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hollyhomburg · 4 years

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Viking! Packtan|| how do the others react when they find out about the readers past, how do they find out in the first place? Like does she just decide one day to tell them or does the past suddenly becomes present when she meets someone from earlier and it sets her off?

(Okay so this au has some pretty heavy content, you definitely need to read this ask in order to understand the events of this ask. Please be mindful of triggers as it’s not my intention to trigger anyone with this story, the warnings for this chapter are: murder, assault, PTSD, and panic attacks, )

I think they come to the compound one day, shortly after all of them have realized that they’re probably going to you know- all become a pack together one day. (there is a difference between like- the larger pack, and then Namjoon’s personal pack, as well as a hierarchy of interpack groups at which namjoon’s is at the top)

She’s deeply embedded in their lives, she’s Yoongi’s right hand in the infirmary and has become one of the more respected members of the pack after her success in stopping an injured omega from miscarrying. most of the pregnant omegas like to go to her now, not that yoongi wasn’t more than enough before but she has a certain steadying presence for an omega

Something deep in Yoongi’s gut has a word for it- and it’s pack omega, the title that Seokjin currently holds, he bounces the idea off of Seokjin one evening, and Seokjin agrees “I’d be lying if I said the idea had never crossed my mind”

she’s decided that she’s not probably not going to be leaving anytime soon. She likes her little cabin that namjoon’s put her up in (Even if she like spending nights in the packhouse more, she’s spent a few nights cuddled up with Seokjin and jimin after long says, some nights with them too)

She likes seeing yoongi every morning, sitting with them at communal dinner times, likes taking jimin and Seokjin into the woods to teach them about herbs and have their help searching for things, she likes the way that Hoseok will watch over them, making them feel safe. The soft tender touch of Jungkook’s hand on her arm when he sees her lifting something heavy or the little things. she loves all of it, wants all of it, everywhere this is headed.

you love it when Namjoon stops by for tea in afternoons. You make your own blende often, and namjoon absolutely loves your mixture. You’ve even given yoongi a little sachet of it to take home with him to the packhouse for Namjoon to have in the mornings, a special wake up blend. And Namjoon feels soft and thinks of you every time he has a cup, Seokjin coming by to ruffle his hair and tease namjoon for his warm cheeks.

He’s always careful when he comes by to ask if you need anything, but he’s already done more than enough giving you blankets and warm furs to make sure your comfortable and warm. you as always, turn down his offer as you pour him a cup of tea making sure to hold the old teapot carefully so that you don’t cut your fingers on the chipped handle.

And a few days later- you find a new set on your front stoop. it’s pretty basic, just simple glazed red clay with tiny flowers pressed into the side with a stamp, you know that taehyung has a love for pottery, he makes all of the tableware for the whole compound, and you know it must have come out of his workshop. And you think about being mad about it for about half a second before you realize that namjoon had actually been attentive enough to meet your need without having to ask.

it’s just another day at the compound, you and jimin reclining in the Cloverfield behind the infirmary building, jimin had been sweet enough to bring you and yoongi lunch from the kitchens. And you’re lazing around now, enjoying the warm midday before the chilliness of an afternoon in spring starts to settle in. “ugh, I can’t believe that another pack is coming for dinner tonight” and you perk your head upon from where you’re resting in Jimin's lap (a new thing in its self that makes the heart beat quick, stiffening a little every time he sets a purple clover in your braid)

You cock your head, and yoongi answers your unspoken question “we share a lake with them on our northern border, and we meet once a year to talk about it, even though namjoon really doesn't like how they treat their omegas, he keeps trying to change their minds without trying a hostile take over.”

“You know namjoon- he’ll take the nonviolent route whenever they can, but you don't have to worry about them, they wouldn’t dare touch an omega on pack grounds, namjoon’s been clear that he won’t stand for that.”

You don’t really think much about it, not really even thinking about it other than it’s going to be a pain to have to deal with some asshole alphas over dinner. The whole pack is called in for a feast and through the rush of dinner preparations. alphas and omegas and betas helping alike. The 500 members or so of the pack tend to look at group feasts and evening meals as communal, the kitchens providing food to whoever might want to eat outside of their own homes.

