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weapon-xox · 1 month ago

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may i request a cherik drabble?

en sabah nur doesn't recruit erik to his cause, he recruits charles, who is still heartbroken after the beach divorce. Charles follows en sabah nur, erik and raven find out and they're devastated + worried + want to bring charles home.

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Charles was his messenger.

Arguably, he was the strongest of the horsemen, but Apocalypse was using him as the fucking delivery boy. To send a message out to the people, spoken from his lips, transferred through Charles. Threats, warnings, to the people that their lives were about to become the survival of the fittest.

Let the best man win.

Magneto had been panicked, searching everywhere for Charles with Raven by his side. Thankfully, Hank had caught wind of where Charles was located, and the pair headed there immediately.

"Why would he do this, Erik? It just... It doesn't make sense. This isn't like him. Think he's brainwashed?"

He's still upset, Erik thought, but he kept that to himself.

When they'd reached Charles, Erik felt so many things. Relief, pain, anger, betrayal. Ironic, really, that after all this time Charles would be the one to turn his back on the mutants, the humans.

On him.

"Charles!" Erik cried out, thankful to see Apocalypse was seemingly no where in sight. He wouldn't have long to convince Charles to come back to him, to remind him that this isn't who he was, that he was still the same man that not long ago wanted peace and prosperity between both human and mutant alike.

Charles must've heard his thoughts, because suddenly Erik couldn't move, frozen in place, forced to plead with Charles from a distance.

"Let him go!" Raven yelled, running towards him, but Charles picked her up and threw her hard against the ground, far away from the two.

Charles focus on Raven had made him slip from Eriks mind, and he used the moment of freedom to move closer, quick and quiet, and by the time Charles noticed he stopped him again.

From this close, just feet away, Magneto could see that Charles was crying. Those brilliant eyes, red and puffy, his cheeks colored a spotty red from how hard he'd rubbed at them previously to hide the evidence of any tears. Erik wanted to hold him, soothe him, and tell him it'd all be okay.

Can you hear me, Charles? Erik thought, then added,

nod if you can hear me.

Stubbornly Charles didn't nod, but his eyes flickered away, and that was enough for Erik to keep going. He wanted to look back at Raven, make sure she was okay, but he still couldn't move.

I know you're hurt. I hurt you, I took away something very important and for that, my old friend, i am sorry. From the bottom of my broken heart. I did a lot of bad things, and I can admit that.

Charles wouldn't look at him, but Erik could feel his mental hold on him slip. Good, this was good. He kept going.

But please, my love. This isn't the way to get your revenge. If you want to kill me, then do it, if it will keep the entire world safe from you either getting them killed or killing them yourself, then please. I'm begging you. I hurt you, not the world, me. Kill me, Charles, do you undertand? Fucking kill m-

"ENOUGH!" Charles screamed with a sob, letting go of Erik with his eyes squeezed tight, gripping and clawing at his head, as if that could get Erik out of his mind.

"Charles," Raven coughed, holding an arm to her chest while limping towards the two, her blue body looking roughed up. "We love you, we miss you. Please, let us take you home... Let us help you stop this guy, is this really worth it?" Her voice was broken and rasped, and she coughed again, taking a deep breath in but finding it hard to do so.

"Everything you worked for. Everything we all fought for. What, does that mean nothing to you now? You're angry so you're going to take it out on the people weaker than you?"

Charles groaned, shaking his head rapidly, sobbing. "Get out of my head. Get out of my head!"

Raven shook her head, taking a single step, and Charles had her pinned flat to the ground with a thought.

"She's not in your head, Charles." Erik growled, growing angry, and Charles didn't stop him from stepping in front of him. He didn't stop him either, when Erik pressed a hand over his heart, and leaned in close. Charles let go of Mystique.

"Raven needs you, Charles. Your X-Men need you. The world and, if it still matters, I need you. I know I fucked up, I do, and I can never fix this. But if you come home, with me, and Raven... I will try, so hard, to get you to forgive me. And if you don't, I will leave, Charles. Forever. You won't ever have to see me again, but please. Spare everyone else."

Something switched inside of Charles. Maybe it was Eriks pathetic begging.

No.

No, it was Eriks pleading, for Charles to do the right thing. To remember who he was, what he stood for. Erik was right, he knew this, that if anyone were to be punished it should be him. For all the wrong he's done in this world, for all the people he's killed.

Despite all of Charles' begging. Pleading, for him to stop. It actually made him laugh now, and Erik looked hurt.

"Funny, isn't it? Why, I feel like I've got deja vu..." It didn't take a genius to understand what he meant.

"This is different."

"Is it? You believe that?" Charles laughed louder, throwing his head back to add to the theatrics. "Because actually, I don't think it is. Not one bit."

"I can't kill everyone with a single thought," Erik reminded him, and Charles just smiled, still so pretty despite how ugly he was acting.

"No, but if given the chance you would."

"Not everyon-"

"Ah! Silly me," Charles snorted, tapping a palm against his head in mock disbelief. "That's right, just the humans. That makes you so much better than me, darling, you're absolutley right."

"Don't-" Erik tried, but Charles brushed him off, literally, a flick of his hand had Erik flying back away from him, landing on the ground with a hard thud. Mystique crawled over to him, put a hand over his, and let out a small whimper.

"I think we lost," she whispered, and Erik closed his eyes.

"I think you're right."

#i only watched apocalypse once so this could have been better but i hope this will do!#anyway they do convince him to come home spoiler alert and they all have a really truly epic battle i promise #it was really cool and touching you had to have been there 🤭#my cherik 💕#cherik #charles xavier #professor x #erik lehnsherr #magneto

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yawnderu · 1 year ago

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Mann Gegen Mann - Nikto x Reader

cw: descriptions of romantic(?) cannibalism, zombification, established relationships, double suicide after getting infected. Honestly just a dark and niche self-inducing fic, read at your own risk.

''Shh, shh...'' Nikto cooed, holding your bloodied body close to his as his gloved hand caressed your hair, trying his best to calm you down despite knowing your time was limited. Much to his dismay, you were bitten in the arm by a zombie before he could protect you. The zombie apocalypse hit the world unexpectedly, and not even the highly armed military bases could hold on for much longer against the horde of the living dead.

''It'll be okay, Солнышко. We're here.'' He whispered into your ear, yet you could barely register his words with the sound coming from within you, skin rippling from the inside as the virus fought its way into your brain, even when you tried to resist it. The urge to drink something was growing more and more, taking away your will along your humanity.

''I'm... so thirsty, baby.'' You managed to mutter out, looking up at him with teary eyes. The same beautiful eyes that once were Nikto's safe haven were slowly clouding up, breaking his heart as he knew eventually, they'd be a blank, milky white. Nikto sucked in a breath, biting the inside of his cheek beneath the mask as he nodded his head, hand gently still running up and down the length of your hair as he tried to think.

''Does it hurt?'' He knows it does. He knows the pain is agonizing, yet he was trying to gain time as he came to a decision. His brothers in arms are all infected or holed up God knows where, and despite being a highly trained soldier, armor and bullets can only get you so far against thousands of infected.

''Here.'' He gently sat you up, removing his vest before he lifted off his shirt, silently offering his body up for you to take. For you to always have a part of him, forever. Your hesitant gaze was met with one full of pure love, his baby-blue eyes glossy as he looked down at you, nodding his head to encourage you.

Your hand slowly trailed up and down his strong stomach, feeling up the muscle that you always adored. His breath hitched at the touch of your cold fingers, muscle rippling and flexing underneath a thin layer of fat. His eyes closed once your face got closer to his lower body, unable to hold in the thirst for much longer and wanting anything that could quench it despite knowing better.

Your cold lips kissed his abdomen, tongue licking up and down his defined abs before your teeth sank into him. Your bite was met with a pained growl, making you look up just to see Nikto keeping his eyes shut. You drank up the blood like a broken man finding shelter, finally finding something that eased up your thirst, yet your broken brain wanted more. Your jaw clamps shut on the skin you were biting, pushing your head back slightly to rip off the bundle of muscle and skin, chewing on it like it was your last meal- and in a way, you knew it was.

''Умница.'' He praised, eyes opening to look down at you lovingly, removing his gloves just to gently wipe the blood trail dripping down the corners of your lips, slowly pushing it back into your mouth. He sat down next to you, arm wrapped around your waist as he brought you closer, his masked face finding shelter into the nape of your neck.

Your own brain was struggling now that you had a taste of what you craved, your cognitive functions slowly but surely shutting down thanks to the infection. You don't register him lifting off the fabric part of his face cover until you can feel a set of teeth sinking into you, taking a bite of the supple skin and muscle on your shoulder, struggling to chew on and swallow the raw tissue.

Your hand goes to the bottom of his face cover, gently pulling it off and revealing his face. The face you saw only a year after dating, the same face he never thought anyone could ever love, the same face that was so scarred he barely looked human, just a husk of who he once was. His smudged eyeblack covers most of his face, yet he still looks like a work of art in your eyes. Your fingers trail up and down his cheek gently, feeling the bumps of the raised skin as you look up at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

''Promise you'll meet me there.'' Your strained voice asked and he nodded his head, allowing himself to be vulnerable, a privilege only you get to have.

