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singledarkshade · 4 years

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Magical Mix Up

Chapter Seven

(Chapter Six can be found here.)

Author’s Note: Again a huge thanks goes to @theadrogna for being my historical guide for all things Roman. I have learned some fun things for this fic.

Amy hated that Rory had been taken from her once more. Sometimes it felt as though the universe did this to them every few years just for laughs.

“We’ll find him, Amelia,” the Doctor wrapped his arm around her, “You two always find one another. Even when he died and was erased from time, Rory came back to you.”

Amy took a deep breath, “I know.”

“Then don’t worry,” the Doctor smiled, “This place especially is somewhere that he knows. Somewhere he can blend into, so we just have to look for any signs he’s left for us. And if we’re in the wrong part of the city, then Rip will find him.”

She sighed looking around what she once would have been excited to see. The Romans had been her favourite subject at school, but while Rory was missing nothing else mattered.

Amy had tried every so often to ask him about the memories he held but Rory didn’t like thinking, never mind talking about them.

They continued through the marketplace, hoping that they’d find him but so far nothing. Amy’s heart leapt every time she saw a flash of red, hoping Rory would appear before her but there was no luck so far.

As they walked on Amy suddenly sighed, “Why haven’t we found anything? Rory would leave us a sign, where is it?”

The Doctor mused before shaking his head, “Of course, we arrived here not long after him. He wouldn’t expect us yet. Rory is probably finding a place to hunker down first.”

“So, what do we do?” Amy demanded.

The Doctor wrapped his arm around her once more, “We keep looking for him. He would have entered through the same gate we did. We’re in the right section of the city and there are only a certain amount of places Rory will be able to go without connections. We’ll find him.”

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John winced as he was tossed out the window and slammed into the ground. Scrambling to his feet, he turned to see the multiple guards appear swords drawn.

“Look,” he held out his hands, “Obviously mistakes were made, and I shouldn’t have been in there, even if she did invite me but there’s no need for all this. I was just asking for help to find someone.”

John grimaced as his explanation wasn’t swaying them and they continued to advance. Spinning round to run away, John found there were two guards behind him and groaned as someone hit him across the back of his head. Dropping to the ground, John swam in and out of consciousness as he was grabbed by each arm then dragged through the crowd. His head was buzzing, and John wanted to pull away but couldn’t. John groaned as he was yanked to his feet and came face to face with a large man who listened to one of the guards before nodding. John struggled weakly as he was dragged through the gates and into a room with a hole in the floor covered by a metal grate. The grate was pulled off it and a rope ladder tossed down.

John was shoved to the hole and pushed down.

“Climb or fall,” the guard told him, “Your choice.”

Against his growing headache, John climbed down the ladder knowing the other way would probably result in worse injury. The moment he touched the dirt covered ground, the ladder was pulled up, leaving him in the cell with circular walls and nothing but a hole in the ceiling.

Waiting until the guards were gone, John gently touched his ear to activate his communicator, but it wasn’t there. Frantically checking his clothes and the floor of the cell, he sighed finding nothing.

“Bollocks.”

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Gideon sipped the tea she’d made for herself while the others worked to fix the Waverider. She could hear the annoyed cries as things wouldn’t work, no matter what they did. Jax was currently swearing at the systems as Rip had shown him several tricks that normally got the computer to start, but this time everything refused to work for him.

“Gideon,” Cisco appeared, “Can I talk to you?”

She nodded, “Of course. Take a seat.”

“Okay,” he frowned, dropping into the chair across from her, “I get you’re annoyed at them, especially the fact Sara hid they’d found Rip from you.”

“And kept him imprisoned,” Gideon added sharply.

Cisco nodded, “I get all that but fixing the ship should be a priority?”

She smiled slightly at him, “It is. Mr Ramon, I would never do anything to put the Waverider in danger. The self-repair systems are already working, and the ship shall be repaired within the next six hours.”

Cisco frowned, “Then why are you letting them struggle?”

Amusement covered her face, “Because they believe they do not need me.”

“What about Rip?”

“Sending more people is not a good idea,” Gideon remined him, “Mr Constantine is currently searching for him. Adding the others while the situation is unknown is reckless. Once the systems are running again, I will be able to locate him within seconds.”

Cisco frowned, “You can find Rip that easily?”

“Now we are within the same time, yes,” Gideon told him, “It was a problem when I had to search the entirety of time and space.”

“Then what?” Cisco asked softly.

“Gideon smiled beatifically, “Then I take my ship and if others wish to travel with me, then we shall work out an arrangement.”

Cisco nodded, “Sara is going to love that.”

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Rory gripped his sword, feeling the familiar handle bite into his hand. He felt better now, having his own weapon but they couldn’t use them just now and caught Rip’s arm holding him in place.

“Where will they take him?” Rip asked, watching his friend dragged away.

Rory turned asking, “Don’t you know?”

“I learned enough to pass myself off as a soldier within a guard station in order to retrieve a shotgun,” Rip told him, “Not to mention it was one of my very first missions, so I’m a bit rusty on the customs.”

“He’s been taken to the Tullianum,” Rory explained, “It’s a dungeon. Prisoners were left in there until trial, usually without food and water.”

Rip frowned, “How long until he’s put on trial?”

“Depends on who the house belonged to,” Rory mused, “And whose bedchamber he violated. From what I know that house belongs to a very important member of the Senate. Your friends are not the best at keeping a low profile, are they?”

“John tends to not to think at times,” Rip sighed, “Not with his head anyway,” he bent down and picked up a small metallic disc, “And this is his comms link, so he can’t call for help.”

“Let’s face it from what I’ve seen of the others is a blessing for the timeline,” Rory noted.

“How do we get him out?” Rip asked.

Rory frowned as he thought, “Well, that’s the problem. I suggest waiting until tonight, there will be fewer guards for us to get past on the night shift. The sun will be going down in about three hours if I’m right.”

Grimacing Rip said, “Then I suggest we get back to the TARDIS and reunite you with Amy. We can make a plan there.”

Rory nodded, “That is a great idea.”

Motioning towards the city gate, Rip smiled, “This way.”

The blue box Rory expected to see was not there and he frowned turning to Rip.

“There’s a camouflage shielding on,” Rip explained, “The Doctor told me to look for a pattern on the wall,” he stepped forward and studied the area finding finally a few squiggles made by chalk. Turning Rip took a small step forward and banged into the hidden TARDIS.

Rory began to laugh, the lightness made him feel more like Nurse-Rory and less Centurion-Rory.

“I appear to have found it,” Rip winced, rubbing his forehead.

Rory stepped forward, his hand stretched out and gently touched the door feeling the wood beneath his fingertips.

“It’s me,” he whispered, “Can I come in?” There was a pause before the lock clicked, and the door opened for him. Stepping inside, Rory smiled, “Thank you.”

Rip followed him inside, closing the door and joined Rory at the control console, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Nodding Rory replied, “The Doctor showed me how to send a signal to the sonic once. Just in case. I could, in theory, also take us somewhere.”

“How did you unlock the door,” Rip asked suddenly, “I noticed a lock earlier. And a ship this advanced, the Doctor would not leave it accessible.”

Rory shrugged, “Normally I’d have a key, but the TARDIS likes me. Don’t ask me why but she apparently does.”

Rip frowned in thought, “Like an AI?”

“Like a soul,” Rory replied.

Rip watched the other man for a moment before deciding to ask what had been weighing on his mind since he’d connected with the computer on his own ship.

“Rory,” he said, “When you were on the Waverider, did anyone mention Gideon?”

Musing for a moment, Rory finally replied, “Your friend John stated Gideon wasn’t able to help at the moment.”

Rip sighed, “I’m really hoping they haven’t damaged her permanently.”

“Who is she?” Rory asked softly.

“She’s the AI for the Waverider,” Rip replied shortly.

Rory stared at him for a moment before asking, “Who is she to you?”

Amazed by how perceptive the other man was Rip shrugged, “My best friend. The only family I have left.”

“He only said at the moment,” Rory reminded him, “We can ask him when we get him out, so don’t lose hope.”

Rip shook his head, “You are very different from me. I lost the ability to hope a long time ago.”

Before Rory could answer they heard the door opening and Amy ran in, followed closely by the Doctor. Without a word, the redhead ran to her husband and grabbed him in a tight embrace. Rip watched Rory’s eyes close in relief as he held onto Amy. Pulling away from Rory, Amy turned to Rip.

“Thank you,” she breathed, as the Doctor hugged Rory, “Thank you.”

Rip shrugged, “He was fine without any of us.”

“So,” the Doctor said, “Where to now?”

“Actually,” Rory spoke up, “One of Rip’s people has been arrested and we need to rescue him.”

Amy’s eyes darkened, “Is this one of the people who held you hostage?”

“They thought I was Rip,” Rory soothed before continuing, “Besides, he violated the sanctity of a Senator’s wife’s bedroom and, as he is definitely not a citizen, then this will not end well for him unless we get him out.”

“What about his friends?” Amy demanded, “Can’t they risk their lives instead of yours, again.”

“His communicator fell out,” Rory replied softly, “He has no way to call for help.”

Annoyance flickered across Amy’s face, but when Rory took her hand, she sighed and nodded.

“Fine,” Amy said, “But I’m coming with you.”

“No,” Rory told her, “I’ve seen you with a sword. We’re not looking for that level of carnage.”

Before Amy could argue, the Doctor spoke up, “I agree with Rory, Amy. He knows what he’s doing.”

“Besides we’ll need you to come after us if something goes wrong,” Rip noted wryly, “Which, with my current track record, it will.”

“You’re a bundle of joy,” Amy rolled her eyes.

Rory wrapped his arm around Amy and pressed a kiss to her temple before turning to Rip, “First thing first. I want my own uniform back. Then we’ll work out a plan.”

#fic #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #gideon #john constantine #doctor who #rory williams #amy pond #eleventh doctor #the flash #cisco ramon #crossover

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1-800-i-ship-it · 4 years

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khun modern bf headcanons?

Hmm oof i am probably not the best person to be asking this cause I dont write fics or anything but I’ll do my best

So i realized that i just wrote plot stuff but im posting anyway cause i spent way too long on this ahaha

apologies in advance for typos that I'm too lazy to go through and correct

Enjoy the headcanons that i wrote later + plots that i originally wrote and went on a long tangent on oops

Headcanons:

Khun would be that subtle overprotective boyfriend

He’d just kinda silently watch from afar but he’d totally kill anybody who hurt bam in any way, shape, or form

But he’d like be SUPER sweet with bam like

Pet names yall PET NAMES like khun and bam would prob both mutually melt when they call each other pet names

Khun would always help bam with hw and whatnot, let’s pretend bam’s a physics genius cause thats just how i imagine him in modern life, always has trouble with law class (he’s taking it just for khun so he can understand what khun’s talking about) so khun helps him

Khun would be a super smooth talker, can woo a n y b o d y, exceptional at speeches, captain of speech and debate team

Khun would never admit he’s jealous but like the whole gang would know (except for bam who’s clueless as usual)

Like bam is friendly with everybody so khun’d just be like ugh screw yall

But then bam always confides in him and spends a crapload amt of time with him so he knows he’s just doubting himself and he’s mad at himself about it cause he knows bam is loyal to a fault and would never betray him

When bam gets older bam uses this against him hehe

Khun would also be that bf that everyones jealous of

Everyone would want to be with khun but he only has eyes for bam

Ignores everybody else who hits on him

Side note i still stan top!bam and bottom!khun

Khun would also be super thoughtful and goes out of his way to help make bam’s life easier whether its doing chores or smth etc, and each time bam smiles at him and expresses his gratitude khun’s heart would melt for the 1000th time

But like secretly khun really likes confident and sexy bam

They’d probably roleplay ngl (let ur imagination wonder~)

Khun would enjoy just spending time with bam :’) just cuddling and doing mundane things, they’d be super adorable together, hugs and kisses and ah just too cute-

Khun secretly likes bdsm and bam knows this 😏they switch roles from time to time, i cant decide who’s sub/dom

Khun would plan a super elaborate proposal to bam but then somehow bam would catch him off guard and then khun would just blurt it out when they’re together <3

Khun’d always be up early to cook for bam, they both morning ppl tho khun’s always sleep deprived bc hes also a night owl

Khun is shy with pda in public but eventually he and bam decide they dont care anymore and just hold hands and act all lovey dovey to the point where shibisu cant decide if he’s a proud dad or if he wants to throw up, rak is always proud of his turtles, endorsi and hatz literally want to throw up all the time and would die before admitting that they secretly approve of khunbam

Khun is all around a model bf that i am sure half the fandom would be willing to date but im sorry guys khun’s taken cause he’s only got eyes for bam~

Plot things/idk what they’re called:

CEO!khun and intern!bam

Assassin!khun and assassin!bam who eventually get together and destroy the corrupt system

Gdi i thought of so many while having dinner but i forgot

Hmmmm

Imagine bam as jue viole grace like forced to work in a gang or smth and then khun as the gang boss

I totally dont have a thing for badass assassin themed things pls dont judge me

Teacher!khun and student!bam (ofc it’d be near graduation if u get my drift...😏)

Idk why i thought of this but imagine idol khun o.o wait YO idol khun + assistant bam

Tutor!khun and student!bam

I feel like im literally just saying the same ideas

Theres a reason why im not a fic writer :’)

High school sweethearts -> angst bc parents dont approve, sad forced breakup, no contact -> get back together when older after a time-lapse when they’re more mature, heated reunion