You know other packs don’t operate that way, but namjoon has always been a sort of idealist, and the living her is more collaborative, and you’re helping just as much as Jungkook and Taehyung are. Jimin and Seokjin directing the mass of people until they slip away to Namjoon's rooms to get ready.

Though the mood isn’t as joyful as usual, a little on edge with outsiders so near, it’s comfortable, everyone shouting out orders and requests for more hands, its a kind of clamor that you’ve started to enjoy, and maybe the fact that you’re enjoying yourself is why it hits you so out of the blue.

You’re just helping set a jug of water and wine on each table when they walk in. alpha lee and his younger brother, the same man whose initials are burned into your side, covered up by your own marks and still- they’re there. they’ll always be there just like the marks he’s left on your mind, no matter how hard you try, you’ll always feel a little bit like an animal while the rest

The metal jug of wine slips right out of your hands and clangs on the slate floor, splashing up against your pants

Long skirt and staining the edge bright red. “ooh no your skirt!” Jungkook cries, holding a stack of chairs probably 10 high, “I need to go” you say, voice surprisingly even and level as you head slowly back towards the private rooms of the packhouse, slowly, as to not arouse suspicion. if you ran they might see.

Your hands are shaking as you finally make your way down the corridor, mind racing, you could shut yourself into one of the side rooms, maybe find a closet and lock the door from the inside and wait until later, slip out and go and wait in your cabin, sitting up with a knife in your hand until the night passes, or maybe it would be safer to hide in the woods until tomorrow when they left- maybe you should-

Before you can make a decision, you hear footsteps behind you. “I was wondering where you’d landed, not surprised you’d lower yourself by coming to a pack like this petal” you’d always hated that name- the name he’d given you after hed bought you.

You’re frozen, your mind going back to all of those moments, every time he’d hurt you in private as you turn slowly, keeping your eyes down, he’d beat you more than once for looking him in the eyes. “my name isn’t petal”

You shake when he gets close, stepping back when he tries to reach out, and he quickly walks you back into a corner, his hand meeting your cheek gently to cradle it but it still makes you flinch,

“You still have a sharp tongue,” he croons, “I’ll be sure to cut it out this time.”

next part coming soon~

#Anonymous #packtan #assult #murder #trigger warning

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pi-cat000 · 5 years

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MSA: For want of a box

Okay. So, this is based on this post by @totallycorrectmsaquotes. I love this dialogue interaction btw and it’s been saved my draft folder since I first saw it.

Summary: Vivi and Lewis fluff. Arthur’s there as well.

It’s a relatively nondescript and quiet afternoon in the garage. No clients. Nothing for him to fix. Not much in the way of official work. Uncle Lance, in between bouts of grumbling over the lack of activity, has long since vacated the space, retreating to the scrapyard where he’d spend the rest of his evening dissembling vehicles for parts. Thus, Arthur is left alone to tinker in comfortable silence.

Hunched over his workbench, bent at an unnatural angle, his back is aching and his eyes a dry, but Arthur is close enough to finish that he has been holding off taking a break. A wire sparks. Arthur leans in for a closer look, safety goggles firmly in place, hovering inches from the bench. He peers at the garget, trying to locate the potential fault.

Arthur is so focused that he doesn’t hear Vivi’s car pull up. Nor does he hear her walk across the gravel driveway. However, he definitely notices when she storms into the workroom, a ball of flustered activity. The lazy atmosphere stands no chance, dissolving in her wake. Before he’s even done registering her sudden appearance, or the fact that her face is red with blush, she has walked right up to him and slapped a hand down on the bench.

“Arthur, I need a box!” Vivi demands.

He straightens, pushing away from the fiddly assortment of wires. Slowly, he reaches up to pull down his goggles.

“What sort of box?” Because how else does one respond when faced with such an unexpected statement.

“Don’t care. As long as it’s heavy.”

