#I'm still dead inside from reading this series and yet I'm in the middle of reading it again

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Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 13: Hard To Kill (Part 1)

Bits and pieces of this chapter were rewritten to comply with new material in the Book of Bill. To read the old version, click here. Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

"What is it you've always wanted? I can give it to you!"

Sarah only smiled down at him.

"What I've always wanted?" she asked.

"I just need to get into town and, shall we say, take care of some personal business- don'tcha worry, no hot pokers involved... that you'll have to see! If you free me, when all that happens, hey! I'll owe you one. Think big! Do you want a guy you like to like you back? Do you want a pool full of money to swim in? Do you want to rule your own kingdom? Small potatoes!"

He would have been holding a hand out for a handshake out of instinct, only something was still keeping his arms behind his back. Sarah rubbed her chin, really drawing out the whole 'thinking hard' shtick, and then nodded her head. So she did want something-

"I want you to tell me about your past," said Sarah, and Bill groaned with a deep-seated sort of fury.

"If I do that, you'll free me?"

"Sure, sure."

"I need a real promise, here. If you backstab me, I'm melting you down the millisecond I get into the third dimension for real!"

"I promise."

She patted his head and he screamed so loud the glass of the TV in the clearing rattled. It was like a train wreck in that it was very difficult for Rob to look away, but even now that he had turned the other direction, he could still hear their loud back-and-forth. Most of the 'loud' was coming from Bill.

"Did you have any siblings?"

"No!"

"An actual answer! Ooh, that's a start, that's a start. Now, tell me what your parents were like..."

As Rob left the campsite and hovered into the forest, he could almost feel Bill's gaze burning a hole into his back, but he really needed to be able to hear himself think. Thinking this clearly would be out of his reach the moment he was back in his sleep-deprived body- and he had a lot to think about. Order of thought business 1: the past! The past that, as now occurred to him, he was currently in.

Which was weird. Sarah had already seen the whole series before Elmore collapsed, so logically, upon coming here, he should have come out after Weirdmageddon, right? And yet all signs pointed to that not being true. Bill was in the Nightmare Realm, not dead and/or a statue, at least that was what he had said. He had also mentioned getting into the third dimension for real. Hey! Why was this place called the third dimension? Rob, now he was a bona-fide 3D guy. This place was flat. It gave him a little rush to think that he could perceive something that even Bill seemingly couldn't, and then he remembered that forbidden knowledge was never thrilling for very long. Eventually it just ate you up inside... just like everything else did. He let out an angsty sigh that nobody could hear and committed point 1 to memory.

-

"My old man got angry a lot. Never at me, no, never at me- well, except for when I..." Bill glanced off into the distance for a second, smile faltering- "...point is, he got angry at everybody and everything else! He was the sort of guy to imagine somebody bumping into him on the street and start yelling at thin air." Sarah couldn't tell if his facial expression had gotten a little more genuine or if it was a trick of the light- or perhaps of the exhausted facial muscles. She nodded intently.

"This is all honest, right? Not just a lie because your real past is too personal or something?"

"Me? Lie? No! Psssh, no! No way. Kid, what do you take me for? A-ny-ways. My mom- ha! Now there was a firebrand..."

-

If the red van could transcend channels, perhaps it had simply arrived here in the middle of a rerun. In that case, Rob wondered, did that logic still apply? Assuming they hadn't interfered with the timeline, Weirdmageddon could still come on schedule. Afterwards, would time reset back to episode 1, like it had apparently been doing over and over since the show finished airing, assuming the rerun theory was correct? Maybe not. His own show surely had reruns as well and yet he had lasted a week beyond what he thought had to have been the series finale. Maybe they'd just keep going. Their own private sequel season- but Rob didn't want to spend his time here stalking the Pines twins back to California if the opportunity indeed presented itself. Sarah, though, would definitely do that, wouldn't she? Maybe he could tag along. Maybe he could split from her and go see what kind of town this world had where Elmore was supposed to be. It wasn't as if they could just hop on a bus, though. There was no easy way to get home- no, not home-

Home!

Home had been so far away for what felt like so long now, and the stressors of life in this unfamiliar environment had driven it to the back of his conscious mind. He had been so focused on the present that he had neglected both his past and his future. If he ever got the chance to head back to Elmore, would he pick up right where he left off, or would he land somewhere in his past? Then there would be two of him. Maybe he could change things. With twice the Rob, there might be twice the chance at a successful exodus! But, then again, that might cause a time paradox and erase him, which he refused to knowingly go through again. Why was he even entertaining the possibility of returning? The van was never coming back. He had to accept that. He thought he had accepted that. He was not the type to be swayed by the naive dreams of others. Not now, not ever.

Either way, Rob had survived the void for what felt like months, so he assured himself that, whatever came afterwards, a few days of the apocalypse would be a piece of cake.

-

"...but back home, biology and geometry were the same class. When I found out that third-dimensional kids had to have both of 'em separately, I was all, man! What a bummer. If I was human I'd just skip out on the whole school thing. Heck, I wish I had the foresight to do that when I actually was in school, 'cause ultimately they taught me absolutely jack about useful stuff like how to pull the wool over people's eyes! Now that's an idea for a class. If I had my own school I'd make Swindling 101 a core subject, but, get this, I'd give the kids incorrect advice as a joke..."

-

It seemed pretty uncharacteristic of Bill to just jump straight into possession. Part of Rob thought that maybe he had somehow unintentionally schmoozed the demon into doing it- this part was very proud of himself. The other part of Rob thought that Bill probably had a plan beyond what was immediately obvious to either of the Elmoreans- this part was very nervous about the prospect. There was a lot that didn't add up about his actions, and that all came back to the question of when exactly the two of them were. Maybe he just hadn't been summoned properly yet? Was there some kind of time limit on summoning? It boggled the mind- not that it was a particularly complex question, but it was one that nobody could give the answers to except for-

-

"...and you have no idea how long that took for me to get down! I was practicing my opening speech to this asteroid for days on end and still, still messing up! All I'm saying is, yes, I have plenty of regrets. Plenty of lines I only ever came up with after losing the chance to use 'em. You can manufacture another chance, but it's not the same! It's the spontaneity of it, kid, you don't get it! It's the organic reactions, it's the look on the other guy's face- ack! My throat hurts! Curse these vocal chords for putting a limiter on my genius."

Sarah laid a cool hand on Rob's body's torso right where his neck would have been. Her posture had changed- she was sitting cross-legged and upright on a nearby rock, nodding attentively as Bill found himself spilling his feelings all over the place.

"When you think about your home," she asked in a measured tone, "how do you feel?"

"Huh? Where did that question- happy," he responded hoarsely, driven by instinct alone. Sarah gently shook her head in response. "Angry. Regretful. Sad... hey! Why am I telling you all this?"

"Durapy."

"That's, what, something plus therapy?"

"Duress plus therapy."

"Ah ha ha! You'll go places, kid."

"I like to think so. So, which of those emotions you mentioned would you say is dominant?"

"It's like a regret sundae with anger sauce and sadness sprinkles. See, I don't have a heart, but I do have this mostly-flat organ that looks kind of like a heart if you look at it from a certain angle, and when I think about home, it kind of aches, but on a different subject- you're okay with me changing the subject, right?- it also aches when I think about this time Kryptos fell into this magma cloud as we spent a few hundred years putting his molecules back together. That meant I had to miss out on the start of the Bronze age, which, I mean, what a shame, 'cause..."

-

The way back to camp was quiet and uneventful. More and more things weren't adding up, and this was one of them. There were so many monsters living around this area, and yet he had hardly encountered any of them since he arrived! Why was it that the forest seemed so empty? Maybe he and Sarah had established territory that the others were afraid to encroach on, an idea that made him feel like a wild animal. It was a confusing feeling. And why hadn't Sarah melted, seeing as it was summer (or at least that's what he had assumed) and it was hot out? And where on her person had she hidden that rope and that DVD? Maybe he didn't want to know the answer to that last one.

Thinking hard about the questions had only given him more questions. There were no answers, and of course there weren't, because he didn't care to look for answers. He had bigger things to worry about. But now these questions were his biggest things to worry about- well, them and the demon who was currently in his body. It was actually easy to forget about that, but he could hear Bill's indistinct voice through the trees as he approached. He didn't seem hesitant anymore. He was... rambling.

"...and that's how I got my powers. That was exclusive, you hear? You're trustworthy, right? You wouldn't tell anybody, right? You wouldn't want to get turned inside out, right?"

"I won't tell a soul."

"You better not! And I have turned people inside out before. That reminds me of this time when- oh, hey, Rob's back!"

Sarah turned her head 360 degrees.

"Where is he?"

"How about you untie my hands and I'll point for you?"

Sarah reached down and undid the rope around one of Bill's hands, and soon enough Rob had an accusatory finger in his invisible face. Within a few moments, Sarah was my his side, a little too close so that their bodies were slightly overlapping, but the sentiment was there, at least.

"One more thing before I let you go-"

"Don't let him go!" said Rob, but nobody could hear him.

"-Did you ever have a thing for Stanford?"

Bill's eye- or rather Rob's eye- widened. Mental-Rob's eye widened, too.

"Hey, what do you know about-"

"Ah... no need to continue. Your face has told me everything I need to know~" said Sarah, almost surely misinterpreting a few facial cues and untying the other wrist. In an instant, Rob's body lurched forward like Frankenstein's monster coming to life on the operating table and let out a maniacal cackle that put all of Rob's own evil laughs to absolute shame. Maybe he could ask for technique tips... no, no, this wasn't the time!

"Wait! I have some questions for you as well!"

"Tough luck, kid, that wasn't part of our deal."

"You can't just-"

"Hasta la vista!" said Bill, and scrambled out of the clearing with all the bodily coordination of a marionette being puppeteered by a third grader.

"Hasta la vista?" mused Sarah. "Does that mean he's gonna come back at some point?"

Rob hoped he didn't come back with four broken limbs and a hot poker burn mark in his eye. Hey, wait, he could follow Bill! It wasn't as if he had a way to communicate with Sarah, anyway; she had thought of making a sock puppet for him to use during the planning phase, but as it turned out, neither of them wore socks, so that was a tall order. He noticed mid-thought that she was turning on the TV.

"I'm hoping this will work..." she spoke in response to a question he hadn't asked. "Maybe you can make like that girl from Ringu and mess with this DVD? Wouldn't that be cool? Plus, you're, like, a TV guy, aren't you?"

"...I'm a cyclops."

She couldn't hear him. Throwing the fear of disappointment to the wind, he approached the TV and stuck his hand through the screen. It startled him and amused Sarah when a burst of static momentarily replaced the DVD menu and distortion spread from the intersection point of his arm and the video!

"Ah!" he yelped, and his voice was joined by a clip of Dipper making a similar noise that suddenly appeared on the screen. Wait...

"Was that you, Rob?"

"It- was-" came two clips in short succession, playing without an episode being selected on the main menu. "It's- me- rob-"

Saying his name had been a test, but as it turned out, the word 'rob'- the verb- had been used in place of it. Okay, that would do, but what about-

"Earth to Sarah," he said. The first two words got through fine, but the third one was replaced with another burst of static. Come to think of it, wasn't static a signal thing? What business did it have on a DVD? Wasn't this TV too modern to have that kind of interference? Whatever.

"Earth to you," he clarified. It was like listening to a live YTP and all these acronyms were getting to his head now.

"So, what did you think of our conversation earlier? Do you think Bill was full of it, or was he just opening up? Either way, the stuff he said has so much potential! My heart is leaping out of my chest, you have no idea. I am so going to use this. But enough about me, let's talk about you! How cool is it being a ghost? Or a mindscape apparition, or whatever?"

"It's- ok," the TV said, "I- wasn't- listening- to- Bill- I- was- off- thinking."

"Whaaaat? But he said so much juicy stuff! Oh, well, I guess that means it's all a secret between me and him! You know what? That totally has appeal. Thinking, you say? About what?"

"Stuff-"

"Don't give me that."

He paused for a long moment.

"Well- first- thing's- first- we- might- be- in- a- time- loop."

"A time loop? Where'd you get that idea?"

"This- is- a-" there was another burst of static as Rob tried and failed to convey the word 'rerun'.

"It's a what?"

"I'll- tell- you- about- it- and- the- rest- when- I- get- my- body- back."

"Oh yeah! Your body! We should follow Bill for only that reason, and definitely not for any other reason!"

"Whatever."

"I'm gonna sneak out of the woods," she said, sticking a handful of wood chips to her face in an effort to camouflage herself and standing on all fours like some sort of creepypasta monster. "Don't worry, you won't see me."

"Wait-" the TV said. "How- am- I- supposed- to- follow- you- if- I can't- see-"

She had already scuttled out of sight. Rob sat up, pulled his arm out of the screen, and headed in the direction he had seen Bill go earlier, wondering with every new rustle of the foliage around him whether Sarah was nearby, watching, out of sight. The idea unsettled him more than the idea of Bill watching him. That didn't bode well for their friendship. No! This wasn't a friendship! It was...

Well, he didn't really know what it was.

-

"Sir, would you classify your vehicle as a time machine?"

"I would classify it as a... van."

"But if you've used it to travel through time-"

"I haven't. I'm simply traveling between dimensions that measure time differently, which I'm sure is perfectly legal, and I am also planning to drive away before you have the chance to tell me it isn't."

"You're under- hey! Come back here!"

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Curiosity Part 3 (Final)

Summary: Colby explains his situation to Reader and asks her to be his.

TW/CW: Mentions of murder, vampires, mentions of Reader being held at knifepoint, Mafia/Vampire!Colby Brock x Reader.

Requested?: No

A/N: I'm not gonna continue this series because after reading back through it, not only am I not 100% in love with it but I'm not sure how to continue it.

Part 1 || Part 2

(Y/N)’s POV

Staring at the floor under my feet, I attempt to wrap my head around the events that had just happened. In only a handful of minutes, I had been held at knifepoint, rescued by Colby, and then shocked when my attacker dropped dead at the sniper shot of Jake. I rake my hands through my hair before declaring, “I’m dreaming. I have to be fucking dreaming.” I look around at the silent bar. A few feet away, Colby, Jake, and Sam stand watching me. I bite the inside of my cheek as hard as I can but unfortunately, it hurts like a motherfucker and I am, in fact, not dreaming.

Colby and Sam look at Jake, fury plain as day on their faces. Jake shrugs, “Listen… indirectly it was either him or her because if I hadn’t shot him, he would’ve killed you and then her as well.”

Colby clenches his jaw, but Sam is the one who responds, “Not only did you out us to (Y/N) but now we probably will have a turf war on our hands before long.”

Colby locks eyes with me as Jake attempts to defend himself, “How are they gonna know it was us? Huh? No cameras, I checked beforehand.”

Not breaking eye contact, Colby holds his hand against Sam’s chest who attempts to launch himself at Jake exclaiming, “You etch your fucking signature symbol into your god dang bullets dumbass!”

Jake snaps his mouth shut before looking down at his feet, “Shit…”

Colby approaches me now, slowly as if he’s afraid he’ll scare me off, which he might, that’s yet to be determined. What am I saying? I definitely should be getting the hell out of here. I just witnessed a murder, not to mention the fucking zipping around in the blink of an eye means there’s definitely something off about these three. Yet, despite my better judgment I stay glued to my spot.

Colby stops right in front of me and once again makes my heart flutter as he lifts my chin with his thumb and pointer finger, “What are you thinking, Sweetheart?”

I swallow thickly before replying, “Honestly? I’m thinking I should get the hell out of here.”

“Then why don’t you?” Colby whispers, staring into my soul.

“I don’t know,” I admit, “A good mystery always has been my biggest weakness.”

He grins at this, “Where’s the mystery here?” He inquires, already knowing the answer.

I roll my eyes at him, “You’ve got to be shitting me,” I pull away from him and take a seat at the bar. Dropping my head into my hands, I tug at my hair still trying to make sense of the situation I’ve gotten myself into. “Let’s start with why the hell are there a bunch of people hanging out in this fuckin’ speakeasy out of a mafia movie? Or how about what the hell are you up tied with,” I accentuate my sentence by pointing at Colby, “that a strange creep in an alleyway knows and is afraid of you? Let’s not forget that your friend here shot the aforementioned creep and then in the blink of an eye I’m here which I happen to know is a good twenty-minute walk from that alley.”

Colby sighs, waving at Sam and Jake to leave before taking a seat beside me, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Fucking try me because, at this point, I’ve lost all sense of reality,” I challenge.

Colby chuckles before finding my eyes once more, “Me and my friends are vampires but to everyone else in the city we’re just a mafia mob type organization. The man Jake shot tonight was part of Red Gang who is our biggest turf rival and you live smack dab in the middle of their turf.”

“Okay… so I might have fallen for the head of a vampire mob… got it,” I mumble to myself.

“You know being a vampire means I heard that right,” Colby states humorously causing my heart to jump, “I also heard that,” he laughs flicking his eyes to my chest and back to my eyes.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” I question accusingly.

“And you’ll be the death of me,” he responds reaching up to brush hair behind my ear.

I’m now keenly aware of how close we are, “That’s- That’s not possible. Aren’t vampires supposed to be immortal?”

I notice Colby’s eyes flick to my lips and back again before shrugging, “Everything and everyone has their weakness. Your’s is a good mystery. Mine just might be you.”

I find myself leaning closer, so close our lips brush against each other as I say, “I can’t just… I have a life. I have friends and family…”

“We can play normal. However, I don’t see any point in you keeping that shitty job or crappy-ass apartment when I can easily take care of you,” he states, now staring hard at my lips. His eyes make their way back to mine, “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

“You’re right, I can’t,” I agree before finally closing the distance and kissing him. His lips fit perfectly with mine as I run my hands through his hair, tugging slightly upon reaching the back of his neck. He groans softly, reaching to pick me up and place me on the bar. Before long, we begrudgingly part for air.

He rubs his hands up and down my sides and hips, “You’re mine now?” He mutters. I nod before returning to kissing him. This time I pour every ounce of feeling I can into the kiss and I can feel him do the same. The air is full of passion and need. In the back of my mind, my thoughts call me crazy once again but I shove them away and lose myself in the man before me.

