#another series

[invertedjasper]

I like oqp

[0perfectimperfections0]

Just Like Us Pt. 2

Lou spotted one of the ragdolls being shoved toward recycling. The robots had contained them into a line leading all the way into the pipe. Of course, all of the pink doll's friends were near the front--the leaders of this ragtag army. He stopped Moxy short and leaned down close to whisper, "How good is your acting?"

"Not to brag, but I'm kinda a professional." She hadn't lost much of her pep.

He rolled his eyes, "Cry."

"Huh?"

"Cry. Make it seem real. We need to get through these robots."

She blinked a few times before suddenly trying to yank her wrist out of his hold. "Help!" He fumbled forward in surprise at the outburst, quickly realizing she was doing what he'd told her to. Regaining a stoic face, he pulled her toward the pipe, down the line of UglyDolls. "Someone! Please! Lou don't do this! We don't deserve this!"

All the dolls watched him with glares that might as well have been death threats. He held little to no remorse for them. They had come too close to ruining his entire life -- and ruining his life seemed hard to do, in his eyes. It was already terrible. Once he got toward the front of the line, those glares mixed with the petrified faces of her friends. They looked between Lou and Moxy, desperate to save her but knowing the robots would indeed attack if they moved.

Their faces didn't matter to him. His eyes barely glanced at Ox, who was at the very front of the line, seeing the devastation in every stitch of his face. Lou forced himself to face forward again. Moxy continued tugging and screaming for him to change his mind. He had to hand it to her; she definitely made it believable.

The robots registered his approach, eyes flashing as they scanned him. He stood upright before them, Moxy's wrist still clutched tightly. "Let me pass. I'll handle the extermination from here." Their eyes flashed again, and they wheeled back. He waited silently until they disappeared back toward his mansion, keeping an eye on them out of his peripheral.

Ox tried to appear angry. Spiteful. Something other than wholly shattered. "Deja Vu," he spoke bitterly.

Lou stared him down, expressionless save for the way his mouth pulled down into a frown and the slight narrowing of his eyes. He let go of Moxy's wrist, and she stood beside him to wait for his next course of action. The other Uglies glanced between the two. Lou kneeled down, taking Moxy's hand and placing a key in her palm. "There's a sealed vault at the end of the pipe. I had the robots block the way to Uglyville. This will unlock it." He pushed her fingers to wrap over the key, looking into her eyes. "I'll reprogram them to forget about your location in Uglyville. It'll be as if you never came here."

She stared down at his hands over hers, "So...that's it? Everything we did...was still for nothing? We still don't get a kid?" She met his eyes again.

"It's all I can give you," Lou squeezed her hand before letting go. "Not everyone gets their happy ending." He looked down at the floor.

"I'm not gonna stop trying, you know," Moxy stared at him determinedly.

Lou shook his head, "You have to. Moxy, listen to me: you can't come back here. Both of us die if you do. Those robots will report me the second they find out I let you live...and it'll be recycling for the both of us. So, do us both a favor and just...let it go. You get to do whatever you want in Uglyville. No rules. No expectations. Don't give all of that up by coming back here."

Moxy's eyes watered. She looked back down at her hand with the key clasped securely inside. A small, weak smile played on her lips, "A lot different from the first time you told me to leave."

He gave a short laugh, looking down, "Yeah, well, insults don't seem to work on you. A part of me doubts that this will, too."

"It won't."

"Moxy-"

"I'm coming back." Her tone was final despite the look he was giving her. "And I won't be leaving next time without you. We're both leaving this place, Lou."

He shook his head, sighing in frustration, "I can't do that."

"That's why I'm coming back; to help you."

"No, Moxy, you don't understand-"

He was cut short when she tackled him in a hug. She tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm coming back. And just like before, there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Lou's eyes were wide from the contact. When was the last time he'd hugged someone? His arms were held out unsurely. Slowly, he gave her a light embrace back. The eyes of the other dolls on them are still ever present in the back of his mind. He sighed, letting himself relax for once. "You're going to get us both killed," he murmured.

"I'd like to see them try." If only he had her spirit. So many years of isolation made that fire run cold. So many escape attempts that only ended up in failure. He could never hold the same conviction as she did. She pulled back slowly, trying to lighten his spirits with a bright smile. It did very little to assuage his concerns. "Give me four days to come up with a plan and sneak in here."

He stood, crossing his arms and looking down at her tiredly. "Good, then that gives me four days to come up with a list of reasons why you shouldn't go through with this stupid plan of yours."

"I can't wait to hear them!" She laughed.

"I'm already at twenty," despite himself, he couldn't stop the small smile from forming. It dropped when he laid eyes on Ox again. The bunny took in a shaky breath, smiling.

