#what??? why the fuck is the passage of time like this??? we're being attacked.

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We have also just finished a replay of Pokemon Super Mystery Dungeon. We highly recommend playing this game! We are being attacked by a game that we last beat several years ago when it first came out, where we went in knowing nothing of the story and went out having been dealt a physical blow to our heart. Very fun game. For legal reasons how to obtain it is A Mystery For Sure but you should play it.

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My unasked watch through of The Idol episode 2 *SPOILERS*

the warning has already made me even more nervous (yes i know there was a warning in the last episode, but this one is ehhhhhhhhhh)

i stg if he actually does do some dirty talking shit in this, i don't think i can finish. i get second hand embarrassment terribly

i do not like jane adams. like at all.

NOT THE EUPHORIA TEXT FONT LMAOOO COME UP WITH SOMETHING NEW

ooh girl, he ain't picking up? oop

oooohhhhhhhhh, this is when her mother died. scratch what i said before then

wait, when did her mom die? she said she was inspired last night so that obviously means that this picks up the day after the events of last episode. I thought this was a flashback I'm so confused.

YOU STARTED THE SONG OFF WITH MOANING?????? GIRL YOU ARE NOT DONNA SUMMER

honestly the original version was great fck anyone who doesn't think it was

leia nodding to it like the bestie she is, YOU COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE HER

if that was me showing my team a new version of a song, i'd be standing there shitting bricks pls

00000000KKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY that was....some transition. at least the beginning scene ain't 20 minutes this time

damn i gotta mute this, my mom's in the other room lol

oh we're back cool

WHY IS NIKKI ALWAYS ATTACKING XANDER BACK OFF BITCH

managers/agents/record labels probably act like this in real life. if she don't like it, she don't like it. she's the one making you money dummy

LEIA SAY SOMETHING (i know she won't bc she's a shy girly) PLS

THIS MAN STILL ISN'T PICKING UP HIS PHONE GIRL YOU'RE BEING PLAYED

so Chaim is like the dad figure for her aww

why am i enjoying this

the new version of the song sounds like it could be played in step up with all that breathing. i can see them doing a chest pump with it Imao

"why'd you play them the song?" SHUT UP BRO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ANSWERING HER TEXTS WTF WERE YOU DOING????????

YOU'RE PHONE WAS ON SILENT PLS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BRO I CAN'T STAND YOU

we don't even know the passage of time because that damn studio has no windows BUT HE LEFT HIS PHONE ON FUCKING SILENT BRO

• i'm just typing angrily on my keyboard right now, this man has me so heated

if i was jocelyn, i would not have answered bc you just ghosted me after we had that good good and applesauce and NOW YOU WANNA TALK?

at least the scenes are progressing faster than the pilot

izaak is def...ya know💅🏿

DID HE JUST INTERRUPT HER?? AFTER SHE'S BEEN TRYING TO CONTACT HIM FOR THE PAST FEW HOURS???

she said "i am the id babes" PERIOD

LET HER KEEP DOING IT SHE WANTS IT TO BE BETTER YOU BITCHES

she's obviously going through something and no one is sensing that

NIKKI YOU WERE THERE WHEN DYANNE WAS DOING THE DANCE HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW WHO SHE IS

Chaim really is a father figure to her awwwwwwwwwwww

THEY GOT A PI ON TEDROS LMAOOO THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHORE

I love DaVine she's so mother

NIKKI YOU BTICH

how can they shoot it if dyanne's not there?

please tell me the music video is coming out

NO THE FUCKING CAMERA ISN'T WORKING Y'ALL SHOULD'VE HAD SOMEONE ON TOP OF THIS WHAT WERE YOU DOING DURING THAT 15 MINUTE BREAK BRO?????

so instead of just cutting, they let her do the whole routine while the shot was OUT OF FOCUS??? I'd fight that director on the spot i'm so heated

it don't matter if i'm giving 110%, if i'm not seen yell cut and fix the shit

now she's gonna mess up again and they're gonna be on her ass bc she wants it to be perfect

the filmmaker in me is trembling in anger i'd light that damn set on fire

director? fired. dp? dropped. 1st ac? probably didn't do anything, but that's why the take is shitty so they're gone too

they need to call it a day bc she's literally hurting herself

HE HAS A SHOCK COLLAR ON IZAAK WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU BRO

that $450,000 ain't worth her health

oh, she's breaking. end it for the day y'all, she's been pushed too much

of course this is gonna drive her into tedros' arms even more

PEP TALK HER INTO IT? NO SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME AND REST

DAVINE YOU'RE NOW MY FAVORITE CHARACTER BC SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT NONE OF THOSE BITCHES WOULDN'T BE THERE WITHOUT JOCELYN

it's kinda giving "black best friend", but i still fuck with it

oh SHUT UP NIKKI NO ONE LIKES YOU

OH FUCK YOU NIKKI YOU BITCH HOW DARE YOU JUST REPLACE HER

sam levinson loves his zoom ins and zoom outs

"hello angel" fuck off bro

DYANNE NO

DYANNE WHAT THE HECK BRO

are you sure you should be wearing heels babe?

at least he has transportation

what a beautiful chocolate man

NOW WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN SWIM IN THAT GIRLS POOL? WITH NOTHING ON?

ok but who's the black girl?

DO NOT CORRUPT MY INNOCENT GIRL LEIA WITH YOUR FOOLISHNESS TEDROS

CHOLE WHO SAID YOU CAN TAKE A TOUR?

that wig was professionally done at the Tyler Perry School of Wigs lord FIX IT

WHAT IS CHLOE DOING?????

WHAT. IS. CHLOE. DOING.

wait, DID HE TELL CHLOE THE SAME THINGS?

okay, it's getting very wattpad/ao3 right now

or is chloe wanting to be her?

HIS MOANS........

thought the sex scenes would be worse than this tbh, but that isaac and leia one was a jumpscare ngl

MOVE IN? WHAT THE FUCK

chloe can play and sang baby

WHERE DID THE BLACK GIRL GO????

YES HARMONY

oh poor leia

but like seriously WHERE DID THE FUCKING BLACK GIRL GO?????????

my overall opinion of the episode: way better than the first. I didn't feel that it was dragging on at any point. the writing is still a little iffy, although I understand why some characters say certain things. Abel, babe, either the acting ain't it bc the script is off or he just can't act. Like there were points were I liked his acting, but then he'd do something that just deducted 10 points for me. Not to mention that last scene when they were at Jocelyn's house and he started talking dirty to her, I wanted to throw myself out the window bc it was giving Wattpad/AO3 vibes and not in a good way. Overall, I give this episode a 7/10. Do with that what you will.

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Now that I'm a bit more relaxed I can enjoy this new chapter of your marvelous work teehee! Sorry for the delay, I swear I couldn't wait to catch up with Nina's story and God I wasn't disappointed. I'm sorry if this comment is messy but I have so many things to say!

First of all, Nina being Tommy's personal translator should have bothered the fuck out of her lmao. Besides, the issue of unmarried women that is so relevant to your story is always perfectly handled. I particularly appreciate how you not only talk about dishonor and fear of Nina's uncertain future, but how Thomas Shelby marrying Nina would also be a revenge over Aunt Rita, hence showing the subtle competitiveness in Italian family. Wonderful. Moreover, the story of Winston is an absolute threat. The cunning beast always scaring Nina's mother certainly out of spite is such a fun idea. The cat is definitely as fierce as his owner. “Don’t trust him. He lets you get close and, when you least expect it, he attacks.// “He seems cute, but he’s feral.” Pretty sure we're talking about my adorable baby Nina and not the cat. She probably wanted to say "I". And it seems like Tommy agree with me. 😇

If I'm being honest Reb, I am genuinely amazed by your writing style. Descriptions and atmosphere are definitely your strengths and how you add little details only fleshes out the story even more and make it so realistic I'm wondering if it's really fanfiction or some canon elements I missed. For instance, the moment Tommy and Nina walk together and he starts paying attention to her features got me shivering. It was such a peaceful and poetic scene, which perfectly represents their relationship so far: they don't trust each other, but they can't deny the mutual respect nor... The crush curiosity they have for each other. "Some irrational part of him wondered how it would feel to brush his fingers against it" Like this line was so sensual and soft at the same time.

The whole way you write Nina's disgust at Stefano and how her mother smile and be like "oh look, come talking" don't only hit close to home, but is so well-described that I almost shivered. Also, I loved that Thomas already seems to know Nina well and even himself is surprised by her burning hostility. What a bastard, I'm kinda happy she threatened him with a knife but gosh it didn't even work... I swear I was tensed during the conversation and so relieeeeeved when Stefano's brother called him back.

He nodded, understanding that it was her way of telling him not to inquire further. But although it wasn’t his business, he couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve possibly made her mood darken like that. Being a man, he knew the look on that guy’s face all too well, but he could tell there was something more to that.

Admittedly, that's a big chunk I quoted here but the whole passage is amazing. I'm hooked by the way Tommy stayed behind, quiet, didn't intervene but still looked at the scene with his cold and piercing blue eyes, and display a hint of worry for Nina. Usually I love the "love at first sight trope" more because it's very difficult to write dawning feelings and it takes a long time, but you make it look effortless.

Now the plot of the marriage with Agnese is also perfectly handled, for you still keep the fact that she's a beautiful girl and Tommy isn't indifferent to her charms. But he's well aware that she might be too sweet for her, that's why I loved the line "he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to love her, with time he might learn to feel some kind of affection towards her". That's heartbreaking but so true and canon for Tommy. (pls Tom can't you realize Nina is made for you? I'm saying this because their hands accidentally brushing against each other got me feeling all fuzzy and I giggled like a schoolgirl)

I'm not going to copy paste the whole passage but Reb, honey, the entire paragraph about Nina's finding comfort in her father's office and her feeling of injustice about the fact she's a woman was a powerful, gripping and so beautiful passage. I think it's my favorite of the whole chapter. I already talked about it in last chapter but I am also in love with the relationship between Nina and her father. He's trying his best, conflicted between the love for his daughter and the fear she will never get married. It must be also difficult for him. I am glad he said no to Stefano's father even if it was temporary and wants Nina to think about it ...

Ahh Nina's cousins insulting her of being a witch because of an unfortunate event made me laugh! Especially their fear for Winston, sent by the devil aha! But I feel it, Sicilian family are sooo superstitious but I'm digressing. Also I must admit that I can only applaud that beautiful parallel between Nina and Tommy when they are talking in the kitchen at night and he explains to her how people also thought he was a wizard or something. As you pointed it in your work, this is such a genuine and humane moment for Tommy and I love how, for the first time, she doesn't see him as the cold gangster but as a man. Just a simple mortal man. Their banter about the tea and the whisky... Gosh I ship them so much it hurts. Like I really ship them. In truth I could perfectly picture the scene in my mind, the two of them talking for hours -- this is such a peaceful scene. They'd be so good for each other. Nevertheless, the “Yeah, you better do, ‘cause if you don’t, I’ll come all the way to fucking Birmingham to kick your ass.” line got me laughing. My sweet Nina! Truthful to herself. 🖤

THE ENDING? I am kicking my feet like a teenagers reading Vampire Diary, this is RIDICULOUS. But the "Call me Tommy" aawww... I can't wait for next chapter!! And seriously Reb you can't imagine how much I love Nina, she's so precious, she owns my freakin' heart.

