I've been wanting to write again so comment or dm me a number or a specific prompt with a name from someone from Mr. Love: A Queen's Choice or Obey me and I'll write a short story around your suggestion.
A few things before you leave a comment:
Specify a gender (Male, female, gender neutral, Trans male/female, etc.)
Specify the number or prompt specifically (ie, 1, 2, 3, or, "I still love you and I hate myself for it") (I can do multiple prompts at once)
Specify a character (Lucifer, Victor, Thirteen, Kiro, etc.)
I will NOT do any sort of sm*t or anything like that so dont expect it... I'm way too ace to touch that...
I will do hurt comfort so if you want a happy or sad ending let me know. Other wise I am one for happy endings
If you'd like I can also throw one of my OCs in the rink if you'd like me to write about them. Either my Obey Me or my MLQC OCs are fine but I won't do your ocs. I need extensive data to write those well and I'm not in the mood to do that.
I'm excited to write again so don't hold back and leave a comment/dm :D
Warnings: Talk of explosions, fire, blood, burns, the boys in pure shock and worry, anger, frustration, denial, fear, deep depression in fact! (20 Ike points to anyone who can tell me what that reference is from in my asks :P) unanswered questions that make you furious that I’m leaving you on yet ANOTHER cliffhanger :D
Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D
Chapter four:
Prologue:
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Kiro stayed on the line after he had heard the explosion. He could barely process, let alone believe what had just happened. He had just heard his hero explode over the phone. Kiro grabbed the remote to the tv in his dressing room and shakily turned it on. He flipped through the channels, convincing himself that if there was nothing there, it was just a prank. The explosion over the phone was a prank. The ground shaking was just a prank. The line going dead was just a prank. This was all just one big prank. Finally, he landed on a breaking news headline.
Ike ‘n Bar Production Company Explodes.
A horrifying picture of a burning, broken building lit up the screen. The remote from Kiro’s hand fell. Savin walked into the room, snapping Kiro out of his head. When he asked what was wrong, Kiro couldn’t respond. Savin got his answer by following Kiro’s eyes to the screen. Savin froze, unable to say anything. It was then that Kiro found feeling in his legs again. He grabbed his coat and ran to the door. He had to make sure she was ok. She had to be. Kiro watched as the ambulances drove past his car and was quick to tell the driver to follow them, praying the hero wasn’t in any of them. Once he made it to the hospital, Kiro ran to the reception desk and told them he was looking for someone. When they asked for a name, he choked. He only knew her by the alias he gave her. She could be gone and he never got her name. Kiro’s stomach plummeted as he struggled to speak, once again, frozen and helpless to help her. Unable to find anything to say, Kiro apologized to the receptionist and left the hospital. All he could do was pray she really was a superhero and she somehow survived the attack.
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Lucien was casually watching tv as he was unpacking for his trip when suddenly the program was interrupted by a breaking news report. A television company had fallen victim to a terrorist attack.
It wasn’t just any company though.
Lucien quickly grabbed his phone and dialed her number.
“I’m sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”
After plenty of time spent waiting for an answer and only receiving the same monotone voice, he hung up the phone. Lucien sat on his hotel’s couch, lost in thought. Of course that girl had been caught in trouble the moment he left Loveland. If she had gotten hurt… Lucien’s phone buzzed. He picked it up almost immediately. It was a call to work. He accepted and hung up the phone. Lucien sighed as the story continued to play on the screen. The video showed a wave of people coming out of the building… and, at the very back of the group
was Her.
Lucien stood from the couch and walked closer to the screen, trying hard to read her face and study her body for any injuries. The screen seemed to have glitched and a man appeared in front of her, blocking Lucien’s view of the girl. The man took her in his arms and he started running to the ambulances right as the screen cut back to the reporter. Lucien cursed and leaned his forehead on the screen. He had fallen too deeply into this girl’s life. But there was no backing out now. Lucien sent the girl a quick text, telling her to text him as soon as she could. Lucien then texted the girl’s foster father, asking about what had happened. After a few minutes of waiting, Lucien had concluded that neither of them would be responding any time soon. Lucien leaned his head back on the screen and closed his eyes, making a silent promise to her that he would make sure the person behind the attack would be dealt with.
