#i could write about abel for hours

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 3)

This chapter is mainly Baby (Beom) oriented!) THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT! I think this ones a little longer!(my tag list IS closed but you can follow the post in order to receive updates on when i make edits!! So sorry!)

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To Y/N’s surprise, the Saja Boys were actually a talented bunch. Although, she wasn’t sure how much of it was raw talent or made by demonic power. 

The tired girl had finished up the lyrics, allowing Baby and Romance to write with her. She had ingrained into them that, if they used their fake charm on her, she would withdraw her offer and leave them to rot. Y/N despised flattery, it was a candy trail for those, foolish enough to pick up a piece of poisoned candy.

‘Huh, you really make it obvious. “Gotta drink every drop.”? I might as well tell them I'm a demon.’ Jinu sneered, with his hand over one headphone as he listened to the demo Y/N had drafted. His words, however sharp, bounced off Y/N as she noticed a small detail in Jinu’s behaviour.

‘Your shoulders are dancing.’ Y/N grinned cheekily, her chin resting on her balled fist.

‘I didn’t say it was bad.’ Jinu grumped, bopping his head to the beat. ‘Abel was right, you do have talent.’

‘Why thank you Jinu.’

‘Y/N?’ A voice called out, ‘For the rap, can you help me with some of my lyrics?’ Baby grasped Y/N’s hand delicately, as if unsure.

‘Hm? Yeah.’ Y/N slipped out of her chair, inconspicuously removing her fingers from Baby’s grip. She wasn’t sure how much of him was actually shy, and the other just a sarcastic mock of the industry’s infantilisation of idols.

‘Let me know if you want anything changed, Jinu.’ Y/N patted the older man on the shoulder quickly before moving over to sit with the youngest of the bunch. 

Jinu watched on with a familiar feeling in his chest.

Envy.

Greed.

Jinu blinked, quickly jerking his gaze away from Y/N and his youngest friend. Was he jealous? What for? His eyes narrowed, sneaking a glance at the pair again.

Y/N and Baby, were leaned over Y/N’s notebook, chattering animatedly. Baby, actually seemed to be enjoying the conversation.

‘Hey, wait, these are actually really good, kid!’ Y/N laughed, ruffling the hair of the youngest. The boy in return grumbled, red cheeked, battering Y/N’s hand away.

‘I’m over two hundred years old.’ He slumped over, laying his head on the cool marble table.

‘Huh, y’know sometimes I forget.’ She mused, looking at Baby’s now messy hair. 

‘Is this actually you writing or you guys using your powers.’

‘I was a poet before I took a deal with Gwi-ma. My name was Beom.’ He hummed, looking at the notebook, tapping the pen on his cheek.

‘I see! It really shows. You have really good flow as well.’ Y/N smiled, leaning back, forgetting that the stool had no backing.

‘Watch it.’ Jinu’s arm wrapped around her waist securely. His gaze was… conflicted? When did he move from the set up to the kitchen table?

Jinu was stuck between wanting her to fall and wanting to wrap her up to keep her safe. He could feel the heat of her skin through her thin shirt.

‘Holy crap, thanks Jinu. I forgot about these chairs. I don’t usually sit here, I don’t really have people over a lot.’ Y/N’s sentence drifted off, as she realised how sad that sentence sounded.

‘I mean, you’ll be stuck with us for a while.’ Beom smiled nervously, looking at the girl with hopeful eyes.

‘Yeah, this song will take me less than three days. I mean, look at your writing! It’s been less than two hours and you’re already almost done with your lyrics!’ Y/N praised, forgetting for a split moment that she was talking to a demon.

‘Thanks Y/N.’ Beom beamed, standing up and gathering his notes. ‘I’m going to go practice with the music!’

‘Alrighty kid, let me know if you need anything.’ Y/N called, watching the man’s blue hair bounce slightly as he ran over to join Romance, Mystery, and Abel.

‘Why are you pretending to be nice to them?’ Jinu sounded irritated, his voice was filled with aggression. 

‘Huh? I’m not pretending to be nice. In fact, I actively claim to be a rude and disagreeable person.’ Y/N crossed her arms, at his accusatory tone. Why was he being so rude to her? He was at least somewhat nice to Rumi in the movie. Maybe, even kind.

‘Yeah well, I can see that.’ Jinu bit back, staring at her with a similar stance.

‘Look Jinu, I don’t know what your problem is, but I'm helping you at the moment so the least you can do is be nice to me. Or in the least, be agreeable.’ She spun around, picking up her note book and standing. ‘I get that I’m not pretty like the rest of Huntr/x but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad when you treat me differently.’

‘Who said I thought you weren’t pretty?’ He frowned, looking confused. ‘I’m an asshole, not blind.’ 

Y/N  waved him off, seemingly seeing through his lie.

‘Flattery won’t get you anywhere. I’m not stupid Jinu. All I’m saying is, you don’t have to hate me.’

‘But I-’ 

‘Let's go over the lyrics. Is there anything you want me to change? Do you want line distribution done by you or by me?’ Y/N picked up a pen, changing the topic so quickly it almost gave Jinu whiplash.

‘Uh…’

‘Well, Jinu was a singer before we became like this. He should have the most lines.’ Abel hummed, leaning over Y/N’s shoulder. 

‘I think we can take care of line distribution. Did you wanna change anything?’ Abel smiled as he continued. ‘I think we’re ready to record!’

Y/N nodded at the taller man before turning to look back at Jinu.

‘Is there anything you wanted me to look at Jinu? Or did you wanna start recording?’ Y/N tilted her head, a habit she had picked up from leaning to listen to Bobby ramble during loud Huntr/x concerts.

‘No, they look good. Let's start recording.’ Jinu looked at the hand that Abel had placed on the small of Y/N’s back, guiding her towards her set up. Why did he feel heat spreading through his chest? An uncomfortable burning that set him aflame with this... resentment. 

--

The recording lasted only two other hours, but the mixing and mastering lasted the rest of the night. Y/N ended up with eyebags and heavy eyelids as she finished up using her pitch corrector and adjusting the mixer levels to be within industry standards. She slumped down the back of her chair as she pressed export, sending it to be downloaded onto her desktop.

‘ ‘m done.’ She mumbled, closing her eyes as she slid off her noise cancelling headphones. The boys had decided to stay in her apartment to figure out the choreography. Of course, being demons meant they didn’t have to sleep so they actually could spend hours upon hours doing whatever suited them.

Honestly though, Y/N was surprised that they actually came up with their own choreography. She had thought it was just some spell the demons had cast to make it easier. 

‘Wow, that was fast!’ Romance commented.

‘Can we hear it?’ Mystery asked, leaning to rest his forearms on Y/N’s seat from above.

‘Mm.’ Y/N mumbled laying her head on her crossed arms and ignored the boys. She was getting too old for these all-nighters. She could feel the youth drain out of her body as she closed her eyes. 

‘Oh oh! Me first!’ She could hear the boys squabbling over who got to hear the finalised version first. The voices began to drown out, as Y/N drifted into a silent sleep. Blocking out the noise from the conscious world. Whenever she overworked, she tended to pass out completely rendering her useless to the rest of the world. Not even alarm clocks would wake her up. Several times, Bobby had to come into her apartment and rouse her from sleep. It was why he had a spare key card. He wanted to make sure Y/N was alive during the weeks where they were preparing for a new album.

‘Be quiet.’ Jinu hushed the group, looking at Y/N, hearing her slowed, steady breaths. 

‘She’s asleep. Y/N’s been working on this the whole night.’ He said slowly, eyes tracing over her slowly rising shoulders.

‘Right. Should we leave her here or?’ Beom kneeled down to look up at Y/N’s sleeping face. He made a mental note of how Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered when her eyes moved behind her closed lids.

‘I’ll carry her back to her room. Keep practicing the choreo, just make sure you’re quiet.’  Jinu kneeled, delicately slipping his hands under Y/N’s knees and wrapping a protective arm around her neck. He stood with little effort, his demon strength aiding him in carrying Y/N.

He nudged a door open, decorated with sound proofing foam with his foot, peeking around to see if it were her room. He hummed in amusement, spotting pages of writing on the floor, scattered in a semi readable pattern.

‘So you’re a work-aholic, huh?’ He whispered, laying Y/N down on her back. The room was relatively clean despite the lyric sheets scattered on the floor. It looked like she spent more time in her set up than in her room.

Y/N groaned, as she rolled over in the bed, hunching over.

‘Cold?’ Jinu mumbled, shifting Y/N’s legs so he could grab the comforter and lay it over the sleeping girl. He watched as Y/N’s face smoothed, relaxing under the light pressure of her blanket. 

A rush of warmth.

What? Since when did he feel anything but rage and shame. He had feelings, but none of them ever felt so…

So tranquil, as if it were lulling him into a gentle embrace.

No.

He didn’t have time for that. Jinu needed his memories gone so he could move on with his life. He was sure that he could find a way to leave Gwi-ma’s hold, he just had to get past his first hurdle. 

‘Who cares if you’re pretty or not. I’m not shallow enough to think that’s what matters.’ He muttered, turning around before pausing. 

‘And I never said you weren’t pretty.’ He added, before stepping quietly out of the room. Jinu returned to the living room after closing Y/N’s door, watching his friends practice their new choreography.

‘Is she asleep?’ Mystery asked, pausing the music as he spotted Jinu stalking back towards them with a sour face.

‘Yeah, let’s get to work.’ Jinu nodded, taking his position in the formation. ‘Abel did you figure out the entire dance?’

‘That's right.’ Abel looked proud, his thumb pointing toward his chest. ‘Y’think Y/N will like it?’ 

‘She doesn’t have to like it. It’s about whether or not the people will. We’re stealing the fans.’

‘I think it would be nice if Y/N also liked the dance.’ Beom rolled his eyes, sassing the leader.

‘She isn’t important. We’re just using her to make sure we can steal Huntr/x’s fans and get Gwi-ma his souls.’ Jinu stated firmly, As if trying to convince himself of his own statement. He pressed play, resuming the music on the computer.

‘There's no need to be mean about it.’ The purple haired man hummed, before falling into position with the rest of the group.

‘Enough. We have two days left to have this choreo down. Let's start rehearsing.’

A soft melody of whistling, and popfunk synth filled the night, accompanied by shuffling footsteps and quiet singing. Y/N remained fast asleep as the boys practiced well into the morning, each man making sure to be as quiet as possible to keep from waking their new producer and writer. 

-

Y/N winced as she stretched her complaining joints, creaking in protest. She sat up, rubbing her sleep filled eyes, looking around at the new scenery. Huh, she was in her room. Last she remembered, she was laying her head down on her desk after finishing Soda Pop. The tired girl roused herself from the bed, shrugged on a random jumper and opened her door.

A soft whump as the boys landed on their feet into their ending pose.

‘Huh, that's lookin’ good!’ Y/N cocked her head, an approving smile lighting up her face. ‘Wanna show me the number from the top?’ 

Pressing play, Y/N watched the boys easily slide into their beginning poses and begin their song from the top. It was extremely impressive, the way Jinu’s voice was almost an exact one to one of the recording. His stage presence was evident, even in her very own living room. Mystery had an incredibly sweet voice, whilst Romance had a round, upbeat one. Coupled with Beom’s deep voice and Abel’s boyish charm, the group meshed into a force to be reckoned with.

Huntr/x really did have some competition. But Y/N was sure that she would be able to figure out a way to stop Gwi-ma from slipping through the Honmoon. 

She’d find a way.

‘Thoughts?’ Jinu grinned, his chest heaving from exertion. 

‘If you guys weren’t trying to take over the world, I’d actually consider taking you on as personal clients.’ Y/N smirked, turning around to switch off the music. 

‘A couple more times and I think you guys have it down to perfection.’ She laughed, turning her chair to open up her browser.

‘Watcha doing?’ Beom walked over, dragging another gaming chair with him. Y/N kept several of those for whenever she had HUntr/x over.

‘I’m gonna send you guys the file so you can upload it. That way you can also have it in your respective phones.’ Y/N hummed, logging into her email.

‘What's your email?’ 

A pause.

‘Do you guys even have phones?’ Y/N blinked, turning back to face the boys.

‘Yeah, here I’ll give you mine, Beom nodded enthusiastically, putting his phone on the table in front of Y/N. 

‘Alrighty Beom, I’ll send it over to you. After this, I’m going to get breakfast. Are you guys gonna go home?’ Y/N clicked away on her screen, typing in the details of Beom’s email.

‘We’ll get breakfast for you.’ Mystery called out, already walking away towards the elevator. The rest of the boys besides Beom walked towards the door.

‘Beom will stay here with you.’ Jinu clarified, walking towards the door that led to the stairs.

‘Hey Abel, do you think you could out run me on the stairs while I took the elevator?’ Jinu struck up a challenge in a prodding tone.

A challenge that Abel jumped on.

