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asoulofatlantis · 10 months ago

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She is such a whiney dramaqueen. He literally jumped into his death to save her and then freed her from her prison knowing the possible risks and yet she stands here whining that Squall would kill her, like there is ANY reason to believe he would, even IF she would become controlled again. This is just the so called "princess" whining for attention yet again.

I get that this huge picture of Winhill is supposed to show what the town meant to Laguna... but... you know... shouldn't he have chose the part of Winhill were he, Rain and Ellone lived, instead of a picture of that part of the town?

^^' Squall... uh... has no respect for anyone if they haven't proved themselve worthy of it, right? I mean, he obviously doesn't know Laguna is his father (and frankly, I am sure he wouldn't care either way...) but this IS the Präsident of Esther and he has done A LOT in his life to save Ellone, the same girl Squall loved like a big sister, so... he could at least try to have a little bit of respect.

At least these days, he is aware of that. He should have been aware of that back then already... but... spoiled milk and stuff.

The part inside me that has been heartbroken thanks to a certain digimon ship is not happy about those words... but... thats a trauma for another day. Lets go and save the world first.

You mean aside from the prominent cheekbone, right? XD Jokes aside... no one told the boy about his parents, how can you talk so casually about him looking like his mother?

Your friends just spoiled the surprise... but... you know... Squall is totally indifferent to it, as per usual, so... whatever XD

This isn't even a stupid "damsell in distress" anymore, this is just pure utterly ridicioulus plotconvinience at this point. Rinoa, Irvin and Selphie can fight, Laguna, Kiros and Ward who are supposed to be there too as well and yet, your are going to tell me it was a thing done in mere seconds for Seifer to get his hands on Rinoa? PLEASE! (I know that, if you have her in your team he holds her at gunpoint to stop you from intervening, but while it makes more sense that this happened here, when everyone was distracted, how likely that no one outside was fast enough to notice Seifer and be on the defence?

Now we have finally reached the fourth and thus last CD of the game. This means its almost over.

I hope I can finish this as quickly as possible. I am so over this game at this point.

I only unsealed Items and Ressurcetion. No saving, no nothing else. So... wish me luck! XD

Thanks to an itenm called "Hero" that I had 99 of thanks to the fact that this part of We-Mod is still working, I made my character invincable and won the battle. Wohoo!

Now... I watch the ending and then I watch it again on YouTube so I can make screenshots because the whole thing is on auto-text now and I don't want to stress myself.

Squall ending up at Edeas house in the past was only to get some lats second information in. Like how Edea got the idea with the garden and how she ended up with Ultimacias powers. But it really felt unnecessary.

ALSO Squall ended the scene with saying he is not alone, as small Squall was feeling very alone and as we know, that was something that kept stuck with him for a very long time... BUT then he ended up beeing lost, only beeing fund by Rinoa after some horrible nightmare that almost killed him. The message behind that last minute panic drama is a bit questionable. I get the connection to her nightmare and I absolutly did cry and panic back then as a player because I thought Squall might be dead... but for a Squall that was always scared of beeing alon and now FINALLY understood that he was not, it should have been so that he immedeatly found his way back to not just loveinterest Rinoa but also his friends welcoming him with open arms.

I guess you could say overall the biggest issue of this game was that they wanted to push a really bad ship onto you know matter the cost. And it ended up ruining the game.

Would you look at that? Seifer is actually free and happy. After everything he has done. Did I accidentally along the way trade Final Fantasy for a Trails game without noticing? XD Jokes aside. I guess we could forgive him by just kicking him out from the garden, given how he was manipulated by Ultimacia the whole time too... I mean we did forgive Edea. So... yeah... whatever.

I loved that scene. It made me tear up and all... but it is such a freaking "HOW DARE YOU?!" - Moment, because they play freaking "Eyes on me" in the background. The Song Julia wrote for her and Laguna. This is... so damn freaking wrong!

ALSO... Pothole. Rain was burried as Rain Loire, because she got married to Laguna before he left. HOWEVER Squall is called Lionheart, which is Rains Maidenname. Not just easily confusing any player who hasn't got the message yet, but also making you wonder WHY they would do that other than plotconvinience. The only reason to not give Squall Lagunas last name, was to make it easier to hide who his father is, but in game, no one would have had the need to do that. Why should they? So, once again, it makes no sense at all top burry Rain as Rain Lore, but give Squall into the orphanage as Squall Lionheart. Especially since Ellone was with him the whole time. Why would she not disagree with that?

We also never see if Laguna and Squall managed to... you know... talk about things. It would have been nice (to would have spoiled that Squall is definitly alive) if Squall would have visited his mother grave with Ellone and Laguna. It would give this plotpart some closure as well.

Also... who comes to some party with a camera that is running out of akku in less then 30 minutes? It was nice tho to end this with at least some sort of closure for the other characters, even tho they deserved more than what they've got. A LOT more.

Look! I am usually all in for a nice little kiss-scene but with this ship... it doesn't feel any good at all. Because you just know, if this would be realistic... it wouldn't last. But I guess, if you play it for the first time, it is a nice moment, despite the ship beeing unshippable bullshit from beginning to the end. I guess all you wanted back then, playing the game for the first time, was that Squall was alive and happy. And I guess we got at least that.

SO.

The game is finally over.

I give it... honestly I think about 5 out of 10 points, but I guess I am a bit too harsh on such an old game. So give it 6 out of 10 points. Tho that is almost too nice.

#ff8 mona version

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theodora3022 · 3 years ago

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"Friend"(Yandere! Kazuha)

Genre: Dark fic

Summary: You trusted him, thought of him as a reliable friend. But it is too late to relise your mistake. Jealousy is a deadly poison indeed.

A/N: Wohoo it is finally here! I just got out of my writer’s block. To celebrate him coming home I am writing some short drabbles. There is more to come in the future, so stayed tuned if that interests you!

Content warning: Possessive and obsessive behaviours, drugging mention, implied female reader(no pronouns) General Yandere content, not proof-read or edited

Word count: roughly 1k

“This hurts me way more than it hurts you.”

The silver moonlight that flows from a narrow window compliments his light-coloured hair nicely, but you could not care less about his looks at this moment. Letting out a quiet sigh, the foreigner started to toy with a chain of keys.

The keys that could unlock the cuffs on your wrists.

“Ironic for you to say that when I’m the one being restrained.” Refusing to meet his eyes, you turned to the wall. Your parents were right, you are indeed too foolish, too naïve to take over the family business.

Kazuha knows you are upset, and you have every right to be. Anyone would feel horrible after someone abuses their trust.

Not to mention said person even locked you up in chains. He knows this is wrong, he does feel remorseful. But he simply cannot just let things carry on the way it was. The samurai has to do something, even if that means being questioned by his morals in his dreams.

The young man still remembered the day he first saw you; it feels as new as yesterday.

The Crux is currently restocking their pantry while Beidou is on business in Liyue, and you are here to discuss the prices of a couple of essentials.

Fair prices, polite tone, even greeted him with a smile when you noticed his curious gaze.

Which is something merchants seldom do.

So when the first mate assigned him with the task of managing the transportation from your shop, Kazuha was looking forward to carrying out his duties.

Even his once-noble family has fallen into obscurity, Kaedehara Kazuha got some aristocratic pride left in him. He knows an affable appearance must be kept up if he wishes to get along with the rest of the crew but to say, friends... Kazuha never considered any of them as potential options.

A well-educated induvial who seems to be interested in literature such as yourself piques his interest quite a bit.

From what Kazuha can tell (by listening in to your conversation with other crew members), you seem to admire their leader Beidou a great deal. So he took advantage of that without guilt; after all, that is how anyone would make friends right? It worked fantastically well, as you would invite him to stay for tea after the errands are finished, just to listen from a "insider".

The way your eyes light up like lanterns at dusk is mesmerizing. There is always the way you lean in slightly with interest, frowning when he wants to save the ending for the next meeting.

Is it so bad to leave you wanting more?

He has to admit that he enjoys your company. You are well-spoken, willing to indulge his poetry rambles, even completing unfinished ones from time to time.

Not that he has any idea how much until later.

“Kazuha, you are no fun.” Filling his teacup once more, you said with a petty pout. Just why wouldn’t he ever finish telling the whole story? He’s for sure doing this on purpose just to mess with you.

You two are friends, not close ones, but on amicable terms, nevertheless. Your merchant parents understand the importance of relations and connections well, so they never said anything against it.

That is what both of you believe until the Samurai suddenly feels this unreasonable urge to be violent when he sees you laughing with another man. As he was feeling indisposed that particular day, so the first mate sent another sailor to cover for him.

If gazes can do damage, the poor sailor would have been in shambles within seconds, from Kazuha’s stares alone.

He wants you to smile at him, acting all lively and cute with him only. Oh dear, that is a selfish thought. But Kazuha cannot help it, not that he wants to suppress it anyways.

The self-control that he took pride in almost shattered instantly. Luckily, Kazuha could excuse himself from Beidou’s questionable eyes by repeatly stating how unwell this cold makes him feels.

Wandering Samurais likes him would never settle down for anyone when they still got the strength to travel with a blade in hand. It is simply the illness that is getting to him, yes. That must be it.

Until the string of restraint snapped, when he sees you walking into the Liuli Pavilion with a suitor your parents approved for you. Despite you acting somehow overly polite and distanced with the man, Kazuha feels as if he has been threatened.

How joyous would it be, if he were to leave a few marks on someone who dares to tamper with what is his?

Even if he gets rids of this one, there will be more in the future. You had already told him how your parents wish you to use your marriage to booster your influence.

He needs a solution. A permanent, clean one.

It would be too much of a hassle and trouble to target every single person that comes near you. So, the best option is to target you instead.

When Kazuha had Beidou invite you to a dinner occasion on the crux, you did not think much of the situation and came with a few gifts in hand. He hesitated before giving you the beer that contains few extra ingredients, but he knows it would be worth it before long.

“I should have never trusted you.” You spit it out word by word, expressing them in spite as much as you can. You should have known that he is up to no good when he tried to approach you with legendary tales of Lady Beidou. How could he do this?

Now you are stuck in this tiny room in archon knows where after blacking out suddenly, the only clue being you are on a moving ship.

With his current occupation and status, there is little to no chance that he could ever win your parent’s approval. This way, what they think they do not matter.

The fact that you are his spouse would be set in stone by the time you could return to them. It would leave them no choice but to accept him as a son-in-law to save faces.

Kazuha kneels down near you, trying to reach for your cheeks as if he wants to caress them gently with his fingers. The ruby eyes of the young man darken unnoticeably in the darkroom when you decided to distance yourself away from him, as far as possible. But he understands.

You will come around, hopefully. You did like him back then, so why not once more? Even if you never do, he cares too much for you to ever leave you be. Selfish as it sounds, Kazuha would rather sees you unhapplily stuck here with him, than go roaming freely, be happy in someone else's arms.

#yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere imagines #yandere kazuha x reader #yandere kazuha #tw: drugging #tw: dark content #tw: dark themes

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blood-chains-archive · 4 years ago

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THIS BLOG IS ALIVE! LET US CELEBRATE WITH ART AND NEWS

Heyyyyyyyy errbody! Haha so yes, it's been almost a year, but now things are finally back on track and on the move again. And I'm not just saying that this time - in fact, I have proof! Proof that is, in and of itself, CRAZY BONKERS COOL. Without further ado, I give thee cover mock-ups for the Blood Chains novelization (also featuring the revised arc titles):

See? Crazy bonkers cool, right? Makes me feel like I'm already holding the books in my hands. ;v; Gosh, I've been desperate to show you these ever since the artwork was finished, but I wanted to finish proofreading/editing the fic first. (You know, for printing purposes. I love saying that out loud.)

The absolutely stunning artwork for Arcs I & II is done by none other than the wonderful @charseraph (I helped sketching a part of the chains in the cover for Arc II 😄), and the art for Arc III was 100% done by none other than me, Fooey! (Why yes, I'm proud as hell, actually 👑) The art is final, but the cover designs and fonts are subject to change - these were just quick experimental mockups I made with the first app trial I found for the purpose, so there are definitely not going to be watermarks on the final covers, haha. XD

So what's gonna happen now is starting from tomorrow, I'll put my focus on putting this blog together. I aim to have all the practicalities for the novelization project figured out by the end of May (though I have to say there are a LOT of variables in Foo's life at the moment that could potentially get in the way, but it's good to have goals, right? And it's not necessarily an unrealistic one), and hopefully the actual books will be out soon after that. Once that's done, I can finally get started on the extra chapters! Wohoo! I also really really really want to start making chapter art for the main story. Doing the third cover artwork all by myself gave me a hell of a boost in mojo and confidence, but I still have a long way to go. I'm excited and pumped regardless! For all the things! And I hope you are too. 😁

Oh, also! The chapters posted on Ao3 (the Tumblr versions are still a work in progress, but should be all done by tomorrow night) are all proofread and edited now, but getting a second opinion/double-check would be immensely helpful. So if any of you is feeling up for a reread or just happen to spot something wonky while skimming through a chapter any one of these days, please let me know! I'm a little bit nervous about the whole "can't edit the text after it's printed" thing, haha. 😅

If you want to preorder a printed novelization of Blood Chains for yourself, let me know! (It's free real estate fan sequel!) I'm going to make a more "official" promo post for the novelization project once the final covers are done, but if you want to reblog this one, I'm not stopping ya :D

See you soon with more updates!