Best friends bam and khun since preschool, since they were in the womb, PINING, both of them scared to admit it cause they dont want to ruin their friendship, meanwhile the entire gang is betting on them getting together (aka mainly rak and shibisu betting, hatz, endorsi, anaak, (insert s2 and s3 gang dont wanna spoil) everybody etc)

Uni students with khun as a law major and bam as a cs major (both geniuses, nerd bam), roommates *insert smirk* lots of pining, blushes from them casually changing in front of each other...the rest is up to ur imagination

Khun and bam as rival sports teams coaches

Age gap!khunbam (not a lot, somewhere between 5-8 yrs), with bam as the younger one who kept saying that he loves khun but khun just laughs it off bc bams a kid but then khun sees bam after he comes back from college and bam gets a massive glowup from clueless cinnamon roll to clueless cinnamon roll hottie who only has the hots for khun (still) and then khuns all like “fuck” *dies inside*

Single dad khun, bam as a daycare employee who keeps getting flustered by khun, khun takes interest in bam bc he doesn’t ask nosy questions like other ppl, and bam has these mesmerizing golden eyes

Tailor/dry cleaner owner!bam and office worker!khun who constantly needs his clothes to be altered so they fit exactly how he wants them to (this eventually results in awkward moments and blushing), and also dry cleans like his countless number of suits and dress shirts and whatnot

Author!khun and publishing assistant!bam (is it even called publishing assistant honestly i have no idea but u get what i mean right), khun never signs books but bam convinces him to

Poet!khun and uni student!bam as a literature major who’s a big fan and wanted to meet khun at one of his signings but is too shy even though shibisu drags him there, accidentally bumps into khun in the bathroom, is all flustered, ends up talking to khun for super long, khun loves bam’s enthusiasm for the subject, offers to give feedback on bam’s poems, bam is literally about to combust, they have lots of meetings and khun flirts with bam who’s clueless but blushes a lot anyway, they kiss *ahem* the rest is history

Spy!khun and bam, khun realizing he doesn’t want to hurt bam, sends fake info back to his country (ruled by eduan and jahad), eduan finds out (sent khun out in the first place bc khun was a threat to him cause the ppl liked khun better), sends out an assassin to get khun, who knows this and escapes with bam somewhere, some complicated plot taht idk how to figure out but you get the drift, eventually khun rules the country with bam

Real estate agent khun and contractor bam, eventually start their own business together

Khun as student pres, also known as the ice king bc he’s turned down dating everyone who asked, bam as the transfer student who catches his attention (bam with more of a jue viole grace complex), the silent physics genius who is also on par with khun when debating in speech and debate club

Khun and bam as besties, always do their hw together and hang out after class (cause bam always needs help haha), something leads to them fake dating, eventually real dating 😏

Khun and bam as besties, always do their hw together and hang out after class (cause bam always needs help haha), someone (rachel, DO NOT KILL ME I HAVE A REASON) asks bam out and he doesn't know how to say no (the rest of the gang egging him to date cause they know khuns gonna be jelly) khun goes and sulks, eventually bam gets hurt and manipulated by her, khun is pissed off, rachel is reported for abuse, khun and the gang fight for bam, khun is there for bam all the time, after a while bam asks khun out of the blue if khun likes him (shibisu let it slip that khun is gay bc god knows bam is oblivious af), khun is shocked but says yes bc he cant hide it anymore, bam says he always loved khun but thought khun was straight (bc of some dumb rumor someone said) which was why he ignored his feelings and agreed to date rachel bc he just wanted to distract himself, lots of cuddling thereafter, they get together, rak wins the bet for when khunbam will get together, khunbam gets married

oh man that became way longer than i expected...anon i hope u enjoyed that? half of it prob made 0 sense ngl and idek if i answered the q properly?

kudos to you if you actually read like all my rambling :’)

#bluris answers asks #1800ishipit answers asks #khun headcanons #khun the modern bf #i always write way too much oops #idk what im doing #if you really read till here bless ur heart #headcanons #plot things

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deiaiko · 5 years

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Alternate timeline where —- dies, leaving —- to live with that bitter reality as he tries to get better over time

Really really long story under the cut (also excuse my crappy grammar and the rushed ending :”3)

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“Bam, don’t cry”.

“…”, how could he not cry at a time like this?!

Their teammates already left the place, leaving all the remaining time that the two have to bid their last farewell.

Bam is holding Khun in his arms, letting him leans heavily on his chest while trying to warm his starting-to-get-cold body. One hand to hold him and the other to try to stop the bleeding.

“there must be a way to—”

“no”, the bleeding is too severe to be treated. Besides, there’s no one nearby that has the ability to help, “it’s too late…you know that”.

Bam keeps pressing the wound, but no matter how hard he tries, the warm blood keeps flowing out, it hurts him to being so helpless. What’s the point of being strong if he failed to protect him? What’s the point to spend many years training? Isn’t it his fault that Khun became like this in the first place? Because of his wish to save others? And then a dark thought came into his mind, Khun doesn’t need to suffer alone.

“I’ll go with you!”, Bam cried in a verge of desperation.

“don’t do that”.

“then…then tell me, what’s the point for me to keep living?”

“to enjoy what life offers you”.

“I…I don’t understand”.

“It’s always been…for other people’s sake, so how about…you do things for yourself once?”, Khun looks at Bam with the softest look he ever gave him, “be what you want to be…and live happily”.

“without you?”

Khun hesitated before answering, “without me”.

“how can I be happy without you?”

“…I know you can”.

“…”

Khun is trying his best to endure the pain so Bam would be less worried about him, at least he felt more numb on every second passed as more blood poured out.

“hey Khun, have you…live happily?”, Bam suddenly asked.

“yes,…cause you’re with me”.

“have you be what you want to be?”

“yes. All I want…is to be with you”.

Bam gave him a sad smile that quickly fell from his face, “I’m sorry”.

“it’s not your fault…things happen. When I chose to follow you…this is the risk that I took”, Khun smiled, “it’s worth it”.

Bam doesn’t know what to say, he just gave Khun his best smile even though his heart breaking inside.

Khun starting to feel lightheaded and his ears began to ring, he knew he didn’t have much time left.

“Bam”, Khun sighed and closed his eyes, “thank you…for everything”.

“Khun wait—”

“all I want now…is for you to be happy, even without me”.

“please”, Bam’s eyes began to water, “don’t say that”.

“I don’t know what…will happen, but…stay alive…for me”.

“Khun…please”.

But Khun didn’t respond anymore as he had fallen into a very deep sleep.

“Khun?”, Bam tighten his grip, “Khun! Answer me!”

But there’s no answer.

“say something, please”.

“…”

“anything is fine”.

“…”

“I beg you”.

“…”

“Khun…please”, he sobbed, “wake up”.

“…”

Bam doesn’t know what else to say, he hugged Khun tighter and cried silently with a deep sorrow. He cried until there’s no more tear left for him to shed.

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Khun is gone now. He’s gone forever and he won’t come back anytime soon. But Bam is yet come to realized it.

“Bam stop it!”, Shibisu stopped Bam before he had a chance to hurt himself.

“why?!”, Bam cried in desperation, “why can’t I wake up from this nightmare?!?”

“because you’re not dreaming”.

“no! You’re lying!”, Bam covered his ears, “I don’t want to hear it!”

“it’s the truth”.

“no! It’s just a dream!”

Rak slapped him hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

Bam’s hand quickly went to cover it, looking surprised.

Rak cupped his cheeks and locked their eyes, “listen black turtle! This is the reality, you must face it no matter how bitter it is. Don’t hide in your shell forever!”. Rak took his hands off and walked away, “it’s not like you to act like this”.

Bam was left speechless, his sore cheek is a constant reminder that he wasn’t dreaming. But it’s still too much for him to take, he needs time for himself.

- - - - -

Bam is doing a little better, he’s finally returned after locking himself in his room for two weeks straight. He’s lucky to have his friends to watch over him and keep him grounded while recovering from the grief.

But anyone can tell that he’s…different. He becomes slightly distant and a little bit colder. Though no one can blame him, he didn’t wish for it either.

Months later they left the floor to continue their journey, because Bam still has a mission to accomplish.

He promised himself to come back to Khun once it’s over.

- - - - -

After defeating Zahard in the 133rd floor, the name Jue Viole Grace becomes one of the legends, a monster, the feared one that nobody dares to say out loud.

Rumors said that he’s taking over the 134th floor and rules there, or maybe even already outside the tower. Though it’s just a false rumors, only his close friends who knows where he is now.

Because as promised, he cut his hair and came back to where Khun is, the 53rd floor. He bought a small house not far from the cemetery and lives there using his original name, the 25th Bam, though only a few people know his other identity.

Now that Bam has all the time in the world, he tries to do many things to spend it. From reading to cooking, learning new techniques and skills, and also tries to socialize out of his friends advice. But nothing seems to be able to make him happy as it can only distract him from his feelings.

Once in a while, his friends came to visit him, to keep him company while making sure he’ll stay sane throughout the years.

Every other day he also bought flowers for Khun, one crimson rose (sadness, mourning, death, rebirth, love) with a variation from pink camellia (longing) and pink carnation (remembrance) to chrysanthemum (grief) and purple hyacinth (sorrow, deep regret, asking forgiveness).

Soon he became a close friend with the shopkeeper, (she has the ability to instantly grow seed into plants, so she doesn’t need much space in her flower shop).

“you always come here, who is this someone?”

“he’s…my best friend”.

“I see”.

She wants to ask more, but she respects his privacy.

- - - - -

Thousand years passed. Although Bam doesn’t age, he isn’t immortal, (he won’t make the same mistake like his mother did. He can still be killed of course, but that is, if anyone can).

Until one day, Shibisu suddenly gave him a surprising news that makes his broken heart thumping in his chest. A picture from the floor of test, taken just a few days ago, a group of people with a blue haired boy among them.

Bam stared at the picture for a full minute straight because he couldn’t believe what he just saw.

The person in the photo looks eerily similar. With the same smug smile on his face and a sharp look in his eyes, but with a slightly different hair hue.

“I’ll go check on him”, Bam decided without thinking and quickly packed his things.

“hey hey, wait. Are you sure?”

“yes”.

“then I’ll go as well, you might need the company”.

“thanks Isu”.

Bam visited Khun again to say a temporary farewell before he left the 53rd floor.

- - - - -

Along the way Bam has inner conflicts.

His mind told him that “he’s not him, he won’t know you and you’ll only get hurt if he doesn’t match your expectations. You should get back”.

But his heart already took full control of his body as it says “what’s wrong with it? I’ll only live on regrets if I don’t come. Besides, I just want to talk to him”.

“then are you ready for the consequences? You’re a stranger to him, remember that”.

“…yes, I’m aware”.

Bam prepares himself.

- - - - -

But he was unable to approach him.

“you can come back whenever you want you know? And that includes now”.

“but I’m already here, let me just. . .watch over him for a while”.

- - - - -

“why did you help me?”, the blue haired boy pointing a knife at him.

Bam knew ‘this Khun’ teammates were plotting a treason against him, but he couldn’t stop himself to intervene with the situation. He regretted it.

Khun knows that he’s no match to the stranger after he saw him beat his ex-teammates in a blink of an eye, but he also wants to know why the stranger helped him, “answer me!”

Bam still can’t bring himself to look at him in the eye, no matter how long he prepares, he’s not ready to face him yet. “because I want to”, Bam answered.

“that’s not an answer. What do you want from me?”

“Khun”, the name slipped out from his mouth.

“of course I’m a Khun, so what? I got kicked out of my family, you won’t get anything by kidnapping me”.

Bam turned around to finally look at him. Now that he’s quite close to him, he could see him clearer. Pale skin with shoulder length blue hair and the same sharp cobalt blue eyes, “you look just like him”.

“…who?”

“…”

Khun lowered his weapon when he saw the man’s eyes, the dull golden eyes filled with sorrow. Khun felt an indescribable feeling, a sympathy maybe. He set aside his suspicion for a while, “I’m not him, you know that”.

Bam heartache hearing the undeniable truth came straight from his mouth. He broke their eye contact and spoke softly as if he were trying not to break down, “yeah, I know”, he’s fully aware of it, “you’re not him and you’ll never be”.

“then what do you want from me?”

“nothing”, Bam turned around and walked away, “nothing at all”.

“is that why you were stalking me this past few months?”

Bam heart skipped a beat, ‘oh, so he knew’, he thought. “I’m sorry if I bothered you, I’ll go now”.

“wait!”, after being betrayed by his teammates Khun knew he has to rebuild his team from the start. He thought it’ll be very beneficial to have someone as strong as him on his party, it’ll definitely raise his position among a low-class regular and reduce the possibility to be betrayed again. He can take advantage of him without anything to lose, a great chance like this won’t came twice.

“please let me be your apprentice”.

- - - - -

The first week had been rough for Bam as he was intentionally avoiding Khun. Shibisu asked him to stay on the floor that he’s now and wait until he comes, Bam couldn’t say no to him. So there he is, locking himself in his room again like a coward.

Looking at the new Khun only reminds Bam that his Khun was gone and how much he misses him. Just like adding salt to his wound.

So Bam closes his heart to avoid getting hurt more than he already is, just like the days when he first met Sweet and Sour team, cold and distant.

But this Khun is determined to be his apprentice (or rather to make him on his side), he keep insisting until Bam finally give in, it took him a week to get to talk to him and another week to get his name.

