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saintobio · 3 years

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wastelands. (6)

↳ suna rintarou x f!reader

summary: after a viral pandemic wiped out half of the world’s population, a group of abandoned young adults embark on a life-threatening journey in hopes of finding a safe permanent home. unfortunately, for you and Rin, love is only a temporary option.

genre: heavy angst, unrequited, post apocalypse au, 18+

cw: profanity, smoking, mentions of suicide

notes: sorry if this one took so damn long but we r down to four chapters !! <3

series masterlist -> part seven

Haru was already squeezing you in his arms before you had the time to react. The familiarity with his scent, his embrace, and the comfort he brought was enough for you to tighten the arms that you’ve wrapped around his neck, not caring about anything else but the guy in front of you.

Although you were overcome by lassitude from the recent events, seeing someone from home reminded you of home. He had always been a kind person to you even beyond the relationship that you’ve shared as a ‘couple’ from way back in high school. Haru exceeded being just an ex—he was a true friend who looked after you even from afar. A friend that cared about your well-being without having to be romantic. Platonic, you supposed, was the best word to describe it.

Perhaps that was why you placed no malice at enveloping yourself in his warmth. You were simply happy to know that he was alive and his eyes reflected the same domestic felicity when he briefly pulled away to look at you, “You’re still alive.”

Because of Rintarou. You pushed your thoughts away and smiled, “Takes a while to get rid of me, you know?" Only then did you realize that he was in a military uniform after you separated from the embrace. “Oh, you’re—?”

“Yeah, I... They needed more guys to help around,” he explained, eyes never leaving yours. “They thought I was fit enough to join the military so, you know. The world’s different now, Y/N. Doesn’t matter if you’re trained for it.”

You weren’t really surprised that he’d be asked to join the military because he was a superstar quarterback in high school. Aside from being physically fit, he had bigger chances of surviving from his cardio routine alone. Running from Zs? Thrashing them? Killing them? On a scale of 1-10, the difficulty level of it was probably just a 4 to him. If Rin was skillful with his shotgun, Haru was adroit with his combat.

“You’re made for this,” you told him. Made to save lives, made to be the strongest in a room full of fragile people. Before you knew it, you were wrapping your arms around him again. “I missed you so fucking much, Haru. I’m so glad to see you here.”

You could feel his smile even if you couldn’t see it. His hot breath tickled your skin as he whispered the words, “me, too," on your left ear. You had no idea how much of his family was gone but you were certain that not all of them were saved. All families lost a member or two, if not all. Haru and his family were not exempt from it.

“Sunarin, you coming?”

“...Yeah.”

You dared not to turn around at the sound of Suna’s footsteps going further away from your earshot. He left. He could have been shocked to see Haru, but there was very little ounce of care that you could give for him at the moment. Thinking about Rin was hurting you and Haru saw the pain in your eyes after glancing back and forth between you and the group who had now gone into the cabin.

“How did you find yourself with them?” was an inquiry that matched Haru’s questioning gaze.

Biting your inner cheeks, you answered, “Rin came to my house and took me along.”

There was a glint of intrigue in Haru’s chocolate eyes, a glint that spoke for itself and told you that he was wondering if anything further happened between you two. “Interesting.”

Not. You decided to avert the topic to something more important. “Haru, listen... I need to see Asher. Can you please tell me which cabin he’s in? We got separated on the day of the rescue and I-I have to see him. I wanna know if he’s okay, please...”

When disappointment washed over his face, your heart skipped a beat in anticipation of the bad news. “Asher’s not here in Tokyo, Y/N. I’ve been here for more than three months. Survivors from the Osaka camp were transferred to Aomori. It’s the safest place right now aside from Okinawa.”

Aomori. You mapped it out in your head. Aomori was far up north just as how Aran mentioned it. For fuck’s sake, was the pain you’ve gone through for the past 4 months not enough? Was this pain endless? Never-ending? Like an abyss of eternal suffering? It seemed as if the air filling your lungs were not enough to supply your body’s demand for oxygen. All you wanted was to see Asher safe and sound. You just wanted to see your brother and take care of him until your last dying breath, but the fact that you’d still have to keep going through this arduous traverse across the country just to search for him was making the situation almost impossible.

You must have looked so wan because Haru’s eyes suddenly bathed in concern. You just couldn’t bear the thought that you’d have to travel again and risk your life fighting even more undead creatures throughout your journey.

Would you still pursue it? Of course. You’d rather die attempting to find your brother than simply not doing anything at all. No matter how many death-defying risks you would have to face when you did go on this journey, at least you would be one step closer to Asher. He needed you and you have to do whatever it took to be with him.

For now, you ought to find your shelter at this current safe zone amongst many other refugees who lost families and their homes. Every where you looked, all of them were occupied with something. Some kids were playing hide-and-seek, some teenagers were sitting outside of their bivouacs—this could have been a typical summer camp in the woods had you not have any knowledge of what the world really looked like from outside the borders of this military base.

As your eyes wandered to appreciate the small community they’ve built in the camp, Haru’s warm hand suddenly grabbed yours. “Come on, I’ll show you around.”

And he did. You spent the past hour walking around the campsite while Haru introduced you to the ‘world’ inside the Tokyo camp and how the people in here were all still in denial of the zombie-infested cacotopia beyond the tall cemented walls. It was a coping mechanism not to be reminded of how ugly the world has become while they were here in their temporary sanctuary.

Somehow, in the middle of your tour, you met some of Haru’s friends that he confided with on the duration of his 3-month stay in here. There was an Alisa and her brother Lev, a Kuroo, a Bokuto, an Akaashi, and a Kenma. They were all really nice people who shared the same fate as you—orphaned and just trying to survive while they still could. Happy go lucky, living their life at the moment. ‘Every second of each day counts’ were Alisa’s words of wisdom when you sat with them for supper. It was a cathartic feeling to be surrounded by people who all exuded contagious positivity. The only way to cope from the trauma was by appreciating the fact that you could still wake up to a new day despite living in an age of an apocalypse.

Dinner regularly commenced at 7PM and the food were prepared in a manner that reminded you of the school cafeteria—rationed for each person equally to cater to everyone else in the camp. Tonight, the menu was bread and baked beans although Akaashi claimed that the good home-cooked meals were always during the weekends when more supplies would come in. It was only a Wednesday, so if you could last three more days in the camp, you could perhaps get a taste of the ‘better food’ that he was talking about.

“Gimme my bread back!” Kuroo griped towards a food-stealing Bokuto who sat across him from the picnic table. The silver-haired guy was already munching on the bread before the former could snatch it back. “Fuck you.”

Bokuto grinned, “You said you were limiting your carbo!”

“I didn’t say you could still take it!” he retorted, huffing while Haru sniggered from beside him. Both Bokuto and Kuroo were also in military uniforms which gave you the conclusion that it was how they met Haru and had gotten close to him. You weren’t really surprised since they gave off the vibe of having the same humor and interests in life.

The tattooed guy had an arm around you as you sat at the edge of the bench in front of Alisa who asked, “So, how did you come here?”

You acknowledged her friendly smile in return. “Um, I actually came with,” you paused, considering if it was even right to call the other group ‘your friends’ after feeling ostracized some few days ago, “I came here with some people from my school. We kinda just ended up surviving together by fate.”

You happened to have spotted the other group from three tables away and you honestly wished you hadn’t because you could see Rin not paying attention to whatever story Atsumu was telling them because he was busy staring daggers at you. What was his problem? He already had Sophia sitting on his lap. There was no need to look so cold and demeaning towards you.

“I’m guessing they’re the people from your school?” Alisa chimed in, following your gaze as you snapped out of your staring contest with Suna.

Responding with a mere nod, Haru squeezed your shoulder to distract you. “Alisa, don’t you know Y/N’s my ex?”

Oh, God. “Haru,” you shyly elbowed his gut, to which he chuckled to.

Alisa’s eyes sparked in humor. “The cheerleader?”

Now that earned a cackle out of you as you turned to Haru to playwith his messy undercut. “You still talk about Naori, huh?"

He was quick to deliver his defense, “No, I just mentioned her once,” turning back to Alisa, he reminded, “I meant the other one. The cute innocent ex, but not so innocent in—”

“Hey!” You covered his mouth, watching his suppressed chuckle while your cheeks were limned with a red tint. It was crazy how Haru never changed despite the colossal impact of the deadly outbreak.

“Rin, where are you going?” Hearing Sophia’s voice stole your attention as she ran after Suna who darted away from their table in obvious aggravation.

Today was for the first time in four months where you’ve barely paid him any attention and you weren’t particularly sure if he still deserved it in the first place. He didn’t need you now that Sophia was around so you chose not to feel concerned even if the lack of interaction bugged you. You missed him, of course you did, but your newfound pride had you keeping your distance from him and it was surprisingly very freeing.

“Yo.” Turning your attention back to the new group, your eyes widened at the sight of Atsumu greeting everyone else as if they were his best of friends. To add to that, the guy had a stupid simper on his face to match his hubris. “What's up, Y/N's new friends? The name’s Atsumu Miya.”

Lev, who was sitting next to Kenma, was gasping at the sight of the twins. “Woah, woah! There’s two of them?”

Osamu showed himself from behind his blond twin, scratching the back of his head before timidly introducing himself. “Osamu Miya,” he spoke, towering over everyone next to his brother.

“Twins amaze me so much, bro! They're like clones,” Bokuto delighted. “Must be hard for your mom, though. She had to stay pregnant for eighteen months.”

What even... The perplexed look that the guy earned from everyone else was almost comical but you tried not to laugh.

Atsumu, however, did not shy away from guffawing. “Yo, I found my guy! I like ‘ya already!”

With a quick handshake and an instant connection, you agreed that the two dumbass really clicked. Perhaps Bokuto was the Atsumu of the group while Kuroo was their Osamu. Either way, while Atsumu found his new set of friends with the two guys, Osamu and Haru nodded at each other in acknowledgment.

“Good to see you here,” was Osamu’s first greeting, standing at the corner of the table with hands in his pockets. “Life’s a mess, huh?”

Haru agreed, "A fucking mess. I witness people turn into zombies every single day. Who thought we'd have to live a real-life Walking Dead episode?"

"It's not just an episode for sure." The grey-haired twin smirked, shaking his head in dismay.

It was pretty nice to see them getting along even if they weren't really close in high school. Since the population had decreased into an alarming amount, you knew Osamu simply appreciated seeing someone from his hometown. If only Akari was still alive, she would have been here with you talking about how crazy this life was and how she wished that you could all just turn back time and be high school kids again.

Unfortunately, your only closest friend died after she committed suicide the moment she contracted the virus. It was sacrificial in a sense because she did it so as not to harm her family further, but in the end, all of Akari's family had died, too.

The apocalypse gave no mercy to anyone and that was a great reminder of how your life was never in your hands.

Curfews were heavily imposed in the camp where by 10 PM, everyone must return to their cabins because the military were strict with their rules to ensure law and order within the base. One thing they were less likely to deal with was for chaos to ensue in a place that was meant to be a safe shelter so everyone was expected to abide by the rules. You want to survive? Follow orders. Otherwise, you were welcome to become a part of the zombie food chain outside.

