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back2bluesidex · 20 days
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Where Do Broken Hearts Go - Chapter 5 (18+)
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Pairing: Model, ex-boyfriend!Jungkook X Child psychologist, Fem!Reader X Lawyer, Single Dad!Hoseok. 
Summary: Jungkook stripped your emotions naked, left you bare in the chilly wind of despair and self-doubt with an unending heartache. You tried your hardest to move on from him, to live for yourself but failed miserably. Each night you had to come back to your empty home where memories and broken dreams were scattered all around the floor, until one day a little angel and her unbelievably beautiful father came into your life. Finally, when you find yourself healing, maybe falling too, Jungkook had to show up! Again!
Theme: Angst, pining, heartbreak, break-up, smut
Warnings: Mentions of school bullying, multiple pov changes, drinking, makeout
Word count: 4.4k+
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Minors and karens are not allowed in this blog
A/N: Finally!! They are kisssssinnngggg!!!
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Chapters:- 
Prologue/Masterpost || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 - Finale
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Jungkook should have headed home. 
He knows he should have received Jiwon’s calls and replied to her messages at least once to confirm that he is alive. 
But he couldn’t.
He couldn't think of anything else after seeing you with another man, the man that you referred to as a special client earlier. He knows he has no right to invade your personal boundaries now, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be curious or worried about you.  
What if you are wasting your life away trying to move on from him, what if your client (that didn’t look like only a client) is a pervert? 
He should be there for you. you are, afterall, much more than just his ex-girlfriend to him. 
That’s exactly what brought him to your (once shared) apartment. Even though the decision is induced by two bottles of soju and three cigarettes in a row, he doesn't regret. 
Jungkook rehearses his lines again and again. He drew a mindmap of what conversations to initiate with you once he charges straight up to your door. But even before he could head near the entryway - he sees you getting out of the same car that picked you up from Jimin’s. 
And it’s the same man that had touched you in a way he doesn’t approve of. 
He lights another cigarette as he watches the scene upfolds one after another in front of him. That man says something, you reply to him, he takes a step towards you, you take a step back, he leans down and you don’t stop him. 
Jungkook’s blood starts boiling. He throws the cigarette away and surges forward to stop whatever is going on but the car window slides down and if he is not wrong then it’s a kid who talks to the man standing with you. 
Are you flirting with a married guy now? Are you that desperate to move on? To forget him? 
Before he can understand anything, he sees you bidding them goodbye and walking away. The car leaves a little later. 
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Your face still feels hot. 
For a moment you believe that all of it is a dream. There is no way Hoseok said it’s impossible to fall out of love with you. There is no way he admitted that he could do anything to make you his. There is no freaking way he was seconds away from kissing you!  
All of it is happening too fast. It’s been roughly four weeks since you met him. And it’s been a month and half since Jungkook broke up with you. 
Aren’t you moving on too fast? Are you really attracted to Hoseok or is he just a suitable rebound to you? 
These questions plague your mind. You grip your hair out of frustration. 
Hoseok can never be a rebound. That won’t be justified to him or to the kindness he has been treating you with. 
But the way you felt nervous and breathless around him a few minutes ago, the way his dark eyes managed to make you want him shamelessly - not all of it was because you desperately want to move on from your ex-boyfriend, is it? 
The doorbell rings loudly in your empty apartment and you realize you are still sitting on the couch and you haven’t even changed. 
The clock says it’s 7:40 pm and you frown at that. You wouldn’t have visitors on a Saturday during this hour. So it might be your grocery that you placed an order for just this morning. 
Getting up from the couch, you take slow steps towards the door and the bell rings once again. The delivery guy must be in a hurry, so you scream a little “coming” as you take the doorknob in your hands and open the door. 
And your head starts spinning all at once. 
“What are you doing here?” You ask the man standing at your door. The same man who broke your heart six weeks ago. The words come out with less surprise and more anger. 
“I- uh- I need to pack rest of my stuff…” he pauses, visibly struggling with his words, “can I come in?” 
You sigh, a long one, as you open the door wider for him to come in. 
Today is indeed a bad day. You wanted to avoid him once and you ended up coming across twice. 
Shutting the door loudly enough, you look at Jungkook. He looks restless. He is still wearing the same clothes you saw him in earlier, so he might not have headed home since then. The strong smell of soju and cigarettes highents your suspicion. 
He looks back at you, with big, doe, glossy eyes. Once you felt unbelievably weak for them but now you feel numb. The moisture in those dark orbs does nothing to worry or unsettle you. 
You wait for him to say something or to head inside your (once shared) bedroom and pack up whatever stuff he had left behind. But he does nothing. He stands there staring at you as you do the same. 
You sigh again, “as far as my knowledge goes, you have nothing left to pack. But you can check again, or whatever you please.” 
You divert your eyes from him and walk towards the kitchen to pour him a glass of water. 
“I know that. I know there’s nothing left.” he finally speaks up, making your head turn towards him through the open space of the kitchen. 
You feel anger growing inside you with every passing moment. If he knew then why the fuck did he come? What brings him here at your apartment on a saturday night right when you feel way too much troubled with your feelings and emotions? 
But you control it. You are trained to control your emotions during these kinds of situations. So you take in a deep breath and open your mouth to speak again.
“Then may I ask what brings you here, Jungkook? That too in the state of intoxication? If this is about the apartment itself then let me remind you that the lease is in my name and I have already wired you the share you had paid up until the breakup.”  
He walks towards you. Standing on the other side of the kitchen counter he says, “I just wanted to see you, Y/N.” 
A sarcastic chuckle bubbles in your throat at that. 
“We don't really share a relation to see each other frequently, don’t you think so? Besides, you just saw me this afternoon.” 
This time Jungkook laughs. Just like yours, his laugh, too, is punctuated with sarcasm. But you don’t know how he can be sarcastic. He is the one who left you, he is the one who has a girlfriend waiting at home for him while he is here at his ex-girlfriend’s house and he is the one who should be guilty, not you. 
Suddenly you feel a strong urge to throw the glass full of water on his face. But you calm yourself down again. 
“Well, you didn’t even look at me properly. You were so eager to entertain your special client that you basically ran out of Jimin’s place.” 
The insides of your mouth taste sour at how Jungkook emphasized the words special client.
“I don’t get it.” your head feels heavy, squeezing your eyes shut tight you continue, “I don’t get why are you here at this hour, having an unnecessary argument about my life?” 
“I am not arguing with you.” Jungkook frowns as he manages to protest. 
“Okay.” you resign. You know stretching the matter any further will only complicate things and you don’t want that to happen. You don’t want him inside your home or within your 10 meter radius ever again.  
Feeling Jungkook’s constant stare on you, you stand straight and try to put an end to whatever is happening right now, “Jungkook, you are drunk. Let me book a cab-” 
“Who is he?” your ex-boyfriend cuts you off. 
“Who are you talking about?” you can sense jealousy and possessiveness in his voice. And this is something you never liked even when you were together. So, seeing him jealous now because of whatever reason, when he is the one who left you, makes you even more furious. 
“That guy you almost kissed a few minutes ago?” the words leave through his gritted teeth, triggering something venomous inside you. 
“Does your pretty little actress girlfriend know that you have been following your ex-girlfriend and keeping records of the guys I meet?” you actually grip the glass now, ready to throw the water on Jungkook’s face if he says another word out of line. 
“You didn’t answer me, Y/N. Who was he?” Jungkook stands his ground, stubborn to show his non-existent rights on you. 
“That’s. None. Of. Your. Business.” The words come out low but coated with anger. You fail to recognize yourself. 
Jungkook comes closer to the kitchen counter and lodges himself between the stools. Only the thin kitchen island is separating the two of you. 
Two months ago, you yearned to have him at this proximity at least. Ironically enough, now you hate it. 
“It is. It is my business if you are flirting with a married guy just to move on from me! I should.. I should step in.” 
And that’s it. That was the last nail in the coffin.  
You pour the water on his head without waiting for a second more. 
He closes his eyes with a visible tick in his jaw as the cold water runs down from his hair down to his face, gradually wetting his clothes. 
“Come out of your dream, Jeon Jungkook. The world doesn’t revolve around you. My life, my choices, my decisions - nothing, you impact nothing! You aren’t worth my thoughts or my tears anymore. Do you get that?” you spat at his face. 
Jungkook stands still. The change in your level-headed demeanor took him by surprise, it seems. However, his gaze softens, jaw relaxes soon. Maybe it’s the cold water or maybe his conscience decided to make a comeback now. 
Running a hand through his now dripping hair, Jungkook tries to establish his point again, “Y/N, I am sorry. I am just worried about you. That guy has a kid-” 
“I will give you two minutes to leave, Jungkook. If you fail to do so I am going to call your manager.” You garb a kitchen towel and throw it on his face, “or worse… the paparazzi.” with that you leave him hanging awkwardly at the dining space making a beeline for your bedroom for some solace. 
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“Jungkook! Where have you been? Have you checked your phone? I have been texting and calling you? Are you alright? Did anything happen? Why are you soaked? Jungkook? Fucking answer me!” 
Jungkook’s head pounds more and more with every single word that comes out of Jiwon’s mouth.
He is still processing whatever happened tonight. But the alcohol level in his blood makes it almost impossible to form a coherent chain of thoughts. Jiwon, too, keeps throwing questions at him, pushing him towards the edge of losing his cool. 
Somehow managing to get out of his heavy boots, he trudges towards the couch and flops down, completely ignoring his girlfriend’s questions and presence. 
“Jungkook, please tell me. Did something bad happen? Where were you all day?” She sits at the end of the couch, by his leg, her voice is slightly less hyper than it was a minute ago.
“At Jimin’s” Jungkook whispers briefly as he covers his face with one of his forearm. He needs to rest. He needs to provide his mind and heart with a break after everything those went through today. But as soon as he closes his eyes, your face is what he sees. 
He has never seen you as angry as today. In those three years he spent with you, there were fallouts and arguments but never once you were as furious as you were today. You used to be either silent or passive aggressive before, but today you attacked him directly. There was fire in your eyes and venom in your voice. You even poured cold water on him. 
He knows he was unreasonable today. He knows he pushed all of your buttons. But what he doesn’t know is why he is hurting. 
He fell out of love with you. He, now, loves someone else. 
Then why on earth the prospect of you dating another man hurts him this much. Why couldn't he stop himself from acting unreasonable today? Why did he show up at your place and make a scene when it shouldn’t be his business to interrogate who you are dating.     
Jiwon shakes his body and he realizes that his sleeves are now wet with his tears. 
Fuck! Why am I crying? Jungkook thinks as he tries to sit up. 
“You weren’t with Jimin. He said you left after lunch. And it’s 9 pm now.” sniffing carefully, Jiwon adds, “and you are drunk.” 
“Yeah. I went for a drink later on.” Jungkook sighs. 
“Okay. But how did you get wet?” Jiwon throws her next question. 
“Can you please shut it, Jiwon?” the shout comes out of his throat involuntarily, so much so that it even takes himself by surprise. But he does nothing to conceal his bubbling annoyance, not even when he sees Jiwon’s eyes growing glossy. 
“I am sorry. I was just worr-” 
“I am sorry, too, Jiwon! I am sorry for not responding to your calls and messages and for shouting at you now but-” he sighs, feeling defeated, “but can you please leave me alone? I need to rest.” 
“Yeah, alright.” Jiwon gets up from her seat and walks towards the bedroom. 
Jungkook can feel her stopping in the middle of her tracks, turning towards him. 
“But if it’s about her, then… you need to fix yourself as soon as possible.” 
Jungkook doesn’t answer that.
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Sunday and Monday go in a blur. 
You somehow feel way better after kicking Jungkook out of your apartment. A little, angelic part of you regrets being rude to him, especially for pouring cold water on his head. 
You could have handled the situation better, like the adult you are. On top of that, you are a psychologist. You should have acted more wisely. 
But the bigger part of you is satisfied. 
You accepted everything when he said he fell for someone else. You did let him go knowing that there is no point of holding someone on when their heart isn’t with you anymore. 
But you couldn’t accept his unreasonable possessiveness or the way he shamelessly showed up at your place and especially the way he talked about you and Hoseok. 
So in conclusion, Jungkook deserved it. 
And you feel good about it. 
After a while everything seems to be falling in place. You are starting to heal, you are getting attracted to someone very appealing, you had only two clients left, one of which just had her last counseling with you today. 
Another one is Sua, and you have a very good feeling about her too. 
Tonight you decided to treat yourself a little. Lightening a lavender scented candle and choosing an over-expensive sheet mask to pamper your face, you lie down on your bed. 
For once you decide to think about absolutely nothing. You want to let your mind float and see where it lands. 
Your eyes close. The wet, cold sensation from the sheet mask feels too good on your face and you try to focus on that only. 
But bam! 
As soon as you let your thoughts flutter, those decide you paint a particular face with heart shaped smile, dark, warm and mysterious eyes, and a lithe body that you want on yours-
And your phone rings. 
An annoyed groan leaves your lips! 
“Why the fuck did I leave it on ring?” grabbing the phone from the night stand you scream at yourself. 
But your annoyance dies as soon as you see the intruder's name on the screen. 
It’s Hoseok. 
You gulp, smoothing your voice that went hoarse with the scream, and then you pick it up tapping the speaker icon. 
“Hey, Y/N” his smooth voice fills your ear. A smile creeps to your lips without your knowledge, “Is this the right time to talk to you? I didn’t disturb you, did I?” 
His unsure voice cut through the little bit of hurt that you have been feeling after experiencing radio since from his side after whatever happened on Saturday. 
“No, you didn’t. Tell me what’s up? Is Sua alright?” You try to keep your voice professional. And professionally he shouldn’t call you past business hours if it’s not an emergency. 
“Yeah, she’s fine. She’s better actually. We went grocery shopping yesterday and she was a lot more talkative. Thanks for everything.” 
“Eh. I’m not going to discount you even if you keep thanking me.” 
He laughs at that, making you feel lightheaded with the sound. 
“I have a favor to ask, actually.” hoseok says, as the laugh dies down. 
“Yeah. Tell me.” 
“Sua’s homeroom teacher has called for a PTA on wednesday and I have decided to let her know everything. But I don’t think I will be able to handle the situation wisely since I can’t keep my anger in check when it comes to her. So….” 
“So?” 
“So, could you please join me? Since you are her doctor you will be able to do it better.” 
You stay silent. The idea of joining Hoseok to his daughter’s PTA meeting feels too intimate. Even though you know you are going just as her doctor.  
“It’s totally alright if you don’t want to. I know this might not be under your responsibilities and I am sor-”
“I will join you. You can text me the time and address, right?” 
“Yeah sure. Sure, I can.” 
You can feel his smile on the other side of the line. 
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It doesn’t take you a minute to spot Hoseok and his luxurious sleek car. And you feel your breath caught in your throat yet again. 
How can a man be so attractive? He is handsome indeed but the aura of authority that he exudes knocks you off your socks each and every time you see him. 
When your eyes meet, he is still on the phone. For a moment you wonder, if it’s the woman Mina or not. 
“Hi… Thanks for coming.” Hoseok voices, cutting the call. His dark eyes bore into yours. You can see his Adam's apple bobbing as he quickly checks you out from head to toe. 
Fuck! Did you overdress yourself? 
“Again, hoseok, I get paid for doing this.” you add a little playfully making him chuckle. 
This time, you check him out. 
He has chosen to wear a black turtleneck today, tucked inside tight black slacks, along with a black blazer. 
Miraculously enough, you have chosen to wear a black wrap dress. And you two look nothing short of a grim reaper couple today. 
You chuckle to yourself at the thought. 
“Do I? Do I look funny?” Hoseok asks in surprise. 
You wave your hands desperately to dismiss his thoughts, “No no. It's just that we look like a grim reaper couple today. Dressed in all black.” 
“Oh” hoseok laughs lightly, “but a couple regardless.” 
You lose both of your mind and heart at his statement. 
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The meeting went smoother than you expected it to. 
Obviously, the homeroom teacher couldn’t find her voice when you handed her Sua’s counseling reports. 
Even though she once tried to defend herself when Hoseok told her that she should have focused on Sua better, that she should have monitored her behavior and informed him if she was being quieter than usual. But she acknowledged her carelessness when you pointed out all the behavioral changes that were easy for a teacher to spot. 
She decided to talk to Jaemin and her parents personally and let you and Hoseok know of the outcome. And she also promised to take special care of Sua and transfer Jaemin to a different section to keep him away. 
