#thanks to whoever sent this in and added enough fuel to the fire that I actually wrote for the first time in a long time

[daughterofyourdarklord]

But what if Delphini was at Hogwarts the same time as the trio???

Year 1: 

“Please.” 

She jokes, nudging at her cousin who’s sitting tall besides her in the train compartment. “Harry Potter being in our year at Hogwarts is nothing more than a gift.” She means it too, forcing away that pit of fear that settles in her stomach whenever she thinks about the chosen one. About everything he’s already taken from her family, from her.

Draco goes on joking with their soon-to-be fellow Slytherins. The express is buzzing with energy, though most of the First Year’s look more nervous than excited. 

She runs into Neville Longbottom on their waltz to the Great Hall. He bends directly in front of her, picking up some slimy toad off the stone floor with bare hands. Disgusting. He’s on his knees when he looks up and meets her eye, terror seeping into his gaze. She smiles at him devilishly, pausing for a moment before pushing him aside in an effort to get to what she is certain will soon be her throne room. 

“Delphini Lestrange.”

It’s a horrible cover-up of a last name, an obvious lie to any witch or wizard who knows better. McGonagal calls it nonetheless. There is a weight on her shoulders as she walks forward, the same one that’s settled their since the moment she was born. 

No one is surprised when the hat deems her a Slytherin.

Delphini feels Dumbledore’s stare on her the entire walk over to the sea of green and silver, but it’s Snape’s eyes that she meets when she sits down. 

The tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor is palpable. Worse than it has been in years, or so the older students claim. Delphini knows why, and Draco does too. 

She’s still glaring at the Granger girl when Quirrell asks her to stay after class in a sputter. 

“Of course, Professor.” She answers sweetly, watching from the corner of her eye as jealousy blooms across the mudbloods face. Ever the teacher’s pet. He seals the doors behind them, locking them with a flick of his wrist and casting a silencing charm while he’s at it. 

This time, he does not stutter when he speaks to her. 

Year 2: 

She dreams of a snake all alone, somewhere dark. Crying out for family, for companionship, for someone to listen. Anyone.

Only no one is there.

She wakes up in her dormitory with tears in her eyes. 

There’s been whispers about the Heir of Slytheirn. Talk that he’s returned, that he’s ready to rid the school of all filth that stands in his mighty way. 

Sometimes she wonders how people might react to find out that 'he' is actually a 'she.'

Regardless, it’s not Delphini that’s playing around in the chamber this year. A part of her is wildly unsettled that she doesn’t know who it is. 

It’s no matter, she has far more important things to focus on.

Initially, she almost isn’t allowed to take part in the dueling club. Some poor excuse sprouted up by the Gryffindors, accusations of dark magic and cheating. Unsurprisingly, its Severus that comes to her aid.  

Dueling comes far too naturally to her, and feels oh so sweet. Still she works harder, so eager, ready to fight, to strike. She trains and trains and then trains some more. 

She needs to be enough for Him, when the time is right. 

Potter being a parselmouth is.. Unexpected.

Even Severus seems surprised. Delphini is not sure how to handle the news, she writes home to her Uncle who informs her to stay out of it.

For the first time in a long time, she listens. 

Sometimes, she thinks she's going insane. She hears her father speaking to her through the castle walls, they whisper and she listens. She continues her training.

She will be enough. 

That poor snake. 

Year 3: 

The castle is awake, dementors swarming high above them, eager, hungry.  

She hates them. 

Delphini is determined and reluctant all at once in her venture.

Macnair had just walked out to call for the dementors, readying them to focus their rage. Quickly and quietly she slips into Flitwick’s office. 

They both freeze the minute their gazes meet. 

Eyes clashing from across the room, one hand still resting on the door handle, the other’s chained to an ornate desk. Sirius is the first to break the spell. 

“You look just like her.”

She shifts her gaze away at that, something in her shattering just a little. “I know.” She wants to answer, but she doesn’t have the time. 

“How did you do it?” 

This time, it’s him that doesn’t answer, eyes scanning her face almost wistfully.

“She’d never stop talking about you, you know? Drove the other inmates mad in her rantings, but really I think she just didn’t want to forget.”

And how that just aches. 

She shatters further. “How could you leave her!?” She wants to scream, instead she asks again: 

“How did you manage to escape?” Her voice sounds more desperate than commanding, close to a whisper. 

He smiles sadly. 

“She can’t do it..” Delphini waits for him to finish his sentence. It’s short, and certainly not the answer she was looking for. “I’m an animagus.” 

And that’s all she needed to hear. She squeezes her eyes shut tightly, not bothering to hide her reaction. That familiar weight settles heavily on her shoulders again, for a moment she feels like she might crumble beneath it. Quickly she turns back to the door, ready to race out of the room and pretend he told her anything else. 

She pauses, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder to glance back at his haunting face. 

“Then why wait all this time? Why not leave that place the second you had the chance?” 

He doesn’t answer. 

He doesn’t need to.

Year 4: 

It was gorgeous, the bright green in stark contrast against the dark night sky. Constellations gleaming in its wake, a harmony in the heavens.

A terrorist attack, they had called it. 

Art, Delphini thought. It was the first time she’d ever seen it. 

Something was coming. Lucius seemed certain of this, even Narcissa had given them an exceptionally careful goodbye before ushering them onto the express.

The Triwizard Tournament turned out to be an even bigger let down than she’d imagined. Beauxbatons was a bore, and the Drumstang boys seemed scared of her, which was no surprise really. 

Karkaroff avoided her like a poor case of mumblemumps. 

His time would come, it was not up to Delphini to designate punishment. Not yet.  

Watching Potter almost die at the edge of each of these challenges did add a nice touch to the year. Though, all that anticipation she’d felt in summer dwindled a bit each time he survived. 

It wasn’t until Moody tracked her down in the corridors after hours that things really got interesting. 

Even Delphini was surprised to find Barty somehow alive. 

He doesn’t tell her much. They don’t have a lot of time as it stands, and really she’s just thrilled to have finally met him. He’s full of promises, of course. Lot’s of ‘soons’ and ‘be ready’. Delphini doesn’t get any of the details but she’s known since the beginning of term that it was finally coming. She’s more than ready, more than enough. Isn’t she?  

"The Dark Lord will rise again, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban; we will wait! He will rise again and He will come for me!"

The scripture scrawled into her very soul. There have been signs everywhere pointing towards His return. Now she knows it to be true. 

“You have her face,” Moody - Barty - interrupts her thoughts, he’s staring at Delphini in near worship, a look so foreign for the professor. “You have His eyes, though.” 

“I know.” 

She meets Him for the first time later that summer and He tells her something similar. It means all the more coming from Him.

Before her father, for the first time, she spins her spells into symphonies, her hexes into homilies, casts her curses to the constellations. Shows Him everything she knows, and all her power with it.

She walks back over to Him when she is well and through, magic still radiating off of her in harsh waves. Her father takes her wand from her hands. 

“I have much to learn.” Delphini offers, and she knows it to be true.

Her father is looking at her wand still. 

Dragon-heartstring, like her mother. Yew, like His own. 

He is smiling when he answers, something proud dancing in those red eyes. “Yes. You do.”

Year 5: 

With the commencing of the Spring Equinox she is finally allowed home. Ostara save her.

Delphini has to brace herself before walking through those large double doors, entirely unsure exactly who she might find on the other side. 

Still, her heart is burning. 

At last. 

Her mother’s embrace is a blessing. A gift Delphini hadn’t known she needed. That sharp look of recognition in her eyes hurts in all its relief. 

She really does wear her face, afterall. They’d all promised her as much, didn’t they?

Father is there, He is watching. Studying them both, studying their interaction.  

Her mother takes her face between her palms like a prayer, eyes shining. She’s full of promises and penitence. Delphini isn't having any of it. Her mother owes her nothing and this, just being here, it's more than enough.

Delphini has never felt so whole in all her life.

She begs to be a part of their plans at the ministry. Anything she can do to further the cause, support her family, put them back into their rightful place - above everyone else.

It's futile. She's far too young, and the logistics of getting her there are far too problematic. There's talk of Azkaban and Bellatrix looks terrified at the prospect of Delphini somehow winding up there.

"Absolutely not. The choice is not yours to make and your Father and I are in perfect agreement that you remain at the school." She turns to her, reaching a hand up to caress Delphi's cheek tenderly.

"We'll celebrate once we return with the prophecy, hm?"

It's the one promise Delphini will accept wholeheartedly.

Year 6: 

Somehow, it’s Draco and Delphini that bear the brunt of the shame brought on from the fiasco at the Ministry. 

Draco is marked, as punishment to Lucius (to Narcissa).

Delphini is not, as punishment to Bellatrix (to herself). 

Her cousin is crumbling under the pressure, Delphini is soaring. It's the same weight she’d felt her whole life, only this time she finally has an opportunity to act on it.   

It takes longer than she would like to mend the vanishing cabinet. Draco was seeing to it personally in the beginning, but with little to no headway Delphini made it her personal mission.

Not that it really mattered anyway. Delphini has other plans entirely. 

Whilst Draco wastes his time casting cursed necklaces and poisoning wine, Delphini is speaking with the stars. 

She will be enough.

When the day of reckoning is finally upon them she can hardly hold back. 

“Expelliarmus.” It’s swift and was fully intended to take him off guard but she’d still expected him to put up some sort of a fight. Immediately, something seems off, its only a matter of sorting out whether or not its something she can take advantage of. 

“Evening, Delphini, Draco. Are you alone?” 

“Who else is here?” She doesn’t bother to entertain his question, though Draco is quick to boast about the Death Eaters holding off the guards down below. Dumbledore assures them he is alone, but the two brooms resting along the ramparts suggest otherwise. 

No matter, Delphini will handle them both. Draco is waxing on, talking about the vanishing cabinet and Rosmerta. Much as she hates to listen to him give them all away she’s taking a moment to study the Headmaster. Something seems off, as he is entirely unbothered to be at the wrong side of their wands.  

“And why have you waited?” The headmaster interrupts after a beat, causing even her cousin to pause. “Those feeble attempts to kill me all year, surely they weren’t you.” He is speaking directly to Delphini now, she knows it.

She smiles. 

Quickly, the other Death Eaters are fast up the stairs making their presence known. 

“It doesn't have to be this way.” The Headmaster continues, eyes only on her despite the others' verbal jabs. “Long ago, I met a boy who made all the wrong choices-"

“My Father, you mean?” She breaks her silence, the other Death Eaters laugh behind her at the revelation. Though Dumbledore is not at all surprised, and why would he be? “There’s no reason to hide behind truth’s any longer, Headmaster. His time has come, and consequently yours is over.” 

And suddenly Severus is there stepping forward to share a look with Dumbledore. A part of her considers testing the potion professors loyalty.. 

..Only, this is her moment.

“Avada Kedavra!” It’s sweet on her tongue, and even sweeter watching him fall. They’re on the move sooner than she’d like for them to be, hardly a chance to savor it.  

On their flight into the forbidden forest she throws a ‘morsmordre’ into the sky like a personal signature. The monogram of her family. 

When she finally greets them, He tells her she’s worthy and stitches as much into the inside of her left forearm.

She is enough.

Year 7: 

It’s beyond refreshing, being who she was always meant to be. 

Watching as Slytherins and now students alike all bow at her feet, that renewed fear keening in their eyes. 

She savors it, relishes in their reactions.

Miss Black, they call her.

It’s nearly perfect. Helping alongside mother and father to secure the ministry this summer, returning to Hogwarts with an honest surname, unforgivables cast at her fingertips without repercussion. 

Of course, there is still the looming prospect of Potter. 

He’s been hiding from them all for far too long, lurking in the shadows despite the growing number of mudbloods father kills. Finally, they manage to locate him at Hogwarts, where boy wonder somehow convince the entire school to fight for him. How cute.

Until eventually, they find a way to lure him out. 

Father calls her to the boathouse through the mark she finally bears. Her mother falls into step with her the moment she departs, Delphini is not sure if she was called but what does it matter? They’re family.

