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𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧

TW: unauthorized/nonconsensual photography, sexual harassment, threatening, offensive insults, overprotective behavior, angst, usage of drugs (marijuana), peeping tom

A/n: Not all characters will be dated/developing relationships in the first book/season. You may have to wait until the second book/season if you are waiting for a specific character.

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Chapter 1: Heavenly 》Next

"Bro! BRO!" I curl over myself laughing as my best friend runs out of the yard, trying to get away.

Tears prick at my eyes and my best friend falls to the ground laughing.

"Bruh, I was NOT tryna get caught!"

He manages to say before joining me at my side.

"Okay, but you ain't have to run out the yard!"

His laughing finally dies down and we walk back inside, his left arm draped over my shoulder in a friendly manner. Seeing Chifuyu and Kazutora still chilling on the couch, I take a seat next to Kazutora, throwing my legs over his lap. Baji sits next to Chifuyu, his right arm resting on the back of the couch over the blond's shoulders.

"Kazu, Fuyu, tell me why Baji gon' run out the front yard when I tried to hit him for spraying me." I lean back on the armrest of the couch, getting comfortable. Slight chuckles leave them and Baji's face grows a bit red.

"I was runnin' for my life, bruh." he smiles at the group.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and Kazutora looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"One of your lil' side hoes?"

I take my phone out and give him a ' Are you serious right now?' look. He puts his hands up defensively.

"I'm just asking the questions that need to be asked!" I chuckle at him and Chifuyu defends me.

"Jealous much?" He raises his eyebrow, mirroring what Kazutora had done. Kazutora gets defensive and I roll my eyes at their bantering. I unlock my phone to see who texted me.

H: Are you coming or not? H: Getting tired of waiting.

I roll my eyes at his impatience before texting back.

Me: Yea? Me: And one thing you not gon do, lil boy, is rush me. 😒🖕🏾

He reacts to my message with a laughing face, and before I can tell him I'm not playing, my phone gets snatched out of my hands by Baji.

"' Are you coming or not?', ' Yea?'" He reads the message aloud and looks at me in disbelief.

Chufuyu springs up from his seat before taking the phone himself.

I stand up as well and punch Baji's arm.

"Don't touch my shit, nigga." I attempt to take my phone from Chifuyu, but he swiftly avoids me. His eyes never leave the screen as his face scrunches up in a mixture of surprise and disgust.

Kazutora chimes in.

"The same way some grown man tryna touch on you?" he snorts and I roll my eyes.

"Yall really think yall funny, huh?" I finally manage to take my phone from Chifuyu and quickly lock my phone.

Baji crosses his arms. "Who's 'H'?" he raises an eyebrow. The other two men nod along.

"That's none of your business, now is it?" I bend over, pouting mockingly. I knew I messed up by saying that, but could you blame me? I mean, I'm a grown-ass woman. Their faces darken, completely serious. Chifuyu scoffs at me before making his way upstairs. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior.

My eyes trail over to the other two men.

"So we're keeping secrets now?" Kazutora stands.

"Kazu, c'mon--"

"No, no, Kazutora, it's none of our business!" Baji cuts me off, putting his hands up in a surrendering manner. I feel my throat tighten a bit.

"Oh you right, I'm sorry, we didn't mean to look out for you, your highness!" Kazutora bows before scowling at me.

I scoff at them. "Okay, be like that! I don't give a fuck!" I shrug, storming out of the house.

My heart feels like it's in my throat as tears blur my vision. I let out an aggravated sigh as I walked down the block. Unfortunately, Baji was my ride to Kazutora's house, so getting a ride from him was now out of the question. I was by no means sad about our small argument, just pissed off. My phone chimes as I get sent an address. I put it into my GPS and make my way there.

Luckily, the walk felt short. I turn off my music and put my headphones back into my pocket as I walk up to a large hotel. I get to the entrance and notice that you need a keycard to get in. Just as I am about to pull out my phone, the door opens. I look up and a smile crosses my face.

"Hey, Hanma."

The ghost of a smirk crosses his features as the lanky man steps aside to let me into the lobby.

The building itself looked well-kept and not too fancy. We step into the elevator and Hanma presses the button for the 3rd floor. My eyes travel up to his hair and I let out a disgusted grumble.

