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marshmallow-phd · 3 years

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Healing Touch

Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Wolf!AU

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Summary: Medical school abroad was the last line on your to-do list before starting the rest of your life. Everything was going according to plan. Everything, that is, until tragedy strikes your campus. In the wake of a professor’s untimely death, you’re partnered with the cute boy with a breathtaking smile in the newly combined labs. You find yourself unable to resist the dimples and shy glances, but his life is here with no plans of leaving. Will you continue on as planned or will you accept the hand that Fate had dealt you?

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I Final

Yixing knew that he needed to get out of the car. The engine still rumbled, giving away his presence. Inside the farmhouse, the others were waiting for him so they could carry out the “family meeting”. Yixing already knew what it was about. And he still hadn’t made up his mind on how – or even if – he was going to tell his pack that this whole situation might be his fault.

Seeing the front door open, Yixing cut the engine and jumped out. Baekhyun poked his head out the screen door. “Are you coming? Junmyeon’s started pacing!”

“Yeah, I’m coming,” Yixing murmured as he kicked his car door shut.

So many doors. So much opening and closing. And the most important one he’d slammed shut himself. He could still see the dejected look on your face more clearly than the steps in front of him. Why did he have to be like this? So noble and overly righteous? He had his mate in his hands and he pushed you away. He needed to keep you safe – but was distance really the right way to do that?

Everyone else was already squished into the living room. There wasn’t much space in this area of the house, which was why they usually had meetings in the kitchen. Junmyeon must have been determined that no one be distracted by food or other easily reachable items.

Said alpha gave Yixing a very pointed look as the latter made his way to the back of the room, squeezing in between Chanyeol and Minseok against the wall.

“Everything okay?” Minseok asked quietly. Yixing nodded, but Chanyeol still threw a concerned glance his way.

“Alright, now that everyone is here,” again with the classic scolding Junmyeon glance, “we need to have a serious talk. There was another attack-”

“Another one!” Jongin exclaimed. His mouth hung on its hinges as he glanced around the room.

“Yes. Thankfully, this one survived. And he might have seen the wolf that attacked him.”

Chatter broke out among the wolves. Some where ecstatic at the possibility of finally knowing who this killer might be. Others were thankful that the man survived. Guesses bounced around about what this rouge wolf could look like. Baekhyun enjoyed the idea of it being a bear-like wolf, larger than even Chanyeol or – he’d stopped himself before he said another name that would shift the mood of the room in a flash.

“Nah, I bet its weak and sickly,” Jongdae interjected.

“Red fur?”

“No, those are rare.”

“I bet it’s blonde and shrimpy like Jongdae.”

“Watch it, Sehun.”

The chatter grew, even with Junmyeon’s insistence that they quiet down. So many voices piled on top of each that finally Yixing couldn’t take their theories anymore.

“It was a gray wolf.”

Despite Yixing’s neutral and low tone, the rest of the pack heard. Immediate silence. All eyes turned to him in confusion. He kept his arms crossed over his chest with his own gaze down on the floor.

“That’s a boring guess,” Sehun grumbled.

“Its not a guess,” Yixing admitted. “That’s what the man said at the hospital.”

Junmyeon stared hard at Yixing. “How do you know that’s the man said?” Lifting his eyes up, Yixing hardened his features. Under his arms, his fists curled tightly, his nails digging into the skin with a dull pain. He’d opened another door. And he didn’t think he could close this one again. Junmyeon sighed. “Everyone out.”

Everyone was reluctant to move.

“Now!”

Feet scrambled and tripped over one another as everyone but Yixing ran out of the room and to the kitchen. Junmyeon hated being forceful like that, having to raise his voice at the others. It was no surprise that he immediately melted back into a calmer state.

“Yixing…” came his steady, yet authoritative voice. “Tell me everything. Please.”

Yixing took a deep breath. It was better this way. He hoped.

“I’ve been blacking out.”

“What?”

“They started around the same time the attacks did,” Yixing explained. “Sometimes I get a headache first. Sometimes it just happens. I lose time – hours usually. And then within that time, there’s an attack.” He could feel his throat closing in. It was more devastating than he’d pictured – telling the truth. He feared his pack turning on him, putting the blame on him, even if it was rightfully done. He’d always been the odd one out, the wolf with a different ancestry. He used to have others to relate to, but when they left….

“Have you ever woken up with blood on you?” Junmyeon asked cautiously.

“No.” A small miracle. There was one time, but he’d found the poor rabbit just a few feet away and the smells matched.

“There could be another explanation for this,” Junmyeon insisted.

Yixing wanted to believe him, but there was other evidence against the hope. “He said it was a gray wolf.”

“Its not that uncommon of a color.”

“But he was attacked right during another one of my blackouts.”

“And where were you?”

“I was in the forest. Running. Alone.”

Junmyeon frowned. “Why were you doing that?”

Yixing shrugged. “I was… happy. Things were going in a good direction with Ming. I just needed to let the energy out and I wanted to be alone….”

“And then a blackout?”

Yixing nodded. “I woke nearby. (Y/n) was the one who had found him. I’d heard her screaming. We took him to the hospital and then I saw (y/n) home.”

“Did you talk to the police?”

“Yeah. All I told them was that I was in the area next to the nature center and heard (y/n) scream.”

“They didn’t think it was odd that you were naked?”

Yixing cringed, embarrassed. “I had my pants on, (y/n) gave me her jacket-” his jacket - “so they didn’t question it.”

“And (y/n)?”

“I doubt she fully believed my hiking story.”

Junmyeon let out a full lung’s worth of a sigh. His shoulders were weighted down by the pressure to keep their existence a secret and also take care of his pack. Would he outcast Yixing to protect the rest? Yixing wanted to cling to the hope that that wouldn’t be the case, but there was always a chance.

Stepping forward, Junmyeon placed a hand on Yixing’s shoulder. A smile, strained but reassuring, crept on his face. “We’ll figure this out. I don’t believe it’s you, but something bigger might be happening. Don’t go through this alone anymore, okay?”

As expected, a rumbling off footsteps shook the floor. Seven pairs arm wrapped around Junmyeon and Yixing.

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Baekhyun whined.

“We could have helped you,” Chanyeol jumped in.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” Minseok agreed.

Yixing smiled, but said nothing. He still wasn’t sure if he’d made the right decision in revealing his condition. There was no telling what lied at the end of this road – either Yixing would be free to live his life with you or he would be outcast from the pack with a heavy conscious.

“Did I miss something?”

All heads snapped to the front parlor. Ji Yeon stood in the entryway with a coffee cup in one hand and her laptop bag in the other. Small chuckles echoed around the room as the group shifted away from each other. Even Yixing gave off a short laugh. It was a nice release, but now that meant Ji Yeon would need to be made aware of the current situation, adding to Yixing’s fear. As Minseok shuffled closer to his mate, Yixing slipped out of the room, wondering when he would be able to be close to his own mate again.

