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Bia 2:59-60
2:59
- Manuel would be dumb if he were to think there could ever be anything aside from friendship going on between Bia and Alex
- I can see both of their grief in that hug⌠:(
- AW NOT A FLASHBACK WAAAAH IâM EMO
- Thatâs it Iâm forgiving Alex, itâs better that way.
- AwwâŚ.
- Tsk tsk Ana⌠Victor has a point
- Fiore mio⌠sigh⌠Guillermo redeemed
- Zeta finally brings himself to his reckoning
- Voy crew, weâre missing the descant. But nice embellishments :)
- But perfect for me to sing along to actually :)
- AQUI ME ENCONTRARĂS IS A BIA SONG????? I love that song so fricken much
- Bruuuuuuh he is jealous. Manuel babey⌠come on.
- When Alex is the logical one of the twoâŚ. you know itâs trouble
- Woaaahhhh Victor has an opportunity to pursue the basketball thing
- Antonio definitely does want Victor out of his hair. But It is a good opportunity.
- Oooooooh I know this Bia outfit :)
- Me and my lack of self control
- Awww an international food party
- I love how everyone is from different places through, itâs cool
- Dang Manuel is slamming that piano again
- DangâŚ. Manuel is losing his brother again⌠pobreâŚ.
- Bros Iâm getting sadâŚ. The finality of it all is setting in
- WE DESERVE BIA 3 AND BEU IN THE RESIDENCIA KUNST :â(
- Awwwww I love Bia and Chiaraâs energy so much ahhhhhh they really just make me smile Iâm gonna miss them :â(
- MANUEL WITHOUT THE CAP!
- CarmĂn Spy
- Oooooh I think CarmĂn is gonna like that
- Alex is like. oh. oop. Did not mean for that to be heard.
- Aw her little nervous habits :â)
- Hahaha Paula is pleased
- Moving sucks for real
- Hahahaahahah Celeste will not forgive Alex so quickly
- uh.
- uh.
- Siempre fuiste vosâŚ. Oh goshâŚ
- hey. Hey whatâs happening. hello.
- Thereâs only 1 thing Ana needs to do right now and itâs talk to Bia. SorryâŚ
- Everyone when Chiara says sheâs with Guillermo:
- CHICO DEL PIANO PLEASEEE IF I STILL HAD EMOTIONS LEFT IâD BE WEEPING
- ITâS LIKE THE BEGINNING AHHHHHHHH
- ohhhâŚ.. my babiesâŚ. ohâŚ.
- AL FIN.
2:60
- NOT THE MONTAGE I AM ON MY LAST STRAW FOR REAL THIS TIME
- This is too much truly I. I. Help.
- My heart is aching fam. I have so much to say about this truly.
- BAHAHA Biaâs face when she got the phone call. Sheâs gonna slap Pixie in her mind.
- OK ANYWAY, Back to what I was saying. Bia has been waiting forever for that hug⌠all of this pain theyâve gone through but they went through it apart and finally he is holding her and things arenât perfect but theyâre better than theyâve been in a while⌠that hug ugh it breaks me. Fam I am insane.
- OhâŚ. She misses being called Helena⌠ughhhh my heart
- ohhhh. That look of Anaâs. ohâŚ.
- Chiara won them over for Guillermo fast lol
- Iâm so emo my goshâŚ. NOT THE FLASHBACKS TO THE FIRST EP
- Fam. My heart cannot take this. It cannot.
- OhâŚ. tenderâŚ.
- Iâm in pain. Iâm more sad about this ending then when I graduated high school and that is completely serious.
- The lights turning offâŚ. Iâve had enoughâŚ.
- Ahhhhh Helena Gritarle al Mundo my absolute beloved
- Oh the growl. Iâm <3
- Itâs really such a good songâŚ
- Oh⌠I havenât heard Manuelâs voice like that in forever⌠I missed it
- Delfi.
- Thatâs not a lot to take all the way to SpainâŚ. I am not a light packer tho
- Above all, Paula is a mother that would do anything for her children, for better or for worse
- [(Brokenly) Iâm not sad]
- This is why we keep the subs on lol
- I canât believe heâs gonna leave without giving Manuel a proper goodbye
- I can see a lot of emotions going through Alexâs eyes⌠itâs all so complicated
- PARTY TIME!
- I wanna goooooo
- Please have brigadeiros
- Oh I predicted it HA
- Ok anyway.
- Whew this fortune is INTENSE
- PLEASEE they think it was Manuel lol
- OhâŚ. That message from AnaâŚ. Oh goshâŚ
- Aw Alex came :)
- Pixie and Jandino snuck right out of there
- Look at Proud Manuel in the audience
- Iâm so happy to see them close again
- What a magical little place
- Sheâs so giggly omgâŚ..
- Cuando PasĂł piano in the background
- ohâŚ. tenderâŚ. Donât touch me
- ESAS MIRADASâŚ.. I CANâT STAND THIS
- Awwww Alex made his own suit BASED ON CARMĂNâS IDEAS
- Finally a happy ending for CarmĂnâŚ.
- DJ Thiago in the house!
- ohâŚ.. binuelâŚ. Iâm gonna miss you so muchâŚ.
- Marcos and Mara came???
- WhewâŚ. Victor waiting at the bridge
- Nice lil reality check in the middle of the party
- OMG LEAVE THIAGO ALONE.
- Cute of them to have that suspenseful little scene and then not renew the show. :/
- hUH
- Girl if someone embraced me like that rn I would freaking disintegrate
- Ngl folks I donât really understand what is going on here
- Anyway Thiago is stressed
- âPase lo que paseâŚ. Te quieroâŚâ uh. Hello????
- uh. Helena recording?????
- Bia may have extreme face blindness but she DOES recognize Helenaâs voice
- Bia is woozy as HECK
- DJ Manuel!
- Hey BiaâŚ.. where are you going?
- MY VPN IS ABOUT TO RUN OUT I HATE IT HERE
- Ugh Gabi sounds angelicâŚ. <3
- Ah. So this is what all the dizziness was leading to.
- BIA!!!!!
- Can you believe my VPN cut off rn. Unbelievable.
- OK. so I made another post analyzing the ending and this liveblog is already so long so. find it here.
#I CAN"T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO POST THIS OMG#better late than never ig#disney bia#bia liveblogs#bia liveblog#probably the end of the liveblogs era#at least until something new comes out#and even then idk#but we had a good run#thanks 4 sticking around#also I want to apologize for the spelling mistakes that at times made these incoherent#my typing is not good
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(Dianakko Week) Thereâs no way she- (3):Â âThereâs no way she tamed that.â
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A/N: Okay! So Iâm really sorry if day 2 confused yâall ;-;. I just couldnât reveal as much info to be clear as I thought ;-; I dunno if this chapter will do any good of explaining, but hereâs to hoping  that it does! T-T Also apologies if the whole story goes south or off the rails since Iâm really running on fumes this week and am at peak exhaustion capacity woo! So these chapters/days might just be getting weird and incoherent idk. Sorry. This is kind of like... going back and forth between days 2-4 in terms of theme, I think. But well. uh... Idk anymore.
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
Day 3: Familiars/Animals
âThereâs no way she tamed that.â
âIâm just glad youâve all settled in just fine.â
âHonestly? Same.â Barbara sighed, looking into the orb that showed Lotte and Sucyâs faces. âI guess itâs just that weâve been here for a few months- two? Three? Itâs a good start.â
âHowâs her majesty holding up?â Sucy asked teasingly, but with concern clear in her visible eye.
Barbara bit her lip, not really sure of the answer herself. âShe never showed me or Han, but I know that sheâs cried to Akko-with Akkoâ Barbara shook her head fondly, recalling their sweet dork. â-when we all went to bed. It went on for a few weeks. Right now, sheâs... sheâs holding up. Sheâs tough, we all know.â
âYes. You all are.â Lotte said with a smile that quickly melted away into a deep frown. âI canât believe they burned down the mansion.â
âI canât believe they were able to get through Dianaâs cloaking spell.â Sucy commented. âSomething isnât right, but no one can pinpoint just what it is yet.â She said, swirling an ominous-looking fluid in one of her flasks.
Barbara nodded. âWell, anyway, Iâll get back to you later. Iâm on dinner duty and the sun has been sending me warnings.â She chuckled, noticing the changing hues of the horizon. âTalk to you again sometime?â
âWeâll update you on the situation.â Lotte assured, waving to her friend before the connection cut and the orb turned blank.
Barbara sighed, standing up from the table to return the orb on their shelf in the living room of the cozy stone cottage they had settled in, deep in a forest of some unknown country far away from home.
It was a new world with so many unknowns. Maybe too many. Including why Diana and Akko had been targeted this way. Diana had told them that sheâd been stripped of her position on the magic council, and had been âwarnedâ that she would someday suffer the consequences of not complying with the other members. So far, that was all they knew. They just found that Diana had a hunch that they needed to leave soon. They were so glad they did.
Barbara began prepping in the kitchen, getting all her ingredients from the fridge that sheâd need for the dish she wanted to cook. Suddenly, a chorus of yells from her two teammates caught her attention, telling her that they were close to home, along with their other friend whose name was pronounced loud on their lips-
âAKKO?!â
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âWhat?â Akko shrugged, clearly not getting why this was such a big deal. Florence was one of her sweetest familiars!
âNo, no, no. Not âwhat?â, Akko... how... why? Who? Where did you even-â Hannah stammered. âThereâs no way she tamed that. Right, Diana?â She turned to their team leader, still staring up at the very real, and very large griffin.
âAkko... how did you even... you say this is your familiar??? A gryphon of this size? We all know that contracting familiars are difficult, but you just-â
She and Hannah watched as Akko continued to play with the somehow puppy-like griffin, Akko rubbing itâs belly as it rolled on the grass in front of their home.
âDiana.â Akko deadpanned. âYou literally kept a Kelpie at home.â She saw Diana open her mouth about to deny the statement, and cut her off. âDonât lie. I saw you feeding it by the lake the other day.â
âWell...â
âI watched you train it the other day.â
âI-â
âIâve also seen it playing in the fountain in the yard back at home-â As that word slipped, Akko realized her mistake, seeing Hannah giving her a disproving look as Dianaâs face looked momentarily downcast, before masking it with a smile.
âDiana-â Akko tried to reach out, but her girlfriend had taken a careful step back, leaving a pang in Akkoâs heart. âIâm sor-â
âIâve been caught red-handed, I suppose.â Diana laughed mirthlessly, a hand rubbing up and down her opposite arm as she looked off into the distance. âOh look at that! The sun is setting. We should go inside.â She quickly changed the topic, being the first one to turn around and head for their house, not waiting for her companions to follow.
Hannah groaned, smacking the back of Akkoâs head. âNice going, Akko.â
âHey!â
âMake sure to hide that familiar somewhere and wash your hands before dinner! Barbaraâs going to have your head the next time you touch her table with those filthy hands.â She warned before disappearing into the cottage after Diana.
âI already know that. You donât have to tell me.â Akko scoffed, crossing her arms before getting nuzzled by her Griffin, a cute confused look on his face. She smiled, petting itâs side before doing what Hannah had told her to do. âCome on, Florence. Letâs get you back in with the others?â
Reaching into her shirt, Akko pulled out a locket, casting a spell on it that made it larger, revealing a briefcase that looked like any other. However, as she turned the dials of itâs lock code, multiple sounds spring forth from it as the case shook.
Florence nuzzled against her back, whining about her actions. Akko got the message. âSorry, buddy. I know itâs been a while since I let you out free, but I donât have anywhere better to keep you all yet. Hang on just a bit more? For me?â She rubbed the Griffinâs head before holding the briefcase closer to him and Florence disappeared into the container. âThank you.â She patted the lid.
After closing it securely, she spun the numbers to form a different code that brought about silence before shrinking it back into the size that she kept around her neck.
âI hope they waited for me for dinner.â
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âAre you alright?â
Diana looked up from her seat on the small porch, gaze warming as she was met by the sight of her old friend with two mugs in hand, steaming and warm. She simply nodded, patting the seat next to her.
Hannah nodded, settling down next to Diana and handing her her drink. Before Diana could even greet and thank her, a thick blanket was draped across her shoulders from her other side. Barbara promptly took seat on that free space, leaning her weight against Diana and closing her eyes.
âGirls...â
âYou can trust us with your pain as much as you do with Akko, you know?â Hannah murmured, Barbara nodding against Dianaâs side.
â...I know.â Biting her lip, Diana tried her best to form the appropriate words. Seconds slipped by and she continued failing at being open to her best friends. âIâm sorry. Itâs still a little difficult.â She felt the pair sigh on each side of her, and felt a little bad.
âWe suppose that one is on us for constantly placing you up on a pedestal. Both then and now.â Barbara chuckled, the statement supposedly lighthearted despite all three knowing it was the heavy truth. âJust know that when youâre ready, we will always be willing to listen, yes?â She turned her body around, enough to embrace Diana, Hannah mirroring the action as they both squeezed her tight.
Diana squeaked as they planted a kiss on each side of her face before laughing at how bashful she was being.
âWell, thatâs all from us. Weâll be heading in now.â
Diana had wanted a few more minutes of time with them, but as she followed them with her eyes, she saw someone else waiting by the door.
âFix this.â She heard Hannah whisper to the dejected-looking Akko, loud enough for all of them to hear. Barbara giggled as she entered the house first, and Diana found her own chuckles slipping out as Akko grumbled her way towards Diana until she stood face to face with her.
â...â
â...â
âHi.â
âHello, dear.â
Diana felt her heart ache in a bittersweet way as she saw tears form in Akkoâs eyes, and the girl kneeled in front of her, relocating Dianaâs mug of hot chocolate somewhere safe on the wooden porch before taking both of her hands in hers and kissing each knuckle.
âI love you...â She whispered, holding Dianaâs hands to her forehead as Akko bowed her head to hide her face from her. âAnd Iâm sorry...â
âDarling...â Diana sighed with a smile. âCome here.â
Diana watched Akko briefly hesitate before gingerly snaking her arms round about Diana, snuggling into her fully.
âIâm sorry.â
âItâs alright. You didnât mean to hurt me or anything.â
âBut I did.â Akko sniffled, remembering that Diana had entrusted her sorrows and fears to her for nights and nights since they lost their old home, and how carelessly Akko had mentioned it while Diana was still touchy about the subject. âSo Iâm still sorry.â
Diana turned her head slightly to the side, enough to place a tender kiss on Akkoâs cheek, âThen, Thank you. Thank you for apologizing, Love.â
âMmm.â
They stayed that a way a few moments before Akko pulled away, a big grin plastered over her face.
âI have something to show you. Just to make it up to you.â Sheâd said, turning to the sky with lips pursed to release a unique whistling sound that Diana was not so familiar with.
She decided to face where Akko had been directing her attention, squinting at the night sky dotted with stars she knew all too well. She didnât see anything out of the ordinary, so what was Akko trying to do-
There was a flash of gold and of a passionate color. It wasnât lightning, Diana knew; neither was it the twinkling of the stars overhead. Â So what exactly...
Then it came closer, perching on Akkoâs arm that she had left outstretched.
Dianaâs mouth gaped, a surprise much similar to what she had experienced earlier today, returning.
âAkko, this is a...â
Akko scratched the back of her head sheepishly, smiling adorably awkward as she attempted to âintroduceâ them. âAlfred, this is Diana. Diana, this is Alfred.â
Diana nodded at the creature that stared at her with itâs bright beady eyes. Literally bright, it was in its entirety.
âHeâs a baby phoenix.â
Diana nodded solemnly, still in awe. Of both the creature and Akko who was currently petting it with a magically protected hand.
Diana knew that Akko always had a strange affinity for communicating with animals. Even back in her years as âLuna Novaâs Dunceâ- or so many had labeled her as (Diana was forever mad at that fact)- Akko had already shown her uncanny ability to empathize with non-human beings. She so easily befriended fae, was able to get along with both of Chariotâs own familiars: Alcor and Arcas of all creatures. There was also the fact that she had learned fish language in her own unconventional way and had become increasingly fluent in it and other magical creature languages over the next few years.
Now that she really about it, she realized that she usually saw Akko tending to the magical animals used by the security sector of the council, or doing work related to that. She had at first seen it as them pushing all the mucky work onto her like cleaning stables for pegasi, or feeding the more exotic research birds.
Seeing Akko right now, she felt like it should explain a whole lot more than she thought she knew about her. It made Diana feel slightly ashamed and insecure that she had yet to uncover this fact about her own lover that she had been with for so long now.
Diana shook her head to rid herself of those thoughts. This wasnât the time to doubt their relationship with one another.
In this new light she was now viewing Akko in, Diana now suspected one of the reasons why the council desperately tried to keep Akko from quitting back then despite not making much use of her at her actual supposed job. They had probably realized all too quickly, and for reasons Diana doubted were good.
But did Akko know this? Was she aware?
Diana fiddled with her hands. Maybe she should ask.
âAkko?â She tugged on the girlâs shirt sleeve.
âHmm?â Â
Diana took a breath. âI know... that one of the reasons you left your old duties behind was because you didnât really love the job at the council... and all that.â She watched Akko nod slowly, hands stilling from caressing Alfred.
âGo on?â
âBut I canât help but think now that thereâs another reason... you know, something more?â Diana looked at her dearest friend and lover with hopeful eyes, wondering if sheâd tell her something she didnât know. Something that wasnât in the written letters Akkoâs various familiars had brought to her during the moments they were apart, something that she couldnât have observed despite having worked in generally the same establishment because they had been firmly kept apart.
Why did it suddenly feel like Diana... didnât know a lot about Akko?