Nagini greets her with enthusiasm, dancing between her legs like a cat. She acknowledges her, of course, but only after she acknowledges Him.

He eyes her mother disapprovingly and Delphini is not at all sure what to make of that. 

“We’ll have him soon, Father. I'm certain of it. He’s far too righteous to let this continue, even if it is good fun. He will come to you. ”

He hums in agreement, long fingers tracing his newfound wand. 

“That he will, Delphini.”

She waits then, she and mother both, giving him the floor to impart his orders.

“You understand, Delphini, that you have proved yourself very valuable to me since my return.” She smiles gently, sharing a warm look with her mother before turning back to Him. “You’ve been right about a number of things, and dedicated beyond my expectations.” He pauses again before resuming his gentle pacing. “One can only hope that that devotion continues with my next request.” 

He falls into step next to her mother, reaching forward to trace along Bellatrix jaw gently. 

“I have concerns, Bella, with how this new wand may cooperate with me when it comes time to put an end to Harry Potter.” Her mother looks confused, leaning forward into his touch.  

“My Lord?” He lingers a moment, appreciating her features before resuming his pacing. 

With it He continues, telling them of wandlore he was able to gather from Ollivander, from Gregorovitch. Delphini’s stomach sinks with every word. 

“You understand, Delphini.” He pauses, stopping directly opposite her on the other side of the small boathouse with an imploring look. “That while you live, the elder wand will never truly be mine?” 

And finally she is crumbling under the weight of it all.

Tears swim in her eyes as she looks at Him without answer, finally broken. She did everything right - exactly as He had asked her to! She did it all for Him - for them! To be everything and more.. To be enough..

Though, it seems she may never be enough. 

“F-father..” Her voice is broken, stubborn tears escaping from her eyes, eyes the same shade as His own. He doesn’t speak, nor does he resume his pacing. 

And then there’s Bellatrix, balancing on the edge of in-between them.

Delphini is too afraid to even look at her, desperation more than evident in her mother's voice: “My Lord. Certainly, there is another way. We can take Potter as prisoner and work the rest out later! How can we trust the word of a two-timing wandmaker? No - there are more, other wandmakers throughout Europe! I will bring them to you and we can find other ways - just like we always do..My Lord.."

His eyes don’t leave Delphini's own.  

“Please.”

#lol #if there's anyone out there who still follows me I hope this finds you #thanks to whoever sent this in and added enough fuel to the fire that I actually wrote for the first time in a long time #there's literally so much more that could be added to this and truly its not at all how I think things might actually go #if Delphi was Harry's age #but alas #this will do for now #delphini #delphi #harry potter #lord voldemort #bellatrix lestrange #Draco malfoy #albus dumbledore #sirius black #I wanted to add Roddy so bad but I legit would have to make this a fucking archive post if I added anymore #even this is pushing it #likely none of y'all read it in its completion given the absurd size of it #bellamort #mad eye moody #barty crouch junior #hogwarts #that's all

[rjhpandapaws]

Secure the Stage

Ch 4: Two Flames Are Better Than One

Silas's first reaction when he got the email about on campus classes being cancelled was delight. He would get to spend more time at the theater. That was closely followed by guilt, someone could have been hurt. He turned off his school alarm and got ready for bed. Monday found him awake at his usual time despite the lack of an alarm. He knew he wasn’t going to be getting anymore sleep, so he got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Luther had put the finishing touches on some pieces that Silas had needed help with. Luther would be stopping by the theater to drop them off at some point today. Silas filled his travel mug with hot water from the sink, added instant coffee, put the lid on and shook it. Connor would be disappointed, but Silas cared more about caffeine than taste at the moment. He grabbed his bag, checked to be sure he had everything he would need, put on his shoes and left for the theater. He wasn’t in his usual clothes today. He planned to paint the set pieces Luther was dropping off as well as others that needed it. So he had opted for an old tshirt that an ex-hook up had left behind and an older pair of jeans that had seen paint days before. Part of him wondered if he would be seeing Allen today, and if did he wondered what they would talk about this time. They talked on his smoke breaks because rehearsals kept him busy and Allen was on the clock and couldn’t just stop to chat. When he got to the theater, he sent Luther a text to check in.

Sixer: I just got here.  Sixer: Text me when you get here and I’ll open the delivery bay Sixer: Tell the girls hello if they are with you :) Superman: They say hello :) Superman: I should be there in a half hour Sixer: See you then!

He made his way to the side door and checked if it was locked. It wasn’t. He stepped back and then shoved his bodyweight against the door as he turned the knob to get it open. He grabbed the doorstop and wedged the door open so whoever came in next wouldn’t have to fight with it. He walked into the auditorium flicking the lights on as he went. He took the stairs to the left of the stage and set his bag down outside the supply closet. He opened the closet and got out what he would need. He let his mind wander as he got things set up. He was looking forward to seeing Allen today, if he was working today that is. After that awkward first day they had struck up a bit of an odd friendship. They didn’t talk often, only if Allen’s breaks lined up with his, or if Silas got to the theater early enough to catch him on his lunch break. They had built whatever this was on stolen conversations and the occasional wave from across the room. In spite of all that, he considered Allen to be one of his close friends. Not close enough to actively let his guard down, but closer than most.

Allen was his opposite in a lot of ways. The one that stood out the most to Silas was how open and inviting Allen was. Where Silas would think about how to answer a question truthfully but without giving any of himself away; Allen just answered them. He let people in close without thinking about the consequences. Not that Allen hadn’t gathered whole truths from him; because he had. The security guard could slip past his defenses without an issue. Silas hadn’t given him much yet, but Allen still knew more about him than anyone else outside of his carefully constructed family. It made him nervous. He learned a lot about Allen in their stolen moments. Some of them were little but personal. Like how he played the guitar and wrote his own songs sometimes. To broad but important things, like his desire to keep people safe. The thing that fueled his desire to become a SWAT captain. He lived in a house with four other people and was hoping to move out soon. Allen had so much he was freely willing to give. It amazed Silas, and remined him, in some ways of his twin. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the smash of of piano keys from his  back pocket.

Superman: I’m here Sixer: Alright I’ll get the door

He put his phone away and jumped off the stage. He made his way to the back of the theater and into the delivery bay. He typed in the security code, set the garage door to open, and ducked under it once it was high enough.

“Luther, you’re the fu- best” He caught himself mid curse when he saw Alice’s head pop out of the back window of the truck. “These go to the same place as before. The code has already been typed in so you don’t have to worry.” Luther nodded as he pulled the truck in a little closer. Once he came to a stop Silas climbed into the bed and started grabbing containers with some of the smaller props in them while Luther got out and started on the bigger stuff. He was trying to be quick because it looked like Luther was in charge of taking Alice to school today. “Kara’s still not feeling well?” He asked as they made their way to the stage with the first load of set pieces and props. “I’d have rescheduled if I’d known.” “She’s starting to feel better, today was just an off day.” He set down the set frames he had been carrying, “I made time for this, Alice won’t be late.” Silas was relieved for that at least, “I’m glad I didn’t mess anything up then.” Luther hummed in acknowledgement as he went to go get another load. Silas set his load on the tarp he had set up and then followed him. They managed to split the last of it between the two of them and get it put away. Silas followed Luther back to the truck. “Thanks again for all your help Luther.” Silas said with a smile, “I’d be up a creek without a paddle otherwise. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you.”

“It’s no problem Silas.” Luther squeezed Silas’s shoulder, “Thank you for giving Kara and Alice something they can both enjoy.” “I can’t take the credit for that. They were here before I was.” He ducked his head and Luther gave his shoulder another squeeze before he headed for the truck. Silas walked to the back window so he could say goodbye to Alice. “Have a good day at school peanut.” Silas said through the window, “I’ll be seeing you this afternoon right?” Alice smiled and waved at him from the back seat, “Bye Silas!” He waved and stepped away from the truck so Luther could leave. Once they were gone Silas closed the delivery bay and headed back to the auditorium. He opened the sound booth and connected his phone to the system via bluetooth. With music playing to help pass the time, he settled in on the tarp and got to work. Silas wasn’t sure how much time had passed before a shadow fell across the tarp and scared the life out of him. He wiped his hands off on his jeans and paused the music. “Hey.” He said flatly, annoyed at being interrupted. He looked up to find Allen looking down at him in confusion. “What’s up?” “Hey.” Allen echoed as he looked over the tarp. His brow furrowed more as he spoke, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

Silas shrugged. Leave it to Allen to believe that Silas was ditching classes to be at the theater. He’d only done that once so far. “Classes are online for the time being. There was a fire on campus over the weekend so they have to rebuild.” He displayed his paint mess with a flourish of his paint stained hands, “I picked up a couple of extra shifts at work, but the rest of my time is going to be spent here.” “That sucks.” Allen said after a moment, “I’m sorry about your school.” Silas shrugged, “It was just a building an no one was hurt. So things should be back to business as usual in a few months.” “That’s one way to look at it I suppose.” Allen said as he looked over the mess on the tarp, “So you have a key to the side door then?” “Kinda.” Silas said in an attempt to dodge the question. Allen didn’t take it and motioned for him continue. “This building is pretty old and that door in particular is picky. So unless you have the deadbolt just the right way, it doesn’t lock. It’ll look locked though. One stiff push from the outside and you’re in.” Allen gave a slow nod and spoke after an almost awkward stretch of silence, “So you broke in.” Silas rolled his eyes, “If you want to get technical about it, sure. Though personally, I only use the term if I have to use the fire escape or delivery entrance to get in here.”

“Why not just wait for someone to let you in?” Allen asked, as any reasonable person would. “Because nobody gets here until like eight.” He grabbed his paintbrush so he could get back to work. He wanted to be at least halfway done before rehearsal started, “I get here around six, seven if I take a cab.” “Does the owner know?” He pressed. “James? Yeah.” He grabbed the set piece he had been working on before and proceeded to get more wet paint on his hands. He ignored it and started on the next coat, “Why do you think I know the code to the security system?” It was amusing to watch Allen’s expression go through a rollercoaster of expressions. Going from panic to slight amazement. He collected himself before he spoke again, “Well I should be getting to work then.” Silas lifted his hand in an absent wave, “I’ll be here if you get bored.” He started his music up again as Allen left. He was pulled back into painting and a few more hours passed before his body decided whatever was left of his coffee was actually not enough to function off of. He checked the time and decided there was enough time to take a break and still get what he wanted done for the day. Since they were the only ones here it seemed fair that he checked to see if Allen wanted anything. He wiped the excess paint off of his hands onto his jeans, hopped off the stage and made his way toward the security office.

He knocked on the office door but didn’t get a response. He tested the handle, and opened it when he found it unlocked. He opened it just enough so that he could lean into the room, “I was gonna go grab some food before everyone else got here this afternoon.” He took some delight in watching Allen’s head snap up, apparently he hadn’t noticed Silas yet, Do you want anything?” “You might want to clean up a bit first. You’ve got paint all over your face.” Allen stood and stretched, “I’ll take my lunch break and come with you. The person working the afternoon shift should be here soon.” He felt paint crinkle and peel at his skin as he furrowed his brow. He touched his cheek to see if any of it was wet and came away with nothing so he gave a noncommittal shrug. “This stuff is a pain in the ass to get off so I’ll just shower when I get home.” Allen wrote something down before he turned back to Silas, “Alright. What are you in the mood for?” “Chinese.” He didn’t even have to think about it. He stepped back into the hallway figuring Allen would follow him. “There’s this place down the street. The outside doesn’t look like much, but the sweet and sour pork is to die for.” Allen laughed. “I’ll take your word for it. Are we walking or driving?”

