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Thinking 'oh I'll be able to find my way, I used to live here' and immediately remembering I lived here in a pandemic and rarely went out is not a great start

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌-𝐔𝐏

summary: when you forget to bring your jacket, an unlikely hero comes to your rescue; is there more to his chivalrous action than meets the eye?

pairing: kaiser x gn! reader

warnings: fluff, kaiser being kaiser; i’m still on hiatus but i have to free this idea from my mind or it won’t let me go, also i thought it was super fun when they spoke german in the manga so here we are

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“Is it me or is it chillier than normal in here?” You asked, rubbing your palms over your goosebump-ridden arms. As an assistant manager, you’d been next to the pitch more often than you could count, but on this day it seemed like someone turned up the AC.

“Hm, dunno. Seems normal to me,” Kurona said after contemplating for a few seconds. “You’re not getting sick, are you?”

“I don’t feel like it, no,” you wondered aloud as you watched the Bastard München and FC Barcha players walk onto the court. As much as you’d hate to miss the beginning of the Neo Egoist League, perhaps you should make the track back to your room. “I think I’ll go grab my jacket—“

Your sentence was cut off by fabric covering your head, making you flinch in the sudden darkness.

“Hier, nimm meine. (Here, take mine.)” A voice that had quickly become familiar since the foreign teams were introduced passed by and when you lifted the front of the jacket, you found none other than Michael Kaiser in your field of view. As usual, he was looking rather smug for no reason whatsoever.

Still, he was one of the last people you’d expect to help you out, so the raise of your eyebrow was somewhat inevitable.

“Versteh mich nicht falsch, (Don’t get me wrong,)” he continued, cerulean eyes trained on you, “ich mach das nur, dass du von Anfang an zusehen kannst, wie ich Blue Lock vernichte. (I’m only doing this so you can watch from the beginning as I crush Blue Lock.)

“Und da ich sowieso nicht auf die Bank gehöre, macht’s mir nichts aus, wenn jemand meine Jacke aufwärmt. (Also, since I won't be benched anyway, I don’t mind having someone warm up my jacket for me.)” And with that, he sauntered off towards the centre of the field, the self-satisfied grin still tugging on his lips.

“He’s such a jackass,” Raichi scoffed, his jaw locked and a vein protruding from his neck. “Now I wanna play even more, just so I can teach him a lesson.”

“Now now, let’s not get hasty,” you chuckled, holding the Bastard München jacket in your hands. “As much as I understand where you’re coming from, I don’t think it’s a good idea to pick a fight with our guests on the first match day.”

The fact that you knew about the auction system and livestream you’d keep hidden for now.

“While I really don’t like the guy,” Kurona cut in before Raichi could add anything else, “I still think you should wear the jacket. It won’t do anyone any good if you really get sick. You can still go get yours after the match.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, I agree,” Isagi sighed next to him. “It is probably for the best.”

“Fine, fine,” you mumbled, sliding your arms through the comfortable sleeves of Kaiser’s jacket, bunching it up at your wrists so it wouldn’t cover your fingers.

And with that, the whistle signalled the start of the match.

To no one’s surprise, the match was shaping up to be a great one from the start, the quality and speed of the plays upped significantly with the inclusion of the top league players. Though, for some reason or another, you just couldn’t tear your eyes away from München’s number 10, the same number currently decorating your back.

You knew Kaiser was good, considering he was hailed as a prodigy for the New Generation World XI. And yet, seeing him play was a whole different experience from watching the tapes. From his superb ball control to his efficient movements and precise awareness of the field, all culminating in a lightning fast Kaiser Impact, he basically demanded your attention to be on him.

So when his gaze crossed yours after scoring a goal, you felt like you were getting caught red handed by the amused crease of his eyes. With the way heat shot up your body in embarrassment, you might not have needed his jacket anymore.

By the end of the match, your brain felt as tired as if you had played yourself, trying to keep up with the new level to which football at Blue Lock had been raised. Subsequently, you zoned out for most of Ego’s explanation of the auction system, only to zone back in as Kaiser’s 300 million Yen bid was displayed for everyone to see. And while you swallowed hard at that number, the striker in question seemed rather unfazed.

Instead, he sauntered over to where you were standing, still wearing his jacket. You were halfway out of the garment already when he came to a halt in front of you, his long fingers tangling in the fabric to keep it wrapped around your shoulders.

“Hast du nicht gesagt, dir ist kalt? (Didn’t you say you were cold?)” He asked, blue eyes sparkling down at you with an unreadable expression. “Behalt sie an. Zumindest bis du deine eigene holst. (Keep it on. At least until you get your own.)”

“What? No!” You protested, further trying to shrug off the jacket. Despite shoving it back down to where it came from, a small part of you agreed with him, not wanting to give it back quite yet. “You need it more than I do!”

“Hm? Es ist süß, dass du dich um mich sorgst, (It’s cute that you’re worried about me),” he teased, amusement written all over his face, “aber es ist wirklich unnötig. (but, really, it’s unnecessary.)”

“Absolutely not! If you get sick because of me, I’ll never hear the end of it,” you groaned, finally wrestling yourself out of his jacket and shoving it in his arms. “So just take the damn jacket, Kaiser.”

“Nenn mich einfach Michael, okay?) Just call me Michael, alright?)” One finger tilted up your chin, so you wouldn’t avoid meeting his gaze any longer. “Immerhin kennen wir uns gut genug, dass du dir meine Jacke leihst. (After all, we’re close enough for you to borrow my jacket.)”

“Whatever you’re trying to play here, cut it out!” Before he could have a chance to feel the heat rising to your cheeks, you whirled around to make a swift exit and get your thoughts in order again. 

In that moment, you were so distracted by the blond, you’d forgotten the whole world could see you wearing his name on your back. You’d later be reminded of it when seeing comments flooding social media, cooing about the gesture or speculating about your relationship with one another. But that was still far from your mind at present, which was still trying to figure out his reasons for behaving like he did.

Meanwhile Kaiser, who watched you retreat into Blue Lock’s hallways, couldn’t stop the smile from tugging at his lips. Perhaps someone here was worthy of devoting his time to after all.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Leaving VII

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: Olympic chaos with your sister

Y/NPutellas.S has started a live video. Click to join!

"-Got two backpacks," You're saying as Alexia clicks on your video," I think one of them might become my racket bag because the one I'm using right now is falling apart."

You shove the bags away, glancing around the space as you drag more towards you.

"There's a toiletry bag as well which is full of stuff I probably won't even use."

You pause as you scroll through the comments.

"What sport am I competing in? Oh, I'm doing tennis...Who will be the hardest to play against? Iga, always. I train with her most of the time and I think I've only beaten her a few matches this year. She's scary. Coco always gives me a good competition too. I think she text me a few hours ago but I haven't answered just yet."

You go back to showing off your haul.

You're very complimentary of all of the shoes but you seem confused as to why you've been given so many socks.

Alexia takes a screenshot of a weird face you make while trying on the bucket hat and hastily makes it her profile picture.

"I'm not a fan of the opening skirt," You tell your followers," It's not really my style. I'll wear it because I have to but...What's that? My sister's here?"

You crowd a bit closer to your phone, brows furrowed as you scroll up looking for Alexia's comments.

She feels triumphant at the look of horror on your face when you see her profile picture.

"Alexia!" You shriek," Change it back! My eyes aren't even open! Ale, please!"

Alexia does not change it back and you swear under your breath at her.

"I'm telling Mama!"

Alexia Putellas: Go ahead, you little snitch

"I'm not a snitch!"

Alexia Putellas: Yes, you are

"Don't listen to her guys! She's such a liar!"

You've always been more active on social media than Alexia and fans eat up any content you post on your TikTok. Most of your fans are just people that watch tennis but you've gone viral overnight when you posted a video of you and Iga reuniting at the Olympic Village.

Suddenly, everyone wants content from you and you're posting more than you ever have before.

A lot of it still centres around your tennis, out on the practice courts with the rest of team Spain but there's more domestic things like you retaping your racket grip and showing off everything in the Olympic Village.

Something in Alexia snaps when you make a video complaining about how uncomfortable your cardboard bed is. Suddenly, she's stitching your video.

Her camera pans across her normal hotel bed and ends with her giving a thumbs up to the camera with a smug grin on her face.

Her own fans go crazy over her posting something outside of sponsorships and it's strange to see that some people don't even know who you are.

woso.alexia.engen: Who was the first person in the video???? -> captainklittle: Alexia's little sister! She's representing Spain for tennis!

A second stitch appears hours later, piggybacking off a video of you complaining about your lack of AC. There's no sound apart from the very deliberate flick of Alexia's own AC switch.

It seems every complaint you post, Alexia finds a way to show off how much better she has it in a hotel outside of Paris.

You decide, perhaps a little pettily, to show off what she's missing.

"Hi, guys!" You say," I know a lot of people were wondering about pin trading so I thought I would bring you along for the ride! I've already got a Poland one from Iga and a US one from Coco but I've been wanting a Team GB one and I'm also meeting up with Paolini so she can give me an Italy one."

It's another live video and thank god there's a break in training, so Alexia can jump onto it again.

Jenni and Misa crowd around her at the same time, curious as to what's going on with you.

"I was talking to Carlos at breakfast and he was telling me that the coaches have ordered us all mattress toppers because the beds have started to affect how we're performing."

Alexia Putellas: Sucks to be you, doesn't it?

"Alexia, I swear to god if you keep bullying me then I'm telling Mama and she'll fly out to whoop your ass!"

Alexia Putellas: 🤪

"And Jenni I knew that it's you that just sent that because Alexia doesn't understand emojis."

"Fuck," Jenni mutters.

"Wait, give me the phone. I'll fix it," Misa says.

Alexia Putellas: Who's Jenni?

"Misa, I know that's you as well. Stop trying to cover for each other and I'll tell Mama and she'll whoop all of you."

Alexia doesn't get her phone back for the rest of your live but she does get a strongly worded text from Eli after it's over to grow up and not let her friends bully you.

Alexia calls you a snitch.

You remind her that she should stop bullying you.

"Look who it is!" Jenni cajoles as you come running out of the village to crash into Alexia," Baby Putellas!"

But you're not really listening to her as Alexia presses her forehead against yours, whispering fast Catalan to you as you giggle.

"Aw..." Misa continues where Jenni left off," Look at them! Two sisters! Reunited!"

You and Alexia push each other away, turning your back and pretending that you weren't hugging just a few moments ago.

You turn back to her quickly, hand out. "Can I have your pins?"

"What? No! They're mine!"

"You're not even in the Village! You can't use them!"

"Yes I can!" Alexia splutters out," I've been trading them!"

"Yeah? With who?"

"Jenni!"

"Liar! You've got the same pins! Come on, Ale. Give them over!"

"I will...for a price."

As Alexia lays out her terms, you bring everyone up to your room.

Jenni and Misa split off briefly to check out the dining hall but Alexia comes straight up with you.

