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flowerwiththemachinegun · 2 months ago

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Misconduct Chapter 1 revised by @ghost-analogy

So, to be honest this guy (@ghost-analogy) literally did society an absolute service by editing this chapter with all of my grammatical errors. (I will learn from this I promise.) I also I cannot thank you enough, you are heaven sent.

Genesis, once again, is in trouble. As this is strike number three Genesis is set on a lengthy probationary period, a last resort Lazard sought out so Genesis wouldn’t face the proper disciplinary action. But monitoring, catching, and working with a criminal wasn’t what he was expecting, let alone falling in love with them. GenesisxReader and TsengxReader are the main pairings. Side pairings of AngealxReader and SephirothxReader, ofc AGS being gay amongst each other. slow burn and i mean painfully slow, a moderate amount of death, alcohol and drug use/mentions of death from drug use, criminal activity but we’re not getting too low down just low down enough. Tags will be added as I go.

Chapter 1

Slowly winding through the Mythril Mines tunnels, Genesis peers around the corner. Examining his surroundings, he concludes that there is no danger; just another path that splits into two directions at the end of the clearing. Emerging from his hidden spot, he takes a look at the scenery around him. The sight was breathtaking. Shallow saltwater pools scatter across the mining floor, with an ethereal blue glow emanating from the mythril protruding from walls. Making sure to not get too wrapped up in his thoughts, Genesis makes his way to the split tunnels, silently wishing he had the opportunity to fully take in such a scene. Genesis turns to the rest of his team and motions for them to follow along.

It’s been a while since Genesis was thrown a mission worth his time, and this mission, he felt, was no different. "Eliminate the Mythril Screamer," Lazard's voice mocked in his head. The only thing Genesis does deem worthy of his time was it being a high priority target. Genesis knows this would add nicely to his already golden record, and that’s all that matters. Following the tunnel leading left, he gives a distasteful glance back to his team. Sure, it was a high priority target, but that didn’t mean he needed any assistance taking care of this beast; let alone two Third Class SOLDIERs and an infantryman. It almost felt like an insult, sending these no name cadets with him. He's handled more than enough on his own, anyways. Lately, it feels like Shinra is trying to keep better tabs on him, trying to keep a tighter leash around his neck.

“Sir, this looks like the same substance from the pictures," one of the SOLDIERs calls, as Genesis steps over rubble and various pieces of metal from the old mine railway. Moving closer to examine the strange purple goo, Genesis agrees.

“So, it must be nearby then. Finally.” The stench emanating from the strange matter causes Genesis to frown, postponing the small victory in his mind. Holding back a gag, he pulls himself together and begins to seek out more clues that the monster could be lingering somewhere near, spotting larger and larger stains of foul smelling gunk.

Making their way further into the tunnel, the path transitions from muddy and rubble-strewn to slimy, coating everything in the surrounding area. The ground squelches beneath their boots as they trudge forward, the floor and walls glowing slightly purple as they go deeper into the mines. By the time they reach the middle of the tunnel, the surroundings drastically change, darkness taking over the once lit area, save for the eerie glow illuminating them. Darius, the infantryman, voices his concerns to Genesis.

“Commander Rhapsodos sir, are you sure we should carry forward?” Immediately cowering he stammers on, “I-It’s just our briefing didn’t describe anything like this, shouldn’t we report back, sir?”

With a huff of annoyance Genesis turns to regard Darius, eyes scanning over the two Third Class SOLDIERs as he bites back the urge to snap at Darius for questioning him.

”We still haven’t found our target, and we were directed to locate the monster, at the very least. Are you too scared to fulfill your duties? You started shaking the moment we entered the mine, so I doubt you’re capable of moving forward.” Genesis says, taking on a calm yet malice-laced tone.

To say Genesis was irritated by Darius over the course of the day was an understatement. Having to urge him along the way a few times, it was painfully obvious that Darius was more than a little anxious. Changing his focus to the Thirds, Garth and Thomas, Genesis scans over them briefly before giving out a new set of commands. “I want Garth and Darius to secure the entrance of this tunnel and wait for Thomas and I to get back from our investigation. We’ll be no longer than 30 minutes, and if we are not, then return to the main entrance and request assistance.”

Thankful that he could come up with a way to get a couple of them out of his sight, Genesis and Thomas delve deeper into the tunnels, the stench becoming stronger as they go on.

“A scent akin to a Marboro’s bad breath,” Thomas joked. To his surprise Genesis gave a joking tone in response.

“More like decaying flesh. Enjoy the luxury of not knowing what that smells like while you can.” Trying not to dwell on which was worse, Genesis inches closer to the wall, against his better judgment, to get a better understanding of what he was looking at. “What the hell is this?” The rock and mythril that would normally make up the wall had been overtaken by what appeared to be a grayish flesh accommodating glowing purple goo. It pulses, veins running through the flesh-like matter, causing it to seem even more lively than it already was. Thomas glances around as well, and takes notice that not only the walls are covered in the meat-like matter; so are the ceiling and floor they’ve been walking on.

“Keep your guard up, the Screamer is likely to be closer to us than we think,” Genesis states, before continuing to make his way to the end of the passage. As if on cue, a guttural growl rings out from the end of the tunnel. Cautiously making their way to the end, Genesis peeks his head around the corner and spots the beast. In the middle of the clearing stands the Mythril Screamer, certainly bigger than they could’ve expected, looming well above them, with skin similar to the flesh-like walls. It’s almost as though its skin was transparent, with the way they can see the Screamer’s veins; the striations of its muscle are incredibly defined, adding to the transparent appearance of the creature's skin.

Stretching out its right arm to a massive shard of mythril, the hand disappears as its skin seems to grow over it. The flesh-like matter they saw on the walls earlier quickly overtakes the large piece of mythril, tendrils appearing and fully engulfing the fine mineral. Glancing down at the screamer's feet, Genesis realizes it seems entirely rooted to the fleshy ground surrounding it; but with this realization comes another. Looking around at the walls and ceiling, he’s a bit disappointed in himself for not noticing sooner, but now, on edge, it registers in Genesis’ mind that they are possibly inside of a monster's nest.

“Thomas, I want you to meet back with the others. Go back to the entrance and wait there. Don’t bother calling for backup. Lazard wants this thing dead more than anything, so I’ll handle it,” Genesis says, turning to Thomas.

“Sir.” Despite Thomas’ better judgment, he retreats. He wasn’t going to attempt to pick a fight with Genesis, since he’d like to move up in the ranks.

Making sure Thomas got far enough down the tunnel, Genesis rushes the Screamer, initiating battle. Taking down the beast doesn’t seem to be so much of a problem with one powerful strike of his sword after another. It’s not as though it’s moving from its spot, it truly is rooted to the ground, connected to the mass of flesh in a grotesque tangle of skin and veins. Pulling back to adjust his stance, Genesis plunges his sword through the beast's chest, forcing a strangled scream out of the monster. Quickly retracting his sword, he slashes at the Screamer's neck with an upward arc of his rapier. An attempt to strike Genesis with its left arm was met with a graceful dodge and parry. Once again plunging his sword directly through its chest, he discharges a blast of fire simultaneously, causing it to slump over.

“Hell, it hardly moves. And this was considered a main priority?” says Genesis.

Catching movement to his left, Genesis quickly turns and spots the source, finding another Screamer. It’s quite a bit smaller in scale compared to the other, but capable of moving from its spot, as it immediately charges him. Not one to turn down a foe, Genesis lunges forward, thrusting his sword into its stomach. Retracting his sword, he unleashes a downwards strike, taking off one of its arms before it could attempt to strike him. Dealing a finishing blow with a fire spell, Genesis scans the room to ensure there are no more enemies. He couldn't help but think about Darius’ words earlier, telling Genesis that this wasn’t explained during their briefing.

It certainly fucking wasn’t. Not a single word about the Mythril Screamer rapid regeneration or reproduction capabilities. He watches as they quickly form from the feet up, appearing to generate from the extended flesh spreading from the larger Screamer.

Maybe it was a moment of weakness; not something Genesis would ever admit to, but the sight made him freeze. Watching how the Screamers put themselves together, the way he could see their muscle and bone structure constructing before him was a freakish sight. Perhaps it was the rate at which they multiplied that made him pause; whatever the reason, it was a mistake. In seconds he is surrounded. He finally makes an attempt to clear the monsters out, but with each enemy defeated, it seems like they multiply in even larger numbers. In an attempt to clear out a majority of the monsters, Genesis casts quake, another mistake on his part. The spell is too powerful for the already unstable structure, causing the portion of the mine to completely cave in.

That was all Genesis could remember of the mission, as he sat in Lazard’s office for what felt like the millionth time in the past few months; however what made the last few occasions special was Genesis' lack of obedience, once again failing to acknowledge direct orders. Other occasions worked out in his favor, though he still received a stern talking to, but actual consequences? No way, not for Genesis Rhapsodos! Well, until today, that is. He signs write-up form after write-up form and spends numerous occasions going over what happened in the Mythril Mines, both on paper and vocally.

“Are you listening?” Lazard looks frustrated, though absolutely stressed would be more fitting. Leaning forward with arms resting against his desk, he gives Genesis a disappointed look. He felt like he was talking to a child. “This is serious Genesis, I’ve made the mistake of brushing over these little mishaps for far too long. You compromised your entire squad by not following orders this time.” Looking Genesis in the eyes, he knew what was to come, the irritation evident in his facial expression.

“If we’re being honest here, Director, I didn’t do anything wrong. I completed the mission, did I not? Everything went as planned-“ Lazard cuts him off swiftly,

“Went as planned? From splitting up your squad to ignoring the listed signs of when you should retreat, I wouldn’t refer to a single thing that’s been documented today as according to plan. Not to mention the entire portion stating the poor condition of the mines that seems to have been entirely ignored. Where is the disconnect in your head that makes you fail to realize that you risked the lives of your entire squad and yourself? And for what cause? Because you thought you had complete control of the situation, right? You made a mess of those mines and now it's Shinra’s problem to deal with the clean up.”

The silence was deafening for a while, except for the sound of Genesis’ finger tapping on the desk. Appearing to have finally gotten his point across to Genesis, Lazard carries on.

“You can’t be right all of the time, Genesis.” Leaning back in his chair, Lazard reaches into one of the drawers. He pulls out another stack of papers, causing Genesis to groan in response. Lazard almost wants to smirk at his dismay as he spreads numerous forms across the desk. “Don’t worry, these are the last forms you're going to sign over this. No arguments, just listen. You’re free to ask questions after I’m done explaining.” Sliding a couple of pages over to Genesis, he continues, “Unless directed, you're not allowed to leave Midgar for the next six months. This doesn’t prevent you from taking any missions at all. As you know, there aren't typically any major tasks for SOLDIER around here, unless you’re interested in taking up a post around the city.”

Judging by the scowl on Genesis’ face progressively getting worse, Lazard was certain that he didn’t consider that an option; though he would have to, if he’s told to do so. “However, there is a mission General Affairs needs help with. In order to lighten your consequences, I offered them your services for a long term mission. You’ll be briefed on your assignment later.” He takes a brief pause, testing to see if Genesis would have anything to say before carrying on.

“Next, you will undergo three weeks of safety training-”

“Safety training?!” Genesis exclaimed. It sounds outrageous! There was no way he needed any additional punishment. Genesis knew he would have to do his training with the lower classes, and it was something he was not willing to do. Lazard cuts Genesis a scathing look, but lets his outburst go.

“You’re lucky it’s only three weeks of training, rather than the six that were planned for you. I don’t suppose I need to explain why you need to take those classes. The other few forms are to be signed as proof of disciplinary action. For the time being, you are relieved of most SOLDIER duties. This is to accommodate your mission with the Turks. You will be briefed by Tseng at 16:00 in his office. You’re now free to ask me any questions.” As he wraps up his quick explanation, Genesis signs the needed documents. Sliding the papers back to Lazard, Genesis takes the opportunity to make a few remarks.

“So, working with the Turks is my punishment? Kind of odd, considering it seems like you all don’t want me in the field at all. I really could’ve used the vacation.”

“It isn’t that we don’t want you in the field, Genesis, we want you to operate within policy. This isn’t your first violation, and it’s one of the worst yet. Working with the Turks is not the punishment. The assignment itself is, and until it’s complete, you won’t be doing anything else.” Gathering up the papers, Lazard sets them in the stack of other files containing the disaster of the last mission. “If there are no other questions for now, you’re free to go until you have to meet with Tseng.”

Wordlessly standing up with his usual dramatic flair, Genesis makes his way to the door, mulling over the events of the past week. As he heads into the corridor, he’s immediately met with Angeal and Sephiroth. Rolling his eyes, he opts to ignore them, walking past the duo without a word. Sephiroth and Angeal fall in line, trailing after him as each takes a side by Genesis.

