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galactose-galaxy · 6 months

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Okay, I wrote this a bit ago and its basically a blurb of an AU of my one character, Bjarne (or Sleipnir), and how his normal lore would translate to the universe of Altered Carbon. Fully self-serving as I absolutely adore the show (need to read the books... soon) and I enjoy how the parallel of sleeve wearing fits the original version's stuff. I think, for fun I might write another. Would be great to practice writing characters interacting since it is such a weak point for me :,) Also warning, some violence and quick murder

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Freezing sleet rapped against the thick glass, barely audible about the electronic hum that constantly droned throughout the entire city. Quiet was for the deaf and the dead, the living had to suffer with the noise their evolution had brought to this alien world. The closest thing to peaceful background noise jarringly broke as the worn lock of this rusted place ground open, followed by the heavy sliding of the door. The peace was further sullied as dim lights turned on, and the muffled screaming of a gagged man now filled the space. With a soaked back and tied-up feet, the man fruitlessly gasped and grabbed the broad shoulder he was so unceremoniously slung over. The leather, cold from the outdoors, gave the well-chewed nails of the man nothing to grab onto. Frigid, unbearing. Even his kicks were still weak and uncoordinated, a fruitless endeavour that only received silence from the man’s captor.

Taking a final drag of the cigarette, the captor roughly crumpled it in his hand, singing flesh with the dying ember before flicking it to the already littered ground of the hotel room. He gripped the man’s tied feet and with a heave he sent the body falling right into the chair prepped by the window. Finally, the captor and captured were face to face for the first time. Unnaturally blue eyes bore into the natural brown, only encouraging the muffled screams to continue. The captor’s lip twitched downwards, into a frown as he finally exhaled, letting his smoke wash over the screaming victim. Wretched, disgusting, even gagged the poor victim choked and sputtered. At least, as he did so the sweaty and now drool-soaked rag was removed from his mouth. Sucking a breath in, he started to spew the filthy begging they all did. “Please, I-I just take my money man. I can even drain my account for you. I can even pretend I never saw your face and we can just part ways right here. What do you say, big guy?” The captor simply turned his back. Cold and uncaring, not a word fell from his lips in acceptance or denial. He didn’t care, the only thing he cared about was that precious sleeve the man had. Be it bought, born, or borrowed, the skin was soft, the eyes a wonderful natural shade and the man didn’t seem to be balding either. Bjarne could already taste the credits this one would make him. The time it would spare him. Calloused hands picked up a well-used switchblade from the kitchenette as the coffee machine whirred to life, dribbling into the stained carafe. The chorus of pleading became the new backdrop as he stepped closer, flicking the blade open, its golden metal flashing just as his large frame moved to straddle the still-conscious sleeve. The talking moved to panicked screams, pleading and begging, and even a prayer or two. All the beautiful words fell on deaf ears though, and all it got was a very soft and disappointing, “shhh” from Bjarne. Shushing the poor man like a fussy child. Even caressing his hair like one as his face was forced against leather. The victim gnashed his teeth and bit where he could, but cold calloused hands stayed true and strong, keeping him in place. Holding him still as the golden blade of Gabriel found the nape of his neck.

Tears ran, and sobbing began. “Don’t RD me, please, I swear, I can change. If that is what this is, please, please, I will learn please.” The sobs grew ugly, deranged. While the corners of the cold captor’s lips twitched yet again, falling farther into a scornful frown, just as blood pricked the knife eager to escape as the tip was pushed in on that telltale scar. With an uncomfortable precision, the blade slid in, roughly bumping against the vertebra as Bjarne found the sweet spot. The man’s pleas grew in crescendo, falling ill to the pain before finally nothing. The body hung limp against Bjarne’s chest. The silver-haired man let out a soft sigh, twisting his knife against the man’s spinal cord until the object of his desires popped free. Dropping the knife to the ground, blood splattering over his already stained boots, he drove his fingers into the wound. Flesh squelched uncomfortably, but the little metal piece was easy enough to find. He gave it a flick as he stood up, pushing the once a man, now just a sleeve, back into the chair. Holding the glowing blue object up to the light, simply inspected it with an appraising eye, even giving it a wipe against his shirt before tossing it into a bowl where a few others resided. Far away from that hotel, and a few bodies lighter, Bjarne flicked and tossed his knife, over and over again. Sheltered by the taller buildings, the rain only came down in certain areas and was easy to avoid. Yet it created puddles and portals to another world. Reflecting the hundreds of neon lights that dance, desperately trying to grab the attention of the small-minded individual. Like moths to a flame, a crowd surrounded the establishment that Bjarne had been looking for. Slipping his blade away, he tucked his palms into his pockets, shouldering his way through without a word. No apologies or even the acknowledgement of those he barreled through. They didn’t matter, they were nothing to him. He only had one goal and wanted it over with as quickly as possible. With a steeled gaze he looked up towards the neon pink sign, the strange symbols of a name rolling right past his mind. Still, after all these years, he hadn’t bothered to learn to read the local tongue.

A rough hand grabbed his jacket, yanking back on the young man. Causing his tunnel vision to break as he came face to face with a bouncer. “Buddy, back of the line.” Giving the strand of hair that had fallen into his eyes a puff of air, he stared the bouncer down, trying to recognize the face. Grabbing a hold of the still stained and bloodied shirt he wore, he tugged down the neckline, giving the man just the corner of a tattoo that swirled along his chest. Just with the sight of the tail, the bouncer was understanding, and let Bjarne go with a rough push. “Don’t fuckin’ start anythin’, I don’t care who you are, fucker.” Someone who didn’t care wouldn’t have crumpled so easily. For a brief moment, the young man let himself revel in the fantasy that he was respected for his own name, his reputation. He moves past the winding hallways of flashing and neon lights, tuning out the faux moans of organic and synthetic workers alike along with the cheers of the greasy folk who frequented this upstanding establishment. Though, just as fake as the paid-for whimpers of pleasure, he knew that fantasy was synthetic, made up just to buffer the blow against his ego. He was no man of his own making, just a boy forced to the coattails of the man he worked for. Passing by more security, this time unhindered, he shouldered the heavy metal door. As soon as the seal was broken, a wash of smoke blew over his face, swirling and burning his nostrils with its toxicity. Fucking terrible. With a final breath of relatively fresh air, he stepped in, as confident as his legs would allow. Bathed in low and pink light, the source of the haze that filled the luxurious room sat the uncomfortably familiar face, the golden mirror of his own, aged by years of life, and years of purgatory. Bjarne’s father blew out some more smoke, and a grin, unlike that of his father, broke across his face, followed by a voice made by Gabriel’s vocal cords, but spoken by that of Svathilfari. “Sleipnir, my boy, you finally join us.” The voice purred, cracked by the smoke-filled lungs. A ringed hand delicately brushed over the shoulder of his Blom, her form wore a new sleeve, yet the boy could see who she was just from the judgmental glare she held for the boy, a glare that only softened when she returned her attention to the most important figure of the room.

Bjarne didn’t offer the man a verbal response. He never did. Instead, he stepped past where they lounged, roughly opening the cabinet where he knew the terminal was, the one he always had to use. “Three hours late. Right on the dot. You know the deal, boy.” He grinned, turning over the cigarette in his hand before sucking down another puff, letting it snake out of his maw after a moment. Pure ecstasy seemed to flood through that stolen sleeve as soon as the chemicals hit. A glance was all the man got before the boy shrugged his shoulders, depositing the credits. All the way down until his account was empty, yet the balance wasn’t set to zero. He squinted towards the screen, turning back to Svadilfari with a soft grunt of confusion.

“Ah, boy. Inflation you see.” The man didn’t even give him the respect of hiding his devilish smirk. “Had to charge more, especially on your regular late fee.”

Quiet anger seethed in the young man, waiting for the inevitable rest of his words. He always offered this, he always wanted it.

The golden mirrored man pushed off from the elegant chair, clasping the pin-striped suit’s buttons neatly as he closed the distance. “Sell your sleeve, Sleipnir.”

There it was, and right as those once kind hands grasped the boy’s shoulders, trapping him in place and under that terrifying gaze. A delusional man would think he was brave, staring down the eyes that threatened to pluck him right from the very skin he wore. Truthfully, the son was always terrified of the father. As a child, as a teen, and even now, as an adult.

Hands balled into fists as he seethed. It took every single ounce of courage the weak boy had to muster it, but he did, just as every time before. Breaking the eye contact, he shook his head no.

“How many times have we been over this.” The false father growled, the grip on the boy’s shoulder with barely restrained rage. They had been over this time and time again, the incoming speech that often was delivered with a calm before the storm. False Father’s mouth opened for a mere moment before he drew a knife of air through his teeth, snapping the brittle tension with a deranged smile.

The shift caught the boy off guard, and where his eyes had found themselves digging holes in the wall behind his tormentor readying himself to withstand a beating, they snapped to his face in stark confusion. That mask must have broken, for the change in the boy’s demeanour brought nothing but illicit joy from Svadilfari.

“I have a far better offer for you, especially now that you consider yourself a man.”

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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Kingdom |Prologue: Catching Fire|

And so we begin :) please don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment if you enjoyed!

Pairing: Juyeon x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, fantasy, royalty!au

Triggers: death, semi-graphic depictions of blood

Word Count: 1.8k

A spark of betrayal lights the flame of a war.

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TBZ Masterlist | Kingdom

Changmin can’t breathe. He can’t see, can’t hear, can’t even think over the pounding of his own heart as he strains helplessly against the chains that bind his arms. They dig into the stinging cuts on his skin, iron burning the magic that seeps from his blood.

How could everything have come to this, just days before Juyeon’s coronation, the coronation that was supposed to bring his kingdom to peace?