Heart, Body and Soul || Tommy Shelby x OC

PART III

Summary: Tommy makes up his mind about who it his that he’s going to marry. An unwanted encounter rattles Nina, and leaves Tommy with questions.

Warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, slow-burn, small age-gap (Tommy’s 30, Nina is in her early 20s), time-typical misogyny, drinking, smoking, mentions of drugs, mentions of violence, English is not my first language.

A/N: here’s the third chapter! I got a bit carried away with this one, and I hope you’ll like it. Here and there in the series there will be some sentences taken from the show. At the end of the chapter, you’ll find the translation of a few Italian sentences. Feedback is always appreciated☀️

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The first few days following Tommy Shelby’s arrival were probably the busiest the Ferrante family had ever lived. Among lunches, dinners, nosy relatives and business meetings, no one had a moment’s rest, not even Tommy himself. The guest had been occupied by countless meetings with Vincenzo and Mario Ferrante, aiming to draw up a plan of action to take down Sabini. However, he had not openly declared his intention to court one of the girls yet, keeping everybody on edge. Nina had a suspicion that he took pleasure in keeping them waiting, enjoying that bit of control. Or maybe it was part of some kind of plan. Whether it was strategy or pure entertainment, it was working.

Sitting at the breakfast table, she tried to capture fragments of the conversation that was going on between Tommy Shelby and her father in the next room, but their voices were too low for her to pick up their words. The rattles of pots and pans caused by her mother surely didn’t help. After an indefinite amount of time, they made their way into the kitchen, apparently ready to go out.

“Nina,” her father addressed her, making her raise her head from her breakfast. “Mr. Shelby is coming with you and your mother to the city.” He announced, gesturing towards the guest. “He has something to do, and he’ll need someone to translate for him.”

Nina had to hold back a snort at her father’s words. She had totally forgotten she had promised her mother she’d go to the city with her to help her with the groceries, and now that she had to be Tommy Shelby’s personal translator, she wanted to go even less. However, she nodded in agreement, knowing all too well there was no point in protesting, especially with her father.

Satisfied by her answer, Vincenzo walked up to her to place a kiss on her head. “Grazie. Ci vediamo dopo, vado a parlare con zio Mario.” (“Thank you. I’ll see you later, I’m going to talk to uncle Mario.”)

Her gaze followed him as he said goodbye to her mother and moved to leave the room, but not before whispering something in the gangster’s hear. Once her husband was gone, Maria Ferrante smiled and gestured towards the table, encouraging Tommy to have breakfast, her lack of English making it impossible for her to formulate a single sentence. He nodded in thanks and sat on a chair, opting for a cup of coffee. Silence fell in the room, only broken by the clattering noise of the utensils. Nina couldn’t help but notice how neat he looked, even in the early hours of the morning, already dressed and freshly shaved, and she suddenly felt somewhat self-conscious about her disheveled hair and house clothes. It wasn’t like she cared about what he thought of her, but showing herself like that made her feel like she was at something of a disadvantage. Off guard, even.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her mother glancing at them from time to time, unsuccessfully trying to be subtle as she waited for them to interact in some way. A sigh escaped her lips as she poured herself some coffee, shaking her head at the ridiculousness of the situation.

She was well aware about her mother’s hopes and wishes. The prospect of having an unmarried daughter was terrifying, not only because marriage was a woman’s duty, but also because women didn’t get far in life without a man taking care of them. Moreover, the village was starting to talk. Older women speculated about Nina’s behaviour, about the reasons behind it, about where her fierceness would lead. If word about a possible dishonour spread, the whole family would be ruined. But it was also a matter of pride. If Tommy Shelby chose to marry Nina, it would be a victory against Aunt Rita and her beautiful, perfect daughter.

Just as she was about to get up to go and get ready, a dark shadow whipped past her head from above and landed softly on the ground without a sound. Tommy’s head snapped towards the spot where the shadow had landed, and Nina almost chocked on her coffee, already knowing that all hell would break loose as soon as she saw her black cat standing in the middle of the room. She was quick to put her cup back on the table, but before she could intervene, her mother let out a scream, waving the rag she had in her hand against the animal, a long series of Italian curses leaving her lips. Nina placed her hand in front of her mouth, trying her best not to laugh as the cat stared at the woman with his bright yellow eyes, an imperturbable look on his little face, but as soon as she caught sight of Tommy Shelby’s stunned expression all of her efforts to suppress her laughter failed.

Her mother glared at her, crossing to her to hit the back of her head with the rug. “Fai sparire quella bestia.” She spat out, before turning on her heels and leaving the room.

Winston had a habit of snuggling on tall cabinets, in the dark, where no one could see him, just to jump out at the least suitable times - that is, when Maria Ferrante was there. That cat terrified her, not only because she was scared of cats in general, but especially since he was a black one. When her daughter years prior brought that bad omen inside her house, she even threatened to leave. Sometimes, Nina wondered if the cat was doing it out of spite, somehow sensing that her mother hated him with all her being.

Nina watched as the Winston sat next to the table, starting to lick his paws as if nothing happened, then she glanced at Tommy, who had seemingly recollected himself after that burst of chaos. He stretched his hand out to the cat, which stopped his movements to follow him with his eyes, his little body slightly stiffening.

For a moment, just for a moment, Nina considered staying silent and let him risk his fingers, but her good nature took over. “He’ll scratch you.” She warned him. “He only lets me pet him.”

Tommy withdrew his hand, furrowing his brows. “It didn’t seem like he wanted to scratch.”

That’s the point, she thought to herself as she grabbed her cup again and leaned with her back against the chair. “Don’t trust him. He lets you get close and, when you least expect it, he attacks.” She explained, shifting her eyes in the direction of the cat. “He seems cute, but he’s feral.”

“Reminds me of someone.” He quietly murmured, and if the room hadn’t been so silent she wouldn’t have even heard him. But she did, and she was struck speechless by his statement. His eyes shined with amusement at her baffled face, clearly proud about the fact that he had finally managed to dumbfound her.

Was it a compliment? An insult? Was he just having fun? Nina couldn’t read him, and it only made her more nervous. But she quickly regained her composure, unwilling to give him too much satisfaction. She emptied her cup and put it on the table, clearing her throat. “I’ll get ready, and then we can go.” She changed the subject, getting up from her chair.

Tommy mirrored her action, and before she could leave the kitchen, his voice stopped her. “Do you have whiskey?”

She turned around, shifting her gaze between the clock on the wall and the man in front of her. She opened her mouth to say something, astonished by his peculiar choice of breakfast, but again, words failed her. Deciding that it wasn’t her business, she took a bottle and a glass out of a cabinet and placed them on the table, before walking out of the room.

Tommy Shelby undoubtedly wasn’t an ordinary man.

Tommy wasn’t so sure that the place where the Ferrante’s personal driver had taken them could be actually called city. There were a few shops, and even a public square with a small church, but it was kind of empty, and it was still within the limits of the village. He figured that “city” was probably their way of referring to the area outside the outskirts, where the whole family lived to keep a low profile while conducting the business in the big cities.

Walking next to Nina, Tommy took advantage of their proximity to take in the details of her face. She had an interesting kind of beauty, her features were sharp, but harmonious as a whole. Her brown irises shone with a golden hue in the sunlight, and were framed by long, thick lashes. She had pulled her long black hair into a braid, exposing her delicate neck. Her tanned skin seemed soft, even velvety, and some irrational part of him wondered how it would feel to brush his fingers against it.

He pushed back the thought, shifting his gaze just in time for her not to notice that he had been observing her. He had to admit that Nina aroused his curiosity, for one reason or another, and he would have sworn that she felt the same way about him. He was not unaware of the glances she stole him from time to time, when she thought he wasn’t looking. She studied him just as much as he studied her.

“What is it that you have to do, Mr Shelby?” Nina’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts, her question reminding him that it wasn’t her the girl he was supposed to keep his attention on.

Tommy sucked in a breath, the words he was about to say felt heavy on this tongue. “I need to buy a gift for your cousin. Today I’ll start courting her.”

Saying it out loud made it even more real. Until that moment, that marriage had felt like something that wouldn’t happen to him, like something he was setting up for someone else. Now Tommy was starting to realise how much his life was going to change, and that thought was almost suffocating.

“It’s about time.” She raised her eyebrows, a hint of mischief in her voice. “Finally we’ll be able to sleep at night.”

“What, you were so scared I’d choose you that you couldn’t sleep?” He squinted his eyes, the ghost of a smirk playing on his face.

“Yes, I was terrified.” She nodded, taking on a fake serious tone.

He was about to retort, when Maria Ferrante called her daughter from behind, making them stop in their tracks. Too caught up in their bickering, they hadn’t noticed that Nina’s mother had fallen far behind. A guy Tommy had never seen before was now walking next to her, amiably allowing her to lean on his arm.

“Nina, guarda chi c’è.” She slightly raised her voice, motioning her to get closer.

Tommy watched in confusion as Nina’s expression changed, the slight clenching of her jaw hardening her features, her whole body tensing. She didn’t obey to her mother’s request, choosing to wait for them to approach her instead. She kept her gaze fixated on the young man, staying silent even when he came close to them, Maria still on his arm with a big smile on her face. She told them something in Italian, sending a meaningful glance to her daughter, before leaving the three of them alone to walk into a shop.

Tension filled the air as Nina glared at him, visibly annoyed by the grin on his face. An unmistakable glint of malice sparkled in his dark eyes, mixed with an emotion that Tommy couldn’t quite recognise. And it seemed that the more she scowled, the more his grin widened. Tommy was already familiar with the hostility Nina was capable of, but the look in her eyes was nothing like the one she had given him the day they had met, or the ones she reserved him when he said something she didn’t like. It wasn’t simple distrust, or suspiciousness. No, it was much more than that. It was personal. She seemed repelled by his presence.

And Nina was repelled. Because she knew that behind the pleasant face, the charm and the good manners, Stefano Spinietta was a disgusting person. He was the son of one of her father’s business partners, the boss of another mafia family, which operated both in Sicily and in New York. In the last few years, Stefano had been very clear about his intentions towards Nina, and he had taken too many liberties with her, to the point where she had found herself in the position of putting a knife to his throat. But the threat didn’t have the intended effect; if anything, it only made him more relentless.

Stefano looked at Tommy as if he had just noticed his presence, before turning to her again. “Non mi presenti?” He asked, leaning towards her.

“Non parla italiano. Vattene.” She said shortly, eager to put an end to that encounter.

“Ah.” He said, as if he had finally understood something. “�� il gangster.”

Nina was about to speak, but the words died in her throat. She didn’t want to fuel the conversation, and there was nothing she could say that would convince him to just leave. And Tommy’s piercing gaze kept her from being too obvious about how upset she actually was. Stefano wasn’t doing anything improper, after all, and she didn’t want to make a scene for nothing.

