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i’m on a vc with @zozo-01 and this girl fully just dropped the most soup-crushing angst that she is gonna put on tumblr if the leafs lose (which they obviously will) all non-chalant

like please zo you’ve HURT ME (AND TUMBLR) ENOUGH, THE HEART CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH

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zo why is it my first introduction to this fandom was angst like I GOT SO CONNECTED TO ALEK AND SERGI SO QUICK AND THEN YOU RIPPED THEM OUT OF MY HANDS I-

"a shared name (and a little more than that).

In honour of the fact that tattoos are hot as hell, I thought it be nice if we gave Sergi a little bit of angst. Gotta give my favourite werewoof some of my signature love on this blog!!!

The lovely Chelsea "Cherry" Roberts and tattoo design that started this fic belongs to talented @andr0leda and the amazing Sergi Stolyarchuk belongs to wonderful @barbwritesstuff!!!

[Also tagging @daveyistheloml because she is my number one Stan and I need to indoctrinate her to play the game, @gingerbreadmonsters , she too shall be indoctrinated and @ejunkiet who showed me this wonderful fandom to begin with!!!]

CW: Talks of survival guilt, Grief, Mentions of a major character passing, Fem! Alpha MC, Hopefully no fucked up formatting because we're posting this fic to AO3 ;--;

click here for the ao3 link!

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How does one deal with being a ghost of their past? 

It’s something Sergi has been struggling with since that night. The night when Alek died and he lost his arm and everything went to hell. Where he lost the one constant in his life, the man he could count on. 

(He gained another constant at that same moment.)

He looks back to the days when he and Alek were less scarred, literally and metaphorically, by the world that had shaped them. Despite the two men being cousins, many thought them to be brothers, and in some cases, they thought they were twins. Sergi would argue that if they were twins, he would be the more attractive one. Alek just rolled his eyes at the older man’s confidence, but he never argued otherwise.

The boys never blamed anyone for the innocent mistake. For cousins, they looked uncannily similar. Thinking about that just brought Sergi more dread. 

They say blood doesn’t define family, but in the case of the Stolyarchuk boys, it bonded them together. Their very beings were created from the same stardust, tying them together on this plane of existence. Where one goes, the other is close behind, ready to defend each other against every threat they face. From bar fights to asking Minjo out on that first date, Alek was ready to drag his idiot older cousin from trouble and Sergi was ready to fight for his baby cousin.

 That’s what brothers do. 

The night that Alek had become Alpha, the two had gone out to get tattoos commemorating the event. A big night meant a big celebration, and what bigger one was there than a matching tattoo, some booze and ample hope for what the future will bring? After carefully reviewing their options (really it was Alek stopping Sergi from choosing the first tattoo he saw), they decided to get the others' wolf form, starting from the chest and trailing down their arms.

A silent promise was made that night. That Aleksandr would lead his pack into a bright and prosperous future (and make his big brother proud), and that Sergi will always be Alek’s right-hand man no matter what (and to keep his baby brother safe).

Unbeknownst to Alek, Sergi had a special request for his tattoo. If you looked carefully at the fur of the wolf’s neck, you can see little words hidden among the lines. Мој мали брат. My little brother. No matter where Sergi had gone, he would carry his little brother with him. 

(It’s a shame, really, that Chelsea will never get the chance to. He wanted to share every part of him and now part of him was missing.)

He lost that connection when his arm was ripped from his body, when his little brother was ripped from his life. The only physical reminder that he had of Alek was staring right back at him in the mirror.

To call his death an adjustment period would be a disrespect to the impact Alek had on the pack’s lives. It’s been months since the Blackwell attack, and even longer since the crash, yet everyone still looks at Sergi like he’s him. That because they share the same name or look eerily similar, that he has all the right answers. 

He doesn’t. He will never be half the leader Alek was, but that didn’t change how the pack couldn’t separate the two.

It won’t change the fact that Alek’s name will follow his when Marco asks Sergi to join in on pack fun. Before, Sergi would drag Alek to relax with his family. Now there wasn’t a scowling Alpha begrudgingly following him.

It didn’t change the fact that he could see Minjo’s eyes glistening under the light, wiping her own tears before anyone could see them fall. He knew that in her mind’s eye, her husband was playing with their kids, as it should be. 

