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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years

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Arthropod Day

Did I say I was going on a posting break? Yes. Am I using my poor bebe Asher and writing him more than any other of my oc’s? Yes. So, in conclusion, I couldn't resist Nemi’s ( @brutal-nemesis ) Arthropod Day and decided to write this EHE.

(also i would like my medal for barnacle whump tyvm (-even….. Even though it's not the focus….but uhh.. shhhhh)

CW death mention / worms.. Idk if that's a warning but you're getting one anyway XD / alcohol / drowning / past death mention / emeto mentioned / cursing

Asher sat up with a fright as he was awoken once more by a nightmare. He rubbed his eyes as he yawned and stood up. As he washed his face in the bathroom, he heard the bedroom door being opened. The minute Asher saw Rodger, he started to chortle, “HAH!!! Oh my- oh my god!!! You look like an- HAHAH you look like an idiot oh my god!”

Rodger scowled, “What are you talking about?! This is my fishing outfit!”

“FISHING?!?” Asher howled from laughter, “Oh Rodger…. Rodger, honey, you look….” Asher burst out laughing. “Hey! That's enough from you!” As Rodger pointed his finger, his yellow, rubber dungarees squeaked, making Asher snort as he laughed more.

Rodger was quick to slap Asher across the face, “Shut up!!! Now get dressed, you're coming fishing with me.” Asher rolled his eyes, “Oh fuck no, not happening, nuh uh.” “Asher if you don't get dressed right now, I swear to god I will drown you in the fucking lake when we get there.” Asher knew that he would actually do it. “I'm not going fishing with you.”

“Pass me another worm, will ya?” Asher grumbled and silently passed a worm over to Rodger, “This is dumb.” “Well so are you, now shut up before you scare away the fishies!” Asher rolled his eyes and sighed, sitting back in the small wooden boat. They were in some sort of lake, a big one. There were stones and rocks at the bottom, some closer to the horizon than others.

Asher watched as Rodger sipped at a beer, “Isn't it a bit too early for that?” Rodger looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “No, not today.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “What do you mean?”

“You know, for a person who asks a shit ton of questions, you never ask the right ones.” Asher was now doubly confused, “Wh-what?”

Rodger scoffed and chugged the rest of his beer, shaking his head, “Never mind.”

“No, no, if you feel so strongly about it, do tell.” Rodger crushed his beer can in his fist and growled, “Just drop it.”

Asher grumbled but didn't push Rodger. Not yet.

Rodger felt a tug on the fishing rod and he started reeling it in. Asher watched -secretly intrigued- as a fish suddenly splashed out of the water. It danced around, desperate to be put back in the water. Asher watched as Rodger smiled at how desperate to fish was. “Sicko,” Asher grumbled. “What did you say?” Asher gulped, “N-nothing.”

“No, no, if you thought you were so funny, please, be my guest!” “Rodger, it's fine, just leave it.”

“No! You wanted to say something, say it louder!”

Asher was scared, his heart was pounding and a sudden ringing in his ears appeared, “Rodger, please, just drop it!” The fish was soon forgotten as Rodger lunged forward and dunked Asher’s head into the water. Asher was caught in surprise as he was only allowed a quick gasp before his head was plunged in the water.

Asher heaved in breaths as his head was lifted out of the water “R-Rodger please! What the fuck is wrong with y-” His head was shoved straight back into the water. He made the mistake of inhaling as he was underwater. Big mistake.

His arm quickly rushed behind him to slap Rodger, desperate for any air. He coughed under water, making his lungs weaker. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die. And what a fucking way to go. A fishing trip. Wow-ee…

Rodger finally lifted him up and threw him across the boat. Asher coughed up water and groaned. He had whacked his head off of the wooden boat. He still heaved in breaths, coughing and spluttering -those didn’t really help with getting his breath back.

When he looked up, he saw Rodger sitting back down and fucking fishing again, as if that whole scene hadn’t just happened. Asher lay there for a moment, feeling weak. He took in several more gulps of air, trying to relax himself. He then clutched his stomach and slowly stood up, using the boat as a support. His weight affected nothing of the boat, he tried to ignore that.

He silently sat beside Rodger, watching the fishing rod’s line bob up and down in the water. He reached into the cooler and handed a beer to Rodger. He chuckled and took it, “Thanks.” He looked at it for a few minutes before sighing, “My uh, my dad passed away. Today…-” He sighed, “Today’s his anniversary.” Asher sucked his teeth, keeping his eyes glued to the water, “I’m uhm, I’m sorry to hear that I-”

“Oh shut up. I don't want your fucking sympathy!” Asher instantly shut his mouth, “Sorry.” There was silence. The boat softly rocked in the water, the sound of the water hitting against it. Birds flew up in the blue sky. There were tall dark trees that loomed over the water. Causing a cold breeze to appear. Asher shivered.

“You know, we weren't even that close. He barely spoke to me even. But somehow I miss that fucker. He’d go for ages not talking to me and then he’d bring me out fishing. I never understood him.” Asher didn't know what to say. Last time he opened his mouth, Rodger shouted at him. He decided to stay quiet.

Rodger looked at Asher, “What? You finished talking suddenly? Finally decided to shut up for fucking once?” Asher gulped, not knowing what to do. “Nothing?”

“I-I don't know what you want me to say!” Asher whined. “For fuck sake, you truly are useless! You know, I'm sick of you! I really am. You know what?” He quickly grabbed Asher by two fistfulls of his shirt and threw him into the lake, “You can make your own fucking way home.”

So the rocks that were mentioned earlier… yeah, turns out they were closer to the surface than they looked. And guess what else had decided to cling onto them, fucking barnicles. His head whacked against one of the rocks, the barnacles cutting his head along with the injury. He tried his best to kick himself up to the shore but he couldn’t see anything. The water was a mucky brown.

As he kicked more helplessly, dirt filled his vision. That’s when he felt something on his leg. Something sharp. He let out a cry underwater and used his arms to help him up.

Once his head went above water he gasped, “R-RODGER!” The world was spinning, his leg was on fire. “R-rodger -FUCK!” His head went underwater as his arms couldn't keep him up. Rodger cursed under his breath,he grabbed Asher by the shirt once more and hauled him into the boat.

Blood trickled down his leg which caught Rodger’s attention, “Let me see your leg.” “Well there’s not much to fucking see with all the blood,” Asher snapped through clenched teeth. Rodger rolled his eyes and grabbed Asher’s leg, lying it on his lap. He then looked to his side and saw his beer can.

He quickly poured it over Asher's leg, keeping a tight grip on it, knowing full well how much Asher would fight him. “OWWWW!! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Oh, would you calm down! It's just as good as rubbing alcohol, now let me have a look.” He used an old rag to wipe clean Asher’s leg and chuckled, “Blue crab.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?” Rodger sighed as if it was obvious, “You got pinched by a blue crab.” Asher took a few breaths before yanking his leg back and sitting up quickly -instantly regretting it as the world spun for a few moments. “B-but why does it hurt so much? How did it even pinch me? I-”

“You must have angered it when you were kicking your legs like an idiot.” Then Rodger saw the blood on Asher’s shoulders and sighed, “You know what? I cant put up with you. Especially today out of all the days. I'm dropping you to Alicia’s” “But-!”

“Ap-bap-bap-bap. I don't wanna hear it.”

Asher slumped and folded his arms as Rodger turned the boat’s engine back on and the boat smoothly travelled across the lake. Rodger saw Asher shivering and silently handed him the oversized hoodie Asher liked. “There’s uhm, there should be a bandage roll in the bag if you wanna put it on your head until Jack can patch you up.”

Once Asher put on the hoodie, he quietly opened the bag and took out the bandage. He wrapped it around his head, making sure it was tight enough to help.

He sat back once more and closed his eyes. “Hey, I need you to keep your eyes open, alright? Just in case you have a concussion.” Asher groaned but nodded. He lay on his stomach and looked at the water which shot out from the motor of the boat.

That night, Asher and Jack were cuddling on Jack’s bed. Jack softly combed his hand through Asher’s hair as he slowly nodded off to sleep. Alicia came in, making Jack’s heart jump. “Please, let him sleep.” He was shocked when Alicia nodded, “Just wanted to check up on you guys.” Another shock. What was going on with her?

“Uhm, we’re good.” Alicia smiled, “Good. Here are some painkillers if he wakes up in pain. And Jack?” Jack looked up. “Love you.” Jack gulped, “L-love you t-too.”

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whump-tr0pes · 4 years

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HB4-42/Whumptober day 29

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, and Vera.

AO3

Masterlist

Content warning: blood, bad guys controlling the economy, past torture, dehumanization

I could use another OC, right? *starts sobbing*

Gray picked up the cell phone on the seat next to them and flipped it open. The car jolted as they rolled through a pothole, bigger than it had been before spring arrived. Gray flipped open the phone and went to the last message they’d received.

Come to Crayton asap. Have news about a refugee. Keep this private. Call when you enter the town.

They selected the number and hit the button to dial it. They held the phone to their ear as it rang. The clear blue sky stretched above them as they drove through the farmland that bordered the town on all sides, the plots spread out enough so as not to crowd each other, but close enough that they were in sight of each other.

The people up here kept each other safe. They watched each other. They took care of each other.

The phone rang once. For the dozenth time since Gray had left the house this morning, they wondered, dimly, if this was a trap, of all things. Called to a stranger’s house in the middle of the north, the remnants of the Stormbeck territory burning several hundred miles to the south, to be caught in some sort of plot.

The phone rang a second time. Gray chuckled. Plots and conspiracies and secrets were all a little above their interest anymore. Caring for their family was its own full-time job.

Someone picked up in the middle of Gray’s chuckle. They cut themself off and cleared their throat. “Hello?” they said, trying to keep their voice even.

“Mx. Gray Uriah?” a nervous-sounding man’s voice said on the other end.

Gray swallowed. “This is they.”

“Oh.” A sigh of relief. “Good. Are you by yourself?”

Gray’s hand tightened on the wheel. “I am. What’s going on?”

“I, um…” A slow, shaking breath. “We should really talk about this in person. I need you to come straight to my house. 913 East Holter Lane. It’s off Cherry and ninth. There will be a garage open. Drive into it. I’ll lower the garage door, and we can talk.”

Gray laughed delicately. “No, thank you.”

There was a pause, then a crinkling, like the man was shifting the phone in his hands. “Wh-what?”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence, but I am not about to drive into a stranger’s garage with no explanation. Especially for something so clandestine that I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone I was coming. Now.” Gray pulled onto Main, and shops rose on either side of them. “We don’t have to share details. But I do need to know what it is I’m getting myself into before you close that door. This is about a refugee?”

The man paused, and Gray could hear him breathing on the other line. “Yes,” he said, the relief faded, with fear replacing it.

“Alright. Did something happen? Is someone hurt?” In with a slow breath, out with a slow breath.

“N-no, I… It’s just… please, Mx. Uriah. You and your family are known for, um… d-doing the right thing. And… we need help with this.”

Gray look a left on ninth. It took them away from the row of shops, and into a neighborhood. Most of the houses were run down, but maintained. Ivy grew on the walls behind gated fences. Each house had a yard, overgrown with bushes, overhung by tall, gnarled trees. It was a street where families lived.

They wet their lips. “Hm. My family is also known for putting themselves in harm’s way for the ‘right thing.’ Is this something that comes with risk?”

“I…” A sigh. “I don’t know.”

Gray’s stomach clenched. “Ah. Thank you for your honesty. I’ll be there in five.”

“Oh, thank you. Th-thank you. Good. Okay. Five minutes.” The man’s voice faded. “Five minutes. Yeah. Get your stuff.” The man’s voice became normal volume again. “Thank you. Truly. 913 East Holter. We’re the light brown house. The garage door will be open.”

“Understood. Be there soon.” Gray snapped the phone shut and dropped it onto the seat.

They blew out a slow breath. They wished they’d called before they reached the city, wished they’d demanded to know what was going on before even getting in the car to make the trip. Of course there would be risk to their family. Gray tried to think of what exactly would be so important that the town’s mayor could not be informed. It was obvious that it was Daniel Schiester being kept in the dark about this. Dread prickled on the back of Gray’s neck as they wondered what, exactly, the price would be if this plan, whatever it was, was discovered.

They took a left on Cherry, and saw a street sign for Holter Lane immediately on the right, branching off into a cul-de-sac. Tall trees with wide, newly-leaved canopies cast shadows in the yards. None of the houses were visible from the street. One house, painted light brown brick, had its garage door open. As Gray drove into the driveway, they checked the address. 913.

As they pulled into the garage, they peered around, pushing down their rising nervousness. The walls inside the garage were bare. They turned the key in the ignition and shut off the car.

The door to the house opened, and a man peered out. He hit a button on the wall. The garage door began to close. Gray got out of their car, briefly wishing they’d brought Isaac or Vera with them.

Isaac is in Burmingham helping Gavin, and Vera—

It’s not their responsibility to protect me. They’ve given enough. No matter what, this was my choice.

Gray held out their hands to their sides. The man’s eyes darted between them, then back to their face. He stepped out fully into the garage in his bare feet. He shivered and wrapped one arm around himself. The other he thrust out to shake Gray’s hand.

“Mx. Uriah,” he said, his voice breathy with relief. “Thank you so much for coming.”

Gray tilted their head at the man. He seemed familiar, but Gray couldn’t place him. “You’re welcome,” they said, gently, as they clasped his hand. “Now, I hope, you can be more forthcoming?”

The garage door settled to a stop behind Gray. The garage was lit dimly by the single lightbulb above them. The man nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, nodding quickly. “I’m, um, Mathias, by the way.”

“Good to meet you. Have we, ah… have we met?”

Mathias met their eyes and nodded again. “Y-yeah. You have. The first day you came into Crayton. I was on one of the teams that guided you in.”

Gray sucked in a breath. “That’s right,” they murmured. Mathias had been one of six people to stand by the team, heavily armed, while Daniel Schiester introduced himself and discovered Gavin among them.

Mathias had also been one of the only guards who didn’t take the opportunity to beat Gavin while he had the chance. Gray’s shoulders relaxed slightly.

“So there’s, um… a lot to explain.” Mathias glanced at the floor. “I’ve been, um…” He shrugged and rubbed his arm. “I… shit. You know Mr. Schiester helps process the refugees that come through Crayton.”

“Yes,” Gray said, nodding. “I’ve helped him several times. It’s very energy-intensive work.”

“Yeah, it is,” Mathias said distractedly. “Um. Well, I… I had one come through early this morning. Young kid. And I… well, maybe you should just meet him.” The man turned and called into the house. “Hey, Zach! Uh— Zachariah. Come on. They’re here.”

Gray watched as a young man stepped into the doorway. His head was bent, his warm brown skin streaked with mud and something Gray strongly suspected was blood. He clutched a filthy backpack over his shoulder like his life was contained inside. He kept his eyes down at the floor, trembling, as he shuffled out into the garage. His lip was split. The knuckles on his right hand were bloody.

A breath rushed out of Gray’s mouth. “Oh,” they whispered.

Zachariah lifted his gaze to Gray. He met their eyes for a moment before he shifted them back down again. “M-Mx. Uriah,” he said softly.

“Zachariah,” Gray answered. They held out their hand. “It’s good to meet you.”

Zachariah took Gray’s hand and shook it once. “Th-thank you.” He pulled back his hand and buried it in his pocket.

Gray looked sideways at Mathias. He chewed his lip. “I, um… found him during processing. You know that screening form we use.”

“I do,” Gray said gently.

“Well…” Mathias rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s, um… the kind of thing we screen for.”

Gray’s head snapped to look at Zachariah. “Why is that?” they said, tension tightening in their voice.

Mathias nodded at Zachariah. “Show ‘em,” he mumbled.

Zachariah threw a terrified glance at Gray. He reached for the sleeve of his t-shirt – the kid was out here in only a t-shirt – and rolled it up.

The Stormbeck crest was tattooed across the top of his arm.

Gray fell back a step, their eyes riveted on the stylized raven’s head, the vines surrounding it. Their gaze snapped to Mathias. “So he’s—”

“Just a kid,” Mathias said, meeting Gray’s eyes and taking a protective step in front of Zachariah. “And you need to listen to him.”

Gray wet their lips and nodded slowly. We’ve got our own ex-syndicate boy. “Alright,” they said, and their voice sounded more steady to them than they felt.

Mathias nudged Zachariah with his elbow. Zachariah shuffled his feet and stared at the floor. “Um…” He shivered, and goosebumps raised on his arms. “I… I was a, um, a-a guard. In Colleen Stormbeck’s house.”

A chill twisted in Gray’s stomach, but they stayed silent.

“I didn’t… I didn’t want to… to be there. But they said it would just be security. They said they’d pay me well, and they’d completely taken over the jobs in Fort Meyers… There was no way to get a job in Fort Meyers without them assigning you one. I needed… Mx. Uriah, please, I h-had to…”

“Were you there with my family?” Gray said through their teeth. “Did you ever hurt any of them?” Their right hand curled into a fist. Their knuckles cracked.

“No,” Zachariah whimpered. “I… I was on the unit that guarded them when they first came in. But I never… n-never hurt them. I transferred as soon as I could. I worked the other side of the house, at the front door. “I…” He whimpered again, tears shining in his eyes in the dim light in the garage. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. They said it was security…”

“How long were you there?” Gray said flatly.

“A m-month. I was hired a, a week or two before they showed up. And I left, um— the d-day she was killed.”

Gray’s eyes went wide. “And it took you… twenty-four days to make it north?” Their heart squeezed painfully in their chest.

“Ah… y-yes, Mx.,” Zachariah said. “It was… a h-hard road. I walked, um, a lot of the way.”

Gray pursed their lips and gestured at his arm. “Why did you get that tattoo? When?”

“Um…” Zachariah swallowed and looked down at the sleeve of his shirt. “They, um, s-strongly recommend we, uh, get them. I got it the day after I was hired. They say it, um, distinguishes us.”

“Like a brand,” Gray breathed.

Zachariah froze, his eyes wide. “What?”

“That’s like a brand. They’re convincing their battle fodder to put that mark on themselves.” Zachariah flinched at battle fodder. Gray’s face softened. “Apologies. I… um…” They blinked and folded their hands. “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through.”

Zachariah sagged with relief. He looked at Mathias, and Mathias nodded at him. Then he turned to look at Gray again.

“What do you need from me?” Gray said, looking at Mathias. “What do you… what does this all mean?”

Mathias chewed his lip. “I’ve been on Mr. Schiester’s payroll for… a long time.” He gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Long enough to know that, uh… when we come across people like, like him…” He nodded at Zachariah. “…kids who got caught up in the wrong jobs, people with syndicate associations who are just looking for freedom, those sorts… they get, um… rough treatment, through the placement process. And I just…” He glanced at Zachariah. “With his, ah, associations, and that…” He glanced at Zachariah’s arm. “…I knew he’d have it rougher than most. And, I mean… Look at him. He’s been through enough.”

Gray blew out a breath through their nose. Their eyes moved over Zachariah, taking in once again the blood crusted on him, his tattered clothes, the way he trembled under Gray’s gaze. They set their jaw.

“What do you need me to do?”