Masterlist

More Colby Brock Imagines

[ronpatrash]

Genfic rec time! It's long and there will be spoilers for the game in some fics, so I'm gonna put this behind a read more.

SaiMomoHaru (platonic/romantic):

Translating (Your Love Language) by Goth-Bias (series of drabbles, T rated)

Chapter 1 is saimomoharu and it's short and sweet. Shuichi hears Maki and Kaito having a little love confession and thinks he's excluded from it. A small crisis ensures. There's also an angsty post-game saimaki ficlet in chapter 4! :') it is so painful yet so good.

fragments of those memories are scratching at my nerves by pseudocordelia (~6k words, T rated)

Post-game fic! Everyone is alive/killing game was a VR. Maki breaks into Shuichi's house to tell him that she remembers everything, and has found Kaito. Shuichi follows her to see him. It's simple and short but every chapter moved me :')

Grassblades by munchyleaf (~2k words, T rated)

This felt like a missing scene from the game itself, which I hope is telling enough that I would like more people to read it! Takes place sometime after Maki gets invited to train with Kaito and Shuichi too, and Kaito skips training, so Shuichi gets time to process his trauma along with Maki. I'm not finding many fics of just the two of them interacting, so this was really nice :)

Stargazing by ToxicPineapple (~3.3k words, G rated)

The trio lay down after a workout and talk about stars. Everyone is written perfectly in character here, it's incredibly immersive and feels like an event that is missing from the game too!!!

As If it Couldn't Touch You by lesbianexalt

always halfway somewhere, but never quite all there by lesbianexalt

This author is so underrated!!!! Please go read these, they really get that maki and kaito and shuichi are all a throuple and that they get through their inner problems as a group, together. It's beautiful.

Do I Dance Inside Your Head? by an orphaned account (~1k words, I'd put this as T rated personally. there's no rating warning, but there is one mention of Shuichi waking from a wet dream)

at some point last year, i said i wanted to see a fic where maki and kaito get together first and then shuichi gets sad about it, and THIS IS THAT FIC. It's a little fast paced, but for the exact dynamic i want alone this goes in my recs.

Good News for All You Murder Fans by Inkyrius (~800 words, G rated)

The trio are on a date, and their date gets interrupted by a dead body in the middle of a park. I love this short fic a lot because the author really nails their dynamic!

Stargazing by ToxicPineapple (~3.3k words, G rated)

The trio lay down after a workout and talk about stars. Everyone is written perfectly in character here, it's incredibly immersive and feels like an event that is missing from the game!!!

Cosmicpoet is still my favourite saimomoharu go-to for writing like, 11 fics of them, many of which deal with post-game/in-game angst with the right amount of gravity, but some of which are much lighter in tone. In some of their saimomoharu fic they also directly acknowledge the trio as lovers, which I adore. Here's my favourites:

the world's still spinning around, we don't know why (~3k words, T rated) (TW for attempted suicide)

Shuichi attempts suicide and deals with the fallout of it. It's heavy, and also shows Kaito and Maki coping with the trauma of the killing game with alcoholism and gambling. But they all try together. Ends on a small hopeful note.

i had all and then most of you, some and now none of you (~1.5k words, G rated) (there's some mild talk of suicide in here too)

Post-game, killing game was a VR au. They all get matching tattoos on a sleepless night. While it's in a heavy tone, they all try to find comfort in each other in dark times, which I like.

this year (~1k words, G rated)

God this was so cute. Kaito plans some nice gifts for both Maki and Shuichi. I won't spoil any more just please know that I adore it.

friday night dinner (~1k words, G rated)

I'm rec-ing this for the line "mere fractions in the equation of the love that they have for each other" alone, which sold me even more on this cute fluffy platonic dinner get-together.

TheBrightSilverLining has written a whole series for training trio week, and I adore all of them so much! I can't just pick one to recommend from this series, so here's two:

How to Survive a Fifteen Hour Plane Ride (~3.3k words, T rated)

Like the title says, the trio are on a plane ride together to Novoselic, and as someone who's had to endure longer plane rides this was all too relatable. Their dynamic as friends is written so well here and it's hilarious and heart warming. This fic is a good time!

Pictures on the Wall (~3.6k words, T rated)

This fic is a canon divergent AU and full angst. Made my heart ache in the best way it could :> I wont say any more aside from the fact that this was super intriguing from start to finish, and I will 100% read it again for the roller coaster of emotions

In Black and White by Riona (~1.2 k words, G rated)

Less saimomoharu and more saimota + momoharu, this is also a short read. Post-game, closer to canon-compliant. Shuichi reads Team Danganronpa's production notes about his fictionalized profile, and talks to Maki a bit about it.

SaiMota:

Close Your Eyes by Riona (~2.1 k words, T rated)

More of a Shuichi/Everyone, but with an overarching one-sided saimota, this fic resembles a little more like a collection of thoughts about the ethics of the love hotel sequences. There's a funny section in there where Kokichi has a little talk with Shuichi about the heart keys.

Midnight, The Stars and You by ultimate_heartache (~8k words, T rated)

Kaito invites Shuichi out for a road trip, and gay shenanigans ensure :D this author has written a lot of saiouma fics too if anyone's interested, I love his prose-like writing style!

Relieved by ToxicPineapple (~3.2k words, T rated)

Caught me off guard!! I knew I would be reading angst, but it comes with a nice comfort near the end. Definitely gave some nice closure for post-game saimota

Shout to the Stars by DoomedTemperament (~1k words, G rated)

This was so cute??? Please read it, it gave me joy.

comparison kills by joeri (~15k words, T rated)

Trans Kaito and trans Shuichi, what's not to love! It follows mostly Kaito's point of view as he struggles to navigate his internalized homophobia while also being a trans man. The author's done good research in making it feel like it's set in Japan.

[princessmisery666]

Words Unspoken - Part 4 - My Girl Mini Series (end)

Summary: The Dagger mission is a success, and the consequences of Bradley’s voicemail catch up to him sooner than he expects.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut (finally!), unprotected sex, best friends to lovers.

W/C: 5.3k

Characters: Bradley Bradshaw, OFC (Bailey) Small Parts/Mentioned: Nick and Carole Bradshaw, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace, Jake "Hangman" Seresin.

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x OFC

Notes: set after the events of Top Gun: Maverick. 

A/N: thank you for sticking with me 😘😍

Betas: @cockslutpadalecki - checked the smut but its changed a lot, yet thanks and credit are still due as they are to @writercole too, I never would have finished this series without her input // @deanwinchesterswitch - as ever a thank you is never enough and one day I hope to thank you in you in person 😍 or with cold hard cash 🤣

Graphics: made by me on canva. Dividers: @writercole

Master Lists: My Girl - Series // Top Gun: Maverick // Main

Words Unspoken

Arriving back at base, the phone in my pocket vibrates again. After the successful dagger mission, I went for a drink with Maverick to talk through our issues. It’s been sixteen hours since I left Bailey the voicemail. I don’t need to check my phone to know who’s calling. I had eighty missed calls by the time we made it back to Fightertown. I’ve ignored every one. 

She hasn’t left me any messages or texts, which is part of the reason I haven't called. I don't know what to expect, and I'm not emotionally ready for that conversation. It's been taxing enough dealing with Mav. I can't deal with drama from Bailey too.

The text notification beeps, and this time, I pull the phone from my pocket to read; If you’re not dead, answer your damn phone!

I reply, simply saying; I’m okay. Will call you tomorrow.

A call immediately comes through from her number, and I decline it, shutting the phone off before shoving it back in my pocket.

I know I should call her. Reassure her that I am, in fact, okay and explain myself, but honestly, I’m afraid. I need time to let the adrenaline of the mission pass and my nerves settle. I’ll call her tomorrow. Right now, I just want to sleep.

I’m so exhausted, and my body aches more than I knew it possibly could. I open my bedroom door and freeze. Bailey is standing in the middle of the room, her back to me, phone pressed to her ear, a hand tangled in her hair. “...need to hear your voice, just to know you’re really okay. Call me, please.”

I assume she’s leaving me a message after I ditched her call. She hasn’t noticed me yet, so I could turn and run. It’s a fleeting thought that barely forms before I sigh, “shit!”

She spins to face me, and the relief is short-lived before it shifts to anger.

“We had a fight, and you ignored me for two weeks!” She drops her phone on the nightstand, picks up a pillow from my bed, and throws it at me. It misses by a foot. “You thought you might die and said goodbye in a voicemail!” 

“How’d you even get in here?”

“Trace let me in when I told her you said goodbye in a damned voicemail!” Another pillow follows as her voice gets louder. It hits my hip as I dodge around it, doing my best to hide a wince as the sharp movement jolts my injured ribs. She doesn’t seem to notice, continuing her rant. “A VOICEMAIL BRADLEY!? And not only that, you tell me to leave Sean AND THAT YOU’RE IN LOVE WITH ME! WHAT CROSSED YOUR DAMN MIND?!”

I step inside the room and shut the door. Probably not a smart move; there are no pillows left, only heavy objects. “You gotta give me something here, sweetheart. Are you mad at me for leaving you a voicemail, not telling you I might die, or telling you what you already know is true? Pick a fight.” 

“Pick a fight. Pick a fight, he says.” She throws her arms up in the air, but it does nothing to dispel the frustration she clearly feels. “How about we start with the message? Why did you think that was a good idea?”

Good question. Why did I think that was a good idea? I gather up the pillows, moving as slow as I can as not to jolt my ribs. As I walk toward my bed, Bailey jerks out of my way like she’s afraid I might touch her. The unfamiliar reaction sends a chill through me, dread dropping like lead in the pit of my stomach, like the sudden loss of altitude. I toss the pillows back in their place, unnecessarily plumping them to take a second to calm myself while my back is to her. 

“Well, I thought about sending you a letter,” I say, turning to look at her again. “But you’d probably have received my death in service notification before it arrived. Postal service,” I shrug, “so unreliable.”

She shakes her head, disbelief blasting out in a humorless laugh. “So this is just all a joke to you?”

“It’s kinda funny.” It’s not; it's terrifying. Still, I shrug, feigning nonchalance. “It’s either laugh or freak out about it like you are.”

She cocks her hip, eyes squinting slightly, and purposely relaxes her body in an attempt to look indifferent. “I am not freaking out.” 

“Kinda are.” 

“I’m angry.” 

“Borderline freaking out,” I counter. “Tell me, how many times did you talk yourself down and leave the airport before actually getting on a plane and flying here?” 

“None.” She answers too quickly and avoids looking at me, so I know it's a lie.

“Oh yeah? So that’s at least three times.” Her mouth twitches, but she fights the smile and wins before it fully forms. “Tell me, what did Sean have to say about that?”

“Now you give a shit about what Sean thinks?”

“Stop avoiding the question.” 

“I didn’t tell him. You did.” What is she talking about? I must look as confused as I feel because she elaborates without me having to ask. “I listened to your message on speakerphone, didn’t know he was still there, and he heard the whole thing. We um…we fought, and I kicked him out.”

“So, really, you’re freaking out because I was right?”

“Bradshaw,” she shakes her head, pointing a warning finger at me. “I swear if you say I told you so, I will not be held responsible for your medical bills.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, darlin’,” but I smirk, unable to stop the arrogance from showing in some form. 

I hesitantly close the distance between us, and her familiar, sweet scent assaults my senses. I want to hug her so desperately that my chest aches, but she’s too pissed to allow me that comfort at the moment, so I take her hand in mine instead. “I deserve it; you have every right to be pissed at me. But can we not fight? It’s been a long couple of weeks, and I don’t have it in me to fight with you.” She doesn’t answer, nor does she pull away when I lean in to place a kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” asks Bailey, glancing up at me. 

I pause because I’m not sure I’m sorry for any of it. I told her how I feel, and I’m not sorry for that. My confession made Sean leave, which wasn’t my intention, but I have absolutely no remorse for that. “Which part should I be sorry for?” 

She takes a half step back and drops my hand, “Stop answering questions with questions,” she growls, frustrated.

We stare each other down for a second, and I don’t know what she wants. Do I give in to it all and kiss her like I should have years ago? Does she even want that anymore? She hasn’t told me how she feels. So what do I do?

“Bailey, I…”

The knock on my door cuts me off. “Yeah,” I call out, unable to mask the annoyance.

It opens, and Phoenix stands in the entryway, “I was just checking on Bailey,” she smiles, “but I see your back.”

“Thanks, Phoenix,” I say, trying to let go of some of the frustration for the interruption. 

“Thanks again,” Bailey calls as Phoenix winks at her, backing out.

When I shift my gaze back to Bailey, she barely makes eye contact before dropping her head. The door clicks closed, and the silence is too much to bear.

Apparently, unable to look at me, Bailey speaks to her feet. “You were saying.”

What was I saying? I don’t know. All I know is she’s here, in front of me, simply asking me to man up and say what I’ve already said to her voicemail. But my mouth seems to have other ideas, and I end up impersonating a fish out of water. 

She takes a deep calming breath and sits on my bed, folding her leg under her. She stares down at her legs, rubbing her thumb over our names on the locket. An image of her thumb being red and sore springs to mind at how many times she’s sought comfort brushing it over the inscription. 

I rush to sit next to her, close enough that her knee nudges against my hip to at least get some of the contact I desperately crave.

“What happened with Sean?” I ask, genuinely curious to know how that conversation went after he heard my confession. Plus, that’s probably the easiest subject to cover right now.

“He got mad, said he always knew you were in love with me,” she shrugs, staring at her restless hand, picking phantom lint off her jeans. “That was usually the topic of our fights,” she admits, huffing a breath. “Whenever we’d talk, he’d get jealous, said he could see that you were in love with me and I was blind if I didn’t see it. But I didn’t, I don’t,” she implores. “I let the notion of us go. Moved on and got with Sean. Stayed because I thought I actually loved him…” 

That stings. It means I was right. I was partly responsible for the pain he caused her. My fear and indecision practically pushed her into his arms.

“...On the road trip before you left, I thought maybe something had changed, and that night on the Bronco…” Her hand finds the locket again, thumb caressing the metal. “I didn’t want to put any extra pressure on you. But then, the next morning, I knew we both wanted it. You practically said it, but then I gave you an out, and you took it. You didn’t fight me on it, and I was relieved I hadn’t messed up our friendship. Over time I guess I convinced myself,” she pauses and corrects herself, “I realized it was all in my head. I was seeing stuff that wasn’t there.”

“That’s not true-”

“Do you want to hear this or not?” she sasses, her eyebrow raising as she finally meets my gaze with a determined one of her own.

She needs to know how wrong she is about us, about me. And I really don’t want to hear any more about her relationship with that asshole. But I can’t say I’m not curious about what made her finally end it, aside from their fight. I should let her finish. It’s probably better that I understand how completely wrong she is about everything before I correct her.

She takes my silence as a sign to continue. “I got off track, sorry,” she sighs, and it's loaded with weariness. “Sean wasn’t buying it, said I was delusional and that he wouldn’t play second best to someone…”

I’ve stopped listening. All I can focus on is the movement of her lips, the uncertainty in her expression. She doesn’t believe what Sean believes. She doesn’t believe the words I spewed into her voicemail. For one of the smartest people I know, she’s pretty clueless. How does she not know that it’s all true, that I’m the idiot for not kissing her that night or following through the next morning? Because I’m the one who should have admitted that she’s been it for me since the day we met. I’m the one who fucked us up more times than I can count because I thought… You know what? Enough thinking, Bradshaw.

She’s rambling now, but I cut her off with a quick kiss. A peck that makes her squeak in surprise. I draw back and cup her cheek. Uncertainty lingers in her eyes, the question of whether we are crazy for doing this. I imagine my expression is a reflection of hers, and our eyes flick between a shy, yearning gaze to each other's lips. She hasn’t pulled away yet; that’s a good sign. Right? She remains entirely still, so before I can change my mind, I creep closer again. 

“I love you,” I whisper over her mouth, and she inhales sharply. I don’t have to wait long before she leans into it and kisses me back. God, it’s better than I dreamed. 

I kiss her twice, three times, and then our tongues meet. Her hands lock around my neck, and my stomach flips. This is our first true kiss. The sensations are overwhelming - blood rushing in my ears, heart hammering in my chest, hair rising on my skin like I touched a live wire. It all feels so extraordinary yet so familiar. Maybe I’ve dreamt about it for so long that it feels like we’ve done it a hundred times before.

Rising on her knee, she maneuvers over me to sit on my lap. It’s still not close enough, and I run my hands down her sides, grasping her hips to bring her with me when I stand. Her arms tighten around my neck, squealing into the kiss she plants on my neck. 

I still for a second, holding her against me, fighting through the pain lifting her causes my ribs. I try to lose myself in the sensations of her lips feathering over my skin, the grip of her hand fisting my shirt, fingers of her other hand stroking at my nape, and just stand there holding her against me. When she nips my earlobe whispering my name, I finally turn and lay her on the bed, head resting amongst the replaced pillows.

She wraps her legs around my waist, eagerly kissing me as I move over her trying to keep most of my weight off her, but she keeps me pulled close. I don’t want to stop kissing her, but my lungs start to burn, and my ribs sting when her legs tighten. I can’t help but grimace, hissing into her mouth.

Loosening her hold, she pushes her head back into the pillow, eyeing me with concern. “Are you hurt?”

The pain must still show on my face because she unlocks and drops her legs. I shake my head, tugging her leg at the knee, trying to encourage her back. “I’m fine.” The concern morphs to disbelief, and before I can lie again, she not so lightly jabs me in the ribs, making me recoil, folding in on myself and flopping down beside her on the bed, hand cradling my left side. Before the bed stops bouncing, she’s propped up on her elbow, looking down at me.

“What happened?”

I close my eyes and take a deep, shuddering breath, waiting for the pain to ebb. Once it’s back to a dull ache, I open my eyes, and my breath immediately catches in my throat. She looks so beautiful with her kiss-swollen lips and brow creased in concern. It takes every ounce of willpower not to reach out and yank her toward me. I settle for running my thumb over her lips, and she kisses the pad before I cradle her cheek.