It didn’t change the fact that JiAn and Nikolas Jr. have called him father. The children’s eyes were blurry and for a blissful moment, they forgot that their father’s funeral was weeks ago. Sergi was more than willing to provide that respite from grief, even if it amplified his own. 

As children, Alek and Sergi were brimmed with pride that they were forever intertwined. As a man, Sergi so desperately wanted to separate from his brother, an action he knew would be impossible. Even his own heart had forgotten where he ended and Alek began. 

Or should he say “had begun,” considering there was no Alek left for his magic to be weaved with? His death had left a void in its wake, an ever-present feeling (or lack thereof) that just felt wrong. It was a void that his wolf, his magic, his very being was so desperate to fill.

There was no more Sergi and Alek. 

Just Sergi.

And that was the loneliest outcome of all. 

He looks back up at the mirror, Alek’s ghost staring right back at him. He deserves it. To be eternally haunted by the brother he could not save. To be constantly reminded of the beloved father, husband and Alpha that he let die. For once in his life, he wishes that he didn’t resemble Alek as much as he did. That he could go back to being Alek’s cousin, not brother. Maybe then it would be easier for him to look at his reflection. 

(It wouldn’t. His own image has forever been tainted by the dead.)

If he focused, really focused, he could still see his right arm attached to his body. He could see the full wolf art of his late brother. And he could still see the little writing within the fur of the neck. Мој мали брат. It's a cruel twist of fate that the immediate moment Alek had died, Sergi’s tattoo to honour his brother was forcibly removed too. Almost like he wasn’t worthy of that joyful memory between the two, tainted like every other memory that he held precious. He’d be inclined to believe that to be the case. 

Sergi wasn’t a man who usually shed tears, but in that bathroom, he clutched his head and as he cracked under the pressure of the weight of Alek’s memory. Was it so much for a man to want his brother back? Please? If there was a God out there, wouldn’t He be kind enough to grant this simple wish? (Sergi knew he should have prayed more when he was younger.)

There was a soft tap against the door and it dragged Sergi out of his pool of misery. (She was making it a habit to save him from drowning.) 

Shit, he thought that Chelsea was already asleep when he got up. Had he woken her up? Ruined her sleep because he couldn’t swallow down his pain as he should?

“Sergi, can I come in? Or are you gonna come out soon?” Her voice was uncharacteristically soft, not the usual Alpha voice she has started to use around the pack. But rather the love-filled tone that was reserved for him and him alone. Forgive him for being a little wolf-like, but knowing that only he was privy to her more carefree yet loving side did wonders for him.

He sighed, washing his face to get rid of his weakness. “Yeah, Cherry Baby, I’m coming out.” He placed his hand and took a deep breath, composing himself before he saw her. He didn’t need to dump more shit on her than she already carries. He opened the door, his dark brown eyes meeting her kind gaze. His wolf howled at the sense of peace she brought him.

safesafesafesafe

Ain’t this a pretty sight? Sergi Stolyarchuk howling because of a person he loves. The things Chelsea did to him were indescribable, not like he’s complaining. 

She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his collarbone. “Everything all right? You’ve been in there for a while and I heard some sniffling.” Of course, she heard him there. Forgetting the fact that she’s an Alpha, she’s also a wolf with better hearing than most of the damn planet.

He buried his face in her hair, trying to put together an excuse that’ll satisfy Chelsea’s need to take care of everyone (though she argues as Alpha that it’s her duty to), and make sure he wasn’t lying to her. Sergi repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, willing for some words to leave his mouth, knowing every silent moment made her more worried. He started to shake in her arms, trying to hold back the floodgate of emotions to pour out of him.

Before he could say anything, Chelsea rubbed her hands up and down his bare back. She maneuvered herself so that she could hold Sergi’s face in her hands and looked him in the eye. “If you don’t wanna talk now, that’s ok. But I am here for you, always and forever.”

‘Safe. Sergi.’ Her wolf cried out to him. ‘You’re safe with me and you won’t get hurt, not if I have anything to say about it. As your Alpha and as your lover, nothing will bring you pain while you’re in my arms, not for as long as I have a pulse and a heart hellbent on protecting you.’

Oh, the hold this woman has on him. He wouldn’t change it for the world.