‘Oh, you’re on.’ Abel flung open the door and rushed down the stairs. The pattering off feet on stairs diminished slowly, echoing off the stairwell.

Jinu however, strolled leisurely back to the elevator door and pushed the button. He met Y/N’s confused stare with a confident smile and said, 

‘He's the biggest one and I wanted more space. Y’know how it goes.’ He walked into the elevator doors as they opened, whilst Romance and Mystery gave small chuckles, shaking their heads.

‘We’ll see you soon Y/N.’ Romance waved as the doors closed.

The girl slowly side-eye'd Beom and pressed send on the email she had written.

‘So, is there anything else you wanted me to do?’ Y/N spun around in her chair lazily, allowing the inertia of her spinning chair to keep her entertained.

‘No not really. Although, I do want to say that, I saw another song in your notebook.’ Beom’s eyes followed Y/N’s spinning figure.

‘Wait what?’ Y/N slammed her hands on the table, grasping at her notebook.

‘Did you write that for us?’ Beom’s tone was inquisitive.

And there it was. The back bone of ‘Your Idol’ written out in the notebook. When had she written this?

‘I… It’s not finished.’ She gazed into the book, as if in a trance. 

‘It looks pretty cool! I hope that I can hear it one day.’ Beom shrugged, leaning back on his chair.

‘So, a poet huh? What made you choose that path?’ Y/N closed her notebook, setting it aside. She wanted to change the subject, and fast. ‘Your Idol’ wasn’t meant to be written already and if she were being honest, she wanted to avoid the story plot advancing to that stage.

‘Yeah, my father was a court official in the palace. They wanted me to become a scholar and follow his footsteps.’ His eyes were glazed over, staring out the glass window.

‘Yet, all I wanted to do was write. I wanted to make words flow into a beautiful stream, to be read and understood by all.’ He continued, smiling slightly before his eyes came back into focus.

‘But my father disapproved.’ Beom's gaze hardened and his jaw was set.

‘He wanted me to be just like him. A cunning, snivelling leach who kissed the feet of the emperor. So I took a deal with Gwi-ma. That I’d give him my soul and in return, I would be a well known writer, famous enough to sustain myself and my mother.’ Beom’s hands were clutched in tight fists.

‘And so?’ Y/N prompted cautiously, leaning over, elbows on her knees, resting her head on her open palms.

‘It was amazing at first. People paid to hear my poems, they came from all over the country. But then the patterns started. And they kept spreading until Gwi-ma took me into the underworld.’ Beom’s patterns flashed, his form glitching for a split second into his true image.

‘He took you?’ 

‘Yes. Just like he took Jinu and the rest of the boys. I guess he wanted to use us somehow. Gwi-ma always takes back the favours he’s owed. It’s part of the reason we’re here.’ Beom sighed, shaking his head as if to clear away thoughts, clouding his mind.

‘But even here, we can still hear him. Telling us we aren’t enough. That we deserve nothing and that without him, we’d be rotting in the dirt.’ Beom smiled bitterly, looking up at Y/N through his lashes.

‘Well that's simply untrue.’ Y/N laughed, sliding her chair closer to Beom’s side.

‘I think you would have been successful, even if you didn’t take that deal. I mean look at your own writing! I’m a harsh critic, trust me. But you wrote these lyrics in such little time and they’re actually good!’ Y/N gently placed a hand over Beom’s shoulder, in a comforting motion. 

A spark. 

Just like before.

A jolt of white blue electricity, emanating from her fingertips into Beom’s skin, Illuminating his patterns. Y/N slowly took her hand away, watching the boy’s patterns rippled, amalgamating with the white blue light.

‘How did you…’ Beom stood abruptly, splaying his hands, flexing his fingers. ‘My patterns, they… You made them shine.’ He looked utterly stunned.

‘Um… I don’t know?-’

‘My head!’ Beom raised a shaky hand toward his forehead. ‘I can’t hear him. I can’t hear Gwi-ma. How is that possible?’ His eyes snapped to Y/N, yet there was not an ounce of malice in his gaze.

‘I’m still me, but I can’t hear him! Do you think he could still call me back? Does he still have control over me? I have GOT to tell the others.’ Beom hurriedly pulled out his phone, typing away a message possibly to a groupchat of the Saja Boys.

‘No, wait. Don’t’ Y/N grasped at Beom’s wrist. ‘You can’t tell them. If Jinu finds out, he won’t be happy.’ She reasoned, whilst lowering Beom’s hand.

‘That's true… He still wants his memories erased. You’re right.’ Beom nodded, sitting back down, placing his phone back in his pocket.

‘But how did you do it? Is it permanent?!’ He rambled on eagerly, like a puppy that had just found a new toy.

‘I’m not sure honestly. I mean, I was meant to be a hunter but… I can’t manifest a weapon. Maybe it has something to do with that?’ Y/N raised one eyebrow, turning her hands to splay her palms. She scrutinized each line on her palm, wondering if she could control whatever it was.

‘Well whatever, I’ll keep your secret Y/N.’ Beom softly wrapped his hands around Y/N’s and lifted her left hand. ‘Just promise me you won’t think too badly about Jinu?’

Y/N looked up, bewildered at the sudden mention of Jinu.

‘He’s not actually a bad person. He just… He wants to forget his mistakes. I know it seems selfish but it’s been four hundred years. Jinu barely talks to us about it. I think that's what’s slowly eating away at him.’ Beom explained, releasing Y/N’s hand and leaning back on his chair.

‘I think he just has to accept his actions. But it’s easier said than done. His mistake cost him his family. The rest of us didn’t actually leave anything behind, so we don’t understand how he feels.’ Beom continued, shrugging his shoulders. ‘It doesn’t help that he hears Gwi-ma the most. He’s been with Gwi-ma the most often so Jinu’s already so heavily under that old man's influence.’ 

‘I see.’ Y/N let out a short snort. ‘But I don’t think he’s going to talk about it with me to be honest. He very clearly hates me.’

‘What makes you think that?’ Beom looked floored, as if this were a new revelation.

‘Um, hello? He insults me whenever he sees an opportunity? He never smiles around me and lets not mention that he accused me of being fake.’ Y/N rolled her eyes, slumping down in her chair.

‘Jinu’s just like that. He’s blunt and prickly, but that's how he protects himself, and us. But, Y/N I think, he doesn’t hate you. He genuinely thinks you're talented! And, he was the first one by your side when you collapsed last night on the street.’

‘Huh..’ 

‘Yep! Jinu doesn’t hate you.’

Y/N was about to retort as the elevator dinged happily, the doors revealing three of the boys, the same ones as before.

‘Huh, where’s-’

‘AH HAH.’ Abel cried out, flinging the stairwell door open. ‘See? I can make it up the stairs at the same time. I'M A BEAST.’ 

‘Oh honey…’ Y/N stifled a chuckle behind her fist.

Part 4

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[f1samcro]

He's Got A Thing For Doctor's

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You pulled your face mask down, sitting on a bench, and ducking your head between your knees. There’d been a car accident. Two parent’s pronounced dead at the scene, and a little boy. Around Abel’s age. He was your case, as you were the head of trauma, and you’d spent five hours operating on him. As you were closing, he flatlined, and you couldn’t bring him back. “Time of death, 22:15 PM.”

It was incredibly rare that you found children in your E.R. in the state that little boy was. His name was Elliott. Elliott Hastings. A whole family was taken because someone was too cheap to get an Uber after drinking. Someone stopped in front of you, one look at the shoes and you sighed, “If you’re gonna start shit, don’t. I’m not in the mood, Tara.”

“What’s your problem? I just wanted to ask about J-”

“I don’t care! I’m not telling you anything about Jax! Jesus, Tara! I just lost a kid on my table, I don’t have the time for your bullshit! So ask me something professional or get lost!”

You look up, she pauses, blinking, before uttering, “I’m sorry,” and scurrying away.

You went through the motions, before clocking out and getting in your car. You take a deep breath, resting your head on the steering wheel. And then you straighten, turn the car on, and drive off. 

Jax’s key was for emergencies. But still, you used it to unlock the door and slip inside the Teller household. You smiled weakly as Jax’s head swiveled towards the door from his spot on the couch. “Rough night?”

You nod wordlessly, clearing your throat, “Yeah.”

“Wanna talk ‘bout it, darlin’?”

“No.”

“Beer’s in the fridge, you know where the towels are.”

And he went quiet, looking back at the TV. It was common for you to end up at Jax’s after a rough day at work. It was wholly better than sitting alone at home and wallowing. At least you could wallow with someone. You open the fridge to locate a bottle, “Margaret’s backed off.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’m not thanking you. You threatened one of my supervisors.”

You pull the cap of the beer off. “She backed off, didn’t she?”

You sigh, walking into the living room and sipping the beer, “You told her that, ‘if she keeps havin’ issues with your old lady, she is gonna get herself in trouble. I’m not even your old lady! ”

Jax took one look at you, “You know the rules, shower and get the hospital off you, ‘fore you sit on any of my shit.”

“Just ignore everything I said then,” a scowl makes its way onto your face, but you nod, and put the beer on the coffee table. You disappear down the hall, “I’m stealin’ your clothes!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Except you didn’t come back for the beer. Jax gave it half an hour before he sighed, and finished it himself. He went to check on Thomas and Abel before going to bed himself. But he paused. You were curled up in Abel’s bed, holding onto the little boy like he was gonna disappear. “Sweetheart?”

You hum, “Hmm?”

“You can’t sleep in Abel’s bed. C’mon,” he steps into the bedroom, gently reaching out to pry you off his son. You squeeze the little boy tighter, but then let go and let Jax pull you up. 

He pulls you to his bedroom, and lets you get under the covers before smoothing back your hair and waiting for you to talk. “Car accident,” you mumble half heartedly, “Kid flatlined on my table. Same age as Abel.”

Jax doesn’t say anything, but gets up and disappears into the hall. He returns seconds later, with a asleep Abel in his arms. You watch as the blonde tucks his son into the bed next to you. Your arms wrap around Abel quickly, “Better?”

You nod as Jax climbs into the bed himself, “Thank you.”

He grins at you, “What would Margaret say if she saw us now?”

You snort, burying your face in Abel’s hair. “Write me up. Oh, Tara came to talk to me today.”

“I figured.”

You look up, “Why?”

“She saw us gettin’ dinner with Abel the other night. Don’t think she’s buying the friend's excuse anymore.”

Abel murmurs in his sleep, shuffling closer to you, “Y’know you’ll have to find another doctor to stitch you up, now. Can’t treat you. Conflict of interest ‘n all.”

Jax turns to look at you, “Don’t think it’ll be that hard, darlin’, I had other people stitch me up while you were in school.” He leans down and kisses your forehead, “And like you said earlier, I told Margaret that you’re my old lady-”

“Could’ve gotten me in more trouble.”

“It didn’t. So take it and go to sleep,” he has a smirk on his face, tucking hair behind your ear. “I think you’ve been my old lady for a long time, we jus’ haven’t said anythin’.”

You open your mouth to protest, only for him to narrow his eyes, “I said sleep, so good night.”

A huff escapes your lips, but you close your eyes, snuggling closer to Abel. “Your mom’s gonna be happy.”

“Darlin’, Gem’s thought we’ve been together for months and refuse to admit it.”

“Seriously?”

“She thinks I’ve got a thing for doctors.”

You chuckle lightly, “I believe it.”

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: cussing

Part 2

Whiskey & Wee Things - Part 3

Tara and Jax’s house was warm, filled with the hum of your conversation and the occasional giggle from Abel as he clumsily stacked blocks, only to knock them down with a delighted squeal.

You had spent the better part of the morning sitting at the kitchen table with Tara, papers spread between you—notes on commissary needs, a visitor schedule, and updates to pass along to the members inside.

"Jax is gonna want weekly visits, but Clay…" Tara trailed off, tapping her pen against the table. "I doubt he’ll want anyone around much."

You glanced up from where you were scribbling down notes, frowning. "That doesn’t seem fair. He's still—"

"Still a stubborn shithead ?" Tara let out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head. "Sorry, ignore me... To Clay, I’m just another old lady trying to take his step-son away from the club."

You hesitated, not sure what to say to that.

Instead you cast your eyes across the table—lists of commissary items, schedules, notes on who was writing letters to whom.

Tara's hand rested over the gentle curve of her belly, watching you with a mix of amusement and mild exasperation.

"Y’know, this might be a little overkill," she said, thumbing through the list of commissary requests. "They’re only in for fourteen months."

You frowned. "That’s still over a year."

Tara exhaled, rubbing her temple.

"I just don’t want them to feel… forgotten," you admitted, stacking another piece of paper onto the growing pile.

Tara stared at you for a long moment, then sighed.

"You know they’ve done time before, right?"

"Yeah, no i know ... but there family right ?" You finally glanced up, frowning.

