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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝘐𝘕 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 𝘈𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙, 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘕 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘚𝘊𝘈𝘗𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘉𝘙𝘜𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘛𝘠 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙𝘊𝘐𝘛𝘠.

𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓𝘖𝘙!𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘔𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘎𝘠, 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘛𝘠𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘓 𝘝𝘐𝘖𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌, 𝘗𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕, 𝘕𝘖 𝘚𝘗𝘖𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘌𝘚𝘐𝘋𝘌𝘚 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘐𝘓 𝘔𝘌𝘔𝘉𝘌𝘙, 𝘔𝘈𝘔𝘈 𝘉𝘌𝘈𝘙 𝘚𝘌𝘝𝘐𝘒𝘈, 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛, 𝘔𝘊 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘓𝘓 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘉𝘌 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘛𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘕 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘐𝘊

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ councilor!sevika who loves her wife and daughter more than anything in the world.

✧ councilor!sevika who moved her family out of vaun some years after joining the council.

✧ councilor!sevika who leaves her office after long days and comes home to her fourteen year old babbling about everything under the sun, and even though she wants nothing more than to lay in bed with her lovely wife and sleep for an eternity, she listens to everything her kid has to say (she might fall asleep during it though).

✧ councilor!sevika who is informed during a council meeting that a small explosive went off at the cafe her wife frequented.

✧ councilor!sevika who rushes to the hospital, enforcer in tow, giving her all the information they know.

“it looks like the explosive went off just outside the window of the establishment. not too many people were hurt, but i…”

“you what? spit it out!”

“i… well i think your wife might’ve gotten the worst of it. i think this might’ve been a targeted attack.”

✧ councilor!sevika who shows up at the hospital demanding to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who damn near throws up when the doctors tell her the extent of her wife’s injuries.

“when they found her, the wall had toppled over her. there were shards of glass in her skin from the window. her eardrums were ruptured and she is concussed. her ribs are broken and one of her lungs were punctured. she also has a globe rupture in her right eye. in most cases, those are somewhat easy to fix but i’m not too sure about this one, so i want to perform a vision test when she wakes up. as for her legs…”

“what? what about her legs?”

“well, as i mentioned before, the wall fell on top of her. the rubble, it… it crushed her legs. just below her upper thigh. honestly, it’s a miracle she’s alive.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, while she waits, sends a few enforcers to watch her daughter until she can get home.

✧ councilor!sevika who sprints when she’s finally allowed to see her wife.

✧ councilor!sevika who’s heart stops and feet falter when she sees the light of her life hooked up to the countless machines, the upper right half of her face wrapped in bandages and casts on both of her arms. the hospital blanket covers her from the waist down.

✧ councilor!sevika who chokes up when her left eye flutters open and round lips part.

“… ‘vika?”

“i’m here, doll. i’m right here.”

“where… where's my baby? is she… is she alright?”

“i sent some enforcers to watch her at home, she should be just fine.”

✧ councilor!sevika who watches her wife’s face flash with several emotions.

“what do you- what do you mean? why isn’t she here? she’s not hurt?”

“wha- what do you mean? wait. was she… was she with you?”

“yes, i… i think so? i don’t… i’m not sure. sevika, where’s my baby?”

✧ councilor!sevika who storms out the room just as the enforcers she sent to her home are running down the corridor toward her looking frantic.

“we went to your home, councilor. the housekeeper said your daughter left with your wife this morning. she isn’t there.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, for the next week, balances consoling her wife and trying to let the enforcers do their job. so far, all they’ve come to her with is the obvious: this was a targeted attack, someone from vaun was responsible, and her daughter was taken from the scene.

✧ councilor!sevika who breaks a little every time she has to tell her wife that they haven’t found their little girl.

✧ councilor!sevika who eventually takes it upon herself to find her kid.

✧ councilor!sevika who rolls her eyes and glares fiercely at the other council members when they try to talk her out of it.

“councilor sevika, we understand your pain, but it is in your best interest to just wait while the enforcers handle this. finding your daughter is priority.”

“shut the hell up and listen to what i’m saying. i’m telling you this as a courtesy; i am going find the son of a bitch that took my kid and hurt my wife, and i am going to kill them.”

✧ councilor!sevika who ventures into vaun everyday, armed with nothing but a pistol, going to every bar she can find. she knows whoever is dumb enough to pull the shit they pulled is dumb enough to gloat about it in some way, shape, or form.