She felt a pang in her heart, only supplemented by the silence that Akko had met her with.
âSorry.â She quickly said. âMaybe it wasnât right of me to ask.â She was about to get up when Akko stopped her, a hand holding onto Dianaâs, silently bidding her to stay.
Diana sat back down and Akko rested her head on her shoulder, rubbing patterns on Dianaâs hand with her thumb as she began to speak.
âDiana, did you know? That magical creatures have so much more magical energy stored in their bodies than any other living things? So much so that a magical sparrow could probably power Luna Nova for almost a week, maybe.â Akko chuckled and Diana smiled at the lovely sound.
Nodding, she responded. âWell, I knew something of that nature, yes. Did Pisces teach you that? Chariot?â She asked, squeezing Akkoâs hand gently in hers.
âPartially... but...â Akko sighed. âI also found it out myself.â
Diana nodded, not wanting to interrupt anything.
âYou know me so well Diana, so Iâm sure that youâve noticed by now that I have...â Akko paused, in thought of how she should word it. âQuite a few? Familiars?â
Diana snorted, bringing their joined hands up to her lips and kissing the back of Akkoâs hand. âA lot, dear. A whole lot.â
Akko giggled alongside her before calming and adopting a more serious look. Diana lent her ears once more, preparing herself for what was to come.
âIt started when they discovered I could easily befriend them. The magical beasts and creatures.â Akko frowned, surely remembering things she did not want to. âThey sent me out to catch, acquire, and well tame magical beasts. Pfft-Like I could do that.â
Diana was about to argue that Akko could- as could clearly be observed, but was beaten to the punch.
âIt was much easier than I believed it should be.â She admitted. âAt first, I had no clue what they needed it for. I assumed more research on animals, extending our knowledge, and all that good stuff, you know?â Akko huffed, lifting her other hand up to guide her little phoenix into flight so that it would return to where it came from.
Diana guessed it was because Akko didnât want it understanding what she was about to reveal next.
âOf course, I had felt bad about intruding into their habitats and taking one of their kind, but I had hoped that after whatever observations the council and researchers had, I could just return them to their families and homes.â
Diana felt Akkoâs grip tightening around her hand, breathing shallowing.
âThen one day, I saw these beautiful, beautiful creatures in one of the outer courtyards...â Akko squeezed her eyes shut, painfully recalling the memory of what she saw that day. Â âThey killed them, Diana. Killed them in order to power some device that I have no clue about. I saw it in passing when I accompanied the secretary around before I was shut out.â Akko confessed.
Diana leaned her head on Akkoâs, mind flying to places she had tried forgetting about because of the pain they caused her as she tried to make sense of what Akko knew, and what she had also found out.
âThatâs when I decided to quit and go to the places I believed more beasts resided in... Â especially the more endangered and possibly more powerful ones from what I had looked into, and what Chariot and Pisces had told me. I thought that maybe I could keep them safe that way. Iâm sure the council had someone replace me in my... âworkâ.â
Akko allowed herself to fall over and lay herself on Dianaâs lap, turning around to bury her face in the womanâs stomach.
Diana felt arms wrap around her waist, and she brought her hands atop Akkoâs head to comb through silky chocolate strands. She felt the tension in Akkoâs body release, before hearing another quiet, âIâm sorryâ.
Diana would have asked what for, but they both already knew that.
âI just couldnât tell you at that time. Not when you were also trying your best to establish your position in that very same council. I thought it would put you at risk of losing your job... or worse.â
Diana could just hear her choke up on that word, having now been acquainted with the âworseâ bit.
âSo I decided to distance myself for a bit. Iâm sorry, Diana. Iâm sorry.â Akko murmured against her stomach. âIâm sorry I didnât tell you.â
Diana could feel a wet patch growing on her stomach. She continued to gently run her fingers through Akkoâs hair in hopes of soothing her lover and reassuring her that it was all alright. That she understood. That she was grateful that Akko did it to protect her.
âI just wish I had told you back then, now that all of this happened. Itâs still very much my fault, isnât it?â Akko sniffled, turning away to wipe her nose on her sleeve. âAaagghh, I really am sorry. To you, to Hannah and Barbara, and to everyone else.â Akko tried to slow her breathing in order to stop crying as she looked straight up at the night sky. âThis is all my fault.â
Her view of the starry sky was obstructed, but replaced with the blues of a summery morning, even though it was the dead of night.
She was entranced, just like sheâd always been since a long time ago.
Akko felt her eyelids flutter shut as Diana leaned down, closer, closer, and closer...
Thwack-
âOuch!â
Akkoâs eyes shot open as she was met with a stern Diana.
âDonât just take all the blame like that and treat this whole thing as your decision solely. We all came here on our own accord. Hannah, Barbara, and I. Actually, didnât we drag you hear in the first place?â Diana scolded a thoroughly shocked Akko.
âY-yes.â
Dianaâs expression relaxed as she chuckled, finally giving Akko the kiss sheâd been expecting. âThatâs why, my love, please. Continue to trust us.â
Diana could swear she could read a million I love youâs written all over Akkoâs face. The sweetheart.
âBesides. I have things I need to discuss with you all as well. And I think- no. I know that it is connected with what youâve just told me tonight.â
Diana nudged Akko up, guiding them both back on their feet.
âBut for now, can we finally get some shut-eye?â She looked at Akko with a pleading face that the latter dared not say no to.
âDefinitely.â
Diana squealed as she was hoisted up into strong arms and carried into the house, across their small living room and into their shared bedroom, careful not to make as much noise when they passed by their friendsâ.
As Akko lay Diana down on the soft sheets, she peppered kisses about her face, the pair giggling and whispering until they were all out of mirth.
Tomorrow was another day, and it might just be another frightful one.
But well, they had each other and it didnât matter as much anymore.
âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
Snuggled beneath the covers, to the soft cooing of the breezes of the forest, they began to drift to slumber-
âOh, thatâs right, Love.â
âHmm?â
âDo you mind showing me your other animals?â
âNot at all, dear.â
âGreat.â
âAny reason why?â
âI just want to see Hannahâs shocked face again if we ever find something like a manticore or minotaur with you, haha.â
â...â
âIâm jesting, Love- Akko... why are you wearing that expression? Akko... no way... No. Really?!â
â...You see...â
âThereâs no way you tamed that!â
A/N: If youâve seen fantastic beasts- I just loved the suitcase concept. Also I dunno, I thought of the whistling thing and wondered if it was an actual summoning technique and found a transcendental- was it- whistling. Welp. Itâs almost 2am and Iâm doing this while also doing my lab reports skgmdsoigndfngsdr okay. Time to di-p. Time to dip into work. Ciao!
~Shintori Khazumi
#dianakko week 2021#diakko#diana cavendish#atsuko kagari#hannah england#barbara parker#lotte yanson#sucy manbavaran#lwa#little witch academia#fanfic
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You Belong With Me - Chapter 35
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Description: Â Much to his surprise, after being released from prison for a crime he didnât commit, Logan has been appointed as a the princeâs new advisor. Â
Word Count: 9201
Chapter Warnings contain major spoilers so theyâre at the end of the post, but  please scroll down to check them if you need to! <3 Â
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  âWhat do you mean you lost him?â
  âI didn't lose him, princey! He took off!â
  âYou were supposed to be watching him!â
  âI was asleep!â Virgil growled, pacing back and forth in front of the disconsolate prince. âIn case you forgotten, I've been with him for two days straight, princey. Do you really think I would have been any use to him if I hadn't slept in that time?â
  Roman's expression immediately softened as Virgil snapped at him. âOf course not.â
  âNot to mention, I wasted precious time tracking you down coming to find you." Virgil growled, stopping in place. "Time that I could have been looking for him, might I add. So, a little bit of gratitude would go a long way for you right now.â
  Guilt fluttered in Roman's chest at the pain in Virgil's voice. âI know, Virge. I'm sorry. I have no doubt you did everything you could to keep him safe.â
  âI don't get it, princey." Virgil continued, his voice starting to tremble. âHow could he just take off on me like that?â
  "I think I may know why." Roman whispered quietly, glancing up at Virgil with a pointed look in his eyes. "It would seem that our guest in the dungeons also took his leave this morning."
  âRoman, you can't seriously think that Logan wouldââ Virgil growled before Roman cut him off.
  âThere is plenty of reasons for Logan to seek out more answers, Virgil," Roman muttered, running his hand through his hair. "You and I bother know that both of them going missing in one night is not a coincidence."
  âYouâre saying he betrayed us.â Virgil crossed his arms, glaring at Roman with an accusing look in his eyes.
  âHe left his chambers willingly, Virge. The guards told you as much,â Roman sighed as Virgilâs expression soured. âbut that being said, I'm not making any accusations, Virgil. Regardless of Loganâs feelings towards me, I don't believe he would go behind your back.â
  âWell, clearly you're wrong, because he seems to have done just that.â Virgil spat, shoving his fists in his cloak. âShit, what was he thinking, princey? He's gonna get hurt.â
  âHe wants answers." Roman stated quietly, staring at the ground. âThe answers he didnât get from me.â
  âFine, I get why he want to talk to him again, but why go alone?â Virgil hissed, his voice becoming frantic as he paced the room. "It doesn't make sense. He could have said something. I would have taken him."
  âYou would have taken him go to see this other fae in the middle of night?â Roman raised an eyebrow at him skeptically.
  âIf the alternative was him going alone, then yes, I would have." Virgil muttered angrily.
  âVirgil. I know this is hard, but none of this is your fault. It's mine and I'm going to get this sorted out.â Roman dropped his gaze to the ground before stepping toward the door. âI should put out an alert immediately. If he's still close, we might catch him.â
  âWait, Roman.â Virgil held up his hand to block Romanâs way. âIsnât your family still facing backlash over the alert that was called out on you? Should you really do that?â
  âLoganâs safety is more important than anything those bastards have to say in court.â Roman muttered, trying to dodge around Virgil. âI can lose everything for all I care, but I canât let him get hurt."
  Virgil caught Roman's shoulder, forcing him back. âYou said it yourself, heâs the one that snuck out, princey. What if he's not looking to be found?â
  A lump caught in Romanâs throat and he pause he shook his head. âIt doesnât matter what he thinks. We have to find him.â
  Virgil stopped abruptly, hearing something off in his tone. He turned to Roman, trying to catch his eye as his gaze dropped away to avoid Roman. âWaitâwhy? What do you know?â
  âI made another mistake, Virgil.â Romanâs voice trembled as he looked up and Virgil could see his eyes glisten as he struggled to contain his emotions.
  Virgil stepped forward, hesitantly reaching a comforting hand to Romanâs shoulder. âShit, princey. What'd you do?â
  âI didnât tell him everything. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I justââ Roman glanced at Virgilâs hand on his shoulder guiltily, feeling unworthy of the simple comfort. âVirge, if that fae told him what I didnât, it may have shattered any trust Logan had left in me.â
  Virgilâs grip tightened on Romanâs shoulder as he stared at his friend. âWhat didnât you tell him, princey?â
  âThe fae that died in our chargeâthe one we enslaved for our own endsâshe was his ancestor.â Roman sighed. âHis mother, if I'm not mistaken.â
  âRoman,âWhy? Why wouldn't you tell him that?â Virgil muttered in disbelief, staring at him horrified. He took a breath as he realized that Roman couldn't even bring himself to meet his gaze.  âCome on, princey. Talk to me. I've never known you to lie, so why start now?â
  âIt was too much, Virge I couldn't do that to him.â Roman whispered quietly, keeping his eye trained shamefully on the ground. âHe'd just learned of the destruction of an entire generation of the Fair Folk.â Roman paused taking a breath. âHe was broken. How could I turn around and tell him his only family was dead andâand that it all happened because of him.â
  âIt may be hard, but he has a right to know, Roman.â Virgil crossed his arm, staring sternly at Roman as he moved to lean on the wall next to him. "You have to know that."
  âI do, Virgil. I never intended to keep this from him forever.â Roman pleaded quietly as he looked up at Virgilâs unchanging expression. âYou have to believe me. I only wanted to give him a moment to process one world-shattering realization before I threw another at him."
  Virgil was quiet for a spell as he anxiously tapping his fingers on his arm. After a long moment, he turned to face the window, lost in thought and Roman's mind began to race.
  Roman swallowed painfully as his friend avoided his gaze. âYou do believe me. Right, Virge?â
  âWhat?â Virgil turned up to him in a daze, taken aback by the question as he glancing over his shoulder.
  âI wouldnât hurt him on purpose. I wouldn'tââ Roman's voice trembled and he suddenly looked faint. ââI swear I didn't know he'd go off on his own, Virgil. I thought I'd have more timeâthat I'd have another chance to talk to himââ
  âPrincey!â Virgil lunged forward, placing a hand on Romanâs chest to stop him from collapsing. Roman hung limply in his arms as Virgil attempted to steady them both.
  âI'm sorry, Virgil. Iâm so sorry.â Roman muttered, barely coherent. "I did this to him. This is all my fault. He's going to get hurtâ"
  âRoman, stop. Just stop.â Virgil stared down at the crumbling prince in his arms, suddenly glad they were in Roman's private room as the prince melted into him, mumbling incoherent apologies. âGods, what are you even apologizing for?"
  "I've always been so careful not to hurt anyone. I never asked for this powerââ Roman whispered breathlessly. âI neverâI justââ
  "Shit.Take a breath, princey.â Virgilâs arms curled around the prince as he lowered them both to the ground, allowing Roman  to curl into his chest. âYouâre having a panic attack. Breathe with me."
  âI don't deserve that.â Roman choked on his own words as he buried his head into Virgilâs chest.
  âYou don't deserve what?â Virgil whispered quietly. His heart ached with empathy for his friend as he clung tightly to Romanâs shoulders. âTo breathe?â
  Romanâs silence hung heavy in the air between them and Virgil felt like he could hear his heart crackling as he realized how far his friend had fallen.
  âOh, Ro. How badly did I fail you to make you think one mistake would undo the years of friendship we've built together?â Virgil calmly ran his fingers through Romanâs hair.
  âIt's note a mistake. Undeniably, I hurt him. I shouldn't be forgiven for my carelessness.â
  âYouâre right, princey. It wasn't even mistake.â  Virgil cut him off quickly. âYou made the choice to protect Logan and it went sour. You did the best you could and that's any of us can ask of you."
  âI hurt him, Virgil." Roman whispered quietly. The melancholy in his voice broke Virgilâs heart, but he could feel Roman's breathing start to steady. âEvery time I open my mouth, I hurt him again. I can't stand the way that feels. If he dââ Roman swallowed painfully as he started to push away. ââWhatever it doesn't even matter. My problems can wait. We need to find him now.â
  âRoman, stop. Let me focus on you for one second.â Virgil pleaded, tightening his grip on the princeâs shoulders. Roman paused, still restless but clearly reluctant to leave the comfort of Virgilâs arms. âPrincey, I trust you more than I trust myself. You could damn well tell me the sky was purple right now and I would roll with whatever you told me. There's not a shadow of doubt in my mind that you would never lead me astray, so trust me. Come hell or high water, I'm with you until my last breath, Roman.â
  Virgil smiled as Roman let out a sharp breath and his muscles seemed to relax slightly. He gently rubbed Romanâs shoulder, hoping to ground him.
  âSeriously, I know I need to say this shit more often, but I worship you, princey.â Virgil smiled earnestly as Roman paused in confusion. âYou're my hero, and if I manage to become half as kind and generous as you in my life, Iâll consider it well lived.â
  âWhat?â Roman sat up slowly and looked up at Virgil with confusion in his eyes.
  âGods, I really messed up. How do you not know this, princey?â A timid smile twitched on Virgilâs lips as he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "I know I've never really admitted it, but I know I would have ended up dead if that guard had been smart enough to take me straight to prison instead of to you.â
  âThat was nothing." Roman waved him off, guiltily trying to pull himself away from the comfort he didn't deserve.
  âWhat are you talking about?â Virgilâs eyes widened as he pulled Roman back, latching onto him tightly. âIt was everything! You changed my life forever.â
  Roman bit his lip, looking almost guilty as Virgil praised him. âIt was simply the right thing to do. Nothing moreâ
  âThe right thing to do would have to let me go, princey. You could have just sent a stupid kid home with a slap on the wrist. You didn't have to do what you did.â Virgil muttered, stupefied at Romanâs denial of praise for the gifts he'd given him. He pulled the prince closer, his voice full of affection as he whispered soft reassurances to the prince. âSeriously, what teenager looks at another kid and just takes responsibility for them without a second though?â
  âI did what needed to be done.â Roman whispered, his voice trembling. âYou deserved a home and I don't need credit for giving you a chance at a decent life.â
  âDo you know how many full-grown adults looked at me and didnât come to the same conclusion?â Virgil whispered, running a hand through his hair. He smiled as Roman relaxed slightly, rocking him softly as he continued to whisper to the prince. "Much like all the adults who looked the other way when they found out what was happening to Patton.â
  âVirgilâ" Roman tensed as another wave of guilt rushed over him.
  âYou can't deny there were adults in his life who knew about his father abusing him for years.â Virgil cut him off. âEvery one of them turned a blind eye, but not you. You knew him for less than an hour before you risked everything for that poor kid. Your title, your career, your family. You could have lost everything. Roman, shit. it takes an extremely kind soul to be willing to make that sacrifice.â
  Roman was quiet as Virgil continued, seemingly unable to process what Virgil was saying.