- - - - -

Shibisu and his team finally arrived at the floor where Bam and Khun are staying to check on them.

“so you’re Mr.Bam’s friend?”, asked Khun.

“y-yeah”, Shibisu decided not to comment on how he calls Bam. “I’m Shibisu, you can call me Isu”, he offered a hand to shake.

“Khun”, he returned the gesture.

The boy is a little bit shorter than him, but his height is almost the same as Khun on the floor of test a really long time ago. His hair color is more saturated than him and his voice is a little bit different, but everything else are the same. It felt really weird to talk to a person with his late friend’s face, Bam must be really…distressed.

“so…how’s Bam doing?”, Shibisu decided to ask.

“I’m not sure”, Khun scratches his head, “he rarely talks to me, so I don’t know. Is he really a quiet type or…?”

“no. He used to be really enthusiastic, he was the heart of our team after all”.

“was? What changed? Is it because of. . .him?”

“so he told you about it?”

“not the details, mostly just my hunch”.

“let’s have a short talk somewhere else”. Shibisu went to sat on the sitting place nearby and motioned Khun to follow.

Khun obeyed, he may get a valuable information that can help him get close to Mr.Bam, so why not.

“so Khun…how long have you met him?”, Shibisu started the conversation.

“not long, it’s only been two weeks”.

“what do you think about him so far?”

“err, he’s strong, honestly I was a bit wary of him because he followed me for weeks and then suddenly came out to fight my traitors”.

“not surprised”.

“eh?”

“well, he’s the type to not remain silent when someone is in need”.

“then my decision to be his apprentice wasn’t wrong”.

“apprentice huh? Nice”.

“but he still hasn’t given me an answer”.

“don’t worry, I’ll help you”, Shibisu gave him a thumb-up, “what else do you think of him?”

“uhm, he’s also…quiet and mysterious, he rarely talks and he won’t even look at me. I think he’s avoiding me”.

“no wonder”.

“it’s because of him right? His 'Khun’?”

“yeah, you guessed it”.

“what happened?”

“you should ask him yourself”, Shibisu smiled and patted his head.

Khun looked a bit dissapointed, but it must be really personal, so that’s reasonable.

Honestly right now Shibisu is trying his best to keep his amusement inside. He never had a chance to pat Khun’s head before, he’d be killed if he did, and turns out it doesn’t feel so bad. He smiled with satisfaction.

Shibisu then looks up at the sky and sighed deeply to relax himself before he continues, “Bam is a really great person, I give you my words. But the thing is, he has been suffering for too long”. He looks at Khun and smiled, “I hope you can bring him back to what he used to be. Please don’t give up on him”.

Khun is amazed on how much Mr.Isu cares about Mr.Bam, he must be a really great person after all, “…okay”.

“thanks”, Shibisu stood up, “anyways, do you know where Bam is? I need to make sure he’s alright”.

“he’s usually in his room”, Khun pointed him the direction.

- - - - -

Bam is standing on the balcony looking at the sky, like he always does.

“hey there”, Shibisu greeted him.

Bam quickly wiped his eyes, “oh! Isu, long time no see”, he forced a smile.

“you don’t need to do that”.

“…”, his smile fell and quickly replaced by sorrow. Bam wanted to be strong, for Isu, for both Khuns and for his friends. He doesn’t want anyone to worry, but the last few days are just too overwhelming for him. He snivelled, his tears started to fall again and his hands went to cover his face, “I-I can’t do this, Isu”.

Shibisu approached him slowly and wrapped his arm around him to comfort his friend.

“It’s a mistake that I went here in the first place”, Bam sobbed, “it hurts”.

“shh”, Shibisu patted his back a few times.

“he’s different, he’s not Khun, I know, I really do”.

Shibisu hummed.

“though there’s a naive part of me that really want to believe that it was wrong, that he’s him. But he’s not!”

“I know. But you can’t blame him because he didn’t match your expectations”.

“should I go back then? there’s no point for me to be here”.

“how about you give him a chance first?”, honestly Shibisu couldn’t stand seeing his friend suffering like this, but if this Khun can make Bam feels better, then so be it. “just one month. After that you can decide whether to go back or to stay with him”.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, Mr.Bam”.

“?”

“how long have you been in this tower?”

Bam thinks, “over one millennium”.

“wha-?! That’s really long. Are you immortal?”

“no”.

“why not?”

“I’m…not ready for the consequences”.

- - - - -

“aren’t you busy, Mr.Bam?”

“no, I’m quite free”.

“then you’re okay to be my mentor right?”

“…”

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, can I ask where are you going after this?”

“home”.

“are you going to take me?”

“…depends”.

- - - - -

After two weeks, Bam finally gathered enough courage to start a conversation.

“what do you seek in the tower?”

“I’m not sure. My mother doesn’t want me and my father doesn’t care, why I was born then? I think I’m seeking for a 'purpose’. Climbing the tower sounds fun, though I don’t know what I wanted when I reached the top yet”.

“I see”, Bam changes the subject. “then what do you seek in me?”

“huh?”

“you said you want to be my apprentice right? Why?”

“uh, that’s…because you’re strong, I want to be like you”.

“following me doesn’t guarantee you to be strong, you must train really hard to get it”.

“I know, I’ll do my best!”

- - - - -

“so you knew I’m Viole”.

“I’m a light bearer remember?”

“took you long enough”, Bam teased.

“the information was buried quite deep”, Khun defended.

“then…are you afraid of me?”

“no, why should I?”, Khun quickly replied, “you, a really great person and also one of the legends, watching over me from all people? I couldn’t think of anything better!”

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam!”, Khun is determined, “please be my mentor!”

“even when you’re aware that we’re in a different class? I’m a wave controller, I can’t teach you much about being a lightbearer, you know that”.

“but they’re a perfect combination right? Besides, you have the experiences and acquaintances”.

“I also have enemies you know?”

“that’s why I want to be stronger and fight with you!”

“…”, this Khun looks just like the younger him, full of passion and spirit. He can’t refuse that look, can he?, “it’ll be a very long path, are you sure?”

“yes!”

- - - - -

“did you make this yourself, Mr.Bam?!”, Khun exclaimed after tasting his pasta.

Bam nods.

“it’s so good! The best one I’ve ever tasted. Can you teach me?”

“sure”.

- - - - -

Bam uses his ability to heal Khun’s injury that he got on the training.

“oww”.

“when I said train really hard, I don’t mean this hard”, Bam can’t help but smile remembering his own training days when he passed out from exhaustion at least once a week, what an irony. Luckily Khun only got a few light scratches, so it’ll only take a few minutes to heal, “be careful next time”.

“…okay”.

- - - - -

Bam starting to get used to Khun and without realizing, their bond is getting stronger.

They’ve been together for almost 7 years and now on their way to the 23rd floor.

“you did a good job”, Bam patted his head.

“I’m not a kid!”

“but you like it, don’t you?”

“s-shut up!”, Khun blushed out of embarrassment because he’s being watched by his teammates right now, “don’t do that in front of them!”, Khun whisper-shouted at Bam.

Bam chuckled, “too late, they’ve seen it”.

Bam is close to all of his team members as well, seems like Bam slowly becomes not only their mentor but also a father figure, though none of them think of it that way…yet.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, I have a question”, Khun asked him.

“what is it?”

“the blue thing you always bring, what’s that?”

Bam gingerly took out the blue fabric from his pocket and unfolded it, “it’s…his. He once wore it as a hair tie”.

“oh…I see”, Khun recognized the pattern, “He must be really important to you”.

“yeah, he is”.

- - - - -

“I just realized you never called me by name, Mr.Bam”.

Bam just realized it as well, “uh…”

“that’s okay, you don’t need to”.

- - - - -

One of Khun’s teammates died on the test, Khun was quite close to her and he’s getting a bit down because of it.

Khun sat beside Bam and curled himself up. It’s not like him to be sad about it, but at the moment, he just needs someone to guide him through this new emotion.

“Mr.Bam, how does it feel to lost someone?”

“depends. If you don’t really know them, you might only be upset for awhile. But if you deeply care for them, it may feel even worse than the death itself”.

“you’ve experienced it right? the second one”.

“…yeah”.

“will the feeling ever go away?”

“I don’t know, I guess it won’t”, Bam confessed, “you just have to get used to it”.

“…I’m sorry. It must be hard for you too”.

They sat in silence. Khun is mourning for his late friend while Bam reminiscing about his own past.

They said death give meaning to life. By knowing everything didn’t last forever, Bam has came to appreciate every moments that he had experienced.

The happy and exciting moments, the harsh and tense moments, every laugh, every tears, every fight, every wounds that he shared, with them, with his friends and with both Khuns. Every one of them are precious, even the most painful one.

Now it’s time for him to reconcile with the past so he could live in the present.

“you know?”, Bam broke the silence, “it’s okay to be upset, you can mourn over her for as long as it takes and in any way you like. But remember to cherish every moments that life gives, don’t let your grief hold you back from the world around you”.

Khun processed the words for a moment, but he has yet to understand it. Even so, he smiled to appreciate Mr.Bam’s efforts.

Bam smiled back.

A moment passed.

“Mr.Bam”.

“hm?”

“may I ask what happened to. . .him?”

“…”

“I-I’m sorry, just forget it. You don’t have to answer—”.

“no, it’s okay. You deserve to know”, Bam prepares himself for the inevitable. “that time we were in the middle of a fight, the enemies were tough and we went on our separate ways. Then he…got hit pretty bad. I got his message and immediately went to his place, there’s blood everywhere, from both him and the enemies. He’d lost too much of his own that there’s no chance that he would survived, I was a little too late”. Bam went quiet for a moment as his vision began to blur.

Khun listened intently.

“we had a short talk, and that time I just realized how much he cared for me. Everything that he did since the beginning was all for me, to be with me, even when we disagreed on each other plan, in the end he always went with mine and did his best to make it succeed. I…regret that I realized his feeling far too late”, Bam looked away so Khun won’t see the tears that threatening to spill from his eyes. “I was too focused on gathering power to protect others that I forgot I also dragged my friends into the danger. I asked for too much that I ended up losing mine”.

A moment of silence before Khun finally decided to say something to ease the awkwardness.

“Mr.Bam, what was he like?”

“he’s…”, Bam stared at the distance, trying to remember his happy moments with him. “he’s smart but also cunning, a perfectionist and a bit manipulative when it came into planning. He always went with the most rational ways, really the opposite of me”, Bam smiled, “people might say he’s cold and heartless, but once you know him, you’d know that he cared. He’s my most trusted someone, my best friend”, Bam looks at Khun warmly, “he was just like you”.

“I remember Mr.Isu said you used to be the heart of your team, is that means he’s the brain?”, Khun joked.

Bam chuckled, “you could say that”.

- - - - -

They met Shibisu’s team on the way to the 36th floor, Rak is there too.

“it’s black turtle!”, cheered Rak.

“Bam!”, Shibisu greeted him, “you look…different, but in a good way”.

“really?”

“yes. Glad everything went well”, Shibisu smiled and gave him a few pats on the shoulder.

While Bam get to greet the others, Shibisu approached Khun who’s gathering with his teammates, “hey there”.

“oh, Mr.Isu, long time no see”, Khun greeted.

“I just want to thank you, for not giving up on him”.

“there’s no need, I’m the one who should thank you for helping me”.

“you’re welcome all the same”, Shibisu patted his head. “anyways, I heard from Bam that you’re all getting promoted to D-class regulars yesterday, how about I treat you guys tonight to celebrate it?”

- - - - -

“so he’s the new blue turtle?”

“turtle??”, Khun raised an eyebrow.

“he’s his own person, Rak”, Bam objected.

“I’ll still call him blue turtle though”.

- - - - -

“so Mr.Rak, are you a crocodile or an alligator?”, Khun asked him.

“…”, Rak stared at him in astonishment, “it’s really weird on how different and similar you turtles are”.

- - - - -

“let me get this straight. You’re not only knew Ms.Endorsi but you guys are also friends with her?!?”, said one of Khun’s teammates who’s a big fan of her, “my goodness, I’m so lucky to be here”.

“you want me to introduce you to her?”, Shibisu offered.

“yes please!!”

“don’t get your hopes too high tho, she might be different than what you think”.

- - - - -

“oh my! It’s-it’s really you!!”, he cheered, “m-may I get your sign p-please?”

“no”, Endorsi replied coldly.

“but—”

“when I said no then it’s a no”.

They can somehow hear his heart shattered.

Endorsi glanced around after finding no more interest on him, and Khun immediately caught her attention, “hm?”, she observed him more carefully, “wait, you seem familiar”, and then she looked at Bam, “ah!!”

“yeah, I get that a lot”, Khun chuckled, he’s starting to get used to it.

Bam covered his mouth to hide his amusement.

- - - - -

They continue their journey. While Rak stays with Bam, Khun and the others, they parted with Shibisu’s team because they have another business to attend.

Years passed, Khun and his team has grown stronger. Now they’re on their way to the 50th floor, just a few more floors left to where Bam once lived.

“Mr.Bam, we’re almost there right?”

“yeah”.

“are you…going to stay there once we arrived?”

“I guess so”.

“won’t you come with us?”

“you’re not kids anymore, you don’t need me to watch over you everytime”.

Khun couldn’t argue if Mr.Bam already made up his mind. And he’s also right, he can’t depend on him forever. Though he’s hoping that Mr.Bam can watch over him for a little longer.

- - - - -

“so this is it?”