They had communal bathrooms in the camp and Alisa was nice enough to offer you some of her clothes that you could use. By then, you took a quick shower to clean the dried up blood on your foot where the Z had previously latched on to and double-checked the area to ensure that you weren't infected. Thankfully, the hot water coming from the shower allowed you to use it as a warm compress for your swollen ankle. It was still painful, but now bearable.

Nonetheless, you still limped when you made your way back to your cabin, halting by the door after you've heard the guys' voices coming from inside. It was 9:45 PM and they should be in their cabins by now.

"Asher's not in this camp," you heard Kita say, "I'm pretty sure Y/N's not gonna wish to stay here for long."

"I might not be able to come with you guys," Aran added, "they asked me to join the troop. I've got no other choice."

It was followed by a groan from Sophia, "Hold on, don't tell me you guys will go with her? Are you kidding me?" and then a pause, "You can't risk yourselves out there trying to be some kinda superhero when we're already safe here. Use your brains!"

"I don't know..." That was Osamu. "I'd personally feel bad if I left her to find Asher by herself. It's not safe and she would need our help. She's been through so much."

Sophia huffed in utter disbelief. "So, what? It's her duty to find her own brother, not yours. I'm telling you guys, you should just... Like, why do you guys even bother? She isn't part of our circle. She can die tomorrow for all I care. I'm not letting you guys leave."

Your nails were digging deep on your palm until they left crescent marks on your plump flesh. It wasn't the fact that Sophia's words hurt you. It was the fact that what she was saying was true. You appreciated that the guys were considering to help you in finding Asher, but you would risk their lives for dragging them along. Your own guilt would only eat you alive. They have already done their part at bringing you here alone, everything else was a journey you'd have to go on your own.

"Don't fucking... You're being so mean right now." Surprisingly, the orotund voice came from Rintarou. You couldn't be wrong. "Don't think I forgot how you wanted to leave her at the house."

"Yeah, what's the deal with that?" Atsumu egged on.

"I'm not talking to you," Sophia directed that question to the blond twin.

Then Kita's voice came back, "You guys, let's just—”

"I made a promise with her," Suna cut him off, announcing the pact that you two agreed to. A pact that you thought he had long forgotten.

"You broke your promise with me while you can't break your stupid promise with her?" His girlfriend then questioned in growing irritation. "Why don't you choose now? Her or me?"

"Sophia—"

She insisted, "Her or me?"

"You. Always you."

You should have already expected his answer and yet the burning feeling in your chest ignited flames of infinite pain within you. Between you and Sophia, he had always picked her. It was her. Even when he was alone with you, Sophia was the first choice and Sophia would also be the last.

You were growing tired of the heartache that you constantly have to receive whenever you were around him and you were beginning to lose your sense of purpose. Loving Rintarou Suna was directionless, hopeless, and unrequited in itself. The only thing you should worry about at this point was Asher, so you gathered the remaining pride you had in your system to walk inside the cabin and ignore their presence as you paced towards your bunk bed.

If their eyes followed your every move, you no longer cared. Between the eight bunk beds inside the cabin, you were glad that Sophia was at least two beds away so it was easy for you to lay in bed with your back facing them. Your mind was blocking off every sound. An unusual silence overcame the group.

Until it was followed by footsteps approaching you closer. No, not Rintarou, please. Your chest heaved as your eyes remained shut, the footsteps ceased and the next thing you knew, a blanket was neatly placed over your body. The fabric hugged you with the kind of warmth that was enough to suffice the icy pricks in your heart.

Only, when you looked up, you saw Haru's smile when he sat at the edge of your bed. "Just thought it'd get cold 'round here so I brought you a blanket. Good night."

"Good night, Haru."

Asher is safer in Aomori, they said. They have tall iron walls in there, they said. They have better supplies, weapons, and most of the doctors and medical personnels are sent there. As soon as another day began for you in the camp, you were greeted by reassurances from Kuroo and Alisa saying that your little brother would be secured in one of the safest, heavily guarded prefecture in all of Japan at this moment.

You've barely had any sleep last night with thoughts running through your head nonstop. You could deal with homesickness just fine, but thinking about pursuing Asher alongside the thought of your unrequited love for Suna was causing whirlwinds of emotion in your mind and in your heart.

For the rest of the day, you've avoided Suna.

You ignored him during breakfast. You walked past him during lunch. You did your best not to exchange eye contacts knowing that you would only succumb to his spell again and it would be harder for you to stick to your plan.

You couldn't back out now, not when you've already firmly decided for the sake of yourself and your brother.

Haru was kind enough to discreetly give you the map that you asked for before you joined them in the campfire as the group exchanged tales of their experiences and rules to survival. Unsure if you considered yourself lucky, but by the time you sat on the log next to Alisa, Bokuto and Atsumu were already talking about nonsensical things.

"I fuckin' swear I saw a werewolf last night," Atsumu indulged, gaining Lev and Bokuto's interest. The rest of you were just listening to how ridiculous he sounded.

"It's just a dog," Osamu clarified to his twin, "don't be fucking ridiculous. This isn't Teen Wolf."

Kuroo cleared his throat in amusement, "Now going with that logic, this isn't The Walking Dead either but here we are now."

"I miss Netflix, man," Akaashi lamented with Alisa humming in agreement.

"Okay, okay. Just listen to my werewolf story first!" Atsumu whined as Kita shook his head out of secondhand embarrassment. "Remember what they said about werewolves having heightened senses and all that stuff?"

Suna grinned from where he was seated, visibly gassing him up, "No shit?"

"Yes shit," Atsumu continued, "I saw this wolf-like dog, right? Then a few minutes after it disappeared, I came across this guy last night saying that he could hear my bullshit from a hundred meters away. I was like, are you a werewolf, bro?"

Jesus Christ. You didn't come here for this stupid shit.

The guys, on one hand, erupted into roaring snorts that made you chuckle a little. It felt good to laugh again and just simply forget about the millions of problems that you were keeping to yourself. For a moment, you enjoyed the positive atmosphere and the heat coming from the bonfire as you snuggled on your sweater. You felt warm and content, listening to their voices mixing with the susurration of leaves.

That was until your line of sight lingered to the guy across from you. Suna, whose arm was wrapped around his girlfriend, was also planting a kiss on her temple saying flowery words to let her know just how loved she was by him. You said to yourself that it shouldn't hurt anymore. This had been a typical scene between the three of you for the last four years, but how come your heart was still being squeezed inside of your chest? How come the pain just never stops?

Because seeing Suna and Sophia nestling on each other was a sight for sore eyes, you chose to leave.

Your limping feet carried you away from the campfire to look for the only possible guy that treated you with the affection you yearned for. You found him at the smoking area, nodding in acknowledgment as soon as he saw you approaching closer. Standing by his side, he withdrew a cigarette stick from the pack and tapped the filter against the carton before placing it between his lips.

“You alright?” he asked, noticing your troubled expression.

You dismissed any of your obvious fret. “I think I’m going with my plan. Whatever happens, just know that I’m very thankful for you.”

Haru took a long drag from the cigarette before blowing it into thin air, “Y/N, if only I can—”

“No, it’s fine,” you cut him off before he could continue, “Just be safe, Haru. That’s enough.”

He had his arms wrapped around your body for a soothing embrace, later planting a kiss on your forehead. You would have melted on the spot if he was Rin but receiving such affection from Haru was like a band-aid to a broken heart. It doesn’t completely fix it, but just conceals it from further abrasions that it could receive.

As he remained hugging you, you took the opportunity to steal the cigarette from his grasp and sucked the air out of the filter. A grey puff of smoke crawled out of your lips as you released the deadly air from your lungs. There was a menthol aftertaste, similar to the one Suna has, and it only directed your thoughts back to him.

Everything directed you back to him even when your band-aid of a man was right here.

But he was peeled right off your embrace, only to see the man who caused your broken heart glaring at you while snatching the cigarette stick off your hand.

"S-Suna." Your eyes wide, your mouth parted—you watched him pull you close as he shot Haru a look of warning before throwing the cigarette to the ground. You didn’t expect to see him going out of his way to separate you and Haru at all.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with her?" His fox eyes glowered right through your ex boyfriend's soul.

In spite of that, Haru gave a menacing laugh. "Hugging my ex or letting her smoke? Be clear. She's free to do what she wants." He then placed his hands in his pockets, unfazed by Suna's glare.

“I think you should back off.”

“I think you should mind your business.”

Suna huffed in clear distaste, “I think you should mind who you’re talking to.”

“Don’t need to,” Haru—still unbothered and nonchalant—merely shrugged in response. “Why don’t you go back to Sophia and play your little games with her?”

With the way Rintarou balled his fists, you knew where this conversation was heading to and you just wanted to get out of it. You didn't want to cause a scene, especially in a camp that welcomed you with open arms so the least you could do was prevent any confrontation.

"Haru, I'll just..." You sent him an apologetic look, pulling Suna with you. "I'll talk to you later."

Despite the look of protest in Haru's eyes as you walked away with Suna, you ended up trudging further into the woods but not too far from the main camp. Just enough to be away from earshot before you faced Suna with a heavy, weary sigh. It was now or never.

"Rin, what is wrong with you?" Your brows creased as you locked your gaze on his amber orbs. "Haru's my friend. I can talk to him if I—"

"Friend," he ridiculed, shaking his head at the word he believed was absurd. "First you wanted to 'be with Osamu', now you're leeching off that guy? Your fucking ex? What is wrong with you? Do you plan to be with every guy you see?"

In the long agonizing years that you've unconditionally loved Rintarou, you have never felt an ounce of rage towards him. You resented that he unintentionally did things to hurt you, but never did you really truly get angry with him because you were stupidly in love. Your love for him outgrew any bitterness that you had inside and it was one of the reasons why you had a hard time at letting go.

But with his accusatory eyes, his sharp hypocritical words, and his blatant disregard for your feelings—maybe you have reached your peak. Perhaps you really have grown tired of him, because the only emotions that he summoned out of you now were the 7 years worth of frustration.

“How dare you,” your voice came out shaky as your tears were threatening to spill. Nothing could stop your heart from breaking in half. “How fucking dare you, Suna! You push me around, treat me like a fucking toy, and disregard my feelings over and over like you’re having fun with it because nothing else matters except for Sophia. You made me insecure about myself, you made me feel like...” tears left your eyes as you struggled, “made me feel so low that I started to believe that no one could love me. For seven years, I have only ever loved you, Rin. Seven fucking years. Others would have simply given up!”

Even as his eyes softened and his stance shifted from his previous hostility, you were far too absorbed by the intensity of your emotions because the gravity of your pain was now all falling down at you like an asteroid destroying everything into fragments as it lands.

You didn’t let him speak, you didn’t listen to his subtle call for your name.

