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charming-charlie · 4 years

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Washed Away

Title // Washed Away

Pairing // Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings // Panic attacks sort of. This chapter is mostly clean.

Summary // Who knew hanging out with Buck and Christopher for a day would lead to a life or death situation?

Word Count // 1.5k

Prompt // Hi! Can i request a fic where you were with Buck & Christopher when the tsunami hit? They could be dating or crushing on each other. If nothing comes to mind, then it’s completely fine to ignore this request! Have a nice day!’

Author’s Note // This is Part 1 of the Washed Away series. || Part 2 || Part 3

It was a beautiful day at the pier. Crowded, yet beautiful. Carnival music was playing in every direction. The smell of funnel cakes, cotton candy, and popcorn wafted through the air. There was laughing, screaming, and merriment everywhere you looked.

You had to give Evan Buckley credit. He sure knew how to pick a good first date spot.

Okay, so maybe date was pushing it a little bit. You have known the guy for a while now, but that’s mostly because of Christopher. You are the nurse at Christopher’s school. It’s how you met Buck. When Christopher is ill, or perhaps has an incident where he needs to go home, sometimes Buck picks him up. He was, after all, one of the few people Eddie Diaz trusted around his son. Since Buck quit the LAFD and Eddie was working constantly to pick up the extra work, Christopher was often in Evan Buckley’s care.

And my goodness, what a charmer Evan Buckley turned out to be.

Buck and Christopher finished riding Shark Frenzy, a ride that reminded you of the teacups at Disney World. They met up with you at a blue picnic table, where you had cotton candy ready for the boys.

Buck took the blue one. “B for Buck, B for blue.”

Christopher took the pink one and dived right into it, giggling and enjoying himself.

“Mmm,” Christopher said with a satisfying smile. Pink floss was stuck to his fingers, but he paid no mind to it.

“Good?” Buck asked, and the little boy nodded. Buck went to snatch a piece, but Christopher pulled back with a laugh. It was kind of adorable to see.

“Where to next?” you asked as you looked around. In every direction, there were amusement park rides everywhere.

“Let’s take a break and play some games,” Buck said as he flashed you a charming smile.

The three of you cleaned up the table, with Buck tossing everything in the trash. You were on one side of Christopher and Buck was on the other, with the little boy using his crutches in between. Slowly, the three of you made your way to the arcade row on the pier. Games were lined up one right after another and Christopher pointed to a water gun shooting game.

“I want to play that,” he said, and Buck complied to his wishes.

You insisted on paying for a round or two, with Buck being out of a job and all, but the handsome ex-firefighter swatted your hand away and plopped two dollars on the table.

“Two rounds,” Buck told the person in charge.

“You are so stubborn,” you retorted as you pocketed your money.

Buck only smiled and sat down. He pulled Christopher into his lap and together, they began round one.

Christopher held the trigger and Buck controlled the aiming. The object of the game was to shoot a stream of water at a small target which will raise a platform. The first person whose platform reaches the top wins.

Together, they were invested. Honestly, you were watching from the sidelines and you thought for sure they had some kind of strategy planned out beforehand.

“I am so proud of you right now, I cannot be more proud of you. Come on, we’re so close! So close!” Buck was telling Christopher as their little platform was rising more and more with each passing second. Christopher was smiling the entire time, and when the bell rang, both boys acted like it was the greatest moment of their lives. They screamed and cheered, and celebrated their win.

“You did it! Come on, high five!” Buck said as he held his hand out.

Christopher slapped it as hard as he could, and Buck over-exaggerated the little boy’s strength and flailed backwards.

However, the sound of a siren interrupted the fun and games and Buck immediately turned. He was looking past you, over your shoulder. Slowly, he stood up, his eyes never leaving what was happening behind you. Curiosity got the better of you and you turned to see what the man was looking at.

“And we have a winner!” the man running the water gun booth said in the background, handing a giant brown teddy bear to Christopher.

But the two of you paid no mind to that as an ambulance rolled up through the crowd.

A person in some kind of dinosaur costume collapsed. Buck was inching closer to the scene, and you grabbed him by the arm to hold him in place. He looked down at your hand, which was around his bicep and his eyes traced your arm up to you.

“The paramedics got this,” you whispered to him and he nodded, looking defeated and a bit sad.

It broke your heart.

At school, when Christopher would see you, he would always go on and on about Buck and firefighting. Buck had such a passion for his job and to not have it at the moment must be soul-crushing.

“Buck!” Christopher said behind the two of you, “Buck!”

The paramedics shocked their patient with an AED and you could feel Buck exhale. He was holding his breath the entire time. You pulled him back and he turned to face you with a forced smile. While he would never admit it, he was so grateful you were there.

“Come on, you two. Let’s go sit down and take a break,” you said as you handed Christopher his crutches and abandoning the second round of the water gun game. The three of you found an empty bench at the edge of the pier and sat down. Christopher wanted to look out at the ocean, so Buck picked him up and helped him stand on the bench. Gripping the back of Christopher’s shirt tightly so that the boy doesn’t fall in, Buck sat down, and you sat next to him. There was silence for a little bit and you looked over at Buck, who seemed deep in thought.

“Ever think about what you wanna do with your life?” Buck asked, “What you want to be when you grow up?”

“Astronaut or a pirate,” Christopher answered instantly. It was like he didn’t even need to think about it.

Buck nodded in agreement. “Some good choices. Cool outfits too.”

“No wait,” Christopher said with a smile, “a firefighter.”

Of course, it made sense. His father was a firefighter and Buck used to be one. Growing up in that field and being around that environment made such an impression on Christopher.

Buck only chuckled and nodded a little to accept Christopher’s answer. He clenched his jaw, wanting to clearly move on from the topic. “What about you, Y/N? Was nursing what you always wanted to do?”

You turned to look at him, a little confused by the question. No one ever asked you that before. Everyone just assumed nursing was your passion, considering the overwhelming amount of schooling you need to become one.

“Yes,” you said with a nod, “I like helping others.”

Buck grinned and turned his head to look at you. He knew all about helping others. It was one of the many reasons the two of you relate so well with each other. Slowly, his hand was creeping off to the side, getting closer and closer to yours without trying to seem obvious. You didn’t even realize until his pinky finger was brushing the back of your hand.

“Yeah, me too.” Buck’s pinky linked through your own and you could swear that your heart fluttered as he touched you. Could it be? Did Evan Buckley have a little crush on you? Did you have a crush on Evan Buckley? Was this really happening?

He was gazing into your eyes and…wait a minute, was he leaning in? Should you lean in too? Not going to lie, you wanted to. And… there goes your head, getting closer and closer to his.

But he stopped. He looked alarmed, shocked even, and turned his head to look out at the ocean. You slumped back with a slight pout, knowing it was too good to be true. It was stupid to have a little crush on Buck.

The ex-firefighter was gripping onto Christopher’s shirt tightly as he stood up, your pinkies unlocking, and you could tell instantly that something was very wrong. You stood up too and looked at Buck.

He held onto Christopher as a crowd of people were gathering behind you, watching was well. Everyone seemed to stop in their tracks and stare at the ocean.

“What’s wrong?” you asked as you followed his line of sight out to the ocean.

But the answer was right there in front of you. The water had pulled back drastically.

“Where did all the water go?” Christopher asked, looking confused.

Panic was slowly rising inside of you as you stood next to Buck. You felt his hand slip into yours, holding your fingers tightly in a grip. You clung back onto him with your other hand wrapping around his arm tightly.

A warning siren blasted through the loudspeakers in place of the fun carnival music.

A giant wave was rolling back, taking in as much water as it could possibly carry. Your panic turned into fear as you saw the wave approach the shore. A massive tsunami was about to hit and you, along with Buck and Christopher, were trapped on the pier.

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xiaomoxu · 3 years

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Lucien - Intimate Date

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

A date from CN server which hasn’t been released on EN server yet. Might contains some spoiler. Happy Qixi Festival~

Translations under the cut~

Whistle: Speaking of which, Mr. Lucien...

When the "whistle" spoke, I did not hear him clearly. He had to knock the steering wheel twice before I came back to my senses.

MC: Yes, what are you talking about?

Whistle: I said that this mission goal is rare to invite you to travel with. You must seize the opportunity and strive to completely gain his trust.

Whistle: You must record his destination, what he ordered on the train, and who he met.

MC: Yes, I remembered it.

My answer seemed to make him dissatisfied, and he looked at me warily through the rearview mirror.

Whistle: MC, It can't be... Are you tempted by that Mr. Lucien?

With a stern expression only face, I sat up straight up steeply.

MC: What are you kidding about, how can I be tempted by that kind of person?

Whistle: Hmm, you just have to know it.

There was no more words in the carriage, and the car continued to drive towards the train station. Looking at the bustling city outside the window, I tightened my lips.

How could I be tempted by Lucien?

If there is someone who fascinates me, it should...

I lowered my head and glanced at the book in my arms.

"Awakening" Snow fox.

ㅡThis "Snow Fox" who can guide me and give me strength first.

The first time I read Mr. Snow Fox's article, I seemed to be drunk, and all the confusion and perplexity I had been dispelled.

He used his pen as a knife to attack injustice and pave the way for peace.

He is a lonely walker with a torch in his hand, walking in the long dark night.

I am a small streamed firefly attracted by the hot flame, chasing this light silently.

Finally, with all efforts, I joined the organization of Mr. Snow Fox

Although I haven't seen his true face yet, but he once asked someone to forward me a book to encourage me.

MC: You are shimmer, you want to hide under the darkness.

I opened "The Awakening" and mumbled out a line of text on the title page—this was also a personal message from Mr. Snow Fox to me.

MC: I will never disappoint Mr. Snow Fox.

The car stopped by the train station, I put the book back in the secret compartment of the suitcase, and carefully sorted out my cheongsam.

The Whistle opened the door for me.

Whistle: For the last, check the mission target situation again.

MC: Okay.

Whistle: Who is your goal?

MC: Lucien.

Whistle: Who are you?

MC: Lucien’s blind date, which is a rich lady who has lived abroad since she was a child and returned to China for less than half a year.

Whistle: Your task.

MC: Monitor Lucien and find out his purpose of leaving Loveland City this time.

Whistle: Very good. One more thing, if there is a suitable opportunity in this trip...

Whistle: Kill him.

MC: Assassinate Lucien?!

This order was a little unexpected, and I couldn't help being taken aback.

Didn't the previous organization say that Lucien maintains the balance of the Loveland market and asks me to focus on surveillance and not to move?

MC: Why did you suddenly kill Lucien? Was it a temporary decision by the organization?

Whistle: What do you ask this for?

MC: Because this is contrary to my previous actions, so I want to confirm again...

Whistle: This is a private order from Mr. Snow Fox.

MC: Mr. Snow Fox...will give me a private order?!

My eyes widened in surprise, and when I wanted to ask a few more questions, a horn suddenly interrupted our conversation.

At the intersection not far away, three black cars approached us one after another.

The black goat logo on the front of the car was plated with a dazzling silver in the sun, like the cold light on the tip of a knife.

The original noisy street became extremely quiet, and only the tires made a slight rubbing sound on the ground.

The convoy drove slowly across the road, and after such a long distance, I still saw the clear profile face of the mission target in the car window at first glance.

It’s Lucien.

Whistle turned his face and saw Lucien's motorcade, and he frowned.

Whistle: You don't need to be too nervous, I will pretend to be an ordinary tourist at the next stop and sneak into the third-class carriage to meet you.

Whistle: Remember what I just said, once you find the opportunity to do it, use the transmitter in your suitcase to contact me.

Whistle: Okay, it's time to play, Miss MC.

MC: Mmhm.

I took a deep breath and got out of the car with a small suitcase.

The door of the middle car across the street also stopped at the same time. A group of black subordinates lined up, and one of them opened the door.

The first thing that catches my eye is a hand holding a cane. The fingers are white and slender, and the nails are neatly trimmed, like the hands of a literati.

Only the thin calluses at the knuckles indicate that this hand can hold a pen or a gun.

The owner of the hand, leaning on a jade cane, stepped out of his right leg first.

With his figure, it may be more suitable to wear a slim dress, but even if the gown is tightly wrapped, you can still see the straight and slender legs.

The silk gown bends like flowing wrinkles between his knees, and the dark lines on the satin surface reflect the shimmering light as he moves.

He raised his other hand again, took a trilby from the hand of his respectful subordinate and put it on his head.

In the silence, Lucien got out of the car slowly.

It was so quiet all around, it seemed that he was the only protagonist of this silent film.

And after Lucien's gaze slowly looked around, he finally stopped at my face across the street at this moment.

In an instant, his indifferent eyebrows were stained with the temperature of the early morning, and the lip line also bends in a pleasing arc.

Lucien: MC.

MC: Mr. Lucien

Obviously his appearance is so harmless, three points gentler than the teacher in the school.

But when I think of the rumors about this "Mr. Lucien" in the market, I still can't help but feel a palpitation.

He held back his subordinates and walked towards me with a smile.

Lucien: Sorry, did you wait for a long time?

MC: Fortunately, I also just arrived.

I took a step forward, trying to maintain my innocence and asked

MC: Mr. Lucien, where are we going this time, why would you think of inviting me with you?

Lucien: What we are going to is a very beautiful place. As for why I brought you...

Lucien: I think a smart girl like you shouldn't be surprised.

MC: You praise me like this, I'm so embarrassed.

MC: Now that Mr. Lucien decides to keep the sense of mystery, I will keep looking forward to it.

I reddened my cheeks pretending to be shy, but my heart was beating wildly because of the other party.

Whistle hurried to the trunk to help me take out the luggage, and Lucien also leaned down and naturally took the suitcase from me.

Then he straightened up, smiled and stretched out his other arm to me.

Lucien: Let's go.

MC: Okay.

I happily wrapped his arms, leaned my body against him-and walked towards the train station.

There is still a short distance from the start of the train. As VIPs, Lucien and I have already arrived in the luxury carriage in advance.

And after the whistle sent my luggage onto the train, he left immediately. Before leaving, he didn't forget to wink me a warning.

Lucien leaned on the sofa. He glanced at the back of the whistle through the window and whispered.

Lucien: Miss MC, your driver...

Subordinate: Mr. Lucien.

The subordinate's knock on the door interrupted Lucien's words, and he frowned slightly.

Lucien: Come in.

The subordinate walked in quickly and whispered something in Lucien's ear.

I tried to prick my ears, but I could only hear a few scattered words-"clue", "check", "eradication"....

While listening, I calmly poured myself a cup of scented tea.

As Lucien listened to the report of his subordinates, the corner of his mouth moved.

Lucien: Don't worry, continue to follow him.

Subordinate: Did you mean...

I don't know if it was my illusion, Lucien's eyes seemed to turn to me.

Lucien: If you want to do it, do it thoroughly.

Lucien: After all, an excellent hunter wants to lure the "Snow Fox" out of the hole, and it can't do without enough delicious bait.

Snow Fox!

Suddenly hearing these two words, my fingers trembled, and the scented tea almost spilled from the cup.

Lucien: Miss MC, what's wrong?

MC: No, nothing, my finger was accidentally scalded by the teacup for a moment.

Lucien: Let me see.

MC: It's okay, it's just hot.

But Lucien had already held my hand, his strength was very light but I couldn't refuse it.

The cool fingertips rubbed my red fingertips, bringing out an ambiguous itching.

He observed it carefully for a while and saw that there was nothing serious, so he pulled a white silk kerchief from his arms and wrapped it around my finger.

Lucien: The walls of this porcelain cup are relatively thin, so you will remember to put something on your hand next time you drink hot tea.

MC: Alright, I remembered it.

Lucien smiled at me, and lightly shook my fingers wrapped in the kerchief.

When he spoke again, his words were directed to his subordinates.

Lucien: Follow the previous plan. I hope to hear some good news when I get to the station.

Subordinate: Yes Sir.

At this time, the sharp siren finally sounded, steam gushing out, and the steel wheels began to move forward steadily.

The people on the platform waved their hands, saying their last blessings and goodbyes to their loved ones, lovers, and friends.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, there is also the persevering cries of newsboys, one after another, like cicadas in the late summer, so ear-piercing.

News Boy: Sell newspapers! Take a look! Mr. Snow Fox's new work "Dark Night Flame" is on the market!

Before I knew it, I had been on this train for three days.

During these three days, I was not restrained and could walk around in the train at will. The scenery on both sides of the train was beautiful, and the companion accompanying me was considerate and gentle.

If it is said that the only flaw is that there is still no intelligence.

MC: Lucien...

This man is indeed too perfect and too tricky.

I sighed and looked at the figure on the platform unconsciously from the gap between the curtains.

The train will stop next to a small station, and Lucien is talking to the owner of the food stall, he looked gentle and humble.

He paid the money and was about to return to the car with the paper bag. Suddenly, a boy with a cart next to him slammed his feet and slammed forward, exclaiming.

Seeing that the cargo is about to collapseㅡ

Lucien's eyes were quick, and he held the cargo box with one hand and the boy with the other.

Lucien: You all right?

Boy: You are?! sorry! sorry!

When the boy saw that he almost hit a noble person, he trembled with fear and apologized again and again.

Lucien: Don't be so nervous, you didn't hit me either. Go ahead.

Boy: Thank you sir, thank you sir!

The cargo boy ran away without looking back, pushing the front of the car.

-It seemed like a small accident, but from my perspective, I clearly saw the cargo boy quickly stuffing a note into Lucien's hand when he left.

Why did Lucien use this method to deliver messages?

I watched Lucien's calm and composed face, and suspicions gathered in my heart. I raised my head and met his gaze.

MC: ...!

I drew back abruptly, avoiding his sight.

Subordinate: Mr. Lucien?

Lucien: Nothing, go up, don't let the kids wait in a hurry.

After a while, Lucien appeared at the entrance of the carriage. He smiled and raised the paper bag to me as if nothing happened just now.

Lucien: Today is Chinese Valentine's Day, there happens to be a fruit seller in the station, wanna try it?

MC: Huh, today is Qixi Festival?

I couldn't help but froze. The spirit has been tense recently, but even the days have been somewhat forgotten.

Lucien: No wonder you forgot, it was my fault that kept you in the train for too long.

Lucien: But it doesn't matter if you forget these festivals, I will help you remember them.

When he made a promise, his brows were dazzling and his tone was solemn, as if he really was a caring beloved.

Lucien sat next to me and handed me the paper bag.

The small and lovely fruit inside exudes a fragrance, I picked up one and said with a smile to Lucien.

MC: "Begging every year is a coincidence in the world, and there are too many inhumanity in the world", my pleasure.

MC: Hmm... delicious!

MC: Mr. Lucien, do you want to taste it?

With a smile, I picked up another dessert and handed it to Lucien's mouth. He fixedly stared at me for a moment and bit it with a smile.

MC: How is it, isn't it delicious?

Lucien: Well, this is the first time I have eaten this kind of dessert. It is sweet and slightly salty, with a crunchy texture, and it tastes really good.

Lucien: What makes me even more happy is... You really like the taste of this hometown.

He just bit the word "hometown" a little bit harder, and it made my breath stagnate.

MC: I don't understand what Mr. Lucien's words mean.

Lucien: I remember that Miss MC who came back from studying abroad. Both your parents are abroad, right?

Lucien: It just so happened that my subordinates went to a country where Miss MC's parents, so I asked him to inquire a little bit.

Every time Lucien said a word, he leaned forward by a point, and the distance between us was closer.

His breath was burning, with the sweet fragrance of fruit, but it caused a chill in the back of my neck.

Lucien: In his reply to my telegram, he said...in the local area, there has never been such a family.

Lucien: So, Miss MC.

His hands are still cold, and when it touch me, it's like touching rare fragile objects.

His fingertips went from my brow bones, to eyelashes, to cheeks, and finally gently twisted away the fruit crumbs from the corners of my lips.

Lucien: Can you tell me who you are?

Silence flows between us. The train has not started yet. What can be heard is the shouting of the platform not far away, as well as the breathing and heartbeat close at hand.

As Lucien's breath enveloped me, there seemed to be a flame igniting in the place where he had just touched. I bit my lower lip and tried not to shift my sight.

MC: Is the answer to this question important to Mr. Lucien?

Lucien: Of course it is important.

MC: Why?

My question made Lucien raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Lucien: Haven't you noticed MC? You are a very important person to me.

MC: Haha, Mr. Lucien's words really flatter me.

tugged at the corners of my mouth stiffly, but my mind was spinning.

What does Lucien mean by "not found"? What does "very important" mean?

How much did he find out about my identity?

With Lucien's ability, as long as he catches any slight loophole in my words, it will be enough to destroy everything.

No, I can no longer answer any questions from Lucien.

It just so happened that the train whistle sounded again, and I put my hands behind me and pretended to pull the tablecloth inadvertently at the moment the train started.

The tea cup on the table swayed twice and poured in response. The remaining tea in the cup was spilled on me and Lucien.