He struggles in his bonds, chains that bind the remaining magic in his veins, erasing the humming thrum that usually bubbles below his skin. It leaves him cold, empty, helpless as he strains against harsh metal imbued with spells he knows but can’t break.

His magic is gone.

Gone.

And the simmer in his blood isn’t the only thing that’s gone silent.

Bom steps around his kneeling body, her footsteps the only sound in the still air. Changmin raises his head to meet her solemn eyes, gazing down at him with a stony pity flashing in the darkness.

Changmin never liked Bom, never got over the crawling of his skin whenever she brushed by a little too close. She always seemed too cold, too uptight, and several times, he wondered how she was even ordained as a mage. Even now as he stares, refusing to back down even when he knows he can’t escape, his mouth twists into an expression of the faintest disgust, disgust for her single-mindedness that has plagued him, the Board’s gray mage, for the past five years.

“Why?” he finally asks, voice hoarse with remnants of shouts, cries of surprise and betrayal as he tried to fend away the mage standing before him. “Why would you do this?”

She’s opening her mouth, probably about to give some pithy reply to make his blood boil, but the shrine door opens with a crash and a bang before she can start. Another mage walks out, ivory robes stained with red.

High Mage Jung Sungkyu of the Ivory Kingdom. Changmin’s former mentor and a father figure.

Covered in blood.

Changmin blinks once. Twice.

The red doesn’t disappear.

So none of this is a hallucination, a nightmare he’ll soon wake up from.

Yes, this is the mage from whom he learned, the mage who bound him and his queen together in their promise, the mage whom he looked up to for so long. That kind, powerful mage is the same, the very same as the one walking toward him with bloodstained robes and an expression of pain on his face.

Blood stains.

Changmin doesn’t even want to think about what that means for those who didn’t manage to escape the shrine, for the guards who defended him, for the queen who told him to flee, the queen he left behind.

Oh, my queen…

A mask falls over Changmin’s features, and he stops struggling against the chains now cutting into his skin. His eyes bore into those of the mage walking forward, piercing holes into his skin until the man can’t even hold his gaze anymore and drops his head instead.

“You thought you could escape and warn your friends, didn’t you?” Bom asks, eyes impassive. Her lips curve slightly, coldly, blade-like under the crescent moon. Iron. “Don’t worry, young gray mage. We’ll pass on the message soon enough. We’re just not ready, not quite yet.”

We’re not ready.

We…

“We” doesn’t only include Bom and the high mage. This is something bigger.

We.

Changmin swallows, trying not to go dizzy from the realization. With every word that falls from his lips, he only becomes more certain that he’s right.

“You’re working with the princess.”

Pawns and kings, how can he warn Juyeon and his sister when he’s miles away, stuck in magic-binding chains, and, judging from the knife at Bom’s waist, about to die?

Stall. Stall, keep stalling. “How could you betray the orders like this?” he asks, desperation dripping from his lips. “You swore loyalty to the Board above all, not to your kingdom – why would you do this?”

“I believe the Board’s balance lies in supporting the ivory queen,” Bom says, a faint but manic glint of excitement entering her eyes. It makes Changmin’s skin crawl. “I am sworn to protect the balance, no? This is what I believe is best.”

“The princess is not the queen,” Changmin snaps, brain still running. How can he do anything without his magic? “She has no title other than that of a royal pawn.”

“Oh, she’ll be queen, soon enough.” Bom smiles, a curve of the lips that feels more like a knife blade than a grin.

What does that –

Oh.

Oh, no.

No.

His queen…

His queen must be dead.

Changmin’s head snaps upward, the gold insignia around his neck thumping painfully against his chest. Desperately, he looks at his old mentor.

He wouldn’t have killed his queen, would he? Might have subdued, might have knocked them out, but – he couldn’t have killed –

The mage refuses to meet his eyes.

Red clouds Changmin’s vision, mixes with the black of night and the cold light of the moon overhead. A scream builds in his chest that fights to leaves his lips as his head drops once more.

Lost in pain, barely able to breathe, he almost doesn’t feel the gold at his chest, the carved queen and king that always rest at the base of his throat. As he breathes, though, clearing his mind, the insignia dragging his neck to the ground catches his attention.

It’s charmed as it always has been, never to leave his side until death. The gold symbol, a queen and king standing next to each other on a miniature chessboard, is a gift passed down from one gray mage to another, one of only three keys that exist to unlock a kingdom’s crown jewels. It hasn’t left his neck since the day it was given to him by his predecessor when he was ordained at fifteen, one of the youngest to take on the mantle of gray mage.

They will take it when he dies. Undoubtedly they will – it holds magic, magic they will need for whatever it is they’re planning. At the very least, they wouldn’t leave such a powerful relic to be burned with his body.

So what are they planning?

“What do you plan to do, when your princess is a queen?” Changmin tries to make his voice sound as disbelieving as possible, hopes they can’t hear the shaking in his words. He’s rewarded with a twitch of Bom’s eye. “Surely you don’t think the ivory citizens will accept her, not when their current rulers are so loved?”

“That won’t matter.” Bom’s grin makes her look ghoulish under the moonlight. “Not when the entire Board is under our control.”

Changmin’s heart almost stops. Never, not once in the history of the Board, not even when the high orders had to intervene and send down the current laws of the land, has one kingdom attempted to completely take over the other. There have been revenge plots and assassination plans, even one notable attempt by the former ruby bloodline to murder the onyx royals, but nothing… nothing of this scale.

He needs to warn Juyeon.

“An ambitious plot,” he chokes out, all of his former nonchalance gone. The insignia quivers at his throat, a reminder of what will be lost if the ivory princess succeeds. “I suppose you’ll be going to the Onyx Kingdom next.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Bom dismisses him with a flick of her hand, ready to unsheathe her knife. “You’ll be dead then, anyway.”

But Changmin doesn’t hear her. He focuses on the knowledge that they’ll be going to the Onyx Kingdom, that they’ll probably take his insignia with them.

A plan springs into his mind, fully-formed and wholly impossible. Impossible because he needs magic, magic that’s been stolen from him by the chains that bind his wrists.

Wait.

He closes his eyes, blocks out the sound of Bom’s droning voice and the cold twinkling of stars overhead.

And focuses on the faintest thrumming of magic beneath his skin.

His magic isn’t gone. It’s subdued, yes, but it isn’t gone. There’s some left, simmering in his blood, and if he concentrates it, it will be just enough for…

A smirk threatens to form on Changmin’s lips as he strains, invisibly, against the chains. Magic coalesces under his control, forming a small but warm stream as it travels through his blood, coming to a stop at his chest, just beneath the insignia resting against his skin.

Find Juyeon.

“I see,” Changmin says blandly, not having heard a single word of what Bom just said. “Interesting.”

Find Juyeon.

An eyebrow raises. “Interesting, that I’m about to kill you?”

Changmin blinks. “Hasn’t it been obvious from the start?”

Find Juyeon.

The magic in his chest grows warmer, brighter, as Bom’s face twists into an embarrassed scowl. “Any last words, then?” she snaps.

The bland look stays on Changmin’s face, even though the bejeweled knife in Bom’s hands sends shivers up his spine. “No, not to you.”

Find Juyeon.

The insignia sears against his chest with heat. His skin must be burning – he can’t smell cooking flesh just yet, though it’s probably only a matter of time – but he grits his teeth and bears it. It means it’s working.

It means it’s working.

Silver flashes down, the knife arcing towards his neck. Changmin shuts his eyes, prays, thinks those two words over and over again, find Juyeon –

“Wait.”

The blade stops at his word. He blinks his eyes open, looking up not at Bom, but at the High Mage who’s frozen to the spot. It’s one question, a question whose answer has only been implied, an answer that he needs to know. “Is my queen alive?”

Silence follows his question, which only confirms what he knew but dreaded. And even though it feels like his heart is tearing apart, even though tears are beginning to in his eyes for the second time tonight, Changmin musters the strength to use that brief silence to speak those two words once more.

Find Juyeon.

“I see,” he finally says, staring fully at the old mage. High Mage Jung, his former mentor, one of the most powerful high mages, looks smaller than Changmin has ever believed him to be – small, weak, helpless as he gazes helplessly at the ground, robes stained with blood. “Well, you may proceed.”

“It’s not a question of whether you’ll permit it,” Bom snarls, bringing his attention back to her. “You’re at our mercy now.”

Find Juyeon.

This time, as the insignia sears its mark into his flesh, Changmin allows a smirk to spread across his face. “I suppose that’s what you might like to think.”

Bom’s snarl only grows harsher in the moonlight, but unlike before, Changmin doesn’t feel fear at the ghoulish twist of her lips. Instead, he takes a last comfort in the harsh burn of the insignia resting against his skin as the knife comes slicing down.

My queen, I’ll see you again, soon.

