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taco-bell-mitchy · 3 years

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Crush Rindou x f!reader

-A little crush is formed when you see people get beat the living shit out of them

Warning: mild language, soft rin, mentions of violence, some pet names are used,

In the city of roppangi, two infamous brothers roam the streets. Others shivering at their names and bowing in their presence. With a baton in one hand and fist full of hair in the other the other brother, Ran, continued to punch the stranger. Rindou, the younger brother, crouched down staring him in the face tauntingly. This became as daily thing between the two brothers. A past time, a hobby, a cute bonding activity for the two.

While a high-school student like me has a more calming hobby. I enjoy riding my bike after school doing whatever I feel like that day. Some days my friends accompany me but days like today they sadly couldn’t. I’ve heard a lot about the two brothers. How fast they took over the city. I found it stupid. They’re only a year older than me, like how are they not in school doing their work. It’s irritating to know that they’re out here being bad ass kids and beating up innocent people. I sound like an old lady but I believe it’s better than them.

I did fear to see them to be honest though. I jokingly say things about them with my friends and classmates as one does. I mean, they’re only a year older than us so most of us are amazed at their reputation. How scary could they possibly be? Right. As I hold my scraped knees and sit behind a tree, I then realized how scary they can be.

Today during my bike ride alone, I noticed the quiet streets. It felt more peaceful than most days. So when I decided to take a different route, and it was even quieter I became wary. An uneasy feeling pits in my stomach but I do get distracted at the peaceful scenery. The sky a deep shade of blue as clouds float in the air. The train can be heard from afar and small convenience stores rest with little to no customers. Along with the stray cats pondering about. It’s hard to feel so scared when everything is so lovely.

I slow my bike down, which wouldn’t hurt anyone right. Wrong. As soon as my heartbeat settled down I hear a loud screech. My peaceful moment came to a halt and at that moment I didn’t know what to feel. As I saw a group of men, some big some small but definitely not smaller than me, beating up another group of guys. I knew there was no other path so before anything I scurry into the side of the park. Ditching my bike as getting secure behind a tree.

I didn’t want to think that they’d hurt me just because I walked by but I’m not taking any chances. As the fight progressed more guys started spacing from each other’s, and unconscious bodies layed around. Each getting closer to you as more men are thrown around. It seems like 30 minutes go by until finally a silence can be heard.

“Roppangi prevails as they beat you guys once more!" A man shouts loudly. He’s quite bulky and is filled with small bruises, presumably from the fight. I notice the crowd looking one way. It wasn't at the bulky man, but rather two boys, presumably my age, standing next to the bulky man. They looked similar. With dark smiles and glaring dead eyes. The gang speach went on for a few more minutes. Until many started to clear out after loud cheers.

I stay still not waiting until no one is around. I see them carrying each other by the shoulders and others trying to wake their knocked out gang members. A few more minutes pass. Everyone seems to be gone, but two. The two boys stay sitting conversating with the bulky man. I was definitely more scared of the man rather than the two boys. So I waited and waited until he was released. The night was coming in already, I definitely underestimated how long fights can be. So as the bulky man leaves I give it a minute and run to my bike.

With a beating heart and fear in my viens I look down and walk as fast as I can past the boys. Until a slim body slams a baton on it my bike.

"Well well, what do we have here?" a sultry voice spoke, I can almost here the way he smiled. Not a kind one, but a way you'd see in a horror movie.

“I’m on my way home.” I spoke quietly still looking down. The one with blue streaks grabbed my bike shaking it a bit, “hmm? A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be our so late yeah?” His gloved hand slowly slid over my bike reach my wrist. He slowly tapped it rubbing the finger pads of his glove across the skin. Then he grabbed it pulling me forward.

“Why’d you got dirt on your hands doll?” He raised a brow and the man with braids peeped in, “And some scrapes on your knees hmm?” I tried pulling my wrist away but it he held tighter.

“I fell off my bike earlier, no big deal.” I tried to act calm despite how I felt on the inside. The braided man touched my waist to grab it but I was pulled away from him by the other one.

“I’ll deal with her, can’t leave this pretty thing all alone.” Ran stared at his brothers out of character acting. “Whatever you say.” He let’s go walking away and waving to us bye. The blue streaked man stared at me with his round glasses, “shall we go?”

“Go where?”

“Your house of course.”

So here you were. Walking. With this random boy you didn’t know. It was awkward as you both had a hand on the bike trialing along silently. He hummed quietly.

“You know,” he began to speak, “we knew you were there the whole time.”

“WHAT.” I widened my eyes at his words. He laughed at my expression, “We’re not idiots. We can see you head peeking out the tree. It was quite amusing. Cute almost.” He smiled to me and I laughed.

“You’re quite scary you know.” His eyes opened a little more at my boldness, “Is that so?” I nodded saying a quiet ‘yup.’ He silently laughed.

“Do you know who I am.” I picked up my head a bit and shook my head, “should I?” I look into his eyes and at that my moment realize just who he is. Messy hair, the two boys look alike, delinquents, a baton, and the malicious violet eyes that said it all.

It was a Haitani. Assuming the younger one as the other man looked older.

“Oh my god.” I tightened my grip on the bike trying to pull it away from him, but he didn’t relent. “Rindou Haitani sweetheart.” I stayed looking down once more, so he spoke again, “I was surprised to see you today. You usually take a different route right.” This made my head jerk towards him.

“Im not a stalker or anything but I happen to see you a lot by chance, when I’m doing business.” I knew exactly what he meant by “business.” He looked down swinging his hand, “Believe it or not…I have wanted to talk to you but I’ve been to scared.” I felt a bit embarrassed and laughed a little too. A gangster who’s to embarrassed to talk to a pretty girl.

“Oh, I see.” We stayed silent as I looked up to finally see my house. “Well, we’re here. Thanks for walking bye.” I pursed my lips and awkwardly waved goodbye. But he stopped me by grabbing my bike tightly once more. “W-wait. I know I may come off as creepy or scary but I really do want a chance. So please,” he went into the bowing position and let go of the bike, “give me a chance!” I smiled warmly at this. A delinquent bowing down to me? And especially with the tips of his ears a tint of red.

He looked up at me as I pat his head softly, “I guess I could give you a chance. There’s definitely a lot to work out but I don’t mind being friends for now, yeah?” He cleared his throat, “yeah, that’d be great.” We stood smiling at each other for a second then finally waging goodbye.

I threw myself into my bed and kicked my legs into the air. I guess I have a crush.

A crush on Rindou Haitani.

Bonus:

As Rindou walked he was greeted to an empty house. He finally put off his cool demeanor and played a loud song. He then looked around once more and pressed play. He jumped up and down silently yelling “yes” as he felt the victory inside him. He was so proud of himself and was truly a nerd at heart as you can see. But it was to embarrassing for his brother or you to know. He kept doing a small celebration dance until Ran walked in.

Unfortunately for him he didn’t hear Ran walk in as he was just so excited. Ran, who’d just woken up from a nap, stared at his brother in disgust and discomfort. In the heat of the moment he took out his phone and recorded when he started sadly enough, Rindou had already seen him.

Rindou awkwardly tumbled over his feet to stop the music. And stood in an odd position staring at his brother with embarrassment. They stare at each other for a good minute before ran spoke.

“You like her?” He asked

Rindou nodded

“Then never do that again.”

Rindou nodded again and stared at the ground in shame and embarrassment.

“I was just-“ ran cut him off, “nope, let’s end it here. No more.” Rindou nodded….again.

The two couldn’t look at each other for a week without remembering it.

#rindou x reader #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers #tomato revengers one shot #tokyo revengers x reader #romance #rindou x y/n #rindou x you

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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Musician! Diluc × Conductor! Reader AU.... Hm....

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚖𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚢 | diluc ragnvindr x reader

[an]: my wife slapped me with this idea and im not even complaining one bit ☕️

summary: diluc never knew he would be so attracted to the orchestra’s conductor <3

pairing: violinist!diluc ragnvindr x conductor!gn!reader

genre: one shot! orchestra!au, fluff ! (modern!au)

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to diluc, you were the most beautiful symphony to ever exist.

or was it supposed to be melody. the male doesn’t know which. however, he knows that he wanted to tell you this for so long. but he wasn’t ready for the felt of rejection. sure, he was the most popular one in the orchestra—yet he wasn’t even sure if you’re in love with him, too. after all, girls that were attracted to him are scary. that’s what beidou told him during practice one time.

“diluc, you’re staring at them again.”

the young man snapped away from his thoughts from the sudden exposure. funny how one of his members can catch him staring at you as you chattered with another band orchestra conductor at the background side of the practice room. “damn, i didn’t know you were that obvious, sir diluc,” venti laughs before taking a sip of water from the water bottle beside his seat. diluc scoffed at the harpist’s sentence. beidou jumps in as well, sitting beside ningguang before speaking; “tell me about it. have you confessed to the conductor already, diluc?”

“it’s not that easy,” diluc responded, fixing his violin’s strings. barbara came along to talk, “i agree with sir diluc. it’s really not that easy to show your feelings to someone you adore and love. if you think about it, the conductor is kinda…dense…” she says, rubbing the back of her neck. venti grins, “why? is there someone you like, too, miss barbara?”

“w-what?? of course not…!”

“boo…barbara making it obvious.”

“l-like i said i don’t…! i promise…!”

“but then again, if we’re talking about the conductor here, they’re not an easy target to ask out since barbara’s right, they are dense, i have that agree on that one,” xiangling hops in after hearing the chatter happening around her group. all of the members (except for diluc) sighed. so, was this supposed to turn into a plan now? “well, let’s just hope that sir diluc gets to confess to them properly,” kaeya spoke, and everyone nodded their heads. “we really cheering on for you, man.”

now it was diluc’s turn to sigh. “thanks…i guess.”

“yeah! that’s our diluc-!

“everyone, settle down…!” your yell could be heard far away from the stage, and all of the members were quick to go back to their original positions from before—including diluc himself. “goodness this group…” you sighed. zhongli chuckles, patting your back. “you can take it, y/n. i’ll be going back to band practice now.” he says, and you send him a small smile along with a wave of farewell, “thank you, mr. zhongli. i-i’ll make sure to follow the method you showed me…!” you replied as you watched him disappear behind the door. diluc frowns a bit, making kaeya & venti both look at each other and grin.

“diluc,” kaeya calls to him. diluc turned his head to the two, obviously a bit irritated. “jealous~?” venti teases. diluc shoots a cold glare at the two. “shut up.”

***

a month or so passes.

it was december.

the orchestra concert was almost near and you were nervous. day by day, you practice in your home bathroom your conductor skills and how you should sway your baton properly along with the beat. you don’t even realize how much of a sheepish wreck you are. after all, you’ve been doing this job for years, it was normal for you to do these exercises. mr. zhongli helped you as well, and it was kind of him to do so—same with madam sara.

you told your team to practice at home until the big day comes—yet you were still almost breaking down on sweat like a machine. perfecting their tempo was hardwork. including the voices of the violin section that was led by diluc ragnvindr. his brother kaeya told you (along with an apology) that he was also feeling nervous these days after december rolled in their calendars—which is the reason why diluc makes mistakes here and there on his violin string.

if you had to be honest, you admired diluc.

as someone…who was an old violinist.

too bad you weren’t allowed to play the violin anymore due to some memory you wished you never recalled. but because of diluc, you wished you can go back. however, now’s not the time. you are their conductor, and that’s what you’ll always be—you swore that to yourself. besides, being a violinist takes lot of practice. slapping yourself back to your consciousness, you decided to take a walk outside when the first drop of snow clouded over the skies. you wore your coat, some pants and other comfortable snow wearing attire. as you were preparing yourself to head off, your phone buzzed—popping a notification.

1:27pm

venti: y/n~!!

venti: what r u doing rn??? ;3

you laughed as you saw it was only the harpist who had texted you. grabbing your phone from your coffee desk, not paying attention to the papers falling across the room from the table—you texted back.

you: just heading off to a nearby cafe. it’s cold in my place 🥶

venti: ah i see! :D are u going to do something after?

you: nope 👎 i need to relax for a while 💆‍♀️

venti: oh great, great!

you: is there something u need, venti?

venti: oh no no..! 🎷🎷 i was wondering if the cafe you’re talking about is near windrise st?

you: yup! ^_^ that place!

you: are u going there as well?

…

no reply after that. you shrugged in confusion yet you continued to head off outside.

it was cold. that was the first thing you yet to noticed for sure when you stepped out of your house door. there wasn’t much snow but since december has hit up already in your area—small bits of snowdrops were beginning to fall. your eyes focused on the snow falling, until reality shook you back to life and you continued your way towards the nearby cafe to relax and grab some coffee.

your eyes glued to the ground, only paying attention to your feet walking down the snowy path in windrise. the continuous path of citizens walking pass by as you payed no source of attention towards them. when you made it to the mini cafe, you entered nonchalantly, letting the bright vanilla aroma persuade inside of your nostrils. it wasn’t much of a busy day, in fact you were already a regular at this cafe. the barista, amber that you befriended along with her close co-worker, eula had already knew who you are and what you love to order.

“welcome—oh! y/n! so nice to see you as always…!” amber greets from the counter. you waved her a warm hello back. “table for you and your friend, y/n?” eula questions, her face as stoic as ever. your face scrunched into confusion, “i’m sorry, but what do you mean my friend?” questioning eula, you looked beside you to see a certain tall red haired individual standing beside you, hands in his pockets. you jumped in surprise. “ah…! d-diluc??”

“y/n…! hi,” he answered, normally. eula and amber both exchanged glances before staring back at the both of you. “i didn’t expect to see you here…” you chuckled, and diluc looks away—obviously flustered. amber hopped in, “what can i get for you two then? y/n the usual?”

“yes, please,” you responded, and you looked over to diluc. “what would you like, diluc?” you questioned, and the young male flinches, looking over the menu as he grumbles something underneath his breath, face tinted with tiny dusts of pink. “uhhh i’ll just take a normal latte, please…”

“alright, please wait for your orders…! and in the meantime you two can take a seat now,” amber cheerfully said while nodding her head and writing down the order. you pulled diluc’s sleeve, signaling him to follow you after you noticed he was looking a bit…nervous. he kept looking at the side with a flushed and irritated look as if someone was teasing him outside the cafe’s window. you, payed no mind to it at all, thinking it might only be something random he thought of again like always. this also occurred to him during orchestra practices as well. “diluc?” you called out to him, softly. diluc turned his head to you in a flash.

“y-yes…?? sorry…”

“is there something the matter?”

“no…! not at all! let’s just…” diluc takes a hold of your hand—his eyes squinted shut, “let’s go to our table…”

your violinist pulled you to a table for two close to a glass panel window, where you could see the outside world in a more clear view. the streets covered with powder white snow and different living individuals walking around the sidewalk while cars and other transportation in land drive by, children laughing and running around and so on. you sat where you could face diluc properly, and you smiled at him once you did so. “what brings you here, diluc? do you often come here as well?” you questioned the male. diluc shook his head, “uhhh…no, actually this is my first time coming over in this cafe…”

“i see. i’m a regular here if you can notice so this cafe is basically like my second way to heaven if you know what i mean,” you told him, chuckling in the progress. diluc smiles back. “although, it’s rare to see you outside in this kind of day. didn’t you told me a week ago that you were going to spend your time practicing your part on the violin?”

“oh uhhh, about that…i decided to take a break first, you know? my fingers are a bit rough now after practicing all day.”

“oh…! i’m glad you decided to take a break, who knows what might happen to your fingers if you continued. oh, hey, mind if i take a look?” diluc tilts his head in bewilderment. “pardon?”

“your fingers, silly. are they still calloused? we can go to a nearby pharmacy if they are…! i know a really sweet pharmacist nearby…!” diluc flinches a little, his head shaking from left to right to show a sign of him declining your offer. “oh no it’s fine…! don’t worry about me, y/n. my fingers are just perfectly fine…” he reassures. you frowned a little. “are you sure? we can’t have you backing down now, diluc. you’re going to have a solo this month during our concert, after all…”

“there is nothing you should worry about, y/n, our beloved conductor,” he says with a smile. your face turned red a little. beloved conductor. when did diluc became so smooth with his words? “…i can guarantee that i can take care of myself before our concert within this month so i can make everything prepared for our big go.” sitting back down, you sighed, loudly. “no need to sigh.”

“i’m sorry, i got a little too worried there…”

“doesn’t matter. it’s alright,” diluc replied, and you smiled.

once the both of your orders arrived (as amber calls), diluc insisted to pay for both of your coffees. you tried declining a lot of times but diluc turned into the deaf ear. he still payed, sadly, but you were quite fine by it. being with diluc’s presence was quite warm and…it gave you a comfortable feeling as well. it was like a single same scarf wrapped the both of you in together.

at the end of the day, diluc confesses to you that he was in love with you.

looks like he could pluck the string in your heart other than him plucking the string of the violin.

***

a/n: i had to make this quick oml anyways albedo pls come home

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc fucking ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr #lucy works 🍕💗

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h0ly-fire · 3 years

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Timeless

Chapter 1

Hi! So this is the first chapter of my Loki x reader fic based off the show! Its really long because its basically the entirety of the first episode. The reader will have Female pronouns in this story solely based on the fact that this will be very self indulgent and I identify as Female. So im sorry to those who do not identify as such. Also this has no editing or proof reading.. so there will probably be a lot of mistakes.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Loki was a God how could these people think that they could ever capture him! Strip him of his clothes and make him wait to stand trial? On top of all that they made him question wether or not he was a Robot. Unbelievable!

Now here he was with a man in front of him when a guard near by told them to take a ticket. “ Take a ticket.” the guard told them“ What is this a deli?” the man questioned the guard “ No!” the man said rudely and walked off. “ Take your ticket” the guard said towards Loki as he stepped up. Loki looked at the guard with an are you serious look “ there’s only two of us in here.” Loki said looking around the room. The guard once more told him to take a ticket and Loki huffed grabbing a ticket and shoving it in the Guards face before walking away and shoving it in his pocket.

“ This is an mistake I shouldn’t be here!” Loki shouted at the guard. Loki turned around when a strange voice sounded around the room “ Hi there! You’re probably saying ,this is a mistake I shouldn’t be here, “ . Loki then saw a television with a clock on it explaining the “ Time Keepers” and how they protect the flow of time and everyone and everything. Apparently he now has to stand trial for his “ crimes”. Loki chuckled before disbelievingly saying “ Time Keepers?” “ The sacred timeline?” he swung his arms out before yelling “ who would actually believe this? “

A guard once again asked for a ticket. Loki turned around to see a guard talking to the other man . The man started yelling “ That man didn’t give me a ticket! I tried to ask for one!” The guard rasied his voice “ ticket sir!” “ I tried to asked that guy for a ticket.” Loki then saw the guard pull out a baton and disintegrate the man out of existence. Loki , shocked, searched for his ticket pulled it out and heled it in the air.

Loki was escorted to a court room where women sat up front. “ Variant L1130, aka Loki Laufeyson. Is charged with sequence violation 72089. “ The women sat the paper down as Loki stood on the podium. “ How do you plead ?” she asked him. Loki looked up laughing “ Madam , a God doesn’t plead. “ “ Look this has been a very enjoyable pantomime , but i’d like to go home now.” “ Are you guilty of not guilty,sir?” the women asked . Loki laughed again “ Guilty of being the God of mischief , yes.” “Guilty of finding this all incredably tedious, yes “ “ Guilty of a crime against the sacred timeline? Absolutly not , you have the wrong person.”

They continued on arguing until the women once again asked him how he pleads. Loki said guilty and then streched his arms out trying to summon his powers. He tried a few times , but each time he failed. The women told him that magic was no good in the TVA. She sentenced him to be reset . Loki freaked out asking what reset meant before being grabbed by the guards. “ You ridiculous beauracrates will not dictate on how my story ends!” Loki screamed. The women said it was never his story . “ You have no idea what I’m capable of!” Loki yelled out in frustration. A man wearing a suite then stood up “ I think I do.” “ I have an idea of what he’s capable of” he said pointing at Loki. He then walked up and stood in front of the women.

The two talked in whispers before the man turned to Loki. Loki breathed heavy before starring the man down “ and who are you?” the man smirked before leading Loki towards his office. “ I’m gonna burn this place to the ground “ Loki said walking next to the man. “ I’ll show you where my desk is you can start there.” Loki looked out of the hall to see a grand city. Filled with lights , floating buildings, flying cars, the giant statues of the Time Keepers. “ Home sweet home” Loki looked to the man “ I thought there was no magic here.” the man shook his head “ there isn’t.”