It was one thing to think about personal issues on personal time. It was another to stop coming to class altogether. And for once, it wasn’t you avoiding the problem.

You had gone to class like normal, even though you were fully aware that a certain someone would – or, at least, should – be sitting in his usual seat when you arrived. You weren’t surprised at all when he hadn’t found you to walk you from class to class. That was to be expected after the abrupt ending to your last encounter. But him skipping class altogether was unexpected. Yixing was a dutiful student. Being in class was important. And yet, his seat was conspicuously empty when you stepped into the lab.

It was suffice to say that you were a little put out by his avoidance. You had conceded to the idea that you were going to suffer through having to sit next to him all class period and yet, all your panicking and worry was for not.

Maybe this was secretly a good thing. Maybe you would be able to concentrate better with the table to yourself.

That was not the case.

While you tried to concentrate on Professor Jiang’s lecture, your mind kept wondering back to Yixing.

Was he okay? Was he avoiding you? Had he dropped the class for good? Because of you?

What were the “things” that he needed to figure out? Were you right in thinking that he had a girlfriend off campus? Or was something else going on? Family things?

Your head was spinning with all the different possibilities. You might have heard a few technical terms during the lecture, but none of it sunk in. The pencil in your hand hardly scribbled across the notepad. Words floated meaningless from the textbook.

When Professor Jiang ended the session, you closed the textbook with a hard slam. Many eyes turned to you in shocked curiosity.

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you quickly packed away the rest of your supplies. Keeping your head down, you rushed out of the classroom and through the halls until you were outside under the cloud-hidden sun.

Finding a bench, you sat down, leaning forward on your knees as your eyes trailed over the cracked concrete sidewalk. That period was a dud, you were sure of that. At some point you would have to squeeze in extra study time to make up for the inability to control your attention. It was all Yixing’s fault. He was the one who had kissed you and then left. A few times you had unlocked your phone to call him, but never went through with it. You didn’t want to come off as desperate or clingy. You were trying not to care. In the past, you never had before. There was no reason for Yixing to be any different.

Except that he was.

You felt a bit… broken. Or perhaps rejected was the right word. There was a lot going on inside you that it was hard to pinpoint the exact emotions. Those words were both exaggerated and not enough in their explanations.

Deciding that you were done with this oddly out of character pity party, you stood up and continued walking until you’d left the campus grounds all together and crossed the street in the direction of your apartment.

Ran was home when you walked through the door. Her music – vibrating loudly through the miniature Bluetooth next to her on the floor – drowned out your steps into the living room. Spread out around her were notebooks, textbooks, different colored pens and a half-filled coffee mug. A one-person study session. She jumped when she finally noticed you. “Oh, hey!” She reached over and turned down the music so it was now at a low background noise level. “What are you doing already?”

“I wasn’t feeling too well,” you lied. She believed you since you were sure you looked the part. “I thought it might be best to come home and lie down.”

Ran jokingly cringed away from you. “Ew, don’t get me sick. I have plans with Hae In this weekend.”

“I don’t think it’s a bug or anything. My body might just be rebelling against lack of sleep.” Surely Ran had heard your tossing and turning the last several nights.

“Hey,” Ran caught you attention again before you could escape to your room. “So, uh, did anything happen between you and that Yixing guy after I left?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully.

You shook your head. “No. We talked about class a bit and then he went home. Family emergency or something like that.”

“Hm. Interesting. Well, take it form me, he definitely likes you.”

“I doubt that.”

“No, seriously.” Ran took a sip from the mug, flinched at the now probably lukewarm liquid, and then put it back down. “The way he was looking at you, he likes you. A lot. I think you should give him a chance.”

You chewed on her observations. “I’ll think about it.”

Safe in the four walls of your tiny room, you curled up on your bed with your back against the headboard. As wonderful as sleep sounded and even with Ran now keeping her music at a more manageable level, you doubted your brain would be able to shut off. To try and be distracted by something, you logged into the “Dream University’s” website to check your status.

Still waitlisted. Okay. This was fine. You weren’t actually expecting any change. You just wanted something to do. You were growing antsy. Coming home might not have actually been the best idea. It was the walk itself that had been helpful, freeing for your mind. Now that you were still again, you were back to where you were in the classroom. Unfortunately, the overthinking anxiety wouldn’t let you just get up and go – not with Ran still in the living room. Did it make any sense? Absolutely not. Did that matter? Nope.

About twenty minutes or so went by with you simply scrolling through social media until you heard the music stop and the rustling of the school supplies being picked up. After five minutes of clean up, the front door opened and then closed again. Just to be extra sure that Ran was gone for good, you watched the clock on your phone click by for ten minutes.

Now you were able to leave.

Wrapping up in a jacket (not Yixing’s), you checked your pockets for all the essentials and then headed out the door.

It was back to the nature center for you. It probably wasn’t the smartest place to go given your last adventure in the park, but it had nice winding trails and there would be people around – at a distance, that is.

The clouds were still heavy in the sky when you arrived. Not to the point where they threatened rain, but enough to color the world a dull gray. Squirrels dotted along the path. Their bellies were round and full, telling you that the locals had been feeding them despite the signs that clearly advised against it. Some were brave enough or curious enough to come close to you, but scurried away as soon as it was clear that you were not one of the gracious humans that bestowed them fluffy bread.

Letting your feet guide you along the asphalt path, you let yourself be absorbed in the trees. Your mind still wander towards Yixing, but you didn’t fight it anymore. You were hoping that overexposure would lead to a numbness, an immunity. But he wasn’t a disease attacking your body, he was just a boy. A cute, dimple-smiled boy who made you feel at ease.

Crack!

You snapped your head up at the sudden sound. You half expected a bunny to come hopping out of the side bushes, letting you laugh at yourself. But it wasn’t a bunny twenty feet off the trail.

It was a wolf.

A gray wolf. Just like the hiker said. And it was staring right at you.

Scanning the area, you searched for the closest route to the main center, but you were too far in. This was exactly why you avoided the woods!

You vaguely remembered the advice not to run because then the wolf would treat you like prey. It always sounded like stupid advice. Even more so now as the creature charged in your direction. You charged off the path in the opposite direction of the wolf, pushing the air out of your lungs and screaming as loud as you could.

“Are you sure it was around here?”

Yixing threw Junmyeon a look. “Yes. I’m sure.”

The two wolves were currently trotting through the woods to find the spot where Yixing had found the man and Ming. Junmyeon wanted a better look at the scene in the off chance he might get a better intact of the scent left behind. Each time they’d gone looking for answers in the past, the scent had been too old and dulled to really pick it apart. They were probably too late now, but they’d spent the last few days at the farmhouse, keeping an eye on Yixing to see if another blackout would occur. It hadn’t, much to Junmyeon’s disappointment.