✧ councilor!sevika who walks into a newly renovated bar three days into her own investigating and makes eye contact with the bartender who visibly cowers at the sight of the woman. bingo.

✧ councilor!sevika who gets in the bartender’s face, demanding to know everything they know.

“someone hurt my wife and took my kid. tell me what you know.”

✧ councilor!sevika who reaches forward and grab the bartender by the collar of their shirt when they hesitate. she grabs them by the back of their head and pushes them into the bar, their head hitting the surface hard.

“now.”

“i- some woman came in. a- a couple days ago! she- she said something about finally uh- about getting her closure! said you killed her brother and- and she was gonna get her lick back! she was mumbling a lot, really drunk! i- i swear that’s it!”

“where?!”

“i don’t know! i swear i’ve told you everything i know! please!”

✧ councilor!sevika who, two days later sees a flickering light coming from a mostly abandoned building. the same building she spent most of her days.

✧ councilor!sevika who takes two steps at a time to get to silco’s office, ignoring all the memories flooding her mind.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t hesitate to kick the door down just as a woman is bringing a chainsaw down on her daughter who lays tied to silco’s desk, tears and snot running down her bruised and beaten face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t even stop to think and just pulls the gun from her waistband and shoots at the woman, the bullet piercing her wrist and causing the electric tool to fall and clatter on the floor.

✧ councilor!sevika who stalks over to the woman stumbling away from the desk and grabs her by the hair on her head, dragging her to the clear space in the room.

✧ councilor!sevika who slams the woman to the ground, and stares her in the face. all she sees is the anguish that’d been on her wife’s face for the past two weeks. and then she sees the fear that was on her daughters face when she barged into the office.

✧ councilor!sevika who blacks out as she drives her fist into the woman’s face over and over and over again until she can’t hear the woman’s pleas. and then she continues to punch the woman in the face.

✧ councilor!sevika who doesn’t stop until she registers her girl crying for her mama, the woman in front of her no longer even recognizable as a person.

✧ councilor!sevika who staggers over to the desk to untie her daughter, face and fist covered in blood that didn’t belong to her.

✧ councilor!sevika who is still running on adrenaline, but immediately comes down when her daughter flinches as she approaches her.

“hey, i’m not gonna hurt you. you’re okay, i’m gonna get you home, hon. everything’s gonna be okay.”

✧ councilor!sevika who has to carry her daughter down the stairs and through vaun because she holds onto her so tightly (realistically she wouldn’t have let her walk even if she wanted to).

✧ councilor!sevika who is overcome with so many emotions as she tells her wife that their daughter is safe.

“after they make sure everything is okay, they’re gonna move you two into a recovery room together. that way i can keep an eye on both of you.”

✧ councilor!sevika who, as she holds her weeping wife, thinks about the fact that she came this close to losing everything and can’t help but cry into her wife’s shoulder.

𝘚𝘐𝘟 𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘛 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘛𝘙𝘖𝘕𝘎 (*/∇＼*) 𝘺'𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘳𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "𝘍𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘔𝘌!" 𝘣𝘺 @uhlunaro. 𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭 (𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 18+). 𝘪 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘢'𝘥. 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦n𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘬? 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑶

𝘈 𝘋𝘈𝘠 𝘐𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈'𝘚 𝘍𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘜𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘈 𝘚𝘜𝘙𝘗𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘌 𝘝𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘛

𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘞𝘐𝘍𝘌!𝘖𝘊

𝘊𝘞: 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘉𝘈𝘉𝘓𝘠 𝘖𝘖𝘊 𝘔𝘐𝘎𝘜𝘌𝘓 𝘖'𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈, 𝘚𝘖𝘔𝘌𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘕 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘛

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𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

“hey, siri. call-” elena barely got her sentence out when her phone began to ring. she made her way to the counter and peered at her phone before answering it.

“hello?”

“hey, cariña. how are you feeling?” her husband’s soft voice came from the phone.

“i feel fine, mi amor. you know, i was actually just about to call you.”

“were you? we must be in sync,” elena could hear the smile in his voice, “i wanted to let you know i’m on my way to get the girls, and then i’ll be on the way home.”

as elena opened her mouth to respond, there was a knock at the door.

“hm, well i’ll see you when you get here. te amo, miguel,” though she spoke with pure adoration, most of elena’s attention was on the door.

“te amo, mi esposa.”

as the call came to an end, elena made her way to the door. before opening it, she pressed her ear against in an attempt to recognize a voice coming from the other side of the door.