Khun and the team arrived at the 53rd floor, along with Bam and Rak.

“Rak, could you show them where I live?”, Bam asked, “I have something to do”.

Rak understands. He knew that Bam needs some time for himself after years away from his 'home’, so he’ll help him to buy some time. “come, turtles! The leader Rak will show you the way!”

They all followed Rak. Well, except for Khun of course, who’s secretly following Bam out of his curiosity.

“you don’t need to hide”, Bam easily caught his act.

“sorry”, Khun came to walk alongside him, “so where are you going?”

Bam doesn’t need to answer him as they have reached the destination and entered a flower shop.

“welcome! Oh it’s you, long time no see”, the shopkeeper greeted him. “and who’s this?”

“I’m his apprentice”, Khun answered proudly.

“I see”, the shopkeeper smiled at Khun, she picked up a book called 'the language of flowers’ from the counter and handed it to him, “here, maybe you’ll be interested”. She returned her attention to Bam, “so what can I get you?”

“may I have a white stargazer lily with daffodils, a red rose and a sweet pea, please?”

“that’s new”.

“also, do you have pink tulips?”

“yes, let me pick them up”.

- - - - -

Such a peaceful face, as if he were sleeping. Mr.Bam was right, he looks just like him.

They stood in front of a grave which surface is covered with glass that allows them to see the inside quite clearly.

Bam kneels, he took the withered flowers off the nearby vase and replaced it with the one he bought. One red rose (love), a sweet pea (thank you, farewell/see you again) and daffodils (rebirth, new beginning).

Khun stays quiet and let Bam mourn for his late friend.

“I’m back. Thanks for waiting”, Bam whispered to himself. He could sit there all day, talking about the last few years when he was away, there’s so much he wants to tell him, but he decided to do it next time as right now Khun is with him.

Bam handed Khun a white stargazer lily (sympathy) for him to place it himself, “here, if you want to”.

Khun gladly took the lily and place it in the vase.

- - - - -

They went back to where his team were waiting. Rak was trying to make them busy and relieved when Bam came back.

“here, I bought you something”, Bam took the pink tulips and gave one to each of them, “it stands for good wishes”.

“so you really are staying Mr.Bam?”, they look dissapointed.

“yeah”, he’s also not willing to let them go, but “don’t worry, you’re welcome here anytime”.

- - - - -

The day before his team went to take the exam to the next floor, Khun came back to the flower shop.

“may I borrow the book you show me that day?”

“sure, go ahead”.

Khun picked up the book and began reading, he searched for the meaning he’s looking for and decided which flower he wants to buy. “do you have azalea?”

- - - - -

After they departed, Bam came back to his house and noticed the small new flower tree in his backyard, there’s also a note beside it that reads 'take care’. He smiled warmly.

Rak apparently, had gone with them as their guardian. Cause without realizing, he’s been attached to them as well.

Bam admits that he misses them already, but right now he needs some time for himself.

- - - - -

It’s indeed different without Mr.Bam, everyone in the team thinks so too.

Normally, after they successfully passed a test, Mr.Bam would gave every one of them a pat on the head and said “good job guys!”. Even if they can call him, it just doesn’t feel the same.

They also miss his cooking, nobody in the team can make dinner as good as him. Eating them after a hard day training has become their routine, it’s always boosted up their mood.

When there’s doubt, Mr.Bam always there to help them, even only to gave them company. They realized that he’s become the heart of their team as well.

And now everything’s different, but they can’t depend on Mr.Bam forever, it’s their chance to proof that they can stand on their own feets.

- - - - -

Bam spend his first few weeks mostly in the cemetery, he has a lot to talk about with.

Khun and the team call him once in a while, usually just to inform him on how they’re doing.

About one year later Shibisu and his team arrived at 53rd floor, they paid Bam a visit. They had a small party in his house, the first party after…well, after they got Bam back thousand years ago from workshop battle. Nothing much to mention though, mostly just absurdity, but at least they had fun. They stayed there for a month before leaving.

And Bam is back to his routine.

- - - - -

Khun and the others are on video call, “Mr.Bam, how are you?”

“I’m fine”.

“by the way, we’ve made it to 57th floor!”

“oh! congrats!”

“and the food here is quite good, I suppose you’ve tried it already but let’s eat together some time”.

“sure thing”.

- - - - -

Wangnan suddenly contacted Bam. He sent him a photo of Khun and his team with Rak nearby that he took secretly.

“V-viole, am I seeing this right?!”

“huh?”, Bam takes a closer look at the picture, “yeah”.

“b-but—, wha—?, how?! I thought—”

“no, he’s not him, if that’s what you’re asking”.

“huh??…hmm…ohh!”, it clicked, “that means you know them right?”

“yes”, Bam said somehow proudly.

“then I’ll go greet them”.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, can you please tell Mr.Rak not to be lazy?”, Khun complained.

“I’m not!”

“you eat bananas all day and always wake up really late, how’s that not lazy?!”

“you’re the one who should take it easy, you damn blue turtle! Don’t overwork yourself”.

“guys, come on”, Bam shook his head in amusement.

- - - - -

“I heard the floor you’re staying now isn’t really safe”, Bam contacted them, “be careful okay?”

“got it!”

- - - - -

“uhh Mr.Bam”, they’re on the call, “we met this strange ranker that you might know”, said one of them, “he also called you by your other name”, Khun added.

“I’m not strange”, Jinsung ha took over the call, “I’m just asking on how’s my Viole doing”.

“your Viole?”, they raised their eyebrows.

“a high ranker talking to us regulars is already strange, how did you know that we know Mr.Bam?”, one of them retorted.

“he’s my disciple, of course I know”.

“is that true Mr.Bam?”

“well, yea”.

“Viole never told you about me?!”, Jinsung looks dissapointed.

“uhh”, they try to avoid eye contact.

- - - - -

How long has it been? 3 years maybe. Khun and his team has reached 64th floor, time sure flies really fast.

“M-Mr.Bam!”, one of Khun’s teammates calls him in distress.

Bam quickly senses something’s wrong, “what is it?”

“it’s Khun—”

- - - - -

Bam didn’t think twice and immediately went to their place, it took him only 2 days to arrive.

Khun is lying on the bed, bandages covering all over his torso. His friends were also there, one in the room with Rak and the rest of them are on the balcony.

Bam slammed open the door, “Khun!”

“Mr.Bam?!?”, Khun didn’t expect him to be there.

Bam is thankful just to know Khun is alive, he sighed with relief. But still, “you scared me”.

“sorry”.

Bam uses his skill to heal him, but because his wound is quite severe, it’ll still needs time to heal.

Meanwhile, Khun wants to yell at whoever called Mr.Bam with 'didn’t I tell you not to call him?!’, but he keeps it to himself. Because since Mr.Bam is already here, he can’t ask him to go back, there’s no need for him to be mad anymore.

The room is quiet, Khun tries to think of something else to preoccupied his mind so that the pain won’t hurt too much.

Khun suddenly realized something, “by the way, Mr.Bam”.

“hm?”

“that’s the first time you called my name”.

- - - - -

“don’t move too much”, Bam warned Khun, “your wound hasn’t healed yet”.

But Khun is itching to move from his boring bed, he sighed and gave Bam a pleading stare.

“don’t give me that look, you know it’s for the best”.

- - - - -

“Mr.Bam, do I need to add the salt or the pepper first?”

“it doesn’t matter, the point is to make it tasty”.

“but I thought cooking has rules”, Khun is confused.

“it does. But it’s not as complicated as you think”.

- - - - -

Urek is with them, wearing a formal clothes with a bouquet of flowers on his hand, “how do I look?”

“great”.

“then, wish me luck, baby~!”

After he left, Rak whispered to Bam, “I bet ten bananas that the hopeless turtle gonna get rejected”.

Bam facepalmed internally, “are we seriously going with this again?”

- - - - -

“Bam!!”, Yuri approached him with outstretched arms, “how are you?”

“ah, Miss.Yuri”, Bam returned the hug, “I’m fine”.

Meanwhile in the distance, Evan has his attention on Khun, “huh? Aren’t you—”

“dead? Nope”, Khun quickly answered him, “did I know you?”

- - - - -

“so, what have you learned from Mr.Evan?”, Bam asked.

“should I explain it or demonstrate them instead?”, Khun said with a smug.

- - - - -

One day Bam suddenly had a weird feeling. It’s really rare for him to feel so…insecure, probably because he misses 'him’. He decided to have a short talk with Khun.

“what is it, Mr.Bam?”

“are you going to be okay on your own?”

“why did you ask? Are you feeling homesick?”

“not exactly, but you could say that”.

Khun gave him a smile, “I can take care of myself, don’t worry about me”.

- - - - -

Bam came back from his walk, he opened the door and shouted, “I’m back!”, like always. But no one answered, that’s odd. He took a few steps forward, “Rak?”, he shouted again, still no answer, “Khun? Everyone?”, the room is still quiet.

Then he stepped on something, a paper with an address written on it, there’s also a message on the back that make his stomach dropped. “meet me at the place I mentioned tomorrow unless you want them dead”.

- - - - -

Khun and his team were being kidnapped by someone who holds a grudge against Bam. After a long talk, they finally settled on a deal. In exchange for their lives, Bam took an unknown curse that condemned him to die in a few weeks.

Everyone hardly slept for days to find the cure. If they can’t find it soon, Bam has no other choice. He’s almost at his limit.

Unfortunately, despite how much time they spent, they still found nothing. Let alone on how to get rid of the curse, there’s not even a single mention about it.

“that’s enough guys, thank you for your hard work”, Bam spoke up, “there’s no need for that anymore”.

“are you giving up black turtle!?”, Rak couldn’t believe what he had just heard, “it’s not like you to give up that easily”.

“what can I say?”, Bam gave a halfhearted laugh as he rolled up his sleeve to reveal his arm, everyone who saw it could tell that they’re running out of time.

“I don’t want it to end like this!”, one of them cried.

“it’s not the end”, Bam reassured.

“there must be a way!”

Bam felt some kind of deja vu.

“Bam…”, Shibisu called him.

“?”

Shibisu turned his head to look at Khun who’s sitting in the corner, still fixed up on his lighthouse. Typing, searching, reading, anything to keep himself busy and pretend all of the conversations that he heard isn’t real.

Bam realized that Khun has been very silent for a long time, though he can understand what Khun might feel right now, it must be the same feeling of helplessness, just like that day.

Bam approached him and spoke softly, “you can stop now”.

Khun’s hands halted, he didn’t move an inch and keep staring at the screen.

“I’m sorry”, Bam apologized.

Khun’s eyes watered, he placed his clenched fists on his lap and bowed his head, trying not to breakdown.

“are you mad at me?”

Khun quickly shook his head. He isn’t mad at Bam, he’s mad at himself who can’t find a way to help him. He’s a lightbearer damn it, it’s his job to find informations to help his team. But he failed. His tears started falling down one after another.

Bam took a step forward and held him closer in an embrace. Khun quickly wrapped his arms tightly around him and started sobbing into his clothes.

“don’t cry”.

Khun shook his head again, how can he not cry at a time like this?! Khun hugs him tighter and buried his face deeper into him.

The room is quiet, Bam keep stroking his hair until he calmed down.

“I don’t mind dying as long as you’re safe”, Bam tries to reassure him.

“but I don’t want it if it means you won’t be here!”, Khun shouted his pent up frustration.

Bam is at a loss for words because he knew the feeling too well.

His teammates approached them one by one and Bam pulled them into a group hug.

“don’t leave us, Mr.Bam”, one of them cried.

“Mr.Bam… ”, they sobbed.

Bam closes his eyes and appreciate their warmth for the last time, “that day, I never thought that I’ll get the chance to experience happiness again. But you proved that I was wrong. The time that I spent with you are one of the best gift that life ever gave to me”, Bam smiled, “thank you”.

All of them breaking into tears, they hug Bam tighter and no one wants to let go.

They stay like that for a while before Bam pulled away from the hug and patted their heads, “take care, okay?”

“no, please don’t leave us”.

“Mr.Bam…”

Bam approached Rak and paused before him.

“black turtle…”, Rak is filled with so much emotions, he doesn’t know what else to say.

Bam kneels and pulled Rak into a hug, Rak immediately returned the gesture.

“don’t be sad, Rak. It’s fine”, but a tear trickled down his cheek because it hurts him to say goodbye. He felt his heart crumbles into pieces as he said, “it’s fine”, but even so, he smiles, “because, I can finally see him again”.

Rak tighten his hug.

“oh Bam…”, Shibisu instinctively went to comfort him.

They eventually pulled out from the hug. Rak didn’t say anything but anyone can tell that he’s upset, and so does Shibisu. They want to cry, to scream, anything that can prevent Bam to leave, but they know it won’t, so they hold their feeling back and keep themselves strong, for Bam and everyone else’s sake.

“Rak, Isu, take care. I’ll leave them to you”.

“of course!”

“you don’t have to ask”.

- - - - -

They were devastated. Not only Khun and his teammates, but also all of Bam’s close friends who’s got the unexpected news.

Meanwhile, Khun accidentally found an unfinished photo album in Bam’s work desk when he’s about to clean his room. He opened it out of curiosity.

Inside, there’s a photo when he and his team finally got promoted into D-class regulars, with a handwritten 'I’m proud of you!’ on the corner. A photo of them lying around on the ground full of sweat after a hard day training, with a handwritten 'keep it up!’