I took the opportunity to sit up, lowered my head to help Lucien wipe his clothes, and apologized to him again and again.

MC: Oh, Mr. Lucien, I am sorry!

Lucien looked down at the tea stains on his silk shirt and smiled.

MC: I'm okay, but you have water stains on your body, so go back and clean it up.

As a pardon, I nodded and left immediately.

Lucien: By the way, I asked the train restaurant to prepare a candlelight dinner tonight, and I hope Miss MC will appreciate it.

MC: With Mr. Lucien's invitation, I will definitely be present in full dress.

Lucien: I believe MC, no matter how you dress it up, it will look good.

Lucien lifted the teacup on the table, seemingly inadvertently added another sentence.

Lucien: After all, such a good day as Qixi Festival cannot be easily let down.

I was sent back to my car by Lucien's subordinates. The moment I closed the door, I felt my strength slip away and plunged into the mattress.

MC: (sighed)

Being vigilant all the time makes me exhausted physically and mentally. Only when I’m in my car, I can breathe a sigh of relief.

My identity will be revealed sooner or later, and once exposed, would Lucien behave like a merchandiser who is pushing goods, showing me a touch of kindness?

Do I really have a fluke with Lucien like the whistle said?

I opened my eyes and slowly spread out my palms.

In the palm of my hand is the little note I just stole from Lucien.

There was a line written on it: Snow Fox is in the car, be careful.

At the moment when I saw these words, all kinds of scenes flashed past my eyes quickly.

Lucien: After all, an excellent hunter wants to lure the "snow fox" out of the hole, and it can't do without enough delicious bait.

Lucien: Haven't you noticed that you like ink? You are a very important person to me.

Could it be that... Lucien discovered that I was an organizer and wanted to use me as a bait to draw out the "Snow Fox"?!

Since this is the case, should I act first to be the best-obey Mr. Snow Fox's order and kill Lucien.

Snow Fox , Lucien...All the emotions in my heart are like a tangled mess. I can't help but reach out to the suitcase by the bed.

Across the wall of the box, the "Awakening" lay quietly there.

After a long time, I took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, and started preparing for the action tonight.

I first took out the wireless transmitter hidden in the suitcase and told the whistle that Lucien and I would have dinner in the dining car tonight.

Then quickly took off the pink dress and put on a purple cheongsam. Opened the secret compartment of the suitcase, took out a pistol from the inside and tied it to my thigh.

While putting on makeup, there was a knock from a subordinate outside the door.

Subordinate: Miss MC, Mr. Lucien is already waiting for you in the restaurant.

MC: Got it, tell Mr. Lucien that I will be there soon.

I put the lipstick back in the box and was about to get up when the light from the corner of my eye suddenly swept over something on the table.

It was the white handkerchief Lucien wrapped around my finger when I lied about being scalded.

When I returned to the car, I put it on the dressing table and didn't move it again.

Lucien's handkerchief is as simple as his clothes, and there is no other pattern except for the embroidered mark of his name on the corner of the handkerchief.

The moment I saw the handkerchief, Lucien's abrupt eyes suddenly appeared in my mind.

Why does a rumored "Mr. Lucien" who is obsessed with power and cruel, has such a pair of calm and sober eyes?

Obviously in my imagination countless times, only the "Mr. Snow Fox" in my mind would have such eyes.

MC: Mr. Lucien... is it really just Mr. Lucien?

I was shocked by the nonsense that I blurted out, and I took a step back abruptly.

I was a little flustered inexplicably. Just about to put away the handkerchief, my fingers suddenly felt strange bumps on the silk surface.

MC: Hmm??

I looked down and found that beside Lucien's name, there was a Morse code embroidered with silk threads of the same color.

I held my breath and fumbled for the code with my fingers, and finally found that they formed a words.

MC: My shimmer?

The setting sun outside the window was sinking, and the fluent sunset glow was gradually replaced by the night.

The lights are lit on each train, and the train shuttles through the mountains and forests like a golden dragon.

When I arrived in the restaurant, Lucien was still writing a letter at the table by the window.

When he saw me, he put away the half-written letter and smiled at me.

Tonight, instead of wearing the daytime gown, he changed into a slim-fitting suit, and his temperament became more capable and chic.

MC: Sorry to let Mr. Lucien wait for a long time.

Lucien: Compared to Cowherd who can solve the pain of lovesickness only once a year, I only waited a while for "Little Weaver Girl", considered to be very lucky.

Lucien: Have a seat

He opened the table seat for me, and I took a seat happily.

Lucien: How have you been on the train these days?

MC: Mr. Lucien seems to ask me this every day.

Lucien: Do you think I'm long-winded?

MC: No, this is your thoughtfulness, I like it very much, and I have had a good time these days.

MC: Even too comfortable, I don't want to get out of the train

Lucien: This is bad.

MC: What's wrong?

Lucien: After eating this dinner, we are almost arrived at the station. If MC don't want to get off the train, I can only use other methods to get you off.

I quickly glanced at the closed door of the dining car, settled, poured a glass of wine, and continued to laugh with Lucien

MC: What other method does Mr. Lucien want to use?

Lucien: It depends on what approach Miss MC likes.

MC: Me, of course I want more....

Before I finished speaking, the ground suddenly shook! A hot air wave overturned the railroad tracks and hit the carriage!

Before I had time to react, I felt like the sky was spinning.

The next second, I fell into a warm embrace.

Lucien: Ugh...!

Lucien held me firmly in his arms, but his whole body was knocked to the ground by the air wave.

The world in the carriage was upside down, and Lucien's letters and official documents on the table were scattered all over the

The ornate decorations turned into fragments, and the wine in the glass was spilled on the brocade like drips of red blood.

The disaster came without warning, and the steel giant leaned on the rails, uttering a heavy mournful cry.

I turned my face to look at the mess on the ground. The crying and screams from the front and rear carriages made my brain go blank.

MC: What exactly is going on...

Lucien: The train was blown up. It should be coming for me.

Lucien took me up with one hand, and with the other hand drew the pistol from his back.

The explosion plunged the train into chaos, and Lucien's subordinates was at the other carriages and it was too late to arrive.

He turned around and looked at the exit of the carriage warily, while admonishing me.

Lucien: MC, If the other party wants to cut the grass and roots, it is estimated that they will take the opportunity to return to the restaurant to confirm my life and death, you have to be careful....

The words after were swallowed back, because a gun was hitting his abdomen at the moment.

MC: Don't move.

Lucien's gaze moved up from the muzzle a little bit, fell to the hand of my gun, and finally stopped on my face.

For the first time, his eternally calm eyes rippled, and his lips opened slightly, and then he pressed tightly again.

In the next second, a smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: Miss MC wants to kill me.

Lucien's somewhat helpless expression made me feel embarrassed, as if I was just a little girl making trouble with her lover unreasonably.

MC: Why are you laughing?

Lucien: Nothing, the other side of MC really surprised me and couldn't help but laugh.

I glanced at him and opened his tie with the muzzle of my gun.

Then freed his other hand and groped his waist and chest roughly to make sure that there were no other weapons or wiretapping on him.

And Lucien opened his hands very cooperatively, as if he was at my disposal.

After searching, I glanced at the door again before turning my gaze back to Lucien.

MC: Mr. Lucien, before killing you, I want to ask you a question.

My fingers slowly touched his heart, and said word by word with an voice that only the two of us could hear.

MC: (Do you believe I will be shimmer?)

Lucien's eyes were suddenly bright, and he also answered me with his mouth.

Lucien: (From beginning to end.)

Bang!!

The moment his voice fell to the ground, I shot.

Lucien also slowly fell to the ground under the gunshot.

MC: ....

Holding the gun tightly, I kept my eyes locked on the doorway of the squeezed carriage.

Finally, after a while, a figure appeared at the door.

MC: Whistle..

Whistle: MC? You didn't...

MC: I was lucky, and it happened to be blocked by the sofa when it exploded.

Whistle: Y-Yes...what about Lucien?

MC: Didn't you hear the gunshot just now, I've finished him.

MC: Whistle, You seem to have expected this explosion?

The whistle glanced at Lucien, who was motionless, then glanced at me, his mouth suddenly grinned from an arrogant angle.

Whistle: Of course, this is my plan.

As he said, the hand of the whistle rose sharply, and the black hole pointed straight at me.

Whistle: Because you and "Snow Fox" both have to die.

However, before he had time to pull the triggerㅡ bang! A gunshot sounded faster!

Lucien: Finally bit the bait.

Lucien, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes. He slowly sat up with a gun in one hand, looking at the whistle for an instant.

Whistle: You..

The man's eyes were full of things, his shrunken pupils were printed with the figure of me and Lucien standing side by side.

When he was about to attack again, the sound of footsteps came from both ends of the dining car. Lucien's subordinates who had survived the explosion finally rushed over and subdued him to the ground.

Subordinate: Mr. Lucien, are you okay!

Lucien: I'm fine.

Lucien: Apart from this person, there must be other pests in this train. Clean it up immediately.

Lucien: Also, immediately contact the headquarters and the nearest hospital, check the conditions of the front and rear carriages, and take all passengers out of here.

Subordinate: But you...

Lucien: Hurry up.

The subordinates' throats stagnated, and they didn't dare to defy him, dragging the seriously injured whistles towards the two carriages.

There were only two of us in the carriage at this moment, and Lucien turned his eyes back to me after watching the last subordinate leave.

Lucien: I just saw, Miss MC's acting is a little bit flamboyant, and she still needs a lot of polishing.

I didn't reply immediately, just stared at Lucien firmly.

At this moment, Lucien's face was strangely clear in the twilight, eyebrows, lips, cheeks... finally merged with "Snow Fox".

MC: ...Mr. Snow Fox's acting skills are outstanding, and the little girl is deeply impressed.

Lucien smiled deeper, and he carefully helped me straighten my temples.

Lucien: When did you discover that the whistle had a problem?

MC: From the beginning. When he faked "Snow Fox" orders and asked me to assassinate you, I began to doubt him.

MC: But at that time I was still not sure about his motives, then...

I took out the handkerchief, and picked up the letters scattered on the ground—the writing on it was exactly the same as the writing in "The Awakening" message.

MC: Did you also find out that there is a problem with the whistle from the beginning?

Lucien shook his head.

Lucien: No. I only found out that he had betrayed the organization and he also found out that I was Snow Fox.

MC: Then when you first got in the car, you said you wanted to get rid of "Snow Fox"....

Lucien: In addition to the whistle, there are other inner ghosts.

Lucien: I arranged this train and wanted to use this excuse to catch them all.

Lucien: But I didn't expect these people to blow up the train in order to get rid of me.

This is a journey of life and death. In the confrontation between righteousness and evil, everyone's identities are constantly changing.

Everyone feels that he is a hunter and the other is a prey. Lucien the Snow Fox. Whistle the traitor.

ㅡOnce Lucien dies on the train, the entire Loveland City may face a bloody storm.

When Lucien said this, his voice became more and more apologetic.

Lucien: I insisted on taking you in the train, because I was afraid that you would be silenced by the whistle while I was away. As a result, I almost made you fall into danger with me. Sorry.

MC: I am not afraid of danger, darkness must accompany danger, I just... a little angry.

Lucien: Why are you angry?

I blushed, and finally threw the gun to him, hold my breath to say the words.

MC: You... the big liar who always talks around the bush!

Lucien laughed loudly. The first time I heard him smile so clear, it was like the early morning when the clouds saw the sun.

He took me to the side of the carriage, supported the window with one hand, and dexterously take off from the carriage.

MC: What are we going to do?

Lucien: There is much more to be done.

Lucien: "Snow Fox" can disappear, but Lucien still has to exist.

Lucien: We have to continue this scene until the darkness fades.

He stretched out his hand to me outside the train. I held his hand and felt the solid strength of his arm.

MC: You are talking around the bush again.

Lucien: Hmm... Would you like to hear me say something less convoluted?

MC: Of course I do.

The glow in the distant mountains has long since faded, and the long night is approaching, and the wilderness will rise from the starting point of the firefly.

Lucien's eyes are brighter than stars and fluorescent lights.

He smiled and took me out of the trainㅡ

Lucien: It happens MC for me, it is indeed a very important person

Lucien: I am very satisfied with the result of this blind date, how about you?

Notes from me: You’ve done reading~ thank you for always read Lucien’s date~ I really love the interaction between MC and Lucien in this date, the way Lucien always want to protect MC and MC who wants Lucien’s kindness, is really make my heart fluttered. Again, thanks a bunch for everyone, HAPPY QIXI FESTIVAL! (*≧ω≦*)

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc lucien #lucien #mlqc date #mlqc translation

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 3 years

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Titanic Mothers (Mother’s Day 2021 Drabbles)

Dedicated to all Mothers in the world, whether by birth, adoption or otherwise. Take the time to wish the woman who helped you become the person you are a very blessed Mother’s Day.

Of course I cannot have done this without thanking my pen pals @lightdusk96 @mothnem @wisegirlandseaweedbrainforever @fireflyxrebel-writes @tarisilmarwen @bluerene and many others

So without further ado....

Arella Roth

The peaceful, serene and calming orange tinted skies of Azarath are in many ways are therapeutic sort to admire under. For Arella, they are a perfect sort of skies to step outside for a nice and simple meditation. The Monks’ efforts in freeing her mind and grief in light of the numerous....series of events surrounding her entire life, whether being her harsh childhood and especially her unfortunate encounter with that bastard of a devil known as Trigon the Terrible, all of it had truly done some wonders in giving her a chance to appreciate life though clearly that grief runs deep, requiring an additional amount of effort on her end to counter it.

As Arella assumes lotus position on the balcony and lights two candles to her sides, she closes her eyes. She begins steadying her breathing and clears her mind...no easy feat though sine almost about a few seconds into clearing it, the scepter of Trigon and her tyrant of mother start coming in. The harsh words of shame, the demonic laughter, those taunts, the curses, they all start piling onto her mind, no her soul all at once. Her breathing starts picking up speed. She must remember what the Monks taught her....peace...find her inner peace...find what makes her find said peace...then within the blackened and harsh void of darkness clouding her mind...Arella sees it. That peace, a tiny stream of white light...a small bird. The bird starts getting closer, it’s wings start opening, dispelling the black void surrounding her...

As her mind starts feeling the calming light clear it out, Arella peeks open her right eye very slightly, sure enough there she was. Her light, her inner peace, her white bird, her very daughter.

Little Rachel Roth, barely eight years of age as of now, was also in lotus position, practicing the very same meditation her mother was doing right now. She too looked at her meditating partner to her side and sure enough, both realize...’why stop now’ and both wordlessly give each other a small smile, a nod and both continue mediating.

Arella, upon closing her eye back, says, “Okay, Rachel, now repeat after me...”

“Yes, Mom”

“Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos....”

Marie Logan

“Garfield” Maire called out for maybe the fifth time, passing by the tall tree next their camper yet again.

Her six year old little explorer of a boy had a tendency to run off whenever he was bored. Thankfully, he’d never venture into the nearby jungles or savannas the Logans visit too far, he always keep relatively close to make sure he knows his way back safely. Still, as a mother, Marie has her fair share of concerns for his well being since who knows what kind of animals he can run into this time.

However, the fifth time calling for him appears being the charm as sure enough, she can hear the branches creaking and the leaves rustling above her. Looking upward, sure enough, there he was, climbing down the gigantic branches with such agility before finally landing safely right next to her. His blond hair and crisp green eyes shone brightly as Garfield beams to his equally smiling mother.

“Found anything up there my explorer?” Marie asked while picking her son into her arms.

“Nah”, Garfield replied, “plenty of birds like the manual said would ‘round here but they flew away”

“Well, must be cause they didn’t want to hear about Wicked Scary just yet”, Marie says lightly giggling while ruffling her son’s hair, “maybe they just didn’t wanna get it spoiled you know?”

Garfield sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah, guess so.”

Dr. Elinore Stone

Fixing her goggles, Dr. Stone narrowed her eyes within them ever so slightly. Next to her, ten year old Victor was equally wearing goggles but also adorably having oven mittens on his hands while holding on tightly to the beaker of green fluid over the larger one with orange fluid.

It was ‘Take Your Kids to Work Day’ at STAR Labs and both Elinore and her husband Silas had taken their son over to both explore where his parents’ worked at and even take part in a family friendly activity like this one.

Lightly guiding her gloved hands over Vic’s, the two together start pouring the green fluid from the beaker the latter was carrying very slowly into the one with the orange substance. The chemical reaction from the larger beaker was almost immediate since it started changing into a multitude of bright colors and bubbling.

“Alright son”, Elinore exclaimed proudly as her son beamed to her happily, “I think you’d just be quite the perfect chemi...”

KA-BOOM!

The lab immediately filled with a light with still irradiating cloud of smoke so rapidly that Silas immediately opened the windows to let the air clear.

As the smoke cleared out safely, both Elinore and Victor were thankfully completely fine aside the black soot covering their faces, their hair standing up embarrassingly, all the while Vic still holding onto that plastic beaker in his hands, muttering with a chuckle, “or not.”

Empress Luand’r of Planet Tamaran

The royal gardens within the palace walls have always been a true sanctuary in many ways. In contrast to the barren and strip-mined prefectures right outside said palace walls, ravaged by years of constant fighting and war, the gardens housed a peaceful and tranquil environment that not provides the many fauna a suitable home, but also anyone who ventures within a calming place to contemplate and even find joy in spite of such harsh times befalling the planet.

That’s very much the case for the very Empress of the Tamaraneans as she cannot help but find her smiling at not just the beautiful varying colors, pleasant aromas and lively calmness of the garden the bench she sits upon at this moment but also of the other resident currently enjoying herself alongside her.

Hearing a small voice giggle above her head, Luand’r beams proudly at the sight she sees: her seven planetary cycles of age old little Princess Koriand’r was floating in the air joyously and with such excitement, flying around the numerous branches and leaves of the fauna surrounding her, only stopping every now and then to have her brilliant green eyes observe closely of the leaves she floats right next to.

It was moments of pure innocence like this that always bring the purest joy within the usually lowkey Luand’r since through her, her husband Myand’r and especially their beloved ally and servant Galfore, Koriand’r and her siblings are actually given even int he smallest of doses a life outside of the constant bombardment and sirens their enemies bring on a consistent basis. If only there were some way, some means of escaping this perpetual worry and state of fear this war for their kind’s very sovereignty. If one such means exists, Luand’r here will ensure she and her people, especially her children, can take it.

A hug snaps the Empress out of her thoughts. Looking to her side, she sees Koriand’r wrapping her arms around her. No other options are needed since all the black-haired Tamaranean woman does is simply yet all too lovingly hug her red-haired daughter back.

And so, Empress and Princess sit peacefully underneath the blossoming flowers and leaves of the royal garden, a truly fond way of doing the ‘spending quality time’ as a certain other species called Earthlings call it.

Mary Elizabeth Lloyd Grayson

Gripping the bar tightly, Mary pulls it back while bending her legs starting with tipping her toes over the edge of the platform. Now int position, she looks down from her post and can clearly see the nets are firmly in place and secured well enough. In the very few instances they engage in practice sessions without the nets, as per their acts, it would be just John and her doing such since by now, years of practice and experience worldwide have taught them a thing or few about making sure not a single fall happens on their watch, lest it cause certain disaster.

However, this it wasn’t John that was up here with her for today but, looking to her side and giving him a proud thumbs up, instead was her eight year old son who also gives her a thumbs up. Just two months ago was his birthday on the first day of spring and since then, no ever since he first took to the trapeze ropes when he was four, Mary watched her Little Robin improve and grow with each session, each show and every single time he stands on that platform, taking a leap of faith with his hands on the bars, letting loose to perform a spin or flip in the air before once more stretching his arms to safety of both John and/or her. Today proves not too different, hopefully. Worst case for this, Dick or her fall to nets below instead of the hard sandy floor.

Leaping off the platform with bar in hand, Mary flew the calm free-of-audience noise air with perfect easy, before hearing that trademark crack of the ropes, signal her to let it loose and with a flip in the air transferred successfully to the second bar across from where her son and the platform are, the first bar she gripped on still in hand.

Returning the first bar back to where son is at, now it was on her to ensure he reached her after his turn to swing. As such, Mary began swing the bar she was on back and forth, gaining momentum with each addition swing, only increasing such until it was deemed ready. Sure enough, the bar was swinging at a good pace and now, being the naturally skill contortionist she is, Mary easily positioned the back of knees so that her calves were holding her on the swinging bar, she was hanging upside down if not for the swinging of said bar and most importantly her arms are firmly in a position to stretch as far as they can for a catch. Her part in the act was good to go, now it truly was her son’s turn to fly.

With a nod, his own hands firmly on the bar, in position for the leap and now his mother across ready to catch him, Dick with a wide grin on his face takes the leap of the platform and swings on his bar across the air. This was it, this was the time he gets it right. The creaking of the ropes he waits for is heard, it was time to let the bar loose. Sure enough as he does so, tucking in his legs to his chest tightly, Dick has nothing to hold him but gravity itself.