The sound of a clacson made them turn their head to the road. Stefano’s brother stopped his car next to them, leaning out the window. “Sali.” He gestured towards his brother, and Nina had to restrain herself from exhaling a sigh of relief. Giving them one last look, Stefano jerked his head in goodbye and got into the car, before disappearing down the road.

Probably sensing her irritation, Tommy took his case out of the pocket of his jacket, offering her a cigarette. Being an occasional smoker, she hesitated at first, but then she placed one between her lips, hoping that it would soothe her nerves. Tommy took a match and lit it for her, before lighting one for himself. She took a long drag, and although she wasn’t really used to the taste, it did help a bit.

Tommy puffed out the smoke, asking the question that had been burning on his tongue for a while. “Who was that?”

“No one important.” She shrugged, flicking the ashes.

He nodded, understanding that it was her way of telling him not to inquire further. But although it wasn’t his business, he couldn’t help but wonder what could’ve possibly made her mood darken like that. Being a man, he knew the look on that guy’s face all too well, but he could tell there was something more to that.

Nina suddenly threw her cigarette away, regaining her composure. “Don’t you have a gift to buy?”

That same day before lunch, Tommy Shelby gave Agnese the beautiful, expensive necklace he had bought for her, and the whole family knew he had made up his mind. She wore it proudly, with a radiant look on her face, well aware that this was only the beginning. Now they would start to get to know each other, to spend time together, albeit always accompanied by some of the female relatives. Then, when the right time came, a proposal would come, and she’d have what she had been wishing for all her life.

At the lunch, she sat next to Tommy, under the delighted eyes of her mother and aunts. They hadn’t had the chance to talk much until then, but Agnese could already tell she would’ve grown to care for that man. He was handsome, charming, he had decent manners. Despite his reputation, he didn’t seem cruel and he had been respectful towards her in their few interactions.

As for Tommy, Agnese’s beauty hadn’t left him unimpressed. She was a beautiful young woman, and more than once he had to scold himself for letting his eyes wander over the soft, generous curves. Her full, rosy cheeks were particularly pretty, especially when they took on a red shade of bashfulness. She gave the impression of being a gentle and sweet girl, and although he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to love her, with time he might learn to feel some kind of affection towards her.

He glanced over at Nina, who was playing with the food in her plate, scarcely paying attention to conversation going on around her. The light breeze of the garden stirred the few strands of hair that had escaped from her braid, making them brush delicately against her face. She extended a hand in the direction of a bottle of red wine, but it was out of her reach, and she struggled to grab it among the great number of plates, bowls and bottles laying on the table. Apparently being the only one to notice her difficulty, Tommy handed her the bottle, their hands accidentally brushing in the process. It was the smallest touch, barely perceptible, but it was enough for them to lock eyes. He let his fingers linger against hers for a moment, a brief moment that seemed to stretch into infinity, then, as if they had burned themselves, they both retired their hands abruptly. He cleared his throat, bringing his attention back to Agnese, hoping she wouldn’t notice he hadn’t been listening to what she was saying.

Nina poured herself a glass of wine, wishing the alcohol would numb the turmoil of emotions going on inside her. The encounter with Stefano, her aunts’ and cousins’ judgmental stares, the empty conversations, the way everybody acted overjoyed as if they hadn’t been on the brink of a war until just a week before with the very man they were welcoming into the family. Everything was becoming too much, and the only thing she wanted to do was to get up and run to the safety of her room. But she took a deep breath and stayed where she was, knowing that it would ruin the mood. She didn’t need to give her family yet another reason to resent her.

So she was patient, and sooner than she though the lunch was over. The routine was always the same - the women cleaning up, the men smoking, discussing business, and playing cards -, but this time, Nina didn’t even bother to get angry about it. She didn’t have the energy to deal with another negative emotion. She’d help around, and then lock herself in her room, or maybe go for a walk. It was a happy day for Agnese, and she didn’t want to spoil it with her sulking.

In the afternoon, when Tommy and Agnese went out for a walk, with the women of the family walking a few steps behind them, Nina took refuge in her father’s office. It almost felt like a sanctuary, sacred and untouchable, but even though no one was allowed in there without his permission, she never really cared to follow that rule. She found comfort in the dim light and the mahogany furniture, in the smell of books and cigars, in the ticking of the old pendulum clock standing in a corner of the room. It reminded her of a time when she used to sit at her father’s desk, drawing or doing her homework as he read through his papers, and they just enjoyed each other’s presence. It was a simpler time. Or at least, it was for a while. Because even then, she had to face the scourge of being a woman. Because she was seen as a girl before being seen as a child. And she could never understand why she had to fight to stay at school, why her, her cousins and her female friends were expected to retire after elementary school to stay at home and learn how to take care of the house. Why her brothers never had such problems. What she was quick to understand, was that the world wasn’t kind to women, that somehow being a girl meant being less smart, less strong, less capable. That gentle and nurturing were the only things she would ever be allowed to be.

Her father giving her permission to finish school had ignited a spark of hope inside her, hope that things might be different for her, that she could have something more than a family and a house to take care of, that maybe being a wife and a mother wasn’t everything that a woman was fit for. But that spark had been extinguished when she wasn’t allowed to get into university, or to have a part in the family business, not even in the legal side. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to despise her father, the deep affection she felt towards him was stronger than any kind of resentment. He had always loved and protected her, and he still did.

Sitting on one of the soft chairs with a book in her hands and Winston curled up in her lap, Nina found it hard to concentrate on the words she was reading. She blankly stared at the pages, her mind wandering somewhere else. The sound of the door opening cut through her thoughts, making her raise her head from the book.

Her father stopped in the doorway, putting on an expression that meant to be reproachful, but that was made useless by the softness in his eyes. He actually expected to find her there. His daughter didn’t move from her spot, knowing all too well that he wouldn’t kick her out. He had never done that, and he wouldn’t start now. It was not a secret that Vincenzo had a soft spot for that daughter who was so much like him, which made him overlook behaviours that most fathers wouldn’t accept from their daughters.

He sat on his chair behind the desk, folded his hands in front of him and looked at her, with the air of someone who wanted to say something but didn’t know how. Nina stroked the cat, tension rising inside her as she waited for him to speak.

“I talked with Spinietta.” He started, distractedly rubbing his hands. “Actually, I also talked with his son, Stefano.”

Nina gritted her teeth at the sound of his name, hoping that her father would stop beating around the bush and tell her what was going on already.

Vincenzo exhaled the breath he didn’t even notice he was holding, before straightening his back and going straight to the point. “He wants to marry you.”

Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach at his words. She blinked, trying to process the words he had just told her, hoping that she had heard wrong, or that it was a misunderstanding. Before she could formulate a coherent sentence, her father spoke again.

“I told him no.” He reassured her. “That at least for now, you don’t want to get married.”

“Good, because I have no intention of marrying-”

“Let me finish.” Her father sternly interrupted her, making her clench her jaw. “I told him no.” He repeated, his tone getting softer again. “But I think you need to start thinking about your future.”

Nina shook her head in disbelief, feeling the heat of anger rising to the back of her neck and spreading on her cheeks. She knew that this moment would come, but a part of her was starting to believe that at least her father would leave her alone.

“It would be good for business, Nina.” He leaned back in his chair, speaking to her as he would to a child. “And he’s a good guy.”

She scoffed, putting the book aside as she got up from her chair. Winston mewed in protest after being dropped so harshly on the ground, and if Nina hadn’t been so enraged, she would’ve felt guilty for forgetting about him. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking her father straight in the eyes. “I am not marrying him.”

Vincenzo nodded, knowing that trying to reason with her would be of no use in that moment. He would wait for her anger to wear down, then he would try to compromise. He didn’t want to fight with his daughter, and he didn’t want her to think he was trying to control her because he wanted her out of the house. They would talk again, maybe after his niece’s marriage, when everybody would be calmer. She would understand that he had her best interests at heart.

Nina walked up to the door, eager to leave that place that had become hostile to her.

“You don’t have to decide now.” Her father’s voice sounded behind her. “Just think about it.”

Laying in his bed, Tommy stared at the ceiling above him, taking deep breaths. The moonlight shining through the open window dimly illuminated the room, casting shadows on the walls. He closed his eyes, hoping that the night breeze would lull him back to sleep, but the shovels wouldn’t stop banging against the wall, keeping him on edge, threatening to break through. Green eyes hunted his dreams. Murderous green eyes, ferocious green eyes, scared green eyes, dying green eyes. A grey man with green eyes, coming for him. It was a matter of time.

He sat up, rubbing his face. On nights like those, he regretted not having opium or whiskey in his room to help him get through them. His throat was so parched it almost burned, and he found himself in an urgent need for water.

He silently exited the room, trying not to make any sound as he went down the stairs in the darkness. A strange noise came to his ears as he got closer to the kitchen, and from the living room he was in he could see that the light was on. When he walked through the door, Nina was facing the counter, fumbling with a kettle. Before Tommy could make his presence known, she turned around, flinching and dropping the knife she was holding.

“Shit.” She hissed, picking up the knife from the floor. She raised her gaze on him, her pupils still flaring, but she relaxed as soon as her brain registered who it was that was standing in front of her. “You scared me.” She mumbled, throwing the knife in the sink.

“I’m sorry.” He held back the smirk threatening to make its way on his face. “I just needed some water.” He explained, walking further into the room.

“Help yourself.” She took a glass from the cupboard and handed it to him, before pointing at the jug on the table.

Tommy poured himself a glass of water, and sighed with relief when the liquid ran down his burning throat. It wasn’t whiskey, but it was better than nothing.

“I was making myself a cup tea, do you want some?”

Tommy raised an eyebrow, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Do you always drink tea at this ungodly hour?” He teased her, taking a seat at the table.

“Only when I can’t sleep.” She replied, grabbing two cups nevertheless. “Are you always up that this ungodly hour?”

“Only when I can’t sleep.”

The room was filled with silence as Nina put the kettle on. The events of the day had troubled her so much that her mind wouldn’t let her sleep, racing without cease. Even though she’d never admit it to herself, a part of her was glad that Tommy was there, that she wasn’t alone with the thoughts inside her head. She sat on a chair in front of him as she waited for the water to heat, resting with her chin on her hand.

After pondering for a few seconds, Tommy squinted his eyes, pointing at her. “I spoke to your cousins, today, and they said some interesting things about you.” He leaned with his back against the chair.

“They do like talking about me.” She joked, mimicking his movement and crossing her arms over her chest. “What did they tell you?”

“That you’re a witch.” He revealed with a mocking tone in his voice. “And that I shouldn’t get on your bad side.”

A look of surprise crossed Nina’s features, mixed with something that Tommy couldn’t quite read. She shook her head, and an incredulous laugh escaped her lips. “So they still think that.” She said, more to herself than to him.

“Why is that?” He furrowed his brows, an amused smile appearing on his face.

“When I was a child there was a girl my age, in the village, we didn’t get along really well.” She started to explain. “She even pulled my braids, once. One day, while she was running around the school courtyard, I stood there whispering to myself: ‘fall, fall’.” She whispered the last two words, the corner of her lips slightly turning upwards. “She actually fell and scraped her knees. My cousins and some of their friends heard me, and word started spreading around that I could lay curses. When a few years later I found Winston, they just came to the conclusion that I was a witch. They thought he was sent by the devil or something.”