"I knew you were better than this," Ox had half a mind to tackle Lou in a hug of his own. It had been so long since they'd embraced.

Lou didn't share the smile. There was still that pain in his chest every time he looked at Ox. All he could remember was the feeling of betrayal when the bunny wanted to leave. Pushing that down, for now, he faced Ox, a placid look on his face as he tilted his head toward an eager Moxy. "Talk her out of this nonsense. I'm serious about this idea being dangerous--fatal, actually."

Moxy gave Lou a sarcastic look, "Not gonna happen. You should know by now that I'm not so easily swayed."

"So I've heard," Lou rolled his eyes. He checked behind them to make sure the robots weren't returning. "We push our luck with every minute. You all need to leave now."

Moxy gave one last surprising hug to him, arms wrapping around his legs. "Thank you," she sighed. Lou patted her head and ushered her on. He didn't give Ox the time of day. The bunny pursed his lips and forced himself to walk on with Moxy.

Lou watched all the Uglies file on through the pipe. The ones who had only seen the display gave him curious looks. Some of the younger dolls skipped happily, waving to him with so much gratitude. They'd seen enough to know that they were no longer headed to death. Lou merely gave them a curt nod as they walked back. He continued to keep an eye out until every last Ugly disappeared through the pipe. Staring into the dark void for a heartbeat longer, he took in a deep breath and turned to head back to his mansion. The robots still had to be taken care of.

He just hoped that Moxy would change her mind in the next four days. The idea of him being thrown into recycling did little to phase him. He had imagined committing the deed himself when escape was impossible, but he couldn't let that happen to Moxy.

The realistic part of him knew she would be back.

And he hated how much hope that gave him.

[thedummysdummy]

Family Time: Part 1

Despite the girl’s fears of screaming and dramatics, Cleo and Little Vic were exceedingly well behaved both in the airport and while on the plane. It probably helped that their father had obtained the entire first class cabin; the children could play or sleep or whatever caught their tiny little fancies. Victor watched them with softness in his eyes and his wife’s hand clutched tightly in his own. “They look so much like us at that age,” he commented, watching as their older son so patiently listened to his younger sister’s stories and played her imaginary games. 

“Like a glimpse into the past,” the girl agreed, resting her head on Victor’s shoulder. “Do you think we would have ended up together and this happy if we hadn’t gone through all of that mess in the past?” 

Victor considered the question for a few moments, his eyes never leaving his children. “We would absolutely be part of each others’ lives. If I’ve learned anything with everything we’ve been through, it’s that no matter what happened, we would find each other. No matter the distance or the situation, we would eventually find our way back together.” His voice was resolute and firm without even the faintest trace of unsurety. 

The girl smiled and kissed the side of Victor’s neck. “You’re right. But wouldn’t it be nice if we could have been childhood sweethearts who were able to support each other through school and all of the hard things that happened while we were apart?” She glanced up through her long eyelashes at Victor’s profile. His jawline and eyes always seemed so much softer and more approachable from this angle…her heart fluttered and she felt so incredibly lucky. 

“As much as I try to make up for the time we missed, every experience we went through formed us into the people we have become. While I have absolutely no doubt we would have ended up in each others’ lives, I have seen enough variations of what that looks like that I would not dare change a single thing. Besides, how could I have focused on building up LFG with a dummy distracting me all the time? We can thank our time apart for the life that we now live.” Victor smiled and tapped the girl’s nose fondly. “But why don’t we stop dwelling on what other realities we might have ended up in and enjoy the fact that we managed to live the best possible one?” 

“That we did. Thanks to all your crazy and sometimes frustrating shenanigans.” The girl nuzzled Victor’s chin and closed her eyes with a yawn. Victor shifted slightly to allow the girl to recline in his arms and held her while her breathing evened and slowed, sleep eventually carrying her off. The children, too, eventually settled on a pile of blankets and pillows to fill the air with their tiny snores. 

Victor breathed in every moment of this precious family time. While no amount of living in the moment could make up for the thousands of years he spent alone…that was no excuse not to enjoy the time he did have. He fully immersed himself in the rising and falling of his children’s chests. In the sound of Little Vic muttering in his sleep. In the warmth of his wife’s form securely in his arms. In this moment where everything he had pushed so hard to obtain rested so peacefully and safe within his grasp. 

He must have drifted off at some point, because the next thing he knew the pilot was announcing their arrival over the PA. The girl and the children rubbed their eyes and yawned as they buckled and were buckled in for the descent. Victor glanced out the window at the California lights below and quickly gathered up their belongings before putting on his own seatbelt. The landing was smooth and soon the four exited the plane. Victor held the four year old Cleo in one arm and his wife’s hand on the other side, while she held Little Vic’s hand. The children looked around curiously, their excited eyes taking in the new scenery. 

