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princecharmingwinks · 4 years

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Sterek Fic Rec - October 2020. Although this is meant to be halloween month, I somehow didn’t read many themed fics. I think this might be because its not such a big holiday for Aus. So I am sorry for any who were wanting a fully themed fic list. I’ll try better for December.

happy accident by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 4,118 | Explicit)

He was about to send another message when he realized that autocorrect had royally fucked him over by changing your pick to your dick.

Or in which Stiles' typo about dinner turns into an unexpected blow job.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways by hologramophone (1/1 | 7,799 | Teen)

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!” Derek raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress. Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.” (Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

accidentally? by bibliosexual (1/1 | 3,683 | Mature)

BOSS: “know why I called you in here?” ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic” BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”

yup.

Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.

Bite Down Hard by orphan_account (sadface) (1/1 | 25,730 | Explicit)

For a moment, Derek can’t breathe.

Because moles aren’t the only thing marring the pale skin of Stiles’ neck. Oh no, that’s –

– that’s a bond bite. A bond bite which Stiles definitely did not have yesterday, and which appears to have roughly the same dimensions as Derek’s own mouth.

Shit.

(Or: In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.)

What the Hell is a Stiles? by TheRealDanniX (1/1 | 4,901 | Not Rated)

A witch takes Stiles' memory while he's on the job and Derek gets stuck babysitting. Not that he really minds. In fact, it may be just what he needs.

Shirts Are For Quitters by 42hrb (1/1 | 1,165 | Teen)

Stiles will never understand why Derek seems to be allergic to wearing shirts, but it kinda feels like Derek's trying to rub in how perfect his body is.

Where In the World is Derek Hale? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) (1/1 | 5,968 | General)

It had been four days.

Four days since the incident. And he hadn’t heard from Derek once since then.

They’d been out fighting the most recent big bad, because Beacon Hills was a fucking magnet for bad things coming to town. They’d been in the middle of the fight, and Derek had told Stiles to run, which he hadn’t, because fuck you Derek Hale. So he hadn’t run, which ended up being a good thing, because he ended up saving Derek’s life.

When they’d won, the two of them dirty and panting, Derek had rounded on him and proceeded to shout at him for being stupid and reckless. Stiles had screamed back, and it had basically been a giant back and forth shouting match before Stiles had blurted out, “Because I fucking love your dumb, stupid face you idiot!” and had proceeded to kiss said idiot's dumb, stupid face.

Kiss Me Hard (Before You Go) by whenshewrites (1/1 | 5,348 | Teen)

Five times Stiles kisses Derek and the one time Derek kisses him back.

Unofficial Deputy Stiles Stilinski by elliot_edison (1/1 | 3,483 | Teen)

In which Derek gets arrested by Sheriff Stilinski for public nudity, unofficial deputy Stiles handles the intake paperwork over the phone in an inappropriate manner, and the Sheriff plays wingman to two pining teenagers.

DILF by twentysomething (1/1 | 30,871 | Explicit)

"Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

I'm Your Boogie Man by Jmeelee (1/1 | 4,097 | Mature)

Five times Derek and Stiles ended up accidentally wearing couples costumes on Halloween, and the one Halloween they ended up a couple.

princecharmingwinks special mention (this fic gave me so many feels. beware of the feels! and the writing is just gorgeous!)

Catching Your Breath (in seven simple steps) by circa (stealthturtle) (2/2 | 29,508 | Explicit)

It's the way Stiles slips out from the loft like a cheap fuck leaving before sunrise could damn him; the way they avoid each other's eyes at pack meetings and the constant thrice fold-showering before he could rub the smell of Derek out of his skin. But sometimes he feels like this is all he'll ever want to know: the thrill of being shoved in-between places like he's a well-kept secret, the constant precariousness of the line they're treading. He likes to think his heart was an acrobat, his sanity the balancing act.

And there is Derek, holding the other end of the tightrope that's keeping him afloat.

Happy October one and all. See you next month. Can you believe we are almost at the end of this crazy year? Please spread the word if you love these works. All the love to the amazing authors on this list and all fic writers in general <3 Happy reading!

#Sterek #fanfiction #fic rec #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #princecharminglists

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avatar-state-kate · 4 years

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Workaholic: A Coffee Shop AU

Inspired by reading @mako-being-bi’s prompt before my shift....at a coffee shop. Here is a one-shot I day dreamed at work

“- and Huan is going to the LCBO for Opal and he said he would pick me up whatever I want so that’s just another reason why you should come tonight.” Bolin finished matter of factly. He had been trying to convince Mako to go with him to this party all week.

Mako tolled his eyes as he wiped the steam wand with the sani cloth. “I already told you Bo, after I finish here I have to work on my History paper.” He really shouldn’t have left it so long, but he’d been picking up as many extra shifts as he could, once he turned 18 Mako could become Bolin’s legal guardian and get them out of foster care and he intended to, but they’d need money for an apartment to do that. Bolin reached over the counter to take his finished drink, “hey!”

Bolin knew he shouldn’t do that; he’d dealt with enough of his own annoying costumers. Bolin just waved Mako’s admonition off, “you could have been working on that today and partying tonight if you hadn’t picked up this extra shift.”

Mako was about to retort when Korra and Asami ran into the store from the mall hallway. “You guys will never guess who Asami and I saw at H&M!” Korra gasped, nearly having run her and Asami who she had been dragging behind her, into the counter. “It was the guy Mako saved last week!”

“And why did none of you tell me about this before today!” Asami chimes in, “you can all remember every complicated modification a Karen makes to a drink but you can’t remember Mako saving a guys life?”

Mako tears the next drink order sticker and places it onto a Grande cup. “I didn’t save-“

“Yeah he totally did!” Bolin interrupts, “so this guy orders a pink drink right, but I guess he didn’t know what was in it, or that he was allergic to strawberries, because he starts having an allergic reaction in the store-“

Mako cuts Bolin off to announce the finished order. “I administered an epiden.” Mako looks down at the next sticker “Korra did you seriously just mobile order.”

“What, I came here to see you, not whoever that guy at cash is.” Korra said, putting her phone back into her pocket. “And fine, the guy you administered an epipen to works at H&M, and he goes to school with Asami so he’ll probably be at the Beifong’s party tonight.” Korra finishes with a smirk. “So you should go in case he’s in dire need of medical assistance.”

Mako rolls his eyes, could everyone just stop with this party already, “I already told you I’m not going.”

Korra and Bolin continue talking about the upcoming party while Mako makes the drinks Korra ordered for her and Asami.

“You should think about coming Mako,” Asami says as she grabs her and Korra’s finished drinks. “I love seeing you at work, but it would be nice to see you outside of it.”

The three leave soon after that. Bolin told Opal he would help her hide all of the breakables to prepare for the party tonight and Asami needs to return some shoes and Korra goes with her.

Mako’s shift is going by pretty slowly, the mall isn’t as busy as his drive-thru store and people mostly just get water. The general lack of commotion means he sees him the moment he comes in. He still has his H&M name tag on.

“Hey Hasook, how are you buddy?” Mako remembers him being overly friendly, he wasn’t a regular at Mako’s usual store but he’d gone to the trouble of actually reading the barista’s name tags.

“Hey Wu, let me guess, you want a ‘surprise me’” Hasook rolls his eyes good naturedly, punching in a surprise order.

“There is just so much you can get; I don’t know how anybody chooses!”

Wu continues to chat with Hasook as he pays, Mako waits for the sticker to print before tossing it out and making him an iced white mocha, with cold foam instead of whip- it’s more annoying to make that way but it’s better. Wu’s still talking to Hasook when Mako calls out his drink.

“You need to tell them your allergies when you order a surprise me drink.”

“Huh?” Wu doesn’t look at Mako as he unwraps a straw and sticks it through the sip hole of the strapless lid.

“He wanted to give you a strawberry acia refresher” Wu just looks at him confused. “You know, strawberries...which you’re allergic to.”

That seemed to jog Wu’s memory as recognition flashed in his eyes. “Oh hey! You’re the guy- Hasook did you know,” Wu stops to read his name tag, “Mako here saved my life,” Wu stops again to look at his drink. “Twice now actually.”

“Yeah well you should be more careful.” Mako admonishes.

“Ugh I know I know, I just always forget that I’m allergic to strawberries. I get it confused with bee stings.” Wu says, taking his first sip happily.

A mobile order comes in and Mako moves tog tab the sticker. “How do you get those two mixed up?”

“Do you have any allergies?”

“Um, no”

“Then you wouldn’t understand.” Wu says, taking another sip of his drink. “I really am lucky you were there though, and that you remembered it was strawberries. What are you doing here though, don’t you work at the one downtown?”

“Oh um, yeah I do, but you can pick up shifts at other stores.” This conversation has already gone on a lot longer then any other costumer connection Mako had attempted to make. Making small talk wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

“Wow, so a hero and a hard worker,” Wu raises his brows, “I’m impressed. Let me guess you’re an animal lover too.” Wu grins.

“Oh no, that’d be my brother.” Wu laughs because of course he was teasing and Mako wishes he could hide in the back, “and I’m not a hero either.”

“Well, you definitely fooled me when you kinda saved my life, like a hero would.”

Mako is about to retort when Hasook interrupts from cash“Mako stop flirting with costumers, are you good up here by yourself if I go do the count?”

Mako can feel his face heating up. “I’m not, yeah I’ll be fine.” With a nod Hasook disappears into the back leaving Mako and Wu alone.

A phone alarm goes off, “Shit my break can’t already be over.” Wu pulled his phone from his pocket to stop the alarm.

“Oh well, uh, have fun at work.” Mako winces, he can’t even say see you later like a normal person.

“Yeah you too...” Wu turns to leave before turning right back to face Mako. “… I know this might be kind of, out of nowhere, but umm, your friends with Asami Sato right? Just because she talks about a Mako who works with her girlfriend Korra at Starbucks and, well that seems like a bit of a coincidence if you’re not actually the same person doesn’t it?” Wu speaks faster the longer he rambles, so by the end of it Mako is a little lost.

“Yeah, uh, I am, friends with Asami.”

“Great! So, you’re going to the Beifong’s party then. I would be worried if you weren’t, might die of anaphylactic shock.”

“Oh I’m-“ Mako was about to tell Wu he wasn’t actually going but, well he can always write his paper on Sunday. “yeah, I guess it is a good thing.”

Wu grins. “Great, so I’ll see you tonight then!” And with that he’s off back to work.

Mako wonders if there is still time to have Bolin have Huan get him something- nothing with strawberries though.

#there is just something so endearing concerning and funny about wu not knowing what hes allergic to #wuko nation #wukonation #wuko #prince wu #wu #mako #captain crop top #lok fanfic #legend of korra fanfic #lok #legend of korra #coffee shop au

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darkpersonapeace · 3 years

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the rewards of being loved (and the mortifying ordeal of being known)

"I can't be seen in this hospital, they'll kill me."

"This is a hospital, we tend to save lives, not take them." He coughs again, leaning against the wall. Winry grabs his arm, again.

“In case you haven’t noticed,” She starts to voice, unyielding. “These clothes mean I’m a doctor. It means I’m here to help save your life. Got it?”

He breathes for a moment, his eyes never leaving hers, before lowering his hand. Winry stands there and for the next twenty minutes she cleans his face, stitches his forehead, and cleans his wounds, all in silence. He doesn’t speak except for the few it doesn’t hurt, yes I can see perfectly, today is the second and no, I’m not allergic to anything.

She removes his black shirt - bruises, cuts and scars fill his body but Winry pretends she sees nothing, she’s been a doctor long enough to read between the lines and not ask questions - and her eyes widen. The black shirt made a good job in hiding the enormous cut that slices his back, blood pouring all over. She leans forward and begins to work. She's too distracted by the stitches she needs to place on his skin, that it takes a few minutes for her to understand the clicking sound around her. For a moment, it seems like a clock, but when Winry looks down, the man has a stapler pressed against the cut on his tight.

"What are you–" The pressured sound of metal against skin interrupts Winry's voice. "Are you insane? I was going to stitch that."

There are very few guys who would've done this, staple themselves without minding the pain. Winry has seen a few of them, but not here. Not in an urban hospital and definitely not during her pre rounds. No, the type of guy who does this are the ones in war zones.

OR:

The secret relationship AU nobody asked for: Winry's the new doctor working for General Roy Mustang and Edward is the evil (?) enforcer employed by Father's crime syndicate.

You know that thing where you write a whole story just because one (1) scene? Yeah, this is it. I created this story just to have Edward say one line. How much of a loser am I? This is basically Hades/Persephone but make it Edwin, forbidden love, secret relationship, modern setting, with fluff and angst. Happy reading, y'all!

#the rewards of being loved #new fic just dropped #because I'm a little bit drunk #and I can't seem to get the first chapter right #so yeah #here we go #ao3 #fanfic #fic #edwin fic #503 #edward elric #winry rockbell #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemsit brotherhood #fmab #fma #the criminal AU I've been promising since last year

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khoicesbyk · 3 years

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Beloved.

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and original characters created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 4,040 words. (more or less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Song And Story Inspiration: Bittersweet-After 7

Tag List: @shewillreadyou @rideordiechronicles @pixie88 @txemrn @lucy-268 @shannonsaid @shannonwrote @bebepac @imturaxamara @blackkingliamstan @queenjilian @secretaryunpaid @ridgy--didge @theworldofprompts @choicesficwriterscreations

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

This series may contain spoilers. If you wish not to see spoilers, please do not read any further.

Prompt Time! Today I’ll be using @theworldofprompts prompt “What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?” it'll be in bold in black. Also I know that I can’t be the only one who’s excited that they picked the greatest Disney movie one-liner as a prompt.

(Also this series is a slight deviation of the original story. In the original story, the werewolf hunter is a woman. But in this series the hunter is a man.)

Missing a chapter or want to read a chapter again? I got you covered! Click ——> Here!

If you’d like to be added to my tag list. Just reblog or dm me and I will gladly add you! 😁😘

A/N 2: I had a time writing this chapter. Writers block and all out forgetfulness is a bitch! But I did it! *pats self on the back*

TW: paranormal activity. Communication with the dead. Reader Discretion Is STRONGLY ADVISED.

Chapter 22.) Reflection.

It′s crazy how you flaunt your passion.

When you let meaning of them worth take over you.

You stare into my soul like that.

Makes me wonder when you ain't get by the side of me.

It′s pain and pleasure.

To love someone so.

So much you, you hate them.

Push me over the edge then.

To go catch you, your love is.

It's bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

I build you up, then knock you down.

It's bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

You stay quiet and I get loud.

It′s bittersweet.

It had been 3 days since Naia was rushed to the hospital because of Wolfbane being in her system. Her parents, especially her mother, were both distraught and furious that their daughter had gotten herself caught up in the tireless war between The Pack and The Knights Of Ossory. Those three days felt like years to them. Both took turns sitting vigil over their daughter.

The only saving grace was that her condition hadn't changed. It hadn't gotten better but Laurie and Shane were thankful it hadn't worsened. They just wanted her to open her eyes. Laurie needed her daughter to wake up. She had to hear her voice again. And every moment that she didn't the more she went crazy. Laurie would just sit at Naia’s bedside holding onto her hand and pray Naia would squeeze her hand. The agony of waiting was going to kill her.

“Anything?” her husband asked as he entered the room with coffee in hand.

Laurie just shook her head no.

“It'll happen, baby. It has to. She'll wake up and we'll be able to breathe again.”