“It was close to the nature center,” Yixing explained once again. They’d come from the north, rather than straight from the center. Yixing had hoped that he’d have a better insight to the location. They were getting warmer.

A sudden twig snap made their human ears perk up.

“Could that be--”

“It was probably just a rabbit,” Junmyeon guessed.

As if to prove him wrong, the snap was followed by a wolf’s rumbling howl. And then a high pitched scream.

Yixing gasped. He knew that scream.

“That’s (y/n)!”

Junmyeon looked at him, unconvinced. “Are you sure?”

Yixing’s response was a ferocious growl as he took off without his alpha. A wolf always knows his mate.

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ritsukiayame · 5 years

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Ocean Scene

Warnings: Implied mention of suicide, drowning

Words: 2147

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Jun watched the fire burn brightly as it continued to grow from the multiple logs Shawn and Hahn added to the bonfire. He listened intently to the crackling of the fire as it grew louder as it almost completely drowned out everything else….

“Jun?”

Jun blinked and tears formed in his dry eyes. He rubbed them and looked up to the source of the voice.

“You could burn your eyes that way you know,” said Maya looking at him with a look that was between concern and confusion.

“Yeah..” Jun nodded and scooted back on the blanket trying not to get more sand on it.

“Alright guys we got the goods!” Jun and Maya turned around to see Alex and Yoona bringing what looked like was their dinner. Alex carried plastic coolers in both hands looking like it was easy to lift. Yoona had cans of beer wrapped around her arms.

“How on earth did you get the beer?” Shawn asked as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and the bridge of his nose where his glasses rested.

Yoona shoved a cold can into his hands. “Just take it.”

“But we’re underaged-”

“Shawn I swear to god just take the goddamn beer. There’s no one on this beach except us. Take it.”

Shawn obliged as a giggling Hahn happily took the can from his hands.

Everyone passed out beer cans and meat skewers to roast in front of the bonfire. They were getting settled in for the night of their spring break enjoying their first time having a beach campout. Jun knew how much Hahn and Maya wanted this after weeks of non stop talking and planning about it he was happy that the plan followed through. As everyone set up their kabobs next to the bonfire on a metal rack, Jun noticed something was missing. Or more like someone was missing.

“Wait you guys… where is Ruki?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing as they began to realize the same thing.

“He was just here setting up the bonfire wasn’t he?” asked Maya.

“You guys were with him last so you should have known.” Yoona crossed her arms looking annoyed, as usual.

“Guys I’m sure he didn’t go far-” Shawn started.

“Shawn he could be anywhere on this beach. Or worse, he could have wandered off,” said Yoona sternly.

“I don’t think Ruki would be that kind of person though,” said Hahn. “I mean he is usually the most sane one out of all of us.”

“Are you implying that all of us are insane Hahn?” scoffed Alex.

Jun, trying to avoid the conversation that was leading to nowhere, got up and started walking. “I’m going to go find him. I’ll be back.”

“D-do you want us to go with you?” asked Maya.

“No!” Jun said suddenly. That made it sound like he wanted to be alone with him. Even though that was partially the main reason why. The other reason was he was worried about him. Of course. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry. He wouldn’t be able to miss the bonfire anyway.”

“Okay. Just be careful out there.” Alex saluted. “You never know what you might find-”

“Alex. We are literally the only ones on this beach. We are fine.” Yoona gave him a playful push.

Jun waved and then started jogging towards the crashing ocean. It never occurred to him how beautiful this scenery was. The ocean rolling up its waves and the white foam curling up the dark wet glistening sand against the bright full moon. The sound of just the waves rolling was extremely peaceful and pleasant to Jun, almost bringing him peace. He would have enjoyed this if he didn’t have someone to find.

In the distance of the ocean there was someone standing in the water. They were looking in the distance as if they were looking for something beyond the horizon of the ocean. The person was hard to make out because of how dark it was with only the moon as the main light source. As Jun realized that person could only be…

“Ruki!” Jun ran as fast as he could to catch up to him. Water splashing against his knees and soaking up his khaki shorts. He shortened his pace as the water got up to his thighs. He would have to go back to the tent and change his pants, luckily he brought extras.

Ruki slowly turned to Jun and Jun’s heart almost stopped. The moonlight reflected the face that he loved the most against his dark eyes. He creased a small smile which somehow made it seem like a sad smile. Jun wanted to grab him and hold him tight but the knots inside was holding him back as always. “I didn’t know you would find me,” Ruki said softly.

“Everyone is looking for you! We got a bonfire started and we got food and….” Jun trailed off and realized that it was just the two of them. The moonlight gave Ruki a more mysterious and handsome look as he always had but with a more heightened effect. Jun still couldn’t believe after this many years that he was still undeniably in love with him. Jun realized he was staring into Ruki’s beautiful eyes too long and stammered. “What… what are you doing out here?”

Ruki chuckled and then looked out into the ocean. “I just thought the moon looked really pretty out here. I never get to see this kind of thing except maybe in like anime and paintings. But it’s really pretty. It's just really calming you know? It's a really peaceful scenery. See how the moon is reflected in the water? It’s like there’s two of them. But it’s amazing. The ocean is so big and the moon is just so small. To us at least. And yet we need the moon to give the ocean its waves.”

Jun realized he was only rambling but he loved hearing him speak. Anything that made Ruki happy and excited made Jun happy and excited. He only wished nothing but happiness for him. That is how much he would give his life to him. He would even give him the moon if he could. Jun walked closer and dared to reach out to him and suddenly Ruki grabbed his hand and pointed out to the horizon.

“See that? Isn’t pretty?”

Jun followed his eyes to where Ruki was pointing as he held his hand at the same time. Jun tried not to blush but he hoped that Ruki wouldn’t be able to notice with the darkness around them. But he was right. It truly was beautiful. The giant full moon with its reflection shimmering against the large glittering ocean. It was truly a fascinating sight with the large white reflection against the dark world. It was almost too surreal. Like too romantic. Ruki lowered their hands and grasped it. Jun almost didn’t function as he realized that they were just holding hands. “Ruki what are you-”

Ruki pulled him into the ocean.

For a moment it took Jun for a while to realize what happened that he was suddenly underwater and he couldn’t see anything. Water flowed into his nostrils as Jun gasped for air as he quickly came up from the water. “Ruki! What was that for?” He was now completely soaked and this was not a good thing since he really didn’t have a lot of clothes to spare.

Ruki laughed and splashed some water at him making him even more wet. “I fell. But since now we’re both wet I guess it doesn’t matter.”

