#in a more serious tone i want to write a little drabble of the prisoners leaving/returning to the prison area

[good-beanswrites]

Woo hello 🎬!! I kept all of your ask here -- I put it like this for my own easy scrolling, but no way am I cutting any of this, it's so perfect AH

Oughhhhgh Haruka getting more confident from hanging out with everyone and getting such positive feedback… I’d imagine the back to back innocent verdict and night of compliments would do wonders for his psyche ;-; And same for Muu and Amane! Minus the inno verdict, but the sudden influx of explicit compliments and acknowledgement of “hey, that was fucked up what they did to you, okay?” I wonder if there’s any awkwardness since After Pain directly follows Bring it On, but I like to imagine Fuuta and Muu have a deeper talk about things in private (and maybe Muu hesitantly mentions her involvement with Rei in preparation for INMF…)

Damn, who’s going to give the sex talk to the kids after Yuno’s vide-- Shidou. Sidou does. Without hesitation. They have to stop him because no one wants to hear it and everyone there already understands the basics.I love the idea of she, Mahiru, Muu, and designer Mikoto chatting about everyone’s fashion sense (I can imagine them poking fun at Fuuta’s tracksuit and Shidou’s patterned shirts.) And planning shopping trips that include everyone!!! Amane and Kotoko are given no choice in the matter, and a lot of the guys are genuinely interested in coming along.

Awww, I love the thought of Haruka getting into a “boy” interest with Fuuta and Mikoto -- he never knew what it was like to have brothers but he’s really enjoying it <3 (Also I’m cracking up over Fuuta trying desperately to convince them “it’s not cringe!!!”)

ASDFSDF Mappi just straight up sobbing and Mikoto handing her tissues 😂 But yes, she also gets choked up during Magic and Amane can’t figure out why. This begins the adults’ efforts to get her out of whatever situation she’s currently in (which Jackalope was already half-working on, but is definitely spurred on by several angry almost-murderers demanding he get it done now.)

I do like that idea of Red more comfortable with showing skin than Blue. (I know people are very emotional about the stalker theory, but I personally never took it in a harmful way. I always enjoyed how it was a symbol of stripping away everything else until you’re left with your true, whole self.) So I like to think that Blue feels too exposed, but Red/Green are the ones who pitched it in a symbolic sense! 

I’m losing my mind at Kotoko/Kazui/Red talking about sparring. Everyone else is like “hell yeah, let’s see it!” and Shidou just sitting there like “you all are going to be the death of me. You are NOT fighting.” Because I really want to think about it happening, I’ll say they manage to sneak away at least once and nearly break a prop in the process, to which even Jackalope shuts them down.

I think they all manage to get pretty serious again by the time T2 rolls around, but the hiatus is filled with a lot of sweet moments and healing conversations between everyone. Also, making so many plans for the future helps keep them sane when some of the project immersion gets a bit too real. Whenever they start realizing they might be condemned for their actions and worried that they’re too broken/they’re life is ruined, they come back to those plans and relax a bit.

Absolutely no pressure, but I would love to hear your T2 thoughts! 👀👀👀 I’m so incredibly grateful you’ve taken the time to share your ideas -- from the very beginning this au has been a big collaboration, so it’s super fun bouncing ideas around :D

#milgram #ft everyone! #i really love all of these ;---; #thank you so much!! ive been enjoying these so much and im sure everyone else is as well #i keep swinging drastically from torturing myself by thinking deeply about upcoming angst #and then healing myself thinking of everyone chillin in this au sdfsdfa #pretty soon ill write up a post with little details ive had in mind here and there 👍👍 #i just havent had the motivation to put em down on paper yet but youre inspiring me!!!! #and yeah... i swore id finish a few of my current milgram wips before starting anything new but youre tempting meeeee #there will be plenty of time over the upcoming trial break for me to get some writing in im sure 👀 #in a more serious tone i want to write a little drabble of the prisoners leaving/returning to the prison area #the odd relief of dropping pretenses and feeling free again #and then the heaviness that settles over them when they put on their fake bandages and torn uniforms and walk back in #but movie night my beloved!!! #not in a limiting gender role sort of way but i think with all the femininity that was forced on haruka he has a great time with the boys #all that fashion advice was Not heeded when choosing outfits for backdraft and triage #the Dad Fit was all shidous idea #(<- says this but i love the backdraft look jsyk) #i feel like t2 movie night would be much more chaotic since they were involved for a lot so they can get rowdier #then again some things were left secretive -- they never got to meet shidous kids and most didnt watch tear drop filming #and some of the post-filming effects probably turned out cooler than they were expecting #lights camera sing your sins #ask

[bellylivesthepoguelife]

i need you. John B x Sarah

Request: “ Drabble request! Sort of got the idea from @alexandracheers house won’t fall story! How about Sarah is scared to talk to Ward about something, or they got into an argument and John B is there for her afterwards. Maybe a little spin on it and Sarah is still at school so John B can’t physically be there and he calls/FaceTimes with her? Thank you!! ☺️ “

Word Count: 2.5K

Author’s Note: Few things! 1) This is pure angst. Panic, fear, all of it. (I hurt my own feelings writing it so proceed w caution!) 2) I know that this does not follow the prompt exactly. I have talked with the anon that left this request, and we have decided to forego the talk with Ward, based on the direction I ended up taking this. That being said, I will be writing some other scenes with Ward because, I mean, c’mon, there’s just so much to work with there.

One last thing! This drabble was initially inspired by @alexandracheers​ work The House Won’t Fall (When the Bones Are Good) If you have not read that story yet, YOU. ARE MISSING. OUT. (Do yourself a favor: go read it and then come talk to me so we can talk about it.) Okay, here’s the drabble:

Sarah's gasping for breath as she waits for John B to answer. The photo of him blurred by her tears so she can only see the colors on the screen.

He answers on the 5th ring. "Hey Val, how's it going?" His upbeat, and happy voice makes her breakdown all over again. He's happy, probably spending the morning with JJ, making plans for the day. And now she was going to call and break them.

She tries to get a hold on herself, but the sobs don't stop wracking her body.

"Hey," John B instantly adopts the soft, gentle tone he does when she's upset. Though, he's never heard her this distraught before. "Hey. Sarah. Baby, what's going on. Talk to me."

Her whole body convulses as she's trying to catch her breath, coughing and gagging at the failed attempt.

"Sarah." His voice is steady. Not angry, but firm; calm. "Sarah, listen to me. Listen to me, okay." She quiets enough to focus on his words. "It's okay. You're okay."

But she wasn't. He had to have known she wasn't.

"You're okay. Try to breathe, okay?"

She lets out another heavy sob, and brokenly whispers his name.

"I'm right here." He soothes. "I'm right here, Sarah. I'm not going anywhere, but you need to breathe, okay?"

She really does try to even her breathing. But every time she starts to get a handle on her emotions, her mind races and spirals her right back down, again.

"Is Kristen home?" He's trying to see if her roommate is there, probably to make sure she doesn't pass out or choke on her own vomit.

Getting the one syllable "no" out is harder than it needs to be.

"Okay," she can tell he's thinking, "okay, I'm on my way to come get you. Is that okay?"

The gesture causes her throat to close as more tears stream down her already wet cheeks.

He continues, "we can stay there, or come back to the Banks for the weekend, or I'll leave you be for the weekend. Whatever you need, I just need to make sure you're okay, and I don't want you to be alone when you're this upset." He sounds almost like he's trying to convince her, like she's the parent and he desperately wants to spend the night at his friends house.

"John B." she tries his name again, though this time it sounds a little stronger.

"Yeah, Sarah, I'm here."

She'd give anything to stop the sobs that have her chest heaving, to allow her to just speak to him normally. Or for him to be able to read her mind. At this point, either or would be beneficial. "I need you, John B." And the confession has her holding the phone above her head as she covers her face with her forearms. "I don't know what to do, and I just- I really need you, John B!" She sobs again.

"Okay." She hears the panic in his voice and the shuffling of objects as he no doubt is trying to get out of the house as fast as possible. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way, Sarah. I'm on my way."

When the van pulls into the parking lot of Sarah's dorm, John B is already giving himself a mental pep talk. He had stayed on the phone with Sarah for the first half hour of his trip, soothing and calming her as much as he could through the phone. When she realized that he was, in fact, coming to get her, she did calm down a minuscule amount, but was still distraught enough for him to be concerned. He had toyed with calling Wheezie to see if she knew anything about what had happened, but decided against it as he didn't want to get the girl wound up until he had all of the pieces to the puzzle.

After the first 30 minutes of their trip, she had quieted enough to the point where he could hear her breathing even out as she cried herself to sleep. This fact had wrecked the man currently driving 15 over the speed limit to try and decrease the time it took for him to get there, but he allowed himself a bit of comfort knowing that she was comforted enough by him talking that she was able to relax enough to fall asleep.

In all honesty, that probably was the best thing for her at the moment.

Since it was only midday, he didn't have to worry about checking into building. And, given the fact that Sarah had given him her spare apartment key (though, no one could know since that most definitely was a breech in her housing contract) he was able to get right into the elevator and travel to the fourth floor.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a nervous wreck. Whatever had Sarah this upset had to be at least somewhat serious. He let his mind wander, wondering if she had heard something from Ward, or Rafe. He knew that she had petitioned to file a restraining order, barring them from contacting her in any way (even though they were currently behind bars in federal prison).