You sobbed because it hurt and you finally wish to free yourself from being a prisoner to his existence. “I’m so tired, Rin,” you muttered, wiping your eyes while your lips quivered. “I’m so tired. I know that I’ll still end up loving you no matter what but I think this is where I should finally put an end to my own delusions. You have Sophia and I know you love her and I... I was just... some kinda temporary replacement while she was gone. I accept that now.” Blinking the tears away only made you form new ones. “All I ever did was love you, Rin. Even if it hurts me. Even if I experience pain just to see you smile. But if I can go back in time, I wish I never met you so I won’t have to hurt this much.”

“Y/N...” He tried to grab your wrist, holding on to you as if he wanted to fix your brokenness, but you knew better not to fool yourself anymore. You weren’t meant for him and he was definitely not meant for you.

“Thank you for saving my life that day,” you said, withdrawing your hand away from him. The gloss in your eyes blurred your vision. “I don’t know if I can repay you for that, but one last thing I can offer is to let you go.” You were numb, because for all its worth, letting go was even more painful than loving him. However, this was your only option and giving up on him would be purgative in the end. His eyes told you that he knew that, too. “You found Sophia now and I wish you a happy life with her. I-I wish someday I’ll find someone who can... who can love me that much too, but from now on, I will no longer expect it from you. I don’t wanna burden myself with this pain anymore.”

While his feet were stuck from the sensory overload he was experiencing from your breakdown, you were the one who initiated to walk away. For your sake. For his. Giving him one last look as he stood between the tall forest trees under the fuliginous skies, this was your good bye.

And perhaps the last time you’d ever see Rintarou Suna in this lifetime.

Suna couldn’t sleep last night after he heard those words from you.

The image of you breaking down was engraved in his mind, leaving a void in his heart—a hollowness that would seem to remain until he learned how to grasp what his overwhelming feelings meant to him whenever you were at a close proximity.

He didn’t mean to snap at you. He didn’t know why he did so, but seeing you with Haru tugged at his heart until he could no longer think straight. Suna was aware of how irrational he was, but he didn’t expect that you would breakdown after years of loving him.

It was the amalgam of guilt, frustration, remorse, and agitation that led him to run up to your cabin the first thing in the morning. He wanted to apologize and talk to you because his stupid self didn’t get the chance to speak last night because of his cowardice.

He wanted to right his wrongs.

“Y/N?” he called, peeking inside the empty cabin. It looked like most of the girls, including Sophia, had left for a morning bath. Were you with them, too?

“Sunarin,” unfortunately did not come from you. He turned around to face Kita and Osamu who were both seemingly gauging on his reaction. “She’s not there.”

Suna couldn’t explain the rapid beat of his heart. “Where’s she?”

Osamu sighed, eyes full of fret. “She left the camp.”

Unsure if he heard that right or he was just strongly in denial. He was having a hard time processing the information in his head because he wasn’t prepared for this.

You left.

For the first time in his life, Rintarou finally understood what it was like to see his whole world shattering before him.

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Love Is The Biggest Spell : Chapter Five

A/N : Chapter five is here. This chapter should have been posted on Halloween lol but never mind. Hope you like this chapter. Feedbacks and suggestions are always welcome.

Pairing : Warlock Tom Holland x half mortal reader

Summary : Witches are forbidden to fall in love with mortals. But what if your long lost love returns to you as a mortal, can you defy your heart? Any spell any magic seems useless in front of the magic of love. Let’s join our lovers in their magical conquest beyond life and death as they fight for their love unravelling dark mysteries of the past along their way.

Warnings : mild language, witchy stuff.

Mini Playlist : Can't help falling in love with you

After you had your breakfast Tom drove you to college. You were walking to your classroom.

"Y/N!" You heard the voice you despise the most right now call out to you. You didn't look back and quickened your pace.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N hey wait please." Cole ran to you grasping your wrist.

"Leave my hand, Cole!" You yanked your hand away from him.

"Y/N just listen to me for once I can explain." he pleaded.

"What more do you have to explain, Cole? That you were making out with me but magically it turned out to be someone else."

"Yeah exactly."

"Cole can you just stop now. I'm not going to judge your life choices but I hope you enjoyed sucking her mouth."

"Y/N please you can't do this to me."

"Umm mate I think Y/N made it quite clear that she doesn't want to talk to you." Tom intervened.

"Listen dude let's just not pretend that this isn't the best day of your life. So please stay out of this"

"Cole! You can’t talk to him like that.”

"A guy showed you a little affection for one night and now he is the good guy. So typical of you Y/N." you were literally hurt by his words.

"You know what Cole? I was actually thinking of forgiving your not so sorry ass but now I'm so over that thought, we are done for good Cole!"

"C'mon Tom let's go." You stormed off dragging Tom with you by his wrist to the library.

You slumped down on the seat as Tom took the opposite seat to you

"I can't believe Cole would say that! I'm an attention seeker? Seriously?!" You seethed.

"How did you guys even fall in love?" Tom asked out of courtesy though he had no interest in knowing that.

"You know childhood best friends it was like we owed to date each other." you shrugged.

"Maybe we can do something to divert your attention?"

"And what is that?"

"Finish our assignment I guess that's still pending."

"Seriously?" you gave a disinterested look.

"What? That is much better than talking about your douchebag boyfriend, ex boyfriend"

"Yeah maybe some witchy stuff can help keep me distracted." you walked to the shelves and pulled out some books and placed them on the desk with a loud thud. You picked up a book and were turning over some pages in a book and stumbled upon something as you frowned.

"What’s Dark Baptism?"

"Huh oh it's a sort of ceremony. The Dark Baptism is the most sacred, unholy sacrament the witches practiced for centuries. The oldest of their rites. A novice witch signs his or her name in the Book of the Beast, and gives the Dark Lord dominion over their soul and in exchange he gives them unlimited power and eternal youth." Tom explained.

"Huh what’s the use of such powers if I have to give up my freedom of will?" you scoffed.

"It’s the only one of several possible interpretations, see like all religions have symbolic gestures and demand sacrifices right?"

"Signing the Book of the Beast is more like a pledge to abide by the devil's commandments."

"But the Dark Lord aka Satan is the embodiment of evil." You state. Tom corrects you immediately.

"As per texts he is the embodiment of free will and that he goes beyond the mere concepts of good and evil and the infernal punishment of the "False God"."

"So what about Hell?" you ask.

"If you accept the Dark Lord's gifts, then you won't die for a long time and Hell is for mortals. In exchange for their service and devotion, witches are exempt from the eternal flames of damnation." Tom explains.

"That's some crazy ass bullshit." You laugh it off.

"But you seem to have quite in-depth knowledge about these things. Do you happen to practice witchcraft in secret?" you narrowed your eyes.

"Maybe, who knows" he shrugs." Why are you so invested in knowing all this?" he counter questioned you.

"Nothing just general curiosity that's it." You shrug.

"General curiosity or is it about the visions or nightmares whatever you have." Tom smirked.

"Who-who told you.." You stutter.

"Jane told Harrison and he told me."

"Those are just some stupid dreams that's all."

"Or may be not, maybe you are a psychic or a witch "

“Ha ha very funny.”

"Okay leave all that." Tom cleared his throat.

"Hey I know it would be really inappropriate for me to ask you. You know you can totally say no."

''Hey it's okay we are friends now c'mon spill it out." you held his hand reassuringly.

"Umm my mother seems to have liked you a lot the day you stopped by our house and wants me to invite you to our Halloween party. It's kind of a spooky themed business gala. "

"Your mother likes me or you?" you narrowed your eyes with a sly smirk.

"No I swear my mom told me to invite you." Tom flustered.

"Okay then tell your mom that I would love to go."

"Oh thanks." Tom’s eyes lit up like a child.

"And by the way if you want me to be your date just ask." You winked.

"It's - it's nothing like that." he stuttered.

"Relax anyways I'm single now." you giggled.

"So what are you divs doing?" Harrison dropped in between your conversation.

"Nothing just getting ready for my dark baptism." You chuckled though Harrison gave a mortified look as he exchanged glances with Tom. Who shook his head dismissively to let him know he hasn't said anything.

“Uh okay..have you seen Jane anywhere?"

"Why do you also need some attention?" You joked lazily placing a hand on Harrison's shoulder and instantly backed off with a light gasp.

"You okay?" Harrison asked looking at your horrified expression.

"Yeah, yeah I'm-I’m fine." you stammered blinking your eyes.

"I'll go and find Jane." You walked away huskily.

…….........

Agatha and Zendaya visited a farm to purchase a black goat to be used for sacrifice during your dark baptism in the woods.

"What is on your mind mother? A few days ago you wanted that half breed dead but now you are here arranging for her dark baptism. I don't understand any of this."

"Well you three failed in your task and I'm grateful to Satan for that this time because I recently found out she is the key to perform the spell by which our coven will gain infinite powers."

"What spell?"

"For now you don't need to know more than this. Just remember that girl needs to be protected."

…………..

It's 31st of October and you are officially 25. You were at the cafe as Jane came in all bubbly and chirpy.

“Happy Birthday babe!!!” Jane exclaimed, giving you a tight hug.

“Thank you babe.” Tom and Harrison dropped in after sometime.

“Isn’t it your birthday day? Why the hell are you working today?”.

“Because it’s my birthday.”

"Well somebody has got the whole concept of birthday wrong." tom quipped.

“Here we brought something for you.” He placed a cake box on the table.

“Jane dear can you arrange this for us please.” Harrison asked her sweetly.

“Of Course will.”

“Seriously guys you didn’t have to do this.” Jane was quick to arrange the cake on a tray with some candles and placed it in front of you. You blow out the candles as they sing for you.

“Thank you so much guys.” your heart swelled in happiness.

“We would have loved to stay but we have another party to arrange so see you girls in the evening.” Harrison said.

“I'll pick you up at seven.” Tom informed you softly.

“Will be waiting.” You smiled. After they left you turned to Jane.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah what?"

"What do you know about Harrison? Apart from he's a sex God. His family and life." you snickered.

"Umm they are rich, business partners with the Hollands. Loves his mom and sister a lot. Why?"

"Nothing, you are my best friend just don't want you to fall for the wrong guy. I finally learnt my lesson. Heh." You chuckled slowly.

“Don’t worry babe if he does something bad I’ll give you the privilege of kicking his ass.” She laughed and went to the back of the shop.

Now how will you tell her that when you touched him you had one of your stupid visions. You saw blood, pentacles, human skulls, it felt so inauspicious the darkness engulfing you. Your eyes went to the blown out birthday candles and you suddenly remembered about the night where the candle caught fire on it’s own. Then you recalled Tom saying that you may be psychic and you suddenly got the idea of testing the fact.

"This is all a hoax, I'm not psychic nor a witch. I was drunk and was seeing things." you said to yourself and took a deep breath.

"Well here goes to nothing." You focused on them but nothing happened.

"Huh, definitely a hoax" you blew out your cheeks and turned to do your work. But when you turned around again to your surprise each and every candle was lit up magically. You exhaled deeply, frowning.

……………

Reaching home you went to your room and saw a big gift box kept on your bed. You took the lid off the box to find an expensive black dress with a note.