He smiled and rested his forehead against hers, the single most devoted gesture that a wolf can do for their mate. (Mate, huh? He never thought he’d be the type to get a mate, but if it’s Chelsea then he’d choose her a hundred times over, in every lifetime.) “Thank you, Chesna. For everything you do for me,” he choked out through his tears.

She used both hands to cup his face, wiping his tears and bringing him closer for a kiss. Kissing Chelsea may be the greatest experience that there was ever to exist. Flying to the moon or winning a championship may produce incomparable euphoria, but there were multiple rings to win or space missions to be had. 

There was only one Chelsea Roberts to kiss. One Chelsea with her cherry lips and her rosy cheeks that flushed when she got embarrassed. One Chelsea and her authoritative smirk that he was madly obsessed with kissing off her face. One Chelsea who looked and held him like he was the most precious and beautiful star in the night sky, despite the scars and bruises that marred his body.

“Don’t be an idiot,” she said as she kissed the scar where his right eye should be. “Your scars are beautiful because it’s proof that you’re alive and here. That you survived through hell and came out with a smile.” She spent the rest of that night kissing and complimenting his body. It’s a night he reminisces about when he’s feeling his lowest.

There was one Chelsea Roberts and Sergi Stolyarchuk had the honour of calling her his. What a lucky bastard.

She pulled away from the forever-too-brief kiss, giggling at his pout when she didn’t lean in for another one. “All right there, loverboy. Let’s head back to bed” – she gently pushed him at his suggestive expression – “and get some sleep. Actual sleep.”

He laughed at her adorable and exasperated expression, letting her drag him back to their bed. His heart felt full knowing that he was able to share himself at his most vulnerable moment and that Chelsea could do the same. For two guarded people, any step taken with trust and love in mind made him giddy. 

The two wolves slid under the covers and faced each other. Chelsea smiled, thumbing the scar over his right eye and looked at him with all the love she could muster. It was a slow process, he is a stubborn bastard, but he was slowly accepting the fact that he was worthy of the look. She made him feel like he was worth a second look of adoration.

It was all too much for him, but the good kind. The kind of ‘too much’ that makes your heart sink because of how full your heart feels.

Choking on his utter love and devotion and admiration he has for her, he managed to tell her, “I love you, Chesna.”

Her eyes widened, and she stopped herself from denying his feelings for her. He hated that. That there was a part of Cherry that would always be shocked to hear that, like she hasn’t heard it before a thousand times. No matter, he’ll always be here to remind her how his magic sang for her.

With shy eyes and a beautiful smile, she repeated back to him, “I love you too.”

Both of their wolves howled in sync, overcome by the connection the two had for each other.

lovelovelovelove

Chelsea guided his head to lay on her chest, playing with his hair and singing a lullaby from when she was young. With every note the woman let out, Sergi fell deeper and deeper into a sleep.

Before he could fully enter the realm of dreams, a final thought crossed his mind like a shooting star.

The night he lost his constant in Alek, he gained another one through Chelsea. And whatever stardust created him, he was certain that she was from that same nebula, and that connection would bind them together for the rest of their time on this plane.

He never thought he could picture a future without his brother. He was certain that whatever dreams he had would revolve around him.

 He dreamt that night about a future with his lover. 

[halscafe]

leave it to @zozo-01 to make me sad over a fandom i’m not even a part of

like what did i do to deserve the pain of being attached to alek and sergei :,))

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6, 8, 10, 18!!!!!

TY FOR THE ASK ZO <3333

6 - say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical)

we starting off strong i see hmmm three physical: (1) my eyebrows (v middle eastern), (2) my nose, and (3) my smile three non-physical: (1) my work ethic, (2) my academic writing ability, and (3) my moral compass

8 - tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

i've been really blessed to have met some amazing friends thanks to this quirky lil website ♥︎ @haradasaya @ephxmerrxl @hott-brownn-sugarr @itsdaifuku @cheolsfriend @tiredandsleepyx @sri-rachaa @gingerbreadmonsters @zozo-01 (in no particular order ♡)

10 - what’s something you’re excited for?

i'm EXTREMELY excited to be done with my crusty undergraduate degree and be done with my masters applications (too much stress for a single girl T-T)

18 - do you still love stuffed animals?

yep! i have one stuffed animal (a lil shark named bruce hehe) that me and my irl friends all got together at an arcade (we each have one that we got on that same day from winning enough tickets)

[halscafe]

strawbebby and cookie chip!!!!