“Mav took a hit for me, he went down, and I went after him. I had to eject,” fear flashes across her features, and her eyes drop. “I landed in the snow after I hit a tree. I’m okay. Nothing’s broken, just bruised.”

Quietly she asks, “Can I see?”

Hoping she doesn’t freak out again when she sees the bruising, I slowly slip off my shirt. My undershirt proves to be a little more difficult, and Bailey helps, gingerly pushing it up and off over my head. Her fingers hover over the injury as I lay back against the mattress.

“You really could have died,” she says, and it only seems to sink in at this moment.

There’s no adequate response for me to give. I put my life in danger every time I climb into a cockpit, and I can’t promise I won’t do it again because we both know that's not possible.

“Bailey,” I implore, and she brings her tearful eyes to meet mine. “I’m sorry I didn’t call after our fight. I’m sorry I said goodbye in a voicemail. I’m sorry I’m an idiot and didn’t do this sooner.” I lean in and press our lips together, lingering while I fight the urge to take it further, but I need to say this. “I’m not sorry that I’m in love with you.” My fingers run through her hair, eyes searching hers for any sign that she forgives me for all of it. I’ll beg forever if she asks me to. “But if I’m too late… if you’ve moved on and you don’t want me-“ 

“That’s not-“

“Do you wanna hear this?” I snark, and she mimes locking her lips and throwing the key over her shoulder. “If you don’t want me or if this,” I point to my bruise, “is too much, we can go back to how things were. I’m not saying it’ll be easy now that I know how it feels to kiss you, but I need you in my life. You're a part of me, and I can’t be without you. So if you don’t want us, I’m fine with that, or at least I will be. It will take time, but I’ll…”

Warm, soft lips cut me off, and it takes a second for me to process. My brain catches up as she starts to pull away, and I quickly slip my fingers around the back of her neck, holding her against me. For a brief moment, hope surges through my veins, only to be stalled when she pushes back against my hold.

“I’m in love with you, too,” she whispers, so ardently her whole body seemingly sighs, releasing years of tension from words unspoken. 

“You are?” I press, hoping she’ll repeat the words I’ve been dreaming of since I was a teenager. 

“I love you, Bradley,” she repeats, caressing my face as a shy but content smile forms.

“I love you, Bailey.”

“Prove it,” she challenges with a smirk.

My hand cups her cheek, our lips meeting again, this time in a slow tantalizing kiss, mouths moving in tandem. 

I push up onto my elbow and moving in sync, like a dance we’ve been practicing for years, she lets me lead in laying her flat again, climbing over and pinning her beneath me. The time for talking is done. I don’t have any words left, and with the way her body molds to mine, I’m not sure I remember how to form words anyway. I’ve said all I can say. Now it’s time to show her.

We take our time, lazy and tender, exploring each other. It’s not the desperate, heated passion I thought our first time would be. My hands roam under her shirt and over the soft flesh of her stomach, the muscles flexing beneath my touch. Tugging the cup of her bra down, Bailey moans when my fingers brush over her pebbled skin. Her body arches toward me, and then she’s pushing against my shoulder. 

“We’re both overly dressed for this occasion,” she jests, and the smirk she flashes me is new.

Like a stealth strike, it hits me out of nowhere. This is the woman, the love of my life, the one person I've shared all my experiences with, and I'm about to experience her in ways I've only ever imagined in my dreams. Fuck. I could come from that thought alone.

I free her long enough for us both to completely undress, and then she’s back in my arms, limbs tangled together. The pain radiates outward from my chest, searing through the nerves and tissue, no longer allowing me to ignore it, as the slightest movement wreaks havoc on my ribs. I grimace, eyes squeezing tight as I try to fight through it. “Fuck. Ow. Oh shit,” I grumble against her mouth, and she draws back, worry etched all over her face.

“We should stop,” she says, concern and an air of disappointment in her tone. 

“Absolutely not. Just let me get comfortable.”

She waits for me to lay on my good side. The grimace on her face, a gesture of shared pain, is adorable, and I grunt a string of curses when the rising chuckle turns to a sharp stab.

I still want, need, as much contact as possible, but it’s proving to be complicated. So I have to settle for holding her hips and kissing her. She whimpers into my mouth, and her hand smoothes down my chest, careful to avoid my injury, and grips my cock.

She groans, “Shit. I knew you were big.”

So she has thought about it too.

I don’t want to stop kissing her, but the need to taste her is overpowering. I need it more than I need to take a breath. I break the connection, kissing her neck, and cautiously slip lower - damn fucking ribs -  to her breasts. I nudge her knee with a slight tap of my hand, and she widens her legs just as my hand reaches her sex. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, sliding a finger through her folds. She’s so wet and warm. My cock twitches in anticipation of being buried in her.

“Get back up here,” she demands when I move low enough that my cock is out of her reach.

“Need to taste you,” I mope. 

She’s shaking her head when she cups my jaw. “There’s no way you can do that without hurting yourself more, and I’m seriously going to die if you're not inside me in the next two seconds.”

I groan needily, the sound near a growl rumbling low in my chest. Holy fuck. I never knew she had a mouth on her. But I like it. I’m gonna be the one to die if she keeps surprising me by fulfilling all the nasty fantasies I’ve had about her.

I guide my middle and index finger through her slick, teasing around her clit. She’s so wet already that there’s little resistance when I slip them inside her. Curling my fingers makes her squirm, and a sweet moan falls from her lips as she licks them.

“Well, at least let me make you come first,” I say, thumb gently circling her clit. The moment I apply a little pressure, her back arches, and she cries out. 

Fuck. It’s going to take a lot of willpower not to embarrass myself.

While I work her over, she continues to pump me, adding a little twist of her wrist and thumbs over the head of my dick. I wanna close my eyes and revel in the feel of her touching me in all the ways I’ve been craving but watching her face contort in pleasure is like a winter sunrise, blinding but beautiful. I can’t look away. Pushing in deeper, I twist and scissor my fingers, hitting that sweet spot, and her grip tightens around me. 

“Right there, huh?” I ask redundantly. Bailey whines in response, so I add a little more pressure.

Eyes fluttering closed, she mutters, “Fuck, Bradley,” as her pussy clamps around my fingers, her climax soaking my palm.

Once she’s recovered, she releases my dick and props herself up on her elbow. There’s a hint of desperation in her now. Her other hand clamps around the back of my neck and pulls me to her mouth, teeth nipping at my bottom lip, sucking on it as she pulls back.

“I need you,” she begs, looking up at me with hooded eyes. “Please.”

Does she know what she’s doing to me? Those big innocent eyes and reddened pouty lips. I don’t know how much more I can take. I yank her closer, and instinctively she throws her leg over my hip.

“Fuck!” I shout up to the ceiling. 

“Shit, I’m sorry,” she mutters. 

“It’s okay,” I pant through gritted teeth, closing my eyes. Gasping and crying out due to an injury and not because I’m buried deep inside her wet heat is so not how I imagined our first time. I hate that I can’t claim her in all the ways I want.

“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Bailey suggests, and my eyes pop open. 

“We most certainly should,” I say, “I’m just gonna need to take it easy.”

“I have an idea,” she says, teeth cutting into her bottom lip as she rises onto her elbow. “Lay down.”

“We’re still doing this, right?” I ask before moving even a millimeter. “Otherwise, I’m not moving.” 

“We’re still doing this,” she assures me, “but with as little effort from you as possible.”

I frown, brow pulled tight, “that doesn’t sound like us doing it to me.”

“Would you shut up and do as you're told?”

I huff as I follow her earlier instruction, moving slowly to lay beside her. Once I’m settled, she moves to straddle me, careful to ensure her knees don’t touch my injury.

Fingers wrapping around my cock again, she slides the length of me through her folds, coating me in her slick. When she lines me up with her entrance, I nudge at her clit, making her hiss, and I can’t help but gently rock up to do it a few more times.

“Bradley, stop,” she scolds, rising back up. “You’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“But,” I whine, rocking up again, seeking it out, and her eyes flutter when I hit it, “I wanna see those faces.”

With a stern glare, she pins me down, hands on my shoulders. “I will just stop.” 

“Okay, okay, I’ll behave,” I smirk, “well maybe.”

She ignores me and eases back down. “This okay?” she asks, leaning down to kiss me softly. 

“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can manage because the feel of her silky walls around me is taking all my coherent thought to remind myself I’m hurt and not to fuck up into her.

Steadily lowering herself, she moves her hand, lightly trailing her fingers over my stomach. The hitch in her breath matches mine when her ass meets my hips.

Eyes closed, she hums delightfully and drops her head into the crook of my neck. “Are you okay?”

“I’mma need a second,” I admit. “I don’t want this to be over quicker than it should be.”

“So let's go slow,” she suggests, and I can feel the smug smile against my throat. Turning, I kiss the side of her head and lift my hips to encourage her to move.

She sets a steady leisurely rhythm, kissing along my jaw to capture my lips. I swallow her whimpers, and she steals my groans as she rises and falls. It's painful, my ribs burn, and it will hurt like hell tomorrow, but I can deal with it because Bailey is riding me. It feels better than anything I ever imagined, and nothing will stop me from enjoying this. 

Her fingernails sting, leaving behind small indents in the curve of my shoulders as my palms mold to the mounds of her breasts, kneading the smooth flesh - velvet and fire, passion and sin. Our bodies work in tandem like they were purposefully made for each other. Her pace is sweet and sensual; she’s controlling our movements, dictating our trajectory.

Her walls tighten around me, pulling me in deeper, making my cock twitch feeling how close she is to release. Locking eyes with her, I push my thumb into her mouth, and she sucks on it with fevered enthusiasm. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna need to feel you do that on my cock, real soon!” 

She smirks proudly, releasing my thumb. “Oh, you will, I promise.” 

The now wet digit trails down her neck and over her left nipple, pinching and tweaking the flesh until she hisses, arching her back so forcefully she shucks me up the bed. “Oh shit, Bails, take it easy. I’m injured.”

She laughs at my partly jesting tone but doesn’t slow or stall her rolling hips. “Don’t do that again then!”

I slip my hand between our bodies, and she tips forward so I can reach to thumb her clit, swirling a circular pattern that causes her to come undone almost immediately.

“Holy fuck, Bradley, oh–oh, god, yes!” 

I can’t hold back any longer, spilling into her with stuttered jerking thrusts until I’m done. She falls forward, hands slapping into the bedding to prevent her from falling on top of me. She buries her face in my shoulder as she whimpers and pants for breath.  

“Fuck, I wish we’d done that sooner,” she wheezes.

“Me, too,” I say, kissing her shoulder. 

We lay together, and I tell her about the dagger mission. She was never a fan of Hangman. She’s met him a couple of times but decides that now she hates him when I detail how he made the connection between Mav and my Dad and brought it up in front of everyone. I make a mental note to pre-warn Hangman before he sees her again. She’ll likely slap him on sight.

“I stopped thinking, and I just reacted,” detailing what happened. “I went after Mav, we stole a jacked-up F14, fought our way back to the carrier, and there was a moment... I really thought it was the end. The ejection handle didn’t work, the guy had us dead to rights, but Seresin saved our asses.”

“Huh,” she scoffs, “he’s still an ass.”

I don’t want to talk about what could have been anymore. I’ve got everything I wanted right here with me. So I reach over and smack her ass. “Enough talking,” I say. “I’m exhausted. Let’s get some sleep and I’ll tell you all the ‘Hangman’s-an-ass stories’ tomorrow.”

“Deal,” she chuckles, kissing me quickly before jumping up and heading for the bathroom. 

As she exits, I hand her a bottle of water, slipping in behind her to take my turn. It only occurs to me now, as I enter the main room again, that I didn’t lock the door. Task accomplished, I pivot to find Bailey pulling my shirt up her arms.

“Oh hell no,” I say, sauntering over and pushing it off her shoulders. “You’re never to be dressed when we’re alone ever again.” 

“Sorry,” she laughs and drops her arms, letting it slip to the floor.

“You’re forgiven, now back to bed,” I demand, patting her ass and pointing over her shoulder. 

She goes without protest, and I follow. We lie there exchanging lazy, sloppy kisses, needing sleep but wanting to live in the afterglow a while longer. Eventually, we settle, her leg over mine and her head on my shoulder as she cuddles into my side. 

This is how it should have been from the moment she woke me to go on our road trip. I should have taken her then and there, not wasted so much time. I start laughing as the thought reminds me of her insulting my manhood. 

“So,” I say, sleepily but unable to keep the cocky grin from my tone, “did I get big enough for the future Mrs. Bradshaw?”

She sucks in a breath, nearly choking, but coughs it away and hums an affirmative.

“If that is a shock to you,” I chuckle, “you definitely haven’t been paying attention.”

“Bailey Bradshaw does have a nice ring to it,” she says, a broad smile in the kiss she presses over my heart. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I don’t want to fall asleep. I want to live in the aftermath for a minute longer, but exhaustion sets in, and I can’t fight it. I start drifting off, the warmth of Bailey next to me grounding me to the present, keeping me from falling asleep, the day repeating on a loop. I saved Maverick today, and I got the girl. My girl. Maybe it’s the adrenaline beginning to fade or the lifted weight of a revealed secret, but I can hear my dad, clear as day, “I’m proud of you, son.” and I can see my mom smiling up at him. “We’re both so proud of you, Bradley.” 

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Master Lists: My Girl - Series // Top Gun: Maverick // Main

[hidden-dreamland]

Content & warnings: Buried alive, mentions of maggots, implied character death, undead whumpee, fourth wall breaking

DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES

Chapter 1 - Meet the corpse.

This chapter can also be called “the one where you meet the author and learn a bit about his deceit” but that doesn’t make for a snappy title now, does it? I don’t think so.

Oh well. Snappy titles aside, I should begin now.

I'll start off with an apology. Now you, reader, may be asking yourself just why in the world is that needed? Well. For my deceit.

Reader, I apologize for lying.

Oh wait. You don’t know what im lying about, do you?

You don’t. I haven’t told you. I haven’t told anyone. Not yet at least.

I mean I don’t have many people to tell this to right now…

I'll stop rambling.

Well dear reader, I guess it’s time I come clean. This story’s title is nothing more than a bold-faced lie. One that I did believe in life, sure, but a lie nonetheless. You see dear Reader, I'm dead. BUT WAIT, HOLD YOUR HORSES AND THE QUESTIONING AND THE COMMENTS CALLING ME CRAZY. I see those fingers of yours running to the reblog button to bombard me with curious intent and indignant questions and snarky comments and innocent thoughts of “oh what a fun writing style!”- save it. I’m not kidding. This isn’t a gimmick, Reader. I, the author, am very much dead. In fact, I'm six feet under as I write this.

Maybe less than six feet, given the bit of signal I managed to get...

Ah well.

By the time you read this, I may or may not be… attempting to dig myself out of here. It’s difficult. But I can try. I will try

I have to try.

I'm going fucking insane down here.

That is also why I'm writing. Just a little bit of creative work to keep the demons at bay.

Heaven knows I need it.

Ever been stuck in a coffin, reader? Or rather, ever been stuck in your own coffin?

I hope you haven't. I really hope you haven't.

As far as I'm aware, I don't exactly need to breathe, but that doesn't make the stuffy air around me any less unpleasant. You see, reader, I'm a corpse. I reek of fucking rot.

One could expect the scent of formaldehyde, of preserving agents, but it seems I've been buried in natura. Tacky, in my opinion. Way too last century. I'd much rather have the chemical smell than this damp disgusting stench of decomposing flesh.

Sigh. Did I even have a proper burial?

Maybe not.

I don't remember how I died, but i don't think it was an easy death given the bruising and the cuts and the sheer amount of wrong I feel inside me.

There's even something moving.

Wait

Why is there something moving

Wait whfgnlsz##√¢

dAtatta√^5@

WHAT THE FUCJ

Ok. Alright. Yeah. Dear reader, while I don't have to, I definitely can breatge

I can fucking hyperventilwee

And I have the lungs and the throat to scream it seems

i guess im in a much better state than previously thought. oh by the gods

TGEYRE STILL HERE

Fuck, ok, yeah, reader, I'll have to leave for now

my 'get the fuck out of thid goddamn box' plan has been moved from merely Important to ABSOLUTELY URGENT

I'll explain later, once I'm not oOCCUPIED FIGHTINF OFF THESE GODDSMN MAGGOTS

the Corpse shall be coming back soon :33

Void here- i hope you guys enjoyed this little thingy that came to my brain in the middle of the night the other day. I plant to make it into a series because oh the ideas are flowing

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[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

[dinosaurtsukki]

solitude | fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

part 3 of broken, continuation of savior

summary: for the first time in a long time, you're free of fyodor with him in prison. however, you find yourself wondering if this is what you truly want

word count: 1.1k words

contains: stockholm syndrome-ish (depending how you look at it), slight manipulation

anon: Hi ! First, I hope that you’re okay, I wanted to tell you that your work is soooo great, I really support you. Then I wanted to ask you if you could write a part 3 of « broken ». I really loved « broken » and « savior », you are very talented.

a/n: ahh i'm so flattered but thank you !! broken was actually my first fyodor fic so i'm surprised people like it and asked for a sequel. i was kind of on the fence with how to end this series because y/n and fyodor's dynamic is a bit complicated but i hope it came across here!

you're loathe to admit it, but every time you heard a doorbell ring or a knocking on the door, you hope that it's fyodor finally returning home.

it had been more than two weeks since fyodor had enacted his master plan using cannibalism to get the port mafia and armed detective agency to turn against each other. you weren't completely privy to all the details of fyodor's plan or the bigger organization he was working for, but he did let you know that being sent to jail was a part of it.

"you're free to use this space, especially since the special division and armed detective agency are cracking down on the rats of the house of the dead," fyodor told you one night.

"is that so?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "i see you're playing favorites then."

"you've only noticed my favoritism now?" fyodor chuckled. you found it almost funny in hindsight how your relationship had evolved from him manipulating you to playful banter between the two of you.