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1.MASTODON - Blood and Thunder 03:48 2.RED FANG - Wires 05:43 3.DYING FETUS - Second Skin 04:42 4.OBITUARY - Sentence Day 02:49 5.DEATH - Pull The Plug 04:26 6.AMORPHIS - Black Winter Day 03:50 7.MYRKUR - Leaves of Yggdrasil 04:00 8.NOTHING - Say Less 04:15 9.TORCHE - Admission 04:00 10.BARONESS - March to the Sea 03:11 11.THE DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN - 43% Burnt 04:31 12.PIG DESTROYER - Trojan Whore 01:34 13.NASUM - Scoop 02:21 14.NILE - Cast Down The Heretic 05:45 15.SUFFOCATION - Catatonia 03:55 16.INCANTATION - Entrails of the Hag Queen 04:33 17.NEUROSIS - Through Silver In Blood 12:11 18.HIGH ON FIRE - Blessed Black Wings 07:43 19.YOB - Ablaze 10:13 20.WINDHAND - Diablerie 05:20 21.MONOLORD - THE LAST LEAF 05:14 22.BONGZILLA - Amerijuanican 06:46 23.GATECREEPER - From The Ashes 03:59 24.EXHUMED - Ravenous Cadavers 01:49 25.FULL OF HELL - Burning Myrrh 02:12 26.INTEGRITY - Hymn, For The Children of the Black Flame 02:16 27.GISM - Endless Blockades For The Pussyfooter 03:46 28.CONTROL DENIED - Expect The Unexpected 07:16 29.NECROPHAGIST - Only Ash Remains 04:11 30.OBSCURA - The Anticosmic Overload 04:16 31.REVOCATION - The Grip Tightens 04:10 32.GRUESOME - A Waste of Life 06:00 33.ZOMBI - Breakthrough & Conquer 03:46 34.GENGHIS TRON - Board Up The House 05:54 35.SURVIVE - A.H.B. 04:25 36.THE ALBUM LEAF - Ambo 04:53 37.CEREMONY - Turn Away The Bad Thing 04:02 38.BORIS WITH MERZBOW - Away From You 07:35 39.ROYAL THUNDER - Parsonz Curse 06:57 40.KING WOMAN - Hierophant 07:59 41.CLOAKROOM - Seedless Star 07:37 42.AUTHOR & PUNISHER - The Speaker Is Systematically Broken 04:14 43.DISFEAR - Deadweight 02:52 44.IRON REAGAN - A Dying World 02:24 45.TOXIC HOLOCAUST - Nuke The Cross 02:47 46.CANDY - Super-Stare 04:01 47.RINGWORM - Death Becomes My Voice 05:19 48.INTER ARMA - Citadel 06:40 49.PRIMITIVE MAN - Menacing 08:00 50.UNEARTHLY TRANCE - Famine 06:14 51.LYCUS - Solar Chamber 10:41 52.DEVOURMENT - Cognitive Sedation Butchery 04:53 53.SKINLESS - The Optimist 05:42 54.DEVIL MASTER - Black Flame Candle 02:46 55.OUTER HEAVEN - Bloodspire 04:15 56.GENOCIDE PACT - Conquered and Disposed 04:37 57.COFFINS - Hour of Execution 04:55 58.MAMMOTH GRINDER - Superior Firepower 02:38 59.LIVING GATE - Heaven Ablaze 03:35 60.REPULSION - Maggots In Your Coffin 01:45 61.AGORAPHOBIC NOSEBLEED - Agorapocalypse Now 02:25 62.MISERY INDEX - Fed To The Wolves 03:47 63.MORTICIAN - Rabid 02:01 64.BRUTAL TRUTH - Sugardaddy 02:36 65.HUMAN REMAINS - Rote 03:31 66.-(16)- - Me and the Dog Die Together 03:05 67.ALABAMA THUNDERPUSSY - Motor-Ready 04:21 68.ASG - Avalanche 04:17 69.CEPHALIC CARNAGE - Endless Cycle Of Violence 04:14 70.CHERUBS - Sooey Pig 04:44 71.COUGH - Haunter of the Dark 07:50 72.CRIPPLE BASTARDS - Non Coinvolto 02:04 73.DISEMBOWELMENT - Your Prophetic Throne Of Ivory 07:40 74.EX EYE - Opposition/Perihelion; The Coil 12:29 75.GADGET - Pillars Of Filth 01:20 76.GRAVES AT SEA - The Curse That Is 11:14 77.HAEMORRHAGE - WE ARE THE GORE 02:15 78.HORSEBACK - Mithras 05:04 79.ILSA - SHIBBOLETH 02:39 80.INDIAN - The Impetus Bleeds 06:40 81.INVERLOCH - Distance Collapsed (In Rubble) 08:39 82.IRON MONKEY - Crown of Electrodes 04:21 83.JOHN FRUM - Presage of Emptiness 04:47 84.LOCRIAN - Arc of Extinction 07:16 85.MARUTA - Hope Smasher 02:19 86.MIRACLE - Light Mind 04:49 87.THE OBSESSED - Sodden Jackal 04:23 88.PINKISH BLACK - Concept Unification 05:13 89.PUBLICIST UK - Slow Dancing To This Bitter Earth 03:36 90.RWAKE - Leviticus 07:17 91.SUMERLANDS - The Seventh Seal 03:46 92.TERMINAL BLISS - Clean Bill of Wealth 00:51 93.TRAPPIST - Victims Of A Bomber Raid 01:38 94.TRUE WIDOW - Four Teeth 06:16 95.WEEKEND NACHOS - Jock Powerviolence 01:23 96.WRONG - Culminate 02:33 97.USNEA - Lathe of Heaven 09:44 98.VICTIMS - The Horse And Sparrow Theory 03:41 99.ZEKE - Two Lane Blacktop 01:37 100.ZONAL - System Error -ft. Moor Mother 04:06 101.ARCADEA - Infinite End 03:28 102.BLACK SALVATION - In A Casket's Ride 07:03 103.BRAIN TENTACLES - Fruitcake 02:35 104.ABSCESS - Naked Freak Show 01:15 105.ABYSMAL DAWN - Inanimate 04:15 106.AGENDA OF SWINE - Gethsemane 01:08 107.ANAL CUNT - Radio Hit 01:11 108.ANATOMY OF HABIT - Radiate and Recede 20:11 109.ANTIGAMA - Pursuit 01:16 110.ATRIARCH - Entropy 05:53 111.BEDEMON - Child Of Darkness 04:12 112.BENUMB - Once And Never Again 01:00 113.BIRDS OF PREY - Hustling the Coroner To Overlook the Strychnine 03:27 114.BLACK ANVIL - May Her Wrath Be Just 04:25 115.BLACK TUSK - Bring Me Darkness 03:05 116.BLOOD DUSTER - Porn Store Stiffi 01:33 117.BLOODIEST - BROKEN TEETH 07:31 118.BRIAN POSEHN - Cuddling 03:55 119.BROUGHTON'S RULES - Reversers 03:50 120.BURIED INSIDE - IV 06:07 121.BURNT BY THE SUN - Soundtrack To The Worst Movie Ever 02:32 122.BURST - Where The Wave Broke 03:36 123.BUZZOVEN - Mainline 05:30 124.CALL OF THE VOID - Bottom Feeder 01:42 125.CAR BOMB - Gum Under The Table 03:27 126.CHRIS CONNELLY - Wait For Amateur 02:05 127.CIRCLE OF ANIMALS - No Faith 04:21 128.CHRISTIAN MISTRESS - Over & Over 02:41 129.COALESCE - Have Patience 03:11 130.COLDWORKER - The Interloper 02:38 131.COLISEUM - Defeater 02:01 132.COLUMNS - Mudfucker 01:18 133.CRETIN - Ghost of Teeth and Hair 03:54 134.CRYPTIC SLAUGHTER - Lowlife 02:32 135.CULTED - BROODING HEX 19:13 136.DAVIE ALLAN - Buzz Saw Effect 02:36 137.DAYLIGHT DIES - Four Corners 08:11 138.DEAD WORLD - The Machine 08:06 139.DEATH BREATH - Death Breath 02:55 140.DEKAPITATOR - The Storm Before the Calm 06:39 141.DISRUPT - Domestic Prison 02:00 142.DON CABALLERO - Railroad Cancellation 05:16 143.DUKATALON - ZX 06:23 144.DYSRHYTHMIA - Appeared at First 03:06 145.EAST WEST BLAST TEST - Magnetic Field 00:51 146.ECSTATIC VISION - Don't Kill The Vibe 05:00 147.EMBALMER - There Was Blood Everywhere 01:51 148.ENEMY SOIL - Sentencing 01:39 149.EXIT-13 - When I Get Low, I Get High 02:36 150.EXPULSION - Altar of Slaughter 01:43 151.FACEDOWNINSHIT - NPON 04:19 152.FATHER BEFOULED - Sacrilegious Defilement of Deranged Salvation 03:20 153.FLESH PARADE - Backstabber 01:14 154.FUCK THE FACTS - The Wrecking 04:39 155.GENERAL SURGERY - Slithering Maceration Of Ulcerous Facial Tissue 01:11 156.GENOCIDE SUPERSTARS - Hatestomp 03:08 157.GOD MACABRE - Lost 04:01 158.GOBLIN REBIRTH - Requiem for X 04:16 159.GRAVES OF VALOR - Suffocation of the Last King 03:45 160.HAIL! HORNET - Beast Of Bourbon 03:11 161.HARVEY MILK - The Anvil Will Fall 07:34 162.HALO - Buried In Light 04:37 163.HEMDALE - Delicious Gory Fun 01:11 164.HERO DESTROYED - That's An Axe 03:27 165.HOODED MENACE - Elysium Of Dripping Death 11:33 166.HOPE DRONE - Riverbeds Hewn in Marrow 10:39 167.HOWL - Horns Of Steel 03:26 168.HUMAN REMAINS - Weeding Out The Thorns 02:37 169.INEVITABLE END - The Severed Inception 04:04 170.JOEL GRIND - The Invisible Landscape 02:12 171.JUCIFER - Blackpowder 02:16 172.KARABOUDJAN - Den Svarta Ön 07:32 173.KILL THE CLIENT - Vicious Slaughter 01:06 174.KINGDOM OF SORROW - Enlightened To Extinction 03:47 175.KRIEG - CIRCLE OF GUILT 05:20 176.LENG TCH'E - The Fist of the Leng Tch'e 01:50 177.LIBERTEER - Build No System 01:34 178.LOOKING FOR AN ANSWER - Tapias De Cementerio 02:07 179.LORD DYING - POISONED ALTARS 03:47 180.LULL - Moment 1 01:08 181.MAGRUDERGRIND - Sacrificial Hire 01:32 182.MAN MUST DIE - Kill It Skin It Wear It 04:18 183.MANTAS - Evil Dead (Death By Metal Demo) 03:22 184.MERZBOW - Woodpecker No. 1 06:43 185.MINDROT - Anguish 07:11 186.MINSK - Within And Without 07:57 187.MORGION - The Serpentine Scrolls 10:33 188.MORTA SKULD - Sacrificial Rite 03:26 189.MOSE GIGANTICUS - The Left Path 04:13 190.MUMAKIL - Brothers in Slavery 01:20 191.MURDER CONSTRUCT - Compelled by Mediocrity 02:44 192.N2K2 - Mourning 03:54 193.NOISEAR - Inevitable Extinction 01:00 194.NUM SKULL - Ritually Abused 04:27 195.NUX VOMICA - Sanity Is For The Passive 12:40 196.OBLITERATION - Goat Skull Crown 04:40 197.OPPROBRIUM - Voices From The Grave 03:23 198.ORIGIN - Finite 03:08 199.PAN.THY.MONIUM - The Battle Of Geeheeb 11:55 200.PENTAGRAM - Forever My Queen 02:25 201.PHOBIA - Rehashed 01:05 202.POISON BLOOD - The Scourge and the Gestalt 03:40 203.PRIMATE - Draw Back A Stump 01:26 204.PUTRID PILE - The Satisfying Dead 02:50 205.PYRRHON - Balkanized 04:46 206.RABBITS - A Tale Of Tales 04:44 207.RAZOR - Hypertension 03:19 208.REGURGITATE - Putrid Serenity 01:44 209.ROTTEN SOUND - Superior 01:28 210.RUMPELSTILTSKIN GRINDER - Grab a Shovel (We've Got Bodies to Bury) 04:51 211.SATAN'S SATYRS - Succubus 03:40 212.SAYYADINA - Their Control 01:04 213.SCOTT HULL - Il funerale di Bonnie 03:47 214.SACRILEGE - Shadow From Mordor 04:50 215.SERPENTINE PATH - Essence Of Heresy 03:47 216.SOILENT GREEN - It Was Just An Accident 04:12 217.SPAWN OF POSSESSION - Apparition 08:24 218.STEVE MOORE - It's Complicated 02:41 219.SUBARACHNOID SPACE - A 09:16 220.TERMINAL SOUND SYSTEM - Silt 06:43 221.THE COUNTY MEDICAL EXAMINERS - Morgagnic Anatomics 04:14 222.THE END - Throwing Stones 03:29 223.THE GREAT TYRANT - Closing In 07:42 224.THE HIGH CONFESSIONS - Chlorine And Crystal 09:35 225.TITAN - Wooded Altar Beyond The Wander 08:00 226.TOMBS - Merrimack 03:56 227.TRIAL OF THE BOW - Father of the Flower 04:07 228.TRIBES OF NEUROT - Primordial Uncarved Block 06:24 229.ULCERATE - ABROGATION 05:50 230.ULTRAMANTIS BLACK - Prescription Culture 01:04 231.UNKIND - Vihan Lapset 02:45 232.UPHILL BATTLE - Ripped Off Face 03:29 233.VVEREVVOLF GREHV - Audio Processor 04:45 234.VIDNA OBMANA - The Insane Brightness 05:33 235.VIRAL LOAD - Methlab Machete Massacre 03:07 236.VOIVOD - God Phones 05:07 237.WEAPON - Vanguard Of The Morning Star 04:19 238.WOLVSERPENT - Within the Light of Fire 16:24 239.BASTARD NOISE, SICKNESS - Death's Door 16:09 240.PSYWARFARE - Au Regal Des Voraces 20:02 241.THE SOUL REBELLION ORCHESTRA - DOLEMITE 03:01

