#i only discovered all of this less than an hour ago so please keep that in mind

[onedemoniclilly]

First long post of my own opinions and thoughts in a while, I kinda went down the rabbit hole 2 hours past my bedtime.

It's definetly a weird mixture of a train of consciousness in something resembling a short essay (thought piece?). But I haven't written an actual research essay in 5 years soooooo have some words.

My referencing format here is non existent and always a bit different every time. I could only do so much on a phone at 3am.

My first reblog had these tags:

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#just experienced this for the first time online and realised its a Whole Thing

#(broke out the capitals - its bad)

#but wtf? the website wanted me to make an account just so i could read a bloody comic only because it "could" contain 18+ content???

#no you are not having my personal details??? no thank you???????

#yes i agree with the idea of having the act prevent children from accessing such content

#and yes it is hard to find an alternative way to confirm the person accessing sites is over 18

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Current facts I found that might be of notice:

The act was passed on 26 October 2023 under the government underneath the then Prime Minister: Rishi Sunak.

OFCOM (the body assigned to regulate media) can, at any time, issue a notice that requires the breaking of end-to-end encryption.

Some websites have either completely closed down due to the high cost of legal compliance or have instead chosen to block UK users (so far it's mainly been small sites)

The Act does cover abusive content or targeted abuse of the following characteristics: race, religion, sex, sexual orientation, disability or gender reassignment.

The Act also covers any content that invites hatred against people of a particular race, religion, sex or sexual orientation, those who have a disability or have the characteristic gender reassignment.

OFCOM states their definition of hate speech as: "All forms of expression which spread, incite, promote or justify hatred based on intolerance on the grounds of disability, ethnicity, social origin , gender, sex, gender reassignment, nationality, race, religion or belief, sexual orientation, colour, genetic features, language, political or any other opinion, membership of a national minority, property, birth or age."

I haven't written an essay in years but this honestly might just get me started again.

So far, reading through the published leglislations and OFCOMs own statements, I can see the idea behind it and the effort they have taken to try and regulate online spaces better to aid young people, those who may be triggered by seeing such content and the general public from possibly accessing online material that could cause a negative shift (ecetera). But the method in which confirming you are a verified user of an online service provider (whether you are in the UK or not) [section 16 of the Online Safety Act 2023] I consider quite invasive and does not allow for the same level of privacy we had before the enactment of the act.

However, it also brings up the argument over if you should try and regulate spaces like the internet in the first place. There is a point in which if someone really wanted to access something, there are possible hoops (legal and illegal) to jump through to get there. As a counter-point, not everyone is able to jump said "hoops" without noticeable effort or sacrifice of their part.

Is there other methods to verifying ypur identity online? Yes, but they then to be more invasive. I have personally experienced one such incident when I was attempting to access my account on Douyin 斗音 but was required to enter my non-existant Chinese ID number to continue using their services and therefore lost the use of my account as well as a space in which I was learning Chinese e-culture (doom-scrolling until my brain shuts down in a different language).

Will all websites need me to verify my banking details or have me upload a picture? No, probably not. However, it does bring up the potential case of attempting to verify using a live facial analysis for age and just not obtaining the verification due to youthful genes and so on.

It is more likely that they will have an alternative mode of access due to the fact that many computers do not have webcams or people just don't want their faces analysed but it might just be the easiest way for sites. In addition, possibly needing to upload an ID with your name, age and face can be a safety concern too; or perhaps online banking details which could also be another safety concern or even just an access issue too.

Keep in mind too: IDs aren't necessary in the UK. Some people don't drive or are not learning to drive and so don't have a licence. People may not want nor need to travel internationally and so do not have a passport. It is not a legal requirement to have a form of ID on you at all times.

The internet is actually quite new (and always changing); there is still an ongoing discussion about how parents should go about being responsible for their child's access to the Internet.

I've personally subscribed to the whole "informed concequences" sort of mindset in which you are fully able to fuck around and find out but also research and know what consequences you might have (and also so I can say I told you so). However, that requires having access to information and the skills to adequately research and understand said consequences.

Sure, some of these verification checks may be harmless. With the rise in data leaks and digital data being stolen and sold, current geopolitical scene, and the NHS always being a bit funky - I wouldn't be surprised if data starts getting sold to insurance companies even more than it already has been and private health care taking a bigger stance within the UK.

also remember to check how the NHS handles your data - you are able to withdraw consent for a number of things with a single page form!

Also which pages require verification for access seems a hit murky. So far, tumblr and Ao3 are fine for me but as time goes by - we'll see.

I recognise that I am taking a bigger 'privacy concern' stance here. As much as I would like to support the UK Government on the rare instance they recognise hatred towards minorities and people with lesser influence simply because of their own person, it sadly seems to be a road paved to the-government-controls-everything destination wrapped in a we're-concerned-about-your-safety ribbon despite the (maybe) good intentions it was initially proposed with. sigh politics

I have so many thoughts about this and very little time left before I really need to consider sleeping but I will leave you with a few useful links.

Links:

The full legislation of the Online Safety Act 2023 (UK): https://www.legislation.gov.uk/ukpga/2023/50/contents

OFCOM's code [section 3] referring to "material that is likely to incite crime or disorder, reflecting Ofcom’s duty to prohibit the broadcast of this type of programming.": https://www.ofcom.org.uk/tv-radio-and-on-demand/broadcast-standards/section-three-crime-disorder-hatred-abuse#:~:text=All%20forms%20of%20expression%20which,political%20or%20any%20other%20opinion%2C

As always, please fact check articles and sources. I have been wrong in the past with all my facts and I can still be wrong.

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I had initially put some Wikipedia articles here as linked sources; however upon investigating the sources linked to the published pages, they were deemed to be framed in a certain light. One noted instance was the article on Stephen Parkinson (who had promoted the Online Safety Act [2023]), under the section "House of Lords (2019-present)" in which the Wikipedia page states that:

During an interview on Sky News on 31 May 2022, Lord Parkinson asserted that imperial measurements, which the government was proposing to reintroduce, are "universally understood"; and, when questioned, that there are 14 ounces in a pound (the actual number is 16) and that one pound corresponds to 250g (the actual number is 454).

Although initially causing a good chuckle, watching the initial news clip (linked below) shows that the questioning was in fact a "quick game" [Sky News] between the host and Parkinsons. Downing Street had claimed that the Imperial System was "universally understood".

Sky News, Stephen Parkinson on Imperial Measurements at 12 minutes into the video: https://youtu.be/qZRESVDQ_LY?si=9C9hzh9FnXvP3nmJ

Take this as an example to research your sources.

Reading the new checks that might come in due to the Online Safety Act in the UK and this is actually bullshit

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And how will I prove my age?

There’s a number of methods a site or app might use to ask you to confirm your age. They might do this check themselves or use another company to do the check. These methods include:

Facial age estimation – you show your face via photo or video, and technology analyses it to estimate your age. 

Open banking – you give permission for the age-check service to securely access information from your bank about whether you are over 18. The age-check service then confirms this with the site or app.

Digital identity services – these include digital identity wallets, which can securely store and share information which proves your age in a digital format.

Credit card age checks – you provide your credit card details and a payment processor checks if the card is valid. As you must be over 18 to obtain a credit card this shows you are over 18.

Email-based age estimation – you provide your email address, and technology analyses other online services where it has been used – such as banking or utility providers - to estimate your age.  

Mobile network operator age checks – you give your permission for an age-check service to confirm whether or not your mobile phone number has age filters applied to it. If there are no restrictions, this confirms you are over 18. 

Photo-ID matching – this is similar to a check when you show a document. For example, you upload an image of a document that shows your face and age, and an image of yourself at the same time – these are compared to confirm if the document is yours.

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Not only is this such a fucking breach of privacy, but this is going to hurt adults in vulnerable and abusive situations. Some adults don’t have bank accounts or credit cards or even a fucking phone. I’m one of them. I could not give half of this information even if I wanted to. What the fuck is this. Fuck the UK government. This isn’t going to protect kids, this is just going to hurt adults, and I know full well when they say “sites that allow pornography” they’re going to be going after sites that have huge amounts of queer content, like tumblr and Ao3. Queer kids are gonna lose their fucking communities because of this shit. Abuse victims are going to lose online support systems because of this.

I’m genuinely fucked off about this, and worried about whether I’m going to lose every single one of my online friends. Anyone in the UK, please email your MP and sign this petition. It needs to reach 100k signatures to pass through Parliament.

I’m only hoping the backlash will be big enough for them to stop implementing these measures.

[alchemistc]

"We're friends, right?"

Eddie watches Tommy tense from the bar stool next to him. Hard to notice, when he's trying not to make direct eye contact, when he's catching Tommy in his periphery only, but there's something about the set of his shoulders that tips his hand.

Buck's still jabbering away with that probie from the 136 they met three weeks ago on the 401 and somehow already knew too much about Buck. The fact that Buck doesn't find it weird, and absolutely isn't clocking the starry-eyed admiration in the kids eyes, is not technically his problem, but it's a good launching point.

Hopefully the kid'll ask Buck about some obscure bit of Buck Lore and keep him distracted for the next few minutes.

Tommy fiddles with the label on his bottle. Tries and fails miserably to hide a gulp. "Of course," Tommy says, and Eddie watches him notice Eddie's disbelieving brow lift in the grimy mirror over the whiskey display.

When they'd met, Eddie had been so fucking pleased to find such an easy connection with someone. In a different way than he'd clicked with Buck, because Buck was a handful on a good day and Buck hadn't been having a good day that first one. They'd had so much in common, and that thread had continued the entire time he and Buck had dated. It'd been nice, to have reinforcements against Buck's flights of fancy. It'd been nice not to have to say the hard part out loud, when Tommy could tell he wasn't having a great time of it. It had been nice to be a little overeager and not worry about Buck getting territorial in either direction.

Turns out it wasn't Buck he needed to worry about.

"We can be honest with each other," Eddie says, and takes a little delight in seeing the panic shining through in Tommy's entire body. Just a little, though. He is trying to resolve this whole thing Buck definitely hadn't meant to admit to him three days ago. He tips his head sideways to indicate Buck and the 136 probie. "So what's the difference between me, and that kid over there who would definitely try to take you out at the ankles if he realized you were the crazy pilot Buck's been seeing?"

Tommy eyes the opening of his bottle like it holds the answers to life.

"Could have come up with a cooler nickname. Hot pilot. Brave pilot. Talented pilot."

"All accurate but not what the rumor mill is calling you. I know a deflection when I see one. So we're just never gonna talk about it?"

Tommy sighs. He makes a concentrated effort to roll his shoulders back, extend his jaw, stop picking at the label of the bottle. There's already a pile of strip-thin paper beginning to pool on the bar top between his forearms.

"I can't believe he told you."

"If it's any consolation, he definitely didn't mean to."

Tommy blazes past that like he's spent the length of the comment gearing himself up to spit this out all at once.

"Evan's a flirt. He likes the attention. He likes making connections. I've been jealous of dogs he pets long enough to flirt life stories out of their owners. That kid is a flash in the pan. Evan will come back over here wagging his tail about making a new friend, sit down next to me, and I'll spend the next few hours feeling like a third wheel until you order an Uber."

Yeah. That's what Eddie thought he'd say.

"You're so messed up, man," Eddie says, and Tommy's grin is wry, a little pained. "You know I'm straight."

The number of times he's had to actually think about that in the last few months is still shocking. Apparently it's very heteronormative of him to have never questioned it before now. Like Buck ever had. Like Tommy didn't fight tooth and nail to not have to examine it.

"I'm less worried about you suddenly discovering you like dick than I am about you suddenly discovering you and Evan have been codependent freaks about each other since the day you met."

"I already know that, dumbass."

Eddie may not be the most perceptive man in the world - he's not out here dissecting every interaction with another human a thousand times in two seconds, unlike someone here - but he knows what he has with Buck isn't your standard fare of friendships. He's always likened it to brotherhood, although he's got no idea if that fits. Or how Buck sees it. He just knows those weeks in El Paso we're just as miserable for not having Buck around as they were for all the strife with his family, with Chris, with his job or lack thereof. They'd sucked. Missing Buck had made the top five of terrible things about Texas.

He's also aware enough to know that neither he nor Buck had any desperate desire to do more than clasp each other's shoulders and have a staring contest for thirty seconds when they reunited.

Definitely hadn't wanted to fuck him on a bare mattress and then sleep on that mattress.

He knows too much about Buck's sex life.

Probably his own damn fault for going to the self-proclaimed former sex addict any time he felt weird about sex with whatever woman he was distracting himself with at the time. Opened that door and left it wide on its hinges.

Not that he cares that it's a dude, now. Just. Buck's always had a problem separating the details from the overarching issue.

He can feel Tommy's eyes on the side of his head.

"I'm working on it," Tommy says, like Eddie's got a hand shoved up beneath his ribcage and he's squeezing.

"So we're cool," Eddie pushes, just to catch a glimpse of Tommy rolling his eyes. Buck's not the only one who enjoys how bitchy Tommy is. Different reasons, same result. Eddie likes Tommy. He'd been annoyed with him as much for Buck's sake as his own, because following the Bros Before Hos code had sucked. Eddie doesn't have a whole lot of friends, and Tommy had been a good one. Reliable. Generous. Legitimately interested in the minutiae of Eddie's life. Easy to talk to. Easy to get out of your head with.

"We were never not cool."

"You blocked my number after the breakup, dude." He never told Buck that part. He'd figured it was self-preservation, up until he realized Tommy hadn't bothered to block the man he'd actually dumped.

"I said I'm working on it, not that it's already worked on. I did unblock you. Eventually."

A week before Buck caved and told Eddie the story of their ill-advised hookup. The text he'd gotten had just said "Hope El Paso's treating you well." and Eddie hadn't responded to it for a week and a half.

He's hoping for a little more. Some insight into where Tommy's head is at, what he could do to convince Tommy that's not a direction his and Buck's relationship will ever take.

Maybe that's not the point, though.

Maybe Tommy's more worried about the one they already have.

Well, Eddie's not giving that up. If Tommy wants to stick around, he's gonna have to fucking deal with it. Get out of his own head long enough to realize there's plenty of room in Buck's heart for the both of them.

Buck doesn't notice the lingering gaze of Probie (Derek? Damien? Dick?) on his back as he makes his way back towards them. He plasters himself to Tommy's side and swipes the bottle right from Tommy's hand to take a swig. Plants a lingering kiss under Tommy's ear and murmurs something that turns Tommy's ears pink.

"Kiefer says hi," he tells them both, and Tommy soaks in the moment. Eddie's paying closer attention this time around - doesn't miss the way he tries to wipe the smug satisfaction off his face. "He was very interested in both of you, for some reason," Buck continues, already flagging down the bartender for refills on all three of their drinks.

"Scoping out the competition," Tommy mutters, a little caustic, and the three of them all freeze for a moment.

Eddie's the first to raise his new, sweating bottle to cheers them both, but Buck surprises them both by dropping an arm over Tommy's shoulders, hand squeezing at one of Tommy's bulking muscles. "I'll protect your ankles, baby," he says, and when Eddie's sip of beer ends up coming out his nose onto the bar top, Tommy's the one yanking napkins out of the nearest dispenser to clean it up.

[kaleldobrev]

Vampergeist (5) — The 15 Year Problem Series

Pairing: MOC!Dean Winchester x F. Reader

Feat. Character(s): Reader & Dean Winchester

Series Summary: Needing help on a poltergeist case, you ask fellow hunter Sam Winchester for help. Despite having a broken arm, Sam agrees to help you. But, just as he’s about to head out and meet you, Dean tells him that he’ll take his place and help instead.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing (6x), Age Gap (15 years), Sexual tension & Vulnerable Reader

Authors Note: Only 2 more parts after this one gang! I hope y'all have been having a great time with this series so far! | It's one of my favorite universes to write for | A prequel series to the Old Man Universe (OMU) on how Dean and reader met | Takes place a few days after Dean is cured from being a demon in 2016 (please read this post for reasonings why it’s 2016, not 2014) | As always, thoughts are in italics and the "POV's" switch between Dean & Reader | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

⋆ The 15 Year Problem Masterlist ⋆

⬸ Go Back & Read Chapter 4

“Okay, I think I know what we’re dealing with,” Dean said, looking up from one of the case files the coroner had given you less then half an hour ago. He kept a strong grip on the files, his tone and facial expressions serious.

You gave him a slightly questionable look as you sipped your beer and squinted your eyes slightly. Before you had called Sam, you had done some digging and you were sure that it was a poltergeist case, as all signs of one were there at all of the crime scenes. The only couple of things you hadn’t quite nailed yet were who the poltergeist was, and why it seemed to be only targeting medical students. “Yeah, it’s a polter—”

“A Vampergeist,” Dean said at the exact same moment as you, essentially cutting you off.

Your mouth was half open, trying to process what he just said. After the case was over, you made a mental note to ask Sam if his brother said things like this often. You folded your hands, eyeing Dean, trying to keep a straight face. “What in the living fuck is a Vampergeist?”

“It’s a poltergeist that sucks the blood of its victims like a vampire,” Dean explained, his tone with slight humor in it. “Vampergeist,” he repeated, moving his hands in a gesture as if he was somehow imitating Vanna White. The smile on his face was a rather goofy one — similar to that of a toddler who told his mother a new word he had just discovered. But you couldn’t help but smile looking at him. With the short amount of time you’ve been with Dean, he had made you smile more than anyone had in such a long time.

“Vampergeist is definitely a new one,” you said, playing along with his new word. A word that you didn’t want to admit to him that you were actually pretty fond of. “Unfortunately, Vampergeists exist just as much as Bigfoot and Nessie do,” you teased.

“Vampergeists don’t exist,” he mumbled to himself, using a slightly mocking tone. You smirked, giving a quiet chuckle to yourself at his imitation of you.

Dean rubbed his eyes, feeling the eye strain starting to hit him from looking at the case files and the laptop. At this point, neither one of you had a clue who the poltergeist could be, and why it seemed to be specifically targeting medical students of all people. In his long hunting career, and in your numerous poltergeist cases you’ve worked, neither of you had ever seen or heard of one that drained the blood of its victims before; especially one that didn’t even leave marks for entry.

He looked at you, and you were biting your bottom lip; something that you tended to do, he noticed, whenever you were thinking or concentrating hard on something. He wished he was the one biting it. Fuck, I need to get laid, he thought.

You must of felt his stare, as all of a sudden you looked up from the case file and smiled at him. The way you smiled killed him. "Did you find anything?" You asked, placing the case file on the table.

"No," he answered automatically, rubbing his face again. "But what I can tell you is that I have a fuck ton of eye strain. Which means, it's time to take a break," he said, patting the table and getting up.

You weren't against a break, as the more breaks you took, the longer it took to work the case. And the longer it took to work the case, meant the longer amount of time you got to spend with Dean.

As he got up from the table, he went to his side of the bed and plopped onto it, grabbing the remote from the side table and turning on the television. "Watching tv isn't going to help your eye strain you know," you commented. "Might make it worse."

Dean scoffed. "Everything can be solved by watching some TV," he said. "Now come." He patted your side of the bed, and started flipping through the channels trying to find something the two of you could watch together.

As you lied down on the bed next to Dean, your heart started to pound quickly. You were inches away from him, and all you wanted to do was reach out and touch him. You wanted to grab his hand and hold it in yours, rest your head on his shoulder. But the more you thought about all the things you had wanted to do with him, the sadder you got. You were never going to be able to rest your head on his shoulder, or feel his lips on yours. There was no way he would ever look at you in a romantic way.

There was absolutely nothing to watch, which slightly surprised him, because even in shitty motels, there was at least one thing to watch. But the more he channel surfed, the deeper he sighed. “There’s nothing on, not even Scooby-Doo,” he said.

“Is Scooby-Doo your favorite?” You asked, looking at him, and he nodded in response.

“Yeah. Like I said before. Scooby-Doo was one of those things that was always on no matter where me, my dad and Sammy were. It was also one of the few things that I watched where I knew the bad guy was going to lose,” he explained. “Like —”

“Horror movies,” you added. “That’s why I like horror movies so much. You know the bad guy is always going to lose,” you explained. Of course you fucking like horror movies, he thought. Was there something the two of you didn’t have in common?