Loki found himself in an elevator with the man. Said man stuck his hand out for Loki to shake before telling his name “ I’m agent Mobius by the way.” Loki looked down at Mobiuses hand before looking back up at him. “ Are you taking me somewhere to kills me?” Loki asked. “ No” Mobius answerd “ thats where you just were. I’m taking you some place to talk.” “ I don’t like to talk” Loki said shaking his head. “ but you like to lie “ Mobius told him “ which you just did. Cause we both know you love to talk.” Loki looked at mobius with a scowl on his face. “ How Long have you been here? “ Loki asked him. “ I don’t know its hard to say time passes diffrently at the TVA.” Mobius replied.

They stepped out the elevator ,Loki asking Mobius about the three space lizards and how its absurd how they decide the lives of millions. They then step into a big spacious room with a table and two chair in the middle. Loki made the comment on how it really feels like Mobius is going to kill him. Mobius fiddled with a device that sat on the table. Loki tried to attack Mobius, but he didn’t get far when mobius pulled something out and sent him back to where he was standing. Loki looked annoyed before he finally took a seat.

Loki sat crossing his arms. “ If looks could kill.” Mobius said smartly. They carried on their chat as Mobius pulled a drink out explaing he specializes in dangerous variants. Mobius then started to ask Loki a seires of questions. Loki explained how he wanted to be King of Midgard and the nine realms. How he would have made it easy. “ People like easy.” Mobius said. Loki looked down at the table “ The first depressing lie ever uttered was the song of freedom.” he said before looking back up at Mobius. Mobius continued to write Loki’s answers down as they continued on their chat. Mobius then clicked on the red device in front of them and then it played something catching Loki’s attention.

It started to play his life. It showed him killing Coulson, Mobius asking if he enjoys killing people whilst the video showed Loki destroying NewYork. He then showed Loki in Germany taking out the eyes of a man. “ Look at that smile.You are enjoying that. “ Mobius stated. “ Did you enjoy hurting them?” Loki looked at the floor shaking his head. “ I don’t have to play this game.” Loki told Mobius. “ I’m a God.” Mobius looked at him before replying “ Of what? In mischief right? “ “ yeah, I don’t see anything mischievous about this.” He paused the video before talking about Loki’s escapes. Loki called himself a mischievous scamp and then Mobius continued the video . It was Loki on a Plane . He was D.B Cooper. Apparently he had lost a bet to Thor. Mobius brought the conversation back to Lokis escapes. Loki tried to get up but was brought back to his chair.

Loki was frustrated beyond belief. Mobius showed him another clip agreeing with what his past self had said . Mobius asked if he was finished before showing him what would have happend if he hadn’t taken the Teseract. It showed Loki in chains walking towards his mother. Mobius mouthing “ thats you” towards Loki. Loki looked up starring at his Mother. “ Have I made you proud?” “ Please don’t make this worse.” Loki stood crossing his arms “ What is this? It’s nonsense.” He asked Mobius. “ More tricks this never even happend.” He sais gesturing the the video. “ Not to you, not yet “ Mobius said. The video continued on showing what would have been had Loki stayed within his timeline. He watched as his mother died. How he lead the dark elves to her. How HE killed her.

“Do you enjoy killing!?” Mobius asked Loki. “ I’ll kill you!” Loki stated. “ What like how you killed your Mother.” Mobius told him. Loki then the the chair at him. Mobius moving out of the way and the chair going through the picture of his dead Mom. “ You weren’t born to be King Loki. You were born to cause Pain and suffering and Death. That’s how it is that’s how it was and that’s how it will be.” Mobius told him. Loki sat on the ground in a mix of grief and anger. He watched the Avengers fighting each other. All of them on the screen. Including you. Oh how he wished to see you right now . Taking him away from this terrible place. You were next to Steve and Natasha, eyes glowing yellow while power surges through your hands. You looked so powerful in that moment. A moment he’d never be able to truly witness. He just couldn’t wrap his head around the idea of you joining the avengers though.

He shook his head and looked up at Mobius sticking his hand out for him. He stood and then the door opened. In came the women guard “ what are you doing?” she asked Mobius. “ My job” Mobius said as if it was obvious. “ Is it yours to interupt?” he asked her. She looked at him before she spoke up “ We have a situation.” she told him. Mobius and the women left, leaving Loki to his own devises. Outside the room Mobius and the women were in a heated argument. “ We just lost another unit!” the women yelled at him. Mobius sighed before walking back in the room. “ Okay Loki I think we can finish up tomorrow and just-” Mobius stopped mid sentence when he noticed Loki was no where to be found.

Outside Loki wandered around until he ended up in an office like room. TVA workers going about . “ Hey!” Loki shouted in a whispered tone towards the man he saw at the front desk. “ Hey I know you!” the man shouted. Loki grabbed him, pulling him down to keep him quite. “ What’s your name?” Loki asked, the man looked confused before replying “ Casey” he told him. “ Get me the Tesseract or i’ll gut you like a fish!” Loki threated him.” What’s a fish?” Casey loudly asked. Loki sushed him before asking “ how do you not know what a fish is?” “ i’ve lived my entire life behind a desk” casey said.

After Casey agreed to comply he got up and pulled open a drawer. He pulled out the Teseract and handed it off to Loki. Finally, Loki thought, I have it. he helled it in his hands before glancing down. He saw infinity stones. A lot of them, just sitting there useless. “ What? Infinity stones? “ Loki asked him self, gently touching them as if they weren’t real. He stumbeld over his words “ how do you have these ?” he asked. “ Oh” Casey said “ We actually got a lot of those. Some of the guys use them as paper weights.” he said smiling to himself. Loki stood up and then walked in front of the big television. The weight of everything catching up to him. “ Is this the greatest power in the universe?” Loki questioned.

The women guard came charging towards Loki with her weapon, but Loki teleported before she could hit him. He went back to the room Mobius had taken him to earlier. Out of breath, Loki got up looking at the Avengers still on the video along with you. He sat in the chair before rewinding the video and playing it again. He saw his life. What happened and what would have happened.

He saw his Mother, dead on the floor. He saw his Father saying he loved them both. He saw you, your hands intertwined. Bodies pressed together and sweet kisses. He saw a ring on your finger and your smiling face looking up at him. He saw a version of himself being loved by you and living a life together. A life he’d never get to live now. He was crying , his tears streaming down his face. His breathe was shaky as he continued the video. He saw his brother, the two of them, fighting side by side. The video then showed him in front of Thanos. Thanos grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up. Loki stood up walking closer to the screen. He was struggling to breath as Thanos squeezed the life out of him. He could hear your cries of anguish as you pleaded for Thanos to let him go. You ran and banged on Thano’s back to stop him, but it was to late . A crack sound could be heard and he was dead. His body dropping to the floor. You came running up to him , cradling his limp body. Thanos looked down at you in disgust before stabbing you. Your body laying lifelessly next to his. As dead to the universe has he was.

Lokis face was one of fear, shock, and sadness. Seeing his death was teirrble enough, but to see you die was something else entirely. It broke his heart. The last thing he saw was Thor holding on to both your bodies and then the screen said end of file. Loki laughed at himself and then the women stepped in. “ what’s so funny?” she asked. Loki shook his head “ Glorious Purpose “ he turned around starring at her and then marched towards her. He threw a punch but she retaliated. The two fought but Loki brought her down attaching the collor to her neck. He fiddle with the remote causing her to go this way and that before she left the room completly.

Mobius ran into you in the hall way telling you the Variant “ Loki” as he was called had escaped an he needed your help to find him. “ Mobius how many times do I have to tell you to keep watch of variants?” you huffed. “ I mean isn’t that your job?” He looked at you before pleading “ Please just help me Red, I’ll make it up to you.” “ fine” you pointed your finger at him “ but you owe me” the two of you set a brisk pace and made it to what you usually call the showing room. It usually just shows the lives of people and variants, but TVA workers were not allowed to look at their own files. You and Mobius both pulled out your weapons entering the room. “ Loki” Mobius said, causiously walking towards him. You trailed behind walking behind Mobius . You moved to stand next to him as you got closer to the variant. He was sitting with his hands over his face.” No where left to run.” you said. Loki looked up hearing your familiar voice. He looked at you in disbelief.

You weren’t real. How could you possably be here? He saw you die along with him! He saw you being carried away in shackles back on Midgard before he stole the Tesseract and ran off. There was no way that this could be you. He looked away from you and stared back at Mobius “ I can’t go back can I? “ it was more of a statement then a question though. You looked at him feeling some sort of sense of familiarity but sook it off as nerves. “ back to my timeline” Loki continued. Nither you nor Mobius said anything as Loki continued. “ I don’t enjoy hurting people.” he looked back at you “ I don’t enjoy it.” He looked in your eyes “ I do it because I have to. Because I had to.” Mobius shook his head and you spoke up. ‘Explain that to me.” Loki still couldn’t believe you were here right in front of him, but he pushed on anyway “ because it’s part of the illusion. “ “ It’s the cruel elabrate trick, conjured by the weak to inspire fear.” Mobius spoke this time “ a desprate play for control.” “ you do know yourself.” Loki sighed again “ a villain” he stated. “ That’s not how I see it” you said. Loki once again looked up at you . That since of familiarity coming back to you. “

Loki grabbed the Tesseract and spoke“ The TVA is formidable” Mobius shook his head in agreement “ that’s been my experince.” Mobius spoke to him,offering him a deal. You grabbed a hold of Mobius arm before yelling at him “you’re not doing what i think you’re doing are you?” Mobius shrugged your arm off before saying yes and then looked back at Loki. Loki got up walking towards the both of you. “ Fugitive Variant has been killing our minutemen” Mobius told him. “ and you need the God of mischief to help you stop him.” Loki said.” That’s right “ “ why me?” Loki asked .You butted in , standing infront of Mobius , looking up at Loki “ the variant we’re hunting is you.” “I beg your Pardon?” Loki asked. You chuckled,not suprised by his reaction. “ I’m sorry , but I think i’m in even more shock as to why you’re even here.” he gestured towards the room and then pointed at you stepping closer. You were face to face , noses almost touching. “ why’re you working for these people?” he furrowed his brows at you “ what are you doing here y/n?” You looked just as confused as he was and uncrossed your arms. “ I’m sorry, but who’s y/n ?”

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ichorai · 4 years

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cellmates ; one ; j.wy

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 3.1k

warnings / includes ; medieval au, blood and grime and death and everything in between rip, wooyoung being handsome despite being in a filthy cell djkdfj, wooyoung being a smartass, reader being petrified half the time lol, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; i’ve been meaning to write a medieval au for the longest time bcs im an absolute sucker for them and i finally got around to writing part one !!! pls be patient for part two !! i hope yall enjoy :3

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The jail cell was cold. You shivered violently, breath misting in front of you as you blew out a tired sigh. They had stripped you of all your clothes except a thin beige tank top (that had actually once been white), and ripped tights. Dried blood matted your hair to your forehead, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care at the moment. It was too damn cold.

You found yourself wishing that you hadn’t stolen that necklace off of the innocent little princess. The silver glinting against her pale collarbones were just too enticing, the angry grumble of your stomach far too loud. That much silver would’ve cost a fortune; you wouldn’t have had to worry about food for years. Unfortunately, the guard caught you before you had time to make your escape, by effectively knocking a heavy baton over your head.

And the result of your desperate endeavor? A small, icy jail cell in the farthest and darkest corner of the dungeons. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen the sun.

A life sentence for attempting to ‘harm’ the princess. Oh please, all you really wanted was to go to bed without your belly twisting painfully in hunger. At least they weren’t barbaric enough to hang you for that.

The thought had tremors running up your spine. Or perhaps it was the cold.

A dim amber light appeared from the corner of your eyes, echoing footsteps gradually getting louder with each thump. Was it dinner time already? You hadn’t even eaten yesterday’s yet.

The same guard you’d seen just about a thousand times by now appeared in front of the frigid metal bars, melting candle in hand. Grizzly beard blanketing his chin and jaw, faint scar mark running over his left cheekbone, and slanted eyes the color of the princess’ silver necklace. A daily reminder of your worst mistake, it would seem.

He muttered something unintelligible before shoving a tray through the narrow slot, wintry water sloshing about in the small wooden cup with the same chunk of stale bread on the side that always tasted like metal.

How delicious. The cold had numbed you to the point where hunger was the least of your problems.

You remembered when you had first gotten here, croaking out a wispy ‘thank you’ to the guard whenever he had given you your food, hoping that he’d take sympathy and give you a bit more, or maybe even get you a blanket. You were foolish back then, you thought solemnly, curling up tighter and burying your face in between your knees.

Perhaps one of the worst things possible about being in jail was that you had absolutely nothing to do. Sometimes you would try to exercise to keep your blood running through your body and make sure your muscles hadn’t frozen over, but exhaustion constantly hung above you like a stormy cloud. More oftenly, you would make up fantastical stories including dragons and elves and faeries. But after hundreds (or maybe it was just around twenty, but who was counting?) of different stories, your creativity would run short and you would find yourself pausing mid-story, trailing off into a disappointing end of ‘and they lived till they died’.

Turns out you weren’t going to be bored alone, at least.

You had been in a fitful slumber when you heard the footsteps approach. That was strange, usually there’d only be the one guard to deliver your measly dinner.

Curious eyes grew wide when you took sight of two guards holding up an unconscious man, the toes of his worn leather boots dragging against the damp stones of the dungeon ground.

What you wouldn’t give for a nice pair of leather boots. Your toes twitched in your worn socks at the thought.

They began stripping him of his clothes, much like they had done to you in the beginning, grunts of exertion leaving them in misty huffs. They left shortly after, grumbling about being ‘fuckin’ cold’. As if they had any right to complain.

In the dim light of the candles, you could barely make out what the new prisoner looked like. He was slumped up against one of the icy stone walls, dark hair tied into a short ponytail. A low groan escaped the man, foot twitching as he slowly aroused from unconsciousness.

“Fuck,” His voice came out hoarse and raspy. He pushed against the floor to prop himself up at a better angle. More curses left his lips in a rapid flurry. You watched in timid fascination as he raised a pale hand to dab against his forehead, hissing when he pulled away with crimson staining his skin.

Looking upwards, he finally caught your curious gaze.

The two of you stared at one another for a second before he huffed, reaching up to his head once more. This time, his fingers didn’t only pull away with blood, but with a thin hair pin that glinted against the candle’s small flame.

You hadn’t noticed that your mouth was hanging slightly open when he struggled to his feet, limbs shaking with effort and cold.

And he started picking the lock, stopping every minute or so to blow his breath onto his quickly numbing fingers.

After less than ten minutes, the frozen bars swung open with a rusty creak.

At that point, you yourself had gotten up, eyes widening. You shuffled closer to your own locked bars. It was as if the man had forgotten you were there, flinching when he turned and saw you pressed up against your cell.

“Don’t leave me here,” You whispered, starting to feel the familiar feeling of desperation clawing at your throat.

For a second, he looked conflicted. A hard, determined film passed over his eyes and he tore his gaze away.

“Sorry,” Was all he said.

And he left, just as quickly as he had come.

Strings of foul curses left his mouth once he was dragged back. And this time, he was far bloodier than before. He barely looked like the same person.

You had to hold in a breath as they threw his limp body back into the cell, one of them spitting at his feet. Grimacing, you looked away and scowled.

Perhaps if he had let you out as well, the both of you would’ve been able to escape.

Ten minutes after the guards had left, the man across from you reached behind his back to pull something out. He didn’t have another hair pin, did he? Would he let you out this time?

Probably not, you thought bitterly.

The object he pulled out was small and round, a shiny red ball that seemed to glisten beneath the candlelight.

It made a resonating thud against the stone of the cell, echoing down the halls.

And he did it again. And again. And three, four, ten times more.

“Please stop,” You found yourself saying, a headache brewing behind your temple. But your voice was too soft, drowned out by the incessant bouncing of his rubber ball.

Downing what was left in the damp wooden, you mustered the courage to croakily shriek, “Stop! Please, stop!”

Startled by your sudden noise, he hadn’t been able to catch the ball’s last bounce, and crimson streaked past as it hit the wall behind him, ricocheting past the jail bars and out into the hallway. You watched silently as it rolled away, until it was far out of your sight.

“Bitch,” You heard him mutter under his breath.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck rise as you sneered at him, “You’re a fool, you know. Thinking you could escape a place like this.”

“Oh, yeah?” His eyebrows raised while he shuffled closer, pressing his pale face against the cold bars. Now that he was out of the shadows, you managed to get a proper look of his face. He was all bone and skin, dark hair grown a little too long, hazel eyes glinting along with the dim flames. “At least I managed to get out of my cell. That’s probably more than you’ve ever done.”

If he was trying to pick a fight with you, it wouldn’t work.

“What’s the point, anyways? There’s only so much out there for people like us.”

“People like us… ?”

Your eyes darted to him, and you immediately averted your gaze. It’d been a long time since anyone had properly looked at you. Perhaps under all the blood and grime, he’d actually be quite handsome.

“Commoners, peasants. We grow up stupid, work until our fingers bleed, and then die from a disease because we don’t have the money for a healer.”

A low rumble that could pass as a laugh worked its way out of him, “You’re telling me you would rather stay locked up in here than back outside? You don’t want to feel the sun on your face, the taste of sweet fruits, the warmth of another human being?”

“Of course I do,” You retorted. “I’m just saying that it’s pointless.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, “How long have you been here?”

“Too long to keep track.”

At this point, you couldn’t really tell whether it was refreshing to talk to someone after so long, or just plain annoying. He stayed silent for a moment, before speaking up once more.

“What got you here?”

You huffed. There was no harm in telling him, right?

“I ripped a priceless necklace off of the princess because I was hungry.”

It was as if his volume tripled when he yelped, “You’re Y/N L/N?!”

How he had that much energy after getting beaten up twice, was still a mystery to you.

“The one and only.” You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself. It seemed that you were quite famous in the outside world.

“That’s amazing,” He breathed out, eyes wide as he leaned further into the bars. “My name’s Wooyoung. I’m your new cellmate.”

Your eyes flickered to his once more. If you were going to be stuck here with him, might as well get to know him a little better.

“I’m not your cellmate,” You deadpanned, despite Wooyoung’s disappointed pout. “You’d need to be in the same cell as me to be my cellmate.”

One of his shoulders lifted in a half-shrug.

“So why are you here?” Part of you was afraid of what he was going to say. He didn’t really seem to strike you as someone who’d do anything seriously terrible… right?

“I… I just threw one or two punches at the crown prince, is all. And maybe a kick to the groin. And gave him a couple broken ribs.” He laughed a little at that last part, as if the memory amused him.

“You what?”

Scoffing, Wooyoung flicked his hair out of his eyes, “I think you heard me perfectly clear, sweetheart.”

A strange feeling blossomed in your stomach. You shuffled a bit closer to your own bars, until the light hit your face.

“Was it worth it?”

Wooyoung paused at the unexpected question.

“Yeah, I would do it again. A million times over.” It was the first time he looked away, a distant glaze over his eyes. “He was touching a servant girl and she was begging him to stop. But he didn’t. So I intervened.”

A palpable silence laid over the two of you, thick and heavy.

“Good,” Was all you said. “I’m going to sleep.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s morning.”

You ignored him. Time didn’t matter anymore, not to you. Soon enough, he’d stop caring as well.

Hours and days melted into weeks and months, along with the frost on the bars and the icicles hanging off the ceilings.

At least it wasn’t cold anymore. Everything was wet.

“Okay… would you rather live knowing how you die or live forever?” Wooyoung asked in queer tone, laying down on the ground with his bare back pressed against the damp stone.

You bit into a chunk of stale bread, pausing to chew around the hard crust before swallowing, “No one wants to live forever.”

“Rich people do,” He murmured, flipping over onto his stomach to do some push-ups.

You averted your eyes. He was right; if you were rich, you would’ve probably chosen the latter option too.

“I’ll choose to live forever when I get out of this goddamn cell. But for now, we’re sticking with knowing how I die,” The raven-haired man huffed out through each strenuous push-up. He’s been getting weaker and weaker by the day, living off of nothing but crispy bread and metallic water and the occasional measly slice of dry apple.

“You’re not getting out,” You scoffed. “We’re not getting out. Why do you keep saying that we will?”

Wooyoung falls flat onto his stomach, blowing his hair away from his eyes in frustration, “And why do you keep saying that we won’t? Do you really think we’re going to die here?”

Throwing your hands up into the air, mouth full and bread crumbs rimming your lips, you nodded vehemently, “Yes! Look around us, Wooyoung. How on Earth would you plan on getting out? I’ve been trying for forever before you came around. I’m still here.”

“Yeah, but that was back when I wasn’t here. Now I am.”

“That’s absolutely great, genius. But guess what? We’re still stuck here!”

Wooyoung scowled at your salty remark. He crawled closer to the bars looking down the hallway to make sure no guards were near.