Tara caught the look on your face and gave you a tired smile. "Don’t worry about it. We'll sort it, Clay and Jax… their carrying a lot right now. They all are."

You spent the next few hours sorting through everything—lists of what Jax, Clay, and the others would need while inside, notes from the lawyers, a rough schedule for visits to make sure none of them were forgotten.

Tara was focused, jotting down details, making sure no one was overlooked. Every so often, her hand would drift absently to her belly, rubbing slow circles as she thought.

You caught the motion and smiled. "Starting to feel real, huh?"

She huffed a quiet laugh. "Yeah… something like that."

Before you could say more, a loud crash made both of you jump.

Abel blinked up at you both from the floor, one of his toy trucks now in two separate pieces, blocks scattered across the floor.

You gasped dramatically. "Oh no, buddy! What happened?"

He grinned, utterly unbothered.

"Boom!"

You laughed. "Boom, huh?" You picked up the broken truck and gave him an exaggerated look of concern. "Think we can fix it?"

Abel nodded very seriously. "Yeah!"

You spent the next few minutes helping him snap the pieces back together while Tara continued working.

Abel babbled something unintelligible, chubby fingers reaching for you.

Tara watched with a soft smile. "He likes you."

You smiled back, shifting Abel to your lap. "Good. ‘Cause I like him too."

You didn’t hear the front door open.

Didn’t notice the familiar weight of footsteps until—

"Well, well… look at this."

Chibs’ voice—low, laced with amusement—sent warmth curling through your stomach.

You stood, Abel perched on your hip, to find him standing in the doorway.

His gaze flicked over the scene in front of him—Tara, the papers, the visitor schedule—before settling on you.

"Didn’t know ye had a mornin’ gig as a babysitter, love."

"Good morning to you too, Filip" You rolled your eyes, but Chibs’ smirk only grew as he stepped forward, reaching to ruffle Abel’s fine blonde hair.

"How’s my wee man, eh?"

Abel responded by immediately reaching for Chibs, fingers curling in his kutte.

Chibs chuckled, easily taking the toddler from your arms, and dropping a kiss to your hairline.

"Aye, that’s right. Uncle Chibby is yer favorite, ain’t he?"

Abel made a happy noise, patting at Chibs’ beard with uncoordinated little hands.

Tara sighed, but her smile was fond. "He does that to Jax too."

"Smart wee lad," Chibs muttered, shifting Abel so he was more comfortable in his arms. "Knows a good set o’ whiskers when he sees ‘em."

You couldn’t help but laugh.

Chibs’ eyes flicked to you at the sound, something soft flashing behind them.

"So," he drawled, nodding toward the table. "This what ye been doin’ all mornin’, then?"

You nodded. "We wanted to make sure everyone in Stockton is taken care of. That they don’t feel alone."

His fingers brushed the edge of one of the lists. "Ye settin’ up an entire bloody system?"

You shrugged, standing up. "Just making sure they’re taken care of."

Chibs tilted his head, picking up a page and scanning it. "Ye even got Tig’s smokes on here."

"And Juice’s protein powder," you added.

He huffed out a quiet laugh.

Then—his fingers curled under your chin, tilting your face up just enough for his dark eyes to catch yours.

"They’re lucky, ye know," he murmured.

You blinked. "For what?"

His thumb brushed lightly along your jaw before dropping away.

"For havin’ you lookin’ out for ‘em, mo chridhe"

It had been a few days since the whole ‘Prez’ realization, and things at Teller-Morrow had started settling into a new rhythm.

Well, almost.

You were getting used to work—answering phones, sorting paperwork, handling invoices under Gemma’s watchful eye. It wasn’t too complicated, though she made sure you learned quick.

But the prospects?

They were still acting weird.

At first, you thought you were imagining it.

Then you noticed the way they moved around you—one stepping out of your way before you even got close, another awkwardly freezing when you so much as glanced in his direction.

When you dropped a pen and bent to pick it up, one of them winced.

And when you asked one of them—Jeremy? Jason? You weren’t sure—to pass you a stack of forms, he hesitated like you had just asked him to defuse a bomb.

Gemma noticed, of course.

"Jesus Christ," she muttered under her breath, watching as one of them practically tripped over himself trying to avoid crossing your path.

You frowned. "What’s their problem?"

She arched a perfectly manicured brow. "You serious?"

You blinked. "Well ... yeah?"

Gemma huffed, setting down the paperwork. "Sweetheart, they’re terrified of you."

Your eyes widened. "Of me what—why?"

She smirked. "Sweetheart— your bedding the President"

"Jesus Gem, we haven't even—"

Gemma scoffed, cutting you off. "Doesn't matter, your his, its respect"

You weren’t sure whether to be amused or exasperated.

By the time you stepped outside to grab something from Gemma’s car, you had decided you needed to clear things up.

One of the prospects—Daniel? Maybe?—was wiping down a bike near the garage entrance. He looked up when he saw you, then immediately looked down, focusing way too hard on whatever he was doing.

You crossed your arms.

"Okay, can you just stop this ?"

He stiffened. "Uh—what do you mean?"

You gestured vaguely. "This! The weirdness! You guys acting like I fucking bite."

"We’re not acting weird," he said quickly. Too quickly.

You gave him a look.

He swallowed. "I mean, it’s just—uh—"

"Just what?"

He hesitated, then blurted, "You’re the Prez's Old Lady!" like that explained everything.

You stared. "Interim President" you pointed out. "—and i'm my own person too"

Daniel glanced around, lowering his voice. "He nearly killed Tyler the other day just for flirting with you."

Your stomach dropped.

"He did not," you said, even though you weren’t actually sure that was true.

The prospect gave you a look. "I mean, he didn’t kill him, but—"

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Love, ye interrogatin’ my prospects now?"

You turned to see Chibs strolling across the lot, his usual smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

Daniel? Jason? Whatever his name was?—immediately went rigid, eyes darting downward like a kid caught sneaking out after curfew.

Chibs clapped a hand on the prospect’s shoulder, not unkindly. "Ye doin’ a good job, prospect ?"

"Y-Yeah, Boss."

"Aye, good. Then why d’ye look like yer about tae shite yerself?"

The poor guy made some strangled noise in his throat.

You sighed. "Scotsman, what did you do?"

He arched a brow. "What d’ye mean?"

You crossed your arms. "They’re scared of me."

"Are they now?" He looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"Yes. Because of you."

He shrugged. "Ain’t my fault they’re thick as bricks."

You huffed. "Can you please tell them your not going to, I don’t know, do shit, if they breathe near me?"

Chibs smirked, his eyes flicking to the prospect. "That depends, lad—ye been breathin’ near my woman?"

Jason/Daniel looked horrified.

"No, Boss!"

Chibs chuckled, patting his shoulder again before turning to you.

"Relax, love. I won't kill ‘em. Long as they behave."

You groaned.

The clubhouse was alive with the usual energy—music thumping, laughter ringing out, the scent of booze and cigarette smoke thick in the air. The usual SAMCRO scene.

Piney mumbled a quick "Hey Sweetheart" as you pushed your way through the crowd of scantily clad women and bikers.

You noticed the kitchen was absolute chaos, and you had no idea how anyone was keeping track of what was clean, what was dirty, or what had just been set down and promptly forgotten about.

Between the sink overflowing with dishes, the counters littered with empty bottles, and the sheer volume of food, it was a wonder the place hadn’t caught fire.

You didn’t hesitate.

Slipping into the mess like it was second nature, you started rinsing dishes, stacking them neatly in the drying rack while grabbing empty beer bottles from the counter and tossing them into a trash bag.

At first, no one noticed you weaving through the crowd grabbing empties.

The sweetbutts were too caught up in their usual routine—laughing, flirting, making themselves useful in their way.

But then, one of them turned.

And froze.

"Uh… what are you doing?"

You glanced up, blinking. "Cleaning."

That one word sent a ripple through the room.

Within seconds, three more sweetbutts were staring at you like you had just started speaking in tongues.

"But… why?" one of them asked, brow furrowed.

You shrugged, tossing another empty bottle into the trash. "Because it’s a mess?"

That didn’t seem to be the right answer.

The girls exchanged glances, shifting awkwardly.

One of them—Lacey?, you were pretty sure—cleared her throat. "You don’t have to do that."

"I know." You wiped your hands on a towel you'd dropped over your shoulder, already reaching for another abandoned bottle. "But I can."

Another pause.

Then—panic.

The girls started moving frantically, trying to grab dishes and the trash can from you, insisting they’d take care of it.

You just shook your head, with a polite "I got it" , stepping around them and continuing to the kitchen to start the dishes.

You weren’t here to impress anyone.

You were just helping.

What was so weird about that?

You didn’t hear him at first, too focused on scrubbing a particularly stubborn pan.

But the energy in the room shifted.

The girls, who had been trying to get you to stop working, froze.

You had barely looked up when you felt his presence—felt the warmth of his body behind you before you heard his voice.

And then—

"The hell is goin’ on in here?"

The girls scattered instantly, retreating like someone had just sounded an alarm.

You sighed.

"Just cleaning, Filip."

His smirk widened. "Aye, I can see that, love. But why?"

You huffed, setting down the pan. "Because it needed to be done."

He stepped forward, reaching out to tilt your chin up slightly. His touch was gentle, his gaze warm as he studied you like you were the most ridiculous—thing he’d ever seen.

"D’ye see any of the other old ladies in here scrubbin’ dishes?"

You exhaled slowly. "I’m not the other old ladies, Scotsman."

His smirk softened into something fonder. "Aye, I know that, mo chridhe. " his accent curled around the words, thick with amusement.

You glanced over your shoulder, seeing the smirk tugging at his lips.

"It’s just faster if people get stuck in."

Chibs let out a low chuckle, stepping in closer until his chest was nearly flush against your back. "That so?"

You nodded, picking up another plate and rinsing it off.

His hands settled on your hips—not to stop you, just to touch you.

"Love, ye do know there’s a dozen other folk here that should be doin’ this, aye?"

"Probably." You stacked the plate, reaching for another. "But they aren’t here and I am."

Chibs hummed, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of your neck. You shivered, but didn’t stop washing the dishes.

His lips curved against your skin.

"Yer impossible."

Chibs didn’t move away.

He watched you with an expression that was equal parts affectionate and exasperated.

"Y’know, love, I’d rather be doin’ anythin’ else right now than watchin’ ye scrub dishes."

You huffed. "Then don’t watch. Go enjoy yourself."

He scoffed. "Not leavin’ ye to do this shite yerself."

"I’m not alone." You gestured vaguely toward the other women—who had definitely stopped working to watch the two of you.

Chibs’ eyes flicked toward them for half a second before turning back to you.

"Aye, well, they don’t count."

You turned to face him, water still dripping from your fingertips. "Why?"

His brows lifted slightly, like he hadn’t expected you to challenge him.

Then, a slow, knowing smirk.

"Because none o’ them are me, mo chridhe."

You sighed. "Filip—"

"Hear me out." His hands slid up to cup your face, thumbs stroking along your jaw. "I don’t like seein’ ye actin’ like ye don’t matter."

Your brows furrowed. "That’s not what I’m doing—"

"Maybe not on purpose, love. But that’s what it looks like."

His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones.

"Yer not some hangaround, aye? Not some sweetbutt runnin’ around cleanin’ up after the boys. Ye belong to me."

You exhaled slowly.

"So what?" you murmured. "I’m supposed to just… sit around and do nothing?"

His smirk returned, slow and lazy.

"Ye can sit on my lap, if ye want."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help your smile "For gods sake, Scotsman."

"Just sayin’."

[thesillymask]

D-Do I see Abel?

....

Can I request an Abel x Female Reader where the reader comforts Ab after a stressful day at work?

Yes! You see our beloved boy Abel! By the way, sorry for the delay! The last few months have been a bit busy for me.

Soft as wool, sweet as honey

Abel x Fem!Winner!Reader (Relationship established)

Genre: fluffy

⚠️warnings:Psychological pressure, possible triggers

Abel never wanted this to be honest, he never wanted to be the new leader of the exorcists. he just agreed to it to continue his father's legacy, even though his father doesn't give a damn about him.

To say he was nervous was an understatement, he was very anxious about the whole thing. Being the leader of the exorcists is a very high position and he was not at all prepared for it. He had to have an extremely long conversation with Sera about the rules and his duties as the new leader, in addition to having to train for hours to have some combat skills. And let's not even mention the paperwork, dammit! What's the need for so many documents!? Couldn't he just write down his name and make it official?

And if that wasn't enough the next day he had more work, and very early! He spent almost the entire day hiring new exorcists and running after new angelic weapons. That job really wasn't for him... But he couldn't give up now! Not when all the seraphim were counting on him and the exorcists needed new members and a new leader after the disaster of the last extermination. He had to do it, it was his duty... He needed to...