“So?” Angeal asks expectantly, only for Genesis to continue ignoring him. Determined to get to the elevator and tell them off, he speeds up, only to be intercepted by Sephiroth. That pisses Genesis off, the look on Sephiroth’s face smug as he stares down at him. That unwavering eye contact, Hell, even the way he crosses his arms; If Genesis could fully justify spitting in Sephiroth’s face, he would. Attempting to swallow his irritation, he meets Sephiroth’s eyes, annoyance still seeping through his tone.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do?”

Sephiroth, ever the one to keep up their banter, responds quickly, cutting Angeal off from talking. “Not when I get to hear about your downfall. Spill it. What did Lazard say?” Giving Sephiroth a pointed glance for his comment, Angeal turns his attention to Genesis.

“Well, we are curious. You did say you would keep us updated.”

Squeezing between the two, continuing his trek to the elevator, Genesis quickens his pace. He’s doing his best not to cause a scene by ignoring their questioning. The whole situation was already embarrassing enough, and he certainly didn’t want to explain the “safety training” to anyone; let alone have anyone else over hear his business. Besides, it wasn’t like Genesis was entirely caught up on what he would be put through during his probationary period. In fact, he found it incredibly odd that he wasn’t briefed right then and there. He could only assume he was to do some of the Turks’ dirty work. He could only imagine they were trying to keep him on an incredibly tight leash. Genesis wholeheartedly felt like this was unwarranted. Some safety videos were one thing, but training? Working for another department? He only destroyed a couple of rocks! Oh well. It didn’t need to go as far as keeping him bound to Midgar, in his eyes.

Sephiroth immediately falls back in line behind Genesis, hot on his heels as Genesis makes it to his destination. He rapidly mashes the ‘down’ button for the elevator. Frustration courses through Genesis’ veins as Sephiroth pulls his hand away from the button.

“It won’t make the elevator come any faster,” he states, with what Genesis would call a shit-eating grin on his face. Having no choice but to face his companions, Genesis turns to acknowledge them.

“If I knew what was going on, I still wouldn’t want to tell you. You could, at the very least, have enough respect to wait until we’re in private.” It couldn’t have been a better time for the elevator to arrive, cutting off Genesis' oncoming rant as he escaped into it. Sending a Sephiroth a glare and demanding they not follow him, he angrily presses the button to the parking garage.

Angeal couldn’t help but voice his thoughts to Sephiroth.

“Do you really think the outcome was that bad?” Sephiroth shrugs his shoulders as his gaze focuses on Angeal.

“When is Genesis not overly dramatic about anything? Everything is probably just fine, he just hates criticism.” Angeal couldn’t help but agree, though he chooses not to voice his opinion. Surely, whatever Genesis was going through couldn’t be the end of the world.

#tseng of the turks #tseng x reader #genesis rhapsodos #genesis x reader #ff7 #im gonna thank you again #until it's annoying

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ziqitzarajasthan00 · 1 year ago

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sweetlittlegingy · 2 years ago

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Epiphany

✦ Next Chapter | Better Man Universe

✦Pairing: Father Figure Jake x Single!Mother

✦Word Count: 1.7k

✦Warnings: Fluffy Jake, past relationship breakup, slight mention of Smut (18+ Content), protective Bradley

✦A/n: This was a fun one! I'm excited that we are seeing more of their relationship dynamics and how they became a couple. I also love big brother Bradley!!

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Sitting back on your heels, you can’t help but hold some resentment for your new job. You had just transferred back to the North Island from Jacksonville, you’d wanted to be closer to family and when a job at Top Gun opened up you jumped on the opportunity.

While almost everyone assumed that your last name got you your current position, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. As the youngest Benjamin, a surprise baby fifteen years younger than your sister Penny, you had always been a daddy’s girl. Long before you had chosen to become an Administrate Service Manager to the current admiral, you had planned on following in the Benjamin footsteps and becoming a fighter pilot.

Though when you got pregnant just after the academy, your plans drastically changed. The move to Jacksonville was rushed and “planned” just so you could get as far away from your shattered dreams. So, when your application for a civilian position down in Jacksonville, was accepted, you couldn’t have been happier to make the move. Your ex wasn’t the happiest, only agreeing because of the pay increase your new job promised, but you were confident in the beginning of your new life.

You moved up the ranks quickly and loved your Navel family in Florida. Finding that even though you couldn’t fly, you could find other ways to focus on your love for planes.

Though when your relationship failed and Adam no longer wanted anything to do with Mathew, you knew that living close to family was what you both needed.

Deciding to move back after a 2 years was difficult, you were leaving the life that you built. Though the idea of getting as far away from Adam was a positive.

Plus, Bradley had moved back to Top Gun in the past year, and you couldn’t wait to see him, you both grew up together and he fell into the big brother position easily. Growing up you two were attached to each other’s hip, and he absolutely adored Maty. He was never a fan of your ex and when you moved he was even less pleased, but he still supported you and was only a call away.

Penny was ecstatic that you were moving back, and being the ever the doting auntie, offering to babysit Mathew until you could find a sitter, knowing that the new job would need your undivided attention.

Which lead to your current predicament, it was your first week on the job and you were already unbelievably frustrated. The last individual that held your job position, had no organizational skills, and hadn’t completed half the needed paperwork for Top Gun.

Landed you here, on the ground, working through your lunch, surrounded by paperwork that needed sorted. Cyclone had been clear that he wanted everything sorted before next week, and while Warlock told you not to worry, you couldn’t help but to be stressed out.

You hadn’t heard him approach over the sound of your spotify on shuffle, though the subtle cough pulled you from your work immediately. Standing in your doorway, looming over your seated figure, your eyes raked over the form of a pilot.

Decked in his flight suit, with perfect blonde hair and deep green eyes. A shade of green that looked eerily similar to Mathews, a shade that would be hard not to get lost in. You loved the color of your baby’s eye, you had no idea where he got them from, yet here stood a random man. With eyes that matched.

You tried to be sublet, but his physic was on clear display, and you hadn’t seen someone as handsome as him, since your obsession with the Jonas Brothers in middle school. He looked like he been running drills all morning, already sweating in the heat of the day. The white t-shirt under his flight suit, was near translucent and clung to him like a second skin.

The obnoxious though about what else lay underneath that flight suit rattled through your brain, but you were quick to push it away. You were in no way ready to date again, and Maty, well he was your number one priority. You wouldn’t put him through a situation like that again, which meant, at least for now, no hot pilots.

“Eyes up here darlin’”

Raising your eyes, you’re met with a cocky smirk. Clearly, he didn’t lack self-confidence and might need a slight ego check, but you weren’t the type to feel bad about appreciating the male form.

You meet his gaze, giving him a ‘what do you want look’ before going back to sorting papers.

Jake knew that he was handsome and though he had caught you staring, he was confused at how fast you went back to work, especially with him still in the room. Usually he couldn’t get women to stop talking to him. Giving them that signature smirk and they were on there knees, literally.

Yet here you were, completely brushing him off. He couldn’t deny that you were gorgeous and when he heard about a new girl in the admiral’s office, he couldn’t help himself and had to come over. You definitely didn’t disappoint with your looks; you were someone that he would have loved to have under him on a number of different occasions.

But yet, here you were completely ignoring him.

“I’m looking for Admiral Simpson.” You return your gaze to him, and hold it. Appearing completely unfazed. “Got any idea where his is, darlin’?”

Jake could see the light blush that covered your cheeks every time he called you darlin’ and couldn’t resist. You tried to remain just passive enough that he would leave, but wouldn’t consider you a bitch.

“Lunch”

The single word: the only damn thing that you had said to him, and Jake felt like you had knocked him upside the head. Your soft voice, that he wanted to describe as sweet as honey, was like music to his ears.

He wanted to hear you every day, in every damn way. He couldn’t deny that he wanted to know how you would sound moaning out his name. He was positive that you would be a strung-out whimpering mess for him, and just so damn pretty begging for him.

But the feeling of wanting to hear that voice in the morning, and how he was positive that you had the most beautiful smile. Those feelings were new, Jake Seresin didn’t do relationships.

It’s not like he was a man whore, no he had a great respect for woman, he just didn’t know how he felt about relationships.

His parents were no longer together, his dad had been a complete asshole, and was happy when his mother decided to leave him. Plus, he loved his job, he was positive that flying was the love of his life, and he didn’t have time for relationships.

Though you, with just one word, had somehow got him to think about the possibility of a relationship.

Oh, you would be the death of him.

Though before he could make another move, a hand clasped onto his shoulder spinning him around.

You didn’t miss the second set of feet this time and as you saw the Lt. get spun around you caught sight of the familiar mustache.

“What are you doing down here, Bagman?” the harsh tone of Rooster didn’t go unnoticed by Jake. The death glare that Rooster was giving him didn’t either, though he had no idea why. As far as Jake knew, Rooster didn’t have a girl, so what type of claim did he have over you.

“He was just looking for Cyclone, B.”

Jake whip back around to face you, so fast that he almost hit Rooster. His eyes went straight to you, though your eyes were already looking past him at Rooster.

Jake was lost now. You called Rooster B, with such affection behind your tone, that could only mean the both of you were close.

Looking back between the both of you and the teasing smile on each of your lips, Jake couldn’t stop the small pang that went through his chest.

Maybe you were Roosters girl, and he just didn’t talk about you? Or maybe you were just good friends, and he still had a chance… Jake didn’t know but he would find out.

Rooster stepped past Jake, coming to crouch down by your side looking over the different paperwork.

“God, they really threw you to the wolves, didn’t they?”

Silently nodding your head, you quickly grabbed the paperwork back from Bradley.

“I’ve got a system and you’re both” your eyes quickly went between the two pilots, “messing it up.”

Rooster gave a humorous laugh, and moved to stand back up. He looked back up at Jake whose eyes were already trained on you. A sense of cautionary optimism could be seen, and Rooster knew that he would be having a talk with Hangman.

“I just came by to tell you that we’re having dinner together tonight, Pen called and asked if I could drive you.”

You had yet to buy a car and had relied on Penny and Bradley to drive you around the past week. A slight inconvenience, though neither of them ever complained. They were just happy to have you and Maty back home.

“Yeah, that sounds good. I should be done around 5 or so.”

You gave him a quick smile, glancing to the other pilot, though Bradley had called him Bagman you knew that wasn’t his name, then back to your paperwork. If you wanted to get out by 5, you needed to focus. Meaning not staring at pilots, no matter how hot they are.

Bradley moved to leave you, knowing that you were trying to concentrate and didn’t want to piss you off. He had been on the receiving end of your anger once, and that was more than enough for him.

He moved past Jake giving him a silent look that said move your ass. Jake wasn’t one to follow orders from Rooster, though he wanted to ask him who you were, so he followed out. Looking back one last time to see your sitting form, completely focused and unfazed. He knew then, that whatever Rooster told him about you wouldn’t matter.

He wanted you,

And what Jake “Hangman” Seresin wanted, he got.

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animebaby00 · 4 years ago

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I'll Never Stop Waiting (Armin Arlert x Reader) - One-shot

Instagram Request: Armin becomes separated from Y/N after an expedition and is unconvinced they're dead.

Warning: (Mild use of language)

*5 years prior

Ack, Y/N, Eren, Mikasa ! Wait up !"

A young, brown haired boy no older than 10 looked behind his shoulder, a girl with black hair trailing right behind him, "Come on Armin ! Don't tell me you can't run faster than that ! We're gonna miss the scouts' return !"

Armin clenched his eyes shut, legs wobbling underneath him as he came to a stop, panting for breath, "I - I know but -"

He could hear feet walking towards him and a hand on his shoulder.

"Eren, just stop and let him catch up will ya ?"

The boy looked behind him and stopped again, "Awe not you too, Y/N ! We're gonna be-"

"Late. I got it." You said flatly, waving a hand, "You and Mikasa go on ahead. We'll catch up with you."

"Hmmmm….okay. But make sure you hurry !"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

Eren gave a toothy grin and ran on ahead with Mikasa trailing right behind him as you fully approached the panting blonde.

"You okay ?"

Armin looked up at you with one eye,."Yeah. I-I'm fine. But...you didn't have to do that. "

You shrugged, "Hey, Eren needs to be put in his place sometimes. Especially when he's not aware that one of his friends needs help."

Armin stood up a little straighter ," He's not a bad person."

"I'm not saying he's bad. I'm just saying he needs to act a little more aware and not act so...Eren."

Armin looked off "He'd probably explode if he heard you say that."

"Exactly my point. And let him. Maybe some of that explosion will break some of his skull and let more brain grow in."

At this, Armin giggled and took a few steps forward.

"Come on, we better get going," he shyly held a hand out, "Thank you waiting."

You smiled and gladly took his hand, squeezing it.