If there was one thing that her whole family believed in, it was superstition. For the first few weeks after Nina had taken the black cat in, her aunt Rita wouldn’t even enter their house. But now, calling her a witch was probably the only way of explaining to themselves her behaviour.

“They used to say the same thing about me when I was a boy, you know.” Tommy confessed, seemingly getting lost in some distant memory. “That I had the power to lay curses.” His blue eyes rested on her, shining with a mischievous glint that broke through his ever-unmoved expression. “Only that I didn’t go around with a black cat, but with a screwdriver and a blade.”

For the first time since Nina had met him, Tommy Shelby seemed human. He was always so cold and unfazed that one could hardly tell that he had any emotion at all. That childhood memory seemed to have awakened something in him, but it was something so ephemeral that it went away as quickly as it came, and soon it was as if it was never there.

She got up to turn off the stove, then proceeded put some tea leaves in the cups. “How do you drink your tea?”

“Black.”

“Of course.” She teased him, not really expecting a different answer. She carefully poured the water into the cups, trying not to burn herself in the process. She could feel Tommy’s gaze on her, and it surely didn’t help. Sometimes it felt like he could stare right into her soul.

“So what can I do to get on your good side, eh?” His husky voice broke the silence again.

Nina grabbed a lemon from the basket on the counter, then she placed it on the table along with a knife. “You can start by making yourself useful.”

Tommy frowned, looking at her in confusion. “What’s the lemon for?”

“The tea.” Her eyebrows furrowed as well, his perplexity leaving her as confused as him.

“You put lemon in your tea?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I drink it with an awful lot of lemon and an awful lot of honey.”

“Sounds terrible.” He murmured.

“You have whiskey for breakfast.” She raised her eyebrows. “You’re in no position to judge.”

“I guess I’m not.” He conceded, tilting his head. He watched as she turned her back on him again, walking towards the counter. She had a quick wit, he had to give her that. He rolled up the sleeves of his undershirt, then he grabbed the knife and started cutting the lemon in half for her, grinning to himself.

In front of their steaming cups of tea, Nina and Tommy found themselves talking about anything and everything, not even fully acknowledging the time going by. Conversation flowed easily between them, and it helped them forget the very troubles that had kept them awake and brought them in that kitchen, even if just for that night. Maybe it was because they both needed it, or maybe because late nights were made for bringing down walls and sharing secrets that couldn’t see the daylight. Maybe it was because it is only in the deepest darkness that one’s true self can no longer be hidden.

But eventually, their night had to come to an end. Standing in the doorway of the kitchen, they exchanged the last few words. Nina’s face suddenly got serious, and she hesitated a bit before speaking again. “Just… be good to her, alright?” She asked him, her voice laced with worry.

She didn’t need to say the name for Tommy to understand who she was referring to. He nodded, and when his eyes met her brown irises, everything became clear. She never hated him. All that time, she had been trying to protect herself, and the people she loved.

As if scared by her own vulnerability, Nina recollected herself, her gaze hardening again. “Yeah, you better do, ‘cause if you don’t, I’ll come all the way to fucking Birmingham to kick your ass.”

Tommy held back a smile, still impressed by her boldness. “You have my word.”

“Good.” She nodded, taking a few steps back. For a few moments, neither of them said anything, waiting for the other to be the first one to go. Deciding it was time to go back to bed, Nina glanced at Tommy one last time. “Goodnight, Mr Shelby.” She said, making to leave.

“Nina,” he called to her, and the sound of her name rolled off his lips so naturally that it was hard to believe he had never pronounced it.

She stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him again.

“Call me Tommy.”

“Fai sparire quella bestia”: “take that beast out of my sight.”

“Nina, guarda chi c’è”: “Nina, look who’s here.”

“Non mi presenti?”: “you won’t introduce me?”

“Non parla italiano. Vattene”: “he doesn’t speak Italian. Go away.”

“È il gangster”: “he’s the gangster.”

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[junko-enoshima-in-dark-souls]

the ensekai your footsteps my destination translation is so horrifically fucking offensive

not bad. not stupid. not mistranslated. just straight up offensive. whoever made this knew they were translating it badly.

the title. 'what lies behind. what lies ahead.' sure. cool. that's kind of not the point and you're just no-homoing it, but whatever

the bullying flashbacks. 'maybe you're making a mistake' directed at a trans woman's transition turned into 'maybe we've got the wrong idea :/'. turning it into some weird narrative where, uhm, maybe the bullies actually just mean well and are confused...

offensive.

but honestly, and it sounds so minor but it really fucking got to me

the translation of 'ah' and 'eh' noises into 'oh, geez' and 'yikes' and 'okay'

you'd think 'huh? that's just whatever?'

but 'oh, geez...' is put into where mizuki is panicking like a deer caught in the headlights because ena just asked an about their class and she might find out. the actual noise is just 'ah!'

but instead 'oh geez!' makes it sound like mizuki is just kind of playfully annoyed like you would be when your friends are telling embarrassing stories about you

offensive.

'yikes!' is put into where mizuki exhales in relief because an did not in fact spill her secret. the actual noise is just 'eh'

'yikes!' because uhmm, it's totally a response to an talking about mizuki being grilled for not going to school by teachers! teehee! it's just a funny banter

at a point in time when mizuki is specifically not bantering. you know, in the event where 'she banters a lot but that's a facade' is the whole point

offensive.

'o-okay...' is put into where mizuki is terrified ena found out something after she says 'that's in the past' about mizuki running off during their mall date. the actual noise is just 'eh?'

'o-okay' to make it sound like she's just, like, worried ena might not like her for running off. not the whole Bigger Thing

offensive.

why is it offensive? such minor things? because it's so deeply, fundamentally fucking NEUTERED

because it turns a deeply emotional conversation into le funny bants. because it turns any darker emotion into acceptably sad ones. palatably sad. the kind you'd see in marvel, and just like in marvel, always cut short with some quip or joke or banter

even though the whole event is about how mizuki keeps trying to cut things short with banter, but that's a facade

the noises of emotion aren't that. they're genuine emotion. getting rid of that is so...

maybe it wouldn't be as offensive by itself, but it's indicative of a bigger thing

remember the twitter account posting a 'haha FUNNY mafuyu's mother ABUSES HER' joke?

literally just 'haha! mafuyu's favourite food is her mother's home cooking! what's YOUR favourite dish your parents made you :)'

and this goddamn neutering of mizuki's issues shows because i keep seeing this fandom talk about her like some bullying is just all she faces, and not panic attacks and dissociation and fear of the passage of time and fundamental alienation from other people that persists even after a year with 25ji

and it's so fucking jarring. because you hear the noise of fear in 'ah!' but they just translate it as 'oh geez'. it's obvious that they didn't just make a mistake, but purposefully mistranslated all of this to neuter the actual topics present. the goddamn overt bullying turned into 'maybe we're just mistaken :/'

i want to fucking kill whoever is deciding on this shit. and i am not kidding. these are small things, but they seriously drive the feeling of the entire event story. and instead we get hehe funny wuh ohhh!!! ena might find out mizuki skips class!! teehee! wuh ohh mizuki is so yikesssss at teachers chasing her for skipping class!! yikes!!!!

fuck off.

[shysneeze]

i solemnly swear i am up to no good (george weasley x reader)

request:  what if one night the golden trio is look at the marauders map that the twins gave Harry and they see the reader and George sneaking around hogwarts and they ask George about it the next day? ~ anon

warnings: yo i don’t even think i swear in this one it’s a miracle, can’t think of anything else but Fred’s dramatics

authors note: this is the best porcastination I have ever tasted (fuck chemistry uno?) anyway, I hope this is what you were looking for anon and thank you for the request <3 

...

It's a carefully constructed routine, one that George has perfected by now. He's worked out that Lee is always the last to fall asleep, and so the coast is always clear when he begins to snore, that he's safe to slip from his covers and creep down the stairs, by which point the common room is always empty and he's free to leave completely undetected.

He knows the corridors to avoid, the ones with the gossiping portraits and regular prefect patrols.  He knows that McGonagall keeps her classroom lit through the night to discourage snooping students and that the ghost will turn a blind eye at most things, unless they're in a particularly bad mood.

He's thought it through perfectly, even if he does say so himself. In fact, he's not had an incident since the first night they met up, when Peeves decided to draw the attention of every sleeping painting in the vicinity, who awoke rather grouchy, and ready to take their complaints straight to Dumbledore until George convinced them he wouldn't let it happen to again.

Now, though, he's sure he's considered everything and he's rather smug with himself when he arrives at the kitchens. (Y/N) smiles at him when he arrives, already perched on one of the counter tops beside two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Still beat ya, Georgie." She grins.

"Right you." He teases. "You have no idea the expedition it is to get here without getting caught."

"Excuses, excus-"

He's kissing her before she can finish, her laughter vibrating against his lips until she recovers from the abruptness of it and is gathering a handful of his jumper and pulling him closer as she does every time.

They've thought of everything to keep it their own, their sacred routine and their special secret. They've eliminated every possible hiccup that could occur, they're sure of it. Everything always goes as plan and their relationship is kept protected in it's own little bubble, the way they like it. 

.

"You're not still obsessing over that map."

The boys by the fireplace jumps at the sound of Hermione's voice, staring wide-eyed as she stands on the bottom of the girl's dorm's staircase with a disappointed frown. Harry clutches the map against his chest, as if it will anyway hide it from her.

"'Mione." Ron exhales. "You gave me a bloody heart attack!"

"What are you doing up?" Harry asks.

"I left my textbook down here." She informs. "You?"

"We're uh, checking to see if Flitwick is still in the hospital wing with the flu." Harry admits shamefully. "So we don't need to the do the homework..."

"Of course you are."

She comes forward with a sigh, dropping into the seat beside them. She can't help but be slightly curious on the matter, even with her already completed homework upstairs. The map is characteristically empty for the time of night, most people's names stationary in their dorms except from the occasional pacing teacher, still up marking, or the prefects on their rounds.

It's what makes the set of footsteps tiptoeing down an empty corridor so noticeable, George Weasley's name so stark on the otherwise empty stretch of enchanted parchment. Hermione frowns at it curiously and points.

"What is George doing?"

"Who knows." Ron shrugs. "Probably just setting up some sort of prank."

 Hermione gives him an unconvinced look and drags her finger up to the Gryffindor tower, halting at the boys dorms, where Fred's name lies still where he is sleeping. Ron takes a minute to catch onto the implication.

"Then why is Fred not there either?"

"Maybe he's gone rogue?" Harry suggests.

"I doubt that."

They return to George as his inky footsteps lead further through the castle, looping through hidden corridors and secret passage ways methodically before arriving at the kitchen, where upon realisation, Hermione lets out a chuckle.

"Oh."

"What?" Ron frowns.

"Look who already in the kitchens." She explains.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Ron exhales. "What's he meeting up with her for?"

"Think about it, Ronald." Hermione smiles knowingly.