Mathias’s eyes slid shut as he sighed. “Just house him, just for a few weeks. I’ve been sending my…” Mathias giggled. “I’ve been calling them my own ‘rescues,’” he said, looking nearly delirious with relief. “I’ve been sending my rescues through a friend north of you. I’ll need to secure housing for him, but it’ll take some time. I just need to know he’s safe. I can’t keep him here.” Mathias glanced around his garage. “Too many eyes. Too risky.”

“I think I understand,” Gray said, and placed a gentle hand on Mathias’s shoulder. “And I think I can help.”

Zachariah’s eyes flicked up to Gray’s. “You can?” he breathed. He looked like he was about to fall over. “Thank… thank you.”

Mathias rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get him going, then,” he said quickly. “Zachariah, you should sit in the back. At least until you get out of town. Thank god you don’t have to go in the trunk.” Mathias laughed again, high-pitched and frantic, and Gray was beginning to wonder exactly how rough a treatment Zachariah would receive if he was found out before they left the city.

Or Mathias, for that matter.

“Mathias,” they said gently. Mathias immediately stopped laughing. His hands shook. “What happens to you if you’re found out?”

“Oh.” Mathias laughed. “Nothing. I’m just worried about the rescues. They deserve better than they get, and it’s not their fault people don’t stop long enough to hear their story.”

“I kn-know— knew someone like that,” Gray said, nodding. They held out their hand to Zachariah. “Here. Let’s get you into the back seat, then. There’s a lot of legroom. Lots of room for you to lay on the floor. And blankets.” Gray walked around the side of the car and pulled out a blanket. “Here.”

“Th-thank you, Mx.,” Zachariah sighed as he gratefully took the blanket. It was gray and patchy, but he clutched at it as if it was a lifeline. He dazedly stepped into the back of the car and slumped in a pile behind the passenger seat. He placed his backpack carefully in front of him. Gray gently closed the car door and walked around to the driver’s side.

“Thank you,” Mathias breathed. “I… I see a few of these come through every year. Shit circumstances. Every time. And I…” He rubbed his hands together. “They can’t help the world we live in. I just want to… help the ones that don’t have someone they can, um, trust up here. The mayor is a good man, but—”

“But some fall through the cracks,” Gray said gently, carefully watching the man’s eyes, his hands. “I know.”

“Yeah,” Mathias huffed. “Well… I’ll, um… let you go now. Thank you. I won’t… won’t make this a regular thing. I promise.”

Gray shrugged. “Where we can help, we will.”

Mathias nodded. He stepped back into the doorway to his house. He pressed a button on the wall, and the garage door creaked and began to open.

Gray settled into the car and tipped his head at Mathias. Mathias nodded.

“Zachariah?” Gray said, looking over their shoulder at the boy.

He was huddled behind the passenger seat, his head tipped back against the door, already fast asleep.

Continued here

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firemblem-fics · 4 years

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Running With the Wolves [2]

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-> Pairing: Yuri x Fem!Reader

-> Gang!Au | Modern!Au | Enemies to Lovers

-> Word Count: 2.4k

-> Warnings: Blood, Violence, Cursing, Angst, Crack

-> Summary: You were just a normal college student, trying to find her way in a new place. You didn’t mean to get caught up in the wrong crowd. You just wanted coffee, but now you’re running with the wolves.

-> A/N: okok i know this is a lot shorter than the last chapter BUT y’all already heard my struggle with it so i’m actually kind of happy with this and liked where it ended. i’m sorry it’s boring, i think this was just a chapter where i do some introductions and go further into characters and a teeny bit more into the world of the gangs idk more info in later chapters because reader will NOT suddenly get a huge info dump of shit - also i hope you all like my two oc’s in here!

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“Run.”

In that second, Yuri began firing shots at your pursuers again. Hapi gave her gun to Balthus, who began using both his and her pistols to keep them back as well. She turned and grabbed your arm- the same one that was bleeding before recoiling.

“Who hurt you?”

“Yuri dragging me around.”

Hapi scoffed and reached for the other arm, leading you out the back door and into a small white car. She cranked the engine and backed out before you could even get buckled, narrowly missing a larger black van parked beside it. You held onto the door frame, your fingers turning white as Hapi whipped the car down a smaller, empty street.

“Why are you driving like a fucking lunatic?”

“They could easily follow us! Look behind, do you see anything?”

You turned as well as you could as Hapi made another sharp turn. “No, there’s nothing behind us.”

She slowed the car just a little bit. “Keep checking. We don’t need someone knowing where we’re going.”

You stayed turned in your seat, heart jumping out of anxiety every time you saw a random car or person pass by. “My home is the other way.”

“Wh- Oh, honey, no. They think you’re a part of us, you can’t go home.”

“What? Why not? I could just explain to them what I was doing- they’ll understand-“

“No, they won’t.” The redhead leaned her head back against the seat and bit back a sigh before mumbling to herself. “We weren’t even involved in their little spats with the other places. Why the hell would Edelgard come after us?”

You checked back one more time. “Didn't she say something about how ‘she’s the boss now’? Whatever it’s about, it’s because she’s apparently in charge or whatever. I- I just want to go home.” Your nose burned as tears filled your eyes, but you willed them to not fall. Hapi would definitely be the kind to make fun of you.

You thought back to the others- Yuri, Balthus, and Constance. Ellie had said that they were just some random college kids, making money to get by. Obviously they were more than that.

“What about the others? We just left them there.”

“They’ll be fine. They’ve had their fair share of fights. We’ll meet them back at the house.”

You could only nod and try to soothe your shaking body. Your arm still burned from the wound, but you didn’t want to look at it. Knowing the severity of it would only make it hurt worse.

Eventually, Hapi pulled into a normal looking house. It seemed inconspicuous, with a fraternity sign hanging out front to complete the “normal college kids live here” look. You shuddered. Things are not as they seem with these people, and their house for sure isn’t a normal one as well. Hapi got out of the car and scouted around it, searching the entire car before once again muttering to herself.

“... Can’t believe I forgot to look for a tracker-“

“Look who’s finally home! Hapis and- who’s this?”

Suddenly a loud, annoying voice shouted from the front door of the house. You looked up to see a new man, slowly putting down his waving hand as he saw you. From the top of the brick stairs, he looked quite tall, but as you continued to ascend, the shorter and shorter he became until he was scarcely a few inches taller than you.

“Hiram, this is Y/N. She was, uh, put in an unfortunate circumstance and had to come with us.”

His white eyebrows furrowed and he looked at Hapi confusedly before nodding. “Uh, yeah, okay. Come on in, then. Rhys is out getting takeout. What’s the circumstance?”

“Edelgard attacked the café.”

Hiram was still confused, but it was cut short as the same black van you saw earlier pulled into the open garage. Hapi motioned for the two of you to come inside, saying that Yuri would explain everything.

The house was more normal than you expected. The living room walls were painted a light blue with a couch surrounding the fireplace and a TV on top of it. The colors of that room contrasted greatly against the honey yellow walls of the kitchen, where everyone had gathered and sat at the table. You squeezed yourself between Hapi and Constance, the only other girls there.

“We should wait for Rhys-“

“There's no time.” Yuri scoffed at Hiram and leaned back on his chair. “Somehow, Edelgard took power from her father and is now the leader of the Black Eagles. I’ve yet to figure out what her plans are- attacking us, out of everyone possible- but I’m sure they aren’t good.”

You sighed and leaned against your arm, but stopped. You really, really needed medical attention for your arm. You also really, really needed to go home. You stood up.

“Okay, well, have fun with that. I’m out.”

Yuri laughed. “No, you’re not. Sit down.”

You whipped around to face him, your cheeks burning in anger. “I am! I’m going to leave this house, go to a hospital, fix my arm, and go home. I have no business here.”

You moved to leave again, but a pair of pale arms wrapped around you. One arm gripped your waist tightly as the other flicked out a knife, holding it against your neck. You tried to struggle, but the person- a tall man- tightened his hold even further. Yuri rolled his eyes.

“Easy with her, Rhys. You started having business here the minute you decided to open your stupid little mouth. Hasn’t anyone ever taught you to shut up? To think rationally in the face of danger? Did you even realize the danger you were in, or are you really just that dense?” He sneered, walking towards you. “You, Princess, have gotten yourself into a Hell of a lot of trouble. You’re right, you shouldn’t be here, but now it’s time to reap what you sow.”

You grimaced at Yuri’s close proximity and spat at him, making him stumble back and wipe his face in disgust. This caused Rhys to lift your chin with the knife, pressing down enough to leave a small cut. A trail of blood dripped down to your collarbone.

“I suggest you learn to keep your mouth shut.” Hiram laughed almost maniacally from the table. “Rhysie’s silent but deadly. Don’t mess with us.”

Said man finally let you go, pushing you back to your seat, which you took with a huff. Constance handed you a tissue from the small pocketbook she carried and you thanked her, smiling wearily.

Hapi, who had stayed silent the entire time, coughed awkwardly. “So, what’s our next move?”

Yuri shrugged. “We’re no longer neutral, obviously. But we don’t know if the Golden Deer or the Blue Lions are on our side either. Edelgard had to have had a plan when she attacked us.”

The six others sat in thought for a minute while you, on the other hand, had never been more confused. “Wait, what’s even going on? Why do restaurants kill each other?”

Hiram giggled and plucked the bloody tissue out of your hand, beginning to mess with it and look at the new stains. “You’re tellin’ me that you really thought this was just some dumb restaurant rivalry? Hah! Sweetheart, we’re gangs. Y’know. Drugs. Illegal trades. Turf wars. The usual.”

You tried to put more pieces together. “So, Edelgard’s gang is the bad guys?”

“Exactly-“

“We’re not good. None of the gangs are. Our sins are irredeemable- we’re not the good guys. Edelgard’s people aren’t the bad guys. We don’t know what’s going on right now.” Hapi cut off Hiram.

Said man snorted and ran a hand through his ponytail. “Hey, Rhys, say fuck for me.”

Rhys’s freckled skin flushed a bright red and he avoided the eye contact of everyone around. “...I can’t.” He mumbled.

“See? Rhysie’s good.”

Hapi closed her eyes and suppressed a sigh again, and you wondered what was up with her and sighing. “The next move is to wait. Maybe do a little digging in their computers and communication, but that’s Hiram’s job.”

“We’ve got to figure out something for the rat to do.She can’t just sit here and be in the way.” Yuri mused. “Housekeeping, perhaps?”

“I am not a rat!” You hissed, “You are!”

The purple haired boy only smirked. “Whatever you say, Princess. Go upstairs to the first room on the left. There’s a big stack of manila folders with profiles on the desk. Bring them back down here.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up from your seat, practically stomping your way to the wooden stairs. Opening the first door on the left, you found the folders Yuri was talking about. You reached for them, but hesitated and looked out of the window beside the desk.

It would be so easy to leave, you thought, but jumping from this height would definitely lead to a broken bone.

You committed this room to memory and grabbed the folders, taking your time down the stairs to plan an escape route if needed. You were going home, whether they liked it or not, you decided. You were close to the bottom of the steps when a paper slid out from one of the folders. It was a profile with a rather familiar looking face on it.

Yuri Leclarc, It read, Age 24. Affiliation: Ashen Wolves. Family: Father (unknown), Mother (missing).

You heard footsteps walk through the living room and you quickly snatched up the paper, stuffing it in a folder before you finished reading it all. Hiram became visible, one hand carrying a large laptop and the other, a basket of cables and other equipment. He didn’t say anything to you. Instead, he barely spared you a glance as he walked back into the kitchen. You followed.

“Here.” You huffed and slammed down the folders. Hiram was busy plugging up different cords and routers to the computer, still completely ignoring your presence.

Yuri nodded and stood, sifting through the papers before landing on one labeled “Black Eagles”. He pushed the other folders to the side and opened that one. He laid out 8 profiles, all of people around your age. You could’ve sworn you’d seen some of them around campus, but you nearly vomited as your eyes caught one certain profile.

Ferdinand von Aegir.

“It’s up and running!” Hiram’s voice knocked you out of your stupor. “A piece of art, truly!”

Constance snorted. “A piece of shit, actually.”

Hiram ignored her comment and grinned, placing his hands on his hips proudly. “I call it the Computer of Chaos. COC for short.”

The silence in the kitchen was practically screaming.

Yuri looked up from the profiles. “The what?”

“The Cock, Yuri-bird. Didn't you hear him correctly?” Balthus nearly choked trying to hold in his laugh.

“Exactly! And it works for everyone here, you just have to say your name and it’ll unlock for you.” Hiram motioned for someone to give it a try.

Yuri still looked at the computer quizzically, but walked towards it nonetheless. He leaned down and said, “Yuri Leclarc.”

“Access Denied.”

“What?” Hapi questioned, pulling the computer toward herself. “Hapi.”

“Access Denied.”

“Ohhh, that’s right.” Hiram’s grin turned mischievous. “It only answers to the nicknames I gave you all.”

If looks could kill, Yuri would have committed a murder. He sighed heavily and violently moved the computer back to him. “Yuris.”

“Permission Granted.”

“Go die.” He growled at Hiram, who only laughed.

“What nicknames?” You had to ask, but regretted it once Hiram’s smile was directed at you.

“I add an -is to the end of everyone’s names! Yuris, Hapis, Constis, Balis, but I call Rhys ‘Rhysie’, he doesn’t tell me not to~”

Yuri rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t fucking talk, that’s why.”

“Can I have a nickname?” If you were going to be stuck here, you may as well make friends.

“Hmm,” Hiram pondered, “No.”

“Wh-“

So much for making friends.

Yuri interrupted the awkward moment by slamming his hand down on COC, making Hiram gasp in protest. “Fucking- Hiram, try to find something- anything- to find out Edelgard’s intentions. We had a neutrality pact, she shouldn’t have broken it.”

Your head was starting to hurt from the events today. Rubbing your temples, you stood up, making everyone look at you.

“Listen, I’m tired. I’m stressed. Is there like, anywhere I can sleep? I can’t do much more.”

Constance nodded. “I’ll take you up to the spare room!”

She led you up the stairs and past the room you had gone into earlier. Opening the door to one of the bedrooms, she gestured for you to enter.

“I’ll have to lock you in, but I’m sure you won’t mind. You’ll be sleeping, after all!” Constance smiled, “Goodnight!”

You waved back at her and waited for the click of the lock before turning on the lamp and peeling your sleeve away from your arm. You grimaced- blood had dried and caked around the wound, which was still slightly bleeding. You needed medical attention, but you didn’t blame the Wolves for not thinking about it.

They certainly were stressed- being previously neutral and suddenly attacked. They’ve got enemies now and you suspected that was something they haven’t had in quite a while. And then there was you, the epitome of ‘wrong place, wrong time’. Who would’ve thought that you’d end up accidentally in the middle of a gang war when you moved here? Certainly not you.

Guilt tugged at your stomach. These people were different from you. You didn’t belong here and you needed to get out of their hair. Yuri made it obvious that you stuck out like a sore thumb, unaware of what to do like they did.

You glanced at the window in the bedroom and stood up, making your way towards it. You could easily unlock it and risk an ankle injury. You’d already hurt your arm, it would be fine.

Your two choices were to try to survive a mob that wanted to kill you all, or get a foot injury while escaping and get back to your normal life.

Unlocking the latch on the window, and sitting on the edge, you had already made your decision. You jumped down and ignored a loud crack that resounded in your ankle, slipping into the depths of night.

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Feels Like Yesterday: Chapter 7

Ship: Frankie Morales x Elena Bohannon (OC)

Rating: M

Word Count: 5,077 Words

Warnings: Language, Angst, Abusive Behavior, Mild Violence

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Summary: I feel like this gif perfectly summarizes Frankie’s mood for this whole chapter. Frankie can’t handle the way Liam treats Elena and finally a lifetime of pent up aggression boils over.

A/N: I couldn’t find the OP of this gif. So please, if it’s you, let me know and I will tag you! I hope you all are enjoying this fic so far. It’s been fun but also hard to write it. This chapter is definitely full of angst and pent up aggression. NO ONE TOUCHES HIS LUNA! I hope you enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what you think and if you want to be in my tag list!!

“‘Go,’ she whispered to him one of those nights, her voice as sweet and sorrowful as the last light of morning.”

Pope smiled at Frankie and glanced at the rest of the guys. “He holds her like he’s afraid someone else with touch her,” Frankie said, shaking, “The fucking asshole was basically crushing her!”

“That’s usual,” Pope said.

“Yeah, especially if the rest of us are around. It’s like he’s afraid we’re going to steal her away from him. She has no freedom down here when he’s here,” Tom added.

Frankie shook his head and glared at Pope. “We need to get out of here before I do something stupid.”

The guys followed Frankie back to the truck and Pope’s car. He stopped when he heard shouting coming from the guest house and he turned to look at Santi and the guys. Santi grew worried and reached for Frankie’s shoulder, wanting to divert him away from the argument. “I think it’s best we let them hash this out.”

He heard something shatter in the house and froze in his spot. His heart started racing and he could feel his anger swelling inside him. “I can’t do this,” he said, storming towards the guest house.

“Shit,” Santi said as the rest ran after him.

***

She stood in the kitchen with her arms folded, glaring at Liam. The silence hung in the air between them for several minutes.“What the fuck was that?” She growled.

Liam turned on her and faced her, anger flooding out of his eyes. “You two looked awfully comfortable with each other.”

“Oh Jesus,” she said, “seriously?”

“I’m just saying, you seemed content to be in his presence after so long.”

She felt heat rising to her face in anger. “He’s my friend, Liam!”

“I’m sure, if he could, he would have gladly taken you back here and changed your mind. And I am almost certain you would have let him.”

Her voice was raised. “You think that little of me? Are you fucking kidding me, right now? Liam, when have I ever given you a reason to believe something like that?”

“Every moment of our lives, where that asshole was involved.”

“If you knew this about me, then why are we even together?” She felt tears rolling down her cheeks.

He felt his blood beginning to boil. “Because I love you that much,” he said as calmly as possible, “but it’s hard when I know you don’t feel the same for me.”

She glared at him. “Don’t you dare play the victim right now. I have done nothing wrong. You’re trying to manipulate me into feeling like the villain right now, and it’s not going to happen.”

“Who put these ideas in your head? Will? Frankie?”

Elena rolled her eyes and stormed past him, heading for the door. “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

“You’re not leaving,” he said, grabbing her arm in a tight, painful grasp.

She looked down at his hand. “Liam, you’re hurting me.”

“Are you running to him?” He seethed, tightening his grip on her arm.

She winced and tried to pull away. “Liam…” her voice was a small whimper.

He let go of her. “How often were you together before I got here?”

She turned to leave. “I’m not answering any more questions.”

Elena felt a rush of wind fly past her arm as a whiskey glass shattered against the front door. She froze out of fear and slowly turned to look at him. Tears started to spill over as she glanced at the man she thought she loved. “Wh-what?”

Liam tried to run to her and comfort her, realizing his mistake. “‘Lena, I’m so sorry.”

She moved out of his grasp and slid down against the wall, crying. “Don’t,” she screamed.

The front door flew open and Frankie was standing there, out of breath. He looked at her on the floor, and instantly became enraged. He saw broken glass on the ground in front of him, realizing the shattering noise he heard was the whiskey glass he drank out of the night before. Liam puffed his chest out and moved between Elena and Frankie. “This doesn’t concern you,” he said.

“Frankie,” Santi called behind him.

