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lyon-amore · 1 year

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With you until the end of the world Epilogue

Chapter 17

I don't know how long I was dead. Well, not seriously. But it was as if I was. I didn't feel anything, I didn't feel like doing anything. I lived under the supervision and care of my parents because I couldn't take care of myself. They even controlled my medicines because they were afraid that I would take them all.

Today, I think they did the right thing.

The day I started to be myself was after three years. My friend Lian came home together with her husband and they little girl. They brought me a gift. That gift was a small white rabbit with black spots. She knew that it was my favorite animal and that having someone to take care of would be good for me so that I could have strength. Henry became my spoiled child from that day on. The following year, I met a guy. It took me a bit to open up to him, but I got it. The problem was that no matter how much I was with him, I kept thinking about Jake. I was better now, but I couldn't forget it. I believe that a man like him cannot be forgotten. And that was the problem in our relationship: that while I was with my boyfriend, I was thinking of someone else. I even thought that if we got married, focus on something important to both of us, I might not think about Jake.

What a fool I was

My marriage lasted one year. I was totally honest with him, that I couldn't stop thinking about another man that was in my life when we were together. I asked for a divorce without any conditions, not part of the money, I didn't want anything, just for him to be happy with someone else, because he wasn't going to be with me. He didn't want a divorce because he thought my feelings would be resolved if we stayed together, but I couldn't keep hurting him.

It's been eight years since Jake died and I still think about him. His sisters also suffer because they never got to meet him in person. At first Lilly blamed me, but because she needed to take her anger out on someone, since John Fusch was dead.

I fix up Henry's corner while he's running and jumping around the house. I think I take better care of him than myself. They knock on the door of my apartment and I announce that I'm coming, leaving everything well placed. Opening the door, I am met by a teenager with curly blonde hair, looking at me with big blue eyes. “Yes?” I ask curiously "What do you want?" The boy surprises me by hugging me and I freeze to the spot. "H-hey, are you alright?" “Yes, sorry” I can perceive in his voice that he is still with the change in voice “Don't you remember me?” I look at him closely, examining him. I make a surprised sound, not believing it’s him. “Jack?” I ask him and he nods “But- What are you doing here? How-“ I try to calm down when I see him. The little angel had grown up. He lets out a laugh and looks around “Did you come alone? And your parents? Because they told me years later that they adopted you.” “My father is waiting in a cafeteria, he brought me” he answers, adjusting his backpack “, I wanted to see you, Angel.” A wave of cold runs through my body hearing that name. I give him my best smile, not wanting to sink. "You can call me Macie" I answer slowly ". You know that's my name. “Yeah, sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Do you want to come in? Because I don’t think you came here just to say hello.” "No, I've come for something important.” He pushed me aside and enters the apartment. We go to the living room and I take Henry, leaving him in my lap, stroking him. I'm nervous about what he might say. "And are you doing well with your studies? Do your adoptive parents take good care of you?” "Yes, my studies are going well and about my parents" he sighs and smiles “, at first I gave them a lot of headaches because I wanted to get back to you and Jake, I kept saying your names.” I bite the inside of my cheek, uncomfortable. "You know that Jake…" I pronounce with pain. I dare not say the word or think it. I can’t anymore "That's why I'm here" He takes off his backpack and unzips it. He takes out a programming book and holds it out to me “. I got this a few days ago, but I haven't ordered it” I open the book and start reading it. It is a normal book, I don’t find anything strange “. It is then that I have been looking for you, to be able to give you this” he takes a telephone number from his pocket “.I have spoken with the dude-“ "You know you shouldn't talk to strangers on the phone?" I ask raising an eyebrow. "I know, but I thought it must be him" he lowers his head sadly ", even if he was dead, I had a small hope that it was Jake...” "And who was it?" I ask, continuing to read the book. I smile at the memory of Jack on Jake's lap, teaching him how to hack at a low level. "He told me he was a friend of Jake's and that he wanted to talk to you" I look at him confused and he shrugs “, I told him why he didn't go directly to talk to you, but his words were that it had to be me. I guess so we can meet again.” I quickly write the number in the add contact area and shortly after a chat appeared. In it on behalf of Henry appeared. He made me look at my rabbit somewhat confused. It was very rare that he was named after my little boy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Hello? They told me that you want to talk to me… What you was Jake’s friend? But if you're lying, I'm going to sue you for harassment

-----Henry has connected-----

Henry No! 😨 I’m not lying! I'm a friend of Jake's!

Macie Do you mean 'was'?

Henry That is I wanted us to meet

Macie Because?

Henry Well You were his girlfriend And I would like to meet you

Macie Don’t know… I’m not sure it’s a good idea

Henry Please I just want to meet someone who was close to him I haven't seen him in years and I need to talk to someone At least to remember good times ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I bite my lip, a little confused. I don't know whether to accept. Even though I hadn't gotten over Jake, at least I was doing well in life, not feeling that death wish like I had at first. I sigh and go back to writing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Okay So tell me where to meet and I’ll go

Henry Brilliant!! 😆 [Link] I leave you the address of how to get to my house I’ll be waiting Oh! But if I'm not home, there's a spare key hidden in a hole in the door frame. The trick is to press a false screw on the left side 😉

Macie Okay Well… See you Henry

Henry See you soon Macie!

-----Henry has disconnected----- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I put my phone down on the coffee table and see Jack waiting for my answer. “What did he say?” He asks impatiently. “He wants us to meet now.” “You are going to go alone?” I nervously pick up the phone again and look at the address. He is in another city. No, wait, I recognize the name, I've been there. It's the first place I hid with Jake. The heart begins to beat rapidly. It couldn't be a simple coincidence that his friend lives there, maybe he told him. Maybe Jake wanted us to meet? And he arranged everything so that years later, Henry would contact me in case he was still alive. "I have to go" I answer with a sigh ". I want to meet Jake's friend, I want to know his past before running away for so many years." I get up from the sofa and together with Henry, I go looking for his carrier. He can't stay alone, I have to take him to my parents. "Do you want us to take you?" Jack asks me, anxious about what's happening. "Well, he hasn't told me you can't come" I answer, closing the door on my little boy “. Okay, let your father take us, but first let me talk to Henry, I want to check if he's telling the truth.” “Of course! I’m going to tell him!” He runs out of my apartment as if it were her house. I let out a laugh watching him leave. I would probably get angry before, but I think that over the years I have learned to be kinder to children. And that he is someone I accept after living together for a while.

When I get to my parents' house and explain what has happened, they look at me worried. I understand, I’m also afraid of what may happen. "Are you sure you want to go?" asks my mother, looking at me a little fearful ‘After all you've suffered, I don't know if it's a good idea for you to go.” "I know, but I have to" I pulls out Henry of the carrier and caresses it before setting it down ", I need to meet him." “You are going to go alone?” My father crosses his arms, arching an eyebrow. "No, I'm going with a friend and his son" I swallow saliva and finally confess “. It's Jack, he's the one who came to see me.” They look surprised and a little speechless. I told them all about Jack and how our days with him were. My mother was quite surprised when she heard that I was taking care of a child who was not part of my family. My father just laughed at me. For him it was as if karma had given it back to me. "Well, I'm leaving" I smile nervously ", wish me luck." “Good luck, Mac.” My dad hugs me tight. Then my mom hugs me too, along with a kiss on the cheek. “I hope you like what you hear from him.” “I sure do.” I nod with a smile. I say goodbye again and leave the house. I’m nervous.

On the way, I wanted to talk to Jack's father. I wanted to know what kind of person he was and I didn’t disappoint. It was clear that he was a good man. His wife was working. It was supposed to be her day off, but her boss made her go. I pity her. “Jack told us” oh God…I didn't tell him I didn't like having him with us at first “that he called you and Jake Daddy and Mommy.” "Oh! Yeah, well…” I clear my throat, remembering those moments “He needed some father figures so…” “I’m sure you would be a great mother.’ <<Let me think about it, I still can’t even change a diaper for Stephan and Jessy’s baby.>> “Yeah, they were the best, they never left me with anything I didn't need.” Jack says, turning to look at me with a smile. I return it happy to hear him. He takes out his phone and I see that the little doll he had as a child is hanging on it. He has kept it all these years. I thought it was going to be a sad day with his arrival, but it only brings back good memories.

We reach the flats and I get out of the car. Before going up, I turn to warn them. “I’ll text you if I need help.” I tell the man, whose name I now knew to be Edmund. "I'll be there in a second." he replies with a nod. "And I'll let you know if everything goes well.” I tell Jack. “Let’s hope so.” he replies nervously. I ruffle his hair and finally step away from the car.

I go up the building arriving at the indicated apartment. He had sent it to me during the car ride. He had forgotten and I too because of my nerves. I knock on the door and wait. By not opening, I suppose it should not be. I reach for that fake screw and a little drawer opens. Inside is exactly one key. I open the door and as soon as I enter, three cats come running towards me. One was completely gray, another was gray with black stripes, and the other was also gray but with a white face, stomach, and feet. “Hi.” I say as I crouch down, petting them. I look at their necklaces and read them. Their names are: Ludo, Jen and Gizmo. Names from fantasy movie creatures. Henry must like it. I get up and start looking at the floor. Now it seems smaller with more furniture than before. I look forward to playing with the cats. They are quite affectionate. I finally hear the door open. At last. “I used the key that-“ I stop talking as soon as I see him. I’m not going to deny that he is older, because I’m too, but when I see him, everything inside me is revolutionized. My tears come out on their own when I see Jake. Although he had a burn on his face and neck, that he wore an eyepatch, perhaps because of the injury, it didn't mean that I still saw him as the most attractive man in the universe. "What are you doing-" Jake, who had been staring at me in fear, stops talking as I jump towards him. He catches me leaving the shopping bags on the floor and I kiss him. I can't stop laughing and crying, stroking his hair, loving him again as mine. When I pull away to catch my breath, I lower his arms and caress his face gently. “Jake!” I exclaim full of happiness “You’re alive! Are you alive!” He looks at me still frozen despite the fact that a few seconds later he has kissed me passionately. He brings his hand to my face as well and caresses me slowly. "Wait, am I not dreaming?" he asks surprised “are you really here?’ “Yes” I nod and kiss him again “, I'm really here and you… Jake… I'm so glad you're alive!” I hug him and he stays with open arms, not knowing what to do. "Do not... Do not I disgust you?" he asks me confused. “Why do you ask me that?” I look at his face, observing everything carefully. His burns are years old and it is when I notice by the touch of his hand that is the same. I turn my face and kiss it. Then I look at him again. “You're the same attractive man I fell in love with.’ It is at this moment that I see him collapse.

Jake cries and drops to his knees, holding me tight. I fondly caress his black hair, shorter now. “I have missed you so much, Macie” he says between sobs “. You do not know how much. But I was afraid that you would be disgusted or repulsed if you saw me, I did not want to hurt you anymore. Forgive me.” I smile fondly continuing to stroke his hair. Jake stands up and lets out a small laugh. “But… you are here… it is you…” "Jake, I fell in love for who you are, you didn't have to hide from me," I say a little hurt, but I understand myself. I'm sure he didn't have the support he needed during the days he were in the hospital to think that way.”. They never told me you were alive, they confirmed that you were dead.” "I pretended the accident made me lose my memory" he shrugs awkwardly “, I did not like doing it, but I had no choice, if I wanted to be left alone” he runs his hand through my hair, playing with a lock of hair ‘. Later, I looked for help, I got my old job back, but… I did not… dare to go back to look for you. I thought Andrew would be with you by now.” “Andrew? I didn’t see him after the accident.” “I see…” I see that he lowers his face in embarrassment. “Has he told you something?” He denies with the head. '‘No, I just thought that… that since he was interested as you said-“ I placed a finger on his lips to silence him and hugged him. "You never left my head, you were always present at every minute, second, hour, day, month, year" I look up and smile at him “, I even tried to turn the page, but I couldn't, you are irreplaceable Jake, without you I don't have a life.” I see how he looks at me. I can still see the love he has for me. He kisses me more passionately, bringing his hands to my shirt. “Wait.” I stop him nervously. “Of course I…” he separates herself a little, sadly “I guess you’re not ready because…” “No, it’s just that Jack is waiting outside.” He blinks even more surprised. I let out a laugh, happy. “I do not think he wants to see me like this...” "Jake, everyone who loves and appreciates you would want to see you in anyway" I take his hands and caress them lovingly. My smile is so wide and full of happiness still to see him alive ", It doesn't matter how you look right now, the important thing is that you're alive and... maybe now you feel something for pirates." I see him roll his eye and I giggle. “There is no denying it” he says softly “you are still my angel.” I shudder when I hear that affectionate nickname. I wanted to hear it again. “Let us go see Jack.” He offers his hand and I take it. Leaving the apartment, then I remember. I take out the key and show it to him. “Your friend Henry told me where to find the spare key.” I tell him with a smile. Jake looks at it and closes my hand along with the key. And he smiles at me. A smile that I missed. "Keep it, you will need it more than I do." I can’t describe the feeling I had when he told me. The heat wave after so many years off returned very intense. I grabbed his arm and together we went down the stairs. “Is our plan to marry still on?” I ask jokingly. But his answer surprises me. “If you want to, we can go to court right now.” I can't help but let out the dumbest laugh in love that I could let go.

But I admit it: There is no other man in this world with whom I want to be forever united.

With Jake.

~The end~

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You were in your bed, resting after the last events. After Xiao and Bosacius forced you to take almost two weeks off, you felt ready to go back to your duties, but every time you tried to tell them that you were ready to go back, they would start lecturing you that it was too soon.

Of course you wouldn't fight, but you also couldn't say that you weren't enjoying the quiet days. Although you also enjoyed your usual hectic routine, taking some time for yourself was just as good.

As for the injuries, what was left were just bruises that weren't very visible, and didn't hurt much anymore. The remedies you took were indeed incredibly effective, and seeing how quickly they took effect, you couldn't be prouder of your progress.

You had not seen Morax for the last few days, but Xiao had gone to visit him and assured you that he was fine. And so you hoped. And you also hoped that he was taking the correct medication that you recommended.

And with these days of downtime, some of the things you had to do had piled up, not to mention the fact that you would have to make a new spear. You would have to go after plants, flowers and other components that you would need to make the medicines. Not only for yourself but for Xiao and the others, since the painkiller you had prepared for Xiao had run out, and for Bosacius as well. They were having to use the old ones, which admittedly did not have much effect.

And you needed some painkillers too, because these days you have been getting severe headaches from time to time, they were temporary but they were quite strong too, and you hoped that this didn't mean anything serious. Maybe because of the last situations, the exposure to the chasm and everything else. And you hoped it was just that.

And since you had promised that you would not get into fights or risky situations, what was left for you to do was not too much trouble. After all, how could you fight without your spear? That's why you insisted on going to the harbor to make a new one. The local blacksmith was incredibly skilled at making the weapons you might need, since even the weapons Yakshas and warriors used in ancient wars are the result of a tradition passed down from generation to generation.

So in any case if an Adepti needed one, the blacksmith would do an impeccable job. And it had been a long time since you had that spear, so you would have to change it anyway. Now all you had to do was convince Xiao and Bosacius to let you go and do not only that, but also collect some materials. And you would have to do everything possible to stay out of trouble.

You waited until the sun came up, and until you heard Xiao arrive. He came quietly, as usual, but this time the main focus was not to make any noise that would bother you.

And he frowned as soon as he saw you awake, sitting up in bed.

"Did something happen?" He speaks half worried, but with a tone of doubt as well

"No, it was nothing." You assure him.

He comes over all soft and sits down next to you, looking from corner to corner to see how you were doing. He had always had this thing, that he could silently tell if you were okay or not, and now it seemed to be even stronger.

"Why are you up at this hour? It's still very early."

"I wanted to talk to you, I genuinely need to go to the harbor to take care of some things." You say sincerely and calmly, not wanting to give too much astonishment or importance to the situation, if you did he would surely be alarmed.

It sounded strange to ask for permission to leave, but in view of all that had happened and the fragile state you were in, it was only reasonable that things should be like this. Besides, you'd have to go back to work anyway, sooner or later.

He sighed heavily before glaring at you, "I'm still pretty worried. I just want your assurance that you will avoid any physical altercation." It was obvious that he would ask this of you, it was the least he could ask of you.

"Don't worry, that's what I least intend to do." You say with a slightly brighter expression, since these days had been quite stagnant.

"Fine, go. I hope you won't mind if I keep a watchful eye on you." And with that you understood that he would stay even from a distance, always watching you.

In the end it was nothing that bothered you, since Xiao always had this attitude not only with you but with others as well, he was someone you could always count on if things got rough.

"Thank you. I promise I won't be back too late." And it was so funny that you acted like that, an independent being who now asked permission to go out, and besides said that wouldn't be back late. What a turn of events.

He nodded and let you up, you weren't going to take too many things, because there wasn't much to take. What you would take with you was just a bag to carry what you needed to.

You left the inn quietly, very quietly, after all it had been a while since you had been outdoors. And feeling that breeze hitting your face gave you a good feeling, of freedom. Many said you were a free spirit, and now you could understand why, you couldn't live in prison even if you wanted to, and this way of calling you went far beyond your attitudes.

You first collected a good amount of silk flowers, since they were the closest. On the way you found some violetgrass, and picked them too. And little by little, here and there you collected what you needed, and this time you weren't in any hurry, or even less willing to go back, what you wanted most was to just hang around.

And even though the noisy port sometimes bothered you, you felt almost at home. Since you didn't come here very often, maybe you should enjoy the few times you did come. And you spotted the blacksmith as soon as you took a few steps into the harbor, sneaking among the passing groups of people.

The conversation with him was not long, you specified everything you wanted and he seemed to understand easily. After all, it was quite a job to make a weapon for someone of great importance. You even intended to stay and look at the process, at least the beginning, because it was sure to take a few days to do. But your presence seemed to make him even more nervous, so you chose not to stay. The least you wanted was to get in the man's way.

So you went for a walk in the neighborhood, not wanting to get too far away, so as not to accidentally get into trouble. At a distance you saw Morax at one of the harbor entrances, it wasn't uncommon to find him around Liyue, since he liked to do that. He was talking comfortably to another girl, Hu Tao, who was the director of the Wangsheng funeral parlor, or rather his boss.

His gaze soon turned to you, and you could see that his expression somehow became cheerful. He gave a sideways smile and made a discreet sign to you, in response you just nodded a little clumsily.

Soon the girl took another direction, she seemed to be in a hurry, and you could already imagine why the funeral parlor owner was in such a hurry. He didn't take long to approach you, just a few steps away.

"I hope the reason you are here is not bad. " He says wistfully.

It took you a while to understand that he was referring to your health, or anything else more significant.

"I just came to do a few things that were pending. No big deal, what about you?" You asked bluntly, even though he was visibly fine, you wanted to make sure.

"I really wanted to have a conversation with you about these medicines. They are incredibly amazing, I can't imagine how you get these results." He says curiously, and at the same time you could say with a certain emphasis on how incredible the things you did were.

"Sure, whenever you want. I can show you the process or even the harvesting of the objects." You answer him simply, and you feel excited to share this knowledge with someone.

"If you don't mind, we can arrange a time to talk about it, I'm on vacation for the next few days. That will give me enough time."

You answered with a low 'Okay,' and without calling him, walked to a bench over there. As soon as you sat down, you called him over, signaling him to sit on the seat next to you.

"It's contradictory the way you are sometimes, you know how to be straight with me. However, you seem a bit rustic when it comes to small interactions." And once again he was right.

You pondered and thought about an answer, but what could you say? The fact was that you were not used to such interactions, so how could you handle it well if you didn't had practice with it? It sounded a little strange but that was exactly the point.

"You know that all we were taught was to fight and survive, nothing else." It was the only plausible answer that came to your mind.

He muttered a 'Mhm' and seemed to think about how you two weren't so different. You could say with a fair amount of certainty that although Morax had a habit of interacting with humans and staying abreast of their behaviors, he could be as slow as you are on the subject.