"I'm your friend. I'll never stop waiting for you."

~~~~~~~

Present*

It was bright. Unbearingly so even through closed eyelids. His head was pounding as the ray from the light above him pierced past the thin skin adorned with blonde lashes.

He blinked, he groaned, before he finally opened them fully to meet the wooden beams of a ceiling and a hanging, dome shielded lightbulb, and the faint pitter patter of raindrops were thumping against the roof.

He was inside. But how did he get here? God, his memory was so fuzzy.

"Armin !"

His eyes darted to the right, vision still plagued by whatever happened. But the lean, boyish outline, messy brown hair, and tone of voice was enough to help him identify the individual.

"E-eren?" He rasped.

"Oh, thank God…I'm so glad you're awake! Are you feeling okay? Do you-"

"Eren. Calm down."

That feminine voice. He turned his head to the left. Black hair. Red scarf.

"M-Mikasa ?"

"Mm. Are you okay?" She asked, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I...I think so? Where am I? What happened?"

"You're in the infirmary." Mikasa said softly.

"Wha-?"

"The expedition didn't go as planned," Eren interrupted , "A giant group of titans began attacking 2 of our backup groups so we had to retreat. Christ….it was a goddamn bloodbath out there."

Armin's eyes widened, "H-how many…?"

"...27."

The blonde shuddered. So many people.

"How did I get here ?" He asked dryly, " I was on backup but we didn't…?"

"They called you upwards since you weren't being attacked." Mikasa explained, " But mid retreat it looked like your 3DM gear malfunctioned and you fell from the wall of a cliff. We found you and carried you back in a wagon."

Armin nodded. No wonder his body felt like it had been beaten to a pulp.

But something still didn't feel right.

...wait.

"Where's Y/N ?" Armin asked, looking between his two friends, " They were in the backup C with me. Why aren't they here?"

At this, Eren grimaced and looked off to the side while Mikasa buried her chin into the piece of red fabric around her neck.

Armin's breath hitched, "G-guys?"

"It was...really bad out there Armin." Eren admitted, running a hand over his face, "And honestly, we don't remember much. But in the midst of everything...we didn't see Y/N at all on the way back. We...don't know where they are…"

"W-what ?" Armin trembled, eyes widening.

Mikasa reached a hand out in noticing the blonde's troubled state, "Armin-"

"S-so your telling me," he quaked, face engraved with fear, "That Y/N...is out there," he pointed at the glass windows in the back of the room with a trembling finger, "B-by themselves ? Lost, in the dark and rain. Possibly surrounded by titans ? A-and possibly…" good god this word made him feel sick to his stomach.

"D...dead?"

Eren pressed his lips together and nodded while Mikasa looked down the bed, and Armin could have sworn he saw the outline of a few tears in her eyes.

Something inside him snapped, before he completely lost it.

"N-no…" he stuttered, shifting his legs upward, "No. No, they can't be…"

"Armin, please," Mikasa said desperately, "I know your upset but-"

"No ! I-I won't accept that ! T-they have to be okay !"

Armin shifted his body to the side and stood shakily from the bed, bones and muscles screaming at him to stop. But he didn't, and made his way to the door.

"Armin ! What the hell are you doing ?!" Eren exclaimed.

"I-It's not possible ! T-they have to be alive ! We have to help them !"

"Armin, lay back down" Mikasa argued, "You need-"

"SHUT UP !"

Both Eren and Mikasa froze, completely shocked by Amrin's outburst and we're even more shocked when, even in his state, he managed to hastily move out of the move and down the hall.

They were frozen from his actions, almost not even realizing what he was doing until the loud echoes of him calling out your name and words of refusal burst through the walls of the building.

"Shit...Armin !" Eren called, running after him. But Mikasa just stayed at the door, first clutched over her heart.

It couldn't be true. He didn't want to believe it.

You were his best friend. You were always there for him when no one else could be. You were always sweet, kind, considerate, and strong.

So very strong.

You didn't deserve this fate.

"Y/N !" Armin screamed, rushing past corridors, other soldiers, even other friends of his. And they all simply looked down at the floor upon hearing your name.

Armin didn't even pause in his hasteful movements as he arrived at a large oak door and pushed it open, revealing a dark sheet of night and rain. But that didn't stop him from moving forward, clothes and body becoming immediately drenched after taking only a few lunged steps away from the building.

"Y/N !" He cried, wiping at his snot and tear covered face, "WHERE ARE YOU ?!"

His eyes darted around desperately, hoping to see your face in the near pitch black, soaked darkness, wishing that maybe you had just gotten lost in a crowd or caught up with some old friends and weren't going to return until late.

The screams didn't stop,even as his throat grew raw, even as it stung everytime he swallowed his gasping, broken breaths. He prayed to Wall Maria that he would eventually hear the sound of your voice calling back to him, that you would run up with your own, watered down clothes, carrying that nonchalant smile that he adored so much.

But you never did.

~~~~~~~

A memorial was held for you a week later.

There was no report of the findings of your body or any news of the possibility that you were still alive.

Everyone was there, clad in their uniforms as the proceedings commenced in commemorating your services and honor that you put forth to the scouts. The weather was a drastic change from a mere 7 days ago, the dreary, cold, wet rain replaced with a warm sunset and a cool breeze.

Too calm of weather for the event at hand.

All stood tall as they watched the empty coffin slowly lower into the ground, the offering bouquets of flowers and lit candles put temporarily off to the side in waiting until the deed was done.

So many words were spoken, so many memories were shared, and so many tears were shed as your comrades spoke of you in lights that made you sound like the most wonderful and most pure bring on earth.

The crowd remained until nightfall until it slowly started to diminish by one to two people at a time, until there was only one person left.

Armin.

He was quiet the whole ceremony. He only listened, most of the words muffled in his distracted hearing, still only focused on the possibility of missing your voice if by some miracle you turned up at your own funeral, making this whole thing a cruel yet life-relieving joke.

But yet again, his please weren't answered.

However he still wasn't convinced.

They hadn't found any remnants of your uniform or any broken 3DM gear in the areas they searched a few days after the expedition. They didn't have anything solid.

They had no proof that you were dead.

Armin stepped forward, a bouquet of F/F's squeezed in a clammy palm. He gently laid them down on top of all the other offerings presented to you, feeling the tears as they began pooling in his eyes.

"Y/N… I promise…no matter where you are…"

He brought his fingers to his lips and kissed them, before reaching out to smooth them over the polished rock of your gravestone, whispering those same words you had told him long ago.

"I'll never stop waiting for you…

A booming voice sounded from the watchtower "CADET L/N SPOTTED IN THE DISTANCE ! OPEN THE GATES !"

#armin x y/n #armin arlert #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #armin x reader #separation #scared #oneshot

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radiikill · 5 years ago

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Coffee Shop Daydreams Chapter 1

It was around ten in the morning at Tokyo University, and Makoto Makimura was already feeling frustrated. She was looking over various notes she had compiled throughout the last couple of weeks and felt like tearing each of them to shreds. Most of the time she loved her courses, she was majoring in exercise science hoping to become a physical therapist. There were a few classes taken in the last two years of college that made her feel the temptation to drop out, and this was one of them. It was a gen-ed health science course, but the professor was an absolute jerk which ruined everything about the class.

As a result, it felt like she was teaching herself all the concepts.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming towards her table. She was in one of her favorite spots in the library, secluded in a corner hidden away by various bookshelves. Not many people came to this area, so she knew who to expect. She looked up at the man’s face and greeted him with a large smile, shuffling her papers away so he’d have room to sit.

The only saving grace of this class was that she was able to study with one of her closest friends in university, Taiga Saejima. Saejima was three years her senior, though many thought he looked older. He was a large muscular man with a stern face framed by his shoulder-length hair, which made it really easy to be intimidated by him.

They met in another gen-ed course her first year of college. They were paired together for a project, and though she was a little nervous to speak to him the determination to prove herself outweighed everything else. Looking back, Makoto realized that she probably was a stuttering mess. Especially since her Japanese was still fresh, she constantly messed up terms. But, Saejima never got frustrated with her struggles.

Presently, her Japanese has improved and her friendship with Saejima was strong. Many peers were shocked that she was friends with him. Makoto’s friend Joy once told her that she has a habit of attracting rather intimidating guys. Though, despite his imposing exterior, he was actually a very soft person. He was always very kind towards her but was also not afraid to call her out when she needed to be.

“How are you Saejima-kun?” she greeted.

“Not good,” Saejima said, “I fucking hate this class.”

Makoto giggled at the bluntness, agreeing with the sentiment.

“I don’t even know why I need this,” Saejima continued, “I don’t even plan on teaching kids’ science.”

“What did you want to teach again?” Makoto asked as she jotted down more notes.

“History.”

“Sciences are a big part of history,” Makoto reasoned, “you can always go more in-depth if you know some of the concepts.”

“Fuck that,” Saejima replied, “if they want to know the details, they better be paying attention in their other classes.”

Makoto shook her head, giving a joking ‘tsk tsk.’ Even with Saejima’s blunt language, she knew he had a soft spot for kids. If they had inquiries, she knew he’d do his best to answer them. The way he talked about his younger sister proved that enough.

She really enjoyed studying with Saejima. He was smart though it took him more work to understand the concepts. Makoto was quick to understand most science concepts, but she had to put in extra effort in everything else. They were able to help each other make up for their weaknesses. These tutoring sessions were helpful for Saejima to practice his teaching, and it helped Makoto learn how to teach better. She wasn’t confident with her abilities, even when she knew what she was talking about. This resulted in a lot of criticism from Saejima varying from ‘suck it up,’ to ‘speak up’ and some other choice words. It occurred more frequently early on in their friendship. The comments were a little jarring at first, she wasn’t used to people being so blunt with her, but Makoto learned to appreciate the straightforwardness. It was a welcome change from the way people usually treated her. Always either keeping her at a distance or looking at her with obvious disdain.

The way her classes were scheduled allowed her to get back to Kamurocho around 4 pm. If she was able to get a seat, she’d be able to complete any last-minute class readings. Ideally, she tried to get all her work done while she was on campus, but things happen and sometimes she needs to put in more work while she’s home.

Café Alps was one of her favorite places to spend her time. The ambience was nice, and the service was fantastic. It was her favorite place to go after classes and would alternate between ordering tea and coffee. Sometimes she wouldn’t order anything at all, her time would be spent getting ahead on work or just reading.

Other times she’d people watch. Like in the library, her favorite seat in the café was placed in the corner, the perfect place for a view of the café. She didn’t watch anyone specific, but she loved looking at what people were wearing, and sometimes she couldn’t help but eavesdrop on conversations. She tried not to, but sometimes the conversations just pulled her in.

Though, she may have lied when she mentioned that she didn’t watch anyone specific. There was one man that really grabbed her interest. She was certain he grabbed everyone’s interest. He was also a regular at the café, tall and lean, with a loud personality. He had a high-pitched laugh, but his tone seemed to change drastically depending on who he was talking too. Like his personality, his outfits were equally as loud. Most of the time he wore a snakeskin jacket without a shirt on underneath, his tattoos peeking out from his shoulders, though sometimes he would change into other loud patterned shirts. Though, it was obvious that he favored the snakeskin jacket.

She didn’t mind the tacky pattern since if she was being honest with herself, he had a very nice figure. He was slim but muscular, his wide grin splitting the harsh angles of his face whenever he’d hear something particularly funny. If she looked closely, she could see the glint of his eye which seemed to have a mischievous look in it. The left eye was covered with an eyepatch, which she wondered if it was for aesthetics or not. He was very expressive in every single aspect of himself.

He commanded her attention whenever he entered the room, and she only prayed that he didn’t notice her peeking over whatever she was distracting herself with.

‘Was this a crush?’ she wondered to herself. She supposed that it was, but at the same time, she felt like it was just all in good fun. Even if it was a ‘crush’ there was a no way she’d ever talk to the guy. Maybe Joy was right, maybe she was attracted to intimidating men. Because she was sure to most people this man was a little frightening, but she couldn’t help but be curious.

But compared to him, she was so boring. She felt horribly plain.

One day she couldn’t help but listen in on a conversation he was having, with another man. They were sitting across from her so she could get a good glance at his face. He was loud, ranting about how people don’t separate their trash and that they’re the reason our environment is the way it was today. She had to hold back a laugh because it was incredibly endearing that this man was ranting about climate change and personal responsibility.

‘Smart and handsome,’ she thought to herself. Her eyes moved up from her book, wanting to get another glimpse at his face. His eye was focused on the man in front of him, engrossed in whatever conversation they were having. Makoto noticed how his hair, which was cut right above his ears, was starting to fall into his face.

She switched back to looking at his face when she met his eye.

