#[OC] Fall is here // Utah
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The Wedding Date
I've had this idea for a fic for a few weeks and I just had to write it! It's been AGES since I've written and I got this one out pretty quickly, but I hope it's fun to read.
OCs, M/F relationship
M, allergies
Scenario - old college friends reconnect at a wedding. One of them is suffering from some spectacular hayfever. The other has a thing for sneezing....
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Pulling at the waist of her dress, Katie fidgeted as she looked around the gathering crowd. It was a warm spring day in Austin; not too hot but still brilliantly sunny. It was her first time visiting Texas and while she knew that she would eventually run in to some people she knew at this wedding, for now the people nearby were all strangers. She was in town to celebrate the wedding of her college friends, Ashleigh and Tim. They'd all met in Chicago but had since all moved away. Katie had continued on to Utah for a graduate degree and had since settled in Colorado. Ashleigh and Tim had moved to Austin where Tim had grown up. Katie was one of a handful of people who had flown in from out of town for the event while most of the guests were local friends and family of the couple.
Suddenly, Katie saw a familiar face across the lawn. They were all gathered on the grounds of a local museum in the midst of a beautiful five-acre property with sprawling gardens and trees. There, standing alone at one of the scattered cocktail tables, was Ben.
The last time she'd seen him was their graduation ceremony over six years ago. He'd lost some of the boyish roundness to his face and was sporting an unfamiliar scruffy beard, but he otherwise looked just the same as she remembered. Her heart skipped a beat as he looked up and met her eyes. She'd had an impossibly huge crush on him for all four years of school but she'd never had her chance to act upon it. He'd arrived at college already attached to a girlfriend from high school and they'd been together on and off all four years that Katie had known him.
He started to cross the lawn towards her. He was wearing a navy linen suit with a green tie and as he got closer, she could see that he looked...upset? His eyes were red and puffy. Suddenly, he paused his stride and turned his head away, tucking his face into the crook of his arm.
Katie froze as she watched him jerk with a sneeze. Oh god.
She's had a weird kink as long as she can remember. She always found sneezing to be strangely endearing and now her college crush was walking towards her and he was clearly suffering from allergies.
He recovered from the sneeze and approached her.
“Hey Katie!” he said. “Didn't know I'd see you here!”
His voice was subtly congested and he sniffled audibly at the end of the statement. She tried not to stare too intensely at him but it was hard not to notice his swollen eyes and nose.
“Hi Ben!” she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as they embraced in a swift hug. “So good to see you! How're things?”
He was smiling at her but his expression was faltering and his eyebrows furrowed while his mouth hung open and he panted with a few shallow breaths.
“Sorry,” he said haltingly. “I have to---teh...ehTSGHH!!”
He turned away again, catching the sneeze with steepled hands.
“Ugh, sorry,” he reiterated. “Allergies. It's my first time in Texas and I didn't really realize how bad it would be here.”
“Ah,” she said, feeling her cheeks burn and she hoped she wasn't visibly blushing as bright red as it felt like she was. “I hear they're awful here. Cedar or something.”
He nods, fishing in his pocket and retrieving a bit of a well-used tissue. “I should've taken something stronger than my regular stuff but I guess it's too late now. Anyway, how're you? You look great! Whereabout are you living these days?”
She feels herself blush more. “Thanks! Um...I'm in Denver, actually. Finished grad school last spring and moved there in the fall. So it's been about six months. I like it, but I miss Chicago. Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I'm still at the bank. It's good. I saw Tim and Ashleigh in the fall actually. They came up to visit, which was nice. Tim was in town for work so they made a week of it.”
He pressed the tattered tissue to his nose as he spoke. Katie bit her lip, watching him with a mix of awe and embarrassment. His bright blue eyes, the feature that had first attracted her to him, were still beautiful and stood out thanks to his navy suit. But they were bloodshot and puffy today, clearly irritated and itchy.
“Maybe we should find our seats for the ceremony?” she suggested, glancing towards the rows of folding chairs where much of the crowd was gathering now. “See if we can find anyone else from school? I heard Mark was coming. And I think Amy too.”
“Sure! Yeah, I talked to Mark and he can't make the ceremony but he'll be coming to the reception after dinner. I'm not sure about Amy.”
They made their way over to the chairs and picked out seats. Beside her, Ben sniffled thickly and rubbed at his nose. She took out her phone, subtly checking her appearance in the camera to ensure she wasn't beet-red. Witnessing him in the midst of the allergy attack was doing her heart-rate no favours. He groaned quietly and put a palm to his eye, wiping away some tears as they watered.
When the ceremony music began, she gave mental thanks for the distraction from the spectacle at her side. The bridal party processed down the aisle and the crowd rose to stand for the bride. Ashleigh looked radiant as she walked towards the front of the ceremony space and stood opposite Tim. The officiant welcomed the crowd and invited them to be seated.
At her side, Ben turned and stifled two sneezes into his arm. Eh-GHXT! Tsh-GXHT!
He sniffled wetly and pressed his knuckles to his red, swollen nose. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie could see a damp spot around his nostrils. Digging in her purse, she retrieved a small folded tissue and held it out to him.
“Oh god, thank you,” he whispered.
“I brought it in case the vows made me tear up but I think you need it more,” she whispered back.
He pressed the folded tissue to his nostrils and almost instantly sneezed again, barely managing to stifle the sound.
Ehh-TSGHXXT!
Katie crossed her legs, feeling herself flooding with arousal and hoping that the ceremony would be short. Thankfully, it was. As the bride and groom were announced, the crowd rose to their feet and cheered the new couple.
“They look great,” Ben said as the bride and groom walked by. He turned and smiled at Katie.
“They do,” she agreed. His smile at her gave her a sudden jolt of confidence.
“Hey, she asked. “Are you still dating Amelia? Why isn't she here?”
“Oh,” Ben said, sounding a little surprised. “Oh, no, we broke up ages ago. When we were still in school actually. Close to the end of our last year.”
“Oh,” Katie replied, feeling herself growing bolder. “Are you seeing anyone else now?”
“No,” Ben said. “I've been single for a bit. Work is busy and all that. I'll get back out there eventually. What about you?”
“Err..no one at the moment,” she replied.
“Well then I hope you'll agree to be my dance partner tonight,” he said. “If I can stop sneezing long enough to dance.”
She was sure now that she was visibly blushing.
“I'd like that, yeah,” she stammered. “And it's fine. We know it's not contagious. Anyway, let's go find the cocktail bar. I need a drink.”
“Agreed,” he said. “My throat is so dry. Hopefully a few glasses of wine knocks the hay-fever out of me. Shall we?”
He extended his bent arm to her. She was surprised by the gesture but took his arm and smiled.
“Lead the way!”
They walked across the sunny lawn towards the bar. There was already a small line formed and as they took their place at the end, Katie could hear Ben's breath catch.
She tried not to turn and stare, but she couldn't help it. He steepled his hands over his nose and bent at the waist, sneezing forcefully.
Hehh-TSCHOOO!
He sniffled with a wet sound and didn't remove his hands from his face. She heard his breath gasp and he pitched forward with a small fit of rapid sneezes.
Nghh-TSGHT! Ehh-TSCHHT! Hehhh....ehhh-TSCHIIHEHHH!
He kept one hand over his nose as he fumbled for the tissue she'd given him earlier. A tear from his irritated eyes fell down his cheek.
“Bless you,” she said softly, feeling as if she was saying something much more flirtatious.
“Sorry,” he muttered, trying to clean himself up a little.
“Why don't you go find us a quiet spot to sit and I'll get the drinks?” she offered.
“That would be great,” he said, his voice cracking hoarsely. “White wine please. I'll get a spot over by that gazebo.”
He gestured to a sheltered spot on the far side of the lawn and she nodded. “See you in a few.”
With Ben gone, she can let her guard down for a second and she exhales, fanning her face with her hand for a moment. The spring day suddenly feels much warmer. She gets two glasses of white wine and carries them towards the gazebo.
Ben is sitting on a bench looking miserable. His eyes are more swollen now and he is dabbing his nose with the rapidly-disintegrating tissue.
“Thanks,” he said as she handed him one of the glasses. He took a long sip. “Sorry I'm such a mess. It's really nice to see you, Katie.”
“It's fine,” she said. “Really.”
“You look great. That dress is perfect on you.”
She looked at him in wonder. Was he flirting with her?
“That suit is great on you too. Blue is your colour. I always thought you had the nicest blue eyes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I'm glad you're here. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I was going to come because I wasn't sure I'd know anyone besides Ashleigh and Tim. They're the only ones I've really kept in touch with besides Rachel but she just had a kid in March and couldn't come.”
She was momentarily distracted by the flaring of his nostrils and she stared as he built up to another sneeze. He gave a faint growl of frustration before he turned and sneezed into his arm.
Ehh-TSCHEHH!
“Goddammit...ahh, sorry,” he said with a sniffle.
For a moment he stared at her and she stared back, unsure of what to say. In the distance, the DJ turned down the cocktail party music and announced that everyone should take their seats for dinner and the introduction of the bridal party.
“I guess we should find our seats,” Ben said.
They were seated at the same table they discovered upon examining the seating chart. Also at the table were a few university friends and a few of Tim and Ashleigh's friends from Austin. The dinner conversation was casual and fun, but Katie found herself distracted by Ben's continued battle. He excused himself to the bathroom at one point halfway through dinner and he returned with a much redder nose, evidently having blown it multiple times.
With dinner over, the DJ put on a popular song and encouraged the crowd towards the dance floor.
“I know I said I'd dance with you but I don't know how much longer I can stand this,” Ben said in Katie's ear. He gestured towards his face.
“Just a few songs and then I'll leave you to the mercy of an Uber to the drug store before it closes,” she said boldly. “You promised.”
They went towards the dance floor, joining the crowd. They started to dance and she moved her body closer to him, emboldened by the glasses of wine in her now. He was warm and his breath was hot against her skin as they embraced, swaying to the beat.
Someone came by with a tray of shots and they joined a group of cheerful bridesmaids, swallowing the tequila in one swift go before resuming their dancing.
“I can't believe I'm saying this but I had such a crush on you during school,” Katie says into Ben's ear.
He looked at her and grinned.
“You did not!”
“I did!” she shouted back over the music.
“Funny how things work out,” he said into her ear.
The music shifted to a ballad and the crowd thinned a little as couples joined up to dance. Ben put his hands around Katie's hips and they embraced, moving to the music.
“Would....is it okay with you if I kiss you?” he asked.
She didn't bother to respond, instead simply pressing her lips to his. Their noses touched and she could feel a bit of moisture from his. He pressed his lips back more firmly, getting lost in the moment. They broke the kiss and he turned his lips to her neck, kissing there. She ran her fingers through his hair, somewhat lost in disbelief that all her college fantasies were coming true tonight.
He froze in her arms suddenly, his lips leaving her neck. He didn't have time to react and she can feel him shudder as the sneeze bursts out of him unexpectedly.
Hehh-TSTZHHTT!
He managed to stifle it enough to avoid completely spraying her but she felt a small bit of moisture hit her skin.
“Oh my god I'm so sorry,” he gasped, pulling away and putting a hand over his nose. “I'm so sorry Katie. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.”