When the doors opened to the fourth floor, he forced himself to clear his mind. Ready to do whatever he had to, in order to make sure she was okay. The only people he saw on his way to Sarah's room was a girl at the opposite end from where Sarah's room was, locking her door, and another group of people walk past the intersection further down.

He knocked on the door before moving to insert the key. When no one responded, he assumed Kristen must've been out for the day, and Sarah was probably still asleep. He opened the door, and immediately moved to the door that led to Sarah's room, not bothering to give the main living area a second glance.

The first thing he noticed when he softly swung the door open was that her bed was empty. A quick scan of the room, and he saw her slumped over on the floor to his left, against the wall that the door was on. John B's heart swelled at the sight of her: hair on top of her head, she wore a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt, and her cheeks were caked with dried tears. Her phone lay next to her head, just next to her right hand.

He quickly shut the door behind him, and moved her phone, before kneeling down in front of her unconscious body. He just looked at her for a few moments, weighing the pros and cons of waking her up, or letting her sleep her heartache off. He decided to at least move her to the bed so she could be a little more comfortable than on the concrete floor. This also allowed him to hold her for awhile, which he didn't realize he needed until he picked her up.

It was like his world came back into alignment. He could see his north star, hold her close to his chest; he was really with her.

Sarah stirred as he placed her on the bed, pausing to grab a blanket before crawling into bed behind her. He rubbed her temple with his fingertips, running them gently through her hair a little ways before repeating the motion. It wasn't long before her eyes slowly slid open to look at him.

"You're here." His heart broke for the 4th time today as her voice cracked.

He smiled down at her. "I told you I was on my way." He leaned down to kiss her forehead, and she moved to sit up. He followed her movements, holding onto her hand as she looked around her room, probably getting her bearings, and refusing to look back over at him. He waited patiently for her to speak, rubbing his thumb over her hand to help ground her. He sees her hand go up to her mouth, and hears the soft sob that escapes her mouth before hes pulling her into him, hugging the right side of her body to his chest and slowly running his hands down her left arm.

"John B..." he knows she wants to tell him, she just isn't able to get the words out.

"I've got you." He promises, not knowing if it's the right or wrong thing to say as she brings her hands to her eyes, squeezing them shut and wiping at her tears. She may also be using it as an excuse to block her face from his view, and he wishes more than anything that she would take her hands away so he can see her. "Sarah," he continues, ducking his head in an attempt to get her to look at him. He knows that she feels comforted by his presence, but you wouldn't know that by looking at her right now. Her body language says that she's absolutely terrified. And that terrifies him even more. "Sarah, talk to me. Please don't shut me out, Val. Let me help you, please."

The stay like this for a few more moments before Sarah scrambles off the bed, and kneels in front of the trash can next to her desk. John B is behind her before she begins gagging, rubbing circles on her back as her body heaves. He thought his heart was breaking when he answered the phone this morning to her sobs. He thought his heart was breaking when he saw her lying asleep on the floor. But now, as he all but held her body weight against him, gently rubbing her back, and murmuring against her shoulder how much he loved her, he could literally feel the strings of his heart snapping.

Her body is shaking, weak and spent as she heaves again and again. Strangely enough, this (combined with the fact that she can feel John B's deep breaths on her back) helps to regulate her breathing enough to where she is calming down. She sniffs, and he sneaks a glance at her face, and sees her eyes are closed, right hand in her hair, left holding his. Her mouth is open as she breathes, and the tension in the air only gets heavier.

John B kissed her shoulder, and though her eyes don't open, she gives a short laugh that isn't comical in the slightest, and in the softest voice he's heard yet today, she says, "I'm sorry."

He kisses her shoulder again, not wanting to move until she did, but wanting to reassure her. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

She sniffs again, and though there are still tears on her cheeks, the sobs the had her whole body convulsing are for the most part gone. Her head is still in her right hand, and her eyes are still closed. "I'm pregnant." She confesses, opening her eyes to stare at the wall in front of her before closing again as her bottom lip trembles sporadically as she tries to fight off another breakdown now that he knows.

His mind is tripping over itself at the speed it goes, trying to think through what this means. He looks back at her face, and her eyes are still closed, but he can tell she's close to losing it again. He has no idea how long she's known.

Probably just since this morning, given the state she called him in. She was terrified, which was why she called him, but he realized that a large majority of that fear (for the time being at least) had to be at telling him. "Sarah." he turns her body around to face him which isn't difficult given how weak she is. He pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her, trying to shield her from the fear and pain that she is feeling. "It's okay." He says, and he can hear her crying again.

"I'm so scared." She admits, and he adjusting his arms trying to hold more of her in an attempt to hold her together. Because he knows if he can't focus on holding her together, then he's the one that's going to fall apart. And he's smart enough to know that he has to be strong for her right now, show her that he's supportive, and still loves her. He can, and most definitely will, break down later.

"I know." He's trying to think of what to say. As if there's something that can make the situation better, that can solve all of the pain in her heart. "I know, but Sarah," he's pulling back to try and look at her, because she has to know that he means every word. "Sarah, I promise you that I am not going anywhere, okay? We can- figure everything out, we can talk about everything, make a plan, we can do whatever we need to do, but I promise you I am not going anywhere. I love you." It's a phrase they've used so many times, so many ways, but this time he says it, he can hear the emotion that makes his voice thick and fragile. He knows she hears it, too, because her hands are on his face and bringing him back from his mental spiral. "I love you, Sarah. And I'm so sorry that this happened. I know you're scared, and I'm scared, and I don't know what we're going to do but I'm going to be here, okay. I'm going to protect you, and do whatever I can to keep you safe." She gives him a smile at his rambling. He tries to return it, but he can't think straight. He's thinking about how he's going to pay for a baby, and what is going to happen to them, and how are they going to make it work with her being at school? And do they move in together, or does he move here? Does she even want that, does she even want to have his kids? He can't help but feel guilty. He thinks of how hard she was crying earlier, how upset she was, and he definitely doesn't want to be the cause of that. Yet he is, because this was his doing, too. And all of a sudden he's apologizing.

"I'm so sorry, Sarah. I'm sorry. I know you didn't ask for this, and I know it hurts and-fuck-I'm just so sorry." He's crying, and she's been crying. Any other time and they would be laughing over the absurdity of them holding each other on the floor in the middle of her dorm room on a Thursday, and they probably will laugh about it. Maybe even sooner rather than later. But for right now, they let themselves be afraid. They allow themselves to grieve the plans, and futures they had in mind. Because even if they don't keep this baby (which John B thinks is highly unlikely, but he'll support her in whatever she decides) their relationship has changed. There will always be a before, and an after. This is the catalyst, the moment that it all changes. And for right now, they let themselves feel every part of it. 

#john b x sarah #john booker routledge #john b routledge #sarah cameron #protective john b #jarah b requests #jarah b #jarah b hurt/comfort #belly writes #outer banks writing #jarah b drabbles #john b x sarah angst #jarah b angst #outer banks drabbles #the gif really wrecked me

[squeamishdionysus]

Promise

pairing: Sokka x Reader

TW: none.

Summary: Sokka is about to leave for Boiling Rock, but he has to say goodbye first.

Notes: my first Avatar one shot!!! Sokka is one of my favorite characters, and I had fun writing for him, so you can definitely be expecting more of him. I've also got a Zuko fic coming up too, so I'm excited for that, though you can definitely expect little drabbles and one shots before that though. Also, I wasn't sure what I wanted to classify this as, as I don't see it as angst, but I guess that's what fits best, so whatever. Enjoy!

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There. Everything he thought he would need was packed up and ready to go. He had the map, some food, and a flask of water, which would be enough to get him through the trip to Boiling Rock. He’d just have to figure it out from there. 

Sokka tied up the sack, throwing it over his shoulder and looking back at the others. Everyone was still asleep, meaning they wouldn’t notice him leave. They had been so exhausted lately, he doubted they would wake up hearing Appa, which meant he could slip away completely unnoticed. They wouldn’t think anything of it and he’d be back in a day or two with his dad.

Unless something went wrong.

Sokka’s confidence faltered for a moment, as his mind drifted to the possibility of nothing working out right. What if he didn’t make it back? How would the others feel, thinking he had just gone fishing and then didn’t return. How would you feel?

He made his way to the room you were staying in, his eyes falling onto your figure. You were fast asleep in your sleeping bag, breathing softly and probably dreaming, completely and totally unaware that he was about to leave on what he knew would be a dangerous mission. The thought of you waiting for him to come back thinking he would only be gone for a few days only for him to never show up again broke his heart. And when he added in Katara doing the same thing and everyone else as well, it only shattered his heart even more.

Sokka sighed. He couldn’t do that to you. You were already so nervous as it was. You had lost your parents in a Fire Nation raid of a small Earth Kingdom city, and when you went through the forest escaping your village, you had lost your brother. When the group had run into you, you were on your own and had a hard time opening up to them. When you finally did, you were always so nervous you were going to lose them, whether it be from their reckless actions, or yours. That’s what made him decide he would tell you and only you about his plan, that and the reassurance that if anything went wrong or something unexpected happened while he was away, you could tell the others, and you could all come up with something to help. He knew you would understand his reasons, as you knew the pain of not knowing whether or not someone you loved was okay, and that wouldn’t stop him, though you would try so hard to convince him to do it himself. He had to do this. He just had to.

He made his way over to you, kneeling down and shaking you gently. You groaned softly, opening your eyes with a confused expression.

“Sokka? What’s going on?”