He ignored him and responded to Liam.“From what I could hear, it sounds like it does,” he said, glaring at Liam.

Liam stepped forward. “We were just about to reach an agreement.”

Frankie looked at the glass on the floor again before looking back up at Liam. “It sounds like you were about to get physical.”

He stepped forward, but Will grabbed his shoulder to stop him. “Not in front of her, brother,” he whispered.

“She dropped a glass…”

Frankie knelt down next to her. “Luna,” he whispered, “what do you want me to do?”

She held her wrist and looked at him with tears in her eyes. “Go,” she whispered in reply.

He looked at her astonished. “Luna…”

“Please, go.”

He kissed her forehead, and heard Liam move forward. “Easy there,” Will said, stepping forward. “You really want to go after him with his brothers at his back?”

Liam glared at him, and listened intently to what Frankie was saying to his Luna. “Llámame si necesitas ayuda. Te amo mucho, mi Luna.”

She smiled at him and patted his shoulder. Frankie knew that meant she wasn't going to call. He, then, immediately turned to Liam. “If I see you’ve laid your fucking hands on her, I will kill you where you stand. Even a single bump,” he almost growled, his voice dropping an octave lower.

Frankie followed Will and Santiago out of the cabin to the truck. Liam watched him go and closed the door. “‘Lena,” he sat down, “I’m so sorry. I just lost my temper. I didn’t mean to throw the glass near you.”

She didn’t look up at him. “I can’t stay with someone who is going to turn violent with every disagreement we have.”

Elena saw him shift uncomfortably. “I won’t, Elena. It’ll never happen again.”

“If it does,” she said, “We are done.” She glared at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, gently placing a hand on her cheek.

She turned to look at him with empty eyes. “And, another thing,” she added, “I’m not cutting Frankie out of my life.”

Liam tensed but remained calm.

“He’s one of my best friends, and if you want me to cut him out of my life, you’re asking me to cut out a huge part of myself.”

“Elena,” he sighed, “I can’t accept that. It’s always about more than friendship with Frankie. He’s always been so fucking competitive with me, ever since we were kids. He’d never want me close to you, because he wanted you all to himself. He would do anything to keep you away from me, and I know that’s what he’s trying to do now.”

She looked at the wall across from her and nodded slowly. Elena knew what he was doing, trying to make Frankie the villain. She knew that things between the two of them had always been tense, and some of what he was saying might have been true. However, she had a hard time believing Frankie had a malicious bone in his body enough to manipulate her like that.

He lightly touched her shoulder, and it brought her out of her thoughts. “What?” she calmly asked.

“You seem far away,” he said.

She took a deep breath and gazed at him. “I just don’t know where we go from here,” she said, motioning to the glass on the ground. “I know you said it won’t happen again, but this changes things between us.”

He turned to face her. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, “I’ll do anything.”

Elena finally looked at him deep in his eyes. “I love you, Liam,” she replied, holding his face, “but I just need a second to myself. Go get unpacked and comfortable.”

She lightly kissed him before walking into the kitchen to grab a broom to sweep up the mess. Liam watched her for a second, before glancing at the door. He took a deep breath and walked up the stairs to unpack his things.

***

Frankie stormed into the diner before Pope even had the car in park. The guys and Rae tagged along for dinner. He sat against the window, looking out and destroying the napkin that was placed in front of him. Santi exchanged pleased glances, that had a hint of fear behind them, with everyone. “So,” he said, to break the silence, “Frankie…”

Frankie’s eyes shot over to him. “I shouldn’t have left her in that house.”

Will looked at Santiago, worried. “If I would have let you stay, you would have beat him to a pulp.”

“So? You guys said you want me to get rid of him,” he growled.

Tom laughed and leaned forward, looking at a very angry Frankie. “Yes, but if you would have done that in front of Elena, she would have sided with Liam. It would have made things worse for you.”

Frankie knew Tom was right, but that didn’t make him feel any better. The image of her curled up on the floor in fear burned away in his memory. He knew Liam was lying. She didn’t just drop a glass. It had been thrown. “Hijo de puta,” Frankie murmured as he sipped on his water the waitress brought.

Rae leaned forward and sighed. “Frankie,” she said, “tomorrow, I’m taking both of them out to lunch. So, they won’t be alone much. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Both?” Frankie asked, annoyed.

“We told you,” Benny added, “he doesn’t give her any freedom down here. She’s miserable, whether she wants to admit it or not.”

His hands balled themselves into fists. “Why did I have to fall for the most stubborn woman on the planet?”

Santiago smiled at Rae. His plan was working, even though it brought him pain to watch his best friend go through such turmoil. Will leaned against him, bumping his shoulder with his own. “That’s your favorite part about her,” he laughed.

Frankie rolled his eyes. “Not right now,” he huffed.

“We all know with you back in her life, she’ll see the light,” Rae said, “sooner or later.”

He looked down the table at her. Next to Elena, she was the closest female friend he’d had. He considered her a sister. On the rare occasion he couldn’t talk to Elena about something, he confided in her. He gave her a weak smile. She knew him and Elena better than most, which was how he knew that what she said was full of shit. Elena was too stubborn to “come around.”

He sat in silence for most of their meal, while the others participated in lively conversations. His mind kept wandering back to his Luna and the look of fear that was spread across her face. She was sitting on the floor clutching herself, her wrist. He froze. Why would she be holding her wrist? He pondered. His head immediately turned to Rae. His sudden movement caught her attention and she looked over at him. “Tomorrow,” he began, everyone turned to look at him, “I want you to look at her left wrist.”

She gave him a semi-confused expression. “Am I looking for anything?”

Frankie sighed, afraid to say his thoughts out loud. “Has Liam ever put his hands on her?” he asked the group.

Will and Benny looked at each other and shrugged. “Not that we are aware of. Why?” Benny replied.

His breathing became shaky, uneven. “She was clutching her wrist as she sat on the ground. I want to know why. Because if he did it, I’m going to follow through on that promise.”

He saw everyone tense up at the thought. Santiago turned to Rae. “Can you find out what happened?”

She shrugged. “I can try.”

Will turned to Frankie. “I’ll fucking bury his body if he did it.”

Frankie smiled at Will, genuinely. “Should I be worried that you care this much?”

Tom stepped in to help Will. “In his defense, we all care this much. She’s Santi’s sister, which practically makes her ours.”

Will sheepishly looked at Frankie. “I’m not going to lie to you, brother. I did have a small crush on her for the last few years. I mean, can you blame me? But as soon as I realized who she was to you, those feelings evaporated. Like almost immediately.”

He grinned and shook his head. “No,” he replied, “I can’t blame you.”

“You would have loved watching him and Liam go round and round during one of their many visits,” Benny laughed.

“I would flirt with her so much just to drive him insane, but it would be subtle enough that he didn’t realize I was doing it on purpose.”

“How often did you see them?” Frankie asked, a little jealous of his friends now that he realized what he’d missed.

“Every time we got leave. Ben and I would stop and see the family for a few days and then come down here for the last few.”

Tom smiled at the memories. “They’d stop to pick me up, and then we’d all have a huge campout that weekend.”

“I’d send her a text when we’d be off on leave,” Santiago added, “and she would book her and Liam tickets. Sometimes he’d come, sometimes he’d stay home.”

Rae sighed and added in the saddest bit of those trips. “In the beginning when they would first come down, she would ask about you,” she said at Frankie.

He felt his chest tighten.

Santiago nodded. “She’d ask me where you were and if life was good to you. Those questions stopped though, after Liam said something to her about it.”

“Fuck Liam,” he said, staring directly at Santi.

He smiled at Frankie. “It’s about damn time you joined my side!” he laughed.

“I was always on your side,” he grinned, “I just was being nice for her sake. Now?” He huffed. “The second she saw him, she was a totally different person. There was no beautiful glow or life about her. No one is going to treat mi Luna like that and get away with it.”

***

The next morning, Elena woke up entangled in Liam’s arms. They’d come to an understanding late last night after they both had showered. He had apologized for his irrational behavior, and given their history, she had forgiven him. She looked at her arm that was still sore. There were dark bruises where he’d grabbed her, but she didn’t say anything to him about them. It was an accident. She thought to herself. She’d put some ice on it to help, and it did. A little. Thankfully her dress for the engagement party had long, lace sleeves. Otherwise, if Frankie saw her arm, he’d probably kill Liam then.

Liam stirred next to her and peppered a few kisses on the back of her neck. “Good morning, beautiful,” he murmured into her hair.

The action sent shivers down her spine and she smiled, turning around to face him. “Good morning,” she said, lightly kissing him. “In a better mood?”

“Always, if that means waking up next to you.”

She smiled again. “We are meeting Rae for an early lunch today before the engagement party.”

He groaned and held her to him. “Haven’t the two of you hung out enough over the last three days? Can’t we just sleep in?”

Elena giggled. “I promised her we would.”

He sighed. “Well that certainly puts a damper on my plans that I had for us today.”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, lightly running her nails up and down his back. “Oh? And what were those?”

“A surprise,” he grinned and kissed her, “I guess we can do them tomorrow or Sunday.”

“You know that I love surprises,” she smiled into his kiss.

He rolled her over so he hovered over her, kissing her deeper. “I guess I better shower then,” he said, before kissing her again.

She stretched out in the bed once he rolled out and walked into the bathroom. She laid there, looking up at the ceiling, and prayed. Prayed that everything would go back to normal, that Liam would let it all go. She heard the shower start, and so she decided now was a good time to make the bed and get dressed. She reached into the top drawer of the dresser to grab some clothes for Liam too. As she unfolded his pants, she saw a small, velvet, black box fall out and bounce closer to the bed. She grabbed it and already knew what it was. She didn’t need to open it, but she did anyway. In the box was a beautiful, oval diamond in the center of a silver band. It was the largest diamond she’d ever seen. She felt her heart race and her stomach drop the longer she stared at the ring. She wasn’t sure if it was pure excitement that she felt. A month ago, had he asked, she would have said yes in a heartbeat. Now, after everything, she was so uncertain about her future.

She could hear Frankie’s voice playing in her head:

“Luna, I can’t make you make a decision or leave everything you worked so hard for. All I can do is tell you how I wish everyday that I’d wake up next to you, because everyday I wake up I know there’s something missing. You are what’s missing because I fucked up all those years ago. I lost precious time with you instead of being the man I should have been.”

She felt a few tears stream down her cheeks.

“Are you utterly happy with your life? It should be an easy question for you if you’re happy.”

Elena was brought out of her haze when she heard the shower turn off. She quickly folded Liam’s pants and placed them in the drawer with the black box. She wiped the tears off her face and began changing. He walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, not noticing their wetness as he grabbed clothes to wear for the day. “Where is Rae taking us?” he asked, throwing his shirt on.

She had walked into the bathroom to do her makeup and brush her teeth. “I think just the usual.”

“The diner?” he laughed from the bedroom.

“Yeah,” she stepped out with a toothbrush in her mouth. “Is that okay?”

“It’s perfect,” he smiled, kissing her forehead.

***

Elena and Liam pulled into the parking lot and walked into the diner, instantly seeing Rae in their usual booth. They walked over and hugged her before taking a seat. “Santi is going to meet us,” she smiled, “I told him it could be a double date.”

Liam looked less than thrilled as he allowed Elena to slide into the booth. “Perfect,” he mumbled.

Right on cue, Santiago walked into the diner and took his place next to Rae, throwing his arm lovingly around her. “Hey, Liam,” he smiled.

“Glad to see you could join us,” he lied.

“I wouldn’t miss hanging out with you guys for anything.” Santi looked over at Elena who tried to give him a convincing smile. “So, how’s the Big Apple treating you?” he said, sipping on the coffee the waitress brought in.

Liam smiled, as if this was something he really wanted to talk about, “Great,” he said, “we’re buying out another small publisher, and they’ve put me on finalizing all the details. It’s been so hectic at work, but it’s going to work out for us in the long run.” He smiled at Elena and grabbed her hand.

“Oh really?” Santiago looked at Elena and lifted his glass to her.

“Then she won’t have to work so hard at that restaurant from hers, and she can just relax instead,” he added, kissing her knuckles.

“I love my restaurant,” she retorted.

He seemed to ignore her as he answered his phone. “Hello? Yes. Wait, the papers were supposed to be faxed over this morning. Hold on.” He placed his hand over the phone. “I’ve got to take this.” He rose and walked out of the diner to continue his conversation.

Elena sighed and rolled her eyes. “He is always working,” she said softly.

Santiago moved around and threw his arm over her shoulders. “How was he after last night?”

“Fine,” she said abruptly.

“‘Lena…”

“Everything is fine now, Santi.”

“Then why are you more agitated than normal?”

She looked between Santi and Rae before glancing down at her fidgeting hands. “I found a small, black box packed among Liam’s things,” she said.

“So? That could mean anything.”

“You idiot,” Rae laughed, “he bought a ring and brought it down here to ask her to marry him.”

Santi froze and stared at Elena. “Wait, seriously?” She nodded and he ran his hand down his face. “Fuck. What about Frankie?”

“Santi, this doesn’t concern him,” she replied.

“The fuck it doesn’t,” he added, “I’m sorry, ‘Lena, but you can’t marry Liam. I am begging you.”

She knitted her eyebrows together. “He hasn’t even asked me yet!” She exclaimed in a hushed tone.

“Let me see your arm,” he demanded.

“Wh-what?”

Santiago held out his hand for her to set her arm in. “Your left wrist. Let me see it.”

“Why?”

He was growing more agitated with her. “Why won’t you just show me your arm?”

She clutched it to her body so he couldn’t see. “Because it doesn’t concern you either.”

“If he hurt you, it does concern me. Frankie told us to look at your arm. Now, let me see it, or I swear I will make something up and tell Frankie to kick his ass anyway.”

Elena looked at him with fear and worry in her eyes. “You cannot tell Frankie,” she begged, “Please. I’m fine, it was an accident.”

“‘Lena,” he replied.

Reluctantly, she set her arm in his grasp and he turned it over. She winced when his hands ran over the bruises that were clear signs of fingers that had dug into her arm. “‘Lena,” his voice broke, “No puedes quedarte con el.”

She sighed and looked at him. “I told him that if he does this again, we’re done.”

Santiago looked at Rae for help, as he showed her the bruises. “Voy a matar a ese hijo de puta. Why are you giving him a second chance?”

Rae looked at Elena in disbelief. “You can’t seriously stay with him after this,” she said, examining her arm.

Elena looked out the large windows surrounding the diner to find Liam. He was still standing outside on the sidewalk aggressively talking on the phone. “We have an understanding,” she begged, “so, please, forget this happened. And I swear to God, if you tell Frankie, I will never talk to either of you again.”

Santiago sighed and moved back to his side with Rae. “Was he trying to hit you with that glass, last night?” She shook her head. He looked away before standing up. “I have to go,” he said, “otherwise I will kill him when he walks back in here.”

“Santi,” she begged, “Please. I forgave him, so you should too.”

He shook his head. “No, ‘Lena, it’s not that simple. I wish you could see it too, but the bad thing is, you won’t. Or at least not until he does something horrible.”

Santiago stormed out of the diner and blew past Liam without turning back to take a last glance. Rae sighed and crossed her arms as she stared at Elena. “You seriously can’t see the problem with this?”

“I did,” she replied, “last night, but we talked about it and…”

Liam joined them at the table and looked around for Santi. “Where’d he run off to?”

“David called,” Elena replied, “something about a final fitting for Saturday.”

He tossed his arm around her shoulder. “We’ll see him tonight, at least,” he said, taking a long drink from his lukewarm coffee.

Rae glared at Elena as she leaned into him and tried to ignore the dirty looks.

***

She finished getting ready for the party while Liam waited downstairs for her. Slowly, she descended and met him in the foyer. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he said, kissing her cheek as he wrapped her arm around his.

“Thank you, dear,” she smiled, “Cal picked out all my dresses for the weekend. Except for the bridesmaid dress.”

“I guess I should be a little nicer to him,” he laughed.

“Always, my love.”

They walked out of the door and to the backyard of her parents’ house. The party was already in full swing with the entire wedding party, aunts, uncles, cousins, friends, and neighbors filling the property. It was a proper Texan celebration. She looked for her friends, and found them standing in the middle of the yard with David and Carla. The only one that was missing was Frankie. He was never one for parties, and she found that endearing about him. He much preferred the intimacy of their small group around a campfire as opposed to this. She deflated a little, but walked over to the group anyway.

He was standing on the deck with a cold beer in his hand as he looked out over the backyard. He saw her walk in through the gate and instantly his jaw dropped. He’d never seen anything more beautiful in all of his life than her. She was in a short, blue dress with long, lace sleeves. It was a deep V-neck in the front, and when she turned, he saw the back was cut out. It clung to her body perfectly. At that moment, he’d never been so envious of a dress. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulder and back, and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands through them. The more he looked, the more in love with her he grew as his eyes traveled down her body to take in her long legs that ended in a pair of sophisticated, blue heels.

Frankie felt a hand slap him on the shoulder and put breath back into his body. “Se ve hermosa esta noche,” Antonio said.

He laughed nervously. “She took my breath away,” he replied. Frankie wanted to turn to look at Antonio, but he didn’t want to tear his eyes away from her. He preferred to just soak in as much of her beauty as he could.

“Mijo,” he sighed, but he paused. He wasn’t sure what else he could say that hadn’t already been said.

“I know,” Frankie added, “and I love her so much.”

“Dile que, mijo,” Antonio responded before joining the rest of the party.

Frankie started to make his way down to the party when he saw his chance. Liam had walked off with Gloria to say hi to some family, and Elena made her way over to the drinks. Rae saw Frankie finally make his way over there, and signaled to the rest of the guys to go occupy Liam for the time being. He walked up behind her, almost too intoxicated with her scent and her presence to say anything to her. She slowly turned around when she sensed someone was behind her. She smiled up at him, causing her to practically glow. She was so different than the last time he saw her. His Luna was bright and vibrant; so full of life. He watched as her eyes lit up at him, taking it all in. “You clean up nice,” she grinned.

She couldn’t help but notice the new, dark jeans he donned for the occasion that hugged his legs and ass just the way she liked. He even found a nice, dark blue button down shirt to wear that almost matched her dress. She even noticed that he’d left his hat at home and his hair was styled - thanks to Santi, no doubt. She loved the smile she brought out in him; his eyes would form these adorable crinkles around them and a dimple would form in his cheek. It was the most endearing thing she’d ever witnessed, and she loved that he always reserved that look just for those closest to him; especially her.

He set his beer on the table and grabbed her hand to spin her around. “I could say the same about you, but I always knew you were stunning regardless,” he said.

She laughed at him. “I am pretty amazing,” she replied.

“Amazing, Astonishing, Sensational, Breathtaking,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around her to pull her close.

She felt her heart race as he continued to list more ways to compliment her. She was sure he’d run out of words soon, but he kept surprising her. “Spectacular, Marvelous, Remarkable…”

He spun her again, but this time she felt a twinge in her wrist and she winced. He saw it and stopped. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to…”

Frankie looked down at the wrist he was holding, and realized it was her left - the one she’d been holding the previous night. He froze.

“It’s okay, Frankie,” she panicked, “let’s grab a seat.”

He looked up at her, but held on to her hand. “Why is your wrist sore?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“It’s from yesterday. Carrying all that heavy shit,” she said, trying to play it off.

