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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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NAMJOON

Joon would be so into it. Might even be the one to suggest it to be honest. He wouldn't hesitate at all if you were coming out and saying you wanted to try roleplaying because he'd more than likely would be thinking the same thing.

He'd get really involved when it came to what roles you wanted to play and would want to make it as realistic as possible. Namjoon would take his role very seriously and wouldn't break character the entire time. And seeing you getting into the characters and hearing the things you come up with to say would turn him on like crazy.

Out of all the roles and scenarios the two of you have come up with, his favorite is undoubtedly professor/student. He would, of course, purchase a cute uniform for you to wear while he came dressed in a pair of glasses and a nice suit. Joon would even went as far as re-renting the set used for their Boy In Luv music video, to truly set the tone of your scene.

How into it he gets really has you sticking to your character and him taking his role so seriously is what makes roleplaying with him that much more fun.

JIN

The two of you wouldn't do it often, since it would require a bit of planning before hand Jin really enjoyed going for it whenever the moment felt right. He'd be interested to try if you were bringing it up to him and would take it seriously for the most part. When you had first mentioned it, he thought that you were only kidding.

But once he knew that it was something that you actually wanted to do, he'd be into trying it out just to see a smile on your face. Before, during and after. The scene would be something simple, since it is something that the both of you would be new at.

Something easy that is overplayed in pornos, he'd play the delivery guy – whether it was pizza or a package. Jin would try his best with keeping up with the character and saying the right thing. In the back of his mind, he's wanting to fast forward to the part where he'd actually get to drop the act and do what he's best at. Making you feel good.

Once you'd be getting down to it, Jin would end up breaking character more often. His personality leaking through, but of course you didn't mind it. You thought it was cute how hard he tried to stay in character just to end up breaking it to tell you he loves you.

YOONGI

It wouldn't necessarily be on the top of Yoongi's list, much more preferred just fucking you regular without all the tricks and gimmicks, but he wouldn't protest if he saw that it was something that you really wanted to try or if it was something that he knew you were into. He just wouldn't care too much about it.

Since he's pretty blasé about the whole thing, he wouldn't get too into his character and would choose the most simple scenario to get into. Strangers who just met and decided to sleep together would be his go to because he can just ct as if he doesn't know your body like the back of his hand. Of course, he'd be dropping character halfway through, not being able to hold back from making you moan.

You'd find it funny, because he would try to keep it together but at the end of the day it just wasn't for him. It didn't matter much, though. Overall, you always enjoyed yourself when the two were together you had zero complaints.

There are times, though. Where he has literally surprised you in public. Acting like an actual stranger and baiting you to come home with him. Instances like those were extremely rare, but you loved the randomness of them.

HOSEOK

The first time you met Hoseok was at one of his shows. A chance meting behind the arena when he was getting into his car. You had enjoyed the show, sad to leave and annoyed that the Uber driver had you walking all over the place just to be picked up. Your merch a dead giveaway that you were a fan, so he was easily striking up conversation.

Your ride came just as he was working up the courage to ask f you wanted to spend more time together. Instead, you're taking his number and spending the entire car ride home and the rest of the night talking to each other.

It as safe to say that, that was his favorite moment. With how fond he grew of you after the fact, he's thankful for his friends urging him to go say hi to the pretty girl. He would be the one to suggest roleplaying after you were showing the slightest bit of interest in it.

He loved and cherished the relationship that the two of you had, but it never truly left his mind what it would've been like if you had slept together the first night you met. So reliving your first meeting with the addition of claw backs and sweaty kisses would be a lot of fun for him. And for you too, sleeping with him that first night was something you wondered a lot about too.

JIMIN

It would be your idea from the start of it, but Jimin would be down or the experience. Even though you had brought it up, he would take over the planning of it, wanting the whole thing to be as dramatic and creative as it possibly be. Which meant costumes and intricate well rounded characters. An entire theater production in your bedroom.

He'd be all smiling cheeks the day everything came in for your night together. Announcing that out of the options you had told him to pick from, he chose the angel and demon scenario. Him as the angel, of course. Some wings for him to wear and a latex one piece for you.

Unlike normal nights between the two of you, you'd be in complete control. Him as an angel caught at the hands of a vengeful demon. It was cute to you how much thought he put into the story and you'd easily find yourself slipping into your role.

Despite the amount of care he put into getting this night together and how excited he was up to this day, Jimin would be breaking character almost immediately. Which you would find hilarious and wouldn't budge to his whining. It wasn't often that you got to take control and with safe words in place, you could comfortably make him squirm with or without roles.

TAEHYUNG

As for fully thought out scenarios, Taehyung wouldn't be too into it. Wouldn't be too interested in getting into character and all that, but would naturally fall into a dominant role almost every time the two of you were venturing out to try something new. You liked how he got when he was in control, so not taking part in actual scenes really didn't bother you.

Safe to say, Taehyung new you and your body like the back of his hand – so not much guessing was needed when it came to pleasing you. The two of you liked to keep thing fresh and exciting in the bedroom and he was always down to try out whatever you wanted and vice versa.

Props aren't a stranger to the bedroom with you. Whether he's securing a leash around your neck or cuffing your hands to the headboard. He'd reach the height of his dominance in those moments, loved it the most when you were desperate for him so having you cuffed was the best in his opinion.

Switching wasn't something he did often or even thought about, but he'd let you have your fun for a little while he was going to take control again. Hardly ever did you try to cuff him and if you were to brave it – a punishment would definitely be in order.

JUNGKOOK

A lot of thought would be put into what roles and scenarios the two of you would play. Jungkook would be all for the idea and excited to do his best the moment you were bringing it up. For the majority of your relationship, the sex between the two of you has been pretty dry cut normal. Not boring, but nothing out of the ordinary.

So he was jumping on the chance to spice things up. The type of characters the two of you would play is the first thing he's figuring out. Grinning when you're agreeing to his superhero/villain idea. And he's quick to go out and buy costumes for the both of you.

Where you guys did it wouldn't really matter to him, fitting whatever spot it would be into his scenario. He knew that you were most comfortable in your shared apartment, so he'd get to putting something nice together for the two of you there.

He wouldn't for a second break character, playing the hell out of his superhero one rogue role. You, as the villain he caught and is more than ready to have his way with. Jungkook would make sure to make it fun for the both of you and with how serious he took his role, you'd be doing the same.

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tetrakys · 4 years ago

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Tetra, how do you think MCL's future will be? I mean, after this season, do you think beemoov will consider doing a new season? And if so, what would they show her? Sorry for the many questions 😅 I have been thinking about this for a while but I have no idea what they are going to do

At the moment I lean more towards the theory that the game is over and the company is moving towards something else, but we could try to speculate what they would be willing to do potentially keep the MCL brand alive. (long post)

The first thing everybody speculates is usually an Adult Life 2.0 with an older Candy with kids. I personally highly doubt it. There is not much market for this, in IIL? they have MC married with kids and they are making up the craziest plots to keep the interest alive, messing up their routes happy endings. I don’t think Beemoov would go there, it seems to me they are pushing everything they can about representing an adult life in this season. Of course it’s unlikely but not impossible, however my opinion is that this current timeline is going to be over by the end of this season.

This beg the question, what about other timelines? Two possibilities:

1) An University Life AU where Candy makes a different choice at the beginning and goes studying somewhere else. Hopefully a city where Armin and Kentin live and close to Lysander’s farm. This is what I wish to see the most but I also think that this scenario has about 0.0000000001% chance of happening.

2) They could make a bad ending AU, meaning another season picking up from this timeline’s bad ending, have Candy single again and a new set of crushes. If they were smart they would bring Lys, Kentin and Armin back but again I don’t believe this is going to happen, but I could see Eric be one of the crushes and a couple of new people. I don’t know if they would bring Nath and Cas back, at that point it would be a stretch, but they are their poster boys so they could if they really wanted to. But this would mean slipping very closely to Adult Life 2.0 with drama plots and as I said I don’t think this is going to happen. We already had our second chance with both of them, it would make more sense to bring at least Lys back, but... I doubt it. I see this scenario being slightly more possible than the previous one, but still very remote. At least for now.

So, if Candy’s story is over, does it mean that MCL is definitely over?

Not necessarily. MCL is their most famous brand so I don’t find it impossible that they would want to keep it alive somehow, with another protagonist but in the same city, same light-hearted tone and thematic. They would probably make a connection with the two stories so the protagonist would either be:

1) Candy’s daughter. This is complicated. Because they would either have to pick one LI as canon ending for Candy or never show up this girl’s parents ever, being brought up by our immortal auntie. It wouldn’t make much sense and anyway I don’t think Beemoov would want to go there. I think Candy’s ending is going to be pretty open when it comes to children.

2) Another character’s daughter. And this is where I think there is a higher probability. We have been shown down our throat a little girl, forcing us to love her and care about her, since halfway through UL. You see where I’m going with this. Thia would be the perfect new protagonist. Daughter of our best friend, it would allow the perfect connection among the seasons with cute references about her auntie who lives far away with her partner and who sends her presents from time to time.

Now, This has a well defined look, but if Beemoov wanted to allow for customisation they would just not bother about petty things like consistency. And customisation is part of MCL’s brand so I think it would still be a part of this possible new game. OR, we could play as Thia’s younger sister, this would make skin colour selection more logical because without too much background it could give the player the possibility of having been adopted. Anyway, either of the two it’s the only possibility I see to continue this game at the moment 🤔 however I don’t think Beemoov would offer another high school based game because they know that older characters offer more writing possibilities, so maybe they could write her from her last year of high school where she is already 18.

Would I play such a game? Meh... I’m not super interested, but I also know that I would at least check it out of curiosity and this may be what the company is relying on.

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jjk-biased · 4 years ago

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FATE'S GAMES

youtuber! jungkook x youtuber! reader

crack! social media au

genre: angst, crack, fluff

chapter summary: a peaceful day isn't something fate wanted to give you today after your brother decided to crash your moment with jungkook. how delightful. chaos ensues.

words: 1,170

warnings: brief mentions of abandonment and cussing (cannot be read as standalone)

25. i'm home

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“Daniel Y/L/N.”

“Hello there, little sister.”

Jungkook was without a doubt clueless. Standing in front of the both of you was your “brother”— he could guess just as much when he heard the Daniel guy utter those words. However, the contrast in both of your faces made him wonder.

What did this guy do to make his cheerful and friendly pumpkin this mad?

Daniel donned a grin that was far from pleasant. In fact, it was obvious that this grin he had was strained, forced even, with malice behind it.

You, on the other hand, did not shy away from expressing the immense anger you had for him. If not for the piercing glare you had, the twitching of your fist was enough to tell that you were at your worst mood.

“I see you’re still with your guard dog, Y/N,” He hummed, finally breaking the stare-down you two had.

Jungkook’s eye twitched at that remark. Before he could do anything though, he feels your small hand clutching his as a way of telling him to stop.

“He isn’t a guard dog. If anything, he’s much more human than you could ever be.”

Daniel visibly scoffed, not moving from where he stood to stare the both of you down.

“Why are you even here? I thought you were desperate to contact me? But you were so high on your horse you didn’t even show up,” You snidely commented, arching an eyebrow.

“Well, my dear sister,” you interrupted by asking him to stop calling you that, “I was given the delight of knowing you’d be visiting our hometown. So I might as well do so too.”

None of whatever he said made sense to you. Why would he contact you now?

After all, he was the reason you had no one else but your seven friends to call your family. He was the reason you had to shed blood, sweat, and tears just to get by. He was the reason you had to live all by yourself while your so-called family lived in luxury in another country.

It wasn’t even all those he did that made you so angry. In fact, you loved your brother dearly before your shitstorm of a life took for the worst.

To think that you had meant nothing to him. That moving to America was much more important to him. That losing a sister didn’t matter.

He hurt you.

And you never forgave him for what he did.

Who could forgive a person who would turn their own parents against their sister? He was too self-centered. So much so that your childhood had been nothing but criticism and trauma. So much so that your family had the nerve to leave without even telling you.

“I’ve come to take you back, little sister. I don’t care if I had to do it by force,” He hummed.

It was then that you noticed two other bulky men behind him.

“Mother thought it was time to use your influence and help us expand our company. How delightful, don’t you think?”

How dare he.

The audacity he had to think you’d even willingly join them after what they did. Were you really that easy for them?

No. You will not join them. Thoughts of forgiving them were long gone.

You had your family now. And while they aren’t family by blood, you know that everyone loves you. You have Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok. You have Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung.

You have Jungkook.

Said guy stood in front of you, acting as some sort of shield so none of them could grab you from him. He tightly held one of your hands as a form of comfort and security.

“Looks like Mr. Jeon here really is your guard dog,” Daniel mused, gazing at this sight in front of him.

“One finger on her and I’ll be sure to show you how much of a guard dog I can really be,” Jungkook growled.

Though no one could see it (you were behind Jungkook after all), you were taken aback by this sudden change. You’d never thought that he would come to your defense, despite how much trouble you’ve led him into.

You won’t admit it but Jungkook really is the best you could count on. He’ll calm you down when you feel nervous, will cheer you up when you’re down, and will gladly beat someone up if they did you wrong.

He’s the best friend you could ever have. (not that Hoseok needs to know that. besides you love your seven dorks just as much)

“We really don’t want to cause a scene here. Might damage my reputation, you know? Hand her over and we’ll be gone,” Daniel grinned, gesturing for the two bulky men to snatch you from Jungkook.

“We won’t want that either.”

A new voice joined the conversation. Halting from their tracks, everyone peered over to look at whoever intruded.

It was Hoseok, along with everyone else.

You breathed a sigh of relief, more than glad to see your best friends behind your backs— quite literally and metaphorically.

“Mr. Y/L/N, in our possession is a recording of your entire conversation. It includes you verbally stating your intent of kidnapping our dearest friend for the sake of your parents’ company,” Namjoon smoothly talked, smirking widely as he waved his phone for them to see.

He had been calling with Jungkook the entire time.

“How delightful, don’t you think?” Yoongi parroted.

Gritting his teeth, Daniel really couldn’t do anything anymore. With a roll of his eyes and a snap of his fingers, he and his goonies left you eight alone.

He finally left you alone.