“It’s pretty close, so probably walking if you don’t mind.” Silas said as he turned toward the auditorium. “You might want to get some shoes on first though.” Allen said, “If you cut your feet up too much you won’t be able to perform.”  That was an odd thing to say, he was pretty sure he had shoes on. He looked down just to be sure, and found that he was, in fact barefoot. “Motherfucker!” Apparently he hadn’t put his shoes on before he went to find Allen, “One sec okay?” He took a few steps back and then ran at the stage and jumped up onto it when he had enough speed. He walked to the left of the stage and found his shoes right where he had left them, right beside his bag. He grabbed them and headed for the front of the stage. He put his socks and shoes on tying them tightly before he jumped off the stage again. “Alright.” he made his way back to Allen, “I’m ready.” He let Allen leave out the side door first, he flipped the deadbolt to unlocked before he followed suit. They made small talk as they walked toward the restaurant. He directed Allen toward the older building and got the door for him. He was surprised to see how crowded it was. “Is takeout okay?” Allen asked as he looked over the crowd. “Takeout is just fine.” He replied noncommittally. “I didn’t realize it was going to be this busy. We can just head to the counter and order, then when it’s up we can be on our way.”

They ordered their lunch and waited in easy silence for it to come up.  As soon as they got back to the theater Silas took his shoes off and put them by his bag. He joined Allen at the front of the stage and settled in to eat. “So this might be dumb to ask.” Allen started, “But why do you always have your shoes off?” Allen gestured to his bare feet, “Every time I see you you’re barefoot.” “I’m just more comfortable with them off.” He mimicked Allen’s gesture, “If I’m not in an environment that strictly requires shoes I’m gonna be barefoot.” Allen smiled and shook his head, “What happens if you step on something you shouldn’t? Like glass or something?” Silas shrugged, “Pull it out and hope for the best.” They talked until Allen had to go back to work. Silas cleaned up the mess he had made of the stage and threw away the trash from lunch. After that he started getting things ready for practice. He was hoping their streak of good luck would hold out. They were ahead of schedule, and if they kept it up they would be able to practice the play all the way through twice before opening night. With everything set up, he walked into the sound booth to check his phone. Daniel still hadn’t gotten back to him about tonight.

 Rehearsal was a disaster, if Silas had to pick a word. Half of the people who said they were going to be there didn’t show, and because of that they couldn’t work on the scene they were on. Instead, they ran through what they could with who they had, which was also a cluster fuck. The only thing that kept him from swearing up a blue streak was that there were kids present. He ended rehearsal an hour and a half early to help ease his frustration. “Are you mad at me?” Alice asked as they were waiting for Luther in front of the theater. “No, it’s not you Peanut, but some of the grown ups.” He said kindly, “You were great today Ally-cat.” Alice smiled and hugged him. He returned it and helped her down off the wall when he saw Luther’s truck pull into the lot. She rushed to meet her dad and Silas waved as they pulled off. “I need a fucking smoke.” He said to the open air. He grabbed his cigarettes from his pocket and paused when he didn’t feel his lighter with them. He checked his other pockets, his panic rising each time he came away with nothing. He put his cigarettes away and rushed inside to look for it. It had to be here somewhere. He didn’t know what he would do if it was lost. When the sound booth and concession stand proved to be dead ends he made his way back to the auditorium to look through his bag. He didn’t know what he was going to tell Richard if he had actually lost it. Getting something like that engraved had to have been expensive. When he dug in one of the side pockets and felt its outline he breathed out a sigh of relief.

“What were you looking for?” Allen asked as Silas jumped off the stage. Silas hadn’t notice him come in. “My lighter.” He said as he put the engraved silver lighter in his pocket with his cigarettes, “It was a gift so I don’t want to lose it.” He headed for the door, “I’m going for a smoke break. Care to join me?” “I don’t smoke.” Allen stated, “But I wouldn’t mind keeping you company out there?” Silas rolled his eyes as he opened the door, “I know you don’t smoke. You turn me down every time I offer you one.” He put space between them once they got outside so he wouldn’t have to worry about blowing smoke in Allen’s face. He sat on the short wall and lit a cigarette. He relaxed considerably on the first inhale and let the smoke out as a content sigh. “So how was rehearsal?” Allen asked just before the silence could get uncomfortable. Silas groaned, he had hoped he wouldn’t have to talk about it so soon. He took another longer drag. He tipped his head back and and blew the smoke into the air. He watched it curl away into nothing before he spoke.

“Horrible.” He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “We’re far enough ahead that it didn’t hurt anything. It’s just frustrating, you know?” He took another drag and adjusted his position on the wall to one that was a little more comfortable, “But that’s what I get for bragging I guess. I run my mouth to a few friends about how well things are going and then it all falls to shit. Though its better to happen now than on opening night I suppose.” “You’ll be fine.” Allen reassured, “I’ve only been here a few months, but from the things I’ve heard the plays you’re a part of always seem to do well.” Silas smiled stiffly, that was part of the issue. He took a short drag and let the smoke ride on his words, “The plays I’m in do well. The ones I write and direct tend to fall through.” Allen hummed pensively, “So you’re not in this one then?” Silas shook his head. “I am. I took two minor roles that no one wound up auditioning for.” He took another puff, “I do a little talking and have about ten minutes of total stage time.” “You do a lot here.” Allen said with a slight smile, “You do a lot for this place; acting, writing, directing, building the sets, painting them, and probably other things too. Why not just go to a better theater? You’d probably find more recognition that way.”

Silas motioned toward the building. He loved this place. “Don’t get me wrong; when I got into this in high school, I was chasing the Broadway pipedream.” He could feel himself getting pulled down memory lane, it wasn’t anything overly personal so he didn’t mind telling Allen, “When I got to college; my freshman year, we had to do a project on local theaters and why so many of them fail.” He took another drag and let the smoke out with his words, “I learned how many of these little theaters fail because all anyone is worried about anymore is exposure, and I wanted to keep that from happening.” He sighed, “Established theaters are good for exposure, which is fantastic if that’s what you’re after; but I want to foster the love of theater in other people. So here I am.” His cigarette was down to the filter so he put it out. He was still pretty tightly wound so he lit a second one. When he looked at Allen, that concerned furrow was back in his brow and he was frowning. “What’s with that look?” He said a little sharper than he had intended. He took a breath and continued in a more conversational tone, “It’s only my third one today. After this one I’ll head back and we can clean up a bit.” “I was just surprised.” Allen said lifting a hand placatingly, “You normally only have one then we head in back inside.” Silas laughed humorlessly, “Today’s a two smoke kinda day. It’s nice out and I have good company.” “I suppose that’s true.” Allen agreed.

Silas turned to face Allen, “You look like you  want to give me a health lecture. My brother is a nursing student, so I’ve probably heard it. But if it makes you feel better, I’ll listen.” Allen sighed and looked away from him for a moment. “You sing and do a lot of the things you do rely on your voice.” He cleared his throat and looked back toward him, but not at him Silas noticed, “I mean, you seem to love doing this and I would hate to see you have to stop before you’re ready to.” “I am trying to quit.” He said a little defensively. “Trying being the optimal word. I’ve gotten down to having three or four a day, but I’ve never managed to actually stop. Every time I get to the point that trying seems like it would go well, something else I have going on gets fucked up and I start all over again.” “So its a stress thing?” He asked. “Kinda.” He said with a tired sigh. This conversation only made him want to smoke more, “That’s what it started out as. I like to say I do it to clear my head or gather my thoughts, which is also kind of true, but I also do it when I’m bored or nervous. It’s devolved into an all the time kind of thing. It helps keep me busy and that’s why its such a fucking crutch.” As proof of his point he took another drag to help ease the tension he felt coiled around his bones and let it out with the smoke, “I’m trying to quit now too. I’m trying to keep under a pack a day now, and then work my way down from there and hope for the best.” He shrugged, “The usual.”

“I can um. If you want, I could give you my number.” Allen suggested, “Then if you need a distraction you could call me instead. We could talk, or if it’s real bad I could come over and hang out.” “I’d appreciate that. Thank you Allen.” He found himself smiling around his cigarette as he patted himself down for his phone. It was still inside. “Fuck. Its still in the sound booth. “ “I’ll just send you a text, then you’ll have my number.” Allen said as he handed Silas his phone, “Problem solved.” Silas nodded hid acknowledgement and put his number in under the nickname Theater Bitch <3. Allen could change it if it made him uncomfortable. He smiled and handed the phone back. “Nicknames huh?” Allen remarked around a smile. Silas laughed, “Did you expect anything else from me?” “Not really no.” Allen teased. Silas put his free hand over his chest in mock offense and huffed out an over dramatic sigh, “You are so rude to me. I provide you free entertainment and this is the thanks I get.” Allen laughed, it was a sound Silas would never get tired of, “You’re so dramatic.” Silas put out his half smoked cigarette, “What part of Theater Bitch didn’t you get?” He got down off the wall and threw both cigarettes away. He made sure he still had his lighter before he headed for the door, “Let’s get the stage cleaned up.”

“Alright, let’s go.” Allen said after a moment. Silas dusted his feet off when they got back inside. He could hear his phone still playing music, it was still charging in the sound booth. He checked his feet once more and then made his way to the stage. He walked to the utility closet to grab what he needed for cleaning. He was not ready to hear his text tone blast over the speakers and it scared the life out of him. “Ah, fuck!” He yelp as he jumped and dropped the mop, “Fuck. I should change that.” He picked up the mop as well as the broom and made his way back to the main stage. He leaned them against the wall and then moved to start on the sets. “What do you need me to do?” Allen asked as he stepped up onto the stage. “Same as last time.” He said casually, “We’ll breakdown sets then I’ll do the rest myself.” They got to work and the small conversations they usually made fell away. Silas got pulled in enough that he began to sing along to what was playing on his phone. After a few songs he stopped, he remembered Allen was there. It didn’t stay quiet long, he started singing again. The cycle repeated itself a few times until everything was done and he had grabbed his phone from the sound booth. He had two messages. One from Daniel and one from Allen.

Danny <3: We’re still on for tonight ;) I’ll be to the theater soon. Then I have to go pick up Simon, so I’ll see you again at 9. That okay? Sixer: We’re golden. See you soon <3

Unknown Number: Guess who Theater Bitch :)

He set Allen’s contact The Okayest Captain. He was getting ready to got talk to Allen again, maybe have another smoke break when Daniel texted him again.

Danny <3: I’m here. Simon got off early so please be quick. Sixer: On it. I’ll be right out

“Fuck. My ride is here, I gotta go.”  He tossed his shoes into his bag and leapt off the stage and ran toward the side door. “I’ll text  you later! See you tomorrow Al!” Daniel was waiting outside with the top down on his car. Silas didn’t bother with the door, he boosted himself over the side and stuck his bag in the footwell. He kissed Daniel’s cheek before he put his seatbelt on as they headed for his apartment. “Let me guess, you didn’t tell Simon.” Silas remarked and they both cracked up. “You know how he is about these things.” Daniel responded, “I get he’s worried about the whole coworkers thing, but it’s you.” “We’ve been at this since what? Senior year? I’d hardly say the coworkers thing is something to be worried about.” When they got to his apartment he kissed Daniel’s cheek again before he got out. “You bringing the good stuff tonight?” Daniel just winked. Silas grabbed his bag and headed for the elevator. He texted Allen on the way up.

Sixer: Guess who :) Sixer: Sorry for running out on you! I have a friend coming over and I needed to clean my apartment. They Okayest Captain: You’re good. Have fun! Sixer: Thanks Sixer: Will I be seeing you tomorrow? The Okayest Captain: Yup Sixer: Cool. Have a good night! They Okayest Captain: You too.

Silas rushed to clean up his apartment. He took his time in the shower, because the paint was a bitch to get off and he wanted to be sure he got all of it. Afterwards he put on one of his favorite shirts, it was for Knights of the Black Death, and his favorite pair of socks. He felt like being a little shit so he took a picture in his full length mirror and sent it to Daniel.

Sixer: Still coming over? <3

He set his phone down for a moment. He and Connor hadn’t checked in a for a while so he decided to do that before he got distracted and forgot again. When he opened his messaging app he froze before he even got to Connor’s conversation. He hadn’t sent the picture to Daniel but to Allen. Well, that was one way to break the ice he supposed.