“Do you think that kid and his parents will understand his mistakes?” Hoseok asks as you two walk through the corridor. 
“They should but that depends a lot on what kind of people they are. Since Jaemin is as old as Sua, it’s impossible for him to develop the concept of an illegitimate child by himself. He must have heard that somewhere, most likely from his mother. Even though it’s just my assumption, if that’s the case then his parents need to be schooled as well.” 
“Then we will need to meet them personally.”  
“Yes, if that kid refuses to leave Sua alone, we will have to meet them personally. And I will try my best to make them reflect on their mistakes, don’t worry.” you add briskly, stepping out of the school building. “I’ll take my leave now, bye.”
“No wait.” Hoseok holds your forearm, even though you haven’t moved an inch or tried to walk away from him. 
The foreground is full of parents but it seems like no one is paying you any attention, so you try to relax yourself at his touch. 
Hoseok eases too and lets his hand fall by his side, “do you have any plans for this evening?” 
“No. I don’t.” Your heart starts beating loudly. Is he going to ask you out or something?
“It’s almost 3:30 now and I assume you have had your lunch already. So, why don’t you have dinner with me and Sua? I am gonna pick her up from noona’s place on our way home.” Hoseok proposes. 
You think it through for a while. Dinner? At his place? Will you be alive by the end of the day? 
“I don’t think-” 
“Please, Y/N? Please?” Hoseok pleads, stepping towards you. 
“Okay then.” you let your resistance fall limp on the feet of your emotions. 
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Hoseok is not a good cook but he knows how not to mess simple things up. So he sticks to the basics - Kimchi fried rice and samgyeopsal, accompanied by all the banchan his mom and sister send him every week.
He knows he needs to focus on the vegetables while chopping those but he can’t keep his eyes from wandering towards you. 
You look so bold and beautiful today. The black wrap dress is perfectly professional yet too sexy. He wants to undo that tie and let the dress fall on your feet to discover whatever wonders you are hiding underneath. 
You giggle with Sua. Both of you are coloring something while you engage her in a casual conversation. 
Hoseok’s heart warms at the scene. 
This is what he always wanted. A small family, a mother-figure for sua and a partner for himself. But he knows he doesn’t deserve you. Why would you want a single father like him when you could have bachelors lining for you. 
But then again, you didn’t stop him when he was about to kiss you that day. You accepted his invitation even though Namjoon mentioned you to be strictly professional. And now you are at his house, sitting in his dining room, playing with her daughter as he cooks for the three of you in the kitchen. 
Is he being too greedy? 
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“You have got a beautiful balcony here.” You mutter staring at the sight ahead. 
“Really? Thank you.” Hoseok comes to stand beside you, handing you the glass of wine. 
“Yeah. your house, too, is very clean and organized, which is very rare for single parents, especially single fathers. It tells of the fact that you are, as a person, very sorted out.” You complete before taking a sip from your glass. 
Hoseok’s eyes are fixed on your side profile. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps staring at how gorgeous you are. 
Then you turn your face towards him, giving him a lazy smile, you say “What? Am I wrong?” 
“No. Not at all. About cleanliness though, Sua helps a lot. Even though she is only seven, she knows how to keep things at their places. She’s truly much more mature than the kids of her age.” he smiles at the thought of her daughter. 
You smile too, remembering how she fell asleep keeping her head on your lap earlier. 
“Sua is very tired today.”  you whisper. 
“Yeah she is. She never slept before having her dessert. She is definitely very tired today.” Hoseok nods in agreement. 
“Do you know why she is tired?” 
“Why?” 
“Because she played around after a long time. She told me that she became friends with her hoobaes and taught them how to play red light, green light.” 
“What? Really?” 
“Yeah. She is getting better, Hoseok.” you finally turn towards the man fully and find him way too close to keep a respectable distance between two bodies. 
Hoseok, though, is loving the proximity. He wants to have you close, right now… forever. 
“And a lot of credit for that… goes to you. You are such an exceptionally great dad.” You smile up at him. Your heart is wilding inside your rib cage and you want to know if Hoseok is feeling the same.   
“What about me as a man in general?” Hoseok whispers, starting to lean down. You are irresistible and he doesn’t know how to control himself anymore. 
“That’s not under my diagnosis. I need to find that out personally. But my work ethic won’t allow me.” you let the words out of your mouth. But your body completely deceives you as you close whatever distance your bodies had left in between. 
The moment your body touches his, your eyes meet his pair, which are now hazy with lust, Hoseok loses it. 
“Fuck ethics” you hear him curse before his mouth crashes yours. His free hand winds around your waist, pulling you closer. You kiss him back instantly. 
Two pairs of lips mold perfectly against each other. 
Hoseok kisses you relentlessly, as if he has been hungry for your lips for a long time now. His hand holds you tightly to keep you in your place. 
Your free hand grabs him by his neck, kissing him with just as much urgency. 
He sucks your lower lip as you do the same with his upper one. Soon his tongue finds its way inside your mouth, testing every corner. 
You moan in his mouth when you feel his hands diving down to your ass and giving it a pleasant squeeze. 
“Stay the night?” Hoseok whispers parting for a bit, as a string of saliva connects both of your lips. 
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onyourhyuck · 11 months
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Crimson Lace Part Two.| Mark Lee (M)
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Prologue: “I don’t like him around you.” + “You can’t tell me who to not hang around with. And secondly it sounds like you’re jealous.”
Summery: After you slept with Minhyun that night, Mark starts noticing the distance between you and him as you get closer to Minhyun. He grows jealous and becomes angry when you tell him the truth, making him confess sinful things you didn’t know about.
The Warnings: Love Triangle. Mark Lee Twin Tropes. Mark looks like he’s a complete loser in bed but he turns out to be amazing trope >>>. Fem Reader. Jealous and angry! Mark. Twin rivalry. Degrading. Extreme Mean Mark. Edging (so much edging) ice play (ice cubes mentioned a lot) fingering and eating out (Female receiving) begging, Mark has a massive darcyphillia kink. Everythings consensual. Cum play. Thigh riding. Public setting (they’re doing it in university class closet) Nipple play.
The Taglist: @yesohhsehun @chardonnayyyy @dearj43 @jwicore @nuttie-nv-blog @nctzcrime
Cover Credit: @dearj43 tysm<3
THE NOTE: sorry this took so long man. I was very busy. However part 2 is out now <3 enjoy
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It’s been two weeks since that night you’ve slept with Minhyun and let’s just say you’ve probably done it almost everywhere on campus but the dorms. You tried your best to control it. Try to make things go back to normal with the boy but all it took was one touch from him and things lead to a kiss and another more, it baffled you; with how much Minhyun had this control of you.
He knew how to tick the right boxes physically, sure, but mentally you were somewhere else. You were deeply thinking about Mark, his twin brother, wondering what he would think of you for fucking his brother behind his back.
You’re both scared to confess but you want to confess the truth to him. Unlike Minhyun who shown zero care if he’s railing his brothers crush, you were actually more disheartening about the situation more than anyone right now. You thought if this happened to you you’d be raging with fire in your eyes and demanding revenge. Though, you’re unsure how Mark will react. Mark is mostly a very patient guy. Only a few can tug his patience and test the waters, he’s respectful, friendly and never— and I tell you never gets angry. It’s like he’s perfect. A totally chill, laidback and nice guy.
But today it felt quite the opposite in your class. Writing away on your lined paper the front work essay to do in class, every student in the lecture room was doing the same thing. Trying their best to analysis their view point and perception of Oscar Wilde. You weren’t the biggest fan of Wilde but you do have to admit he does have classical literature. Something you could never forget no matter what. Your cheeks become hollow as you suck in your final breathe before pressing the pen down on the table, finishing the last structural paragraph needed to be done. Your conclusion was the best if you’d have to say so yourself.
Mark caught up with you leaving the class. You’re outside walking up the pathway to the girl dormitory. Something you recently signed up for and moved into. You don’t have a roommate yet, but that’s okay. Honestly you prefer the large dormitory to yourself. As Mark suddenly cuts off your pathway, with an expression you dearly avoided for so long till it finally contacts you.
“Y/n we need to talk.” Mark huffs, out of air.
You look up at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Mark I’m really busy with—“
“Fucking my brother?” He suddenly cuts your sentence off leaving your chest to rise, going tighter and tighter leaving little to no oxygen surpassing through your protected lungs. You felt your world stop and crash instantly like a car has ran into you in the five dimensional realm. You weren’t sure how he came up with that idea, but you knew he was correct. You were cornered by him. Questioned by Mark’s suspicion. For whatever evidence he has. You told yourself to come clean, telling yourself now’s the chance to fully address the issues you’ve done. The bad sins you’ve done behind Mark’s knowledge.
Your voice came out like a murmur. “I’m sorry Mark, I was planning to tell you.” Mark heard you say, though all he could look at was the images of you naked, possibly aroused and more, god, how badly he wished it was him who did those things to you. Minhyun took the pleasure of telling him every fucking detail; the way your moans were so disconnected because you cannot speak while fingered by him deep inside your cunt. He described the way your hair gets messy in the cutest way possible. Minhyun didn’t spare Mark the heinously bragging, what fun was that if he did not? He wants to see Mark rage. He wants to see Mark explode with infuriating frustration that he lost you. His dreams and feelings flat out rejected even though he didn’t confess to you.
All the boy could do was lean back and grab forward your wrist with those boba-like eyes, resembling a round onyx seed. A hint of honey brown flicks in those eyes when bright light slants on the wide iris’ it always makes you so mesmerised. It was only simple brown eyes but the way he looks at you through them, the way you see yourself through his eyes makes your tamed heart skipper quicker than anything in this world. Which heartbeat got faster and faster the more he pressed your wrist in his palm in a harshly given gripping hold, he did not spare you the weakness nor mercy. His voice taunts your skin like a shadowed mercenary ready to kill you while you’re unaware.
“A sorry cannot cut out for the way Minhyun purposely tortured me with the details of your beautiful, romantic night, Y/n.”
He sorely refused your apology leaving you to stand there in middle of nowhere outside the all girl’s dormitory awkwardly as the space minute by minute closes like a maze.
“I don’t like him around you.” Mark trailing with a softer growl containing jealousy that you won’t ever prescribe . It felt more than a normal amount of Jealousy.
It was envy. It was the need to be superior than the other. It was the over-loading amount of covetousness that the boy has for you, it felt like an addiction. You were his wrong addiction with no rehabilitation enough to provide Mark to save himself from your magnetic field.
Mark dislikes the way Minhyun claims he has you wrapped round his fingers yet he doesn’t know the way you have Mark chained to you spiritually. The way your bodies speak in such a hidden language from your conscious mind, gently paving your way, as your eyes tremble to the hold.
Your lips fell from this blank thin line to a sudden choke scoffing softly out your beautiful heart shape mouth, your minds were repeatedly thinking that. “You can’t tell me who to not hang around with.”
You pause staring blankly at him.
“And secondly it sounds like you’re jealous.” You strike at him with your indifferent tone. Mark was indeed bothered by the fact that you and Minhyun have gotten closer, have ended up with a physical relationship. He was jealous and he didn’t dare hide it in his voice or bodily language.
“I’m not fucking jealous I’m more than that.” The grip on your wrist tightens as he pulls your bodies inside the dormitory. “I’m wishing it was me with you that night doing those dirty things, Y/n. Call me jealous all you want but I had my eyes on you first. Minhyun could careless about you.” He adds snarking. “Don’t whore for him who can’t even memorise your Starbucks-go-to order and your favourite movie of all times.”
It’s the way he knows your future moves and the next step seeps to be inebriated, you were left alone staring at Mark deeply who’s chest risen up aloof. Your tongue was bitten down against your teeth harshly as you chew on your words, mentally planning your next dialogue. Just about when you open your mouth, “Mark this is ridiculous-” Mark cuts in right again, leaving you down and flat with your dimmed voice.
“Shut the fuck up.” Mark brushes as the palms creep on your face with their cold temperatures solitudes your warm heated face growing warmer by the way his lips crash on to yours giving them the quickest peck, before fully interrogating your mouth as his own home. His tongue slips in with a barge and a venom to strike. Teeth brush against your soft skin layering your lips to picker and become swollen. Your breathe was harsh and a gasp escaped you. Mark wasn’t trying to be gentle. In fact he was simply rough round the edges, like he had enough of you and your stupidity, that he will finally explode and show you just how much he wants you, how much he loves and wishes to be with you and only you. It’s nothing Minhyun could ever compare to, as your emotions were in the way, but Mark was so much physically intending to use you now.
“Mark- Mark please, slow down, we can’t be doing this…”
He was whispering such degrading terms you weren’t sure how to process. It started off with telling you to be quiet, in which you didn’t oblige to. Your voice came off with multi-stuttering in between the kiss. His fingertips gracefully graze down your jawline and reaching your neck where he grabs you firmly on it before pushing you inside the girl dormitory building. He lead you against a wall pushing you down on it. His voice darkens line an abyss wanting to suck you in and trap you there for eternity and more. “Don’t say anything. Let me indulge a little more before you leave.” He achingly told you, as if it hurt to say. Your reddish swollen lips turned red and you couldn’t believe but feel the way his drunk sad eyes longing on you,
You whisper softly. “I’m not going anywhere.” As Mark leans closer adjusting himself to close the gap between your chest and his. “Don’t get my hopes up.” Mark warns leaning down capturing a passionate and helpless kiss to you, but this time you’ve returned it with just as much eagerness he couldn’t compete with.
He knew you were never going to choose him. He knows Minhyun has stolen your heart and made it his own home before he could, and he only has himself to blame for losing you to his own twin brother. He was late. He was slow and too scared for ruining your friendship between you, Mark often stays up late at night thinking to himself that he should’ve made the first move. He should’ve confessed. He shouldn’t be a coward but he did become one at the end of the day. The moment Minhyun slept with you, he lost a part of himself. He lost all self-control.
You want to tell him you won’t ever leave him. That Minhyun and you sleeping was a simple mistake that you enjoyed and wish to keep on the low, that you’re not interested in dating his brother — you wish to tell him this but all you could focus solely on was the way he was kissing you as if it was his last dying wish. You weren’t sure how far it was going to go, but you felt yourself lose control and all together you grip on his neck finally adjusting to it all. You want Mark.
You came to a conclusion that you want Mark now. Your voice came off as a surprise, if anything, it came off as a dropped off bomb combusting a large sparking ember in his heartbroken heart. “Let’s take it to my dorm…” you said with no shame.
With a nod you were leading Mark inside your dorms welcoming the man in with your bodies aching desperately for each other. The door slams shut and Mark had all his strength pinning you down on your bed gasping in the rough kiss marking your swollen mouth. He was gaping at your body, squeezing his fingers on your clothes and under the fabric crewing on your empty skin practically screaming for him to dirty it, to use you, each time it reminds him of the way you look right now telling that this might be the first and very much the last time he shall ever have the chance of sleeping with you. He must savour the opportunity. Seize the opportunity of all opportunities. And he did.
He did do exactly that when the way he stripped you naked before he shown all his skin in front of you. Your breasts were kneading round like they were his personal items, shifting in your bodies flat on your belly. As his lips press on your shoulder and back. He squeezed at your hips, hoarsely whispering to you; “Lift your hips up for me darling.” It gnaws at your subconscious to hear this man, the man who’s always been your friend, respectful and kind to you was completely out of the picture now that he’s treating you with so much rough and rawly strengths, it purged you with sinful thoughts because it turns you to see him so… berserk. Your lower body arches to his demands and Mark reaches to squeeze your ass before spanking it.
Your voice comes through the pillows that Mark purposely buried your face in. You couldn’t see what he’s looking at but you felt his stare on you everywhere. “Good girl. Always so obedient for me aren’t you? Such a good girl.” He knows how to get you riled up with words. He doesn’t even need to touch you to get you going. The clothes on your body did not last a second on you it was a whole new situation with Mark it even surprised you how well he was good at undressing you from head to toe. The lower clothing came off like it was a slipper from your feet. His fingers weren’t the only thing good at taking clothes off. They were starting to please you down below occasionally slipping out your underwear to the side so his fingers can slide deep inside your wet cunt which was soaking for him.
