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wildflowertips · 3 years

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Hi! I was curious if you had anymore Kuroko fic recommendations? Thank you! 🥺💗

hey! 🥺 i do have more kuroko fanfic recs. i didnt know what type of kuroko ship you wanted, so here are a few from some kuroko ships <3:

Kagakuro Recommendations

the flower that blooms in adversity by aotetsu

When Kagami falls for Kuroko Tetsuya, a famous prostitute from the red light district, he manages to find a whole lot of trouble and a person worth it all.

this fic deserves more love and attention. kagami love for kuroko absolutely made me sob

Brothers in Woo by buttwade

in which Himuro jokingly offers to help Kagami win Kuroko over and the joke's on him

kagami is drunk & himuro cracks jokes. this fic is funny. jealous!kuroko

Beastly call by TCon

"You mean," Kuroko started. "You'd be my Heat Partner?" He didn't expect Kagami to explode into a myriad of different shades of red more impressive than his own hair. "Y — yeah tha's what I'm sayin'!" for some reasons he lapsed into english with an odd accent. KagaKuro Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics & Sex Pistols AU - Fusion

Lots of smut in the beginning. there’s crime, suspense, and i read this fic like 5 times.

Stamina Training by tnsxbunny

As the weakest member in the team, Kuroko stays back after basketball practice to train on his stamina. Kagami watches from afar and decides to show Kuroko what real stamina training is.

SMUT. SUCH GOOD SMUT. thank u

The advantage of being Kuroko by heartfilledteddybear

mayuzumi hits on Kuroko & Kagami gets jealous 🥵

Akakuro Recommendations

Forget me not flowers in our hair by miniaturepsycho

When Kagami is captured by a beast Kuroko doesn't think twice and bargains to take the red head's position instead but it seems that there is more to this castle than meets the eye, and what has it have to do with forget me not's?? Basically a beauty and the beast AU that I decided to do after seeing the live action (which I totally did not cry at, not at all!!) COMPLETE

Contains Aokaga. Akashi as beast & kuroko as belle. So good 🥺

All I ask by TsuruKuni

"It's none of your business." "Tell me, Aomine. How can it be none of my business when you're throwing away the only person I've ever wanted?"

THIS FIC MADE ME SOB AT 3 AM. I highly recommend listening to ‘All I ask’ by Adele. I promise you will cry. Aokuro & Akakuro.

Bridezilla by DancingMarshmallows

Weddings are stressful... try helping people plan them. With two months to get everything together, a bridezilla and her bitch of a maid of honor, and finding love at the worst time, Kuroko would be lucky if he makes it out alive.

CEO!Akashi & WEDDING PLANNER!kuroko. you will not regret reading this one.

That Ridiculously Long Dance by Harmonia_Silverberg

Aomine, Kise, and Kagami never learn, do they? But apparently their "joke" works in Akashi and Kuroko's favor this time.

literally one of my all time favorite akakuro fanfic

What Would Chihiro Do by anewtinystory

Akashi is dating Kuroko, whose two brothers are very protective of him.[Based on a Tumblr anon's prompt: Nijimura and Mayuzumi are Kuroko's brothers; while Nijimura approves of Akashi, Mayuzumi feels the opposite]

slight smut. protective bros. i love it sm.

Aokuro Recommendations

Traded Mistakes by Acetate, Chrystie, exuberant_imperfection, kate882, luckypen

For the prompt: Aomine having an accident and losing his memory so all he remembers is being best friends with Tetsu and he doesn’t understand how that could stop.

Angst, oh the angst 😫😭.

Third time’s a charm (or maybe fourth) by LajtHane

Aomine really didn't mean to crash into him at Quidditch practice.

HOGWARTS AU. if that doesn’t temp you, idk what will. My fav Aokuro fic.

Maybe a touch of your hand by skinandbones

[Written for AoKuroWeek 2015]: Aomine moves into a new apartment and befriends a ghost boy.

no bc this fic made me cry too. pls read it 🎶ifwehad5moreminutes🎶

The Boyfriend Jersey by exuberant_imperfection, kate882

Kuroko, in a half-asleep mistake, ends up wearing Aomine's jersey to school.

THIS FIC IS CUTE SUCH DORKS

Hey, Come Here Often? by imabignerd

In which Momoi holds his magazines hostage, Aomine hates everything and everyone, and Kuroko is politely bewildered.

Aomine crushes on the lifeguard!Kuroko & Momoi is a little shit about it 😌🤍

Midokuro Recommendations

It’s Always your Fault! by warsandwich

Kuroko and Midorima are secretly dating, but Takao finds out their secret. De-anon from the anon meme.

Short, sweet, & funny 😌.

Partnership by Fayah

Their partnership starts in English class, but like everything else in their lives, turns into a matter of basketball.

Midorima really cares for Kuroko 🥺

Midokuro Ficlet by pandacchii

based off of imagineyourotp blog post: "Imagine your otp confessing while they were half asleep" Pairing: Midorima/Kuroko

short story but it’s really cute ☺️

An Unexpected Alignment by cinnaelle

Midorima Shintarou does not expect such a reoccurring encounter. But the wheels of fate are turning and Akashi moves his shogi piece.

well-written i love it sm. deserves more praise

The Way You Come Undone by oshare_banchou

"Midorima Shintarou is completely silent during sex. And Kuroko, who is both fascinated and frustrated by this discovery, wonders just how much it would take to make him come undone." - Kuroko/Midorima, in that order

do i need to say more? 😫

Kikuro Recommendations

Careless Whisper by DarkWoods

When Kuroko is dared to come up with some dirty talk, no one expects him to be good at it. Certainly not Kise.

my favorite kikuro fanfic. flustered!kise & tease!kuroko

如果的事 (If) by stormterror

People fall in love in many different manners. Love feels like many different things to many people, but Kise Ryouta thinks there's nothing that quite beats the feeling of being in love with Kuroko Tetsuya. [kise/kuroko]

SO GOOD I CRIED I SMILED SO HARD. pls kikuro deserves the world

Wires, Connecting by Bakagami

It's like being blind but not, like touching air, grasping at straws, voices dissipating and reverberating.

This story is locked so you need to login into ao3 to read it. PHONE SEX & DIRTY TALK 🥵

He Promised by imabignerd

Kise promised he'd smile for Kuroko the whole way through, all the way to the end.

Zombie apocalypse AU. Death. sobbing violently.

It’s a Small World by SilentSilhouette

Kise tries to find his soulmate through social media. Soulmate AU where a picture of your soulmate is tweeted to you on your sixteenth birthday.

This one made me crackle & laugh😂😂

Murakuro Recommendations

No Such Thing as Too Much Vanilla by plumtrees

Kuroko and Murasakibara have baking days. What do you mean it isn't canon?

baking!boyfriends & fluff 😌😉

Vanilla Cream by yoimrei

Murasakibara eats Kurokos ass after something Ahomine says which sparks his jealousy.

here me out first, the ass eating in this is *chef’s kiss* 🤌🏽🤌🏽

Philia by DarkWoods

That time Murasakibara and Kuroko started kinda-sorta fake dating, and kinda-sorta never bothered to break up.

Still going & i love this writer sm. i read all their stories 😙✌🏽

Lavender Secrets by SailorHikarinoMu

Kuroko was the one to bring out his true love for basketball, which had been hidden from prying eyes since the beginning. It was one of those things he was unsure whether he should feel grateful for, but all the same, it did mean something. What this 'something' was, exactly? Murasakibara did not know. Not yet.

FLUFF AAA FLUFF

Rainy by overdose

Kuroko listened to the rain pouring, and more importantly, Murasakibara's steady breathing.

smut. couch sex. size difference. 🥴

BONUS

Hanamiya Makoto/Kuroko Tetsuya

Scotomas by Darkenedcrystal

After the game against Jabberwock, Kagami goes overseas and Kuroko finds himself without a light. A slightly angsty, rather light-hearted story about what happens to Kuroko after Kagami leaves. Features teens finding their way around life, Seirin without a light, the Generation of Miracles being a family, the teens finding love and appreciating the heartbreaks. Kuroko tries to find his own style without a light, and stumbles into the darkness that is Hanamiya Makoto instead. Extra chapter added!

love this fic so much. downside: akashi is kinda a dick

Of Unlikely Friendships, Sneaky Bets, Shogi and Sake by itsthechocopuff

Imayoshi had introduced his two favourite kouhai to each other as an experiment. He did not predict they'd get along so well, both being shadows, but they did, and they worked, oddly enough. Hanamiya brought out the worst in Kuroko, while Kuroko brought out the the best in the other; and they both caused heartattacks to unsuspecting teammates who could not believe their darling shadow was not as innocent as he seemed.

you wont regret reading this one omg

Haizaki Shougo/Kuroko Tetsuya

A Taste That Lingers by therealmoyashi

I couldn't say anything, and that was alright because he didn't want an answer. I'll never forget the way that tasted. Yeah, I thought, he ruined me.

i cried reading this for the first time. out of character kuroko

By the Tomatoes by Wayfarer_Rye

It starts with a blue-grey t-shirt that says "Nothing but Net".

Haizaki wants to try again.

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missorgana · 3 years

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would everything be different today?

characters/pairings: thor and loki, loki/mobius

fandom: marvel cinematic universe

rating: general

word count: 3913

warning: canon character death

summary: Prior to Loki's arrest, Thor attempts to save them and is arrested by the TVA himself. And sure, he doesn't understand much of this institution, but he's pretty sure this Mobius has taken a liking to his younger sibling. (pre-canon, thor pov)

(still obsessing over loki, who’s surprised? no one! half of this fic was written at 2am when i was Not sober, my beloved Cat / @howgodforgives read it for me tho because they’re perfect!! 💖 this is an au... supposed to happen pre-canon... inspired by this post and this post, i love them too much and simply mashed the 2 concepts together so ya. enjoy ??)

read on ao3

Thor thought he could just do one thing. And when Steve revealed his plan about utilizing their time traveling device, just one last time, the offer his friend came with for him to go back was something he had to.

He had a chance to save Loki.

Now, he knows this is far from thought out, far from logical, and Thor never told Steve when he himself was traveling to. They trusted each other, Avengers and all.

Thor knows he could save their mother, too, if he wanted, but perhaps grief was clouding his vision because he’s simply lost too many, and he’ll be damned if he’d let Loki slip away from him after everything they’ve been through.

They were making progress… weren’t they?

It surely couldn’t be another one of his tricks, and although Thor has been naive in the past, he simply can’t lose her. Not now. Not yet.

And so he goes back for them, and he gets there, he’s on the ship, Heimdall and Loki and Valkyrie and Korg and Thanos , and Thor’s never been prone to irrational anger, he tries , but everything happening all over again in such an overwhelming way nearly has sparks jumping from eyes and fingertips.

Thor is so close. And then he isn’t.

He can’t comprehend what happens, but he’s out of time, out of place, and he’s in what resembles most those office buildings he’s seen so many of Midgard. Being crammed in an elevator with these strange people gave him eerie flashbacks to Sakaar, until he’s finally greeted by a significantly short human, brown suit, silver hair and moustache and a lop-sided grin.

Naturally, Thor smiles back in the midst of his confusion, it’s only good manners, you hear.

“Ah!” the man exclaims, patting his elbow with the other hand guiding him forward, “The god of thunder himself! Mighty pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

He nods, following, unsure still what’s going on. But Thor’s made too many enemies of a human lifetime, a long time ago, and he wouldn’t want to get on these humans’ bad side, even though they technically kidnapped him… peculiar.

If Loki was here, they’d probably have their knife ready at lightning speed. Classic Loki.

“Well, thank you! I wish I could say the same, but I’m not sure… where I am,” Thor answers. This really does look like an office, one the Midgardians had a decade or so, probably, before they updated themselves. Modernization, that’s what it’s called, silly humans.

“Fair is fair,” the grey haired human turns to him, “Welcome to the Time Variance Authority, TVA for short! I think I speak for everyone here when I say we’re excited to have you here.”

The man chuckles, and Thor doesn’t know if it’s to himself or directed towards him, until the human shrugs. There’s still two of those persons with weaponry and strange glowing devices on either side of them, and it seems his new acquaintance realises the need for explanation.

“Well, technically, you’re not staying as much as… you’re under arrest,” he then says, smile turning hesitant and scratching his cheek.

Arrest?!

That’s certainly a surprise, given human laws don’t really apply to his own kind. Of course, Avenging has different rules and such… but alas.

It seems his new friend notices his eyes widen, significantly, “But don’t worry, buddy! You’re a special case, of course.”