One....Here’s hoping Raymond and Calvin are seeing this

Two....He can already hear the crowd gasping

Three....Keep it tight and remember make sure you let arms stretch at the right moment Dad says.

And......Four! Dick straightens out his body and stretches his arms as far as he can.

For the briefest of all moments, he was actually flying. Nothing carrying him, no sense of his own weight dragging him down. He was Superman at that moment.

Then he starts loosing his flight, gravity had set in. He stretches his arms just to tiniest bit hoping before air rushes he can....just a little bit....

Sire enough, all too familiar hands clasps onto his own hand. That familiar calloused texture of the palms, the chalky powdery feeling...Dick looks up to all too familiar face, a very beaming and proud one on top of that

“I’ve got you” Mary says lovingly as she can while using her arms to carry her son safely, “Momma’s here, Little Robin.”

The two smile at each other with all too familiar love and happiness in their distinct pairs of blue eyes while Mary’s bar starts slowing down its momentum. Finally as it comes to near complete stop, it was time to safely descend to the safety net below.

Before letting her son’s grips slips from her hands, Mary pulls him up to where she can deliver a small kiss on his forehead.

“You did great!” she exclaims happily. Just then, finally the bar’s swinging comes to stop, allowing Mary to finally lossen her grip on her son, allowing him to safely land on the net below, giggling lightly as he initially bounced on it. Just then, Dick rolled out of the way to give his mother enough space for own safe landing as she unhooks her legs from the trapeze bar and land on the net right next to him.

Mother and son simply lay there on their sides of the net, panting after such an effort before Mary threw her arms around her little boy, hugging him close to her. “You’re learning so fast”, she says panting yet all to happily.

Dick simply lays his head close to her, feeling her all too calming and steady heartbeat, relaxing the both of them.

“Happy Mother’s Day. Momma, Love you”, he whispers to her happily, as he wraps his own around her tightly

Mary can’t help but smile and even have tears of joy glisten her eyes. Pressing a few kisses on her son’s forehead, she whispers in turn, “And I Love you, so, so much, My Little Robin”

#arella roth #marie logan #elinore stone #luand'r #mary grayson #mothersday #rachel roth #garfield logan #victor stone #koriand'r #dick grayson

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tsukikoayanosuke · 4 years

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Congrats on your milestone! You deserve it! If there are still slots open, could you do something with Azul singing in the lounge with some type of hypnotic/siren lure to his voice? Initially, I was thinking with reader and Azul serenading them into doing a contract, but if you want something angsty instead, up to you! 💜

Does an underground sewer can be count as a lounge? YouTube made a terrible decision for recommending me 'The Phantom of the Opera'. As if playing 'One Day More' on a loop wasn't enough. I just had to make it. But thank you for requesting! Uh... I don't know if this is what you're expecting, but... I hope you like Phantom of the Opera-ish AU songfic (I'll be putting this in the 75 Bookmarks Celebration)

The Phantom of the Opera is Here Inside Your Mind

It was a sudden surprise for many. You weren't the best singer, not even a notable back-up dancer. But it was true when they say opportunity comes in the most unexpected times. When Director Dire Crowley offered you a spot as the main singer in the opera's next show, completely out of nowhere (well, he said that someone gracious recommended you), to replaced Vil Schoenheit (their best singer) when he, unfortunately, fell ill a few days ago, you accepted it. Who knew that not only it was the start of your major career. It also brought you into a reunion with your childhood friend, Ace Trappola.

A curious lad, you might say. Once again head over heels for you. He wanted to be close with you, just like old times. But it appeared to be really hard because you kept disappearing. Not to mention, were you keeping someone in your dressing room?

Like dear Alice, Ace couldn't hold back his curiosity. During one of your concerts, he hid in your closet in your dressing room. You were smiling for another successful night, which Ace must agree. You never fail to take his breath away.

But then, both of you hear it.

I am your angel of music...

Ace might not recognize it, but you did. It was a very familiar voice that kept you company in your days. It was the voice of your mentor, your friend, the Angel of Music who taught you how to sing. The mirror in your room rippled and the room suddenly seemed to turn dark. A pair of blue light appeared in the dark mirror. You were mesmerized by them, almost hypnotic.

Come to me, Angel of Music

A hand covered in white-glove appeared and you didn't hesitate to take it. It pulled you into this dream world, leading you into this dark pathway. The only source of light was the lantern he was carrying. You could vaguely recognize the rough wall around, the smell of saltwater, and the sands underneath your shoeless feet. But as long as he was holding your hand, you will be fine.

In sleep he sang to me In dreams he came That voice which calls to me and speaks my name And do I dream again for now I find The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside my mind

Passing through what seemed like a tunnel or maybe a cavern, you could hear the water flowing. The room was slightly brighter, but you still couldn't see beyond your arm's length.

Sing once again with me Our strange duet

You turned your head to the voice where the man reached for your face, lifting your chin so you could stare into his blue eyes. From the lantern, you could make up the black clothes, fedora hat, and white mask around his eyes.

My power over you grows stronger yet

He offered his hand again and you took it. Bringing it close to his lips, he pressed a light kiss on your fingers before pulling you once again down the underwater cavern.

And though you turn from me to glance behind The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your mind

Your feet stepped onto a wobbly platform and he eased you to sit down. He stepped onto the platform, which you could guess was actually a boat, and picked up a paddle tucked. He started to row down the stream.

Those who have seen your face Draw back in fear I am the mask you wear It's me they hear... Your/My spirit and my/your voice in one combined The Phantom of the Opera is here Inside my/your mind

You arrived into a brightly lit area, it was as if candles rose up from the water. It was in a blue color that reminded you of the sea and the shadows were the fishes. A small living area, like an opera dressing underwater, along with a grand piano set up like a throne.

In all your fantasies, you always knew

It was then you realized you could see everything clearly, which means you could see him! Turning around-

And there he was...

He was even more beautiful than you could imagine. A black coat hung around his shoulder underneath his black tux. The fedora on top of his head cast a shadow over his white mask, giving him the more mysterious feels, which was fitting for him. Mysterious, yet gentle, the gentleman who stole your heart and voice away.

That man and mystery Were both in you And in this labyrinth Where night is blind The Phantom of the Opera is here, Inside my/your mind He's there, the phantom of the opera

When the boat stopped, he took your hand to help you stand up, stepping onto solid ground. You couldn't take your eyes off him, mesmerized by this gorgeous being.

Sing, my Angel of Music

And you sang. You sang and you sang, hitting those high notes. He was your mentor, of course, you'll take your training well. You were his pride student and you will sing until heaven trembles by your voice.

Back in your room, Ace was far too late. When he came out from the closet, you were gone without a trace. He tried to search around the room, looking for a clue of your disappearance. The only peculiar thing he could find was the golden scroll on your vanity table. When he unrolled it, he found out it was a contract.

I hereby grant unto Azul Ashengrotto, the Phantom of the Opera... [one voice]. [Y/N] [L/N]

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland fic #twst fanfic #twst fic #azul ashengrotto #ace trappola #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #75 Bookmarks celebration #tw:opt gaiden #serving raspberry #cross-posted on ao3

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radiant-flutterbun · 3 years

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Siren’s Song

She stood in the center of the stage. Her audience looked up at her with eager eyes. She held a microphone in her claws. She opened her mouth and could see as her audience shifted in their seats in anticipation.

It was at that moment that Angel knew she was exactly where she was supposed to be. Exactly who she was supposed to be. That she was perfect as can be.

She sang and those beneath her began to cry. It was an ugly, beautiful sight. It didn’t matter what Angel sang about, the results were always the same.

And those peasants ate it all up.They threw money at her feet just for singing to them. Just to hear her glorious voice. To cry and slobber all over themselves like the animals they were.

She hated that she recognized so many faces within the crowd. She knew the ones who had been there since the beginning a little too well. She despised that she remembered so many that called themselves her ‘super fans’. But as long as they continued to give her their money she would pretend to enjoy their company.

There was one face in the crowd that bothered her. It was a wildclaw she did not recognize. And there were no tears running down its face.

After the show of course many tried to get her attention. They always wanted something. An autograph, an interview, a proposal of marriage. But she only stopped and turned to pay attention to only one who trailed after her.

The wildclaw who did not cry at her performance.

“What do you want?’ She demanded and ignored all others.

“Would you sing for my Queen?” the wildclaw asked.

“Depends how much you’re paying me,” Angel responded.

The wildclaw handed her a bag full of gems “If that’s not enough I can pay you more.”

The bag was heavy in her claws. She knew there could be no less than one thousand.

“Who in Sornieth is your Queen?”

***

Angel stood among a platform but for once she did not feel as though this was where she belonged. She was surrounded by water, in the middle of the Sea of a thousand Currents. Angel was a child of light and a coatl. Her pampered feathers were not meant to be exposed to the moisture in the air.

Her audience were all strangers to her, and she found herself missing her persistent fan club. But still these dragons had paid her a hefty amount to sing. So sing she must.

She opened her mouth and the music came out. The dragons in the water around her bobbed to her tune, but they did not cry. They danced and twirled and splashed and played. But no dragon shed one of those ugly beautiful tears for Angel that night.

When she was done she watched the dragons with icy eyes.

They had reacted incorrectly and she wanted to know why.

“Why are none of you crying?” She demanded.

“Oh my dear,” The one she was told was the Queen, a grey mirror with milky white eyes, spoke up “As sirens ourselves, we are immune to your song. Though it was quite a beautiful performance.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your voice. It’s magic. You have the power to move anyone who listens to tears, that is unless they were sirens like ourselves of course.”

“Yeah? So? Why pay me to sing if you’re not even affected by my song?”

“Because,” the Queen smiled, “The song wasn’t for us. It was for the Monster.”

“Monster?”

“Abyss, be a dear and show her.”

The wildclaw who had been at her last performance nodded “Yes Queen Megalodon.” It climbed out of the water and onto Angel’s stage. To her horror its back half had turned into a fish tail. But with a flick of the tail its body returned to the usual form of a wildclaw, hindlegs and all.

“We are Clan Ula,” Abyss said ignoring her reaction “We are merdragons, and we are hunting a monster. A monster that took the sight of our Queen.”

Abyss showed Angel a diagram of a hideous creature. It was a serpent that had too many eyes, too many fins. Too many teeth. The diagram sparkled with what was most likely a spell to ward away water from damaging the parchment.

“And what does that thing have to do with me?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Queen Megalodon said “We believe your voice could be the key in capturing our Monster.”

“Didn’t you just say you had the power of the Siren’s Song as well?”

“We do, but none of our voices are quite like yours. Our voices can only affect dragons, but your voice. I’ve heard you can bring beastfolk to tears. That even the birds will stop singing to listen to you. That dogs and cats would run away from their owners just to sit and listen to your song. Your voice is so powerful that it affects every species. Our voices are limited only to dragons, and whatever that Monster is, it’s no dragon. Not anymore.”

“So,” Angel said “You want me to join your soggy clan with the hope that my singing will draw your Monster near?”

“That’s right.”

“Well I’d like to give that a hard pass.” Angel hmmphed and stuck her nose in the air.

Then the water grew darker and from behind the stage a huge creature breached the surface. It spun out of the water, it’s hundreds of fins causing a whirlpool to form. Its blue eyes that dotted its body streamed with tears and its maw was open with thousands of needle sharp teeth. The creature dove down and swallowed the stage whole. Angel and Abyss were nowhere in sight.

For a moment Clan ula stood still in shock.

“Was that…?” One merdragon finally said.

Queen Megalodon nodded, snapping out of her stupor “That was our Monster. The Siren’s Song worked. Now we hunt!”

But as quickly as the monster had emerged, it had disappeared once again into the murky depths.

***

Stargazer saw two bodies wash ashore on the Scarred Wasteland coastline. It was one of those places that he liked to sit and be alone. He had died on the coast once. It wasn’t a story he liked to remember. But he knew he could always count on the spot being vacant of anyone who would bother him. Until that very moment when he noticed that the bodies were very much alive.

He sighed and moved to investigate. He proceeded with caution, but quickly relaxed when he saw the mutations on the creatures. Multiple eyes and feathered wings. They were the telltale signs of magical radiation.

Stargazer nudged each body until they stirred. One was a white coatl, and the other a midnight wildclaw.

“Come with me,” He told them “I know where you’ll be safe.”

#Chimera Fang Caverns #multigaze #clan Ula #flight rising

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hellfirenacht · 5 years

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The Convention Fic Chapter 1

YouTube Gamer Beetlejuice x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: You were a mod for one of the biggest YouTube gamer, Beetlejuice. Now you're finally going to meet him in person.

Note: This fic takes place at Momo Con in Atlanta, Georgia because it’s my favorite con :)

Thursday (Night)

You didn't remember much between the plane landing and checking into the hotel other than the nervous and excited feelings in your gut. After dropping your bag next to the bed and plugging in your phone to charge you looked out the window, taking in the gorgeous view of the city as the sun set. From here you could see a rectangular park, along with a huge ferris wheel lighting up against the lavender sky.

You heard your phone ding, and you glanced over at it, seeing his name pop up. Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the message. "ARE U HERE YET?? COM FIND ME!!" he was always a bit sloppy with typing, even in private but something about the excitement and constant caps lock was endearing.

Still, the message made your heart pound in your chest. This would be your first time meeting him in person. He had practically begged you to come, claiming it was his first con and he needed his hype squad there.

You glances at the digital clock next to the bed. It was nearing 8 pm, and you knew that he was holding a small unofficial meet up in the park around 10. That at least gave you two hours to hype yourself up and get your badge and get ready.

"Just got in. Gonna take a shower and get my badge"

The reply was almost instant. "WAT ROOM? IM COMIN UP"

NOPE, you were NOT ready for this. You set the phone down, heart pounding. You were not ready to meet your celebrity crush/friend/boss (?) yet.

You took your time getting ready, wanting to make sure you looked perfect. It was warm out, so you pulled out the special t-shirt that you had bought from his merch store that just happened to make you look and feel kinda hot.

During all this, Beej kept spamming the mod group chat with pictures of everything he was seeing and people he was meeting. For a gremlin he sure did act like a puppy sometimes.

Finally happy with your appearance, you stepped out of your hotel, making sure you had your key card, wallet, and phone on you and made your way to registration. Being Thursday night there wasn't a lot people in line (especially since the YouTuber Concert had just started), but it didn't matter as you found your way to the Guest line, where Beej had promised a badge would be waiting for you.

He did not disappoint as you were handed a lanyard and a special badge that said "guest" on the bottom. It made you feel a little special that you were considered to be part of his group, officially.

But that's part of the reason you were here. You were a Mod for his streams and Discord, yes but you also helped him with responding to e-mails and picking out sponsorships. The only thing Beetlejuice seemed to care about when it came to his channel was entertaining people. He said that if it wasn't for you, Adam, Lydia, and Barb, he wouldn't have been able to do this much.

And so here you were now, at a convention where you would be his "handler" of sorts. Keeping an eye on him, making sure he was on time, helping with videos, and making sure that he didn't push himself too hard this weekend.

Glancing at your phone with your goodies on hand you were surprised it wasn't even nine yet. You glanced a picture Beej had dropped in the group chat, a selfie with a random cosplayer.

"I'm on the con floor" you typed and then deleted, your nerves getting the best of you. Oh wow you were suddenly a shaking nervous wreck. You knew that he wanted to see you, and you wanted to see him but something was holding you back.

It was decided that you'd just wander around a bit and wait until the meet up. Besides, it was probably a better idea to get used to the layout of the convention center now. You tucked your phone away and started walking where most of the con goers were headed after receiving their badge.

The convention had three official floors of the hotel, the top floor (ground level) held registration, some panel rooms and the outside courtyard where a lot of people were blasting music and dancing. The second level (down the escalator), held more panel rooms and a small food court which was mostly a hand full of food stalls and tabled. The final floor (down yet another escalator) was a huge basement area, an open floor divided into three sections; the dealers room, the artist ally, and the arcade.

Since the dealers room and the artist ally were closed for the night, you took a quick sweep of the arcade. The con had imported so many different machines from Japan, from DDR to some weird VR games, all free to play. There were also small booths where you could rent board games and other table top games. You couldn't believe that this was going to be open the whole weekend without closing. You wondered if Beetlejuice would make a video about the arcade.

It was a little past 9:15 now, so you decided to head back up the escalators towards the court yard where you'd seen people a partying. Maybe you could turn the nervous energy into party energy.

It was a nice warm night, and people were gathered around a de-masked Deadpool who had set up a portable rolling stereo, playing songs off his phone. The courtyard was a large concrete area with a raised platform about knee-high that was covered with grass. There was plenty of room in the grass for groups to hang out, talk, or dance. The area around the concrete was also filled with people, but also with amazingly beautiful, elaborate, or simple chalk drawings based on anime, games, or memes.

You considered what you wanted to do for a moment before you heard it. That sound.. that beautiful sound that made your heart explode inside your chest, your head spin, and caused a small part of you to go absolutely feral.

Deadpool had just put on Caramelldansen; a siren call that no mortal weeb could resist.

The rest of the nerds around you felt the same reaction as everyone stated hopping up and down to the endlessly catchy bop. For a moment you forgot who you were and what you were doing, all that mattered was hopping up in the grass with all these strangers and dancing to this song.

Within those next 3 minutes, everything felt perfect. You danced with these people you didn't even know who were just happy to be there. Together with another stranger, you brought someone else onto the grass to dance. One person yelled that they liked your shirt, you told another that you adored their cosplay.

Three minutes was all it took to make you forget about being nervous and facing your fears. As the song ended and another started, you felt ready to finally go find him.

Just as you were pulling out your phone, another pic appeared in the group chat and your heart leaped in your chest. He was outside in a place that looked eerily like where you were standing.

You ran to the center of the yard, looking around like mad. It was dark out now, but there were some lights that flooded the courtyard. There! You spotted the familiar messy green hair and found yourself trembling again. This time though, from excitement. The energy and positivity you felt from dancing with everyone had given you the highest high, and biggest confidence boost you could have.

"Beetlejuice?" You called out once, the noise from the dancing and the distance between the two of you causing you not to be heard.

You started walking forward towards him, your feet faster than you anticipated, your face smiling hard.

"Beetlejuice!" You yelled out again, this time his head jerked slightly looking around but still not seeing you. You decided to give him just one more.

"BEETLEJUUUUUICE!" You yelled, running full tilt at him. He turned around, and his face going from confusion to pure joy within 2 seconds. He yelled your name and started running at you as well, his arms outstretched as if to catch you.

You nearly jumped into his arms and he picked you up, spinning you around. You both laughed when he set you down, and he looked at you with excited bright eyes and your heart caught in your throat.

"I almost thought you drowned!" He exclaimed looking you up and down. The way his green eyes scanned your body it was as if he was in awe of you being real. "Wait that's my shirt!!" He was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Y-yeah!" You stuttered, remembering that you needed to actually talk to him. You took him in- the hoodie and striped black and white shirt, the faded jeans, the slight dad bod, and the green ombre hair that seemed to almost glow under the streetlights.

"We gotta take a picture for the group chat!" He pulled you close to his side, his arm around your shoulder as he angled his phone at your faces. You barely had time to smile as he took the picture. It was slightly blurry and grainy from the crappy lighting but you both looked genuinely happy. You made a note to download it later.

Once it was in the chat with an "I FOUND THEM!!!!" attached, he launched into a million questions. He asked how your flight was, what you thought of the con so far, was your room okay?

The two of you played catch up for the next few minutes before he took your hand and started leading you away from the courtyard.

"Where are we going?" You asked, glad that it was dark enough that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were.

"It's almost 10!" He said. "Gotta be at the meet up." Oh right, of course.

He led you through the park, still holding your hand tightly as he brought you to a spot in the park that was covered in brick. You recognized it as one of those fountains that kids could play in where the water would shoot up, though the dry bricks hinted that it was off for the evening. From here you also had a view of the ferris wheel that looked so much bigger from the ground.

As you approached, a handful of people gasped and cheered as Beetlejuice drew close. He waved and greeted the dozen or so people who had been able to show up and meet him. Two of them even recognized you from Twitter and said hi.

The next few hours were filled with selfies, pictures, videos, autographs and games. It almost felt like being a kid again, being able to so easily make friends. You chatted with the group and Beej, so impressed at how he was able to so easily talk to everyone- not once letting anyone feel left out.

But he still stayed close to to you, using any excuse to throw his arm around you or grab your hand, each touch making your heart pound. If you didn't have a crush on him before, you sure did now!

After a few rounds of duck duck beetlegoose, red rover, and hide and seek (which BJ was impossibly good at for some reason), the group split up around midnight. Beetlejuice took your hand again and started leading you back to the convention center and hotel. Though you were starting to hit a wall, you weren't ready to say goodbye yet.

"So Babes, what are we gonna do for the rest of the night?" He asked, looking at you excitedly.