Mark was pleasantly surprised by how wet you were and his thoughts tread on to his twin brother wondering if he was going through back getting you more wet than this. If this was how soaking you are for him than you must be a waterfall when this continues. He is determined to be better than his brother. Better for you and better for himself. If he lives down as the worse brother in bed he would rather have hell take him back and never come out. As your cunt slowly sinks breathing in his fingers he starts to finger you with a medium length pace causing every wall in you to tighten and loosen just round his shape of the fingers going in and out. The second finger slips in and Mark can hear you moan out more at this rate it was only furling him to continue and add the third finger; your voice becomes slightly louder when your hand covers your mouth to shut it down. He smirks seeing you become so self aware of how you sound so pretty and helpless like a little lamb in the open.
Your body shivers when the ice cube melts on your stomach as he kept pressing on it on the skin. Your lips pull away from his as he looks down at you darkly. “Is it cold?” He slants at you and you could only dumbly nod. Mark smirks. “Good, that’s the point.” His voice lingers as he lifts his hand with an ice cube pushing it to your lips.
You look up at the ice cube and then at him again. “Suck on it.” He orders from you and you couldn’t resist leaning into the cube sucking on it letting it melt on your tongue. He would watch fascinated by the heavenly sight.
Mark stares into you so deep in your eyes refusing to break the minimal eye contact even though he is fingering you so hard to the point your thighs are shaking and hugging side to side with how much he was ramming in you he never once broke away. You couldn’t help but moan as you watch him. He didn’t make you look away at all and if you did he would punish you with a spank to the thighs or to your ass it was unbelievably hot however it made you feel things you did not before. Mark whispers seeing you come close. “That’s right baby keep those eyes on me and come on my fingers Hm? I can feel you throbbing so much around my fingers.” He’d tell you describing every little detail about how your body was round him and you couldn’t believe how arousing it was. You ache jolting a little as you push against his fingers. Mark stops moving them as he saw the juice spewing out and at awe taking them out of you.
He’d lick the remaining juice out of you on his fingers clean off not leaving anything behind. He was staring at you as he did so and you relax there stunned by how he could look so good doing something so dirty? You couldn’t even figure out an answer. It was just a Mark Lee thing. But this wasn’t the end. Mark did not get enough of you and he pushed you down to the side to make you lay down where he forcefully re opens your legs splitting them apart like they were a piece of candy and as he did so his mouth comes to attack you with his tongue on your soaking cunt. He was eating you out and the juices on his tongue tasting so good. It was better than his imagination. It couldn’t compare to his lewdness thoughts. The real deal was the best part.
You weren’t sure how to deal with all this pleasure you couldn’t simple handle all of this but knowing it’s Mark you couldn’t bring the urge to push him away. The pleasure was just something you were hunting down all the time. In disbelief as how fast he was eating you out like he was going through a whole decade of starvation it made you also screaming into your hand. Mark wanted people to hear you however. He wanted you to get caught. He loved the idea of Minhyun coming round and walking in on you with him on your bed knowing it isn’t him. Knowing it’s not his brother. Knowing he got a taste of you it will surely piss his brother off too to see you look so beautiful with him in this rightful moment.
“I… I can’t take it anymore Mark— please— please please can i come?” Your voice was as clueless as a little wren walking around the lonely road. Mark looks up from your wet cunt covering in the saliva and your lubricant ghostly smirking above your clit. Mark’s mouth softly perks up kissing your clit and kissing down again. You shiver at his silent response.
He was taunting you slowly. “Hmm…you can take some more y/n. I know you can. If you can take my brother all night why can’t you take me Hm?” His head tilts so condescendingly at you and your eyes clench tight watering at the pleasure ending just to start again to edge her body into nonexistence. His mind wonders of to you laying down Mark suddenly shifts on the bed seeing how you were pleading for a release. How about he gives you one?
Mark sits on the edge and you look up seeing him pull away suddenly and act as if nothing has happened. He motions you with his finger pointing you up and you sit up slowly coming forward to him. His hand pats his thigh as his dark gaze shines straight at you. “Do you want to cum, Y/n?” His voice strikes you down but you nod in response. Mark hums trailing. “Then ride my thigh and make yourself cum on it.” Mark was making you do the work if you want it so badly.
You felt your skin shiver as you tried to wobble over to his thug pushing your wet pussy on the fabric on his clothes. He was barely dressed but the dry fabric pressing to your womanhood was enough to make you squelch and slowly thrusting your thighs on the area made you want to squeeze Mark’s shoulders down in a heavy way. Mark watches you struggle and he loves the view he was getting just seeing how much you were working for the release. The way your thighs and cunt were grinding on his leg was enough to make him aroused at the sight. You were whimpering all sorts of noises out of your mouth. It made his ears only long for more and more.
He laughs watching you shake already and you only just started riding his thigh. He wraps his hands round your hips pushing it further down to his thigh making you squirm and groan at the sensation of you harshly climaxing on his thigh now bursting out a long streak of water and tears going down your cheeks. “Atta’ girl. Look at you finishing on my thigh so quickly… and you crying…” He carries on darkly chuckling. He was laughing at you, but in such a twisted way you couldn’t help wonder where did the Mark you know was? “You’re such a pretty crier. How about you cry for me some more as i fuck the absolute shit out of you.”
And you did. You were bawling with each thrust in that his thick and wide cock buried deep in you as his body was quenching you underneath hardening and moulding your body into his own temple was just as amazing as the pleasure his cock provided to your womb, ramming and splattering in you widening your spine and back letting your body fall and break into pieces just so he could fix you up and move you like he wants you. He had you in so many different positions in just a few minutes he has you squirming begging for more and more and more; Mark can only give so much and he did give you his all where he had you screaming his name.
Chanting his name more like as if it were a mantra. Mark could only wish he can have this on repeat and recorded forever on. You sigh forward with your soft moans humming about into the bedsheets as Mark had you lift your hips up to go on all fours . Your head was buried deep on the bedsheets and pillows where you can barely breathe but the overwhelming pleasure has you slipping out. “P-Please fill me up Mark. I beg you. I bet you Mark.” You we’re pleading so nicely it was almost tempting. Mark smirks pulling your head up by grabbing handful of your hair lifting you this way so he can whisper into your ears.
One hand was roaming your stomach that you were arching in the all four position. “Yeah you want to be filled? You want me to put a baby inside you? Want me to show everyone how much of a whore you are?” You whimper closing your eyes shut as tears come out. He smirks watching them slip out. “That’s right cry some more. It will make me finish quicker.” He growls throwing your head back on the pillows ramming deep in you leaving your womb feeling a warm stretching sensation.
It continues until a liquid was speedily put inside you at a sudden rate leaving you stunned at how good it felt to have Mark finish deep within you letting a string of his come stay in you as he did for a while. He pants heavily as his hands press down on your back. He helps you turn around where he grabs your neck gently but kissing you so roughly speaking against your swollen lips. “Guess who was hearing us behind the door all this time…?”
You couldn’t believe your ears at first until Mark stares straight ahead of you and your eyes widen at the sight. Mark pulls the phone outta the pocket of his jeans scattering on the floor where you stare at the contact name ‘Lee Minhyun’ on the screen phone. Your gaze turns back to the door seeing a shadow outside the dorm door.
“You… called him over on your phone…”
Mark smirks back at you. “That’s right. This will show him who you truly love and belong to.”
He turns around pointing at the crimson lace that you wore before. “Oh by the way… you should wear this Crimson Lace more often. It suits you.”
NCT SMUT FICS.
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reading through the main story again and man now i have some thoughts™ about Dante & their characterization
in canto 3 when they were talking to Vergilius near the beginning, he referred to pre-clock Dante as a “bigwig”. and when they were being attacked in the prologue, lion said something about not getting a second chance to kill someone of this caliber. so. it’s obvious they used to be someone important
they were probably mean!! an asshole!!! i wouldn’t be surprised, with what Faust said in canto 4 about wondering how they would react once they had their memories back, after they told the sinners to suppress the brazen bull
also these lines, when they were talking to Lion, Wolf, and Panther in the prologue:
“You dare… interrupt me just as I was engraving the ■■■■■■… You must be out of your…”
“Kngh… Just wait ‘til I get the ■■■■■■… You’ll be no match for my…”
makes them sound kind of full of themselves. VERY confident in whatever plan is being enacted here. they’re hot shit and they know it
this city is Fucked Up and i’m sure, regardless of what kind of position Dante had before, they had to climb over a few shoulders to get there
and then post-clock Dante. complete blank slate. they don’t know shit about fuck. the “nurture” of their personality has been wiped clean, free of the city’s influence, all that’s left is the “nature”, who Dante is at their core
and they’re NICE
at the end of canto 3, everyone is dead, Dante themselves is dying, and what they decide to do in what could’ve been their last moments is to comfort Sinclair, to tell him that even if everything that happened was his fault, he shouldn’t beat himself up about it
and then in canto 4 when the sinners are talking about how convenient the healing ampules are, they mention that Dante only heals them after they’ve died. “scared of a little hurting”, as Ryoshu put it. and then when Ishmael gets hit by that decay ampule they’re, understandably, worried about her. everyone standing around talking about how fucked up it all is and they’re the only one who really gives a shit about Ishmael melting to death
Outis is like “Ah, apologies for my negligence, Executive Manager. I failed to consider the suffering you must endure when you turn the clock” and then Dante is like. that’s not what i’m talking about. and the moment Ishmael shows fear they immediately rewind the clock to heal her even though no one’s died yet
anyway. all that to say—i love you, dante. i love you, choosing to be kind. i love you, inherent kindness of human beings
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Steve, Gareth and Chrissy are cousins AU (sad edition) [prologue] [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Final Part]
"Oh Boom!" Steve cheers, stepping though the plants, "Bada bing, bada boom! There she is, Henderson. Skull Rock. In your face, man. In your stupid, cocky little face."
"Doesn't make sense," Dustin mutters, following after him.
"Yeah, yeah. Even with it staring you in the face, you can't admit it. Can't admit you're wrong, you butthead," Steve says, one hand on his hip as he looks up at Skull Rock.
"I concur," Eddie's voice is preceded by the thump of his landing, which causes Steve and Dustin to turn around to, "You, Dustin Henderson, are a total butthead."
"You son of a bitch!" a different, familiar voice shouts, and Steve watches, to his increasing horror, as Gareth rounds the rock Eddie just jumped off and beelines for Steve. He's too shocked to do anything other than watch as Gareth plants his palms to Steve's chest and shoves.
Steve goes down hard, arms pinwheeling. He hears several people call his name but the white noise his brain is generating has blocked out everything except Gareth. Gareth, who stands before him, chest heaving in his anger, hand back to his sides and fists clenched.
"Where were you!?" Gareth screams at him, and Steve can see tears threatening to fall. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"Excuse me, but who are you?" Robin asks, stepping forward and into Steve's periphery. The white noise quiets just a bit as he watches Robin whip to Eddie. "Who is he?"
Eddie says something back, but Steve doesn't fully hear it before Gareth has taken a step forward, closer, pulling all his attention again and Gareth asks again, quietly, "Where were you?"
Steve swallows, looking Gareth up and down. He's dirty, much like Eddie, and not wearing shoes. Why isn't he wearing shoes? What happened to them? He looks back up to Gareth's face. To the anger he can see, is sure everyone else can see, too. But, also, to the sorrow, the fear, the hurt underneath it all. Steve opens his mouth, a thousand questions on his tongue. Where are your shoes? How did you get here? When? I tried to keep you out of this, I wanted to keep you out of this. Why are you here? But, instead, what comes out is, "I'm sorry."
Those words seem to break Gareth. A choked off sob rips from his throat and he drops to his knees, curling in on himself. Steve, always protective, moves to comfort him at the same time as Eddie does but Eddie beats him there, kneeling down to be at Gareth's side, concern etched in every line of him. Eddie places a hand on Gareth's back, near his shoulder, rubbing small, soothing circles there.
It makes something squeeze deep inside of him, to see Eddie caring for Gareth so much, even as Eddie is now glaring at Steve in defense of whatever slight he thinks Steve has caused. Or maybe he knows. Maybe Gareth told him. Told him how Steve is the worst cousin in the world, failed to protect Chrissy. Failed Gareth, too, since he's here, barefoot in the middle of the goddamn woods instead of safe in his home.
Robin's arm hooking under Steve's own breaks him from his thoughts. He lets Robin help him stand, and watches as Eddie does the same for Gareth, and for a moment, the whole forest is quiet.
But they have Dustin with them, so that doesn't last long. "Can someone explain what the hell is going on? Why's Gareth here?"
Steve doesn't even have it in himself to scold Dustin for his language.
Eddie and Gareth exchange looks, a silent communication so like how he is with Robin that it gut-punches him, and then Eddie says, "it's, uhh, quite a story."
"Start telling it, then," Nancy says gently but still with her usual no nonsense undertone.
They get a story told by both. When Eddie pauses, Gareth picks up the tale, and the vice versa. When Gareth gets choked with emotion, such as explaining that Chrissy is his cousin, Eddie takes over and explains. He says nothing about Steve, doesn't even imply he knows more, so... maybe Gareth hasn't told him Steve is also his cousin?
Then they talk about Patrick and Nancy wants to know the time, and soon it's back to dealing with the Upside Down. Something's up with Dustin's compass they have to go investigate now, and Steve thinks everyone's forgotten the weird tension of Gareth shoving him down and demanding to know where he's been.
Everyone but Robin, it seems, who hangs back to ask about it as they follow Dustin and his broken compass.
"So, how do you know Gareth?" Robin asks, uncertain.
Steve frowns at the back of Gareth's head, where he walks ahead with Dustin and Eddie. "He's my cousin."
"Oh!" Robin's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, looking from Gareth to Steve, as if she can spot a family resemblance from the back of Gareth's head. "How did I not know that?"
"Gareth asked to pretend we weren't related when he started high school," Steve shrugs. "Was afraid it would ruin his 'street cred'."
"What a nerd."
"Right?" Steve chuckles at that and they walk in silence for a bit longer before Robin gasps like she's dying. A realization.
"Steve," she breaths out, a hand flying out to grab onto Steve's shoulder in an almost painful grip. He's so glad she's keeping quiet, as she whispers, "was Chrissy your cousin, too?"
Steve swallows and nods.
"Steve, I-"
"No. Not now. Not the time," Steve cuts her off, prying his hand from her arm. "Please, Robbie. I can't think about that now. Please."
Robin doesn't look happy about the development but she gives a nod, swallowing around the lump in her throat now.
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One of Us is Guilty; Epilogue (Part 1)
Cater is missing and Vil, Azul, Silver & Jade are now remaining. Will they find Cater? Will they catch Rook? Will they survive the night?
Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Azul Ashengrotto, Silver, Jade
Content; Murder mystery, revealing some clues
Content Warnings; Dead bodies, kidnapping (dead dove content)
Word Count; 1.2 K
Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)
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Rook was gone, and so was Cater. They should have felt relieved that the killer had been found, but now, he was missing, and he had taken Cater with him.
Vil clenched his jaw, and his nails were digging so hard into his skin that he nearly drew blood, nearly. Even though he can be strange, Rook wouldn’t do something like this… it’s against his own code; he would own up to it, not hide it. “Is everyone okay?” Obviously not, but still, checking in can help.
Out of everyone, Jade looked the least panicked, but Vil could read him well enough to know that this situation disturbed him greatly. Silver was shaking a bit, not from anger, but rather, grief. And then there was Azul, who was pacing and muttering to himself; of how this could happen, to possible motives. And Vil? He was hurt — not physically, but emotionally — since he knew Rook the most, but knew that whatever was happening, was not the real Rook.
“No,” Silver spoke up, eyes meeting Vil’s. “But there isn’t time to waste, for all we know, Cater cou- is still alive. And we shouldn’t waste time, the sooner we find him, the better the outcome is.”
Vil nodded, “I agree, and I want you all to stay behind me.” Just in case. But he didn’t say that. Vil was the eldest of their remaining group, and he saw it as his duty to protect his juniors… even against his own friend and vice-house warden.
Jade looked at Vil, and could tell that the Pomefiore house warden was willing to protect them. “And what about your safety?”
“… I trust that you all know offensive and defensive magic enough to where you won’t hit me by accident,” was his answer. Vil knew the risk, but the more that he ruminated on all that had happened tonight, the more he was sure about what they were going to do. “We’re going to the teacher’s lounge.”
Azul stopped pacing, turning his eyes to Vil, trying to get a read on him. “Is that really the best idea,” he questioned. “The last time we moved rooms–”
“I know what happened!” Vil hissed, before taking a breath and calming himself down. “My apologies,” he sighed, “but we can either try and solve this and try to get Cater back or we can stay here like sitting ducks. And trust me; Rook is quite the marksman.”