"It's actually cardboard," She says, poking at your bed frame.

"Yeah? Do you think we were all lying about that? It's proper cardboard. You can draw on it if you want."

A smile splits your sister's face open.

"Never mind. I don't want you drawing on my bed."

Alexia pokes it. "Do you think it's true? That two people can't get on it at the same time?"

You shrug, rummaging through your bedside table. "I don't know. Why?"

You never get your answer though.

Arms are around your waist suddenly and you're being hauled backwards as Alexia slams herself onto your bed, dragging you back with her.

You may not get an answer but Alexia certainly does because the moment the two of you land, there's an almighty ripping noise and your bed goes to ground very quickly.

"Oops," You sister says.

"Alexia!"

"Sorry?"

"You don't sound very sorry at all."

"Yeah...You're right. I'm not sorry in the slightest. Hey! Stop hitting me!"

"You're lucky I'm not beating you with my rackets!"

"Hey. Hey! It's fine! You can get a new bed."

"Jenni and Misa are going to take the piss out of me! How could you do this, Ale?"

As annoying as your sister is, she at least has the decency to push the blame off onto her friends as you both hastily raise your bed up again and wait for Jenni and Misa to arrive.

They seem to have the same idea as Alexia, jumping onto your bed without so much of a greeting.

But, as planned, the bed collapses under them and the shock of their faces is enough for Alexia breaking your bed to be worth it. Their faces are even funnier as they head downstairs to ask for a new one for you.

Behind your back, Alexia passes you a handful of pins.

JenniHermoso10 has started a live video. Click to join!

"Forward! Forward!"

"I am going forward!"

"More forward! When I say forward, it doesn't mean shuffle! It means walk forward! You're a person not a pigeon!"

"And here we have Olympic football player Alexia Putellas and Olympic tennis player y/n Putellas, attempting to climb onto the rings," Jenni narrates from behind the camera.

"It's not going well," Misa says, as Alexia nearly throws you from your spot on her shoulders," Alexia is clearly struggling."

"I'm not struggling!" Alexia insists, yelping as you twist her hair in your hands.

"Forward!

"This is as forward as I can get!"

"That's such bullshit! Move closer!"

"I can't!"

"You can!"

"I don't think they're ever going to make it," Jenni says," It's like they can't-"

"Stop! Ale, stop! Left a bit. No! Too left. Right again. Left! Right! Left!"

"Left, right, forward, back," Alexia mutters," Make up your mind."

"Left and...got it...Wait! Don't let go!"

You haul yourself from your sister's shoulders onto the centre ring, positioning yourself perched on the sliver of the yellow ring that enters the black one.

"Alright," Alexia says," Give me a hand."

"What? No! You'll pull me off!"

"Give me your hand!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

She braces herself on the lower rings and grabs your hand, pulling herself into the centre ring before you can even shove her off.

"Oh," She says," That was pretty easy." Alexia grins at you but the smile drops from her face when she notices the pensive look you're wearing. "What is it?"

"I've just realised," You laugh in disbelief," When Mama said she wanted a picture of us and the rings. I think she meant in front of them. Not in them."

"Oh."

[callsigns-haze]

You knew? Part 2 of 3

Part 1

Pairing: Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x Reader! Callsign Ace

Chapter Summary: A week after Ace's near-fatal crash, she finally wakes up in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. Rooster, who has avoided seeing her since the email debacle, finally gathers the courage to visit her. Their conversation is tense and filled with unresolved emotions, as Ace confronts him about the betrayal she felt after discovering he was behind the anonymous flirtatious emails.

This chapter contains themes of emotional conflict, betrayal, and recovery from a near-death experience. Expect tense dialogue and unresolved emotions.

The sun cast a golden glow over the runway as the Daggers prepped for another intense day of training. Jets roared to life, ready to take off into the clear sky. The Dagger Squadron was assembled, but there was a noticeable shift in the air.

Ace, usually vibrant and at the centre of their group, had been distant for the past two months. Ever since the email incident, she’d cut ties with Rooster, Phoenix, not really Hangman as he was her wingman so she forgave him, steering clear of their usual hangouts at the Hard Deck and avoiding meals with the squad.

Now, she focused solely on her flying. Her interactions were brief, professional, and limited to the cockpit. As she strapped into her Dagger and prepared for the upcoming dogfight training, the silence between her and the rest of the squad was deafening. Today’s exercise was set: a mock dogfight in the air, with Ace flying solo against Coyote in his own Dagger, while Payback and Fanboy flew as a pair.

The jets ascended into the sky, climbing higher until the blue expanse stretched endlessly beneath them. The radio crackled with orders as they spread out, the simulated combat about to begin.

"All right, Ace, you’re up. Let’s see what you got," Coyote’s voice buzzed through the comms, a hint of competitive energy in his tone.

Ace’s eyes narrowed in concentration, her fingers gripping the controls as she scanned the sky for her opponents. She banked sharply to the left, cutting through the clouds as she trailed Coyote from above, attempting to line up her shot.

"You’ve gotta be quicker than that, Ace," Coyote taunted, pulling into a sharp climb to shake her off.

She smirked, pushing her Dagger to match his altitude, refusing to give him an inch. Behind them, Payback and Fanboy weaved through the air, keeping their distance while searching for an opening to strike.

The chase was fast and relentless. Ace and Coyote danced through the sky, trading sharp turns and evasive manoeuvres. The thrill of the hunt filled the airwaves, with each Dagger trying to gain the upper hand.

Then, without warning, Ace’s jet jolted.

"Warning: Engine failure. Malfunction detected," the voice in her cockpit announced in a cold, mechanical tone.

Her heart rate spiked as she checked her instruments. Something was wrong. The controls were sluggish, her jet unresponsive to her commands. She tried to stabilize, but the Dagger began to spiral out of control.

"Ace, what’s going on? You’re dropping altitude!" Coyote’s voice crackled over the radio.

She fought against the controls, panic clawing at her as the Dagger dipped into a sharp nosedive. The ground rushed toward her, but her body felt heavy, her vision blurring at the edges. She was slipping into G-LOC—G-force-induced loss of consciousness. Her breath became shallow, her body unable to react.

"Ace! You need to eject!" Payback’s voice boomed over the comms, urgency bleeding through the static.

But no one saw her eject. Her Dagger spiralled, falling faster as she lost the battle to stay conscious. On the ground, the entire squad was glued to the monitors, watching the terrifying descent. Rooster, Phoenix, Hangman, and the others stood frozen, their eyes trained on the screens, waiting for the tell-tale flash of her ejection.

But it never came.

"Come on, Ace… pull the damn handle!" Rooster muttered under his breath, his fingers white-knuckled around his headset.

"She’s not ejecting. Is she unconscious?" Phoenix asked, her voice tight with fear.

Coyote pulled his Dagger up beside Ace’s, trying to get a visual. But it was too late. Her jet continued to plummet, the altitude rapidly decreasing.

"Mayday, mayday!" Coyote called out, desperation lacing his voice as he watched helplessly.

From the ground, they saw her jet spiral down until it disappeared from the screen. Silence filled the control room, the team paralyzed with shock as the realization hit.

"Did she—" Hangman started, but his words were caught in his throat.

No one saw her eject.

Coyote, Fanboy, and Payback, who had been up in the sky with her, were immediately recalled back to base. The radio buzzed with orders.

"Coyote, Fanboy, Payback—return to base. Now," the voice over the comms was firm, but there was no mistaking the urgency.

"Roger that," Coyote responded, his voice unusually sombre. He felt a weight pressing against his chest. None of them had seen Ace eject, and the sinking realization of what that might mean gnawed at him as he flew back.

The three Daggers touched down swiftly, their wheels skidding across the runway as they taxied to a stop. Before they could even unstrap from their jets, the rest of the squad came running, concern etched on their faces.

Rooster was the first to reach Coyote, grabbing his flight suit as he yanked him toward him, eyes wide with fear and questions. "Did you see her eject? Did she make it out?"

Coyote shook his head, face grim. "I didn’t see anything. I tried to get close, but she wasn’t responding. I couldn’t—"

Rooster let him go, stumbling back slightly as his mind raced. "No... no, no, no..." he muttered under his breath. Phoenix and Hangman rushed to Fanboy and Payback, their faces pale, voices rapid with questions.

"How low was she?" Phoenix asked, her voice trembling. "Did she even have time?"

"She was already in a nosedive when I saw her," Fanboy said, his hands shaking slightly. "It happened so fast."

Payback wiped his face with his gloved hand, trying to steady his breathing. "She didn’t respond to any of the comms. I don’t think she had time to eject."

Behind them, Maverick appeared, his expression stern and focused. He didn’t ask questions. Instead, he headed straight for the medical search plane, already prepared to take off. Without a word, he boarded, motioning for the search crew to follow.

"Let’s go. We need to find her," Maverick ordered, his voice commanding, though there was a heaviness to his tone that wasn’t missed by the others.

As the search and rescue plane lifted off, the remaining Daggers were left on the tarmac, standing in a tense, suffocating silence. Rooster, Phoenix, Hangman, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, and Bob all stood in a loose circle, watching the horizon, their minds racing with the possibility of what they might hear next.

Minutes passed like hours. No one said a word. The weight of what might have happened to Ace settled over them like a heavy blanket, each of them replaying her crash in their heads, trying to make sense of it.

Finally, the radio crackled.

"We’ve located her Dagger," a voice came through. "Wreckage is extensive... no sign of an ejection. We’re sending in the medics now."

Rooster clenched his fists, trying to hold himself together. Phoenix closed her eyes, a silent prayer forming in her mind. Hangman paced back and forth, unable to stand still, his face tight with worry.

Maverick’s voice came next, calmer, but tense. "We found her. She’s alive, but barely. She’s in bad shape. Get the medics ready at base—she’ll need immediate attention."

The relief was immediate but short-lived, crashing against the rising tide of panic. "Alive" didn’t mean safe. Rooster stepped closer to the comms, trying to catch every word, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the table.

"Severe condition," Maverick continued. "Multiple injuries, possibly from G-LOC and impact. We’re stabilizing her now, but it’s critical. She needs to be flown out immediately."

Phoenix covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with tears she fought to hold back. Fanboy turned away, unable to face the others as the reality hit. Hangman stopped pacing, his fists clenching by his sides. The usually cocky pilot was quiet, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his posture was clear.

The medical team on base was already on standby, rushing toward the landing area as the search plane prepared to return. The remaining Daggers gathered near the runway, standing in a tight group, waiting for any sign of Ace. Each of them wrestled with their thoughts, guilt creeping into their minds—wondering if there was something they could have done, something they missed.

Minutes later, the medical search plane landed with Ace on board, strapped to a stretcher and surrounded by medics. They worked quickly, moving her onto a gurney as they rushed toward the base’s medical centre. Maverick followed closely behind, his jaw set, but the worry was clear in his eyes.

