#like he's doing everything he can to keep grace Away from the gang and here dutch is waving her around on his arm like a toy

[shadowglens]

dutch brings grace along to bronte's ball at the beginning of chapter 4 and arthur is Mad about it

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

Stolen Wife

Synopsis – Tommy Shelby is married to Grace but he becomes obsessed with Y/N, wife of Reuben Fitch, Tommy’s business partner in the U.S. who is unaware of his actual “business”

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As soon as the papers were signed for new consignment delivery and the ink was dry on the paper, Tommy decided to throw a curveball, to get to know his elusive new business partner.

“Grace is throwing a party for some charity. She asked me to invite you and your wife.” Tommy said carelessly.

“Party…?” Reuben asked in confusion, he had never mixed business with pleasure or even family.

“Don’t you Americans have over the top exuberant parties?” Tommy taunted the former soldier.

“We do, but I don’t believe in getting my family involved with the people I do my business with…” Reuben tried to reject the offer as politely as he could.

But little did he know, Thomas Shelby was not going to give it up so easily.

“It is a charity ball for orphaned kids nothing dangerous, I’m sure your Mrs can handle one night with the Shelbys” Tommy cajoled.

“Mr. Shelby, I don’t mix my work with my personal life. It is better that way and I certainly do not involve my wife in anything related to this side of my business.” Rueben tried to argue his way out this predicament.

“It is not going to be anything illegal or even borderline illegal, I have promised Grace that I will do no shady dealings at the ball.” Tommy reiterated.

“I really don’t mix my business and personal life and I would like to keep it that way.” Rueben did not budge. 

Tommy lit a cigarette, giving himself time to think of any other way of getting insight into Rueben’s life, any pressure point that can be exploited if needed. Tommy’s other attempts had been in vain; soldiers in Rueben’s rank had been tight-lipped about everything, something he admired about Rueben and his tightly reigned empire.

Tommy took out the invite from his drawer and handed it to Rueben as a last resort.

“Take this, will you, I don’t want Grace finding it here. I will tell her you are busy” Tommy added defeatedly.

Rueben pocketed the invite not wanting to further prolong the conversation with the king of Birmingham.

Ruben got up and held out his hand to shake Tommy’s to read his temperament. Tommy shook Rueben’s hand with mild annoyance, annoyance that he hadn’t been able to pierce the armor around Fitch and his gang.

Rueben gave Tommy his charming smile, he was relieved that Tommy dropped the subject.  He was never going to let his two worlds mix. You were too precious for him to be tainted with what his not-so-legal life is filled with, the grotesque violence, the depravity, the drugs among other things.

Tommy decided that he needed to find another way to find any weak spot in Rueben’s Gang.

What he did not expect was for Grace to get Rueben to the ball.

When he saw Rueben at the ball, he was astonished…Apparently, Grace had run into the loving couple at the marketplace and somehow convinced Rueben’s wife to come to the ball. Tommy could not describe the feeling when he saw you for the first time…There you were looking glorious and innocent like a princess in a purple dress. He gulped visibly, he now understood why Rueben kept you away.

[rainynightmoonlight]

GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY! | Cyberpunk Edgerunners x Male Reader

This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: My Final Destination

Chapter 1: GOOOD MORNING NIGHT CITY! | You are Here

Chapter 2: Yesterday's body count lottery rounded out to a solid 'n' sturdy thirty! | TBW

Chapter 3: Ten outta Heywood - thanks to the unabated gang wars! | TBW

Chapter 4: One officer down, so I guess you are all screwed. | TBW

Chapter 5: 'Cause the NCPD will not let that go. | TBW

Chapter 6: Got another blackout in Santo Domingo. | TBW

Chapter 7: Netrunners are at it again, pokin' holes in the power grid. | TBW

Chapter 8: In Westbrook, Trauma Team's scrapin' cyberpsycho victims off the pavement. | TBW

Chapter 9: And in Pacifica... Well... Pacifica is still Pacifica. | TBW

Chapter 10: This has been your man, Stan. Join me in another day in our City of Dreams! | TBW

Chapter 11: Cause I really Wanna Stay at Your House | TBW

Night city. Colorful. Neon lights everywhere you looked. But that's not what makes Night City. Not by a long shot. What makes it, are the people. 

Everyone around knows the hardships and the importance of a group. Be it a gang or friends. Doesn't matter. Find your found family and your set. 

Another thing that Night City is known for is its chromed out citizens. It's not for everyone, but those that can handle the consequences get all kinds of body mods. From new eyes to even iron lungs. This isn't for the faint-hearted. 

Especially the cyber psychos that show the dangers of what it does to your body. No one wants to die like that, but they do. Either from police, trauma team, or themselves. 

Night City also houses many legends amongst its streets. Legends that give hope for a better life. One without the slums and the corpo assholes that control everything. Everyone wants a taste of that high life.

But that high life doesn’t sit well once you have it. Legends have to die at some point. That’s how they become legends. Remembered forever amongst the next generation until another rises up and makes a bigger name. 

Among those very streets was a boy. He wasn't new to the troubles in the city. They were very clear to him. Didn't help with his background.

Corpo kid, Arasaka Academy Prodigy now drop out. There was a story. A story lost to the guns and crimes. Crimes he needed to commit to live. To survive.

No one could pry out his past from his lips. It was one of those open secrets. Details, not something anyone cared about. As long as you showed and completed your share of work, no one asked. 

He didn't mind. Made it easier to hide. Easier to run. Especially made it easier to work.

Being a merc was freeing. You were respected, feared even but there was power in it. Power that everyone craved. And he ran with the best. 

Edgerunners. Maine, Dorio, Sasha, Pilar, Rebecca, and Falco. The origins of them anyway. 

After a mission gone wrong, or rather a change of targets, Sasha died. Was it a noble death? Well the news she leaked was everywhere the next day, so maybe. 

Didn't make the hurt go away. Not for Y/n.

That's right. The aforementioned boy. His name was Y/n. But names don't matter. Most called him N/n anyway. Better handle. Didn't have the weight of the memories. 

Back to the edgerunners. Kiwi replaced Sasha. She was a good net runner, nothing compared to Y/n though. Rarely did he ever do runs but when he did, flawless didn't begin to cut it. 

Never does net running much. Reminds him too much of a past that he wanted to escape. That’s why he chose to be with Maine. Was like a father to him. Better than his actual dad. The edgerunners were a better family to him overall. 

His past is blurry to most, likes to keep it that way. No one in night city needs to know about it. Needs to know of his corpo connections and give him shit for it. That was. Until Kiwi brought Lucy

Lucy was Y/n’s saving grace. For some reason and miraculous luck, Y/n became Lucy’s best friend. Much like a lapdog to Lucy. It was an even more shock that she didn’t push him away. 

She knew Y/n way before. His records were in the Arasaka archives. Part of their big experiment to make the perfect weapon of net runner and muscle. Who else could take on the old net? Project was a bust though when Y/n ran away. Away from the pain and abuse that the person who was supposed to love him the most inflicted. 

Y/n decided to live with Lucy. Maine thought it was a good way to keep an eye on the newbie and gave Y/n a friend around his age. Thinking like a father. A father who cared. 

Over time Y/n and Lucy became like siblings. Opening up to each other was a huge feat in itself. In a place like Night City, that kind of trust is rare. Not like the other would spill it. Similar situations. Similar Traumas. Similar people being after them.  

That’s when the two started going on missions together. Y/n being the stubborn ass he is refused to ever go on missions alone. Not unless Lucy was there with him. The codependency. 

“God damn it Y/n! Why do you need Lucy for everything? Before she came you were independent. What changed?”

Maine only ever asked once. He regretted it. Never once did he see Y/n break down like he did after Maine yelled at him. He didn’t apologize though. It needed to be said. 

“I… I need her okay? Things are different now. She’s like me…”

Maine only sighed. Desperation. Rare, especially in a boy like Y/n. He understood though. Nothing more was said. Only a pat on a head and silence. 

Y/n never stopped being clingy with Lucy, but it got better. Just a tad. Y/n was able to go on his own missions. Though it was out of fear of disappointing everyone else. He couldn’t handle that. He couldn’t handle their rejection. 

A year was all it took for Y/n and Lucy to become inseparable. It was concerning how connected the two became. You don’t get that kind of connection here. Not without tragedy. 

“I want to go to the moon.”

Lucy shared one night. The two were on a roof together. Artificial pizza was placed between them. 

“The moon? Why? There’s not much up there.” 

Lucy didn’t respond. She couldn’t explain it to him. She couldn’t tell Y/n how she wanted to leave. It would break his heart. But what are broken hearts if your dreams get shattered? Emotions were useless in this world. Being soft gets you nowhere. 

“Come with me.”

A compromise. If she couldn’t tell him why then at least she can show him. She can take him with her. Protecting him from Night City and everyone else around them. Only a pipe dream.

“Huh?”

Y/n was more than caught off guard by the sudden invitation. Was it even one? By the sounds of it, it sounded more like desperation. Lucy never showed desperation 

“When we get enough, come to the moon with me.”

The thought further intrigued Y/n. He didn't understand this need. Was Lucy telling him she wanted him? She willingly wanted him around?

“Okay. I make it my promise! We’ll go to the moon together! You can show me what’s so great about it!”

Lucy could only let out a light hearted scoff at Y/n's softness. This boy. He didn't know much about the world. How could he when he was so sheltered?

“I could show you now.”

“Really!?”

That excitement. Something that Lucy never could get used to. Y/n was a rare individual. Someone who showed his rare and raw emotions. 

“Yeah you gonk. BDs remember?” 

That night, the moment the two of them got home, they spent hours on the special moon BD Lucy had. It was amazing. Seeing something different, a place where corpos didn’t rule yet was refreshing. Going around the craters and the moon buggy, all of it was hope inducing. A world where no one can control you. 

As the year went on, Lucy and Y/n only ever became closer. The sibling duo among the group, apart from Pilar and Rebecca. Nothing could bring Y/n away from Lucy. Maine joked about him being Lucy’s guard dog. Whenever Pilar was weird with Lucy, Y/n was right behind, biting and clawing at the guy. 

Had to have the others break up the fight before Y/n actually killed Pilar. Rebecca couldn’t help laughing at her older brother’s demise. Deserved it anyway. Not shortly after did the group go to Afterlife for some drinks.  Lucy took this chance of inebriation to speak with Y/n privately.

“Why did you do that?”

“Do what?” Lucy’s threshold for annoyances was being pushed. Either Y/n was playing dumb or drank too much to even think properly. Either way she needed a clear answer. 

“Attack Pilar.”

“He was making you uncomfortable.”

“I could have taken care of it myself.”

Lucy huffed out a breath. She didn’t like being treated like she was helpless. Whether Y/n meant it or not, it was really troublesome and irritating. He hovered over her. She didn’t quite understand why. 

“I know…”

“Then why?”

The pause. It was deafening despite the music playing around them. 

“I… You’re so amazing and you gave me so much even with knowing me for a short time. You’re like my family Lucy. More so than Maine and Dorio and everyone else. You’re my sister. Someone who knows my struggles on a personal level. I owe you so much. I want to protect you.”

Eyes widened at the admission. God Y/n really was an idiot. 

“You don’t have to repay me for anything.”

“I do though.”

“You don’t!”

It was a cycle of ‘I dos’ and ‘don’ts’ until Y/n started to tear up. God did Lucy make him feel so vulnerable. ‘

“I do! Because if I don’t I’ll turn around and you won't be there anymore. One day I’ll wake up and you won’t be there. You don’t realize how much I need you in my life! I have no one else!”

Guilt. The god damn guilt. Y/n’s tears fought hard not to be released but it was a war lost. Gleaming droplets cascaded down Y/n’s cheeks, making the boy look like a child. No one could ever stay mad at him.

In this moment of vulnerability, Lucy wrapped her arms around Y/n. She decided against speaking. No more words needed to be shared. Y/n didn’t need to be upset further. Only Lucy saw these tears. Weakness didn’t need to be shared with peering eyes. 

A few more instances happen where Y/n went feral when something happened to Lucy. No one could ever stop him and neither did they really care. As long as the job got done then why did it matter?

It did help with disputes and fights. Y/n being the main muscle with Maine. Taking care of all the fist related business together. Now, no one was lacking in muscle within the crew but Y/n almost had Maine beat with the power of his punch. 

A few more months passed. Time never mastered though. Both Lucy and Y/n were out and about. They ended up in Corpo Plaza. A place Y/n never liked, not just because of the name but because of the people around and the worst building that stood tall. Arasaka Tower. If capitalism could be personified, it would be Arasaka Tower. 

The two had planned to do some odd jobs around the area, maybe pick some sockets or something. Anything to keep them busy and make money. Y/n stood with Lucy while she smoked. He never participated in it himself. The habit reminded him too much of someone. But when Lucy did it, he couldn’t help but want to be around. 

While Y/n’s eyes watched the smoke plume around the already suffocating atmosphere, he couldn’t help but see how much Lucy stood out. Compared to everyone else around them, Lucy could be seen from everywhere. It was the hair. 

Y/n blinked a few times. He thought he was tripping but he didn’t remember taking anything before. Lucy's hair sparkled. What was this?

He wasn’t the only one who noticed. 

Y/n’s eyes trailed over and noticed a boy looking at the back of Y/n’s head. He looked familiar. Y/n was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the voice that soothed him over and over. 

“What are you staring at?”

Y/n froze. Lips nursing as if he was caught doing something wrong. What made it more anxiety inducing was Lucy didn’t even look at Y/n. 

“Nothing. Thought I saw something.”

“You're a bad liar, Y/n.”

Y/n didn’t respond. He just glanced over to see the boy that had been staring was gone. 

“What are we doing here anyway?”

“We have a job to do. Maine wanted us to keep busy.”

Y/n the ever obedient personification of a puppy nodded along and followed Lucy. Doing everything he was told. An old habit. A habit hated himself for. He hated him for. 

The day was spent with the two of them working to bring in eddies. That night had a full moon, which led to Y/n dragging Lucy to the badlands to watch the moon. It was calm and quiet. Something that could be seen as off putting, but it wasn’t.

It was… nice.

“Why’d you bring me here?” “Wanted to look at the moon with you. It’s clearer out here. I found this spot when I was driving around with Maine.”

Lucy felt so happy that Y/n took her fascination with the moon seriously. Many would think it was stupid to want to go somewhere that failed. But it wasn’t that to Lcuy, and it certainly wasn’t to Y/n. 

Y/n would defend Lucy’s dreams till the day he died. And even then he would keep defending her. 

No more words were exchanged. Only silence and the distant sounds of cars every now and then on the dirt road.  Moments like these under the moonlight were never taken for granted. 

Here was where Y/n belonged. His purpose. His family.