“.. and we’re gonna be friendly and respectful, and we’re not gonna play with our web shooters, alright?”

“i know, dad. what’s taking him so long to open the door?”

“you don’t what he’s doing. that might not even be his car in the driveway, may.”

may?

“who is it?” though she had an idea of who was behind the door, elena wanted to be sure.

“oh- uh, my name is peter! i’m looking for miguel o’hara?-”

“and i’m mayday!”

taking a deep breath, elena unlocked and opened the door, leaving the door chain in place as a precautionary measure.

as she peaked through the small crack, elena looked up and saw a man. he appeared to be pushing fifty, his hair peppered with gray strands. dressed appropriately for the transitioning weather, peter had on creme colored knitted sweater and jeans. mayday had on an army green sweater dress, her wild curls slightly tamed and tied up in a ponytail.

“why are you looking for miguel?” elena had an inkling of a feeling as to why, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure.

“well, we used to work together, ya know? and it’s been a while so i figured nothing wrong with checking in,” peter had a gentle smile on his face, but his emphasis on ‘work together’ left a nauseous feeling in elena’s stomach.

strangely enough, though, being seven months pregnant will also do that.

“are you sure you’re not here about work?”

at elena’s question, peter raised an eyebrow. after a silent minute, peter relaxed his body and gave elena a bright smile.

“he’s told you, right? about our adventures? i promise i’m only here as a friend.”

elena’s stared at the man for a short while before softly closing the door in peter and may’s face, leaving father and daughter in shock.

click!

the door opened, revealing elena’s 5’2 figure. she pulled the door back, allowing the two enough room to get inside her home.

“thank you,” peter gave the much shorter woman a kind smile, one which she returned.

as may got settled on the couch, peter took a look at all the pictures on the mantle and on the walls. as he came across a picture of miguel cradling his younger daughter for the first time, peter turned to elena.

“how long have the two of you been together?”

elena looked at the picture and smiled, vividly remembering the day she brought her little Isabella into the world.

“we met a few months after i had gabriella, so about seven years.”

at that, peter did a double take.

“wait, so gabriella isn’t his?”

“biologically, no. but miguel is the only father she’s ever known, and he’s been around since essentially the beginning,” elena got a bit defensive; though she knew he meant no harm, the way peter worded his question didn’t sit right with her.

“of course, of course. i meant no disrespect. it just shocked me because of..” peter trailed off, but elena knew what he was going to say.

“i know,” elena’s voice was soft, “he told me about her.”

peter gave the woman a soft look before moving along and stopped at a more recent picture.

“who’s this kid?”

the kid in question was a young man in his early twenties. it wasn’t his cheeky grin or the glint of mischief in his eyes that caught peter’s attention.

it was the mostly striking resemblance he saw in himself.

as elena looked at the picture she chuckled a bit. she’d have to call him later.

“actually, that’s peter. he’s an intern at miguel’s office. he babysits our girls sometimes.”

“ah, i shoulda known,” peter b. chuckled out.

the two moved over to the couch where mayday had gotten ahold of the remote and was surfing through channels before landing on disney channel.

“oh!” elena exclaimed, “i’m sorry, i just realized i never introduced myself. my name is elena.”

peter let out a hearty laugh before saying, “it’s lovely to meet you, elena.”

as he got comfortable, peter continued, “so, how’d you two meet?”

as miguel’s mini suv got closer to his home, the man’s nerves increasingly got worse. he couldn’t explain it, but something felt off to him.

“papi! i show you ‘n mami my drawing!”

at two years old, isabella was a bit of a fire cracker. the concept of an indoor voice hasn’t registered in her little mind, and she was incredibly demanding.

terrible twos, right?

through a chuckle, miguel simply responded with, “i can’t wait to see it, mi princesa.”

turning into the driveway, miguel stared at his family’s home. as he moved to gather isabella from her car seat, gabriella grabbed her bag and rushed to the front door, waiting impatiently for her dad to unlock it.

with isa in his arms, miguel walked up the driveway. in an effort to be discreet, he gently pushed gabriella out from in front of the door. if someone unfamiliar was inside their home, he’d need his kids to get as far as way as possible, as soon as possible.

with a slow turn and push, the front door was open. the first thing miguel spotted was his pretty wife, her manicured hands resting on the swelling of her belly — yet another girl.

the second was the little red head girl sitting on his couch under his throw blanket watching his telenovela.

the third was the wide smile on the face of the man standing in his living room.

ay dios mío.