“Luna, I can read you like a book. Don’t you dare lie to me.”

She sighed, defeated, but refused to answer his question.

He slid the lace sleeve up her arm, watching her wince as he did. Slowly, he turned her arm over and saw the dark purple bruises that Liam had left behind. She felt his hand suddenly grow clammy and saw him break into a cold sweat. “Hijo de puta,” he growled under his breath, “Did he do this?”

“Mi Sol…” she tried to calm him, “It was an accident.”

“Accident? Are fucking kidding me? He grabbed you and left bruises. That doesn’t look like a goddamn accident to me, Elena.” His blood was past the boiling point. All he could see was red hot rage burning in his eyes. He dropped her hand and stormed in the direction he last saw Liam.

Translations

Llámame si necesitas ayuda. Te amo mucho, mi Luna. - Call me if you need help. I love you very much, mi Luna.

No puedes quedarte con el. - You cannot stay with him.

Voy a matar a ese hijo de puta. - I’m going to kill that motherfucker.

Se ve hermosa esta noche. - She looks beautiful tonight.

Dile que. - Tell her that.

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xxwritemeastoryxx · 4 years

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Forgotten Alliance Ch 48

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Author’s Note: We’ve made it to the five year mark in the timeline and I am freaking out about this. I’ve got a few more surprises up my sleeve before this comes to an end. Happy reading guys!

Feedback gives me life and motivation for future things. ♥

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Streets are packed with tourists. They’re drinking beers, they’re chasing beads, headed out on the vampire walking tour of New Orleans. They think it’s just a myth. Just part of our city’s charm.” Vincent said as he paced in front of all those that were sitting in the pews of the rebuilt St. Anne’s. “Well, we know better. Just like we know that there’s a storm coming. This week marks five years since the fall of the Mikaelsons.” The words had caused Elizabeth to flinch slightly as she stood off to the side. Five years. It had been that long and now she was so close to the cure. “Five years of peace. And we paid a high price for that peace. We witches, we earned that peace. We snatched back our freedom, we severed our link with our ancestors. To take back our city, we backed Elizabeth. Now, since then, we fought hard to build this community which has been thriving with Elizabeth’s help. And in the next week, as we celebrate our independence, that community will be challenged because every year we get visitors.” Vincent looked over at Elizabeth and nodded.

Elizabeth stepped forward and looked at the witches and a few others that sat before her. “As usual, I will be hosting the annual get together that the vampires assume I am throwing.” Elizabeth took a deep breath before continuing. “For the next few days I will be continuing the facade that I am a creature without her humanity. While I may act cruel during that time, I want you to know that you are safe from any harm.” She looked at several at the witches with a smile. “Veronica, as you know, will be with you while the vampires are in town. And as I’m sure most of you know, she can take down any vampire, young or old, that may be a threat. If anyone comes to try and torment your coven, know that she will be there to make sure it stays untouched.”

Elizabeth looked over at Vincent for a moment and he gave her a small smile and a nod. “After the vampires leave, it gives us another year of peace.” Elizabeth knew that was a lie. She still hadn’t told anyone that the Mikaelsons would be back within a short time. The chaos that could follow wasn’t something she wanted to think about now. While it would be a mess that she should be able to clean up, she knew that she wouldn’t be the one to do so. It would hopefully be Elijah that would be able to take her place in keeping the city as it had been while she was gone. “By the time they come for a visit again, I’m hoping to move the party elsewhere or get rid of it in its entirety.” She said with a smile. “I just ask for now that you watch each other’s backs. These visitors know the rules but will do anything to test them. So be cautious and if any of them even attempt to, you are all welcomed to watch their demise.”

“That is all for now.” Vincent said walking to stand by Elizabeth. “If anything new comes up at all, I’ll send word to meet back here.”

Elizabeth watched as everyone began standing up and leaving or began talking with each other. “I hate this.” Elizabeth said before looking over at Vincent.

“You could always turn them away.” Vincent said with a nod as he watched everyone as well. “There doesn’t need to be a celebration.”

“Then they’ll find reasons to stay.” Elizabeth said shaking her head. “It will cause suspicion and I’m sure they will end up wanting more proof that I can never give them.”

“They are still wanting answers for Elijah’s sireline aren’t they?” Vincent asked.

“There are always several.” Elizabeth said. “They believe that if the Mikaelsons have really fallen, Elijah’s sireline would have died along with him. I tell them its for my own sanity but what vampire, that has their humanity off, would worry about not having a sane mind?”

“They are expecting you to give up Elijah’s location.” It wasn’t a question but Elizabeth nodded anyways.

“Vincent, I hope you know that even if they try to burn this city to the ground to get me to say anything, I wont.” Elizabeth said as she looked back to see a few stragglers standing in the church. “Not when it comes to Elijah’s life and our bond. I will do anything to keep him safe.”

“While that does worry me,” Vincent began as he looked over at Elizabeth. “it also worries me that you have that warehouse not far from the city limits. Whatever it is that you are doing in there, it has people talking.”

“And what is it they are saying?” Elizabeth asked already knowing some of the rumors that have been said.

“That you are still trying to find someway to bring back Elijah and the others.” Vincent shook his head. “I was to believe that you had given up on finding the cure after you had come back from your trip empty handed.”

Elizabeth smirked. “It was your mistake believing a set back would stop me from saving my mate. You of all people should know that it is only a matter of time before they come back.”

“What’s going to happen when they come back here?” Vincent asked.

Elizabeth shrugged slightly. “To be honest, I have no idea. That is something that will be dealt with when the day is upon us.” Even though I wont be here. She added mentally. She wouldn’t say the words out loud. Not yet. So far everyone that was aware of what she was doing thought she would still be around when the Mikaelsons came back. “I have to get going if I am going to make it back in time for when they start arriving.”

“Where are you going?” Vincent asked curiously. He knew that Elizabeth had just come from the warehouse to speak with the witches on their plans for the week.

“I need some time to collect my thoughts.” She lied as she began walking towards the exit. “I do have a part to play the next few days.” Without another word she left St. Anne’s.

_____

The slight breeze had felt great on Elizabeth’s skin. It didn’t matter if she was in the dream world or not, it felt as real as it could be. She and Elijah were currently sitting on top of a hill overlooking much of the house and the lake that Freya had added in. It was a great scenery and it had been a while since Elizabeth had a moment of just peace as they were now.

After Elizabeth had shown Hayley the warehouse, she started visiting more often. Hayley promised to keep the secret that Elizabeth had been carrying. After a long conversation and airing out everything, Hayley and Elizabeth had an understanding of what needed to be done in order to get the cure. Hayley encouraged Elizabeth to visit more and Elizabeth agreed to that.

The moment Elizabeth had entered the dream world, Elijah never left her side. If it wasn’t for the fact that she needed time to feed, Elizabeth would have gladly spent several days not stop there until Elijah’s siblings demanded she leave for a bit.

“What is it?” Elijah asked as he watched Elizabeth. Even though it didnt seem as though she had caught the several sighs that had passed her lips, he had.

Elizabeth turned towards him and smiled at him. “Thinking.” She said softly. It was the truth but it wasn’t elaborated. There was so much going on outside of this spell that she would have to worry about. But in this moment, she was thinking about how much things would be different once they were out of this place. “All this time and I thought I would have you out of here so much earlier.”

“Liz,” he said running his hand through her hair. Hearing the nickname from him still seemed to hold a deeper meaning than when anyone else had. “You are doing the best you can. That is all we can ask for.”

Her smile faded slightly. “I know. I always wonder what would have happened if things had been done differently. But I think this time, I know that this is what was meant to happen.”

“What made you start to believe that?” He asked with a small smile.

“It’s been five years, Elijah.” She said shaking her head slightly. “I’ve tried so many different things and none of them have turned out as I hoped. As much as I hate to think about it, there were reasons all of that failed. It just took me going through it all to realize that you cant change what is supposed to happen.”

“You know something?” Elijah asked.

Elizabeth gave him a smile even though it didnt reach its full potential whenever she was around him. “I know you’ll be awake soon.” She gave a small nod with her words. “And that is all that matters to me at this moment.”

“You’ve had Jess show you more of her visions.” Elijah knew that Elizabeth had seen several of them over the last few years. But he had remembered Elizabeth saying she had no longer wanted to know the details as they got closer to being true.

“No.” She said shaking her head. “I’ve just been having a sense of Deja vu since she showed me what she had.” She took a deep breath in before letting it out. “I saw the last piece of the vision she showed me weeks ago. And that can only mean one thing to me. That you will be cured and awake from this spell soon. I may not know if it will be today, tomorrow or later this week, but I know you’ll be cured soon. I just can feel it.”

A smile pulled at Elijah’s lips. “Hearing you say that feels surreal. We’ve been here so long, it is hard to fully picture the real world.”

“You got a glance with Hope’s spell.” She reminded him with a chuckle.

“A two minute preview to the real thing.” He said with a smirk pulling at his lips.

That glimpse into the world after not seeing Elizabeth for so long had helped keep him sane until she came for a visit. All the things she had mentioned about the changes she had made to the compound had been exactly as she described. The familiarity of it being their home with touches of Elizabeth in places that he could see, had brought comfort to him.

When the spell ended, he was reminded that there would be a day that he would be free from all of this. That as soon as things worked in their favor, Elizabeth and Hayley would have them all cured and awake. Things could go back to way things were. Well, as much as they could be with the circumstances. He knew that some things had changes since the entered the spell. But as long as they were together, Elijah was sure that things would be better.

A thought crossed Elizabeth’s mind and she smiled to herself before looking at Elijah. “I know that I hardly say this, but Rebekah was right.”

Elijah laughed and shook his head. “And what is my sister right about?”

“We all deserve to go on some kind of vacation somewhere.” She nodded her head. “I get that you guys will need to get back into the swing of living again, but what better way to do that than to spend a few months lounging in a place without worrying about anything.”

“And where do you suppose we go?” He asked watching her with a smile on his face.

“Anywhere.” She said with her own smile growing. “Just somewhere away from New Orleans. It can be all of us or even just the two of us.”

“I like that idea.” He said watching as the excitement grew in Elizabeth the moment he said the words.

“Then it is settled.” Elizabeth said standing up from her spot. “After this is all over, we’ll go on a trip to see the world.” While it might be a while before they would actually be able to, the idea itself had seemed like the best idea. It gave them the hope of a future together. It gave them a chance to say they would make it through all the bad to finally come out on the other side stronger and finally enjoying their lives.

_____

“Malakai mentioned you’ve been working on a project of your own since our last visit.” Elizabeth was currently sitting at a table with several of the visiting vampires from Niklaus’s line. Many of them Elizabeth had recently met and others she had known for some time. The vampire that was speaking, Trent, Elizabeth had met several decades ago.

Elizabeth gave him a smirk as she brought the glass of wine she had in her hand up to her lips taking a drink. “If I went and told you all my evil plans you’d try to one up me. I cant have that, can I?”

“Ah so you do have something going on.” Trent smiled at her. He leaned forward in his seat eager to hear whatever details she would willingly give him. “I do hope its to break that connection of yours to your sire so we may end a line.”

Elizabeth kept a straight face even though she hated the thought of someone wanting Elijah dead. There was something inside of her that was telling her to rip his heart from his chest simply because of the threat he could be to her mate. “Maybe I am. But you see, there are two things that need to be done in order for that to happen. One I need my humanity on to try and remove the bond that is between myself and him. At this moment I feel no need to be swarmed by those pesky human emotions. Second, in order to break the sireline just as Aya had, I’d need another heart. Unfortunately the only heart I need seems to have fallen off the face of the earth.”

“You mean Hayley Marshall.” Trent said with a nod. “The last we’ve heard of her she had been living out in the woods somewhere. We were obviously close at one point seeing as she killed my informant.”

“Your informant?” Elizabeth asked with a raised brow. “You have people out looking for her as well?”

“Of course I do. It’d be nice to come to you one day with her heart as an offering.”

“That does seem like the best offering one could give.” Elizabeth said with a smirk. “It would be nice to not have my life tied to another.” Elizabeth hated acting the way she was. Every part of her was saying that she shouldn’t be saying these things. It hurt her to say them. But in order to keep up appearances as she had, she needed to do this. “I have witches keeping tabs on her daughter’s magic.” She lied easily. “I find that it is so much easier to keep up with the outburst of magic than to find a hybrid who doesn’t want to be found.”

“You believe her daughter will end up giving their whereabouts.” Trent said as he looked at the other vampires that sat with them. “Whenever we tried something to that extent, we just end up pinging in a small town in Virginia.”

“That is because there is now some training grounds for witches.” Elizabeth said with a roll of her eyes. “The Mikaelson child, however, comes from a strong line of witches.” Elizabeth said as she placed the glass back on the table before them. “Her magic will continue to grow unstable without any kind proper training. Hayley doesn’t have that kind of knowledge and I highly doubt she would trust anyone else with her daughter at this point in time.” As Elizabeth spoke, her hand went to the charm that hung from her neck. There was a comfort of holding it in her hand. “Eventually the child will give off a source of energy unlike any other that she wont be able to hide from. When that happens, we’ll know.”

“We could always use Klaus as bait.” Trent said with a shrug. “Dangle him for everyone to see and Hayley will come to save her child’s father.”

“I’ve done that before.” Elizabeth said with a shake of her head. “It leads to his lunatic exes entering my city and I will not have that. I’d rather deal with a child’s magic than deal with the horde of women Klaus has slept with. They have no use to me but a moment’s worth of entertainment.”

“What about using his blood to track his siblings?” A vampire that had been sitting next to Trent asked. “Wouldn’t it be easier to use a locator spell with his blood to find them.”

“Kelly, right?” Elizabeth said looking over at the woman. “Don’t you think I’ve tried that?”

“We’ve never seen you do it in front of us.” Kelly said with a shrug.

Elizabeth’s eyebrow rose for a moment before a smirk slowly grew on her lips. She looked over towards the side of the room and nodded to the Vampire that had been standing by the entrance to the room. Trent and Kelly watched as the vampire left the room before looking back at Elizabeth. “You wan’t proof, he’s getting just that for you.”

A moment later, Jess walked in along side the vampire. In Jess’s hand were a few key ingredients to do a spell. Coming over to the table, she set things up and placed a bowl and a knife in front of Elizabeth. Elizabeth stood from her seat and picked up the knife.

“Using Klaus’s blood does nothing to find what you are looking for.” She picked up a vial in the other hand to show them. She pulled open the top and poured it into the bowl. She nodded to Jess who began chanting a common locator spell. The vampires gathered around and watched as Jess began pouring the blood on the map before them. And just as Elizabeth assured them, the blood just puddled. It gave no indication as to where the other Mikaelson siblings would be.

“Mine on the other hand,” Elizabeth used the knife and cut into her palm, letting the blood drop on the other end of the map. Jess began chanting the spell again and the others watched as it began moving. It moved along several states before it began to spread around, as if it reached a barrier. “Each time that spell is done, that barrier is up in a different location preventing anything closer being found. She’s got one hell of a witch helping her. As I’ve said before,” Elizabeth plopped down in her seat. “The child’s magic is the easiest way to keep tabs on Hayley. She had an outburst this time last year.”

“I assume that was why you weren’t here.” Trent said as he sat back in his seat, satisfied with what he had seen.

“Believe it or not, I had her with in reach. Once Hope had controlled herself, my trace was gone and the location I had her pinpointed at was empty, with no trace of either.” Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. “The next time, that kid looses control, any witch will be able to feel that energy with how bottled up she is.”

Malakai walked up to Elizabeth and whispered in her ear. “We need to talk privately.” Elizabeth only nodded and watched as Malakai left the room.

“It appears that little project of mine has made some progress.” Elizabeth said as she stood from her seat. Even though she had no idea what it was that Malakai wanted to speak to her about it was a better excuse than anything. “Please do enjoy yourselves while I am gone.” Elizabeth walked away from them and pulled out her phone as she followed where Malakai had gone. She quickly wrote a text message to Hayley before tucking her phone back into her pocket.

“What is it?” She asked Malakai once they were in front of the room Elizabeth had designated as a safe spot with the help of Jess’s magic.

“We have a problem.” Malakai said as he opened the door and walked in. Elizabeth followed him in and her eyes widened once she saw who was standing in the room.

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snarkwrites · 4 years

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fake fic title - Glass Houses

Bless you for this title, anonymous. I wanted to say that before I say anything else. Now that I have, I just want to say that my brain wanted to go two totally different directions with this ( and I’m lowkey afraid you’re not in either fandom, but I hope you enjoy it in the same ) so that’s exactly what I did. It’s one title done two totally different ways?

Heads up, the stranger things one is kind of an au of my own au, oops rip me.

Both are kinda angsty. Kinda. There’s also banter.

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( for the stranger things version ) @rampagewriting |

[ tag list doc - add yourself or I won’t tag ] | [ masterlist ] | [ keep ‘em comin - these are hella fun ]

{ STEVE HARRINGTON x CHARLOTTE (oc) }

Nancy caught up to me just as I got out of Jackson’s car and started to walk towards the double doors of Hawkins High. She glanced from me to the retreating black Impala and bit her lip as if she wanted to say something. Before she could, Barb caught up to both of us.

“Did your dad get a new car?” Barb asked, letting out a low and appreciative whistle at the car driving away before meeting my gaze.

“Nope.”

“Who was that? He looked like he was at least 21.” Nancy’s question was blunt and filled with concern when she asked it. I shrugged and bit my lip, waiting a second or two before answering.

“That was this guy I met over the summer. His name’s Jackson. He was one of the other counselors at that camp I worked at. Speaking of guys, where’s your new one?” I asked the question mostly to get her off my back, the last thing I wanted this early in the morning was one of her lectures.

It wasn’t like she had any room at all to talk, her letters over the summer had been filled with instances of her sneaking out, sneaking around with some guy. She’d been vague about a name, but honestly, I half expected it to be Jonathan Byers. This sweetheart of a guy in our grade that we’ve known since we were babies… And maybe I’ve always thought Nancy made goo goo eyes at constantly, even if she’d die before admitting it.

Before she ever even got to answer me, Steve Harrington appeared out of nowhere and I swallowed hard, giving him my best blank look for a few seconds. “Are you lost, Harrington? The jackasses and their cackling hens are all that way.” I nodded towards where he’d parked his new BMW, where Tommy H currently stood, exhaling smoke through his nostrils and laughing about it. I rolled my eyes before tearing them away.

“Ouch. I totally forgot how grouchy you are first thing in the morning, Charlie.” Steve mumbled, lazily pulling Nancy closer.

I tried, but before I could stop myself, I was flinching a little. Luckily, no one seemed to notice it because Nancy and Steve were all over one another and that only had me tensing just a little more. Yep. this is going to be one hell of a long year.

“It’s Charlotte. I like Charlotte now.” I licked my lips and finally retorted at Steve as I shifted my backpack from one side of my shoulder to the other, tapping my foot impatiently against the concrete of the sidewalk.

Nancy looked from me to Steve and when he pulled her closer, I couldn’t help the split second flinch that came. I bit my lip and spoke up. “This is the dreamy guy, Nancy?” I gave a light snort of laughter and blatantly ignored the pout Steve sent my way as he stared at me over the rim of his dark tinted sunglasses.