giving u a platonic smooch back ILY GORLY 😘🫶

[halscafe]

STAR WE’VE SUCCESSFULLY BROUGHT ZO INTO GBA 🥳🥳🥳🥳

and ima have to admit, i was in zo’s boat like guardian ily, but i love my necromancer husband more 🤭

Let’s just say @zozo-01 and I had two very different reactions to listening to that one ending of that one Magic of the Heart episode 😆🤣😂

Forgive my atrocious attempts at a chibi style I didn’t think this doodle would work any other way

Based on this:

[halscafe]

hsjsjfjdjs halaaaa go do your workkkk, but also

🙃🧸🥤

HI ZO <33 i shall do my work i promise u hehehe

🙃 what’s a weird fact that you know?

oh hmmmmmm,,,,, help why can't i remember anything weird

uhm heres a random thing I learned in my four years of uni that I remembered right now: the skin is composed of three layers -- the epidermis, the dermis, and the subcutaneous layer. the arrector pilli muscles go to the dermal layer :D

🧸 favourite place to nap?

oml the couch in my living room fs, it's so COMFY. also this isn't a fav, but naps in the bus back home from uni always slap

🥤 what’s your go-to starbucks order?

grande iced americano with almond milk and two shots of brown sugar OR a grande vanilla sweet cream cold brew <33

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ZO THE MOOTUAL IM SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE MET MY BELOVED LOML

THE ZO LOVE IS REAL ACROSS THE ENTIRE FANDOM AND I AM ONE OF THEM (BIGGEST ZO FAN RIGHT HERE <3)

@zozo-01 this won't surprise you, but @thatlesbeanjew and I are in vc talking about mootual love for you, dearest mootie mcmooterson

[halscafe]

*cough* desi!darlin and arab!angel *COUGH*

*clears throat* one like and i work on a wip (either desi! darlin, milo/sweets comfort, the david/darlin whump or the deity au, pick your poison)

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SORRY BABES I CAN’T HELP YOU NOW

U MADE ECHO-JINN MAD NOW U DEAL WITH THE CONSEQUENCES

there are jinns in the docs for i have invoked the wrath of echo

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CONGRATULATIONS ZO

if y’all want some good as writing pieces go hit her up, her writing is just IMMACULATE (especially the angst OOMF)

200 Followers Milestone Event (We made it!!!)

🥳🥳🥳

thank you to everyone who's followed me over the last year and has stuck around through my every thing!!!

in honour of this milestone, i'm down to do some redacted requests from y'all!!! just send me a lil ask and i'll get back to you <3333 i'm pretty much down for everything except smut!!

[halscafe]

GIRL U WERE AWAKE DID U NOT DRINK WATER AT LEAST

kids, if you have a lil demon telling you to not eat or drink for sehri or suhoor, DON'T LISTEN TO IT YOU WILL REGRET IT

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I'VE ASCENDED, I'M IN HEAVEN Y'ALL THIS IS ALL I'VE EVER WANTED AND MUCH MUCH MORE

HAPPY 200 FOLLOWERS ZO MY BELOVED <33

i'm here in your inbox with a lil fic request for your 200 follower special 👀

how's about the first meeting between our fav arab angel and desi darlin' (like when darlin' first comes back to the pack after having dipped to washington 👀)

Hala, my love, me beloved, one of the best enablers I have. FUCK YEA IMMA WRITE SOME DESI DARLIN' AND ARAB ANGELLL!!!! For since both 'desi' and 'arab' are super broad terms, I'm going to specify it so its Pakistani!Darlin' and Lebanese!Angel. (Jeez I wonder why those two nationalities. >.>)

CW: while Angel is gender neutral, they are described as wearing a hijab

"and where you go (you'll always find a piece of home)."

Angel looked at the itinerary on David's clipboard. Most of it was the usual. Checking up on how the pack is doing, informing them what jobs Shaw Security received and reminding them that covert was still prevalent and had to be maintained. (Asher, can you please stop shifting in front on the Pizza Guy before the Department gets on our ass?)

But at the bottom of the page, they found a special note. A line that he had boldened and underlined, something he only does in special occasions. (Him announcing Angel as his mate was one of those said occasions.)

'Tank's coming back today, and I swear if someone gives them shit, they will be dealt with.'

Oh? Well this meeting just got a whole lot interesting.