And in that sense it was all new to you, the only affectionate bond you had was with your friends, or rather your family, who were the Yaksha. But also it was not as if you were not willing to learn if necessary, if you needed to you would definitely learn. And also, these behaviors were very appealing to you, that was undeniable.

The way humans acted was intriguing, their causes and motivations. Often the weaknesses and frailties, those feelings that change just like the seasons, perhaps even faster than the seasons themselves.

"It's understandable, you never had these experiences. The strangeness is part of the process, it happened the same to me". He stopped for a moment and looked up at the sky, you didn't understand until he continued, "At the time Guizhong managed to clarify many things for me, but later I also learned a lot from my observation."

If he were as sensitive as Guizhong he might have tried to explain it to you, too bad he wasn't.

"I imagine, she did indeed know a lot about." The mood suddenly became heavy, for you could feel the tenderness in his voice.

Tenderness mixed with sorrow, was still painful to him.

The atmosphere has changed a bit, apparently you two have lost your tempers. It was kind of hard to talk about these things, especially since you didn't know much to say.

"Why don't you come with me? I mean, if you can." You said awkwardly, trying to change the mood somehow.

He gave you a genuine smile, and his expression flickered. Possibly amazed by your sudden attitude, since it was clear that you had let your guard down with him, however slightly, but you did.

You didn't know where you could go with him, but since you called him, you could walk with him around, it wouldn't be a problem. You stood up and he followed you without expecting much, since you had no idea where to go, you decided to just walk around and admire the changes around the harbor, changes you hadn't noticed before.

"Things have changed quite a bit around here, I hadn't noticed." You say throwing out a random subject, hoping it will start a conversation. Since he was able to talk about any topic.

It was strange the way that when you were together most of the time the conversation somehow fell into a sad subject or the past, which ended up ruining the mood. And this happened precisely because you didn't know if you had many things in common now, so you ended up talking about things from the past that you both had experienced and knew well.

Things were easier before and you understood each other better, but since there was a lot of things that happened along the way, you distanced yourselves a lot. And now there was a visible truce, and with this, you were able to get along better. At least you hoped so.

Not that the hurt had gone away, but maybe after so long holding on to hatred, it got a little tiresome. It was also only fair to give him a chance after the last few events.

"Oh yes, it changed according to the traditions and the time. Until it became what it is today." And he was quite proud as he spoke, he had seen it all up close. Since it all began.

"And yet it is fit for further change. Although it is magnificent as it is now, it can always be improved. And I see that they are making good use of all my past efforts." He says as he looks at the hurried people who were walking here and there, focusing on their appointments. The harbor was always like this, bustling, cargo coming and going on those big ships, it was quite a noisy place so to speak.

And you were surprised that he referred to himself as Morax, not as mere Zhongli. Even though he doesn't have a big role now, he knew that everything was a result of previous sacrifices.

"At least it was all worth it." You say looking at him with a light smile on your face.

Even if you were not so close to humans, it was impossible not to admire them. And in the end, everything that had happened in the past was for their prosperity.

"Indeed it was." He lets out a sigh.

"Damn, I almost forgot. How did the Reuca thing turn out? I haven't heard anything about it in the last few days." You say, pulling his attention to something else.

"Don't bother, according to Baizhu things are more under control. This is due to your great help." He tells you.

And you still couldn't help but be confused, the solution hadn't come from you, but from a Fatui. And the worst thing is that until now it was working, so how did they cause the problem to be able to solve it later? Surely if they wanted to take credit they would have proudly shown that they had solved the problem, which was not the case. And that left you with even sharper instincts.

And the worst part was that Morax might not look it, but you could tell for sure that he knew something was wrong. You couldn't make medicine for humans, you could, but it would kill them the next instant. And Morax knew this detail better than anyone, after all, it was a condition that could affect him as well. You would investigate this more closely, you would go until you found a good explanation for it.

"I see, at least this one we got rid of." You say with a corner smile.

"Then, if you have time, I can take you to show you a few things. I remember you used to like to walk around these parts, if you want some company." He had noticed that you didn't know where to start, since you had called him to accompany you.

"Okay, I know it might be a bit far, but I would like to go to the Luhua Pool. Sure, if it's no trouble for you." It was a nice walk, but since it was to go to a place you liked, then this would be it.

"A very great choice, on the way I can show you the changes we will encounter on the way." And you wouldn't deny it, if there was one thing he liked to do, it was talk. He knew everything from the smallest stone, to the most majestic mountains, he knew every exact detail of everything about Liyue.

Waiting for your spear to be ready would not be very proficient, since it would take several days to be ready. And what you definitely didn't want now was to waste more days like this, just waiting for the time to pass. And also thinking that you couldn't do anything so abrupt, a light walk would be good.

He started talking by showing you some things around the harbor, even before you left, that were some quality of life improvements in the area.

"One of the routes here has been optimized, making land transport more accessible and more usable. Although most of our goods arrive here by ship, just as everything we import also makes use of ships." It wasn't what he was talking about, but how he was talking. Frankly you didn't care much about a few technical changes here and there, but you could see the gleam of joy in his eyes in every sentence.

And you were very entertained listening to him talk, the passion he had for this whole place was no joke. It was crazy to think that he could answer any and all questions about everything in Liyue, it was hard to find a topic he didn't know, almost impossible.

"So that increased trade, right? I remember we missed good opportunities because we didn't have a consistent way to do the overland travel." You didn't like the subject or even know much about it, and that was the little you remembered.

"In fact, even though our biggest advantage was shipping, having some means by land was a great deal." That might sound a little strange, but even though you didn't like the subject, you could certainly spend hours talking to Morax about it, the way he was so smooth and the propriety with which he talked about it was genuinely interesting.

In the end it was very pleasant for both parties, on the way he showed you some places to eat, or even to rest. Besides the production of certain utensils that you didn't even know had been there for so many years, you hadn't paid attention to such details.

Even though you were so far apart, your topics coincided perfectly, and you were able to make small talk without much effort, which was new to both of you.

"Sometimes I forget how beautiful this place is." You say as soon as you see Luhua's pool on the horizon, and it was not for nothing.

The crystal clear water, which made those colorful pools even more beautiful. It was like an exquisite oasis in the middle of all those mountains that were around the Luhua pool. You couldn't get enough of admiring it whenever you could, and it was a place that brought back many good memories.

And you as you always did, took off your shoes and put your feet in the water, who knows why you felt so comfortable when you did that. Carrying your shoes in your hands and walking through the water that was warm, since it was still day. And you couldn't forget the countless times that if you spent the night in these waters, it was something that relaxed you so well.

Morax just seemed to look at you with curiosity, apparently he was interested to see what your next actions would be. What you did next was sit down, it didn't matter whether your clothes would get wet or not, you just wanted to feel a little comfortable. Without much question Morax followed you, taking a seat right next to you.

"This place means a lot to you, doesn't it?" A sudden question that took you a few seconds to think about.

"This is where the Yaksha took me in." You took a deep breath before continuing, "Back in the day it was all very confusing, all you had in this place was conflict. And I felt bewildered here, I thought I was going to die."

You say remembering everything that had happened, because of stubbornness you wanted to defend the area at the time, but you were not prepared for such a thing. Even so you came, and all you found was pure chaos, people screaming in agony, bodies here and there, it was all so grotesque. It represented war at its worst.

You felt numb and vulnerable, this was the result of trying to enter a war field without any instruction, sometimes courage alone was not enough. You felt paralyzed by fear, all you could do was stare in astonishment at the whole situation.

"You have always had this pertinence. At that time I told Indarias to keep an eye on you, and she did. But since you were in danger, soon the others came to help you." Morax says almost narrating the scenario.

And that's what happened, that day you officially became part of the Yakshas, because as soon as you recovered you were able to fight bravely. Showing that you were more than capable of protecting Liyue.

"Despite everything, I am grateful that things happened that way. I don't know what would have happened if Indarias hadn't been there for me." And just talking about her gave you such a sharp pain, to think that when she needed it most you could do nothing. All you wanted most was to be able to help her, and with your effort you certainly could. You couldn't lose hope like that, much less give up.

Most of the time Morax was staring at you, not even trying to hide it. And you knew it was because he know what you were thinking, or even how you felt.

"And I am also glad that you stayed. I know you had many opportunities to leave, but you still chose to stay." He was referring to the fact that you helped during the difficult time Liyue was going through, after all any help was welcome.

Just as everyone had a role to play, so if one of you gave up, you would be sorely missed.

"I knew my obligations, and I knew that I couldn't just leave things alone. It's a commitment I'll have for the rest of my life." It wasn't a bad feeling you carried in your voice, but perhaps something melancholy.

It was a fate that you couldn't escape, and while you had gotten used to the idea, it was still somehow overwhelming to think that it would be your duty forever to take care of Liyue.

"Still, you know that many have abandoned us long ago." Morax says more curtly this time.

"Yes, and today they are no longer here. And you know why." The reason was breach of contract, at this point it was already obvious what would happen if someone broke any contract with Morax.

And when this happened, Morax was not in the least bit reasonable.

He even answered you, but you didn't hear him. Suddenly an unholy headache came over you, and you lost all sense of everything around you because of the sudden pain. You lowered your head and held it with your hands, it was incredibly unbearable, apart from a deafening hum that you didn't even know where it came from.

Your vision blurred and everything began to spin, making you hold your head even tighter.

"Are you fine?" That was the only plausible thing you heard in the middle of it all.

You shook your head saying a yes, but it was more than clear that you were not okay in the least.

"It's okay, it's okay." You say hurriedly, lifting your head up so that you can see your trembling body.

"Does your head hurt?" Morax says with one hand hovering behind your back and the other holding your arm.

"N-no, it's gone now." You stammered, it still hurt but it was fading slightly. You still felt a strong sharp pain in your head.

It was hellish, thankfully this one at least didn't go on so long. And this reinforced the fact that you needed to take better painkillers, now you had this problem.

"What happened? Did you feel that out of nowhere?" He looked genuinely concerned, you could tell by the look of astonishment on his face.

"It felt like I was going to lose control. But it's gone now." It was maddening, an agonizing pain.

"I'll take you back. If you'll let me." He says fearfully, clearly hesitant about you.

"Yes, I think we'd better go." All confused, you say.

He helped you to your feet and kept your balance, but soon you were able to do it on your own. He and you had one thing in mind, this could be a momentary condition, or it could be the beginning of a disaster. The beginning of karmic debt, an inevitable fatality.

It would start with the pain, then it could start to drive you crazy. It was an endless suffering. A battle you could never win or escape.

"Do you think this could be-"

You interrupt him, "I don't want to think about the worst, I know my day will come and I hope it's not now." Confidence was what you wanted to have the most, but had the least.

"I can get you some painkillers if you need them. I'll remind you not to hesitate to tell me if you need anything." He says squeezing your hand gently.

"I appreciate it. I'm sorry I broke the mood." And you felt kind of bad about that, since everything was going so well.

"Don't be silly, there's no reason for you to feel that way. We can do this any other day, we're friends now, we have more than enough time for that." He said so soothingly, making you feel at ease.

"Friends, seems fair to me." You say with a little smile, it doesn't even seem like you've known each other for thousands of years.

But for a relationship that had been ended in such a drastic way, it seemed like a good start.

And all along the way Morax acted very careful, always walking slowly so he could keep up with you. Making small talk to pass the time, and once in a while he managed to get a few smiles out of you. And you were enjoying the way things were going, in the end Morax was a person who was very pleasant, in spite of all the regrets.

And it was something new, a friendly relationship like that, as he said. And you felt a little bit lighter being able to talk about certain subjects with him, besides that he was a great listener. And you loved it when he understood as well as you did about a certain subject, making the conversation flow perfectly.

In the end it was a beginning, which so far was in very good terms. And at this point it seemed only fair to give it a chance to let things go, since life had become reasonably quiet.What made it possible for your relationship to take a more peaceful course, at least it had less chance of becoming the disaster that it became.

After all, there is nothing wrong with letting things flow, since it was already going too well for a start.

#genshin imagines #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli #genshin x y/n #zhongli x reader #genshin x you #zhongli imagines #zhongli x you

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black-infertility-life · 26 days

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The Wait (part 2)

Hello my beautiful people

8/21- so I definitely spoke too soon last night. Having a BM did NOT help at all. I was still really nauseous and I woke up this morning at about 330 nauseous. I ended up taking a little (10ml) of the liquid nausea med and that seemed to help at least a little bit. I tried to eat a little bit of cereal before taking my morning meds to see if that would help. I normally don't eat breakfast as eating too early often makes me nauseous. It seemed to help until I got in the car and drove to work. The nausea kicked in once I was off.

+++ it's been a mess of a day. My back has been hurting and I've been nauseous all day. I've also been very uncomfortable too all day. I nearly threw up while driving home but I was able to keep it together. I eventually ate a piece of toast.

+++ Ate a little bit of food (hubby went and got McDonalds) for dinner. I really, really want to test early but I also want to wait... I have support group tomorrow (I'm gonna be annoyed if it gets canceled) so maybe that will help.

8/22- I had my virtual support group which was really nice and helpful. I learned not to ice for Love as it makes it hurt and sting more. I did it without icing and it didn't hurt as much. Ive also decided that I'm going to send an email to my previous doctor. The one who gave me my diagnosis. I need to do it for closure but I also think it's important for him to see how his decisions have affected patients.

+++I tried to get chicken nuggets and 2 pieces of mozzarella sticks. I started gagging while I was eating and couldn't finish. I ended up throwing up right before bed.

8/23- I feel like absolute shit. I still felt so sick when I woke up. I ended up taking nausea medicine which helped. I ended up making myself bleed a bit after the Love shot. My hubby bought some of those Pedialyte pops yesterday and I had put them in the fridge so I took 2 for today. One to eat in the car ride to work and one for later. It helped a little bit.

++++ I ended up bleeding after Hubby gave me the PIO shot tonight. I also stabbed myself with the pink needle so that was fun.

8/24- today's been a day. I've been nauseous on and off all day. The shots have been horrible and I've also felt really tired. Monday is beta day.

8/25- today's been okay, nauseous off and on again. Still super tired. We had our niece over and I felt bad because I'm just so tired and uncomfortable that I just can't play with her the way I did before. Thankfully she didn't seem to mind (if she noticed at all) and just focused a lot on hubby. We walked the puppies later which sorta helped but also didn't at the same time

Love yourself and take care of yourself

ttfn

TRIGGER WARNING!! ⚠️⚠️ Home Testing Results

+++8/21: So listen yall even though I wanted to wait, I decided to test last night because I went to grab one of hubbys shirts from his pile of clean clothes that have been sitting on the bed for a while. idk what is it about his clothes or that bed but anytime his clothes sit there for too long they get a smell. So I always do a smell test and the shirt I wanted made me gag really really bad. like more than usual. so after I was done almost dying I took a test I had and it was a faint positive.

+++8/22-woke up nauseous again and did another test which was a little darker but still a bit faint. I strongly recommend people wait for the beta but it can be soo hard. So at least wait until you're 7-9DPT, as HCG doesn't show up before then.

#black woman #ivf treatment #infertility #blog #embryo transfer #2 week wait

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reddogf13 · 10 months

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Outlast 2: Deliverance CH 13

Also on A03

Status: Incomplete

Rated: M - Dead Dove Do Not Eat This takes place in the Outlast 2 universe after all.

Read from beginning: CH: 1 Death

Previous chap: CH: 12 Wyrd

Next chap: None (coming the ???)

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~Ch: 13 Blight~

Winter came and went, the snow had stopped falling to reveal fresh growth in the forest. The fields full of newly sprouted crops covered the land with green. Blake was eased when he saw it developing so well. Knowing he wouldn't need to buy more cans. His only stress of late was that Val had gone missing around late February. Staying gone until late march before popping up again. He shrugged it off as her checking in at home. Having stayed mainly in Temple Gate at this point for a few months. She's practically moved in, why doesn't she move everyone else? They don't want to? Assuming that was the reason without being able to directly ask. He still didn't want John to be aware that Val was discovered.

Not long after her return, John came forward with a request from Val. “People are getting sick again. We need more medicine and some pain killers.”

“Painkillers? What do they have?”

“We think it's what they had before. Nasty cough, hard breathing, the cold never lets up in the mines.”

“Why the pain killers though?”

“... Val didn't say.” Shifting his shoulders.

“Didn't say or wont tell me?”

“Won't, but I know it's very important.”

“You know it won't help any sickness, right? If someone actually broke a leg they need a doctor.”

“I know, it's for something else. I promise it's very important.”

“Okay.” He sighed. “I'll give one bottle, that's it, unless she tells me what it's for.”

“Thank you, that's all we'll need.”

Blake passed on the bottles. Expecting after a week to hear about the Voltaire's recovery from their ills. John however was missing with Mathew speaking for him instead at the meeting. “Dads sick.” The look Blake shot him had him reaffirm. “He's actually really sick. He's been coughing his lungs out and his necks really swollen. Was too tired to get out of bed this morning.”

Doesn't look like a lie. And so, he dismissed it.

It started off small, easily dismissed by everyone. A day later, A few coughing were thought to have colds. At worst a case of the flu and needed bed rest. A few stayed home from work to rest with others staying to care for family members. A few, became a lot the next day. Many were staying home either sick or caring for others. Waving it off as the flu couldn't be done anymore. People were turning anxious, paranoid of its cause. Many turned their eyes to the freshly integrated healed. Blake felt the tension in groups drifting apart. The healed and the townies before gathered only with themselves to whisper about the other half. Blake called another meeting in almost an emergency fashion. Trying to avoid a panic if he mentioned an outbreak was happening. Afraid to find out what it could be.

John still hadn't returned and others were missing. Confirmed by Mathew. “Liam had trouble this morning and three of Marta's guard. They were all moved for better care.”

Being one of the first ill, Blake had to know. “Your father seen any improvement?”

“No, he's gotten worse. I had to bring him to the infirmary this morning. Others gaining a cough like him are getting just as bad. Something serious is going around.”

Blake wanted to be sure and followed up with a visit. Shocked to see how bad John was in bed. Wheezing worse than him after running for his life. Neck swollen twice past its normal size. His hacking horribly dry that it pained Blake's own throat. Many others left bedridden were in various lesser stages of John's. Aside from John the others were all younger, around Blake's age. Worried further by Mathew passing on another request from Val. “They need more medicine.”

“Have they gotten any better?”

“Doesn't sound like it from what my dad said.”

John wasn't the first. “... I'll give more, but if it doesn't improve then this is something more serious.”

Mathew hung his head low. “Will we have to force a quarantine?”

“Yes.” Blake's answer scared the boy. Quick to reassure him. “Hopefully not long. We have the doctor who can test for things. Our medicine may not work, but another we don't have, could. Keep an eye on anymore cases like this popping up. Keep a written record of any symptoms you notice. I'll take John into town and hopefully we'll find out things soon and get an order on medicine moving.”

Scrubbing down before leaving he ran to gather up a small team to help transport the poor man to town. Making masks out of tightly wrapped gauze Blake, John, Mathew and Jacob crammed into the truck. The doctor saw them right away with Blake standing nearby in the room. Watching the doctor check John over with a mask and gloves. Looking down the back of John's throat his face scrunched up. “Eesh, a lot of gray at the back.”

“Whats that mean?”

“Dead tissue build up, but I think I know what this is now. Your people caught Diphtheria. A bit surprising since this is usually covered by child vaccines. It's a serious infection that causes nasty breathing problems, swollen neck, dead tissue and eventual buildup of toxins in the body.”

“How do we treat it?”

“Almost easy, you got half of it right now, keep the ill on antibiotics. It won't cure, but long as they keep taking them the spreading stops. For the other half, an actual cure, we'll need to order antitoxin. Figure out how many cases you got, because if they're as bad as he is you'll need multiple doses.”

“How long will it take to deliver?”

“On express delivery? Could take three months.”

“Three months?!”