“Yeah, exactly,” he agreed. “That’s what I tell Sammy all the time. He says our life is pretty much a horror movie, that’s why he doesn’t like them but, at least I know in movies the bad guy loses. In our world well…”

“It’s not a guarantee,” you said, finishing his sentence for him yet again, your tone sounding almost slightly saddened. “Speaking of which,” you began, as you sat on the edge of the bed, “we need to find out who this poltergeist is before anymore students end up dead,” you said, as you walked back over to the table.

“Yahtzee!” Dean randomly called out, throwing his hands up in the air before spinning his laptop to face you. “Read the title of this article I finally found,” he said, with the biggest, impressed smile on his lips.

“David Falko’s medical instruments donated to medical museum at The University of Tulsa,” you read aloud. “What about it?” You asked.

“Keep reading, and look at the date on the bottom of the article,” Dean pointed out.

“July first, twenty-sixteen,” you said.

“And when was the first murder?” Dean asked.

“July third, twenty-sixteen,” both you and Dean at the same time.

“Son of a Bitch,” you mumbled.

“But wait, there’s more,” Dean began, holding up his pointer finger before turning his laptop back to him. “I did a little bit more digging on our pal Falko here, and fifty years ago, he murdered three of his medical students using the exact same instruments that were donated.”

“How do you explain the blood draining with no marks?” You asked.

Dean grinned from ear to ear. “I am so glad you asked.” He grabbed one of the case files that the corner had given you, and opened it, revealing the photographs from the autopsy. “Our coroner friend did miss something. See this right here?” Dean pointed to one of the autopsy photos, which was a close up picture of one of the medical students hairlines by their neck.

“That mark right there?” You asked, pointing to a small circular mark that looked extremely similar to a mole.

“Yep. That’s not a mole like the coroner thought. It’s actually a puncture wound. What Falko did fifty years ago, was he punctured the base of the students skulls close enough to their hair line so it looked like a mole and essentially, went unnoticed,” Dean explained. “Until now anyway,” he winked.

“And because he was their supervisor, that’s why there was no forced entry,” you stated, and Dean nodded. “What about the lack of struggle?”

“All three students offered to make Falko coffee, and when the students weren’t looking, Falko would drug them. So, when the students drank the drugged coffee, they would fall asleep, and that’s when he could do his handiwork,” he explained, and his explanation made your blood run cold. Not only did Falko kill three people, he did it in a cowardly way.

“It would make sense for Falko to be our guy. Do you think, and it’s a stretch here I know that, the reason that there are no drugs in any of the students systems is because he can just knock them out from being a ghost?” You knew how crazy your theory was, but in this line of work, sometimes the craziest of theories were the most logical of ones.

Dean shrugged. “Could be possible. But at the same time, even in death, serial killers don’t really change their M.O. And I can’t believe I just said that out loud.”

You chuckled at his comment. “I’m sure it’s not the craziest thing you’ve ever said,” you slightly smirked.

Dean smirked back. “Actually —” but before he could indulge in your comment, you cut him off.

“Please tell me the medical instruments are still at the college, because I’m assuming we can’t just salt and burn this guy,” you said. Both Dean and you have been on plenty of ghost cases, and rarely was it that easy to just salt and burn the remains — there was almost always something else involved.

“You would be correct because our buddy here was cremated,” Dean replied.

“Of course he is,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alright. Well. Since we have a few hours to kill before dark, I say we take a little nap and fuel up before we steal some historical medical equipment from a prominent university.”

Dean smiled, chuckling to himself. “Couldn’t have said it any better myself.”

The rest of the morning and afternoon with Dean couldn’t have gone any quicker. It felt like the time flew by, and it was time that you desperately wanted to re-live again; which is funny because it was relatively uneventful. The two of you did what you had suggested: take a nap, refuel, and watched some tv. But during those hours with him, you felt safe and comfortable. You felt truly safe with Dean despite barely knowing him a couple of days. He was still relatively a stranger to you and yet, you’d trust him with your life if it ever came down to it.

When it came to your nap, you were the first one to wake, which you were strangely grateful for as you were able to admire the way Dean slept. He looked so peaceful, like he didn’t have a care in the world. You wanted desperately to reach out and touch him, to feel his stubble underneath your fingertips. But you had to resist the urge even though it was getting stronger with each passing second.

When nighttime had finally come, it was time to head to the medical museum at the university, and hopefully put a stop to this once and for all. But based on the information that the two of you had gathered though, you figured that Falko was done with his little murder spree, but you needed to make sure that he would never be able to harm anyone ever again. Three now, and six in total was far too many innocent lives lost.

As you and Dean drove to the university, there remained that comfortable silence that seemed to often appear between the two of you; the only sound to be heard in the truck was The Clash, but the volume was scarily low for you, as you tended to blast your music — not caring who heard. But in this moment, you felt it wasn’t necessary.

Despite the silence that you were enjoying between the two of you, you were the one that broke it. “Before, you asked me how I got into hunting so young,” you began, still keeping your eyes on the road.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Dean reassured you. “It’s not a big deal if I don’t know.”

“I want to. I trust you,” and you meant it when you said that, as trust was something you rarely gave to people since you became a hunter. You removed your hand from the wheel briefly, and touched the dog tags that were hanging in your review mirror. “See these?” You asked, and removed your hand, putting it back on the wheel again. Dean nodded. “He’s the reason I got into hunting.”

Dean looked at you, inches away from touching the precious dog tags you had refused to burn after all this time. “May I?” He asked, and you nodded. He removed the dog tags gently from the rear view and you felt your heart pounding quickly. You never let anyone touch them, and yet, you were letting Dean. “Joseph A. Baxter,” Dean read.

“Joey,” you corrected, partially smiling as you said his name. “He was my best friend and my neighbor. We were…inseparable, attached to the hip. Our parents always wondered when the two of us would start dating but, we…” you sighed deeply. “Never got the chance to.” You hadn’t talked about Joey in such a long time, and it felt almost therapeutic in a way to talk about him, but at the same time, he was someone you rarely talked about because sometimes it was too painful for you to bring up the memories of him, despite the amount of fondness and love you had for him.

You felt tears coming on, and you quickly did your best to bat them away with your eyelashes, but some still managed to escape to your cheeks. “He enlisted, and he left. Said he’d be back in no time,” you took a deep breath again. This was harder than you expected it to be. You wanted to continue, to tell Dean about him, as you felt safe enough to tell him, something you rarely felt with people since Joey died. As you were almost about to give up, you felt Dean place his hand on your thigh. Not in a romantic way, but in a comforting way. But the gesture didn’t last long, as he quickly pulled it away. But that small gesture gave you enough strength to continue.

“When he came back he was…he was dead. We got the news when an army vehicle pulled up in front of his parents house with one of those folded flags with his dog tags on top,” you paused again, but Dean remained silent. “His funeral was a week later. I was just so…angry at him. He promised…he promised he’d come back.” You didn’t fight back any of the tears now, as they were running down your cheeks. You knew you were in no condition to drive now, so you pulled over to the side of the road.

As soon as you did, you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Your body was on autopilot. You turned to Dean and wrapped your arms around him, and without hesitation it seemed, he wrapped his arms around you. He gently rubbed your back the best he could at the angle you were at, and he started humming, as if he was trying to help you calm down. “It’s okay,” he whispered on repeat to you.

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[tgrailwar-zero]

Read this post from the previous night first!

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The night was dreamless, and like RIDER said- you were up at daybreak. There wasn't much time to say goodbye to the city, and things were already in motion. No formal announcements had been made yet, but PTOLEMY would be attacking the Crimson Citadel, DURYODHANA would begin his assault, and IZOU would be en-route to his assassination target…

To conserve magical energy, RIDER only summoned four horses.

The horses were organized rather simply. You and KUKULKAN shared a horse. NERO and CONSTANTINE shared a horse. GIUSEPPE and MUSASHI shared a horse. And AVENGER had one to himself, which he didn't seem to mind.

And then-- you were out on the road.

CONSTANTINE: "Aah…" KUKULKAN: "Hey, that's a rare relaxed face from you! I guess a Rider's gotta feel more comfy when actually riding, huh?" CONSTANTINE: "Hm? Well, partially. I suppose all of this reminded me of when I was a young man. I always did love horseback riding, and I traveled about plenty." GIUSEPPE: "Hm, I can relate. I didn't travel much on horseback, but on my adventures I did love to just see the world pass by…" NERO: "Both of you are bizarre… Horses and chariots are terrible on the you-know-what! I only used them when needed." SALIERI: "…The 'you-know-what'?" NERO: "The butt, Avenger! Don't act as if mine doesn't exist, as surely you've had a great many chances to look upon it." SALIERI: "Ugh." MUSASHI: "Well, sorry to your Royal Rear, but we've gotta get a move on. Hyah!" NERO: "Ghh… that settles it! Constantinus, move! I'm going to sit side-saddle! It'll be more comfortable!" CONSTANTINE: "Woah! Antecessor-- don't squirm while we're still moving! Please decide these things beforehand!"

-

…It seemed like you were traveling with a lively party.

That being said, while it wasn't the most subtle group, six Servants grouped together on the Solar Cell deterred most enemy programs. If you were attacked, it certainly wouldn't be from any small fry. That being said, it would definitely be harder to sneak around with a group this large. If you wanted to do more subtle operations, it may be better to bring less Servants.

Two days passed by quickly and easily. Late nights and early mornings made the trip simple and quick, though you were feeling a bit wiped at the end of it all. Your Servants seemed fine… but that seemed more because they were supernatural ghosts that didn't need any sort of food or rest. You, on the other hand… well, maybe at one point you could keep up with them, but that time was quite a while ago.

Still, from what you discovered from training with KUKULKAN, maybe regaining that power wouldn't be impossible.

It was late by the time you reached the 'Sunbeam Row'.

It was quieter and smaller than the other two major cities you've visited, though it was hard to get a grasp on the town at this hour.

KUKULKAN: "So… about finding the King of Heroes?"

NERO: "It's Gilgamesh. It shouldn't be that hard."

MUSASHI: "If you say so..."

CONSTANTINE: "…We'll have to search in the morning. Let's find somewhere for our Masters to rest first."

You remembered that CITT mentioned an inn and tavern. Biitum. It was easy enough to spot, as you entered.

There were a few patrons, but it was rather empty. Your… eccentric-looking group drew a few stares, but nothing hostile. Once you had settled in a bit, they went back to what they were doing.

You heard a woman's voice coming from the back.

WOMAN'S VOICE: "Ah- are those patrons? I'm sorry! I'm busy in the kitchen, could you please go handle them?"

YOUNG BOY'S VOICE: "Okaaaay~!"

A young man bounded out of one of the back rooms. There was a youthful innocence about him- the type of person that seemed to be trustworthy by default. If there was one thing that made him 'off-putting', it was the deep ruby red of his eyes, and the maturity in his gaze that didn't always align with the youthfulness of his face.

He seemed like a polite young man, nonetheless.

YOUNG MAN: "Good evening, thank you for coming to Biitum! It's your lucky day, because since everyone's left for the Flaming Bout, we have a ton of empty rooms! Please stay and buy lots, so me and my big sis have enough money to eat!"

WOMAN'S VOICE: "Gil!"

You heard a name shouted out, scolding the young man.

GIL: "Ahaha! I'm just joking!"

GIL: "But... oh man… We don't often have so many pretty ladies here, I'm feeling a bit flustered!"

…You realized that he wasn't paying any attention to you, nor any of the men in your group. The women, however, were quickly charmed.

MUSASHI: "Aww… What a little cutie! I just wanna ruffle his hair!"

KUKULKAN: "I never had a little brother before… ah, is this what it feels like to want to pamper someone?"

NERO: "Well, it's simply natural to be flustered in my presence! You're a wise young man, certainly!"

As they fawned over the young man, the others stood off to the side with varying expressions of skepticism on their faces.

SALIERI: "...Precocious little ragazzo, isn't he?"

CONSTANTINE: "Very much so. Still, room vacancies come in our favor. Perhaps the average prices will be lowered."

GIUSEPPE: "As tourists who don't know what the average price is… it's best to be careful about those sorts of assumptions."

[britcision]

On today’s episode of “Ryoko Kui should totally come play dnd with me she’d fit right in at our table” lemme tell you about the bard

Our bard’s a tiefling, with a little fey heritage from his mom’s side and a little aasimar heritage on his mama’s side

All this mechanically means for him is that he’s resistant to radiant rather than fire damage and his Primal Savagery does radiant damage rather than acid damage

Storywise, it’s a little more of a problem because it physically makes him shiny… and per consultation with the rest of the party after 4 years of playing, he now has a mild compulsion effect from the fey side

Cuz when people see him, they want him

How they want him depends on the person, but the party pretty much unanimously looked at this sweet little sunshine child with a DEX modifier of -4 and decided they’d die for him within a couple sessions, which was funny enough it became the effect

(Not only were our edgelords who decided they were gonna be standoffish lone wolves who didn’t bond with anyone not immune, he fucking got them both first before moving on to the others)

He has no control over this effect nor any say on how it affects people, because that wouldn’t be as much fun

It also led to him being kidnapped and kept as a pet for 11 years by Evil Art Forger Tony Stark, because wanting to keep someone does not mean you see them as a person in any way shape or form

(Coincidentally, he was 11 at time of kidnapping)

(No One was pleased to learn that the sweet happy bard also actually does have a tragic backstory)

(They were less pleased to discover that he himself does not believe he has a tragic backstory, he still likes Evil Art Forger Tony Stark and thinks he’s great)

(Wait until they find out it even includes more annihilated towns than theirs we’re at 5/7 party members - almost better numbers than the Dad Box)

So our bard is a bit of a dichotomy; on the one hand, he has Party Mode, which is when Evil Art Forger Tony Stark wanted to show off his pretty shiny little tiefling pet to his evil crime friends

The bard was also promptly adopted by the escort’s guild in-game, so unbeknownst to him until about a week ago he had official membership and status in the most prominent entertainer’s union in the land; this will be functionally useless for everything except border checks and Lying To Authority

(He’s a bard his persuasion was already there)

He’s a well known little escort, all perfect grace and poise and refined manners

On the other hand, he has All Of The Rest Of The Time, when he’s a feral little bastard gremlin who WILL bite anyone he can get his teeth into and will jump off a moving horse with a -4 DEX penalty if he thinks he saw a snake

(His passive perception is 26 and he’s planning to bump it because he doesn’t think I deserve nice things like surprising the party)

Oh, and he doesn’t believe yuan-ti are real snake people because his tiny autistic ass is 10000% hyper-fixated on snakes for not having legs, and there’s a yuan-ti pureblood in the escort union who only pulls the tail out for stabbing purposes

(She’s aware he believes this and has been deliberately not showing him because she thinks it’s funny. She’s right)

All of this brought to you by tonight’s revelation that he’d get along like a fucking house on fire with the Canaries

Mithrun may well be the only person not blood-related to him that’d be immune to his compulsion effect, but far more importantly, Mithrun and Fleki both deserve to just haul off and bite people more and he’d encourage them wholeheartedly

But far more importantly, their interactions would probably go something like this:

Everyone else: oh man I bet that shiny little guy’s not gonna get along with the captain, he’s all bright and cheery and the captain’s gonna ignore him cuz he doesn’t care about anything but dungeons

Virtue and Mithrun in the corner:

Virtue: hey wanna sit for six hours and I can tell you about snakes

Mithrun: sure. I fucked a snake once

Virtue: ………. Okay I lied you’re going first but if they had legs it doesn’t count

Mithrun: nah there were no legs my lover in my dungeon was snake from the waist down. Probably a naga

*detailed monsterfucking explanation likely follows*

[maria021015]

Zaida stared down at the text message thread on the lit-up screen of the phone in her hands, her fingers flying over the keyboard to respond.

To Artemis: Where have you been all night? Scott said he sent Isaac to find you ages ago!

Artemis: I was asleep. My phone was shut off.

To Artemis: You NEVER turn your phone off. Rookie move.

Artemis: I didn’t this time either. But some unknown number called me literally a thousand, nine hundred, forty-three times and left the exact same voicemail every time in Japanese. What are the chances Lydia got bored with archaic Latin and took up Japanese?

To Artemis: Lydia doesn’t know Japanese, but Mr Yukimura does.

The sound of a door creaking open had Zaida shooting up from her chair as Noah Stilinski quietly exited the hospital room Stiles was in. Scott and Lydia were close behind her as she put her phone away and crossed the hall to where Raphael and Melissa were already standing.

“How is he?” Zaida blurted, eager to hear what was going on. As soon as Melissa had texted Scott that Stiles had been found and that they were taking him to the hospital, they rushed to meet the boy there. Waiting for the doctors to finish examining him had been hell, and Zaida was itching just to simply lay her eyes on Stiles herself. It had been a rough few days. After Stiles had been discharged from the hospital the first time, he hadn’t been going to school. In the afternoons she would stop by to check on him and play video games or watch movies - doing anything to keep both of their minds off everything else happening. Him going missing was completely out of the blue.

“He's sleeping now...And he's just fine. He doesn't remember much. It's a bit like a dream to him.” The man answered her, turning to Agent McCall, whose bandages were peeking out of the collar of his uniform. Zaida thought he’d gotten back into the field rather quickly after the attack the other night. “Thank you.”

“It was that repellent we sprayed in the coyote den to keep other animals out. I couldn't go near it without my eyes watering. It's just a good thing he mentioned it over the phone.” Raphael explained how he’d discovered to look for Stiles in Malia’s old coyote den in the Preserve. As it had turned out, the entire time Stiles had been on the phone with Scott, he'd been asleep, leading them to believe he'd been in an environment entirely different from where he actually was.

“No, it was more than that. Thank you.” Noah repeated gratefully, setting aside the fact that the man was still trying to move forward with an impeachment.

“It was a lucky connection.” Raphael insisted, and it was the first time Zaida had seen him act humbly.

“McCall, can you shut up please and accept my sincerest gratitude?” The Sheriff huffed gruffly and Scott’s father smiled in amusement.

“Accepted,” He nodded at the man.

“All right, you three. You've got school in less than six hours.” Melissa shifted her attention to the teens. “Go home. Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” Scott didn’t even attempt to argue, and Lydia went with him with a forlorn expression, still feeling guilty about how she had gotten it all so wrong.

Zaida turned around to watch her two friends walk down the hallway, only to see Xander approaching, hands shoved into the pockets of his deputy uniform. “Don’t even try. There’s no way in hell I’m leaving,” Zaida laughed humourlessly, refusing to go.

“Zay, what are you going to do here? Wait around for him to wake up? Let’s go home, get some rest, and I can bring you back in the morning before my shift starts.” Xander was careful to speak softly to her, knowing she was in a tense state at the moment. He knew even if he’d tried to get her to go to school tomorrow, she would never allow it. At least she might compromise on this.

“The only way I’m leaving this hospital is if you throw me over your shoulder and carry me out, kicking and screaming, and fighting tooth and nail to stay. Do you really want that?” She crossed her arms over her chest, hip jutting out as she raised a brow at him challengingly.

“I’ll drop you off some clothes in the morning on my way to the station,” Xander yielded with a long and tired sigh, exhausted from having spent the night out looking for the boy along with the rest of the task force. He knew fighting with Zaida was futile, and she was going through enough as it was without him making it more difficult for her.

“Love you!” She called out after him with a wide grin as he went back the way he’d come.

“Love you too, you little terrorist,” He muttered back with a roll of his eyes but kept walking.

Zaida was waiting once more out in the hallway with her phone flashing to warn her of her critically low battery. Ignoring the glaringly low percentage in the top right corner of her screen, she turned her attention back to the message thread that had been running with Allison since the night before.

To Artemis: Did you get the translation?

Artemis: Yes, but we only ended up with more questions.

To Artemis: Do elaborate. It’s not like I have anything else to do here.

Artemis: Mr Yukimura said it was an announcement instructing Japanese-Americans upon arrival to an internment camp in WWII, but the camp was called Oak Creek and didn’t exist. He thinks it’s a prank.

To Artemis: Do YOU think it’s a prank?

Artemis: With everything else that’s happened? No.

To Artemis: Me neither.

Japanese fox spirits, demons, freaky voicemails from WWII internment camps that don't exist...What the hell was going on?

“Zaida?” Sheriff Stilinski’s voice roused her from her laser-like focus and she looked up to see him beconing her over to where he stood by Stiles’ room. The doctor he’d just been speaking to had left and was already down the hall by the same Zaida made her way over.

“Are they done yet?” She questioned, wondering if the examinations were finally over.