Glancing back to you, he whisper-yelled, “I have a plan.”

“That’s a stupid plan,” You sneered, deadpanning.

The man across from you rolled his eyes, “It’s the only one we’ve got.”

“You do know they’ll find out eventually, right? We can’t just go back to our normal lives.”

“Then let’s run away.” His gaze bore into you as you felt yourself flush heavily. “You and me. We can sneak our way onto a fishing boat, sail off to someplace… not here.”

A shiver ran up your arms, gooseflesh prickling your skin, “Stop.” You mumbled. “Don’t get my hopes up.”

Wooyoung grasped the bars tightly, knuckles turning white, “Y/N, listen to me. We can do it. I swear, I’ll get you out of here.”

It was stupid, you knew it was. But you couldn’t help the small spark of hope flare in the middle of your chest, heart pumping just a tad quicker at his words. Hope was an intoxicating drug; you either get sucked into some sort of deluded fantasy, or live without the illusions of false happiness.

However, The words left you before you even had a chance to hesitate. “You promise?”

“I swear on my next slice of dried apple.” He said, eyes twinkling with excitement behind the shaggy, overgrown hair.

“Okay.” You breathed out, somewhat satisfied. The dull ache in your spine was ignored as you slumped against the stone wall, closing your eyes and imagining what outside was like. All you could recall about outside was how terrible it was. Of course, not as bad as being in here, but not much to look forward to.

Cracking an eye open, you glanced to Wooyoung, who had curled up into himself in the corner of his cell, slightly obscured by the shadows.

Life outside seemed better when you imagined yourself with Wooyoung.

“Remember the plan?”

Wooyoung snorted, rolling his eyes, “How many times have you asked me that now?”

You scowled, “Just making sure you won’t mess anything up. Can you really guarantee you’re strong enough to knock him out?”

Biting down on his lip, he shrugged in a nonchalant manner, “I’ll try my best. And if that’s not enough, well… it was nice meeting you.”

The two of you waited in tense silence for a couple minutes, the expected thudding of boots coming down to give the two of you your meals for the day. The familiar grey eyes of the guard swept over the two of you, bending down your cell first to shove the tray through the narrow slot like he had hundreds of times before.

Then, he turned to Wooyoung.

“What’s on the menu today, sir?”

Stormy eyes narrowed, the guard’s nose wrinkled in distaste, “Th’ same shit you eat every day.” His gravelly voice rumbled, clearly not used to prisoners being able to talk, much less form coherent sentences. “It’s what criminals like you deserve.”

A gasp of mock-offense left Wooyoung in the most dramatic manner possible, “Why, if stopping a rapist from raping is worse than being a killer and killing, then I must be the worst criminal alive.”

“You better shut your mouth before I get half the mind to carve your tongue out for you.” The guard spat, nearing closer towards the bars menacingly, one hand on the hilt of his sword. He wasn’t below leaving a prisoner bleeding and tongueless.

Wooyoung did nothing but raise an eyebrow, “Oh, come now! I’m sure you’ve had your fair share of kills. Especially when you swore an oath to protect a murderous king!”

Your eyes widened slightly; you had no idea he would go as far as to claim treason.

The guard, however, cackled the ugliest laugh you’d ever heard. “You seem really not to like your tongue, boy. Only, for that comment, they’ll be taking your head along with it.”

It all happened so quickly, you wouldn’t even have the time to scream if you wanted to.

Just as the guard leaned closer tauntingly, nose almost brushing against the rusty metal bars, Wooyoung grabbed the front of the guard’s steel collar, yanking him forward into the metal columns with all of his might.

A sickening crack echoed across the stone.

It happened again, and again, and three more times after that. Wooyoung was panting, eyes wild.

“Is he dead?” You craned your neck to try to get a good look, but it was too dark to make out much of anything.

“No. He’ll wake up with a nasty concussion in a couple hours, give or take.”

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” You asked, heart pounding far too loudly in your ribcage. The faint sound of jingling almost had you bursting into tears of joy. He had the keys.

A small, non-committal hum emitted from Wooyoung’s cell. “You learn from dreaming about all the different ways you could’ve done that to the crown prince. And thankfully, I got the chance.” Suddenly, Wooyoung appeared in front of your cell, a ring of small keys hanging from his pointer finger, the widest grin spread across his face. “Told you I’d get you out, didn’t I?”

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redhawtriot · 4 years

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IM DYING for some domestic things, can I please have small request about it? What if Bakugo, Kirishima, Shigaraki and Dabi (seperated, obviously) coming home and bringing one cutie plusiu for their unborn child? Sorry for wxtra fluff I just need more cute things in our lifes 😭 YOU R AWESOME HAPPY ONE MONTH LUV YA

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

I had to do this one right away! Sorry if some of these are very narrow-minded views on expecting children! I know surrogacy and adoption are also options! Let me know in the comments if those are things you guys would like to see as well!

But I got too excited when I saw this! lol The mucus filled disaster where my heart is supposed to be jumped for joy when I read this prompt!

HnM💕

💖Dabi:

When you first met Dabi, one of your very first presumptions about the man was that he should never have offspring.

That’s not to say that you were not immediately drawn to his physical looks and demeanor, rather you just couldn’t picture such a stoic man ever having the visceral capacity in his cold heart to care much about anyone besides himself.

It wouldn’t be until much later than your initial meeting where these feelings would be fully swayed– passed when you got to know him better and saw his standoffish mask fade away, revealing a loyal, surprisingly warm man– passed becoming romantically involved with him and finding him putting aside his own slight needs at times to fulfill yours– passed even your first pregnancy together.

It was the day of your child’s birth that you knew just how much of a kind-hearted creature your partner could be.

You already knew that he wouldn’t be able to attend the birth. He was a known “terrorist” after all. The sight of him in a hospital would only end in havoc.

Those people— always quick to label anyone who won’t conform under their oppression with such othering terms.

You gave a quick glance to your sleeping daughter, immediately feeling a heaviness in your heart. The picture just wasn’t complete without Dabi.

Yes, it hurt to be alone but you reminded yourself that you would soon return from the hospital to reunite your little untypical family.

But for the moment, you could only sleep and let your body heal from child birth.

A familiar sound suddenly chipped away at your peaceful unconscious, “You are so beautiful. Just like your mom, huh?”

Was that Dabi?

You tried to pry your heavy eye lids open and call out to him but only a slight tired groan came out.

“Go back to sleep, Y/N,” you felt a warm hand rub your cheek, “You did a good job. Rest up,” you tried to fight against your sleepiness but the soothing nature of his touch eventually dragged you back to sleep.

“You are perfect. I… I didn’t know I could feel so much for one person. God, I am going to spend every moment of my life protecting you until the day I die, baby girl.”

“Dabi!!” You gasped. You finally snapped your body up, and ignored the searing pain in your lower abdomen and you crazily searched the room for the father of your child.

Your heart sagged at his absence.

However on the visitors chair next to your daughters plastic crib was a large array of pink stuff animals and hearts.

You dragged yourself off of the bed and scuttled to the display of rosy penguins and pigs and bears and saw a card with a lone pink balloon on the front.

Curiously, you slowly opened the card,

I hope this doesn’t gross you out, me being all soft and everything, but as soon as I saw her I wanted to give her absolutely everything. My baby girl is the most precious thing I have ever seen.

I’m so proud of you. You did a good job, babe. Heal up and come home soon, kay?

I can’t wait to hold my girls again.

🐊Kirishima:

He was beyond happy to become the father to your children. Words wouldn’t even be able to begin to describe the pure and overwhelming feelings of joy that he felt as he bounced out of the doors of the drug store near your house.

He glanced down to a torn piece of a magazine the two of you had lying around the house, checking the small list he made one more time before he left the stores premises:

Vitamin B6

A plush crocodile

flowers

Left Twix

pregnancy test

Yep! All accounted for! He had practically no trouble at all finding most things on the list, but the plush crocodile was a bit harder than he expected.

He had asked an associate about the plush toy in hopes of finding it, but they only had alligators.

“But this is a stuffed alligator. See?” As Kirishima pointed to the stuffed animals face, the associate only became confused, so Kiri explained further, “The nose shape is all wrong. It has to be a crocodile? Are you sure this all you have?”

It was indeed all they had. Kirishima let out a small sigh, but honestly not even the drug store’s reptile discrimination could bring his day down!

“My wife is pregnant!” He exclaimed with an extremely proud smile to a couple he passsed as he made his way into his car. One of the strangers immediately cheered him on with a loud “whoop whoop!” before his boyfriend smacked him on the shoulder for the wild display.

Meanwhile, you couldn’t believe how long it was taking your husband to return home from the store. You bounced your leg uncomfortably as you waited on your living room couch.

He was only supposed to be picking up one thing! The longer you sat and waited for him to return, the more your nerves stacked upon each other.

You’re heart flipped in your chest as your front door suddenly opened. You quickly stood from the couch, “You got it?”

He hurried up to you, “Yep! Here, go take the test!” He pressed a kiss on your cheek and frantically handed you an already opened pregnancy test like a baton in a race.

You raised an eyebrow to him, before pausing as you caught a glance at the flowers in his other hand. You shook your head in disbelief, “Eiji look, I told you not to get too excited,” you pointed an accusing finger as you walked away toward to bathroom, “The test we took was old. It might have been a fake positive,” you hollered from the bathroom after shutting the door.

He followed you to the bathroom, but remained fidgety on the other side, “Well I know for a fact that it wasn’t a fake positive,” he replied with a slightly smug tone as he tried to mask his own nervousness.

“Oh yeah?” You laughed at his smugness, “Well… would that be such a bad thing?” You tried to sound lighthearted as you stared at the stick in front of you and waited for the second line to appear.

The two of you hadn’t really been planning for a child. You hadn’t ever really even talked about having children much, so when you missed your period last week and became sick this morning, this response from Kirishima was very unexpected.

He was way happier than you would have thought he would be. Just when you thought your beam of light couldn’t get any happier….

God, you didn’t want to let him down.

Suddenly Kirishima heard you scream on the other side of the door.

The man immediately burst through the door accidentally busting a portion of the frame, “Oh man, S-sorry. But WHAT IS IT!?”

“Happy face!” A smile split your face as you threw yourself at him for a hug.

“T-that means pregnant!?” He frantically stuttered, frozen in place.

“That means pregnant!” You hopped up and down.

He wasted no time at all as you scooped you up into his arms. The both of you laughed in unbelievable glee as he carried you to the living room and sat you down on the couch. He swiftly handed you the flowers, “Here you go, baby mama.” You laughed at his phrasing as he reach somewhere behind him to grab his drug store plastic bag.

“And these,” he smiled up at you, “for your stomach.”

Chocolate and…. B6?? What even is that? You threw him a confused glance, so he immediately explained.

“I was talking to a lady by the pharmacy about your morning sickness,” no wonder he took so long, you laughed at his diligence as he continued, “She said B6 can help. So the vitamins will do good for your stomach, and the chocolate will taste good for your stomach.”

Your face almost hurt from how hard your were smiling, “God, you really went all out! You really are hard headed you know that?”

“Only the best for my girls,” he argued as he pulled the stuffed alligator from behind his back.

“Oh my goodness!!” You explained with a laugh, the two of you always got each other crocodile things. The first thing you ever said to him in high school was a mocking joke about his choice in footwear—crocs. You laughed, “You think its a little girl, huh? Well, I think it’s a hard headed little boy just like his dad.”

“I guess we’ll see,” he said as he pecked you on the lips.

“I guess we will.” You smiled back at him.

🐻Shigaraki:

The two of you weren’t exactly on the greatest of terms. What was meant to be a drunken fling ended up turning into, in your opinion, a long, drawn out train-wreck of a relationship– if you could even call it that.

You swear that that man has the mentality of a child, and it seemed like every time he would take a step toward the grand goal of maturity, something would come by and knock him two steps back again.

So it was obviously not a shock to you that the overgrown baby was no where near prepared to raise a baby of his own. You almost expected him to storm off sooner than he did when you told him you were pregnant.

But he just stared at you.

“What? Would you stop staring at me like I’m some alien now?” you had thrown your hands on your hips as if to undermine any overwhelming feelings he had, “You did this to me!!” you had foolishly screamed at him, causing him paused in shock before storming away as you feared he would.

How could you say that to him? Then again, you knew you had your faults as well. After all you were the one who hid the pregnancy until you had begun to show.

It was just too much for you to bare– the thought of being left alone to raise a snotty little thing, the thought of him staying and you being forced into a failing relationship, the thought of what kind of fucked up hero society you would raise the thing in. All of these thoughts festering in your mind over the past few months boiled into a harden crust and weighed down upon your mind.

“Shit…” you sighed under your breath, finally releasing the flood of emotions that you had been holding back for all of these months in a wave of tears.

“Y/N,” Shigaraki’s voice suddenly snapped you out of your despairing trance, “Here,” he harshly shoved a soft object into your face much like a student would an unseemly note to his classmate.

You looked down at the object and was completely surprised by what you saw, “A bear…?” you gawked at the plush object. He hadn’t ever bought you any gifts before.

“I wasn’t planning on staying with you,” he said very simply, his words sending a sharp pain through your heart.

Your still teary eyes blinked a few times as you tried to hold back your inevitable crying, “O-okay? I-“ he suddenly cut you off,

“I’m not as stupid as you might think. I can see that you are unhappy with me, so I was gonna just drop this… us,” he trailed off as if he were carefully preparing his next set of words, so you sat in silence and waited for them,

He finally spoke, “but knowing that we are expecting a child makes me really happy. Because it’s with you. I will… try to make you happier.”

You immediately wrapped your arms around him and held him closer to you than you ever had before, as if you were finally becoming one with him. You honestly didn’t know if the two of you would work out, but hearing those words come from him would make all of the difference in the possibility.

💥Bakugou:

“GOD DAMMIT! THE BRAT’S ON FIRE AGAIN, Y/N!!” You heard your husband screech from the other side of the house.

“WHAT?! ALREADY!?” You gave a groan in annoyance as you walked down the hall. You could already see light from the flames your son was probably swallowed up in in your living room. You shook your head in exasperation.

As soon as Bakugou spotted you coming, he threw you and expectant look, causing you to throw you hands on your hips as you chastised him, “Well, don’t just stand there looking at me! Grab the extinguisher!”

He immediately became defensive, “What do you think I am trying to do, you idiot! I can’t find it!” He roared back over your sons terrified screams.

“What do you mean you can’t find it?! We have one in every room now!” You screamed back as you picked up your son and hugged him close. The boy dropped something from his hand as you did so.

It was a blessing that you had just come back from work and had your fireproof hero costume on. You already had a full store of clothes that your young toddler had burned through. You patted him on his flaming back in a feeble attempt to soothe him. He continued wailing still.

Your poor baby! You knew he had your fire proof cells, but he was still terrified.

“Babe! Where’s that damn extinguisher!?” You called out.

“You must have moved it earlier this morning when he scorched your shirt!” He accused angrily.

“Oh crap. Well, grab the one from the kitchen, or playroom! And that was more than a scorch and you know it! My favorite blouse looked like a teenage bonfire,” You tried to defend yourself.

“Put me out mommy! Put me out!” Your son sobbed, clinging tightly to your chest as the flames raged around him, “we need ‘wata’!” Your heart broke a little at his hiccups and gasps,

“We can’t use water, baby,” your fire breathing quirk along side Bakugou’s oily nitroglycerin sweat resulted in a pretty terrifying combination for a small child who had a habit of setting himself on fire. The oily fire would only surge if you used water to extinguish it. That’s why you had special extinguishers made just for these occasions, “if DADDY FINDS AN EXTINGUISHER you’ll be okay! Remember? It doesn’t hurt.”

Bakugou suddenly burst back into the room, “I FOUND IT!” He screeched like a battle cry as you held your son an arms length away. Much like you often practiced, Bakugou flipped the nozzle of the red container and released the foamy continents as they sprayed all over your son.

You quickly calmed him down and cleaned him off as Bakugou ran to grab him some more clothes. The two of you worked like a well oiled machine as you swiftly dressed him and consoled him out of his sobs.

Your son eventually cried himself into a nap, meaning you’d have at least 2 hours to prepare for the next inevitable incident. You sighed as you slumped down onto the couch next to an already sprawled Bakugou, “What are we gonna do with this boy,” you shook your head.

“Train him how to use his damn quirk,” he huffed.

You sat up defensively, “We do!”

“Yeah, a few minutes a day,” he spat back.

“He’s a toddler, Katsuki, Jesus!” your face upturned.

“Tell him that! He’s the one spontaneously combusting!” he loudly argued, “Besides, he’ll be four in like a month.”

It was a rare occurrence that he obtained his quirk so early. The two of you hadn’t expected it for years.

But doctors theorized that quirks would soon come earlier in age as their power grew— your son might just be among the first of a new era. Different things like diet, stress, activity could all also trigger the quirks to come sooner.

“Well the doctors said his outbursts could be stress related!” Your face shriveled. You weren’t so ignorant to think that yours and Katsuki’s interactions weren’t stressful for a small child. It’s not that you guys weren’t happy together. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Loud and passionate was just the dynamic that the two of you shared, but your son was gentle and nervous somehow. Much like your brother. You shook your head as guilt ate away at your heart, “God, only three years in and we are messing him up already.”

“He’s not fucking messed up!” Your husband argued “He’s perfect!” He announced proudly. This sent a wave of happiness into your heart.

You never really expected Bakugou to be the doting father type, but he had pleasantly surprised you the past few years at how passionate he was about raising your son. Of course there were times where you would question his harsher parenting methods, but all in all, he was a very good, supportive, present father.

You looked up at him proudly, “Yeah,” you agreed with a soft smile.

“Plus, I fixed our plush toy issue,” your husband huffed, “that probably why he was easier to calm the hell down than usual.”

“Our… what?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You really didn’t notice? Are you fucking serious?” He sounded almost hurt, “You said he get’s even more worked up when he’s upset about melting or destroying his toys during his tantrums. So I fixed that problem,” he pointed to the scorched carpet in front of you and that’s when you noticed a small, unscathed plush doll.

Your heart melted. It was a little cute Ground Zero doll! “Oh! Wow! How long has he had that?!” You excitedly exclaimed as you bent down to pick up the fluffy Bakugou.

“I just had the agency brand them yesterday. It’s a fireproof prototype,” he gruffly explained nonchalantly. You immediately leaned over to him to give your thoughtfulness sweetheart of a man a kiss but he harshly threw his face away from you so you only caught his cheek.

All these years, and he still hated affection, “Whatever,” you huffed, “I have a new man anyway,” you teased, causing him to angrily whip his head back towards you, only to see you placing a kiss on the small plushie.

“YOU ARE SO FUCKING WEIRD, YOU KNOW THAT!?!”

Suddenly you heard an explosion coming from your sons room, followed by familiar terrified wails, “MOMMYYY! PUT. ME. OUUUUUUT!”

Both you and Bakugou sighed before you angrily punched him on the arm for his loud mouth.

#bnha imagines #bakugou imagine #bnha imagine #kirishima x reader #mha imagines #mha imagine #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #kirishima imagine #bakugou x reader #shigaraki imagine #dabi imagine #dabi x reader #pregancy #plush doll

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woolieshubris · 3 years

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OK SO IM GOING TO WRITE SOME BACKSTORY THEN CLICK THE CUT TO SEE THE ORIGINAL ARTICLE WITH NO EDITING.

OK SO BASICALLY. At this point in the series, (season 1 had been out and season 2 kept getting hints dropped) every main love square ship had gotten their "scene", except for marichat. Marichat, argueably, was the (and still is) most popular ship on the show. Suddenly a still frame (or concept art?) was released of marinette and chat sitting on her balcony together looking out at the stars. This was quickly dubbed the "balcony scene" and many many many ficwriters quickly made fics of the scene, people made art for it, and people were overall, generally super f/cking hyped for it. Then, glaciator dropped, and reviews were... mixed to say the least. So here, presented in its full, unedited glory, was my hot 2016 take.

enjoy.

Yes. I will be talking about THIS episode. The episode so anticipated by shippers everywhere. The episode that was supposed to finally give marichat shippers a chance, and we ended up with this.

I hate this episode, for many many reasons, but do not worry. The balcony scene isn't one of them.

Here is my summary, (which is very long, so if you would rather just rewatch the episode feel free to do so)

The episode starts out, with chat asking lady out. Nothing out of the ordinary. She says no, but chat takes it as a maybe. (Which is already really stupid, but I'll let it slide)

After they wrap up the escapade, Mari goes to Andre the sweetheart ice cream man, and becomes disappointed when Adrian says he can't go. (Which is not his fault, so I'm letting this slide as well)

Mari feels like a third wheel and declines Andres ice cream because she's heartbroken? (You can get ice cream any day? And it wasn't Adrian's choice either, she should know this by now?)