#mastodon #red fang #obituary #dying fetus #death #pig destroyer #nile #suffocation #baroness #full of hell #gatecreeper #exhumed #revocation #gruesome #toxic holocaust #abysmal dawn #some favs

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zombie-brains · 4 years

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~Kinlist~

ID:

🍎Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

💫Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast)

Fictionkin:

*I love all doubles*

(Click for memories)

💥Jinx (Arcane)

🪶Bloodhound (Apex Legends)

📼Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

🐦‍⬛Carmina Mora/The Artist (Dead by Daylight)

🕊Aziraphale (Good Omens)

🕸Web!Jon (The Magnus Archives AU)

🔪Susie Lavoie (Dead by Daylight)

🎸Sal Fisher (Sally Face)

🕷Widowmaker (Overwatch)

🗝Mylo (Arcane)

🦎Neeko (League of Legends)

💫Allura (Voltron: Legendary Defender)

🏹Astrid (How to Train your Dragon)

💖Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

🐚Gamzee Peixes (Homestuck Bloodswap)

Otherkin:

🔥Demon

🧠Zombie

👻Ghost

🐲Hydra

🍁Faun

Copinglink:

🌩Mike Crew (The Magnus Archives)

Therian:

🐾Tiger

Synpath:

🌸Fluttershy

Questioning:

🔺Android (Detroit Become Human)

🎸Len (Ruby Gloom)

⛰Hilda (Hilda)

✖️Crona (Soul Eater)

🐍Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter)

☣️Jade Strider (Homestuck Kidswap)

🐮Tavros (Homestuck)

🎧Folykl (Hiveswap)

💻Nepeta Captor (Homestuck Bloodswap)

🎪Gooliope Jellington (Monster High)

🐏Mountain Goat

⚾️Diya (Butterfly Soup)

🌙Rayla (The Dragon Prince)

👁‍🗨Oz (Monster Prom)

💦Rainy (The World Next Door)

🐺Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

🎯Merida (Brave)

🔇Meulin (Homestuck)

🍭Roxy (Homestuck)

🌀Calliope (Homestuck)

🐙Meenah Peixes (Homestuck)

🦋Damien Bloodmarch (Dream Daddy)

🍃Deet (The Dark Crystal)

🗡Rian (The Dark Crystal)

🎀Crybaby (K-12)

☠️Larry (Sally Face)

🌲Woody (Don’t Starve)

🦇Marceline (Adventure Time)

🌈Lady Rainicorn (Adventure Time)

💥Flame Princess (Adventure Time)

🕝Prismo (Adventure Time)

🌿Fern (Adventure Time)

🎭Double Trouble (She Ra)

🌀Aang (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

🔰Toph (Avatar: the Last Airbender)

🔍Sherlock (BBC Sherlock)

🛸Aja Tarren (3Below)

♠️Eclipsa Butterfly (Star vs the Forces of Evil)

🔬Moira (Overwatch)

🦋Echo (Overwatch)

✨Glimmer (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power)

🌑Non canon Lycan (Resident Evil Village)

🐝Mituna (Humanstuck AU)

🐱Dirk Lalonde (Homestuck Kidswap)

🪲Ekko (Arcane)

☀️Sunnydrop (FNAF SB)

⚒️Poppy (League of Legends)

🎭Camilo Madrigal (Encanto)

🔥Pyro (Team Fortress 2)

⚙️Violet Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events (Books))

🕯Non canon Assistant (The Magnus Archives)

🎟Nikola Orsinov (The Magnus Archives)

📖Gerard Keay (The Magnus Archives)

🪵Cedar Wood (Ever After High)

🪓Hunter Huntsman (Ever After High)

💘C.A. Cupid (Monster High)

🎮Ghoulia Yelps (Monster High)

❄️Wendigo

🗡Darrington Dare (The Librarians)

💀The Horseman of Death (Sleepy Hollow)

✖️Priya (Love Death and Robots: Ice)

🍄Sydney Sargent (Camp Here and There)

☁️Rowan Chow (Camp Here and There)

🌕George Sands (Being Human)

⚜️Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast)

♠️Duke Rose (TPP Roseverse AU)

🔧M’tendere (The Penumbra Podcast)

💫Captain (In Space with Markiplier)

🎹Jameson Jackson (JSE Egos)

💿Cisco Ramon (The Flash)

🏴‍☠️Edward Teach (Our Flag Means Death)

🦇Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

✨Glam (Metal Family)

🎙2D (Gorillaz)

🌟David 7 (Stellar Firma)

🍕Michelangelo (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

🌟Serifan (Young Justice)

⚡️Bart Allen (Young Justice)

🪷Lifeweaver (Overwatch)

♣️Sedgewick Sable (Lackadaisy)

🔮Darius Deamonne (The Owl House)

🦌 The Nowhere King (Centaurworld)

🍨 Thistle Whistle (My Little Pony G3)

☀️Ambrosius Goldenloin (Nimona)

✨️Ethari (The Dragon Prince)

☠️Luffy (One Piece Live Action)

💗Fizzarolli (Helluva Boss)

🧁Gary Prince (Fionna and Cake)

🖋Kieran Walker (In the Flesh)

🪡Ragatha (The Amazing Digital Circus)

🌙Aphelios (League of Legends)

✒️Heartsteel Aphelios (League of Legends)

💉N (Murder Drones)

🗡Sasha Waybright (Amphibia)

🖥Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

💫Sylvester Ashling (Epithet Erased)

🪨Venture (Overwatch)

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yodepalma · 6 years

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ignoct week? :D

Title: Blood Will Remember (ao3 link)

Summary: When the invitation to Insomnia comes, Noctis knows the gods mean for him to try again. But this time he knows what to expect, and he’s not inclined to play along.