You let out a sigh of relief you didn’t know you’ve been keeping in. Before you could say or do anything though, you were engulfed in the warmth of Jungkook’s embrace.

“I’m glad you’re okay, pumpkin.”

It was muffled because he tucked his head by leaning down on your shoulder. This gesture was enough to set your face on fire. You decided to return his bear hug by wrapping your arms around his waist.

He melted even more as you tightened your hug. Jungkook will never get tired of this feeling— you in his arms.

Sadly, your soft moment was ruined by a series of coughs and teasing grins.

“Shut the fuck up and get in here,” was the only thing you could say in full confidence without stuttering from being flustered.

Everyone squeezed you to death. It might have been a weird sight to see a group of adults crushing each other in the middle of Lotte World but none of you minded.

You were content with this— having everyone by your side. Jungkook could say the same. Almost all of his worries today have disappeared.

Well, almost.

He still had one problem left and it was figuring out how to tell you what he wanted to say earlier.

I like you, Y/N.

[extra: when you get home from seoul]

a/n: >< daniel is finally over whoop dee doo

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sugarcookiesandsins · 4 years ago

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Charmed [Episode 6]

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Following your explanation, the boys sat in silence as each of them took in the various blueprints and notes spread out before them. Processing it took them some time, and Eli took the opportunity to soothe his dry throat with the remnants of his drink.

“It’s complicated, to say the least.” Namjoon’s voice was distant as his mind wasn’t all that focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

Yoongi only snorted in response, but it was more of a reaction that he had given for the duration of the discussion so Eli considered it a win all in all and looked to the other members for their reactions. Seeing nothing else of note in their eyes, he reached for the papers to clean them up, planning on returning to his room and cleaning up, before going out for supplies. Sure, Hoseok or Jimin could probably hook them up with all that they needed but call it a con’s intuition for wanting to check out the equipment themselves.

Grabbing hold of the documents, he rifled through them and aligned the corners as he always did before getting up.

“I’m headed out for some of the basic equipment so yall can break it in before D-day.” Not waiting for an answer, he headed back to his designated room, barely sparing a minute to toss the papers onto his desk before heading to the bathroom.

With the door locked and the hot water soothing your muscles, you had some time to yourself to think. Your relationship with the rest of the boys could be simmered down to two words: grudging acceptance. Neither side was about drop their pride and invite the other out to dinner, but at least Jungkook wasn’t lunging for your throat every time he laid eyes on you.

The heist was risky, and would take some real trust and teamwork, and “grudging acceptance” wasn’t exactly the best relationship to have with the people you would be trusting with your life while completing the mission. You still were damn sure that they wouldn’t hesitate to leave you behind if they needed to; their relationship was one where they looked out for each other and solid walls were drawn against those who weren’t inside when those walls were built.

In a way, you understood. Though you didn’t have the exact details, it was obvious they went through some trauma together, one that bound them together by something greater than blood ties or brotherhood. You were the same way; the only difference was that you were alone when you built those walls and they had each other.

Shutting off the water, you stepped out into the foggy bathroom, the heat blushing your skin red. The mirror was fogged up, and the metaphor almost made you snort. It seemed that even the world was trying to tell you that within all the personas and costumes, you had lost sight of your true self, even as it stood within reach, blurry but there.

The skin on your chest was red and irritated, most likely from the bandages you used to keep your secret. You needed to spend a night away from them, if only so you could let your skin breathe.

Getting your costume back on, you waltzed out of your bedroom towards the living room, most of the boys had disappeared, but Jimin was still where you had left him, albeit in clothes more appropriate for your shopping trip. In a way, you expected Hoseok to be there as well, but Jimin oversaw their equipment.

“Do you know the weights and heights of everyone,” Eli casually asked as he thumbed through a small journal filled with more of his chicken scratch trying to find the specific page he wanted.

“Don’t tell me you’re interested in us,” Jimin scoffed obviously getting the wrong impression from Eli’s words.

“Interested in keeping you all alive yeah.” Eli turned his back on the still lounging Jimin, who had somehow managed to get even more attractive as he leaned back invitingly on their soft couch. “Don’t fool yourself shorty. I doubt you have anything that would make me want to chase after you.”

Making his way to the foyer of the apartment, he didn’t even look back to see if Jimin was following him before he slipped out and towards the elevators.

The ride down was silent once Jimin joined him, each absorbed in their own devices to pass the time. Upon exiting the tall high-rise building, Eli was none too surprised at the sleek black SUV waiting for them. They needed to buy a lot of equipment and they would need a large car to hold it all.

While in the car, both still maintained the strict silence that they had started in the elevator. Eli’s eyes were focused on the passing scenery, letting out tiny grins at the snapshots of daily life he saw beyond the tinted glass windows. They were all so oblivious to the harsh realities of the world and even if they did know, their brains would probably cut out the information deeming it too harmful to remember.

PJM

He seemed utterly uninterested in anything other than the mission. It really was odd to see how quickly his attitude adjusted when he explained the plan to us this morning. Not once did he let out his signature smile, all teeth and stupidity. It was long, complicated, and required a lot more trust than I felt anyone was willing to give him at this point in whatever relationship was forming between us.

Going out with him was most definitely not my choice, but Namjoon had insisted on it because apparently it was obvious that I was the one with the most prejudices against our new add-on. We all knew it was a blatant lie, but Jungkook had no qualifications to go shopping therefore here I am.

The car is surprisingly silent, and looking over at Eli, he’s focused on the outside world. There was longing in a sense, something we all felt from time to time; we wonder and dream of our lives with intact families and normality.

The car stops in front of a hotel, conspicuous and in the center of town; it’s perfect. Getting down, it’s no surprise that we make an impression on the surrounding people. Jimin’s face is common on the news channels and everyone knows the people he associates with, so everyone gives us a wide berth as we enter the hotel.

Walking to the front desk, the person manning the fort gives us the biggest customer service smile that I have ever seen. Jimin merely nods back before handing over a medallion and asking for, “Room 113 please” with the most conversational tone.

“Forgive me sir, but our staff is still cleaning the room for you. Please feel free to wait in our lobby and I will call you when the room is prepared.” When you enter this line of work, you should always be prepared to deal with word games and subliminal messaging. We both understood what his words meant, there was already someone shopping so we could not go in.

Most places like this did not worry about anonymity between guests, hoping that it would work as sort of a motivation to not betray the location; if someone got captured then they could name everyone else that they saw. It was more commonly seen in stores that had not gotten a footing in the black world of crime. Yet, the truly powerful locations did not need to rely on such childish motivations as that.

Jimin and I made our way to the couches a couple feet away from the receptionist. The world continued to move on around us. Initially, some were focused on our identities, but as they each needed to be somewhere else, we were left alone in the middle of the lobby. The hotel itself seemed to be the playground of the higher class based on all the brand names glittering around me and the large entourages that revolve around a single person.

In a way, that life seemed bland to me. What fun was there to have everything handed to you, sure it was novel for a little while but then it would lose it’s charm. Inherently, people get bored which is why you see celebrities always doing.

It wasn’t long before the receptionist approached us from behind the desk and informed us that they were ready for us. He motions us to follow him and we do.

The receptionist returns to behind the desk and programs a reader card to let us into our requested room. He faces us again and hands that card over with that same sickeningly bright smile. “I hope everything is to your standards.” He knows, though I do not know why I ever doubted it for a second.

Jimin nods and I follow his example of silence as he leads me down a hallway and to our room. Unlocking it with the given card, he lets me inside before shutting and locking the door behind us both. The space is small and not a room at all; it was an elevator.

Surveillance was full force as someone welcomed us to the store and instructed us not to touch anything as the decent began on its own. By my estimate, the level that we stopped at was one below the basement. The doors opened before us and we walked into a well-lit room, almost as big as a proper ballroom. Certainly, not as high but just a big in width and length. The rich vibe continued down here as well with the red walls and gold trimming on the walls and on the cabinets filled to the brim with guns and other equipment.

At the far end of the room, a man in a fitted suit stood relaxed in his posture. Not single strand of hair or muscle moved out of place as we approached him. “Welcome. Please take a look around at your leisure and feel free to ask any questions. We are here to assist.”

Jimin jets off towards the far end of the room, firmly in the directions of some automatic handgun; they suited him. I had initially pegged him at a knife person, but then again he wanted efficiency more than any perceived bloodlust so I relented on my initial judgement. His steps were quick, barely holding on to the perception of calm, but he was like a child in a candy shop, no doubts about it.

Letting him satisfy his own curiosity, I turned to the tactical gear. I would worry about the boys later, getting their measurements from Jimin now would be impossible when he seems much more interested in the custom grips on an Italian classic.

Shopping for harnesses was ironically reminiscent to shopping for clothes; they were all on gold hangers and organized by size and prices. The boys (read: Big Hit) were paying for all this anyways so I’d take advantage of that; only I knew what was really needed for this.

Shifting through them all, I decided on one with multiple points of weight distribution that had multiple clip combinations so one could vary their support based on their preference or on the limits of rope. As I was looking, I felt a presence on my 6 or 7 o’clock; it was either Jimin or the attendant.

“Is this what you wanted the body measurements for?” Jimin.

“No,” I scoffed. “I needed that information to plant fake bodies when we all fail this and need to get the heck out of dodge.”

“The confidence you have in us is astounding.” He didn’t waste time is coming back for me with the same amount of sarcasm.

“I have as much confidence in you as I do in my own survival with the group of you.” Snatching the paper with the written measurements out of his hand, I didn’t bother to head his response as I pulled out different sizes of the same harness. They would cost a pretty penny, but you weren’t footing the bill.

“Take these to the table.” I was already searching for the ropes; something strong preferably suspension or paracord, but mountaineering might work.

“Do it yourself.”

“Like you know what we need for this. Just do what I ask and maybe my confidence that we’ll survive this increase by a tenth of a percent.”

“You’re difficult.”

“But I��m good and that’s what you really need right now isn’t it? Now go.”

Deciding on some dark colored SWAT rappelling rope in 200 feet lengths. It was double braided and would be more than enough to carry our weights at 9mm in diameter. However, ti was a hefty weight, but I’d leave that to the boys. Additionally, I picked up some paracord, just in the case of an emergency lashing or situation.

Next, some infrared googles. They were also a hefty price, but trusting the boys to already have their own, I waited until Jimin returned from his second trip from the far table to confirm. Given a OK, I think he had given up on arguing with me for the sake of it, I picked out some durable ones with a heat sensor attachment.

Last in terms of tacticals, would be body suits. These would go under our regular clothes, additional protection and heat without the bulk. Of course, some bullet proof clothes would be going on top, but still a good base is always necessary.

Now to the fun part, weapons.

Jimin had already beat me to it, having laid out some stuff that he wanted for himself or that he got at the request of the other boys. A computer chip, most likely for Yoongi, catches my eye. Having a computer for research and planning would be so much easier than having to piece together scraps of paper.

Grabbing a sleek laptop off the shelf, I added it to the ever-growing pile of supplies on the table under the raised eyebrow of Jimin. He reaches for it, but I smack his hand away and firmly state that “I like doing these things myself.” I hear no further argument.

Then comes the guns. Semi-automatics have a soft spot it my heart so I grab an all-American Hollywood classic, twin Desert Eagles, metal caps, and a spool of wrapping leather; custom grip can only be truly custom when you make them yourself. Snagging some holsters, I argue mentally between thighs and sides, before just getting both; no point wasting time. Then for knifes, I grab a classic butterfly, before grabbing some more practical Damascus hunting daggers that were lightweight so they could be thrown as well.

Nodding at Jimin, I let him take care of the payment as I continued to explore the room for anything else that we might like. Closer to the door, I see a locked cabinet with oddities that most would not look twice at; they sell information. A couple flash drives being bid off, probably filled with some military programs or governmental passwords. I wouldn’t put it pas them to have one or two automatic Trojans with a logic puzzle for those dolts that didn’t know how to use a computer. Then on the far side, something unexpected.

“They say that’s a charm from the Banshee herself.” Jimin, seemingly done with the purchase, came over towards the elevator as the store took care of sending our goods topside.

“The Banshee?” This was one I hadn’t heard before.

“Yeah. She’s an assassin with some sort of moral code apparently when she kills. And she takes or makes charms from each kill to remember them. Morbid, but then again anyone who’s that good ought to have a few screws lose to not go crazy.” He wasn’t wrong.

Even Master had told me it was odd when he saw the charms, but he got used to it. The box of filled bracelets I left with Master, the only thing of personal value that I really owned anymore so my wrists were naked and empty. Yet, the feeling never hit me until now, when I saw the only charm I ever lost (a round mosaic for a contemporary artist who also profited from fakes) for sale. The Banshee name had power and with power comes profit; the betting for the charm already past the million mark.

“Don’t think to hard. You won’t ever meet her.” Jimin laughed, the kind that came from his belly and was not held back by propriety.

“And you have?” It was a good enough act, lovestruck youngster falling for a power girl he had never even met before.

“Nope. But I want to. Her story sounds interesting enough.” That was the most uncharacteristic thing I had ever heard come out of his mouth.

“Her story,” I snickered, my face trying very hard not to mock him with its expression. “A mafioso and an assassin on a coffee date. That sounds more like the first line of a joke.”

He didn’t respond, but looking back as he pushed me towards the elevator told me he was thinking. The cogs were turning either to make up a lie or to figure out how to put it in words.

“I want to know what made her this way. She is truly someone that does not care, and something must have happened to make her that way.” His voice was quiet and rippling under the surface I could hear some semblance of emotions from him. It was a change, and I let him talk. “Even you can agree with this; we didn’t just wake up one day and decided we wanted to be like this. We went through the ringer and decided that we never wanted to be that low ever again, so we went for the heights.”

“We braved the cliffs and grew wings.” Simple words, but with more meaning that even a full paragraph could hold. He simply nodded in response and the rest of the ride up was silent, each lost in our pasts.

The ride back to the apartment was no different, except for the back piled with our new supplies. Quiet and heavy, not even the driver disturbed us in our thoughts.

The boys were waiting for us when we went upstairs, all cleaned up and hair coiffed to perfection.

“How was it?” Namjoon, objective as ever wanting to make sure the boys hadn’t lost their biggest weapons source because the two of us butting heads.

