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Me *sobbing*
I wish I could I recall how we almost had it all
WHERE IS MY WIFE
#SJM#Maasverse#TS#loml#rowaelin#EoS#fangirl problems#I will never be over this#Sarah you could’ve just punched me it would hurt less#over a week since I read that scene and I will never be okay#tried to make a meme but even I can’t find dark moody humor in this
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falling for you
Three times Carlos had had his heart broken and one he could mend it.
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As a child, seeing a stray dog searching for food would be something to break Carlos' heart ― it still is, but he learned, as the years passed, that he couldn't help everyone. As a teenager, movies about dogs who died and listening to what people had to say on every single subject that didn't have to do with them would also be something to break his heart. As an adult, consequently, as a cop, humanity ― and the lack of it ― would be daily breaking the man's heart.
But, those were heartbreaks that he learned to deal with. Leaving dog food for a few stray dogs at his street, avoiding any Hollywood project that involved dogs, or pretending he was deaf when people started to mascarade cruelty with honesty. He also would repeat that "not everyone can be saved" after every shift, so he would not drive himself insane every night.
He didn't know, only, that none of those heartbreaks could've prepared him to see sadness and loneliness inside the most beautiful and shiny eyes he's ever seen.
He's been in love before, for a few times. If being honest, he could bet something around two or three, all of them being different for him to feel.
The first time was when he was thirteen, and that was this sweet boy that used to sit by his side at science classes. He never really talked about it, but he knew he could be in love with Morgan when, every time they hugged each other, a silly smile would come to his face.
But he never really tried anything. Firstly, because he was way too shy to directly talk to someone, and secondly because he would always imagine that it was nothing, and maybe it wasn't worth the risk. They were young, after all, and he was well aware that it was practically impossible for any relationship at their age not to have an end. He didn't like ends at all, so he would tell himself that it wasn't it. He never fell in love before that, so maybe he was just messing things up. It stopped hurting the next summer.
Falling in love with Morgan was easy and unnoticed. If he fell in love at all.
The second time, he was fifteen. There was this cute boy, always smiling and being kind and lovely, mainly with his girlfriend. Honestly, he would always laugh remembering how he loved to imagine what could be different in another reality, and how it lasted until he was seventeen and finished high school. It was even funnier to look back at those nights he would hold his pillow and let himself be sad for someone so out of reach.
Falling in love with Trevor was funny and lasting.
The last time still haunted the corner of his dreams. He was twenty-three, a young cop starting to get recognized by his supervisors, and he also dreamed about finding something ― someone ― as stable as his life was being.
He thought he had found that in Declan. It was sweet and soft, at the beginning. He was a kind, caring and picture-perfect man anyone could ever dream about. Until all those dreams became nightmares right in front of his eyes, and he seemed to be trapped in a severe case of dream paralysis.
He couldn't remember when the verbal aggression started, but he remembers the first time he stopped eating and worked out till exhaustion just because Declan said something about his thighs. He couldn't remember when he stopped talking, but he does remember the first few times the man said his voice was too weird and his opinions were shallow and irrelevant. He couldn't make himself remember when the first punch came, but he surely remembers the voice of the dispatcher telling him that the police were on their way.
He didn't remember when he last looked in the mirror, but he could never forget how his sergeant looked at him, that night.
That was a kind of heartbreak he never thought he would have to deal with himself. And it was so worse to think that what hurt the most weren't his broken ribs or the bruises all over his skin, but the way his heart seemed to be so small and so... Wasted. And what was even more painful was that that man didn't only leave his love aside, but made him leave himself behind in the darkness and doubt.
Falling in love with Declan was a mistake.
Carlos could still remember the pain of each one of the situations. How he would forget his feelings for Morgan by using the word "friend" again and again, or how he would just smile at Trevor and give advice about where to take Sarah on their anniversary. He could still remember the sleepless nights he spent at the hospital, the cruelly painful therapy sessions, or how ridiculous it was for a cop to flinch at anyone suddenly raising their voice or approaching him too fast or suddenly.
And yet, that none of those heartbreaks could've prepared him to see sadness and loneliness inside the most beautiful and shiny eyes he's ever seen. Nothing he'd been through could've made it hurt less to see tears streaming down his cheeks and his lips pressed so his sobs weren't too loud.
"TK?" he called as he opened the door. His eyebrows were almost pressed together, worrying at the moment he heard the knock on the door and not the keys clinging. "Babe?"