Once his work was finally done, he stretched and gave an exhausted sigh. He then gets up from the chair he was in and leaves his office. He locks his door, a tired look on his face as he takes off the mask, fixing his hair.

— "god... What a tiring day..."

He mutters to himself and then spreads his wings, flapping them lightly and then starting to fly. He must have to fly a lot until he finally gets to his house, after all his father's office (which was now his) was very far from where he lived. He gently opens the door, closing it behind him as he lets out a soft groan of frustration. he is then greeted by (name), his girlfriend, his gaze softening as he saw her

— "Honeybun... Hi..."

He gives a slight smile when he sees her, placing his mask on a nearby piece of furniture and hugs her, wrapping her in his arms while muttering softly. (name) notices his tired behavior and gently strokes his back.

— "hey Abel... How was work today?"

She asks, a hint of concern in her voice. She barely saw him all day and was thinking about him all day. Abel just nods and lets out a sigh, before breaking the hug.

— "It was... It was good... I think..."

He said softly, his shoulders slumping as he looked away. It was clear he didn't want to worry her, but it was obvious how stressed he was at that moment. (name)'s gaze softens and she puts her hands on his shoulders Abel, making him look at her

— "You don't look well... Do you want to sit down and talk a little?"

She says with a warm expression, wanting Abel to know that she was there for him. Abel looks at him for a few seconds before nodding slowly. She takes Abel into the living room, sitting next to him on the sofa. Abel was looking down, avoiding looking at her. She notices his tension and reaches out to touch his arm.

— "hey... Look at me..."

(name) says in a soft, sweet tone. Abel hesitates for a moment before looking at her, his eyes looking at her, you could see he looked agitated.

— "Tell me... Was work very stressful for you?"

(name) asks, her eyes never leaving his face. Abel lets out a sigh and nods, looking down at the ground again.

— "yeah... I had to endure over and over job interviews with so many candidates... There were so many and I was so agitated... They looked so serious and had a blank look in their eyes... Also I had to look for new angelic weapons for the new exorcists... I had to order several of them..."

He says in a frustrated tone, his hands clasped together as his fingers press together a little tighter, a sign of how nervous and overwhelmed he is. (name) looks at him with a soft and understanding look, I understand how stressful the day must have been. her hand moves down his arm to his hand, holding it

— "It must have been too much for you..."

(name) stops talking for a moment, before speaking again.

— "You know you don't have to do this, right?..."

— "Of course I do... Everyone is counting on me... I can't let them down now... I can't give up now..."

Abel says, turning to look at her, his brow slightly furrowed as he looked away. (name) reaches her other hand to Abel's face, cupping his cheek and turning his head to look at her.

— "I understand that you don't want to disappoint others... But if you don't want that... You can't force yourself to do it..."

Abel just lets out another sigh, burying his face in his hands.

— "I know I know... I just... I'm just tired... I'll be fine, I promise..."

He then takes his hands off his face and looks at her

— "I just need to recover..."

He says, trying to reassure her and convince her that everything was okay. (name) looks at him, seeing that Abel needed comfort more than anything. she suddenly pulls him into a hug, holding him close and stroking his back

— "ok... If that's what it takes..."

She says in a low, soft tone, making Abel feel a warmth in his chest. He hugs her back and buries his face in her shoulder, closing his eyes as he enjoys the feeling.

— "thank you... thank you very much... I needed this..."

he says, snuggling his face into the crook of her neck as he holds her close. They stay hugging like that until (name) has an idea and lies down on the couch, pulling him along. Abel lets out a soft cry of surprise, before relaxing and burying his face in her chest, letting out a soft sigh of relief. (name) begins to gently stroke his hair, humming sweetly.

— "Comfortable?"

she asked, earning a nod and a soft, muffled 'mhm' from Abel. an affectionate smile and continues to caress his hair, her fingers snaking through the strands, feeling the softness and smoothness. they sit in peaceful silence until Abel suddenly speaks

— "hey cinnamonpie"

he says quietly, earning a curious look from (name)

— "yeah?"

— "I love you..."

— "I love You too..."

Here it is! I'm sorry if it wasn't what you wanted. I really tried my best

I'm so happy to be the first to do an Abel x reader, I love him so much! I want to hug him and never let him go 💖

[jarinnards]

Just gonna throw out my thoughts on spoilers below the cut in reference to THAT Veilguard news today

I genuinely believe this is actually a good thing. Hot take, I know. But you know what? I don't think Bioware could ever satisfy the desires of every player. I would much rather have my headcanons for my Hero of Fereldan than to watch them appear in another game COMPLETELY different than how they were in DAO. And, I don't mean from how I headcanon them, I mean from the way they were literally portrayed in that game.

Take a look at Hawke. Not how I played them in DA2. Now look and the Inquisitor. Bioware is already forcing them to have a certain outlook that could be completely opposed to how they were played. Again, not how they were headcanoned, but literally portrayed in game. With the choices Bioware gave.

Do y'all genuinely think that "did you vow to save or stop Solas?" is gonna cover the NUMEROUS ways you could build a relationship with him in DAI? Those personal bits that you were given to rp and shape your character, those things that were literally IN THAT GAME, will be treated as if they didn't matter in order for the team to write your character how they think is most interesting. And it might just be me, but having your character the way you want them is one of the most important parts of these games, so watching them be taken and made to be something unrecognizable even from the choices you had them make in the game itself is... Unappealing to me.

Am I happy the reactivity from past games has been chopped down to three choices? No. Do I wish there was more? Yes. But if condensed reactivity to choices made in the other games means there can be more reactivity for the choices I make in this one? Fine. It is 100% a compromise, but it's a compromise I'm personally willing to make.

So yes, ultimately, I can work with this. Baldurs Gate 3 canonized a great deal from the first two games, and for the people that started with BG3, that means nothing. But for me? Someone who played the first two games that spent hours shaping the narrative of the game and building my character? Watching none of that matter as they parade around Abel fucking Adrian as the Bhaalspawn was the single most enraging thing I've experienced in a game. So Dragon Age not referencing stuff out of respect for my choices feels like a win, even if I wish there was more reactivity to old choices. I promise you all, this could be so, so much worse. I've literally seen it happen. Baldurs Gate was the original Dragon Age. I can tell you right now that if you were presented with the options of having Bioware not referencing your choices or a canon white male Cousland hero of Fereldan, you would take the former.

And this definitely is not intended to tell you you can't be upset about this or to act as a shield between you and a corporation. I'll take this because I genuinely do not trust Bioware to handle the Hero of Fereldan. But I got to have the alternative in bg3, and this may not be great, but oh my god it is so much better by comparison. After the way that game handled the Bhaalspawn, Jaheira, Viconia, and God forbid Sarevok... Yah. I'll take this any day. Seriously. Google any of those characters and look what Larian did to them in bg3. I will take this over that any day.

[sunnierthantheskies]

So I know that dating killmulator has no fandom on this app. But I don't really give a frick I'm gonna make one anyway.

Before I start writing let's clear up some stuff. The game is on itchio. The game has a discord. You should totally join if you like this game, if not, just scroll. (The link is on the itchio page!!). I didn't create any of this, and I understand I may contradict lore, but no one talks to me in that server so it's hard to get news. Anyway here we are.

Friends. You didn't have many in college. You'd rather just sit, drawing in your books and looking at the cloud. I mean sure, you did have Jose and Emily, but they weren't your real friends.

That was until you met three boys. Cain, Abel, and Florian. They were just normal guys at first. That was until you learned that two of them were killers and one was possibly a stalker.

That's how you ended up having to kill a police office couple, a slash on your arm, and were now on the run.

Yeah.....Not exactly how you thought this day was gonna go.

But lets get back into the action, shall we?

"Cain, what the fuck is going on?!" You screamed as you four loaded into the limo and took off.

"Pretty simple. You just brought yourself down to me and Abel's level. Congrats."

"Geez Cain lay off her." Abel said, shoving the brunette in his (possibly) broken ribs.

"Ok asshole." The brunette said, kicking into the blondes broken leg.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck you too!"

"Could you two refrain from this behavior? This conversation was about M/C might I remind you." The albino said, trying not to move his arm that currently had a bullet lodged in it.

"Florian, shut your fucking mouth."

"Abel, you need to correct these behaviors. Cursing is not ok."

"Bitch."

"Guys! Do you three not understand the severity of what just happened?! We're gonna go to jail at this rate!"

The three looked at each other, not knowing what exactly to say. A silence engulfed the room, before Florian finally decided to say something.

"So, anyone up for a game of Dario Party after this?"

"Florian you have a bullet in your arm."

"M/C, I was only trying to lighten the mood."

"Florian, YOU HAVE A BULLET IN YOUR ARM!"

"No need to yell."

You let out an exasperated sigh, holding your head in your hands. You knew they were just trying to downplay their injuries, but it wasn't exactly helpful considering the situation.

The silence returned, and eventually you pulled up at Cain and Abel's shared home. In good timing as well, considering Cain was taking asthmatic gasps.

As you 5 excited the car (including our goat Guis), Abel gave his attempt at a conversation.

"So, about the Dario Party,....."

"Abel, lets just focus on the fact that your unable to walk right now."

"Geez."

-Time skip because I'm lazy-

After a couple hours (and screams from an unexpected source), you all were bandaged and fixed up. The healing process was obviously not gonna take a day or two, but it was good to get a head start.

Currently, Cain and Abel were sitting on the couch, simply relaxing. Florian was resting at the foot of the couch, quiet snores escaping his mouth every so often. You were sitting at the edge up the couch, your knees curled to your chin.

"So, Dario Party?"

"...Fine."

PART TWO????

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I don’t know if the prompts can be asking for more in stories you’ve already started, but I would love to see more of the Hero of Shadow and Wild Link interacting, or more on Abel’s heart attack in the HC AU, or more interactions with Zelda and Link after they had to get married (Golden Mercy? The Imprisoning War? Not sure what that one’s called). … Or basically anything involving hurt/comfort or Hyrule, honestly. 😂

I love your writing so much, thank you for sharing it with us! < 3

Hyrule snapped his fingers in front of his friend. “Wild!”

Wild blinked, flinching and taking a step back. “S-sorry—”

“You good? Was that another—I thought the meds—”

“No,” Wild shook his head. “I—it was—sorry, I just—he—”

Wild continued to stammer, at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say? He hadn't spaced out, he'd honed in, his mind had snapped with clarity, screaming at him and wanting nothing more than to run towards the stretcher.

That man—he was—

And he was having a—

"I-I just... need to sit down for a bit," Wild finally said, walking out of the ED.

Wild had yet to fully explain everything that had happened in his past. Everyone knew he had gaps in his memory, that he'd sustained a head injury, that it made him have absence seizures, but the cause of it... the people he'd left behind because of the aftermath...

How could Wild possibly ever explain? He'd failed in his mission, and it had gotten his entire team killed. He could never face anyone from his past, let alone his—

Castle Town had promised a new life, a new beginning, especially as memories had tried to piece themselves back together and make him want to run and hide all the more. If he told everyone... then there was no more running from it.

Wild buried his face in his hands, resting on an empty stretcher in the basement. His mind screamed with anxiety as his past caught up to the present, and his heart screamed with worry over his father.

This was a nightmare.

XXX

Fable looked over her room one more time. Ambu bag? Check. Suction? Check. Defibrillator? Check. She had her maintenance IV fluid set up, the plasmolyte liter set up, the wires for the cardiac monitoring system ready to go, chest tube suction at the ready, and her little trays had all the syringes, saline flushes, blunt tips, alcohol swabs, caps, lab tubes, and everything else she could think of prepared.

She'd chart stalked the patient while he was in the OR, and she'd already gotten report from the nurse. Forty-year-old male (oh he's young, Fable thought, used to seeing far older patients) presented to the ED via EMS with chest pain and shortness of breath, STEMI confirmed with EKG, and he was sent to the cath lab. There they found multiple severe occlusions and opted for an open heart bypass surgery rather than using stents, and off to the OR he'd gone.

The surgery had gone fairly straightforward from what she could see - he'd been on bypass for about an hour, and the surgery itself had been going on for about four. He'd gotten about 500 of cell saver, 2L crystalloid, and 1 RBC, and he'd only been defibrillated once.

Just as she looked over the chart again, roll call was sent out to the unit, and she gathered her thoughts as she went to the room, awaiting the patient. He arrived a minute or so later, and the room quickly filled with Fable, the charge nurse, the tech, another nurse, the anesthesiologist, the attending surgeon, the fellow surgeon, the respiratory therapist, the ICU attending, and the nurse practitioner.

Everyone slipped into different roles and tasks fairly easily and quickly. Anesthesia handed off to the RT, who attached the ET tube to his ventilator, the tech worked on putting chest tubes to suction and getting outputs, Fable assessed her patient and looked at what drips they were on (2 of epi, 4 of levo, 0.02 of vaso, 1.5 of Dex, 1.2 of insulin), charge took the admission note while the surgeons gave report and Fable listened vaguely, her other nurse was attaching the safe set to the arterial line to collect blood for labs and an ABG, and the ICU providers listened to the report.