“Almost. They wanna do an MRI.” The man let out a weary sigh, his posture haunched with exhaustion. He’d been there all night with her and hadn’t slept a wink - not even when Zaida had dozed off against his shoulder after they’d raided the vending machine for a late-night-early-breakfast.

“So that means none of the tests have been conclusive?” She raised her brows, eyes shining with hope. Inconclusive test results would be good news at this point, considering the only other alternative if they were conducting an MRI would be to confirm a suspected diagnosis.

“I dunno kiddo,” He shook his head with lips pursed in stress. “Look, I’m gonna pick us all up some proper food. While I’m gone, you should be in there with him. He needs you right now.”

“He needs you too, Sheriff.” Zaida pointed out, seeing how the man was on the verge of dissociating to cope with it all.

“I know,” He promised, reading the meaning behind her loaded stare. Zaida nodded, allowing him to leave before she reached for the door handle and twisted it open.

“Hey there stranger,” Zaida smiled at the boy lying down in the hospital bed as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. She’d been there almost all day as doctors pulled him in and out for various tests, but it was the first time she’d been allowed to see him.

“Zaida,” Stiles shifted to straighten into a sitting position at the sight of her. “You look…”

“Hideous? Xander dropped me off a change of clothes this morning and picked the most atrocious yet basic outfit ever, and there’s no need to remind me,” She wrinkled her nose and pulled at the purple top that kept riding up her body uncomfortably. She hoped that trivial humour might be enough to lighten the situation.

“I was going to say you look exhausted,” He noted. Her makeup had started to wear away to reveal dark circles under her bloodshot eyes.

“Because that’s so much better,” The brunette drawled sarcastically, crossing the room to sit on a chair beside him.

“How long have you been here?” Stiles questioned. He hadn’t seen her, but Xander dropping off clothes for her would suggest she’d been at the hospital for a long while.

“Since last night,” She shrugged, as if waiting around a hospital for over eighteen hours was no big deal. His amber eyes shone with appreciation as he gazed at her in a way that made her heart flutter. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a bus.” He ground out with a huff of dry laughter, shuffling over the mattress and patting the space beside him to beckon her. Zaida pushed herself out of the chair and clambered onto the bed, settling into place next to the boy. “Have they told you what’s going on?”

“They didn’t have to tell me,” She shut her eyes, leaning into his side and savouring the warmth of his body.

“Of course you figured it out,” Stiles smiled fondly, the arm that was around her coming up to brush over her skin. He didn’t have to tell her that he was scared, she could feel it now. The connection had opened once more upon her arrival at the hospital.

“You know, even if it is…” Zaida began but couldn’t bring herself to say the words. “There is still something we can do - something Scott can do.”

“You’re talking about the bite,” He deduced and she pulled away to look at him eye to eye.

“Would you do it? Scott won’t go through with it unless you want it,” She questioned, searching his face for an answer. She wanted to cry and beg him to say yes, but she also didn’t want her pleas to influence his decision. This wasn’t about what she wanted, it was about Stiles. So instead she tried to hide her hopeful expression. For a moment he appeared conflicted until she found determination in his eyes.

“If it’s true - if I have what Mom had,” Stiles sucked in a deep breath and Zaida’s pulse quickened in anticipation. “Then yeah. Yes, I’d take the bite. Being a werewolf is better than what I had to watch her go through, and what my father would go through by having to live it all again.”

Her muscles relaxed at his response and she curled into him once more, resting her head over his chest so she could hear his heart beating beneath her cheek. Stiles’ arms wrapped around her, resting his chin atop her head. Each time he breathed in he could smell her sweet perfume and it calmed the anxiousness in his soul. “I just want all this to end,” He whispered and her chest ached in sympathy for him.

“He’s in there,” Zaida held the door to the examination room open so Scott could walk through before she followed him. Noah and Melissa were already inside with the specialist.

“I'm not sure I know how to pronounce this...or if it's not actually a misspelling…” The doctor trailed off as he stared at Stiles’ medical forms in his hand, and not for the first time Zaida wondered what the boy’s birth name was.

“Just call him Stiles,” The Sheriff waved the doctor off impatiently.

“Okay. Stiles, just to warn you, you're going to hear a lot of noise during the MRI. It's due to pulses of electricity going through metal coils inside the machine.” The man explained to the boy who was wearing a hospital gown, ready to be examined. “Uh, if you want, we can get you earplugs or headphones…”

“Oh, no. No, I don't need anything.” Stiles declined, sitting on the edge of the bed that would soon retract into the machine.

“Hey, we're just on the other side of that window, okay?” Melissa reassured the boy and Zaida sent him a comforting smile that he struggled to return before she joined the adults and the doctor in a conjoining room behind protective glass.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to be in here, young lady,” The doctor conducting the test stared at her sternly, but Noah waved him off.

“It’s okay, Stiles would want her here,” He defended her and she sent him a grateful expression.

Zaida watched as Scott and Stiles talked to one another, knowing what was being said as Stiles nodded and pulled Scott into a tight hug with tears in his eyes. When Scott pulled away and left the room to go back into the hallway, the doctor whose badge told them his name was Vandenberg began the process.

“Okay, Stiles...This will take about forty-five minutes to an hour. Now, remember, try not to move - even a little bit.” Dr Vandenberg spoke into a long microphone as the bed Stiles was lying on moved into the white machine like entering a cocoon. “Stiles, you're going to hear that noise now. It's going to be a loud clanging - kind of like a hammer hitting an anvil.”

Zaida winced and was forced to push her blocks firmly into place as Stiles’ anguish echoed down their bond. This would be a long hour.

“Is it over?” Zaida asked as the doctor pulled up a few images on the screen in front of him. She crowded around the control panel between Noah and Melissa as they all looked at the scans of Stiles’ brain.

“See this? The tissue here and there?” Dr Vandenberg’s gloved finger pointed to red and orange masses on the otherwise blue, black and white images. “Both those spots are showing signs of atrophy.”

“Atrophy?” Noah repeated in a defeated tone, his lined face crumpling as tears welled in his light eyes. Zaida’s own heart sank to the very bottom of her stomach at the news. Atrophy meant degeneration, which meant brain shrinkage, which meant...

“I'm sorry.” The doctor pursed his lips, stepping back to allow them the privacy to grieve.

“Sheriff, I’m so sorry,” Zaida pulled the man into a hug as he broke and the tears came flowing. He surprised even himself when he began sobbing, and she could feel him shaking as he returned her hug tightly. She couldn’t imagine how hard this must be for him, given it wasn’t the first time he’d received such news about someone he loved.

“My son…” The man’s words were muffled between loud sniffles. “Why my son? First my Claudia…and now Stiles...”

“It’s going to be okay. Scott’s going to do something, alright?” Zaida reassured him, her own eyes tearing up in the heavy emotion of the moment. All she wanted to do was to break down herself but she held it together for the sake of the man who had already lost his wife, and had just found out he was set to lose his son. “He’s going to be okay, I promise.”

The lights above them flickered and dimmed with a loud hum before the power was restored and the lighting returned to normal, surprising them all enough for Zaida and Noah to pull apart with inquisitive expressions. “What was that?” Melissa questioned.

“It sounded like a power surge.” The doctor answered, and they all looked towards the MRI machine where the bed was now empty and Stiles was nowhere in sight.

“Where's my son?” Stilinski asked, his voice low and stuffy from the crying. Zaida didn’t wait around to hear any of their guesses as her heart pounded in alarm. She was the first to rush out of the room and into the dark hallway, reaching out to the door in her mind only to find it locked once more. It was enough to tell her something was wrong.

She wound through the torrent of patients and staff alike panicking in the hallway as she headed back to Stiles’ room, only to find the pile of clothes he’d left when he’d changed into the hospital gown was now missing. “Damn it, Stiles!” She swore and emerged back into the hallway as they began to empty. Where was he? Had he run out on his own or was he taken? She walked through the darkness aimlessly, not knowing where to even start searching for the boy, until she heard voices.

“You know me?” A woman was speaking, and Zaida came to the end of the corridor where it met with another at a ninety-degree angle where an elevator was. “Then you remember that I won't be deterred by your choice of host…even if it's an innocent boy.”

At the woman’s words, Zaida stepped back, ducking behind the corner so as not to be seen. A host? Teenage boy? Her heart leapt into her throat as she realised there was only one thing the woman could possibly mean by her accusation. She was talking to the Nogitsune.

“Are you threatening us?” Goosebumps rippled across her skin at hearing the second voice. It was cold and low, but not unfamiliar. Stiles, she had been talking to Stiles.

“Now I'm threatening you.” The woman responded and Zaida risked a peek around the corner to only just see inside of the elevator. As the lights flickered on and off above, they illuminated the masked, snarling faces of two Oni on either side of a woman with dark hair and almond eyes.

“We're not really afraid of your little fireflies.” Stiles chuckled in amusement and Zaida’s blood froze to a river of ice. Stiles was the Nogitsune.

She couldn’t move - she could hardly breathe as her mind struggled to comprehend the fact that Stiles was the Dark Kitsune’s vessel. She’d thought that humans couldn’t host the Nogitsune, otherwise, why had the Oni not tested any of them? She’d thought that had meant he was safe. Her painting, his dreams, her dream…Everything had been pointing straight at him all along and yet they’d still been blinded. She’d had a feeling the other night in the hospital and she cursed herself for not listening to it - for not figuring out what it had meant earlier. But what of his symptoms? The MRI results? Was the diagnosis still true? Or had it all been a smokescreen to stop them from figuring out the Nogitsune’s identity?

“If the Oni can't defeat you, I know someone who will.” The woman challenged and Zaida finally tore her feet from where they’d been glued to the floor, stumbling away from the scene.

She needed to find the others. She needed to warn them. And Stiles…was Stiles gone, or was he still in there somewhere? Was there any way to get him back? Her footsteps echoed through the empty halls as she staggered through the darkness, fear’s grip tightening on her heart like icy claws. What did the Nogitsune want? And why had it taken Stiles? Tears rolled once again down Zaida’s cheeks, streaking through her already smudged makeup. Why did it have to be Stiles?

Turning into the next hallway, Zaida froze in her tracks when a figure was standing before her, as if it had been waiting. A conflicted wave of emotions crashed over her at the sight of him. It wasn’t Stiles - not really - but it wore his face. The face that made her body instinctively calm down was now the source of her anxiety, and she was teetering on the edge of a very tall cliff. Zaida's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze, her heart hammering against her chest.

“S-Stiles,” Her voice shook as it left her lips, and she tried to paint a facade over her terror. He didn’t know that she knew, right? Maybe it was best if she could keep it that way. “I was looking for you. You disappeared.”

The Nogitsune didn’t say anything, he simply smirked faintly as he stepped closer at a leisurely pace. The overhead lights flashed on and off until they completely died, shrouding them in a blanket of darkness. Zaida prodded with her powers, reaching into her mind to try and find Stiles’ door to find it locked once more. It was only then that it dawned on her - the connection between herself and Stiles was never gone. It was simply that this wasn’t Stiles. All those times that she couldn’t feel him…It was because it hadn’t been him at all. When the Nogitsune was present, Stiles was completely unreachable.

“We- We should probably find the others,” Zaida spoke again when he remained quiet, attempting to flash him a casual smile. Her words were barely a whisper as she struggled to maintain her composure. Stiles - or rather, not -Stiles - kept staring at her with that amused expression stopping in front of her. She tried to take a step - to move past him under the guise of searching for their friends, but his arm shot out with impossible speed, barring her from going any further.

“Did you really think that your little act would work?” He tilted his head at her, clicking his tongue in disapproval. “It’ll take a lot more than that to fool a fox, Zaida. You can’t trick a trickster. You can’t trick me.”

Zaida could hear her own racing heart beating in the blood that thrummed through her ears, and she was fairly certain the creature before her could hear it too. She didn’t dare look in his eyes, not when she knew what she would find there - something dark, something other, something not -Stiles, something Void. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to run, to flee in the opposite direction and never turn back. But she couldn’t move. Terror stiffened her muscles, sticking her to the spot. A single, lonely tear betrayed her, rolling down her cheek. As the Nogitsune stepped even closer, her breath hitched in her throat, her body trembling. She didn’t know what to do. Her brain was full of thick fog, inhibiting her ability to think straight - or think at all.

Void Stiles chuckled and the sound made her organs twist uncomfortably, her nightmare flashing through her mind as the arm barring her movement lifted to grip her chin. Tilting her face away from him, his nose dragged across her cold skin from her temple to her ear. His warm tongue pressed forcefully over her cheek where her tear had run and she flinched, trying to jerk away from his hold, but he was too strong. “I can taste your fear.” He whispered, his breath hot against the side of her face.

Void stepped away, letting her go, but before she could react he lunged forward, his movements swift and predatory. It was a far cry from his usual awkward and clumsy demeanour. The world spun around Zaida as his fist connected with her jaw, sending her crashing to the ground in a haze of pain and confusion. As darkness closed in around her, the last thing she saw was the Nogitsune in Stiles’ body, looming over her.

“We have a live wire, a powerline has been cut at Beacon Memorial. Ten forty-five ‘d’, two deceased adults and one electrocuted teenager with second-degree burns, over.” Xander spoke into the radio clipped to his uniform pocket as he scanned the scene before him.

An ambulance driver was dead, having stepped into the electrified water covering the ground. A civilian had done the same, and the area was already being roped off with police tape. Another officer was directing the flow of traffic around the crime scene, and once again, right in the middle of it all, were Zaida’s friends. Xander stalked over to Scott McCall, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, and Kira Yukimura, who were all crowded around an injured Isaac Lahey. Gripping Scott by his arm and pulling him aside, Xander’s jaw locked with anger.

“So are you gonna tell me what the hell really happened here?” He demanded with a threatening glare. The fact that the group were always showing up at crime scenes was suspicious at best and incriminating at worst. It was hard enough to hide the supernatural from the world without the McCall pack constantly getting involved.

“Someone tampered with the electrical on the roof of the hospital and one of the powerlines up there snapped and came flying down here,” Scott answered in a hushed tone so no one would overhear them.

“Someone?” Xander repeated with raised eyebrows, sensing there was something the wolf wasn’t telling him. “What am I missing here?”

“Zaida is gonna kill me for telling you this, but…when we died to find our parents we gave power back to the Nemeton, which turned it into a sort of supernatural magnet.” Scott winced, knowing that if Xander didn’t brutally murder him after hearing the truth, Zaida certainly would.

“You idiots did what?!” Xander hissed, his dark eyes narrowing.

“Yeah, well, it gets worse.” Scott swallowed thickly. “It brought something to Beacon Hills - a dark Kitsune spirit that is possessing someone, and a bunch of demon ninjas that are looking for it.”

“Where’s my sister?” Xander realised with a jolt that Zaida was missing from the group, and so was Stiles.

“She’s still inside,” The werewolf answered, and Xander didn’t wait to hear anymore.

With a newfound sense of urgency and concern for his sister propelling him forward, he sprinted into the building, launching himself into the stairwell and climbing the structure three at a time. The clatter of footsteps behind him told him he was being followed, but he didn’t care - his sole thought was of his sister. Sprinting through the hallways, he made a beeline for Stiles’ room, gripping the frame to shift his direction as he burst inside to find Noah Stilinski standing alone in the darkness.

“Where is she?” He asked, his chest heaving as he scanned the otherwise empty space.

“She’s gone. They both are,” The Sheriff muttered an answer, his shoulders sagging defeatedly. “Parish reported Stiles’ Jeep leaving the premises ten minutes ago.”

“Damn it!” Xander cursed, overwhelmed by a mixture of anger and worry, and he took it out on a nearby chair. Lifting the furniture into the air, he hurled it across the room where it smashed to pieces against a wall.

“Is this hers?” Scott asked from behind the hunter, lifting a cream-coloured knit jacket to his nose. Xander nodded and the werewolf turned to Derek beside him. “That scent on the roof? You remember how I told you there was something else to it? It wasn’t just Stiles’ scent, it was Zaida’s too.”

“That might not change anything,” Derek stated with a blank expression, elaborating when Scott appeared confused. “Sometimes, when two people are bonded together, their scents can start to mix with one another.”

“So you’re saying it was only Stiles on the roof?” Scott frowned, trying to keep up.

“Yes. And no.” Derek tilted his head. “I’m saying it could have been either of them, or both. There’s no way to tell.”

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Xander whipped around to face them.

“When we were looking for Stiles I tracked his scent to the roof - or what I thought was his scent. The person on the roof sabotaged the wires. This whole thing was orchestrated…by the person possessed by the Nogitsune.” Derek answered and Xander’s heart sank when he finally understood the significance of the discussion.

“But Deaton said the Nogistune could only get in through an open door - one that was already connected to the other side. Allison, Stiles and I are the only ones who did that.” Scott reasoned, but a voice by the door turned all of their heads.

“That’s not entirely true.” Lydia stood before them with a grim expression on her face.

“What are you doing here?” Scott questioned. “I thought you were staying home tonight.”

“I heard Zaida screaming…I had to come.” The girl explained in an empty voice, knowing she was too late. She'd been driving when she'd heard her best friend crying out in what sounded like agony, over and over and over again until her head felt as though it was about to explode.

“What do you mean it’s not true,” Derek interrupted, prompting the redhead to speak up.

“Zaida did open a door, remember?” Lydia looked at Scott. “Before the three of you did the ritual, Zaida did something just like it with Stiles to talk to her mom.”

“So it could be either of them,” Scott whispered in realisation.

“Okay, you all need to tell me everything, right the fuck now.” Xander glared menacingly. All he could think about was his sister and the blinding need to find her.

“You need to tell us everything.” Noah corrected, his spine straightening with purpose.

[ratsoh-writes]

Two days. She was gone for TWO DAYS and this darn flyer monster had befriended her grandpa and the two other elderly monsters already.

IT TOOK HER ALMOST A DECADE TO BEFRIEND HER GRANDPA AND THIS FUCKER DID IT IN LESS THAT 72 HOURS!?

And the worst part was that if Maverick suddenly disappeared one day, her grandpa would know that it was her. And an even WORST part was that he looked happy to be able to talk with someone new.

Darn it!

But she rather him socializing than staying here alone with two very depressed and confused elderly monsters. And she also had collected anything and everything there was to know about this nuisance. So if he tried something that she didn't like...

.

"And where are your caaaats?"

"Dumped on the side of the road"

"Really ~?"

Oscar had become a bigger nuisance that he normally was, it all started after she kicked him out of her room two months ago. She just knew that he was planning something, but she didn't know what.

Oh well. Right now the most important thing was finishing spying on that rich Lust fell skeleton, his brother was deemed a good candidate for her family. Sea still didn't understand the appeal but the skeleton branch of her family said that he was a rather gorgeous one.

It didn't take much to approach him and figure out how to talk to him. He seemed interested in the prospect of buying small businesses to help other monsters and gain profits.

.

She thought her father was becoming mental or something. He had started to spend more time with her, even showed her some old pictures of him when he was a kid, very veeery old pictures. Cameras were a novelty back then.

It freaked her out. He was never this affectionate with anyone, not even his wife. A part of her was saying that this was all a convoluted plan to make her lower her defenses, the other part was saying that the change of scenery and a more stable life after the crash had made HIM lower his defenses.

She didn't know which part to hear.

Oh. And the flyer uncle that suspected that someone was stealing spells all those years ago? Turns out there was someone else besides her at that time that was doing the same, only difference was that whoever they were, they did a poor ass job and got caught.

Sucks.

.

Sea was pleased with how her new plan was turning out. She had already planted several "bombs" that would go off as back up plans if her main one didn't work.

She realized that her family had a lot more to lose now. They had given themselves the label of "Good Samaritans that welcomed both humans and monsters in need". She almost gagged when Toriel herself thanked her aunt for fostering humans and monsters.

It would be such a SHAME if their true plans were to be discovered.

Really...

.

"I still don't get it. How come you are very good at blocking your mind? You are not even a flyer mage"

Maverick had became a friend of her grandpa and made the other two monsters cheer up just a little bit. And since Sea didn't even let him talk to her via telepathy, he opted for using sound magic instead.

"I might not be, but I have flyer cousins, remember? Very noisy cousins that don't know the meaning of boundaries."

"Huuuuh, I might even be your secret cousin then"

"Fuck off"

She had better things to do than keep talking to this... this Oscar 2.0. Like making sure her secret box of Intel was updated with her latest finding: An uncle of hers was seen making deals with a certain rising cult.

