Her plane landed half an hour ago, but (Y/n) is still glued to the arrival gate with her luggage. As expected, international airports such as this one is always jam packed with people and traffic, it's not hard to see people from different origins, backgrounds, and such scatter around the area. When she walks out that gate, a sense of nostalgia hits her in an instant. (Y/n) might have been so young and naive back then, but her vague memories allow her to remember such a scene in the city. Her time in the streets with her brother is a memory (Y/n) never planned to let it go.
Another half an hour has passed when she manages to hail a cab to drive to the hotel she booked, located in the heart of the city. Leaning her head against the window on the backseat, (Y/n) watches the skylights with a sense of melancholy. I'm really back here, to this country, she thinks to herself. The loud car honks, the crazy traffic, the air, all of it feels familiar, in a way. They're like sensations buried deep inside her memory to spare her the heartbreak, just waiting for a trigger to resurface.
A red light stops the car and others before it. (Y/n) is about to pull out her phone to send Jack and her parents a quick text when two small figures appear in her sights, standing outside by the window.
They were street performers; a boy and a girl. What an irony.
(Y/n) pulls out some money instead. The surprised gasps in their voice can't lie when she rolls down the window to give the money to them. They thank her profusely in which she smiles in return, watching as they move to another car nearby. Rolling the window back up, she finally notices a pair of eyes staring at her. The woman looks up to see the taxi driver having his eyes on hers from the rear-view mirror.
"Forgive me if I'm being rude," The driver says to her, albeit a little sheepishly with an accent, "but it'd be best if you don't give those children your money, Miss, they're not worth it."
(Y/n) offers a smile and a nod, not wanting to argue with the taxi driver. She cannot tell him that those children were the reflection of her and her big brother, a long time ago now.
"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."
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The hotel room isn't big nor luxurious, but it is proper enough to freshen up and a good night's rest. (Y/n) plops onto the bed with a relieved sigh, feeling her muscles relaxed as soon as her body touches the soft mattress. The flight felt more draining than she'd expected; her anxiousness adding to the baggage, most likely. Grabbing her phone, she connects to the hotel's wi-fi and sends a text to her parents to let them know of her safe arrival.
She unpacks her (color) luggage first before deciding to draw herself a bath. Taking her time engulfing herself in soapy warm water, (Y/n) sinks into a short-lived relaxation. It took her around half an hour before she's able to change into a simple t-shirt and shorts. Her (e/c) irises are trained on the view below from the windows; a mug of (f/h/d) in her grip as she sat on the edge of her bed.
As (Y/n)'s gaze still lingers at the skylights and traffic below, buzzing noise comes up from her phone with the name 'Jack' displayed on its screen. The (h/c) haired lady turns slightly to her side, taking the device from the nightstand. With a smile, (Y/n) sets her drink aside to answer his call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, you've arrived?"
"Yeah, the plane landed two hours ago." (Y/n) answers. "It was a little hectic, sorry I didn't call a bit sooner, but I'm in my hotel room right now."
She can hear a sigh coming from the other side. "I wish I could be there with you."
"Now look who's the one worrying too much." She chuckles. "I'll be back as soon as possible."
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Dear Brother (TFP/RID & Reader)
Fanfiction[Human AU] Smokescreen and (Y/n) are inseparable siblings. After the death of their parents, they lived with their abusive uncle and aunt somewhere far away from the city. In hopes for a better chance in life and future, they ran away. Upon arriving...