He moved so TK could walk in, and Carlos closed the door as TK sat on the couch, his knees brought up close to his chest and his elbows resting over it, his head buried in his arms. Carlos approached carefully, his steps soft against the floor. He sat beside his boyfriend, looking at him and waiting for anything; any move, word, sound, whatever. His hands were on his lap, and he didn't move at all.
"She's leaving again," TK said, still hiding his head on his arms, his voice heavy with tears and muffled by the position. "didn't even say a thing, she..." and a sob interrupted his sentence. Carlos stood still, not knowing what to say. TK was talking about Gwyn? Didn't she and Owen decide to try again? Weren't they expecting a baby together?
He had clearly missed something.
After a few minutes, TK was still crying, and he couldn't stop himself even if he felt pathetic. Carlos got closer, his knee slightly touching the side of TK's leg, and asked "Can I touch you, Ty?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he let his body slowly bend to the side, and Carlos quickly opened his arms so his boyfriend could make himself comfortable. TK put his head against Carlos' shoulder and his hand gripped tightly to the t-shirt the cop was wearing, as Carlos' arms were circling the smaller body and holding him tight. His hand drew circles on TK's back, trying to calm him down for the next few minutes until the paramedic was only sniffing quietly.
"Do you want to talk about it, babe?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. TK went silent for a while before saying anything, his tears, also silent, making Carlos' shoulder wet and his heart small.
"She's leaving," he said, his voice hoarse. Carlos couldn't be sure which were more broken; if TK's words and voice, or if his own heart. "My mom. She's leaving, going to New York again and-" he stopped, just for his next words to sound filled with anger and pain. "And she didn't even think about telling me".
Carlos kept quiet, waiting for TK to say everything he needed to.
"What was the point of all of this?" he asked, after a few amount of time.
"The point?" Carlos asked softly, considerably curious.
"Why did she come to Texas after all?" he said again. "Because I was shot? Because I can't remember a moment she sat by my side and talked to me. I can't remember of a second she asked if I was okay, or what was going on in my life" TK moved his head, looking at Carlos then. "The only time I heard her talking about me as if she was worried, was when she was blaming my father about me getting shot or about my overdose" he laughed humorless, looking at the ground. Carlos wished so bad he could take it all away. "And that's even ridiculous because they don't even remember that today's..." and he stopped himself.
Carlos frowned at his reaction to the half-said sentence.
"Today?" Carlos asked. "What is today?"
TK tried to pull away and Carlos let him, seeing how he seemed to try to hide among the furniture. He looked down, biting his lip and curling his body in a ball.
"Ty, babe" he called again, getting closer and touching his boyfriend's arm as he didn't pull away. "Amor, what is today?"
He murmured something that Carlos couldn't understand.
"Cariño..." he called again, and TK sighed.
"One year," he said. "I'm one year sober, today".
Carlos' eyes opened wide, and he let go of TK's arm for a second in his choked reaction. TK lowered his head as if he was ashamed of admitting it. Carlos couldn't help but smile, suddenly, and he made his way to be kneeling in front of his boyfriend.
"Ty!" he said. "Oh, God, Ty!" he laughed, and TK held his head up just a bit to see Carlos smiling with tears in his eyes and an oh-so-beautiful smile on his lips. "This is incredible, you're incredible! Oh, por Díos, I'm so, so proud of you, love" he said, and TK seemed to be confused, his bright green eyes still wet and vulnerable.
"You are?" he asked, his voice so low that Carlos could barely hear.
"Of course, yeah, I am," he said, holding his boyfriend's hands in his. "Eres tan fuerte, mi amor" he whispered, slowly getting up so he could press his forehead to TK's. "Tengo tanta suerte de tenerte"
"What does it mean?" he asked shyly, and Carlos laughed briefly.
"I'm so lucky to have you," he said. "You're so strong, my love".
There was a glimpse of hope before TK sighed, shrugging.
"It doesn't matter," he said. "Not even my father remembers it, and I-"
"And you've been sober for a year, after all that happened to you. After moving out of New York to a completely new town, after getting a new team, a new job. After risking yourself daily, after getting shot" Carlos listed patiently, taking TK's face between his caring hands.