''да, always.'' He nodded his head once, hand gently caressing the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing the outline of your jaw.

''Always.'' You repeated, looking down at the gun his other hand held on your stomach. It was a silent agreement, the corners of your lips tilting up into a small smile as your shaky hands grabbed the weapon, trigger finger itching once you held it against your temple.

''I love you.'' Your eyes were locked with his as he cradled you on his lap, lining you up perfectly so your head was right in front of his. His arms wrapped around your waist, a gentle kiss from his scarred lips placed on the back of your head as he held you as close as possible.

''We love you too.'' His deep voice replied, taking a combined deep breath when his hand held your wrist, helping your infected body hold the gun. You closed your eyes, blurry memories of your time together flashing within seconds, making you smile as the trigger was pulled. Limp bodies lying with each other, mouths bloodied as you both united until the very bitter end.

Солнышко= Sunshine.

Умница= Good/Smart girl.

#mwii nikto #nikto x reader #cod nikto #nikto #cod mw #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #fem reader #zombie #zombification #horror #angst

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hundredandsix · 1 year ago

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inner child headcanons ✩ [ellie williams] ✩

✩ wc: 1.2k

✩ Just thinking about Ellie's inner child and helping her heal it. She's so cute. I want to give her a hug and make her cookies.

✩ cw: none. only fluffy cuteness overload.

✩ As with any happy relationship, you are going to see all parts of Ellie. You will see the newborn whose mother did anything she could to save her, the happy-go-lucky girl that had a useless feud with Bill, the angry teenager who felt betrayed by Joel's actions, and the young woman who got a tattoo to cover her scar. But you will also see the child whose first love was ripped away traumatically and who was manipulated by an evil man who promised to help her.

✩ She obviously had a very fucked up childhood, but she might not register it as that because most people her age went through similar experiences (besides the whole having immunity and almost being killed for it kinda thing). The person that helped her discover her sexuality was taken from her in a very violent way, and she likely had to be the one to kill her. We're not even going to talk about David because he doesn't deserve a second of my thoughts.

✩ So it's kind of obvious to you but she likely wouldn't see it that way. Joel played a part in her healing initially. I don't see him as a parental figure for her, but having an adult that she trusted in her life helped her make some progress. That is until she found out the secret he kept from her. Then she spent so much time running away from it and away from him because she felt it was her fault.

✩ And that's why it's really confusing for her when she gets so attached to you. She never thought of herself as the clingy type, but after you get together, she wants to be with you all the time. This is not to say it's her self-esteem that's lacking, but she feels so safe and validated when she's around you. Like she's useful and needed.

✩ In short, it creates a lot of confusion for her. She doesn't understand why she always falls asleep when you two are alone. She's a chronic insomniac, but even when she feels well-rested, she gets so sleepy from the heat of your body and the curve of your smile. She feels so safe and knows that with you is where she's meant to be. Her nervous system finally relaxes and she gives in to the simple pleasure of your body against hers.

✩ Physical contact is important to her, but it can't be something she feels used for. Touching you in a way that is tender and not at all sexual is healing for her. She can be gentle. She can be soft and loving. You just need to help her prove that to herself.

✩ She's used to the attention being on her for the big things. Like when she found out she was immune and when she finds something useful on patrol. But the way you notice the little things about her sends her heart racing and warmth flooding through her body. You notice when she parts her hair on the other side and when she pulled the string out of her hoodie because she chewed off the ends. You notice when she doesn't eat because she's "not hungry" and when she changes her soap. Those little things drive her crazy because it feels so strange to be noticed on a deeper level like that.

✩ She finds a lot of comfort in what some would consider "childish" activities and hobbies. She collects cards and action figures because these were never things she could keep as a kid. They'd get stolen or broken. So now that she has her own space, she likes having these little items to make it truly hers.

✩ I'm just imagining finding her a little stuffed dinosaur that has mostly survived the elements of the apocalypse. She will pretend she finds it silly, but the fact that you remembered her fascination with dinosaurs and thought of her when you saw something so cute and soft made her feel what can only be described as childlike joy. She names it after you and cuddles it when you're not around. Otherwise, he sits politely on her lopsided couch in her little shack.

✩ Having her own space is very important to her, and she wants to create a shared solitude between the two of you. That being said, sometimes she just wants to be alone and she needs you to respect that. She didn't have this as a kid, so it means a lot to her that she can decorate her space as she chooses and do whatever she wants in it.

✩ She doesn't understand that she's seeking someone that comforts her inner child like this, and she may never realize it. She's just so angry about the childhood she never got to experience and the parents she doesn't know how to miss. So finding someone that knows how to hug the hurt, exhausted little girl who doesn't want to be alone would be monumental to her.

✩ She's great with kids. It almost feels like they seek her out because they just have that innate understanding between them. Ellie knows what it's like to feel unwanted and hopeless and she never wants any other child to feel like that.

✩ She finds spending meal times with you so comforting. Sometimes, she feels like she can actually get something down. You help take her mind off of the texture of the food and how it feels. It's just so intimate because she's used to eating on the go, but being vulnerable in front of each other and talking about your days makes her so happy.

✩ She gets so lost in her thoughts that she needs you to physically pull her out of them sometimes. Whether it's grabbing her hand or running your fingers through her hair, she needs that distraction. Ellie needs someone to remind her that going over a thought, again and again, is not going to change the outcome.

✩ She won't show it, but words mean a lot to her. She is the type of girl that will think about arguments for hours afterward and roll the conversation over her mind, thinking of what she should have said. She can take things very literally, so she might misunderstand what you are saying as something hurtful. That seems to be the default to her, so that's what she expects from others.

✩ When she feels safe with you, she will rant to you. She's so quiet at first, but once you've established that sense of trust, she wants to tell you about all her interests, and what she found on patrol, and the joke Jesse told her yesterday. She has no problem reciprocating this. She wants to listen to you rant and rave as well. But if she even gets the slightest idea that you are growing annoyed or irritated at her words, it'll be hard to get her to open back up again.

✩ She looks most at peace when she's sleeping. Her face relaxes and the years of running and scavenging seem to disappear. It makes you want to cuddle her deeper into your arms and never let her go <3

#ellie tlou #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams #lesbian #tlou #ellie x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie x y/n #headcanons #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams fluff #hundredandsix

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alslamalskenaalraha · 5 months ago

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Characters/OCs asks

1. How would they define love if asked

2. When someone says "this is [character name] coded," what comes to your mind

3. if somebody told the character that they admire them what would they feel and how would they react to it

4. How much weight do they give to others' opinions of them

5. When bad things happen, do they usually think it happened to them or because of them

6. How well do they cope with the reality of their mortality

7. How easily and frequently do they ask for help

8. What is their perspective on religion and the concept of God

9. When in pain do they take it out on others or do they keep it inside

10. Their most defining moment vs your favorite one of them

11. One word they'd use to describe themselves, one you'd use to describe them and lastly a word that their closest/loved one would use to describe them

12. How committed are they to their principles, and what might get them to abandon them

13. Is there a moral line they would never cross

14. What could be considered as their worst moment

15. Do they have a stomach for violence and harm and if so do they only do it out of necessity or at any whim

16. Do they idolize anyone, if so why is that

17. How open are they to change their viewpoints on matters

18. Are they vengeful or do they easily forgive and forget or do they not forgive but don't go as far as acting on that

19. What's their strongest emotion, the one which mostly rules them and compells them to action

20. Are they more inclined to take or give

21. How much do they prioritize their own survival, and what lengths would they go to for self-preservation

22. What is their relationship with their body like

23. How connected do they feel to their community and society

24. Do they self harm and if so in which way

25. What's the worst physical or mental pain they've ever endured

26. How do their family and their relationship with them influence their perspective and the way they navigate life

27. Are they content with their sexuality and gender expression? would a difference in their sexuality and gender affect their role in the story and if so how

28. How much importance do they place on their appearance, and on others' appearance

29. What criteria do they use to assess others' character

30. Do they take themselves too seriously

31. How easily do they forgive themselves after making a mistake and how easily do they forgive others

32. Are they more concerned with the bigger picture or are they hung up on the details

33. Do they prioritise other people's needs over their own or the other way around

34. What do they believe their hands were made for

35. Do they consider themselves lucky or privileged

36. What is their level of emotional intelligence and social adeptness

37. Presented with three different ponds offering eternal health, strength, or wealth, which one would they choose to drink from, they can only drink from one

38. In the event of an apocalypse with only one limited safe haven available, whom or what would they prioritize bringing along

39. If they could end one thing—be it a person, ideology or misfortune—what would they choose to eradicate

40. Would breaking their heart be a quick task or would it require significant effort

41. Are they comfortable expressing their emotions and thoughts

42. If given the chance to bring back someone from the dead, who would they choose and why

43. With whom or when do they feel most authentic and true to themselves

44. Do they believe they are more in control or being controlled (by others, their circumstances or their life in general) and are they correct in their assumption