“Maybe six. Antitoxin isn't really demanded on the market like antibiotics. Ain't too easy sneaking a stash away. Seeing a specific medication like that disappear would throw up alarms to the government. Heh, It's easier to commit tax fraud.”

“Can you put in an order TO the government?!”

“And have those assholes come questioning me at my office? No thanks, I ain't lookin' for a vacation in a cell. They'll wanna see why there's a sudden outbreak here and that'll also lead back to your town.”

“Ugh, what if I spread it around? Government can see for themselves then if people visit other doctors.” Feeling awful for tossing up the idea.

“You wanna spread a plague?!”

“Well, what happens if they don't get the antitoxin?”

“Eeh, they might live after ten days, but they'll suffer a lot of organ damage, brain damage and uh, death.” He sighed. “Guess the idea isn't so bad.” Mumbling to himself the next bit. “Maybe I'll get paid by some relief program for this.” Clapping his hands together. “OKAY! Diphtheria's one of the easiest to spread. Drag him through public and let him hack his lungs out. I suggest around morn parkway, red brick avenue, and sunrise drive. They're the fancy rich neighborhoods. Those people can afford a rush to the doctors and we'll have an order in, in a few days. Then maybe a day more, or less for arrival. Rich people can't afford to die, they got money to make!”

Uncomfortable, although somewhat appreciative, by the doctors gung-ho attitude to do this. “Uh, yeah, thanks for the suggestion.” Feeling worse as he paraded John around the town all while he hacked and wheezed. Receiving all sorts of glares from the rich people judging them. He kept it up all day before they returned to Temple Gate. Knowing what people had was serious, he made announcements on the fly down the streets. He didn't want people shoving themselves into the hall for a gathering. Meanwhile he had Mathew move ill to the quarantine. Put on immediate treatment of antibiotics along with the medical staff. Meeting up with him when he was sure the town was warned.

“Mathew I need you to go see Val. Tell her what's going on and that it's very important to move the Voltaire to quarantine. They won't last in the mines without regular care. When we get the antitoxin they'll have to stay for regular treatment afterwards until they're cured. This isn't a small case of pneumonia like last time.”

“Move them to quarantine? I don't know if she'll do that. She hates this place!”

“None of us have much of a choice.”

“I'll try, sir.”

Temple Gate was slammed back by the illness spreading over the day. Tensions were rising in the few snippets of conversations he overheard. “We knew this would happen.” “Those scalled are infecting us.” “Our souls are becoming diseased like theirs.” “We need to reject them.” “Who cares what he said.” “They caused this.” “Cast them out.”

Fuck. What do I say? What he had said already was being tossed to the side.

Undermined by someone else catching attention on the streets. “Our prophet cast them out to protect us. None of you listened and look. You're paying the price of disobedience. Pray, pray to him for forgiveness and ask that a sign be given. Have faith that he will answer us to smite those scall-”

“Farlow!” Blake shouted, silencing his street side gathering.

“What do you want?”

“This is just an illness. It wasn't caused by any shit excuse Knoth made to hide his disgusting sexual abuse.”

He scoffed. “What else could it be? You took them back in and we were soon ravaged by disease. Those filthy lepers were cast out for a reason! If we are to save the rest still healthy you must turn to God. Follow his teach-”

“Knoth's words didn't come from God!”

“What do I expect from a fallen angel? Devil, you drag us down lower each day.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, I'm not that. You done?”

“The lord's work is never done. If you don't attend to it, then I will.” He looked to a few on his right. “Are you ready?” A wide set smile on his face that tensed up the others. “Things will only be right when he is gone. You know this.” Hand pointing from them to Blake.

Each man at his side looked to Blake. One reached for something in a side pocket. Blake tensed in knowing it wasn't a pleasant surprise. A choking hold the air held was cut down by a towering shadow's appearance. Farlows men went pale under her glaring eyes. His own smile dropped into a submissive look away. Watching her from out of the corner of his eye.

“Are you smart, or are you dead men?” It was all the warning she had to give.

They separated themselves from Farlow, who stayed to challenge Marta with a silent glare.

“Well?”

“... May God forgive you.” Trotting off out of view.

“Hmph, fool.”

“Thanks.” Blake sighed out the next. “Have any good news?”

She shook her head. “More of the healed are being harassed. Me and the guard have been separating arguers all day.”

He rubbed his head, unsure of what to say.

“Hate to say, but more of my guard is falling to the sickness. By tonight they'll have to enter quarantine, If not sooner.”

“Alright. Stay on patrol as much as you can.” Their meeting kept short to return to their duties.

Blake handed out what meds they could until they were out. Left waiting for when the antitoxin would come in. Mathew came back with more bad news by Val refusing to move her clan into quarantine. Blake let out a chain of curses. Dammit Val, why not?! “Tell her-”

Interrupted by Mathew stating how dead serious Val was on the matter. “They won't be moved anywhere near Temple Gate. No negotiating.”

“Fuck, fine, okay.” Having no choice but to let Val handle her cases. Driving back and forth to the town for the next couple of days. Picking up more supplies of antibiotics with the hopes that the antitoxin would be there as well. The disease spreading rapidly had slammed to a complete stop from the antibiotics. Soon as someone coughed they were sent to quarantine. The healthy remaining were doing their best to run Temple Gate on a skeleton crew.

Blake was repeatedly hit with a barrage of questions. “Can you do something?” “Does God not help his angels?” “Why isn't the medicine helping like before?” “Did the scalled cause this?” “Should we cast them out?” “Are we diseased of the soul?” “How long do the ill have?” ��Should we prepare a fire burial?” “When will you reap them?” His answers fell on deaf ears as their faith in him waned. The rest he had no solid answers for. “Shouldn't the Angel of Death know?”

His nightmares were asking the same questions. Lynn sitting on a throne of rocks with her organs stretched from her carved body to tangle with the tree branches. Time flashing between day and night. Her body looked more intact one moment then half rotten the next with flies swarming out her openings. “Have you told them they're dying? Why haven't you started on the coffins?” She smiled unnaturally wide. A mouth of teeth stained by blood letting insects swarm in between. “You prefer to watch don't you? You looked at her body and wanted to see more.” Her voice deepened to another's he didn't want to hear. “I can help. It's natural. Just let me-”

He jolted up from bed to cover his mouth. Ready to vomit if he hadn't swallowed it down. “Ugh, shit.” He breathed out. His skin prickled at the last words repeating in his mind. Remembering them, yet he wasn't sure where from. They came from him, but not during his time at St. Sybil. Further into his thoughts he tensed to not go any deeper. Facing a wall of not only warning, but a physical threat to turn back. Heeding it he focused on what the day may bring. Fresh morning turned sour as soon as he stepped out the hall. Marta was separating a bunch of complainers. Looking as interested as anybody would listening to children argue over something stupid.

Holding back he wanted to hear everything first before interfering. Expecting Marta to solve the issue without him anyway. It was the same old complaints he'd gotten the past few days. Looping over and over it was getting nowhere with Marta. Stepping forward to get in the mix he started up his list of explanations. Reasons falling on deaf ears all the other times he expected the same here. “I'm trying. I've talked to the doctor and we-” A screech of pain caught everyone's attention. Blake ran in the direction and Marta ran ahead before he got far. Finding the source of the sound within a group of men. One held his bloody face, gouged across, with two palms. Another held their own broken nose that bled as much. Three more around them unable to offer much in the way of help.

Marta reached them first. “What happened?”

One of the uninjured answered. “Fuckin' one of the scalled.” Glancing away. “We was mindin' our business when one of 'em crossed us. Started rantin' some gibberish an' we told 'em to go away. Wouldn't let up.”

Blake was listening at first then tuned out the longer their side was explained.

Glances switched between him, Marta and the ground. “We walked away from 'em and they followed us.” Crossing his arms his fingers tapped over one. “We just had enough. Shoved 'em away and they freaked out on us. Almost took Greg's eye an' knocked Dole's nose sideways. Guess they realized the fuck up an' ran off.” Shifting himself in a sway that made Blake sea sick.

Marta had looked away from him toward the ground. A separating set of tracks had her scrunch her face up. Mumbling verses under her breath she faced them. “You see their face?”

“No, they were covered like every other scalled.”

“Mm.” A knowing glance given to Blake. “In all black I assume?”

“Ye-”

Blake interrupted. “This is a bunch of horseshit. You all started this.”

“What, you kiddin' me?! It was those diseased rats that-”

“You can work overtime on the farms and wait until your last to get dinner. That goes for all of you.”

“Fuck off you-” They crowded him and only got back when Marta jabbed them in the chest.

“You want a broken nose like him?” Jabbing him a few times. “Get to the farms and you better be there when I get there.” Sending them off ahead of her to speak alone with Blake.

“You think she started it?” Knowing exactly who it was they had the bad luck of crossing.

“Nay, it was them. This has been happening and it's gettin' worse by the day. Attacking healed just for passin' their homes. Haven't had one of them fight back. Too afraid to is my guess on the assumption poor behavior will get them cast out again.”

“I don't know what I can do to fix this. We need the medicine, but the medicine might not be here in the next few days.”

“Should we separate them?” Clarifying. “Around the hospital?”

“I don't want to do that. What if it becomes the old place part two?”

“Can be temporary 'till the medicine gets here. Otherwise you might need to start using that jail instead of the farms.”

“We might not have a big enough jail.”

“Uh, Angel.” A woman's voice grabbed Blake and Marta's attention. A few healed had come forward off a bigger group lagging back. She was covered in light gray fabrics that didn't entirely cover her. Most her arms showing were covered in white gauze. Exposed fingers scared all over matching the skin he could see of her face. Still tinted a red from the thinner layers of skin starting to grow back after so long. Voice on the raspy side after suffering her illness. “We heard you talking, sorry.” Voice kept quiet to avoid offense.

Blake mimicked her volume to not scare them off. “Yes?”

“We wouldn't mind a closed space of our own. If we stay in charge of it… And we could be armed.”

“How armed? I can't give you crossbows.”

“Nothin' like that. We were hopin' mostly for blades. Easy to carry and easy to hide on us. It'll give us a bite to defend ourselves when we need to.”

“I don't want to arm you and make the fights worse.”

“Don't have much else, with how we are after the disease. Some can't run, others can't fight either, but a blade could at least buy them time for help to reach 'em.”

Marta threw in her two cents. “It's gettin' worse, least give them some chance.”

He hummed. “Alright, pick up what you thinks best. I'll find more to give you… You want to make a space? Is that best? The assumptions about you may never get better.”

“Those that care are already treatin' us fine. As for the rest, we don't care much for what they say. They're the ones who chanted for us to be sent to the rotten quarantine in the first place. If we're armed, they're words won't matter if they try sending us again. As for our new space. This time it'll be us making it to keep others out. A home we can run to, lock up tight, and defend long as we need.”

“Sounds more like a fort than a space.”

“That's the idea.”

“Where are you planning on making it?”

“Where most of us are livin' round the hospital.”

“I don't think I can support blocking off the hospital.”

“We ain't stopping people from coming and going unless we really have to. If it gets that dire there will be bigger issues to see to first.” Mentioning a sort of compromise. “For guarding the stock of medicine we wont stock up on food. If we lock down we'll have to leave eventually then.”

“... Alright. I need to plan this out land wise. Come back later around dinner. I might have something planned we can look over or we can at least discuss it better then.”

“Thank you, Angel.”

“You don't gotta...” About to mention the angel thing, but let it go. “What's your name?”

“Asher.”

“You want to lead on this?”

“The fort build?”

“All of it. The fort, the healed.”

“Like a lord?”

“Sure, wouldn't hurt to have another. Mathews in charge of the hospital, but not the healed really. Someone from the healed should get a voice to speak up at the meetings for them.”

“Would love to, Angel. Never lead anythin' before though.”

“That's fine, you'll match everyone else.” Speaking then to Marta. “After you check on the farms can you check what builders we have that aren't sick.”

“Last I checked we had a small group. Liam always drew up the plans though for these big builds.”

“Ah, a wall cant be too hard to build.”

She gave him a sort of side eye then looked away.

“I'll figure it out,” He huffed. “I'll make something out of rocks and Popsicle sticks first.”

“Mmhm. We still visiting the doctor today?”

“Yes, visit the farms, see builders, then we'll go. Should be afternoon by then.”

Blake spent his few hours running around to count the sick. Ordering the worsening cases to go into quarantine. Breaking up fights throughout the day had made him sore. Checking the farms he stood by Marta watching a group of punished trouble makers. James was able to keep up with all the extra hands on top of the regular turned skeleton crew. Making sure James could handle them without Marta watching, they left for the doctors.

Come on, come on, come on! Fearing the doctor would say no as he entered the office.

The secretary seeing him flashed a big grin. “Ay, your meds finally here. Doctors got a bunch of it set up for ya. He wants you to see him first though.”

“Oh, thank God.” Blake took a deep breath. Rushing back to see the doctor.

“Ah, my favorite patient. I assume you got the good news. I wanted to show you how to administer it before you get it.” Gesturing them to head inside one of the exam rooms.

“Administer it?”

“Yes, these don't come in pill form.” Showing two glass bottles in hand. “This one is the antitoxin and this one is a booster the government gave out.” Pointing to one then the other. Setting the anti toxin down to grab a syringe. Pointing to a certain measurement. “This is how much you need to give for a dosage of the antitoxin. This is very important, depending on the case, One shot per week until they start getting better. That should happen after about three weeks for the worst cases.” Taking a dosage from the booster. Showing where the level stopped in the syringe. “This is for the booster. I suggest getting your doses now.” Gesturing to Blake and Marta. “Left you a case with the antitoxin.”

“Thanks.” Blake got ready to take his shot. And Marta getting hers before hauling the crates carefully back home. Blake showed medical staff the dosages along with proper instruction to not share needles between patients. Going elsewhere to give vaccines to those healthy still. Exhausted by the end of the day he met with Mathew again to go have another talk with Val. “Since these aren't pills, I can't chance them making it safely to the mines. If they break we can't get more like the antibiotics. They have to come to quarantine for treatment.

“She doesn't want that. What if we meet at the ration drop off?”

“They got sick first, didn't they? How bad are their cases?”

“As bad as dads.”

“Then they'll need multiple doses over the next four weeks, can they make the multiple journeys back and forth?”

Mathew looked to the floor. “I don't think they can even make one trip.”

“Go tell her to bring them, she has to. I'm willing to help bring them down if that's a problem.”

He sucked in a tense breath, rubbing his head. “Yes, sir.”

The message he got back the next day wasn't anymore cooperative. “She refuses and it's getting hard to talk with her. She wants the medicine delivered and nothing else.”

Goddammit Val! “Tell her, or don't that, that's not happening.” Dropping it there to handle treatment of those listening. Concocting some idea all day about how to handle them. He didn't want to leave them for dead and he'd have to work fast to make sure that didn't happen. A day passed without Blake knowing what to do. Another unhelpful message passed on by Mathew. Who didn't want to repeat what Val said. Giving up on that path he figured the only thing to do was to overstep Val's authority entirely.

He called an emergency meeting of a few select lords. John and Liam were sick and Mathew was purposefully left out due to the topic at hand. “We're going to capture the Voltaire for treatment.”

“With what?” James scoffed. “A quarter of the guard are too ill for that. If they don't want treatment, leave 'em up there.”

“We're going and I'm not arguing on this. Tomorrow we're leaving early morning to the mines, including you James. I don't think they'll be in any condition to fight.”

“What about Val?”

“I'll handle her. Meet here, early morning to suit up and go.” Dismissing everyone. Putting the rest of the plan into motion he talked to Marta on the side. “Seen Val in Temple Gate or has she gone?”

“She's been coming here, then leaving shortly after. Mathews not good at keeping the meetings subtle like John. Meeting her around the farm fields every morning.”

“That could work in our favor... Change of plans, without telling him who, have James snag Val for early morning work after her meeting. She'll be distracted long enough for us to reach the mines before her.”

“She's gonna be pissed when she finds out.”

“I know, maybe by some miracle she'll just agree to go along before then.” Separating from Marta to go normally about their day. Worrying until early next morning when he met up with the guard, short three people. Slipping into one of the hefty armored uniforms he picked up a catcher's loop. Sneaking everyone out of Temple Gate before the sun rose. Rowing a boat across the misted lake he watched Temple Gate fade behind them. Stepping onto the shore across the way to continue on foot. Wheezing already at the start of the mountain slope. Wanting to rush the three hour travel there. A moment taken when they met the mouth of the cave. A darkened opening covered by drooping roots out growing their surrounding dirt. Suddenly feeling ill at his last memory of this place. Escaping with Lynn before her grizzly death. Knowing very well that her dying spot wasn't too far from here. Was her body still strung in the trees? Or long rotten by now to become food for crows? Swallowing, he avoided dwelling on the thought traveling too depressingly deep.

Marta certainly noticed his pale complexion. “You alright?”

“Yeah, come on.” He breathed out. Approaching the cave to peek inside its darkening length. He shined a flashlight into it. Seeing nothing much else but mine walls.

“Want me first?” She offered.

“Yeah, but be careful.” Watching her step in before he did. Turning back to the others for a quick instruction. “Stay close and put a hand on the shoulder of the one in front of you. If you're grabbed from the back, we'll know right away.” Doing as they were told down the deep dark cave. Blake could see his own breath with how cold it was getting. The lack of fire making this place feel like a freezer. Fucking hell. It'd be goddamn warmer to sleep outside. Shivering without extra layers for the cold. Winding down the tunnels with multiple piles of rubble still covered in old blood. Stench of rot clinging to them hinted at the buried tunnels being tombs. Watching Marta navigate through the shrinking tunnels was beginning to worry him. Any smaller and she wouldn't be able to continue crouching low enough.

Marta stopped at a widening area. “Mm.”

“What?”

Looking at him over her shoulder. “No ones here.” Stepping forward to let everyone into the cave clearing. A large, half collapsed, room that was covered by spreading cobwebs.

“Stay close, but look around.” Walking further in their was nothing much else. “Fuck, maybe Mathew made her too paranoid and she moved?”

“Doubt it. They've been gone a long while it looks.” Pointing to the various remains of a camp. Shifting her stick through a pile of ashes where a fire used to be made. Old footprints blown away from the breeze coming down the main shaft. Old bloody bandages disintegrating from age. Bones of small animals left in a web covered pile. Spiders infesting all the crevices they could across the rocks.

“Any idea where they could have moved to?”

“Another cave I'd bet. Problem is the mines went all throughout these mountains with various openings. After that storm though, I don't know how many lasted.” Pointing her staff to a massive pile of rubble at the back.”

“Fuck it, we don't have time for this.”

“You're giving up?”

“No, we're heading back and we're going to follow Val.”

“You want to grab the Voltaire then?”

“Yes.”

“While Val's there?”

Blake froze, being in such a rush he didn't stop to think that he'd have to face Val after following her. “Uh… Maybe not today. We'll follow her then return the next.”

“Maybe we should bring Mathew?” Feeding him an idea. “A diplomat to help keep everyone calm. They'll still try to fight the whole way otherwise.”

“Yeah, yes, let's do that.” Starting their three hour travel back to Temple Gate. The group tired from their stressful mission ending in failure.

“Want a small team to go instead of all of us?” Marta hid a suggestion in a question.

“Yeah.” He nodded.

Marta pointed her staff toward two guards. “You two follow us. Rest of you, go get some sleep to head out early tomorrow.” Walking up until they could see the fields from a distance.

“See her?”

“Mm.” Scanning across the horizon. “Yes.”

“Okay, have James let her go. You get them following. I'm going to talk with Mathew one last time to try convincing Val.”

“Good luck.”

He raced over back to quarantine, where he pulled Mathew aside. Urgently whispering his plea. “You have to convince her. This is the last chance I'm going to offer her.”

“I can't convince her! She refuses anything you or I try to offer. She's started shutting me down before I can get a word out if she doesn't like what she hears.”

“Just give it one more try.”