He shushed you quietly, holding a fingers up to his lips to tell you to be quiet. You blinked, confused and unsure, but obeyed him.

He took a breath, saying your name softly, his tone serious and stern. You immediately looked more concerned, sitting up and giving him a worried, but attentive look.

“I’m going to find my dad,” he finally said, his face showing how serious he was. Your brows furrowed, eyes widening.

“What? Sokka, you don’t-“

Sokka cut you off.

“Zuko said that he is probably in this Fire Nation prison. It’s near here, so I’m going to take Appa and go find my dad.”

Your eyes danced around the room as you processed this, your breath becoming slightly heavier. You placed your hand on his, looking back into his eyes.

“Sokka, I love you, but that sounds incredibly dangerous.”

He nodded solemnly, grabbing your hand and squeezing it lightly.

“It is… but I have to do it.”

Your expression softened, your eyes searching for some sort of clue of what he could possibly be thinking that would make him do this. There were probably dozens of questions racing through your head, and, as if he had been able to read your mind, Sokka began to answer them.

“The Invasion Plan was my plan, and it didn’t work out. Because of my mistakes, my dad is in the hands of the Fire Nation, and I don’t even know if he’s alive. I’ve got to find him. To make up for what I did.”

You wrapped your arms around your stomach, hugging yourself tightly as you processed all of this. Sokka watched you silently; your expression, though solemn and laced with worry, was still unreadable to the boy. He knew this would hurt you. He knew that it would scare you and bring back memories of things you didn’t want to remember.

But it would hurt you more if you didn’t know and he’d never be able come back to tell you.

You let out a shaky breath, finally looking back up at him. Your eyes were slightly welling up with tears, ones that you wiped with the sleeve of your shirt. You hated that he had to do this, but all the same, he had to go. You knew he didn’t stop you when you went looking for your brother after Ba Sing Se, and being able to do that finally gave you closure. How could you rob his chance to find closure for himself? 

You smiled, at least as much as you could.

“I… I believe in you Sokka. Please, please stay safe. And remember to use your head.”

Sokka smiled, pulling you into his chest for a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, tucking your face into his chest in a tight hold. After a good few seconds of embracing, you pulled back slightly to look up at him again, just as he began to speak again.

“I need you to promise me you won’t tell the others. I need to do this on my own, and I don’t want them to be worried. I’m only telling you now because I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if something bad happened and you spent the rest of your life thinking I went missing on a fishing trip.”

That last line made you crack a small smile and chuckle, though you almost immediately turned back to serious and concerned.

“Promise me you’ll come back,” you whispered, gazing directly into his eyes. His expression softened as he cupped the side of your face.

“I promise.”

Sokka then pressed his lips to yours in a short but loving kiss that left you wanting to hold him back, to continue to argue with him about going just to keep him there longer. But you didn’t. 

And when Sokka pulled away and whispered “goodbye,” you didn’t try to stop him. 

No matter how worried you were, you had faith Sokka could take care of himself.

#atla sokka #sokka imagine #sokka fanfic #sokka x reader #avatar: tlok #team avatar #avatar: the last airbender #avatar: the legend of korra #atla #atla art #atla zuko #atla toph #atla aang #atla katara #atla fanfic #atla fandom #atla fanfiction

[straight-to-the-pain]

In the Hands of the Enemy

This started off as a short drabble inspired by @pythagoreanwhump​‘s OC Cormac but soon developed into a whole thing of its own and I don’t have anything to say for myself. I’m too late for this to actually count for whumptober but I’m stealing the title because I liked it. I left this pretty vague on purpose but you can read it as set in the Soviet Union during the Cold War. I’m currently reading a book about air espionage during that time and my brain won’t leave me alone unless I write it. Contains: military themed whump, descriptions of a plane crash, broken bones, bruises, restraints, a whumpee thinks about their own death and how their future will be nothing but suffering, brief mention of wanting to vomit, manhandling, slapping and being taken prisoner. 

They come to slowly, memories and sensations coming back to them like a flickering strip light. Unintelligible voices filter in from somewhere in the distance and there’s a splitting ache coming from their temple. They try to move their hands, only to find them bound to a sturdy wooden chair with coarse rope. A sharp pain shoots up their arm as they twitch their fingers and a groan slips out of them. Probably broken, they conclude. 

The room falls silent as their eyes flutter open, blurred images slowly clearing to reveal a couple sitting against the backdrop of a homely dining room. There are three mugs of tea on the table, with a plate of sliced bread and salami in the centre and if it wasn’t for the dried blood coating their forehead and their torn clothes, they could almost imagine that they were all having lunch. 

The woman asks a question in a language they don’t understand and they shake their head in reply. Maybe they should have studied better, memorised more useful phrases when they had the chance, but they never planned to be a field agent. They were just a technician with one simple job: get close enough to activate the enemy’s radar, record its signature, and get the hell out of there before they were intercepted. So much for the ‘not getting caught’ part. 

“Tea?” the man asks and this word they do understand. They nod gratefully and a cup is brought to their lips, allowing them to take small sips. The tea is bitter and lukewarm but it soothes their dry throat and calms their nerves slightly. Surely if their captors are willing to offer them tea, they might be willing to help. The man dabs at the gash on their forehead with a towel and they hiss in pain, startling him. 

Seemingly satisfied that their captive isn’t going to try to escape anytime soon, the couple goes back to their tense discussion and they zone out. Fragments of images flash through their mind: the panicked voices of their crewmates on the radio, the crash, the smoke. A bright pain in their temple as the force of impact slams their head into their console. And then falling, leaving the wreckage of their burning plane behind them as they pull their parachute open. 

The faces of their crewmates fill their mind, and they wonder if they’ll ever really find out what happened to them. They had tried to call out to them, but a tree had caught them on their way down, leaving them with a broken arm and a litany of scrapes and bruises over their body, and no sign of their team. The last thing they remember is dragging their broken and aching body over a field for what felt like an eternity, until dawn started to break. They suppose they must have passed out after that. An awful thought appears in their mind and they can’t force it down. They’ve heard what happens to people like them when things go wrong. Maybe death would have been the lucky outcome after all. 

Words filter through the fear gripping them, and they start to listen in, trying to get a sense of the couple’s reaction. Surely if they had planned on giving them up, they would have done it by now. With their limited knowledge of the language, they can’t make out much, but the words ‘spy’, ‘police’ and ‘enemy’ do little to comfort them. It was a mistake to think that just because the couple had brought them into their own home, they had any chance of getting out of this. 

Would they really act differently though, if the tables were turned? If an enemy soldier tumbled onto their front lawn, would they have any interest in patching them up, let alone helping them avoid detection? No. They would turn them in to the authorities, and none too gently at that. But it wasn’t like their government was in the business of torture and execution, not like their enemy. They were on the right side of history, and maybe one day, their current captors would see that too. 

The woman is almost shouting now, the vitriol and distrust clear in her voice even without needing to understand the words. Her husband puts an arm on her shoulder, trying to reason with her, but she shrugs him away. Putting a slice of salami on a piece of dark bread, he offers it gingerly to the downed engineer, as if he is afraid that the captive might bite his fingers. “Eat,” he tells them, and they do so, quickly and desperately, like they’re not sure when it might be taken away from them. 

It seems like his wife has made up her mind because she stops her pacing, and draws her husband to the side. She talks in a hushed and serious tone, as if she’s worried that their captive might simply be feigning ignorance, glancing at them occasionally, with suspicion. There’s a knock on the door, and she nods once, and goes to open it. 

“Please.” It’s one of the only words they know and the foreign edges of it feel rough on their tongue. They’re not really sure what it will do for them anymore. The couple definitely can’t hide them forever and there’s no doubt that they would face harsh consequences for helping them in any way. And their own people all but confirmed that there was no chance of rescue if they were taken prisoner. 

A young boy stands on the landing, summoned by the knocking, and his mother waves him back upstairs as she goes to open the door. Before he leaves, he looks at the captive and they stare at each other for a few moments, wide, innocent eyes meeting a fearful, tired gaze. It occurs to them in that moment that they might be the last innocent eyes they see in their life. Then the boy turns, and runs upstairs. 

Two uniformed men stand in the doorway and the captive’s heart feels frozen in their chest. Cold sweat prickles at the back of their neck and they can barely breathe, even as they desperately try to take solace in the last few moments of peace they will ever have. They try to imagine a future for themself, to picture their family and their home and their crewmates, but there’s nothing save for a blank space with their bloodied corpse in it. Bile rises in their throat at the image their mind presents them, but they swallow it down. Who knows when they’ll next be given a chance to eat. 

The woman invites the officers inside eagerly, gesturing at the improvised prison that they’ve made of their home. Her husband stands at the side with his arms crossed on his chest, his expression unreadable. They keep their head down as the men undo the rope around their hands, only to fasten it tighter around their wrists, biting into the skin underneath. They yelp as their broken arm is shifted with no regard to their pain, then chastise themself for sounding so pathetic. Biting their lip to prevent any further noises escaping, they let the men drag them up. 

As they’re marched out the door, they pass the couple one last time. Without warning, the woman slaps them, her cold metal ring cutting into their cheek. They gasp and the soldiers laugh, twisting their broken arm behind them to draw out more whimpers. Meanwhile, the man just stands there and looks at them with something akin to pity, opening his mouth as if there is something he wants to say but cannot. 

The last thing they see before they’re shoved into the back of a dark car is the couple standing together, arms over each other’s shoulders, and the face of a young boy staring from the upstairs window. 