Thor stammers, he always feels a certain embarrassment over himself when this happens, “May I- may I ask for what offense? I don’t mean to offend, these quarters are quite splendid, but Midgard and Asgard operate different-”

“Oh no,” the man interrupts, keeping a quick pace, “I’m afraid this isn’t Midgard, big guy. The TVA, we, well, control all of time!”

The guards escorting them, they must be guards, stop at the same time Thor stops in pure shock. His father never mentioned anything like this. Is this part of the nine realms? He wonders who these people are, if not human. They surely cannot be gods?

“You control… time?”

“Exactamundo! The sacred timeline, to be precise. Let me show you,” his new acquaintance guides him further with that, until they reach a strangely void room, a single table, pair of chairs and some sort of machine the only things in sight. One of those Midgardian ‘computers’?

And when he’s seated (the chair isn’t quite built for a god of his stature, but he shouldn’t complain, politeness is key, of course), this strange man shows him what appears to be a video. A video of… his life. Thor’s life, that is.

This is absurd. “How do you know this? What-”

“We know everything, buddy,” the man tells him, shuts down the device, grin sheepish, “It’s in the job description, you see?”

Thor doesn’t know what to think, rather, his mind feels somehow numb.

He was just with Loki, she was there, within his grasp, then… this. Thor also doesn’t know how long he sits staring at his acquaintance in confusion until another thought dawns upon him, “Do you have Steve Rogers, too?”

The grin lessens, mouth forming a small o, but the man nods once, “Ah, yes, another department. You two sure know how to cause trouble, huh?”

So he gets an answer, but it leaves him none the wiser, or clearer headed, or understanding. It rather feels like those sort of outlandish dreams children have, like he had when he was younger.

But what can he do? Just face this head-on?

Thor wonders if Heimdall can see him right now. Not… his Heimdall, another Heimdall, who might be alive. A Loki who might be alive, if he can save them.

“May I ask one more question of you, uh…”

“Mobius M. Mobius, at your service.”

“Ah,” he replies, and hesitantly smiles back at the grin he receives, “Then why am I here? This department , I mean?”

The stranger, Mobius, chuckles. It’s short handed and with the professionalism of those Midgardian businessmen with replicated suits and briefcases and phones chiming them down. Is this Mobius even human? More Asgardian?

“We’re in need of assistance, you might say,” he finally answers, and turns to power up the machinery once more, “And I, for one, have a feeling you might be invaluable for the cause.”

Although Thor is not sure he yet understands everything in this strange world he’s now come into, this new friend, Mobius, is very educational, and while the thought of being arrested wasn’t all too pleasing, apparently, they wished for him to work for them, instead.

His offence, that’s yet another thing he still doesn’t understand. Thor wasn’t aware of this, uh, this Sacred Timeline , as they call it. Surely a god of his status should’ve been told, shouldn’t he?

He comes to wonder if their father ever knew about this.

Thor is fairly sure about one thing, that Odin wouldn’t possibly have told them, had he had that knowledge. And what about Hela?

But he quickly learns not to think about this too much, and he counts about three Asgardian weeks in the TVA, although he has no idea how time works here , at all. Mobius always says it’s too complicated to explain, maybe he thinks Thor wouldn’t understand.

Loki always said he was as dumb as a doornail. But she never meant it out of spite, he reasons, surely, they’ve always had that sense of humor between the two of them. He loves Loki very much, even when she lets him down. He only hopes his younger sibling feels the same.

Speaking of Loki, that is another thing Thor learns in this weird world- uh, city? Country? Timeline? The TVA is its own thing entirely.

But what he learns, much like his whole life, is that his destiny will forever and always be tied to Loki, and Loki’s to his. Because his new friends at the TVA hired him to find, and catch, his younger sibling and bring them in for a similar crime to his own.

Although he’s also killing people in the process, Mobius explains much to Thor’s horror, and he’ll have to make sure Loki’s not hurt when he finds him, and ask him why this bloodshed is necessary. Again.

Of course, there must be a good reason as to why she’s doing it, he had a good reason to mess with the timeline himself, he must say, and Loki is incredibly clever, his younger sibling’s grand scheme must be extraordinary. He just wishes she wouldn’t hurt other people in the process, they’ve been over this, but she was getting better!

As Mobius put it, “You know them better than anyone, pal, I’ve got a hunch you’re the only one who can find out where they’re hiding. Well, besides themselves.”

Yes, Thor was not certain this was a good idea.

He traveled back in time to save his younger sibling, not cause him even more pain. But Mobius seems somewhat trustworthy, and very polite. He assured him justice would be served fairly, and even a lesser punishment considering the help he himself provides!

Sometimes, Thor has to follow his gut. Loki always hated this trait of his.

This work proves tricky, and tedious, and of course, his sibling is sneaky and manages to escape the TVA time and time again, and if they would just bring Thor with them, surely, he could talk to her. Not apprehend her, but communicate . Not everyone here trusts him as much as Mobius, though, regrettably.

What is curious about his new friend, and Thor’s spent a few nights now racking his brain about this, is that some of the questions he’s posed about Loki are quite specific.

They must be important for the case, he figures.

Just a week ago, hunched over files and files of timeline lingo and alternate futures that Thor has several conflicting emotions about reading, the grey haired man looked up from his scribbles and met his eye.

“Say, Thor,” he started, scratching his chin and twirling the pen in his hand, “Loki ever tell ya what they fancy for dinner?”

And the god had to blink, shuffling the papers. Did he hear it correctly?

“Dinner?”

“I mean, humans, they have favorite foods, you know? Like, preferences,” he chuckled, “I only assume Asgardians are similar?”

Thor smiles as he does when in situations where he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but simple curiousity never hurt anyone. This person’s strange, stranger than the Avengers, but he loved them all the same. “Of course. Loki’s very fond of goat. Herring, too, and our mother’s apple pie.”

Mobius nodded with a grin, and spoke no more of the subject, until two days later (Thor thinks it was two days, as mentioned before, time here confuses him profusely), where his friend inquired him about his younger sibling’s eye color.

They’re blue, clearly.

More muted than Thor’s own, but never grey, although some of these files have wrongly informed otherwise.

Really, this interest Mobius reveals in his younger sibling doesn’t faze him at first, but he’s thinking about it more and more often, as it turns out. And today, when the suited man asks him if Loki might be interested in water sports, it only sends Thor further into the obyss of confusion.

Firstly, he’s not sure what these water sports entail. Second, although he doesn’t doubt Mobius is a reasonable man, what does this have to do with arresting Loki?

“Forgive me,” Thor replies, “What are, uh… water sports?”

“Oh, yes! Sorry, big guy. Ya know, jetskis are quite fun for humans and otherwise. Diving, too. You think Loki would like that sort of thing?”

The god finds himself worrying his lip with little answer to the peculiar question. “Perhaps. They love adventures, you see, that’s a thing we have in common. You think Loki’s hiding somewhere, with, uh… jetskis?”

The grey haired man shrugs. Quite strange.

Then his friend continues as they walk along the hall, past several hunters and seemingly high security offices, “She must like jokes, right?”

“Oh, of course.”

Mobius laughs, “I figured,” and his smile isn’t aimed at Thor, but somewhere into the open air, distant and unexplainably fond, “God of Mischief, pranks in his blood. I’m not too bad myself.”

“Huh?”

When the shorter man opens the door for him, he shrugs again, “Sorry, buddy, this way. I mean, they’re incredibly witty. Don’t need to tell you that, I get it. I heard this joke from a Variant, I think they might like that one. You know it? So once there was-”

And so Mobius continues on, the joke must be brilliant, he’s already wheezing to himself, but now, the god’s pretty sure he understands.

Oh.

Thor’s not as stupid as Loki claims, you see. And he has to say, he knows courtship when he sees it.

Does Thor understand why his younger sibling- or, a version of her, regardless, is hiding out in historic apocalypses ? No, there’s not much logic in this, but it’s certainly in no way surprising.

Loki’s got a knack for adventures and danger simultaneously, after all.

But when he realises what Loki’s doing, he simply has to go, even if his moustached friend isn’t sure how to clear it with the TVA, or if it’s breaking the rules, but isn’t this what they assigned the god to do in the first place?

This is his younger sibling. Loki’s alive. And Thor, well, like he’s done all his life, and like Loki’s done all their life, one must always follow the other, at one point or the other. It’s fate, he decides.

And he finds him, finally , after what feels as hundreds of millions of human years and even longer of their own, in the human city of Pompeii.

Loki isn’t exactly pleased to hear the TVA coming, that much is obvious from his face, but Thor is alone, and it’s only a matter of time before Mobius arrives, so Thor must find a chance to talk to his sibling alone.

And his sibling’s face changes from the expectant grin of a plan to kill the minutemen when they arrive to a gaping mouth in shock. Then realisation. Then frustration.

“Loki!”

And the god of mischief groans, exasperated and loud, the screams of the civilians barely fazing them, “Thor.”

It’s a matter of time, then, because they don’t have much time before they’ll be sunken into the ground they’re standing on, and like Thor first started out his adventure in the Sacred Timeline, his first thought is to get Loki out of there.

It’s his first priority, to keep her safe. There’ll be no death. Not today. Not again.

His younger sibling has their eyes on the volcano as well, their many differences being so in sync at the strangest of times, and before Thor can even think about it, Loki reaches for his arm and they’re teleported somewhere- and some… when? else entirely.

It’s eerily quiet here, a distant rumble from the sky. Rocks as far as he can see. Darkness, besides bolts of lightning striking into the ocean before them, and blinking lights distantly behind them.

And here Loki is; a Variant like himself, as Mobius called it. Breathing.

“Why is it,” she nearly yells, clutching the strange device in her hand and giving Thor that familiar glare of destruction, “You always find a way, somehow, anywhere, to ruin my perfect plan, brother? How? How are you here, you damn fool!?”

The insult is as it always is, and Loki looks like his blood might nearly boil over, but Thor just can’t help it.

He feels the tears in his eyes before they even fall. “Loki.”

“What-”

It’s only a small handful of times in all the centuries they’ve lived that he’s managed to stun his sibling into silence, a loss of words. This is another incident to add to the list.

Thor grips on so tight, he never wants to let go.

He can’t remember the last time they hugged, actually. It might’ve been when they were children.

Loki pats on his back, after a minute or two, and a breath of annoyance and… something else sounds at the same time as his own staggering breathing. His sibling’s never returned his hugs, you see, but she’s doing it now. At least, Thor surely wouldn’t mistake her holding onto him, albeit not as tightly as himself.

They sigh, “What has gotten into you now, you idiot?”

Thor laughs. It’s strained, but it feels good. That one, that’s a thing he’s missed. Loki will surely think he’s lost his mind, but there’s nothing he’d rather do right now than listen to him call him the crudest things they could think of.

It feels like coming back home.

“You’re alive,” Thor whispers.

Loki huffs. “You’ve fallen for my fake death, huh? You fall for it every time.”

He shakes his head in response, knowing his sibling won’t be able to see it, but ultimately lets go, and just looks at them. He smiles. Weirdly, hesitantly, confusedly, Loki smiles back.

“You’re an idiot,” she tells him again, but it’s softer this time.

“Where have you taken us?” Thor asks instead, and the answer is for once a place he knows of, “This is Midgard, brother, but way after the humans. In about an hour, it’ll be nothing but dust.”

That’s a frightening thought, he decides. He’s already seen Asgard in ruins.

And Thor has to take him somewhere safer, before Mobius arrives. They can’t go back to the TVA without some explanation, Loki deserves that.

His sibling seems severely surprised when he uses his own device, and a protest begins, of course, but Thor finds the right time, in Asgard, and jumps them both to it. Before their mother’s death. They’ll have to steer clear of the past versions of themselves, and their parents, and anyone else, considering Loki was imprisoned, but they’ll be safe.

And easy to spot.

“Now is not a time for a homecoming, Thor,” she tells him, already pulling up the device.

“Loki, no,” he reaches out, and Loki reaches for their knife, classic Loki, “Give me time to explain, before they come.”

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t raise the knife, “You’re not taking me to the TVA, brother.”

Thor blinks. He almost wants to rewind time on that little screen in his hand, to make sure he heard them right, but stranger things have happened. “You know about the TVA?”

“Of course I do, you buffoon. Who do you think I’m running from?”

He bites his tongue. Oh.

Thor has to shrug. Loki sighs again.

“I know, I know, they’ll arrest me for crimes against the Sacred Timeline ,” they say, in an overly dramatic voice and throwing around their hands in flourish, “I can’t believe they got you to help them. I can’t believe you found me.”

It feels quite like the good, old days, as Stark used to say. “I know you, Loki, even if you don’t think I do.”

They both settle into silence, and this is also strange, but the smile he gets in return, less confused and more nostalgic and… safe, it makes it worth it.