She burned hot from her own embarrassment and desire.
“Let's go somewhere else for a minute,” she suggested, taking his arm gently.
He let her drag him away and when they were out of sight of the other guests, he turned to her, looking humiliated.
“I'm so sorry...I didn't feel it coming and....”
She reached out and touched his cheek affectionately.
“It's okay,” she assured him. “I know it's not catching. I'm just sorry you're uncomfortable.”
He nods, staring down at his hands.
“Damn it. I was really having a good time.”
His cheeks were flushed red now too.
Maybe it was the tequila or maybe it was the knowledge that tomorrow he'd go back to Chicago and she'd go back to Denver....but whatever it was, Katie found herself making a bold proposal.
“I have a suggestion,” she said. “It's....well, it's pretty forward but we've established that the crush is mutual, yeah?
He looked at her curiously. “Yeah.”
“I have a room at the hotel to myself. And I don't think the pollen count is going to improve tonight and you're just going to keep suffering if you stay here. So.....would you want to come back to my room?
His red, swollen eyes widened.
“I....well, yeah, sure....I'd like that. Can't be that attractive for you though, can I? There's a lot of snot happening, well...like all over here.”
He gestured to his face.
She remained silent for a moment, biting her lip. She'd never admitted her kink to a partner before.
“I don't know if I can tell you this, Ben,” she said. “It's really....it's awkward. I don't know if I can say it out loud.”
“You can tell me. I promise I won't laugh.”
“It's...I have a thing. I guess you could say it's a kink. I...I don't mind sneezing.”
“You don't mind sneezing?”
“I guess I mean I like it.”
He stared at her a moment and then a grin split across his face.
“Oh!”
“Yeah...”
He laughed and shook his head.
“I know I said I wouldn't laugh but I'm not laughing at you. I...jesus, Katie, I'd say you're in luck tonight!”
She grinned back at him.
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Hey dude! I was just wondering, with all the worldbuilding you do, do you have any tokyo ghoul ocs of your own?
I do! @fawntastic (who I made these ocs with) did a drawing of them here and I’ll put details under the cut because i have brain rot
First is Arlen Cain
He’s 6’0, 42 years old, ex Mormon, and seemingly a normal, if a little too straight laced, associate special class investigator in the Las Vegas branch of the CCG. The story he tells people is that he lived a normal life until a ghoul broke into his house and killed his family, which prompted him to become an investigator and attempt to hunt down the ghoul known as the Shrike who was believed to be the one that killed them. He has a reputation as a kind and hardworking man who is popular with his coworkers and impressive in his ghoul killing skills. However this is a carefully cultivated facade. In reality, the abuse and repression from his family had him on thin ice when he met a ghoul he fell in love with, and they killed and ate his family together. From the beginning he was working at the CCG to have an inside advantage in keeping his husband safe and has a long history of killing any partners who get too close to figuring them out. Between being raised in a cult, an affinity for cannibalism, and the increasing ease with which he kills other CCG employees, he has something so very wrong with him. He loves his family but everyone else is fair game and he doesn’t much care for human life
Next is Leonard Cain
He’s 5’0, somewhere in his late 30s, known to the CCG as the SS ranked Shrike and extremely off putting. He was born in tokyo, and lived on the streets as he never had a human identity. He moved from gang to gang to avoid being exterminated but became too high priority for the doves after he killed a senior investigator. So as not to endanger more people by staying in groups of other ghouls, he stowed away in a shipping container and ended up in bullshit nowhere Utah, where he met Arlen. He ended up falling for him after enough of his clumsy attempts at communicating with him despite knowing he wasn’t human, and after killing his family with him per his request, he stuck around and eventually married him. He worked several jobs as a bouncer before eventually settling into one at a casino his adopted son’s distant family owned, and since he says maybe 5 words a day and can’t make a normal amount of eye contact to save his life people mostly leave him alone. He has a reputation with the CCG for hunting with long Ukaku sharks by hand and staying on buildings or in trees
Then there’s Angela Kazmarik
She is 5’9, 33, a moderately strong kakuja known as The Plague Doctor and was only weeks away from getting her doctorate before she was outed as a ghoul. She was orphaned when she was young and to survive she stalked a notoriously bad foster home until one of the kids was killed, and quickly ate the body and took her place before the death could ever be reported. She was incredibly clever and skyrocketed through grades, eventually getting a full scholarship to an accelerated medical program. Her goal was always to find a way to allow ghouls to eat non-human meat food, but was discovered before she graduated and has been in hiding since. She lives with the Cains as she’s been a long time friend ever since she met Leonard while hunting and just refused to leave, and continues her work in secret. She funds it by doing questionable art commissions online and steals medical equipment. She’s become oddly obsessed with investigator Vivienne Mallory, makes massive shows of killing doves, and is all around a theatrical nuisance who is unfortunately able to get away with her cringe ass performances because she is horrifically strong. She’s no stranger to cruel and unusual methods of slaughter and her victims are often found uneaten but missing organs
Next is Ahiga Cain
He is 6’8, 16, an SSS rated kakujas known as Roadkill and an absolute horror show of a ghoul. As far as anyone knows, he’s a living fossil, the last surviving ghoul from a bygone era that was never meant to survive this long and who both humans and ghouls find deeply upsetting. He’s a southwestern American subspecies once known as the N’daga Hasteen, but is currently referred to as the Cave Ghoul thanks to fossil records of creatures like him and the CCGs reluctance to publicly admit that a ghoul with adaptations meant for hunting megafauna and mimicking human voices is still out there. He was born deep in the Grand Canyon where his mother was hiding him, and he lived there for only three years before the CCG launched a massive raid to kill her. She bought him time to escape, but he could only flee so far, and was found by Arlen hiding behind a dumpster. Thankfully for him Arlen reported him as a human child found captured by a ghoul and adopted him. Human Friends of his mother who were part of the tribe his family came from confirmed the story, and he’s lived with his dads and sister since. He grew close to them and spent several years living peacefully, but after being targeted by gourmet ghouls who wanted a piece of the last Cave ghoul, he and his sister began hunting and fighting against the CCG. Becoming a kakuja came naturally to him, and the CCG was completely unprepared to handle Cave Ghoul fighting abilities. He amassed a gang which has become quite a problem for the doves, and hopes to eventually be followed out of loyalty rather than fear that he’s well aware he instills in people. He is an apex predator, and despite his desire to be likable, he needs to be dangerous right now, even to the point of kakuja induced chronic illness and no longer being able to pass as human. But despite being built like a sleep paralysis demon, he hopes that eventually the conflict between humans and ghouls can end and he can go back to school and focus on a somewhat normal life
Finally there’s Megan Cain
Megan is 5’8, 16, avid 4chan user, and known to the CCG as the S rated Jaeger. Her mother was a friend of Arlen’s at the training academy and in the same squad as him in the Coyote King Extermination Operation that killed Ahiga’s mother. Unfortunately she was also killed in this attack, and Arlen, being her godfather, adopted her. Since she and Ahiga were both the same and and both orphaned in the same event, they became inseparable, and by the time the language barrier wasn’t an issue and they could speak each other’s languages easily, they were as close as biological twins. Being raised by a human and a ghoul and with the single weirdest subspecies still alive, she ended up very good at telling when someone is a ghoul, and with all the ghoul behaviors she’s picked up ghouls often think she’s one of them. When her brother was taken by a gourmet circle and came back changed, she was enraged by what people could get away with doing to ghouls and joined in on the war against the CCG. She was a natural with coding and machines, and she designed a lot of viruses for CCG computers and weapons for the ghouls. Her biggest job is keeping Ahiga under control. Since his kakuja is so massive, it has a mind of its own, all his brain power goes towards just keeping it alive, so she rides on it’s neck and gives it commands. Between that, and being the one who makes and equips the armor and kakuja mounted turrets, they are always together when they fight. The CCG has no idea she’s human, and if she spent as much time producing more weapons as she does bullying people on Reddit, they’d stand no chance
Again The other three OCs, Vivienne, Fawn, and Jonah, belong to @fawntastic and are part of the same universe! I’ll leave it to him if he wants to gush about them but oughhh I have so many oc thoughts I am rotating them in my mind
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Ok i am ✨️very✨️ nervous but @daniswatching peer pressured me to post it so here we aree yayy
I wrote williams childhood because i was bored lets goo (ill reblog w elaboration later✨️ i made sibling oc's so ill give mini things for they)
⚠️Some content warnings⚠️
Gore, blood, animal death, and theres none in this chapter but in future ones there might be domestic and child abuse depicted im not sure if ill keep it though :)
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June's awful. William thinks spitefully. It's hot and sticky and sweaty. The worst part is break. There's nothing to do but sit by the road and watch the passing cars.
SCREEECH
He turns and pulls himself up, walking over to the sight. A squirrel, just bearly longer than his arm lay on the road. Quiet, still, and bloodied. He scoops it up, blood dripping onto his purple sweater.
Budump
He jumps, and almost drops it. It's still breathing. Its heart thumps against his arm.
Budump.
What to do with it? He can't just leave it here. It's in pain! He looks at its pathetic face one last time before running over to his house.
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There's lots of trees in Utah. It's much warmer than England, though he doesn't have much memory of it. They had moved when he was quite younger after all. He starts off on a walk, but it quickly escalates into a sprint into the wooded area behind the neighborhood. He checks to see if anyones out before disappearing into the towering trees. The leafs leave smallish cracks in the sky, letting sunlight leak in from above. Leaves and just-too-tall blades of grass brush against his exposed ankles. Blood has leaked out all over his arms by now, he rolls up his sleeves and crouches down to the ground. What is he going to do? There's really only one option. He can't leave it here, to be eaten by animals fighting over its corpse. No. No that's too cruel. Should he be cruel? Perhaps not, he should get rid of it. Eliza could help nurse it back to health... oh but father would shout at him for the bloody mess. He rises from the dirt, shadow covering his eyes. One option. He had kept pushing it off, but it's the best one. He grabs a heavy rock, the biggest one he can possibly carry (which isn't very big, it'll be a slow death, but it's better than what it already had... right?) It's sharp on one edge, which hopefully is good. He pins the squirrel to the ground with one hand and slams the rock into its head. Over and over again. Over and over again. Over and over again.
You don't realize how much blood is in one animal until you're covered in it. The animal is long dead by now. A car's break screeching, as another had only a few minutes ago, breaks him out of his trance. He drops the rock and tumbles back. What on Earth is he doing? It's dead. It's been dead. Was it's heart ever beating? Or was it his sick twisted mind giving him an excuse to bash its head in. He gasps. What is he going to do with the body? Isn't murder a crime? He just killed something. He digs his nails in the dirt. His hands are shaking, but he forces himself to push through.
Once he has a decent sized hole, and hands so bloody he can't tell what's from him and what's from Rodney. (He named it, Rodney sounded like a proper good name.) He shoves the corpse in, and burrys it, he stomps on the dirt to pack it in and falls to the ground. Tears overwhelm his eyes, blinding him for a moment before he coughs and vomits, rushing to the right. Hands shaking still, blood covered, already disheveled looking, and sobbing he walks to the edge of the wooded area.
