#brotp | vk mafia

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Prue gently patted Keefe's leg, smiling softly. She could sense that fear. But she knew he was too stubborn to show it. "I'm glad you're still here. We all are. It's a good thing you messaged Willa." She paused. "But that does mean you have her phone number memorized."

Eretria paused, giggling. "That's exactly what that means."

Crystal scooted a bit closer to Axel, putting her arm around him. "It's gonna be okay. I promise, it will be. We're not letting anything happen to him again. Yeah?"

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Prue snorted. “Eh, well, yeah, you’ve got a point there. But sometimes we don’t have to prepare for it. We didn’t prepare for that whole nightmares thing that happened when we were in high school, either.”

Eretria shuddered. “Gross, don’t remind me.”

“The point is, we lived.” Prue shrugged. “We’ll make it through this.”

Crystal gently set her hand on Axel’s back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’s still here. And he’s not going anywhere. He’s okay.”

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Hemlock frowns slightly for a moment, but stays put. She holds on tighter to Sophie and presses a gentle kiss into the side of her head.

Klaus sits there, unsure of what to do. He’s terrible at this whole comforting thing, honestly, but he’s really worried about Axel.

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Keefe sighs, shaking his head and smiling. “Yeah. Okay. We will make it through this. I promise it’s gonna be all right.”

He’s a little scared, but he won’t show it. He’s ready. He has to be. This is his life now.

Sophie leans into Hemlock, smiling softly at the kiss and nodding quietly, holding onto the other’s hand and gently rubbing the back of it. It’s okay. He’s okay. They’re okay.

Axel nods slowly, leaning slightly into the touch, still sobbing. He’s still here. It’s okay. It still doesn’t feel okay. But it has to be okay.

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Closed Starter: You're Back! (Eretria/Keefe)

Eretria looked around, sighing. Bored. Very bored. She needed some chaos. She wrinkled her nose, glancing at the rest of the students in the hallway. Chaos... chaos...

Locker. Backpack. Drink.

Oh, she really loved her chain reaction powers.

She kicked a locker, startling a kid near her, who got his backpack stuck on a doorknob, accidentally spilling his drink on a girl in front of him.

Eretria laughed, turning to quickly get away, looking up at the crowd... and freezing.

No... was it..?

She grinned. It was! "KEEFE!!"

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Stephanie slides in the open window of her friend's dorm room. "Crystal!-- don't freak out, it's only me-- I have gossip." -haxnted-hxnter

Despite Stephanie telling her not to freak out, Crystal did, in fact, freak out a little, dropping her hot pocket on the floor. She groaned and picked it up, tossing it in the garbage.

She raised an eyebrow slightly. "Really? Gossip, huh? About who?"

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Crystal snorted. "Yeah, that's why I'm not passing up the opportunity. Do you have any idea how much I'm gonna earn off of your stupid face?" She pulled out her phone, opening the Mafia group chat.

"GUYS. You will not believe who Willa got on the dunk tank. FITZ. SARANDON. GET DOWN HERE."

Willa laughed, smirking. She dropped a dollar in Crystal's hat, grabbing a bean bag and watching Fitz get all sat down. "This is gonna be fun." She launched the bean bag at the target, hitting it perfectly in the middle.

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“That’s the point,” Willa shrugged. “If it’s just Sophie having fun in the middle of a flood of Isle kids that would love to see you fall into a tank of ice cold water, nobody’s gonna suspect a thing. I’m smarter than you all used to give me credit for, Fitz.”

She rested her towel on her shoulders, turning before turning back to Fitz, smirking. “By the way. You’re gonna love who’s in charge of the tank.”

“He wants to do this?” Crystal said, blinking, looking Fitz over before shrugging. “Whatever. Not gonna pass up that opportunity. Get up there, asshole.”

Fitz sighs, nodding with sarcastic jazz hands. “Call it charity. I’m sure a lot of people want the chance and I know that some VKs probably have a certain school headmistress breathing down their necks to be here anyways.”