Then, the device in Thor’s hand beeps, and he lets his sibling look at it, and he looks all the more annoyed again.

“Guess I’ll have to surrender now, because of you,” she grumbles, for once, not searching for an escape route, “Who’s leading, anyway? B-15?”

Thor pats his shoulder, in what he hopes conveys comfort. “I’m not familiar, unfortunately. This leader is named Mobius.”

His sibling frowns, but shrugs non committedly, “A new face, then.”

It’s not very often Thor sees Loki in this state, confusion, if ever. His younger sibling’s always been one step ahead of them, two, even, himself struggling to keep up. That’s why he’s always had to watch out for them, before… before the Avengers.

“He seems very interested in you,” he chuckles, and when Loki only frowns deeper, he has to explain his ongoing suspicion, “He’s asked me a great many questions about you. I believe he admires you very much. Even more than myself.”

“So he’s a fan,” Loki says - ignoring the last statement of his, of course, but Thor knows she heard it.

“I’d say more than a fan,” he decides to be honest, and Loki’s brows furrow. Thor pats his sibling’s shoulder once more, “He holds, it seems, similar feelings to when I was courting Lady Jane.”

Loki looks like a giant question mark. “I beg your pardon?”

But they’re interrupted, as per usual. The answer Thor wants out doesn’t get out before Mobius steps out of the time portal, and grins at them both. He seems to hold his gaze at his sibling a little bit longer. His demeanor’s calm, as if… recognition. Coming back home.

And Loki stares back at their brother, eyes wide and brows raised, tilting her head, “This is the Mobius who wants to… court me?”

Thor nods. Loki’s mouth turns upwards to a grin, mischief absent from his face. And even if they’ll deny it if Thor mentions it, his younger sibling’s eyes hold a certain warmth when they look back at the stranger. “I see.”

Many great strange things have happened in what seems a short amount of time, but Thor’s put out of work at the TVA, and his sibling’s put to work instead, and Mobius tells him they’ll reset him.

“Don’t worry, big guy, it doesn’t hurt,” he chuckles, adjusting his tie, “Your friend Steve had the same deal. Wouldn’t call it punishment, but it’s subjective. You did good work, ya know.”

Loki’s sat at Mobius’ now abandoned desk, one hand on a stack of case files, her eyes meeting with Thor’s own. They’re used to goodbyes, as you can tell. And emotions aren’t exactly their strongest suit.

But his sibling nods to him. The smile has no hints of sarcasm, so he counts it as a win. As progress.

Thor doesn’t know if he can stop worrying, after all. He’ll always do it, and what if he, another version of himself, tries to go back in time again?

Loki’s the only family he has left. But at the same time, his younger sibling is right.

The sun will shine on us again. In another timeline, another universe, he figures. For now, Thor will have to let go, but they’ll always be connected after all. Thor and Loki couldn't be more different, but somehow the same.

“She’ll be safe here?” he asks, because he has to, “You’re certain?”

Mobius smiles, like he’s heard it a million times before, “I promised you. I keep my promises, Thor.”

Of course. Of course. It’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.

“You ready?” his suited friend then asks, and he hesitantly nods.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

The man nods back, and the device in his hand lights up. The seconds seem excruciatingly long, but he’s got to get back, get moving, even without his younger sibling beside him. It’s a comforting thought, knowing there’s many more of them out there, in other timelines, following each other over and over again, as they’re meant to.

“Thank you, by the way,” Mobius then says, strangely enough, as the beams become stronger and the seconds count down. He winks before holding it out to Thor, a gesture for the reset to be complete, “For bringing them back to me.”

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in-tua-deep · 5 years

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I would love to see Delores punch the Handler! Your ideas for the pride and prejudice AU are inspired! What role would the rest of the family play in this story? I just love your blog so much!

oh i am very down to detail out this au and make it one big post

SO you have Eudora Patch playing the role of our lovely Elizabeth Bennet, and Diego playing the role of Mr. Darcy, protective idiot who puts his foot in his mouth frequently. Eudora’s parents died when she was little and she was raised by her godparents alongside Dave and Dolores, who she considers her siblings - but Dave is her best friend in the world

Dave is kind of ridiculous and more than a little gay and he’s a soldier home on leave, and when Netherfield is occupied and he goes to the ball he falls head over heels for the biggest dumbass in the known universe, Klaus. So Dave is Jane Bennet and Klaus gets to be Mr. Bingley!!

Then Mr. Bingley has two sister and a brother-in-law in the book so that’s just going to be Allison, Vanya, and Luther hanging around. Allison takes Diego’s side after the absolute disaster that was Vanya falling for Leonard (ew) and agrees to help convince Klaus to leave Netherfield with Diego, so she’s taking the role of Caroline Bingley except less bitchy

So the reason the kids have all returned to Netherfield is because their father just died and they’re dividing up the estate etc. etc. and the reason Ben isn’t there is because he’s up in London dealing with the financial stuff because let’s be real there are two (2) people in the family who have the head for finances and one of them is thirteen (and also I needed a reason for Ben to not be there for the falling in love part because he would yeet Diego and Allison’s attitudes out the window)

and then there’s Five who still lives at Netherfield and is best friends with Dolores but they’re secret friends, or at least they were because now the old man is dead he can associate with whoever the fuck he wants wheyy BUT some of the debate over inheritance is also about who gets custody of Five

which is a long way of saying that Five has a vested interest in trying to get at least one of his siblings to stay in Netherfield so he can continue being bros with Dolores and doing whatever he wants because he doesn’t want to have to move

Dolores?? Sort of gets the younger Bennet sisters roles? Sort of Lydia Bennet because she does run away briefly but YEAH she’s Dave’s little sister and is mute and Five is her best friend and she taught him sign language but honestly half the time it’s like they’re reading one another’s minds anyway??

They met when they were younger and Five ran away and Dolores found him and was like ?? well okay and proceeded to smuggle him food and hide him in the shed for a day and a half before he ended up going back because he did miss his siblings but the two decided they had bonded and Five frequently secretly exited the manor to meet up with her and play

Dave knows that Five exists abstractly but just knows him as some kid in town that Dolores plays with so he does not put two and two together until later shenanigans when he realizes his little sister’s best friend is the love of his life’s little brother who can pull some strings

anyway

so Wickham’s role goes to the Handler who ?? tried to kidnap Five or something when he was younger? Or rather, she convinced Five that he wanted to go with her because she pretended to be his friend and Five ended up escaping, which was actually the whole ‘running away’ thing where he met Dolores (except he never told Dolores because that Handler highkey scares him and he’s actually kind of ashamed the Handler tricked him to begin with)

so yes obviously someone the whole family despises but is very manipulative and probably weaves some tragedy for Patch to sympathize with and when Diego sees them associating he’s even ruder to her and there’s that whole misunderstanding going on

So Patch is happy for Dave, who is in love, and then Klaus ends up being convinced to go to London to chill with Ben who is his favourite brother because Diego Doesn’t Trust Like That and Patch gets super pissed off about it because Dave is heartbroken and mooning around sadly and being depressed and how DARE Diego do this to her best friend/brother?? absolute fucker

meanwhile Diego is wrestling with his attraction to Patch and making every single wrong step in the book

Five and Dolores plot in the background and are up to shenanigans which involve trying to set their idiot siblings up in situations where they are forced to interact (Dolores is actually invested while Five is sort of just throwing Dave and Patch at his siblings to see what sticks because he really doesn’t want to have to leave Netherfield and Dolores) while Dolores ALSO tries to figure out The Mystery of The Handler because Five goes super pale when he sees her in town but won’t tell her why and no Patch she doesn’t care that you think the Handler is actually good there’s something weird going on here and she’s going to find it out

I’m not usually one for human Dolores aus but I’m delighted by the idea of this child who loves her pretty dresses and things that glitter but who also learned how to sew just so she could add pockets to all of her pretty dresses so she could put things like frogs in them for when she wants to Do Crime with her bestie. Dolores is 80% of the brains behind the operation while Five is 70% the ‘sneaky little shit who can get into just about anywhere’ part. He was probably the one who taught her how to pick a lock. And no, Dave does not know that Five is teaching his baby sister Crime Skills.

but yes Allison is probably still married to Patrick in this au and is kind of angry/irritated because they fight quite a bit which is probably why she was willing to project some of those bad feelings on Klaus and Dave as well

what even other character are there in Pride and Prejudice idk

Grace exists but she’s the kids stepmother or something and for whatever reason she isn’t actually a part of the inheritance?? She’s just sort of in the background waltzing around fussing over her kids and also reminding Diego to be nicer and is probably the catalyst of Diego realizing what an utter shit he’s been after Patch’s big old “Fuck you I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on the face of the planet and also fuck you again for good measure” speech

Vanya just really wants to be able to play cards in peace and stop being dragged into whatever the fuck is going on now but she 100% takes Klaus’s side when everything is dragged up and is like “C’mon guys for real just let Klaus go back to Netherfield and see what happens, Dave seems really nice. And also fuck you for comparing every person we want to date to my shitty ex, like, we GET it, I made some questionable choices.”

Luther is doing his level best to ignore the family drama going on and actually try and do what they came for which is, you know, dividing up the estate and figuring out custody and etc. etc. but every time he brings things up his siblings blow him off because they’re all too focused on their personal lives and drama and the love stories unfolding and Luther is suffering because it’s like herding cats but somehow worse

Dolores finds out about the Handler and decides she’s ready to throw down and runs off to pick a goddamn fight because how fucking DARE and Patch doesn’t know where she IS and her and Dave are STRESSED and Diego hears about it and ends up going and fetching this child and bringing her back which makes Patch respect him or something idk

but at the end, Dave and Klaus get together and they’re cute as FUCK. Patch and Diego get together and their terrible childish rivalry evolves into a terrible childish romance which evolves into what is sure to become a terrible childish marriage. Allison and Patrick actually speak to each other and sort out some of their issues. Ben comes back into this clusterfuck of a situation like that one pizza fire gif and ends up sorting everyone out while nursing a migraine. Vanya gets some god damn peace and quiet. Luther finally manages to sort out the estates. Dolores and Five get matching best friend necklaces or something because they’re kids and high five the fuck out of one another at the wedding because hell yeah all their plans worked (even though like 90% of their plans backfired, accomplished nothing, or were just hilarious but not actually successful)

and yeah that’s the pride and prejudice au

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13eyond13 · 5 years

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The Rest of the “What If?“ Questions:

I’ve had a huge influx of “what if” alternate scenario type asks the last 2 days, and I’m not sure if they’re all from the same person or several people. I really do appreciate the interest in getting my take on this stuff! But to avoid spamming the dashboard more with all these answers I’m just going to put the rest of them into one ask here:

FEM!LIGHT’S STANCE ON WOMEN:

I think she would both resent being a woman and also still look down on other women, but still be extremely confident and sure of herself on the inside. She’d probably have some internalized misogyny and still view men as superior and wish to compete with them more than with women, but she’d also resent men for being valued more highly within the patriarchal culture she was raised within, so it would be a bit of a complicated mix. She’d probably still grow up idolizing Soichiro instead of her mother, because even though Sachiko is no doubt also smart and talented she is submissive and seemingly content with carrying out her supportive, servile domestic role as a mother and a housewife. Light would probably dream of far more ambitious things for her own future with the idealistic and egotistical personality she has and all the accolades she’s gotten in her academic and athletic and social pursuits. I also think she’d be a lesbian, but that it would only really awaken in her once she met L, who would also be female in this AU, and the first woman she found genuinely fascinating and truly “worthy” of respect.

HOW L WOULD CONVICT A MEMORYLESS LIGHT:

I’m not really sure. I guess L would have to get irrefutable physical evidence that proved Light had been Kira originally. Even if Light denied it the entire time he obviously could still be condemned as Kira if the evidence against him was strong enough. I think proving some of the rules fake would’ve brought L a lot closer to proving Light was guilty, but I’m a bit too lazy right now to try to think this AU scenario out the whole way through from beginning to end. It takes a lot of mental energy and revisiting of the source material to do so entirely accurately, so I definitely very much admire Ohba for keeping the canon plot so free of holes. There are always so many technical little things and different characters’ points of view to keep in mind!

IF THE DEATH NOTE WAS A “LIFE NOTE” INSTEAD:

Lol, I mean I guess a Life Note would probably revive people who had already died, or something like that? That could also cause a lot of worldwide havoc, though I’m not sure it would technically be a crime to bring people back from the dead! I wonder how Light would use something like that to achieve his New World… revive all the innocent victims who had been unjustly murdered by evil criminals or something? Lol I don’t really know, my brainpower is pretty zapped for thinking these things out right now…

However, this does remind me a bit of the “Death Eraser” that was included in the original Death Note pilot chapter! Ohba initially toyed with the idea of having an eraser that went along with the notebook which would bring the Death Note victims back to life. You can find that pilot chapter online with a little Googling if you’re curious about it. I’m so glad they decided to scrap that silly idea for the actual official series, haha.