"What did I tell you about putting your hair up like that? It looks better down." I upturn my lip and he side-eyes me, uninterested.

"And I told you that dressing like a bimbo ain't cute." he scrunches his nose at my outfit, eyeing me up and down. A sports bra and booty shorts don't fall into the bimbo category for me, but what do I know?

The doors open and we step out of the elevator, Hanma slapping my ass in the process. I whip around to face him, my eyes wide and my mouth agape. He walks right past me in a bored manner; down the hallway to his apartment. 3105.

He presses his key card up against the fancy machinery, the red light turning green. He pushes his door open and throws his key card onto the kitchen counter.

As soon as you walk in, you're hit with the smell of lemon-scented cleaning supplies and expensive candles. I honestly expected his place to be junky. Shit, I didn't even expect him to live in the Heavenly Hotel.

Having been known as the second most expensive hotel in the Bronx, the Heavenly Hotel certainly lives up to its name.

"Okay Hanma, I see you," I say, my eyebrows knitted together with a smile on my face. I couldn't help but run my fingers against every surface. "Nice place, nice place…" I peek up the stairs.

He takes off his jacket, draping it over the industrial white couch.

"Hm? Oh, I'm not living in this shithole. My place? The Heavenly Hotel wishes they could compare." He smirks at me, almost telling me I'm stupid without saying it.

I roll my eyes but deep down, I'm impressed. I mean, with the way Hanma dresses, acts, etc. I thought he was living on the streets. Which brings me to my current question.

"Where'd you get the mon--"

"You can take a shower upstairs. There's a closet with spare clothes." He takes out a cigarette, lights it and places it in his mouth. Hanma takes a long drag, letting the smoke out through his nose.

"Not only do you talk too fuckin' much, but you're damn nosey." He mumbles, flicking ashes onto the floor. I flinch. Not because of his less than kind words, but because of the bland grey dirtying the pristine white marble.

I go upstairs, opening every door and being met with beautiful rooms. It isn't until I'm about to give up that I finally find the bathroom. The floors are made out of beautiful linen wood, the walls a soothing grey. I strip down and place my clothes into a hamper. I turn on the water and play with the different settings. Jet, shower, rain. There are 15 different settings to choose from. I go with mist and scrub my body. The water pressure and temperature put me on cloud 9.

I must not have kept track of how long I was in there, because next thing I know, the door flings open. Heavy feet stomp over to the shower and that door swings open as well. I jump and cover my naked body.

"I don't know what you think this is; running up my water bill. Get your ass out 'fore I come in there, wash you myself, and dress you like you're a fucking child." Hanma spits, glaring down at me. His eyes look over me once before slamming the shower door shut.

"You got four minutes." He walks out and closes the door behind him.

I remain still from the shock. I take in a shaky breath and turn off the water. I step out and grab a towel from the shelf over the toilet. I quickly dry off and put on a white t-shirt, black leggings, and black socks from the closet. I put my box braids into a half up-half down hairstyle, leaving some out in the front.

I leave the bathroom and come downstairs to see Hanma smoking on the balcony, the stars of the night making his face glow.

I step out with him and close the sliding door behind me

"Don't pull that shit again." My voice comes out less strict than I would have hoped.

He laughs at me. He laughs his stupidly. sexy. irresistible laugh and puts his cigarette out on the railing. He walks past me, squeezing my chest. I couldn't help the small startled moan I let out.

Curse this quietness.

He abruptly stops at the doorway and I can't bring myself to turn around and face him.

"You're gonna wish I do," He steps closer, his left hand gripping my ponytail, yanking my head back. "You're gonna cry and beg for that shit," He continued.

I glare at him through teary eyes, the back of my neck starting to burn. He stares at me, not saying a word. A blank face plays on his features and my throat tightens as the tears spill over.

"Han--"

"You're no fun." He sighs, yanking my body back by my hair, causing me to run into the iron railing.

I wipe my tears. Am I seriously crying in front of this piece of shit? Where did my pride go? Was it lost when I lost the trust of my three closest friends? Or maybe it was when I lost my dignity, letting Hanma treat me the way he is just because he's bigger. Stronger.

I sniffle and push past him, grabbing my phone off the kitchen counter, Hanma had grabbed it when he entered the bathroom.