  âHell, Roman. Your own brother attempted to murder you and the first thing you did was make sure the guy he framed was set free. You gave him a job and a life he could only have dreamed of. You saved him.â Virgil sighed, leaning back against the wall as he rested his elbows on his knees. âCome on, princey. When the world was ready to give up on us, you stepped up and gave us back the life that had been ripped from us. Do you really think we'd turn on you for a simple mistake?â
  Roman sighed. His shoulders slumped as he leaned back into the wall. âIt's not just a simple mistake, Virgil. My failure to act affected countless people. Lives and families that were torn apart because of my ignorance.â
  Virgil grunted his disbelief. âWell then, would you put that blame on me?â
  âWhat?â Roman blinked in confusion before tipping his head up to face Virgil.
  âI have fae contactsââ Virgil paused as his eyes flashed with guilt. ââfriends in the underground of the city. They're forced to live in the underground because theyâre visibly fae. That wasn't fair for them, but I didn't think twice about the fact. I just accepted it, because that's the way it's always beem. So, I ask you again. Would you put that blame on me?â
  âThat's not your fault.â Roman stared at him with concern in his eyes. âYou couldnât change anything for them.â
  âBullshit. I work for you, princey. If I'd brought this up, you would have at least heard me out and I would have risked nothing to do so. It never even crossed my mind to advocate for my friend, princey. That's wrong. I know it is, but I'm only now realizing it.â Virgil turned to him, tugging on the ends of his hair restlessly. âI mean, even Patton has known about the fae for years, so letâs be honest with ourselves. We're all a little guilty of not doing more.â
  âPerhaps.â Roman whispered breathlessly, biting his lip.
  âYou don't have to bear this burden alone, Roman. We all played a part in how the fae have been treated, so it's only right that we fix it together.â Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, looking at him earnestly. âWhatever it takes, we're in it together.â
  âThank you, Virgil.â
  Roman's gentle whisper brought a smile to Virgil's face and he gently squeezed the prince's shoulder. "Anytime, princey."
  âYou know I'd fall apart without you, don't you?â Roman whispered with a quiet chuckle.
  âCome on, princey.â Virgil smirked, casually tipping his head away to hide the slight redness in his cheeks. âYou had a panic attack. Donât be so dramatic.â
  âThat's like telling me not to breathe. It's all I know.â Roman leaned upright, quickly wrapping an arm around Virgil and mussing his hair down into his eyes. He chuckled as Virgil playfully shoved him away. âBut seriously, I can't overstate how much you do for me, Virgil. I'd be completely lost without you. â
  âClearly, if youâre falling apart after only three days.â Virgil straightened his hair, expression softening as Romanâs face fell slightly . Virgil paused, sensing Roman's discomfort, so he leaned closer as his friendâs gaze dipped to the ground. âYou are good now though, right?â
  âIâm fine. I justâ" Roman sighed, not looking up. "Logan had to learn of his motherâs death through that snake, Virgil. I could have spared him that, so why didnât I just tell him?â
  âYou were trying to be kind, Roman.â Virgil whispered sadly. âNo one can fault you for your intentions.â
  âMy intentions are irrelevant.â Roman stated dryly, starting to stand up. âWhat I did ended up as far from kind as I could possibly imagine, but it doesnât matter, we need to goâ"
  âLogan adores you, Roman." Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him in place. âI know that hasnât changed. He'll come around in the end, princey.â
  Roman paused for a moment, staring forward absently. âI appreciate the thought, but what Logan thinks of me is the little consequence if we don't find him fast.â
  âWhat?â
  âListen, I appreciate your reassurances, but we need to leave my problems for another time. Whether or not Logan is a willing participant or not in that snake's game, we need to find them now.â Roman muttered under his breath as he cast a look back at Virgil. âIf I'm not mistaken, theyâre going to try to break the curse, Virgil, and we have to stop them.â
  Virgil blinked at Roman in confusion as his movements became frantic. He tried to put a hand on Romanâs shoulder. His fingertips narrowly grazed the princeâs back as he shot to his feet. âWaitâbut isnât that a good thing, princey?â
   "No," Roman shook his head as he turned to offer Virgil a hand up. âThereâs a reason this hasn't been done and it's not just that Logan is an integral part of the ritual.â
   âWhat?â Virgil muttered, confused as Roman pulled him to his feet. He tried to take a step back, startling slightly as Roman didnât let go of his hand.
  âThe ritual will kill him, Virgilââ
  âWhat?â Virgil bristled, immediately tensing at Romanâs words.
  ââand I guarantee that snake hasn't told him that part. So, whether or not Logan is with him by choiceââ
  âWe need to find him.â
  âImmediately.â Roman stared into space, suddenly focused as he tried to formulate a plan. âI should send out an alertââ
  âWait, princey. Won't that drive them further underground?â Virgil pressed. âThat fae's a shape-shifter. If we spook him, any trail theyâre leaving now could vanish without a trace.â
  âI donât think we have a choice.â Roman sighed, running his fingers through his hair. âAs of now, I couldnât begin to guess where theyâre going. I think our only shot would be to cast a wide net and hope they get swept up in our initial search.â
  "No way. This is Logan, princey. We have to do better than a shot in the dark.â Virgil stepped forward, leaning closer to the prince. âNarrow it down. Tell me what you know about this ritual.â
  "See, what I know of the spell is exactly the problem." Roman tipped his eyes up to Virgil as he continued. âThe spell is of Unseelie creation so its power waxes and wanes with the moon, and unfortunately for us, that means the spell will be most easily broken on the night of the Dark Moon.â
  Virgil paused, staring at him helplessly. âThatâs only a few days away, princey.â
  âAnd the journey itself is nearly two days, Virge.â Roman muttered, swallowing down the lump in his throat as he considered their chances. âThe Elder FaeâLogan's motherânever revealed where she cast the spell. Despite our hold on Logan, the place is sacred to the fae and she refused to compromise its location even on a threat to Logan's life. All we knew was the time between when she left and when the spellâs effects were felt was roughly two days.â
  âThat's not a lot of room for error.â Virgil dropped his gaze, lost in thought.
  âThat's our dilemma, Virgil.â Roman hesitated as a touch of guilt entered his voice. âTime is of the essence. We need to make a choice quickly, because every minute we waste edges us that much closer to losing him.â
  âDon't you do that to yourself, Roman. Your time spent coming down from a panic attack wasnât wasted. I'll fight you on that everyââ Virgilâs voice trailed off suddenly as he stared into open space, entranced by his own thought. âWaitâWould another fae know where this place is?â
  Roman blinked, raising an eyebrow. âOnly a high-ranking fae, but even if we located one, the Elder Fae herself wasnât willing to divulge that information and we threatened her with her child's life. I highly doubt any of the others will simply bend to our demands because we asked nicely. There would be a serious price to pay.â
  âWell, weâre about to find out that price.â
  âWhat?â
  âNothing, I need you to get weapons and meet me at the castle entrance in ten minutes. I'm going to grab Pattonââ
  Roman stared at him incredulously.  âWaitâwhy?â
  âNo questions.â Virgil muttered, slipping around him as he darted to the door, calling over his shoulder. âJust do what I ask, princey.â
  âBut where are we going?â Roman called after him.
  âInto the city.â Virgil called as he disappeared through the doorway, leaving Roman standing in shock as the door closed behind him.
---
  âKeep your head down, princey.â
   Virgil's hiss filled Roman's ears as his head was shoved down to face the ground. Roman nodded, reluctantly dipping his head as he followed the sight of Virgilâs ankles through the crowd of people. Any other day, Roman might have protested the rough treatment but he could feel the anxiety radiating off of his friend as he led them through the busy city streets. He couldn't exactly blame Virgil. Roman was at least as on edge as his shadowy friend as the crowd shifted around him.
  He let out a soft breath as the gentle touch of a hand on his back pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. Patton pressed against his side and Roman sucked in an appreciative breath, grateful for his friendâs grounding presence as his shoulder collided with yet another person making their way down the crowded street.
  âI'm sorry.â Virgilâs hand reached out behind him in a comforting gesture as he ducked around yet another corner. âWe justâWe canât afford any delays right now. Alright?"
  âDon't worry about me, Virgil. I can handle it.â Roman whispered back, biting his lip as Virgil faced forward once more. He knew all too well that he and his friends couldn't afford for him to be recognized on the streets. The attention he would draw would make it nearly impossible to get wherever Virgil was taking them. Virgil was right. He needed to keep his head down and his mouth shut. It was as simple as that, and yet, despite his agreeableness, he was acutely aware of the hypocrisy of his own statements. His skin tingled, threatening him with over-stimulation as the loud sounds and unfamiliar smells of the city streets.
  âWe're almost there. I promise.â
  A small smile twitched at the corner of his lips at his friendsâ intuitive sense of his discomfort. At the very least, he knew he has their support as they turned street after street through the city. So, he took a breath leaned into Patton, allowing him to guide him through the crowd. As much as he hated to admit it, his previous trips to the city had been accompanied by a large company of guards and the citizens had kept a distance from his person. The space had given him room to breath, but now, people nearly walked through him, carelessly knocking him aside as they navigated the unruly crowd. The experience was overwhelming to say the least, especially considering he was still feeling raw from his earlier panic attack.
  Roman cringed, trying to steel his nerves as yet another person struck his shoulder. Peopleâs loud voices blasted directly his ears as the residents strained to communicate with their own traveling companions and despite his best efforts, Roman felt his body rebelling against being here. Guilt fluttered in Romanâs chest as Pattonâs arm tightened around him, clearly sensing his unwarranted tension. He knew he needed to do better.
  For Logan.
  His shame at his own weakness suddenly amplified at the memory of why they were here in the first place. This was his mistake to fix. Regardless of his friendâs willingness to help, it was his actions that had brought them here in the first place. He sucked in a breath. He knew this was his responsibility. He would fix it, and yet he found himself leaning deeper into Pattonâs grip, his senses still raw and strained from his earlier panic attack.
  âYouâre doing so good, Ro.â
  Pattonâs gentle whisper enveloped him, gently grounding him as they turned a corner into a dark alleyway and the noise stopped. The statement might have felt disingenuous if he'd had time to process it, but his attention was quickly drawn to Virgil as he stopped abruptly in front of them. He blinked, lifting his head slightly as Virgil turned to face them.
  âAre you doing okay, princey?â Virgil tipped his head down to catch his eye under the good.
  âI'll survive.â Roman muttered weakly.
  âListen," Virgil stepped forward, whispering in his ear. "I need to know youâre okay before we go in here.â
  âI'm fine.â
  âYou just had a panic attack.â
  âMy nerves are shot, but my brain's not, Virge.â Roman growled irritably. âI can dealââ
  âI don't have time to edge around your pride.â Virgil cut him off stiffly, softening as Roman flinched at his sharp tone. Gently, he grabbed Romanâs collar as he eyed the prince under his hood. âNobodyâs judging you for what youâre feeling, Roman, least of all me. I know youâre not any weaker for the intensity of your emotions, but I need to know where you stand. Be honest with me, can you handle this?â
  Romanâs gaze dropped briefly to the ground as he took a breath. âJust tell me what I need to do, Virgil.â
  âPrincey, if youâre not up to this, I need to know.â Virgil chided softly, continuing to press him as his grip tightened on his collar.
  âVirgeâ" Patton protested weakly.
  âIt's okay, Pat. Virgilâs right to question my current state,â Roman muttered, waving him off as he looked up at Virgil earnestly. âbut of it helps find Logan, Iâll find way to settle my nerves. I can handle it."
  âGood enough,â Virgilâs grip slackened as he stared sympathetically at Roman. âbecause if I'm going to need you to keep this guy's interest long enough for me to convince him to hear us out.â
  Romanâs eyes narrowed on him seriously, glancing down the alleyway behind his friend. âWhere are we, Virgil?"
  âI donât have time to explain everything.â Virgil held up a finger as Roman looked to protest, glancing over to Patton's confused expression as they both stared at him. âDown the alleyway is the lair of one of the most powerful fae in the country.â
  Roman blinked at him, glancing warily over his shoulder. âAnd you think this villain will be willing to disclose the location to which Logan is traveling?â
  âHe's not a villain.â Virgil protested stubbornly, pacing the space in front of them.
  âForgive me or being skeptical. You literally used the word âlairâ, Virgil." Roman whispered snarkily, casting a glance nervously over his shoulder. âSo, if he's not a villain, then who is this guy?â
  âHe runs the cityâs underground, princey.â Virgil finally paused, turning to Romanâs shocked expression with a sigh. âEvery shadow in this city answers to him, and he's high-ranking among the fae too. If anyone has the answers we're looking for, it's him.â
  Roman was silent, staring blankly at him.
  âI know it's not ideal, butââ
  âDo you trust him, Virgil?â
  Virgil looked up at him suddenly, catching the seriousness of the prince's gaze. âWith my life.â
  âThat's good enough for me.â Roman whispered, gesturing down the alleyway. âTake the lead.â
  Virgil nodded, turning to Patton. âYou still coming in, Pat?â
  âLoganâs family.â Patton mumbled, glancing nervously down the narrow alleyway. âI'm not going anywhere, kiddo.â
  âOkay, then.â Virgil turned back to Roman. âRoman, I'm going to need you to trust me enough to let me handle this.â
  Roman looked up at him confused. âOf course.â
  âNo, this is different than anything Iâve asked of you before.â Virgil stated firmly,, pointing to the sword sheathed at Roman's waist. âNo matter what you see or what he does, you leave your sword in its sheath. If he gets angry, you just let me handle it. Don't intervene. Promise?â
   âI promise.â Roman nodded without a momentâs hesitation.
   âGood.â Virgil smiled nervously, appreciative that the prince didn't fight his command. He turned  his head up, wrapping a hand around Patton. "Then, let's go."
---
  Roman couldnât help but tip his head as they entered the seedy underground bar, feeling the air shift as they crossed threshold to the magical establishment. Immediately, he felt different. His heart slowed as he stared out across the room and his vision seemed to blur as bright colors flooded his sight, changing rapidly as they moved around him. Squinting through the bright lights in the darkness, he could just make out the massive, metal mirrors hanging from the walls around them, further causing his head to spin with the movement. He turned his head, watching as the reflections of the glowing blue and green bottles hanging on the wall danced along the dark bar's reflective surface. The graceful movement was almost hypnotizing and Roman swayed. He struck something warm with his shoulder and suddenly bodies of unfamiliar creatures swarmed around him as his vision darkened.
  âGet lost!â
  Virgilâs voice echoed in his ears as an arm wrapped around his shoulder. Roman felt himself be guided forward. His head started to swim as he leaned into Virgil.
  âRelax, princey. I've got you.â
  He felt himself being dragged to the side, nearly retching as he was dropped into chair, his friendsâ voices echoing distantly around him.
  âStay with him, Pat. Iâll be back in a moment.â
  âSure thing, kiddo.â
  âDon't eat or drink anything.â
  âI know. I won't.â
  âAnd keep a close eye on him, Pat. I don't like how pale he's looking.â
  âI've got him, kiddo. Go do what you have to. We'll be okay.â
  Romanâs vision blurred and his stomach twisted as he stared into the ground. He leaned his shoulder into the chair behind him, nearly tipping his hood off the back of his head.
   âRo, keep your hood up. Youââ
---
   Roman jumped as a loud crack filled his ears, jolting him upright as he glanced around him frantically to find the source of the noise. His manic movements stopped as he looked up to see Virgil closing the door in front of him. He was able to calm himself slightly a the sight of his friend, but he remained alert noting for the first time that his surroundings had changed. The strange, dizzying bar had vanished and he clumsily glanced around to find himself alone in an empty room with his friends. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come as he stared, trying desperately to reconcile the sudden transition. He looked up, vision swimming as Virgil suddenly turned around, rushing forward as he seemed to notice Roman's awareness had returned.
  "Hey." Virgil's hands cupped his face, steadying him as he stayed. "You back with us?"
  âWhere am I, Virgil?â Roman muttered wearily, his head spinning from the abrupt transition.
  âWe haven't gone far. This is a back room in the same joint." Virgil leaned close to his face, examining his eyes with concern. âTurns out the bar was a little bit much for you to handle.â
  Roman quickly turned his head away, changing the subject as his stomach twisted with guilt at the apprehension in Virgil's eyes. âWhere's Patton?â
  âI'm right here, kiddo.â Patton's voice came from behind him and he felt his chest warm as Patton appeared at his side, wrapping his arm around his waist as he cuddles into his shoulder. âDon't worry. Iâm used to handling the ebb and flow with my own, so the magic didn't quite affect me the same as you."
  "And I'm more than used to it at this point." Virgil took a step back, still looking at him with a worried expression. "I'm sorry, princey. I should have known that was going to happen."
   "I'm fine, Virge. No need to worry." Roman smiled tiredly as he leaned into Patton's hug, taking in the room as Patton continued to squeeze him. The room itself was unimpressive. It appeared to be a small study, though worn from disuse. Roman would have guessed it'd been decades since is served its original purpose. Still, eerily many of the faded artifacts remained from that distant time, a soft memory of normalcy in the now liminal space. Magic seemed to emanate from walls themselves, almost dulling his senses as its calming influence seeped into his body. He glanced up to the boarded up windows and letting his gaze drift to where soft, luminous blue light cascaded down the bookshelves from small jars, drifting through the room like mist in the air. He continued to scan the room until a movement in his periphery caught his eye. He stopped abruptly, spinning his head as a shadow began to manifest behind Virgil.
  âVirgââ Roman shot to his feet, nearly lunging at his friend as a hand manifested around his throat. A soft gasp passed Virgil's lips and Roman watched helplessly as a tall, dark-haired man stepped out of the shadows, looming over Virgilâs shoulder with a crooked smile.