Jun gave him a harder splash. “That’s bullshit! You did that on purpose!”

Ruki pounced on him producing a bigger splash causing Jun to chortle. “Where’s your proof Jun-ming Zhang?”

Jun slapped water at both sides in revenge. It caused a playful water fight between him and his friend. He almost completely forgot that he was supposed to bring him back with the rest. But he didn’t mind water fighting Ruki. He didn’t mind that he was completely soaked from head to toe. The multiple splashes ceased as the boys went further and further into the ocean. The water was now up to Jun’s shoulders. He looked around frantically seeing he was much further from shore than before. And Ruki was once again nowhere to be found. “Ruki?” He looked around at all sides. “Ruki? Ruki? Ruki where are you-”

And he was pulled into the ocean again. He watched the bubbles form around and the watery gaze of the moon reflect on the porcelain surface of the water. He watched the moon get smaller and smaller as he sunk to the bottom of the ocean. He felt his waist something soft like hands. Turning around with the blurriness of his eyes, Ruki was holding him but as if he was sleeping. His body seemed content sinking deeper and deeper to the darkness. That gave Jun a frightening image that without thinking he grabbed the sinking Ruki with all of his strength and pulled him to the surface dragging him behind…

“Ruki! Ruki” Jun quickly pulsated Ruki’s chest as fast as he could. He wasn’t breathing or moving. Oh god please no. “Ruki! Ruki please wake up! Ruki! Ruki! Ruki goddammit don’t go please!” At the end of his strength Jun rested his arms to the side after giving him many pulses. He didn’t need to resort to the last thing… but he had to. He brushed his fingers against Ruki’s soft lips and opened them slightly. He gave himself deep breaths. This was not the time to be thinking about that. He is only doing this to save him. He pinched Ruki’s nose and nervously went for his lips….

Ruki coughed water spouting some in Jun’s face. He backed up by surprise and stammered, “Ruki! Ruki are you okay?” Ruki continued to cough and Jun was suddenly overwhelmed by emotions and brought his head to Ruki’s chest. He blamed it on the salt water but the tears started streaming down his face. “Why did you do that? Why did you do that Ruki? Why?”

“I’m so sorry Jun- Jun? Are you crying?” Ruki shoved Jun’s long blonde bangs to see his crying face. He smirked a little. “I didn’t mean to do that to you. I’m sorry.”

“Why did you do that?”

“I didn’t mean to drag you-”

“Why did you go deeper? It was like you were so happy that you wanted to sink to the bottom? What was that all about?”

Ruki looked surprised as if he had no words to say. Without thinking he wiped the tears off of Jun’s face. The gesture surprised Jun that his mind went blank. The cold soft pads of Ruki’s fingers brushed gently against the lower lids of his eyelashes was almost too much for Jun. It was almost like Ruki was gently caressing him making him feel safe. He had never done that to him before. Ruki made a soft smile that could melt a thousand hearts. “You know, from this angle, your eyes are really beautiful. They’re like…twinkling stars,” he said softly. “You’re beautiful…”

Jun stammered and pushed him away from him. “Ruki what the hell!” He sat next to him with cold knees close to his face. He buried his entire face into his kneecaps turning very red than usual from the cold.

“Sorry I guess that wasn’t the right time to say that,” said Ruki. Both of the boys didn’t move for a while until Ruki said something again. “But… that was the first time I've seen your eyes that close. And they really are pretty.”

“... thanks…” Jun muttered not bringing his face up to his knees. He couldn’t believe all of this just happened but what he couldn’t believe the most was why did Ruki look so content sinking to the bottom of the ocean. As if he wanted to be at the bottom of the ocean. Just what was he thinking? And then suddenly complimenting his eyes… he told him he was beautiful. His poor heart couldn’t take this.

“You said the rest is waiting for us right?” Ruki got up and brought his hand in front of Jun. Jun slowly looked up and nodded. “We should get back and explain to them what happened.” Jun didn’t budge and just stared at his hand. “I’ll tell them that we got distracted. Which I guess is partially true,” he chuckled.

Jun just couldn’t believe this guy anymore. He sighed and grabbed his hand. They walked back to the bonfire in silence listening only to their footsteps in the sinking sand and the rolling waves.

They were greeted with friendly reliefs and drunk cheers from their friends and an angry Yoona who complained about their wet clothes and cooking another batch of kabobs.

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everlarkficexchange · 6 years

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DESTINY UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Written by: @litlifelover

Prompt 38: Katniss and Peeta are destined for each other. But when destiny is tired of the countess fail attempts, she makes one last attempt for them to get their happily ever after. Does it work this time? [submitted by @animekpopxx]

This needs to be said first: I loved that prompt from the start. When I read through the list before deciding if I could make it possible to even join the exchange, it was this prompt I always came back to. Read it, had an idea, was lucky enough to snatch it. So: Thank you for that! :)

But as it is with me, the idea got away with me, turned somehow into kind of a soulmate!AU with fictional characters and all these shenaningans, so this is only the first chapter of my newest WIP. I’m working hard on the next parts, I promise. It won’t be a 50 chapter saga, just something small with 4 to 5 chapters? Let’s see how it’ll work out. ggg

My absolute biggest thanks go to @xerxia31, for hand holding and brain storming and beta reading. And for being the amazing, supportive friend she is.

Last but not least, a very important information: I have a potty mouth, so this story is full of f-bombs and swearing. I mean it! If you don’t like that, you definitely should skip this one. Speaking of Gordon Ramsey being proud of me kinda swearing here. ;)

And now, hope you have fun with my sorry attempt at getting my first soulmate-fic out there.

Ta-ta!

DESTINY UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chapter 1 - Rogue, the Shithead

At the beginning of the universe-

No, wait. That’s reaching too far back. I don’t need to start with the beginning of everything. Actually, I just have to start with Saturday two weeks ago. Everything else will simply be too far fetched. I’m sorry, that stuff tends to get away from me.

So, let’s start again.

Saturday, two weeks ago I found myself and my brother sitting at the counter of a bar somewhere in the middle of nowhere, Connecticut. We sometimes do that, choose some random town, search for a bar and play our game If we’d interfere there.

Now you’re probably asking yourself what the fuck I’m talking about. Who the fuck we actually are.

Well, my name’s Destiny. In other regions of the world I’m called Destinée, Schicksal, Destino, Ventura, Ming, Sina, Los and so on. Although I look like a twenty-something, I’m actually much older than any human brain could ever comprehend. When everything started, I was already there, together with my brother Rogue and my parents, Faith and Time. There are some uncles, aunts and cousins as well, but you know how it is with family. You talk once in a while and only meet when someone marries or dies.