HOW INNOCENT!LIGHT WOULD REACT TO MISA TELLING HIM HE IS KIRA:

@whiteroes1977 I think he would be both horrified and also know that it made sense, since he was already thinking that Kira’s ideals and methods lined up pretty closely with his own. He also thought that he would probably try to catch himself if he’d lost his Kira memories. It would definitely be a big internal struggle between Light’s desire to see himself as a good/innocent person who operates within the Law and his ego/ideals/belief that he was the only person who could truly bring about the new world he envisioned from the start. I’d love to see him have to make a big moral choice about becoming Kira again like that when he was still amnesia!Light, since he really didn’t know he was going to regain his Kira memories when he touched the Death Note in the helicopter at all.

IF SACHIKO PICKED UP THE DEATH NOTE:

Hahaha hmmm… I like to think that Sachiko is where Light gets most of his brains and also his more mysterious and sneaky side! There isn’t much to go by in canon about Sachiko’s character other than her role as a supportive and hardworking mom and housewife, but it would be very interesting if she decided to do something with a Death Note that would go totally against what everyone expects from her somehow. Maybe she’d also have a strong vigilante streak based on the frustrations she felt about Soichiro’s career; or maybe she would do something totally for herself with it and way outside of the box, and end up carrying on with this secret life that was both a guilty thrill and an escape from her humdrum duties in the home. It’s a bit hard to say without fleshing out her character a lot more than Ohba did in canon though, and I’m not really feeling up to doing that right now, sorry.

WHAT IF RYUK HAD KILLED EVERYONE ELSE IN THE WAREHOUSE INSTEAD?:

I think that Light would have been very happy if Ryuk did that, and he’d have continued right on with his plans to become the God of the New World. The SPK and task force was pretty much the only thing standing in the way of him achieving this goal at this point, so he’d just see it as serving them right for defying him like that. I don’t know the exact specifics of how he would achieve actual godhood, like if he would choose to make himself a public figure as Kira or just continue to work behind the scenes forevermore? I’ve always wanted to read a really detailed and realistic AU about Light actually winning and the crazy ways the world would change, but I haven’t managed to think it out myself to any satisfying degree yet. I definitely don’t imagine it would be the idealized world he imagined though, as even if crime was completely eliminated it would be a totalitarian dictatorship under which everyone was living in constant fear and feeling very oppressed.

HOW LIGHT WOULD REACT TO MALE!MISA:

Male!Misa could be pretty interesting too, with both canon Light and fem!Light. I imagine it would still be very off-putting to Light for a guy to show up at their house and come onto them that strongly, no matter how you headcanon Light’s gender or sexuality. I guess Light wouldn’t automatically look down on male!Misa for his gender, so that might be a small advantage that male!Misa would have over female Misa. But it could also potentially work against male!Misa since Light would probably expect more from guys and find that kind of behaviour from a man extra unsettling. What i find the most interesting to think about with male!Misa is how the fandom’s reaction to the character might differ, honestly. I think male!Misa would both have way more stans and also way harsher criticism piled upon him, maybe? I think he’d be shipped a ton with the male characters as well. Certain flaws and behaviours would be treated with way more lenience and forgiveness, and then other ones would be pointed out much more harshly, as well. It’s always pretty interesting to contemplate this stuff, but unfortunately I’m a bit too tired to add a whole lot of detailed insight on the topic at this point.

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years

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My Tumblr Birthday!

Sooooo according to my archives and such, exactly one year ago today I became a member of the bbs fandom! It’s been a hell of a year, I will tell you that.

So just some thoughts about this weird ass journey, if you’d be so kind to humor an old woman.

I kind of remember coming into this fandom not really expecting much? Like I kinda squirmed my way in thinking that it’d be really cool to like, read other peoples stories and get to know everyone. I don’t really know how, but I got attention because of my Cops AU idea that sort of caught wildfire. Then I posted my first little stories about Christmas and such before my bigger story, Want You, and I was so amazed by the love and affection it got on this platform (I put it on Ao3 but it just wasn’t the same).

I also remember how stunned I was with 100 followers? I felt like I had reached my peak and I couldn’t really go any higher. Again, I managed to get lucky by making some really good friends at the start of my fandom life and kind of being able to joke around and gain attention from them. It wasn’t any super big, but I was thankful for the time they gave me. Watching Deli draw, getting to know Kiwi, admiring Bels and Ether and Grace’s works. It was all so wonderful!

Then around January, Sherry sent me a message asking me to help with an idea about a BBS shipping server. And it was crazy how that changed my life. The server brought good and bad things out, and I won’t say I never thought of just tossing in the towel and leaving. But I’m so happy that I stayed! I met people like Sei and Shorty and Pandy and Cana and Moon through my server. I got to see them grow as people and shared laughs with them. I also got to open up a bit and learn that it was okay to not be perfect. Because damn do I want to be perfect. But they supported me there, and evern at my darkest point,those who I never thought would stick up for me did.

I learned what it felt like to be hated. I learned what it felt like to have people who didn’t know me, know my story, know my past and know my insecurities, rip me apart and make me feel worthless. I learned that sometimes, simply having a different opinion about a ship or a boy could make the nicest of people reject you. I learned that sometimes, people you thought would always be supportive and understanding of you could turn on you and never speak to you again. It was weird, knowing that despite the followers numbers that grew and the asks/fans who reached out to me and told me how ‘inspiring’ i was, I could feel so empty. To this day, I’m still struggling with this concept. I wanna figure myself out, and how I got to where I am while also not knowing who I am.

I started up one of the coolest projects in my life here; Libahunt. I’ve written stories before, don’t get me wrong. I’ve written stories for bigger fandoms, with more comments, more kudos, more views. BBS is a small time fandom, so I knew what I was getting into. But man, for such a little place, y’all have big hearts. The love, support, and just damn attention I got for this story was amazing. The fanart? I cant even begin to tell you how much that all means to me. Every time I see a piece, my heart melts to think I got to inspire someone. Hearing people freak out in discord, seeing the reblogs and comments you make...that’s all I want in life. So honestly, thank you all for making me realize how much I love this story and helping me get my ass back in gear to write it properly.

Kind of on the same topic, I really got to thank some super important people for just...being there for me. I can’t list EVERYONE because jesus I would be here forever, but these ones just...they really stick out for me.

@firstaidquarters: My writing wife, half of my brain, my HC partner in crime, honestly one of the best people I’ve met. Ever. Like, do you get how much you mean to me? How you just make my world a better place? If I’m mad or sad or hyper or just being fucking stupid, you’re there. You literally spent 28 hours helping me write a story without ever asking anything in return. I wanted to quit, I wanted to throw my computer and never look at it again. But you just...sat there and kept me going. And now? It’s fucking amazing because of you. And I never have to explain myself to you. You just get it. And God I can’t even say enough how much our HCing has been a blessing. I don’t even think you realize that without you, I wouldn’t still be in this fandom. I cannot thank you enough, even if you created that wretched Minibat.

@kihorri : We weren’t close originally but jesus you came in like a wrecking ball, eh? My life has been crazy since I did that Banana Bus Tales thing with you. You helped get my name on the map. And for the past couple months, I’ve really adored the frienship we’ve created. Our DM messages are probably enough to get us sent to hell, but I’m okay with that. Each time you tell me you’re reading my story, I melt. Like to think you’d waste your time on me? To get to joke with you about ‘certain’ types of stories and watch you draw silly pictures...it makes my world! You drive me up a wall every way you can, you make me cry from your beautiful art, but you could put the pencil down and never draw again and I’d still wanna talk to you every day. Even with your horrible sleep schedule.

@mssjynx : YOU! God you are a menace. Sneaky other writing wife. But like, one of the best writers in the BBS/Misfits fandom. You make me wanna read angst. Do you know how hard that is?!?! Like jesus man, you were so amazing with your cute stuff and your sad stuff. And you’re just as wonderful outside of your stories. I give you shit, I pull your tail, and we bicker like old women, but you are one of the sweetest people I got to meet in this fandom and even if I threaten it, I’ll never divorce you ( I mean you killed all the lawyers so...).

@piwiskiwi: My libahunt artist! Your work is AMAZING. And you are just so prescious? I dont get to talk to you as much as I want to, but you were one of the first people I really connected to in this fandom and you don’t understand how much joy your art brings me. Like, you’re a rock star. You helped me at the start of Libahunt when it was just an idea, you helped create these pictures that others now use as references. You’re kind and funny, and even if you feed into Bel’s crazy ship, you’re the best partner for Libahunt I could ask for.

Honestly, there’s so many others! I wanna write you all something because you all have changed me in one way or the other. But I’d be here all night and I don’t wanna take up all of your time. So just know this: You all made me who I am. Without you, the person reading this right now, I wouldn’t be Crim. That means the world to me. So, you mean the world to me. Thank you for being around for my first year here. And I don’t know if you guys will care, or if anyone even remembers memories with me or if I’m just an author you read, but I just...thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. <3

And also thanks for letting me reach 1500 followers. (Eh its closer to 1600 now, cause this happened like 3 weeks ago but I just wanted to wait until my 1 year to say it all at once. No need for two sappy posts.)

Sincerely,

CrimsonBlueMoon <3

#thank you all #one year!#wow #I can't believe it #1500 followers?!#you people are crazy #but I love you #thanks again #you're my heart #<3 #bbs fandom #you're amazing #bbs #crimsonbluemoon

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captainmarvels · 7 years

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know no better

Summary: Eggsy’s got a weakness - you. || Kingsman/Marvel au!crossover

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader, feat. Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Mentions of self-hatred, insecurity

Word Count: 2.7k [wow I am so sorry]

A/N: Inspired by Sebastian’s Hugo Boss campaign photos - Bucky Barnes and Eggsy Unwin together? Hell yeah. This is dedicated to my beloved soulmate Nicole. [@buckyywiththegoodhair] - happy birthday, again, my love. | masterlist

Insecurity is a sneaky bitch.

It builds up over time, carefully poisoning your most vulnerable areas. It takes root in your darkest places, encompassing everything you are as time moves forward. It hits hard at your lowest moments.

Insecurity is an autoimmune disease. It’s a part of you, and attacks you when you least expect it. When you least want it to.

Self-doubt is your worst nightmares brought to life, eating at you from the inside. A lonesome battle where only one will come out victorious. Most of the time, it isn’t you.

Eggsy was a bright, young man. One with the potential to exceed far beyond the expectations society and life had set for him. However, he never saw it.

His life had taught him that he was worth next to nothing; he would never amount to anything good because he just wasn’t...good. He was a lowlife; only made for crime and everything on the wrong side of the line.

Eggsy would have never imagined he’d end up where he found himself now. A Kingsman. A man. A friend. A lover. Happy.

He especially didn’t think he’d ever find someone like you. But he was damn glad he had.

After losing Harry, you became an essential part of Eggsy’s life, and he would be an idiot to ever let you go. You and Roxy were his best friends - the people who kept him grounded when his head went just a little higher than the clouds. But you - you were the one who reminded him of the good in the world; the good he was working to protect.

After the devastation of Kingsman, with the return of Harry and some help from the agents at Statesman, together you were all able to finally restart the program that had brought everything good into Eggsy’s life.

Opting to stay with the Statesman for a new kind of training, Roxy left a vacant spot in London. Agent Tequila decided he’d give the UK and Kingsman suits a try, as long as he could bring along a friend of his. Never one to say no, Eggsy agreed.

Merlin set up the room for the first meeting, while Harry prepared some martinis for the three of you.

“Excited to meet our new friends, Y/N?” Harry asked, his gaze concentrated on the drinks in front of him.

“I suppose. I hear Tequila’s friend is an undercover agent. Very mysterious, if you ask me.” You shrugged, resting your head on Eggsy’s shoulder as you yawned.

“Still sleepy, love?” Eggsy laughed as you nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as you leaned up against him.

“I blame you, Eggy.” You smiled at the image of him rolling his eyes as the nickname rolled off your tongue, and you felt the poke in your side that always accompanied said infamous eye roll.

“C’mon, drink up, you two. We have to be on time to greet our new agents.”

You all rose from your seats as Merlin opened the doors, ushering in Tequila and his friend. The men were suited up, looking like true Kingsman - minus the classy moves.