Vasoplegia, not too much bleeding but enough to merit product, chest tube output was a little high but not alarming, and he was cold at 35.8. Fable asked her tech to get a bear hugger, and x-ray arrived to check ET placement as the surgeons finished report. Fable stripped the chest tubes alongside the surgical fellow before they all stepped out for x-ray. ABG resulted pH 7.33, pO2 107, CO2 38, bicarb 24, and lactate 3.1. Fable opened the extra plasmolyte fluid bolus up to try and help with the lactate, which was likely indicative that the patient was dry.

The surgery team left, and Fable remained to stabilize the patient. She and her charge nurse worked on detangling the lines while the tech covered him in a warm blanket. His blood pressure was within parameters, with a mean arterial pressure greater than 65, though his systolics were in the 120s, which was right at his upper limit, so she tried weaning the levo a little, going to 3 to see what would happen, before continuing to detangle lines, get a blood sugar for the glucommander that was determining the insulin levels to give him, and obtaining cardiac output indeces. His cardiac index was 2.8, and his systemic vascular resistance indexed for his body weight was around 2600. Good CI, a little higher on the SVRI end. Perhaps she should wean the epi too, assuming his MAP tolerated it.

After about an hour, Fable felt a little less overwhelmed, and she called her charge nurse, who had left the room a good while ago alongside the rest of the team. "Have we heard anything about family?"

"He has a wife and daughter," she replied. "But they're a fair distance from here, out in Hateno. I think last we heard they were making arrangements to get here, but it wouldn't be until tomorrow morning."

Fable glanced at the clock. It was almost shift change, so night shift would have to be the ones to wake the man up, get a neuro assessment, and then hopefully extubate him.

Nodding, she went back to work. She wasn't going to wean sedation until he was warm enough, so all she had to focus on right now was stabilizing him. His labs came back and his hemoglobin was a little low, and his two mediastinal and one pleural chest tubes collectively put out about 280mL of blood. It was still a fairly high amount, mostly evenly distributed (the meds were bleeding more, but neither exceeded 100mL for the hour), but not enough to think there was an active bleed that needed surgical intervention. Not yet, at least.

Overall, he looked pretty decent.

After another hour, one blood product later, Fable finally felt like she was starting to get everything settled. Her patient's temperature was normalizing, but she was twenty minutes from shift change, so she figured it was safer to let him sleep through report and then night shift could try to figure out weaning and bathing. His lactic on his repeat ABG was improving at 2.4, so they were likely addressing all the problems.

When a transporter walked by, IV pumps in hand, she noticed him pause in front of her room. She walked over to him. "Hey. Can I help you?"

The transporter, a young man with long blonde hair tied out of his face, jumped, a little startled. "Uh, hi. Yeah. Sorry. I just..."

"What room are you looking for?" she asked helpfully. "I don't need extra channels."

"Uh, these are for 4301."

"You passed it, it's back that way."

"Right," the man nodded, looking back in the room. "Right."

Fable waited a moment, and then asked, "Can I help you with anything else?"

"Is he doing okay?" the man immediately asked.

Fable smiled. "Yeah, he's looking pretty good, I think."

"Can..." the transporter swallowed, shifting anxiously. "Can I talk to him?"

"He's pretty sedated right now," Fable answered cautiously. "Why do you want to talk to him?"

The transporter sighed in defeat. "I... he's my dad. I... haven't seen him in a long time."

His dad? Her charge nurse had said he had a daughter, not a son. Though... looking between her patient and the transporter in front of her, the family resemblance was striking.

Well, she hadn't heard of any visitor restrictions for him. "Yeah. You're not on his chart, though - can I get your name?"

The transporter sighed, putting the supplies he'd been carrying on the counter of the nurse's station. "I wouldn't be on it. My family thinks I'm dead. It's complicated."

He—uh... what?

"My name's Link," he answered her nonetheless before entering her patient's room.

Link? Huh. That was...

Wait a second.

"Hey, are you one of my brother's friends?" Fable asked as she followed him into the room.

"Your brother?"

"Link. Likes to call himself Legend to differentiate," she replied with an amused roll of her eyes.

Link gawked at her. "You're Legend's sister? He never even said he had a sister!"

"You two are alike," Fable huffed. "He doesn't particularly want a bunch of people to know he's related to me. But never mind that. Go talk to your dad."

Link stood there a moment, processing the words, before he exhaled shakily and nodded. Fable moved to the computer, working on catching up on charting to give him some privacy but also keep an eye on things. This patient's safety was her responsibility, after all.

Link seemed almost timid to approach the patient, even though he knew he was sedated. He slowly slid his hand into the older man's, shakily and quietly saying, "Hey, Papa. I... I, uh... I-I..."

Fable glanced out of the corner of her eye, seeing the young man getting tearful, and she tried to focus on her work once more.

"I missed you," Link whispered. "I'm s-sorry... about... about everything."

She heard a sniffle, and then the transporter moved quickly out of the room, offering her a brief but quick thanks before disappearing.

Fable turned towards the doorway, and then looked at her patient uncertainly. That was... odd.

Sighing, she walked up to the man, brushing hair out of his face. "Buddy, your family drama sounds almost as crazy as mine."

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Dark Horse-Fight or Flight

Chapter 6

PricexFem!reader

PriceXFem!reader

Reader is a single mother, working double shifts at a restaurant. Father of the child starts to become a problem while reader is at work and Price offers a solution. Slight age gap between reader around 25 and Price around 35. Will be around 3-5 Chapters once finished (Probably will be more about 6-8 chapters total now)

Sorry its been a bit for an update. Finally moving up in shifts and got to bid days is leaving me trying to find time to write. 7 months pregnant and tired all the time too isn't exactly helping.

This one might get a little dark (drowning/death/language), coming to wrap this one up. Might be two more chapters left.

John's activities went on for a few hours into the night. Starting in the living room and ending in the bedroom. Somehow, through all the activity, you awoke still on your schedule. The morning light beamed in golden rays next to the side of the bed. Yesterday was so extraordinary, but here it returned to normal routine once more.

John laid next to you, on his stomach arms folded underneath a pillow holding it close. His legs still strewn in with yours. Carefully pulling them out of the entangled snare, you slipped away quietly heading to the bathroom to get showered for work. Today, you would talk to Kate about transitioning to part time... for the first time in your life.

Part time...Only partly at work. More time at home. More time with Abel. More time with your husband.

The shower curtain being pulled back startled you, making jump dropping the bottle of soap on to the bottom of the shower.

"Ya' tellin' me ya wan' somethin'... or...," John's morning voice rumbled from his chest, making a slight innuendo as he bent down to pick up your soap. On the way back up he greeted you with raised eyebrows and a cheeky smile.

"Ha-ha," you announced sarcastically. "Forgive me, I don't have many that join me in the shower."

"Better start gettin' used to it, takin' any chance I get. Could of woke me, would of joined you sooner." He had taken your loofah and dumped soap on it, starting to wash you.

"You were sleeping."

"Want to take you on a honeymoon sometime, feels strange not doing something after were married. Untraditional." He said kissing the back of your wet head.

"No offense, I'm grateful but this whole thing was kind of untraditional."

"Do you regret it?"

Instantly you shook your head. "No," quickly escaped your mouth. The regret or hesitance better labeled left you sometime yesterday. This was no doubt now in your head the best choice. It's always been you and Abel. Part of you longed for someone else to fill that void... But Abel's father was never qualified to fill that position. John's over qualified.

Upon reward for your eager answer, John's hand slipped off the loofah and further down your body.

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John and Abel joined you at your morning shift for breakfast. Both sitting at the counter while you waited tables. John had already asked Abel if he wanted to join him and the others for a fishing trip for the weekend.

The young boy excited to partake with something in the outdoors. Abel's father had always wanted him to stay indoors with him and played video games, which was fine. But you had noticed that Abel's soul often craved more. He was a boy who had a hard time sitting still for long periods of time. Maybe this was the answer he needed. All very clearly over 6'0 ft and pure man and willing to teach.

If you'd of asked yourself a few days ago, never in a million years would of sent your son off with someone you had just got to know. However there was something about John that made you trust him. You would give him your soul... bound to your bone and blood.

It didn't take long for John's strays to find and join him. Taking a seat further extending your counter. It really was a sight to see, four very large, very built, very dangerous men... and there sat little Abel. It would of been worth a picture to you if you had time to take one.

"Wanna wish you an' the Captain a Congrats," the one you had learned as Gaz started off.

"Congrats indeed, he's lucky he fund ya firs', bonnie lass," "Soap" joined in. "Any o' us would of made you a wife jus' as quick."

Very quickly you dropped their plates in front of them, your cheeks burning red and walking away. It made laughter erupt from Soap, while John side eyed him carefully.

"Easy Mactavish, can't scare the help away." Ghost, the giant always in black said, giving a slight pop on the back of Soap's head.

"I don' mean nuthin' by it, just happy for the Cap' is all."

John's watchful eye dropped back to yours were he sighed.

"Sorry love, why I meant we don't feed the strays. They don't deserve it."

All of them groaned loudly at his words.

"We haven't even left yet, and you're already making him mad." Gaz said elbowing Soap.

Ghost had rolled his mask halfway up his face to eat his breakfast making Abel lean forward to look at him. John had told you enough that Ghost wears the mask to stay anonymous to people having "died" years ago.

"Abel..." your voice warned, trying to keep him from being rude. Ghost's eyes glanced down towards Abel, as if asking him what he wanted.

"Yes?" Ghost acknowledged him.

"What do you look like under there?" His quiet shy voice asked.

"An ugly mug," Soap answered long before anyone else could. Again the laughter echoed in the diner.

"Quite the loud bunch," Kate said brushing past you grabbing a coffee pot.

"Won' be here long, Kate." John said trying to curb her building anxiety.

"Would like to talk to you later today." Your courage finally building having a second to talk to her.

"Not quitting on me are you?" Blunt. Straight to the point. Kate was never one for beating around the bush.

"No... not exactly."

"After the rush. We'll sit down take break and you can tell me what's going on."

***********************************

Little arms wrapped around our waist, Abel buried his face in your abdomen.

"Love you, mom."

Stroking his hair back you leaned down, inhaling his hair.

"Always love you more."

Just like that he ripped himself from you, running to the vehicle they had all packed to go on their little "trip". Sure, Abel spent weekends away from you with his dad before... but this felt different. You wanted to bond as a family, but it was important that Abel and John bond together as well.

"Gonna be alright, love?" John asked arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling him into you.

"Yeah..." you muttered into his shoulder, laying your head against it.

"Just one night, we will be back tomorrow before noon."

It was like he knew you through and through. Like he was looking past glass and could see what was making you tick.

"Just one night." You mirrored back at him, trying to convince yourself.

"Wouldn' even worry about it, if I hadn't of promised the others when we got back."

"You need your time too, John."

"And so do you, relax at home for once." He said rubbing your arms and kissing your forehead before tilting your head up and planting a gentle kiss on you.

"Besides, had you busy enough for the past couple of days, you could use the break." The same smirky smile and attitude from your shower together returning. It made you pat his chest lightly with a little slap, your way of telling him to get going. It made him chuckle, the rumble you have come to love echo from him.

You waved goodbye to all of them, Abel's hand slipping out the window at to you. They disappeared turning a corner to go out of town, and there you stood all on your own.

Going back inside, there sat Kate, two pieces of pie and two cups of coffee. The sugar and caffeine trick to get you ready to the next "rush" as she calls them.

"Probably shouldn't let you have coffee, knowing you could be pregnant." She teased, making you roll your eyes.

"Haven't I been picked on enough today?" Referring to the earlier banter.

"Come on, sit down and tell me what's going on." She said still laughing quietly, patting the seat next to her.

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The walk home was quiet, peaceful. Kate had taken the information well, telling you she had started to expect it and was honestly happy for you. This whole feeling was alien to you, spending most of your life struggling for the things you had or being in fight and flight mode.

Tonight, the first night you had to yourself in ages. The possibilities were endless, but still it seemed your heart wanted one thing. To be with Abel. He needs this you reminded yourself. You needed this too.

Stopping at the store on your way home, buying a bottle of wine to pair with your burger and fries you had brought home for dinner. You glanced at it while pulling it out of the brown bag the store had hidden in it. Still trying to be a responsible adult, working on your daily chores, you then ran a bath and ate your supper.

Glass of wine in one hand, you slipped into the bath, resting the bottle next to you on the table. near by. The water was hot, scalding your skin, but it felt so nice to be engulfed by it all while you soaked. Propping your legs up on the tub, toes out of the water, you sent John a picture. Trying to communicate without being over bearing, missing them both still.