What, did she lose her entire goddamn mind this summer? Steve? I’d gotten my hopes up to coming back to find out that she and Jonathan were finally a thing because I just have a feeling about those two.. And I wasn’t the only one, either. One look at Barb quickly told me how she felt about this whole thing and I gave a covert nod, sure we’d both be trying to puzzle it out later between the two of us. I couldn’t wait to hear what Barb had to say about it, actually, because I wasn’t the only one Steve ditched as a friend back then.

“Mhm!” Nancy gave a soft and happy laugh and I had to really bite my tongue.

,, hello, has she totally forgotten the sleepover in 8th where I cried because Steve told me he couldn’t be my best friend anymore because it was ‘weird’? She was all about calling him a jerk then.” I had to literally fight to keep from saying it.

Rather than say any of what I was thinking, what Barb was probably also thinking, I gave a soft laugh and eyed Steve, shrugging. “Have fun with that, I suppose.” was the best I could come up with. Nancy eyed me and bit her lip nervously and Barb tensed, her hand going to her mouth. I literally couldn’t take another second of Nancy and Steve all over one another, so I turned to Barb and asked mildly, “Hey, do you wanna walk down to the girls room with me? So I can show you that thing my aunt got for me?”

“Wh-” she almost asked what thing but I carefully nudged her side and she nodded, the two of us hurrying away. The second the door to the girls room shut behind us, I was pacing and ranting about the whole thing and when I lightly punched the paper towel dispenser on the wall next to the row of sinks, I cradled one hand in the other and swore quietly.

“Feel better now? Did you get it all out? Look… All I’m saying here is that I got over the way Steve ditched all of us a while ago… Maybe there’s another reason you haven’t?”

“Don’t you dare shrink me, Barbara Holland.” I pouted, going quiet before finally admitting to it quietly. “For as long as I can remember, it’s always been me and Steve. We were so close. So close and I just…”

“You kinda fell for him.” Barbara finished and I sighed, putting my back to the bathroom stall and dramatically rolling my eyes upward. I didn’t even have to nod to acknowledge that yes, she was 100 percent right. Somewhere between kindergarten and 8th grade, even though I know it’s stupid and I realize that nobody knows who they love until they’re much older, more mature.. A small sliver of my heart was Steve Harrington. Then he took it and he broke that sliver that belonged to him and since then, I’ve just kind of… Silently been bitter.

The bathroom door burst open and Nancy stepped inside, laughing and lit up, practically glowing. I shared a look with Barb and prepared myself to put on a tolerant face. A happy face, even. Barb gave me a nod and Nancy spoke up.

“What’d your aunt get you?”

“Oh, uh…” my brain crapped out for a minute, and she raised a brow, looking from me to Barbara.

“She thought she bought it but she left it home.” Barb stepped in with the quick save and I mouthed a thank you to her when Nancy was too busy reapplying her lip gloss to notice. “So, what do you think? I mean, I’m still shocked that he likes me.”

,, you’re honestly not the only one.” the thought came accompanied by an almost crippling wave of guilt, especially in light of what Barb and I just discussed. I was getting the distinct impression that this year was not going to be an easy one at all.

The tardy bell had the three of us dashing down the hall for class and I slid into my seat with such force that I bounced lightly off of Jonathan Byers side. He glanced up and over at me for a few seconds.

“Are you okay?” he gave a smirk as our eyes met and he asked the question.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m good.” I said it quickly. Way too quickly. He chuckled quietly and nodded to the textbook I’d just dug out of my backpack. “This is History. Not Biology.”

I locked eyes with him, cheeks burning hot all over. And this literally had me blinking in shock because everything I’d just thought about Nancy being with Steve -and exactly how flustered he’d gotten me in the hallway just popping up like he had, it all came rushing back and I really had to work at shoving it down.

Because I wasn’t like her. I was not going to break girl code. I knew that she’d always kind of secretly liked Jonathan and that most likely, Steve Harrington was just a phase. I also knew that I was totally overreacting and yet...

,, Says the girl whose still being so silly enough to even remotely think she actually loved Steve at one point in time. Or that it matters at all in the grand scheme of life and stupidly refuses to just let go like she needs to.”

“Thanks.” I muttered, digging around a little more in my backpack. When I produced the pack of cinnamon flavored gum, I caught Jonathan gazing at the pack in my hands almost longingly, so with a shrug, I did my best covert lean-in, holding the pack out to him, giving a playful pout when he didn’t reach and grab immediately.

“Oh come on, Jon. Live a little, doll. The teacher’s old, nearly blind and mostly deaf. He’s never gonna know you’re chewing gum.” I giggled softly. Jonathan chuckled at what I said and he took a stick from the pack.

I went back to paying attention to the textbook and about halfway during the class, a folded square of paper landed neatly on the corner of my desk. I glanced up and around, and after confirming that the teacher obviously hadn’t seen it happen, I slipped my hand out, gripping the folded square and slid it back towards me, my bracelets jingling and making me pause a second.

The note was from Steve.

I’m sorry. I miss being your friend, okay? I really miss it. I hope this doesn’t get weird...

There were several different ways I could’ve gone. If I bothered responding. But frankly, the fact that he’d ditch me and Barb like we hadn’t been best friends our entire lives… just because he wanted to be popular and we weren’t good enough at the time… I didn’t bother answering. Letting him sweat it out was way easier.

JUICE ORTIZ x HAZEL TELLER (oc)

“ What’s she doin here, huh?” Juice asked the question to my brother Jax as loudly as possible and I tensed at the chill in his voice, biting my lip. I didn’t turn around immediately because if I did, I knew he’d take one look at me and know he’d hurt me a little. But he was getting good at that lately. So dismissive.

“She’s gonna work the bar for us until she finds a job, man.” Jax exhaled a drag from the cigarette pressed between his lips and finished off the glass of bourbon I’d poured him before the others came in. “Is there gonna be a problem, Ortiz?”

“Just wonderin.” Juice grumbled quietly.

I was finally pulled together enough at this point that I could turn around and face him. With the sweetest smile I could muster, I poured him a glass of his favorite beer and silently shoved it right at him. When a little of it sloshed up over the rim and splattered on the front of his white tee shirt, I shrugged and bit my lip before turning away again.

Naturally, it was Tig who spoke up, clearing his throat. “You two gonna act like this all the time? If the tension gets any thicker in here, I’m gonna bust a nut.”

“Jesus Christ, Trager.” Jax coughed, glaring at the other man. “That is my sister, man. I don’t wanna think about that shit.”

I turned and gave Tig a teasing smirk. “What tension?”

Oh, I know perfectly well what he’s talking about. Nobody’s forgotten the fact that way back… before this MC bullshit crept into his life… Juice and I dated. Then when he pledged, we broke up because at the time, I didn’t want the danger and the pain this life has been known to cause.

Not to mention dear old stepdad. It was pretty much either break things off or risk Clay trying to kick his goddamn head in. Or so I thought at the time. Apparently, I found myself thinking bitterly as I wiped down the bar top, I was wrong because here Juice is, a full member of the Sons.

Obviously, the fact that I’m here and working at the MC would show that my stance on that is changed. And you wouldn’t be wrong, it has. It took me leaving to realize that I threw away a really good thing. A near fucking perfect thing. Just because I was afraid of both letting down my guard and allowing myself to really love Juice Ortiz like he deserved and the thought of losing him due to something happening.

So, I came back. And naturally, now he hates me.

#Anonymous

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obsidiancreates · 4 years

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I Did That Hunger Games Simulator With My OCs

Some, y’all may recognize. Some... you might not. So Naomi is Leilani’s girlfriend (who I may or not have forgotten I’d made until I found the piece again...), and then Serissa, Grant, Glade, Paisley, Kruff, and Karma are from a thing I started writing when I was 12 right after I read the actual The Hunger Games.

Oh and Authoress is a um... well a-an ego... like, she was an apprentice of The Author form Danger in Fiction... I was like 13.

Anyway.

Oh also there’s a Summary at the very end, so um, TL;DR at the bottom I guess.

The Bloodbath

As the tributes stand on their podiums, the horn sounds. Kruff runs away from the Cornucopia. Ferox runs away from the Cornucopia. Evelyn's Mom runs away from the Cornucopia. Serissa runs away from the Cornucopia. Naomi No-Last-Name gathers as much food as she can. Avery Still-No-Last-Name stabs Haley Amandi while her back is turned. (NOOOOOOOO but also fitting because Avery is dating Mary the demon Hunter and Haley is married to a demonnnnn) Carter Clevman runs away from the Cornucopia. Liv runs away from the Cornucopia. Steve Pennerman grabs a shield leaning on the cornucopia. Leilani Kealoha finds a backpack full of camping equipment. Authoress runs away from the Cornucopia. Jessa, Karma, and Ashlyn Searson work together to get as many supplies as possible. (Hmm, interesting group.) Eric Rodriguez runs away from the Cornucopia. Glade runs away from the Cornucopia. Mary Ferrend runs away from the Cornucopia. Grant finds a bow, some arrows, and a quiver. Malum Amandi runs away from the Cornucopia. LavaDestroys runs away from the Cornucopia. Evelyn Serenatis rips a mace out of Paisley's hands. Dee runs away from the Cornucopia.

Day One

Carter Clevman picks flowers. (Good for you, man.) Avery Still-No-Last-Name questions his sanity. (And that takes a lot. He acceppted Demon Hunter with no issues when Mary told him.) Naomi No-Last-Name injures herself. Grant makes a wooden spear. Eric Rodriguez kills Ashlyn Searson as she tries to run. (ERIC NOOOOOOO SHE’S YOUR NEIGHBOR AND FRIENDDDDDD) Liv explores the arena. Mary Ferrend steals from LavaDestroys while she isn't looking. (Heh) Serissa injures herself. (Wh- girl how you are a Mary Sue,) Ferox questions her sanity. (Yeah that’s fair.) Paisley hunts for other tributes. Authoress kills Leilani Kealoha with a hatchet. (NOOOOOOOOO) Evelyn's Mom questions her sanity. Dee sprains her ankle while running away from Steve Pennerman. (Oh no her ghost ankle) Jessa practices her archery. Kruff runs away from Evelyn Serenatis. Glade injures herself. Karma camouflauges herself in the bushes. Malum Amandi injures himself. (Why did so many of them injure themselves?)

Fallen Tributes

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Haley Amandi District 2 Ashlyn Searson District 1 Leilani Kealoha District 6 (TOT)

Night One

Grant receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor. Glade destroys Carter Clevman's supplies while he is asleep. (Damn Glade, you’ve grown ruthless while I was away from your story.) Mary Ferrend defeats Malum Amandi in a fight, but spares his life. (Holy shit wait what the fuck she is dead set on killing him this is nuts) Liv sets an explosive off, killing Authoress, and Steve Pennerman. (STEVE NOOOOOOOO) Evelyn Serenatis and Dee run into each other and decide to truce for the night. Eric Rodriguez quietly hums. LavaDestroys questions her sanity. Serissa tends to her wounds. Naomi No-Last-Name thinks about winning. Jessa defeats Ferox in a fight, but spares her life. (Frenemies...) Kruff goes to sleep. Evelyn's Mom and Paisley huddle for warmth. Karma and Avery Still-No-Last-Name sleep in shifts.

Day Two

Serissa, Jessa, LavaDestroys, and Evelyn's Mom raid Carter Clevman's camp while he is hunting. (Damn. No mercy.) Eric Rodriguez receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor. Karma, Naomi No-Last-Name, Ferox, and Glade raid Kruff's camp while he is hunting. (KARMA THAT’S YOUR OWN TWIN BROTHER!!!) Evelyn Serenatis discovers a cave. Mary Ferrend receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor. Paisley fishes. Liv tries to sleep through the entire day. (Mood) Dee tends to Grant's wounds. Avery Still-No-Last-Name goes hunting. Malum Amandi tries to spear fish with a trident.

Fallen Tributes

2 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Authoress District 9 Steve Pennerman District 7

Night Two

Kruff passes out from exhaustion. Grant looks at the night sky. Ferox begs for Avery Still-No-Last-Name to kill her. He refuses, keeping Ferox alive. (Ferox, the hell?) Serissa, Dee, Jessa, Eric Rodriguez, and Mary Ferrend sleep in shifts. LavaDestroys loses sight of where she is. Paisley defeats Glade in a fight, but spares her life. (I should hope so, that’s your little sister Paisley.) Carter Clevman destroys Malum Amandi's supplies while he is asleep. (The friendly rivalry has escalated.) Evelyn Serenatis throws a knife into Liv's head. (HOLY FUCKING SHIT) Evelyn's Mom begs for Naomi No-Last-Name to kill her. She refuses, keeping Evelyn's Mom alive. Karma loses sight of where she is.

Day Three

Naomi No-Last-Name runs away from Ferox. Glade forces Evelyn's Mom to kill Carter Clevman or Paisley. She decides to kill Paisley. (GLADE! WHAT THE HELL! YOU’RE WHOLE STORYLINE IS HOW MUCH YOU LOVE YOUR SISTER AND WANT TO FIND HER AGAIN!) Jessa receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor. Karma stalks Grant. Mary Ferrend searches for firewood. Dee sprains her ankle while running away from LavaDestroys. Eric Rodriguez searches for firewood. Serissa tries to spear fish with a trident. Malum Amandi scares Evelyn Serenatis off. Kruff searches for firewood. Avery Still-No-Last-Name receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor.

Fallen Tributes

2 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Liv District 5 Paisley District 11

Night Three

Karma quietly hums. Carter Clevman attempts to start a fire, but is unsuccessful. (Honey you are the god of Cleverness how did this happen) Glade receives a hatchet from an unknown sponsor. Grant tends to Dee's wounds. Jessa loses sight of where she is. Avery Still-No-Last-Name tries to sing himself to sleep. Eric Rodriguez thinks about winning. Kruff questions his sanity. Ferox is unable to start a fire and sleeps without warmth. Naomi No-Last-Name and Evelyn Serenatis track down and kill LavaDestroys. (I am okay with this.) Mary Ferrend, Evelyn's Mom, and Malum Amandi cheerfully sing songs together. Serissa receives clean water from an unknown sponsor.

Day Four

Kruff goes hunting. Evelyn Serenatis searches for a water source. Glade tends to Karma's wounds. Mary Ferrend explores the arena. Avery Still-No-Last-Name goes hunting. Malum Amandi receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor. Dee diverts Evelyn's Mom's attention and runs away. Naomi No-Last-Name receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor. Carter Clevman and Grant split up to search for resources. Serissa sprains her ankle while running away from Jessa. Ferox and Eric Rodriguez work together for the day.

(Yay no deaths for the daytime)

Fallen Tributes

1 cannon shot can be heard in the distance. LavaDestroys District 8

Night Four

Avery Still-No-Last-Name passes out from exhaustion. Naomi No-Last-Name looks at the night sky. Ferox sees a fire, but stays hidden. Malum Amandi bashes Dee's head against a rock several times. (MALUM SWEETIE HAVE YOU GONE FULL DEMON BECAUSE HALEY DIED?! HOLY SHIT) Evelyn's Mom goes to sleep. Glade tries to treat her infection. (Oh hey she’s the medic in her story, this lines up shockingly well.) Evelyn Serenatis and Carter Clevman hold hands. (Awww, frens. Dumbasses in crime.) Mary Ferrend and Serissa hold hands. (Wow... you know what, they would actually be cute together.) Kruff and Jessa fight Karma and Eric Rodriguez. Kruff and Jessa survive. (KRUFF DID YOU FUCKING KILL YOUR OWN TWIN SISTER??? YOUR BLIND AND MUTE TWIN SISTER WHO YOU SPENT YOUR LIFE DEFENDING???)

Grant receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor.

Day Five

Jessa begs for Naomi No-Last-Name to kill her. She refuses, keeping Jessa alive. Carter Clevman fishes. Serissa runs away from Evelyn Serenatis. Mary Ferrend tries to spear fish with a trident. Kruff discovers a cave. Avery Still-No-Last-Name silently snaps Glade's neck. (Holy. Shit. Mary taught Avery well.) Ferox overhears Grant and Evelyn's Mom talking in the distance. Malum Amandi makes a slingshot.

Arena Event: Wolf mutts are let loose in the arena.

Jessa is eaten by wolf mutts. (She probably tried to pet them.) Carter Clevman knocks Mary Ferrend out and leaves her for the wolf mutts. (Damn. No mercy from Carter...) Avery Still-No-Last-Name knocks Serissa out and leaves her for the wolf mutts. (DAMN! Avery is fucking ruthless!) Naomi No-Last-Name is eaten by wolf mutts. (Awwww noooooo!) Kruff pushes Ferox into a pack of wolf mutts. (Yeah, yeah this one is fine.) Malum Amandi is crushed by a pack of wolf mutts. (NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) Grant survives. Evelyn Serenatis survives. Evelyn's Mom survives.

Fallen Tributes

10 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Dee District 5 Karma District 10 Eric Rodriguez District 7 Glade District 11 Jessa District 9 Mary Ferrend District 4 Serissa District 12 Naomi No-Last-Name District 6 Ferox District 8 Malum Amandi District 2

Night Five

Carter Clevman sees a fire, but stays hidden. Avery Still-No-Last-Name tends to his wounds. Evelyn Serenatis receives fresh food from an unknown sponsor. Grant loses sight of where he is. Kruff bashes Evelyn's Mom's head against a rock several times. (HOLY SHIT KRUFF I KNOW YOU’RE A TOUGH GUY TROPE AND ALL BUT- WHAT THE FUCK)

The Feast

The cornucopia is replenished with food, supplies, weapons, and memoirs from the tributes' families. Kruff decides not to go to The Feast. Evelyn Serenatis, Avery Still-No-Last-Name, and Grant start fighting, but Avery Still-No-Last-Name runs away as Evelyn Serenatis kills Grant. (Welp, bye Grant.) Carter Clevman falls into a pit and dies. (Of course that’s how you died you dumbass.)

Day Six

Kruff overhears Avery Still-No-Last-Name and Evelyn Serenatis talking in the distance. (And... apparently that’s the only thing that happened all day.)

Fallen Tributes

3 cannon shots can be heard in the distance. Evelyn's Mom District 3 Grant District 12 Carter Clevman District 1

Night Six

Kruff receives medical supplies from an unknown sponsor. Evelyn Serenatis catches Avery Still-No-Last-Name off guard and kills him. (Oooooh, so it’s down to Evelyn and Kruff... this’ll be interesting...)

Day Seven

Kruff attempts to climb a tree, but falls to his death. (Oh. Nevermind, then.)

The winner is Evelyn Serenatis from District 3!

Ahhh, that’s my girl.