“I-” He heard his father start hacking from the other room. Rushing away from Blake to his side. “You okay?”

“A bit.” Coughing some more. “Ugh, feel like a slug.”

“After a few more weeks you'll be doing better.”

“Shit, how's everyone else doing?”

“Better with the medicine.”

Blake crushed the small uplift. “Except for the Voltaire. Val refuses to cooperate on getting them treatment. We can’t hike the bottles up there and risk breaking them. She refuses to bring them here and making multiple trips for us or them to be treated is not possible. I'm out of options if Mathew can't convince her this time to cooperate, then they're going to die up there.”

“What?! Wait, Let me go this time. I've dealt with her stubbornness a lot more than my boy.”

Mathew argued against that. “You're too sick to go.”

“It's just talking to Val.” Going into a coughing fit he slowed. “Even if she is a pain.”

“Okay.” Blake agreed. “You have to convince her, John. This is her last chance, and make sure she knows that too. Maybe she'll agree then.”

“Yes sir.”

Fearing the day of the raid he held back. Given the news by the scouting guards where the new Voltaire cave was. Finding that it was actually further south from the new quarantine zone. Still being a six hour journey there and back. When the day after tomorrow came, Marta kept watch for Val and John to meet by the fields. Running to gather the guard and James for a repeat of distracting Val until they returned. Snagged for farming duty before she could slip away after meeting John. Blake went off to get the final message from him. It wasn't good based on his expression.

“So that's it then?” Blake confirmed.

“... Can I try again?” His voice softened to defeat.

“That was it, no more talking, we can't wait any longer. But I won't let them die either. I'm going over Val and you have a choice to make. I know Val's been in Temple Gate. I know where the Voltaire moved to. I will be heading out with the guard to capture them for treatment. Either you wait in jail until me and my group returns or you come with us to act as diplomat.”

“NO!” John panicked. “YOU CAN'T DO THAT! I CAN'T DO THAT!” Suffering an absolute breakdown as a coughing fit took over. “If she finds out, she'll kill us!” He wheezed between fits. “ALL of us! She'll burn this place to the ground! YOU CAN'T!”

Blake was almost startled back. Swallowing down what nerves crept up from his gut. This has to be done. “Those are your choices. If you stay, I'll have to take Mathew. It's going to happen even if the both of you refuse. With one of you however, we hope to keep everyone calm and safe.”

John repeated on the verge of tears. “You can't, you can't, you can't!”

“If I don't they'll all die! Is that better?! Val's forced my hand!”

“Let me talk to her! Let me-”

“NO! I'm not giving you the chance to warn her we're coming. Are you coming with us? Or do I have to jail you to stay quiet and ask Mathew instead?”

Holding back another fit. “No! I'll go, I'll go! Please-” Sniffling away the tears to pull himself together. Wheezing another plea. “Please, this is going to go horribly wrong! Please don't!” Fresh tears collected.

“I'll make sure no one gets hurt.” Assisting John in walking out to the lake where they met the guard.

“You don't understand! You don't understand! You don't-” He mumbled repeatedly as they crossed the lake. Mumbling various other panicked warnings not to continue. Landing on the other side they followed up an overgrown trail toward the new Voltaire home. John mentally breaking down the closer they got. Seeing the new cave entrance, Blake went to John's side for a calming talk. Rubbing one of John's shoulders to help pull him together.

“Vals not here, okay? I made sure she's distracted. I don't want anybody hurt. We're doing this to make sure they get treated and cared for. After you, Marta's going in to make sure everybody's calm. To keep everyone safe on the way back they'll have to be tied. When we finally do get back we're setting them in the jail instead of quarantine. Only because I don't know how they'll react or if Val will try to make them break quarantine. Take some deep breaths and go talk to them. You have a minute to let them know what's going to happen. Any longer and I'll assume they're trying to take a back exit.”

He sniffed and wheezed until he could speak again. “O-okay, just give me a minute.” Rubbing his face before walking up into the cave.

Blake tapped his foot the longer John took. Wind blowing through the trees above, his eyes darted to a few falling pine needles. Mistaken as movement from a person hiding in the tree line. He glanced back to see the town off in the distance across the misty lake. Switching to check on his team standing by. Their attention caught between the cave and on falling needles. Marta was locked onto the mouth of the cave. He ignored the shifting sounds around him to focus on Marta's reaction. If someone approached from anywhere, she would know. It felt like time had stopped on the outside. Facing the entrance he was fidgeting on whether to go in or not. Stiffening when Marta perked at an approach inside the cave.

“Okay.” John stepped from the inside. “Uh- Most will follow, but Ayzel. You've met him before. Don't turn your back on him and I would keep him extra tied.” He warned before stepping out of the way.

“Thank you.” Helping John sit down on a log.

Waiting for Marta to duck into the cave before he followed right behind. Guards walking closely front to back with hands on shoulders. Passing by the start of tunnels that could have an ambush waiting. Passing by they saw all were collapsed like the last mining tunnel. Lacking its distinct smell of death this time. Air turned cold enough to see their breath again. Made worse by the wind blowing in he double checked if their was frost on his arms. Marta slowed toward the middle of the main tunnel. Squeezing by a cluster of annoying roots on the wall. Slowing onward before the tunnel grew wider ahead. Holding out a palm to make Blake stay back. At the end she was jumped by the one warned of. Slashing at her with a broken blade. She slammed the air out of him with a punch to the ribs. Knocking him down with a slam of her cane to his face. Grabbing his neck to pin him down fully.

“Fuck off bitchh!” He spat at her. Slurring words while over pronouncing others past his crooked jaw. “I'll rip out every organ you hhave! Keep your hhead ash a trophy!” Raging against her grip. She held him without much struggle until the rest of the guard swarmed in to tie him. Binding him so much he'd need to be carried the whole way back. “Fucking Temple Gate bastards! Wretched whhore maggots!” Continuing his verbal assault from the ground.

Blake ignored the shouting to study the home of the Voltaire. It was Homey-er then he expected an old mining cave to be. Upside down carts turned into tables with logs for benches. A small carved out area for a fire pit covered by a red metal barrel holding the huge pot he gave. Its surroundings a makeshift kitchen holding the other cooking pots and boxes of rations next to a flat rock covered in old blood for butchering. Beds holding all the sick members were made of twigs, bones and various furs for cover other than the blankets given. Noticing Val's artistry using twigs to assemble small bits of artwork. A goat, made of them, sitting on one of the tables. Birds and a few small dolls made in a similar fashion stuck on the walls. Nothing like the last huge satanic idols she made in the other caves.

The Voltaire themselves appeared as sick as Blake expected them to be. Most laying down or sitting up in bed looking exhausted from hacking all the time. Coughing regularly kept silence from filling the room. Pained by their wheezing of each breath he planned how to hike them down the mountain side. “Take him outside.” Blake ordered for Ayzel, who shouted all sorts of insults. “Okay, to clarify what John had to rush through.” He started toward the remaining. “We're taking you to Temple Gate for treatment of your illness. Regular pills alone can't cure it and you'll need multiple doses depending on how sick you are. When you're cured you can come right back here. Before then, you'll be forced to stay in quarantine there between one to three weeks, depending.” Gesturing for the guard to start gathering people.

Without a fuss they were gathered for their hands to be tied and seated outside before the walk back would begin. Blake walked out with a squeeze by the annoying root cluster. Joining Marta's side who watched over it all. Standing by her side he held himself from fidgeting under all the stares. Judging by how they locked only on him, they knew who he was. Shifting his gaze to keep from staring he watched how his guard worked. Weather any were showing old grudges in their treatment toward the once enemies. None of them were rougher then they needed to be. Standing by in waiting for the next step as things wrapped up. Turning to John fidgeting on a log he tensed up each time someone went in to fetch another. Tensing at each walk out then relaxing. When the guards stopped bringing people out, he still glanced at the cave. Rubbing his face he looked away briefly to let out a long breath fogging the cold air. Blake looked away to the cave. A move that had him see John tense up again. Disturbed their house enough I guess. Raking a hand through his hair he stepped forward to give the final order to leave. Quieted by Marta's staff smacking into his chest.

He looked at her and she whispered. “Two are missing.”

Whispering back. “How do you know?”

“Twenty-seven rations, but only twenty-five.” Cane waved in gesture to the seated.

“Extras? Or...” Thinking the worst.

“Look at him.” Tipping her head to John. Looks shot toward the cave whenever someone so much as walked close to it. “He's hidin' something.” Heading back for the cave followed by Blake.

He gave one glance back to John and saw how wide eyed tense he got. Reaching the room they followed its edges in search of anything they missed. Without anything there Marta took to checking under furniture. Chucking a mine cart to the side created a loud clank.

“Ay!” Stopping her thrashing of the place. “Don't mess up their home! They'll want to return here later.”

She grumbled something then loosely set the mine cart back where it was. Passing to check the next more gingerly, then under the beds.

He mumbled after they scoured the place. “Well, I'm not seeing anything. Let's go.”

Her hum sounded agreeing, but still held suspicion. Hesitant to leave after being asked to. Midway out she looked to the collection of roots. Pausing to study them up and down then looking around down the rest of the tunnel. When Blake looked around with her, he caught on to what she was thinking. Except for this one patch, the tunnel was smoothly rootless. She stepped to the side to knock her cane between the roots. A thunking hollowed sound rumbled out from the knock.

“A door?” He mumbled. Grabbing a bunch of roots to yank free with her. Scraping off a layer of wet clay next to show a slab of wood underneath. “What's behind here?” Feeling around it for a handle of sorts to pull. When he couldn't find anything. “Can you knock it down?” Standing aside as she readied her cane. One bash shoved it free from its frame. Immediately they heard a sound that stilled both their hearts. A baby's cry that was quickly stifled. They looked to one another for reassurance that what they heard was real.

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aaaaaand thats the end of season 1. still working on season 2 so prob no updates for a while. :v/

#Outlast 2 #Blake Langermann #Marta Outlast #Val Outlast #Temple Gate #Outlast 2: Deliverance #Outlast 2 fanfic

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izzy-b-hands · 2 years

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"So you removed the rest of the cannonballs for this?" Roach stares at the Ball Room, now filled with oranges. Literally almost stacked, though being oranges, not very well.

"Temporarily, yes," Stede replies. "Roach. It was good, in the end. But you can do it even better."

"40 Orange Cake," he sighs and kneels to pick up an orange. "How many did you buy, and are they for this exclusively?"

"Approximately ninety, and yes," Stede says. "The other ninety are for day to day operations."

Roach stands and peers out into the hall. "Where did you put them all? And why not most or all of them in here? They'll fall out when we open the door, but-"

"Okay," Ed tromps down towards them, Izzy and a barrel in between them in tow. "Fuck. Move, now both of you, this is heavy!"

He pulls Stede to the side with him so Ed and Izzy can dump the barrel into the Ball Room.

"More oranges," he nods. "I figured. Is this all of them?"

"Shhh," Ed answers softly, gently laying back on the mass of oranges, pulling a grimacing Izzy down beside him. "Let our back spasms stop first, then we'll answer that. Oh my god. They weren't that heavy the first few barrels."

"We didn't fill it up all the way until this time," Izzy groans, and by his face Roach thinks his back might need more than a few moments. "We said we'd be done faster."

"Yeah, I think you guys are done," Roach chuckles and reaches down to pull them up. "Come on. Let everyone else take turns helping bring the rest in. You two can come with me and Captain Stede to the galley."

"I don't think they're up for taste testing at the moment," Stede winces.

"...the galley that's also our infirmary," he sighs as Ed and Izzy lean against and into him to stay upright. "So I can find some salve or something for the pain or, fuck, back massages?"

"Any, all, please," Ed replies weakly. "It was just oranges!"

"The cake?" Stede asks, concern in his eyes.

"Like I said," Roach continues. "All of you come with me. You two, back massages and medicine and despite what's been said-"

"Food?" Izzy whimpers.

"Yes, food. You all can make sure the braywaat is up to par before I serve it to everyone else."

He lays Ed and Izzy out face down on a few layered blankets and pillows on the floor, to save the counter and table space for cooking dinner later. As it is, he's already got prep done and littered on nearly every surface.

"Here," Roach says as he sets the plates of honeyed pastry down by their heads. "Is the dessert to try. You guys just...stay there. Let me grab what you need."

"I'll be honest," Ed says, muffled with his face half in his pillow. "I wasn't planning on being all that helpful, Roach."

"Back injuries will do that to someone."

"We aren't injur-" Izzy rises up, only to go pale and drop back to the floor. "Okay. Fuck. Maybe we're injured."

"Just maybe," Roach smiles. "I'm only a doctor, what the fuck would I know?"

"Are you a chef or a doctor first?" Ed asks.

"Yeah," he replies as he turns to Stede. "Can you grab them some water? Then you can sit and tell me all about this cake you want so badly."

"Nearly One Hundred Oranges Cake," Izzy laughs. "You can't zest enough to make all the leftover peel useful at that number."

Roach can't help but raise a brow as he kneels to gently prod at them both, to see how bad it really is. "True. Plus, none of you even like when I use citrus zest in anything!"

"Probably the more important point," Izzy says. "Could replace our spines with oranges."

"Someone's a little delirious from the pain," Roach muses. "Stede? Captain? Today!"

"I'd be a terrible nurse," Stede fusses but trots over and sets down-

Bowls. Bowls of water.

Roach frowns.

"Well, because they're laying on their stomachs like that," Stede stammers. "I thought it would be easier... I've seen people drink coffee from these!"

"Why did you think that telling me that would make this less weird?" Roach asks. "Whatever, I see what you were getting at, and it might be better in the end."

"I can smell honey and warm pastry and I want to eat," Ed whines. "I don't care what the water is i-well. I care a little. It's clean, right?"

"Yes," he slides the bowls close enough for them to use, and tries not to laugh when they both awkwardly sip. "Now, pain relief. I've got a couple options, opium or-"

"That's fine," Izzy interrupts. "I'd honestly take anything right now. Even a knife."

"To carve your spine out?" Roach asks and straddles him. "No. We'll stick with opium, honey, dough, and a massage. Now, if part of it were already sticking out of your skin, however-"

"Oh."

He'd honestly forgotten Captain Stede was standing there. "Shit, sorry, bit too explicit?"

"Bit much," Stede nods. "I'll go grab the opium and the little travel size medicine chest, in case there's anything else they need..."

Finally, with Ed and Izzy dosed and fed and watered and about to be massaged, his thoughts return to the Ridiculously Orange Cake.

"Tell me why exactly we need to make this recipe again," Roach says as he helps Izzy out of his vest and shirt. "While I see if I can work...hm. I'm gonna ballpark at least forty years of stress, out of here."

"I can hear you," Izzy mutters.

"Yeah, only because you haven't fallen asleep yet," Roach gently pats his face like one might pat the side of a dog. "Give everything else like. Five minutes to kick in."

"Might need more braywaat to work the first twenty years out."

"Or you just want more food."

"Or I'm horribly injured and only honey and pastry will cure me."

"...as a doctor, I cannot disprove that."

"I'll fetch more," Stede says. "Roach, could I-"

"Feel free to sample some too. I'll need to make more at this rate anyway."

Stede comes back with more for all of them, and sits near Ed. "Roach. I fear I should make a confession."

"You just want more cake, don't you? It isn't about making it better."

"It was a good cake."

"Say the other thing," Ed and Izzy say in one voice.

"I'm sorry I was a bitch about the first one. It was decently orangeish."

"Apology accepted," Roach shakes his head and starts in on Izzy's back. "What if we added orange marmalade to the layers in between?"

Stede's eyes light up.

"Buttons claims he knows how to make some orange booze thing," Izzy offers, face muffled in his pillow. "Could serve that with it."

"I like it," Stede smiles. "So tonight, mayb-"

"Captain."

"Right, fix up the lads first, then cake making!"

Roach resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Yes. Once they both pass out and sleep I'll start it, how about that? You can even help if you want."

He's not giving himself an easy night here.

But now he's even more determined than ever to remake the damn cake and make it taste like an overdose of oranges.

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angry-geese · 3 years

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Hello. I found your last post by Sukuna very nicely written. Can I make a request for this? S/o didn't feel very good there. Would you write a scenario where s/o has a very bad cold?

of course anon! here you go <3

Oddity - Sukuna x Reader

Warnings: none! mention of illness but its just a cold. sukuna being dramatic as usual. sfw. gn!reader

a/n: This one is quite a bit more light-hearted than the last. I went with true form Sukuna because i'm absolutely feral for monstrous men being soft for their s/o's

Word Count: 1.4k

Your arms stretch out only to find the other side of the bed cold.

The previous night hardly brought any rest. You awake exhausted, and with a headache, and you'd very much like to stay in bed, but the dryness in your throat makes you stir. Your throat hurts, talking is a chore. You have a cough that doesn't want to go away. It's interrupting your sleep, making you irritable.

Sukuna is the first to figure out something's wrong.

He doesn't need sleep the same way humans do, but when he lays next to you, he dreams for the first time in centuries. There's something oddly human about waking up next to you. He lost his humanity long ago. The man is a monster. But when he’s next to you, slivers of his old self shine through. His feelings on that are conflicted. He wasn't very good when he was human, but all humans have their similarities. All humans dream. That's part of what makes them human. His feelings about that are conflicted. Not all dreams are good. And Sukuna finds himself irritated that he can't control them.

When he has the time, he stays until you wake up. He has all the time in the world to do what he wants. You don't. So when you sleep, he only wants to be by your side. This morning was a special case. Someone demanded the King of Curses’ attention. He’s not sure what could be more important than him spending his morning with you, his beloved pet, but it required him to leave.

He’s far from sentimental. But you’ve grown on him. Though he can't stand most humans, the things you do interests him. He makes note of each and every one of your small habits.

You go about your morning like usual. Aside from overall feeling awful, you think nothing of it. It's not bad enough that you can't ignore it. Your first instinct is to say it's allergies. You’re not sure what's around here that causes them, but it's the first to come to mind. There’s not a whole lot you can do about them. At best you can wait them out. They were never that bad anyway. Your lack of sleep has left you tired, and short tempered. He blames it on the fragility of humans. Sukuna, in turn, has managed to piss you off first thing in the morning.

He leaves you alone for a good part of the morning. He finds himself irritable, his mood souring. Your bad mood only makes his worse. Any servants that bother him are quickly dismissed. Word spreads to leave him be.

When you only get worse, he gets worried. It's times like these that Sukuna realizes he doesn't know a whole lot about how humans work. Unless he’s causing it, illnesses all but slip his mind. He knows how to cause harm, but fixing it is a different story. Though he's normally calm and collected, his mind immediately goes to the worst. To him, you're dying.

Never in his life could he imagine himself getting so worked up over a human. He curses himself for it. Humans are fragile creatures. Their life is fleeting. Death is a silent, constant companion, walking hand in hand with life itself.

You’ve gone back to bed when he returns to your shared room. The curtains have been drawn tight, not allowing any light to pass in. Bright light makes your head hurt. You’re content with staying in bed until late into the day. If that's what you want, he can't see himself arguing with you.

The mattress dips under his weight as he sits. You grumble something, still half asleep. His hand smooths across your back. He’s not sure what he wants, but some part of him has to touch you. His nails are getting long, and feel nice against your back. Your pride wants you to tell him to piss off, but him scratching your back feels too nice.

He doesn't remember you getting injured. You show no sign of injury, so that’s quickly ruled out. At first he thinks you’ve been poisoned. You have not. Nobody in their right mind would poison you, mostly out of fear of Sukuna’s wrath. Their fear of him transfers over into a fear of you. Not that you’re as frightening as the king of curses himself, but out of fear of what he would do after.

"You're hurt." He says.

"It's a cold," you say, "I'll live."

You aren't noticeably warmer, but you are feverish. The back of his hand presses to your forehead. He's not sure what he's looking for, but he's seen this done before by mothers consoling their sick children. When humans get sick, they warm up. He knows that. He wants to call for Uraume. The man knows more about humans than he does- he is one. If he asks you, you’ll only say you’re fine, and wave him off.