(10/??)

Aaand of course sea has cult ties

THEY WERE GONNA SNATCH PEPPER??? Lush would’ve killed them all. Marcelo too.

Also maverick, always poking his nose in where it doesn’t belong lol

I should draw a flayer monster someday

[onceuponastory]

save me - court gentry/sierra six x reader

Plot: When reader is kidnapped by Lloyd and his gang, Six comes to save her. Pairing: Sierra Six/Court Gentry (I use both names in this) x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ Please! Mentions of death, kidnapping, violence, torture, graphic descriptions of blood and injury, weapons/guns, and shooting. Also Lloyd Hansen being a creepy POS. Notes: Look. I’ve always loved Ryan Gosling, even before I discovered Sebastian, and when I watched the Gray Man, I knew I had to write something for Six. If you have any requests for him please let me know!

Once again, not beta’d so any mistakes are my own.

Struggling against the zip ties binding her to the chair armrests, Y/N watches the men surrounding her, each with a large gun strapped to their belts. What felt like only less than an hour ago, she was walking home, her mind filled with boring things, like what she’s going to have for dinner or how her boyfriend is doing. And then, her life turned upside down, and she was snatched off the street. She fought back as hard as she could, but they still shoved her into the trunk of a car and drove away. And now she’s here, tied to a chair in what looks like some kind of fancy ass castle, with no sign of her boyfriend anywhere. Of course, despite how much he tries to hide it, she knows that danger comes with dating Court. After all, as a CIA assassin, he has a lot of enemies who want to do a lot of damage to them. 

Deep down, she always knew a day like this would come. When his other life would bleed into their domestic life together, and put them both at risk. Yet, despite the no doubt countless risks to her life, Y/N started ignoring them after a while. Of course it was stupid to ignore them, and she knows that now, but Court always promised that he’d keep her safe, and after all the years they had with nothing actually happening…Y/N believed him, and stopped thinking she was in danger.

Y/N’s eyes move around the room, looking for a potential escape route if she somehow gets out of here. They didn’t tie her legs to the chair, so she might be able to make it out. But she doesn’t have much hope. No doubt the men with guns will stop her before she gets to the door. As she sits there, awaiting her death, Y/N’s thoughts drift to Court, and where he is. Of course, she hopes that he knows where she is, and that he’s on his way to save her. Most of all though, she hopes he’s safe. She knows that Court’s more than capable of handling villains by himself, but these guys seem to be the very definition of armed and dangerous. Even if she doesn’t make it out here alive, she hopes that Court does.

Suddenly, the door opens, interrupting her thoughts. Y/N watches as a man enters. Whoever he is, he’s swearing about something, and he looks furious. And he definitely has questionable tastes in facial hair. But then, he lays eyes on her and grins, instantly switching off his rage. “Ah, you must be Y/N.” He pulls up a chair, sitting across from her. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I’m Lloyd.”

“What do you want with me?” Lloyd doesn’t answer her question, and instead continues to watch her, his blue eyes studying her intently. Her blood chills. 

“You know, you are so beautiful. I can see what Six saw in you. Depending how things go, maybe we could grab some dinner after this.” He grins, causing her stomach to churn. When he gets no response, Lloyd huffs. “You do realise I’m giving you a compliment, right? You’re supposed to say thank you.”

“…Thanks.” She mumbles. 

“Sorry, what was that? You’re going to have to be a lot louder than that, sweetheart.” When she repeats herself, he grins. “Good girl. Now that we’re acquainted with each other, the fun can really start. Where’s your boyfriend?”

“I don’t know.” Lloyd sighs, tutting slightly.

“Not good enough. Where is he?” Y/N repeats her answer again, swearing that she has no idea where her boyfriend is to Lloyd’s continued questions. With every repeated insistence, Y/N can see him getting angrier, but she doesn’t know what else he’s expecting from her. After all, she’s telling him the truth. 

“What do you want with him, anyway?” She asks, watching Lloyd warily as he continues to stare at her, peering over at her like a shark watching its prey. 

“He has something that belongs to me.” He leans in close, tracing a finger along her jawline. When she shudders, he smirks. “So I’ve taken something that belongs to him for a fair trade. Hopefully, for your sake, he gets here soon.”

“Get the fuck away from me.” Y/N hisses. She tries to kick him with her free leg, but Lloyd dodges it. Immediately, someone grabs her shoulder, harshly pulling her back into the chair. 

“Oh, you’ve got some fire in you. I like that.” Lloyd smirks. “Just a shame it won’t do you any good.” Without another word, he raises his hand, striking her across the face hard. The sound reverberates across the room, as does Y/N’s cry of pain. Before she even has a chance to say something, another hit lands. Pain floods through her body, and Y/N bites her tongue hard to stop a cry from slipping out.

“Is that…the best you’ve got?” She asks, ignoring the blood running down her face. Lloyd laughs, an awful, cruel laugh that sends shivers down her spine. This man is a fucking maniac. 

“Oh…no, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.”

After some time, Lloyd finally relents on his attack on Y/N. Y/N winces, trying to move her body into a more comfortable position. The zip ties on her wrists are digging in, so much so she has to bite her cheeks to stop the pain as tears stream down her cheeks. Lloyd broke all her fingers in his attempt to extract the truth from her. She still held strong and continued to maintain the truth about Court’s location, but fuck, she’s in so much pain. The flow of blood has exacerbated, and even breathing and crying hurts now.

Suddenly, the sound of a ringtone cuts through the air. “What did I say about phones when I’m working?” Lloyd huffs. 

“I think it’s yours.” One of the armed men says. Lloyd’s eyebrow rises, and he finally stops his assault on Y/N. As he goes to answer it, the deep red of Y/N’s blood still staining his hand, Y/N lets out a breath of relief. It’s over. At least, for now.

“What the fuck?!” Lloyd’s anger fills her ears, and she jumps. “You’re supposed to be the best in the world at what you do, yet you can’t even handle one fucking man?” Y/N frowns for a moment, until the penny drops. 

Court. He’s here. Y/N’s thoughts are confirmed when Lloyd turns back to her, another creepy smile on his face. “Well. Looks like your Prince Charming is here, after all.”  Hope fills her every being as she imagines Court coming to save her. Yet, despite how hopeful she is, it’s overshadowed by her fear. She can see the cracks in Lloyd’s facade, and how his smile doesn’t meet his eyes. And despite everything Lloyd has done to her so far…seeing that look on his face makes her the most afraid she’s ever been. Lloyd’s a total sociopath, and he could do anything to Court. And it’ll probably be much, much worse than what he did to her. “I better give him a warm welcome.” 

“No. Stay away from him!” Y/N begs. Lloyd chuckles. 

“Sorry sweetheart. No can do.” Once more, he bends in close, lifting his hand to touch her once more. Fuelled by rage and fear, Y/N spits in his face, her blood spraying against his cheek. Even though she knows that it was a pretty badass thing to do, Y/N regrets it as soon as she does it. Lloyd isn’t the type of person you should piss off.

Lloyd doesn’t say anything, only seethes with anger. The silence is agonising the longer it goes on, and Y/N’s body chills as she wonders what he’s going to do next, and which body parts she’s about to lose. Suddenly, Lloyd starts laughing again. “Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that. And not just because I liked this shirt. If you’re sure you want my friends and I to kill you and your boyfriend, then so be it.” He shrugs, getting up and walking towards the door, gesturing for the armed men to follow him.

“No Lloyd, wait! Please!” Y/N screams, shouting after him. “Please don’t hurt him!”

“Too late, sweetheart. You’ve made your choice.” He announces. And then, he’s gone, and Y/N is alone.

Y/N sits in silence as she waits for someone, anyone, to return. Her entire body aches, but her fears for Court and his safety are even more painful. Of course, with a life like Court’s, Y/N always knew that a day might come when she loses him forever. But this is the first time she actually thought it would happen. And it scares the shit out of her. If he dies, what’s going to happen to her? Then again, she’s probably going to die too. Tears flow down her face once more. She isn’t ready for it to end. Not like this.

Suddenly, muffled gunshots sound from outside the room, and the hairs on the back of Y/N’s neck stand up. Whoever it is, they’re heading straight for her. As the doorknob turns, Y/N braces herself for what’s about to happen. However, to her surprise, and immense relief, the person who opens the door is who she least expects to see.

“Court?” she gasps. In what feels like a second, he’s by her side, trying to cut through the ties binding her wrists.

“Y/N, oh god. I’m sorry.” Suddenly, Y/N notices the amount of blood covering her boyfriend and staining his shirt. 

“W-What happened to you? Are you bleeding?” He doesn’t respond, which makes her even more worried. “Court!” She demands.

“I’m fine, I promise.” He finally replies. “Lloyd got me a few times, but it’s nothing I haven’t handled before. Just a little scratch.” She doesn’t believe him at first, yet before she can say anything else, her wrists are free, and Court takes her into his arms, squeezing her for dear life protectively. “It’s okay. Lloyd’s gone. I took care of him. You’re safe now. It’s over.” He whispers. As soon as she registers that she’s in his arms once more, the whole situation hits Y/N then, and she breaks down in tears once more. 

“I thought I’d never see you again.” She whimpers.

“Me too. But it’s okay. You’re safe now. I’m here.” He whispers, kissing every inch of her face and squeezing her tightly, as if he’ll never let go. “I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.”

“I love you.” She sobs. “So much.” 

“I love you too. Can you walk?” He asks. Nodding, Y/N takes a few steps, but stumbles a little. Without another word, Court wraps his arm around her, keeping her steady. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Come on. Let’s go home.”

[heliads]

Hi! If that's okay could i request Tewksbury x gn!reader?

You know that scene where Enola takes him to her room to talk about what she discovered? That scene with reader instead except they don't get attacked by the police and he ends up staying the night, nothing nsfw just fluff! And maybe he or they confess? And could you add the one bed troupe? Ty!!

Your choice of a scenario or headcanons, whatever you're more comfortable with! :)

honestly thank you so much for the choice of scenario or headcanons i appreciate the opportunity to have less of a workload, as a reward you get a full length fic

masterlist

After all these days of searching, you think you’ve managed to find him at last. You and Enola have been worried sick about what could have happened to the Viscount of Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether, Owner of Far Too Many Titles for quite some time now, so even the sight of what could be familiar brown tousled hair across a crowded city square fills you with a rush of relief.

He’s alright, that’s what matters most. You can catch the barest flickers of his smile from where you stand. Scores of people weave in between the two of you, but the distance is slowly shrinking. You didn’t expect to miss him quite as much as you did when you first parted ways, but for some reason the thought that you’ll be able to see him again is enough to make you smile like a giddy fool.

In a way, you are. Judging by all the nasty business with Linthorn and the people trying to follow you, you were worried that leaving Tewkesbury behind had been a mistake. What would you have done if that man with the bowler hat from the train had caught up to him? The consequences are more severe than you care to think about, yet here you are, finding Tewkesbury at last.

He doesn’t know you’re here, not yet. You’re still doing your best to remain unnoticed. You and Enola are getting more paranoid by the hour, a practice which has only served to keep the two of you alive and mostly out of trouble. You’re being tracked by Linthorn and his men, of that you have no doubt, but what matters most right now is getting to Tewkesbury before they can.

That’s why Enola is currently on another side of the city, doing her best to distract anyone trying to find you. She’s also hoping to locate Tewkesbury yourself if you couldn’t manage it, although you have to admit that you feel very pleased to be the one who’s found him first.

You hurry across the town square, ducking obliviously around throngs of people and charging coaches to make it over to him. Tewkesbury is helming a small flower stand, and, judging by the empty spots in the vases lining his table, he’s making his fortune quite easily. 

That might be due in part to the easy smiles he’s giving out like extra change to any passersby. In fact, the customer currently purchasing a bouquet is looking at Tewkesbury as if she’d rather like to buy him, too, just for the thrill of propping him up in her house for a good stare or two. For some reason, the way that the girl keeps eyeing him makes a knot twist in your stomach, some deep unhappiness that only allows itself to be known through no uncertain pressure.

Just when you fear you may be swept away on the tide of what is definitely not jealousy, Tewkesbury looks up and sees you. Instantly, any thoughts of the girl in front of him, if they even existed in the first place, vanish from his face. It becomes clear that he must have been faking a good temper before, because the sheer joy on his face is infinitely better what he’d been displaying just a few minutes ago.

Evidently picking up on the fact that she’s no longer remotely on Tewkesbury’s mind, the flirtatious customer sighs in irritation and leaves. You don’t even think Tewkesbury noticed, he’s beaming ear to ear as you hurry up to him.

“Y/N!” He says, absolutely delighted. “What are you doing here? I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again.”

You laugh. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“No,” Tewkesbury hurries to assure you, “not disappointed in the slightest. Really, I couldn’t be happier. What’s going on? How did you find me?”

“It’s not just me who’s been trying to find you,” you relate, “I think I’m being followed. Most likely you are too. There’s some man out there who’s been trying to find you. Enola and I split up so we could try to get to you first before anything happened. I’m glad I found you.”

“I’m glad you found me, too,” Tewkesbury says, then hurries to straighten some already pristine display on his stand before you can notice the blush rising to his cheeks.

You allow him a moment or two to collect himself, then continue on. “We’ve found out a lot since we saw you last. Do you know anywhere we could talk without being overheard? Sorry for being nervous, it’s just that I’d rather not have anyone know we were here.”

Tewkesbury nods, a faint grin on his face. “What, are you worried about getting into a fight?”

You blow out a tired breath. “You’d be surprised.”

His face turns awestruck. “You’ve been in a fight?”

“Yeah,” you say, glancing across the street to see if you spot Linthorn, “in trying to protect you, too. You’ll be pleased to know that I won.”

When you turn back to Tewkesbury, he’s regarding you with a charmed look, like he could listen to you talk for hours on end and never tire of it. Something tells you that the thought of you choosing his side over safety or anything else means more to him than Tewkesbury could possibly put into words.

Whatever he’s thinking, though, neither of you are quite brave enough to express it at the moment. Tewkesbury clears his throat and gestures towards the street.

“I have a place not far from here where we should be fine to talk. Just let me close up shop and we should be good to go.”

You watch him work with a smile. “You know, I do have to admit that it’s cool that you did all this. You know, you were able to set up your own store in Covent Garden and all that. Not bad for a boy on the run.”

Tewkesbury straightens up with an amused look. “Is that a compliment? I think I’m touched.”

You roll your eyes, but can’t hide a grin. “You’re allowed to have them every now and then. I’m not Enola, I can refrain from sarcasm once in a while.”

“I’m well aware that you’re not Enola,” he says, and for some reason you get the feeling that he’s very appreciative of the fact, too. It makes a flush of heat spiral up your cheeks until you have to look away to get your bearings once again.

Tewkesbury leads you through the busy streets until he comes to a stop in front of a locked door.

“This is my place,” he says by way of explanation, “I had to do a fair amount of convincing so the owner would even allow me to let the room, but it’s not too bad. It means no one is trying to follow me, at least. Well, except you.”

You laugh. “Thanks for the clarification.”

Tewkesbury chuckles and leads you upstairs. You can see a hallway with many similar doors stretching out into what feels like an endless abyss of rooms, but Tewkesbury seems to know the way to his flat like the back of his hand. Soon enough, he’s locking the door behind you, and the two of you are alone at last. You were together like this in the marketplace, but for some reason, it’s different now that no one else can see you.

Tewkesbury gestures for you to take a seat and settles into a chair opposite you. “So?” He asks, always curious, “what’s been going on?”

You let out a frustrated breath. “Everything. Enola and I have been running ourselves ragged trying to keep up with Linthorn and your family. Honestly, we were worried sick that we wouldn’t be able to find you in time. We agreed to meet up tomorrow morning, hopefully with you in tow.”

“At least we have a destination for tomorrow,” Tewkesbury muses. “And a plan, I hope?”

You nod. “The barest scrap of one, but it does for now. What, will you be sad to leave your flower stand?”

“A little,” he admits, “it was nice to pretend that I could have a life as simple as that, but I knew it was only temporary. Still, I get the feeling I’ll have reasons to enjoy my future anyway, with or without selling flowers in Covent Garden.”

Again, you get that feeling that he’s hinting towards more than he could ever say. You quickly steer the conversation back towards safer shores, like the fact that there’s at least one man out there trying to kill both of you, and slowly you’re able to fight back the wave of heat that’s currently dusting your cheeks.

It’s easy to spend time with Tewkesbury. You forgot about that in the time since you’ve last seen him, but it’s true. Before you know it, the dangerous topics of Tewkesbury’s family and Linthorn’s plotting are left far behind. You and Tewkesbury laugh until your ribs are sore, trading jokes like you’ve known each other all your lives instead of just a short matter of time. He is fascinating to speak to, host to knowledge you’d never guess at in your entire life. 

At the same time, you seem to hold his attention in the palm of your hand like a flightless bird, never to soar away. Every time you open your mouth to voice a single syllable, Tewkesbury looks at you with his heart in his eyes, totally captivated by you. It’s enough to make anyone feel important, and you are certainly no exception.

Before you know it, you’re fighting back a yawn in between another tangent of conversation. You do your best to hide the sudden bout of exhaustion that’s flung itself upon you, but Tewkesbury notices you. Always the eagle eye when it comes to spotting details about you, right? It’s as if he can only ever look at you, so he might as well do it right.

Tewkesbury glances at the window behind him and his face transfigures with surprise. “My goodness, it’s already so late. I had no idea.”

Sure enough, when you glance through the leaded panes, you notice that the streets outside have already succumbed to night. Darkness has fallen upon the town, pierced consistently by the even light of lanterns lining the streets.

You curse under your breath. You hadn’t meant to stay this long, but then again, if you were to do it all again, you have a feeling you’d repeat this afternoon exactly the same way. You haven’t felt half so light or free as when you’re talking with Tewkesbury. He makes you feel as if nothing in the world could ever trouble you, and when you have as many problems as you do right now, that’s certainly something worth your time.

Still, even the best of evenings have to end at some point, and the moon rising over the horizon acts as your timepiece for the night, signaling that you’re going to have to call off your happiness for the time being.

“I’d better head out,” you say, rising to your feet, “I’ll come back in the morning, we can go meet Enola. It’s just not safe for you to keep up your life here, not until we figure out Linthorn.”

Tewkesbury jerks into a standing position as well. “Wait, you can’t go out there by yourself, it’s pitch black. I’ll walk with you.”

You shake your head. “Then you’d be coming back here in the dead of night. Linthorn’s out there somewhere on the lookout for you, it would be too dangerous. I have to go by myself.”

Tewkesbury refuses to take no for an answer. “Then stay here. If I can’t go with you, you can’t walk these streets after dark on your own. I have space, you can stay the night.”

You hesitate, wavering on the edge of what you truly want and what surely must be done. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Well, I can’t ask you to keep helping me stay safe from Linthorn, and you do it anyway,” Tewkesbury reasons, “Look, it’s no big deal at all. I promise.”

You cave at last. “Alright. I am rather tired.”

Tewkesbury grins, thrilling over his victory. He looks around to offer you a place to sleep, and that’s when the two of you reach an insurmountable problem at the exact same time. When Tewkesbury found this place, he was only thinking that he’d be host to himself. For this reason, there’s only one bed, and for this reason, the fact that you’re going to be here too creates many, many difficulties.

“I’ll sleep in the armchair,” you say quickly. “It looks quite comfortable.”

Tewkesbury scoffs. “That’s a lie and you know it. You take the bed, I’ll be in the armchair.”

“I’m not kicking you out of your own bed,” you argue.

“And I’m not forcing you to stay here overnight just to delegate you to the chair,” Tewkesbury replies just as quickly, “Take the bed.”

“You take the bed,” you quarrel.

“We can both take the bed,” Tewkesbury says in a rush, and both of you try to pretend as if that declaration isn’t somehow both the most perfect solution and also the most terrifying option that could possibly come out of this debate.

Not one to show any sign of weakness, you nod before Tewkesbury can take it back. “Alright. It’s big enough for the two of us. It’ll be fine.”

“Very fine,” Tewkesbury adds, although you notice that he does look a bit panicked at the thought.

The two of you have gone and committed to the idea now, though, so it’s not like there’s anything you can do about it. You dress for sleep and crawl into the bed, Tewkesbury on the other side. It was definitely meant for one person, which is made clear when both of your efforts to give each other as much space as possible result in you practically falling onto the ground.