“Uneventful.” Me, as I turned to the boxes.

“Normal.” Jimin, as he joined the boys on the couch.

“Did you bring us presents?” Taehyung, relaxed as always, stretching his legs on the coffee table as he watched me organize.

I put everything that I had bought for myself in one box, including my harness, a loop of SWAT rope, the extra paracord, and the body suit. The rest was laid out on the floor next to the boxes that Jimin had already organized the others’ stuff into, most likely at the store itself.

“I bought all of you harnesses and new rope. I suggest getting used to wearing them around and working with the additional weight so break them in to your own comfort.”

Jungkook scoffed, “We have our own already.”

“Of course, you do. But do they have at least a 5-point weight distribution and at lest 10 hold holds for various roping combinations?”

He stayed silent.

“No? Then I suggest you break in the one I got for you or I won’t be responsible for you screwing this up for the rest of them. I didn’t bother holding back with him. Jungkook had started to get on my nerves. I was starting to get the feeling that no matter what I did, I would never get on his good side. I had reached a conclusion; it wasn’t me personally he hated, it was the idea of me; all fun and games when matched with his cold perfectionism. He thought I was stupid and infuriating, I thought the same of him; it worked out.

Walking back to my own room, I could practically hear Namjoon trying to figure out a plan to get me and Jungkook back on better terms. But that would have to wait for another day; I needed to get my stuff together.

Making it back to the relative haven of my room, I unpack and start customizing. First was the guns, taking the leather, I cover both handles in a primitive but more familiar imitation of custom grips, adding in the end the metal cap at the bottom of the grip because if you can’t shoot, you can at least swing. Sure, it does mess with the balance of the gun but you get used to it after a couple years of practice. Next, comes the computer. Booting up, I have never been more thankful for technology and resolve to ask someone to scan the document to upload, but after spending a couple hours with Jimin, I am ready to be alone.

Then again, when does the plan of the universe ever work in my favor? Just as I put away the rest of the gear, keeping the harness out to break in after I relax, I hear a knock on my door.

“Can I come in?” Taehyung. Lovely.

“Sure.” I didn’t bother to try to contain my annoyance, but this was Taehyung we were talking about; he was selectively blind, and deaf for that matter, to the world around him. He heard me say that he could come in but he somehow didn’t hear my annoyance.

He waltzed right in and seated himself on my bed as turned around from my desk. Glancing out the window, I could see the first signs of the evening clouding over the brightness of the day, so it was no surprise that he was dressed to go to work. Silk shirt unbuttoned just enough for anyone watching to get a peak of tanned skin tucked into tight denim. A lone silver chain hanging around his neck and thin rings of the same material making his fingers seem longer than you have ever thought was humanly possible.

Once again, he lounged. Looking back, you have never seen him as anything other than relaxed, except for that one time when you technically broke in so context matter with him. He didn’t even bother taking of his leather shoes which made you scowl.

“Any particular reason you’re hear or is it just to grind my gears?”

“Both, but mostly I have a question for you to answer for me.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out a swatch of white fabric that almost made my heart strop.

“A bandage? You want me to wrap something for you?” I didn’t let it bother me. The bandages I wore were a dime a dozen and he could have gotten it from any mom and pop medical store along the road.

“No I was wondering why you had these. If you’re hurt, that’s not good for any of us see?” Sitting up, he kept waving that bandage in front of me, taunting me like he knew all my secrets, but he didn’t.

“You went through my stuff?” Sighing, I relented. “Should have expect nothing less from a sneak thief. They are bandages for emergencies. I don’t trust for a second that Jungkook still doesn’t want to put a bullet between my eyes.”

“True. You and Jungkook really don’t get along. Though that is to be expected when the both of you have different ways of surviving.” Taehyung was smarter than you, and probably anyone else, gave him credit for. His mouth was working to distract while his eyes watched and learned from the people around him.

I didn’t respond, but I didn’t need to. Even Taehyung seemed to sense that our conversation was over as he left my room with some important parting word. “The most dangerous liars are the ones who give themselves to the lies, body, soul and heart.”

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ulep · 4 years ago

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『 sky teotico. twenty five. trans man. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that HADJI ULEP from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -PAMPERED & -VAINGLORIOUS. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool BUSINESSMAN/SOCIALITE and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +SOPHISTICATED & +IDYLLIC. i hope i see them around again!

hiii, it’s ur girl thia again with her third muse! ( tw for mentions of poverty, transphobia, gender dysphoria. ) + @mapleviewstarters

hadji was born in the benguet province of the philippines, which is quite famous for being one of the very few regions in the country with a cold climate — cold enough to grow strawberries. hadji was raised by a single father, a strawberry farmer who made the best strawberry desserts in the world, as far as the boy was concerned.

although he loved being around the community of strawberry farmers, who were like a family to him, hadji often got sick. he had an innately frail immune system and lived in a cold, cold place. hadji liked to act tough and boyish, which the ppl there assumed to be a natural consequence of him always being sick. a bit unusual for a “girl” but nothing alarming. regardless of gender, who wouldn’t develop such bravado when you’re always sick?

it was initially the farm itself that caught the idea of an extremely wealthy lady, but out of desperation, hadji’s father decided to seduce her. they married, and against his will, hadji’s dad sent him to live with his stepmom. his stepmom really wasn’t that bad, she was just normal and had a bit of trouble adjusting to her new stepkid. but even though living in a perfectly air-conditioned mansion with all the access to the right healthcare was obviously much better for hadji, he loathed his time there. he missed his dad more than anything.

but then hadji entered his teens. he realized he absolutely was not a girl. he stopped missing his dad when he realized his dad was a lot less open-minded than his stepmom, despite their lack of emotional connection. his dad didn’t want to beat hadji up or whatever, he was just... he just didn’t understand it at all. he cried and told him he was a girl. and though his father got over it as almost two decades passed, hadji still hasn’t forgiven him for making him feel as though his true gender was something to be unhappy about. (honestly, he doesn’t owe his father that forgiveness.)

hadji was desperate to move to the usa. not just because of his resentment towards his family, but also because he had big plans. hadji was always a cosmopolitan kind of guy. he liked shiny things and had shiny ideas. his parents acquiesced, but they stipulated that he move to a small town first. they wanted to teach him a lesson in humility — he was breaking girls’ hearts left and right, you see, and he seemed to care for nothing in the world. he was spoiled. he took the challenge, and now he’s still here.

MISCELLANEOUS INFORMATION:

+ one of his character inspirations is rafael solano from jane the virgin. except, of course, that hadji is an actual poc, a southeast asian man instead of just a spicy white like rafael’s italian ass. hadji’s goal is also to start his own apartment complex, not a hotel.

+ he named himself after hajji alejandro, a famous filipino singer. hajji isn’t his idol or anything, he just liked the name. but a lot of people in the usa couldn’t pronounce hajji, so he decided to go with the romanization “hadji.” it’s pronounced like that in the philippines: “hahd-JIE.”

+ he’s incredibly skilled at interior design and has a great eye for it. he’s also a proficient baker and loves strawberries, for obvious reasons. he’s pretty well-known in mapleview for the strawberry cake recipe he carried over from benguet.

+ his first language is iloko, not tagalog. (like prim, he’s from a minority ethnolinguistic group in the philippines. he’s ilocano, not tagalog.) he also speaks tagalog, though, as well as english (as you can tell). in the iloko language, his surname “ulep” means “cloud,” hence this blog’s title.

+ once he transitioned, he became more comfortable expressing femininity as a man.

+ PLEASE GIVE HIM ALL THE PLOTS. (he’s straight, but obv there’s more to plotting than just romance! give him everything pls. romance, enemies, friends, exes, all that.)

#mapleviewintro

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rewatching-supernatural · 4 years ago

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s15e01

There it is, the final season

At first, I didn't want to finish the show, because finishing some media always leaves me with this incredible loss and I grieve and I didn't want to go through that

But the scripts for 15x19 and 15x20 leaked today and interacting with everyone and collectively aknowledging that the ending is absolute trash (I have already seen most of 15x18, 15x19 and 15x20) gives me this feeling that watching season 15 isn't actually watching the end of my beloved show that I grew up with, I'm actually watching ONE possible ending for this story, but it isn't the only one, this is just a reality in which shitty writers (and a shittier network) somehow control the world, and we all know the real ending isn't the one shown on screen

therefore, I am ready to watch this as I won't be emotionally affected

this is poorly written fanfiction, and the truth is out there (in the good supernatural version that lives rent free in my head)

that said, let's start this!

*****

Okay, sentimental music, Dean talking trash about Jack, these flashbacks really show that Dean is the main character, it's almost only him- oh and also Cas 💙 and Jack✨ a bit

John 🤮

Nick 🥰

OH RIGHT that badass Jack shot!

equalizer bullshit

Story's over

Welcome to the end

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*****

NOW

well, shit

OH I forgot to say, I think the season finale for 14 should have ended on Chuck saying "Welcome to the end"

the last show of the monsters attacking them looked really fake and it gave too much away

*****

Cas picking up Jack's body 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I paused to try and find a gif of that title card, it may be the least interesting one since season 1 😑

*****

okay so they're in like, the underground part of a crypt? I don't know the English word for this place if that isn't it

"He didn't deserve this" no shit Dean, bit too late on that one tho

*****

I feel totally disconnected to this show

it feels like they're overplaying

like this is a bad comedy or something

*****

that shot of Sam using the crowbar-like thingie to move the rock looks so fake

wow, that fucking ghost looked bad

Am I be--AJCK? JACK?*

a demon, alright

I like this, nice,

CAS MAN

this demon is fucking trash talking Cas 😂

holy shit this is great

They've got newpapers in hell cause the wifi sucks, that tracks

I love Alex, and now we get more of him, without having a stick in his ass like Jack (LOVE JACK, but this is fun, seeing other sides of Alex's acting)

wow that demon trick was cool!

they need to learn how to do that!

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*****

These girls are too old to be doing whatever it is they're doing tbh

those screams sound fake, Rachel's I mean

*****

Cas' sideglance is great, I love when he does his lil squint

*****

A woman in white, mhm

I told you it was all the things THEY killed

I noticed that in the quick flashes at the end of season 14, remember? the clowns and bloody Mary and the woman in white

so many people are going to die, killed by the things Dean and Sam hunted

this is making me so uncomfortable for some reason

the thought that their entire life worth of pain and suffering and dying and coming back and everyone they lost, for nothing?!

it's deeply unsettling

*****

Cas can't even look at the demon, because it's Jack, it's Jack's body

this demon saying people used to be ugly 🤔😂

and HITTING ON DEAN 😂 WHAT

this demon apologizing for taking their kid's body

*****

I keep pausing the episode to write but I won't do that anymore because I'll never finish this season if I do

this is the weird scene with Sam ans Cas walking through the house with guns, I've seen cuts of this with Jared acting like his new show that I refuse to name

ahh and of course, Sam's attacked by the clown 🙄

but Cas is here to save the day! 💙

*****

Dean called Rowena

thia demon praising Dean for his torturing skills 😫

so all the doors in Hell opened up

mhm

EVEN THE CAGE, aw shit

*****

the best part of this episode so far is demon!Jack

also Cas looks good, and Jensen is indeed quite handsome

*****

they find the dead guy and demon!Jack goes "cool!" 😂

*****

😂😂😂

*****

this demon just randomly hanging out and knowing spells to bring souls and spirits back to Hell makes literally no sense whatsoever

why would such a spell exist? why would a demon know it?

there is something we're not being told, obviously

*****

I miss the days when Cas was an angel

with angel powers

and wings

*****

there you go Sam, you tell him!

*****

Wow! Awkward!

😂 demon!Jack ships it

*****

Oh I've seen this scene with Dean telling a joke to distract Sam from the pain

"If he bailed, it's just us. For the first time, it's just us."

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*****

what the fuck the episode's over? nothing happened! what

*****

legit just learned demon!Jack has a name and it's Belphegor

I was looking for a YouTube link of the scene and saw his name

welp

anyways, some clips because I love him already

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pulvisctumbra · 3 years ago

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Through war and triumph (matthias belmonte) rises, at (62) years old, serving as (king) residing in (haven realm). They are a (guardian human) that resembles (sean teale). Upon meeting them, they are (honourable) and (balanced). Don’t be fooled, they can be (righteous) and (indecisive).

Full Name: Matthias Arturo Belmonte Nickname(s): usually just prefers Matthias but will accept Matt or Thias from close friends Age: 62 Species: Guardian Human Powers: strength, durability & longevity Sexual Orientation: pansexual Romantic Orientation: panromantic Occupation: King

FAMILY

Mother: Nerissa Belmonte, deceased Father: Marcelo Belmonte, deceased Siblings: Mayra Belmonte (older sister), Perseus Belmonte (half brother) & Natalia Belmonte (half sister) Extended Family: uncle & stepmother

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair Color: black Eye Color: brown Height: 6′1

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: creative, insightful, principled, passionate, altruistic, collected, calm, agreeable, humble, stable, diligent, respectful, reliable Negative Traits: sensitive to criticism, dislikes change, passive aggressive, self-critical, stubborn, serious, procrastinates, avoids confrontation Values: Above all he values peace and to a certain extent order. He hates discord of any kind and is very family orientated. Peace is predictable and that’s perhaps what he values most - the chance to have a plan for everything and to not be blindsided. Because of this he values honesty and honour, those who are dutiful also earning his respect. But he also acknowledges the necessity of people being able to make their own choices and so seeks to strike a balance between order and freedom. Fears: He fears pushing away those he cares about in order to do what he thinks is right. Fears isolation and to a certain extent becoming too like his father. Matthias considers him to have been a great man but also a flawed one and he seeks to avoid falling into those same flaws as Marcelo did. He knows he will do right by Haven to the best of his ability but he fears the cost that it might take to do so. Quirks: keeps a journal, has to stick to a routine, write notes on his hand or arm, is very good at chess, has very neat handwriting.

TESTS

Myers-Briggs: INFJ-T, The Advocate Enneagram: Type 9, The Peacekeeper Temperament: Melancholic Alignment: True Neutral

BIOGRAPHY

The Belmontes had always prided themselves on selecting spouses from varying species to attempt to make sure that Haven’s monarchs reflected the different species that were all welcome within the realm. After his first wife’s death, a nymph, he mourned for five years before eventually choosing a guardian human for his next bride.