"you won't be seeing me for a long time," he hummed, absentmindedly twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger. it had become a habit of his that you didn't find entirely unwelcome. "should i leave you a little souvenir so you don't miss me?"

"you're already leaving me your place," you scoffed, waving a hand at him. "that's enough. i have to lay low for the next couple of weeks too."

"that would be advisable," fyodor nodded, letting go of your hair and sitting a little farther from you on the sofa. you hated that you almost wanted to move a little closer. "i've made sure to take care of my tracks. they shouldn't inspect this place."

"alright," you said, paused, before adding "thank you."

the next morning, he was gone before you even woke up. aside from the emptiness of the apartment, you were left with an ambiguously melancholic feeling.

now, he was gone and you had more than enough room to breathe. if you wanted to, you could even finally run away after making sure the coast was clear. but you had already established a while ago that there was more benefit to you staying with fyodor.

maybe the decision you were grappling with was whether or not you actually missed fyodor.

'impossible,' you thought, physically shaking your head as if trying to correct yourself. and despite what you told yourself, there could only be one explanation as to why you frequented fyodor's study so much and took care to wipe his cello case clean every night.

in fact, you began staying in the study more often each day. the desk was as neat as fyodor had left it with his laptop and several files and books stacked neatly on the table. one book in particular, caught your eye.

"the complete collection of t.s. eliot poems," you read aloud. suddenly, you remembered one of the first time you and fyodor had talked in the library, back when you were just a college student and he was just a handsome stranger.

of course, you could tell that the placement of this book could only be deliberate. "of course you'd leave something for me," you spoke out loud, as if he could hear. carefully, you opened the book and found a space neatly cut into the middle of the pages and a flash drive embedded inside.

...

"well, if this isn't quite ironic."

fyodor doesn't look surprised at all to see you standing in front of his jail cell. in fact, it looks as if he had been patiently waiting for you all this time. and that's because he has.

"you couldn't have left your escape plans in a more obvious place?" you sighed at him.

"but that was obvious," fyodor blinked innocently at you. "i knew you would find it at the right time."

did he know you'd be spending most of your time in his study? it was embarrassing to be known that well but you read intently through the plans he had encoded in the flash drive. you couldn't believe what fyodor was asking of you this time because surely he overestimated your abilities.

"couldn't you have asked someone else, someone more capable, to do this for you?" you asked him.

"what for? i have complete confidence in you," fyodor smiled. he was dressed in the white clothes all the other prisoners wore. you could tell that he had lost quite a bit of weight due to his stay and both of his hands were cuffed. and yet, he looked absolutely delighted at seeing you.

and that gave you a deep sense of satisfaction.

you pressed a hand to the bulletproof glass of his jail cell. "remember that night? when you broke me out of jail?"

"of course i do," fyodor hummed, leaning back and closing his eyes as he savored the memory. "that was sloppy work on your part. anyone could tell that you had an ulterior motive to get yourself caught."

"yeah, yeah. i'm aware," you rolled your eyes.

"ah, but look at you now," fyodor cocked his head. 'you've changed,' was on the tip of his tongue and you could only agree. even if fyodor wrote up the plans for his escape, you were still the one who snuck into the facility and incapacitated more than a few security guards to break him out.

who would have thought this is where you'd end up?

you keyed in the passcode on the door before stepping inside the jail cell. fyodor held his cuffed wrists out to you and you sighed and crouched down in front of him.

"you couldn't have at least picked the lock on your cuffs?"

"i'd rather you do it for me," fyodor smiled at you.

you didn't even need to be told twice. he was the one who had taught you this skill after all and your fingers worked quickly at the lock. of course, you were aware of fyodor intently staring at you and the way his fingers brushed at the inside of your wrist. finally, the lock clicked open and his metal cuffs fell away.

"finally. they tightened those a bit too much," fyodor sighed, rubbing the red marks on his wrists.

"you must have said something to offend them, like always," you emphasized.

"how was i to know they were going to be offended?" he scoffed as the two of you practically strolled out of the jail cell and into the hallway. "i assume you've been enjoying your time alone at the apartment."

"the silence was definitely a plus. although admittedly..." you trailed off and caught fyodor's glance. "i do miss the sound of your playing."

"is that so?" he chuckled amusedly and flexed his wrists. "i'm out of practice but, i think i can arrange something for you when we get home."

you nodded with a bemused smile on your face. "when we get home."

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[hollowedwing]

Isekai-ed into Hawk's Life

Hawks x gn!winged!Reader

Warnings: ⚠️ Death!(at very beginning, it is an isekai), mentions of death throughout, some angst(??maybe not yet??), slight cursing

THIS WILL NOT FOLLOW A SPECIFIC TIMELINE IN THE MANGA

(so sorry i just, love, love, the idea of having wings)

(this is all my art, it is on IG, im just too embarrassed for people who know me irl to potentially find this xD Even though none of them have tumblr 👀 if you somehow recognize it...props to you?)

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tbh, I can’t decide if I want this to have more than 1 part. 

Word count: ~1,800

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You were on your way home from a long evening at your part time job. Before that you had already taken 2 finals that morning too.

You dragged your feet, exhausted, as you headed towards the crosswalk. Stopping at the edge as the traffic light turned green, you decided to pull out your phone and decided to watch a speed paint from your favorite artist who recently released a new video.

It just so happened it was a Hawks speed paint 👀

The light turned red and you slipped your phone into your pocket as your started to make your way across the street

little did you know this would be the last time you'd cross the street

A wild driver came barreling down the road, no regards for civilians or traffic lights, probably drunk or high or just someone out for blood.

You stood there like a deer caught in headlights as your life flashes before your eyes

You can barely comprehend what's happening as you felt pain engulf your body and suddenly you were unconscious

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Keigo tiredly stumbled into his large apartment, kicking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off by the door

He wants nothing more than to just flop down and pass out. The HPSC has been giving him hell lately about god knows what.

He let out a long sigh and headed towards the bathroom to do his nightly routine

As he finishes up, he drags his feet towards his bed and flops down face first into the comfort of his pillow and sheets

Keigo falls asleep almost instantly after getting into a comfortable position, worn out from a long day of work

What he wasn't expecting was a loud "thud!" coming from the main room. He jolts up from his bed, feathers ready to attack.

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Reader's pov(?)

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You groaned as you hit the floor. Your head was spinning and it feels like a truck just hit you

oh wait...

You suddenly became more alert, looking around in a panic, expecting to either be on the road and injured or in a hospital of sorts. What you didn't expect was a wooden floor inside of a random apartment.

You felt around your body for any signs of injury, but all you found were a set of wings on your back- wings?? Hold up. Why did you feel wings what kind of sick joke was this?

Your thoughts were racing as your breathing picked up. What was happening? Didn't you just get hit by a vehicle? Why are there wings in your back? Where are you even?

Feeling around in your pockets, you found your phone and whipped it out, trying for anything. You turned it on, the harsh light of it illuminating your face, you tried to send a text to your best friend, but alas, it wouldn't go through. Actually nothing on your phone seemed to work. You checked your location settings, for some reason it said Musutafu, Japan.

Wasn't....Wasn't that the location that most of Boku no Hero Academia took place?? This can't be right, this has to be a dream right? There's no way that you could have actually ended up here unless...

Then it hit you.

You read your fair share of isekai series back when you were alive in your realm. Mostly manhwas of characters getting reborn into another person's body, but, never actually reincarnating as yourself into another world.

That was the only thing you could think of. You must have been reincarnated into the Boku no Hero Academia world. Except as yourself.

In all honesty, this is not how you thought you'd go out. You didn't know what to expect after death, but this definitely wasn't it. After all, this was a fictional setting, wasn't it?

Well, not anymore because now you're living in it! Smh.

That would also probably explain the wings on your back. This was you now. You have a bird quirk.

Now, all you have to do, is figure out where the heck you are.

Just as you are about to stand up, feathers zip towards you, pinning you to the ground

You hear footsteps begin to come towards you. You don't know if you should be scared for your life considering you've already died once or ecstatic because, you knew for a fact, this could be none other than Hawks' apartment.

The winged hero finally emerges and stares down at you, crossing his arms over his chest.

He says in a low, gravely voice from sleep, "Who are you, and how did you get into my home?" You stare back up at him and nervously chuckle.

"I'm not sure you'd believe me if I told you." You nervously sigh out.

"Try me." He demands, sounding a little more irritated now. You sigh in defeat and start to explain your situation.

"Do...do you know what an isekai is?" You said sheepishly while turning your gaze away from his. He kind of gave you a confused head tilt and just a vibe that said “No”. You sigh again and explain it to the best of your ability. Hawks becomes more and more interested and confused as you talk, but nods a long slowly. 

“So...you were reborn here, but as yourself? Wait- does that mean you died before!?” He asked, disbelief and fear ran through his eyes. You looked at him in bitter amusement.

“Apparently I did. The last thing I remember of my world was getting hit by some truck or car. The dude clearly did not know how to drive. I had the right of way I was pretty sure at least. I mean, the light was red, usually that means pedestrians can cross the street? And plus he was going wayyy over the speed limit,” you begin to ramble on, the reality of actually dying setting into you. Hawks noticed the panic beginning to set into you and released you from his feathers. He crouched down next to you and grabbed your shoulders gently.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me, you're ok now, right? You're here, and not dying in the middle of the street still. You're here. In Musutafu," he said trying to calm you back to reality. Well, what was your new reality. Your mind was racing. Trying to put together a coherent thought. 

You look up to him, with a panicked look still in your eyes, thoughts started to come out of your mouth as your brain was trying to catch up with the situation. "I'm... I'm in Boku no Hero Academia and, and you’re Keigo... standing... right in front of me..I have wings. I have wings? Jeezus I have fucking wings. And I’m dead in my own world. I don’t know anyone, well, wait, technically, I do know people, just-Oh gods! I’m so sorry, that name slipped out! I- I, I’m really sorry Hawks." Even in your wild state, you noticed Hawks tense up at the sound of being called Keigo by a total stranger, and were able to get out an apology. That was progress? You were slowly coming back to reality.

Hawks froze up a bit at the sound of hearing his real name mentioned. At first he wasn't sure if he believed your tale of the isekai situation, but after this he might have to reconsider it. He opted to shake off that weird feeling for now and focus on different matters. 

" I-I don't know what I'm supposed to do now? I have nowhere to go or to stay. I'm in a whole different freaking universe! My phone doesn't even hardly work here. And I have a pair of wings on my back!" You puffed them out angrily. Hawks glanced behind you and his eyes widened a little. You in fact, did have a set of bird wings. Kind of owl like wings. Not near as big as Hawks', but definitely big enough to fly you around.

Before Hawks could process the words coming out of his mouth, he was already asking you, "Would you maybe like to stay with me? I can help with your quirk too." He glanced away awkwardly. You looked towards him in disbelief.

"Dude, are you sure? We literally just met like 10 minutes ago? I mean, I'm all for it, I have nowhere else to turn to, but if you really really don't want me here, I will politely step out of your life." You so badly wanted to accept his offer on the spot, but being the considerate, mostly sensible human you were, you gave him the option to back out. Hawks shook his head.

"No, no, it's alright. You can crash here. Uh- I mean- stay here! Sorry!" You giggled at his comment.

"Well thank you very much!"

"It's all good. I have a spare bedroom you can occupy for the time being. I'll give you some clothes to sleep in that'll hopefully fit. Accidentally bought a couple things in the wrong size without looking. " (a/n: just...just assume its your size, or oversized, whatever's comfy idk) He jumped up and headed towards his room to grab you the clothes. You still sat on the floor. Still amazed at everything that was occurring.

Hawks walked back into the room and tossed you the clothes. "Hey uh, you know, you can get up now, sorry for holding you down earlier.."

You blushed and scrambled to stand up, "Oh no! It's ok! I understand. This would definitely warrant that kind of action. Some random stranger crashes into your apartment at like 1am. I completely understand. Honest."

He let out a small laugh and wearily brushed his fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of everything finally wearing off. He could feel the tiredness setting into his aching muscles again. “Ah, well, I’m going to head to bed now. The room is down the hall at the very end that you can stay in. I’ll take you out training tomorrow evening if that’s alright?”

You gave a nod of understanding and followed him down the hallway. “Goodnight Hawks,” you sang as he walked into his bedroom. He gave a hum of acknowledgment and closed his door. 

Making it into what was now your room, you changed out of your clothes so fast, eager to rid yourself of the past hours events. 

Not gonna lie, you could not figure out how to properly get your new wings into the shirt, even with the holes and snaps in the back. Your mind was too exhausted to even process this new skill. So you ended up going to bed without the shirt on and just settled for putting the sweatpants on. 

You figured it’d be good to just pass out asap. You were sure if you tried to recount the recent events, you’d spiral into a panicked mess. 

You shut your eyes tightly, willing yourself to sleep, trying to only think of positive outcomes for the future. But to be honest, you didn’t know enough about anything in this realm to think rationally about anything good. 

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I prooobably didn’t proofread this as much as I should have

[ceescedasticity]

perspectives on the aftermath, iv

[starting to feel like this series of segments should be called corpse party]

(you might want to check out the other parts first)

(and/or read what’s on AO3)

Queen Nénwen:

(Before I start about this, for those who don't know: Things in Aman are slower to rot than they are in Middle-earth, unless they have been buried; then they are faster. Elven bodies in particular are very slow to putresce, unless buried. In the time of the Darkening everything grew slower yet, even when buried, which seems odd unless you remember that however unpleasant it might seem to us, the dissolution of bodies into soil is an act of life.)

(So at least there is that: we did not have to deal with putrid remains. I hope I never see a battlefield under the Sun.)

Even those of us who remembered the times of fear in Cuiviénen never had to deal with so many bodies at once. —Truly, at Cuiviénen we seldom found any bodies. But there was some precedent from then, and from the Great Journey, for dealing hröar no longer occupied.

Bodies were buried, or they were burned, or if some great waters were at hand they might be placed on a raft and sent away. We adopted the last method while we dwelt by the Sea in Beleriand. Lord Ossë always ensured they were carried away swiftly.

That seemed the obvious choice here as well, but — how many rafts—

I caught myself wondering if there was any way to ask Lord Ossë to return the empty rafts.

Then I decided I had better try.

Málawen Calariel:

Eventually someone stopped me and told me my mother had been brought inside a storefront by some people who saw her slain. She was safe.

…Her body was safe.

Duinipen's wasn't, we found out eventually. He'd been trampled by a horse, or more than one.

Duimiwen Elulindiel:

People acted like they expected me to be upset about Duino's body, or glad that Lady Uinen… magicked Emmë's head back on, but what difference did it make? They were gone either way! The people who killed Duino didn't care! Lady Uinen cares! None of that is noteworthy! It didn't matter!

—It did matter, a little bit, that Dammë's enemies treated her body with respect. That they understood how worthy she was, at least a little. That was — there was a very, very small bit of comfort in that.

Queen Nénwen:

For our people we had to consider reusable rafts and, and schedules, but there was also the problem of the Noldorin dead.

We'd seen, watching from the mansions, that they burned some of their dead on pyres made from wagons they didn't think they could get on the ships — mainly those that were on the wharves and quays and ships themselves, I think. And unlike our dead, any dead Noldor who went into the harbor, or Noldor who died in the harbor, were not returned, just silently removed. We didn't have to worry about those, at least, and that was probably well over half of them.

But that still left… many. And we had to deal with them somehow.

I am not sure who suggested the site of the Cradle as a good place to bury all the fallen Noldor, but it came up very early. The justification was that we wouldn't have to dig, which hardly held up when we would have to haul away shattered building stones instead. Since its base was below the high tide line and the sluice gates were broken in the collapse, it was flooded.

It was a terrible place for any kind of grave, and I'm not sure it would have been any more trouble to carry all the bodies out of the city, leave them on the Kings' Road, and tell the remaining Noldor to come get them. It definitely would have been less trouble to dump them in the harbor for Lord Ossë to deal with like he'd dealt with all the Noldor that already went in.

But the Cradle was symbolic. It would make a statement.

I'm still not sure what.

Eventually Olwë agreed, after we made sure the outlet to the harbor was sealed up tight. One section at a time, rubble would be hauled away, dead Noldor piled in, and covered up, mainly with the rubble. That was a bit later, though.

[pfffsfic]

Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 13: Hard To Kill (Part 1) [OLD VERSION]

This version of the chapter was written prior to the publication of the Book of Bill. You can read the updated version here. Below is, for posterity, the original.

"What is it you've always wanted? I can give it to you!"

Sarah only smiled down at him.

"What I've always wanted?" she asked.

"I just need to get into town and, shall we say, take care of some personal business- don'tcha worry, no hot pokers involved... that you'll have to see! If you free me, when all that happens, hey! I'll owe you one. Think big! Do you want a guy you like to like you back? Do you want a pool full of money to swim in? Do you want to rule your own kingdom? Small potatoes!"

He would have been holding a hand out for a handshake out of instinct, only something was still keeping his arms behind his back. Sarah rubbed her chin, really drawing out the whole 'thinking hard' shtick, and then nodded her head. So she did want something-

"I want you to tell me about your past," said Sarah, and Bill groaned with a deep-seated sort of fury.

"If I do that, you'll free me?"

"Sure, sure."

"I need a real promise, here. If you backstab me, I'm melting you down the millisecond I get into the third dimension for real!"

"I promise."

She patted his head and he screamed so loud the glass of the TV in the clearing rattled. It was like a train wreck in that it was very difficult for Rob to look away, but even now that he had turned the other direction, he could still hear their loud back-and-forth. Most of the 'loud' was coming from Bill.

"Did you have any siblings?"

"No!"

"An actual answer! Ooh, that's a start, that's a start. Now, tell me what your parents were like..."

As Rob left the campsite and hovered into the forest, he could almost feel Bill's gaze burning a hole into his back, but he really needed to be able to hear himself think. Thinking this clearly would be out of his reach the moment he was back in his sleep-deprived body- and he had a lot to think about. Order of thought business 1: the past! The past that, as now occurred to him, he was currently in.