At last, you sigh and give in to what must be done. You turn on your side to face Tewkesbury and stretch out an arm to reach out to him. He stiffens at first, then turns over as well. Your head fits perfectly against his chest, and when his arm wraps around you, you wonder why either of you ever tried anything else. It’s as if you’re two halves of one being, always meant to be here together. The thought of ever getting up and splitting away from him feels like a strike through the heart.

Tewkesbury speaks quietly against the top of your head. “I’m glad you’re here. Really glad.”

You smile. “I’m glad too.”

It is easy to sleep after that, regardless of the fact that there’s a stranger out in the city who wishes for the quick death of both of you. Right here, nestled in Tewkesbury’s arms, the thought of danger has never even occurred to you. No safety net has ever been woven of stronger stuff. The stars wheel in the sky overhead and the two of you sleep soundly, brows smoothed of worry. All is well.

requested by @dexpairs-blog, i hope you enjoy!

enola holmes tag list: empty for now!

[willowser]

hello yes it’s me again sorry but i just saw the things about katsuki losing his memories instead and now i am Thinking… 

say you really do decide to just stay forgot. because you go into his room and even though you’ve been debriefed by doctors and kirishima, who was on the scene with him, you were not ready for him to look at you like you were a complete stranger. so you start backing out of the room, muttering something about being on the wrong floor. in the hallway, kirishima is giving you a questioning look bc you’ve only been in there for less than 15 seconds, but all you can say is that you need some time, and please don’t tell him about you—that you should be the one to do it, you just can’t right now. and you had every intention of just pacing around the block or something, but somehow, you end up at his apartment?? you let yourself in with the spare key he finally gave you a few months ago and it really just hits you what starting from scratch is going to look like. getting him to trust you all over again, to open up. break down those walls. except, it wouldn’t even be from scratch because you already know every little thing about him !! it’ll break your heart, surely you’ll lose your patience with him. he’s the strong one, not you. you can’t do this. so instead of taking the minute you said you needed, you take a few hours and scrub katsuki’s apartment of any traces of you. the pictures on the walls, a reminder note he’d left you on the fridge, your extra clothes, the toothbrush by the sink—everything. 

…… or so you thought. 

because as it turns out, katsuki is more of a romantic than anyone could’ve expected. more than you expected, and had a secret little drawer full of mementos of you and your relationship hidden in his office. the paper rings you’d made him out of straw wrappers at restaurants, ticket stubs from past dates, photo booth strips and polaroids, a stack of notes you’d tuck into his lunchbox. 

you hear about it a few days later, in an angry (well, as angry as kirishima can be) phone call, in which he informs you that katsuki was discharged earlier in the week, and in an effort to put the pieces of his life together, started going through the apartment with a fine-tooth comb, and discovered his little stash in the filing cabinet. and you have a LOT of explaining to do

ok now i’m done and need to go lay down 

NO NO NO JORDAN !! NO LAYING DOWN !!! PLEASE 🥺🥺🥺

god now i can't stop wondering what his reaction to this would be !!! 🥺 on one hand, he doesn't remember you or your relationship and so he doesn't know what to do — but you just walked away ?? 🥺 he found little bitty heartfelt things in his room that he couldn't imagine keeping, because they're so silly and dumb, but he DID keep them 🥺 and you've just — gone 🥺 you didn't care enough or...what ?? 🥺 and he doesn't know what he wants but he has to call kirishima like "what the hell ???" and kirishima is like "well...yeah...didn't they call you ??" AAAHHHH

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

3rd Life: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

"No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies." - Daisy Bates

Two girls went missing recently, and you were brought in on the case as early as possible to find them. Though, as soon as you landed, you got news of one of the girls being found dead. You got there as quickly as possible, but the girl was so badly mutilated that only the parents would be able to tell who the kid is. Of course, you're not going to let the parents see this kind of horror, so the local police are trying to keep them away until you get there.

"Have you ID'd the body?" Hotch asks Detective Payton.

"No, but we know it's a girl.

"Is it one of the missing girls?"

"All I can tell you right now is it's a girl."

"Did you draw up a list of those involved in the search?" Derek asks.

"You're gonna find the parents of the girls on that list. They're over there as well," the detective points to where the parents are.

"Please tell me they didn't discover the body," Emily sighs.

"No. As soon as our dogs caught her scent, we kept them away from the scene."

"Wasn't she missing for eighteen hours?"

"That's correct. We found the body five hours ago."

"The parents have been here all this time?" JJ asks, looking over at them. You can feel how distressed they are, and maybe it's best if you're one of the ones they talk to. "I'm going to go talk to them."

"I'll go with you," you volunteer.

"Thanks. I gotta be honest, guys. I'm glad you're all here, because I have never seen anything like that," Detective Payton says.

You and JJ break off from the group and head over to the parents who are in tears at the thought of one of their daughters lying dead less than a hundred yards away from them. The parents of Katie Owen (one of the girls who went missing) and the father of Lindsey Vaughn (the other girl who went missing) are gathered around each other. When they see you and JJ head over, Katie's parents are eager for some answers.

You can feel how worried and depressed Katie's parents are, but when you look at Jack who is Lindsey's father, you can't read anything off him. In fact, you're not getting anything off him. It's like he wants to hide who he is from everyone, like he has a secret that only he knows.

However, the last person you couldn't read anything off of, he turned out to be the most prolific serial killer you've ever seen.

Jack looks over at you and feels uncomfortable under your stare, but you hold your gaze a few moments longer. There are breaks in his energy that can make you see he is holding his emotions back, so you're not worried about him becoming a serial killer. After a few more moments, you look away from him and turn to the mother of Katie, Lori.

"Bruce and I were out for dinner. Jack dropped off the girls at the movie theater," Lori began explaining.

"I arranged to pick them up, but they never came out," Jack finished. "I went inside, but they weren't there. An usher told me he saw them leave the theater halfway through the movie."

"Where did they go?" you ask.

"He said they went outside for a cigarette."

"We didn't even know Katie smoked," Lori sighs.

"Did he say if they came back inside?"

"No. We've been here all day," Jack's friend, Pat Mannan, says. "Why won't they let us know who that is?"

"They don't know who it is, do they?" Jack asks before you have a chance to answer.

"Why? What did they do to her?" Lori cries.

"Listen, until we know who it is and what exactly happened, we--"

"We? You mean the FBI, right?" Pat cuts you off.

"Sir, we're only here to help the police find out who did this."

"Well, it's a little late for that, don't you think?" Jack snaps.

Jack takes Lori, who is crying, off to the side to comfort her.

"His wife passed away a few years ago. Lindsey's all that he has," Pat backs up his friend, going over to the couple, leaving Bruce left.

You watch Jack comfort Lori, but you're not convinced he is fully here. He takes a pill bottle out of his pocket and downs some pills. He is definitely hiding something, and you think Hotch deserves to know.

"I'll be right back."

You leave JJ's side and head back to the rest of the group. Hotch is off to the side on the phone, but when he sees you, he quickly hangs up on whoever it was. Rossi is by his side as well, but he welcomes you in.

"Hey, so Katie's parents genuinely feel guilty and sad for their daughter's disappearance. You know, how a parent is supposed to feel. Jack isn't like that. I can't read anything off him. It's like he is hiding something, but I don't know what."

"Thank you," Hotch nods.

"What do you think he's hiding?" Rossi asks.

"I don't know." You leave their side and head down to Derek, Emily, and Spencer who are examining the young girl. "What do you got?"

"Developed bruises and cuts layer upon layer. Bindings cut deep into her flesh, and around her neck there's heavy bruising. She was strangled to death," Spencer says.

"By what?"

"A belt was used. You can see the indentation marks of a buckle."

"Why destroy her hands and face?" Detective Payton asks.

"It indicates she knew the attacker. By destroying her ID, they're hoping to delay you making a connection between the victim and the unsub. It gives him time to get away," you explain.

"Do you think the other girl's still alive?"

"Until we find her body, we should assume she is," Rossi answers.

"One thing's for sure--this is only the dump site. We need to figure out where she was killed, and which girl we're looking for."

You look up and see Jack standing on a cliff that is farther from where Katie's parents are, trying to get some kind of clue as to what is going on.

What could you be hiding, Jack Vaughn?

You turn back to the group and see Derek on the phone. He got news of there being a voicemail that was left on a cell phone that was left behind by one of the girls. You can only assume that he's on the phone with Penelope.

"Garcia. I got a cell phone number for you. 619-555-0199. Access the last message left. I need you to put it through a filter."

She won't be able to give you an answer right now, so in the meantime, you need to get the body out of here without the parent's seeing. The officers will take care of removing the body and clearing out the crime scene while your team will work on getting the parents back home so they can rest. It probably won't happen, but they need to rest before they can come back tomorrow. It's late, and you'll have an answer for them tomorrow, you know it.

You head to the station once you know the parents will head home to tackle the case from there. It took the rest of the night, but Penelope video chatted you once she got the audio from that voicemail. It's almost dawn when you hear from her, so you know the parents are eager for an answer by now.

"Please, no, please. Please stop it! Stop it! Oh, please, god, stop!" one of the girls pleaded for their lives.

"Don't fight them. Don't! Don't show them you're scared," the other one cries.

"Daddy, help me, please!"

"It lasts exactly fifty-three seconds, and then it goes dead. I think she was strangled," Penelope says after the voicemail ended.

"What do you want to do?" Derek asks Rossi.

"Do? There's nothing else to do. The parents can ID the voice."

"Are you serious?" Emily gasps.

"No, no, sir, they can never hear this," Penelope shakes her head.

"It'll be the fastest way to figure out who we're looking for."

"There's gotta be another way."

"I really hate to admit this, but Rossi is right," you side with him. "It'll suck, and it'll hurt them more than they already are, but it's the only fastest way. It's the only way to find the other one still alive."

"Call the parents."

Both parents were waiting on a call to come to the police station, so they were all there as quickly as they could get there. Hotch took the time to explain what is going on and how gathering DNA evidence could take some time that you don't have.

"My feeling is by the time we get the DNA results back, it would be too late to save whoever they still have. It's up to you."

"This message, what did it record?" Jack asks.

"It's the last moments of one of your daughters' lives."

"Oh, my God," Lori cries.

"If you choose to wait, you can make a public appeal to the media," JJ offers.

"Either way, we're still looking for one of your daughters."

"Live appeal? I don't think that's a good idea, Jack," Pat says. "We know they're set up to see the reaction of the parent to check for signs of guilt."

"Is that true?" Lori asks.

"In some cases."

"I'm sorry, Bruce, I can't do this. I'm... sorry."

Lori leaves the room since she can't bear to hear what is about to happen. The others want to stay and listen, so Hotch gives Penelope the okay to play the message. The message plays, and you watch the parents to see if you can determine whose daughter is on the message. You get tears from hearing it again as the young girl cries for her dad to come help her.

Bruce's whole demeanor changes when he recognizes it as his daughter's voice. His whole energy plummets to the ground as his heart breaks. Jack is calm and collected, but you know he is relieved that it's not Lindsey.

"Play it again," Bruce stutters with tears in his eyes.

"Mr. Owen..."

"That's not Katie," he cuts Hotch off. "I know her voice. That's not her. That's not Katie."

"Bruce," Lori says from behind him.

"I am so sorry, Mrs. Owen," you say with tears in your eyes.

"No. No, Lori, it's okay. It's not her," Bruce says, going over to his wife.

"Bruce--"

"No, Jack, it's not Katie, right? You know--Jack, it's not Katie."

"It's Katie."

"No, it's not. Please..."

Both him and Lori break down crying at the thought of their little girl never coming home again. Detective Payton believes they've had enough, so he escorts them away. Pat takes away Jack to talk to him about what's going to happen next, and as soon as they're gone, Hotch returns to his stoic state.

"I want Lindsey's picture everywhere."

"What they did to Katie took a long time. It was very violent and we know Katie screamed. Yet no calls from complaining neighbors. Why?"

"There wasn't any," Payton says, returning.

"The abduction site is nine miles north of the dump site on the edge of town. Both are indicators of a comfort zone, so I'm assuming the kill site is somewhere between these two points."

"That's a wide area."

"Do a grid search. Narrow it down to wooded areas, industrial sites, and abandoned houses. He needed privacy and he needed a controlled environment. What's critical right now is a heavy police presence."

"Rossi, in the morning I want you, Reid, Y/N, and Morgan to go in and search Jack Vaughn's house. Prentiss, you and I will go to where the girls were last seen."

You didn't sleep well that night because you couldn't help but think of what Lori and Bruce were going through. You were never present in Hannah's life, but if you came across her dead body, you know you'd never be able to sleep without seeing her face or hearing her last words.

You're tired when you arrive at Jack's house, but you won't let it affect the work you do here. When Jack opens the door to let you in, he's more closed off than yesterday. What has he done in his life that caused him to be this way? He won't give anything away, but you're sure as hell going to try. If he won't give anything away, then his daughter might. You head to her bedroom to see if she might give something away.

"What happened to Lindsey's mother?"

"Does it matter?" Pat asks defensively.

"It does to Lindsey." You point out the pictures of her and her mother scattered around her room. "It's called victimology. It helps us understand more about her."

"How?" Jack asks.

"It's all in the way she carries herself. How she interacts socially with others."

"She's just like any other fifteen-year-old," Jack shrugs.

"No, she's not. Everything in our house is an externalization of ourselves. This room isn't what you'd expect of a teenage girl. There's no J.T. posters, no framed pictures, no journals, and no cuddly toys. The walls are a mute tone. All this suggests that Lindsey keeps herself hidden. She's shy and shares very little with others," you explain.

"Except for one person--Katie," Rossi finishes for you.

"All that from this room, huh?"

"Is she wrong?"

Your phone rings, and when you see it's Penelope, you excuse yourself. You leave her room and pace the hallway while you answer it.

"Hey, Pen."

"I ran a check on the folks involved in the search. All good. Nice neighborhood and no sexual offenders. Here's the big news. I found a blog Katie ran on faceplace.tv. She talks a lot about Lindsey, and, boy, she did not like Lindsey's dad. Lindsey and Jack moved to Chula Vista six years ago. Up until nine, according to Katie, Lindsey lived in Maine. Jack owned a fishing boat with his three brothers, and their mom stayed at home. Then, tragedy struck. Fish stock went down, dad was forced to sell his boat, the family fell apart, and mom died in a car accident."

"It sounds familiar," you mutter.

"It should. It's the exact life story of a girl named Lindsey in a book called The Emerald Sea of Dreams. I've read it like five times. If Lindsey stole her name and her story from a book, why didn't her father say anything about it?"

You look around the hallway and notice a computer at the end by the stairs. You might be able to see what they were up to based on their browser history. You look behind you to make sure no one is coming before hopping onto the computer. You look through it, but something isn't right here. You try to look for his browser history, but everything has been wiped. Upon further examination, you know why.

"His computer is set to automatically clear the web browser history and wipe the temp file on a daily basis."

"Give me his IP address."

"374.54.12.3."

"Nothing. He must be using a gray box proxy server. It makes tracking his internet history impossible."

"Can I help you?"

You physically jump at the sound of Jack's voice from behind you. You quickly hang up on Penelope without telling her anything. You can explain what happened after, but right now, you have to keep your emotions in check. If you're being honest, you're kind of scared of Jack because of what happened with Frank.

"I was just checking to see if Lindsey had contacted anyone on the internet. Predators tend to--tend to do that."

"Is that right?"

"Yes." You get up and step away from the computer, your heart racing. "Statistically, 43% of predators--"

"Lindsey doesn't like computers."

"Cool. Excuse me," you whisper.

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[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

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✖ Quiet Down Pt. 8 (M) ✖

☆ okay, hi everyone! this story is a renjun x fem reader x haechan story. please look at the pairings to figure out who the part/chapter will be based around. also, the warnings will be based off each part/chapter as well, so please take notice to that too. i hope you enjoy the story! ☆

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 Word Count: approx. 9.2k Pairings (based on each part): fem reader x haechan x renjun feat. charlotte and sasha Warnings (based on each part): explicit language Preview: “Get out!” You shout standing your ground. “What?!” “Get out of my room!” “This is as much my room as it is yours since I helped you win it when you were oh, I forgot…fucking around with Haechan!” Long gone is the filter you were trying to keep over your mouth. Long gone is the woman who knows how to treat the people she loves. In her place is a spiteful woman who is set on making sure the person insulting her knows exactly what it feels like if not more!

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Needless to say, Charlotte’s knowing smirk as she helps you with your hair tells you everything you need to know. When Haechan, Renjun, and yourself disappeared after the others left the elevator, she knew exactly what she was going to find when she came back up to your room to collect her belongings. Twisted up like a pretzel, the three of you slept soundly with the bed sheet barely covering your torsos. Not knowing that Charlotte and Sasha had entered the room, or we even coming upstairs – you were left to your dreams when Sasha’s yelp of surprise woke Renjun who freaked out making Haechan and yourself sit up in surprise.

Moments passed between the five of you. Renjun apologizing profusely, but the smirk on Haechan’s face made it clear as day he was proud of what had happened. He finally got to be with you in the most intimate way possible. A dream he’s had since his feelings for you developed all those years ago. According to Sasha the three of you had been sleeping for about two hours thanks to Charlotte who suggested to everyone else that it’d be best to let the three of you have some alone time. However, it would’ve been nice of her to at least sent a text saying to make yourselves decent that they were on their way up.

Not only was it embarrassing to be caught in bed with two men by Sasha and Charlotte, but Sasha’s yelp alarmed Jaemin and Jeno who were waiting out in the sitting room – only for them to charge into the bedroom to discover you in Renjun’s arms, the sheet covering your entire body — along with Haechan and Renjun’s lower halves. They were speechless while their eyes went from one person to the next taking in the scene before them. Their stares as if you were a new species has you wondering if at some point you will need to explain what had happened.

“Was it good?” Charlotte teases.

“Really? You’re asking me that?” You snap.

The whole ordeal was embarrassing. Not wanting anyone to know exactly what happened with your tryst with Haechan and Renjun you ended up getting caught after getting yourself fucked to sleep! Exhaustion taking over you the moment you were able to relax. Renjun and Haechan following shortly after. Lord only knows what Sasha thinks, let alone Jaemin and Jeno.

Sliding your shirt over your head you give yourself a once over before turning to leave the bathroom. Sasha and Charlotte agreed to help you clean yourself up per Renjun’s request. Your hands still raw from the ropes on the first day. Having your two besties help you was a hell of a lot less embarrassing than it was with the guys, but still embarrassing since Charlotte snickered at every bruise, hickey, and signs of what happened between the three of you. Now, nice and fresh in a pair of denim capris and a plain white tee you can get some food in you.

When you turn to leave the room, in the doorway standing silent, is Sasha. Twiddling her fingers nervously, a habit she displays when there is something weighing on her mind. Knowing exactly what it is that has her so anxious you approach her carefully.

“Sasha, I’m sorry. You told me to be careful and I went and —"

Holding up her hand she stops you. “What I said was about my experience. It doesn’t equal or compare to what you are going through.”

“Still, you told me how hurt you were. Yet,” you sigh. “I just…I think I’m falling in love with them, Sasha. I’ve never felt so magnetically attracted to two people before. If they were one person —" you shake your head. “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

Snorting Sasha wraps a reassuring arm around your waist, “in more ways than one…”

Laughing Charlotte walks into the room a lightness in her steps. “Can’t believe you were up here fucking Renjun AND Haechan,” she cackles. “I mean when we turned around looking for you guys and you weren’t there, I had my suspicions, but to find the three of you snuggled up to each other,” she wipes the tears from her eyes. “That was too good. Almost didn’t want to ruin the moment. By the way,” she holds up her phone. “Totally took a picture for you!” She winks. “Should I send it to you so you can reminisce on this moment in your golden years?”

“What the hell, Charlotte! You took a picture!”

Snatching her phone, you quickly send the picture to yourself, delete the photo permanently then delete the message – making sure there is no way in hell that she can have a copy. Shoving her phone back to her, you stomp your way into the bedroom seeing the bed has since been made. Looking around you expect to find Haechan, Renjun, and the others, but the suite is silent.

“Oh, the guys are gone. Jeno and Jaemin headed out into town to pick up some snacks for our slumber party,” Charlotte brushes past you giving your ass a little smack. “Haechan and Renjun went down to get something to eat and said they’ll bring you up something.” Grabbing your hands gently she starts jumping up and down. “Now come on, DETAILS!” She squeals.