She never said a word to him. She just held onto Naia’s hand as Shane set the cup of coffee he brought her down. Laurie's eyes were red and puffy and her face was a mess. She blamed The Pack and The Knights Of Ossory but mostly she blamed herself. She swore to protect her daughter from all of this. To prevent her from going through the hell she went through over 30 years ago. And feels like she failed. A pain no mother wants to go through.

Laurie rubbed Naia’s knuckle silently, willing their daughter to wake up.

“Have you eaten baby?”

Laurie shook her head no.

“You should go eat something baby.”

“I don't want food. I want our daughter. I want her to wake up now.”

Shane sat beside her and placed his hand over hers.

“I know, baby. I want that too. I need it. You need it. But it's not good for you not to eat something.”

“I can't leave her! What if she wakes up and I'm not here?! I have to be here!”

Her frantic tone worried Shane.

“Baby listen to me! You need to go eat something. I'll be right here. I will watch over her. If anything happens I swear to you that I will tell you immediately.”

“But Shane—”

“No buts! Go eat something. Now! I won't let anything happen to her. I swear that on my life.”

Laurie looked at him before getting up and going to the door. When she looked back towards Naia, Shane smiled softly at her.

“It's okay baby, I'll keep her safe.”

Laurie nodded sadly before walking out the door.

Shane turned his attention back to their daughter, his worry, resentment, rage, sorrow, protectiveness, and anxiety all on high. His little girl. His flesh and blood. She hadn't moved or spoken since he last saw her. He was thankful for the hospital staff. They were able to get her allergic reaction to Wolfbane under control but she was still unconscious. None of the meds she was on seemed to be working.

It′s so easy to listen.

When your tongue is an innocent prisoner of war oh yeah.

And it might bе wrong but we never еnd that.

Damage is done, always pain and pleasure.

To love someone so.

So much you hate them.

Push me over the edge then.

To go catch you, your love is.

It's bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

I build you up, then knock you down.

It′s bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

You stay quiet and I get loud.

It's bittersweet.

It didn't take Laurie long to come back from the cafeteria. When Shane looked up she walked in with food for them both.

“I'm not the only one who needed to eat.”

Shane smiled softly as she handed him a sandwich.

“Still nothing?”

“Still no change. But I'm not giving up.”

Laurie smiled at her husband's resolve. They sat together and ate their food in silence. Their eyes went from Naia to the IV drip machine she was hooked up to.

“Don't worry baby. Our girl will wake up.”

“I know she will. She has to. And when she does…we have to tell her the truth.”

Shane looked at his wife confused.

“Are you sure? Are you sure you’re ready to do that?”

“Look at her Shane! She wouldn't be here, hell we wouldn't even be here if she knew the truth. It's time. So when she wakes up and is lucid enough to hear it we'll tell her everything.”

Shane took his wife's hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Okay. If you’re ready and you're sure. Then I am too.”

Laurie offered him a small smile.

Yeah I know you know me.

That′s why you the only one can push my buttons.

Sometimes it's like you speak another language.

Got me like adios buenas noches baby.

Oh it′s pain and pleasure.

To love someone so.

So much you hate them.

Push me over the edge then.

To go catch you, your love is.

It′s bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

I build you up, then knock you down.

It′s bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

You stay quiet and I get loud.

It's bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

I build you up, then knock you down.

It′s bittersweet.

(What you want from me, want, want)

You stay quiet and I get loud.

It's always bittersweet.

While her body was still, Naia was subconsciously awake.

“Naia…”

Naia slowly opened her eyes, and looked around frantically and confusedly. She couldn't see anything or anyone.

“What? Where am I?”

That's when she heard a woman's voice.

“I've been waiting to meet you.”

When Naia turned around she saw a figure she didn't recognize.

“Who’s there? Who are you? What is this place?”

The figure in front of her soon materialized into an elderly black woman. One that she recognized.

“Oh…my…God! You’re…you're…Delia?”

She smiled at Naia.

“Hello, my dear. It's wonderful to finally meet you.”

Naia’s jaw dropped.

“But how?!”

“I thought you…you died a long time ago!”

“I did. 3 years ago.”

“Wait! Am I dead?”

Delia laughed softly.

“No dear, you’re not dead. You are in the world between worlds.”

Naia blinked in realization.

“I was here with Roman. Where is he?! Is he hurt?! Did Trent shoot him?!”

Delia placed a calming hand on Naia’s shoulder.

“All will be revealed shortly. I promise.”

Naia took a shaky breath then nodded.

“Now come sit with me. We have much to discuss.”

Naia followed Delia to a bench that appeared out of nowhere. When they sat down Delia cocked her head to the side at Naia curiously. Making her feel super awkward.

“Is there something on my face?”

“No. I’m just curious about you. You’re as beautiful as I imagined you’d be.”

Naia couldn’t keep the blush from creeping up on her face.

“A ghost just called me beautiful. I must be hallucinating.”

Delia chuckled.

“You said we had much to discuss. What are we discussing?”

“You, my dear. Your connection to the town, the people, and especially Roman.”

“I mean I’ve been in town for a few months. I don’t know anyone outside of my uncle Trent and the Pack.”

Delia nods.

“And what are your impressions of them so far?”

Naia chewed the inside of her cheek.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Of course dear. That’s why we are here.”

“I understand why my mom doesn’t want me around Roman. Because to be honest, he’s terrifying. But at the same time…I can’t stay away from him. I can’t get enough of him. He makes me feel safe. And loved. And wanted. And I…”

“Yes?”

“I care about him. A lot. But I don't know if I'm ready to give up my life for him. I don't know if I'm ready to be his mate.”

Deli nodded.

“It is a lot to ask of a young woman. I would know.”

“How did you decide Delia? Or was it decided for you?”

Delia chuckles softly.

“It wasn’t my intent to be Xander’s mate when I first came to Hunt’s Peak.”

Naia blinked in confusion.

“You’re not from Hunt’s Peak?”

“No. Originally from the Pittsburgh area.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“I grew up in foster care so it wasn’t like many had missed me when I left.”

“So what brought you to Hunt’s Peak?”

“I was hired as a 5th teacher. I loved my job. Teaching children became my passion.”

“And how did you meet Xander?”

“I’ve always been a Wolfkin and I knew it was my destiny to become the mate to a member of The Pack but I never thought I would be Xander’s mate. But to answer your question, I was walking along the creek when I saw him and his father Ferdinand. We were smitten at first sight.”

“Oh…did his father accept you?”

“Yes, he did. And after some convincing so did his mother Cecilia.”

“When did Xander become Alpha?”

“Shortly after we met. Maybe 6 months or so.”

“Is that when you became his mate?”

“Yes. He courted me until he became Alpha.”

“Courted how?”

Delia smiled as if lost in a memory.

“He would come by the school. Regale my students in wild tales of werewolves as knights and kings and sorceresses and sorcerers. That sort of thing. But the biggest thing he did for me, was he planted a single night flower and let it blossom into a field full of them.”

“Sounds like he was a romantic at heart.”

“He used to be but when he became Alpha, responsibility and obligation replaced flowers and romance.”

“Was it hard?”

“No. Not at first. I always understood my role as The Alpha’s mate. And I cherished it. Becoming a sort of Den Mother gave me a purpose.”

“What changed?”

Delia looked at Naia with a new curiosity.

“He met your mother.”

Naia swallowed.

“Mommy told me how she met him.”

“I remember that. I remember when he told her no at first. I was furious at him. So I not so subtly encouraged him to reconsider not protecting her and your uncle.”

“Why did you do that?”

“Your mother was a child at the time. And your uncle couldn’t protect her as he should have. Only Xander and The Pack could do that.”

“She also told me about the day he offered her The Pack’s protection.”

“I remember when Xander told me about Bobby Giles threatening her. He was furious and I was disgusted. But we both knew that he couldn't just charge into town and rid it of him. Well, he could but it wasn't in his nature at the time. So he sent a few wolves in their human forms to investigate.”

“She told me that too. And the time that Bobby pulled a gun out on Xander.”

Delia snickered.

“The fool. He believed that his gun would scare Xander. But he learned the hard way that day.”

Naia shifted in her seat.

“Mommy showed me the necklace that Xander gave her.”

“I know about that. He gave it to her on her 18th birthday.”

“She also said that she was bonded to him.”

“She's right. She was bonded to him until he died.”

“Are you angry about that?”

Delia went quiet

“To be honest, I was very angry with her. Jaded and bitter even. But I realized after she left that my anger was misplaced.”

“Misplaced how?”

“After she left I found out that Xander was telling her that she was to be his new mate. And at that time your mother was a young impressionable girl.”

“He was manipulating her?”

“Yes, he played with her heart and preyed on it.”

“My God. Why did you stay with him for so long?”

“I was bound by Pack Law to stay with my mate until his death.”

Naia shuddered.

“Will that happen to me?”

“If you choose to be Roman’s mate you are bound by Pack Law to be at his side until his death.”

“Well, that explains what my mom said about you and Xander being married on paper.”

Delia nodded.

“If I was the mate of any other Pack member I could leave. But I was Xander’s mate. As was your mother. As yet…”

“She ran away.”

“Yes.”

“Can you tell me about Xander?”

“What would you like to know?”

“What did he look like?”

Delia waves a hand and a picture of Xander materialized in front of them.

“Whoa…”

“That is Xander in all his glory.”

“He and Roman look just alike.”

Delia smiled softly.

“Yes. He has his father's looks and stubbornness but he also has my heart.”

“Will I meet Xander?”

“No my dear. You won't.”

“Crisis averted.”

“So, will you be Roman’s mate or will you go back to your life as a human woman?”

Just as Naia was about to speak another panel appeared in front of her and Delia.

“What's this?”

“Roman. He's trying to connect to you through your bond. We are about to look at life through his eyes. These panels that appear are what life is like.”

“Why can’t he connect with me?”

Instead of responding, Delia put a finger to her lips then pointed to the panel. When Naia looked at the panel she was transported into Roman’s mind.

She and Delia were looking at a memory of them.

She had convinced Layla to let her turn Buck’s into a mini-movie theater for the pups and their parents. To give them something fun to do. When Roman heard about it he was both curious and thrilled. The girls decided on watching Lion King. With Gino and popcorn in hand, Naia snuggled next to Roman.

“So this movie is about…cats?”

“The circle of life. And lions.”

“…lions are cats are they not?”

Naia shook her head at the memory before turning to Delia.

“I remember this.”

“Do you?”

“Yes. It was the day I learned that your son doesn’t like my impressions.”

Delia chuckled. They turned back to the memory and as they did, they came upon Naia’s impression of one of her favorite scenes in the movie.

“Hyenas. I hate hyenas. So what’s your plan for getting past those guys?”

“Live bait.”

“Good idea!…hey!”

“Come on Timon, you guys have to create a diversion.”

“What do you want me to do? Dress in drag and do the hula?”

Roman groaned.

“Are you going to be like this the rest of the movie?”

“What? Gino likes my impression. You don’t like my impression?”

“…no.”

“Everyone’s a damn critic.”

Roman rolled his eyes. But he would soon find out which scene is her favorite scene in the whole movie.

“Hey! Who’s the pig?”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Uh oh! Did he call him a pig?”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Shouldn’t have done that!”

“Are you talking to me?!”

“Now they’re in for it!”

“They call me: Mr. Pig!”

And just as she got Pumbaa’s yell Roman clamped a hand to her mouth.

“Beloved…how am I to enjoy this movie you’ve chosen with your incessant talking?”

Naia just giggled as the panel changed to a more recent memory. One that Naia didn’t recognize.

“My…room?”

“Yes, my dear. This was just a few days ago.”

“But I don’t remember this.”

“Because you aren’t there.”

“What?! What do you mean?”

Delia pointed to the panel as it showed Roman walking into her room. He looked distraught as he looked around. Naia could feel his anguish in her chest. When his eyes fell on Gino sitting on the bed, she felt tears on her cheek as he held Gino close to his chest.

“I don’t understand.”

“The one he considers to be his mate is missing.”

“His mate? You mean me?”

“Yes, my dear.”

“But why is he looking for me?”

“Because your bond with him is disrupted. He’s trying to reconnect with you.”

“But why?”

Delia turned back to the panel as it showed Roman in wolf form curled up on her bed with Gino under his jaw. She felt his agony and his pain as well as his longing as he whimpered. He was missing her. He was needing her. Her presence. Her smile. Her laugh. It broke her heart. She stood up shouting to the panel.

“Roman! Roman! I'm here! I'm right here!”

Delia put a hand on her shoulder.

“He can't hear you. This is only a vision of what has already been.”

Naia turned to Delia with pleading in her eyes.

“You said that he couldn’t connect to me, why can’t he connect to me?”

With a wave of a hand another panel appeared. This one showed Naia lying in a hospital bed hooked up to an IV with her mother at her side.

“I–I–I…it can’t be! You said I wasn’t dead!”

“You aren’t Naia. You’ve been injected with Wolfbane. It’s a toxin that can be deadly but thankfully you were taken to the hospital in time to save you.”

“Injected?! How?!”

“You don’t remember?”

Naia stood there confused until it hit her.

“The tranquilizer dart! The one that Trent was using! Am I right?”

Delia nodded.

“If I’m on an IV then why haven’t I woken up?”

“Because the spirits aren’t ready for you to wake up yet.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Delia looked at Naia.

“Answer this. Why do you think you’re here?”

Naia didn't know how to answer that question.

“I don't know.”

As soon as those words left her mouth another panel appeared. This one was of Trent after he left the hospital. He was in his boss’s office going off about Wolfbane.

“What is wrong with you Moses?!”

“The tranquilizer! You said it was harmless!”

“It is harmless! It effects those beasts and their ability to shift!”

“What about humans?”

“It doesn’t effect humans!”

Trent eyed him with an intense yet calm fury.

“What is Wolfbane?”

Bernard blinked in confusion.

“Where did you hear that name?”

“Answer the question!”

“It’s the name of the tranquilizer. It doesn’t effect humans.”

“Yes it does.”

“No it does not!”

Trent pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Naia was hit by one of the tranquilizer darts.”

“The young woman you brought here the other day?”

“Yes. She collapsed after being hit and is now in the hospital fighting for her life. According to her mother Wolfbane is a poison that you and Xander created.”

Bernard looked at Trent genuinely confused.

“Her mother?”

“I didn't stutter.”

“What was her last name again?”

“Evans.”

“I knew someone with that last name but it was a he not a she.”

“Probably her dad. Her mother’s maiden name is Roberts.”

Bernard’s face lit up.

“Roberts? As in Laurie Roberts? Zane Roberts sister?”

“Yes.”

“I knew that girl looked familiar!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know her mother. Which means Xander was right. She did run off with Evans. I can’t believe she finally came back home.”

“Is what her mother said true? That you created this with Xander?”

“Yes it is but he took it too far. It wasn’t designed to be lethal. I tried to stop him but you can see what good it did.”

“So Xander truly was a monster?”

“Ohhh yes my boy. A monster indeed.”

As she watched with Delia, Naia wasn’t entirely convinced that Bernard was totally innocent.

“I don’t like him. I don’t trust him.”

“That’s Bernard Sayre for you.”

“Has he always been this way?”

“Oh yes. Even when I was amongst the living he and especially his motives were always questionable.”

“Why does the town let him do what he does?”

“Only the town can answer that.”

“I guess…”

The panel showed Trent in his cabin sitting on his couch with a bottle in his hand. Naia could feel his guilt and shame as well as his anger. His anger at his boss and anger at himself. He didn’t mean to hurt her. She just came out of nowhere. By the time he pulled the trigger it was too late. He didn't see her at first but when she dropped to the ground his heart dropped when she did. He wanted to be there at the hospital with her. To tell her how sorry he was. How much she means to him. How he wishes he could take it all back.