While we had a lot of business during the Ancient Times and the Middle Ages, nowadays we hardly interfere with mankind. They’re pretty self-sustaining. But now and then, we have some fun with the smaller stuff, like weather forecasts. Rogue, for example, loves to mess with big sporting events.

Ever asked yourself why suddenly an outsider won Olympic Gold? Well, now you have the answer. It’s because my brother has no self control most of the time.

Back to the story. So, Rogue and I were sitting at the counter at the bar. It sounds like the start of a bad joke, but it’s actually a monthly occurrence.

“So, anything new happening?” he asked while eating the peanuts from the bowl in front of us. I’m not sure he’s aware what they say about peanuts and their hygienic state when it comes to bars.

“You’re trying to deflect,” I simply ignored his nonchalance. “Don’t think I don’t know what you did with the Super Bowl.”

Rogue just shrugged and took another handful of the snack, but his smirk said enough.

“Why exactly do you constantly mess with this stuff?”

“Hey!” he exclaimed, somehow offended although I was laughing. “At least I use my gift once in a while. When was the last time you ’bestowed someone with their fate’? You’re getting rusty, sis.”

“Not fair!” I shouted; a couple of heads turned in our direction. “I try to let people decide their own destiny, you know that. I only interfere when they stray too far.”

“Like the two over there?”

His mental leap gave me whiplash, but I couldn’t help turning in the direction my brother pointed. As soon as my eyes rested on the group of people, the different colors invaded my sight.

At this point I should probably explain a little how this fate-business works.

So, imagine a huge field filled with people - all different ages, sizes, characters, skins - and every single one of them has his own color. There are blues and reds and greens, mixed with yellows and pinks. Violets and browns, occasionally even a grey or black. The colors swirl around them like dust against the sunlight. Or mist rising at dawn. Sometimes, they show how the person is feeling at the moment, if they’re ready for a change, or stuck in a situation. Similar colors mean a better understanding between people.

We call them soul-colors.

Sometimes, you can even tell if they met the soul they’re supposed to meet. The colors of the two people start to draw them to each other, then. Like someone pulling you on a string in the right direction.

And sometimes - very seldomly - you actually get people with no color. A kind of white light surrounds them. In the rare cases that this happens, the soul is waiting for their destined companion, and once together, they erupt into the same color.

If you ever wanted an explanation for soulmates, I guess that’s is the closest thing there is.

Well, that’s the basics, more or less. We don’t have to go into the details now to understand how it works. Back to that Saturday evening …

At first I had no idea what my brother was talking about.

I saw a couple a little to the back, both wrapped in a similar strawberry red. He was tall, dark and handsome, and his hands were buried in the blonde hair of the girl while she held onto his waist as they kissed. But it wasn’t the strawberry red couple my focus was on, but the two people standing near them, one on either side, backs to each other.

The young woman vibrated in a dark forest green. It was intense, showing she’s very down to earth, knows her place in the world. Her dark hair was in a braid over her shoulder and her silver eyes flashed with mirth. She was on the petite side, but had strong shoulders and toned arms and legs. I supposed she did some kind of endurance sport.

The guy she was talking to flashed in the prettiest gold I’d ever seen, it made his bronze hair shine like a crown and his green eyes shimmer like the ocean. An amused laugh escaped him, and the smirk that adorned his features afterwards brought out the dimples in his cheeks.

Seriously, even my cousin Beau (short for Beauty, which he hates and is a constant source of amusement within the family) isn’t this ridiculously beautiful. But back to the story.

Facing away from them, a little distance away, stood a guy. He was talking to a busty blonde and her boyfriend, their different shades of turquoise intermingling. The guy himself was surrounded in a swirl of sunset orange, making his blond hair look like a burning flame. His sapphire blue eyes though beamed, unaffected by his soul-color. He wasn’t especially tall, but his shoulders were broad, his torso forming a delicious V.

And then something fascinating happened. Forest green-girl turned slightly to grab her drink at the same time sunset orange-guy turned to order another beer from the bartender. As they briefly glanced at each other their colors started to fade.

I gasped, looking wide-eyed at my brother. “Did you see that, too?”

“Yup,” he shrugged, making the P pop, and took another sip from his whiskey. When he put the glass down, I punched him in the arm. Hard.

“Fuck!” Rogue yowled, immediately rubbing the spot where I hit him. “What’s wrong with you?!”

“Fucking fading colors! That’s what’s wrong!” Even to my own ears I sounded slightly hysteric.

For explanation: fading colors isn’t an everyday occurrence. Quite the opposite. In all my time walking this realm not once had I encountered this before. There were rumors. Legends. Fairy Tales. People with missed opportunities mysteriously meeting again, abandoning their own colors. Creating something special: Multi-colors.

“I need to get to the bottom of this.” Surely my face showed my determination, because my brother didn’t even try to stop me from walking over for the End Titles. That’s how we refer to one of my gifts. When I allow it and somehow touch a person, I’m able to see all the fate-altering encounters they’ve had so far, just like credits after a movie.

Pretending to walk over to the old fashioned jukebox to switch songs, I concentrated and allowed my fingers to brush the hair at the end of forest green-girl’s braid.

Time slowed to a standstill. I turned and the current location changed to another scene.

A church. At the front, surrounding the organ, gathered a bunch of people. All of them held a sheet of paper in their hand. In the center front stood a little girl. She was maybe five or six. She wore a red dress, and her dark hair was in two braids instead of one.

Forest green-girl. But at this point in her life she didn’t have her forest green color yet. She was surrounded by white light. Interesting.

“Katniss,” the man at the organ turned to her. “As soon as the choir stops after the first verse, it’s your turn to sing the chorus, all right?” The little girl nodded enthusiastically, making her braids bounce up and down.

The organist started to play, the choir set in. Then they finished the first verse.

Katniss, as I know now, took a deep breath, opened her mouth and started to sing. Her white light flashed once, and I turned from watching her to observe my surroundings. At the hall’s entrance stood a little boy. His blonde hair was an inch too long, constantly falling into his eyes, which were fixated on the singing child.

No soul-color for him either. Huh.

“Peeta!” a harsh whisper interrupted his staring, his eyes immediately averting towards his toes. “I told you to keep close. Why do you never listen?!” A woman appeared beside him, grabbing his upper arm and pulling him away.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he apologized in a whisper, before my surroundings blurred and I found myself in the next memory.

A graveyard. A bunch of people, all wearing black clothing, surrounded an open grave. A priest was reciting some verse from the bible. Katniss stood together with a smaller girl and a woman who, I assume, was her mother. They were directly in front of the casket, their heads bowed. She was still colorless.