Rating: ...i forgot to rate it. Teen+/PG-13?

Warnings: genderswap, role swap, eventual canonical violence & death (this is only chapter one)

@ignoctweek Day 3 prompt: Reincarnation AU

These will remain, these will go searching Your veins for life when the flame of life smolders; The night that you two saw the mountains marching Up against dawn with the stars on their shoulders;

The jetting poplars’ arrested fountains As you drew her under them, easing her pain; The notes, not the words, of a half-finished sentence; The music, the silence. . . . These will remain.

-”The Chamber” by Louis Untermeyer

“Of course, the biggest story of today is the Oracle’s visit. The last time Insomnia saw an Oracle inside of her walls was five hundred years ago, and we all know how that turned out—”

“Turn it off.”

The perky reporter’s voice disappears with a soft click, and Noctis sighs as he leans back in his seat. He should’ve known better than to hope for something pleasant to listen to on his drive through the city. There are hundreds of people lining the streets, and there will be more people outside the castle hoping to get a glimpse of him. His skin itches just thinking about all of those eyes on him. Sure, people in the countryside are generally excited to see him, but this is completely over the top.

Well, it’s probably what he should have expected from Insomnians anyway. The gods know his people had never exactly been chill.

“Try to relax, Noct.” Ignis’ hand on his knee drags him back to the present. Noctis takes a deep breath and covers it with his own, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. “We’ll be there in a moment. You must appear unaffected.”

Noctis wants to ask how he knows where they are, but he won’t get an answer. He’s pretty sure Ignis remembers—the evidence is all there, if he looks—but he never talks about any of it. Not even late at night, when he wakes from nightmares and clings to Noctis like he’s scared he’ll disappear.

The car glides to a halt. Noctis looks up and makes a face at the crowd through his tinted windows, because they can’t see him yet.

“Behave.” Ignis squeezes his knee just hard enough to hurt, and gets out of the car before Noctis can respond. Seriously, how does he know?

Waiting for Ignis to open his door gives Noctis a chance to focus on now, so when he reaches out to take Ignis’ hand, he’s prepared for the wall of cheers that assaults him. He puts on his public smile and waves to the spectators, and it isn’t long before Ignis puts a gentle hand on his back and guides him into the building.

“Kinda makes you nostalgic for the Citadel, huh?” Noctis mutters under his breath. Ignis’ fingers twitch against his back.

“Perhaps we can request a tour of the museum before we leave the city.” There’s a bitter note to Ignis’ smile. “You were named after the last true king of Lucis.”

Noctis forces himself not to make a face. He doesn’t want a tour of the Citadel. Who knows what’s been done to it? “Don’t remind me.”

The inside of the castle is blessedly dark in comparison to the sunlight, and their footsteps echo in the cavernous hall. Noctis frowns at the gaudy decorations surrounding them. Absolutely nothing in this place looks functional, all of it golden and useless. It’s hard to believe people actually live here.

“My Lord?” It sounds like a question, but Noctis knows when Ignis is reprimanding him.

“Sorry.” He looks toward the door on the opposite side of the room, where a guard has been waiting for his acknowledgement, and a genuine smile crosses his face. It’s Cor. It’s impossible not to recognize that grumpy face, even with all the hair hanging in his eyes.

“Oracle.” Cor bows at the waist, low enough that Noctis can see that Cor has a ponytail. Noctis bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing hysterically. He can’t believe this version of Cor willingly grew out his hair. “I’m to guide you and your guard to the throne room for the negotiations.”

“Thank you.”

It’s somewhat disconcerting to be following Cor by keeping an eye on his hair, but Noctis tries to ignore it so he can memorize the way to the throne room. He doesn’t want to get lost if he has to get out in a hurry.

Not that he thinks he’ll need to. It’s just better to be on the safe side, historically speaking.

They stop outside of a pair of ornate double doors, and Cor briefly speaks to the guard. Something about him sparks a brief, vague memory, but he doesn’t quite catch hold of it before the doors are swinging open and he’s stepping inside. Oh well. He can’t expect himself to remember everything.

Cor announces Noctis and Ignis to the king and princess, then walks off to the side of the room. Not where the guards are standing, or even to sit with the nobility, but to stand in the little boxed off area for the press. With Prompto, who’s wearing a very fancy camera and his biggest smile. And—is that Dino? Reaching out to take Cor’s hand? Noctis is so not prepared for this.

Ignis gives Noctis a sharp poke, and Noctis moves forward on autopilot. “Cor is holding hands with Dino fucking Ghiranze.” Noctis whispers to him, because someone in this room should be as uncomfortable as he is right now. Ignis’ lips twitch into a brief frown.

“Try to focus, please,” Ignis says, because he wants Noctis to suffer.

Noctis can’t pout in public, but he doesn’t want to look up either. He focuses on the stairs in front of him instead, watches them get closer and closer until he knows he can’t go any further. He and Ignis stop at the base of the stairs, but Ignis doesn’t kneel until Noctis taps his thigh to let him know it’s safe.

Noctis looks up. Follows the golden threads of the black carpet lining the stairs, takes in the sight of Ravus decked out in black with the glow of the crystal behind him, and his heart aches for a power he’s never touched. He tries to keep his eyes on Ravus, because that’s who he’s here to speak with, but they inevitably slide to the left. To a smaller throne, and the woman who sits like a statue in her elegant black dress. The woman who winks at him.

Luna remembers.

The faintest sound of something tapping against metal brings Noctis’ attention back to Ravus. The king takes his hand off his hip and raises his arms to gesture to the room at large.

“It is my honor to welcome the Oracle of Shiva to our kingdom.” Ravus sounds much less annoyed with life than Noctis remembers, but that may be because he doesn’t hate him this time around. It’s probably weird that Noctis finds that so unsettling. “He comes as a symbol of peace in this uncertain time. We look forward to uniting with Accordo not only to ensure peace for this generation, but also for the generations that will come after us.”

Huh, Ravus is actually good at this king business. Noctis never would have guessed.

The speech drones on for some time, and Noctis just can’t bring himself to tune back into it. Ignis will tell him anything important he needs to know later. Instead he looks over the rest of the nobles, picking out the people who are familiar to him. There’s General Big Nose, looking as full of himself as ever. A few different politicians he never could remember the name of. Helen, who’s definitely noticed he isn’t paying attention and is giving him her Mom Face about it.

Clarus and his wife Ianthe, alive and both healthy by the looks of it. Iris is on Ianthe’s right, barely holding in her excitement, and on Clarus’ left—is Gladio a girl? Same scar, same hair, looks like she could pick Noctis up with one hand and toss him across the room. This life just keeps getting weirder.

Ravus’ voice trails off and cameras start flashing, which means Noctis has to pay attention now. Thankfully he only sees Ravus walking down the stairs, and when he gets to the bottom he holds out a hand for Noctis to shake.

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?” Ravus cocks an unimpressed eyebrow at him, and it’s all Noctis can do to keep his own smile from turning sheepish. He hadn’t thought he was being that obvious.

“I got at least the first thirty seconds.” Noctis shrugs and tilts his head toward the Amicitia family. “I was distracted.”

“I see.” Ravus actually does look like he understands. Noctis’ gaze flicks down to his flesh-and-blood left hand and he wonders. “You must be tired from traveling here. Perhaps a few moments in our garden would rejuvenate you?”

“Yes, I think it would.” Noctis looks over Ravus’ shoulder to see that Luna has already left her throne. Has she always moved so quietly? “We appreciate your hospitality, King Ravus.”

Ravus nods and gestures for Clarus to join them. His older daughter follows him, hips swaying as her heels click loudly on the tile floor. Noctis knows he’s staring, but he can’t stop himself. Gladio is a girl, sure, he can deal with that. But she’s also wearing a dress.

He wonders if it’s designed so she can fight in it. No, that’s a stupid question. Of course it is. Gladio would accept no less.

Gladio catches Noctis’ eye and winks. Flirtatiously. Noctis swears if Gladio starts sincerely flirting with him, his soul will just shrivel up and die. For now he assumes it was a hint to stop staring like a creep.

“If you would follow me, Oracle?” Clarus makes a gesture towards a small, dark door in a corner of the room. His smile is polite but genuine, which means he either didn’t notice Noctis staring at Gladio or he’s quietly planning how he’s going to murder Noctis later. It’s always hard to tell with him.

The door takes them to a cramped, curving hallway. The walk feels like it takes forever. Noctis is acutely aware of the low ceiling and the sound of Ignis’ gloved fingers trailing along the wall as they walk. Ignis is probably furious about his gloves getting ruined.

Going back out into the sunlight makes his eyes water, but the view of the courtyard is worth it. It’s awash with flowers everywhere, a sight Noctis isn’t used to seeing in the city.

“Gladiola will stay with you while you walk.” Clarus settles in next to the door they walked out of, standing at attention and smiling again. “I’ll ensure nobody else comes in to ruin your peace. Including a certain photographer.”

“You can’t blame him for trying, dad.” Gladiola’s grin is sharp. “Or for wanting to see me.”

Noctis rolls his eyes and walks away. Gladio hasn’t change at all.

The courtyard is bigger than Noctis expected it to be. Ignis falls behind him to speak quietly with Gladiola, talking about political things that Noctis has no interest in. He makes a face at the sky and wonders absently if they have a fishing pond.

There’s no pond, but the cobblestone path winds around the flowers and bushes to lead them to the tall willow in the center. The ground beneath it is coated in sylleblossoms, but Noctis barely notices them before his eyes are drawn instead to the bench sitting at its roots.