There’s also photos of them on their first cooking lesson, when they accidentally set the kitchen on fire. A photo when they had a sleepover after an exhausting day. Also a photo when they had a fight against each other over a silly thing. There’s even a photo of his late friend’s funeral.

Khun can’t help the tears that already streaming down on his face. He remembered that Mr.Bam once told him to cherish every moments that he experienced, because now he finally understood how valuable those moments are.

- - - - -

“Bam!”, a familiar blue haired man waved his hand in the distance.

Bam turned to look at him. Realizing who it is, he smiles brightly and came running to get him, almost knocking him off with a hug.

“I missed you!”, Bam burst into happy tears, “I missed you so much!”

Khun chuckled, “I missed you more”.

#tower of god #tog #bam #baam #khun #koon #25th bam #25th baam #khun aguero agnis #shibisu #ship leesoo #rak #rak wraithraiser #khunbam #koonbaam #bamxkhun #my art #fanfic #my fanfic

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Tree House Kisses, Chapter 17 (Adorney) - Scorpio and Veronica

A/N: Click here for previous chapters. Xoxo!

Chapter Summary: Courtney and Adore try out for the Spring Musical.

Chapter 17: Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee

ADORE: Meet me in the tree house?

PEARL: Now?

ADORE: Are you busy?

PEARL: No, I’m OMW

Adore sat on the old tattered bean bag, picking at its already worn fabric. It had been two days since Pearl’s New Year’s party and all Adore was able to think about was her encounter with Violet that night. Well, not too much the encounter, but what triggered it.

Pearl popped into the tree house, surprising Adore out of her thoughts. She watched the blonde pull the yellow bean bag up next to her red one before plopping down.

“So… what’s up?” Pearl asked, settling in.

“Uh, I need to tell you something,” Adore started, not actually sure where or how to start.

“Cool, what it is?”

Pearl’s nonchalant attitude was usually a welcoming one for Adore. That was one of Adore’s favorite things about Pearl; nothing bothered her, but then again she never involved herself in anything to be bothered. This time, Pearl’s laidback demeanor only sent Adore’s anxiety soaring through the roof.

“Did you want to smoke?” Pearl asked. “Because I don’t have anything on me. I mean, I can, like call up Willam’s guy, but there’s-”

“No, I don’t want to smoke right now. I just need to get this off my chest,” Adore interrupted the blonde as she tried to figure out which words she needed to use to convey the message she wanted to say.

“Oh, shit. Do I need popcorn?” Pearl joked, and Adore shot her a look that made her realize that this was not the moment. “I’m sorry. What did you want to tell me?” Pearl asked, hoping Adore wasn’t going to regret asking her to come over.

“I hooked up with Violet. At your party. In the bathroom. Right when the Darienne, Jamin, Gia drama started. While one of my friends was having her heart broken I was--”

“Woah, woah! Wait…” Pearl held her hand up, finding herself overwhelmed by information being hurled at her.

Adore’s eyes started to water as the girls sat in silence for a second.

Pearl ran a hand through her long blonde hair, before looking up at Adore.

“I’m sorry,” Adore blurted out, afraid that maybe she had just ruined a friendship, all because she couldn’t keep her emotions intact.

Pearl shook her head in disbelief, “Why are you sorry?”

“Because… I know you like Violet.” Adore pulled her legs up to herself, resting her chin on her knee as she fingered at a tear in her jeans.

“I don’t-”

“Pearl, it’s obvious.” Adore looked up at the blonde, her face twisted up in a mix of emotions, “and that’s what makes it more fucked up. The whole thing is fucked up, man,” Adore said, more to herself than to Pearl.

Pearl leaned against the wall of the tree house, closing her eyes to gather her thoughts. Pearl did not like drama; she didn’t have the energy to deal with it.

“Don’t worry bout it,” Pearl finally spoke, reaching over to Adore to nudge her, making her look up from the tear in her jeans. “I mean, yeah, Violet’s hot, but you and her have history. And I’m just glad she doesn’t hate me anymore, honestly. So, there’s nothing to apologize about. I mean if you had… um… a good… uh, if that’s what you like, wanted or whatever. Then you don’t need to worry, dude.” Pearl fumbled to find the words to assure Adore.

“I regret it.”

Hazel eyes met blue eyes and a silence took over them again.

“You wanna know why?” Adore asked, voice breaking.

Pearl was tempted to say no, but she knew that Adore needed someone to talk to.

“They’re always so lovey-dovey and cute and in my fucking face!”

Pearl didn’t need to ask to know who Adore was talking about.

“It’s times like that when I remember that... and Violet was always a distraction. A pretty face to help me think about other things, and at your party it was just too much.”

Pearl stayed quiet, just listening. She never really asked Adore about her relationship with Courtney, but she knew that it was the type where someone could end up with a broken heart. So, it made sense that Adore and Violet would hook up. Pearl didn’t know much about Fame and Violet’s relationship, but she had her guesses that it wasn’t much different.

“Maybe... You should talk to Violet about all this,” Pearl suggested, not really sure what to do.

Adore wiped her eyes, smearing eyeliner and mascara across her face. “I don’t want to. Just wanna act like nothing happened,” she shook her head.

First day back from winter break and Adore was already ready for spring break. She was dreading a lot of things that she would have no choice but to face now that she was back at school. Violet had texted her a few times since she had last seen her at Pearl’s party, but Adore ignored them, not ready to face the brunette.

She tried to ignore Courtney too, but that prove to be much harder and the two ended up hanging out. The entire time Courtney cuddled up to her on the couch, Adore tried to list the reasons she should forget about her feelings and just be happy for her best friend.

As Adore made her way to her locker, she hesitated when she saw Trinity and Violet. Somehow the invitation to let Pearl use her locker had extended to the rest of the group. Not that Adore minded, because Fame’s locker had also turned into the groups’ shared locker so Adore didn’t have to make trips halfway across the school between classes anymore.

“Hey, Adore. Oh shit, you look tired. Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Trinity asked as Adore approached them.

Violet didn’t speak, her doe eyes burning into Adore’s head. Adore could only imagine all the things going through Violet’s head. If there was one thing Adore knew Violet hated more than most things--it was being ignored.

“Yeah, my sleep schedule got fucked over the break,” Adore nodded.

“Girl, you telling me. I was sleeping in till like one. I’m surprised I got up this morning,” Trinity flipped her hair over her shoulder. Adore nodded, shifting awkwardly in place.

When Trinity noticed Violet’s sudden silence and Adore’s awkwardness, her brows frowned in confusion.

“Are y’all okay? You guys aren’t fighting are you?” Trinity asked, looking back and forth between the two.

“No, of course not.” Adore quickly tried to put Trinity’s assumptions to rest, but Violet’s shrugging of her shoulders made Trinity raise an eyebrow.

“Oh, shit. Something did happen,” Trinity smirked.

“No! Nothing happened.” Adore grew defensive and Trinity sidestepped to stand next to Violet.

“Really, nothing happened?” Violet finally spoke up, her tone condescending.

“Vi…”

“Well, Trinity. Adore has spoken, nothing happened,” Violet said.

Adore rolled her eyes, not sure what other reaction she expected from Violet.

“Viol-”

“Uhm, I think we should go get our new schedules.” Violet grabbed Trinity’s wrist and dragged her off.

Adore leaned against the locker, sighing to herself. She knew that she needed to get her emotions together before things got out of control.

“Dory! Dory!” Courtney raced through the hall, nearly knocking over several bewildered freshman before breathlessly catching up with Adore in front of their English class.

“You alright, there?” Adore asked, seeing her friend’s flushed cheeks.

“Yeah, I’m just, I just wanted to tell you about…” Courtney panted, holding her side, clearly suffering from a cramp. She gulped for air, smiling widely. “Mrs. Maguire just announced the Spring musical and it’s GREASE and auditions are Tuesday!” Courtney clapped her hands, jumping up and down.

Adore laughed. “Cool. Was it worth collapsing your lung, though?”

“Adore! Grease! Don’t you remember how we used to watch Grease like, at least twice a week?! We’re gonna kill it!”

Adore slung an arm around Courtney’s shoulders and lead her inside the classroom.

“I love how you think we’re the only kids who danced around our living rooms to that movie, Court. You’re like, the perfect amount of delusional to be a musical theatre star.”

Courtney beamed at her. “Why, thank you, Ms. Delano.”

The truth was, Adore was really looking forward to the musical. For one thing, she desperately needed a break from all the Violet drama. And for another, despite knowing she was gonna have to put up with Courtney and Roy’s irritating PDA, it was an excuse to hang out with her bestie without all the cheerleaders (only Alyssa and Shangie did the plays, and they didn’t bother her nearly as much as the other bitches). But most of all, it was a creative outlet that she didn’t ordinarily have. Pearl had her art, Violet had ballet and orchestra, Fame had fashion design, but music and acting was Adore’s chance to be free. She loved to be onstage, and more than anything, she loved to sing.

Even last year in West Side Story, when she was just a part of the ensemble, had been one of the best experiences of her life. Especially since Courtney had charmed her way into being one of the Shark girls, despite being cast as a Jet. (Something about how she was a quarter Brazilian and so it was really important to her cultural heritage to be on the Puerto Rican side. Which of course Mrs. Maguire knew was bullshit, but she gave in anyway as long as she agreed to wear a black wig and “not do an offensive accent.”)

“So,” Adore said. “I assume you’re going for Sandy. Think I have a chance at Rizzo?”

“Duh!” Courtney said. “You only have the best voice in the whole school, Adore. You should sing ‘There Are Worse Things I Could Do’ for your audition. Everyone will lose their minds.” She hugged Adore around the neck, giggling happily.

“You know,” Alyssa said, as Courtney skipped down the aisle back to her seat, exceedingly pleased with her audition, “That song isn’t even in the play. It was just in the movie.”

Courtney’s face fell. “It’s not?” She turned to Darienne. How could ‘Hopelessly Devoted to You’ not be in the musical? “Is that true?”

“Um, maybe, I’m not sure. But it doesn’t matter, Court, you were really good! Don’t worry about it!” Darienne gave her a sunny smile and a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.

“Thanks.” Courtney sat back down in her seat. She knew it was a long shot, but she had been praying that she had a chance at Sandy. She was confident that she could pull off the innocent sweet act, as well as the bad girl at the end. And Adore was totally killing it onstage. How awesome would it be if they ended up as Sandy and Rizzo?

Roy, who was currently waiting in the wings, waved at her. He was going to get Danny, no question about it. She blew him a kiss and he caught it, winking.

She sighed happily. What would be better than starring in a musical with her boyfriend and her best friend? She started to get butterflies in her stomach thinking about the three of them getting to spend all that time together. Adore finished her performance and Courtney clapped her hands enthusiastically, excited for the amazing semester they were about to have.

“We’re only sophomores, Court. We’re probably not getting lead roles.”

“I know, I know,” the blonde said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Adore smiled, unable to stop herself from catching some of Courtney’s infectious enthusiasm. They had a lot of very talented kids in their school, and Adore knew that Mrs. Maguire liked to reward the upperclassmen. She’d seen Darienne’s amazing audition, and figured that the odds of her getting Rizzo were pretty high. Adore also knew that Courtney had her heart set on Sandy, but she herself was really just hoping to be one of the Pink Ladies. She thought Frenchie was a fun part, and that way she’d get to wear fun colored wigs. And the other ones, she couldn’t remember their names, but they both had bigger singing parts, so that was cool.

“There it is!” Courtney’s eyes were round as she spotted the wall outside the theatre where Mrs. Maguire had posted the cast list. She turned to Adore. “Omigod, I’m so nervous.”

Adore took her hand and lead her decisively across the courtyard. “Time to rip off the band-aid!”

Courtney squealed a little under her breath as they stepped up to the bulletin board. She closed her eyes and then opened them. She caught Roy’s name immediately. Danny Zuko. No shock there. She looked to see who was playing Sandy, praying hard. Alyssa Edwards. Her chest deflated a little. Well...okay. She was only a sophomore, as Adore said. They had two more years for lead roles, and this show had tons of other good parts. Darienne was playing Rizzo. (Courtney could hear Darienne behind her, currently bitching about the fact that she finally had a lead and of course her douchebag ex-boyfriend was playing Kenickie, someone shoot her in the face.) She saw Adore’s name high up on the list too, as Marty, one of the Pink Ladies.

She kept looking on the list, her heart sinking a little the more she looked. Where was her name? Was she in the show at all? She finally found her name, at the bottom, under “Ensemble.” So not even one line? Tears stung her eyes, and she felt so stupid for thinking that she had a chance at a starring role. Adore was no longer holding her hand, having been pulled into the group of kids celebrating and chattering excitedly. Courtney took a deep breath.

Alyssa shrieked happily beside her. “Omigod, Dari, I got the part! Can you believe it!?”

No, Courtney thought to herself. Alyssa was not the best singer, and a barely passable actress. Frankly, Courtney didn’t understand this casting at all. Sure, she was an amazing dancer, and yeah, she had pretty good stage presence, but...Courtney told herself not to be bitter.

“Hey, gorgeous…” Roy slipped his arms around her from behind.

Courtney turned around, kissing him and then plastering a sunny smile across her face. “Hi. Congratulations.”

Alyssa sauntered up to them. “Hey Roy, looks like we’re playing romantic leads again. You better not try anything naughty this time.”

Roy rolled his eyes. “I’ll do my best, Edwards.”

Courtney raised an eyebrow. “‘Again’?”

Roy shook his head, pulling her closer. “I think she’s talking about the seventh grade talent show? We did a lip sync to ‘Leader of the Pack.’”