"You just send my kid out with random people?" A voice asked coming from the open bathroom door making you jump and look over.

There stood your ex... impending doom in the doorway.

"What are you doing here??" You asked sitting up, fear rising within.

He bolted to you, one hand at your neck pushing you under. The water was even hotter inside your body. Quickly filling your lungs, air leaving your cells.

You tried to scream, instead it left your body in large ripples floating to the top were they popped. Useless, it was futile. The feeling of fight or flight returning once more... and you couldn't leave. You have to fight.

Wrapping a hand around his arm, you grabbed and squeeze digging trying hard to push him back.

There was recoil as he brought you back up from the water.

"Fuckin' dumb bitch!"

Heavy large waves of water pouring off of you and back into the tub made it hard to hear, but he was close and loud enough you could make out every syllable and vowel. Rage and hatred dripping off his words.

"You know what I'm gonna do?" He dangerously asked. The tone matter of fact. Finally striking you as rhetorical. He wasn't worried about what he was going to do, as much as he was making you pay.

"I'm going to hold you underwater, let them think you drown. I'm going to clean up the water, refill the tub. You're already drinking, making this easy for me." he said gesturing to the broken wine glass on the floor. "You'll be dead and look like a drunk. I'll have Abel full custody then. What a terrible mother," mockingly.

There he forced you back into the water and down to the bottom.

"No!" You shrieked trying to resist, still unable to.

The battle started all over again... The blazing feeling of the water. Who knew water could burn? Your tongue was heavy in your mouth, the urge to get up leaving you.

Splashes and splashes of your spent oxygen rising to the top, towards your attacker. Your last gift to him.

Fight or flight.

War. This means war and death and you were picking yourself, tired of bowing to this man.

Your hand reached up pulling up on the tub, reaching, passing, bucking. Finally finding the bottle you gripped it, swinging as hard as you could. It smacked him, making him let go. Breaking, wine mixing with the matter on the floor, blood soon following. A large gash was on the side of his head, but he was still conscious. His hands reaching for you again, making you strike him once more. More of the bottle breaking, shards flying out and into his flesh.

Down he went, body lying on the floor. His face was hacked, skin and muscle torn down from his head to neck and into his shoulder.

It looked like an animal was let lose, like a bear had mauled him. The bathroom an entire wreck. Eyes wide as you glanced up in the mirror. Your skin red from where he had a grip of you.

Where was your phone?? You needed to call. You needed to call him now.

Finally you found it near the tub on the floor, covered in water. Reaching for it you tried to wipe the excess off... praying and hoping it worked. By the grace of gods, it somehow lit up. A new text message from John blessed the screen.

Looks nice love. Meaning the picture you had sent before the attack took place. Oh, how ironic.

Using it as a shortcut, you called him. Instantly he knew from how you were breathing something had happened.

"Love?? What's wrong?"

"He broke in." A sob, loud breaking your words after.

"He still there?" Hastily asked.

"Yes... but."

"But what dear?"

"I...he's..Hes dead!" you wept.

"I'm comin'."

"No, Abel will know somethings wrong." It was short and choppy. Relayed in away that you hoped he understood. You didn't want Abel to see this. You didn't want him to know you had killed his father.

John was quiet for a moment trying to come up with a solution.

"I'm sending, Simon." His next trusted, next in lead to come help you.

There, John listened to you cry, trying to motivate you to get dressed before Simon got there.

Finally, you had enough nerve to get out, finding simple clothes. A T-shirt of Johns on and a pair of shorts. Huffing the material of his trying to find peace and the ability to stay sane...A knock at the door breaking your temporary peace, bringing you back to your bloody reality.

Carefully you opened your door a crack, brown eyes behind smudged eye black and mask waiting for you.

"You ok?" he asked waiting for you to open the door fully.

Breaking the threshold, you pushed the door open for him. Simon stepped full foot in, scanning his eyes over you looking for injuries before turning the way you were pointing.

You followed him, but him stopping in the living room made you confused. Looking around there you saw curtains billowing. Simon approached it pulling them back looking through the window, the screen down on the ground.

Your ex had popped it off and crawled through...

"How he got in without you knowin'," Simon said dropping the curtains heading back towards the bathroom.

"Steamin' Jesus," His voice quiet. Harsh whisper as he looked at the literal blood bath in front of him.

"Put up quite the fight didn' ya'?" He asked looking over his shoulder sympathy in his voice.

"I tried."

Simon grabbed a towel placing it over the mixture of blood, wine, water and glass, sliding it away. Pushing his way through the debris to get to him.

Both of you jumped and startled as your ex groaned on the floor.

"Did you make sure he was dead?" Simon asked, almost like he was shocked that you hadn't.

"No!" fear settling back in to your bones.

Simon dropped a foot on his chest, a loud groan leaving him. Clearly very much still alive.

"Go back out an' shut the door." His voice low, matching what you were sure the one he used in a warzone.

"GO." he said louder and firmer. You watched as your ex's hands reached around his leg attempting to push him off. Simon replied with a harder press making him cry out... This you realized was Ghost.

"Gonna finish what she started, and end this problem once an' for all." Ghost's growled reaching down, your ex screaming. The fear he must feel seeing death stand before and on him... His last gift to you.

Just as soon as it had started, it stopped. You dare not ask Simon how he ended it... but part of you relieved it would never happen again... this would never happen again.

The door finally opened where he dried his hands off.

"Next time, sweethear'. Make sure they are dead."

Next time? you wanted to say. Next time?

Like this was so easy for him, like they all did it for a liviung

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Becoming Comtesse Ch. 46

A/N: I'd like to give a shout out to @chirp-a-chirp for helping me with working out where this is going! Thank you for chatting with me and helping me figure it out!

Chapter 46

The next day I found myself out and about in town, searching for the most perfect gift. Being a married woman, I no longer required a chaperone and could easily go out on my own. Though Abel did warn me it was best to be back before nightfall. 

Though I was working on writing something for him, I couldn’t help but to want to find a gift for him as well. I also wanted to take my journal with me should I think of anything while I was out. Plus part of my plan today was to visit places Abel and I had gone together.

I spent several hours browsing shops, searching for something that reminded me of my husband. When I still found nothing, I decided to take a break in the cafe, the first one we had gone to on my second day here.

I had just sat down to sip at some tea while I waited for my confections to be brought out when a voice called out to me. “Ah, Comtesse, I am surprised to see you here. Is good Comte not with you?”

I looked up to see Shakespeare approaching me. I couldn’t help but to feel a little excited at seeing the famous play write once again. “Oh…” Suddenly I wasn’t sure what to call him. It’s not like I could say Shakespeare. That would give away everyone’s secret.

He smiled at me. “Will.”

I nodded. RIght, this is what Abel called him. “Will, no he’s not with me. I’m trying to find the perfect birthday present for him.”

“Might I join you then, Comtesse?”

I nodded. “Yes, please.”

A server came over and brought another cup of tea for Shakespeare before disappearing in the back to get more confections to go with our tea.

“It seems my news of le Comte’s birthday the other night has you rather worked up. My apologies for causing distress.” He observed as he sipped his tea.

“It is not distress.” I replied. “I just really want to get him something special. Dazai gave me a suggestion that I’m working on, but I still want to do more. I want to find something to go with it.”

“It’s hard to shop for a man who has everything.” Shakespeare replied.

I nodded. “Indeed.”

“What is it Dazai suggested?”

“Writing down my feelings.” I answered. I gestured to my journal which sat on the table. “I wasn’t sure at first if I should write in the form of a poem or a love letter…but with as much as I have to say, I’m leaning towards the latter. Dazai suggested that there would be nothing to make him happier than my words of love preserved.” I felt my cheeks reddening as I explained.

“I believe le Comte will very much love that.” He replied. “But you still want to find another gift as well?”

I nodded. “Yes I feel as though words, no matter how pretty or well written just aren’t enough. The love and gratitude I feel…it’s hard to convey it all. Not to mention how much he spoils me.”

Shakespeare nodded along as I spoke. “I see. I am curious, I know what made le Comte fall in love with you, but what exactly made you fall in love with him? I only ask as I may be able to help you come up with a gift.”

“Oh…so many things.” I answered. “You know of that night, thirteen years ago?”

Shakespeare nodded. “Yes, I was still at the mansion at the time. Le Comte told me of it when he returned.”

“Well, I…I know it may sound silly from my end, but I think I became enthralled then. Though I convinced myself for the longest time that it was all a dream.” I explained. “But… well it’s a bit of a long story.”

“I have time.”

I nodded and then told Shakespeare about my father’s death. The way my brother had treated me and about my time of practically being declared an old maid before Abel’s proposal arrived. And about everything that had happened since I arrived in Paris.

“I see. Tis truly a fascinating tale.” He said when I had finished. “A tale of tragedy and true love.”

“So you can see why I want to find something special.”

Shakespeare nodded. “Indeed.”

“There is one idea I’ve had, but I’m not sure about it…or where I would even find something.”

“Pray tell, what is it, Madame?”

“Well, I know he has all of those time pieces. If I could find something…”

“I know the perfect shop.” Shakespeare replied. “Shall I accompany you?”

“You would?” I asked.

Shakespeare nodded. “Yes.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

We finished our tea and sweets and then left the cafe. Shakespeare escorted me to a clock and watchmaker in town. There were so many time pieces of varying styles. I browsed the clocks and watches and soon came across the perfect one.

“Oh…this… this is perfect.” I said, as I gazed at the item I had come across. Though I couldn’t help but to feel like it needed something.

“That is a fine piece.” Shakespeare observed. “And very well suited to le Comte’s tastes.”

I nodded. “Yes…it just needs a little something.”

“I can engrave something upon it, if you wish Madame.” The craftsman said. 

“Yes, that…oh but what should it say?” I thought for a moment before I came up with my answer. Telling the craftsman exactly what words I wanted etched into the gold forever.

He smiled. “I can fit that on there perfectly. I can have it ready to be delivered in time.”

“Thank you.” I then turned to Shakespeare. “And thank you for bringing me here. This really was the perfect place to come.”

Shakespeare gave me a smile. “It gladdens my heart to know I was able to be of help, Comtesse. Allow me to escort you to your carriage as the hour will soon be growing late.”

I looked outside and saw that the sun would be setting soon. I nodded. “Thank you, I appreciate all of your help.”

Shakespeare saw me to my carriage and then we said our farewells. I was happy as I made my way home. Excited to have found exactly what I had been looking for. Abel was just coming out of the front door when the carriage pulled up to the front of the mansion.

He quickly made his way down the steps and opened the door for me. “I am glad to see you are home safe, mon amour.” He said, offering me his hand.

I smiled as I placed my hand in his. “Were you just getting ready to head out?”

“Only to come fetch you before it got too late.” He answered as he helped me out of the carriage.

I smiled at his thoughtfulness. “I’m sorry to have worried you.”

He pulled me into his arms as soon as I was fully out of the carriage. “You’ve nothing to apologize for, Colette.” He assured me, kissing the top of my head. “I’m just glad you’re home safe.”

I smiled as I hugged him back, nestling into the warmth of his embrace. “Not only am I home safe, but I had a successful trip.” I replied.

Abel pulled back and smiled at me. “Oh really?”

I nodded. “I finally found the perfect gift. I can’t wait to give it to you…probably a good thing it’s not quite ready yet or else I’d be tempted to give it to you now.”

Abel chuckled and kissed me on the forehead. He looked at me with a genuinely warm smile of affection. He lifted a hand to caress my cheek. “You’re so adorable, mon amour. I was already looking forward to my birthday simply because I get to spend it with you.”

I felt my cheeks flushing, but a smile coming to my face none the less. “And I’ll make sure you look forward to all of your birthdays.”

He pulled me close and kissed me on the lips. “I shall be with you by my side.” He told me. “Now let’s get you inside. It’s starting to get chilly out here.”

I smiled as we headed inside, Abel keeping his arm around me. Sebastian had dinner ready and we joined the other residents for dinner. Well, those who weren’t out doing other things.

Shakespeare…

Shakespeare found himself outside the imposing church once again. Drawn in by a force he couldn’t deny. Commands he couldn’t disobey even as his heart began to weigh heavy. No matter what his conscience said, he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t stay away.

He took a deep breath and opened the doors. Walking inside the moonlit chapel once again. A beautiful sight of the holy place, which felt anything but holy. Vlad stood at the altar once again, waiting for him, dressed in his cloak which blended in with the black of night.

“What news do you bring me, Will?” Vlad asked. “I observed you out and about with the Comtesse today.”

Shakespeare sighed before beginning to tell Vlad everything Colette had told him.

“Hmm, very fascinating.” Vlad said. “So, Comte really did finally choose something for himself…though it seems he still can’t fully commit. I wonder…”

“Lord Vlad, whatever you plan…please leave the Comtesse out of it?” Shakespeare spoke up. 