He uses a cleaner part of his sleeve and wipes his face clean from tears. Looking up and down the streets, luckily no one else is out and about like him. A sound startles him before he realizes its coming from him. He's laughing, a sick and emotionless sound. Maybe he did enjoy it. Did he? He can't tell. Possibly.
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The old wooden door creaks when pushed open by a dirt coved 10-year-old boy.
"Andrew?"
"William," He replies.
"Oh. Tell your sister she needs to come down and help make dinner soon." His mother, never making eye contact or even looking his way scrubs the dishes clean with a cloth.
"Ok, Mother." She continues her cleaning and he passes down the hall.
"And tell your brother to get off that damn phone, he's been calling his girlfriend all day." She mumbles something else. Probably best he didn't hear that last part.
"Which one?"
"Hm?"
"Which brother?"
"Which one do you think?" She spits. He crawls upstairs, leaning into the first door on the right. First floor up from the ground floor, he turns and shouts into the doorway.
"Vinny! Mum says to get off the phone!" He doesn't let himself become visible from Vincent's perspective, he knows that his brother wouldn't let him go if he was spotted all dirty and bloody.
"Oh ok-" He shouts back, his accent just as clear as Williams. "I'll be back later J-" He adds softly.
"No you won't we have dinner- who's J? Is she your girlfriend? That's what Mum says."
"Mum doesn't know what she's talking about-" And just to Williams suprise, and fear Vincent walks over to the doorway to shoo him off. Caught red handed, he gasps. "Jesus fucking Christ..." He whispers. "Will, what fucking happened?" All joking and lighthearted teasing has been lost, as has the color from Vincents face."I- the car- Ro- he-"
"Oh." He's picked up and brought a few doors down. He's tired, and trying so hard not to cry. Once he's set down a few minutes later, he struggles to keep his eyes open. He sees Vincent going through his dresser, before finally finding a shirt and pants. "Put these on, I'll wash these in the morning." His voice is softer, and quieter than usually. Will is thankful, and gets dressed quickly.
"The hell are you two doing?"
"Nunya, what do you want?" Brown hair in her face, Eliza stands in the doorway. Vincent walks up and meets her at it.
"Oh Eliza, Mum wants you to help her cook soon," He says, pulling a new sweater over his shirt. She lets out a heavy sigh.
"I'll be down soon, Mum!" She shouts while running down the hall, practically jumping down the stairs. The two sigh breaths of relief.
"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" Vincent says, turning to William. His grey eyes stare harshly at him, it's a family trait. His brother returns the favor, glaring ungratefully.
"Are you going to tell me about your girlfriend?"
"Touchè."
"I don't even know what that means." He replies, mirroring the energy thrown at him. Vincent's red-brown hair spikes infront of his eyes, messy and untamed. He's lanky, tall and skinny, though, so is William for his age. The walls of Williams shared room are a, you guessed it, sad grey color. More of a blue varation, but certainly grey. They had been meaning to paint it for a while now, work and other things just got in the way of it over and over again. They continue their staring contest before a familar, and frightingly so door clicks. Fathers home.
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All i have for right now! I hope it was good!!!! Im very nervous haha :')
#Fic#Fanfic#Fnaf fic#Fnaf#William afton#Writing#Tw blood#Tw gore#Tw animal death#Tw domestic abuse#Tw child abuse#<for later just in case#Oc#Fnaf oc#Afton family#Afton#Aftons
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Love vs. Hate - Part 11 // Joe Liebgott x OC
Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.
Warnings: Language, Violence, War wounds
A/N: I don't know what to say... be prepared still ;)
Here is my Masterlist
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Later that afternoon, we're still sitting by the fountain, and George suddenly stands up. "Well, look who decided to show up, Floyd," he says, and I look up. Tab and some of the other guys who were still missing are coming toward us. We all stand up to greet our new arrivals. "Hi there, Luz. We thought we'd never find you guys," Tab says, then looks at me. "Liv, good to see you," he says, and I give him a quick hug. "Likewise, Tab." Now Liebgott pushes past me. "Hey, Tab, get a load of this. You like that? It's the real stuff," he says, unwrapping his flag with the swastika. "Yeah, of course. You like this?" asks Tab in return, pulling out a German raincoat. "Oh, nice. That's a beauty, Sarge," Liebgott replies, and now Don pushes through as well. "My Luger's gonna put you all to shame when I get it," he says, and I have to laugh. "Yeah yeah, Don. You almost got yourself shot for one. So let's hope you're still alive when you finally get your hands on one." Don nudges me from the side and laughs.
"So, have we lost anybody?" asks Tab, looking at each of us in turn. "Tommy Burgess took one in the face. Popeye Wynn got pinked in the behind. But they're gonna be okay," George replies. "That's good." "You run into Lt. Meehan on your travels?" I ask, and Tab looks at me quizzically. "No, why?" "Company HQ's still missing. They think the plane crashed," I reply, lowering my eyes. "They say he's gonna turn up," Liebgott now interjects, and I look at him with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, I ain't holding my breath," I reply, "Why, they just showed up now, too; why not Meehan?" "Because his whole plane is missing, smartass. You think that's a fucking coincidence?" Liebgott glares at me. "Looks like cuddle time is over," George grins, and Liebgott and I look right at him. "Shut up, Luz!" "How nice that this hasn't changed, huh?" grins Tab sarcastically, looking at both of us before turning back to me. "Who's in command, then?" "Winters for now. Lieutenant Welsh is 1st Platoon," I reply, and he nods.
Then Don puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to the side. "It's funny, you two. In the morning, you're cuddling with each other, and now you're the bickering couple again. Unbelievable." "Can't you just stop that? Liebgott and I are nothing! If possible, I'll stay away from him, okay?" "Yeah, right, because that works out so well," Don laughs.
Up ahead, I see Harry clearing his throat. "Let's go, 1st Platoon! Easy's moving out! On your feet!" he calls, and I exchange a glance with Don. We are in 2nd. Platoon. "I'll see you guys later," Muck says, walking past us toward George. "Stand up, lift up. Let's go," Boyle calls out, the 1st Platoon Sergeant. Buck now stands up next to me. "Listen up! It'll be dark soon. I want light and noise discipline from here on. No talking, no smoking. No playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz," Harry calls out, and we all laugh. "So, where we headed to, Lieutenant?" "We're taking Carentan." "That sounds like fun," Don says next to me, looking at me. "It's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach can link up and head inland. Until we take it, they're stuck on the sand. General Taylor's sending the whole division," Harry still explains and looks around.
"Remember, boys, give me three days and three nights of hard fighting, and you will be relieved," George says, imitating General Taylor, which makes us all laugh. "1st Platoon, fall in behind Fox Company. You people from 2nd and 3rd Platoon, follow us. Let's shake a leg." I look at Don for a moment, then nod at him. "Come on, Liv. Let's get these guys on their feet," Buck says beside me, and I nod. "Another thing to remember boys flies spread disease. So, keep yours closed," I hear George still saying in General Taylor's voice. "Okay, come on. Joe, Bill, on your feet. We're moving out." Bill nods to me, and our platoon gets ready to move out.
June 12, 1944 - Carentan, France
When we finally take on Carentan, a few days have passed. It is now D-Day plus 6. This morning, Winters informed us that it is our turn to intervene as support. Behind a small hill leading into town, we hunker down behind the 1st Platoon. "You guys ready?" Buck asks Don and me as we crouch next to him. Winters and Harry are upfront as he gives the order for the first platoon to move out. "Fuck," I curse as I watch Harry run off, closely followed by George. We make out the first shots and duck a little more.
"Okay, Buck, let's go! Get those men out of the trench and start clearing the buildings!" Winters then calls out to us, and Buck looks at me. We both nod at each other. "You heard the lieutenant, boys! Let's go!" I shout and run off with Buck and Don. We are immediately fired upon. "You better not die!" I call to Don, who winks at me. "Come on, get out of the ditch! We have to go!" I shout to the soldiers who are entrenched in the trench. "Jesus Christ! Move!" I shout, grabbing a soldier and pulling him to his feet.
Then I run into town and take cover next to Buck. He looks at me. "Liv, take Tipper and Liebgott. Start clearing these buildings. Right. Let's go! Second two, go, go!" Buck calls out to me, and I nod. "Tip, Liebgott! Come on. We're clearing those houses!" The two nod and follow me. From a distance, I see Don looking after me. I nod to him again before running on. "Ready?" I ask the two, and they nod. "All right, let's go!" I shout, and we run into the house.
After we clear a few houses, I suddenly hear Lip's voice. "They got us zeroed! Spread it out, spread it out! Go! Get the hell out of there!" he shouts, trying to get his men off the street. "They got us zeroed! Get out of there! Go, go! Get the hell out of the street!" he shouts again as I see him get hit. "Lip!" I shout and immediately want to run to him, but Liebgott holds me back. "No! Liv, we have a job to do! Tab takes care of him!" I look up again, and Liebgott is right. Tab is already with Lip, helping him.
I nod and follow Joe and Tipper into the house. "Okay, quick now," I say. We search everything and then run back out before the house goes up. I quickly look around. "Dammit, where's Tip?" I ask, looking at Liebgott. Startled, I wheel around to the house, and then I can see Tipper coming out of the house. With my mouth open, I stare at him, and Liebgott's eyes have also widened. "Tipper," I breathe. Joe slowly puts his gun on the ground and then walks toward Tip. He puts an arm around him. "Joe?" asks Tip back. "Looking good, Tip." "Is that you?" "Looking real good. Come here; you gotta sit down. Come here, come on. Easy, easy. There you go, there you go," Liebgott says, helping him sit down. He hugs Tip to him and has his arm around him. I swallow hard and slowly kneel. Tip is bleeding all over. His legs are torn open, and one side of his face is also ripped open and bloody. "Jesus," I breathe, looking Liebgott in the eye.
"Oh, Jesus. You hang in there, buddy. Okay, we're gonna get you fixed up. All right?" he says then, and I've never seen Liebgott so caring as he is right now with Tipper. "Okay. Guys, you wanna give me a hand here?" he then asks, addressing me, and only now do I realize that two more soldiers are standing behind me.
"Fuck!" I then curse. "Medic!" I look around briefly before turning back to Tip. "Hey Tip... It's going to be all right yeah? As Joe said, we'll get you fixed up." Liebgott and I exchange another look. "Where's the goddamn Medic?!" I yell, then look back at Liebgott. "We need to get him out of here, Joe," I say to Liebgott, and he nods. I reach under Tip's other arm and try to lift him. Carefully, we both stand up and carry Tipper away. The bullet fire has fortunately died down, and we can get Tip to the aid station without further incident.
"What happened?" asks Doc immediately as we put Tip down. "I'll take it from here, Liebgott," Gene says. He nods and heads back outside. "Mortar. We thought he was right behind us, but he was in the house too long. Then it went up." "Did you give him anything?" continues Doc, and I shake my head. "Fine, thanks, Liv. We'll take care of him." "Thanks, Doc."