“Alright, you two. Dad is going to go get the rental car and we’re going to wait right here. No wandering off, okay?” The girl patted a bench outside the rental car booth and Victor handed over the still-sleepy Cleo. She clung to her mother and her eyes began to droop immediately. Little Vic, on the other hand, sat down next to his mom and watched the people going by. Victor returned minutes later with the keys and the little family picked up their luggage, piled into the car, and headed for the hotel. 

By the time they arrived, both children were asleep again. Victor left the car at valet and requested for their luggage to be brought up to their room. He scooped up Little Vic, the girl carried Cleo, and within minutes the kids were snuggled up in their bed. The girl looked at all the Disney-themed decor in the room, the palm trees outside the window, and the smile on her husband’s face. “Well, the travel was surprisingly easy. Let’s hope the kids are this good the whole trip, hm?” 

Victor chuckled and nodded, sitting down at the desk and pulling out his laptop. “We can only hope. I need to get a little bit of work done before bed, so don’t wait up for me. Try to get some sleep so we don’t have to deal with jetlag tomorrow, okay?” The girl nodded and curled up under the blankets facing her husband. Her eyes lingered on his strong, straight back and she couldn’t help but smile. There was plenty of time the rest of the week to guilt him out of working. Tonight she could just enjoy the gentle tap of the keyboard and the breathing of her children.

[knightofleo]

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Annabel | Anamnesis from Another

[labella420]

Not me getting an idea for another series when I already have three in progress… 🤷🏽‍♀️😬😆

[ditttiii]

airport idol?? what's that??

that is a whole lot of unedited mess, but in 3 random bullet points

an ot7 x reader fic

set in present (or close to present) time

an airport lounge and delayed flights

[ktheist]

prologue: straight into hell

angel!jungkook x soon-to-be-demon!reader. 1.4k words. fluff (or angst if you see it that way) & comedy!

A lot of people don’t know this, but angels are actually God’s hitmen. And the misunderstood demons are merely soul guiders. (x) 

x

“Pretty, isn’t it?” 

Jungkook’s eyes are flecked with silver, his smile, like that of a fascinated child. It sends chills to your spine. The sight before you had not been all too familiar. A child weeps beside his mother’s dead body, a man drags himself across the street, paralyzed waist down. A young boy who would look you and Jungkook’s age had you been mortal, tells his friend he hadn’t seen his cousin when he saw familiar red shoe attached to a leg.

“Let’s go back.” You say dryly, the nearest trees trembling as your wings flare.

“Listen, can you hear them?” Jungkook whizzes past you with excitement, “ah, music to my ear.”

At this speed and height, the air pressure is strong enough to burst a mortal’s eardrum but you can hear just fine. The newscasters’ rushed sentence, the shouts to evacuate, the crackling of fire not too far from the city which ether Jungkook had split into two with his bare hands.

“There are people dying,” you regret snapping at him the moment his expression drops.

“You’re distressed,” he asserts as though he’s surprised, “the council-”

“-Has changed. It didn’t used to be like this, we only take lives when we need to. You’ve changed.”

Before he gets the chance to say anything, you spread your wings, cutting through the air. 

“H-hey, I almost fell!” Jungkook calls out when the wave almost blew him off like a leaf.

Your wings are made of a Fae’s blood. Strum with gold feathers, it catches the rays of the evening sun and calls for the mortals who sail the seas. In your youthful days, you would soar across the horizon so the ocean would look as though there were treasures at the bottom. Men had jumped off their boat in greed only to either drown or be caught by the sirens.

Your wings, they easily overpower Jungkook’s.

Taehyung’s already waiting for you as you truck your wings together. His face is marred with the centuries he’s lived. His wings, made of the moon’s gleam, are getting duller than when you first saw him - almost grey.

“They’re here. They’re ready. You know you don’t have to -” 

You cautiously eye the marbled frames where the doors are supposed to be, “I don’t but I want to.”

He shakes his head, a fragile smile on his lips, “It doesn’t have to be you.”

“The revolution has to have a face,” you grimly return his smile, “it just so happens that I’m more popular than you.”

Jungkook’s booming voice  yells for you two “love birds” to move aside. He’s probably winked at approximately two Seers and an Ashura before he does actually land.

You roll your eyes, treading towards the door only to have him squeeze between you and Taehyung, resulting for the latter to trail behind you two, “what a day at work.”

“Stop slacking off, you have to report to Gabriel, remember?”

The boy groans as though dreading the meeting with the lion - you wouldn’t blame him, Gabes isn’t fun at parties.

“Why can’t I report to you like I always did? Why do you have to upgrade?”