"After recovering from it, and deciding to risk yourself all over again. After having so many bad days, so many reasons to give up, you've been sober. You've been through your worst days wide awake and facing everything strongly and fiercely, just because you didn't want to give up. Of course, TK, it matters. You matter, love. To your team, to your father, even if he's being an idiot. And, to me, TK, you're just everything" his eyes were deep on TK's teary ones, and he could only smile. "It might not be much at all, but just so you know that you're so much for so many people and absolutely everything for someone else."
TK couldn't stop more tears to fall silently, as he stared into those beautiful brown eyes that meant the world to him. He sighed again, a little laugh getting out of his lips as he smiled just a little bit. Carlos smiled widely, happy that he could at least get a smile from the other man.
"It's everything" TK whispered, then, making sure his nose touched Carlos' and his breath reached his mouth. "It's not "not much at all". It's everything. You're everything," he said, leaning forward to press a kiss against the cop's lips.
Despite the salty tears, the kiss was just as sweet as all of their kisses were; it tasted like comfort and caring. TK could feel the tension and heaviness of the morning leaving his body as he slowly stood up just so he could wrap his arms around Carlos' waist. Between kisses, Carlos smiled and hugged his boyfriend back, just to break another kiss and leave a few ones on his boyfriend's pretty face. The paramedic smiled, putting his forehead against Carlos once more and tightening the grip on his body.
"I love you," he said, and the slightly taller man smiled.
"Te quiero, cariño" the latino whispered back. "You can't even imagine how proud I am of you, TK Strand. The strongest man I've ever known" his hands were kind while caressing TK's body slowly. The act was sweet, and TK could easily melt. "And that's not even the best part, to get to know you".
TK chuckled a little, knowing that Carlos's next words would be just as sweet as his tone.
"Yeah?" he said, hiding his face on the crook of his boyfriend's neck. "And what would the best part be?"
"I'm lucky enough to have this strong and incredible man loving me just as much as I love him," he said, and TK could feel his heart racing. He doubted he could ever react differently to Carlos Reyes. "Did I mention he's the love of my life?"
TK could feel tears in his eyes again.
"Yeah?"
Carlos nodded.
"Yeah" he agreed. "He's the strongest man I've ever known, he loves me and, one day, I'll marry him" his voice was barely above a whisper as he felt TK's grip tighten, and he smiles softly and put his lips against his ear. "Can you believe it?"
TK laughed against Carlos' warm skin, nodding happily.
"I can" he answered, moving again so he could face Carlos once more. "Thank you".
Carlos smiles.
"Always. And forever" was his reply. "And, although you're unfairly gorgeous even crying, I'd love to make you forget the reasons you had to cry for, especially today".
TK smiled.
"What do you suggest?"
"First? A nap" he said. "Then? I'll call Paul, Marjan, Mateo, Judd, Grace, and Nancy to come over so we can celebrate the strongest person we all know" his voice was soft and full of love. "while eating tacos and seeing Marjan destroy everyone on every videogame we can find. What do you think?"
"Only if you promise me cuddles too," he said, smiling just as much as Carlos.
"Anything else?"
"Nah," TK said, pressing a quick kiss to Carlos' mouth. "I don't need anything more than you".
While TK snored softly beside him, a few minutes later, Carlos could only think about how the sight of TK crying could break his heart more than anything else, and how the simple knowledge he was okay and even a little bit happy was enough to mend every crack in his soul.
Falling for Morgan had been easy and unnoticed. Falling for Trevor had been funny and lasting. Falling for Declan had been a mistake.
Falling for TK was just right.
#tarlos fic#tarlos#tk x carlos#carlos x tk#carlos reyes#tk strand#911 lone star fic#carlos reyes x tk strand#my fic#911 lone star#paramedic tk
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After Wakanda Short 3: A Formal Introduction
A quick flashback to how Cate and Thor actually met one another, as well as Cate meeting Loki, takes place between Chapter 6 and 7 of A How To in Avenging
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Warnings: None AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26674357/chapters/71847918 POV: Cate Sweadner (Original Female Character) Takes place between Chapters 6 & 7 of A How to in Avenging
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A Formal Introduction: Cate POV
I took liberties when it came to restricted areas. The worst that ever came of it was a talking to from Coulson about how I need to ‘respect the authority of the regulations blah blah listen to me because I’m a SHIELD agent.’ I usually didn’t listen to him. Besides, if Sarah had been allowed back here, surely so was I.
Making my way through the final set of doors, I marched out into the room where the supposedly evil god was being kept in a fish bowl- Sorry, my bad, highly secure SHIELD containment facility that he definitely won’t get out of later. He noticed me as soon as I came in, but said nothing until I was standing directly in front of the glass.