Which was weird. Sarah had already seen the whole series before Elmore collapsed, so logically, upon coming here, he should have come out after Weirdmageddon, right? And yet all signs pointed to that not being true. Bill was in the Nightmare Realm, not dead and/or a statue, at least that was what he had said. He had also mentioned getting into the third dimension for real. Hey! Why was this place called the third dimension? Rob, now he was a bona-fide 3D guy. This place was flat. It gave him a little rush to think that he could perceive something that even Bill seemingly couldn't, and then he remembered that forbidden knowledge was never thrilling for very long. Eventually it just ate you up inside... just like everything else did. He let out an angsty sigh that nobody could hear and committed point 1 to memory.

-

"My old man got angry a lot. Never at me, no, never at me- well, except for when I set him on fire- but at everybody and everything else! He was the sort of guy to imagine somebody bumping into him on the street and start yelling at thin air." Bill was grinning in reminiscence- or by default- now, and he had been ever since the word 'fire'.

Sarah nodded intently. "This is all honest, right? Not just a lie because your real past is too personal or something?"

"Me? Lie? No! Psssh, no! No way. Kid, what do you take me for? A-ny-ways. My mom- ha! Now there was a firebrand..."

-

If the red van could transcend channels, perhaps it had simply arrived here in the middle of a rerun. In that case, Rob wondered, did that logic still apply? Assuming they hadn't interfered with the timeline, Weirdmageddon could still come on schedule. Afterwards, would time reset back to episode 1, like it had apparently been doing over and over since the show finished airing, assuming the rerun theory was correct? Maybe not. His own show surely had reruns as well and yet he had lasted a week beyond what he thought had to have been the series finale. Maybe they'd just keep going. Their own private sequel season- but Rob didn't want to spend his time here stalking the Pines twins back to California if the opportunity indeed presented itself. Sarah, though, would definitely do that, wouldn't she? Maybe he could tag along. Maybe he could split from her and go see what kind of town this world had where Elmore was supposed to be. It wasn't as if they could just hop on a bus, though. There was no easy way to get home- no, not home-

Home!

Home had been so far away for what felt like so long now, and the stressors of life in this unfamiliar environment had driven it to the back of his conscious mind. He had been so focused on the present that he had neglected both his past and his future. If he ever got the chance to head back to Elmore, would he pick up right where he left off, or would he land somewhere in his past? Then there would be two of him. Maybe he could change things. With twice the Rob, there might be twice the chance at a successful exodus! But, then again, that might cause a time paradox and erase him, which he refused to knowingly go through again. Why was he even entertaining the possibility of returning? The van was never coming back. He had to accept that. He thought he had accepted that. He was not the type to be swayed by the naive dreams of others. Not now, not ever.

Either way, Rob had survived the void for what felt like months, so he assured himself that, whatever came afterwards, a few days of the apocalypse would be a piece of cake.

-

"...but back home, biology and geometry were the same class. When I found out that third-dimensional kids had to have both of 'em separately, I was all, man! What a bummer. If I was human I'd just skip out on the whole school thing. Heck, I wish I had the foresight to do that when I actually was in school, 'cause ultimately they taught me absolutely jack about useful stuff like how to pull the wool over people's eyes! Now that's an idea for a class. If I had my own school I'd make Swindling 101 a core subject, but, get this, I'd give the kids incorrect advice as a joke..."

-

It seemed pretty uncharacteristic of Bill to just jump straight into possession. Part of Rob thought that maybe he had somehow unintentionally schmoozed the demon into doing it- this part was very proud of himself. The other part of Rob thought that Bill probably had a plan beyond what was immediately obvious to either of the Elmoreans- this part was very nervous about the prospect. There was a lot that didn't add up about his actions, and that all came back to the question of when exactly the two of them were. Maybe he just hadn't been summoned properly yet? Was there some kind of time limit on summoning? It boggled the mind- not that it was a particularly complex question, but it was one that nobody could give the answers to except for-

-

"...and you have no idea how long that took for me to get down! I was practicing my opening speech to this asteroid for hundreds of years and still, still messing up! All I'm saying is, yes, I regret the way things went in the second dimension. I would give anything to go back there and redo my conquest and THIS time I wouldn't flub it! That kind of thing can only ever happen once per dimension, and once it's burnt, it's burnt. Imagine if I had just reset everything like, apocalypse take two, this time I'm not going to trip over my words! I'd be a laughingstock! Burning the faces off of the unappreciative whelps who discounted me for so many years was never gonna be as fun the second time around 'cause I'd already have known how everybody was gonna react. Seeing reactions was half the point of what I did there- ack! My throat hurts! Curse these vocal chords for putting a limiter on my genius."

Sarah laid a cool hand on Rob's body's torso right where his neck would have been. Her posture had changed- she was sitting cross-legged and upright on a nearby rock, nodding attentively as Bill found himself spilling his feelings all over the place.

"How does thinking about home make you feel?" she said in a measured tone.

"Happy," he responded hoarsely, driven by instinct alone. Sarah gently shook her head in response. "Angry. Regretful. Sad... hey! Why am I telling you all this?"

"Durapy."

"That's, what, something plus therapy?"

"Duress plus therapy."

"Ah ha ha! You'll go places, kid."

"I like to think so. So, which of those emotions you mentioned would you say is dominant?"

"It's like a regret sundae with anger sauce and sadness sprinkles. See, I don't have a heart, but I do have this mostly-flat organ that looks kind of like a heart if you look at it from a certain angle, and when I think about home, it kind of aches, but the again, it also aches when I think about this time Kryptos fell into this magma cloud as we spent a few hundred years putting his molecules back together. That meant I had to miss out on the start of the Bronze age, which, I mean, what a shame, 'cause..."

-

The way back to camp was quiet and uneventful. More and more things weren't adding up, and this was one of them. There were so many monsters living around this area, and yet he had hardly encountered any of them since he arrived! Why was it that the forest seemed so empty? Maybe he and Sarah had established territory that the others were afraid to encroach on, an idea that made him feel like a wild animal. It was a confusing feeling. And why hadn't Sarah melted, seeing as it was summer (or at least that's what he had assumed) and it was hot out? And where on her person had she hidden that rope and that DVD? Maybe he didn't want to know the answer to that last one.

Thinking hard about the questions had only given him more questions. There were no answers, and of course there weren't, because he didn't care to look for answers. He had bigger things to worry about. But now these questions were his biggest things to worry about- well, them and the demon who was currently in his body. It was actually easy to forget about that, but he could hear Bill's indistinct voice through the trees as he approached. He didn't seem hesitant anymore. He was... rambling.

"...and that's how I got my powers. That was exclusive, you hear? You're trustworthy, right? You wouldn't tell anybody, right? You wouldn't want to get turned inside out, right?"

"I won't tell a soul."

"You better not! And I have turned people inside out before. That reminds me of this time when- oh, hey, Rob's back!"

Sarah turned her head 360 degrees.

"Where is he?"

"How about you untie my hands and I'll point for you?"

Sarah reached down and undid the rope around one of Bill's hands, and soon enough Rob had an accusatory finger in his invisible face. Within a few moments, Sarah was my his side, a little too close so that their bodies were slightly overlapping, but the sentiment was there, at least.

"One more thing before I let you go-"

"Don't let him go!" said Rob, but nobody could hear him.

"-Did you ever have a thing for Stanford?"

Bill's eye- or rather Rob's eye- widened. Mental-Rob's eye widened, too.

"Hey, what do you know about-"

"Ah... no need to continue. Your face has told me everything I need to know~" said Sarah, almost surely misinterpreting a few facial cues and untying the other wrist. In an instant, Rob's body lurched forward like Frankenstein's monster coming to life on the operating table and let out a maniacal cackle that put all of Rob's own evil laughs to absolute shame. Maybe he could ask for technique tips... no, no, this wasn't the time!

"Wait! I have some questions for you as well!"

"Tough luck, kid, that wasn't part of our deal."

"You can't just-"

"Hasta la vista!" said Bill, and scrambled out of the clearing with all the bodily coordination of a marionette being puppeteered by a third grader.

"Hasta la vista?" mused Sarah. "Does that mean he's gonna come back at some point?"

Rob hoped he didn't come back with four broken limbs and a hot poker burn mark in his eye. Hey, wait, he could follow Bill! It wasn't as if he had a way to communicate with Sarah, anyway; she had thought of making a sock puppet for him to use during the planning phase, but as it turned out, neither of them wore socks, so that was a tall order. He noticed mid-thought that she was turning on the TV.

"I'm hoping this will work..." she spoke in response to a question he hadn't asked. "Maybe you can make like that girl from Ringu and mess with this DVD? Wouldn't that be cool? Plus, you're, like, a TV guy, aren't you?"

"...I'm a cyclops."

She couldn't hear him. Throwing the fear of disappointment to the wind, he approached the TV and stuck his hand through the screen. It startled him and amused Sarah when a burst of static momentarily replaced the DVD menu and distortion spread from the intersection point of his arm and the video!

"Ah!" he yelped, and his voice was joined by a clip of Dipper making a similar noise that suddenly appeared on the screen. Wait...

"Was that you, Rob?"

"It- was-" came two clips in short succession, playing without an episode being selected on the main menu. "It's- me- rob-"

Saying his name had been a test, but as it turned out, the word 'rob'- the verb- had been used in place of it. Okay, that would do, but what about-

"Earth to Sarah," he said. The first two words got through fine, but the third one was replaced with another burst of static. Come to think of it, wasn't static a signal thing? What business did it have on a DVD? Wasn't this TV too modern to have that kind of interference? Whatever.

"Earth to you," he clarified. It was like listening to a live YTP and all these acronyms were getting to his head now.

"So, what did you think of our conversation earlier? Do you think Bill was full of it, or was he just opening up? Either way, the stuff he said has so much potential! My heart is leaping out of my chest, you have no idea. I am so going to use this. But enough about me, let's talk about you! How cool is it being a ghost? Or a mindscape apparition, or whatever?"

"It's- ok," the TV said, "I- wasn't- listening- to- Bill- I- was- off- thinking."

"Whaaaat? But he said so much juicy stuff! Oh, well, I guess that means it's all a secret between me and him! You know what? That totally has appeal. Thinking, you say? About what?"

"Stuff-"

"Don't give me that."

He paused for a long moment.

"Well- first- thing's- first- we- might- be- in- a- time- loop."

"A time loop? Where'd you get that idea?"

"This- is- a-" there was another burst of static as Rob tried and failed to convey the word 'rerun'.

"It's a what?"

"I'll- tell- you- about- it- and- the- rest- when- I- get- my- body- back."

"Oh yeah! Your body! We should follow Bill for only that reason, and definitely not for any other reason!"

"Whatever."

"I'm gonna sneak out of the woods," she said, sticking a handful of wood chips to her face in an effort to camouflage herself and standing on all fours like some sort of creepypasta monster. "Don't worry, you won't see me."

"Wait-" the TV said. "How- am- I- supposed- to- follow- you- if- I can't- see-"

She had already scuttled out of sight. Rob sat up, pulled his arm out of the screen, and headed in the direction he had seen Bill go earlier, wondering with every new rustle of the foliage around him whether Sarah was nearby, watching, out of sight. The idea unsettled him more than the idea of Bill watching him. That didn't bode well for their friendship. No! This wasn't a friendship! It was...

Well, he didn't really know what it was.

-

"Sir, would you classify your vehicle as a time machine?"

"I would classify it as a... van."

"But if you've used it to travel through time-"

"I haven't. I'm simply traveling between dimensions that measure time differently, which I'm sure is perfectly legal, and I am also planning to drive away before you have the chance to tell me it isn't."

"You're under- hey! Come back here!"

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

Curiosity Part 3 (Final)

Summary: Colby explains his situation to Reader and asks her to be his.

TW/CW: Mentions of murder, vampires, mentions of Reader being held at knifepoint, Mafia/Vampire!Colby Brock x Reader.

Requested?: No

A/N: I'm not gonna continue this series because after reading back through it, not only am I not 100% in love with it but I'm not sure how to continue it.

Part 1 || Part 2

(Y/N)’s POV

Staring at the floor under my feet, I attempt to wrap my head around the events that had just happened. In only a handful of minutes, I had been held at knifepoint, rescued by Colby, and then shocked when my attacker dropped dead at the sniper shot of Jake. I rake my hands through my hair before declaring, “I’m dreaming. I have to be fucking dreaming.” I look around at the silent bar. A few feet away, Colby, Jake, and Sam stand watching me. I bite the inside of my cheek as hard as I can but unfortunately, it hurts like a motherfucker and I am, in fact, not dreaming.

Colby and Sam look at Jake, fury plain as day on their faces. Jake shrugs, “Listen… indirectly it was either him or her because if I hadn’t shot him, he would’ve killed you and then her as well.”

Colby clenches his jaw, but Sam is the one who responds, “Not only did you out us to (Y/N) but now we probably will have a turf war on our hands before long.”

Colby locks eyes with me as Jake attempts to defend himself, “How are they gonna know it was us? Huh? No cameras, I checked beforehand.”

Not breaking eye contact, Colby holds his hand against Sam’s chest who attempts to launch himself at Jake exclaiming, “You etch your fucking signature symbol into your god dang bullets dumbass!”

Jake snaps his mouth shut before looking down at his feet, “Shit…”

Colby approaches me now, slowly as if he’s afraid he’ll scare me off, which he might, that’s yet to be determined. What am I saying? I definitely should be getting the hell out of here. I just witnessed a murder, not to mention the fucking zipping around in the blink of an eye means there’s definitely something off about these three. Yet, despite my better judgment I stay glued to my spot.

Colby stops right in front of me and once again makes my heart flutter as he lifts my chin with his thumb and pointer finger, “What are you thinking, Sweetheart?”

I swallow thickly before replying, “Honestly? I’m thinking I should get the hell out of here.”

“Then why don’t you?” Colby whispers, staring into my soul.

“I don’t know,” I admit, “A good mystery always has been my biggest weakness.”

He grins at this, “Where’s the mystery here?” He inquires, already knowing the answer.

I roll my eyes at him, “You’ve got to be shitting me,” I pull away from him and take a seat at the bar. Dropping my head into my hands, I tug at my hair still trying to make sense of the situation I’ve gotten myself into. “Let’s start with why the hell are there a bunch of people hanging out in this fuckin’ speakeasy out of a mafia movie? Or how about what the hell are you up tied with,” I accentuate my sentence by pointing at Colby, “that a strange creep in an alleyway knows and is afraid of you? Let’s not forget that your friend here shot the aforementioned creep and then in the blink of an eye I’m here which I happen to know is a good twenty-minute walk from that alley.”

Colby sighs, waving at Sam and Jake to leave before taking a seat beside me, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Fucking try me because, at this point, I’ve lost all sense of reality,” I challenge.

Colby chuckles before finding my eyes once more, “Me and my friends are vampires but to everyone else in the city we’re just a mafia mob type organization. The man Jake shot tonight was part of Red Gang who is our biggest turf rival and you live smack dab in the middle of their turf.”

“Okay… so I might have fallen for the head of a vampire mob… got it,” I mumble to myself.

“You know being a vampire means I heard that right,” Colby states humorously causing my heart to jump, “I also heard that,” he laughs flicking his eyes to my chest and back to my eyes.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” I question accusingly.

“And you’ll be the death of me,” he responds reaching up to brush hair behind my ear.

I’m now keenly aware of how close we are, “That’s- That’s not possible. Aren’t vampires supposed to be immortal?”

I notice Colby’s eyes flick to my lips and back again before shrugging, “Everything and everyone has their weakness. Your’s is a good mystery. Mine just might be you.”

I find myself leaning closer, so close our lips brush against each other as I say, “I can’t just… I have a life. I have friends and family…”

“We can play normal. However, I don’t see any point in you keeping that shitty job or crappy-ass apartment when I can easily take care of you,” he states, now staring hard at my lips. His eyes make their way back to mine, “You can’t tell me you don’t want this.”

“You’re right, I can’t,” I agree before finally closing the distance and kissing him. His lips fit perfectly with mine as I run my hands through his hair, tugging slightly upon reaching the back of his neck. He groans softly, reaching to pick me up and place me on the bar. Before long, we begrudgingly part for air.

He rubs his hands up and down my sides and hips, “You’re mine now?” He mutters. I nod before returning to kissing him. This time I pour every ounce of feeling I can into the kiss and I can feel him do the same. The air is full of passion and need. In the back of my mind, my thoughts call me crazy once again but I shove them away and lose myself in the man before me.

Masterlist

[pretoriafics]

Russian Roulette - Pt. 3

In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. In this chapter, you will find: You went to the Friday night party, but, yeah, you think you found out about what the ginger lady had talked about with you that day at the restaurant. Word count: 2.020 Pairings: Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles; Reader x Derek Original characters of this chapter: Elodie, your french friend, and Au pair; Astrid, your german friend, and Au Pair; Bennie, your host mom; Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Two | Chapter Four RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

You thought about that ginger lady all days that week. Her words were so weird and creepy...

But she was right. You were definitely looking for something: you were looking for the truth about your friends. Everything was okay until you met Derek that day in the accident. And since that, a strange woman came to you.

The truth is not what you're expecting the woman said. So, the truth about your boys was not criminal issues? Something inside of you tells that a criminal issue with the boys would be easier to deal with. But if the boy's secrets were nothing related to crime, what the hell are they hiding, so?

You saved the address the woman gave to you, but you didn't read it. You didn't have the courage yet. But you don't want to think about it right now: It's Friday! And you have a party to go to.

Stiles sent you a lot of texts, trying to plan something for Friday night. You know he just doesn't want you to go to that party for some reason you don't know. And that is the biggest reason you definitely should go there.

You wear your red and short dress and then you were ready to enjoy the night. A few friends went to your house, to give a ride for you, and quickly you guys arrived at a huge house. It was full of drunk people, with loud music and dancing bodies. The house is located close to the woods, so there are no mad neighbors to complain about the loud music - which is great. You just want to enjoy the night and forget about the ginger lady and the secret of your boys.