“Charlotte!” Sasha groans. “This is a serious matter.”

Scoffing Charlotte grabs your forearm tugging you into the small living space. Sitting you down on the couch she takes a seat next to you twitching with excitement. Her office crush sleeping with her best friend. Her mind is probably doing a hell of a better job at creating the version of what happened better than the actual version.

“I never thought you had it in you girl! Not one man but two! How were they? Who was better? What is Haechan like in bed? Is he just as insatiable as he looks?” She groans shaking you. “TALK TO ME WOMAN!!!”

“Charlotte!” Sasha shouts. “This is serious! We need to talk about what just happened.”

“Why? She fucked two guys? So what? Not like we haven’t had a threesome before in our pasts. What’s the big deal?”

“She likes them!” Sasha yells.

“Of course she does,” Charlotte looks at the two of you blankly. “Your point? Who wouldn’t like them? Haechan is the wild card and Renjun is Mr. Perfect. Now that you’ve gotten to know them a little and fucked them both, who do you like more? What’s the verdict?”

“For goodness sake’s,” Sasha leans back rubbing her head. “She likes them equally, Charlotte. There is not one person over the other. Equal!”

Charlotte holds your hands in hers, brows knitted together. “Wait…what is she talking about? You can’t possibly be in love with both of them, right?”

“Love,” you sigh. “Love is a strong word, Charlotte…”

Though you already know it to be the word that describes how you’re feeling. How Renjun looked into your eyes after the two of you made love and what Haechan was trying to express while confessing that he hated your past relationships, was love. But you couldn’t possibly tell Charlotte. She wouldn’t understand how you were feeling. Her rant yesterday about people being in a relationship with more than one person the main piece of evidence that she would not support or tolerate your relationship at all — if by a miracle it be that you do get to have your cake and eat it too.

“But you have fallen in love with them. I can see it in your eyes,” she shakes her head. “You can’t be serious. What happened to Renjun? I thought you liked him! I thought he was everything and then some?!”

“I like him a lot! I don’t want to use the L-word because the last time I used that word I ended up getting dumped!” Tears start to come to your eyes. “I like them both Charlotte! Like so much it’s tearing me apart because tomorrow is our last day. Someone could possibly get hurt and if I end up hurting either of them it will kill me! I don’t want to hurt anyone! I know what that’s like far too much, but I can’t see myself picking one over the other. I can’t! I’ll always want the other one too.”

Standing up Charlotte moves away from you. “What are you saying? You want to keep both of them for yourself?! What the hell is wrong with you? What kind of relationship would that be like? What would our co-workers think? Our boss! Your parents! Their parents! Are you still on cloud nine because you had a good fuck from the drought you were in?!”

“A drought?!”

You stand as we’ll rage coursing through your veins. How could she possibly say that? You are best friends! She knew how much Marcus meant to you and how hurt you were. Thinking he was your one and only, only to have the rug ripped out from underneath you. How many tears you cried in front of her and in the privacy of your own room. Your roommate getting so worried she called Charlotte and Sasha begging them to get you out of the house before you made yourself sick.

He was supposed to be the one. Hell! Richard was supposed to be for you too, but no! She showed up looking fine as hell and that was that. He didn’t even try to hide the fact he was attracted to her. Not being interested in him whatsoever you didn’t care. Rarely have you brought up the fact that she in essence ‘stole’ Richard from you — because she is your friend! A friend you thought would never speak to you like this!

A good fuck is a good fuck but to think she has the idea of you being wrapped around their dicks because you weren’t out fucking every guy left and right is beyond absurd!

“Yes! A drought! You’ve been without a man for so damn long that the first two men that show you any type of attention you get wrapped up in your feelings,” she looks at you in disgust. “You had a nice fuck. Now it’s time to get your head out of your ass and think straight! You can’t have them both! That isn’t how life works! You are in a relationship with one person and one person only! That’s it! So, grow the hell up and choose!”

“Get out!” You shout standing your ground.

“What?!”

“Get out of my room!”

“This is as much my room as it is yours since I helped you win it when you were oh, I forgot…fucking around with Haechan!”

Long gone is the filter you were trying to keep over your mouth. Long gone is the woman who knows how to treat the people she loves. In her place is a spiteful woman who is set on making sure the person insulting her knows exactly what it feels like if not more!

“Admit it,” you smirk arms crossing over your chest. “You’re jealous because you can’t fuck Haechan yourself! Ever since you’ve been at the company you’ve harbored feelings for him. Why didn’t you go up to him and ask him out? Charlotte the one in our little trio who acts like she’s some confident badass but she couldn’t even ask the company’s flirt out on a date. Just drooling over a man that you could have had but didn’t have the guts to go after. But since I’ve gone and had him you want all the details despite being a married woman. What, Richard not satisfying you enough? Do you need to fantasize about another man so early on?”

“You bitch!” Charlotte raises her hand to slap you but Sasha steps in grabbing her hand.

“You’ve been pushing me this whole time to try things out! To see what happens! Because you want me to tell you all the sorted details so you can live vicariously through me! You did this Charlotte! You caused all of this! If it wasn’t for you, I would have just spent my weekend happily exploring the lake with Renjun, hanging out with you guys and just relaxing. You’re the one who pushed me to do things!”

Charlotte throws her head back a maniacal laughter emitting from her. “Are you insane? I did this?! How the fuck did I do this?! You’re the one who gave Haechan a hand job on the bus! You’re the one who made out with Renjun. You’re the one who fooled around in the bathroom of this damn hotel with Haechan and Renjun. You’re the one who fooled around with them in the bathroom in the next room and you’re the one who FUCKED BOTH OF THEM! How the fuck did I have anything to do with any of this?!

“Don’t blame me for choices you made on your own! I did not force your hand at all. I did not tell you to fool around with Haechan. You did that all on your own. I told you to talk to Renjun not have your tongue down his throat and I certainly didn’t tell you to fool around in the bathroom while Renjun and I were worried sick and working our asses off to win the suite for you. But according to you, I did all of this. You need to get a reality check!

“You know what,” she waves her hands in the air turning from you and Sasha. “I’m done! When you get your heart broken again don’t come crying to me! I won’t be around to lend you a shoulder to cry on!”

“Charlotte, c’mon…” Sasha rushes over to the entrance of the hallway where Charlotte shoves what she can into her overnight bag. “We need to be here for her, okay? Stop this…”

“No! I’m not going to be here and watch my friend act like a dumbass!”

“She’s not being a dumbass! You’re not giving her a chance to explain herself. So just put your bag down and listen to her…”

“I’m not going to listen to my friend who thinks it’s okay to date two people. It’s gross and disgusting! Hell, hooking up with someone you just met not even a week prior is gross and disgusting now that I think about it!”

“Charlotte…”

Sasha exhales deeply her shoulders slumping forward defeated. There was no getting through to her. Whenever Charlotte would get this angry, all she saw was red. No one, not even Richard would be able to get her to see another side to the story as long as she was a raging bull.

Placing a hand on Charlotte’s shoulder Sasha bends down to her ear. “I’ll meet you down in your room shortly. I have something I need to talk to you about but until then, try to calm down, okay?”

Turning on her heels Charlotte heads for the door ripping it open. “Whatever.” She sneers before disappearing.  

The moment Charlotte disappears from your sight everything that just occurred between the two of you comes rushing back. How could you have said that about her? She was in love with Richard. Yes, she has a crush on Haechan but she had a crush on him even before Richard came about. It was his own damn fault that his promiscuity made her not want to take a chance with him. Bouncing from woman to woman trying to charm them didn’t exactly make Haechan the ideal choice at the office.  

But the things she said about you…she overstepped by leaps and bounds. It was not stupid to have fallen in love with more than one person. It was not stupid to see that Haechan and Renjun have amazing qualities about themselves that if they were one complete person, they would be your ideal type and the man that you would surrender yourself to. But they are two separate people.

Haechan, from the moment you first talked to him has always been a flirt. He’s always made you roll your eyes or lightly smile in some shape or form. When he would walk up to you like a human peacock, he was always sweet. Granted, now you know why you never got the full experience of Lee Haechan. He has been harboring feelings for you for a long time. Exactly how long, you still don’t know. But long enough to have resented the men that you let into your life. Perhaps the very reason for his mischievous behavior that ever woman in the office has seen, talked about, or witnessed at some point.

His feelings for you growing so much that he actually inserted himself into the friendship you would have mostly gotten from spending time with Renjun.

Desperate is the term you would use to describe him. A desperation for him to make his one and only plead for your heart. With Renjun as his friend he was taking a huge leap of faith. Renjun and Haechan are just as close if not closer than you and Sasha and Charlotte. From the moment Renjun started working at the company, Haechan has been there for him. He’s helped him get accustomed to how things are run — even personally taking him around the office introducing him to people, however, staying clear of yourself, Charlotte, and Sasha, for obvious reasons.

And Renjun, you are still unaware of a lot of things regarding him, but from the moment he walked up to you to when he just fucked you with so much love and passion — there is no denying that he has a kind heart. He’s gentle and thinks of others over himself. What he agreed to let Haechan do this morning most likely took a lot out of him. He probably wants to say he loves you but can’t because it’s far too early. Things could go wrong and having uttered those three words, ‘I love you,’ would make the breakup far worse than if one kept those three words to themselves.

So, for him to even agree to allow Haechan a chance to have his way with you just shows how genuinely kind he is and how strong their bond is.

And you’re supposed to choose between these two men? How?

Tears pour down your face. Exhaustion kicking in. Fatigue from thinking about your relationship with Renjun and Haechan. Fatigue over your fight with Charlotte. Fatigue from the unexpected ‘breakfast’ you received and fatigue from literally not having an ounce of food since you woke up.

The only thing you want to do is crawl back into bed, cry yourself back to sleep and hope that this is just some terrible dream and you never said those things to Charlotte and she never said those things to you.

“Hun…” Sasha gasps rushing to you her arms wrapping around you tightly in a warm embrace. “Look, you know Charlotte,” she tries to calm you. “She’s a hot head. She’ll scream, rage for a little, punch a pillow then realize how stupid she was and apologize.”

Shaking your head, you cling to Sasha for dear life. “No, she won’t. Not after what I said to her. What I said was horrible, Sasha. How could I say those things?”

“Because you were mad, silly. Everyone says shitty things when they’re upset. The only thing that is important is that you realized that what you said was hurtful. Now all you need to do is give her some time to cool off and the two of you can hug it out and get over this little bump in the road.”

“What if she doesn’t f-forgive me? What will I do?”

Silence stretches for what feels like hours between the two of you. In her heart of hearts Sasha knows that the two of you will be friends again, but even she can’t deny the repulsive things the two of you said to each other could be the final straw to break up the trio. Over the years all three of you have had spats but this was a fight. A vicious angry hateful fight. Wrapping her arms around you even tighter she strokes your hair soothingly.

“She’ll forgive you. I know she will…”

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The air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Since leaving the suite where you were getting ready for a bath – Sasha and Charlotte taking care of you, the energy between Renjun and Haechan has been buzzing with unfamiliarity and uncertainty. On the way down to Haechan’s room where they decided they would shower and change into some fresh clothes silence settled between them. Jeno and Jaemin trying to talk about everything in the world other than what happened up in the luxury suite.  

Not even Jeno and Jaemin could have predicted that the three of you would have wound up in bed together. Sure, having their way with you individually but never ‘together.’

Now that there is no one around to keep the silence at bay, it feels even heavier between the two of them. What in the world happened this morning? Sure, they planned to have had a little fun with you. That’s what the plan was after heading back to Jeno and Jaemin’s room when the small hike was called off. The pictures you sent them stirring something inside both Renjun and Haechan. Something they had felt the whole time they were with you, neither able to put those feelings into action. Well, aside from Haechan, but even then, something or someone got in the way.

The plan was to make you beg for forgiveness and possibly if you were into it, fooling around. Renjun, taking things into his own hands just a few hours ago shocked not only you but Haechan. Never seeing his friend look so desperate in his life made his gut wrench. Renjun had strong feelings for you. Feelings that you seem to reciprocate and the kiss you two shared in the elevator tore his heart in two. Would he be able to handle seeing you happy with his best friend?

On the other side of the elevator, back pressed against the wall, Renjun goes over the events of this morning. This trip he had thought long and hard for those couple of days before you would leave to come to lake ruined by the events that happened. Wanting to talk to you badly he thought of everything you could do. Going on a hike, swimming or fishing at the lake – all to get to know each other better. Since he arrived at the company you’ve been the only person, he’s felt any feelings for. The other women were nice and always treated him respectfully, especially after Haechan’s marvelous introductions – but when he asked about you, Haechan just said he doesn’t talk to you much so he doesn’t know you at all.

The mysterious woman that not even Lee Haechan knew, or so he thought. Scoffing internally everything made sense. Why Haechan didn’t introduce the two of you, why he challenged him to talk to you – he was secretly in love with you from afar. The bet Haechan gave him was because he didn’t think he had the nerve to speak to you. You drawing his name was by pure luck, or perhaps the world putting the two of you together. Saying that this was destined to happen. Or, to cause a rift between Haechan and himself.

Being able to experience the most vulnerable state two people can have together, with you – it was a dream come true to Renjun. How many times he’s thought about talking to you, what it would be like to spend time with you, get to know you; even date you – but there he was, inside you while you cried out for him. It felt surreal.

When Haechan took his turn with you, how you crumbled underneath him, he could never. He was different than Haechan.

 The way he man handled you. Talked dirty to you…Renjun knew it would take a long time before he was remotely close to doing anything like that — even so, not without your permission. Glancing up he finds Haechan holding onto the small bag of food they picked up for you while he holds the bag of drinks. You seemed to have enjoyed your time with Haechan a lot, was he the better choice?

“Y-You, uh, think she’ll like this?” Haechan speaks up breaking the silence.

Looking into the bag of drinks, a can of coffee, lemon tea, orange juice, Coca Cola, and water he nods. “I mean we picked out a good variety. I’m sure she’ll like something.”

“Mmm…even after all these years working with her, I felt lost trying to think of what to bring up.” He scratches the back of his neck.

“Considering this trip is the most you’ve talked to her, how were you supposed to know?” Renjun asks.

Shrugging Haechan lets out a deep sigh. “Are you mad at me?”

“What? Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know. Ever since we left the room with Jeno and Jaemin you’ve been eerily quiet.”

“We were caught in bed naked, with the same girl! How would you expect for me to act?!”

Laughing Haechan smiles, “elated!”

“You’re a fucking moron sometimes,” Renjun cracks a smile.

“I’m being serious. You can’t tell me that you never fantasized about what it would be like with her. C’mon tell me, was it better in your head or in real life?” He wiggles his brows.

“Well in my fantasy you weren’t part of the equation.” Renjun smirks.

Waving off the small joke, Haechan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah so what was better fantasy or reality?”

“Of course reality!” Renjun’s face starts to redden. “It was better than I could have ever imagined. Hearing her moaning. Seeing her…” his voice trails off embarrassment sweeping in. “Like that,” he clears his throat. “Was amazing.”

“She looked so beautiful,” Haechan smiles softly. “Body glistening in sweat, eyes clouded over from the good fucking we were both giving her. Wish I could see her like that 24/7.”

“I think she and yourself would die if you had sex 24/7. But yeah, I know what you mean.”

“It wasn’t as weird as I thought it would be. I mean when we were talking about it everything was in theory. Then you went all Tarzan on her.”

Renjun’s hands go up to cover his face. “I don’t know what in the hell came over me. I just saw her and the only thing I wanted to do was —"

“Fuck her.”

“Honestly, yes. I don’t know if it’s because of what we talked about or the fact that she looked cute with her oversized shirt and shorts and not seeing her yesterday was just as excruciating for me as it was for you but I couldn’t control myself. That’s never happened before.”

“And how was it?”

“Felt amazing…”

Smirking Haechan walks across the elevator to stand next to his friend. “You should try that more often it won’t come as a shocker and you’ll have more control over yourself and you can really make someone come undone before you even slide in to home plate.” He nudges Renjun’s shoulder. “You get it?” He winks playfully.

“Ha ha ha very funny.”

“Seriously though, what the fuck are we going to do when the weekend ends? I mean, it’s not like we can both have her.”

“I don’t know…everything just happened so fast. We barely got a chance to really know her. We just went straight to sex.”

“What if she picks one of us, what is that going to do to our friendship? Would you still want to be friends if she picks me?”

Renjun looks up shocked. Yes. This is what he was afraid of. That somehow despite everything that’s happened. Despite the kindness he’s shown you, you would choose Haechan over him. The moment he saw the two of you sitting together on the bus his heart sank to his stomach. The idea that his friend and the woman he has been crushing on since he came to the company dating! It left a sour taste in his mouth. Could he still manage to be friends with Haechan after putting his heart out to you on a silver platter — only to lose out at the end.

It might sound selfish to say he would not want to be friends after that but could anyone blame him? The prospect of seeing the person you like with someone else — laughing, smiling, kissing, and hugging. That’s pure torture to sit next to them or beside them and appear happy — when your heart is being stepped on again and again.

But to end his friendship with Haechan is something he doesn’t want to do. Haechan’s been his best friend from the moment he walked into the building. Literally striking up a conversation with him on the elevator the first day he arrived. To think that over a woman he would lose someone he considers a brother is unfathomable but here he is — thinking exactly that.

“Would you still want to be friends with me if she chose me over you?” Renjun asks Haechan.

“I’d resent you for a long time.”

Shocking on his saliva Renjun stares at his friend wide-eyed. Not thinking Haechan would be that blunt but then again it is Haechan. He’s never been one for subtlety.

“I may not want to talk to you or hang around you for a while. It might seem childish but a man has his pride, y’know? I’d feel like a third wheel the whole time. Plus, I’ve already lived through the pain of seeing her with other men. If I saw her with you —" he sighs deeply. “I’m sorry but it would hurt too much. It wouldn’t be forever, at least I hope not. Just until I got over her and found someone else.”

“I get it,” Renjun looks down to the floor of the elevator. “I feel the same way.”

“We should have hung out more on this trip,” Haechan jokes. “Because at the end of this it may be a long time before we actually hang out with each other.”

“Y-Yeah…”

The elevator doors open up on the top floor. Both Haechan and Renjun step forward to leave, but what they find has them halting immediately. Charlotte with tears pouring down her cheeks. Nose and eyes red from crying. Her bag barely missing the ground as it sways back and forth in her hand from her wailing. The moment her eyes meet Renjun and Haechan she bursts out into more tears — her bag falling to the floor at her side.

“Ch-Charlotte?!” Renjun rushes forward. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“It’s all your fault!” She glares at Haechan who’s frozen in the elevator. “You’re the one who caused all of this!”

“M-Me?!” He gulps. “What did I do?”

Stepping away from Charlotte and Renjun, Haechan holds up his hands as if to say don’t shoot. The doors start to close and with cat-like reflexes Charlotte trudges forward, grabbing her bag and pushing Haechan farther into the elevator. Trapping him inside. Pressing the button she seals his fate, but with a moments notice he tosses the bag of food he bought for you to Renjun.

“I’ll be up in a second,” he shouts just as the doors close.

✖-----------------------✖

Now inside the elevator with a tear-stained Charlotte, Haechan grows antsy. What did she mean that things were all his fault? He was away from you and the girls while he took a shower, changed, and got you some food. When he left the suite Charlotte was smirking like it was her job. Giving him looks up and down that read ‘can’t believe you did that, you dawg.’ In a sort of sweet way. Now she’s a raging lunatic who is keeping him hostage!

Crossing her arms tightly around her — a self-hug of reassurance or calming — nose and eyes red as a tomato, she keeps her death glare on him. Making the hairs on Haechan’s body stand on end. She was way beyond pissed, but what he did he doesn’t know. Everything was fine, or so he thought.

“Charlotte,” Haechan whispers holding out his hand in a non-threatening manner.

The moment he calls her name the tears stop. Her body goes from cowering to defense mode in a matter of seconds. Dropping her bag to the elevator floor she charges forward stopping the elevator completely. With the wag of her finger, she lets out everything.

“You stupid son of a bitch! What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you an idiot?! Why the fuck would you go and put yourself in your best friend’s relationship?! Huh?! Who the hell do you think you are? Do you want my best friend to end up alone? Are you even capable of maintaining any kind of relationship other than your bromance with Renjun? I mean what were you thinking? When we talked, you said you sort of liked her, not full blown I’m in love with her! Now she has this cockamamie idea that she can be with you both! Like what the fuck is wrong with her?