“miguel, old buddy! it’s been waaaaay too long! how ya been?” completely ignoring the look of utter defeat on miguel’s face, peter walked over with arms open wide in preparation for the long awaited reunion.

“not long enough. how and why are you here?” Miguel dodged the hug, instead moving toward elena to deposit their little one reaching for her mama.

“your ears aren’t bleeding, are they, amor?” he asked with a kiss to her temple. she chuckled lightly, shaking her head no.

“peter’s been fine. i’ll take isa so you guys can catch up.”

miguel slouched on the couch while elena left with Isabella on her hip. with gabriella dragging may to her room, the two men were left alone.

“elena says she’s a stay at home,” peter spoke first, either unaware or uncaring about his friend’s dread.

“she is. peter, why are you here?”

peter took a minute to examine his friend. there was white sprinkled in his hair, which was a little longer than it was the last time they saw each other. there were light bags under his eyes, but he didn’t look tired. he looked.. content.

“believe it or not, i missed you, man. i wanted to see how you’ve been and then i found out you had a whole family and i just.. i’m happy for you.”

miguel looked at the man standing in front of him. he’d toned down the smile, but there was still joy in his expression, albeit more subtle. the crows feet were prominent on his face even without a smile there.

“… what do you wanna know that she hasn’t already told you?”

peter’s eyes shined.

“everything.”

“- and this is gabi after her first soccer game.”

miguel had pulled out the photo albums he and his wife used to document their lives together.

“wow! man, i gotta say it: for you to have this great life and all you had to do was wai-”

“wait,” miguel cut him off.

“yeah! all you had to do was-”

“no. shut up,” he was looking towards the stairs.

“… what’s wrong?” peter whispered, having no clue what triggered his closest friend.

as he stood, miguel responded, “gabi is never this quiet with company over.”

and with that, he made his way up the stairs taking two at a time, quiet yet efficient. peter wasn’t far behind.

miguel opened the door to his oldest daughter’s room. laid on the bed in the middle of the room were the two young girls stretched out every which way, completely knocked out. peter smiled as he watched the man deflate.

he went across the room to shake his daughter awake. with a groan, she sat up and promptly crawled up her father’s back, silently demanding a piggyback ride. with the girl gathered on his back, peter turned to his friend.

“well, i guess it’s time for me to get this one home to her mama. you mind?”

miguel pressed the buttons on peter’s wristband, opening the portal into what looked like may’s bedroom. as he stepped forward, miguel called out to him.

“peter.”

he turned around and raised an eyebrow, prompting the man to continue.

“it was… nice. to see you, i mean.”

“ahh, it sucks that i’ve got my girl on my back. i would’ve given you a great hug, man.”

“… get out of my house.”

by the time miguel got gabriella properly situated in her bed, put dinner away, and made it into his bedroom, it was pushing 11 o’clock at night. elena was sitting up in their bed, little isabella sprawled out at the foot asleep.

“mi amor, where are her pants?”

“i got up to go to the bathroom and when i came back, she was just standing in the bed chewing on the pants leg. she wouldn’t let me put them back on her,” elena responded, smiling softly at the little one.

miguel chuckled softly as he gathered the toddler in his arms. as she was moved, she began to whine around her pacifier.

“oh, i know, mija. we’re gonna go sleep in your pretty princess bed,” miguel cooed at her, rubbing her back.

as he paced slowly, soothing their daughter, elena smiled at her husband.

“how was your evening?”

miguel sighed. elena knew he was about say something along the lines of a complaint, but the truth was written all over his face before he even began.

“he asked so many questions, my love. And every time i would get around answering them, he’d ask a million more it felt like. and he kept saying how beautiful you are-”

“aw, that’s sweet.”

“- and obviously i know that. how else would you be pregnant right now? and he was saying how nice it is that i have this family to come home to everyday and… yeah. it was all very repetitive. i would’ve preferred to be lying down with my beautiful wife.”

elena laughed at him. even though her husband did, in fact, complain about his night, she could tell he enjoyed seeing peter.

“well now that he’s gone, there’s nothing stopping you from doing just that,” she responded to him, smiling softly and patting his side of the bed.

miguel stopped his slow pacing and looked at his wife. her face was bare of any makeup, all of her blemishes and dark spots out for him to see. she had her hair tied back in a scarf and she was wearing what she affectionately called her “granny gown.” miguel took notice of all of this.