He has no idea what to say. He’s been waiting for literal centuries to see Luna, and now that he’s here all he can do is stare at her. What if he was wrong about her remembering? What if she was winking because he was staring, the way Gladio had? He can’t afford to look insane in front of the princess, not now.

The man standing at Luna’s side notices his stare and reaches for the weapon at his side. Shit.

“At ease, Nyx.” Luna puts a gentle hand on Nyx’s hand, but it takes a moment of the two staring at each other before he backs down. “I am certain the Oracle will do me no harm.”

Luna gets up from the bench and glides toward Noctis. His memories don’t do her justice, but that may be because she does look subtly different. Her face is a little thinner, but she looks stronger. In body, but not in spirit. He doesn’t think she could have gotten any stronger than she was that day.

“Luna…” Noctis can hardly believe she’s real.

Luna’s eyes fill with tears. “Oh, Noctis. It is you.” She takes the last step toward him and throws her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his neck as she cries. Noctis awkwardly hugs her back and closes his eyes. Maybe if he pretends hard enough, he won’t be crying too.

It’s about damn time the gods let them see each other again.

#ignoct week #ignoct #ffxv #fic post #prompt: reincarnation au

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sugasgrowl · 7 years

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Blood and Mercy

Member: Yoongi x Jin x Reader

Genre: gang au

Warnings: violence, gore, major character death, guns, alcohol, swearing

Word Count: 3613

Summary: There is a rat in Bangtan, but you’re going to fight for mercy.

Sequel: Red and Dead

HI WOW IM SO EMOTIONALLY DRAINED AFTER WRITING THIS. This one shot is based off of my great friend, @papa-seokjin‘s, fic called Tenacious. He and I talk about that universe way too often and this stemmed from a random conversation about who we thought would be the rat in the gang of Bangtan. Anyway, I’m fucked up. Enjoy.

“You’re a fucking liar!” you roared.

Your palms stung from the impact of slamming them against the table. The stone of a heart that resided in your chest felt as if it fell to your feet. Your entire body vibrated with the refusal to believe the utter bullshit that had just spewed from Min Yoongi’s mouth.

He was lying. He had to be lying. There was no way in hell that it could be true.

But the glowering scowl that twisted your leader’s face said that it was the truth. He was the last person you had ever imagined would betray the team. Who would betray you.

“I wish I was,” Yoongi grumbled, lithe frame leaned up against the mini bar in the corner of the room. At his side, knobby hands were white-knuckling a bottle of whiskey. Boss clearly wasn’t handling the news too well, either.

Though your face was pinched in anger, your legs began to tremble underneath you. There was a slight sting behind your eyes. Great, now your body was betraying you, too.

“What...what will we do with him?” you asked, doing your best to keep your voice steady.

You knew the answer before it left his lips.

“Rats get exterminated.”

You didn’t need to ask Yoongi to know what he had in mind, but having confirmation of the inevitable made you feel nauseated.

“No,” you croaked.

“Yes,” he hissed, taking a loping step forward so that he was almost nose to nose with you. “You think I’m not fucked up about this, too? He’s my friend. He was my friend long before you met him.”

If you had full control of your vocal cords, you would have told him that that didn’t matter in the slightest and he knew it. Yoongi may have known him longer, but you had loved him. You shared a bed with him. You knew him inside and out.

Traitor or not, you couldn’t let him kill Seokjin.

“Don’t you dare touch him, Yoongi,” you whispered.

The leader tilted his head back and laughed. Laughed long and hard enough to make your skin crawl and your eyes drop to the scuffed floor. As if he had just heard the best joke. Tears welling up in your eyes blurred Yoongi’s cackling face into a twisted smear of a monster.

“Jin has been leaking our plans to the fucking cops. He was helping plan our downfall. He wants us locked away,” Yoongi took another violent pull from the half empty bottle of whiskey. He cocked his head to the side, face twisting at the acidic burn of the alcohol.

“Do you not think,” he wiped his mouth on the back of his veiny hand, “that he deserves to be punished?”

“Well, yes, but -”

“He’s been working for them for over a year,” the older man spoke over you. “He was working for them while he was taking you on priceless vacations and fucking your brains out.”

If Yoongi hadn’t been practically holding you upright, you probably would have collapsed then and there.

“Face it, babe,” he chuckled, “Jin has ruined his credibility in our world. He’s as good as dead anyway with as many other gangs as we work with. They’ll be lining up at our doorstep to get their hands on him to see what he ratted them out for, too.”

Your lip curled into a snarl, and you sent him stumbling back with a hard shove to his chest. How dare he speak of Jin that way?

“I won’t let you lay a fucking hand on him,” you spat.

Yoongi smiled at you poisonously. Before you could blink, he had you pinned against the wall - forearm nearly crushing your windpipe. You let out an involuntary squeak as the back of your head slammed into the wall.

The pressure on your windpipe increased as you struggled against his hold.

“Get the fuck off me!” you rasped, fingers clawing at his flesh. Black irises locked with yours as your legs kicked at Yoongi’s shins. He grimaced in pain, and in the time it took you to realize what was happening, a radiating sting spread through the side of your face and across your tongue. You tasted the faint tang of blood.

“Since you’re so protective, why don’t you ensure he gets a quick death, huh?” he seethed. He had your chin trapped between his thumb and forefinger. You could taste the whiskey on his breath as it fanned across your cheeks.

“Yoongi,” you almost soundlessly wheezed, “‘m...gonna fuckin’ kill you -”

“Because if I get my hands on that traitor before you do, honey,” his tongue flickered out to wet the wolfish, gleeful hint of a smile ghosting on his lips, “he’s gonna wish he had an angel like you to end it for him.”

“Get the fuck off!”

And just like that, you could breathe again. You coughed and sputtered, knees going to rubber and sending you tumbling into the floor. Through the white stars throbbing behind your eyelids from lack of oxygen, you could just make out Yoongi stalking off in the direction of Jin’s bedroom.

You scrambled to right yourself. No, no, no, no.

In your time as a member of Bangtan, you had seen Yoongi do a lot of horrific things. You’d seen him torture men for days on end, dragging it out as long as possible until they were begging for death. You’d seen him bash a man’s head in with the butt of a gun until it was the equivalent of hamburger meat. You’d witnessed him do a lot of fucked up shit, but he’d always been loving to his men.

And now he was about to kill one of his best friends.

“Yoongi, please!” you called into the dark house, praying that you didn’t trip over anything as you sprinted through the blackness.

You heard the unmistakable crack of Yoongi’s boot kicking open the bedroom door. Your heart flopped against your ribs.

“Hoseok!” Yoongi bellowed. “Wake up and help me take out the trash!”

The younger man stumbled out of his room to see their leader dragging a shirtless and half asleep Seokjin into the hallway by his hair. His pained yelps of protest and confusion echoed throughout the old house.

“We’re doing this...right now?” Hoseok hesitantly asked, barely audible over the sound of Jin spouting off every swear word known to man.

In one swift movement, Yoongi had Jin’s arm pinned behind his back and a switchblade lightly pressed to the column of his throat.

“No time like the present, brother!” he nearly sang.

He forcibly yanked the traitor’s head back until it was almost resting between his shoulder blades. The blade glinted maliciously as it kissed his bronze skin.

“The fuck is this, Yoongi?” Jin hissed as Hoseok’s deft fingers bound his wrists behind his back with rope that he seemingly pulled out of thin air.

“How fuckin’ stupid do you think I am?” Yoongi asked. His voice was low but ice cold. Realization flickered across Jin’s face, fear quickly flooding in its place.

“Yoongi, I can explain -” he was cut off with a swift punch to the mouth.

He staggered in Yoongi’s hold, a moan of pain escaping his lips. In front of him, Hoseok shook out his hand - a tightness playing behind his eyes.

“Sorry, hyung,” he muttered.

Your insides were ice cold. Much, much too cold. You’d watched them commit - and helped take part in - many murders. Even tortures, if it was for the sake of the gang. You knew what was to come, you knew that they would hurt Jin. But seeing it with your own two eyes was different.

“Yoongi, please just fucking listen to me -”

“Would you just shut the fuck up?” he yelled. His black eyes were hot coals burning into you. “Hoseok, help me get him to The Interviewing Room.”

It was as if Jin was just realizing that you were there. His dark eyes widened. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by Hoseok’s fists once again. Two hits to the face, one hit to the diaphragm. The man folded like a card table with a rattling wheeze, broad shoulders curling in on themselves. In the dim lighting of the hallway you could just make out a smear of bloody drool on his chin.

As he leaned forward to catch his breath, Yoongi and Hoseok each grabbed him and dragged him towards the emptied out work room.

You followed them mindlessly, like you were caught in a dream. This wasn’t real. None of it was real. You were actually all out in the yard playing baseball together. Jungkook was showing off as per usual. Jimin was droning on and on about the effectiveness of a bat as a weapon. There was no way that this, Jin being dragged off to his murder, was reality.

The lights of The Interviewing Room flickered on and cast a sickly, yellowish, washed out glow to everything. There was a singular metal chair ominously sitting in the middle of the room - waiting for the next poor soul who would be tied down and fucked up. Silver instruments of torture were spread out neatly across the dresser top and gleaming monstrously in the corner of your eye.

Jin sat half slumped in the chair, still trying to catch his breath. Excluding his ragged breathing, he was quiet. Yoongi stood in front of him with crossed arms - switchblade firmly grasped in his sure fingers.

“You’ve been a part of Bangtan for so many years,” he crouched down to be at eye level. “Why rat on us now? After all this time?”

“I wish I could say it was because I wanted to save people from falling victim to your short fuse,” Jin locked eyes with him, “but that would be a lie.”

“Why?” Yoongi spat.