#whump #captivity #restrains #betrayal #begging #broken bones #plane crash #manhandling #military whump #implied/referenced torture #slapping #vomit tw #it doesn't actually happen tho just mentioned #this isn't too bad on the surface but the implications are pretty dark #my stuff #my writing #right so I really didn't mean for this to become a thing #but tbh this is like one of my big areas of interest in whump #and it is so woefully underwritten #so I'm filling in the gaps here #they're called ferret missions btw #where they went to see if they could get close to the radar to activate it and to record it's signature and get other details about it #but then still get away unharmed #but it didn't always end well #also I'm sorry I feel like people might not like me writing about historical events as whump #but tbh there are actual fictional books set in the cold war #and it's not like I'm actually writing about someone's actual pain and death #these are just fictional characters lads #if you want to throw hands with me over this pls think twice and maybe chill pls yes? #I guess I'll write more of this because now I'm invested damn it

[eastendies]

Would be so interested in an apd!Cal fic. 💓

Aaa I'm glad!! I've been doing more research into it and it would be a lot of fun to write!! ASPD is super fascinating and having a manipulator in a fic could be a lot of fun, plus the conflict between Callum wanting human intimacy vs. being who he is (gay) and not wanting to admit that what he has w Whitney isn't what he should be aiming for and both he and Whitney deserves more + Callum struggling to controlling his lying and learning how to try and construct better relationships??? Has so much potential?? Aaa I'm just ranting, but I loved this anon sm that I wrote a little drabble from the plot that I have planned!!

Warning: Ben WANTS to believe Callum is bad for being a sociopath and so uses kinda mean langauge. I don't believe this and its part of his character at this point in the story!!

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Callum smiled when Jay left the room, a proper, sunny smile before looking down at the paperwork he was cleaning up like a good little worker bee. The corner's of Ben's eyes stayed concentrated on how the smile faded with a more aged practice, face turning serious as a mask slipped away, supposedly. Ben could see him rifling through them just like he took that paperwork out of the cabinet. How many paper mache masks did the good boy of Walford where with such carefully cut corners and eyeholes? Maybe someday Ben would care enough to ask. 

"Got Jay wrapped all around your little finger, don't you?" Ben remarked from his place in the doorway where he still hadn't left, looking at some paper or other that Jay had handed him to look nonchalant. But of course in the corners of his eyes he noticed Callum stand up straighter at him saying something, another smile and a small look of confusion on his face as he sat down in his chair. Maybe just like old Jack from juvie. Making a new personality on the spot. They never talked one on one before.

"I'm sorry?" So confused dolt it was. Ben turned his head to face the uptaker, leaning more against the doorway. Callum gave him a look akin to a confused puppy, wondering what it was getting teased about this time. They hadn't even spoken for a few seconds and Callum was making Ben feel less resolved. But Ben saw what he saw. He knew what those eyes were like, and the fact that the cute face was working on him dug at his skin. 

To dismiss the inflated pause, Ben gestured the paper and said, "Must be because of your pretty face, I mean, who can say no to that jawline?" More confusion, it seemed Ben caught him genuinely off guard. This was starting to be way more fun than he thought it'd be. 

"I'm--I'm sorry, what?" Callum's solid eyebrows set into his face. Now a bit guarded. 

"Relax, it's called a compliment. Unless, of course, it isn't your face that's making him do what you want. Buy you breakfast in the morning, maybe?" 

"What?" Now the confusion was fortified by the cobalt steel wall that was Callum's eyes, the straighter posture and tighter grip on the paperwork making it clear that Ben had touched a particular nerve. "Are you accusing me of--" 

"Manipulating my best friend? Yeah. Crazy right? Good boy of Walford wouldn't do something, so, well, sociopathic." Callum's face flashed with shock mixed with a veil of hurt, leaning backward in his chair. Ben stood up straighter. "Like making Lola help set up Whitney's stall for a week. Or getting making Jay late for picking me up at the airport. Sound familiar?" 

"Are you serious?" Callum his palms with some disbelieving gesture, the steel fortress replaced with a baffled, though highly insulted, man. "You have no right to accuse me of--" 

"I think I do, Cal. Can I call you Cal?" 

"I don't like--" 

"Here's the deal Cal, I'm not afraid of you." More confusion, Callum was done with that blank face, apparently. "And I'm not afraid of people like you." 

"And what would that be?" Callum's voice was irritated, snapped, already tired of this conversation. Ben got that a lot. 

"Sociopaths. Manipulators. I've met my own share. Spent enough time in prison to be called one. But here's the kicker," And here is where Ben took his turn for his face to lose it's teasing, hiding tone and become more aggressive, a wolf with bared fangs. He moved towards Callum desk, placing his hand on the wood. "You leave my friends out of whatever twisted mind games you're playing. Alright?" 

Callum looked up at him with his pretty blue eyes in disbelief, and more than a fair share amount of broiled anger and hurt, before darting up from his chair and staring Ben down. 

Callum was tall. A lot taller up close. Ben swallowed. 

"First of all, Jay buying me breakfast in the mornings has more to do with the fact that my brother and his girlfriend are living with me, and that tends to bring down a paycheck, not that that's any of your business. I don't know what this is about Jay not being able to pick you up on time but I'm pretty sure Jay can manage his own schedule and that whatever traffic that got backed up had nothing to do with me." Callum put a hand on his chest, "You don't even know me! You're calling me a sociopath because Lola helped Whitney for a week? Because I try to be a nice and polite person to Jay? What's wrong with you?" Hurt flooded Callum's face, and it occurred to Ben that people usually didn't like to be called an unfeeling monster at 17 o'clock on a Tuesday. 

"I--" 

"No, just," Callum placed his hand in the air, as if commanding Ben to stop. He did. "I just--I can't deal with this today. I have a 2 year anniversary to plan and I'm..." Callum took a step back, giving Ben an exasperated, defeated look as he pushed off from the desk. The silence was deafening. With a shake of his head, the taller man walked out of the room, giving Ben a wide berth as he passed, paperwork left neatly on the desk. As he heard the door close through the walls. 

"Callum?" he heard Jay call out. "Ben, what did you do?" 

"Why do you assume I did something? Maybe he just can't stand to be around the dead for another eternity." Ben snapped back loudly, jerking his head towards the sound of Jay's voice. 

Callum's hurt had sounded...real. Ben looked back at the abandoned desk, swallowing. Maybe he--no, no, he knew what he saw. Callum had to be manipulating him. That's what sociopaths did. That what he had been doing to Jay for months. 

Callum Highway was a sociopath and he was going to prove it. 

#eastenders #ballum #ben mitchell #callum highway #ee #ben x callum #aspd!au #aspd!callum #sociopathy au #anon #ask #writing #i should write this i knkw but i dont know where to startttt

[randomnessunicorn-imagine]

Hi there! I was hoping I could request a little writing/drabble from you where the female reader and Dukat are in a bit of a sudden argument over something and in the heat of everything, the reader accidentaly confesses that they have romantic feelings for him and...he's actually kind of surprised because he feels the same way about them. If you're not interested or you can't think of anything good, that's quite alright! Thank you~~

{ Uhm, interesting.

I took the liberty of using oneof the bad things happen prompts, because I really want to use them.

Then I have something specific inmind and, honestly, with Dukat I don’t imagine anything good, romantic orhappy, so this story doesn’t have an happy ending.

Here the reader is a Bajoranwoman named Laha Herjea, you can also see her as an OC. It takes place during the occupation of Bajor. Herethe station is still called Terok Nor.

I’m satisfied of this fanfictionand I took several hours to end it so I hope you guys will read and like it. Ihad fun writing it and I needed some angst. Yes, there is a lot of angst here! }

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Don’t forget to tell me your opinion about and leave a like or share if you liked it, it would make the writer very happy.

Prompt: Grief / Mourning

Challenge by @badthingshappenbingo

Words Count: 4171

Fandom: Star Trek DS9

Pairing: Dukat x Female! Bajoran Reader / Bajoran OC!

Triggers: Cardassian Oppressors, occupation of Bajor, angst, death, suicidal gesture, prisoner. But Dukat acts strangely nice.

– The beauty and the Reptile

~ PART 1 ;

A terrible fate fell on Bajor; afate of terror, destruction and desolation because Bajor wasn’t the planet of atime anymore but something else. It was infected by a virus, it was justdestroyed and usurped like the population who lived here. They had been treatedas slaves, strangers of their own land by the invaders of another planet, theirunexpected oppressors.

Cold-hearted aliens had stolentheir home, plundered their fields, killed their children and abducted theirwomen for their own pleasure, because they just felt superior. The Cardassian,their slavers, felt like real gods, they had even desecrated their temples anddishonoured their Prophets, but the Prophets were still there for Bajor,because nobody would have been able to stole their faith, it was immortal,immense and warm. This was the only thing the Bajoran people possessed, theirfaith in the Prophets.

The end of Bajor seemed near butthere were still people who fought for its liberation, who fought for what theybelieved, for their freedom and faith. Faith for prophets, for life and hope.Things the Bajoran cared a lot, things that had been stolen from them. Someday,they would have taken them back, no matter how hard and painful it could be,they would have won. Someday.

Laha Herjea was one of thosewomen who had been brought to Terok Nor, the space station of the Cardassians,to become the lady-in-waiting of one of them.

Actually, entire groups ofBajoran women had been stolen from their family and conducted there for thesame reason.