Andres feelings are hurt.

Cut to chat, who is waiting for ladybug, and lady isn't showing.

Cut to hawkmoth who akumatizes Andre, and then cut to mari, who feels bad about the who ordeal.

Chat blows out candles angstily (even though lady clearly said no, AND thought he was joking) and decides that lady doesn't love him.

Mari is sad about Adrian and goes out to her balcony, balcony scene happens and chat brings Mari to his date he had planned.

Mari is surprised that chat hadn't been joking this entire time (ehh it makes enough sense) and now she feels double as bad.

Andre attacks.

Chat leaps into action and ladybug comes right after. Chat is angsty, and ladybug doesn't show any kind of remorse (what?)

She says sorry, but with no meaning. (maybe bad voice acting, so I'll let this one slide as well) chat is still mad. They soon make the discovery that he doesn't hurt couples, so lady asks if they could pretend to be a couple and chat says no. (Which makes sense) then lady like 1 minute later asks the same thing and chat says yes. (What why would he say yes? ) And they pretend to be a couple but it doesn't do anything to help them?

It helps them escape but they could have done that without pretending to be a couple? Anyways, they save the day and then lady comes to go see chats surprise. He offers her a rose, and lady says she only wants to be friends.

(Chat should have still been mad at her, since she never even said sorry properly, I mean I know I would have,) and chat smiles and says that's fine, then he blasts off.

We follow chat to his room and he's smiling in his bed. Plagg tells him it's ok to be heartbroken, and that a little cheese can help, but Adrian says he isn't heartbroken, and that he's glad she sees him as a friend.

Oof that summary was longer than expected, but it was hopefully shorter than the episode.

Ok, so now that we are all refreshed, I will now list m problems with the episode, in order to make it easier to fix.

First problem, Marinette is heartbroken over the ice cream.

We can easily fix this by making it a special day, like maybe it's a blue moon that night, and Mari wanted to see it with Adrien. It could be the same for Chat with Ladybug, they wanted to see the blue moon together. He takes the, "maybe, I have plans" as a, "sure I'll make it a plan" because he really really wants it to happen, maybe even have plagg mention it, say something along the lines of, "She said she had plans," and Adrien says, "She said maybe!" (I know they already say this, but it isn't portrayed very well in my opinion.

Problem two, Ladybug never says sorry, and chat doesn't care.

Honestly, throughout the entire episode, I was waiting for ladybug to give chat a hug and just say sorry properly. Throughout most of the episode, chat looks on the brink of tears, and lady acts like she can't see it, and chat forgives her almost instantly. It would have been much more interesting to see a chat begrudgingly doing as he's told, just to save Paris, and go home.

Problem 3, Chat isn't heartbroken.

As stated in the show, we don't ever see the sensitive side of chat noir, and the show seems to want to avoid the subject. Chat got friendzoned. He says he's happy to be lady's friend, but he always was, from the start. All of this buildup, only for it to be knocked down in a single episode. Adrien should have been devistated, but then again, this is one of those "reset" type of shows, where everything must resolve before the credits roll, and it becomes very obvious with the awkward transition. You can tell that they were planning to have him heartbroken in bed, mad at ladybug, but someone said, "kids don't want meaningful character exploration, they want happy endings!"

Ok, so now I write my script doctored version of this episode. Warning, it's pretty long.

Ladybug and chat are talking it up as they help the people get off the bus.

"So, you heard about the blue moon tonight chat noir?" Lady asks.

"Yeah, when there is a full moon twice in a month? It's very rare!" Chat says, explaining to all the kids what a blue moon is. "Well, m'lady, can you visit me tonight? You know, to see it together?" Lady shakes her head.

"I have plans," lady thinks it over for a bit however, "but maybe I can come." Chat looks at the time on his baton, and realizes he has to go back home, his piano practice is almost over.

"Gotta go, see you later ladybug!" He says, as he runs off. Lady goes home and realizes that's she's almost late to go meet her friends. She runs out the door and we cut to Adrien, who is texting Nino.

"Sorry nino, father said I can't come" he's talking as he's texting. Plagg flies by and says, "you didn't even ask your dad, how do you know he'd say no?"

Adrien responds, "I have plans with ladybug remember?"

Plagg rolls his eyes. "She said that she had plans."

Adrien looks at plagg and says, "she said maybe."

We cut away from Adrien and we now see a heartbroken Mari.

"It's the blue moon, the most magical night of all, and we were going to eat Andre's ice cream, the most magical ice cream in Paris!" Mari sighs sadly as she sits down on a bench. Nino shows her the text and says, "It's never adrien's fault, so don't blaim him for not being able to show."

"I know, I know." Mari stands up and they all start looking for the ice cream cart.

Cut to chat, who's has just finished setting up the date.

"I really hope she comes." Chat says this with certainty, showing his trust in ladybug. Without having to OUTRIGHT SAY IT. (cough cough episode 12 cough cough)

Cut back to mari, who is exhausted from the chase to find the cart, and salty about Adrien. She sees alya and nino holding hands as they get their ice cream, and looks at the ground while she sits on the bench, not wanting to see it. "We can never be like them" She says, salty. Andre notices this and gives her the ice cream.

"Perfect, just like your love!" Andre says, with a smile. Mari's twisted salty head decides that she doesn't love him, because she and adrien will never be like alya and nino, so when Andre is passing the icecream to Mari, she doesn't grab it, and it falls to the ground.

"I don't love anyone." Mari says, as she stares at the fallen ice cream. Under her breath Mari says, "because no body loves me." Mari looks up at Andre who looks very sad. She realizes what happened and runs to her house. Cut to chat, who is doing the candle thing he did before because that was a really good and powerful scene and I don't want to change it. Start balcony scene, and everything is the same up until the "reveal" of the surprise to ladybug. This time, she hugs him, and you see chats eyes tearing up as she friendzones him. He lets go of the hug prematurely, and smiles, putting the rose in lady's hair. He goes back home and no more cuts to chat or Adrien so we can let the viewers draw their own conclusions. Everything is the same up until when Adrien gets the ice cream. This time, Adrien looks a little happy/sad when Andre prepares him the ladybug ice cream. Happy because he knows he still loves ladybug, but also sad because he knows she will never love him in the same way.

I'm sorry for making you read that entire thing. If you made it through, please, tell me below, which version you like more, and I really want to see your criticism of both. I'd love to have a conversation about it.

#wooliechats #long post

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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Could you do 67 with Spina and Roe? In a platonic way?

intimacy prompts (no longer accepting) 67. experiencing new things together

When Spina laughs, he sounds like a goddamn hyena, and Eugene’s not sure how he’s supposed to feel about it.

“Wait, wait — I’m sorry, okay, gimme a minute —“

Eugene taps his toes and waits.

“It’s just — ooh, Jesus Christ —“ he has to stop to wipe away tears, clutching his stomach like it’s gonna leap off his body and tap dance away. “You really mean to tell me you’ve seen alligators, you’ve seen bears, you’ve seen a goddamn lynx… but you never been to the zoo?”

“Ain’t got one in our town,” Gene shrugs, gaze wandering out the window. When Spina doesn’t quit starting at him: “Or the next town. Or the town after that. Not ‘less I feel like taking an Uber all the way to Broussard, and I’d rather not.” He studies the two glasses Spina’s set in front of them — cheap plastic, decorated with rainbow polka dots — thoughtfully. “But there’re bears in the woods, alligators in the bayous, and my petit cousin Merriell once got a big cat for a guy. Kept him locked in our shed for almost a week.”

“That’s… insanely shady. You hear how that sounds, right?”

“This goin’ somewhere, Spina?” Gene asks, not half as exasperated as he tries to sound.

Spina leans far back, tilting the rickety wooden chair he’s sitting in until it touches the wall behind him. He’s got amazing confidence in a piece of furniture he obviously bought off the IKEA sales rack, and probably hammered together himself while cursing the instruction manual. He pulls the rim of his beanie down on his brow, still chuckling. “Alright,” he declares, “add it to the list.”

“List of what?”

“List of things we gotta do together while you’re in Philly. If you think bagels are that great —“

“I never had one before, Spina!” Breakfast this morning was an experience, but his friend doesn’t have to keep bringing it up. Gene comes from Louisiana, not Mars.

“The list,” Spina repeats, snapping his fingers. “Nah, buddy, you’re gonna love it. The Philly Zoo is great! Huge, and it’s got more animals than you could imagine — we almost lost Babe to the monkey enclosure once. The zookeepers took one look at ‘im and thought he belonged there!”

Now, Gene can’t help but smirk. “I really hope that’s a joke, but can’t be sure.”

Spina provides no enlightenment. “Right, so. The zoo, the karaoke bar, the IMAX —“

“I been to movies before, too.”

“But never to a movie with the screen so big it could suck you in and shit you out the other side. Hell, does your local theater even have reclining seats?”

Gene stays silent. Calling the furnishings in his hometown movie theater “seats” is a stretch; half of them will stab you with springs the moment you sit down. Spina says the movie theaters in Philly serve hot dogs, goddamn hot dogs, and cheese fries, and have a whole candy counter — “hell, the one at the corner of Franklin just got an open bar,” he declared, and Gene had almost had an aneurysm.

“You don’t plan on letting me sleep this whole trip, do you?” he asks instead, blinking mildly at his friend.

Spina grins, showing off the slight crookedness of his teeth. “A few hours, here and there. You might haveta be sneaky about it.”

“Some kinda human rights violation.”

Spina snorts, reaching over to take another sip of his drink. “I still can’t believe,” he declares, setting the colorful glass down on the counter, “you’ve never had ginger ale before.”

“I can’t believe you’ve never drank straight whiskey through a straw,” Gene replies, totally stonefaced. He lets it linger for a moment, taking his own sink of the oddly-flavored soft drink — no, he’s not a fan of Canada Dry — before chuckling softly. “Guess you could say we come from different worlds, Spina.”

“Never had pastrami, never had a hoagie, never had clam chowder or Italian ice… whatever your world looks like, I’m too scared to live there.”

“The spices alone would kill you.”

Say a lot about Spina, but at least the man knows how to take a joke. He sips his own drink again, chuckling. For a moment, they settle into companionable silence, just the two of them alone, Gene a thousand miles away from home.

When Spina stands suddenly, Gene’s gaze tears away from his polka-dot drinking glass. “Come on,” his friend says, nodding his head towards the doorway. “Got one more new thing on the agenda for today.”

Silently, Gene follows him out of the kitchen and down the narrow hall, past the half-open closet door and chip in the plaster that Spina swears his building owner’s gonna get fixed. He’s not sure where they’re headed, until they come into Spina’s crowded living room, and maneuver around couches and tables to the other side.

Spina pushes the balcony door open and grins. Gene hesitates, like any sane person would.

“I did not fly all the way up here to visit just so you could push me to my death thirteen stories up.”

“Come on, Gene.” Spina is fearless in the face of familiarity. He leans on the balcony railing without a care in the world, even if to Gene it looks flimsy as a toothpick. “In another life, you mighta been a paratrooper.”

“Call Other Life Me up, then, and leave me outta it.”

Spina doesn’t back down. Arm extended, he beckons to Gene, grasping for him... and maybe Gene’s just weak for people with trustworthy faces, and maybe Spina has the trustworthiest, because he gives in. One step, than another... and suddenly he’s standing on the balcony, looking down at sprawling Philadelphia below.

It’s not so bad, he realizes, once he’s looking down. Looking up would probably scare him more; at least looking down doesn’t seem so far away, actually being able to see the ground. Cars race by on crowded streets; pedestrians linger outside corner stores and diners; lights flicker and change, horns blare, and a police siren wails from the distance. The city sure is one hell of a place --- more different from Bayou Chene, even from Baton Rouge or New Orleans, than Gene can comprehend. A different world, inhabited by a different sort of people... but beautiful, nonetheless.

“Never been this high up in my life,” he mutters. After a minute, he realizes he’s still gripping tight to Spina’s hand; a beat of hesitation passes before he releases it. His friend chuckles at his side, but Gene doesn’t feel mocked at all.

“Really something, huh buddy?”

“Mmm-hmm,” Gene mutters. In another life... he might have liked heights after all. “Really something to see.”

#ralph spina #eugene roe #my writing

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loridrabbles · 5 years

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Imprisoned | Dogma x Reader (Part 4)

Dogma and (y/n) make a stand against their punishment and the secrets in the Republic. They're met with brute force and punishment.

(Y/n) sat slumped over in the corner of the mess hall, a few other inmates watching the guards deliver their last blows, but payed no mind, as they were used to that kind of thing. The three of them walked away and she noticed inmates staring as she stood.

"Do you know why I'm in here?" She shouted. The room silenced, and the guards stopped in their tracks and watched her as she climbed atop a table.

"I would think, if anyone would be infuriated at the reason, it would be you." She pointed at the guards and saw Dogma walking through the doors. A guard stepped forward as if challenging her to speak again. The entirety of the room had her attention.

"Im in here because a Jedi general, who was sentenced to death was shot and killed by this man!" She pointed to Dogma who was now standing next to the table. "His general betrayed him and tricked two battalions into firing at one another, killing hundreds of clones to gain footing against the Separatists and the Republic! I'm in here because I shamelessly supported him! I told him what he did was right!"

The inmates chatted amongst eachother and some gasped. Neither Dogma nor (y/n) noticed guards approach them from behind.

"The court locked us up to hide weakness in the Repu- ahhh!" She screamed in pain as a guard hit her over the head with a baton, then electrocuted her with it. She struggled to get away as one grabbed her, but she continued to get beat with the metal rod. Dogma was struggling against guards as well and took a blow to the gut. As the two of them struggled, hands behind their back, (y/n) continued to shout, until a guard slapped his hand over her mouth. Some inmates began to riot as more guards flooded the room. The riff raff fell silent when the warden entered and he stared at the two trouble makers like they were Count Dooku himself. His deep, commanding voice echoed throughout the room.

"Solitary. Indefinite." He shouted, piercing the air, then watched as Dogma and (y/n) were dragged away by the guards. They were thrown into a cell around twice the size of their previous one, the furniture set up in a similar way.

Inside were two beds, facing into the corner separated by a table. A cushioned bench, larger than the old one with a cushion tacked to the wall was opposite the beds. In front of the bench was a table and next to the bench was a shelf that held things to keep them occupied during their time there like playing cards and a couple books. On a lower shelf were foam cups and packets of tea and cheap drink mixes and small bags of nonperishable food. At the back of the room was a door to the refresher, larger than the last, with a sink, toilet, and a tub and shower. Instead of an electric field caging them in, there was a metal door in the center with a slot on the bottom through which food and new clothing were given to them. The floor was concrete, and the walls were metal, and telling from the dampness, the cell was underground.

"Looks like you got pretty banged up there." Dogma said, pulling himself up off the floor after the dizziness went away.

"Yeah." (Y/n) mumbled, blood dripping from her lip and nose. The flesh around her eye was turning purple, but thankfully it wasn't swollen. Her lip was cut in the corner and she could feel bruises on her back and shoulder where the guards had beat her. She struggled to get to her feet.

"Here. Let me help." Dogma said, grabbing her hands. He pulled her to her feet and she sat on the bench. "Your eye looks like it's getting worse, like a broken blood vessel Let me see." He cupped her face with his hands. They were cold, but it felt good on (y/n) hurting cheeks and jaw. Her eye was turning red. He gently rubbed his thumb along the bruise under here eye as if he were inspecting it.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing. Does it hurt?"

"A little."

"Well. I can't leave anymore to get you some ice, but I can get you a damp cloth. Hopefully it will help." When he returned, he brought her a cloth, dampened with cold water and gently placed it on her eye.

"Thanks." She said, replacing his hand with hers. He had another wet cloth, and began patting away the blood dripping from her nose.

"I'm sorry this happen to you." He said, continued to clean up her face.

"Why? It was my idea."

"I don't know. I just feel like this is all my fault somehow."

"Its not. Not at all. You did the right thing and you know that." She said. "We got them talking. People know about it. I don't know how much a civilian will trust a prisoner, but all we need is for word to get to Padmé. She'll talk to Rex or someone about what really happened on Umbara. She'll make it right."

He didn't say anything, but stared at her, smiling to himself as she adjusted the cloth against her eye, but them removed it once it warmed up. She looked up at him.

"Did you notice? Some of the guards weren't doing anything. They just stood there, staring at us and staring at eachother. They did nothing to control the crowd or us."

"Do you think they believe us?"

"I don't know. Maybe, but-" She was cut off by a guard shouting.

"Lights out!" He shouted. The lights shut off, leaving the cell illuminated by nothing but a night light in the refresher and another glowing above the door. There was just enough light to see across the room.

"Can you make it to bed ok?" He asked as she stood up, but stumbled a little.

"I think so." (Y/n) tried to take a step, but it was still numb from being electrocuted.

"Here. Lean on me." He wrapped an arm around her and she hobbled to the bed, sitting down on it, then adjusting the covers. He took the rag from her. "I'll get you a new cloth."

"No, that's ok. I'll be fine until the morning. Thank you though."

"Ok. Goodnight." He said. He cautiously leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. "If you need something in the night, let me know."

"Ok, I will. Goodnight."

He smiled and climbed into his own bed wondering why it took him landing in jail to form such a positive relationship with her.

(Y/n) couldn't sleep. As time passed, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, patiently illuminated by the light. Strangely, the hum of the fan recessed into the ceiling wasn't lulling her to sleep. She was in pain. She was scared.

"Dogma." She called in a shaky whisper.

"Yeah." He called back.

"I-" She couldn't put into words what she was thinking. Just panic.

"Are you ok?" He asked softly. When she didn't answer, she heard him shift in his bed. The mattress dipped when he sat next to her while she lied there.

"Why are you shaking?" He asked, gently resting his hand on her shoulder.

"It just hurts. A-and I didn't think we'd end up here." She whispered, biting her cheek. He stared down at her. She trembled as she squeezed her eyes shut.

"It's ok to cry." He said. "I know what it's like to think you're in control of a situation when in reality, you're completely helpless."

She lets tear fall down her cheek and took in a sharp breath and covered her face with her arm. She felt Dogma leave her side, but he returned shortly after.

"Here." He said, giving her a cloth. She took it and wiped her face, trying to calm herself with deep breaths. "Promise me you'll get some sleep. You need it."

"You too." She said. He stood up and turned to return to his bed. "Dogma."

"Hm?"

"Don't fall asleep until I do." She said, wiping one last tear.