Sixer: I am SO sorry! Sixer: That was meant for a different friend! Sixer: I just hit the most recent contact. Sixer: You can keep it if you want thought <3 Sixer: I wouldn’t be opposed to you staying the night ;) Sixer: Just not tonight though. The Okayest Captain: No problem. The Okayest Captain: I’ll think about it ;) The Okayest Captain: Have fun and be safe.

Speaking of distracted, he had Allen on the brain again. The whole point of inviting Daniel over was to get his mind off the security guard, and now he was regretting not having invited him over. What was that saying about too many choices. He’d be pulled in when Daniel showed up, but for now he was left wanting and he hated it.

#Secure the Stage #StS #Hand Brewed Hope AU #HBH #Allen60 #Daniel60 #dbh captain allen #captain allen #dbh sixty #cyberlife tower Connor #rk800-60 #dbh daniel #dbh fic #dbh

[cpd5021]

How to Save a Life (2)

The first chapter was ridiculously long, so I tried to keep this one shorter. I ended up splitting it into chapters two and three because I couldn’t find an ending I liked without just abruptly ending it. This one is also full of angst, as most of this fic will be. Thanks for all the wonderful feedback I’ve received from this fic already, it means a lot!!! 

Chapter Two - Paralyzed

Where are my feelings,

I no longer feel things

     Three days. Three days since Voight had pulled us into his office, informing us that Gael had been released. Three days since I drove Vanessa to the warehouse neither of us should have been at. Three days since I heard the gunshot and watched the life drain from her eyes, holding her limp and bloody body in my arms, only relinquishing my grip when Jay pulled me away. I had let him loosen my hands, clutching desperately to her bloodstained clothing, had allowed him to pull me into a standing position and walk me away from her body, and had even let him drive me home. Not because I wanted to do any of those things, but because as I watched the light fade from her face everything inside me faded away as well. I had no will to fight, no desire to argue or push him away. A small part of me recognized that I needed him to do those things for me because I never would have accomplished them myself. But as he had led me up to my front door, looking more than ready to settle in at my house with no thought of leaving ever again, something inside me flickered just enough to send him away. He pushed at first, telling me he wasn’t leaving me alone, not like this, but I hadn’t budged. He left with the door slammed in his face and if I had had anything left in me, the sight of his face just before it shut would have broken me. But it was too late for that. I was already broken. 

    I had shuffled aimlessly into my entryway, briefly debating where I wanted to go next, before dragging myself up the stairs. Deciding to skip a much needed shower, necessary to wash the dried blood off that caked my exposed skin, I had simply stripped out of my clothes and climbed into bed. And that is where I have been ever since. But now it was Friday, the day of her funeral. A part of me considered not going. After all, her death was my fault. I had set in motion the events that led up to her getting shot and I didn’t think I was worthy of being there for her send off. I glanced over at my alarm clock, groaning when the red numbers only flashed 5am. I rolled back over, pulling a pillow over my head and hoping that I would never wake up. A pounding on my door downstairs was the next thing I heard and when I lifted the pillow back off my head I realized it was much lighter in my room now. The clock displayed 8am. The pounding sounded again and I laid there trying to ignore it, hoping whoever it was would go away. There was a lapse in the loud banging and right when I was starting to feel some relief, my phone buzzed on the table beside me. A message from Voight. 

You have about two seconds to open this door or I’m kicking it down.

I read the message twice before jumping out of bed with a groan, knowing he wasn’t kidding. I threw on some sweats that had been tossed aside a few days prior and made my way downstairs. I could see his frame looming through the tiny window on the door before I pulled it open, squinting in the bright daylight. His face was stern but his eyes were soft as he took me in. I could only imagine what I looked like. 

“I figured you might want a ride to the funeral.”

He stepped inside the door frame, causing me to take a step back. The silent message that he wasn’t leaving without me loud and clear. 

“I’m not going.”

I said weakly, hoping he wouldn’t fight me. He did, of course. His eyes bore into mine, assessing my mental state with precision skill. 

“You are.”

He informed me, once again relaying that I wasn’t going to win this. I couldn’t look at him any longer and instead let my head hang. I certainly didn’t trust my voice to speak so I let the silence linger between us. 

“Go take a shower and get in your blues. I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

Having nothing left in me to fight him with, I turned and padded my way back up the stairs. Entering the bathroom I took in the mess scattered before me, remnants of my roommates hungover rush to get ready for work. The sight bringing a lump to my throat. I quickly stripped out of the sweats and turned the water on as hot as it would go. Stepping under the stream, I let myself melt into the heat for just a moment before I started washing up, moving on autopilot with no real desire behind any of it. Once I was as clean as I was going to get, I stepped back out, tugging a towel on and shuffling towards my bedroom. The dress blues were tucked into the very back of my closet and under any other circumstance I would have pulled them out to freshen up. It was too late for that now as I worked to put it on and pin everything to the right place. Once dressed, I headed back to the bathroom to assess my hair. Deciding drying it and actually making it look nice was not something I could manage at this moment, I put a quick braid through the damp hair and called it good. I returned downstairs to find Voight right where I had left him and nodded towards the door to let him know I was ready to go. We silently climbed into his vehicle and he pulled out of my driveway, letting the silence hang between us. About halfway there he spoke and his sudden voice broke through the haze I had settled in too. 

“Coffee?”

I simply shook my head no, my eyes never shifting from the front window. 

“When’s the last time you ate?”

I could tell he was looking at me but I refused to look at him. 

“This morning.”

I lied, giving a shrug for added measure. I wasn’t sure if he believed me or not but he didn’t press the issue. Finally, or should I say, all too soon, we were pulling into the lot. I instantly spotted Jay standing next to Kevin and the constant lump in my throat burned even more. We climbed out and I followed after Voight with my head hung low. I came to stand beside Jay, risking just a small glance up at him before I registered the look of worry in his eyes and darted mine away. I couldn’t handle him looking at me like that and if I stared too long I knew I would fall apart. 

     Somehow I made it through the service, although to be honest, I don’t remember much of it. I had allowed the haze to settle back over me, blocking out the words and funeral music blaring from the speakers. It was over. She was gone. And I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into my bed and never get out. Except, as I recalled the morning’s events, I realized I didn’t have a ride. Voight was now tied up with the formalities that come with being a sergeant who’s lost a member of his unit. I surveyed the crowd, hoping to spot a patrol officer that could give me a quick ride, but instead I locked eyes with Jay. He hesitated for a moment before he made his way over to me, closing the gap quickly but leaving plenty of space between us. 

“I can drive you home.”

He offered, aware of my situation. Not seeing any other real option I gave him a quick nod and followed him to the truck. The ride back to my place was silent, something I was becoming all too familiar with. None of the usual banter that Jay and I usually exchanged. He pulled into my driveway and shut his truck off right as I was about to jump out. I sent him a look, telling him he could go but he climbed out behind me. I got to my door, unlocking it and stepping inside just as he rounded the top step. 

“Can I come in?”

He asked, his eyes pleading with me to not shut him out. Normally I would have been grateful for his presence, happily welcoming him in to do “our thing”. But everything was different now. We couldn’t do our thing because that required two things, him and me. And the ‘me’ part wasn’t here anymore. Her death, being the one to blame, this wasn’t something I would recover from and it wasn’t something I had any drive to even try to heal from. I was done. Empty. Nothing. 

“No.”

I all but whispered, moving to shut the door. But he was faster and his boot blocked me from closing it. 

“Hailey...don’t do this.”

He pleaded, making no motion to push the door open, only keep the gap to talk to me.

“You can go Jay. This isn’t something for you to fix.”

My words were harsher this time and I knew if he kept pushing I would hurt him. I wanted him to go, I didn’t want to be the broken person he felt the need to fix. 

“Hailey…”

My name left his lips so softly I almost felt a twinge of pain, but the numbness that had settled over me blocked it out. I wasn’t sure I was capable of feeling anything anymore. My core was shattered. 

“I’m not leaving you like this. I know what you’re thinking and this isn’t your fault.”

His words sparked something in me and I whipped the door back open to face him. 

“Isn’t my fault? Are you stupid? This is all my fault! I’m the one who planted the drugs, I’m the reason he got out, I’m the reason she was there, the reason she’s dead!”

By the time I finished I was screaming at him, my face burning red as I felt tears threaten to gather in my eyes. This line of thinking wasn’t new, it hadn’t left my mind since the moment she died, but it was the first time I had voiced it out loud. 

“She would have gone either way, you know that.”

He tried to reason, only fueling the fire.

“Jay, she never would have been a target if I hadn’t done what I did. This is all on me. I’m sorry you try to find the good in everyone but you can’t do that this time. I’m the reason she’s dead!” 

The tears were falling now, only making me more angry. I hated the way he was looking at me. 

“You’re my partner Hailey, I’m not leaving.”

I gripped the door between my hands, ready to force it shut as soon as I had the chance. 

“I’m not your partner Jay, not anymore. I’m done. Go away.”

My voice shook as I spoke and whatever tiny little bit I had left in me broke as I watched the hurt cross over his face. He removed his foot and the second the block was no longer there I slammed the door shut. I turned around, letting my body slump against the cool surface and collapsed onto the floor. Tears flowed down my face and sobs rose into my chest. I hadn’t cried yet, not really. But losing Jay, pushing him away, was the final straw and I fell apart.

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #halstead and upton #jay halstead #hailey upton #halstead #jay x hailey #upstead #upton #vanessa rojas #rojas #angst

[hyphypmic]

HypMic: You Dare Cheat on Their Daughter?

@misaki-na asked: Hello! Can I request an Parents!AU about these Hypmic dads reacted to see their Daughter got dumped by her first bf because he's cheated on her? Thank you, have a nice day! 💕💕

Let’s get this.

Ichiro

Calm? Yeah he’s actually pretty calm honestly

Though he’s probably is fuming in anger inside

He would hold his daughter as she’s crying but then he would use and abuse his connections

Like he wouldn’t do anything drastic

He’d probably take out his rage on something else, not the guy

But he would so go after him, like personally go to his place of residence and threaten him

Or somehow  corner him and blast him with the hypnosis mic then pin him against the wall and threaten him

That rap is going to fucking nearly melt those brains out, but he would never let him forget

Jiro

Flat out makes a very, very threatening street art that so happens to be near his house

At first he’d be honoured right? But then… well it’s a very very realistic depiction and drawing of his death

Like as the person who was upset with Ichiro for abandoning him and Saburo, he would be very, very upset with that boyfriend

Though he wouldn’t make an actual attempt on the life though… well he’s matured enough to not like actually lash out

But then that street art would be very, very, very threatening with the undertones of death

Oh and, it wouldn’t be one art only, it would be a lot, to serve as reminders

Saburo

Oh god he’s so smart like, oh god whoever did that to is as good as dead

He’s not yonder level, but he, probably at this point, is successful in his own field and has a ton of connections

Like he could use Samatoki, or his own brothers for that matter because his daughter is basically their daughter

And it would really become a family affair so he would really have a plan that would involve more than one person attacking the dumbass

Like one time its gonna be Ichiro, then when the guy tries to run its Jiro, then last blow would be Saburo

Samatoki

Oh god, he would not take cheating kindly

But then he wouldn’t go sprack on his daughter like, he’d probably just click his tongue and tell her to be more careful but then also hold and comfort her if she’s crying

No one deserves to be treated like they’re second rate

I mean, he wouldn’t go out and kill him you know bc not allowed by everyone else (Jyuto, his s/o… the law)

But on the street and he sees him, he makes a fucking threat on his life

Or you know, just wreaks his house

Or beats him up… personally because he has all this pent up rage that he needs to let loose and additional Hypmic after the beating

Or has Jyuto have him arrested after Samatoki frames him for a crime, wreaks his house, beats him up and makes sure he’ll live in fear for the rest of his life

You hurt one MTC daughter, you have the whole MTC on you

Jyuto

Flat out finds blackmail of him and publishes it through an anonymous name because he has connections

Like not just crime blackmail, but actual incriminating blackmail of like humiliating pictures, stories

And the cheating story doesn’t make the front page with his daughter’s name on it, but the other girl’s name on it, also humiliating her