Azul backed down, “Sorry.” But he still felt uneasy, as if there were eyes watching him still, even though the guilty party was now known. “May I ask why the teacher’s lounge though?”
Vil opened the door out to the hall, “Even if Rook isn’t there, and it isn’t the room where the original murder took place, there could still be clues about why this whole ordeal happened, and how.”
Silver stood beside Vil, and matched his stride; if Vil was willing to risk his own safety to keep them safe, he was going to make sure to guard him, to put his training to use. He may not have a sword, but if it came to it, Silver would not hesitate to use his magic, or his body, to protect the others, even if he had to use said magic against a fellow classmate. 
Jade brought up the rear since he trusted his own keen senses and his magical capabilities; the ocean made him acutely aware of his surroundings after all, and he wouldn’t have made it this far without them. “The professors do sometimes make notes about student behaviour, so that could bring up some new information,” he hummed.
“Professor Trein would probably keep the best notes,” Silver offered quietly. “So… should we just read them without his permission?”
“I don’t see any other option. It’s better to ask for forgiveness in this situation rather than each of us…” end up dead “find ourselves in a difficult situation,” Vil answered, finding himself in front of the door all too soon.
Azul, despite being in the centre of everyone, still felt uneasy. Still felt eyes watching him. “Difficult how? Dead? Perhaps tortured? Made to watch as the rest of us are picked off like bait fish to a shark’s kill–” He stopped himself, forcing himself to take in a deep breath. Have I been holding my breath? “… do you think we’ll find anything of use?”
Vil opened the door, “I guess we’ll find out eventually.”
Silver, Azul, and Jade followed after him.
“I find that Mr. Hunt has been acting lacklustre in class. He told me that everything was fine, but after talking to Divus, it has come to my attention that Mr. Hunt could have been in contact with an expired potion,” Vil read Trein’s notes. “Other than this though, he seems to be doing well… but he is far too good at masking his true emotions, so I can’t help but worry.”
“Did Professor Trein mention what the potion is,” Azul spoke up. If anyone could figure out the side effects of an expired potion, it would be Azul and Vil.
Vil looked over the note, “No…” But his eyes widened as he got an idea. As much as he hated it, it could be their only lead. “But someone does. Come with me.”
He marched back down the hall, Silver on his right, with Azul and Jade keeping up behind him. They were going back to the main hall, where all three of the bodies were.
“You must be joking,” Jade huffed, looking at Vil, avoiding looking at the bodies of Headmage Crowley, the Ramshackle Prefect, and Professor Crewel. “You know reanimation–”
“It isn’t reanimation magic, I would never dream of doing something so… dark.” Vil brought out his pen, and he walked over to Divus’ body, kneeling down beside him. “Bring memories back,” he whispered, staring into the glassy, dead, eyes of Professor Crewel.
The others shuffled as the memories of the past week started to play out around them; from the professor having his morning coffee, to him sighing over papers. 
“Show us Rook,” Vil demanded. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Even though this wasn’t as taboo as reanimation, looking into the memories of the deceased was still considered a violation… but they had very few choices, so in comparison to what else had occurred that night, this transgression was far less important in the grand scheme of things.
The memories flashed until they showed Rook in class, three days ago. He was talking animatedly to his alchemy partner as he reached for an ingredient, but his hand bumped into a glass vial, making it crash onto the ground, covering him in the contents.
Vil paused the memory and examined the vial. “Azul,” he called, beckoning him forward. He gave him a look, and Azul looked at the vial. Vil wanted to make sure that he was actually seeing this. That he wasn’t wrong.
“A love potion? An expired love potion?” Azul huffed, wracking his brain for the side effects. “Lacklustre behaviour… obsession…” He muttered to himself. 
Vil stopped the spell, knowing that if he lingered, it could risk blot accumulating. “It makes sense… the hunter of love,” he sighed, pinching his nose. “But this, this is…”
“AZUL!” Silver shouted.
Vil turned around, but he was too late.
Azul was gone, and his glasses were broken on the ground, the glass shattered. He didn’t even have the chance to make a sound.
“You chose the wrong room!~” Rook’s voice hummed merrily on the PA system.
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SUSPECTS:
- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) DECEASED - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) MURDERER - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) MISSING - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach) MISSING
ROOMS:
- Main hall (eliminated in Chapter 2) - Teachers’ lounge (eliminated in Epilogue (Part 1)) - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab (eliminated in Chapter 3) - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)
WEAPON: MAGIC (found in Chapter 2)
TO BE CONTINUED!
Author's Note; The last vote ended in a tie which included the correct room where the murder took place, so Chapter 5 will be a continuation of this. It just felt natural to end it here for this chapter to build suspense!
So congrats!!! Just need to sit for a bit and decide how to wrap things up! And since you guys did technically get the room, there won't be a poll this time; just putting the next part in a new chapter.
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Pretty like a crime
Chapter 6
Pairing: Agent Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Singlemom! Agent Y/n 'Cobra' Y/l/n
Summary: Cobra is finally back on the agency and is finally back in the job. With Kai at home she has to jumble being a mother and a agent. She's sent to her first U.C mission but never thought that she would meet a blonde, green eyed Texan...
Warning: Mentions of gun use, ptsd, mentions of death, mentions of shooting, flirting, mentions of abuse, description of dead body, death, blood, undercover work, alcohol use, smut, kissing
Prologue/ Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3/ Part 4/ Part 5
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"Oh who is she?" You ask one of three of your brothers in-law. It was his own engagement party but the most lively thing here was the alcohol.
This place was full of snobs and people from the news. A Chevalier getting married is a big deal and you remember it quite well.
"She's dad's new lawyer or something." Joris spat each word out in hatred. She didn't seem bad, she seemed quite sweet, honestly.
Joris never accepts people well, it was a quite long bit till he started to warm up to you. This was his party after all so I guess unwanted guests from his point of view were annoying.
"Well Matt sadly can't defend you a lot or me either." There was some stupid rule that if there was a law case you couldn't interact with it if it involves a family member or relation but Matthew is still your parents lawyer due to prior signed contracts.
"I don't like her already," Joris snarled with his nostrils flaring as he put on his sunglasses. Anger issues is the definition of this man, mad as hell. You wrap your arm around his shoulder and whisper in his ear. "Truly I don't either."
He smiles at you while whispering back, "Well, at least we're on the same page of action."
Getting trusted by the Chevalier family was quite impossible if you were a total outsider. Your family knew them through business which quickly led you into Etienne's circle of trust but with this chick it will be different.
"Just play you like her, I'll do the rest." That's the last thing he tells you before he wanders into the crowd. What did you get yourself into…
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"He's over there," Jake whispers to you as the two of you sit in two red velvety seats in the top private room of the opera. The guy you need is right there in front of you looking back and taking a glance at you. He knows who the two of you are, or at least your undercover characters.
"He's looking at us," Jake mumbles into your neck as you look into those clear green eyes. "I'm going to sit in your lap and whatever you need to tell me, kiss it into me." Usually you'd never say this but the two of you are pretending to be a sex full couple and right now, it was not giving what it was meant to be giving.
You get up from your seat and swing your leg over Jake's sitting figure so that when you sink down you're facing Jake this time. The second you lower yourself, Jake begins to attack your neck with kisses and love bites.
You let out a groan… That wasn't supposed to happen, your full focus was meant to be on the outcome of this mission but yet Jake's delicate lips upon your skin played a quite different role in this game.
"How do we act," Jake asks you while licking up your neck as you put your lips to his. So passionate and full of emotion. You didn't know what has got into you. Since you were a young child, when brought to the opera you could always fall asleep, let here you were so alive and awake.
"The longer we sit it's not gonna work on him, full contact straight away," you respond. You sink into his lap more though. You've melted into Jake's touch, it was like free sailing on an ocean free from storm so mesmerized in the moment that you didn't notice the time passing and that the guy you needed was tapping you on the shoulder.
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"Y/N, stop moving your head," Anne laughed as you cocked your head from side to side. For a thirteen year old, you sure were stubborn. Tonight, your parents are holding an annual gala which means you had to be prepared like a jewel for the show.
"But I don't want some hair due," you groan, slouching your shoulders in the chair. Anne had patients with you, for all you were just a kid but she understands that you don't like the whole concept of being rich and looking it.
"You know, kiddo. Once you get there, you'll be so mesmerized in the moment you won't notice it pass, trust me there."
"Sir, Adanson," you say turning around in Jake's lap. You see this undercover wasn't a act like this was some sort of Shakespeare play but a game where the second he turns to you you blow of his damn head.
For years you've been hunting this man down and have been getting nowhere. For years you've chased after him, through continents, countries, capitals, towns and cities but all it took was to lure him into your reach and distract him with a inexistent personality.
"You have a lot of balls coming down here," Jake comments, tilting his head to the left as Adanson stares at him in disbelief. Nobody speaks to a man like that in such a way that he was standing his ground in his face that Jake was a different man with no threat on his life.
"Pardon?" Adanson asked in disbelief. No one ever tried to talk to him in such way, nobody ever wanted to mess with such man, let here the two of you where.
"You have no balls, walking up to two gods and thinking some manners are a shit that can protect you," you snap as the standing man growls at you, you were getting on his nerves. As you were planning to.
"Do you know who your talking to?" Wow, he thinks that kind of speech will scare you? A speech about a snob kissing his own damn ass.
"Oh, yes I do and I don't care."
With that you give your signal to Jake which represents the start of the fight. You pull out your gun and aim it directly at two of men. Jake throws himself at which causes you to be left with the sidemen.
"So we meet again." One of then howls at you. You've caught many men over the years so recognising these was impossible. You try to shoot him but he grabs your wrist, spinning you, causing you to scream horror in pain.
He swung you round, throwing you against the wall as you hit of one of the carved pillars. Damn the world is spinning or at least it's messed up, because now you see three of the same man rather than one.
You have very little energy but once the world stops spinning it's when you'll manage to get up straight. He wants the satisfaction, the pain of you getting back up since he doesn't attack but instead he waits, which gives you an advantage.
You run at him, the jump you take would most likely be compared to a leprechauns, and kick the bodyguard straight into the king's jewels where the sun doesn't shine. To this he hurls over and groans. You don't hesitate like he did to you, you ram him with your fists as he kept going backwards until he reaches the railing to which you respond, "Bon voyage!" As he falls to his death.
"Whose next boys?"
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"Mr. Adanson, you in this case have NO right to a lawyer or to remain silent. Each question asked will b answered and no proper trial shall be held. The evidence of all your crimes is here and your name is written all over it, have a nice time behind bars."
You don't know who that officer was saying all those words, but you loved the guy, putting Adanson in his place was your dream for years now. Finally fighting out the justice and beating the hell outta that guy as well.
Jake wraps his arm around you as the sight is full of police and Agents. His touch is comfort, which you lean into with a smile as he says, "Let's go to the hotel, I think we both have enough for one messed up night."
You two turn, still with each others touch. The things you did together this night will never be forgotten by either. You sat in his lap and let him place his lips upon your body, wherever he wished. That will never be forgotten.
Even though both of you had enough for one night, the evening was still quite young.
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"Come on, you guys really believe she should be trusted! We don't know the whore!" Joris shouts out quite frustrated. This was probably one of the dumbest things to possibly do, meet up without Etienne and Pene. If either find out you all might as well leave the planet.
"Joris, why the hell do you always judge people before you know them," Matthew sighs back into his chair looking at his younger brother Romain to help him in this unwinnable arguement. Usually he'd look at you to help him out since Joris trusts you a slightly listens but while they sit at the table, you stand staring out the big glass window looking down upon the big sea at view.
"Matt! The bitch appeared a week ago and now apparently she's in his 'circle of trust'!" I mean you could sorta understand the frustration that Joris had. You guys had no clue where Olivia came from but her backstory did check out so that at least could be slightly trusted but the rest, it could all be faked.
"Y/n, can't your Justin or whatever his name is friend, help us out?" Matthew rolled his eyes at that. He despised Justin more than anything. He hated his guts, name style, EVERYTHING. Technically to you Justin wasn't even a friend anymore, he stopped being that a long time back, now he's just an acquaintance. You turn around and stare at the three brothers out of four quite intensely, truly you were flaming at his idea.
"There is NO way on god's green earth that you'll drag me down into this. I've done things to people that I should be long hung for, for this family. You guys are lucky that. I even agreed to coming because once Etienne finds out we'll already be dead."
Romain finally speaks up and announces, "She's right. Let's give her a shot."
You knew you couldn't call in your car or in the house where the family was so you had to go out, out as far as possible. You go down to the beach to call her and once you do you only leave on message, "Olivia, they're onto you."
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You always told yourself that adults do things that they regret but this now is not one of those situations
Jake unlocks the door, closes it, and places his items on the kitchen counter before approaching you two. As he scoops you up, he starts kissing you and forcing you to wrap your legs around his body. You can feel his delicate tongue pleading for admittance, which you allow. The kiss was ravenous, and even though he probed every corner of your mouth, it was insufficient.
He drags you into the master bedroom and lays you on the bed, then removes all of his belongings. Looking at his physique made you wetter; he had a mysterious effect on you.
After that, he lowers himself and kisses your jawline, neck, and chest. You groan at the slightest brush of his soft lips against your skin. He aids you in removing your garments, leaving you just in your pants, which he then removes.
He started sucking on your sensitive nipples. Swirling his tongue and blowing air on them, he knew it would drive you insane, arching your back and making you moan out in agony as your desire for him was unbearable. "Jake hurry" you say getting impatient, "how bad do you need me" he declares in a raspy voice looking towards you from smothering your chest.
"Really bad, Jakey," you remark once again, leaning your back to him. He hovers above you, holding his erect member and rubs it against your highly wet region, causing you to gasp. He begins to put it in with gentle strokes. Before he eventually says it all, you let out small whispers.
As you hold his arms, he places the top of his head against the curve of your neck. Returning to your lips, he runs his hand up your thighs, stroking the aching area. You arch your back in want for him as you feel yourself becoming moist. You grab hold of his hair as he starts sucking on your stiff nipples.
He groans with pleasure as he swirls the tip of his tongue around you. He kicks your pants to the side, inserting a pair of fingers and pounding in and out.
You whimpered and bit your bottom lip. He lifts his head to your ear and whispers, "I love to hear your purrs," in a deep rich voice that sends shivers down your spine. He pulls his two fingers out of you and licks the come off his fingers. "You taste heavenly," he adds, his eyes blazing with passion. You felt yourself on his tongue after slamming his lips into yours.
"Fuck me please," you beg, barely breaking free from the kiss, as he pulls you off the sink and flips you around, bending you over on the bathroom counter. Pulling his trousers down, he reveals his firm member. He teases you by rubbing it on your soaking wet area before carefully applying it. You moan with delight as he fully invests himself in you. He begins with small strokes and gradually increases his pace.
"Holy Shit, fuck," you gasp, as he rubs your throbbing area with his left hand and pounds you from behind. He takes his right hand and wraps it over your neck, allowing you to arch your back little more. As his strokes increase quicker and harder, your moans become uncontrollable.
You can only blurt out "I'm gonna cum" between moans. He pounds you harder while softly tightening his grasp on your neck, never missing your g-spot. As you get closer to your climax, your walls tighten.
You give out a loud gasp as you approach your peak, prompting him to halt his strokes. He unlocks your throat and emerges from within you. He turns you around and gently kisses you.
Guess he finally worked the charm.
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A/N: So I finally rewatched the pilot and realized that the extermination happened before the interview Charlie did 🤦‍♀️ BUT! I’m just going to roll with it being set up my way because it’s honestly not a huge factor imo. Anyway, here’s chapter 2!
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8
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Chapter 2
Deal With the Devil
It had been 2 days since the annual extermination, and Madame C and Nia were taking the final calls confirming their clients were all accounted for. It had been close with a few of the more reckless sinners, but thankfully, only a couple of scrapes and bruises had been reported. The real scare had been the inane turf-war on the west side that resulted in a hell hound being put out of work for at least a month. He had been new and inexperienced and made a stupid mistake, resulting in Madame C having to reorganize her roster to cover for his absence. White gloved hands dragged down her shadowed face, the stress from the last few days, and her upcoming meeting with the king of hell himself had made for a headache that pulsed behind her eyes. Nia could feel her boss’s frustration practically rolling off of her, but the she-wolf just focused harder on doing the final check-in.