"I'm alright," you say, "it's just something I've got to wait out."

He thinks he understands. Outward his only emotion is indifference. His mood does improve. You’re not dying. There's that. Even after being reassured you’ll be alright, he’s still worried. He knows humans are fragile. But they’re also rather persistent.

You audibly protest when he pulls away.

“I thought you wanted me to go away.” He says, following this with a dark laugh.

“I do!”

“Then why are you trying so hard to make me stay?” He asks.

As you try to stand, he moves, preventing you from doing so. Frustrated with him, you try to shove him aside. You do nothing to him. Even in a non-weakened state, he’s much stronger than you. Fighting against him is futile, but you do so to preserve your pride. You can't give up without putting up some sort of a fight. His chest presses against yours, your smaller body is caged in his arms. He litters your neck with wet, open mouth kisses. His lips are soft, and tickle your skin, sending you into a giggling fit. A coughing fit wracks your body, making you double over. You let out a squeak as he pulls you into his arms, cradling your body against his chest. Your arms loop around his neck. He runs warm naturally, you’re rather glad to steal his body heat.

“Do I have to hold you down?” He asks. “Or are you going to stay put and let me take care of you?”

You nod, too tired to put up much more of a fight. Your stubbornness, however irritating at times, was endearing to him. He pulls the blankets up around you, tucking them under your chin.

Sukuna slips out of the room, leaving the door open. He doesn't plan on being gone long. The hall is well-lit, albeit unusually quiet. A moment later he returns with tea, mixed with lots of honey. If you need it, he’ll have a servant fetch you medicine. You don't seem to be at that point yet.

When he returns, you’re still in the same spot. You sit up once you see him. He sits, opening his arms. Instinctively you go into them. He’s dragging you into his lap as if you weigh nothing. To him you don't. It's both impressive and terrifying. Your body feels so small and arm against his, he can't help but huddle closer to you, trying to leech off of your warmth.

He holds the cup up to your lips. It's warm against your already feverish skin. Your hands wrap around his, and the cup, as you drink greedily. The warmth of the drink leaves you feeling sleepy, the honey helps with your sore throat. He sets the cup down on the bedside table with a thunk. Steam coils off the surface of the tea.

The intimacy of the moment does not go over his head. It's far too early for him to go to bed, but since you insist, he can't find it in himself to refuse. His hand cups your cheeks as he leans down to kiss your forehead.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush to his chest. Your head leans against the crook of his neck. Your fingers idly trace along his tattoos. He pulls the blankets up around you, tucking them around your shoulders.

It's still early in the day, but in his arms, your head resting against his chest, you find yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.

You’re feeling better already.

#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #sukuna fluff #possibly uncharacteristically soft sukuna #cw illness #fluff

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ventura-starlight · 3 years

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sick day >♡<

notes: tee hee hello everyone!! happy late new year! I wanted to wait until I redid some of my blog stuff [theme, tags, etc.] but I'm very indecisive so it's taking far too long! I wrote this while sick this past week and so it's not very well edited but it's something lmao!

warnings: illusions to vomiting but no specific descriptions, being sick

AKAASHI-

♡your stomach turned as soon as you attempted to wake up in the morning. your boyfriend, akaashi, was already at work by the time you woke up. You try everything you can, you took a hot shower, take medicine, ate a little breakfast, and attempt to get to work. However, as soon as you were about to leave your small apartment your stomach decided the restroom would be a much better place to be. as you cleaned your face you called your boss, called in sick for the day, and texted akaashi.

<3: You're sick?

you: yes keji :( I called in sick from work and plan on just staying home today.

<3: I'll be home soon.

♡about 20 minutes later you hear the door open, grocery bags rustling, adding some much-needed noise to the near-silent apartment.

"Y/N? where are you?"

"in the room keji!" you called out. your voice was a little hoarse from the visit to the basin of the toilet this morning. As soon as akaashi came in you can tell he was focused.

"I brought everything you need y/n, medicine, food for when your stomach issues subside, tea, blankets, I also got you a cold towel since you are probably burning up-"

"keji." he turned his head to look at you,

"yes?"

"I love you, thank you." he lightly laughed through his nose, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

"you have no reason to thank me. I love you as well," a comfortable silence fell over the two of you, "but if you think this is going to get you out of your medicine you are sorely mistaken."

"keji!!"

ATSUMU-

♡everything was fine until you got to work. you brushed the dizzy feeling that set in as you began the workday, 'there is a storm coming in, that's probably why' you concluded with yourself. after about an hour of work, the dizziness didn't subside, and instead your hands began to shake, and the piercing headache set in entirely.

as you got up to get some water you're head began to spin and before you knew it you're eyesight went dark.

it wasn't a busy day at the office and considering the fact you had fainted for a few minutes your boss was going to send you home. your co-worker was going to grab your stuff left at your desk as your phone pinged.

tsum tsum <3: your boss called me, I'm on my way to pick you up. I don't want you driving okay? we can get your car later.

you: atsumu you don't have to skip practice. I know it's important to be there :(

tsum tsum <3: y/n I promise it's okay. I love you and I'll see you soon

♡shortly, atsumu walked into the office and guided you to the car.

"What happened baby?" Atsumu asked once you were in the car. you explained the whole story, atsumu's eyebrows beginning to furrow. "Why didn't ya' call or text me? I would've come to help."

"Because I didn't think it was much to worry about Atsumu. I'm sorry" you frowned and looked out the window. Atsumu sighed softly

"Ya' don't have to apologize Y/N. and you are always someone I worry about. I love ya' too much to not"

OSAMU-

♡samu' had been sick just a few days before. he never gets affected by being sick but that didn't mean you weren't susceptible to any lurking illness. you woke up to osamu rustling around in the kitchen, you could smell the warm coffee as it brewed throughout the calm apartment.

as you ventured out, blanket wrapped around your shivering frame. 'is it colder than usual this morning?' you thought to yourself as you entered the kitchen. osamu was buying himself and you stood to admire him. he chuckled lightly to himself "Good morning Y/N."

you cleared your froggy throat "G-*ahem* Good Morning Samu" this caused his attention to snap towards you. His eyes widened and he shook his head. "what's wrong?" you asked him as he shut off the stove.

he began to push you back towards your room "I told you not to worry about me Y/N and now you're sick too!" He chastised you lightly and began to prep your bed with a warm towel for your head. He gestured at you harshly to lie down. You followed his guidance teasing him for being so particular.

"I'm going to take your temperature Y/N" He said as he held up the small thermometer that went under your tongue. You giggled and he sighed "Y/N please hold still" he smiled lightly as you called down enough to take your temperature.

"Just as I thought!" Osamu huffed as he looked at the thermometer, "You're running a fever. Lie down and I'll be right back" As you lied down he went and brought you breakfast, along with the medicines you recognized from when he was sick. "Thank you for taking care of me." You smiled at him.

He kissed your cheek and sighed, "It's only fair love. You take such good care of me always. This is the least I can do"

property of angelicstrwbrry 2022, reblogs are appreciated, stolen writing is not!!

I also wanted to say I'm so thankful for 500 followers! I passed that milestone right after the new year and just couldn't process it <3 I love you all so much :> I probably won't do an event for it just because I get behind but maybe I can do one at 550 !!

#akaashi x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #akaashi imagine #atsumu imagine #osamu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagine #angelicstrwbrry 🍓#angelics.haikyuu.txt #winter dream 🌨

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How Bum Geon Woo communicates through his body language (Plus how he's actually giving the special treatment Eui Joon's been yearning for)

I reread DCS for, like, the tenth time now. Yes, I'm obsessed ohmygod! I'm liking how these two characters are written so far. I originally wanted to break down just Chapters 20-24 of DCS because the first time I read it I got just a little annoyed with how Geon Woo (a.k.a. Ahjussi) was, let's say, just kind of pushing Euijoon's limits. But I ended up doing more than just Chapters 20-24. Dios mio.

I was just a little tired of seeing the same trend with guys in manhwa. They always seem to be domineering, especially if their partner is the "sweet and naive" archetype. (Eui Joon, I think, does not really fit into this mold.) Of course, that's usually because they're dealing with their own issues, and I don't really blame them.

But I like DCS because it justified that kind of behavior in Geon Woo when he was having sex with Eui Joon (in Chapters 20-24, particularly). Lol I'm probably the only one who realized this later than I should have ehehe. I'm still posting this tho.

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD‼️‼️

His antics speak volumes. It's amazing how I missed all those details just because the sex scenes were. Steamy. As. Fuck. Good lordy! Geon Woo is definitely a man of few words (He once said Eui Joon makes him talk like he would for a whole year, haha!), so it would make sense to communicate whatever's going through his mind in a situation through body language.

I also want to add the times that he makes the effort to hold a conversation with Eui Joon. Geon Woo doesn't really talk when he doesn't need to, so it's important to pay attention to his actions.

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Chapters 0-12

The first time we get a glimpse of Geon Woo's side of the story was when Eui Joon finally confesses to the person who's been his crush for 3 effing years, Hyeon Woo. Eui Joon is inexplicably happy when Hyeon Woo says he'll consider and comes to the convenience store in good spirits. Geon Woo, keen as always, notices, and when Eui Joon tells him what happened this is what we get:

It's the way it was framed. How we see his reaction from behind rather than from the front. He turns away, seeming to go inward and brood once again.

Afterwards, another gangster comes. The guy challenges Geon Woo for taking too long at the front of the line. Geon Woo asks Eui Joon if he smokes, and when he replies that he doesn't, Geon Woo "borrows" the lighter on the countertop and uses that to throw a stronger punch to the man behind him, who temporarily falls unconscious. Geon Woo turns back to Eui Joon, seeming to have something else to say. But he sees the frightened look on Eui Joon's face and decides to keep it to himself before leaving through the door.

"And..." He pauses, turning to Eui Joon. "... Never mind. Good work."

JUST WHAT WAS HE ABOUT TO SAY?!?!?!

In the succeeding panel, Eui Joon is nonplussed. He wonders out loud, "What is happening?" Couldn't have said it better, girl. Geon Woo was just taking out his frustration and he had the perfect opportunity at the moment.

The second time was when Geon Woo invites Eui Joon to drink after the incident with Hyeon Woo (who basically asks Eui Joon to cheat with him and inebriates him—probably with the intention to take advantage of him). From the side stories, we learn that Geon Woo has taken an interest in Eui Joon after seeing him for the second time, and when he comes by through the hallway—finally discovering they were neighbors—and witnesses the two, he sees it as a chance with Eui Joon.

He invites Eui Joon out to drink, after Eui Joon's suggestion for a dinner at 2 in the morning fails to entice him. Eui Joon rambles his questions away, wanting to get to know him better, but Geon Woo doesn't immediately answer and catches him off guard when he "casually" inquires after his sexuality. Not the smoothest move there, lol, but in the side stories we see that wasn't really his intention.

"Damn it, why did I ask that question? It just slipped out..."

He answers Eui Joon's questions afterwards, surprising Eui Joon with the fact that he's actually been listening to what he's been saying for the past minute. We're starting to see just what kind of a person he is (Listening skills are always a plus in my book).

A little later, we see them on their way back to the apartment. Eui Joon asks Geon Woo to tell him anything interesting because he's been the one talking all night. Geon Woo acquiesces, asking a question that may have been part in consideration of Eui Joon's vulnerable state, and perhaps also part due to the possibility that he worried about him.

"Come to think of it... School has already started. Isn't it tiring to work 'til dawn? Aren't you working too much?"

Geon Woo's face is a little hard to read. So every subtle change in his expression says something. If you read the manhwa, you'll see the slightest bit of concern in his eyes. It's hard to catch until you've read the side stories (at least for me, haha).

One more thing I like about Geon Woo is that he doesn't meddle when it's not his business. He knows the state of Eui Joon's family—their inability to afford his college tuition, his hospitalized brother—and he knows he can help. I mean, I don't know how wealthy and powerful he is as a gangster but he probably has the means to. But he rarely opens the topic to Eui Joon.

Aaaand onto Chapter 8! Just before the first sex scene in the entire series. Eui Joon is crying because he had a shitty day both at school and at work, poor thing—all because of Hyeon Woo. He cries even more when he notices that Geon Woo, who came to the store every day, didn't come to the store that day. When he encounters him outside, he breaks down, catching Geon Woo off guard.

Geon Woo tells his lackey to leave and asks Eui Joon to stay. Eui Joon tells him he was fine and proceeds to go back to his room, but Geon Woo frightens him when he says he was already being nice. And then we get this:

"Ah, I don't mean it that way... Just a while."

That gentle tug is honestly so uncharacteristic of the usual ruffian behavior we often see from Geon Woo. It's a nice sweet detail that proves what he says in Chapter 26 (when he finally confesses) that he treats Eui Joon differently from others.

Eui Joon cries his heart out to Geon Woo, and Geon Woo just lets him. Afterwards, Eui Joon resolves to forget about Hyeon Woo. By finding someone, hmm, more physically endowed.

"I must find someone more good-looking than him. With a nicer body... And a bigger dick!"

Clueless guy basically described the man beside him.

To that, Geon Woo says:

"How long have you known me? You really dare to say anything like that in front of me?"

Which comes off as slightly hostile at first. The next panel shows a dark aura surrounding Geon Woo, which Eui Joon interprets as distress from his implications of doing it with him—whose sexual preference so far remains ambiguous (In the side stories, we learn that Geon Woo himself struggles with figuring this out.). But then, he surprises Eui Joon when he slowly leans in to kiss him.

CUE SEX SCENE! I pitied Eui Joon a little because he wasn't really in the best state when Geon Woo offered this. In Geon Woo's defense, though, from the moment he found out that Eui Joon was gay he saw doors opening. When Eui Joon said something like that, I think his attraction to Eui Joon finally caught up to him and he couldn't resist the opportunity. He definitely wasn’t distressed by the implication of Eui Joon’s words; he was distressed by the decision he had to make—to go through that door or not. Because he knew he wanted it, even though he was constantly denying it from the start.

“This dirty thought wasn’t something that I have planned from the beginning.”

The day after, Eui Joon is a little rattled. He doesn’t know how to treat Geon Woo after that—not when he realized that sex could be that hot and satisfying (uwu). Geon Woo appears to be unaffected while Eui Jon’s brain is in knots about everything. But the questions Geon Woo asks tell us that he’s beginning to show Eui Joon a little emotion. He asks to see Eui Joon’s face to inspect the healing bruise he got yesterday (the one that Geon Woo covered with a bandaid—which was so sweet, huhu). And then, he asks if he was tired after school.

“Let me see your face.”

“School classes. Are you tired after taking them?”

From my perspective, he wasn’t just asking for the sake of being nice to the person he slept with. The story still hasn’t covered much of Geon Woo’s history to know whether he had been like this with his previous partners. Although there was a moment in Chapter 27 during one of their conversations when he gave us a little glimpse:

Geon Woo: It's normal to cry over pathetic things at your age. Eui Joon: Have you cried like that before too? Geon Woo: No. Eui Joon: Then how do you know that? Geon Woo: I just... know. Because there was a guy like that around.

From the time Geon Woo invited him out to drink, I think Geon Woo was genuinely concerned when he asked how Eui Joon was doing.

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Chapters 13-26

Geon Woo's love language, I think, is his actions. He fights off the gangsters that bully Eui Joon into giving them discounts or even paying for them from his own pockets so they won't have to. He gives Eui Joon food and medicine when he finds out he was sick (the morning after having sex with him in the car for hours, lol). He likes taking care of the person he likes. So in Chapter 26, when he "confesses" to Eui Joon, that was Geon Woo pointing out that he's been doing the same thing all along.

"I mean, look at me just once... What kind of person I am. How I treat you. Take a good look at it. If you think that I'm good, then pick me. If not, you can throw me aside." "But. Before you do, you should understand this. Until then, I don't intend to let you get away."

This "non-confession" (he actually tells Eui Joon it wasn't a confession) actually says a lot about Geon Woo. His attitude towards their relationship is very blunt and straightforward. Once he's made a decision, he stops listening to his doubts and stands by it. I don't really know when Geon Woo decided that he liked Eui Joon. It was more slow-growing. In the side stories though, we see him considering this big-time when this thought crosses his mind:

"There's the common phrase of having the opportunity to meet your fateful love. If there's a sign for it, would it be possible to stay vigilant?"

AHJUSSI YOU SOFT-HEARTED ROMANTIC I CAN'T T^T He becomes more bold with Eui Joon afterwards, but he's still a little prickly. He's constantly weighing his options, trying to figure out in what way will doing the things he does for Eui Joon benefit him, if at all. In Chapter 13, when a customer comes inside the store and forces Eui Joon to pay for what he bought, he's on the scales. But then the memory of that morning flashes through his mind, and he remembers how the simple act of Eui Joon giving him his number had made him smile like an idiot. He beats the customer for him, taking the money he owed, and gives it back to Eui Joon. He even manages to casually ask him out on a date. The guy can be smooth as fuck.

Eui Joon: Are you saying... we should eat together? Geon Woo: Sure. I guess I've done something worth compensating. Will you give me my reward?

Take notes, people! At this point, Eui Joon has gotten him wrapped around his finger, and he didn't even know it! Of course, Eui Joon still thinks their relationship is only purely sexual, but then Geon Woo begins doing these uncharacteristically tender gestures that Eui Joon initially interprets as Geon Woo giving him special treatment.

"Let me see your face." "School classes. Are you tired after them" "I'm thinking that... You'll look good in short hair, too."

And Geon Woo even tries to initiate a conversation with Eui Joon when he feels like Eui Joon couldn't take the awkwardness. A good example was when Geon Woo treats him dinner at the restaurant.

"...." "Is this your first time coming to this kind of place?"

Somehow, these things he does still feel kind of forced, like he was genuinely annoyed at Eui Joon and everything he did. Even when he asks to do it with him again and Eui Joon refuses because he was still sore, there was a moment of frustration that shone through.

It was a sign that Geon Woo was still confused about the things he was feeling towards Eui Joon. He knew he wanted him physically, but then he doesn't take up the woman's offer that evening after Eui Joon refuses him. It wasn't actually written on paper, but knowing Geon Woo's character he might have felt uneasy about going through with it. Not particularly on Eui Joon's behalf, but it may have been unconscious because of his budding feelings.

His feelings were something that rattled him, and he was usually undeterred in any kind of situation. What rattled him more was that Eui Joon didn't know anything about what he was going through.

"Being naturally attracted to you, and going through unfamiliar emotions. This feeling should only be felt at an adolescent age."

We're seeing him from behind again. The use of this perspective in manhwas / mangas / comics usually makes you feel like can't tell what the character's thinking about, but most importantly that they're most likely about to go do or SAY SOMETHING DAMN IMPORTANT. Like, maybe, telling their feelings to the person they like!?!?!

"Eui Joon-Ah. I like you."

ASDFGHJKL DID ANYONE SEE THAT COMING?!?!?!

That actually surprised me hella lot. I'd originally thought Geon Woo was the tsundere type, but he was more honest with his feelings than I believed. However, he hadn't been completely convinced by these feelings until Eui Joon had offered to break it off. Suddenly there was an exit to his situation, but he didn't really feel happy about it. He was frustrated at not being able to properly understand what his words made him feel. Because the truth was he didn't want to break things off. He just wouldn't admit to himself at the time that the reason was he actually wanted Eui Joon.

We could see him debating it himself, poor thing:

"I didn't expect myself to be in a situation where I couldn't even understand my own feelings. I should've figured it out the moment I couldn't understand my sexual preference. I'm not that young anymore... What is this?" "No... It could also be a spur of the moment... It doesn't seem to be like that. It might also be due to pride, but I feel it's not necessary for these kinds of feelings to affect my pride... But even when it's like this, I still want to..."

Geon Woo decides to "have a little fun" before conceding to Eui Joon's request to "end their entanglement". But I've noticed that whenever something bothers Geon Woo too much, he takes a smoke. When Eui Joon makes the suggestion, Geon Woo does just that.