The victim is unknown and all and the story circulates with help with his connections and blackmail of his own

He also arrests him for crimes he didn’t commit and lets him fester there with the worst fucking inmates ever

And when he gets out, MTC will be on his heels

Samatoki would be out for killing, well sort of

Jyuto would make the law processes as hard as possible

Riou would just be a silent presence with his training

Riou

He wouldn’t react that bad, but then he would also be sent into the rage and has to go to the gym to cool off or punch some trees

Riou like setting traps right? Well, Riou sets traps. Riou fucking like finds out his schedule and has Jyuto make fake contracts that the guy would sign, or fake deliveries of drugs

And the guy would end up getting arrested and Riou would be there to beat him up while in the jail cell

Or tbh, kidnap him and place him in the middle of the woods where he would have to fucking survive on his own

No help will be given where no one can can hear him scream

Ramuda

You just fucked with the wrong division

But Ramuda would do it all on his own, and everyone is honestly fooled by his facade

So when is daughter comes up to him crying, saying the entire cheating thing, Ramuda just consoles her and cheers her up by going out and having a meal and all, but then he would have a plan in mind

He could bring the other two, but he wants the satisfaction of him doing it by himself, and he has a ton of connections and he knows how to play

So he would work on the blackmail, the small inconveniences, and also the fucking threats mailed to him, and his bank account emptying, the loss of friends, the eviction notices, the fake news and rumours spreading about him generally just ruining his life while he just watches from above and sees his daughter party about her ex having a miserable life

Oh and wardrobe, completely ruined

Gentaro

he will comfort his daughter and like tell her truths and reassure her of all the things and on the spot write a funny poem

An author will write

So he will write and publish so much shit, and most of his raps will be dedicated to hating on him

And he will publish stories that are lies, but written so well that everyone believes them, like think Reynolds Pamphlet except fake

So there’s an entire controversy about him and he keeps adding fuel to the fire by asking Ramuda to help him get the message across

And one day he will fucking tear him down with the worst and most painful rap of all that would leave him nearly insane and do you really want to cross him

Dice

Please don’t mess with Dice either

He will flat out, with no restraints, go after the guy the moment the daughter tells him

He will drag said guy back to the house and force him to apologise to her, but of course before that he would really beat him up within an inch of his life

And he’s honestly going to use hypnosis mic and really kill his mind and beat him so hard

All he wants is a better life for his daughter and not to be tossed aside like scrap

So yeah he’s furious as hell with no one to restrain him, and I really think he’s so strong that the punches fuelled with adrenaline are gonna hurt to the different level

Jakurai

Ill-doc

No really, do you want to mess with the assassin?

I mean, to his daughter, the usual comforting and the chill and the hugging

But that night, good lord someone should really send help to that guy

Jakurai loves process, that’s what he shares with Ramuda, so he does the thing where threats are placed everywhere and it drives him crazy

Think like batman but, with a real endgame kind of goal

and at the end, the guy will find himself cornered with Jakurai kind of just behind him like a shadow

Ill-DOC comes back with the kind of bone breaking that’s permanent, and it keeps him quiet because it leaves the promise for more

Or worse, injections that don’t kill, but flow like acid and burn for a long long time

Doppo

Calls up Jakurai

Or he deals with it himself, though he wouldn’t be so confrontational about it and would be a mess first

But when the guy starts to be condescending, he stops apologising

Because no one, condescends his daughter, he can take anything hurled at him, but once you start on ruining his daughter, you’re in a for a new treat

The things he’s about to do, he won’t apologise for any of it

The rap he blurts out is the most unapologetic thing that can happen, like really, the most unapologetic

Like Doppo with no barriers and he’s so brutal without worrying about being offensive or apologising

Hifumi

that boy is so dead

Hifumi isn’t the brute force kind of guy, but in a suit, he can easily persuade the guy to go drink with him in a bar

And Hifumi can charm him into another drink and another drink and another drink until he is ruined drunk

Completely ruined drunk that he does so many stupid things and Hifumi lets him

He even brings him to the host club to flirt and play with the girls, all the while Hifumi takes pictures with the guy’s fucking phone, posts them and lets everyone see them

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #headcanon #daughter #parents #buster bros #ichiro yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #mad trigger crew #samatoki aohitsugi #jyuto iruma #riou busujima #fling posse #ramuda amemura #daisu arisugawa #yumeno gentaro #matenrou #jakurai jinguji #doppo kannonzaka #hifumi izanami

[anodyne-sunflower]

Love me like you do (Part 26)-Balem series

A/N: I know, it’s been like 2 weeks lol but the last update took a month…so progress 🤷🏻‍♀️ haha. This chapter is more Balem-centric, so apologies for lack of BalemxReader interaction. But, as always, essential for my plot. Thanks for reading.

MOOD MUSIC: Take it all by Ruelle

***

Faint whispers and screams, both in pain and horror, was all Balem could hear within distance. The soft cover of smoke and the brief sparks from the harvest pods coming into view as he gazed his surroundings. Nothing seemed clear at first, his head pounding from the fall and the noise seemingly loud enough to destroy ones eardrums. In the back of his mind he vaguely remembered the resounding boom of an attack. The crumbling of his refinery and perhaps worst of all…losing ahold of you.

“Little bird…” He choked out, the dust settling and giving him a chance to gain his voice back. He felt no sense of your presence, but beneath the destruction he only hoped he found you safe. With whatever strength he could muster, he lifted his injured body from the ground, using a pod to keep his balance. There was nothing left of the throne room at this point. The windows were nothing more than shards and metal, the steps that led to his throne a pile of marble and dust. The envy of the universe was reduced to a pathetic scene of downfall, disrupted by the vengeance of a single man. If Balem could get his hands on Titus now, he would be sure no life was left in those eyes.

“Little-“ Balem fell back to the ground, clutching his side that dripped a steady stream of blood. It appeared his injury from the last attempt on his life reopened, adding an unnecessary issue to his already mounting problems. If he had the strength left, he’d yell for his advisor and guards, because every minute wasted was just another reason to feel concern for you. “Ah!” He screamed, the last of his reserves pushing through the pain. His hand slammed against the pillar, slipping weakly along the smooth marble as he pulled himself up. He had to press his shoulder into it, adjusting his weight to keep himself up and steady. If he took one more step forward he’d fall through the pit, the gravity hull taking him along with the debris already flying by. It was possible you had fallen through, and he wasn’t ready to entertain that assumption. Smart as you were, surviving that fall and speed was not something the human body could be accustomed to.

But, he had to find you, his mind and willpower were set on retrieving you back into the safety of his arms. He could not protect you so far away, and the thought of you lying injured somewhere below was adding to his stress. Before he could call for you once again, he heard the trail of footsteps coming from above. The hole in the throne room led to his location, and for a moment he believed Titus had sent some soldiers to finish the job. Fortunately, his brother wasn’t as thorough as he believed himself to be.

“Lord Balem!” His advisor’s voice broke through the sound of lasers and explosions in the backdrop of the city below. For once in his lifetime, he was content to see the splice standing above him, concern for his lord written clear on his mousy features. “Lord Balem, you’re alive!”

“Of course, I am, you fool!” Balem bit back, licking away the trickle of blood on his lip. He was in no mood to waste his energy on pleasantries. The pressing matter was finding you, and the sooner that happened the sooner he could deal with the threat of his family. “Where is she?” He harshly spoke, grunting as he fell back into the pillar and slid down. His battered body, in spite of the regenex that flowed in his veins, could not recuperate itself quickly enough.

“My lord-“

“Where is she?!” He hadn’t the time to entertain Mr. Night’s conversation, and the more the advisor skipped around the question the angrier it made him. “Where is she?!”

Mr. Night looked away in shame, knowing he hadn’t the answers to give the Primary. He prided himself on being the best advisor, the only one capable of dealing with a lord like Balem. Only now he felt useless in the task set for him. “My lord…we’ve only just found you. I’m afraid the soldiers were occupied with-“

“I do not want your excuses!” The Primary attempted to get up, ready to destroy whatever and whoever stood in his way. But, his body failed him once more, causing him to fall pathetically onto the floor. The weakness he felt, the vulnerability of losing you, it all fueled the ferocity growing inside. “Mr. Night-“

The advisor beckoned some guards over, the glint of the fires outside Balem’s alcazar shining ominously against their armor. He had them rush down the dilapidated throne room, traversing the edges along with him as they made their way to the Primary. They were met with rage, Balem angrily glaring up at them like the entire assault on his livelihood was in their hands. Mr. Night hadn’t expected any different, but the added disappearance of Balem’s little paramour surely did not help matters.

The guards tried to help Balem up, gripping at his forearms and lifting, but he refused them both. “Find her. Now.” He threatened through gritted teeth, the icy glare in his eyes making the men and Mr. Night grow increasingly uncomfortable. Death was a constant sentence when working around Balem, and none of them wished to be victim to it.

“My lord we-“

“FIND HER!” Balem roared, grabbing his advisor roughly by the collar and seething in his face. Whatever patience he did hold, was now void. “If you don’t,” Balem whispered dangerously, staring over the splice’s features with a hint of passion at the idea of finally ending him. “I will personally see to it that you take your last breath.”

Mr. Night trembled in his hold, nodding meekly as Balem released him from his intimidating grasp. “As..as you wish, my lord. I will send whatever men I can to search the alcazar and the outlying area. If she is in this palace, we’ll find her.” There was very little assurance he could give, and deep down he felt your survival was unlikely. The attack had already increased the casualties of Balem’s army, and even more were missing somewhere beneath the chaos. None of this was including the dead among the city below. He could not comprehend the obsession the Primary held for you, but it was doubtful Balem would be willing to let the matter go.

“See to it that they do!” Balem scoffed, turning his gaze to the pillars lining the floor. Somewhere beneath all of that, you may be in there and the lack of action towards searching for you weighed heavy on his mind. He would not rest easy until he held you in his arms, and should he never be able to partake in the pleasure of that again, he would rain hell upon Titus. And he’d find joy in seeing his little brother beg for his pathetic life, a mercy Balem was never going to give him.

“My lord, you’re bleeding we must-“

“Find her for me, Mr. Night. Or I will watch you all hang from what is left of the refinery.” There was no emotion in his words, even though it was evident how great he felt for you within his eyes. But, he would never show that to the men before him. Not outright. But, he would make sure they did their duties. “Go.”

The soldiers glanced reluctantly at one another, debating on whether leaving Balem to bleed out would come back and haunt them. “GO!” But, at his insistence, they quickly made their way through the rubble, taking direction from Mr. Night who skeptically looked towards the fallen Primary.

***

Time couldn’t go any quicker for Balem, who sat upon his bed and grimaced at the slight pain of his wounds. The medic dabbed as gently as they were able over the reopened slash, knowing the slightest slip of their hand could cause Balem to fall into another fit of rage. He was teetering on edge as it is, adding more pain to that equation would no doubt end him.

“I’m afraid there’s no sign of your brother, my lord.”

“Of course there isn’t.” Balem bitterly spoke, giving Greeghan an annoyed glance before he hissed in agony. The medic pulled away for a second, checking to see if it was okay to continue. Thankfully, the Primary seemed more preoccupied with other troubles. “He’s not going to stay behind and gloat when he can be miles away celebrating his victory!” He grabbed the healing spray from the medic, throwing it harshly to the side and pushing the man away. As far as he was concerned, there was no longer a need to sit and be fussed over. His entire business laid burning on the ground, the threat of his downfall and now your disappearance. He wasn’t ready to find peace, not until he remedied one of those situations.

“Of course, my lord. There is one other matter-“

“Then speak!” Balem leaned into the window, gripping the metal molding tightly as the soft breeze came rushing into his chambers. The cracks and breaks in the glass were still an eyesore for him, but it was the heavy scent of oil and smoke that turned his stomach the most.

“There is still no word on where she…”

Balem already knew the end of that sentence, and each word that left the sargorn’s mouth only brought a greater sense of dread over him. How long was he to go not knowing your fate? For there was little else on his mind than seeing you. If this was punishment by the higher gods, he would not sit idly by and accept it.