Harry was the first to greet them, getting wrapped up in a hug from Tequila as the mysterious man stood by the door, his hair falling across his face, as his gaze bored into the floor.

“What’s your name, mate?” Eggsy asked, raising an eyebrow as he passed by Tequila, you right on his tail.

The agent looked up, fidgeting with his tie for a moment as he cleared his throat.

“Agent Agave, at your service. Or James Barnes, if you want my real name.” He smiled, his eyes sparkling under the sunlight. Eggsy nodded, shaking his hand before moving to the side.

“Barnes, huh? The undercover agent, I presume?” You shake his hand, noting the roughness of his skin as his crystal blue eyes locked with your own. He smiled, nodding.

“Yeah. I’ve been working out of New York practically my whole life.”

“He’s a Brooklyn kid. Wouldn’t let us train him in Kentucky, so Whiskey took the training to him. Good man. He’ll fit right in here.” Tequila said, his hands tucked in his slacks’ pockets as he leaned against the wall.

“And what about you, Tequila? Will you fit right in?” Eggsy asked, slightly laughing as the Statesman blushed, jumbling up his answer.

“I’m - I’ll do my damn best to fit in, Galahad.”

“Wonderful. Galahad and Lamia will give you the personal tour. Merlin, weapons.” Everyone took up their respective posts; you and Eggsy lead the two men out into the corridor, while Merlin stayed behind with Harry.

“How are you liking the suits, gentlemen?” You chuckled quietly, noting the way Tequila fussed over his tie and the buttons of suit jacket, while Barnes seemed right at home.

“Fine, I guess. Not used to these damn things just yet,” Tequila muttered as he fixed his tie for the umpteenth time.

“Never thought I’d actually love wearing a suit as much as this one.” Barnes said, smiling as he adjusted his cufflinks. You laughed, turning to meet Eggsy’s gaze.

“Don’t worry - Galahad here was just like the lot of you. You’ll get used to it in no time.”

After a few short weeks of training, Tequila and Barnes were ready to take on their first mission as Kingsman. Following intel from Roxy and Whiskey back in the States, you, Eggsy, Tequila, and Barnes set out.

Merlin landed the jet in the outskirts of a small town in France, the forest providing perfect cover as you all moved into the area. You and Eggsy veered to the left, while Barnes and Tequila stayed on the right.

“Everyone doing alright?” Eggsy whispered into the comms.

“Just dandy. How are we doing this?” Tequila responded, a somewhat nervous edge to his tone.

“Don’t be scared, Tequila. It’s like any other mission you’ve been on - just Kingsman style, this time around. We’ll set off in our pairs; take out the guards at the front, and then split up to find the main office. Merlin will try to find it first, and then direct whoever’s closest to the source. Main priority is the intel; whoever gets it first will need cover. Understood?”

“Spoken like a true leader, Lamia.” Barnes voice sounded, and you smiled.

“Focus, men. We’re here.” Eggsy stated, his voice low as he moved behind you. You turned to look at him, extending a reassuring hand as he met your gaze.

“Ready, Eggy?”

“As long as I have you.”

The fighting was coming from every side, and you didn’t know how you always managed to get the worst hits. Eggsy was on your back, taking out shots from left and right, only to be sideswept by a guard behind him. You continued on forward, the umbrella providing perfect cover - unfortunately, only from the front. A guard trudged towards you from behind, his gun aimed right for your head. Barnes spotted him, knocking out the guard in front of him as he moved in on the threat.

He came up behind the guard, cocking his gun behind his head as he tripped him up with his foot. The guard turned to shoot him, but was knocked out before he got the chance. You heard a shot from behind, turning in time to catch a glimpse of Barnes reloading his weapon as a guard fell near you. You locked eyes with him, nodding as you mouthed a quick “thank you”, before moving on.

Eggsy watched the entire thing unfold before him, his eyes never leaving your moving figure. He watched as Barnes covered you, while he tried his best just to cover his own ass.

That should’ve been me. I should’ve had her back. Not him.

So much for being good at something.

As hard as he tried, he couldn’t shake these feelings of doubt consuming his every other thought. Eggsy had faith in you. He trusted you with his own life, for God’s sake. He had no reason to doubt you. However, he had every reason to doubt himself.

No matter what, you’ll never be good.

What happens when you fuck up, and she gets hurt? Or worse - what if she dies?

All your fault. Could never do anything right, could you?

Eggsy’s insecurity was trying to get the best of him, but he thought he could fight it, like the countless times before. Yet this time was different. This time, everything was tied to you.

You were everything Eggsy was not. You were better, in every sense of the word. How could he ever compare with the wonder that you were?

As the weeks went by, Eggsy tried brushing off every intrusive thought that came his way. Nevertheless, they persisted, over-clouding his mind. What Eggsy didn’t realize was that his actions were getting to you, too.

You were sitting in his office, talking with James over the newest training tactics Merlin was coming up with when Eggsy stopped by the door. He stayed aside, watching the pair of you.

“So, when did you join the agency, doll?” The pet name perked Eggsy’s attention, his gaze following yours as you smiled at him.

“I want to say it’s been a good three, four years. I would’ve left sometime in the past two years, if it weren’t for Eggsy. He’s the reason why I’m still hanging around the tailors.” You laughed, playing with your hair as James nodded.

“He’s a good guy, Galahad. Very lucky, too.” You both laughed, and Eggsy could tell you were flustered by Barnes’ words.

Everything good seems to leave you behind. Good riddance, if you ask me.

“Goddamn it, shut up” Eggsy muttered, clapping a hand over his mouth when he realized he had spoken aloud. Fortunately, neither you nor Barnes had heard him. Sadly, that meant you were too caught up in your conversation to notice him.

Eggsy knew he was better than this; he shouldn’t be letting these thoughts and futile emotions get to him. But he was subject to his insecurity, his mind running amuck with passing thoughts of hatred and doubt.

How could she ever love a useless idiot like you?

You’re nothing compared to him.

You’re nothing compared to her.

Y/N deserves better than you. Hell, Kingsman deserves better than you.

You’re nothing but a pathetic chav.

You found Eggsy in your shared bedroom, lying on the bed. His eyes were closed, his eyebrows creased as if he were thinking. You slipped off your shoes, trying your best to be quiet.

The mattress dipped under your weight as you made your way over to Eggsy. You rested a hand on his own, stirring him awake. His green eyes looked over at you, and you couldn’t help but think there was a dull shadow looming over them.

“You okay, Eggy?” Your voice was a soft whisper, your hand trailing up and down his arm as you sat up next to him. Eggsy feigns a weak smile, nodding as he looks up at the ceiling.

His heart was racing a mile a minute, and he was praying you wouldn’t hear it trying to beat its way out of his chest.

“Are you sure?” You know there’s something awry with him, but you also know it’s no good to push him to talk about something he’d rather forget. Eggsy could handle his feelings, but you always had to remind him you were there for him, through the good and the bad.

Eggsy nods again, his lips pursed as he silently curses himself for lying. He knows you want to help, and by God, does he want you to help, but he just can’t bring himself to say the words.

He’s ashamed. He doesn’t want you to think less of him because he’s fallen down a dark path. He knows you wouldn’t, but there’s still that agonizing voice in the back of his mind. The one reminding him that he is unworthy of you. Your love. Your everything.

“C’mere, bruv.” You lie down next to him, wrapping your arm around his chest, so he turns to face you. He seems reluctant at first, but slowly gives in as he moves in closer.

Once his face is buried in the crook of your neck, you stroke his back, planting small kisses on his hair and cheek. Eggsy moves to rest his head on your chest, your heartbeat luring him to sleep.

You refuse to let go for the rest of the night - you knew Eggsy needed this, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

He’s wide awake, his mind focused on your slow heartbeat and even breathing. He’s trying to ignore the insistent voices inside his head, but he can’t seem to push them away.

“I hope you know I’m here for you, Eggsy.” Your voice pulls him away from his thoughts, and he can’t help the fall of his heart at your words.

“Of course I know, love. Why do you say that?” He looks up at you, his hand’s grip tightening on your waist when you refuse to meet his gaze.

“There’s something wrong, and I don’t want to make you tell me, but I can’t handle just being here, helpless and hopeless.”

“I promise you, you have been nothing but helpful, darling. I’m so sorry I’ve made you feel like this; it’s all my fault, really.” Eggsy leans in, pressing his forehead against yours as he cups your cheek, stroking his thumb across your warm skin.

“Let me help, Eggy. I love you. Every single part of you. No matter what.” You kiss the tip of his nose, a sad smile pulling at your lips as you notice his own.

“I love you, baby. Nothing will ever change that.” Eggsy whispers back, his head dropping to your chest once more as he tries to collect his thoughts. You run your fingers through his hair, trying to soothe him as best you could.

After a few minutes of silence, he looks up at you, a different spark in his green eyes. You cup his cheek, patiently waiting for him to say what he wants.

“I’m scared, love.” His words make your heart drop, your mouth falling open as you look at him, speechless.

“I’m scared I’m not good enough for you, Y/N. I never really was ��the good guy’, and I still feel like there’s a part of me that wants to give up. A part of me that’s looking for the easy way out, looking to fall back to my old life. And I don’t want that. That life was no good for me. I have you now, and you’re the best damn thing to ever happen to me. You reminded me what love is supposed to be like. And I can never thank you enough for that.” You smile at his words, fighting back the tears welling up in your eyes.

“I feel like you’re an angel on this Earth, and I’m just some wretch that’s ruining you. I know you don’t think that, but there’s a voice in my head that won’t shut up. I look at you and I cannot believe how lucky I am. You make me forget about the bad, because you’re the best of everything.” You nod your head, unable to find the right words to comfort Eggsy in the way you wanted to. You drag your thumb across his lips, and he kisses your skin, never once looking away from you. You sit like that for what seems to be an eternity.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve a man like you, Eggsy. I wish there was some way for me to shut that voice up, but I want you to remember that you don’t need to hide these feelings from me. I love you so much. I want to help you in any way I can; even if that means sitting here and holding you forever. I’ll do anything for you.” You know you’re crying when Eggsy presses light kisses to your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the wet trails. His smile is genuine, even if it makes you feel a little sad.

You know this is a battle Eggsy must fight on his own, but there’s nothing that will stop you from staying by his side until the end.

Until he comes out triumphant.

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xdawndragonx · 6 years

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Amethystdia’s Backstory

@amethystdia @dramaticmari

For the irl Villain! AU. This is a present! Hope you guys like it~

Ame was cold. It was dark. She ran away from home. Home wasn’t even “home”, it was just a place where she had a bed, food and a small, small place to call her own.

It was about time to run away.

She grit her teeth and growled. Pulling her backpack full of her essentials closer to her to try and warm up, she growled and sniffed the chilling air.

“It’s not fair. Why can so many others be happy, yet I have the worst "family”.“ Ame hissed quietly. She didn’t stop walking though, salvation was near within this heartless Kingdom. So many times she had asked them to help her. They simply scoffed at her and told her to shush. Told her to watch for the prettiest and the purest. Told her that her parents were perfect. Told her to stop whining about nothing.

Her parents. They looked like the perfect pair from the outside. Her mother; fair, pale, angelic. Her father; crisp, cool, loving.

But remember what they tell you, "Never judge a book by it’s cover”.

Her mother was obsessed with staying young and beautiful. She neglected her because of her obsession with beauty.

Her father wasn’t any better. He constantly went out for publicity stunts. He never stayed home for too long, the most longest time she remembered was 10 minutes. 10 minutes.

It was just unfair.

So this is what happened. Light. She could see light. She was getting closer.

This place. She needed to get away from this place. It smelt of makeup and plastic.

Ame began to run. It was huge. Cars parked outside, patiently waiting. Planes were carefully lined up, waiting for take off. She didn’t have a ticket, but she didn’t need one to get out of here.

She’d be able to find food by watching the trashcans. Some people would throw away perfectly good food, still packaged because they were under the impression that you wouldn’t be able to bring anything edible through the way to the plane vendors.

She went inside and audibly sighed as a burst of warm air hit her body, soothing it from it’s pains.

Right. She needed that plane. To get to there, the place in which dreams came true.

Taking the backpack off her shoulders, she breathed out a huge huff of air. It was now or never.

“Fake Passport? Check. Emergency Currency? Check. Old aeroplane ticket? Check. Sketchbook?-”

Ame loved her sketchbook. It contained all of the fashion designs that she had thought up, from when she was only 6 to now. It was her precious. Ideas for clothes, accessories and touches of makeup.

“Check.”

Ding-Ding

…

She ran into the ticket checking lady when the time for the plane was just about to leave. The tickets the lady had in her hands scattered all of the floor, including Ame’s ticket. Ame said that she saw her father go onto the plane and the reason as to why she was late was because she was getting some water for said father.