On the way out, I notice my hands are full of blood. I try to wipe it away a little, step outside and take a deep breath while still rubbing my hands. "You can't get it off without water," I hear a voice and look up. Next to me, leaning against the house is Liebgott, smoking. "Ah yeah, thanks!" I say wryly, rolling my eyes. "Ah, come on, Stark, I only meant well," he says, and I look up in surprise. "Really?" "Really." I rub my face with the back of my hand. "Jesus, I'm done for the day," I mutter. Suddenly Liebgott holds out an already-lit smoke to me. "Thanks," I say, still slightly confused.
For a while, we stand silently at the entrance to the house, smoking. "Joe," he says suddenly, and I look up. "What?" "You called me Joe today. You never did before." I think about it for a moment. "Just like you never called me Liv. Seems like it takes all of this to do that." "Seems so."
Silence falls between us again. "Liv!" someone suddenly calls out, and I look up. Don is coming hurrying toward us. "Here you are! Are you okay?" he asks as he pulls me into his arms. "Yes, Don, I'm fine," I reply. "Jesus Christ, I didn't see you at the rally point, so I was already thinking the worst," he says quickly, and I raise my eyebrows. "Tip got hit. We had to bring him in," I explain, pointing to Liebgott and me. "Is he okay?" "Not really... Well, he should survive, I guess, but... They'll probably send him back to England."
Don exchanges a glance between Liebgott and me, then smiles briefly at me. "Come on now! We found something to drink and a place to crash," he then says, pointing his head in a direction. Don leads the way, and I exchange another glance with Liebgott before we follow him.
Comfortably we sit in the evening at the town border of Carentan. "Have you ever heard from your brothers?" Don asks me as we eat something. "No, unfortunately, I haven't. All my mother wrote in her last letter was about Damon bouncing from island to island in the Pacific and Tommysomewhere in Europe. But exactly where, I don't know." Don presses his lips together and looks at me. "And your sister?" "She's in the pacific as well." "I hear the Pacific must be pretty bad," now interjects Frank, who immediately catches a blow to the back from George. "Shut up, Frank!" "What?" the latter asks, confused, and I hang my head.
"Cheer up, Sweetheart. They'll get through it!" Don tries to cheer me up. "I hope so. We all took a risk when we decided to go to war. As long as I don't hear from them, I'm confident. It's better than hearing that they've been killed." There is silence for a while, and I stare at my boots. I miss my family very much. It's been several years now since I've seen them. But so has every single person here.
I take out my cigarettes and light one. I keep thinking about Tipper or the others we lost today. It could happen to any one of us at any time. I briefly let my gaze glide over the faces of my friends. Don, Muck, Penkala, George, Buck, Bill, Joe Toye, Lip, Harry, Tab, Chuck, Web, and yes, to hell, even Liebgott. It would hurt.
"Okay, enough moping," George says, pulling out a bottle of whatever. "Here's to the day finally being over," he shouts, and we cheer. The bottle is passed around until it's Liebgott's turn, and then he holds it out to me. I accept it and smile at him. Maybe today was a turning point between us. "Oh wow, I didn't think I'd live to see this," Buck laughs, looking at Liebgott and me. "You two, without fighting?" The guys around us laugh, and I take a sip, shaking my head. "Don't get used to it, Buck," Liebgott retorts. "Figures," I grumble, rolling my eyes.
"What, Stark? Would be boring otherwise, wouldn't it?", Liebgott challenges me, and now I'm looking at him. "I don't know, Liebgott. It would be quite nice if you would just shut the fuck up now and then," I return, and the men around us groan. "Why did you say something, Buck?" Don asks our lieutenant, who grins. "Well, I didn't know they were about to start again, Malarkey." "Sorry to disappoint you, Buck, but I'm afraid Liebgott can't help it. Always the tough guy, aren't you? I'm really starting to wonder if you're trying to compensate for something with that," I say to Liebgott and stand up. "You're one to talk, Stark. Or what else is why you're here but to prove yourself?"
My eyes turn to slits, and I take a step toward Liebgott. "I've told you a thousand times, Liebgott. Don't fucking talk about things you don't understand!" "I'll talk about what I want, Love. Get used to it," he now says, standing up as well. "But if I don't understand it, why don't you explain it to me, huh? Why are you here?" Anger spreads through me. "That's enough, Lieb," Don interjects, but Liebgott is still glaring at me, as am I at him. "I don't need this, Liebgott, because I could give a shit what you think." "But you do give a shit, Stark, don't you? I wonder why...?" By now, we're standing so close to each other that the others can barely hear us. Liebgott scrutinizes my face, and his gaze flits briefly to my lips. "I hope you're not starting to fall for me, Stark," he whispers huskily, and I tear up. I push him off me. "You're such a fucking asshole, Liebgott!" I curse and stomp away.
Settling against a tree not too far from the others, I bury my face in my hands for a moment. Why do I let him get to me? What is it about Joseph Liebgott that can get me so worked up? I exhale in annoyance and light a smoke. "Sergeant? What did I say about you not wandering around by yourself?" I suddenly hear Winter's voice next to me. "I'm sorry, sir; sometimes I just need to escape from all the testosterone for a minute." Winters chuckles. "I can imagine that. But still, I'm not comfortable with you being out on your own..." "Well, you're here now, sir," I grin, and he smiles at me. "May I?" he asks, pointing to the seat next to me. "Sure, sir."
He sits down next to me, and we sit there silently for a moment. "How's your leg, sir?" I then ask. "Oh, so far, so good. It hurts a little, but it should get better quickly." "I'm glad to hear that, sir." "What was the reason for you to sit here now and not with the other men?" he asks, and I look at him for a moment. "Oh, nothing crazy." "Can I guess?" "Go ahead." "Liebgott?" I let out a sigh and grin. "Liebgott," is all I say, "I don't know what it is, but he somehow always manages to drive me up the wall." "Maybe that's what he wants?" "What do you mean, sir?" "Well, first of all, Liv, please call me Dick, at least when it's just the two of us. After all, you would be an officer. And secondly... Maybe he's trying to drive you up the wall because you're letting him?" "But what does he get out of it?" Dick shrugs. "I'm afraid I can't answer that for you. There could be several reasons for that." I hang my head and prop my arms on my knees. "I saw him differently today, you know? When Tipper was hit... He was so caring and kind. Even afterward, when we handed him over to Doc. And then he morphs into that asshole again." I see a slight smile creep onto Dick's face. "I'm telling you: several reasons, Liv."
"Sir? Liv?" we then hear a voice in front of us and look up. It's Don. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to see if everything was okay, Liv?" "Yep, everything's fine," I say, and Dick and I stand up. "Are you coming back? Don't worry; I've put Liebgott in his place. He won't make another sound for today," Don grins. "It's okay, Don." I turn to Dick. "Thank you, Sir. For talking to me." "Always, Liv. Enjoy your evening." "You too, sir."
Don and I make our way back to the others. "What did Winters want from you?" Don asks me. "Oh, he just wanted to remind me of his orders not to wander around alone. Nothing more..." Don leaves it at that and leads me back to the boys, toward George and Skip. We sit down, and my gaze meets Liebgott's as he studies my face. There's something strange about his look, but I avert my eyes and turn my attention to George and Don.
June 14, 1944 - Carentan, France
Two days later, I sit on a staircase with Don, More, Muck, Penkala, and Albert. Once again, we gathered different food and enjoy a bit of the sun. Albert is lying on the floor next to us, and we are sitting on the steps. I have my eyes closed and hold my face to the sun. Don and More are discussing what the next course will be. "Berlin by Christmas. That's how I see it," More says, looking at all of us. "Yeah, you're full of it," Don replies. "Oh, God. This Kraut cheese tastes like... It stinks. Bread's stale, too," Penkala then says, chewing on the bread. "Give me that," Muck shouts, taking it from Penkala's hand.
"You mark my words, Mal, Berlin by Christmas," More repeats. Then suddenly, we hear a foreign voice. "Enjoy it while it lasts. We'll be moving out soon." I open my eyes now and see Speirs standing in front of us. "Out of town, Lieutenant? Already?" asks Don, and we all look at the lieutenant. "That's right," Speirs replies, turning away. "Don't they know we're just getting settled here?" More says, and we all look at him in shock. Speirs turns to us again and glares at More before disappearing. "Nice, Groucho," Muck says, looking at More in disbelief. "What?" "Real smart. You know, you're taking your life into your own hands. Ain't that right?" Muck asks, addressing Don and me. I look at Don for a moment and shrug. "We didn't see anything, Muck; we already told you that." "What, Speirs shooting the prisoners or the sergeant in his platoon?" then asks Penkala, and we look at him in surprise. "Sergeant?" "I didn't hear that one." "He shot one of his own guys?" asks Don in shock, and I raise an eyebrow. "Well, supposedly, the guy was drunk and refused to go on a patrol. Who knows if it's true?" then tells Penk as Speirs reappears in front of us. "Sergeant Stark? Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "Uh, yes, sure, sir," I reply and stand up hesitantly. I put on my helmet and briefly look at Don, who looks at me with concern.
I follow Speirs a few steps when he stops and turns to me. "How are you, Sergeant?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "Quite well, sir, thank you. Why do you ask?" "Just because. After what happened after D-Day, I wanted to ask." "I'm fine, sir. I've got my boys, and they're looking out for me." "Not that you couldn't do it yourself, right?" "Right." "Lieutenant Winters told me you graduated from OCS? How come you're not an officer?" "I guess it's because I'm a woman, Sir." "Well, as far as I can tell from what I saw, I think they're right to do so. You got your men under control." "Thank you, Sir." Speirs is eyeing me, and I genuinely can't tell what's happening in his head. "Very well. Stand by, Sergeant. We'll be moving out soon." I salute him quickly and then turn away before returning to my friends.
Narrator POV:
Don, Muck, More, and Penkala watch Liv as she follows Speirs. "I wonder what he wants with her," Muck wonders, looking at his friends. "Do you think it could be that Speirs is interested in Liv? Luz told me he saw them together on D-Day." "That would suit you, Muck! Only because you deny that there's anything between her and Liebgott," Don interjects, and Penkala rolls his eyes. "You saw them together the day before yesterday, too, didn't you, Don? I agree with Muck. These two hate each other." "Love and hate are known to be very close, Penk. I'll tease it out of her, and then you can pay up." "You bet on that?" asks More now, looking briefly at Liv, who is still talking to Speirs. "You got it." "But that's just because Don is too sure of himself." "But yeah... Have you guys ever studied Joe? I mean, really study him? The way he looks at her sometimes? The case is just so obvious." "Then why is he being so... assy to her?" "That's clear, too, because he can't have her. Or at least because he thinks he can't. Joe's too proud to even deal with the thought that she might reject him." The conversation falls silent as Liv rejoins them. Don looks up but notices Speirs watching her until she sits with them again, and only then continues.