45. What is their fatal flaw

46. To what extent does shame or guilt influence their psyche

47. If they were an object, Which material(s) would they be made of

48. What gets them out of the bed each morning and how obvious is that motivation to those around them

49. Do they believe there's a cause, person, or a goal worth sacrificing their life for

50. If faced with a magical mirror revealing their deepest fear and greatest desire instead of their reflection, what would they see and would they be surprised by it

51. What does responsibility mean to them and do they embrace it or take it on reluctantly

52. Does their race significantly shape their personality or is it more of a background aspect

53. How entitled do they feel to others' emotions, time or labor

54. Are they more likely to do a good deed if they know it will be noticed or do they not care about acknowledgment

55. Do they live in the past, the present or the future

56. How do they go about making decisions: do they consult a particular individual, rely on a trusted group, consider input from anyone willing to share or solely trust their own judgment

57. How likely are they to intervene if they witness something illegal or immoral, If they choose to get involved what method do they typically use, Does their eagerness to correct the situation and their approach vary depending on the perpetrator's status, closeness or strength

58. When it comes to hope do they view it as: impractical or necessary and why is that

59. Do they tend to overwork themselves

60. What type of smart are they

61. If they could make people do whatever they wanted without any consequences, would they use that power and if so how

62. Which of the following do they have the hardest time accepting: affection, money or help

#characters asks #character ask #oc asks #oc questions #character development #oc ask game #oc ask meme #ask game #characters ask game #fandom ask game #fandom asks #character prompt #asks #gay #queer #spilled ink

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allthehumanflaws · 3 months ago

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The Umbrella Academy S4

If you haven't completed season 4 please don't read any further

This is my complete rant- I just ughhh ohkay

So the ending huh I don't even know what to say. I don't know what that was. Was it just me or did someone else also presume that Viktor would be the one dying?? Why did all of them die? It seems so rushed. Just 5 minutes between Five realizing what's gonna happen and what they need to do and then just bam it's over i'm sorry what the fuck- I had so much hope and thrill and passion going into this season all doomed.

Don't even get me started on the Five and Lila thing. hey stevie when some of the people said they'd like to see a number five romantic subplot...... THIS IS NOT WHAT THE MEANT!?!? You're tryna tell me Five "survived 45 years in an apocalypse killed hundreds and thousands of people and the board of directors of a deadly commission just to get back to his family and keep them safe" Hargreeves the Five Hargreeves who had many a year and opportunity to find himself a woman after joining the commission but stayed loyal to a fucking mannequin fell in love with his brother's wife after 7 years of being stuck with her? SPECIALLY after he specially told Diego that Lila wouldn't throw all that away he fell in love with her and was heartbroken when she didn't throw that away????? What of the frenemy dynamic? What of the 'you killed my parents in cold blood' part of that equation? All gone cause of what? I see no point or use of that in the already fucked storyline? I don't even know what to say.

Luther had NO character this season. He's just a big soft bag of fluff I mean i don't hate that not at all but like... and his powers were just reduced to what... accidentally breaking an alarm clock and jumping of a stage into a crowd of women? yay i guess. And WHERE WAS SLOANE? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER?

Klaus oh my poor heart- a germaphobe. Really a germaphobe? Of all the things he could've been. When the grave scene happened where they were shooting outside and he covered his ears I got so excited like yes yes Vietnam Klaus... I mean yeah he's traumatized but I thought they'd work with that even just a little bit but no. None of that just terrified of ghosts druggie Klaus.

Allison Hargreeves - I have a vent about her already posted. And there it seems I hate her and maybe a little yeah but that means there was like a pacific load of area they could've worked with but no? none of that. She is just back to normal a little scared but that's all. "Since Ray walked out!" THAT"S ALL WE GET FROM RAYMOND CHESTNUT!? What why how when under what conditions??????????? Nothing?? Huff man. I know this is too much for one season and I know they couldn't have included everything in one season but they had such a great show. Such a brilliant show. Season 3 was a very apt ending. It was perfect to be very honest, this is just uncalled for. All the characters are so not who we as viewers were shown for 3 seasons which is why I feel it feels more like a disappointment. Yeah without their powers they'd be different, but they're just not them anymore.... Anyway I should probably sleep.

Tell me what you think of all this :)

#the umbrella academy #tua #season4 #s4 #what even was that #i borderline hated it #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #diego hargreeves #ben hargreeves #five hargreeves #a vent #a rant #i am so disappointed #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves

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biohazardousbunnywrites · 9 months ago

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Amy x gn!reader headcanons

Being in a relationship with Amy would include.

its mostly story bullet points tbh and not a lot of headcanons. theyre in there it just mostly reads like a bullet point plot plan for a story. i had a lot of ideas.

warnings: nsfw towards the end, angst in the middle and fluff at the beginning.

actual headcanons

calls you baby

tells you everything

youre the only person she can be vulnerable with

kisses you often

pep talks you whenever you're nervous

love language is words of affirmation

wears matching bracelets with you like she wears a matching necklace with her twin

if you wanted to train with her, she'd be so excited, just as long as you could keep up

she'd never force you or keep bringing it up if you said no once.

if you meet pre apocalypse

you met while she was on a run in the park, she stopped to compliment you

you 2 struck up a conversation that ended with exchanged numbers and a date.

you went to her races, she went to everything important to you

your friends said you 2 were sickeningly perfect together

living together in a smallish apartment. between your job and her winnings you 2 live pretty comfortably in long beach.

when the apocalypse happened, you had been out of town bc she asked you to get a hotel room early for the tryouts, she wanted to train more and didnt want to scramble.

angst

the last you heard from her she was going to an evac location then service was cut and you hadn't heard from her since.

you heard about camps being set up for evacuees so you went to the one that her flight was supposed to be going to.

it never came, you heard planes and buses compromised by the infection never made it out.

months went by with no word, slowly excepting the fact she might be gone if she even made it to a shot down plane.

then Emma Jaunt landed in a helicopter in Seattle, far away from Hell-A

reporters swarmed her and sam B with questions about the apocalypse, like how she survived.

she talked about a plane crash, the undead, all kinds of things, tgen she started talking about immune survivors. you couldn't believe it, immune.

you had to tear your eyes away to stop thinking about her until you heard your name. Emma had a message for you from Amy. SHE WAS ALIVE AND IMMUNE. you almost passed out.

"she loves you, and misses you, she will come for you once she handles things in LA"

you cried from everything, every emotion was to the surface.

you'd wait for her knowkmg Amy, once her mind was set, there was no stopping her.

during the same time Amy never stopped thinking about you, the thought of you helping her in some of tge worst moments in Hell-A, not the Paralympics, you. yeah thats what she told everyone so she wouldn't have to focus too much on you.

shes just glad youre safe out of this mess

she'll come to you once Tisha is safe.

angst over

if you met during the apocalypse

you met in the Halperin Hotel, the only survivor trapped in a hotel room after the evac point got overrun.

you had no where to go, you knew that major was alive but she was taunting something. you didnt want to find out what by trying to get to her room.

for the last few hours since the evac point was overrun you sat and listened to her incessant yelling and the loud thumping and roaring that followed.

everytime it passed your door you thought you were next. everytime you heard the growls outside the door you feared they'd break down the door.

luckily they couldn't smell you through the door having been covered in undead blood

then outside your door you heard running, and thuds of bodies dropping, and what sounded like metal on skulls

you got closer to the door and heard a voice " you got this Ames" from what you could tell there was only one person so....nevermind

you called out "hello?"

the person responded "oh hey, where are you?"

in here you banged on your door "is it safe to come out? are they gone?" you asked

"yeah i cleaned out the hall" you heard her voice right outside the door. you pried the door open and came face to face with to a very beautiful woman with to buns in her hair.

you blinked trying to find your words for a second "h-hi, thank you"

"its no problem im on my way to that majors room, any chance you know how to get to the third floor?" she asked "oh im Amy by the way"

"y/n, theres an elevator down the hall but its busted, id suggest the stairs but I think those collapsed"

"thanks, hey listen let me finish doing what i have to do then we can leave together to Emma Jaunts place, theres other survivors there" she said before telling you to go wait for her by the front desk as she's cleared out most of the hotel besides the 3rd floor (ignore the fact zombies respawn for this story)

you do, it doesnt take long for the major to die, hearing it was chilling.

shortly after you hear thudding coming from the elevator. you braced youself but relaxed upon seeing Amy

"one more thing then we can go" she said running to the ballroom

you got closer to the open door feeling nervous

shes immune and you cant help but stare more. then you heard stomping. then a roar. then you saw it.

you looked in horror as this roided out zombie went at Amy, but looked in awe as she fought back.

you had to do something.

other zombies started shuffling in and she was too focused on the bride.

you grabbed the scaffolding pole and started taking out the walkers and shamblers as they appeared.

finally they stopped and the crusher was down.