Courtney giggled. “Sounds like an epic romance. Sure you’re gonna be able to resist her charms?”

He groaned. “Why couldn’t you have been Sandy?”

“Rub it in, please.”

“Sorry.”

Courtney kissed him on the cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

They went inside the theatre to get their scripts and CDs with the music, and Courtney’s day got a little brighter. Mrs. Maguire pulled her into the office and asked her if she’d be willing to understudy for Alyssa. “I know it’s not glamorous, but I think you’re very talented, and I need people I can trust to step in if anything happens. Darienne was an understudy last year for Anita and that’s half the reason I know she can handle a lead this year.”

Courtney agreed enthusiastically, anxious to prove herself to Mrs. Maguire.

“And also, there’s a solo part that I didn’t post, because I expected to give it out once we get into rehearsals and hear how everyone’s voices blend, but I think you’d be really great for the Radio Singer in ‘It’s Raining On Prom Night.’ I’d like you to try it at the read-though, and assuming you can sing it without completely overpowering Alyssa, it’ll be yours.”

“Okay, sure!” Courtney felt some relief. Maybe there was hope for her musical theatre career yet.

“Just remember, it’s the 50s, so none of that Mariah stuff.” She winked.

Courtney giggled nervously. “I’ll do my best.”

“Ugh, assigned seats?” Roy grumbled, looking at the set-up for the cast read-through. He gripped her hand. “Don’t go.”

Courtney kissed him and deposited him in the seat next to the other lead cast members, feeling a bit unsympathetic to his plight.

“You’ll survive.” She started to walk towards the section where the other ensemble cast was supposed to sit, but paused to say hi to Adore, leaning over the table to give her bestie a hug. “Hey! I was listening to the songs and I really like yours.”

“I know, right?! It’s pretty funny that I’m playing the boy-crazy one, though,” Adore laughed.

Courtney winked. “Truly type casting.”

“What’s type casting?” asked a husky voice.

Adore turned to see Raja Gemini, the sexy, badass senior who was playing Frenchie, slipping into the seat beside her. A small thrill ran through her, when Raja’s dark, mysterious eyes locked with hers.

They had never exchanged words, like ever, but since freshmen year, Adore has always had a low-key crush on the older girl. “Oh, um...me...playing a character who’s obsessed with boys.”

Raja chuckled. “Oh, yeah, I’ve heard that about you.”

Adore could feel a blush creeping into her cheeks, which was only exacerbated by Raja’s hand suddenly reaching out and caressing her sleeve.

“This jacket is amazing. Is it real leather?” Raja leaned in to get a better look at the jacket, before looking up to meet Adore’s eyes.

“I think so? I got it from that thrift store on 6th Street.”

“Fuck, I love that place. I wanna do something really cool like this for the T-Bird and Pink Lady jackets. I already told Mrs. Maguire that we have to get something fucking rad,” Raja smiled at Adore and Adore swore her heart went into overtime.

Adore gazed into her eyes. “Yeah, sounds...sounds great.”

Courtney cleared her throat. “I’m gonna go find my seat. Do you still wanna hang out later?”

“Hmmm?” Adore tore her eyes from Raja’s and turned to Courtney. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

Courtney smiled tensely and skipped away.

“Bummer,” Raja said. “I was hoping you’d come to Carrows with me, Darienne and Jinkx. Do like a Pink Ladies dinner bonding thing. But I don’t want to fuck up your plans,” Raja tilted her head as stirred her Starbucks with her straw.

Adore gulped. “Oh, well, we were just gonna hang out, so...maybe we can reschedule.”

“Alright, well, let me know. And here’s to our new gang.” She held out her Starbucks cup, toasting Adore’s Red Bull.

“Party.”

Pearl was so excited to be picked to work on the set of Grease. She sat backstage as the cast did their reading, waiting for Thorgy--who was running around somewhere--to tell her what she was going to need to do. She sat on top of last semester's set, swinging her legs, and texted Trinity who was complaining about all the homework they already had.

A sudden noise had Pearl’s head snapping up from her phone, sure that Thorgy was finally ready to tell her what she was working on.

But, she was surprised to spot a dark-skinned girl with full lips in bright multi-colored leggings there instead of Thorgy.

“Hey, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt you. I was looking for Sasha,” she gave a small smile.

“Oh, uh well, I don’t know her. Is she in the cast, because they’re reading,” Pearl hopped down, stuffing her phone in her pocket. Pearl had never seen the girl in front of her, but she was pretty and Pearl found herself wanting to get know her better.

“No, Sasha’s working on the backdrops and stuff,” she said, looking around the back stage. “I’ve always wanted to see what it looked like behind the curtains.”

“I’m working on the backdrop too! But I’m sorry I can’t help you find her. I’m Pearl.” she introduced herself as she watched the girl make her way around.

“I’m Shea.”

Courtney didn’t have much to do during the read-through, and so she found her eyes wandering around the room, settling quite often on Adore, who was simpering up at Raja with a dopey, lovestruck expression on her face. Every time Raja leaned over to whisper something to her, she would giggle and blush and bat her eyelashes. Watching them made Courtney’s skin itch.

Across the table, Alyssa was doing the absolute most with Roy, flirting shamelessly with him during every scene they had together, shoving her tits in his face. Wasn’t Sandy supposed to be sweet and innocent? Roy kept sending Courtney looks of distress, rolling his eyes and at one point, when Alyssa had grabbed him by the collar, actually mouthing ‘help me!’ at her. Courtney chuckled to herself. Poor baby.

Adore’s solo was great, and Mrs. Maguire didn’t seem to mind that she directed most of it to her fellow Pink Lady, rather than the boys, as the script instructed. Raja, for her part, seemed to encourage it, cheering and even stuffing a dollar bill into Adore’s back pocket at one point, until Mrs. Maguire told her to stop.

When it was time for Courtney to get up and go to the mic for ‘It’s Raining On Prom Night,’ Roy blew her a kiss for good luck, but of course Adore wasn’t even watching. She was too busy gazing at Raja with that same dumb expression she had all afternoon. The good news was, Courtney didn’t seem to have any trouble channeling the distressed misery necessary for the song, and afterwards, Mrs. Maguire told her that the solo was all hers.

She raced over to Adore, thrilled, to tell her, and found her friend still hanging on Raja’s every word with those big soft eyes.

“Ahem.”

Raja slung her messenger bag over her shoulder. “I’m gonna run to the bathroom. Meet me in the parking lot in 5?”

“‘Kay,” Adore nodded, biting her lip.

Courtney narrowed her eyes, watching Raja walk away. “Why are you meeting her in the parking lot?”

“Hmmm?” Adore turned towards Courtney with a dreamy expression.

Snapping her fingers in Adore’s face, Courtney leaned over the table and, irritated, exclaimed, “Adore!”

“What?!”

“Care to fill me in on what the fuck is going on?!” She crossed her arms.

“Oh...well...yeah, Raja wants to do like a Pink Ladies dinner thing with me and Darienne and Jinkx, and I--”

“But you said you were gonna hang out with me.”

Adore took in the wounded look in Courtney’s green eyes, and sighed. “No, I know, I told her that. I...”

Courtney swallowed.

“...I don’t have to go. I told her we had plans.”

After a beat, Courtney shook her head and said, “No, no, it’s fine. You should go. We can hang out some other night this week. If you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m not going anywhere.” Courtney shifted her backpack on her shoulders.

Adore grinned and kissed her on the cheek. “You’re the best, Court. I’ll text you tonight, okay?”

“Sure.” Courtney said, watching her leave.

“You could break her leg,” Willam offered.

“That’s what I said!” Roy chuckled.

Courtney rolled her eyes. “You guys, can you please stop? It’s like, not even funny to joke about that! What if something really happens to her?!” They were gathered behind the theatre, watching Pearl paint one of the backdrops

“Well, then perfect, ‘cause I’ll get to kiss you instead of her,” Roy said, shaking his head. “God, she really is the worst.”

“She’s not that bad,” Pearl said.

“Would you fuck Alyssa Edwards, new girl?”

“Maybe,” Pearl mused, giving a sassy tongue pop. “If we’re being really honest, she does give me vibes occasionally.”

Roy laughed, barking, “Great, she’s all yours!” He wrapped his arms tighter around Courtney’s waist.

Adore rounded the corner, a giddy smile on her face, breathing, “Hey guys…”

“Oh, look who remembered her friends all of a sudden,” Willam laughed. “And how’s Raaaajaaaa? Has she eaten your pussy yet?”

“Please,” Adore giggled. “I can’t even believe she’s talking to me.”

Courtney bristled slightly. “She’s only human, Adore.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” Adore said, giggling again. She peeked through the door. “Omigod, look at her. She is so fucking hot, I can’t breathe.”

“If you say so,” Courtney replied, rolling her eyes and leaning against Roy’s shoulder.

“She’s pretty fierce, but frankly, I’m kind of surprised she likes you. Usually she goes for girls with a much better sense of fashion,” Willam deadpanned.

“Fuck off, Willam!”

“I’m just saying...you should go for it, though, maybe you’ll learn something,” he laughed, tossing some imaginary hair over his shoulder.

Adore smirked. “Maybe I will.”

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ToG-Tarot Questionnaire Response 03

THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME @khunfounded! I start this first with p0l-anka and now baam-viole, so now I’m continuing it with you. ^^ Don’t worry about responding, I just wanted to show appreciation for you.

“The Fool: I found the manhwa when it was still only on the first season so I was pretty young. I thought it was really cool and I would revisit it sporadically over the years for updates. My favorite thing about it was the characters, because I have pretty strong empathy comboed with getting easily bored so even if a story has fantastic plot but mediocre characters I won’t be interested. I’m probably just picky though.”

Oh hey, same here, same here. My empathy makes it hard for me to just casually enjoy stories, so there must be a fantastic plot with fantastic characters. *nod nod*

ALSO, AGAIN WITH A VETERAN. DANG YA’LL. I BOW TO EVERY ONE OF YOU WHO HAVE BEEN ON SIU’S JOURNEY SINCE THE BEGINNING.

“The Magician: I really want specifically Laure’s wave controller abilities because not only are they really strong, he is strong enough that he can just nap wherever and only come out when people need him.”

You want wave controller and you got Anima on that test. Ironically, I got wave controller, but after seeing your results, I wanted Anima lol.

“The Hierophant: I’m not quite sure about this one but I think all the single agents that use anyone, including Fug to their own advantage. I just love double and tripple crosses let’s be honest. Plus Beta was an angy cutie and I feel for him and the other experiment kids.”

Honestly, you hit the nail on the head here. I really have a hard time liking Hansung but after seeing his character at the end of S04 and beginning of S03, he strikes me more as someone who did what he had to do in order to make sure Bam survived in the long run, even if it means enslaving Bam under FUG. It was super eye-opening to see it.

“Strength: Rak because he is one of the most collected, emotionally intelligent characters. He has his shit together, which is honestly an accomplishment in this universe.”

“The Hermit: I find myself relating to Khun the most because I am often closed off in real life and I find it hard to get closer to other people even though I care a lot. I’m also the one making sure my friends all don’t die from being stupid so there’s that.”

Okay but beautiful response here with a conclusion that made me choke on my saliva from laughing too hard. Seriously, ten thumbs up.

You are this: “Trying to keep you all out of trouble is like herding cats”

“Justice: I don’t have much of an opinion on the war, I just know that the tower is a messed up place that desperately needs reform, and neither of the sides will do a good job of it.”

Lol, yeah, same here. ^^;;

“The Star: Every hug. That tiny moment where Viole has Miseng on his shoulders. Khunbamrak nap. I’m a very soft person okay???”

YOU MENTIONED MY GIRL MISENG, THANK YOUUUUU

“The Moon: I’m gonna make Khun having a cat a thing if it’s the last thing I do. But my real favorite headcanon is that either Rak has forgotten all their names or he calls them by their real names in his head and he has to actively translate it to turtles.”

...Again, have a piece of my soul. Your galaxy brain has earned it. @_@

“The World: I love this fandom it is so lovely! I also finally got into making fanfic which I have been wanting to do forever but never had the confidence for, so thank you guys! Also, Arizona is pretty bad with the COVID situation so me and my family have been self isolating for a while and ToG and this fandom always brightens my day.”

I really hope you and your family have been okay and continue to be okay.

Also I’m so glad that the fandom has you.

Actually, I’m glad for your existence, period.

#personal #khunfounded

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priea01 · 4 years

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Flozmin Rewatch

Part 10

If you feel yourself compelled to lie to the person you’re seeing, maybe things aren’t so rosy.

Also, damn, Flor. This is the picture you have for Jazmín and you’re sure you didn’t know you liked women? This is the kind of picture I printed off of actresses I “admired” when I was eleven.

Of course Jaz is spending her day off with Flor. And still not letting Flor put herself down. She’s a girl who gets up when she falls. What a beautiful way to describe her. Jaz feels like she’s working herself up to offer money to Flor here. She doesn’t need the money and she wants Flor to be happy and have a good time and not feel like a drain.

Two things I want to say about this face. First, she’s just so damn enchanted with Flor and that’s adorable, but also, she gives Flor 100% of her attention anytime Flor asks for it. And also, even though it was only three words, I love hearing Viole speak English.

Jaz is such a hype machine. Flor, of course Jaz is going to ignore her phone, because YOU are more important to her. Then she doesn’t let Flor bail on her audition. This is such a bold way to touch someone you’re definitely not dating, Jaz.