Liv POV:
"What are you guys talking about?" I ask as I sit back down with the boys. "Still about the same thing as before," Don grumbles, rolling his eyes. "Well, I know a guy who said an eyewitness told him that Speirs hosed those prisoners," Skip says, throwing food at Don. "Why? What for?" now Albert asks out of nowhere, and we look at him. "On D-Day. Speirs comes across a group of German prisoners digging a hole under guard and so on. He pulls out a pack of smokes.... hands them out. He even gives them a light. Then, all of a sudden... he swings up his Thompson... and hoses them down. I mean, for fuck's sake, he gives them smokes first? See, that's why I don't think he really did it," Muck tells us. "I can't imagine him doing it, to be honest." "You don't believe it?" asks Don. "You were there too, Liv, weren't you?" "Yeah, but we didn't see that he did it." "I heard he didn't," Penk now interjects again. "See!" "Someone else did it."
"Oh, no, no, it was him, all right. But it was more than eight guys. It was more like 20", Alton now says. "Hell of a shot!" "All except one guy... who he left alone." "I still think that's bullshit," I say, and Skip eyes me. "Ah well, could it be that you like a certain lieutenant Liv?" he asks, shrugging his eyebrows. "What? What are you talking about? How many more men are you going to pin on me? First Liebgott, then Winters, and now Speirs?" "Anyway... Well, all I know, from what I heard he took that last 105 on D-day practically by himself. Running through MG fire like a maniac," Penk then says. "Yeah, that I did see," Don says immediately, and I nod. "Yep, me too." "On his own?" asks Alton. "I don't care if any of the other stuff's true," Penk says. Suddenly, however, Harry speaks up. "Let's go, first platoon, weapons on me."
"Here we go..." I grumble and stand up. "Come on, Don, let's find the others," I say, pulling him to his feet.
#Band of Brothers#Joe Liebgott#Joe Liebgott x OC#Fanfic#Joe Liebgott fanfic#bob#bobedit#hbowar#ww2#hbo series#ross mccall#don malarkey#scott grimes
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This might sound weird but i'm kind of interested how you imagine y/n like aesthetically. By being here since the very begining i've got an image in my head about how she looks/thinks like and i want to know how close that is to your version. Even though the point of a fanfiction is to imagine yourself in the place of the main character i belive that the writer has an image while writing them about how they look like.
Not a weird request at all anon!! :)
Believe it or not, I don’t actually have an image of Y/N in my head! I try to keep Y/N’s as much a blank slate as possible, not only for inclusive reasons, but because you can easily fall into the territory of making them an OC. Whilst I don’t have any points on what Y/N looks like physically, I would say that her style is anything that stands out against Fritz’s (athletic rich boy), Gabriel (sporty/arty, but refined) or Cassidy (designer rich girl), so perhaps a boho/electic vibe? If you consider the cultural differences of Utah to Queens, she could even have a street/urban style?
It’s kinda hard for me to say actually, but it does make me think!
As for how she thinks, I’d say she’s rather selfless and mature compared to Cassidy. Obvs Cassidy is nice to (some) people, but she’s had her questionable moments too… Y/N is, like many people, young and makes mistakes - Which is why she freaked out with Michael over Jeremy, and (kinda) didn’t handle the Fritz situation well?
If you’re comfortable, I’d really like to hear your thoughts on how you imagine Y/N / Reader adjacent to be, because it’s quite an interesting and fun concept to me bc I have a different view ☺️💜
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i just realized i never shared the Human DJMM's various stupid pieces of lore on here? Which is horrendous bc that's my main. thing? for him???
Originally his universe was going to be way darker since it had the themes of genetic modification but I decided against making it as dark as I originally had it, and so now he's an old man who was a product of very unethical genetic fuckery and I could focus on that storywise, but I have put the most thought into making him as weird and eccentric as possible. If he's old he's got stories to tell and by god does he have stories
Note: I may have posted about this before, but i cannot for the life of me find it, so if i did, you're reading this again BUT I have some new ones
born april first
he was born with one of his pairs of arms having feet instead of hands, and his feet were instead hands. and had to get them surgically switched.
went to clown college, was a professional clown for most of his life, and he has his certificate of completion AND his ceramic, registered clown Egg proudly displayed in his office
He is the reason why you legally cannot operate a crane drunk in the state of Utah
He got RABIES after getting attacked by a squirrel while he was operating a peanut stand. He is also one of the only people in history to survive rabies
In highschool he was in a heavy metal band and was the lead instrumentalist. The instrument in question? A whoopee cushion
His great grandmother is alive and evil, and she keeps coming to harass DJMM. She is 127 years old. Nobody knows how she's alive, but DJMM in particular wishes she wasn't.
He was formerly a news reporter but got fired because he faked and reported a government report detailing how aliens were already hiding among humanity on live television. He was pressured by the US government to renounce his statements, which he did, but he followed up with another hoax (supported by even more faked studies) where insects were making a coalition to retake the Earth. This hoax actually was successful.
His biggest idol is Nelson the Clown, who in 1845 who got pulled by 4 geese in a river and caused a bridge to fall down because of all the people who clamoured to see the spectacle. He recreated it in his era by constructing various removable extensions to his wheelchair that essentially turned it into a chariot so it could be powered by 4 emus. He rode it around times square
He is his universe's equivalent to the macro falco guy - He is unironically extremely attracted to Shrek and Fiona and has commissioned thousands of artworks and fanfics depicting and detailing a polyamorous relationship with them and his Shrek OC/Fursona: The itsy bitsy spider
He has a fix-it fanfic that includes said fursona that rewrites some of the Shrek universe that currently has 250k words
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The 16th Annual Kim Possible Fannies Awards - Final Round Voting
Good evening, everyone! After two very tough rounds of voting, it all comes down to this: the third and final round of voting that will decide the winners of each of the 33 categories.
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Finalists List - 16th Annual KP Fannies Awards - Round 3 Voting
Best KP-Style Name
Gothicthundra - Carmella Sweets - Random Tales of Drakgo
bcbdrums - Admiral Cuddles - There's Christmas--and Christmas
BeatlesTributeMan - Chief Salvo - KP Sitch of College
K1G0 - Quinn Phy-Knight - And You and I
Slyrr - Grimm Probable - All Things Possible
Val Orr - Val Orr - No Time Like the Present
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Best KP OC
Gothicthundra - Cleopatra - Random Tales of Drakgo
K1G0 - Captain Brooks - And You and I
split-n-splice - Priscilla Kimbley - The Company You Keep
Sharper the Writer - Mary Juana and Canna Abis - Stoppable Family Vacation
BeatlesTributeMan - Marty - KP Sitch of Summer CA Trip Sitch
WriterChic16 - The Duke - Possible for a Possible
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Best Minor Character
Gothicthundra - Motor Ed - Random Tales of Drakgo
bcbdrums - Mama Lipsky - There's Christmas--and Christmas
K1G0 - Ann Possible - And You and I
split-n-splice - Midas - The Company You Keep
Sharper the Writer - Bonnie Rockwaller - Possible-y Utah
WriterChic16 - Britina - Possible for a Possible
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Best Villain
Gothicthundra - Dr. Botox - Random Tales of Drakgo
K1G0 - Captain Brooks - And You and I
bcbdrums - Sangerson - Just Hold Me
split-n-splice - Priscilla Kimbley - The Company You Keep
MakeWolfStarGayAgain - Gemini - This Is Not A Death Fic
WriterChic16 - The Duke - Possible for a Possible
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Best AU-Fusion
bcbdrums - Stone House, Forest of Oak
JStormRaider - Tara is the Girl Next Door
sammiesue - If You Could Read My Mind, Love
Gothicthundra - Witches and Demons
PurpleGirl761 - True Blue
Shthar - Aja
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Best Crossover
PurpleGirl761 - Sky Blue, Ocean Blue - Steven Universe
writerChic16 - Crane Interference - Frasier
LJ58 - KP: Where No Man Has Gone - Tv xOvers
brycewade1013 - You and Me Against the World - Suite Life
JxstSaiyan - Family and Trust - Dragonball Z
MacMan - XPossible - X-Men
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Best Alt-Other Canon Pair
Gothicthundra - Frugal Lucre/Adrena Lynn - Random Tales of Drakgo
DavidFalkalyn - Kim/Josh - Arts In the Park
JStormRaider - Ron/Tara - Tara is the Girl Next Door
NeoTyson - Ron/Tara - More than Just a Blonde
CrowJones - Ron/Bonnie - Hidden Affections
kmtdiccion - Ron/Bonnie - Winter's Lie
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Best Kigo
K1G0 - And You and I
Lhyaran - Mission Possible
Beth of Liz - A Hero Would Never Fall For a Villain, Would They
EORaptor - In Brightest Day
Neo the Saiyan Angel - Finding Life in Dull Places
Supreme Distraction - Villainess' Intent
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Best Drakgo
bcbdrums - Pandemic
split-n-splice - The Company You Keep
sammiesue - If You Could Read My Mind, Love
Eclipsing-Dreams - Lab Results
Baronesscmd - Arrivals
DarkOnesRoses - Heightened Emotions
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Best Kim/Ron
SuperReneyyy - Snippets of Forever
SimplyShelbs16 - A World of Fragile Things
Gothicthundra - Come In
Sharper the Writer - Possible-y Utah
F86Sabre53 - This Is Our Year College
BeatlesTributeMan - KP Sitch of Summer: The Wedding
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Best Comedy
bcbdrums - The Cocoro of Rococo
split-n-splice - Practice Makes Perfect
Whitem - Even Naked Mole Rats Believe In Santa
Eclipsing-Dreams - A Precise Hand
MakeWolfStarGayAgain - All the Words
Sharper the Writer - Stoppable Family Vacation
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Best Romance
Super Reneyyy - Snippets of Forever
bcbdrums - Brighter Than the Moon
K1G0 - And You and I
Gothicthundra - Random Tales of Drakgo
sammiesue - If You Could Read My Mind, Love
split-n-splice - The Company You Keep
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Best Friendship
bcbdrums - They Sing Your Heart's Desire
Gothicthundra - Random Tales of Drakgo
sammiesue - The SheGhost In My Lair
split-n-splice - Sick Day
Shthar - What's In a Name
GoForDrakgo - Friends
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Best Action-Adventure
bcbdrums - Mad Angry, Mad Crazy
Gothicthundra - Random Tales of Drakgo
Hotrod2001 - KP Rides Again
split-n-splice - The Company You Keep
BearSent - Storm Chaser
General Quin - Lotus War: The Bloom of War
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Best Drama
Gothicthundra - Random Tales of Drakgo
split-n-Splice - The Company You Keep
NeoTyson - Ron Stoppable: Emotion Sickness Remix
Sentinel103 - The Hunter Book 2
Mahler Avatar - Beyond the Stars
SammieFlute - Glow in the Storm
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Most Unlikely-Unique Story
bcbdrums - Stone House, Forest of Oak
sammiesue - The SheGhost In My Lair
split-n-splice - The F Word
Gothicthundra - Witches and Demons
Campy - Cheerleader on the Edge of Forever
Eclipsing-Dreams - A Precise Hand
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Best One-Shot (K-T)
bcbdrums - Depths
Gothicthundra - Bloodlines
split-n-splice - Thunder
Whitem - Momentary Passings
Eclipsing Dreams - Lab Results
WriterChic16 - A Dream and A Nightmare
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Best Short Story (K-T)
SimplyShelbs16 - A World of Fragile Things
bcbdrums - Still Beautiful
Gothicthundra - Blind Spot
sammisue - Drakgo OneShots
split-n-splice – Fly-In
Eclipsing-Dreams - Relief
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Best Medium-Sized Story (K-T)
bcbdrums – Adrift
Gothicthundra - Bloodlines
sammisue - If You Could Read My Mind, Love
MakeWolfStarGayAgain - As Time Goes By
DarkOnesRoses – Heightened Emotions
Eclipsing-Dreams – Lab Results
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Best Novel-Sized Story (K-T)
bcbdrums - There's Christmas--and Christmas
Gothicthundra - Random Tales of Drakgo
split-n-splice - The Company You Keep
MrDrP - What's the Alma Mater
Mahler Avatar - Beyond the Stars
JStormRaider7 - Tara is the Girl Next Door
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Best Series
SimplyShelbs16 - Center Will Not Hold
bcbdrums - The Little Ones
sammisue - The SheGhost In My Lair
split-n-splice - The Company You Keep
BeatlesTributeMan - KP Sitch of Summer
F86Sabre53 - This Is Our Year
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Best M-Rated One-Shot
Gothicthundra - Save on Time
split-n-splice - Morning Glory
bcbdrums - Just Hold Me
NeoTyson - Club Banana Shopping
Eddy13 - Just When You Thought It Was Safe To Bathe
Kakerot Badrockson - Stoppable The Drama
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Best M-Rated Short Story
Denaith - In Your Arms
Gothicthundra - Save On Time
Sewrtyuiop - Shattered Illusions
split-n-splice - Love Burns
UniqueBooks - Ron Stoppable: Change
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Best M-Rated Medium-Sized Story
bcbdrums – Just Hold Me
Lhyaran - Mission Possible
Campy - Cri De Guerre
Chaotic Harlequin - One Last Chance
NeoTyson - The New Fearless Ferret
RedWolfBlack - End of the Road
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Best M-Rated Novel-Sized Story
SuperReneyyy - Snippets of Forever
K1G0 - And You and I
DismalOrc29177 - My Kind of Hero
Hotrod2001 - KP Rides Again
Sharper the Writer - Stoppable Family Vacation
Beth of Liz - A Hero Would Never Fall For a Villain, Would They?