Your answer was cut off by a loud growl coming from your stomach. In all the excitement and nervousness of the day, you hadn't eaten more than some crackers and ginger ale from the plane.

"...Food." you said as he laughed.

"Food it is!" He said. "What do you want to eat?" You thought for a second and looked down the length of the park to the side opposite the convention center. There was the bright yellow sign of a 24/7 diner advertising waffles.

"That!" You said pointing at the building, suddenly taking charge and dragging him behind you.

"Alright, alright, Babes!" He laughed as he caught up with you. "You that hungry?"

"You have no idea." You replied as you started to get your appetite back. He followed you through the park and across the street to the small diner. The inside was a bit crowded but nothing unmanageable for the quickly moving waitstaff. At a glance you could tell that almost every person came from the convention center, either by the lanyards around their necks, the abundance of graphic t-shirts, or the half discarded cosplays while people ate.

You two were seated in the corner at a smaller booth, menus already on the table, but you already knew what you wanted. The green haired man in front of you looked over the menu, for a few moments until a waitress came by for your drink orders.

You ordered a water and some coffee, knowing that this might be the only time you'll be able to have some one-on-one time with Beej this weekend. You were sure that he'd be busy with meeting people and doing panels and autographs and you wanted to make the most of the night.

"I got something on my face, Babes?" Beetlejuice suddenly asked, smirking at you. You hadn't realized how intensity you had been staring at him.

"Ack, sorry." You shook your head slightly. "I'm just starting to hit a wall. It's been a long day."

He gave a small frown. "Do we need to get you back to your room after this?" He asked. There was something about the way he said it that sounded like he was both a little sad and worried. You just shook your head.

"I'll be okay once I have some food and coffee in me." You reassured. "I was kinda hoping that maybe we could check out the arcade together."

His eyes lit up at that. "Really? I was hoping the same thing! I wanna do a vlog of the con and spend time with you and we could give reviews on all the weird games and ask people why they're up so late!"

How was it possible for a grown man to be this cute? How was he making you feel like you were the only person on the planet?

He continued to tell you everything that's happened to him since he arrived at the con. The people he met, the costumes he saw- the way he talked it was almost like he never knew what it was like to be around so many people at once.

Your food arrived, and you were quick to start shoving waffles into your face as you listened to him talk with his mouth full.

"Geeze, you really were hungry huh?" He teased as you finished off your plate in record time. "I'm normally the fast eater."

You laughed sheepishly. "I hadn't eaten all day." You admitted. "I was, uh... too nervous and distracted."

He frowned and placed on of his waffles on your plate. "Breathers need to eat!" He insisted. "Don't do that! Also what were you even nervous for?"

Normally you would have said no to taking someone else's food, but that was a face you couldn't say no to. Plus you were still kind of hungry.

"I guess I was a little nervous about finally meeting you face to face." You admitted, drowning the waffle in syrup.

"You know that's fair. Most people I meet don't usually go out of their way to meet me." He let out a laugh. "At least they didn't before I started the whole playing games thing. Actually the last time someone went out of their way to call me I kinda kicked their parents out of the house, scared off a bunch of people and killed some cult leader named Kevin."

You snorted between bites. You wondered where he even came up with this stuff. He'd make a great writer, probably.

“Are you still nervous?” he asked, his voice lower and calmer than what you were used to with the man. You shook your head.

“No. I’m really happy right now.” you replied and you could see him visibly relax. It wasn’t often that he acted calm, especially when there were other people around.

The rest of the meal was eaten with quiet chit chat as he continued to ask you questions about yourself and you reigning him in to talk about the convention schedule and to finalize the plan.

"Okay, so looks like the panel you're running is Saturday around 3, and your autograph session in early Sunday." You said, scrolling through your phone, typing out the schedule. "That leaves all of Friday open-"

"Not quite." He said. "I uh, do have a plan for us on Friday night." For a second he seemed to hesitate. You looked up, a little surprised.

"...Us?" You asked. "As in, just us us, or us as in a group?"

"I have a surprise for you on Friday and I want it to be just us and I wanted it to be a surprise but I'm so bad at secrets and I want to tell you-" he started, but you cut him off, your cheeks turning slightly warm.

"I don't have any plans." You said. "I'd love to do whatever surprise you have planned. Maybe. Wait, is this gonna be another 'ball pit" incident?" You asked suspiciously.

He held his hands up in mock surrender. "No, not this time! This is a real surprise!"

"I'm sure that was a relationship surprise too, according to your room mates."

"This is different, cross my heart and hope to live!"

"I'm can't wait." You said, heart pounding in your chest. Though the two of you had been talking to each other for a few months now, you always assumed that you were just a Mod in his chat to him. The fact the he seemed to have gone out of his way to make plans for the two of you lit a small spark of hope in your heart.

The meal ended with you paying the tab and him picking up the tip.

"It's almost 1:30." You noted. "If you have plans for Friday night, then the best time to get footage of the arcade without fighting with the lines would probably be now or Saturday at 3 in the morning. "

"This is why I needed you here, Babes." He said, looking at you with pride. "You understand things I wouldn't even think of! Now let's go absolutely ape shit on these nerds." His smile as he said that last line looked feral and slightly dangerous. You would probably need a cold shower after you retired for the night.

And so Thursday night came to a close, with you walking into the start of Friday holding hands with a demon gamer. You noted to yourself that this was only the beginning, and you couldn't wait to see where the rest of the weekend went.

Next Chapter

#Beetlejuice x reader #gamer beej #the convention fic #nacht fic #i'll add a read more later #plz review

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guksthighs · 5 years

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Flaming Hot || pjm

Firefighter Jimin saves your life.

genre: firefighter!au, fluff

wordcount: 1.1k

The orange streaks of fire lit up against the night sky, embers burning before turning to black ash whilst drifting to the ground. The whine of sirens echoed through the streets becoming louder until your eyes scrunched at the volume which had finally woken you from your sleep.

After a few attempts at pulling your pillow over your head and burying yourself further into your sheets to dull the sound, you gave up. And that was when you smelt the smoke, bringing with it childhood memories of bonfires although this time with less wonder and more fear.

There was currently thick grey smoke filtering under the gap of your closed door and your body froze in fear because it seemed like your apartment was currently on fire and you had gone to sleep wearing only a pair of shorts.

Even with your mind blank, you pulled your sheets around your shoulders and ran to your balcony, opening the glass door and leaning over the edge of the balcony to see the bottom of your building had been immersed in angry orange flames, and breathing in you screamed down at the fire engines that were parked underneath you, “HELP!”

The smoke trapped in the back of your throat and you held onto the thin metal railings of the balcony and you began to cough, eyes watering with the smoke that had filled your room behind you.

“Don’t move Miss,” a voice called up to you and leaning over the railings you spotted a man on a ladder helping a family out of a window a few levels below you. Your hands were gripping the railings so hard, your knuckles had turned white and between coughs, tears had begun to run down your cheeks at the exertion and fear that was hammering in your head.

A thick gloved hand landed on yours, causing you to pause your coughing fit and look up and into the firefighter’s deep brown eyes, “My name is Park Jimin and I’m with the local fire department Miss, if you just climb over the balcony and- wait- are you naked?” You watched him turn away, with an obvious grin on his face as he tried to conceal his laugh causing you to pout in embarrassment.

“Can you just focus on saving me Jimin?”

He turned back around and pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to stop laughing, “I am saving you but why are you naked?” You were busy trying to clamber over the railings whilst, trying to keep your sheet covering your chest even though Jimin was busy unzipping his black jacket pulling it off and revealing his muscular build.

“Do all firefighter’s strip down and flex before they save someone’s life?” You questioned, trying to cover your obvious gawking with humour whilst currently being balanced on your railing waiting for him to help you onto the small platform of the truck. He didn’t reply and instead draped his thick black jacket over your shoulders.

Before leaning over and placing an arm around your waist, which was when he decided to say, “I’ve never been lucky enough to save a half naked beauty.” With that Jimin lifted you up to help you over the balcony and onto the platform. A thick blush spread across your cheeks and even though you were in a literal life or death situation, you found yourself staring up at Jimin for longer than normal, and he noticed.

A tickle was building in the back of your throat and just as Jimin opened his mouth to say something, you had doubled over again coughing so hard you thought you were going to be sick. His hand rubbed soothing circles on your back and as your knees began to weaken underneath you, he managed to catch you from falling.

“You must really find me enrapturing,” he laughed before crouching slightly to let you place your arm over his shoulders, Jimin was warm and even though you couldn’t see him, it was comforting to know you were being protected.

The complete shock was beginning to seep into your blood in an ice cold stream and Jimin felt you tense up as he walked you over to the ambulance that was administering first aid to people who had been in your apartment.

Each step you took was wooden and when he finally got you to perch on the trunk of the truck, sitting next to you the officers spotted him glancing over at you with a worried look as the medical team checked you for injuries.

Jimin was completely absorbed in making sure you were okay and once you had been giving the all-clear, he shuffled closer to you. Your hands were currently clasped in your lap to try and hide how badly they were shaking and Jimin knew this was a common reaction to being caught in a fire.

Without really thinking of the consequences, Jimin pulled your trembling hands into his own and squeezed, getting you to look up at him, “are you okay-” you realised he was hesitating because he didn’t know your name and even though you felt like crying, you smiled and stuck out a hand for him to shake.

“I’m Y/N, thank you for saving my life.” Jimin’s face lit up as he shook your hand mockingly, before grabbing a business card from his pocket and placing it into your open palm.

“Saving lives is my job but I think I’d like to get to know you better,” he gave you a smile so wide his eyes almost disappeared and you couldn’t help but smile back and nod. You placed your hands over his eyes, and finally the tears began to slip down your face in shock, “Y/N? It’s okay to cry-“ he gently moved your hands to the side, looking at you with a tentative smile before opening his arms, gesturing for you to hide in his chest and cry.

You took the offer to quickly to not seem desperate but the thought was quickly replaced by choked tears that left your throat and through it all Jimin stayed rubbing your back and telling you it would all be okay.

Soon enough the fire had been dealt with, though the glowing embers on the bottom floor where still a visible reminder for everyone of what had just been. The firefighters had been happy to report that there had been no fatal casualties and apart from emotional damage, everyone was safe. Even so, the team relentlessly teased Jimin for not finishing is job after becoming bewitched by your charms. Not that Jimin cared, instead, he’d look down at your messages to him and smile because he would be able to protect you from now on.

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Jessnote: after six months of intensive revision and then a month of exams i’m happy to say a girl is back and ready to post !!! of course i had to come back with an au and what better than a firefighter one!?

i’ve changed my posting schedule and now post on MONDAYS, WEDNESDAYS and FRIDAYS at 11pm (UK TIME) !!

+ PROMPT GAME:

155 - “Why are you naked?”

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powerfultenderness · 5 years

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Cold is the Stream/Colder my Blood

Title: Cold is the Stream/ Colder my Blood (Part 9 of the Hate Leads to Suffering series)

Rating: T

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader.

Summary: A surge of power in the Force brings realization to Kylo Ren. | Kylo’s knight becomes a threat.

Word count: 500 | 500

Warnings: DarkSide!Reader. Evil!Reader. Child killer.

Notes: Thank you to those who left nice comments/likes/reblogs and encouraged me to continue this series!

Tagging: @oopsiedoopsie23 @siren-queen03

Cold is the Stream

/ “Come with me. Let it all go. I can teach you how to efficiently wield the Force.”/

Your eyes snapped open and you fell back to the ground. You were meditating on the bridge when you came upon a vision...of recent events.

Hux called your name, bringing you back to reality.

Your fury swept you to your feet as you glared and sneered at the man who addressed you. “He said the Force connection was gone!”

“What?”

You took a calming breath, your First Order shawl floating back down onto your shoulders. “Excuse me, general. I have something I must attend to.”

/ “Do you know who your mother was? Your grandparents?”

“Grandma and Grandpa were the King and Queen. And Mama was a princess.” The boy answered.

“Of Miranda. And that means you are a princess too, auntie.” The girl finished.

“That’s right. Very good. And do you know why Miranda was so important?”

“...”

“The original Mirandan colony was a difficult place to live. But our ancestors figured out how to terraform the planet so it became the paradise that you were born into. And we sold that tech to other planets, in exchange for yearly compensation. You must always remember that. Miranda may be gone, but her tech is all over the galaxy and the three of us, we will inherit the profits owed to her.”/

“What was that, Lieutenant?”

“It seems there was some damage taken to the upper levels of the ship, sir. Interior damage.” Mitaka answered and pulled up the security feed.

/ “What is this?”

You and the children bowed to bemused Kylo Ren. “Supreme Leader. This is my niece and nephew. I was simply giving them a little history lesson. But it is time for their lunch. Go, eat.” They followed a droid that Hux had programmed to manage them while on the ship.

“The is no place for children.”

“I’m happy you’re concerned for the last of my kin, Supreme Leader. Do not worry, they won’t be here long. General Hux has assured them a place at the First Order Academy.” /

Hux stared at the security feed, jaw tensed as he realized what he was seeing. Though he didn’t know how the damage came to be. “You two, with me.” He ordered stromtrooper guards. “You have the bridge, Lieutenant.”

The elevator doors stopped and Kylo Ren swept in. “You’re not needed for this, general.”

“This is still my ship, Supreme Leader.” Though he did reign in his thoughts of you.

Kylo didn’t argue, he was too concerned with the surge of power he felt through the Force.

The elevators opened to the observation deck, surprising the four men at the damage they saw. Metal beams supporting platforms were bent, metal stairs were twisted, light producing glass shattered all over, red back up lights casting an ominous shadow over the figures in the center of the room: You sat on your knees, looking down at the children, each laying a head in your lap.

Colder my Blood

You stared down at the face of your sister. No. Your niece. She looked so much like the sister of your memories. The woman you found on Miranda just before Snoke died was a stranger to you.

Snoke. You could still hear his voice telling you to kill your family. It would make you stronger. If you were stronger you would be useful to him, to the First Order, and more importantly, to Kylo Ren.

/ “We can rule together and bring a new order to the galaxy.”/

You hadn't been strong enough for him then. But now…

You looked behind you as Kylo Ren stepped off the elevator, glass crunched beneath his boots as he looked at the damage.

“What did you do?”

You gently set the children on the floor, their lifeless bodies eerily still. Your mourning forgotten at the sight of Kylo Ren.

“I finished my training, Supreme Leader.” You gave him a deep curtsey, your dress and shawl unintentionally blocking the view of the children from him and the others, who were only a few steps behind him.

“Your training? What training?”

“It’s time to let old things die. Let it all die.” You repeated the words he never said to you.

You looked up at him from beneath your brow, head still bowed. He stared at you, trying to keep his face impassive, but you knew him better than anyone else in the galaxy. He was finally seeing you, for the first time in a long time he was finally seeing you! He would see! He would see that you would do anything for him. That you were stronger than he ever realized. That you deserved to rule at his side.

Your arms dropped to your side, though you remained bowed to him, and Kylo stared at the bodies behind you. He told you that it was Snoke that facilitated the Force visions between he and Rey, but there had been more. And you knew. You saw and heard everything.

General Hux interrupted Kylo’s thoughts as he and his trooper guards stepped around Kylo to observe the damage done to the ship.

They were looking at the children when you glimpsed the thoughts of one of the troopers. He was questioning why you would kill younglings.

“I killed them because I love them.”

Hux glanced at the two troopers, wondering which one was stupid enough to question your actions but you were still staring at Kylo. “Dispose of the bodies and bring in a team of engineers to begin repairs immediately.”

“Yes sir!”

This time you did look away from Kylo to look at Hux. “I apologize for the damages, general. I can assist with repairs.”

He nodded once, “If you wish. I need to get back to the bridge.”

With that he and the troopers returned to the elevator. Kylo turned just enough to watch them go. Hux, ostensibly speaking to his guards, looked directly at the Supreme Leader. “At least she doesn’t love me.”

#star wars fanfic #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #knight of ren!reader #darkside!reader #hate leads to suffering

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blackmuzak8484 · 4 years

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nortey dowuona’s best of 2020

to be completely honest, I decided to do this entirely for TSJ. otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered at all. Best end lists are for music nerds and billboard chart nerds and industry vultures, and i happen to be subscribed, in the discord and in the comments of the youtube vids of these folk. so, i decided to pick 10 out of random from the big best of 2020 i was compiling for the whole of the year, which I was gonna post to this Tumblr at the end of the damn year, but I guess I can just post the link to the playlist in the bottom of this post. Here, i’m gonna write about 10 songs I personally love, and pick out a few artists i specifically loved:

artist of the year.

RAP Ferreira put out his best album and best verses in a year everybody either stagnated, fell off or got rendered irrelevant by the world at large. He was ebullient, hilarious, thoughtful and even surprisingly honest. I enjoyed the fact that now he’s begun to create a real platform for many talented folx, and I hope he continues to do that in the margins and make even more beautiful music in the years to come.

rookie of the year.

Enny by a mile. Everybody else who debuted this year got hamstrung by the pandemic but she created 3 great songs, each thoughtful, insightful and a joy. Apparently she just started publicly releasing music to a large audience, and I hope she gets better and better, and even gets bigger than J-

most pleasant surprise.

Vic Mensa’s V Tape. An artist who I though had no more moves left completely turned around his whole career with a fantastic performance at Lollapalooza, a fantastic fleet of features and tis gorgeously produced EP which had some of his most brilliant songs on it. I love it all, Vic Mensah is well and truly back. Welcome back bro. (ALSO, DROP THE DRILL TRACK.)

GREAT THING A GHANAIAN ARTIST DID.

Strongman Burner, Amarae, Okunta Kinte, Vic Mensah in general.

cool things my friends and classmates did.

Justine Darcenne’s #4TheBaeless. Valencia Rae’s Siren thyhomebodies’s Coming of Age. (Phil, a producer in the group, made his own studio!) Brad built his own computer. petit abri put a track on APT9 Record’s compiliation album Volume II. khaalid anderson’s transitions. (khaalid will also be performing at Beats & Brunch on January 23, 2021 at 11 am.) Yannick Paul’s Bear Fruit. The Big Climax’s This Is Ya Boy kxng jetson’s Waves (ft. Kokko Williams & Mike Mezzl) Nicole Gonzalez performed in The Composer’s Melody. Victoria Marie released a bunch of beaufiful covers on her Insta, @toriiii_marie @ph0ssy_jaw works as a counselor online. Pay her at her PayPal. Johnny Aperano Yoba was on People AND Vogue. Dalitso is a wonderful pianist at his church back home in Zambia. Kobina is a fantastic drummer at his church. Kayla graduated with a BS in Music Technology and Industry! Damian been cookin on his insta. Travis graduated! (Look out for Clan of Dragons.) Rorghino Flores made a documentary! Francis (and Animax FYB) put out Mmofra on AmaLexPrime! (play it with yo kids.) A Hype has been dropping crazy all year, roll by his SoundCloud and check out Persistence Of Memory. Reina H been doing great covers on her Insta, @challenges_inlife. Hannah placed music on C. B. S.

best albums of the year (that nobody’s written about).

Maya Huyana -1991 DaWeirdo - Broke and Ugly $ilkMoney - Attack of the Future Shocked, Flesh Covered, Meatbags of the 85 VI Seconds - Because Why Not/Never Knows Best Erik Cain - Heart & Soul Vol. 2 Dimitri & the Scarecrow - Messenger is Sender (from 2015, finally got released onto streaming this year, still pretty great and another great Zimbabwean rapper for us to all fawn over, just like billy woods) Flowking Stone - Gifted 1 The Hoodies - Incommunicado Jayy Grams - Every Gram Counts Domo Genesis/Mike and Keys - Just in Case1/2 Madwiz - God’s Gold Teeth Maez301 - Hasaan Daara J Family - Yaamatele Dai Burger - Dessert EP TeePhlow - Road To Phlowducation II Tef Poe/Blvck Spade - Preacher in the Trap Terrell Hines - Portal One: The Mixtape redveil - niagara Nyukyung - Trap Harmonix AdrianXpression - Sucka Deante Hitchcock - Better (Deluxe) maassai & jWords - ve.loc.i.ty tobe nwigwe - cincoriginals everything Kelsey Lu did this year.

strangest things happening in music in general.

vic mensah actually making a great record. goldlink going through a narcissistic collapse and winding up making the best music of his career. redveil blowing up off Fantano calling him wack. pharoahe monch finally making a rock pivot and it actually works. meet me@the garden coming 10 years too late for my 14 year old self. RAP Ferreira being in the NYTimes, selling a vinyl record for $72, creating an actual nostrum grocers in a video game so we can listen to his next record. The entirety of the playboi carti phenomenom. The entirety of the lil uzi vert phenomenom. The entirety of Chance’s instagram EP being far more money worthy then the entirety of the Big Day and yet being released on Insta and not immediately monetized. Deante Hitchcock releasing a great album and being completely forgotten armand hammer releasing their underground kings wayyy too early. my ass continually not actually looking into amapiano despite always loving it when I review it. several good songs needing to be tacked on to a prior youtube vid as an ad for me to find them instead of actually listening to the artists. santan dave still releasing good verses after he made his illmatic. (expect his new album to suck.) slowthai becoming cake. (we let that go way too far.) Guapdad and BfB Packman being wonderful. Finding out BfB PAckman is a better rapper than Sada Baby. John Boyega putting on Ego Ella May. Having to admit Young Dolph was good all this time and i missed out like a fool.

best tv performance.