Ron's brows scrunch in confusion, looking expectantly to Harry, who seems to have already clued himself in and is grinning knowingly. Then his eyes begin to widen with realisation and Hermione nods.

"He can't be- with (Y/N)?" Ron gasps. "No..."

"Seems that way." Harry gives an amused smile.

"That smug git." Ron breathes. "I knew he was hiding something!"

Hermione lets out a soft laugh, soon followed by Harry. Thoughts of Flitwick's whereabouts long forgotten at this new information and it's implications. In the kitchens the pair's names have stilled together, oblivious to the secrets they've spilled.

.

George sips slowly at his coffee, willing it to make up for his late night with a burst of energy. Even through his tiredness, he's grinning to himself at the memories of the night before. His eyes search for (Y/N)'s across the room, finding them quickly, well practiced in the art of doing so. She’s nursing a cup of coffee in a similar way, and gives a knowing smile before dropping her gaze with a slight shake of her head.

Across the table, Ron watches the exchange with insider knowledge and scowls at his elder brother, a mixture of perplexed and impressed. Harry nudges him warningly, but wears a knowing sort of smirk that George catches from the corner of his eyes and causes him to grow slightly uneasy from.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing." Harry assures, coughing out a laugh. "Nothing, George."

"Alright..."

He attempts to return to his breakfast when he hears Ron snigger, rounding back on them with a frown. Hermione lifts her glass to her lips to hide her smile, only adding to George confusion. Fred's picked up on it too now, watching their little brother and his friends curiously.

"What are you lot so smug about?" Fred asks.

"That's what I'd like to know." George agrees with a frown.

George watches as Ron's eyes drift across the room towards same place as his had a moment ago, to (Y/N). George's jaw slackens ever so slightly, alerting Fred to this new development, also glancing over at the girl. (Y/N) isn't blind to this new attention, lifting her eyes to meet theirs and frowning in concern.

"Shut up." George tells Ron sternly. "Don't say anything."

"What?" Fred frowns. "What are you on about, George?"

George fixes Ron with a glare whilst also trying to figure out how he's come to know this information. He's so sure he'd considered everything, yet his brother is grinning at him like he's just won the lottery for best blackmail material possible.

Then, from the corner of Harry's robes, he recognises the aged parchment that he and Fred gave the boy themselves. He finds himself gulping and his cheeks growing warmer by the second as Harry chuckles at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Fred ask sharply, growing agitated at being left out of the loop. "What has (Y/L/N) got to do with it?"

Ron last two seconds before he's blurting it out despite George's pleading look.

"George met up with (Y/N) in the kitchen's last night."

"Merlin..." George groans.

"What!?" Fred bursts loudly. "You what?"

George groans and drops his head into his hands as Fred stares wide-eyed and betrayed. George should have considered the map, the most damning piece of evidence there could be, that no perfect timing and strategic route planning could save them from.

"You absolute git!" Fred exclaims, punching his twins arms. "You've got yourself a girlfriend and didn't tell me!"

"Ah!" George exclaims, sitting up to rub his arm soothingly. "No need for violence!"

"Uh, yeah there is!" Fred argues. "How long has this been going on?"

"I don't know- a few weeks?" George offers.  

"A few week-" Fred gasps. "And Ron knew before me?"

"I didn't exactly plan that." George defends. "Harry's got the bloody map."

"Wow." Fred folds his arms. "You think you know someone."

"Oh come off it, Fred." George groans. "I would've told you eventually."

"Eventually." Fred scoffs. "I'm your brother- your twin! I should have been told the minute it started!"

George runs his finger through his hair with a sigh and gives Fred a sheepish look, although it does nothing to appease his twin's sour look. He's nice enough to feel somewhat guilty for it, even with his brother's dramatics.

"Are you ashamed of your family George?"

That's when George clocks that he's just being a dramatic git. He rolls his eyes at his brother as he starts up with a rant on loyalty and brotherhood, hand on his heart like he's quoting Shakespeare. 

"You'll get over it soon enough." George decides flippantly. "We just liked sneaking around."

"That's possibly the most goddamn boring excuse you could come up with." Fred announces disappointedly. "You just ruined my whole thing- I was hoping for something like she thought you were me the whole time and this was actually a case of identity theft."

"Sorry to disappoint." George smirks with a shrug. "But she thinks I'm the better looking twin."

"She's clearly blind."

"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't tell you all." George sighs. "It started as an accident and then we just kind of got used to it."

"Wow, romantic." Fred jokes.

"Shut up." George scoffs. "It's not everyone's idea of a nice date but it's ours and we like it."

Fred smiles quite genuinely at this, the defensiveness in his brother's tone.

"You really like her." He observes. "Huh?"

George's eyes drift unsubtly towards the girl in question, where his smile widens at seeing her with that smile he's so used to feeling on his lips when they kiss. He chuckles to himself before turning back to his brother.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"Then I'm happy for you." Fred decides, clapping his brother's shoulder. "But ever keep anything like this from me again and your twin status is revoked."

"Noted." George grins. "Oh, and Ron?"

Ron gulps at the change in his brother's tone.

"Yeah?"

"I'd be checking your shoes for spiders for a while mate."

[kxmssblog]

7.

Featurinng:

Mob Boss Kim Minsoek 'Xiumin' × Reader (OC- Yaya)

Mob Doctor × Reader (OC- Yaya)

EXO Ensemble

Cold, distant and unyielding with his twin knives for choice at any gun fight, was what Xiumin, was known for. That was all in the darkness and away from her. With her, Minsoek is a loving university sweetheart. Yixing and the rest of the group are worried for them and their time apart. Will it compromise our couple's safety?

Yaya (OC)- Is Minseok's university sweetheart now married to him. She is also a translator working in the Blue House. Is her work, now crossing paths with Minseok's line of work?

Warning: Graphic mention of violence, Blood, Heaviest angst so far.

AN: I know you'll hate me for hurting Minseok, and the boys, but... Ey, just read and shout at me in the Comments.

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"Man, we shouldn't harm. We're only here to get his where about... an-and I think she doesn't know."

"Be useful and check the master bedroom, for clues and leave her to me." The follower, hesitant in his steps before doing as he was told.

"I just told, no one is here but me." She held her head high, just shy of spitting the words at his face.

She was rushing to complete her personal work each of the EXO mafia circle. She had finally found out who they were and was making an appeal to them, through her own line of work and research.

True to her conscious, for her personal reasons too, there was one final assassination, too close to home, she hoped they would help her with. Both fuelled by justice and revenge, she would sleep okay knowing the target was eliminated. The offer to EXO, Yaya knew, would be greatly beneficial to them and make them understand about her stand point in their line of work and what she was willing to offer. The work was done; however, she feared her personal rounds would be finished as the consequences of her actions had drawn around her, faster than she had calculated.

When she had opened the door, she had anticipated to see Chanyeol, whom she had finally taken up his offer for a gun range visit and use the Mausers he had mentioned about impulsively buying for her.

"And I just showed you that I don't believe you and just for that you have angered me."

There was shuffling and banging, and Yaya knew her shared room was being torn apart. She swallowed a flinch when she heard the slamming of the sliding door to their walk-in closet.

"Why do I feel like my friend in there is getting close to the truth?"

"I shall not hold responsible for however misguided your feelings turn out to be." It was her slab at pride, knowing she will pay very soon for her blatant lies.

Just what she was truly lying about, she may just never know. The menacing gleam of both the leader and his dagger of a knife, were trained on her. The noise had simmered down and Yaya began the countdown to the climax of this encounter.

The follower peered out the over the threshold and into the passage, speaking to them.

A stars-seeing, slap sent her to the floor, dazed and shaking her head to get her bearings. She was lying on the floor facing the kitchen and her back to her attacker.

"Where is he?"

I don't know who are you talking about."

A kick to her ribcage had her bounce up from his foot, which she groaned into a ball. Her vision blurred on for a second.

Okay, now let's try a new approach." He dug into his pocket and retrieved a folded strip of paper.

Instantly recognising it.

'No.'

"Do you know this man, you pictured with here?"

"He's my friend... He was my friend from university days... but he's passed away now. That's why I kept the photo." She rambled.

"Then I guess he rose from the dead and visited our warehouse." The second attacker, chipped in.

"For fuck's, sake, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE MOB BOSS, XIUMIN?"

'So instead of her husband being part of the mob, as she suspected, he actually was the boss of it?'

Her head was buzzing, also adding to it was the earlier slap, 'That meant all of his friends too were part of it too.'

She was still scanning around, in her winded state to see any evidence that would give away Minseok beside the fact that she was wearing her wedding ring, which she had engraved with 'MinYa'.

Minseok had never said anything, but she had made the decision to not display any of their pictures around the house, especially their wedding photos. It was something she chalked up to her gut feeling.

It was like her thoughts were being read, but she quickly volunteered.

"See! I'm married but he is still yet to come back from work." She gasped out, "and his name is not Xiumin."

She offered her ring fingered hand, to which the leader yanked her to her stumbling feet, the round point of the weapon's hilt looked familiar. Had she had more time under calmer circumstances, she may have remembered.

"That may just be the answer I needed." He bit out, his flying spit, made her flinch her head away.

Her grasp of surprise, clawed itself from her chest and caught in her throat as he drove the unseen length of the knife to the same side he had kicked. Hot searing pain, had body doubling, despite herself.

Her bump had been starting to show. She had resorted to rummaging through Min's sweats while she lived in her oversized knitwear. Utter raw panic engulfed her. Was her, already delicate, pregnancy still safe? Will it survive such a blow on her body? Will she survive this?

"Don't lie to US!" He roared.

"I- I'm not." She shuddered, fervently shaking her head.

Only this time she was truly speaking the truth. She didn’t know when she ever sees him, or will he come to her in time.

The man's grip and body stutters, all but made her feel the depths of the blade within her. Every word he shouted in her ear, jerked the blade in her. Each time eliciting a gasp or moan of pain. Silent gasps, leaving her mouth open in shock.

'Please keep it there. Don't remove it.' she silently pleaded remembering what Yixing advised about piercing foreign objects, to keep them there, until medical help was sought after.

"Man, we are supposed to interrogate to get the truth from..." whined the other, his palpable.

"By any means necessary, the boss had specified!"

‘Was their boss the one, Sehun mentioned about the circle having taken care of at the warehouse?’

"Now how is that possible when you're killing her?" Threw the follower in panic, with enough sense left in him.

‘The death of that crime boss, had left her own boss in the foreign ministry, uneasy for days… until she had decided on her path to dig and get dangerously close the EXO mafia that was said to have been the only group to have had the guts, skills and resources to wipe the crime boss’s influence and absorb all his work, clients and territories. The group had been elusive, with influence in media, justice and administrative offices. They were also said to be the ones to call for removing and opponent they, too deemed unjust for the position. They also left the other half in her office, shaking in their boots. The work, now made sense and her suspicions about her husband and his circle of friends.’

The attacker let go of the knife, with a hard shove, to the floor. He seemed to have been satisfied with her bleeding to death, and the leader would have been content to sit back and what as life slowly seeped out of her. She was not however going to allow for that. She was not made that way to take anything lying down, in all manners of speech.