“Fiona and Gus are good - their charge is accounted for with no issues. And that was the last client we needed to account for! No sinners lost this year, so everyone will get a 1% increase on their next renewal and we all get our bonuses! Yes! I’ve been looking forward to this, got a new bike I’ve had my eyes on for a while now.” Nia began to ramble on about the specs of the motorcycle she hoped to buy as Madame C relaxed back into her chair and watched the she-wolf become more and more animated.
The shadow demon was glad her assistant had found a bright side; Madame C hated any hiccups on extermination days, but at least this year was minor and she could now place her focus on her meeting with Lucifer tomorrow. Time had flown these last few days, her nerves becoming more frazzled as the meeting grew closer. If Lucifer couldn’t help her, at least then she’d know her only hope would be God which meant being voiceless would be forever; but if he just wouldn’t help… well, she’d rather not think of how she’d respond.
Nia closed her notebook loudly startling Madame C out of her thoughts, “Welp, that’s it for all this, boss! I think we’re done for today, a little early too. Should give you plenty of time to prepare whatever speech you plan on giving tomorrow since we both know you probably won’t sleep!” The she-wolf gave a wry grin to her boss, the woman barely slept as it was, it was no doubt her current state of mind had left her unable to rest.
*I’ve had a speech planned for almost 300 years, I’m over-thinking it at this point,” a small grin from Madame C as she paused her hands for a moment. *I do agree, we should stop for today. An early night may help me get some sleep.*
“Can’t argue with the boss! An early night sounds fucking great, I’ve got a couple sleeping pills from Sloth I’ve been dying to try. Don’t worry, though, I won’t be late tomorrow!” During her talk, Nia had gathered her purse and begun heading towards the office doors. Before exiting she looked back at Madame C one last time, “Try to get a little sleep, okay? I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna need all the energy you can get.” And then the hell hound was gone, leaving the shadow demon to gather the rest of the papers on the desk before heading to the file room.
After placing the files in their proper spots and grabbing an energy bar from the kitchen, Madame C headed to the basement where a small gym had been installed as a perk for her employees. And at the very back of the room stood a door only she had a key for, her private studio. After living in hell as long as she had, the shadow demon’s home had been destroyed and rebuilt more times than she cared to remember. This room had stood the test of time, though, and now stood at the base of her building in Pentagram City, protected on all sides by thick concrete and other rooms beyond that. It was the only room Madame C lifted her shadows, besides her room and the curtains were always closed in there.
Locking the door behind her, the woman lifted he cloak of darkness before looking around at her personal sanctuary. The room was fairly plain, mats lined half of the floor for when she wanted to work out, the other half was wood with a small rack of weights, a rolled up yoga mat, a couple bo staffs, and a large mirror that took up most of the wall. Madame C began stretching her arms while looking in the mirror; without her shadows, she was reminded of how human she still looked. Her father had pushed her down here when she had just turned 17 and she had only aged a few years since now looking at most in her mid 20s. Her slow aging was the only perk she was happy to have inherited from her father. She had her mother’s upturned nose, green eyes she was told were her grandmother’s accompanied by dark circles that seemed permanent at this point, and was just over 5 feet tall. Her brown hair was still unruly, now reaching the middle of her shoulder blades. She hated it, her mother’s family all had light blonde hair, but brown hair was entirely her father’s contribution. Thankfully, the only other thing she got from her father were her wings that she always kept tightly pressed to her back.
Tying her hair back and removing her dress to reveal workout shorts and a sports bra, the young woman began to stretch eager to burn off some nervous energy.
~The next day~
Madame C and Nia stood on Lucifer’s doorstep having just knocked on the ornate door. “This place is kinda not as bad as I expected. Figured the king of Hell would have a fancier place, honestly. Not that this isn’t! It’s just, ya know, not what I imagined, that’s all. Also, like how long does it take for someone to op-“ the she-wolf’s nervous rambling was cut off as an imp opened the door before inviting the two women in. He led them up a set of stairs and down a couple hallways before stopping outside of a simple door. He knocked twice before opening it and letting Nia and her boss inside then bowed as he closed the door and left.
The walls were covered in portraits and photos of the royal family and the sins. Nia and Madame C glanced around taking all of them in as well as the desk and large chair sat in front of a floor length window with the curtains drawn closed. In the chair sat Lucifer, his head propped up on one fist while his other hand twirled a pen, boredom clear on his face. Madame C knew of the kings dislike for sinners so she hadn’t expected him to be excited, but his expression set her nerves alight all over again.
“Come, sit. Charlie said this was important, so tell me what it is you need and I’ll decide if it’s something I want to do,” Lucifer droned. His eyes appraised each woman, brows drawing together slightly at seeing one entirely cloaked in darkness.
Nia made it to her seat first with Madame C close behind. After settling, they looked at each other and Madame C began to sign while Nia interpreted. *I am known as Madame C amongst the sinners, you may just call me C if you like. I don’t know what your daughter has told you but I am here to ask if you know of a spell that could break a seal placed by a powerful man. He sealed half of my soul and my voice when I arrived in hell so that I would never be able to reveal his transgressions.* They had rehearsed this part on the drive here, but the demon’s hands still shook lightly, her chest already beginning to constrict from the seal. The two women watched as Lucifer rested his elbows on his desk and placed his chin on his clasped hands. He was staring Madame C down, searching for something, but the demon didn’t know what.
He seemed to have found what it was as he opened his mouth, a resolve clear on his face, “You’re hiding some pretty important details. Either tell me everything, or I won’t even consider helping.” A scowl was set on his face now, and the female demon knew she had no choice but to reveal all of her cards.
Nia reached over to grasp one white gloved hand to show her support. Slowly, the shadowy veil lifted from Madame C to reveal her true form covered in a knee-length, long-sleeved black dress with her hair tied back neatly into a bun, a couple pieces framing her face. She averted her green eyes to the floor, not ready to see anyone’s reaction to her.
Taking a slow deep breath, she began to sign again, *I was 17 when my father found me…*
~Flashback~
Year 1470
She could barely catch her breath, the man- no, the angel was faster than anyone she had ever ran from and he had finally cornered her. She stared at him in fear, wishing she had had more time to train her newfound wings, maybe then she could have escaped him. His eyes were furious, a scowl deep set on his face yet not a hair out of place. Not far behind him she saw a petite woman, another angel judging by her wings, with short white hair catching up as well. Together, their golden eyes held the young girl frozen in place, she knew she was caught.
“Ya know, your mom was a real bitch. What kind of ‘good Christian’ woman seduces an angel? Props to her for actually having you, I guess, but you being alive ain’t really good for my image. Half-breeds aren’t allowed as is, but especially mine? The big-wigs definitely wouldn’t look past that. So unfor-“ Adam was cut off abruptly.
“What are you talking about?! How can you be my father? My mother said my father was a farmer, not an angel. And she would never lie to me! Who even are you?” The girl was yelling by the end, out of breath once again with green eyes wide and confused.
The two angels approached again, the girl toppling back, trying to maintain distance. “Who am I? Bitch, I’m Adam! THE first man, the original man! Also, the reason you’ve got those little wings starting to grow out of your back there, but that doesn’t matter. I’m fucking important, and I can’t have a half-breed ruining what I’ve got up in heaven. Sooo, Lute, you wanna take over?” Adam held his hand toward the other angel now know as Lute as a sadistic grin came over her face.
“We’re going to send you to hell where you belong. And we’re going to make sure you never tell another soul anything. Ever. Again!” Lute grabbed the girl by her shirt collar, lifting her off the ground and closer to her face. “Maybe, if you’re lucky, your whore mommy will still be down there. She probably died again, though, so don’t get your hopes up,” Lute’s grin was sadistic, showing no remorse.
A portal opened under them, Lute flying in, still holding Adam’s daughter with Adam close behind. They landed in a barren area of the pride ring on the outskirts of the growing Pentagram City, the white-haired angel throwing their captive to the hard ground. Adam pulls a book out of his white robes and flips straight to an ear-marked page. His eyes scanned the page, head nodding as he read it over, “Alrighty, just need to draw this thing on your chest - Lute, you mind ripping this shit?” Adam motioned to the young girl’s chest covered by a high necked dress. Lute complied immediately, the girl barely fighting, still in shock by everything happening. “Cool! Now, I just do a little this, and that… What’d you say your name was again? Need that for the seal,” he stared expectantly.
“C-Caelwen. But please-“
Adam didn’t give her a chance to finish before he pushed her back into the ground and motioned Lute to hold her shoulders down. “Listen, kid, I can’t have this reaching heaven. I’ve got a great gig up there, and you’re not gonna ruin it. And I can’t exactly kill you, so this will have to do. Just stay still and let me finish this shit so Lute and I can get the fuck out of here, okay?” Adam didn’t give her a chance to talk again, pricking his finger to add a drop of his blood to the seal he had drawn on her chest. He mumbled a few strange words and suddenly Caelwen felt a fiery heat surround her that began to rapidly squeeze her. It felt like it cut through her body before clenching around her heart. She tried to scream, but nothing came out.
After a couple minutes, the heat settled to a dull burn, and the girl looked to where her two captors stood watching her to make sure their plan had worked. She tried to ask what they had done, but again, nothing came out. Over and over, she tried screaming, yelling, crying, yet nothing escaped her. The angels looked down at her, grins nearly splitting their faces, it had worked.
“Listen, I hate to split before we can bond or whatever, kid, but I’ve got some important shit to take care of in heaven. So, get comfy. You’ll be spending the rest of your life here, unable to ever tell a soul what happened without killing yourself.” Adam’s aura had darkened, making the girl cower further into the ground. “Don’t worry, though! I’m sure a little demon will be along soon to kill you. Have fun!” With that, Lute and Adam flew off into a new portal leaving Caelwen on her own, her dress ripped, and a seal burned into her chest that was fading quickly. Everything hit her all at once, and she dissolved into sobs, wishing she could have stopped them somehow.
~End Flashback~
Madame C, Caelwen, clutched a hand to her chest, doubling over as tears threatened to fall. Her chest burned, and she was shaking, trying to hold in the pain she felt. She could only think it felt like having her heart ripped out with a hand consumed by fire. Nia reached out for her boss, distraught to see her boss in so much pain. Caelwen shakily waved her off, doing her best to sit back up and look towards Lucifer. She was taken aback at the man in front of her, unsure of how to take his response.
Lucifer was seething. He had known heaven wasn’t fond of Nephilim, they had outlawed their creation when the first one was simply proposed and any that were created had their souls reaped within their first 2 years of life by the angel of death. To know now that one had slipped under their radar just to be thrown into his domain and left for dead by her own heavenly father, he was pissed. Adam was a dick to begin with and now this? All to avoid the consequences of his actions.
Lucifer looked to the Nephilim in front of him, seeing her pained expression, he recalled the last part of her story and reached a clawed hand towards her hoping his abilities could lessen the effects of her seal. Once she seemed to relax slightly, Lucifer relaxed and reigned in his anger, he couldn’t hurt Adam due to their agreement, but he could certainly do his part to make the cocky angel pay. “I can’t say for certain that I have the exact book we’ll need, but I will do everything in my power to help you. Unfortunately, if I don’t have what we need, it’s most likely in heaven and it takes time to get a meeting with them if they’re not interested.” Lucifer reached across his desk for Caelwen’s hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “For tonight, you can sleep here- in a guest room so I can make sure the curse on that seal doesn’t have another wave. And tomorrow, we can start searching the archives. Miss. Nia, you are welcomed to stay as well if you wish. But I do have a decent grasp on sign language if there are other matters you’re needed for?” The king looked between the two women for an answer.
*Go home and rest. Tomorrow you can handle my meeting with Velvette and cancel the others. I’ll call for you if we need you. Thank you. For everything* Caelwen then placed a hand on Nia’s knee, hoping to convey her gratitude the vest she could while still in pain.
Nia grasped her hand in reassurance, “Don’t worry boss lady, I can handle the mutts and assholes while you figure this out.” The she-wolf’s easy grin eased the other girls mind, she knew her assistant could more than handle the office and any bullshit their clients threw their way. Nia rose from her chair and headed towards the door, stopping to wave goodbye to her boss before leaving.
“Let’s get you into a bed so you can rest, okay?” Lucifer’s voice was gentle as he reached for the young girl, noticing her wings peaking out of her dress now that he was above her. Caelwen nodded, looking up at him before placing her hand in his outstretched one. Standing proved difficult as her legs shook and then gave out beneath the Nephilim, with Lucifer quickly scooping her up with a soft ‘I’ve got ya’. Seeing how exhausted the girl was, Lucifer opted to portal to a guest room near his own in case any problems arose during the night. Although it took no time at all, Caelwen was out cold when Lucifer laid her in down in the bed. Seeing her face relaxed in sleep, he could finally take in her features and couldn’t help but notice she certainly inherited the angelic beauty. A clawed hand reached out to brush a stray hair from her face before he quickly shook his head and portaled to his own room, they had a difficult task ahead and he’d need all the sleep he could get.
A/N – I have edited and reread this chapter so many times today. I’m still not completely happy, but if I don’t post it now I’ll scrap it and hate myself later. But, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Chapter 3 probably won’t be out until Saturday because of work, but maybe sooner, we’ll see.
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Back in the prologue, I’m always confused as to whether or not Yuu would be kicked out of NRC after the chandelier incident. I mean, there literally wasn’t anything they could do about what was happening, and tasking them to watch over a monster like Grim might’ve been, who knows, a bit hard for a magicless person. It is true that Crowley didn’t see the events after the fact, but regardless I don’t think there’s much you have to do to put two and two together.
idk or maybe my media literacy is down in the dumps lmao
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I think the wording there is kind of weird (Crowley says he will expel all of them, even though Yuu/Grim aren’t officially enrolled as students at that point in the prologue), but I do believe that Yuu would have been dismissed had they not gotten replacement magestones for the broken chandelier. It also explains why Yuu got involved with getting the magestone anyway; they aren’t attached to Adeuce or Grim this early in the main story, so they likely went along on their fetch quest to save their own ass from being booted out and into a strange world they barely understand.
For Adeuce (and sort of Grim), it’s more the threat of not being able to pursue magic at this prestigious university. For Yuu… well, it’s like Crowley’s evicting them and making them homeless he brought up the idea before Octavinelle made it cool in episode 3/j 😔
Yeah, there wasn’t much Yuu could really do to stop Grim (or any magical creature, for that matter), but I don’t think Crowley cares in the moment?? It’s clear that he’s pretty pissed about the school property being destroyed, regardless of how it happened. When you’re consumed by emotions like that, you won’t care about the details or who started it or any efforts Yuu made to intervene. I get from Crowley’s perspective why he’d punish them all, even if I don’t agree with it on a personal level 🤷‍♀️ (It could also be a situation where since Crowley assigned Yuu as Grim’s caretaker, whatever Grim does gets blamed on Yuu for not controlling him, similar to how a parent may get blamed for the poor behavior of their child or pet.)
The point is to create artificial drama/to raise the stakes to force the characters to act together (and, on a meta level, to dangle the prospect of “oh no, you may not get to attend this cool magic academy after all :((” to the player, even though they know very well it will get resolved anyway). It just comes at the cost of making a plot hole (that being that Yuu and Grim aren’t students yet, so how could Crowley expel them??).
***ADDEDDUM:*** In the light novel, Crowley explicitly tells Yuuya (the light novel Yuu) that “[he] and Grim are also expelled”. I believe this would also extend to other tellingd of the TWST story (ie all the Yuus are threatened with essentially eviction if they don’t replace the destroyed magestones).
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Scary has four memories involving her stepdad's old mirror. Out of the four, she's only looked at her reflection once. Parts: Prologue (Ron & TJ), Memory 1, Memory 2, Memory 3 (here), Memory 4 Warning: Mentioned bullying by classmates (not graphic detail) ---- It's been one week since Scary's eaten breakfast with her mom on a weekday (due to hefty work load). One week of sitting with Terry Junior and trying to not tear up at the sight of the empty chair across from her. Because any tears are a sign of weakness and the chumps at school get bored faster if she pretends she's unbothered by their words and hair yanking when the coach isn't looking. The pitying and sad puppy eyed look of a grown man her mom married is also just as cruel actually. So she has to keep the eye sweat in check. At least she can feel safe complaining about one of those situations. Terry's a softie after all and no matter what she does (or doesn't do), he never gets mad.