Rooster watched, his heart pounding in his chest. The brief glimpse he got of her was enough to make his stomach drop—she was pale, her body bruised and battered, a mask over her face supplying oxygen. It was clear she was hanging on by a thread.

"Is she going to make it?" Hangman asked quietly, his voice uncharacteristically subdued.

No one had an answer. The squad stood in stunned silence, watching as their teammate, their friend, was whisked away to the medical wing, her fate uncertain.

Phoenix swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "She has to make it. She has to."

-

Ace was rushed through the hallways of the base’s medical centre, her stretcher surrounded by a flurry of medics shouting urgent commands. The sound of her ragged breathing through the oxygen mask was barely audible over the hurried footsteps. Her face was pale, her body still and battered from the G-LOC and subsequent crash. The medics moved with precision, wheeling her straight to the emergency trauma unit.

“We need to get her into surgery now!” one of the medics yelled, pushing open the doors to the operating theater.

The surgeons were already scrubbed in, awaiting her arrival. IV lines were attached, monitors were set up, and the sound of beeping machines filled the room. Her vital signs were weak, teetering on the edge of stability. The head surgeon quickly assessed her injuries, noting the signs of severe trauma from both the high G-force and the crash impact.

"She’s got multiple fractures, possible internal bleeding, and signs of severe G-LOC trauma," the surgeon announced, as they began prepping for surgery.

The doors to the operating room swung shut, and the medics filed out, leaving Ace in the hands of the surgical team.

-

In the Hallway

Outside, the Dagger Squad sat in the waiting area, the tension suffocating. None of them had said much since Ace was wheeled away. Rooster leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, staring at the ground as if trying to make sense of the last few hours. His mind was racing with worry and guilt. He’d been tough on Ace, both in the air and on the ground, and now she was fighting for her life.

Phoenix sat next to him, her foot tapping nervously against the floor, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She couldn’t shake the image of Ace’s jet spiralling out of control, nor the sight of her pale, motionless body when she was brought in. "Come on, Ace," she whispered under her breath.

Hangman paced the length of the hallway, his usual bravado completely absent. His jaw was clenched, fists balled tightly at his sides. He’d been the one who set up the whole email situation, thinking it was just some harmless fun. Even though she forgave him, they still weren't back to normal. Now, guilt gnawed at him with every step he took.

"She’s tough. She’ll pull through," Hangman muttered to himself, but it sounded more like a prayer than a statement of confidence.

Coyote sat further down the row, staring blankly at the door leading to the operating room. He replayed the training flight in his head, going over every detail, wondering if there was something—anything—he could have done differently to prevent the crash.

Fanboy and Payback sat together, whispering to each other every now and then, though their voices were low and full of worry. Bob, the quietest of the group, sat against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, his face a mix of worry and helplessness.

The minutes dragged on. Every time a nurse or doctor walked through the hall, the squad straightened, hoping for an update, but the news never came. The tension was thick in the air, each of them lost in their own thoughts, consumed by fear for their friend.

Maverick entered the hallway, his face a grim mask of calm. He had been overseeing the rescue efforts, but now that Ace was in surgery, there was nothing more he could do but wait. He exchanged a few silent nods with the group before sitting beside Rooster.

“How is she?” Rooster asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“They’re doing everything they can,” Maverick replied, his tone steady but strained. He knew better than anyone how critical the situation was, but he didn’t want to add to their already overwhelming fears.

Hours seemed to pass as they sat in silence, the only sounds in the hallway being the occasional shuffle of footsteps or the distant hum of medical equipment. No one knew what to say, and the weight of uncertainty hung heavily over them all.

Every so often, one of them would glance toward the operating room doors, hoping to see a doctor emerge with good news. But the doors remained shut, and the tension in the room grew thicker with each passing second.

Finally, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall. The squad all turned toward the noise, holding their breath. A nurse approached, her expression neutral, but the look in her eyes was serious.

“The surgery’s still ongoing,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “It’s going to be a long one. She’s stable for now, but it’s critical. The doctors are doing everything they can.”

“Stable,” Phoenix repeated, the word a fragile lifeline she clung to. “That’s something.”

The nurse nodded. “It is. But it’s still touch and go. We’ll keep you updated.”

The squad nodded in unison, though the news wasn’t as reassuring as they’d hoped. The wait continued, with everyone’s minds now filled with images of Ace in the operating room, fighting for her life.

Each of them sat, stood, or paced, trying to pass the time, but every second felt like an eternity as they waited for any sign that Ace would be okay.

----

One Week Later

The sterile scent of the hospital room lingered in the air, blending with the steady beeping of the machines that monitored Ace’s vitals. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across the room. Ace lay in the bed, her body still aching from the injuries she’d sustained, but she was finally awake. Her head throbbed faintly, and her muscles felt weak, but she was conscious—and alive.

It had been a week since the crash. A week of surgeries, recovery, and slowly regaining her strength. The Dagger Squad had visited her throughout the week, offering support and well-wishes, but Rooster hadn’t shown up once.

She wasn’t surprised. After the email situation, their relationship had soured more than ever. The betrayal she’d felt after realizing it was Rooster on the other end of those flirtatious emails still stung, even more so after the crash. She had expected him to stay away.

As she stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, the door creaked open. She looked over, and her eyes widened slightly as Rooster stepped inside, his expression uncertain.

"Hey," he said softly, his voice a little rough, like he had rehearsed what he was going to say a thousand times but still wasn’t sure how to begin.

Ace tensed slightly but didn’t say anything right away. Her eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and something else—resentment, maybe—but she masked it quickly, keeping her face neutral.

Rooster took a few hesitant steps toward the chair by her bed. He looked uncomfortable, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his flight suit as he stood awkwardly by the door, unsure if he should sit or not.

“I—uh, I thought I should come by,” he continued, finally deciding to sit down. He ran a hand through his hair, the familiar nervous gesture she had seen countless times before, but now it felt different. “It’s been... a lot.”

Ace raised an eyebrow, though the movement sent a dull ache through her head. “A lot,” she repeated, her voice flat.

Rooster winced at her tone but didn’t back down. “I know I should’ve come sooner. I just—didn’t know what to say after everything. After what happened with the emails and then... this,” he gestured vaguely toward her, indicating her injuries.

Ace remained silent, her eyes focused on him but her face giving nothing away. She wasn’t ready to make this easy for him, not after everything that had happened between them.

He sighed, leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, I know I screwed up with the whole email thing. I didn’t mean for it to... go the way it did, I didn't know it was you at the start either. It was supposed to be some dumb fun, but it hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

Ace’s jaw tightened, her mind flashing back to the moment she had discovered Rooster was the one behind the anonymous emails. The betrayal still felt fresh, even after weeks of avoiding him.

“You have no idea,” she said quietly, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. “You have no idea how much that messed with my head, Bradley.”

Rooster flinched at the use of his first name, a sign of how serious things had gotten. She almost never called him that. “I know. I get that now.”

“No,” Ace interrupted, her voice stronger now, though strained from disuse. “You don’t get it. You thought it was a game. I thought... I don’t know what I thought, but it wasn’t that. You led me on, Rooster. And for what? A joke? Some sick competition?”

Rooster looked down at his hands, guilt written all over his face. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t—” He paused, searching for the right words. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It just got out of hand.”

Ace clenched her fists beneath the hospital blanket, frustration bubbling up inside her. She had spent weeks—months—trying to figure out why she had been so blindsided by him. It wasn’t just the betrayal, it was everything leading up to it—the animosity, the tension, the constant bickering. And then, suddenly, the emails had made her think there was something different, something more.

“Out of hand?” she echoed, her voice bitter. “You humiliated me.”

Rooster’s gaze shot up, his expression pained. “I didn’t mean to.”

Ace exhaled sharply, leaning back against the pillows, exhausted from the conversation but too frustrated to stop. “And then you didn’t even come to see me. Not once. I almost died, Rooster.”

He looked like he had been punched. “I know. I was... I didn’t think you’d want to see me. After everything.”

“That’s your excuse?” she asked, her voice laced with disbelief. “I’ve been lying here, dealing with all of this, and you just couldn’t be bothered to show up because you were afraid?”

Rooster opened his mouth to respond but stopped, realizing there was nothing he could say that would make it right. He couldn’t take back what he’d done, and he couldn’t fix the way he’d hurt her.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice raw. “For everything. For not coming sooner. For the emails. For being an idiot.”

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy between them. Ace watched him, her anger simmering beneath the surface. She didn’t know if she could forgive him—not yet, maybe not ever—but part of her was too tired to keep fighting.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Rooster added, his voice almost a whisper. He looked at her with genuine concern, the guilt and regret clear in his eyes.

Ace didn’t respond right away. Instead, she closed her eyes and let out a long, slow breath. “I don’t know what to say to you right now, Rooster.”

He nodded, standing up slowly. “I get it. I won’t push you. But I’m here if you ever want to talk. I mean it.”

Ace opened her eyes, watching him as he moved toward the door. He hesitated for a moment before glancing back at her. “Take care of yourself, Ace.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving her alone with her thoughts, the weight of their conversation settling heavily on her shoulders.

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[mountsmase]

Christmas Markets

a/n: This one’s a little shorter than the first but I still hope you all enjoy it 🫶🏻 This was also scheduled so fingers crossed it posted on time

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Visiting a Christmas market with Mason is something I think about every year, walking around together with hot chocolates

whilst taking the time to look at all the various stalls and pop up shops, stopping every now and then to buy something or grab a bite to eat…

Maybe he even surprises you with it, like he knows you’ve wanted to go to one for ages since you didn’t get a chance to last year so he picks an evening that you’re both free and sets aside the time to take you

He gets home from training a couple of hours before you’re due to finish work and gets started on some house work that he knows you were planning on doing tonight, not wanting you to worry about still needing to do the chores when you get home and he’s waiting in the living room when you walk through the front door.

He doesn’t do anything extravagant to tell you where you’re going, instead just greeting you with a kiss and requesting that you go and get changed into some warm clothes. You do so without question, assuming that maybe you’re just taking Ace out for a walk like you do most evenings anyway, but then you get in the car, without Ace, and suddenly you’re not so sure.

You’re even more confused when he parks close to the city centre but the excitement takes over as soon as you turn the corner and realise where you’re going.

Going later in the evening as meant that the atmosphere is perfect. Twinkling lights cast a glow over the pathways and stools, the smell of cinnamon and mulled wine spills from the food stands and the crowds are a little quieter with it being later in the day, making it the perfect time to explore.

You walk hand in hand, stopping every couple of metres to look at the different products that the stalls are selling and you can’t help but pick up some dinner from one of the food ones, finding a bench to sit and have some food before getting some churros and a hot chocolate each to eat on the walk around the rest of the market.

We know Mason probably buys loads of little gifts and presents for his nieces and nephew, especially in the build up to Christmas, so when you pass a stand making personalised baubles he of course has to stop and get some made for them. He makes one for each of them, printing their names onto ones that match their different personalities, planning to send them over to Australia for Stacey’s kids and keep the others so that the girls can add them to the tree when they come up to visit for Christmas. You also get one personalised for the two of you to add to your tree in celebration of your first Christmas living together. The tree only went up a couple of days ago, but you’ve already brought multiple new decorations to add with it, and this one will definitely get its space front and centre.