But at that moment he couldn't. All he could do was wallow in his festering grief and simmering anger. The same as Roman. This war had taken away a lot for both of them but this was the final straw. Trent wasn't about to lose to Roman again. And Roman had finally had enough of Trent being a thorn in his side. Both had subconsciously decided that this was an all-out war.

All of it broke Naia.

“They aren't serious are they?”

“Yes. Both are hurt and angry. Both at themselves and each other.”

“But I don't want this! I don't want them fighting!”

“Then you've found your reason for being here.”

“What do you mean?”

“You asked me why you were brought here. My dear, you were brought here to heal what is broken.”

“You mean Roman and Trent?”

“And your family. Your mother, especially.”

“Mommy?”

“Yes. She is hurting. And angry. And confused. And you are the key to healing her wounds. And theirs.”

Naia nodded.

“How do I do that?”

“You can start by answering your mother’s prayer.”

Delia turned back to the panel that showed Laurie. When Naia looked up, her mother was holding the necklace that Xander gave her. She looking out of the window to the moon in the sky.

“Spirits of the earth,

I don't know if you can hear me or that I even have the right to ask this. But I come to you with a simple prayer. I ask you to heal my daughter. She doesn't deserve to be here. She doesn't deserve this. She's innocent. If you're angry with me for abandoning The Pack and my duties as Xander’s mate I understand. But I beg you! Don't make my daughter suffer because of me. I beg you, please bring her back to me. Let her eyes open again. Let her speak again. I just want my little girl back. I need her back. Please! Heal her.”

Delia turned to Naia with a question.

“Now that you know your purpose, are you ready my dear?”

“Yes. I am ready to heal all that is broken.”

Delia waved her hand and the panels disappeared. They were replaced by a doorway.

“Then go. Your mother is waiting for you.”

“Thank you, Delia.”

Delia smiled at her.

“You're welcome, my dear. Tell my son that I miss him and that I love him and that I'm sorry.”

Naia smiled at her.

“I will.”

Naia stepped through the doorway and was transported back to her hospital room, just as her mother finished praying. She had moved her head slightly which both startled and excited Laurie.

“Naia? Naia baby are you awake?”

Naia’s eyes fluttered open and when she spoke her voice was weak.

“Mommy…”

Laurie had tears in her eyes.

“I'm here baby. I'm right here.”

Laurie was overcome with joy and relief.

“You came back to me!”

“I missed you, mommy.”

“I missed you too, baby girl.”

“We…have…much…to…talk…about.”

Laurie nodded resolutely.

“Yes, we do. It's time for you to know the true reason why I left.”

#choices #khoicesbyk #pixelberry #choices stories you play #choices fanfiction #fanfic #wolf bride

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beomgyushighlights · 3 years

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Circus {H.K}

Day 1 (XII)

"all eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus"

in which the first words Nari's soulmate says to her are "free britney"

in which two idols find their soulmates in each other after thirteen days of little comments without knowing who the other was

-a short story soulmate au-

©beomgyushighlights 2021

do not translate or repost without permission

(can also be found on wattpad and ao3 under the same username)

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As the choreographer allows a break, the members of the band sit and cool down while the arguably most chaotic member sings Circus by Britney Spears quite loudly. The sound of footsteps running in the hall catches the attention of the band as someone yells, "FREE BRITNEY!" before they continue running down the hall.

Confused, Chang Nari looks around the room, her band mates equally confused before she realizes that those are the first words her soulmate says to her. She rushes to look outside the door into the hallway, unfortunately too late to see the culprit. Sighing, she walks back to her band mates and takes a sip of her water.

"What was that?" Eun asks. "My soulmate." She shrugs. Osamu spits his water out in shock. "What!?" All four members ask at the same time. "Free Britney." She says showing them her wrist. "H.K, 18, XII." Hyejin reads.

"Okay, your soulmate is eighteen, good you won't catch a case. Twelve months? Days? Minutes?" Yejun says. "Unless you keep track it's hard to tell. Mine said twelve and then the next minute it said eleven so that's how I kept track and found my soulmate twelve minutes after our concert." Osamu says.

"Duri is so amazing." Hyejin gushes over Osamu's soulmate. "Well it's been a minute and it hasn't changed so it's not minutes." Nari says. "Okay, back to practice." The choreographer says. Practice goes well and soon the band is going back to their dorm.

The bands dorm is five bedrooms so each member has their own and that proves convenient for when someone wants a guest over. Opening the door, Hyejin hears a loud meow and a hello. "Duri!" Eun yells, running to the kitchen where Duri is cooking for the band. "Nabi!" Nari yells, picking up the small kitten that ran to her.

Petting the four month old cat, Nari walks to the kitchen were everyone has gathered. "Hi, Duri!" She smiles at the older female. "Hi, Nari. Nabi was very talkative today." She smiles back. "She seems to get more and more talkative every day." Yejun says.

"She also gets more energetic each day." Hyejin says. "She's only a kitten, of course she's energetic." Nari defends. A knock on the door pulls their attention and Nari goes to open it as she's the closest. She looks out the peephole before she opens it. "Hello?" She says. "Hello, are you one of the members of H.O.N.E.Y?" He asks her.

"Yes, how can I help?" She asks. "I'm Kang Taehyun of Tomorrow x Together, we wanted to know if you guys have any time that we can meet and ask for advice? BTS recommended asking you guys for more advice if we need it." He says. "One moment." She smiles turning to face the kitchen.

"CAN SOMEONE BRING ME THE PLANNER AND A PEN AND ALSO GRAB NABI FROM ME!?" She yells. "YEAH." Eun yells back. Eun brings the planner and a pen and grabs Nabi from Nari's arms. "Okay, so, we are really busy training this week but we are available two Tuesdays from now, that's in twelve days." She says. Taehyun pulls out his phone and checks his calendar.

"We're free then, where do you want to meet?" He asks. "Just bring your band here, as long as no ones allergic to cats." She says. "None of us are, So two Tuesdays from now, here, what time?" He asks. "Two in the afternoon?" She asks. "That works, thank you." He says with a bow. "It's no problem." She smiles.

She closes the door an shoes back to the kitchen. "WE MADE IT!" She yells. "What!?" Yejun asks. "BTS recommended a newer band to us for advice." She smiles. "Ooh, what band?" Hyejin asks. "Tomorrow x Together." She answers, grabbing the pencil from next to the calendar. She finds the Tuesday that's planned and writes 'txt at 2pm'.

"Oh, oh, uhh, they have that song with morse code at the beginning that they debuted with, right?" Yejun asks Osamu. "Yeah, Crown." Osamu confirms. "They also have anti-romantic, which has a tiktok dance." Eun says. "I like Nap of a star." Hyejin says. "Two Tuesdays from now at 2pm?" Eun asks. "Yes, it's on the planner and the calendar, just like always." Nari confirms.

"Taehyun came to the door and introduced himself. He said that BTS recommended us if they needed more advice." She gushes. "You look up to them so much it's hilarious." Eun laughs. "They have over 47 million followers on instagram and they have like over 35 million monthly listeners on spotify. They have fans in probably every country, they have worked with Halsey and others, they have broken so many barriers in the Kpop world, and they have won countless awards. Why wouldn't I look up to them?" She asks.

"Your fan girl is showing, Nari." Duri laughs. "Oh well, it's not a secret I'm an army." She shrugs. Duri finishes cooking dinner and plates it for everyone before they sit and eat together. They share light conversation, just bonding as they usually do. "I'm thinking about getting a puppy." Nari says randomly after a few moments of silence.

"No you aren't." Eun says. "Yeah, I'm not. It's like that one time I said I was going to cut my hair short, I don't mean it I just said it because I thought about it." I shrug. "Do you wanna dye your hair tonight? I have leftover pink and with your black roots it'll look really good, we can just put it over the bleached part." Hyejin says. "Yes, as soon as we finish dinner that way I have time to shower and be well rested for tomorrow." She says.

After dinner, Osamu and Yejun do the dishes while Hyejin and Nari go to the bathroom and Eun goes and sits in the living room with Duri. Nari sets up her phone to do a live while Hyejin works on her hair. "Hello, hello." She waves as people start joining. "How's my day? My days been very good, we did a lot of practicing dances and then we came home and ate a nice dinner and now Hyejin is dying my hair." She says.

"What color? Pink." She answers. "I got an idea, you trust me right?" Hyejin asks her. "Yes, do whatever you want to my hair." She replies. "Favorite english word? Ricochet or maybe bodacious. I like to say words like ethereal and surreal as well though." She says.

"Something exciting that happened today? Well, today I had a fellow idol ask if their band could meet with our band and ask some advice because BTS recommended us for if they needed more advice. I was very honored." She answers.

"My bias in BTS? Not available because they're all kinda like older brothers to me." She says. "Favorite Kpop group? I like Twice and Red Velvet and Stray Kids and BTS and Blackpink and more." She answers. "What are the full names, pronouns, and ages of everyone in the band? Well, fun fact if you're ever struggling to remember one of our names just remember H.O.N.E.Y is our initials. In honey order it's Hyejin, Osamu, Nari, Eun, and Yejun. Age order it's Yejun, Osamu, Eun, Hyejin, Nari. Last names are Kim Yejun, Jeong Osamu, Lee Eun, Yun Hyejin, and Chang Nari." She answers.

"Oh I forgot to say ages and pronouns, Yejun is 25, Osamu is 25, Eun is 23, Hyejin is 20, and I'm 18. Yejun is non-binary so they/them, Osamu uses he/him, Eun is she/they, Hyejin is gender fluid so any pronouns, and I use she/her." She adds. "What ethnicity is Osamu? Half Korean half Japanese. His mom is from Japan and she moved here and met his dad." She answers.

"How many of us have found our soulmates? Just Osamu, however I believe I almost met my soulmate today because we were taking a water break and I was singing Circus by Britney Spears and someone ran past and said 'free Britney' which are the words on my wrist." She smiles. "Favorite Britney song? Probably Circus because it's really catchy." She answers.

"How was my english so good at our debut when I was only thirteen? My moms Australian and so that entire half of my family speaks English and from a young age she would make sure I could understand it. Also, my dad was moved to America for work when I was four and so we moved and lived there for eight years then we came back to South Korea when they moved him back and I became a trainee and we debuted a year later when Yejun and Osamu finished their military service." She answers.

"Are we ever going to take a break? We don't plan to, that's why BigHit had Yejun and Osamu complete their military service pre-debut." She answers. "Do I listen to the neighborhood? Yes, I like Cry Baby, Daddy Issues, and Sweater Weather." She says. "What are my soulmates initials? H.K. and we assume it's not the english way so it's surname, given name." She says.

"Why am I the main vocalist when I prefer rapping? I'm the main vocalist because I have the largest vocal range." She says. "Song that gets stuck in my head easily? A lot of them but Choke by I Dont Know How But They Found Me is stuck in my head right now." She answers. "Which band did BTS recommend us to? That's a secret but I can tell you that there's a K initial." She says.

"My soulmate? No, the K is his surname, not first." She smiles. "A question for Hyejin, soulmates initials and age?" Nari asks. "M.L. and 24." She answers. "Favorite Melanie Martinez song? High School Sweethearts." She answers. "Okay, you're hair is done. Let the dye sit for an hour and a half then wash it out." Hyejin tells her.

"Okay, hour and a half left on live. It's going to be in english now because I saw my moms in the chat and she said she likes the slight American accent I have." She says. "What collections do I have? I have a manga collection, Kpop album collection, Funko Pop collection, and a vinyl collection." She answers. "Favorite color? I like pastel purples, like lavender." She answers.

"Favorite Harry Styles song? From the Dining Table." She answers. She spends the rest of the time answering questions until her timer goes off. "Okay, I have to go shower and then I'll be going to bed so that I'm well rested for practice tomorrow. I love you all, bye!" She waves, ending the live.

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pengychan · 4 years

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[Coco] Mind the Gap, Pt. 21

Title: Mind the Gap Summary: Modern Day AU. Tired of Ernesto’s snide remarks, Imelda decides to put him in his place and her husband is more than happy to help. It was supposed to be a one-night deal. Things quickly get out of hand. [OT3, mostly porn and humor. Plenty of instances of Ernesto being Dramatic, Imelda getting Sick Of His Shit, and Héctor trying to be the peacekeeper. Don’t expect anything serious.] Pairings: Ernesto/Héctor/Imelda Rating: Explicit.

Art by @swanpit.

[All chapters are tagged as ‘mind the gap’ on my blog.]

A/N: Aaaand with baby Coco home, the family is complete! Or is it.

***

“Look at her, Ernesto! Isn’t she the most beautiful baby girl you’ve ever seen?”

Ernesto hasn’t seen many baby girls in the first place, truth be told, but still enough to be able to tell Coco is, most definitely, not the most beautiful among them. Quite the contrary, really, and Ernesto finds himself wondering how did... that somehow pop out of Imelda of all people.

Madre de Dios, he wants to say, what have your genes created?

But of course that is out of the question, unless he wants to leave Héctor with a broken heart, find himself with a broken nose, and possibly deal with a broken neck the second his words are relayed to Imelda. She’s probably as blind to her daughter’s sheer ugliness as Héctor is, after all, motherhood and all that. All mothers claim their baby is the most beautiful around, including Ernesto’s own.

To be fair, she did have good reason to say so.

“Hah! Speechless, aren’t you?” Héctor laughs in delight, patting his back and starling him out of his thoughts. He manages a smile.

“Hahah, yes, that’s… yes. Speechless,” he laughs, eyeing the tiny alien bawling in her cot. Her head rather reminds him of the elongated skulls he saw in some museum when he was a kid and his mother dragged him along to visit some distant relatives in El Chaco. The only trip outside Mexico he’s ever made, and most of it was boring. “She sure is, er. Special.”

Thank God Héctor isn’t looking at him at all, his face squished against the glass. “Coco, look up!” he coos, tapping the glass. “This is your tío Ernesto, see? He’ll also be your godfather. Look!”

Ernesto finds himself chuckling. “She cannot hear you nor possibly understand whatever you’re saying, Héc--” he trails off when Coco stops wailing and blinks up at her father first, and then… at him. When her features are not distorted in a wail, she’s just a little easier on the eyes. Not that it says much, but regardless, Ernesto smiles a little. “Hola, Coco,” he says, entirely forgetting what he just told Héctor over a newborn having a chance of hearing them from beyond the glass. “It’s nice to meet--”

Coco bursts crying again, more violently than before. Héctor makes a sound that may be a laugh, a coo, and a sound of distress all rolled into one. “Aww, your face scared her!”

“What--” Ernesto stammers a moment at the sheer insult. “My face! Scare her! Have you seen he--” survival instinct kicks in and he manages to change the sentence midway. “A-- a mirror lately?”

The comment may have made him pout a moment normally, but this time, Héctor laughs. “Hahah! Well, I guess she did have a bad day, being born and all. Imelda was amazing throughout it, but did you have any doubts she would be?”

“No. Not really,” Ernesto replies. Not having to lie is a nice change of pace.

“Still, it must be a lot for a baby. She’ll settle. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

“Of course, of course. So, uh… Imelda is well, yes?”

“Sí, sí, I told you. She is resting now, but they should discharge them both--”

“Héctor!”

“Oye!”

“Here you are!”

“Make way, make way for the tíos!”

The yells are their only warning before two tall, thin and identical young men skid across the polished floor and slam against the window, only instants after Héctor and Ernesto hastily jump out of their way. They press their faces against the glass, which thank God seems built to withstand the impact with overly enthusiastic relatives.