“Hey-” I began.
“Let me stop you there,” he spat, less than pleased to see me, “Whatever tricks you think you’re going to pull on me, it won’t work. Your people have already sent that other girl to try and get information out of me, and you can ask her for yourself how well that went.”
“Short? Glasses?” I held my hand about a foot above the ground for emphasis.
“That’s the one.”
“Yeah, that’s Sarah-”
“And now they send you.” He glared at me, taking a moment to conclude that I wasn’t worth shit to him, before scoffing, “I thought they’d send people a bit more qualified. Honestly, this is more insulting than anything else.”
I shrugged it off, “Heard Rogers kicked your ass. That’s got to be more insulting than anything I could ever do to you.”
No response.
“It’s cool, I don’t like him either. He’s so.... Virtuous, it’s gross,” I grimaced, then straightened my posture to put on my best Steve Rogers impression, “Oh heck! The world is in danger! Good thing my good morals and stellar patriotism will protect us all! God bless the USA!”
He seemed slightly amused, but did his best to cover it up, “No, stop it. You can’t just parade around, making fun of Captain America because you think it’ll make me like you. If you want information so badly, try a little harder.”
I laughed and took a seat in front of him, “I’m not trying to interrogate you, I got bored. I’ve never seen a god up close, and honestly, I’m a little underwhelmed.”
“...You haven’t spoken to Thor?”
“I’ve seen him around, but we've only spoken a little. Nothing I consider a real conversation. I believe he only showed up around the same time as you did,” I muttered, “Anyway, you must be Loki. Nice to finally meet you.”
“You may take that back soon,” he warned, stepping closer to the glass, “You don’t seem-”
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a deck of cards, “Solitaire?”
Something about this request must’ve set him off, as he slammed his hand against the wall and shouted, “Enough! Whatever you’re trying to do, enough! I’m not playing whatever ridiculous game you want me to take part in! We are not friends, we are not teammates, you’re just wasting my time!”
I scooted back a little, a bit shocked at his sudden outburst, but it wasn’t as if he could do anything but yell from in there, so I just sighed and began shuffling, “So be it. I’ll play by myself.”
“HEY!” the door behind me slid open, causing Loki to jump away from the wall.
I slowly turned to see Thor running towards me, grabbing my shoulder and yanking me into a standing position. I scowled, swatting his arm off of me, “You made me drop my cards-”
“You cannot be in here!” he insisted, getting in my face, “Who even let you in here?”
“I... Let me in here,” I held up a plastic ID card, “I mean, this isn’t my card, but technically-”
He snatched the card from my hand and inspected the writing on it, “Did you steal Agent Coulson's ID card?”
“I found it on the ground,” I lied, offended that he would even suggest such a heinous act, “I was going to give it back eventually.”
“Doesn’t matter, you need to go,” he went to grab my shoulder again, but I jumped back, nearly tripping into the glass.
“Under whose authority? Last I checked, you didn’t have any status with SHIELD whatsoever!”
“Listen well, I am a god of Asgard, and this matter is none of your business.” I was all out of space to back up, now stuck between the wall and Blondie over here.
“Sounds fake,” I grumbled, knowing full well that it wasn’t, “Let me play my game in peace.”
“Sounds fake?” he scoffed, shaking his head, “No, no, I’m Thor. ...God of Thunder? Surely you’ve heard of me.”
“Oh, well in that case, I’m Cate, God of Leave Me the Hell Alone Please,” I joked, “And I may not be as powerful as you, but at least I don’t look like a Barbie who joined a bodybuilding contest.”
Snickering behind me turned my attention back to Loki, who was fully immersed in our bickering, “Oh, brother, are you just going to take that?”
“I will be the better person, yes,” he huffed, “Now what did you tell her?”
“He didn’t tell me anything important,” I promised, “He just really hurt my feelings!”
“Dammit, Loki!” Thor shoved me aside so he could chew out his brother, “What have you done to this nice woman?”
Nice woman? I’ve done nothing but bitch at him since he came in here. Where the hell did he get that idea?
Loki shot a glance at me, where I was trying not to laugh. Rolling his eyes, he groaned, “She’s being dramatic, all I did was refuse to play some ridiculous card game. How the hell am I supposed to play from in here anyway?”
“Oh, you could’ve just told me where you wanted to put the cards-”
“But then you’d be looking at my hand the whole time.”