She didn’t even want to thinkabout her fate because it didn’t appear bright or worthy to be lived, it seemedterrifying and all the women around her were crying, were lost and scared andsome of them would have wanted to die rather than face this terrible destiny.

Laha didn’t live a long life, shewas only 19 years old when she was taken and brought to Terok Nor.

She lived with her father and herbrothers in a little town in the South of Bajor. Her mother Zaha died when shewas 15 years old because of an illness, while her father Janal was a farmer,just like her big brother Nika. Her other brother Paarya was a professor ofBajoran history and this was the subject she would have desired to study, thepath she would have liked to follow, because she estimated a lot her brotherand she wanted to spread her culture all over the universe. This was her dreambut it had been broken before it could even start.

“What do they want to do withus?” a woman said, looking around.

Laha didn’t know either of thesewomen but she could perceive their fear and preoccupation because she felt thesame feelings but she didn’t say a thing because the question of the woman wasabout to be answered.

A group of Cardassian soldierscame in, their looks were curious, they started scrutinizing the Bajoran womenas predators who were chasing after their prey.

Laha tried not to be scared bythese reptile men and she just looked at the void in front of her, but she wasable to hear the deep breaths of her companions, the way they trembled andsighed.

Some of the Cardassians laughedseeing the young women so terrified and vulnerable until a voice scolded them.

“Sirs, get a hold of yourself!”and then all the Cardassian soldiers became serious, standing at attention,“Can’t you see? These poor ladies are completely uncomfortable. They shouldfeel like home here.”

Another Cardassian man walkedinto the room, he was the possessor of the voice, that rough and severe voicewho was able to stop their laughing.

The man grinned, tall and fierce,admiring the line of women and studying them as if they were kinds of pieces ofart.

Laha supposed he was their bossbecause all the other Cardassians looked at this man with respect and fear,even she felt intimidated from this sinister character.

There was something in his eyesshe could not define, maybe it was lust, a malicious curiosity, or maybe it waspride, the kind of hubris of someone who felt better than anyone else, maybe hetruly felt superior, perhaps even more superior than the other Cardassians,this was the first impression she had of this man.

Soon, she even learnt his name,“I’m Gul Dukat, nice to meet you, my gentle ladies. I’m the one who controls this Station, you can consider me as your mentor, your new family because thisstation will be your new home.” He smiled, “Terok Nor is very big andlonely, and your job is to keep it warm and lively. Don’t see yourself as mereslaves, you’re more than that. You’re guests.”

Yes, guests that had beenkidnapped from their land and given to these malicious and merciless reptiles,she thought, it could not be defined as a gentle act of courtesy.

Dukat appeared veryself-confident, austere but kind in his strange ways but she didn’t trusthim.

Nobody trusted him.

Then he placed his glance on her,Laha didn’t look in the other direction, she just stared, serious and cold. Herlast desire was to lose her integrity and honour because of some Cardassian.

Dukat smiled, and then spoke,still looking in her eyes, “Let’s get to know each other better.”

He still didn’t take his eyes offof Laha, it seemed he was speaking with her and maybe he had already taken hisdecision and in that moment, when Dukat spoke to her, she understood she was inserious trouble.

“What’s your name?” he asked witha soft tone of voice.

“Laha Herjea.” She answered, coldbut polite.

“Oh, such an adorable name.You’re very young.” Then he got closer and raised her chin with his thinfingers, “And very beautiful.”

Dukat caressed her cheek, histouch was cold but soft, and then he moved a lock of her light brown hairbehind her ear.

His grin made her shivering as ifsuddenly the temperature got lower, it was not a pleasant feeling but shenodded, trying to stay calm and do not lose her mind.

Dukat still smiled, something ofhis smile frightened her but also made her wondering what was hidden behindthat mask of charm and self-confidence.

The meeting with the Cardassianslasted ten minutes and everyone left after they all chose their lady-in-waitingand ordered to their Bajoran counsellor –a traitor, she would say- to dress thewomen up in a more decent and delightful way, as if they were real dolls, just little toys that had to satisfyevery kind of fantasy of their oppressors.  

Then Laha’s fate was clearer thanbefore, her preoccupation became reality and she just could not escape from thissituation. The only thing she could do was hoping, hoping the Prophets wouldhave given to her the strength not to fall apart.

 ~ PART 2 ;

Laha had been chosen as Dukat’smaid, he said it was the greatest honour and she was lucky. She had privilegesall the other Bajoran maids didn’t have. She wondered which privileges theywere.

It was her first day of work as maid, she was in his office, he was reading some documents without paying herany attention, and maybe he didn’t even know she was there and that she wouldlike to be somewhere else.

“Oh, sorry, my dear. I was sodistracted by these bureaucracy documents, it’s so boring but job must bedone.” He said, placing his papers on his table, hands joined and his usualconfident smile on his face. Laha found all of this disgusting but she didn’treply.

“I’m such a bad host, I haven’teven offered you a proper meal, you must be hungry.” Then he stood up, reachingthe replicators, “What would you like to eat? Some typical Bajoran plate?Unluckily, I’m not an expert but I could ask to our chef to prepare something specialand real. I don’t really appreciate these food simulacrums. It doesn’t do anyjustice to the original flavours of our dishes.”

Dukat kept speaking, he was agreat talker, and his tone was always so courteous and soft, Laha asked herselfif he was really the person he appeared to be. She didn’t know enough about himyet.

“So, dear Laha, what’s youranswer?” he asked again and then he looked at her, getting closer.

“Honestly, I’m not hungry, atall.” It was a lie but it wasn’t, too. Because her hunger went away the moment shecrossed the door, it vanished and she only was confused and mad. Even if on herface any emotion could be read.

“Are you sure?” he asked,suspicious.

Laha just nodded.

He didn’t appear angry and heseemed understanding, then he asked to his Bajoran Counsellor to accompany Lahato his quarters where she should have prepared herself and waited for him tohave dinner together since it was still morning and he had a lot of work to do.

Laha didn’t like this idea but,at least, he didn’t insist and left her alone.

Dukat’s quarters were very big,comfortable and elegant, they had the typical Cardassian décor but she didn’tcare a lot about it. She still found her out of place.

Then she admired the space out ofthe window and she observed Bajor, her home planet, how beautiful it was fromup there, she thought, and she could not reach it. She could not break thisglass and jump there. Warm tears crossed her cheeks as she contemplated herhome, she sighed, sad and alone. Then she fell on her knees and prayed theProphets to look after her family, to help her people and herself to believe.Help her to be strong and do not give up.

Then she put herself on the couchand she fell asleep.

Laha stood alone there, asleepand annihilated, for the rest of the day.

 ***

Dukat found Laha still sleeping,traces of tears still wet her face.

His expression was mortified, buthe didn’t wake her up but he just relaxed himself, reading a book and observinghis sleeping guest.

Laha was not tall but not evenshort, she was about 1.7 metres tall, but she looked so delicate, thin andinnocent there.

After some minutes, she moved andshe woke up.

“Oh, welcome back in reality,dear Laha.” He said, his tone seemed ironical, because this was not the realityshe wanted to live.

She had had a very beautifuldream, she dreamt of her family, she was gardening with her father, it was asunny day and Bajor was luxuriant, free from every oppressor but it was only adream.

Then Dukat stood up and seatednext to her, caressing her cheeks and realized, she had cried.

“You haven’t cried because youmissed me, haven’t you?” he asked, whispering and she blushed, she hatedherself for it.

Laha didn’t answer because it wasa stupid question, she had thousands of reasons to cry.

“You’re not so talkative, I’msorry, I’m just impatient to know you better.” He said, smiling, “But you don’thave to worry about your family.” And she opened her eyes wide.

“Oh, I’ve caught your attention.”He grinned, “By the way, they’re fine, I don’t want you to be sad, they’ve notbeen hurt.” His voice was gentle but Laha didn’t smile back.

How could she trust the man whohad abducted her and forced her to live in this station?

“Should I believe you?” sheasked, serious and wary.

“Oh, finally, you’re speaking.”He seemed satisfied, “I’m telling the truth and, since I don’t want you tomistrust me, I’ll permit you to speak to them and ask them in person how dothey feel.”

Dukat’s words surprised her, shewould have never expected such a proposal.

“Really? Can I see my father?”she asked.

“Yes, you can… But then you haveto stay and enjoy your permanence.”

It sounded more like a threatthan a gift, even if Laha didn’t have any choice, she had to stay here, she waslike a prisoner, so she just nodded because if she would have the chance to seeher father, how could she refuse.

“Now that you feel morereassured, can we have dinner?” he asked, smirking.

Laha forgot about her hunger, andshe felt a little better after his promise.

She guessed, he could havechanged his mind if she would have refused his invitation and it was only a dinner.

In fact, it was just a dinner andLaha was surprised how good he behaved. Dukat didn’t make her uncomfortable ortouch her, he just spoke a lot, he spoke so much but she didn’t care and shejust nodded, faking smiles and filled her stomach.

This man was kinder than shethought for being a Cardassian and maybe she had judged him too fast.

 ***

Several days passed and Laha wasable to speak with her father. He was fine and her brothers as well.

The Cardassians didn’t hurt themand this was a miracle because she heard so many bad stories about otherfamilies she knew. Maybe she was truly lucky. These were the privileges Dukat hadtalked about.

“Are you ok, dear?” her fatherasked.

“Yes, I’m fine, they didn’t hurtme, they give me food, a bed to sleep…” She smiled at her father.