When her light flickered again, I discover Peeta on the other side of the graveyard, a bouquet of flowers in his hands. I blinked once and watched as he put the flowers in a vase beside a gravestone inscribed with Gregory Mellark. By the birth date shown on it, I assumed it must be his grandfather. The boy looked up and I saw his light flicker when his eyes turn to the procession at the open grave, which by now was slowly trickling away. The only one who remained was Katniss, still standing there staring down. On instinct Peeta grabbed one of the flowers from the bouquet and started walking in her direction.

I blinked and was standing again behind Katniss. The provisional cross at the grave read Caleb Everdeen. With a deep sigh, Katniss turned and stepped away from the casket, brushing away a single tear from her cheek.

After a couple of steps she turned back, by instinct maybe, just in time to see a blond boy placing a sunflower at the food of the cross.

My surroundings blurred again.

This time, I found myself in a hospital. Doctors and nurses rushed around, everyone was busy. I discovered Peeta walking with a slightly older version of himself who was hobbling on crutches towards the exit. An older, blonde man walked on the other side. Peeta was not yet an adult, but definitely in his teens. The baby fat had melted into a slim waist, strong shoulders and defined arms. Again, no soul-color.

“How was physical therapy today, Rye?” the older man asked the teen on the crutches. The boy answered, but I wasn’t interested in his reply, because Peeta’s light flickered when he turned his head just slightly. His eyes skimmed over a young, dark haired woman frantically calling for a doctor. Her arm was wrapped around the shoulders of a blonde girl with tears in her eyes, clutching her arm protectively. A few dark strands of hair had escaped the braid falling over her shoulder.

Peeta stepped through the sliding doors with his family and the scene disappeared.

Next I was in the middle of a frat party. Beside me, a shirtless douche, wearing a loincloth, played tonsil hockey with a slutty nurse. Ah, it’s Halloween. Fucking great, I hate that stupid holiday.

It took a little while to find Katniss in the costumed throng. She was dressed in a long, white robe, a golden holster filled with arrows strapped to the back, together with a golden bow. Her feet were in gladiator sandals.

Well, at least she got that right about cousin Artemis.

She was with a friend, who I recognized as the strawberry-red girl from the bar. Strawberry-red guy was just making his way over to them. Figures they met on Halloween. Katniss smirked when she saw him approach, and excused herself, muttering something about needing another drink. She turned and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

It’s the same as every time before: Her light flickered and instinctively she turned her head. Her eyes fell on a guy, and it actually made her stop. He wore a military green jumpsuit with sewn-on badges and aviator sunglasses.

Peeta must have sensed her eyes on him because he turned in her direction as well. For a split second their eyes met, their white light becoming distinctly brighter. But then a blonde Victoria’s Secret’s Angel wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her tongue down his throat, which he reciprocated wholeheartedly.

Katniss didn’t even blink, and continued in the direction of the kitchen.

I couldn’t hold back my frustrated sigh. We were four near interactions in, and they hadn’t even exchanged a single word yet. It was one of the longest searches I had encountered so far.

And then we were at it again. Blur, new scene. This gets me fucking dizzy.

Lecture hall. Rule of thumb estimate about 200 people were sitting and listening to a pudgy man talk about the economy or something. This went on for some minutes in which I had time to find Katniss and Peeta in the crowd. They were sitting surprisingly far apart.

The professor upfront announced for the second semester all of them would be paired up for a project they would have to present before finals and which would make half of their grade.

For the first time since I started End Titles I felt giddy, because I knew this is when they were supposed to meet. I knew, because I’m Destiny and stuff like that is my business. They’ll get paired up and everything will be fine.

Only a second later I realized the mistake in my thinking: If they really met that day, why didn’t they know each other in the present?

Movement behind the professor caught my eye, and my eyebrows knit together. On top of the huge chalkboard, feet dangling and smirking mischievously, sat none other than my idiot brother.

“Are you fucking serious?!” I grumbled under my breath, and saw the disaster unfold in front of me.

“Katniss Everdeen,” the professor called out and she straightened, her white light flickering like mad. From the corner of my eye I recognized Peeta’s light doing the same. The professor reached into the bowl to draw another name and the moment he grabbed for the piece of paper, Rogue flicked his wrist.

“Thresh Montgomery.”

Nearly bursting into tears I had to watch how the white lights flashed once more and then went out. A moment later, Katniss started to shimmer a soft green and Peeta’s aura turned into the first hues of sunset orange.

That was it. There were no more encounters planned for them. Their opportunities missed, their souls no longer waiting for each other, they gained their own individual soul-colors.

And still, somehow they ended up in the same bar, at the same time. Maybe not all hope was lost yet.

Once again, my surroundings became indistinct and the blink of an eye later I was back in the bar, reaching for the jukebox.

For the human brain, my brushing by happened in a split second.

I chose a random song before making my way back to my brother, silently vibrating from my anger.

“Rogue!” I barked when I was within hearing distance, throwing mental daggers at him. “This is your fault, asshole!”

“Moi?” he pretend gasped, looking bored and taking another sip. He can be such a fucking dumbass. I snapped my fingers and sent him the memory.

“You intervened and they didn’t meet when they were supposed to!” My teeth were grinding and I was seconds away from jumping at him and scratching his eyes out. Was he for real?

Rogue let the memory play out in his mind, nodding along in agreement. Then he turned to me with a single eyebrow raised. “Hello?! You wanted me to risk not messing with the Southeastern Conference?”

“What?!”

“Southeastern Conference. College Football? If Thresh Montgomery had failed Heavenbee’s course, he would’ve been benched and Vanderbilt wouldn’t have beaten Missouri. What would’ve been the fun in that? Kitty-Kat there had been the best in that course, Thresh needed the grade. D'oh!” He had the nerve to roll his eyes, which was the last straw. I felt myself growing, again time came to a standstill. The lights around us dimmed and I knew my whole body was illuminated in a dangerous flaring aura. Rogue likes to call it my Special Effects.

He’s fucking petrified of me whenever I explode because he’s gone too far. Sometimes he forgets I’m the older and much more powerful sibling.

“Sis …” he raised his arms in a placating manner, and avoided looking directly at me. Last time I was in that mood, he spent a decade with blistering burns all over his body.

(Ever heard of Troy, the Greek city state? Well, guess who had his fun there …)

“I know you have that thing for soulmates and all that shit, but seriously. It’s just one pair-”

“Rogue!” I growled, and he knew that’s even worse than me screaming my head off. “Listen now, shithead! You messed this up and once again it comes to me to fix it. And you will help, are we clear?”

“Des-”

“I asked if we’re clear?!”

“Crystal,” he replied without hesitation, nodding eagerly. I growled once more to ensure he understood I meant business, before I returned to my regular 5'2” and stopped the flaring of my aura. Special Effects indeed.

Dad calls it dramatics.

Semantics.