"Ok." He smiled, holding back a little laugh and he sat down on the bench, and watched her drift to sleep.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #imprisoned #clone trooper dogma x reader #clone trooper dogma #dogma #dogma x reader #commander fox #coruscant guard #the clone wars imagine #the clone wars fanfiction #the clone wars #the clones #swtcw #clone trooper x reader #clones #clone wars

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monochromemedic · 4 years

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Life of a Diamond City Scav

“So... who the are you?” The Diamond City guard hissed, nudging his baton against the young man’s face. “And why the hell should we let you go?” The young man grumbled, blood dribbling down his chin as he strained against the ropes holding him against the chair. “Well... when I was kid I was-” The hard thunk of a baton against his jaw earned a splatter of blood and spittle against the jail floor. “Don’t. Get. Smart. The important shit.” He grimaced, blood now covering his teeth as he spat a blob of it on the floor. “Ok... ok. Christ... I’m Fallon, local scav. uh... I go around the ruins in the city and pick up shit, and I bring it back here to sell for caps so I can lose it all over again. I live in the back, where the mattresses are just on the ground. Don’t got a home, don’t got a family, and I don’t have anything to aim for. Happy?” One of the guards glanced at another who was standing a bit back. His eyes were piercing, obviously one that took his job too seriously. “Yeah it matches up. I’ve seen him slumming around back there. Spends alot of time at the Dugout. That’s about all I know though.” “Ok... thank you. So can we not hit me like im a freaking pinata and i can let my asshole relax?” Fallon huffed, the sting of his face making him wince. “Not until you tell us what the hell you were doing in there” Fallon grunted, rolling his eyes behind his chipped sunglasses. “Ok so... I was walking around the high end part of town cause i wanted to get into that fancy ass bar. That stupid Mr. Handy kept harassing me and I getting sick of it and I just... entered the wrong door-” Another baton, this time to the stomach causing his glasses to fall on the floor, and his breath to get knocked out of him. He writhed in his chair, stomping his feet as he tried desperately to get any air back into him. “You lie like that one more time and I swear to god I won’t hesitate to break a knee you fucking low life.” It took a bit for him to stop choking and gasping. He swore that the guard was breaking all sorts of rules on ‘interrogation’ of a small break in but what the hell was he suppose to do about it. They were the law here, and he was just the lower ‘scum’. As he slumped over, trying to keep the dark spots from fully consuming his vision he looked at the glasses on the ground, words slurring softly as he plead to the guard. “Glasses... give me my glasses...” “No. Answer the question.” “I’ll answer the fucking question just give me the fucking glasses.” “You aren’t in the right position to make demands scav...” The guard warned, the other guard that was standing back beginning to get up, going to stop his friend. “You want your fucking story you give me my goddamn glasses, or i’m gonna stay quiet. Now do you really want to do more fucking paperwork cause you can’t put some glasses back on my face or what?” Fallon screeched before grimacing as the spots began to come back to his eyes, a loud ringing coming to his ears. It was hard for him to focus but he could tell the less ‘bashy’ guard coming up to his friend and just telling him to take a step back as he grabbed the glasses, and put it them back on Fallon’s face. The more violent guard rolled his eyes and stepped away, muttering that he was going to take a piss break. The new guard stared down at Fallon, before grabbing a piece of cloth and wiping the bloody spit from the captive’s mouth. “Take some time, don’t want you passing out. Daniel’s a hot head, but if you just tell the story like you will, this’ll stop. So tell the truth and I can cut you some slack.” Daniel, that was the other guys name. God what a prick. If there was a way to get back at him later he’d find a way. “Yeah i’ll do it... prick can’t keep a joke. Just keep that guy away from me.” As the cloth was brought away he saw how much he was bleeding and was almost impressed. He must have looked like he’d gone 5 rounds with a super mutant. Diamond City, great green jewel his ass. What’s so great about being beat half to death over a petty little crime. “You ready to tell me what’s going on?” Fallon nodded, not wanting to straighten up and just let the ropes hold him upright. “The Codman’s are assholes. We all know this, they look down on anyone that can’t live comfortably it’s bullshit. Well that blonde er... Ann. I had enough of her. I was just bringing in some salvage and she calls me every name in the book and i’m just trying to make it through the day. Not my fault I don’t got a pack of bramin and a fancy farm to rely on... I’m so sick of it so I wanted to get back at them. So I might have picked their lock and tried to see if there was anything worth selling to someone local in town, so she’d have to buy back her own shit. Am an I asshole? Yeah. Do I feel sorry for it... not really.” The guard stayed quiet, shifting his weight on his feet before coughing out a response, trying to hold back a chuckle “As... much as i’m sure alot of us would like to do that, it’s still illegal.” “Yeah,yeah I know just lock me up for a couple of days. Better then sleeping out in the cold.” It didn’t take long for Fallon to be released from the chair and the blood to be cleaned up. He sat in the corner of the large jail cell, resting his head on the bars as he rubbed his bruised jaw, watching the guards around him go to work. Daniel, the dumb asshole stared at him from across the room, twirling his baton like he was trying to be threatening. Fallon glared back from behind his glasses, wondering what the hell his deal was. Probably had a huge crush on Ann or something. That or he just loved kissing ass. The thought made Fallon smirk abit before he stared at the iron bars holding him in. It was sad. Sad that he was almost happy to be here instead of out there. Least here there was a roof over his head, he knew he wouldn’t get kidnapped by the institute or dragged away by mole rats. He wondered if that’s why so many people he knew in the city were constantly in and out of jail. Diamond City... what a joke.

#fallon's tag #my oc #idk why i wanted to write fallon in more of the fallout universe. maybe to try to give some flavor to him without him having a story #of his own yet #oh well here it is

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moondoon · 5 years

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Okay so uhhh heres my AU. I’m going to just copy and past for the most part what was posted on Amino. Keep in mind I wrote this all down last night while pulling an all nighter so lets go babe!! I super duper hope you think its a neat idea and I will post more on it later. tumblr wont let me upload any more images and im very mad right now!!!!! so dig through my blog for more. I have plenty and I will post more.

Anyways, lets start with Majora. The main big baddie of the actual game. My version of Majora is actually not technically a bad guy. Not even a guy at all. She is 20 ft tall, has a skull for a face, long whips that can slink out of her wrists, and 3 separate forms. Wrath being the final.

Her canon design is a tad eyesore so I decided to fix it up. Shes the one thing I am actually proud of in this whole AU thats why I started with her. The third eye on her head, and the eyes on her chest can move but rarely do. Theres no need.She’s extremely monster like and doesn’t necessarily think like you and I.Shes very powerful and all of that power is sealed away in the mask.Most of the events of Majoras mask still remain true to this AU, I simply add backstory and some characters.

I cant explain much of Majora until later when things get extra spicy but trust me she has more to her than just this.

so lets move onto Fierce.

This character I have a lot more to explain of, less to show. I draw him plenty you know who he is. He’s 8ft5, messy long hair that can be found braided, and has a bad attitude.

This fella is almost always angry and really just likes to intimidate people. He’s the kind of guy to throw hands before arguing. Prefers to work alone and doesn’t stick around for praise nor offerings.

The people of Termina respect Fierce, they try to avoid getting in his way. Where he refuses to harm and or interact with them currently (post game) they still refrain from distracting him.

Before the events of the game, before being sealed in the mask, he was a lot more interactive between the people of clocktown. He was a tad friendlier and actually had a few people he liked to visit from time to time.

Shortly after being sealed away unexpectedly for hundreds of years he realized its not worth the pain of losing the people he loves.

Hes going to be around for a long time and feels at this point, that its best he not make friends with mortals anymore.

He had a very close relationship with the deity of the Deku people, Odolwa. They were very close. Odolwa came in a long time ago back when the original god of Termina arrived. he is not related to Mr Termina but they respect eachother. Odolwa may be very old compared to Fierce but he gets along great with him, shares a love for big cool swords, and even will stay up at night with him from time to time and just hang out.

This god was made for Termina, to represent, and protect the people of Termina.

No matter what area they are from he was created to protect them. He is very active and can be seen wandering around both clocktown, and around Termina field until he is needed.

Fierce is uhh,,,, not quite ready for a job as big as this. Atleast not in the eyes of the true and current god.

This man does not quite have a name yet im working on it shh im gonna refer to him as many things.

He is very tall and very slender. He is dressed in long golden robes that almost look like a cape at times, and wears a lot of jewelry. He is the man who made fierce for one reason and one reason only. To replace him.

He’s been around for a very long time and watched over the people of this land.

Having the same type of authoritative intimidation as white diamond from SU, he stands very tall, moves very gracefully, shows no fear, and is constantly smiling.

There is a minor god who follows this man. He’s pretty much just backup who agrees with everything Mr.Termina says. Hes no where near as strong no where near as intimidating but he is his right hand man.

Mr.Termina and his Right hand man want to go run away and never come back to this hellhole. They want to be free to relax and no longer have duties of a god.

He creeped out a lot of people so uhhh,,,, he’s sort of been a holy being in the sky who watches rather than be a part of the people. They barely know him and by the time Fierce is made he is the only icon in their eyes.

Fierce was made to be just as powerful if not more powerful than this god. Pretty much just condensed and improved. Mr.Termina wanted him to have a mortal form so he can fit in better with humans rather than being a big scary monster/deity who would scare them away.

He has been keeping Fierce in check, cares little to nothing about sentimental value nor emotions and will even go as far as calling Fierce weak and or soft for a god. This really starts to corrupt and hurt him and he gets very self conscious about appearing as “weak” so he really tends to beat himself up. He’s sounding a tad mentally abusive towards his creation. This only makes Fierce hate him more and more each day.

He really just wants to make Fierce as perfect as he can be before passing the baton over to him but isnt doing it right.

Meaning, he can’t give him all of his powers at once. In fact he hasn’t taught him any out of fear that things wont be working out and fierce may kill him. Hes afraid of what he made lmao. This is why Fierce mostly stays in the physical strength area. He is a very strong man and does have some abilities that he doesn’t control. (Some healing factors)

Fierce has become kind of... rebellious? He’s acting more human than god. Granted hes an angry little man but but it should be expected considering he wanted him to fit in with the humans.

All of this was fine and dandy until Fierce was fed up with what this god was doing to him, killed his right hand man, and was banished to be a mask for a few hundred years. Pretty much papa put his son into timeout without letting him say goodbye to the people he loved back in clocktown.

All of this gods creations have a “if all else fails turn them into a mask so they cant harm me” thing. He cant turn anyone into a mask only his creations.

This is where link found him during the events of MM, used his mask, and set him free in the end of Majoras mask.

This not only benefited Fierce by him studying link and learning how to use magic blasts from his sword,(though he will never admit it) it revealed a dark secret about the old god. One that truly had Fierce scared, yet ready to kill the man.

I refuse to tell you what yet because I want to make more posts on this later on.

After chasing link off he pretty much spends his time lying low. He’s not supposed to be out of timeout. Hes trying his best to learn how to use any other powers he may have currently to be able to last longer than 5 minutes in a fight with the true god. Fierce wants this man dead. No retirement for him mwuahaha

He will attempt to forcefully take his place and do this job right and as much as he hates to make this horrible man proud by doing so, its the only way to save himself and people in the future. ________________________________________________________________ SO uh anyways thanks for reading i love you. I miiight take asks for this au? I certianly will be happy if anyones actually curious... just to help do something cause im not the best at story telling... I hope what I have posted makes sense. I love yall see ya later

#Majoras Mask #Fierce Deity #legend of zelda #idk what to tag it as im not hella worried abt it

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I was complaining about his pictures.. I didn't like them... Not that he's not beautiful.. I just didnt like h pictures...

People say alot about "me not being there"

But his pictures... He's not there..

I've told him before...

This I watched a thousand times when he first posted it... I didn't know why or why i heard him say id taught him that on date night on accident or that it had hit me in the head..

It felt like only two of us had been there... But with the sound it made it feel like a bunch... Which made me think may Be it was a busy night or maybe we went with a group

By the time he had posted it, i had known he was in my life... But only for a short time...

So I didn't know what he meant. I thought I should message and ask him...

But I didn't. I wanted to tell myself to try.

But i didn't. I just wanted to keep watching.

At first, my reaction was the same as tonight, what a dork. Like REALLY. What a complete dork. No one think he's any thing but annoying and total dork 2 year old too hyper annoying child.

Then i watch it again. And again. And again.

And i see him. When he walks off camera. That's where he is.

It would have made sense to write him since he only appeared off camera.

But i had only seen him once.

What if he was damaged like me? I already knew i was too damaged for myself...

And so I would mess him up.... Because I always do.. I can't hold a relationship. Like never.

I get too impatient. Too angry. Too Me.

I decided to just be glad i saw him. Maybe it didn't make any difference to him and probably I'd forget in all reality. So then in the end it wouldn't make a difference if I saw him...

Now would it?

And so if I wrote him and I was too damaged then i would ruin it all. I always did. Always too much pressure on someone. Me or them.

I wasn't ready.

And I tell you. It's true. The one day I decided to try. He blocked me.

He really did. I just use another account cause fuck that shit, you're not gonna stand in my way Alex Laughlin with that giant phone in your pocket. Unblock me when you're ready. I'll just stalk you not so silently on social media.

Now we'll see about that date night we had...

Michael Jackson asked us to check on the people we sent home. He said he wanted to join the CIA and they checked and watched but he wanted to see if it were all true. Since we knew who we sent home, we should go. So we all four went.

Saint Luches and Jesse Tony went dressed like homeless beggars to see if they'd catch up with a kidnapper or protector.

And we went on a date night to a local putt-putt mini golf.

Alex was freaking out because it was an hour and a half and we hadn't seen them walk by yet. So he had us in the corner nearest where they were supposed to walk up at. He sat on a bench "not even a page" he checked his beeper.

We both knew they were in danger and they were gonna get jacked up. We knew. The plan was they were to get kidnapped. Find the kidnappers hide outs and make sure our girl's were at home, had beem delivered by the CIA. Alex didn't want to be kidnapped. He couldn't handle that. So he went with me. We never went out on date night.

"Give me your ball. You're not ruining date night"

"What? Excuse me? Our friends could be dead and you're worried about you, yourself?"

"Neither one are dead. I would know" i stacked two balls and he threw his hands up in the air. God he could be so annoying in public. I never knew. He is sitting there looking so sexy and doesn't even know. Maybe i should tell him! Strike One. Right. Then I'll get in trouble. Besides didn't I already show him with a blow job in the car? But no all he had to do was worry. That was all. Did he compliant my dress? Strike Two. Yes he did. Of course he did. He Always did. But could he tell the difference between one dress and another?

"Can you tell three difference between me and a suit? The different ones I wear?"

I looked up at him. Yeah. Of course I could. This one was blue with jeans in case he had to run. Tomorrow was black which I preferred with black jeans, again. I looked down at the ground but i was still watching him and the street from the corner of my eye. No one was coming. Not good.

He threw his hands up "not again! Not--!" He stood and pulled at his leg "these ones are blue!"

"I know that honey! I just meant--"

"Why are you whiney?"

"Just stuff."

I felt him lean backwards on me, back to back, slide down and end face up between my legs.

"Get on. Hurry before someone sees" I looked down between my legs at him. His bright blue jeans were undone

"But you're not out yet and you don't like me being on top!"

"Look again"

"Oh you're out already?! But some one could see!"

"You better hide it" i looked down the street. "They're not coming you're right they've been kidnapped. Saint Luches was already. Jesse is still waiting. Mark told me and he told me I better take care of you. Come on! Its getting cold! You're gonna freeze my thing off of me!"

"But Mark shouldn't I lay down?"

"Lets do the proper thing and lay your coat down under her. These guys in this van behind her have been watching her and you." Said Mark

"Lead the way babe! This New Orleans thing aint bad at all when you're with someone who knows how to have fun!"

"I can't ... I can't get it up ... I can't do it when some kidnappers are sitting here watching me! Now they know my face!!"

"Well they can get to know my pussy." He was looking up and i could hear a car "what? Its Jesse isn't it? What was he pointing down at?"

"Time? What? Idk!!"

"He said meet me here. He knows what to do this time and he is gonna attack the kidnappers and take the van. Quick baby get up. Someone is coming. Baby! Look at me"

"Im watching Jesse"

"I can't see. Babe. I feel the ground vibrations. You gotta get up. Babe. Honey please. Babe he's coming to you" he had no idea a kidnapper from the van was coming and the on side he had me pinned down in. I could see his shadow. I didn't know if he was using chloroform and how fast he was. He thought i was talking about Jesse in the van. No. I was talking about the people at our feet!! Not our heads.

"Why don't you trust me i can see just fine!" He looked down at me and kissed my lips and saw the shadow i saw. He looked up. There was 7 kidnappers surrounding us. He still hadn't entered me and had his Dick in his hand. But he was over me so they couldn't see. He looked me in the eyes. Slide your knee up. So I did. Carefully and zip. Then he was up in a milisecond, climbing off me, grabbing the club and swinging. What do i do? "Tuck and Roll!!"

I did away from them, the same direction he had went "Go!! Don't run!!"

He meant hide. He was fighting for the club it seemed.. One was watching and 2 were down and 2 were fighting him and one was nearby to jump in.

"You can't catch me!!!!" I ran toward him. Zig

"NO! I GOT IT! JUST NOOOO!"

Zag! "Hey!! You wanna piece of me?!?! I got a pretty pussy!!" I smiled and pulled at the hem of my skirt and twisted my hips back and forth.

"Noooo!!!"

The guy fighting him for the club.. He was sickest. I saw it in his eyes. He didn't know what a human was anymore. It was so long since he had been one. Surrounded by evil so long that's all he knew and has become.

Dam if he hadn't distracted me just enough... First i felt a light touch on my ankle, "me" "no, that's enough she can only have me dammit" my arm was grabbed roughly. I felt i was in a horror film and i was the one to die. The man sized thing had a death grip on me and blacked out teeth and a look on his eyes that passed psycho. I was scared. I checked Laughlin. He was just watching keeping cool twirling the golf club like a baton. I could hear Luches saying I said help me and Laughlin saying I said run.

"Let GO!" I yanked my arm. I spun around, bent my knees. There was 4. Shit, all eyes on me! Its time! Go! I ran toward the one i expected to grab me But didn't. Past him fast, jog past Laughlin in heels. I know he liked it. I was in heels. Extra special sauce. Slow jog so he could enjoy. Larger outer rim and super fast towards the kick. I slammed myself into the chain link fence. Ducked down a bit and tight squeeze -- heels to the side. Stand in the middle. I completed a full circle. Dodged behind the storage shed. I only had 6 inches. My ass bent the fence so i could sit a bit, taking pressure off my knees because I put my feet in toe facing toe. I was too desperate to think that step. Man I was scared

"Stay in the middle. He will come and get you. Man look at my baby I'm so proud" I heard my real mom. The one that gave birth to me.

"Mom! I'm scared! There's too many! Is he gonna be alright?"

"Mark will help he will be fine."

"Okay I'll just wait then" I looked down at my nails and picked at the cuticles.

"Don't look up"

I did anyway. It was grotesque. I flinched.

"Don't you want me?" He asked leaning his head in as far as he could between the fence and shed.

"Don't look up"

I did anyway. At least he looked somewhat human. He was probably the Boss. He was the one i expected to grab me. Instead he just stands around while everyone else does the work.

"They're too high to know what they're doing. They'll be alright"

"Mom my heart!"

"Every thing is alright you just need to caaalllm through it" I felt relief

I just need to look at the normal one. That will be okay..

"Are you kidnapped?"

I heard the chain link behind me I looked and he was trying to move in behind the shed. I whimpered.

"Yeah. You are young, too, I expect. I think i know your boyfriend. He work in New York City?"

I gasped "you are kidnapped! What are you doing?!!"

"They made me do it. Said if i didn't they would kill my whole family. So i pretend to be the lookout hoping someone will catch me, them, they pay me good too. Your other friend is in the van"

Alex appeared

"No!!!" I gasped and put my hand in my face as he knocked out the innocent kid "just go get the other--"

"What am I doing?"

"Kill that thing over there"

"What baby? Let's get you out of there" he leaned over to assist

"Oh my God! Watch out!" I saw the shadow loom near him

"Huh? I already hit this one! Just go the other way babe! It'll be alright"

"Oh my God. I hope so!"

"It will just do what you need to" i heard my mom's voice. "He's over here"

"I know" I was so scared to look around the corner and see the eyes of herion on the face of a psycho but I had to, I know Alex was just holding him off. Pretending to fight. I could tell.

"Now run!" My mom said

"Okay!" I was whining "to the van! I know! Right in front of me!" I felt confident. I got past the fence into the lot "oh no! There's two!"

"Just get in! That is what i was trying to tell you!" Mom said

"Okay... I... I... Okay come on door open for me!" It did it smelled like oily car parts "saint Lcuha?"

"No"

Okay get in. What? Did he say no? I could smell his cologne. I was in such a panic. My heart was failing me so bad

"Why are you putting your seat belt on for? He wants thou to drive and Don't duck"

Who? Saint Luches? I looked up and saw Alex.

"I'm hoping that other one is empty. I took the keys. Idk why. Now let's find Jesse"

It took 3 weeks to clean up New Orleans. The CIA there went bad. They said they would let people return home but if any one was on the street they were free game. The mini golf was abandoned. Gate ripped off. Cars in the parking lot but no one was there. We got the club and balls our self.

I had to go to the emergency room 4 times because of chronic heart failure.

One time All i could do was bend over and put pressure on my heart but it was too bad. Alex held my hand as he drove. He drove to the hospital, covered in kidnapper blood. Saint Luches had to carry me in. I was already gone.

They said it was heart attacks. Nurses said it was miracles. 3 heart attacks within 10 days. Massive heart failure. Dead for 9 hours one time. About t pronounce me dead but had to wait on a lawyer from NYC. A miracle they said. But I felt like shit.

Only 6 of us against 294 kidnappers, 2/3 were CIA/FBI

No one went to school or work. Only fully loaded adult vans went to stores and not many shelves had food.

The Evil was great in that town. Just East of New Orleans.

Only 294 took down thousands.

Only 6 if us it took to save them all.

We did the same thing every time. 2 homeless/hungry street walkers, sometimes prostituting.

Or 3 if I couldn't go because I was too sick, around my kryptonite heroin and kidnappers.

2 Michael Jackson and T at movie theaters, gas stations, wherever normal went. Sometimes I went with them. Sat in the back seat. Lincoln Continental. Tinted windows. Back seat window slant for privacy. They would lock the doors. I would unlock T's he would use the key or she would open. Sometimes I did both. That's when we knew I was feeling better. I had to unlock 2 doors all day at least 4 days without missing a stop without a reason. Or I had to stay in the car. I got paid. Really sick days I laid down and slept. She would go in through his side door or stay in and sit with me.

9 times I unlocked the door for a kidnapper. I was usually reading a novella. Id see a shadow, think it was her or sometimes Michael. Just unlock it auto matic ally.