Their marriage produced a son, Matthias, the younger brother to the daughter he already had. Unfortunately the birth was far from straightforward and Nerissa passed away only a week after her son’s birth due to the complications.

It didn’t take Marcelo long to find a new wife after death, aided by the fact that a chance meeting put him in the path of his true mate. The pair were married quickly and before Matthias was three he had a new mother and a younger brother on the way.

Another sister soon followed and the four young Belmontes grow up reasonably happy, although they were always taught to be conscious of how their actions would affect the crown. Matthias was the quietest of his bolder siblings and so naturally fell into a role of peacekeeper, always able to find a way to solve their disagreements or avoid them altogether.

Mayra was to be the next ruler of Haven and while Marcelo allowed his younger children some freedom over their own future, there was no doubt that there was an expectation that they’d choose a position to either aid their sister or their realm. For Matthias this came in the form of his studies reflecting his future role as an advisor rather than a ruler and the moments he spent with his father challenging him to consider different view points.

Life continued much the same throughout his teenage years, so much the same that he began to grow restless. He didn’t so much chafe under the responsibility ( on the contrary, there was something almost soothing about knowing where his life would end up ) but he did almost resent the way that he’d never truly been able to explore any passions. So after he turned twenty-one he put forward a compelling argument for his father, suggesting that if he was able to travel to a few of the other realms he’d have a better insight for the future.

To his surprise Marcelo agreed and he was allowed to spend his time in their neighbouring realms, starting with Southland. It was there that he was able to explore his interest in music, enjoying being able to be a simple musician rather than a prince of Haven.

While he was away it wasn’t smooth sailing back at home. To the surprise of all Mayra abdicated, leaving Matthias the new heir to the throne. With that news his whole world shifted and he went from being able to enjoy more of what Lume Noua had to offer to having to return home in haste to fill the void that his sister had left.

He thought that he’d have more than a year to learn from his father and to rise to the challenge of shifting from the one who gave advise to the one who had to make the decisions. But it wasn’t to be and with his father’s death just two months before his thirtieth birthday he was thrust into the role of King for sooner than expected.

Although he does at times rely on his siblings for support, one of the first things he did as monarch was to ensure that they knew that they were free of any duty to the throne. Releasing them was an easy choice when he would far rather have their relationship healthy than eventually marred by bitterness the way that it had been with his father. It was left up to them whether or not they wanted any position in Haven.

Having now ruled for just over thirty years Matthias has grown into the role and has finally begun to feel easier with the crown. His policies are generally progressive, wanting the best for those who live within Haven, and he balances the opinions of those around him in any decisions he makes. The biggest challenge will be maintaining Haven’s neutrality as the realms around him begin to make their moves.

RELATIONSHIPS

Status: single (open) Exes: tbd (open) Spouse/True Mate: tbd (open) Current Partner: tbd (open) Friends: tbd (open) Allies: tbd (open) Enemies: tbd (open)

#lmintro #matthias || stars know what it means to suddenly become when you’re a dreamer

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ofnoras · 4 years ago

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『 candice patton. twenty-nine. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that NORA BARLOW from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview ? minnie may’s always calling them -CIRCUMSPECT & -OBSTINATE. i happen to think they’re not that bad ! they’re a pretty cool PET STORE OWNER and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +PROTECTIVE & +AMIABLE. i hope i see them around again !

hello friends ! my name is elle and i’m super excited to be here !! i’ve been eyeing this rp for a while with bones of an idea and once i saw thia’s connection after my zoom class today, i began to piece the puzzle together ! there’s still more i wish to explore about nora’s backstory and personality, but for right now, this is what i’ve got !

BASICS.

full name: nora june barlow.

birth date: april 10th.

zodiac: taurus.

age: twenty nine.

gender: cis woman.

pronouns: she/her.

sexual/romantic orientation: heterosexual.

current residence: fair lane, mapleview, north carolina.

living conditions: with boyfriend, adrien ryerson.

occupation: owner of pet store, happy tails.

languages spoken: english.

BACKGROUND.

birth place: york, pennsylvania.

education level: college graduate with a bachelors in business administration.

father: franklin barlow.

mother: marian barlow, deceased.

siblings: older brother and younger sister.

birth order: middle child.

children: one on the way !

relationship status: engaged to adrien ryerson.

pets: three year old tortoiseshell cat named lady.

PHYSICAL.

faceclaim: candice patton.

eye color: brown.

hair color: brunette.

glasses/contacts?: wears reading glasses.

dominant hand: left.

height: 5′6″

build: slim.

tattoos: none.

piercings: both ears pierced ( previous belly button ring that closed up ).

allergies: peanuts.

EXTRA.

+ traits: protective, amiable, optimistic ( tries to be, at least ).

- traits: circumspect, obstinate, impatient.

hobbies: knitting, reading, driving aimlessly around town with the radio blasting.

likes: cold weather, animals, pastel colors, making friends.

dislikes: being alone, talking too much about herself, a messy room.

alignment: neutral good.

BIOGRAPHY.

was born on april 10th, 1991 to franklin and marian barlow, their second child and first daughter. grew up in york, pennsylvania until she was eleven and her parents decided to move to mapleview due to being closer to other relatives. though she now lives on fair lane, she used to live on sycamore way up until she moved out. her father was a dentist and her mother a teacher, two paths she never wanted to follow, despite their encouragement. as a family, they were never incredibly close -- her father had quite the temper and three years after moving to mapleview, her mother had an affair. it was the talk of the town and nora, nor her siblings, could escape the gossip. her parents soon divorced and life was never the same after that.

more than anything, nora and her siblings fought. the divorce split them onto sides and their clashing personalities never had peace between them for too long. her brother was too much like her father and her sister never had a nice thing to say. still, when it came to others, nora protected them fiercely and when push came to shove, she always had their back, even if the feeling wasn’t mutual.

as a child, in an environment that made it seem like there was a side to choose, nora chose her father. it was good that she had, as she and her siblings spent their weekdays with him in his two bedroom apartment. the constant bickering and fighting grew worse as they got older, many arguments turning physical or ending up with something broken. nora always tried to be the mediator, but nothing could ever calm anyone down once they’d been riled up. instead, she filled her high school years with clubs and as many friends as she could, keeping herself out of the apartment, always busy.

nora was sixteen when her mother passed away. tragic car accident. the two hadn’t spoken in nearly a year and at first, nora was numb. she was grateful for it, especially when the guilt came next and it never left. her siblings hated how emotionless she was with their mother’s passing, at the funeral, in the days after. it wasn’t that she hadn’t cared, but that everything hit her a week later, once she was alone in her bedroom. there are many reasons nora hates being alone with her thoughts, but her mother’s death was the start of that. it’s also one of the contributors to why she prefers to keep busy.

she distanced herself from her siblings and her father, never quite being as open with them as she once was. nora took a part time job at her dad’s office, working there for a few years until she graduated. with the inheritance from her mother and scholarships, nora was able to leave mapleview for college. she wanted a fresh start and in her mind, she never planned to return to mapleview. nora went to college out west and majored in business administration with the hopes of starting her own business in... whatever made her happy. meanwhile her father’s business closed and he was forced to retire.

after graduating, she planned to follow where business opportunities would take her. all that crumbled when she got a phone call that her father was in the hospital. he’d had a heart attack and nora was terrified that if she lost her dad, the overwhelming guilt she’d felt with her mother would come back. out of her own selfish reasons, she returned to mapleview. her father recovered with surgery, but was never quite the same. his health was declining and doctors were able to determine he had early onset alzheimer's. nora made it her responsibility to come home and take care of her dad, getting a job at the local pet shop while she did. the money she’d been saving up went to a day nurse for her father. he was family, after all.

years passed. when she was twenty four, she met adrien. his charming personality was evident from their first conversation and while it didn’t take much for nora to be smitten with him, she definitely made him work for it. soon after, they started dating, and they’ve been together ever since. with adrien’s job and the both of them being focused on their careers, a future was something far off in the distance. marriage, kids... they’d briefly spoken about it, but left the conversation for down the road. it was never a question that she wanted to be with adrien, but the idea of a family scared her. she wasn’t sure if she’d be a good mom and the unknown was something she didn’t know she could come to terms with. that was, until she got really sick one morning and decided to take a pregnancy test. the positive terrified her at first, knowing they had wanted to wait and that there was no way they were ready... but seeing adrien’s response and thinking about the future definitely got her excited. now her pinterest is full of “nursery ideas” and “first time mom tips”.

it was a year after she met adrien that she became the owner of her own pet store. the place was local, owned by an elderly woman that treated nora like the loving mother she’d always wanted. they both bonded over the years and when she decided she’d be retiring to florida with her husband, she wanted nora to have the business. even as assistant manager, nora couldn’t possibly accept... but then the deed was being put in her name and she jumped at the opportunity. a local place that sells pet supplies and occasionally takes in surrendered pets to care for/find loving homes for.

and that all brings us up to present time ! nora has been pregnant nearly a month at this point, owns and works in her own pet store ( which will have a name soon enough ), and just really loves being back in mapleview. she missed it, she really did. she’s excited for this new path and what the future will bring her for the first time in... well, for the first time ever, really.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS.

old family friends/neighbors from when she lived on sycamore way.

cousins/relatives that her family originally moved to town for.

perhaps bad tension with the family of the man her mother had an affair with?

exes/childhood friends that drifted apart/competition rivals in school.

someone who has been best friends with nora since she first moved to mapleview.

moms who nora has been bothering about future mom stuff/pregnancy stuff.

frequent customers of her store/people who had adopted animals that keep nora updated ( please, she always Begs for this when people adopt out ).

i’m honestly down for anything !!

if u read all of that ... phew ... idk why u did but THANK U ! i know it’s long ... i’m sorry ... but if you like this, i’ll message you to plot ! i do have discord so if you’d prefer that, let me know, i just don’t have it up right now so i’ll need to know if you wanna switch to that !

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Dancing, Drugs, and Lies (Pt.1)

BAU x OC Aundreya

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Summary: Morgan’s cousin is in danger. Aundreya decides to use some of her ‘special talents’ to help the team find her. Story seven.

Category: Working a case with the team. A bit angsty, I guess.

Warnings: Cussing. Drugs. Implied drug abuse. Normal CM gore and situations.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction and I don’t actually know about drugs or exotic dancers. Also, I didn’t want this to be 3 parts, but Tumblr told me that I can’t have more than 250 text blocks so … here we are.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

It was 3am. Three. Fricking. AM. And I was getting a call. I had finally gotten my brain to shut off for the best quality sleep of which I was capable not even two hours earlier, and I was getting a damn phone call.

“What?” I answered, my voice groggy and annoyed.

“We need you here, right now. Morgan’s cousin is missing.”

That was all I needed to snap me right out of my complainey mood. I was already out of bed and felt wide awake when answering, “I’m on my way.”

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When I got to the office, everyone except for JJ and Rossi were there waiting.

“Aundreya,” Penelope said.

“Hi, I came as quickly as possible, what’s happening?”

“Morgan’s sister came to him saying that his cousin never returned home last night. She went to check her apartment and called her several times and nothing.”

“What about her phone? Can you track it?”

“I already tried but it was left at her apartment.”

“And there are no other places around that she spends a lot of time at?” I asked.

“No. If there are, no one knows about them,” Penelope answered. I saw Morgan standing a few feet away and I walked over to him.

No one wants to be asked how they’re doing, so I opted for, “Hey, we’re going to do everything we can to find her, okay.” He was clearly distressed, a hand on his head and he was slouching, something our big brave Morgan hardly ever did.

He met my eyes. “I don’t know what to do. Sarah and I split up and looked for her, Garcia tracked her phone, and none of us know where she was or should have been, or what she was doing.” He was trying to keep it together, but I could hear the panicked undertone.

“Okay, good to know what we can rule out. Do we have a picture of her that we can put out?”

“Yes,” JJ interjected. She and Rossi had just arrived. “I’m going to have Garcia get one out.” I nodded.

I placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder and looked straight into his eyes, “We’re going to find her.” That was a promise I intended to keep. No matter what. I walked back toward the rest of the group to see if there was any new information.

“Hey, how’d you get here so fast?” Rossi asked.

“I came as quickly as possible.”

“You live farther away from here than I do.”

“I said I came as quickly as possible.” I shrugged and he raised his eyebrows at me.

“I’m letting this go, only because we have more pressing issues.”

“I think that’s a good plan,” I agreed. I love Rossi, but sometimes he felt like a parole officer. Leave it to him to put together that I sped about 30 over to get here in under 10.

“Okay, we sent out a picture of her to the media as a missing person,” JJ said, rushing back into the room. I checked my phone and all the air inside me abruptly escaped once I saw the picture. I know her.

“I know her. I literally saw her last night,” I blurted before I could even think about what I was saying.

“Wait what? You saw my cousin last night?” Derek asked, chiming into the conversation.

“Yeah. Morgan, what does your cousin do for a living?” I wanted to be sure that this was the same person before I let on any more.

He looked perplexed, but answered anyway. “She’s a finance consultant.”

“During the day,” I mumbled.

“What? What are you saying?” Derek was on a short fuse and I was going to have to remember that.

“I’m saying that at night, she works in a strip club.” Everyone’s faces contorted around me into a variety of different emotions.

“How do you know that?” Emily asked.

“I went out for a walk last night-”

“Last night as in 24 hours ago, or tonight as in 5 hours ago?”

“Last night. I went for a walk because I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh air. I walked by a strip club and saw her exiting it in a nice robe and I could tell she was wearing some dancing outfit underneath,” I said. It actually sounded like a pretty plausible story, but I still got skeptical looks from people.

“That had to have been just before she went missing,” JJ said.

“How do you even know it was her?” Morgan asked.

I held up my phone with her picture as if that was the answer. He was looking for more, though, so I simply stated, “I recognized her photo.”

“So if she’s been working at a strip club, that makes her a higher risk victim,” Prentiss said.

“Sure, but there are specific rules outlined for dancers. They do what they get paid for, and only what they get paid for. I don’t know a single dancer that would allow herself to go home with a customer,” I said. I gained more weary looks.