"Fuck, my genius plan’s been foiled!”
“That’s enough,” Thor decided, yanking me away and hauling my ass back towards the door, “You don’t need to be talking to him.”
“UUUUGH!” I tugged against him, but it was no use. “Bye, Loki.” I waved obnoxiously as Thor pitched me out the door, “When you get out of there, give Rogers and extra punch for me!”
The door shut, sealing me and Thor outside. He crossed his arms, preparing a lecture. “That’s a horrible thing to say about your teammate.”
“We aren’t technically teammates,” I mumbled, “And I’ll say what I like. Besides, it’s just a joke, relax.”
“Good, well, I’m glad you’re unharmed,” he held out his hand, “Now that we’ve all calmed down and removed Loki from the situation, I’d like to re-do that introduction. I’m Thor Odinson.”
“Cate Sweadner.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Cate.”
“Well of course it is!”
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wrong direction
tagging: @rachelxbarbra, @opheliameeks
location: Ophelia’s place.
time frame: June, 11th.
about: In the aftermath of Quinn’s letter, Rachel and Ophelia discuss feelings and the course of action.
warnings: Just dialogue.
"Give me pointers, not gonna read all of that"
"Quinn basically wrote me a letter explaining why she had to break off our engagement. The entire letter is premised on how she was.. scared. Of letting me down. Of things being seemingly too perfect that she expected 'the other shoe to drop' and how she would be inevitably dragging me down if we continued on with this."
"..she also mentioned seeing me include her family in our wedding plans and that her family knew nothing about me. I always thought it was because she didn't care but I never knew that me not meeting her family was.. deliberate on her part. I suppose she was scared. Her parents never were the most accepting ones from what I heard and I know she was never ashamed of us but.. is it bad of me to feel slightly hurt by this? Ophelia, I met all of her siblings in this godforsaken town and none of them knew me. And I was about to spend the rest of my life with their sister."
"You know that makes absolutely anything less shitty, right? In fact, it's even worse"
"Also, I knew that; she told me before I threaten to punch her"
"I don't know why she sent me this. Granted, I may or may not have pressed her to do so, but she kept being cryptic about writing something about me to me so naturally I had ask what it was. But... why did she write me this? Why just now? Why couldn't she just told me all this before she left New York?"
"Cause you have a pretty bad taste in girls and she wants you back now that she saw you"
"But... she said she won't. She said it herself in this letter that she just wanted to explain herself. But I don't know what good she hoped to achieve in this because I'm just.. more confused. I didn't even think that was possible now that I know the reasons why she left. And goodness, Ophelia. She threw away a perfectly happy relationship for this.. it makes me mad. She could've just talked to me about this! Wasn't that the point of us getting married? That we would've shared everything together, even our fears?"
"It kinda proves you guys weren't ready to get married and that the whole thing is a scam, like I told you. Maybe she wants closure? So now you don't have this big question mark above your golden star you were above your head like a Sims"
"..weren't we? Everything used to be perfect. We were happy. We had the rest of our lives planned together."
"...perhaps, you're right. Maybe this was because she wanted closure. I suppose I should take it the same way on my end, right? It was always hard not knowing why she had to leave me but now I do."
"Remember when we watched Sex and The City 1 and you hated it?"
"..you know I dislike the things touched by Sarah Jessica Parker. But what about it?"
"I know but remember how they were happy before they decided to be happy forever, or some shit like that? Marriage fucks things up. Just like Voldemort's inability to be clear about anything but the stupid ass dog she made you get"
"Perhaps you're right. But I like to think that Quinn and I would've made it work. We always have. But I suppose it's pointless to think about something that's been over and done with, isn't it? I don’t know how to feel about this."
"You can feel however you want. Want me to throw toilet paper to her car? Wouldn't that be fun?"
"Please don't."
"What do I do now, Ophelia? How do I respond to this? Part of me wishes I never pushed her to give me this, I would've been perfectly happy trying to push her away because I never knew why she left me. But a part of me is grateful because at least I know now. I'm just utterly lost on what to do now."
"I think you should decide it after we get super drunk. Say you got it, need time to process it and then we can go to the weird ass road trip you and Andrea want. You can decide when we get back"
"That seems like the best idea. She can't just spring this up on me and expect a coherent response immediately after, right? Although I do plan on visiting her soon-- I mean Oliver. I need to come see him soon. I'm hoping she doesn't bring it up when I'm not ready yet."