The first time I ran screaming from the car when a zombie got in. And collapsed 20 feet away. I felt dumb. I tried to keep my eyes open. To see whose feet i could hear but i was dead.

T telling Michael "2 days after her 3rd massive heart attack and what's she out doing? Exercising. What the doctor say to do? Not that! You not dead yet? We're taking you to the hospital anyway. This will be no fun. Im not taking the fall for that. What was she doing anyway? Unlocking the door for that that thing. I don't blame her I would taken off running screaming too if that thing came near me. What she call them? zombie? Dam things are scary looking. And she opened the door for the scariest. Bet he could smell her sweet pussy like that other one did that scared her so bad. Said he reminded her of her dad that day when she called the police on him but worse. She said she only told me that cause she said I'm a girl and pretty and her mom was giving her a pretty hard time About it and she wondered she should be scared or not, it was pretty dam bad Michael. She had this look in her eyes that i never seen before. She's asleep now. Wuss. Wuss. But it was bad Michael im telling you. That look in her eyes. Shes never had it, it was terror. Complete terror. Wuss. Wake up wuss. She told me to call her that. Might make her angry i don't care about her feelings. Make her wanna fight me. Im her cousin. I could do that. Wuss. Wuss. She's too weak. She can't. She wants to though. She's awake, i told your secret you wanna fight me? She said no. Don't tell them other two boys tho. I already told Jess. She said i could because he's independent like her but the other two seem to rely on her and she don't want them to know. She said Jesse would know what to do and protect them for her. But if they knew how scared she was They would go berserk. But she said they would start fighting how to take care of her. She said it was good you were here tho. You could take leadership over her and they would let you. They want her safe and out of the way the most part thats what she said. Wuss. Get back in your body. I ain't putting up with that shit, she said at the hospital. Theres something happening up a head. She can't see laying down. Van! Kidnappers! She said that is the one the boys are in. She said to follow. Who is in? Oh Jesse and Alex. Saint Luches always goes alone. But Alex won't. Oh he will now? She said he knew something was wrong so he jumped in too. They're trying to figure out what. Or what to do, what is. Oh they don't know what is wrong with her. Get back in Yoir body and sit up. She said no. She's too weak just tell the boys to shove her against the window. You know they won't. They will have a dam heart attack. Sit up! You see this. She's waving her arm at and it goes up 6 inches then thump. She can't do shit. Wuss. She's just a wuss. I'm just unlocking the door for them So they can get in faster. She had a heart attack. She said collapsed she's trying but she has no rhythm. Just rub her hands and legs and feet that's what the doctor said to do. No she's been shaking her head although slightly and nodding. Nodding is clearer but she's only moving near millimeters. Aren't ya? Look! She smiled! She's lethargic. No don't try to move! Just lay there let them help your blood flow to your heart and brain"

Jesse had got in at my head. Alex at my feet. They just slid under my body. When we got Saint Luches, Jesse slid to the middle and bent me up in his lap then laid me down gently into Saint Luches lap.

Of all the people in the car, Saint Luches put his seat belt on.

Boy been thrown in the back of vans with no seats much less belts for weeks!!. Dam boy. I laughed and it killed me..at least I died laughing, i thought. Instead of of terror.

I had to stay over night. Total 9 days in the hospital. For 3 massive coronary and medium to severe heart attack, that wasnt too bad.

Im glad they diagnosed me. My mother said it was a panic attack. I told her I was sure glad she wasn't a nurse! She laughed.

She didn't die laughing, though, she was already dead.

She was right though... She wanted to become a nurse because of my heart condition. It's actually backwards when I was born. Its turned 3/4 of the way backwards now...

Apparently there's extra long tubes so it could turn all the way.

Love is the only cure. My work here isn't done.

Balls to the walls, kids.

So after that... Well the night i got out of the hospital.. My blood pressure dropped from stress, from remembering the last time i had been in the car, so T had to climb over the seat and help the blood flow to my limbs

So after that Alex decided I couldn't ride alone.

So then when i saw a shadow go to the window 2 days after my 4th trip to the hospital after 4 insane heart attacks, and everyone left me in the car alone because there was 7 vans I just unlocked the door

I wasn't really reading. I was trying but really i wss just looking at the book, listening. So when the kidnapper got in, I leaned all the way back in the seat so my head was far as possible. It exposed my chest so if he wanted to perv on my boobs there was nothing I can do. But it was better than being attacked in my spine or head. So i tried to hold the hardcover book to protect me.

I opened my car door to signal a problem.

"Don't move. Stay in the car"

I shut the door. "What is this? I think the seat belt went out" open the door. Slam. "No shit. I really did it this time" open door Slam. "Now the buckle.." Open door Slam. I saw Alex perk on the 3rd. "Now just one more..." Open door. Slam. I heard him. "I'm coming Baby" "got it. Finally" "uhhh sir? I didn't see you in here before. Did you get in the wrong car? Because I don't know yo--"

I realized if he didn't turn around then may be it was better. If I didn't see his face, I had a feeling I wanted to But I didn't know if it was curiosity or instinct. He had a hood up so when he turned his head it wasn't enough.

"Hey... Uhm.. Did you want to get something to eat? One of my friends has lots of money. Did you see her? You're in her seat. You might want to scoot over towards the middle" Alex had came and he had cracked his door open to hear. I knew we needed to find out our situation. And Alex was there. I wouldn't get So scared. If I saw a shadow behind I would just scream and point. This guy wasn't turning around for nothing. He wouldn't see me point out his friends. Of course the shadows were going the wrong direction. But if i could see i could scream, that would make my point clear. I opened up my book to steady my heart. It wzs begining to race and I had to steady it in the beginning. Just think about Alex getting in the car being safe i said to myself.

"Yeah buddy. You may just want to scoot over. Hey did you want to drive or anything? You can the car is already on." Alex climbed in the car. Shut and locked the door and began to mess with his seatbelt

"Where is the girl with the money?"

"Oh they're not coming" Alex looked at me like why did you say that for?

Idk sounded good to me. They were criminals. All criminals wanted money. I was pretty sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"But i took the money. See? I got a hunny" he pulled out a dollar bill from my purse in the floor.

"This is a one!! I need to make me some money!!" He slid over to the driver side

He doesn't even sound human i worried. Alex said he didn't look like he had any eyes.

He put the car in drive

"Alex! No!"

Alex dust busted him anyway, jumped over the seat and put it in park

"He left his clothes?!"

"Yeah. Sit up here with me"

"No I don't want too. Too much strength. Action. Movement. I can't even read. Did you know? Too much strength"

"I had a feeling. But you're smart enough to slam the door to alert me. Put your seat belt on. There you go that's nice. Thank you bunny"

He was driving around the vans looking for our friends. He turned the corner and so many shadows. He parked. They seemed to get bigger.

"Oh no! Alex! Alex!" Then I just literally screamed and covered my head, he reached back and locked my door. Moving slow and still.

"They're just buildings now. You can look"

"Oh no Alex. One just got in the car! He's sitting behind you! Alex! No! Please don't touch me! Alex! Shoot it!"

He tried to climb up the back window. Like the one the day before had when I was just with Michael and T. He laid there mimicking me. And dangling his arm off the back of the back dash. I didn't tell anyone. I didn't know if it was because i had been dead and it was Mark and my brain wasn't working proper cause the blood so i couldn't recognize. T turned around to check on me a lot and Mike checked the review mirror a lot. I knew he was driving but surely he could see if something was dangerous... But his eyes didn't acknowledge. Neither did hers.

"Your mom said i could!" He sounded hurt. In 2020 that attitude pisses me off and i kill things dead immediately, "we were in the morgue! And we were listening!! They said. They said you were scared! And we knew we couldn't kill the Queen! So i didnt turn around! And i was shot! Shot twice!"

Alex looked at me questioningly. "I don't know? If my mom said it's for a reason. I saw him yesterday and didn't tell no one"

"Thats not what i meant and i think i know that. You do, too. You're hiding something from me. Why are you sacred? Why did you let him in the car?" He said as he climbed over the seat. The last question was angry.

"Idk. You're beautiful do you know that? I love you"

"You make me want to fuck you! But I need to know what you're hiding from me, i know you do it sometimes and you haven't said one word about not working and sitting in a car being a door unlocker and you can kill, too"

"I know i can. Its just temporary until i feel better. Your eyes are so beautiful. Lets cuddle"

"Don't make me do this to you. I can't cuddle and you're sick and i know the truth"

"Oh that's okay just put your arm on the back of rhe seat and ill snuggle with you"

"No. I'm being patient with you. Don't look like i just slapped you."

"You did. Not my face but my heart"

"Fine. Lean against me"

"Take your shirt off"

"No I'm not doing that right now, honey"

"Your pants?"

"I would like to say yes but in your condition that's exerting too much pressure on your tonsils"

"What's wrong with T? She hasn't moved since you brought me over here"

"We don't know. Michael is trying to find the answer"

"You just need to shoot her. Here" i reached for the gun on his thigh near his knee

"No!!!!" He snatched it away.

"She won't die! She's not evil"

No way he was like no way

"Babe trust. Look see me. See her? She needs help. She's not like me. She can't move. Whatever hurt her is not her heart. She would have fallen over."

"Let me ask Mike"

"No let me just shoot her"

"You let one alien in the car and you want to kill our friend?!"

"I've let two."

"Oh well! And!" He was losing it.

"She's my cousin!. Trust. I know her. Something that has her is evil. Remember the clothes in the front seat? You shoved them out the door. So her. It must be alien. It must also be evil alien to do that to her. What if there's like a truck to come run her over so they can take her body. Im going to go stand next to her so i can see"

"No baby I'll just ... Ill just try it. But you owe me the truth why you're scared of aliens."

"Did they kill Mike? They killed Mark"

"No he's in a vacant house using the phone takinf9to the alien agency. Are you ready?"

"Yes. Please hurry. Just fire the dam thing already! Ill do it myself!! Ow that's hot"

"I told you I would do it and I did it. Now you owe me the truth"

"i can't im busy"

"You're not doing anything!"

"Im waiting for... She's awake!! Run!! Please hurry!! Hurry!! Let her in!!"

"What's going on!!!!!"

She ran and jumped in. Moments later a big blue worker uhaul type truck plowed into the car.

"The glass didn't shatter this is good. Now we have to kill them. Hurry! No don't get out! Through the window!"

"No one's driving. What if no one is driving? I didn't see anyone-- why is the truck doors opening!!?? No one was anywhere ne--"

I saw them climbing across the hood of the car. To get in. They could just get in. Especially through glass. I started screaming like a toddler. Then yelling "just shoot it!"

"What? Get down!".

Covering my own ears screaming like a toddler, my heart exploding, i sat in the floor board facing the seat. My back against T's seat. Screaming. "Just shoot them! They're every where!! Theres since many!! They're all gonna die!!" I scream like a toddler again.

T is saying over and over to stop screaming.

Alex is losing his mind and fluctuating between adoring and wanting to kill me.

"Just fucking stop it for Jesus sakes!!" He grabs my arm to pull my hand off my ear.

"Are they done? All dead i mean?" I Sat in the seat

"Jesus Christ my babe! Look you screamed so loud you woke the dead, here he comes"

I cover my ears and start screaming again.

"Jesus Christ who woke the kid?".

Alex gets in my face "That's not what i meant!! Okay?!?! Look!! Babe!! Please!! Just look!! Out the window!!"

I grab his hand and cover my eyes and turn to the window

"Jesus Christ. Do you see what she just did!?"

I lift his little finger. Drop it, Thwn his ring but I still can't see so I lift his middle finger and i can see Michael walking towards us

"Really baby?"

"Im not a baby. Im a babe."

"Well you scream like one!" T is excited to see her man "I'm over here!!!!!" She waves to him.

"No don't open the door. Just don't, you don't want her to scream do you?"

"Well how is he supposed to get in?"

"He can get in. He's family. When i scream it feels good"

"Michael is looking at the clothes. She shot me! I'm over here. Her mom told me she would. She said I'm not evil. I'm good and it won't hurt me But protect me."

"Yeah and my mom told me to scream. She said i used to do it when I was little"

"Not to wake the dead"

"Not like we lived next to the cemetery. Besides maybe they think my singing is beautiful and they want to listen more so they come closer and my singing brings them to life because im magical."

T forgot she could move and Michael was sure she was dead. Couldn't figure out how there was skid marks where she was if they had wanted to use her body. Didn't realize she had already moved. Finally she opened her car door and stood. Me yelling did nothing. His jaw dropped. His eyes widened. His head swiveled. He dropped all these papers.a briefcase and ran to the car "oh my honey! I thought you were dead! I was sure of it! I didn't want to go home. Just wait where you died until you returned." He said into her hair all muffled.

"I told you. Love" i say

"Goddamit Youre sexy" she said

"See? All about Love!"

"But how did you get to move? Get to life or whatever did happen?"

"They shot me"

His face went crazy rage "YOU SHOT MY DAM WIFE!?!"

"See?!? I told you! Love!"

"Im gonna fucking kill you!!" He literally threw ber into the door and tried to get to Alex and strangle him

"Or may be not!"

Long story short. She spanked him. He got woke. I went to get the papers he dropped and he abandoned me in the parking lot.

"Yeah what the fuck!" I gathered them up "yeah you're a real stupid ass. Im glad it got hit. I felt pretty bad for you for a minute even though you tried to kill Alex. Now i don't know how i feel. Yeah!! Mad!!!! Leave the abandoned orpahan alone in the parking lot with alien ghosts with a heart condition! 3 massive heart attacks and a really fucking bad one!!! I can have a stroke any minu-- oh my God. I need to calm down im going to die. Im gonna die. Mom i don't know how to breathe I'm gonna choke to death. Mom! Help!! Somebody?!?!" I fell. It was all dramatic and beautiful.

Alex got out of the car that screeched down the street and picked me up "is this what heaven is like?"

"You wish. You've really got some explaining to do"

"This is so romantic! This is so sweet!!" Everything was pink and blue and not the colors they were supposed to be "is the street a river? Is this good?"

Alex walked around to the other side of the car after dropping me off.

"Oh my God!!! Sabrina!! Oh my God! No stop the car! Are you bleeding?! No! You're turning pink! Armageddon wants you back. No don't go we need you to much. Sit baxk. We will pretend we are ina limo"

"STOP THE CAR. YOU'RE DRIVING IT INTO A LAKE! WERE ALL GONNA DIE!! YOU NEED TO GET YOUR PAPERS!! wow the world is changing before my very eyes. GET THE PAPERS! YOU NEED TO CHANGE THE PROPHECY! Get the dang pap--"

"Hes not even in the car"

"Then who wss driving? He was in the seat. The world keeps changing too many colors, the people. I need to eat by the way"

"Sabrina what happened to you by the way? Why did you fall? You were all covered in blood out your nose, eyes. Ears, wrists. Then you turned pink like you lived on Armageddon. And the colors you explain are Armageddon but nothing we saw changed but not on you. Not in the air. Nothing."

"They want me back. They want me back. We will have a meeting tonight. I stayed here?"

"Yes"

"Then all will be fine. Lift up your shirt. No him."

"Why do you Keep telling me to do that?"

"To keep rhythm with your heart. My mom told me that's how she kept me alive. That and with screaming. My dad couldn't do it. That's why they always took me to the bar. That's what she said. She said you could do it for me since Mark isn't here. And just about any Earthling or human as long as it's not Jupiter"

I fell asleep. I woke at the hotel restaurant parking lot

"I'm back!!! I went to Armageddon and they said they're a bunch of douche bag bastards and want to take over the Earth and asked what I thought. I said no. They said they believed it was temporary!!"

Michael turned around. He was an alien. Alex was. Everyone was. I laid back in the seat and started screaming and kicking while they tried to eatmy soul.

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Camp Rival!Jeno

Day Six: Our first kiss together

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summer camp.

this would be the tenth year in a row that you’ve attended since you were seven. you were well-known to be one of the most competitive people at the dream team camp. always winning, always doing the most. well, you and one other person. your sworn enemy.

lee jeno.

just the simple thought of his name was enough to get your blood boiling. the very first day you have arrived at the camp, someone tripped you, you landed in mud and said person laughed at you. you were seven years old, and boy, never in your life had you been so humiliated. when the camp counselors had been informed that one of their supposed happy campers were down, you had learned that his name was lee jeno.

‘jeno, why don’t you apologize to them?’ the counselor had said. jeno looked reluctant to say sorry, a stupid, goofy grin on his face. ‘i’m sorry for tripping and laughing at you.’

it felt very insincere so no, you didn’t accept his stupid apology. from that day forward, you two had been camp rivals. always at each other's throats to see who would win this time. this year, you were confident you would finally show up to jeno and stick him where he belongs, in second place.

during the long car trip to the campsite, you have been preparing yourself for the obstacles to come that day. first days at camp was always a bit hectic, what with the signing in, the saying goodbye to your parents for the whole summer, and finding your camp friends. you’ve stuck with the same three people since you first arrived, them introducing themselves as chenle, donghyuck, and renjun.

upon arriving at the entrance, you took your bag out of the car and stepped and admired the camp. ‘it feels great to be back,’ you said to no one in particular.

‘it sure does.’ you jumped and turned around to find a smug grin looking tauntingly at you. ‘hey princess, how are you?’ jeno asks.

‘was great before you found me,’ you chuckled emptily. ‘and stop calling me princess,’ you rolled your eyes, said a quick ‘goodbye’ to your parents and left jeno where he stood. he rushed to where you were headed, ‘ouch, not too happy to see me this year?’

‘when am i ever happy to see you, jeno?’ you sighed. you stopped and turned around to face him, jeno almost crashing into you. you looked at him expectantly, and rolled your eyes again, ‘if you have nothing else to say then i’ll be going now.’ you turned yourself around once more and started to walk away.

you let out a big breath and slowed your steps, spotting your friends over by one of the cabins. chenle spotted you first, him stopping in the middle of his sentence to flail his arms in your direction, ‘y/n! over here!’ the rest of them looked to where chenle was waving at and broke out into big grins.

you laughed at the sight of them and rushed to where they were at. once you were within arms range, you smiled big, ‘how are you guys? i missed you all so much!’ this initiated a long conversation about what they’ve done over the course of the school year. you learned that renjun got a scholarship into a prestigious art school, hyuck got a record deal, and chenle became a model. all in 9 months.

‘how about you, y/n? how’s life been for you?’ you thought about that loaded question for a while, them eventually needing to snap their fingers in your face. ‘life’s been great! i actually got a sports scholarship to the college i wanted to attend!’ they all cheered for you and you all shared a big hug.

‘okay campers! gather round for the first big announcement! your cabin teams!’ the overly cheerful taeyong says. he’s the head of the camp, along with the other counselors, johnny, taeil, doyoung, and many, many others.

you and chenle moved to the front to see better and donghyuck and renjun closely followed. all of you praying to be put into the same cabin together. from the corner of your eye, you could see jeno and his friends. jeno looking right at you.

‘this year’s theme for the cabins are, drumroll please,’ a series of stomps were heard across the floor, ‘song genres!’ you snorted and looked at chenle, ‘i wonder who came up with that one.’ chenle snickered but you could tell he wasn’t following.

‘the individuals assigned to the pop cabin are, chenle, mark, jisung, and renjun.’ you groaned, you weren’t going to be in the same cabin as two of them but you hoped you were still going to be in the same one as donghyuck.

they called off the names, the classical cabin, the rock cabin, you not getting called into either of those. until they called the last cabin name.

‘lastly, but certainly not the least, the individuals assigned to the fourth cabin, the love song cabin--’ you choked at the name, ’-- are jeno, donghyuck, y/n, and jaemin.’ you gawked at donghyuck, looking over to where chenle and renjun were at, they were on the floor. laughing at you.

for the first time in ten years, you were going to share a cabin with jeno. the very first time. that means that you guys would be on the same team. you were frustrated, you couldn’t compete against him, instead you had to compete with him. truly, a big nightmare coming true.

you didn’t understand, everyone knew you were rivals. why now? your thoughts were cut short when donghyuck dragged you over to where your new cabin was. you reluctantly let yourself be dragged and ranted the whole 10 steps there.

‘hyuck, i don’t get it. we’re enemies. camp rivals. we always compete against each other. we only did compete against each other was because we were in different cabins. but now? we have to work together hyuck, can you believe that. i’m so angry at this--’

‘y/n, sweetie, we’re at our cabin. and lover boy is coming close so you better zip your mouth shut.’ donghyuck says.

you froze, ‘wait what do you mean lov--’

‘hey donghyuck, y/n,’ jaemin says sweetly. you smiled over at him, the smile immediately disappearing when your eyes landed on jeno. you let out a noise of frustration and went into the cabin.