Chance The Rapper’s “A Chi-Town Christmas.” IDK’s “Change The Channel.” Sa-Roc’s Tiny Desk Concert. Chika in general. Robert Glapser’s “This Changes Everything (ft. Denzel Curry).” SZA at the Roots Picnic. Sampa The Great at the Roots Picnic. RAP Ferreira in general. Umi’s “Introspection Live Show.” Alexa Esperanza’s cover of “Is It A Crime.” Bad Bunny in general. the jwords, nappy nina and MIKE performances at Satellite Syndicate

most embarrassing piece of music i love with all my heart

Logic’s No Pressure. In all sense of the words I should not love this album like I love my siblings but I do. It is beautiful.

best 10 songs of this year objectively

1 - RAP Ferriera - An Idea Is A Work Of Art (ft. Mike Ladd) [prod. by Kenny Segal, mr. carmack and Mike Parvizi]

I know, I know. In all honesty Doldrums should be here. Then Noz put it on his best list and I had to be all ChiTown Go-Getter and pick the next better thing: this. And in all honesty, it has the best lyric RAP spits on the album: “we build better answers.” But it’s not just that, it’s RAP’s most animated performance, the most dexterous piece on the whole album and the most gorgeous beat, a loping bassline sliding behind the flatfooted drum, allowing Mike Ladd, his musical father, to gently drift through, saying, “what if royalty depised us?” and knowing the only gold is soul and giving it to all of us, all us maggots and vultures and locusts and weevils, to hold to the light so we can finally see. On the quest to get open and free, we continue.

2 - Chika - U Should [prod. by Lido]

I heard this the night it dropped and shot 2 insta videos playacting as it played. But apart from that, it’s a intimate, beautiful song about getting to know a new lady love, so tenderly sung it might melt and disappear if not held gently, with a sweeping guitar lick and purring trumpets sliding all over the place, Chika softly holding each frayed piece together into a considered, gorgeous piece - wait, she’s talking her shit.

3 - Issa Gold - Boys Don’t Cry [prod. by Kingjet & Sherwyn and Matt Zara]

The only reason this isn’t number one is because it dropped on Christmas Eve. But otherwise, it’s a openheart letter to us all. “it’s a lonely path being different,” Issa says, swimming in the melted ice caps as he once danced happily on the edges of melting glaciers that failed to drown him, looking at the world that keeps hurting his heart, yet he still opens his eyes and smiles, and dances. The heavy drums are so bouncy the whole song suddenly flies, formerly a hidden murmur becoming a bright sunlit flight across the sky so we can all see. I can’t wait to see Tempus, if it’s anything as good as this was.

4 - Deante Hitchcock - Growing Up/Mother God [prod. by Brandon Phillips-Taylor]

In all honesty, “Growing Up” is really not the best song on Better. It’s a sweet, happy song with a smooth, crackling bassline with soft, ghostly synths, but still kinda ok. It’s the song added at the end, “Mother God”, that has warm, sizzling piano chords and gorgeous singing in the back. It’s one of the few time I’ve ever heard a man pay homage to the woman in his life and to the God above while being entirely sincere and not faking the funk. The way he praises his mom, his lady, remembering the women in his family taking care of him and him foolishly neglecting Breonna due to his overburdened mind feels full of details, remembrances, explanations and praises. Plus, it actually makes sense that God, if she exists (she does) is a woman since -

5 - Yana Perrault - whiskey and weed [prod. by slate]

Apparently, Yana Perrault is verified now. Excellent. {YES YES MY GOD YESS}, It means more folks know about how great this song, and Yana herself is. If I had any sense, I would’ve written up 12:21 as the best song of 2018, but such is life. Anyway, we have this smooth, bass heavy slinker with shimmering percussion and lumbering drums about hooking up with a former flame who’s “sober” yet keeps on calling Yana to break their sobriety, “know we ain’t talked in a while but you still know my address,” she wryly mentions. As the beat sprints away under a warm cocoon of accapella echoes, it mirrors a relationship so tenuous it might disappear into the wind. Yet still strong enough to have whiskey on call.

6 - Marlon Craft - Culture Sick Freestyle [prod. by Cormill]

Apparently this was supposed to be a shot at Flex. And since Flex is a woman beater and a lame, good for him. Shouldn’t have even gone on Flex to be honest, but then again neither should Jay Critch or Tyler or Black Thought and besides, I watch those freestyles too. And on the freestyle, Marlon frankly put things in perspective. “You don’t want us to better, you just want to be cool still.” This describes all of rap media to be real. And tellingly, it only has 310,000 views. Methinks nobody really wants real. But I do. Thank u Marlon, you continue to be the best white rapper alive. (Nowhere near the best rapper tho, and if Token hadn’t fell off -)

7 - Miah - Cascades [prod. by Cedes]

I’m sideeyeing the boy Miah cuz I had to search up his Audiomack to find the producer’s name (it’s Cedes, and they have a really great avalanche of Drake Type Beats is you like that kind of thing). Were you trying to trick folk into thinking you produced it yourself? You don’t need to do that shit. Especially since you’re writing stuff like “back in high school all my peers were tryin to hit the league / until the league too far from reach so they tap dancing over beats.” When you can frankly break down life that clearly, don’t be trying to hide producer’s names unless you actually learn to produce too. Plaster your name all over that shit.

8 - Justine Darcenne - Off Days [prod. by Mikhail Miller] / Enny - Peng Black Girls (ft. Amia Brave [prod. by Paya]

Justine is indeed my classmate, but that’s not why this song is here. it’s here because it’s a nice little guitar driven song with a spellbinding bridge that’s the best thing I’ve heard her do yet. And I’mma keep it short cuz I already wrote this up at the Singles Jukebox.

Enny released this soft, cushiony record with washed out synths over bulky drums and floated FLOATED over them without even trying to run in the tar, saying frankly, “He said to me, 'they put guns in the streets, that’s what they wanted for me.’ And I said, ‘G, someone can fix you a plate but no one can force you to eat.’” After all, why not try to live for something greater than what the world has expected you to be. And Amia sings, “We’re gon be alright, ok?” with the joy and excitement of someone realizing the words coming alive on their tongue. One of the best songs of this miserable year, and it’s kinda funny watching Jorja accidentally Drake out Amia and even Enny (and by funny I mean irritating.)

9 - Tobi Lou - okay (ft. Dreezy) [prod. by Matteo Woods & Dilip]

Fun fact: Dilip did some great songs with Otxhello, a producer who recorded and mixed 2 records on my first album. That again is not why this song is here. The warm, swinging synths and heavy, bouncy drums are why this is here. Oh, and Tobi’s goofy, silly lyrics and his surprisingly effective Missy Elliott tribute are great too. But obviously, the verse that vaulted this into top 10 was Dreezy, which opens with such a openhearted line, “i can’t help it, it’s too hard to say I’m sorry.” And every line is harder than the last, until she closes with “and I ain’t talkin frontals but we got the city sown up.” Absolutely amazing.

10 - Strongman Burner - Pilolo (ft. KelvynBoy) [prod. by Nixie]

The sweet, gooey synths are poured over the soft, zipping and smooth drums as the wiry bass whirls between Kelvyn’s soft, thin crooning as Stoneman tap dances over the drums, both desperate and defiant, trying to salvage a sinking relationship that he knows is already gathering coral and snappers. It’s the best afropop song of the year and yet it still has a Nigerian on it (well, I put 4 Nigerians on here, next year I’m rectifying that.) And they even did a song together last year , not as good as this. At all. (still pretty good tho.)

best 10 songs i love (but not enough to write full paragraphs for, I already put 10 in and this is already 5 goddamn pages)

11 - Logic - Heard ‘Em Say

best song on the project that isn’t Dadbod but at least it isn’t tempting fate.

12 - Deqn Sue - Creep

I already love this for having a gorgeous bridge, and is cute af. Yes Sue, you can creep.

13 - Quelle Chris & Chris Keys - Sudden Death/ka - i love {moms, mimi, kev}

QUELLE CHIS CAN SANG SANG./ka can heart heart write.

14 - IDK - Square Up (ft. Juicy J)

I don’t know why this is here either but this slaps regardless.

15 - Nappy Nina - Modestly (ft. Maassai)

Maassai is creating some of the best raps out here. so is Nappy Nina.

16 - Kehlani - Lexii’s Outro (ft. Lexii Ajaii)

Let’s celebrate our great rappers when they’re alive (and this includes me. Pls Chika, don’t win Best New Artist.)

17 - Samad Savage - Goodnight

What Travis Scott should’ve tried to be instead of what he is now. Samad still dope af regardless.

18 - Bad Bunny - Si Veo Tu Mama

The way Bad Bunny actually hits that last note makes me feel so excited and alive.

19 - Fat Tony - Back In The Saddle

I fucked up. But I’m getting back in the saddle, back in the saddle next year. NO NIGERIANS ALL NIGERIENS. #ENDSARS tho.

20 - Lady A - the truth is loud

Why am I the only one who has this on a best list? I have 34 bot followers. Vibe, step it up.

best of 2020 music right here folxs.

worst music things of the year:

The Pop Smoke album. Just in all areas. (Better win that Grammy tho.) Travis Scott in general. (So loud and empty and boring.) Big Sean’s Detroit 2. (why does this exist? Just put out Deep Reverence and Detroit Night Cypher and leave everything on the cutting room floor fo the next album.) Remembering all the great rappers who are dead or incarcerated. No Kendrick album (just leaks. Not good enough.) J. Cole and Noname beefing and Noname getting strung up by twitter. Jay Rock pushing being anti-vaccinations. The realization that Normani might never drop a single record ever again. Tory Lanez in general. Joyner Lucas making actually good songs and falling off almost immediately. Cardi B in general. Anything positive being said about steven Universe songs. Luzamity shipping (until it’s canon please stop! Willuz is RIGHT THERE!)

#rap ferreira #best of 2020 #the singles jukebox

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TroyxReader/Borderlands 3 Rewrite

Growing up on Pandora was rough to say the least, I learned early on that it was kill or be killed. Add on top of that being a Siren and I had a small chance of survival. With my tattoos being across my chest and both arms, I got accustommed to wearing my signature turtleneck long sleeve, to help combat the heat of the surrounding area, I at least cut it into a crop top. On the plus, living in constant fear of bandits attacking had kept me fit through the years.

Currently I was running for my life from some psychos and tinks who decided I was their next target. Breathing heavy, I ran around a bend and face planted into a firm body, falling flat on my ass. "Fuck!" Looking up, I saw the familiar uniform of the Crimson Raiders, 'I'm saved!! Fuck yeah!' Scrambling to my feet, I jump behind the soldier and see two more of them behind, they quickly took out their guns and dispatched the bandits after me. That my friends is how I owed my life to the Crimson Raiders.

Living with the Raiders was the best time of your life until Handsome Jack ruined it all. So now you and Lilith were on your way to meet the new Vault Hunters as they cleared out a COV post. I told Lilith I could have done it myself, but she insisted on bringing in help, her words were exactly "I get what you are saying kid, but I can't afford to lose you too." She had become like a mother to you and losing Roland hit her really hard. She was protective of me even before he got killed, but afterwards she really tightened her grip around me. Hardly letting me out alone, if I was allowed out my pet skag pup, not that he could do much really. Montag as I call him, I rescued him when his mother wandered a bit too close to Lil. Both moms got a bit aggressive, so I had to save him before he acted on instinct. Ever since he has been attached at my hip, it baffles everyone who meets us.

Enough story time, back to what you all came here for. Lil grabbed my hand and we flashed to the new 4 Vault Hunters, they were pretty impressive. The leader I presumed was a buff Siren, she was really pretty. I felt myself swooning a little and had to real myself back in. The second one was a small girl about my height who wore military gear, she looked tough as hell. The third was an older man who appeared to be slightly drunk with a hologram of himself behind him. The fourth was a robot who seemed pretty ordinary until my eyes met the skag at his side wearing a bandana. Monty ran to it and began winding through its legs making as close to a bark noise as a skag can get. Giggling, I ran forward and pet the new skag, "What is his name?" The robot seemed confused by this, "His name is Mr.Chew and I am designated FL4K" I grinned up at him, "He is cute, you all can call me Medic! I will be your mandatory healer." Lilith went a bit stern, "We never discussed this. You have to stay with me."

Grumbling, I pouted, "B-But, I can do so much more helping them! Come on, I am an adult now. I wanna help..." The buff Siren spoke up, "I wouldn't object to a healer helping out." She turned to me and smiled, "By the way I am Amara." My face turned bright red as I nodded, "Thank you and pleasure to meet you.."

Lilith sighed, "I will think about it." Looking at her with a hopeful face, 'That is the closest to a yes I have gotten! Yes!' The short one chuckled gravelly at my face and stuck out her hand for a fist bump, "I am Moze, good to meet ya kid!" I grinned and bumped her fist while the older man turned and his hologram spoke, "I am Zane, now that we have introductions out of the way, should we go inside and plan our next move?"

Lilith smirked and nodded, "Yeah, their is a space we can use further inside this place, let's go." We all followed her while Monty continued harassing Mr.Chew. Mr.Chew was surprisingly tolerant of the little one. It made you glad inside to know that Monty finally had another one of his kind to play with. He was too scared to leave your side, so he never met any skags except the ones you killed. Even those were few and far between due to not wanting to kill them in front of him.

Once we arrived at the back room, Lilith discussed with the Vault Hunters what they had to do before we coudl all leave and go onto Santuary. She remained firm that I had to stay with her or Ellie until we got to Santuary. She knew I was a Siren, but no one else did, she wanted me safe until we had a home base we could run to in case of danger. I decided to go hang out with Ellie for most of it. She has always been my favorite person to spend most of my time with, she helped me develop my tech that allowed me to be a Medic.

See, I knew I had to have another skill if I was gonna hide my powers. I needed something else to make me a good team member, so Ellie and I made some nanotech to heal others. It is similar to Hammerlock's sisters tech, We actually studied hers to make the base for mine. I am happy with how it came out, I just had to touch my hand to the persons skin to activate it. It came in handy alot, it automatically attempts to heal me. It just made me more frustrated by the fact that I couldn't leave and explore.

Anyway, at least Ellie let me hunt down bandits near her garage, she called it 'Spring Cleaning". Monty enjoyed it as well, he got to snack on the bodies. It is gross if you think about it too hard, that's why I try not to. It makes him happy, so I let him do it. By the time I got done with another Cleaning, Santuary was ready to go and Lil was transporting everyone to the ship.

We were waiting for the Vault Hunters to come through the door when suddenly it closed on them and I gripped onto Lilith's arm out of habit.

Following Lilith's eyes, we had the Calypso twins prowling around us, 'Fucking great! Just what we needed..' Lilith held onto me protectively while also gripping the vault key as tightly as she could.

Tyreen stopped on front of us and Troy behind, when I looked back to keep an eye on him, we locked eyes. I froze, both of the twins were not what I was expecting, but the taller male twin had really pretty eyes. 'Did I seriously just think about how pretty his eyes are when they are probably gonna kill us?? Get it together y/n..' He had me locked in a stare off as he smirked like he knew I was admiring him.

Tyreen spoke up snapping my attention forward, "Firehawk. Just give me the map." I looked up at Lilith worried for what she was gonna say next, "No. Way." Tyreen smirked happily, "Cool. Let's DO THIS!"

Lilith as if knowing what was gonna happen, teleported me up onto a platform to keep me safe. Just as she did that, Tyreen took advantage of her lack of focus and launched Lilith with her powers. The Vault key got launched into the air and Troy caught it doing a little trick.

'Fuck, Lilith is in trouble and I can't fucking do anything! If I show my powers, they will know I am a Siren and probably kill me..'

Then Troy sent out two surveyor bots, one to watch Lilith and Tyreen fight presumably to stream it to their followers and one to watch me. 'Why the hell is there one watching me?'

Drawing my attention to the fight, it seemed that Lilith was getting the upper hand until Tyreen punched her, by this point I was trying to hide the tears pouring down my face. Watching my mother figure get beat down like this with no way to help fucking sucked. It felt like a bowling ball to the gut.

Troy chuckled at the face Lilith made in pain, "Ohohoho, this is gold!" My eyes fixated on Lilith, I didn't notice Tyreen charging up a ball of energy until Lilith completely blocked it with a pillar of fire. Without thinking I yelled, "Yes!" and immediately shrank back when Troy smirked up at me.

Lilith took this opportunity to teleport behind him and punch him down, as he struggled to move away, she grew shocked to see Siren tattoos on his arm. Ny nouth was hung open as I gasped and covered my mouth.

"You're a Siren?" This couldn't be the case, Lilith knew of all the possible Sirens at the moment. Troy wore the smirk that seemed to be permanetly glued to his face, "Heh. Yeah... well... Runs in the family."

I looked up and barely had time to yell out, "Lilith, behind you!" before Tyreen had her by the neck. I chocked back a scream. Tyreen looked pissed, "I'm the Siren. He's just a parasite. Literally." I flinched at her choice of words, 'Wow, rude.' Lilith tried to break free as best she could, but it seemed that Tyreen was using her powers. "When we were born, our father had to cut him off of me! Now I'M the only thing keeping him alive."

Lilith looked paler than usual as she managed to speak, "What are you....doing?!" Tyreen seemed smug, "I can leech the power from any living thing. Even you, Firehawk."

"Legendary Vault Hunter, Slayer of the Destroyer, Firehawk. So many titles, so little impact!" Lilith's hand slid down from a fist to hang weakly at her side, this brought me to my knees with worry. 'Come on Lil, hang in there. I got my nanos ready.' I tried to project this into her head as best I could, she had been trying to teach me how to, but she only had time for so much teaching being the leader of the Crimson Raiders.

Tyreen shrugged, "Well, I've taken your powers--might as well finish you off." My body jolted up and yelled, "No!" She didn't even glance my way, but the tallr twin did, if only for a short second. He grunted "Ngh... Ty... Tyreen!" It seems he needed her to help him up. She groaned, "Fine.."

Dropping Lilith, she turned to grab her brothers hand and help him up. It looked like she was transferring some of her energy to him as she did so. Lilith weakly crawled towards the key, 'Stop Lil... Please... Just play dead, so I can help you...' Troy came over and kicked her in the gut before she could reach the key, "Ooooooh! Uh-uh-uh. Man, you should've seen your face. You, you, you were like, "Oh, my powers! Boo-hoo!" Ty--Ty, c'mon! We're live in three, two," You decided then that you hated these bastards. Mostly for hurting Lil, but also for that shit joke he made.

Tyreen got in position in front of the camera and put on her stage persona, you zoned out until you heard them talking about you afterwards while bandits prowled around. Tyreen pointed up at me, "Should we do something about her?" Troy shrugged, "Eh, she seemed like small fry. Leave her to the bandits." They both teleported out, or so you thought. As you jumped down from the platform, they were nearby watching you to see what your deal is.

"Fuck! Lil! Stay with me! The nanos are powered up.." Putting your hands on her stomach, you let the bots get to work as Monty ran over to you, "Shit! Fuckers are gonna pay for this.." Monty curled up against her while I healed. The Vault Hunters busted in just as some bandits were rounding up on us, while they defended us, Lilith grabbed my wrist, "We gotta get to Santuary." I nodded and helped her up while calling for Monty, "C'mon boy! Let's go."

The twins were intrigued to say the least, Tyreen smirked, "Maybe we should take her. Hmmm.." Troy smirked, he could think of some ways to play. Tyreen grabbed his hand, "Another time, we got a Vault to find."

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Arriving in Promethea was an insane experience for me, I had never left small parts of Pandora, let alone the entire planet. I was still worried about Lil, but my bots did as much as they could in the situation. Now that I had my chance to explore, I decided to stick close to FL4K, he was the most like me, we got along the best, plus since he is a bot, Lilith didn't mind us sharing a bedroom on the ship. The pups had a blast. Turns out he had other pets as well, they were just in a digistruct type container, he gave me one as well. He said it can only have one beast out at a time.

Every time I fight, I have to resist the urge to just fight with my powers, it would make my time easier, but it isn't a good time for people to know. My travel companions don't even know, only Lil and Ellie. I needed my powers now, especially since she had lost hers. Any time my mind drifted to that moment, my mind reminded me of Troy's eyes and how mesmerizing they were. 'Stop! You are the Medic! Keep your head in the game, he is the enemy..' I shook my head and heard a voice swearing at the bandits and shooting, for a moment I forgot about my group and fought my way over to a girl with black and turqouise hair. She was gorgeous and her accent. It sent a shiver down your spine, 'Gotta stop admiring everyone I meet..' I hated how I fangirled over any pretty face, but I couldn't help it.