"thanks for the help, are you ok" amy asked. you nodded watching as she smiled before running to the radio to finish her conversation.

wow, immune to all this. you thought.

soon you were both on your way and you asked her about her immunity and she answered. soon you were both in Emmas house.

it didnt take long for you 2 to fall in love

you didnt want her to go out alone following her even tho she wanted you to stay behind but she couldnt deny you were helpful.

she confessed first after you 2 kill a slobber

most of the time you travel she finds somewhere safe and tells you to stay put

you do for the time being until it feels like hours and go look for her

she gets mad at first but then thankful as you were trying to help and were actually helpful.

she actually grew to love slaying with you

she tells you about lola after their first encounter which you had stayed behind in Emma's place for, she had a bad feeling about taking you with her

once its safe(ish) she gets you and brings you to blue crab then to the sterling where she then tells you to stay as she tries to solve what happened to noah telling you everything when she returns

you follow her all the way to Hollywood boulevard where she has you stay with them while she finishes this

she had to do it alone she insists

she wanted you to leave with Emma and Sam B

if you go she promises to find you, kissing you deeply before watching you leave

if you stay much to her dismay shes actually super ecstatic but it takes her longer to kiss you for the first time.

she promises to get you both out

she loves hanging out with you in one of the many safe houses you 2 made together and filled with survivors you 2 found around Hell-A

after Patton leaves you 2 end up taking his space

you listen to her more often about staying behind after you both watched Amanda turn and she fears you'll be next no matter how careful or capable you are.

she loves to chill watching movies with you when you both need to rest

shows you the zombie guts she finds

it hurts to stay beind but she always comes back.

when the time comes she gives herself her little pep talk and kisses you, after coming back from a particularly rough outing.

your first kiss with her is electric

"i should've done this sooner" she breathes out

nsfw

she doesnt care what position she takes she just wants to touch you

makes it competitive

"whoever makes the other cum more wins"

then she overstimulates you

has a lot of stamina so you better keep up

if you need a break thats fine

doesn't really have much kinks but loves praise

praising, being praised it doesn't matter she just loves it in that setting

loves it when you worship her abs. lick em, kiss em, mark em, ride em she loves it all

an: took me awhile to write but was suddenly struck with inspiration hence why its a lot and a mess and full of plot points instead of actual headcanons lol doing Dani next

#fanfiction #gn!reader #dead island 2 #dead island 2 fanfiction #dead island 2 headcanons #amy dead island 2 #dead island 2 amy #dead island 2 amy x reader #dead island 2 amy x gn!reader #amy x reader #amy x gn!reader

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archetypal-archivist · 6 months ago

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Azul-Yutu Thoughts 0.2

Because I have brain rot and I'm enjoying myself, haha. (A bit of house-keeping, two name changes: Fior -> Fiore and Morry -> Mori). World belongs to @yuri-is-online, give their stuff a read, it's very good.

School continues on for Yutu, his first year friends, Mori and Fiore, and his second year friends, Sav and Thrush. After the disaster with the professor of defense failing to protect his charges, Crewel's nixed most field trips off school campus, which has some of the second and third years (who were next in line for trips) going a little stir crazy. Naturally, Sav is among them and he's making that Yutu's problem.

Sav keeps wanting to hear about the time Yutu and the other firsties took down the blot monsters the foolish professor failed to defeat and Yutu is getting sick of it. He already knows where he messed up in his tactics, he doesn't need yet another break down of how it all went, the first three times were enough. Eventually, Yutu decides that if Sav wants to hear about battle, it might be good to hear from other people on campus as well.

He grabs Sav, Fiore, and Mori (who doesn't need much convincing) and parks them all outside for lunch near the old wishing well (where Epel used to sing). Thrush, sensing trouble, comes too and sits atop the well to listen in and watch for anyone coming by. Yutu explains that there's still a lot they have yet to learn about blot monsters; that whole 'replicating from a puddle' thing is just one such example. If they'd known that was a thing, perhaps the professor could have dealt with it properly.

As such, it'd only be prudent to hear about other experiences people have had with blot monsters. Their job, Yutu explains, is to divide and conquer, finding adult mages of a certain age who'd seen life before the apocalypse and have some combat experience. If they can, get their stories of combat, if they can't, it's just another data point. Namely, how many people have actually lived through a blot monster attack? What are the odds?

Everyone agrees to the plan and they split up, Thrush trailing after his brother, Sav running off to talk to his professors, Mori leaving for the infirmary, and Yutu... Not really sure where to go. See, Yutu kinda has another motive for this plan beyond gaining knowledge and getting Sav off his back- he wants to know more about what's out there and what his chances of survival are.

Having come to Twisted Wonderland against his will, Yutu knows his future is bleak and he doesn't really have a plan for what he wants to do after graduation. Life outside NRC is tough and with Crewel breathing down his neck, he's not sure he'd be allowed to leave the school grounds even if he wanted to. His only plan is a tentative wondering about the chance of killing his overblotted father for good so he can lay him to rest with his deceased parent, Yuu. And that means Yutu needs to find info on Azul... Which is easier said than done.

Jump cutting between the members of Yutu's group, first round is Thrush and Fiore finding a group of recent graduates who'd fought overblotted mages, the stressed 20-somethings sharing about how the Queendom of Hearts is nigh-unlivable and how their attempts to retrieve things from their old homes have all been failures. One of them mentions how they'd heard rumors about safe places, another mentions how there are stories of a dread queen in red with four loyal monsters who is laying waste to the Queendom.

Fiore is fascinated, having been born at NRC and never having traveled beyond the borders is what's allowed. Thrush is far more wary, asking if the stories about the dread queen are true. The oldest of the group admits that yes, they likely are, and that the dread queen is Riddle, an alumni of NRC who's magic could shut down the magic of others. The dread queen has a similar power, which is why encounters with that overblotted mage are so deadly. Thrush feels a shiver go down his spine at the thought.

Sav is talking with professor Trein, attempting to put some of Yutu's lessons on getting others to tell you things to use. Of course, he's butchering it slightly and Trein is the last person to try this on, so eventually Trein asks Sav to cut to the chase. Sheepish, Sav asks about what it's like to fight an overblotted mage and Trein sighs before detailing his experience covering the retreat from the Shaftlands.

See, the Shaftlands are haunted by the monster of one of his old students, Rook Hunt, who makes sure no one lives within the borders of what he considers to be his 'Queen's' territory. Who the queen is, no one knows, but only parts of the snowy North and the driest parts rugged deserts/plains are safe, too difficult for Rook to travel. Trein hesitates for a moment, recalling Vil, before moving on to talk about the actual fight and how deadly it was. The only reason he survived was because he stepped over the border and Rook stopped attacking.

Mori is in the infirmary, greeting the healers there by name, who ask him if he's there for his 'usual'. He turns them down, then goes to talk to the patients, asking them about what landed them in the infirmary. They confess having tempted the outskirts of Briar Valley, bringing aid and supplies to those still trapped behind the massive walls of thorns. You'd think a kingdom where the most dangerous mage was asleep instead of a blotted ghoul would be safe, but that's not even close to the case.

When attacked, mages default to using their magic to defeat other overblotted mages, which drives them into over-blotting too. Since Briar Valley has the highest concentration of mages, it's a very, very dangerous place. Camps of survivors exist on the outskirts where Draconia's sleep spell is weakest, but news from them is rare and often consists only of casualty reports. As for Castle Draconia? Forget it. Briar Valley's king is asleep and everyone hopes he stays that way. Mori listens to all this in silence.

Cut to Crewel and he's being brought up to speed by someone off camera, learning that Yutu and his friends are looking for information on overblotted mages and how others have fought them. He frowns, looking serious, before sweeping out of his/Crowley's office, speaking over his shoulder that he needs to go talk to someone. Camera pans around and we see Sam take Crewel's place in Crowley's old chair. Only now, Sam is a withered husk of what he once was: estimated age, over 80 years old. Cut to Yutu and we see him enter Octavinelle from the main entrance just as we see Crewel enter the mirror for the Octavinelle dorm.

Cut again to Thrush and Fiore and the duo are play-shoving each other in the halls as they head for dinner. Fiore comments that he wasn't aware that there were 'boss mode' overblot mages, Thrush pokes back that Fiore's been spending too much time with Mori if that's how he's thinking. At this point, a passing old man chimes and claims that yeah, Fiore has about the right of it- some blot monsters really are 'Boss level.' As in, they control other overblotted mages and monsters.

The old man explains that he's from the Sunset Savannah, which is relatively safe thanks to the actions of their second prince, Leona, who had sacrificed himself to save the land. See, the prince had smarts, had figured out that there's a source for all this nonsense: a group of super powerful beings called Phantoms, twisted ghouls of the Great Seven. And Leona? Leona died to kill one. Thrush points out that if this was true, then more people would know about it, but the old man points out that it's not the amount of people who know, it's who knows. And trust him, he says, the right people know.

Back to Sav, he comes up to Fiore and Thrush's table with a troubled look on his face. He sits down with his tray of food (something canned and reheated with a side of fresh vegetables) and explains what the professor of botany said to him: that there are no blot monsters in the Scalding Sands. Apparently there's some sort of 'master mage' who rules the territory and demands fealty of all who live there, attacking anyone who gets too close to the palace. Those who are disobedient will die, monster or not.