SUMMARY

The Bloodbath Avery Still-No-Last-Name stabs Haley Amandi while her back is turned. Day 1 Eric Rodriguez kills Ashlyn Searson as she tries to run. Authoress kills Leilani Kealoha with a hatchet. Night 1 Liv sets an explosive off, killing Authoress, and Steve Pennerman. Day 2 No deaths occurred. Night 2 Evelyn Serenatis throws a knife into Liv's head. Day 3 Glade forces Evelyn's Mom to kill Carter Clevman or Paisley. She decides to kill Paisley. Night 3 Naomi No-Last-Name and Evelyn Serenatis track down and kill LavaDestroys. Day 4 No deaths occurred. Night 4 Malum Amandi bashes Dee's head against a rock several times. Kruff and Jessa fight Karma and Eric Rodriguez. Kruff and Jessa survive. Day 5 Avery Still-No-Last-Name silently snaps Glade's neck. Arena Event Wolf mutts are let loose in the arena. Jessa is eaten by wolf mutts. Carter Clevman knocks Mary Ferrend out and leaves her for the wolf mutts. Avery Still-No-Last-Name knocks Serissa out and leaves her for the wolf mutts. Naomi No-Last-Name is eaten by wolf mutts. Kruff pushes Ferox into a pack of wolf mutts. Malum Amandi is crushed by a pack of wolf mutts. Night 5 Kruff bashes Evelyn's Mom's head against a rock several times. The Feast Evelyn Serenatis, Avery Still-No-Last-Name, and Grant start fighting, but Avery Still-No-Last-Name runs away as Evelyn Serenatis kills Grant. Carter Clevman falls into a pit and dies. Day 6 No deaths occurred. Night 6 Evelyn Serenatis catches Avery Still-No-Last-Name off guard and kills him. Day 7 Kruff attempts to climb a tree, but falls to his death. The winner is Evelyn Serenatis from District 3!

#My OCs #Malum Amandi #Haley Amandi #Evelyn Serenatis #Ashlyn Searson #Carter Clevman #Liv and Dee #Leilani Kealoha #Naomi No-Last-Name #Eric Rodriguez #Steve Pennerman #LavaDestroys #Ferox #Jessa the Irrationality #Avery who still needs a last name #Mary Ferrend

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staytheb · 5 years

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Walk Away

Pairing: B.A.P’s Youngjae x OC [Amanda] Genre: slice angst, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 1,267 Summary: Amanda wonders if she should stay or if she should go, but the more she thinks about it the harder it gets to walk away from Youngjae.

Warning: has not been proof-read since i last shared it... (7 years ago lol)

again, i’m just sharing older works i’ve written over the years onto tumblr just to share them with other fans. also, just like INFINITE, i don’t think i’ll write for any of the B.A.P members as well. then again the group disbanded... D; but the members themselves live on for sure though. anyways, this was also inspired by a song by Olivia’s Walk Away as this one user wanted a fic and i usually don’t do angst or unhappy endings, but had tweaked it to work for me. so yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

"Amanda!" Youngjae called out to her, trying to catch up with her, but Amanda didn't lessen her steps, as she tried harder to move faster, further.

"Amanda!" He repeated once more, speeding up.

She tried to ignore him, but with each call of her name, her pace grew slower and slower.

"Amanda!" He said one last time as he caught up to her and took her into his arms, turning Amanda around to face him.

She just kept her face down, trying to hide the oncoming tears that wouldn't subside. She didn't want him to see her like this, not when all the times he could have, but never noticed. So why did it have to be now, now when she didn't want him to notice at all?

Youngjae grabbed her chin and slowly lifted her face to meet his. "Why didn't you stop when I called out?"

Amanda kept silent, tears streaming down her face, as her eyes stared back into his now pained ones.

"Answer me, please." He softly said, putting his forehead against her, and slowly wiped away the rest of her tears.

She closed her eyes at his touch; his touch that always melted her whenever it came into contact with her. "Youngjae..." She barely whispered, but Youngjae heard it nevertheless.

"Yes?" He returned his attention back on to her.

"I, I, I..." She couldn't let out the words she wanted to say. It was stuck at the base of her throat and so she just resumed her silent mode.

Youngjae looked at her attentively, wondering why his girlfriend was being so closed off; so cold, so distant... so, as if she didn't love him anymore.

The two of them just stood their in the middle of the night just staring at one another. None of them weren’t saying anything or tearing their eyes from one another, none wanting to leave the other presence.

It would have lasted too, if someone hadn't come along to ruin their moment.

"Youngjae!" Another girl called out.

Youngjae tear his eyes away from Amanda and turned to the source that called out for him.

"She wants your attention. You should return to what you were doing before I interrupted." Amanda bluntly said as she broke from his grasp and turned around to walk away, but Youngjae's hand snaked out and took a hold of her wrist to prevent her from leaving.

"Don't go." He begged. "Stay."

"Youngjae!" The same girl called out to him, moving closer.

"Just go away, Isabella. Can't you see I'm preoccupied?" He glared at the girl name Isabella.

Isabella glared right back at him and left in a huff, but not before saying, "Fine, you're lost."

"Were you really just gonna leave me alone with her?" Youngjae lashed out at her, frustrated at his girlfriend.

The angered that had built up in Amanda for the past several weeks finally exploded and she retaliated. "Why does it matter? You seemed to have left me all alone every time she came around. So why would it mattered now?" She glared at him, her tears gone.

Amanda continued her ranting. "You never saw the pain that I had in my eyes every time you would cancel on me to hang out with her. You were always spending your time doing this and that with her when it should have been me and you, not her. I'm the girlfriend, she wasn't, Youngjae!" Amanda words pierced Youngjae's heart, but he was still speechless.

"Did you think it was easy for me to just watch you happily interact with her and she was all over you and you didn't do anything?" She fiercely stared at him, hot tears almost filling the brim of her eyes. "I tried so hard to assume it was just you being friendly because she was new to the town, and your childhood friend. That she was just looking for guidance or whatever. I thought about whether I should stay or go, but every time in the end, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't walk away."

Amanda looked up at him, the harshness in her eyes, dissipating, but now just looking so hurt, so lost, so pained. "I knew that I love you, but I didn't know if I was still in love with you because of this. I'm not trying to leave you, believe me, but none of this was easy for me to go through. Her appearance is not the first time that came between us. Youngjae..." Amanda trailed off, looking away, shutting her eyes as she felt the warm teardrops fall onto her chilled cheeks.

Youngjae just looked at her, taking in all that she had said, processing it in his mind, not ever knowing the pain he had caused his girlfriend because of his thoughtless and inattentive attitude towards the situation.

"Am-" He was interrupted by Amanda next words.

"Should we separate?" She looked up quickly just as she asked this, she soon as quickly avoided eye contact, saying the words that she had been thinking for the last few days that finally let itself out.

"Wh-wha-what?" Youngjae stuttered out. Not believing the words that she had just said as it pierced deeper into his heart.

"I've been confused for the past few weeks; working out the pros and cons of our relationship. There seems to be too many things to work out between us... is there a way we can work it out?" Amanda didn't avoid eye contact with him this time. "Or will I have to find a way to get over you?" She asked, as a teardrop slowly escaped and slid down her cheek.

Youngjae stared into her teary eyes, seeing the struggle behind them and asked, "Get over me? Wasn't I the kind of guy you were looking for? Because I know you're the girl that I've been looking for, Amanda."

Amanda hesitated to answer, but formed the words, "But it seems that love, just doesn't seem like it's enough." She looked up at him sadly, as her shoulders slumped.

After Amanda said those words, Youngjae felt lifeless, and became numb.

Amanda seeing the effects of what her words did to him, she quickly wiped away her face free of tears as she took this chance to get out of his grasp. Although she didn't want to, but she couldn't let her conscious get the better of her again. She looked up at him one last time, and quietly turned around and began to walk away. With each step she took, her heart was breaking piece by piece, her tears again slowly forming and cascading down her cheeks with each step.

Before she could get any further, she felt herself being turned around harshly and crushed into a hug; his hug.

"You are not walking away from me so easily, Amanda." Youngjae said with much truth. "If I were to lose you, I would rather lose you when we grow old." Youngjae's grip became firmer and tighter.

Touched by his words, hearing the conviction within his voice made her believe him. She snuggled closer into his embrace, her sad tears turning into one of relief.

"Amanda." Youngjae said softly, as he pulled the two of them to look at one another.

Amanda looked up at him upon hearing her name. "Yes?"

Youngjae wiped away her tears, with a soft smile. "We'll work it out, no matter what comes our way. We will work it out." He gently smiled at her and sealed his words with a kiss. "We'll walk away together... always with one another."

#staytheb #bap scenarios #yoo youngjae

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juliabohemian · 5 years

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Being a Loki fan: My Journey from Excitement to Despair and back to...Nope, Still Despair

I'm warning you up front that I might say something in here that offends you or that you might not agree with. If that's the case, unfollow me, block me, do whatever you have to do. But do not reblog my shit or comment to argue with me or try to change my mind about anything. I have zero fucks left for people who want to argue about Loki. Less than zero.

When I saw the first Thor movie, my immediate impression of Thor was that he was a bully, that he was a violent, impulsive, pompous ass. And that was not a surprise at all. Because Thor is a classic hero, meaning that he is intended to have a fatal flaw. I honestly thought that the purpose of the film was to show him coming to terms with this flaw (or flaws), and striving to overcome it.

So, when Thor was banished to Earth and it became clear that the plot was headed in that direction, I genuinely expected Thor’s process of overcoming his flaws to include acknowledging what a dick he had been to his brother, and making things right with him. When the movie ended with Loki trying to kill himself (yes, that's exactly what he was doing), I fully expected that the next movie would pick up where the first had left off. I thought that Loki's trauma regarding his adoption and his jealousy of Thor would be addressed.

When I watched the first Thor movie, I had never seen Tom or Chris before. But it was only Tom's performance that had resonated with me. And when the movie ended... I wasn't thinking about what a great guy Thor was, for getting his hammer back. I was trying to figure out how he got it back when he never sorted things out with his brother. All I could think about was Loki being so devastated that he would rather fall to his death than go on. I thought...no way could they just leave it there.

When Loki showed up in Avengers wielding the scepter and behaving like a man possessed, it was clear to me that Loki was not operating of his own volition and might actually be doing so under the threat of death or torture. So, I thought SURELY Thor would notice his brother was behaving strangely and address it. Surely Thor would wonder why his brother was suddenly interested in ruling a realm that he had previously given zero fucks about for the first 1000 years of his life.

Nope. Thor sold his brother out to the Avengers after 3 seconds, even making light of the fact that he was adopted (in case there was any doubt that Thor had been made aware). Thor spent the movie trying to stop Loki, made only one minor attempt to figure out why he was doing what he was doing. Loki stabbed his brother with the smallest knife he could find -which to me was an obvious show for whomever was controlling the "would be king". I was genuinely horrified to see Thor taking Loki back to Asgard with a muzzle on his face.

Fast forward to The Dark World. Loki is on trial for his "crimes" on Earth. Which I found strange because he comes from a realm that pillaged its way to the top via violence. Loki’s trial was hardly even a trial, since no real questions are asked about what he did there or why he did it. Loki's insecurity is off the charts when it comes to Odin. So, I did not expect him to admit to being tortured or mistreated or coerced. I thought it was even possible that Loki thought Odin might be impressed by what he'd done, especially if he’d been brainwashed beforehand. What I did not expect is for Odin to coldly tell his already devastated son that he was being sentenced to life in prison and should basically be grateful that he wasn't being executed, since he was never supposed to survive past infancy to begin with.

Thor broke Loki out of prison, only for his own personal gain. Not because he missed Loki or wanted connection with him. Just because Loki had something he needed. That’s it. And Loki, desperate to avenge his mother's death, allowed himself to be used. When Loki was killed, I was sad. But it was bittersweet. He’d sacrificed himself to save Thor, to avenge his mother. I thought it was a good end to his story. In fact, it probably should have ended there.

But then came the post credits scene...Loki is alive! Okay, I was admittedly glad. But my brain began exploding with ideas. I hadn’t written any fanfiction in a long time. Suddenly I was thinking about doing it again. There were so many possibilities. And if Loki was still alive, that meant it was still possible for him to reconcile with his family. Thor could still make things right with him. So could Odin. His issues could be resolved.

Sometime between Age of Ultron and Ragnarok, I decided to join the fandom online. Although I'd been a fan since the beginning, I had avoided online fandom because it had been a source of stress for me in the past. I thought perhaps things had changed (spoiler alert -they haven't) and that I could find like minded people who were also eager to see Loki vindicated, and perhaps even receive proper apologies from Thor and Odin.

This is the part that you might find offensive. This is the part that will require you to show some restraint and just press the "back" button or unfollow me, instead of feeling compelled to argue.

What I found was a hot mess of people who were either obsessed with Loki's sexuality, or whose perception of Loki was skewed and distorted.

The first wasn’t completely a shock. I've been in and out of fandom since before the internet existed. Slash is hardly new. But what shocked me was that with the wealth of issues this character had developed in canon, people's focus seemed to be how hot it would be to see him taking it up the ass. Not just taking it up the ass, but from his own brother no less. Still can't wrap my head around that one and please don't try to explain it to me. I’m not kink shaming. It just does nothing for me, personally.

I have slashed many characters. I have no problem with homosexuality. My issue with people insisting that Loki is gay is that it validates toxic masculinity. How? Because you are basically agreeing that Loki not meeting the standards for typical Asgardian masculinity means that he must be attracted to other men. Studious? Likes to read? Doesn't want to beat the shit out of people for fun? Graceful? Dresses nicely? Must be gay. Saying Loki is gay is validating the stereotypes asserted by those who insisted there was something wrong with him because he was different. The other reason it's offensive is because most people don't even slash Loki because they identify with his marginalization. They slash him because Tom Hiddleston is hot and even I can't deny that it's fun to think about hot men fucking other hot men.

I want to point out that I don't have a problem with fanfiction. People should write whatever pairings they like. Write every pairing. That's what fanfiction is for. I’ve written lots of slash fanfiction. I'm talking about the aggressive and frankly asinine insistence that Loki is some kind of gay icon, or that any future depiction of him should somehow validate that belief. This phenomenon (which seems fairly isolated to Tumblr) continues to baffle me. If Loki were gay in canon, I would have no problem with it. But the fact is, he’s not. He’s not straight either. he’s not anything. Because his sexuality isn’t relevant.

Sometimes I wonder if people really do want to see representation in canon, though, or if it’s actually the slashing of straight or ambiguous characters that turns them on. Take Versailles, for instance. There’s a delicious canon gay pairing (Prince Phillipe and Chevalier) two extremely hot men who are madly in love and who actually fuck on the show, several times. Where is the excitement about that? Nowhere. That’s where. I could barely find anyone online getting excited about it. If you haven’t watched it, by the way, you should. I did you not, never has two men kissing been so beautiful. But I digress.

Then there’s the other group of people who have reduced Loki to a hetero sex symbol. Their perception of Loki seems to include either a “50 shades of grey” Loki who wants to dominate them, or a “Disney prince” Loki who wants to marry their Mary Sue or self insert OC. And this was not a shock either, frankly. Every attractive male character has such a following in fandom. I was just surprised that someone like Loki, who has SO much substance, didn’t have a larger chunk of his fanbase dedicated to exploring something outside of banging him

Then there were all the people who were convinced that Loki was a bad person, evil, a murderer, wanted to commit genocide etc. I don’t have time to go into that here. Because I’ve written enough about that already. I was genuinely shocked that so many people had watched the same movies that I had watched, but had somehow come away from it completely missing the beauty and depth of this character.

For me, personally, the focus of my interest in a character is almost always to see their storyline properly resolved. If that storyline doesn't involve their sexuality (which I'm sorry, but Loki's doesn't) then I would consider exploration of that to be unnecessary and a waste of time. I absolutely despise is when a character has all kinds of shit going on and writers get lazy by throwing a love interest at them. I'm pretty methodical in that regard.

So, I entered the fandom before Ragnarok, and amidst the anticipation of Ragnarok. I was very excited to see the film. My expectation was very high that it would include some kind of resolution of Loki’s issues with Thor and Odin. Needless to say, I was super disappointed. About the only thing in that movie that was satisfying was its use of Led Zeppelin. I’m a big Zeppelin fan.

And thankfully, I did manage to encounter a small group of like minded fans who also wanted to see Loki’s storyline resolved.

As I coped with my Ragnarok disappointment, I told myself that hey...there’s another movie left with Loki in it, and it’s not being directed by the same guy who directed Ragnarok. Maybe. JUST maybe it will include some kind of resolution for Loki. And it didn’t, of course. It just murdered him brutally in the first five minutes. Because turning him into a rodeo clown in Ragnarok apparently wasn’t enough.

All I wanted was to see someone admit that Loki got a raw deal. I wanted to see someone ON SCREEN say “yeah, you know what? That sucks. I’m sorry you were adopted and then lied to about it. I’m sorry you grew up feeling like less than your brother. I’m sorry you felt misunderstood. You deserve to be loved. Everyone deserves to be loved.”

And I need to just let go of that. Because it’s not going to happen, folks. The MCU is a profit seeking entity. They want to sell tickets and merchandise. They don’t care how Loki feels, or how Tom feels about Loki. They care what Tom can do with Loki to help them rake in the big bucks. That’s it. It doesn’t have to make sense, or be ethical, or be consistent with canon. It just needs to sell tickets and merchandise. That’s it.

And I need to find a way to just not care about this anymore. Because I’ve devoted far too much time and energy to this fictional character already. I’m going to wrap up my current Loki WIP, maybe polish up the one-shots I have sitting in the queue and post them, and exit stage left.

This is one last reminder NOT to reblog this or comment on it, just to argue with me or try to change my mind.