The slightly rough way in which Geon Woo treats him afterwards shows his frustration. He grabs his arm roughly and pulls him towards the car, but he doesn't realize he was hurting Eui Joon's wrist with his own watch until Eui Joon whines in pain—at which point Geon Woo just laces his hand through his instead. Which I thought was so sweet T^T

When Eui Joon freaks out about doing it at the school where he studies and asks Geon Woo to consider it for him, Geon Woo says, "Do I have to consider that for you too?" And when Eui Joon asks for him to do that, Geon Woo replies, "I guess I've been too nice to you." THE MAN WAS FREAKING FRUSTRATED!!! Geon Woo even challenges him to stay quiet, telling him no one will hear them if he does. Throughout the whole thing, Geon Woo wanted to dominate him, daring him to take what pleasure he could give him, but with an aggression that bespeaks the storm in his heart and mind. Reading it back, I realized just how damn hot that scene was. I mean, goddamn. After Geon Woo admits his feelings, there's a serenity about him afterwards. He no longer has to second-guess taking care of Eui Joon or expressing what he felt towards him. He gives him food and medicine the next day since he caught a fever. He "invites himself" to watch a movie with him since they both had nothing to do for the rest of the day. The guy was basically courting Eui Joon, haha. Not a confession, my ass XD

And then, when Eui Joon opens up about how he rejected Hyeon Woo, Geon Woo tells him he'll also wait for him for around three years T^T

MY HEART I CAN'T T ^ T ☙ ☙ ☙ ☙ ☙ So that's kiiind of a long breakdown. I included as little pictures as possible. Copyright and all that. I just really like this series so far. I want to be able to read the original someday. Hopefully I'd be able to learn Korean T^T. If you like this as much as I do, chat me up =D would love to hear other thoughts.

#dangerous convenience store #dcs #bum geon woo #ahjussi #yeo eui joon #bl manhwa

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I need another media officer one, the last one was so cute...maybe she's sick but does everything to help everyone and hides it. Like runs to get Trent a red bull, Dec his monetary unit (sports bra thingy), Hendo some new shin pads, Chilly some gloves etc. They don't notice somethings wrong with her until something happens in front of one of them and they take it in turns to watch over her, cool rag her forehead etc. When they get her to bed. Side-note: I could just imagine the panic on the young lads from this lmao.

Thank you anon :*

- Hi, Jack. Here is your sweatshirt. Please, don't loose it again. - you said with a tired voice. Hopefully, he didn't notice you were sick since he was too busy wearing his new garment. You were pale and had a lot of cramps. Your period came earlier and you didn't bring anything with you, since the international break was just for few days.

- Hey, honey. - said Declan, coming from behind and putting his arm on your shoulders. - I really need some new underwear because I brought with me just few of them and they're not enought. Could you help me, please? - he asked with a puppy face - Pretty please. -

- Of course, I can go in five minutes, if you can wait. - you tried to smile.

- Thank you so much. - he kissed your cheek - You're the best. -

- Oh, since you have to go at the store, can you bring me some gloves? - asked Chilly, running towards the two of you.

- Yes, sure. But you have to offer me a drink, later. - you said.

Both of them laughed and went off, since Southgate arrived and wanted to talk with the team of the match.

You went to the store and brought everything the guys wanted. Unfortunately, there was no pharmacies in your way and your cramps were getting worse. You made anyway your way to the training center.

Immediately, you went to the bathroom and vomited. That happened a lot on the last months when you were on your period.

- Hey, princess. Are you ok? - you heard Mason's voice, while he was gathering your hair with his hands.

- I'm on my period. - you wishpered, trying to clean your mounth with the sleeve of your jacket.

- Oh, honey. I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were sick. - he mumbled, hugging you.

He took you in his arms and went straight to your hotel room. He also brought you a glass of water and helped you to take away that bad taste of vomit.

- Wait here for me. - he said, kissing your forehead.

- I'm not going anywhere, for sure. - both of you smiled and he disappeared.

After some minutes, you heard a soft knock on the door.

- Can I? - you heard Declan's voice.

- Yes, you can. - you said softly.

- Hi, sweetheart. - he said, opening the door. He was followed by Ben and Jordan.

- Why did you not tell us you were sick? - asked Ben, sincerely worried.

- I didn't want to stop working and didn't want to worry you. It's not so bad as it seems. - you mumbled, pulling up the blankets.

- Yes, it is important. - Jordan said, entering in his usual daddy mood.

- I'm completely fine, dad. - you said, looking at him while he was sitting next to you and laying one hand on your forehead.

- Instead, I think you have fever. - he said - Declan, please, bring me a hot rag. Do you fell cold, right? - he asked you, concerned.

- A bit. -

- Yeah, it's defenitely fever. -

He laid the rag on your forehead.

In that moment, both Mason and Jack entered in the room. Mason had his hands full of medicinals and he gave them to Jordan.

- You know what to do with them, dad. - he laughed.

- Yes, luckily, I'm here to look after you. If I wasn't here, you would be totally lost. -

- Wow, chill dad, don't let your ego grow like that. - Jack said and all laughed.

- Ok, (y/n) take this. It will help you with cramps. If you want to sleep, you can. We'll watch over you. - Jordan said. He was definitely a good dad.

You took the pill and closed your eyes, knowing you were in good hands.

#mason mount #declan rice #jack grealish #jordan henderson #ben chilwell

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morimakesfanart · 3 years

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Sindria's Prophet #14

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[AO3]

~POV Mori~

I woke up when it was still dark out. Only the faintest light came in my windows.

I hadn't done anything yesterday. Just laid down and rested for the first time in a long time. The doctor's were convinced I needed one more day of rest, but I knew I was already better. When was the last time I had just let my body rest like that when I wasn't sick? I couldn't remember. This peace was nice.

The quiet of sunrise was only broken by the faint sound of bird calls in the distance. I sat up and closed my eyes. I focused everything on my other senses. I couldn't hear the ocean easily from here. I had wanted to use the sounds of the waves to meditate, but I would just have to do without.

It had been a few days since I last checked in with myself and really focused inward. I could still feel them, all of the Black Rukh that had merged with me back in Balbadd. They were much calmer than before. And they felt like a part of me now, like I might be incomplete if they were suddenly gone. I knew each one from the dreams too. Their lives were mine and each also now knew my life as their own.

Going through all of their lives on the ship would have been painful even without being sick. These were angry souls and they did not welcome the inner peace I was offering easily, but a person's Rukh doesn't lie. After reading this world's truth through my memories they all calmed.

All of us lived lives of loss and poverty and trauma. That must have been another part of why we were able to fully merge in such a short time.

As Black Rukh they couldn't return to the Great Flow where the rest of their loved ones were, but they at least had each other within me.

It was a very strange feeling.

And along with their lives and Rukh, their magoi was also now mine. What had felt like a small pool now felt like a large lake. I had a lot more magoi at my disposal now that they were fully integrated with me.

The Great Bell range and I grounded myself in the present.

Only then did it occur to me that I was probably sick, and suffering from the influx of Rukh separately at the same time. It had been both all along. Whatever illness I had was worsened by my situation with the Rukh. I hadn't lost my magoi manipulation during it, but it was probably learning it ahead of time that had saved me. There's no way such a large amount of Rukh entering me wouldn't have made my body unstable.

Would the doctors understand if I explained it to them? I should ask Sinbad before saying something unnecessary.

The dim light from my windows called to me. I got out of my bed, put on my glasses, and sat on the sill of one them at the encouragement of the waves.

Like this, I could look down and see the Palace court yard. On the other side of the court yard were the Silver Scorpio (martial arts training), and Black Libra (libraries & schools) Towers, behind them to the left was the Red Cancer Tower (military) and fully to the left was the Purple Leo Tower where Sinbad lived. Since I was on a high floor I could easily see all of the towers of the Palace from my windows -all except the White Capricorn Tower where Ja'far does most of his work since that building was on the other side of this one.

It was so strange. Looking at all this made it real that I was really here. How many times had I reread or rewatched scenes wondering what it would feel like to be here?

I rested my head on the window frame as I watched the growing light from the sunrise.

The guards changed.

The sun was fully risen. Ja'far would be waking up Sinbad soon if he hadn't already.

Two people walked out of the Purple Leo Tower -a guard and a woman. She wasn't wearing a uniform. In fact she was wearing less than the citizens I saw the other day.

"Oh, right."

Sinbad has a call girl see to him after Ja'far wakes him up.

I had the 3rd fan book for the anime which contains a day-in-the-life for a bunch of the main characters. It was only in Japanese, but I had learned enough (and could look up what I didn't know) to at least read his schedule.

The direct translation was for a "temporary woman" which from what I've found is the Japanese term for a fem sex worker. I've seen some translations for Magi's extra material refer to them as "call girls" so that was the term I chose to use.

The franchise used the word "harem" in a bunch of places, but purposely didn't use it here. That combined with an omake of Sinbad having a nightmare about being married and having a harem made it clear that Sinbad did not have a harem; he had the whole red-light district of his country to choose from.

Hold on... That book wasn't supposed to reach my house until after I had Isekaied so how did I know it's contents? There were barely any scans or photos of pages online-

*Knock knock*

My thoughts

were cut off when breakfast arrived -with more medicine of course.

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~POV Sinbad~

Nearly a week had passed since King Sinbad had arrived home. There was a lot to catch up on. As much as he wanted to finally relax after everything that happened in Balbadd he didn't really have the time for it. Even after catching up he would still have to prepare for his trip to the Kou Empire. And Ja'far wasn't letting him forget either responsibility.

None of this stopped him from having his slow mornings. He at least gave himself that little slice of heaven.

This was business as usual -at least it was supposed to be- but Sinbad couldn't shake a growing feeling that he couldn't name. It was making him unsettled. The waves didn't give him any answers and drinking hadn't made it go away. It felt similar to missing important.

He wasn't missing any paperwork. There had been an issue with one of their supply ships going missing, and another being delayed, but he had already decided how to proceed. He was definitely interested in the progress the Black Libra Tower was making with testing Mori's theories, but the experiments would take time and they had already scheduled a meeting for an update. The new guests were still settling in. Alibaba was a mess and Aladdin was only marginally better the last time he had visited, but Morgiana was fine and already training with Masrur regularly. According to the doctors reports, Mori would be better in another day or so, and the reports he got from the maids said she was resting every day after giving that partial scroll.

Maybe this was impatience. Aside from his paperwork, everything interesting was either done or waiting for the next step.

Sinbad often walked his country in the evening, but there was no reason he couldn't check on things now. He didn't have time to go for a walk at that moment, but he could spare the magoi needed to use Zepar and fly around the country using the bird he had possessed with the Djinn's power. This wouldn't be the first time he'd done this while working on paperwork.

The bird was sitting on a railing in the city center when Sinbad took over. From this spot he could make some quick rounds in the city and then maybe make a stop in the Black Libra Tower to get a sneak peak at what they had found out so far.

The same old gossip filled most of the streets. Some price complaints, who just had a child, how work was going...

"You're serious? A prophet?”

"My husband saw the scrolls she made from her visions with his own two eyes."

Now that was new gossip.

Sinbad had the bird land near by the two women.

"Oh? What was in them?"

"He said it was like reading secrets of the world."

"Really???"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "Not everyone believes it though so they are all working to test her writing."

"Didn't you just say she was brought in by our King? Do they really think he'd be fooled by some false prophet?"

"I said the same thing! And you know what my husband said? He said that they need to find proof even if they believe the Prophet because otherwise we won't be able to prove it to our allied countries."

"I guess that makes sense..."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Oh! I think I might know what she looks like!”

"What? How? You only learned about her just now."

"When King Sinbad came home, there was a girl on some magical flying cloth, remember? That has to have been the Prophet!"

"I think you're right!"

To two moved on to some other gossip and King had the bird fly towards the Palace. Listening to talk about his Beautiful Prophet reminded him of his mission to peek at what was happening in the Black Libra Tower. Being able to bypass the stairs and the gates made the journey much faster.

The Sun was already in the western side of the sky. Shadows were cast onto the court yard from the Black Libra Tower. The stone of the Green Sagittarius Tower was nearly blinding white from the direct light. Color flashed in the corner of his eye as the bird flew past the upper levels of the guest tower. Before his thoughts had fully registered the familiar shade of nearly black indigo, Sinbad was guiding the bird to investigate. He landed on the railing of one of the windows and looked at the young woman resting against that same window's frame.

Mori looked just as surprised to see a bird land right in front of her as he was to be there. Sinbad had purposely been avoiding using Zepar to spy on Mori since she somehow knew that he had eavesdropped on her before. It had been days since he last saw her, so when she was suddenly an option-

"Heh hehe"

Mori's chuckle and smile took his full attention. He didn't know what had made her laugh, but he hoped she'd do it again.

"Sir, are you aware you are a bird?” After the words passed her lips she was struck by a giggle fit.

Sinbad had no idea what she was thinking or why she had said that to a bird, but he was hearing her voice for the first time in nearly a week so he'd worry about figuring it out later.

When Mori finished laughing at her own joke she leaned her head to the side and watched him. Her hair shifted and another lock spilled over her shoulder. The sight brought attention to the low neckline of the dress she was wearing. If Sinbad was there in person he would have brushed her hair out of the way just to have an excuse to touch her.

"Did you miss me that much?" Her voice was soft and a bit playful. "You didn't have to use Zepar to visit me."

Mori knew it was him! Sinbad jolted and his head hit the back of his chair in his office. How could she tell? Only magicians could see magoi and Rukh to see the spell active on the bird.

"Sin, is something wrong?-” Ja'far had just entered the room to give his afternoon report.

King Sinbad raised a hand for him to be quiet and tapped Zepar's ring to explain the situation. He didn't want to talk and miss something Mori said or did.

The General's expression turned serious and nodded as he went quiet.

When Mori didn't get a response from the bird she added, "Are you surprised that I knew it was you?" Her smile was warm as the sun. "I have read your Fate many times, so I will always recognize you, my King."

Normally, the idea that someone could see through Zepar's magic would concern him, but this didn't. It strengthened his belief that Fate had guided Mori to him.

And the affectionate way she said "my King" at the end made him smile. The waves had moved like this a few times like the last time he had seen her in person, and when he learned she could also feel the waves. The Great Flow of the Rukh was guiding them to the Fate he could see, the one where she lived the rest of her life by his side.

Ja'far sighed. "Just let me know when I can give you my report."

Mori whipped her head towards the door to her room. "They're here early."

There were the sounds of people walking in the hallway, but no voices to denounce who, or their destination. All the same, Mori got up and walked to the door. She opened it before the doctors had a chance to knock.

"How did you...?" One of the doctors asked.

"I recognized the sound of your footsteps," was her answer.

"I see.... And how are you feeling today?"

Mori walked into her room, and spared a glance at the bird still watching her from the window. "I feel fine. Just like yesterday." She turned back towards the door and sat on the edge of her bed. "So can I finally leave this room?"

The doctors were understanding but they still were going to do a full check up first.

Even without the waves it was obvious that Mori was going to be marked as full health. Sinbad would prefer to go see her immediately and give her a tour of the Palace personally, but he was still a King with responsibilities. "Ja'far, Mori has just been declared healthy. What do you think of everyone having dinner together to get everyone better aquatinted?"

"I didn't hear anything about-” Ja'far started and then cut himself when he realized. "Were you just using Zepar to spy on her??"

"Of course not." Sinbad said with all of the confidence of the King he was. "I flew directly to her and she recognized me instantly. I wasn't spying at all."

"She recognized you??" Of course he'd be shocked.

King Sinbad laughed. "She did. Though she was surprised to see me."

"I bet she was surprised to suddenly see a bird in her room. What made you think to use Zepar instead of visiting her in person? You're already getting regular reports on her condition." Ja'far always acted as a buzz kill.

It didn't stop Sinbad from laughing at the situation before finally asking for that report he postponed earlier -conveniently avoiding answering Ja'far's question.

The magician in Mori's room was talking. "Would you be interested in visiting the Black Libra Tower with us? We can show you how the experiments are going. And if possible, would you be willing to answer some questions?"

That was an understandable request, but it could wear her out.

The Prophet was facing away from the windows so Sinbad couldn't see her expression. "I'd really like that actually." But he could hear the excitement growing in her voice.

"Let me get changed real quick." Mori disappeared behind her folding wall and emerged in the outfit he met her in.

Sinbad did not drop control of the bird, but he also didn't follow Mori out of her room. Instead he waited in the window sill until he saw her enter the courtyard and then had the bird fly to the Black Libra Tower.

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As soon as he finished whatever last minute things Ja'far was about to add to his pile, Sinbad would go to the Black Libra Tower and surprise his Beautiful Prophet in person.

~POV Mori~

In the manga and in the anime the only areas shown of the Black Libra Tower were Yamuraiha's office/lab and one of the libraries. I was more than curious about the rest of the facilities.

The first room seemed to be a reception area and had a map of the tower. I only got to glance at the separations between the libraries, offices and class rooms before a tall and lanky magician walked up to us.

"Is this her??” Her short ponytail bounced as she looked between me and my guides.

Isa, the magician who had been taking care of me the past few days, introduced me. "This is Lady Mori, the Prophet!” He acted like he was showing off the coolest toy on the playground.

The tall woman got right up in my face. "I knew she had to be the Prophet! The Rukh don't normally move this way around people."

Before I got to respond she started rambling comments and questions that covered everything in maroon and peacock blue getting sponged across a cream canvas. I stepped back and Isa cut her off. "Lady Mori will be answering everyone's questions in time. We were just on our way to see Yamuraiha so I can show her how everything has been coming along. You are welcome to join us."

She definitely joined us. As did many others who spotted us or were called over by others in our procession.

We walked through a few library areas, and up a few flights of stairs. As we passed various rooms and areas I was told what or who would be inside, but I wouldn't remember any of the specifics until I had a chance to use the space and explore on my own. What did stick was that most of the classrooms were next to the libraries and the labs were near the offices.

Yamuraiha must have heard our group from down the hall because her head popped out from one of the rooms ahead of us. "What is going on out here??” Then she made eye contact with me. "It's you!!"

That made me smile. I fought back responding 'it's me!' like I would with my friends. "I'm Mori. I'm glad I'm finally getting the chance to meet you, Yamuraiha!” I stopped walking when I got 3 yards/meters away.

She immediately pulled her staff against her chest with both hands. Her shoulders tensed but she had an enthusiastic smile. "The pleasure is all mine!"

Yamuraiha was amazing, smart, and endearing. I really wanted to be friends with her.

I out stretched my hand to shake hers. "I'm really excited to work with you, and learn more about magic even though I'm not a magician."

"The feeling is mutual!” She took my hand more than matching my excitement. And when she released it said, "Since you're here, would you like to see what we've been working on from the scrolls you gave us?"

"Yes please!”

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The lab she lead us to was a little down the hall. All of my scrolls were spread out on one table and a bunch of notes and different materials were on an other.

Yamuraiha pulled out parchment that had a complicated magic circle written on it. "We can't do much yet, and it still takes a catalyst and many magicians at once to control the amount of magoi safely but our alchemy magic has made a breakthrough from your writing."

She asked a few of the magicians that came with me to join her. They pointed their staffs and wands at the magic cycle. A large crystal in the room started glowing, and the Rukh lit up the space from within the circle. Specks were pulled out of the pile of ingredients nearby -dirt, scraps paper, a small potted plant- and gathered at the center of the circle. The light got too bright for me to look straight at it and when it faded there was a small dark grey cube in the middle of the circle. It looked like a die with no markings.

Yam explained. "After reading about 'atoms' and 'bonds' in your scrolls it was like finding the missing piece. It will still be a long time before we can perfect the process, and we still can't make anything bigger than this yet, but soon we will be able to make anything we want!"