Ame smiled as she realised that the Lady was hurrying her to go onto the plane as she began to pick up all the scattered tickets.

Lift off.

Ame went straight to the toilet and waiting for it. This was the perfect excuse for not sitting down yet, as she watched all of the seats for middle class. There had to be empty seats, especially at the back.

She smiled. There were.

…

She had successfully gotten away from home. To a place where dreams came true.

This airport smelt of work, effort and ambition.

She quickly scampered out and asked for directions to the nearest care home or orphanage. That would be her bunking site.

“Next… Oh, part time job!”

…

She couldn’t aquire a part time job.

“Too young. Your license does prove that you come from a high fashion-business chain, but from your sketch work and age, I’d say this is a fake.”

“That card is not a fake! I am a close relative to the owners of this fashion company! I am not lying!”

“Suuurreee you aren’t little girl,”

“Fine. I’ll go. You’ll regret it though.”

…

She began stealing. Money was getting less and less everyday so it was a good pastime to do so.

Sneaky as a fox she was.

Some orphans even called her “Foxtrot” as a joke sometimes, as she gave some of her spare change over to them, telling tales on how she did so. They were like her cousins in a way. Close enough, but not too close.

It all began with that person who defied her. In the job office, saying she was a fake.

She sure gave him Hell after that.

She pretended to leave the building, and then waited at the Staff Exit for that pompous human to show up.

He did in the end show up, not to mention looking rather scruffy. Loose coins in trouser pockets, untied tie and a very fine trenchcoat that would sell rather well.

It would be a shame if that trenchcoat was taken. It would be an even bigger shame if he lost all that loose change… So, she went for it, sneakily under the cover of the darkening sky, hiding in foliage of trees and shrubs.

Ame crouched, the adrenaline on what she was about to do was intoxicating. Flooding her sences like a numbing blanket. She was alive. It was almost fun in a way, doing something that scandalous and having a high percentage of getting caught, but it just excited her.

She was going to commit a crime. Why did she not feel scared doing so? Why did it only make her go crazy with anticipation? Was it because of the way she grew up?

Ame needed a distraction to be able to get to his pockets quick enough.

She thought, taking off the backpack that she carried so dearly around with her. After all, it kept her most precious object, why would she just leave it lazily somewhere?

“… A note. A creepy letter. That would be enough to distract him.”

…

It worked. The slap-dash creepy letter she had written had in fact worked! It was almost comical in a way, with a page from her sketchbook and an inky, ball-point pen she carried with her sketchbook she had managed to create a silly, horror note.

She watched him slowly walk up to the crumpled note, clearly interested, before bending downward to reach for it.

It was at this moment she let out an ear-piercing screech that had rattled her own throat.

She inwardly smirked as she watched her victim freeze up in fear.

This was when she sprung into action.

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”

She pretended to scream, waiting for the man to do something, anything first.

As she had predicted, he began to run, towards the sound of her voice.

She shuffled quietly into the bushes before turning so she was following behind him in the shadows. It was really getting dark now, some highlights of sun shining in her eyes.

“Wait… There’s nobody here…?”

She pounced onto his back, making sure her hand was forcefully keeping his neck down on the ground. She kicked him hard in the groin with her shoed foot to make him double over in pain and she began to steal the coins that resided in his back pockets.

He still hadn’t seen her face. He was beginning to think of fighting back, so she hit him hard on the back of his head to try and divert his attention.

Funnily enough, it was successful.

She then began to swiftly reel up the lovely trenchcoat he wore, replacing it with a ragged, drappy scarf she had found left on a park bench.

“That should let him not notice the coat for a little…”

She then ran for her life, and never looked back.

Now, it was just a part of her daily routine.

She had become a master stealer.

…

She was sitting at a public food court. Residing silently in the corner at the very back so she wouldn’t attract attention.

She was chewing on a sandwich she had managed to hussle out from being thrown away whilst still in packaging whilst drawing in her sketchbook. She still longed to be a fashion designer, to have the most beautiful of garnets all on front display. It was just in her blood.

She was about to leave. Her sketchbook safely in the bag hanging on her shoulders.

A figure approached her. A fairly young man wearing a befitting, ominous black coat and matching hat. All she could see was the malicious smirk plastered on the stranger’s face.

“Greetings Foxtrot… Or should I say Ame? You’ve been on my radar for a while and I am personally very intrested with you.”

Ame inhaled.

“I’m sorry sir, you must of mistook me for another person.” She answered evenly, beginning to try and walk away without even glancing back.

“Ah-”

He blocked her way out with his wide frame.

“I’m afraid Miss Ame, that I defiantly know I’m not mistaken. I’ve been following you ever since you did your first knock-out crime. Oh? That seems like a long time ago now I think about it. It was very entertaining watching you grow.”

“Listen here Sir, just get straight to the point and what is it that you want from me?” She hissed, almost bearing teeth in the process.

“I’d like to recruit you as a personal designer as well as material provider for my group. Your designs flourish in that sketchbook of your’s. I know about your current financial situation and I will willingly pay you for your services. Don’t worry, I’m not lying sweetie. I’ve seen your potential first hand~” He practically purred.

“How much? What times will I work? How can I even trust a shady person like you to begin with?” She bit out, gritting her molars. She clutched her bag closer.

“Payment? Ah, I’d think about more than 50 per hour. Your schedule is all up to you, the minimum amount of time you have to come is 2 days.”

“Hnn… You promise I’ll get to be a fashion designer?”

“Of course dearie.”

“Deal.” Ame instantly replied. She inwardly grinned.

Now, Amethystdia works for “heLPless” as the group’s personal styler and supplier. Content and happy with herself as bit by bit she creates her own clothes by stealing from others. Material and design.

“Mother, Father, are you proud of me yet? I finally have my own clothes lines!”

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The End! I’ve been working on this for a long time- ^^;; Hope you guys enjoy. - Dawn/Sem

#random stories #sister amethystdia #the helpless villain squad #irl au backstories #irl villain au #heroes and villains #i made you a foxy lady-#i hope you like it!#this is why i've been so inactive aaaaa

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httpsung · 7 years

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tacenda; what he left unspoken

pairing: sungjin x reader

genre: mafia/ex-hitman au

word count: 4,162

note: so @wonpillows proposed a collaboration involving mafia related day6 and here’s my contribution. i consider this one-shot a first attempt meaning it may end up being rewritten but for now here you go.

“Hello?”

There was a bit of static in the background of the phone call he answered, the sound of men grunting as if they were being hit echoed in his ears.

“Sungjin!” A familiar voice finally spoke to him seemingly out of breath.

“What’s the problem, Brian? Did you dispose of the target?” Sungjin sat in the onyx chair in his office, swiveling around to view the city from large glass windows.

“About that...” Brian said with an anxious laugh. Sungjin raised one eyebrow as he waited for the male to continue.

“I said sit the fuck down!” He heard Brian yell followed by a gunshot and a blood-curdling scream. Sungjin sighed to himself, his elbow resting on the arm of his chair, head leaning into his hand at the frustration starting to build in the back of his mind. He knew the task at hand had gone south just from the few words Brian spoke.

“Let me guess.” Sungjin rubbed his lips together trying not to sound too angry. “He got away...?”

“Yeah... I came to handle him and was met by a few of his men, they were a distraction for the little snake to escape. He knew I was coming to end him.” Brian answered. Sungjin tapped his index finger against the back of his phone.

“Where did he flee to?” He stood from his chair, dark eyes still focused on the world below him.

“One of his flunkies’ here said he’ll be at his hideout located west, y’know the one we had Dowoon check out before,” Brian answered.

“The one he thinks we don’t know about,” Sungjin hummed as he bit his lower lip. He fell silent for a moment in thought, he could have the other key members of his gang take care of the rat on the loose but he remembered they were attending to more important drug-related matters that needed to be settled by a certain time.

“Alright... you get rid of his men and I’ll take care of Mr. Rae myself.” Sungjin adjusted his tie as he turned to walk toward his office door.

“Gotcha boss man!” Brian replied with vigor. A gunshot was heard again before the call ended.

Sungjin ran one hand through his hair as he pocketed his phone. He was more annoyed at the situation than he appeared and it wasn’t because his right-hand man failed to complete his mission but more so that the guy Brian was sent to kill was more conniving than he thought.

“Leaving Mr. Park?” A soft voice called out to him prompting Sungjin to turn around and nod with a charming smile. “Yes, I’m leaving for today I have some business to take care of, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The woman gave him a nod and smiled in return. She was one of the many employees who worked well in the business he was currently overseeing. Sungjin had been acting as President of a prominent jewelry company for the last year, a company that belonged to one of the most notorious organized crime leaders in the city.

Sungjin was next in charge, the underboss to the dangerous Jinyoung Park who took him under his wing when he was only a teen and cared for him like one of his sons. If it weren’t for the current mafia he helped manage Sungjin would be trapped as a hitman with no voice of his own, taking orders from a mother who never loved him.

He made his way to the parking deck, saying his goodbyes to his employees with a caring smile, keeping up the persona of a friendly boss without them knowing that the hands he greeted them with each morning were stained with the blood of hundreds.

He felt warm air hit him the moment he stepped foot off the elevator into the dark deck full of cars. Sungjin pulled off his clean jacket folding it as he walked, loosening his tie for more comfort as he got into his ride. He cruised down the city’s streets with one thing on his mind, gripping the steering wheel tightly as he prepped himself mentally to take out the man who had deceived his gang for far too long.

The sound of a horn startled him causing him to slam on his breaks at the loudness, his attention focusing on a female glaring at him while perched on top of a baby blue scooter. Sungjin realized at that moment that he almost hit her, not paying attention to the red light above.

“You idiot!” She shouted at him once he rolled down his car window ready to apologize. He held eye contact with her until the honking of cars behind her commenced. The girl on the scooter gave him the finger before taking off, making Sungjin smirk at her actions. He was exceptional at remembering faces, especially of people he knew he was bound to kill but Sungjin wanted to remember her features for a different reason.

She was beautiful in those few seconds he laid eyes on her and it was disappointing that he would never see her again.

He arrived on a deserted road right outside the city, bringing his vehicle to a stop. It was time for him to change and walk the rest of the way to his destination.

Sungjin got out of his car and walked around to the trunk, taking out a bag consisting of clothes while keeping his eyes on the numerous black cases that held his favorite artillery.

He changed clothes swiftly, exchanging his suave business attire for a pair of dark ripped jeans, a t-shirt, scuffed boots and leather jacket. His fingers skimmed through his brown hair disheveling it a tad, a soft hum slipping past his lips as he opened a case in the trunk brushing his fingertips over cold steel.

“It’s been a while.” He smiled as he picked up his old sniper rifle, examining the beauty before him and checking for bullets. Sungjin tested out the weapon before proceeding to put on a pair of black gloves. He grabbed a backpack full of smaller guns, strapping it to his back as he shut the trunk.

This was the first time in a long time that he was getting his hands dirty and though it came with a thrill, from his boss’s point of view this was no position he should take unless it was necessary.

Today it just so happened to be necessary.

Sungjin walked the road until he located the place Mr. Rae called himself hiding in, it was an old mechanic shop that went out of business several years ago along with other businesses that lined the same street. It was a deserted location perfect for sneaky jobs and frequent murders with no witnesses to spy on the committed crimes in that area.

He forced himself into the rundown building across the street from his target and made his way up the stairs searching until he found the door that led to the rooftop. Sungjin sat his backpack down and got on his knees, positioning his sniper rifle at the front door, waiting for any sign of life. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, the sound of his own breathing becoming louder. The adrenaline was kicking in, the excitement of the kill gnawing at the back of his head.

The door opened and two men followed by Rae exited the mechanic shop with laughter as they sauntered toward a black suv. A grin danced at the corner of Sungjin’s lips as he grazed the trigger of his gun.

“Boom.” He whispered, firing several silent shots aimed for their skulls. Each bullet pierced the men, blood spurting as their bodies fell to the ground simultaneously.

Sungjin sighed, feeling accomplished as he stood up and pulled his cell phone out of his back pocket, pressing one button to call someone important.

“He’s dead sir, time of death 4:15 PM.”

A string of curses escaped your lips as you sped down the street on your scooter. Your delivery was several minutes late thanks to the jerk in the nice car that almost hit you. His light was red and yours was green and yet he proceeded to drive a little further causing you to slam on the brakes of your scooter in a hurry with a honk of your horn. You could have been hit because of the asshole who didn’t pay the roads any attention, you hated people like that the most. You were only able to yell one word at his handsome face and flick him off to further show your displeasure with him before taking off down the street again after being honked at by numerous cars behind you.