Again, Flor. Lying is not a sign of a healthy relationship. I don’t want to talk about Daniel at all, but I do love this face.

Jaz mocking Flor made me laugh out loud. Flor, ask yourself why you have to hide yourself when you’re with Dani and you don’t with Jaz.

Oh, the white board. And here comes Jaz with Love Tea and a snack. She won’t be taking no for an answer, so don’t even try. I love Flor explaining exactly what goes on before she has tics, the pressure she feels. And then comes the offer. No strings. No expectations. Just a freely given gift. Oh, yes. It’s such a labor to explain things to Flor. Accept gift. Give hug. Buy souvenir.

#flozmin rewatch #flozmin #flor estrella #jazmin del rio #las estrellas

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iredreamer · 6 years

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Thank you very much for that gifset of "Earth to Flor"! Also love how fede immediately knows they were having a moment. If you're taking any other requests, you always write about how much you love flor touching jaz' shoulders. Maybe you could do a top 5 of that because I love those from you. Or just a top 5 of the times they said i love you (te quiero or te amo) that you like?

Hey anon :) sorry for the super late reply. I LOVE Flor touching Jaz's shoulders, she has an obsession and I love it! I can't possibly pick a fave one or even just five but I did make a gifset about that because it's my favorite detail. And now I'm gonna do my te quiero/te amo top 5!

*yo te quiero* This is one of my favorite scenes and it also has one of my favorite hugs. This is also gonna be the only "te quiero" in this top 5 and that's because I feel like this could have been a "te amo". I love how Flor just says it, like she can't hold it in anymore, and I love that once she says it she just says it again and it feels almost liberating. And I love LOVE Jaz little "¿Sí?". Jaz looks at Flor with so much love it moves me. I love the fact that she's holding Flor's hands to keep her from hitting herself and the way she says "Yo también te quiero" is just perfect. And then of course the way she hugs and holds Flor just shows how much she loves her.

*te amo* I rewatched this scene last week and it truly hit me. Viole's acting is out of this world and the love confession is just so so so beautiful. I love the opening phrase of her "monologue" so much, it is one of my favorite quotes "No quiero pasar un minuto más de mi vida sin estar con vos" and the "Te amo" is perfect. I love how Flor takes a deep breath before saying it and how she shakes her head after. That head shake is everything, it's like a "I don't really know what I'm doing, the I love you just left my lips and I don't know what to do now, I've never felt like this before but I do love you and you need to know." She is so vulnerable here and so honest and I love her. It's a sad scene, because Jaz doesn't say it back but it's a beautiful scene and I just love Flor saying "te amo" to Jaz.

*¿vos me amas? muchísimo.* Well this is a simple, sweet, cute and warm I love you. It's one of my favorites because basically the whole scene is a love confession. Both of them are so happy here and their smiles are the most beautiful thing. And I just love them when they talk about having kids. And and and, that kiss is so so so perfect, Flor's hands on Jaz's back and Jaz's hand on Flor's leg. And I adore that whispered "Yo también" between kisses.

*te amo. yo también te amo.* The thing I love most about this is Flor's little head shake before saying "te amo", she just can't believe that Jaz is hers, she can't believe how lucky and how happy she is and I love everything about it. The time she takes to just look at Jaz before saying "te amo" is just an I love you in itself. And oh their smiles, the way Jaz gets closer and kisses her wife...perfection.

*¿donde estabas vos, que tarde tanto tiempo en encontrarte?* Again with the little head shake. I just love it. Anyway, this is so cute and they are so in love with each other I wanna cry. Flor's smile is everything. And I love the second "te amo" she says, she just can't stop saying it.

Okay, well there are a lot more scenes and I know I left out some of the "important" ones (the first time Jaz says it, or ep 113 when they have sex for the first time) but I don't know...these are the ones that I love the most.

#flozmin #flozmin top 5 #las strellas #ask #anon #anonymous

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I’m Literally Gonna Be Ill for Days So You’re Gonna Just Have To Deal With All These Tbh

I am once again being enabled by @gayshipsaremylife-andfood birdies!

This song is the softest yet, the gentle acoustic version of Ribcage by Crywolf. It is visceral while still being sugary sweet.

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I see this one from Bam’s perspective which is always bone meltingly gooey. But this one is during his Viole era.

This is the favorite analysis I’ve done so far! :)

I'm alive with the glory of your skin Just a touch can take me deeper, now Just a touch can make me fall back in

Before he came to the tower, Bam did not get much skin contact. Even the one person he did interact with, Rachel, seemed to treat touch with Bam as compulsory. She didn’t even help him with his hair for the longest time.

Khun, on the other hand, (especially in the anime) is very giving with his touches. I think this is especially so with Bam because of how emotionally connected they are.

Khun also seems to know when Bam needs that physical reassurance, which can be seen in the s3 hug, probably because they are on the same wavelength a lot of the time.

So, when he does get contact with Khun during the first test, it is bewitching to Bam.

I think I found you in the fault lines I think I saw you in my searing pain I think I saw you from my window You were dancing in the pouring rain

Bam found Khun when he was at his lowest, utterly out of his depth in a new place and having just been abandoned by his one friend.

In Khun he was introduced to brand new things he had never had: casual touch, genuine emotional support, camaraderie.

Is this love that I've found? Is this a new beginning?

Bam doesn’t really know what love is, outside of his experience with Rachel, which is a one-sided and toxic affair. So, looking back on it, Bam wonders if this is what they mean when people talk about love.

The new beginning part is obvious, with Khun and the rest of his friends, Bam found a new start. Or so he thought.

I wanna pull you against my skin And I wanna know what goes on in that lovely mind Hey, lovely mind, oh

Bam wants to bring Khun back to him and find that comfort once again, but he is being blackmailed and torn away from him, so for now all he has is dreams and wishes.

S1 Bam and Khun don’t know each other as well as S2 and S3 Bam and Khun do, so they still have a lot to explore about each other. That exploration was left hanging, and Bam yearns for it.

Lovely mind is such a poignant phrase because a lot of Khun is his mind and creativity. He has so many layers and at this point Bam hasn’t yet peeled them all back.

You've got an ocean inside your bones And I think I'm losing myself in your salty eyes Hey, salty eyes, oh

This has got me thinking a lot about Khun’s eyes. A lot of the fandom’s focus is on Bam and Khun’s brilliant eyes, and for good reason.

Khun’s eyes betray his cunning, and a lot of the time his affection for Bam. They are ocean eyes, ever changing and filled with unknown depths.

This song focuses on physical tough quite a bit, and Bam talking about getting lost in Khun’s eyes and his ocean bones furthers that narrative.

I'll survive with just a taste of how you live Do you wanna take me deeper, now? Do you wanna make me fall back in?

Bam, or rather Viole, is alone right now. So all he has left of Khun is his memory, the taste of how he lives.

Bam entreats to Khun to connect with him. I think there is definitely a part of Bam that is worried that he won’t be accepted by his friends because he has changed so much. (But we know Khun would never do that).

He asks Khun if he wants to rekindle the connection that they had, if he will make Bam fall again.

I can feel your ribcage Pressing tight on the curve of my spine Open up and allow my secrets in

I love this line because it’s such an adorable image. At this point they have met and this is the famous nap scene. I like to think while they are asleep, Khun subconsciously spoons Bam to stay as close to him as possible and make sure he doesn’t disappear again.

Because of their five years apart and what was quite honestly psychological and physical torture that was done to Bam, there are a lot of things that they don’t know about each other now. Bam is asking if they can change that now that they can be together.

Is this love that I've found? Is this a new beginning?

Yes, it is.

#khunbam #25th bam #khun aguero agnis #tower of god #tog #song analysis

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joyfullynervouscreator · 7 years

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Leaving Home pt 7

Nori´s troubles

“Master Balin is going with Uzbad Thorin to Erebor!” Never had Ori uttered more damning words, in Nori’s opinion. “I’ve already signed up, I’ll be appointed official scribe. Balin says I can earn my Mastery writing the official account of the Quest!” Nori could occasionally be wrong, he thought, though he’d never admit it: THOSE were the most damning words little Ori had ever uttered. “Nori’s here!?” the journeyman scribe exclaimed, hugging the Thief tightly. Nori sent a despairing glance towards Dori, who seemed speechless in the face of Ori’s excitement.

The rows that followed were legendary.

For once, Nori and Dori were in complete agreement. Ori was too young to risk his life on a Quest like this. Ori himself, however, was determined to go. All Dori’s huffing and lecturing did not change his mind, nor did Nori’s earnest pleas. The youngest son of Arnóra would be going to Erebor with King Thorin’s Company, and that was final. A week before they were set to leave, Dori finally caved. Not that she would let her younger brother, whom she had raised from a mere dwarfling, go alone, of course. No, now DORI was going to go too. Although Dori was strong, and quite handy with her sword and flail, Nori's big sister had not left the settlement since they arrived here. Mahal wept.

Nothing Nori had said had changed either of their minds, which was why he was sitting in a dark corner of the Woolly Bear, nursing a tankard of ale. It was almost ready to join its brethren on the table in front of him, where Nori blearily counted 6 companionable steins waiting for their seventh member.

“Drowning your sorrows, Nori?” The voice that asked the question was usually one of the most jovial of Nori’s acquaintances, but tonight, Bofur did not wear his customary grin. He was wearing a peculiar new hat, however, which made Nori speechless for a few moments.

“Brothers have joined up for Thorin’s quest,” Nori sighed; even while drunk, Nori would never betray Dori's secret. It was his sister's choice to continue her pretence, and the younger Sons of Arnóra were used to referring to all of themselves as 'brothers' to outsiders. “Which means – even if I hadn’t volunteered already – I HAVE to go. Those two would never survive in the wilds, even with the likes of Shumrozbid Dwalin to look after them.” The Thief sighed heavily, draining his stein. Bofur – being the best Dwarf in Ered Luin, Nori swore to Mahal – had already ordered him another, which Nori greeted with a wan smile.

“My brother and cousin are going too,” Bofur mumbled. “I didn’t really want to go, but they promised us free ale and an adventure. I couldn’t let Bifur go alone, you know. He’s… well…” Nori nodded sympathetically. Bifur – courtesy of the axe in his head – had a tendency to fall into uncontrollable rages at the most inconvenient times, like a true berserker of legend, but when the axe did not pain him, he was the sweetest, gentlest Dwarf in Ered Luin. He was the best Cantor Ered Luin had ever fostered, it was said, though Bifur also had a reputation as a fierce warrior. Somehow the thought of Bifur being along was a comfort to Nori. That would be one Dwarf he would not need to worry about. “Bombur signed up as cook.”

“Do you want to get drunk, Bofur? Because I want to get drunk.” Nori interrupted. He was feeling nicely woozy already, but he would need a few more steins – maybe a whole keg – of ale inside him before going up against a Dragon would seem like a feasible task. He might have to break open the stronger stuff to make it seem like a smart idea, mind, but with Bofur to help, Nori was certain they could manage a good booze-up. The Dwarf beside him, a spot of foam clinging to his droopy moustache in a peculiarly fascinating way, nodded happily. Nori congratulated himself. At least with Bofur along, entertainment was guaranteed. With another wave at the barmaid, Nori ordered another round. Beside him, Bofur, who had obviously had as much as Nori himself before joining the Thief’s table, was singing softly. When Geisli arrived, bearing full foaming mugs of the famous Woolly Bear Ale, Bofur’s song rose and Nori recognised a verse of ‘Pour your brother’.

Cheers to the barmaid, she’s a saint It’s wondrous how she stands the strain Catch me lass, I’m gonna faint Cheers to the barmaid, she’s a saint

“No, you’re not, Bofur,” the barmaid said with a wink, and Nori wondered idly whether Geisli had a soft spot for the Broadbeam miner. He chuckled into his stein as Bofur gave her his best soppy grin. “If you’re going to faint, I’ll leave it to the Stonedancer over there to catch you.” With a cheeky smile and a sway in her hips, Geisli was gone, her golden braids swinging loosely with each step. Nori elbowed Bofur. The hatted Dwarf’s soppy grin had turned genuinely sappy, and Nori was not in the mood to watch Bofur fall in lust with another bar-maid. He wanted company for drinking tonight, and if Bofur went off with Geisli, he’d have to drink alone, which was never as much fun.

“Cheers, Bofur,” he grinned, idly flipping a silver coin between his fingers. When he was drunk enough that he dropped it more often than not, he’d go home, he decided on a whim. Sleep it off at Dori’s place and set off with his brothers in the morning. Maybe. Nori scowled. Why did his brothers have to be so stubbornly honourable? Nori sighed, taking a deep swallow of his ale. Beside him, Bofur’s tune had changed, and Nori caught a few strands of ‘Man in the Moon’ before the jolly toy-maker changed to a tune Nori did not recognise. “New song?” he asked. He didn’t really care, but the bard who was playing in the corner did not deserve the title. Anything was better than listening to that tortured viol. It sounded like a dying cat. Nori wished that he had been able to convince Dwalin to come out tonight, but he knew that the big warrior would be staying with the Princess and the young Princes as well as Lord Balin. Nori scowled. This entire predicament was ALL Balin’s fault. He muttered as much to Bofur who drunkenly agreed.

Nori didn’t care that Bofur’s slightly slurred words came out as “Darn right, mate, old Magrin is bald”, it was still valid commiseration. He dropped the coin. Crawling under the table was the undignified way of retrieving it, of course, which was why Nori tried to reach it with his boot. He was not exactly sure how he ended up sat under the table, but he still had his ale, so he counted that as a win and drank the mug down.