  âYouâve got my attention, babes.â The man whispered threateningly in Virgilâs ear. âYou better hope you can keep it. I was having a good time when you interrupted me.â
  Patton spun his head up with a squeak as he squeezed Roman tighter. Roman barely glanced down, hardly even daring to blink as he tried to keep his disjointed attention focused on the man threatening his friend.
  âReââ Virgilâs face scrunched as the hand tightened around his throat.
  âAh, ah.â The man chimed cheerily in Virgilâs ear, flashing a devilish glance at Roman as he leaned into Virgil's ear. âI ainât interested in the current company having even a small part of my true name. Try again.â
  âSleep,â Virgil whispered hoarsely, his eyes twisting to catch a glimpse of the man hovering over his shoulder. "I need your help."
   âYou always do, kid.â Roman watched uncomfortably as the man's fingernails dug into his friendsâ shoulder, causing Virgil to flinch. âDon't you think I do enough for you?â
  âOf course you do.â Virgil pleaded quietly as the man slipped behind him,
  âAnd yetââ
  Roman flinched,  jumping to his feet as metal glinted in the stranger's hand. Dazed, he stumbled, pushing Patton behind him as the stranger pointed a dagger in their direction. He reached behind him, feeling Patton's shaking as he pressed into Roman's back.
  ââyou bring my ultimate enemy into my home.â The man's threatening hiss grew deeper as he turned the dagger back to Virgilâs throat, his crooked smile widening as Roman's mouth dropped open helplessly. He turned his gaze down, grabbing a handful of Virgil's hair as he pressed the blade against his throat. âAinât got much to show for your loyalty. Do you now?â
  âI needed your attention, Sleep.â Virgil whispered, making only the barest movements as the blade pressed to his throat.
  âI really don't take kindly to being manipulated, kid.â Sleep growled in his throat, curling his head threateningly over Virgil's shoulder.
  Roman instinctively raised a hand to the sheath on his waist, staring intently at the blade on Virgilâs throat. Remembering his promise a moment too late, he tensed as the stranger's gaze locked on his hand as it grazed the metal of the handle of his own blade. He pulled his gaze from the stranger as he looked to Virgil. A small shake of Virgil's head was all the indication he needed to slowly pull his hand away from the weapon at his hip, making a display of the motion as the man continued to stare at him. Realization spread across the man's face as his leer bounced between Roman and Virgil and a grin spread wide across his face, sending a shiver down Roman's spine.
  âYou've got him well-trained, Virgil,â The stranger scoffed, leaning closer to Virgil's ear with a satisfied smirk. âbut I wonder what he'll think when I press a little further. Don't you?â
  Virgil closed his eyes as the blade moved up his throat. Roman watched tensely, barely blinking as he pushed Patton behind him.
  âWell, kid. Start spilling your guts so I can decide if your even worth my time,â Sleep hissed, snarling in Virgil's ear. âTrust me, I havenât had nearly enough of my good brew to be nearly as patient as you need me to be.â
  âHe's doing it for me.â
  âPrincey, don't.â Virgil whispered, opening his eyes with a pleading in his eye. âJust leave itââ
  Roman blinked for a moment, staring deep into Virgilâs dark brown eyes as he cast wary glances at the stranger. "Please, I'm the one who needs something. If you're going to hurt anyoneâ"
  âWrong answer.â The man's gaze grew distant as he twisted his wrist, dragging his dagger across Virgil's throat
  Time seemed to slow as he locked onto Virgilâs gaze, praying to whatever god may be listening that this was the right choice. Patton screeched in his ear, but Roman reached an arm around him, holding him back even as every inch of his body screamed at him to lunge forward to save his friend. He forced his muscles to remain stiffly in place as he kept his gaze trained on Virgil. Dread dropped in his stomach as the dagger passed decisively over Virgil's throat and he clenched his eyes shut, unable to face his choice.
  âYouâre a miserable bastard."
  âCan't blame a bitch for playing it safe, babes.â
  "Bullshit. You didn't need to push it that far."
  Roman nearly collapsed with relief as Virgil's voice sounded in front of him and his gaze shot up. He stared in shock as Virgil angrily pushed the stranger away from him, apparently uninjured.
  âYouâre okay.â Roman breathed, feeling his knees go weak underneath him as Virgil turned toward them.
  âDamn, Roman. Of course, I'm fine.â Virgil looked up, rushing toward him and Patton. âI'm sorry.â
  âWhat was that?â Roman rasped as Virgil struck his chest and his arms curled around him and Patton apologetically.
  âDon't blame Virgil for the theatrics. He played along for my benefit.â The strange fae took a step back submissively, smiling as Romanâs arm curled around Virgil protectively. âI can't be too careful in my position. Gotta make sure I know whose are a little too eager to pull the trigger on me.â
  "So, if I hadââ
  "If you'd even lunged at me, I would have been in the next city before you even blink." Sleep stated dryly, flashing a glance at Virgil. "I had to know you wouldn't go rogue on Virgil, if you thought he was in danger, but kid's got some heavy influence on you if you sat through that without making a move."
  "I'm sorry, Roman. Iââ
  âBut the daggerââ Roman's voice trembling softly as Virgil whispered apologetically into his ear, clinging him as if his life depended on it."
  âNot even real, babes.â The man cooed as he tipped his hand, allowing the dagger to drop from his hand. Roman stared in shock as the blade disappeared into a dark mist as it hit the ground. âVirgil was never in any danger. I'm too fond of him to just dump him like that.â
  âVirgilââ Pattonâs soft tremble drew all of their attention as he nearly dropped to his knees in shock of what heâd just witnessed.
  Virgil cast an apologetic glance at Roman as he shifted his focus to Patton. He wrapped his arms tightly around Patton as he started to shake. âPat, I'm so sorry. None of it was real.â
  Tears flowed down Patton's face as he clung to Virgil. âI thought you wereââ
  âI'm not, Pat.â Virgil whispered reassuringly, hands wrapped around Patton's neck as he dropped to the ground with him. âI'm right here.â
   âPerhaps,â The strange fae's voice pulled Romanâs attention from where he was staring vacantly at his friends. Roman tensed as the man moved silently across the room, stopping in front of a dark, worn sofa sitting in the corner. âI can ease your friendâs mind a bit.â
  Roman tensed as the man extended a hand out to Patton, growling defensively. "He doesn't need you to dull his senses."
  "Who said anything about bringing anything down?" Remy smirked at him. "I only do uppers, babe. I'm much more into the stimulation side of things."
  Roman sneered at the stranger's smile in distrust.
  The man seemed to ease. His teasing smile disappeared and he looked at Roman with what seemed to be genuine concern. "Kid's well off to know someone's out there looking out for him the way you are, but all I'm offering is a bit of understanding. No more tricks or games on my words as one of the Fair Folk."
  Patton lifted his head, still clinging to Virgil like he might disappear at any moment. He whimpered as Virgil pulled away, looking over his shoulder at the man.
   âItâs okay, Pat.â Virgil whispered, peeling away from Patton iron-tight grip. âI'm not going anywhere. Just go see him. Okay?â
  Romanâs eyes danced suspiciously over the strangerâs calming smile as he patiently waited for Virgil to convince Patton to let him go. He watched in shock as Virgil gently guided Patton out of his arms towards the stranger. Patton glanced back at his friends, still shaking timidly as he crossed the room. Roman tensed as he reluctantly neared the man, slowing his pace as he reluctantly looked at the strangerâs hand.
  âIt's okay, babes. I won't bite.â Roman winced as the man smirked, not breaking eye contact with Patton. âNot unless you ask, babes.â
   Roman watched cautiously as Patton reached his hand out, jolting in shock as the strangerâs eyes glowed a bright pink as their hands connected. He nearly lunged forward as Patton squeaked loudly, but Virgilâs arm shot out in front of him, barring him from rushing to his friend. Roman glanced down furiously at Virgil, ready to protest as Patton's cheerful yell pulled him out of his thoughts.
  âRemy!â
  Roman's head shot up and he frantically watched his friend shoot forward. He stared entranced as Patton threw his arms around the man, glancing over at Virgil desperately, but Virgil didn't even seem concerned. In fact, a gentle smile stretched across Virgilâs face, giving Roman pause as he looked back at Patton.
  âSo much for the secret identity, I guess.â Remy chuckled quietly as he wrapped his arms around Patton, but he didn't miss the way his eyes darted up to Roman suspiciously.
   âSorry. I got excited.â Patton mumbled, embarrassed. He started to pull back but Remy only held him tighter.
  âNever apologize for that, kid. At least you can be sure now that I wasn't going to hurt him.â His gaze drifted away from Roman and back to Patton with a teasing smirk. âI'm a little offended you forgot me though. Bitch, I work hard to make sure this face isn't forgettable.â
   Remy dropped onto the worn sofa, pulling Patton down with him. Roman stared bewildered as Patton curled into his chest, nearly sitting on the manâs lap as he flushed red.
   âSorryâI justââ Patton stumbled over his words. âThat night wasâa lot. I don't remember much, honestly.â
  âDonât stress yourself out, kid. You get a pass this time since I was able to jolt your memory.â Remy chuckled and his eye glowed a soft pink as Patton became increasingly flustered. âI know that night must feel like a lifetime ago for you. Youâre a whole new person it seems. Name's Patton now, huh?â
  Patton chewed his lip nervously as he looked up at Remy. He shifted, glancing down at the ground and he nodded.
  Remy hooked a finger underneath Pattonâs chin, tipping his head up again. âIt suits you, babe. You look real good.â
  A bright redness flooded over Patton's face and Roman stared in confusion as he didnât hesitate to bury his face into the strange man's chest. Virgil dropped his hand from blocking Roman and Roman's eyes darted between his friendâs relaxed expressions, unable to even process the scene playing out before him.
  âI donât know what you think you have to worry about.â Remy cooed into Pattonâs ear. âIf Virgilâs not telling you that every day, heâs doing you dirty. As gorgeous as you are, you deserve that and more.â
  âRemââ Virgil growled and Roman could see redness dust his cheeks.
  âI'm only speaking the truth, girl. You better step up your game if you want to keep him.â Remy smirked at Virgilâs glare as Patton leaned tiredly into his shoulder. He flashed wide, innocent eyes up at Virgil he ran a hand gently through Patton's hair.  âOh, come on. Did I say something you didn't like, Virge?â
  âDonât play innocent, Rem.â Virgil growled, crossing his arms as he leaned into the wall behind him. âIt's not a good look on you.â
   âThatâs fine.â Remy winked up at him. âThe beautiful man hanging off my shoulder makes up for any of my own flaws, babes.â
  A wave of exhaustion rushed over Roman as he sensed that the danger had passed. His shoulders slumped as his adrenaline levels started to crash, swaying on his feet. âCan someone please explain to me what's going on?â
  âRemy helped me get Patton out of the castle when we first rescued him, Roman.â Virgil put a hand on his shoulder, steadying him. "He's the only reason we got Patton out."
  âWhy would you do that?â Roman asked, unable to catch his tongue before he recognized his unfortunate choice of phrasing. He glanced up to see Remy biting him at Roman seriously. âI apologize. I didnât mean to offendââ
  âHe's kind of a nervous thing for a prince. Isnât he?â Remy smirked at Virgil before looking up at Roman. âAin't that deep sweetheart. I got a soft spot for kids. Can't stand seeing them in a tough spot like that.â
  "Roman," Virgil nodded to Remy with a smile. âHe works with Emile to keep kids off the street, princey.â
  âWith Emile?â Romanâs head started to swim, overwhelmed by the thought of the kind man in the woods consorting with this powerful fae who apparently held dominion over the entire underbelly of the dark city. " It doesn't make senâ"
  Virgil nodded patiently, allowing Roman to lean into him. " I know it's a lot, princey."
  âYou told your prince about Emile?â Remy asked seriously. âDidnât know you a death wish, Virge. Man might be a saint, but even he has his boundaries.â
  âEmileâs aware he knows, Rem.â Virgil smiled, flipping his hair out of his face. "Not that you're actually concerned."
  "Not at all, girl. But if that man ever loses his shit, you better bet I'm going to have a front row seat." Remy grinned, leaning comfortably into Patton. âYour head is still attached to your shoulders though, so I guess I didn't miss much.â
   âI barely made it out with my life, but no surprise, princey had Emile wrapped around his finger by the end of night.â Virgil chuckled. âNot that Emile will ever admit it.â
  âI'm shocked, like for reals girl.â Remy eyed him with a curious glimmer in his eyes. âI mean I know the guyâs about a dangerous an angry kitten but man hates the royal family as much as the Fair Folk do. How'd you convince him to even let you get that close?â
  Roman winced, guiltily dropping his gaze at the comment.
  âWell, don't get a shy on me now. I'm actually looking for real answers here."
  Tipping his head up, Roman was surprised to see Remyâs wide grin as he stared over at him. The manâs dark hair hung low over his eyes as he stroked Pattonâs hair and his aura was still filled with mystery, but Roman was shocked to see his expression was surprisingly soft as he watched Roman.
  âListen, I'm not big into shaming people, especially for something that happened long before they were born.â Remy smiled at him. âIf Virgil and Emile aren't evidence enough, I don't mind humans so long they don't mind me.â
  âEarlier, when you threatened Virgil, you called me your enemy.â Roman slowly lifted his head.  "The Fair Folk may be many things, but liars they are not. I don't expect any less that hostility, given the legacy I carry, but I'd prefer we be honest with each other."
  âYou brought a dangerous weapon into my home Metal notwithstanding, I donât appreciate the thought of being slashed to ribbons, babe.â Remy pointed seriously to the sheath around his waist. âIn that moment, I truly didn't know yet if you were friend or foe."
  Roman flushed at the realization of Remyâs perspective. âI'm sorry. I didnât thinkââ
  âWe're cool. Don't you fret that pretty little head of yours." Remy smirked at him. âYou more than proved youâre capable of self-restraint, and if Virgilâs willing to vouch for you, I know youâre decent.â
  Roman stared at him incredulously. âJust like that?â
  âKid's got impossible standards,â Remyâs smile widened as he shot a glance at Virgil. The man's eyes glimmered a bright pink as he turned a sharp-toothed grin up to Roman. Power radiated off the man as he leered up at Roman playfully, sending a shudder down his spine. âI mean, don't let my pretty smile distract you. You walked into the home of the biggest crime bosses in the city, my dear prince. Not to mention, Iâm a powerful fae who you clearly believed would have no love for you and your family. And yet, you stepped into my lair without a second though. All on Virgil's word, I assume?â
  Roman gave a quick nod, glancing at Virgil leaning against the wall, flushed proudly as he stared at Roman. âThatâs true.â
  âExactly. Kid's words is good.â Remy smirked, flashing a playful glance up at Virgil. âFor anything but relationship advice anyway. That bit he's pretty shit at.â
  âHeyââ Virgil stepped forward in protest. "Don't you dare make this aboutâ"
  âBitch, please.â Remy quipped, leaning into Patton as if to make a point. âTrust me. The day you own up to your own bullshit excuses, I'll roll over dead."
  âWhatever.â Virgil growled, glancing cautiously down at Pattonâs wide-eyed look as he looked between them in confusion.
  Remy smiled and leaned back, content to get under Virgilâs skin. âNow, are you going to tell me why you ruined the perfectly good night of debauchery I had ahead of me or did you just interrupt my fun?â
  âI need a favor, Rem.â Virgil muttered, eyes darkening as he remembered why they were there.
  âYes. Thank you, Virgil.â Remy replied wryly, looking between Virgil and Roman. âI've gathered that much. What exactly do you need?â
  âOur friend is missing and we need to find him as soon as possible.â Virgil started cautiously, his voice breaking unevenly. "Rem, he's in trouble."
  Remy sat up, suddenly interested. "Tell me more."
  âHe disappeared with a less-than-pleasant fae we'd had in custodyââ Roman winced as Remy's eyes narrowed in on him, holding his hands up apologetically. ââwho kidnapped me and who hurt Patton and Virgil. We had every reason to get him under control.â
  Remy raised an eyebrow at Virgil, baring his teeth as Virgil nodded a confirmation. âWhat was their name?â
  âDo you think you know him?â Virgil looked at him in shock.
  âNot sure.â Remy sat up, his expression darkening as Patton pulled back with a sadness in his eyes. âHe doesnât belong to the Unseelie court or I'd know about the transgression, but he's got to rank high among the Seelies if they havenât torn out his throat for pulling that kind of stunt.â
  âHe called himself Dee.â Roman offered. âAt least, thatâs what Lââ
  âDeceit.â Remy spat irritably. âWhat is that bastard up to now?â
  Virgil stared at him curiously. âYou do know him then?â
  âSnake-faced shifter that has a big old stick right up his aâ" Remy paused, his eyes flashing briefly with guilt as he seemed to think better of his words. The anger seemed to deflate out of him as he stared at the ground, lost in thought. They were quiet and when Remy finally lifted his head, his voice was docile and full of emotion. âListen, Deceit's not actually that bad of a guy. We've all lost a lot in the last century and some of us learned to cope. Others simply didn't.â
  âHe has our friend, Rem.â Virgil rubbed his arm, growing tense once more. âWe think theyâre going to try to break the curse and we need to know where he's headed.â
  âThe curse? The big one binding us all?" Remy blinked, mouth agape as he stared back at them, almost losing interest as he leaned back into the sofa. âI hate to disappoint, but that canât happen. You might as well wait for Deceit to crawl back with his tail between his legs. I can't tell you where he's going, but he's not dangerous and the curse is going to stay intact. He's missing a key part of the ritual.â
  âThe Elder Fae's child.â Roman muttered, dropping his gaze. Guilt fluttered in his chest as he looked up at him.