Vlad turned to Shakespeare, an astonished look on his face. “You think I mean to harm her? To break the heart of my oldest and dearest friend?”

“I…I don’t presume to know what you are planning.” Shakespeare replied. “I…”

“Don’t worry, I intend no harm.” Vlad replied. “Actually, I want to help them…and I think it will provide a most excellent plot twist for your next play as well as help my old friend see things properly.”

“Lord Vlad…”

“Thank you, Will. You have provided me with the most excellent of information. I know just what to do now.” He then turned to Shakespeare. “Sleep. Sleep on the edge of dreams.”

Forgive me for what I have done. Was Shakespeare’s last conscious thought before succumbing to Vlad’s power.

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recently played Before the Incident by @remnant-verse-if and just could NOT get it out of my head so i doodled some things!!! Press for better quality idk why tumblr does this to me.

ITS SOOOO GOOD ITS JUST MY TYPE OF STORY!!!! I PLAYED THROUGH IT IN A COUPLE HOURS!!!!! Apollo/Anna my love </3333 Come back to me/my oc </33333

Usually with my OC Amber, I pretty much always go for some (childhood) friends to lovers, so hm. prologue was a shocker. like wtf. okay. well. huh. hm.

Glad A haunts the narrative though!!! Getting flashbacks and dreams where they could’ve been happy. Delish. Feasting. I have quite the many thoughts about this IF, espc w/ Amber’s relationships with the cast. The closest person Amber has gotten with so far is Abel, probably because he really is basically in a similar boat as them. And also I derive much joy from Amber obliviously getting Abel to feel things tm by being an empathetic and generally kind person. LOVE their banter too. Don’t quite know how to draw his hair but I’ll get there. Maybe.

I also really like Syo because he’s hilarious, but with Amber’s personality and circumstances, I feel like it’s hard to get closer to him than just general lighthearted friendship and trust as teammates (mostly bc i keep choosing for amber to spend time w abel when there’s a choice), so I’m planning on doing another run with another OC to pick out what he’s hiding. i wanna study him under a microscope hehehehehe….

i don’t have much to say about Tenth but all I know is Mayor Okli needs to get in line bc I was smitten with her FIRST. all my ocs need to get in line after me, too. she’s rlly straightforward which i adore and i WILL be doing a run just for her <3

ALSO!!! i went with the wanderer duel first because I thought it was best fit for Amber’s route, but I did go back and tried the anguish duel for funsies and DAMNNNNN. OKAY…….. OKAY WELL…….. i was genuinely considering changing Amber’s canon route to that one because while the wanderer duel has a REALLY cool Amber and also Apollo flashbacks and the Amber Abel friendship solidification thing….. the anguish duel has, well, the anguish. the angst. and it was so good i’ve GOT to try and get the route where mc tries to use the knife too.

Anyways that’s it for my rambling (even tho i do have thoughts on the AA route and Ib [that mf.], but it’s more incoherent and generally just gripping my hair and pointing at the screen so i cannot write it)!! Extra doodles of scenes I rlly liked!! Not all of them because my motivation…. but yeah!!! might make more art of the diff duels soon because i liked both of the ones i played (for completely different reasons, but nonetheless they were both REALLYYY good).

can’t wait to see more of it!!!

[heyftinally]

Swift is a Quanity Artist not a Quality Artist. She has high sales because of the Quanity of her albums not because of the Quality. Her fans are not ready for that conversation.

She has one song!! doing 2Billion streams on Spotify and she got that just recently. For a modern Artist who is active, it's a pathetic achievement. Abel's highest is 4Billion and there are other artists who got songs with higher streams.

Her fans constant comparsions with MJ make no sense, their output is completely different. Mj became a high selling artist with a relative small discography but big albums. Taylor Swifts output - when it comes to releasing albums- is more similar to Elvis or you would say (Prince) and I'm only talking about sales not talent ofc.

Her behaviour with her fame on top of that is completely different aswell. MJ was careful of not being overexposed during the heyday of the Thriller era. Apparently he even demanded only to be shown a few seconds during the Pepsi commercial in 84'. Barely gave any interviews, no tour ( Thriller), the album just sold on hid own. While Taylor Swift unintentionally or not, forces herself down on people. Her art itself cannot survive on it's own if she didn't do that heavy promo. The heavy Promotion also on Tiktok where, when you even watched a random video; her face would pop out in a small circle. This one of the worst thing she could have done to annoy the gp even more.

Many people who were once neutral about probably began to hate her, simply because of that. It's annoying. And it's also quite pathetic to have your new album play in over 800 radio stations! I mean, how insecure are you about your own art? Good music does not need that heavy Promotion.

It's the ignoring Celine Dion at the Grammys, annoucing an album at the Grammys. It is evident that they tried to make this moment a Taylor Swift moment in history of the Grammys, similar to MJ's back then. But it just ended up being embarrassing and awkward. Her putting her Grammy on boygenius' head. I couldn't even watch this, due to the second-hand embarrassment. She carefully forces everywhere to be always in the center of attention. And she does make it in a way where it seems like it is not her fault, so people getting mad shouldn't be blaming her. But that she supposedly has no say how her public persona is perceived is just laughable. She may cannot control the paparazzis and some articles they write. But she knows how to get attention.

And then this:

https://x.com/PopBase/status/1791100169347375609

Her fans are mad at this because it is a Coleen Hoover book and they feel that Swift deserves better than this. I quite honestly don't understand what they mean with better. But for my understanding Taylor owns her songs post Reputation, right? So she had to give her ok using one of her songs in this Film.

I also, unpopular opinion as an already huge artist find it cringe to have a song as a movie soundtrack. Like you are already popular enough. Give it a rest sometime.

She oversaturates the market just to always be on everyone's radar in the most obnoxious way. It's not just that her music is on 800 stations, it's that on any one station they'll play four of her songs for every one of anyone else! When I can hear the SAME Taylor Swift song 4+ times in >4 hours, that's excessive.

But she truly doesn't care, as long as she's the center of attention at all times to feed her ego. Just like when she snubbed Celine Deon. But she paints every and any criticism as an attack/"misogyny" (she wouldn't know the definition if it slapped her smug smirk off her face), and just further feeds her victim complex.

And, for the record, she does control the paparazzi, in a way. There's been reports of her staging outings with friends and having her team call the paps to get shots of her and her entourage. With Taylor always in the middle like Regina George, interestingly.

That said, Taylor doesn't deserve anything "better" than a Colleen Hoover movie adaptation oh please no someone say sike. Taylor can't write good music - might as well pair it with a trash book lol.

Depending on the artist, I think including them in a movie soundtrack can work. Bowling For Soup was in a fair amount of Phineas & Ferb. Hilary Duff had a thriving music career when she was in The Lizzie McGuire Movie and A Cinderella Story, and her music was in both. Same for Selina Gomez in Another Cinderella Story, and Aly Michalka in Phil of the Future on Disney Channel. In all of the above cases the singers had established careers in music, but their music still added something to the media they were in.

Now, that said, I don't think Taylor Swift's music will do the same. I already saw that back in Valentines Day, and her song "Today Was A Fairytale" felt excessively cheesy, childish, and almost Disney-ish for what was supposed to be an older teen/adult movie. And given how stagnant her "growth" as an artist has been since then, I can't see her current music having much benefit for *any* movie.

And yes, she has final say in what movies get her songs at this point, so she signed off on this somewhere. So if/when she cries and/or bitches and bashes the movie for whatever petty reason she decides to fabricate, I want everyone to remember that 1) I called it 2) she HAD to have given permission for her music to be included. *I* have to pay royalties just to use music for a group of 8 year olds to compete at a dance competition - Taylor Swift was ABSOLUTELY compensated after signing an agreement somewhere.

[imgonnapissmyselfomg]

Hi I'm just rambling about TADC because I just think this could be so interesting and just sjegsuegwjsvehev

Here's generally what I talk about in this post in order:

Cain and Abel

Kaufmo and Pomni

Kinger and the "insect collection"

I'm might be reaching super hard but I'm gonna talk about the possible "Abel" brought up in this video

While the theory that the Abel could've been the first abstracted is an interesting idea, I believe it's Bubble.

Someone in the comments mentioned how Caine repeatedly kills them throughout the episode, which could be a nod to the original story of Cain and Abel from the Bible. They're always together (bubble straight up comes out Caine's hat in the intro and is with him while the general chaos of the pilot is going on). The line about Caine calling Bubble a parasite could have a deeper meaning considering they always come back no matter how many times Caine pops them and literally always being with him (this feels like a crazy stretch but I don't have enough solid evidence to really explain my thought process on this one lol)

There's a few things to support the biblical theories for this show shown in this persons videos on TADC that you should definitely watch cause they're really good.

Additionally there's no way Kaufmo abstracting as soon as Pomni shows up is a coincidence. It's a circus and they need a clown! Or we could say jester if we're looking at the theory of a royal court (it's related to the religion things) which I've only seen a bit about.

KINGERS LINE ABOUT THE "insect collection" HAS BEEN ITCHING MY BRAIN FOR SO LONG SO I JUST HAVE TO GET IT OUT MY SYSTEM

He's gotta be a bug tester for the game!! His mind is obviously not all there but he's been there the longest (in this batch of humans) and knows a bunch about the digital world.

"insect collection" could be the brokenish memory of what he was sent into the digital world to do: find bugs in the game and document/COLLECT THEM!!

I like just woke up a few hours ago and it's 6:19am now so I'm not exactly the most coherent with my writing but I hope my brain vomit smoothie got my point across just a lil bit

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

👫 but any verse of your picking ... and for robibi and abel

✧ ━━ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃 "👫" 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒

𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙸𝙽 𝙰. 𝙱𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙰𝙸𝚁𝙴 ; 𝙰𝚁𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙴 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

A FIENDISH FEAST ━ We briefly discussed this, but I do think that Evelynn would continue to stalk around Robin even throughout the events of Arcane, simply because he exists in such a state of mental destruction that its an easy meal for her. Robin's relationships don't magically fix his issues, and he has so many issues with relying on others that he wouldnt want them to, and he continues to suffer throughout the series because of, not only, the universe's cold indifference towards him; but his own self induced misery. I think Eve is well aware that Robin will never heal on his own, and he would rather die alone than willingly let someone in and help him.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO BE A HUMAN? ━ Jumping off of 1 because the idea has consumed me, we've always talked about how Evelynn discovers like ... the beginning of empathy/affection towards humans through Robin, and I still think that stands - however I think it gains even more traction in this verse since they spend even more time together now that Abel doesn't exist ( at least not in the same capacity ). I think Eve is going to learn a lot more about the human experience from Robin in terms of love, joy, grief, a bunch of the things she couldn't before due to their brief window together. Whether this speeds up her own growth, or makes her even more wary of people well ...

WORLD'S 1st AKALYNN SHIPPER? ━ Considering Robin's research material and Arcane going in whatever direction in the future, depending on how the timelines overlap I think it could be really fun if Robin brought Eve with him to Ionia, probably to study Flora but also please stop eating Zaunites. He'd see her and @kalijhomentethi getting cozy by the fire and be like "wow" but also 100% support it, wah I don't know its cute within all the pain.

WHERE ARE YOU? HOW COULD I MISS YOU? ━ I am a firm believer that the cup of life can be filled in various different ways, and I know that Robin grew attached to Evelynn's persistent stalkings. Whether it was knowing he still had a use to someone, or actually having someone to talk to and -- ok actually fuck it!! I was debating putting this because it is gross but I think its important! Robin hates himself. I don't think its a shock to anyone, and he is not mentally well at all when he bonds with Eve. There is a part of me that believes he would enjoy their bond partially ( at least at first ) because he has something worse to compare himself too. I think this would obviously shift over time, but in the beginning it would be such an easy thing for his damaged little brain to latch to; until he realizes he cares for her genuinely, and she for him. He'd feel awful about it later, naturally - because deep down there is love there. I briefly planned out what Robin experiences in the Hexgate Hell™ too, and shockingly, I know Eve was not present in any of them ... And yet, when he came back; oh - how he had missed her.

𝙰𝙱𝙴𝙻 ; 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴

BFFLS - BEST FRENEMIES FOR LIFE ━ Ok now I can write about funny things. I genuinely believe Abel and Eve have this super complex camaraderie where they have this super big like ... man I don't even wanna say dislike?? They feel like the friends who shit on eachother 24/7 to the point where its concerning but as soon as you mention your concerns to them they'd scoff and laugh at you and call you stupid or something. Abel will tolerate a lot of Eve's shit and vice versa - def shit that they wouldn't from other people. Yet despite all of their constant bickering I do think they'd show up for the other in an hour of need. And then hold it over them for the rest of existence.