Happy Birthday Y/N. Will be really happy if you wear this tonight. Love T. H

You smiled and held out the dress in front of you admiring it in the full length mirror in your room, it was the most exquisite thing you have ever seen. The soft silky fabric with intricate lace work was literal work of art. You changed into the dress and decided to let your hair down for tonight with minimal jewelry and makeup.

Meanwhile Tom and Harrison were getting ready in their finest tux for the gala and your baptism.

"You really gifted her the wedding dress."

"Well it's an important night for her she will be turning into a complete witch and hopefully her memories will come back after that." Tom said, fixing his cufflinks.

"You ready son?" Nikki walked into his room.

"Yes mother." Nikki could see in his eyes that something was bothering him.

"Don't worry I talked to your father and I will be presenting your dear Y/N for her baptism." Tom's eyes lit up hearing the news. It's usually the mother who presents her child for the baptism but your mother will not be able to attend it so the whole thing of who will be presenting you was bugging him for a while. And hearing that his mother is going to do that relieved him.

"Really mother! Thank you so much."

"I’m really happy that you’re finally going to be happy in your life son."

Tom was there to pick you up sharp at 7. You stepped out of your house as you saw him waiting for you leaning against his car. He couldn't take his eyes off you. You literally looked like an angel he thought.

"You look gorgeous, love."

"Thank you, you look surprisingly dapper too."

"Thank you."

"But you didn't have to buy me such an expensive dress. The whole night now I will be so self conscious of not ruining the dress."

"I will buy you a new one don't worry."

"Ha ha not happening again. Now let’s go"

He opened the door of the car for you as you sat inside the car. You reached his place in an hour and stepped out of the car holding his hand as he led you inside.

You walked into the ballroom and your breath was caught at the grandeur. You’d never been in a space that made you feel so small–or so plain. Crystal chandeliers spiraled down from the arching sky-blue ceiling, illuminating the glimmering golden walls and a floor so polished it looked like an iced-over lake. And it wasn’t just the ballroom–the women sparkled like a box of jewels, shades of emerald and ruby and amethyst swirling before you, their low chatter accompanying wafts of rose and hyacinth and jasmine.

"Whoa dude am I supposed to be a part of this gala? I mean just look at all the people around." you gave out a nervous laugh.

"You were always supposed to be here Y/N."

You are immediately greeted by Jane and Harrison.

“Hey you made it!” Jane hugged you and your dress caught her eyes.

“Damn girl now that’s a one of a kind ball gown.” She giggled as you blushed.

“Only for the one of a kind girl.” Tom snickered.

You, Tom, Harrison and Jane then hit the dance floor, slow music playing.

Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you

You clasped on to his hand placing another hand on his shoulder blade as he did the same. You began moving back and forth waltzing around the ballroom. Spinning and circles and shuffling your feet to the slow, rhythmic music. It was paradise, but even more so when your eyes met.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you

His eyes were chocolate brown, which made your knees buckle and your lips quiver. He narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a small chuckle. Your dress was getting in the way and your heels were making you clumsy or you were actually clumsy around him. He noticed your discomfort and changed his stance making it easier for you to follow. His grip tightened on your hand giving it a comforting squeeze making your heart skip a beat.

Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes

You swayed to the music, bodies so close, his hand still grasping yours. This was perfect as if time stood still, your gaze filled with burning desires as he looked down to your slightly parted lips. Tom was trying to get a read on you as you looked at you longingly. You could feel your cheeks burning and you knew you're blushing on the outside which only made his smile grow wider.

Some things are meant to be So take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you For I can't help falling in love with you

He dropped your hand but before you could frown he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your body even more closer. His kind, smiling face met yours as you felt his sweet, warm breath fanning your face. Your breath hitched all that brooding, pining and longing stares just for this magical moment. Out of instinct you tilted your face a little, closing your eyes. But instead Tom knelt down to your ear and whispered.

“Parere mandatis meis.” You opened your eyes with a vacant gaze as if someone robbed you of your emotions and reasoning. You stood there like a living statue.

"Y/N now listen to me carefully you are going to do whatever I say okay?"

"Yes." You nodded in a mechanical fashion. Agatha walked towards you.

"Is she ready?"

"Yes Lady Layman”

"Good then bring her to the altar."

“Was the hypnosis necessary?”

“You got a better idea to make your non believer half witch willingly go through her baptism?” Agatha quipped.

“No” He answered lowly.

“Then bring her outside fast midnight is approaching, the blood moon will appear soon.” She ordered.

The party moves outside, where the moon is at its fullest and begins to turn red. With midnight approaching, everyone rushes off into the woods. Tom took you to a gate burning with blue flames, you pass through the blue flames unharmed and arrive at your baptism, where the Holland's, Osterfield's, Layman's, and many other important delegates are in attendance.

"All this grandeur for a half breed's baptism, how pathetic is that?" Zendaya quipped, rolling her eyes.

The priest assigned for your baptism arrived at the altar.

"Welcome daughter of Night"

"Who presents this girl for unholy baptism?" He reckons.

"I do." Nikki states.

"We are gathered here in these woods in the presence of our dark lord, with all the souls, the living and the dead, of our coven

the most unholy church of dark." He addresses.

"Kneel child." You kneel in front of him in your trance.

The priest smears blood over your forehead and read you your rights and demands your loyalty.

"There is no law beyond. Do what thou wilt." He states.

"Our dark lord asks -

" Would you like to be happy child, to be free?"

"Free to love and to hate? To be what nature meant you to be, true to her laws and yourself only?" you stay numb Tom takes the initiation.

"Say yes Y/N."

"Yes, father." You say as you were told.

"Do you believe in Lucifer, the archangel, who preferred the loss of Heaven to that of his pride?"

"Yes, father."

"In exchange for this belief, you shall be granted powers that will enable you to be of service to the dark lord."

"Y/N Warren are you willing to forsake the path of light and follow the path of night wherever it may lead you?"

"I am"

"And are you willing to place our dark lord above all others in your life, be it your loved ones, friends, family." you pause for a moment but under the hypnosis spell even if you wanted to but you couldn't make your own decisions.

"I ...am"

"Then it's time to sign his book." The weather started to deteriorate as strong winds started to blow and thunder rumbling at a distance could be heard.

Meanwhile at your home your mother was turning restless with the sudden change in the weather she ran to your Aunt Rose's room.

"Rose what's happening?"

"It's about time Martha." Rose says coldly.

"What do you mean? Where is Y/N?" Martha panicked.

"Don't worry she will be fine but for some people this is the beginning of their end"

"Mom what's happening?" Erica came running too.

"Oh Erica you are here can you fetch me the ancestral calcified bowl." Erica did as she was told.

"Martha give me the ashes of Amber." She handed over a bottle of ash as Rose poured it in the bowl. She lit the candles around the bowl with her magic and chanted.

"Here and now

I evoke the elemental force of Fire

the flames of creativity and passion

dancing source of heat, light and life.

I seek the flowing forge within

I call you forth to burn away

All that impedes my highest vision

And to enact change in the world

Lightning and hearth

Hearth and forge

Fire, I call thee hence"

Rose focused on the ashes in the bowl as flames erupted in it.

"Y/N wake up, recognize your true self"

“Phasmatos Incendia Ignis absumet Ignarious. Ignarious! Ignarious Ignalusa”

Meanwhile you were standing at the altar and an ancient book was kept open on the flat stone in front of you. The priest took a knife and made an incision on your hand as a drop of blood flowed down from the cut on the page. Tom was behind you as the priest signalled him to proceed; he took your hand with the pen to sign your name in the book. Just when you were about to sign the Dark Lord’s Book of the Beast with your blood, Rose's invocation ritual broke the hypnosis spell on you and you were snapped out of your trance. The fog that clouded your mind got lifted as you felt light headed. It took awhile for you to process what was happening around you.

"You swear to obey without any question any order you may receive from tHe dark lord, or from any figure He placed in authority over you."

"In signing you swear to give your mind, body, and soul unreservedly to the furtherance of the designs of our lord satan." The priest went on.

"No!!" You yanked your hand away from Tom's grasp.

"What do you mean no child?" the priest frowned.

"Who are you? Where the hell am I?!" You looked around in confusion.

"Tom what's going on? Where's Jane?!" you look at him with panic stricken eyes.

"Y/N,love, listen to me this is for your own good just complete the ritual"

"Is this some kind of Halloween prank because it's not funny."

"You think you are sick with some neural disease that is why you can't feel warmth. Y/N don't you understand that you are not human." Tom tried to make you understand.

“Tom why are you so up to prove that I’m some sort of psychic?”

''You are a smart girl Y/N don't tell me the visions you get doesn't seem real? That you didn't light up a candle just by focusing your mind on it." agatha quipped.

"You are a half witch Y/N magic runs in your blood and to reach your full potential you have to submit to our Dark Lord"

"Whatever I maybe there is another path for me. A third way. And even if there isn't, my name is Y/N Warren, and I will not sign it away!" you stated.

"If you don't complete the ritual then you have to face the wrath of the dark lord." Agatha warned.

"The only thing I'm gonna do is to get away from you jackass people."

The coven tries to stop you from escaping as everyone chanted in unison.

“Crescere arbor”

While you attempt to escape you become entangled in magical possessed vines which held you to your place.

"Why can't I move?" you struggled to free yourself.

"You're not leaving unless and until you complete the ritual."

Suddenly the stone of your antique necklace starts glowing, emitting a reddish orange aura which just grew in intensity as time passed blinding your eyes. A sudden rage started to grow inside trying to burst out.

Your body was shaking imminently as the blazing inferno coursing inside you was becoming too much for your body to handle. You forced your eyes open and a chill ran down the spines of everyone present for the ceremony. You irises appeared like burning coals of fire.

They flashed with anger, a burning animosity growing in your amber orbs. Tom couldn't recognize you anymore you appeared to be a totally different person.

Flares started erupting from your hands soon turning into flames ready to engulf anyone that came in your way. The flames spread to the magical vines holding you as they were burned into ashes setting you free. You gasped as you looked at your hands on fire.

"What's happening?! What did you guys do to me?!" You panicked.

"Y/N, love calm down. Just try to control it"

"I can't!!'' You growled

"I can help, just let me help you Y/N"

"No! Don't come near me." You warned with a hoarse voice. A ring of fire formed around you.

"Tom do something or she will burn down the whole forest." Harrison said in panic.

''You've nothing to fear no one will do you any harm."

"Just calm down and everything will be fine. Close your eyes and focus, love"

You closed your eyes taking in measured breaths trying to calm yourself. It worked as the raging inside you dissipated. Your hands were no more on fire.

"Suctus Incendia" everyone chanted in unison and the fire died down.

You on the other hand felt weak and drained out as you collapsed on the ground unconscious.

…………………………………………………………………..