“Where is she? Where is she?”

“Which one?”

“Oh! The one there on the right!”

“That’s her!”

“We can tell because she’s scowling.”

“Just like Imelda.”

“She’s beautiful!”

“We’re going to teach you so much!”

“When is she coming home?”

“Our parents are already on the plane to come here, get ready…”

“Oh, and congratulations to the papá!”

“Right! Well done!”

Héctor laughs, clearly delighted, and returns the boys’ hug. “Ah, gracias! That’s not Coco, though. She’s the one over there, see?” he adds, putting a finger to the glass to point towards the right crib. “Three up and two across.”

“Oh,” Óscar - or is it Felipe? - finally says.

“Ah,” Felipe - or is it Óscar? - echoes immediately. There are a few moments of silence during which Ernesto silently steps backwards to the door, then they begin chattering again at the same time as though the pause never happened.

“Hola, Coco!”

“We’re your tíos! Not the other baby’s!”

“We’re going to teach you so many things!”

“Like setting off your mamá!”

“And the melting point of copper!”

“So that you don’t have to find out on your own.”

“Like we did.”

“And it was messy.”

Nice save, Ernesto thinks, snickering just a little as he steps outside, leaving Héctor and the twins to… admire Coco through the glass. He sits on the first seat available, trying to ignore the sensation he just intruded into a celebration he has no right to be part of. But that is not right, he is wanted there. So he ignores it, and takes out his phone to see a text from his mother.

All well? Is she born? I spoke with Imelda’s parents, they said they were coming right away.

Ernesto smiles a little. Yes, all is well. I think. Are babies supposed to be ugly as sin?

Don’t be nasty, mijo. She will look just fine in a few hours. No baby looks their best after going through the birth canal.

Except me.

Of course. You were handsome from the start, she writes back… though after seeing how downright delusional Héctor is, Ernesto is beginning to have doubts over the reliability of that statement. But he doesn’t like to think he was that ugly at any stage of his life - on the chubby side at one point, yes, but never ugly - so he just takes word for it, and texts Imelda instead.

Cute baby, he writes. He figured she may be asleep, but the reply comes within moments.

Liar, she writes, and this time Ernesto laughs out loud, startling a nurse passing by.

***

“Oh, she is beautiful, Imelda.”

Allergic as she is to the mere concept of agreeing with her mother, Imelda has to… well, to agree. Several hours after birth, Coco’s features look… like those of a baby who has not just been squished from all sides while being delivered. Her tiny head is round, her skin no longer grey-ish and mottled, and her tiny hands are clenched into fists as she suckles at her breast.

What remains unchanged was the unspeakable, somewhat frightening love warming her chest to the point she almost thinks it will spill out if she so much opens her mouth to reply. “She’s healthy,” she finds herself saying, stroking the thin black hair on her head with a finger. “It’s all that matters.”

Her mother nods. She is the only one left - her brothers are back in the new shop to look after the shoe orders, Ernesto could not remain much longer without arising questions, and her father has pretty much dragged Héctor back home to sleep a few hours.

“She is. You must be proud.”

“I am.”

“... I'm proud of you.”

The sound in Imelda’s brain sounds very much like that of a record screeching to a halt. She looks up, wondering if she’s just heard wrong. “... What?”

With a huff, her mother turns away. “You heard me.”

“Are you having a stroke?”

“Clearly not.”

Imelda ignores her and reaches for the button by the side of her bed. Later, she will admit to herself she may be just a little high on the painkillers they gave her to deal with the tearing. “Can we have a doctor here, I think my mother is having a--”

“Imelda, por Díos,” her mother groans, rubbing her temples. “That button is not an intercom.”

“... No?” Imelda asks, just as a nurse pops her head through the door.

“Hi! You rang?”

“By accident-- all’s well, thank you,” Imelda’s mother says quickly, causing Imelda to chuckle. At her breast, Coco makes a small displeased sound at the slight misplacement before she settles in again. The nurse leaves, and Milagros turns back to her daughter and granddaughter with a sigh. “Don’t make it harder than it needs to be. You know I’m allergic to being wrong.”

Well, to be entirely fair, it makes two of them. Imelda raises an eyebrow. “Wrong,” she repeats.

“Yes. You know I did not approve of you taking the course in… managing…”

“Business management.”

“Yes, that. And I did not approve of you moving to Mexico City on your own, or starting to make shoes of all things, and I did not approve of your choice of… well…”

“Héctor.”

“... Sí. You know I thought no ill of him, he was always a good young man - a bit of a troublemaker, you have to give me that, though I know he never really did anything terribly wrong - and with the tragedy of his parents... well, I only didn’t think he was in a stable enough situation, or quite suitable to be…” A pause, and she sighs. “... Well. You proved me wrong time and time again. And I am proud.”

Ah. Imelda opens her mouth, but words refuse to come out for a moment.

I wanted to hear this. I always wanted to hear this. I just didn’t know it.

“... Not even a little put out?” she asks instead, raising an eyebrow. In return, her mother rolls her eyes.

“I am absolutely pissed over being wrong all along, thank you for asking,” she informs her, but the scowl melts into a smile and she reaches to gently brush Coco’s thin hair with a finger. Abuela Syndrome, Imelda supposes. It’s almost eerie, like a switch was flipped. “... I worried so much that you’d stretch yourself too thin, break, and that I couldn’t mend the hurt. It’s what mothers do, try to keep our children safe, but we cannot always do it. It’s a lesson I learned the hard way, the sixth or seventh time I had to take your brothers to the emergency room.”

The remarks make Imelda smile a little. “You’d need a jailer to keep them out of trouble.”

A chuckle, and she nods. “Oh, I had to give up. They’ll learn their own way. But you know what you’re doing, Imelda. And if you don’t, you figure it out. If something doesn’t work, you make it work. That’s who you are. Never let anyone tell you what you should or should not do.”

Maybe she did have a stroke, Imelda thinks, trying not to let her mind wander over just how much she wishes she heard those words before, when she was younger, running on sheer spite and terror to fail and have to crawl back to be told that they told her so.

“... Not even you?” she finally asks.

“Por Díos, especially not me.”

And Imelda laughs this time, hard enough for her nipple to slip out of Coco’s mouth. She lets out a wail of protest, and Imelda immediately shifts her, letting her latch on the other breast, which she does immediately. Well, she got the hang of this pretty quickly, at least. There will be no struggling to make her daughter eat, thank God. She’s seen women tearing their hair out over it, with babies who seemed intent on starving to death before they latched to anything.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she finally says. “For me and her both.”

“As long as you’re happy.”

“I am, mamá.”

They’re quiet for the next several minutes, and Imelda watches her daughter suckle, still reeling a little for the unexpected conversation. Somewhere in-between the surprise and the exhaustion, the boundless love for the baby in her arms and the man she made her with, the pride for the life she’s built and the nervousness of the task ahead, her mother’s words seem to echo… along with her own.

“This cannot work,” she told Ernesto, and Héctor, and herself.

If something doesn’t work, you make it work.

If this were more accepted, she had thought.

Never let anyone tell you what you should or should not do. As long as you’re happy.

But there is Coco now, her daughter to think about, first and foremost. Maybe she could make it work, maybe she could shoulder the stigma and disapproval if the truth ever came out - no, she knows she could shoulder it - and maybe deep down she feels it would be worth it… for her. But for Coco… the risk it could wind up harming her daughter in any way is too much to bear.

It’s what mothers do, try to keep our children safe, but we cannot always do it.

But I can. I will. From this, at least. She won’t be mocked on my account.

You know what you’re doing, Imelda. And if you don’t, you figure it out.

I already have. I figured out it had to end, and it’s for the best.

You make it work.

No, not this. I cannot.

Imelda holds her daughter close, hums to her, and does her best to block out her own thoughts.

***

“All right, all right, we’re all set! Come in!”

Héctor hits the record button and steps back, grinning widely. Dante and Pepita can clearly tell Imelda is about to come in, and Dante is leaping across the room in boundless excitement, which makes Héctor very glad he’s put a baby gate in the doorway… plus another baby gate on top of it, because Dante can jump ridiculously high. Not that he thinks he would ever intentionally harm the baby, but he is a large clumsy dog and they’d rather take no chances.

A chuckle, and steps. “Coming in,” Imelda calls out, and she gets to the door first, the rest of her family not far behind, a sleeping Coco strapped to her chest. Dante lets out a howl, his entire butt wriggling frantically, while Pepita makes no noise: she just leaps on Dante’s head first and then on top of the baby gate on top of the other baby gate. She leans in to rub her head against Imelda’s shoulder, purring loudly, then pauses to sniff at the baby.

Coco lets out a gurgling noise. Pepita purrs louder, and Imelda smiles, scratching her behind the ears. “I think we have the first seal of approval,” she says, letting Pepita hop on her shoulders, and she kneels down to let a frantically whining Dante sniff at Coco through the bars.

“Are you certain that is going to hold up?” Imelda’s mother speaks, eyeing the baby gates with no small amount of uncertainty. But the gates are never tested: Dante sits down, the excited tremors dying down, and tries to lick the tiny tuft of black hair on top of Coco’s head. He’s as calm as Héctor had ever seen him, eyes huge and absolutely adoring.

Well. This is going… pretty great. When Imelda settles on the couch, Coco in her arms - she squirms a little and makes tiny noises like a meowing kitten, making Pepita blink, Dante tilt his head and Héctor want to cry - both pets join her, sniffing at the new member of their family so delicately. Dante’s tail is thumping rather violently against the cushions, but Héctor figures that as long as Coco remains on the other side of the dog, it won’t be a problem.

There is a tap on his shoulder, and he turns to see his father-in-law standing by him, holding out a hand to take his phone. “Go sit with them,” Gerardo says. “I’ll take the video.”

Ah, of course-- of course, he should also be in videos with Coco, so that she can look back at them and see him there with her instead of just hearing as a voice out of sight. Although it’s not like he plans to leave anytime soon, so she’s going to see plenty of him.

His parents were gone in the blink of an eye while he was in another town, any video of them together they ever had destroyed, but it won’t ever be the case for him. He will be there.

“... Thanks,” Héctor mutters, and hands over the phone before getting on the couch, struggling a little with Dante for the spot on Imelda’s right side. In the end they reach a compromise - Héctor sits, Dante lays his head across his lap so he can keep sniffing at the baby - and he puts his arm around Imelda’s shoulders, leaning his cheek on her head. “She’s here,” he says, very quietly and trying very hard not to start with the waterworks again.

Imelda nods, her finger gently tapping the tip of Coco’s nose, causing their daughter to blink... and Pepita to immediately bop her nose with a paw as well, causing Coco to let out a squeal.

“Pepita! Don’t-- don’t do that--” Imelda tries to keep her voice stern, but it cracks almost immediately. She laughs hard enough to tear up, and so does Héctor.

“She’s not hurt, is she?” Milagros frets, and their laughter seems to put off and reassure her in equal measure. “Oh, I am not sure so many pets in the house are good for a baby…”

Wait until four chihuahuas join in, Héctor thinks, but he has enough sense not to say out loud. He just stops laughing with a chortle and leans in to kiss Coco’s little head, trying not to think how it suddenly struck him - the realization someone is absent from Coco’s homecoming, and how plain wrong that absence feels.

***

Frankly, as he wakes up sweaty and with a rather painful erection, Ernesto is not sure whether he should be glad his dogs refuse to sleep anywhere but on his bed these days or curse them for it.

On one hand, Zita licking his face has pulled him out of a very pleasant dream which involved one of his favorite types of sandwiches, with Héctor beneath him and Imelda on top of him with what, in the remarkable clarity of his dream, had felt like that slightly bumpy strap-on she kept for great occasions. And being pulled out of a pleasant dream is never fun.

On the other hand, if Zita hadn’t awakened him, he would have probably awakened later with a sticky mess in his boxers and a peculiar sense of humiliation that came with his every single wet dream involving Héctor and Imelda later. Which was to say, every single wet dream lately since they all involved Héctor and Imelda.

I can have Héctor, they said I can sleep with him.

And he has been tempted, sure enough, but every time he tried to work up the courage to suggest any interesting activity they could do together when alone… he simply couldn’t do it. Not like that, not just the two of them; the sense of absence would be too much to bear, and take away any enjoyment he may find in the act.

… Maybe, all things considered, the dogs should have minded their own business and let him have his wet dream in peace. Ernesto drops his head back on the pillow with a groan, reaching to scratch zita behind the ears as she settles on his chest. He should probably head to the bathroom, to take care of the problem either with his fist or with a cold shower, but instead he waits it out, reaching for his phone.

He should check his notifications on Instagram, since he appeared on TV it’s been going off the charts and it never fails to make him feel better. Maybe he should take a selfie with Zita on his chest, the photos along with his dogs are those that get the most attention, closely followed by anything in which he just so happens to be shirtless.

Except that before he can open the camera, a text notification flashes - Héctor.

Hey. Just wanted to thank you again for your help the other day.

Ah. Ernesto stares at the text a moment, then looks at the time. Almost three in the morning.

What are you doing still up?, he types with one hand, still stroking Zita’s head while she noses at his chin.

Coco was hungry.

Oh, of course. That’s what babies do, scream at night for milk. Or to be changed, or to be held, or just to hear their own voice. Ernesto is… rather glad this part of Coco’s life is not his problem. He almost begins typing a response, but he sees Héctor typing as well, so he waits. And waits. And waits.

The typing ceases, then resumes, ceases again. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he’s typing again. You know you can come upstairs anytime you want, he finally writes.

Not anymore, Ernesto thinks, the notion so bitter he can almost taste it. Isn’t Imelda’s family going to be there for the next couple of weeks?

They won’t think anything of it if you come over. They know you’re my best friend.

That is true, of course - if he goes to visit them, it will seem perfectly normal. He is going to be Coco’s godfather, after all. Still, Imelda was so concerned at the idea anyone may know what has been going on… it only makes sense to be cautious. He hesitates, and thank God Héctor writes again before he has to think up an excuse.

How about tomorrow morning? The in-laws are going to take a look at Imelda’s new shop. The twins will show them around, we’re almost sure they won’t cause incidents. I’ll text you when they leave.

That sounds like… a reasonable compromise.

All right, sounds good. Ernesto pauses, and writes again. I’ll take the dogs, he adds.

Of course, they’re going to love her. Dante and Pepita do already. They try to get in whatever room she’s in.

Of course they would, Ernesto thinks with a small smile, and puts the phone down. Another of his dogs - Clara, by the feel of it - noses at his arm, and he reaches to pet her as well. He probably won’t get much sleep before morning but, at least, his problem went away without the need for a cold shower.

“You behave tomorrow,” Ernesto tells Zita, and Zita licks his face.

***

“This is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Héctor’s statement is followed by the click of a camera - a proper camera he just bought, not just his phone, which apparently he decided was not worthy enough to take photos of his baby. Ernesto, who was clearly focused on trying to hold up Coco’s head the way Imelda showed him, scowls.

“What-- you’re supposed to warn me before you take a photo of me! We’ve talked about this!”

“I wasn’t taking a picture of you, I was taking a picture of Coco.”

“With me in it! Let me see-- egh. Delete that immediately.”

“No.”

“I look awful!”

“But she looks cute!”

“Héctor, give me that camera-- Héctor! If you share that on Instagram or anywhere else I swear I'll make your wife a widow and your daughter and orphan!”

As her husband laughs and almost dances out of reach, taking full advantage of the fact Ernesto cannot give chase with a baby in his arms, Imelda chuckles. “The photo looks fine,” she says, looking down at Ernesto’s dogs. They are standing on their hind legs, pawing at their owner’s trousers, clearly desperate to have a good sniff at the newcomer. Coco is responding to their whining with squeaking noises of her own when she’s not trying to fit her entire fist into her mouth, but her gaze stays fixed on Ernesto.