His fingers dug roughly into the metal, nearly cracking the edge of his nails in his anger. He’d kill everyone in this alcazar if he possessed the strength to do it. There was no reason behind it, besides needing to vent the heated passion boiling intently inside him. “Keep looking.” His voice trailed into a small whisper, the emotions seeping in him finally mixing over the only way he knew how to handle unwanted situations: rage and turmoil.

“But, my lord we-“ Greeghan shut his jaws, humming a meek growl when the Primary turned to look at him. In all the years of being his guard, the glare the Primary exhibited now was unlike any he’d seen. There was a glistening to his eyes, as if the pain he felt was finally spilling over. Only the typical response to one’s grief being comfort, was not quite the reaction Balem had a need of. In spite of his display of anguish, the unhinged aura Balem let off was frightening. Even for a creature of his stature, Greeghan had felt fear grip his heart. There was a promise of death in Balem’s eyes, an unspoken deal that if he came back into this chamber empty handed or otherwise questioned him again…he’d kill him. Without hesitation.

“Right away, Lord Balem.” The Sargorn bowed, stomping his way out of the room before Balem had decided to end it now. The Primary watched him go, eyes now falling to the medic laying on the floor still. It took just a stare for the man to realize it was his time to leave now, and he eagerly scrambled away from Balem right behind Greeghan.

Balem was left in the silence of his horrific chambers, falling deeper into his grief while the grand clock ticked away. It was like every shift of the clock mocked him, giving him reason to believe that it counted down to the moment he’d no longer have you. At this point he wasn’t sure what was the worse outcome. If Titus held you, there was very little he could do to convince his brother to free you. Nothing short of his surrender would end that battle. And if you were dead…the very thought spun him into an episode of rage he never thought himself capable of.

“TITUS!” Balem screamed into the night, slamming his palm hard onto the broken glass and ignoring the shards that embedded themselves into his skin. He was losing himself. The will to remain calm and collected, to fight through this and come out victorious in the end no longer a possibility in the desolation of his mind. He was not equipped for loss, even in regards to the very woman he loathed every day. His mother was a smear upon his life, but he regretted much about their relationship. He could not handle the idea of regretting yours.

Balem leaned desperately against the window, bare chest heaving as he felt his power slipping slowly from his hands. He needed you here with him, by his side and perfectly well. He could not pinpoint the moment he fell for you, not exactly, but he desired nothing more than to fall into your arms and regain the last shred of peace he had in his life. Without you, he found that familiar isolation of life returning to him.

“My lord,” Mr. Night came rushing into the chambers, two guards once again in tow. Balem didn’t bother greeting them, he stayed silent in his position. Still contemplating the end results of all of this. It took the splice a moment to gauge the Primary’s mood, but the sullen demeanor was enough to alert him of the dangers. Treading carefully was the only option now. “I-“

“I sincerely hope for your sake you have good news for me.” Balem placed his bloodied hand on the large glass still intact, not even flinching when the shards dug deeper into him. It was as if the madness he nursed inside was a productive form of medication. It just fueled his adrenaline, giving him that push to figure out his next step.

The advisor dropped his gaze, inhaling his worry and shifting uncomfortably as Balem’s presence grew ominous. “I’m afraid we could not locate her. I understand you instructed Greeghan to keep looking but, I fear,” Mr. Night held his hand towards the guard behind him, retrieving the item they found in the basements below. “This is all that was left…”

Balem paused briefly, staring at the balcony before bringing himself to turn back. He wasn’t sure what to expect, and truth be told he had an inkling Titus had taken you from him. But, seeing that necklace dangle from his advisor’s hand, it was another hit to his bruised psyche. He recognized the jewelry immediately, knowing it was the same one he had given you not so long ago. You were wearing it before all of this, hidden beneath your white dress he greatly admired. The green of the gem stood out to him, reminding him of you amidst all this chaos. Beautiful and elegant in its own right.

Balem pushed off the window, gravitating towards his advisor and holding his hand out. The splice dropped the necklace into his open palm, cautiously awaiting the next demand of the Primary.

“I am sorry, my lord…”

“Titus.” Balem muttered, earning a confused stare from the others. They were aware of the person behind the attack, but they weren’t up to speed on the plotting of their own master. Balem seemed rather taken with whatever idea he had, that familiar glint of animosity apparent in his eyes. The two guards weren’t on the same page, thinking it’d be best to hold off on any further military planning. Mr. Night could see this, but he hoped they were both wise enough to simply take orders in stride.

“Get my ship ready.” Balem turned away from them, keeping the necklace safe in his grasp as he pulled his shirt on. He adjusted the leather sleeves, expecting all of them to continue on instead of dawdle about. But, they lingered there, going so far as to ignore Mr. Night in his attempt to move them away. It was frustrating enough to handle the tantrum of a younger brother, but to be subjected to the insubordination of his guards was the last straw. “Did I not make myself clear enough?” Balem spoke to them with asperity, keeping his eyes trained on the outside world as they continued to stand still behind him.

The soldiers eyed one another closely, trying to decipher the lengths to which the other was willing to go. They knew defying the brooding Lord was a risk, but so was leaving those docks. It was all a matter of how death should come that they faced a decision. “Lord Balem,” one spoke up. His tone was already a mix of fear and defiance, though you’d be foolish to think him brave. “The docks and ships aren’t accessible.”

Mr. Night shut his eyes in exasperation, lips pursing under the uneasiness he felt. There was no turning back from that disrespect, and he only had to wait until the soldier faced the full extent of Balem’s wrath.

“Not accessible?” Balem questioned him, though the malice in his tone was evident. The Primary scoffed at the statement, grabbing for his collar before facing them all again. He kept his domineering gaze on the soldier, bringing his gold collar up and locking it into place around his neck. He disliked his demands being threatened, even more when it came from a person inferior to him in every way. “I’m to understand Titus managed to destroy every last ship and the docks?”

“No, the damage done is-“ The solider began, feeling less confident in his argument when Mr. Night and the other guard started backing away. It was like being left to the enemy, abandoned by your comrades and left to the elements. Only in his case, Balem was a more frightening foe than Mother Nature herself.

“Are the ships destroyed?” The Primary circled the soldier, playing with the necklace in his hands. He dangled the chain around, letting it slip delicately around his fingers as he eyed the jewel within the silver casing. His mind often ran to you, even through the judgement of his guard he felt only the desire to have you by him. The necklace seemed so insignificant to most, and he could easily purchase more. But, this particular one hung from your neck, perfectly sculpted against your smooth skin he adored to touch. There was nothing like it, but he wasn’t above sending a statement. And if he could get his hands on his little brother, with you safely back with him, then he could always gift you with more. The more he thought on it, the less significant the item became. Because, nothing in this wretched world would ever compare to the perfection he saw in you.

“My lord, I-“

The soldier’s voice cut off, a strangled cry coming from him when Balem sneered and wrapped the chain over his neck. He didn’t allow the fool to press him with further insults. Time was precious now, and lacking good help was not a hindrance he’d put up with. If they had to learn their lessons through the deaths of others, he’d gladly demonstrate the power he held.

The soldier gasped weakly, clawing at the Primary’s hands for air only to have him tug harder on the chain. Balem could hear the soft snaps of the metal links, but they meant little to him. The reddening face of the soldier, and his weakening stance was enough to see the fight was at an end. With a harsh pull he tugged the soldier into him, whispering proudly against his ear as he struggled in his hold. “I have lost the one thing I care for in my life,” Balem stared down, watching as the soldier gurgled and dropped his hands to his sides. His will to live was stretched to its limits, and even if Balem allowed him a second chance it was too late by now. “And you fail to find her for me. And then you have the gall to deny me the chance of finding her myself.” At this point it was impossible to tell if the soldier could even hear him anymore. But, for the sake of his own pride he continued on. “When I say to get my ship ready, I mean for you to do it without question. Bow, and then leave me. It’s a simple thing to follow…and you’ve only yourself to blame for this.” He released the necklace from his hold, coldly staring down as the soldier fell in a lifeless heap on his chamber floors. That darkness he was so often plagued with was in abundance, and all he felt was satisfaction at seeing the threat of his plans diminished to nothing. “Would any of you like to add to this foolishness?”

Mr. Night and the other soldier stared in dismay, frozen in place by their own fear of the lord. His advisor had expected nothing short of death, but witnessing the extent of Balem’s anger was an entirely traumatizing experience. It occurred to him how at ease the Primary was with you, because the last few months had been shrouded in a relatively quiet comfort. The outbursts had lessened, and for once in his life he didn’t feel under constant stress from his position here. Unfortunately, now that peace was mired in conflict. “N-No, Lord Balem…I will see to it myself that your clipper is prepared and the soldiers units are ready for deployment.”

Balem ran a hand through his hair, fixing the fallen strands back into place before considering the splice’s words. At this point he was ready to begin this journey into looking for you. His brother was no doubt expecting him, but it was the chase Titus was fond of. And with the vastness of space it could take a while to pinpoint your exact location. “Then do not waste my time further. And you,” Balem glared at the other soldier, motioning towards the body of his comrade. “Clean this up.”

Mr. Night bowed respectfully, giving the soldier a nasty look that begged for no more screw ups. There was much to prepare before departure, and he wanted everything to run smooth before whatever patience Balem had was spent.

***

His eyes traversed the outer edges of his city through the throne room windows, or what was left of them, observing the smoke that rose from the damage already done. By the day’s end his workers managed to put out the fires, leaving much of the city below a charred mess. The high rises and shops were left in disarray, the planet he once prided himself on now a mess of scattered debris and bodies. He could stand and lament over his loss, but in this moment he cared little for it. It occurred to him how deeply he had fallen into despair without you. Over the months he had grown fond of you, life had seemed easier to journey through. Now he was fully aware of the lack of patience and joy on his part. Even the hours since your unfortunate run in with Titus, he found himself growing more furious.

“Your clipper is ready to deploy my lord. As are the fighter ships.”

Balem glanced to the side, not bothering to fully turn and face his advisor. He was irritated, loathing the time spent away from you and not knowing what Titus had planned. The thought of him touching you, it only increased the discomfort he felt. If he found you so much as harmed, he’d not hesitate to rid his life of that worm of a sibling. “Did you locate Titus?”

“He may be using some form of cloak-“

“Do not placate me with your words, Mr. Night.” Balem turned back to him, cape slipping over the broken steps. He fidgeted mindlessly with his gold bracers, cold glare still focused on the gates up in the sky. “We’ll depart for Cerise. I’m sure Kalique will be more than helpful.” He spat her name with contempt, knowing she was aware of Titus’ little plan. If she did not cooperate, he feared tonight would end with one Abrasax still alive.

Mr. Night bowed in respect, though his expression conveyed the apprehension he felt. It was plain to see how unsettled Balem was, and as wise as the eldest Primary could be, irrational behavior was something he could be prone to. He feared retaliation would only further this feud between brothers, and if it ended with your death…well, Balem would no longer be easy to console.

“My lord is this wise?”

“Understand this, Mr. Night…I will lose everything,” Balem’s eyes casted over the broken windows, jaw tightening into an expression of unbridled anger. He could stare outside towards that large rotating gate above, and know he’d never see you again unless he took action himself. He would not sit by and allow the blatant disrespect to befall his alcazar or his heart’s desire. “Before I lose her.”

*** A/N: Was it boring? Lol Writing it felt a tad boring…hope it was worth a read though. I’m looking forward to the next one way more! ❤️

#balem abrasax x reader #balem abrasax #balem x reader #balem #balem abrasax x you #balem x you #jupiter ascending #eddie redmayne #lmlyd

[hellomynudebrain]

Celestial witch

Hello nurses! I promied to come back, but it has been hard since a lot of stuff has been happenign lately at home, and the quarentine hasn’t helped me at all. I thought I could cpontinue writting from my house but I had to take care of my lil´ brother and helped him with his homework, besided to do my chroses at home. Right now, I’m using the computer from work because I’ll have to be here. 