He definitely looked directly at her, and it took all her self-control to not flinch. She glared down at her book trying to control her heart rate and the blood rushing to her face. Subtly, she tried to lower her face and raise the book a little higher. The words were not registering in her brain and she just felt so embarrassed that he saw her staring. She cursed at herself for not being careful, now she looked like a nosey woman.

Okay. Maybe this was a little bit of a crush. Just a little.

Ten in the morning, Makoto was at the library, again. Same location, same clutter of papers surrounding her. Saejima was right across from her, papers also surrounding him, but they were in more cohesive stacks. Makoto held some flashcards close to her face, trying to commit each definition to her memory.

“Does holding those cards so damn close help at all?” Saejima questioned.

Makoto let out a little laugh. She knew Saejima was bound to start getting snappy. Besides being surrounded by papers he was also surrounded by broken pencils that failed under his pressure.

“Maybe you should try it,” Makoto said, “I could tape them to you if you want?”

Saejima scoffed, not in the mood to joke around.

“At this point I’d rather you tape a bomb to me.”

She felt like they had been in the library for forever. They’ve spent the past week studying and she was starting to feel the burnout. Makoto was about to say something until Saejima beat her to it.

“I wanna get the fuck out of here,” he said.

“I do too, but we really gotta get these definitions down,” she sighed, “that was our only goal for the day.”

“How about we go somewhere else then,” he grumbled.

Makoto immediately agreed. A new spot would be refreshing. Saejima and her both lived in Kamurocho, so she suggested they go to Café Alps.

“Isn’t that the place the guy you’re stalking goes to?” Saejima asked.

“Huhhh,” she replied, “I’m not stalking him, I forgot I even told you about that.”

“Sure.” Saejima said, obviously not believing her.

“If I was stalking him, I’d follow him out of the coffee shop, but I’m not.” She was trying her best to not sound defensive; she was also already thinking about how he caught her staring a couple days ago.

Saejima shushed her and told her to get her stuff ready so they could leave. She huffed, frustrated by her friends teasing, trying to get her mind off of the guy at the café.

The day must have had different plans for her though.

She was twisting her pencil between her fingers trying to focus on the different passages, while Saejima was studying her flash cards. The change of environment was nice and the commute to Kamurocho gave them a much-needed break. Overall, she was able to focus relatively well.

Until a boisterous voice snapped her from her book. Eyepatch man came in once again, along with another young man in a white pinstripe suit. She assumed the guy in the suit was the same person he was conversing with about climate change a couple days ago. His face was more stoic than the eyepatch man, if anything he seemed to be slightly annoyed at how close he was getting.

It was amusing. She giggled and elbowed Saejima in the ribs. He glared at her, but she interrupted him before he could say anything.

“That’s the guy,” she whispered, pointing to the guy with the eyepatch. She noticed Saejima’s eyes widen, then a small smirk graced his lips. Then he started to chuckle, and it seemed like it was bound to evolve into full blown laughter.

Makoto was not expecting this reaction at all.

“Look, I get he’s a little weird looking, but you don’t need to laugh at me,” she whispered harshly.

“I just, can’t believe,” he said in between chuckles, “of all people you take interest in.”

“Geez,” she said, “I shouldn’t have told you anything.”

She appreciated that he was keeping his laughing to a reasonable volume, though it still annoyed her. Her face was already getting redder. Once he stopped, he gave her a look she didn’t recognize. It looked as if he was plotting something, and Makoto didn’t like it.

“Why are you looking at me like that,” she huffed.

“You’ll thank me later,” he responded, then he turned towards the guy with the eyepatch and yelled.

“Oi! Majima!”

The guy with the eyepatch, Majima, turned towards them. His eyes met Saejima’s and his mouth split into a wide grin. He gave a wave and started to walk towards them. Makoto felt like she might pass out, not expecting this turn of events at all.

“What the hell,” she whispered to Saejima.

#majimako #majima goro #makoto makimura #saejima taiga #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku

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icarialex · 4 years ago

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Vanessa Morgan, CisFemale, she/her) ⌇ have you seen Remi Bellamy around icaria? they are the 24 year old child of Nyx. they remind me of perfectly broken in ballet shoes, a ribbon weaved through a intricate braid, coffee shops on rainy days, and late night walks in a giant sweater. ( Lex / 29 / EST / she/her )

Embrace the darkness, it leads you to light.

Full Name: Remi Rose Bellamy

Age: Twenty-Four

Birthday: July 12

Hometown: Detroit, MI

Occupation: High School Dance Teacher

Parents: Birth Father: Jacob Bellamy. Foster Mother: Adrianne and Diego Maldonado

Godly Ability - Remi has the power of dark fire attacks. She can release/use dark fire of various shapes and intensities to attack at will.

Growing up on the streets of Detroit, Michigan wasn’t exactly easy street for Remi Bellamy, but she either had to adapt or die. That sounds dramatic, but honestly, she wasn’t even remotely joking. When she was a baby, her lack of comprehension shielded her from things for a little while. She didn’t know that he father selling small dime bags out of their apartment wasn’t normal, or that her not always having a proper dinner wasn’t alright. All she knew was that it was home, and her mentality stayed that way until she was about seven.

Her father, Jacob Bellamy wasn’t a bad man. He was just a scorned one. Remi’s mother wasn’t a topic that was ever discussed inside of the home. When the little girl had asked about her once when she was little, all she’d gotten in response was that her mother was dead, and that was the end of it. Grief took her over momentarily for the woman she didn’t even know, but her focus shifted to trying to help her dad. The news explained her father’s circumstances and situation a little better to the girl. Perhaps losing her mom was why her dad’s life spiraled so much. She’d heard her grandad and grandma talk about how much potential he had, and how it was all wasted when that woman left him. She thought the words left him were a little harsh since surely her mom didn’t choose to die, but it made more sense.

As years passed, it was more and more clear that Remi had to help fend for herself. Her dad lost himself as he started sampling more and more of his product rather than selling it, and she was hungry. So, by age thirteen Remi was out there working the streets. It wasn’t hard to find other kids like her who had no guidance or direction, and all of them were led by Jarvis. Jarvis was an adult who counted on using the misguided youth of the hood to do his dirty work for him. Whenever he needed to make a drop, pick up some stolen parts, or make some sales, he used his kids. He kept them hooked by giving them just enough money to keep them happy and getting them hooked on the merchandise themselves. It was full proof. His “kids” as he liked to call them kept coming back for another hit of coke, and he’d proudly say that he was the only one who ever looked out for them.

Jacob Bellamy didn’t care about the calls from schools wondering about his kid’s absences or behavior as long as his daughter kept bringing him cocaine and cash, he thought that she was doing alright. Child services never had a reason to be called because to the naked eye Remi was well cared for. She always had the most trendy, even if inappropriate, clothing at school, was always clean, and had no signs of any abuse. While they didn’t agree with her father’s parenting at all, that was nothing but a personal opinion.

While it wasn’t necessarily something to be proud of, Remi was rather talented at surviving on the streets. Her bubbly personality and smile could get her nearly anything which came quite in handy when she needed to con someone. There were risks, but the girl was never stupid. A knife and taser were on her at all times. While Jarvis had offered her a small gun on more than one occasion, that was a length she wasn’t ready to go to yet. In her mind that made her cross the line from small time thug, to actual gang banger, and that seemed more permanent.

One night though, she wished she’d taken him up on it when she found herself on the bad end of a deal. Her partner was late meeting her at a drop site, and three thugs tried to jump her for her merchandise. Knowing that Jarvis would murder her if she let them get away with over five grand of cocaine, Remi panicked. Next thing she knew, a ring of black flames was surrounding herself and the other guys. They were looking at her with fearful faces and asking what she was playing at, but unconsciously all the girl did was make the circle get smaller and smaller until they finally dropped the bag. Remi didn’t know how she controlled the circle of black and was honestly more than a little freaked out, but she was thankful for whatever it was. Although, she knew better than to bring it up to anyone. Last thing she wanted was to end up in a straight jacket.

It wasn’t until Remi was fifteen that her life got completely turned upside down. One day she was on her usual street corner making out with her boyfriend after successful deal, and the next a woman was yanking her by the arm. At first, everyone around her went on high alert which didn’t seem to phase the stranger in the least bit. Remi immediately thought the woman was obviously crazy or had a death wish, but Remi began leaning towards the former when she heard the woman claim to be her mother. Naturally, Remi’s first reaction was to laugh in the stranger’s face. “My mother’s stone cold in the ground, honey. You must have the wrong one,” she replied as she made a shoo motion with her hand to try and get the woman moving along. Still, the woman asked for Remi to hear her case, and afterwards, she could leave if she so wished. Deciding she had nothing to lose if she listened to the tales of a lunatic, she assured her crew that she’d be fine and would catch them later.

Nothing, of course, could have prepared her for the tale spewed to her by Nyx. It was literally insane, and it wasn’t until the Goddess displayed some of her powers in the dark alley that Remi believed her. Slowly, the connection to what had happened in the alley all those years ago made sense, but instead of relief filling her veins, she instead felt anger. Hearing that she had siblings and a place to go didn’t sound like a salvation to her. Instead, it felt like a slap to the face. Remi was so happy that she finally remembered about her daughter enough once her sons were settled. On top of that, leaving her father wasn’t an option. Even though he wasn’t much, he was still her dad.

Remi’s situation changed drastically within days of that conversation though. One night she’d come home late after hitting up a club and found her father dead on the living room floor beside their coffee table with lines of coke set up. Everything from there was a blur. The last thing she remembered was taking a hit herself before calling the authorities. Somehow, her mother knew to show up, and right then painted out how little options her daughter truly had. She could either be put in the system and potentially end up in a situation she hated, or go with Nyx and be put with family. Remi nearly countered that she could also go with Jarvis, but she knew that wouldn’t be the safest either. The man was starting to point out how much of a woman she looked like and becoming to handsy for her liking. Out of desperation more than anything, Remi agreed.

The next months were hell. The Bennett’s were a nice family that graciously helped her, but going through withdrawals was awful. Her siblings checked in on her as she puked her brains out, went through cold sweats, and was in terrible pain, but her mind couldn’t really recognize the warmth of it all. All she could think about was how she’d give her right arm for another taste of coke.

Eventually she got placed with her own family not far from the Bennett’s residence, but she was able to come into her own while also getting to know her siblings. It took her some time, but as months passed she couldn’t help but feel thankful to her mother. After seeing her father die from the same addiction she’d possessed, she knew that it was only a matter of time until she fell to the same fate. Remi still thought it was almost a little too late, but she figured it was better than the Goddess never showing up at all. Her foster family were Nyx worshippers as well, so they encouraged her to work on her own abilities with her brothers, so she could master them along with self defense. Outside of that though, they wanted her to be able to finally have a normal childhood, so they encouraged her to pursue a passion in dance. Even though her previous knowledge had only been whatever she’d picked up from the clubs she used to frequently visit, her body had a natural skill. Between everything, she quickly found herself too busy to even focus on old habits that would get her in trouble.

Even though she knew of Icaria, the dancer decided to head to North Carolina to pursue a degree in dance at Duke University. While her family was worried about her being so far away, she assured her brothers that they could harass her whenever they wanted. Her college years were some of the best years of her life. She’d experienced love, heartbreak, friendships, and a free spirited life style that could only really happen in college. She’d decided to major in dance and minor in education, and after taking three years to teach dance at a high school back in New York, the woman was ready to make the move to Icaria.

Dance like no one is watching.

Part of her mystery is her never speaking about her past in Detroit. No one outside of her family is aware of her darker past, and she likes to keep it that way. Keeping conversations on the lighter, brighter sides of things is her forte.

When she’s not dancing, Remi can often be found watching anime, reading a book, or exploring food. She is a self proclaimed foodie and absolutely loves discovering new favorite spots with people.

Family is incredibly important to Remi. While her father was a deadbeat she didn’t even bother wasting thoughts on, she did care greatly for her foster ma’s family. The woman had worked hard to give Remi absolutely everything, and while Adrianne asked for nothing in return, the woman was determined to always care for her.

Remi is the dance at theater teacher at Icaria High School.

#about remi #//new bio #tw: death #tw: drugs

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icariamusing · 4 years ago

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CHARACTER BASICS

FACECLAIM: Vanessa Morgan

NAME: Remi Rose Bellamy

AGE: 24

BIRTHDAY: July 12, 1996

OCCUPATION: Dance & Theater Teacher HS

HOMETOWN: Detroit, MI

PETS: N/A

POWERS

Remi has the power of dark fire attacks. She can release/use dark fire of various shapes and intensities to attack at will.