You do a little more Christmas shopping, some jewellery for his mum and sister as well as a few other random pieces that you know people will like and it makes you so excited to get everything wrapped up ready to open with everyone on Christmas morning.

Maybe you even stop at a few stands that have games like ‘hook a duck’ set up, and Mason encourages you to keep going until you win a prize, happily paying for all your goes as well as his own until he finally wins you the giant teddy bear that you had you eye on. You feel a bit ridiculous as a grown adult going home with a giant teddy bear, but you love that you can take it home and keep it as a reminder of the night.

You even have a go on the ice skating rink, seeing if you’re still good from when you skated as a child, but you end up clinging the wall the whole session. Both of you are in fits of laughter as you struggle to even stay up right, only getting away from the wall during the last 5 minuets but it’s the thought that counts right?

You’d probably end up staying until the market closes with how much there is to see and do, neither of you checking your phones or allowing other distractions, just enjoying the quality time together before everyone comes up to Manchester to spend the Christmas period with you. It’s just the loveliest evening and one you’ll remember forever.

On the way home you might end up getting a cheeky McDonald’s if you’re still hungry (and you’re always craving chicken nuggets) and then you unpack all of the things you brought, adding your new bauble to the Christmas tree before running through your night time routines and heading to bed, cuddled up and content after a special evening.

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Day 4 Concept tomorrow 🎄

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Mic'd Up Pt.2

Pairing: Kelsey Plum x Reader

Word count: 1208

Part 1 - My Masterlist

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The next morning, you were jolted awake by your phone vibrating non-stop. Squinting at the screen, you saw a barrage of notifications—Twitter mentions, Instagram tags, and text messages from both friends and strangers alike. Dread mixed with curiosity as you opened your phone to see what all the fuss was about.

There it was: a notification from the Las Vegas Aces’ official YouTube channel.

“Kelsey's Biggest Fan: Mic’d Up!” the title read.

You bit your lip, heart racing as you clicked on the video. The screen lit up with the intro, and it didn’t take long before you saw yourself, front and centre. The video started with a slow-motion clip of you, wide-eyed and jumping out of your seat, shouting, “That’s my girl!” after Kelsey hit a three-pointer. A heart graphic floated above your head, and a cute caption popped up: “Biggest supporter in the house.”

As the video continued, it cut between clips of you and Kelsey’s jaw-dropping plays. Every reaction you’d had—cheering, fist-pumping, gasping at the refs’ bad calls—was captured in vivid detail. Your face flashed on the screen, excitement radiating, while the crowd erupted behind you. The editors had even added a dramatic slow-motion replay of you standing up and yelling, “Let’s go, Kelsey!” during a key moment in the game, complete with epic music in the background.

Your hands flew to your face, cringing at the full display of your emotions. The internet had seen it all. Your love for Kelsey. Your passion for the team. Your inability to sit still for more than five seconds when the Aces were on fire.

By the time the video ended, you were red-faced and laughing, even as the embarrassment settled in. The comments section was blowing up with fans reacting to your over-the-top enthusiasm:

“This is what love looks like!”

“Relationship goals AF.”

“Kelsey's girl is all of us when the Aces play!”

There were even memes already circulating. One showed you passionately screaming with the caption, “When you’re more hyped than the players themselves.” Another zoomed in on your face during a tense moment with the caption, “Me when the refs make a bad call.”

Your phone buzzed again, this time with a call from Kelsey. You braced yourself for the inevitable teasing.

“Hey, YouTube star!” Kelsey greeted, laughter bubbling in her voice. “Seen the video yet?”

You sighed dramatically, still blushing from the experience. “Yeah... I don’t know whether to be flattered or hide under a rock.”

Kelsey’s chuckle was warm, affectionate. “Oh, come on. It’s adorable. I think it’s safe to say the fans love you almost as much as I do.”

“‘Almost’?” you teased. “I think they might love me more after this.”

Kelsey laughed louder, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t push it. But seriously, the whole team’s seen it. A’ja’s been texting me non stop. She’s already planning ways to roast you at practice.”

You groaned, but you couldn’t help the smile forming. “Great. Just what I needed—A’ja Wilson making me the butt of every joke.”

“Oh, it’s not just A’ja,” Kelsey said, her tone almost too gleeful. “Chelsea’s already called dibs on the post-game interview next time, and Kate and Syd are coming up with new chants for you to yell. The whole team’s in on this.”

A notification popped up from A’ja’s Twitter: “Mic’d up AND famous? You’re a LEGEND now! #BringTheHype #CheerCaptain”

Before you could respond, Kelsey continued, “Anyway, we’ve got a team meeting later today. You might want to brace yourself.”

You hung up with a pit in your stomach, knowing full well you were about to walk into the lion’s den. Sure enough, when you arrived at the Aces’ training facility later that afternoon, the team was waiting for you.

The second you stepped into the locker room, A’ja’s booming voice greeted you. “Ayyy, here she is! The real MVP of last night’s game!”

The entire room erupted in laughter and cheers as the team gathered around you. A’ja threw her arm around your shoulders, pulling you into the centre of the locker room. “Y’all seen this video, right? Our girl was more hyped than the entire crowd combined!”

Jackie was right behind her, shaking her head with a grin. “Honestly, I don’t think we’ve ever had this much energy coming from the stands. We might need to mic her up every game.”

AC leaned casually against her locker, smirking. “I’ve been saying it since last night—she’s got more hype than the bench squad. We’re going to need her on the sidelines full-time.”

“Forget the mascot,” Megan added, laughing. “We’ve got our own hype woman.”

You could feel your face growing hotter by the second, but their teasing was good-natured, filled with warmth and camaraderie. The fact that the whole team had seen the video—and was getting this much joy from it—made it all the more embarrassing and heartwarming at the same time.

“Okay, okay, enough roasting,” Kelsey said, stepping forward with a playful smile. “I mean, I think we can all agree that having my personal cheerleader on blast last night helped us win, right?”

A chorus of agreement filled the room, and A’ja, never one to miss a moment, pointed at you dramatically. “You’re the reason we secured that dub! We need that energy every night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, throwing your hands up. “Fine, I’ll accept the title of unofficial hype woman. But you better believe I’m charging for appearances.”

Chelsea winked at you. “First paycheck is going to be in popcorn and court-side seats.”

As the laughter died down, the team started gathering for their meeting, but A’ja wasn’t done just yet. “Yo, before we get serious, can we all agree that the next time she’s mic’d up, we get to pick the lines she has to yell?”

Jackie nodded, grinning. “Oh, for sure. I’m already writing down some good ones.”

Kelsey groaned, shaking her head but smiling. “I don’t know if I’m ready for this.”

After the meeting, Kelsey found you in the hallway, still laughing from the whirlwind of teasing. “You good?” she asked, sliding her arm around your waist.

“Yeah, I think I survived.” You leaned into her, feeling a wave of contentment settle over you. “Your teammates are ruthless, though.”

“Oh, trust me, I know,” she said, grinning. “But seriously, they love you. You’re part of the family now.”

As you walked toward the parking lot, your phone buzzed again, this time with a text from A’ja: “We need a full mic’d-up session next game. You down?”

You showed Kelsey the message, and she chuckled. “You gonna do it?”

You grinned. “You know what? I might just. But next time, I’m going even harder.”

Kelsey laughed, squeezing your hand. “Deal. Just don’t make me laugh too much while I’m trying to play.”

As you left the arena together, the warmth of being embraced by not just Kelsey but the whole Aces family stayed with you. Sure, you were the butt of some jokes now, but you wouldn’t trade that for anything. Being part of their world—even as the loud, slightly embarrassing cheerleader—felt like you belonged, and that meant more than anything. 

Plus, next game? You were definitely going to be the loudest fan in the building.

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[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli

{ genre } — smut

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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh

ready for them to paint with their desire

jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick

definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force

there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain

his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.

yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt

revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.

claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge

his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand

your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you

jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own

his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before

“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance

“is that right, doll?”

you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock

he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder

his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words

“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear

claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one

a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts

“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement

claudio reciprocated the same nod

“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence

despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much

jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips

the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red

“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass

“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths

“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood

“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.

jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him

“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you

feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit

it was all too much for your mind to take in

“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs

bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,

the taste foreign on your tongue

it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach

this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly

he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat

you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.

you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head

“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”

his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted

yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been

the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties

how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs

“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.

“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.

yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.

claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.

jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip

you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat

avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips

claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you

and rather eager at the fact.

jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation

yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs

tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back

jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening

you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you

anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs

“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”

you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers

jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat

the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size

making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage

but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements

“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time

prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,

claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.

his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds

if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure

“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.

“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath

“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”

claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery

“all you gotta do is obey us”

yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling

“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment

yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part

jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown

your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.

claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record

he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame

“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit

“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens

“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”

you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.

yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.

jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,

feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole

“so tight for me, little one”

he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock

you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure

his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment

yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms

the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand

“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”

yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts

jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.

the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly

your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock

sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.

“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment

slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue

jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.

the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.

“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind

“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”

you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully

pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair

adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.

“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin

poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge

“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.

“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”

“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario

you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back

“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in

now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you

“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force

capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself

jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat

“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement

quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum

jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length

quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work

your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists

“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence

your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips

claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.

you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag

“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach

“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”

jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it

“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes

“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours

“could you send me that video?”

.*•…………………..•⊹•…………………..•*.