What set her blood churning with a quickly fuzzing out wrath. They dared waltzed into her home, ruin and wreck her furniture and invade her privacy. The remaining blood in her vein churned with venom.

In that instance, she decided on a choice that would make Yixing, be spitting mad at her. Reaching around to face the duo of attackers, that stood tall and arrogant, thinking they were almost finished with their job.

Gritting her teeth, to brace herself for the anguish to come. Summoning all the strength in her trembling arm and its fingers, she grabbed a hold. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip, without the care to the blood she tasted, yanking at the hilt, it pulled out of her abdomen with shuddered gasp.

Nearly blind with pain, a twist of her body, she drove the dripping blade to the nearest foot and twisted to the other side, the knife exchanging her hand. Swiping at the closest point of weakness, an unprotected Achilles tendon, by the other man's choice of footwear. One would have thought, performing such jobs that industrial boots were most practical, especially with fierce targets going down with a fight. Literally so.

There were howls of pain and profanity, ringing above her screaming head. The leader, pulled at his gun and fired. His off balance and state of pain made him miss her head, which she was sure it was his aim, and nicked the side of her upper arm.

It was her turn to flinch and ball herself up in pain.

The assailants crawled and staggered out, clinging onto each other for stability. If her hunch was right, they would not get far. Yaya made sure to make the physician be proud of her by gathering enough DNA for him, so they could chase their lead.

She needed to reach at least one of the many panic buttons, Min had installed for them, for her, she now understood. There was one under the counter in the kitchen, near the vanity stand across the living, on either side of the bed in every bedroom even in their closet and bathroom. Just now, Yaya needed one on the floor of the passage as she crawled on it.

‘All the cameras too?’

"Baek? You there? Ca-can hear me?" She had half expected his cheerful voice would artificially ring through the apartment, "I now, un... understand, everything. She shuddered the last word.

"Listen to me carefully. I don't have much time. My suspicions correct... you will hack my laptop and hard drive. Extract all files under the ‘The War’ folder. Tell Jongin the scandal was true and more... U-use it with Ju'myeon's help... blackmail listed officials... grant safe network for your work... all Asia.

Ch'nyeol will understan... terms and draw up his own to suit your circle. S'hun and Soo will help, with list of potential merch buyers... have checked out. I have translated all of them, to quickly pull off your big-biggest heist yet. Cl-claim foreign soil territories. Yi-Yixing I know, can make a strain in y-your dro-drones to hold hostage p-people you need, fast track and open doors."

There was no time to pace and catch her fading breath, she hoped it was not for naught.

"I hope S'hun and Soo will keep Mins'k sa-safe, in days com-coming. Will make more enemies... I got it, when I m-made all plans. After this... hope he will have e-enough time on hands... take care of what's coming next."

Tears were now running down her face as she clawed her way, across the floor. She was the floor she had made love on, countless times. The floor Junmyeon-hyung had carried her through. The same she had not thought before, but her babies would have crawled and learned to walk on.

Her upper arm stung, where the bullet grazed, but her abdomen was getting numb and heavy.

'Was she bleeding internally as bad as the blood soaked her on the floor?'

She made the wrong choice in drawing a deep breath, when she balled her in a wince. Her lungs screamed in agony. Her head swam with the words she needed to utter aloud, before it was too late.

"After all, environmental sciences were never made for him... nor all your legit professions. I also... I..." her train of thought was engulfed by the fuzziness.

She needed to tell them, her time spent with all nine of them out on her and Minsoek's balcony was one of her best times since she left home. Hopefully the letters she left will shed a small light. She needed to tell Baek to sift through the footage since she first found out of her pregnancy and combine all her quiet moments, she had when she quietly talked on her own. He would understand just whom she was talking to. In a way, there were small messages for each of them. That she knew it was them that were distracting Minsoek on the day of their first date at the bakery.

Her vision was blurring and eyes becoming heavy. Yixing would be scolding at her, to not close her eyes therefore she fought with all her will to blink back the heaviness. The stench of her own blood was churning the stomach acid in its pit. After all she had not been able to stomach anything since yesterday afternoon.

Dizzy spells, nauseous waves crashing in her have barred her from the kitchen lately. Fear of passing out on a dangerous object and retching over the smell of garlic whenever she opened the fridge.

Her phone was on her bed and the closest panic button, that room too.

'Min, where are you?... I hope you're safer than I am.'

Making her decision to stop crawling, she twisted around to lay on her side and cradle her head on her outstretched arm, and leave the wound to bleed out while gently rubbing her trembling, bloody fingers over her babies.

"So tired, so scared." She mumbled, as a loud bang came down the passage which where she came from.

"Yaya?" So far away she heard her favourite voice.

It was Min and Yixing's bellows she could make out. She could not hold back the dazed smile; she knew peppered her lips. She had missed his lips, the gummy smile that stole at him, when they least expected it. His touches. Forever gently, and she forever craved. Her mind flashed to his fingers in her hair, when they had stood over the bridge in Lucerne. Her decision to take him as her husband was made in that moment. When she walked down that aisle, she was the happiest she’s ever been to have him wait for her coming, and be his wife. She had borrowed her vows from ancient Celtic wedding vows.

“You cannot possess me for I belong to myself

But while we both wish it; I give you that which is mine to give.

You cannot command me, for I am a free person

But I shall serve you in those ways you require and the honeycomb will taste sweeter coming from my hand I pledge to you that yours will be the name I cry aloud in the night.

And the eyes into which I smile in the morning.

I pledge to you the first bite from my fruit,

And the first to drink from my cup.

I pledge to you my living and dying, equally in your care,

And tell no strangers our grievances.

This is my wedding vow to you.

Our marriage shall be of equals.”

The hurried foot steps of the physician was all she could make out, as she hoped to rest her eyes for a second

She felt her body gently yet firmly being fully turn, but she wondered about, as her knitted sleepwear top was being ripped from her.

'Why is he not coming closer?'

____

Ignoring the havoc, wrecked in the usually cleanly and spotless home, thanks to their homeowners’ propensity to organise every so often. With his medical bag, he flew to his knees at the person's he spotted peep past the passageway.

"Junmyeon, hold him back!" he barked with authority of the one assuming leadership in that moment. The friend jumped to the other, accepting the order. "Yaya!"

Behind him, the clattering guys caught up with their them, having used the staircase, so they would not hold him up as he had leapt off the car, before Junmyeon had pulled it to a stop.

"Yaya, you need to wake up now... and stay with us... stay with him," he fixed his gloves and mask on, "be-because he may not handle it... ha-handle this."

He filled a shuddering breath into his lungs, to calm his trembling hands and swimming head.

"Baek, will you shut the fuck up. She will be fine, just await our coming, shortly!"

The hacker was a worried babble. A distraction in his ears, as he yelled for him to do something, to wake her up. Yixing had glanced to nearest camera angle position and understood that the man behind the monitor would think that she lay, unconscious.

Her vitals checked, he noticed the fluttering eyelids and inaudible murmurs come from the lying form in front of him.

"How far along?" He whispered to her turned away face.

He knew, that she understood not make any more movements to minimise the extent of the injury.

He nearly jumped out his skin when her bloody hand found his collar, with a crumpled-up piece of paper stuffed in his breast pocket as she took hold of it. Feebly yanking down at his shirt as she tried to lean up to his ear.

"N-No... matter wha... sav-save all three."

She seemed to have faded in long enough to make her final request.

"P-Promise?"

He nodded.

"I'll do my best."

"M-Me too."

Just then her strength faltered, with a sticky and dull thud of her limp arm on the soaked floor.

Yixing cradled her head gently then went back to work on stabilising her pulse and stemming the blood loss.

‘Them… all three?’ he suppressed a sickened groan.

She had led him to think that there was one child and that her due date was closer than he had calculated. Her doctor must had lied and omitted some vital information, he now needed. He wanted to punch the closest thing to him.

Gently pulling her frayed top away, he noted a good fifteen weeks, had it been a single foetal pregnancy. In this case, she was much earlier.

The seeping wound narrowly missed the important area, to lodge just under her diaphragm. It explained her ragged and shallow breaths, fading in and out. Her lung had been punctured and the cavity was filling with fluid, her blood. He would have to call in her OB/GYN to assist with the surgery, as he suspects there is more to her internal bleeding than met his eye, but mostly he needed to make sure the foetuses are safe during his procedure.

"Call her doctor and have my assistants prep the operation room and call in for emergency blood reserves. We will need a lot." His voice, calmly threw over his shoulder, "We may be dealing with multiple organs being compromised by the knife?"

"Her doctor?" D.O's voice, betrays his expressionless face.

"JUST DO AS I FUCKING SAY... THE OB/GYN IS ON MY SPEED DIAL!" He slides the bloodied phone to the man's foot.

The quiet man jumps on the order by stepping out the apartment, away from the commotion, especially made by his boss's shouts and struggles.

Just then, Junmyeon's sole restraint broke loose and the husband who was needed to be kept away, had heard just about enough.

"All three, who?" Yixing heard the confusion, he could not attend to, "What feotu..."

Minseok's words caught in throat at the sight of her, as Yixing worked to stop the bleeding, packing the area with gauze so he could safely have her moved.

"Just who the fuck is she talking about, Lay?"

Moving around to her side, the doctor revealed her condition and the state of her, to the horrified husband. As words, just about failed him.

Yixing's shocked gaze was, however, glued to the newfound weapon.

"Min, I think I now know what happened to your lost wrist dagger."

The room falls into a hush.

"No!" He shook his head, his feet floated to the form on the floor, "Yaya, no." He whispered, violently shaking his head.

The previous restraint, hesitant and not sure of their boss's next move. They trained their eyes on him, to keep their eyes from the form lying on the floor.

"Hyung?" The said hyung, gently peeled his friend's fingers from his arm.

Just as he was about to lunge at her foot, Yeol and Myeon were quicker, manhandling their screaming friend to the other side of the passage, so they would be not be in Yixing's way.

Yaya was fading... really fast. D.O. returned to the room, and pushed through the commotion, back to the doctor's side. He gave a solemn nod and refused to lift his eye to his screaming and thrashing friend.

"D.O! I need you to take her down to the car. I am right behind you!" Yeol and Myeon battled to restrain her husband, their brother, his best friend, their boss.

He lashed, kicked and screamed to be let go. Whenever his hand would whip out of Myeon's struggling grasp, he reached out to wife's bleeding form. Crumbling to his knees as he thrashed, blind to all else and deaf to his own blood curdling shouts and screams.

"YAYA! YAYA!!" His screams, made the men retraining him, pale, "LET ME GO TO HER... DON'T T-TOUCH HER!"

"Please call Hun, tell him Minseok needs him." Junmyeon spoke calmly to the comms, to Baek, as he comforted his sobbing friend, whom trembled uncontrollably, in his embrace. He looked like he was seeing ghosts.

"I already did on your way up here, he's on his way to the compound."

The pair of hyungs, exchanged knowing looks.

Minseok, on his knees he crawled to the floor, his fingers only reaching the pooling blood. He was creating his own horror scene. When D.O. gingerly lifted the underside of her knees to cradle. He did so with the back of her shoulders. Chanyeol and Junmyeon breaking sweat, also on their knees, struggling with themselves of how much pressure to apply to their restraints.