  âYou mean Tara's child.â Remy growled, standing up and taking a step towards Roman. "Show some respect. She had a name."
  "Tara," Roman repeated the name, swallowing the lump in his throat that formed as images of Logan flashed through his mind. He dropped his gaze, barely able to contain his own emotions. "Unfortunately, that other faeâDecietâhas everything he needs to break the curse."
  Roman barely flinched as a guttural growl escaped Remy and the man grabbed his collar, pushing him back roughly into the wall. âYou best not be telling me what I think you are, human.â
  âRemyââ Virgilâs voice sounded behind them and Roman could see his friend start to rush to them. "Stop! Let him go."
  Roman held up a hand for Virgil to stop, allowing himself handled with little resistance as he started to plead with the powerful fae. âLIsten to me. I want the curse to end, too. It's notââ
  âI donât give a damn about the curse,â Remy hissed, eyes radiating bright pink light as his voice vibrated dangerously in air around them. âAre you telling me that Deceit took Logan?â
  Roman hesitated for a moment, staring in shock as he watched intense emotions flittering chaotically in Remy's eyes. He stared at the fae in disbelief as his cool facade shattered before his eyes and realization washed over Roman âYou know Logan?â
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Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, Self-Doubt, Panic Attack, Memory Gaps, Choking, Knives, Fake Attempt at Killing a Major Character (No Actual Death), Over-Stimulation, Swearing (Let me know if I missed anything!)
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ânot too long ago...â
Clementine Orleans finds herself at Hogwarts, in 1977. How exactly? She doesn't know.
part 1
"You're coming with me, stupid half-blood." A man in black spat at the girl.
Clementine Orleans flinched and with a shaky hand, she wiped the spit off her face. She bravely looked at him and shook her head. The death eater looked at her in disgust.
"Why you shakin' your head? You think you have the right to defy me? Think you're better than me, eh?" He then grabbed her with his tattooed arm and dropped her to the floor roughly.
"You should die- she should die, shouldn't she, Dolohov? I think we've had enough of her," The death eater grinned, showing off his yellow teeth.
Clementine shook her head repeatedly, stuffing her hands in her pockets out of instinct to find her wand. A stupid mistake as they had taken it from her long ago. However, there was something there. She felt a cold chain. She thought fast and wrapped it around her neck. She spun it mindlessly, just as she heard the words,
"What are you doing? Is that a time turner?Avada Kadavr-"
And into the darkness she went.
-
Clementine landed on the grass with a bump, and hit her head on a rock, knocking her unconscious.
"Is that a body?" Someone asked their friends.
Moments later, the group of friends stood in front of Clementine.
"Merlin!" Sirius Black exclaimed, his eyes wide.
"That's a lot of blood, mate. Should we take her to the hospital wing? St Mungos maybe?" James Potter bounced his foot.
"How the fuck would we take her to St Mungos??" Sirius questioned.
"Calm down, guys. Let's just take her to the hospital wing and hopefully she'll survive." Remus Lupin attempted to calm them.
"Hopefully??" Sirius repeated, "Bloody hell."
Using the levitation spell, Remus carefully led her to the infirmary, Sirius and James tagging along behind.
"Madame Pomfrey, she- this girl-" Sirius hollered out, only to be shushed by the matron.
"Hush now, boy! She will be fine, place her on the bed, Remus, dear. Thank you." Madame Pomfrey replied, moving to look at Clementine.
"What happened?" She asked in shock, looking back to the boys.
Remus shrugged, "We don't know. We found her like this. I think she hit her head on a rock near the lake." he responded.
Madame Pomfrey muttered incoherently to herself as she moved around the room, grabbing potions and ointments off of shelves. Before she began to work on Clementine, she looked back to the boys.
"You may leave now, boys." She said curtly.
"Can't we stay?" Sirius pleaded.
Clementine had intrigued him. He looked at her dark brown, nearly black hair, with the tips dyed red. He thought it was a questionable hair choice. Definitely made her stand out.
James had been studying her too, and he tried to think of how she appeared at Hogwarts, the way she did.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're missing your classes right now. Leave now and I won't inform the headmaster."
Remus scratched the back of his neck before firmly putting a hand on Sirius' shoulder. He could barely keep his eyes off the girl, too.
It seemed all three of the boys had been stuck and captured by this mysterious girl.
Peter Pettigrew walked into the hospital wing, looking for his friends. He looked at his three best friends and wondered why they looked at the girl so weirdly. He cleared his throat, causing James to snap back to normal.
"Guys, Lily will be leaving her charms class soon! Come on!" James exclaimed.
His words seemed to bring Sirius and Remus back to earth, as they instantly looked at him and began to walk away with him.
They walked into the castle in silence, and only began talking once they got closer to Lily.
"Lily-Pad! Wait up!" James yelled, running towards the red head.
"He's obsessed with her." Sirius stated.
"You're only picking that up now?" Remus questioned.
Sirius rolled his eyes, "oh yes, after six years of him yearning after Lily, I'm only just noticing it now. I'm just stating a fucking fact, moony."
Remus scoffed and shoved Sirius lightly.
"Hey guys." Peter said, walking up from behind them.
Remus looked over at him curiously. Wasn't he just with them?
"Hey Peter." Sirius greeted, as if not realizing.
"What're you all up to?" He asked. The three looked to James, who was grinning at Lily. Lily, however, was frowning at him.
"She'll come around." Sirius said, though not entirely believing it himself.
"Yeah." Remus agreed sarcastically, sending Peter another suspicious glance.
-
The next day, Sirius, Remus, and James all rushed to the hospital wing to see the girl they had rescued. Peter was busy, for some reason unknown to the other three boys.
"Is she up, Poppy?" Sirius asked as soon as they had walked in.
"Yes, Mr Black. But, she needs to rest so please do not be so..." Madame Pomfrey trailed off.
"Enthusiastic?" James guessed.
"Annoying?" Remus asked.
"Charming?" Sirius grinned.
"Loud." She said, "Speak gently with her."
They nodded and headed to where Clementine's bed was.
Clementine looked to them and gave them a curious look. They looked familiar. As she examined them, she tried to remember where she's seen them before. Her memory was hazy.
Madame Pomfrey had told her that because she had hit her head, she had a lot of memory loss. Now that she thought of it, Clementine couldn't remember anything before waking up in the hospital wing.
"Well you're a sight." Sirius said breathily.
Clementine gave him a flat look, narrowing her hazel eyes slightly. Remus whacked his arm while James smirked.
Sirius winced, "alright, alright! Sorry. What I meant to say was; you're pretty, I consider myself handsome. Want to go out for some butterbeer after you're let out?"
James and Remus gave Sirius a look, as if to say "really, mate? Already?"
Clementine looked amused at first, but she shook her head slowly.
She smirked before saying, "No, thank you."
Sirius pursed his lips and nodded, "okay, okay."
Remus, noticing the awkward change in atmosphere, jumped to introduce himself.
"I'm Remus." He said with a small smile, "that's Sirius. He's a bit of a ladies man, I apologize for him."
Clementine turned her gaze to Remus, "I'm Clementine." She responded, smiling.
"And I'm James!" James exclaimed, "I'm here too.. yeah."
Clementine looked to him, "Hey," she said, chuckling at his awkwardness.
James grinned, scratching the back of his neck.
"So, why exactly are you here? How did you get to Hogwarts in such a state?" Remus asked.
Hogwarts. That had sparked Clementine's memory. She used to go to school at Hogwarts. She gasped slightly as she got flashback.
A crowd full of children stood with her. They were all eagerly awaiting for their name to be called.
"Clementine Orleans!"
Clementine felt her heart beat loudly in her chest as she walked up. She could sense all the eyes on her.
"Well well.. who do we have here? Smart enough to be in Ravenclaw but you definitely do not belong there... you're witty.. charming, too... however.. Slytherin does not seem to suit you. Hufflepuff is out of the question completely. This leaves you to....
GRYFFINDOR!"
Loud cheers were heard from the Gryffindor table. Clementine grinned and hopped off the seat to join a boy with circle shaped glasses and a girl with big, frizzy hair. The three were later joined by a boy with ginger hair, who seemed to have many brothers there at the table with him. The four became acquainted immediately.
"Clementine, was it?" The girl with the big hair asked.
Clementine nodded.
"I'm Her-"
"Helloooooo?" Sirius waved his hand in front of her face, snapping her out of the memory.
"Oh, sorry. What was the question?" Clementine asked.
"How did you end up here?" Remus asked, looking at her slightly concerned.
"I'm not sure. I'm suffering from memory loss. Madame Pomfrey said need to speak to the headmaster as soon as I could." Clementine said urgently, as if realizing something for the first time, "She said his name was Dumbledore? Right?"
"Uh.. yes, but-"
"Brilliant! Could you please get him?" She continued.
"Yeah, we can get him." Remus accepted, pulling his mates along with him.
"She seems odd but..." He said as they walked at a fast pace towards Dumbledore's office
"She's nice." James and Sirius said in unison.
The two exchanged a look and quickly looked back in front of them, continuing their walk.
-
"Clementine Orleans," Dumbledore started, "you, my dear- were sent from the future."
"The future?" Sirius mouthed to James, who shrugged.
"Guys, I really don't think we should be eavesdropping-" Remus tried to say only to be shushed quietly by the other two.
"What? Sent from the future? I highly doubt that, sir."
"Nonsense, Miss Orleans. We found a time turner in your pockets. Clementine Orleans didn't exist here until yesterday."
"You found a what?" Clementine questioned.
She still knew her magic. But she didn't have her wand. She knew she was a witch. She knew a lot of things, what she was taught at Hogwarts and what she studied alone. She knew her way around Hogwarts, too. She just didn't know why she was there, how she got there, and who exactly she was.
She knew that she was Clementine Orleans. She went to Hogwarts. She knew she was a Gryffindor. She knew her age.
But... did she have friends? Did she have a family? The children she saw in her memory, were they her friends? She didn't know and her head was beginning to hurt just trying to think about it.
"A time turner, Miss Orleans. We're doing everything we can at the moment to try and get your memory back. However, it could take time. You must tell me anything and everything you remember." Dumbledore said firmly.
Clementine paused before saying, "I know I went to Hogwarts. I'm a.. half-blood. I am a Gryffindor. I'm 16. I know my magic- what I was taught at Hogwarts and by myself. I know some wandless magic, and I know I'm a half blood. I also don't have my wand with me. I don't know anything else."
Dumbledore nodded, smiling kindly.
"Very well. Thank you, miss Orleans. You can purchase a wand at Hogsmeade during the next trip. The other professors and I can lend you some money. While we try to mend your time turner and attempt to help you gain your memory back, you'll be a student here. A sixth year, as you were in your time. I'll have Professor Mcgonagall bring your robes in the evening." Dumbledore continued, "the veritaserum should wear off soon. For now, you must rest, Miss Orleans."
And with that, he left the hospital wing.
A/N: this has been previously posted on Wattpad!
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TS: Farak (Difference) [1/3]
An air of melancholy seeped into the air of the Raizada mansion. In a few minutes their pillar of joy, Anjali, had crumbled into a sobbing mess. Her marriage, belief, love and trust had been tested.
And joyâs namesake, Khushi, wandered in the halls in the lonely night - hoping to find solace.
The revelation had gone terribly wrong. Anjaliâs fragile mind and body had been unable to cope with the truths she had been gaslighted against. Khushi had learnt, in the worst way possible, that intentions had no place nor merit against consequences.
Khushi leaned against the door to Naniâs bedroom, her legs heavy and head throbbing from the recent events.Â
Forced Marriage. Mistrust. Kidnapping. Love. Rescue. Revelation. Aftermath.
Things should have been better. Â
Except Shyamâs sudden expulsion had only led to a poisonous, permanent scar that damaged and questioned all relationships.
A nervous shiver ran up her spine. Did the rest of the family believe Shyamâs version of events? Or worse, believe she could have avoided the pain caused to Anjali if she had only told the truth?
But would anyone have believed her then? Could Payal and Akashâs engagement have been salvaged from it?
A loud bang snapped Khushi out of her thoughts. A furious Akash left his room.
How does one ever know oneâs making the right decision?
Her heart hurt. With a gentle push she entered Naniâs room, hoping for her guidance and strength. Nani was the first and only one to call her blameless and reach out to her post the revelation. The only one to believe in her intentions.
And it had been so long since sheâd slept on someoneâs lap and cried her heart out. Â
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Devyani hummed the last of an old lullaby, patting an exhausted Anjali to sleep. Had she been a bit younger, anger and shock would have ruled her. But after the death of her daughter, Devyani could only feel horror and recollection of the past.
The past that made her too agreeable to the first man who could win her dear Anjaliâs heart, or heap unassuming, traditional prospective brides on her grandson.
The past she had accused her grandson of not moving on from.
Hypocrite.
On seeing the shadow of the angel faced bride of her Chotey, Devyani allowed a single, unkind thought to possess her.
She didnât deserve to be near Anjali.
And before Devyani could reign her mind, her hand stopped Khushi from entering the room, and her heart.
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Khushi headed towards the steps, her feet numb and head swimming with Naniâs quick apology and request.
Stay away from Anjali.
Please.
The more she sees you, the more sheâll remember.
The words stung like the slap her mother gave her on the wedding day. She deserved it, but it hurt nonetheless. Arnav sat on the steps, his own brow furrowed in deep thought. Naniâs words had pricked him, but he knew better. He knew, and believed, that Khushi was not at fault.
Her feet gave way and she sat by Arnav, quaking in fear and uncertainty.
And he banished her fears with a tired smile and an offer of his shoulder.
She didnât remember when she reached their bed, but the fleeting kiss on her forehead and the warmth of his hand in hers gave her the hope that she wasnât alone.
And she could lighten her burden of guilt.
As long as he was there.
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Time and normalcy would heal all wounds. While everyone catered to Anjali, Khushi catered to the family.
Nani received her daily medication for arthritis. Akash and Payalâs breakfast was sent to their room. The laundry delivery was looked after, so were all the other household chores.
The family could focus on Anjali, and help her heal - just as it should be. Payal shot her a concerned look on her way to Anjaliâs room as Khushi lost her footing for a moment, her head dizzy.
Khushi gave Payal a reassuring smile. If her mental fatigue left her like this, one could only wonder how Anjali survived the night.
If anything, Arnavâs sweet smile and a breakfast sent by her Jiji gave Khushi the strength to trudge through the day.
She sat on a kitchen stool, weary, when she remembered it was a Tuesday. Her and Naniâs time to go to the temple.
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âSorry Khushi bhabi, Nani ji already left,â Hari Prakash informed Khushi.
âKya, why didnât you tell me? When did Nani-â
âWhat else do you expect Phati Sari?â Manorama sneered, ushering Hari Prakash away.
âI donât understand Mami ji,â Khushi looked at her, balking at the hatred in Manoramaâs eyes.
âSpelling karke de kya? Sasuma isnât a fool to take the reason for Anjaliâs devastation to the temple when sheâs trying to pray for Anjali bitiya,â Manorama seethed. The gall of the girl to think sheâd go on a sunny walk with Sasumaa to the temple when everyone had barely slept a wink!
âNahi Mamiji! I didnât mean any of this-â Khushi reached for her hand but Manorama stepped back, nearly shoving Khushi aside.
âShut up! You Gupta sisters did this on purpose. You both trapped our sons and ruined Anjaliâs life!â Manorama cried.
âNo Mami ji, why would Jiji and I do it? We just wanted to save Di from suffering,â Khushi choked, her own reasonings hollow to her ears.
Manorama, despite her anger, couldnât argue with that one statement. Khushi and Payal, truly, had nothing to gain from Anjaliâs pain.
âAnd that man was truly a devil, heâŚâ Khushi shivered as memories of Shyamâs harassment assaulted her.
âThen why did you stick around him?â Manorama snapped.
âTo find Arnav ji! You know that, donât you?â Khushi pleaded. Manorama had to know the truth. She certainly didnât believe Khushi willingly spent time with her assaulter. Did she?
âMami-â
Manorama huffed and walked away, leaving Khushi to her questions.
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Khushi had only meant to help Anjali. And the unborn child. Nani was in the temple, Mami wouldnât speak to her and Payal was troubled.
It was only a morsel of food and a few words of empathy.
To the woman who had made Khushi a Raizada. To the only person who took every effort, despite the familyâs shared anger, to restore Khushiâs honor by granting her the rituals of a new bride.
Her best friend, her new sister.
Di. Â
It never registered with Khushi that Anjali would leave to abort her child. Naniâs disappointment and Mamiâs scolding terrified her.
Payal was strung, pulled in two opposite directions when Arnav rushed in with an unconscious Anjali, and Khushi slumped on the sofa, white as a ghost.
With so many hurt, who could she help? Who should she help?
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âYou are the biggest mistake of my life Khushi Kumari Gupta,â Khushi hitched at the use of her maiden name, and his claim.
âI wish I never met you,â Arnav snarled, leaving her alone by the poolside.
Breaking her heart and taking her only hope away.
Khushi had no more tears left to cry.
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âWhat happened, where are you going?â Akash asked, several hours later.
âWoh, I was thinking I should check up on Khushi. Especially since whatâs been happening since this morning-â
â-and do you even know who has been suffering since this morning?â Payal bristled at his tone. Akash stared at his wife in wonder, was his mother right? Did neither of the sisters get the magnitude of their actions!?
Payal couldnât collect her wits. How could she make him understand that Khushi had been suffering as well? Sheâd seen it in her little sisterâs scars and terrified eyes.
She didnât even get a chance to ask how she and Arnav had survived the kidnapping.