“So you don’t think there is any chance that she got abducted from the club or from outside of it maybe?” JJ asked.

“It’s highly unlikely.”

“But it’s possible?” Morgan asked.

“Yes. It’s possible. But if that is the case, this guy is super sophisticated. He’d have to get around all of the security cameras,” I answered.

“I’ll go check those now. What club?” Penelope asked.

“The Camelot,” I answered. She nodded and rushed as fast as she could in her nearly six inch heels to her bat cave.

“I can’t believe this,” Morgan said. It was Rossi’s turn to console, and I turned to follow Garcia to see if there was any way I could help her go through the footage. On my way, a familiar hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.

“You weren’t on a walk,” Spencer stated, confusion and, even a bit of anger, in his voice.

“Yes, I was.”

“What time did you leave?”

“11:25ish.”

“How far did you walk?”

“Down a few blocks and back.”

“What time did you get home?”

I did some quick math. “12:10.”

He studied my body language, trying to spot anything that would indicate otherwise.

“Why would you go walking by yourself at midnight?”

“I told you. I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh air. Don’t worry, I had my gun with me,” I said. That part wasn’t a lie. I did in fact bring my gun.

“Fine.” He released my arm and stood there staring at me. I returned his gaze for a couple of moments before continuing my path to Garcia. Of course Spencer would decide to fact check my story for any inconsistencies.

The FBI hired me, which was great and all, but it wasn’t exactly like they were paying me. Kind of, but not really. I was as close to a volunteer as the FBI could manage. However, I needed extra money, just a little something that I could have for a rainy day. The best way I could think to achieve that goal, was to revert back to my old ways. My really old ways. Before I was thrown in prison, while I was in the gang and running the ring, I was dancing. I had been since the moment I landed on the streets. My stage name, and the one the ring came to call me by, was Alionth. I became one of the most well known dancers in the entire Chicago area, and even got prospects from clubs all around the nation. Once I got out of prison, it wasn’t that difficult for me to persuade the owners of certain clubs to let me ‘guest star’ here and there when I was available. One of those clubs was the Camelot. They allowed me to pop in on short notice (since I never knew when we’d close a case), and shift around their dance schedule. Of course, having me back drew more attention to that club, but my sketchy schedule actually worked in their favor. The manager said that they had more guys coming in, hoping to land on the right night that I’d be there. It kept customers in suspense and coming back for more. And they paid me really well.

Morgan’s cousin, Cinthia, or Thia as we knew her, was one of the girls that I worked with. She was there the night before and I saw her walk into a private showing room. After that, I don’t remember seeing her. I assumed she had just finished the dance and went home. Based on what Garcia found, or more like what she didn’t find, that wasn’t the case.

“Riiiiiight … there! Did you see it?” she asked me. There was a portion of the outside security footage that started over. The scene barely faltered, but with someone as good as Garcia, barely wasn’t enough to protect them.

“Yeah, I do,” I said. “This is not good.”

I returned to the rest of the team to give them the information.

“So this guy is sophisticated enough to hack into the feed and set it on a loop before he abducts the women,” Emily confirmed.

“Or worse. Someone on the inside is helping him change the footage,” I offered. Neither one was a good scenario.

“Chambers, Prentiss, why don’t you go down there and see if you can get anyone to talk,” Hotch ordered. Prentiss nodded at me and I followed her lead out to the elevator. Hopefully, without my wig and elaborate outfits, the girls wouldn’t recognize me.

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We entered the club and it was strange being there at 4am. I was usually out of there at 2 or 2:30 at the latest, so I never knew how it looked when it was more calm. There were about a third of the people there than during the busy hours, but luckily I still saw some girls that we could talk to. We approached them and I recognized them immediately. They were the two new girls who unfortunately had to work the crappy hours until they moved up the ranks. Steph had huge, curly blonde hair and Heidi had short black waves.

“Hi, I’m Emily and this is Aundreya. Could we speak with you for a moment?” Preniss asked. I was definitely going to let her take the lead on this one. I wanted to stay as inconspicuous to both parties as possible.

“What for?” Steph asked.

“We were just wanting to ask you about a woman who works here, Cindi Burns?” Prentiss held out the photo to them.

“I don’t know a Cindi, but the girl you’re showing me is Thia. She works here,” Heidi answered.

“Okay, well have you seen Thia recently?” Prentiss pressed.

They both just shook their heads. “Why?”

“She’s been reported missing.”

“Missing? By who, I thought Thia didn’t have anyone,” Heidi asked.

“Her cousin.”

“Oh damn. We didn’t see her last night. Sorry,” Steph said. Both of them turned to walk away and that’s how I knew something was up. Most of us stuck together, and were concerned when we heard about something happening to one of us. Not only because we cared, but because we knew there was a likelihood that we could be next.

“Was she with someone?” I asked.

They slowly turned around to look at me, sizing me up.

“Don’t think so. Sorry, we don’t know anything.” Lies, more lies. I shot Emily a look. She’d caught it too. I tilted my head in the opposite direction of the girls, asking her to let me talk to them alone. She arched an eyebrow.

“Trust me,” I said. She complied and walked away. I chased after the girls.

“Please,” I called after them, “She is in trouble and I know you know what’s going on.”

They ignored me.

“Look, we don’t have a problem but we could depending on if and how you answer these next questions,” I threatened. That’s when they heard it. The sass in my voice that was always more amplified when I was here, playing my character.

Both of their heads whipped around. “There’s no way.”

“Steph, Heidi-”

“Alionth?” they screeched and tossed their arms around me.

“It’s me,” I confirmed.

“What the hell are you doing with the police?” Steph asked.

“I know the cousin who reported Thia missing. Somehow I never put together that they were related,” I said, avoiding their real question.

“Oh wow. Small world,” Heidi said.

“Yeah. So she didn’t show last night?”

“No. She was supposed to, but she never came,” Heidi answered.

“Do you have any idea what happened to her?”

“I mean, I saw her go into the private room with that guy, but after that, nothing.”

“Have you ever seen that man before? Could you describe him?”

“Not really. It was dark,” Heidi said.

“No, but I’ve seen him before. Well, I didn’t recognize his face, but he was wearing a long trench coat that I’ve seen before,” Steph said.

I was about to ask if there was anything about the coat that stood out when a girl came stumbling out of the bathroom. “Help,” she croaked.

Prentiss and I rushed over to her.

“I tried to stop it,” she said. Her breathing was labored and she didn’t look familiar.

“Tried to stop what?” I asked.

“I tried. I tried. He did it again.” She wasn’t making any sense and she looked high.

“Who? Who’s he?” I pushed.

“The guy in the coat.” She started coughing, then collapsed.

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She woke up in the hospital dazed and confused. I stayed with her while Prentiss went back to report to the team and assist them with whatever else they needed.

“What happened?” she asked.

“You collapsed after we found you in the Camelot. You were high,” I told her. Once we got her to the hospital and she was stable, we looked through her clothes and found a small bag full of a white powder. The lab was running it to figure out what it was. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Amanda. I dance at the gentlemen’s club a few blocks away. Who are you?”

“I’m Agent Chambers-”

“Agent?”

“Yes. We are investigating the disappearance of-”

“Multiple women in the area?” she finished eagerly.

“No, actually. Just the disappearance of Cindi Burns, also known as Thia.”

“What? No,” she quickly became irritated. “This has been happening to exotic dancers all over the city.”

“What? How do you know this?”

“I’ve been tracking it. I bounce around a lot between clubs, and that’s when I realized that I kept seeing the same man. That doesn’t seem like a big deal, men go to multiple clubs, right? But it is weird if he wears the same exact coat each time he comes, and each time, he asks for a private dance with one of our girls, and then that very same girl goes missing the next day.” I was impressed at how observant she was. There’s a lot going on in a club, so most girls just tune it out and only focus on what they’re doing.

“Wow. How long has this been going on?”

“Probably four or five months. No one is looking for these girls because most of them don’t have people who are looking out for them. I tried telling the police but they brushed them off as run-aways.” She was very passionate, and I respected her dedication.

“Do you want to do something in law enforcement when you graduate?” I asked. Her eyes went wide and I knew I was right.

“Yes. How did you know that?” she asked in wonder.

“I’m with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. It’s part of my job,” I smiled. These girls didn’t hear it enough that needing financial help to get them through college was acceptable, that what they were doing was an acceptable form of secondary income to get them a higher education. “You seem like you’d be a great addition to the system.”

“Thanks. You’re literally my age, how is it possible that you are already working in a top unit of the FBI?” Her excitement quickly diminished. “You’re probably looking at me and wondering what in the hell I’m doing.”

“No, actually. I’ve been where you are. Actually, I still am where you are. I dance at the Camelot occasionally.” Amanda looked at me bewildered, but it brought light to her eyes.

“You work for the FBI and dance?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Must be. What are you going to do about this?”

“Can I ask you a few more questions?”

“Absolutely. What do you need to know?” It gave me hope that this woman was so invested in helping.

“Walk me through what happened and what you remember.”

She told me that she’d gone for a ‘smoke break’ around midnight because that’s when the man usually showed up at the club. She looked around for him but never saw him. Amanda had only ever seen him at three of the five clubs she worked at, so she called the other two to ask them if a man like that was there. When the Camelot told her that someone there matched her description of him, she hailed a cab and drove over. When she arrived, she went straight to the private rooms, and found him forcing a girl to take drugs. When he saw her, he panicked and yanked her into the room and forced her to take the drugs as well. They immediately kicked in, she recalled, but she had enough wits about her to keep hold of the bag because the drug was nothing she recognized. She finally came-to in the bathroom, but by then, Thia was already gone and Prentiss and I had arrived.

I called Aaron and relayed the information.

“She messed up his routine and he panicked, causing him to get sloppy,” he told me.

“Yeah, but that means he might accelerate, which means …” I didn’t want to say it.

“I know. Hopefully we’ll get the toxicology report back soon so we can narrow down our search based on whatever drugs are in that bag,” he said, still trying to stay positive, even though deep down he knew this didn’t look good.

“How’s Morgan?”

“As expected. See if Amanda remembers anything else, then head back here.”

“Will do.”

Part 2

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kimnjss · 4 years ago

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could i possibly request a be my baby drabble where yoongi and yn meet? i know you said they met at a concert with jimin but i’m interested to see how the interaction happened

the random 'i can get you backstage' message on instagram would've gotten ignored if it wasn't for jimin. you had told him about it in passing, laughing it off as some poser trying to sleep with you. surprisingly that happened quite often, but jimin doesn't let it go. annoyed that you had no idea who had messaged you. like the name 'agust d' was supposed to mean something to you.

and because jimin was best friends with everybody, he was dragging you along to the show. no idea that agust d was one of his friends and was a rapper who was just getting his start. either way, it was saturday night, jimin seemed excited and you had nothing else to do.

so you were slipping on your favorite green dress, tying your hair in a sleek ponytail, and beating your face. all to stand in the crowd of sweaty jumpers granted you were front row but that didn't lessen the sweat around you.

it was a mix show, so this agust d character wasn't as big of a deal as he let on. he was third on, which was a pretty shitty spot, to be honest. but, fuck, did he own that third spot. coming out with his bleached blonde hair messy, looking plain in a black t-shirt and jeans, but the way that man owned the stage?

claiming he could turn anyone on, male or female and you were way too ready to learn the ins and outs of this said 'tongue technology'. so you're begging jimin to get you backstage, and he's agreeing with a roll of his eyes. an 'i told you so' fresh on his lips the moment you're making your way through the crowd.

agust d is sat on one of the couches, a taller extremely handsome man sat beside him. the man looks up at the new presence, grinning when his eyes land on jimin. he's quick on his feet to greet the two of you. even though you're standing right in front of him, agust d hasn't lifted his attention from his phone.

actually, it's not until you're speaking up does his attention shift. dark eyes finding you, marveling at the way your dress highlights your curves. he stands, pushing his hair back on his head. “hey, i'm yoongi.” offering a hand along with his rushed words, you're sending him a small that nearly knocks him off balance.

“yn...” the spark tingles your palm, all the way up your arm and to your heart the moment your hands are touching. taking over your mind with some ditsy feeling, with it comes a flush to your cheeks. “hi,” breathless, just standing there looking at him.

yoongi hasn't released your hand, suspended in the air and laced together. “i didn't think you'd come,” he remembers you and you have no idea why, because of course he'd remember the girl that he messaged just a few days ago... but your heart flutters at the small fact.

“i did. i'm impressed,” somehow, a compliment from you feels different. like your simple words were enough to validate everything he's done so far. dropping out of college on a whim to pursue this the least of his worries because you... you were impressed.

his grin is wide, showing off all of his teeth and you can't help but marvel at it. “i'm glad you like it. if you want i could show you more of my stuff,” his hand is slipping around your waist with such ease, leading you away from the growing group to a more secluded area backstage.

the instinct to push him away doesn't come, because even after just meeting him you feel comfortable with his arm around you. it's a weird feeling, but one that's too strong to just ignore.

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meetthemoosemonster · 5 years ago

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Introducing: Thalia Zion

Hey guys, I wrote part of the backstory for the new dnd character I’m using. Her name is Thalia Zion, but her cousin, Gary, and the rest of her family calls her Thia. She is Zazz and Fiona’s grandchild, and has had a pretty safe, normal childhood, living in a forest, not far from a small town, but this part of her back story talks about things like: death, grief, cutting, suicidal behaviors, bullying, homophobia, toxic relationships and uses the f and d slurs, so please please please be careful, and protect yourself. I’m warning you, the bit with the cutting is kinda graphic.

Thalia couldn't breath. She felt like she was choking. She tried to close her eyes to focus on her breathing, but all she saw was her mom’s dead body, limp in the bed, her father draped over her, shoulders shaking as he cried. Thalia’s eyes opened again, and her breathing got more and more rapid as she considered her options.