“Stupid.” You muttered under your breath still holding on to the anger after a few minutes, the comment was toward him and at yourself for thinking he was even attractive in that moment.

Your scooter came to a stop at a familiar residence and you hopped off it immediately, unstrapping the food order from your basket and hurrying up to the customers front door. You gave the door a few knocks and when it opened you quickly apologized for being late.

“Sorry, Ms. I had a bit of an issue earlier which delayed me.” You gave a smile to the older woman who kindly smiled back with a shake of her head. She was a frequent customer at your father’s restaurant and when she didn’t feel too well to leave her home, if you had the time, you would deliver meals to her and other customers.

“Oh, it’s fine dear.” She smiled and handed you cash before taking the food off your hands. “Thank you so much and please keep the change.”

She was a nice old lady, one of your favorite people to interact with when you decided to help your dad out.

You hopped back on your scooter to return the change and tips, running into the restaurant in a hurry to place the money on the counter. “Thanks, Y/n… you know you should really just work--” You cut your dad off by kissing his cheek before running for the exit. He was only going to nag you about taking on a full-time job helping him run his food business instead of working late nights at a bar which seemed unsafe in his opinion.

It was the same thing each time you were near him and you didn’t have time to listen to his repetitious words, you would be late for work if you stayed any longer. Working at the bar wasn’t an ideal career but you enjoyed it for the time being.

Night fell and business at the bar moved slowly in the beginning and picked up around 10 PM.

“A shot of Jack please.”

You raised your eyes from the glass you were cleaning to meet a face you saw just a few hours ago in a tense situation. It was the guy with the nice car who flashed you a nice smile. It took all you had not to frown at him your teeth gritting as you reached for the Jack Daniels bottle and a small shot glass to pour him the brown liquor.

“Thank you.” He smiled again when you slid the glass across the bar toward him.

“Sure.” You replied trying not to stare too hard as he downed the shot. He was well dressed, with the look of an office worker and his hair was slightly combed back. Your eyes dragged over his features, from his prominent nose to his rosy lips and his naturally wide eyes. He was interesting to look at, even the row of piercings that lined his left ear caught your attention but you wondered if an officer worker get away with jewelry like that on the job? That should have been the last thing you cared about.

His eyes met yours again and you looked away to the glass you were cleaning before he showed up. The jerk probably didn’t remember that he almost hit you earlier and you were inching to mention it until he spoke again.

“You’re the woman from earlier right...? The one I almost hit. I didn’t get to say this before you sped off but… I’m really sorry. I had a lot on my mind earlier, I apologize..” His smile was apologetic and with just one look your anger toward him dispersed.

“It’s fine. I wasn’t sure if you saw my face…it all happened so fast. But I’m glad I’m not dead.” You gave him a stiff laugh feeling awkward that you couldn’t be upset anymore after he apologized.

“I don’t think I could forget your face…” He replied sliding his glass back toward you. His simple words had your face heating. “Small world don’t you think? I was positive I wouldn’t see you again.” He said with a chuckle.

“You’re right.” You replied with a small laugh. It was quite the coincidence that he showed up at your bar tonight.

“I’m Sungjin.” He introduced himself, lips curved once again.

“Nice to meet you I’m-”

“Y/n! There’s my girl!” You cringed at the voice that shouted your name from the door. It was a man who was there almost every night who also spent hours talking you to death about his life and his ex-wife.

“Hi Jun.” You greeted him as he sat down next to Sungjin who asked for another shot of Jack and a glass of Hennessy. You happily fixed his drinks before tending to Jun who ordered the usual every night an Alice in Wonderland, his favorite mixture of alcohols. After a few shots, the man was plastered and talking up a storm to someone else nearby. You served other customers while making small talk with Sungjin who asked you about yourself without mentioning much of what he did.

You were just a simple girl who was taking a break from college for a semester to work and save money. Before you could ask him anything about himself, your hand was grabbed and you were yanked in a different direction. Surprised, you glared at the culprit. It was Jun who stared at you with blood shot eyes.

“When will you become mineeee Y/n…?” He slurred his words as he talked and you tried your best to wiggle your wrist out of his tight grasp.

“Jun… let go. I told you before I’m not interested.” You stated this plenty of times when the man got drunk but this was the first time he physically touched you.

“No! Just give me a chanceeee and date me breautiful!” He was aggressive and you were sure your wrist would bruise after his tight hold.

“Let go.” Sungjin stood up and placed his hand on Jun’s shoulder. Jun let go of your wrist and turned to Sungjin, standing up to meet him eye to eye.

“What are you gonna do punk...?” Jun shoved Sungjin who reacted quickly with a swift punch to the intoxicated man’s face and before you could blink again he had him pinned against the bar with his hand digging into his neck.

“O-okay...” Jun coughed and gasped for air as Sungjin tightened his grip on his neck with a sharp glare. His demeanor had changed so dramatically in a matter of seconds it sent chills running down your spine.

“Sungjin… it’s okay I’m fine.” You assured him before things got too out of hand. Sungjin looked at you before letting Jun go. Your manager who watched the scene unfold grabbed the drunk man and escorted him out telling him to never come back after what he’d just done. Everything around you carried on as if nothing happened a minute later, Sungjin sitting back in his seat with another apology.

“I didn’t mean to get carried away.”

“Oh no! He’s never done that before… and I’m really happy you put a stop to him.” You smiled.

Sungjin was the first person you talked to for hours while you worked and he was nice enough to stay until your shift ended in the AM to make sure you got to your ride safely.

“See you again?” He asked as you settled yourself on your scooter.

“If you plan on dropping by again, of course.” You grinned as you adjusted the helmet on your head.

“I mean besides the bar...” His words had your cheeks flushing and you nodded, exchanging phone numbers with him.

You didn’t meet with Sungjin often after that night but when you did, you found yourself feeling light as a feather. He made any bad feelings you were having from the day or even the week drift away as if they never existed. You enjoyed his laugh and the way he smiled as he spoke. You enjoyed how much of a gentleman he was opening doors for you and even walking on the sidewalk closest to the road to keep you from harm. He was a great man you were gradually developing feelings for but there was something about him you felt was missing as if you weren’t getting to know all of him...

Several gunshots and an agonizing scream bounced off the walls, echoing loudly around him.

Sungjin stood in a warehouse with four of his fellow gang members and two gentlemen groveling on the floor covered in blood while they begged for their lives. Sungjin watched hardly phased at the sight as his right-hand Brian and another guy, Dowoon, put away their guns after unleashing bullets upon the two that wronged their entire organization. The two men had been stealing drugs from Jinyoung and sold them for their own personal use as if the rest of the mafia wouldn’t know what they were doing. Too bad Sungjin knew everything that went on under his nose and finally decided to put a stop to their side act with Jinyoung’s permission.

“Finish up here.” Sungjin motioned the tallest member of his crew to dispose of the two men, he didn’t care how he did it as long as it was done. He walked away running his hand through his russet hair, pulling his phone out of his suit pocket to check for missed calls and messages. His brows raised when he saw numerous missed calls from you, opening a voice mail to hear your weak tone asking whenever he was free if he could meet up with you at your apartment.

Sungjin was out of the warehouse in seconds with only you on his mind for the rest of the evening. He called back but you didn’t answer leaving him worried as he traveled to your apartment as quickly as he could. The directions came easily to him after he’d visited so many times, Sungjin could get to you no matter what part of town he was on.

“Y/n…! Open up!” He panicked as he knocked on your door, silence looming in the air as he waited for an answer. When the door finally opened and he saw your face Sungjin quickly pulled you into his arms holding you tight and breathing a sigh of relief.

“What’s wrong...?” You asked and he laughed a little.

“I should be asking you that… I got your voicemail is everything alright?” He pulled back to get a good look at your face seeing no trace of sadness but something was off.

“I’m doing alright… you answered, but my dad and his business are not...” You continued as you pulled him in. Sungjin knew about your father and knew he ran a restaurant but he never once met the man that raised you and he didn’t expect to for a while since the two of you were taking things slow.

“What happened to him?” He asked as he sat down on your couch. You sat down next to him, curling up with one of your pillows.

“He’s losing his restaurant; some rich guy is buying up properties along the street his place is on and my dad can’t afford to keep it. They’re offering him money as compensation but it’s not enough for him to make a living or even open a new restaurant...”

Sungjin’s brows creased as he listened to you. “The man who is doing this is very powerful from what I hear, some man named Jinyoung who owns so many businesses already. I also hear he’s a snake and is secretly up to no good…” You spoke bitterly not catching on to the way Sungjin’s big eyes widened even more at your words.

He remained silent as if he were putting together pieces of a puzzle in his mind. Just a week ago he met with his boss who informed him of recent places he was buying out, Sungjin had no idea that one of the buildings was the home of your father’s restaurant. His heart sank at the news. There would be nothing he could do to help your dad no matter how much he wanted to. He knew Jinyoung well and this plan of his was already set in stone.

Sungjin would have to live as if he didn’t know anything and that meant you would never find out his boss was the one doing this. He removed his jacket and reached for you, pulling you gently by the arm onto his lap. “I’m sorry.” He apologized placing a kiss to your temple. You shook your head flashing him a gentle smile.

“It’s fine… I’ll work hard and take another job to help my dad open his restaurant elsewhere.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his jawline. Your lips found his in a quick kiss, it was soft and sweet and he was not expecting it. Sungjin stared at you for a moment before he swiftly laid you back on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

“Sungjin…” You stared into his intimate eyes and he silenced you with another kiss. That night ended with your legs and his tangled in bed sheets.

Sungjin kept you far away from his lifestyle as he possibly could. To you, he was just a hardworking guy working for a wealthy company that lavished their employees with perks you didn’t care to question. He did switch it up when he was with you, trading in his fancy suits for a pair of torn jeans and sneakers, showing you a side of him that seemed typical of a man of only twenty-four. If you remained with him for the rest of his life he was confident he could keep his mafia lifestyle from reaching your ears. There was a line he would always keep you from crossing over no matter what it took.

One late night Sungjin sat situated in a car across the street from one of the jewelry stores belonging to Jinyoung. He took it upon himself to watch for suspicious activity and get rid of the person who had been robbing the other locations. It was a job he could work alone especially when everyone else had different tasks to attend to. This thief he was after was swift and quite clever and the boss was fed up with thousands of dollars’ worth of jewels being taken from him. Sungjin was sure the crook’s next target was the store located east, the one he waited near ready to catch and kill them.

It only took an hour for someone dressed in black to walk past the store as if they were just passing by, only to double back when they thought no one was around, using tools to get inside the store without triggering the alarm. Sungjin got out of his car once the thief got inside, his plan was to position himself around the corner and attack once the criminal made an exit. When the person snuck out Sungjin froze, the figure of the person becoming familiar to him. No, it couldn’t be. The eyes that hid behind the black mask made his heart sink as he stood unnoticed by the robber in the shadows.

Sungjin watched as you took the mask off when you thought it was safe, securing a backpack full of jewelry and other items to your back. You were the one stealing from his boss and he was sure revenge for your father was your motive. Sungjin couldn’t blame you for your actions but now he was stuck in a complicated position. He couldn’t give you up because he had fallen in love with you despite how strong his loyalty to Jinyoung was. If anyone ever traced the break-ins back to you, no matter how successful you’ve been so far, he didn’t know if he could protect you.

Sungjin sighed in frustration as he ran his fingers through his hair, eyes tearing up as you made your escape.

He didn’t know if he could protect you… but he was going to try.

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A Sterek fanfic, rated E.

Chapter 9/? | 6,563 words

Deputy Stiles Stilinski is fascinated with Beacon Hills’ serial killer cold case of 2011, to the point of obsession. He's going to solve it if it kills him. It's that last bit that lands him on mandatory health leave. It's his own bad decision-making that puts him in the middle of the woods at night. Going off the path to help a wolf caught in a hunter’s snare? That one he’s not sure about.

An AU where Scott was never bitten, Derek never followed Laura to Beacon Hills, and Peter was never caught.

This story includes a vague attempt at a murder mystery, human Alpha Stiles Stilinski (which he did not sign up for), full shift werewolves, Pack dynamics, OCs, Derek Hale having a life outside of tragedy, nonbinary Scott McCall, and titles that are way too long.

Warning this chapter for discussion of Kate and Derek’s relationship, and all the things that entails.

Chapter 9: Letting people down is my thing, baby (this town ain’t big enough for two of us)

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Derek Hale is brought in in handcuffs. Stiles leaps to his feet the moment Derek appears in the doorway, flanked by Deputy Haigh and a weary looking Deputy Parrish. (Stiles absolutely does not notice so quickly because he’s been watching the door since the deputies left. Not at all.) “What are you doing?” he hisses at them as they near. “This is a voluntary interview!”