Thrush startles then admits that such a mage sounds a lot like a 'phantom', proceeding to describe what the old man from earlier had told him. This troubles Sav further and he wonders aloud why they were never taught about these phantoms and why no one ever put together a strike team to go deal with them. If this Leona could kill a phantom, why hasn't anyone else tried. Fiore is excited by the prospect, Thrush is wary, pointing out that there has to be a good reason and it likely has a lot to do with not getting anyone killed. Fiore wonders aloud if it wouldn't be worth it though, to save lives, Thrush dope-slaps his younger brother upside the head, and the table resolves into silence.

Mori hadn't made it to dinner and is instead buying some instant noodles from a vending machine in Ignihyde. He turns to look up at a camera peering down from the ceiling corner and he gives it a little wave and a smile. He then tells the camera that he's found his 'party' and they're doing reconnaissance on the overblot phantoms. Mori waits for a moment, as if hoping for a response, but he gets nothing. Then he shrugs, muttering to himself with a smile that he supposes 'he can't always be watching' before turning on his heel, heading for his room. Through the window, the moon is rising, casting dark shadows across Mori's retreating figure.

Yutu steps into Octavinelle and immediately feels at home- which conversely has a shiver running up his spine, putting him on edge. Feeling at home in a place he's only just now visiting? Yeah right. Wary, he steps forward, caught up in admiring the colorful reefs and underwater scenery as seen through the glass tunnel to the main lounge area. As he walks, however, Yutu notices that there's a lot of people here and many of them look deeply unhappy. Couples staring up at the water, hands plastered to the glass, ignoring each other entirely; children sat in a line watching the fish in utter silence; then faces, empty faces, scars and sharp teeth and rough patches of dry, picked-at skin... It hits Yutu that these people are all merfolk, civilians displaced by the apocalypse that made the seas unlivable.

Stumbling through this tableau of both natural beauty and grieving humanity, the camera arcs over Yutu's head to catch the glass ceiling before returning to focus on his gently sad expression- then it zooms in over his shoulder to a bar where Crewel sits, talking to the bar tender. Cut to Crewel, he's drinking something fruity while Jade, the bar tender, cuts up slices of apple for other people's drinks.

Crewel tells Jade that Yutu has been settling into Savanaclaw nicely, Jade hums, waiting for the real reason Crewel is here. The headmaster keeps making leading small talk about Yutu's investigation and his parentage before sighing, finally asking Jade if there's going to be any... Problems. Jade's knife slams hard through an apple, leaving a neat half behind as he murmurs that at last, the truth comes out. Jade stands to full height and tells Crewel that no, he won't have any problems with Yutu coming to talk to him. Indeed... (And here he looks over Crewel's head to Yutu, who's standing, shocked, behind the headmaster).

Azul was one of Jade's dearest friends. Yutu fights back a gasp, not wanting the vulnerability of shock, and Crewel spins in his seat at the sound. He goes to introduce Jade but Jade beats him to it, coming from around the bar to stand in front of Yutu, hand over his heart as he introduces himself, explaining his place as Azul's friend and longtime business partner. And- here Jade pauses, tilting his gaze up to look out the window to the sea beyond- he believes he and Yutu have a lot to talk about.

#twisted wonderland #yutu-verse #my writing #fanfiction #jade leech #azul ashengrotto

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tblsomedoodles · 2 years ago

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Raph is the eldest, the Protector. He was the shield to keep his siblings safe no matter what and a role model to show then right from wrong. They could come to him about anything and he would promise no judgement (well, maybe a little teasing) and his complete support and he had made sure his brothers had known this since they were very young. And he'd been doing a pretty banged up job of it too, bug brothering like a Boss!! At least, that was what he had thought up until this point. Then he discovered Leo and Donnie were a little more special than they'd first thought.

They were a Fated Pair, according to a decidedly smug Draxum. According to yokai legend, every few hundred or so years a pair of seers, usually twins although not necessarily. And he had suspected for quite some time that Leo was one of them, although it was only recently he figured out which. Leon was a doom prophet, someone cursed with prophetic dreams and vision of future disasters, while Donnie was ironically the soothsayer, blessed with visions of fortune.

All Raph had really understood out of that was that his brother's dreams weren't just dreams and his brothers had been keeping soem serious secrets from him. He'd always known Leo had trouble sleeping and Donnie had the uncanny ability to guess good news even before it's told, but he'd never really thought too much about it. Donnie has freely admitted to recording and even spying on his family before so it wouldn't be hard to imagine he'd just overheard it while Leo is... Leo. He's never been much a of a restful sleeper. He'd never thought anything of it until recently.

Then CJ came along.

Raph adored the human boy, they all did, but that's nothing on how downright protective if the time traveler Leo and Donnie were. How they seemed to just know things about CJ that they shouldn't know at all, like his fear of snakes (something shout a crazed snake yokai trying to eat him when he was younger). And of course theirs the stories CJ would tell, about how Leo and Donnie's future selves. Whenever the boy would bring up anything about Leo and Donnies' future selves' uncanny ability to plan ahead for almost any eventuality, even when there was absolutely no foreseeable way for then to tell soemthing was going to happen, the turtles in question would be quick to change the subject, insisting that it must be exaggeration on the part of the apparently prevalent rumor mill of yhe apocalypse.

That was the start of it, and not long after the kid came along and they'd fought their greatest battle yet, the truth was revealed. Raph was concerned, of course, who wouldn't be learning such a terrifying thing about their younger brothers!? Donnie would insist the visions aren't anything to worry about, more a nuisance than anything.

"Whats the point of a surprise party or dazzling someone if you already going to know what's going to happen!?" Donnie would complain whenever asked about it, "I'd rather not know what my next birthday present will be thank you very much..."

On Leo's end the slider would just shrug it off, likening his visions to just another nightmare.

"I'm used to it, it's jsut more of the same right? Insomnia stops me form sleeping and I get nightmares. Just cuz they come true don't mean much if anything!"

Raph had a feeling that Leo was downplaying how bad his dreams were and that Donnie wasn't being completely upfront in the matter of his feelings about his visions, but considering the circumstances in which they had discovered the visions the snapper couldn't blame them. This was something deeply personal that got thrown out for the world to see after all, and as long as they know to come to him if it gets worse, all is well and good. Besides having brothers who can see the future is actually cool, or at least thats what Raph ahd thought until he had to witness one of them.

Leo had woken him late one night with a terrified scream, prompting him and Mikey to rush to his room. His eyes and markings were glowing as he gasped and whimpered in desperate pain, nails digging into his face as he scratched desperately at his temples and scalp, convulsing with the sheer power of hus uncontrollable visions. He was having a vision, one of the rare waking ones where he wasn't asleep, and Donnie was nowhere to be found! Stuck and unsure what to do, Raph tried to snap him out of it only for Leo to curl up more, more pained cries escaping his beak. Mikey was fumbling with his phone, trying to get Donnie on the line. Nothing they were doing was helping and Raph, desperate, jsut did the only thing he could think of.

He scooped Leo into his arms, sitting in the floor with the convulsing and crying turtle in his lap and wrapping himself around the smaller liek the world's most dense weighted blanket and just held him close, heart breaking as Leo instinctively clung to him, nails digging in as he bit his lip in a desperate attempt to stifle his crying. Donnies voice came on the speaker, held close by Mijey with promises of coming home as soon as possible and telling Leo to hold on.

Donnie sounded breathless, telling stories about good times yet to come as he runs, not hover but actually runs, back to the lair in n attempt to comfort Leo. The sound of his twin seemed to help, but not enough, it wasn't nearly enough and Raph's heart shattered even more as he picked up the panicked tone in Donnies voice as the realization that nobody knew how to handle this set in.

Leo was the expert when it came to this strange future sight... Donnie had freely admitted to only recently even noticing his own powers and beginning to learn them but Leo had been aware of then for far longer and any questions they had would be best asked of the slider or Draxum. Draxum was away on some charity event the school he worked for was hosting to help with the hundreds of people now homeless after the invasion, and Leo was catatonic and suffering.

As Raph sat there waiting for this to pass, Mikey curled against his shell for comfort but unwilling to slide in next to Leo who needed it more and Donnie rushing back, he thought. His many times, he asked himself, how many times has this happened to his brothers and he wasn't there to help!? How much has Leo and Donnie kept hidden from hin because they didn't want to worry him with these visions? How many times was Leo brought to this state, alone and suffering in the dark as he stifled his crying? What was it Leo was seeing, that made it so his strong and thick skinned little brother would cry and weep and convulsed in pain form sheer grief at what he was seeing!?

No more. Raph won't let them suffer alone anymore. He may not get this whole seer thing much but he doesn't have to to understand that his brothers need him. Hours later, when Donnie had arrives and Leo's episode had ended, twins sleeping peacefully once more, Raph carefully traced the yin and yang marks on his brothers' faces before tucking the blanket around them closer. They were in a turtle pile, everyone too freaked by Leo's waking vision to sleep alone.

Tomorrow, Raph will discuss setting up soem ground rules on regard to what the twins do and do not hide when it comes to their visions and ask Leo just what it was he had seen.

This is so great!!! Raph is such a good big brother! I love this so much!

also just

He's going to be talking to them about all this. But tomorrow. (off mikey's getting more blankets and pillows for a proper turtle pile)

THank you!!!

#asks #tmnt #rottmnt #seer twins au #ficlet #my doodles

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sugolara · 1 year ago

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Back on road

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Standing as still as a pole, Katsuki glared at the rotters. If a glare could kill, well, all the rotters would be dead. Unfortunately, they'd have to use their stealth and pray that they wouldn't be the ones to die, "Great, another damn town filled with those damn things. Things can never be easy, huh."

Behind him stood Shoto, his eyes on the motionless dead, "They don't seem to be moving, so maybe they're asleep."

Katsuki scoffed, "Asleep? Don't get it twisted Half-and-Half. These things aren't people."

"Well, they used to." He spitted back, glaring at the back of the blonde's head, "And I wasn't suggesting they are humans. I thought by now you'd know they don't exactly behave like a dead should. It's uncanny that they still have human instincts."

"Its fucking creepy." He muttered, a shiver crawling up his spine as he turned around, waiting for F/n and Izuku to return from finding a place. The night is still young and if he doesn't get his full sleep, hell will be raised, "Damn, we'll have to look for food too."

"Yeah, but I'm sure a grocery store is somewhere." Shoto hummed, eyes still on the road. The smell that came after rain hit his nose and it was a pleasant smell, the rushing wind was a different story as he shivered from the cold, "Are they back yet?"

Eyes looking around, he spotted their silhouettes, Izuku waving at them to follow, "Yeah."

"What did you find?" Shoto asked the freckle male as they followed him.

"Nothing much, just a store that still has its lock on." Izuku replied as they entered the said store, "It's dark so watch your steps."

The ones behind him hummed, carefully stepping into the store. The moon light did allow for them to see a bit. Due to their tiredness, they wanted to sleep before searching the place. Luckily enough, next to Shoto was a shelf and with the help of the moonlight he spotted a dirty flashlight laying. Grabbing it, his fingers grazed against the small button that turned the light on. Pressing down on it, he shined to his friends and then around, the dim light touching everything inside.

He then saw a medicine station, "We'll sleep in there tonight. The door doesn't seem to be broken in."

"The gates are still on it." Izuku pointed out, "So we should be safe."

Without haste they entered with F/n closing it behind and using a stool to block the door. It wouldn't do much, but the stool being knocked down would create noise alerting them all awake if something did happen to barge in. When the light turned off, she dropped by the door deciding it would be best to sleep there anyways.

They all tried to get comfortable on the hard cold floor. Within a few seconds of just staring at the dark, her eyes slowly closed and she could faintly hear soft snores coming from the males. Turning to her side and hugging her jacket closer to keep warm she let slumber consume her.

When morning arrived, she steadily opened her eyes, noticing Shoto wasn't' around. She saw Katsuki on the car corner with the bags of guns and on the other side was Izuku, using his jacket to cover his face from the light that peeked through. Standing up, she quietly exited the station and since the stool was already gone, she slowly opened the door so as to not let it squeak.

Standing in the main store, her eyes flickered to the mirror at the back where she spotted Shoto searching the items that had fallen to the floor, "What are you looking for?"

He gave her a quick glance, setting down liquid medicine that had been spilled, "Anything that could be useful."

She hummed, "You find anything?"

He nodded as he reached to his side, grabbing a red small duffel bag, "This. Surprisingly enough, it's full of medicine."

"Wow." She picked it up, examining the contents, "Where'd you even find these?"

He stood up and pointed to the ceiling where one of the tiles was missing. There was even a red arrow pointing to it. It was weird, but then yet again it was nothing new. If someone had left it for other survivors, they sure deserved a good long life.

A yawn coming from the front of the store caught their attention and shortly after Katsuki came out. Passing the bag to Shoto, she pointed to the main doors, "You got Izuku, I'll look for a vehicle to get us out of here."

He nodded, both separating. With her outside, the air filled her lungs. She could tell it was beginning to get cold as the wind was much colder than it usually was. If she had to guess, winter was coming and who knew if the snow would also become an obstacle in their way. It would be very difficult dealing with the storm and rotters.

Throwing the thought away, she approached the first vehicle with a knife in hand. As usual she got to work. A few minutes later, she gave up and laid on the backseat, feet hanging out of the car swinging it as she stared at the roof of the car. Funnily enough, she had found a cassette tape and it's been forever since she had listened to music. Whoever had made it did have good taste in music.

Her hands rested on her stomach and her fingers tapped against each other, following the beat as she continued to look at the roof. One of the earbuds was in her ear, while one laid against her neck. It has been forever since she had time for herself and it felt great to have that time now even if it was just for a while and still being kept on alert.

At the sound of footsteps, she paused the tape and looked in front of her, seeing Katsuki with his hands on his hips, scowling at her. She raised a brow, "Something happened?"

"Yeah, something did." He angrily muttered and when she quirked a brow he threw his hands in thair like a mother scolding their child, "You're supposed to look for a fucking car and instead youd decide to what...listen to some trashy music!? Get your mind back on track!"

"You finished with Izuku?" She ignored his comment, leaning up to get out of the car, "Also, most of these vehicles are empty."

Annoyingly he rolled his eyes, "My legs are fucking tired and you want us to walk? Can't you put that brain into use and figure something out?"

"I did." She merely shrugged her shoulders and headed back inside the store, "You figure something out if I can't."

"I did." He scoffed. He really didn't, but if she didn't come up with a plan then why was he? Besides, it's not like he can do much if they're stranded. While he figured out where they were and with the map they could walk though it would possibly take weeks, much longer than what it was originally supposed to be. Tiredly rubbing his eyes, he let out a small yawn before following after the girl.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki x you #izuku midoria x reader #midoriya x y/n #izuku x reader #shoto x y/n #shoto x you #shoto todoroki x you

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edenesth · 1 year ago

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Undying Bonds (Part 10)

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader

AU: zombie apocalypse au

Word Count: 4.8k

Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?

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District 9.

That was the name that only insiders were aware of, only people with the opportunity of stepping foot into SKZ HQ would know.

Though not many people have survived after learning of the name, since they were mostly prisoners taken in either for information, for Seungmin to conduct his many zombie science experiments on, or worse, both.

If you're lucky- or unlucky enough to find yourself in District 9 for whatever reason, chances are it most likely won't be easy to live and tell the tale later on. 'Consider it a small price to pay for having the pleasure to witness such luxury again', was the famous final sentence that Minho never fails to bestow upon his victims before sending them off to meet their cruel ends.

Under different circumstances, perhaps Hongjoong would have been impressed by what he was seeing when they finally made their way into the legendary Stray Kids Headquarters.

Unlike his younger friends, he couldn't find it in himself to feel even the least bit excited about any of this, especially not when he was fully aware of how many innocent lives it must have cost for this insane amount of extravagance to come to fruition.

Hongjoong and his boys were eventually led to the furniture store where the rest of their friends were currently resting at.

The captain's anxieties were slightly eased when he spots Seonghwa, Mingi and Jongho safe and sound. He watched as Yunho, Yeosang and Wooyoung wasted no time in running towards their friends but he stopped in his tracks when the realisation hits, you were absolutely nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my girlfriend?"

That was all it took for Minho to understand who he was referring to. There was only one female amongst all the people here now after all.

The boys stared after their captain who was busy speaking to Stray Kids' second-in-command before he eventually holds a hand up to let them know that he'll be back soon, rushing off in the direction they'd last seen you disappear off to with Bang Chan.

Seonghwa's heart calmed slightly, knowing that Hongjoong would be there to protect you now. He wasn't sure how to feel; on one hand, he was happy for his best friend to be back, but on another hand, there goes his chances of confessing to you. He eventually decides all that really mattered to him was your safety and happiness, whether or not that included himself in the picture.

He snaps out of his thoughts when Mingi and Jongho inquire about the one missing group member, the news that they were about to receive would send the three of them collapsing in an instant.

Meanwhile, the high levels of adrenaline that were running through Hongjoong's veins simply at the thought of seeing you again was enough to send his heart racing. With the rough directions provided by Minho, he makes his way hurriedly to your specific whereabouts in the annoyingly enormous building. Blinded by his eagerness to reunite with you, Hongjoong failed to take notice of the sly glint in the gang member's eyes.

Minho intentionally left out one vital detail, the captain does not know that his girlfriend was alone with Bang Chan.

And the motive behind the right-hand man's actions? It was simply to wreak havoc; Minho could honestly care less about whatever affiliations you had with his leader and would quite frankly rather Chan put an end to this nonsense because he looked pathetic ever since you made your appearance.

So, if sending Hongjoong your way unannounced was what it would take to stir up some trouble, he's all for it.

Hongjoong slowed down in his tracks when he could faintly hear what sounded like your voice speaking and he strained to try listening carefully to what you were talking about.

He stilled when he heard the name Chris coming from you as you tiredly instructed said person to let go of you, that immediately made him pick up his pace again but it wasn't until the following words spoken by the unfamiliar male voice from across the hall that made his blood boil.

"No please, it's still me! I'm still yours, I swear! Just... at least let me explain myself, yeah? All I ask is for you to hear me out this once, you must know how much it pained me to believe you were gone... You were my everything- you still are!"

Oh no, you don't. That's my girl.

The captain saw red when his eyes finally landed on the two figures by the large window, he dared say it almost looked romantic had it not been his own girlfriend forcefully held in the arms of another man.

Still caught up in your conversation, neither you nor Bang Chan had realised a third person stalking his way up to the both of you.

In one strong but gentle pull, Hongjoong had you back safely in his arms at long last. He almost cried in relief at the familiar feeling of having you so close to him again, he felt like he was finally home.

"I won't tell you twice, stay away from her."

The tight squeeze that he gave you when noticing how tense you were managed to help you relax as you sink deeper into his embrace, the small action was enough for him to feel like he could breathe again.

Enraged by the sudden interruption, Chan proceeds to tell Hongjoong off rudely, "And who the hell are you? Know your place, this is between me and her!"

"I'm her boyfriend," He answered proudly, almost laughing out loud at the gang leader's audacity because who was he to raise his voice? The flabbergasted expression on Chan's face made the captain further grin in victory, "B-boyfriend..?"

Hongjoong's heart swelled with pride when you nodded to confirm and pressed closer to him to prove to Chan that he truly was your other half.

Giving your childhood friend a once over almost in distaste, your boyfriend smirks in amusement, "I think this is exactly where I should be, right by her side. Can't say the same for you though, Christopher."

Of course, Hongjoong knows all about Christopher.

There was not a single thing that either of you bothered to hide from one other. You knew each other like the back of your own hands.

And you'd told him all about your past in Australia; about Christopher, about the accident that nearly took your life, about how Christopher had abandoned you after the accident, about your brutal journey in emerging from that darkness all alone.

The heartache that Hongjoong felt when he learned of what you had gone through was something he'd never let himself forget.

He vowed to stay with you always and swore he'd never forgive this Christopher person for what he did or more like, what he didn't do. And here this jerk was, standing right in front of him, having the cheek to beg for your forgiveness after what he's put you through.

Chan laughs bitterly at you, choosing instead to completely disregard your boyfriend's presence, "Is he that special? So much that you actually got into a relationship with him?" Anyone could tell from his tone that he was clearly disheartened by the new information.

You sighed in exasperation, screwing your eyes shut to gather your thoughts for the most effective way to end the conversation.

"Yes, yes, he is. And he has a name, it's Hongjoong. I can tell you how much of an amazing person he is and I know you wouldn't care at all but he means everything to me. He was there for me when you weren't, so please show him some respect… It's the least you could do for me now."

Your former childhood friend's face fell and you looked away from him, the last thing you needed to feel was guilt for him.

"Listen, Chris, can we let whatever happened in the past to stay in the past? I really do not wish to relive any of that, I'd appreciate it if you could just drop this once and for all. There's literally a whole damn zombie apocalypse going on and this is honestly the last thing I want to talk about right now."

At your words, Hongjoong ran his hands up and down your arms in a consoling manner to remind you that he was there with you. Smiling gratefully up at him, you took the moment to look over his features that you missed so dearly before continuing, "And I haven't seen my boyfriend in a while now, can we please be left alone for some privacy?"

Your question was not really a question, the finality in your tone signalled the end of your conversation with Chan.

The gang leader's shoulders slumped in defeat and he did as you asked, not wanting to further upset you. But that didn't mean he's giving up though, he won't be letting you out of his sight so easily now that he's found you again.

For now, just for now, he'd let you spend some time with that little boyfriend of yours.

I'll be back for you, I swear.

Flashing one last glare at Hongjoong as if to challenge him, Chan stormed off with fists clenched tightly to his sides in reluctance. You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous exchange when seeing your boyfriend's eyes also remaining glued to the gang leader's back, clearly displeased.

Once Chan was completely out of sight, you didn't waste another second to throw your arms around your lover's shoulders, instinctively burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Your bodies pressed close as if trying to bridge the time and distance that had separated you. The embrace was tight, as if you were afraid that letting go would mean losing each other all over again.

Tears welled up in your eyes and his, glistening like dewdrops as you held onto one another. The weight of the separation, the longing and the uncertainty melted away in that single embrace. Your fingers found solace in each other's hair, on the small of your backs, as if mapping out the contours of a familiar and treasured landscape.

As you pulled back slightly, you met his eyes and you shared a gaze that was both intense and tender. Every unspoken word, every emotion that had been bottled up during your time apart, seemed to pass between you in that moment. Your eyes spoke of missed moments, of countless thoughts that had been dedicated to the memory of the other and of a love that had only grown stronger in the face of separation.

"You're back," You whispered, tears rolling steadily down your cheeks as he moved to wipe them away, his touch as soft as a feather, "I'm back, my love, and I'm never leaving you again." The look in his eyes was all it took for you to believe him completely.

With a quivering smile, a mixture of laughter and tears, Hongjoong closed the remaining gap between you.

Your lips met in a kiss that was both fervent and gentle, a sweet testament to the depth of your connection. He pressed his lips against your softer ones over and over again, savouring the feeling he feared he'd never be able to experience again.

The world around you seemed to fade into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of your lips touching and your breaths mingling.

"God, I missed you like crazy," He whispered in between, the words sending the familiar warm feeling throughout your body, "Missed you too." You muttered, your words were quickly muffled by his lips.

As the kiss deepened, it was a fusion of emotions—a mixture of relief, joy and an aching awareness of the time you had lost. Hongjoong pulled you closer when his mind drifted back to the moment Soyeon had held him at gunpoint, the time he thought he'd never get to see you or be with you again.

His hands roamed, tracing the lines of your face, cupping your cheeks while yours rested firmly on his shoulders. It was a tactile affirmation of the other's presence, a way of assuring yourselves that this moment was real.

The taste of salt on your lips was from the tears that continued to fall. The kiss was a cascade of emotions, a testament to the journey you had been on individually and the reunion that had brought you back together. It was a declaration of love that needed no words.

Eventually, you pulled away slightly, your foreheads touching as you shared a quiet, intimate moment.

Your breaths were unsteady, your hearts still racing from the intensity of the embrace and the kiss. At that moment, as you held each other close, you knew that no amount of time or distance could ever truly keep you both apart again.

"I love you so much," He whispered, the words immediately bringing a smile onto your face, "I love you too, Joong."

Dread fills your being when you and the captain return to the furniture store to join the rest of the group only for you to sense the sombre atmosphere and upon double confirmation, you realise that one person was indeed missing.

"W-where's Sannie?" You stammered, your heart picking up its speed when the guys avoided your eyes. You hated your mind for immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusions.

Maybe he went to the washroom? Don't scare yourself just yet.

Looking to Seonghwa for answers, you find him biting down harshly on his bottom lip as he painfully held his cries back.

Maybe somewhere deep down, you could have guessed what had probably happened whenever your sixth sense tingled as if to let you know that something's gone terribly wrong but you refused to believe what your gut was telling you until you hear the truth with your own ears.

You could already feel the lump forming in your throat when your boyfriend sits you down on a nearby couch to prepare you for what he was about to tell you.

Your heart wrenched when you catch sight of Mingi and Jongho sobbing pitifully into their hands while Yunho and Yeosang held them close, Wooyoung was staring scarily blankly ahead of him with his hand placed firmly over Seonghwa's trembling ones.

Hongjoong got on his knees in front of you, his grip on your hand tightening and you hated how sad he looked, his eyes glistened with tears, "Sannie… H-he's uhh…" Blinking rapidly and clearing his throat, he took a deep breath before willing himself to just spit it out.

"He's gone… forever."

The captain immediately moved to settle beside you, wordlessly gathering you in his arms when you visibly froze.

Time seems to stop, the words hitting you like a heavy blow to the chest. Your heart skips a beat and a cold numbness spread through your body, making it difficult to breathe. It's as if the air itself has thickened and the world around you fades into a hazy backdrop.

Shock was the first emotion that courses through you, a disbelief that this reality could actually be true. Your mind struggles to process the information, grappling with the enormity of what you've just heard. You want to reject the news, to declare it a terrible mistake, but deep down, you know it's real.

The initial shock is swiftly followed by an intense wave of pain that crashes over you like a relentless storm. It feels as if your heart is being squeezed, an ache that's both physical and emotional.

Your eyes well up with tears and the first sob escapes your lips, raw and unfiltered. It's a guttural sound that echoes the anguish within, breaking Hongjoong's heart as he holds you closer.

Every detail of San flashes before your mind's eye—his bright and adorable smile, his infectious laughter, the way he moved and spoke. You find yourself replaying memories in a desperate attempt to keep him alive in your thoughts. Each recollection is like a lifeline, a way to connect with San who's no longer physically present.

Why… why did it have to be poor Sannie of all people in this world?

Anguish grips you as you grapple with the reality of his absence. It's a heavy feeling, an ache that settles in your chest and refuses to let go. The world suddenly feels like a different place, one that's been robbed of its vibrancy and warmth.

As the shock and pain ebb and flow, you find yourself caught in a cycle of disbelief. You half-expect him to walk through the door, to call for you, to remind you all that he's still here. It's a desperate hope that clashes with the harsh reality and it only serves to deepen the ache in your heart.

"How..?" Your boyfriend pulls away slightly to meet your now red and swollen eyes, "How d-did he… what happened?"

Pressing his lips against your temple for a moment to ground himself, he squeezed his eyes shut as he begins to fill you in on everything that's happened from the beginning of his journey until this moment.

There were no exact right words that could be used to describe the intense ache bubbling in your chest as you listened to Hongjoong painfully recount how San was already bitten when you were all separated to how he tried to keep Yunho away from him as he slowly turned, and lastly, how he ultimately pleaded for your boyfriend, his brother, to put an end to his life.

Mingi and Jongho could hardly believe or digest the words coming out of their group leader's mouth. It was as if a huge chunk of their souls were mercilessly ripped away from them with the gaping void left by San's absence, their one and only sunshine.

The amount of guilt you felt for not knowing or being there with him when he was going through all of that alone was almost suffocating.

He must have been so scared. God, and we didn't even know while he was suffering all by himself...

You, Seonghwa, Mingi and Jongho didn't even get the chance to say goodbye to him. All the regrets going through your mind torturing you endlessly; you should have been more attentive, you should have protected him better, you should have been the one bitten instead. San was the last person on earth to deserve such a cruel fate.

The violent sobs racking your body did nothing to ease the agony within you, your knuckles slowly turning white from clutching so tightly onto Hongjoong's shirt.

He pushed your head firmly into the crook of his neck and somehow, the specific action reminded you of Seonghwa almost instantly. Seonghwa, who has done this countless times as his way to console you. Seonghwa, who was always there for you no matter what.

Pushing yourself slightly off of your boyfriend's chest, you glanced worriedly over at Seonghwa.

He was obviously not taking the news any better than you. Wooyoung did his best to stay strong for his hyung at the moment but there was only so much he could do, when he himself was going through the exact same pain of losing his best friend.

As if feeling your eyes on him, Seonghwa stares tearfully back at you, the shared look between you holding some sort of unspoken message that only the two of you could understand. Your heart hurt at the sight of his tears, he was always so strong for you and seeing him like this now affected you more than you had expected.

A part of you wanted to go to Seonghwa and to be his comfort too but Hongjoong's touch on your face immediately snaps you out of it.

Your attention was once again taken over by your boyfriend, who was apologising for not being a good enough leader. His words only made everyone in the room protest loudly against the statement, all assuring him that none of this was his fault and that he's done the best that he could, given the circumstances.

"You mind telling me what the hell that was all about?"

Minho snarled, he was pissed at Chan for the display of weakness. For a moment back there, Chan looked nothing like the intimidating gang leader that he was known for being and instead, he resembled some weak loser overwhelmed by stupid emotions.

All this just because of some girl, Minho didn't take his boss to be some sappy hopeless romantic. The leader's behaviour from earlier was enough embarrassment to last for a lifetime.

If he didn't know any better, he'd almost say Chan was in love.

Disgusting.

The elder of the two lets out a deep sigh as he stared out at the view of the ruined city from the futuristic electronic gadget store that is now being used as his office. He turns around in his chair and glances up to find a very disgruntled-looking Minho.

"She's my- Look, she's an… an old friend from Australia, okay? I was just… surprised to see her again, I guess. Listen, I know you wish to discuss work but not right now, Minho. I've got to sort things out with her first… or else, I-I can't…"

To Minho's chagrin, the leader appeared somewhat abashed as he struggled to form a proper sentence, it was as if the simple thought of that woman alone was enough to fluster him this much.

Was this really Bang Chan?

The great leader of Stray Kids, stuttering like an elementary school kid over some girl? This was utterly ridiculous and there is no way in hell the second-in-command would stand for it.

Infuriated, Minho scoffed loudly before slamming his palms against the desk separating them as he glared down at his boss.

"You're joking, right? I don't care who that lady was and what she was to you but you need to pull yourself together. I never thought the day would come when I'd have to say this but you're being embarrassing, Chan. As if acting like some lovesick fool wasn't enough, you had to do it in front of our new recruits too? Way to set a good example!"

Hearing this from another person's point of view really did make Chan feel slightly ashamed of his behaviour, the new members must take him for a fool now.

"Thanks to Jisung, one operation's already down. I mean sure, we managed to take everything from the convenience store but with that, came seven extra mouths to feed. By right, we should be getting to work immediately. And now, you're saying you want to do what..?" Minho was fuming at this point.

Chan's nostrils flared at his younger counterpart's boldness before growling lowly in his alpha tone that he'd usually used to intimidate his members when needed.

"Have I been too lenient lately? Don't you dare speak to me like that, Lee Minho. You don't even know half the story. And remember your goddamn place, that's hyung to you by the way." His snarky attitude finally made the younger's lips tug upwards slightly in approval.

Now that's more like it.

"You're right, hyung, I don't. And I'm not interested in learning about any of it, need I remind you of who exactly you are right now? Like you said, she's from the past so don't you think it'd do you good to leave things where they were before?"

This was important to Minho, he needed to know he could trust his leader to still do a good job because Chan was the first and only person to have earned his respect, it'd be a shame to lose any of that over something this silly. After all, he only stayed loyal to Chan because they shared the same vision.

If the gang leader were to stray from their initial plans, Minho would be left with no choice but to take necessary actions. Though he hopes it'll never have to come to that, he'd hate to have to bite the hand that feeds him but there's only so much he's willing to tolerate.

Chan runs a hand frustratingly through his hair, how he wished his friend could just understand the way he was feeling.

He was only human after all, he has emotions too but he supposed that might have been too much to expect from Minho. He's never met anyone quite as cold-hearted and ruthless as Minho, he used to admire the younger for that quality but it was proving to be a bit of a pain in the ass as of this moment.

"You don't get it, it's not that simple! For the longest time, I thought she was dead, Minho, dead! Her 'death' was what made me into the person that I am today, it was because of her that you even got this version of me!"

The younger of the two raises a brow daringly, as if to challenge his boss, "So, are you saying that just because she's alive now, you'll go back to being your weak and pathetic old self?"

"No- God no, Minho, that's not at all what I meant. It's far too late for that anyway… but she's important to me, alright? I must… She went through a lot because of me, I have to make it up to her somehow…"

Minho couldn't believe his ears, "Wow, I hope you realise just how ridiculous you sound. Well, she might as well continue to be dead to you because she's already belonged to someone else anyway. I know that the leader of Jongho's group is her boyfriend."

The annoyed look on Chan's face proceeds to bring Minho satisfaction, "Besides, weren't you the one who taught all of us that 'in this selfish world, only the selfish succeed'? Will you please stop all this useless whining over spilt milk? We have work to do, hyung."

The mere reminder of you having a boyfriend now was enough to set Chan on fire again, making him shoot up from his seat.

"What did you just say?"

Had it been another member, they most likely would have peed their pants just from his tone but Minho was a special case, he wasn't one to back down, "I said, we have work to do," Chan's eye twitched in irritation, "No, before that."

Minho smirked, making it his mission to continue provoking the leader, "Oh, you loved that part, didn't you? I said, she already belongs to someone else. I'm sorry, was that a hard pill to swallow?"

He pouted tauntingly, the hateful grin on his face doing nothing to ease the rage burning within Chan, "Just forget her, hyung. That road's a dead end and we all know it, no point wasting your time." Rubbing more salt in the wound, his goal was to make the leader give up on all thoughts of making up with you.

"I guess you're right. She may be taken now, but not for long though. I'll make sure of that."

That was not at all what Minho had expected him to say, he was hoping to discourage his boss from further involving himself with you. Instead, he realises now that what he said was only fuelling Chan to fight harder for you.

"You just can't let this go now, can you? I swear to god, if taking her out is what it means for you to get a grip on yourself then I will do it."

That did it.

Minho never should have underestimated the depth of Chan's feelings for you. In a flash, the elder male wrapped his fingers around the younger's neck in a grip so tight that it had Minho scratching desperately at the leader's hands for air.

"Lay one finger on her and I swear, you'll be shown no mercy."

As fearless as he is, Minho values his life enough to know Chan was not at all kidding, "I'm your boss, Minho, just remember that and do as I say. We will get back to work soon, don't you worry. I just need some time to… debrief our new friends, is all."

The leader releases his grip eventually, "Now get the hell out of my sight, I need to think."

With a hand on the skin of his throat that was sure to start bruising soon, Minho clenches his jaw tightly at the humiliation he just suffered. Chan has never laid a hand on him thus far, and for him to do this over a mere woman from his past. It's something Minho finds completely unforgivable.

Was Chan even still in his right mind? Was he really putting work aside to waste his time on such silly emotions instead? Well, Chan is sorely mistaken if he thinks Minho will stand by and watch idly as he fools around.

Not wanting to piss his boss off any further at the moment, the right-hand man smiles sarcastically at his superior, "As you wish."

He curtsies dramatically before stalking out.

Oh, I'll remember that, Bang Chan.

We're nearing the climax soon, I estimate the story to end around Part 15. I might do some bonus parts later on if I'm feeling up for it or if there are requests for any. But for now, thank you for reading and as always, don't be shy to let me know your thoughts on this part!

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