“It would be better if you wouldbe here.” he said and then the signal started freaking out until the video communicatorblacked out.

“Dad! Dad, what happened?” shespoke to the black monitor and she sighed.

At least, she had the chance tosee him, for some minutes but she was glad he was fine. Now she had to keep herpromise too and just appreciate her forced permanence on Terok Nor.

 ***

 “Have you seen your father?”Dukat asked.

“Yes, but not for a long time, thevideo blocked at a certain point.” She explicated.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’ll try againanother time.” he smiled and then he took her hands, delicately.

His skin was so cold, it wasstrange, she could not define this feeling.

Somehow, she found it pleasant,different from the first time she met him. She wasn’t afraid anymore.

Since now, he had only treatedher as a special friend, a real guest, with respect, kindness and a sort ofdevotion as if he was afraid of offending her.

Dukat always had that sinistersmile on his face, the one that hid something, but she learnt to ignore it andjust appreciate his company. Laha would lie to herself if she said she feltuncomfortable with him.

Then Dukat got closer and hetouched her cheek and kissed her lips gently, so delicate, chaste, she barelyperceived it, Laha didn’t move and the Bajoran let him to get further. His kissbecame more passionate until she was unable to resist and Laha just kissed himback, her senses were completely lost, and her mind possessed by her lustingemotions.

He embraced her in a strong hug,even if his skin was cold, she could perceive warmth and her entire body washeating up.

Everything happened so naturally,with no pressure, no excuse and she felt good, loved and satisfied.

She had to trust him, she had noreason to misbelieving and she was glad, if any prisoner could feel fine in itsprison but she didn’t feel as a prisoner anymore.  

Laha had found her new home hereon Terok Nor, here in Dukat’s arms.

 ~ PART 3 ;

A month passed and Laha evenforgot about her previous issues.

She still missed her home and so Dukatpromised her they would have visited Bajor but this promise had not been kept yetbut she knew he had a lot of work to do.

Despite her beautiful days, thesituation on Bajor was still hard because people still died of hunger, childrenwere still killed, cities were destroyed and nothing really changed. Bajorbecame a hell and the Cardassians were the demons who ruled it.

Laha was used to spend her daysin Dukat’s quarters reading, writing or sewing clothes but some other times shewas even able to take walks through the promenade or talk with the Constable Odo.Laha didn’t go so far because she didn’t want to meet other Cardassians, shecould trust Odo but walking with all those Cardassians around made her veryuncomfortable.

During one of these walks, sherealized an awful truth, the truth she had ignored until now. The reality sheleft behind, the agony every Bajoran was living. She forgot everything and afeeling of doom and guilt took possession of his mind and heart. Because shefelt like a traitor, like an enemy.

She was living carefree, safe andsound in Dukat’s quarters, while her people were fighting and dying for theirplanet.

A peculiar fact had opened her eyes,because that day took place a riot in the middle of the promenade. Some Bajoranworkers revolted against the Cardassians, it seemed, it was an organizedassault. They were three members of the resistance of Bajor but they had beencaught and executed.

Laha was there, on the top of thepromenade and she observed the scene from above as the men screamed, fought andthen fell on the cold ground as dead weights but they were not dead yet. Thiswas not the end they deserved, it would have been too gentle for theCardassians.

Those men had been hanged infront of everyone, their last words had been prayers dedicated to the Prophets.

Laha saw, she saw all of it andshe was left speechless as the men died, but they didn’t cry, they were proudand even glad to die for their people. They didn’t lose this battle becausethey became martyrs.

Then she understood. Lahaunderstood it was unfair, she lost her mind, her dignity. She was just anobject, a little toy, she lived in a golden cage and those people, the peoplewho had killed her compatriots, had put her in that cage. She could not be gladof it anymore. Could not be blind anymore.

Laha started crying and then sherun away to her quarters, she could not stand it anymore.

She wanted to forget the terriblescene she had already seen and just disappear and sleep forever.

 ***

 Dukat tried to comfort her but hefailed

“I didn’t want you to see that,it was awful…” he said, “I’m sorry, dear.” He spoke, kissing her wet cheeks, sogentle, so mortified.

“What did they do?” she asked,sighing.

“They have injured a Cardassian guard andtry to escape.” He said, his tone was neutral and it seemed, it was a logicalreason to execute someone.

“Why kill them?” she asked andher tone was harsher, because she could not still accept it. She could notunderstand it.

Dukat seemed confused and thatquestion was strange because it was the normal procedure. Killing Bajorans wasnormal for any Cardassian. Especially for him.

“Who gave the order? Who hasdecided the execution?” she asked and Dukat’s face freeze.

Laha understood, it was soobvious and she felt stupid, naïve and scared because she was facing the personwho had condemned those men. The person who had killed so many Bajorans and shehad even loved that person. She felt dirty, outraged and she stood up, shaking.

“No, it’s not me, they haveassaulted a group of Cardassians, they were dangerous. They were members of theresistance.” Dukat explained as if it was not a real problem.

“No, they were not dangerous.They were slaves, all we Bajorans are slaves for you. I’m just a slave foryou.” Laha burst into tears.

“No, dear, you’re not a slave.Believe me, you have nothing to do with that. You should have not stayed thereand seen that scene.” Dukat seemed anxious but he didn’t lose his temperament.

“No, you have lied to me untilnow. How could I be so blind? So stupid?” Laha didn’t want to listen to hislies any longer.

“No, Laha, it’s not truth, I’venever lied to you. I truly love you.” Dukat said and she could not understandif those words were lies or maybe he truly felt something for her.

Only echoes were crossing hermind, the voices of those Bajoran men who hung on the promenade, their prayersand the cries of all the Bajoran who were dying.

Then she just hid inside her roomand there she stayed for several days, before she took a decision.

If Terok Nor was her new home, itwould have been her grave, too.

 ***

Laha spent three days locked inher room and Dukat was very worried about her

He didn’t pressure her or forcedher to invite him to enter, he also called his Bajoran counsellor but it was useless.Laha didn’t want to talk with anybody.

The execution of those men hadshocked her so much that she became even unable to fall asleep without hearingtheir screams, the words of hatred the Cardassians told to them as they hang tothe rope. She could not save them, she could not do anything, she just watched themdying.

The next day, Laha decided to goout of her room, she took a sonic shower and then she kneeled and she prayedthe Prophets for her people, for Bajor and for herself. She asked to theProphets to forgive her because she had betrayed her compatriots and she feltas if she deluded the Prophets, too. She didn’t feel as a true Bajoran no more.

“Oh, dear, finally you came outof there. How are you?” Dukat asked, he seemed truly worried.

For once, his voice appearedsincere and even his grin was not sinister or lascivious. He didn’t even smile.

“I’m fine.” She said, withoutlooking at him, she just observed the space in front of the window.

“What are you doing?” he asked,he was not used to see her like that.

“I’m talking with the Prophets.”Laha said.

Since she knew Dukat, she hadstopped praying so often and she hadn’t realized it at first. Staying in thisplace made her forget about her true values. What she was before had stopped existingthe moment she fell in love with him. It was true, an awful truth.

Dukat didn’t answer and he lether pray, totally unaware of the world she had inside, of the thoughts she washaving that moment.

Laha understood. The moment hadcome.

  ***

 Laha stood up, leaving herquarters and then she kept walking through the promanade.

She stood there, in the sameplace where those men died, where their bodies were hanging and she still feltsad for them but nothing else. She just felt anything at all.

The young Bajoran placed herhands on the handrail and she climbed it, it was a sort of ledge, she couldobserve the Cardassian guards who walked under her.

She stood up on the handrail andshe closed her eyes.

No sounds could be heard, no morevoices of desperation or cries, but only the warm embrace of the Prophets, ifthey would have ever forgiven her, was waiting for her on the other side.

Then she jumped, her body aslight as a feather but her mind so heavy, full of thoughts and worries.

Everything just disappeared.

May the Prophets forgive hersins.

 ***

 Everything happened so fast,nobody realized it at first.

Some Cardassian guards hadpointed to her and other Bajorans that were there started screaming.

Surprisingly, the most shocked onewas Dukat, he was not there when it happened and he just saw the corpse of thewoman he loved in the sickbay, lifeless, cold and broken.

He should have known, maybe he hadsuspected it but he just ignored the signals because he was still too selfishto care about somebody else.

That same day, Dukat made Lahacorpse transported to her home on Bajor, giving Laha’s body to her father.

That was the place where sheshould have been, where she should have returned.

Dukat hoped he would haveaccompanied her there, and maybe even the occupation would have stopped and anew era would have come but reality was different from his dreams.

He was not welcome in in thathouse, nowhere on Bajor, but he felt glad he had been able to love someone likeher. Maybe she saw something good in him, not everyone was able of this, butnow everything was over and he could only mourn the death of a person he trulyloved. Because it was not a lie, not an illusion or a Cardassian trick. It waslove and it was dead, it was resting with her, in her grave.

It was more than that.

It was the love of a marthyr.

#star trek #deep space nine #Deep Space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #star trek deep space nine #star trek ds9 x reader #ds9 #gul dukat #skrain dukat #star trek dukat #ds9 dukat #dukat x reader #female bajoran #bajoran reader #bajoran oc #oc #bajor occupation #terok nor #star trek fanfiction #ds9 fanfic #anonymous #star trek x reader #ask #bad things happen bingo #bad things happen #prompts #agnst

[lucy-sky]

Prompt 59 please 😁

Uggghhhh I guess I’m just not able to write really short drabbles >_

I’m sorry if it’s not quite what you expected… But Zaphod’s quite fluffy anyways so I hope you enjoy this one :)

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Prompt: “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…. fall in love with me.”