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Best Young Writer
CrazyRedQueen
IconicGwen
SammieFlute
sammisue
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Best New Writer
GoForDrakgo
K1G0
IconicGwen
MakeWolfStarGayAgain
SammieFlute
Shthar
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Best Single Line
"Too many emotions swirled within her at the kind insistence of his voice, the gentle authority in his eyes, and the tender way he held her hands as if they were glass and might break. Her lips trembled and she didn't know what to do as everything inside her seemed to collapse under a tsunami wave of passions, both good and ill." (from Ch. 8 of "Pandemic," by bcbdrums)
"The moon, a friend of hers in nights of solitude, could not repair the cracks within her broken heart that continued to grow as she vividly imagined the rich relationships maintained by her brothers—relationships that she once held within her feeble hands, but let slip as her own selfishness tore her away from those she loved the most." (from Ch. 4 of "If You Could Read My Mind, Love," by sammisue)
Kim knew even before alarms began to flare and emergency lights flickered on scarlet from every socket that [the button] must have been a self-destruct mechanism. It was just that kind of day." (from "True Blue," by Purplegirl761)
"It appears that you have again taken up a course of study that I at least, had hoped that you had abandoned years ago." Yori said, her face a blank mask hiding any real emotions. It was only the tone of her voice that let Ron know her true feelings. Subtle to any that didn't know her well, loud as a thunder clap to those that did.
He remained silent as he waited for her to continue.
"The art of being stupid. One of the more advanced classes." (from "Past and Present V2," by Levi2000a)
"Well, let's get you to the cannon and blast you into space, cos your coffee is rank, Lady," Quinn said and the look in her eyes told Betty that the girl was only half-joking. (from "And You and I," by K1G0)
Traci dribbled confidently with her left hand, easily protecting the ball from Kim's feints at a steal. Nothing seemed to be about to happen when without warning Beth took three quick steps back to a spot well behind the three-point line. Before Crystal could react Traci dealt a perfect no-look bounce pass to the diminutive girl, who let fly a two-handed set shot right off a circa 1950 Minneapolis Lakers highlight reel that kissed the backboard and swished through the hoop. The crowd cheered.
"She'll sink that from Denver if the wind's with her," Traci told an astonished Kim. "You cheerleaders are goin' down like cheerleaders in a raunchy direct-to-video teen sex comedy." (from Ch. 2 of "Cri De Guerre," by Campy)
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Neb Award
Hotrod2001
bcbdrums
MrDrP
Tennente
Gothicthundra
F86Sabre53
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Kimmunity Achievement Award
Hotrod2001
bcbdrums
Gothicthundra
Slyrr
Librana
PurpleGirl761
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Best Reviewer
Celioxa
bcbdrums
split-n-splice
writerchic16
Gothicthundra
MakeWolfStarGayAgain
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Best Story of 2020
MrDrP - What's the Alma Mater
K1G0 - And You and I
bcbdrums - Pandemic
SuperReneyyy - Snippets of Forever
split-n-splice - The Company You Keep
sammisue - If You Could Read My Mind, Love
MakeWolfStarGayAgain - As Time Goes By
JStormRaider7 - Tara Is the Girl Next Door
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Best Writer of 2020
bcbdrums
K1G0
split-n-splice
sammisue
MakeWolfStarGayAgain
PurpleGirl761
F86Sabre53
WriterChic16
Good luck to all the nominees!
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“I’d do it all over again sir” (Paul Lahote) -Request
“Could I get a Paul x reader set in eclipse where he imprints on an old friend of Carlisle who is a vamp/shifter but the wolves don’t know that and she is sassy but he try’s to fight the imprint then in the fight she is badass and shifts and he and the wolves are just kind of in awe...abit of angst but fluff ending?”
-Umm ofc you lovely being, this caught my eye and I was like “omg I love this” so this should be fun. Only thing I am going to change is the x reader and make this a oc and if it bothers you to much let me know and ill change it, Thank you❤.
Paul Lahote x oc
(warning: None that I know of)
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“Nila, to what do I own this pleasure?” Carlisle said who was happy but confused to see his old friend when her coven was in Utah.
Him and his family now stood on the porch of their lovely home looking up at the girl who clung to a tall tree after hearing the ruckus she rumbled in the woods.
“You know words get around Car , What’s this newborn battle I’m hearing about” she said jumping from the tall tree she was handing from.
“A team up with the wolfs to kick newborn ass, duh” Emmet said as he leaned on the on the banister.
Nila smirked before dropping her face.
He and Nila never really saw eye to eye but they wouldn’t say they ‘hated’ each other just a firm dislike.
He was going to be the biggest in the house but not the toughest, he wanted to give it a go after not seeing her for a while,
“If it isn’t the dumbest Cullen or... should I give that to Edward for falling in love a human” she said looking between Emmet and Edward with her light brown eyes.
Since she wasn’t fully Vampire she didn’t have to drink blood, she could live off human food too.
She only chose human food because she knew everyone’s input on vampires, they all think their sum blood thirsty monster’s.
Her skin wasn’t hot to the touch but wasn’t ice cold either, it was warm like A perfect day to wear a sundress to the beach.
“Why don’t you come in, we were just discussing our plans” Carlisle said with a open hand to the door of his home.
She gave a warm smile to Esme, Rose, Alice, and Jasper which they kindly returned, while she shot a bird at Emmet and not even taking notice to Edward a second time as she stepped into their home.
“Hasn’t changed a bit” she said more to her self looking around.
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“so their after Edwards walking blood bag, Why?” Nila said now knowing everything but why they were coming for Bella.
“We have no idea” Carlisle said ignoring the snarky comment from his friend, he knew how she was about anything new and a human in love with a vampire is new for everybody.
She rolled her eye’s, looking over at the window, there stood a huge tan man in a muscle shirt with cut off jean shorts and black shoes.
His hair was cut low and he smelled of woods and sweat.
“I take it he’s the wolf she lead on while pale face ran off” she said now looking back at Esme.
“Okay how long does she need to stay I mean really, all she’s doing is making comments on everything!” Bella said as Rose chuckled and Nila smirked.
Rose was known for getting under Bella’s skin so she enjoyed watching others do as such, when they first met she knew she had to befriend this little ball of fire.
This is just adding to their bond.
“Hold your tongue or I’ll throw you to the little monsters myself, if anything I’m helping save your ass” She said only half joking on first part.
Which was true, she was helping but she wasn’t doing it for Bella, she was doing it to pay Carlisle back for saving her life almost 60 years ago.
Carlisle found a 16 year old Nila beaten and bruised by her abusive uncle who took her in after her parents died, left for dead in a alley way like she was nothing.
She was beaten so bad, he soon turned her seeing it was the only thing to save her life, all without knowing she would turn into a massive wolf.
It caused problem’s for him and Esme, her anger toward the man who left her for dead almost controlling her making her faze at least 7 times a day.
Then being something that even the oldest of vampire’s have never heard of, the first of her kind and the only.
A Wolf with the same abilities as a vampires.
A hybrid.
After she learned to control her heightened emotions, Carlisle gave her a choice to stay but she wanted to see the world.
And that he understood.
So she left, later finding a small Vampire coven who soon became her family but she never forgot bout the Cullen Coven, the people who saved her life.
Bella swallowed hard before a glaring Edward grabbed her hand and walked out the room.
“I still like you, I still like her” Rose said smirking at her mate which caused him to roll his eyes.
“we train with the wolfs tomorrow at noon in a open field, be ready” Jasper said as the family walked the hybrid to the door of their home.
“See’ya soldier” she said as her small figure disappears into the night.
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The Next Day...
“Again!” Nila watched Emmet shout at Jasper after losing a match.
“hey, maybe you should give it a break. Ya know? before you pop a bicep” Nila said as she leaned on a tree , not to far back.
Emmet groaned trying to ignore the smart mouth women as his mate kisses his cheek and patted his shoulder.
“Don’t be a sore loser babe” she said smirking as she smiled with Nila.
Rosalie was really liking Nila being around, it was fun having someone to be a buddy with even though the others were dreading it or didn’t pay it any mind she was here.
Everyone treated Rose like she was bomb, one wrong move and the blonde would blow up in everyone’s face.
Which was kind of true but she liked the fact that Nila treated her normally, like she wasn’t cold hearted.
Like she wasn’t on egg shells around her.
Like she wasn’t a monster.
Everyone turned their heads after hearing a car pull up only to find the two love birds jumping out and joining the group.
Not even second’s later tall, like HUGE wolfs emerged from the treat lines slightly growling at those who stood before them.
“Well...Hello doggies” Nila said pushing up off the tree she was leaning on searching over every wolf in her eye sight.
The Pack took attention to the extra leech they have never seen before, especially Paul but he looked down at Carlisle before he could get a good look at her.
“They don’t trust us enough to be in their human forms” Edward said looking at his adoptive father.
“They came, that’s what matters... will you translate?” Carlisle asked as Edward gave a slight nod and stood in front of the wolfs.
Nila heard Bella say something to a rusty brown wolf but payed what ever it was no mind
“Welcome, Jasper as experience with newborns... He can teach us how to defeat them” he gently spoke.