[kit-screams-into-the-future]

a couple of guys have been throwing around doc being ace in the tags of my recent post so naturally. i have thoughts. allow me to subject you to them:

i agree. that man is asexual. clara is also asexual. i would think both of them are a little bit bi as well!

not that either of them think too hard about it though. if you ask them they would say they are 100% attracted to the opposite sex and for the most part that's true. but doc totally had some sort of vaguely homosexual rivalry with another scientist while working on the manhattan project and clara probably had a crush on another girl when she was little. also the 1980s has a lot more Gender than the century previous so once the shock of women wearing pants wears off she's going to be like hold on a sec.... they're kinda cooking in this century

(clara would not use those words in that order fs but that's the only way i can convey that lmao)

none of them would look into those experiences. they'd just assume oh every girl thought this one specific other girl was like super pretty and smart and cool growing up. every scientist has an infuriatingly stubborn yet brilliant and objectively good-looking rival in the same department. that's just how it is!

bisexual tangent over. back to asexualism

doc and clara are more the "enjoy each other's company" couple than anything like sure they'll kiss or whatever and that's nice but they'll have infinitely more fun talking about their interests

they'd probably only get schnasty because they know that's just what couples are meant to do. like they'll try it once and they'll agree it was a solid 7/10 experience but do you know what's a guaranteed 10/10 every time? 49th reread of journey to the centre of the earth!! woohoo!!

which brings me. to the real point of this post. where did jules and verne come from.

as an ace doclara truther i initially subscribed to the "they travelled in time to adopt a couple of orphans who were otherwise going to die and be lost to time" bc it's cute and it's like how doc saved clara so now they're in love. but the more i thought about it i was like hold on. something's up here

because doc spent 10 years building that train so the first thing he'd want to do with it (besides going into the future to get parts for it to fly) is return to let marty know he's alright right. like in the movie sure he picked up einie first but that's bc that's einie

so unless those boys are freshly picked up off the great depression streets logically i do not think that can be the case. as nice as this headcanon is

so my next thought was like ok. we can still make this adoption thing work. maybe these orphans have naturally occurred in the 1880s (<- certainly one of the string of words i have made)

but we know doc. sure he's had his moments of flipping the bird to the space-time continuum but in general he tries his best to keep it intact i think

taking up a blacksmithing job? minor improvements to the lives of the citizens of hill valley. probably not going to cause anything major. also he needs money. marrying a schoolteacher? she was going to fall off a cliff and die originally so it's not like that's going to make anything worse. (although now a lot more kids are literate in this timeline so something is definitely different. but also what is she gonna do, not teach?)

but adopting two kids without knowing their fates beforehand.... risky business. who knows who those two are supposed to be. and it's not like they can pick up two kids who they know for sure would probably pass without their intervention bc doc is a doc from the future but he's not THAT kind of doc from the future.

so with that said. begrudgingly. i think jules and verne are biologically theirs. unfortunate for the adoption headcanons but that's the only logical way i can see it

not to say the adoption headcanons are wrong and bad i just don't know how they could obtain two children without worrying about messing things up. so if anyone has any ideas how please enlighten me

[very-grownup]

Ace Attorney game parallels (no, not that one, or that one, or that one ...)

One of the interesting things about the Great Ace Attorney in the evolution of Shu Takumi's Ace Attorney games is the maturation of "Weird Girl Assistant".

Our original trilogy Weird Girl Assistant is Maya Fey (obviously a perfect being beloved by everyone with taste why can't I preorder that Nendroid yet motherfuckers?), who is all heart and ... not so much knowledge, but a conduit to Mia’s knowledge. She doesn’t personally possess any legal knowledge, but she’s integral for Phoenix in accessing knowledge that would otherwise be denied to him due to Mia’s untimely death. She’s fully Weird in her Assisting.

Apollo Justice has Trucy Wright (obviously a perfect being beloved by everyone with taste), who is a lot of heart but not all heart. She has personal knowledge to impart to Apollo, regarding the perceive ability and his bracelet. It’s integral assisting to how the trials in that game will reach pivotal points, which makes it genuine Assisting, even if outside of that Trucy is plenty Weird. I would argue this is distinctive from the Phoneix-Magatama matter in the original trilogy (it’s easy to forget that Nick doesn’t even have the magatama in the first game) because Trucy is, essentially, teaching Apollo to do something he technically can already do, whereas the magatama is something Phoenix is given by an outside source still connected to the mentor (Pearl). Narratively and thematically they’re different, even if mechanically they function similarly.

Years later, the Great Ace Attorney gave us Susato Mikotoba (obviously a perfect being beloved by everyone with taste). Susato is an /actual trained legal assistant/ to the point she can masquerade as a lawyer in the second game's tutorial. She could BE the lawyer as easily at Ryunosuke, save for her sex in the historical setting of the game. She Assists like no one’s business and her Weird is no weirder than Ryunosuke himself, two young people who grew up in a country with recently opened borders, in a foreign country for the first time. 

A reflection of a maturation in Takumi's depiction of female characters, a general wider consciousness of feminism in popular culture in Japan (something I am in no way qualified to discuss), a third possibility? I don’t think it’s fair or accurate to say that the evolution of the Weird Girl Assistant into an actual competent assistant is a sign of the games ‘maturing’. For all their goofiness there has always been a serious, darker tone in the games compared to the adventure game standbys of North America. It’s built into the series from the choice to have Phoenix’ second case involve the solving of his boss and mentor’s murder.

There may also be something in the connection between the tutorial mentor and the Weird Girl Assistant, holding the balance of knowledge between them like the centre of a seesaw.

The connection with Mia and Maya is obvious: they’re sisters and perfectly mirror each other in their relation to what they bring to Phoenix. Mia on a pedestal of legal knowledge, forever older and wiser than Nick, as her death fixes her on that pedestal. Mia and Nick never get to be colleagues, equals. On the other end, enthusiastic but underage Maya, someone Nick will always be older than and always be wiser than in the legal sense. We don’t know how an older Maya might have fit with the disbarred Phoenix Takumi left the series with; maybe it didn’t matter and outside the confines of the Lawyer Protagonist and Weird Girl Assistant, Maya could stop being a mirror for her sister.

Similarly, Kazuma and Susato are sibling-like. Kazuma, like Mia, is the tutorial mentor, but he’s only a mentor to Ryunosuke because he’s a law student and Ryunosuke isn’t. He doesn’t have that much more knowledge than Ryunosuke and I think it correlates that he doesn’t have that much more knowledge than Susato, the girl who expected to be his legal assistant. There is something like equality here between the Mentor and the Weird Girl Assistant when neither precisely fits their role mold. Kazuma is, I think, as weird as Susato is knowledgeable.

BUT WHAT ABOUT --

Bitch, you know I've always got Apollo Justice opinions to drop.

In Apollo Justice, Kristoph is a fully knowledgeable mentor to Apollo. He is an actual lawyer, he is Apollo’s senior, and he is Apollo’s employer. In these ways, he is on all fours with Mia.

Aside from being the murderer.

There is, frankly, an entire other thing to get into with the tutorial mentors and how their stories intersect with death and a turning point in their respective protagonist’s life and career but this is about Weird Girl Assistants.

So.

What is Kristoph Gavin’s Weird Girl Assistant connection?

THE INCIDENT.

Seven years earlier, in Zak Gramarye’s trial, Trucy is used by Kristoph to deliver fake evidence to Phoenix, leading to Nick’s disbarment.

In Apollo’s tutorial trial, for the murderer of Shadi Smith/Zak Gramarye, Trucy is used by Phoenix to deliver fake evidence to Apollo, leading to Kristoph's arrest (and possibly his disbarment but who knows in the world of Ace Attorney and Japanifornia).

I have nothing but love for Trucy, but she's the shifty, deceitful Weird Girl Assistant to follow a shifty, deceitful Tutorial Mentor in a game about disillusionment and broken trust, following a trilogy about believing in yourself, your instincts, and redemption, and preceding two games riding a balance between hope and despair, with part of that balance being a more equal partnership between the Attorney and his Weird Girl Assistant.

[cyborg-franky]

Pokemon AU - Ace

art by @ //donivanessdoodles Writing by me <3 [older au]

AN: I tried to smush in OP lore for some characters and mix it in a workable way for Pokemon but I’m not 100% in the know so I did my best.

Meeting The Team

Ace set out on his journey before any of his brothers, he always told them his first pokemon was going to be scary and powerful, he wanted to make Sabo and Luffy so jealous. His first pokemon was actually a Rattata.

He’d been taking a break on his journey, grabbed lunch out of his bag and saw the pokemon approach him with a wary look. He threw some food towards him, the little guy got closer. So close Ace was able to pet him.

The rattata seemed to enjoy his attention, showing signs of affection. Ace grinned, he always had a soft spot for the little purple pokemon that would run around the town at night and steal food, just like him with his dine and dashes.

He got out a pokeball and gently tapped the pokemon on the side with it, capturing him easily. It seemed like he just wanted to be with Ace. Rattata never spends much time in his ball, likes to sit on his shoulder or scamper around his feet as he walks.

–

Ace picked Charmander as his starter simply because he could relate to Charizard, like him it was so much more than people thought. Yes, the pokemon was powerful, unstoppable when trained by the right person.

Yet, the small helpless flame that flickered on the tail was what kept it alive, it wouldn’t take a lot to snuff it out, how strong, feral, powerful but also fragile the creature was. It was something he could relate to and had a soft spot for the starter straight away.

He lowkey hates how cliché his choice was but loves him, nonetheless.

–

Salazzle was an accident. He was travelling through the desert on an errand. The lizard stalked him for a few miles before deciding to get in his way, sizing him up and Ace was sure the pokemon was going to attack him.

He simply blasted the Salazzle with his Charmander and captured it, mostly out of spite and Ace’s stubborn nature. Salazzle has since grown very affectionate towards Ace, she is often hostile to Marco when he gets too close to him.

Also, very jealous of Ace’s rattata for getting the lion’s share of Ace’s love.

–

Darumaka was also a pokemon Ace found while travelling through the desert. He’d set up camp for the night, his rattata was playing with his Charmander around the fire when the pokemon decided to tuck in his limbs and roll down the slope.

Charmander and rattata were having a good time playing with the ‘ball’ while Ace cooked food for everyone over the open fire. Ace had no idea where his team had found the ‘ball’ until he realised it was a Darumaka. He didn’t see the harm in its presence since everyone was enjoying playing with him

It wasn’t till the red creature who was so full of energy just stopped and fell asleep suddenly. Ace laughed at the sudden falling asleep and simply said out loud “Me too, me too.” he liked the pokemon so much he caught him while he slept.

–

Lapras he came in contact with when he’d left the desert, he found the very injured Lapras who looked like they had taken damage from a battle. It seemed like someone had deemed the pokemon too weak, she was on the smaller side for a Lapras. He had his suspicions after beating the pokemon the person who caught her decided she wasn’t good enough for their purpose and left her here injured. He caught her just to take her to the nearest poke centre.

When the nurse was done, she handed the pokeball back saying that even if she was a rescue Ace should take her with him, give her a better chance at being happy, that Ace seemed like a kind soul who would help her.

So now he uses Lapras to travel, she’s small but fast and he crosses distance in no time at all.

–

Marowak was something that took Ace off guard. Ace and Marco went on a vacation together for their first anniversary as a couple and had been checking out caves and they came across a very angry Marowak in a form they’d never seen before.

Marco explained Cubones and Marowak’s reminded him of Ace, after knowing what Ace had been through, how he also had to evolve past anger and sadness to become the person he is today, it resonated with him.

Ace couldn’t help feeling a connection, that and the blue fire was captivating. It took Marowak a lot to warm up to Ace but now they have mutual respect for one another and an understanding.

——————

Ace’s story

It didn’t take long before Ace decided he was ready to fight the Elite Four which is where he met Marco and Whitebeard. Whitebeard being one of the four, Ace was desperate to prove himself despite the friendly advice from Whitebeard.