âYou want to check on Khushi?â Akash scoffed, âDo you have any idea about Diâs state?â
âAkash I didnât mean that. Di means just as much,â but there is no one for Khushi.
âPayal, you arenât just Khushiâs sister. You are the daughter in law of this house. And your duties as a bahu outweighs those of a sister.â Payal stood rooted to her spot, unable to defend, unable to believe everything her husband of six months said.
âOr perhaps you donât feel thinking or caring for Di is a part of your responsibility.â Akash stormed out of the room without a second glance.
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After half an hour Payal mustered enough strength to go to Khushiâs room, despite Akashâs hostility. What she found was not her sister.
Pale and and delirious, Khushi shoved her clothes into her duffle bag, careless about the ripped gota and pom poms. Her hands and feet were unsteady, unable to hold on to all the clothes her thin arms carried.
âKhushi?â Khushi stopped at the gentle touch of her sister.
âJiji, I have to leave. I⌠I am the cause of Diâs pain. I should have never listened to Amma, I shouldâve told him the truth when time came. I⌠what was I thinking?!â
Payal engulfed Khushi into a hug, shushing her cries. In few, incoherent words Khushi told the truth.
The will, Arnavâs kidnapping, Mami and NKâs aid, NK discovering the whole truth, Shyamâs attempt on both of their lives, their eventual rescue.
âKhushi, you and Arnav ji havenât visited a doctor yet?â Payal exclaimed, checking Khushiâs scars.
âNothing happened to us Jiji, I donât need a doctor. Par Di, I didnât know sheâll end-â
âKhushi, no, you and Arnav ji will head to a hospital-â
â-Bhai,â Akash stepped in the room, with no effort to hide his disappointment, âPayal, of course, youâre here. Di got up. I donât know whereâs her medication is and she needed food-â
âHum abhi-â
âNo itâs ok, talk to your sister, Iâll figure everything out.â Akash stepped out, leaving Payal torn. Which sister should she attend to?
Payal didnât have to decide. Khushi ushered her out, after a promise to head to the doctor. In her heart Payal knew that Khushi hadnât told her one thing.
Arnavâs reaction to Anjaliâs abortion attempt.
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Khushi could barely stand on her two feet, her world turning before her every second. At one moment Arnav claimed that he didnât mean anything he had said before, in another he reduced their marriage to the contract he forcibly bound her to.
What did he not mean? If every word of what he said is not what he meant, then was his current threat of their contract marriage also not true? Or the whisper of an âI Love youâ over the phone?
Arnav turned around, unable to meet Khushiâs eyes. He could no longer lie to her.
And she would not stop at his plea.
Heâd make up for every injury up, every pain. He just needed time. And if it was necessary to hurt her to get her to stay back, he would do so. If he needed to confirm that their marriage, and everything in between, was nothing more than a contract⌠he would do so.
He could not afford to lose her.
âIf I leave⌠drag me to court? Police? Jail?â
âIâd do what I promised,â Arnav swallowed, unable to hold his shame in his lie, âSeparate Akash and Payal.â Stealing his resolve, he said, âBy now you know-â
Thump.
He turned and lost his footing. Dread stole his voice and clutched his heart in a vice grip.
A silent scream left his mouth.
Khushi lay on the floor, motionless.
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A/N: Second part will be up soon. A big thank you to @ridzmystiqueâ for checking on this story and pushing me to complete Farak. Thank you for reading/liking.
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2. Painful Revenge ⌠Choi San Mafia!au
Pairing: Choi San x Reader (female)
Genre: angst, mafia!au (non celeb)
Warnings: some swearing, violence, mention of disease, death.
Words: 3k
Summary: Youâre a young law student who are happily dating the handsome San. Everything seemed to go perfectly well, until his 20th birthday.
A/N: Please let me know your thoughts, my inbox is always open. And again, if there are any incoherences or spelling mistakes, please let me know, Iâm not a native english speaker :)
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âIâm heading out, mom. Jiseon wanted to see me for lunch.â You were at the entry, swiftly tying your shoes. A little hum coming from the living room was your only answer. Due to her health issue âand probably because of yesterdayâs conversation with your dad-, your mother sometimes was victim of disabling symptoms, forcing her to stay at home.
Friends in university were very few, especially in law school. You had some you met in your first year there, but Jiseon was someone you knew long before. In fact, sheâs Jonghoâs âone of Sanâs friends- cousin. Sheâs two years older than you, and, more important, an alumni from high school. Although, it was at Jonghoâs birthday party last year that you had properly met and got to know her. Her cheerful and bubbly personality matched well with yours, now being one of your closest friend. Sheâs also a law student which makes her an even closer and more helpful person.
You arrived a little before noon at the restaurant, Jiseon was already there, waiting at a table. âHey, sorry for making wait.â, you apologized, sitting in front of her.
âOh donât worry! I only came here a couple of minutes ago.â, she smiled warmly. âIâm starving though, letâs order.â A waiter came not long after, writing down your orders.
âHow did your finals went?â, you asked after the waiter excused himself to the kitchen. Jiseon was at an important stage in your studies; she needed to pass those exams to get to the next step, things will start to be more hectic. âIt will be more fun, without a doubt.â, you always joked about it with her.
âIt was alright, I guess.â, she paused, âI hope.â, she laughed. âOh, and sorry again, I couldnât come to Sanâs birthday party. I really wanted to but-â
âWe already talked about it Jiseon, itâs ok. Your studies first, always.â, you assured cutting her. âAnd, it was probably better like that, looking at the way the night went.â, you whispered the last part of your sentence, speaking to yourself but Jiseon heard it.
âWhy, what happened?â, she curiously asked, frowning. As said, Jiseonâs and your personality matched well, maybe too well. She was just as curious as you, probably even more. She wonât let you go out of the restaurant without learning every little detail of the night.
âI donât even know, too many things happened.â, you were about to continue when the waiter came back with your plates. âThis oneâs for me, yes, thank you.â, you smiled friendly to him and starting to eat. â20th birthdays are important, but it was just too weird. All of his friends were there, San had disappeared for a big part of the night, and the excuse he gave me was âI was at the bathroom.ââ, you started to enumerate. âSeonghwa was there too.â
Jiseon only let out an âOh.â
âYeah, oh.â
âItâs alright if it was just that.â, she said with a weird expression.
âOh but you didnât hear the best yet. Get ready!â, you faked an enthusiasm. âI woke up the next day with a stupid headache âwithout a drop of alcohol, may I add-, âtill there, nothing crazy, right? But I might have eavesdropped.â, Jiseon gave you a not so shocked âreally?â look. âIt just happened, ok? Wasnât my fault.â, you argued. âBut thatâs not our priority. So I heard stuff, weird stuff. They were talking about drugging someone, etc. And the kitchen was full of Sanâs closest friends.â
Jiseonâs face dropped after your explanation, her curious eyes turning into a darker gaze. âDrug, you say?â
âYeah, I truly donât get it.â, you continued hesitantly. âAnd last night, San passed by. And he didnât look well. He promised to explain everything, so I have to wait. I trust him.â
Jiseon stopped eating, she looked lost in her thoughts. Stiff. Not long after, she looked at her watch and exclaimed, âIâm so sorry, I just remembered I have a meeting.â She was already packing her belongings, not letting you interfere. âIâm really sorry, Y/N. Iâll call you later, yeah?â
âOh, itâs ok, donât worry.â, you were taken aback. âSee you later then.â, you waved back, suddenly feeling lonely in the restaurant.
What the hell was going on.
Your life was taking a strange turn and you didnât have control of it. The list of the ambiguous situations you got in since Sanâs 20th birthday was getting longer and longer. A part of you wanted to believe that all these things were pure coincidence. But the other, the law student part, strongly associate everything together. Well, maybe not everything. You still werenât sure of the situation with your parents.
Your only course in the afternoon passed off slowly, although it wasnât a big deal as you spend the whole hour thinking about the events that occurred the past days. Your private law teacher was giving you his last wishes before the summer break when you received a phone call from Jiseon. Pushing through the students, you picked up the call in a calm corner of the campus. âHey?â
No response.
âHello?â, you called again, âJiseon?â
Still no answer.
You were about to hang up when some muffled voices reached to you. Increasing the volume of the call, you tried to focus on the voices. Jiseon might have called you accidently. âJiseon, hey.â, you tried again.
âShe was about to hear everything, and you know what San wanted.â, a maleâs voice could be heard, weirdly sounding like Hongjoong.
âBut you drugged her. Y/N doesnât deserve that. And you know what I think about everything.â Â Hearing your name in their conversation, you froze. âShe has the right to know.â
âAnd you think she will still stay with him? Let alone that. Do you really think she wonât go to the police? Sheâs a fucking law student!â His voice was a little louder now, like he got closer to Jiseon. The phone might be in her pocket or her bag.
âShe wonât, she canât. You donât know everything, Hongjoong. Sheâll have to stay.â What were they hiding? Why did it look like those two were closer than you thought?
âHongjoong, they find the asshole of the other day. Yeosang and Yunho are bringing him here.â, another male announced; he has to be too far from the scene because you couldnât figure out who it was.Â
Yunho and Yeosang?
What the hell was going on?Â
âOk, take him to the cellar.â, Hongjoong ordered. âSo, you were talking about some stupid plan.â
You were waiting for Jiseonâs reply when the call suddenly got cut. Still in a rattled state, you let your body lean aginst the wall; you started to feel dizzy. Seconds later you received a message from Jiseon: âSorry, I accidently called you apparently, haha. Was trying to take some stuff out of my bag. My meeting is over, let me make it up for our unfinished lunch. What about meeting at the small cafĂŠ close to Sanâs house in about an hour? :)âÂ
What was she trying to do? Did she really think you didnât hear anything?
After a quick call to your mom âasking her how she was doing, and that youâll be home a little late than usual-, you decided to head to the coffee shop, it was a little far from the campus and it would take around thirty to forty minutes by bus. Sanâs house was in the periphery, so the new cafĂŠ that opened a few years ago was great for the people that lived around. Jiseon might be close to the place to propose a meeting there. You would usually go to that cafĂŠ after spending the day at Sanâs.
The last stop before the cafĂŠ was several minutes away from it so you had to finish the remaining distance by foot. As you were walking, you curiously glance at Sanâs house. You still had some time before meeting Jiseon, so you decided to see if your boyfriend was home, last nightâs conversation replaying in your head.Â
You truly needed to tame that curious side of yours.Â
Many cars were in front of his house but not his, making you question your next moves. You didnât want to be face to face with unknown persons; you didnât have the strength and mind to deal with that right now. You decided to head back to the cafĂŠ when you heard something odd coming from inside. It was muffled but you still managed to hear it.Â
What the hell was going on? Â
When watching horror movies, you always were the one complaining about the characters following weird sounds, fully knowing something bad was at the end of the line. Yet, you still slowly entered the house, careful not to make any noise.Â
âYou really thought youâll get away with it, heh?â, you heard Hongjoongâs muffled voice from the cellar. âYou canât escape us.â, he laughed mischievously. âSan, come here.â
Hearing your boyfriendâs name made your legs automatically follow their voices. Someoneâs whines, as well as some mumblings could be heard from outside.
âWe needed someone for this young manâs opening ceremony, and you were sent to us.â, another man exclaimed, you recognized as Seonghwa.
You were in front of the cellar, listening to the conversation inside. You could be caught at any time, but you were in a daze. You felt like the answers of your many questions were behind that door. Such a clichĂŠ scene.
The whines inside changed into painful screams after you heard several hits ; you needed to enter. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open, now face to face with a scene you hoped you never had to be. It took you a moment to grasp the situation. Hongjoong was on you right; seated crossed legged on a chair, with Seonghwa next to him, arms crossed on his chest. Yeosang and Yunho were on your left, both leaning back on the wall behind them. Jiseon was also there, behind Hongjoong. And there he was. San. He was in the middle of the room, a blood covered club in his hand. âSo, it was that.â, you thought, horrified. Your arrival made everyone pause their movements, all eyes on you. Time stopped for a few seconds, no one knew how to react. San, wide-eyed, could only murmur your name, sorrowfully. Jiseon was the first person to move.
âY/N, what are you doing here?â, she scurried towards you, trying to hold onto your arm. You quickly dodged her, stepping back. âItâs not what it looks like.â, her voice tone didnât felt credible. You felt nauseous.
You stuttered a little, your eyes quickly going from one person to another. Lastly, you made eye contact with San, the club falling at his feet; his eyes still showing horror. Pushing Jiseon, who was in front of the door, you ran as fast as you could to the front door, San shouting your name behind you.
âY/N!â, San caught you, running much faster than you. âLook at me!â, his hands forcefully got a hold of your face; you were getting hysteric.
âIs that what you were hiding? What are you doing? What the fuck are you?â, your questions were coming out of your mouth, without a second thought, punching his chest after each question.
âItâs not what you think. I promise you, itâs not.â, he calmly tried to reason you. âPlease, calm down.â, his hands caressing your cheeks.
âDonât you dare touch with those hands.â, you pushed him, making him lose his balance. âDonât. Who are you?â, you whimpered your last sentence, tears streaming down your face.
San tried to touch you again, but you moved backwards, looking at him with fear. âDonât touch me.â You gave him one last look, before pushing him again and run out of the house. You almost fell down the stairs under his porch, but you kept speeding up. San frantically called out your name, but soon, it was just a faint sound behind you.Â
You kept running down the street, thankfully, it was not too crowded. After some time, you felt dizzy again and stopped close to the bus stop. You crouched down there and cried with your head between your hands. You had different scenarios in your head about the events that occurred the past few days, but this was too much.
âAre you alright, darling?â, an elderly woman bend down next to you, a comforting hand on your shoulder.
You shook multiple times before lifting your eyes, locking yours with the womanâs. âYes,â you managed to let out, âitâs alright.â She helped you stand up, and wiped down dust out of your knees. âJust some couple things. Itâs going to be alright.â, you choked.
The sweet lady gave you an apologetic smile. âIf itâs boy related, donât put yourself in that state. I donât want to put fuel in the gas and be the clichĂŠ old lady in movies, so as long as itâs not about cheating,â, she paused, trying to figure out if it was, in fact, related to that situation, âmaybe he has an explanation to whatever happened.â, she gently squeezed your arm.
You sniffed and bitterly wiped your tears. âI donât think so, but, thank you.â, you tried to smile to her, and she returned it, hers more genuine. Â
The bus came not long after. The ride home was agonizingly long, which, in a way, was also helpful. You had to put yourself back together before arriving home. Your parents couldnât see you like that, especially your mother. With the loan, and the discovery of the truth last night, they didnât need to know about what happened to you today. Taking out a compact mirror out of your bag, you finally took a glance at your miserable state. Your cheeks were covered with mascara smudges, your nose red, still runny; your eyes didnât look any different. You harshly cleaned your face, still sniffing loudly. You were already repeating in your head the explanation you were going to tell to your parents. Although, you doubted the credibility of any excuse, especially with your miserable look. Parents always knew.
It was close to 5pm when you finally made it home. You slowly entered, remembering your motherâs message from earlier, telling you she would probably take a nap. Tiptoeing to the living room, you found her in a foetal position sleeping on the couch. You slowly checked on her âshe often suffers from high fever, hopefully, she seemed alright. You still had some time before having to face them.
You promised yourself not to cry when your parents were still awake and around but it was probably the warmth of your shower that broke you down. Tears tickled your cheeks yet again, quickly changing into painful sobs. The scene that occurred earlier playing over and over in your head. Everyone knew. Even Jiseon. You couldnât wrap your head around it. Were they some sort of gang? Thinking about it, Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho and Yeosang were the only one there from Sanâs group of friend; they were all over 20. So that was why everyone was excited about Sanâs birthday. Like Seonghwa said in that cellar, it was his welcome party. He was finally part of it.Â
Your father wasnât at home yet when it was dinner time. And your mother was still under the effect of her meds to focus on your condition. The evening ran quietly, your occasional small talks echoing in the kitchen from time to time.
Your father still wasnât at home when you went to sleep. It wasnât that odd, but most of the time, he would let your mother know about his late night outings. With all the things going on lately, he probably needed that âonly boys nightâ, like he always says. He loved to go for a drink or two with his closest friends and let everything heâs been holding in out.
After helping your mother get to her bed, you went to your room; the silence shattering your fake barrier, yet again. It was too much to bear. What were you supposed to do? Make a complaint? It was San after all, how could you? What would you say? But, the scene of him holding that blood covered club was forever inked in your brain. It wasnât San, it couldnât be. It was not your San. No one could change so drastically in a day. Unless, he always was like that and your San was not the real one.
Your thoughts got cut with a message notification. When you arrived home earlier, you threw you bag, with your phone in it, in a corner of your room, not paying any attention to it. Glancing at the device, they were hundreds of unread messages; not only from San but also from the other ones. You didnât want to suffer more than you already did so you only locked your phone back, and went to sleep.
A loud bang roughly woke you up in the middle of the night. Confused, you quickly got up, heading to your front door. The light in your parentsâ room lit up, and your mother came out of it seconds later. She looked as disoriented as you in her hastily worn dressing gown. You exchanged a confused look before your mother went to look from the peephole. Her face dropped. A small âNo.â slipped out of her lips, like a whisper.
âWho is it?â, you curiously ask.
You mother didnât answer. She gave you a long stare, took a deep breath then opened the door.
Who would have thought that your life was going to horribly change that night? Who would have believed if you told them that behind that door was the police? Who would have believed if you told them that these men came in the middle of the night to give you the worst statement someone could give? Something that was going to break you apart. Forever. Your fatherâs death.