“He assaulted me,” Haigh says with a nasty smile. Stiles ire ramps up just looking at it. He’d always known Haigh was a grade-A asshole, but his desire to punch the smile right off his face goes past that today. Why, he doesn’t want to think about.

Parrish’s frown at the declaration tells Stiles everything he needs to know. The resigned, guarded look in Derek’s eyes is only a bonus - and not a happy one. Stupid, rule-bending, bad cop posturing bullshit. “Get the handcuffs off him,” he orders.

“Last I checked, you weren’t above me on the chain of command, rookie.”

“No, but I am, Deputy Haigh.” All of them flinch as the Sheriff materializes behind them, his face stern. “Handcuffs off him, Haigh. I’ll speak with you later.”

Haigh at least has the grace to keep his scowling subtle as he steps behind Derek. But Stiles isn’t imagining the unnecessary tug Haigh gives Derek’s arms as he unlocks the cuffs. Stiles clenches his fists, eyes narrowing, glaring at the man until he finally makes the retreat back towards his desk. “Sorry, man,” Stiles says as soon as the deputy is out of earshot. “It was supposed to be voluntary--”

“Let’s get this over with,” Derek interrupts. But he’s not speaking to Stiles. He’s not even looking at Stiles. He’s looking straight past him at Sheriff Stilinski instead. He shoulders his way past without even the slightest acknowledgment. Stiles’ jaw clicks shut, stung by the cold reception.

“You okay?” Parrish asks him quietly, glancing from Stiles to Derek’s retreating back.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah it’s… no, it’s fine,” he stammers. But his reassurances sound flat even to his ears. The expression of sympathy that Parrish shoots him only brings a sour taste to his mouth.

Parrish pats his shoulder. “Come on. We can go watch.”

“Parrish,” Stiles manages to gasp with dramatic flair. “That is downright sneaky of you. You, our golden boy deputy!”

“It’s not sneaky when we’re on the case,” Parrish argues. He ushers Stiles towards the interrogation room (a glorified conference room that they sectioned off into two rooms and stuck a viewing window in), not that he has to convince Stiles.

They slip into the observation booth just as Derek and the Sheriff are getting past the pleasantries. Stiles tunes out the reading of his rights during questioning and the official apologies for Haigh’s behavior. Instead he watches Derek. Stiles can actually see the man closing off. He’s starting to get a sense of his body language now (which has nothing to do with his less than advisable fascination with the man - nope). Stiles has learned to gauge just how defensive Derek is in the tense line of his jaw, in the severe downward slash of his mouth.

“So uh,” Parrish begins, “what as that out there with Hale?”

For a moment, Stiles debates whether he should tell Parrish anything. But, in the end, he knows his fellow deputy is a good guy. Kind of unfailingly optimistic and loyal in a way that too few people are. It makes even Stiles’ cynicism waver. “Surprised my dad hasn’t told you.”

“Ah, I’m not the lead on this case or anything. If it’s not pertinent, I don’t see why he would.”

“It’s… pertinent,” Stiles admits. He runs a hand through his hair. “I might have slept with the guy. And… then realize he could be involved after.”

Beside him, Parrish’s eyes go wide. “Like… like right after? So, what’d you do?”

Stiles winces. “Uh, well...”

“Did you… just run off?”

They share the next grimace. Because Stiles can’t even deny that he ran off like a complete coward. Under any normal circumstance it’d be definite grounds for Derek’s cold treatment of him. And then the next time they meet is when the man is being brought in for questioning? Under Stiles’ request?

Yeah, Stiles is an asshole. Even if it’s more complicated than just him sneaking away after sex, he’s still an asshole.

“That’s rough, buddy,” Parrish says helpfully.

He sighs. “Thanks.”

His father’s voice drifts through the speakers, forcing them into silence. “Why don’t you tell me why you came back to town, Mister Hale.”

“I came back to clean up the estate. Too many of our family properties are struggling. Or defaulting altogether.” Derek’s word are perfectly civil. And yet his expression gives off all the impression of a cornered animal - poised but dangerous, looking for an opening.

“They’ve been failing for a while,” the Sheriff remarks. “Why now?”

He shrugs. “Ever since the fire, we let investors take care of them. We were hands off. I didn’t look at any of the reports until this year.” Derek doesn’t avert his eyes. He doesn’t even fidget. The only outward sign of anything is the way his jaw clenches.

It’s so perfectly controlled that it can be nothing other than suspicious.

‘Get him, Dad,’ Stiles silently urges.

Inside the next room, his father leans his elbows onto the table. “Look, son, I won’t lie to you.” There’s no missing the way Derek bristles at the familiarity. “The fact that we couldn’t reach you for more than a month after your sister’s death, only when the killings had stopped, and the fact that you show up in town just as they’re starting again… it’s suspicious. I need to know your whereabouts during the murders. Both six years ago and now.”

Where anyone else might be indignant about being implicated in a serial murder spree, Derek Hale barely even flinches. If anything, he only seems exasperated. “Six years ago, I was in New York,” he deadpans.

“Humor me, son. We need hard evidence of your whereabouts.”

“You can check the attendance records from Columbia. I had a volunteer job through them too, so they’ll have records of my time.”

“We’ll be sure to look into that,” Stilinski says. “And the recent murders? Specifically…” He glances through the paperwork in front of him. “The hours between 3 and 5 AM the night of the 29th, 6 and 9 PM the night of the 5th, and midnight and 2 AM on the 11th.”

Derek’s frown deepens. “I would’ve been in my building by then.”

“And can anyone corroborate this?”

“The building’s tenants, I guess.”

“But no one specifically.”

“If I’m not meeting with contractors or meeting the needs of my tenants, Sheriff, I keep to myself,” Derek stresses, sounding outright annoyed now.

Unperturbed, the Sheriff hums thoughtfully. “We’ll mark that down as ‘no concrete alibi’ then. You’ve been recently seen going into the Preserve, or into places you really shouldn’t be wandering at night. Care to tell me why?”

Derek’s eyes flick towards the window, as if he somehow senses that Stiles is there watching. Stiles fights the urge to duck out of sight, even though he knows there’s no way for Derek to see him. “Last I checked, walking at night wasn’t a crime.”

“It’s not,” Sheriff Stilinski replies. “But it is questionable when we have a serial murderer on the loose.” When Derek says nothing, he grabs up a pile of photos from the file instead. Each of them are laid out one-by-one on the table between them. “Laura Hale,” he says, gesturing to her picture. “Garrison Myers. Jeremy Holmes. Marcus Reddick. Paul Unger. Edward Cunningham. Adrian Harris. Jennifer Kisler. Peter Hale. Three members of Argent’s security team. And Kate Argent.”

And this time Derek does flinch. Parrish takes a step closer to the window. It feels like the entire room holds its breath, waiting. Sheriff Stilinski pauses, and Stiles can see the gears turning in his head, the detective in him going to work.

“Just looking at them, they all seem random. No common physicality, nothing obvious that links them. Except…” He pushes the photos of Peter, Laura, and Jennifer forward. “Two of the three survivors of the Hale fire and a caretaker of one of them.” Next he pushes the photos of Myers and Cunningham. “The insurance investigator who ruled it an accident. The retired contractor who worked on your family’s home prior to the fire.” Harris, Holmes, Reddick, and Unger are next. “Three convicted arsonists and a chemistry teacher who we know Kate Argent approached.” And last, he taps the pictures of Argent and her bodyguards. “And… an Argent and her entourage. You see the connections we’re making?”

Derek has gone pale now, his eyes trained on the photos spread across the table. And Stiles isn’t the only one who notices his gaze lingering on one in particular.

His dad picks up Kate Argent’s picture, brandishing it pointedly. “It seems like there’s no love lost between you and the Argents. You want to explain to me how you knew Miss Argent?”

“I didn’t,” Derek hisses, but the waver in his voice makes it less than believable.

“Really? You seem to recognize her.” Stilinski sets the glossy photo back on the table and pushes it towards Derek. There’s no hiding the way the man’s hands curl into fists, physically shrinking away from it. “We know that she was living in Beacon Hills before the fire, and considering she approached Harris we figure she’s either the orchestrator of the fire or one of the main accomplices. You can imagine why we’d want to know her movements while she was in town. Who she talked to. Who she knew--”

“I didn’t know her,” the other man insists, weaker this time. And that is when Stiles knows something has gone wrong. Because the look on Derek’s face is not the look of a man caught in a lie. No, Stiles has seen that look on him, has seen the cold panic of his mind working its way through one lie and into another. No, this is the same broken, hollow expression that Stiles had seen on him just days ago, back in his loft. It’s terror and knowing.

“I think we both know that’s a lie, son. Now why don’t you tell me, before I have to start asking around and find out from someone who saw you with her all those years ago.” It’s a longshot, really. A connection from twelve years ago is hard to prove, but if anyone can do it anywhere, it’s his dad in a small town like Beacon Hills.

Stiles just wishes he didn’t have such a bad feeling about it.

It seems like Derek is going to refute the accusations for a moment. The room is filled with tense, oppressing silence as he gazes hollowly at Kate Argent’s photo captured face. And then he gently, as though the item might come alive and bite him, pushes it back across the desk.

“We were in a relationship, before,” Derek confesses.

The Sheriff immediately leans forward. “Before she was killed.”

Derek heaves a sigh, like his next words physically pain him. It’s not until after they leave his mouth that Stiles realizes that might be true. “No, I mean… before the fire.”

The gravity of the admission dawns on Stiles about the exact same moment it does on his father. “Son, you would have been…”

“Just turned sixteen,” Derek finishes for him.

“That would have made her approximately twenty-five, correct?”

“I guess. She never told me.”

“And what was the nature of your relationship?”

Derek’s expression twists. “Sexual.”

There’s a moment where none of them dares to speak. The look of horror that spreads across Parrish’s face is exactly how Stiles feels in that moment. Inside the interrogation room, his dad leans his elbows on the table. His frown has taken on a different edge now.

“When did Kate Argent first approach you, Mister Hale?”

“I didn’t know her as Kate Argent, then,” Derek answers quietly. “She told me her name was Kate Mitchell. She came to one of my games, said she was impressed. She said… a lot of things. And I--” he cuts off, something hollow and terrible in his eyes. “I was so fucking stupid.”

“And why do you say that, son?” The Sheriff prods, his tone more gentle this time.

“I thought I loved her.“ Derek’s voice has gone quiet and small. “So when she was interested in my family, I told her. When she asked about the house, I told her. I’m the reason she knew when everyone would be home. And how to get into the house to rig the fire.”

The Sheriff folds his hands on the table. “Did she force you to let her in the house?”

Derek’s frown only deepens, grows more self-loathing. “If she had, I could at least say I tried to stop her. No, she only asked questions. She only seemed interested. She always made it clear what would happen if she lost interest. By then, I-- I answered every question. Like an idiot child. It’s my fault,” he says. And now he drops his gaze to his hands. “I never… told Laura. I never told anyone. Maybe if I had, Laura would have known it was my fault, and never came back.”

Stiles turns on heel and exits the booth, ignoring the hollow, sick feeling growing in his stomach. He doesn’t need to hear anymore to know they aren’t arresting Derek Hale today. Stiles returns to his desk to wait out the rest of the interview.

His hands shake as he sorts through the pile of reports on his desk, and he has to stop and take a steadying breath.

The interview answered a lot of questions, sure. It proves that the Alpha killings are intrinsically linked with the Hale fire, either for revenge or to cover up the crime itself. It proves that Kate Argent had been the likely mastermind behind the fire, even though they’re lacking in hard evidence at the moment. It explains why Derek and the Argents don’t like each other.

It also makes Stiles want to drag Kate Argent from her grave and set her on fire, but no one needs to know that.

Stiles can’t say he can see Derek, a man who seems to have internalized what happened to him and his family, turning that grief into a bloody revenge. Not anymore. Not after this. However, nothing in Derek’s statement absolves him of suspicion. A gut feeling doesn’t trump hard evidence.

Not that they have any of that either. And no grounds to request a warrant with all their speculation and circumstantial evidence.

Still, Stiles can’t help but feel a teeny, miniscule, little bit terrible about how he’s handled this whole thing. In the past week Stiles has slept with the man, left him almost immediately after, discovered a - shaky at best - connection to the Alpha, stalked him (let’s be honest), had him dragged into the station for questioning, and forced him to relive what was clearly an awful, manipulative relationship that resulted in the death of his family.

Stiles quietly lowers his head to the desk, and groans.

“You’re an awful person, Stiles,” he mutters.

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