Anyway, thi fic is a original story from me. I was reading these past few months Isekai mangas and manhwas and I couldn’t keep this story for myself. It’s too long but if you have the time to read it, I’ll be really thankful. n_n (I’ts a series sorry n_n;)

(Ding, Dong) (Ding, Dong) (Ding, Dong)  The story counst when the bells tower, from the white silk pallace can be hear through all the capital means two things. A joyfull event is happening, like the wedding from the next king or a trial, the dreadful fall from a noble.  Inside the silk white pallace was now the king as wise and cruel as a mortal being can be. Next to him is her queen. She was the second wife, since his first one died due a illness. The queen was a very beautiful brunette with green eyes as emeralds, always showing a happy kind of superficial smile on her face. And for the last, between them was the primer minester, Alec, all dress in black, almost if he was on a funeral. He is stoic, but his feets betrayed him, because, even if he was standing up as a firm tower, his feet move to one way to the other. He only could only lean next to his magesty and whisper.  -Sorry, his magesty, Caesar. I apologize for this unnecesary trial, if I only had acted on time... -The apologectic words break the stoic face from the firts minester.  -Alec....stop it. It's not your fault, you did what you could as father.- On the other side of the room, full from the all aristocracy from all the country, a petite brunette girl with a pink freckless dress could be noticed because she  was trembling and sobbing between the arms from a blond hair, hansome crown prince, Julius, who was really upset about make that girl come to the trial.   -Father! Please, bring that monster immediately! The poor Marywhite is trembling in fear. She doesn't have to endure this kind of ....only if she was... - Julius looked at the big gate, hoping that whoever had this trial come and end it relly soon. -Julius, I get your feeling but remember that you have to control yourself. Besides, Marywhite is stronger than you think, doesn´t she, Alec?- His magesty asked to the prime minester, who answered with no hesitation.  -That's right, your magesty. My daughter is strong, indeed. - The prime minester could be stoic, but when he answered, his eyes were full of pride direct to his daughter.  Marywhite, his daughter, when she saw the gaze from his father, she immediately could face the gate in front of her with determination. All the getlemen beside her gave her reasuring word.  - You can do it, Marywhite. If our other brother could be here, he will support you, too.- A man with red hair behind her said.  -Thank you, Prince Duncan. - The second prince looked at her with a daring gaze.  -Yes, you are very brave girl and my favorite cousin, Marywhite. -Said a stoic handome long gray man with glasses  besides her.  - You can be stubborn, but you aren't a coward, freckles girl. - A  white cute expressionless boy with a black cape spoke.  Words that sounded with bad intentions, but they were not came from that mouth.  -That's right, you have your friends with you. - A tall gentle boy with honey brown hair told her with a kind smile.  With the support word, Marywhite was encoraged to face "The monster from Silk Academy", her own half sister who name is Dahlia.  Dahlia was the first dauther from the minester and Julius' official beyonce. She was borned from a woman from Ocnut, a country in the south of the continent. The first minester hated, Dahlia, because she resembled her dead mother. So, he decided to let her live on the house where her mother died with the help. He never show up or pay a visit to know how she was. Isolated and with no love from her only father, Dahlia, became obese, with wire as hair and with a face cover with acne, but so much worse she used to put much make up, making her look more awful than she was. But above from that she had the worst personality, stupid and powerless. Her notes were the worst from her class and has no magic powers, that's why she bullied her sister, because she was jelaous from her. Neverheless, Marywhite was gentle, kind, smart and beautiful, besides Juliu's fell in love with Marywhite and ended up spending his time with her, which made Dahlia got angrier and throw Marywhite from the stairs. That's why the trial was set, Julius couldn't take it anymore and conviced the king, his father, to make a trial for all Dahlia's sins.  Finally the has come, the knights were runnign over the place, Dahlia was captured a day before and sent to the dugeons, because that way she couldn't escape. The gates were opening, Marywhite was facing the gate with courage, but her fist was shaking. She was there.  Dahlia entered to the room with a tacky black dress with brown and pink freckless. Indeed, she was obese. Her eyes were awfuly black, and no matter how many mutters she could hear in the room, she looked arrogant.  -His magesty, I, Dahlia Wickham, daugther from Paul Wickham and Viola Onyx, is in front of you, and honestly I don't know why I'm treated like this. When I am the daughter from the prime minester and a ducchess! I shouldn´t have to be like this! I'm a very important woman from this country and all have been really disrespectful with me! I can't tolerate this behavior!... And my sister....Agh! She is with MY beyonce! Father, that happened because you spoild her too much! And whatever it's my sin, I didn't do anything! - Dahlia stared talking without knowing she was adding fuel to the fire, making displease the king. -Duchess Dahlia! I, the king, permited that you could heritage the title from your mother since she was special for me and the court which also lead me to bring this trial, so if your faking innocence, I will not tolerate it, even if you are oblivious of your acts toward your sister, that wouldn't exempt you! - the king was incredible mad, he was a wise and calm ruler, but the arrogance and the hideous look from Dahlia made him wanted to end the trial as fast as he could.  -Julius, Ms. Marywhite! What is the sin from Dahlia?- The king turned his head where those two were and with a galant and brave look, Julius take Marywhite's hand and lead her with him in front from the monster.  - I, Julius, crown prince from the Silk kingdome testify against Dahlia Wickham, because since the begin, for jelously she harrassed her sister. Dahlia not only hurted her, even she tried to kill her while, my dear...this lovely being tried to confront bravely her own sister and she with malicious action throw Marywhite from the stairs!- Marywhite's hand were trembling with fear, but when she saw Julius confront Dahlia with resolution, she looked at her in the eyes and spoke.  -Yes, your highness! She sent a few ladies, who  were theatened by my sister position, to atack me on the library, they torned my dresses and leave dead animals in front of my room. Even I saw her cutting the strings from my viola...and finally...she send me a letter to see her on the music hall, and when she didn't show up, I turned my back to return to my dormitory, but a big a chubby hand pushed me...but I was lucky since prince Julius showed him self and save me with his magic!-  Marywhite was crying while she talked about Dahlia's sin, meanwhile Dahalia looked arrogant and pride of herself.  - I deny those actions and the proclamed sin that my sister and prince Julius are talking about and I don't know those ladies who harrassed my sister.- Dahlia was convinced about those words untill on the mutters of the crowd jumped five ladies with tears on their eyes.  - Your highness! That's right this woman threatened us with her power, she told us to do as her say or as a duchess or her father as the prime minester could over us! The king was atonished with the testimonies from the young ladies and her son. How the daughter from HER could be so vicious? This wise man was acing with this desicion, but the truth was there and he couldn't lessen his power with the nobles or the commoners.  - Silence! I heard enough! Prime minester, bring the white book!- After the crowd heard about the white book , the whispering become loud, almost as scream on the unisone.  The white book was a holy magic item and the record , where all the crimes from Silk were registered. All the criminal records and the judgement were written in there. The legend counts that, the king, exile and cut one arm from his own brother, who killed the previous king and forcefully take the crown.  The worst case, the dead penalty, the less harsh, the exile from the country and lose the tittle. But for a noble, someone from the aristocracy,the last one was the real death penalty. When the veredict was written on the book, it was better if the criminal do as it says, because if it wasn't like that, the celestial knight will torture and let the criminal to suffer long enough to wish to be dead  -Prime minester write this! Dahlia, daughter from the prime minester Alec Wickham and Viola Onyx, from now your engament with my son is annuled...-  The audience started talking at loud, because it was the best show they could've  ever saw. - Silence! I haven't finished talking! Your engament is annuled and your exile from my kingdome and your tittle as duchess is going to be erase from the noble record!-   After the king ended up with the judgement, Alec proceeded to write his daugther's name on the white book,  at that moment, Dahlia fell on the ground, sobbing and trembling. All was over for her. But Dahlia rised her gaze and growl in rage toward Marywhite making her shiver in fear Julius didn't think twice and took Marywhite to the place where they were at the begining of the trial and making a barricade with the youngman who were with them.  -Curse on you, you damn monster! How could you glare the pure Marywhite with those hideous eyes! Father!- Julius spook with hatred on his voice and direct his gaze where his father was. - Dahlia, you have to get out from my kingdome at the end of the day or a celestial knight will come after you! Did you get it?-  - Yes, your grace. But before I leave my home, May I ask a little favor, your grace?-  Dahlia answered with a docile and defeated voice - I wouldn't do a favor for someone who has been fall in disgrace, but your case is special...so, yes. What is this favor?- The king asked with tiredness. - May I do a little magic trick?- The moking and the laugherts sounded really loud in the room, even the king could't help to laugh a little, despise his friend, the prime minester, who was sinking in embarrasment.  -Yes, you can do a magic trick. Will you make a trick with cards or maybe some levitation?- The king's question was full from mockering and some giggles in it. -No, your grace. Something really shocking...but before that...Am I no longer someone from the nobles, right?- Dahlia asked that as she was putting salt on her own wound. -Yes....? Why do you ask? Your name is on the white book and it's irreversible! You are no longer a citizen from this kingdom and less part of the aristocracy!-  Suddenly, Dahlia stared  trembling, hoever,  she began to talk while do it.  -You know, dear father...No, that's not it...Mr. prime minester. Once you told me that you hated me since I look like my deceased mother and you only love Marywhite since she was the fruit from the love between your mistress and you....thank you for the hate!- After that a werid squeal could be hear coming from Dahlia. The horror faces from all the nobles and her father were indescribable, because Dahlia's body was melting since her tacky dress untill her arms and head. After that, she ended melting until a hard shell with a weird color was in front of them. All were afraid.  For a few seconds, there was silence. The silence wasn't calm or reasuring, but a long awful silence which predict the beginig from a storm. Suddenly, the rare shell beging to move, everybody put a step behing, all the young man surrounded  Marywhite, and put on guard with sword, enchantments and fist. The shell began to break, and a hand went out from it. A thing white hand, after that the hand began to crush the rest of the shell untill a woman was out of it. The woman was petite as Marywhite, but with wavy brown dark hair, plump pink lips and and dark eyes wich resemble the look of a cat. Her clothes were not from Silk kingdome. She was wearing a tight pair of  khaki pants, brown high boot heels, from another country, a jade necklace from the Lotto kingdom, a sword of black stone from Ture kingdom, a leather brown jacket, a rare ithem hanging on her right leg wich look look like a weapon, a white cotton blause from the Ocnut kingdome. She was something to see. The crowd was surprised and with their mounths open.  - Well, since I'm no longer a noble! Bring in on, paradise birds!- Dahlia yelled in the middle of  the place, and  all of a sudden, a pair of birds with many colors on its wings entered by the door and get near Dahlia and begin to talk.  - Dahlia Wickham, since you are now from the commoners, you, who has been gift with the most powerful magic and yearn for the top. You, who have completed your missions flawlessly, who has the most impressive physical habilities. Finally and officially, you have become a celestial knight!- After they spoke, a light start to cover her and in her left hand, on the ring finger, eight ring figures appear. And as the birds came they went away.  - Yes, finally! I'm a celestial knight!- Dahlia spoke lively.  While Dahlia was celebrating, all the nobles, the king, the queen an her father were atonished with the show they saw. Suddenly, The prime minester fell on his butt. The stoic face went away and instead a shocking face was in its place.  - Vi...vi...VIOLA!- The prime minester screamed in surprised and feared. The king was speachless, but Dahlia only looked at them with a mocking look in her eyes. She was having the time of her life.  - No, father....No, I mean Mr. Wickham. I'm not my mother, you will be unlucky if you saw her. - Said Dahlia with arrogant and amusing tone. The surprise was much more shocking. The monster has become a beautiful and cunning woman in front of them. But the silence and the surprice didn't  last much longer since on of the young man who was surrounding Marywhite lost his temper and attacked her.  - You have to be kidding me!- And a burst of ice magic was directed to Dahlia, but with just one hand she stoped it.  - Oh my, oh my! Mr. Rin. Are you deaf? - The cute boy was perplexe with the sudden display of power. Since he was the best mage from the white faction, a genius. The way Dahlia stop his atack was really impressive.  -Anyway, Mr. King. I'll be leaving since you order me to do so, but educate well your subdites....beacause, you know what happened if someone from your army attack me, don't you? - The arrogance was clearly showing in Dahlia's word, but more than that a shiver made jolt the king. Yes, he knew.  -Hey, old man!- Dahlia yelled to his father - Maybe this time you can go a take a stroll in that house where you abandoned me... Alright, since I got what I want, I'm leaving. - She take a strange pair of dark glasses  from a pocket and put her on her face, and as last act from her she turned her head and directed a few words for the king. -By the way, Mr. King, since I'm no longer a noble, or oven a citizen. Whatever happens in this country is out my bussiness-   In the begining from the trial, most of the noble went to kill their bore, but they got more than expected. Some others were hurt in their pride, as the knight with Brown hair, which name was Justin, who didn't heard the warning from the beautiful and powerful woman. So, when she turned her back to the royals, he attaccked her with his sword  since he saw a blind point, but he was so naive, because when he didn't see his sword had been collide with the black sword of hers.  -Justin, back off! You don't know what this attack can bring us as a country.- The king get up of his seat and scream in desperation. -But his grace... -  -No but's, back off!- The pride from Justin, the knight, who has never tasted the flavor of defeat, it was humilated. He decided to go back to where he was. Dahlia was mocking from the ones who came to mock of her and with an smirk on her face wave her hand on the air and pass through the door.  Once outside from the pallace, a seductive woman with curly red hair and a purple cape was accompanied  by a man with an androgynous features, white skin and black hair, who obviously belong to another country were waiting with three hippogriff.Dahlia didn't think twice and jump over the wild animal. The animal instead of kicking her or rampage, the wing animal was happy and even puring like a cat.  -Let's go, my lady. - Said the woman and the man at the same time.  -Hey, I'm not a noble anymore!- Dahlia replied in a displease way. The both of them, turned their head to each other and giggled about it.  -For us, you will be always our lady.- Dahlia sight in song of being annoyed with that response, but she let it happened.  Before the animal could open his wings and fly away from there. A young man was running through the stairs. It was the handsome man with the gray hair and glasses. He was infront of Dahlia out of breath, wich make him hard to talk.  -Ar...are you really Dahlia?! My cousin Dahlia?!- He said while leaning on his knees,  an uncool way to regain his breath. Dahlia was upset for the way he treated her, but in the end was her firts love.  - Have you not seen a portrait from my deseas mother, cousin James?- She asked annoyed.  -Yes, but...- He doubt of his answer which make Dhalia got angrier.  -Then, there's no need to ask.- She was clearly angry, but James tried to talk with her.  - You're barely 18 years old, where are you going? Who is these people? What about the state on the border?- He was desperate to get an answer, all his words trampled one after other. Dhalia could be mean, but she knew what she had to be done.  -James,  that old man will designate to take care of that state. When you'd arrive, all the rumors about that state will tumble. The reality from the state will shock you. Immediately, when you put an step on the house, you have to ask Miles about an old leather diary on the shelves from the main oficce. That diary has important information about the future of this country. It's up to you if you believe what I wrote in that diary, however, if you belive what is write, I left inside of it a leave a two pieces of clay in form of a Lamasu, don't breake it! If you are in inminet danger put the piece of clay in your hands and say "Bring me where Dahlia, the black flower is" . That's all. -  And with that, she raised her hand in sign of depart. The hippogriff open its silver wings wide open and started to flap them, raising through the sky. James was confused, all the information that was giving to him was nothing, he wanted to know how his cousin get so beautiful, how she became a celestia knight and what were her real intentions with this show disguise as trial. But in his desesparation he could only scream a few word.  - Dahlia! Wait, I need to know!- He had his eyes wide open and all his emotions ere showing in his face. Dahlia looked down and scream in resturn.  -Just do as I said, we will see each other when the time comes!- And with those words the magnificant animal with its beautiful rider rise through the sky with its companions and dissapeared from Jame´s view.  