Hands shaking, she opened the drawer next to bed, and reached to the very back, her fingers brushed against dust and grim, but then she felt something sharp shoved into the crevice press against her finger. As she pulled the forgotten razor out, she turned it over and over in her hand, her brain screaming. Thalia lifted the sharp bit of metal to her upper arm, and she winced as it dragged across her skin, leaving a thin line, little droplets of blood welled up along it. She started to focus on the pain in her arm, and drew another line on her arm. Slowly, the pressure on her chest lightened as she repeated the action again, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She then wiped the razor down, and pushed it back into the shadows of her drawer. She tied a cloth over the cuts, and put on a long sleeved shirt. Wiping the tears off her face she snuck downstairs, and out of the house.

Thalia looked up, confused when she heard rustling ahead of her. She tried to smile when she saw her best friend, Kate, in front of her, but upon noticing the anger on Kate’s face, Thalia immediately stepped back. She knew what an angry Kate could do, but the anger had never been directed at her before. Another girl stumbled out behind Kate, a look of pity on her face.

“Kate?” Thalia started to speak, but was slapped across the face immediately.

“You dyke! You had a fuckin crush on me? I mean of course you do, fag. At least I never have to see you again. You’ll be glad to hear that all your so-called friends agree with me. They never want to see you again.” Kate spat out as Thalia cowered under her glare.

“Kate, I-” Thalia felt like she was going to hurl.

“At least now i have an excuse to get rid of your annoying ass. I swear, i could barely stand being near you, let alone have to deal with all the clinging. I’ve honestly done everyone a favor exposing you, so you wont keep lying to us about everything.” Kate left Thalia standing there, shaking. The panic was setting in again, all consuming. Whatever relief from her feelings that she had gotten before was shattered. Her feelings felt dizzying, and all she wanted was for everything to stop, even if it was only for a minute. She felt like she was suffocating here, with her friends leaving her, her mom being gone, it was too much. She needed to leave. Right now.

On her way back to her house she left a note on her cousins window. It said that she was leaving for a little while because she felt trapped in this town, and it had gotten to be too much. She then snuck back into the house and grabbed a bag from her closet. Thalia grabbed an extra set of clothes, a small picture of her family, and a dagger from her drawer. As she started to close her drawer, a glint of light against metal caught her eye, and Thalia looked to see the razor laying in the corner. Slowly she picked it up and dropped it into the front pocket of the backpack and tied it shut. Thalia tried to push her thoughts down and focused on sneaking out of the house.

By this time it was dark outside, and Thalia grabbed her mom’s cloak that was still hanging by the door, as if nothing had changed in the last week. As if her mom would walk out of her room any moment now to ask her what she was doing. But there was nothing, only the shadows around her.

Thalia knew these woods inside and out, so navigating to the town in the dark was relatively easy, other than a few branches hitting her arms, she was running through the woods without any difficulty. But she slowed down when she saw a light ahead of her, and her cousin standing there, clutching something.

“Gar? What are you doing here?” Thalia approached her cousin.

“To stop you, or if I can’t do that, make sure I give you some stuff.” Gary responded. “Thalia, you can’t go, your family needs you.

“I have a feeling I’m not going to be much help, and you’re not changing my mind, Gar.”

Gary sighed, “Yeah i figured you would say that, so I bought a couple things you might need. First,” they picked up a long sword from the ground, swung the harness over her head,” You’re gonna need a sword if you’re going on an adventure. You remember the basics I taught you, right?” Thalia nodded. Gary untied the bundle in their arms, revealing some food, water, gold and a silver necklace, a chunky locket charm attached to it.

“I got you some food and water so you don’t die cause you’re not eating or drinking. And I gave you 20 gold for things you need. It’s not a lot, but it’s what I had to spare.” Gary wrapped up everything other than the locket in the green cloth. “By the way, this was Grandma Zazz’s jacket, so don’t destroy it. I figured that you might want something of hers when you’re going on your own adventure.”

“Ok, I’ll be careful.” Thalia smiled, then picked up the locket. “Whats this?”

“Here, press down on the side, carefully.“ The locket opened up in Thalia’s palm. A green orb wrapped in paper was revealed, along with a picture of her grandparents wedding, people that Thalia couldn’t identify, but she assumed they were Zazz and Fiona’s friends, surrounding the newly married couple in the center. Gar also handed Thalia a picture of the two of them, taken when Thalia was around nine or ten, and Gar was around 18.

Gary then pointed at the green orb. “This is gardener, a slipstone. Grandma Zazz got it from the Sin of Pride, and it is to be broken only when you have ABSOLUTELY no other choice. Ok?” Gary stared intensely at Thalia, and Thalia nodded, looking down at the orb, wary. She then closed the locket , enclosing the slipstone and the pictures inside and clasped the locket around her neck.

“Gar, I really have to go, but I’ll be careful,I promise.”

“I know you will.” They embraced Thalia, and looked at her for a good second before letting go of their cousin. “I love you Thia, you better stay safe, or I’m going to have to find you and smack some sense into you.”

Thalia started to walk away, waving. “Bye Gar, take care of my dad for me.” Gary nodded sadly and watched their cousin fade into the shadows.

NOTE: The items and land are NOT my creation. They are the amazing DMs work of art. What is mine are the characters from the Zion family, Thalias toxic friends, the situation, and how it plays out. Please keep that in mind.

#first things first I would Never encourage cutting or self harm #i love yall and want you(yes you) to be happy and safe and loved #and you can always talk to me if you need someone to rant to #please dont read this if you know its going to hurt you in any way shap or form #your safety is always more important than my writing #here come the tw tags and if i missed one pls tell me #tw cutting #tw self harm #tw grief #tw grapic #tw bulling #d slur #f slur #The Zion Chronicles #Thalia Zion #Gary Zion #nika writes

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appolojustice · 6 years ago

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>Think of a cute little shippy thing that you want to write into like a 1,000 word drabble >Turn it into almost 10k worth of character introspection and backstory with some strong shippy elements >profit

Title: Constant Fandom: Kallende DnD Pairing: Rilas Word Count: 7,687 Content Warning: Talk of parental figures and parental death, some very sad young Silas

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“Do you have to go?”

Thia gave a sorrowful smile and knelt down next to her young son.

Silas was watching his mother with wide, sad eyes, waiting for her answer. There was a tiny pout on his face that she could tell he was trying to hide. Somehow, that only made it more effective.

She stroked his hair gently before leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“I'm sorry, love,” she said. “I know these trips are hard for you.”

Silas wrapped his small arms around Thia's neck, hugging her tight. Thia hugged him back, pressing another kiss into his hair.

“I'll be back before you know it,” she said, softly. “What should we do together when I get back? A picnic?”

Silas paused, then nodded, and Thia gave him one more kiss before he picked his head up. His eyes were wet.

“I'll miss you,” he murmured.

Thia gave him another smile, trying to be reassuring. “I'll miss you,” she said. “It won't be long. I'll be back soon.”

As Silas nodded, Thia grew a bit more somber. She carefully removed her necklace and placed it around Silas’ neck.

“Take good care of that while I'm gone,” she said. “You'll keep it safe, won't you?”

As he always did, Silas took the pendant in his hand, inspecting it closely, brow furrowed in concentration. Then, as he always did, he carefully placed the pendant back down on his chest, then looked up and asked her about his father.

It seemed the only time he had the courage to. These small moments when Aedan's necklace was around his neck.

This time, he asked, “Am I like him?”

Thia smiled at this, her chest filling with warmth, and took her son's face in her hands.

“You have his heart,” she said, and it was the truth. She had never known anyone who loved as fiercely as Aedan, until her son was born.

Silas gave her a small smile at this, and she kissed his forehead one last time before releasing his cheeks and straightening back up.

“I have to go, love,” she said. “I'm sorry. I'll miss you so much.”

“Come back soon,” Silas said, and Thia smiled.

“I will,” she said. “Be good for Elaric, now. No trouble. I love you.”

“Love you,” Silas echoed, and his voice sounded just a tiny bit thick.

Thia left then.

Silas, as he watched his mother leave, didn't feel any sort of dread outside of the usual. No sense of foreboding, no drop of his stomach, no goosebumps or hairs standing on end.

This departure didn't feel at all different from the many others he'd lived through.

But this departure was different.

When the door closed behind Thia, Silas never saw his mother again.

Silas had a habit of fidgeting with his necklace when he was nervous. It helped keep him calm, though he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was its connection to the druids, who had done their best to teach him to control his emotions. Maybe it was the memory of his mother. Maybe it was simply the familiarity of it, it being the only thing Silas had managed to hold onto for most of his life.

Whatever the case, he was fiddling now, as the party made its way through the busy streets of a port city's marketplace. It was midday, and the vendors were pedaling everything from food to expensive jewelry, and the street was crowded enough that the group had to dodge and slip and push their way through.

It wasn't that Silas was afraid of crowds. They just set him on edge. He didn't enjoy being jostled, and he couldn't help but think of his youth, when crowds like this provided the easiest pickings for lifting wallets off clueless passersby.

More than that, though, he didn't enjoy the little skip his heart did every time one of the others would disappear into the crowd in front of him, as part of him feared they wouldn't resurface.

It was an irrational fear, but he couldn't stop it from getting to him every time.

So he fidgeted, his brow furrowed, trying his best to keep up.

That is, until he felt a hand take his own.

His pace slowed as he felt himself relaxing intuitively. When he looked over at Riley, she smiled, giving his hand a squeeze.

He smiled back, slowly letting his necklace fall back against his chest.

He'd been needing it less, lately.

“Where exactly are we going, again?” Seren said from a few feet ahead of him, obviously annoyed. No doubt she was having the same thoughts on pickpockets that Silas was.

“I found a guy who has a job we can help with,” Rhogar said, and then, with a knowing smile, “Seemed like it would pay pretty well.”

Sure enough, Seren gave a huff, but didn't argue further.

They continued on a little ways, winding through the streets, then ducking down one alley and another before coming to a stop in front of a little hovel of a shop tucked away into a corner. Though they’d left the crowd sometime ago, Riley’s hand was still in Silas’ own.

Rhogar knocked on the door, and after a moment a small, wizened human opened the door a crack, glaring out.

“I brought the others,” Rhogar said, in a dubious sort of way that fit the atmosphere enough to make Silas smile.

The old man looked them all over, before sighing and stepping outside.

“You’ll do,” he said, in a tone that implied an, I suppose. “I’ve explained all this to your friend here, but...I’m an apothecary. I usually go by myself to get ingredients, but...lately I’ve been having a lot of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?” Mara asked.

The man snorted.

“The monster kind,” he said. “Kobolds moved into one of my favorite gathering spots. I need someone to clear them out. I’ll pay, and well. What do you say?”

“Just kobolds?” Seren said. “I think we can handle that.”

The man nodded before giving a grunt.

“Five gold an ear,” he said. “Ten gold a kobold. Here’s a map. Be quick about it.”

As he disappeared back inside his shop, Silas said, “Talkative fellow.”

Riley laughed at this, and Silas felt himself smiling again.

“Come on,” she said, “If we’re fast, we can be done before sundown!”

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“This is the place, right?” Riley stopped walking and looked around. “I don’t...see any kobolds.”

“Maybe we have the drop on them,” Silas said, as he came to stand beside her.

“Yeah,” Seren said, voice wary. “Or maybe they have the drop on us.”

The party exchanged uneasy glances as they considered this.

They had followed the old man’s directions to an area not far from the sea, where salt grasses and tough, packed sand intermingled. Several dunes, covered in vegetation, dotted the landscape, providing ample cover to whatever could be lurking nearby.

And Kobolds were known for their traps.

Riley slipped her greataxe off of her back. “Guess we should be ready for anything, then.”

They began poking around the terrain, looking for any signs of Kobolds, taking note of anything suspicious.

As Silas passed by a particularly large tuft of salt grasses, something caught his eye within it.

Frowning, he took a few steps closer, squinting into the obscured area.

He was just about to reach out and part the grasses when something suddenly moved from within it, springing towards him.

He cried out and tried to get out of the way, but the creature had caught him too off-guard, and it slammed into his chest, knocking him over before barreling past him.

Silas winced and rolled into his stomach, wanting to warn the others, but soon saw there was no need.

A group of Kobolds, nine or ten in all, had descended on them, circling them in, and the others were all readying themselves for a fight.

Silas scrambled to his feet as the Kobold that had attacked him turned on him again. It started towards him, but Silas held his hand out, and a shard of ice flew towards it, burying deep in its heart. It gave a strangled sort of sound and fell over.

That done, Silas turned his attention to the rest of the group. Riley had made short work of two of the kobolds already, and was turning her attention to another. Silas watched as Orel knocked one over the head with his quarterstaff, giving Seren an opening to slip behind it and stab it in the back. Rhogar and Mara stood nearby, slinging spells towards some of the remaining enemies.

A kobold appeared behind Riley then, small axe raised, and Silas shouted a warning as he raised his hand.

A vine shot out of the ground, wrapping around the kobold and incapacitating it, just as Riley turned around and swung her greataxe at it, ending the threat. She turned and grinned at Silas.

“Thanks, sunshine!” she said, before turning back to the fight.

Silas blinked, momentarily stuck on the nickname he still wasn’t used to, before a growl to his right brought him back into the fight.

Silas slipped his quarterstaff off of his back, imbuing it with magic as he did. As the kobold at his side lunged, he swung the staff towards it, connecting with a satisfying thunk.

The kobold flew back in the direction it had come from, and while it was still in the air, a blast of fire caught it and sent it sailing back a few more feet. It landed and didn’t move.

Silas looked up and grinned over at Rhogar. “Nice shot!”

Rhogar gave a sarcastic little bow and fired another spell off.

“Uh, guys?” Seren said, a moment later. “We may have a problem!”

Silas, confused, followed Seren’s gaze.

The remaining kobolds had begun to gather around one of their own, who had raised an arm. The ground around him was changing. Thick grass and vines spilled out from around him, barreling towards the others. Orel and Mara, closest to the new threat, were quickly swept up in the vines, restrained. Riley slashed at the vines with her greataxe, but they kept coming all the same, managing to wrap around her leg.

“Silas!’ Rhogar shouted, as the vines crept closer to him. “I think we could use some druid magic over here!”

“Are you ready, Silas?”

A few years back, Silas had stood in a clearing in the forest, surrounded by the druids of his grove. The druid elder, Jophyra, stood before him, a wooden quarterstaff in her hand, a kind smile on her face. Behind her stood the other archdruids, some of them looking considerably less kind.