D.O’s movements were the husband’s undoing, broken from his depths. Her head snapped back to an ugly loll, just as Nini and Dae stepped into the passage. They were either done with their tasks to tidy up or the noise had become too much to ignore.

Yixing watched as his friend looked to have been unhinged, when he was at eye level with his wife's half-closed eyes. The sight was enough to run shudders in everyone. Nini spun around and raced back into the room with a hand to his mouth, while Dae unconsciously shot his hands to his head, pacing back and forth, eye glued to the scene. Baek's words of comfort and calm, floating through to everyone else's ears.

"Easy, Dae...She will be alright... She's our fighter... I know she will pull through... hang in there."

Tears, snot and drool were blotched on Minseok's face, a leaf shook no worse than him, on a windy day. Their leader, Xiumin was gone. Only a husband in pain was left, in front of his friends. The physically and mentally strongest of their group, he too passed out shortly after D.O. left with her.

____

“Baekhyun-Hyung

My brightest star, shining through my darkest days. I began all my audio letters preparation with your own. Since you were the one, apart from Min, to have spent most of their time with me in the unique circumstance it had been.

I only wish we had time to be. For you to step away from watching over me, and actually coming over more often, for our video games and chats. Let me put the past and the ‘what ifs’ and ‘it should haves’ aside. Here comes my selfish askance to you, in the folder I will tell you about soon.

Time is running out and I know you can do this and do it right for everyone to play their roles. You are the only who can snap everyone out and in, for every task, you boys get up to. Had there been none of the elder three hyungs arounds, I have always chalked you up to assume leadership. But I do suppose, you could’ve led in your own and very unique manner.

Through it all, I am glad your laughter and smile never faltered. I hope it does not, for all that is to come.

You’re loved… by me.

P.S. it’s okay to share your insecurities and troubles with all of them. They also have your back just as you always have theirs.

P.P.S. You’re in charge of putting together the nursery, along with the rest of the beagle line, I have dubbed thee. You, Chanyeol and Jongdae, will be more than capable. Trust me. Just don’t make too much of a mess that Min threatens life to you all. I will not be around to defend either of you from his wrath. Make sure my babies’ cots don’t fall apart on them… my head is actually screaming at the thought, but again, I trust you all. With all my heart.

P.P.P.S. All the other’s letters should be passed to them, when the right time comes. Look to Yixing and Minseok’s actions to know your timing.”

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Bloody, Beaten, Bruised or Maximum Effort

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This passage contains potentially: scenes of one (or more) characters swearing, blood, self-harm (unintentional) and scenes of a violent nature. whump content and potential tear-jerking moments.

Summary: In this 'chapter' Kirby has her first fight in New Jersey, and stay in New Jersey for a week, leading to some heavy whump content by a certain someone.

Kirby's POV:

Standard match, one on one with a ten minute time limit. Not much for a debut but it's made into a big deal upon learning the opponents were male and female and not the standard male on male.

Jobber VS Newcomer.

Andrew Strong VS Kirby 'Gluttony' Lucifarian.

The bell rings and the fight starts.

"Strong throws the first punch and misses."

"The Ogress capitalises and hits him with a Feeding Frenzy."

"Strong is backed into the turnbuckle but the Ogress continues her attack."

"The referee is forced to separate them and Strong gets The Ogress in a lock-up."

"A swift knee to the stomach and Strong is staggered."

"The Ogress hits Strong with the Organ Grinder and it looks like it's all over."

"She covers Strong and … one … two … three. She's done it! The Ogress has won!"

Walking back to the locker room, I caught a glimpse of Moolah as she sneers at me and I shrug her off, focusing on getting into some clean clothes and going back to the hotel. I change and walk out of the dressing room with my bag slung over my shoulder.

"Good work out there, Kirby."

I recognise the voice and turn to see André, "Thank you, Drey."

"Moolah, doesn't seem to like you girls."

"We're stealing the hag's time in the sun. She always hates people who do that, even if she brings them in. I'll see you soon Drey."

"See you soon, Kirby."

I start walking back to the hotel when I start hearing a voice behind me, gradually getting closer.

"Hey, Miss, I think you dropped this." A distinctly masculine voice called out.

I turned around to see what the person wanted. To my surprise they had picked up my wallet, "Huh, I didn't feel it fall out of my pocket, thank you."

The man handed it to me before introducing himself, "Paul Orndorff. I saw your match earlier, you're fast for a giant, tough too."

"Thank you, Mr Orndorff."

He looked over his shoulder, "Oh, well, I have to go, Piper's waiting for me."

"Uh well, bye Mr Orndorff."

He left without another word and I unzipped my bag slightly to place my wallet inside, zipping it back up and continuing back to the hotel. I spent the night in a cramped hotel room and went to the gym the next morning.

Setting myself up at a heavy bag and practicing as per usual, no interruptions, no one else near by to talk to.

It was as if my mind just drifted away and I went into this mental fog, no gloves on but punching as if I did, breaking through the skin on my knuckles and only stopping after I noticed smears of blood on the heavy bag.

I wiped it down and bandaged my knuckles before moving on to doing push ups, lunges, squats and other exercises that wouldn't leave me covered in blood.

I was alone for the rest of the day, so I ordered some pizza (simple, pepperoni) and relaxed in the hotel, I pulled out a sketch book from my suitcase and began sketching.

I didn't plan on sketching anything too important so I just went with what was on my mind, which happened to be Roddy, Jeez it's like I'm becoming emotionally attached to this idiot.

When I see him next I'll give him the drawing if I have it with me. I close the sketchbook and go back to the gym for around an hour, before coming back to the hotel and getting some rest.

I woke up the next morning (January 9th) and had a day much the same as the last, got up, did my morning routine, went to the gym, came back, ordered Chinese food and started drawing. It was just a shitty little thing, but once again, the Rowdy one came to mind.

What is it with Scottish men and me, is it because I'm a quarter Scottish, is it maybe because I believe in the folk tales and stories of old, of knights on white steeds, saving fair maidens and living happily ever after, while the monsters they kill or maim lie in a pool of their own blood and wish they could've had a different life?

I have no idea, and the idea of my own mind comparing me with those monsters makes me regret ever reading those stories while growing up, rather I should have stuck my head into scientific textbooks instead of tales of heroism and fantastical ghouls, then I would have never become and wrestler or met the amazing people in my life.

I look back down at the paper and decide to let Roddy have two final full page drawings on the other side of the sketches I've already drawn of him, I add in a small note on the page under a picture of Roddy that Sam had found.

The more I looked at the drawings and that lone picture, the more I realised the small details of Roddy's features, the strong jaw with a cleft chin, his hazel eyes? or are they dark blue? either way they intrigue me. And that musculature, Roddy's not slim but not a big man either, he's at that almost perfect weight to body fat ratio. Good lord, listen to me calling … Piper, Roddy, Him, perfect. I think I want to be sick, just to be rid of those thoughts.

Right as I run into the small bathroom I hear a commotion in the hallway and someone being thrown or more accurately, hurled into the other side of the bathroom wall. I take a deep breath, re-fix my mask into it's usual position and dart out into the corridor, right as the commotion ends.

The obvious victim of the bout was on the floor face down with a long, not to deep cut down the back of their left leg and was breathing heavily when I reached them.

"Woah, hey, hey buddy." I whispered to them in an effort to calm them.

"Kirby?"

FUCK

…

That Glaswegian accent, fuck, He's not even supposed to be in town, or is he?

"Piper?!" I whisper-yelled, more to myself than to him.

"Hey…" his voice trailed off, I heaved him over my shoulder and went back into my hotel room, tossing him down on the only bed and grabbing his left foot, reaching over to my suitcase and getting my personal first aid kit, nothing too fancy, some bandages, plasters, the bare essentials. I cleaned the cut and bandaged it, taping the bandage in place.

I glanced up from Roddy's leg and saw that he had passed out, "Shit." I muttered to myself, louder than I thought and his eyes flickered open.

"Kirby? Is that you?" His voice weak but still understandable.

I stood there, frozen to the spot, unable to move, I wanted to cry as I realised how badly he had been beaten up, his eyebrow cut, coming close to his eye, his hairline a mix of matted brown hair and blood that was starting to coagulate and then I started to notice more things wrong with Roddy's visage.

His shirt (a Piper classic, yellow with a wild cat graphic) was torn in several places, showing bruises and nicks in his flesh. His kilt, however, was fully intact, including his belt and sporran, though all of it was scuffed with little scratches, but no cuts.

"Kirby? Kirby talk to me, please?" He spoke so carefully and it broke me.

I dropped to my knees, weeping, and Roddy shot to his feet, before dropping down on his left side and leaning on the bed, getting only a couple of steps closer to me.

"Kirby, are you okay?"

"Roddy, look at ya," I took a deep breath in, "How can you be so beat up and worried about me? How is that possible?"

"Kirby? look at ya, you're crying over me? I thought you didn't care about me that much?"

I wiped the tears from my face and got Roddy back on the bed.

"Stay there, Piper."

"Oh, feisty."

"Roddy! Stay on the bed and don't move."

"Yes Ma'am."

I trudged into the bathroom and ran a long cold shower, and I heard him move off the bed before swearing and sitting back on the bed.

"I thought I said, DON'T MOVE Roddy!"

"Alright, alright. … feisty"

After the shower, I dressed in the bathroom after drying myself off and exited the room. I instantly noticed a sleeping Piper.

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor then."

"C'mere." He lazily waved his arm to try and beckon me over.

"No, Roddy, get some rest."

"Come here and get in the bed." He rolled over and picked up the duvet, lackadaisically blowing a joking kiss in my direction.

"Jesus, Roddy, fine."

I climbed into the bed and felt Roddy's arms curl around my waist and his face between my shoulder blades.

"Rod, get off."

"Wha'?"

"Get off of me."

"Why?"

"Aren't you married, get off."

"if I was married, there would be a ring on my finger," He waved his left hand in front of my face, "No ring, no wife."

"Oh. Still, get off."

"Now, would that be 'get off' in the, leave me alone, way or the 'get off' in the, I love you take me now, way." The latter a clear joke but it annoyed me even more.

"Leave me alone, Roddy."

He slid his arms off and rolled to face the other way.

"Small bed, Kirby."

"I wasn't expecting company, Piper."

"Your tattoos are nice."

"Sleep, Piper."

"I'm just saying."

"Roddy, you are injured, sleep."

"I looked through your sketchbook earlier, y'know, when you were in the shower, just flicked through it, and wow, you're a great artist."

"For the love of God, Roddy! would you please just get some sleep."

"Alright!, alright. No need to yell."

"One more word and I'm chucking you out the nearest window."

We both fell silent and managed to get some sleep, it wasn't until sunrise that either one of us awoke. As I stirred from my slumber I was face to face with the Scottish idiot. I yelped and, without realising his legs were intertwined with mine, fell off the bed with him falling on top of me, waking Roddy up in the process.

"Oh, well, morning sweetheart, did I wake ya."

"Rod, get ya damn 'Loch Ness Monster' away from me."

