Bradley crying out for Maverick during the scene when they're both certain they're gonna die-
The panic in his voice, the fear that settles there. Knowing that Maverick is trying everything he can and its not enough and oh, god, he's gonna die like his father but Maverick is here. Mav, who took him to his baseball games and practiced in the back yard with him; who got him his first suit for homecoming and even when tbi ga went to shit, even when he didn't invite him to graduation after his mother died, he still showed up and cheered so damn loud.
Mav, who has only ever wanted to protect him.
He's scared, and Maverick is scared- and the only times Mav has been scared was at his mother's initial diagnosis, when Ice broke the news about HIS diagnosis, and now here.
And if Mav is scared, then he sure as hell is scared, too.
He doesn't want to die.
Not yet.
Not here.
He hasn't apologized for cutting Maverick out of his life yet, hasn't told him everything that he made him miss, hasn't gotten to make amends.
Not yet.
Please, God, not yet.
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replaced mc!au drabble
based on the fic @azlrse wrote cause ive been having it burn slowly in my brain
pronouns used: they/them - mc is gender neutral (this is my first time ever writing for gn!mc sorry if it’s not too good!)
tw: reader has an anxiety attack, crying, mentions of physical pain
theres also a part where one of the brothers talks; you can imagine the one you were involved with as as the one that is speaking during that scene
“We’re looking to have another exchange program.” Lucifer said. “We’re conjoining all three realms once more to have another successful year."
Successful, huh? Tell that to President of the Student Council who now stands as the gateway for human exchange students. The wound was still healing from the hurt the brothers induced on them.
"Have you asked Solomon for another human sorcerer?" MC had asked calmly, keeping their composure for when they had asked the question to Lucifer, and to the rest of the brothers.
The eldest brother nodded. "We've already found one human student, all we require is a second one."
The human president had closed their eyes and thought slowly. Placing their hand under their chin, they pondered long and hard about the decisions and outcomes.
Should they say no, and not only risk an imbalance of the realms, but also limit the possibilities of a student having an once-in-a-lifetime experience to stay in a different realm?
Or...
Should they say yes, and risk one of their own students going through the exact same thing they went through all those years ago?
The seven brothers practically bore holes into MC's figure that was situated behind the large mahogany desk.
The guilt had never left them ever since the day that they left the House of Lamentation. Each and every single one of them knew, that deep down, they were guilty for all that happened. Pushing them away, neglecting them, not allowing them to be with any of the brothers, and worse of all; abandoning the one person that dared to pick up the broken pieces of their family and put it back together with bleeding hands.
They had done so much for them; and yet they still put them through something far more worse and painful than hell itself.
"I will need time to think this decision through. Both with my student council, and myself." MC's voice broke through the uncomfortable silence.
The brothers had exchanged looks and nodded. The room turned cold and quiet once more, nobody daring to say a single thing as MC started to write down the details they had just heard from Lucifer about the program.
"We're so sorry, MC."
Their eyebrow twitched in annoyance and anger.
"There is nothing to be sorry about-"
"But we-"
They looked up at the brother who was speaking, glaring them dead in their eyes as they slowed their speech.
"This was simply a proposal, was it not? I ask that you keep it that way." MC demanded in a low tone.
The brother that had spoken closed their mouth, and shied away from the crowd. Of course they would still be upset. Asking for a demand this huge from the one they'd hurt was practically like asking for death on a silver platter.
“Are you planning to have three human students again? Or are you going to do the two students like you should’ve done before?”
They all deserved that jab.
“The King and I have stated only two exchange students will stay for one year.” Lucifer said, crossing his arms over his chest. “The exchange program only hosts two students from each realm for the entire year.”
The President started unimpressed. “I do hope so.”
More silence filled the room as MC started to write more words in their agenda.
After a while, they finally finalized their request and placed it in their folder.
“I will get back to you as soon as I can once the council, the Dean, and I have all come to a conclusion.” MC spoke, the stern and cold look still etched into their facial features.
Lucifer stood up after they did, the rest of the brothers standing as well to say their farewells to MC for the first time in so long.
“You can take your leave.” MC said, opening the drawers of their desk and finding a place in the drawer for the papers that were exchanged.
As the brothers said their ‘thank you’s in silence, the door finally closed with a click, and they finally let their tears fall from their eyes.
After all those years, the President thought they could be strong.
But their pact marks still burned into their skin.
The memories that were carved into their brain never left.
The nightmares from that night, the evenings before, never left.
The days spent crying, they never stopped.
The days spent in spite of hating the person they were in the past, it never faltered.
They had become the epitome of what their past self failed to be, and yet, they merely crumbled at seeing the brothers once more.
They were hopeful, for a sliver. But they had built their defenses for years.
Sorting through the folders, MC's fingers brushed upon an old framed photograph that was shoved to the back of the space. It was of all the brothers, the king and his butler, the angels, Solomon, and themself in the middle. Smiling. Grinning. It was their birthday in the Devildom.
That was when everything was still perfect. When everything was still fine.
Gripping the frame in their hands, they let out a choked cry and hurled it across their office; the glass shattering on impact when it had collided with the bookshelf.
They fell to the ground, holding their head in their hands and curling into a ball as hiccups and fat tears escaped their burning eyes.
“I was a fool to expect anything from them anymore.”
And yet, while they were all alone in their office, the seven brothers stood outside.
Guilty and ashamed.
What had they done?
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What Flavor is Your Soul?
Salt
Ah. little kraken, bold are you. Restless sailor, dauntless fighter, lower your sword, let me see your shield. Ah, of course, they are but the same object. Oh wave-tossed ruffian, lend me some of your mettle would you? You have been struck by the sharpest of spears yet you still stand here proudly. But off your guard, elsewhere of the battlefield, you will find your spirit can parch others. Your words are but weapons crafted from your soul. Little lion, sheathe your claws, or the ones you love the most will suffer. You do not have to be strong all the time. love, there's nothing wrong with being soft. Vulnerability is not weakness, and if it were, what's wrong with that? Strength is not always your greatest tool, your heart is good. Put down excalibur, and use your words. You'll find they will carry you much farther. Not everything in life is a battle.
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The number thrums in her mind, over and over — her total ammo, the limit she cannot challenge, the ticking clock that times the mission.
It’s easier, counting bullets. Mary can focus. Her mind steadies itself through the number instead of painting pictures of what could happen if it all went wrong, conjuring crimson from Shannon’s lips, broken bones, limp muscles.
The halo, yes, it can heal, but it had belonged to others before. Mary knows. One day it might, it would belong to —
She grips one of her guns, glances at Shannon, ready beside her.
Shannon smiles.
Mary counts again.
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