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ana de armas, cis female, she/her — whenever i see alba rivas meandering down agnes street la escalera by pablo alborán starts to play inside my head. maybe it is the vibe they give off. bullet journals, colorful dresses, hairstyles with bandanas ; you know ? artistic impressions is what keeps them interested in agnes. i heard they are a thirty-three year old teacher at bright future. they look like the kind of person who would make you do a vision board.

hi again, it’s ella again. okay so i had cameron (the lily james) but tbh she’s a new muse and right now i don’t have the brain to develop a muse from scratch but i still want to write and that’s why i decided to bring alba, one of my oldest muses. i’m so happy to give her a new home and i can’t wait for her to meet all of your characters.

basics

NAME: alba carolina rivas borges

NICKNAME: al, albie

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: boca raton, florida

DATE OF BIRTH: april 19, 1988

AGE: thirty-thirty

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

OCCUPATION: teacher at bright future

background

tw: illness, cheating

CHILDHOOD

her story starts between cuba and spain. her mother, carolina, fled from cuba and her father immigrated from spain with no friends or family and only with a few dollars. the two newcomers were matched by fate and just a year later they welcomed their daughter, alba.

two years later, a son completed the rivas family. they didn’t have much and often had to deal with homesickness and many times they considered moving to spain, but eventually they decided to stay.

it was a big change for both julián and carolina. he used to work as a lawyer back in spain and carolina had almost graduated from med school. now in the united states they both had to start from zero.

her mother traveled an hour from boca raton to palm spring every day where she worked cleaning those luxurious houses. her father got his credentials to become a spanish teacher and taught in the local high school.

alba always knew she didn’t have much. she grew up going with her mom to those huge houses and from a young age she understood what wealth could buy. however, alba never envied those who had a lot more than her. in fact, her childhood best friend was the girl that lived in the house her mother cleaned. the two were inseparable.

ADOLESCENCE AND COLLEGE YEARS

alba excelled as a student. education was something her parents always deemed as important and so she made it her goal to make them proud.

she earned a spot in a prestigious public high school. as a teenager, she was the model child. always listening to her parents, rarely giving them problems. she had an active social life, she went on a couple of dates and she was part of several groups.

these qualities eventually earned her a place at nyu. moving to new york was something she’d never considered. she liked florida, and her family were there but her parents convinced her that this would be a great opportunity and that she could comeback.

becoming a teacher was her ambition. she admired her father for doing it and she knew from a young age that she wanted to teach children.

to make ends meet, she got a job as a waitress and she really didn’t have a social life as she worked and studied full time. there was no time for friendship and even less time for dating.

it was during one day at work that she met someone that changed her life. she met another student while she was working who asked her out but she refused, however, he came back and did the same thing every night until one day she finally accepted.

one date turned into two and then three until soon people couldn’t see one without the other. most people thought they wouldn’t last, their personalities and values were too different. he came from a wealthy family, the typical spoiled kid that was set to inherit his parents’ fortune someday, the one that always featured on page six with a different woman every night. meanwhile, alba came from a working-class family, daughter of immigrants who always had to work to get what she had in life. despite the skepticism, they proved everyone wrong.

at twenty-two, alba graduated with a degree in early childhood education and began working as a teacher.

ADULTHOOD

her relationship with this guy (i dont have a name for him lmao) was better than ever and after dating for three years, he proposed and alba said yes as she was convinced she’d found her other half.

however, not everything was perfect. his family didn’t like her and things only got worse after they got engaged. the couple married only a year later. they left new york and moved to florida where they bought one of those houses alba always had dreamed to have and the best part is that they were neighbors with her childhood best friend.

but all good things must come to an end, and soon her fairytale turned into a nightmare. the relationship with her in-laws was awful which eventually caused tension in their marriage. they began to fight more often and he started to spend more time at his office than at home. however, she was determined to make their marriage work, a love like theirs couldn’t end like this, she wouldn’t allow it.

tw cheating: one day, alba returned to their home early and what she saw was heartbreaking. there he was, in bed with none other but her childhood best friend. heartbroken, alba refused to accept any of his excuses and immediately filed for divorce, to the joy of her in-laws. end of tw.

after her divorce, alba moved to california where she started a year course at stanford. she planned to stay there but that when she received news from home.

tw illness: her father was very sick, and her parents had decided to move to islebury, rhode island. without anything holding her back, she packed up her stuff and moved here as well so she could help her mother with her dad. end of tw.

she’s been living here for three years now and works as a teacher at bright future.

personality

She has the ability to see the good in almost anyone or anything and tends to sympathize with even the most unfriendly person. She often hides the extreme depth of feelings from her, even from herself, until circumstances elicit a passionate response.

She has a deep sense of idealism that comes from a strong personal sense of right and wrong. She sees the world as a place full of possibilities and potentials and is governed by her intuition. She is quite reserved and is not easily manipulated.

She is a good listener and considerate, they try to care for and understand others in a deep way. She can be very calm and intuitive with the people around her, being able to search for hidden meanings in the actions and words of others.

Of course, all of life is not rosy and Alba is not exempt from suffering the same disappointments and frustrations that are common to others. She tends to be a perfectionist and often strives for personal ideals that can be exhausting or very difficult to obtain.

headcanons

she’s a bookworm. her favorite book is the persuasion by jane austen

she speaks fluent spanish

alba has a beautiful white persian cat named nube

she loves wearing bandanas in her hair

claims she’s allergic to strawberries, she’s not. she just hates them and that’s easier than explaining why

connections

Younger brother: I’m gonna make a wanted connection because I love this dynamic. He is two years younger than her and she adores him. She tries to stay in touch with him and in general, they are close.

Ex-best friend: they met as children and grew up together, they knew everything about the other. alba’s mother worked as a housekeeper and she used to go with her sometimes, that’s how they met. this person came from a different background, she lived in one of those expensive houses alba could only dream to own. their friendship was so strong that they even applied to the same university (although her friend was not accepted). alba considered this person as the sister she never had, but then she did the worst thing in the world, she slept with alba’s husband. they haven’t spoken since she found out.

Ex-husband: They divorced two years ago, after alba found out he had been cheating on her with her best friend. they met while she was a student at NYU and were together for three years before getting engaged and married. he comes from a wealthy family, the typical perfect american family. their relationship was never approved by his parents. she hasn’t spoken to him since the divorce.

Best Friendish: Okay, so this is a tricky one because her actual best friend turned into Judas and slept with her husband, but maybe this person is the closest she has to a best friend. she trusts this person and since her divorce, this is the only person that she has been able to speak without limitations.

Bad influence: Alba has never been one to go to many parties or even to drink, but this person is the only one that can convince her to have a good time.

Co-workers/Parents: She works as a teacher at bright future, maybe your character works there or their kids go/went there.

Neighbor: self-explanatory

Unlikely friendship: The two have different personalities, but somehow, both have managed to get along and form a weird friendship.

Hook ups: She’s not really the relationship kind bc she’s always busy but once in a while she hooks up with people ghdghdhgd (open to everyone)

Flirtationship: they act like friends, but cannot help to throw flirty looks or comments at each other.

Unrequited: It could go either way, I’m fine to plot it out. I’m an angst hoe sooo

Bad tinder date: after her divorce, her friends tried to set her up with someone but it didn’t go well. There was nothing wrong about her date, but she wasn’t ready and in the end it was a very uncomfortable situation for them.

One night stand: she was drunk, he/she was drunk too. They didn’t plan it but happened and now whenever they see each other in town it’s a bit awkward.

#agnesfm.intro

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Hi, i know that not many people like it but.. i really like the fics like enemies to lovers, something with bullying and ect. I just enjoy sad stuff that as time goes on it gets better. Like with the bullying, one is bullied, the other saves the day. Enemies to lovers, they hurt each other at first but then they heal the wounds. Lol this was long. I'm asking for those kind of fics.. if you don't want to answer i completely understand! Have a great day!

oh darling. listen. you are NOT alone. you are not. i love these fics and so does @londonfoginacup! i sent a screenshot of this ask to a gc when you first sent it talking about how i felt bad i wasn’t able to answer it right away, and emmu immediately said she could help. i didn’t look up anything myself from this rec, these are all ones emmu sent and outside of the...three maybe?...that i haven’t read, i cosign it! she even found some i read when i first joined the fandom and didn’t have an ao3 to save them to OR i had an ao3 and didn’t understand bookmarks yet. so basically, thank you for sending this, and here are the fics emmu recs and i say AMEN! i hope there’s some in here that are what you’re looking for that possibly you haven’t read yet.

they are kind of divided by enemies to lovers that ease into bullying fics as you go down the list, but to be honest i’m just sending them to you in the order that emmu sent them to me haha enjoy!!

Through a Mirror Dimly by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry

Louis Tomlinson, in his third year at university, does not expect nor want the roommate that is being assigned to his room.

Harry Styles, in his first year at university, has just been kicked out of one dorm and doesn't want to deal with yet another snobby, rich roommate.

They don't get along, and that's just how it is, until circumstances force them to reevaluate.

Driving On The Wrong Side, Thinking Of You by @dinosaursmate / dinosaursmate

“Marcel, darling, why don’t you take Louis to your room and play on your computer?”

Louis’ heart sunk. He would defend Marcel from an infinite amount of gay jokes but it didn’t mean he wanted to spend time with him. They didn’t exactly have anything in common.

“Um, okay,” Marcel said, sounding as reluctant as Louis and slightly miserable.

“If- if you want to.”

“Sure.”---Louis is the most popular guy in sixth form. Don't get the wrong idea, he's a good guy, and he absolutely won't stand for his friends teasing his neighbour, Marcel.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews / 100percentsassy and gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

feel so foolish by @juliusschmidt / juliusschmidt

Louis and his friends keep laughing at Harry; he's sure of it. But he's not sure why.

Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson / hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

Love Is a Kitten from Hell by youbeyou

Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he's terrified of being bullied again. Just when he's getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.

Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.

Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Loner or Lover? by @oops-lt / Vanniebean

An AU in which Harry is a junior who just moved to Doncaster and on his first day of school he makes the schools most popular and loved boy spill coffee on himself. Harry planned on going through high school under the radar, but that quickly changes when he bumps into Louis. Harry gets known to everyone else as the annoying kid who was "rude" to Louis, but to Louis himself, he's stuck on one question. Should he leave the boy as a loner, or become his lover?

Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by @angelichl /angelichl

"He hates this, more than anything in the world he hates this. His title, his rank, his DNA. Unchangeable. Fated.

And then there’s Harry, born to be unobjectively superior to Louis and all other O’s. Unlike other A’s, Harry doesn’t wear his alpha-ness very well. He’s clumsy with it, like walking around in a pair of shoes a size too big. His life is defined by uncertainty and tentativeness, and those are definitely not qualities alphas should have.

Sometimes, when Louis ponders it for too long, he thinks that maybe Harry resents being an A just as much as Louis resents being an O."

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen. Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

Make It Work by fanshae

Prompt: Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

Be with me so happily by @briannamarguerite / BriaMaria

Harry Styles may have had his doubts at first, but by the time the gates to the elephant sanctuary came into view he was one hundred percent positive. Louis Tomlinson hated his guts. Like hated, hated. Like loathed-him-on-sight hated.