Silas, a few years younger but no less stubborn, frowned and stuck his chin out.

“Of course,” he said.

Really, he’d never been more nervous.

Jophyra nodded and stepped forward, handing the quarterstaff over to him.

“You can do this,” she said, so only he could hear. “Just relax.”

Silas didn’t respond, instead turning his attention down to the staff in his hands.

He wasn't sure he could do this. No part of the druid ways had proven easy, but the magic had given him more trouble than anything else.

He wouldn't truly be a druid until he could do this.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

What would his mother say if she could see him now? Following in the footsteps of the man she had cared so much for?

The man that Silas had never met.

If he passed this test, if he became a druid and joined his father's Grove…would it help him understand, even just a little?

Silas gritted his teeth and put everything he could into his spell.

When he opened his eyes, the staff had changed. Fresh young vines spiraled their way along its wood surface, small white flowers blooming in certain spots.

More than that, the staff felt different. It was subtle, but the wood seemed to be humming slightly in his hands now. If you looked at it just right, it almost seemed to glow.

Silas had seen many staffs like this over the course of his training.

“Well done, my child,” Jophyra said.

Silas looked up at her and beamed.

Jophyra was smiling at him, pride evident on her face.

“Welcome to our Grove, Silas,” she said. “You are now officially a druid.”

It was a moment before Silas found his voice. “Thank you.”

Jophyra’s smile softened.

“You did all the work, my dear,” she said. “You should be proud of yourself.”

Silas smiled, but it wavered as he thought again of his parents. He wondered if they would be proud of him, had they been here.

“Is there anything else I need to do?” he asked, quietly, as he handed the staff back to Jophyra.

“No,” she said. “That’s all there is to it, my dear.”

Then she paused, before a sad smile crossed her face.

“Well,” she said, “Normally there is a second part.”

Silas gave her a questioning look, and she continued.

“Every druid,” she said, “Carries with them a symbol of their home Grove. It is proof both of their commitment to the ways of the Druids, of their hard work in becoming one, and of their rightful place in the community. It is a druid’s identity. But it is also a reminder of their call towards a greater good.”

Jophyra's expression grew more serious, and Silas had a hard time reading it.

“It is sacred,” she said, softly. “And it is a privilege very few will ever have.”

Silas’ heart had sunk by the time Jophyra finished. He couldn't quite meet her eye when he spoke next.

“Do I,” he said, quietly, “Do I not get one?”

Jophyra's expression softened again, and she smiled as she gently re-adjusted the necklace around Silas’ neck.

“Oh, my dear,” she said. “You already have one.”

Silas gritted his teeth as the overgrown vines began to creep towards him as well, and began preparing a spell of his own.

This kind of thing would be tricky, but if he really focused…

He opened his eyes, and the vines began to retreat, releasing the others and starting back towards the kobolds. The kobolds, who had been looking smug, were now looking panicked, and had only begun to retreat when the vines reached them, wrapping them up instead.

Rhogar gave a whoop.

“Yeah!” he cried. “Don’t bring plant magic to a fight with a druid! Easy pickings!”

“I’ll hold them there,” Silas said, still concentrating, fighting the kobold wizard who had cast the spell, “Just...hurry and finish it, yeah?”

The others nodded and started forward.

Silas watched as the others began to make short work of the remaining kobolds. His spell held, despite his struggling and any doubts he had. If he was being honest, he was more amazed than proud of that fact. He didn’t think he’d see a day when he could go toe to toe with another magic user and-

His thoughts were interrupted as something tackled him from behind, roughly, pushing him to the ground. He lost all concentration and control over the spell as his head hit the sandy ground beneath him, and before he could recover, that something was on top of him, taking swats at his head.

He tried to defend himself, pulling his arms up to block the blows, but the kobold only began attacking lower. Silas felt it grab onto his necklace and tug, and he panicked, bringing his own fist up to slam into the kobold’s head.

Unfortunately, Silas was never one for hand-to-hand combat. The punch seemed to do little but annoy the kobold, which glared down at Silas before raising its arm for another strike.

And then the Kobold was being yanked off of him and thrown, and Silas sat up in time to see it land at Seren’s feet, who drove a knife through its throat unceremoniously.

“That’s the last of them,” Seren said.

“Are you okay?” Riley said from beside him, as she put a hand on his cheek. “That one came out of nowhere.”

Silas gave her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine,” he said. “Just a tumble. Thanks for the help.”

RIley smiled back and helped him to his feet.

“Let’s finish up here,” Seren said. “I see eleven dead kobolds. That’s over 100 gold, if I can’t convince the old guy to give us more.”

“Yeah, because you’re such a sweet talker,” Rhogar said, as he accepted a knife from Orel.

Seren gave him a sharp grin. “Who said anything about sweet?”

Once they’d collected the ears and anything else worth taking, Orel sighed.

“Let’s head back,” he said. “It’s going to be dark soon, and I don’t think any of us want to be ambushed in the dark.”

Just as they were about to leave, habit made Silas reach up to squeeze the pendant around his neck.

His fingers met empty air.

Confused, he looked down.

And his heart dropped into his stomach.

His necklace wasn't there.

After Elaric had gone out one night and never returned, after Silas had given up hope that his guardian- or anyone, for that matter- was coming back for him, after Silas had packed what little he could from his childhood home and abandoned it, after he'd been scooped off the streets by a friendly boy a few years older than him, after he'd been fed for the first time in several days and had been given a bed and the promise of a safe place to stay for as long as he needed, Silas found himself thinking of his father.

He sat on his new bed with his legs pulled up to his chest and stared at his necklace intently, as if the pendant with its intricate design could somehow begin talking, tell him something about this man he knew nothing about.

Right now, all alone and ripped from his home, there was really only one thing he could think of that he knew about his father.

Is he coming back? He'd asked his mother once. And she'd given him a sad smile and kissed him and said, Of course he is, little fawn.

Silas’ frown deepened as he turned the pendant over in his hand.

Remember what I told you about that necklace, she'd said, and he'd nodded, because he did remember. She was holding it for him. She'd give it back when he returned.

But he hadn't, and now Silas had the necklace.

He's very busy, she'd said, but I'm sure he thinks of you every day.

Then where was he? Silas needed him.

His mother had raised him alone for five years. She'd died a year before.

His eyes began to water, and he gritted his teeth.

He didn't want to be alone. He didn't like it.

Your father loves you, Silas.

With a cry of grief and frustration, Silas removed the necklace from around his neck and hurled it at the opposite wall. It hit with a sharp tink and clattered to the floor.

A second later, cold guilt gripped at Silas.

Take good care of it, his mother had always asked. Every time. Including the last.

Silas scrambled out of bed and over to the necklace, praying that it wouldn't be shattered. He very carefully picked it up.

Your father loves us, both of us. Her warm smile. This necklace is proof.

Silas was crying now, and when he saw that the necklace hadn't shattered, but had received a small chip towards the top, he clutched it close to his chest and slid down to the floor.

When I'm away, she said, as she slipped the necklace around his neck, if you get lonely… Just hold onto this, and remember that your parents love you. And we always will.

He held onto it now, tighter than ever, because his parents were both gone now, and neither was ever coming back, and his father's necklace was the only physical thing he had left to hold onto that could remind him they'd ever been there at all.

Silas stopped dead in his tracks as the reality of the situation sank in.

His necklace was gone. It was gone.

“Wait,” he said, “Wait, my-”

But that was all he could get out before panic closed his throat up. He ran back the way he'd come, towards where the Kobold had tackled him.

“Silas?” This was Riley, concerned, but he couldn't manage to answer her, instead dropping to his hands and knees in the sand, sifting frantically.

His words came out in fragments as his mind whirled.

“My,” he said. “Gods. Where. I can't. Where did it. Gods. My-”

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see Riley watching him, worry clouding her face.

“Silas,” she said. “What's wrong? What happened?”

Silas stared at her for a few seconds before he looked back down at the ground. He took a deep breath. It did little to calm him, but he managed to answer.

“My,” he said, “My necklace. My necklace. It. I don't know where it-”

He wasn't able to finish, but he didn't have to. The worry on Riley's face changed to understanding, then back to concern as she scanned the ground beneath them.

“Guys!” She called to the others, “Come back! Silas lost his necklace. We have to find it!”

Silas was back to searching, feeling close to tears.

“I can't lose it,” he said. “I can't….it was my dad's. My mom gave it to me. I can't-”

He felt Riley's hand on his cheek then, and he looked up, eyes wet.

“Hey,” she said, “We'll find it. Don't worry. We'll find it.”

After a moment, Silas nodded, and Riley gave him a reassuring smile before joining him in his search.

Soon after, the others joined in to. They searched the area Silas had fallen. They searched the surrounding sands. They searched the body of the Kobold that had attacked him. They even expanded their search past where they had fought, combing the dunes as best they could.

None of them had any luck.

When the sun began to get low, Seren finally sighed.

“I'm sorry, Silas,” she said. “But if we haven't found it yet, we're not going to find it in the dark.”

Silas didn't look up from his searching, but the hollow feeling in his chest told him Seren was right.

“You all can go back to town,” he said, quietly. “You've helped enough. I can keep looking alone.”

“And leave you out here for more Kobolds to find?” Rhogar said. “No thanks.”

The hollow deepened, and Silas knew Rhogar was right, too.

He stopped searching and sat in the sand, looking up at the others, his eyes beginning to water again.

“I can't leave it,” he said. “I can't just…”

He trailed off and looked down again. The necklace was his one constant, the one thing he'd always had, no matter what, the one thing connecting him to his family, the one thing he'd managed not to lose.

“It can't be gone,” he finished, very softly.

“Silas,” Riley said, “I'm so sorry.”

Silas looked up to meet her eye, and he could tell that she really was. Not just that he had lost his necklace, but that she hadn't been able to help him find it.

The only thing worse than his growing feeling of dread, he realized, was adding the feeling of knowing Riley was upset on top of it.

“It's okay,” he said. “You all…You helped so much. Thank you, really.”

“We can try again tomorrow?” Mara offered, but even as they said it Silas knew it wouldn't do much good.

“We can't stay here a whole extra day on my account,” Silas said. “Let's just...let's just go back to the inn, yeah? Before it gets too dark.”

The others exchanged sad glances before nodding and starting off.

Silas thought he was ready to face the loss of the necklace, but it wasn't until they had left the area that the full weight of it all hit him, and his breath briefly caught in a sob. He pulled himself together immediately after, but not before Riley had noticed and taken his hand, squeezing it tight.

---

Riley had asked about the necklace before, of course. She was always curious, about everything, and Silas was one of her favorite subjects to learn about. Silas didn't mind. He adored her curiosity, her interest, just as he adored most things about her, and even though her questions weren't always easy to answer, Silas always tried his best to.

First, while they had been walking along the trail between one village and another, she had remarked, “You always have that necklace on.”

Which wasn't really a question, so he’d simply said, “Yeah. It’s...it’s important.”

She hadn’t poked further.

Then on another occasion, when they were sharing a watch and keeping each other company late at night, she had asked, “Where did you get it? Your necklace?”

To which he’d replied, “Oh. My mom gave it to me. It used to be my dad’s.”

Again, she let the discussion end there, though Silas was sure she had more questions.

It wasn’t until they had begun dating that she felt comfortable enough asking further.

It was a lazy morning in a tavern room, and Silas had been doing his best impression of a sleeping druid, trying not to notice that Riley had been gently trying to get him to stir.

“I know you’re awake,” she’d finally said, but didn’t make any moves to do anything about it.

Silas smiled and rolled over, burying himself deeper into Riley’s embrace.

“I’m not,” he said. “You must be hearing things.”

She laughed, though Silas could hear a bit of a pout in her voice when she spoke again.

“All I hear,” she said, “Is a very cute voice, lying to me.”

“Five more minutes,” he replied. “Please?”

And Riley had laughed again and coalesced.

A moment later, though, she’d said, “Your necklace….it. Was your dad’s?”

Silas, surprised at the question, didn’t answer right away.

“Yes,” he finally said. “He gave it to my mom when he...when he left. She gave it to me every time she went on a job, so…”

He trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish the thought. RIley knew what had happened to his mother on her last job.

Riley hugged him a little closer, and changed the subject off of his mother.

“What does the symbol mean?” she asked. “It’s very pretty.”

Silas shifted so he could look down at the symbol on the necklace. It was deer's head with tree branches for antlers, the branches curling up and around the druid triskelion.

He didn’t think about it much. Not because it wasn’t important, but because he’d seen it so often, for so many years. Like the face of a loved one, the details had blurred into a feeling.

“It’s the symbol of his grove,” he said. “Well...my grove too, now. It shows that we’re a member of it. Every grove has a different one.”

Riley thought this over for a moment.

“It’s kind of like...my satchel,” she said. “Rose gave it to me to help me remember my time in the circus, so...it kind of reminds me I. Belonged there.”

Silas smiled. “Yeah. Kind of like that.”

“I can’t imagine giving Rose’s gift away,” she went on. “I’d have to…”

She trailed off as she looked down at Silas, her face growing serious for a moment. Then, she smiled again.

“He must have loved her a lot,” she said.

SIlas stared at Riley in surprise for a moment, before looking back down at his necklace. “Yeah. I...I guess so.”

There was a long pause.

“He told her he’d come back,” Silas finally said, quietly. “He asked her to hold onto it for him, until he came back. It was like a promise.”

Riley seemed to understand what he was getting at.

She pulled him closer again.

“I think he meant well,” she said. “It seems like…he really wanted to keep that promise. Like he wanted you all to have hope.”

Silas didn’t answer, though his eyes were beginning to feel wet.

“I think that would make sense, anyway,” Riley added, softly, “If he’s anything like you.”

And in the quiet morning, Silas heard his mother’s voice in his head.

You have his heart.

The journey back to the inn was a long one.

Silas spent it in silence. The mood was more somber than it should have been, given their recent victory. Silas blamed himself for that.

He could tell Riley was watching him. She kept glancing over at him, concerned, but he didn't know what to say. It was all too much, and he didn't want her to worry.

When they finally reached the inn, Silas slipped away from the group and up to his room. He knew the others would notice his absence, but he'd be better equipped to answer their questions once he'd had the time to gather himself. Or at least, he hoped he would be.