“every time i look at you it’s like i fall in love with you over and over again.”

elena cheesed at him and replied, “hurry up and get her to bed so i can kiss you.”

it didn’t take long to get from his bedroom to the nursery. when he came back, he quickly got ready for bed so he could spoon his wife. as he crawled into bed, miguel pressed three kisses to his wife’s lips before lying down behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso, his hands caressing where the youngest o’hara slept.

“she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl, too. i can feel it,” elena called out softly. miguel hummed in thought.

“she might surprise you. maybe she’ll be under her mama all the time like gabriella was.”

“yes, and gabriella is a daddy’s girl. you’re proving my point, amor,” elena retorted as she rubbed a thumb over miguel’s hand. the man responded by pressing his lips to the woman’s neck.

“i love you, elena.”

there was so much overwhelming love in her husband’s voice that all she could do was repeat his words back to him.

as the two closed their eyes, miguel thought about what peter said to him earlier.

it is nice that I get to come home to this everyday.

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘰𝘰 (❁´◡`❁) 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘪 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘻𝘦. 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺. 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 @1-800-writersblock 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘥, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

so me

𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻. 𝑺𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑨'𝑺 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹

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𝘊𝘞 : 𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘋𝘌𝘙, 𝘚𝘜𝘐𝘊𝘐𝘋𝘌

𝘞𝘊 : 1,395

𝘔.𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛

✧ thinking about sasha’s sister who’s like three years younger than her. they were as close as you can get.

✧ i think it goes without saying that she took sasha’s death the hardest.

✧ i’m talking full blown breakdown. cried so hard she passed out only to wake up crying again.

✧ she’d calmed down enough to be somewhat social when kaya came inside one morning followed by a pair of siblings. mia and ben.

✧ however, all of that went out the window when niccolo told her family that mia was the kid responsible for the death of her big sister.

✧ she blacked out.

✧ not for long, though. when she came to, there was too much happening. someone screaming bloody murder, someone pulling on her hair, someone’s arms wrapped around her.

✧ she realized it was her not only screaming (think azula at the end of atla book three), but also pulling at her hair. her mom was holding her, trying to stop her from hurting herself.

✧ i’d like to say it was at this point that she cracked up.

✧ while her family was being held at gun point by yeagerists, she sat holding her knees, rocking back and forth and mumbling to herself.

“she’ll die. she has to, she killed my sister. i’ll kill her. i’m gonna kill her.”

✧ even after the girl saved her little sister, there was nothing she wanted more than to end her life.

✧ while her family was being escorted by scouts through the fire, she quietly stood behind the girl she hated more than anything and whispered in her ear.

“i am going to kill you.”

✧ after the rumbling and the death of the yeager brothers, everyone felt a peace they’d never felt before.

✧ everyone except one braus girl.

✧ the year was 860. it was just after what would’ve been sasha’s 26th birthday. with a smile, she’d told her family she wanted to do a bit of traveling. they were so excited for her, it seemed she was finally gonna be herself again.

“take care of everyone while im gone, kaya, okay?”

“okay, sis. have fun! hurry back, though, we’ll miss you.”

✧ no one noticed the missing handgun.

✧ stepping onto the boat felt like a breath of fresh air, the trip to liberio relaxing.

✧ she spent twelve days looking for gabi. she spent another fifteen following her around liberio, watching her every move. on the twenty eighth day, she cornered the girl in an alleyway.

gabi slowed to a stop as she felt the presence behind her. she would usually come here to try out different narcotics with falco because levi hated the smell of it indoors.

“i was wondering if it was levi you were following, or me,” she spoke before turning around. behind her stood an individual wearing a cloak. there was a small smirk on her face, but she was very clearly irritated by her stalker.

“gabi,” was the only word that came out of the young woman’s mouth. there were so many emotions rushing through her. so much anger, so much sadness.

so much joy.

the irritable smirk on gabi’s face fell slowly but surely at the somewhat familiar voice. she couldn’t pinpoint it, but something about it caused a chill to run down her spine, causing her to feel something she hadn’t in over five years.

“do i.. know you? why are you following me, what do you want?” the initial fear she felt was replaced by something more fiery by the second.