You got in trouble on Vogon planet, but Zaphod is here to heroically save you… Or not quite heroically :D

No warnings; gif by me

- You cannot stay on this planet. It is illegal. You don’t have any special permission.

- Alright than, - you shrugged, looking at an ugly alien in front of you. - I’m not quite enjoying my stay anyways, so I can leave right now if you please.

- I’m afraid it’s not possible.

- Why?

- Because you arrived on this planet illegally. We cannot just let you go.

- So… What should I do?

- Well, we can’t really say at the moment. Normally we would have to deport you, but your home planet is destroyed. Unfortunately our code doesn’t have any notes on what to do in such cases. For now you are going to stay under arrest for a while and then you will have to appear before court. It might take weeks, maybe months… The case is quite serious…

- Oh come on! Are you kidding me! I’m here by mistake! - You were getting pretty nervous right now.

- Sorry for that. Have a nice day, Ms. Y/n. Take her away.

***

When the prison cell door closed behind you, you sat on the floor leaning against the wall and hid your face in your palms. What the hell were you gonna do now?

You got to this stupid Vogon planet chasing some bastard who had stolen The Point of View Gun. Zaphod Beeblebrox needed it to get his second head back. Together with him, Ford, Arthur and Trillian you followed the thief up to this planet, where you, being unlucky as hell, got caught. You didn’t know what happened to your friends. Did they catch the thief? Did they got caught by the Vogons as well as you? Of course you were hoping they wouldn’t just leave you here and would come back for you. But what if something bad happened to them as well? You felt so small and lonely right now you were about to cry. And all this because of the goddamn gun Zaphod needed so much.  

You didn’t know how much time you exactly spent there thinking of your miserable destiny when suddenly the door opened and you saw Zaphod in front of you. He was holding a gun and was a bit short of breath. You’ve never expected to be so happy to see this dork again.

- Zaphod! - You screamed, jumping up on your feet and rushing to him.

- Y/n! Quick! Run away, I’ll hold them up!

- Yeah… Okay… But will you be fine?

- Don’t worry about me, run!

- Okay, - you repeated. - Thank you so much, Zaphod!

You probably got too emotional after all these events, so you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Zaphod grinned at you happily. You nodded at him and rushed down the corridor. Oh hell… Where to run now? Suddenly you saw a Vogon and gasped, not knowing where to hide.

- Good afternoon, Ms. Y/n, - the alien suddenly said. - Are you looking for a way out? It’s right there. Along this corridor, down the stairs and then turn right.

- What? - You blinked. - Wh… Why are you not trying to arrest me?

- Well, because you are free, obviously. The President signed up a special release form.

- Huh? - You frowned. So it wasn’t a prison break? But why did Zaphod… Oh yes. Of course. This vain asshole just wanted to look like an amazing hero in your eyes. But in fact all he did was sign a couple of papers…

***

Later, in your quarters on board the Heart of Gold you finally relaxed on your bed when someone knocked on your door.

- What do you want? - You asked in an annoyed tone as you saw Zaphod’s face again.

- I uhh… Y/n, I kinda noticed… Are you a bit mad at me or something? I mean… I actually saved you today, you know… - he let out a usual small laugh of his.

- Right, you did. But Zaphod, why did you have to put it like you fought everyone and rescued me like a goddamn superhero?

- Wh… What do you mean? - He chuckled nervously.

- Oh come on. I know you just signed some “release form” and they let me go, and all this “run, don’t worry about me!” thing you did was just a show-off. Right?

- Uh… - Zaphod lowered his eyes. He looked pretty much like a guilty schoolboy right now.

- Look, I don’t wanna seem ungrateful. I really appreciate the fact you guys returned for me. Thank you for that. But what I really don’t like is when someone is trying to fool me. What the hell was all this for? To feed your ego?

He paused for a second before answering.

- Well, I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know… Fall in love with me.

At this he looked you in the eyes and you blinked stupidly at him.

- Huh?..

- Just wanted to impress you, - he shrugged with a suddenly shy smile you’ve never seen on his face before. - Yeah, that was a bit stupid, you’re right. Maybe I’ll be smarter once I get my head back… I just thought that would be more… Romantic.

- Oh Zaphod… I really didn’t know you’ve got some… feelings for me… - you mumbled, your cheeks blushing.

- I guess I do. I really like you, - he made a step towards you and smirked softly. - Do I have any chances?

Damn this man. How could he be such an arrogant, silly bastard and at the same time so disarmingly cute?.. Wait. Did you really like him back? Apparently so because this mischievous smile of his made things to you. Made you feel warmth in your chest and your heart beat a little faster…

- Maybe, - you replied, smirking back at him. - Just remember, there are plenty of ways to impress me without lying or faking anything.

- I think I know one.

At this you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, as he leaned in, capturing your lips with his. The kiss was quite demanding, yet incredibly tender. His lips were soft, his beard tickled your skin, his breath was hot against your mouth, and all these sensations made you melt, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Apparently now Zaphod Beeblebrox found the best way to impress you, finally.

***

Idk, maybe there’s not enough romantic fluff, but I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you like it too :) 

#the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy #towel day drabble requests #zaphod beeblebrox x reader #lucy tries to write

[loukja]

Armin drabble

So, I never got over Armin not being in UL, so I had to write a little bit about the time Beemove decided to skip. Just because I like to suffer... Theres always at least a few weeks in between the scenes. Oh, and I’m sorry if there are mistaked in it, English isn’t my first language.

„This sucks,“ Fay adjusted herself on her bed. Armins image on her laptop blurred for a moment, before clearing up again.

“Big time,” her boyfriend agreed. He launched in his expensive office chair in which he normally spent his free time gaming. “Care to give me a tour of the new apartment? I need to know which room I’ll need to sneak into when I come visit,” he winked at her.

“Of course, because my dad will make you stay in the cupboard under the stairs,” she joked.

“I figured so much.”

“It’s fine,” she raised her Laptop so her camera caught an image of her whole bed, “plenty of room for the two of us right here. Apart from that the apartment is a chaos. There are moving boxes everywhere and my parents are constantly bickering, I can’t stand it. I just wish you were here with me…”

“Me too.” Armin looked at her for a moment, and she could practically hear him think.

“Oh no, you’re having some bad ideas just now, don’t you?” she asked, a smile playing on her lips.

“Bad ideas? Me? Never. I just thought we have to make this work now, with the distance and all, and since you seem to be pretty down I decided that you need something… hot, to light up your mood. Give me a second.”

He vanished from sight and Fay gave a slight snort. “Don’t! Come back! I don’t want you to… oh god.”

The first notes of You can leave your hat on just started drifting through her speakers and Armin fell back into his office chair, making it spin, before stopping it, striking a dramatic pose. He had put on a baseball cap that he clearly had from some gaming convention.

Fay had to laugh as Armin started swaying around without actually getting up from the chair. He started pulling off his shirt, knocking the cap off in the process, diving to catch it, making the chair drift out of the picture, then awkwardly rolling it back into sight.

“Stop it, you look ridiculous,” Fay managed to say between her fits of laughter.

“What? Is this more than you can handle, baby?” he asked, running his hands over his pale torso in a comical way. In that moment the door to his room opened – she could tell because his monitor had been the only source of light in his room and now light from the hallway poured in – and Alexys voice rang out over her speakers: “Armin, I wanted to ask you to turn down the… what the hell are you doing?”

Fay fell off her bed laughing at Armins doe-caught-in-headlights-expression.

 _____________________________________________________

“Hey Fay, I’m calling because I have some bad news.”

Fay froze. She had just gotten in line at the cinema to buy tickets for a movie. Her friends raised eyebrows at her and she held one hand up. “What do you mean?”

“I won’t be able to come this weekend.”

“What?” Fays spirits fell. “But it’s only two more days.” She had gotten everything to give him a late birthday celebration – his birthday had been two weeks ago. She had planned to bake his favourite cake, she had gotten tickets for a convention that took place in a town nearby and she had started counting down the days weeks back.

“Yeah, I’m really sorry. But I got into trouble. You have to be strong now, alright?”

“What?” she said again, like she was a broken record.

“I’m in prison.”

“YOU ARE WHAT?!”

Her friend beside her jumped, the others turned around and cast worried glances at her.

“In prison. I know I should have been more careful and I…”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” she interrupted him rudely.

“Yes I am.”

“Armin! This is not funny!”

“Oh yes it is. I always loved to see you flustered like that.”

To see you… Fay turned around, her eyes wandering over the crowded foyer. When she spotted him standing by the doors he raised a hand – and she gave a high squeal, running at him and jumping into his arms. She had missed him so, so much.

 _______________________________________________

 Fay smiled at her camera as she answered the skype call. “Hey there. It feels like we haven’t done this for forever, right?”

Armin did not smile. “Yeah, that’s because we haven’t.”

“Oh come on, it hasn’t been that long.”

“You just said yourself it feels like forever. It’s been nearly a month. We only texted each other from time to time for a whole month.”

Fays smile, that she had fought to keep on her face, slipped. “Fine, yeah, it’s been a while. So we did not have enough time, it happens.”

“We? Are you serious? I would have had time!”