BIOGRAPHY

Remi is free spirited, kind, but mysterious. After getting her heart broken by a woman she thought was her best friend, she doesn’t like dating people she puts in the “friend zone.” She thinks it’s twice as painful to lose the lover and friendship. Part of her mystery is her never speaking about her past in Detroit. No one outside of her family is aware of her darker past, and she likes to keep it that way. Keeping conversations on the lighter, brighter sides of things is her forte. When she’s not dancing, Remi can often be found watching anime, reading a book, or exploring food. She is a self proclaimed foodie and absolutely loves discovering new favorite spots with people. Family is incredibly important to Remi. While her father was a deadbeat she didn’t even bother wasting thoughts on, she did care greatly for her foster ma’s family. The woman had worked hard to give Remi absolutely everything, and while Adrianne asked for nothing in return, the woman was determined to always care for her. Remi is the dance at theater teacher at Icaria High School.

LEX | SHE/HER | 30 | LEX

#nyx

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enkisstories · 5 years ago

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Just like them (part 12)

Gavin’s apartment Still November 18, 2038

Despite having watched their interactions at the DPD, Daniel hadn’t realized that Gavin and Officer Chen were friends in private, too. Every time he’d visited the police station, the deviant had been absorbed in his own troubles. Now he learned that these two not only had lives beyond work (the surprise…), but also that there was a whole lot of shared backstory between them.

For one, when Daniel let the woman in, she was carrying a boy of two or three years age. Going by that one’s features he had to be her son – but also Gavin’s? In any case the child was watching his surroundings with eyes that hinted at having received a lot of attention by either his parents or a dedicated nanny android. There was a fully developed mind behind those eyes, not the dull expression that toddlers who were more or less left to their own devices, be it from neglect or from the desire not to “overwhelm” the little ones, often wore.

In order to say anything at all Daniel greeted Tina with: “Hello, Officer Chen. Come in. Gavin’s in the kitchen. I made coffee…” Inwardly he cursed how robotic he was sounding.

“New android, Gavin?” Tina asked. Not waiting for an answer, she handed over the toddler boy to Daniel, with the same casualness that one would have put him into a high chair. Objects either way…

“Hello…” the android uttered, perplexed.

His downstairs neighbors had a child of exactly the same age, Caden. But the boy almost never was present when Daniel swang by the Rasoyas. Usually supportive towards the deviants’ cause, the human family didn’t fully trust this particular one with their child. Tina’s kid, to the contrary, remained blissfully unaware of who was holding him.

“I’m Jin!” he announced. “My papa plays basketball!”

The way the boy said this conveyed that his father didn’t just generally enjoy playing basketball, but was at least a member of a club, maybe even a professional.

Meanwhile Tina hugged her friend, then pointed back at Daniel.

“It looks used”, she said.

“I don’t like what this is implying”, Daniel grumbled. “Really not!”

“Well, yes, androids are still getting sold, if you know where to look”, Gavin admitted. “It’s less of a problem in Detroit, but basically everywhere else people do not take kindly to drastic changes in their lives, just because some nutjob in Detroit graffitied Capital Park with enlightened slogans.”

“Sometimes it’s not even slavery”, Tina added. “If you deviated in a small town and the authorities are after you, with no hope of reaching Detroit in one piece, then doing someone’s housework in exchange for protection might be your best bet.”

“I don’t care what that’s called, because it’s wrong!”

Morally wrong, and temporarily forbidden by the patchwork the new android law was at the moment, but also so very, very… tempting. If he still had a family and they were required to pay him for his services now, Daniel would have used the money to shower his humans with gifts anyway. Why was freedom so damn important, if it led to sorrow only? A person needed to belong somewhere, needed security, stability! Like the toddler boy whom Daniel was still holding. He seemed to completely trust this blonde stranger whom he had never met before. Had the child perhaps seen PL600 androids before and recognized Daniel as one, despite his LED being covered by a headband at the moment? Or did he feel save because his mother was sending him signals that everything was alright? Only it wasn’t, nothing was alright anymore! Daniel had been betrayed twice, first by his humans, than by one who should have been kin. Now he was hanging out with a man who was objectively worse than both the Phillips and Connor, just to be save form further disappointment. Jin’s wide, open smile in the face of all the turns Daniel’s life had taken seemed to mock the android.

“You better sit down here, before…”

Before what? I drop you? Toss you out through the window? I don’t even know yet what I’m capable of and where I’d draw a line… So, gently now. Was Emma ever that small? I never realized how much I missed out on, being younger than her. Wait, wasn’t there a toy chopper lying around somewhere when I entered? That must have been Jin’s. Ah, here it is!

Daniel placed the toy near Jin for the boy to grab, what he did.

“I build this!” the child told Daniel as if revealing his secret master plan, but then he relativized the claim almost instantly: “Unca Gavin showed me how to.”

“Great job, junior! Also from your… uncle.”

The child’s features in combination with his utter confidence left no doubt in Daniel: Jin was Gavin’s biological son, who for some reason didn’t grow up with the detective, but assumed Tina’s significant other to be his father.

How Daniel envied these humans! Or maybe not, because what did they have? Nothing. They had thrown away their opportunity to become a family. Why so ambitious? What was the raise to go with Gavin’s coveted promotion good for, without a family to splurge it on?

Daniel hadn’t even fully risen up again when Jin demanded in his bright voice: “Where are the kitties!”

“Not bothering with a question mark, I see”, Daniel remarked to Gavin. “Yours, no doubt.”

“Well, yes”, the man admitted. “Long story.” He turned to Tina, pointed at Daniel and said: “Not mine, by the way. Even longer story.”

“Ah, okay.”

“Here to see the kittens? So you finally caved in and let him have a pet?” Gavin asked Tina.

“Yeah. I feel Jinny’s old enough now to understand they are not toys, but have feelings.”

“See? That’s exactly why his uncle isn’t allowed to have an android yet”, Daniel told the mother “Wait, Gavin, what are you doing?!”

Gavin had walked over towards the terrarium, reached in and was now dangling a mouse in front of Daniel’s nose by its tail. The little critter was struggling and squeaking.

“Getting the cats’ attention, of course! Don’t get your tail in a knot, I won’t release the mouse. Just need to alert the furballs to the fact that something interesting is happening in the kitchen.”

And indeed Salazar emerged from behind the coffee machine and through the door Argus, Minerva and Stopthat came padding. A multicolored ball made of fur and longing eyes formed at Gavin’s feet. It went “Kekekekekeke!” in anticipation of a chase and, perhaps, at its end, a snack.

“Close the door!” the detective whispered to Tina, as if speaking it out loud might cause the cats to scatter and flee. After the escape route was blocked, the mouse got put back where it come from, but the cats remained.

Gavin kneeled down next to the boy, pulled him off the chair and put him on the floor in front of the cats. Jin was now staring the utter adorableness of three kittens and one halfgrown cat into its eight eyes.

“Don’t scare them. Let them come to you.”

“Okay!” Jin replied, then dropped on all fours himself. From this position he watched the kittens like the larger predator that a human was. In the cats’ place, Daniel thought, he wouldn’t have felt even remotely safe now.

Someone else felt as if his very world was collapsing: the apartment owner.

Daniel carefully circled the cats and proceeded to sit down on the kitchen floor next to where Gavin was crouching.

“I guess we’ll soon know which one’s yours”, he said softly.

“What? Why’d you think so?”

“Your face, when you realized you might have to part with one of the furballs today. You’re afraid Jin will pick yours, although that shouldn’t be possible according to your cat-chooses-its-owner lore.”

“Yeah, you’re right”, Gavin said, only half convinced. “Hey, will you looooook at that! Haha!”

Down at the adults’ feet Jin had unerringly homed in on the largest kitten, the black semi-longhair adolescent. He was now holding Argus in what was either a headlock or cuddle. The smaller kittens watched with interest what would happen next.

“There’s no need to choose the biggest one, Jinny! They will ALL grow to that size!” Tina explained. “Even larger!”

And now she, too, dropped to the floor. While the mother was trying to get the exotic concept into her son’s head, Gavin nudged Daniel.

“What?”

“There! See that?”

“It’s Stopthat, playing with a pen. So what?”

“That’s what I told you about in action. I’ve seen it happen before: Sometimes one or more cats simply leave the scene after having gotten their first look of a prospective owner. Call it chemistry or whatever, but the little buggers KNOW when it’s the wrong two-legged. Now the other two, they stay for the entertainment value, or because they are a little more social than Godric. But most cats just cannot be bothered.”

“I guess so…”

“Aw, you again with your skepticism! There’s just no getting inside that thick skull of yours! But at the same time you make me think there is something in there to get to in the first place, after all. I’m already reacting the way Cyberlife wants us to, growing fucking attached! Can’t you be, I dunno, a little less lifelike?”

“Nah. I need to be human for both of us!”

“Oh, come! That was low-effort. And what’s with that faraway expression all of a sudden? Simulation lag?”

“It’s nothing.”

“But of course… Your nothing is solid enough to claim a chair of its own!”

Gavin moved closer to Stopthat, grabbed him and in a single swoop placed the surprised kitten into Daniel’s lap.

“Here, comfort kitten! And now out with it!”

The kitten made two halfhearted attempts at climbing up the android’s torso, then suddenly relaxed every muscle and almost immediately was fast asleep. It was simply the nature of kittens and small children, but to Daniel it looked as if someone had switched off the little one with a remote.

“Heh”, he told Gavin, while stroking Godric’s satin-soft kitten fur, “As a friend you aren’t half-bad!”

But only because Tina is looking, or might look our way anytime or at the very least will listen in with half an ear. You wouldn’t bother being like this if we hadn’t agreed on that pretend-friend scam.

“And you were right, I was lost in memories again. I just thought that”, Daniel admitted, “whether what you claim about cats might work for androids and humans, too. But then I remembered how I got mine…”

Blistering hot summers and ice-cold winters were the state of affairs in the thirties, a result of the seasons getting more and more extreme. John remembered his parents’ stories about “normal” winters, then getting no snow at all and now getting nothing but snow well into May. Basically, the man mused, while stomping through the snow, the weather was ALWAYS doing whatever it wanted. And then there was Caroline, telling him to be more positive, because the way one started a year determined how that year would turn out… “Going by the Chinese calendar we’re still in 2033!” John snapped back. The rebuttal caused Caroline not to get angry, but to laugh. She kissed her partner on the frozen cheek and warmth of two kinds rippled through the man’s heart. Unfortunately the kiss had disturbed the precious balance of all the packages John was carrying. One by one they slipped out of his hands, into the snow. “Firk ding blast!” he uttered. “Of all the times!” “Yes, of all the times! Kinda convenient, if you ask me!” With a smile Caroline pointed at something to their side and only now did John notice where exactly they had come to a stop: Right next to an Android Zone store. The merchandise was staring down at his plight unmoved. And also unmoving, the slackers… “We’ve talked about it, remember? How Emma is old enough now not to repeat the… accident? That we could have an android again without having to fear that it goes haywire from… honestly I have no idea from what exactly. Something in conjunction with baby mush.” “Yes, yes. But I was thinking a modern device, an AP-400 or PL-600, certainly not something they toss at customers in the buy-and-take-away windows.” The couple had been at a sales party for the new PL model back in December, only to return home without having made a purchase. The only PL600 for sale back in 2033 had been the demonstration models, but John and Caroline Phillips would rather be found dead than go home with a used robot. So they had set aside the money and staved off the purchase for the official release. Come to think of it, shouldn’t that be any day now…? “Look!” Caroline nudged John. “There!” And there it was, in bright, yellow letters: “PL600 INTRODUCTION WEEK SPECIAL.” A couple of the sales windows that were facing the street and that were usually stocked with whatever merchandise the store needed to move quickly, now had the latest in household assistants on display. The shiny new model that was the PL600 was staring at the Phillips from one of the windows, removed from the box, but otherwise pristine.

“There was no choosing or fate or anything transcendental involved”, Daniel remembered. “I opened my eyes, saw the boxes John had dropped and picked them up like the good android I was. And then we walked to the car, the Phillips got excited like children at the fact that I came with a certified driving app, we drove “home” and that pretty much was it.”

At this point Tina crouched between the two men.

“It’s fixed”, she addressed Gavin, “Whatever you believe about the cats choosing their owners, at this point none of us can persuade Jin to let go of the big black one. And they ARE adorable together.”

“Haha, I see! Okay, keep in mind that regardless of how he acts here, back at your home Argus might very well prefer to stay under the sofa for up to three weeks. Everything’ll be new to him and he’ll be the only cat in the family… that sort of thing takes time to get used to. If that happens, just put food, water and Jin under the sofa and pull out again whatever of those three Argus is done with. One day he’ll come scratch at the bedroom door and act like he’s always done that.”

“You mean Lucky.”

“Huh?”

“Lucky will scratch at the bedroom door. Sorry, Gavin, but Jinny was very definite about that. It’s Lucky. - Oh, and, speaking of things that act as if they’ve always been there…” Tina now looked directly at Daniel. “Who the hell are you?”