“The authorities almost had enough evidence on you to shut it all down. They offered me a deal. Said if I helped them out, I could get my sentence shortened.”

Yoongi nodded wordlessly and calmly slid the leather jacket off his shoulders before tossing it to Hoseok. Only a moment ticked by before he tipped the chair back with a harsh kick. It landed so explosively that it made you jump and your teeth grind together. Jin grunted as he fell backward, unable to stop the fall due to his bound hands and feet. Yoongi crouched over him, eyes scanning the bruised man’s face, before he let out a chuckle.

Your palms started to sweat.

The sudden sound of knuckles crunching into a perfectly straight nose made your stomach turn. Jin gasped and sputtered, sending a spray of blood to stain Yoongi’s white shirt. He coughed violently, choking on the blood dripping from his nose and down the back of his throat. His nose bent at an odd angle, the imperfection looking out of place on his handsome face.

“You were supposed to be one of my most loyal men,” Yoongi tsked. “I let you into my home, I fed you and clothed you. Hell, I made you! You were just an accountant before you joined Bangtan. I made you great, and this is how you repay me?”

He let out a dramatic sigh as he pulled his pistol from the waistband of his jeans. Jin blearily struggled to focus on what was being held before his eyes.

“That’s okay,” Yoongi gritted out as he brought the butt of the gun down onto Jin’s chiseled cheekbone. His eyelids drooped as he fought to stay conscious. The fresh gash from being pistol-whipped sent crimson dribbling down his cheek. “You wanna act like an enemy, we’ll treat you like an enemy,” the blue haired man patted him on the side of the face. “Here, sit him up again.”

Watching him get the shit beat out of him felt like you were the one strapped in that god forsaken chair. You could withstand a lot. But this was too much.

You weren’t sure at what point you tackled Yoongi and ended up splayed out on the tiled floor, breath stolen from your lungs, with him looming over you - a menacing sneer on his face. Although it probably happened right around the moment Jin started whimpering and crying out in pain. Had you taken a moment to plan your attack instead of acting out of rage, you might not look near as foolish as you did then.

“What are you doing?”

“Th-that’s enough, Yoongi,” you panted. “He gets the idea, alright? He fucked up.”

“Hoseok,” a bubble of bloody film burst between his swollen lips. The copious amounts of blood pouring from Jin’s nose made him sound like he had a cold. “Get her out of here. She shouldn’t see this.”

You could barely understand him.

“No!” you snapped when Hoseok took a cautious step in your direction. “Jin, shut the fuck up. Yoongi, please don’t do this,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you really didn’t care. “This is Jin that you’re hurting.”

“This is not the Kim Seokjin that I know. This is a rat.”

You clambered to your feet.

“You may be his leader, but you’re also his friend.”

There was a beat or two of silence before Yoongi’s lips pulled into a subtle smirk. A chilling sign of what was going through his mind. He took a leisurely step towards the array of tools sprawled out across the dresser.

“Not anymore,” he smiled as he wrapped his pale fingers around the handle of a hammer. “Hoseok, do you think we should start with his fingers? Or his -”

He was cut off with a wheeze as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a suffocating embrace from behind. The hammer fell to the tiled floor with a deafening clang, Yoongi’s fingers loosening and busying themselves with clawing at your skin. Strangled swears and insults vibrated against the skin of his throat.

Hoseok watched in horror from the other side of the room, his fingers twitching towards the holster under his arm.

“Touch the gun and I’ll kill both of you.”

Hoseok dropped his hands. You knew he had a strict code for himself. Thou shalt not hurt women or children.

“Yoongi,” you rasped in his ear, just loud enough for him to hear. “I’m not going to point my gun at you because I don’t want to kill you. I just need you to listen -”

He cut you off by stumbling backwards and slamming your body into the wall. The brief moment that your concentration was compromised, you caught en elbow to the solar plexus. Your vision tinged with white as all the air was stolen from your lungs. You fought the urge to let your guard down and blindly threw a punch in hopes of making contact. You felt the distinct sensation of your knuckles smashing into something that felt eerily like teeth.

Your vision came back with a few hard blinks of your eyes.

“Fuck!” Yoongi swore with a shaky laugh as he dabbed at the bloody cut on his lip. He grimaced at the sight of bright crimson smeared across his fingertips. He laughed heartily, bloody teeth baring themselves in horrific joy. “You’re a persistent bitch, aren’t you!”

You blinked and he was on you, all five foot nine inches of raw power tackling you to the ground with a maniacal growl. Pain radiated through your elbow and tailbone from the impact, and the cold tiles bit into your skin as he did his best to hold you down. His pale arm stretched across the tiles to reach for the fallen hammer, the handle just out of his reach.

With a burst of strength, you threw him off of you and managed to reverse your positions. His thin frame writhed underneath you in an attempt to escape. Yoongi was faster in combat, but you were heavier, and you used it to your advantage. You grabbed him by his shirtfront and used your knees to pin his arms down by his sides.

“What, you gonna kill me for planning to drain your traitor of an ex boyfriend’s blood like the pig he is?” Yoongi taunted, voice rough from exertion.

A fierce cry permeated the air as your fist made contact with his nose, the cartilage giving way with a ghastly crunch. His black eyes widened in shock at the feeling of hot blood pouring out of his nose and into his mouth. He licked his lips nervously at the sight of the blade of your freshly unsheathed knife. You traced the cold metal across his cheekbone, pridefully taking in the way he tried to follow the motion out of the corner of his eye. He tried to fight the shudder rippling through him at the feeling of you pressing the edge into the shell of his ear, a tiny bead of blood raising to the surface.

“If someone is killing him, it will be me.”

Yoongi opened his mouth in protest, but closed it quickly when you pressed your knife harder against his ear ever so slightly.

“I will kill him. I loved him. I will kill him, but you will not torture him. You will not hurt him anymore. It is still Jin. He doesn’t deserve torture, Yoongi, he’s a traitor but he deserves a more honorable death than that,” you could have sworn you heard Jin gasp, but you couldn’t be sure. “If you want to try to stop me, I’ll kill you. I’ll fight you again and I will fucking win again, because you’re not going to lay a fucking hand on him.”

His bruising eyes locked with yours, and his bleeding lips twisted into a scowl as he silently agreed.

When you forced your aching body to stand, Hoseok scurried from the other side of the room to help Yoongi up as well. You locked eyes with your leader and continued to glare at him, knife glinting with his blood under the fluorescent lights, until they closed the door behind them.

The room was silent for a moment, save for the hiss of you wiping your blade clean on your jeans.

“I didn’t want to do it,” Jin softly said from behind you. “You know I...I love you all.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, stomach twisting for a multitude of reasons.

“I know.”

You forced yourself to face him, regret immediately filling you. Beaten, bruised, and bleeding all over his naked chest. He was almost unrecognizable. Almost. Even under all the swelling and drying blood, there was something so undeniably handsome and so very Jin about his appearance, and it made your throat tighten.

“How do I look?” he almost teasingly asked. Leave it to Jin to joke until his last breath.

“Never looked better.”

“Yeah, well,” he smiled sadly, matted and bloody black hair falling into his eyes, “that won’t last long. I’m guessing I’ll have to have most of my skull intact to have an open casket funeral.”

You grimaced, “Don’t say shit like that.”

His brows furrowed.

“Why not? I’m accepting death. You’re about to put a bullet in my brain because I’m a snake who betrayed Bangtan.”

You placed your hands on the armrests of his chair and stooped down to his level, a slight snarl etched into your face.

“No, I’m about to put a bullet in your brain because I couldn’t watch Yoongi gut you like a fish,” you gritted out, ignoring the burn behind your eyes.

After a moment of tense silence, you sighed.

“It hurt too much to see you in pain, okay?”

“But it didn’t when you left me?”

Your jaw clenched. You didn’t need the image of his dejected face as you ended things with him six months ago floating through your mind right now.

“You know I didn’t want to -”

“Then why did you?” he raised his voice.

You rubbed your hands over your face. Work had always been your priority, and loving Jin put him before all else. Bangtan was on the backburner, and your possible future with Jin was constantly in the forefront of your mind.

“I lost myself when I was with you. Work wasn’t at the top of my list anymore.”

“Was that really a bad thing?” he asked. “We could have run away. You’re a smart and strong woman, you could have worked wherever you wanted. Hell, I made enough money with my side job to keep us living great lives.”

“Jin, please don’t -”

“We could have had everything,” he mumbled under his breath.

Wordlessly, you caressed his bruised jaw with your thumb. His dark eyes lifted to meet yours as he leaned into your touch, and you gave him a watery smile. Before you could stop yourself, you pressed your lips to his in one final kiss.

His lips were swollen and clumsy, and his tongue tasted metallic and bloody. Even through the gore, he still tasted like Jin. Sweet with the faintest hint of nicotine.

You pulled away and cleared your throat before the tightness in your chest consumed you.

The gun felt too cold and too heavy in your sweaty palm as you pressed it to his forehead. Your whole body was trembling.

“Just do it, baby. It’s okay.”

Your heart lurched at his words, and your fingers shook as you pulled back the hammer.

“I forgive you,” he whispered, brown eyes meeting yours over the barrel of the gun. “For everything.”

“I love you so much, and I always will.”

You pulled the trigger, and he slumped over in his seat.

Everything was red.

#bts fic #bts #gang au #bts gang au #bangtan sonyeondan #yoongi fic #jin fic #bts jin #bts yoongi

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jimincase · 7 years

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Deceit

*gif not mine, credit to original owner

A/N: This is my very first story/fic so I hope you all enjoy :) Also I try to keep these stories gender neutral but there may be a slip or two of using the she pronoun so I hope not to offend anyone! This is also in first person perspective

Gang! AU

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Summary: You’re the child of the leader of Scarlet, one of the biggest gangs in the country. Or so you think. That is until you’re taken by the rival gang, Bangtan, and some stories come to light, changing everything.