Well, things were being really fun. You were dancing, you met some cute guys, and you drank just two glasses of alcoholic drinks. It was enough to let you "happier". You weren't used to drinking, so you were the joke of the night after being so excited with just two glasses.

You were talking with two other Au Pairs: Elodie, the girl from France, and Astrid, the german one.

"But you drank just two glasses! Come on, take just one more!"

Astrid was putting more drink in a cup for you, but the truth is that you really didn't like to drink too much. You don't trust anyone to watch you when you lose control over yourself, and if you lost control over yourself, anyone could do anything with you.

"No, thank you. I'm done."

Suddenly, you saw through the window behind Astrid something that gave you shivers. It was a pair of red and demonic eyes looking at you from the woods. Your face blushed from the high temperature of your body, became white in fear. You simply can't take your eyes off that creepy eyes.

"Hey girl, do you saw a ghost or something like that?"

Elodie's french accent pulls you to reality again, and your gaze finds her.

"Uh, no... I just think I need some fresh air."

You turn your back, without gave more explanations to the confused girls who are looking at you walking to the front door. You hear Astrid shout for you:

"But how about Stephen? He will come soon!"

"Tell him I'll be back!"

The house behind you was pure fun and party, but despite having fun, you thought that you needed some fresh air. What that eyes was? Maybe just something inside your head. You haven't had drank enough to get out of control, and even if you had, a glass of some random drink wouldn't give you hallucinations.

Well, you would back to the party a few minutes later. Now, you just need some walking.

You took your high heels off and began to walk on the street. The breeze of the night was giving you a gentle hug, and while the sound of the music becomes low, you find out that yeah, you kinda like those night walkings. All that silence, the fresh air, the peace... Wow, you should do it more.

But your peace was gone when you noticed that a man was stalking you.

Crap.

He is high, with large shoulders. You haven't a chance against him. Scared and worried, your walk becomes faster and faster, hoping that the man finally has gone. But when you crossed the street to come back to the house, you saw that the man has gone. Actually, seems like he evaporated in the air.

Okay, the party is over to you. You would come back to the party and ask for a ride for someone. And done.

When you gave the first step in the party's direction, a huge wolf jumped in front of you, roaring in a way that almost did your heart stop. You shout loud.

"What the hell?! Help!"

You began to run in the opposite direction of the party, running from that unreal wolf who was hunting you. Tears were scrolling down your face, in pure desperation while it runs to chase you. You throw your high heels to the thing, and your heels hit its snout. It seems to work because the wolf shook its head, bothered. It gave you time enough to run even faster while you catch your phone in your bag. The first number you tried to call was Sebastian.

"Come on, Bash, come on!"

But then, a voice coming out of your phone says something that fills you with horror.

"This phone is off. Please try again later."

"Damn!"

The next number you had tried to call was Stiles. He could ask his dad for help, and maybe you could be saved. Happily, you heard his voice.

"Hey, you thought about my proposal of-"

"Stiles, call your dad, I need help!"

The wolf roared for you and, suddenly, it jumps. You let out a loud shout and deflect its attack, changing your route and running to the woods.

"What's happening?!"

"There's a huge wolf behind me! Please, I need help!"

"Where are you?! Are you at that party?"

The wolf runs in your direction and jumps again. It pushes its feet into a tree and, then, it flies in your direction. You put yourself down, deflecting again of its attack, but your phone fell in the middle of the leaves. Terrified, you come up with your foot against a rooted tree and fell.

Crying as you'd never cried before, you got up and, tired, you take strength inside of you to run one more time, as a way to delay your imminent death. But seems like that were your lucky day.

A skinny figure jumps in the wolf's direction, and they roll through the leaves on the floor. The wolf got up, and let out a loud roar. When you turn yourself to understand what the hell has happened, you saw Scott stopped in front of the wolf. However, he wasn't the same: His face was bestial. Close to him, you saw another figure you hadn't seen coming while you were running. You recognize that figure too: Derek, with the same bestial face. But just when Scott turns his animal face to you, you got certain that, yeah, that thing was he.

"(Y/N)... Run."

But the Wolf seems stronger than Derek and Scott. With a hit, the wolf throws them into the air, and Derek and Scott hit the trees. The wolf run in your direction and you try to run, but things were different this time. You heard two roars when the wolf hits you with such strength, that you hit in the tree. Everything becomes dark after this.

"Is she okay? You've come in time?"

You know that voice! It was from Stiles. Your eyes opened slowly, but you still were dizzy with the blow. Your vision was completely blurred, but you could recognize the environment around you. You were lied down to what seems like a backseat, and your head was in someone's lap - Stiles's lap. You saw his worried face when you look up.

"She's fine. The Alpha didn't bite her."

That voice was from Scott, you were pretty sure. He was at the passenger's seat.

"How do you know?"

"Because we check her before brings her here, smart-ass. What do you think?"

Another familiar voice. What was his name? Daryl? Devon?

"Oh, really Derek? I thought that, I don't know, after the Alpha's bite, the mark of the bite disappears!"

But then, the voice of Scott is heard.

"Shhh! Guys, I think she's waking up!"

Stiles looks at you, with such concern in his eyes.

"Hey, miss sunshine. You okay?"

But your head was aching so much! You just close your eyes again, becoming so tired suddenly. You heard Derek's voice now, but he seems so far away from you.

"She will not stay awake too long. Luckily, she will think everything was a nightmare."

Scott let out a long sigh.

"I hope so."

That was the last thing you heard before get unconscious again.

You woke up, scared and sweat. Quickly, you sat in the bed, with a heavy breath and confused. Your head is aching a little bit, but you think it's just a silly headache.

You let out a long sigh and get up from the bed. You took your phone from the bedside table and... Wow, you don't remember to let your phone fall for it get a cracked screen. Still, you could saw a lot of messages from Astrid and Elodie. You chose to read the messages from Elodie first.

"Girl, where are you? Someone found a dead body in the master suite!"

"Where are you?!"

"I'll call the police."

"Please, please just be safe. I'm so afraid of what could be happened to you!"

"We will go back to the party's house, Astrid is freaking out. We don't care if it's dangerous, we just want you safe."

"GIRL I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU DIDN'T TELL US THAT YOU'VE BEEN TALKING WITH THAT GUY!! HE'S SO HOT!! HAVE FUN!! You almost made us got a heart attack of worries! Next time advise us."

If that was Elodie's message, you can't imagine Astrid's messages. But... What happened? A body? A guy?

Then, you realize that you didn't remember to come back home from the party. You froze. You gave a step forward, to put your phone on the dressing table, but you felt something aching in your left knee: You were hurt! It was just a silly injury, you probably fell sometime at the party last night. But, then, you remembered.

The giant wolf. The chasing. Scott and Derek. Stiles looking at you.

You look at your phone: Yeah, you let it fall when you were running. Your knee: You fell when you're trying to save your life. Your head: You had been thrown in a tree.

Oh my God.

Scared and trying to assimilate things, you go downstairs and realize that it was 10:30 AM. It was Saturday, your day off, and Bennie was in the kitchen while the girls and Sebastian were running in the backyard. When Bennie saw you coming, she smiled.

"Good morning! Hungry? I did some cookies! But be hurry to eat all of them, you know Sebastian loves cookies, and you just have a few minutes after he got tired of being running with the girls outside."

"Bennie... You know, I think I drank too much last night and..." No, you do not think you drank too much last night "...And I'm not sure about who gave me a ride back home."

"Oh," She gave you a suggestive gaze. "Who would be? Hale, of course! He's a great guy, took care of you! He said that you got really scared after someone found a body in the house, so you got nausea and felt dizzy. And he brought you here. You didn't remember it?"

"Yeah, yeah, now you said it, I think I'm remembering."

You lied, again. But the only thing you have pretty sure, is that tomorrow you would talk with the priest that ginger lady told you.

[roll-da-credits]

Lycoris Radiata Pt. 3 - Deku x Reader -

Inspired by the piano piece, "Lycoris Radiata," Written by Spikes, played by MusicalBasics.

Highly recommend listening to it whilst reading.

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Word Count: 1.7k

When a childhood love shows up after being lost to time, it's unnerving to be presented by something so familiar yet different. Deku, lost to his own love and presented with the stresses of life and unrequited love, it isn't easy to see the world with an unbiased gaze.

!WARNING!

(This is for the entire series and not just this part)

BIG TW for death, suicide, abuse,

Minor TW for death imagery, toxic relationship, toxic friendship, toxic shit all around

A/n: First off, this last part, please read with caution. There are a lot of serious topics in this one that can be triggering to some people. This feels really weird to post ngl, I was actually planning on posting the entire thing in 1 part but it was ridiculously long and the pacing was so incredibly slow. After editing it down and proofreading, I'm extremely proud and glad I made it a 3 parter. So, again, read with caution, enjoy the story, and I hope you cried.

Imagery used:

Snapdragon seed pods, red snapdragons, red spider lilies

He came to your café a little bit more often now, there was a fear inside of him that he wouldn’t be able to save you either.

He didn’t know from what, where, or when. But after the two innocent girl’s life was taken away from them just because they were in the wrong situation. He felt a little bit paranoid at your own safety.

But almost every time he inquired you to get extra precautions, your boyfriend would always assure Deku that you were safe with him. And Deku trusted him.

Deku would constantly talk to you about whatever topic came into his mind, he wanted to talk to you more and love you even more even if it hurt him. Call him a masochist he didn’t care, love to him was a drug he couldn’t get enough of, even if that very thing giving him so much love can’t receive it from him, because you were receiving it from someone else.

His pink tinted eyes now growing red from the sheer amount of love he had for you. It grew cloudy and red, to the point where he found everything you do close to perfect.

He saw you as a beautiful goddess.

As the days slowly change from Summer to Fall, he saw more of the red flowers he found in the cemetery growing near your café.

When he asked you if you wanted to get rid of them, you laughed and brushed it off with what he thinks was a sly smile.

He wanted to believe that you actually started blooming them around the café since you knew he found them fascinating. Of course, there was no proof to this theory of his, but something Deku liked to do was a dream, and right now he dreamt of you giving hints of your love.

Then one day, he walked by the café just as it was closing on his way home and found your boyfriend yelling at you. You yelled back at him in retaliation and brought your hand up, only to get it caught by your boyfriend. For the first time, Deku finally saw how tight his grip was when he was mad.

He was sure it was going to leave a bruise on your skin. But he didn’t want to interfere.

When your boyfriend left, he finally revealed himself and comforted you. He told himself he was doing this not because he liked you but because you were his friend. He asked you what the argument was about but you looked up at him and smiled.

There was something weird about your smile, something he couldn’t quite place.

“It’s fine. He broke up with me.” Your smile didn’t match the tone of your cracking voice, and he had to stop himself from tightening his grip on you when you pushed him slightly away and begun walking back home.

He saw the red flowers around you bloom brighter than they ever had before, and he thought if it was a sign from her subconscious asking him to prod further. But he won’t, he can’t.

His rose gaze along with the sweet image he has of your boyfriend prevented him from going further.

After all, he was a hero, he knows best when to prod further. Even if he was biased in the situation.

~

Deku looked at his phone and found his text messages unanswered and ignored. He had just gotten accepted to UA, he wants to share the news with you.

But you had moved out from your parents’ house to go live alone in a different city with the school of your dreams. He confirmed this by asking your parents, though they did seem slightly worried over you he expected that of such caring parents. He thinks it was just because you were finally living alone.

But he wasn’t sure why there were so many unanswered texts, why you had completely left his life.

He felt his heart crashing into a million pieces.

It took him a rather long time to get over you. An even longer time to forget about the lasting memories of you.

On his daily run in UA just after getting into his 2nd year, on the road, he found a red snapdragon flower. It was radiant and beautiful. For a split second he got reminded of you, and your strange love for red flowers, though he thought it was just due to your unique quirk.

Not wanting to feel any more pain towards the coming memories, he dropped the flower and continued on his jog.

For some reason, he chose the exact same route the next day, this time he found the snapdragon dried and dead. The seed pods in the fallen stem were terrifying. They looked like miniature skulls and he shivered at the thought of something so beautiful being able to die so quickly.

Finally reaching his third year, he readied himself to become a fully-fledged hero as it was just a year away.

He found himself re-living some of his old memories though, Bakugou had asked him to go back to the forest they used to play as a child. It was his way of apologizing to Deku after all the years of torment.

In their path, they found a red camelia tree. The flowers were beautiful and Deku again thought of you.

Just in cue, Bakugou laughed, “Remember when I made Y/n cry because I smashed one?” Deku laughed at the thought but Bakugou grew quiet, “You know, they never respond to my texts ever again. I never told you that, but we stayed close even after I began bullying you. At the time I didn’t see them as a worthless quirkless person like you.”

Deku rolled his eyes, “Thank you Kaachan.” He said rather passive-aggressively.

“No that wasn’t my point, my point is when you told me they disappeared from your life they disappeared from mine as well.”

Deku shook his eyes, forcing the memories back down, “I don’t want to remember it Kaachan, you know I had the biggest crush on them. They must’ve found better people now.”

Deku pushed the memories down and didn’t let them resurface.

After all, if he was to become a hero, he couldn’t have old memories dragging him down. Even if it meant denying he still had feelings for you.

~

Deku checked his phone repeatedly.

20 unanswered texts, 10 unanswered calls since last week.

Fear bubbled up in his stomach.

What if you decided to leave him behind once again???

What does Deku do when he was stressed?

Drown himself in work.

He opened his laptop and begun reading and replying to hundreds of emails, even reading a lot of spam emails from his admirers. One did catch his eye though.

It was filled with videos. He opened it and from the thumbnails of the videos immediately grew even more panicked.

He clicked on one and watched through it. His eyes widened and fear washed over him like a tide in the sea.

He clicked on another one hoping his hunch wasn’t through.

He clicked on another and another.

He finally accepted it.

All of the videos you sent to him were your recordings of weekly diary entries in the form of video. Each of them you were covered in bruises, tear-stained cheeks, and ragged breathing. Your desperate pleas of not being able to break up with your boyfriend.

He quickly realized your boyfriend was not who he said he was, and that all his actions were just acted. He was a manipulative son of a bitch who trapped you in his spider web. He was the spider stringing a beautiful butterfly in his web. Slowly but surely wrapping you in silk, trapping you, suffocating you.

When he finally finished the last one he quickly ran towards your place. Begging to whatever god there was that you were safe.

“Did you know Izuku?”

Your words in the video echoed in his mind as he ran and ran.

“The flower you gave me were actually Red Spider Lilies.”

He lived rather far away but he couldn’t stop, he won’t.

“I’m surprised you didn’t know what they were nor what they symbolized”

His legs ached and burned but he continued on running.

“They’re symbols of death and moving on, sometimes even reincarnations.”

He finally got to your city and ran to your café, hoping you were there.

“They symbolize the change of seasons from Summer to Fall, truly beautiful flowers.”

When he saw the café closed with neither you nor your boyfriend in sight he continues running to your apartment.

“I never told you this about my quirk, but you know they predict my emotions? I think they can predict my future too.”

He felt like a rabid dog with tears flowing down like waterfalls.

“The spider lilies growing through my subconscious around the café were proof of that theory.”

No, no NO, he won’t let this happen. He won’t let you leave him once again.

He won’t let his rose-tinted gaze show him only your best parts, making him deny all your bad sides all your woes and tears.

He immediately barged into your apartment only to be greeted by the sickeningly sweet smell of flowers.

The room was dark, despite it being 1pm.

He walked slowly through the entrance and found a scatter of red flowers blooming everywhere.

He called your name, no answer.

He screamed for your name, no answer.

But he did get his answer when he arrived at your living room.

The entire room was almost covered from ceiling to the floor with red spider lilies, and the lushest areas where they grew the densest were in the middle of the room.

Deku screamed in agony as he held your hanging body close to his chest.

It wasn’t blood that now stained his fingers nor his clothes. It was the red petals falling down from the ceiling to his hair that taunted him.

It mocked him.

It told him that you gave all the signs, you showed him everything, and yet he was too drugged in the most addictive drug of them all, love, to even notice your hints.

And now he was paying the price.

After all, he was a hero, he needed to be responsible for his actions. Even if it meant finally accepting that you were gone… forever.

[alison-anonymous]

I Want to Write a Mikayuu Series

Okay.

So um.

If you're reading this, HELLO. All of you long time ONS fans probably don't know me, but I'm Alison and I'm a hardcore Mikayuu, Mitsunoa, Gureshin, etc shipper. I've been in the ONS fandom for almost a year and dear god. The amount of people telling me that Mikayuu is queerbait is just making me really sad 😅 I'm a writer, and I'm the type of person who honestly feels like the author of a series should have the ability to choose how a story ends without influence of their readers. I mean, if it's their story, then it should be their ending, right? However, I also do have some qualms when it comes to how this "love triangle" between Yu, Mika, and Shinoa is being portrayed. This is entirely my personal opinion, but I feel like Shinoa seems to be forcing herself to love Yu. I honestly don't think she cares for him in a romantic way, but more of a very deep-rooted admiration or even envy that she's trying to convince herself to be romantic love. And Yu has said multiple times that he values Mika's life above his own, that he doesn't know what he would do without him if he were to die again (I mean the fact that he suffered seeing his best friend and potential lover die a first time was definitely scarring enough, PLEASE STOP TORTURING OUR POOR BABIES). And it's basically confirmed by now that when Mika said I love you in the manga, it was in the romantic sense. Even though I wish, I hope, I dream, and I pray that Mikayuu will become canon, I honestly can't say for certain what I think will happen. I think it could sway any way, with Mikayuu becoming canon, Yu and Shinoa becoming canon, or it being one of those ambiguous endings where it's heavily implied but nothing actually happens. And in order to make myself feel better when stuff like this happens, I tend to rewrite the entire story with the ending that I would have liked to see ;)

You're probably wondering where the hell this stranger is going with this. Well, I want to write a book. A series, actually.

One that's inspired by Seraph of the End.