By the end of the week, her step...whatever...has not only ramped up his papaganda chatter but is now sitting in her mom's seat. The meal set up neatly on the table is her favorite kind of soup too, paired with a sorry attempt at a folded napkin. Its a bowl of red blood (tomato soup) and the fish that it came from floating on the surface (three-cheese-blend goldfish crackers). She mutters the quietest of thank you's under her breath and enjoys the soup in wonderful, definitely not awkward silence for a few minutes.
A silence soon broken by Terry asking stuff she wishes her mom would be here to ask. Except Terry cannot replace her dad and especially not replace her mom. Shouldn't be sitting across from her with the concerned yet somehow happy look on his face either. She glares in his direction, says a short "no" to him checking on her and asking if she remembered to pack her backpack. She goes back to eating the tasty soup.
After four days of this undeclared war with him, she finally hears him let out a heavy sigh. She smiles into her next spoonful, victorious. It felt nice to be on the other end of a conflict, to be the powerful instigator and not the prey. The silence returns, the two wash their own dishes and then it's off to the car. Scary sets the radio to the latest kidzbop album with her phone app and Terry triple checks everything in the car--especially seat belts and airbag locations before pulling out of the small driveway.
Maybe if Scary looked over to him at any point during the ride, she'd notice the anxiety written all over him. Instead, the teenager is writing poetry and doodling cross bones in her journal until the school drop off point is in front her door. She gets out without a good-bye and pretends it doesn't feel odd that Terry Junior doesn't say anything either. School happens, she has fun in creative writing and then she skips her last two classes to dye her hair in the abandoned girl's bathroom. ...Or she wanted to but she opened up the box, tried to read the complicated directions, got frustrated, and decided she'd try at home tonight instead. It's nice to avoid the mean girls in her gym class though. In the meantime, she changes out her low pony tail for a high and poofy one. She's one of the tallest girls in her grade so the yanking will be much harder with her hair not dangling past her shoulders. No matter what she doesn't want to cut it, since it took so long to get it this length.
At the end of the school day, her mom's black and shiny car pulls up. Scary slips into the passenger's side and is about to turn on her music when her mom speaks up.
"Terry..." "It's Scary, Mom." "Scary, my little grumpy pumpkin, what are those paperclips doing on your ears?" Scary puts her phone on the dashboard and crosses her arms. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe they'd be piercings though if you let me get some already."
---- Veronica Marlowe Stampler sighs but it has a much different vibe than Terry's one from this morning. His sounded like the air slowly flowing out of a popped balloon. Her mom's sigh sounded like one of those cartoon horses breathing out a smoke cloud through their nose as their gear up to sprint. The fingers tapping on the steering wheel as they remain in the school parking lot are like drumrolls before a battle reenactment (she saw one during a history class field trip last month). "We've talked about this so many times. No piercings, no guitar, and no tattoos until you're a bit older. And aren't you going to ask why I'm picking you up today instead of your step-dad?" Scary pouts at the familiar words and looks out the window, avoiding her mom's burning gaze. "Ugh! Can't believe a mother would bully her precious daughter like this--" The girl sputters at the question. She forgot for a second that Terry should have been here. Scary got lost in the fact that her mom was instead (after barely seeing her this week). She turns away from the window and looks at her mom, checking her expression for clues on how serious this might be. Her mom has a few new wrinkles and small gray hairs. Her eyes say "I'm tired" and her straight posture in the seat could mean too many things. Scary is crossing her arms still, but it feels more like she's hugging herself now. "Terry's okay, right? I mean not that I care. But, w-what's going on?" Seems her response is enough to get her mom to relax and move to hold one of her daughter's hands. Scary doesn't stop her but doesn't squeeze her hand either until she gets a response. "Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like that. Terry's not hurt, he's just stuck in traffic. I was trying hard to finish up early today to surprise both of you anyway. Headed over here instead of to the house when I got his call." "Really?" "Really, I promise he's okay. I just...work's been a lot and I had some bad news for clients and maybe I'm carrying that stress into every conversation lately? I'm really sorry about all of this, the nagging, and the missing breakfast stuff too. I'm really messing up this mom stuff lately, huh?" Its not the first time her mom's mentioned stuff like this and Scary gets it. But still doesn't know how to make it all better. She moves to hug her mom instead of responding with words, thinks about demanding Terry be extra nice to her mom later too. They sit in the parking lot like that for another ten minutes, before they head home. Her mom's other car, the one Terry was borrowing, is in the driveway. The house smells like various spices and the dinner is delicious. Scary keeps stealing glances at Terry throughout the meal too, wondering about the traffic thing. Thinking about that one night that she held his hand and he cried even though he'd been mostly gentle and all smiles before. After dinner, her mom volunteers to wash the dishes this time. Both her husband and daughter say they'll take care of it at the same time. She smiles and puts her hands up in surrender, giving Terry a quick kiss and hugging Scary one more time after the girl makes a grossed out face at the parent pda. The dishes are done in silence until Scary interrupts to ask him if he's chill or whatever. He takes a few minutes to say yes, looking intently at the suds on the plates. They meet up at night again, both having woken up past midnight to wander the house quietly. Scary stops in the hall, looking at the chip bags in his hand while he stares right at the hair dye box in her hands. "You didn't see anything, Terry." "Guess I didn't see it and you didn't see the chips either. That's a shame though." Terry pauses in his soft speech to smile and point to the box as he continues talking. "Because I could help you use that, hun. I've dyed my hair with that brand before." ----
So, she ends up sitting in front her step dad's weird floor-length mirror that night, finally looking at her reflection in the glass. Terry's right behind her with a fold-up table. She watches as he gently works to turn part of her dark hair to a bright pink. It makes her feel different, cool, seeing the obvious, self-decided change taking place. The girl looks up at the engraving of Stud on the mirror and smirks at it.
The two talk a little too, the chatter turning into many a heated whisper. Its part of why Terry suggested going into the storage room anyways, so their talking wouldn't wake her mom. They argue quietly about best chip flavors, top 5 kidzbop hits, or about the awful ice skater tier list they both saw online the other day. Scary doesn't ask if he's okay again, because he's amused and lively look in the reflection is enough to convince her. Scary, against all hater urges, is starting to look forward to these nightly truces where maybe having to get used to a step dad doesn't bother her so much.
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thelov3lybookworm · 3 months
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When Shadows Ward Off Darkness (Part 3)
Chapter 3
Prologue Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Making up and New revelations are in order
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A/n: this part is again, a lil boring, if i say so myself, but its picking up, so im happy
next part will be fun to write 😏
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During the whole time Gwyn and Draven had been friends, they had explored hidden and secret places in the kingdom and turned them into their secret haunts, some of them being a dilapidated building, a forest rumoured to be haunted, though Gwyn could not find a single troubled soul other than herself and Draven in that forest.
Unless they were the ghosts people were talking about, then the forest definitely was haunted.
The small strip of land walled off from the rest of the beach was one of their favorite places to spend time at.
The sun nearly singed Gwyn's skin, but she pushed on, determined to get to the beach and take a dip in the cool, calming waters.
All she could do was hope that she didn't encounter him there.
The beach was one of the places where Gwyn found peace, something about the waters calming her soul, and Draven simply followed her around as if he had nothing else to do.
Which, considering he was a prince, checked out.
But her luck had begun being cruel to her lately, and she found him pacing along the cliffside, kicking up sand in his wake, his obnoxious cloak fluttering behind him, and just watching him wear such heavy clothes, Gwyn felt the urge to rip off her own skin, the heat and sweat drowning her more than the sea ever did.
She decided to step forward, and then instantly cursed whatever part of her brain had decided that.
He whipped towards her, his throat bobbing as he swallowed.
"Gwyn."
She ignored him, beelining straight for the water glittering under the harsh sunlight.
"Gwyn! It was not that big of a deal, okay? You are mad as if I killed your cats with a stick." He yelled in frustration, following behind her.
She turned back to him, gaping. "I would stab you to death with the same stick if you killed them. And it was that big of a deal, because now I don't know what was real and what wasn't, Draven." Then something occurred to her. "Is Draven even your name? Or is that another lie?"
He sighed, massaging his forehead. "It is my name. In a way." Before Gwyn could ask the question, he answered. "It's my middle name."
"And what is your actual name?"
"Azriel. Azriel Draven Black."
Gwyn rolled that name around in her head, admitting to herself that it was a beautiful name.
"Will you listen to me now?"
Gwyn lifted her chin, huffing. "You have exactly two minutes."
Draven's- Azriel's- jaw tightened, but he nodded. "Fine. You wanted to know why I didn't tell you I was a prince. It was because I knew you hated royals."
"I still had the right to know who I was becoming friends with."
He gave her a look. "You really want me to believe that you would not have kneed me in the balls the moment I let it slip that I was even distantly related to the King and Queen?"
Fair enough.
"Look Gwyn, I did not ask for this life, and everyday I try my best to be worthy of it."
Gwyn nodded, not knowing what to say.
"Also, I am not a real prince. I was not born in the royal family."
Gwyn's jaw slid to the ground. "You really were picked from the garbage then?"
He blinked, his lips twitching. "Yes, Me and Cassian were, technically, picked from the garbage."
Her cheeks reddened. "Sorry. I did not mean to say that."
He grinned slightly. "Come, I'll tell you more."
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It had been a few days since Gwyn forgave Azriel, and everything was going a little too well.
Something was bound to happen.
That morning, Gwyn found out that she was a half breed.
Half human, half merfolk.
She had been shocked, but not as much as she would expect to be.
She guessed it had something to do with the blood in her veins, how the way her body knew how to move before she did in water, how she knew how to swim before she even knew how to speak properly.
Currently sitting on the dining table opposite her uncle and next to her sister, Gwyn wondered how she had not figured it out earlier.
Catrin squeezed her hand, offering a small smile, and Gwyn knew she was pretending to not be affected by this information so she could be strong for Gwyn. But the disbelief in her eyes and her shaking hands stated otherwise.
"Why are you telling us this now?" Catrin questioned her uncle, who leaned back in his chair, sighing.
"Because according to the laws of the mer people, you and your sister have now come of age, and that means you must visit the queen, your mother, and stay in the kingdom for atleast a year. The queen will then decide if you get to leave."
Gwyn took in that information, her head reeling. "Why have we been living with you then?"
"The merfolk are a people who prefer to have the females in power, the goddess they follow dictating that females are pure and fertile, giving them the gift of life and having them rule justly and in a way good for the people. The males are either brought up by the blessing of the queen, or outcasted. Bearing a male child is a disgrace to the goddess, and despite it being rare that a mal is born, not many mer females like to raise the male child. The children who are removed from the mer society either die, or they are taken in by the mer people that worship the devil and live on the outskirts of the underwater kingdom."
"And how do you know about all this?"
Their uncle gave them a look. "I was one of the few half breeds, since humans are hated by the mer people, despite the half breeds proving to be more useful than a normal mer." He grumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously a lot like fucking mer standards. "Your mother, my distant cousin, sent you two to me to take care of until you were of age."
Until you were of age.
That did not sound like a blessing.
"And now what?" Catrin mumbled, her hand tightening on Gwyn's. Apparently she had come to the same conclusion as Gwyn had.
Their uncle smiled ruefully, standing and turning away to walk into his room. "You will be meeting your mother soon."
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inquisimer · 4 months
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wip wednesday
tagged by @roguelioness (twice!! thank you fren)
I'm slowly rewriting my longfic of Neria's Inquisition arc, so here's a snippet from the chapter I'm adding to capture some of the prologue :3
tagging forward to: @rosella-writes | @plisuu | @blackwallmancer | @fadedsweater | @stonebiscuit
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When she woke next the pain had been contained to small stabs in her palm, except for the occasional burst that sent shock waves of fire up her arm. Bewildered, she stared at the strange magic swirling in her palm as harsh voices clasped her in chains and called out again, for the Nightingale, for the Seeker.
A Seeker.
Neria shuddered as the guards dragged her along dripping stone corridors. Thousands of times stronger than a Templar and the seal of death for whichever mage brought them to the Circle. Powerful enough to enforce discipline on a Knight Commander even, if the circumstances were dire.
What happened? What had she done?
There were holes in her mind that laughed at her when she scrambled for memories that slid through her finger like water. Her terror intensified; if she couldn’t remember how could she keep her footing? How could she stay steadfast? This Seeker, the Chantry—they could say anything about her and without her memories she would have no ground on which to deny them. Not that they were likely to believe her anyway, but certainly no one would if she couldn’t even believe herself.
She sobbed, tripping over the rough stone floors, and it earned her a cuff upside the head from one of her captors.
“Don’t think to try our sympathies, elf,” she snapped. “Were it up to me I’d run you through here and now without any ceremony.”
That only made Neria sob harder, unable to contain herself. Whatever had happened, it seemed they would make her the target of their rage regardless.
They flung her into a cell and locked chains onto the shackles that bound her wrists. The metal was imbued with lyrium—she could taste the cold steel buzz of it on her tongue. It kept her from even reaching for her mana, not that she was eager to try. She remembered little of the brief waves of consciousness before now, but she remembered the nausea and the pain and the helpless cycle of both. No point in putting herself through that when she could hardly get out of this situation by casting.
She would leave this cell in a body bag, most likely. They were clearly past any point where she might mitigate the punishment and anything less would take a miracle. She used to face this sort of reality on the daily, but she’d grown complacent in the years since the Chantry controlled her. Still, the cold resignation was a familiar friend and her sobs faded into steady streams of tears as she doubled over herself on the cold stone floor.
Had they, perhaps, finally drawn the connection between herself and Anders? In theory she’d been affiliated with the Mage Underground at large, but in reality every agent of the network knew that she only worked in tandem with Anders. Though she’d left Kirkwall before his ill-advised protest, Neria was haunted by the thought that some trace, some minute action she’d taken back then would link her to him and she would become a wanted terrorist as well.
She’d covered her tracks well for the last five years, but perhaps this was that moment. It could even be a highlight of the peace talks—not Anders himself, he was too well protected by the Champion. But executing his alleged accomplice would certainly gain the Chantry some traction with both the mages and the Templars.
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chevvy-yates · 5 months
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WIP Wednesday
Been tagged by @morganlefaye79 thx! <3
I tag: @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @itzsassha, @medtech-mara, @therealnightcity, @humberg, @pinkyjulien, @hydrasshole @kharonion and @elvenbeard as always: no pressure!
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No plans atm other than preparing and thinking about sth for Arki as his birthday follows up next. Also promised I'll take some pics of Enzo and Jay as i couldn't make it in time for Enzo's bday. So I don't have much to add other than what I sneak-peaked last week that will be posted when I feel ready to push the button in my drafts (some pics are already months old again …). All other VP ideas are on hold as I still would liketo play the game a bit longer and only do random pics in between — but I need to solve first my problem I have with Thyjs' save data that is crashing when wanting to watch the deathshead BD in Judy's van. I want to look into it on the weekend because before I hop back into my bigger VP ideas I plan to get every oc into Phantom Liberty start and have them skilled a bit because that also motivates me to actually play the game from time to time and helps me to describe their fight style in the rp story. If I can't solve it I'll try Vijay next and see if he crashes too at the same point or not as I remember he's not far away from the Scav mission either. Then last I can try is Jay but he needs to get through the entire prologue first which will take me a weekend as well.
FIC/STORY/RP
Once I get Vijay's npv, @nervouswizardcycle and I can finally start taking story pics as well, though I believe she might just wait until she gets her new pc for that. I have overworked "The Golden Demon of Kabuki" text some months ago so it is a better readable fic now. I will place it into layout as soon as the needed pics are done. Then I'll see what happens next. Probably try and get ch2 ready.
I've said enough now, let's give you another snip-bit:
CORPO PARTY RP SNIPPET (my part only):
He noticed that Vijay says something Ry can’t concentrate on since he’s busy staring the redhead down and trying to see through him, but sees V starts walking and so he follows. They walked a bit further away leaving the red-haired man alone, Vijay pleased to stay and wait until they would come back to him. Once they were far away enough, Ryder turns around and raises his voice with a certain gnarl in his undertone “I leave you alone for almost an hour and you take the next best chance to shove your tongue down the throat of one of those Corporats?!” “Ry—” Vijay starts but Ryder is not done and so he hisses dangerously. “ON A JOB!? — Seriously V!” Scharfenberg shifts his weight to one leg, breathes audibly through his nostrils, crosses his arms and waits for V’s explanation.