Word Count: 2.2K

“Let me go, let me go!”

I could hear my heart beating against my chest, preventing me from hearing anything, the blood pounding against my skull, my throat raw from all the screams and everywhere on my body bruised and sore. The more I fought the tighter the arms around my waist got. There were multiple assailants, all trying to stop my erratic movements and shut me up. My legs moved and kicked whomever and wherever they could while my body jerked, trying to loosen the arms encircling me. I screamed even more before a hand slapped down on my mouth, the sound echoing throughout the empty alleyway. My teeth clamped down on the hand and instantly another yell shouted from the man and a bitter, metallic taste encased my tastebuds. I knew who these people were with and I’d be damned if I didn’t go out without a fight. I couldn’t be taken. My family, everyone I cared about, were relying on me. They trusted me. I couldn’t lose them.

“I promise I’ll be save, Dad!” I squealed, throwing my hands up in the air as I followed the burly man out of his office, “You’ve been making me take those self-defensive classes for months now. I know how to fight and protect myself.”

My father shook his head, still not turning around to look at me. “You’re my only child Y/N, people are going to come after you. They want to take a stab at one of the biggest gangs in the country and how better to do that than by taking the leader’s child? Hm?” He stopped walking, throwing a lasting glance over his shoulder towards me before walking away.

I stayed rooted to the spot, frustration building up. Blood boiling, I yelled the first thought that came to mind, “You can’t protect me forever, you know! I can’t have someone follow me around as a pathetic bodyguard everytime I wanna go out! It’s about time to let me go out and do what I want to!”

I heard fast, loud footsteps coming back to the hallway and soon my father’s red face appeared in my vision. “Your mother was killed! She was murdered by those scum and you want to go out and do what you wanna do? They are still out there Y/N, they still want blood and that won’t ever change!”

“Exactly! So what’s the point of babying me? I’m old enough to be able to go out when I want to, like a normal adult. I know that Bangtan wants blood and I know that they would want to come for me to gain power over Scarlet but why would they in broad daylight?”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tapped his foot against the ground, a trait he does when thinking. After a few moments he looked at me, his eyes softening and his face no longer red, “Please Y/N, be careful. Bring a knife with you or pepper spray, anything.”

A huge smile tugged at my lips as I went to go hug my father, the man who raised me by himself when my mother was murdered by the rival gang, Bangtan. The man who was feared and known to strike people dead in their tracks just from paranoia alone yet always made sure I was happy. Living without a mother was hard but he always tried his best to be both parents. I wasn’t ever thrilled with what he does, but this place, these people are a family. They look out for each other, they look out for me. Being in a gang like Scarlet was dangerous but a pleasure to meet people who I considered family. Being the leader’s daughter, of course, also came with backlash for many people, in Scarlet and elsewhere, hated me and wouldn’t mind me disappearing or dying. “I promise, Dad.”

It was his turn to smile, a small dimple popping up on one of his cheeks, “You know, you’re just like your mother. Always demanding and fighting for what she wanted. She’s probably laughing to herself right now as we speak, going on about how "That’s my kid alright!””

He turned around, never wanting to look at me when he talked about my mother. I was used to this from him. Thanking him, I rushed downstairs with my already prepared bag and bolted out the door. I had no idea where I was going but I was going to enjoy this freedom.

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows over the downtown area and signaling me that it was time to start heading home. My face ached from how much I kept smiling throughout the day. My mind raced with how I would recount my adventure to the people back home. I was so into my thoughts that I didn’t even notice the man approaching me. As our shoulders collided his phone and my bags clattered to the cement.

“I am so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention. Is your phone okay?” I blurted out, quickly dropping to the ground to pick up the fallen items as he did the same.

“No, no, it was my fault too. Don’t worry about it! My phone is fine.” His deep voice stated.

I looked up at the man finally, seeing a boxy smile plastered on his face as he handed my bags back to me while revealing his undamaged phone. His almond hair was tucked under a white snapback that matched his large, baggy, white shirt. As he stood up, it soon became apparent just how tall he was as he towered over me, handing the last bag to me. His dark eyes stared at my face for a few moments too long before a smirk grazed his plump lips. He was very handsome, no doubt, but unfortunately, I had to get back home before nightfall.

I opened my mouth to speak, “Thank you but I really need to go–”

“Do you think I can get your name please?”

My lips quirked up, “Y/N.”

He smiled as well, bringing the phone back up to his ear to continue his conversation.

“I’ll see you soon, Y/N,” He called, turning back around and waving his hand in the air. Before I turned to walk away, I caught a glimpse of his conversation with the person on the phone, “Yeah, I found them, Namjoon. They’re heading over there now.”

Not taking the time to contemplate his words and feeling guilty for partially eavesdropping, I bolted in the direction of home. I knew I was late, the darkened sky displaying that clearly, almost mockingly. The farther I got from the downtown area, the less people there were. Eventually I was the last one on the long road, rushing to make it home in time before anything seriously dangerous could occur and my father’s fears were proven true. My eyes kept darting behind me every couple minutes or so, making sure no one was following me. As I passed an alleyway, an arm shot out, wrapping around my waist and arms and another hand trying to cover my mouth. Loud shouts left my mouth, hoping to gain the attention of anybody that was near. I knew screaming was futile as no one was around to hear my struggle but I couldn’t stop the yells from leaving my throat. My legs kicked as my body thrashed, trying to stop the multiple hands trying to pin me down and loosen the ones already encasing me. The men around began shouting at each other but I couldn’t hear them due to my own wails. Finally, I was able to get one of my arms out from the tight grasp my attacker had on me and reel my elbow back into his face causing a loud crack to ripple in the otherwise silent night.

“Alright, I’m over this!” A gravelly voice bellowed before the arms once holding me disappeared and instead was replaced by the solid brick wall. A yelp escaped my raw throat as I made contact and landed flat on my stomach. I tried standing up but a foot crashed down onto my back, right between my shoulder blades, trapping me between it and the ground. My vision was obscured as I tried craning my neck upwards in an attempt to make out anything. As soon as my eyes landed on a figure right in front of me, an excruciating pain bounced on my skull before spreading to the rest of my body. The pain was overwhelming and I couldn’t help but to give into the darkness as it called to me and offered its services. I succumbed and allowed it to take me away from the pain and fear.

My eyes peeled open before my mind could register and catch up to the current situation. Pain exploded and spread all throughout my body and I desperately wished to hide away from it and get swallowed by the darkness once again but my brain seemed to refuse my desperate request. Deciding to take these quiet moments to examine my present conditions, I looked around, trying to see anything I could. The room I was in was dark which took my eyes a few moments to adjust before I concluded that there were several people also present in the room. Their faces were covered and they each had a holster strapped to their bodies. I tried pulling my hand up to wipe my face but soon realized that wouldn’t be possible as my hands were cuffed behind me and my feet tied to the legs of the chair I was sat in. The masked men standing in the room watched my every breath very closely, almost as if they were calculating my actions and trying to predict what I'd do next. My flesh burned as I tried tugging and pulling out of the metal cuffs enclosing my wrists to no prevail. My thoughts took a turn for the worse, wondering just what these people would do to me. Would they torture me? Would they kill me? Would they use me to get to my father and Scarlet? My breathing was starting to convey my panic and fear and I quickly evened it out before anyone could notice my anxiety.

Minutes droned on and on as no one moved or talked when out of a nowhere, a loud squealing bang echoed throughout the tiny, empty space as the rusty, metal door was kicked open. Two silhouetted figures stood in the doorway and it was impossible to make out any details about them due to the light behind them and the darkness throughout the room. The guards in the room seemed to stiffen up, becoming more tense as the new people came in but I didn't have time to think about it as the first figure stepped forward, coming straight to me. The closer he got, the more frightening he became. His reddish-brown locks were parted, revealing his dark eyes. A wicked smile was plastered on his face as he tightened the leather jacket around his torso. His footsteps echoed like thunder and I felt every step rattle in my bones. He squatted down to my height once he reached me, cocking his head to the side as he stared directly in my eyes. His eyes bored into my own, almost like he was searching the very depths of my soul. His smile never faltered however and once he seemed to complete his unspoken analysis of me, his hand darted up to my face, cupping my chin roughly.

"Well aren't you going to be fun." His tone was ominous, his words haunting and chilling. The statement rang throughout my mind, the fear of the unknown shaking me to the core. His smile still never dropped as he moved my face from side to side, inspecting me more. His face moved closer to my own. The closer he got the quicker I felt my heart beating against my chest, my fear quickly rising. I could feel his hot breath on my ear but as he was about to say something, another voice spoke up.

"That's enough Hoseok." The other figure stated, appearing right behind the man. I hadn't even noticed him approaching us, too focused on the one called Hoseok.

"Oh, come on, Boss! I rarely get to do this anymore." He whined, staring at the blonde.

Boss? This was the boss-- the leader-- around here? The man in front of me was young, seeming my age, yet he was the leader of Bangtan, Scarlet's rival. How could such a young man lead such a hugely vicious gang? I was so transfixed by my thoughts that I didn't even notice that both men had stopped bickering and were staring at me.

“There is no way Namjoon.” Hoseok spoke, transfixed on me, a look of doubt clouding his features.

“I know it sounds crazy,” the boss admitted, not tearing his eyes away me either. “But I know her face. I’ve seen it everyday for over 20 years! This is Nari and Kei’s kid! I’m telling you!”

“Who would’ve thought we would find the missing child of Bangtan’s leader tonight.”

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