Rolling his eyes, he heads up into the tank. Sophie sits on a nearby bench, looking up when he climbs into the seat and cocking her head, looking surprised and getting up.

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“Say what?! Are you picking a fight?!“ - Eretria to Keefe!

“I said let me get it, you’re too short, and I don’t wanna see you climbing something dangerous to prove a point,” Keefe answers, glancing down at her and planning exactly what it’ll say on his headstone.

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Closed Starter: The Worst Possible Thing (Crystal/Dexter)

“DEXTER!” Crystal yelled, slamming her fist against the door. “DEXTER, OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, IT’S CRYSTAL!”

To say she was terrified would be an understatement. She couldn’t bear the thought of Luna being free. It was just... She’d inflicted so much pain on Crystal on the Isle, so much pain on so many people, and she hadn’t cared for even a second about how much she was hurting them... and Auradon set her free. The thought made Crystal sick.

“DEXTER OPEN THE DOOR OR I’M BREAKING IT DOWN!”

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Prue rolled her eyes. "Worry about yelling at me for scaring you later! I saw your little girlfriend! We're not the only ones who've noticed you care about her, Axel-"

She took a deep breath. "Sabrine was with her. She said they're gonna be great friends!"

"AXEL!" Prue rocketed up through the floor. "Axel, we've got a huge problem." - it's a ✨ mystery ✨

“WHAT THE--” Axel groans and sits back down, glaring at her. “Quit that!!”

Then he registers what she said. “Wait, huge problem? What’s going on, what happened, is anyone hurt--?!”

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Closed Starter: FUCK. (Crystal/Mafia)

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK-

Crystal teleported haphazardly through the school, leaving puffs of black smoke everywhere she went. She had to get away, she had to get away, she had to run from her sister, she couldn’t let Luna find her. She kept poofing around. Had to run, had to run, had to run!

She finally, exhausted, fell to the ground in a room. What room was it? She couldn’t tell, she was too tired, too busy sobbing in fear. She shook her head. “Nonononononono-”

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Sofía took deep breaths, stabilizing herself. "That... that was... that was horrible." She looked over at Charissa, shuddering, nodding to what Sarah said. "Nothing in that spell was good, or light, or anything you'd expect from... the queen of fairies. That..." She shuddered again, closing her eyes. Nope.

"What's going on in here?" Prue asked, materializing on the edge of a shadow. Crystal appeared in a puff of black smoke, trembling still, trying to look like she hadn't been crying.

"James was correct," Sofía said quietly. "I don't... want to dwell on that. We have a much bigger problem now."

Crystal nodded, clearing her throat. "And that problem is getting to Ben before the fairy does. Prue... filled me in. Let's go. Now."

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“Mom, no!”, Charissa shouted at the image, unable to see the futility of her attempt. Before she knew it, the images conjured by the scepter had faded away and she was standing there, holding back her tears as to not be seen crying in front of the others. Another habit that her mother had instilled in her from a young age. A princess is dignified and serene. She doesn’t show her sorrows or her weaknesses.

She turned into pixie dust and flew away to another room, where no one else would see her.

How’s this for dignified, Mother? Charissa thought as the windows around her shattered, sending shards of glass all around her.  She leaned on a wall for support and started crying. 

Charissa wasn’t unfamiliar with the bitter taste of betrayal but this was the last place she’d ever expected it to come from. Her own mother, who had been her mentor and confidante. Who had shaped her entire life up until the takeover. The takeover that she had indirectly caused.

But, of course, Charissa’s been oblivious to it all along. And the entirety of her realm suffered because of it. 

She wasn’t sure how much time she’d spent there, but eventually, she wiped away her tears and flew back. This was far from over- she’d have to confront her mother sooner or later and tell the fairies what had happened. But for now, she had to go and fix the mistakes made that night. Or at the very least, try to. 

She appeared again with the others, giving them half a smile. There was no point pretending she was alright- they could all guess what she was feeling right now. But she could still put on a brave face. The moon fairy outside wasn’t going to wait for her, anyhow. 