She grinned excitedly at me as the rest of the bandits were taken out and my team caught up to me, "Heya! The name's Lorelai. Pleasure to meet ya!" She explained the situation to us all while walking towards her safe spot with Atlas soldiers. I have heard some stuff about the Atlas CEO, apparently he has a robot arm. I am dying to take a look at it.

Lorelai wanted us to take back a building where we could contact Rhys from. Approaching the location of the building, everyone prepped their weapons and I got my sniper off my back and peaked through it, "I see about 20 Maliwan men outside, 5 of them are heavys, hard to tell from here with the others. I can take out some of the small fry, if you all focus the heavys." Everyone was surprised at my sudden take of control, but nodded nonetheless. Amara and Moze took the front charging at the heavys while the rest provided them with cover fire. I focused on the flash troopers I could see, expertly shooting into their back chargers. When they started exploding left and right, my team whooped and started working harder with the added motivation of successs.

After they finished cleaning up the rest of the Maliwan men, I hoisted Monty into my arms and jogged over to them, "That was amazing! I have only ever fought bandits, this was so different!" I twirled in a circle holding Monty in my arms giggling. Amara smirked and patted me on the head, " C'mon kid, we gotta talk to that CEO."

Lorelai chuckled and led the way, "So Medic, why do they call you that? You seem like an ordinary Vault Hunter to me." I smirked and summoned a cloud of my nanobots, "These are my pride and joy. Healing nanobots, I touch someone skin to skin and they get healed, I have some chips inbedded in me, that activate them when I touch someone. Took Ellie and I 3 years to perfect." Lorelai seemed really impressed by this, "Damn, I didn't think you were a child protege looking at you."

Everyone laughed while I had my mouth open in shock, " I'm not a kid! I am 21!" Lorelai broke out laughing, "Oh god! I am sorry, you are just so small!" I huffed and walked over to the control panel in the building, "Let's just call Rhys.." Crossing my arms, Rhys came up on the screen, "Hello, you have reached Rhys CEO and owner of Atlas corporation. Who are you and how did you get this number!?" He freaked out a bit at the sight of the Vault Hunters, his eyes drifted to Lorelai as she spoke, "Rhys, these are Vault Hunters and they came looking for a Vault or information on it."

He looked down at us, "Well I don't know anything about a Vault, but my operative out in the field can probably help you if you seek him out." Lorelai then noticed the mustache on his face, "What is that furball on your face Rhys??" I giggled at her wording, "I think it looks okay." He smirked at my comment, "This is my seige mustache, it garners moral with the troops. Plus she likes it, who are you by the way?"

With blush on my cheeks, I smile at him, "I am the Medic, I'm with the Vault Hunters." He seemed intrigued by this, "Are you a Siren?" I jumped on the inside while avoiding the question, "I have medical nanobots. They activate on contact." He seemed impressed by this and nodded, "Huh, we might have to discuss tech sometime." My insides lit up at the opportunity to talk to more people about tech, not many people growing up were interested in it.

#troy calypso #troy calypso x reader #troyboi #borderlands 3 #rewrite

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revengeofthebluepen · 5 years

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Painted On With Laughter Ch 26/27/28/29

Ch 26 Goodbyes Always Hurt

The funeral was sweet and short. (Name) and Talia gave a short speech about Nyssa before they created her. (Name) was given her mother in a small urn. Talia had fashioned a necklace with a small glass heart, which was filled with Nyssa’s own. (Name) came home a week later to Gotham. She said nothing when Talia dropped her off at the door of the manner. (Name) was quiet as she entered the home. It was just about breakfast time and (Name) peaked her head into the dining room to see Tim and Bruce, still in their suits eating. A small smile appeared on her face as she backed out of the room. She walked up to her room and closed the door gently. (Name) placed the urn on her desk next to a picture of her and Nyssa. It sat next to her picture of Jason.

“There is nothing I can say is there,” came Damian’s voice.

“No, but...”

“What can I do sister?”

“Change into some comfy clothes. Meet me in the gym,” (Name) said before exiting her room. Never once did she look at Damian.

(Name) walked into the library where she found Tim and Dick sitting in silence. They were both in comfortable clothes. Each of them on the couch and reading. (Name) walked into the kitchen and grabbed a can of spray cool whip and a bottle of syrup. A smile spread on her face, it was the perfect distraction for her. (Name) opened the spray cream and snuck behind the couch. (Name) aimed and fired the cream at Dick. He jumped in surprised and was about to hit the intruder when he saw (Name) on the floor laughing.

“Hi Bird brains,” (Name) said in between the laughs.

Dick smiled and threw her over his shoulder as Tim watched. (Name) was quick to open the syrup and splashed Tim with it. He smiled knowing he was invited to join in. She threw Tim the can of cream and he sprayed Dick. (Name) was carried by Dick. who was running through the manner, while Tim chased them. They ended up in the gym only a few moments later.

Damian looked upset that the others were with him, but his harsh glare softened seeing (Name) smile. Dick sat (Name) down and Tim stopped when they saw Damian. They stood awkwardly for a moment.

“Don’t you dare,” came Dick’s voice.

(Name) ran to the platforms and was quick to climb up them, with Tim and Damian right behind them. (Name) reached for the bar and waited as the boys chased up the platform after her. (Name) smiled as she flew into the air. She threw herself forwards and caught the next bar. Dick was quick to fly into the air on a bar seconds later. Tim was quick after Dick but when it came to Damian he stood there unsure what to do. (Name) and Dick danced through the airs as they threw each other up in the air before landing on the next bar. (Name) caught Tim when he came close and he too caught another bar. Dick landed on the platform and Tim followed his action. (Name) swung still waiting for Damian to jump as well.

“Damian just trust me,” (Name) said.

He didn’t move and so (Name) turned her head to Dick.

“Wanna give me a hand?”

Dick swung out into the air and onto the other side. (Name) swung into the air and he caught her before throwing her over to where Damian was. (Name) landed on the platform and held the bar for Damian.

“Look out and when you feel like you can fly let go. We will catch you,” (Name) said putting his hands on the bar. He took the bar but was unsure of what she meant. (Name) gave him a small push and he swung forwards.

Damian knew what she had meant only seconds later. He felt like a bird let out of it's cage for the first time. He could fly. He was a true Robin. (Name) watched as he let go and Dick caught him. (Name) felt proud and amazed along with several other feelings. She knew how Mary felt when she helped (Name) the first time.

Damian landed on the other platform and Dick held out his arms to catch (Name). She took a short run forwards before leaping into the air without the bar. Tim and Dick watched in horror as Dick’s eyes widened with fear.

“SPARROW!” he shouted watching her fall.

She twirled in the air almost like she was dancing. She was calm and felt at home in the flightlessness, for this is what she had used to live for. (Name) barely grasped his hands as she fell down to the next below. Dick relaxed feeling her he hands in his own. Tim and Damian could feel the relief wash over them like waves crashing on the shore. The bar swung back and forth till it came to a stand still in the air. No one made a sound as the world came to a stop as (Name) looked up to Dick. Her eyes met his baby blues and she said in a whisper:

“I miss this.”

“This?”

“The thrill. The flying. The adrenaline. The family. The love. I miss it all.”

“I do too.”

Dick lowered his head and closed the space between him and (Name), for he still loved her more than the world just not in the same way anymore. He hated himself for what he did. There was no excuses, no reasons, nothing at all that gave him a solid reason for what he did. They both knew it.

Dick pulled himself and (Name) up onto the bar until they were sitting together on the bar. She leaned her head on his shoulder and looked at Tim and Damian who could only stare.

“Do you think this is how Mary and John felt?”

“Yay, I think so. Do you think they would be proud?”

“No, not after the way we have acted in the past. Maybe if we keep on this path I think they would.”

“Sparrow?”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Too late,” (Name) said pushing Dick down. He fell into the net laughing without a care in the world. He didn’t need the past’s love, he was grateful for what he had now: a friend. He was fine that it was the same as how it started, for thoses were his fondest memories.

The days passed and (Name) mourned once in awhile only for a little while before moving on. She was truly hurt by her mother’s lose but knew she didn’t want to go down the rabbit hole once more, she needed to move on. (Name) and Dick repaired their friendship and both were happy to have such a familiar feeling. Dick got closer to Tim, who now occasionally called him brother much to Dick’s delight. Damian wasn’t to please with this whole brothers thing, but (Name) knew it would take him sometime. Everything seemed to be a happy ending as the days got better and better. (Name)’s heart, though scared, was beating once more with life. She had finally moved on with everything, she could finally enjoy life once more.

Barbara on the other hand was having her whole life falling apart. She had given up on Dick to pursue Bruce again. She knew there was no chance with Dick anymore for she had ripped a big enough whole in his life. She was in vain each time she tried to get back with until one night Bruce finally caved, much to everyone’s surprise. Barbara and him had become intimate much to (Name)’s disliking. Luckily it didn’t last more than a week and Barbara was kicked out of the mannor. No one questioned as to why Bruce did what he was Batman.

(Name) had taken back to her addicks of sneaking out of the house at night now that Damian had started to do the same after moving into this own room. (Name) missed this as much as she did Dick being her best friend and was glad to be back at it. (Name0 smiled as she jumped roof top to roof top. She forgot the thrill of the fight as she watched Batman from the shadows. She watched his kick some guys as in a red helmet. She didn’t stay to long as she continued on her way. It was at the corner of 21st and 3rd that finally caught a chance for some action. She watched as the riddler run out of the bank with his hench men. (Name) jumped down in her black catsuit complete with a new mask, similar to batman's for it covered everything but her mouth but didn’t have the stupid ears. (Name) jumped down to the ground by the Riddler.

“Riddler, I didn’t take you as the person who wouldn’t leave the Bat a clue.”

The Riddler jumped as he heard (Name) spoke.

“Ah! Phantom w...what are you doing here?”

“I’m not the Phantom, she died a while back I’m her successor Shadow.”

“Oh, My condolences. Would you like to hear a riddle?”

“I was looking forwards to it, Riddler.”

“Riddle me this i am greater than god, more evil than the devil. Poor people have me, the rich need me, if you eat me you will die and it is what you will do. What am I?”

(Name) stood there for a moment thinking and let out a laugh.

“Nothing. Oh but dear Riddler that last part is wrong I will do something,” with that said (Name) threw out a rope with weights on the ends. It hit his two henchmen and tieing them up on the ground. They struggled and the ropes tightened. (Name) pulled out another rope while the Riddler stared at the henchmen. (Name) was quick to tie them up as well. Police sirens were heard in the background as (Name) ran away from the scene.

(Name) watched with a smug face as Gordon took the Riddler away. It felt good to do some good for once. (Name) made her way once more rooftop to rooftop back to where Bruce was. It astonished (Name) how they could still be fighting, almost wishing she had some popcorn to eat as she watched. (Name) watched as the man who called himself the red hood fought with Bruce as she sat in the shadows waiting for them to finish. She watched as the punches were thrown and as Bruce's mask was ripped off. (Name) watched in shock.

“Just to be fair old man,” said the red hood.

The red hood threw his helmet to the ground and it took all (Name) had to not make a sound. She cried silent tears as he spoke. It took everything she had to not move.

“Jason,” Bruce said as (Name) said the name silently in sync with her father.

The tears streamed down her face, as she sat there in shock not knowing what to do or how to act other than to just sit and listen. They both but their masks back on and Jason went to leave.

“Why. Why do you do this,” said Bruce. Jason turned his head over his shoulder.

“I know who,” and with that Jason whistled out a small tune as she jumped off the building. It was their song and (Name) could only let the tears go as she sat alone in the darkness, she called home.

Ch 27. Hello Darkness My Old Friend

(Name) watched Jason like a hawk. She didn’t know how he was alive or even breathing let alone why he hadn’t come back. Thoughts of worry and doubt filled her mind but she pushed them to the side in order to avoid the dangerous rabbit hole. (Name) never brought Jason up to the family and no one asked if anything was different. For some reason (Name) felt like it couldn’t be real. That no matter how much she wished it was her Jason, he wasn’t. She watched him die and held him in her arms as he took her final breath. He was dead. It was just like a dream and (Name) as much as she knew it wasn’t real didn’t want to wake up.

It was a warm sunny day and so (Name) took a blanket, pillow and her backpack with her outside. She walked quietly, like she did every other day, down the cobblestone path. Damian watched with curious eyes as she disappeared into the forest. Dick watched with Damian out the window into the back yard.

“Grayson where does my sister go when she walks the path?”

“Out back,” he said getting ready to chase after her.

“What is out back?”

“Jason.”

(Name) walked quietly outside and took her time in the forest before making it to the hill. She knew Dick and Damian were watching her. She knew Dick would want to go with her and so would Damian. It was no surprise when she heard three set of footsteps running after her. She quickly turned her head around and saw her two brothers and Dick.

“I take it you guys want to join me?”

“You can’t go and run off with some boy that you know and not tell us big sister!” shouted Damian.

“I’m not running off with someone Damian. Just visiting.”

(Name) walked with the three behind her and they chatted about small things in the forest and Damian kept bring up this boy (Name) was supposed to run off with. (Name) lead the group up the hill. Dick and (Name) worked together to spread out the blanket on the ground and took their seats.

“Where is this Jason?” questioned Damian as everyone took a seat on the blanket.

“Right there,” (Name) said pointing at the grave as she pulled out the pillow.

Damian looked around as (Name) placed the pillow behind her back and pulled out a book.

“In the gave Damian,” said Tim as he laid down making himself more comfortable.

“How did he die?”

“Blunt force trauma leading to a great loss of blood.”

“By who?”

“Are you going to play twenty questions or let me read?”

“Please just start (Name),” said Dick.

“The two men appeared out of nowhere, a few yards apart in the narrow, moonlit lane,” (Name) said as Dick and Tim listened intencly. Damian couldn’t help but stare at Jason’s grave.

(Name) read while Bruce and Alfred made their way up the hill. She stopped for a brief moment with her finger on the last words she read before looking at her parental figures. Bruce said nothing as he took a seat on the blanket and (Name) continued on.

“All was well,” (Name) said as she shut the book.

“What was he to you sister?” questioned Damian.

“My wind under these flightless wings. The breath of fresh air to a drowning victim. The stars to my dark skies. My life. My world.” said Dick in mimicking tone.

“F*** you Grayson,” (Name) said picking up her book and bag and walking down the path. They all glared at Dick.

“Too soon?”

The days passed and (Name) still watched Jason when she went out on patrol. She watched when Bruce tried to talk to him but Jason would always disappear before anything major would happen. Tired of the doubt he was real (Name) followed him after he abandoned Bruce. She creeped in the shadows as he walked down the alleyway. This part of the city was deserted and no other living things were there.

“I know you’re there. You’re either brave or very stupid to follow me” Jason says slowly.

This caught (Name) off guard and she stumbles and kicks a can. Quickly she moves location but not as Jason lets off a few rounds in other direction.

“That's not very nice” (Name) says her voice just above a whisper.

“Well, I’m not a very nice guy,”Jason say as he scans the alleyway looking for the owner of the voice. It was nostalgic voice like someone from a dream but he couldn’t grasp who it belonged to.

“Are you sure?”

“So you're a lunatic with a death wish,” Jason says as he tries to shoot the owner of the voice once more but still (Name) dodges the bullets.

“We are all mad here.”

“Care to explain, miss loony tune”

“Otherwise you wouldn’t be doing things like this Jason.”

“How do you know my name?”

“She loved you yet you haven’t gone to see her. She still love you.”

“Who is she?” questions Jason. (Name) can feel her heart break a little more. Could he truly forgotten her?

“(Name). Have you already forgotten her?”

“(N...name)?” he says letting the name roll out.

“(Name) the girl you loved once. Though you don’t seem to love her anymore.”

“(Name)’s dead. She gone forever don’t try and trick me. She died a year ago. She couldn’t handle the world after she lost everything. He mind. Her body. Her soul. The Joker killed her. I watched them bury her, she is long gone.”

Laughter escaped (Name)’s lip. She could place the piece together once more. Nyssa’s death wasn’t an accident. Ra had killed her, he need a reason any reason and she must have slipped up. The body would be used to trick Jason. Talia had a talent for lying for the better. Jason must have though Nyssa was (Name). Which meant Talia must of used the rezurrection pit to bring Jason back but why?

“Do tell how this is funny,” Jason said his words dripping with venom. He was going to kill this bithch for laughing at his pain.

“That was Nyssa, (Name)’s mother. (Name) was tortured into submission with poisons and gas to be the next Harley Quinn. Which doesn’t explain why you were there.”

“I was trying to save her but the bat told me I was too late for her. I ended up getting caught and he killed me all while the bat abandoned me to try to save someone else. He always puts the mission's first,” Jason didn’t know why he was telling this voice everything but it just felt right. Like he was letting all the pain wash away.

“Seems like somethings never change,”(Name) said as she made herself visible to Jason for the first time.

“You should stop by the manner, (Name) would love to see you again Jason” says (Name) as she disappears into the night.

Bonus:

Meanwhile in the Batcave, Dick and Tim watch Damian and Bruce.

“HE HAS TO PAY FATHER!” shouted Damian.

Bruce ignored as Damian ranted on how they should avenge Jason for (Name). Tim and Dick couldn’t help but laugh as they thought of Damian being a mini Bruce.

Ch. 28 Every End Starts a New Beginning

The iron gates of Wayne Manor swung open and closed quietly as Jason made his way to the front door. Bruce hadn’t changed the locks in years and so it took no time for Jason to break his way into the back walk way. Jason walked slowly as he approached a hill with the familiar tree. Reaching the top he noticed three tombstones. One for Bruce’s mother, one for Bruce’s father and finally one from himself. It was unreal for Jason to stare at where he once laid lifeless. His mind conjured up images, memories for all he know, of (Name) crying, spending hours clinging to the headstone. She probably would bring a book out and sit with his grave for hours on hours. Maybe she even fell asleep out at the grave before finally detaching her physical self from the grave yard. He pictured her locking herself in her room and just laying there with tears in her eyes. He knew she would stare into the abyss for hours upon hours.

Where was Bruce during all of this? Jason thought to himself but he knew exactly what Bruce would and did do during all of this.

Bruce did what he did best: stay in the shadows. Bruce would allow his own flesh and blood waste away because he too lost people from a tragedy. Bruce would be able to understand the feeling but couldn’t help. He would allow his daughter to waste way to nothing while he struggle to figure out why (Name) did what she did.

At least Alfred was there to help her. Was the only though Jason had as he fluttered his eyes, bring his back to the present. He looked over to where the manner sat, as the sun rose over the roof. He took one final glance at where he once laid before making his way down the cobblestone path.

Inside the manor, (Name) swings rope to rope on the trapeze with Damian in her arms. Neither say a thing as some flies through the air with Tim and Alfred watching them from below. They soon finish the routine and the duo on the ground clap. (Name) and Damian quickly make their way to the ground. (Name) excuses herself to go and freshen up while the others make their way to the kitchen to have a snack. (Name) climbs the staircase to her room. Her breath deepened with every step, she was pushing her limits again. The sweat dripped down from her face as a second pair of footsteps join in with her own.

“Look (Name),” starts of Dick but (Name) is quick to cut him off.

“No you look here. I have been through so much pain. So much more than you can understand. I have lost everything and am repairing the damage not only you caused but everyone has to me. I’m trying to get my life back on track for good and if you treat my losses as jokes, I won’t hesitate kicking you out of my life.”

“You think I don’t know your pain but I do. I lost my parents! I lost Barbara. I lost you when you ran away!”

“You don’t think I thought they were my parents too?! They were the first people to love me and call me their own!” (Name) said with her eyes starting to water.

“I watched them die (Name)!”

“So did I! I watched as their hands reached out to catch each other and the bar fall out beneath them! I watched them fall to the ground! I knew it was coming and I didn’t save them! I….I wasn’t fast enough! Do you know what it's like to carry that weight around! I COULD HAVE SAVED THEM!” (Name) said with the tears now flowing. She continued:

“I lost everything I had. I lost my family. I lost you. I lost my trust in humanity. I was thrown into a bad home. Then when I finally got out of a bad situation and into loving arms you throw me back to the hounds. I lost you all over again Dick. I felt worthless, hopeless and I was alone. I had no one to comfort me. To tell me everything was going to work out for the better. Then when someone came to save me I felt like I could try and live again. You mock him and treat him like dirt, why? Why Dick?”

“Because I was supposed to save you...” Dick said in a whisper.

“You wouldn’t have been able to Dick. You’re not my hero.”

(Name) walked back to her room leaving Dick standing there, alone in the hall. (Name) closed her door and walked into her bathroom. Closing the final door her back hit it and she slid to the ground. The tears flowed as she looked up to the ceiling. She closed her eyes as she tried to steady her breath.