"Fuck you, Hanma. Don't text me, call me, don't even think about me, you perverted piece of shit." I say, unlocking the door while pulling my shoes on.

"That seems more like a you task, than a me task. Text me when you get home, doll." He smiles.

"Go fuck yourself," I mumble, leaving out the door.

"So then I told that negro to go fuck himself. Not only are you gonna diss my fashion sense, but you're gonna put your hands on me?" I shake my head in disbelief.

Nahoya brushes his knuckles against my cheek. "It's gon' be okay, ma."

He manspreads with his arms thrown over the back of the couch, black sweats hanging dangerously low. There is silence despite the R&B music playing from Nahoya's playlist. Souya, sitting between my legs, tilts his head back until it meets my lap. He looks up at me with red, lidded eyes.

"Want us to beat him up?" He asks, relaxing into the plush of my thighs. I run my fingers through his hair, making sure the oil is rubbed in. A smile makes its way to my face.

"Nah, ya'll are good."

Nahoya uses his index and middle fingers to turn my chin, making me face him.

"Y'know you can rely on us, right?" His finger taps on my chin to keep my attention. "You can still move in. We kept the guest room open just for you, sweetheart." He smiles at me, his blindingly white teeth making an appearance. Lord have mercy.

"I know, Hoya." I grab his hand lingering on my face. "But you know I've been thinking about moving in with Annaztazja and Raedyn." I flash a sorry smile.

Annaztazja and Raedyn are my two best friends. I met them when I first enrolled in college. They were looking for a third person to split the rent with, and I sure as hell was not paying for a dorm by myself. After receiving my Bachelors degree in information systems and going to business school, I'm 22 getting by with the position of Jr.Operations Analyst for Gynja Investments with a salary of $34,628.

Nahoya sucks his teeth and stands up, stretching. "They already got each other. They'on need a third person." He chuckles to himself.

Souya takes my phone off the charger, replacing it with his. "25 missed calls from 'Fuyu' and 46 unread messages from 'Tora'." He says, handing me my phone. I wipe my hands off on my leggings and take my phone from him.

I decide to call Chifuyu back later and read the messages from Kazutora.

Tora: Yo Tora: Where are you? Tora: Istg if you dont answer me Tora: Im gonna get Baji to track your location Tora: And he'll handle it

I quickly text back before he makes any rash decisions.

Me: I'm good. Me: Spending the night somewhere else.

Tora: Wtf do you mean Tora: You supposed to be spending the night here

Oh, that's right. I was supposed to be spending the night at Tora's place.

Tora: ? Tora: Where you at? Address?

I turn my location off. A harsh slap to my thigh makes me turn my phone off as well. I look down at Souya, the assailant in question. I rub at my now swelling thigh and raise an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"You spending the night?" He asks, obviously eavesdropping.

"Well, not anymore you abusive fuck."

Souya turns around, his forearms on each side of me.

"'M sorry, mama." He mumbles against the crook of my neck, peppering kisses on my right shoulder. He intertwines his hands behind my back, trapping me. My heartbeat quickens in two places as his kisses trail to my collarbone. I run my fingers through his hair as he finishes his kisses on my left shoulder, resting his head on it.

"I guess I can forgive you." I joke, rolling my eyes.

Nahoya comes behind the couch, draping a blanket over my face. "There are more blankets in the hallway closet." He says, playfully knocking my head to the side. I pull the blanket off my face.

"Attacking me while I'm at an obvious disadvantage is crazy," I say, leaning back to show Souya snuggling into my shoulder.

"I guess you sleeping on the couch then." he smiles, hitting the other side of my head.

"Souya, get up and defend my honor," I whine, trying my best to shake the man twice my size. Small snores erupt from him and I sigh in defeat.

"I want my ones when I wake up, cheater," I say draping the blankets over Souya and me.

"Now come over here and help me get him on this couch." Referring to Souya's bottom half still kneeling at the edge of the couch. Nahoya steps over and lays his brother on top of me.

"Goodnight, big head," Nahoya says, turning the lights off.

"Goodnight, ugly." I retort, closing my eyes. The sound of Nahoya going up the stairs gets smaller and smaller until inaudible.

I run my fingers through Souyas curly locs as today's events consume my thoughts. And no matter how hard I tried, even as I drifted to sleep, I couldn't tune out the sound of a camera clicking.