“They wanna know how the newborns different from us” Edward stated.
“Their a great deal stronger then us because-”
“Their own human blood lingers in their tissues” Nila spoke out now coming closer and out of the tree lines.
Carlisle nodded at his friend before continuing.
“our kind is never more physically powerful then in our first several months of this life” he finished before stepping back letting Jasper take the lead.
“Carlisle’s right... That’s why their created” he said pacing.
“A new born army doesn’t need thousands like a human army... but no human army can stand against them”
The wolfs growled lowly as to say ‘we get it’
“the two most important things to remember are first... Never let them get their arms around you, they’ll crush you instantly. And second-” he said keeping eye contact with the wolfs.
“Never go for the obvious kill, they’ll be expecting that. and you. will. lose.... Nila, Emmet!” he shouted making the buff pale man and warm colored girl step forth.
Nila gracefully stood a few feet away from Emmet with a smirk.
“Don’t hold back steroids” she said in a teasing manner.
“Not in my nature she-devil” he responded in that same manner.
She stood still as Emmet charged at her small figure pushing her back through the dirt and lifting her, throwing her to ground only for her to land on she feet lightly.
Nila saw he was going to play dirty.. she going to show him she could play filthy.
smirking , She ran towards the man with force as he swung a punch toward her but she dodged it, she grabbed and twisted his arm making him turn in mid air before using her elbow to push his back to the ground, she won.
She pinned him.
“Never lose focus, sweet cakes” she said winking and turning back to go back to her spot in the tree’s but she felt eyes on her.
Nila turned around to search of eyes even close to looking at her, only to lock with Paul’s dusty grey ones.
She then felt her world stop as if only it was him and her in the field but she didn’t break eye contact with the wolf.
She saw a future with him, marriage , kids, love. A home.
He saw the same thing... felt the same way...
“One more thing...” Jasper’s voice spoke breaking them from their trance.
‘what the hell was that’ she thought but shook her head looking up to find Carlisle on the ground who was pinned by Edward.
That soon changed when Carlisle grabbed Edwards ankle bring him down as he now pinned Edward.
“never turn your back on your enemy” he said rolling his eyes.
As it was now Rose and Jasper’s turn to spare , Nila was now to deep in her thoughts to pay any attention , Paul the same.
Pictures of Nila’s light brown eyes flashed through his mind none stop, the vision’s of their future along with them which caught Jared’s attention.
‘oh dude... tell me you didn’t, did you?’ Jared thought.
‘shut up Jared’
‘OMG YOU DID!’
‘Will you guy’s focus, our life’s are kind of on the line here’ Paul heard Embry’s voice.
‘Paul imprinted on a leech Em, how am I suppose to focus if she’s flashing in my head. Kim is going to kill me-’
‘Enough’ Sam’s voice spoke.
‘Paul, we’ll talk later now all of you focus’
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Training is now over and Nila sat on the steps of the Cullen’s home.
She just couldn’t get the dark grey out of her head.
What was it about him that pulled her to him and why was all she wanted to know I mean come on. she didn’t even know his human form.
“I wouldn’t stress it Ni maybe he just thought you were cute” a holly Alice said long side her.
she smiled gently before she spoke.
“Thanks pixie”
Mean while..
“you have to tell her Paul, she as a right to know” said a annoyed Sam beside Paul as the pack sat in Emily’s kitchen eating a lunch she made for a good luck before the newborn battle they have coming up.
Since training Paul wasn’t himself, almost as if he was missing a part of himself now that he was far from his imprint.
But he also felt disappointed in him self, why a vampire out of all things?
“Sam’s right... You cant stay far without hurting your self too” Jared said as he had a full mouth.
Embry and Quil agreeing with the usually dumb minded wolf.
“Mouth closed Jared” Emily Called out to the young boy, he said a quick sorry before he continued to wolf down his food.
No pun intended.
This angered the hot head Lahote, they don’t know what its like to imprint on your natural born enemy and then had the nerve to tell him to deal with it.
They wouldn’t know how to deal with it unless it happened to them.
“You don’t anything or even what your talking about” He said coldly.
Paul stood out his seat and stormed through back door leaving the conversation he wasn’t ready to have as he ran into the woods fazing mid sprint.
Flashes of the girl the cold one’s call ‘Nila’ going through his head was to much for him so he ran... growling and barking at anything in his path way.
The Battle
Nila Pov
It was now battle day, after two long nights of waiting, her mind still on the dark grey wolf in her mind, it was finally time to let her emotions go and kick some newborn ass.
Bella Stayed with Edward and Jacob far in the hills.
Jacob carried Bella to the camp out not to far from where the battle would be held to mask her scent so the newborns would be lead to the Cullen’s and Wolf’s plus Nila instead of Bella.
Nila kind of hoped the grey wolf would show as they were preparing for battle just so she can at least hold some conversation with him.
ask him what happened at training, why did she feel a pull to be near him all the time, why does her half death body ache when she thinks about her future with out him in it.
it was so much she needed to say.
“Stand tall, here they come” Jasper says as we lined up next to each other.
They listened as the growls grew louder, Foot steps coming closer ,and branches breaking.
Finally at least 20 pairs of blood red eyes came running from the tree lines and The 7 Vampires returning the act.
Jasper heads in first as he threw a power full punch breaking the newborns head like a piece of glass that just dropped.
Emmet using his buff figure to knock another of their feet then turning to twist one’s head right off their shoulders.
Every golden eyed vampire holding their own barely even noticing the pack jumping from the bolder and attacking a hand full of Newborn their self.
Esme grabbed a newborns foot to send then flying in the air for Carlisle to push the cold body down to the ground as his mate throws the monster to the wolfs.
Literally.
Nila was fighting to get the arms of a newborn from around her figure but couldn’t, Paul took notice to her struggle and jumped at the newborn holding her in one quick movement pulling his head off with his shark teeth.
They shared a quick glance before heading their own ways.
As they cleaned all of the newborn’s clean from the open field they were in everyone finally took a breather.
“Yeah never again, that bitch almost killed me” Nila said.
“Language”
“sorry”
“How long?” Edward said coming from nowhere will Bella on his left like a sea clam.
“A few minutes... maybe ten?” Alice said.
“the pack needs to leave , the Volturi won’t honor a truce with the werewolves”
A left over newborn jumped out and a white wolf with tan and grey in its fur attacked without thinking on anything.
“LEAH DONT!” Edward yelled.
The same dark grey wolf Nila as yet to talk to in human form jumped over the said wolf and latched on to the newborn then started to rumble.
Nila started to tense as the gray wolf started to lose his upper hand on the newborn.
The newborn got his arms around the grey wolf crushing his spine as Jasper said almost instantly, the wolf dropped to floor turning and whining in pain.
“NO!” Nila said running towards the monster who hurt the grey wolf fazing mid sprint and with one clean movement she torn the newborns head off.
“Paul... Hold on ok, Carlisle’s gonna take care of you” Edward said to the now human laying once where the grey wolf was.
There laid a tan man with the same tattoo as Jacob but buffer with arms in a x to try and help with the pain in his body but it was no use.
Nila’s wolf ran to the mans side ignoring his lack of clothes as she whined, a way of tell Carlisle to help him.
“his bones on the right, half them are shattered” Carlisle said.
5 boys and 1 girl soon came to Paul’s side in a hurry.
“Paul , You idiot! I Had it” Leah shouted.
“Leah!”
“we need to get him out of here , we’re not gonna want a fight with the Volturi” Edward said as Nila laid on her stomach resting her head gently on Paul’s shoulder ,whining.
“we’ll take him back to Billy’s” Sam said.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can”
The boys started to close in on Paul which Nila didn’t take to kindly , she missed what she was being said between the pack and Carlisle.
All she could focus on was Paul laying flat on the floor who she adored and felt the need to protect, moaning in pain.
Nila growled loudly as the 5 boy came in closer.
“Nila, they’re helping him. let them.”
She huffed before she started to whine again, hearing cries from Paul brought cries of her own.
“she can come... maybe she could help” Jacob suggest to Sam as they held Paul’s body up.
Sam nodded.
“They’re Coming!” Alice said which made Nila look to Carlisle as to ask could she.
He gave a warm smile before speaking.
“Go”
She hurried and follow the boys and Leah out of the woods.
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Nila is now shifted back and everyone is at Billy’s.
Everyone’s out side as Paul screamed, it made her uneasy.
“What are they doing to him!” she asked turning to who she learned was Embry.
“Doc’s rebreaking his bones” she took a deep breath before she heard another one of Paul’s cries.
She slipped her finger into her hair and gripped it slightly.
Nila was freaking out and this wasn’t like her, she was pacing the grass as she tried to block out Paul’s screams.
“Paul Imprinted on you!” Jared rushed out trying to help the girl at least stay in one spot, all her walking and things were making him nervous.
“nice going jackass”
“really dude”
“Oh my gosh”
“this wasn’t the time...”
“someone had to say it!’
Nila zoned out their babbling as she focused on what she just heard, of course she has heard of imprinting but she just thought she had something on her face and her brain wanted to be over the top.
But instead he imprinted... and he didn’t tell her...
Nila felt her heart clench, was she not good enough to be is imprint? is that why he didn’t say anything?
The door to the little red house shack opened. Carlisle and Sam came out and shut the door.
Once again Carlisle said something and Nila didn’t pay it any mind.
“Nila... He’s asking for you”
She Looked up and shot through the door she walked down the small hall to find Paul on a bed in a pool of sweat and bandages.
He opened his eye’s half way to see her standing in the door way and muffled a laugh.
“so... your the hero wolf” he said in horse.
she gently smiled as she walked closer to the bed and sat on her knees.
“I- guess I am” she said looking up at him in his eyes.
They were beautiful to her, the way they shined even with no light on them.
“Look-” he said trying to sit up.
“Hey! no no no, stay still” she said starting to panic as she placed her small hands on his chest gently pushing him back down.
“ahh”
“Sorry- I’m so sorry- I-I should leave, I’m making things worst-” she said talking fast and getting up.
Paul caught her by her hand feeling the sparks on his skin as they touched.
In all honesty he didn’t want her to leave.
“Stay... please” he said making her slowly take her seat back on the floor, never taking his hand out of hers.
They sat in a peaceful silence before he spoke.
“I should have told you about the imprint... I’m sorry” he said looking at the side of her face but she turned her head to look him in his face.
“it’s okay, I get the whole Vampire werewolf hate thing but before you make up your mind-” she took a deep breath as she finally pulled her hand away from his now picking at her nails.
“I-I don’t think I have the will to stay away from you anymore” she said looking at her hands as he stared at her.
“Then don’t...” he said gently.
She look at his face to see if he was joking about what he said but she found no joking matter expression on his face.
She blushed.
“Lets start over” he said slowly sticking his hand out to shake hers which she gently shook.
“Hi, I’m Paul Lahote. I’m a werewolf, I imprinted on you and Thank you for saving my life ma’am” he said making her giggle.
“Hi, I’m Nila Livid. I’m a Hybrid, I kind of don’t mind-” She said smiling and falling into his eyes.