Angel hadn't met the famous 'Tank', only knowing of them from the stories the other wolves told them, mainly from Amanda and Milo. From what they gathered, Tank was a loner, a scarred, no-nonsense person who will fight when provoked.

They had asked Milo if Tank and David were the exactly the same. Milo shook his head.

"No, they ain't similar in the slightest. Like, they're similar, but Tank's always been... kinder? I know it sounds like they're mean, but they've always had a soft edge to them, don't let that dead face say otherwise."

Every new piece of information made Angel desperate to meet them, to figure out what kind of person they are. And now they'll get the chance to.

"Here Angel, some of your hair is showing," he says as he tucked their hair back under their scarf. The fact that David would do little things to make them comfortable made their heart swoon. It also meant that people were going to enter soon. That Tank was coming too.

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For someone who's hyper early to everything, Darlin' sure as hell took their sweet time getting to the meeting.

Thankfully, they timed their arrival perfectly. They weren't too late, nor were they early enough for someone to berate them before the meeting starts. For the record, they were only here because David would absolutely drag their ass to this meeting. (And Sam would be disappointed in them.)

The meeting went on as it always does. Most of it went over their head, though they couldn't hide their smile when David had brought up Asher's Pizza Guy shenanigans. 'Still the same idiot as ever.'

Less important details were shared, causing Darlin' to zone out a bit. They didn't need to retain irrelevant information, and they were here for already an hour. Darlin' deserves to let their mind wander to a certain vampire they've been spending time with.

And by the time they zoned back in, the meeting was over and people were leaving. They took a deep breath. 'It's ok, it's only David, you have dealt with worse.'

"Tank, get over here!"

"Ya Hmar, David! You could have called them over nicely!"

Before they registered that maybe they shouldn't be laughing at their Alpha, Darlin' doubled over laughing. The simple insult had brought back years of old memories, leaving them damn near dying on the ground.

Through teary eyes, they saw David's unimpressed face and his mate's amused expression. Darlin' remembered where they were and who was in front of them, straightening up and wiping the tears off their face. They cleared their throat, apologizing for their outburst.

Before David could start berating Darlin', Angel hesitantly asked them, "so, um, weird question, and super intrusive, so if you don't want to answer I get it..." Angel trailed off, only continuing when Darlin' nodded their head. "Are you maybe Arab? Like I don't see someone laugh like that unless they know what hmar means, but I didn't want to assume-"

Darlin's smile cut the rambling human off. "I'm not Arab, but I'm Pakistani, so I pick up on a lot of arab words." They snickered, "and I got called a hmar a lotttt back home."

"You had Arab friends?" They said it with such shocked, Darlin' thought it was the first time they'd heard a phrase like that.

"Yea, they were Lebanese and-"

"THEY WERE LEBANESE??" Angel pounced on that piece information, asking more questions that Darlin' was willing to answer.

(David, realizing that neither Angel and Darlin' remembering that he is in the room left with a smile. If there was anyone who would bring Tank back it be them.)

An hour go by, and Darlin's cheeks were hurting. When was the last time they laughed this hard? Talked for this long? Reminisced about the days before Dahlia?

Angel fidgeted with their hands. "I'm sorry for keeping you in for this long. It's just- I love the pack, but I can never talk like this," they gestured to the space between them and Darlin', "with them. They just wouldn't... get it."

Darlin' tipped their head back with a smile. "I get it. And if you ever need to talk like this again, hit me up and I'll be there." They held their hand out.

Angel took their hand and shook it. "Being goofy like this, brings me back, ya know? It almost feels like-"

"Like home?"

"Yea, like home."

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realrealrealrealrealreal REAL

angel meeting darlin woulda been the best thing cause u alr know they are sitting there screaming abt their similarly shared experiences growing up

desi darlin and arab angel best friends supremacy <33333

[halscafe]

zo don't do this to me ur gonna make me cri rjfkerffekn 💞���💕💓💞💘 ILYSM GORLY

@halscafe is the only person to ever exist and i love her sososo much <333333

[halscafe]

nahhhh that ain’t me idk what you’re talking about

that’s a bot right there

the last hour and a half is proof that you should reblog all the art and fics you love because you never know when you're reminded of the art and spend more than 10 mins looking for it because it's not on your blog and now you're sobbing and i'm literally dying-