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red sweater and biceps
Title: red sweater and biceps Author: Shiro (TeitoxAkashi [AO3]/ seijuurouxryuu [tumblr]) Rating: T Pairing: Fon/ Reborn Event: @khrrarepairweek Prompts: Mutual Pining | Social Media AUÂ Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warning
Day 5: Rain Day
It all started with a post on the College Confession site.
(Or, Reborn and Fon being dumb gays)
AO3
Key:
espresso/ espresso or die: Reborn soft: Luce Later Alligator: Verde (CREDITS TO BLUE-SENPAI [OnceABlueMoon] FOR THE NAME) War God: Hibari Kyouya give me your bank PIN: I-Pin Lal my qUEEN: Colonello bitch what: Lal Mirch No Money No Talk: Mammon PLEASE LET ME GO: Sawada Tsunayoshi
It all started with a post on the College Confession site.
#35867
To the red sweater guy with awesome biceps in class S344, youâve taken my breath away the moment you walk through the door. Have a nice day.
p/s: Please let me touch your biceps.
L1: Oh wow OP calm your thirst.
L2: OP youre valid.
L3: IS THIS WHO I THINK IT IS?!
L4: red sweater guy omg @Fon yoU HAvE aN AdmIRer!
L5: omg it is fon omg omgo mgom
L6: TO THINK THAT IâVE LIVED UNTIL THIS DAY TO SEE FON GETTING HIT ON SO OPENLY
L7: Finally itâs not another confession-to-Reborn post
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Lnth: OPâs words are never truer.
And from that moment onwards, wherever Fon goes, people would stare at him and whispers, giggling as he walked pass them. It was fine at first but it had soon gotten very annoying, because while Fon was fine with crowds or stares, he was of a Hibari and all Hibari Hates. Crowds. And Noises.
Fon rubbed his temple, lips pursing. It was a rare moment for him to expose his feelings in public, but he was far too irritated. He folded his sleeves of his button downânot red thank you very muchâup as he made himself comfortable on the plastic chair. Or, as comfortable as plastic chairs can get because it definitely wasnât.
If he could, he would like to find the culprit to the prankâyes, it could only be a prankâand have a good talk with them. And probably a punch. In fact, he would probably punch Luce for showing him the post if it werenât for the fact that Luce is Very Scary when provoked. He would rather stay ignorant to all that, thank you very much.
To be honest, it wasnât as though he didnât want to find the culprit. He tried by asking Mammon, but they simply ignored him even when he offered the Materialstm, saying that they still wanted to live and something else that was incoherent to Fon. He tried by approaching his older cousin Alaude who definitely knew who but was ignored and sent away as well, only with a contemplating look. What did that even mean?
Anyways, long story short, Fon tried for the whole two weeks, but ultimately failed to find out who it was. He sighed as he spun his ballpoint pen, waiting for the lecturer to come in. It was S344 again, and this time he had come early to scrutinize all his classmatesânot all whom he knew wellâto see if he can figure out who it was, since that was the only clue given.
Sitting at the highest level in the lecture hallâhe can effort not listening to the teacher so it doesnât matterâhe scanned through the class and stared at all the students that had arrived early, mentally cancelling whoever that didnât seem like the one.
âNot here yet, I guess.â
Soon, the class started to fill up and Fon simply just gave up. One, there were too many students and all of them are still buzzing around who god-knows-what reason. Two, this one guy with cute, curly sideburn and abyss-like eyes arrived.
A small smile and a statement in the smooth, pleasing voice shook Fon down to the core. âI supposed that youâre trying to find who posted that post.â
Holy shit.
âI-Iâm sorry, what?â
The chuckle he gave Fon definitely made his legs weak and Fon was so thankful that he was sitting instead of standing. âDo you mind if I sit here?â
âIâno, no. Definitely not. Go ahead.â Shit, Fon was turning stupid from how hot the other was.
âThanks.â And he slid in, sitting beside Fon. âSo howâs the progress? Found any suspect?â
Fon didnât answer for a moment as he blinked a few times to digest the question. (âStupid, you arenât supposed to be this dumb. Granted, he is too hotâŚâ) Then he frowned a little. âYou know me?â
A snort. âOf course. Youâre currently the hottest topic at the moment. One would have to live 15 feet underground to not know who you are.â
Fon looked like he wanted to groan out loud but stopped himself because it would rather rude of him and that earned a look of sympathy. âDonât worry. Things will quiet down after a while.â
âHow sure are you?â Fon tilted his head. âTrust me.â
Fon raised an eyebrow at that but didnât ask further. If the other doesnât want to talk, then he would rather not talk. Plus, the lecturer had arrived. The two of them turned back to the classâor, well, they tried to. Fon was very distracted with his seat companionâs presence and the dying urge to turn around and stare at the beautiful pair of eyes. It was the first time he had noticed so much of a person and wanted to know so much more.
Also, he would die to keep talking with him just to hear his voice.
A click and Fon paled slightly.
Oh god, did he just get himself a crush?
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soft
Forget the confession. Forget finding the culprit.
Um, Fon, bby? Are you alright?
Fdskajfldsk
No.
Oh dear, what happened?
I saw the Devil
And I want to punch them
In the face
With my mouth
Softly
Oh?
OH
OHHHH
Luce please kill me I donât need this
Oh babe, come over. Weâll have a Talk
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Mission: PROTECT FON AT ALL COST
soft
@everyone please come over to our usual spot to give moral support to our beloved bby fon
Later Alligator
Is Killer 3.5 needed?
War God
@Later Alligator yes
Later Alligator
My invention is not for you Hibari back off
War God
You canât stop me
give me your bank PIN
Hibari-san no
Also @soft who do I need to kill for master?
soft
No fighting. Anyone who brings weapons will be barred from entering the base.
War God
Bold of you to assume that I need my tonfa at all.
soft
Iâll tell Tsuna that you are the one who burnt his manga
War God
Iâve no idea what youâre talking about.
soft
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War God
I know where you live.
soft
and so do I. ANYWAYS! Thereâs no need to kill anyone! Just come and youâll know!
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The first time Reborn saw Fon was in S344. That day, he was sitting alone on the highest level because he liked looking down at everyone from higher ground. (Plus, it wasnât as though he needed to listen to lectures; he was just attending because he had nothing better to do.) He was scrolling through the Confession site, snorting at idiotic posts, when Fon walked into class with a perfectly fitted red sweater that hugged his frameâespecially his bicepsâso beautifully. He was carrying a laptop bag and a few files, smiling at something on his phone as he climbed up the stairs.
Reborn was awestruck, eyes wide as he stared at the angel that gotten closer and closer. His heart had unknowingly started thumping louder as he took in the most perfect man he had ever saw like a lost, thirsty traveller who had not drank in days. Reborn had almost stopped breathing when Fon looked up to find an empty row.
Their eyes met.
And Fon smiled.
Shit.
He was so dead.
(He had spent the whole period staring at Fonâs back, especially his exposed neck and arm, thanking god that he was sitting directly in front of him. It wasnât until Fon left the room that he realized that he was actually drooling.)
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Leon is the best @espresso . 57s
Have you ever seen someone so beautiful that you just want to die?
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Lal my qUEEN
OmG GuYs haVE yoU seEn Rebornâs tweet?!
bitch what
No???
Did he delete it?
Lal my qUEEN
@espresso or die WHY DID YOU DELETE IT GET OVER HERE fdhsaklfjdsAFJDSL
bitch what
What did he do again?
@espresso or die What did you do again?
Stop depriving us
I know youâre on rn
espresso or die
lies
Lal my qUEEN
KORA REBORN! STOP DISAPPEARING!
REBORN!
OI!
@espresso or die DUDE EXPLAIN
Fjflkds thatâs IT!
@No Money No Talk RECEIPT! IâLL GIVE YOU FIFTY (50) AND A STRAWBERRY MILK!
No Money No Talk
Hundred and two, no less.
Lal my qUEEN
ALRIGHT
No Money No Talk
thirst.jpg
espresso or die
Youâre dead to me, Viper.
No Money No Talk
Itâs Mammon.
And youâre welcome.
PLEASE LET ME GO
fkldsajflkds omg
Are you okay Reborn? Are you sick? What temperature are you?
Do we need to call an ambulance? Or do we need to call for a priest?
espresso or die
Dead. Youâre all dead to me.
Especially you, @Lal my qUEEN
Iâm coming for you first.
Lal my qUEEN
Fldksjfl;dsarlwea
PLEASE LET ME GO
RIP
espresso or die
Youâre next
PLEASE LET ME GO
WHY ME?!
A/N=Â As you can see, its not fully complete. I didn't finish it because I couldn't make the plunny move + no motivation/inspiration. I might pick it up again when I do have the motivation to.
At least this is longer and written just for this event unlike the previous one...
[I apologize for any grammar, spelling, etc. etc. mistake]
#Katekyo Hitman Reborn#KHR#khrrarepairweek2019#Reborn#Fon#Sawada Tsunayoshi#Luce#Verde#Mammon#Viper#Colonello#Lal Mirch#My Writings#Hibari Kyouya#I-Pin
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No offense, but why do ya like Marui? It's the author's fault, not his, but he doesn't have a defined personality, or something that distinguish him from other anime generic side-characters. Same with Shoji, Daigo, Ryoko... Can't say the same with Shun and Yuki bc I actually like them. They at least have a bit of essence??? Sorry if I sounded mean, it wasn't my intention, I just have curiosity. And sorry if I made spelling mistakes as well, English isn't my first language. :')
Hello Anon!
First off, I gotta apologize for this extremely late answer. There are two reasons why I am only now answering.
A. I was in Italy, in a hotel on some mountain with barely any internet.Â
B. Your question is a tough one to answer for me, simply because I have ton of troubles to explain why I like something for some reason. Putting into words why I hate something is not much of a problem, but liking something? It often just sounds like incoherent stuttering with a lot of me repeating myself. But Iâll try my very best.Â
To get to your  two points: âhe doesnât have a defined personality, or something that distinguish him from other anime generic side-characters.â
About the anime generic side-characters thing: In this case I really am no one to judge. I mentioned it here and there already but I am actually not much of a manga-reader and not at all an anime-watcher.Â
I used to âwatchâ animes back when I was younger but hereâs the catch: I only ever started them but never finished one of them. In some cases I read the manga instead of watching through the anime (e.g. Sailor Moon, Ranma ½, Mermaid Melody), in other I just googled the ending and there are also a good bunch of cases where I donât know the ending.Â
Itâs not that I didnât liked what I watched or something, that was almost never the case. Itâs just a basic problem that I have that I absolutely hate to watch through series. Thereâs also tons of Western Shows from which I saw one episode and never returned again. It may sound stupid to a lot of you, especially in such times in which Netflix existsâŚbut it really is that way. I find it absolutely tedious to watch through hundreds of episodes for a conclusion.Â
Now, Shokugeki is for some reason an exception. I canât truly pinpoint what it is about Shokugeki that actually kept me sticking but, here we are.Â
However with all that background story out of the way, what I basically want to say is, that I really canât judge the character on how similar he may be to other characters from other animes.Â
What I can say is that back when I had my âLetâs start a few animes, watch a few episodes and hop on the next oneâ-Phase, the animes I personally watched mostly had glasses-characters that were either this
or this
Ouran Highschool Host Club is one of the animes that I never finished by the way. Even though it was funnyâŚ.I just stopped at some point
Also I am hoping I am not saying anything wrong here.Â
So from my (inexperienced) viewpoint Marui is not that generic. //shrug
While he does have a lot, a lot of comedic scenes (there are three running gags dedicated to him), heâs not completely designed to be a full-on comedic relief character.Â
This is one of the reasons why I hate donât like the English Dub by the way, because in that they actually gave him a voice that suits a solely comedic relief character best. Itâs extremely high-pitched and whiney.Â
In the original however itâs not much like that. I mean, his voice does get a little high-pitched and especially whiney here and there but only when he is being whiny (or when he fangirls).Â
But when he talks normally itâs not that high-pitched or something.Â
I can see that some people may not see it, but heâs not purely used for gags. He had a big moment during the AE Premlins that portrayed him as quite competent skill wise. From all the students that did not make it into he Main Tournament, the only one who is on the same level as him is Shun Ibusaki if we judge by the scores.Â
Also if we look at his bystander role during cooking battles, his main task there is to explain ingredients and techniques to the readership that may has no clue about that instead of being used for jokes.
He in general can get quite serious. But on the other side, the fact that he does has his comedic elements it doesnât make him that mysterious, serious, smart character.Â
If youâre asking me for a define personality:Â
Heâs highly intelligent and truly excels and devotes himself to what heâs good in.Â
However he is also very aware of what he lacks and that is actually a little refreshment in this cast and makes him a lot more humble than some of his other male classmates. Itâs more pronounced by the fact that heâs one of the very few male characters who actually use âbokuâ instead of âoreâ.Â
He can still be rather immature and also has problems to stand up for himself or gain respect for himself. What he lacks in terms of dominance over his room, he makes up with complaining so that his dormmembers at least get the hint that he is not approving of what theyâre doing.Â
Heâs the kind off person that quickly goes off from peopleâs radar and that is easily underestimated I think.Â
Heâs quite helpful I think, but can be a bit of a coward here and there but getâs his guts together when it matters the most.Â
I am by the way the last person you should ask to write a BIO.
So yahâŚ.Why do I like him?Â
Reason 1.Â
I like the basic concept of him. A chef that cooks by research and knowledge.Â
Reason 2.Â
I like that itâs shown that he actually works hard and is not just a naturally gifted genius. Again, I find it very impressive that he figured out his weaknesses and actually works on balancing them out to achieve his dreams.Â
Reason 3.Â
Heâs funny to me.Â
Reason 4.Â
But he can also be pretty cool, if you ask me.Â
Reason 5.Â
I can highly relate to him on so many levels. Like the moment in the anime where I started to truly like him was that one:
Everything about this picture is basically me to be honest.Â
Reason 6.Â
Seeing how unappreciated and unpopular he is by most, it only letâs my own love grow to be honest.Â
Reason 7.
My OTP strengthens my love for him even more.
Reason 8.Â
YoâŚ.Heâs actually kind off handsomeâŚ.I think a lot of you will probably not get me on this but yâsee the male characters are in general quite good-looking considering Saekiâs gorgeous art style. But alsoâŚ.I have a type you know?Â
âŚ..
âŚâŚâŚGlasses.Â
THIS IS A MESS
All of this is a mess, I am so sorry for my scrambled words
But as I said, I find it extremely hard to put into words why I love something.Â
I probably did not change your mind Anon but I just hope that you got gists of what makes me liking this character ;w;
//sighs
Thanks for listening though â¨
I miss him so much
Where tf is his Timeskip Reveal Tsukuda I am still waiting.,Â
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You Made Me Feel So... (Kihyun)
Previous Parts: 1 | 2 | 3Â | 4 ...
Authorâs Note: Hi, itâs been awhile right? I think itâs about time I finish the beauty, donât you agree? Enjoy...Â
âHonestly I thought you knew... I was just waiting for you.â
The part plays over and over in his head. How could he have known? As far as Kihyun was concerned you were only being a friend to him. One of his best friends in fact. But as he sits and dissects your lyrics heâs met with inner turmoil.Â
âHow the hell was I suppose to know?â
It stumps him... more than anything he's ever had to figure out. You were nice to everyone. Always smiling, always laughing, enjoying life and the company of the people around you. It made people want to be in your presence, thrive for your attention and acknowledgment. Though you give positive reviews even if you hate something. It's just the kind of person you are. Always overly considerate of people's feelings and opinions, so often that you'd ignore your own in the name of sparing someone else's.
"What you thinking about man?" Hoseok asks from the bedroom doorway. He'd done his hair and changed his clothes upon returning to the dorm, a smile plastered across his face.
âY/Nâs song...â Kihyun admits without thinking. His eyes go wide as he realizes his mistake and he quickly sits up. âWho do think itâs about?â He asks as he scratches the back of his neck. A friend taking interest in your love life isnât that big of a deal and he can easily play it off as curiosity.
âYou,â Hoseok says, still smiling. âItâs very obvious.â
"What?" Kihyun awkwardly laughs.
"I was there the first time she sang the song. She'd been doing shit the entire showcase and then you two left and she freestyled a verse about a guy she liked dating a girl that sounded a lot like HaNa. Wasn't hard to figure out." He shrugged.
"But..." Kihyun sighed. He hadn't even seen Hoseok at the showcase. "Then before that... did you know she liked me?"
"I had an idea," Hoseok admitted, finally wiping the smile from his face. "I tried to ask her out awhile back and she turned me down because she already liked someone. Wouldn't tell me who." He smiles again, "I told her to let me know if it doesn't work out."
Kihyun rolled his eyes... sounds like something Hoseok would do. For the first time since the older boy walked into the room, Kihyun looked t his appearance. "Why are you all dressed up?"
"Dinner with Y/N." He smiles.
"Why didn't anyone tell me we were taking her to dinner?"
"Because we're not," Hoseok chuckles, "I am. Just the two of us... Can I borrow some cologne?"
Kihyun's stomach drops. He can't describe the gut-churning feeling he has. The thought of you and Hoseok alone... together. It pisses him off much more than it should. After all, you're both his friends. You're both amazing people that deserve happiness, and if you could find it in one another, that would be amazing. So why is he upset by the idea of you two dating?
Hoseok doesn't wait for an answer and instead quickly sprays on some of the cologne you'd gotten Kihyun for his birthday.
"So glad it didn't work out. " Hoseok teases before beginning to take his leave. "Be back later... Don't wait up!" He yells as he makes his exit from the dorm.