Somehow Steyr finds it funny because he knows Ryder exaggerates it as always. Nonetheless Vijay feels a bit embarrassed as well because he knows Ry is also right. He should behave in a certain manner here but he is bad at being a Corpo. “Calm down man — Part of the job now,” V answers and gives him a stupid smirk. “You weren’t in reach. Had to escape from that escort chick otherwise I’d have blown cover. Unlike you I dunno how to friggin’ corpo. Dunno how to even pronounce my fuckin’ fake name either. Stainback von Kra– Krawnee–” “Steinbach von Kranichstein!” Ryder repeats fast in exasperation. 
They’ve practiced it a few times before and V still wasn’t able to pronounce it right. “Yeah whatever!” Vijay gestures with his hands. “But uh— Arki happened to—” “Oh, it’s ‘Arki’ already?!” “—chill a few feet away from me, so I took the chance to escape and, yeah — he’s my fiancé in disguise now as long as we are on the job here. He’s the dude from the Afterlife weeks ago, ‘member? Could help us out on this.” Ryder raises both eyebrows, his mouth opens a bit and he feels how Beast wants him to yell at V yet he -tries- to stay the calmest he can be. “Afterlife red haired rando? Supposed demon — your fiancé?! Alter Vadder! Tell me this is a joke!?” Ryder throws both hands in the air and makes a few steps as if he wants to walk away now and curses further in German “Ich glaub, ich bin im falschen FIlm!” He wasn’t in the wrong movie, though. “Chill, bro. I’ve got it under control. All good,” Steyr tries to calm his friend. “V, you know he’s a—” Scharfenberg starts but stops abruptly as he realizes something now that doesn’t make much sense to him. Wait. Afterlife merc rando— a true Corporate? How’s that fitting in? “He’s what?” V raises an eyebrow at that. “Forget it!“ “M‘Kay, if y’say so.” V crosses his arms, not satisfied about Ry’s answer.
“Just don’t like to get into a fucking mess,V!” Scharfenberg spits his sentence out rather inappropriately. Judging by V’s face however Ry notices it is meant seriously, so he facepalms with an angry growl as Beast already tells him to just flip the switch, turn around and kill some of those poor dancing souls behind him. “I’m not riding us into a mess. I bet he can help us to klep the info we here for.” Ryder gets immensely fidgety, looking into every direction trying to ignore the voice as best as he can. He fiddles out a menthol cigarette, lights it up and takes a few long puffs inhaling it deeply into his lungs as he walks up and down glad that Vijay waits until he’s done. The least V could use was having Ryder in a critical state on this job, so V gives his best mate time to clear his mind.
“Fine— But we’re not done talking about this!” Ryder states as he throws the smoked up stub on the bottom to rather aggressively put it out with his double varnished fine shoe. He doesn’t look amused about the fact that his best friend obviously seemed to know this dude named Arki already better than he thought. Steyr must have kept this info from him for whatever reason and he doesn’t like it at all. But since it is not part of the job right now, he accepts this now changed situation. So he takes another deep breath and says under gritted teeth “Let's get back to your new flame then, see if he can be of help as you predict and brief him.” Vijay gives him a thankful gaze. He knows it’s not easy for Ry to control but he managed well enough not to raise any suspicion and V does feel guilty too for not telling Ry he knows Arki already better than he might think. They would discuss it later. But now back to business. So they walked back to the redhead who was awaiting them back where they left him, enjoying a cigarette.
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blooming-words · 1 year
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A Flourishing Love
°°• A Neteyam x F!Navi/ Human!Reader Story •°°
Cycle 1 : The seed ascent
Prologue : The Seed Soul
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Chapter I/ Chapter II
MasterList 🌸
~Your Heart and Soul won't bleed and suffer here ~
Because Of you know what. I gave myself the Liberty to Change that ♡
But if some of you "Psychos" (Just kidding *hand on heart*) want that angst ending, I can do another version of it :) When we get there.
《Your Attention please, fasten your seat belts》
No because, very Very VERY Long Introduction here *oops* (It's my first post, so you'll forgive me :D).
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Summary : Follow the story of "Navya". A special girl that was reborn on Pandora to continue her life in peace.
But why did she come here ? And will she really find harmony?
Only our great mother, Eywa, knows. And The Divine. That flows everywhere, in the whole universe ♡
~ This is a Story of a growing love between two young adults (teens/ pre-adults) trying to find their place and importance amongst the world.
Of the Beauty Of the Source and The Connection between every living Being.
Pairings : Eywa (The Divine) x reader | Neteyam x F!Navi/ Human!Reader
Warnings : None (For now)
Word Count : ~ 537 (It is very short for now. Just wanted to see if it will actually be read or not and if the base of the story interests you. Future chapters will surely be way longer than this prologue).
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A/N : - Hi Everbody ! I am Really Happy To Finally start this Story and Sharing it with you Guys. As Said this Fanfiction/ Story will be centered into Navya's Point of View Mostly (With some exceptions :P)
- It will be a Slow Burn, Enemies (Sort Of) To Friends To Lovers Relationship Evolution between these two (Yeah i know...haha, I wanted to mix these two tropes in one, because it is kinda crispy to read already, but mixed "blushing", oh la la). And I know you think the Same ;)
- Neteyam is aged up, obviously (That doesn't matter for now though). And the others, well... They are as old as they are hehe
(But to be serious and honest, nobody thought or assumed he was 15, like nobody... Right ? Otherwise I am just cracked lol).
- It is Not gonna Burn immediately but, when it burns it BURNS (Trust Me). Like the "burning", you get me. Not some sort of other tension (There's gonna be that)
- It takes place 1 year before the Sky People are Back (Avatar 2, The Sequel). So when the Sully Family is still living in Peace :'(
So for now there won't really be any spoilers but, if so I let you know :)
- This Story will also, probably, involve other extraterrestrial beings, good and bad, (Not too much) for the sake of some explanations and reasons of why some things happen or happened (I know it's a lot)
So other than : Humans (Good or Bad Ones) and Navi (Same thing lol)
Sneak Peek : Navya will have some time to learn their ways and to figure everything out. Also I love writing by detailing the environment and the emotions of the characters. So don't be suprised if it's long, very long...Yet again (Yeah yeah I repeat myself).
The Good part of that is that there will be an everyday life outlook of The People ♡ (If I manage to write it right)
Important : Of course, I DO NOT own the characters in this story nor the Original Story ! (Of Avatar nor Avatar : The Way Of Water)
《I only own my imagination and MY story :)》
English is not my first language, so be kind if the syntax, the grammar and all aren't perfect.
-> Please don't republish My Story And please don't be disrespectful in The Comments (Whatever the reason is and whoever it is directed towards to) You can express your thoughts, but with respect.
\ Therefore if you don't like my writing, just don't read it and keep your mean comments to yourself /
Thank You :) ♡
I really believe in our moral qualities *kiss*
ANYWAYS ! So that will be it ! I hope you guys are patient (It will be a quite long), because I am not ×)
I am already excited to serve you all the goodness, that's in my mind, very soon (I hope so) :3
Honestly, all that keeps us alive (Don't lie I caught you *snap*, JUST kidding).
But Seriously all these fanfics (Crispy or Not ; >) are "sadly" the reason we wake up. And it is ABSOLUTELY NOT ME I am talking about *cough* *cough*
Enough joking :)
I will try to publish the chapters in a regular rhythm (like every 3 days, maybe ? We'll see ♡)
To Next Time, Byeee
Now after this VERY LONG Intro and all these important things + all the *bla bla bla*
Enjoy, of Course ♡
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Our Great Mother, let this Love blossom as written in their life story.
The work of their pure hearts Join to lead them to the Garden,
The one that shines in a glow,
And in due time will bring,
Peace.
Nothingness. Coldness and the sensation of infinity.
These are the impressions that overwhelm me. Choking me.
I do not know who I am anymore. All I know is that I am in unknown territory. That my consciousness is moving towards a new place.
A place that seems to be the key. The solution to all my sufferings.
I understand then that the opression which envelops me is the reflection of my soul. The reflection of my pain over time. The pile of pain forms a knot, constraining the little hope that would fly away from a thread of despair.
But the light emerges, scaring away the pests in my numb mind, tired of so much emotional battle.
It frees me and forms a sparkling path.
A soft voice whispers comforting words to me, like the hug of a loving mother. Her words are vaporous, but I recognize her words through my heart thanks to the universal language, which is Love.
Her tone is stern, yet full of indulgence and compassion.
My heart rate quickens probably because her words are heavy with meaning, important, as she says:
"You are Navya, The Fresh Flower, new and recent. You are from Planet Earth. Your anger and detachment have brought you here. Let your soul follow the river of your heart, the water of evolution. To find yourself and recognize the role you play. To master your past mistakes, but also embrace the balance of the greater whole.
You are an old soul, so I decided to give you what you have been longing for forever. Harmony and Peace."
"However, I leave the choice to you. You can decide to continue to live a conscious life full of experience in a new body, which you have never known in your celestial journey. With new lessons and confrontations to raise you further into the light.
Or you can rest, in the great all cradled by the song of the budding stars, and manifest yourself much later by staying by my side, Your Great Mother.
I let you make your decision, my child. Remember, no matter what your heart tells you, I will always be by your side..."
My inner self exhales the last traces of hatred in an icy breeze in order to inhale the sweet air. The air that deserves to be inhaled. The air I decided to breathe.
I step into the reassuring path to connect my aura to the surrounding clarity and walk towards the destiny, written.
Only my name and where I come from resonates in my rational mind. The other information, the truth, has no place there, because it will always shine. Much more than with words, than with ego and thoughts.
With the conviction that every source of truth will manifest in due time and that life, this new life, is worth living, I let myself dissolve in the glittering halo.
The spiritual gateway to Pandora, in the arms of Eywa.
Dancing light. Singing sight.
Be the holder of the night and the keeper of the light.
Be the seed,
Withholding the soul of yours.
Get the reins to lead,
The destiny of yours.
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Final Notes : You can also find me on Wattpad :) With the Pseudo : FairyOfFlowers7
♡ :)
Work by : Adria ♡ ~Morning Dew
- @adrianarose7 (My tumblr Account)
Published on : March 21, 2023 (3 / 21 / 23), CET Time.
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wilderlingdev · 2 years
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BRIARHEART - CALL FOR BETA TESTERS!!!
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hello, everyone!! i'm this close to releasing briarheart into the wild (finally!) and i need more beta testers to make sure the game is working all right!
if you don't know what briarheart is about:  intro post | tag | characters.
to check out my writing and see if its your thing, you can try my jam game, the hanging heart.
HERE’S HOW IT WILL GO:
1 you can fill this google form if you want to become a beta tester for briarheart. i don't have any requirements for beta testers here, though of course liking to read and even write is a big plus. beta testing will happen through a discord server, so you need a discord account to enter.
2 i will send you an invite for a discord server. once you are in, i’ll assign you the beta-tester role and then you will have access to the link to the beta build and its password, as well as a bunch of discussion and feedback channels.
3 beta test it!
4 have my eternal gratitude. i mean it.
WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT:
1 a beta build with the prologue, character creator and part of chapter one for a total of 10k words. a playthrough is about ~6k words.
2 finished ui. it might be good, it might be bad, but at this point it is final.
3 bugs. probably? the build isn't that big and that means i shouldn’t have that many rooms for error but eh. expect bugs.
4 no mobile version yet!! beta testing must be done through desktop! mobile version is ready!!!
BEFORE YOU JOIN IN:
1 you gotta be 18+. the game (and this blog) are 18+, so that’s only natural.
2 please, please, be sure you can give me feedback on the current build before july 30th. if you joined but doesn’t want to continue for whatever reason, just tell me. i promise you, it’s completely fine.
3 discretion! please don’t share the build & its password with anyone else.
4 you need a discord account. that’s how i will be sharing the beta build, password, etc.
WHAT KIND OF FEEDBACK I’M LOOKING FOR:
1 feedback on the writing.
2 feedback on the story itself, including presentation, structure, etc.
3 feedback on the ui.
you can focus on only one of these aspects if you wish!
that’s it, i guess! please feel free to ask me anything if you have any doubts!
SIGN UP NOW.
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daisymakesstuff · 9 months
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Chapter 1 - Devastation
| Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 |
Fandom: The Wayhaven Chronicles
Relationships: Morgan x Female Detective (Neveah Desanto)
Chapter Word Count: 2,801
Description: The Chamber forbids the detective from leaving the warehouse shortly after she gets a call about an emergency at the police station. When even Ava isn't privy to the details, Neveah is left to find out what happened herself.
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Morgan trails lazily behind Neveah as she rushes around the warehouse getting her things together like a pastel whirlwind. 
“I have to go, there’s an–” 
“Emergency at the station,” Morgan finishes. “Vampire hearing, remember?” 
Some of the tension drains out of Neveah’s shoulders, and she sighs. “I’ll be back as soon as I can–” 
Morgan cuts her off by tilting Neveah’s chin up and drawing her into a kiss. It’s a gentle, loving kiss, heated like hot coals. 
“Go. I’ll be here when you get back,” Morgan promises. Neveah throws her an adoring smile, one that really tests Morgan’s resolve to let her leave. 
In the end, she doesn’t have to. When Neveah turns around Ava is standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. Neveah’s expression crinkles with confusion. 
“We have orders from The Chamber,” Ava explains. “You are not to leave the warehouse until further notice.” 
“But there’s an emergency at the station–” Neveah starts. Ava shakes her head at her, holding up a hand to stop her. 
“I have been advised the Agency is handling the situation. You are not allowed to leave the warehouse.” 
“Why the hell not?” Morgan growls at the news. Ava looks between them, her stoic expression softening a little with sympathy. 
“They wouldn’t tell me,” Ava answers, irritation straining her voice. 
It’s not that unusual for the Chamber to meddle in their affairs anymore, even if it pisses Morgan off every time. What is unusual though is for no one in Unit Bravo to have an inkling as to why it’s happening. 
Neveah wilts as an understanding of the situation hits her. It has to be bad, and probably related to her, if they won’t let her leave. What could be so bad that even Unit Bravo isn’t allowed to know? 
“We’re not seriously going to listen to them, are we!?” Morgan asks, though her angry voice isn’t quite as sharp as usual. Nevah’s come to learn that means Morgan knows she’ll end up going along with whatever it is and is just arguing for the sake of it. 
“We’re not disobeying orders from the Chamber, Morgan,” Ava shuts the idea down immediately. 
Neveah’s shoulders slouch with defeat. She turns to slink off to the kitchen. Ava seems entirely unaffected by the glare Morgan shoots her before she follows behind. 
The kitchen is filled with bright natural light from the cool spring morning. The pleasant space and her cheery outfit seem to highlight Neveah’s worried expression as she slumps into one of the kitchen chairs. 
“You all right?” Morgan asks. 
“How am I supposed to help if I don’t know what’s going on?” Neveah asks, more to herself than her girlfriend. Morgan laughs with a resigned sort of amusement. 
“I’m pretty sure that’s the point, sweetheart.”  
“Someone has to know what’s happening. If I could just…” Neveah looks down at her phone, and her expression brightens with realization. 
Morgan settles into her favorite shadowy corner as Neveah starts dialing anyone she can think of who might know something. She manages about 10 minutes of actually listening to Neveah exchange casual pleasantries with person after person at the Agency before she starts tuning out the words and just enjoys the cadence of Neveah’s voice. 
Unfortunately for Neveah, even the insular Facility gossip seems to have been shut down temporarily. A few of the people she spoke with seemed antsy, but they weren’t willing to tell her anything. She scrolls through her phone to find another contact to call, but the incoming call screen takes over. 
“Mrs. Jones!” Neveah greets her with as much enthusiasm as she can muster. Mrs. Jones is one of Wayhaven’s older residents. She loves to keep up with the local gossip, and is also one of Tina’s neighbors, so they run into each other frequently. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” 
“Det– Neveah,” Mrs. Jones begins, “I know you don’t do much detective work around town any more but I was wondering if you knew what was happening with all the commotion outside Detective Poname’s house?” 
“Outside Tina’s house?” Neveah asks, trying to keep the note of panic out of her voice. Her act is good enough for the human on the phone, but it draws Morgan’s attention back to the conversation immediately. 
“Oh yes, there have been a few black vans out front all day and strangers going back and forth around the area. They are very…brisk. Must be city folk, I think,” Mrs. Jones explains. 