Well, she likes her honorary tío.

“Oh, put her on the sofa!” Héctor exclaims, holding up the camera. He seems determined to use up all the memory card’s space, and Ernesto already had to politely decline an offer to see several photos of her first diaper change at home. “Let them go to her!”

Within a minute, Coco is right in the middle of a snuggle pile consisting of a dog, a cat, and overgrown guinea pigs that Ernesto somehow pass off as dogs. She stares with mild surprise as her father dances around her to capture all angles, and Ernesto laughs, sitting next to Imelda.

It fills the room, that laugh. She missed it. And now that no one else is there and she can try to pretend, for a moment, that this could actually be their normal. The three of them and Coco, under the same roof, unafraid, hiding nothing.

If only it were that simple, Imelda thinks, and tries to block out the part of her trying to tell her that maybe, just maybe, it may work. They could make it work.

And it is frightening, really, how close she comes to believing it.

***

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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 4 years

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21st Century Vampire

One-Shot

Description: Marvel AU where Steve is a vampire who works at a blood donation centre.

Warning: Just mentions of blood, nothing gore.

This one-shot is my entry for @caplanbuckybarnes writing challenge! There are some hilarious prompts on the list! Check it out now!

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Steve Rogers was probably the world's worst vampire. Even after being alive for more than a century now, he was broke. And where did he manage to find work? At a blood donation centre! Disgusting! He was lucky there were very few vampires in LA, or his reputation would have been shredded to bits. A vampire working at a blood donation centre? Humiliating! Dishonorable!

Steve hated working there. The stench of human blood was nauseating, the human beings more so. But unfortunately, the pay was decent and his colleagues were understanding. Nobody questioned his extremely pale skin, or found it weird that Steve never stepped out when the sun was still in the sky. Everybody quietly accepted that he was allergic to garlic without posing any further inquiries.

Working as a receptionist, he led quite a dull life work-wise. There wasn't really much for him to do except ask people to fill forms and sometimes calm down nervous first-time donors. He was generally patient with the humans, always biting back his wincing words, or trying his best to be as sympathetic as possible. Hey, after spending almost a 100 years on the planet, he could try to be a little more patient and a little less condescending.

But his calm and collected facade came crashing down the day you walked into the centre.

Flaunting a latest (and factually incorrect) vampire-teenager-love novel in your hand, you headed towards him and flashed a nervous smile. "Hi, do you guys take blood?"

Steve commended himself on the amount of self control it took not to roll his eyes. "You can donate blood here miss, if that's what you are talking about."

"Yes yes that's what I meant. I want to give blood. Where do I go?" you glanced towards the door beside the reception area.

"Kindly fill this form first ma'am," Steve pushed a familiar document towards you.

You filled it up pretty fast, leaving the space for your blood group blank. "I don't know what my blood group is. Is that okay?"

Calm down Steve, you can do this. "No ma'am that is not okay. When was the last time you took a blood test?"

You only bit your lower lip in response.

"We will have to get a blood report done first, then you can donate ma'am," Steve explained irritably.

You nodded, "Ummm yeah, sure, absolutely. It's not like I am scared of needles or blood or anything. I read vampire fics for a reason, people!" you told a semi-empty waiting room.

Steve squinted his eyes at you, "Are you scared, miss?"

You paused for a bit, then pointed at your book, "Yeah… But you know if I can handle the blood sucking scene in the book, I can surely handle a machine sucking my blood, right?" you tried laughing but only a dry sound escaped your throat.

Steve couldn't take it anymore. He hated novels that portrayed vampires as just human blood sucking creatures. He rolled his eyes at her, "That book is the worst kind of literature you can read. It is full of false information. Do yourself a favour and throw it in the bin."

A frown creased your forehead as you let his spiteful words sink in, "Who cares? It is still a great novel! And all the places that the author has mentioned exist in real life! So I don't know what you are talking about."

"Really? Just the real places are important to you? What about all the incorrect facts about vampires?" Steve replied hotly.

"What about it? The author has portrayed vampires in a completely different light!" you exclaimed.

Steve laughed an empty laugh, "Oohhh no! Vampires are NOT featured differently in that novel or in any other works throughout the world! They do not crave human blood. Infact, vampires hate human blood and everything to do with humans!"

"Oh yeah? And how do you know so much about vampires?"

On any other day, Steve would have backed down, claimed himself as a vampire enthusiast and accepted his defeat, but not today. Not on the full moon night he knew would turn Bucky into a tamed werewolf. He knew by the time he would reach home, Bucky would have eaten his carpets, bumped his head against himself in the mirror, ripped his stuffed toys and then cried over them. Today he had to deal with an emotional Bucky for the entire night.

Then there was you. So stubborn to accept the truth that you were willing to argue with a complete stranger about your cursed book.

The sheer stench of human blood added to the horrible cocktail of things that flipped off Steve.

Today would be the day Steve would lose his patience.

"BECAUSE I AM A VAMPIRE!" he screamed at the room.

His announcement was followed by pin-drop silence.

Unable to bear it anymore, he started his rant, "Do you think we vampires hunt humans? Of course not! There are so many of you guys in the world that it never was, is not and will never be considered as a sport! And no, our skin doesn't sparkle in the sunlight like freaking diamonds! Our sensitive skin gets burnt in the sunlight!"

His thin chest heaved as he struggled to maintain his breath, "No garlic and silver can kill us! We are all allergic to garlic. And silver gives us rashes on our skin. But do you know what is the worst part of being a vampire? The immortality! I am a 100-years-old vampire who is still somehow broke! And where did I finally manage to find work? At a freaking disgusting blood donation centre!"

You had moved away from his desk, afraid of his sudden outburst.

The door next to the reception area opened as a tall, dark man poked his head out. "Is everything okay out here?" Dr Sam Wilson asked, taking in the scene before him.

Steve was still panting as the others in the waiting room just looked at him in shock. A few had their phones out and seemed to be recording something.

"Dr. Wilson," somebody asked, "Is it true what this man said? Is he really a vampire?"

Sam looked at Steve, lines of exasperation evident on his face, "Ma'am, vampires, witches, wizards, werewolves etc do not exist in the real world."

He turned to Steve, "Steve, what's going on?"

"He just told us all that he was a vampire," you said, "Went on quite a detailed rant about it."

"Steve," Sam managed to say in a bitter tone.

"Why have you hired such wackos doc?" a man asked from the crowd.

"I am not a wacko!" Steve retaliated, "I am a vampire!"

"Then turn into a bat now!" the same guy challenged him.

"Huh! Vampires can't turn into bats. Some vampires liked to have bats as pets earlier," Steve defended his point.

"Steve, pack your things. You are fired," said a grim Sam.

"But I really am…"

"Steve, I have tolerated your outbursts in the past. I am not going to forgive you again. This is an highly unprofessional and unacceptable behaviour. You are fired effective immediately," Sam stood his ground.

Steve scoffed. So much for telling the truth.

He gathered his things and left, mad at himself, mad at the world, mad at Dr Erskine for turning him into a vampire just so that he could join the army.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice as you caught up with him. "Hey," you softly said to get his attention.

Steve jumped. You quietly chuckled at his reaction. "Aren't vampires supposed to be aware of their surroundings?"

He threw you a disgusted look and kept on walking.

"Hey wait!" you called out after him. "Are you really a vampire?"

He looked at you at that moment. The sincerity in your eyes softened his. "Yeah," he muttered.

"Can you keep a secret?" you whispered.

Steve leaned in closer to you. "I am a witch."

He looked upwards, rolled his eyes and started walking again.

"Wait! Don't you believe me?"

"No I don't! And I really enjoyed the joke. So thank you!" he shouted back.

You saw his dark silhouette become a small dot on the horizon as a plan formed in your head. A vampire was maybe just the missing piece of the puzzle. You already had a speedster, a magician who practised the dark arts, a man with superhuman strength, another who could spin spider webs through his hands and lastly, a man who could fly.

You smiled at yourself. An army of some of the strongest men on Earth was just what you needed to start a revolution. An army of men, led by you, the Scarlet Witch.

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starshinegoblin · 5 years

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My Fated One

Notes: I originally wrote this for #XichenWeek2020 for day 2 (prompts: weapon, regret, and soulmate ) but I decided to write a different one. So here is the original idea that I rejected. In this au, every has soulmates but they don’t know that they are until one of them says their fated ones courtesy or birth name. When they do the soulmark will appear in their soulmates handwriting as a tattoo. It’s called a living tattoo because if you take blockers scar lines lines will go over the name. If a soulmate dies the name remains. Also, in this one Jiang Cheng is the older brother and Wei Wuxian is younger. Jiang Cheng is still a year younger than Lan Xichen though.

Thank you @ruensroad for the soul mark idea for Jiang Cheng ♥

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"I am soooo sorry, Xichen-ge!" Wei Wuxian whined as he rushes up to him only to come to a stop in front of him. His newly cut short hair stuck out in all directions and his face is flushed from running from the parking lot. Wei Wuxian rests his hands on his knees trying to get his breathing under control.

"It's alright, A-Wuxian." Lan Xichen chuckles as the other man stands up finally wiping the sweat off his forehead, giving him a charming smile.

"I had really meant to be here on time. I've just been working so hard on this current project." Wei Wuxian explained. Lan Xichen nodded in understanding. He too had gone through the same experience when he went to college.

"It's alright, really. No need to stress." Lan Xichen said trying to reassure the other. Wei Wuxian laughed, taking hold of Lan Xichen's suitcase.

"We are so glad to have you back, Xichen-ge." Wei Wuxian beamed as the two of them headed out of the airport. "I know that Lan Zhan has missed you a lot since you went to New York."

"I've missed him but I needed the change of scenery." Lan Xichen stated. The two of them stepped outside. A beautiful day with sun out bright and the cool crisp March air made him smile in happiness to be home. It truly felt good to be back in his home country.

"Well New York was a definite change. But you’re back now and that’s all that matters. We’ve missed your smiling face." Wei Wuxian stated letting the conversation go as they approached his car. They both knew why he needed the time away. Lan Xichen’s long time boyfriend had met his soulmate on a business trip and the break up had been horribly messy. He shook his head reminding himself not to go down that road of regret. He hated that he ended things the way he did with A-Yao but he’d have to continue to live with his choices.

As the two of them got into Wei Wuxian’s car, Wei Wuian’s phone went off with several rapid fire texts. Lan Xichen watched in amusement the other is in answering his texts. A gleeful smile swept across Wei Wuxian’s face as he texted back whomever it was. Just as he’s about to check his own phone, Wei Wuxian lets out a snort followed by a giggle before realizing that they’re still sitting in the airport parking lot with the car still turned off.

“I’m sorry, Xichen-ge. It was my brother. Are you in the mood for something to eat? Lan Zhan said that he’d meet us there.”

“Uh sure.” Lan Xichen nodded making his brother’s boyfriend giggle again. He watched Wei Wuxian send a few more texts before setting his phone finally turning the car on before pulling out of the parking lot.

“So we are we going?” Lan Xichen asked as he looked out the window.

“You’re not allergic to cats are you?” Wei Wuxian asked instead of answering him.

“Uh..no?” Lan Xichen answered, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

“Good!” Wei Wuxian replied and before he could inquire more Wei Wuxian started talking about what he’d missed in New York.

“We are here.” Wei Wuxian exclaimed as they pulled into the parking spot in front of a cafe. Lan Xichen peered out the window to take in the sight of the building. A simple electric sign that read, Katz Kafe. The front side of the building has two bay windows in between the entrance. In both windows he could see several cats already sunbathing in the window hammocks.

“This is cute.” Lan Xichen replied, unbuckling his seat belt.

“Yeah, my brother likes to think he doesn’t like cute things but he does. This is one of his favorite places to come too. They also allow you to adopt the cats inside.” Wei Wuxian replied before getting another text as the two of them got out of the car. Before Lan Xichen can say anything else.

“Uh, Xichen-ge, Lan Zhan says that there aren’t any driver’s available. Why don’t I go get him? He’s just down the block. It won’t take long and my brother is already inside.” Wei Wuxian asks him looking over the hood of his car.

“Uh, sure that’s fine.”

“Great! A-Cheng is the one that’ll be in a dark plum suit like a body guard...because he is one actually! He’s just got off the job, and he will not be holding a rather adorable calico cat named Sushi.”

“I’m guessing he’s planning on not adopting Sushi.”

“You’d be correct.” Wei Wuxian winks putting his sunglasses back on as he gets into his car.

A thin smile spread across Lan Xichen’s face as he stepped inside. He carefully made sure to shut the door so none of the cats would escape not that they'd want too. The walls are painted a stark white with beautifully colored paintings placed perfectly to go around the wall perches and bridges for the cats to play. The inside of the café is breathtaking and immaculate despite all of the cats. An open terrarium in the center of the room boasts a beautiful willow tree in the center of it allows for the cats to roam its branches for the hanging beds in the shape of bird cages. He spots a lovely mackerel tabby in one watching him. Below the tree is an indoor pond for them to play and hunt in. He can see the small golden fish swimming around in the water. A mixture of couple's tables and group tables surround the terrarium. The tables looked hand crafted with what look like natural paw prints in the stain and the chairs are a mixture of different styles. At the back of the building is where the massive counter and kitchen are.

That’s when he spots the table with the dark plum suit jacket hanging off one of it’s chairs with an unfinished boba tea and a pair of sunglasses. He walks towards the table feeling like this is where Wei Wuxian’s brother should be at. When he reaches the table he looks around again and spots a man in a black button down with black slacks on and black dress shoes, laying down behind the tree. The man’s head is pillowed by an arm with his eyes closed breathing steadily with a rather adorable calico kitten loafing on his chest. It’s face curled down into him.

That must be him. Lan Xichen thought. He crossed the room properly to get to the other man and the cat. He stayed quiet deciding that instead of standing he’d rather sit. So he sits down facing them wondering if Wei Wuxian’s brother had truly fallen asleep. After no response, he moves to let his hand prop up his head. His eyes tracing the sharp jawline, elegant neck, and the well sculpted form hidden beneath the clothes.

“Is there something you need?” the man’s timbered voice asks, sounding annoyed. Lan Xichen’s eyes widen and he wills the heat trying to rise to his cheeks not to rise. It’d be embarrassing for him to be caught gawking.

“Wondering if this is the famous Sushi, I’ve heard so much about from Wei Wuxian.” Lan Xichen asks sitting up straighter as the other’s eyelids slide open revealing gorgeous sapphire eyes. The glare that’d been leveled at him by the other man melted away to a look of brief confusion before realization set in.

“You’re... Lan Wangji’s bro...ther.” Wei Wuxian’s brother stuttered, flushing a beautiful shade of red, as he gently moved the tiny loaf of cat on his chest into the crook of his left arm before sitting up facing Lan Xichen.

“Yes.” Lan Xichen chuckles reaching out his hand to shake the others, “Lan Xichen.”

“Jiang Wanyin.” Jiang Wanyin said taking the offered hand with a thin smile.

“Well, Jiang Waynin, I tsch-” Lan Xichen starts confident with a bright smile liking the other’s name on his lips but ends up hissing as sharp burning pain spreads from the crook on the left side of his neck where it meets his shoulder, like he’s been struck with a hot fire poker. He knows that it’s his soul mark coming alive on his skin as a living tattoo.