#hmm... guess I'll figure out how to tag this tomorrow #I have no idea what kind of a tagging system I'll be using on this side blog #but I can see about that later :D

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chiantidinner · 4 years ago

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THE UNCLE WORRIES

"Well, as you have the formidability of an Adler and the intellegence of a Holmes, I don't believe these moronic obstructions will interfere with the path you will take on in the future, now will it?"

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"Yes, I'm fine- NO! Your father musn't hear about this!" Nero berated loudly to the phone stuck to his ear, hands flinging outwardly and feet rustling about outside the school gates.

The Adler-Holmes offspring had just retired from school for the day and was yearning to be back at the home-y confines of Bakerstreet; just him, his father, occassional (now, more often) visits from his mother, the skull on the mantelpiece, and the ghastly laboratory equipments filling the whole of the kitchen area - but it wasn't until he recieved the call from Rosie, aware of what had transpired between him and a couple of boys their age, who think themsleves as tyrants, and had offered a solution that involved telling John Watson about the matter at hand.

"You know he'll tell father and..." The boy paused, sighing, rubbing his elbow and hissing as he felt a slight sting of the movement, "Rosamund, don't you dare-"

Nero's attempt to dispose his friend out of the idea had suddenly died down his throat, ignoring her cries as he watched a black Jaguar car pull up right in front of him. His eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowing ever-so-slightly but his expression remained stoic, hearing how the car door clicked and started to swing open. Nero tightened his grasp on the phone and muttered lowly, "I have to go.", then ending the call. He carried his long limbs toward the opening, slowly rasing his chin to imply confidence. Assuming the man inside the car is who Nero thinks he is, he'd have to appear much like his father - though for what reason, he doesn't know.

As he steps closer, a figure of a woman in a suit with light brown hair comes to view - further proving that the man responsible to the mysterious arrival of the vehicle, is indeed his uncle and not wealthy kidnappers trying to take him as bait for his father to willingly catch (which, unfortunately, has happened more than once in his 16 years of life). The boy closed the door beside him as he sat down on the leather seat, sighing before turning to face Mycroft - his apprehension expertly covered by his naturally sour facade.

"Nero." The older man inclined his head to his direction, as a way of greeting, the corners of his mouth curling upward.

"Good afternoon to you too, sir." the boy replied, still with a stoic and blank face.

Mycroft tried hard to hide his grimace as he heard his nephew call him: sir.

Ever since he was shown to Mycroft, it never really deemed him to be called uncle - much less ever being one - but the boy was different. The boy was far too brilliant and belongs to a far more extraordinary family than normal people would suspect. It impressed Mycroft how easily he could start a conversation with adults and then finds chatting with other children boring and annoying, how he could find clues in the most discrete of places at such a young age, and how he could act realistically and would use that against people that were worth the punishment, but he could say he wasn't the least bit surprised; he was Sherlock Holmes' and Irene Adler's son, after all.

"May I ask what could be so terribly important that you couldn't have just called me?" Nero replied pointedly, itching to get this over with and go home.

"I have heard about the shooting near your school and came to pick you up myself."

Nero's blank facade finally came crumbling down when it was replaced with pure confusion, mixed with a bit of shock, his face pulling into a grimace and his eyebrows knit together. The boy searched a reason from his uncle as he bore his eyes into his, but found that he didn't want anything from him and that his actions were from familial concern, apprehension, guilt (he didn't know where that came from), and, as much as he would deny, sentiment. He opened his mouth but no words came out, and the second try was unsuccessfull as well.

When he finally found the breath to reply, he choked out, "...Why?"

Much to the younger boy's surprise, Mycroft's demeanor actually softened; a soft grin played on his lips that spoke volumes, sharp brown eyes losing their sting. He looked nothing like what Nero had ever seen of his uncle, even his assisstant looked utterly surprised.

"Because I don't want my only nephew to become like my brother." Mycroft's eyes now showed signs of sadness and... guilt.

Ah, that's where that came from, Nero thought to himself.

"Really? Because I believe my father is in a good place. He receives inquiries for cases from the Yard, still gets to bring John Watson with him, and as much as he'd deny it.. he has his family. I would rather want to become like my father."

The British Prime Minister opened his mouth to speak, but not before something caught his eye: the scratches on Nero's elbow.

Nero covered his arms with his bag quickly upon realization, but the damage was done; Mycroft knew what happened to his nephew. He straightened and turned to the window - his face now unreadable and dismissive, a sharp contrast to the previous expression he donned.

"Tyrants." He spoke after a moment's pause, "Although they do not hold a single grudge in comparison to our intellect, they are the worst and most destructive enemies, us, Holmes' are destined to face - other than criminal masterminds. They are the ghosts that haunt our every sunny day, scribbled letters we keep in the very back of our minds." Mycroft continued with a dangerous glint in his eyes, his gaze slowly turning to the boy in front of him, a corner of his lips jerking upward knowingly (that somehow reminded him of his father's), "And you, to no surprise, have your own fair share, Nero."

For the first time since he stepped into the car, he allowed a one-sided but warm smile to appear on his face and felt pride fill his body. He wasn't proud that generations and generations of the family were ganged up and hurt, just because of their inexplicably curious nature. No. He was proud of the fact that they simply acknowledge the particular attribute each of them holds, that this experience may wound and scar them, but will always have their prodigious intellect as plaster.

The car came to a halt and suddenly they were at the Bakerstreet pavement.

"Nevertheless," Mycroft ducked his head slightly and glanced upwards to see his brother watching the car from the window, and turned back to Nero, "I hope you take this little conversation of ours as a precaution to not take into account what those babbling baboons imply to yourself."

"You are a smart boy, Nero. Make use of your intellegence for the greater good."

With nothing else to say, the boy merely nodded slyly, grabbed his bag and went out the door. But as he stepped foot on the hard ground, his name was being called from inside the car.

"Nero."

The person donning the name ducked and poked his head inside with an expectant look on his pale face.

Mycroft hesitated and sighed in fustration, his lips pursed together in a thin line, "I-... I worry about you as I do with my brother. I don't want you going through what he did."

Nero ginned once again, this time honest and genuine, his eyes smiling along with his lips, "I am aware.. uncle."

Giving, one tight smile to Mycroft and his assisstant, Nero disappeared from the door and into 221B Bakerstreet.

It was then that Mycroft realized the boy was as much every bit of his brother, and at the same time, not.

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First of all, thank you to everyone who read and had actually finished lmao. Second, WOHOO my first fic!!

I got this idea from my own headcanon that generations of Holmes' - from the Holmes parents, to Mycroft, Sherlock, and Eurus, then Nero - were belittled and made fun of, because of their extraordinary intellegence, whether that was in school, or in the world at large. So, I incorporated that into this fic, mixed in with 'responsible-and-protective-big-brother-Mycroft' but instead of brother, we have uncle to Nero because, why not?

I also sort of made this because I had writer's block and read somewhere to write what's inside your pretty little head to bring back your natural creativity...

But, back to the matter at hand, I hope you guys liked it and I would REALLY love if you left some feedback and suggestions as to how I can improve my writing skills.

Much love, R. xx

#nero wolfe #mycroft holmes #uncle mycroft #adlock #sherlock headcanon #adlock fanfics #irene adler #sherlock holmes #rosamund watson #john watson #holmes brothers #parent!lock #sherlock au

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monaownsmyass · 4 years ago

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Ignoring Isn’t Bliss

Requested fic by anon. (If you have any fic ideas or requests you'd like me to write, you can leave me an ask!)

Book: Ride-or-Die

Pairing: Mona x MC (Ellie Wheeler)

Genre: Fluff, Humour

Rating: PG13, strong words

Word Count: 1,548

A/N: Mona is ignoring MC and MC isn’t having it. Are you guys tired of seeing me post fics yet? Lmao Anyway, I miss Mona so much, dammit PB gimme my sarcastic asshole of a gf back 😔 it’s been soooo long!

Tag list: @ineedskyecrandall @kamilahsayeet2063 @avalawrencefl @lovekamilahsayeed @thequeenkamilahsayeed @heygmicheelle @djtjsmith14 @jjlover01 @soft-for-drake @dopeyouth @alexroyard @satrinadia @toalltheboysididntlove @mypegasifly (lmk if anyone would like to be included or removed in my next fics and if you only want to be tagged for certain pairings.)

I sighed longingly as I looked at Mona cross her arms in frustration from across the garage. I was staring at her and she was staring at her car, both of us upset.

"What's up with you two?" Toby sidled up beside me. I let out a deep exhale and jumped down from the work bench I was sitting on.

"Mona's ignoring me."

"Why?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. "Um, I may have accidentally... scratched and maybe dented her car..."

Toby's eyes shot wide open. "Oh no, Ellie."

My hands slid down my face. "I know! But it's not like I did it on purpose! I didn't know her car was that close when I was reversing."

"That bad?"

"Why don't you go ask her," I jerked my chin in her direction.

"No, no, no," he put his hands up in front of him. "Angry Mona is someone I avoid at all cost. I do not want a death wish."

Just then, Ximena walked past carrying a bunch of boxes.

"Hey, X!" Toby stopped her.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Could you do me a favour and ask Mona what's wrong?" Ximena looked at him skeptically. "Please?"

She looked at him one last time before putting down the boxes and walking over to Mona. Mona turned when she saw Ximena approaching and after a while, we saw Mona angrily throw her hands around in exaggerated motions and pointed to her car where the scratch and dent was. She huffed and kicked a nearby crate, crossing her arms once again.

"That does not look good," Toby commented.

"No crap."

Ximena walked back to us and sighed. "She's not happy."

"No crap!"

I sighed and squared my shoulders, ready to head over to Mona when Ximena asked, "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know, but she can't stay mad at me forever."

Toby and Ximena glanced at each other before heading out, obviously not wanting to see the chaos that was about to unfold.

I confidently walked up to her even though I was shitting myself on the inside. I stopped a few steps beside her and called her name.

"Mona."

No answer.

"Mona," I said a little louder.

Still no reaction.

"Mona!" I screamed into her ear.

She didn't even flinch. Instead, she just grabbed her power tools and bent down to fix up the damage.

"Baby, I'm sorry, you know I didn't mean it."

Still ignoring me, she just carried on working on her car. The loud noise from the power tools made it harder to get her attention which was probably what she wanted anyway.

I didn't want that though.

I went closer to her and bent down beside her. I poked her in the arm. Then, I poked harder. After a couple of times, I went to her cheek instead. I poked her soft skin and she lightly swatted my hand away.

Yes! I'm getting somewhere.

She stood up to inspect her handiwork so far from a distance and I moved behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and laid my head on her back.

“Monaaaaa,” I whined into her shoulder. “Talk to me.”

She didn’t reply but she didn’t shrug me off either which I took as a good sign.

I let go of her and started walking backwards until my back hit the garage door to get the momentum I was going to need.

"Hey, Mona! Catch!"

That made her look back at me only to find me running at her at full speed. Her eyes widen as she shouted, "No!"

But it was too late. I jumped onto her back, making her stumble a little before steadying herself.

"What the fuck?"

"I had to get your attention somehow."

"Try harder."

She walked to the other side of the garage to retrieve something with me still attached to her like a backpack as if I weighed nothing.

I knew she was strong but this was ridiculous!

I huffed but another idea came to mind. I smirked and twisted my body, trying to move myself so I was clinging onto her front instead of her back. I knew she was still mad at me but that didn't stop her from placing a hand on me while I was shifting so I wouldn't fall.

I hugged her tight and ducked my head down, peppering kisses along her jaw and then up to her ear.

She didn't push me away but she said, "Not now, Ellie. I'm not in the mood."

Ellie? Not even princess or gorgeous? Ouch!

"Mona, I'm sorry, please?"

My lips went to her neck, her weak spot. As I kissed her, I could see goosebumps appear on her arms and heard her breathing start to deepen a little.

However, she was resilient. Mona just walked back to her car as if I wasn't hanging onto her like a monkey and leaving a massive mark on her neck.

I decided to let go off her and try a new tactic instead, puns.

"Hey, Mona, what did the sister chromatid say to the other when it accidentally stepped on it's toe?"

Mona side-eyed me.

"Mitosis!"

That made her snort. "Of course your nerdass would come up with a lame science joke," she muttered more to herself.

I kept telling her more maths and science-based puns and each time, she glared at me harder, looking even more disappointed.

"Okay, okay, one more," I told her. "You know, parallel lines have so much in common."

Mona stopped what she was doing and waited for me to continue.

