Hell's Game - Bang Chan X Reader (Fantasy AU)

- Chapter Twelve -

It was strange seeing everyone gathered in your house. Over the past few days you, Jisung and your sister had been gathering up all the heads of the branches to bring them back to your house. You shot a message out to Minho to let him know that it would be worthwhile collecting his resources and heading over to your house when he could. It wouldn't take him long to get prepared, but you also knew he wasn't going to show up until the last moment, not keen on leaving the confines of his bar. Not that you really cared, the thought of Minho in your house made you uneasy. Fortunately for you, one of the people that had shown up was your brother, Alex thought it would be best to have him there, and the joy you got from you and your siblings finally being together again was absolutely euphoric.

But still, seeing those like Dahomey, tall, imposing and ethereal, sitting on your couch, nursing a cup of tea with the words 'Fuck Off' printed on the mug, was it's own kind of peculiar. Dahomey had brought her second in command with her, a man by the name of Bellator. Like all other fae, he was strikingly gorgeous, paper white skin, hair and eyes, which would have been odd on anyone else, but of course it looked beautiful on fae. He was also so ridiculously tall that he had to duck under doorways and hanging lights. Despite this, his outer appearance was the only intimidating thing about him, he was polite and sweet whenever you the two of you spoke, nothing but the perfect gentleman. It was hard to believe it when Dahomey said he was one of the most dangerous people she'd ever known.

Sylvia had arrived a day before Dahomey, Grace by her side which surprised you. You were swelled with pride knowing that Sylvia considered your home a safe place to bring her girlfriend, not appearing even slightly concerned. You supposed having Chan here was a major help, and him and Grace connected instantly, finally having somebody to understand the way they lived their lives in a magical world.

Changbin was the last of them to arrive, and though he stuck out kind of awkwardly at first, he warmed to everyone after a few hours. This initial meeting of them all was extremely important. It was vital that all the branch leaders meshed well with each other, they were going to be working together almost daily in the future, even the smallest indifference could tear the group apart and cause irreversible damage to your plans.

Thankfully they all seemed to get along spectacularly. Whilst they differed in personality so largely, Alex, Jisung and Sylvia's boisterous, extroverted energy contrasting substantially with the commanding, authoritative outlook Dahomey and Changbin possessed. But they were all strung together by the fact that they cared so strongly for their people, and were willing to stake everything they had on creating a needed change.

This commonality became even more evident the more they all got to talking, each of them going into great detail about the plans they'd like to enact if they did in fact get to become government leaders. Looking at them all grouped together like that, you got your first flash into the future, into a society that you actually had faith in. People that you actually had faith in.

You didn't want to interrupt their discussions, they all seemed delighted to be sharing ideas and opinions, but there was a war to plan, and none of their hopes would come to fruition if you didn't get the worst part out of the way.

Stepping into the room, you asked if you could have everyone's attention, and got them all to gather around your kitchen counter. You spread out the map that you had dug out of your closet just under a week ago, the face of it now covered with lines and scribbles that likely only made sense to you at the moment.

"Alright, this is the detailed layout of the Criminal Justice Quarters, I've got a basic plan of action at the moment, but first and foremost we'll need to split up our resources into nine groups," you began, needing to have everyone grouped together before you could start instructing people on where they needed to go.