You give him a hard look which he doesn’t seem to be affected at all, “we’ve talked about this, there-”

“Can’t be two archangels the same sky, yeah yeah.”

A sigh escapes your lips when you see the pout he’s making, “Besides, Taehyung’s staying, right Tae?”

When you look over your wings, the last thing you see are midnight black nails. It happened too soon, the searing burn on your back as though someone’s thrown a ball of hellfire right at your wings, the blurred vision of Jungkook yelling for everyone to get out of the way as the world spins.

x

You don’t know how long it’s been - time runs slower for you. A day on earth is a minute in heaven. If they hadn’t banished you while you were blacked out. You refuse to believe it but there was no mistaking those talons - they were once objects of fascination; while the Seraphs shine brighter than the dew drop of a moon, Taehyung had come to you in a beautiful midnight that engulfs the milky way. 

Now, you wince as you sit up; the pain in your back numbs only by a notch. Now, you suffer the consequence of falling for something that was never meant for you.

“They’ve captured the rebels and banished them. You’re the only one left. Taehyung -” his voice breaks and he’s forced to take a breath to calm himself, “Taehyung says you’re the leader. The only reason they haven’t banished you is because Gabriel wanted you to have at least a fair trial - it’s the least the council could do after all that you’ve done.”

You laugh dryly, “what exactly have I done in my hundred centuries of living?”

“You started the great wars and ended both when not even the Seraphs could,” Jungkook’s voice cracks again - that’s a second.

“I didn’t like it - causing so much death. I was carrying out orders until I realize I don’t want to anymore,” the chains on your ankle lights up as you shuffle around, “it was nice of Gabes to give me the benefit of the doubt. What about you though, do you believe Taehyung?”

His gaze trembles but he keeps it on you as though thrown off by what you’re implying, “you’re joking, right?”

“Do you see me laughing?” You hiss at the sizzle the chain makes when you stand, ignoring Jungkook’s scrunched up expression as though it physically pains him to see you rot in this dungeon with metal chains absorbing your livelihood with every minute.

You stand in front of him, the only thing separating you are the bars though no silver could overcome the moon flecks in his eyes.

“I would rather die than feed on the fake sympathy of the council.” You glower, fangs that you never have now bare and ready to snap Jungkook’s pretty little neck, your vision is bright red and the chains on your ankles and wrist crackle as the smell of burning flesh fills the air, the pounding headache you felt when you wake up slowly dissipating as you feel something growing on your head, “You and the rest can go to hell.”

Jungkook takes a step back. And another. and another until he’s wheezing down the hallway like he’s seen you grow another head.

Well, they’re actually thorns.

x

Taehyung never looked at you throughout the whole trial. That’s fair, you wouldn’t want to look at the hideous creature you’ve become. Overtime you’ve grown talons as nails - one not as pretty-looking as the ones Taehyung used to rip your wings (and got away with it on the ground that you were a traitor). You’ve also grown a tail which had flail and accidentally lit an Seer’s satin dress on fire. It’s been flailing around behind your back as though it has a mind of its own and it wants every celestial in the room burned alive.

“The council hereby banishes you,” Gaberial, in his elderly wise voice says, his slit-like eyes not bothering to hide the disappointment you’ve caused him, “to hell.”

Whispers break out a second later. The Archangels remain quiet but the angels don’t bother looking away as they lean to the person next to them and whisper - not that you can’t hear them.

“Despicable!”

“Who would have thought? ____? A traitor?”

“Lord Taehyung had to rip the wings of his own fiance to stop her from betraying the cause.”

“Look at the thing she’s become. If I never knew she was an Archangel, I would’ve believed her to be a full flesh demon.”

You don’t expect for Jungkook to speak up, lips curled condescendingly, “Angels! You’re in the presence of the council, at least have some class.”

When he meets your gaze, the muscles of your face relaxes as you shoot him a smile of gratitude to which his lips twitch ever slight.

Gaberiel clears his throat, before asking you if you had any last words.

“I’ll never understand how the council could be so fucked up as to order a mass massacre. Being banished to hell is better than taking the lives of millions and calling it a purification. We’ve strayed too far from the course - I pray one day you’ll see the light.”

A few physically winces at your choice of word - good.

With two taps of Gaberial’s paws, the ground before you opens up to an ocean of scorching hot flames. You wince only to realize they’re nowhere as scalding as the chains you’re bound to while the angels that trash talked you leap for the door, unable to take the heat and the higher class angels struggle to maintain their composure.

You take a look at Taehyung for the first and last time and your heart still skips a beat when you realize his eyes are on you. Still as warm as the evening sun.

Then you’re plunging a hundred million feet straight into hell.