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[razorblade-richards26]

a new story I made for the outsiders:

I will be outside of Broadway and I noticed a new character ace and I noticed she was the only female greaser that didn’t have a story so I thought maybe it would be nice to give her one so here’s a pic.

A NEW ACE IN THE PACK

cast:

greasers:

Ace: played by Tilly evans Krueger

ponyboy: played by Brody grant

Johnny: played by sky Lakota lynch

Dallas: played by Joshua boone

sodapop: played by Jason schmidt

two bit: played by Daryl tofa

Darrel: played by Brent comer

Socs:

cherry valence: played by Emma pittman

Marcia: played by Sarah Grace Mariani

bob sheldon: played by Kevin William Paul

Paul Holden: played by Dan Berry

trip: played by Kevin csolak

Chet: played by r higton.

brill: played by Barton Cowperthwaite

chapter one.

[Scene 1: Abandoned lot – Morning]

The Greasers are hanging out in their usual spot, talking and joking around. Ponyboy, Johnny, and Dally are sitting on a broken-down car, while Sodapop and Two-Bit are playfully wrestling nearby. The sun is shining brightly, and the sound of birds chirping can be heard in the background.

Ponyboy: (laughing) Two-Bit, you're gonna break Soda’s arm if you keep that up.

Two-Bit: (grinning) Nah, he’s tougher than he looks.

Sodapop manages to flip Two-Bit over, pinning him to the ground. They both laugh as they catch their breath. Suddenly, a shadow falls over them. The group looks up to see Ace standing with a confident smirk on her face.

Ace: Well, well, well, what do we have here? A bunch of Greasers causing trouble?

Dally: (grinning) You could say that. Who’s asking?

Ace: Name’s Ace. Just moved into town. Figured I’d see what the local scene’s like.

Ace’s posture is relaxed but ready for anything, her eyes scanning the group with interest. She has a tough, yet approachable demeanor, her playful energy palpable.

Sodapop: (eyes widening) Nice to meet you, Ace. I’m Sodapop. This is Ponyboy, Johnny, Two-Bit, and Dally.

Ponyboy: (smiling) Welcome to the gang.

Ace: (playfully) Don’t I get a grand tour or something?

Two-Bit: (laughing) Sure, why not? Come on, let’s show her around.

The group gets up and begins to walk, Ace falling in step beside them. Two-Bit starts explaining their usual hangouts and some of their inside jokes.

Two-Bit: So, this is where we hang out most of the time. We call it the lot. It's not much, but it's ours.

Johnny: (smiling shyly) We spend a lot of time here. It’s a good place to get away from everything.

Ace: (nodding) I get that. Sometimes you just need a place to chill.

As they walk, Dally and Ace start talking about their favorite spots around town. Dally is impressed by Ace’s knowledge of cool places, even though she’s new in town.

Dally: You seem to know your way around pretty well for a newcomer.

Ace: (grinning) I’ve got a knack for finding the best spots. Plus, I’ve been on my own for a while, so you learn quickly.

Sodapop keeps sneaking glances at Ace, clearly smitten. Ponyboy notices and nudges him with a grin.

Ponyboy: (whispering) You’re staring, Soda.

Sodapop: (blushing) Shut up, Pony.

They continue walking and talking, getting to know Ace better. 

[izvmimi]

cw: mafia au. violence but not super graphic. fem!reader.

there's no special event really, but tonight you've decided to grace your father's prized restaurant turned dance club for the first time in months since you've formally stated that you no longer wanted to be tied to the mob. it's perhaps silly that you still show your face around here, and the security detail that knows your father well looks at you with a respectful but obvious surprise, but there's nowhere else that serves your favorite food like this particular establishment. in your red dress that clings to every one of your curves in the right way, it's a shame that you're not here with a date or even a friend but you have taken to exploring alone every so often, especially here, which might as well be the safest place on this end of tokyo.

sitting in the corner where one of your father's most trusted subordinates, takeo, can keep an eye on you, you have a meal, twirling pasta as you pore over a book. the live music from the dance floor on the other end is loud enough that it's hard to concentrate, but you make do. minutes pass, and in the corner of your eye, you can tell someone is watching you, and when you look up, you lock eyes with a young man who is studying you as much as you were studying your book. his features are soft enough that he doesn't look creepy, just curious, but you wonder why he is looking, and you only then notice that he does look somewhat odd, the burn scar comprising half his face offset by the dual tones of his hair, split straight down the middle.

it's okay, you've seen more complicated choices of hairstyle at this time. you offer him a smile, hoping to be polite at most, knowing takeo is closeby. he doesn't smile back, and when you turn away, feeling slighted, you sneak a glance back and realize that he's left.

you don't think much of the encounter until you see him again.

about a week later, this time flanked by two individuals who appear to be arguing with each other as they order a table for three. you sit in your usual spot in the back of the restaurant and watch carefully, remembering the odd tones in his hair and the way he watched you. the green-haired man next to him is trying to explain something on the menu to him, odd because he's clearly been here before, while the blonde-haired man is bored and has already started to disrespect your father's decor, resting his shoes on a fine leather chair.

he is also too loud.

you consider for a second that you should have them removed - you can do that, no one can stop you even if you try not to act spoiled - but the young man with the two-toned hair suddenly locks eyes with you again, and this time you're caught off guard because this time he smiles first.

you smile back, then find yourself embarrassed and nearly hide your face with your book, realizing that the coquettish action is even more embarrassing. that's when you notice that takeo and his two assistants are starting to whisper among themselves.

you normally would not care, but they are staring right at that table.

"you'd think they wouldn't come directly to our turf." takeo hisses into a walkie-talkie and the two of them move.

"these new gangs have no fucking respect, i tell ya."

turf? you think, and then you glance at your uncle advancing and then at them. yakuza? they can't be.

they can.

everything happens at once.

the second takeo's more burly right-hand man, a slightly unintelligent but earnest man named daiki shouts a "hey!", the blond-haired man has already kicked the table over and drawn his gun. the half-red, half-white haired man draws his too, sideways, and directly at the other subordinate trying to come from behind. the third of the group sighs, and shoves his hands in his pockets and almost like in a slight of hand, they are suddenly gleaming and armored.

"don't fucking take another step," the blond hisses. "why the fuck did you take us to dinner on enemy gang territory, shoto?"

shoto. you commit the name to memory.

"i forgot."

"you forgot?" the green-haired one repeats. shoto rolls his eyes.

"listen the food is good-"

takeo fires the first shot and shoto rolls out of the way, and it begins.

it's not a bloodbath outright, but there is pandemonium - screaming and broken glass and you, terrified, and ducking for cover, trying hard to remember what your parents and brother taught you. your older brother is not here, he's overseas. it's just you, alone.

a body is tossed across the room and you roll out of the way. you're as far from the exit as you possibly can be, and security seems to have forgotten about you, trying to deal with the active destruction. you're not sure if the three were sent explicitly to destroy the place, but that seems to be what's happening. the blonde-haired one seems to be enjoying pistol whipping as many people as approaches then shoots directly at the decorative cabinets letting wine and liquor flow and the green-haired one is amassing a pile of bodies behind him, a crazed smile on his otherwise slightly juvenile features.

you don't see shoto.

crawling backwards to find your phone and see if you can bring more backup, you hit something hard, and he's standing behind you.

you scream, but he's covered your mouth, and you are lifted out of the crossfire expeditiously, kicking and screaming. shoto kicks through a door and carries you in, setting you down finally at a stairwell.

your first impulse when he lets you go is to slap; he catches your wrist and gives you a look.

"calm down, i won't hurt you." he says.

you're heaving and tearing up, mascara running down your face.

"i don't make a good hostage, i've disowned my father, don't even try-"

shoto rolls his eyes, then lets go of your wrist.

"i only wanted to get you out of harm's way, actually. kidnapping isn't exactly my style although i can't say the same for my colleagues."

you swallow hard, confused.

"what?"

"you're pretty, i was planning to introduce myself today until... you know-" he waves to the carnage beyond the walls and flustered enough that you're almost lightheaded you whisper, "what?" again.

he gives a half-smile, sheepish, and you, disheveled and confused, feel like you've been sucked into an alternate reality. there's blood on his shirt that isn't his, and his clothing is torn; your makeup is smeared and you've stress sweat out of your dress.

you don't know each other, and yet he wishes he did know you.

your mouth falters but before you can say anything else, he hears his name called.

he cocks the gun in his right hand, and with one last look at you, he's gone.

[ikjun]

omg al darling pls give me your queen of tears thoughts i’m really behind and need to know if it’s worth finishing <3

tbh i am also behind but i keep up with spoilers and episode recaps for everything i am watching bc i don't really care about getting spoiled. with that being said, where do i even begin? i would have loved if the show ended on a melodrama note in the second half, with the hong family having lost queens group but recouping that through baekhong's work as a lawyer and ceo respectively and with them rekindling their relationship (without marriage or another kid) while hae-in would, well, die due to some bout of medical realism that has to remain here, but with the two of them choosing each other in their lifetime, roll credits, fin. i am putting a read more from here on in bc this is sort of my thoughts on the show in general but also the second half, since describing the second half doesn't really work without talking about the set-up of the plot. plots? whatever is happening here. (also! spoilers ahead!)

of course we did not get a well-polished plot, something as sensible as this couldn't fly with the deranged fans this drama spawned like you wouldn't believe. so in a way this fanbase deserved exactly what they got lmao. this show has been crazy from the beginning bc as much as i love hae-in, people kept acting like she didn't treat hyun-woo like shit for most of their marriage when she did. he was only marginally better off, but my one big issue was that hyun-woo has to apolgize for everything he ever did, for wanting to divorce in the first place, while the show depicted right away how awful his marriage was. so now in the second half we, of course, get hyun-woo doing everything for hae-in to make up for all his audacity, like the good kdrama male lead he is (where is moon gang-tae when we need him? kim soo-hyun can act with some fire in there, so why does he not?) hae-in keeps getting worse and he is by her side, so whoo for tha ti guess and she does apologize for how she treated him after 10 eps of grovelling lmao. anyways.

they grow closer again while hae-in stays in the hospital for her treatment, but in comes mister i-still-want-to-be-cooked-over-an-open-fire-like-a-rotissiere-chicken eun-sung. i do have to say i love park sung-hoon in this drama? not as good as the psychotic bully-slash-killer-slash-second-woman he plays in the glory, but really good. it's giving kendall roy in sucession s2! it's giving this is why rich people tax middle class families until tax evasion or murder become lifestyle choices for those families! it's giving the rite of passage creepy high school boyfriend straight women go through amped up to the max! he is so good at being evil and he shines here, somehow, in all his creepy despondency and obsession with hae-in. at one point he swipes in and tells hae-in, who is losing her memory, that he saved her life and then he does it again, using the times hyun-woo's saved her as his cover story. he keeps rocking brown three-piece suits and a crazy-good blowout and side swoop while he does that, which might be the worst thing. hyun-woo punches him in the face, which is the saving grace of this entire second half of the show. he runs over hyun-woo with a car in the PENULTIMATE episode for the hell of it, because he can't see hyun-woo and hae-in be together again. the man is batshit insane and he stands by it.

as for the plot:

the head of the hong family (hae-in's grandfather) has a slush fund, because that is the second most realistic part of the show. eun-sung and his mother scrounge around to find it to take the rest of queens group, but well, i honestly don't care much about this plot. yang-gi (hyun-woo's best friend and divorce lawyer, who is apparently barred twice over in korea and can also hold up with business law and attorney work in court lol) helps lower hyun-woo's crazy ass charges, so he lives to see another day while everyone is looking for the goddamn slush fund. eun-sung and his mother found it first btw. hae-in keeps mistaking eun-sung for hyun-woo, her memory loss gets worse, we get it. several people working for eun-sung keep trying to kill hyun-woo over the span of the last five episodes. we get another reborn rich cameo from kim shin-rok, which at this point is the only thing keeping me from tuning out of this whacky ass drama. the hong family grandfather kills himself and all of kdrama twt and mdl are mad that the raised rating wasn't an explicit scene between baekhong but seeing an old man die (i kid you not). they keep trying to convince me kim soo-hyun was in the marine corps and i keep not believing it. german hospitals apparently can do life-saving surgeries on non-german citizens, which is unheard off in this neck of the woods but alas. hae-in has to trade in her memories to have that surgery, so that is our 11 o clock moment. or something. hyun-woo gets arrested by interpol right after, so there goes that dream. soo-cheol ends up with his wife again, which i care about as much as a tree cares about a leaf falling in a forest. big yawn. hyun-woo employs yang-gi again to beat the interpol charges and they do (yippie!). eun-sung keep acting like he's hae-in's husband after her memories disappeared and all of us know it's so deeply joever but the death bell has yet to strike. in comes the car crash bc we go two for two on car crashes in this show. eun-sung is now, after 15 episodes of washed up nonsense, pursued by the police bc nothing screams real crime like vehicular manslaughter in a kdrama. tried and true to the very end he goes!

haven't checked into ep 16 yet, but i know it ends with a montage of hae-in and hyun-woo together for more years, marrying again and having a child, and then hae-in dies. hyun-woo as an old man visits her grave in germany (potsdam doesn't allow graves on the grounds of sansoucie so i wonder where they supposedly put it?) and then we get a fade in of young hae-in leading now-deceased and young again hyun-woo to heaven in a field of lavender, goblin style minus the good writing. hyun-woo kept apologising for things until the end but don't ask me what it was about, i stopped caring. i assume that eun-sung lands in jail or something for his five billion crimes and all the times he wore light blue ties in this show. fin.

[quietwingsinthesky]

For the fanfic asks, 18 and 19?

Hi Stel!

[questions are here]

18. oh, gosh. hard choice. hard choice. uhm. I always gush about how much I loved writing 'it would have buried you' so I feel like I should give the spotlight to one of my other favorites, which is Another Night (it doesn't get easy). It's full of lines that I fucking love, and I have no idea where they came from or why they ended up in a FNAF fic of all things, but. specifically right now, I'm thinking of the line, "Your father, the walking blasphemy, can see you now." which is really just. the culmination of the whole fic's point for being, really. And I really loved narrating that line too, alskdjalskjd i dont know if you can tell listening to the podfic, I savored that damn thing.

19. Okay okay small teaser let's see what I've got here. hm. So there's another prompt I'm working on in bits and pieces asking for something between Sam and Lucifer, specifically during the era where Lucifer is possessing Castiel, which. Fascinating challenge to me (<- dislikes casifer greatly) and I am up for it. So here's a little bit of it.

tw for lucifer being a creepy dude and doing shit he should not be doing to sam while he's asleep. nothing terrible but he is being. So Weird.