“That’s so disgusting! Honestly what the three of you did was a little out there but hey, I’m not going to judge someone’s sexual escapades because I’ve had a few of my own. I’m no saint, but the two of you barely know her. A blow job here, a hand job there okay, but SEX?! And not just you but Renjun as well! How the hell did that even happen?!

“Whose bright idea was that? Bet it was yours wasn’t it! Do you hate Renjun? How long have you known that he’s had feelings for her? Are you jealous or something? Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you Lee Haechan?!”

Haechan doesn’t say a word. The explosion of questions and insults hurled his way making his brain shut down. Why was she so angry at him? When he got miffed during the games, she encouraged him to make a choice — was he serious about you or not? Now that he has made a clear choice, she’s angry?

The idea of both Renjun and him having their way with you was a joint decision. On the way back down to the hotel after Renjun’s sulking about wanting to go hiking — you sending them the sexy pictures — Renjun himself said that something needed to be done. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he meant. Hell, just from looking at you topless Haechan was already growing hard, if his best friend liked you half as much as him, he knew he was affected by the picture too.

So, on the way back, Renjun stated loud and clear he did not want Haechan to fuck you before he got a chance. Why he was adamant about this, to this very second Haechan has no clue — but the prospect of still being able to fuck you even if it meant sloppy seconds — a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. Proposing the overall idea, yes, was Haechan — Renjun would never have the nerve to speak what he truly wanted out loud so he did it for him.

But why is he alone getting the blame? Should Charlotte not give this speech to Renjun as well? What makes him the devil and Renjun the saint? He did insert himself into your life the first day when he sat next to you on the bus, but sex was the farthest thing on his mind that day.

All he wanted to do was talk to you. See where your mind was at in regards to a relationship because he put his foot in his mouth and kicked himself in the ass when he bet Renjun to talk to you. There was always this subtle sweet nature that Renjun has that makes most people like him — something Haechan had to fight for by being the ‘class clown.’

In no shape or form was he expecting you to flirt with him and well, do everything that was done. Even thinking back to the bus, he starts growing warm from the words you spoke to him. Wanting desperately to have you speak to him the way he spoke to you hours ago. Biting his bottom lip, a smirk comes to his face at the thought.

“Are you even listening to me?!”

“Wh-What?”

“I said are you even listening to what I’m saying? Are you going to take responsibility for what you’ve done?!”

“For what I’ve done? This is a two-way street! Well, more like a fork in the road — I didn’t make her do anything. I never forced her. If she wasn’t into it, I would have said ‘okay, that’s fine,’ and call it a day.”

“You’re such a whore, Haechan! You bounce from one girl to the next like they’re nothing. Now you have your eyes set on MY friend! You aren’t even serious about her! You like her, you’re jealous of Renjun but do you love her?! How long would it even last before you get bored of her and move onto the next person? Hmm?!”

“A whore? Who the fuck are you calling a whore?!” He steps forward making Charlotte back away from him until her back hits the wall of the elevator. “First and foremost, I am not a whore. I flirt, yes! I like attention, yes! Especially, if it’s from beautiful women. I do not sleep with people for the hell of it. I’m not some asshole who only thinks about getting his dick wet.

“Oh, and one more thing, I have been in love with your friend for a hell of a lot longer than Renjun has been working for this company! I get it. He’s nice, kind, charming, and sweet. He’s a true gentleman but there’s a side of him that you don’t know. He’s whiny and sulky and he gets pissed off by the tiniest things — even stopped talking to the guys and I for a couple of days because we teased him about something. It wasn’t even anything big but he got pissed and stopped talking. He also has a tendency to look at people as if they are complete imbeciles. Granted half the time the person probably deserved the look, but still!  

“So please before you even think about judging me at least get to know Renjun COMPLETELY! Because he’s not perfect! I’m a dick for interfering yes, but I wasn’t honestly going to do anything on the bus with her except talk. That’s all I wanted. All I’ve ever wanted was to talk to her to make her see that I’m a decent guy and that I love her!”

Charlotte stares up at Haechan her body trembling tears silently pouring down her face. She couldn’t believe what he just said. He loved you? He can’t love someone he doesn’t know. That’s not how love works.

“You don’t love her,” she pushes him away from her. “You think you love her but you don’t.”

“Are you in the business of telling people what to say, think, and feel? Do you know what is going on inside my heart and mind?”

“Both of you are cut from the same fucking cloth,” she reaches over starting the elevator again. “You’re both going to end up alone.”

“Maybe we will but you can’t tell people what they want and how to live their life, Charlotte! Don’t you want her to be happy? What if it isn’t Renjun that will make her the happiest but me?”

Scoffing she rolls her eyes. “What, you’re going to fuck her every day of her life?”

“No. I want to go on dates with her. To have fun with her — no sexual undertones at all, I want to see her laugh and smile and know that it was because of me. To hold her and kiss her. To create memories with her. Then, if she wants to, I’ll fuck her into her next life.”

Snorting Charlotte wipes her tears away. “And what of your friendship with Renjun?”

Shrugging Haechan moves off to the side. “We won’t be friends for a while I guess.”

“Even if you both date her you won’t be friends?”

“Wait, what the —”

✖-----------------------✖

“I’ll talk to Charlotte when I get down to her room. I’m sure once she understands what’s going on she’ll cool off,” Sasha rubs over your back.

Sniffling you shake your head. Nothing is going to work. Charlotte never backs down from something she believes in. She’s stubborn as a mule once she’s set on an idea or belief until it is proven wrong — even then she still believes she right. You thinking about being with both Haechan and Renjun is a ridiculous idea. Through and through. Someone trying to balance not one person but two people in a single relationship sounds crazy. But that’s how you feel deep down inside. In your heart you know you can’t choose one man. That you’d rather be alone than be without Renjun or Haechan.

“She won’t listen,” you sniff pulling away from Sasha. “You know how she is.”

“Yes, I do, but if I tell her my experience —"

“No!! You can’t!” You blurt out scared for Sasha. This is something that she wanted to keep from you as well. A private matter that can change a person’s perspective on someone. If she was worried how you would take it — no doubt she is terrified to tell Charlotte.

“I WILL tell her,” she holds your hands in hers. “She needs to hear from someone who’s been through it. I’m not saying she will give you her blessings. She’ll probably call me an idiot for going through it in the first place but at least she’ll have some form of awareness as to what the relationship is and was like.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“You’re my best friend, both of you are my best friends and I don’t want to see you guys at odds. So, yes. I’m willing to tell her.”

Just then the door slams open hitting the wall with a loud bang. Making both you and Sasha jump up. Rushing into the living room Renjun’s eyes are wide with concern, breathing heavily he heads straight to you. Skidding to a stop on his knees he holds your hands in his worried sick.

“Are you okay? What happened? Charlotte was crying and she took Haechan hostage!”

“She took him hostage?!” Tears start springing to your eyes again. “Sa-Sasha~” your lips tremble.

“I’ll go see what’s going on and send you a text later, okay? Renjun take care of her.”

“I will.” He sits down next to you on the couch, his arms wrapping around you protectively.

Sasha grabs her things giving both you and Renjun one final wave before leaving to go to the lion’s den. The moment the door closes behind her Renjun shifts so he can see you properly.

“What the hell is going on? Why is Charlotte so mad at Haechan?”

“We had a fight.” You shrug.

“A fight? About what?”

“The two of you.”

“Is it because of what happened earlier today? Look I’m sorry. We shouldn’t have done that to you at all. It was sort of a joint idea but I was the one thinking about it mostly but then Haechan —"

Placing your index finger over Renjun’s lips you politely tell him to shut up. When he becomes silent you lower your hand sighing. “Renjun, have you ever been in love before?”

Sitting up straight his body becoming rigid he turns from you. “I, uhhh, well, no?” He peeks over at you. “I mean yes! Wait. Not really, but…yes?” He searches your face for an answer. “With you I feel —"

“Not involving me. In the past have you ever been in love?”

“No.” He says blankly. “Never.”

Nodding you inhale and exhale deeply trying to calm your erratically beating heart. “What would you do if you fell in love with more than one person?”

“First I’d like to know who those people are because I’ve barely liked anyone enough to think about the prospects of love,” he chuckles. “Y-You’re the first person I’ve truly felt strong feelings for,” he rubs his thumbs over your hands gingerly. “Why are you asking?”

“I just found out that a friend of mine liked someone a lot, they were in love with them. The person they were in love with loved them back but then ended up loving someone else too. Their love for my friend didn’t fade but they wanted to be open and honest and say that they loved someone else too.

“My friend went along with it because they truly were in love and everything seemed fine until the third party wanted to bring in a fourth party. That’s when my friend said they needed to leave and ended up losing not one but two people they truly loved.”

“That’s, umm, I’m not sure if I understand completely. They were in love with someone?” You nod. “Then the person they were in love with loved someone else?” Again, you nod. “But they still dated the person? Sounds like a weird way for a cheater to have their cake and eat it too,” he chuckles nervously.

“My friend said they were in a polyamorous relationship.”

“Poly what?”

“A relationship where you know from the beginning there is going to be more than one person involved.”

“Oh,” he shifts in his seat looking his body looking uncomfortable. “Wow… I’ve never heard of that. And your friend was happy?”

Nodding you smile gently. “They said they ended up liking the person their original lover brought in. Also, with not many clues, I’m sure the sex was amazing too.” You wink towards Renjun who laughs.

“Wait! Was it Charlotte?! Is that why she was crying?”

“Hell no! Charlotte says that type of relationship is stupid and anyone thinking about it is stupid. I got mad because she doesn’t know what my friend went through and was disrespecting them and she sort of brought up you and Haechan. Renjun,” tears start to fall onto your cheeks. “I said such terrible things to her. I don’t know how she’ll ever forgive me. I was just so angry. I didn’t see anything but red. What am I going to do? She’s my best friend.”

Wrapping you in a tight embrace Renjun rocks you back and forth in his arms. “Everything will be fine. The two of you are best friends like you said. You think Haechan and I haven’t fought? We fight every other day it seems,” he tries to make you laugh but all you do is cry harder. “Things will work out in the end. I know they will.”

Pulling away from him you cry harder. “No, it won’t. We were both horrible to each other. Sh-She hates me now. I know she does! She told me not to come crying to her when I end up with a broken heart. Why would she say that if she didn’t mean it?”

“Because she was angry,” he wipes away your tears. “You are a beautiful, smart, and wonderful person. Anyone would kill to be friends with you, but you know as well as I do that people say terrible things when they’re angry. That doesn’t mean the friendship is over. It just means you’re going to need to work hard to put it back together.”

“I miss her already…”

“Watch, by the time we leave the two of you will be thick as thieves again.”

The door is thrown open loudly scaring you for the second time today. Rushing into the room the same manner that Renjun came in, Haechan’s eyes are wild. Hair disheveled he ignores Renjun’s questions of how Charlotte is doing — kneels in front of you grabbing your hands from Renjun’s into his own.

“Tell me with your own words. Do you love both of us?”

Fear passes through you like an apparition in a haunted mansion. Charlotte was that pissed that she blabbed everything to Haechan?! How could she do this?! Why would she do this?! She knows how long it’s been for you to give anyone a chance. Love is something that is precious to you. A word that shouldn’t be used unless you 100% mean it. And yet…

“Tell me!” Haechan shouts startling you.

“What’s wrong with you?” Renjun slides his arm around your waist keeping you close to him. “Can’t you see she’s upset?”

“Yes. I’m not blind, Renjun.”

“Well then why the hell are you yelling at her and making her feel worse?”

“Because Charlotte just told me she loves us both and wants to be with both of us!” He shouts then turns to you. “Is that true? Do you love us both? Do you want to be with both of us?”

Renjun’s body grows stiff next to you. Your blood chilling by the look in his eyes. The love and admiration he was looking at you with just seconds ago is already fading off into the distance. Why did Charlotte have to tell Haechan? Why couldn’t you have broken the news to him and Renjun yourself? Does she hate you so much now that she would do this on purpose?

“I-Is this tr-true?” Renjun gulps.

“I, I…” your lips start trembling.

Your eyes go back and forth from Haechan to Renjun and back to Haechan. How are you supposed to tell two men you barely know that you love them? Yes, you do. Your gut knows you do. Your brain and heart know that you do as well, but verbally saying those three, well four words is not a step you want to take right now.

“I…”

Sighing Renjun stands up holding out his hand. “Why don’t you get some more rest. You’ve been through a lot this morning. We brought up something for you to eat and drink,” he grabs the bags. “Come on,” he smiles softly. “We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

Haechan stares up at him with furrowed brows. “I asked her a question.” He presses.

“And she’ll answer us later.” Renjun glares. “Now come on,” he takes your hand into his. “Go eat, get some sleep and we’ll talk about everything when you wake up.”

“A-Are you sure?” You ask as he leads you to the bedroom.

“We’re not going anywhere. We’ll be here to talk when you wake up. Now eat up.” He gives your bottom a light slap as you enter the bedroom. “If you need anything just call for one of us, okay?”

Nodding you say thank you and he closes the door. Outside in the living room Haechan is two seconds from blowing up. Stomping over to Renjun he’s stopped immediately.

“Outside,” he points to the balcony.

Rolling his eyes, Haechan walks along-side Renjun to the balcony that you’ve neglected since you got to the hotel. Keeping the door ajar in case you call for them, Haechan and Renjun take a seat on the two chairs that surround a small table big enough for someone to eat their breakfast on.

“Explain,” Renjun sighs. “What’s up with this love business?”

“Charlotte told me that she likes not only you but me as well. Granted, she said love but until I hear it from her, I’ll only believe that she likes us. Charlotte also called me a whore amongst other things,” he growls. “But then she tells me that she not only likes us but wants to be with both of us. Like in a relationship. She ranted for another five minutes while the elevator went down to her floor.”

“So, she likes us?” Renjun smiles quickly before it vanishes. “That’s why she asked me that question,” he rubs his temples. “How did I not see this coming?”

“What question?”

“She asked me if I’ve ever been in love before and what I would do if I loved more than one person.”

Slumping in his chair Haechan runs a hand through his locks peering down at the lake. “We fucked up this relationship with her. I should have told her how I felt a long time ago. I should have also controlled myself on the bus and thereafter. I’m also sorry for betting you to talk to her. It was childish and I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“I’m no better,” Renjun mocks Haechan’s pose. “I hated how it seemed like you were looking down on me. I know you weren’t really and you were just joshing me but I hate to admit it, because of you, this has been one hell of a weekend. This morning was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Agreed,” Haechan laughs.

Silence starts to settle in between them. The elevator discussion weighing heavily on their minds. What if at the end of this one of them will end up alone. To think about you with the other has both of their hearts sinking to the pit of their stomachs. Glancing over at Renjun whose eyes are staring straight at Haechan a question hanging in the air that both are too afraid to ask the other.

Gulping Haechan sits up straight. After hearing everything from Charlotte a small speck of hope started to blossom in his chest. This was it. His way in to being with you. Not the ideal way but still, at the end of the day he could call you his. He could be with you and do everything he’s always wanted to do and then some. But then there is Renjun. What if he doesn’t want that kind of relationship. What if he wants you all to himself? Would you turn away from him to be with Renjun instead?

Breaking the silence Renjun shifts in his seat. “What if she does want to be with both of us?” He asks the question that’s been hanging between them. “How would you feel about that?”

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PART 9

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me lámh le do lámh - Part I

Ahh I can’t believe it’s finally done! After a year of working on this beast, it’s finally ready for me to share. This is something I started way back last summer, and I decided to finish it as my project for this year’s @geraskierbigbang. It will be ten parts in total, and I will post one part per day until it is complete! There are several art pieces that were created by the wonderful @herostag​ and Miranda.draws for this story, which I will link when the appropriate section is posted. For a summary and further links, please see the masterpost.

Next | Ao3 | Masterpost

“Alright,” Geralt said. “Don’t laugh at me.”

Yennefer looked up at him with bright eyes, curious and already mirthful. She was sitting across from him in his quarters, reading through a tome she’d found in Kaer Morhen’s disheveled library. Geralt had just come from a bath after hours spent training Ciri in the yard, and the room was filled with the warm evening light, supplemented by the fire crackling in the hearth. Yennefer had insisted on carting dozens of tapestries and drapes to hang around the drafty keep, and the room was nearly stuffy with their bulk keeping the heat in.

Yennefer gave him an amused smirk. “I will make no such promises before I even know what you’re going to say.” The gentle teasing brought a fond smile to Geralt’s face. After the events of the mountain all those years ago, things had been understandably tense. Yennefer had been reluctant to join them when she had finally met up with Geralt after Sodden, but had eventually agreed to seek refuge in the witchers’ keep and teach Ciri to control her magic. Once she’d met the girl it had all been a wash; it was clear as soon as their eyes met across the room that Yennefer was as much a part of Ciri’s destiny as Geralt was.

Geralt had expected that to either mend the rift between them enough for things to go back to the way things were, or make things even more awkward. Instead, they found themselves in a sort of in-between. Over the years his affection for Yennefer had only grown, but he found himself looking to her more and more as a friend—maybe his best friend. After Jaskier, of course.

Speaking of. “I was thinking about Jaskier.”

Yennefer rolled her eyes obviously. “As you are so frequently wont to do. The thaw will come soon enough, dear, and you can run off in search of your bard.”

Geralt felt his ears grow warm. Witchers couldn’t blush, not truly, but he still felt the tingle of it as he fidgeted with embarrassment. “That’s not what I meant,” he said, absently tracing a finger against the grain of the wooden table. There were two goblets of wine sitting between them, but so far neither of them had begun to drink. “Do you know how many winters it’s been since I found Ciri?”

If she was confused by the odd turn in subject matter, Yennefer didn’t show it. Instead she looked thoughtful. “Two, perhaps three? You know I don’t follow the seasons with diligence.”

“Neither do I,” Geralt agreed. “I was thinking the same though, two or three years since the fall of Cintra. Which means Jaskier is…” He paused, trying to do the math. “He was a few years past forty, during the dragon hunt, I think. He must be closer to fifty now than not.”

Yennefer raised an eyebrow at him. “I recall mentioning something about his crows feet. What of it? Humans age. Are you only just discovering this?”

Geralt forced himself not to grumble. In a way, he was only discovering it. He’d known humans across the years, of course, and knew that many that he’d once been acquainted with were no longer alive or were in their twilight years. For decades Geralt had wandered through the world, changing no more than a ghost would, touching the lives of regular mortals for a brief instance, maybe a few times if they were particularly unlucky. No one had stayed by his side, dedicated themselves to a relationship with him, the way that the bard had. The amount of devotion that Jaskier showed to him had made Geralt antsy, in earlier years, and then confused and angry by turn. He had hated the idea of someone needing him, had hated needing someone in return. The way his chest felt heavy when he and Jaskier parted ways had left him furious with himself and the bard.

And then Ciri came into his life, and everything had changed so quickly.

With Ciri, it didn’t matter whether Geralt felt like he should care for her, or if he wanted to. He needed to. Without him, the girl would die, or be kidnapped by Nilfgaard for who knows what purpose. He had to feed her, and clothe her, and teach her, and he had to love her for her to thrive.

She made it very easy. It was only afterwards that he realized how much of an idiot he’d been to Jaskier, and the thought of how he’d treated the bard over the years had plagued him. It had been months before he could find him to apologize, but Jaskier forgave him almost immediately—which Geralt found both relieving and infuriating at the same time. This was the first winter they’d spent apart since. Geralt left the keep more rarely now, heading out on the Path only when the months grew truly warm and returning at the first hint of falling leaves. Ciri was safe on her own, he knew, but he missed her when he was away. And he could admit now that one of the forces driving him back into the world over the last few years had been the itching desire to find Jaskier again and settle the yearning in his chest for another year. He was less inclined to venture forth when his bard, his daughter, Yennefer and his brothers were all in one place.

This winter Jaskier had begged off, saying that he had “work in the south,” which could mean anything from spending a decadent winter in the court of some noble or sludging through the front lines as a Redanian spy. Geralt had learned not to pry too deeply into Jaskier’s business when he wasn’t around. It was often either too explicit for him to stomach or too confidential for Jaskier to share freely.