Itâs 10:34pm and Kihyun is significantly drunk. He's not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Drunk Kihyun is honest, but he's also extremely impulsive. Drunk Kihyun can admit that the feeling in his gut earlier from the idea of Hoseok taking you on a date come from jealousy. Drunk Kihyun can admit that he's a coward and has always liked you, but was always too afraid to admit his feelings out of fear. Fear of losing one of the greatest friendships he's ever had, made his mind think the affection he felt toward you was strictly platonic. Damned fear. Damned mind.Â
Drunk Kihyun can call the girl he's been dating and tell her things aren't going to work out because he's madly in love with the girl who he'd stupidly and unknowingly friend zoned.
Drunk Kihyun can send a text to his bandmate, cursing him every way he knows how, and then spam him with incoherent one worded messages when he leaves him on read.
Drunk Kihyun can cry as he listens to your lyrics once again before pulling up your contact info and typing out the best apology his inebriated mind can muster up. One filled with rambling, and spelling errors, and everything he should've said to you at the bar, the night of your showcase.
He can also hit send and bang his head against the dining room table as he finally passes out.
Drunk Kihyun is brave
Itâs been an entire year since I updated this fic and my writing style has changed so much. I tend to stay away from using âY/Nâ now and I write. much longer chapters. This is kept short though because thereâs nothing really left to do except concluding the story. Thank you so much for being patient. Love you guuuuuuyyyyyyysssssss
- AJ
#monstax#Monsta X#monstax scenarios#monsta x kihyun#kihyun#kihyun scenario#kihyun scenarios#kihyun angst#monsta x angst#kpop scenario#kpop angst#monsta x scenario
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CU Corpse Bride AU part 4
I know it took too long. Itâs a tricky AU to come up with, if I must be honest. Plus Iâve been working a lot on the OTHER au.
And apparently the boys were a little closer to their book counterparts in this au.
George and Harold hurry to get out of the land of the dead, but one of their fears comes true while theyâre gone. Edith discovers that there is a way to look into the world of the living and view those who are still alive with a special looking glass. She commands it to show her Krupp and anxiously waits to see if he is alright.
To her confusion, she sees him leaving the town in a carriage with a hard to read expression and a suitcase in hand.
âWhereâs he going?!â Edith panics before screaming at him to let him know where she is, but he cannot hear her and the image fades. She can only use the looking glass again when it is night time, but she cannot wait for that long. She has no clue what is going on in the land above or where Krupp is heading. She has no idea that he is trying to find a way to save her.
In the land of the living, Krupp is so lost in thought that he almost falls over his seat when the carriage stops without warning.
âHey whatâs the big idea?!â Krupp snaps at the driverânot knowing that the man fell over in his seat and lost consciousness upon seeing the true face of a cloaked figure who somehow was able to sneak up on him. âHEY! I have somewhere I need to go!â He gets angry and is about to give the man a piece of his mind when another cloaked figure throws the door open and snatches his suitcase away.
âHEY!â Krupp gets even more angry at this small figure who dared to delay him (and steal from him!) and chases after the pest as he leads him back towards the town and into the woods, though he soon sees that the thief has an accomplice who is also covered in a cloak.
Itâs not until they get into the woods that the two finally stop to face Krupp, who is beyond angry at them for slowing him down. âI donât know who you are, but I have somewhere I need to go, so if you donât give me my bag back, then so help meâ!â
Both figures throw their hoods back and Krupp stops mid-threat when he sees a couple of all too familiar facesâthe faces of George and Harold, his former and now very much dead students.
They innocently watch and wait as he gaps at them and can only stare in shock for a few moments before sputtering out incoherent words. Then he collapses and passes out from the shock.
âWell he took that surprisingly well.â Harold comments.
Still, they donât have time for this, and after throwing water in his face (of course), they wake him up and wait for him to quit freaking out and finally recover before he remembers what is happening. âWhatâHOW?!â He freaks out again in wide eyed shock at the two. âWhy are you here?! Why arenât youâwhatâ?!â
âYeah, yeah, weâre dead!â George finally cuts to the chase. âWe didnât miraculously survive, we actually died that day!â And so the boys are forced to admit the truth to Krupp.
Once upon a time, Krupp was especially cruel to the two boys who loved to draw, write, and play jokes on others for their own amusement, with Krupp being their favorite target. Yet one day it got to a point where they planned to play a prank on the whole classroom as well as Krupp. The plan was to cover them all in a bunch of jam, glue, and other sticky stuff, along with flour, feathers, and other random things. They would have a few loud sounds go off, then light up a scarecrow outside the school to scare a few of them.
They managed to get everything prepped, but on the day of the prank, they didnât realize how many flammable items were in the supply shed. The moment they tested out a match, it sparked and caught one of the items on fire. There was an explosion that badly hurt  the both of them and knocked a beam down in front of the door to prevent their escape. There was too much smoke developing and because no one could hear them cry out for helpâor realized where they wereâ
The boys grow silent.
Krupp just stares at them. Heâs not surprised that one of their pranks was more than just the result of their undoing, but for once he canât bring himself to gloat at the boys for one of their failures like he used to.
âSo that aside,â George finally gets to the point. âWe... kind of had a hand in you losing Edith again.â
And this goes as well as youâd expect. Krupp is more than furious at their involvement since it makes complete sense to him and he only gets angrier when they admit that they were keeping him away from the entrance to the land of the dead.
âLook, weâre sorry, ok?!â Harold begs. âWe want to try to fix this because we know sheâs not happy and heâs not going to be happy either. We know she wants you and I think heâs starting to get it. Just let us help you to make up for everything we did!â
âAnd if we get to our parents, we can tell them it was our fault that we died and they can forgive you!â George added. âFor crying out loud, just listen to us this one time!â
Realizing that they are running low on time, the boys tell Krupp that if Edith marries him instead of CU, heâll probably leave her alone, but Krupp is reluctant to do this after all that has happened. He doesnât know if Edith could ever want to get married with him at this point. The boys want to tell Krupp about the âgameâ with his existence on the lineâthat heâll throw his life away if he letâs CU marry Edithâbut they opt not to.
âThen let us try to talk some sense into him!â Harold tries to tell Krupp. âOtherwise we can try to get you into the land of the deadâwithout any jokes this time!â
âBesides, even if Edith were to marry him, it needs to be up here.â George added. âSheâs still alive, so the laws of the living have to be obeyed, regardless of living, dead, religion, and a bunch of other things we barely care about.â
Unfortunately, while the boys succeed in getting Krupp to the entrance, the gatekeeper is NOT happy about living people being taken in before their time is up and refuses entry to Krupp, which leads to major arguing and unfortunately for the boys, the sun eventually sets yet again and CU takes over. The gatekeeper decides to teach the boys a lesson for their interferences and jokes and denies them entry for a whole twenty four hours. Whatâs worse is that the boys lose their chance to get CUâs attention and talk to him since he immediately rushes into the land of the dead without noticing them.
Trapped in the land of the living, George and Harold ponder what to do. They decide to try to visit their families to see them again and confess what really happened to them so that they wonât blame Krupp, in case their plan works. Then they will try to hurry back to the entrance in case something happens.
Yet things are about to get a lot harder for the boys. Edith tries once again to seek out Krupp with the looking glass, but it doesnât show himâit doesnât show anything. Confused, she asks the keeper of the looking glass why this is happening.
âWell, I donât know what to say.â The undead woman admits. âThis only happens if the person is not in the land of the living or the land of the dead. Either heâs gone upâor downââ she grimaces as she looks at the ground ââor somehow his soul ceased to exist. And unfortunately, that can happen.â
âSo is he gone?!â Edith asks and pleads.
âI really donât know.â The woman admits. âIâd just pray that he went up instead of the either two options.â Edith feels herself give into despairâshe has no idea what is going on anymore, sheâs trapped, and she doesnât know why Krupp left town.
What if he was leaving the town as well as her because of his reputation? Because he didnât want to face the supernatural again? Or because he couldnât find her and gave up? Or what if something had happened and he would try to find her without knowing that both worlds were separated?
She would rather not let herself be a burden to him if that were the case. She wouldnât want to condemn him to a life of endlessly searching for her.
Besides, she didnât have much in the land of the living besides her family. She had been placed in an arranged marriage and she never had much hope of finding someone on her own.
Upon encountering CU, she tells him that she agrees to marry him, on the condition that a headstone baring her name is placed in the cemetery and that her family and friends made aware of her death. At this point sheâs made aware of the rulesâthat she would need to die in order for a marriage with CU to be binding.
CU is conflicted about telling her that she does NOT need to die in this case, and a part of him can see that Edith is unhappy, but then he is too excited to really think things over and promises to have the ceremony taken up above by midnight.
Meanwhile, the boys are able to reunite with their families and it is both a wonderful and sad time spent with them, with lots of hugging and apologizing involved. They return back to the entrance to the land of the dead, but to their horror they see that Edith is being taken away by a ghostly carriage to a nearby church. When they ask the gatekeeper, he tells them that sheâs agreed to the marriageâwhich will happen at midnight that nightâand that means no more living people in the land of the dead.
The boys panic before tricking the gatekeeper into leaving his post and they hurry back into the land of the dead. They try to find CU to convince him to really think the matter over, but they canât find him, which leaves them with one other option.
They can only think of repeating the same spell the person-in-charge used before to try to fix whatever went wrong this time. They need to bring back Krupp and even if it means having him appear before CU again, they donât have a choice anymore. They know they have to atone for their mistakes before its too late.
The boys eventually succeed in getting the spell (which was an adventure in itself), but time is running low again and they have to hurry as fast as they can. They have to get to the church on time!
Iâve been having writerâs block with this more than once and doesnât help with giving myself time to think it out. And trying to get the right motivation for Edith to agree to marrying CU was not easy (or fun for MANY reasons. Because I think realistically this girl would have waited one more day, but for the sake of drama I had to do THIS)... see why it was hard to write this? But I promise that I will make the last part as good as I can. :) Itâll come eventually....
#captain underpants#corpse bride au#mr. krupp#principal krupp#edith the lunch lady#kruppxedith#egg casserole#george beard#harold hutchins
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I love your blog! Could you do headcanons for Akechi, Aigis, Naoto, and Ann reacting to their S/O getting charmed by the enemy? It could be S/O fighting them, having lewd thoughts, or both.
aww thank you!!
Goro:
Goro would be fairly calm after the enemy charmed you, and wouldnât start freaking out. He would try and find anything to cure you, and only after realizing their was nothing he would begin to panic slightly.
Once you came over to him, red in the face from the spell and muttering incoherently, he started to back away slowly and began trying to talk you out of it. The rest of the party continued to fight in the background, but you didnât even spare them a glance. Your eyes were stuck on him, unmoving, and obviously not listening to a word he was saying.
You backed him up against the nearest wall, one leg in between his and the other balancing yourself. Breath hot against his ear, you whispered how you had saw him âlooking at Pantherâ, and that he wasnât allowed to look at anyone but you anymore. He stiffened up, and although he knew it wasnât actually you talking, he nodded his head.
As you were distracting him, you quickly drew your weapon up and jumped away from him, before swinging your weapon with full intention to make him blind. Thankfully, he had realized what you had planned to do and ducked, letting your weapon get lodged into the wall. You pulled it out of the wall and raised your weapon again, but before you got the chance the Phantom Thieves killed the last Shadow keeping you under control.
You returned to your normal self, and dropped your weapon the instant you saw the fear in Goroâs eyes. It changed to relief after he realized he wouldnât have to fight you, or do something to you, to make you stop. He brought you into his arms and hugged you, saying how he was glad you were okay.
Although you apologized profusely for almost hurting him, and he admitted to being a little scared while you were under the Shadowâs spell, Â he told you that he wouldnât dare to look at anyone but you ever again. You blushed and he chuckled at how red it made you, but you didnât tell him how you liked him saying that.
Ann:
Ann would instantly panic if you got charmed by the enemy, and would be scared of you turning on the group. You were one of the strongest members, after all. She would try to cure you, but after realizing she couldnât, she would try to fight the Shadow that charmed you.
She didnât want you to be a slave to anyone, especially not the enemy. She would do anything she could, trying to burn the enemy to a crisp and whip it into shape, but you werenât having that. As she was sending a round of bullets toward the enemy, you took your weapon and knocked her to the ground, making her drop her own.
She knew you weren��t yourself, but she still hesitated to fight back when you pointed your weapon at her. You ignored the shouts of fear in the background from the other Phantom Thieves, and told her how her outfit was too revealing for you to stay focused. She got mad and red in the face at that, and even more after you leaned down to whisper in her ear that you were going to âhelp with thatâ.
You saw her nod at something behind you, but you didnât focus on it for more than a second before raising your body back up. You stood there for a second with your weapon limp at your side, before lifting it quickly to try and lodge it into Annâs chest. Before you could, she kicked you and rolled out from where you had knocked her down, and grabbed her whip that Akira had kicked back to her. She knew it wasnât you, and that was the only thing allowing her to fight back.
She struck you with her whip, hard enough to knock you back but not enough to leave a mark. After you fell to the ground in pain, she summoned Carmen and casted one final burst of flames to finish the final enemy off. You thankfully returned to normal, but Ann was still wary of if it was truly you. She grabbed her machine gun and pointed it at you just in case. Realizing you were back, and seeing your fear, she threw it away again and fell down to wrap you in a hug.
Ann apologized for hurting you but told you how scared she was of losing you, and promised to never let it happen again. You apologized too, and you both made up. After that experience, you both always had items on hand to cure ailments. You couldnât have asked for a better girlfriend than Ann.
Naoto:
Naoto would also be calm, first figuring out if anything could cure you, and then would result to talking you out of it. If things came to it, though, she wouldnât hesitate to force you out of it.
She tried reasoning with you first, staying calm even as she dodged your swings at her. She told you that you werenât thinking right, that the Shadow was your enemy, and not her. You didnât listen, of course. You continued to slash at the air, until you gave up and threw it into the wall behind Naoto. She took in a deep breath and pulled out her gun, pointing it at you and refusing to show any reaction to what you had done.
You backed her into the wall where your weapon was. She kept her gun at the ready and told you that she would shoot if it came to it, not voicing how much she didnât want to hurt you and how she was counting on the rest of the Investigation Team. You ignored the threat and came closer, telling her how you wished she would wear more ârevealingâ clothes more, and how you wished you could have seen her at the Yasogami beauty pageant in her swimsuit. Blushing, as you complimenting and mentioning those things to her were her weakness, her gun wavered a little but didnât drop from position.
You saw that as the time to grab your weapon, and ripped it out of the wall. You planned to swing it down at her, but before you could blink she had already shot into the air behind you in order to scare you. As you were distracted, she fired a few shots into the last Shadow left, killing it and lifting the spell on you. She kept her gun at the ready as she approached you, but after realizing you were back to normal she dropped it and fell down to you.
Naoto made sure you were okay first and foremost, checking nearby where she had shot to make sure it didnât hit you. After making sure nothing got you, she apologized for threatening you but told you she would have done anything to get you back to normal. You hushed her, and apologized profusely for even having it come to that point. She told you that it was okay, and the Investigation Team let you both sit there for a bit to calm down and be by each other. You didnât tell the team, but Naoto eventually did show you her swimsuit later on.
Aigis:
Aigis wouldnât want you to stay charmed for long, but she would stay calm and composed at first. She would see if she had anything to cure you, then the team, and then make sure Minato had absolutely nothing to help before taking matters into her own hands.
She would ready her guns and first try to talk to you. She didnât want to use drastic measures on you, her S/O, so it was her only safe choice. She would talk to you and tell you to think reasonably while simultaneously shooting the enemy when she found openings. Realizing it wasnât working, and that she would have to trust the rest of S.E.E.S. to kill the enemy, she turned her weapons towards you. Although she didnât want to, she would shoot if she had to.
You continued to try and attack her even while she shot warning rounds into the air. She was determined to distract you until the enemy was dead, but all of her composure left when you looked her dead in the eye and told her that youâd âlike you better if you were a real girlâ. You knew those words hurt her, and she knew you would never say such a thing. After saying that you made a fatal mistake, she activated her Orgia Mode.
Now fully a killing machine, the same as you, she fired relentlessly at you as you fought her right back. Both of you were under the control of something else, not in the right state of mind, and unable to hold back. Even when you were at the last of your consciousness and she was about to overheat, you both were relentless. As you landed a final blow on Aigis, Yukari shot a final arrow into the final enemy Shadow, knocking you out of the charm and Aigis into her cool down period.
Not realizing at first that Aigis had went into Orgia Mode and thinking you had almost killed her, you fell to the floor in fear and grabbed her unmoving body, tears starting to fall. You began sobbing and apologizing, saying how sorry you were for letting that happen, before Fuuka said through her Persona that Aigis was okay and explained everything. You felt a little better, but you were still crying and couldnât forgive yourself.
You all went back to the beginning of Tartarus to wait for Aigis to cool down. After she did, the first thing she saw was you holding her with tears still in your eyes. Her own tears built up, and you both hugged each other in happiness that you were okay. The rest of the group decided that was enough exploring for the night, and you went back to the dorm hand in hand. You both admitted that you were still terrified of what had happened, and after talking out your feelings for a bit you went to sleep cuddling. After that day, Aigis made sure to always protect you from any ailment, and you both always had items on hand to cure each other. You couldnât have asked for anyone better by your side, even if she was dangerous and a robot. That didnât matter to you. What mattered was that she was real, and not being human couldnât stop that fact.
#goro akechi#ann takamaki#naoto shirogane#aigis#persona 3#persona 4#persona 5#headcanons#persona 3 imagines#persona 4 imagines#persona 5 imagines#anonymous
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