Sam is smarter than this. He should know he's not safe here, not even in this hole in the ground. Does he really sleep here, night after night, without anything protecting him? Lucifer strokes Sam's cheek, feels his sleeping exhales against this vessel's wrist. Not anymore. Lucifer has taken care of everything. Sam's room is warded against any being that might wish him harm, and all of it is scratched so subtly into the walls by Castiel's guided nails that he won't even notice the difference.

That's alright. He doesn't have to know that Lucifer is watching over him. He never knew about Azazel's gang guiding him, not until their jobs were long over and he had been shaped into Lucifer's true vessel. Those demons even made the perfect present for him when he accepted Lucifer into his heart and bloodied hands.

Someday, Sam is going to understand that Lucifer doesn’t give so much to just anyone.

He has another gift for Sam, beyond the protective wards on the walls and his company behind Castiel's face. He kisses Sam's forehead and lets grace curl inside his mind, locking him into the deep slumber Lucifer walked in on. Sam's face is so relaxed when he's asleep. Gently, Lucifer's thumb glides down the side of his face to his lips. They part with barely a hint of pressure. Lucifer smiles.

His wings rise around him and Sam, light sent dancing over his true vessel's skin. (Beneath them, Castiel's worn-out rags of bone and feather drag along the floor, forgotten.) Lucifer reaches between his feathers, seeking. Grace sparks under his fingers, and the sensation is calming. He's almost tempted to sit here a while over Sam's prone body and preen, letting the loose feathers glide down to rest over Sam. Another time, maybe. For now, he has purpose, and he takes hold of a feather still intimately connected to his own power. It's a living part of him, and he pulls it out. The pain is awful. Lucifer bows over Sam, stifling a scream against his neck.

Sam doesn't wake. Lucifer rubs Castiel's throat. This vessel doesn't fit right. Even its vocal cords vibrate wrong. He hates it, and with Sam so close, right there, one word away from letting Lucifer taste the euphoria of being inside him again... But he is so stubborn. Lucifer wouldn't love him otherwise.

For now, he takes the feather between his fingers, sparking and glowing and connected to him, even though it’s been cut off. He can feel it. He can track it.

He wouldn't have to do this if Castiel hadn't tried to hide Sam from him. As if he was allowed to write runes into Sam's ribs without Lucifer's permission. Lucifer can't even erase them. Loathe as he is to admit it, they're effective at keeping every other angel away from his vessel, too.

Here's a simpler solution. He opens Sam's mouth wider, and he drops the small feather inside.

[calypso-finale]

Twenty Four. Part 3

I really just want to go to sleep because Aziel has school and he is not even in bed, if Grace was here I wouldn’t care but she isn’t, so this is crazy and now this fucking drama. I am so mad with Halle but now she is in labour I can’t do shit about it, how dare she come for him like that and air something out that is so close to me, nobody knows publicly we are engaged, she knows what I feel about him. Oakley does what he wants but I have accepted it, I may rant about it now and then but that is to my girls, I am so hurt and mad because I can’t trust anyone and now Ti is calling but this thing I got to sort out. I have no idea what Oakley is saying to his mom because all this lady is doing it crying “Rachel, wait up” I did a little run to her “wait please, don’t leave the house like this. What happened” walking around her, she is so sad, and I don’t like that “and this is why that boy got kicked out of the house constantly, he is so mean. It is bad enough I have to deal with Juke calling me things and telling me I am a bad mom but then Oakley does it, then he acts stupid and says why is Juke like that, he sees it from him” she sniffled “oh no” I just hugged her, that is not nice. Oakley can be an asshole at times “I think he is probably stressed out; he can get like that when he feel stressed out” I am not trying to defend him too much but he can “it gives him no right, I don’t want his money. I don’t, he will be one crying” she moved back from the hug wiping the tears “I mourned you parents a long time ago you know, you my mom so I am cool with you because you gave birth to me but you a shit parent, stop giving it tears like bro. Who kicks out their child, I was a child you was good to others but not us. I am telling you now I am over it but you just don’t fucking listen to me, don’t worry you will go to Ireland and do what you like, I don’t want to see you anyways” side eyeing Oakley “stop feeding Rylee shit” he pointed “I gave her shit when I birthed you” I cringed “fuck you, just fuck off yeah. You was never fit to be a mother! You never fucking was, I get why dad would cheat on a bitch like you, you ruined my childhood!” he barked “drop it, stop it now Oakley. This is too much, go and put Aziel to sleep” is he crazy “you don’t do that Oakley, no” seeing Aziel is stood there and heard everything “just go!” I spat “dad is going to put you to sleep, Oakley will you just go. Listen to someone in your life!” I spat, he turned away “she is acting” he pointed at his mom “Ruby sad” Aziel asked “she is fake that is what” that man is on something right now.

I can thank Halle for this shit, I can’t stand her. I waited with Rachel until the taxi came for her “I didn’t want to keep speaking to you while you’re in this mood, but he owes you an apology, he does love you. He really does, he was falling out with me over you. I think he is just stressed out and you are in the firing line, that is all. He does love you; I know he does” I feel I am defending him too much “Rylee he has issues with me because I kicked him out always, he doesn’t see what he was like. He was a bad boy” I squinted my eyes “but I heard that he was a good kid before he got kicked out and onto the streets?” I did hear that “in house he was bad and if his grandparents were here they would tell you, he was nice out there because he enjoyed being with the gang so of course he was ok there, at home he wasn’t. I would have never of kicked him out if so, I regret it. I regret doing it but his dad didn’t care to control him and he became favrouite parent, I admit to my wrong doings but I am too old for him to be doing this still. I don’t want his help; I want to do it alone. I am going to Ireland on my own so can you not tell him; I can do it. I have my sister, she will take me in, but he thinks my family hate me. They don’t but do not tell him, please. I will text you when I go but I don’t want him, he will hold it over me like he does the house because he wanted to prove a point. I am not a bad person, I just got myself caught up with Neil, but my taxi is here thank you for waiting with me” she hugged me, I would say let me help you, but Oakley would have something to say if he found out and I cannot do it behind his back “please tell me where you go?” I said to her “I will” Oakley is a dick; I am mad with him “me and Aziel will visit” I mean that too.

I now have that, I know she is going to do that but also Oakley is my husband to be, I can’t lie to him. Why me, I fucking hate Halle, oh I will be getting her when she is done pushing that child out “done?” I said to Oakley “yeah, she gone” nodding my head “she is your mom, what is your problem attacking her, I know you’re mad with Halle, but she didn’t deserve that, come down the steps. Oakley that is wrong, you’re mad with me. You think I am texting other men when I am not, I am loyal to you, so you now taken it out on your mom” he just stared at me not saying a word because he knows I am right “my phone is there, take it. I don’t care, take it and snoop through it all, I don’t care. I am engaged and I am happy, yes I ranted to my friends. Just a girly talk, it was nothing malicious and I never called you useless I said I wish he did things without me saying, but that is you. But I get frustrated that is all but if you think that is wrong of me then sorry, but I am only human” I put my hands up “she pissed me off” he mumbled “I told you about her, and look at that. She was too loud for nothing and now she is speaking publicly like that” I knew he was pissed off about it “I know but I can’t do anything right now about it, I appreciate you didn’t want to come at me, but your mom didn’t deserve that and I want you to apologise personally once you’re ok to do so. But you need to find another way over offloading that, it’s not nice” he took in a deep breath “stay the night” he shook his head “I need to go back, I don’t need to go but I just need to clear my mind, it’s ok though. I will call you when I get back” nodding my head “Aziel saw and heard everything you said to your mom” he shrugged, he still not happy so I get why he wants to not be around me “well call me, I sent you the pictures Oakley, please post it” I said to him as he walked off “I will” I am so fucking mad with Halle, how could she do that.

Ti is on loudspeaker as I file down my nail, her life is so peaceful with Damson, like two perfect people and I am jealous, not real life jealous but I just want some peace “I was at the house when it happened you know, mom jumped off the couch like her life depended on it and then was on the phone just dealing with shit, dad was like you are so bored with your own life” I chuckled “yeah well Halle caused me a lot of shit at home but I don’t want to cut her off” which I don’t “that is going to be hard, and she ruined your moment” Ti said which she did “but I am saying it’s the hormones, it’s got to be” I am not defending her but she wouldn’t do me like that “but she was so malicious with it, like she wasn’t nice though, you going to have to be careful with this sis” she is right, tapping on the notification that dropped down, Oakley has posted “oh shit” I said, it’s twelve and I didn’t post a thing “what?” Ti mumbled “I was supposed to post at Twelve about the engagement and Oakley did it right on time, one thing about this husband of mine, he will do it his way or nothing, like he did it but his own way” I laughed “but you seen it?” I said to her “erm” she went silent “oh it come up, awww look how young you was! And him! This is so cute, that smile Rylee, you was in deep then but you was a baby, this was at his parents’ home yeah” I laughed “yeah” I grinned “he really hugging you, I haven’t seen that man hold someone so close, that is cute. Read the caption, that is more than three words, hold on. I wasn’t supposed to love, and I wasn’t built for love but this girl right here showed me love, I ain’t for the long caption thing but thank you for your time and patience you have with me, handling me in my lowest and naturing me when I have never been natured. When I see you, I see my future and I want that forever. I want to have that feeling, she made me love. Awwww Rylee that was cute, oh and he posted again” I giggling “from girlfriend to fiancé, he put that and it’s a selfie you did with your ring in it and him in the background” I chuckled “so he didn’t use the pictures I sent, I love him” I giggled “I am lucky, I don’t care what anyone says” I am lucky to have him “like he isn’t the worst” I added.

I let out an oh “you wearing jeans? Oakley is that you?” he grinned “well we going on a date so I thought I would wear this sweatshirt and thing you know, your mom also was driving me crazy that she is setting all this up and she needs me to act right. I said don’t worry I am, you look amazing. You always do, beautiful” I cooed out “thank you baby” I did a little run to him “I also lowkey hate when you wear heels” he hugged me “I am sorry, shall I change my heels” he shook his head “nah you good, it’s alright” he laughed, Oakley and I end up being kind of the same height when I do really “you look really nice in this, I am impressed. Also I peeped you posted that post not on time” I laughed “yeah my bad, I was on the phone to Ti but you was on time, like you always are. I text you though, that post was cute. Thank you, you seem to be in a better mood though” I like it “yeah, I am over it. Like I ain’t going to go on a date all mad you know, I want us to have a good time together and also yeah, fuck her” he shrugged “she alive still?” I gasped “she is, and the baby has arrived, a girl” he rolled his eyes “whatever then but yeah, I am good” maybe he has apologised to his mom “so you and your mom are on good terms yeah?” he shook his head, he is so annoying. The fact his mom asked me to not tell him about going to Ireland without him knowing but I know, I want to tell him, but he isn’t actively doing anything to apologise either, this man is so annoying “right” I just said “not happy, but Aziel is with Jordan at his house. Grace will pick him up, let’s go” he makes me mad with shit like that, why can’t he apologise to his mom “she didn’t do anything wrong and did not deserve you to be so cruel” I walked off ahead of him “I will, she is on my to do list” now he has a list, of course he does he is so stupid.

I can’t imagine what my mother has done, she just said to be on our best behaviour, she should work in PR “I jerked off last night” he randomly said, looking over at him confused “you’re telling me this because?” that is so random “because you need to be informed, just couldn’t sleep really and then I slept like a baby after” he smiling like he is so proud of himself “you literally have me at home and you decide to use your hand? Like what?” he pulled a face “and what would you do? Show me a picture of something you want to try and then tell I am being lazy with tidying my manhood, I can’t be bothered” letting out an oh “I told you it’s unattractive when it’s out of control, when it’s tidy I like it. It’s not hard” he just doesn’t come to me “what are going to do when you are living with me? I don’t get it” oh my mom meant it when she said she got paparazzi there “nothing, I can’t wait to be with you” my mom has set everything up “this is jarring really” he parked up just outside Nobu and the bodyguards which my mom set up went to Oakley side “be good” I said to him, the door opened, and he got out. I just know they going to be on his ass because of some comments he said, fat shaming being the main one. Getting out of the car and holding the clutch close to me “congratulations on your engagement” they started shouting, Oakley held my hand, smiling at the papz “thank you” I said “Central Cee, do you regret fat shaming” I knew it, I knew they would say that because he doesn’t shut up.

This is so planned, from where we are sat too because pictures can be taken “this is jarring you know” I didn’t say anything because I am used to it “Rihanna special, how you like it?” he laughed “erm, if she asks I will say it’s the best but in general it’s just fake you know, that ain’t me” he is funny “nothing is you Oakley, I honestly do not like how you were with Rachel, she has nothing but you and Juke and you both are useless” Oakley frowned “she just doesn’t listen, but like I get it, I will apologise just when I have a moment, she isn’t going anywhere” he is so confident in that “and what if she does then what?” he laughed “then she brave” he is joking now “mhmmm you really shouldn’t have called Halle publicly, that’s all they keep saying now you know” he shrugged “I never said it publicly, she aired me out for saying it and I said it, I dislike her and she isn’t invited to my wedding, I don’t know what wedding you think she is going too, it ain’t our wedding” here we go “I get it but you both to blame in some sense right?” he shook his head “she talk to me like shit, she always making sly comments and I am done with her shit, you either picking her or me” I gasped “you really doing that? Oakley” he looked at confused “so you wanted to be around that? She publicly talked shit to me and you didn’t even have my back? You’re sat there just plotting on to get her back in our life? Fuck no, I ain’t having that or him, Wyge can fuck off. I did that for me, I made him who he is, my money! And now she is clutching onto you, she aired me out about the child care costs when we had a fucking agreement, you did that Rylee don’t piss me off, I don’t want her anywhere near us, You ain’t have my back, it’s very pagan to me” rubbing my face “I am not a pagan ok, I didn’t want the shit done publicly, I couldn’t attack her like that, I do got your back” is he stupid “then prove it Lee” he grumbled, he is kind of sexy when is mad really but this shit is a mess.

[astoldbyaja]

The Blossom surrounded by Fire - Ch. 14 (Warrior AU- HBO MAX)

“You could leave, but it could be a very painful journey if you don’t know where to go. You could end up back in slavery.” she said. I looked away with a wince.

“But you don’t belong in a tong either. You’d be looked down upon and they wouldn’t see a reason to respect you because you don’t look like them.” She said flatly. I nodded.

“My thoughts exactly.” I replied. She leaned back a bit.

“But that may be exactly what you need right now.” she replied. I looked up at her stunned.

“What?” I asked and she nodded standing up and moving up to me, half her face done with makeup.

“Everyone starts out as an onion in our journey through life, but even in a world of madness and hatred, even you can make a name for yourself.” she said. I tilted my head in confusion. How was that possible?