"It's a shame they'll never meet."

"Jesus Christ," she whispered and massaged her temples, eyes closed. "That's the worst one yet." But I could see her fighting back a smile on her lips.

Wohoo! I'm almost there.

And I knew just what to do to get to home base.

When she was finally done fixing up the car, she stood up again to look at the finished product. I stood between her and her newly fixed car and she raised a brow at me.

"Can you please move?"

I shook my head and lunged at her, hands reaching for her side to tickle her.

"Ellie! No!" she warned sternly but my hands were already on her waist.

No one else knew this but she was extremely ticklish at her sides. I only found out 'cuz we were cuddling one time and I trailed my hand softly down her side which made her jump and push my hand away. Curious, I did it again and she started laughing and that's when I found out her weakness.

I tickled her and she frantically tried to push me off but it was to use, I just kept attacking her.

"Oh my god, Ellie! Stop!" she said, laughing uncontrollably.

God, her laugh was contagious.

I giggled along with her and struggled to keep my hands on her.

"Never!"

She finally caught my wrist and pushed me back onto the hood of her car, pinning me down.

"Don't blame me if your car gets dented again.

She rolled her eyes but grinned. "Fuck, you're annoying."

She started tickling me in retaliation and I tried pushing her away but being much stronger and having me in a vulnerable position, it was a losing battle.

I finally wheezed out, "Okay! Okay! I give up! I surrender!"

She let go and I sat up, still on the hood of her car. Mona placed her hands on either side of my thighs and leaned into me.

"So, not mad at me anymore?" I grinned and looped my arms around her neck.

"Gorgeous," she let out a low chuckle. "I've stopped being mad at you for a while now."

"Wait, what? So why were you ignoring me for so long?" I pouted at her and she gave me a peck on the lips.

"It was cute seeing you try to get my attention." She moved her hands to my waist. "Also it was pretty funny."

"You're so mean!" I swatted her shoulder but she just laughed in reply.

"And you're really irritating."

She pulled me into a kiss and I melted as her soft lips pressed against mine. She gripped onto my hips tighter as I moved a hand to grab onto the back of her neck while the other massaged her scalp.

"Wait," I pulled back. "Why aren't you more mad that I scratched your car."

She nuzzled my neck as she spoke. "Oh, no, I was livid. But my car has been through much worse and there's nothing your amazing girlfriend can't fix."

Mona looked me in the eyes as she gave me that stupid signature cocky smirk of hers that I've come to love. She pulled me back into her and rested her chin on my head while my cheek was pressed against her sternum.

"You're just lucky I love you more than my car," she joked and placed a kiss on top of my head.

"It's 'cuz of those sweet puns isn't it?"

"Hell, if you ever tell me another one, you’re no longer my girlfriend and you'll be living on the streets."

I giggled as she peppered kisses all over my face, delighted to be drowning in her attention and affection again.

(More fics!)

#mona rod #mona x mc #mona #rod #ride or die #rod choices #choices #choices: stories you play #pb #pixelberry #playchoices #rod fanfiction #choices fanfiction #thanks for reading!

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whitecatindisguise · 4 years ago

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Lance Strongbow Appreciation Week

By @tangledbea

Day 8: Free Day (AO3)

"Lance, for the hundredth time, stop poking at my equipment!"

The said man laughed awkwardly and put his hands behind his back with an innocent expression on his face.

Varian glared at him before turning back to his work desk. Lance stared at the teen's back and shuffled his feet. He looked around the room, trying to find something to occupy himself that wouldn't make the alchemist angry again. He started whistling silently, observing how the younger worked.

Varian sighed in defeat and turned his head towards the man.

"Fine, you can help." He said and Lance squealed in joy. "But-" The teen put up a finger to stop the overexcited male. "-you have to do everything I tell you exactly how I tell you. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" Lance saluted, a large grin on his face. Varian shook his head, but was smiling too. "So what do you want me to do, little man?"

"Take these two compounds, and pour them into this container." The alchemist instructed, handing him two vials, one with the blue liquid inside, the other with yellow, and pointed at the beaker hanging over a burner. "Make sure you don't spill any. They are highly acidic."

Lance nodded and carefully took the vials, pouring their content gently into the larger beaker. In the meantime, Varian was mixing another compound, consulting his notes once in a while. The teen looked up and saw Lance finished his task without destroying anything and he smiled approvingly.

"Now, boil it to exactly 89.5 degrees of Celsius, no more, no less. There is a thermometer on the shelf behind you." He said.

Lance did as he was asked, making sure to follow Varian's instructions to the letter. He was excited the alchemist finally let him help and he didn't want to ruin their work.

He was dripping yet another compound into the boiling beaker, five drops, no more, when he noticed Varian staring at him. He put in the last drop and looked back at the teen.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, worried he made a mistake.

Varian stared at him for a while longer, before blinking and shaking his head.

"Huh? No. You actually did everything correctly." The alchemist replied with a stunned expression. "I'm actually surprised."

"I cook, Varian. I know how important it is to follow instructions precisely." The man pointed put and Varian smiled in return.

"I guess you're right. I just, uh-" He rubbed the back of his neck, an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. "-I guess I was expecting you to mess up. Sorry."

"I guess I do give away clumsy vibes." Lance laughed in response. "Don't worry, little man. You didn't upset me."

"Good. I was worried I did." Varian smiled. "Anyway, we're almost ready. If you just give me the compound, I'll take it from there."

The man obediently turned off the burner and, using tongs, passed the hot beaker to the alchemist. The teen accepted it with a nod and poured it carefully into the longitudinal container. He sealed the top and tipped it, to make sure it was secure.

"Now, let's check if it works." Varian said and approached the window, pulling the curtains close and drowning the room in darkness.

Well, not a total darkness. The container on his workbench glowed in a soft red light, a small bubbles of air moving slowly through the liquid. Varian grinned at the sight, the face mirrored by Lance.

"Looks amazing! I'm sure Catalina will love it." The man said, as Varian pulled the curtains open, the afternoon sun shining inside.

"Thanks for your help, Lance." The alchemist replied, passing the lamp to the man. "It was actually kinda fun, working together. We should do this again."

"Sure thing." Lance agreed. "Maybe next time you can come to my place and we cook something?"

"That would be amazing." Varian smiled. "Tell Catalina Happy Birthday from me."

"I will." Lance replied as he turned to leave. "Until next time, Varian."

"Until next time."

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Wohoo! We've reached the end of the Appreciation Week (+1). Thank you for reading through my rambling hehe.

Lance is the best and I really wish we had more interactions between him and Varian in the show. And yes, I know that in Flynnpostor Lance messed with Varian's alchemy and it didn't turn out good, but I thought: what if he was allowed to help and DIDN'T mess up? So this oneshot came out.

Once again, thank you for being here and enjoying my lil creation. Please reblog if you liked it.

#lance strongbow appreciation week #lance strongbow #varian #free day #lance doesn't break anything for once #kitty mom writes

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maevesdarling · 3 years ago

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Take me home tonight - Chapter 2

Wohoo, since I’m finally done with the semester, I found some time to finish the next chapter. It’s pretty emotional, so be prepared. I can’t tell you when the next chapter will come out but I’m planning on having it done by the end of the month so... fingers crossed!

Pairng: Walt Breslin/ Sal Orozco

Warnings: Nightmares, Canon typical violence, mentions of minor character death, blood, character injury, character death (only in a dream tho), PTSD, Beginning of smut (at the end of the chapter)

Walt spend the next two days cleaning the house as best as he could. He fixed the broken door in the guest bedroom, that hadn't been used since he moved into the house, and put new sheets on the old bed, dusting off the furniture and cleaning the windows. He wasn't exactly sure how long Sal wanted to stay and the couch wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep on so the guest bedroom would do.

Then he went and got groceries. Fresh vegetables, some pasta and cheese in case he felt like cooking for Sal and himself.

He knew fixing the entire house in two days was nearly impossible, but when he sat down on the couch on Thursday evening, the dog by his side, Walt was impressed with himself and the work he'd managed to get done in such a short time.

"I know you can get anxious around new people, but I promise this friend of mine we're meeting tomorrow will treat you well, so no barking, you understand me?" Walt asked the dog sternly. Fucking hell, I really should go outside more, I'm talking to a dog. He thought, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

To say he was a nervous wreck was an understatement. His heart was beating so loud, he was sure Sal would be able to hear it all the way from San Francisco or wherever the hell he currently was, and there was a slight tremor in his hands that just wouldn't go away. Even the animals started to notice that something was wrong, the dog wouldn't leave his side and slept at the end of his bed, his one eye constantly following Walt wherever he went, and the chicken flocked together more than usually when he went to feed them. They came up to him, clucking in excitement and when he got up to leave, a few of them always tried coming after him. Only the goats seemed unbothered by his behavior, they sat in their pen, eating grass and occasionally tried to tackle one another.

That night, for the first time in months, Walt had a nightmare.

In his dream, he was back at the airfield.

It's dark and the only source of light is coming from the stars and the distant car headlights behind him. He's panting, his lungs are stinging with every step he takes, the gun in his hand feels light, too light. He's out of bullets.

A shot rings through the air and somewhere behind him, a body falls to the ground, just as Walt reached the safety of the woods. He turns and his heart seems to stop.

The figure lying a few hundred feet from him is Sal.

He's bleeding from his leg. It looks bad, there's already a large pool of blood forming on the grass, he thinks the bullet might hit an artery. There's no way he'd get Sal all the way back to the safehouse with a leg like this and yet, he turns on his heel to get to Sal. Except the bushes around him seem to have come to life, some of the vines have curled around his legs, he tries, he really does, but he can't move.

His finger claw at the vines, the more he rips at them, the stronger they get. His heart is pounding in his ears. A car is approaching, he's gotta hurry!

The gun falls to the ground and gets swallowed up by leaves and roots, yet, Walt is still fighting. He manages to fall and tries to pull himself forward with his arms. He needs to free himself quickly because there's a figure approaching Sal, oh god, he can never make it in time, where the hell was his gun? With one arm, he's searching his pockets for the pack of extra ammunition, with the other, he's frantically pawing at the dirt underneath him to find the gun, only there was none. How could that be?!

He can hear Sal pleading in the distance. This is wrong, his brain tells him. Your brain is just messing with you! Sal made it off the airfield alive, it was Amat who got shot by Calderoni, not him. Only it feels so real!

The sound of a gun makes him flinch, Walt stops in his motion. He feels like he can't breath, like his heart has stopped beating. Sal is lying motionless in the grass, blood, brain and pieces of his skull scattered around him. The figure who shot him comes into view and looks directly at Walt. An identical pair of eyes is staring back at him. He's looking at himself, towering above a lifeless Sal, the gun he used to shoot him still smoking ever so slightly in the light of the car's headlights.

"You did this." He can hear his own voice shout at him. "You killed him. Just like you killed the others because everything you touch dies!"

Walt wakes up with a scream. He yerks off the bed and topples to the floor with a groan. The darkness from his dream has found it's way into the real world. He forgot to pull the blinds shut again and outside the window, clouds have pulled a tight curtain around the full moon that was previously illuminating the sky.

The dog whines and jumps off the bed to check on him, licking his face in a calming motion. "It's alright, bud. Just a bad dream." He mumbles, scratching behind the dogs sand colored ears.

He sits up, noticing that, just like in his dream, he can't move his legs. They're tangled in the bedsheets. He sighs and begins to untangle them before shuffling into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.

His throat stings even after he finishes the cup and he contemplates drinking straight from the tab to satisfy his bodies needs, but then he decides against it and refills his empty cup instead. He's leaning against the kitchen counter dressed only in his boxers and a loose fitting t-shirt, his bare feet are stinging from the cold tiles.

He finishes his second cup and makes his way into the bedroom once more. The dog is lying on his previous spot, watching him. The brunette gives him a little pat on the head before slipping under the covers.

Still, sleep won't come to him. Walt is lying in bed, tossing and turning around, yet every time he closes his eyes, the memory of a lifeless Sal lying in a pool of his own blood comes back to him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he thinks he can see Danilo standing in the corner of his room, half hidden behind his wardrobe, one half of his face is covered in blood, there's a pitch black hole where his eye used to be. The ghostly silhouette doesn't move, he's just watching him with a pitiful look that is deeply unsettling to Walt. He pinches his eyes closed and tries his best to ignore the horrors his mind has come up with. Thinking instead of all the work he's got to do come morning. In his head he goes over each task. Feed the dog, let the chicken out of their coop, refill their water… After what feels like forever, he falls into a light slumber.

By the time the sun is rising above the old apple trees in his backyard, Walt is long up and sitting in the chicken pen outside, nursing a bottle of beer in his hand. He shouldn't be drinking this early in the morning, yet he can't stop himself either. It's the only way the tremor in his hands will stop.