"Before she says anything, you give your Rachel Berry pose, the one with the hands on the hips and she will shut up. She has been with you forever, she knows the drill"
"She was. I probably won't even have to. I'm sure she'll think you're around me somewhere ready to throw a brick if she does anything out of the line. Which I appreciate, by the way. Even though I don't condone violence, even towards my ex-fiancee."
"Bitch deserved it, what can I say? Just tell her you will figure out later"
"I will. Maybe I'll just talk to her before I leave for New York. That conversation's been long overdue anyway."
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feeling a little angsty, can you write about a scenario where mc has been kidnapped by rika and her followers. she tortures mc (beaten, force to drink the elixer) because she sees mc as a threat and everyone in the rfa loves her especially jumin. She thought jumin only have eyes on her. How would jumin react to this? Will he be traumatised because of almost losing mc and seeing her beat up condition? I really love to see a desperate jumin. If you're not comfortable please ignore this request
Sorry for the wait, I hope you enjoy it! (Feedback is appreciated)
Word count: 2680
Trigger Warning: Torture, choking, injuries, Minty Eye spoilers, true name spoilers
Everything was going according Jumin’s plan. Jaehee even had to place an order for more evidence and resources to be made for the press to use. His father had sent him a simple text apologizing and that they would talk about this later. Everything was perfect, except he was about to start pushing people out of his way to get to V. He needed to know: where was she? Despite the RFA members congratulating him successfully dealing with Sarah, her sister, and all the lies, and the reports that the benefit was still making money for the charities, everything was hallow, and quiet compared to the panic that threatened to swallow him whole.
MC had promised she would be there, she had promised she would wear the dress Jumin sent with her. V had promised she would be safe. If she was safe then why hadn’t she returned to him? Jumin kept his face composed so no one knew how much he struggled to breathe or how tight his throat was getting. Where was she?
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MC trembled and shivered in the corner of the cell. She wasn’t sure if a day or two had passed or more. Her stomach turned in on itself, gurgling with hunger. It was a more enjoyable sensation than acknowledging what had happened to her leg which caused her to whimper each time she tried to move it. Enough time must have passed that she knew she had missed the party, she thought about how Jumin would be worrying, she thought about how V apologized and how everyone told her she would be safe there in that old apartment. The address had been kept secret after all.
So who was the woman who had been waiting there for her, and how had she known MC’s name? The woman had a sweet expression on her face when MC entered the apartment. Her green eyes were bright and joyful, and her long blonde hair bounced as the woman nearly skipped around the place as if she owned it. “MC! I was getting so worried about you, are you alright? How was it at Jumin’s?”
“Oh, uh,” MC had taken a step towards the door, but it swung shut behind her revealing a pink haired man standing behind it. He relaxed against the door, his eyes and smile wide, but in a way that had MC’s knees shaking. “Jumin… was good?” How much could she say? Were these two with Sarah?
“Oh? Just good? You two didn’t get up to anything did you? No kisses, nothing like that?”
“What? N-no.” She fumbled.
“Oh dear, seems we have a liar~” The woman spoke to the man in a sing song tone. “I think it’s time to take her with us.”
“To paradise.” The man purred from behind MC.
The blonde woman’s eyes went cold snapping her attention to him. “NO.”
The tension in the room had made MC scared to even take in a breath, confused what they meant. Did the guy plan on killing her? Paradise? What was-
“Not to paradise, she needs to be… cleansed first.”
“Of course.” MC’s arms were yanked back as he grabbed her. “I can take care of it.”
“This is a special case, I will oversee it.” MC’s arms strained back as he had tightened his grip. The woman approached and seemed to be carrying a bottle of some sort of blue liquid. “Drink.” MC had pressed her lips together her mind racing through all the possibilities it could be. The woman muttered something under her breath as she squeezed MC’s jaw till her mouth opened enough for her to shove the opening of the bottle in, pushing it in as if she wanted to shove the entire bottle itself down MC’s throat instead of just the liquid. “Drink!” The liquid burned as it welled up in her mouth, she pinched MC’s nose. Forcing her to drink the liquid or suffocate.
It burned and her vision started to swim almost instantly. Her body tightened as the burning spread through her causing her to wrench in agony. It had felt like the potion, or whatever it was, had seeped through her veins and was slicing her open from the inside. Her throat tightened around the screams she had tried to cry out. She wasn’t sure if they moved her while she was still awake, every inch of her hurt and even the brush of her clothes made it worse, or if she had blacked out before they moved her.