“Thank you, Sofia,” she said. Then, turning to the boy, she added, “I’m sorry for what happened to Tayen and Celena, James. I am fully determined to help you fix my mother’s mistakes.”

James flinches, closing his eyes and reaching up to cover his ears–

And it’s over. And it’s over and it’s quiet, too quiet again, and James just shakes his head to himself and picks up his pencil that was sitting on the table by Mackenzie, tapping it absently against the table.

Of course he knew it was bad. Of course. But… but shit, that was–

And he looks up when Charissa comes back, still drumming his pencil against the table, shaking his head and clearing his throat. “I’m sorry about your mom. I know it’s… not easy to have someone in that kind of place in your life betray you like that.”

He winces. “Bad word choice. Very bad word choice. I’m sorry. I meant, I– I’m gonna shut up, I’m only gonna make it worse.”

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Eretria paused, chewing her sandwich slowly. She thought for a long, long minute about how to word what she was going to say. And she tended to only do that when she was in legal trouble.

"Dude," she said, dusting off her hands, "I struggle, too. I had to learn how to care about people when I joined the Mafia because my birth family is literal garbage. So... I might not understand what it's like to care about all the VKs, but I understand not knowing how to deal with caring. I don't exactly show it all the time that I give a shit about any of you. 'Cause it's hard as hell." She shrugged. "Just... I don't know... do what feels right, I guess? I think that's what I'm supposed to say."

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“I care. I care so deeply it physically hurts. And not just for the Mafia-- for everyone, every single one of us who’s made it off that rock, no matter where we went from there. I saw so much back there, so much people don’t realize I saw, that I never said a word about. I want better for them, too. Even the former Four, or the Conquerors, or... anybody. I just want better, and it hurts so much that I can’t accomplish that for anyone because all I’m good at is hiding in tall places and watching everything happen. All I know how to do is watch and it haunts me that I’ve never put in any real effort but I don’t know how.”

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"I'M TRYING TO!"

She heard her own voice, but she didn't really realize she had said it. The too-familiar tingle slowly ran up her back, heart racing, eyes glowing, breath faster and faster until-

The wolf shook the leaves from her fur, sniffing at the man on the ground, stepping back and growling at the noise approaching.

"I can't," she whispered, closing her eyes, trying to keep herself grounded. She couldn't lose it, couldn't lose control, but she could feel it slipping out of her grasp.

She had to try to stay human, stay in control, at least long enough for Axel to get there. She could hear his car getting closer, finally, but...

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"Eh, she might not hold it against you," Crystal laughed. "Though nowadays you never know with her. Maybe she'll try to pick a fight next time she sees you, maybe she'll be really sweet."

"It really is a toss-up." Eretria playfully punched Keefe's arm. "But you'll survive." She raised an eyebrow, laughing. "I think I've got an idea. I missed you guys like crazy while I was in the normal world. Got this and everything." She pulled her jacket off, holding up her arm with a soft smile, finally, finally showing off the coded tattoo of each of their initials and birthdays.

Crystal froze, her jaw dropping slightly. She covered her mouth, tearing up a little, smiling. "Eretria-"

Prue dropped to the ground, blinking, going over to Crystal and gently putting a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly at Eretria.

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Prue stuck her tongue out at Keefe, covering her mouth to hide her laugh at what he said. Eretria gasped softly, swinging, grumbling when he dodged, laughing when he did it again-

Aaand laughing more when he dodged right back into a familiar large black wolf. Willa snorted in mild annoyance, looking up at who had knocked into her and tilting her head slightly, her ears pricking up. She huffed, then continued on her way.

“Bet you ten it was an aggressive sneeze,” Crystal said, turning to Axel.

Keefe doesn’t see at first. “Sorry, sorry, sor– ry…” He blinks as he pulls himself up, cocking his head back at the wolf, turning back to the others when said wolf moves on. “Did I just fall on a wolf?”

Margo starts laughing, cackling actually, slowly lowering herself to the ground and clutching her sides.

Axel, meanwhile, looks back at Crystal. “I am not stupid enough to take that bet again.”