He's holding one of the hens in his arms, stroking her soft brown feathers while she is making happy noises and turning her head from side to side. He's still shaken up from the night but the fresh air helps him clear his mind. Outside the chicken pen, the dog barks and reminds him that it's time for breakfast. He's not feeling very hungry but gets up to make himself a cup of coffee nevertheless.

Morning comes and goes and he's not really doing anything. There's hardly any noise from outside, almost like the entire farm is holding their breath in anticipation.

He briefly falls asleep on the couch, which isn't a good thing given that his back was just feeling better but he can't blame himself after the night he had.

4pm rolls around and still no Sal. He hasn't eaten anything all day and his stomach is growling, reminding him to take care of himself so he pushes himself off the couch and starts working on a sorry looking sandwich that he eats in front of the tv, there's a telenovela he doesn't pay attention to on.

At around 6pm, just when he's slowly drifting off to sleep again, the sound of a car moving up the gravel path towards the house startles him. The dog jumps up from his bed and sprints over to the door, barking at the intruder.

"It's alright, boy, calm down." He says, gently and yet firmly pushing the dog out of the way to open the door.

A black SUV is parking on the gravel in front of the house, the drivers door is open.

"Walt!" Sal's voice comes from the barn. "There you are… Hi…" Emotions threatened to overcome him. There, standing on the gravel was Sal. He didn't look much different than the last time Walt saw him. He wore a tight, black shirt and an old, worn leather jacket Walt vaguely remembered him wearing before, jeans and some boots. His hair was a bit shorter than usual, he must have had it cut recently, but he still wore the same type of moustache, and he still had the same smile on his face. This was Sal. His Sal, in flesh and blood. He was here.

Suddenly, Walt's throat felt incredibly dry. For the first time, realization kicked in. This was real. His best friend, his partner, his lover, was here.

Before he had the time to even consider if he was going to hug Sal or simply stick out his hand in greeting, Sal had already wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him ever so slightly. Walt was physically unable to breathe. His body was frozen in place. Instantly, Sal pulled away, watching him in concern. "Shit, I- I'm sorry-"

"No… Please, don't say that…" Walt whispered. There was something wet on his face and when he touched it, he realized he was crying. "I missed you so fucking much." He sniffled.

"Walt…" Sal breathed, he looked like he was close to crying as well.

"Let's- let's get inside, okay? Can't have the neighbors seeing me like this." He huffed, furiously wiping his eyes.

The dog was waiting for them by the door, with his tail between his legs he was watching Sal approach. " 's alright buddy." Walt tried calming him down. "Let him sniff your hand, he doesn't like strangers but he doesn't bite I promise."

Doing as he was told, Sal held out his hand for the dog, allowing the sand colored animal to take in his scent. He relaxed a bit but was still a bit uneasy. "Sorry, he'll calm down eventually…" Walt remarked, pushing the front door open and ushering both Sal and the dog inside.

"You want something? A coffee maybe or a beer?"

"Thanks, I'm good." Sal said, taking in the living room. Walt followed his eyes as they landed on the dresser. There was an old snow globe he had found in the attic, a dying plant, a picture frame with a picture of Walt, his brother and their family, on of him fishing on one of the many lakes surrounding the property. The dog was sitting in the boat besides him, they were both facing the camera and even the dog looked like he was smiling. Another, smaller picture showed Sal, sitting inside Walt's old truck. He was wearing sunglasses and leaning against the window, smiling softly into the camera. The warm midday sun illuminated his face and gave the picture a warm look. Walt had taken the picture on one of their many stakeouts and kept it with him through all the years. The picture had deep lines from being bend over the years and one corner was slightly chipped.

The brunette could see Sal's thoughts racing. His eyes wandered from the picture frames to the old couch, and from there back to the dog that was by now standing behind Walt, hiding from the intruder.

"You… This is a really nice house, Walt."

The brunette nodded. Damn, this was awkward, Walt hated the distance between them. The fact that he felt like a stranger was talking to him. This was Sal for fucks sake, the man who knew him best on the entire fucking planet. Who'd seen him at his lowest, and at his highest, his best friend, who went fishing with him, who spend hours teaching Walt how to cook, even if it was just a simple omelette, who made sure that he was taking care of himself. This was the man who shared his bed with him more times than Walt could count. Who held him during the night, whispering sweet nothing into his ear. No amount of time could erase those memories, this was not a stranger, Sal was his home.

"Please-" He started, not really knowing where he was going. Silence fell once more between them. "Where have you been, Sal?"

Sal's shoulders sacked in defeat. It seemed like there was a weight on his chest, pressing him down. He sighed, sitting down heavily on the couch and burying his head in his hands. "It's a long fucking story, Walt."

The older man pulled out a chair from the kitchen and sat down, facing Sal. "We've got some time." He said, instantly feeling guilty for the way his words had come out. He sounded like he was interrogating Sal. "Sorry, I- just tell me what happened… Please?"

Sal nodded, visibly searching for the right words to start. "… Okay… So you remember I was going to San Francisco? I took a job offer and- shit- okay I wasn't honest with you… I told you it was a simple desk job, it wasn't. I was an undercover agent for almost three years."

Walt inhaled sharply, resting the urge to jump from his seat. "W- You didn't tell me?! Sal!"

"Please! I wanted to tell you! I wrote a letter that I planned on sending, but I almost got found out sending it off so I decided not to contact you any more. Walt! Everything I did was trying to protect you! If they'd found out I was an undercover cop, shit I don't care whatever they'd have done to me but they would have hurt you as well and I- I didn't want that to happen. It was so fucking hard, staying away from you, all that time, I- I didn't even knew if you where still alive, if you wanted to ever see me again or if you found someone else-"

Now, Walt did jump up from his chair, fast enough to make the dog whine in discomfort. "You thought I'd replace you with someone else?! Why? Why would I do that? I thought I made it clear that there is no one else for me, I tried, Sal, it didn't work. There's no one I'd want to spend the rest of my life with… Except you…" His voice faltered at the last words as he sunk down on his chair again, the tears from earlier had returned and where running freely down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry." Sal sobbed, his voice sounding like a child that had been scolded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you…"

"What if something had happened to you? You talk about protecting me, but who protected you? What if you'd died? I would have never found out, I would have spend the rest of my life looking for you…"

Wrapping his arms around himself, Sal cast his gaze towards the ground, unable to look at Walt any longer. This was unlike anything Walt had ever seen his partner. Sal was usually the emotionally stable one, the strong one, the optimist, who picked up the pieces when Walt shattered internally, who held him and told him that everything was good to be okay.

"No more of this." Walt said in a determined voice, crossing the distance between himself and the younger man. "We can discuss this again tomorrow, if you like. But no more of this, please. I can't stand to watch you fall apart."

Wiping a tear from his eyes, Sal gave him a loop sided smile. "I've been falling apart ever since I left you."

"Well," Walt said a bit dumbly. "You're here now. And I ain't letting you leave any time soon." That earned him a tiny laugh.

This close, Walt caught his partners familiar scent. He was still using the same fragrance as he had four years ago. "Shhh…" The brunette tried, sitting between Sal's legs and stroking along his arms. He had always loved Sal's forearms. They where muscular and and soft and fitted perfectly around the brunette's waist when they were lying in bed.

The touch seemed to calm Sal down, he stopped crying, dark eyes meeting Walt's.

"Kiss me." Sal breathed into his ear, asking, no begging, for Walt to touch him, to show him how much he still meant to him.

And Walt did.

He poured in all the love he still had for Sal, all the pent up feelings he had tried to keep at bay for the last four years.

His hands found Sal's face, cupping his cheeks and mapping the familiar territory. Every hair, mole on his face, every line, it was all still there, still so familiar. They both moaned into the kiss, melting against each other.

Only when the need for air was stronger than the need to continue kissing, did they pull apart, panting. A trail of saliva still connecting their mouths.

"I love you, Walt. I love you so fucking much it hurts, I-"

"I love you too, Sal, I love you, I promise."

"Show me. Please."

#narcos mexico #walt breslin #sal orozco #walt/sal

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psychemeanscure · 4 years ago

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PART 13{ A part with a one whole of Jang Taeyoung. Yayks! Enjoy reading y’all~}

“Good day, Mr. Jang.”

“What’s good in a day when I can only see your ugly face Mr. Kim.”

The prosecutor groan in defeat indeed. It was his third day to be summoned on interrogation and as usual had to deal with the annoying interrogator who just only getting on his nerves every time with its lame question which even too obvious to be needed explanation. Thus with a bored breath he insults. “Can we just start your uninteresting play so I can go in peace, Mr. disloyal prosecutor?”

But seems like the latter got used to it already that he only got a smirking shaking of head instead of its irritated retractions that usually leads him to face its attacking hand who can’t even push through because of his threatening defense from the one-way tinted mirror, voice connecting to an in-charge officer behind it.

“Oh no, no, no. You would rather not do insults until today Mr. Jang, especially now that a solid headache will get you busy for the time being.”

A different counter he heard from the prosecutor somehow. ‘What lame evidences this disloyal dog has to bark again?’ as a simple thought slip into its mind but not too long to laze him later. “Oh yeah? Let me see then, Mr. Prosecutor.” Thus the latter starts then.

And before Mr. Kim could finish his set of litany?

He was already laughing tremendously. He never gone wrong of his instincts with the Prosecutor indeed. “What the hell! That’s it, Mr. Prosecutor? The last time was because of a certain connection from a gang syndicate who’s no longer existed, and now about an old news of SIESTA drug which people involved was long gone? Come on sir, don’t you have more to give to excite me other than this? I’m getting sleepy already.”

Piercing eyes starts to bore from the prosecutor as it only takes a second for a shift of expression. Dropping the document, it holds with vigor. “Okay. Since none of this wavered you still Mr. fearless guy. I might just share the last card instead. Are you ready?”

It caught his interest indeed as a twitched brows came after him. “And what is that, Mr. Kim?”

Thus its clasping hands initially rest on the table after purposely turning off the button for voice over, facing him with confident arrogance. “Zilo Alcaziar. I’m sure it rang your bell, pretty isn’t it?”

His thoughts say it is, yes. He was not surprise either since he knew she’s obviously the one who tip it off, so he only waited sternly in silence to his proceeding sentences. “Son of the greatest gambler Veeros Alcaziar who’s apparently became your business partner. A treacherous partnership or shall we say, with Sung Eunyoung?”

A flick of his brows came in then as he leans a little forward as if to make sure he wasn’t ghost out by his own instinct. “Come again, Mr. Prosecutor?”

Something’s off and he can feel it. From the mere mention of her name he knew there is. If he’s truly working for her, he would rather not involve her name in any means. Unless...

“Who told you that?”

His cold words right then only to be responded by a success laugh from the prosecutor as it leans as well enough to create a whisper to his face. “Sung Eunyoung. Who else would it be? Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor you Mr. Jang. I tell you, she’s one hell of a b*---“

“I’m asking, who told you filthy dog?”

The latter has been dragged closer onto him definitely as he forcefully grabs its necktie. Nevertheless, its confidence still unbothered by his actions. “Why? You cannot believe it? You’ve been accustomed to her? Oh my, you shouldn’t have trusted her too much Mr. Jang. Look what happened to you. Seems like she became your weakness as well.”

It even starts to tap his shoulder following another words that may surely stirred him. “Let me give you an advice, Mr. Jang Taeyoung.” Its first word which he intended to halt after a closer lean by his ear. “If you go on a hunt down, it’s always the other as the best option.”

And he confirmed it. Finally, as he grips its necktie tight enough for choking, earning a panic grant he expected. Burning eyes fixated to the stubborn dog, gritted teeth resurfaced. He speaks. “I might be reckless in some way but I’m not stupid enough to understand that, moron. Now if you don’t want to die right here right now, then better answer my f*cking question. Eh?”

The prosecutor was struggling, no doubt. Unfortunately for him, his assaulted angle isn’t obvious to the officer in-charge’s CCTV monitor that it looks like he was the one dominantly threatening him, given its bending body block Jang Taeyoung’s move and the voice over button he turn off under the table. “A-ahck. Wa-it. Mr.—Ja-ng. A-ahck.” Had no choice but plead to him. But Jang wouldn’t dare. Why would he? Instead, he chokes him much tighter. With surrendering tap with his gripping hands, it gives in.

“A-alca-ziar. V-vee-ros A-alca-ziar.”

It only takes a second then before he let go. Hearing the gasping sound of Mr. Kim who is still trying to catch his own breath the moment it sits back to its chair. “See? It’s easy Mr. Prosecutor. Now tell me more.”

“W-why should I?” still half catching air prosecutor that only made him decide for another assault. “Why? So you would not be getting more like this?”

“A-Argh!”

Earning another grunt as he vigorously steps on its shoe under the table indeed. “F*ck! Fine. Fine, alright.”

So the rest follows as one thing’s for sure.

This game they were playing is one hell of a dangerous pit ride.

*Beep*

“Bullsh*t! Screw you, woman. Tss. Whatever. Why am I concerning you though? You even expose me anyway. Ugh. F*ck off!”