It worried him, being away from the bard for so long. He could get hurt, or captured by Nilfgaard, or worse. But what really terrified Geralt was the idea that he would find Jaskier in a tavern along the Path and realize that the bard had grown old, to find silver in his hair and wrinkles beside his eyes. “He’s getting too old,” Geralt said to Yennefer, who looked at him with sympathetic eyes.

“You must have known when you started travelling with him that he would eventually leave you,” Yennefer said, not unkindly. “Humans are so short lived.”

“I didn’t exactly get a choice about becoming his muse,” Geralt said with a huff. Despite his improved relationship with Jaskier over the past few years, he still found it difficult to admit that he had always been more than willing to let the bard tag along. If he’d wanted to travel alone, he would have. But he never had. “I just didn’t realize…”

“It always comes sooner than you think it will,” Yennefer sighed. She set her book aside and picked up her goblet of wine, turning to look out the large window their table sat in front of. It faced west out of the keep wall, towards the mountains and the forest beyond. The sun had set below the craggy peaks, throwing the snow covered valley below into darkness. Geralt could just make out the ruins of the old tower, its stones dark against the white landscape. “You can’t cure his mortality, Geralt.”

“We did.”

The look that Yennefer gave him was sharp, almost angry. The firelight in the room turned her violet eyes darker, like mulberry wine. “At great cost,” she snapped. “I can’t imagine you would put him through the Trials.”

A stab of panic shot through his gut at the thought. “No. Of course not. He wouldn’t survive it anyways. Only children stand a chance at all.”

Yennefer nodded, apparently satisfied that Geralt hadn’t completely lost his mind. “The boy hasn’t got an ounce of Chaos in him, in spite of his rather chaotic nature, so I highly doubt they’ll accept him as a late trainee at Ban Ard.”

“There must be other ways,” Geralt said, feeling petulant. “Less conventional.”

“I cannot believe we are actually discussing this,” Yennefer said, rising to her feet. She picked up her book from the table as well as her glass. “There is no way to achieve immortality, especially not without sacrifice. You know that, Geralt. Drop this foolish line of thought.”

Geralt rose after her, reaching out to catch her retreating wrist. A grasp loose enough that she could break it, if she wanted, but Yennefer paused. “Please, Yen. Just… look into it for me? I can’t—the thought of—” He cut himself off, dropping his hand away from her arm. The look she gave him was more pitying than he would have liked.

“I’ll do some research, but nothing more. Don’t get your hopes up, Geralt. There’s a reason there are so few of us,” she said. Her face softened slightly, as much as it ever did. Despite Ciri, Yennefer was still made of more glass and fire than anything else. “I know you love him, even if you can’t admit it to yourself. I promise, I will do my best.”

Geralt nodded wordlessly as she left and wondered if Jaskier's eyes would be as bright next time he saw him.

*

For weeks Yennefer said nothing about his request, and Geralt refocused on spending time with Ciri and preparing to depart for the spring. Lambert and Eskel had already left a month before, as soon as the road down the mountain began to thaw, but Geralt had hung back. The roof needed repairs, a difficult job to do in the midst of winter, and it was a hard task to leave for Vesemir alone. It was always like this, now—him looking for odd jobs to keep him at Kaer Morhen, with Ciri, making excuses until Jaskier’s jitteriness or Vesemir’s raised eyebrows forced them on the road again. Some of that was mitigated this season by the silence he heard when he found himself listening for the sounds of lute strings strumming gently in the background, and Geralt’s increasing anxiety about Jaskier’s wellbeing. Even so, it was hard to leave Ciri behind.

The girl was progressing rapidly as she entered her teen years, the chubbiness of her youth morphing into lean if awkward muscle as she continued to work on her swordsmanship. When Geralt and his brothers weren’t pushing her through drills, she was studying monsters and alchemy with Vesemir, or practicing her magic with Yen. She never seemed to tire, eagerly absorbing any lessons passed on to her and desperate to prove her worth. The only person she seemed to let her guard down around was Geralt, who found himself often goading her into mock wrestling matches (which he refused to throw on principle) and humoring her when she became restless and wanted to explore beyond the keep. Kaer Morhen was dangerous in the winter, but as spring approached and the deep snows on the surrounding mountains began to thaw, the duo spent more and more time trekking through old ruins and sleeping beneath the stars.

He could put off his journey south no longer.

“I’m going to be fine, Geralt,” she said, rolling her eyes at him. He wondered if he’d been this petulant as a teenager. Certainly Lambert had. “I can take care of myself, and Yen will be with me.”

Geralt tapped her wooden training sword with his own, indicating that she should prepare to go again. When he was a boy he’d trained against the other foundlings, stumbling around like pups through drills and sparring matches. Ciri trained against full witchers, and only Eskel ever faked a misstep here or there to allow her to get in a good hit. When she won a fight for the first time, it would be on her own merit.

The girl raised her sword into a decent fighting stance, and Geralt moved to correct her footwork. Her sword work was exceptional above the belt, but she consistently forgot her stances, throwing herself off balance. They’d begun putting her on the pendulums to force her to focus, dancing between posts to attack the dummies. Geralt had spent many a night rubbing salve into her bruised shoulders, gained from taking fall after fall from the low poles. No one forced her, but if there was one thing Ciri hated, it was admitting to weakness in herself. “Sword up,” Geralt said, and launched into his attack.

He stayed on the offense, forcing her to practice the defensive drills they’d started going over recently. “I know you’ll be fine,” he said, continuing their conversation. His breathing was relaxed, almost meditative through the slow exchange of blows. “Just seems cruel to leave you with only the old man and Yennefer for company.”

Ciri giggled despite herself, and Geralt found himself grinning back before he smacked her lightly in the ribs with the training sword. She swore—Lambert, Geralt thought with chagrin—and danced back a few paces. “Gotta focus,” he said, still smirking at her.

She poked her tongue out at him childishly and reposted off of one of his blocked attacks. He easily swayed out of the way, but the movement was fluid and smooth, which meant someday it would be fast, faster than he could dodge. He gave an encouraging nod.

They continued to spar for another half an hour or so before breaking, heading to the well to fill their water pouches. Geralt sat on the short ring of stones and Ciri slumped on the ground beside him, leaning against his leg. The simple trust and familiarity she exhibited around him still took him by surprise, sometimes. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” he said, rubbing a hand over the top of her head. Her hair was almost as white as his.

She sighed, wiping dripping water from her chin as she tossed her water pouch down. “I figured,” she said. “Say hello to Jaskier for me, when you find him? I missed his songs this time.”

Geralt’s caress turned into a playful ruffle. “I will. Any requests for books?”

“Ones about Elves,” she said immediately, “and Skelligan alchemy. It’s different from ours, did you know? The Druids—”

Geralt chuckled. “I know. You’ve said half a dozen times. No fairytales this time?”

The girl hummed, reminding him for a brief and touching moment of himself. “Just bring Jaskier back. He tells about your adventures so much better than you do.”

“He’s certainly made a career out of it,” Geralt grumbled, feigning annoyance. “I’ll do my best. You know how he is.”

“You missed him too,” she said, hitting his knee with one closed fist. “I know you did. You get all…Well, more grumbly and mopey than usual, when he’s not around.” She wrinkled her nose up at him in exaggerated disgust. “It’s gross. But I do want you to be happy.”

Geralt knocked back against her gently with his knee, swallowing around the feelings that rose in his throat. “You just think I’m a boring old man who won’t help you put toads in Eskel’s bed. But you never even ask. I’m the expert, not Jaskier.”

Ciri laughed, bright and crisp in the morning air, and Geralt felt warm despite the fading winter chill. Tomorrow he would leave, and he would find Jaskier, and next winter he would tell Jaskier that he had to stay at Kaer Morhen. For Ciri, if nothing else. And if it was more for Geralt’s sake than anything, well, no one had to know.

*

Yennefer found him before he left, saddling Roach in the stables.

“Go to Triss,” she said by way of a greeting. Geralt knew what she meant by the gravity in her tone and the tension sitting in the corners of her mouth. “Ask after Ida. I don’t know where she is or if she’ll speak with you, but a Sage is the only one that might be able to give you anything.”

Geralt reached out to grasp her hand firmly in his own. “Thank you, Yen,” he said honestly.

The sorceress sniffed. “Well, you owe me one, I suppose. I hope you find what you're looking for. But be careful.”

“I won’t do anything that might put him in harm’s way,” he promised. “I swear it.”

“Good.” She gave him a slight smile before leaning in to brush a kiss over his rough cheek. The simple touch warmed him from inside out. “Say hello to the bard for me. Tell him I heard about that disastrous competition in Vizima. Ought to have him stewing for a good long while.”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “I’ll give him your love as always.”

“Goodbye, Geralt,” she said, patting his arm lightly. “Be safe. You know how to reach me, if you have need.”

“I do,” he said. “I will. Take care of Ciri.”

“It’s more the other way around, I’m afraid,” she said with a soft smile, and Geralt understood exactly what she meant. Ciri had saved them both, in more ways than one. Every time he left her was more painful than the last. Someday, he knew, they might travel the Path together, a witcher, a sorceress and their daughter. Maybe even a bard, if he was extremely lucky.

Geralt hoped he would be.

[sugamamacustard]

Sweet little chick

 Pairing: Mafia boss! Alpha! Sugawara Koushi! X Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff, Yandere

Request: N/A

Summary: The Karasuno Crows fell to the will of one person and one person alone. You were expected to do the same to the mama crow.

Warnings:  Slight/Yandere! Themes. Stockholm Syndrome, Collars, dresses, blood/core/ mafia compliant violence. 

Author’s Note:  An anon on my main blog (Shameless plug, it’s @angstyclowns​) sent me an amazing message and I took care of myself for once and now I’m super motivated! Also, I’m tried keeping this gender neutral, but reader does end up in a dress and thigh highs, so I’m sorry for that!

Requests: Open!

Disclaimer: I do not condone the acts below, please do not kidnap people you fancy and force them to stay against their will until they pull a beauty and the beast. Thanks for reading!

Sugawara Koushi

➵ You weren’t sure how long you had been there. 

➵ In fact, at this point you weren’t sure you cared. 

➵ You were respected here. People groveled on their knees at your feet for your favor, just to make you smile.

➵ Because if you liked them, your alpha was less likely to slit their throats. You were a direct link to getting in the alpha’s good graces.

�� At first, you hated it. Hated the feeling of people begging you for their lives.

➵ And sometimes, sometimes late at night, you hated it now too. Hated how their screams still rung in your ears, begging and pleading for you to help.

➵ Most times, your alpha tried to keep you out of the bloody weeds of his business, but some times, when Noya or Hinata weren’t quick enough to stop a new guy who royally messed up from begging you to call off the hit.

➵  At that point, you had to hide in your nest, close your eyes and cover your ears until Suga came to comfort you.

➵ In the beginning you would smack him away, but now you craved his touch. His hugs, his purrs, his words of reassurance, anything he would give to you to settle your fears. 

➵ You weren’t sure why you pushed him away in the first place, as you were much better now. You were getting help after the untimely death of your parents (Car accident), you had friends (Suga allowed you to keep company with some of the other crows’ omegas), and everything you wanted at the snap of your fingers.

➵ You were perfectly content with life as it was. 

➵ But that didn’t mean you didn’t have your own rules to follow. 

➵ Your alpha had several rules to follow, especially because of the role he played. 

➵ When he had meetings with Fukorodani or Nekoma, you were to sit on his lap, in whatever tight little number you were gifted that day, and stay quiet. Occasionally, Daichi (Who ran Karasuno along side Suga) would bring his own omega and you two would be allowed to talk quietly among yourselves or play Animal crossing together. 

➵ If you had a concern or comment, you would whisper it to Koushi, who would either allow you to share or re-word it himself.

➵ The other leaders thought you were the second cutest thing in their worlds (Their own omegas holding first. But you were reminded them of their own omegas they left at home) and always listened when you spoke, treating you like a valid member of the Karasuno crew.

➵ Which you were. 

➵ But not in the same sense as everyone else. You were more-or-less an innocent bystander that held the title. 

➵ Under no circumstances however, were you allowed to talk to someone that wasn’t approved by Koushi. Kuroo, Bokuto, Oikawa (Read, Iwaizumi), even Ushijima were all approved, their omegas too, but no one else. 

➵ They understood this, growling at their guards and anyone else they brought for a meeting to stay away. 

➵ But unfortunately, not all people took the gracious warnings they provided. 

➵ The day started off like it normally did, with Suga waking up far earlier than you cared to know. 

➵ He pecked your lips while you groggily watched him get ready, button his shirt while you sat up to run your hands through his hair.

➵ “Do you have to leave so early, Koushi?” You whined, pulling him down once more to hug him tightly. He chuckled in your ear, pecking your cheek before prying you off. 

➵ “Unfortunately I do, sweet thing. But I promise, I’ll back to pick you up for the meeting later.”  A final kiss was pressed to your lips before your alpha was off, tightening his tie on the way out and slinging on his suit jacket.

➵ Predictably so, you went back to bed, sleeping until a knock on the door woke you up. 

➵ Hinata walked in slowly, beaming down at you brightly before setting down a silver and gold box and walking back out, closing the door behind him. You liked Hinata. He seemed to have a second sense to when you wanted to talk or when you just wanted your alpha.

➵ His omega was lucky. 

➵ But you were more lucky. You got to see your alpha soon, since he always had your dresses delivered in the time frame that allowed you to get ready right before Suga would show up to pick you up

➵ So you shakily got up, stretching and yawning before picking  up the box and sliding off the top. The dress inside was a velvet black up until the bodess, which was a sweetheart neckline. From there, a mesh overcoat covering your shoulders and arms hooked around your neck. It was beautiful. 

➵ So you slipped it on quickly, styling your hair with dry shampoo and whatever else you deemed appropriate and slipping some black thigh highs to match  before clipping on the final accessory

➵ It was a pristine white collar that buckled around your neck, with a small white bell and a hanging heart charm that simply said your name. It wasn’t as extravagant as the other omegas’ collars, but it suited Suga-- who, in a way, owned you. 

➵ Like clockwork. the moment you finished tightening the collar your alpha was knocking on the door, opening it soon after and smiling at you. 

➵ He was in a different suit then what he left in and his knuckles were wrapped, but you didn’t want to question it. 

➵ “Ready to go?” 

➵ You nodded excitedly, hooking your arm with his and making your way out of the room. He grabbed your switch (Which he had gifted you, custom with your favorite colored joycons) on the way out, soon leading you to the ‘meeting room’. 

➵ Daichi and Kuroo both smiled from their conversation when you two finally made your entrance, nodding in your direction. 

➵ Suga sat in his chair, allowing you to sit in his lap right after before passing you the gaming console and starting the meeting. (Kuroo and Daichi said something about how lucky Suga was that you were ‘ready’ whatever that meant)

➵ You didn’t care to listen, probably for the better, only playing animal crossing with small hums leaving you. 

➵ Twenty minutes in and all was fine with minimal disagreement on whatever was going on. At least, minimal trouble for the alphas.

➵ You felt a sense of unease set over you while you were playing a while ago but hoped it would just disappear. 

➵ But it never did. 

➵ You looked up to see Suga completely enveloped in the conversation with Kuroo and Daichi, so it wasn’t him, nor the other two alphas. 

➵ Looking around, you noted it wasn’t any of the Karasuno crows that were in there. 

➵ All the usual people Kuroo brought with him were focusing on the void. 

➵ All but one. You had never seen him before but he looked slimy from here. Even Lev (One of Kuroo’s bodyguards that got along with literally everyone, including you) was standing far away from him.

➵ His hair was greasy and blue. A gross as blue that looked like he tried to go for silver but failed. 

➵ It was disgusting to you and he was staring directly at you. Who tf was this guy???

➵  You mindlessly nuzzled back into Suga’s arms, which made him falter and look down at you before going back to the conversation (A land deal?) 

➵ But the feeling never faltered. 

➵ You had tried getting up to go the bathroom once during the meeting but the feeling at you sitting right back down, trying so hard to focus on your game. Your scent was burnt slightly, which set Suga on edge, but what made it even worse was when the boy- smelled like beta- offered to take you off of Suga’s hands for the meeting. 

➵ “A frail thing like her shouldn’t be in the company of such vile conversation topics, yeah?” 

➵ “We’re talking about land, what about that is vile?” Suga sneered, switching from looking at you to the man. He could tell you were off the moment you burrowed into him.

➵ There weren’t any excited giggles coming from you if you discovered something new. No squeals of joy when you finally, finally caught that fish you had been trying to catch for however long. Nothing. Silence and tense muscles.

➵ He had been trying to figure out what was wrong with you the entire time until it suddenly clicked. 

➵ The male spoke and you were grabbing his shirt like a lifeline.

➵ It was him. 

➵ This beta was making his omega uncomfortable. 

➵  Kuroo and Daichi picked up on this fairly quickly, Kuroo already apologizing to Daichi before looking to the Beta. 

➵ Suga didn’t hear what they said, but he felt Daichi pushing you and him out of the room. A silent promise in his eyes.

➵ He picked you up effortlessly, taking you to your room and setting you in your nest and scenting you excessively

➵ You whimpered and allowed him to do so, the switch being discarded somewhere. 

➵ Suga held you to his chest for hours after that, silently planning  ever terrible thing he would unleash unto the unsuspecting beta. 

➵ there was nothing in the world Suga wouldn’t do for you. 

➵ He killed for you once and he’d do it again over and over again.

➵ Whether it be faking a car accident or disposing of trash, keeping eyes on you with specially planted agents, Suga was willing to do everything for you. 

➵ And he certainly had the means to do so.

[mypoisonedvine]

Okay I’m sorry I’m sending this early because I always forget about the sleepover until late but I’m desperate for alpha Laszlo losing his shit when reader goes into heat 😬 (no pressure of course it’s just a thought, anyways you’re fantastic <3)

ah I would love to! smut ofc and breeding kink (what is a/b/o without breeding kink??)

As soon as he caught the scent of your heat in the air, he was done for.

All logic, all pretense, all self-consciousness left him and he operated purely on instinct, on the parts of his mind untouched by his scholarly ways. He usually felt a bit of guilt whenever he sobered up after moments like this: not so much for whatever he might have done, since you seemed to enjoy it, but just for the... animalistic way of it all. Though he was perhaps more equipped than anyone to understand that humans were, in fact, animals, he was also the type to despise it.

But all that would wait for when he came to again, after he'd knotted you a few times. For now, he could remain blissfully enchanted by his need to please you while your heat overtook your mind and body.

"Alpha, Alpha, Alpha," you sobbed with every thrust he gave you, so deep yet slow and patient. He clutched you tightly, holding you from behind, and nuzzled himself right up against your ear with a low growl.

"My Omega," he answered back between soft bites over your skin, "so desperate to be bred..."

"Yes," you whimpered, holding his hands where they wrapped over your chest. "Breed me, Laszlo, wanna be pregnant..."

Being called by name in a time like this caught him off-guard: it reminded him of the philosopher, the alienist, the scientist he used to be just less than a quarter hour ago, compared to what he was now. But it wasn't enough to slow him down, in fact he fucked you harder to watch you cry out for him.

Your heats made you so sensitive, so it wasn't any surprise how quickly you came undone for him, drenching the both of you in slick as your legs quivered; it was a good thing he could hold you upright with only one arm's strength, or you might've collapsed.

"I'll knot you," he warned in a whisper, and you moaned because you'd already lost the mental fortitude to speak. "I'll give you my knot, Omega, and fill you with my seed."

You whined in that way that he could tell meant you were pleading with him to do it, by now he could translate your sounds quite easily. Like, for example, the gasp you made as his knot began to swell meant 'I'm not sure it will fit.'

But it will fit. It always does.

He kissed your cheek and neck and shoulder as he came down from the high, knowing his knot would keep his come deep inside you for quite a while before it went down and he could do it all over again-- once was never enough when you were in heat, you needed to be bred over and over until you couldn't take it anymore... and then perhaps a few more times after that for good measure.

"Thank you," you sighed, a bit of sanity apparently returning to you.

"You should've told me it was coming soon," he sighed, "I wouldn't have left you home alone..."

Yes, it was quite the sight (and smell) to behold, Laszlo returning home from work to discover his beloved Omega had been in heat for hours, soaked and sobbing. It broke his heart at the same time that it hardened his cock in an instant.

Thankfully, he was home now, and prepared to take care of you for as long as you needed-- like any good Alpha should. And Laszlo, despite how he might seem to some at first, was a great Alpha.