“Fuck.” Jiang Wanyin curses jerking his arm back as Lan Xichen reaches up to his own neck. He watches as Jiang Wanyin shakily sets the cat down in his lap to peel back the sleeve of his right arm. The burning sensation is already fading. His eyes, taking in the way the soul mark is written in his own elegant handwriting containing his name, Lan Xichen, on that smooth sun kissed skin. “What the…” Jiang Wanyin looks up at him with wide eyes that flick to his neck no doubt seeing his own name there for the world to see with him wearing a v-neck and over sized cardigan.

“You’re my fated one.” Lan Xichen says blindly what he’s thinking.

#My Modern Soulmate AU #xicheng #lan xichen #jiang cheng #wei wuxian #mentions of lan wangji #modern au #soulmate au #fluffish #first meeting #kitten love #cat cafe #bodyguard! Jiang Cheng #Director! Lan Xichen #I hope you all enjoy it

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thejilyship · 5 years

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Blind Dates and Good Graces

I wrote a one shot!

I know, what? I don’t do that very often. And when I do, I write them in one go and very spur of the moment.This one was inspired by a prompt, but very loosely so I’m not going to bother posting the prompt.

Summary: Mary wants to set Lily up with a stranger. She’s not interested because she’s not in the market to get murdered, but also because she’s crushing on someone else. Mary, however, won’t let up.

college/texting au

WC: 2.2K

ff.net | ao3

Lily sat down in her lab seat with a dramatic sigh. She should shove her phone into her bag and ignore her friends for the next two hours. She should pull out her notebook and look over her notes from last class. She should, quite possibly, get new friends all together and just call it with Mary. They’d had a good ten years of friendship, but all good things come to an end eventually, and maybe this was the anthill that they couldn’t get over.

But instead, she pulled out her phone and continued to feed the troll.

Mary: You never do anything I tell you. It’s not fair.

Marlene: It’s like you don’t trust her, Lily

Lily: Marlene, stay out of this, you’re not helping

Mary: I feel like you don’t TRUST ME

Lily: See what you did?

Marlene: She just wants you to meet the bloke. What’s the worst that could happen?

Marlene: Pretend I didn’t say that

Mary: Why would you say that??? Men are the worst, literally anything could happen at any time!

Lily: Men are the worst. So why do you want me to go out with one of them?

Lily: One that I’ve never met before?

Mary: yes, I understand your very valid points, but! I have met him, and he is hilarious and charming and dorky and sweet and exactly the kind of guy that you’d like

Lily: This conversation is making me itchy

Marlene: Come on, Mary. You know Lily is allergic to dating, lay off a bit

Mary: Who’s side are you on, Marlene?

Marlene: idk and idC

Lily: Alright, class is starting. You can harass me later

Mary: Just agree to meeting him! I can be there! It doesn’t have to be a date!

Lily shut off her phone and pushed it to the far corner of her desk. Once it was no longer in her hands, she went about getting ready for class.

“Lo, Evans,” She turned and smiled at the boy who took a seat next to her. The boy who was probably the real reason that she didn’t really want anything to do with Mary’s hilarious and charming boy.

“Afternoon, Potter,” He smiled back at her and pushed his hair back, away from his forehead and then ruffled it up. He was always doing that, but Lily, who had spent much time inspecting his hair during the course of their shared class, thought that it would probably have been just as unruly if he hadn’t. She thought it looked soft too.

And one time, he’d dropped his pencil and she leaned over to get it for him just a second after he had, and she got a face full of his hair. It smelled amazing. She couldn’t identify the smell, but whatever it was, she wanted to smell it again.

“You ready for lecture?” He asked, putting his notebook on an angle so he was facing her as much as he was facing the board. He’d been doing that lately. Lily ducked her head and smiled to herself as she dug through her bag for a pen.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” She said. This wasn’t anyone’s favorite lecture, and it was a long one. But at some point in the last couple of weeks, this had been the class that Lily was most looking forward to.

Her phone started buzzing again and Lily closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head.

“What’s going on there?” James asked, glancing at her phone and then going back to doodling. “Sounds like someone really wants to talk to you.”

“Yeah, it’s my friend Mary. And probably Marlene too. They’re harassing me.”

“Ah,” He smiled, adding more lines to his doodle. “And what are they harassing you about?”

Lily felt herself flush a little and she started tapping her pen on the table. “Mary wants to set me up on a blind date.” She blurted out.

“A blind date? I didn’t know people still did those.”

“Right?” Lily relaxed now that he seemed to be agreeing with her. “And she won’t let it go. But I don’t want to go out with someone that I don’t even know. That sounds terrible.”

“It does sound terrible.” James put his pencil down and ran a hand through his hair. “So she’s not listening to you then? I mean, I assume you’ve told her that you don’t want to do it.”

Her phone buzzed again.

“Of course she’s not listening!” Lily pulled her phone over to her again.

Mary: He and his mates are throwing a party this weekend

Marlene: I like parties

Mary: I was invited and you could come with me and Reggie! That would be a super lowkey way to meet him

Mary: Marlene, I was talking to Lily, not you.

Marlene: Sometimes I feel like you don’t love me

Mary: there’s no need to be dramatic

Marlene: Really? I thought that was kind of our MO

Mary: Okay, but our MO is like fight club. We don’t talk about it

Marlene: Why do you want Lily to date this boy so much?

Mary: I don’t even know! I normally am a strong advocate for everyone staying single as long as they can, otherwise you end up like me, married and boringly monogamous at a ridiculously young age, but I just feel like they’re supposed to know each other

Mary: Does that make sense?

Marlene: I guess

Marlene: You def got married to young

Mary: Yeah, why did you let me do that

Marlene: Because you and Reggie are soulmates and it made your taxes cheaper

Mary: Right, I forgot about the monetary advantages

Mary: LILY! YOURE BACK! I CAN SEE YOU

Marlene: not for long if you keep yelling at her!

Lily: I’m in class. I’m going to mute you both if you don’t stop.

Marlene: Don’t be jealous, Lily. Mary and I can talk without you if we want

Mary: Yeah, and we can talk about you if we want

Lily: I’m busy this weekend. I’m not going to any party with you

Mary: What are you doing this weekend? I live with you. I know you don’t do shit.

Lily: I DO LOTS OF THINGS

She clicked off the screen and pushed it away again with another huff.

James chuckled. “She’s still not letting up?”

“No,” Lily whispered, as their professor had now started the lecture. “Now she wants me to go to a party he’s throwing with his friends this weekend. I don’t know him or his friends, why do I want to go to their party?”

“I wouldn’t want to go to a party where I don’t know anyone,” James once again, agreed with her and she sat up straighter.

“Exactly! See, why can’t Mary agree with me like you do!”

“She’s probably not trying to get in your good graces.” He said this a bit quieter and Lily bit her tongue.

“And what makes you think you’re not already in my good graces?”

James let out a breathy laugh and pretended as though he was paying attention to the professor. “Alright, but her position in your good graces is probably a lot more secure than mine. If I started needling you to go to a party this weekend and meet new people, then you might just stop talking to me. Our history only goes back a couple weeks.”

“Well before you came in, I was mentally tallying the pros and cons of never speaking to Mary again so, you’re probably right.” She cleared her throat to keep from laughing and then leaned a bit closer to him so she wouldn’t have to talk as loud. “I’m not a stick in the mud or anything, normally I like going out and making new friends, but she’s just being… I don’t know. She never acts like this- I mean she’s always very loud and in your face- but she never wants me to date people!” She shook her head and glared at her phone again.

“Can I ask you something?”

Lily frowned at him, but nodded.

“Do you, uh, have feelings for this girl? For Mary, I mean?”

Lily smiled, pressing her lips together. “I get asked that quite often, actually.” She shook her head. “And I suppose that would be one explanation for why I’m so upset about this. But no, I just don’t like her being pushy. I mean if I did have feelings for her, I’d probably be much more upset about the fact that she’s married than her trying to set me up with someone I don’t know.”

“Married? Okay, I have one more question now.” He brow was knit together. “Is her name Mary MacDonald?”

Lily frowned at him and blinked a few times before she nodded her head. “You know Mary?”

“I play football with Reggie.” His furrowed brow relaxed, and he started smiling. “You know, my mates and I are throwing a party this weekend.”

Lily was still frowning.

“Do you think…” She started but then shook her head because that would be impossibly and ridiculous. “No.” She kept shaking her head. “Maybe,” She looked back at him and bit the tip of her tongue.

“She hasn’t been trying to set me up with anyone,” James put his hands up, “So she might be trying to introduce you to Remus. I doubt it’d be Sirius or Peter. She’s always arguing with Sirius and Peter is a little frightened of her, so they don’t talk much. But she has a couple classes with Remus. Could be him.”

Lily’s frown was still in place and her heart was beating too quickly. “Is Remus hilarious and charming and dorky and sweet?” Her voice was too quiet, but he heard her, and he was smirking.

“Well see, that sounds like me.” But then his hand was in his hair. “But yeah, I suppose Remus is pretty great too.”

“Hold on,” Lily reached out and pulled her phone close, keeping it on the desk so it wasn’t too obvious to any TA who might be looking that she was on her phone.

There were more texts between Mary and Marlene about how difficult Lily could be and how she was such a jealous girl when it came to their friendship and Lily rolled her eyes.

Lily: Hey, quick quesh

Lily: I’m in my lab, sitting next to James Potter and he told me that he plays football with Reggie and that you, Mary, know him and his friends, who are throwing a party this weekend

Lily: Could this mystery guy you’ve been trying to get me to go out with be my lab partner???????

Mary: YOU’RE SITTING NEXT TO HIM! RIGHT NOW!

Lily: YES! WTF MARY? WHAT IS GOING ON?

Mary: Does he know that I’m trying to set the two of you up? I haven’t told him yet, I knew that you would be more difficult to convince

Marlene: Wait, what is going on?

Marlene: Lab boy is the boy Mary wants you to date?

Marlene: How perfect!

Mary: Perfect?

Marlene: Yeah, Lily’s been crushing on lab boy for weeks now

Mary: you fancied someone and you didn’t tell me??

Lily: I don’t fancy him

Lily: I didn’t tell Marlene that I fancy him

Lily: I just sit next to him

Marlene: And stare at his hair

Lily: He’s got really nice hair!

Mary: I KNOW THIS! I WAS TRYING TO SET YOU TWO UP AND NOW I AM VINDICATED BECAUSE YOU’VE ALREADY MET HIM AND YOU FANCY HIM! I WAS RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD ALWAYS LISTEN TO ME.

Lily: Why must you be like this. I’ll talk to you later

Marlene: Yeah! Get it girl!!!

Mary: twirl that hair, flutter those lashes

Lily: LEAVE ME ALONE

She clicked off her screen again and clicked her tongue before turning back to James. “So yeah, she was trying to set me up with you.”

He was looking up at the board, a smirk on his lips.

The both of them took a few minutes to write down some of the notes that they’d missed of the last fifteen minutes or so.

Then he cleared his throat. “So?”

She turned toward her.

“So?”

“Any interest in coming to the party now?” He was still smiling, and his smile was a bit contagious, so she found herself smiling too.

She shifted in her seat. “You know, I might be interested. I mean, you’re not a stranger anymore so I don’t have that excuse anymore.”

“I’m not. And I’m in your good graces.”

“For now.”

“For now.” He agreed and she laughed.

“I can’t believe this.”

“It is quite the coincidence.” James nodded. He laughed quietly and shook his head. “You know, I was going to invite you to the party before you started saying how much you didn’t like going to parties where you didn’t know people.”

“I don’t like being Mary and Reggie’s third wheel- Though Marlene wants to come… wait, you were?”

James nodded, turned back toward her. “Yeah,” He smiled. “Actually, I wanted to start with dinner.”

“I like food.” Lily grinned.

“You do?” James chuckled. “Well were you planning on eating any after class?”

She snorted. “I think so.”

“You think I can take you out? Even though Mary’s been harassing you about me?”

“Fuck Mary.” Lily waved her hand and James laughed. “I’d really like to go out with you.”

She could already hear Mary singing a song about how she was right and now Lily would have to listen to everything she ever said.

#jily #au jily #fel writes #jily fic #Mary MacDonald #lary

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onf-headcanons · 4 years

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ONF in Demon AU

A/N : Is clearing idea dumps from drafts, this would be the second version of modern AU

Hi, does anyone remember the idea of illegitimate child of Satan from here and a random Lucifer!Hyojin moodboard here?

ALSO YOU TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS IN A REVERSE WAY, ANGEL AU (where reader is a reincarnation version fragment of Archangel but this one idea dump/establishment will be done for another day)

ALSO you can totally imagine it as deity AU, example that you are Zeus reincarnation but you awaken late and you need to stop Kronos for his rampage. Or even you are Odin and you need to stop Modern version Ragnarok this time. And ONF members could be tie with other Greek/Roman gods. This one will be fun should OH MY GIRL and B1A4 are tied in too. Its just idea I am not sure if I will expand this. But discussions are welcome

(There is no harm to think it as late Victorian or any other era you like, it is just I felt it is better to write in a familiar timeline as I dont want to do something wrong)

So below are just a few establishment for the AU, I am not gonna divide this into 2 scenarios so warning this is going to be long post.

Ok even though I did mentioned illegitimate or forgotten child. This is plausible for your family comes from bloodline that related to demonXhuman ancestors.

Also it truly depends on you. Making into a throne inheritance war or

Reader come of age and their soul are reincarnated royal demon (not neccesary Satan) so there are some demons/demoness guarding you from you are still a child (kinda like those 2 characters from Good omens or Maleficent)

for the above idea, readers magical heritage only awaken once they pass a certain birthday 16, 18 or 20 or 21, up to you. So you suddenly can see mythical creatures.

It could be your bloodline awakened but you are not that qualified to ascend throne or because of your human blood you cannot hide yourself from angel/demon hunter so you have your own demon guardians

Lets say you are imagining on something big world building, again derived from the establishment for familiar au, it is definitely plausible for you to have other "candidates" and they have their demonic godparents/guardians as well

Example, should you go for inheritance war type, maybe you have a distant related sibling(s). It will be fun if you, have ONF members as your guardians while your sibling(s) have other kpop groups. Presumably to name, Dreamcatcher, ONEUS, ATEEZ, PENTAGON or ASTRO... in short its totally flexible.

To add, (and this is an idea i use to draft for fake pilot episode for a homework I worked), you could tally idols and number of idols you wanna integrate into the story to "Lesser Ley of Solomon", linking your bloodline towith King Solomon (*disclaimer, loosely based mythically). 72 demons, how many demons for 1 person is totally depend on you. Whether number of demons/demoness one have on their side equals to their power/ability (or even how many support they obtain) is up to you.

(and disclaimer I am not Christian this is just an idea dump so dont start cultural bashing. again this ia just an idea dump and I am not planning to touch sensitive issues yet.)

Ok enough world building, lets move to story wise.

You could be growing in orphanage it adds more mystery of your bloodline/heritage or similar to the familiar au, living with your family but your family later died on accident. Your parents bloodline combine making you are the perfect vessel for the reincarnation or maybe its a tradition like every 100 hundred years you will reincarnate or something. Again its flexible.

The moment you realize you are seeing things was you noticed similar aura of each person appeared on similar day. You might not get to see who is watching before you actually confronted to the air that you will contact the police

You might really go file a report but after several times the police be like dear there is no a single soul stalking you tho

then out of depressed, you accidentally get yourself into accident and your demon guardian shows up.

Or, because you started to able to see mythical creatures. Mythical creatures starts to notice your existence as well. And that somewhat gives off your location to other candidates through gossiping (should this is inheritance war type of story). Then your guardian show up to protect you when you are attacked by rival sibling’s demons.