‘i’m sorry on their behalf, they’re just a little moody today,’ donghyuck says following you into the cabin. jaemin and jeno share a look and shrug.

‘y/n, you gotta play nice because this is your team for the rest of the summer. why don’t you just grow up a little and admit you have a fat crush on him.’ he wiggles his eyebrows at you. your mouth dropped open, ‘wh-- no. what did you mean when you said ‘lover boy’ hyuck?’ at this statement, donghyuck pales. before he could get a word out, jaemin and jeno finally enter the cabin.

it became dead silent at their entrance. you and donghyuck shared a looked and shuffled to the bunk beds to the right, jaemin and jeno taking the ones on the left. the silence was awkward, but was soon broken by the announcement, ‘campers! meet in the camp courtyard where we will begin our first activity of the summer!’

you took donghyuck’s hand and dragged him outside to meet renjun and chenle. ‘y/n, literally just lighten up. i’m sure it isn’t that bad.’

‘donghyuck, that kid in there, tripped me when i was seven. then proceeded to laugh in my face and apologize with no emotion but pure happiness. then he decides to test my athletic ability by challenging me with everything i do in this camp. for ten years!’ at the end of your little speech you were fuming. your face was red, your breathing was heavy, and you had let go of donghyuck’s hand in a haste.

‘maybe he just likes you,’ he shrugs. you scoff at him, ‘i doubt it, hyuck. let’s find the others.’

you and hyuck found chenle and renjun sitting on a bench near the podium. you sat next to renjun, not speaking a word and keeping a glare onto jeno.

‘what’s up with her?’ renjun whispers. donghyuck just shrugs and tilts his head in jeno’s direction. renjun let’s out a small hum and nods his head.

‘okay campers! the first activity would be the relay challenge! group up with your cabins please, and meet somewhere near with your cabin advisor.’ you began to feel pumped. you jumped out of your seat and skipped to where taeil, your cabin advisor, was. ‘hyuckie, are you coming?’ you shouted.

you turned your body back around and crashed into another human being. ‘i-i’m sorry,’ you stuttered. looking up, you saw one of jeno’s friends. what was his name again? martin? michael?

‘it’s okay. i’m mark,’ he smiled.

oh, it was mark. he was kind of cute.

you smiled back up at him, said your name and waved him bye since you really had to get going. once you made it over to taeil, you found jeno, jaemin, and hyuck already there. when did hyuck get there before you? you did a once over and saw that jeno was glaring at you.

you shook your head and stood next to donghyuck.

‘for the first challenge in the relay, it will be the baton running relay. your cabin advisor will be paring you up.’ your smile dropped from your face. you looked over at taeil, eyes pleading because everyone knew that you and jeno always competed against each other.

‘jaemin and hyuck, jeno and y/n. get settled in and meet at the field.’ then he smiled. he had the audacity to smile at you. you visibly pale, then your eye starts to twitch.

‘you ready, princess?’ jeno asks. you snort at the nickname, ‘as ready as i’ll ever be. also, didn’t i ask you to stop calling me princess?’ you shoved the colored jersey onto your body and lined up at the cone behind jeno.

this was easy, just run and pass the baton. you and jeno were pretty much the fastest runners here, and as much as you wouldn’t like to admit it, you were glad to be paired with him. looking to your left, you see donghyuck and jaemin.

donghyuck threw a thumbs up at you, mouthing something along the lines of, ‘have fun with lover boy!’ then he smiled.

pop!

the relay started, so you couldn’t get distracted. trying not to let donghyuck’s words mean anything, you focused on jeno. as he was rounding the cone on the other side of the field, you began to step into your stance. jeno was in first place, he was making his way back to you.

you extended your hand, ready to take the baton. jeno gives the baton to you, in the process your hands brush slightly, initiating a small blush on jeno’s cheeks. you pay no mind to it and simply start your part of the relay, pushing yourself to run a little faster than you normally would.

you round the cone, ready to start sprinting, you and jeno at first place. ahead of you, you could see donghyuck cheering you on, as well as jeno. as you make it towards the ribbon at the finish line, you start to smile.

then you take one look at jeno, and you trip. you trip right after crossing the ribbon though, so you technically still won. but you were humiliated. again.

it was an honest mistake, your heart says. but your brain says blame it on jeno! it’s the reasonable thing to do! so you did what they said. you pushed yourself off of the ground and stormed your way over to where he stood.

‘you! you made me trip! again! with your stupid face! and your stupid grin!’ with each sentence you pushed your finger up against his chest. ‘me? what did i do! i just looked at you--’ ‘well, why else were you looking at me--’ ‘because i like you! i like you so much! i’ve liked you for a while!’ you froze, the whole camp looking at the both of you, but you shot right back at him. ‘okay well maybe i like you, too!’

jeno’s eyes became wide, frozen on the spot. kiss him this time, your heart says. your brain saying push him to the floor!

so you do it. you look him in the eyes, and you kiss him.

you felt him jump from the shock but he kissed you back. it felt soft, the warmth from his lips traveling to yours. you felt tingles throughout your whole body, and picked your hand up to intertwine it with his. he wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer.

‘okay happy campers! i think that’s enough,’ taeyong says. although he sounded a bit serious, he had a huge grin on his face. the two of you broke apart, hands still laced by your sides, and all you did was stare into each other's eyes.

‘oh my gosh, finally!’ you two snapped out of your trance and blushed bright red.

‘hey princess,’ jeno cheekily says, ‘you really think my grin is stupid?’ you lightly shove him away, a shy smile on your lips. he pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. you two walked hand in hand to where they would begin the next relay.

jeno wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you listened in to the next game, you looked up at him and smiled big. it felt good to not be at each other’s throats.

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neofrack · 6 years

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The Getaway

Summary : Nick wilde is a veteran detective who has a new subordinate, a rabbit named judy hopps, He doesn’t like this because he preferred to work alone. Judy on the other hands, was already being demeaned from the day she got into the force. So, she prove it by making it into her position right now only to find that his superior is underestimating her too. One day, Nick’s gone off investigating a case all by himself, when he discovered a secret location to an important object. What he doesn’t know is There are mercenaries who is searching for that secret location and noticed that nick’s already knew. When nick reunites with judy, the mercenaries attack, cornering them to an abandoned warehouse without giving them a chance to get backup.

“you can’t hide forever Fox, come to us willingly and maybe we let the bunny go”

Yeah, like hell you do, judy thought.

“Sir, listen to me, we can fight them off !” whisper judy

Nick didn’t respon at first, he keep looking around, trying to figure out how can both of them can escape without any fight.

“Sir?” Judy voice brought him back to reality

I guess there’s no other way, Nick thought

“Stay here judy, I have a plan” he said while moving quiet and fastly through the maze of cabinets inside the warehouse.

“Sir, wait…” when judy tried to follow him, one of the mercenaries spot her, it was a bear with a knife in his hand.

“Found you” The bear said

Judy turned around almost immediately and start running, she tried to go left and right to confuse the bear, but unexpectedly the bear almost as fast as judy. How can he moves so fast with that body of his ? ,Judy thought. After 4 or 5 turn she met a dead end. Oh shit ! , she tried to go back but the bear already in her path.

“Dead end bunny, let’s make this simple shall we, don’t struggle, we just want the fox” said the bear as he coming loser.

Judy tried to fight back by jumping forward and kick him in the face, but the bear somehow sees that and catch the her leg, then he toss her back to the wall hard enough.

“Ack” she cries

She tries to stood up and face the bear, but when she see his face, she’s felling something that she’s feel when Gideon scrath her face. Fear. Unable to move she just lean back while the bear slowly moving in.

A shadow comes above the bear, it was nick carrying his baton while spinning in air and hit the bear in the head powerfull enough to knock him down.

“that’s one” he said calmly

Judy has never been happy to see her superior, she’s move forward and hug nick while crying. Nick didn’t expect this to happen.

“I thought you leave me” she said

“I’m sorry, judy, I’m….” nick is speechless by her action , he don’t know what to do in this situation.

“I usually work alone so, I just do what I do, I promise to never leave you again, but right now we still in danger so I need your help” he continued

“Yeah, right” she dried her tears

“while im gone im counted how many is chasing us and turns out to be 7, I already knock one down, so that’s leave us 6 to go” he said while taking his gun out.

“Here, take my gun, tried not to use it, I don’t like to kill, and seeing you just cry while hugging me make me come to conlusion you don’t like it either but it’s for your safety” he continued

Judy take the gun from his paw, even though she knew how to use the gun, it’s the first time he allowed to use it since she does’nt get one and her self defend weapon are only a fox repellent. 8 shots, she thought as she cheking it’s magazine.

“Thank you” she said

Nick fell silent for a moment the he answered

“your welcome, now, here’s the plan, we’re going to the exit, and if we encountered one of them, I will silently take them out, while you watching my back, understand ? “

She nod.

“Good, let’s move”

They move quiet and fast towards the exit. Judy do exactly as her superior ordered when encountering a mercenaries along the way, stay and watch. She’s never seen nick fighting, so now when she sees it, she’s amazed by nick agility and fighting skill. How many years he’s been fighting to be that good, judy wondered. While judy was wondering about nick ability, uknown to her, a pair of eyes has set sight on them.

Nick is getting tired. He already knocked out 3 more mercenaries while doing it silently and as fast as possible. This can’t keep going, we need to move fast, he thought.

”Cmon, judy lets go” he called to the left turn behind him

There’s no answer.

“Judy ?” he called one more time

Shit, is she caught ?, he wonder.

He run towards the left turn, but when he turn, a punch welcome him in the face, throwing him back, knocking a cabinets down which makes a lot of noise.

“Over here guys” A voice shouted

Nick tried to get up, but he’s still dizzy from the damaged he took, he tried to focus and see what’s in front of him.

It was a wolf, holding a gun pinpoint to judy’s head, while his other hand cover judy mouth.

“Don’t you dare move fox, or I’ll blow this bunny head off “ the wolf said

Nick is considering fight him off, but the other mercenaries have arrived, a lion on his right and a bear on his left, surrounding him. Judy tried to struggle and speak.

“Hmph”

The wolf then hit her in the head with his gun.

“If you keep struggling , I will shot you”

That action has made nick mad, his body all tense up ready to fight.

“Last chance” said the wolf releasing his gun safety.

“Drop your weapon fox” said the lion in nick’s right

He looked into judy violet eyes. She’s shaking her head. No sir, don’t do that, don’t worry about me, judy thought. Nick drop his baton, he can’t afford to lose someone else.

“Good” said the wolf

“Just let the rabbit go, I’m the one you want” nick said

“Maybe, I will consider it, but for now…. Boys, pack him up” ordered the wolf

The lion and the bear closing on and nick, and the last thing he remembered was a pain behind his neck before blacking out.

As nick began to wake up, he immediately feel that sharp, throbbing pain on the back of his neck. He tried to reach it with his arm, but his arm can’t move from it’s place, and then he remembered. He’s been caught with judy. Nick began to look around, he’s still in the abandoned warehouse, he’s sitting in a chair with his hand behind his back tied with a duct tape. His leg is strapped to the chair with a duct tape. It seems like he’s in the middle of the warehouse since the space around him is wide.

“Sir, are you okay ?”

He sees judy lying on the ground in front of him, with her foot and hands behind her back both tied. The mercenaries are not seen anywhere near.

“I gave you one job rabbit, to look out, and you screwed it, look at us now” nick replied

That statement, makes judy half mad half guilty, she’s still being underestimated, she’s considering to counter mock him, but instead she’s apologizing.

“Im sorry”

Before nick could reply, a voice emerged

“well, look who’s finnaly wake up”

Nick look to his right and sees a wolf, a lion and a bear approaching him.

“well what do you guys chatting up?” The wolf asked

“Let the rabbit go, she has nothing to do with this” Nick replied

“Well I already said I consider it, but the answer is no, she’s seen too many of this, the least we could do, is to kill her painlessly”

Judy eyes widened when she hears the wolf answer.

“But, I’m a half man of word, so here’s what im gonna do, I’m not gonna touch the rabbit…….yet, so instead I want you to tell me where is the thing that we’re looking for”

Nick keep his mouth shut.

“Well, if that’s your answer then we have no choice” he turn to face the bear and nod

The bear leave to nick’s left again.

“My subordinate had already wake up, and they pretty pissed that you knocked them out from behind one by one, so they’re gonna torture you, but don’t worry though they’re not gonna beat you all at once, one by one since you seems to like it that way”

Realizing what’s gonna happen, judy eyes widened again and talk

“No….”

The wolf turned to face her face

“Don’t worry darling, we start with him first, since he’s the one who do all the work before”

“Why are you doing this ?” judy asked

“well, I’m an mercenary, this is work, you police have your own work too right ?”

The bear came back with five more mammals.

“Well, it seems like my time is up, enjoy your time with them, but before that…..”

The wolf suddenly punch nick in the face so hard that nick fell down with his chair.

“I want to do the first punch, all yours ray ” the wolf finished his sentenced

“Nick!” judy cried

Ray fix nick chair with him to his original position, judy recognized him as the bear who throw her to the wall.

“You remember me fox ? I actually want to kill you, but the boss said I can’t before you tell us the location, so here I am, Now where’s the location ?”

Nick answered it with a spit to ray face.

“ha, you really knew how to answer”

Ray began to punch nick continuously. Judy cant stand watch him being a punch bag.

“Stop ! Please, Stop !”

“Tch, somebody shut that rabbit mouth”

“Please don’t do….Hmphhhhh” One of the mammals grab a duct tape and place it on judy’s mouth

After Several minute punching nick, ray doesn’t get any respon or answer from nick at all.

“Wow, you’re so tough” ray said with a pant

“If a fist doesn’t do it…..” ray pulled a knife from his belt

“How about a knife ?”

“Hmmmphhhh” Judy scream in horror behind her taped mouth as she sees ray slowly scratching his knife along nick skin.

How long…. nick mind wondering.

Nick doesn’t know anymore how much time have passed while he’s being tortured. He’s been puched and cut by several mammals who’s taking turn. He’s blacked out several times, only to be awakened by some cold water that have been poured on him. The pain that he received is so great that his body started to feel numb, but even after all of that nick didn’t tell a single word.

“He’s not gonna speak” said the lion

“you’re right, tell boss to come here” ray ordered

They stopped torturing him. Nick glad that they finnaly stop, but with them stopped, his body is starting to feel pain again returning him to reality. He sees judy in front of him, still watching him with teary eyes while being gagged. She eventually stops screaming behind her tapped mouth as she knew it was pointless.

“I’m losing my patience fox” the wolf coming towards him

“I need that location now !” he screamed at nick

Nick still keep his mouth shut.

“Fine, you pushed me beyond my limit” the wolf is approaching judy

He took a knife and put it on judy cheek.

“Since you seems to withstand all those tortures, why don’t we move to her ?” said the wolf

Nick eyes widened, the wolf noticed it.

“ah, so do you want to tell me the location ?” the wolf asked

Nick seem hesitated to keep his mouth shut.

“It’s all right, take your time, after all the bunny is still in great condition, maybe we start from here” said the wolf as he slowly cut judy cheek.

“Hmpphhhh” Judy cried behind her tapped mouth

“Stop, I’ll tell you” nick said in a small voice

“ah finally, so where is it ? “ the wolf asked

No nick, don’t tell him, they gonna kill us anyway, Judy thought

Nick is mumbling something that the wolf can’t hear.

“what ?” asked the wolf

Nick repeat the same thing, but the wolf still can’t hear it.

As the wolf getting closer to him, nick counted how many enemies in his vision, a lion on his right, 2 bears and a jaguar on his left, two tiger next to judy, and finally the wolf coming towards him. That’s all of them, he tought. What the mercenaries doesn’t know that they all so focused at making him talk when he was secretly cutting his binding. His hands are already free when they stopped torturing him. When the wolf is in nick’s range, nick’s repeat it one more time

“You shouldn’t have done that”

he punched the wolf stomach as hard as he could, that action has made the wolf drop the knife he’s holding, nick catches the knife throws it on the lion stomach, he grabs a gun in the wolf firearm belt while he jumped front, bringing the chair with him and smashing it to the tigers, then he shot the three mammals on his left before they even react what was happening, then he finish off the dizzy tigers in front of him by shooting them. He turns around to see the wolf in pain.

“You shouldn’t have done that to her” said nick in cold voice

“Wait….” The wolf couldn’t finish his sentence as nick shot him in the head.

Judy couldn’t process what just happen. It all happen in an instant. Nick reached to the dead tiger body and took a knife, and move closer to judy. He removed the tape on her mouth.

“Ahh, nick are you okay ?” She asked

He respond it by cutting the duct tape that binding her hands and legs. After doing that, he collapsed.

“Nick!” Judy cries

Nick’s body is at his limit, he loss too much blood from all the cut he have.

“Judy, Get out of here” He says

“No ! I won’t leave you”

“It doesn’t do anything even if you stay here you dumb bunny, go get help”

“Then what about you ?”

“I’ll be fine, I’m ……just…. tired” nick said as he losing consciousness.

“Nick ? Nick, don’t give up nick….Nic……ni..”

That sentence is the last thing he hear as the world around him turned black.

Well, appearently everytime i draw some scene, i overthinking it, add a story and just found out i’ve created a whole new AU.

Every. Flarking. Time.

Now i know the feeling of those artist/writer that created so many AU

Since i got my hands full on 2 AU’s i decided to make a one shot fanfic instead.

But, i don’t know though, maybe i will turn it to a full AU, who knows.

#Zootopia #zootopia fanart #zootopia comic #nick wilde #judy hopps #wildehopps #fanfiction #Possible Au?#fox #bunny #bear #art #fanart #myart #zootropolis

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ichorai · 3 years

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cellmates ; two ; j.wy

pairing ; jung wooyoung x reader

summary ; stuck in jail after stealing a necklace off the princess, what happens when your new cellmate with an impossible escape plan comes along?

words ; 4.9k

warnings / includes ; medieval fantasy au, blood and grime and death and everything in between rip, some curse words, future ot8 ateez cameos, future suggestive / mature content, cellmates to (future) lovers !!

a/n ; part two is here :D im so excited to hear what yall think of this part !!! and we got yunho roped in now dkjfd !!! oh and also message me if you want to be notified abt new chapters !!

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“Put this on,” Wooyoung peeled the coat of steel mail off of the unconscious guard, tossing it somewhere behind him for you to slip into, “and this underneath.” He hurriedly shedded the guard’s thin cotton padding, passing them to you. The clothes were far too big for you, but you supposed they would suffice for the time being.

“What about you?” You asked quietly while struggling into the undershirt that smelled faintly of old wine. With quivering fingers, you shoved your feet into the spacious leather boots, not bothering to lace up the ends.

Wooyoung grabbed a thick baton off of the guard’s belt, opting to leave the sword. It was far too conspicuous for either of you.

“I’ll have to find another guard.”

“Do we really have to?”

“It’s the only way we can get across the castle without being detected. There should be two standing in front of the dungeons.”

A queasy feeling took a hold of you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Are you okay?” Wooyoung glanced at you worriedly. You were shaking like a leaf, eyes wide and lips trembling. “We have to go now.”

“O-okay.”

A firm hand clasped onto your shoulder. It was the first time anyone had touched you in literal moons, and you almost found yourself flinching in surprise. “I need you to stay with me, Y/N. This won’t be easy, but we can do it.” Wooyoung’s eyes were determined, unafraid. But yours were just the opposite; you were very much afraid.

“Okay,” You parroted once more, slightly more relaxed.

His lips quirked into a half-assed grin, sliding his hand down your arm to fit nicely into your palm, threading your fingers with his. No more words needed to be said.

Time seemed to slow down when he started pulling you along, and the two of you swiftly ran down the dungeons, stopping at the foot of the stairs. “Once we get up, you have to stay hidden, okay? I’ll knock both of them out and put on one of their clothes and we can walk right out through the gates.”

The two of you held your breaths as you treaded lightly over the steps. You lingered by the top of the steps, pressing yourself against the stone wall as Wooyoung continued to venture forward.

It only took about thirty seconds, but it felt much longer than that. A sharp breath was sucked in between your teeth when you heard the hollow crack of the baton landing against a skull. Once, then twice. Then strangely, the sound of ringing steel followed, and muffled gurgling.

Gulping down your fear, you cautiously emerged from the darkness of the stairs, blinking at the sudden light from the several flames lining the walls. The unpleasant sight of thick velvet liquid pooling from one of the guard’s throats immediately had you shuffling backwards in disgust. A longsword laid askew beside the unmoving body, the silver blade stained with dark blood. A tremor ran up your spine.

“Did you have to kill him?” You asked in a small voice, turning to Wooyoung, who was staring at the body in shock.

“I… I didn’t mean to kill - ”

With pursed lips, you shook your head vehemently, “No, there’s no point dwelling on it now. We have to go.”