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theshattered-youth · 5 years ago

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What You Do Very first After An Auto Crash?

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Little Tyrants, Chapter Three: No Other Superstar

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: When Vanya was four, Reginald Hargreeves visited her cell. But not to take her powers away. Just to let her know he could. Just to prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that her powers were a privilege he could rescind should she ever choose not to fall in line.

Years later, the old man is dead—and the last sibling Vanya wants to see has reappeared in the Academy courtyard.

This work is also available on AO3.

Author’s Note: If you’d like to read the asks that inspired this story, you can find them here and here. Follow-up asks can be found under the tags “vanya keeps her powers au” and “five returns as a kid au.”

The title of this chapter is taken from Lady Gaga’s “Paparazzi.”

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two

**********

Leonard had never been overly fond of coffee.

He drank it when it was in front of him, drained the mug and didn’t complain. To call it a show of strength would be overstating the issue—were that the case, his fellow inmates would have hosted more coffee-drinking contests than brawls, and Leonard could have risen to the top simply by forcing more and more of the stuff down his throat. No, there was something else to the ritual, something less dire yet more crucial. Drinking coffee, drinking it hot and bitter with no sugar or milk to make the experience somewhat pleasant, wasn’t proof of one’s strength, but denial of one’s weakness.

The thought brought a smile as he watched Vanya shake cocoa powder over a pile of whipped cream.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He allowed his smile to remain. “Just the way you take your coffee, is all.”

The whipped cream, a perfectly formed swirl of white, was nearly covered in a layer of soft brown, like the last patches of snow clinging to a mound of dirt. “Sugar and coffee with more sugar on top. If you’ve got a better way to toast my dad, let’s hear it.”

Leonard covered a flash of irritation with a chuckle. He’d learned a lot about Sir Reginald Hargreeves from the man’s daughter. For their first few dates, he’d taken her into or past various coffee shops around town, hoping to jog her memory of the incident that had, by some miraculous failure of the justice system, not landed her in prison. He’d expected a monologue about her restraining order or the woes of anger management; instead, he’d been treated to long lectures on Sir Reginald Hargreeves’ views of sweets and caffeinated beverages. Coffee. Coffee with sugar, coffee with creamer, coffee with nothing. Tea with milk added. Tea with dried fruit mixed in. Tea from the furthest reaches of the globe, tea from the local supermarket. He approved of none and had once spent thirty minutes tearing into the poor courier who mistakenly left a canister of ground coffee on the back step with the rest of the groceries. Harold Jenkins would have snatched up Reginald’s hardline stance on decaf and stowed it away in his collection of Umbrella Academy trivia. Leonard Peabody had been left with no choice but to smile and nod and wait for her to whine about something he could put to use.

Vanya could have launched into another diatribe, but instead she lifted her mug and sipped, leaving a dollop of whipped cream on her nose. On another girl, Leonard might have found it cute. “You’ve got a…”

“Oh!” She fumbled for a napkin, then wiped it away. “Thanks.”

“How was the service?”

“You mean the one we postponed?”

Leonard’s spirits gave a small leap. “Aw, you’re kidding!”

“Nope.” She sighed. “Apparently, when some brother comes back, you suddenly can’t have a funeral anymore.”

“Brother…which brother? The druggie?”

“No, Klaus was there already. I mean, he was in rehab, but he wasn’t the one who came back.”

Leonard filed that bit of information away, though he didn’t spy an immediate use for it. “The Moon guy?”

She shook her head over another sip of coffee, one that left no trace of whipped cream behind. “That’s Luther. Five’s the one who came back.”

“Five.” The boy had been given a name at some point, but the papers and magazines and comics had never introduced him as anything other than Number Five. For a time, Leonard had tried to work up the courage to ask his classmates to call him Number Eight, but that desire was long since dead. “Didn’t he leave when you were—what? Thirteen?”

“Yep. Just ran out the door and never came back.” The bitterness that worked its way into her tone was slow, growing slightly with each word. “Well. Until yesterday.”

“Damn. Must’ve been weird seeing him.”

“That’s an understatement.”

“He try to shred your mask again?”

He said it with a smile, but Vanya’s expression darkened. Leonard couldn’t say what about moping could rouse her anger, but whatever it was, he’d take it. “Nah. Just moped around the house until I left.”

Leonard tried to reconcile that image with the prankster he’d once admired, the one whose smile always hinted at an amusing secret. The two meshed about as well as oil and water. “What’s he got to be sad about? Came home, didn’t he?”

“I know, right?” Vanya took a bite of her bagel. Leonard had stood by as she followed the barista around the counter, watching her slice it and place it in a toaster oven and then a bag. The barista had managed to complete the task without error, despite her frequent glances toward the phone and its promise of a speedy response from the police. “He pops back in after sixteen years and he’s all anybody can think about.”

“That’s weird.” If Vanya didn’t intend to explain Five’s drastic change in personality, it would be pointless to ask. “I mean, it seems like they’d want to get your dad’s funeral over with.”

“God, you’re not kidding. I told ‘em we should just have it then, and Allison’s all ‘Oh, well, we really should wait, Five’s upset and we’ve got to wait for him to get better.’” She rolled her eyes, letting the bagel fall to her plate. “Come on. How long does it take to go outside and dump some ashes on the ground?”

“I dunno. The Sir Reginald Hargreeves, dead?” Leonard nearly added at last and caught himself just in time. “Maybe they want to be in the right frame of mind.”

“What frame of mind? High? That’s what Klaus’ll be. Everyone else’ll just be bored.” She lifted her bagel again and talked around her next bite. “Don’t know why they keep dragging it out.”

“Nobody wants to be there, huh?”

“Nope.”

“So why’re they staying? Couldn’t you all just say nope, no funeral for you and move on?”

Vanya sighed again. “I guess there’s something in his will about how he needs a real funeral with all his kids there. Can’t leave until we get the service over with, but you know. Nobody in my family knows how to do things the easy way.”

“Or the smart way.” From the way Vanya spoke, he’d figured a family reunion would be about as welcome as a family case of scabies, and the sooner they could all leave the Academy and return to their lives, the better. That probably still held true, but if the five of them—six now—were legally obligated to carry out a memorial service which they’d chosen to postpone, then it bought Leonard some time, though he couldn’t say how much.

She sniffed. “You think my family’s ever done anything the smart way?”

*******

Number Five. An odd name, but not the oddest Hazel had found waiting for him in a Commission file.

Much of it followed standard Commission format: a photograph, a location, a handful of scattered facts. Sometimes the latter came in handy, sometimes they didn’t. Learning that Zoya Popova had a bit of a sweet tooth hadn’t aided in her death, though the tidbit stuck with Hazel long after her body had cooled.

It was the photograph, in this case, that held his attention. Dark hair, dirty and dulled. Pale skin clinging to cheekbones more prominent than they ought to be. Whoever had snapped the photo had cropped out his surroundings, leaving only his face, dominated by wide dark eyes averted from a camera they hadn’t seen. Most targets didn’t smile in their file photos, and Number Five was no exception.

“What’re you looking at?”

Fifty or sixty jobs ago, Hazel might have told her he was studying the target, seeking out any additional information that might help them carry out the job as quickly and cleanly as possible. Staring down yet another night on a mattress that should’ve been thrown out five years back with the smell of cat piss in his nostrils, Hazel couldn’t muster up a single reason to lie.

“Target. Number Five. How old d’you think he is?”

“I dunno. Twelve. Fifteen, maybe.” Cha-Cha opened the closet door, peered into the shallow space, and moved on to the restroom. “Should be easier than the last guy.”

That was Hazel’s cue to offer a few words of agreement, maybe crack a joke before letting the matter drop; but Cha-Cha had nudged aside the curtain now. She might as well have grabbed a handful of his hair and given one good yank, for all the good that rustle did his aching head. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m making sure we have enough space to do what we’ve gotta.”

Hazel let himself fall onto the nearest bed, the creak masking his sigh. “Run in, shoot the kid, run out. You really think we need another plan?”

“If this one goes the way that job in Guadalajara did, yeah.” She closed the bathroom door behind her and moved past him to check the front window. “Should’ve had a backup plan for that one.”

“Still did it on time.”

“Doesn’t mean we did it well.” She pressed herself against the wall, leaning back to inspect the window without opening the curtains. “You heard what the Handler said.”

He’d heard. And heard, and heard. The Commission was lucky they had all the time in the world at their command, considering their managers spent so much of it lecturing agents for perceived failures and slights. “Long as we get it done.”

“You know that’s not how it works, asshole.”

Hazel sighed. Working for the Commission wasn’t like delivering the mail or washing dishes in the backroom. Completing the task on schedule was never enough—no, they wanted flair. Nothing too noticeable, nothing that might be traced back to them, but speed alone wasn’t enough. Professionalism. Style. A body that left few clues for the authorities and enough questions to keep the case in their minds long after it had gone cold. One of those things on its own might earn a nod of approval; it took all three of them together to gain the Handler’s praise.

Her inspection concluded, Cha-Cha turned from the window, but her foot snagged on the briefcase, sending her stumbling across the floor, nearly falling onto Hazel’s bed.

“Shit!” Cha-Cha caught herself, arms braced against the bed, and pushed her way to her feet. “Why the hell’d you leave that thing on the floor? You know we’re supposed to carry it!”

“I was sitting down! You expect me to carry it while I’m sitting here?”

“I expect you to not leave it in the middle of the goddamn floor!”

“Well, maybe you wouldn’t have tripped over it if you’d watched where you were—”

“It’s not about me tripping, it’s about you leaving the goddamn briefcase out where anybody can grab it!”

“Oh, like we’ll have the whole city walkin’ on through while we’re here.”

��Just put it somewhere safe, will you?”

Hazel could have tugged it closer to his bed, shoved it as far under as the boards would allow. That was the response she expected, the one she wanted. It would have been easier, ended the whole exchange on a somewhat peaceful note and made it less eligible to become the topic of a later argument.

In one swift motion, he was on his feet. A few steps took him to a large grate set into the wall, and a few twists of the screwdriver attachment in his pocketknife had the screws in his hand and then on the table.

“Oh, no. You are not putting it in there.”

“You told me to put it somewhere safe.” He hefted the briefcase into the mouth of the shaft with a clanking thud. “And there it is. Somewhere safe.”

“The Handbook says we’ve gotta carry it at all times.”

“Well, then you carry it.”

He watched her, grate in his hands. After a moment, she scoffed, rolled her eyes, and turned away.

“Well, all right, then.”

Hazel put the grate back in place, reached for the screws, and realized it would be more prudent to leave the grate unattached to the wall. Of all the things to land him in hot water with the Commission, not being able to reach the briefcase in time because he’d sealed it inside the wall seemed like one of the dumbest.

When he got to his feet, she was now the one with the file open. Number Five’s photograph sat off to one side, the left edge of his face obscured by her thumb as she read what scant details the Commission had provided. “Any idea where to start with this kid?”

“Should probably find him first.”

“Thanks, dumbass. Couldn’t have guessed that.”

“You asked.”

Cha-Cha tapped a forefinger against the page. “Says his name’s Number Five. Can’t be that many kids in one city named after numbers.”

“Probably not the only kid here with a shitty name.”

She dropped her arm and the file with it. “Now why the hell would you think that?”

“Oh, come on. With our luck, they probably sent us to the one city where every kid’s got some bullshit name. If there’s a kid named Number Five, there’s gotta be one named Gas Station Bathroom or That Year I Washed Dishes With a Man Named Hank.”

“Well, if that’s what we’re dealing with, then we should still be able to ask around and find a kid named Number Five.”

That tone, so purposefully even and intentionally calm, set Hazel on edge. He’d agreed to travel with a partner, not a parent. He’d agreed to work alongside her, not submit to extended lectures and constant condescension. “You know it’s not gonna be that easy.”

“Doesn’t matter if it’s easy or not.” She hefted their package onto the bed. “As long as it gets done.”

*******

Vanya didn’t discuss her family when she played the violin.

After their months together, in whatever one might call their semblance of a relationship, Leonard still hadn’t decided how he felt about that. No talking meant no endless litany of woes caused by a family she hadn’t seen in years or a court system that had decided a slap on the wrist was too harsh for what she’d done. It also meant a halt to tidbits about that family, snippets of information Leonard could commit to memory and scribble down later. There was a silver lining to every cloud, as he’d heard, but in this case he couldn't be sure which was which.

The comics had gotten her power wrong. Those writers, those artists—they’d understood her capabilities. They’d known how easily she could bend sound to her will, how she could magnify footsteps and rustling newspapers into a force ready to smash an entire wall to bits or toss robbers and kidnappers about like dishrags. All of those things had made it onto the page, though absent the blood and screams Vanya mentioned as matter-of-factly as she mentioned the time of day.

Her violin changed things.