Zevon perks up. “Only took you, what, 5 times?”

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Willa lifted her head at the incoming noise. Tires? Feet, quick, the footsteps sounded familiar. The werewolf looked back over her shoulder at the pair as they came closer, whining and laying back down when Axel mentioned the bite.

She couldn't think about it. She hated everything about it. That she knew to even do it, but that she did it without asking, did it without caring whether he wanted it.

She'd never know if he wanted it. She'd forced it onto him.

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Willa followed closely behind Axel, standing at his side, watching everything. God, fuck all of it. She growled when the stranger referred to her as a dog, sneezing lightly at Axel’s correction.

She followed him over to where he sat, laying down across his feet, ears up. Alert. Much more alert. She didn’t know if she’d ever not be anymore. Pausing slightly at his words, she huffed, staring off towards the door Keefe had been taken through.

Axel sighs and nods in agreement. “Me, too.” He picks at his arm and waits.

Hearing a car screech up to the parking lot, he knows without looking it’s someone for them. He glances up at the door as Zevon and Lexa barrel in, waving them over. Zevon takes notice and grabs Lexa’s arm as she’s apparently texting... someone, dragging her over. “What’s going on?”

“Not sure. He was unconscious when I got there, looked like he’d been stabbed, but...”

He clears his throat, glancing at Willa, bringing his voice down and motioning the pair in closer. “Only thing that kept him from bleeding out and dying? He’s got a bite on his arm. I think we all know who did it,” and he nods to the werewolf at his feet. “So we all know what’s going to happen to him, and to her, and what to prepare for, right?”

Lexa’s eyes widen in shock, sending another text but nodding. Zevon nods in agreement. “No reporters within 10 feet of the front door till he’s awake, if you ask me. Willa, you’ll stay in here no matter what I know anyways, but we’re gonna make double sure of it. We’ll figure the rest out as we go.”

Lexa nods, thinking. “I might know someone who can help when the time comes.”

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"Do you really want me to answer that?" Crystal got back up and went over, setting the brownie tin down, leaning on the table slightly. "You're my brother, Axel. Please be honest with me. How are you holding up? You don't have to give me a whole answer, you don't even have to answer at all, but don't lie to me and tell me you're fine when you and I both know you aren't."

Worried was a simple way to put it. He was family, more family than her mother, father, or sister had ever been. She needed him to be able to be okay, eventually.

"Hey, buddy. I come with gifts." Crystal held up a tin. "Comfort food. I think it's brownies. I dunno, stole it from a table in the cafeteria."

Axel glances up, clearing his throat and sitting up. He'd been working on his homework. Here was safe. Here was fine. He could work here.

"Hey, thanks. Good to see you."

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Willa stepped between Helga and Axel when Keefe spoke. Her eyes shimmered gold for a moment. "Take him. I dare you. Lift one finger towards him and I will rip every miserable bone from your body, starting with your hands."

Eretria glowered at Helga, her fingers twitching as she searched for a pattern. Prue stepped forward, shadows darkening the corners of the room.

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Crystal jumped to her feet, looking between Helga and Axel. Oh no. Oh no, this was- this was bad. Willa lifted her chin and stepped up near Axel, keeping herself close enough to offer support and backup, but not too close in case she needed to shift.

“Why are you here?!” Eretria snapped, glaring at Helga from where she was crouched beside Margo’s trash can.

Prue quietly pulled herself from the shadows, golden eyes watching the woman with disdain.

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Axel breathes hard, trying to settle himself. He’d passed out earlier when he’d found out she’d gotten loose, he couldn’t do that again. Especially not with her actually there in front of them.

“To collect my son, come on Axel we’re leaving,” Helga barely addresses Eretria before turning back to him. “Sick and tired of this place already.”

Axel feels his chest tighten up with panic. He doesn’t want to but he’s too scared to speak up for himself, hands behind his back and shaking badly, trying to breathe, to force himself to say the word, but he can’t–

“He’s not going anywhere with you,” Keefe says, standing up from where he’d been leaning against Axel’s bed.

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