Tossing his phone with irritation by a nearby couch from her unanswered calls as he glances his own portrait which she also saw last time. Passing his own banters on it as if it was a different person to scold that he even points a finger with assertion. “This is what I’m telling you sucker. On so why? Why did you have to get sti--- F*ck! The hell will I admit either.”

He shifts into firmly punching its side wall when he decided to stand up, appearing like a strict lecturer. “This is all because of you, woman! You, Sung Eunyoung. I swear you’re going to p—sh*t! why can’t I even cursed you! See, Jang Taeyoung? You’re in fault here. F*ck!”

His proceeding soliloquy indeed for he can’t help but to clench a jaw out of frustration as he moved by the glass window. And with a hard slam of palm on it and a following voice of his assistant, he’s obviously pissed.

“What?!”

The deafening reply he did that made the latter being surprised yet only takes a second to regain composure. “Zilo Alcaziar is in the VIP lobby, Boss.”

Its simple word which gives him a scorching deep breath as well. Cursing another headache, he needed to deal with. Thus he responded a piercing nod to his assistant before leaving him again.

“Brother!”

The thrilled greeting from Zilo which only came back from entertaining itself to talking with female receptionist by the counter. Unbothered by his impatient glare trailing its every move till occupying a seat across him. “I was informed that you’ve been waiting on the lobby only to find out you’re actually lurking for bitches instead? Tss. You are wasting my time then.”

“Oh come on brother. As if you didn’t miss it either. Like hey, you’re a single man again. Right? Unless you can’t move on with sister. I bet you do.”

A frown came to him then. Groaning with irritation. “Can you just shut up, or am I going to pull your tongue in a second. Why are you here anyway?”

His straight banter just to be responded by a nonchalant behavior of the other as it even leans comfortably with the seat it occupied. “What do you think?”

“And what is that?”

“Tss. Of course brother, I’m here to continue as your ally.”

Thus a silence came after. He was halt by the thought, yes but not long enough to give the young Alcaziar a stern look. “I’m not in the mood for joking Zilo.” His threatening words then just to be responded by its shaking of head. “Brother I know you’re tempted, don’t deny. Besides, watching your situation right now I’m the only one you’ve got. Punch me if it isn’t true, eh?”

Truth. He’s the only one he got. He’s been calling the investors of the Casino Hotel, trying to convince at least half of them to side him and obviously got declined. Majority of them aren’t even answering. Hell that Sung Eunyoung’s power, who else can he control when she already got them all. Dammit!

“What makes you decide otherwise then, brother?”

“Because as you said, I’m fighting against my father and I truly am. So why not give it a try. I’m getting bored anyway. Father with sister and you with me. Isn’t it glamorous? We’re fighting each other’s past comrade. I can actually imagine the results. Wohoo.”

Zillo was even whistling while gesturing a blow like a bomb on his hand, arrogantly gullible of his own idea. Right there for some reason, the prosecutor’s advice pop into his ears. ‘Guess the disloyal dog makes sense after all.’

His thoughts finally decided. He’s considering the challenge indeed that for the last time after their talk ended, she called her once again yet for the nth time she remains unanswered. If it this what they call war, then war it is.

“Let the best venturer win, Sung Eunyoung.”

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o-pandora-o · 5 years ago

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Cat MC

Please bear in mind some spoilers in the game and in the event (The Devil’s Riddle).

You were looking for a book Satan asked you to find inside his room and accidentally you were tripped on a big book with a cat cover and suddenly….. You turned into a cat……How would the demon boys react?

Please bear with my writing this is the first shit I’ve done I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

Lucifer:

You were going outside Satan’s room to find help and you saw Luci roaming in the hallway. You made a small cry and he noticed you.

“Did Satan keep a cat? no worries I shall just open this matter to him” he said with a serious look on his face.

He was going to go away until you put a paw to his shoe. He made a glare and you fought his glare with a louder cry and so he replied “This cat got nerves”

“No can do, I do not own you nor I do not want any problems with any of my brothers so go back to Satan’s room now” When he left, you followed him to his room “this cat really got nerves to follow me here” he said.

Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo asking for an urgent meeting with him.

“If you really want to be with me then so be it, it seems you like me more than my brother, but I have matters to attend to.” he pats your head and you let out a small cry (saying like a goodbye or something).

You decided to sleep on his bed while waiting for him.

He came back when it’s already midnight.

He saw you on his bed curled up like a ball (you were turned back to normal)

He put a blanket to cover you up and placed a small peck on your forehead.

“Being a cat was fun” he heard a small mumble from you as you turn on the other side.

Mammon:

All right, you tumbled on this boi while he was looking for goods inside his house to sell.

You made a loud meow as you are stopping him from stealing goods

“D----AAAAAH!” Mammon screamed the top of his lungs.

“Who dare meows at THE GREAT MAMMON!” he says as you rolled your eyes at him. “Ooooh maybe I can sell this ca—OUUUCH!“ you hissed and lightly bit his hand as he picked you up “I was joking! Joking I tell you! Sheesh this cat” he put you down.

“So where is yer owner cat?” he asked, you rubbed your fur onto him and put your paw on his foot.

“That’s right! No one can stand THE GREAT MAMMON! Look you are already fascinated by my greatness” he said while you rolled you eyes.

“I have an idea!!” He took you and put you on top of his bed “Stay there till I get back!” he took a picture of you using his D.D.D.

You didn’t know he posted a picture of you while with the description “LOST CAT CONTACT MAMMON THE GREAT p.s give 10000 Grimm as reward”.

Yep, Mammon will be Mammon.

He came back late, it seems he had gone to the casino “TODAY’S MY LUCKY DAY! I WON THE JACKPOT WOHOO NOW I CAN BUY THOSE SHOES AND SUIT, it seems you are a lucky cat after all!”.

When he was busy counting Grimms, it was already midnight. Suddenly pink smoke was covering you and he saw it “Wait what’s happening?!”he said as the smoke was cleared he saw you.

“MC! You were the cat?!”

“Yeah it was me! Thanks for letting me stay in your room though” you said

“That’s right! Haha! The GREAT MAMMON always to the rescue haha” sweat drops

“I gtg to my room, I’m so sleepy cya Mammon thanks again!” you said as you left.

Bonus:

Early in the morning you came to Mammon’s room while you said “Mammon! Why did you post me being lost in exchange for grimm?!”

“Uh I can explain you see, I forgot to delete it and bye!” he said as he run off of bed.

Leviathan:

“Is that what I think it is?” he mumbled as he was supposed to be going out to refill his rations

Sucre Frenzy’s lead member recently had a jet black cat, which was similar to the color of your fur.

“Nah maybe it’s just lost, wandering in the house” he said while he left to buy 2 months’ worth of food.

You saw and heard what he said so you decided to go to his room and wait for him.

You were looking around the place until-

When he came back he saw you looking at Henry 2.0 and he thought you were going to eat him “NONONONO! Don’t eat my one and true friend!” whilst you gave him a quizzical cat look.

“AHHH! I got no time for this, I should open up the new Multiplayer game I bought aaaaah where is MC? Damn I need to play it now” he said while preparing his newly bought game, he messaged you in his D.D.D waiting for an answer. You went to the other controller and pressed play.

“Wait what that was for MC! I should restart this” when he was reaching for the menu button, you put your paw on his arm. ”Wait are you telling me not to restart?” you cried out a meow.

You played the new game with him and he was amazed, “Woah this cat is amazing it can play games! I’m gonna name you Henry 3.0!” and you gave him a doubtful look while you continue to play the new game he bought until midnight.

You landed the final blow to the last boss on the game and when Levi turned around pink smoke was covering you.

You were turned back into human! “OMG MC you were a cat? lolol so cool”

“This is my magical power! Lunaria, Wisteria, Primrose, Peony! Through the power of the flower I’m pretty as can be! I’m the magical mysterious MC!” you said as you pecked his cheeks.

“Watch out! I might steal your heart!” you wink leaving him flustered.

Satan:

He was looking for you inside his room, he was going to tell you that he found the book that you were helping him find.

“MC?? Hey MC? That’s weird, I swore she said that she was inside my ro—“Satan couldn’t finish his sentence when he found a small black cat lying around with his books.

“How did you get in here. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Satan was excited he looked like a smol boi waiting for his Birthday present.

After a day full of feeding you, taking care of you and even took pictures of you like a cat mom flexing he decided that it’s time to set you free.

“If you stay here for too long your owner might be missing you”

You brushed your fur against his leg and he knelt down and brushed his hand on your head.

“Well I guess you could stay it’s pretty dark anyways”.

Satan carefully picked you up and took you to his bedroom and he put you down beside his pillow and let you fall asleep.

Not that he totally forgot about you though

When you both woke up it seems like you were back to normal and you saw Satan smirked.

“Good morning my lil kitten” definitely knows that you were the cat.

Asmodeus:

You went out of Satan’s room hoping to get help from someone and suddenly Asmodeus hurryingly going out of his room.

You followed Asmodeus while crying out a small meow. Apparently, he didn’t heard your cry for help.

He went to your room (as you followed him there) “MC! We need to go to the ma—oh she isn’t here” when he stopped you let out a loud cry and he finally noticed you.

“Awh what are you doing here? Were you lured here by my charm?” he said

“My, my, you have such a nice fur compared to other kitties seems like you also got the charm! And it doesn’t look like you don’t shed too much fur! I have a great idea! I’ll take you to the mall with me, you will be my new pet! Let’s share our charm to the entire world!” he said as he picked you up and took you outside.

After a day full of shopping, salon, taking pictures, and buying more stuff, you both went home before curfew.

He went to have some dinner while you run off to your room.

After dinner he was busy taking his stuff out of the bags you two bought

On midnight he noticed you were not in his bedroom, he went to search for you and seen you on your room “Oh little princess why are you in MC’s room? Speaking of MC I didn’t even see her during dinner and she isn’t even here.” and suddenly pink smoke was covering your body and suddenly you were turned back to normal.

“I never knew you could be a majestic cat MC,waaaah I really missed you” he said that while cuddling you.

“Now that I’m here why don’t we sleep in your bed?” you saw him smirk.

“No funny business alright? Being a cat is really tiring!” you said to him.

“Alright, alright! Just let me hug you” he said. “Fine” you replied while he pecked your lips and went to bed.

Beelzebub:

You hid from everyone until it was late night. You were hungry so you went to the kitchen hoping to find some food on the table but you were unlucky enough to find none.

You saw some unopened chips on the countertop so you jumped and grabbed it using your mouth. You tried to open the chips with your claws and your mouth but you failed.

Beel saw you in the kitchen and said “Do you want this? Hmm I don’t really know if chips are good for cats though”.

You nod and he opened the chips for you, you thanked him by crying out a meow.

When the chips was open you bite some and gave it to Beel, “Oh thanks” he replied as he pats your head.

As you two were eating, the clocked reached midnight.

A magical pink smoke appeared around you. You were turned back to normal.

“Wha- MC I didn’t know you have the power to turn into a cat!” Beel said as he kept eating chips.

“No wait I don---ah why bother btw thanks for the chips“ you pecked his cheek while you went upstairs to sleep.

Belphegor:

You were in shock of what happened and decided to ask your S/O, Belphie for help. You went to his bedroom to see himself napping as usual.

You did everything you can, meowing, hissing, carefully scratching his bedside, pouncing on him, putting your paw on his nose, and still nothing.

Nothing can wake up this boi

You gave up and tried to wait for him to wake up but you fell asleep beside him instead.

Cue Beel going to his room and found you two sleeping “Cute” he said.

After 2 hours Belphie woke up and saw a cat beside him. At first he was shocked but eventually he stroked the cat’s fur lightly not waking it up and soon began to sleep again.

You both woke up the next day with you lying down on the cold floor well at least you ain’t a cat anymore eh?

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elizabeth-baelish · 4 years ago

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Life’s a Sick Joke pt 14

wohoo, finally!!

Would like to start from the beginning? Here is Part 1!

14. Truth and Lies

After that thing happened on the bus and that chick Tommy became a bit calmer than he usually was. It scared you cause he was the always energetic one who annoyed you all the time.

"So, what will you do in the Christmas break?" Doc asked reading through his papers and walking around on the stage to see if everything was ready for the last concert in 1983. You were dealing with your camera while Nikki was drinking a beer next to you before the concert started.

"Christmas? This wasn't last year?" Nikki asked drinking a beer next to you.

"It's in every year, you know." You sighed while angrily pushing the buttons on your camera.

"Did that poor camera hurt you?" He asked laughing.

"It's just messing with me." You snapped. "Go, take it before I smash into small pieces." You handed the item in question into his hand.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Just the usual. Not that my life is a fucking joke this camera can't even work properly." You huffed.

"Do you say this because neither your brother nor your sister will spend the holidays with you?" Vince spoke up who just finished with his costume and makeup session. You sent him a death glare as he took next to Nikki. You hated that he knew you this well, it was pretty annoying not being able to hide any of your emotions in front of them.