With a satisfied nod and a half-formed plan in mind I turned around - ready to fulfill my name and all that shit - only to discover that Katniss was no longer standing beside the strawberry-red couple.

Her Shimmering Goldie date was gone, too.

Fuck.

Frantically searching the place, I spotted them making their way over to the exit.

Double fuck!

I had to stop them. I had no idea how, but I had to think of something. Quickly. Katniss’ green was already showing some flecks of golden sparkles. My brain was frantically searching for a solution when I spotted a young woman at the bar, auburn hair softly curling around her head, green eyes shining warm, smiling softly. Her aura shone silvery.

Okay, close enough. Better than the not-destined gold/green combo for sure.

“Intervene! Now!” I hissed at my brother, pointing at the leaving couple and silver-pixie.

Rogue is a lot of trouble, but leave it to him, he’s a quick thinker and has exceptionally fast reactions. The blink of an eye later, Silver’s drink spilled all down Katniss’ front. In the hustle that followed, neither Katniss nor Goldie were thinking about leaving.

I patted myself on the shoulder. At least I had stopped the immediate danger of Katniss ending up with the wrong guy. Next step: Getting Goldie and silver-pixie to talk and realize that they’re way better suited anyway. Then I would make Katniss and Peeta finally cross paths.

Ha, when the evening’s done I would once again have proved that I very much live up to my name, thank you very much.

To ensure that the first part of the plan went accordingly I sent Rogue over to have a couple more mishaps happen. Because I was in a forgiving mood, I even let him decide what he wanted to come up with.

With traces of amusement I watched silver-pixie try to assist Katniss in the clean-up, only to somehow mysteriously slip on a piece of lime. Which resulted in her ending in Goldie’s arms. And all of them sprawled together on the floor.

By now, strawberry-red couple had stopped their smooching and joined their friend to assist. The golden sparkles from Katniss’ color had already started to vanish.

Okay, Rogue had everything under control over there, it was time for phase two.

With a broad grin, I turned around to start the next step and somehow get Peeta and Katniss to finally meet for real.

But my grin froze on my face. When I looked at where I’d last seen them, turquoise couple was gone. And Peeta with them.

Well, fuck.

To Be Continued

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Four-Leaf Clover 03 - A Chance Encounter

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Thanks Rachel and Belinda for always helping me!

It was already afternoon when Sweeney woke up, Kagome didn't even stir as he got out of the bed. He walked to the window where his gift waited for him. The calico cat still waved as he ate the bread and drank the milk.

The offering was simple but filled him in a way no feast could. It reminded him why Grimnir was so adamant about bringing back the glory of the old Gods. His invisible pockets with a never ending supply of gold somehow felt heavier. A knock on the door startled him. A hotel attendant delivered a pack of clean clothes. He double checked and, yes, it had their clothes inside, freshly cleaned and ironed.

Had he slept so deeply that he didn't feel Kagome waking up and calling for room service? The only one who could answer for it was still deeply asleep, her nose buried in his pillow. He decided there wasn't a valid reason to disturb her rest, it wasn't as if he didn't appreciate the gesture, and left the room to smoke.

Outside there was a raven perched on the roof of the room he occupied. The bird turned, head cocked, suspiciously, to one side, and it stared at him with bright eyes.

"I can't even fuck without a stupid bird hovering over me," said Sweeney as he lit his joint.

"Fuck you," replied the raven.

Half an hour later, he entered the room again and found Kagome half dressed in front of a mirror, checking the red marks he left on her shoulder and neck. He couldn't help the smirk that made its way to his lips.

“You don't have to look so pleased with yourself, you know,” she said, looking at him through the mirror.

“They go perfectly with your skin tone, next time I'll make sure both sides match.” She threw a towel at him, feigning anger, but Sweeney didn't miss the faint color on her cheeks.

He wouldn't admit to anyone but himself that it was the closest thing to a relationship he ever had, at least since he was cursed into what he was. This just confirmed his theory that Kagome was deranged because no sane person would want to have anything to do with him, except for one-night stands. He wouldn't think too much about it, though. He lived on his luck, no matter how short it was at that moment, and fate would decide his destiny.

“Where now?” Kagome asked when they entered the car.

Sweeney had thought about it since he woke up and concluded, his best chance was going after Shadow Moon again. There were few places a dead person could go and chasing after the one who brought them back seemed the most logical option. He never died before, and wouldn't remember even if he did, but the undead couldn't be that much different from the average living human, always seeking the attention of those who would least want to see them.

“Chicago.”

“Just my luck,” she said between her teeth, then explained. “I'll drop you wherever you want and leave for a couple hours.”

“Have you finally come to your senses and decided to drop off before it's too late?”

“Is that what you want? To be left alone?”

“I'm not your fucking father, do whatever you want.” He wondered what he said to elicit such a bright smile from her but wasn't complaining either. “Where are you going?”

“My sponsor. He's in Chicago for the next month and demanded a meeting. If we were going to anywhere else I could use it as an excuse but, well, let's see what the old dog wants.”

“Sponsor? Is that what girls call sugar daddies these days?”

“Sugar- What?! No! It's really a sponsor! You didn't really think I live off a scholarship, did you? Who would even want to be MY sugar daddy? I'm too old for that.”

“Old? From your face, I'd say you are seventeen, eighteen at most, but I saw you drinking and I know Jack wouldn't sell alcohol to minors so you just turned twenty-one. I'm not a pedophile, love.”

“Twenty-five, twenty-six in fall.”

“In your ass you are twenty-five. No, wait, I've seen it. Not even there.”

“My face isn't showing it but I assure you it's extremely funny and I'm twisting my insides in delight. Let me ha-ha so you have a glimpse of what's going on my mind. Ha ha. What about you, Mad Sweeney?”

He remembered his time in Ireland, back when he was a king under another name, before he was cursed into this existence. His time wandering in the wilds of his homeland, after flying away from his imminent death. Then he was brought to England and finally America. How long ago was that? A couple centuries? More, less? He couldn't remember. “I lost the count.”

Kagome's eyes softened and she sent him an understanding smile. What she understood, he didn't know and didn't ask. She didn't press him for more and he was thankful for that.

The ride had been silent, the only sounds were the engine and Kagome humming a song he didn't recognise. She sent him a glance from time to time when she thought he wasn't looking. The calm atmosphere made his mind wander to places he usually avoided.

He knew Wednesday from a long time ago and that the old one-eyed man liked to take his time to get things done. He was probably enjoying some young, fair skinned flesh with hair so blond it looks white under the sun light, ample breasts would be a plus. No doubt giving little time for Shadow to digest the events of the past week. Now the fucker would have another ghost to haunt him if he wasn't fast enough. Not that Sweeney gave a fuck for Shadow Moon, he just wanted his coin back.