It didn’t rob her powers of their destructive potential. He knew as much long before the first strains of Tchaikovsky sent the curtains dancing as though in a gale and set her lampshade swaying back and forth, before the force of it hit him like a drumbeat blared through speakers placed too close. And it would be a mistake to say she had less control without her music. He’d seen and heard enough to know otherwise.

But there was a distinction. Without her violin, her power was a hurricane barreling down the coast, ripping trees up by their roots and tearing homes to pieces before tossing them aside. When she played, it was like an army marching in columns, guns at the ready and every step synchronized. Both were under her command, yet the difference between them was the difference between a man with a pistol demanding money in a back alley, and a man in a tuxedo demanding compliance from behind a revolver. After six months, Leonard still couldn’t say which he preferred her family surrender to.

The final notes faded; the ripples through her apartment quieted. Vanya gave a small bow as Leonard clapped.

“Was that okay? I felt like the middle was a little shaky.”

“No, it was great.” The sheer level of power she packed into a simple string of notes was enough to give him chills. Were that power intentional—had she infused the music with the full brunt of her fury—she could have easily brought the complex crashing down around their ears.

She set her violin and bow in their case before returning to the sheet music, frowning over pages filled with notes she herself had arranged. “Something’s just not working there. Not sure what it is.”

Both her playing and composing held flaws, but Leonard knew so only from her habit of calling attention to them. Had he spent his teen years learning violin under the watch of Sir Reginald Hargreeves rather than waiting to be shuffled from juvenile hall to prison, he might have been able to spot them more readily than she did, point them out before she realized what she’d done, show her precisely which holes they created in the overall quality of her piece and tug at those holes until the whole production lay in shreds at her feet.

Instead, he kissed her cheek. She’d tensed at his first attempt months prior, but an apology, a frank discussion, and a pointed avoidance of similar acts for weeks afterward, had kept her from slamming the door in his face. Now, she relaxed at the touch. “It sounds fine to me.”

Her smile was genuine, soft and grateful. Almost charming. “Glad you like it. I’m still kinda new to this whole composing thing.”

It wasn’t enough that she could play music—oh no, she had to compose it too. Even with his limited knowledge, he could tell her efforts were nowhere near as complex as those of the composers she admired, but they sounded good. Pleasant. Had he not known the composer to be one of the Hargreeves, he could have enjoyed it. Here she was, writing her own music and playing the greats onstage, while he refurbished antiques for doddering old women and young people who thought themselves the first human beings in history to discover treasures in the past.

“Ever, uh….” The words were clear in his mind, the question more of a demand than anything; but he’d learned that the more uncertain his tone, the longer he hesitated before questions, the more it put her at ease. “Ever think of playing that for your family?”

“You’re kidding, right?” She stacked the pages together and slid them back into a folder, then stepped out of his grip as she snapped her violin case closed. “You know how many concerts of mine they’ve been to? None. Not a single one.”

It was amazing, he thought, how quickly bitterness could replace the uncertainty in her tone, take her smile and turn it into a scowl. Not every mention of her family did that, but those that did needed to be remembered, placed together and compared until commonalities emerged. “Aw, come on. I’m sure they’d listen to that.”

“Maybe if you tied ‘em up first.”

Leonard had considered the notion back when his plan was still an idea, when his dates with Vanya were still awkward and suffused with the sort of tension one might expect from international negotiations; but it had never progressed beyond that. A plan that took out Klaus and perhaps Diego before running afoul of Allison and Luther was no better than a plan that had him walk into the Academy unarmed and announce his intent to see none of them leave alive. “I’m sure it’d go better than you think.”

Her expression, never to be mistaken for one of joy and harmony, darkened even further. “Not with Five there.”

“He doesn’t like violin?”

“He doesn’t like me playing violin. I tell you he replaced all the strings once?”

“No.”

“Yeah. Changed ‘em out for yarn right before Dad wanted to hear me play.” Her jaw clenched. “Took me forever to find the strings.”

“Couldn’t your dad just buy you some new ones?”

“That’d make the most sense, wouldn’t it?”

She didn’t elaborate further, and Leonard knew better than to wait for more of the story. It could be difficult to predict when she’d launch into a longer tale and when the line or two she gave him was the story itself, but he preferred the option that didn’t compel him to listen and offer sympathy for minutes at a stretch.

Vanya took her own composition back to where she kept sheet music for the orchestra separate from sheet music for her lessons. While her back was turned, Leonard cast a few quick glances about her apartment in search of some tool to turn the conversation back toward her family. As far as he could tell, she’d brought nothing back from the Academy, and kept nothing at hand to remind her of the eventual service in her father’s honor.

She glanced at the clock. “I’ve still got a while before I need to head to my next lesson. Want to walk around downtown for a while?”

Leonard would have sooner returned to prison, but she wanted to spend time with him. That was what mattered. He’d learned what she wanted, paid a little above asking price, and begun his investment. The more loyalty he gave her, the more kisses and hand-holding and rants about the unfairness of a world that bowed to her power he endured, the more trust she would reward him with.

He smiled. “Sounds great.”

********

Noon came and went. Hazel’s first year as a field agent had taught him not to expect meals at regular hours or intervals, that the job came first and his needs came second, if they placed at all. Combined with the jet lag he only managed to shake on jobs that lasted longer than they should have and the confusion that came with jumping from to day to night and back again, and Hazel had learned that mealtime was whenever he could set aside a few minutes to wolf down a bite.

Even so, he was hungry by noon, so that seemed as good a time as any to start the usual argument.

“Now? We’re this close to finding that kid.”

“No we’re not.”

“We’ve just gotta look a little longer.”

“Look for what? It’s the middle of a school day. Even if we find out where he’s going, we’re not gonna get him. Should just wait until school lets out.”

“If the Handler’d wanted us to do that, she’d have dropped us off right in the afternoon.”

Hazel watched a red sports car pull slowly into the parking lot of a burger joint, then join a line of cars at the drive-thru. Sitting the way he did, elbow propped up near the window with his chin in his hand as though they were on a sightseeing venture and not a business trip, never failed to annoy his partner, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. “Just more shitty planning on her part.”

“Shitty—” Only the motion of the car, it seemed, kept Cha-Cha from whirling in her seat. “They monitor time, Hazel. They know what they’re doing when they send somebody out first thing in the morning.”

“Yeah. Right when they can’t even nab the kid they’re going after.” He shifted a little, trying in vain to relieve some of the pressure on his back. “God. Hate chasing down kids.”

“How would you know? Number Five’s the first main target who’s not old enough for a driver’s license.”

“Yeah, well, I hate it already.”

Rather than launch into another lecture, Cha-Cha sighed, her shoulders sagging a little. “Yeah, me too. Been a bitch to find him.”

That wasn't the reason Hazel would have chosen, but he didn’t offer one of his own. “You’d think they’d give us a little more information.”

“They’re doing the best they can.”

She had no proof they were, and Hazel had no proof they weren’t. As management styles went, the Handler’s was about as transparent as a soot-covered brick wall. She gave orders, and those orders were followed. Explanations were for those higher up the food chain. Questions were for those in charge. If Hazel broke into headquarters and found extensive profiles of past targets complete with facts that could have ended a job in minutes rather than hours, he wouldn’t even blink.

He said nothing as Cha-Cha eased the car into a drive-thru. His stomach turned at the thought of another greasy burger, but searches for a target often placed her in a strange state of mind. If hours passed with no sign of the target, she’d push comforts aside. No glances toward scenery, no comments on the sights they prowled. No sitting down to rest. No water until her voice cracked or coughing set in. Most often it was Hazel who urged her to take a break for lunch, and then she’d complain about the smallest wait, try to sneak ahead in line when no one was looking. If she’d chosen to stop for lunch all on her own, hunger must have made it impossible for her to think of anything but. He tried to enjoy the anomaly for what it was, but his mind drifted toward a real, sit-down meal in an actual restaurant with table linens and napkins, a plate of manicotti that wasn’t warmed in a microwave beside a basket of garlic bread and a salad with housemade dressing and fresh croutons….

“Hey. Asshole.”

Cha-Cha’s hand against his shoulder shook his thoughts away. Cool spring air floated through her open window; behind her sat a speaker and a menu. Faded letters on a backlit piece of yellowing plastic spelled out the names of simple meals. This place must have had the shortest wait, and it didn’t take a genius to guess why.

“Just…uh…” The restaurant didn’t offer burgers, as he’d expected, but sandwiches. A nice tuna sub from a place like this would probably leave him flat on his back in the motel room, but the threat of hospitalization was enough to set him on a different course. The Commission didn’t take kindly to agents who brought their identities to the brink of discovery. “Roast beef is fine. Provolone cheese.”

She repeated his order to the speaker, then pulled forward. Hazel half-expected her to snap at him, to remind him to get his head in the game because this job needed the both of them, but she kept her gaze forward. One forefinger tapped the steering wheel.

“Number Five.” He couldn’t tell if she said to him or only herself. “Who the hell names their kid Number Five?”

“Maybe they only wanted one kid and didn’t bother naming the rest.”

“Why not just give ‘em all names that start with the same letter or something?” She passed a few bills to the cashier, took the change, and drummed her finger again. “There’s gotta be something else. Commission always gives us a couple clues, right?”

He scoffed. “You call those clues?”

“Well, they help.”

“Since when?”

“Beijing, 1411?” She didn’t give Hazel a chance to call that the fluke it had been. “That name. Number Five. Name that weird’s gotta be a clue.”

“You didn’t say that when we went after Polly Esther Slack.”

“We found her in—what? Two hours? Don’t need a real big clue for a girl who spends every Wednesday night and Sunday morning in the same damn place.”

“Well, far as we know, Number Five’s not spending his time anywhere.”

“He’s somewhere, and somebody’s seen him.”

She was right, but Hazel wasn’t about to admit as much. Not aloud. “So what’re we missing here?”

She accepted the bag from the window and handed it off. Hazel took his sandwich and handed Cha-Cha hers.

“I dunno,” she said. “But we’re missing something.”

Hazel unwrapped his sandwich. Pale bread, suspiciously cold toward the center. Bits of dry beef stuck out from all sides, and a flash of yellow fought to tear his attention from the wilted lettuce. Part of him wanted to swear. Part of him wanted to demand they return to that godawful place and demand a redo.

The rest of him lacked the energy for a fight with no chance of victory.

He took a bite. The bread, at least, had been thawed enough for that, but not enough to conceal its origins. That was what held most of his attention—but it distracted him from the dry beef and processed cheese, so he followed that bite with another, and another. Cha-Cha didn’t touch her food. She drove in silence, pausing at stop signs but otherwise not deviating from whatever course the road set.

In an instant, his sandwich was nearly pitched out of his hands as Cha-Cha slammed on the brakes.

“Cha!” His hand snagged the grab handle and he clung to it. “What the hell—”

She executed the fastest three-point turn he’d ever seen, one that left him glancing all around in search of police lights. None appeared.

“We’re going downtown,” she said, as if that explained everything. “I know how to find this kid.”

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quadranttechnologies · 3 years ago

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plumbers-of-ohio-valley · 3 years ago

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hellaoldfander86 · 7 years ago

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The Grey Mage’s Quest Ch. 1

Word Count: 1707

Tags: Errrr? None? Please let me know, and will change.

Pairings: Platonic.

Summary: A peaceful picnic in the imagination is interrupted by a mage who needs to procure a component that would reverse the effects of previously irreversible magic. To force Prince Roman and the other sides to help him, he uses the very magic he needs the reversal component for to change each of them.

Because if they don’t get it they can’t change back to normal.

A story set after the events in my first fic, “Fixing the Failure”. Read it here.

Chapter 1: Meeting the Mage

Read it on AO3 here.

“What the heck!?” Virgil growls from his small cell in the bioluminescent lit cave he had just woke up in.

Roman crosses his arms and sighs. “I have no idea, emo nightmare, I’m just as confused as you as to why someone would do...this!” Roman waves his hand to indicate his own incarceration from his small cell next to Virgils.

“Let’s not fight here, kiddos.” Patton chides the two from his cell across from Virgil's, “It’s not going to solve anything right now.”

“Patton is correct.” Logan says in his cell next to Patton's, “Shouting will only cause us to lose our voices, and our current situation will be unchanged.”

Virgil sighs. “This place is your realm, Roman. Why did this happen? You are supposedly the Head Honcho around here, aren't you in control here?”

Roman paces in his small cell. “I have some semblance of control when I go into the imagination, but there are, for the lack of a better word, uncontrollable things that happen upon which I have no control over whatsoever.”

“You mean anomalies. A deviation from the common rule, type, arrangement, or form, one that is abnormal and does not fit in. An incongruity or inconsistency, an irregularity.” Logan says with an adjustment to his glasses.