It wouldn’t be the only time the bottle is shoved down her throat. When she woke up she found herself in the strange cell drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her, and her lips were starting to crack from dehydration. A strange man in a robe offered her another blue bottle as her ‘breakfast’ to ‘help what ailed her’, and when she declined the woman appeared again. Taking the bottle from the guy as he offered it to her, calling her ‘Savior’.
“I’m sure you may prefer strawberry pancakes at this point, but this is for your own good.” MC had even less energy to fight back as it was forced between her lips. As the wet hit the back of her dry mouth she had swallowed by reflex. It didn’t burn as much this time, however it meant she stayed awake as she twisted on the floor, unable to make it stop hurting, she clawed at into her shoulders as she tried to wrap her arms around herself. Anything to make the pain subside. This time she could scream.
For a while the ‘Savior’ stood there watching, then suddenly she charged in demanding her to stop. “Stop it!” ‘Savior’s nails dug into MC’s cheeks as she forced MC to look at her. “You stop screaming or I’ll teach you real pain.”
MC didn’t stop screaming, she also wasn’t sure what the woman had hit her leg with.
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The RFA was mobilized, seeking any and all information they could for MC’s whereabouts. Luciel was the one who brought Jumin to the apartment’s location. There were some strange stains near the entryway, but otherwise it was just as MC had left it before coming to visit him. “Where is she?” Jumin mumbled to himself again as he had been for the past few days. Luciel glared at the cameras that he had been watching from. But the footage of that night showed them nothing. It had been erased while they were busy dealing with everything else, while Luciel was trying to get ahold of V.
Luciel didn’t stir as Jumin punched the wall leaving an indent. His knuckles were scrapped when he retracted his fist, but neither of them cared as they tried to think of any other path that they could take to finding her.
-
The wound on the leg had turned a sickly color and MC kept tugging down the short dress she had been changed into at some point, trying to cover the sight of it. From the corridor of stairs she heard a strange rustling noise. From the stairs descended what seemed to be an angel for a moment, before MC realized it was only an angel of suffering.
‘Savior’ twirled around in the blue dress that MC was supposed to wear to the party. The one Jumin picked out for her. “It is really a gorgeous dress. Jumin has such good taste don’t you think?” She spun to show off how the fabric rippled. “Ah… to think this could’ve been mine. Course, it wouldn’t have been the first thing you took from me is it?”
“Wha…” MC tried to focus on her, tried to get the question out but instead she started shaking more, it was nearly impossible to warm up. Her skin was hot to the touch, and she kept sweating, but it was so cold.
“You took everyone. Who do you think you are? You’re not me. You’ll never be me. That party? It was only a success because of Jumin, don’t think you’re special. You hardly got us anything to work with. Do you know how useless you are and how much work we had to do because of you.” MC’s cage opened easily, she wasn’t entirely sure they locked it anymore. She pulled herself tighter into the corner as ‘Savior’ stalked over. “You can’t replace me, and all you do is cause me problems!” She lifted her skirt and a shiny black shoe was aimed towards MC’s head.
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Jumin’s phone lit up with Zen’s face. Jumin held his breath, not saying anything as he answered.
“She’s in the mountains.” Zen was gasping, his voice seemingly slurred from unused. He had been taking sleeping pills in hopes of staying asleep, hoping he would dream something again that they could use.
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“Pathetic.” The word was sneered at her, but she had very little energy to open her eyes to see who said it. But she wasn’t aware of how much her head hurt, she couldn’t breathe through her nose, which left her gasping and crying as a sharp pain in her side hurt with every inhale.
“Why did you have to go to him. You were supposed to be my Princess, waiting in a tower, and I’d rescue you.” Was that the same voice as before? It was harsh and quiet. “You were never meant to be his, HE was never meant to love you. It’s disgusting that you seem to he was your fairytale happily ever after~” The person giggled, “here’s your happily ever after. No Prince is going to save you.”