Could be you visited some witch to get your ability to see mythical creatures covered up? Recommended by a friendly non related sibling or a friend you made/could be angel?

You thought you only got one but it surprised you that you actually got 7 (later 6)

As this was different from summoning because they are guardians either assigned or volunteered. There is no need for you to provide them anything. And different from familiar au, there is no need to leave them in your home. To ensure your safety they must follow you 247

For now I would be thinking our boys actually guards you in a daily shift. Example, Hyojin on Monday, Changyoon on Tuesday, Seungjun on Wednesday, Jaeyoung on Thursday, Minkyun on Friday, Yuto on Saturday, Minseok on Sunday. (after Minseok departs, the other members rotate themselves to do the Sunday shift)

Since their shift are like that, you sometimes take chance to hangout with them. Eating out with Hyojin, Arcades with Yuto. mostly happens Sunday.

I am thinking it might be fun which your predecessors of the throne are very eager to get the throne, you are just trying to keep out of trouble. So in another way, demon ONFs get to experience the modern human world in a more chill way, it was not just guarding you, but also trying to experience human world. You could like summon them?/keep them by your side just like a normal sibling (Especially if you are the type that grow up alone without any siblings)'

Cues in ONF members actually understand your preference and remembers them very well. So you could not help relying on them as days pass by.

You are defo gonna get an ultimate rival and a friend that shares the same circumstances as you. Maybe the first rival sibling ends up being your friend after they know you are not intending to compete. But there are some rivals are more aggressive out there.

Could be you knew a few demon hunters but they know you meant no harm and then they just let you go

It will be more fun if existences of your kind triggers inner civil war between demon hunters/angels. Because there is also some distant “siblings” of yours wish to live their live quietly but some parties does not agree of letting your kind roaming free and feeling the bloodline must end.

Should you are the type to compete for your birthright (because you are too irritated of people keep coming to kill you non stop). They are happy to serve you till the end as you embracing your darker side. (Well I am not sure to give ONF members and reader loveline here so I will not talk about it for now)For this version, to explain Minseok’s departure , I would prefer that Minseok is back at hell to be your team’s spy, monitoring all political moves and changes.There are still bottom line morality, you are not really slaughtering your way through. But you do make sure the other party wont come to look for trouble anymore.They are going to train you to make sure you are ready. Fighting in physical and magic.That friendly sibling joins on training you too.

You are definitely getting strict critiques from Hyojin and Seungjun during the beginning of your training.

My preferences, you get a friendly sibling(s) where their demon guardians end up being BFF with yours. (RTK and MIXNINE side effect, sorry)

Characterization should be the same as those I have established from the familiar au. Just the world building and some settings that are slightly different.

Hyojin is to keep the trait of his preference on human food

Changyoon is to keep his nagging trait

Seungjun might help you with studies (not solidify him as a nerd but there is tendency that he will)

Jaeyoung is more to the body guard type

Minkyun defo gonna make friends with stray animals (either you house ends up becoming pet shelter, you becoming a foster mom for animals or you cannot keep any because you are allergic but mental supporting Minkyun is up to you)

Yuto definitely is the quiet but alert type same goes with Minseok

My preference stereotype for them would be the cinnamon rolls that would kill

Sometimes they might go.. “ I am a known demon back in hell but why I am doing this babysitting shit?”

But then ends up enjoying stuffs human does lol

Changyoon enjoying TikTok lol, they got famous because of their contents.

Defo gonna have movie night.

It will be funny if ONFs as demons themselves, got scared at the monsters/ghosts seen in horror movies. Bonus if you actually not scared of horror movies. And they are gonna question you out of disbelief like why the hell are you not scared? How can you not even flinch a single bit?

Reason : monsters and ghosts imagined by human beings do not look the same based on their knowledge.

They sometimes show themselves to other humans but rarely. Mostly just being the unseen follower behind you.

Cues in sometimes they forgot they are invisible, and picks up something from the mart and it gave people a fright. Example, Changyoon or Minkyun passes through a nice outfit and just took the hanged outfit out to place in front of himself, only to realise what he did after looking into a mirror nearby

Hmm my thoughts, Jaeyoung and Minseok would be the ones who would always their visiblity when you are out with them.

Hyojin and Changyoon would be the ones who prefer to keep their invisibility

Copying from familiar au, should you attend college or university, people might thought some members of demon!ONF are your boyfriend.

At first when they changed pattern starts to live close to you, they could not get the concepts of moral of human being well. You will be guiding them.

Could happen that you are so pissed off by someone at work and you could not help but ranting when you are at home.

(Of course the demon!ONF on that day saw what happened but you did insist on them to not do anything)

They might go like : “ Should I kill them for you?”

You : “What?”

Random ONF member : “I can do it to make look like an accident you know.”

You : “OMG NO”

You : “You know maybe you can try to mend things when they are trying to frame me on purpose.”

Random ONF member : “Gotcha”

For the you are not competing scenario, they would be always keeping you safe from harm until you died. Should you get married, you let them participated as relatives/friends. Cues in they even help you take care of your child later on. It could be even fun if you child does not inherit bloodline but they can see ONF members

I will stop here will write another post should i have more ideas to add.

Welp of course for a third option scenario, would be you being a supporter the friendly sibling of yours. You just wanna stay safe so you acted like an advisor role for that candidate, helping them to gain power but not participating directly. Like I said its flexible

For this one I would like to write it as you are just trying to chill with your quiet life but demon hunter, angels and aggressive candidates keeping coming at you.

Also for this one I would link to the point of unfavorable and forgotten child part.

Less favourable child gets assigned with less powerful or less aggressive demons

So for this story ONF aren't high class fighter demons at all. But they do excel in magics.

In opposite, you could the one who knows how to fight maybe because you are quite rebellious in personality.

The moment you found out there 3 parties wanna kill you and innocent less aggressive candidates, you snapped.

Maybe some candidates heard of your friendly sibling name and they rushed over to seek help. End up bump into you instead.

You : what kind of dad is *your biological demon dad name*?"

Cues in Demon ONF keep calming you down because they are afraid that rumours of you belittling your demon father might make their king angry

But you have your attitude and no shit is given. Because you understand that your life your destiny is in your own hands.

You : I wanted a peaceful life alone but now I have to deal with Angels, hunters and a bunch of siblings that I never met , never knew about each other, who all wants me dead.

You : its not fair.

To end it once and for all, you suggested to the friendly sibling to find other candidates that do not have any intentions to compete for throne. Form allies with them so that later own they could get votes for the throne and the rest of the gang could get a decorative chill title while living a peaceful life

Also suggested to the sibling of yours make use of the allies to protect less aggressive candidates

It worked politically. As most of the candidates work on slaughtering others to cut secure birthright, your ideal and policy of strengthen inner then tackle threat gain more favour. Finally your sibling gets the throne.

And you and your other members of allies might get duke duchess or something

This version of story would have and need slot of mind games. Political games as well. (Will be interesting to write but there will waaaaaay too much characters to take note.)

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goodnightkisseu · 5 years

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Lee Hoseok - By My Side

→ pairing: lee hoseok (wonho) x reader

→ genre: fluff, guardian angel!au

→ word count: 3217

→ warnings: none~

→ summary: your parents always thought that Hoseok was the name of your imaginary friend. In reality, he was your guardian angel. However, sometimes... sometimes he was a bit... overprotective...

→ masterlist // guardian masterlist // monsta x masterlist

note: I reblogged the masterlist post about this yesterday, but I’m doing a mini-collab with @prettywordsyouleft and @this-song-thats-only-for-you! There was a ‘who is your monsta x guardian angel based on your sign’ post going around on twitter, so the members we’re writing for are based off our results from that! Admittedly, there’s a running joke amongst us that I always get Wonho in those, but I am not going to complain XD We’ll each be doing one post each and I’m the first one up! Please enjoy~! ^^

- ash <3

"Your daughter… she's got quite the… imagination. The entire time she was here, she couldn't stop talking about someone named Hoseok. Apparently, he's a good friend of hers," your neighbor relayed to your mother when she came to pick you up, the lightest giggle escaping the woman's lips.

An apologetic look was plastered all over your mother's face, but you were too young to understand her concerns at the time. "I'm so sorry. Hoseok is… he's her imaginary friend. She talks about him a lot at home as well. I don't feel right about correcting her just yet. She's still so young…"

Your neighbor shook her head. "No, don't discourage her. It's good for her to have an imagination! It means that your daughter is creative. And honestly, it seemed like my Hyunwoo had a wonderful time playing with her and Hoseok. Let me know if you need me to watch her again, okay? She's always welcome here," she reassured your mother, and after another slew of 'thank you's, your mother took you home.

As most children aged, they let go of their imaginary friends. It was a natural part of growing up. But for you, it wasn't so simple. Your parents had hoped that by the time that you turned seven that you would stop mentioning Hoseok altogether. They hoped that your friends at school would drive away the imaginary one in your mind, yet his name still left your lips. At first, you didn't quite understand why it was such a big deal to them. Hoseok felt very real to you, so the fact that they kept telling you he didn't really exist was… strange. You were young, so you didn't quite know how to voice to them that he felt very much alive, very much like a real person in your life. It wasn't until you were a little older when you understood why you could see him, feel him, but your parents couldn't.

Hoseok was your guardian angel.

To ease your parents' concerns, you never spoke his name out loud again, but Hoseok never disappeared. He was always by your side, helping you through each hardship that you faced. Every time you had a hard decision to make, Hoseok was there to help you navigate them. Whenever your emotions ran wild, he was there to calm you down, to talk you through your feelings. Every heartbreak, even though he tried to protect you from them as best he could, he was also there to pick up the broken pieces, mending that fragile heart back together. Whether others knew of his existence or not, Hoseok was indeed your closest friend. You almost could have gone as far as to say that there was nothing you would change about him.

Almost.

Hoseok was… overprotective.

You figured that part of this was natural for a guardian angel. After all, he was obviously present in your life to assist you through tough situations that were thrown at you. This you understood, but with Hoseok, sometimes the smallest things sent him into overdrive. When you were little, he had a fit every time you got on a bicycle or tried to climb a tree. In your teens, it was your choice in friends. And now… well, it ranged from guys you dated to something as simple as the things you ate.

"Excuse me, what do you think you're doing?? You shouldn't be eating that!" Hoseok exclaimed once when you stood before him with a rather delicious looking slice of pie.

"Hoseok, what are you talking about? It's a banana cream pie. You know that I'm mildly allergic to cherries and not bananas," you stated, your fork dipping into that small slice of heaven. You were about to take your first bite when quick footsteps approached, and the male took it right out of your hands.

"Did you also happen to forget that you were mildly allergic to something else? Almonds. There are almonds on top of that pie," he pointed out. The light-colored nuts garnished the top of the pie, sprinkled decoratively on the whipped cream.

A pout unconsciously formed on your lips as your brain tried to find a way to reason with him. "Okay, but it's only mildly. Hoseok, you know it's just a small tickle in my throat. I'll be just fine, so give me back the pie," you said, dismissing his concerns.

Unsurprisingly, your angel was not having any of this. "You say that it's just a mild reaction, but what if this is the one time it becomes more than that? You know that your allergies have gotten worse as you've gotten older. When you were younger, you weren't even allergic!" he countered, holding the delicious dessert just out of your reach.

"The doctor advised me to take allergy medications if I feel any level of discomfort after eating something, and it should go away. I'm an adult, Hoseok. I can take care of a food allergy on my own."

"It's a no go," he replied firmly, standing his ground and hearing you sigh in defeat. He knew that you didn't have the energy to argue with him that day, and so, he won. Oh, and he ate the pie too.

Arguments like this were common with Hoseok. The two of you had been together since you were kids. It was natural to argue like this with someone you were close to. Even so, you had lost count of the number of arguments in which Hoseok usually used your own personal safety and wellbeing as the reason why you shouldn't do something. Yet, you knew why Hoseok was like this. When you were much younger… you almost met a terrible fate.

You were on vacation overseas with your parents. It was a lovely resort city, and on that particular day, your small family had ended their day at the beach. Your parents were walking along the shore, taking their time. In your overexcitement to explore your new environment, you ran ahead of them towards a small pier. You weren't sure how it happened, whether it was a weak and rotted piece of wood, or due to your own clumsiness, but somehow you fell right through and into the water below. You weren't a strong swimmer, you were barely able to doggy paddle at that age. Hoseok watched you frantically try to stay afloat, and his heart couldn't take it. Against every single one of his teachings, he leapt in to save you. He wasn't supposed to, there were consequences to his actions, of course, but Hoseok took each punishment without a single complaint because you were safe. And ever since, he never left your side… even if it was a bit overbearing at times.

But, if you were, to be honest, you didn't mind it most of the time. Hoseok's friendship and his comforting presence were enough to let you overlook this quirk of his. You never went longer than a couple hours without talking to each other. You never thought that anything could put the two of you on such different sides, shouting at each other like you were now. However, here you both were, red-faced and screaming. And it was all because of the overseas trip that your friends had planned.

At first, Hoseok was okay with the trip. It had been a while since you had done something with your friends. And if anything, it was going to be a good chance for all of you to catch up. You had always wanted to travel overseas together, and this was the one time when all of your lives aligned just perfectly. You had told Hoseok that your friend Jenna was the one planning the trip and that she wanted to keep it a surprise. Yet, the moment you told him the details, your guardian angel grew upset.

"You can't go to an island!" he exclaimed, the moment that you relayed to him that Jenna had found a fantastic package for an island getaway. "I mean, I'll be there with you to keep an eye on you, but don't you think going to a place surrounded by water is tempting fate?"

"Hoseok, can you calm down? Look, I tried to convince them to go somewhere else. I suggested big cities or even a pension somewhere, but they are all very adamant on this beach trip. They want to show off all of the hard work that they put into their bodies this winter. I tried really hard, but they weren't swayed. Look, I promise to be careful, to stay as far from the water as they'll allow, and like you said, you'll be with me. Please don't make such a big deal out of this," you tried to reason, but Hoseok's brow only furrowed deeper.

"Can you blame me from making a big deal out of it? This was how I almost lost you as a kid. If anything like that happens again, I can't do anything for you. I'm not allowed to," he shot back, watching as your own brow furrowed in reply. He wasn't backing down, but he could tell that you weren't either.

"All I can promise is that I'll stay away from the water, but the trip has already been decided. Jenna already booked the tickets."

"Well, in that case, you aren't going."

Hoseok's sudden decision caught you off guard. "Excuse you?"

"I said you aren't going."

You let out a quick breath, suddenly irritated by Hoseok's behavior. "You aren't my father, Hoseok. You can't just tell me what to do. I can make my own choice, and you can choose whether or not to come along."

Hoseok scoffed in response, something you didn't often hear from him. "You're right. I'm not your father, but I am your guardian angel. Your safety is my priority, and if you aren't going to listen, I'm going to forbid you from going."

You could feel the anger rising within you. Hoseok had this habit of treating you like a child when he was trying to make a point about your safety, and you hated it. You knew he used this and your health as points in his argument because they were often hard for you to dispute. But this time, you had reached your breaking point. "You can't forbid me from doing anything."

"I can. And I just did. Don't do it."

"No, no, you can't! You can make suggestions for what I should and shouldn't do. You can advocate for one thing over another. However, you have no control over my actual decisions, Hoseok!" you retorted, practically screaming at your angel. At this point, you could see his demeanor change, but you were riled up, and you couldn't stop yourself.