From what Harry could tell, he hadn’t even done anything close to insulting enough to warrant the disdain that was Louis Tomlinson’s default expression whenever he looked at Harry. It really wasn’t fair. Especially since he’d been lusting after the man from the second he’d laid eyes on that pretty, pretty face with those pretty, pretty eyes.

Or ... the one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn't so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn't want to babysit his funder's spoiled lay-about son for two months]

say i hate you but i always stay by @liltinylouis / clicheanna

It was a nice thought, and he must have dozed off to it, because the next thing he was aware of was wet and cold.

Harry shot up in the bed. His hair was dripping, soaked curls hanging in front of his eyes. Droplets of water ran down his bare chest. The sheets and blanket were damp.

Louis stood next to the bed with a smug grin. In one hand he was holding an empty glass.

About thirty minutes later, Harry was parked outside the football pitch. Louis climbed out of the car, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

He waved at Harry and blew him a kiss as he walked away. Harry flipped him off.

Or the one where Harry hates Louis, he's almost sure Louis hates him, and they live together. Driving him to football practice everyday is not apart of Harry's plans, but Louis is pretty adamant if it means annoying Harry.

don’t believe me just watch by ariadne_odair

The thing is, Louis knows Harry’s name. Harry knows he does. Harry corrects him every time. Repeatedly. Politely. Slightly hysterically that time he’d walked in on Louis sucking a boy off in the toilets.

Uni AU were Harry strongly dislikes the footie captain that calls him Henry no matter how many times Harry corrects him and is unfairly gorgeous. Friends meet friends and somehow they end up alone at Niall's New Years Eve party. Louis says things he wouldn't sober. And do things.

Violets and Paper Airplanes by b0yfriendsinl0ve

Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole.

Leave Your Mark On Me by @fullonlarrie / FullOnLarrie

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

just you wait and see by Orphan Account

In which Harry mistakes Louis' flirting as an attempt to steal his job.

a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by @mediawhorefics / MediaWhore

“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

#happy fic rec anon #i swear you are next!#my fic rec #bullying #enemies to lovers #hope these help!!!#Anonymous #asks #mine

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Buster & Ava

Buster: What the fuck have I gotta lay the law down for? Ava: Oh, and a howdy to you too Buster: Start talking Buster: Mum is really pissing me off Ava: Welcome to the club Buster: Come on, I ain't got the time or the patience for this off you as well Ava: You ain't my lawyer and I don't want you present Ava: I know my rights Buster: For fuck's sake, someone give me a straight answer Ava: God, fine Ava: but this is NOT how I wanted to do this, let the record show Buster: It's out of your hands, yeah, noted Ava: I've got a new boyfriend and they're not happy Buster: What's that gotta do with me? Ava: I didn't tell you Ava: It's someone you know, alright Buster: Who? Ava: Knew, even, back in the day Ava: Your old friend, James Buster: I know loads of lads called James Buster: It better not be the one I first thought of Ava: Well how would I know Buster: Don't Ava: What do you want me to say? Buster: I don't want to hear another word unless it's you telling me I've got it wrong and it ain't him Ava: Then that's that Buster: What's wrong with you? Ava: Nothing Ava: I met him at Kings, I like him Buster: Bullshit, you're better than this Ava: Better than what, exactly? Buster: A fucking married dad, Ava Ava: He's getting divorced Buster: So you're someone's dirty little secret and then what, exactly, a surrogate mum? Ava: Of course not Buster: Just 'cause he's never had any drive or ambition and his soon to be ex is cracked, that don't mean you've gotta step in on either Ava: You don't know him anymore Buster: You don't know him, it's been like a month, yeah? Ava: and who do you think I am anyway, captain save a hoe? Buster: You tell me Ava: No, you think you know so well, go on Buster: Jesus Christ Buster: You're proper acting your fucking age Buster: Don't get me started on that Ava: It isn't that big of a gap Buster: Not like when Nance tried to get on her teacher no, but is that what you wanna be measured against now? Ava: She's already gone there, try again Buster: Okay, try this, it's really fucking hard raising someone else's kid Buster: I know, I'm doing it Ava: Like you said, it's been like a month Ava: I'm dating him, I'm not raising any children Buster: It doesn't matter, you like him, you'll wanna help him Buster: Then you'll get attached and you'll be stuck Ava: No I will not Ava: and he's not going to introduce people to his kids that easily either, he's not an idiot Buster: I don't care what he is, you're being stupid Buster: End it before you're in up to your neck Ava: How am I? Buster: Come on, you don't need the list Ava: Then I disagree Buster: Go ahead, I'm right Ava: Enjoy that Ava: it changes nothing in my life Buster: You think you're grown now, yeah? Ava: You think you can tell me what to do? Buster: When you're this determined to fuck up, I've clearly got to Ava: Focus on your own family Buster: You're my family Ava: Then trust me Buster: I fucking love you, stop it Ava: I love you all too Buster: You told Nance before you told me, you weren't even gonna tell me, what the hell, Ava? Ava: I was going to Ava: I changed my status and she pounced so I just told her there and then Ava: I was thinking how to put it Buster: He's got you lying already Buster: Keeping important shit from me Ava: It's not like that Ava: I am telling you Buster: I'm gonna kill him Ava: No, you aren't Ava: come on Buster: You come on Ava: He's had a hard enough time, alright Ava: and he's not done anything wrong here Buster: He's not gonna be any good for you after being with her Buster: She's fucked Ava: He is though Ava: she's left her kids, you know Buster: Listen, she ruins everything she touches Ava: He isn't ruined Buster: You can't see it Ava: You literally haven't seen him in ages Buster: I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about her Ava: You weren't trying to help him then, when it all happened Buster: You don't know what I did or didn't do then, alright? Buster: Shut up Ava: Don't tell me to shut up Buster: Fucking hell Ava: Calm down Buster: Don't Ava: If this is the extent of the conversation we're gonna have then yeah, we're both too busy for this Buster: Ava Ava: What? Buster: I'm trying to calm down, alright Ava: Alright Buster: Shit happened back then, I'm not proud of it and I try not to think about it Ava: It's the same for him, and lots of people Ava: I'm sorry if he brings that up for you Buster: Yeah, well that ain't your fault, it ain't even his Buster: I'm sorry Ava: You've reacted as expected Ava: Meaningless death threats aren't nothing compared to mum asking if I'm doing it for attention, soz to you and dad Buster: I just wanna protect you, so does she Ava: Appreciated Buster: She's so shit scared to lose you, any of us, but you know Buster: You especially Ava: Rule number one is don't chase them into the boyfriend's arms, is it not Buster: When has she ever played by any rules but her own? Come on Ava: Well I'm not a baby Buster: You're exactly the fucking same as her, is what you are Ava: Shut up Ava: If I was we'd have no problem Buster: Well, I was gonna say nicer but you've fucked that now Ava: I don't feel like being nice Buster: Fair enough, me either Ava: Oh no, however will we cope without your kind words and ways Buster: Do you love him or what? Ava: I'm the one being stupid and moving too fast, now you wanna marry me off Ava: okay Buster: Do you? Ava: Yes Buster: Alright Ava: Is it? Buster: It won't always be but it'll feel worth it anyway Ava: How is it different with Venus? Buster: Everything is harder with or without that cunt actually around to undermine me Buster: I second guess myself all the time, if I don't love her enough, if I love her too much Buster: I'd die for that kid and I have no idea what I'm even gonna mean to her Ava: Yeah Ava: it's fucked up Buster: Caleb gave everything to Edie and it didn't save her Ava: No Ava: How could they let it happen again Buster: I love Rio more than anything and I still couldn't stop it Ava: It's really messed up Buster: Yeah Ava: Do you think you should give her to her dad Ava: full time Buster: He doesn't want her full time, he barely wants her part time Ava: I just think Ava: that maybe that's because Rio wouldn't give her up Ava: he was going to have her, obviously, that was the plan, when Junior was still around Buster: Plans change and he only wants it his way Ava: okay Ava: do you talk to Caleb? Ava: you should Buster: Yeah 'cause that wouldn't be weird Ava: Act your age Buster: That means not being a selfish cunt, no good is gonna come of me raking over his grief for my own benefit Buster: Oh and while I'm at it, let me slag your daughter off for not listening to me, cheers Ava: He probably would like to talk about it Ava: doubt anyone ever asks him Buster: You talk to him then Buster: Be the best step mum you can be, like Ava: 🙄 Buster: Like you said, everything's fucked Ava: Don't include me in that Buster: You ain't exempt, kid Buster: You wish Ava: Alright, then I'm not and get over it Buster: Act your age Ava: Rich Buster: Yeah, I am Ava: Not yet, boy Buster: Take your jinxes elsewhere Ava: Will do Buster: Good Ava: Can report back now, Judas Buster: Fuck that, I don't do what I'm told either Ava: 😏 Ava: Bullshit, you don't want to admit you failed horribly Buster: Fuck you, that's never happened Ava: Sure, you convinced me Ava: definitely not going to do exactly what I want and planned to Buster: 'Course and 'course not, respectively Ava: But seriously, you can't actually lie to them about this because I won't be Buster: Hilarious, I ain't that cunt and I ain't looking to turn into him today Ava: Well I hope they go back to annoying about whatever they usually do and not me then Ava: you* Buster: Unlikely Ava: Serious question Ava: do you think I should let him talk to them Ava: he offered but is that the worst idea or actually might help Buster: Why not? Buster: He loves you too, yeah? Ava: Yeah Ava: but if dad tries to hit him or something as shaming I swear to God Buster: Mum wouldn't let that happen Buster: She'd kick him out well before he could kick off, she knows every tiny trigger even before he does Ava: Hmm, maybe Ava: you have more faith in her as an impartial ref Ava: but she's not been shouting at you for however long so Buster: 'Cause she don't shout at me, she goes quiet Buster: James can still form a coherent sentence when prompted, can't he? Ava: Well that's unfair Ava: I'll ask her to change her method back Ava: and fuck off Buster: It's a fair question, he was partying really hard last I heard Ava: He went to rehab actually Buster: Leave that out of the introductions and calm down then Ava: Don't tell me to calm down Ava: tah very much Ava: like they just want to meet him Buster: I'm just saying, he offered Buster: If you don't have to do this on your own, why the fuck would you wanna? Ava: You don't get it 'cos your relationship is different Ava: you wouldn't subject someone to this family if you didn't have to Ava: in fact, definitely waiting 'til they've calmed down, I can just imagine the ridiculous things they'd say and nope Buster: Take the support, Ava, Christ's sake Buster: He was married to her, he's handled crazier Ava: Yeah 'cos that's how I want to be Ava: how I wanna treat him Ava: I'm more than capable, thanks Buster: Yeah, really capable of letting someone help you, as evidenced right there, like Ava: I don't need it Buster: Whatever Buster: Maybe he needs to give it Ava: He's mid-divorce, I think he's busy enough Buster: If he loves you, he ain't too busy for you Ava: 🙄 Okay Ava: you can go now Buster: You can think again on trying to tell me what to do Ava: Okay, I'm gonna go then Ava: thank you for your advice etc Buster: Don't ask me what I reckon and then dismiss it Ava: I've taken it on-board Ava: I didn't say I'd do what you said Buster: It'll help show them that you're both serious Buster: They reckon nobody under the age of about 35 has been since they were Ava: Exactly Ava: that's what they don't wanna hear Ava: ever since you shit the bed Ava: they can think it's not serious if they like, fine by me Buster: The sooner they hear whatever the truth is, the sooner they can deal, 'cause they'll have to Ava: I'm not even gonna be here this time next year Ava: they need to deal with that first Buster: You're not a baby, it's all part of the same issue Ava: You need to move here or they need to be there so they can be all over your kids Buster: I've already got a place there and they've got one here Ava: I'm talking permanently, like Ava: or they'll have their own baby or something Buster: No they won't Ava: If Ro can Ava: wonders never cease Buster: Yeah and that was such a good idea Ava: She wouldn't know one if it called itself 0 cals Buster: Like you said, in a year you'll be at uni wherever the fuck you want Ava: I'll suggest knitting and golf then Buster: If you've got a death wish Ava: Can't dampen the mood any harder Buster: Come on Buster: I'll have another kid or something, take the heat off Ava: Tah Ava: no chance Nance will so you have to really Buster: Don't Ava: What? Buster: Imagining her as a mother is such a headfuck Ava: She won't Ava: she's heartbroken rn, apparently Buster: Standard then, yeah? Ava: obviously Ava: standard she managed to get that in to this convo, like Buster: If anyone can Ava: you know Ava: as well as a meaningless offer of a trip out there Buster: And you still told her before me Buster: Fuck you Ava: Got to be faster on the socials Ava: I technically told Grace ages ago if you want to be really upset Buster: What? Ava: Not literally the whole debacle, I'm not mental Ava: just to talk about it, when you last came over Buster: What do you reckon all your friends are gonna say? Ava: I dunno Ava: a mixed bag, no doubt Buster: I can like actually try and talk to mum and dad if you want Ava: If you wanna smash your head against that particular brickwall Ava: you're welcome to try Ava: I don't mind Buster: 'Course that wouldn't actually hurt me so Ava: Thick skull Ava: sure Buster: Yeah Buster: And loads of practice at exactly that pursuit Ava: Cheers then Ava: enjoy the brain damage Buster: Will do