#Fuck you MCU #Loki deserves better #Loki deserved better #just finish this already so I can stop thinking about it #Loki meta #gagnarok #juliabohemian #please unfollow me if any of this offends you #op #lokimeta

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danganronpawritings · 6 years

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Unspoken (Ishimaru x OC Kazuki Saito)

Of course they both knew that something was there, but they both thought that they were just very good friends. Neither had even considered the possibility of something more than that. After all, they both had little experience with friends and no experience with love. … “You know, I could simply stand, Ishimaru-san.” Kazuki said from outside of one of the school’s storage facilities. “Nonsense! You walk with a cane. I won’t allow you to stand for an entire period! Plus, you’re the one that offered to serve as hall monitor with me.” Kiyotaka came out holding a spare chair over his head. “Here, I insist that you take this!” “U-understood…” Kazuki reluctantly took the chair and set it down, before carefully sitting. “Thank you very much, Ishimaru-san. I a-appreciate it.” “Of course! Anything for my friend!” Kiyotaka saluted happily. Kazuki smiled lightly “You just l-love that word don’t you?” “Which word?” “Friend. You say it…rather often.” “D-does it bother you!? I’m sorry, I-“ “N-no, I am not bothered by it at all! In fact, it is…quite nice, to hear someone call me that…” Kiyotaka breathed a sigh of relief. “O-oh…I’m glad, because…” Kiyotaka looked down awkwardly. “I…really like saying it. I’m not…sure why.” Kazuki paused for a moment, almost in shock, before looking at his friend and saying “I feel…e-exactly the same…” “Not surprising, but definitely relieving!” “Good…good.” … The next day during his free period, Kiyotaka was in the library, a common occurrence for him, this time studying Latin phrases. While he was engrossed in the book, Mondo entered the library, his sharp walk contrasting the quiet environment without a word. “Sup man?” Kiyotaka didn’t seem to hear him at all and chose to simply flip to the next page. “Bro?” Still no response. “TAKA! FUCKING LISTEN!” Kiyotaka finally looked up. “Oh, hey bro! Please do not yell in the library. This is meant to be a place of quiet study and tranquility! Nothing should disturb that!” Kiyotaka immediately realized his mistake and covered his mouth. “Well, I wouldn’t have ta yell if ya’d just listen the first fuckin’ time.” Mondo sighed deeply “Anyway, watcha up to? I don’t remember you takin’ Latin.” Kiyotaka’s response was immediate and had some sort of snap to it. “Oh, I’m not! However, Kazuki is taking Latin and I promised to help him. I tried to tell him that he would do well on his own, but he insisted. Something about my ‘superior organizational abilities.’” “Ah, that dandy? I should’ve fuckin’ known. You’re getting close with him, huh?” “Please don’t refer to him as a ‘dandy.’ That’s simply offensive. Also, of course we’re getting close! We are friends after all. Why wouldn’t we be close?” “No, man, I mean you’re gettin’…close.” As Mondo said this he winked as deviously as possible. Kiyotaka responded flatly, completely oblivious to the wink. “That’s…the same thing you just said. I’d ask that you refrain from repeating yourself.” Mondo emphatically facepalmed, whispering “This thick motherfucker.” “What was that? Be clear with your words!” “No, Taka, I mean CLOSE. As in intimate. Ya know, boyfriends? Is that clear enough for ya?!” “Gah…!” Kiyotaka seemed to completely freeze. “Taka?” As if he was a literal broken record, Kiyotaka uttered “Wha…wha…wha…” for an entire minute. Thus, Mondo decide to handle Kiyotaka’s sputtering the same way that he’d handle a real broken record; by punching. As of on cue, Kiyotaka uttered a resounding “WHATWHATWHATWHATWHAT!?!?!?” “Umm…bro? You feelin’ okay?” “NO! I DON’T THINK I AM! I..I FEEL WEIRD! AAAHHHHH!” Kiyotaka put his hands against his head, as if not wanting to hear something. At point, others in the library were beginning to shoot the pair dirty looks. Mondo sighed “Jeezuz.” Shortly, he dragged Kiyotaka out of the library and got him a safe distance away before punching him again, this time in his face. His nose bled a bit, but not severely. Taka clutched his nose on instinct. “B-bro, why would you-?” “Shaddup and listen! Now, ya said you feel ‘weird.’ Good weird or bad weird?” “Both! N-neither! Umm…I DON’T KNOW!” “Keep goin’…” Kiyotaka looked at the ground as he spoke, thoroughly embarrassed “I…I really like Kazuki. I mean…he’s one of my best friends…and this weird feeling…it’s kind of like what I feel when I’m with him…” “What!? Why didn’t ya say somethin’ earlier?” “I…I thought it was normal…” “You thought…a feeling like that…was normal…?” “Y-Yes! Like…like something you feel with all of your friends…” “Didja ever feel that way with me…? Anyone else?” Kiyotaka’s eyes widened and he looked up “Umm…no…” “THEY WHY WOULD YOU THINK IT WAS FUCKING NORMAL!?” “Gah!” Kiyotaka quickly looked down again “U-Umm, my most sincere apologies. I should have been wiser…maybe I should have studied a book on love!” Kiyotaka formally bowed, now furiously crying. Mondo sighed, this time solemnly, and put his hand behind his head “Dammit, I’m sorry…c’mon stop cryin’.” Kiyotaka sniffed “Y-Yeah…Yeah. Sorry…” “So, you were sayin’? I’m thinking there’s a ‘but’ coming up?” “Yes…I told you how I feel…b-but…these feelings…they’re not appropriate for a school environment…” Mondo thought for a moment, and finally came up with the genius response “Why?” “Wh-why…?” “Yeah, why!?” “Umm…b-because…!” “That ain’t a reason.” “I…” Kiyotaka stood for a few minuets, obviously in shocked contemplation. Suddenly, he smiled. It was somehow different than his normal smile, but Mondo couldn’t pin down how. “You know what…I think you’re right bro!” It was now Mondo’s turn to be surprised “W-wait, no shit?” “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have research to do!” Kiyotaka cheerily saluted and quickly walked away. Even if it was an urgent situation, he couldn’t run in the halls. Mondo watched as Kiyotaka walked out of his sight. “What the fuck just happened?” … Kazuki ambled through the halls, reading through his Latin dictionary. While it may have been dangerous for most people to walk and read, Kazuki had never had a problem with it and he didn’t plan to start on this day. He technically should’ve been in the library during his free period, but Kiyotaka has insisted on doing private research before they studied together, so Kazuki found it pertinent to leave him be. “Venditionis. That would be…s-selling.” Kazuki said this aloud, presumably to no one. However, someone did approach shortly after he uttered these words. “Hey Kaz!” Hirono greeted her friend with a small wave. Kazuki looked at her over the top of his book. “Salve Ishikawa-san! Quid tu agis?” “I’m just putting up posters for our school fundraiser.” Hirono held up some blue tape and then sighed sarcastically “Send the girl with two prosthetic legs to put up the posters. Great idea on the student council’s part.” Kazuki replied with equal sarcasm “Sent you…that’s odd. I seem to r-recall you asking to be put on the job because you needed more service hours for your degree. Perhaps I’m simply mi-misremembering. ” Kazuki snickered, though not loudly enough for Hirono to hear. “In any case, do you need a-assistance madame?” “Some Ultimate Gentleman you are! That should have been the first thing you asked.” Kazuki adjusted his glasses nonchalantly “You directed sarcasm towards me first. I simply re-retaliated. So…sh-shall I take that as a no, then?” “Yeah, no, I don’t need any help. After all, the student council gave ME this job. I’ll do it, no problem at all!” “Th-that is what I like to hear. I m-must congratulate you on you efforts, Ishikawa-san.” “Aww, thanks Kaz. Hey, speaking of the student council, how are you and Taka doing?” Kazuki donned a confused expression “Th-that was…a sudden change of topic…” “C’mon, just answer the question! How are you two doing?” Hirono asked this question with a slight touch of urgency. “Umm…I am…n-not exactly sure how to answer…” “Why’s that?” “Well, f-for one thing…Ishimaru-san and I are two different people. To answer your qu-question, I would need to give you…t-two answers…” “Umm, Kaz, that’s not exactly what I meant.” Kazuki then grew a bit more confused “��Then…wh-what did you mean…? Hirono showed her disappointment plainly “Do you really not have any clue what I’m trying to imply here?” “N-no, Ishikawa-san…I do not even have the f-foggiest notion…” “Geez, okay…umm…ah, yes! Kazuki, have you ever wanted a boooyfrieeend…?” Hirono made sure to stretch the last word in a semi-suggestive manner. However, Kazuki took no notice if this but instead said “D-do you insist on attempting to c-confuse me today, madame?” “What?” “I have m-multiple male friends. I…assumed that you were a-aware of that…” “Ugggggh…” Hirono clenched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “E-excuse me, am I…causing you undue stress? M-my apologies, I r-really should-“ “No Kaz! Boyfriend! One word! You get me!?” “No…” “Huh…!?” “What is a…’b-boyfriend?’” Kazuki uttered the final word with air quotes. “…” “Madame…?” “ARE YOU SERIOUS!?” “Umm…I-I…” “HOW CAN SOMEONE SO SMART BE THIS SOCIALLY DUMB!?” “P-perhaps you could calmly explain to me what a…’b-boyfriend’ is…? It’s possible that I am aware of it, just…under a d-different name.” Hirono sighed solemnly “Okay. A boyfriend is a guy that you want to have a closer relationship with. Like love.” Kazuki’s look of confusion didn’t fade. “…” “Kazuki?” “I…d-do not get it…” Hirono looked both shocked and crestfallen “Wh-What’s there not to get?” “Many things…the cl-closest thing that I can relate to this ‘boyfriend’ is a husband, but…there are m-many differences there…” “H-husband!? Nonono, a person is a boyfriend BEFORE marriage and then they become your husband!” “B-before…marriage? Th-there is a…step before marriage?” “What are you talking about!? Of course there is!” “Not that…I have e-ever know of…” “…WHAT!?” “Everyone that I have ever kn-known, including my parents, has had a spouse p-picked for them…by their parents or legal guardians. They often meet for the f-first time on their wedding day. Also, they do not marry for ‘love,’ they m-marry…for money and/or status.” Hirono covered her mouth in shock. She was sad, but couldn’t explain why. “D-damn…sometimes I…forget how rich you are…” Kazuki noticed her recoiling “I-l am really n-not trying to f-flaunt my money or to be a-arrogant I am just…I am just so genuinely confused right now…I have no idea what we are speaking about…” “B-but that’s…s-so…fucked up!”Hirono began to cry. “H-Hirono…!” Without even asking, Kazuki hugged Hirono “Dang it…wh-what kind of Gentleman am I…? T-to make one of my best friends cry…disgraceful…I…I apologize…” Kazuki let Hirono go. “D-don’t apologize Kaz. I just feel…I’m fine now! Thank you!” Hirono smiled genuinely, despite her tears. “Y-you are welcome…” … Hirono found Kiyotaka in the library the next day, which was no surprise to her. He was readying a book called “Relationship Milestones: How Long Should You Wait?” Hirono began to think it might be good that she was about to interrupt him. Taking a more tactful route than Mondo, Hirono tapped on Kiyotaka’s book. As soon as she did, he quickly marked his page, closed and put down the book and snapped to attention. “Ah, Hirono! Nice to see you my fellow student council member. How may I help you?” “Taka, all this research is…to ask out Kazuki, right?” Kiyotaka’s expression instantly changed to panic “Wha…wha…h-how d-did-“ “I heard about it from Mondo. Listen, I think that you might want to…give up…” “Give up? Why!?” “Well…you know how rich Kazuki is, right?” “Of course. He comes from one of the richest families in Japan, the Saito family. Both of the elder Saito’s are now deceased, so Kazuki had inherited both of their fortunes. How does this relate to the topic of me giving up?” Hirono thought “Does this guy seriously research…everything?” However, she said, “I’m getting to it! Well, I heard about what you’re trying to do from Mondo two days ago, so yesterday I saw Kaz and tired to…y-you know…” “No, I don’t.” Hirono twirled her hair awkwardly “I tried to…help things along…” “H-help things…along…?” “That’s not important right now!” Hirono seemed borderline furious about that part. “So, we talked for a while, and…since he’s so rich…he…” Hirono looked obviously sad. “H-Hirono, do you-“ “No I don’t need help.” Hirono retorted “He’s only ever seen arranged marriages, Taka! He wasn’t even aware of what a boyfriend was until I told him yesterday! He’s never even…heard of a marriage for love.” “…” “Taka…the concept of love is foreign to him. It took him such a long time to understand love between friends and he’s never really experienced true familial love…I doubt that he’d understand romantic love.” Kiyotaka had his eyes closed, thinking deeply “Hmm…” “What is it?” Kiyotaka suddenly opened his eyes “I truly thank you for the information, Ma’am, but I must respectfully refuse to give up! If anything, this is only a reason to try harder!” Hirono was dumbfounded “T-Taka…” “No battle was ever won by giving up! Battles are won trough uncompromising hard work and discipline! This situation is no different…I’m sure that I can do it! I’m a hundred percent sure, in fact! I want to be the person to make him feel that way…I want to…help him understand…” Hirono sat for a moment, processing the information that she had just been given as if she was a buffering computer. When she recovered, she smiled lightly and said “Well then…you’re a lucky man, Kiyotaka Ishimaru.” Kiyotaka smiled in the same manner “Let’s hope that I am.” … The next day Kiyotaka was in the student council meeting room, pacing. He had about a thousand thoughts at once, but couldn’t pin any of them down. So, he simply continued pacing and looked at his watch. It was just about coming up to the meeting time though Kazuki always said that being on time made him five minuets late. Then, Taka heard a knock at the door. It was, of course, his invited guest. “I-I am…so very s-sorry to be late, Ishimaru-san!” Kazuki bowed, gritting his teeth in embarrassment. “That’s not a trouble at all, Kazuki! Please, sit down.” Kazuki did as he told “So, what did you…want to talk to me a-about?” “Umm…I-I…Ahem, uhh…” “Ishimaru-san, wh-whatever it is, I’m sure that it’s not as big as you’re m-making it out to be.” “Ah!” Kiyotaka’s eyes widened, but he seemed more motivated than surprised “Okay…okay, this may sound rude, but…Hirono informed me about the conversation you had with her. About…the arranged marriages and such…” “Arranged marriage…? I’ve never heard it called that, but I s-suppose that…would be accurate…A-apologies, go on.” “So…would it correct to say that…love is an alien emotion to you…?” The words felt heavy as Kiyotaka said them. Kazuki was suddenly stuck silent, but he nodded his head slowly. Kiyotaka sat in a chair directly facing Kazuki and breathed in heavily “I understand…love…romance…it’s all so…foreign to me…but…I look at you and I know that…I want to figure it out for you…with you…b-by…e-experience…” Kazuki stayed silent for a second, though ever moment seemed like an eternity to Kiyotaka. “I-Ishimaru-san, a-are you…!?” “Yes Kazuki, I am…I am asking you formally now…would you please do me the honor…of being my boyfriend?” “I…I…I…” Kazuki paused for what must have seemed like a millennia “Y-Yes…” “D-did…did you just…say yes!?” “I…th-think I did…!” Kiyotaka smiled the widest he had in ages “Th-thank you so much Kazuki! This…this is the happiest I’ve been in such a long time! I almost can’t believe that you said yes!” Kazuki smiled as well “I…r-relate. So…what kinds of things do umm…‘boyfriends’ do…?” Kiyotaka cleared his throat “Uhhh, well, according to m-my research, I’ve found some things that would…work at this stage. So, first of all, boyfriends usually sit close to each other…” Kiyotaka immediately moved his chair to be closer to Kazuki “…and, they do things like…like holding hands…!” “Holding…h-hands…?” “Yes, it’s just like-“ Kiyotaka carefully took Kazuki’s hand in his own “-this.” “Ah, I s-see. What is the p-purpose of this?” “It is to reassure your partner! To make them feel safe knowing that you’re there.” Kiyotaka looked own at their linked hands with a smile “At least…that’s what this means to me…” Kiyotaka rubbed the back of Kazuki’s hand with his thumb “D-do you…do you like this, with our hands joined?” “Y-Yeah, I think I do…my h-heart is beating irregularly fast.” “Ah, that’s normal. No need to worry, you don’t have condition! That’s what I though at first too, but apparently that’s just a common reaction when your partner is near!” Kazuki looked genuinely surprised “Interesting…” Kazuki looked in to Kiyotaka’s eyes “A-anything else?” “Well, we could also…say nice things to each other…” “Nice things…? L-like what…? Could I have an e-example?” “Yes, of course! So, for example…normally I’d say that behavior like this was against school policy, but…Kazuki…” Kiyotaka squeezed Kazuki’s hand slightly and looked into his eyes “Y-you’re…you’re worth breaking a rule for.” Kazuki blushed severely “Ah…! Th-that was…” “W-was…was that good?” Kiyotaka said hopefully. “Y-Yes…great…” “Good! I was practicing that for a while! I meant every word of it too!” “L-let me try…um…I…I’d break my Gentleman’s Pact for you…” Kiyotaka now blushed equally “K-Kazuki…!” “Did I…?” “Yes! That…felt amazing to hear!” “W-were there any other things…?” “One more. We can give each other nicknames or what are know as pet names.” “P-pet names?” “They’re little names that we call each other and only each other. Things like honey or darling. Myself, I think I’ll just stick with your name.” “Y-Yes, likewise.” “Understood! Instead of calling you Kaz like everyone else, I’ll call you Kazu…is that fine?” “Y-yes…I like it!” “Very well! What would you like to call me?” “Umm, everyone calls you Taka, so…maybe I could call you…Ishi?” “Sounds great to me!” The two of them sat together holding hands for what felt like an eternity and a single moment all at once, until the school bell rang. This was the first time that neither of them were sure if they actually wanted to go to class. Reluctantly, Kiyotaka stood and Kazuki shortly followed him. “Well, let’s go to to class Kazu!” Kiyotaka smiled at his new boyfriend “Y-Yeah…here we go Ishi.” The pair then walked out of the student council room…still holding hands.

#danganronpa imagines #submission

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aingealcethlenn-archive · 7 years

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Bullet Babe

Characters - Adam Cole, Lauren (OC), Mention of the Young Bucks, Cody Rhodes

Pairing - Adam x Lauren

Summary/Request -okay my request is : Lauren is a childhood friend of Adam Cole. She knows how he is, what he is but she still loves him anyways. One night she signs with ROH, therefore joining the women’s roster. She surprises him backstage that night and the two reconnect. She was his first love as he was for her. What happens when the good girl turns bad and joins the Bullet Club and he lets it slip that he loves her?

Word Count - 1,816

Warnings - Mild language...and a little fluff (If you spot any other warnings I should add, please let me know so I can edit this post to include them!)

A/N - I am SO sorry! 1) for taking too long, and 2) for branching away from your request a little :( Hope you don’t mind!! It’s a bit off for Adam...idk why, but the right words just wouldn’t come out :-? So I completely and entirely apologize for this monstrosity...

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Story:

Walking around backstage, Lauren was still in awe. Even though she had officially signed with Ring of Honor Wrestling about a month ago… this would be the night her career changed.

See, Lauren had managed to catch the attention of Cody Rhodes. He thought she would be the perfect addition to the Club. Her attitude, her talent, her passion for the business. She was exactly what the Bullet Club needed.

Cody had mentioned it to Kenny, and the two of them had a couple meetings with Lauren before she finally agreed to join. When she was signed with ROH, they had the perfect opportunity to finally bring her aboard officially.

The catch was, they hadn’t told the other members about her… not even her name. They all knew there was talk of bringing someone else on board, and they had all agreed, based on what they had heard, to have her join. None of them had met her, aside from Kenny and Cody.

Lauren knew the Club. She knew the members, and she knew what to expect. She also knew, this would mean that she would be working close with Adam Cole.

It had been years since she’d seen him last.

They had grown up together. Trained together.

He was her first crush, her first kiss, her first love. Then he had left.

Their careers took them in different directions for several years. Leaving them to never cross paths again. At least, not until now.

So, there she sat. Knees bouncing, hands running over her face. Just waiting. Waiting for her chance to reveal herself.

With a knock on her door, she knew it was time.

“Yea?” she called out.

“We’re headed out. You ready?” A voice called back.

Walking to the door, she opened it slowly. Just enough to see the person standing there through the slit.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” she assured with a small smile.

“You sure you can do this?” Cody questioned, a brow furrowed.

“Yeah. I got this,” she solidified her smile as she looked up at him.

“Alright... See ya out there.”

She closed her door, walking back to her bag. Lauren quickly wrapped her hands, giving the guys a little extra time to get to the ring. Finally ready, she took a deep breath and opened her door.

Making her way to the staging area, she grabbed a mic and prepped herself. Listening to Adam ramble on about this and that, so she would know when to walk out the curtains, and preferably NOT fuck up.

It was show time.

“I’m sure you’re all curious who this new member is supposed to be, right?” She heard Adam prompting the audience.

The crowd cheers loudly in reply. They’ve been teasing this new member for months, but never dropped any hints as to who it might be.

“Well, we’ll get to that.” He smirked. “First, I hear there’s a new princess in Ring of Honor?”

The crowd erupts, knowing exactly who he is talking about.

“Seems all of you have taken a liking to her?”

Another round of cheers can be heard backstage.

“She’s wild, I’ll give her that,” Cody added. “But she’s too… good.”