"What?" The bassist inquired. "You don't have any relatives or what?"

"Why? Do you have any?" You asked back. You didn't mean to fill your anger on them, to be honest, but they were the curious ones. "Sorry, it was rude." You apologized to him. "It will be just weird not spending it with them. And enough of me. I'm always talking about them."

"Hey, it's okay. We understand." Vince said giving you a big smile.

"Anyway, why don't you spend the holidays at Mick's family? Not that, I ever heard him speaking of them so I don't know if they exist at all." Nikki added. He was surprised that he didn't even know about his bandmate's family's existence.

"I don't know. I don't want to interrupt anything and to be honest, Mick doesn't talk about his personal life too much." It frustrated you that he knew almost everything about you whereas you only knew that he has three brothers which you doubted now. And there was the thing with those child support envelopes back in the hotel. It still didn't let you rest, but you didn't want to bring it up, it wasn't your business.

"I thought at least he told you something. Creepy man." Vince said adjusting his fluffy hair. "But I don't think you should worry, I'm sure he will open up, someday...at least I hope so."

"May the odds be ever in our favor, guys." You said jumping down the stage.

"Where are you going?"

"I need some fresh air before the concert starts." You yelled and headed toward the back door. When you were out you sniffed in the air and filled your lungs with fresh air though it's wasn't that good as at the camping.

"Hey, (Y/N)." Tommy greeted you when he saw you exiting the building. You took a seat next to him. Tommy noticed your not so satisfied face so he offered you a cigarette which you took happily.

"Thanks." You muttered while he held the lighter for you. For a few minutes, you were sitting there in silence, just enjoying the silence. Tommy and silence still didn't sound good together. "How are you?" You asked rubbing his thigh.

"Nothing."

"Well, that's not a lot."

"And what about you? What was that face? Did they annoy you?" He asked smirking.

"Imagine, this time it wasn't them." You laughed.

"Wow, miracle still happens. Then I bet it was your sister right? To be honest, I miss her, too." You glanced at him.

"You can call her anytime, you know that right?" You called her almost every day but it wasn't the same. And Tommy was aware of that, too."

"I know."

"Tommy, I know I told you this many times, but it wasn't your fault. That chick. She was just crazy and rude. She didn't know when to say when. Also, I hate to see you this. I miss your goofy self." You pushed him playfully in the arm.

"Thanks, (Y/N). I just need some time. I've never hit a woman before and I feel like a monster." He looked at his hands then smiled at you. "I miss annoying you, Cooper. Be prepared." He smirked.

"Not now, please." You chuckled but tried to keep the serious face on.

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"Finally, it's over." Mick sighed putting his guitar down and sitting down the couch.

"It's not over yet, there will be still a Christmas party," Nikki added.

"No way I'm going. The tour next year with Ozzy will be more than enough." Mick muttered opening a bottle.

"Speaking of Christmas...how will you spent it?" Vince tried to bring up the subject since you didn't dare.

"I thought we have already discussed it with (Y/N)," Nikki said when Vince elbowed him in the stomach. Mick just raised one of his eyebrows. He was thinking of spending it at home with his sister and parents since he was sure you will spend it at your relatives' far away.

"So, Mick?" Vince asked again.

"Well, maybe at home, in silence and peace." He smiled from the thought.

"And what about (Y/N)?" Tommy spoke up after a long time among his bandmates.

"So, you are speaking now. Good to know." Mick said knowing that it must be your hands in it. "And back to the question...well I don't know. You mentioned that you already know, why are you asking me?"

"Cause...for the fuck's sake she will spend the whole Christmas alone. Well, I wouldn't let that but I'm sure she wouldn't want to spend it with me while she has other options." Vince said crossing his arms. Mick looked concerned for a bit.

"You should talk to her," Nikki said after he could get some air after that punch from the singer.

"If you don't bring her with you, I will," Tommy added smirking at Mick.

"No, neither of you are taking her, understood?" Mick didn't understand why you didn't tell him this yet. It

"Yes, sir."

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"Hey." You put your smiling and happy face on not to let him know the situation.

After you went back to the hotel, you went to your room and started packing. You left the stadium without a word to anyone, just called a taxi. You wanted to be alone. You didn't want Mick to see you this miserable.

"(Y/N)?" He said after entering the room. You were sitting by the window and was gazing at the city night.

"Can we talk?" He asked while taking your hand and pulling on his lap on the sofa.

"So what is it?" You bit down your lip. Maybe those bastards told him everything.

"The boys told me that..." Of course, they did. "That you are spending Christmas...alone?" He asked still not believing it. You sighed and looked away.

"Yeah."

"And why didn't you tell me? Those teenagers are thinking that I'm a careless bastard for letting you alone. Whereas the truth is that I didn't know." He put his finger under your chin making you look in his eyes. "I thought that you will spend it with some of your relatives or friends."

"I don't have any relatives. We either aren't on speaking terms or they don't know about my existence. And won't visit them by 'Hey, I'm (Y/N), your cousin can I spend the holidays here. I don't know a thing about you and maybe I'm a serial killer but I hope you will let me in your house.'"

"Okay, that sounds ridiculous, I will give you that. But why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I thought that you will be with your family and I don't want to disturb." He placed a kiss on the top of your hand.

"You will never disturb, understand? And stop thinking about yourself like you were worthless."

"So then?" You asked.

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"I don't know, Mick. Are you sure that they will like me?" You bit down your lip while adjusting your coat on yourself. He pulled you by your hand towards the entrance of the house.

"It's high time for them to finally meet you." He said opening the gate for you and letting your forward. You were standing in front of the door playing with your hair.

"Don't worry, okay? You are perfect and they will like you I'm sure." He pecked your lips and knocked on the door. You were sure you would've faint if he wasn't holding your hand.

"Omg, Robert! I missed you so much." Her mother hugged her son tightly which made Mick smile.

"I missed you, too, mom."

"And you must be (Y/N), right? Hi, I'm Mick's mother." She offered a hand and you shook it happily.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Call me, Tina, please." She said smiling and invited you to the house. Mick helped you taking down your coat and put it on a hanger while you took the opportunity to look around. The whole house was decorated and there was a huge tree in the living room still blank. "Come, Frank and Susie are in the kitchen making a mess, I guess." She whispered turning back to you while heading towards the mentioned place. You could smell gingerbread in the air which remembered you the recent holidays. When you entered the kitchen you saw Susie and Frank throwing flour on each other while laughing from the top of their lungs. Tina rolled her eyes and shook his head while Mick was just smirking. You liked the way his family made him feel.

"So that's my family. I told you not to worry that they will be crazier than you. " He whispered in your ear.

"Alright, I surrender, and I advise you to do the same. Our guests arrived." Tina announced gesturing towards you and Mick.

"Mickey!" Susie screamed while running in the arms of his older brother. You can't help but smile at them.

"Susie, dad, I would like you to meet (Y/N). She is my..what we are for each other?" He asked you playfully.

"We are just acquaintances. I think." You joked.

"No, we are more than that." He chuckled gripping your hand.

"Oh, you look so cute together." Susie blubbered. "By the way, I'm Susie, his little annoying sister." You offered a hand but she put it away and hugged you tightly.

"Sorry for manners. I'm Frank." You shook with hands with him smiling.

"Nice to meet you." You said. They all seemed super nice. You didn't understand why Mick never talks about them. If you had a family like this, you would talk about them 24/7.

"Come on in, there is much more space in the living room and you must be tired, you may go and bring your bags up in your room," Tina said while going back to the kitchen cleaning up the mess Susie and Frank did.

"I will bring up our luggage then I will come back. Don't run away while I'm away." Mick said to you when Frank took the bags out of his hand.

"I will do it, don't bother about it." Mick's family was aware of his condition, too and they cared about him, even if Mick didn't feel himself a man like that.

"Thanks, dad." Mick sighed and sat down next to you.

"Okay, so I want to know everything. Tell me from the beginning!" Susie giggled, she was all ears.

"Calm down. You will know everything, I promise. Just wait a bit, we have just arrived. And don't annoy (Y/N), she drove all way here."

"You did?" Susie turned to you.

"I didn't let him drive my car. I'm too overprotective." You laughed. "And you are not bothering me."

"She is a great girl, I don't even know how you are with her." She joked to Mick. Mick gave her a fake smile and threw a pillow in her face.

"Rude."

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"So what do you think?" Mick asked while packing your clothes in the wardrobe. You were sitting on the bed handing him your stuff.

"They are all kind and generous. It must've been good to spend your childhood with them in this lovely house."

"Things weren't always this decent, (Y/N)."

"So that's why you never talk about them?"

"Yeah." The truth was that he was afraid that his family would say something, you shouldn't know. Now, he prepared himself for those conversations and it was time to let you know the truth.

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"It's really delicious, Tina." You said while consuming the food which covered the whole table.

"Thank you, honey. You want the receipt?"

"Oh, I don't know. It must a family receipt."

"You are family, now." You gulped and almost choke on the food but you managed to smile and nod.

"Thanks." You cleared your throat and drank a bit. It wasn't that you didn't want to be part of this wonderful family. The fact made you choke was that they barely know you.

"Mickey, now talk. I'm dying of curiousness!" Susie pouted pointing with her fork at her brother and you. Mick glanced at you then back at his sister.

"What do you want to know?"

"E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G." She snapped.

"Where did you meet?" Frank asked dealing with his turkey.

"Umm, at my job interview." You chuckled remembering back the day.

"Mickey gave you the job?" Susie asked.

"No, he just saw how stressed I was and encouraged me. His manager hired me." You said.

"Really? Are you sure, it wasn't Mick?" She laughed staring at Mick. Mick jaws tightened. He gave a death glare at his sister and took a deep breath. You blinked and glanced at him.

"Shut it." He snapped. You bit down your lip now knowing he was the reason you got the job. Not your qualifications or photos. You knew it wasn't the best place and time to fight over it so you just calm down and continued eating. You felt Mick's hand on your thigh on the table but you didn't react anything.

"You have a beautiful house, Tina. Have you always lived here?" You asked to break the awkward silence.

"Thank you, you are kind. And no, we moved here when Mick was 7 years old and went to primary school. Frank got a new job so we had to move here."

"I see. And did you like going to school here, Susie?"

"Yes, much better and more than Mickey. He was absent many times unless I. I had a pretty good time there."

"Really?" You thought Mick was a nerd, but maybe studies and music weren't hand in hand. "And what about your brothers. Mick told me you have three brothers." Susie spit out her food, Tina and Frank shared a look. Mick placed his face in his palms.

"We don't have any more children. They were more than enough." Tina laughed. You pouted and you felt your face burn from embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. I might misunderstand something. If you excuse me, I have to go to the restroom. Be right back."

"Sure, darling. It's at the end of the corridor." Frank told you.

You needed some time to calm down. Mick lied about you now in two things as well. You were upset and you wanted to scream his head off for lying. But on the other side, you were grateful for him to arrange this job for you. And about that brother's topic. You were completely clueless.

"Robert, why did you lie to that poor girl that you have three brothers?" Tina whispered to her son while you were away.

"Just let it go, okay? She could be back at any moment." He drummed with his fingers on the table from the stress.

"Then until she arrives, do you know anything about Stormy, Erik, or Les Paul?" She whispered. Well, you heard everything. You knew it was rude but you needed to know the truth after all these lies.

"I don't know, mom. But can we talk about it later?" He hissed through his teeth. Stormy, Erik, and Les Paul? Who were they? No, they can't be. But that child support mails at the hotel. Something big was going on. You walked back to the table when neither of them talked and sat down.

"Did I miss anything?" You asked smiling but deep down you wanted to scream.

"Just how clumsy Mick was back in the days. Omg, can I show you pictures?" Susie went into a crazy mood.

"Yes, that's a wonderful idea," Tina added.

"Mom, Susie, please don't!" Mick said shaking his head. He still didn't dare to look at you which he did well cause you were on the edge of punching him or at least kick him under the table. Frank gave you an empathetic smile, so exactly knew that they were lying to you. Nice. At least someone was on your side, too.

"Look at him! Isn't he adorable?" Tina asked while pointing at a picture of Mick who was posing with his Mickey Mouse guitar.

"Sure, he is." You chuckled. Frank and Mick didn't want to be there so they went into Frank's working room to talk.

"Son, I understand that you don't want to tell her your past, but I think you can be honest with her. She deserves it." Frank said watching his son watching the books on the shelves.

"I know. I just haven't got the perfect occasion to tell her. Lots of things happened recently and I didn't want to put his pressure on her as well." He sighed.

"You love her, don't you?"

"Of course, I love her. That's why I dared to bring her here, but maybe it wasn't the best idea after all." He rolled his eyes regretting the whole night.

"I think it was a good idea. I'm happy to see you and I think Susie and your mother think the same. And if you are happy with her then you are making us glad as well. Just talk to her. I'm sure she will understand it." Frank gave an encouraging smile to Mick.