“you killed my sister, gabi,” she stepped into the moonlight. gabi could finally see it all. the dark green cloak. the hood over the woman’s head. the expressionless face and the bloodshot eyes staring at her.

before giving gabi a chance to speak, she spoke again, “do you remember what i said to you, gabi? after you shot that titan?”

and it was in that moment that gabi truly understood the severity of her situation. she tried to mask it, but the fear she felt earlier came back tenfold.

“i’m so sorry about your sister, i swear i am. i wish i could take it back-”

“what did i say to you, gabi?”

gabi stilled. she figured she could probably take her in hand to hand and the woman didn’t look armed. if she was armed with something though, that might be a different story.

“hold on, wait. i.. i’ll do whatever you want. this doesn’t have to get violent! we can figure something..”

she trailed off as the gun was pulled out of the cloak.

“can you bring my sister back, gabi? if not, there’s really nothing else to be said.”

“wait! you’ll get arrested!”

“there are six bullets. i only need to save one after i’m done with you.”

“h- hold on! what about kaya! your family!”

“my family will be just fine. please stop talking.”

“please, don’t do this! think about sasha! she wouldn’t-” gabi screamed as a shot rang out.

“wiil you shut up. you really have the gall to use sasha to talk me out of this? i’m doing this for sasha,” she spoke with unadulterated rage before sighing.

“great. now i only have four to spend.”

“please don’t do this to me, i don’t wanna die! im sorry!” gabi cried.

the woman before her cocked her head to the side.

“i don’t recall asking what you wanted, gabi. do you think sasha wanted to die?” her voice was dripping with confusion, almost as if she couldn’t comprehend why gabi would try pleading with her.

as her final tactic, gabi shouted through tears, “falco’s on his way here! you’ll get caught-”

“good. that means you won’t have to rot for long.”

with that, two consecutive shots rang. as her legs gave out, gabi screamed in pain from the newly placed holes in her knees.

the woman walked up to her, pulling her hair back and forcing the gun into her mouth.

she contemplated making the girl beg for her life, but before she could she heard hurried footsteps coming their way.

“gabi, i heard gunshots! and screams! are you ok-” as falco rounded the corner, he came to an abrupt stop seeing the love of his life on the ground, bleeding from both legs, a gun shoved in her mouth, and tears and snot running down her face. he made eye contact with the woman standing above her and recognized her as the oldest girl from the braus home.

“stop! don’t hurt her please i’m begging you!”

“you’re here faster than i anticipated. it doesn’t matter though. changes nothing,” her voice was eerily calm as she pulled the trigger a fourth time.

blood splattered on the wall behind gabi as the light in her eyes went out.

falco’s anguished cries were all that was heard as he finally ran to gabi.

“gabi! please don’t leave me! look at me, everything’s gonna be okay! just hold on!” he held her in his arms, doing everything in his power to wake her up.

“check for a pulse,” a soft voice spoke from behind him, because of the adrenaline rush he felt, he didn’t question it.

he reached for her wrist first. then her neck. after placing his fingers under her nose, he felt his heart crack.

“she’s not breathing,” he spoke so softly you could hardly hear him.

“she’s dead?” the feminine voice from before responded.

hearing the joy in her voice, falco snapped.

“you monster! you did this to her! she had her whole life ahead of her-”

“so did sasha,” a frown crossed her face as she responded to his shouts.

with tears in his eyes, falco said the same three words that started this journey for the girl.

“i’ll kill you.”

and that frown was replaced by a smile, one entirely too big given the circumstances.

“no need. i got it covered.”

she died with a smile.

✧ levi ended up being the one to inform the families of the murder-suicide. after consoling the grieving braun family, he took it upon himself to travel to paradis.

✧ his arrival with sasha’s old cloak, now splattered with blood, and a letter on top said more than enough.

✧ he informed them that her body had been on the boat with him and was going to be at the morgue until they could get her buried.

✧ she got a nice plot right beside her big sister.

𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 500 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘹 (⊙ˍ⊙). 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 (𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴? 𝘺𝘦𝘴) 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬. 𝘣𝘪𝘪𝘪𝘪 (≧∇≦)/

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢

while i may be incredibly distraught right now, my family is listening to stray kids.

i’d call that a win.

kinda wanna start posting ff ideas on here so they have more potential than what im giving them now (sitting quietly in my notes). like maybe someone will see them and make a piece of art out of it. i don’t know, imma think on it

— 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘢