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nyasialiveshere · 9 months ago

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I'm patiently waiting for the day sean lew does his big one and finally choreographs for sm and saves the company from mediocrity cause southern hip hop does not go like how they've been doing it or teaching it.

Back in the day they used to have a good medium of american choreographers to assist the trainee's and idols and clean up their faults now it's like they don't' have that and it's soo evident.

I don't care the minute they got rid of that bald british or american dude they companies dancing went down hill. It became a weird oligarchy. Like I noticed kai's main teacher started recommending people he trained and they eventually ended up replacing most of the western choreographers. They brought in bailey sok

for peaches, the asian american southern swag hip hop extraordinaire that she is and it was way better than Mmmh.

It actually had so many different elements in it, but most don't really focus on the dancing. But for rover they settled on bada lee

who is mainly a krump battle dancer, it lacked authenticity. Not to get all so you think you can dance, but Jongin cannot do that and at sm they make no effort to really teach everyone learns on their own and they aren't really pushed to be at a certain standard.

Kasper and all those other choreographers and that studio they get most of the dancers from have a very specific skill sets.

They've been with sm for quite some time and I get that, loyalty but like the art world don't work like that they're gonna get left behind.

they got clout about 2013 from america's best dance crew made it to the quarter finals cool. We back to Korea with prestige

Did the olympics alongside exo.

I get sm always wants people with lots of prestige and clout but they tend to keep the same people for so long the creative image of sm gets stifled and left behind, now sm is desperately trying all the trends and fads to get their artists relevant to the youth again. Like it's a little late they should have been letting young creative directors in.

I don't care I'm always gonna advocate for new and upcoming artist with lots of passion. They make the world turn, they start the trends, they bring the most energy with their ideas.

Ignoring the performative style an artist specializes in and getting choreographers that make lite hood tik tok mashup dances is ruining the game. But if one must do it I think letting the western choreographers they bring in for ideas have some real creative freedom. It typically never fails I feel like they bring in these choreographers for a blueprint then let a korean choreographer twist it up a little bit so they never have to really give somebody credit. They never say western names hardly if ever only thank you team who contributed to the success but the korean choreographers get to show their face, do interviews, and idols basically have them as a part of the crew.

Like they are NOT slick. At all. I know the western choreographers get inspo from southern hip hop but at least they are transparent. They'll say this is inspired by this dance, two step, crank that, etc but it never is even a topic of discussion. Only full credit going to the k choreographers and yeah yeah some other people helped...like people forget why exo's choreo was so on point when they started

I really don't wanna make it seem like it's just black creators they try to shelve and ignore it's basically anyone non korean.

Tony Testa I remember him from back in the day but when I wanted to search him up to my surprise nobody really talked about him and the only choreographer people talk about training Kai is mainly Mihawk and Kasper...which is somewhat true.

Cause they're choreo is...like it's okay.. but Kai himself went into how Mihawk trained Exo and it was basically sm style, yelling, you're terrible, quit now, emotional abuse... wow you're famous I love you let's take pictures.. I don't care they gaslight them kids idc idc idc. Now that's trauma bonding.

But then there's the actual full truth that they and many other sm performers who have been praised for their dances around that time, were in fact trained by a real deal professional at one point, one of their staple choreographers was Tony Testa and he choreographed for Britney Spears(circus) and Michael Jackson(Testa was hired by director Kenny Ortega as an associate choreographer for Michael Jackson's final tour This Is It which obviously never got to happen but still)

This was dance on sunset? I think?

and suddenly the quality makes all the sense in the world

But again try and find it without knowing about it before hand you'd be like yeah no they never really had any western choreographers. There's no history books in Kpop if you were there you remember but if you weren't woops doesn't exist.

except it does.

Anyway too many people have this weird odd narrative Mihawk did it all and thank God for him like....how? He's just one of the only one's still there. Everybody else left cause Korea is trash to artists and creatives.

Like Kai cannot do that hood stuff, he wasn't trained for that at all. Now if sm invested more in there artists fine blame him but everybody knows these kids would dance in that basement for hours by themselves cause be honest they probably paid the teachers for a certain amount of time and then it's all on the kids. They absorb as much as they can but then it's up to them. He couldn't just learn such an advanced style like krumping from watching, you either grow up in the culture or you learn from someone who grew up in the culture. This is why you can't expect these Korean teachers to teach krumping. They know it but only cause they most likely learned from someone close to the source, it's not just something that can spread so easily.

sm has always like historically done this like it's just something they do they will never stop taking these itsy bitsy pieces of black culture and recycling it they can't help it. They've worked with tons of black artist to make the actual music and tend to get some western or black influenced people to try and create some type of instant quick success. But it's so subtle one could say it's not related at all.

I would say its a coincidence but knowing who trained shotaro like uhm no it's not,

Sm knows exactly what company trained Shotaro and they are known to specialize in krumping and hip hop. The little time he spent at sm most likely taught him barely anything he was already trained when they got him. They fib so much and never let their artists go into detail. He trained for years with a company that trains people in the top boy groups in japan.

EXPG is a studio connected with the iconic Japanese boy group exile tribe where most of their members train.

I just get tired of people saying 'studio from japan or studio in america' like if it was Korean people would give the entire name...like what's wrong with giving people credit who deserve it.

They typically sometimes get sent to new york for 2 years I think? But that was in the old days it may be different now. This is because the japanese always understood if you want your artist to do black music they should not just sing black music but be under the cultural american influence in some sort of way.

I don't know what they aren't getting, Kai isn't perfect at every style. They just don't plan on ever investing any more money into him or really any of their artists.

He was more in his comfort zone at the beginning of exo with a heavy emphasis on jazz and contemporary style dance.

If there isn't jazz or contemporary at least in the basis of the dance that's where Kai starts to falter. Broadway theater style is what he's most comfortable in. But because of appearance they push urban dance on him.

They didn't even try with bomba

Rover was a soul crushing mix between crank that soulja boi and the macarena.

I was watching the video like nooo that's every viral black/ethnic dance in one and I already knew that tagged choreographer was korean. I wanna analyze rover later but I might get upset it's pretty like a big major 106 in park style mv/music video and dance but like that fact just got

Everything he specializes in sm is like nah they also make anyone with sm have this weird loyalty to where the artist never get to express and cultivate themselves as a human. They are stuck in some sort of child/star hybrid.

I don't know why in the world they didn't send exo or at least super m to millenium they literally rented out the studio where so many talented dancers choreograph and just flew out they korean choreographer so ignorant. They were so stubborn with that group.

I feel like if they were trained by young vibrant artist close to their age they could of gotten so much inspiration. Freedom is really a virus and why would a kpop company want them to have freedom

Like hire the boy he just traveling around asia in his spare time making some of the best choreography of his career and they're like lalalala let's hire other people he's worked and trained with but not him. If anyone could actually help fill in the gaps with some of sm's main dancers I think he could.

Anyway I just feel definitely by 2025 either super m is gonna be somewhat active or sm will be out of business but I still think sean and kai should at least meet up once at a dance conference they become friends and post jazzy contemporary dances online with the occasional obligatory bff's cooking in the kitchen youtube channel, like so many of the peebles do now and days. They both do the same artsy triple threat yet auditioning to be a stay at home husband type of thing, cooking, yoga, self care. Like it can be good for the brand I swear. I just have a thing for artsy people with the same vibes clicking up. It's not so far fetched cause he already worked with Jackson. I just want the two balls of sunshine to meet

#scripting its a thing #sean lew #dance #sm entertainment #exo kai #exo #choreography #kim jongin #I thought about conan gray being close with an sm artist as a fun reality show idea and I got 1 whole youtube video with him and key so I'l #I shall keep being delusional thank you very much #the flash was literally so close to being shelved soo many time I never gave up somehow it got to theaters #like the crazier the idea and the more you believe in it it'll probably happen.#but does anybody ever think of kpop cultural history and intersectionality #like if step up 2 never happened would we even have kpop as we know it today #if it wasn't for koreans protesting they might still be under a dictatorship and we'd all be privy to some other americanized culture for #our own entertainment #I'm serious about the rover analysis but like there's so many lil kim and black female girl group references like I almost feel its not #an accident #but then it's like why would they give him so many black female artist references #this whole time he talked about usher he was actually channeling beyonce

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the-firebird69 · 2 years ago

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It's calling Raphael and got his wife used to be around all the time got pushed out by Salazar and got his wife. And it say it's ours and we're going to modify it he's got great ideas and so does he and the idea for the training wheels is nice making me smaller they don't necessarily show that much and they do extend out far enough and it's solid but they have to have some kind of suspension and so it rides a little weird with three suspensions in the back and you can't put the third one up are the wheels won't work and the same problem before and the drive has to be a little different no it's just like training wheels so people are panicking because they've been looking for a scooter even though he hasn't solved with the Hard knock kicker 5150 scooter you thought we'd want you with the idea and he goes good God you're going to fall over anyways so we knew about your idea I knew you'd come up with it and had it ready and we designed it and it's best for real they're going to have to take over because they won't do a damn thing with it crap will sit there with this old version and they're not going to modify it and right now it's going to mean that that one's a piece of crap cuz it doesn't do anything you're driving along and if you need to have stability a lot of people go quite a distance these days 30 miles or so you get there and you take the wheels and then you drive like you know what you're doing but for real it takes a lot of effort and our son knows about it. You have to hold your body rigid and taste a lot of energy so they're going ahead no we are and it's me speaking now Raphael and goddess wife and we are taking over this conversation. And that's what it is it's no big deal right now but it's important as these scooters are going to get people around to work and there's a lot of work coming out and you have to wear all weather gear but you can put a windshield on it slows it down pretty much significantly unless your real light that makes it harder to handle a lot of people can't stand the wind on them that's why the fairing is like that they're a little easier to handle because the seats kind of reasonable the second motorcycle seat on the inside it looks like saddle bags training wheels more or less it's like a scooter trike transformer and boy these birds dumb out here you can't feel that stupid bird feel what it's going to poop I guess yeah that's what you're feeling stupid. It's kind of seed and how long it's going to take in Kentucky fried whatever that is ostrich or whatever. So really this is going to be a great idea we're going to get through this and yeah that's italian. And the thing is fast feels about 55 or 60 with a 49cc and with the sun and go like 45 which is fast enough he doesn't like it looks funny and it rides odd for him but tons of girls love it cuz they hop on and they drive off and it's like being in the living room chair or something and that's what they say nowadays it doesn't cost much it's like $2,500 with the transformer configuration without it it is about $2,000 and you have some carrying cases there instead but there's really not much room to carry stuff unless you put it out as a try and put something on there and you can do that there's room for it and I just can't transform back and people will do that but it's it's better option to use some side bags and you can put them under the seat and take the side bags out and carry them around and then put it and then so you can park it easier and we're going to build it so you can buy those as an accessory so they fit right and they work right and you can secure them right. That woman really like these things and they want one now.

Beginning with our design team now

Raphael and Goddess Wife

We're working on things to do to help here and yeah we were in the far top of this statement. And we're getting better at some things but they're right on him okay trying to mess them up and it's terrible but they let the stuff flow they're strange and weak and really we don't have enough to do but that's okay we're going ahead with this idea and we're having our father and mother from Italy design it and we're going to sell it globally and we'll have divisions of it and he's going to take over Vespa completely and it's a great idea

Thor Freya

I want the one with just little wheels so you could like 10 miles an hour and almost fall over anyways no it's not worth anything this idea is great and I like the idea of having side bags and I can carry them in and out of the house and go shopping and just load it right in there and load it right on and go and it's very handy and they do fit correctly cuz I see this schematic, yeah and we're having all sorts of fun here and not really but okay so the Price Is Right too and I'm buying a bunch of them and if I mess it up I'll have parts cuz usually mess things up but boy this looks like fun and they have a bigger motor if you have to register it in your state if it's bigger if you don't you can get the bigger motor and you don't have to but usually have to register anyways cuz it's a scooter not a moped that's a difference Vespa made mopeds but they don't look anything like this and they probably make those two and they're saying they are so a lot of people buy those

Brad

And his father is waving see you later sunshine and stuff like that and he's making fun of Stan and our son says you haven't seen it yet does mine look like motorcycles and people don't want to be on those things except girls and they want to look like girls I guess but the girls might get sick of it I think you got a seller right there

Zues Hera

Haha and it was going to say that because these things are selling it crazy and I mean it's hard not kicker 5150 and they're selling so many of these stupid mopeds everything driving around like he does it's going to be stupid they already doing it saying they're him I can't stand it he says because he's saying is I'm selling them for him right now and I probably am they're going to make jillians of them

Raphael and Goddess Wife

This guy is trying to say that he's me and my husband was saying because he's got the mustache and he's going to say he's the beer company guy and people want beer from him and he can't get it he's trying to resell it and they don't buy it because it's not cheap enough and he only has like 2% and they still know it's him the reason is they check who it is cuz he's an a****** to them

Hera

And selling tons of beer and there's a whole bunch of people like that they're all going around with these mustaches that our son had on and they're saying they're him and people saying I can't stand you get out of my face already called them and they call up and they start buying the beer so he's selling the beer at some sort of crappy imitation and he doesn't even have any invitation beer it's just an idiot running around saying is selling beer and they don't buy from him cuz he doesn't bring anything and it's really really interesting cuz he's he's kind of dumb as hell and he doesn't know it and it's Trump and we know why it's this machine fully him and he keeps doing it and doing it and the computer thinks if we're occupied that we won't be able to do anything so that's why it's getting us business. And Trump might think that too but we don't care we know what we're doing we sell tons and tons of that beer it's the most sold beer on Earth right now it's out selling Budweiser of all the different types of buzzweiser and all the different brands of Budweiser combined it's out selling it three to one and today it's going to be up to five to one and it's going to start wiping out all these beer companies and some we haven't taken over and they'll be gone and we do have some classy beers and we're going to keep them around but boy they they are selling tons of it I can't believe how much beer is selling and these girls are doing the distribution and it's working so it's setting up some hard-knock kicker 5150 and then he's asking if father and mother want to set up the Vespa deal with them for the scooter and the moped and they're getting involved and they're saying send them now and we'll sell them so you'll see tons of these stupid looking scooters and he's trying to send his scooter over there too

Olympus

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babieyangyang10 · 5 years ago

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violent ends (chapter 4)

(chapter 4)

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genre: hunger games!au

pairing: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: mentions of prostitution, language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + possible nsfw.

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"So, each of the districts get their own floors. Since you're from two, you get the second floor." Doyoung explains as we step out of the elevator.

As we walk into the apartment, I stare in awe at the glamorous quarters. There are many giant glass columns and a random display of silver trees and rocks.

"Here is the living room and your rooms are over here. How about you freshen up for dinner?" suggests Doyoung.

In my room, I am met by a bed with a silky, soft comforter. I make my way into the spacious bathroom and hop into the shower. Inside, there was a panel with hundreds of buttons that regulated water temperature, pressure, and even provided massaging sponges.

After finishing, a heater dried my hair and body completely. I pressed another button and a box began sending electrical currents through my scalp, instantly untangling my hair.

Returning the bedroom in comfortable clothes, I see a strange-looking remote on the bed-side table. Intrigued, I begin pressing random buttons. As a result, the window showcasing the lights and building of the Capitol changes into different sceneries.

First, there was a city street filled with cheerful families walking together. After pressing a different button, a dry and deserted desert appeared on the screen.

Switching it once again, a scene showing several mountains peaking through behind a forest of trees. I felt a pulling-feeling in my chest. My throat also feeling slightly choked-up.

During the holidays, every year Taeyong would take me into the mountains of our district. He would pretend to be my knight in shining armor, while I was the princess in distress. He'd never tell anyone, but sometimes it was even the other way around.

It's also where he taught me how to hunt and find my own food. How to determine between what is the good food and what is the not so very good food.

It was the only time I remember us ever truly being kids. Not soldiers, just a thirteen and seven year old exploring the big, exciting world together.

Then everything went to shit after Taeyong went to the games. That year, the Gamemakers had chosen a forest for the terrain. However, it was filled with dangerous wild dogs, wolves, and spiders. The spiders had enhanced speed and were extremely venomous. However, the wild dogs were capable of changing their form and copying the voices of the tributes.

Because of this, the entire Career pack was slaughtered alive. Taeyong was the only one who managed to escape. Wounded and without supplies, a twelve year old boy from District 11 named Dong Sicheng had found and formed a alliance with him. Sicheng had shared all of his supplies and even nursed him back to health.

On the last day, they were approached by the last remaining tribute. Taeyong, spotted him and fired an arrow straight into his heart. As he turned around to check on Sicheng, he was met with the boy clutching a harpoon, longed deep in his chest.

Dong Sicheng slowly died in Taeyong's arms.

After the cannon went off, the Captitol announced over the speakers that Lee Taeyong of District 2 was the winner of the 64th Hunger Games.

No longer did he take me to the mountains. Honestly, we never did anything together. Since then, the closest I ever got to be to him was the one time when the rest of my family stood by him during his stop in District 2 during his press tour.

I've always wondered how he felt. Wondered if he blames himself for what happened. However, I never wanted to intrude. It's not like I ever got the opportunity to ask him, anyways.

However, since I'm going in the games soon. I hope to eventually work up the courage to sit down and have a real talk with him. The real Taeyong, not the victor or mentor he acts like in front of everyone else.

I opened the door to see Doyoung, Renjun, and Taeyong sitting at the dining room table.

Once I sat down in the acid-green chair, Taeyong began talking, "The plan for tomorrow is the same for the both of you. You go to group training. Spend time practicing something your weakest at. Swing a mace. Throw a spear. Tie a decent knot. It doesn't really matter, just save showing off for the private session with the Gamemakers. Are we clear?"

Renjun and I both nod our heads at him.

"Well, have the two of you gotten to know any of the other tributes yet?" pries an interested Doyoung.

"I haven't. Although, Athena seems to be checking out the competition, already." Renjun answers, nonchalantly.

"Wonderful!" Doyoung innocently chimed, "It's never too early to start considering possible alliances. Are you going to ask anyone to join the two of you?"

"Oh, we're not-" Renjun and I said at the same time. We're laughing as if he's said the funniest joke in the world.

"We've always maintained our own completely different strategies. Renjun prefers to be the predator. There's no doubt in my mind that if he does want to work with others, it'll end up being an alliance with the other Careers. " Renjun just silently nods in agreement.

"And what about you?" asked Doyoung.

"Let's just say I prefer not to walk around with a huge target on my head. I want to team up with someone well-liked, so we can get resources through sponsors." I explained.

"Like Na Jaemin?" sneers Renjun.

"You know people have been calling him the Prince of Panem. He's made quite the impression, already." Doyoung chimes, "And he's not the only one. People have been raving about you, Athena. They've even started calling you, the Golden Girl."

"That's good." Taeyong quietly adds to the conversion, "If you keep this up you'll get lots of sponsors."

Doyoung suddenly blurts, "In fact, most people think Jaemin and you would make a good couple."

At this remark, Taeyong drops his knife loudly on the table, while Renjun chokes on his drink. My mouth begins opening and closing like a fish, struggling to come up with a reply.

"We're done for tonight. You two should go to bed now." Taeyong orders, not hiding his agitation.

Quickly, we all return to our rooms. I crash on my bed and stare up at ceiling.

Jaemin and I as a couple?

Where did they even dream up that possibility from? I mean, we only had one barely two-minute conversation. People really do amaze me sometimes.

My thoughts are broken by a barely-there knock at my door. I groan and force myself off the bed.

I roll my eyes, before opening the door and saying, "Renjun, would you kindly please fuck off?"

However, the person standing there was definitely not Renjun. I tilt my chin up to see no other than Lee Taeyong, towering over me.

"Oh, sorry." I frown, embarrassed.

"Can I come in?" He politely asks me.

I step to the side and allow him inside. Once he's fully in, I closed the door behind him.

"Finally decided to talk to me, huh?"

He just stays silent, just letting me say whatever I please.

"You know, I thought you'd at least be happy for me. I mean, you of all people should know that this is the best thing that could ever happen to me." The emotions I've been holding in for the past 10 years are finally coming to the surface.

Taeyong looks at me with pity, "Athena, there are some things you don't know. Things that the school or our parents never taught us."

"What are you even talking about?" I pressure.

"After the games, you couldn't see me for a reason." He took a heavy breath, "Sometimes, if a victor is considered desirable, the president gives them as a reward or allows people to buy them for money. It’s not just me either, the same thing happened to Finnick Odair a year later."

"What do you mean, 'buy'?" I swallow.

"For sex."

It’s quiet.

"I was given no choice. He said that he would kill both of our parents and even you if I didn't obey." His eyes begin tearing up, "Athena, you don't know how much I wanted to come see you and teach you things."

"Taeyong." I whimper.

I felt sick to my stomach. How could they do that to him? He was just a thirteen year old kid. Even worse, how could I let myself hate and be jealous of him, when all along he was the reason I was still even living?

"I know I'm a horrible brother, but please listen to me when I say the Capitol uses everyone, including you. You have been taught that this, the games, are normal and something to be proud of. You haven't even seen how horrible it is for the lower districts. They can barely make it through one day without starving. They have basically nothing, while the Capitol is feeding off them."

Anger rises up in me. I look around at all the expensive things in the room. Think about the large amount of fancy food I've consumed while in the Capitol. I'm furious, because I've been lied to and tricked. Furious for Taeyong and all the others the Capitol has taken advantage of.

I jump into my brothers arms and completely break down. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean what I said Taeyong. It was stupid. I'm stupid."

"It's okay. You didn’t know." He shushes, while holding me.

“Listen to me. If you-“ he corrects himself, “When you win this thing, I’m not going to let him do anything to you, okay?”

“Taeyong, can I tell you something? I’ve just never got the chance to.” I ask.

He nods.

“What happened to Sicheng wasn’t your fault. You understand that, right?”

He painfully looks down at the floor, before slowly nodding.

“I’m serious, Taeyong. It’s not your fault.”

By the time he looks up, I am able to clearly see him. Underneath the years of pain, hidden away was a vulnerable boy. The tears come falling down his cheeks.

We spend the rest of the night talking about our past, telling stories. Both laughing and crying together.

My brother and I.

#nct au #nct smut #nct imagines #nct #nct dream #nct dream smut #jaemin #jeno #renjun #haechan #taeyong #doyoung

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fijiangecko · 5 years ago

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When the Sun Rises in the West

Prologue

A/N: AHHH IT'S HERE!! I'm so excited to finally share this! I'm planning on posting chapters every couple days so I make you all wait for it 😉 this whole series was entirely based off of this playlist, and every chapter will have a theme. This one isn't super edited but I actually love this series. Heavily based off of GoT (locations and dergons) but no spoilers. This story doesn't use the same plot or same characters.

C/N = City Name

Word Count: 1,700+

The barren wasteland of Essos was home to many people for the past several centuries. From dry deserts to scattered mountain ranges, the people couldn't have been happier to be alive and not in Westeros, dealing with the war of the iron throne. Blood shed, tears, agony and resentment are what wars left behind, not the virtues of peace and prosperity they promised. You, for one, would never want to experience anything like it. As heiress to a city newfound within the last century, your heart is only filled with love for your people. Never in your life would you wish to put a sword in a child's hand and tell them to fight for your honor, and not their own.

There's a reason your people haven't had to fight yet. Both the natural defenses that C/N holds and the ferociousness of native animals. C/N lies in a valley between several mountains. It is deep enough to have its own water supply, and no sane ruler would have his army climb over such steep mountain tops. Plus, they've only heard rumors about you, but no one would dare see if they were true.

The people of C/N love your family and care for you deeply, wishing you good health and even better prosperity. Children walk with you through the streets as you treat them to exotic fruits and pleasantries. The adults are thankful to all gods that they have found this Oasis, this sanctuary of peace and happiness. After trekking across the Red Waste and the Dothraki Sea they found a home for both themselves and their families. They smile as you walk by, greeting you and presenting you with their wares. Oftentimes, they will want you to take it for free - a gift, but you refuse every time. You live with the head family, there's no need for you to get freebies. Everyone lives in simple splendor with their everyday lives; content at the opportunity to have an easy life until they die.

"Y/N!" You snap out of a memory where you're dancing around a great pyre to an ancient song with the town elders. It was the celebration of your fifteenth birthday, an important day in a young person's life as they graduate from childhood to adulthood. "You know you have to leave soon, right?" Your mother walks around the grand table to you, and tests her hand on top of yours. She smiles sweetly as she waits for a response.

"I know, I just don't want too." Your eyes travel downwards at the new memory. Your birthday was in two months, and the 22nd birthday through your family lineage meant marriage. Although you wouldn't be taking over C/N anytime soon due to Fathers good health, there's still a need to have good trade relationships with other cities across the nation. You know that they wouldn't force you into a relationship, as their parents didn't, but let something grow naturally with one of the children of other head families. Out of so many there was bound to be one that caught your favor… or so they hoped.

"It'll be okay pumpkin, we didn't want to send you away for so many months, but Masaru's son is the only person in the world that is like you. There has to be a bond there we don't know about." In the past few months, head families have traveled to meet you and hope that they can tie the knot with you. They were all turned away, due to a couple big factors. 1) they were too young, 2) they had a stick up their ass, 3) they didn't give a shit about what happened to the citizens of their towns and would profit off of their tragedy and 4) there were allegations of slave trade among them. True or not, you would not stand to put a price on human life. If there were allegations, then that means someone connected to them was either in or around the trades themselves. It was sickening to think about. As far as you know, the Bakugou bloodline doesn't have any affiliations with slave traders, their son is your age, if not a little older and cared about his people in an odd way.

"Why am I going for so long? I'm going to miss my 22nd celebration…"

"Well, the Bakugou's haven't been sending us a lot of materials lately, so you're not only there for personal interest but diplomatically. We need these materials for more homes. Those children you live are becoming adults, but we don't have the means to help them." She squeezes your hand. "You can help them. Missing your celebration will suck, I know, but we'll have it as soon as you get back. Plus we'll need to talk about who's going to marry who."

Anxiety bubbles in your chest, but you pop it with a calming smile. "I know. I don't like any of the other candidates, but if the rumors about the younger Bakugou are true than I shouldn't have to worry. If we are the only two in the world that are this way, isn't that a sign from gods old and new?"

"That's the spirit Y/N. We'll finish packing your stuff. Go finish saying your goodbyes." Your mother smiles sweetly and give you a tight hug before letting you go. The rest of the night you reminisce with old friends. You all talk about old shenanigans and pranks you used it pull on older people, but now you're the older people having pranks pulled on them. It is a great night of food and friends with a light dusting of sadness topped off with tears. You were gonna miss everyone, but you must do what they need you to do. They weren't crying because they were acted for you, more like they didn't want you to leave.

At first you misinterpreted their tears, "Guys, I'm gonna be okay! I'll have Rhaegal and Viserion with me."

"No Y/N, we don't want you to go!" Mina cries from across the tavern table. The tears were appreciated, and broke your heart.

"I'll be back before you know it. Maybe I'll even have some eye candy at my side." Everyone laughs and you take the rest of the night to enjoy their company. You wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways, so this was a pleasant alternative.

The morning sun is bright when your eyes crack open. They hurt for a couple seconds, but it passes as your body adjusts to new circumstances. The sun itself is only cresting over the mountain tops, creating a golden glow around everything the light touches. That's when it hits you - this is last sunrise you'll be seeing for who knows how long. If all goes well diplomatically, then you'll be able to return home within a month, but if conflicts arise… you try not to put much thought into it and just watch the hues of peach and orange dance across the sky.

Softly, someone places a hand on your shoulder breaking your stream of thoughtlessness. "It's time to go." Your mother spoke quietly, as though cooing a newborn. Her velvet voice helps calm you even further. It'll only be for a little while. I don't even have to focus on Masaru's son if I don't want too. "C'mon, let's go grab Rhaegal and Viserion."

Walking towards the edge of town, a cart with all of your things lies ahead on the path, waiting to be pulled by 2 horses and their carriage master, Kota. He smiles at you, and you back to him. You can't help but wonder how such a sweet stable boy would want in Mereen, but maybe he just wanted to take Clyde and Grumm out for a walk after being cooped up for so long. You and your mother walk around the base of one of the surrounding mountains to a cave entrance. It's too dark to see inside, but you know the two are there; waiting to be set free since the last incident.

"Ñuhyz zaldrīzesse." Screeching bounced off of the cavern walls, the cacophony animalistic gurgles and grunts echo both out and further into the tunnels. An orange flame lights up the room suddenly, and the scale from the beasts glisten in the fire light. Large cuffs are wrapped around their necks that have chains bolted into the mountain walls. "Ñuha riñar, Rhaegal se Viserion. Iksan vaoreznuni." You walk over to the chains and unlatch them. Their large bodies tower over your own, but you can feel that they mean no harm. Rhaegal nuzzles his chin on the top of your head, as if saying "I know". His green scales shine Viserion bellows out another flame. Altogether, you exit the cave.

"They don't seem agitated." Your mother stands back quite a ways; she knows that they would never harm her but they are very large creatures.

"No, they learned their lesson." You run a hand over Viserion's cream colored scales, looking into his golden eyes. "Daēz." Upon the last sound leaving your lips, the spread their massive wings and take off, spurring dust clouds at their feet.

"Hopefully the Bakugou boy is as caring as you are." She laughs as you both walk to the wagon. Kota stares at the beasts in the sky, marvelling at them as they sore and howl.

"If he's the only other person in this world who has one, then he better be taking care of it as if it were his child."

"There is a reason they call you Muña Zaldrīzoti, my dear." You both laugh for a second and you look up at her.

"I'm going to miss you." You take her hands in your own, and squeeze them. She reciprocates it by releasing your hands and going for a hug.

"You'll do great. I know it and so does your father." She squeezes her arms before releasing. "Now go off and do amazing things." Tears prick the corners of you eyes, but you hold them back as best you can. With one last glance at your smiling mother, you hop on the carriage next to Koda and start on your journey to Mereen.

Ñuhyz zaldrīzesse - My dragons

Ñuha riñar - My children

Iksan vaoreznuni - I'm sorry

Daēz - Be Free

Muña Zaldrīzoti - Mother of Dragons

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fangirl--of-everything · 6 years ago

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Everything They've Built (Warren Worthington III x Reader) part 5

Word Count: 4280

Request: nope

Chapter Warning: violence, swearing, teenagers fighting each other

Series Warning: violence, blood, occasional descriptions of gore, swearing, emotionally abused Warren (I will give specific chapter warnings for when each of these things occur in specific chapters)

A/N. I love this chapter. Please tell me what you guys think about it :)

(the masterlist and previous chapters are available on my blog under the tag “everything they’ve built”, because this site is being stupid and won’t let my posts show up in the search if they have links embedded in them)

Alright, enjoy :)

It took almost seven months. Seven months of planning, and fighting, and stolen discussions. Seven months of hiding, and secret glances, and whispered conversations. Seven months of waiting. And the worst part was, when it actually happened, they weren't prepared. Nothing went according to plan. (Y/n) and Warren has decided to keep the plan between the two of them and (y/n)'s little sister. Not that it really was much of a plan. The gist of it was to watch for any opportunity to escape, and take it. (Y/n) wouldn't leave without Alina, so the plan was that if they couldn't get to her, Warren should escape and bring the German police down on the club. He finally convinced her of just how powerful his father was back in America, and now she was convinced that they needed that power to tear down the small empire the humans had built. Warren knew they didn't need it. They could destroy it on their own. Alina kept an eye out from her place in the infirmary, making conversation with the other fighters and learning what she could. She would give the information to (y/n) or Warren whenever she was patching them up after a fight. She had taken quite a liking to Warren, and always gave him a smile whenever he came in. (Y/n) teased him about it constantly. She also warned him that if he broke her little sister's heart she would kill him. When they weren't planning and sharing information they trained. It was challenging since they couldn't practice against each other, but (y/n) taught him the best she could from the opposite cell. She wasn't technically a fighter herself, not one with any real training anyway, but she told him about the other mutants and their abilities, and how best to combat them. They realized he wasn't super prepared to fight most of the mutants in the arena. He was strong, and fast, but against someone who could shoot fire he couldn't really compete. He'd been in four fights so far, and he'd won, but only by sheer luck. Sure, he had big wings, but they couldn't be used offensively. Until (y/n) noticed something that changed that.

"What are those?" She asked abruptly.

"What?" He grunted, halfway through a push-up. His wings were stretched out, reaching straight up from his back. It was the only position in the cell where he could fully stretch his wings without electrocuting them. "Those." She gestured to his wings. "Those…" she waved her hand in the air, searching for the word. "Those, those things, on the top of your wings." He sat up, grabbing his shirt off the floor. "What are you talking about?" He lowered one wing, curving it so he could see what she was talking about. "That!" She cried, pointing. "That part without the feathers." He raised an eyebrow at her, taking his time to look over the length of his wing. He knew how much she hated waiting, and how frustrated she got when she couldn't find the right words, and he enjoyed making her suffer a little. She made him feel like an idiot a lot of the time, and it was nice to get payback. "Pieprzyć." She snapped, glaring at him. "You know what I'm talking about." "Yeah I do." He smiled at her. Shifting, he angled his wing closer. "You mean this right?" He tapped the bony protrusion on the top of his wing. "I don't know what they are. It's just bone or something." "Can you use them?" She asked. He shrugged. "I don't know. What would I use them for?" "If we can sharpen them you can use them as an attack." He nodded thoughtfully, taking a step back, away from the electrified cell door. He hopped a little on the balls of his feet, shook out his shoulder, and swung his arm, his wing with it. It sliced through the air. If there was someone in front of him, it was possible that the bone could do some serious damage. He grinned at her. She laughed-- his smile was contagious, it wasn't her fault. "Don't get too excited. You still suck." "I've won four fights!" He protested. "I've won sixty." She shot back. "If you want to get out of here you need to be careful. Don't assume you can always win." He didn't. So he trained hard, he learned everything he could about his opponents, and he got used to the feeling of blood on his hands. And he won. And the crowd loved him. (Y/n) had explained that it took more then just winning to get the crowd to love you. He couldn't just win and stalk off. He had to have a presence, something that made him stand out from the parade of bloody mutants they saw every night. She suggested that since he was an angel, he should be an angel of vengeance. So every time he fought he stalked around the cage, and he shouted about justice and crimes and retribution, all phrases (y/n) had taught him to say in German. The crowd ate it up. They had no idea what he was saying wasn't directed towards his opponent, it was directed towards them. He was going to destroy them all. Everything they've built. It became a mantra, something he and (y/n) said to each other every night, before a match, whenever the guards tried to play with them. They would look at each other, and mouth the words, and it made things just a little bit easier. -----/--/----- When the guards came for him, almost seven months after this had all started, she met his gaze, nodded, and mouthed the words, the way she always did. The guards gestured for him to back up, and he did. He learned early that it was useless to try anything. He just walked over to the concrete wall, rested his head against it, folded his wings against his back, and put his hands on the wall on either side of his head. The guard shoved him against the wall roughly, and Warren squeezed his eyes shut, trying to take steady breaths, as the man pressed against his back, grabbing him much more roughly then necessary. This was something he couldn't get used to. The guard yanked his arms down roughly, using zip ties to bind his wrists over top of his wings. "Turn around freak." The guard snapped in German. He shoved Warren hard against the wall, pushing his face into the concrete, and Warren squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw to keep from jerking back and kicking the guard's ass. Once the guard let him go he turned slowly, eyes locking on (y/n). He could see the muscle in her jaw twitch, her hands were clenching and unclenching, sparks falling onto the floor. Her tail swishing angrily. Her eyes were burning. They dragged him out of the cell and he turned to look at her over his shoulder. "It's okay." He mouthed. She nodded. "Everything they've built." "Everything they've built." He repeated. "Good luck." He nodded. "I'll see you later." She nodded. Her tail flicked back, hitting the small cassette player against the wall, and Warren smiled when Metallica started blasting from the device. Having the love of the crowd earned mutants certain perks. They had music and slightly better food. They also got hit slightly more regularly, God forbid they get it in their heads that they were worth anything or had any sort of power or control. It did mean that Warren got to spend time with Alina though. She always got flustered when he was around, stammering and blushing and keeping her head down. And she said his name a lot. It felt good, since him and (y/n) had taken to calling each other by their stage names for the most part. He couldn't say why. Maybe they wanted to keep their real names, their real identities, separate from this place. Warren allowed himself to be led from the holding area and into the ring. They cut the zip ties around his wrists and shoved him inside. He was the main fighter tonight, the reigning champion, and they gave him a minute to hype up the crowd. "Are you ready?" He shouted in German, earning loud screams. "Are you ready assholes? Alright let's do this!"

When the guards pulled in his first opponent he felt a rush of adrenaline, and he bounced on the balls of his feet. He didn't enjoy fighting, he didn't like killing people, but this buzz of adrenaline he got before a fight was the closest thing to a high, to any sort of strong feeling that wasn't pain or anger he got to feel anymore. He could even convince himself it was a positive feeling. Sometimes he did too good a job and found himself enjoying what he was doing. Fighting was a way to release his fury with the guards, with his situation. It was twisted, but punching another mutant meant he didn't have to punch someone else, and escape the beating that followed. The first few fights were easy. It was to build him up, and to make easy money. It wasn't until the fourth opponent that he was even a little challenged. The girl spit poison, which made things complicated. His wings were like a big target. He handled it though. She couldn't spit poison once he shattered her jaw. The sixth opponent was the first one he killed. The kid wouldn't stay down. He looked at the guards, asking one of them to shock the kid and get him out of there, but instead he got a small nod. That was the worst part. Some people bet money not just on the winner, but on which mutant would survive. When there was enough money in it the guards had the winner kill the loser. It was one of the hardest moments. After that things went smoothly, until opponent number eleven. Warren had never fought more than eight rounds before-- usually the crowd got bored of the same person winning over and over, and got angry at all the money they were losing. But apparently today the guards wanted him to fight all fifteen rounds. His tally on the floor-- his trademark-- grew bigger and bigger, and he bounced on the balls of his feet, waiting for number eleven. "The only thing that can take on an angel, is the devil himself." The announcer shouted in German. Warren rolled his eyes, bouncing on the balls of his feet and shaking out his shoulders. His wings rustled against his back. "Ladies and gentlemen, the amazing, the fantastic, Nightcrawler!" They brought in a cage-- Warren had forgotten that some of the opponents tonight would be new-- and threw one of the strangest mutants he'd ever seen into the ring. Maybe not, he spent most of his time with a girl covered in scales, but still. This kid was pretty strange looking. He was blue, for one, covered in strange markings that if Warren had to guess were self-inflicted, and had a blue tail flicking behind him. Warren gave him a second to look around and scramble to his feet before he lunged, wing curving, the sharpened bone aimed for the kid's face. But when he swung the kid wasn't there. He stumbled forward and heard the other mutant shout as he hit the electrified wall of the cage. He vanished, popping up a few feet further down the fence, vanishing, reappearing, over and over until finally letting go and falling to the ground. The cage flickered and sparked. The crowd booed. -----/--/----- (Y/n) bobbed her head to the heavy metal music, but her mind stayed locked on Warren as she listened to the muted cheering of the crowd outside. She knew they had brought someone from outside, a mutant from a circus, and she didn't trust it. She had heard some things that made her wary. Not to mention the fact that Warren was extremely cocky. He was going to get himself killed. And yes, she did worry about that every time he went to fight. It wasn't her fault. He got hurt often and he thought he was invincible. She turned up the music to tune out the sounds of her worrying. She had to admit, American rock music was pretty good. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the screaming singers for hours, until a very real scream made her eyes snap open. She was on her feet in a second, eyes locked on the door. "What's going on?" She asked the mutant a few cells down in German. "What's happening?" The furry mutant shrugged. A low hum went through the room, and the lights flickered. Something shifted in the air, and it took (y/n) a second to realize that it was the lack of electricity. She grabbed the door of her cell, expecting to be shocked, and felt nothing. She grinned. This was it. This was their chance. She kicked the mesh door, once, twice, three times, and it came crashing down. She ran out, pausing when the lights hummed back on and a crackle of static flooded back into the room. She looked at the other mutants, many of whom were watching her with wide eyes, before running past them. She had to get to the medic bay. -----/--/----- "High voltage!" The announcer shouted. "Sorry mutants." Warren shook out his wings, resisting the urge to give the guy the finger, turning his attention back to the mutant. He wanted to get this done fast. He was tired and his wings hurt. He just wanted to pass out to some music. He ran, using his wings to give him speed, and glided around the ring, wing swinging towards the kid. It hit empty air and he stumbled, grunting when he hit the ground. It took a second to adjust his balance. He spun with a growl, eyes darting around the ring until he found the little monster hiding up in the rafters. "Alright." Warren said to himself, shaking out his wings. "I can get up there too you know." It only took two strong beats of his wings, and he landed on the beam in front of the kid. His balance had improved over the past several months, and he was able to stand, and fight, on the narrow plank. He lunged for the kid, this time using his fist, and the other mutant used his tail to swing under the rafter and land further away. Warren glanced down to see the guards shifting, hands on their guns. The crowd wasn't cheering anymore, they were shouting for blood. And not just the blue kid's either. He needed to turn this around. "Hold still you little shit!" He growled, crouching low. The boy's eyes widened, and in a poof of smoke he disappeared. Warren looked down to see him standing in the centre of the ring. "For fuck's sake." He sighed, using his wings to drop. His wing swung like a club, and the kid disappeared again, popping up behind him. Warren whirled around. The guards were pacing around the cage now, and the crowd was throwing things. The kid didn't get it. Warren beating the crap out of him was better then them both dying. He wasn't going to die after almost seven months because this blue bastard wouldn’t fight. It wasn't happening. "Fight or they'll kill us both!" He shouted desperately, gesturing to the guards. The boy's eyes widened with understanding as he looked at the guards. Then he disappeared again. "Fuck." -----/--/----- When (y/n) entered the main corridor she had to duck back to avoid three men running towards the cells. There was no way that they wouldn't see her, so she shifted on the balls of her feet, crouching low, tail flicking behind her. The first guard came into her reach, and she grabbed his gun, lifting it so the spray of bullets were fired into the ceiling instead of her. She rammed the gun into his face, then snapped his neck. Her tail flicked out and wrenched the gun from the second guards hands, and she spun, catching him around the neck. It broke easily. The third guard was the biggest threat, as he had time to prepare. She crouched low, turning her body, so the bullets aimed for her chest bounced off her scales. She sprang up and wrenched the gun from his hands. He had a knife pulled out of his belt in an instant, and he brought it slashing down. It bounced off the shock collar around her neck, and for the first time in her life she was grateful for the clunky metal torture device. She snapped the guard's wrist, and the the knife fell from his hand. Her tail wrapped around the guard's other wrist, wrenching his hand away from the remote that would turn on the shock collar, and her hand locked around his neck. Later she would be afraid of the pleasure she felt when her palm burst into flames, but in the moment the guard's screams felt good. She dropped the charred body and sprinted towards the sickbay, only getting about ten feet before she heard footsteps. More guards then she could easily take out. She backed up, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She had to get to her sister. More footsteps thundered in the hall, and she screamed in frustration, turning and running in the other direction. She would come back once she had Warren to help her. "Fight! Or they'll kill us both!" Warren's voice rang out over the screaming crowd. She ran out into the fighting arena in time to see a blue mutant appear behind Warren and wrap his tail around Warren's neck. She shoved her way through the crowd, burning people if necessary, struggling to force her way to the ring as Warren was thrown around, dragged across an electrified fence. She reached the cage as Warren stumbled to his feet, left wing limp and burnt, fury in his eyes. "I'm sorry!" The other mutant shouted, hands raised to ward off a beating. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Warren stalked forward like a predator, something animal in his eyes. He actually wanted to hurt the kid. There was a hum and the lights flickered, one bulb exploding. The crackle of static disappeared again, and the blue mutant teleported outside of the cage. An alarm screamed. "Angel!" (Y/n) shouted, waving her arms at him. His eyes stayed locked on the other mutant for a second before shifting to her. "Time to go!" He nodded, jumping into the air. His lift was lopsided and his left wing moved awkwardly, his face contorting in pain. He grabbed one of the panels a few feet in the air and yanked it from the wall of the cage, heaving himself out and dropping gracelessly to the ground. By this point people were running, and screaming, because oh god the mutants were free! It made it much harder for (y/n) to get to Warren. Setting her hands on fire did seem to do the trick. People leapt out of her way, shouting for the guards, and praying to their gods at the sight of the demon in their midst. She rolled her eyes and shot a jet of fire at a man who got too close. Even with the fire, and her visible mutation, the crowd was still too thick and hysterical for her to make enough headway. She couldn't see over the crowd, and was left being swept along, shoved by men much bigger than her. She had just decided it was time to start killing to get her way, when a hand grabbed her arm. She spun, tail wrapping around her attacker's throat, and Warren arched an eyebrow, smirking. He tried to shout something over the crowd, but she couldn't hear it over all the screaming. He tugged her forward hard, and she slammed into his chest. He spun, dragging her with him, his elbow catching one of the guards in the jaw. "Move!" He shouted in her ear, pushing her forward. "I've got a way out." "Nie!" She looked at him over her shoulder. "No, we're going the wrong way. We have to get Alina." "We can't." He pushed her through the crowd. "We have to leave now." "Nie!" She dug in her heels. "I'm not leaving without her." "We'll come back for her, I promise." His eyes locked on hers. "We won't leave her here. We just can't get to her right now. We have to get out of here." She shook her head stubbornly. She was not leaving her baby sister here. Warren growled, arm wrapping around her waist, actually lifting her off the ground. He dragged her a few feet to the side, lunging forward and catching the blue mutant's tail as it swept through the air. The world jerked violently, and (y/n) stumbled to the side, disorientation and nausea leaving her confused. She blinked, trying to shake it off, in time to see Warren get elbowed in the face and land on his ass. She hissed automatically and spun to see only smoke where seconds ago a blond woman had been. "What the fuck just happened?" She snapped, turning to look at Warren who was just struggling to his feet. "We have to go back." He winced, rubbing a hand over his face. "English please." She hadn't realized she switched to Polish. "We need to go back. Now." Warren shook his head. "What we need to do is haul ass. We gotta get out of here before the guards show up." He took a step forward, reaching for her arm. She took a step back and shook her head. "No. I'm not going anywhere until we save my sister." "(Y/n) you have to listen--" She heard movement to their left and grabbed his arm, tugging him down and shoving him into the space between two buildings. He hissed as his injured wing rubbed up against the brick wall, but he curled them close against his back and followed her lead, the two of them squeezing into the small space. When two guards came running into the alley, Warren grabbed her tail, tugging it out of the lamplight. She curled it around his wrist and he shifted, putting his back between them and the guards. His wings were pulled tightly against his back, head lowered, shoulders hunched, trying to make himself as small as possible. His forehead rested against the top of her head. Her face was pressed into his shirt, fistfuls of the fabric clenched tightly in each of her hands. It may appear as if they were hiding, afraid of being discovered, but in truth they clung to each other to keep from attacking the guards and tearing them limb from limb. Warren's body actually shook with the need to tear them apart, and he clenched his jaw, grip tightening on (y/n)'s tail. He could feel the heat of her hands through his shirt, and her tail twitched angrily in his grip. She wanted to fight them too. "Listen." Warren breathed as the guards ran out of earshot. "We can't take them all on ourselves. Let's give it a few days, call the cops, and then go look for Alina okay?" Her jaw worked as she thought about it. She shook her head against his chest. "I'm not leaving her there. We shouldn't have left without her. I shouldn't have left without her." "Hey." Warren nudged her side. She looked up at him, mind obviously at war. "Hey," Warren shifted, shoulders hunching, forcing her to look at him. She glared, but her gold eyes were glowing, pupils bigger then he'd ever seen them. She was scared. "Listen to me." He said quietly. "You didn't leave her there okay? I grabbed you and dragged you out. You couldn't fight me off, I'm too awesome." She rolled her eyes and snorted, and he gave her a small smile. "Don't worry okay? We'll go back, tomorrow even, and we'll get her. Okay?" She bit her lip, nodding hesitantly. "Obietnica?" "Yeah." He nodded. "Yeah I promise. Now let's get out of here and find somewhere to crash. My back is killing me." "I'm sorry," She apologized as they wiggled out of the small space. "I forgot. Are you okay? Your wing…" she reached out, fingers brushing the burnt feathers, and he winced as the muscles in his back constricted painfully at the contact. "Pierdolić! I'm so sorry." She took three full steps back, hands up, going so far as to look him squarely in the eyes, as of merely looking at his wings would be enough to make them hurt. "What can I do?" "I'm fine." Warren groaned, forcing himself to stand up straight despite the pain shooting through his wing and back. "I'm okay honestly. I can power through it til we get Alina and she fixes it. Don't worry." "You sure?" She asked, studying him. He nodded. "Yeah. I'm good." He took a step forward and found that his balance was off. She was there in a second, arm-- and tail-- sliding around his waist. She kept her hand low, far from his wing, and her thumb rubbed soothing circles against his spine. "I just need a nap. Then we'll go find your sister. I promise."

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virgofabreakdown · 6 years ago

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Chapter One - Double Lives AU

Prologue | Next Chapter

One Year Later

Patton's POV

Blackberry Cafe 2:30 PM

"Virgil, where are the rest of the cookies from this batch?"

"What do you mean?" Virgil shouted from the bathroom. "That's all of the ones from that batch."

"What do you mean that's all the cookies from that batch?! The recipe makes over 30 cookies, but there's only 2!"

"I just sampled some of the cookie dough!"

"Some?"

"Most of the cookie dough..."

"For the love, Virgil. Why?" Ding! The bell at the front of the store rang across the store.

"Hello, welcome to Blackberry Cafe. Can I help you - oh, hi Roman!"

"Hey Pat, can I get the usual?"

Virgil came out of the back, "depends, are you gonna pay this time?"

"Probably not," he admits. I package up two cookies and three scones and hand them to him.

"Two chocolate chip cookies and three rosemary ham and cheese scones, on the house!"

"Patton, no," Virgil sighs. "I was trying to get him to pay for once. He can't just always get free food."

"That's just the perks of having an little brother who owns a cafe," Roman states with a wink.

"Plus, if I didn't give it to him, he probably wouldn't eat until dinner."

"Well maybe that would teach him to pack a lunch," Virgil reasoned. "Or better yet, actually pay."

"But he's hungry..." I pout at him for a minute before Roman cleared his throat.

"So, guys, me and Logan are going on a date tonight, if you guys are interested in joining us...?" Virgil looks at me. "It's up to you guys, of course, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

He trailed off, looking at the two of us. I shrugged, "I have work off tonight, so it shouldn't be a problem for me. What do you think Virg?"

"I don't think I have work. Sure, why not," Virgil looked at me with a smile. "We could use a date night anyway."

Roman gave us a big smile. "So, we've got a reservation for nine, so let's plan to meet up at my place around...eight, eight thirty?"

"Wait, you were planning on us coming?" Virgil sighed in frustration over the fact that his brother made the reservation without knowing if they could come. "Let's do eight, just to be on the safe side."

"Awesome," Roman said, walking towards the door. "See you later, then?"

"See you later!" I shout, waving to him.

"I can't believe he didn't ask us first! What if we couldn't have made it?"

"Then they would have a slightly bigger table," I say. Virgil looked very worked up. "It's fine."

"Yeah, but still."

"Now," I say, placing a hand on my hip. "Mind sharing why exactly you ate almost an entire batch of cookie dough?"

Time Skip

The Black-Berry Residence 7:30 PM

"Hey Virg? What do you think of this tie?" I shout across the apartment.

"I don't know, it would be a lot easier to tell if you weren't on the other side of the house." He sounded stressed.

I walk out of our bedroom into the living room and do a little twirl. "How do I look?"

Virgil seemed to be at a lack for words. "You look great," Virgil admitted. I wasn't wearing much, just some slacks and a loose blouse. I added a small blue bow to match my shirt. It was slightly fancier than my usual attire, but Virgil seemed to like it. We stared at each other for a moment. Nothing was said, but a comfortable silence filled the air. And then my phone rang. It pierced through the air with a certain, yet annoying ring.

I sighed, "one second." I picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, we need you to come in." I walked back into bedroom.

"I'm sorry, what?!"

"Look, I'm sorry, sir, but we need you to come in."

"No way, it's date night!" I protest. "I've got plans. Call someone else in."

"It is imperative that you come in to work," the man on the other end insisted.

"What could be so important that you need me too come in on my one day off," I demanded. "I mean, honestly, it's bad enough that -"

"Dracowitch. We have a lead on Dracowitch."

"Draco -" I shout, before lowering my voice. "Dracowitch? But how? He's been off the radar for months now."

"Which is why you need to come in. You are the best man we have."

I sighed, "fine. You better be paying overtime for this."

"Once the job is done, we will. But you must get here as soon as possible."

"I'll be there."

"Good. Farewell, and may you be fruitful."

"As to help the company grow," I say, finishing our company motto, before hanging up. Walking back into the living room, "so bad news," I look at Virgil, who had just hung up a from his own phone call. "Oh, who was that?"

"What, oh, I was just on the phone with Roman. So, what were you saying?"

"Oh, yeah. Unfortunately, I just got called into work. They need someone at the shelter for a few hours. Something about someone being delayed at the airport...? I don't know. All I know, is that I have to go to work because no one else answered the call." I felt bad lying to Virg, but I couldn't just tell him the truth. Honestly, I wanted to tell him the truth, I really did, but it was against the rules and could put him in danger. If something were to happen to him because of me, I couldn't live with the guilt.

"Oh, that sucks," he says. "Honestly, I want looking forward to sitting in a fancy restaurant and paying 50 bucks for spaghetti, anyway."

He was trying to make me feel better about the whole situation, bless his heart. This is why I love him, he was willing to do anything to make me happy and that, I lived for. Virgil restores my faith in humanity, no matter what happens, he finds a way to cheer me up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it's fine. I'll call Roman back and explain. You go to work."

"Okay. Thank you." I head back into the bedroom for the third time that night to get changed. I get changed and grab my bag. "I love you," I say giving him a quick kiss.

"Love you, too. Now, go take care of those dogs like no one had taken care of them before!"

I giggle. "Be back in a few hours!" I say before closing the door.

Virgil's POV

Patton closed the door. I look out the window, watching for his car to leave. A blue Prius passes by the window. Correction, Patton's blue Prius passes by the window. I watch as it rounds the corner. Poor Patton. I knew he was looking forward to this. We hardly get to go on dates anymore.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Someone was calling me. Again. The first time was Roman and now it was, I look at the caller ID, work. Of course, work always picks the worst times to call. I hesitate for a moment, before picking up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, you need come here, like right now," the person on the other line spoke quickly and sharply, while also sounding rather rushed.

"What? Why?"

"We got a lead on Dracowitch and they put Morality on it. You're his backup, so you need to get here."

"Are they sure it's Dracowitch?"

"Yep. And this is the only good lead we've had in weeks, if not months."

"Alright, I'll be there in about half an hour."

"I said now."

"That's the soonest I cam be there," I insist.

"You live approximately eight minutes away, therefore you will be here in ten minutes. This is more than enough time."

"Fine, I'll be there in a few."

"Be there in five. Farewell and help guide the path."

"To lead the company to greatness."

And with that, I grabbed the keys to my car, a dark blue Honda, and ran out the door. I hopped down the flight of stairs at the front door and popped the trunk. Taking out an extra shirt, I close the trunk and climb in the car.

I hate my job, I really do. If I had the choice to just stay home, I would, but the bakery doesn't bring in enough money. So, I work for the 'print shop' and Patton has been helping by working at the local animal shelter.

My real job most definitely pays well, but it's not something that I would openly tell people about. Even if it wouldn't result in me getting fired. I am...a hacker, in a way. The term that the company hired us under is 'Personal Guide'. Which was true, we do guide people, just not the disabled and elderly. Think more along the lines of hitmen and assassins.

Our job is simple. Aide our assigned partner through their missions by briefing them on the mission, hacking into the security of buildings, giving them directions, and letting them know if anyone was up ahead. Typical hacker things. Oh, and keeping track of their location, incase they need backup. Typically, your partner will need backup occasionally, four to five months is the company average. But I've never had to call backup. Maybe it's luck, but I'm almost certain it's not.

I believe it's my partner, rather than luck. He is literally the best assassin this company has. When they paired us up, everyone was curious as to why. Based on all the rumors flying around, this guy was a legend. No one truly understood why he had been paired with a newbie with no prior experience in anything related to computers or the company.

Until they saw us work together. We just clicked. I would have locked doors slide open as he approached them, as he responded with the witty pun that made me groan. In the middle of missions, we shared our stories about life outside of the company. We'd swap jokes and recipes, recommend restaurants for the other to try, we literally would just talk about anything. Morality, as he was called, was the only thing that made this horrible job worthwhile.

Our current target was an online personality by the name of Dracowitch. It seemed to be a German, or possibly Russian name, seeing as it was pronounced Draco-vitch. They've been untraceable, up until now.

I pull up to the print shop. Even though the store was a small local business, it seemed to be bustling with life. The lights were on and about half a dozen people were running around doing various things.

Taking a deep breath in, I walk inside and straight to the counter, where a man sat, attempting to hide the fact that he was watching cartoons with a book. I cleared my throat, before simply giving him a "hey."

"Ah, Mr. Black-Berry. I don't believe you have work tonight," the man said, pausing his show and closing his book.

"Got called in."

"I see, your husband must be mad."

"Doesn't know, he got called in too, so I left after he did."

"Be careful with that. Do it one too many times, you'll get accused of cheating. I did that once and she signed us up for therapy."

"Oh, how is the Mrs.?"

"She's fine. Been a bit better since therapy."

"That's good. Well, have a good night, Larry. Say hi to Dot for me!"

"Will do!" And with that he pressed a button under his desk. The door behind him slid open, revealing an elevator to the basement.

End of Chapter One.

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Can I get UT, UF Sans + US, SF Papyrus reacting to a close friend texting them and asking if they've eaten dinner, the skelly hasn't eaten in a while and replies with something like "nah, i'm already too fat/i'm tryna lose the weight of my problems" and the friend never replies back. Five minutes later the door to their house bursts open and the friend is there with bags of food and aggressively yells "I SPRINTED THROUGH MULTIPLE BLOCKS AND YOU'RE GONNA F'KIN EAT, YA HEAR ME!?"

Okay so sorry for all the texting in this, but I can’t explain how much I love domestic texting between friends. This turned into small drabbles btw and sorry if they didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to, I got carried away.

I also put a keep reading on this, I think I’m going to start doing that on the very long posts. Tell me if it doesn’t work on mobile and I’ll remove it or try and work around it.

UT!Sans: -When he gets the first message he just thinks you’re looking to invite him out for some grub, but he’s honestly not feeling like heading to Grillby’s right now. Still, he doesn’t see any reason to lie to you. So he sends a quick message back.

5:21 pm - nah, but my bones are big enough already. dont need extra weight on them.

He waits for a few minutes. Nothing happens. Did you just forget to reply back? It says that you read it… He figures that you probably just forgot though, or you headed out for dinner by yourself. He’s content with this reasoning as he turns back to the TV, sinking deep into the couch cushions. He gets two more minutes of TV watching before the front door is slammed open, and for a second he’s sure that Undyne is here, until you step into his line of vision. Your face is red and you’re trying to catch your breath. You also have a slight manic look on your face that is making him question if it’d be wise to ask why you’re here.

‘’Um… Y/N?’’ he says trying to make sense of your messy form.

You’re still panting as you set two delicious smelling bags on the coffee table in front of him. You bend over and put your hands on your knees, breathing almost normally now.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ he asks again.

You look up at him, takes a deep breath while you straighten yourself and then from nowhere you yell at him.

‘’I JUST SPRINTED THROUGH MULTIPLE BLOCKS AFTER GETTING THIS FOOD AND YOU ARE GOING TO EAT IT OR SO HELP ME!’’ you yell angrily with a fierce look in your eyes.

Normally he’d say a joke, or argue just for the fun of it. But your eyes are showing genuine concern, and you did go out of your way to make sure he’d eat. So instead he moves over on the couch and pats the seat next to him.

‘’Jeez, kid. Talk about home delivery,’’ he laughs while looking away from you.

You make your way over to him and plop down on the couch with a sigh. Leaning back and stretching out your limbs you make a grabby gesture for the bags, which are still sitting on the table. He smiles wryly and gestures with his hand making the bags float towards you. You grab one of them with a contented smile and then rips it open, digging in on whatever is inside. Handing him the left over ketchup packets, which he stores in his pocket for later use. He does the same and you both turn to face the TV. When you’ve finished the meals, you both sit in a comfortable silence. Enjoying each other’s presence while watching one stupid show after the other.

He can’t help but feel like this is the kind of friendship he’s always wanted.

UF!Sans: - An annoying electronic chime woke him up from his sleep. He grunted and fumbled around in complete darkness until his hand felt something hard on his bed. Reaching out he grabbed ahold of his phone and tried to find the home screen button. He winced when the bright light blinded him, trying to cover his eye sockets. Swearing, he turned the brightness down and opened his new text message. Your contact named showed up as the phone loaded your recent conversation, you’d sent him a couple of texts while he’d been asleep and he read through them carefully.

6:34 pm - Yo Red, what’d you eat for dinner today?

6:44 pm - RED

6:46 pm - Red answer me I need to know

6:47 pm - Did you fall asleep again?

6:58 pm - Okay that’s it, I’m coming over and I’m bringing food. You better be up and ready or I am dragging your bony butt out of bed

Wait you were doing what? He looked at the time. 7:00 pm. Shit you’d be here soon. He threw himself off the bed, but his legs got tangled in the bed sheets and instead of standing up, he fell on the floor face first. Grunting he tried to get up, when he heard someone knock on the front door. Panicking he flailed around even more, managing to get the sheets stuck between his fibula and tibula. He stood up on one leg, and hopped around while trying to untangle himself from his prison of bedsheets and blankets. Just as he was standing there bent forward and hopping on one leg, the door opened. He looked up like a deer in headlights and saw you standing in his door opening. Flushed face, panting and desperately trying to hold back a grin.