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Goner (2)//Josh Dun Fanfiction

Part 1

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“Let me guess, it’s why me? Why me? Like, as you would say a little bitch?”

               “Hey bitch boy!” Josh heard someone yell from somewhere behind him, great. Only 2 days into being at a new school this happens. All because he didn’t want to pick a fight the other day. “Hey! I’m talking to you.” Football quarterback Witland Cos stormed up, grabbing Josh by the shoulder. “Buddy, I only want to hang out. Is that so bad?” He laughed, wrapping his arm over Josh’s shoulders. “You see, we know you’re the new kid. So we took it upon ourselves to teach you the hierarchy of this place.” Josh resisted rolling his eyes at the words spewing from the jock’s mouth.

               “Athletes are on top. We can make or break the school—so everyone stays on our good side, or they learn the hierarchy the hard way.” Another jock added.

               “Then it’s the beautiful cheerleaders. They’re our second in command. If it weren’t for them, we wouldn’t be able to push on day, after day.” Witland continued, leading Josh over to the picnic tables on the far side of the schoolyard. “After them comes everyone else. They know the rules, if you get picked to fight. You man up and fight.” Josh chose to stare at the ground, forcing his eyes to stay there, rather than roll at the utter stupidity rolling off this jock’s tongue. “Now where does that leave you? Hm.” The football player pretended to think, looking at his buddies with a smile. “That means he’s at the bottom, isn’t that right guys?” The rest of the football team laughed in response, leaving Josh sitting there eyebrow arched.

               “Okay, I’m at the bottom—I get it. Can I go now?” He mumbled, frustrated in the fact that he was being kept here to be ridiculed.

               “Is that attitude we’re hearing?” Witland stood in front of the smaller boy, hands in fists at his sides. “Because if that’s the case, I’ll knock your fucking teeth in.” He growled, only to be cut off by the English teacher walking out.

               “Boys, what are you all doing out here?” She snapped, walking over to the picnic table where Josh sat, surrounded by walking-talking steroid syringes. “All of you back to class—and I expect to see you all in detention. Except you Mr. Dun get a warning, don’t let me see you cutting class again young man.” She pointed a finger at him, though he knew she wasn’t angry. She commented on how soft-spoken and polite he was after being in her class for a couple of days; she seemed to like getting someone who was at least half interested in the material.

               “You’re lucky, Dun.” Witland snapped, shoving him forward as they walked back into the school.

               I must say Witland, you’re amazing at welcomes. Your hierarchy, is it still going strong? Or has it dissipated since you got kicked from the football team. Hmm?

               “Dun!” Josh cringed as he heard his surname being yelled from across the hallway. “This is all your fucking fault!” The man backed him into the locker—none other than Cos himself. “I’m off the fucking football team, because Mrs. B thinks I was intentionally trying to cause harm the other fucking day. I’m about to fucking cause harm.” Josh felt his heartbeat escalate within his chest—pounding so hard and fast that he was surprised it didn’t bust out and spray everyone in the hallway.

               Now Cos, you and I both know that you got kicked because of your less than impressive track record at school. I was only there for 2 days and heard that you skipped almost all your classes—and were borderline failing too. But you needed a scapegoat, and who else than the new kid who had the glory of showing up a few days before karma hit you.

               “I didn’t ask to go outside with you, or sit there. So I don’t see how it’s my fault.” Josh started, only to be stopped when a force hit his jaw. Such a force that it sent him to the ground—leaving him coughing as he felt his mouth fill with a warm liquid. Blood. Wonderful.

               “Get up bitchboy!” He snarled, grabbing Josh by the arm and pulling him off the floor. “Fucking look at me you coward. I want to see your fear before I beat the shit out of you.” Witland scoffed, dropping the boy to the floor when a spray of spit and blood hit his face. Josh wasn’t about to go down without some sort of fight. “That’s it.” Witland growled, dropping to the floor, sending punches to the smaller male—who was currently using his arms to try and deflect them.

               “Hey, hey!” A teacher yelled, walking through the mass pile of kids to intervene the fight. “Cos, my office, now! Someone take Mr. Dun to the nurse please.”

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               You froze in place, that’s the first time you met the mysterious boy. Or at least officially met him.

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               “I will sir.” You piped up, considering everyone else just gawked at the site. “Do you need help getting up?” You asked, crouching to the guys level, as he was laying on the floor—blood smeared all over his face. He slowly began pushing himself up into a sitting position, coughing violently as he did so. You silently picked up his stuff, putting it all away in his bag, before slinging it over your shoulder and helping the boy up. “Are you feeling okay?” You whispered, walking along with the boy, keeping a hand on his back. Praying to whoever would listen that he wouldn’t faint—considering he was a fair amount taller than you.

               “I’m fine.” He groaned, falling back into a chair when you reached the nurses office. The nurse walked out, taking one look at Josh before ushering him back. “Are you coming? Free pass out of math.” He laughed quietly, nodding toward where the nurse was.

               “If you’re okay with it, I guess I could stick around to make sure you’re alright.” You grinned softly. Picking up his backpack before following him back.

               You sat in the corner of the room, watching as the nurse cleaned off Josh’s face—looking at his nose, and mouth—the two areas where the most blood was coming from.

               “It’s not as bad as it looks Josh—face and head bleeds look a lot worse than they actually are.” You mumbled, hoping to provide some comfort for the boy. “Don’t ask how I know—that’s a long story.” He laughed at your last comment, looking over at you when the nurse walked to the cupboard to grab something.

               “You seem pretty smart, so I’m guessing you studied up?” He tried smiling at you, only lifting a part of his mouth before cringing in pain. “Did I break something?” He asked the nurse, who nodded with a sigh.

               “Your nose seems a bit broken, take these.” She handed the boy 2 pills. “And sit tight for now. They’re Tylenol, which will hopefully ease up the pain you have now, and after I put things back in place.” She explained, fingers lightly touching his nose.

               “You can do that?” Josh asked, after taking the pills—watching as the nurse happily explained her second official title of paramedic. “Are you ready to comfort me when I cry like a baby, miss…whatsername?” He laughed, shifting his weight so he was leaning on his one side looking over at you.

               “It’s Y/N, and if you want me to try and comfort you I’m more than happy to help?” You laughed.

               As it turned out, he groaned—bit his lip so hard it started bleeding again and you, like you promised were there to comfort him through the pain.

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               That wasn’t the end of it, was it Cos? You felt pain shoot through your insides at the ironic smile the boy on your screen held. It looked like he was about to cry—but his smirk said he was enjoying every second of this. You continued to hunt me down day after day just so I knew how worthless I was in your stupid hierarchy.

               “Joshy, how are you this wonderful day?” Witland walked up, hands in his pockets as he gave the cockiest smirk to the shorter boy. Who rolled his eyes in response. “Because, everyone’s talking man, you’re having a hard time climbing up that social ladder. Seems like every time you get a step up, you get knocked back down.” Josh let out an aggravated sigh, but never quit walking on his journey home.

               “I’m actually happy with where I am, thanks though.” Josh muttered, no emotion held in his voice. If he learned one thing over his 17 years of life—it was that you don’t add fuel to a fire you can’t contain.

               “Well that’s too bad, because I’m going to help you out. I’ll take you under my wing, and you might just climb to the top there bud.” Witland smiled, giving Josh a nudge with his elbow.

               “I politely decline.” Josh smiled back at the man, making his way up to the familiar driveway. His families new driveway to their new house. Wonderful.

               “You’ll regret that, bitchboy.” Witland called, making his way down the street, leaving Josh a feeling of dread in his stomach.

               So that’s it. That is how you, Mr. Cos assisted in my decline to destruction. Not that I’m blaming you for what I did—no. This isn’t a guilt trip to try and bring everyone down with me. You know the saying, every story has 2 sides. Well here’s mine, sounds a bit different from what was passed around school, huh?

               You felt nauseas. You remember going to school and everyone whispering about how rude Josh was to Witland. The story was he asked for it. Told the football team to get fucked and bring on all they could.

               For a second back then, you believed Josh to be rebellious enough to try.

               Maybe that’s why you felt so sick hearing the truth.

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