"Look, I love you, I love you a lot. You're the one person in this world that I am the closest to. We've been through everything together, but you don't get to use my safety and my health against me every time you want to tell me what to do. I let you dictate a lot of things in my life. I let you choose the meals we eat, the paths that we take home from work. That's all fine. But this, this decision, you don't get to make. You can take your overbearing self elsewhere!"

The room grew silent, the air thick with each word that left your lips. It felt like it was suffocating you, and you could slowly feel the regret creeping in. You didn't mean to lash out at Hoseok like this, but you felt like it needed to be said. Even though you felt like you took it too far, nothing could have prepared you for Hoseok's reply.

"I am your guardian angel. I understand that my actions can be read as too overprotective, but I do all of this because I care about you. Yet, you don't seem to understand that, do you," His words were low, and you felt a chill run down your spine as he spoke. This didn't sound like your Hoseok.

"I care about you so much, and I always have. That didn't change even after I was punished for saving you. But you don't care about that now that you're alive, do you? But what if… what if that day…"

Your eyes widened. You knew what your angel was implying, and you felt yourself grow cold. "Ho-hoseok, what are you saying??" you stuttered.

"I think I regret saving you. I'll save you the hassle of having to argue with me. Have fun on your trip." His words rolled off his lips with minimal effort, and within seconds, he was gone.

Just like that, you were alone, your words caught in your throat. You had never expected such behavior from Hoseok, nor did you expect his words to affect you as they did. They cut far deeper than any insult you had received. Suddenly, you felt numb, your heavy body trudging its way to your bed, no longer caring about this trip with your friends.

You didn't sleep well that evening, and part of you had hoped that Hoseok would return in the morning so that the two of you could talk about what happened. You wished to find him beside you, or maybe even out in the living room, watching the neighborhood cat that walked by every morning. But, much to your dismay, he wasn't there. There wasn't a single sign of him. You couldn't even feel his presence anymore. Your heart dropped when you realized the impact that your words had. He was gone, and you didn't know how to get him back. But your life had to go on, so you tried to focus on your work.

The thing was, nothing about your day ever felt quite right. You felt uneasy proceeding through your rather uneventful life. You didn't even feel that same comfort that used to engulf you whenever you came to work. Though you tried to hide your dampened spirit, your coworkers still caught on. You played it off with excuses such as you hadn't slept well or that you just had a lot on your mind, not wanting to worry them, but you didn't know how well it worked. Because the truth was that you hurt. Your heart was in pain, and every night you came home to your empty apartment, you felt like another part of you was missing. Your energy was nonexistent, and by the end of the week, you didn't even have the willpower to eat. Instead, you collapsed onto your bed, letting sleep consume your exhausted body and spirit.

When you finally woke up, it was hard for you to discern how long you had been asleep. It was still dark out, so either you had only slept a handful of hours, or it had rolled over to the next day. Either way, you weren't sure how much you cared. Well, at least, until the aroma of food drifted past your senses. In particular, it smelled like one of your favorites.

For a moment, you wondered if you were still asleep. You definitely hadn't the energy to make your favorite dish, and there was no one else around to make it either. In your dream, anything could have been possible. Still, curiosity and hunger got the better of you, and you slowly got out of bed, hoping to get to the end of this mystery. Your feet made slow progress out of your room, and the moment they hit the cold hardwood floors made you regret forgetting your slippers. Your steps were tentative, particularly as they drew closer to the kitchen. You didn't know what to expect when you got there, but you proceded, the sizzling sound bringing you in. When the individual standing at the stove became clear to you, you almost gasped, though you stopped yourself from doing so. Still, even if you didn't make a noise, your presence to him was already known.

"You haven't been eating properly, and it seems like you lack energy. I thought making your favorite would help," the man stated evenly, not turning to face you.

You couldn't tell from his voice how he was feeling, and that almost made you hesitate in responding to him. "I… I didn't expect to see you again, Hoseok…" you murmured, choosing your words carefully. You fussed with your sweater sleeves to keep your hands warm, but it was also to distract yourself.

The slightest turn of his head signified that your response was not one he had been expecting. He let out a gentle sigh, realizing how on edge you must be with him in your presence again. "I'm… I'm your guardian angel. Whether I'm around you or not, I can tell how you're doing. I knew you were in pain, I could feel it. It made me realize how I blew this situation out of proportion. I made a mistake," he said sincerely. He turned off the stove and spun around to face you, the caution and concern evident on his face. "I'm really sorry."

His apology came far quicker than you had anticipated. His words made you realize that he also had a hard time being apart from you. Throwing caution to the wind, you slowly approached him. "I… I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have said those things about you…"

Hoseok shook his head. "They weren't wrong, though. You stated facts. I am far too overprotective of you. I worry about every little thing you do, but you're right. You're not a child anymore. You're an adult, an adult that can make her own decisions. If you want to go on this trip with your friends, then you should. I want you to be safe, but I also can't stop you from living. I'm just your angel. I'm only supposed to guide you, not run your life…"

"But you're also my best friend, Hoseok. I shouldn't have said that you were trying to run my life. I know that you care for me, and you're also important to me, just like the others are. Not having you here… I was so lonely, and I felt lost…"

Gently, Hoseok wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. It was the type of embrace that brought you comfort. It was the type of hug that you associated with your best friend, and no one else. It was the warmth and safety that only Hoseok could provide. "I'm sorry for leaving your side. I won't do it again. And I promise I won't lose my temper like that again. And I'll go with you to make sure that you're okay on the trip," he promised.

"Thank you for coming back…" you said quietly, your face buried in his chest.

"I don't regret it. I don't regret saving you. And I promise you that from now on, I will always be here when you need me."

From that moment on, Hoseok's priorities changed. It was no longer about keeping you out of harm's way. Instead, his new resolve was to guide you towards the most fulfilling life you could have… and you were happy to have him there... every step of the way…

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A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

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Chapter 21.) Fractured.

Naia was rushed to the ER by Roman after being accidentally shot with a tranquilizer by Trent. But as Roman brought her to the ER something was wrong. She was exhibiting signs of a severe allergic reaction. But Roman didn't know what was causing it. He was thankful that Layla’s mother Joanna worked at the hospital. She would tell him what was wrong with Naia. But first, he had to deal with Trent and his crew being there.

It took all of the hospital security team and sheriff's department to separate Roman and the werewolves from Trent and his team. And that was before her parents showed up at the hospital and her mother raised hell with the staff about not wanting either of them there. As everyone waited in separate waiting areas, the tension and the air was thick. Rage, pain, shock, fear, and anxiety all mingled as each waited for news.

Roman and Trent kept their eyes on the hall. While Naia’s father had his eyes trained on the nurse's station. Laurie had her head resting on her husband’s shoulder with her eyes closed while holding on to her husband's hand. She was furious but more so she was terrified. Her daughter was in trouble and she didn't know how to help her.

The minutes felt like hours as they all waited for news of Naia’s condition. Laurie couldn't feel her daughter, no matter how hard she tried to tap into the bond they share. Finally, a doctor came down the hall with a chart in their hands. When Laurie looked up she and the doctor both recognized each other.

“You have got to be kidding me!”

“Well hello to you too Joey.”

“What are you doing at home after all these years?”

“A.) this isn't home. And B.) apparently my daughter was brought in by The Alpha.”

Joey shook her head.

“Well, this explains why I thought she looked familiar.”

“Whatever! Just tell me that you have news.”

“Well it’s good to see that you haven't changed one bit after all this time.”

“Joey…”

“It's Dr. Simpson, thank you.”

Laurie exhaled slowly.

“I do have news. But you’re not going to like what I have to say.”

“What is it?”

Dr. Simpson glanced over to where Roman and Trent were sitting. Shane rolled his eyes.

“Forget him! Tell me what is wrong with her.”

“It's best if we talk over here.”

She led Laurie and Shane to a corner of the waiting room out of earshot of everyone else.

“Her test results came back positive for a high-powered tranquilizer and…” she trailed off. It started to scare Laurie.

“What Joey? What else?”

The doctor sighed heavily.

“Wolfbane.”

Laurie and her husband both went pale.

“What did you just say?”

“You two heard me. When The Alpha brought her in, the Wolfbane had already begun to take effect.”

Laurie shook her head in disbelief. Shane stood there wide-eyed with his hand over his mouth.

“Because of the Wolfbane in her blood, your daughter went into anaphylactic shock.”

“Oh my God! Please don't tell me that my daughter is…”

“She’s alive. We had to put her under to save her life.”

“No. It can't be.”

“I am so sorry Laurie. But it is. And as you well know there is no cure for Wolfbane.”

“Not again…this can’t be happening.”

Laurie started shaking.

“I know more that this isn’t the news you wanted to hear. But the blood work isn’t lying.”

Shane steadied his wife before he spoke.

“Can we see her?”

“Yes. She’s just down the hall to the right. Room D17.”

Laurie ran past Trent and Roman with Shane not too far behind. When she got to the window outside of Naia’s room Laurie felt like she couldn't breathe. She felt like she was looking into a mirror at herself. Every painful memory of Hunt’s Peak that she ever had come flooding back. When they took just a few steps into Naia’s room, Laurie’s knees gave out on her, causing her to fall at the foot of the bed. Seeing her daughter like this made her inconsolably hysterical. And all her husband could do was try to help her up.

Shane was able to get her to the chair next to the bed. When she looked at Naia all she saw was herself those many years ago.

“This wasn't supposed to happen! Not to her!” she said as she cried.

“I know, baby.”

“My baby…my poor baby. I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”

“Laurie, please! It's not your fault.”

She heard him but she didn't care.

“You don't understand! This is my fault! I didn't protect her! I-I-I-I failed her…”

“Baby…”

“Naia please…wake up! You have to wake up!”

Shane knew she didn't mean it but she couldn't help but blame herself.

Meanwhile, Zane had shown up at the hospital. When he got to the front desk he ran into Dr. Simpson.

“Joey I got your call. What is it?”

She glared at him.

“Don’t you Joey me!”

“What? What did I do?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that your sister was home?!”

“Because it’s a small town and you two were bound to run into each other at some point?”

That’s when she punched him in the arm.

“OW! Geez! What was that for?”

“Zane!” she warned him.

“Look I’m sorry! She and her husband showed up a few weeks ago looking for my niece.”

“That’s another thing you failed to tell me about!”

“Now what?!”

“You didn’t tell me she had a daughter either!”

“Yeah well, you’ve been busy! And so have I!”

Joey rolled her eyes at him.

“Where is Laurie? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. Physically anyway. It’s your niece you need to be concerned about.”

Zane gave her a look that was half concerned and half confused.

“What do you mean?”

Joey took a deep breath before leading him out of earshot of everyone in the waiting areas.

“Your niece is suffering from Wolfbane poisoning. And it’s just as bad if worse than Laurie’s all those years ago.”

“That’s impossible Joey. Wolfbane was banned before Xander died.”

“You know that. I know that. And yet…”

Zane glanced over to where Roman and Trent were sitting.

“Well, that explains why they’re here.”

“Yes. The Alpha brought her in. And the Hunter…he’s the one who shot her.”

“He shot her?!”

“It was by accident. He was aiming for the Alpha when she stepped in and took the tranquilizer dart instead.”

Zane exhaled slowly.

“Does my sister know?”

“Not yet. She knows that your niece has been infected but she doesn’t know how she was infected. She and her husband are in there with your niece now.”

“It won’t take her long to figure it out. There’s only one way to be infected by Wolfbane.”

“Yes. I’m well aware. I just can’t believe this happened twice. No one here at the labs would do this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I run the ER. I know for a fact that the higher-ups are terrified of The Alpha. They think he’s just like Xander.”

Zane looked at Joanna and coughed awkwardly into his hand.

“Just so you know I haven't told her anything.”

“So you didn't tell her you’re gonna be a grandfather?”

“No, I didn't tell her. Squirt would lose her shit if she found out you and I had a kid together. So we're gonna keep it that way. And if she asks you…Peabody is Layla’s father.”

“Fine. Now go check on them. They need you.”

Zane shook his head sadly.

“You wanna tell her that?”

“What do you mean?”

“She's selling the house.”

“What?!”

“I've been staying at Toby’s for the last few weeks.”

“Why didn't you say something?”

“Because you would've asked a million and one questions that I didn't have answers to.”

Joey sighed.

“Still you could've said something to me!”

“Look, Naia called and said she was coming to town and didn't want her mother to know. And I knew if I told you…there was a slight possibility that you would've told Laurie.”

“And yet here we are.”

“Yup. Laurie showed up and all hell nearly broke loose.”

“What do you mean?”

“Squirt went toe to toe with The Alpha.”

Joey’s eyes went wide.

“Just like she did with his father.”

“She's gonna get herself killed one day.”

“I know.”

Zane looked over at Roman.

“Does he know about Naia?”

“No. Not yet. I’ll tell him. ”

“Okay. I'm gonna go check on them.”

“Good. They're down the hall to the right. Room D17.”

“Thank you Joey.”

As Zane went to walk past the waiting area, Roman caught his wrist. Zane swallowed hard before turning to face Roman.

“Do you know what's wrong?”

Before Zane could answer, Dr. Simpson spoke up.

“Come with me Alpha.”

Roman cocked an eyebrow at Zane before quietly following the doctor away from him.

When Zane got to the room Naia was in he stopped outside the door. He looked through the window and saw his sister huddled over Naia. It broke his heart to see her so distraught. It reminded him of the night she was here years ago. And that he didn't listen to her, that he didn't believe her then. He quietly opened the door and stepped inside. When he walked in, Laurie looked up at him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Joey called. She said you were here and I thought—”

He trailed off when he looked at Naia.

“You thought what? That I was here in a bed again just like I was all those years ago?”

“I—”

That's when Shane cut him off.

“Well, you’re here. Are you happy?”

“I didn't know Naia was here until I got here and got punched in the arm.”

“Sounds like Joey.”

“She told me that—”

“It was Wolfbane poisoning?”

“Yes. I just can't believe that it happened again.”

Laurie scoffed and Zane looked down at the floor.

“The Alpha is out in the waiting area. So is Trent. I don't think they know.”

“They were here when we got here.”

That's when they heard shouting between both sides coming from up the hall. And Laurie had heard enough.

Something inside her snapped.

It felt like a dam had broken within her when she stood up.

“You two stay here.”

“Where are you going?”

“There's something that I have to take care of.”

Zane and Shane shared a worried look as Laurie stormed out of the room. When she got towards the end of the hall, the shouting and accusations between Trent and Roman grew louder.

“This is your fault!”

“Don't blame me!”

“Fine! How about I rip your head off? Would you like that?”

Trent scoffed.

“I’d love to see you try Balto.”

They stopped arguing when Laurie turned the corner.

“Oh please don’t stop bickering on my account.”

The look on her face was a mix of rage and pain. She glared at them both with her arms crossed.

“It shouldn’t surprise me that you two are at each other’s throats. Because in all honesty you idiots are the reason why my daughter is currently fighting for her life!”

“What?!”

“Let me summarize: Naia is in a coma, because of Wolfbane.”

Roman and Trent looked at each other then looked at her.

“What is that?”

“I’m glad you asked Alpha. If you must know, Wolfbane is a poison that your father had created.”

Roman looked at her incredulously.

“Did I mention that he created it with Bernard Sayre?”

Both men were stunned.

“Judging by the looks that you both have, I assume that neither of you know what I’m talking about. So here’s a little project for you: why would Xander and Bernard Sayre work together on anything?”

“Impossible!”

“Far be it from me to agree with the mutt but he’s right.”

Laurie issued one last declaration to them.

“One more thing, as of right now both of you will NOT step foot into this hospital!”

She then turned on her heel walking down the hall. Leaving them in shock.

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