She did not feel up to this. It was not the first time they had a fight like that. It was just over a year now that they were in a distance relationship. They had seen each other only five times in that year. Apart from that they called and video-chatted. But it just wasn’t the same and they both knew it did not work. But they kept clinging on.

“Come on, don’t be mad,” she begged. She wanted to reach out and touch him. Longed to do it, really. But there were miles and miles between them.

Armin sighed and covered his face with his hands. “I’m not mad,” he groaned. “I mean, yes, I am. But not at you.” His tone said otherwise. “Well, not just at you. I’m mad at all of this. At the distance. At the feeling that this,” he gestured between them, “us… that it’s just slipping away and there’s nothing we can do against it.”

It was the first time that they talked about this. They had just avoided the topic.

“I know,” she whispered. “I hate it.”

The worst was that she knew it would have worked, were they closer together. But it was almost a days’ worth of travelling to get to him. And it was expensive.

“Do you…” she started, but she almost choked on the next words. “Do you want to… break up?” Her voice grew small towards the last words.

“I don’t want to,” he answered, and she could see her pain mirrored in his eyes.

 ______________________________________________

 It was hard to accept it, but life moved on. Fay could never have imagined breaking up with Armin. Ever. But they had and she had slowly gotten used to the idea. They had promised they would stay friends. And at first they had tried. They had texted and even called each other a few times, but it had been weird. It had hurt. And it hadn’t gotten any better. Quite the opposite. So much that Fay had started to shy away from talking to him. So much that even hearing him talk in the background when she was on the phone with Alexy became unbearable. It was her who broke off their contact, but it wasn’t an active decision. And it was forever one she regretted. But she just couldn’t bring herself to call him. Maybe out of fear that he had moved on when she hadn’t. Not really. And maybe she never would get wholly over her first true love.

#mcl #mcl armin #mcl university #drabble

[personatux-blog]

Defend !!! (cause i live for battle drabbles/rps XD ~)

                        ▼    Meme: Drabbles!   |   ( still accepting, but extremely slow. )   ▼

Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.

( Since I already wrote a longer one about Joker protecting Panther, which you can read here,  now something more ‘normal’!)

                                                                                    “No! Just leave me alone!!”

HE INSTANTLY RECOGNIZED THIS LOUD VOICE, even among the masses of Shibuya. In fact he knew it perhaps even too well, immediately realizing that she was in dire need of assistance right now. Ann was this type of girl who could take care of herself, at least most of time – but the hint inside her tone told him that she was failing to handle the situation properly. Pushing his bag full of hamburgers inside his bag, ignoring Morgana’s sudden complaint, Akira instantly turned around, trying to localize the VOICE mid the crowd of people. Apparently the situation got even more intense, still hearing Ann’s voice all over the place, even though he was seemingly the only one who cared. No one else, not even one person in the crowd, seemed to care that a young woman was aggressively yelling just now. It was always like this; and also the reason why he could not ignore it. Even less when it was someone like Ann.

TURNING HIS HEAD TO DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS, following the sound of her voice, Akira eventually found her being cornered in a side street – by a whole group of guys. Actually he did not even have to listen to them to know what they were thinking; what they wanted of her. It was obviously enough if he followed her gazes leading to her long, slender legs and the short tank-top which unfortunately showed perhaps a bit too much. But this was just like her, especially in a hot summer like this – ultimately it was not her fault that these guys were preying on her now. It was all their doing, their very own mistake. Fortunately none of them were bothered to even notice him when he closed the distance to her, moving right to her side – even if that meant to also be trapped now.

                                           ‘ANN, you alright?’

AKIRA QUICKLY CHECKED ON HER before his head turned to the other guys – five in total -, immediately recognizing that the tallest one of them was probably their leader. A red cap and blonde, wild hair… Didn’t Mishima mention something like this just recently? Some gang preying on and sexually harassing girls without any company around Shibuya? In the worst case, they had done even more than that.

“Piss off, fucker!”“You should go back home and check on your mother.”

                                                              Ah, so annoying…

ACTUALLY HE HAD NEVER BEEN AN AGGRESSIVE PERSON; scarcely ever raising his voice in the PAST, turning blind to important matters – even becoming ignorant of them. Believing that he could not change them, no matter what he did. Yet this mindset had changed; and the bitter taste of injustice was the voice, the call, which made him awake from his long slumber. He could still feel the sudden pressure on his palms, the rushing thoughts inside his mind back then when he had dared for the very first time to not ignore his discomfort; when he had, for the very first time of his life, dared to show courage. No… He had pondered about it for so long – but he had done the right thing, even if that woman made a false testimony afterwards to keep herself safe. The punishment had been to enslave him to a being he truly wasn’t; it had forged his invisible chains and branded him for all eternity. Someone like him would never be fully accepted into society; a criminal record never faded. But he had accepted all of that; had accepted that he had to raise his voice and act in order to stay truthful to his own principles. The principle to help those who needed it – whether it was a friend or not. Even if the whole world turned blind to it, he never would. And thus he had awakened, no longer staying inside the shadow he had lived in for so long. It had been a faint touch of fate – and after accepting these chains, this prison inside his very soul, he was finally free. Believing. Rebelling. -- FIGHTING.

                                             The FACE of the man… The VOICE…                               Why did his mind hide it from him inside thick fog?                     Yet these headaches… The memories were still there, somewhere.                      But his voice shall be heard now, louder than ever before.

AKIRA WAS WELL AWARE HE COULD NOT AFFORD to let his fist slip his control; no matter how disgusting these guys in front of him really were. Still being on probation he was honestly done for if they reported him to the police – no one would believe him even with Ann testifying; and no attorney would try to defend him in another court as well, knowing that it was already a lost case. Another assault on another person, no matter the situation, was still a crime if one already had a record for it. This was the disgusting truth of this so called justice of the adults; creating large holes for those who had the power to make them untouchable by law itself. It was an unbroken vicious circle considering that the archenemy of justice was the justice mankind had created; the law itself. Becoming a victim of it Akira knew that there was no escape from this very truth – but even then… it would not  s t o p   him.

STILL CLENCHING HIS FISTS NONETHELESS, he shoved his own body in front of Ann, shielding her from the guy’s sight. They did not know him – but soon they would learn how determined he was if they kept on creeping on her. This was no fucking joke to him. Ann went through enough bullshit because of guys like this already. It was enough. If there existed something which made him become pissed like this, then men like these.

                   ‘….I see. You guys really don’t want to leave her alone, do you?                    I ponder what you’ll try to do once I left?                   Continue to hit on her with these lame lines?                   Really. You should learn to take a  n o.                   Sorry, but she deserves better than any of you.’

HIS SLENDER FINGERS MOVED TO HIS GLASSES, carefully lifting it from the top of his nose. God, it was strange to not feel its weight in this moment – but the feeling was good. In fact he did not even need them; but it protected him from all the bullshit around him. It made him almost invisible in the masses – a mask he needed by now because his eyes had learned to sparkle and burn on their own. In this moment he did not need such foolish protection; this façade he lived with ever since moving to Tokyo. All he needed… was to convince them that he would not yield, even if they continued to piss on his leg. He knew people like them; all talk when they had to go against a serious threat. And he was certainly one – the one of the worst kind. It was this kind of behavior he despised the most; the attitude of not respecting the privacy and comfort of woman for their own selfish, disgusting pleasure. Just like these men. Just like any one who did not care for other people’s feelings. It was the ultimate flaw of this world; what made them all become prisoners of what they believed to be justice.

WHAT A PATHETIC JOKE. Obviously these guys did not know what was good for them – but he had not exactly expected them to retreat just now anyway. After all who was he? Some little kid to their eyes with a big, bad mouth. What a pity that there was more behind him than just that, however. And they would learn this soon enough. Their face expressions were a sweet mixture of confusion, amusement but also arrogance accompanied by unpleasant smirks.

      “You little punk!! Cut that crap!!”                         “Think you can go against all of us?”                                “You can still run home, boy. Leave the hot chick to real men.”

HUH...UNLUCKY  FOR THEM THAT HE HAD NEVER HIDDEN HIMSELF AT HOME. Not only for once in his entire life. Apparently he was quite an unlucky fool himself, but there were no regrets inside his mind. Now was his turn, however.

                  ‘R e a l   men…?                    Sexual harassment is delict, and not a minor one.                    I can call the police, you know.                    Huh… I’m just a dumb, little boy so I guess I’ll just do that now.                   I mean… What can I do besides that?                    It’s not like you did anything wrong, right?                    At least according to any of you.                   So how about we let ‘the hot chick’ behind me                   and the police decide this, shall we?                   I have the bad habit of recording with my phone after all.’

HIS LIPS CURLED INTO A CONFIDENT SMIRK whilst his stare got almost deadly, as if he tried to pierce their souls. And in fact he indeed was – attacking them there where they had least expected it. Attacking their vulnerability. 

                  ‘Or I suggest you leave her alone.                   And never look at her again.’

THE LAST TWO SENTENCES WERE SPOKEN WITH SUCH INTENSITY that his tone dropped lower, ice cold and sharp like a thousand knives. His hand fiddled at his pocket to fish his cell phone, just in case they had yet to see another hint.

                            Guess it was GAME OVER for them – soon enough.

#( okay listen - this bullshit is extremely triggering for him hence why he's so pissed ) #( like the incident he was involved in was extremely similar ) #( and then Ann also went through bullshit thanks to Kamoshida and the thing which happened with Shiho ) #( he has NO TOLERANCE for guys like these - he absolutely despises them ) #theholylight