“You are thinking with the mind of a duck when viewing your world, you should be thinking just like the rest of us. You are a rare gem in Chinatown. In the duck world you would be seen as uppity because you’re smart. But here, you would have a chance to grow and change some people’s view to fit your survival needs. You are the only African here, and with ears like those, you could be seen as good luck or bad luck, and your willingness to help those around you could get you in the good graces of the tong leaders. You’d grow from an onion to a healer of worth.” she explained. I never thought of it like that.

“But to pledge my loyalty to one tong and turn others away-”

“Is the price you may have to pay in order to stay alive. You have to put yourself first. You think if there was a riot going on and the ducks came crashing through here, destroying everything in their sight, that any Chinese help you? No. You have to secure your own legacy before that of anyone else’s.” she said. I winced and looked down at my empty cup. She was right. I cared about everyone except the main important person, myself. Chao can’t protect me forever nor could he put his business and legacy on hold for me. I would have to find my own way eventually, so why not now.

I nodded.

“You are right. I cannot hide from Zing forever, he will never honor the freelance work I do.” I replied. She nodded moving back over to her vanity and continued with her make up.

“So what will you do? Will you choose a tong or take your chance out in the world?” she asked. I scoffed.

“The world has only offered me pain and captivity. I want to do whatever it takes to stay free.” I replied. She nodded painting her lips with red lipstick.

“Don’t we all.” she said. After I returned to Chao’s shop, I remained in my bed. I just wanted to relax and not think of anything right now. And the world gave me that. I slept hard and when I awoke, I forced myself to stay busy. I was visited by some people on behalf of their ill family members. Thank the lord they were getting better but were out of herbs to kick the illness. I was discreet with giving them what they needed as to not interfere with Chao’s business. Within three days, I had my life back. I didn’t want to continue seeing people at Chao’s store, but when I offered to go back out, he talked me into staying put for a bit just to ensure Zing and his gang weren’t in the shadows somewhere. So to keep myself busy when I wasn’t helping others, I helped Chao integrate immigrants who came off the boat and into Chinatown.

I guess seeing a pretty woman with “elf ears” made them a bit mesmerized. I sat quietly next to Chao in his carriage as he explained the new life to a young man who was scrapping pretty well with some bullies off the boat.

“Yes, I think the Hop Wei would be perfect for you… they have a real sense of brotherhood.” he explained. I remained quiet as I listened, and the young man looked at me and I just gave a warm smile. I noticed he was admiring my black dress. It wasn’t wealthy by any standard, but standing beside Chao, he thought it was time I updated my wardrobe to match his status when standing with him.

We were in Hop Wei territory now and the carriage stopped a few feet from the familiar Hop Wei playing their usual game. Now I felt a slight pit in my stomach. I hadn’t seen any Hop Wei members since Chao came for me. I could see the familiar slick back of Bolo’s hair, the red of his vest.

Chao stepped out first before leaning in to take my hand. I smiled and took it, stepping out and following him to the tong members. Young Jun was the first to look up.

“Holy shit, it’s been a while since I saw your pretty face around here, Amaka!” he exclaimed as he stood up. Bolo turned to look, and his eyes seemed to widen at the sight of me and he leaned up some as if he were at attention. I just smiled and bowed to Young Jun.

“It has been a while. I hope you are well.” I replied softly and Young Jun smirked.

“Still itching to see if I can handle you, as usual. Oh, and nice to see you too, Chao.” he said with less enthusiasm before looking back at me as if shocked. “You cut your hair; I like it. Really makes your ears pop!”

He made a move to touch my hair and I just leaned back.

“Still not an animal you can touch when you want.” I said with a watchful gaze, but my smirk led him to believe I was being playful. He chuckled.

“Spend one night with me and you’ll be begging me to touch you.” He said with a purr. I found his attempt at charm a bit amusing, and I leaned into him some.

“Something tells me that if I spend a night with you, you’ll be aching for me to touch you long after I leave your bed.” I said lowly. I could see the sheer excitement grow in his eyes, and the agony growing in Bolo’s so I leaned back.

“Whooo hooo, Chao, when are you gonna give the go ahead for this sticky here!” he asked looking at Chao who just smirked.

“When I know you can handle the addiction that comes with her… but I have someone for you to meet.” he said motioning toward the carriage. The man off the boat was still there, looking all around. He looked so out of place. Young Jun smirked.

“Don’t bother waving him over, I’ll walk to him. You and I have some business to talk about anyways.” he said. Chao nodded looking at me and motioning for me to stay here. One Hop Wei followed Yung Jun and Chao over to the carriage leaving me beside the rest. Bolo was standing there just looking down at me, and I just felt that knot inside me tighten.

“Hello, Bolo.” I replied. He cleared his throat and placed his smoke between his lips before now standing straight up and looking forward.

“Amaka.” he said trying to remain professional. I just nodded and kept my hands together as I watched Chao and Young Jun at the carriage. I could only make out some of what they were saying.

“That’s a pretty dress.” he said stoically. I gave the smallest of smiles.

“Thank you.” I replied and now it was quiet between us.

“Heard you got into some trouble with the Fung Hai.” he said.

I nodded.

“All a misunderstanding. Chao had some issues with Zing, and to keep the peace, I offered my services to his men with some wounds is all.” I replied.

“You were gone for a while…” he noted.

“The cost of doing business with a tong.” I said lowly and now we were quiet for a moment. I noticed he stepped a bit closer, his shoulder edging toward mine and I just looked down.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked lowly. I looked up slowly. He didn't have to say his name for me to know who he meant.

“It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before. I made it out in one piece and shorter hair and that’s what matters.” I replied just watching Chao and Young Jun talk and shake hands. He finally looked my way and waved me over. Time to go. I turned to face Bolo and he just looked down at me.

“Meet me at the brothel tonight?” he asked. I wasn’t expecting that.

“Is that that the only place you can stand to talk to me at?” I asked. He looked insulted by my words and looked around before leaning toward me.

“I came to Chao’s shop looking for you, but you were handling business with the Fung Hai.” he said. I winced and nodded.

“I will try to be there.” I replied and quickly turned to walk toward the carriage. Young Jun was walking past me, with the man off the boat behind him, when he smirked at me.

“Until we meet again, sweet Amaka.” he said. I smiled and bowed.

“Until next time, Young Jun.” I replied and moved over to the carriage. Chao helped me on and once settled the carriage took off.

“Well one thing’s for certain, and two things for sure, that hatchet man missed you.” he said looking out into the town. I didn’t say anything at first, just looked down smiling some.

“I missed him, and I missed you.” I replied. Chao looked at me with a smile patting the top of my leg.

“Have you thought about what we discussed, about you joining a tong?” he asked. I nodded.

“Yes, but it’s not like I should just go approach both leaders and ask to be their healers.” I replied.

“Well you may not have to. Young Jun has informed me that his father has taken a special interest in you with your healing abilities. He will be calling soon to speak with you to see if you are worthy enough to be his personal healer, and the healer to the tong.” he replied. I nodded slowly drinking in his words, then remembered he had spoken with Mai Ling about the same thing.

“And Long Zii?” I asked, and he nodded.

“I haven’t heard back yet, but Mai Ling liked the idea of having you in her home. I think she just needs more friends.” he said, and I held back my laughter now at his words. I didn’t know the woman and did not want to judge.

“So now I just need to decide between the Hop Wei or Long Zii.” I replied and he nodded before his smile fell some.

“You don’t need me to tell you what happens if you pledge loyalty to one tong. That means you cannot help any other tong members or their families. You may be able to get away with helping the citizens of the town, but even that may be playing it close. When you choose a tong, although you will have protection you will also have a target on your back from rival tongs.” He explained. I nodded.

“And with the Hop Wei constantly fighting with the Long Zii, I will definitely be busy. If I choose Hop Wei, I’ll be able to be closer to you?” I asked and he nodded.

“Yes. But Hop Wei is dealing in opium meaning the heat from the bulls will be on them and you will have to deal with them as well.” he said, and I nodded looking down with slight worry.

“And if I choose the Long Zii, I would be further from you…” my words trailed off and he nodded.

"And you would not be allowed to see Bolo ever again.” he said. I winced and ran my fingers through my hair unused to the shortness still.

“It’s a lot to think about. But I know I have to do what’s safest for me.” I replied and he nodded in agreement.

“You do.” he said. I nodded and looked ahead feeling dread fill me some.

“Can we go to the brothel tonight? I think I just want to get lost in the touches of a man tonight.” I replied looking at him seriously and Chao nodded.

“I think after what you went through, you deserve whatever you want.” he said, and I smiled and took his hand and he gave me a warm smile before we both looked ahead and enjoyed the ride.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

I head of Danny is damian fic but wasn't able to find any so I do the next best thing. Ask someone what to give what it would be like. Imagine how that would happen. Like he was always put in the pit to heal and the chaos chard that brought him back. Like say when he was brought back there was a price he was put in another place his look was affected and he doesn't have a memory the that happen but they don't find him until later you can also have him being the ghost king. Another is that he was reincarnated in the past when he was brought back to life and everything happen the same. Whatever he remembers everything or little or not is up to you.

Ok! Here's some more Daniel and Damian are the same person aus i made up here and now just for yall!

1. Danny is the reincarnation of Damian from a different dimension and doesn't remember anything. The batfamily find thier way to Amity Park after thier attempts at reviving Damian failed and they discovered it was because he had been reborn into a different world.

The batfam keep trying to convince Danny to come home with them and ghost boy is so weirded out. (This is probably going to be angsty)

2. Danny and Damian are fused together after the batfam have a run in with Desiree and Tim said to Damian, "I wish you were nicer!" And she granted the wish by making Danny and Damian fuse.

Damian is a lot nicer now, but then again its not really his brother anymore is it?

3. Body swap au where Danny-In Damians body- doesn't even try to fake it and just runs away in the middle of the night. This is made easier by him still having his invisibility and intangibility powers. Sadly the entire batclan is out to capture and interrogate the teen they believe is thier youngest sibling

Damian is having a different problem. Hes been sworn to secrecy after Tucker, Sam and Clockwork all ganged up on him to explain how important it is that no one can know about the portal or the Infinity Realms and convinced him to sit tight and wait for Danny to get here in Damians body. Valerie takes the initiative and takes Phantoms place as main ghost hunter for a while and learns to appreciate everything Phantoms done for this city (she's exhausted)

Damian is actually impressed to learn Danny escaped the batfam so quickly and is continuing to evade them.

4. Danny is reincarnated as Damian and after being thrown into the Lazarus Pit and drowning in it, he's saved by Nightwing giving him CPR and when he wakes up he remembers everything and regains his powers.

5. Soulmate au where you and your destined one can be bodyswapped at any time once every three months. Your only saving grace is that you get a distinct feeling of warning three minutes before the swap occurs.

Needless to say, shenanigans ensue.

[popoutsekai]

from anonymous : Can I get a sunny x reader where the reader likes to draw? Reader doesn't really share their drawings with the gang but one day sunny accidentally sees their sketchbook somehow and sees beautiful drawings of him made by y/n.

I hope you're having a wonderful day!🧸

ahh hello!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day too! sorry i messed up some formatting stuff and it ended up deleting your ask (oops?) i don’t know when you sent this so i’m banging it out as fast as i can + i’m new to tumblr bear with me pls </3 also i didnt know which sunny you wanted so i wrote for older sunny, if you want more younger sunny lmk pls !!

w/o further ado, welcome to artist!reader x sunny from both povs ^^

art cred !! + ct reading under cut, omori spoilers regarding the entire plot lmao sorry </3

reader perspective - second pov

did you mean to leave your sketchbook at sunny’s house, three years ago? most definitely not. why would you, [name], the organized artist of the 12 year olds, become so forgetful at a random moment in time? and now you were 15, 16 give or take.

you were the one who changed the least over those three long years; just a little more troubled, a little less organized. and you forgot about your sketchbook a while ago. you assumed you left it at the park, or something. but it wasn’t a big deal. the big deal was that you and kel got sunny out of the house!

it was actually mostly kel. that was the only person you talked to, basically. and you were busy the third day before sunny’s move. so, you joined him on the second day before.

“so, sunny, you okay and everything?” you slipped in when kel randomly flew away to get hero more random gifts at fix-it, of all places. “i heard you were moving away. are you excited?”

you heard a light “mhm” vocalize from his chest. you turned to him and smiled slightly.

“you’re lucky, you know. the world out there’s big. i hope you have a good time and stuff.”

“mhm.”

“just don’t forget about all of us!” you poked him with your shoulder lightly as to not push him over. he was glass, he was fragile, but he was as graceful as ever.

he nodded as kel yelled for you two to finally “move along! we’re going home- well, to my house!”

you were almost taking your first steps in kel’s direction, but sunny didn’t really move. noticing this, your body turned on its own to face him. “wanna take my hand?”

he blinked. yeah, sunny blinked.

“sure.”

it was quiet, but you could hear it loud and clear. his hand gripped onto yours as snug as could be.

well, maybe for him. he was gripping on for dear life on your part.

“YO! will you guys hurry? hero’s almost here…” kel’s whines echoed throughout the store, annoying the workers there.

you laughed a little, sunny’s hand still in yours. “hold on, kel! we’ll be right there!”

and with that, you felt as if sunny gained trust with you a little more.

sunny’s perspective - second pov

did you mean to find [name]’s sketchbook, from years and years ago, in your room as you and kel and hero and them were sleeping over in your house, in your room? most definitely not. in fact, you were just snooping around your living room before you heard their steps float in the house.

you flinched. they really haven’t changed throughout the years(?) you spent without them. they just looked different. a little more disheveled. but they still had that grace they held within them.

“hey, sunny? do you know where the bathroom is?” they yawned groggily, you figured you had to turn around to face them properly. “sorry, i just keep forgetting how your house wo- what is that?”

their eyes landed on the booklet that you had in your hands. the front cover had sketches of your little group. your little seven person group from long ago.

“hold on, i lost that a long time ago! well, we can kill some time here. do you wanna look through it together?”

you nodded, wanting to see more. what’s gone through their mind all this time? what happened throughout all those years?

but the first page you flipped to was near the middle of the sketchbook. it was a full body pose of…someone who looked so familiar. it felt as if it was captured from years ago, and placed onto the page. the boy felt happy, full of love and life. and you knew that wasn’t like how you were back then, not most of the time.

you turned to [name], staring at their gaping mouth and wide eyes. “oh my god, i forgot about that drawing.” they caressed the pages between their fingers and smiled. “this is the drawing that inspired me to draw more of…well, you. a little embarrassing, huh?”

you shook your head. it was more embarrassing for you, really.