“Oh,” Neveah makes a noise of recognition at the description, pressing a smile onto her face even as her heart sinks into her stomach. “The situation is well in-hand, Mrs. Jones. Those are volunteers helping the police department.” 
“I see, that’s good to hear,” Mrs. Jones answers back politely, though she seems disappointed with the lack of information. Me too,  Mrs. Jones, Neveah thinks. 
A pair of arms wraps loosely around her waist, and she turns her head to find Morgan resting her chin on Neveah’s shoulder. The touch is soothing, helping bolster Neveah enough to get through the rest of the call without spiraling into a panic. 
“It is,” Neveah agrees, somewhat believeably. “Unfortunately, I need to go, but it’s been a pleasure speaking with you.”
“Oh, of course! You as well, dearie. I hope to see you soon,” Mrs. Jones replies. 
Neveah disconnects the call, letting herself sink into Morgan’s touch. Morgan, of course, takes the opportunity to let her hands roam a little. 
“You know,” Morgan purrs, “I have better ways to take your mind off things.” 
Neveah barely seems to notice the flirtation. 
“I think I’m going to keep calling,” Neveah says. Morgan nods, her hands stilling. 
“Do you need me here?” Morgan asks. She means ‘here’ as in wrapped around Neveah. It can be hard to differentiate sometimes, but Neveah’s gotten pretty good at it over the years they’ve been together. Given the current circumstances, she would be hard pressed to get Morgan more than a couple of rooms away. That suits Neveah fine though; she doesn’t need that kind of space. 
She shakes her head. “No, I’m okay. I’m kind of restless right now.” 
“That offer still stands, you know,” Morgan says, taking a step back so she can give her girlfriend a long, leisurely inspection. “I have plenty of ways to settle you down…or rile you up.” 
Neveah almost gets distracted by the suggestion, but Morgan has already settled back into her shadowy corner. Taking a deep breath, Neveah calls back the antsy desk clerk on duty she had spoken with earlier. The sound of the phone ringing seems to stretch on for much longer than it should. Neveah fidgets with the skirt of her dress to try and ease some of her tension at first, and then starts pacing around the kitchen. 
The line finally picks up.
“Hello, I’m so sorry to bother you again—“ Neveah starts. She feels bad about being so…manipulative, but this involves Tina. She would do almost anything for her. 
“No, you’re not bothering me at all,” he reassures her, though his voice is strained. 
“Thank you, that’s very sweet. Do you remember my friend Tina?” Neveah asks, as casually as she can manage. Simply mentioning Tina’s name seems to put the agent on edge. She just needs to go at it from the right angle.
“Her birthday is coming up soon and I know they’ve been so busy with the new baby. I was hoping to plan something special for her.”  This part is true, at least. “Do you think I could talk to Adrian— Agent Pierson— quickly? I wanted to make sure we’re on the same page.” 
The phone line goes uncomfortably quiet for a few seconds. 
“Uh, you know, let me just call someone for you—!“ the agent rushes out, putting her on hold before she can pry further. 
Roughly 30 Minutes Later
That’s how Neveah ends up on the phone with the Facility’s director, getting the details on the situation. Morgan really shouldn’t be surprised. She’s personally watched Neveah use her kindness to break a Trapper during an interrogation, convince a race of supernaturals to reconsider their entire reason for existence, and win the alliance of an ancient celestial being notorious for not forming alliances. 
Despite that, Morgan is still a little surprised and very impressed. 
“There was an incident this morning where two locations in Wayhaven were ambushed simultaneously by currently unknown suspects. Two casualties and one injury were reported,” the director begins. Their tone is all professionalism, possibly reading directly from a report.
“The police station?” Neveah asks. A pit forms in her stomach swirling with the familiar nausea of dread. 
“A police patrol,” the director corrects, “...and the Pierson household. Agent Pierson did not make it, but we were able to recover the Pierson’s child. He is safe in Agency custody at the Facility."
“…and Tina?” Neveah chokes out through barely held back tears. She has a white knuckle grip on the phone, leaning on the kitchen counter for support. 
“Unfortunately…Tina Pierson was found dead on arrival.” 
Neveah’s knees give out beneath her and Morgan rushes in to keep her from falling by wrapping a hand around her waist. She collapses further, hunching over Morgan’s arm with the force of her sobs. Morgan hauls her upright, twisting her around so she can cry into Morgan’s shoulder instead. 
Through the buzzing of the phone Morgan picks up the director’s voice. “Agent Desanto? Agent Desanto, are you there?” they ask. Morgan wiggles the phone from Neveah’s hand and presses it to her own ear. 
“She heard you. Call back later,” Morgan barks, aggressively ending the call and pushing the phone onto the counter. With both hands free, Morgan lifts her girlfriend’s legs off the ground and sits on the kitchen floor, settling Neveah in her lap. Neveah sinks into the embrace, wrapping her arms around Morgan as she wails into the crook of her neck.  
Morgan’s first instinct is always to fight whatever has hurt her, but there’s fuck all she can do about this. 
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There’s a point where Neveah cries so hard that she has to gasp for breath between sobs, which worries Morgan enough she considers asking Nat to call a medic, but eventually the tears settle into shaky breaths. Neveah still hasn’t said anything, her shaky breathing ebbs and flows between almost calm to nearly-in-tears-again. 
Morgan tries rubbing her hand on Neveah’s back. That’s what people do when someone cries, right? The movement is awkward and stiff, not exactly the kind of touching she’s used to doing.
It doesn’t seem to help, so she stops. 
She has no idea how long it’s been when Neveah finally gets the strength to move again, wiping away the tear tracks on her face and slowly standing up. Neveah’s gaze lands on the wet spot on Morgan’s shirt, the burgundy of her shirt almost black with tears and snot. 
“I’m sorry I ruined your shirt,” Neveah says softly. 
“It’ll wash,” Morgan answers with a shrug. "Is there anything I can do?"
Neveah shakes her head. She turns around to look for something, but it devolves into more of an aimless pivoting while she flicks a blank stare from place to place. Her eyesight is fine, but her brain seems to refuse to process the information. 
“What are you looking for?” Morgan prompts after a few seconds, when it’s clear Neveah’s not going to get anywhere in the state she’s in. 
“My phone,” Neveah murmurs. Morgan grabs her phone off the counter, and hands it back to her. 
“Thanks.” She shoves it into the pocket of her dress and wanders toward the door. 
“Where are you going?” Morgan asks, more curious than anything else. Did she even know?
“I—I need to go to the Facility to check on Calloway. I didn’t ask how he was and he’s all alone now—“ Neveah has to take a few deep breaths through her nose to hold back another bout of crying. 
“I’ll drive you,” Morgan says with a nod. Now probably isn’t the time to let Neveah know she has no idea who the fuck that is. 
“You haven’t been cleared to leave yet,” Ava’s voice carries through the kitchen, firm but sympathetic. Once again she’s standing in front of the doorway, arms crossed. Her large, muscular frame fills out nearly all of the available space. Knowing the team leader, she’s probably been listening from the foyer this entire time, expecting exactly this sort of situation. 
Neveah and Morgan’s gaze both flash to her at the same time. From the way Ava’s expression twists, whatever heartbroken look Neveah’s giving her is something Morgan doesn’t want to see.
“I just want to go the Facility. You always say it’s the safest—“ Neveah pleads. Her voice is already wobbling when Ava holds up a hand to cut her off.
“You can’t go right now,” Ava repeats sternly. Then she pauses and softens her tone, “but I’ll make some calls and see if we can get permission soon. If the child is at the Facility, they are safe.” 
Neveah wilts in defeat, her breathing going quick and uneven like she’s going to cry again. Ava nods in approval, seemingly satisfied that she won’t try to leave again. 
Morgan growls, positioning herself in front of Neveah. Ava knows this isn’t something Neveah would usually back down on. She’s just using Neveah’s vulnerability to her own advantage. Sure, if it were anyone else Morgan wouldn’t have any complaints, but it’s not anyone else. It’s Neveah .  Morgan’s free hand clenches into a fist at her side, but Ava’s stoic mask is back in place now. She shows no further reaction to either of their responses, pivoting on her heel and leaving the room.
 A quiet, single sob from Neveah is the only thing that keeps Morgan from starting a fight. 
Instead, she turns Neveah to face her, staring into those deep brown eyes with an intensity she hopes will convey her message. Morgan can’t give her the comfort she needs, or bring her friend back from the dead, but getting her to the Facility? That she can do. 
Whether Neveah understands or not, the eye contact seems to help either way. Even now, she looks at Morgan’s stormy grey eyes like they’re the most captivating thing in the world. Slowly, her breathing settles back down. 
“Come on,” Morgan urges, “I need to put on another shirt.” She turns to head out of the kitchen and is nearly in the hallway before she realizes Neveah isn’t behind her. When Morgan looks back, her girlfriend hasn’t moved an inch. She just stands there, wilted and staring in the middle of the room. Morgan puts an arm around her shoulders, tugging Neveah to her side. 
With the guidance from Morgan’s arm, Neveah numbly follows along beside her. She hates seeing her girlfriend cry. She might hate the listless staring even more, the way Neveah moves like a ghost, just an echo of a person trying to complete a task. 
Ava’s on the phone in the next room when they get to the foyer. Good. The keys to the SUV hang on a hook by the door when they aren’t in Ava’s pocket. Morgan quietly pockets them as they pass through, heading down the stairs toward the bedrooms. 
As they turn down one hallway to get to the next, Farah pokes her head out from around a corner, open concern on her face. She’s here to help, apparently. Morgan briefly flashes the key fob toward her and they exchange a meaningful look before Morgan continues the walk to her bedroom. 
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Morgan does actually change into a new shirt once they get there. Then, she waits until she can hear Farah making a menace of herself in the other room before sneaking Neveah out to the car. When Morgan opens the door to let her inside, Neveah climbs in after only a nudge and even buckles up on instinct. She doesn’t seem to actually realize where she is until they are a few miles down the road though. 
“You’re taking me to the Facility?” Neveah asks hopefully.
“No. We’re fleeing the country,” Morgan answers sarcastically. She flicks her gaze briefly over to Neveah, hoping she didn’t just make things worse with the quip. It’s a relief when she finds Neveah looking the closest to happy she’s been in hours. 
“Aren’t the guards going to know I’m not supposed to be there?” Neveah asks. 
“Maybe. But by the time we get there it’ll be safer to let you in than send you back.”  
The rest of the car ride passes in silence, but Neveah puts her hand over the one Morgan has resting on the console, squeezing gratefully. Morgan slots their fingers together.
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pukanavis · 1 month
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Plum Blossoms and Snowflakes | Prologue 2
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Arashi: Ritsu-chan, I know I’m late to mention it, but you’re not usually active in the tea club around this season, right?
This time last year, you were practically inseparable from the kotatsu.
Ritsu: Yeah, I know. I happened to check the weather forecast yesterday and it said to expect 'a warm, spring-like day' so I exercised my power as club leader to call a meeting.
Nothing beats drinking Haa~kun’s tea on a warm sunny day.
Arashi: Is that so? Hajime-chan, it must be so hard putting up with Ritsu-chan’s fickleness.
Hajime: Oh, not at all. I’m happy to be doing an activity for the tea club ♪ The weather will be much colder by tomorrow too—
Not to mention, the third year students will be getting very busy soon.
Arashi: Oh…graduation season is fast approaching, isn’t it?
Ritsu-chan, do you think you’ll be able to graduate?
Ritsu: Don't worry, I've got it covered~. I’ve been working hard to make sure I can graduate with Maa~kun.
Arashi: That’s a relief then. I’m sure our fans would be outraged if you repeated another year.
Mayoi: Oh? Uhm, Ritsu-san, you’ve repeated a year before…?
Ritsu: That I have. Fufu, I'm seasoned with many life experiences, as you can see…☆
Arashi: Oh please, it’s not something to be proud of, now is it?
Ritsu: Yeah, yeah~. But it wasn’t all doom and gloom, you know?
I got to be in the same grade as Maa~kun and bask in all the extra time I had.
Haa~kun should follow in my footsteps and repeat a year too…♪
Arashi: Hey, don’t try to make it sound appealing. Repeating a year is a big deal.
Ritsu: I’m kidding, I’m kidding. It’s just a little Rittsu Joke ♪ Haa~kun isn’t going to repeat. Right? 
Hajime: Yes, I believe I'll be fine. The teachers haven’t reached out to me about any problems so I should be able to move up a grade.
Graduation, huh? ...It hurts to think about everyone leaving.
Ritsu: We’re not really leaving though, are we? Setting aside the people that move overseas, the rest of us live together in the dormitories.
Arashi: True, but with how busy the third years get, you don’t think much of it at first.
But once it settles in, you get hit with a sudden wave of loneliness.
When that happens, don’t be afraid to get in touch with me anytime you want. Be it just to vent, or anything else, I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.
I’ll always be there for a hard-working boy ♪
Hajime: Ehehe, I appreciate it.
Ayase-senpai, I’ll refill your cup.
If you’d like, why don’t you tell me which flavours you prefer? We have quite the collection of tea leaves, so I’m sure we have something you enjoy.
Mayoi: You don’t need to go to all that trouble, I’m happy with whatever you’re willing to offer.
Arashi: Mayoi-chan, it’s better to be honest about your preferences during these types of interactions. Sharing each other's likes is the first step in getting to know one another.
Mayoi: Y-Yes, you’re right. Uhm, I like—
Akiomi: “...This is Mr. Kunugi. If I may have the attention of a certain student—”
“Ayase-kun from class 3-B, if you are still on the school grounds, please report to the staff room immediately.”
“I repeat, Ayase-kun from class 3-B—”
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Mayoi: …Huh? …Huh?
Ritsu: Ohh, he said your name, Mayomayo.
Arashi: Kyaa! Even hearing Kunugi-sensei call upon other people gets my heart pounding.
The fact that it’s after school makes this feels like one of those dramas! Aah, if only it were me.
Mayoi: …
Arashi: Oh dear, are you alright, Mayoi-chan? You’ve gone pale?
Mayoi: …Hyah!?
My apologies, I was caught off guard and my mind just went blank.
Aah, the thought of being scolded makes me want to run for the hills…
Ritsu: Hmm, do you know what it’s about?
Mayoi: …I don’t, but I was a failure of a student until this summer so I’m sure I’ve messed up somehow.
Ughh, I wish I could unhear it and go home! Why can’t I just disappear!
Arashi: None of that will do you any favours. If you left now, you’ll just be summoned again tomorrow.
Mayoi: But…
Hajime: It must be shocking to be suddenly called out on the school’s broadcasting system.
It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s for a bad reason though. I’ve also been called upon before and it was only because my family had dropped off some things that I had forgotten.
If you can’t think of something you did wrong, then it’s probably good news, right?
Arashi: Totally. Kunugi-sensei didn’t sound angry either so you have nothing to be scared of.
Mayoi: I-I see…then there’s no reason to think that I’m going to be berated, and even if I run away, I’ll have to face it eventually.
I’ll try to be brave and go.
Hajime: That’s the spirit! Do your best, Ayase-senpai.
Since I wasn’t able to give you another cup of tea, I wrapped up some cookies for you instead. 
Mayoi: Y-You’re too kind. Well then, I’ll be going now…
Ritsu: Bye bye~.
…Will Mayomayo be alright on his own?
Arashi: As his friend, part of me wants to go with him. I can’t stand the idea of waiting around here if it turns out to be something bad after all.
Just think of it as a little trial and do your best, Mayoi-chan.
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ーSome time later
Mayoi: (...In all my reluctance to come here, I ended up dragging my feet.)
(I finally made it to the staff room.)
(Kunugi-sensei is right behind this door…)
(...Aah, I’m too cowardly to open it.)
(What could I have done wrong? I can’t think of anythi—)
(Ah, I know what it is! I’m a blatantly suspicious person that spends all his time in the ceiling…!)
(But nowhere in the school rules does it say 'No hiding in the ceiling!' and it’s not as if it causes trouble for anybody!)
(...Yet the fact that I feel guilty is proof that I recognise my wrongdoing…)
(Sigh…I’d rather not do this at all. Even now, I'm still fighting the urge to flee far away from here.)
(Ahh, no, I can’t think like that. You’ll never grow if you keep running away from your problems, Mayoi!)
(Overthinking isn't doing me any favours. I need to empty my mind and—)
(Hyah!? The door opened…!)
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