Now, if you're interested in hearing me out, then feel free to keep reading. But if not, continue on with your scrolling, no hard feelings. But if you do, and I really hope that you do, give me a chance to explain.

I want to write a series inspired by Seraph of the End called Bloodsucker (working title, obviously). And this series is going to be a reimagination of ONS with an ending that I would have loved to see in the anime and manga. I plan to have three main characters (please keep in mind that I'm going to have name changes): Yuichiro, Mikaela, and a brand new character, Epic.

Now, I would begin this series a bit before the anime and I'm assuming the manga begins. I'd start with introducing our main three characters as they meet in the orphanage (yes, Epic would be a part of this orphanage as well) and how Epic and Yu try to make moves to run away only to be stopped by Mika and Akane.

I plan to include a scene between Epic and Akane where Epic tries to run out in the middle of the night only to be stopped by Akane, and this is what caused Epic to develop a crush on her (Epic is a girl btw). Then I would begin the whole shit with the vampires and how they set the world on fire and shit, but instead of the apocolypse, I'd make it so that most of the adults died in the fire while the kids were taken alive (because young blood is better and whatnot). This includes our little Hyakuya family. The directors would have tried to trade the kids lives for their own, and due to their selfishness, the vamps killed them and took the kids anyway.

This would begin my first story arc: the prewar.

Epic, Akane, Mika, and Yu would all be living under the vampires at this point along with the rest of the kids in their orphanage. I plan to include lots of moments of bonding that heavily imply Epic loves Akane even though she doesn't know it yet and Mika loves Yu, but Yu is fucking oblivious. The four begin to plot their escape, but while Mika and Akane (yes Akane too) are making deals with the vampires to help out with their family, Epic is constantly finding herself getting dragged along to visit Queen Krul. The pink haired vamp has a soft spot for her for some reason and often tells her that Epic and her family are "special" or sum shit. And she's super confused and semi grossed out. But none of the vamps ever dare to hurt her so she thinks it's fine. Then one day they all plot their escape and it's much more planned out and lengthy and less rushed than it is in the anime. Things almost seem to work out until the vampires stop them

And Mika and Akane DIE.

I know. I'm horrid.

Epic is standing here in shock as she watches the love of her life die before her and Mika BEGS for Yu to take Epic and run while they can. So while in the series only Yu survives, he obeys Mika and both him and Epic survive this. They're found by Guren (a new character I haven't come up with yet lol) and Yu is super protective over Epic, not wanting anyone to take the only piece of his family he has left (he's a fucking mess without Mika let's just be honest) and Guren ends up taking them under his wing.

Now we hit the second arc. Still with me?

The War.

Hold onto your hats everyone because this is where shit is about to get complicated. So I do plan to have a bit of a time skip into the current spot where Yu and Epic are attending school with Guren as their father figure and they've become very close. So close that Yu refuses to work with anyone else but her. They end up getting onto Shinoa Squad (obviously going to be completely different in my version) and they get put onto the battlefield. But here's the catch. Well, two catches.

Yu and Epic do have demon weapons. I do plan to try to incorporate that into this. BUT the backstory is different. I plan to make it so that the vampires obviously see the humans as fies. Insignificant things that are more playthings than threats. And they didn't want to have to deal with killing all of them, so they sent demons in their place to handle it. But the humans were able to form deals or "contracts" with the demons and therefore turned the vampires' own secret weapon against them.

Now, catch no. 2

So, Epic, Mika, and Yu aren't seraphs in this. But they are something else. I'm going to try to explain this as simply as I can, but each of them (besides Mika since he doesn't have a demon) have 3 souls inside their body:

Soul 1 is their current soul, the one that identifies as Mika or Epic or Yu.

Soul 2 is their demon soul, like what Asuramaru is to Yu.

And soul 3 is their archangel soul (I might change that name later on).

So I'm just going to come right out and say it. In this series, Epic is the villain.

Yes.

You read that right.

Epic is the villain. But she doesn't know that she is. These Soul 3s were reincarnated into the current bodies of Mika, Epic, and Ari (and I know that's not exactly how it works but screw logic this is just a fucking concept) from their lives centuries ago.

These souls existed way before vampires existed and Epic (or Essie) was very close friends with Yu (or Aytigin). Aytigin was in love with Haru (Mika) but for one reason or another, they couldn't be together. Essie wanted to do something, willing to do anything to make the two of them happy. So she made a deal that brought the vampires into creation so that Haru and Aytigin could be happy. She was willing to sacrifice everything that they stood for so that the two of them could be in love together.

She had good intentions, but of course Haru and Aytigin were furious because now the vampires were turning against the humans and they all basically died. Until they were reborn respectively, but unknowingly.

Now picking back up in the present, Yu and Epic are fighting in one of the main battles and the two are very confused when the vampires make a very deliberate attempt not to hurt Epic. They're unsure as to why, but Guren tells them not to worry about it.

Suspicious bastard.

Anyway, it's revealed finally that MIKA IS ALIVE

BUT HE'S ALSO DEAD

Yes he is a vampire. And Yu falls in love all over again upon seeing him, and after a bunch of struggling, Epic gets kidnapped. At first she gets strangled by Lacus and then she gets kidnapped by Ferid who doesn't kill her surprisingly.

Oh and uh... Ferid is nice in this. He's still a fucking creep, but he's a lot nicer than he is in the series. I plan to make Queen Krul or whoever I turn her into be the villain.

Anyway, they take Epic back to the vampire palace or whatever and Queen Krul and Epic are reunited! And Krul is the one who reveals to Epic exactly who she, Mika, and Yu are and this is what sparks Epic's fall to insanity.

I mean, she's the killer. She's the one who brought them into this world. She's responsible for every death the vampires cause.

I would go crazy too.

So, she manages to escape (partially thanks to Mika) and the two join Yu and the others again and it's revealed a second time exactly what is going on. And while no one actually blames Epic on the Shinoa Squad, that doesn't stop people like Kureto and even herself from blaming.

And this causes her demon to go haywire.

She begins losing her marbles, almost killing her teammates and trying to kill herself, all while the three begin to experience dreams or visions of their Soul 3s.

While all this shit is going on, there's heavy romance between Mika and Yu because these two lovers just got reunited and FUCK did they have glow ups but yes -

Oh. And there is another spark for Epic, even though she doesn't think she's worthy of love.

Okay. I'm just gonna say it.

Lacus falls in love with Epic. Yes. You read that correctly too.

I plan to make the two of them get trapped together at some point and they have to work together to escape. It's during this time that Epic realizes he's not all that bad and has some form of self control and he realizes that she's the most interesting thing he's ever met in this disgusting and boring life and damn do her eyes look pretty-

But yes. She forms a permanent alliance with him that he jokes about as marriage and they meet on other occassions too, but lol yes.

Anyway, blah blah blah, more fall to insanity, the Soul 3s take over their bodies on multiple occasions and there's a lot of bonding and fighting and Epic and Mika somehow manage to get some of the vampires on the human side.

And in the end, Epic and Yu basically sacifice themselves to save the human race and kill Queen Krul. It's a very rough ending I haven't quite perfected yet, but Yu has a moment like he did with the King of Salt. But though he inflicted a lot of damage, it's not enough. So while the team is worried about him, Epic takes this opportunity to fix her and Essie's mistakes.

She allows both Essie and her demon to take control of her body and dies on the battlefield. Queen Krul is eliminated. Most of the vampires are gone. The humans won.

Horray.

Epic is dead.

Kinda. Yu and Mika take her back home and this is the preview to the last arc where everyone's in the hospital and Epic's in a coma. Mika and Yu barely ever leave her side and it's only when Lacus of all people comes to visit that she fucking wakes up.

Okay. Are you still with me? Now come with me to the final arc.

The Post-War.

No my friend. It doesn't end there. Because Mika and Lacus are still vamps and life still sucks and I drank too much coffee this morning.

No it's not over yet.

So flash forward a couple years and Kureto and Crew are working as the heads of this city. Stuff is being rebuilt, people are settling down in homes, Lacus and some of the other "good" vampires find jobs, and Mika, Yu, and Epic get a house together (in case I didn't mention before, Epic is pansexual. She loved Akane dearly and I plan to include scenes where she sees her in her mind and dreams like Mikayuu so she's never truly gone, but she falls for Lacus too when he's not being a sadistic asshole). Things are going strangely when

BAM. Epic and Yu come up with a cure for vampirism.

How, you may ask? I don't fucking know, I haven't read about it in the manga yet but before we come up with an idea for it, imma say they came up with it through a spell. They share their findings with Guren and soon all vampires are being cured, most notably Mika, Lacus, and even Rene.

BUT and there's always a but, Kureto passes a new law claiming all vampires to be property. That any vampire or previous vampire or even vampire supporter/owner that tries to disobey these new laws is to be killed immediately. Now Epic and Yu are in jeopardy because their ex-vampires are in danger (Epic and Lacus have been hanging out a lot more and he's proven himself to be a decent guy. Contrary to popular belief, I headcanon him as not really knowing what to do when he actually cares about someone since he's been a heartless vamp for so long. So when he turns to Mika and begrudgingly asks him for LOVE ADVICE of all fucking things, Mika is ready to die). So basically, Mika and Lacus end up getting locked up along with the other ex-vamps (including Ferid which was a pain in the ass) and did I forget to mention that there's a proposal?

Oh yeah, Yu proposes to Mika and the blond still has yet to give him an actual answer because poor baby is still having a hard time accepting that Yu can love a "monster" like him.

But anyways, now Epic and Yu are furious and SHINOA SQUAD IS BACK IN BUSINESS. With the help of Guren and Shinya and everyone, they form a sort of rebellion and blah blah blah they manage to get Mika and Lacus and everyone out and blah blah blah they all get separated and Lacus begins to get INSANELY protective of Epic and ends up confessing his feelings to her before he nearly dies and blah blah blah did I forget to mention that I'm making Mitsunnoa and Kimizuki x Yoichi canon and blah blah blah.

Epic kisses Lacus as an instinct. Lacus kisses her again. Mika accepts Yu's proposal then almost dies AGAIN. I kill off some characters for emotional tugs and after a ton of more fighting and revenge and psychological breakings later, Kureto is killed. And Guren (or someone else haven't decided yet) is the new head of their city.

Epic, Mika, and Yu finally let Akane and the kids go. There's a lot of Shinoa Squad bonding but this is a summary so I haven't included much besides the main three. Epic and Lacus becomes canon. Mika and Yu get married. Guren and Shinya get married. Shinoa gets pregnant.

And everyone gets the FUCKING HAPPY ENDING THAT THEY ALL FUCKING DESERVE BECAUSE FUCK

I do plan to be slightly ruthless like the creator and include a lot of heartbreaking scenes, but it's going to be much different than ONS but I still want it to hold on to some core relationships.

I just want them to be happy. And I just want to make other people happy because fuck I JUST WANT TO BE HAPPY

So. Yeah.

That's Bloodsucker...

So my question to you is... if I wrote this shit.

If I sat down and typed about 30 books roughly inspired by Seraph of the End and Mikayuu and Mitsunnoa and shit...

Would anyone read it?

♡ a.a.

[jjaeong]

The Heiress, And The Twelve. Act I.

Episode IV: Courage, Is Not The Absence Of Fear.

Series: KPOP Girl Group: 이달의 소녀 (LOONA).

Pairing: OT12 & Mafia Heiress Female Reader.

Summary: The esteemed guests had finally paid the Y/L/N Family a visit, to which the members could have never expected the reason exactly as to why. But along with the confusion that their visitors had brought with them, was at the price of something shifting within Y/N at the situation she had been put up to.

[TRIGGER WARNING: VIOLENCE, INVOLVES MENTION OF BLOOD AND WEAPONRY. READ UNTIL 9’S PHONE CALL IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS.]

“Have you ever heard of the story about felines predicting catastrophes before humans could even detect them?”

Hyunjin stared blankly at the man that walked in front of her with his hands held behind his back, a serene expression set on his features as his eyes gazed over to the blooming flowers that had surrounded his garden. At each exit of the field, several men in black suits had stood to guard them while the young girl with the oversized yellow cardigan tailed behind the tall man whom had graying strands on his hair, to which oddly made him seem much more wise than he was ought to be. But Hyunjin found that idea false, for the man that had stood in with his back turned to her had always spoke with a heavy tone in his voice—as if he had thoroughly picked through each of his sentences with extra thought, it was the exact reason why she’d allowed herself to become a part of their Family, after all.

“I’ve heard of it once, from Yves-unnie.. I think. When she was sitting by the courtyard.” the man hummed in response, stopping in his tracks and turning to face the thin tree that had stood next to him—eyes examining the flowers that had bloomed from them before smiling softly and looking down at Hyunjin.

“When I was around your age, my parents had always kept a few animals in the house—to the point of it looking almost like an animal sanctuary rather than a home to a Mafia Family,” Hyunjin’s eyes stayed locked on the tree as the man resumed his stroll, keeping enough distance to be able to listen to his story before she had rushed to follow after him, “it may sound odd—because what did you expect a house filled with hitmen roaming freely, fully armed at all times to look like—but you’d definitely not expect to find a deer to be standing by one of the ponds, drinking from it’s pool while a family of swans passes by and a butterfly sitting on top of one of it’s antlers..” the young girl tilted her head at the mention of the animals, feeling the weight that the memory had carried from how the man’s tone changed from simple reminiscing to the sudden somberness that had switched after he teased his Family’s lifestyle.

“One of my greatest friends, whom was also the Heir to his Family’s name always had this sparkle in his eyes whenever he’d visit, stating that how our Family had lived was so different compared to his—our home felt more of like a refuge than the active warzone that he had called his own,” Hyunjin’s lips pulled into a small smile just as the man peeked behind him to also smile at the girl, shrugging his shoulders before raising a hand to run his fingers through the flowers as the passed—something that Hyunjin followed as well but only by walking close to them and lifting her finger in an shy manner, “he’d always tell me that one day, he could only hope that he could build such peace with his Family—though he did wish that our Families had never split apart.”

“The separation between the Mun Family and Jin Family.” Hyunjin whispered, peeking over to catch a glimpse at the man as if he would confirm if her answer was correct—to which he did, nodding but pulling his hand back to rest behind him again as they strolled peacefully through the spring air.

“Our Families together ruled thousands of territories, commanded over millions of men—so much strength to which was soon overcome with overpowering ambition, the Jin Family never knew when to stop and so they brought it upon themselves to be left by another family whom had stayed true to their colors to this day.”

“Kim,” Hyunjin answered, more confidently this time. Her brows knitted in concentration as she recalled the notes that she had scattered all over her and Heejin’s bedroom floor, the older girl’s whining ringing in the back of her head as Hyunjin kept repeating keywords to herself as the other girl tried to sleep, “out of the three major Families, they’re the wealthiest when it comes to land and associates.”

“We don’t usually take sides, but if it comes to a war of some sort—they’d learn to lean on us, as we would to them.” the two then stopped in the middle of an empty pond, the only view from the structure was the flowing waterfall and several koi’s that had swam freely through the clear water.

“Before Jin had declared war against our Family—with Mother as the boss at the time—our home was attacked the night before, I was just about to go to bed after studying the entire day when this.. Yellow cat, a Maine Coon,” Hyunjin looked over to the man, finding his arms crossed but Hyunjin’s eyes locked onto the glimmering blue ring that was set in his finger—running a thumb on the gem as he looked at the pond as he recalled that night, “she had always sat on my Mother’s lap, but she’d always seem to have watched over me as I slept. And so on the night of the attack, she had woke me up by biting onto my finger until I had eventually awakened—with our people leading me out of my quarters just before I heard the gun shots start ringing.” the man turned to look down at the younger girl whom met his gaze half-way, the battered aura that the girl with wide eyes had usually carried was almost overshadowed by the amazement and curiosity that the girl had currently beheld.

“The yellow cat passed away just as I became boss, almost a year before my parents had passed due to old age. But those animals had aided me in my survival for my short-lived childhood, they were more of my allies than they were my parents’ pets.” Hyunjin tore her gaze away from the man to eye his ring that rested on his arm yet again, nodding in understanding before facing the pond with the man soon following after her.

“I see her in you, Kim Hyunjin,” the man couldn’t help but let out a hearty laugh at how odd it sounded, the personification of the animal and to the child he had just been introduced to within the year—but he knew it to himself that he had to let the younger girl know, “I believe that you have the same gift as she did—though you haven’t entirely shown signs of it yet—you have the same spirit inside of you just waiting to be awakened. You’re a special girl, I hope you don’t ever forget that.”

Hyunjin felt her heart hammering against her chest as her eyes snapped back to what was currently happening in front of her, the voices she managed to tune out after they've entered through the doors, exchanged pleasantries pierced through her bubble of sudden recollection of the conversation between her and the past boss a few years ago. She scanned the men that had stood by the bottom of the steps, surrounded by over a thousand of your people as a man with a prince-like aura to him smiled cunningly at Haseul—almost trying his best to appeal to her for them to carry on with whatever they had wished to plead.

"My name is Joshua, and here standing beside me are my members—Jihoon, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Wonwoo—and our Heir, Lee Chan," Joshua gestured to the suit-clad men that stood behind him before placing a hand on Lee Chan's shoulder, the weight of his hand seemingly heavy as Joshua practically pulled him from where he stood to almost offer him to the Leader—something which Sooyoung visibly winced at and Haseul could only eye the group for, "he had ordered us to search the city, for a particular friend of ours that had been left.. Unhinged."

"Unhinged..? What do you mean?!" Sooyoung's commanding voice made Joshua falter in his position and had the Heir taking a step back, as if he was already cowering in fear when he felt a more gentler hands rest on his shoulders this time—the man with the long hair named Jeonghan smiled up at Sooyoung whom looked furious compared to the different sets of expressions that had been plastered on her members' features.

"We're not looking for any trouble, we're just here for our friend. We've come here to inform you of that."

"And you didn't consult us.. On the first day of your search?" Haseul slowly dragged, eyes moving from one member to another as she now had placed a hand on her hip, to which the tallest of the bunch—Mingyu—let out a nervous laugh that echoed through the tense atmosphere before making eye contact with Joshua who's eye could only twitch at him. He then shut his mouth and inched himself closer to a stone-faced Wonwoo, eyes dead set on Heejin who had refused to meet his gaze since they've entered the courtyard.