He nodded, a distant look etched into his eyes. As quickly as he could, he started stripping the unbloodied guard, refusing to make eye contact with you. After finally tugging the boots on, the pair of you stepped over the two bodies, quickly gaining speed once more.

“Which way out?” You could practically see the cogs turning in Wooyoung’s head as he squinted his eyes in concentration.

Silent, Wooyoung turned right, and you reluctantly followed him.

The sounds of echoing footsteps coming from further down the hallway had the hairs on the back of your neck stand up on end. Judging by the noise, you could only assume there were three, maybe four guards coming this way.

“In, now!” Wooyoung hissed, grabbing you by the back of the collar and hauling you through the first door he wrenched open. It turned out that he had shoved you into a musty storage cell that held nothing but cobwebs and faded, dusty banners and three sacks of crumbled coal.

The two of you pressed your ears against the wooden door, holding your breaths as the knights tramped their way past, guffawing at each other as if they were drunk.

“I’m going upstairs after lunch; Nick said he’s left a whore for me by the gate for my Nameday. Gonna have to go snag her up after we eat or else someone else is going to have their way with her,” One of the guards said. You shot Wooyoung a meaningful glance, and he nodded in return.

“Oi, Jon, you aren’t spending your Nameday with your lads anymore, are ya? Too good for us now, huh?” The voices trailed off into blurred nonsense as they got farther away.

You waited, and waited, and waited some more. Until finally, Wooyoung shouldered the splintered wooden door open again, sticking his head out to make sure the guards were gone.

“Upstairs,” You whispered. “We have to follow them.”

An idea popped into Wooyoung’s head, his eyes lighting up dangerously. His hand dove into one of the bags of coal, coming out with a palmful of blackened powder.

“What are you - !” Without warning, his thumb stuck out to wipe across the bottom half of your face. The unpleasant smell of smoke and ash filled your lungs and you swatted him away with a cough. “Wooyoung!”

“Just let me do this,” Wooyoung said in a somewhat soothing tone, smothering more coal onto your face. “It’ll make you look more like a man. You need to pass as one to get by the gate.”

Eyebrows furrowed while he coated your chin and jaw with your ‘beard’.

“Handsome as ever,” You weren’t sure how Wooyoung could be joking at a time like this. “Too bad I’m already a man, I would’ve loved to have you rub coal all over my face.”

Sending him a withering scowl, you marched your way ahead.

The rest of the journey upwards went surprisingly smoothly. A little too smooth, you thought suspiciously. Neither of you had come across any guards, and you soon came to realize that it was because it was luncheon hour; everybody was gathered in the mess hall. It sounded like they were celebrating. No doubt something stupid and pointless. It was as if they threw a party every time the King let out a belch. You and Wooyoung tried to pass by as inconspicuously as possible, tipping your heads towards the floor. You couldn’t help but sneak a glance to the large, spacious room occupying what couldn’t be less than two hundred people.

Plates and glasses of honey roasted venison and buttered herb potatoes and spiced cranberry juice and powdered apple pastries lined the tables neatly. You distractedly wondered if the King was somewhere amongst them, dining with the rich Lords and Ladies of his kingdom, laughing as wine sloppily dripped from his beard. In your head, you personified the King to be a disgusting excuse of a man, but you knew that was far from the truth.

Wooyoung jerked you out of your hunger induced state, gently tugging you along.

“Come on.” He whispered.

Clenching your shaking fingers, you forced yourself to walk along, praying that no one would turn and look. To them, hopefully you’d just look like a random guard who had a bad hangover.

“I see the gate.” He said breathily as you two rounded a corner.

It was the first time you were in direct sunlight since before they locked you up. You expected to be happy, grinning broadly and basking in the bright glow as it warmed your skin. But you raised a hand to shield your eyes and cursed as the light had you reeling backwards in surprise to blink the purple and green spots away. You’d forgotten just how bright the sun was.

“Oi! You two!” A loud voice called out from behind you.

Wooyoung went frozen next to you. Slowly, the two of you turned around. You ducked your head to make sure the guard couldn’t get a clear look at your face, heart drumming into your ears. The beard Wooyoung had hastily painted on you would fool no one if they looked for long enough.

“Where yer’ goin’? Have yer’ had luncheon yet?”

“I’ve got a whore waiting for me by the gate.” It was scary how well Wooyoung could lie.

A dopey smile spread across the guard’s thin lips, “Wicked. Both you and Jon, ey? Where’s my whore?” With that, he hobbled off, a golden goblet that you hadn’t seen before sloshing carmine wine over the sides.

“Too close,” Wooyoung cursed under his breath.

And just like that, the two of you sauntered up to the gate as casually as possible, Wooyoung even boldly sending an astute nod to the guards on duty. The two of you walked right out of the castle. Two fugitives messily dressed as knights, striding right out from under the King’s nose.

The more you thought about it, the more ludicrous it sounded.

“We made it,” You said, strangely calm.

“We did,” Wooyoung replied, voice equally leveled. “We need to get out of these clothes.”

Again, the two of you took off to a bolt once far out of sight of the gate-keepers. The wind slashing against your face, the warmth of the sun toasting your skin, and the strange looks you were getting from the few passersby had both you and Wooyoung cackling madly with adrenaline. The air smelled sweet; thick with the gentle warning of rain, heavy with the odor of fireplaces and chocolate from the homes lining the stone pathway.

There were various articles of breeches and blouses and undergarments clipped onto a clothesline from outside somebody’s window. You skidded to a stop, halting Wooyoung by grabbing his elbow and yanking him back into the narrow alleyway.

“They won’t mind if we take just a few, will they?” Deep down, you would’ve felt bad for even considering stealing, but what choice did you have?

The dark-haired man tutted at you in mock-disappointment, although the mischievous twinkle in his eyes told you he wasn’t at all serious. He started grabbing all sorts of clothes, tugging them down from the line. You followed suit, although a tad more reluctantly, pulling on woolen breeches and a simple white shirt.

“Where do we go next?” You asked, tossing aside your old garments and tugging on the new clothes, not really caring if Wooyoung was getting an eyeful at this point. Hopefully no one would pass by the alleyway, or it would be an awfully difficult situation to explain.

“I’ve got a friend,” Wooyoung muttered while buttoning up a loose cream-colored tunic. “His name’s Yunho. He’s a baker, lives on the outskirts of town… should only take us a couple hours to walk there.”

After making sure nobody was around, the two of you plodded out of the alleyway, looking (for the most part) like ordinary, middle-class civilians. You silently prayed that the people you had taken from wouldn’t suffer too much. Bad people don’t wonder if they’re bad people, you thought, trying to cheer yourself up.

Still a little apprehensive, you gently asked so as to not anger Wooyoung’s judgement, “Can we trust him?”

He merely glanced at you from the corners of his eyes before smiling broadly, “Of course we can. We grew up together.”

The journey to Yunho’s house was quite uneventful. Less and less people were seen the farther you walked from the center of the city, buildings gradually replaced with lush greenery and fields of grazing cattle. For the most part, you and Wooyoung remained in comfortable silence, an occasional remark passed between you. At one point, Wooyoung even started humming a broken, loose rhythm to a lullaby everyone knew as a child. You were so distracted by the breath-taking sunset splayed across the horizon that you barely noticed the small cottage hidden behind the obscurity of a rather large garden.

“We’re here.” Wooyoung said, something akin to raw emotion lacing his words.

What if this person doesn’t trust you? Would he kick you out to the street and leave you to fend for yourself? Or would he recognize you and turn you back in for a pouch of gold? Was it even a good idea to stay with Wooyoung? What would happen if you tried to run away by yourself? Your head swam dizzily with question after question, each one making you feel more and more antsy. It was as if Wooyoung could sense your unease as he slipped his hand into yours and squeezed your palm tightly, nodding reassuringly.

After three quick raps to the wooden door, an immediate blundering could be heard from inside. A muffled ‘Ah, fuck, my toe!’ was emitted from behind the thin barricade, and Wooyoung stifled his laugh with a cough. You, however, were in no mood to fool around, heartbeat pounding in your ears as you gnawed on your lip anxiously.

When the door opened, you were surprised to be met with a giant of a man, his face screwed up in pain as he pawed at his foot. Despite this, he was evidently quite handsome, hair the same shade as cherry blossoms in the spring, a flustered blush glazing his pronounced cheekbones. It was fascinating to watch as his expressions morphed from pain to shock to confusion to pure, undulated joy. And when tears started misting his round eyes, Wooyoung dropped your hand to limply wave at him.

“Hey buddy,” The lame words barely left him as Yunho lunged forwards, pulling him into a crushing embrace. The tall man sobbed loudly into Wooyoung’s shoulder.

“I thought they’d kill you!” Yunho wailed. “Everyone thinks you’re dead!”

“Thankfully not,” Wooyoung patted Yunho’s back warmly. “Did you guys hold a funeral for me?”

Yunho pulled away to send him a withering glare, “Don’t you joke about that. Let’s get you inside, you have to tell me everything that’s happened.”

And all of a sudden, his eyes were on you. You felt your blood run cold as he looked you over suspiciously.

“Who is this? And why have they got their face all covered with grime?”

Oh. You’d forgotten about that. Slightly subconscious, you tried to rub off the black powder from your face with your shirt sleeve, but to no avail as all it did was smudge the black stain up to your nose.

“I’m Y/N. I… I am - er, was, Wooyoung’s cellmate. Well, actually, we weren’t really cellmates. He was in the cell across from mine. We escaped together. He did most of the work, really, but he managed to get me out as well.” You were rambling at this point, words tumbling out of your mouth embarrassingly quickly.

Yunho stared at you with his mouth agape, “Y/N? Like the Y/N L/N that stole the princess’ necklace?”

Ah, maybe it would be wiser to start using a different name from now on.

Before you could reply, Wooyoung interrupted impatiently, “This is really nice and all, but Y/N and I can’t really afford to stand outside looking pretty. Can we talk more inside?”

“Oh. Yeah, of course. Come in.”

Yunho’s house was pleasantly quaint, a small living room branching off to the left and a slightly larger kitchen sat at your right. A winding staircase in the corner curled upwards to what you assumed to be the bedrooms. The walls were a sandy hue, air smelling of maple wood.

“You two must be starving.” Yunho said while grabbing a few napkins to swipe away the few lingering tears. “I’ll start making dinner. Why don’t you go wash up? There’s fresh clothes in the drawer upstairs.” He gestured to the staircase, shooting Wooyoung a meaningful look that could only mean that he wanted to talk to the man alone.

Your heart already felt much lighter, “Thank you, Yunho. Truly.”

The pink-haired man nodded your way kindly, before rounding on Wooyoung with a stern demeanor in a complete one-eighty, “I swear to the Gods, you better have a good fucking explanation for where you were these past few months.”

You had to stifle a laugh at Wooyoung's trepid expression as you climbed up the staircase towards the bathroom. A shower sounded like absolute heaven right about now… how long has it been since you’ve last washed yourself? The closest thing to a shower you’ve had in the past month was when the guard with silver eyes tossed a bucket of frigid water onto you while you were asleep, snorting evilly when you woke up spluttering for breath.

The bathroom was the first door to the left. It was startlingly clean, save for the pair of Yunho’s socks hanging behind the door. Sea shells lined where the dusky walls met the floors, a circular window introducing light into the room. Bars of milk soaps and fruit soaps and honey soaps were stacked in the shower’s holder. Before you got in, you paused by the sink and grabbed a tube of mint paste, squeezing some into your mouth to swirl about. Being clean was the best feeling in the world, you thought delightfully with the prickingly fresh sensation in your mouth. Clothes were hastily shed, and you clambered into the shower, shivering at the cold shock that ran along your spine.

It took a while, the shower head sputtering droplets of water that were either scorching or freezing. You fiddled with the silver taps a bit more, arching your back away from the steaming water that left red imprints on your skin.

After the temperature cooled down slightly, you stepped into its direct stream. And when the water hit your face, you just about dissolved into tears of relief. The relief then faded away into a deluge of overwhelmed turmoil. Your sobs were broken and cracked as you fell into a crumpled heap at the floor of the shower, allowing the warm water to rinse you down. Cries ricocheted dauntingly in the small bathroom, and you subconsciously wondered if Wooyoung and Yunho could hear you from downstairs.

Even though you hadn’t finished crying, you pushed yourself back onto your feet and grabbed a bar of honey soap and scrubbed. You scrubbed like your life depended on it; in every crevice, nook and cranny, and three times more, not stopping until your skin was raw and abuzz. You made sure to clean your face off as well, hopefully getting the last of the charcoal beard out. Fat droplets of water dribbled down your scalp, and you grabbed a bottle labeled ‘hair soap’ and squirted out a generous amount of cream to lave into your hair.

You hadn’t realized just how long you spent under the stream of water until the door pounded with Wooyoung’s tirade of knocks. Over the loud shower, you could just about make out Wooyoung’s voice screaming, “Y/N! Some other people need to shower too, you know! If you don’t get out in five minutes, I’m coming in whether you like it or not!”

Scowling, you hurriedly hosed away the remaining bubbles and turned off the shower with great disappointment. You tied a towel of white linen around yourself, stumbling towards the door.

Wooyoung was on the other side, hands on his hips as he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“You clean up nice.” He said. You couldn’t really tell if he was being sarcastic or not.

“And you’re still filthy.” You quickly shot back, largely side-stepping around him.

“Because you took too long in the shower. I was starting to think you were waiting for me to join.” You wrinkled your nose in distaste at his words. Much to your relief, Wooyoung broke out into a genuine smile and pointed to the door across from the bathroom. “Spare clothes are in there.”

He disappeared into the bathroom as you brushed past him.

This must be Yunho’s bedroom, you thought as you inspected the unmade bed and several articles of clothing haphazardly strewn around the room. A large drawer sat to your right, and you tugged open the top compartment. Grabbing the first tunic you saw, you slipped it over your head, blowing away a strand of damp hair from your eyes and unwrapping the linen towel from your still-damp form. The shirt was far too large for you, smelling strongly of cinnamon and something earthy.

After pulling on an arbitrary pair of dark slacks that you had to continuously roll into cuffs, you ambled out of the room. Awkwardly, you stood between the stairs and the bathroom. Were you to wait for Wooyoung to finish or were you supposed to go down and thank the host? Manners weren’t something you necessarily had time to practice down in the dungeons.

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you made your way down the stairs.

“Oh, you’re done. Dinner’s almost ready.” The pink-haired man was busy tending to something in a fry pan over a blue flame, cocking his head to the side to wave at you before returning back to his cooking.

“Thank you. For the shower, the food… and for not handing my ass back in.” You said, voice quite shaky, much to your own dismay.

Yunho turned off the blue flame, pouring steaming fried egg rice with carrots and potatoes from the pan into a large plate. Your stomach gave an achy growl at the sight. A loud chortle escaped him as he said, “No need to thank me. It’s the least I can do.” He eyed you for a moment before waving his spatula in the air. “You know, you’re something of a hero around these parts. Common folk think of you as a character in a legend someone made up.”

“I… I don’t follow.”

“What you did to the princess, of course. No one in recorded history has ever stood up to blood-royalty before, much less a commoner. It tarnishes their reputation, you see. The nation of Cerulea wants to be known as the civilized folk who’d never do something as brutal as to kill someone. No, they’d only just leave you to rot in a jail cell. Of course, I wasn’t exactly sure what they had done with Wooyoung, so everyone who knew him just assumed the worst. But from what I can tell, they kept you and Wooyoung locked up down below where no one can ever see, hoping that both of your names would some day fade away into some twisted children’s folktale. And that’s exactly what’s happened. All you are is a rumor now.” Yunho pulled a chair back from the table, gesturing for you to take a seat.

You were deathly silent, trying to process all the information he had just relayed on. You? A hero? As far as you could recall, you were just hungry, was all.

“Wooyoung disappeared just two moons after he started working in the castle -”

“Wooyoung worked in the castle?!” You interjected, tearing your eyes away from the plump rolls of bread in a basket set in the center of the table.

“Figures he never told you,” A lopsided grin etched itself across Yunho’s lips. “He wasn’t proud of it. Was a squire for some lord that had taken a fancy to him; only did it because he had some foolish hope to become a knight. And one day, there was a nasty story going around about a squabble between the crown prince and a servant girl and a squire. I just knew it had to be Wooyoung. Slowly, the rumors died down and it was almost as if it never happened. Like a candle flame blown out in a hurricane. I tried to contact Wooyoung, but I never got any letters back. I suppose I know why now.”

Yunho grabbed a roll of floured bread and tossed it over to you. You caught it with a grateful nod, immediately biting off a generous chunkful.

“Wooyoung mentioned that you grew up together,” You said around a mouthful of sweetbread.

Yunho pulled out a flagon of honey-sweetened apple cider, tipping the frothy golden liquid into a smaller cup for you. He slid into the chair across from you and smiled at the memory your words brought forth.

“We were only children back then. Wooyoung’s my best friend, and it broke me when I never got any letters back. At first, I thought I had done something wrong. Then I thought he was dead. And then… well, the two of you showed up at my door.”

“I’m sorry,” You said, cradling the cup in your hands.

Yunho waved away your apology, “Don’t be. You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

“We can’t stay here for long,” Wooyoung’s sudden voice had the both of you whipping your heads to the staircase. Dark hair still dripping with droplets of the shower, he shuffled forwards and plopped onto the seat next to you.

Floundering for words, Yunho stared at Wooyoung with a stricken expression laying heavily over his usually softer features.

“What? You’re leaving me already?”

“You know damn well that we can’t stay,” Wooyoung grabbed a roll of bread, gratefully groaning as he practically stuffed the whole bun into his mouth in one bite. It was deathly tense for a few seconds afterward, the only sounds being Wooyoung’s incessant chewing and your slurping of the cider. “We’d be putting you in danger if we stayed here too long. The lord I squired for read all of the letters I received because he was a nosy prick and thought you were some sort of lover of mine. He knows who you are and once he hears that I’ve escaped - which won’t be long from now - he won’t hesitate to inform the royal guards.”

Yunho almost looked like he was about to burst into tears.

“But… but you can’t leave me! Not again! I can keep both of you here, keep you safe. I can lie to the guards once they come for a search! We can hide you in the cellar down below. Please, please, Wooyoung, you can’t leave.” His words picked up speed and he turned to you out of desperation. “Come on, Y/N, where will you go? You’d be safer here.”

It was tempting. The thought of having three warm meals a day, a cleansing shower, and being able to sleep in an actual bed all had you hesitating. But you knew Wooyoung was right.

“Yunho,” You said sympathetically. At your tone, the pink-haired man deflated, shoulders drooping. “Yes, it just might be safer for us to stay. We both wish we could. But we’d put you in danger and that’s a risk neither of us are willing to take.”

“If they caught us, who knows what they’ll do. The kingdom of Cerulea might want to seem like pompous bastards who turn their noses away from death, but who’s to say it’s not all just an act? They can snuff out gossip like the flip of a switch. We might’ve gotten away with it the first time, but the second time… I’m not sure they’d spare us as much mercy. Besides, everyone already thinks I’m dead. And Y/N is nothing more than a fictional character now. They’d have nothing to lose for killing us.” Wooyoung ranted almost nonchalantly, scooping heaping ladles of fried rice into a wooden bowl, tendrils of steam wafting into the air.

“Then I can come with you,” Yunho said, gripping the table cloth so hard that his knuckles turned white.

“No,” Wooyoung said.

At this point, Yunho started to look genuinely angry. “No? You can’t fucking tell me what I can and can’t do.”

“You have family. People who care about you,” Wooyoung gently reminded the taller man, pausing mid-bite. The tension was so incredibly thick that you’d forgotten to continue eating. Yunho released the table cloth and crossed his arms over his chest. “Yunho, we’ll see each other again. I don’t know when, or where, or how, but this isn’t the end.”

“What if it is?”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach at his whispered words. Somewhere outside, a bird hooted. It seemed as if Wooyoung was at a loss for words at that. Instead of replying, he just spooned more rice into his mouth. You decided to follow suit, your stomach letting off a pained growl.

“When are you leaving?” Yunho asked in monotone, sipping quietly on his own mug of apple cider.

“Tomorrow morning.”

The man across from you swallowed heavily. He visibly bit back the urge to ask if the pair of you could stay longer. Knowing how stubborn Wooyoung was, there really wasn’t any point as to argue with him any further.

“Where will you go?”

Wooyoung raised a finger while he was chugging down his second glass of the sweet golden nectar, Adam's apple bobbing frantically. You rolled your eyes off to the side.

“We’ll get a boat. A small one that wouldn’t catch any attention.” You stated, locking eyes with Yunho’s semi-curious, semi-concerned hazel ones. “And then we’re sailing for Virelis.”

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