That’s when Ace got his ass kicked. He was embarrassed and felt bad, but Marco told him he was still learning and growing, not to be so hard on himself. That’s when Ace wanted to join the Whitebeards under Pop’s and learn to be better, finding a found family and then finding love with Marco.

Ace likes to travel and explore; he wants to work up to being a gym leader in one of Whitebeard’s territories.

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[childotkw]

yeet au: im obsessed with this au. tom just showing up and, just, telling harry everything, ruining all of dumbledore's plans. horcrux stuff too and all. next time dumbledores being all cryptic or whatever, tom's just like, yeah fuck that guy anyways want to break into gringotts with me? also (this is kinda biased on my part because i like cute pets) do you reckon he'd end up stealing nagini at some point? like, idk, "was gonna kill her but she gets along with harry and i like hearing him speak parseltongue more often" or something. also (slightly unrelated), you said voldemort gets curious later on, but I assume at the start he's still on his must-kill-potter plans, I wonder how angry tom would be if he tries that in front of him lmao (i imagine lots of literal cursing with spells, and also metaphorical cursing because how can someone who has an ALIVE harry in their world be so ungrateful?)

Tom really just rocked up and became the best filter in existence for Harry.

He hears Dumbledore being all mysterious and whatnot and just starts 'translating' in the most bland voice ever because it's so stupid in his eyes to not tell your ace-in-the-hole everything he needs to know to fight your Big Bad.

Forewarned is forearmed is something Tom takes very seriously.

And it's not that he thinks Harry is an idiot or can't figure it out for himself, but Tom's impatient and he loves ruining Dumbledore's day, so he takes great pleasure in cutting through the crap in these instances so Harry can give his attention to more important matters (like training or listening to Tom or gathering horcruxes).

I'm not sure if I'd make Tom gather this Nagini - but I could see him bringing his own version of her with him? Then we could have a badass snake vs snake fight at some point. It'd also mean Harry could speak to and be friendly with a massive snake that isn't technically the Dark Lord's. au!Nagini would be chill af compared to this Nagini.

And oh boy the first time Voldemort tries to kill Harry when Tom is there goes... poorly. Tom would become so cold and blank as he stepped between Harry and his other self. His rage would be destructive but frigid like frostbite, and more than one of the unfortunate people caught nearby choke from the sheer anger permeating the air.

Tom has lost Harry once already, has had him snatched away by the cold hands of Death and has seen how life (his life) became darker as a result.

That any version of himself would think the only good Harry Potter was a dead Harry Potter was one he pitied. Because they had clearly never experienced what being the centre of such an intoxicating man's world was like.

What being loved by Harry Potter was like.

[jihyoruri]

SOUR GRAPES 🍇

❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❘❙❚❙❘❙❙❚❙❘❙❙❙❚ in which, what happens when yunjin falls in love with her girlfriends best friend.

PARING — idol yunjin x idol reader

00. 4 baddies 1 child

PANDORA

pandora; pandora is a five member girl group under sm entertainment, the girl group debuted february 14th 2022 with their hit song “cry for me”, the girl group is now topping the charts and are one of the biggest 4th gen girl groups, this group consist of the members, jungeun, yena, yuqi, yn and yungen.

yn 📁🩰, position: main rapper, vocalist, centre, fotg , dancer. 02 liner yn is a global chanel ambassador, she trained under yg entertainment for four years, her best friends are maya and ningning, not the biggest fan of maya’s girlfriend yunjin, gets teased the most in the group, is a very talented writer, is very close with all the girls but is the closest with yuqi, fake rivalry with yena, amazing vocalist, viral vid of both her and ningning falling down the stairs, loves baking.

yuqi 📼📁, position: sub rapper, vocalist. 01 liner yuqi is the rodrick of the group, has a deep voice, very honest, was under cube entertainment for two years, loves to cause havoc, very close with yn, is always breaking the rules, likes to tease yn, has one sided rivalry with mark from nct, fans like to joke that she’s an alcoholic. both her an yn have a lot of matching melody and kuromi stuff (yn melody her kuromi)

yena 💿📁 position: lead rapper, vocalist, dancer. 00 liner yena is an ex izone member, literally a ace, has fake beef with yn, was supposed to be leader, as soon as izone disbanded sm entertainment asked her if she wants to be apart of the lineup of the girl group they’re gonna debut, has her own tiktok, buys the best gifts, gets shipped with yn the most(ppl love to edit their augments from their variety shows because of “tension”)

youngeun🧋📁position: vocalist, dancer, visual 05 liner, youngeun is a menace to society, greg heffley reincarnated, loves to tease yuqi, underrated vocals, only socializes with her entertainment mates (sm family) because she has beef with everyone else in the industry for some reason, likes to sneak into yn’s room in the early mornings to sleep with her, was supposed to be added in the group a year later, stalks fans on every social media possible.

jungeun🌸📁 position: leader, main vocalist 99 liner, is the mom of the group, is basically raising youngeun, forces yn to go grocery shopping with her, failed all her driving tests, trained under sm the longest,gives the best advice, is always asking yn to bake for her, yuqi stresses tf outta her, viral vid of her scolding the girls at mama for talking to much, unintentionally glares at everyone, is ice spice’s bias.

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[tinietaehyun]

The Case Of Tragic Reminiscence [4]

[The Case Series] [Detective!Taehyun x assistant!reader]

Pairing: Detective!Taehyun x assistant!reader [ft. ?Beomgyu]

Genre(s): Mystery, romance, enemies to friends(?) (👀), thriller, angst, fluff.

Contains: Mentions of death, gaslighting, manipulative behaviour/speech, mentions of abuse/violence.

To find the previous parts: [The Case Series Masterlist]

Summary: Just who was this Beomgyu guy? Was he to be trusted? Your perception of your entire world seemed to be crumbling to pieces with the love of your life at the centre of it all!

Now as you begin to investigate and equip yourself with the knowledge of the past, you were ready to pave a new future where justice could prevail (with the help of your nuisance of a partner).

After all, the ace detective wasn’t the only one capable of putting on a facade. You could too.

“Awfully eager aren’t we, detective?” Beomgyu hums in mischievous tone.

His umber locks of hair sway lightly in the breeze. “I’ve always been labelled Taehyun’s assistant, why are you so insistent on calling me detective?” You murmur as your own curiosity gets the better of you.

The serene man shrugs putting his hands into the pockets of his long jacket and responds nonchalantly, “You’re a detective too right? That’s what you’re trained for?”

It registers in your mind how long you’ve gotten used to being reduced to simply the ace detective’s case assistant. You also trained yourself to pick apart cases and solve crimes. You majored in forensics particularly.

How long had you been under Taehyun’s shadow?

It had been two days since your phone call and you agreed to meet at the gates of Seoul’s central park and were now walking with Beomgyu to a more secure location. That secure location being a nearby public library where you both agreed to hide in the most inconspicuous corner to speak.

“You still haven’t told me a lot of about yourself?” You hum peering at him. Beomgyu smiles to himself making your brows raise. He hums, “We’ll get there.“

You can’t help but groan and roll your eyes making him laugh. He was somewhat insufferable and it made you feel irritable that you had to work with this little brat from now on.

You reach the library and reach the most secure corner where there was barely anyone present. “What excuse did you give to your boyfriend then? I’m sure he’d not be happy to see you with another man for sure,” He asks you. You scoff, “It’s my day off.” Beomgyu awkwardly straightens up, “Right, should have thought of that possibility.” It goes silent for a brief moment.

You can’t help but snort. Beomgyu hums in a hushed tone, “Well, you said had questions that needed answering. Go on then.” You hum in thought; you had prepared a long list of questions to ask him but the burning one was:

“Where did all this suspicion start? How did Yeonjun catch on to Taehyun possibly being a suspect or the supposed perpetrator?” You ask with a sheer urge of curiosity and a thirst to know.

Beomgyu inhales deeply and leans in closer as he begins to whisper, “Going for a tough question already I see. Well, it begins with Yeonjun’s father. He passed in a supposed ‘hit and run accident’ of sorts. However, since that day, all the factors and evidence surrounding that incident didn’t quite add up. Rather the case was very quickly shut down. The case was suspiciously handled by his best friend: Taehyun’s father. This had always intrigued Yeonjun endlessly.”

You nod as a sadness blooms in your heart. You had often heard of how dismissive the police or other agencies could be of cases similar to this. Beomgyu continues, “Yeonjun always felt unsettled by it you know? Additionally, Yeonjun and Taehyun were childhood friends but it was always weird how Yeonjun seemed to know little to nothing about Taehyun’s childhood? Except for his mother. Yet, Taehyun seemed to know all about Yeonjun’s.”

Your brows furrow as you process the information. “His mother?,” you question. Beomgyu hums, “Why don’t you try asking Taehyun about it sometimes? Does he talk about his family at all?”

Now that you realise it, you’ve told him over the years about your family but not once you’ve heard him talk about his family; either that or he brushed the topic off. Beomgyu murmurs, “All I can say is that his mother’s relationship with his father wasn’t great and she attempted to run away. It didn’t end well.”

Your heart sinks instantly. You knew what he meant by that. She was dead. You inquire, “What did Yeonjun’s father work as?” Beomgyu smiles to himself as if almost reminiscing, “He was a police officer. Actually, him and Taehyun’s father worked together often.”

You had read about the history and lineage of the Kang’s Detective Agency before applying to join and you knew how impeccably they worked. They had their own flawless and perfected methodology which were under complete wraps from the public. You were only privy to a mere few of their techniques and that’s saying something!

“Yeonjun was actually the one who proposed to work together with Taehyun. You know how famous the duo were?” You nod and you find yourself frowning. “The police took Yeonjun’s phone when they searched for evidence. Before that I saved a backup of its contents onto my computer.”

On that note, Beomgyu brings out his laptop from his satchel and begins to login. You raise a brow, “Fancy ass laptop you have there. You must be well paid for whatever you work as. Surely you’re a detective of sorts. A state detective maybe not a private investigator?”

Beomgyu shakes his head smiling, “Be patient, detective.” Beomgyu scrolls around speedily and pulls up several folders. Your heart aches seeing a picture of young Taehyun and Yeonjun. They both had an arm wrapped around each others shoulders each smiling widely with various gaps in their smiles from their teeth falling out.

“Yeonjun still had these on his phone? Even when he knew what Taehyun was up to?” Beomgyu frowns, “Yeah, you have to understand. The way you love your boyfriend and tried to deny every possibility of him being a criminal, is exactly what he went through but as a best friend.” Your heart pangs in your chest. Oh Yeonjun…

Beomgyu’s fist clenches and his jaw locks in anger, “But that sadistic piece of shit, didn’t care. No matter how much Yeonjun wanted to give him a chance…”

His voice breaks; he continues, “He wanted to give him a chance to even turn himself in and look what happened. He got killed.” Your body goes cold. The pieces come together frighteningly quickly. Fuck. Oh no fucking way.

Beomgyu scrolls to the next picture showcasing a graphic picture of Yeonjun’s crime scene where his body lay lifelessly. He murmurs, “He was shot with a gun, it was an old model, however it seems a silencer was used.”