It’s not entirely unusual for either Vivi or Lewis to show up at the garage unannounced, eager to discuss whatever has caught their interest, whether it be a hobby, gossip or something else entirely. Arthur is terrible at answering his phone, and it’s not like he goes out a whole lot, meaning rocking up at the workshop really is one of the best ways to get a hold of him.

Recently, all Vivi’s sudden visits have been decidedly Lewis- themed. Coincidentally, Lewis’s visits have, in turn, been very Vivi centric. Arthur’s not sure what a box has to do with Lewis but, based on the blushing and her flustered appearance, there is probably some connection.

“Okay?” He prompts, “Can you give me a little more detail?”

Vivi huffs, and crosses her arms, “Due to personal reasons, I will be sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box.”

He opens his mouth to comment and is cut off.

“Don’t ask why. I’ll be taking the box and leaving thank you very much.”

It is a testament to all the long hours he has spent listening to Lewis awkwardly dance around the fact that he is completely besotted with Vivi, that Arthur managers to put two and two together.

“Lewis said ‘I love you’ and you said ‘thanks’, didn’t you?” He can’t help the grin threatening his mouth because that would totally be a thing Vivi would do. Yep. There’s the blush again.

“The reasons are personal!”

“Uh-huh. I’m sure.”

“You’re laughing. Stop that. This is serious.”

Arthur quickly attempts to straighten his features into something neutral, “I’m not. I take everything seriously.”

Based on Vivi’s exasperation, he is unsuccessful.

“Now you just look constipated,” Vivi insults, one part amused and one part embarrassed. The fact that Vivi’s all prickly, like an irritated cat, makes stamping down the grin all the more challenging.

“I can't look at you like that,” She eventually snorts after watching what probably looked like a bunch of facial spasms, “I'm getting a glass of water. When I get back you better not be laughing." The threat is punctuated with a dramatic spin. She storms off into the house, taking the air of chaos with her.

"No promises," He calls, watching her disappear through the side door. Alone again, he chuckles softly, reaching to pack away his equipment. Most likely, he'll be spending the rest of the afternoon hanging out with Vivi.

Of course, Vivi's not even gone a second before Arthur hears the sound of a second car pulling up out front. He pauses in his packing, looking to the open garage doors. There is the distinct rattle of Lewis’s old hatchback and the familiar crunch of heavy footsteps approaching. Now the question was; would Lewis recognise Vivi’s car, or would he be too distracted?

With timing befitting a romantic comedy, Lewis’s silhouette materialises and hesitates at the entrance. It is a bright sunny day, making the contrast between the two spaces jarring. Lewis squints, waiting for his eyes to adjust.

"Lewis," Arthur greets to catch the other man's attention.

A relieved wave is the response, "Arthur. Do you have a moment? I can wait if you're busy."

"Nah. I'm free. I’m actually packing up for the day. What's up?"

If Lewis considers it odd that Arthur is finishing at three, he doesn’t comment. Instead, he comes forward, snatches up one of the extra folding chairs that live to the side of the garage doors, and plonks it down right at the workbench.

"I've ruined everything,” Lewis says with 100% certainty, slumping into the chair. His thoroughly depressed, miserable expression adds to the dramatic cloud of melancholy wafting about the man’s head.

“I’m sure, whatever’s eating you, it's not that bad,” Arthur reassures, wondering when Vivi is going to be back with that glass of water. Any second now, probably.

"No, no. You don't understand. I said it. You know the thing. The thing I’ve been waiting to say. I kind of blurted it out suddenly. She gave me this look like I was an idiot. She said 'thanks!'”

Arthur coughs to hide his smile, "…and that's bad?"

Lewis hesitates. He doesn’t get a chance to reply because he’s interrupted by a very confused Vivi.

“Lewis!”

Based on Lewis’s absolute shock, Arthur thinks that no, the other man had not noticed Vivi’s car in the driveway.

Note: Sometimes you just gotta take a break from the angst and write fluff. If I continued this I would probably develop it into a LewViArt fic, but for now it’s just LewVi.

#MSA #mystery skulls animated #fanfiction #ficlet #Vivi Yukino #arthur kingsmen #Lewis pepper #lewvi #lewisviv #fluff #diologue prompts #inspired by others

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