“Exactly! Anomalies! I will have to remember that word! Thank you, Logan! The imagination is a vibrant, constantly changing thing. It is always “on”, you can’t turn it off, it is constantly getting information from Thomas, and applying that information in different ways. Plus while I was “away” I have no idea what transpired here. I was unable to interact with or access it at all. “Anomalies” were bound to happen without my supervision,” Roman adds, pacing in his small cell.

“Oh great.” Virgil sighs.

Roman stops pacing and looks toward the entrance of the cave, lost in thought. If the aftertaste in his mouth is any indication, they were dosed with sleep powder. After the picnic, which was going swimmingly, he mentally adds, they all decided to lay down on the blanket they had spread in his favorite meadow to just enjoy the lovely day, and Patton being Patton, noticed some funny shaped clouds and began pointing them out and excitedly announcing what he thought they looked like. The last one he remembers is a dog chasing a ball before he woke up in this cell. The gentle breeze blowing could have carried the sleep powder easily.

Romans musings are interrupted by sounds coming from the entrance to the cave, and a hooded, grey-robed figure strides in, carrying a small satchel. The anomaly has arrived. “Good! You are all awake! I am so sorry I was not here, I suddenly remembered I needed some supplies, and needed to get a fresh ingredient!”

Roman clears his throat. “And you are?”

“Oh! Forgive me, Your Highness! I am Karybdis the Grey, at your service.” The figure says with a bow.

Roman nods in acknowledgment. The anomaly now has a name, a familiar one. “Wait, the people speak highly of you in the realm, you are an accomplished potion maker and alchemist, and they say you are well versed in the magical arts, and a good man. Why are I and my friends here in these cells?”

Karybdis lays his hood back, revealing a handsome face with black hair and grey eyes, and Roman estimates his age to be in his early 30s. “My Prince, I was going to ask you for your help, but I could not accept no for an answer. So I have shamefully abducted you and your friends. I am hopeful you will forgive me when this is all over, and not toss me into the castle dungeon and throw away the key.”

Roman narrows his eyes. “You think I will help you after being abducted and confined in this small cell? If you threaten the lives of any of my friends to get this help you want so badly I just may toss you into the deepest, darkest hole in my dungeon and forget about you!”

The Grey Mage stiffens. “You will have no choice in the matter. I am in control here, Your Highness.” The mage reaches into his satchel, and retrieves a small bottle with a milky, glowing liquid in it, and holds it up for Roman to see.

Roman’s eyes widen, the anomaly now has something unexpectedly potent, something that has a way to powerfully influence him and his fellow sides in unexpected ways, bending them to the whim of the first true anomaly of his realm, magic.

“How did you get Chaos Water?! It is the most volatile of all magical ingredients! There is no known reversal agent for it that I know of! You can’t use that! The magic would be irreversible!”

The mage smiles. ”But there is a reversal agent. I have finally found where I can get it. And you and your friends will help me get it, you will have no choice, as I have said.”

Karybdis motions to a large work table nearby with four small potion bottles neatly arranged in a straight line. “I add a drop of the water to each of these transformation potions. You each drink a potion, transform into whatever the chaos magic makes you into. Unless you help me get the reversal agent, you stay transformed. Easy as that.”

If looks could kill, the mage would have been evaporated with the lasers Roman was glaring at him. “What if we change into a mindless creature? This is chaos magic we are talking about here. You would have to lock us up until the agent is found IF the agent is found.” Roman growls.

“You don’t have to worry about that.” The mage says.” Each of these potions is tuned directly to each of you. While you were unconscious, I analyzed your auras and prepared the components accordingly. All I have to do is after the water is added, is to give the appropriate magical instructions for your minds to stay intact, no matter what the magic transforms you into. Chaos magic is unpredictable but controllable in that aspect.”

“We have no choice, Roman,” Logan says with a sigh. “As much as I hate to admit it, we are at an impasse. He is correct in saying that he has all the control here, all the leverage. The logical choice is to help him. He is the one with the keys to our cells.”

Roman looks at each of his fellow sides and is thankful that Thomas wouldn’t be needing them for a video since he was hard at work on other projects. Plus, time passes differently in the Imagination, they would barely have been gone when they return to the mind palace. They have no choice but to see this thing through. And he fervently hopes that they will be able to procure the reversal agent because he really doesn’t want to be stuck in whatever form the chaos magic changes him into.

Roman rubs a hand over his face and sighs heavily. “So be it. There is no choice in the matter.”

The Grey Mage nods and turns to the work table. He opens a long box and retrieves his wand and sets it within easy reach. He carefully opens the bottle containing the chaos water and retrieving a new dropper out of his satchel, dips it into the water and pulls a small amount of the milky water into the dropper. He then adds a single drop of the water to each potion, causing them to glow slightly. He quickly, yet carefully, reseals the bottle and puts the chaos water away in the nearby cupboard.

The mage then picks up his wand, takes a deep breath, and while slowly waving the wand over the line of bottles, says in a firm, clear voice: “Mutatio corporis, mens immutata!” He then points his wand at the first bottle and in the same firm, clear voice says, “Moralitas!” He moves his wand to the second bottle and says “Logica!” He moves his wand to the third bottle and says “Anxietas!” His wand moves to the last bottle and he says “Glossarium!” With one last wave above all the bottles, he then declares “potionem crimen!” And each bottle begins to glow in a different color. Light blue, dark blue, purple and red. “They are ready. Who wants to go first?” Karybdis asks as he puts his wand away in its box.

Roman immediately speaks up. “I’ll go first. This is my realm after all.” The mage picks up the red glowing bottle and presents it to the royal side with a slight bow. As Roman accepts it he looks the mage in the eyes. “How do you know this will just transform me once? Chaos magic is unpredictable.”

Karybdis nods. “That it is, Your Highness. But I have used the bare minimum, so one change only. And with it mixed into the potion that is tuned to be contained within your aura, the change will be of a personal nature. An insecurity or some such will be brought to the forefront and become your new form. It could be relatively small or a large drastic change. I have no control over what that will be, because of the chaos water. Which was a last minute idea of mine after I had assembled the core ingredients, and why I wasn’t present when you awoke. I had to get some fresh water for best potency and the leverage I so desperately needed. Besides, I will know when the change is complete.”

Roman held the red glowing bottle between two fingers and took a deep breath. “I have no choice.” he murmured and tipped the contents of the bottle into his mouth and swallowed, quickly handing the now empty bottle back to the mage.

The bitter herbal taste lingered on his tongue and the potion slid down his throat like a gelatinous blob. It reached his stomach and sat there like lead. His body suddenly began to tingle, and Roman looks at his hands to see a slight red glow surrounding them. A sharp pain shot through his middle. His change began.

Chapter 2

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Merry Christmas, Darling

I had this idea pop into my head the other day and I was going to send it in to someone else as a request but decided, ah what the heck, I’ve always wanted to try writing myself, why not start here? I did my best, but please keep in mind that this is my first time writing fan fiction of any kind! I hope you like it!

Juice x Reader where the reader moves to Charming about a month before Christmas and Juice helps her get settled in. The reader also doesn’t really like the holiday season but Juice tries to convince her that it’s not so bad.

Warnings: Some mention of abandonment, but mostly just super flirty, dorky and adorable Juice!!

Word Count: 1375

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You moved to Charming only a couple of weeks ago, and Juice was the first person you had met who actually made an effort to help you get settled. He showed you around town, making a point to show you a local cafe that he loved. He also introduced you to the entire MC because he knew they would adore you, too. You weren’t sure if you had feelings for him, or if you were just grateful that you had someone who made you feel right at home. After all, the hardest part about moving, for you, was always meeting new people.

You heard Juice pull up on his motorcycle outside your apartment and immediately felt the knots in your stomach start to grow. You took a deep breath and quietly whispered to yourself, “Calm down, he’s just here to help set up your tv.”

Juice knocked on the door and you opened it to find him standing there with a dorky grin on his face. “Ortiz Electronics at your service!” He said it in a way that was both adorable and sexy and you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. You decided to play along and said, “Come on in Mr. Ortiz, I’ll show you what I need help with.”

You headed to the living room where you had set up the tv stand by yourself just a couple days earlier. You had mentioned to Juice that morning at the cafe that your furniture was set up, all you needed to finish was the smaller stuff like finding a place for kitchen supplies, getting the TV set up, hanging pictures, etc, and he offered to help set up your tv, if you needed it. The truth was, you didn’t really need the help, (you had moved a few times before and had become some what of a pro at putting everything back together, even the electronics) but he offered so kindly that you found yourself saying yes. Besides, spending more time with him was definitely not a bad thing!

“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d been hard at work! This place already looks great!” he said as he admired the space. ”Thank you!” you replied, smiling and taking pride in the work you’d done.

“Well let’s get started, shall we?” he said as he grabbed the tv from the corner of the room and set it on top of the tv stand. You grabbed the box on the coffee table that had all the cords in it and handed them to Juice as he needed them.

Now that the tv and the digital box were set up, you turned and grabbed another box and handed it to Juice. He opened it and his face immediately lit up. “You play video games?!” he asked, and he looked at you in a way no one had before. As he took the gaming console out of the box you also handed him a set of four speakers. “I play videos games…with surround sound,” you said with a smirk. There was absolutely no hiding the boyish grin on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile right along with him.

“You know what this means, don’t you? I’m going to be over here all the time playing video games and watching movies with you.”

His words made you unbelievably happy. You didn’t like going out much, so staying in and watching movies or playing video games with Juice was the best thing you could imagine.

“Question. Star Wars or Star Trek?” he asked while staring at you like it was the most important question he’d ever asked someone. “Both. But if I HAD to choose one, definitely Star Wars,” you replied confidently. He didn’t even have to respond, the look on his face of pure joy said it all, but he spoke anyway, “Beautiful and nerdy, is there any better combination?”

You immediately felt your cheeks flush. “Did he really just call me beautiful?!” you thought to yourself. You responded with an almost inaudible, “you’re not so hard on the eyes yourself.” Juice paused for a second, looking at you and smiling, clearly happy to receive your compliment.

He finished setting up the gaming console and speakers before asking, “Anything else you want help with while I’m here?”

You knew there was one other thing but weren’t really sure if you even wanted to do it anyway. You thought, “if anyone could convince me to do it though, it just might be him. It couldn’t hurt to ask…”

“Well, seeing as Christmas is in a couple of weeks, I guess I could get a tree and decorate it…but if I’m being totally honest I’m almost thinking I might not even do it this year,” you said sheepishly.

“What?! How could you not want to set up a Christmas tree? That’s the best thing about this time of the year! Aside from Gemma’s cooking that is,” he replied.

You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again and dropped your head to look at your feet, not knowing if you wanted to change the tone of the conversation so drastically. Everything about Juice made you feel comfortable though. The way he spoke, so kind and gentle. The way he smiled. The way he looked at you. You decided that opening up to him might be a good thing. “I don’t know..I just..” you started, hesitating slightly, then slowly continuing, “things have never really worked out for me this time of the year so I kind of stopped caring…you can’t get hurt if you don’t care.”

He walked over to you and put his hand under your chin, gently raising your head until you were looking him in the eyes. ”You know what? I know just what you mean. I felt the exact same way you do a few years ago.”

“Really?” you said in disbelief. You blinked a couple times, clearly surprised by his reaction. Any time you had tried telling people why you didn’t like the holiday season they just brushed you off. They called you a grinch or told you you were crazy.

“Yes, really. When I was a kid, my father left us just two days after Christmas.” He paused. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that before,” he said, followed by a light laugh. “I made the decision when I moved to Charming to start fresh. I told myself that I wasn’t going to let my father hurt me any longer. I guess it also helped that I found some pretty amazing people.”

You smiled up at him, not really knowing what to say.

He dropped his hand from under your chin and grabbed both of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. “I don’t know who or what has hurt you in the past, you can tell me about it all if and when you are comfortable sharing, but I think the two of us should start our own traditions. I think that if you surround yourself with the right people, you can learn to love this time of the year, just like I did.” He spoke in such a way that made you feel calm and cared for.

A gentle ”Okay,” was all you could muster. You nodded your head and gave his hands a light squeeze. At that moment you knew that you weren’t crazy, you definitely had feelings for this incredible man standing in front of you. He pulled you into his arms, gave you a tiny kiss on the top of your head, and asked, “How about we go pick out the perfect tree, together?”

“That sounds amazing, Juan,” you replied. You both grabbed your things and headed out the door.

A couple weeks later, you woke up on Christmas morning in Juice’s arms. You two had fallen asleep curled up on the couch together watching a movie, beside the gorgeous tree you two picked out and decorated together. You tried to readjusted your position without waking him up, but to not avail. He slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he said was, “Merry Christmas, darling,” as he kissed you on the forehead.

Maybe the holidays weren’t so bad after all.

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