The person tipped MC’s head, she cried in pain, tears trying to streak down her cheeks but seemed to get caught in something matted and dried on her face. “Shh, shh,” the person cooed, “it’s alright, it’ll be over soon.” They held a bottle to her lips, MC could creak one eye open, the other one still refused, and she could see a bottle that was nearly glowing in the dark of her cell. The liquid was thick and seemed to coat her throat as it flowed freely, she tried to sputter and turn her head, weakly shaking ‘no’. “Now now… drink every last drop. That’s a good girl~”
MC felt like she was still trying to swallow it long after the bottle had been pulled away. The person gently set her head down, and muttered to themselves, “if I can’t have them, no one can- hehehe.” They dissolve into a giggle fit as a lot of banging was heard above. MC kept swallowing, she urgently needed to breathe, but she couldn’t clear her throat! The person took off running down the row of cells.
There was a thunder of noise echoing around MC as the tears kept flowing, stinging her face in the same way the liquid did going down.
“MC?” A voice cut through the din of excited shouts. MC wanted to scream as her body was moved, instead she sputtered, and felt something warm oozing from her mouth. “MC!”
-
It was a sight Jumin never ever wanted to see again. The amount of blood, vomit, and the strange chemical that had also seemed to dye MC’s tears a sickly green had made Jumin want to rip every brick of that building down brick by brick. He had hit the first person who tried to take MC away from him. The blood and strange fluorescent liquid seeped from her mouth and a little through her broken nose.
She would be saved of course, he refused to let anyone think there was any other alternative. V did try to approach him, tried to apologize. Jumin turned his back on his friend choosing instead watch the ambulance as it raced meet the helicopter that would take her to the nearest hospital. He needed to get in his car to follow them but- “You promised she would be okay.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know that she would do this.”
“Who?!” Now Jumin spun on him, clutching the front of V’s shirt, he was shaking, and suddenly all he wanted to see was V’s glasses smashed into his blind face.
“I… was going to tell you before, but Rika is…” He looked back towards the building and at Luciel who stood not too far away from them. His face a blank expression himself, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched the two of them.
Jumin growled, “You better find her. Don’t even think of talking to me until you can bring whomever is responsible to me.” He pushed V down and turned to hurry to the car.
“Jumin!”
“Don’t!” As he started to peel out of the driveway to catch up he could see Luciel standing over V.
-
It was a long road to recovery. MC never left the penthouse. Neither she nor Jumin wanted that. Jumin did most of his work from home, video conferencing if he had to make an appearance. There were only a few people allowed into the penthouse: Jaehee, the maid, the head of security, and MC’s new doctor.
Jumin took a crash course in how to take care of MC which he learned quickly and performed to perfection. Which was good as this wasn’t the first doctor MC had. The very first one had agreed to an out of court settlement for the assault he faced at Jumin’s hands.
The doctor had only wanted to set up a drip to help MC’s hydration that suffered as they tried to flush the drug from her. But the moment MC whimpered as the needle touched her, Jumin only saw red. It was a good thing Jaehee had been dropping off files for him, or he would’ve killed him.
The cane he picked out for MC was beautiful, it had gold inlays that looked like little cat paw prints. She would most likely be walking with it for the rest of her life. While they could save the leg there had been enough damage that she struggled some days to completely lift it off the ground.
One morning Jumin was out in the kitchen preparing breakfast for her, trying to follow the recipe that Yoosung had shared in the chatroom. There was a thud in the next room, and Jumin dropped the bowl, shattering it and sending egg flying everywhere. Running to the room Jumin found MC laying on the floor looking up at him with a lopsided sheepish grin. Her nose had a tiny bump in it, but that was all that was left as evidence after the surgery. But the bruises took longer to heal, and the scars were still faint from the gashes that she sustained during some kind of beating. His heart was beating to hard he swore he could hear it thundering in his ears.
“MC!” He hurried to scoop her into his arms, “are you alright? Can you breathe? Does it hurt anywhere?” He searched her, remembering how they had to be careful of the ribs that had been fractured.
“No, I just- I had left my cane over there last night and my foot is giving me some trouble today.” She tried to laughed, but Jumin noticed and quickly kissed away the tears that started in the corners of her eyes.
“Shh-” MC went stiff as he tried to calm her, “sorry, hey, hey… it’s okay. It’s me.” Jumin carried her out of the room and into the kitchen where he gently set her on a stool. He knelt before her. “MC. I swear to you, I will never let anyone hurt you again. I would die before I let danger befall you. You have my word. I love you, and the thought of-” He pressed his forehead to her knees. The words choked him. She leaned forward and gently started running her fingers through his hair, it helped him relax, but instead of words sobs escaped his lips. He would burn the whole world done to get the person who did this to her.
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