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Ranking of Resident Evil save room themes?

I got my first latte of the season, it’s chilly enough to wear pants indoors, #Streamtober started yesterday. LET’S DO THIS, NICK. >:O

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17. Resident Evil 6 Chapter Ends, All Characters: Back to the cabbage patch. None of you are valid, with your Netflix Original knock-off of some ABC knock-off of 24-ass soundtrack. Go suck a giraffe’s dick with an Ada clone, Jake Muller.

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16. Resident Evil, Deadly Silence: What is this Resident Evil for Babiez? Nintendogz+ResidentEvilz? Imagine listening to this on the crappy DS speakers. Wasn’t there something creepy about Jill’s costume in this game, like you could tear pieces of it off, or am I just conjuring fall memories and combining them with how they went out of the way to add boob bounce to the REmake 15 years after the fact, and now Jill’s boobs on PS4 undulate languidly beneath her shirt like a pair of Dragon Quest Slimes yearning to be free. This track: aural despair, unleavened. A way to quickly induce nausea in dogs who have eaten chocolate or raisins.

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15. Resident Evil 6, Ada Chapter End: Well, okay, this one is all right. The first fifteen seconds feel like a HiFi version of a track from those Playstation 1 top-down shooters where you played a murder clown or a pyro guy escaping a space prison where you were held for crimes you definitely DID commit. The little background jog kicks in soon after and look, I’m a soft sell for ululation, what can I say.** But it just all just serves to stir memories like embers finally gone to smolder beneath the fireplace ash, stoking them after all these years, reminding me what a weird psycho they turned Ada into in this game. I like reflecting on how people got so mad about there not being co-op in Ada’s campaign that Capcom patched in a partner but his name is like “TeamMate” or “Buddy” and he has no lines of dialogue and is never addressed in the story in any way and thus is either a figment of Ada’s imagination or he’s a real dude who’s just pretty quiet and ultimately drowned on that sub? Well, I guess life’s tough if you’re the (potentially imagination) friend of an ex-spy turned pod person.

**(i contacted my musician friend, Kylie, who confirmed that ululation was the term i was thinking of, lest i second guess myself. at the same time, i’ll post her text here lest i misrepresent her words “Yeah, ululate as a technical term is vibrato using the tongue, so that would be wrong, but ululate as a descriptor refers to a sound that has a very pronounced waver between tones to it.” cool! i’ve often wondered if that’s the most accurate way to describe it. thanks Kylie!! :D)

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14. Resident Evil Revelations 2: Claire gets the best costumes probably across the whole series and yet it feels like she’s gotten the least love of all the main cast. I never really got it, she looks good in denim, whether jacket or pant, and her Revelations 2 blazer does her all the favors. But now they’re remaking RE2 and they turned her face into this weird porcelain Precious Moments dol—MY BELOVED DAUGHTER. MY MOIRA. I SWEAR I’LL FIND YOU. FOR THE SAKE OF JBLL I WILL AVENGE YOU AND THE OTHER ONE.

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13. Resident Evil 0: What’s with all the shivery whiney stuff. Like your younger sibling running nails down the chalkboard of your spine, like how the speed run of this game hinges on juggling an evasive bat with 5 out of the 6 flame rounds on hand, so try. Neither relaxing nor scary. Do I hear something like a bongo in the distance? That is the clarion call of Becky Chamber’s goose booty coming home to roost.

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12. Resident Evil 7: I had a dream last night about this game. If you have phobias about glass and/or mouths and/or wasp genitals, I would skip this paragraph. I was in the house where you have to run away from the mom with the disgusting wasp hive vagina. Also—unrelated and yet somehow related, as dreams always are—I had opened a beer bottle in such a way that the stem broke. I had decided to drink it anyway and now, as I progressed through the house, I found that there seemed to be endless small slivers of glass in my mouth that I had to repeatedly spit out lest they cut me. When I woke up, my jaw was clenched to the point of soreness. Welcome to the family, I guess. Otherwise this save room music reminds me of the game itself: mostly dull and barely there.

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11. Resident Evil Revelations: Item Box Music, only Save Room Adjcanet. Can’t disassociate this from the “swish-swish-swish-SHUCK” sound effects of navigating menus to equip Charge Shot 2 to my Shotgun. Not as pleasing or as integrated into my bone marrow as the Resident Evil 3 equivalent, but I have probably played this game through thirteen or fourteen times at this point. Life is short and yet the strings of fate tug us the directions they will.

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10. Resident Evil 5: Again, this is menu music. No save rooms at all in this game. Anyway I have no inherent memory of this song because I’m sure I’ve talked over it while upgrading my M92FS to 100 bullet capacity 110% of the times I’ve played this game. Exempted from higher echelon of rankings on these technicalities, but still A POOR PERFORMANCE INDEED for Not The Best Resident Evil Yet Paradoxically The One That’s Given Me The Most Joy In My life.

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9. Resident Evil, Dead Aim

: Wow I almost can’t believe I don’t remember this despite playing this game enough to write a speedrun guide for it. Well, that was the style at the time. As was a bloated zombie corpse boss, I suppose (long before Left 4 Dead, those copy cats), whose weak spot was its exposed brain which, halfway through the fight when you’d done enough damage, would pop out and dance a sprightly jig on its brainstem every time you shot it. With the whisper of wind and rain and single intermittent synth I feel like I’m living in a cyberpunk future and not a game whose protagonist’s “””cajun””” accent is as questionable as its presentation of the antagonist’s gender.

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8. Resident Evil, Umbrella Chronicles

: Hey now, weird bit of the creepy-freaky bass here kind of does put you in a certain headspace, but it’s not the headspace i remember of this game, which was basically unplayable in co-op for the final 3rd because a failed QTE would result in a hunter slicing away half your health. Good for an Into the Breach playlist to keep you focused on the action and stop you from trying to play it while also binging a Netflix show about werewolves that you didn’t really like anyway, and splitting your attention between visual mediums is just getting Good Pilots Killed.

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7. Resident Evil 2: Ominous. Maybe TOO Ominous at points. Aren’t save rooms about being safe? I guess we could argue that because the save room reflects the lacuna of safety BING BONG piano is the Try Hard version of video game music asking “you scurred yet?” Perhaps a novice mistake from a first-time director who would go on to do so many great things (well, RE2 among them, no lie). In a way, this fits with Rookie Cop Leon S. Kennedy, and anyway it’s so over the top I’m kind of okay with it. Most innervating when first heard on your way to equip a cowgirl costume for fast-firing six-shooter action. Guns suck, and cowboys too, but both are okay if we experience them in the abstract sense. This is what culture teaches us. Fan the trigger.

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6. Resident Evil 4: A surprisingly gentle one, considering the series turn towards action from which it would never recover. I am transported to the early minutes of a horror movie where the audience knows something the protagonist doesn’t about the terror that’s about to befall them while they blithely pick up a desiccated nudie mag in an old shed on a haunted property they inherited from their estranged uncle, more focused on the “ballistics” before them than the axe murderer crouched in the shadows of disused farm equipment behind.

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5. Resident Evil 3, Nemesis: More languid riff on 2. Strings get you shivery, and no more than a single BONG per two measures proves that save room music is as much about the notes you DON’T play. Two bongs to scare, but one bong to keep you on your toes, disallowing you from getting *too* relaxed by the soothing bleeps and bloops as you combine the 3 Gunpowder As you just found to make sure you have enough ammo to pistol-juke the so-called unkillable Nemesis. You’re not coward, but that doesn’t make you brave. Discretion is the better part of valor, they say, but that’s not taking into account that non-discretiony valor rewards you directly with a faster-firing pistol with critical headshots. :3

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4. Resident Evil 1, Vanilla: Gentle, plucky strings make you question your memory, more familiar with later revisions than you are this one. How often was I in this place? Or does its primacy belie its immediacy? If I went to the strange, pointless closet around the corner from this medicine save room, would I find a broken shotgun I expect there, a round of magnum ammo, or simply the ghost of discarded aspirations masking as memories. I recall a time when it felt like time was enough, but then again, this was back when anything sub-three hours would get you the infinite rocket launcher, regardless of how many First Aid Sprays you used.

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3. Resident Evil 1, REmake: High fidelity version of RE1’s gentle strings remind you of simpler times when your worst fears were zombies resurrecting into scarier, faster zombies with claws. What we wouldn’t give to go back to those days, and maybe tell ourselves not to take out so much student debt. Listening to this sends a pulse of gentle energy through my shoulder blades that makes me think “relaxation,” though I’m not sure my body understands the meaning of the word. A respite in trying eras, there is no association with the tension of shaving 15 minutes off your time to be competitive. “Safe Heaven,” they call it; a theme for a place that is not our own, but should be.