And Lucien himself would personally see to it.
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Victor had been in a meeting when the building exploded. The impact of the blast shook LFG and the glass just behind him. Victor quickly got out of his chair as worried murmurs swept the conference room. Victor tried to calm everyone down but it wasn’t long until an intern quickly rushed into the room with the news that a building a couple blocks away had exploded. Victor froze in place. The face of a poker faced girl came to mind. The girl who he had just began to bond with, whom he had bickered with, whom he had shared a profound conversation with,... the girl who had stopped his heart with one smile. Victor stood up from his seat and evacuated everyone from the building. He pushed his way through the crowd and out the front doors of LFG, telling himself that she was fine. She was safe. That explosion had nothing to do with her. She had to be fine. She had to be. But he was proven wrong after one last turn of a street corner. Ashe fell like snow from the air, landing delicately in Victor’s raven hair as he stood, dumbstruck at the scene that played in front of him. Debris coated the streets as bright flames rose from the familiar building. They had completely engulfed the building, but the fire had pushed most prominently through the large hole that sat on the side of the building, on the tenth story. One that the girl had complained about working in before to him. Victor hurried to the hoards of ambulances and police cars in front of the building, hoping to be of some help, but hoping even more to find the girl safe and unharmed. People came out of the building one by one. Victor came to each of their aid, helping whoever he could, asking them all the same question.
Where was their boss?
None of them gave him a straight answer, only further watering the ever growing plant of fear in his chest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the doors opened one last time and Ike appeared from them. She was unsteady and coughing intensely as she leaned on the door for support. She was covered in soot and blood splashed various places on her clothes, mostly centered around her left shoulder where a large portion had been burned dangerously. Victor made sure that he was the first one to her side, and was surprised when she fell to the floor before he got to her. He helped her up and asked if she was ok, trying his best to keep his eyes on her face and not her bloodied shirt. She ignored his questions and replaced them with her own, asking if everyone made it out ok and if there was anyone she missed. Victor grew impatient of her selflessness and picked her up from the ground and held her in his arms. He reassured her that he would get her to safety as he ran to his car. The girl sunk into his arms as the shock of the situation finally sunk in, knocking her unconscious.
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Gavin was being released from the hospital when the man had arrived with his partner in his arms. Gavin didn’t recognize her at first, as she was covered in soot and wearing a large suit jacket around her. The man rushed to the reception’s desk and begged for assistance. The receptionist spoke in a calm voice as she asked for the man’s name and the patient’s. When Gavin heard her name come from the man’s mouth, he felt his blood drain from his body. He listened intently as the man hurriedly told the receptionist what happened and how important it was for her to get a room. Gavin watched wordlessly as a stretcher was pulled out and to the man with the girl in his arms. The man placed the girl delicately onto the stretcher and the doctors immediately started pulling her away and behind the doors, away from them and into the emergency room. Gavin watched the man who had brought the girl. He shakily walked to the waiting area and sat down in one of the waiting room chairs. He immediately sank his face into his hands. Ones of which was covered in soot and blood. Blood that Gavin could only hope was the man’s. Eli, an old comrade of Gavin’s who had been signing Gavin out, patted his shoulder reassuringly, wordlessly telling him to go to her. Gavin didn’t hesitate in accepting his request. Gavin had to do a bit of waiting, but when he finally got the all clear, he was the first person in her room. The image of the girl’s body being connected to loads of blinking machines burned a spot in Gavin’s mind. Her body was cleaned from the soot from before, only to be replaced by red splotches from burns that had covered most of her body. Her arm had been wrapped in gauze all the way up to the shoulder, steadily soaking up the blood from the injury she had underneath. Gavin sat by her side and took her hand in his. After a moment of staring at her face, hoping for her to wake up, he realized something. This was the second time in weeks she had been in an explosion. That couldn’t be a coincidence. That masked man couldn’t have been targeting Evolvers.
He had been targeting her.
Gavin kissed the back of Ike’s hand and whispered a promise to her. One he had no intention of breaking.