His mind was too busy to even attempt sleep, so he sat down on the bed instead. He stared down at his feet, trying to come to terms with what had happened.

Gone. His necklace was gone.

He'd been alone for several minutes when he heard the door to the room open, and he looked up to see Riley approaching him, a bowl in her hand and a hesitant smile on her face.

He tried to smile back, to reassure her, but he wasn't sure how successful he was. “Hey, Ri.”

“I brought you some stew,” Riley said, holding the bowl out. “It’s not that bad, for a tavern stew. The meat wasn't even that chewy!”

Silas smiled again, a bit more genuinely this time.

“Thanks,” he said. “But I'm not...I'm not feeling too hungry right now, really.”

Riley's smile faltered as she set the bowl aside and came to sit next to him on the bed. Silas rested his head against her arm, thankful for the company.

“I shouldn't be this upset,” he mumbled. “It's not like anyone got hurt. It was just...it was just a stupid necklace.”

Even as he said it, he knew it wasn't true.

Riley seemed to know it, too.

“It was important to you,” she said, quietly.

Silas didn't answer for a moment, too busy trying to keep his emotions in check.

“It's just,” he said, his voice thick now, “It was all I had left of them. Either of them.”

Riley's arms were wrapping around him now, pulling him in closer. When he climbed into her lap, she gently pulled them both down onto the bed, wrapping Silas up into an embrace as she did so.

“I know,” she said.

Silas was crying now, because he could hear his mom's voice in his head, asking him for the last favor she ever would.

“She asked me to take care of it,” he said. “She told me to look after it, and I-”

“Silas,” Riley said, gently, “She'd understand.”

“No, but I still-”

He stopped as he sobbed, and buried his face into Riley's chest.

“How could I lose it like that?” he said. “Why wasn't I more careful? It was...the one thing I couldn't…”

He trailed off, unable to finish the thought. It was too much. The necklace meant too much. His last promise to his mother, the last thing she'd given him, his connection to his Grove, his identity as a druid, the only piece of his father he'd ever had, the chance to find his father, somehow, and show him that necklace, to have him understand…

It was all gone.

So he let himself cry, and he let Riley hold him, until her comfort and his own exhaustion helped his tears give way into an uneasy sleep.

“Mama, what’s this?”

Silas was four, and wearyingly precocious, but his mother liked to humour most of his antics, so when he scrambled up into her lap and began examining her necklace, she only smiled and ruffled his curls.

“It's a necklace,” she said, and Silas gave her a pout.

“I know,” he said, “But what's it for? You always have it.”

Thia laughed.

“It's not really for anything, dear,” she said. “I always have it because your father gave it to me.”

Silas blinked and looked down at the pendant again. “Oh.”

Thia noticed his change in demeanor, and shifted so she could wrap him up in a hug, giving his cheek a raspberry.

“Can I tell you a secret, little fawn?” she asked, and Silas, giggling, nodded. “Before you were born, your father had to go back to his home. He didn't want to, but they needed him. He told me to keep this necklace. He said he'd come back someday, and I could give it back to him then.”

Silas seemed to consider this. Thia gave him a kiss.

“Your father loves us,” she said. “Both of us. This necklace is proof. It was very important to him. So I'm keeping it safe for him. Will you help me do that?”

Silas smiled and nodded.

“Good,” Thia said, before lifting him off of her lap and setting him back on his feet. “Now, go play. It's nearly supper.”

And Silas had, happy and content, with the image of a father who loved him and a mother happy to welcome him home fresh in his mind.

Silas awoke feeling hollow.

It had been a long time since he'd felt that emptiness, especially in the morning, when he woke up next to Riley. But the loss of his necklace was still fresh on his mind; he could still almost feel its absence around his neck, and every time he thought of it his stomach tightened a little more into a knot.

And also, he suddenly realized with a start, he couldn't actually feel Riley beside him this morning.

Confused, he turned over, prepared to pull himself closer to her again, and instead sat up, surprised.

Riley wasn't lying beside him. She wasn't in the room. He was alone.

“Riley?” he called.

When there was no answer, he quickly got to his feet.

He shouldn’t be worried. There was no reason to think anything had happened. She’d probably just gone downstairs for breakfast, or for a quick morning walk.

But it was so unlike her to leave him without saying anything.

Orel was the only one in the inn's small dining area aside from the barkeep when Silas made his way downstairs. He gave Silas an acknowledging nod.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Have you seen Riley?” Silas asked.

If Orel was bothered by Silas’ lack of a returning greeting, he didn’t show it. He simply shook his head and gave him a curious look.

“She’s usually in your room with you at this hour,” Orel said. “Is she not?”

“No,” Silas said, his stomach twisting again, ever so slightly. “I'm...I'm going to go look for her, okay? I'll be back.”

Orel gave him another nod and a reassuring smile. “I'm sure she's nearby. Don't wander too far off.”

Silas stepped out of the inn into the salty morning air. It was refreshing, and the sound of waves nearby was calming, but Silas wasn't much in a mood to appreciate either of those things. He glanced about, hoping to spy a glimpse of Riley, and when he didn't, he started forward.

But where could she have gone? Where would he even start-

“Silas!”

He turned towards the voice as relief flooded through him. Riley was jogging up to him, looking equal parts overjoyed and sheepish, and he gave her a smile as she stopped in front of him.

“Morning,” he said.

“Silas,” Riley said, catching her breath. “Sorry. I wanted to be back before you woke up.”

“I was just a little worried,” Silas admitted. “Is everything okay?”

At this, Riley brightened up.

“Everything's great,” she said. “I have something to show you. Close your eyes.”

Silas raised an eyebrow at her, but did as she asked.

A few seconds later, he felt her gently place something around his neck.

He opened his eyes, blinking, and looked down at his chest to find a necklace resting there. A Druid necklace.

For a fraction of a second, Silas thought Riley had somehow found a new necklace, as similar to his as she could find, to help make his loss easier. But then he took the pendant into his hand and his heart leapt.

He saw the imperfections in the old metal, a pattern of wear that he knew by heart. He saw the small chip in the top, from the night he had thrown it at the wall. His thumb traced over the familiar groove on one side of the pendant, where years of fidgeting had worn down the metal.

Most obvious, though, was the pendant's design. A deer. Tree branches. A triskelion.

It was his Grove's symbol. The symbol of his father's Grove.

This wasn't a necklace. This was his necklace.

Silas looked up at Riley, shocked. He opened his mouth to say something, but found he didn't have any words.

She gave him a smile.

“I know how much it means to you,” she said. “And I hated seeing you so upset. So, after you fell asleep, I went back to try again.”

Silas blinked, surprised again.

“Have you,” Silas said, quietly, “have you been...looking for this all night?”

Riley smiled again, this time sheepishly.

“Yeah,” she admitted. “I knew I'd find it if I kept trying. It took a little longer than I thought it would. I really wanted to be back before you got up.”

Silas only continued to stare at Riley, blinking more as his eyes began to water.

“Riley,” he managed, before the words failed him again. He looked back down at his necklace, still not quite believing he had it back.

“How did you,” he started, trying to find the words, “It was...it was dark, and…”

“My prism!” Riley said, grinning. “It can cast light, so I just used that. I'm just glad I found it. I knew I was taking too long, and-”

She couldn't finish the thought, because in that moment Silas closed the gap between them and pulled her down into a kiss. When he pulled away, he wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her cheek, once, twice, several times, as he started to cry.

“Thank you,” he said, as clearly as he could around tears. “Riley, thank you. Thank you. You didn't….you didn't have to do this.”

Riley smiled and straightened back up, taking Silas with her and scooping him up into her arms.

“I know,” she said. “I wanted to.”

Silas gave a laugh that was half a sob.

“This means,” he said, voice still thick, “So much to me, Ri. Really, I…”

But he couldn't put into words the sheer amount of gratitude he felt, so he settled for kissing her again.

It seemed to get the point across just fine. Riley smiled and brushed some of his curls away from his face.

“The cord was broken,” she said. “I sort of...tied it back together, but…”

“I'll fix that,” Silas said. “It's not important. I thought I'd lost the whole thing. I thought…”

He trailed off, looking down at the necklace once more, before looking back up at Riley, beaming.

“You're incredible,” he said. “You know that?”

She blushed at this, averting her gaze, but smiled all the same.

Silas saw this and smiled back as he leaned in to kiss her cheek again.

“You're incredible,” he repeated, softer this time. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Silas,” Riley said, before smiling again and kissing him back.

As she pulled away, Silas said, “This is. The nicest thing anyone's ever done for me, Ri, I...I don't know how I'll ever repay you.”

Riley laughed softly and shook her head.

“You don't have to,” she said. “You deserved it, because. Because you're, well...you.”

Silas’ heart skipped a beat, and he could feel himself blushing.

“Well,” he finally managed to say, “There has to be something I can do, right?”

Riley laughed again.

“I am pretty tired now,” she said. “You think the others would be okay with staying here an extra day after all?”

“I think they'll have to be,” Silas said. “I'm not going to let anyone disturb you.”

Riley rested her forehead against Silas’. “And will there be cuddling?”

“The whole day,” Silas said, smiling.

“Mm,” Riley said, as she started back towards the inn, “My hero.”

Silas laughed at this, then reached up to find his necklace.

He found the pendant, and held on tight.

It wasn't uncommon for Aedan's work to be interrupted.

His concentration on a book detailing the fauna of southern Byram was interrupted as he felt arms wrap around his chest, the soft feeling of lips just barely grazing his neck.

He smiled and put the book aside.

“Hi, love,” he said, and Thia laughed as she gave his cheek a kiss.

He never really minded being interrupted.

“Aedan,” Thia was saying, as she straightened up again and took his hand, “Look.”

She gently guided him down to her stomach, and pressed his palm against it, holding it there. Aedan held very still until he felt a small thump against his hand.

“Oh!” he exclaimed, as Thia released his hand. “They….they moved!”

Thia smiled and rested her own hands against her stomach.

“Getting restless,” she said, a bit wistful. “If he's anything like his father, I bet he's ready to see the world.”

Aedan smiled again, shaking his head. “You're so sure it's a boy.”

“Just a hunch,” Thia replied, shrugging.

“And me with the perfect name picked out for a girl.”

“I'm not naming my daughter Drusilla,” Thia said blankly, before shooting Aedan a grin.

Aedan smiled back, but then his smile faded as he began to reach for his book.

Thia noticed right away, frowning and putting a hand on his cheek. “Aedan? What's wrong?”

He sighed. “It's just...I'll be leaving in a week, and…”

Thia gave him a sympathetic smile. “I know, love. It's not ideal, is it?”

“I'll miss his birth,” Aedan said. “I don't know how long I'll be gone, and. Best case, I'll still probably-”

“Hey,” Thia said, taking Aedan's face in her hands. “We’ve already talked about this, remember? You'll be back when you can be back. It can't be helped.”

Aedan studied Thia's face for a moment before he answered. “What if I didn't go?”

She smiled and kissed him, before letting him go again. “You have to, love,” she said. “Your family needs you.”

Aedan thought of the letter he'd received from his Grove, asking for him to return. Asking for his help.

“You're my family, too,” he said, quietly.

Thia looked surprised for a moment before she smiled again.

“And this family,” she said, leaning in to kiss him again, “will still be here when you get back. I love you, Aedan. I'm not going anywhere.”

“I didn't think you would,” he said. “I just…”

He trailed off, and after a moment Thia pulled him to his feet before embracing him.

“I know,” she said. “I know.”

“You're too good to me, you know,” Aedan said. “Letting me go off to who knows where at a time like this.”

“Please,” Thia replied, not without warmth, “What kind of a person would I be if I didn't let you go?”

“I wouldn't blame you,” he said, and Thia laughed.

“You need to do this,” she said, as she pulled back from the embrace. “I know it, and you know it. And when your job is done and you find your way back here...I'll be waiting. And so will our son.”

“Or daughter,” Aedan added.

Thia shrugged. “I guess we'll see, won't we?”

Aedan laughed, his heart swelling, as Thia so often made it do. He thought of something, then. Something else he needed to do.

“Hold still,” he said, before slipping his necklace off of his own neck and placing it around hers.

Thia stared at him, then down at the necklace, then back up at him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I want you to have it,” he said. “At least until I get back.”

“I thought you said this was important,” she said.

Aedan nodded. “It is.”

“Isn't this...what makes you a druid, or something? Can you just give this away?”

Aedan laughed again. “Sort of, and probably not. I might have some explaining to do back home.”

Thia looked hesitant now, so Aedan leaned forward and kissed her. When he pulled away, he said, “I want you to have it, so you remember I am coming back.”

“Aedan,” Thia said, “I already know that.”

“I know,” he said. “But, I just...I'll feel better, knowing you have that.”

He couldn't read her expression now. Even now, she was still so often a mystery, his Thia.

“I love you,” he said. “I love both of you. I hate the idea of leaving you. If I have to...I want you to know that coming back will always, always be on my mind.”

Thia stared at him for a few more seconds, and he could have sworn her eyes looked watery. Finally, she looked back down at the necklace again before smiling.

“Alright,” she said. “I'll keep it safe.”

Riley fell asleep almost as soon as she and Silas had gotten comfortable in their bed, but Silas hadn't quite drifted off yet. He was studying his necklace, flipping it over and examining every inch of it, re-committing it to his memory. He'd had quite a close scare with it. He didn't want to risk forgetting a single detail of it.

He still couldn't believe Riley had gone out and searched for it all night. Every time he thought about it, his heart felt like it might burst. What he'd said had been true. She was incredible, and wonderful, and a miracle, and far too good to him. Far too good for him, really, and yet here she was.

So many memories connected to his necklace. Not all of them were happy, but many of them were.

He was loved. He’d always been loved. His necklace helped him remember that.

And now Riley was included in that, too.

Silas let the pendant fall back against his chest as he turned to snuggle deeper into Riley's side.

For years, his necklace had been the steadiest thing in his life. The one constant, the one thing he could always count on being there.

That had been changing, recently.

He was pretty sure there was at least one other constant in his life now.

It didn't take much longer for Silas to follow Riley back to sleep.

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