How did Beomgyu get case details like this? The details that Taehyun didn’t give YOU access to. Just who the fuck was Beomgyu? He definitely was in law enforcement or the government.

“You know I warned Yeonjun not to go and fucking meet up with that maniac alone. However he wanted to give his best friend one, one more chance. The next minute I know I hear of him being found dead. It was useless going to the police, I knew Taehyun would play them like toys.” Beomgyu brokenly explains. You sit there emptily listening to him.

Taehyun killed Yeonjun. Taehyun ruthlessly shot Yeonjun even though he wanted to give him a chance to turn himself in. Murder in cold blood.

That. That was your boyfriend. The detective you had idealised and dreamt of being with for so incredibly long.

You begin to question. Did he even love you? Was he capable of love?

Your hands tremble.

“To answer your question. Where did it all begin? It began when Yeonjun finally gave into his itching curiosity and wanted to find out exactly what Taehyun was hiding. That’s what made Yeonjun change from partner to a target in Taehyun’s eyes.”

An awful realisation dawns on you. If Taehyun finds out you’re going behind his back like this…

“The moment you asked me to meet up again on the phone and satiate your burning curiosity like he once did. You are in the same shoes Yeonjun once was.” His words were like blades slicing into your chest one by one.

Beomgyu shows you another document of scattered notes that Yeonjun seemed to have hurriedly taken:

- ‘Slashed tyres - appears to not have gotten towed (possible fake alibi)’

- ‘Minor injuries sustained on chin, elbow, ankle’ noticed 4 times throughout 3 month period

- Shift rescheduling (inconsistent)

- Is he getting threatened?? [Inconclusive]

- Headshots - all victims; a single correlation

- All cases sent to Kang’s Detective Agency (??)

- Link to name/victim list

Your eyes scan through the miscellaneous notes and your eyes widen. Yeonjun had done extremely thorough digging. You murmur in a pained tone, “Did all the cases get routed to our agency?”

Beomgyu nods, “You may not know this but before you joined, Taehyun was very wary of the police and did not like working with them. However, one day suddenly he suddenly caved into the state officer’s requests to join on cases together. Suspicious don’t you think?”

You murmur, “All of a sudden? He’s willing to cooperate with the police on cases?” He snarks, “Yeah, now you see how the government, court and police officials smother and fawn over him.” You remain a blank slate; an awful nausea hits you.

“It’s funny how despite how high Seoul’s conviction rate is… the crime rate is still so high?” Beomgyu gives you food for thought. You had to admit you often thought of this question a lot.

The gears in your mind click, churn and twist. Your eyes sparkly as you connect various pieces and bits together and try to make sense of everything. You continue to scroll through the various pictures and documents. Beomgyu watches you with an intense gaze.

“If the cases all turn up at Taehyun’s desk. There is always someone rerouting them to our agency. This means that Taehyun always has all the power to direct the way the case goes and what evidence goes and does not go to the police. He literally calls the shot for the case.”

“Bingo.” Beomgyu smirks. “That’s a lot of power to abuse, don’tcha think? Think of all the cases you could manipulate in your favour…”

You feel sick to your stomach. You now know why, Taehyun often closed cases as he likes and as he pleases. He always had the final say when you did work with him.

Beomgyu nudges you further, “Also, if you can try to ask about Taehyun’s past, his parents and such. See how far that gets you. Maybe you’ll get further than Yeonjun got.”

You nod. A whole sickly concoction of emotions writhe within you. You couldn’t look at Taehyun the same ever again. You inhale deeply, you had to keep it together. You couldn’t let him know you knew anything. You had to play the role of a blissfully ignorant assistant.

For the beloved assistant before you, whose message you ignored that fateful day. You wanted to serve justice for him. For Choi Yeonjun and the other victims.

“This got heavy huh, well-“ Beomgyu’s phone vibrates and he hums, “How about we go outside, yeah? I think we’re pretty much finished. Do you have any other questions?”

“Yeonjun trusted you so much.” You murmur teary eyed. Beomgyu’s shoulders droop as he packs away his laptop. “He had to. I…I also saw a lot of myself in him. He reminds me a lot of my father; his values in justice, I mean.”

You smile, “Your father has good values then.” You both begin walking outside and readjust your voices back to a normal volume instead of whispering.

“Yeah, he does. I’m so grateful to have him as my father.” You find yourself smiling as he smiles. Beomgyu’s smile looked mischievous, boyish even. “Can you please tell me what’s your relationship to Yeonjun now?” You plead.

Beomgyu hums, “We studied together and were close friends. However after I moved to Busan, we didn’t talk as much. That was until one day he called me in desperation looking for a place to stay. He said he had to get away from Seoul.”

The day that you work-shadowed Yeonjun. His last day at work. It must have been then, roughly you calculate.

“From that day on, he opened up to me about everything. As he explained, I found myself getting more and more involved. I also got closer to Yeonjun. We became close friends. He relied on me solely. I saw him at some of his lowest points. He was so hung up over Taehyun.”

You both stop walking and face each other. Your face expresses melancholy. Beomgyu sighs, “It’s fine. I’m over it. But I’ve decided to continue for him. He told me to come find you to help me. So, here we are. I want to fight to uphold the justice our country and it’s citizens deserve.“

“I’m sorry Beomgyu.” You murmur. His brows furrow, “For what?”

“For being rude before. Inconsiderate,” you mumble. Beomgyu’s eyes glisten at you and he smiles a smile that is ever so soft, “Don’t apologise at all. I had accused your boyfriend of being a criminal out of nowhere. Shattered your entire perception of him. I was bound to not receive a good reaction from someone who loves him so dearly.”

A moment of comforting silence passes between the two of you. A silence of acknowledgment even. Beomgyu frowns, “I think sometimes, it must be just as hard for you. For the person you love to turn out to be such a terrible person. I’m sorry if I come off as harsh sometimes… I’m just so…”

“…Angry at what he did,” you finish off for him. Beomgyu murmurs, “Yeah.” You outstretch your hand as you try to distract yourself from bursting into tears on the spot. “I’m looking forward to working with you, Beomgyu.”

Beomgyu pleasantly grins at you taking your hand, “It’s but my pleasure, detective.”

The way his fingers brush against yours as your hands separate leaves you feeling warm and invokes a sense of newfound determination and confidence. “I’ve got to be going, duty calls and all that,” Beomgyu winks giving you a two fingered salute by his brow.

You smirk, “What duty may that be? You’ve still not told me what’s your job?”

“Come on detective, use your skills. Track me down and find out my details,” he grins mischievously. You groan obnoxiously, “Just go. I’ve had enough of you today.”

“See ya, detective. Call me later.” He hums.

Just you wait you little brat. You’re gonna profile his ass so hard and find out everything about him and slam it all on his face. Okay perhaps, you had other priorities first though.

But also, the first thing you were going to do now is go home and cry in the shower. That was for sure. Your heart felt incredibly heavy.

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“Woah there, happy to see me?,” His honey like tone dances in your ears. Your arms wrap around him from the back. You lean your head against his broad back.

“Mhm, missed you Taehyun,” you muffle into his back. He seemed to be pleased with your reaction and twists himself around in your arms.

You had to find it in yourself to not break down. You were now more so playing a character of the person you once were. A lovesick assistant detective, with the love of her life.

“How was your day off?” His fingers run through your hair and you almost have to refrain from shuddering. Those same fingers were the cause of many deaths. You smile peering up at him, “I binge watched season 2 of Alice In Borderland.” Lying had become essential for you nowadays.

Taehyun squeezes you in his arms and hums; his dark eyes fill with a mixture of emotions and thoughts making you feel uneasy.

“My love, I hope you didn’t stay up too late. You look tired.” You nervously laugh (totally not because you were further analysing Yeonjun’s evidence and trying to find out who Beomgyu was aimlessly last night or anything.)

You shake your head smiling, “Don’t worry, Taehyun. I’ll take care of myself. You’ve eaten right?” He shakes his head, “Ah, I haven’t eaten breakfast.”

You feign shock, “Taehyun, what would your mother think? His precious boy not eating the most important meal of the day.”

Taehyun’s eyes flash. Yes, you knew it was a low move. You knew his mother was dead and yet you still asked.

However one thing was for sure, you were not playing with anyone. You were playing with THE Kang Taehyun. Simply asking for answers is not going to cut it. Today you had one intention. That intention was to find out about his parents and his childhood.

You feign ignorance, “Taehyun? You okay?” He clears his throat and murmurs, “It’s fine, it’s just…she passed.” Your eyes widen and you mumble, “I’m so sorry-“. He smiles softly at you, “No need, I didn’t tell you anyway. How were you supposed to know?”

You nod softly, “If you don’t mind…I’ve told you a lot about my mother. I’d like to hear about yours. If you’re comfortable that is. You don’t talk about her often.” You peer up at him with a soft expression. You felt bad; no one deserved to lose a parent. Guilt was eroding you from within. Yet, you needed to get the job done.

Would he open up to you? He lets out a frustrated sigh making you loosen your grip around his torso. “I don’t really like talking about it. It’s rather sensitive.” You murmur, “Oh..”

His maroon eyes peer deeply back into yours, “But…for you. I’ll tell you a little. Because I trust you.” Your heart breaks into millions of pieces. He sounds so genuine. You didn’t know, was he truthful? No, he couldn’t be right?

“Thank you, Taehyun.” You shakily sigh.

“My mother was a very sweet woman. A woman dear to my heart. She treated me like a prince whilst growing up and sacrificed it all to the very end.” You nod carefully listening.

“It was a shame she got stuck with…with my father. My father on the other hand was a rather strict man. Well principled, had a strong set of values. Believed in attaining perfection in whatever you do. To obey everything he says. Perhaps he was a byproduct of his lineage. Whatever it is, he was a cold man. Though, the outside world only knew him as the chic, and charming detective.” You process everything deeply.

“Everyone was jealous that my mother caught the eye of the famous detective. It’s no surprise, she’s gorgeous and intelligent after all. My father however…he never,” his voice becomes low. “He never treated her well.”

You understood what he was implying. You now knew Taehyun’s childhood was not as glamorous and luxurious as you always imagined. “Have you told anyone about this?,” you tentatively question.

He mumbles, “I told Yeonjun. Not as much as I’ve told you. I’ve figured he was smart enough to figure it out anyway. He was my childhood friend after all.”

You almost flinch hearing the name come out of his mouth. You murmur sadly, “Yeonjun…losing him must have been so rough.” Taehyun’s eyes glimmer in an unknown murky emotion. “Yeah.” His lips twitch.

“Your mother…how did she…?” You nervously ask. “Unable to take the torture from my father, she attempted to run away. I never saw her again.” You had a feeling his father was responsible for that occurring.