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"Come on, (Y/N), you can do this!" Tina supported you as you were sitting on the shoulder of Frank and were about to put the star on the top of the tree. When you managed to you cheered and Frank put you down cautiously. He gave you a high-five smiling.

"Good job." He said.

"It's beautiful," Susie said admiring the tree. Mick was standing behind you, his hands on your hips.

"Now it's time to let Santa bring all the presents. Go to your rooms." Tina said smirking.

"Oh, mom. But I'm an adult now. I know it's not the Santa."

"I don't care, young lady." You were just laughing along with Mick seeing Susie. Mick took your hand and pulled you towards his room.

"Good night." You said.

"What?" You asked noticing his facial expression.

"Good night, darling." Tina greeted back waving.

You went upstairs and entered Mick's room. While you looked around he closed the door even with a key. He was standing there with his face to the door and was gazing at you. You deserved the truth.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for lying to you. I didn't te you everything and I would like to tell you if you are even willing to stay here with me. You probably hate me." He put his hands in his pockets.

"Hate you? Never? Wanted to punch you? Maybe." You chuckled. He smiled but he was relieved. So he didn't fuck up everything in the end. "Look, I'm grateful that you got me the job, but you could've told me." He sat down beside you on the bed.

"I know. But I owed you this. You looked so stressed that day that I thought I might help you."

"Thank you, really. But I wanted to hear from you, not your family."

"Speaking of family...I don't have three brothers." He smirked.

"No shit. I figured it out now." You laughed. Mick rubbed the back of his head then he stood up and searched in his pockets. He handed you his wallet.

"Open it."

"Um, okay?" You opened the layers. Mick pointed in a little secret pocket in it. You sighed and found three tiny pictures.

"She is Stormy. She is 10 by now. He is Les Paul, he is 12 and there is Erik, he is 7. They are my...my children." His lips curved into a smile seeing his children even if just only in a picture. You hummed.

"They look cute. And where are they?"

"At their mother's, I guess. But I don't know much about them. Their mother took them from me cause I didn't have the money back then. I didn't have work so the court took them away."

"I'm so sorry, Mick." You hugged him tightly while rubbing his back.

"I'm sorry for not telling you. I was just afraid."

"Don't apologize. It's okay." You hushed.

∆

"Good morning, fellas!" Susie knocked on your door yelling. You groaned from the noise not wanting to get up. Mick stroked your hair and your bareback with his fingers. He loved you with your messy hair and sleepy face. It made you so much younger.

"Good morning." You murmured into the white pillow.

"Morning." He leaned closer and started kissing your back from your neck down your waist. You smiled but didn't move. "I think we need to get ready. Susie won't stop until we get down."

"I think you are right. We can finish this later." He leaned closer to your ear. "If you want." He whispered making you chuckle.

"Come on, doves! Santa was here!" Susie yelled again.

"Give us a minute!" Mick yelled back rubbing his face. "Or two." He muttered.

After you got dressed you went down the living room and admired all the big presents under the tree.

"Wow, someone was a good boy." You said when you noticed all the presents behind Mick's name card.

"Look who is talking." You raised your eyebrows when you saw the number of boxes with your name on them.

"Finally, your respect is with your presence." Susie snapped sitting on the couch.

"So who's gonna start?" Tina asked bringing a camera in her hand.

"I will." Susie giggled. She was a few years younger than you, whereas she acted like a 10-year-old. But she was happy. After she opened all of her boxes she insisted that you would be next.

"Alright. Let's see." You took a quite heavy box in your hand and cautiously opened it. When you saw it your lips curved into a big, happy smile.

"I heard that your current one didn't work properly. I hope it's all good." Mick said from the couch.

"It's perfect, thank you." You felt tears running down your cheek from happiness. You walked over to him and pecked his lips when you heard a click. Tina held the camera in her hand and smiled.

"This goes to the family album," Frank spoke up watching the picture. After all of you finished, you sat down on the floor and Susie showed you what she got. "(Y/N), Mick there is one more." They handed you an envelope. Mick took it and opened it. "We thought, you might need some time off." Frank pulled his wife in a sideways hug.

"A whole holiday to Hawaii?!" You gasped. "No, we can't accept this. This is.."

"Stop, both of you deserve it. And there is no payback so it will go waste if you don't use it."

"I will happily use it if you won't," Susie added.

"We will go," Mick said. "Thank you."

∆

"Thank you for everything. And the food, too." You thanked hugging each of them.

"Very welcome."

"Thanks, mom."

"We would like to see our grandkids next time," Tina added. Mick's facial expression made you laugh. After you sat in the car Mick glanced at you. "You know, if we continue this night routine we might bring their grandkids next Christmas." You blushed and covered your face. "Just kidding." He chuckled and started the car.

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Genres: fantasy!AU, angst, fluff, enemies to lovers, eventual smut (?)

Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and death

Summary: You had been ready for the end of the semester. You had been ready to spend time away from your best friend, Jimin, and finally move on from the feelings you harbored. Yet, after your friend was forced to reveal a secret, you found yourself in a new world that was chock full of magic, war, and wonder. So, here you were, basically thrown into your own fantasy novel, with your best friend on one side, and six male warriors on the other.

A/N: welcome back Angst, my dear sweet friend. This chapter is basically all action and violence and death and angst so ready yourselves. Also I’m now an author for the @cherryseoulmates network! WOHOO 💙

“Stop weaving so much, dammit! Just fucking run!”

You continued sprinting.

Lungs burning.

Legs aching.

Skin bleeding from tiny cuts.

Sweat beading on your forehead.

An arrow embedded itself into a tree you were passing with a heavy thump.

Instinctually, you wanted to put distance between that arrow and your body. You began veering to the side as more arrows whistled through the air.

A harsh yank on your arm caused a breathless gasp to escape past your lips as your body was forcefully tugged back.

“For Exia’s sake, just… stay in front of me!” Jungkook yelled at you.

Stumbling from his abrupt action, you quickly regained your footing and leapt over a small, fallen tree in your path. You didn’t bother responding to him as you sucked more air into your lungs.

Heart beating fast.

Breathing ragged and shallow.

Adrenaline surging through your veins.

You were getting close to camp; maybe only another couple minutes or so until the temple would rise up before you.

Another arrow punctured the bark of a tree right next to your face. But this time you didn’t swivel away. Jungkook wanted you to stay in front of him, so you would. You trusted him.

So instead, you just kept running sort of straight as fast as your human body would let you.

More branches scratched against your face.

More twigs snapped beneath your feet.

More arrows flew past your head, most becoming lost in the depths of the forest.

Your pupils expanded and shrunk rapidly as you ran through patches of sunlight and shade.

You heard the whoosh of air past your ears and the rustle of leaves as you crashed through the forest.

You were ducking below a thick branch when Jungkook let out a pained noise.

Briefly, you turned your head to look over your shoulder and you saw him removing a hand from his upper arm. As he pulled away, you saw his palm was painted with smears of crimson.

Your eyes widened in alarm and it felt like your heart stopped for a moment.

Seeing your distressed expression looking back at him, Jungkook shouted at you. “I’m fine! I’m fine! Keep going!”

You returned your attention back to where your feet were taking you, but you couldn’t get the image of Jungkook’s bloody hand out of your head.

He was bleeding. He was hurt.

Did a large branch cut him? Or did an arrow graze him? Is he really okay?

As you slid underneath a semi-collapsed tree leaning haphazardly against another trunk, you realized that fewer and fewer arrows were now being shot at you.

Did we get that far ahead? Or did they slow down?

The amount of arrows targeting you and Jungkook continued to gradually lessen until no more zipped through the trees. But you didn’t slow down. Not for even a millisecond.

Finally, you burst through the last line of trees with Jungkook following close behind. The temple was as it was when you left camp earlier, but now the boys were back from training and were scattered about the area. As you and Jungkook broke through the trees in a frantic run, all their faces lifted to see what was going on.

“Draikensu!” Both you and Jungkook screamed out as you hurried over to your respective weapons.

There was a split-second of stillness from the other Saeni as they absorbed the sudden news before they all collectively spewed out series of curses and rushed into action.

Bolting upright from where they sat.

Scrambling to their feet.

Darting to gather and ready their weapons.

While Jin strapped his sword to his waist, he yelled out that he placed Jungkook’s swords and dagger where the maknae had asked him to.

Jungkook must have asked Jin to take his weapons back for him while he went to wash off in the creek. That’s why he didn’t have them back there.

You tripped over your backpack as you came to a screeching halt beside your stuff. As you stumbled forward, Jungkook was quick to steady you with gentle, but sturdy hands. Once you balanced, he knelt down next to you.

“You okay?” He asked in a rushed, yet genuine tone as he grabbed his back scabbard and swiftly strapped it on, the process taking no more than a few seconds.

Simultaneously, you hastily looped your arm and head through your quiver strap and snatched up your bow. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jungkook’s blades shining brightly in the sunlight for just a moment before he sheathed them behind his back.

“I’m okay… are you okay?” You stood and pointedly looked at his arm while pushing your sweat-dampened hair out of your face.

Looking at where the fabric of his sleeve was torn and dyed a deep red.

Jungkook rose and finished tightening the belt that held his ruby-hilted dagger. Then, he took a miniscule step closer to you and cupped your face with his hands.

Lightly gasping at his proximity and the way his thumbs tenderly stroked your cheeks, you gazed up at him with concerned eyes.

Despite the chaos approaching, you relaxed into his touch. Tingles traveled across your skin and you felt a swell of warmth cascade through you. Staring into the expanse of his peridot eyes, you allowed yourself to momentarily forget the kiela, the draikensu, and the world around you. The sounds of rushing feet and morning breeze fell away to a white noise. The sight of shivering trees and the ancient temple blurred to a meaningless background.

“I’m fine. I’m okay, I promise.” He sighed and slightly tightened his hold on you. “But you have to promise me you’ll be smart. You’ll be safe.”

Biting your lip, you let out a tiny exhale before nodding. His eyes dropped from yours to gaze at where your bottom lip was captured by your teeth. He seemed to move forward ever so slightly but jerked back as Namjoon called for him.

Removing his roughly soft hands from your face, he blinked twice and stepped away but locked eyes with you once more.

“Remember that promise, sweetheart.”

With that, he moved around you and sprinted over to where he was needed. You followed him with your eyes, wondering why he had started shifting closer to you.

Was he going to k-

“Y/N! Get your ass over here!”

You snapped out of it with a curse and rushed over to where Jimin was waiting for you by the temple.

Deciphering Jungkook’s actions would have to wait until later.

While you ran over, you glanced to where the burgundy-haired male had gone, and saw him in a small huddle with Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, Hobi, and Mingi. You watched as they all nodded, then broke apart and went to their designated positions.

As they spread out around the temple, you saw Hobi disappear into the trees, his body melting into the shadows. You figured he was most likely climbing up into the treetops so he could have cover while moving swiftly as he delivered blade after blade into the incoming draikensu.

You said a silent prayer for the kiela’s spy, wishing for him to remain unharmed as you began weaving through the temple’s rubble and tree roots. Perched on one of the larger hunks of fallen stone was Tae. The grey-haired Saeni was tapping his fingers against his thigh as he anxiously waited for the arrival of his opponents. At the sound of your footfalls, he turned his head to watch you run by. As much as you wanted to detour to give the male a hug, you couldn’t. You didn’t have the time.

“Be safe TaeTae!” You shouted as you moved past him.

“You too, little scorja! Kick some ass!”

You hopped over a couple chunks of rock and a few roots and finally reached Jimin just as a brilliant blue light fell over everything.

Yoongi’s shield.

It was something the magic user explained he could do while trekking through the forest a while back. He could create a dome barrier that only allowed about ten people to cross through at a time, though it required a great deal of energy to conjure and maintain. So much so, that the kiela only used it to gauge the size of their enemy’s forces if they were going into a defensive fight blind and with little knowledge, as you were right now, rather than a permanent fighting advantage.

It’s still some Wakanda-type shit though.

You squinted to protect your eyes from the initial bright flash of mint-blue light as Jimin nudged you closer to the crumbling exterior of the temple.

“Come on, we need to hurry up.”

As archers, it made sense for the two of you to position yourselves at the highest point, so that’s exactly what you were doing. Murmuring a quiet apology to Juufa, you began hoisting yourself up and up and up and up. Luckily, the structure was somewhat easy to scale because the partially broken wall and the intricate designs decorating the stone made for plentiful handholds.

Halfway up, you heard Jimin curse and murmur something about how they were close.

You dug your fingers into an opening in the rock, wincing as your nails ground and cracked against the stone. “Where’s…” You brought your foot up to a tiny ledge and heaved yourself upwards with a groan. “… Jiae? Chungha?”

While you watched Jimin pull his ass up, over, and onto the roof of the temple, you began hearing the kiela shouting to be on alert.

Shit. Here we go.

“They’re holed up inside somewhere.”

Body trembling as you reached up and grabbed a hold of Jimin’s outstretched hand, you grunted as you hauled yourself up onto the roof as well.