‘’The fuck you lookin’ at,’’ he grunted as he once again fought to get free.

‘’Oh nothing-’’ you said, leaning against the doorframe -’’just enjoying the performance.’’

He muttered something that sounded like a quiet fuck you, and then finally got his leg free and stood up straight. Stretching, he managed to pop his back in a few places and he grunted in satisfaction. He walked past you and into his living room. Turning to look as you followed him out.

‘’Did ya bring food?’’ he asked.

‘’Yes,’’ you replied simply. ‘’And you are going to eat it’’

‘’I don’t need any more food, I’m heavy enough as it is.’’

You turned around and gave him a dangerously calm look.

‘’I just sprinted through a lot of blocks to get you this food,’’ you said walking closer to him. ‘’And you are going to eat every. last. fucking. bit. You hear me?’’ Your voice was low and almost threatening, and your eyes gleamed of determination.

He never thought that he’d call his small human friend scary, but that look you were giving him chilled him to the bones. And the smell of the food broke his will down, you bought him food for hells sake. He wasn’t about to turn that down.

‘’Fine,’’ he muttered and sat down on the couch.

You smiled and joined him, tossing him one of the bags while opening your own. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the TV playing in front of you both. It wasn’t until you had both finished your food and was sat quietly watching the show that a thought entered his head. He never gave you a key to his flat…

‘’How the hell did you get in here??’’

US!Papyrus: Papyrus sucks at looking after himself. And he never pays attention to when he should be sleeping or eating. Meaning that when he’s up playing video games in the middle of the night, it’s safe to presume that he has not been eating anything other than a few snacks for the past hours. This night was one of those nights.

He just never bothered to keep track of time.

He did know that it was late, though. Way too late for anyone to be texting him. Which is why he jumped when his phone went off next to him on the floor.

He glanced at it quickly but then looked back at the TV, doing his best not to die before the event had been completed. About five seconds from pulling through, someone shot him from behind and he fought the urge to yell in frustration as his characters sank down on the ground. He flopped backwards with a sigh and lifted his phone to read the message. Smiling slightly when he saw your name on the screen.

12:54 am - Heyyy you up?

Were you drunk or bored? Scientists can’t tell he thought and snorted at his own joke. He typed out a lazy text and waited a few seconds on your reply.

1:01 am - yea im up

1:02 am - Can’t sleep?

1:02 am - wasnt tryin, you?

1:03 am - Me neither, what’d you eat today?

1:04 am - I dont think i ate anything tbh, why

No reply. Did you fall asleep or just ditch him? He should probably go to bed then. But he can’t be bothered to get off the floor. And he’s not feeling tired enough to fall asleep where he is. Maybe he should just stay there for a while. Meditate or something.

His phone chimed again and he unlocked it as he lifted it to his face

1:09 am - Open your door

1:10 am - what ?

1:10 am - I am outside your house, open the front door or I’m climbing through your window

There was no way you were outside his house. And he didn’t feel like getting up and walking into the prank willingly

1:11 am - i call bluff on this

He waited for your comeback, where you’d desperately try and get him to go out and check the front of his house. But he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t about to let you own him like that, he’s not stupid.

A knock on the window made him jump and scramble to his feet. You sat on the roof under his window in a crouch. When you saw that you had grabbed his attention you started frantically gesturing for the lock. He stared at you for a while, to your obvious irritation, until he walked forwards and opened the window. You jumped in and opened your backpack on the floor, pulling out two bags of take out food. You checked the content of them both, and then handed him one while you started eating from yours. He took it from you but continued staring at you.

‘’Are you going to open it?’’ you asked with your mouth full of food.

‘’It’s the middle of the night,’’ he said. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’I wanted take out food. And I wanted to eat it with you. And since you’re so stupid that you can’t even get your own food, I decided to bring it to you,’’ you said simply, still munching away on your food.

He sat down in front of you, but still didn’t touch his bag. You looked up at him, and this time you looked even more irritated then before.

‘’Listen dude, I worked hard for that food, so you better fucking eat it,’’ you said in an angry voice.

‘’Listen dude,’’ he said mimicking your voice. ‘’I’m trying to loose the weight of my problems here.’’ He tried giving you the food back.

Your eyes widened a little, and your face softened. You leaned forward and pushed the bag back into his hands.

‘’Please eat, Papy,’’ you said in a much softer voice, your eyes almost pleading.

Deciding to give up he sat beside you and picked at the contents of his bag. For take out food, it looked surprisingly non greasy. Still good though. He picked it up and started eating, while reaching for his TV remote to put on some night tv. You ate in silence for a while, until you stood up and flopped down on his bed. He did the same and crawled over you so he was laying facing the wall. Saying your goodnights, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

He woke up the next day to an empty bed and an open window.

SF!Papyrus: When Rus gets in a low mood, taking care of himself doesn’t seem all that important. He’s not lazy, really. More apathetic. Doing chores and errands for his brother and superior keeps his mind busy and his hands occupied, letting him get through the day a little easier. But when he’s alone at night, everything becomes a little harder. And self care turns into a chore he’s not motivated enough to do.

He’d rather just wrap himself in a blanket and quietly suffer in silence, waiting it out. Hoping to feel a little better soon.

Alone…

He’s drifted off to sleep without even noticing, dreamless and exhausted despite it not even being 5 pm yet. When he slowly drifts back to conscousness he feels like he could sleep for a week more. But something woke him up, and he should probably see what that was.

His phone lights up with a soft ding. Showing two text notification and several others from social media. Grunting softly, he flipped over and reached out for it. Fumbling before his fingers got a good grip. He brought the phone closer to him, trying to unlock it while rubbing the sleep off his face. He got the passcode wrong three times before he managed to steady his hand enough to tap it in. Insisting on doing it with his thumb instead of holding the thing with both hands.

Your name shows up on the screen, along with the many emojis you’d used when you added yourself as a contact on his phone. He feels like smiling at the thought, but he’s too tired to move his face. So he starts reading the messages you sent him instead.

5:07 pm - Hey Papyrus

5:07 pm - What’d you have for dinner today?

He wants to type out some made up bullshit and go back to sleep. But you don’t deserve lies when you’re showing concern. This thought actually makes him smile, you’re so sweet.

5:10 pm - Haven’t eaten yet

Good, that wasn’t a lie. But he still wouldn’t worry you enough for you to take action. Meaning he could go back to sleep again.

5:10 pm - Papyrus you have to eat!!!!

Or not…

5:11 pm - I’m on a diet, it’s called ‘’how to loose the weight of your problems by not eating’’

That probably wasn’t the smartest thing to send you he thought. Shit he didn’t want to worry you before, why would he send you that. Like this wasn’t going to make you worry. God that was so stupid.

His phone made another sound, you’d sent him another message.

5:13 pm - Ok that’s it

Wait what

5:13 pm - what

What the hell were you doing? He flopped down onto the bed and put a hand over his eye sockets. Whatever it was he’d started now, he wasn’t feeling up for it. He honestly just wanted to go back to sleep. But instead he waited for your message, where you would explain what was going on. It never came. And eventually he felt his eyes slowly start creeping together. And his hand slid away from his face, coming to a rest on his pillow as he turned his body sideway. A minute later and he was sound asleep, snoring softly while curled around himself.

A sound woke him up, much louder than the first time. He sat up as he heard footsteps approaching. Expecting it to be his brother, he started to frantically straighten his clothing, intending to appear as if he hadn’t been asleep for the last god knows how long.

The footsteps were even closer now.

Suddenly his door flew open, slamming into his wall and most likely leaving a mark in the drywall. You stormed in, closed the door just as hard as you’d pushed it open, and then stormed over to him.

‘’I-’’ you started while still marching towards him-’’just ran like a hundred blocks to get you this food, so you are going to eat every last bit!’’ Your voice was loud and you sounded close to angry.

He blinked at you for a few seconds. ‘’I didn’t need food,’’ he said finally. His quiet voice a contrast to your own.

‘’I don’t care,’’ you answered. ‘’Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten all day. And even if you have, you’re still eating dinner. Now move over and make some room for me’’

You hopped up in his bed before he got a chance to follow orders. And then you threw one of the bags in his direction, before you opened your own. He caught his bag midair and held it in his hands for a few moments. Then he resigned. Leaning over he grabbed his laptop and set it up on his nightstand, putting on his recently watched show on netflix. He figured that he’d have to right to choose the entertainment after you practically broke into his apartment. Besides, he knew that you had seen the show already.

You both ate in a comfortable silence, caught up in the show. Every now and then, he would glance back at you. Study you. He knew humans could be loyal, a trait that had mostly been lost by monsters. And he didn’t doubt that your concerns were genuine. But in his quiet curiosity one question always came back to him.

Why did you care so much?

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