The doorbell rang and Dick snapped back to reality. He walked down the stairs and slowly opened the door only to have Damian close it. Damian looked up to Dick and swiftly kicked him in the shins. Dick toppled over and hit the floor with a loud thud. A list a curses spilled from his mouth as the door creaked open. By now Tim and Alfred made their way to the door. A mysterious man entered the home. He had the same raven hair as the other boys but his eyes were an odd shade of green. A cigarette hung in his mouth as he stepped over Dick to Alfred.

“It’s good to see you again Master Jason,” Alfred said pulling Jason into a short hug.

“It’s good to see you too, Pops.”

By now Tim had connected the dots and smiled. He snuck off up stairs and down the hall as Dick rose from the ground and Damian looked to kill. Damian was quick to try and hit Jason but Jason was quick to pick up the mini-Bruce.

“ This your’s?” said Jason as he held Damian out at arm's length as he squirmed.

“No he’s mine,” said Bruce as he ascended the staircase.

“It’s to see you again Jason.”

“I wish I could say the same, old man,” Jason said setting Damian down.

Dick quickly picked up Damian and held him so he wouldn’t attack Jason. Tim looked over the railing with footsteps approaching him.

“I see you’re taking my officer to stay them?” questioned Bruce.

Footsteps approached the crowd on the floor as Dick started to click things into place. Damian squirmed out of Dicks arms and ran up the stairs.

“You son of a B!tch,” Dick said as he threw a punch at Jason.

Jason quickly deflected the hit and was quick to attack. The two brawled it out as a the pair of footsteps ran faster towards the two. Dick landed on his but as Jason drew a knife. Bruce was quick to tackle Jason off but Jason went after Dick again. Alfred and Bruce worked quickly to separate the two. It was all in vain for the two went at it again. This time Dick had a knife to defend himself. The world came to a stand still when Dick was slammed onto the floor and the knife removed from his hands. His hands were pinned above his arms. His wrists being squeezed until he dropped the knife. The knife was quickly snatched up and thrown to the side. In a blind rage as the attacked got off of Dick he rolled over and grabbed the knife. He stabbed his attacker, causing her to let out a scream. Dick instantly knew it was a mistake.

(Name) looked down where her abdomen was. The knife was lodged in her skin. She slowly stood and stumbled a bit backwards. Jason was quick to run up and steady her. Everyone just stared in horror and shock. She squeezed her eyes tight as she took both hands and removed the knife. The blade bounced on the floor as (Name) dropped it. She held both hands over where the knife once laid. Alfred was the first to snap back into reality. He quickly muttered “kitchen now,” to Jason and went to retrieve the medical kit. Jason quickly picked up (Name) bridal style and carried her into the kitchen. She sat on the counter while leaning forwards onto Jason who stood before her.

“Brings back a lot of memories doesn’t,” (Name) said with a smirk not even looking at her savior.

“You were shot not stabbed,” Jason said recalling the incident.

Her eyes darted up in front of her. She let a few tears shed before she pulled him into a tight hug.

“How…?”

Alfred rushed in and quickly took care of (Name)’s wound before Jason could explain. She held onto his hand and squeezed every time she was put into more pain. Everyone else waited out in the entryway. Dick couldn’t help but stare at his hands while he sat on his knees. ‘You’re not my hero,’ swirled around in his head. Damian went to take a step closer to Dick but Bruce placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder.

(Name) hopped off the counter as Alfred started to wash off his hands in the sink. She felt a pair of arms steady her as she looked up. His emerald eyes met with her but they weren’t the same as before. Jason pulled her into a hig quickly and ran one of his hands through her hair. Alfred left the room and informed the others of (Name)’s injuries.

“I missed you,” was all Jason could mutter as they just stood there in each other embrace.

A cough came from Alfred in the doorway and the two reentered the entranceway. The duo entered with their hands intertwined. No one said anything for a moment but Bruce ruined the moment.

“Family Meeting in the Study.”

No one said anything as they all walked into the room. (Name) and Jason sat together on a couch as Dick glared at Jason as he leaned against the wall. Damian and Tim sat in two of the remaining chairs while Bruce sat at his desk. The doors were closed by Alfred and he was heard walking away. The curtains closed with the push of a button by Bruce.

“Dick, Tim, Damian. This is Jason Todd. He will be living with us as long as he pleases to be here.”

“What do you want with my sister,” Damian said scowling his brows.

A laugh came from Tim but was cut short by (Name).

“I suppose you have this all figured out?”

“Indeed. Jason is the successor of Dick. He wasn’t in prior relation with you before he moved into the manor the 1st time, which should have been sometime after Dick left. After you got you life together after Dick you moved on and went with Jason. When he left you crumbled again and when I arrived you picked your life once more and the rest is history.”

“Close, except I didn’t put my life together. I just survived.”

“So this is the bastard who broke you?” questioned Dick.

The room fell silent and Jason stood from his spot ready to fight.

“Like you didn’t?” said (Name).

“He abandoned you (Name),” said Dick as (Name) rose from her spot.

“ He didn’t. You did.”

“He left you!”

“He didn’t have a choice Dick!”

“Bullshit!”

“I watched him die! He took his last breath in my arms! His blood stained my clothes! You. You were the once that left. The one who had a choice! You left because of some bitch that said she wanted some air! You left when someone offered to distract you from the world. You left when I live my life. When I need you the most! So don’t give me this shit against him, you were the one that left. I thought we could repair the damage and be friends but this….this is just you trying to find a scapegoat.”

“I had to leave, you don’t think I have a choice. I had to leave my life was in danger. You just wouldn’t understand.”

“Why? What could be so dangerous that you had to leave? It sure as hell wasn’t being a robin or Bruce being Batman.”

The room fell silent. Bruce stood from his spot.

“How long have you known?”

“I knew it from the first night I was here. When Jason showed up. When Tim came. When I met mom, Talia, and my little brother. I knew it from the start. I knew what you and Dick did. I knew it was Jason when he was bleeding out. I just didn’t know why you wouldn’t tell me.”

“I want to keep you safe...” he said looking softly at his daughter.

“And a lot of good that did me.”

Bonus of the next chapter.

“How did you know?” questioned Dick

“As for you” reader points to jason “You have some explaining to do.I watch you die, you’re not supposed to be here...” her voice trailed off with the last sentence.

“I did.” Jason says as he glares at Bruce.

“You told me she was dead Bruce” Jason says.

Ch 29 Because I’m Batman

“How did you know?” questioned Dick

“You,”(Name) said glaring at her father, “left me alone for most of the time. I had enough time to find the bat cave. As for the rest it was obvious that every time we got a new family member there was a new robin. As soon as one would disappear another would live here. Not to mention the fighting skills you all have, the connection Bruce has, and the numerous times y'all have disappeared in the night.”

“As for you” reader points to jason “You have some explaining to do.I watch you die, you’re not supposed to be here...” her voice trailed off with the last sentence.

“I did.” Jason says as he glares at Bruce.

“You told me she was dead Bruce” Jason says narrowing his eyes.

Bruce said nothing but Jason didn’t have time to act for (Name) had step between the two and looked at his emerald eyes once more.

“Jason, how did you...”

“The resurrection pits at home sister,” said Damian as he watched Jason.

“That explains…..mom.”

“I did it to help you both move forwards and so Joker would believe you were dead, (Name).”

“Like that would work,”snipped Jason.

“He watched her, he stalked her. He knows every little habit (Name) has. He knows more than she knows about herself. He wouldn’t just let his pride project just be dead,” said Tim.

“The Joker just used her and now he’s done, just like how he was with Harley,” said Dick.

“He broke. He cried. He was a shell of himself when she left him. He didn’t think he’d ever lose her and when he did he fell. He fell hard. He wouldn’t smile. He wouldn’t laugh. He was dead on the inside. Then came me. This girl who was willing to help him because she felt his pain. She knew what it was like to die on the inside. She knew how to help or atleast how to try. She was dying on the inside but was more worried on how to save him than herself. You don’t just toss aside someone who saved you.”

“Then why did he let you go?” questioned Dick.

“Because he struck a cord. He killed Jason. He saw his pain through my eyes, he saw me break all over again. He saw my dead soul come out. He saw all my pain in a split second. When someone you love dies on the inside you never forgive yourself but you try to fix what you can. He let me go because he loved me.”

The room fell silent.

“He lost her all over again and that’s why he let me go because I was her.”

“Her?” questioned Tim.

“His wife. He was married before all this. He was going to have his first child when his apartment caught fire killing his wife and child. The fire was caused by a local mob. He’s not brave nor stupid. He just doesn’t have anything to lose. So he snapped. He made his way to the top so he would never have anyone hurt himself again. He replaced his wife with Harley and me, I was the child he lost when I was younger. Harley left him and he lost his wife all over again. When I got older I was just like his wife and so when I died on the inside, she died too.”

There was a silence. No one was sure what to say. None had know just how broken the Joker was.

“Harley isn’t like him though.She's just as sane as the Joker. But when she fell for him, it wasn’t real. She need someone, anyone and he was the first that took her in. When they first met the Joker had no intent of falling love with her. Hell he didn’t even know until she left him. She basically has little lost puppy syndrome though when they met.” there were questioning looks from the room after (Name) had finished..

“She loves him and will live and die for that man, she’s like a little puppy that he saved. She’ll follow him to the ends of the earth, but he’ll drop her if she becomes dead wait and know he regrets it all.” (Name) said clarifying what she had said.

“How do you know all of this?” questioned Dick

“He loved me. Me the replacement.”

“But he let you go,” argued back Dick

“Were you not paying attention what I just said moment’s ago?” questioned Tim

There was another awkward silence.

“It’s getting late you should all make your way to bed,” Bruce said.

The children made their way out of the studies. (Name) carried Damian on her shoulders while walking with Jason. They held each other's hands as Tim and Dick walked behind them. Dick gritted his teeth as he watched. (Name) put Damian down in his bed and gave him a kiss good night. Damian would never admitted it but he loved being treated like a little kid. (Name) said her goodnights to Tim. As she closed the door of Tim’s room she felt herself being lifted off the ground. She looked up and saw Jason smiling at her with his cocky grin.

“What you want a kiss good night to?”

“Of course,” Jason said leaning his face towards her. He gave her a soft kiss on the lips and (Name) blushed like crazy. There was a cough from behind the couple. It was Dick standing there red with anger towards Jason.

“Piss off Dicky Bird” Jason said flipping off Dick as he carried (Name) off to her room.

Jason entered (Name)’s room and closed the door. He saw in the corner of the room a fort made out of blankets, mattresses and pillows. A grin widened on Jason’s face as he sat (Name) down in it.

“I will be back. Don’t move,” Jason said before running out like a madman.

Moments later a voice came from outside the fort.

“I have (fav. Icecream flavor) and two spoons,” sang out the voice.

“Oh you thought I was going to share?” (Name) said poking her head out of the fort.

Her eyes widened as she was thrown back into the fort. There was a struggle (Name) was throw to the ground. She tried to scream but a hand covered her mouth.

“My, my. Haven’t you grown my little (Name). You see you can’t be mad at me he’s not really dead now is he,” Joker said as (Name) struggled.

(Name) threw the first punch but the Joker won. He tied and gagged her. He lifted her and placed her on his shoulder. They disappeared into the night out of the window. Jason entered the room and dropped the container of ice cream and spoons when he saw the window opened and the fort destroyed.

“(Name)? (Name) this isn’t funny. (Name),” Jason called out as he tore the room apart looking for her.

He lifted the last pillow in the fort and found a note. It read:

Jason, I can’t fall in love with you again. Sorry but I can’t go on.-(Name)

Jason crumbled the paper in his hand and ran out of the room. He exited the manner with a questioning glance from Dick as he ran past. Dick followed Jason as they both ran out into the woods. Jason made his way through the forest and to the otherside. He made his way into an alleyway. Jason undercovered a motorcycle and as he tried to get it started Dick spoke.

“She gets you back and now you are leaving her? Patetic.”

“No, I’m going to save her.”

“What if she doesn’t want to saved?”

“They took her by force.”

“They?”

“Get on,” Jason said once the bike got started.

The duo drove around Gotham looking every place they could for (Name) but they found nothing. As they returned to the manner, both became very stressed. The entered the manner and informed Bruce of the situation. That night the family worked as one to find (Name). She was fixing them every minute she was gone. She brought them closer with every second she was missing for (Name) was the one person they all loved.

#painted on with laughter #batfamily #BatFam #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #joker x reader

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Prey For Me

↳ “Having an addictive personality got you into a lot of trouble sometimes; from having alcohol poisoning to something simple like throwing yourself into new kdramas a little too aggressively. So bringing in a strange hybrid into your apartment to “help him” was no different. Only you had no idea what storm you just dragged yourself into. He was only supposed to stay the night.”

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader Genre/Warnings: Sour candy that’s sweet in the inside, sprinkled with some crack. Hybrid AU, detailed mentions of violence and blood. Possible future smut in later chapters. Rating: PG13 Word Count: 6.5k

➭ Why must I do this to myself at 2 am...anyways yeah, this finally came out after months of contemplation. I was going to originally make it a giant one-shot, but I was exhausting myself with that goal so I’ve decided to just make it a mini series. Please let me know your thoughts! :)

The cadence of people cheering and betting surrounds you, tempting like a siren’s call to join in on the intoxication of gambling, but you resist with ardor. You were no fool and were well aware that if you gave into that lull, you would never see the light of day. Unfortunately for you, you had a very addictive personality and once something entered your life; your inhibitions got easily swept away with the roaring current.

I’m a good noodle; I’m a good noodle…

A quick yelp rips from your throat as suddenly the body of a sweaty, drunk man is pushed onto you; were it not for the strong grip on your waist appearing to pull you away, you would have no doubt you’d be pinned to the floor by the barely coherent man.

“Hey man, be careful!” your ears ring at the boisterous laughter surrounding you before the deep timbre of your companion’s voice enters your ears in a soft lilt of concern. “Y/N? You good?”

One blink, two, three blinks and the ringing in your ears slowly melts to allow your coherency to finally reemerge; along with your annoyance. “I’d be hell of a lot better if my ass was planted on that indent on the couch I made while watching Game of Thrones and stuffing my face with that leftover Pad Thai!”

Taehyung releases his own soft yelp as your hand swipes at his bicep, your eyes pinning him with a glare only a disturbed homebody could give. Were it not for his damn conniving personality and honey coated lies about accompanying him to a “private” event he got invited to, you would have never left the safety of the blanket cocoon you had painstakingly buried yourself in. But you had stupidly gave in to his whining and pleading, managing to even feel pity for the devious bastard; well boo-boo the fool you, cause you got played.

The “private” event was code for “underground-illegal-hybrid-MMA-fighting”.

You had to admit to yourself that you were no hardcore hybrid supporter; you didn’t risk your safety to attend the protests on their rights or freedom, but that didn’t mean you enjoyed watching them suffer. Staying silent on the matter whenever it was brought into debates was your only sin.

“Oh come on, y/n, I already told you that I had no idea it was a hybrid MMA,” Taehyung ignores your petulant pout, not caring for his safety from your wrath as he slings a long arm around your shoulders; effectively maneuvering you toward some benches that faced the netted platform of the ring. To his benefit, he seemed like he was trying to reassure himself as well; Taehyung was more outspoken about his distaste on how hybrids were treated after all. “I know it might seem a bit…sketchy, but from what I just heard, the hybrids do this of their own free will. They don’t seem to be forced into it.”

A huff leaves you as both of you take a seat on the edge of the bench and quickly cross your arms in an effort to make yourself small to avoid anyone bumping into you. “And you believe them? When this whole thing is illegal?”

Your companion only offers a sheepish half grin and small shrug of his shoulders as an answer; leaving you to roll your eyes and focus on the ring in front of you just as the lights dimmed around you. The cacophony of the audience rose to a higher decibel as the only lights shining were on the platform as the announcer walked into the fencing to begin the matches. While Taehyung kept looking on in a mixture of unease and concern for the hybrids fighting, you couldn’t stomach staring at the matches, so you opted to focus on the ground in front of you. Though that did nothing to stop your wincing every time you heard a particularly loud crack of fists or kicks followed by a grunt of pain; just how the hell was this voluntary? This was so much worse than boxing in your opinion; MMA fighting didn’t have gloves to cushion the aftershocks of their punching and kicking was also an added element that only caused more pain. This wasn’t even counting the fact that they weren’t completely human and therefore stronger physically; their hits were a lot more lethal.

Finally the last match was announced as you sadly watched them carry out what was supposed to be a Doberman hybrid, now bloody and bruised beyond recognition from the panther hybrid he was up against. Just how was that fair? They purposely pitted the poor male against an apex predator who obviously had greater strength and quicker reflexes; it didn’t take you long to realize the matches were fixed for those gambling. You were just glad that the last match was about to happen because you knew you couldn’t take much more of this; the whole scene caused revulsion to slowly churn in your belly.

“And finally the match you have all been anticipating!” The announcer looks a touch from smug as the crowd roars with excitement, your stomach clenching suddenly with apprehension. “Give it up to our reigning queen of MMA; Abaddon!”

Your mouth falls open slightly as the name itself prompted you to look up and you were met with a beautiful, tall woman with bright orange hair that she was nonchalantly wrapping up in a bun. Clad in only a sports bra and spandex shorts, her impressive muscles were out in proud display and it was easy to see just why she was called the queen, that wasn’t even mentioning how her aura exuded jaded confidence in a way only a tigress could. Her rounded ears atop her head barely twitched from the noise, no doubt accustomed to it, while her tail swayed in what seemed to be boredom; there was no misgiving that she rightfully earned the name Abaddon: a fallen angel of death whose name literally means “to destroy.” Just what poor soul was being pitted against her?

Once the crowd settled down, the announcer gained a gleam in his eyes as he continues on. “And just who is going to face off our tigress queen? This fighter has been climbing his way from the bottom and just might give our champion a run for her money; give it up to Ares!”

If you believed the woman before you had been intimidating, the male walking into the ring made you rethink your previous judgement. The crowd made little noise, though whether it was due to disdain or wonder at the sculpture of a man, you weren’t sure, but he surely now had your undivided attention. Despite wearing the same outfit of just shorts like the other male fighters, the hybrid before you did the material more of a service as his lithe figure is stacked with bulging muscles. His stomach is impressively cut with abs and his thighs and legs are thick with power; even his face looks strong with a sharp jaw and furrowed brows. Despite his strong presence however, there was an underlying boyish softness to his face that captured your heart; your eyes couldn’t stop their gazing at his warm, brown doe-like eyes and his asymmetrical pink lips.

A breath gets stuck in your chest as those brown eyes quickly roam over the crowd, eliciting a crooked grin before he turns back over to his opponent and flattens his long grey ears with a sneer. It isn’t until you see his ears move that you realize with dawning horror that they pitted a rabbit hybrid with a fucking tiger. Sure, his muscles were impressive, mainly his legs which should have been a giveaway to what animal he was infused with, but he was still a prey animal up against a damn apex predator; your heart squeezes painfully imagining a worse fate for him than the Doberman from before.

You wanted to look away, to tell Taehyung to take you home this instant because surely you were going to witness a murder with how fiercely the tigress was eyeing the male, but something kept you silent. Maybe it was sick fascination to watch Ares fighting and see if those muscles on his back would tense deliciously like you were imagining, or perhaps it was that softness beneath his strong features that tugged at your heart, you weren’t certain which it was yet.

The silence that hangs in the air is thick with tension and bloodlust, something even the announcer seemed keen on leaving. With a quick cut down motion with his hand, the announcer quickly turns and locks the cage door behind him as swiftly as his human legs could carry him; right on time as well since the two hybrids wasted no time in lunging at one another. It was like nothing you had ever seen before, the two of them looked more like they were performing a deadly dance; with each swing of limbs the other was always quick to dodge or block. The scene absentmindedly reminded you of capoeira; they were almost speaking to one another with how they moved and their eyes shone with excited violence.

Even the normally boisterous audience was captivated by the fight, bated breath waiting to be released with the promise of the first hit, which comes with a painful crack of skin and a grunt. Your heart lurches into your throat as your hands wring together, feeling sick as you witness Ares wipe a stream of blood from his brow, but it doesn’t take him long to swiftly feign left before spinning on his right leg to land a powerful kick to Abaddon’s open side. The crowd finally comes to life at the two hits and the cacophony of their delight drowns out the loud smacks of skin, but your heartbeat stubbornly continues to be louder.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed you by, too enraptured by the male who fought with a viciousness that spoke of fearing failure; you could see it with every clench of his jaw when he got hit and the refusal to fall to the floor even as the tigress continues to try. Ares is quick on his feet and with each step he almost seemed to bounce, something that no doubt was brought on by his animal half, and with how the woman bared her teeth, you knew she was having a hard time cornering him. She was moving like fire, unpredictable in a methodical way that sang of years of practice and instinct; her plan was easy to distinguish the more you watched and you knew that if she managed to knock the male hybrid to the floor, it was all over.