In the outskirts of Chicago, he saw Betty, Wednesday's beloved car, and told Kagome they arrived at their destination. It was almost ten.

“You sure?” She asked after looking at the name of the hotel. He nodded. “Well, hmm, oh yeah, here, take this.” She put a pale purple bauble in the palm of his right hand. “Until you have your lucky charm back, you can keep mine. It's an heirloom, please be careful." Kagome glanced from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes, gulped, and said, "And this is to keep you from forgetting about me.”

Catching him by surprise, Kagome grabbed the back of his head and connected their mouths. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling it only hard enough so he would tilt his head to give her better access.

The surprise factor didn't stun him for long. Taking control over the kiss, Sweeney trapped her against the car. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled it enough to earn a moan. The leprechaun slid his tongue into her mouth, the smaller woman surrendering to his desires. His other hand travelled from her waist to her back, going under her shirt and feeling the naked skin heating under his fingers.

They separated after a few minutes, the lack of oxygen in their lungs making it hard to keep up the lip lock. She still had her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, chest going up and down, heaving to recover some breath. She opened her eyes, the orbs a few shades darker and pupils dilated. She fixed her disarranged clothes and got into the car.

“If you leave without me, I'll hunt you down and kick your freckled ass.” Kagome didn't give him time to reply, hitting the road and disappearing into the horizon in less than a minute. He mentally cursed her for turning him on and leaving right after.

Sweeney heard the slam of a door and saw Shadow Moon leaving a room. The man was visibly consternated, shaking and disoriented. His dark eyes were unfocused, his steps uncertain, and Sweeney knew Shadow must have met his not-so-dead wife. From the list of shit things Shadow could have done with his coin, offering it to the dead was almost on the top of the list, right after offering it to a God. Now both of them would have to deal with the magically reanimated corpse of Laura Moon.

Shadow walked back to the room carrying a pack of cigarettes. A raven watched the scene with him.

“What the fuck are you waiting for? Go tell your boss. I wasn’t beaten only to let a zombie whore to fuck up with everything.” The raven left its position. A few minutes later, shit hit the fan.

As soon as Wednesday got to take Shadow out of his room, a police car approached and cuffed them. The accusation: bank robbery. Their little play in Chicago the day before didn’t go as unnoticed as they planned. The leprechaun waited until the cops left before picking a piece of wood from the ground.

Sweeney easily broke the lock and barged into the room, catching Laura Moon by surprise.

“You are the wife, the dead wife.” Laura looked at him, confused. “Give me my fucking coin, dead bitch.”

He didn’t give her time to react, gripping her throat with his large hand and forcing her mouth open. Down her unconnected esophagus was his precious gold coin, shining like the morning sun. It was so close yet so distant. Less than a foot away, yet he couldn’t just grab it and leave the bitch to rot. His hesitation gave Laura time enough to retaliate. With a single finger, Laura flicked his chest and sent him flying against the opposite wall.

“You mean my fucking coin, Ginger Minge. My husband gave it to me.”

“‘Until death tears us apart.’ Doesn't it remind you of something? It wasn’t his to give! I gave him the wrong one, that coin was meant for Royalty, not that piss-ant bastard, that piece-of-shit that was your husband. That’s my fucking lucky coin and I want it back!”

He tried to punch her but she blocked the jab and sent his left hand to kiss the wall. The cracks he heard would be translated into a lot of pain soon.

“Just give me back my fucking coin. You'll never see me again. I swear to whatever God you believe.”

Laura stared at him with those smug dead eyes and a ghost of a smirk on her lips. “No.”

“Fuck you, cunt.”

Laura gripped the finger that was pointing to her, twisted it until she heard a crack, and threw him on the floor harshly, stepping on his already bruised hand.

“I’m gonna ask you some questions now and if I feel you are not being honest, I’ll kick you in the nuts and my foot won’t stop until it reaches your throat. I’m sure your little girlfriend won’t like that.”

“What do you know? Leave her the hell out of it.”

“See? We already have one thing in common. You want your girl, I want my man. It was quite a peep show out there. I would be turned on if, well, if I could feel anything at all.”

“Don’t bring her to this, dead bitch.”

“That’s so cute, all protective. Now, tell me, how do you know my husband?”

Under the sheer force of the pressure on his hand, he ended up spilling his guts about Wednesday telling him to pick a fight with Shadow.

“Who the hell is this Grimnir? What does he want with my husband?”

“He’s a god. Your man shouldn’t trust him.” Laura just stood looking at him, her face impossible to read. “Listen, just give my fucking coin back, yeah? See, I can give you a thousand others, just as good as the one you have.”

“If they were just as good you wouldn’t be so desperate for my coin. I don’t think any other would do the same as this one. Am I correct to assume you just cannot take it, right? Well, you are fucked. I’m not giving it to you. Ever.”

“Ever is a long time, sugar. I only need to wait. Your lifeless form is already rotting. Soon what you call your body will liquefy and all that will be left are your bones and hair. When your dead tissue cannot hold it together anymore, I’ll just harvest my coin from your leftovers. But, you know, patience was never virtue to me.”

He used his bigger figure to push her back until she fell in the bathtub. Sweeney knew drowning her was impossible but the hot water might help him by accelerating the natural process of decomposition. He held her underwater by the neck, mentally cursing Shadow, Wednesday and Laura in the process.

“Freeze! Hands up!” he heard. His fingers immediately loosened the grip.

“She’s not dead! See, not dead!” When Laura didn’t move and his hands were cuffed, he yelled. “Fuck you, dead wife! Fuck you!”

He didn’t know how much time passed between Kagome’s departure and his arrival at the police station. All he knew was that all the lights of the building were out and several shots were heard. He needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The cops that brought him left him in the car and never came back. He wouldn’t be the one to wait to see.

There was a knock on the window. The smiling face of Kagome looked at him.

“Can’t you go a couple hours without getting in trouble?”

“How did you find me here?”

“I have my ways.” A flash came from the building. Kagome tried to open the door. “It’s locked! Can you break the glass?”

Kagome stepped aside and he kicked the window several times until the frame cracked and fell. Getting out was much harder than getting in without the help of two cops and without using hands. Sweeney slithered a leg out of the window and used the other to support his weight and stand. When he had half of his body out of the car, his foot slipped and his crotch hit the frame.

“Fucking hell!” He sent a hard glare to Kagome, who was biting her lips on a failed attempt to hide her laughter.

“Need help?”

“Fuck no.”

With great difficulty, he clambered out of the car and they hurried to walk away. Neither talked until they were at a safe distance.

“Seems you had quite a lot of fun.”

“Shut up.”

“No luck with your coin, yeah?”

“That’s an understatement,” he scoffed. She seemed honestly disheartened by it, so he added, “I have a plan, but first I need to find the dead cunt again.”

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