“Oooh, a shiny silver coin. Mine!”

“Whit ye sayin,” Bofur mumbled, climbing off the bench, every move exaggerated in the manner of drunks trying to appear less drunk than they are.

“Shiny coins!” Nori repeated, loudly. “Treeeassuuuure.” It felt good in his mouth, so Nori repeated it a few more times.

“Oooh, I know a song about treasure,” Bofur mumbled.

“Oh, Mahal’s Beard, Bofur, if you sing that song about the pale gold again, I will cut you,” Nori groused. He had had to overhear- err, listen to Thorin sing that several times over the past year, and though it was a good song, very powerful, it was also far too depressing for a night of drunken pre-quest revelry. “Sing something about kicking the dragon out of Erebor instead. Or about it getting indigestion and dying from eating all those Dwarrow in the sacking.” Nori was not a particularly politically correct drunk when he didn’t want to be, and with the Quest looming away mere hours from now, Nori did not want to be respectful of the dead or anyone else, really.

“We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.

For the age of oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Dragon from this land that we own.

With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.”

“What in the name of the Seven Fathers is that Bofur.” Beleaguered, Nori climbed back onto the bench, wrapping an arm around Bofur’s shoulders and hauling him up too. “Let’s hear it proper. Stand up!” casting stink eyes at the sorry excuse for a bard, Nori yelled into the room. “OI, YOU LOT. PIPE DOWN N LISTEN TO BOFUR! NEW SONG! NEW SONG!”

The chant was picked up quickly, Nori did know his audience after all, and most Dwarrow, drunk or not, would want to listen to a new song, even if the current offerings had not been so horrid. Bofur swayed gently, but he gamely climbed atop the table. Raising his mug, which was still half-full, Bofur opened his mouth.

We drink to our youth, and to days come and gone.

For the age of oppression is now nearly done. We'll drive out the Dragon from this land that we own.

With our blood and our steel we will take back our home.

All hail to Thorin! You are the High King!

In your great honour we drink and we sing.

We're the children of Durin, and we fight all our lives.

And when Itdendûm beckons, every one of us dies! But Erebor is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.

Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams[1]

With a bow that almost saw him tumbling off the table, Bofur finished the song, to raucous applause and clamours of ‘AGAIN, AGAIN’

Even Nori had to admit he was impressed with how quickly his fellow bar patrons picked up the song. The tune was simple, and of course everyone stopped for a drink after yelling Thorin’s name, but all in all the chorus – gamely directed by Bofur, who would have stumbled off the table in his enthusiasm if not for Nori’s grip on his legs – was a raving success. A few more repetitions in – heavily influenced by the ales that patrons kept sending them – Nori too had joined the table top directing, to massive cheers. When he whirled Bofur in a quick jig among their empty steins, he would have sworn he saw Geisli laughing her head off behind her apron, but Nori couldn’t be sure. Mostly because he suddenly found himself on the floor, bracketed by Bofur’s arms on either side of his head and the miner’s body heavy on top of his own breathless chest.

The kiss was accidental, honestly. Not that they hadn’t shared a tumble before, but Nori generally had a policy of not tumbling people he would be working with shortly. In this case, however, he didn’t care and apparently neither did Bofur. When they finally got to their feet – an act which was severely hampered by the people trying to pull them up off the floor, Nori found – to take a bow, Bofur’s hand was still clasped around his arm. Staggering back to their table, Nori found four more mugs of ale waiting for them, which made him quite happy. Bofur joined him, which also made him quite happy.

When they finally staggered out of the inn in the wee hours of morning, Nori did not care that Bofur followed him home. The two friends fell into bed and were out before their heads hit the pillow.

@life-is-righteous

Full series on Ao3!

#nori #bofur #hobbit #drinking #songs #Leaving Home #Dwelf-'verse #Skyrim reference

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empress-things · 7 years

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Saints Row Snippit

Boss chuckled as Zimos and Oleg carried a very drunk Pierce to the elevator. “Night guys!” She shouted. Once the doors closed she returned her attention to cleaning up the table. Viola was just returning with a trash bag. “You know, you don’t have to help clean up.”

“It’s fine,” She said with a shrug, gabbing an empty bottle and tossing it in the bag.

“So did you have fun?”

“I did actually. Thanks for inviting me,” Viola gave her a rare warm smile.

“I’m glad you came,” She replied, easily returning the smile. The night had indeed been fun. It was good to see the other woman loosen up a bit and enjoy herself.

“So,” Began Viola as she threw another bottle in the bag. “Six months huh?”

“Fucking Pierce,” She muttered as she began cleaning up the chips.

“Why so long? I mean, its not like you have any issues in the looks department.”

“Been busy,” She answered with a shrug, “Also, no one really sparked my interest. I won’t sleep with just anyone.” She gave looked over her shoulder to give the other woman a wink before she resumed cleaning.

“I see,” Viola said after a moment, “Pretty much the same for me too. No one really that catches the eye.”

“Oh really?” she looked back at the other woman, allowing her eyes to travel up her body slowly. She was damn attractive. The way that skirt hugged her legs, or that sweater? Shit should have been illegal. “That’s too bad,” She added with a grin.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, just a real shame you still haven’t met anyone worth banging.” She didn’t look back this time, enjoying teasing the other woman far too much.

“Well same goes for you,”

“Oh I never said that.” Boss replied, “I said no one sparked my interest. Sparked. Past tense, I wasn’t talking about the present.” She fully turned to look at Viola this time. Once more she allowed her eyes to rove over the other woman’s body. In all honesty, she had always been attracted to Viola. She now knew the woman was gay, but was she into Boss? Right now she was just teasing, but it was a good opportunity to find out.

“Are you fucking with me?” Asked Viola. She had practically frozen on the spot.

“What do you think?”

“I honestly can’t tell.”

“Well I think it would depend on your reaction.” She grinned again, this was proving to be a very fun evening. Even if she got shut down, it would still be funny as hell.

“Well I would have to correct my previous statement to also use the past tense.”

“Oh really? So you can think of someone worth sleeping with?” Holy shit, this was actually working! Good god she gambled and won!

“Well a particular name springs to mind,” Viola gave her a devilish smirk.

“And who would that be?” She asked, taking a step closer so they were only several inches apart.

“Kinzie,” She breathed.

Boss froze, her mind ground to a halt, her heart practically skipped a beat. Did she really just- had she really read this all so wrong? What the- she was about to open her mouth to speak when Viola burst out laughing. “Oh you absolute bitch,” She growled.

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” She fought to get control of her laughter, she had even dropped the bag in her fit.

“I really can’t decide if I should kiss you or knock you the fuck out.”

“Do I get a say?” Viola asked, but before Boss could answer she had closed the distance between them, smashing their lips together.

Boss’s surprise only lasted for a few seconds before she kissed the other woman right back. Her hands wrapped around Viola’s waist, pulling them closer as she drove her tongue into the other womans mouth. She revelled in the taste, in the feel of their tongues colliding. Viola’s lips were just as soft and perfect as they looked.

She pulled her head back for a second before moving down to press a hard kiss on the other womans tanned neck. This earned her a small moan which only spurred Boss on. She ran her tongue lightly across Viola’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin. All the while her hands were roving over the other womans back, one hand feeling the curve of her fantastic ass, while the other buried itself in her thick black hair.

She moved her mouth from the neck and back to those glorious lips. Although their kiss only lasted a few seconds before Viola took her own turn. She spun them around and slammed Boss into the wall with surprising force. Viola let her tongue travel down Boss’s neck, sending pleasurable shivers up her spine.

Meanwhile those soft hands were exploring every inch of her front. First they ghosted over her breasts, taking a moment to give them a very nice squeeze. Something which forced a moan from Boss. Next they travelled down to her stomach, running all along its length before they finally lowered to her thighs. Okay, that was enough.

Boss wrapped both her arms around Viola and lifted her into the air. She giggled faintly as they resumed kissing, wrapping her legs around Boss’s waist. Boss began moving them towards the stairs, then up them. She silently hoped she didn’t trip and kill them both, or, god forbid, ruin the mood. Luckily she made it to the top without an issue. Although her knees were getting weak from the kisses that Viola was currently pressing against her neck.

She wasted no time in kicking her door open and practically throwing Viola on the bed. The second her arms were free, Boss tugged her jacket and shirt free. Viola quickly followed suite. Boss took a few seconds to admire the stunning view before pouncing on the woman again.

She let her hands hungrily explore the body beneath her. The very ample breasts, the silky smooth skin. Viola moaned as Boss’s hands kneaded her breasts. Boss quickly unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her mouth quickly travelled down to the perfect mounds. She gently licked circles around the nipple for a few seconds, just enough to make Viola squirm before she claimed them with the mouth. Meanwhile her hands quickly worked of ridding the other woman and herself of their troublesome pants. She moved back up to claim the woman’s lips again.

“That’s enough foreplay,” She whispered in her ear, “Now it’s time to make you scream.” She saw Viola grin and that was all the encouragement she needed.

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Viola awoke to a soft tickling sensation on her nose, it forced a faint smile on her face. She fairly certain it was Boss messing with her or something. She hadn’t planned on staying the night, but by the time they actually finished, well she was too exhausted to leave. Boss had just told her to stay and she had.

Last night had certainly been surprising, having sex with the leader of the Saints was about the last thing she ever expected to do, not that she didn’t enjoy herself. Good god not that. She just really hadn’t been expecting the night to take that turn. Although she was very pleased that it had.

It had been a long time since she had gotten laid, also she had just always been curious about Boss and last night had answered her most burning questions. The woman was AMAZING in bed! Part of it may have been because Viola hadn’t gotten any action in so long, but either way, to say she was satisfied would have been a huge understatement. It was definitely something she would like to repeat. If Boss was up for it of course.

Speaking of, that tickling sensation was still there, she could also feel a heavy weight pressing down on either side of her. Maybe she would get another shot sooner than she thought. Viola opened her eye, the faint smile that she had was instantly wiped away and replaced with a scream. It was the first time in a long time that she had screamed and not been pissed at herself for doing it.

Not two inches from her face was the massive head of a tiger, its large golden eyes staring down at her. It had a huge paw placed on either side of her head. Viola was very aware that she would be dead in a heartbeat if it attacked. It wasn’t growling or anything, although she could see some of its teeth, which did not help to calm her hammering heart. She didn’t move, she didn’t even breath. After a few seconds she heard a laugh emanating from the doorway, one she instantly recognized, but she was too scared to turn her head and shoot a glare at Boss.

“Isis, come down from there. Stop making Viola shit the bed.” The large head swung to look over at Boss, then back to Viola for a few more seconds before the animal gracefully stepped off the bed.

Viola finally let out her breath, instantly shooting up to glare at Boss, who was currently laughing her ass off. “It’s not funny!”

“Oh but it so is!” Boss replied, still laughing, the large tiger was sitting next to her.

“Why the fuck do you have a tiger?”

“Why the fuck not?” She replied, her laughing finally subsiding, but she still had a huge grin on her face.

“I hate you,” Viols growled, still giving her absolute best death glare. Her heart was still pounding.

“I can work with that,” Boss’s grin switched to the one she had last night, “Angry sex is pretty awesome.” Despite what just happened, Viola still felt herself getting excited at the idea. “But before that, get dressed. I’ve got some extra gym clothes in the top drawer. Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

“Wait, what?” Viola almost kicked herself for not noticing until now that Boss was wearing her usual work out clothes.

“Just because I want to fuck your brains out again doesn’t mean you get to skip your training,” Boss’s grin was so damn hot right then that Viola almost had an orgasm. “You’ve got ten minutes.” With that Boss left the room, tiger in tow.

After Viola took a minute to compose herself she flopped back down on the bed with a groan, knowing what was coming. She had already gotten a few lessons so far and they had all been brutal. Every time she left here sore as all hell. Boss did not go easy, although the sad part was that Viola was positive the other woman was pulling all her punches. She had totally forgotten about the lessons, she certainly hadn’t expected to have one this morning! God she hadn’t even had coffee yet.

Viola waited a few more minutes before she even moved again. The sound of clanging metal drifted up from the main room. That woman was a machine. With a groan Viola finally rolled out of bed and moved to the dresser, opening the indicated drawer. She grabbed a pair of dark blue sweat pants and slid them on, she had to tie them as tight as possible. Next she grabbed a white tank top, although she was practically swimming in it, Boss was far bigger than her. She tucked the excess material into the sweat pants before finally leaving the room.

The sound of clanging metal had since disappeared, Boss was standing alone in the main room, wiping her face with a towel. Viola made her way down the stairs, she was not looking forward to this. Its not that the lessons weren’t fun, it was just that she was tired as hell. She hadn’t exactly gotten a lot of sleep last night.

“Ready?” Boss asked with a smirk.

“No, god, can’t we even eat breakfast first?”

“Nah, we’ll eat after. It’ll be a short lesson today, I’m kinda tired. Also, there are other things I wanna do.” At the last statement Boss raised her eyebrows several times in rapid succession. The action caused Viola to laugh, it was kinda cute.

“Well in that case, lets get to it!”

“That’s the spirit.” Boss gave her another grin which was a mix of seductive and threatening. Viola knew she was going to have to get her ass kicked before she got her chance to make the Boss beg for mercy. Totally worth it.

#myrandomfanfics #Saints Row

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