((In the future I intend to: reference more old memes, describe more of my experience with synesthesia, and explain more basic history and science. SO you all have been warned lol))

I had to respond; I couldn't just continue staring in awe. When I tried to answer I ended up gasping since had forgotten to breathe. I chuckled at my own shock as well as the situation. I looked up at them. "You're all amazing to be able to develop this already from the little I wrote!" I looked back at the stone. "I knew I wrote the keys to Yunan's signature alchemy magic in those scrolls, but to think you've already gotten this far with it -its amazing."

With this -when developed farther- we could make certain materials without having to worry about the pollution, and break things down easily so we won't have to worry about garbage piling up everywhere.

"Did you say Yunan? The Magi, Yunan?" Yamuraiha looked at me with wide eyes.

"Yes." It was my turn to explain. "Yunan is able to use alchemy magic like this on a grand scale. In the Fates I read he will have reason to visit Sindria in about 2 years. He creates a cabin and food in the middle of the Palace court yard so he has somewhere comfortable to stay."

The bird in the window ruffled it's feathers.

"Yunan explains the basic concept of how that magic works when asked, and since I know the science of the physical world I know the details to what he was talking about." My smile widened. "I hope my notes were easy to understand. Please let me know if you have any questions."

#magi prophet fanfic #magi fanfiction #magi fanfic #sinbad magi #king sinbad #magi sinbad #sinbadxoc

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liptonsbabe · 3 years

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Havoc [Thomas]

A Maze Runner fanfiction

Summary: When the reader, the second-in-command of the village goes out into the maze looking for a way out, the last thing she hopes to find is a whole new community on the other side of the walls. Much less, when it seems to be inhabited only by boys her age.

Warnings: none

A/N: Hey! This is my very first fanfic here and i decided to start with some tmr stuff ;) English not my mother language so please let me know if something is wrong. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter one: Leaving home

YOU WAKE UP THAT DAY WITH AN INCREDIBLE MOOD, although things in the village were not encouraging at all.

The dew hadn't fallen yet when you were already in front of the maze, impatiently waiting for the doors to open. You were carrying a backpack with the breakfast on your back, the belt resting on your hips, and an awl strategically hidden in your back pocket.

You didn't understand why your heart was beating so fast even if the night before had been the worst of all. The disease was progressing, it was devastating the village and the parents were leaving their children alone. You trembled in your place. You've never seen anything like that before. The illness, the confusion, the tiredness, the agony. The desease was ending with all of you. If you and the trackers didn’t find a way out as you had promised, then the village would be devastated.

You couldn't allow it. You weren't going to give up. Maybe the answer was out there, waiting for you and you weren't going to keep it waiting.

Maybe the feeling of your restless heart was a good sign. Maybe your heart was sensing things that you could not know and, with a little bit of luck, get it right as he almost always did.

The village had exits from its four points, so, as the sun was in the west that day, you decided to start with the east gate, considering it a good sign. You pulled your hair up in a high ponytail, ate an apple as fast as you could, and waited for the doors to move.

A curtain of dust and pebbles rose in front of your face as you listened the doors opening. That day the main corridor to the maze had a strange smell, but you thought that your nose was already damaged by the medicines and infusions that you had been smelling in the nursery, so you ignored it. You adjusted your boots waiting for the stench to disperse when a strong pull carried you backwards, scaring you.

“What the hell...? Asenat! "You muttered releasing the grip on your shirt. The girl smiled haughtily, crossing her arms over her chest “How many times do I have to tell you to not pull me like that? I hate being pulled!

“You can do it as many times as you want, I honestly don't care, I'll keep doing it anyways”

“You're an idiot”

“Where do you think you are going?” Cassidy asked, standing next to Asenat, both of them staring at you with their arms crossed over their chests and frowning. You rolled your eyes

“To do my job, the same as you should be doing right now”

"You are no longer a tracker”

“I am the leader, I can give myself that position”

"Second leader," Asenat corrected you, "After Richard, and he was the one who gave you the order to stay in the village, remember?"

You clicked your tongue as the trackers were already leaving to the maze. Asenat caught your shirt between her fingers again preventing you from running. Cassidy sighed, shaking her head. If something was clear to them about you, it was how stubborn you could be.

“Yes, I remember”

"Do you still have those headaches?"

"No," you lied. You'd been feeling terrible headaches for a couple of weeks now, before Richard fell sick from what the villagers called the glow. The man, who was also a tracker, had found you in the middle of your section with a terrible bruise on the back of your head and a pool of blood surrounding you. He carried you to the village, and when you were sufficiently recovered, you mentioned having a terrible pain and falling unconscious hitting the stone. Richard didn't need to know more to remove you from your job, forbidding you to return to the maze until your headaches were better. Until the night before you hadn't felt any pain, so you assumed you were fine “I'm great, don't worry about me. It was an accident”

"Yeah, are you sure?"

“Completely”

"Even if it were so, you are not allowed to go out," Cassidy said, determined. "We need you here, my friend."

"I'll be back before dark”

"Things don't work that way anymore," Cassidy replied, looking at you with a frown. "Richard hasn't died yet." His rules are still ours and since when we can do whatever we want?

“Don’t say it like that”

"You know Richard is not going to survive" Asenat lowered her voice preventing any other villagers from hearing her "he will die like the rest of the infected and when that happens all this will be over. We can continue with the rules that he made, but that will not be enough. There are families dying every day, our duty is to take care of them. We have a pact, okay? Treat the disease first, look for a way out later”

"How long are we going to keep waiting?" You asked, taking a step forward. Asenat sighed, "Three? Four? Another five years? This place is falling apart. If we really want to help the remaining villagers we need to find a way out, take them home, give them a better life, heal them "

"Nobody assures us that we will be better out there than here"

"Let's take the risk, we won't lose anything just by trying"

"We have kids in here, even babies. Their parents have died and they depend on us.

"This time it will be different" you said looking at them pleadingly "It's crazy, but something tells me that today we will find the answers we have been looking for. I could assure you that. Do you believe me? Do you trust me enough to believe in what my heart feels?”

Cassidy and Asenat looked at each other. Richard was still sick, confined to his cabin with the doctors trying to keep him alive. The night before he had lost part of the skin on his arms and his uncontrollable anger had made them tie him to the bed, however, that didn’t mean that in his small lapses of serenity he did not realize what was happening in the village.

Asenat shrugged her arms, leaving the decision to Cassidy. In her role as a teacher, she had no say in that situation and she didn't really care too much. You were reckless and almost always clumsy, but you had good ideas and that had helped you become te mainstay of the village. However Cassidy as the third in charge represented the third head of the monster. She would be the leader at Richard's death and if you didn't get back from the maze in time and that terrified her. She was not afraid of responsibility, nor making important decisions, but that represented visualizing a future where the three of you were not together and she preferred not to think about it.

"You know we do," she replied. "There hasn't been a single day when we doubted in your good judgment, but ..."

"It's different," Asenat said rubbing her chin. "The village doesn't feel like it used to. We are used to death, we can handle it, but the feeling of having it lurking over our heads is unbearable. The maze is not better. It is changing. I listen to it every night. The steel lobsters clattering through the halls. The giant woke up and will not go back to sleep”

"Cassidy," you called her, squeezing her hands. The girl sighed, thinking of the possibilities you guys had. Staying with your arms crossed was not an option, but neither was breaking the trust Richard had placed in all of you. Asenat watched you. The three of you shared the same fear, the same confusion and the same dread of losing the entire village. There were children who required the presence of someone capable to guide them, men and women waiting in fear to be infected with the glow and babies crying to feel the arms of their dead parents. You clenched her hands tighter. You needed to be covered for a few hours only and, in return, you would find the way out. You could do it, you trusted your instincts “Please...”

Cassidy sighed.

"We'll cover you until lunchtime, that's all."

"I only need that”

"Come back in one piece, will you?" She begged, looking at a small boy approaching. You leaned down, taking him in your arms letting out a groan as you picked him up. George was eight years old, he didn't weigh the same as five years ago. You kissed his cheek, returning him to the ground “The boy would go nuts if something happened to you”

"Are you going back to the maze?" George asked looking at you with his huge brown eyes. You nodded. Then you were hit by the little boy's suffocating embrace “the lobsters will hurt you!

"They are asleep now”

"They can wake up!"

"I doubt it little one. Don’t worry, I'll be fine. I'll be back at noon and we'll have a snack together, what ya think?”

“You promise?

“I promise”

"Okay, you can go," he said. You laughed, ruffling his hair

"Thanks, puppy. Stay with Asenat, okay? She can scold you while I'm gone”

"Ya’ heard it, boy," Asenat said, rubbing her knuckles at the top of his head. George complained, "You will stay with me the rest of the day and help me teach the little ones how to count to ten.

“That's not fair!”

"Life isn't fair, brat." Come on, maybe we can grab some chocolate from the kitchen later, huh?”

Asenat held out her hand and George took it enthusiastically as they walked together towards the largest cabin that you used as a classroom. George spun on his feet saying goodbye with a bright smile on his face. You blew him a kiss and Asenat turned to show you her middle finger. You smiled

"Take care of him, will you?" I highly doubt that Asenat will do it properly”

"I'm going to watch her. Now go before I regret it. And (Y/N)” She said, stopping you as you walked towards the main corridor of the maze. You turned around, waiting for his words “Don't die out there. The maze stinks enough to add the stench of a corpse” You nodded. It was a fair deal

“No prob”

You finished your run in your section faster than you expected. The meal would not be until three hours later so you decided to make a stop to rest. You sat on the floor against a wall. Hot sweat was running down your neck and the fucking headache was back. You closed your eyes, tired. It was terribly hot, and the stench of rotting meat numbed your nose.

You drank water, the little sip you had left, and put it back in your backpack. You were going to eat some of the apple slices you took with you, but the pain in the back of your head kept you from even chewing. You stood up wanting to continue your hike when the headache went down your neck and then numbed your spine. You leaned against the wall. It was covered in vines, moss, and fungus. You wiped your palms on your pants and started walking again.

The migraine erased your sight. For a second the world around you seemed to move in luminous spirals forcing you to close your eyes. The sound lightened and you swore you heard a static signal on your eardrums.

The floor spined over and over again. You dug your nails into the palms of your hands feeling the blood pour out from the sides, staining the stone. You heard the drops hiting the floor and suddenly everything stopped.

You were sweating. Your soaked shirt stuck to your body, your hair matted on your forehead and you opened your eyes. Pushing back the hair you noticed that this was not your section, that in some inexplicable way the maze had changed drastically and there was no way to return home.

Your heart beat madly. You fell to the ground on your knees, your head aching every second screaming in agony. You crawled down the corridor without understanding its course, but recognizing small fragments of leaves pointing a path to the north.

was that the way out? You, without being aware of the pain, could you have operated some kind of lever, changing the composition of the maze, leaving it unrecognizable? You weren't sure.

You kept crawling. The leaves spreading across the path, turning into a corridor covered in dust and dirt. You complained in pain and in the confusion, you managed to hear voices from the other side.

You buried your nails in the stone rising up. You pulled forward slowly approaching until you reached the exit (or the entrance?) of the maze. The wind ruffled your hair. Then your hands touched the green grass and the pain stopped.

You stayed alert. Your senses fading little by little from fatigue. Your head ached, your hands ached, your back ached. You heard the clear voice of a boy and, unaware of it, you got up as best as you could.

You got up with the help of the leaves on the wall. You narrowed your eyes focusing on the meadow stretching out in front of you. It was not the village, it was not the exit. The walls of the maze were surrounding the meadow and you could only think that the pain had caused you allusions.

Then the torture returned. You clenched your teeth. Your vision became blurry, however you could distinguish completely unknown figures in the mist. Your ears recognized voices, men's voices, and, unable to bear another second, you fainted.

#the maze runner #thomas #dylan obrien #tmr #cast #the scorch trials #the death cure #newt #gally imagine #minho x reader #thomas x reader #dylan o'brian imagine

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amenomiko · 4 years

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Thank you for the request, @crossmix ❤❤❤❤❤

Lancelot

-Will make Kyle to check on her every hour.

-Yes, every hour. Until our poor doctor roll his eyes saying that Lancelot is being paranoid.

-"I'm not paranoid, I'm just worried. Alice is important to me, she is the light of my life, the flower to my-"

-"Save that speech for later when you serenade her will you? Now let me tend to other patients in peace!"

-He will be out from his uniform, so he can wet his sleeves to put the towel on her forehead, and MC find his furry cape on her to keep her warm.

-Lancelot.exe also couldn't be found in his office as he practically move his work to be in the bedroom so he can look after her all the time.

-Panicked Jonah: My King this is where you were 😭😭😭😭😭😭!!!!

-Lancelot: Shhh... She is sleeping. Now report your tasks in whispers.

-Jonah and Edgar: *In whispers* Okay 👌.

Jonah

-He is the.. Panicked 101 and flustered boyfriend ever live.

-But he still want to show that he is a genius.

-Edgar: That's not how this.. "Fever Pads" work, Jonah.

-Jonah: Be quiet Edgar, I know what I'm doing!

-Kyle: No you are OBVIOUSLY NOT. Even though this item is not from our world, at least read the bloody instructions on the back! It just needs one fever pad. ONE. Putting all 10 pads like a layer cake won't suck out the heat faster like you assume!

-Meanwhile, MC: *Half asleep* Layer cake? Caaaake? Yaaaaaay \(+ w +)/~~~~ *K.O back to bed*

-Them: (　☉_⊙)...

-Jonah: Oh my poor, poor Alice 😭. I promise I will get you all the layer cake in cradle 😭😭😭😭😭!!!

-Crying mess.

-Most probably will go to Black Army and ask Luka for help. In snots and tears.

Edgar

-Just like Lancelot, he will do his work next to her. Despite having a room that has no separation between working table and the bed, he moved his table to be beside her.

-80% of the time will be with her. 20% is with works and tasks.

-If he have to train his people, he will only spend a good 15 minutes and passes the task to Zero, making an escape from it just to be with her.

-His face may show his usual smile, but every time MC coughs, it would be replaced with a genuine concern.

-Constant kisses on her forehead, silent pray that he'd rather get the sickness than her.

-But when MC said "I will be sad if you are sick too, Edgar.", then he quickly finish his work, just to be with her more and more.

-Ending up with sleeping next to her.

Zero

-" (´・ｪ・｀)......"

-"( ´･ω･)....."

-MC: I'm fine, really. You have been staring at me for almost an hour, Zero.

-"I'm worried."

-"I know,..But it doesn't mean you have to keep an eye on me all the time. This fever will go away soon. So don't worry okay?"

-Zero: *Dejected Face 101* ...Okay. *Goes out + peeks with (´・ｪ・｀) face again before completely go out.*

-He is worried, so, so worried that he is distracted, even when Edgar replaced his sword with a random object-- he didn't pay attention to it.

-Zero is practically the stoic type. Yet being his lover, MC could read his mind and expressions very well. He will hold her hand every time she's asleep, and ended up sleeping on the chair, resulting him to be the one who gets sick next.

Kyle

-Doctor mode all the way.

-He will let go of his love for beer and be with her 24/7, literally.

-But well. The way he checked on her temperature would be "Boyfriend" like.

-Forehead on forehead, feeding medicine through mouth to mouth, making MC's temperature to go up from the heat of... Blushing too much.

-"Can you just feed me normally??"

-"It helps you to sleep faster. Why not?" He smirked, taping her nose playfully.

-"Now now don't pout so much. You will be a red balloon you know?"

-*Kiss*

-"Ah, she fainted."

Ray

-Will tease her for being sick first, but after that he is the day and night walking surveillance.

-Despite teasing her for being a weak kiddo, his smile will instantly fade once she have fallen asleep, showing how worried he is but putting a strong facade at her.

-Constant kissing on forehead and a caress on her head with soft whispers of "Get well soon. I miss your adorable smile."

-Couldn't focus during training, and the army watch how he keep on looking back and forth from the window of her room.

-Pamper her by feeding her porridge (most probably will cook one without asking for Luka or Sirius's help)

-Ends up sleeping in his uniform beside her and woke up with a bad hair bed.

Sirius

-Always denies that he is not the mom.

-He IS. Especially when his lover is sick.

-"Wear this. No that is not thick enough, we need to keep you warm. And this as well. This one too. And this. Hmm? It's more than enough? Little lady, the weather is chilly we must keep you warm."

-Cue MC sighing to the thick jacket, scarf, socks and gloves as if winter is coming.

-Pat her to sleep, just like a mom will do, making it hard for her to sleep (because his handsome face is so near, that is why!)

-MC had to feign a sleep in order for him to go out from the room so she can secretly take off those wooly thicky fabric ahsheskdf OAO!

Fenrir

-Was very calm until MC's temperature went high.

-Almost consider to ask Oliver to make a gun where it makes someone's body to become healthy again.

-Oliver: Just relax will you? Kyle would ask if he is a joke as an existing doctor!

-Skipped training with his army for almost a week just to take care of her.

-He even clean his gun and bring all of his works to his room.

-MC, feeling guilty, have no choice but to ask him with "Fenrir, I can't sleep. There's something lurking under the bed, that's why--"

-Before she could finish her words, he already run out from the room, but come back again to bring her together with him.

-Attempt to stop him - Failed completely.

Luka

-Oh, endless pampering.

-From soup to porridge and any soft food, it is delicious that she wouldn't mind getting sick everyday.

-Luka: Please don't say it like that. I'm sad whenever you are sick, I just miss your beautiful smile, MC-.. MC?? What's wrong?? What? Angel?? What-- MC hang in there!! *Horrifying gasp when she fainted 😱😱😱😱😱*

-It's hard to stay awake, especially when he is being so sweet, letting her sleep on his chest for example-- oh! He is too sweet she could get cavities 😩!

-"Luka... I can't do that. What if you get sick?"

-"Much better than you getting sick instead, MC."

-And she fainted again.

Seth

-Panic 404 and an endless shrieking the moment MC fainted in the room, him checking her temperature, until he brings her to her chamber.

-Running frantically to get all preparations needed, causing ruckus despite being told to calm down by Sirius.

-Throughout the time she was sick, he will show the girly sisterly seth,

-But the moment he close the door, his real self popped up. "MC.. How are you? I'm sorry for not being able to notice that you were not feeling well."

-"No.. I'm sorry for being sick at this time. Just need to get those sweat off and I will be fine (♡´▽`♡)."

-He smirked. "I know a better method to do that."

-Fast forward, the very next day after using such "method", the black army is confused of why Seth is the one who caught the fever and MC is completely healed.

-Cough.

Harr

-He looks calm all the time, but he's NOT.

"(´・ｪ・｀)...." Another one that will sit beside her bed just to check on her every chances he got. Which is, after he feed her food and meds, after cooking for loki, after making magic crystals, after leaving his work to Dalim, after fishing some fish and etc.

-"Hmm? You don't have to worry about Magic Tower. I want to be here." .....After a moment of hesitation, he brings himself to kiss her forehead.

-Agshdgakskkff BLUSH when she smiled.

-"Harr.. I want to eat your delicious food once I'm all better."

-"Of course, MC. I promise you I will cook everything. Get well soon."

-He didn't break the promise though.

-MC's face to all, ALL the food on the table: (☉д⊙)

Oliver

-"What? You have a fever? Heh, what do I expect from a dimwit like you anyway?"

-Says the one who moved ALL his work to the bedroom. And drinks tea there. And have his meal there. Leaving Blanc all to himself with his carrot cake.

-Not the romantic type to caress her head when she's awake but do so when she's asleep.

-High on alert whenever she coughs, where he instantly move around the room to get a glass of water and change the cloth on her forehead.

-"Oliver.. I'm sorry to get in a way with your work."

-He smirks, leaning forward for a kiss, saying "Just get well soon, hmm?" before showering her with another series of kisses.