“oh, phew, that’s a relief! well, that’s because…let me just show you.” they placed a hand inside their sweatshirt pocket, pulling out a small notebook around the same size you had in your hands. it fell onto the notebook you held with a plop. “you can look through it if you want.”

and so you did. the pages felt so good to flip through. it felt good to see some life within a notebook. the boy they drew had a simple anatomy, which they sketched perfectly. his hair was in place sometimes; others it wasn’t. his eyes had a sparkle in it sometimes; others he seemed gloomy. either way, the poses they drew felt so natural and light compared to the ones white space had to offer.

there were also sketches of their group. some in color, some not. he saw pictures of mari and hero holding hands and dancing. aubrey and kel and basil and sunny, all running around happily. was this another reality they tuned themself into?

“um, sunny? do you like them?” that’s what caught you off guard. “i mean, the drawings.”

you knew [name] never bragged about their drawing skills. back then, they only sketched with the intent of keeping it to themself only. and they got super flustered when people asked if they could show them their drawings. especially sunny.

“yeah.”

this meant a lot to [name]. sunny knew this much. their eyes grew wide like how they first laid eyes on their own sketchbook. “hehe, thanks.”

“mhm.”

“so, should we go back upstairs? i remembered where the bathroom is now! it’s up the stairs and in the middle, right?” they smiled wide again, helping you stack your notebooks up into a little pile and placing it on your hands.

you nodded, as always.

“let’s go then!” you two walked side by side, up the stairs one step at a time. the silence felt super comforting and natural, going up like you two were going to conquer the world.

well, faraway town was a start at least.

as you two reached the top, they looked you in the eye. their gaze was a little scary, but it wasn’t unusual for [name] to do stuff like this.

“hey sunny? i just wanted to let you know i love you.”

blink.

“i always have had just a little thing for you, and now that you’re moving, i just wanted you to have this.” they held out a drawing of you two together, sitting on a bench and holding hands. it depicted you and them from years ago together.

another blink.

“thanks for being a great friend, sunny! hah, i’ll always keep a little space in my notebooks for you.”

reader perspective - second pov

what you didn’t expect for sunny to do was lean his forehead on yours. but it felt so natural, so you two just stood there for a good amount of time. it felt right to be here, to stand here, to hold these notebooks and to hold these memories that were supposed to be made.

maybe someday you’ll make them.

but it starts with sunny overcoming his fears and faults. and you were willing to wait until the end of time.

and somewhere in his shrouded heart, he would wait for you too.

maybe soon enough, your happy endings will end up crossing together in the shape of love.

[camillyb]

‘Pahele’-“Trapped”

Part One.

Pairing: Danny Williams x Reader.

Steve McGarrett x Reader (Unrequited love).

Requested by @pumpkinfriend : “Hi! I would LOVE a Danny x reader story :) Maybe Steve and Danny rescue reader from a dangerous situation. Both take a liking to her, kinda competing for her attention/feelings... Reader likes them both, is lighty flirty with both... Does that makes sense? Thank you!”

Characters that may appear or be mentioned: Steve McGarrett, Danny Williams, Kono Kalakaua, Chin Ho Kelly, Kamekona, Wo Fat, Duke Lukela, Grace Williams, Capt. Lou Grover, Joe White, Catherine Rollins.

Warnings: Kidnapping, knife wounds, torture, blood, fractured rib, strangulation, angst.

Words: 625

A/N: ok, i already had one started drafting a while ago, i loved writing this request. sorry for the delay to post, i’m full of tests... anyway, i hope you like it, and let me know what you think! remember, requests are still open!

Sista = Sister.

Brah = Bro/Brother.

It was midnight when you woke up when you heard a noise downstairs in your house. You always went to sleep with your gun tucked away in the top drawer of the desk beside your bed, you learned from your father’s friend Joe White. How did your father and Joe meet? Simple. Both served in the Navy, however, Y/N’s father died in combat.

You left the room trying to make as little noise as possible, with your gun pointed straight ahead and started down the stairs, watching a male figure going through the closets.

“Hey. You there. Five-zero, raise your hands where I can see it!” - Her face softened when she saw Kamekona.

“Easy there sista!” - He raised his hands. The question is, why was Kamekona at her house? Well, you got hurt a while ago and he volunteered to cook, so sometimes he showed up at your house.

“Kamekona! How many times have I said that when you’re coming, it’s to let you know brah? And it’s half past midnight! What are you doing here?” - You approached lowering the gun while rubbing your free hand over your face.

“So sista, you know what it is...” - He started to try to explain himself until he was interrupted.

“No, you know what? Don’t even tell me what you came here for. We had a big gang case that resulted in murder today and now I just want to sleep, so whatever you do and if you want the guest room is free... Good night, Kame!” - You turned your back and started to climb the steps, however, stopped halfway turning around again. - “And give me back my keys, you can put in the first drawer on the right of the desk that has in the office...” - You smiled and continued up the stairs.

“Thanks sister! Night!”

Little did she know the day would be long...

• • ────────────── • •

6:30 am... Time to get up!

When your father passed away, the only father figure you had was Joe. Your mother died a while later too, she had cancer, it was in an advanced stage, little chance of cure. When she passed away, you only had Joe, he promised he would take care of you.

As a good soldier’s daughter and later raised by a soldier, you learned to get up early and go for a run.

“Morning brah!” - You said when you entered the kitchen and saw that he was also awake.

“Good morning!”

“Kame, I’m going out for a run ok.” - You started moving away from the kitchen.

“Done!”

“Oh, I almost forgot...” - You turned around - “When I leave, lock the door, don’t let anyone in.”

“Everything’s ok?” - He asked as he approached.

“Yeah, of course. Just in case. See you later, I’ll show up in the truck.” - You turned and ran out the door.

• • ────────────── • •

As you ran, you always paid attention to your surroundings, being a target of Wo Fat was a problem.

Wo Fat was behind Shelburne, in his view, Wo Fat acts out of impulsiveness. If he catches someone, he insists and insists on getting the victim to talk, even if he keeps denying it. Torture is not very cool...

When you were younger, you had already been kidnapped, but as you were trained by Joe, you managed to escape from the place where you were taken.

Even being observant, felt that someone was following you, but you didn’t give that much importance. There were times when u received letters at your house, with no sender only the recipient, you.

• • ────────────── • •

“Steve?” - Danny called him worried.

“What” - Steve stopped doing what he was doing

“It’s Y/N. We have a problem”

• • ────────────── • •

Hey! I’ll finish writing and I’ll post when I’m ready. I don’t know how many parts there will be, probably 3 at most.

I’m sorry for the delay!

[deanstead]

Somebody’s Watching

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request by danipearl16: Request- Jay has a girlfriend that nobody knows about and then they get a case where she’s being stalked and her stalker is killings women that seem to remind him of her and it turns out to be her ex-boyfriend from high school and Jay starts going downhill a little bit because he’s worried about her. Also his girlfriend is more on the younger than his side by 7 years

Word Count: 4,365

Warnings: cursing, mention of sexual assault/misconduct (non-graphic), mention of non-con touching, stalking, minor OC death, mention of injury, angst, fluff

A/N: Please beware of the triggers before you continue reading! I changed some parts to fit into the storyline but I still hope you like what I did with it! I’m pretty excited about this fic so I really really hope yall will like it! It’s my first time writing such a detailed case in so I hope it turned out well? Please hit me up and let me know what you think! Love yall!

---

You looked up from where you were sprawled on the couch, fiddling with your phone. Jay was sitting at the table, a small frown across his face as he pored over case notes.

Jay usually didn’t bring his work home with him but they’d just closed a big case and he had spent a whole week in the district. So instead of spending more time there to finish the paperwork, Jay had opted to bring it home instead.

You smiled to yourself just as Jay looked up. “Sorry babe.” He said, making a little face at the papers strewn across the table.

Chuckling, you climbed off the couch and moved towards him. You stood behind him, looping your arms around his shoulders, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I missed you.” You whispered.

Jay turned slightly, tugging you so that you now landed in his lap.

“Missed you too.” He whispered, smiling as one of his arms snaked around your waist, holding you securely to him, another hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Sorry I’ve been busy.”

You shook your head, smiling.

You’d been dating for a while but no one else knew. Both of you had agreed to keep it on the down low, partly because of your age difference. Even though you had agreed you’d keep it quiet at least for the first few months, it had been a lot more than that and it had been going so well that you didn’t really want to purposefully invite anyone into this world that Jay and you had created for yourselves. Rather than keeping it a secret, you guys just hadn’t made the effort to tell anyone or publicize it to the world. This also meant that when he was stuck at the district, you didn’t get to see him but on such days, Jay was always mindful about checking in.

“What’s on your mind?” Jay asked.

“Just thinking I’m lucky to have you.” You responded, leaning in to try to give him a hug. Instead, Jay stroked your cheek and pressed his lips to yours. “Now, I really need to finish this.”

You laughed. “Go forth.”

---

Jay had taken a few well-deserved days of furlough, which he had mostly spent curled up with you. You didn’t have any complaints, it had been just what you both needed.

But Intelligence couldn’t catch a break. It was Jay’s first day back and now, he was already walking up to a crime scene.

Jay pushed the yellow crime scene tape upwards, letting Hailey walk through ahead of him before following behind her.

“What do we have?” Jay asked, approaching the spot where Adam and Kim were standing.

Kim turned. “Kate Whitewood, 22, stabbed multiple times.”

“She’s not in the system. No priors, nothing.” Adam added.

“No belongings on her?” Voight asked, looking around.

Adam shook his head. Jay frowned. “There’s barely any blood here.”

Kevin nodded, jogging forward to join them. “This is probably just the dump site. She must have been killed elsewhere.”

Hailey stood from where she had bent to examine the body. “She has defensive wounds on her. Maybe we’ll get lucky and find skin under her fingernails.”

Jay bent forward slightly. “What are those? Marks around her neck? We need to get her to the ME to get the exact cause of death.”

“Kim, bag her hands and get forensics to run a deluxe.” Voight said, as Kim nodded.

“My CI works this street, let me see what I can find out.” Jay said, turning away.

---

“So Kate was last seen at this bar right in town.” Hailey said, walking in and sticking a screenshot onto the board, which showed a camera view of the street outside the bar.

Kate could be seen on the image, her head turned slightly as she waved to someone, a man standing by her side. Hailey tapped the image.

“We can’t find this guy. His face is always turned away from the camera, facial recognition is out.”

Voight nodded. “Jay, have you heard from your CI?”

Jay nodded, resting slightly against Hailey’s desk, his arms crossed in front of him. “My guy says there haven’t been any deals going down. I think we can rule out drugs or gangs. Streets have been quiet ever since that big bust we did last month.”

“It was 28 degrees out last night, ME couldn’t find the exact time of death. But there were signs she was raped, signs of asphyxiation and five penetration wounds from a knife.” Kevin said, opening the file he had gotten from the medical examiner earlier.

Voight turned to Kim. “Who was she?”

Kim sighed. “Kate was a hard worker, she had just started her job as a receptionist at a dentist’s office in South Loop. Dad’s MIA, Mum’s remarried and relocated to New York so she’s living on her own.”

“Have we found who she was with last night?”

Adam nodded. “I’ve gone through her phone. Looks like she was meeting her friend Grace at the club last night.”

“We need to talk to her. I want to know about the last day of Kate’s life. Timeline. Check all sex offenders in the area. Comb her social media. Let’s go.” Voight instructed.

---

Jay knocked on the main door, glancing sideways at Hailey. The door swung open.

“Grace Archer? I’m Detective Upton, this is Detective Halstead, can we come in?” Hailey asked.

She furrowed her brows. “What’s this about?”

“You’re friends with Kate Whitewood?” Hailey asked, without directly answering her question. She nodded and without missing a beat, Hailey continued, “We need to ask you a few questions about last night.”

Grace stepped back to let them in, her face falling as she led them to the sitting room.

“I heard from her parents. The whole thing’s horrible.” Grace whispered, wrapping her hands around herself.

“Can you tell us what you remember?” Jay asked.

Grace looked up. “Kate’s boyfriend had broken up with her a few months ago, so I took her out. She needed to get out again.”

“Were you approached by anyone?” Hailey asked.

“Several.” She answered.

“Anyone that stood out?”

Grace paused, trying to recall. “Kate didn’t even really want to go. She barely looked at the guys… except…”

Hailey sat up a little. “There must have been something about this guy that she left with, something unique. We have a photo of him on the surveillance tape. Flashy?”

Grace nodded, “Yeah, he had this like... attitude… like he was hitting on us but he was making a joke of it at the same time.” She paused. “The last thing she told me was that she had a great time… I shouldn’t have forced her to come out.”

“This isn’t your fault.” Hailey leaned over and patted Grace comfortingly on the arm. “Thanks for talking to us. Please call us if you think of anything else.”

As Jay walked out of Grace’s house with Hailey, he looked at his partner. “This guy’s confident, he’s smooth and it doesn’t look like he knew Kate or Grace.”

---

For the rest of the day, the team had almost combed through the whole of Kate’s whereabouts before she had disappeared and all they had was a big fat nothing.

Jay typed a quick text to you to let you know that he wasn’t going to be able to come over tonight.

You read the text, smiling a little. Jay was busy but it was cute that he always kept you informed. You stopped walking, typing back a reply to tell him it was okay and to do what he had to do, before you kept her phone back into your pocket.

You walked along the street, the same street you walked on every night, frowning a little. You turned around, scanning the street behind you.

You could swear that it was like someone was watching you, or following you. But the street was empty. This wasn’t the first time you had had this feeling - like the little hairs on the back of your neck were standing but you had nothing to back up this feeling you had.

Holding your bag tighter against you, you pushed yourself forward, quickening your footsteps, only letting up as you passed the safety of your apartment building’s front door.

As you passed the threshold of your apartment and closed the door behind you, you pulled out your phone, staring at it for a while. Part of you wanted to call Jay, to hear his voice and have him tell you that you were just tired, imagining things. But the rational part of your brain convinced yourself that everything was okay, reminding you that Jay was so busy and deep in a case, he really shouldn’t have to worry about you.

Ultimately, you put your phone on the counter, chuckling at yourself. Maybe you really were too tired.

---

By the next morning, another body had turned up, not two streets away from the first dump site.

Jay felt an uneasy feeling spread in the pit of his stomach as he stared at the photo of the new victim that was already up on the board. They had a serial killer in Chicago and this guy’s victim type had physical characteristics that were scarily similar to you.

“Jay.” Hailey broke Jay out of his thoughts. “Emma Green, 23, strangulation marks, six stab wounds.”

Jay turned to his partner and nodded. “Did they go to the same club?”

Hailey handed Jay a file. “No, but look at what we picked up on the surveillance camera.” Jay opened the file, studying the photo.

“This is our guy isn’t it?” He pointed at a male figure who was standing next to their second victim, his face still hidden from the camera, wearing a plain cap.