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differenceenginegirl · 1 year

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So, as I am aiming to try and get most of a first draft completed this year, given I now have a stable schedule mostly, I'm going to try and start posting more about my book-to-be. Feel free to drop in asks at any time about anything to do with it, it'll help keep me motivated!

To kick it all off, a snippet! (Mostly under the cut)

Afore the Battle, Saint Michael hardened his heart against the Evil wearing the face of his Brother, and led the Armies of Heaven against the Evil that had taken root in the Hearts of their Brothers and Sisters. During the Battle, many fell, and Saint Michael was struck a dire wound. He had enough strength to cast the Serpent Down, but was exhausted by this final effort and lies in repose until he shall return to lead the Armies of Heaven against his mortal foe, the Dragon, when the Heavens and the Earth shall be a Battleground of Fire and Flame as the two sides meet once more for the Final War.

- Pseudepigrapha of John of Patmos, 19:6-10

Michael made sure he was clean and dressed in a fresh tunic before going to confront his Father. Whatever the outcome, he had decided this would be the last time he did so, so all his arguments would be aired before he left his Father's quarters.

He squared his shoulders, straightened his spine, and knocked on his Father's door.

"Enter." Came His booming voice, unimpeded by the closed door.

Michael obeyed, closing the door behind himself and standing straight and proud before Him.

"Hello, Father."

He was clearly unimpressed by Michael's presence, setting down His pen and staring him down. "Michael. What do you want?"

"I wish to discuss Haylael, and I will not be turned away this time. I don't see why he should be banished for eternity for wanting a proper answer to a single question."

His Father's jaw twitched, and outside, thunder cracked. "You dare question Me? Even after what happened to your twin?"

"I do. Now answer me, I will not leave until You have done so." Despite the stirrings of fear in his belly, he stood strong, not letting any of it show on his face.

"You claim he just asked a question. He caused the deaths of a number of My children, your siblings, and you still think banishment is unfair?"

"None of those who died did so at his hand, or at the hands of his supporters. And none would have died if You had not given me and the Host weapons capable of it!" A little of his anger started to peek through, unable to hold it entirely back.

"So it is My fault they died? I would not have had to take such action if he had not started a battle!" Thunder cracked again, the skies outside matching the stormy expression on His face.

"And he wouldn't have done so if You had listened to him and given him more of an answer! He had tried all other methods of drawing Your attention and still You ignored him!"

"I offered him mercy!"

"You offered to show him the basest level of that if he bowed his knee and forgot the entire reason for the Battle!"

His Father's face grew more and more thunderous as Michael continued to press every point he argued. He glared at him, and suddenly Michael could no longer move.

"ENOUGH!!! If you love that disgrace more than you do Me, you can join him Below!" their Father bellowed, rage emanating from Him as Michael stood frozen before Him.

The ground opened up beneath him, and, paralysed, Michael Fell.

The air whistled past him as he tumbled helpless from the Holy City, his wings not obeying his frantic attempts to at least stabilise his descent as he crashed through the Earthly plane to the realm of ash and desolation he had cast his twin to at the beginning of this mess.

He landed hard on the shores of a lake of fire, his right shoulder and wing giving way on impact. For a few agonising minutes, the paralysis persisted as unknown creatures circled and chittered at his prone form, before movement returned in a rush. He sprang to his feet and carefully snapped his shoulder into place before he looked around, hopeful he could find Haylael in this awful place without having to take wing.

As he looked around, he spotted a pair of familiar white wings about a mile down the shoreline. He moved as quickly as he could towards them, his damaged wing dragging through the black sand behind him as he hoped his twin was alright.

When he was less than a wingspan away from them, he caught sight of the creature they were attached to. It was burning, flames licking at skin and raw flesh, its wings ragged and singed as it lay prostrate on the sand. Michael was just about to turn away from this twisted image of an angel when it sat up on its knees and looked up at him with eyes like burning coals, and spoke with a voice he knew. Rough, and raw, but still so very well known. His twin's voice.

"M-Mi-Mi?"

#my writing #my wip #twin devils #fantasy #twin devils is a working title cause i havent got a proper one yet #but once i have a proper one #(and assuming there's actual interest)#i might follow symbi's lead and make a series-focused sideblog #wip wednesday

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