#ikemen revolution #ikemen revolution Lancelot #ikemen revolution jonah #ikemen revolution edgar #ikemen revolution kyle #ikemen revolution zero #ikemen revolution ray #ikemen revolution sirius #ikemen revolution seth #ikemen revolution luka #ikemen revolution fenrir #ikemen revolution harr #ikemen revolution oliver

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crazy-loca-blog · 3 years

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Meet My MC: Dr. Casey Valentine

A/N: The original base template belongs to @jamespotterthefirst. I added some extra items to it.

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Casey's Bio

Book: Open Heart

Full Name: Casey Marie Valentine

Face Claim: Emilia Clarke

Nicknames: Ethan used to call her "Rookie" during her intern year, but then it evolved to just Casey and now she doesn't actually have a nickname.

Birthday: December 4

Sexual orientation: She considers herself straight, but she believes in sexual fluidity

Love Interest(s): Ethan Ramsey (husband)

Kids: None (yet)

Hair: Brown, usually long hair. Sometimes she'll take risks and you may see her hair shorter and/or lighter, but she is a proud brunette.

Eyes: Green

Height: 5'7"

Hometown: Abingdon, Virginia

Education: Internal medicine / Duke University

Occupation: Head of the Diagnostics Team at Edenbrook Hospital

Family: Maggie and Tom Valentine (parents, dead), Marie Smith (grandmother, dead), Oliver Valentine (twin brother, alive)

Personal motto: "If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain"

Background: Casey and her brother Oliver were born and raised in a small town. They lived a happy and very normal childhood, until Maggie and Tom, their parents, died in a car accident when the twins were 7 years old. After the accident, the Valentine's siblings were raised by their grandma Marie, who passed away about a month before Casey began her residency at Edenbrook.

Personality traits: She is a very private person, but she's also passionate about her patients and about the things and the people that matter to her. She is a team player (especially when it comes to work, she loves recognizing her peers work, from doctors to nurses, paramedics and even security) and she is a fighter. She also considers herself a nerd and she's proud of it.

On the relationship with her brother: Both Oliver and Casey have always felt it's them against the world. They're not only siblings and the only family they both have left, but they're also best friends. They've always faced life together and they fully support each other on everything they do, so even though being apart while Casey was doing her residency in Boston was not an ideal situation, they both knew it was necessary for her to develop her full potential as a doctor. Oliver couldn't be more proud of his sister.

On her love life: Her experience when it comes to relationships is not the best. No matter how she acts regarding the relationship, she always ended up being hurt. By the time she was accepted at Edenbrook, she had been single for two years and she had completely given up on love. When she met Ethan, one of the things that surprised her the most was how they shared the same vision on marriage and kids (of course, she has her own troubled past), and when she began developing feelings for him (she fought her feelings for Ethan just as much as he did!), she began to wonder if she had actually been in love before meeting him.

On her parents accident: Casey's parents were on their way to pick Casey and Oliver from grandma Marie's house when some driver (who was apparently drunk) crashed their car after running a red light. The responsible managed to escape, and there were no witnesses, so there was no one to call the 911 until a few minutes later. This meant that the EMT and first responders arrived when it was already too late to save them. The fact that they died because they didn't receive medical care on time kind of stuck with little Casey, who promised herself that she would become a doctor to do anything to prevent people from dying for not receiving the care they needed when they needed it.

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12 Random Facts on Casey

Casey and Oliver don’t have nicknames because grandma Marie HATED them. She always said they had names for a reason, and that they had to respect their parents’ wishes.

Casey was always a good student because she genuinely loved learning new things and her sense of curiosity demanded her to keep learning. The good grades were just an added bonus.

She wasn't popular in high school, but she wasn't at the bottom of the popularity list either. She was a low profile student, but she loved participating in different extracurricular activities, so that led her to meet a lot of people.

Bryce has never understood why he loses every time that he challenges Casey to a basketball match. What he doesn’t know is that Casey actually played basketball since she was a kid and until she graduated from high school.

She isn't a big fan of parties. She likes attending one once in a while, but she is definitely happier when staying at home or at a bar or a restaurant with a group of friends sharing some good conversation. She also hates getting drunk because it makes her feel she's not in control of herself, so she most definitely stops after the second or the third drink (as soon as she begins to feel tipsy).

She knows how to drive, but she hates it, so she avoids it like the plague. She'll always prefer using the subway.

She has always felt she had to grow up too fast after her parents' accident, so even though she was always surrounded by love, she feels she never lived her childhood to the fullest after her parents died.

When she was 16, she had one of her ovaries removed due to cysts. In order to protect her only ovary left, she has to permanently be on the pill. This also means that the chances for her to get pregnant are pretty much a Russian roulette. She must plan her pregnancies and she may have no issues getting pregnant, but there is also a real chance that she may have fertility issues or an ectopic pregnancy. So Casey pretty much forced herself to forget about the idea of becoming a mom.

When talking about her love life, Oliver and Casey have always had this discussion on whether she had two, “two and a half” or three relationships before meeting Ethan. She did have two serious relationships, but the third one... debatable.

She claims she didn't google Ethan during her university years because she didn't care about him, but only about his book. Then, when she was admitted to Edenbroook, she refused to google him to see his picture, claiming that "she wanted the knowledge to do all the talking".

Grandma Marie was the person who gave Casey her copy of Ethan Ramsey's book. Casey used to borrow the book from the library for her own investigations for the advanced biology class in her senior year in high school, but she always complained that she couldn't make notes in the book. So grandma Marie decided to give her the book as a Christmas present to give her one final push to convince her to go to medical school. A few days before Marie died, Casey gave her the news that she had been accepted at Edenbrook to work with Ethan.

She decided not to change her last name after marrying Ethan. It was important for her to keep it because it’s one of the few things she has left of her parents, so it has some great sentimental value. When she told Ethan about it, he just said “I’d hate for you to change your last name just for some stupid, old-fashioned and sexist tradition, especially when you’ve made yourself a name on medicine with your maiden name”.

#meet my mc #open heart #casey valentine

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bangtanreadingcorner · 3 years

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despite it all • park jimin

chapter 2 — soft spot

plot – when you finally go to the bar on 17th street, it's not for help.

words – 3.1K

chapter 1

For a long time you thought you would never take Jimin up on his offer to go to the bar on 17th Street.

Then the day came that you did.

***

Things go back to normal for a few weeks after the night you helped Jimin. You go to work and for the most part it's easy to put that night out of your mind. Then there's the hours when you can't sleep or you don't have a shift, and it all comes rushing back. You visit your dad's grave and you tell him about Jimin, asking if he'd be mad at you for helping him. You don't talk to your mother, she never could forgive you for becoming a first responder.

Three weeks after that night, you get called to the scene of a gunshot victim in an alley. You and your partner Jeongguk immediately start to help him. Or you try to, at least. He's so young, no older than eighteen or nineteen.

"Come on, kid, hold on!" You mutter under your breath as you try to stop the bleeding. You look at Jeongguk, who looked at the victim with wide eyes, face pale. "Hey! Snap out of it! We need to get fluids in him, start a saline and blood line."

You work on him for almost fourty minutes before he's gone. Your gloved hands and shirt are drenched in blood. You sit back on your heels, a sense of defeat coming over you. You take a second to pull yourself together before you reach over to close his eyes, sending Jeongguk to get a blanket to cover him with, and that's when you see it.

The outline of a tattoo on the left side of his neck. Your blood runs cold and you hope that you're wrong. You reach out with shaky fingers, turning his head just a little, to get a full view of the tattoo. You suck in a deep breath when you see it.

A serpent.

You were right. This kid is in the same gang that Jimin is in.

"Funny, isn't it?" A voice asks above you.

You look up, and the badge around his neck tells you he's a cop. You frown slightly at him, "Who are you?"

"Detective Choi, Gang Unit."

"Well, Detective, I don't see anything funny about this situation." You are tempted to glare at the man.

"They spend their days breaking the law, hurting people and then expect to be helped when they get shot as a result of their own actions." He said, sneering down at the body.

"They're still people." You say, heart twisting at the man's careless words.

"Barely." The detective scoffed, looking down at the body with interest, pointing down at it. "But this one. He was important."

You don't understand what a kid has to do with all of this as you frown crossly up at the detective. "He's just a kid."

"Yeah, but he's a Park." The detective says, a glint of excitement in his eyes. It makes anger stir inside of you. "Park Jihyun, in fact. Second in line to the most dangerous gang in the province."

"So, what? Because of that he doesn't deserve to live?" You scoff in disbelief as Jeongguk returns and start to cover the body. Before the press could arrive and take pictures and videos for the six o'clock news.

The detective shrugs, "I'm just saying, no one will cry over his death."

"You just said he has a family. I'm sure they will." You remind him.

The Detective shakes his head, "No, they're not gonna cry. They're gonna go to war."

"And what? You're going to use the war to catch his brother? While he's grieving? Seems a little cold." You say as you push to your feet. You could see Jeongguk frowning as he looked back and forth between you and the detective.

"I figured I'd give them a taste of their own medicine."

"Are you going to tell that to his brother when you notify him?" You retort, mentally yelling every kind of curse you could possible think of at him.

"I'm not going to tell him."

Your mouth drops open in shocked disbelief, appalled by the detective. "What? You have too. You're bound by law."

"They don't follow the law. Why should I extend them that courtesy?" He shrugs.

"Because his family will be worried sick! And you're a cop!" You exclaim, voice rising a little.

"I'm counting on it." The detective grins before walking away.

You clench your hands into fists, an overwhelming urge to hit the detective coming over you. You look at Jeongguk, who still seemed out of it. You frown at him, he's never reacted like this to seeing someone being shot before. "Hey, are you okay, Jeongguk?"

"Yeah," He nods quickly, a little too quick, but you don't say anything. "Just, his family . . .

they deserve to know."

"They do." You agree immediately. "And I'm going to make sure they find out."

Jeongguk's head whips to you, curious and kind of relieved. "How?"

"I know this guy, he's in the same gang as the kid is, or was."

For a second, Jeongguk looks amused. "You know a guy in a gang."

"Shut up." You feel you're cheeks burn, suddenly feeling shy. "And yes, I do. His name is Jimin and I helped him out once. He told me that if I ever need something to go to the bar on 17th Street. I may not need something, but I figure he would probably be able to tell Jihyun's family."

You turn to Jeongguk, who went quiet by your side. His eyes was open wide again, but this time there was a sliver of fear in them. "A guy named Jimin, who is in the same gang as the kid with a bar on 17th Street?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Nothing." Jeongguk all but squeaks, shaking his head furiously, eyes still wide.

You side eye him, "You're judging me for doing this, aren't you? Meh. Whatever. They deserve to know. I'm telling them."

***

After your shift, you immediately go to the bar on 17th Street. It was a nice, casual kind of place. On another day, you could see yourself having a drink there. You look around and you don't see Jimin, so you head to the bar to ask for him.

The bartender is tall and buff. And gives off a scary vibe with his tattoos and the emotionless expression on his face. You notice the same serpent tattoo Jimin has on his neck, on the bartender's forearm. This guy is probably your best bet on finding Jimin.

"Uh, hi, I'm looking for Jimin." You blurt at the bartender, who is busy wiping down the counter. You feel a flush rising on your cheeks. That sounded so demanding.

"Who's asking?" The bartender asks without look

"Y/N."

That gets the bartender's attention. He stops wiping the counter and looks at your with sparkling eyes, a boxy smile breaking the blank look on his face, making him look more like a puppy as he shakes his curls out of his eyes, "So, you're Y/N."

You're caught off guard by the fact that he seems to know you. It makes you a little defensive, "What does that mean?"

"It's means you're the girl, or woman, who saved Jimin." He says, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

Your cheeks heat up even more, "I didn't save him, just helped him out."

"The cops and the gang who he went after by himself, like the dumbass he is, was after him. If he was alone that night, he would have been killed. Or worse." The bartender tells you, restarting his task of wiping the counter, but there's only one thing that registers in your mind.

"I helped a fugitive?" You yelp, feeling your heart stutter in shock.

The bartender frowned at you, "I thought Jimin said you know who he is."

"I know he's in a gang."

The bartender stops in wiping the counter, looking at you with scarily serious eyes. "Y/N, Jimin isn't in the gang, he leads the gang."

Your mouth drops open and it feels dry. "I helped a gang leader, who is also a fugitive?"

"Aren't you one for the history books." Taehyung notes with a boxy grin.

"Not exactly something I'd like to be remembered for." You tell him, legs feeling weak all of a sudden.

"Eh, apples, oranges." The bartender shrugged, putting down his cloth. "I love strawberries, by the way. Anyway, my name is Taehyung. I'm Jimin's best friend and second in command, in case you were wondering. You said you're looking Jimin right? Well, he's busy right now, but he did say to call him right away if you ever come, so, I'll go get him for you."

And with that, the bartender - Taehyung - disappeared. You looked after him in bewilderment, "What the fuck?"

Less than five minutes later, Jimin walked out from the door where Taehyung disappeared into. He looked different from the last time you saw him. He was wearing black skinny jeans with a black polo neck sweater and a black leather jacket. He looked more dangerous than when he was covered in blood. More attractive, too. You very carefully cut that train of thought off before it could grow roots. You watched as everyone in the bar eyed Jimin, but also gave him a wide berth.

When he stopped infront of you, his features softened ever so slightly. You frowned down at his clenched, bloodied fists, "Have you been punching people again?"

"Punching people is in my job description." Jimin answered, jaw visibly tensed. He looked at you, and you could tell right then that something is very wrong. "You are always welcome here, Y/N, but right now I'm a little busy. One of my men has been taken and I am trying to find him."

You face falls and suddenly a lot of things make sense. "I think . . . I think I might know where he is."

Confusion falls over Jimin's face, "You? How could you know?"

"I had a call today. Gunshot victim in an alley. He had that tattoo-" You point to Jimin's neck, where his serpent tattoo is. "And I wanted to come and tell you. I mean, I didn't know if you know everyone in your gang, I didn't every know that it is your gang, until Taehyung told me just now, but I just wanted to tell you in case you knew him."

Jimin looks at you with wide eyes, a spark of light returning to those cold eyes. "What did he look like?"

"Uh, he was young. I didn't really notice much else, sorry. I was trying to save his life." You tell Jimin, and then something occurs to you. "Wait, one of the detectives on the scene told me his name. I don't know how they know but-"

"His name." Jimin interrupted, a little sharp, but there was an urgency to his voice.

"Uh. Jihyun. Park Jihyun." You tell him, watching as Jimin both deflate and light up in the span of five seconds. You almost get whiplash with how quick his mood changes.

"What hospital did you take him too?" Jimin asks eagerly, hopefully.

You heart twists, knowing that you're the one who has to break that hope. You soften your voice, making it as gentle as possible. "Jimin, we didn't. We tried our best, but we couldn't save him. By the time we got there, he had already lost too much blood. I am so sorry."

Jimin's expression shutters and it makes you feel like someone punched you in the gut. He takes a breath before saying, "Thank you for coming to tell me. And thank you for trying to save him."

Jimin walks away and you want to stop him, to comfort him somehow, but you don't because it's not your place.

You turn to Taehyung, who looks so incredibly sad it broke your heart a little. You know you should leave but you can't just put leave without at least trying to help. "Are you okay, Taehyung?"

"No," He shakes his head, fiddling with the cloth he used to wipe the bar down earlier. "But I will be."

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yeah, actually." He says, surprising you pleasantly. You thought he would refuse your offer. Your heavy heart lifts a little, happy to help, and you nod at Taehyung, indicating to him to tell you what he wants you to do. He looks at you for a long while and it makes you fidget a little. He's not going to ask you to hurt someone, right? You sincerely hoped not. Finally he spoke and you could have never guessed what came out his mouth next. "Jimin is going to come to you. I don't know when, but he will. I don't know what exactly happened between you and him the night you saved him, but it changed something in him. He's been different since that night and it's because of you. So, he'll come to you and seek comfort and when he does, I only ask one thing."

You swallow thickly, having no idea what to do with everything Taehyung just dumped on you. "And what is that?"

"Please be gentle with him. People think he's dangerous and fearsome, and he is. For the most part he really is, but that's not all he is. Underneath that, he has the biggest heart. A heart he usually keeps hidden and locked far away, but somehow, you made it past all of his defences in a night. And right now, his heart is hurting badly."

You give Taehyung a strange look, thinking that he must be reading something wrong somewhere because you and Jimin didn't spend that much time together. Maybe two hours. How could that have been enough time to get past his defences, as Taehyung said? "Uh, I think you might be exaggerating the situation but okay. If it will make you feel better. I promise to be gentle with him. Whatever that means."

Taehyung was visibly relieved by your sincere promise. "Thank you."

"It's nothing." You waved him off. "Anything else I can do for you?"

"No." Taehyung smiles, small and much dimmer than the bright boxy grin he gave you earlier, but just as true. "But I think I'm starting to see it."

"See what?" You look curiously at him.

"Why Jimin has a soft spot for you." He answers nonchalantly.

You very almost choke on thin air. "I helped him out once and told me he'd return the favour. That does not mean he has a soft spot for me."

"Yes, he does. Have you not been listening to a word I've said?" Taehyung all but demanded, placing his hands on his hips.

"I'm listening," You give him a slight smile. "Still working on believing."

"Well, believe it." Taehyung huffs. "Earlier, when you came in and asked for Jimin and I went to get him? He was busy, uh . . ." Taehyung trails off, unsure how much Jimin wants her to know. He knows better than to outright lie though. He settles on a word that is both discreet and understandable. "He was interrogating a guy for answers about Jihyun's whereabouts. You are the only person on this planet I was allowed to interrupt that interrogation for."

"He did say to come anytime I want." You defend, feeling heat creeping up your cheeks again.

Taehyung looks like your words just proves his point. "Exactly."

You sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that you won't be able to change his mind. You glance in the direction where Jimin went and your mood deflates, "You think he's going to be okay?"

"I don't know." Taehyung admits honestly, eyes lingering on the door.

"I have this foreboding feeling that this is the calm before the storm." You say, nodding in the direction where Jimin went. "He was too quiet when I told him the news, but I could see the grief in his eyes. Was he close to the guy who was killed?"

"Very." Taehyung nods. "Jihyun is, or was, Jimin's brother."

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your feet as the last pieces of the puzzle fit together. You should have realised, the detective told you Jihyun's brother is the leader of the gang and Taehyung told you Jimin leads the gang. "Oh my God."

"Yeah." Taehyung nods, biting his lip.

"I can't imagine how Jimin must feel right now." You say, wanting nothing but to barge through those doors and go hug Jimin.

"I think it helps that it came from you, instead of the police. Those smug bastards would have just rubbed his nose in it." Taehyung says with a distasteful look on his face.

"Why would they do that?" You ask, deciding not to tell Taehyung that the police wasn't even planning on telling Jimin at all.

"Because we're in a gang. Although, they can't proof anything against us. Especially against Jimin. They don't know much, but they know he's our leader. He took over from his dad when he retired, when Jimin was twenty-one. Which really pisses them off." Taehyung looked a little smug over that fact.

"I get that. I mean, my dad was a cop, before he died in the crossfire of a gang war. I was seventeen at the time, so I can still remember how he would get angry or frustrated when he couldn't solve a case or find evidence to prove his case."

"Sorry about your dad." Taehyung says, looking like he actually means it.

It makes you smile a little, "It's okay. I mean, it still hurts like hell sometimes, but they found the guy who pulled the trigger and he's spending the rest of his life in jail."

"Want me to take him out for you?" Taehyung offers. "We got a couple of guys in prison and I'm sure Jimin wouldn't mind."

"No, absolutely not!" You exclaim with wide eyes, heartbeat kicking up its pace as panic shoots through you for a second. "Jesus Christ, first Jimin and now you. What is wrong with you two?"

Taehyung's eyes get a wicked gleam and you somehow know what he's going to say before he opens his mouth. "We're-"

"In a gang, yeah, I know. That isn't an excuse." You sigh, running a hand over your face. A heaviness settles around your heart. "This is going to get ugly, isn't it?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." Taehyung shrugs. "But probably."

"Great." You mutter. Better stock up the ambulance then.

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chapter 3

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!

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