Not taking the time to catch your breath, you looked around and pointed with your thumb. “I take one side, you take the other?”

Jimin nodded in agreement and took off to his side as you hastily jogged over to yours. You found a suitable spot that kept the rising sun out of your eyes while keeping your left side partially protected by a large tree that was growing up and out of the temple.

Directly in front of you was Jin, who unsheathed his sword and stared intently at the forest through Yoongi’s shield. Everyone else, minus Hobi, were positioned around the temple in a loose circle.

You took two long, deep breaths and tilted your head up into the sunlight as you retrieved an arrow from your quiver and notched it. While doing so, you heard someone yell out and a clashing of metal. Then, you saw draikensu start to run along the outskirts of the shield, looking for the best opening and trying to find a hole in the blue light.

Two broke through the shield before Jin and he roared and easily struck down the first before sidestepping the second’s attack and thrusting his sword deep into the draikensu’s torso. As he pulled his now bloody blade out of the Saeni’s belly, another came rushing through the shield.

You inhaled and drew back.

Releasing the bow’s string, your arrow quickly found its new home in the clavicle of the draikensu.

“That’s one,” you said to yourself as you withdrew another arrow.

“I count around sixty!” Namjoon’s voice rang out to your right. “Hyung, hold the shield until we get down to thirty, got it!?”

Three more draikensu pushed through the shield.

You picked out one and sent your arrow.

Missed.

Cursing, you grabbed another as Jin slashed one of them from shoulder to pelvis.

The other two ran past the raven-haired male and you murmured a ‘fuck you’ before sending your arrow deep into the chest of the draikensu on the right.

“Two.”

A flash of mint-blue light peeked around the corner of the tree you were crouching next to and you listened to the sounds of all hell breaking loose.

Promptly, you reloaded while the final draikensu looked down at his shot comrade, then around in confusion before finding your perched body high up on the temple. You smirked and released your arrow.

“Three.”

“Are you seriously counting your kills!?” Jimin shrieked at you across the rooftop.

“Hey! If Legolas and Gimli can do it, so can I!” You found a new target, a female with short, crimson hair. “Four!”

Your arrow embedded itself into number eleven. You watched as the draikensu dropped to her knees and wrapped a hand around the shaft buried in the left side of her stomach. Narrowing your eyes, you notched another arrow and sent it screaming into her chest.

She fell back, twitching as blood bubbled up from the entry points.

“Eleven!”

There had to be less than thirty draikensu left since Yoongi dissolved the shield several minutes ago. Still a hefty number to go through, but since they were spread out, it shouldn’t be much longer before the rest were finished off.

The landscape was littered with bodies and the distinct scent of iron permeated the air. It was a gruesome sight to behold, blood and guts and mangled flesh. Especially when you thought of how peaceful and quiet the temple and surrounding area had been only a mere hour before.

A sudden cracking sound made you tilt your head to the side, and you turned around just as the ledge Jimin was crouching on deteriorated beneath him. The rock broke up so fast he didn’t have time to jump back. You didn’t have time to run over and drag him away. With a blink of an eye, he was just… gone.

“JIMIN!” You clambered to your feet and sprinted over to where he had been, scuffing your palms against the stone as you dropped to your hands and knees.

Bracing yourself, you held your breath and leaned over the edge where he had fallen, nervous about what sight would meet you. As you peeked over, you saw Jimin grasping the temple wall just below you with one hand. You closed your eyes, released a relieved sigh, and let your head drop, the action causing some of your arrows to spill out of your quiver and tumble over the side. Opening your eyes, you took in how Jimin’s legs were dangling, and his other arm flailed while his apricot hair went wild in the wind. His bow had fallen to the ground and the arrows that escaped your quiver were scattered around it, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. Right now, you just had to help him get his ass back up here. Scooting a little closer to the edge, you extended a hand and told him to reach.

He gritted his teeth.

Flexed his fingers.

Manipulated his body’s weight.

Swung his free arm up…

Your fingertips just grazed one another’s when an arrow lodged itself into his hand.

The one that was keeping him from plunging to the ground.

Your eyes went wide as the arrow punctured the flesh and forced him to release his grip.

You watched in horror as your best friend’s brown eyes met yours for just a second before he fell.

And fell.

And landed painfully on one leg.

You heard a crack.

His leg gave out and the next point of impact was his back.

You heard him cry out in pain.

His head rammed into the earth.

You didn’t see him move.

No… no no no no NO!

You stared helplessly at his slumped body. Taking in the broken angle of his leg. The blood trickling out of his mouth. How utterly lifeless he looked.

All you could hear was your shaky breathing as you stared at your best friend. All you could feel was pure fear and the pounding of your heart in your chest.

Please just be unconscious. Please. I need you, Slim Jim.

“The key!”

The chaotic world around you slowly but quickly came back into focus. You heard the sharp ringing of metal striking metal. The cacophony of death and pain. The sound of feet slapping against the ground.

“Get the key!”

“Kill the bastard!”

It seemed like all at once, the draikensu on this side of the temple noted Jimin’s limp body. Vulnerable and exposed.

Three of them broke through Mingi’s defense and began darting toward the half-Saeni. Frantically, you reached behind you and grabbed an arrow. You notched it and took aim, squinting through the bright sunlight, then shot. Though, in your panic, it went terribly amiss. Squeezing your hands tightly, you let out a scream and readied another arrow. You breathed out of your nose heatedly and narrowed your eyes in concentration.

You didn’t miss that time.

As your arrow struck the Saeni in his chest, the impact made him flop backwards. While he gasped for air, his hand feebly groped at the shaft protruding from his body. With a smirk, you reached back to grab another arrow, but stilled as you realized there was nothing there.

Your quiver was empty.

Okay. Okay. Okay. Fuck. Okay. There’s just two of them, you got this.

You desperately raked your brain for what to do as the two Saeni neared Jimin. You had to come up with something. And you had to come up with it now.

To make the situation even worse, five more draikensu appeared around the corner of the temple. They must have followed their comrades’ shouts about the key and came rushing over. They zeroed in on your fallen friend and began giddily sprinting toward his body, blades gleaming in their hands. Eager to thrust them into flesh.

Suddenly, the female at the back of their pack cried out and fell forward into the dirt, and arrow sticking out from her lower spine. Tae charged around the corner and began engaging with the remaining four. His silver-grey hair glimmered in the light, his feather earring floated with his movements, and draikensu blood soaked him as he slashed through a chest with the modified edge of his bow. More crimson splattered onto his slender hands and flickered onto his handsome face while he set his jaw and spun beneath the axe that was swung at him.

The sound of snickering below you made you look away from Tae and your eyes bugged out as you saw the two original draikensu hovering over Jimin. One of them slowly pulled out a dagger from his waist and adjusted his grip on the handle as he raised it above his head.

Fuck it.

Without preparing yourself mentally or physically, you tossed your bow away and jumped over the side of the roof. You felt your stomach drop and the wind whistle in your ears and your mind question your sanity as you hung in the air for a heartbeat before descending.

You weren’t able to give a reasonable answer to yourself because before you knew it, you were slamming into the female draikensu on the right. A garbled scream was ripped from your throat as the impact punched you in the chest. Landing on the female’s back, the abrupt force of your weight caused her to topple forward as her companion jerked back and fell in surprise at your unexpected arrival.

Out of sheer, dumb luck, the female’s face collided with a piece of rock from Jimin’s fallen ledge as she went down to the ground. You let out a grunt as you used her body as your personal cushion, but you weren’t able to make it out completely unscathed. A loud popping sound came from your ankle and you yelped as a sharp pain shot through your foot.

Ignoring the injury for now, you straddled the female’s back and dug your hand into her scalp, tangling your fingers in her dusty pink hair. Then, you lifted her bleeding cranium only to ram it back down into the rubble. Blood spurted out from where it broke open her face and it seeped into the dirt, staining it a muddy red. Clenching your jaw, you growled and repeated the gesture until her body was limp and heavy and lifeless beneath you.

Your chest heaved with exertion and adrenaline and you went to remove her hand from her hair when someone fisted their hand in your hair and yanked. Hard.

Both your ankle and scalp screamed in protest as you were thrown off the dead draikensu. Flipping around, you met the pissed-off glare from the other Saeni.

Shit. I forgot about him…

Your eyes dropped to the blade he was still clutching in his hand as you slowly rose to your feet.

Well, better to have his attention on me than Jimin.

“You’re going to pay for that, cunt.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Tae still fighting the other group of draikensu, but there were only two left now. Behind you, you could hear Mingi’s sword clashing against enemy metal and cleaving through their bodies. With a slow inhale, you shifted into your fighting stance, but hissed in pain and wobbled as you put weight on your ankle.

Taking advantage of your falter, the male in front of you smiled sickeningly and lunged forward. You jumped backwards, dodging his blade. But the action inevitably made you put weight on your injured ankle again and you lurched as you tried to regain your balance.

The male laughed and sent a fist into your abdomen.

Wheezing, you doubled over.

Your eyes widened when you saw a flash of metal.

You cried out as his blade slashed into the meat of your thigh.

Gasped as your leg immediately gave out and your collapsed to one knee.

The air in your lungs was expelled as the male kicked you in your chest and sent you sprawling on your back.

With a tsk, the male turned and left you on the ground. You felt your body spasm as you tried to gulp air back in and you breathily moaned as you pressed a hand over the cut on your thigh.

Instantly, your hand became wet with blood and you felt the liquid pulse out in time with your heartbeats.

“Y/N!” You heard a voice call out.

It sounded like Tae.

Rolling to your side, you continued pressing your hand against your bleeding thigh as you gazed over to see the draikensu leaning over Jimin once more.

No!

With a pained groan, you forced yourself to rise.

More blood poured out from the cut.

Searing pinpricks jabbed at your ankle.

A feeling of wrong burned through your leg.

But you ignored all the dull hurt and numbness and made your feet move. You bared your teeth and took three limping strides and dove in front of Jimin with an arm extended just as the male brought down his dagger.

And you blocked it… with yourself.

The blade entered you.

Right through your forearm.

But you had stopped it just a few inches away from being plunged into Jimin’s chest.

Releasing an unsteady breath, you began trembling at the sight of the foreign object spearing your arm.

You couldn’t feel it. The adrenaline pumping through you wouldn’t allow that just yet. But the image alone was enough to make you dizzy.

Somewhere, you heard your name being shouted.

The entire blade had gone through you, too. The dagger was buried to the hilt. You watched as your blood leaked out and down the metal before dripping off the edge onto Jimin’s shoulder. The pace of your breaths rapidly increased. You trailed your eyes from where your blood plunked onto your best friend, back to the dagger that went through you, past the tense hand that was gripping the weapon, and up into the snarling face of the draikensu.

You heard more yelling, but you couldn’t tell where it was coming from or what it was about.

You just looked up at the male’s wretched face with wide, scared eyes.

“I wasn’t going to kill you, girly, but you just changed my mind.” His hot breath hit your face and you shuddered at the malicious glint in his eyes.

Then, he yanked the dagger out of you.

And you screamed.

The blade severed more of your already mutilated flesh and stars of white pain erupted behind your eyes.

Blood began gushing out from the wound and coating you, Jimin, and the earth. A sob escaped past your lips as your body gave out and you tried to curl in on yourself.

You wrapped your hand around your forearm as hot tears spilled over your cheeks and black crept into the corner of your vision.

At least it’ll be me before Jimin… maybe someone will come in time to save him.

As the male above you spun the blade in his palm, his lips twisted into a chilling grin. “Uzjuk will be pleased with your sacrifice.”

Then, he raised the weapon.

Slim Jim, I love you.

TaeTae, I love you.

Jungkook, I… lo-

A figure tackled the draikensu.

You caught a flash of burgundy right before they went out of your field of vision.

“Y/N! Oh my goddess… fuck.” Tae slid on the ground and came to a stop next to you.

He gently pulled you into his lap as he inspected your body.

You let out a puff of air and tried to smile. “H-Hey, Tae… Tae.”

“Shhh… You’re gonna be okay, little scorja,” he murmured softly, but you could hear the panic running through his voice.

He began applying pressure to your wounds and you winced as it made the pain momentarily flare up and more black to consume your vision. The adrenaline was finally beginning to dissipate and, in its wake, you were left with shock, exhaustion, and pain.

So much pain.

You weakly chuckled. “I don’t… feel… okay…”

Through the fuzzy blackness, you could barely make out his worried blue eyes.

“B-But don’t… w-worry… about me…” you whispered as your body shivered and grew heavier and heavier. “Make sure Jimin… is okay… p-please?”

Tae cursed as blood continued to pour out of you and he yelled for Jungkook.

With what little energy you had left, you lolled your head to the side to see a blurry burgundy-haired Saeni with a bloody fist raised as if he stopped mid-punch. As more black swam over your vision, you caught him look over his shoulder at you.

“… Kookie…” you whispered faintly.

And then you exhaled, and everything faded into quiet darkness.

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