“Your father…? I heard many years ago before you stepped up to this position he was found-“

Taehyun’s gaze morphs into one of the most terrifying stares you’ve seen from him. A cold chill runs down your body as his fingers squeeze tighter around your waist. His lips form a quivering twisted smile filled with both fear and enjoyment.

He lets out a bitter laugh, “He got what he deserved. He made many enemies in this line of work.”

You read his father’s case file from Yeonjun’s notes. A single clean shot to the head. Similar to the all the cases you’d seen before. A dark shudder runs through you…could Taehyun have…?

You peer at Taehyun who seems to have a eerily calm smile. His eyes malevolently glimmer. You feel awfully uneasy.

“Just know, you should be grateful he’s no longer around. He’d be a way worse of a boss than I am.”You nervously chuckle at his attempt to clear the air.

“Thank you for telling me Taehyun,” you cup his cheek. You feel nausea and anxiety reel through your body in waves. You didn’t know whether to feel bad, guilty, pitiful, disgusted or appalled. You just knew deep down what Taehyun did to his father. Maybe his father did deserve it, but still…

“Love, you look pale.” You shake your head viciously, “No, no. It’s just, you went through so much.” He harshly cuts in, “Don’t think about pitying me. I’m not some sob story.”

“I-I wasn’t-“ you stammer backing away from his grasp. He runs a hand through his hair, “Sorry, just. As I said before it’s tough to talk about.”

So many emotions run through you. The more and more you look at Taehyun you realise how truly love made you blind.

Taehyun peers at you with a longing stare after a moment of tense silence, “You would never betray me right?” Your heart feels like it just got shot. “W-What? Why so suddenly, Taehyun?”

“I’m just asking.” He responds making you almost want to throw up. You answer taking his hands into yours as you muster up all the courage in the world to look into his dark eyes, “I would never.“

The words come out of you dripping in the black tar you called a lie. The way you both gaze into each others eyes playing a sinful game of deception.

The male leans in closer his strands of hair brushing against your forehead; his lips form a chillingly cold smile, “I’m glad to hear that.” He pulls you in for a tight hug.

“You know I love you,” he murmurs into your ear. You shiver. You muffle into his chest, “Me too.”

You peel yourself away from his grasp and force a playful smile onto your lips, “Better get to work now, shouldn’t we?” He hums with an equally mischievous look, “That’s my line.” You can’t help but snort, rolling your eyes.

You’d have loved this once before.

——•••——

After a few hours of paperwork, you decide to look up more information on Beomgyu. Your phone could only do so much. The specific software which was in your office computer was where you could really profile someone.

Additionally, Taehyun went out to get some breakfast from the nearby cafe after you tried to convince him (luckily it worked!)

You text Beomgyu praying that he’s active.

Y/n: Your last name. Give it to me.

After a minute or so he responds:

Beomgyu: Don’t you have more important things to be looking up?

Y/n: Now.

Beomgyu: Alright, not so harsh detective. :< It’s Choi. I’ll talk to you when I’m on break in a few.

You leave the man on seen as you immediately try to fill in the details on the computer profiling software. Your heart pounds. You were not to be underestimated.

His name was rather common which didn’t help at all and you try to focus on Busan. You scan through known state detectives and other members of the forensics department at Busan’s police department.

After scouring like your life depends upon it you spot a single ‘Choi Beomgyu’ it was in a profile linked to the police commissioner of Busan.

As soon as you click the link; your heart almost bursts out of your ribcage. What the actual fuck?

Choi Beomgyu was the son of Busan’s Police commissioner. Holy shit. There was his photo in uniform. He was a field /on-site officer.

You had back talked to HIM? Oh shit.

Your phone rings as if on cue as you palely look at the screen. Your caller being: Beomgyu.

“Right, I’m finally on break. You want any other clues or what?” He asks coolly. You murmur, “You’re such an ass for not telling me.”

“Huh, you found out? Knew you could. What do you think about your partner then? Trust me more now?”

“No,” you snap. He snorts over the phone. You whisper harshly, “You’re the fucking son of Busan’s police commissioner? Are you insane getting involved in a case outside your jurisdiction?”

Beomgyu chuckles into the phone, “Maybe. I’m no more insane than you are for actually hunting my details down, you stalker.”

“You-!” A clatter resounds. You immediately end the call. You’ll explain to him later. You’re sure he won’t mind the sudden end.

You hear the creak of the office entry open and you scramble to remove your search history and click off everything to make sure it looked absolutely untouched. You step out of the profiling room in a rush and scramble to sit down at your desk. Taehyun marches in with his steaming cup of coffee and paper bag filled with breakfast items. You were relieved.

His eyes trail down your face making you feel warm. You feel as though he’s intently observing every inch of you. You hum, “Hm?”

Taehyun’s lips curl into a unreadable smirk, “Don’t slack off.”

You almost drop the file in your hands, “W-What?” You stammer.

“From work I mean, you’re behind on the files right? Speed up a little.” He hums carelessly with a smirk sitting at his desk. You splutter pathetically, “Right. Right…”

Was he teasing you? No? God, you had to stop being paranoid and focus.

There’s no way he could already know right?

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[Part 5 coming soon]

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TToaCMC Remnant Timeline - Part 1

(...a.k.a., "What if RWBY/J never returned?")

So, anyone who’s read my Volume 9 fic The Tale of a Cat Most Curious might remember I said at the end that I might write a spinoff describing what happens on a post-Fall of Atlas Remnant in the fic’s AU. So I’ve written a series of posts, starting with this one, loosely describing one possible timeline of how the war against Salem goes for the remaining characters and people, with some gaps for folks to draw their own conclusions about the details.

This’ll be coming in several parts over several days, with new posts being put up every three or four days.

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PART 1 – THE FIRST FOUR MONTHS AFTER THE FALL:

(Vacuo)

Qrow, Robyn and the surviving Ace-Ops make their way to Vacuo, eventually rejoining Nora, Ren, Winter and Emerald at Shade Academy.

In the months after the Fall of Atlas and the forced mass exodus into Vacuo, things are dire. Shade Academy and its local oasis are initially used as a refugee centre, but it doesn’t have the room or resources to support all the evacuees plus its own student and tutor body, especially on account of how resource-scarce Vacuo is coupled with Vacuo’s semi-Darwinistic culture. The thought of the Atlas-Mantle refugees overconsuming the Shade oasis’ resources furthermore rubs many Vacuans the wrong way. Some of Vacuo’s population don’t even believe that Salem is real or that Ruby’s rogue broadcast to the world was truthful, leading Vacuan nationalistic organisations to gain power.

A large percentage of the refugees die from causes including: lack of basic resources like food, water and medicine; heat stress in the new climate; suicides, violent encounters with the locals, attacks by local Grimm, and desperate clashes between each-other. More refugees disappear due to traffickers, organ harvesters and the other criminal organisations in Vacuo’s anarchist climate preying on them, despite huntsmen and huntresses’ efforts to defend or rescue them from such. Other desperate evacuees take their chances trying to flee to other regions.

The Maidens present in Vacuo use their weather-manipulating magic to shield refugee-inhabited areas from the Vacuan heat and bring rain as much as possible, and they at one point try terraforming fertile lands and grow more food. This backfires by further enflaming tensions among the Vacuans, whom feel even more so like they’re being invaded by their former colonists again due to this, and point out that the Maidens are intervening on the refugees’ behalf rather than the Vacuans’ after centuries. (ADDENDUM: Why didn’t anyone ever use the Maidens’ weather powers for long-term terraforming before, particularly in Vacuo and Solitas’ extreme environments? My guess is that Ozpin forbade the Maidens under his thumb from doing it to maintain secrecy, and none of the generations of Maidens that WEREN’T under his thumb were the types of people who would care enough about others to bother. And maybe, Ozpin WANTED Vacuo and Solitas to remain barren as part of his politicking and long-game plan for saving Remnant. Maybe Shade Academy’s oasis was itself originally cultivated by a past Maiden on Ozpin’s orders.)

Within four months of the Fall, roughly 65% of the former Kingdom of Atlas’ displaced population including children and infirm are dead or missing. Willow Schnee is later among the confirmed casualties, leaving Whitley under Winter’s care – the Schnee family is a remnant of what it once was. In a desperate effort to lower the death toll, the huntsmen and huntresses resort to mass-unlocking civilian refugees’ auras and training them as much as can be afforded.

Hope diminishes further after news reaches Vacuo that Vale has been completely overrun by a massive spike in Grimm activity. Several of the heroes observe the oddity that Salem would have her Grimm attack the already-decimated Vale first, instead of going straight for the unorganised desert kingdom where they currently reside in a weakened state. It’s hypothesised that Salem is making a second attempt to locate the Crown of Choice’s hidden true vault in Vale, or that Salem might not have ordered the Grimm to finish destroying  Vale at all and the Grimm had simply been drawn in by the negativity spike after the Fall of Atlas.

The remaining heroes, while struggling to save what refugees they can, debate what to do next about countering Salem. They debate whether or not to use the Summer Maiden (*) to open the vault under Shade and take the Sword of Destruction out to be moved to somewhere else.

(The other kingdoms)

Slowly, the other kingdoms and settlements outside of Shade Academy withdraw into their own borders.

Mistral’s gates are initially open to refugees, partly in an effort by the kingdom to rearm itself after Leonardo Lionheart’s actions decimated the kingdom’s huntsman population. Salem openly contacts Mistral and offers them a “gift:” they have nothing she’s after anymore, so she and the Grimm will leave Mistral alone on the condition that they close their borders, don’t get in her way and don’t in any way aid her enemies. Mistral’s council take the bargain, closing up and cutting off all support to Vacuo.

After a delay, news of the Fall of Atlas and Ruby’s message reach Menagerie. Ghira and Kali Belladonna call for the reformed White Fang to mobilise to the continents. However, many of Menagerie’s population, having been untouched by Salem’s genocidal campaign since the White Fang’s reformation, are outraged at the prospect of sending their militia away from their homeland to the aid of foreign kingdoms, including kingdoms which Menagerie has very bad blood with, based on Ruby’s message, leading to mass protests and a delay in mobilisation.

(Salem and her faction)

Salem has instructed the Grimm to comb the ruins of Vale, looking for the hidden new Fall Maiden vault where the Crown of Choice was moved out of Beacon’s basement to. Contacting Tyrian and Mercury via a Seer, she orders them to be patient and bide their time: Salem wants to let her enemies in Vacuo have breathing room to tear themselves apart with squabbles and infighting like they and Ironwood previously did in Atlas before her minions move in. Cinder is frustrated and impatient to claim the Winter and Summer Maiden powers immediately, knowing that they’re both currently in Vacuo.

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(*) - I’ll default to calling the Summer Maiden Omaira, as a placeholder name on this timeline. If you’ve read a certain Coeur Al’Aran fic, then you know. ;)

(Also, Ruby’s broadcast REALLY should have mentioned that the consequences of Salem winning are the physical destruction of Remnant and all life on it. If it had, maybe Mistral and Menagerie would’ve opposed Salem like she wanted.)