Rod's cheeks turned pink and he quickly looked down between our bodies before sheepishly standing up and hurrying to the bathroom, I took the chance to change into a graphic tee and some black jeans, not noticing that Piper had left the bathroom door wide open, until I heard his voice.

"Woah, so uh, all of you is bigger than normal?"

I yelped and threw one of my shirts at his face, before realising that I had thrown the shirt I was planning on wearing at him, "Wait, Roddy, I need that shirt."

He laughed before handing me back my shirt, "Uh, thank you … for …saving me last night."

"Were you even supposed to be in town?"

"Well no, but I …" He trailed off

"I can't hear you, Roddy?"

"It's nothing, really."

I continued on with my normal routine, mindful that Roddy was in the same room as me and injured. It wasn't until the phone rang that I had a problem, before I could reach the phone Roddy had already answered it.

"Who is this?"

I could hear a loud, angry voice on the phone and Piper got defensive.

"You think you're a hard man do ya?!"

Damien. That's got to be Damien, which means I am in some real trouble now. Thanks Piper, ya dafty.

"I'll get her to call ya back once you've calmed down."

He slammed the phone back into it's place and breathed out a hefty sigh.

"Kirby, is Damien your boyfriend?" He seemed instantaneously calm

I almost choked on air for a moment, "No! He's my manager, and he's like double my age. He's Vic," I paused for a moment, "He's my dad, as well as the other members of the D.O.D. We're not all his biological daughters though, just Vickie."

"So, he adopted you?"

"I guess you could say that." I avoided looking him in the eyes.

"Tell me the truth. Now!"

"Promise you won't tell anyone first."

"I won't tell a soul, now, why are you so, uptight, about who he is to you."

"First things first, my name isn't Kirby Lucifarian, it's actually Kirby Trevor."

"Oh, so Damien's not you're adoptive father, either?"

"No, my real parents are Heaven and Eric Trevor. Damien's Vickie's dad and only Vickie's dad."

"Are either one of your parents giants? or is it just you?"

"Just me, the closest person to me in height, family-wise was my uncle Rory. He's the reason I have the tattoo on my wrist."

I walked up to Piper and showed him the 'R' tattooed on my right wrist.

"So, he passed away?"

"Yeah. He died, eleven, no no, twelve years ago now, when I was Seventeen, My uncle Vaughn died a couple months later, he's why I have the lighter on my left arm, my uncle Vaughn was best known for being, in the nicest terms, a layabout smoker, and the smoke took him in the end."

"So, you have a lighter to remember a man who died by smoking?"

"Dark, I know, but uncle Vaughn would've laughed at it. Erik laughed at it when I explained it to him."

"Eric, your dad?"

"No, no, Erik, with a 'K', my old tag partner before I joined the D.O.D. I think you would've liked him."

"Really, now why would I like a guy I know nothing about?"

"Well, Erik's Scottish, He's from Edinburgh. He's tall-ish, then again I am a giant, so who am I to say what's tall, he's six-foot-five. He played the bagpipes when he was younger, he quit playing when he was twenty-three, same year we lost the tag titles."

"Rough," He interrupted "Continue, please."

"Uh, well. Erik's strong, very strong, he would compete in the Highland games and well, … I guess back then I thought I'd never leave him, until Damien gave me an offer I couldn't refuse and I left him. I had a whole life with him planned inside my head and I left it all behind, for what, cramped hotel rooms and breakfasts with André."

"You had breakfast with André the giant and you didn't tell me … You, You had a good Scottish man, and you left him, for," He gestured to the room, "all this?"

"Well I jus-"

"No," He held my jaw and looked me straight in the eyes, "You had a life, a man who obviously a close relationship with you, and you gave it up for breakfasts with André and shitty hotel rooms."

"I know I'm stupid."

"But you're not stupid, you saved me, I could have died in that hallway and you brought me in here, you stopped that bastard from killing me. I could kiss you."

"Please don't."

Sorry for cliff-hanger ending, but … END OF BLOODY, BEATEN, BRUISED or MAXIMUM EFFORT.

[raven-black102]

The Guardian Angel Part 2

You guys wanted a part 2. I didn't think you guys would like it. I was wrong. ^¬^

(Y/n)'s POV

For the first few days it was strange in school. The Cullen's and Hales kept talking to me as if we where friends for years. For some reason I felt more drawn to Jasper which Pennywise didn't like nor did he trust him. He told me he sense that their weren't human. He could hear their heart beat or blood rushing in their veins beside Reneesme and Jacob.

"If their not human what are they?" I asked him as I lay on his lap and he was playing with my hair. "Theirs people called Quileute Tribe at La Push. Their called Wolf Shapeshifters and their enemies are called the pale faces or cold ones." Pennywise said as his eyes flash yellow before going blue.

"Maybe we can find a book about them?" I asked him setting up. "Can I eat anybody?" He asked excitedly causing me to giggle as I put on my shoes. "Thats only if their bad people." I told him getting up to streach. "Then lets get going!" Pennywise yelled happily aa he turned to his human form and drags me up the stairs.

Time Skip

"Penny!" I yelled as I was on the ground. Pennywise turned into his clown form and started to attack the group of men that tried to hurt me. "(Y/n)!" I heard causing me to turn around wide eyed as I saw Jasper look at me then tense up. Pennywise turns into a huge wolf as he already eat one of the guys.

"Holy shit!" I heard getting up as Penny went after him. "Penny!" I yelled about to go after him only for something to grab my arm. "What are you doing?!" I snarled as I tried to get out of his gripe. "That thing can hurt you (Y/n)!" Jasper yelled causing me to look at him in pain.

"He'll never hurt me. Just because he isn't human, that doesn't make him a fucking Monster!" I yelled as I hit him only for it to be useless. "Pennywise! Let me go before he kills anyone else!" I yelled crying as I felt the need to save Penny. "Then we'll go together." Jasper said letting me go causing me to run off the direction where Pennywise went.

Time Skip

3rd Person POV

"Penny! Its okay!" (Y/n) called as she notice Jasper tensed up. Pennywise was covered in blood as his eyes shine a yellow red color. "(Y/n)." Jasper warn causing Pennywise to turn and look at him. "What are you afraid of Jasper?" Pennywise asked grinning as (Y/n) walks towards Pennywise. Jasper eyes widen as he felt fear slowly consume him. "Penny. Look at me." They heard a very soft gently voice.

Pennywise looks down to see (Y/n) looking at him in pain. "You're a human." She started causing Pennywise to shift and turn into his human form. Jaspers eyes widen in shock at seeing Robert then growled lowly as he hugs (Y/n).

"Everything is okay. I'm still here for you." (Y/n) said as she runs her fingures through his hair. "Jasper. Promise me. Promise me you won't tell anybody about this." (Y/n) said as Pennywise held her tightly. Jasper bit his bottom lips as he looks at (Y/n) (E/c) eyes. Jasper can sense the desperation along with the sadness coming off of Robert.

"I promise." Jasper said causing (Y/n) to smile softly before looking back at Pennywise. "Let's go home. Yeah?" (Y/n) asked softly causing Pennywise to pick her up and they disappeared.

Time Skip

A small sigh escaped my lips as I parked my car in the student parking lot. I looking at the empty passager seat next to me causing me to sigh again and turn off my car. I quickly put on my headphones and blast my music as I grabbed my backpack and close and locked the door. After what happened last night I'm had Pennywise put to bed rest for the whole month.

I looked down as I ignored everyone amd went inside the school to get to my first period class. "(Y/n)." I heard causing me to roll my eyes as I sat at the back of the class. "(Y/n). Wheres Robert?" Amanda asked me causing me to glare at her. "At him. His sick and I put him to bed rest." I told her causing her to frown at me. "Oh." She said causing me to roll my eyes at her.

"Amanda why don't you just kindly go fuck yourself and leave me and Robert the fuck alone." I snarled at her causing her eyes to widen in shock. Then I sudden felt calm as Jasper sat next to me. I glare at him before sighing and giving in. Amanda blushes at the sight of Jasper and quickly went to her seat.

"So Roberts sick?" Jasper asked me softly causing me to bit my bottom lip. "His just to used to eating people that he has a hard time controling his hunger. Now he doesn't even want to look at me." I said sadly as I look at my hands. "He'll be okay." Jasper said as he placed a cold hand on my knee. "I just wish that he sees what I see. I don't see him as a monster." I mumbled as I tooking Jasper's hand in mine.

Time Skip

I smiled softly as I moved a strained of my (h/c) hair out of my face. Me and Jasper were at his place doing a project for history. I sat on the floor with my back against the couch while Jasper sat on the couch next to me. "How's Pennywise?" Jasper asked me as its been almost a month since the incidence.

"His doing fine. His going back to how he was before that happened." I told him as I typed away on the laptop. "How is it that your okay with him. With me." Jasper asked causing me to chuckle at him softly. "I'm not the type to judge some just because of their past. And he saved my life." I said softly as I quickly whipped the tears off my cheeks.

"How so?" I heard causing me to look up and raised and eyebrow at Emmett. Its strange being in the house and knowing what they are as they know about Pennywise. "My old home was kind of like this town. Small, quite, but we had a curfew. At the time Pennywise was feast on humans but mostly children." I said as I saw Rosalie tense up.

"Pennywise has the ability to create illusion and turns into what you fear most. His true form are deadlight. I don't know much about it. I don't want to know." I told them as I closed my laptop. "I was kicked out of my parents home because of rumors saying I was sleeping with boys left and right." I told them as I run my hand through my hair.

"It was cold and dark outside. I was surrounded by bully from school and I was beaten." I said lay my head back on the couch as I closed my eyes. "I don't remember much but I can hear them screaming and for a while I accepted the fact that I'm probably going to die." I said not noticing the look of pain in Jasper eyes.

"When I opened my eyes there stood Pennywise covered in blood looking down at me with those adorable blue eyes." I said smiling at the memories. "He gave me a place I could call home then a group of kids tried to kill him. I had to fight them and manage to take Pennywise with me. So now I guess you can say we're running away." I said opening my eyes to look at the siblings.

"When he told me when his creator just put him to this world. He had no idea what to do or what he is." I said softly as I look at my hand. "Sadly his first meal was a pregnant woman who was dying." I said then sighed as I felt my phone vibrate. "So he just eats kids?" Emmett asked as I took notice how tense Rosalie is. "For a while. But he'll eat adults too if they ever get anywhere near his territory." I said pulling out my phone to see a Picture of Pennywise laying down in bed.

"It Penny." I said getting up and went outside. "Penny? What's wrong?" I asked as I stood outside. "Where are you? I-I need you." Pennywise said causing me to tense up as my bottom lips quiver. "I was doing a project for school. I'll be home in a bit." I said softly as I heard Pennywise whimper. "Please." He begged causing me to bit my bottom lip. "I'm on my way." I said softly hanging up and getting inside quickly to get my things.

"What wrong?" Jasper asked causing me to move a bit faster. "Its nothing. I got to go." I said getting my laptop and quickly went to the front door. "I can drop you off." Jasper insisted as he appeared at the front door. "Fine but I have to go home now. He needs me." I said softly as I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

Part 3 maybe?

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