"And this friend of yours—you're certain that he's in this city?" Mingyu couldn't seem to keep himself neutral, nodding in an almost child-like manner as Haseul questioned them. Chan lifted his head to look grimly at Haseul's pondering gaze, he swallowed sharply just before pulling himself away from Jeonghan's hands, getting down to his knees and bowing down completely to the Leader, leaving everyone in shock at the pitiful scene.

"Dino—"

"Please help us, Y/L/N Boss! I'm begging you!" he cried, continuing to plead with his forehead against the gravel and his members stunned as they stood behind him. The smile plastered on Joshua's face slowly fell into a contemptuous expression as he stared down at his boss before he got down on his knees to completely face the man, placing his hands on his arms in attempt of getting him back up on his feet but the boss pushed him back with tears falling freely from his eyes.

"No! They'll kill him, Hyung! He's lost his mind but we can't just—he's still my brother!" Chan shouted at his member who slowly fumed at his boss' words, which made Mingyu quickly spring into action and grab ahold of Joshua as the man thrashed in his hold.

"That's what I'm trying to stop—you idiot! You think I want him dead!? He's as much of a brother to me as he was to you—"

"Shut up!" Sooyoung's voice cut through the heated argument before the boss and his member, leaving the two silenced in their positions as they glared harshly at one another. Sooyoung pinched the bridge of her nose before turning to Haseul who could only stare at the commotion in thought before she slowly ascended the steps and got onto Chan's level, the boss almost cowering in fear but the small smile that had graced Haseul's features had offered a slight ease to the man.

"This.. Brother of yours, do you have any idea where he could be right now?"

"Hyunjin!? What—hey! Unnie, help!" Sooyoung rushed to the other side of the entrance to where Heejin had practically held her best friend up on her feet, the men that had surrounded the meeting had pulled out their pistols and had them pointed at the members of the Lee Family. Haseul stood from her spot as Heejin and Sooyoung practically carried Hyunjin back into the Mansion with the Leader motioning for the goons to put their guns down—turning to look back down at the Lee Family with a completely blank expression on her face, asking them to follow her inside and talk to her about it in the lounge.

"Yah! Kim Hyunjin! You're crazy—get a grip!" Heejin's alarmed tone rang through Hyunjin's ears as the two members sat her down in the infirmary, one of the nurses that had been Kahei's pupil quickly excused herself at the sight of the three, knowing well enough that they were all capable of the same practices as she'd learnt from the Fifth girl—but if any of the three would be an exception in the art of medicine, it would be Ha Sooyoung.

"No, no—This isn't normal, Yves-unnie," Sooyoung placed her fingers over the girl's pulse on her throat as her other hand worked on checking her temperature then gently tugging down on the bottom lid of her eye, "Yves-unnie you have to listen to me, something's wrong—" Heejin had placed a bucket right next to Hyunjin just the girl looked just about ready to pass out. Sooyoung then told Heejin to grab the girl some water as she firmly held Hyunjin in place, not wanting to make the girl any dizzier in her already rattled state.

"Hyunjin, you need to breathe."

"I am! But please, call Jinsoul-unnie. Call her right now, this is—they're in danger! Unnie—just listen to me!" Sooyoung's eyes scanned the pleading girl's teary eyes, failing to find a hint of any uncertainty and so once Heejin had returned to the room, Sooyoung quickly instructed the girl to watch over her best friend before leaving the room and taking her phone out to dial Jinsol's number.

"Sol."

"Are you in the school right now?" Jinsol furrowed her brows at the question, pulling her phone away from her ear to stare at the caller ID that had clearly shown the number '9' before she pressed it back against her ear, looking down at the sandwich in hand and then the fast food place that had almost felt as if it was inviting her to buy more. Jinsol couldn't help but shake her head at the thought before sighing to herself, pulling the door open to let herself inside the car and shut the door behind her.

"No? It's my break time."

"Jinsoul—do you even know what the time is!?" the dark haired girl winced at Sooyoung's bitter tone as she started the engine and pairing her phone to the speakers, carelessly tossing it onto the empty passenger seat next to her before leaning back and unwrapping her meal.

"Isn’t it Y/N's third period? She's literally right across the hall from Gowon. She has it covered."

"That was over an hour ago! She's in the middle of fourth period right now!" Jinsol stared down at her meal for a moment before glancing at the clock on the dashboard that clearly said 11:12 instead of what she'd seen as 9:26 a few moments ago. The girl was slightly alarmed for a moment, only to remember that it basically meant you were in the middle of class—surrounded by civilians. 

They wouldn’t pick a fight with you there.. Right?

Jinsol quickly wrapped her sandwich before chucking it next to her phone and preparing to exit the driveway when Sooyoung told her that she was also on her way before she dropped the call.

Back in the school, Son Hyejoo was currently thinking about how she completely despised her Math teacher. Not only did the old lady had told her to stand in the back of the class when she asked Yerim if they had the same answers, but she also hated the woman for not letting her slide—not even once—about leaving her book behind when it was time for her class. Hyejoo could only walk down the halls of Blockberry High and make her way over to the lot, in hopes that her book was there—even if she didn't even do the damned assignment—just so she could continue sitting next to Yerim and watch the girl effortlessly solve the given problems, because watching the girl’s eyes light up was more entertaining than standing outside the hall until the class was dismissed.

The book had apparently manage to slide itself under her seat, most likely slipping out of her backpack that had always sat next to Yerim in the backseat—and though Hyejoo wouldn't call herself associated to any religion of some sort, she silently thanked whoever was watching her from up above as she shut the door of her car and started to make her way back to class.

And that's where she heard your voice.

“What do you want!?” you hissed harshly which made Hyejoo quickly duck against one of the cars closest to her, eyes setting on your fuming expression standing by the bench next to the vending machine as a tall figure wearing all black seemed to have took a slight step back, making him release your wrist that he had seemed to be holding as you clutched your arm to your chest, glaring at him. The man tilted his head to himself before looking back at you with an equally confused expression.

“What do.. I want?” he repeated slowly, furrowing his brows to himself as you stood there—not exactly knowing whether you should run or even attempt at a swing at the taller man—but you stood your ground, wanting to make sure he was gone before any of your members had caught up to what was happening and have the man even dare bring harm to any of them.

“I want power, of course. Enough for me and my members—and to command over fifty-thousand people..?”

“You’re stupid if you think killing a boss would mean you get to take over their Family.” you hissed as he looked at you like a kicked puppy, making him glance down—at what seemed to be a ring in his little finger that even Hyejoo can see from her hiding spot—before his expression snapped yet again to glare at you.

“You don’t know that! God, you all sound the same. You, Chan—I was the one that convinced them to let us go independent! Look where we are now!” his aggravated voice boomed through the lot, making you tense on your spot and take a cautious step back. Your eyes scanning the area for your members, finding Jungeun and Hyejoo’s cars that sat parked a few feet ahead of you which brought you an odd sense of comfort.

But it soon dissipated once it dawned into you that the owners were nowhere to be found.

One of them actually were, however.

“Alright then, I’ll take the lead.” your heart dropped the second your eyes followed the man's hand that had pulled a simple black pistol from behind him, his lips downturned as he popped the magazine to check if he had any bullets—giving you enough time to start running for your life—but instead, you stood there glued to your spot as he rolled his shoulders, smiling brightly at you and letting the nozzle rest in the middle of your temple.

“Now, be a good girl and take me to your members—” a blur of dark hair suddenly appeared from behind the unnamed man, the gun that was held against your forehead was quickly released into the air as the towering man flipped in his spot—falling head first onto the concrete behind him and was completely knocked unconscious before the gun slid a few feet away from him, with your eyes moving to settle on a familiar figure in front of you, eyes locked on the unconscious man with her hand gently holding onto your forearm as you stood there in shock.

"Hyejoo..? When did you..?" you barely even locked eyes with the younger girl when she was suddenly tackled onto the ground, the impact staggering you back in the process until you fell on your behind, watching the battle happening in front of you as you sat frozen in your spot. The supposed-to-be unconscious man had seemed to be aiming to grab ahold of Hyejoo by the neck, using his weight to keep the girl on the ground while his hands were being resisted by your member as she writhed under him. Your eyes quickly scanned for anything to help your member with—anything to knock the large figure that could’ve already ended the shorter girl under him if she weren’t trained—but as you did, your eyes kept flitting over to the pistol that had slipped from the man’s hold from earlier, your ears practically blocked out as the only thing you could clearly hear was the thudding of your heart in your chest.

"No! Y/N—look for Gowon-unnie! Gowon!" Hyejoo cried from her spot—as if the older girl was supposed to just appear out of nowhere once she called—when the man's fist had aggressively pulled back to swing itself onto the girl, aiming to hit her on the face but she managed to move her head the second it was supposed to land. His blood trickled down from his knuckles for them to meet Hyejoo’s cheek as she let out a piercing screech before starting to swing right back at him—landing a few solid strikes straight onto his dumbfounded state. You felt your heart falter at the possibility that the impact of his fist could've landed on the younger girl, making something inside of you snap and clambered to grab the pistol from the ground and stagger closer them, your hands shaking as you point pointed the weapon directly at the assailant with both hands supporting the weapon.

"Let go of her, or I swear—I will shoot." he stopped to look up at you from his position, the punches that Hyejoo had seemed to land on his face was evident at his busted brow and bloodied teeth as smiled ridiculously at you. Hyejoo had attempted another swing just as you had distracted him but he caught her fist without even looking down at her, continuing to maintain eye-contact with you in his bloodied state as he slowly started to laugh at the sight of you standing before him—hands shaking as you aimed his own weapon against him.

"You couldn't even move when I pointed a gun at you earlier—and you're telling me you'll shoot me? Go ahead, child, shoot me!” you swallowed thickly, clenching your jaw to will yourself into keeping the gun aimed at him but you couldn’t seem to ignore the sound of Hyejoo’s aggrieved grunts as she tried to get her hands out of his grip and the sight of her continued attempts at wriggling out of his weight.

“Hyejoo, I’ll get you out of there—”

“Shoot me or I swear—she’ll be unrecognizable by the time I’m done!” the last thing that had crossed your mind before you pulled the trigger was the members in your living room, the image of Sooyoung the first time she had told you that you could trust the members with your life—even though you’ve just met them. You could barely even feel the coldness of the weapon in your hands when several flashes of the members’ reassuring smiles directed to your clueless state when a bloodcurdling scream pierced through your senses, your eyes snapping over to the man you had managed to shoot just between his shoulder and his arm who had scrambled off of your member—panic setting in his features as he continuously muttered “no, no—I can’t die like this!” as he pressed a hand in his wound, shaken up by the sight of his own blood pooling across the sidewalk as he slowly seemed to be losing his consciousness in his spot.

"..Hey." your eyes snapped to the sight of a your bloodied member, the young girl eyeing you careful as you felt slight tug on the weapon you seemed to have kept in a tight grip. You let Hyejoo slip the weapon off your hands before watching the girl walk over to the frightened man—who raised a hand to beg for mercy—when the younger girl held the gun by the barrel to deliver a final blow through his insensible state, supposedly leaving him unconscious but it didn’t seem to be enough as he caught himself before he could fall on his front. Hyejoo then delivered a swift kick to his head that was surely enough knock him out for good just as a familiar blue car had just pulled over by the entrance of the school, the familiar figure of another one of your dark haired members quickly rushing over to the both of you with wide eyes as the pool of blood slowly spreading across the pavement.

"You're both.. Okay." Jinsol breathed in relief, a concerned expression on her face as Hyejoo wiped the drying blood stains on her cheek before turning to you and placing a hand on your forearm—cutting you out of your dazed state to look back at Jinsol’s uneasy gaze. You barely could move your head to nod in response but it seemed that the older girl got the idea, to which she just turned to face the unconscious man and reached over to grab his bloodstained hand— staring down at the ring in his finger with a indecipherable expression on her features before to whispering something under her breath just as several rushed footsteps made their way towards your group. You felt a hand pull you back and a figure quickly blocked you from the body in front of you, the blonde hair was enough for you to recognize that it was Jungeun as Jiwoo had seemed to have followed closely behind, turning to look at Hyejoo who wasn’t even looking at the the members—eyes directly trained on your still figure.

"Who did this!? Was it him!? Give me the gun Son Hyejoo!"

"No, Unnie—we're fine." the older girl moved to reach for Hyejoo’s face before deciding against it and pulling you in a tight embrace instead, the older girl cradling you at your motionless state. Chaewon, Yerim, and Yeojin had soon followed behind—the eldest of the three quickly grabbing ahold of Hyejoo by the shoulders to scan her for any injuries as the younger girl stood there with a pensive look on her face as she continued to stare at you.

"I don't understand—Hyejoo wasn't supposed to be here, if Hyejoo wasn't here.." Chaewon started, a gentle hand remained on Hyejoo's forearm before she turned to look at you with panic slowly settling in her features when Yerim gasped at the image that was set in front of you, her eyes moving to the gun that Hyejoo continued to hold by the barrel and piecing it together. She felt a slight tug on her shirt before turning to a guilt-ridden expression that had been on the youngest member’s state as she looked over to the vacant look that had set on your face as Jiwoo continued to hold you in her arms and tell you that you were alright.

"All of you, get yourselves back in Eden. Yves and I will get him medical attention when she gets here." Jinsol ordered from her spot, eyes moving to scan you and your members just as a familiar burgundy red sports car parked right next to Jinsol's at the front of the building. Sooyoung didn’t even shut her door before she had rushed over to where you stood in Jiwoo’s arms, the red-haired girl quickly taking you into her own as Jiwoo spotted her figure nearing the two of you. The older girl didn’t hesitate in reaching over and pulling Hyejoo in her other arm as well, just when her eyes started to tear up to which the younger girl couldn't help but groan at—slipping out of the older girl’s hold as you continued to be locked in Sooyoung's grip just as she had started to bawl her eyes out.

"Yves, he's bleeding out—we need to go."

"We'll be at Eden, Unnie. We'll be safe there! Please stop crying.." Jiwoo said from behind you, trying to console the older girl as she continued to stain your shoulder with her tears. Your arms gently reached over to pat the girl's back, your eyes finally willing themselves to take in your surroundings again as you watched Hyejoo and Chaewon walk over to Jinsol briefly—speaking to the woman whom had now held a hand against her forehead—before they nodding and making their way over to Hyejoo's car with Yerim and Yeojin. The two who you had just realized had been there the entire time held a disturbed expression in both of their faces, Yeojin looked just about as ready to leave with Hyejoo and the others.

They've most likely never experienced combat in a real setting before, just like you.

"Yeah, yeah—just give me a second," Sooyoung breathed deeply before pulling herself together, sniffling as her hands rested firmly on your shoulders—with you eyeing the distraught girl that looked as if she was going through an inner turmoil about the situation—making you reach over to fix her hair and give her what you could have only hoped was a small smile through your emotionless state, with a reassuring hand placed on her arm in front of you, "we'll settle this, so don't worry about it. Alright, Y/N?" you nodded in reply, not finding it in you to speak at all.

Sooyoung pulled away from you to face Jinsol, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand and wiping the tears in attempt to stop the continuous flow down her cheeks, completely turned away from you just as you felt a hand interlace with you—finding the usual bright smile wiped clean from Jiwoo's face, only to be replaced with a careful look as if sensing your delicate state. Your two older members lead you to Jungeun's car, with Jiwoo slipping herself with you in the backseat to just take you in her arms as Jungeun pulled out of the lot—with your eyes stuck on the image of Sooyoung and Jinsol quickly lifting the man by his arms to bring him to Jinsol's car just before they disappeared from your view.

You could barely feel a thing since the man had caught you by surprise, the image of his menacing smile stuck on a loop in your head as he pressed the nozzle against your forehead—the sound of the air being knocked out of Hyejoo's lungs when he tackled her down, the shot ringing through the lot just before Hyejoo pulled the gun away from you. Something has shifted just from the bloodied encounter, something you had somehow knew that you were going to stumble upon since you’ve joined the group—but you didn’t expect it to be so soon, for the situation to put you in such a spot that you could barely process fast enough what was happening in front of you. You didn’t know what came onto you, what made you even dare point a gun at a man just when he threatened a person you barely even knew.

But you’ve seen it, the way the members would lay their own lives in your stead—even Hyejoo whom you’ve never really exchanged a word with—something inside of you just clicked, a subconscious promise to offer your own life in also protecting theirs just as they would do to you. 

For now, you’re free to feel the heavy burden of your shattered morals.

For now, you’re allowed to grieve the loss of justified actions and put the safety of your members above all else.

For now, you mourn the death of Ha Y/N and fully embrace who you truly were.

Y/N Y/L/N, The Heiress.

Hi,

Any Carats following along with this series? I was a Carat way back in 2018 and I was juggling between Seventeen and Blackpink at the time. Actually searching up the members’ names was trippy because it’s just something you’d think that would stick with you for years. I think I liked them just when Oh My just came out—I’m sure that they’re my first big member group.

Wonwoo was my bias but before I left my boy-group agenda, I’ve been into DK. I’m proud of where they are now, and I’m honestly contemplating going back but I’m just so into LOONA that I don’t know how I’ll cope if I even miss a single release from them—even news from some TV program Chuu gets invited to lmao (we love a booked and busy queen though).

Anyways, where are the other members of the Lee Family? And how exactly will this play out with this crazed lunatic that tackled Hyejoo once he gets sent back to the Mansion? I have a few ideas already in mind~ And if I finish Act I before this month finishes.. Then what?

It’s getting crazier and crazier~

Oh, and Hyunhye FOTM today—I was writing this so I completely missed it but I read from orrery-nim for translations anyways, but I feel more pumped to write after that, oh boy..

This update was meant for tomorrow, but since Hyunjin breathed today I'll keep writing lmao the grip~

Laters,

JJ.

>ovc: V COOKIE (200213)

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