Only a few seconds had passed, and even staring without blinking had you almost missing the moment the tigress wrapped her tail around his ankle and pulled; the heavy bang of his body hitting the floor reverberated throughout your ribs. The hush in the room didn’t last as a soft snarl is heard, the blur of the woman’s body seen mid leap before she’s descending on the poor male with her claws out. Amidst the violent cheering of the crowd, you unknowingly let out a terrified scream the moment the first fist is thrown to his stomach and don’t realize your standing until you feel Taehyung gently nudge your arm in concern.

You weren’t sure if it was your delusions from worry, but for a brief second you locked eyes with Ares the moment you had screamed, watching with wide eyes as he gazed at you with slight muddled wonder. It only lasted a second, but it was enough to have your heart pound painfully against your chest as you gaze at the way the tigress unleashes her fury on his body with horror; not able to look away for the fear that she’ll truly kill him right now. His grunts and snarls are soft, being held back by pride, but soon a loud yelp escapes his mouth as blood is drawn on his chest from where the woman dug her claws in.

“She’s going to kill him,” your voice comes out in a breath of dread before you quickly reach out to your friend and feel the desperation trying to breach your throat, “she’s going to kill him Tae! Can’t someone stop her?!”

Taehyung’s voice is choked with sympathy and something else as you both watch Ares try to curl in on himself to lessen the hits. “Death isn’t an illegal thing here, y/n. It’s usually encouraged.”

You decide that in this moment, you truly hate your friend for bringing you to this shithole, forced to watch as this woman tries her hardest to kill the poor hybrid beneath her for the infamy; you’ll never let Tae know that though. Despite the small amount of resentment you feel for being brought here, you know that you’ll eventually forgive him. Just not right now as you watch Ares’ eyes take longer to open with each blink and feeling your heart crumble as small streams of blood run down his face and body. You weren’t sure what deity out there would hear you, but you begin to frantically pray that they’ll do something, anything to stop the fight; if not you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from running in there yourself.

You just didn’t realize that your prayer would be answered so abstractly.

“Cops!” the shout was faint and easily drowned by the roaring of the crowd, but you turn your head for a second as you spot a wide-eyed man running toward the ring. It isn’t until he bravely flings himself onto the wires of the cage to rattle it, causing the tigress to pause and snarl at the man, that the audience realizes what it is he’s screaming louder than before. “COPS!”

The change is instantaneous, leaving you to stand absentmindedly watching Ares’ fallen body as Abaddon gracefully leaps to the top of the cage and jumps out; there was a man with an expensive suit waiting for her already and quickly escorts her out of sight. Even your shoulders getting hit and shoved as people scramble out of the building like panicked ants isn’t enough to have you avert your eyes or your racing thoughts; no one was coming to get Ares.

It isn’t until you feel a violent tug on your arm do you refocus to the present, the yells of the dispersing crowd finally reaching your ears as does Taehyung’s shouts of alarm and panic. “Come on y/n! We have to go!”

Your body finally moves, only it isn’t in the direction your companion anticipated as your feet maneuver through the throng of people to reach the cage; it took zero convincing on your part to decide what to do. You aren’t going to leave the hybrid in the hands of the police and abandon him, even if you had to drag him to your apartment on your own.

“Y/n! Y/n! What are you – seriously?!”

You ignore Taehyung’s frantic shouts as he follows you through the crowd, not pausing once to check if the police were already inside the building, too worried that if you did it would cost you time you didn’t have. With your heart pounding in your ears and the adrenaline coursing through you, you yank the door open to the cage and run inside, sliding onto your knees to quickly check the man’s pulse. However, the moment your fingers touch the sweat covered skin, a big hand quickly wraps around your wrist and pulls a yelp from your throat; the hybrid had opened one eye and was glaring at you tiredly. Even as bloody and exhausted as he was, he could still stay aware enough to try and fend someone off; though you doubted that even as strong as he was, he could fight you right now.

“Hey,” you croak out as you try to stop the shaking in your hand which was still being squeezed in his grip, “I know that you won’t trust me, but the police are here – we have to get you out before they get you.”

It was at this moment that you saw something not many people probably got to see, this strong man turning into a small, hurt boy as his eye loses that glare to adopt one of fear. You’re sure that he didn’t need an explanation as to why the cops finding him alone was a bad thing; all his life was running away from the law as there was no doubt he was an unbound hybrid – no one coming to take him away like they did with Abaddon was enough proof. It was also in this moment that you vow to not mention that second of unadulterated vulnerability to anyone.

Ares closes his eye for a second, before opening it again to give you a small nod as he begins to stand with your hands grabbing onto his waist and arm. Time seems to move again as you look up to see Taehyung rushing over, cursing loudly as he hurriedly slings Ares’ arm over his shoulder and starts sprinting out. You gasp in breaths and try to keep up with the sudden movement, making sure to clutch onto the hybrid to assure you wouldn’t fall on your ass. It isn’t until the three of you burst through some emergency exit that you chance a look behind you, watching with wide eyes as men in uniform flash lights in your direction with shouts for you to stop.

With a slam of the door, the light is gone, but your speed continues the same as you all scramble over to your mini SUV; which for once you are so incredibly happy you stuck around with it as opposed to a smaller car. Ares would actually fit in it for one. You throw a soft apology to the man as Tae all, but threw him across the back seat and slams the door before hopping into the passenger seat.

“Drive y/n! Drive like you’re in the Fast & Furious Tokyo Drift!”

“I never watched that one! I heard it was sad!”

“This is isn’t the time y/n! Just do as Rihanna sang; shut up and drive!”

Despite your words, you’re quick to turn on the engine and press your foot on the gas pedal, the squealing of tires drowning out your heartbeat as the hidden building gets smaller on your rearview mirror.

Labored breaths is all you hear for a few moments as you get farther away from the warehouses, your heartbeat slowing down enough for you to realize the weight of what you just did. What the hell were you going to do with a hybrid? As much as you wouldn’t mind sheltering the man, you couldn’t ignore the fact that he’s a stranger and to top it off, dabbled in illegal fights. He could kill you the moment he gets an opening for all you know, and yet…seeing him fight with so much determination only to get beaten, it caused a painful thrum in your chest. Maybe your impulsive behavior could get you hurt, but there was something in his eyes that made you want to believe he’d never lay a hand on you.

“What the fuck,” the voice is soft and breathy, before you realize its Taehyung as soon as his tone rises. “Y/n, what the fuck!”

You visibly cringe as you can feel his disapproving scowl from your seat, but for safety and your own embarrassment, you don’t turn around. There’s no point in questioning what he meant with his declaration; you know exactly what he’s so shocked about. With his shouting though, you’re quick to adjust your rearview mirror, afraid that Taehyung’s shouting somehow offended your surprise guest; but to your relief, the male hybrid seemed to be sleeping from exhaustion.

“I know the situation isn’t ideal –”

“There’s an MMA hybrid in the backseat!”

“I couldn’t leave him!”

You feel Taehyung’s stare of pity and disbelief as you bite the inside of your cheek, your eyes automatically flicking up to the rearview mirror to watch the rise and fall of the hybrid’s chest. “I know it’s stupid and I just opened a can of worms…but Tae I couldn’t leave him,” your voice is a soft whisper as the glow of the streetlights finally breaks out from the darkness of the sketchy streets you left behind.

Silence once again permeates the air as Taehyung simply slumps into his seat, his expression a weird mixture of understanding and annoyance. You’re not quite sure what your friend is thinking and at the moment you aren’t in the right state of mind to pry in concern; although you do feel guilty for the impulsive decision you made. You didn’t live alone and Taehyung’s disapproval only made sense since he would have to put up with your impulsivity; you just hope he wouldn’t stay angry with you for too long. Plans of making him his favorite food and desserts to lessen the blow of having an unknown hybrid crash in your shared space begin to enter your mind as the route to the space in question becomes familiar again.

It isn’t long before you finally reach your apartment, the silence still hanging between you two as you make sure none of your neighbors are out to see Taehyung carry a bloody hybrid on his back. The trek to the elevator is done in stiff silence as your eyes continue to roam over the lobby to make sure no one is about to catch the three of you, and it isn’t until you see the metal doors close in front of you that you let out a breath. Your apartment was the first door once getting off the lift, so walking to it without being seen won’t be as big of an issue.

Just as the elevator begins its ascent, you let your eyes slowly glance over to your right discretely, watching with a small, worried frown at how blank Taehyung’s expression is. After nearly two years living with your best friend, you knew better than anyone that when the normally boisterous male was quiet and expression a clean slate, he was angry or very irritated. What you didn’t know was why. You get it, you made a very stupid decision in risking your safety for the hybrid slumped on his back, but surely he could sympathize on why you did; more so when he was the more active voice in their rights. It wouldn’t be a permanent situation in your life (you imagined) and suppose once the hybrid healed, he’d finally forgive you.

The sudden shift and sound of the doors chiming break you out of your guilt plagued thoughts, but with Tae walking briskly to your apartment door only serves to gnaw at you. He definitely was angry. With a sharp look from him, you’re quick to scramble to the door and push the keys into the lock to finally let all of you into your shared home. Although, you can’t hide a wince and a soft, stern “careful” falling from your lips as your friend practically dumps Ares’ body onto the couch without a care.

After hanging your keys on the mount by the door and dumping your jacket on the bar counter, you take quick steps over to the small L shaped couch; making quick work in rearranging the hybrid onto the lounge section of the sofa for more of a comfortable position. Once satisfied that he won’t wake up sore, you hesitate before running a hand on the fading bruises on his skin, feeling wonder fill you at how quickly he was already healing. Despite the blood staining his abdomen and chest, the gashes themselves already seemed to be closing and well to the point of recovering. All you really needed to do was simply clean the blood and grime, along with waiting for his body to recuperate with sleep.

With hope spilling into your ribs, you turn to call Tae to help you gather supplies, only to see an empty living room and kitchen, with the door to the hallway and bedrooms slightly ajar as an indicator that he probably already went into his room. Guilt and worry once again begins to wrap around your heart while your stomach churned at the thought of him truly hating you for this. A sigh escapes you, but you grimace as you stand up, ignoring the stiffness in your limbs as you walk over to the small kitchen and grab the large bowl you usually use to mix your desserts, carefully covering the interior with clear wrap. Once done, you fill it up with some warm, soapy water and open a drawer to take out one of your kitchen towels before making your way back to the couch.

The more you cleaned his naked torso, the more bewitched you felt as each swipe of the bloodied rag shows perfectly carved abs and pecs, leaving you with an embarrassing burn in your core. Shame floods you with each lustful thought that came barging into your mind, trying your hardest to ignore the flame in the pit of your belly getting hotter with each second that passed. Honestly, is this man somehow a deity in disguise? His muscles were ridiculously defined and large; it was getting harder to control your wild thoughts.

Come on girl, get a hold of yourself. The man is hurt and unconscious! With a sigh you close your eyes and exhale softly to gather back your wits before finishing. Appreciating your hard work, you let your eyes fixate on the nasty gashes on his stomach and the yellowing bruises over his face. With a nod, you make a quick decision as you grab the bowl filled with dirty water and the rag, quickly cleaning up the supplies before returning with a small container of antibacterial ointment; no doubt he was healing just fine, but your worry wouldn’t let you walk away without providing him some relief.

As you delicately spread the ointment on his wounded skin however, the man shifts in his sleep suddenly and it has your breath and movements stilling in tense silence as you watch him carefully; but he simply turns onto his side and curls up, no signs of having been disturbed. Your breath leaves you slowly as your gaze softens; once more witnessing his features smooth over to show just how young he truly is. He couldn’t be older than Taehyung, perhaps younger now that you’re witnessing his guard completely lowered in sleep to show that glimpse of a young man you had seen back at the ring. Just how did he get mixed in with such a horrible way of surviving? Surely rabbit hybrids must be amongst the top adopted hybrids alongside the dog and cat mixes, so why is it that Ares found himself having to fight to stay alive?

“I’m sorry,” your voice is merely a whisper, the words having no destination and settle instead in the air between you two as you continue to watch Ares sleep soundly. Even you were unsure as to why you felt like apologizing. For how badly his life must be? For having been abandoned at that warehouse? For being alone? Who knew, certainly you didn’t, but with those thoughts plaguing your mind you stand up and drape your throw blanket on his figure before making your way to your room.

You spare a concerned glance over to your friend’s closed door and note with disappointment that there is no light fighting to get out through the bottom of his door; his room completely dark. With a small shake of your head, you gently close your door and get ready for bed; silently throwing a hopeful wish for tomorrow to not be a disaster once the hybrid awoke.

Your wish seems to have landed in the trash as you stare blankly at the scene before you late the next morning; Ares is awake and clutching onto one corner of the blanket you covered him in, glaring venomously at Taehyung who’s also tugging on the other end of the cotton with his own ferocious scowl at the hybrid. No words were being exchanged, but the air is thick with animosity and testosterone, leaving you shell-shocked at witnessing your goofball of a best friend suddenly look so…animalistic. Just what random parallel universe did you drop into? As if realizing your impulsive behavior with the hybrid wasn’t disorienting enough, now you also have to deal with Taehyung suddenly becoming an ass?

With a sigh and a glance at the clock mounted on the wall beside you – it was only 10 am – you’re quick to walk over to the two males, snatching the blanket from both of them. Two sets of eyes quickly snap to you, one annoyed, but apologetic; and the other narrowed in hostility. You try your best to give Ares a small, but sincere smile before turning to Taehyung and smacking his arm, giving him a scowl of disapproval.

“Just what on earth are you doing, you walnut? Why are you picking fights with our guest so early, especially after how last night went?”

Your brown haired roommate only whines at your annoyance and is quick to wrap his long arms around your shoulders in a dramatic fashion; you didn’t miss how he oddly rubbed his cheek on your own. “Please don’t be mad at me eomma! I forgot we had some asshole on our couch so I got…surprised and only acted on self-defense. True story.”

“I am not your mom! God I thought we went over this? Why is the mom thing coming back all of a sudden you fucking weirdo?” You would never admit to him how relief floods you at having him back to his idiot self.

A loud scoff followed by a snarl has you remembering the hybrid behind you and it serves as a reminder that he isn’t exactly exuding happy vibes right now; you wouldn’t either if you woke up in a stranger’s house after being beaten up honestly.

“I would hardly call you smacking me awake and yanking the blanket off of me as self-defense you rat,” at the last word Taehyung lets out an indignant sound and it only makes Ares give him a smug smile.

“I am not a rat, you cracked out Bugs Bunny! You should be grateful that my eomma even saved your sorry ass from being taken away by the cops.”

“Taehyung!” you gasp as you quickly yank his shaggy, morning hair, ignoring his whines of protests and turn to give Ares an apologetic stare. “I am so sorry; please don’t listen to what he says. I don’t know why he’s acting like this, but please feel free to use our bathroom to freshen up while I make us some breakfast. As an apology, Tae will even lend you some of his old clothes.”

Your roommate only gives out a strangled noise of protest, wiggling out of your hold to give you a look of comical betrayal. “Says who?! I don’t want him wearing my clothes! He’ll rub his gross smell all over them!”

Ares is quick to begin walking toward the door of your apartment with a heavy scowl on his lips, clearly not wanting stay with how rude Taehyung was being. “Whatever. I don’t want or need your pity or charity.”

Your heart squeezes painfully and before your mind can catch up, you once again act out impulsively, quickly wrapping your fingers around the muscle on his forearm. Only in doing so it makes you realize that he is in fact, still very much walking in only small shorts and nothing else. You swallow as quietly as you can and clear your throat, noting a bit late that he also hasn’t shaken your hand off of him, but neither has he turned around. Your heart flutters in hope.

“I didn’t help you out of pity,” your words are soft, but firm and you feel him stiffen under your hand, making the words quickly jumble out in a mess to have him understand you. “I know you won’t believe me, but I just couldn’t leave you there while no one came to help you. Especially after…after seeing the fight and how that tigress –”

“You helping me doesn’t change the fact that you paid to see those fights,” the venom in his sudden snarl has your hand leaving his arm as if burned and the stare he gives you over his shoulder has an annoying sting come to your eyes. He only scoffs and carries on. “You think that doing one good thing for a “worthless” hybrid suddenly makes you a saint? Don’t make me laugh.”

So focused on not letting the uninvited tears to fall, you don’t notice Tae getting closer until you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders and an almost animalistic growl sounding from right above your head. “She didn’t pay to be there you ungrateful jackass. I was invited to go there and I brought her with me so I wouldn’t go alone. So if I were you I’d stop swimming in the river you cried for yourself and thank y/n for risking her safety to get you out of there.”

The air is stifling as your voice leaves you and has your breath stuck at the base of your throat, too anxious to say anything to break the tension. The moments are far and few in-between when Taehyung gets angry, but times like these remind you that despite being a goofball, he was still very much a nearly a six foot tall, broad shouldered man with some mean ass looking eyebrows. Despite not looking threatened in the least, Ares still regards your friend and roommate with a serious, pensive scowl; body fully turned and chest instinctually puffing out to no doubt assert dominance.

Even in a serious situation such as this, your traitorous eyes fail to stay on the hybrid’s face and instead greedily roam over the bulging muscles with slight awe. Damn was this man giving Chris Hemsworth a run for his money.

“Thanks.”

The growled response has your eyes snapping up in shock to stare at Ares, body flushing in pleasant warmth as he stares back, but at seeing your lips form a small ‘o’ of surprise, he’s quick to look away with a frown. You’d blame the lack of any lights on for the small rosy hue his cheeks have gained.

“Do you have a home to go back to?” That is not what you meant to say and by the strangled noise that leaves Taehyung’s throat, he wasn’t expecting it either, but he knows where that question is going and is unfortunately much too shell-shocked to stop it. From how things went last night, you have a sad intuitive feeling that the male hybrid is homeless and like before, you just couldn’t sit idly on that thought.

The ears on Ares’ head flatten back in apprehension; his eyes once more regarding you, but with a certain guard in them as his confusion shows in his hesitancy. “What’s it to you?”

Someday you’d learn to control your impulsive behavior and stop to think about your decisions before making them. Today was not that day. “You can stay with us if you don’t. Rent won’t be an issue either; Tae and I make enough money to not be living paycheck to paycheck. Even if you just stay until you can find somewhere else, it beats having to hide from hybrid police department.”

The thickness in their air increases as everyone holds their breath, Taehyung dropping his arm from around your shoulders in a defeat he can already see happening and knows is futile in trying to fight it. But with each silent second that ticks by has your heart hammering away at your ribs faster, especially when a flicker of that same vulnerability you witnessed back in the cage last night appears in Ares’ eyes.

“Only until I can find someplace else,” the look is gone and is replaced with a gruff awkwardness as the hybrid nervously picks at his cheek, his voice quieter than before.

A loud grunt of dissatisfaction leaves your friend’s throat as he moves away from you and stomps angrily toward the hallway, throwing a petulant huff under his breath about getting ready for work. You let out your own sigh as the reality of what you just did settles on your skin. You’d have to make Taehyung his favorite foods and desserts on top of playing with his hair until your hand fell off for who knows how long for your hasty decision. Truly, you were on a roll with all the impulsivity, but it was done and you’d need to remind yourself after Taehyung’s shift at the diner to question his unfound hostility toward the hybrid.

For now, however…

“Let’s um, get you some clean clothes for after you shower and in the mean time I can make us some breakfast,” your smile is small and albeit a bit awkward, but it was sincere enough to have the hybrid give a grateful nod in return. “As if it wasn’t obvious by now, my name is y/n and I’m going to go on a wild guess and say Ares isn’t really your actual name?”

“You’d guess correctly,” he avoids your eyes for a few more seconds before he gives in and glances back at you, voice growing soft in newfound timidity. “Jeongguk.”

“Jeongguk,” your tongue rolls around the name easily and so preoccupied you are in trying to pronounce it exactly as he did, you miss the red tint making home on his cheeks again. By the time you look back up at him, it’s nearly gone and his eyes are roaming your apartment for the first time, obviously trying to take it in. “You can use the bathroom in my room for now, since Tae is notorious for taking forever in getting ready. We can go over living arrangements after, kay?”

With a shy nod and an actual tiny smile, Ares – no, Jeongguk – has your stomach fluttering as you quickly show him to where your room is and leave him to shower. Now standing alone in your kitchen, you let out a soft breath as you lean your forehead on the cool countertop, trying your best to wrap your mind around just exactly what occurred in the past 15 hours. With a shake of your head and a few small slaps to your cheeks, you get started on making some breakfast for all three of you while you push any doubts to the back of your head until you can get back to them in the darkness of your room later tonight.

You’d stupidly face the repercussions of your actions when they came, because you knew they would, just not now; but for the present time, you’d simply worry about making sure you had enough strawberries to dump onto Taehyung’s waffles.

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