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2. Resident Evil 1, Director’s Cut: Wow I did not expect music box chimes and tones stirs something ancestral in my blood. I’ve played the Director’s Cut far more times than the original RE1 and this is like coming home to a big house where I enjoyed an idyllic childhood, but I now know every box is filled with the creepy knife doll from Onimusha. Though these senations are foreign to me, something about them inspires a thirst for a homeland I never knew.

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1. Resident Evil Code Veronica: The absolute chillest. In life, paths may wind, but the ultimate The strings are tickling your spine. You’re so relaxed you feel like oiling your ponytail, and you could even take a nap in Steve Burnside’s arms without reflexively gagging. When you hear this, you are at peace, and the world seems like a place that can be kind. Truly, the Code is Veronica.

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The Purple Flame

Chapter 17: Sometimes You Shouldn’t Visit With Old Friends

A/N: We’re really getting into the plot now my guys. I’m thinking this will probably have about 30 chapters, but that may change

Content Warnings: I actually can’t write fight scenes. Canon-typical violence

Lotor had been to Ophus on several occasions over the years. Some sanctioned by his father and some...not.

It was exactly as he remembered it: ostentatious opulence dripping off every surface. The paving stones of the capital city sparkled with gold dust, and many of the buildings were sheathed in gold.

The war had been profitable to the Ophusians. It was not surprising; they used their slave labor to mine iron ore and other crucial materials. And slaves were cheap and easy to obtain.

Or, rather, they had been.

Even now, with Keith on the ground, the Ophusians continued to flaunt their slaves, delicate creatures in fine clothes and draped in bronze chains. The Ophusians did not keep their own people as slaves, which, before, might have been commendable, but now…

Anger radiated off of Keith, but Lotor didn’t think the Ophusians noticed. The slaves surely did; they had to be attuned to the will of their masters in order to survive.

Finally, Keith said, “I’m not here for a tour. I’m here to discuss why you have not obeyed my laws.”

The head Ophusian -some sort of guild master, Lotor thought; he’d never bothered to learn much about the Ophusian government -stopped mid-stride. “Your Majesty?”

“I have forbidden slavery,” Keith said, “so why do you still keep slaves?”

The Ophusian looked confused. “Surely, that was meant for -for the Galra? Our ways are not your ways, after all, and-“

“It was meant for everyone in the Empire,” Keith replied sharply. “The law applies to everyone.”

“Then let’s discuss this,” The head Ophusian demurred.

The Ophusians were somewhat reptilian, though they also had feather-like plumage. They did not attain the stature of most Galra, though they did stand taller than Keith -most species would, Lotor had realized.

So they would not be dangerous, in a fight. They did move slowly, after all, due to the fact that they were ectotherms. And, of course, none of them were allowed to be armed in the presence of the Emperor.

The conference room they took them to was cool, perhaps to prevent fights from breaking out over policy negotiations. It would work with Ophusians, but Galra maintained their own body heat.

Perhaps it was rash to begin planning how Lotor might take out the room, if he needed to, but he liked to be prepared.

Once they were all seated, Keith began, “I will not rescind my decree. Slavery of any type is forbidden within the Empire. Not just to Galra, but to everyone.”

That did seem to genuinely surprise the Ophusians. “But, Your Majesty,” one began, “we will be unable to maintain ourselves without the slaves.”

“You seem to be doing more than well right now.”

“Our economy, our entire way of life, will fall apart. This is the way it has been for longer than we have bowed to the Galra. You cannot ask us to-“

“I can, and I will,” Keith said. “You have two choices: follow the law, or leave the Empire.”

“You would let us do that?”

“Of course. I will not force any non-Galra planets to stay within the Empire. If you persist in keeping slaves, though, there will be consequences.”

“We have been part of the Empire since before the creation of Voltron.”

“That does not make you exempt from following the laws of the Empire,” Lotor said.

“But we are not Galra!” The head Ophusian said, as if that made a difference. “And without our labor force, we could not meet the Empire’s demand for iron ore.”

“That ore is soaked in the blood of the slaves who die in your mines,” Keith said. “And the Empire’s demand will lessen as soon as the war is over.”

The Ophusian scoffed. “The war will never be over. We know the Galra, even if you do not, Your Majesty.”

“The war will end,” Keith said firmly, “and you have until the end of today to make your decision.”

He stood and walked out, Lotor on his heels.

Once alone, Keith turned to Lotor. “Did I do okay?”

“You were magnificent,” Lotor assured him. “Very firm, just like I told you.”

“What do you think they’ll do?”

“They’ll choose to stay in the Empire,” Lotor said. “The import taxes would kill their economy faster than having to pay for their labor. And they won’t risk an embargo. Their merchant fleet does not have the capability to break through the line, and they would starve.”

“You seem certain.”

Lotor shrugged. “They care more for their wealth than anything else. Threaten that, and they will listen.”

It was then, of course, that Keith’s comm went off.

“It’s the flagship,” Keith said, before answering.

“Sire,” the commander said, “a fleet has just entered orbit. They’ve started firing on us.”

“Shit,” Keith said.

“It’s a distraction, sir. They’ve engaged us to prevent us from stopping several other ships from landing.”

“Any idea of who it is?” Lotor asked.

“They’re Galra ships, Sir, but they did not attempt to communicate before they opened fire.”

There were a few possibilities, but Lotor knew in his bones who was behind this. “Do what you can to prevent those ships from entering the atmosphere,” Lotor said. “We’ll handle things on the ground.”

“Sire?”

“Just do as he says,” Keith snapped. He hung up. “So, you know who it is?”

“I have an idea,” Lotor said. “There are no ground defenses here; we’ll have to find cover.”

“Or engage,” Keith said.

“We’ll need to know, for certain, who we’re up against.”

Keith nodded, then began running down the halls.

There was a large square in front of the administrative building, and it was there that Lotor saw a sight he’d hoped to never see again.

“Shit,” he said eloquently.

“Looks familiar,” Keith said dryly.

“Well, that would be because you now own the other one,” Lotor said. He had a small blaster on him, but it wouldn’t do anything against the Sincline that was attempting to land.

“Do you think this was a trap?” Keith asked, “Or do you think the Ophusians decided to see if Haggar was more accommodating?”

“It doesn’t matter, does it,” Lotor said, taking aim from the cover of the doorway as the hatch of the Sincline opened. Thankfully, it did only seat two. If all three were here, the third would have to be in another ship.

If he had to guess, Lotor would say that Axca was still in orbit, coordinating the distraction, while Ezor and Zethrid did whatever Haggar had sent them here to do on the ground.

“You never really told me what happened to your generals,” Keith said, unsheathing his dagger. It morphed into a sword almost immediately, a wickedly curved thing. It suited Keith.

“For now, let’s say that we had a disagreement about internal security,” Lotor said. He took shot at Zethrid’s head, but this was not his best weapon. “Wish we had a sniper,” he grumbled.

“Well, Voltron is back with the Olkari, as far as I know,” Keith said. “So I think it’s just us, for now.”

“I’ve faced worse odds,” Lotor lied. If there were three people one did not want to make enemies of, it was his three surviving ex-generals.

“Thought you said you’d never lie to me,” Keith said, slashing at a ripple in the air.

Ezor appeared, because of course she did, grinning as sweetly as she always did in battle.

Lotor would have engaged her, too, except, of course, Zethrid.

It dissolved into complete chaos then, though somehow he managed to end up back-to-back with Keith.

Lotor didn’t like it; it took all of their attention to keep up with Ezor and Zethrid. If anyone else entered the fray…

He heard Keith cry out in pain, and it only took that moment of distraction for Zethrid to get past his guard. She was stronger than him, and so he was summarily disarmed.

He had nothing against fighting dirty, so he bit and clawed whatever parts of Zethrid he could reach.

Keith’s comm went off. “Sire? We’ve managed to destroy most of the ships in orbit. All but one of the remaining ships have turned back.”

Zethrid’s arm tightened across Lotor’s ribs; he felt a few crack.

“Sire?”

“Send ground reinforcements to my location now!” Keith shouted. He’d been backed into a corner by Ezor, though he still held his own. Impressive, really.

Ezor disappeared, only to reappear several feet away, out of Keith’s reach. “Come on, Zethrid, they’ll be here any moment and Axca won’t wait for long.”

“But-“

Ezor locked eyes with Lotor. “There’ll be another chance for vengeance, won’t there, Lotor?” She hissed venomously.

“I’ll kill you,” he snarled when Zethrid dropped him. “I swear to the gods I will.”

“So cute,” Ezor cooed, “Little Princey making threats when he can’t even stand.”

She should have kept her eyes on Keith, though; he was behind her in an instant, his blade across her throat. “Get out of here,” he snapped. “Or I swear to god you won’t leave this planet in one piece.”

He pushed her forward, towards the ship.

Ezor and Zethrid exchanged glances. “We’ll meet again,” Zethrid said.

“I look forward to it,” Lotor said, pushing himself to his feet.

It took all his will to remain standing until the Sincline was out of sight, but he managed it.

“Internal security?” Keith asked wryly. “Seemed a bit more personal than that.”

Lotor laughed- tried to, anyway.

Keith was by his side immediately. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” Lotor gritted. A few cracked ribs was nothing. Hadn’t even punctured a lung this time.

Keith crossed his arms. “Yeah, right. Sit down; the reinforcements will be here shortly, and they’ll escort you back to the flagship.”

“But-”

“Sit,” Keith said firmly. “Before you fall over.”

Lotor did, but only because his knees would have buckled in another few moments anyway. “Happy?”

“I’d be happier if this diplomatic mission hadn’t turned into an attack by people who want you dead.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Keith; half the universe wants me dead. Anyway, they weren’t trying to kill me.”

“No?” Keith sat down next to him on the steps.

Lotor shrugged, then regretted it. “Zethrid could have easily killed me if that’s all they wanted. But they don’t want that. They want vengeance.”

“Which means?”

“They’ll make me suffer and then kill me. No, you were the real target.” He saw the pieces of Haggar’s plan come into place. Not the whole picture yet, but it was only a matter of time before he could fill in the blanks. “Kill the Emperor after you’ve got most of the empire under control, force another Kral Zera, make sure I can’t attend. Sendak wins, because of course he does, and Haggar uses him to get what she wants.”

“Which is?”

“Quintessence.” What she had always wanted. Thousands of planets lay dead as proof. At least the Weblums were well-fed. “And power.”

“I’ll outlive her out of spite alone,” Keith said, taking hold of one of Lotor’s hands. Lotor instantly relaxed.

It was only the pheromones. It would wear off soon. Instinct could be overridden. He’d be back to normal soon.

It wasn’t any deeper than that.

“So, now what?” Keith asked.

“Close the deal with the Ophusians and then get back to open space. It will be harder for Haggar to attack us there.”

Keith nodded. “I’ll stay with you until the reinforcements get here.”

“Take guards with you, at least,” Lotor said, because he knew Keith was going to be stubborn about him receiving medical attention.

“Of course. I’m not reckless.”

Lotor really wished his ribs weren’t broken; the effort of not laughing was monumental.

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