“Hey guys, I might have found a link.” Kim said, walking in. “I checked the employee records and there’s a bartender that works in both clubs and he was on shift on each day our victims went missing. He’s got a prior for aggravated assault and harassment.”

“We’ll take it.” Jay said, grabbing his jacket and heading out of the district.

Hailey fell into step next to him, glancing at him. “Jay, you okay?”

Jay nodded. “Let’s just get this son of a bitch.”

They travelled the rest of the way in silence. Hailey seemed to pick up that this case was affecting Jay differently but she didn’t press further, allowing Jay to lead the way into the closed club.

“Ben Carlton?”

The bartender looked up from where he was, his eyes falling onto the police badge that was hung around Jay’s neck.

In a sudden motion, he ducked out and ran.

“Hey, stop!” Jay yelled, as both he and Hailey launched themselves after him, Hailey shooting out the front door to try to head him off.

“5021 George, I have a suspect fleeing on foot.” Jay called into his radio, sprinting after the bartender.

The bartender barely made it onto the next street before Hailey flung herself at him around the corner, rolling onto the ground as Jay pulled out his gun. “Don’t move!” He yelled, as Hailey pulled the bartender to his feet.

“Let’s go.” Jay snarled.

---

“It wasn’t me!” Ben yelled as he sat in the interrogation room, facing Jay and Hailey.

Jay sighed internally, watching Ben’s reactions and the way he was answering the questions Hailey was shooting at him.

“Those were mistakes, I didn’t do this!” He yelled again.

Jay pushed himself upright, getting up from where he was leaning against the wall and pushing the photos of the victims onto the table. “This. Look at this. We can place these girls at the bars you worked at just before they died.”

“Look.” Ben said, looking up at Jay. “I saw them but they left before I even finished my shift.”

Jay glanced at Hailey. “Who did they leave with?” Hailey asked.

Ben looked from Hailey to Jay. “Look, I don’t know the guy, he’s not a regular. But he’s white, about their age. I noticed him because he headed for them the moment that he walked in. Like he knew they were there.”

Before Jay or Hailey moved, a knock came from the door.

“You guys gotta see this.” Adam said, sticking his head in.

“Sit tight.” Jay said to Ben, following Adam outside, where Kevin was waiting as well.

Kevin handed the file to Jay. “We got another one.” Jay flipped open the file, which told him what he already feared. Another victim, of a physical type that not only matched the first two victims but also you.

Jay looked up. “His cooling off period is getting shorter. We need to get this son of a bitch.”

---

The feeling was getting a little stronger that someone had been watching you.

You glanced over your shoulder but as usual the street was empty. Maybe you needed to stop staying late.

You turned back towards the front. There were sounds of footsteps but you swallowed the lump in your throat, quickening your pace as discreetly as you could.

It definitely felt like someone was following you now. You were almost running by the time you rounded the corner, colliding with someone.

You gave a yelp of surprise.

“Y/N!”

You had collided with Jay.

You let out a breath, spinning around to look over your shoulder.

“What’s going on? You okay?” Jay’s eyes snapped from you to the empty street behind you.

You turned back to look at Jay. Now that he was standing in front of you, it didn’t seem that scary anymore - maybe you had imagined the whole thing.

You shook your head, taking one last glance behind you. “What are you doing here? You finished the case?”

Jay smiled but the smile didn’t really reach his eyes. “Just wanted to check in on you. I have to go back soon.”

You reached for his hand without saying anything and that’s how the both of you walked back to your apartment, your hand clenched securely in his, almost like the both of you had a tight bubble around you.

You could tell Jay’s mind was far away, and it was even more unlike him to come see you in the middle of a case. You knew there was something troubling him but you weren’t one to press. Jay would tell you when he felt he could or he wanted to.

Instead, you just squeezed his hand.

Almost as if you were prying him from his thoughts, Jay looked at you and smiled. He pulled you closer to him, tucking you under his arm.

“You’re okay, right?” You asked, without looking up at him, just as he escorted you to your door.

Jay turned to look at you and nodded. “I will be, once this case is over.” He leaned forward to give you a kiss. “If anything happens, you call me, okay? No matter what.”

You raised an eyebrow but nodded at him, watching him disappear into the elevator before you retreated back into your apartment.

---

Intelligence had been tirelessly chasing down leads but they now had four bodies and Voight was getting pressure to solve this quickly as well. They needed a break in this case and fast.

“Okay, let’s regroup, what do we have so far?” Voight barked.

“All four victims were raped and found with multiple stab wounds. We know he picks up his victims from bars and appears non-threatening enough that his victims are willing to leave with him.” Jay said, getting up.

Hailey headed to the board, frowning. “We dumped their phones but we weren’t able to find any connection between the victims other than their physical type.” Hailey cast a look at Jay, which Voight didn’t miss. “I think he’s working his way up to something.”

“Hey guys?” Kim spoke up as she walked back in, flipping open the file sitting on her desk. “I went back over the first murder to see if we missed anything. Look at this.”

Kim pulled in her chair, zooming into the photo. “This badge here on his jacket, it’s barely visible so we missed it the first few times. I sent it to the lab to see if they could enhance the image and this is what I got.”

Kim clicked and up popped the crest of a high school. “Look, it’s not just a general badge. Look at the year.”

“Okay, that is the crest for Lincoln High. It’s a jacket given to those who graduated that year.” Kevin said, frowning at it.

“I’ll run the list of students who graduated in that year.” Jay barked, heading straight for his desk, his fingers flying across his keyboard.

Cross-checking was the worst job ever but the moment Jay’s eyes landed on your name on the list of graduates, he pulled it together, eliminating the women, men who had moved out of state or country, until finally he only had three names on the list.

“Okay, I have a Steven Miller, Charles Shoemaker and John Marlin.” Jay finally spoke up as everyone looked up. “But only Steven Miller has priors.”

“For harassment, sexual misconduct, and attempted assault. Sarge, this has to be our guy.” Jay looked up at Voight.

“Do we have an LKA?” Voight asked.

“Already on it.” Adam said.

“Go pick him up.” Adam nodded, motioning to Kevin as they headed out.

Something was bugging Jay. Steven Miller. That name was…

Fuck.

Jay pushed back his chair, entering Voight’s office without knocking and closing the door behind him.

“Sarge.”

Voight looked up, frowning a little at the look on Jay’s face. He put down his pen and leaned back in his chair, looking up at Jay.

“I’ve heard Miller’s name before. It was bugging me, but I remember now.”

Voight sat up straighter.

“I’m seeing his ex-girlfriend.” The words slipped past Jay’s lips. “Sarge, everything makes sense now. The physical type, the way he’s building up because his actual target…” Jay trailed off.

You had told Jay about Steven just once. You hadn’t gone into detail but you had told Jay about the short period that you had been together with Steven – his need for control over all aspects of your life, how he had always been a little rough, how he hadn’t taken any form of rejection well, and how you’d ended it the day he struck you.

“Take Hailey.”

Jay was already halfway to the door.

---

You had left early today.

It had been a while since you had done such an early shift but you’d been feeling more and more uneasy while walking home at night and the news coverage on the murders that were happening at the moment didn’t help.

You didn’t need Jay to tell you that you looked exactly like those girls who had been murdered. It was clear as day.

You fiddled with the key in the lock, opening the door.

You felt your heart drop into your stomach as you registered the person standing in front of you. In your house.

“Steven.” You muttered, your voice trembling, barely registering the butt of a gun heading towards your temple before it went dark.

---

Hailey hadn’t said anything but she knew something was off.

“Jay, what’s going on?” She asked. “How do you know this girl’s the target?”

Jay didn’t answer but pressed harder on the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were white. The ringing tone going off through his bluetooth speaker in the car making him feel even worse.

“Jay.” Hailey said again. “I’m your partner.”

Jay glanced at her now. “She’s my girlfriend.”

Hailey’s eyebrows shot up. “I didn’t even know you were seeing someone.”

Jay let a beat of silence passed. “Miller’s her ex. I should have seen the signs, the physical type, everything, I…”

“Jay. She’ll be fine. Come on.” Hailey reassured him, as he turned his truck onto the familiar street.

“She’s still not answering.” Jay said, through gritted teeth. He’d been trying to call you since he had left the station.

Without hesitation, Jay bounded up the stairs, Hailey right behind him. From down the corridor, Jay could already tell your door was slightly ajar.

“Hang back.” Jay whispered, pulling out his service weapon.

Jay quietly approached the door. “Y/N?” He opened the door with his foot, freezing as his eyes landed on you, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, your eyes frantic as Steven held a knife to your throat from where he stood behind you.

Jay gritted his teeth, using his foot to slam the door shut, knowing that Hailey would know what to do.

“Step away from her.” Jay growled, pointing his gun directly at Steven.

Steven smiled. “I was wondering when you’d arrive. Put that down.”

Jay grinded his teeth but didn’t move. You felt the cold blade of the knife press against your skin and inhaled sharply.

“Put. It. Down.” Steven repeated.

“Okay, okay.” Jay said, glancing at you before putting his hands above his head, disarming his gun and putting it down onto the floor.

Steven smiled again, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Jay growled.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” Steven answered.

“Jay, I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Jay looked straight at you. “It’s going to be okay. You focus on me, you hear me? I’m right here.”

“We broke up a long time ago, what the hell are you doing?” You asked. You were afraid, hell you were trembling, but this was crazy and you had to help Jay to find a way out of this.

“We wouldn’t be broken up if he hadn’t come between us.” Steven snarled, moving closer towards you, his lips almost touching your ear.

Jay growled. “Leave her alone.”

Steven looked back up at Jay again.

“What, you mean don’t do this?” Steven asked, crushing his lips against yours.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Jay yelled. “Is that what you did? How you forced yourself on all the other girls? What do you want, Steven? What are you trying to accomplish?”

“All I wanted was to be with Y/N! But you took her.” He spat.

“So you decided to go on a rampage?” Jay asked. You saw him twitch like he was looking for something so you started talking, as much as it made you want to gag.

“Steven, why didn’t you just talk to me?” You asked, trying to distract him.

“Talk? All you care about is him!” He yelled, lifting the knife and pointing it at Jay.

It happened in a split second.

The moment he lifted the knife, Jay yelled, “Now, Y/N!”

You threw yourself forward, covering your head with your hands as you heard the gunshots go off, just two. You weren’t sure who was shooting but you didn’t move until you heard Jay’s voice again.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s over.” Jay whispered.

You looked up, Jay’s face hovering above you.

“Jay…”

Jay nodded, “It’s okay, come here.”

Jay pulled his arms around you.

“He…” Jay shook his head, shielding your view of Steven’s now motionless body. “Don’t look back, come on.”

Jay tried to lead you out of the apartment, barely making it to the main door before his teammates appeared. “Jay!” Kevin called, as he spotted both of you.

Jay nodded. “Thanks.” Kevin nodded, his eyes lingering on the way Jay was holding you close to his side before making way for Jay to lead you back down to the ground floor where the ambulances were waiting.

Jay led you all the way to the waiting paramedics, not even leaving your side to get himself checked.

You weren’t hurt, not really. There was a little open cut from where Steven had pressed the blade a little too hard when he had been agitated but other than that you were fine. Well, that, and that disgusting feeling that came with remembering how Steven had pressed his lips against yours.

Voight approached you and Jay. Jay squeezed your hand. “I’ll be right back.” You smiled and nodded.

Jay and Voight talked in low voices until Voight turned to look at you. “And she’s okay?”

Jay nodded. “Yeah, she is. I just need to…”

“Do what you need to do. We’ll finish up here.” Voight said, nodding and clapping Jay on the back.

---

The paramedics had dressed the wound on the scene before Jay had brought you back to his apartment.

After getting you into a clean change of clothes and some warm food in you, you had ended up back in your favourite place in the world – on Jay’s couch, in Jay’s apartment, encircled in Jay’s arms.

You lay your head on Jay’s chest.

“So this was all because of me?” You asked in a low voice.

Jay sat up, looking at you. “What?”

“He killed all those women… because of me. I got them killed.” You whispered.

“No, no, baby.” Jay propped himself up, but didn’t let you go. “This is not your fault. Steven he… he did this, not you.”

You looked up at him. “He even… in front of you… he…” You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, you felt disgusting. He’d kissed you, he’d done it in front of Jay and he’d ruined everything.

You hadn’t said that much but Jay just tilted your chin upwards and kissed you. “Jay…”

“I’ll take it all away.” Jay whispered. “I’m sorry, I should have been there sooner.”

You shook your head, swiping away the tears that had slid down your cheeks.

Jay cupped your cheek again, pulling you into his chest. You balled your hand around his shirt, gripping at Jay.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” Jay whispered.

“I’ll never let anyone touch you ever again.” He half snarled, still caressing you gently.

You leaned into his embrace, closing your eyes as the sound of Jay’s heartbeat gently lulled you back into the feeling of safety and security.

[drakenology]

𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓  ♡  𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : smut!, daddy kink, violence & mentions of blood, established relationship, dumbification, face slapping (politely), dirty talk, degradation, a pinch of knife play (he just cuts your panties open), exhibitionism, breeding kink, cum, fingering, swearing and size kink if you get a magnifying glass. 

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hey sexy bitches. This one’s for my Vice City event. I scrapped so many ideas to get here which is why I extended the due date for it.. Anyways! Enjoy, sluts. Daichi supremacy. 

He sat at the bar; tall, dark and handsome. He had this roughness to him, his hands riddled with scars and his face rocking one just above his eyebrow. He was one of your most handsome regulars. He always came in around 12 am on Friday, all blooded up and battered from god knows what. Tonight was no different. You sigh, taking in his strong arm that was now covered in bandage wrapping. You strut over to him, pulling your top up a bit to push up your breasts. 

“What can I get ya, handsome?” You ask charmingly. He looks up from his empty glass, his deep brown eyes soaking in your form. 

“Whiskey, neat.” He replied, smoky tone of voice vibrating against your ears as you bit your lip. 

“Comin’ right up” as you turn and walk away, adjusting your shorts after bending down to get his drink ready. His eyes trailed to your hips where your g-string sat snugly on those hips he often watched sway as you walked by to serve your patrons. Were you always this sexy? He never stopped looking at you as you poured him a drink, leaning over the bar to ask him something. 

“I swear every time you come in here you show up with a new injury. This is a bar, not a hospital. What the hell were you doin’?” You question, reaching a soft hand up to his brow as if to try and heal it with your touch. He didn’t even flinch either, almost leaning into your hand like a touch-starved puppy. You grab some napkins and wipe some blood from his leaking nose, tsk-ing at him as he sighed. He knew you’d give him shit.

“Got into this nasty scrap with some gang. One of ‘em tried robbing me.. I showed him why he shouldn’t have. His boys came after me and they caught me off guard. One of ‘em had a knife.” He admits. You flinch, looking at him in awe. What’s this guy into? 