WEEKLY MEETINGS AKA. FAMILY DINNER ━ This is one of the most stupid, BEST ideas we've ever had Han it kills me everytime I think about it. Abel and Eve care about Robin a lot ( even if Abel doesnt really "get" it ), and the whole weekly family dinner thing is actually so sweet considering Robin had left his familial situation. They really do co-parent him together haha. But that being said, I think its like ... Thursday nights? Yeah. I have a running gag that Abel and Eve also do the "No no. I'm paying" "Well fuck you I've already called the restaurant" "well I CANCELLED YOUR CREDIT CARD" sort of thing that my old man likes to do. I think occasionally other people get invited, friends, lovers, maybe even sometimes work collegues if they're super pressed for time. Locations and level of fanciness changes weekly, but the food is always delicious because I know Abel scopes these places out.

TELEPATHY, ENGAGED. ━ These two are so old. SO OLD. They can 100% read eachother's emotions just by looking at eachother, like Abel doesn't even have a face 99% of the time but Eve can tell when he's like are you hearing this shit? I know Abel has actual telepathy to some extent and it is also very funny in my head to imagine them in this long ass meeting, both wanting to die, and Abel just whispers "You're making a face you know. Mr Neeks has already noiced." in her brain and she just kicks his foot and he just :) But yes I believe they can read eachother pretty well

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT ━ I like to think they spar occasionally to keep their skills up, and because they're both very primal creatures, makes sense that the best way for them to process difficult emotions through physical violence. It gives a safe outlet and plus I'm sure it's fun. They're pretty equal in power too, so it would be a WHILE.

[captainfairygodmother]

FFWF :D

Where do you get inspiration for your fics?

Okay now THIS is an interesting question

I may have to sit cross legged on a chair for this (don't ask, it's my "I'm going to explain something to you without a pause and also be partially talking to myself for the next ten minutes" way of sitting). But I'll try to keep it brief lol

Now, a lot of the time, fic ideas just hit me like some sort of divine, prophetic vision. I see two (or more) characters and go "Hmmmm, what if". A good example of this is my planned Merlin-Torchwood Crossover AU where Ianto falls through the Rift and ends up in Camelot (shenanigans follow)

However, another huge source of inspiration is REALLY SHITTY AND/OR EMOTIONAL ENDINGS. YES COE DAY FOUR I AM LOOKING AT YOU! I mean obviously there is Time Will Change You which I uh... Need to continue. And some other fix it fics that live in my head rather than through plans, or things that I can't yet reveal

And theeeeen I have ideas that form when I'm reading other fics. I read an Owen and Ianto as brothers fic once and it was NOT to my liking (I don't even bloody know what happened in that but it got dark in an off topic so quickly), so I decided "Oh I love this concept of Owen and Ianto being brothers so I'm going to write my own seeing as Ao3 is giving me like nothing"... And then I started planning Bad In Your Blood lmao (this is also going to be a fix it obviously)

My Torchwood Fan Week prompts were very much a "What can I write in like two hours that's a bit different from everything else?" Then I just rolled with it 90% of the time. Except for Someone I Have Loved But Never Known. I had that planned RIGHT from the start because it's sort of like a prologue to Let It Fade Away (I love Mica and the Nth Doctor so much it's unhealthy I need to get writing 1. Ferry of the Forgotten)

Finally, I suppose the biggest inspiration (particularly for titles) is music. ESPECIALLY songs by The Crane Wives. Actually I may be about to infodump on the titles so uhhh buckle in I guess:

BAD IN YOUR BLOOD

So you got bad in your blood,

Brother you're one of us

From the song Caleb Trask (by The Crane Wives). Somewhat based on the character Caleb Trask from the novel East of Eden, who mirrored the biblical brothers Cain and Abel. Fun fact, BIYB was very close to being called "Daughters of Sinners, Sons of Saints" but I felt that Bad In Your Blood fit better. This may or may not be foreshadowing

TIME WILL CHANGE YOU

Leave your love in a grave

If it won't grow then let it stay behind

Time will change you

You'll leave behind what doesn't move

Time will change you

We all outgrow our roots

One of my favourite songs from Beyond Beyond Beyond by The Crane Wives. Title of the song is the same as the fic. I see this as such a Torchwood song for obvious reasons. What more could I want as a title for a CoE fix it where Ianto is saved and becomes a Companion? This one wasn't as much inspiration as a fitting title to be fair

Let It Fade Away

...Can't really give lyrics to this one. The chorus is just 'I try to let it fade away' repeated over and over.

From Ancient History by (you guessed it!) The Crane Wives. This is for my Companion!Mica fic. And oh my god when I realised how well this fits... Genuinely so good. Some subtle foreshadowing in the other lyrics. But has inspired a couple individual scenes in the chapters/episodes, ESPECIALLY Ancestree

As the Ashes Fell Like Stars

So she went to him in the fateful dark

As the ashes fell like stars,

And her tears were birds

And they travelled far

And nested in his heart

From one of my favourite musicals (Aristos). The song is Cleopatra. Honestly more people need to know about Cleopatra because bloody hell it's one of the most beautiful things to ever bless my ears. So is the whole musical but like ESPECIALLY Cleopatra

Anyway, I've not thought about this fic in a good while but can remember some of it. If I recall correctly, the title was a foreshadow for what would happen at the end of the fic (I had planned sequels lol it was a three parter), but it was also used to mirror angel Crowley (think I had him as Raphael) and someone he was close to (I forgot his name but big demon guy but he was still an angel at this point)

I think my reasoning for it is that in Aristos, it's Patroclus singing about Phoenix telling the Greeks about Meleager and Cleopatra Halcyon (may be incorrect spellings but oh well), and Phoenix uses this to sort of convey to Patroclus how he should be begging Achilles to fight, just as Cleopatra did for Meleager (also like side note: "When you rearrange the syllables, the name she bares is mine" is SUCH a good lyric omg)

Anyway, my point of using this was: Raphael and this demon guy (I think it was like Asmodeus or something idk) were the Cleopatra and Meleager type, while Crowley and Aziraphale would become Achilles and Patroclus. Some sort of fate thing I don't know

But it also inspired the use of a shit load of Greek Mythology references (it's my interest lol I've loved it since I was like 7) and each character had a specific type of myth/mythological figure and it was great, I love using Greek Mythology metaphors

Anyway my point is, go listen to Aristos the Musical

TORCHWOOD FAN WEEK RAPID FIRE

It's the Fear, Not the Ghosts (That Leaves Me Haunted) From 'Not the Ghost' by The Crane Wives, just thought oooo ghosts really lol

Making Liars Out of Honest Men (Just Forget) From 'How To Rest' by The Crane Wives. The song is about grief and being unable to move on. This very much inspired the Gwen lying in her letters idea

Someone I Have Loved But Never Known From 'Never Love an Anchor' by The Crane Wives. It just fits. It's Mica's song 100%. Never Love an Anchor is what inspired Let It Fade Away in the first place. Obsessed with this song for Mica but you'll have to wait until the end of LIFA to fully understand lol

CONCLUSION:

Don't get Lowen talking about things because they will just talk non stop and then you end up with a block of paragraphed text that only vaguely answers the original ask

My apologies

[anonymousrobinhoodqueer]

I’m distilling my thoughts about ravensong into one post.

I listened to the 20 hour audiobook in 14.5 hours, because I listen on 1.5x speed, I hate how slow normal speed is.

I really like the character development of Gordo.

I am glad that we got to see why the Bennett pack was so small, and why Gordo hated them in Wolfsong.

I am not really fond of the way wolves mark their mates (it’s not imprinting like twilight, but it’s not not that) because it really puts a lot of pressure on these children. Gordo spent his whole life around the Bennetts which meant that he never really got a chance to develop who he was outside of them. And even after they abandoned him, his actions were all driven by that abandonment.

I do believe that the pack abandoned Gordo, he was an orphan that they were not only physically responsible for but also emotionally, and if Thomas really wanted to, he could have taken Gordo with him, not only for legal reasons, but also Thomas was the alpha of all and Gordo was his witch. Not to mention he was like 15 years old.

They did not even write. Let alone call him. Phones existed.

So then after he finally moves on, and builds his own family, the Bennetts return. They basically steal his surrogate son (and anchor) and then expect him to be all good.

Obviously he’s not, but he does get over it much quicker than I think he should have.

And Mark, I don’t really like at all? It sucks that he got magically turned into an omega, and I know that he technically went with the Bennetts against his will, but at the same time, he was around 18. He could have written letters or called. He followed Gordo around so much as children, that the whole town noticed. I do not think that Gordo and Mark should have gotten back together. I think that maybe Gordo still could have been his anchor, but I think that the betrayal was much deeper than what was healed.

I still think that Robbie and Gordo should get together, I know that the next book is about Robbie and that he will be getting with Kelly, but I just think Robbie and Gordo should fuck at least once. (If I am ever motivated to write fanfiction, this would probably be it)

I really hate how Gordo got his hand cut off and no one thought “hey it right there, let’s just magic it back on” maybe it has something to do with it having been a silver blade, but Gordo can touch and use silver so it probably was not that.

Limbs can be reattached in some cases, especially a clean cut where the limb is immediately placed in ice.

I’m excited to learn more about Gavin, which based on my research is the feral wolf that’s courting Carter and is Gordo’s half brother from his dad and anchor.

Overall, fuck mark, fuck Thomas, and most importantly fuck Abel and Robert.

[firebend-hq]

THE DEATH OF CARTER ABIOYE -- OPENING PLOT DROP

Screams of terror draw attention to the main gates in the late evening of Saturday, April 26th. Amani Abioye collapses in front of his house as he watches Luca Abel carry his bleeding brother through the gates. Any help the medical team wants to provide, comes too late. Carter succumbs to his injuries in his brother's arms, and the bystanders are forced to watch the disaster unfold. Who is at fault?!, Amani demands to know, but he will have to wait for his answer longer than he would ever want to stomach.

On Saturday Morning, the group of five raiders departed from the main gates at their usual time, 12am, to take an extended trip to a newly found old warehouse. When the raiders did not return at the agreed time, their colleagues, family members and friends started to grow nervous.

At almost 8pm sharp, a look-out reported their return through ringing their bell high above the ground. But alongside the bell marking their return, they ring the bell denoting a minor emergency. A medical team, including the emergency surgeon Matteo Díaz, rush to aid the injured Head of Raiders. But it is too late. Carter takes his last breaths in his brother's arms, and is then carefully brought into the forensic department of the Emergency Services building.

The Council comes together in an emergency meeting at 8:30pm, and after the other four raiders went through medical check-ups and necessary injury patch-ups, they are asked to join them. Throughout the course of the conversations becomes clear what happened.

When the group entered the warehouse, they were confronted with an Infected in a stage of infection not yet known to humankind. Shielded entirely by Agaricus, the massive being attacked the group. While they were trying to defend themselves, Carter was fatally impaled by falling on a broken metallic shelf. Through a trick, the raiders managed to maneuver the Infected being outside. Light seemed to weaken it, and the group managed to kill it a few meters away from the warehouse, leaving it behind to retrieve Carter from the building, and to carry him home as quickly as possible. The Infected was described as aggressive, and could be heard scratching walls.

After the council has sent the raiders home, a note is pinned to the information board on their building. It is written in short, brief notes, and reads: CARTER ABIOYE DEAD AFTER ACCIDENT. LUCA ABEL TAKES OVER THE POSITION OF HEAD RAIDER. WAREHOUSE PROMISES LUCRATIVE CONTENTS, BUT WILL BE APPROACHED ONLY AFTER IDENTIFYING THE NEW FORM OF INFECTED DISCOVERED TONIGHT.

One hour later, a small scribbled note is added: WE WILL CALL THEM SCRATCHERS.

OOC NOTE

This is not an official event, it is just a small plot drop to get things going! Here is a few things your muses could know about Carter Abioye:

Carter was known to be rather morally grey, and sometimes aggressive. He was in his late forties, strong, broad-built, and lived alone with his brother. He liked to drink and joining the community parties, bust stayed mostly to himself. With the raiders, he was strict, and often bumped heads with them, but he was someone to learn from, and knew how to crack a joke in difficult situations.

WHAT CAN I WRITE REGARDING THIS PLOT DROP?

Everything mentioned in this post is completely canon and accessible knowledge for every character. If you write a raider that has been a part of the raid, you could write a little self piece on how they felt -- feel free to make up small bits of the fight with the creature, or moments alongside the other riders. This can also be written as flashback threads. All current knowledge about Scratchers can be accessed here, except for the must be burned, could turn into the mushroom part.

For muses that were not directly part of the plot drop, here is some things they could mention or showcase in a thread: Their reaction to Carter's death. Their reaction to the new form of Infected. Their fear, or anger about the situation. Their reaction to Luca taking over. Fear, for what is to come. Skepticism in Matteo's abilities, and if someone else could have saved Carter.

If you want your Raider to have been part of the group alongside Luca Abel, please shoot the main a quick message! :)