“From what I hear, she needs to calm herself a bit. Could stand to get a little - what is it?” He snaps his fingers a couple times, as if trying to think of the words. He looks between the Bucks and Cody, who share the ring with him.

“Oh yea! A little rougher around the edges.” He laughs at his own comment.

That was her cue.

She stands just behind the curtain, tapping on her mic. As if to check if the sound is on. All four men look around, baffled by the interruption.

The lights go out. Soft blue and purple lights illuminate the arena instead. Finally, she makes her presence known.

Stepping from behind the curtain, and walking down until she stood in the middle of the ramp before she says a word.

“If I remember correctly, Adam, you always liked me just the way I was.” She cocked her head to the side, looking up at the four men. Though her gazed was fixed on one in particular.

“Well, well, well,” he began.

“Oh no. You’ve had your time to talk. Now it’s my turn,” she interrupted, a smirk playing on her lips.

Adam leaned on the top rope, just watching her. Doing his best not to break character. He hadn’t seen Lauren in years. Despite the time, he still felt that knot in his stomach seeing her. His heart was racing.

“I seem to remember you used to like my wilder side?” she teased, all a part of the act - of course - but this was getting fun. “What was it you used to tell me about my crazy?” She tapped her cheek, playfully thinking.

“Oh yes, that’s right. That it turned you on.” The smirk she leveled up at him could knock out a horse. She had clearly seen his eyes widen and a pink tint form on his cheeks.

“Do you really want that part of me gone, Adam?”

She started to slowly walk the rest of the way to the ring as she continued.

“I was your friend, your,” she whispered into the mic, “lover.”

Lauren started making her way up the steps on the corner of the ring. Her eyes never leaving Adam’s.

“Hell, you used to tell me I was your diamond in the rough. What happened to all that, Adam?”

“What are you doing here, Lauren?” he questioned, hoping his voice wouldn’t break as he watched her stepping through the ropes.

“Well, you were talking about me so much, I figured I might as well come join you so you could say it to my face.”

Now standing right in front of him, she could hear his breath catch.

She offered a sweet, innocent smile.

“Why? Why do you want to change me now? I thought you loved everything about me?” She shrugged. Taking a step back.

She starts walking around the ring a little as she presses on.

“You never know! If I change any more, you might start missin’ havin’ that old me around.” She cocked her hip and looked toward Adam over her shoulder suggestively.

“Is there a point to your rambling?” He cocked his head slightly, looking her over appraisingly.

“Sure,” she said in a very mono-tone, matter of fact, way.

Lauren stepped up to him again, holding her hand out to shake, eliciting a very confused look from Adam, Nick and Matt. Cody, on the other hand, had a rather mischievous smile on his face. He was proud of her, for being able to hold it together and pull it off so perfectly.

“My name is Lauren, and I, am your new teammate.” Her eyes, and lips, formed the perfect evil smile and glare.

“What?” Adam took a small step back, almost in shock.

Lauren felt an arm drape over her shoulder. She never took her eyes off Adam though.

“She’s right, guys!” Cody squeezed her shoulders a little in a hug.

“Well, Princess. Welcome to the team.”

Nick and Matt embraced her in a hug, before the five of them gathered in the center of the ring. Each throwing up a simple Too Sweet as the lights went completely out again.

As the five members of the Bullet Club made their way to the back again, Lauren felt an all too familiar arm wrap around her waist. A smile tugged at her lips, but she kept her composure and kept looking forward as they walked.

Once in the back, Lauren went to walk back to her locker room when she felt a tug on her wrist. Stopping and looking down to see the hand wrapped around her much smaller wrist, her eyes drifted up to the eyes of the man holding her back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice sounding more like a low growl.

“We haven’t talked in years, Adam,” she replied softly with a light shrug. She wasn't gonna make a big deal about it. “Didn’t think it was overly important to tell you anything. Besides, I would have missed that beautiful, dumbfounded look you offered when you saw it was me…” she smirked.

“Fair enough.” He seemed to realize his still present hand upon her wrist and dropped the appendage. “Can we talk now, then?”

“Here? No.”

“Locker room?” She watched as his eyes softened.

“Fine. Mine.”

Lauren turned and started walking toward her locker room again. She could hear Adam’s footsteps behind her, knowing he was keeping his distance.

Once they got to the door, he stepped around her. Opening the door, he let her pass inside first before following. Adam closed the door behind him.

Standing for a moment, he set his hand against the door and dropped his head. Gathering his thoughts, his courage, and his voice, he finally turned to face her.

She was leaning against a table, feet and arms crossed in front of her. Just watching him. He hadn’t changed much, still the same beautiful eyes, tantalizing smile.

“I’ve missed you,” he said quietly. Affectionately.

“Coulda fooled me,” she retorted sharply, her tone harsher than she intended.

“I’m sorry. I should have done better with keeping in touch. I just… “

He looked down at her feet, trying to keep himself together.

This was a different side of him. One Lauren hadn’t seen in a very very long time.

“It’s fine.” She stood up, and slowly made her way toward where he stood. “We both made mistakes, alright?”

“No, it’s not alright.” He looked up, finally meeting her eyes. “I love you, and I got scared, and I fucked up.”

“Wh-What?” She took a step back.

He had never said… those... words before... Sure, she knew he liked her, hell maybe he did love her - but he had never actually said those three words out loud.

“You heard me, and I mean every word of it.”

He reached out and rested his hands on her waist. Gripping just tight enough, he pulled her toward him until she was flush against his body.

“I was stupid. And I’m sorry. How about you let me make it up to you?” He smiled down at her.

A knock, and the clicking of the door opening pulled their attention away from each other.

“Hey, Lauren, have you seen--” Cody paused when he saw the two standing together.

“Ah, nev-er m-ind then,” he dismissed awkwardly, smiling nonetheless.

Lauren had told Cody a little about her past with Adam, and he was happy to the two re-connecting.

“I take it you two made up then?” He quipped with a wink and a wide grin.

“We’re working on it, Cody,” she said with a lighthearted edge to her voice.

She looked up into Adam’s eyes. Her smile so wide it reached her eyes. “We’re working on it.”

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OCs #1 + #2

in other news, i have way too many ocs. i can’t even. i hate myself. but these two dorks are two of my favourites and also they come as a pair so i have to post them together. it just can’t be otherwise, mate.

so here we’ve got actual murder child celia and soft, book-nerd horatio. me? have a problem naming characters so i just name them after shakespeare’s characters? would i do that? it’s more likely than you think. incidentally, i hate epithets so much. how do you come up with them? i don’t have a clue.

@hundredsunny enjoy my nerd ocs (i’m thepinkfluffyunicorn btw, this is just my one piece blog). they’re both idiots but i love them.

NAME: jernigan celia EPITHET: the nightwalker - because she murders people at night, truly an imaginative name. NICKNAMES: lee (literally only horatio gets away with this), most people just call her by jernigan unless they’re close friends. AGE: 21 (pre) 23 (post) BDAY: 1st of december BIRTHPLACE: arden island in the grand line - a foresty spring island with lots of big, terrifying monsters. heck yeah. GENDER: female HEIGHT: 5.8 WEIGHT: 69kg HAIR: black, v straight. EYES: dark. APPEARANCE: celia is this tol girl with kind of medium-brown skin? she looks vaguely arabian? she tends to tie her hair back with complex plaits that mean things in her culture. she has one that means honour, another that means something overcome and three for each member of her family that were killed or went missing. the rest tend to vary depending on the situation. her style is very casual when she's not in assassin-mode. jeans and a graphic t-shirt are her sort of thing. with strong boots that can handle lots of work. she also has a leather jacket that she pinched from a shop in loguetown once. she loves it. she does, however, love the chance to dress up. she goes for really gorgeous dresses that are all long and shiny. but she only rarely gets the chance. when in assassin mode, she wears tight, dark clothes with a hood and light shoes with a good grip. and knives. lots of knives. SMELL: the blood of her enemies. FAVE FOOD: lasagne FAVE DRINK: berry cider (and by that, i mean the sort we have over here that's alcoholic) FAVE SEASON: summer REPRESENTATIVE NATIONALITY: welsh BOUNTY: 100 000 000 - but not for celia the person, just for the nightwalker the assassin. they don't know who she is. because she’s a snek. DEVIL FRUIT: none! PROFESSION: private assassin CREW: none PERSONALITY: celia is an angry bean who wants to fight you. she's pretty good at concealing her feelings, but is pretty much at ease with them. she's fine with being a pretty emotional person. she's also hecka oblivious. she doesn't notice when people flirt with her. it just goes right over her head. horatio thinks it's hilarious. she would 10/10 flirt back if she realised - not that she's actually any good at flirting. her version of flirting usually involves knives in some way. she loves her knives. a lot. never leaves home without them. has named all of them and can actually tell them all apart, even the ones that look identical to literally anyone else. she loves horatio a whole lot. would literally tear the world to shreds for him. he's basically her brother in every way that actually matters. he makes her laugh when nobody else can and is the only person who can draw her out of her own head when she gets lost in her thoughts. he's also basically the only person she cares about. she hates slavers and murders them. she also appreciates money a lot. would definitely rip you off if you gave her the chance. she has a big thing about being able to make her own choices and having control over her own life - a consequence of being a former slave. she's also illiterate, so that's a problem. she doesn't deal well with being reminded of it. horatio's tried to teach her, but she's probs dyslexic so she struggles a lot with it and doesn't have the patience to actually commit to learning it. anyone who calls her stupid will face her knives. LIKES: her knives, horatio, generally pasta, tomatoes, alcohol, murdering evil people who own slaves, pretty dresses, make-up. DISLIKES: slavers, feeling stupid, spring because she has a pollen allergy WEAPONS: celia has knives. celia's life is made up of knives. she loves her knives. she would marry her knives. she's also very good with her knives. HISTORY: celia was born on arden island which is a pretty cool place. mostly forest with a few villages and a few bigger towns. no big cities. celia's home village was on the edge, looking out onto a beach and the ocean but with a forest at its back. it had one of the only three docks on the island so they saw a lot of business from both marines and pirates. anyway, a couple of years later, celia's little sister - rosalind - was born. celia and rosalind were really close as kids, they both loved to explore the forest outside their home. but when celia was nine, slavers raided their village and a bunch of people were killed, including celia's parents. both celia and rosalind were taken as slaves. they managed to stay together at first, but when they were sold at sabaody, they were seperated and celia never saw her sister again. she became a celestial dragon slave and everything was pretty bad for a while. when she was fourteen, yuji - a former marine who'd started his own group of rebels separate to the revolutionary army because he didn't think dragon was doing enough - freed a bunch of slaves of which celia was one. celia joined up with his group because she didn't have anywhere else to go and yuji taught her how to fight and kill. he basically used her as his assassin, sending her out to kill his enemies. celia adored him though, he had saved her and yuji was pretty good at making people like him. when celia was eighteen, yuji brought horatio back severely injured and celia watched horatio get better and then - in her eyes - steal her place at yuji's side. see, that was kind of yuji's shtick, manipulate people into caring about him and then pit them against each other so that they didn't band together and turn against him. so at first, celia was super jealous and that meant that she and horatio did not get along. at all. they fought constantly. but because celia was no longer quite so focused on by yuji, she started noticing how...awful and manipulative he was toward horatio. she noticed how often he'd emotionally abuse and manipulate him and make him feel like he owed yuji the world. which, she realised part way through, was pretty much exactly what he'd done to her. so she started trying to befriend horatio. at first, horatio didn't trust her. but they did slowly become friends. and celia started trying to convince horatio to leave with her. because she could see how much damage yuji was doing to him and she was Not Okay with it. horatio completely ignored her at first, but bit by bit she managed to convince him that yuji wasn't as good as he thought. and eventually, they managed to run away and headed for the grand line together. this would be when celia's about twenty. they basically set themselves up as slaver-hunters. they assassinate big people in the slave-trading business and, along the way, celia looks for her little sister.

and the next dork.

NAME: tveit horatio (not that he uses his surname) EPITHET: NICKNAMES: AGE: 18 (pre), 20 (post) BDAY: 4th of january BIRTHPLACE: icthus island in the north blue GENDER: male HEIGHT: 5.6 WEIGHT: 55kg HAIR: horatio has floppy, straight white hair. and yes, that is natural, he hasn't gone white because of stress. although he 10/10 probably would have done, if that was possible. EYES: blue APPEARANCE: horatio is actually? pretty good-looking which makes celia hiss because then people start trying to flirt with him. he's mega lanky, noodle arms all over the place. a smol boy who is just...v short, for a guy. he was tol once, back when he was like eleven, but he hasn't grown since, so......concerning. for added shortness appreciation, he's shorter than nami. chopper is the only straw hat he's taller than. this is hilarious to me. he also appreciates looking good, so most of his clothes are pretty well-made. he likes the woollen top-coat over jumper and shirt Look because he thinks he looks distinguished. celia think it makes him look like a nerd. he has a lot of pretty horrible scars all over his body, so he tries to stay as covered up as physically possible. he likes the coat because it covers his neck when he keeps the collar up. and whenever he can get away with it without looking weird (read, whenever it's not too hot for it) he likes to wear a dark red wool scarf that he knitted himself. he likes a good pair of oxford shoes, but he tends to wear boots more because they're easier to run and fight in. he also carries throwing knives, but they're normally under his coat. he uses a long, black cane to walk - because his hip is really badly damaged and he has a bad limp. but! at least he has a cane with which to look cool and also to break the bones of his enemies. SMELL: butterscotch FAVE FOOD: banoffee pie FAVE DRINK: hot chocolate FAVE SEASON: autumn - he likes the colours and anything pumpkin/pumpkin-spice flavoured. REPRESENTATIVE NATIONALITY: norwegian BOUNTY: currently none and they're desperately trying to keep it that way. DEVIL FRUIT: none! PROFESSION: spy - as in, he spies and finds information about targets for celia, who then kills them. CREW: none PERSONALITY: horatio is an anxious nerd, okay? he's such a nerd. he's actually on the autistic spectrum so he has Special Interests such as astronomy and history. he also fixated on linguistics years ago and has never let go. he tends to feel emotions really strongly and cares a whole lot, but struggles a lot with both processing and actually showing his emotions. feelings in general are very confusing to him. he tends to do his absolute best to ignore his feelings until they become overwhelming and cause him to shut down. he sometimes loses his language when that happens. he also has OCD. so that's a fun time. he's pretty charming when he needs to be though. v flirtatious, which is hilarious considering he's hecka aro-ace. he knows how to make people do what he wants them to do. an important skill considering his job. but don't let any of that fool you, horatio is actually an idiot. sometimes he does stuff and he doesn't even know why he did the thing. he just did it. when he isn't on a job, he doesn't think about the consequences of his actions. he just acts on impulse. he's a dumbo. LIKES: books, history, linguistics, astronomy, dancing, pumpkins, stimming and also the ocean in general - horatio loves the ocean a lot. DISLIKES: potatoes, his family, slavery + slave owners, having Feelings(tm), lilies because he's allergic, bad rulers/monarchs, the marines as a whole annoy him a lot because he thinks they're all idiots which, i mean, in all fairness.... WEAPONS: like i said, he uses throwing knives a lot and also his cane which he can swing around with deadly efficiency. not to mention, nobody ever takes it away from him when he's going into places where weapons aren't allowed. you know that scene in lord of the rings: the two towers where the rohirrim are trying to take gandalf's staff away from him but gandalf's like 'you wouldn't take an old man's stick away from him, would you?' and they let him keep it. that's horatio. horatio is not above using his disability to manipulate people. HISTORY: okay so horatio was born on icthus island. but he wasn't just a random person. he was born into the royal family! specifically the tveit family. he had five brothers and a sister. all of them hated him. the tveit family is awful. in general. they're cruel rulers. so pretty much from day one, his family were terrible to him. see, they picked up pretty quickly that he was Weird because it took him like four years to talk for the first time and then it was in full sentences. and from then on, he was just...odd? from their point-of-view. they were really stiff and formal and, also, they owned slaves. because why not? at first horatio wasn't against what they did both to others and also to him, because he didn't know any better, but then. a thing happened. his nurse - aurora - who helped him to speak and taught him to handle his anxiety and sensory issues when his family would just dismiss or punish him for his bad moments, was blamed for a theft when he was nine. it was actually horatio's older sister who broke the thing that was 'stolen' then lied about it and...everybody knew. but that didn't really matter to the king and queen, so they executed aurora for theft. and horatio lost the one person who actually cared about him. it was this that really jarred him out of the whole 'this is okay' thing and he realised how awful everything they did really was. and he started trying to protect the slaves in their palace. but that just made his family more annoyed with him. and so it carried on for, like, five years in pretty much the same way. horatio did something that upset them, they beat him for it or locked him up or starved him. everything sucked. and then everything really went wrong. when he was fifteen, he made the terrible mistake of befriending a slave called antonio. antonio was from the grand line - specifically alabasta! - and told him stories about the nefertari family who are amazing rulers and so kind. horatio low-key didn't believe him, but he still has a vague dream of going to alabasta and meeting nefertari vivi and her father. but then horatio's brother found out about his friendship with antonio. before then, horatio had mostly just tried to protect the slaves, but had never actually befriended them before. his brother was disgusted at the idea of his younger brother actually befriending a slave and 'disgracing their family' in such a way. his brother told their parents and... they had both horatio and antonio brought before them. after confirming that what horatio's brother had said was true, they executed antonio. but they didn't stop there. instead, they cheerfully went on to sentence horatio to death for disgracing the family name. they basically had him tortured for days. his siblings went to town on him. and after like two weeks, they left him outside the palace to die on his own. and it was here that old yuji found him. horatio was barely alive, but yuji took him back to his nearest base and managed to save his life. this whole fiasco - btw - is why horatio needs a cane. which sucks. horatio's family believe that they murdered him, so they had this big funeral for him ala sanji and the vinsmokes, except they actually think he's dead. and this is the big reason why celia and horatio are trying to hard to make sure he doesn't get a bounty. because they do not want to risk his family finding him again. so we already know how the whole thing with yuji went. celia realises what's going on and tries to convince horatio to leave. but it takes him forever to believe her because one of the big issues that his family left him with is that, well, he has absurdly low expectations for how people treat him. in his mind, if they're not physically abusing him, then everything's cool. because they're not as bad as his family. so that's why it took her so long to convince him. horatio's about seventeen when they leave.

CANON TIME-PERIOD CONNECTIONS: they - as a duo - have their first encounter with canon one piece characters about half-way through the pre-time skip era? they arrive in alabasta post-war and end up in a Fiasco that leads to them meeting vivi. which was their intention anyway because horatio really, really wanted to meet vivi. vivi gets on with horatio the best - the old both being royals thing really helps with friendship, apparently. celia spend roughly half the time pouting because she thought horatio liked vivi more than her. she is easily made jealous. but they do end up friends in the end and it's all good. vivi told them stories about the straw-hats and as a result, the Dynamic Duo really want to meet them. just because of that. they end up leaving about enies lobby time and heading off along the grand-line for more adventure. and murder. that too. they also run into old jewelry bonney part way through her journey, after they leave alabasta. celia fights her. then they end up bonding over mutual pasta appreciation. so that's nice. horatio was Amused. i haven't fully thought through their time-skip existence, but i know that celia wants to meet luffy even more just so she can congratulate him on punching a celestial dragon. the day she heard about it, she literally cheered. it was great.

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