“Be careful, Lui Kang.” You tease, sliding a glass of ice over to him from one end of the bar while you took some orders. 

Not even a few moments later, someone came up to you at the bar. This sleazy looking man with his hair gelled back so thickly it didn’t move as he craned his head to look you up and down. 

“Hey, sweetface. Get me a drink, will ya?” His voice like a natural irritant. You turn to him and take his order, your protective regular watching him closely as he sipped his drink. He hardly knew you; just some girl who worked at the sleazy bar he always finds himself licking his wounds in after a scrap. Still, you were always so nice to him; greeting him with a pretty smile, a cold drink and a conversation. He was just so used to violence, fighting for everything he has. He was grateful to have just one ray of sunshine. Vice City, nor his life had ever granted him that luxury. 

As you serve the man his drink, he takes a sip and makes this repugnant face. 

“Women. Not even good for making a man a fuckin’ decent drink.” He snaps, tossing the drink towards your direction; the glass almost hitting you. You scream as the glass shatters against the wall, your regular standing from his stool to give him a piece of his mind. 

“Fuck’s your problem, tough guy?” He spits at him, grunting when a fist suddenly meets the bridge of his nose. The thud causes you to jump, staring at the scene with wide eyes as your heart slammed against your chest. Of course you were no stranger to bar fights, but this? How could one man make violence look so tempting. You gasp as you watch him pick that grease ball up by his shirt and practically toss him out the doors of the pub. 

“Fuck off home, before I decide to kill you.” 

 He takes his seat back at the bar to find you cleaning up the mess, noticing your startled and clumsy movements from shock. 

“You okay?” He asked, concerned. You nod. As tough as you try to front to be, you were scared shitless. Though this wouldn’t be the first nor last asshole to grace your bar. 

“I can handle myself, ya know?”, putting up a front that you didn’t need his help. You were grateful. But he doesn’t have to know that.

“Sure.” He shrugged. “Remind me not to interfere, miss independent.” You stare into his deep chocolate brown eyes and lean closer to him. 

“What, am I supposed to thank you now?” You tease, taking a cherry and sticking it in your mouth. 

“It’d be nice.” He smirks, raising an eyebrow at you. You giggle, leaning over to give him an innocent kiss on the cheek as a token of gratitude. 

“Thanks.” 

After that fateful day, you and Daichi were attached at the hip. He brought you everywhere with him as if his scene was safe and tidy. Most nights consisted of dressing his wounds after watching him roughhouse at his fight club. You never minded caring for him since you know he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat. 

The life he lived, the way he made his money just to get by was terrifying and... exciting. You always came with him for his matches whenever someone had bet big money on him or if some assholes wanna settle a score. You always stood in the loud crowd as they watched, beer bottles and cigarettes littering the concrete ground. Daichi told you to always wear his name chain so that the guys knew who you belonged to, those dudes can get real handsy and Daichi would hate to have to hurt a friend. God, you were such a distraction. Daichi stared at you almost too long; dodging a swing of a knife as he took his opponent down with his bare hands. The crowd smashed more glass against any nearby surface to celebrate, the other half of the crowd booing and hissing. 

After he was declared the winner, he got his cut of the bet in cold hard cash; about a nice $200,000. Boy was he frisky after that. His big hands stayed planted right on your ass as he walked you both out and onto the streets to walk home. Your walks were always so peaceful after the boisterous and rowdy night. But tonight, Daichi wanted to claim the second part of his prize. He swiftly scooped you up in his arms, sitting you atop a car parked on the side of the steady street. He pulled his knife out from his back pocket, spreading your legs with his palm. 

“Better not make a fucking sound, baby. ‘Else everyone’s gonna hear how much of a whore you are for your daddy.” He grunts, taking the blade to cut your panties apart by the crotch from under your skirt. Your pussy was now on full display for him and quite possibly the ongoing traffic driving by. You shudder as the cold breeze hits your bare skin, looking at him with doe eyes - only making him want you more. 

“What? Don’t act like you don’t want it like this, babe.” his voice thick with lust as his thick finger reach up to pinch your nipples through your thin top. “God, look at these.” as his hands grope and squeeze the softness of your breasts. You’re moaning into the air as his lips kiss your neck feverishly, taking your top and lifting it up over your breasts. 

“You want my dick don’t you, baby?” He whispers into your ear, your thighs starting to tremble just at the low, brassy tone of his voice. You nod, your cunt fluttering as it starts to drip with slick. Your obedience has him feeling firm, the brunt side of his hard cock starting to grind against you through his jeans. You gasp, Daichi’s hands still pinching and teasing your nipples as his hips grind to make you feel good. You start moving your own hips to follow his movements, Daichi groaning as he watched you try and get yourself off. 

“Look at you humpin’ me like a little bitch in heat.” He spat, a whimper leaving your mouth as you start getting desperate. His hands stop your hips in place, his eyes seemingly dilated with a dark appearance. 

“Take it out since you want it so bad.. yeah, put it in for me. Work for it, slut.” He demands, tapping your cheek to keep your eyes focused on his. He slaps the other side of your face as he snapped his hips, this chubby cock seemingly splitting you open as you cry out. He starts off brutally, as if he weren’t railing you out in public in the middle of the night on some stranger’s car. You weren’t making the scene any more discreet with all your pathetic groans, your hands pulling at his shirt to hold onto something. Your mind became cloudy, panting and sobbing like a real whore. Daichi’s just enjoying the sight of you ruined underneath him, slapping you in the face once more to snap you back from your daydream causing you to gasp. The sting faded as his hand went to stroke the blow with his thumb, the rest of his hand lifting your chin.

“Look at me. Don’t cum until I say so, got it? I feel your greedy cunt sucking me up already.” He says, thumb pressing up against your clit just to make it harder for you to contain yourself. You feel your walls squeeze him, whimpering with every vein of this cock sliding in and out of your walls so addictively. Your hands claw at his back, drooling into his shoulder as you start trying to grind your hips to change the pace. He grunts and holds you still as he slides his thick cock in and out of you slower to tease you, smirking when you start to cry. 

“Pl-Please go faster, Da-Daddy, please, I can’t-” You whine, interrupted by a harsh slap to your outer thigh causing you to yelp.

“You can and you will. Daddy’s almost there, c’mon. You don’t want me to punish you out here, do you?” He coos, opening your mouth by squishing your cheeks together, spitting on your tongue and tapping your chin. You shake your head and try your best to take him for a little while longer, your slick oozing all over the hood of the car you were pinned to. As your eyes roll back, you feel Daichi’s cock start to throb intensely, a sign he was close. Relief was soon to come. 

“G’head and cum for daddy, baby. Want you throbbing for me, c’mon, you wanted to cum so bad.” Daichi urged, swiftly flicking your clit to help you. You cum in a flash, white lights shining behind your eyes as you scream his name. Seconds later he fills you, pumping his hot seed into your pussy before pulling out to watch it spill out onto the cold metal of the car. 

“Sloppy little whore.” He spits, taking his fingers to scoop it up and shove it inside you, pumping his fingers to secure it inside. You pant, your thighs trembling as Daichi hoists you up on his back to carry you the rest of the way home. 

Your eyes close, humming as you lean into his shoulder. A silent “I love you”. The walk was silent and safe, dozing off on Daichi’s shoulder as he trudged through the mean streets of the neighborhood you both lived in. 

[nurbanu22]

Chapter 1:

Masterlist.

<< Prologue | Chapter 2>>

Giana has locked herself in her bedroom ever since she found out about their engagement, exactly a week ago. So her family divided the tasks that she did not want to take charge of; his mother and sister folded and put away all his clothes, Sonny took it upon himself to put away all his paintings, drawings and brushes, while Michael went against his father and put together all the information about the Shelby family in a folder.

At this time, she was lying on her bed, when for the ninth time in the morning there was a knock on her bedroom door. Michael's voice was heard on the other end "Giana…I know you don't want to talk to us, but I have a folder with information on the Shelby Family that you should read."

After a few seconds that for Michael were eternal, he heard on the other side of the door the soft voice of his sister "You can come in"

Michael stepped inside and closed the door behind him, just as Giana scrambled out from under the tumult of blankets and settled on the back of her bed.

"Well, I have everything here, do you want me to read it to you or do it yourself?" Michael asked as he unbuttoned his jacket and sat comfortably on the bed at Giana's feet.

She smoothed her brown hair and looked at her brother, for the first time in days "You do it, please"

"Well, you're marrying Thomas Shelby, you know that. Now, he's the leader of the Peaky Blinders, a gang of criminals residing in Birmingham, but they seem to be making a name for themselves in the surrounding area. They work with bookmaking, protection , liquor and some robbery. They have the police and some politicians on their payroll, dad liked that-" Giana interrupted him.

"Tell me about my new family" she said resting her head on her knees, she really didn't care about her future husband's business, she already had enough with her own family's business.

Michael flipped through about 5 pages, until he finally stopped at one and started talking "Well, the most important ones. In total there are 5 siblings, this is the order; Arthur, Thomas, John, Ada and Finn, all of the same parents. Their mother died when they were young and their father abandoned them, so they were raised by their aunt, Polly Gray, Thomas trusts her a lot with business, so you should fall on her good side. Arthur spends his time drinking and fighting, John apparently loves sex because he has a lot of children and Ada is part of the communist party, so she will not agree with your lifestyle, she will be difficult. The youngest is a boy so it will not be a problem Also, they have a gypsy family on their side, the Lees, apparently their leader's daughter, Esme, married John."

Giana straightened up and took a deep breath, then spoke, "Okay, now tell me about the women in her life."

Michael laughed and lit a cigarette, he knew that his sister didn't really care what others thought of her, but having been raised as a "lady", in a family that had to maintain a good profile, she couldn't let foreign women of her future marriage will ruin her reputation. He spoke after taking a couple of puffs on his cigarette "Elizabeth Stark, also called Lizzie is your fiancé's prostitute, whom you will see very often, since she is his secretary. Apparently she is like family and Polly Gray trusts in her" Giana sighed in frustration and went to bed dramatically, she didn't know Polly Grey, but it already sounded like a big problem, a big problem that she didn't feel like facing. Michael continued, "She was John's fiancée as far as I know. Your biggest problem will be Grace Burgess."

Giana frowned "And why is that?"

"Apparently he's in love with her, even knowing she worked with the police. Her whole damn family are fucking uniformed men." Giana moaned again in frustration, she hated the cops. Perhaps it was because her family's business involved taking tremendous care of them, keeping them on her payroll for their own benefit. Or maybe because they're bloody rats who can't be trusted, she remembers the cops turning a blind eye when some thugs tried to kill her father in the hospital, despite the favors and dollars they had been paid for years. .

"How do I accept this marriage if he loves another woman?" Giana asked, curious.

Michael smiled "Because she lives in the United States, married to a banker apparently" she said as she raised her eyebrows.

Giana was significantly surprised, one part of her feeling sorry for her tragic love story, but the other part of her, the selfish part of her, bursting with joy. Perhaps, one day her husband will get tired of her and ask for a divorce, to be with his beloved, giving her the opportunity to finally live the life she had always wanted, of course, she would not share those thoughts with anyone.

Giana made herself more comfortable in bed and her brother was surprised that, despite having messy hair (although she tried to fix it) and dry tears, she still had that serious and respectful posture that she had learned over time " Now, the most important part. What is the reason for our union? I don't want you to skip any details"

"Simple, he needs help to expand, apparently Darby Sabini has been making it difficult for him and everyone knows that he is afraid of our father"

"Darby fucking Sabini?" Of course she knew Darby Sabini, he was the most disgusting and stupid man she had ever met, he acted without thinking, without measuring the consequences, that was bad for business.

"I know, a fucking idiot" Michael said laughing.

Giana had a question running through her head ever since she found out about their engagement, and with all the weight in the world, she decided to ask it "Michael you… do you think he's good? Mr. Shelby I mean, I don't want to have to stick a knife in him in the neck and escape on my wedding day you know" Giana feared that it was just like her brother-in-law, Connie's husband. But she knew for a fact that she would not be as weak as her sister and would stain her hands with blood if she had to, but she would not let a man lay hands on her, less if that was the man she wanted. I had to protect her.

Michael looked at her for a few long seconds, not believing the words that came out of her sister's mouth. With her right hand, she took her cigarette and stubbed it out in the ashtray on her bedside table, which was there only for the nights Michael visited her in her room, whether it was to tell her little sister about the idiocy of her parents. siblings or just talking for hours. He readjusted himself on the bed, and took her hands looking into her eyes "Giana, you can doubt anything in this world, I grant you. But never believe that our father or any of us, would let something happen to you. Dad made this decision believing it would be in the best interest of your safety. Our father and all of us investigated his family, he won't hurt you and if he does… you know what to do dear."

Giana, with tears in her eyes, threw herself into the arms of her brother, her older brother, her favorite brother, and began to cry on her shoulder. Her whole life had been based on her family, on her bond and her loyalty to her, but now she would be separated from that family and thrown into some terrible part of London. But, anyway, in all that fear and sadness that began to grow inside her a week ago, she finally found a safe space, that only her brother could give her. He would always have her family, he would always have her art with her, she must not leave him behind.

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

The former God of Magic resents The Mother for sticking him on Earth, and plans on causing as much havoc as he can to punish Her;

Version 2, Dark!Merlin

INTRO

(Version 1, Good!Merlin)

TW: A lot of emotional manipulation, a little violence, a lot of angst.

~

“You’re late.”

The woman’s well practiced blank mask falls into a scowl as she stares at Merlin with mistrust:

“Well, perhaps I was putting off coming to see you, no matter how necessary it is.”

The gang can see the bob of Merlin’s head as he lets out a low chuckle, and they have to stop themselves from recoiling; they’d never heard a noise like that from their young friend before, it sounded almost... cruel.

He lifts a hand to cover his heart as he says in faux offense:

“You wound me, sister. You didn’t want to see your favourite sibling?”

Everyone frowns in confusion, Merlin doesn’t have... siblings. That’s not even mentioning the fact that this woman barely seems human.

The woman doesn’t hide her slight disgust, taking a step back from Merlin and letting out a harsh breath:

“I came here to tell you that you need to hurry up. Time is running out.”

Merlin chuckles again, turning to the side and taking a few short paces, his hands held leisurely behind his back. The amusement on his face is disturbing, and Arthur gulps, not noticing the way Mordred is growing paler and paler by the second. Merlin doesn’t turn to look at the woman as he speaks, and his smirk stretches wider:

“But I’m having so much fun, Ava!”

The woman, Ava, huffs again, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest. If the gang weren’t so semi-sure that Merlin wasn’t dangerous, they’d think she looked scared:

“Mother sent you here to complete a task. Get it done, and you can come home. Isn’t that what you want? To come home?”

Merlin’s smirk falls, and the snarl that the gang briefly see on his face before he whips around to face Ava takes their breath away. They barely notice the thunder, snapping in the distance in time with Merlin’s anger:

“Mother’s the one keeping me here in the first place. She could accept me back any time.”

Ava takes another step back, and Merlin tilts his head ever so slightly at the movement, but waits for her to speak:

“As punishment for your cruelty. She isn’t happy, you’re making a mess of things.”

Merlin chuckles again, tilting his head even further, and his words have an immediate chilling effect on the group hiding in the bushes:

“Well, if she insists on sending the God of Chaos to fix a problem, perhaps she should expect a little mess. Plus, I’m having more fun here than I’ve had in centuries. These humans... so gullible.-”

Ava shakes her head mournfully, but before she can say anything, Merlin continues, now pacing calmly around the clearing, waving his hands and grinning in his excitement:

“-I mean, they’re just so... easy. To play with, to manipulate. You know they all trust me? They all come running to naïve, innocent, loving little Merlin, spilling all their secrets as they go. Did you know, the drunkard is the son of a noble? “Fuck nobility” my arse, he is nobility.-”

Gwaine clenches his jaw and looks to the floor, ignoring the stares of Arthur and Leon, but before anything can be muttered, Merlin continues, listing their greatest secrets off on his fingers:

“-The gentle giant is terrified that someone’s going to find out that his preferences lie with men, which is ridiculous considering the way he stares at the aforementioned drunkard when he thinks no one but little old me is watching. The blacksmith, even years on, is terrified that his whore sister will never forgive him for... something or other, I wasn’t really paying attention. Camelot’s first, The King’s most trusted, has a debilitating fear of heights, and oh if it isn’t just hilarious to watch when he has to patrol the city walls. And then, there’s the-”

Ava rolls her mournful eyes and interrupts him:

“Your point, Em?”

Merlin laughs, fully and from the belly, but the sound doesn’t bring the gang joy like it normally does:

“My point, is that I’ve got these idiots wrapped around my finger. Mortals: the universe’s most fun toy. I haven’t even gotten to half of them yet. There’s the noble one, who thinks he holds my trust, the Druid boy, whose only redeeming feature is that he’s destined to kill the King Prat one day; believe me, if it weren’t for that I’d have killed the annoying little twerp years ago. Then there’s the King Prat’s magical sister, who is full of such terror. I play with her dreams some nights, force visions of pyres and hatred and destruction to play over and over in her mind. It’s rather amusing, watching her thrash and sweat and whimper in her sleep.-”

Arthur’s head had whipped around to Morgana when Merlin had mentioned her, but the tears streaming down her face and the way her hand was clamped tightly over her mouth stripped his anger from him. Which left him with no distraction, no way to ignore the simple fact of what was happening right now. Merlin was... not what they thought. He was powerful, he was using them. He was playing with them like puppets and pulling their strings this way and that, watching as they could do nothing but follow. Arthur didn’t know what to think, and he definitely didn’t notice the tears on his own cheeks.

Mordred was pale to the point of looking like he was about to faint and Lancelot had a deep frown on his face, tears in his eyes but not quite falling, not yet. This was... a misunderstanding. He... he knows Merlin, this is a trick, or a trap, he’ll explain later and everything will be just fine. He just has to... to trust him. Everything will be fine.

Gwaine keeps his gaze on the floor. A small part of him was feeling a little prideful that Percival liked him back, but the rest of him... had no room for anything but grief. He had suspected that Merlin had magic, but this was something else, this was... a whole new person. Did he ever really know Merlin? Did any of them? 

Elyan and Gwen sat pressed together tightly, though Gwen had one hand on Morgana’s shaking back, and her other was reaching around Elyan, gripping Leon’s shoulder tightly. Leon was just staring blankly at the scene in front of him, though anyone that knew him well enough would be able to see the tight clench of his jaw and the anger (and grief) in his eyes.

Ava interrupted Merlin’s gleeful ranting, the tears in her eyes a little more prominent as she took on a slightly more desperate tone:

“Please, Em, just... stop. They’re important, they have destinies, you can not destroy them or push them too far; this is cruel, even for you. This... you never used to be like this.”

Merlin turns around, facing away from his sister and giving the hidden group full view of his rage-filled face. His voice is quiet and clipped and angry as he asks:

“Oh?”

Another roll of thunder echoes through the clearing, closer this time, and fat droplets of rain fall harshly from the sky, mixing with the tears on everyone’s face. Ava sighs, tears overflowing as she gulps before answering, her voice shaking slightly as she takes a step towards Merlin:

“You’re meant to be the God of Magic, not Chaos. You were so... beautiful, balanced. You saw wonder in everything, every little spark of magic and every single prayer put a smile on your face. You loved humanity even more than Mother did. Now look at you, you’re tormenting them, torturing them. This isn’t you, Em, please. Help them, and things can go back to the way they were, help them and you can come home.”

The anger on Merlin’s face had only grown as she spoke, and each individual hidden in the bushes had to make a concerted effort to stop themselves from bolting. None of them had felt terror like it, and the fact that it was Merlin they were all so scared of... well, it didn’t help.

Lightening streaks across the sky and wind howls violently through the forest, calming only when Merlin shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, straightening his back and smirking slightly before he replies, still not turning around to face his sister:

“You’re right. I loved humanity, I was desperate to see them succeed. And then they butchered me. I gave them this universe to frolic in, and in return they call me a monster, a beast, they call me evil, they make nightmares out of me. I still listen to every little prayer, and do you know what I hear? I hear my people, my wonderful little creations, my creatures of magic, begging for mercy, begging for the pain to stop. The humanity I so used to love turned on them, began to burn them, out of spite and fear and hatred. I will not show them any more grace than they have showed me, I will give them exactly what they deserve, and that blonde idiot is at the top of my list of people who have to fucking pay. I won’t destroy him entirely, because ultimately I want my creatures to stop suffering, but I will break him. I will rip him apart piece by piece for what he has done to me.-”

The absolute fury in Merlin’s words, the hatred, translates to thunder in the sky and agony in Arthur’s chest. The King can barely breathe, muffling the sobs tearing from his mouth with both hands, both terrified of being discovered, and desperate to... to let Merlin punish him for the pain he has caused.

Leon settles a shaking hand on his shoulder, but Arthur doesn’t look his way, his blurry gaze focused on Merlin, now finally turning back to his sister:

“-You know, I’m this close to getting that big blonde idiot to fall in love with me. How pathetic is that?? All it took was a few touches here, a few lingering stares there, saving his life occasionally. The man is so pathetically starved for attention I imagine he’d fall for anyone who showed him the barest amount of affection. That is how I will break him.-”

The only thing stopping Arthur from sobbing aloud is Leon collapsing behind him, pulling the young King back into his chest and wrapping a tight arm around his torso, one hand clamped over his mouth as he mutters desperate reassurances into his ear. Morgana pulls Gwen close in a similar way when the servant’s cries grow harsher, her brother burying his face in her shoulder.

Lancelot barely notices Gwaine gripping his arm hard enough to leave bruises for weeks, or Percival pushing his forehead into Lance’s shoulder blade. All he can do is sit and stare at the ground, his breathing slow but shaky, tears streaming silently down his face as he rethinks everything he’s ever known.

Mordred sits on his own, rocking back and forth rhythmically as he tightens the clutch he has around his knees. Tears drip from his young cheeks, poisoning the ground beneath him as he struggles to consider his faith. His faith in magic, in Emrys, who was meant to be balanced and beautiful and giving. Emrys, who he now knew was twisted and angry and desperate for revenge.

All of their hearts are splitting, cracking down the middle.

“-It won’t be physical pain, no, that’ll be down to the Druid boy. He doesn’t want to kill Arthur now, but he will, one day, when I give him one final push. He’ll fall so far into the darkness there’ll be nothing of him left to save, and when he plunges his sword into The Pendragon’s chest, I’ll sit back and watch with a smile on my face, and Arthur will realise that the man he loves, the man who claimed to love him in return, hated him all along. Tricked him. I will watch the life drain from his eyes, and he will spend his last few moments on this world in every kind of agony imaginable, lost in the knowledge that I wanted him to suffer, that he is being punished for his sins.”

Ava shakes her head, silver tears dripping from her emerald eyes as she stares at the floor:

“Are Sir Mordred and the Lady Morgana not your creatures? Do you not wish to save at least them?”

Merlin chuckles darkly:

“I had faith in them once, but they made their decisions. They sided with a Pendragon over me. Mother may be fond of her precious Once and Future King, but to be fair, she’s fond of anything with a pulse, and I, for one, can not wait until she’s not quite so fond of him anymore.”

Ava gulps, taking a desperate step towards her amused brother, but before she can say anything, before she can make one last plea for mercy on humanity’s behalf, Merlin tilts his head, smirking dangerously:

“Do you think they’re scared?”

She halts in her tracks, blinking in confusion, and Merlin’s smile grows into a chuckle as he gestures behind him:

“The King and all his little friends, hidden in the bushes. Do you think they’re scared?” 

The gang barely have time to look up in shock before their bodies are moving, out of their control. They stand rigidly and walk single-file out from their hiding place, coming to stand in a line at the side of the clearing. Merlin hasn’t even looked at them, but his hand floats in the air, a sickly looking yellow mist swirling around his fingers as he tilts his head at his sister, staring in horror at The King, the knights, the Lady, and the servant.

Merlin drops his hand and they all fall to their knees, not even bothering to be brave as they sob. The angry God finally turns, and the serene smile on his face is chilling as he walks towards them, coming to stand in front of Lance and Mordred first. The two of them are the calmest, though calm in the way that they don’t really look... present. They stare blankly ahead, breathing shallow and tears still falling as Merlin crouches in front of them, gripping a chin in each hand and shaking their heads roughly. His voice comes out a whisper, the frown on his face looking more disappointed than anything:

“So much faith, so much trust. It’s a little pitiful, if I’m being honest.”

They don’t react to his words and he smirks before letting them go and standing, moving on to Elyan and Gwen, gripping the knight’s shoulder and saying with mocking sympathy in his voice:

“You were right, by the way,-”

He glances at a fully sobbing Gwen with disgust:

“-she’ll never forgive you, but she’ll never tell you that. You’ll just spend the rest of your life wondering why your relationship was never the same.”

Next, he shuffles over to Gwaine, not even bothering to see the siblings’ reactions as he passes Leon and Percival with a look of disinterest on his face. He leans down in front of the knight, running a soft hand through his hair, waiting for the man to relax slightly before gripping his hair harshly and yanking back, so he has to look up at him. Merlin gives him a blindingly cruel smile:

“You're grateful that Percival is just as in love with you as you are with him, but don’t think yourself too lucky. You’re a hypocrite and a drunk, and my dear old Percy has too much self respect to put himself through that. I’d go for a good tumble in the hay and give up while you’re ahead.”

Once again, he moves back, his sister having to look away in her grief, her empathy drowning her. The God comes to stand in front of Morgana, who is desperately trying to look brave but failing miserably:

“And you. You’re meant to be The Darkness, but I couldn’t very well have you outdo me, could I? Try your hardest, I’ll still be the end of you, and I wait with baited breath for the day you fall, and the day soon after that, when I get to kill you.”

She break down in tears again at that, horrified with the idea that she might one day be on the same end of morality and cruelty as this monster in front of her.

Merlin smirks before rolling his eyes and finally coming to stand in front of Arthur. The King calms his breathing just enough to look up at a smirking Merlin, his voice cracking and barely-there as he mutters:

“Please... Merlin, please...”

The smirk drops from Merlin’s face as he brings his hand up, the sickly yellow mist back again. Arthur rises from the floor, hands clutching at his throat as the air is drawn from his lungs. Merlin steps closer to his with a snarl, his free hand gripping Arthur’s chin like a vice, though his voice eerily calm as he murmurs:

“You. You and Uther were so desperate for a scape-goat, for a villain, for a monster. And you picked magic, you picked me. So stop being so fucking pathetic, I’m just playing the part you gave me to perfection. You picked the premise, I’m writing the ending.”

Ava finally speaks up, her voice loud, despite the waver:

“Brother please, this is... this is beyond cruelty, please just stop.”

Arthur is dropped, and The King can barely find it in himself to choke for air as Merlin turns back to his sister, the amused smirk back on his face:

“Why? None of them are going to remember in the morning anyway. I’ve had my fun, this has been cathartic, but I can’t have them ruining my plans. So run along now sister, tell Mother that her precious task is being completed, I’m just taking the scenic route.” 

She shakes her head in defeat, staring at the floor. She lifts her head, opening her mouth to make one last attempt, but she closes it, realising that there’s nothing she could possibly say to persuade him to suddenly have mercy, mercy that no one had ever shown him. She gulps, letting out a deep breath before shaking her head again and turning around, walking back into the trees, the way she came.

The God looks back to his puppets, shivering in time with their knotted strings, smirking once more before he clicks his fingers and everything goes dark.

~

Arthur wakes the next morning feeling oddly refreshed and surprisingly unannoyed at his idiot manservant’s lateness. He rolls his eyes at the bright sunshine glaring through his curtains, the sun certainly a lot higher in the sky than it should be at the time The King wakes, but oh well. Merlin has been chipper lately, and the warmth that Arthur feels in his chest at the younger man’s happiness makes him more likely to forgive him his tardiness.

As if thinking of him had summoned him (wishful thinking on Arthur’s part), Merlin bursts through the doors, not bothering to knock as per usual, a breakfast-laden tray in his arms and a cheeky grin on his face. Arthur rolls his eyes again, chucking a pillow at Merlin half-heartedly as he grumbles, also half-heartedly:

“You’re late.”

Merlin chuckles, setting the tray down on the table before jogging endearingly over to Arthur’s bedside, grabbing his hand and pulling him to stand upright:

“Something tells me you don’t mind all that much, Your Pratness.”

Arthur huffs, but only to stop himself from smiling, and resolutely ignores the way Merlin’s hand is still in his. The servant squeezes his palm softly, and Arthur gulps, pulling away and walking towards his meal, hoping the food would squash the butterflies in his stomach.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes, smiling to himself softly at a whole range of things: the good night’s rest he’d had, the bright sunshine, Merlin’s good mood, the sensation of Merlin’s hand in his own, Merlin’s dazzling smile, Merlin, Merlin, Merlin...

Merlin stares at his back as he goes, noting with a dangerously satisfied smirk the red blush of his ears.

The scenic route indeed.

~

THE END!!

Oops I made myself sad. Sorry to say but I hope this makes you sad too.

This was SUPER fun to write and I’m so glad I decided to do two versions😅

Link to the Good!Merlin version (much MUCH fluffier, I promise) at the top!!