“and I’d do it all over again sir” she smiled making him smile and hold her hand tighter.
“Nice to meet you Nila”
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HAPPY NEW YEARSSSS!❤
#paul lahote#paul lahote imagine#paul lahote x oc#paul lahote fluff#twilight#jared cameron#sam uley#embry call#quil ateara#quileute#carlisle cullen#alice cullen#emmett cullen#esme cullen#rosalie cullen#jasper hale#edward cullen#bella swan#forks washington#eclipse#alex meraz#paul lahote x short reader#paul lahote x reader#paul lahote x y/n#2021
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Part I: Going Home
Author’s Notes: This is the first chapter of my first Joel Miller fic. As mentioned in an earlier post on my main page, my desire was to veer away from canon and it does...like a lot. It still keeps enough details to make it familiar, but I rearranged it to fit the plot that I had in my head. This takes place after the events of TLOU. It does utilize some scenes at the end of the first video game, but most of the plot is inspired by the second game. The reader, you, is replacing Ellie. Instead of a father/daughter relationship, there is a romantic relationship between Joel and a more age appropriate OC/reader. The reader is still younger than him but an adult. Its up to your imagination how much of an age difference there is. I try to keep things vague regarding the physical description of his romantic interest to make it easily relatable for a variety of readers. It’ll probably get more specific in later chapters to help with imagery of certain scenes *wink wink*. I’ve proof read it, but let me know if things don’t make sense. Please show love if you enjoyed reading it! Even if no one reads this, I enjoyed pouring out my love (and lust) for Joel.
Genre: Fluff, Angst
Summary: Joel drove you to Jackson to live a more stable and comfortable life. It was his best way to protect you; that and lie about what really happened at the Fireflies hospital. His goal was to move on from anything Fireflies related, but you couldn’t quite do that. So many questions ate at you which caused your emotions to conflict. You wanted to trust Joel; you felt something deep for him. Unbeknownst to you, he came to terms with his love for you when your life was threatened at the hospital. It was you or them and he chose you.
Ship: JoelxReader
“They stopped looking for a cure. I’m taking us home.” Joel said before falling silent on the car ride to Jackson.
It was a long ride from the hospital in Utah to Maria’s settlement in Wyoming. You would drift in and out of sleep in the back of the car Joel was driving. Home. He said it so naturally as if Jackson was the destination the whole time. A home felt comfortable. The word gave you warm feelings as it was something you hadn’t known for a very long time. That sense of content mingled with the anesthesia allowed you to push away any more questions you had.
They were still there, however; popping up more frequently in your head. After the car ride, Joel was careful not to mention anything related to the Fireflies or the hospital around you. His lack of transparency caused you to be a bit hesitant. The words just wanted to roll off your tongue; it was so close, you could taste it. Tell me everything. What did the test results say? Where are the other immune? How could they have given up? You remember the look in the eyes of the Fireflies back east. They were so eager to find a cure.
Just a week ago, there was no one in the world you trusted more than Joel. Being around a group of strangers in a state that you’d never been in, Joel was a crutch. He trusted the place because of Tommy, so you knew you should too, but it wasn’t that easy. At the same time, however, you had the instinct to keep your distance from Joel. He caused an inner conflict with you.
The settlement itself was easy to love though. The running water, electricity, stable of horses, fresh food and the list went on. It wasn’t easy to maintain these resources, but it was damn better than hunting and gathering out there everyday. Joel picked out an empty house within the settlement walls large enough for the two of you. He fully expected you two to sleep in separate rooms but he did not expect you to reject the house altogether. He may have been your social crutch, but you just felt better being in your own four walls. Being protective, he preferred to have you close, so the two of you made a compromise by agreeing that you live in the garage. It was quite large as it was a two-car. After a little while, you were able to make it up in a way that suited you. Soon enough, the only thing you had to share with him in the main house was the bathroom. It wasn’t that you wanted to avoid him completely. In fact, he peaked a certain interest in you which furthered the inner conflict.
Having space from Joel was difficult because you hadn’t yet made friends. Between the anesthesia weakening your body and Joel’s air of mystery, people tended to tread lightly around you.The only other people you really talked to outside of him were Maria and Tommy. It was surprisingly easy to fall into a domestic routine of sorts. The two of you ate together, walked around outside together, patrolled together. Watching Joel sit on the porch or relax on the couch after a long day gave you a glimpse into how he must have looked before the world went to shit. After all that he’d been through, watching him rest warmed your heart. He deserved it, you thought. He didn’t smile often, but you caught him smiling more since arriving home.
Laying in your bed, you thought back to the period right before you arrived at the hospital. It was probably the best part of the whole journey. The weather was just starting to get warm again, the scenery was lush and most impactful of all, the two of you were getting along. Not just in a civil way, but in a ‘something more’ kind of way. At least that’s what you felt and you couldn’t help but tread across those waters. Joel became more open with you. He would play into your flirtatious antics as if he wanted more. Despite knowing that the journey was nearing its end, Joel allowed himself to enjoy your company as you did his. You remembered that he even asked if you wanted to continue the journey further, at one point. He said that the two of you could turn back now and head north to Jackson. Sometimes, you wish that you had chosen that option instead, but you know that you’d just regret not choosing the hospital even more.
Seeing Joel’s guard fall down, slow as it was, still is sometimes, made you happy because you liked the person that you saw underneath it all. It was still a struggle some days, though. A hardened look would appear on Joel’s face at the mention of the Fireflies, even if it was unrelated to you. Moments like those reminded you of the questions that formed not too long ago in your head. Moments like those prompted you to form new questions. Why did he look so defensive? What was he hiding behind those darkened eyes?
After a few months of living in Jackson, you had finally mustered up the courage to talk to Joel about that day back in Utah. What was the worst that could happen? You were comfortable around him and he cared about you. He never said those words, but you knew that he did. You wouldn’t be in Jackson if he didn’t.
“Joel?” You shout from downstairs. You entered the house from the back door without knocking like you usually did. He wasn’t scheduled for patrols today so you were hoping that he was home.
“M’up here.” His voice responded from upstairs. You walked up the steps until you reached the hallway. The only door open was that of his craft room.
“You making something?” You gestured to the raw piece of wood in his hand. He looked up from his whittling knife and turned to face you standing in the doorway.
He shook his head. “I dunno what I should make,” He offered up a half smile. “Just shavin’ off pieces ‘til I figure somethin’ out.” He sat the knife down onto the workbench. “What is it, (Y/N)?”
You shrug casually. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.” You moved into the room and found a place to sit. Joel scoffed at his dinged up piece of wood before setting that down too. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you.”
“Shoot, darlin’.” His pet name for you always made the nerves that you had melt away, to an extent. You would constantly tell yourself that there was no reason to be nervous around him, but you saw the way he looked when he was triggered by certain words.
You let out a breath. “You know, back in Boston when I was bitten, I was not alone. My friend was there. She was my best friend actually.” You look down at the wooden floor. “Well, she got bitten too. We didn’t know what to do. We were scared. So she says, ‘Let’s just wait it out. We can be all poetic and just lose our minds together.’ She...I didn’t…” You shake your head. “I’m still waiting for my turn.”
“(Y/N)” Joel began before you cut him off.
“It was her, then everyone else I attempted to get close to after that. Why do I get to live when they don’t? Each time, others have had to take my turn for me and I don’t know why?” You pause. “Why am I immune?” It was the first question you had for the Fireflies but everything happened so quick and next thing you knew, everything went black.
“(Y/N), that’s not on you.” Joel said gently. “I’ve struggled for a long time with survivin’.” He let out a sigh. “No matter what, you gotta keep finding somthin’ to fight for.” He made sure to look you in the eyes, even if you didn’t want to meet his.
“You don’t under---” You start.
Joel cuts in. “Now, I know that’s not what you wanna hear right now, but it’s---”
You speak up. “Back at the hospital...” You watched as his face began to harden. You contemplated what to say next. “Just swear to me. Swear that everything you said about the Fireflies is true.” He repositioned himself in the chair, never breaking eye contact with you.
His voice turned gruff. “I swear.” You stared at him for a long moment to read his face. He looked you dead in the eye and gave you his word. How much could you trust a man that would do that and still lie?
“Okay.” You nodded your head and left him alone in the room. Joel had half a mind to go after you, but decided best to give you space. You asked him to swear and he did.
*****
“(Y/N), You comin’?” Joel asked from the other side of the garage door after knocking. You didn’t forget that Tommy had invited the two of you over for dinner. After talking to Joel, however, you weren’t much in the mood.
“I’m coming.” You said with a huff.
You quickly threw on something nicer than what you usually wore and opened the door. You found him standing there waiting. He turned to you and smiled as if the most intense conversation you’ve had with him in months hadn’t just occurred. You offered a tight lined smile in return before walking off. The air was crisp and the temperature was just right. It didn’t take much for him to keep pace with you. Joel took glances at you every so often. You would only look back at him when he wasn’t. The thing was, you weren’t sure if he was actually lying. You could only translate the feeling in your gut. You stopped on the stoop of Tommy and Maria’s house as Joel lifted his knuckles to rasp the door. He waited a moment and glanced at you again.
“Hey!” Tommy exclaimed after opening the door. “Come on in.”
“Thanks, Tommy.” Joel muttered as he walked in.
“Yeah, thanks for having us.” You followed.
“Of course. It’s not often we all have a night off at the same time.” Maria chimed from the dining room. Joel grunted in agreement.
“C’mon, have a seat in here.” Tommy guided us out of the hallway. “Dinner’s just about ready, right hun?”
“I hope y’all like duck! I tried my best with it. I’ve never cooked duck before.” She brought a large roasting dish into the room and sat it in the middle of the table. “If not, there’s still mashed cauliflower and gravy right there and then some lima beans over there.”
“I’m sure it’ll taste really good, Maria.” You said.
“Now, where did y’all find a duck?” Joel inquired as a way to make conversation.
“I went hunting, brother mine.” Tommy replied, patting his older brother on the shoulder before sitting. Joel rolled his eyes and gave Tommy a pointed glare to which he chuckled. “Jesse told me about a new pond he discovered while out on patrol and well, you know, where there’s water, there’s life. So I decided to go see for myself and I took my rifle with me.”
“Shoulda told me. I would’ve gone with you.” Joel responded. He held out his glass as Maria came around with a pitcher of water. He nodded at her in gratitude.
“Nah. Wanted it to be a surprise for the dinner here. You ever had duck?” Tommy turned to you.
“No.” You shook your head. Tommy could sense there was something up between you two but he knew better than to bring it up at the dinner table. He wondered if Maria had caught on.
“Duck.” Tommy stated with a sigh, trying to think of something else to say. “Always thought it was a rich man’s food. Now look at us.” He carved into the breast of the roasted duck and began to serve portions.
“Next time, I’ll bring some caviar.” You spoke up. You saw what Tommy was trying to do, so you in turn tried your hand at comic relief. Luckily for you, it worked. The room broke out in laughter.
Maria sat down and grabbed her husband’s hand to her right and yours to her left. This prompted you to take Joel’s hand into yours. “We are rich in our blessings. We have food and we have each other.”
Maria quickly said grace before everyone at the table dug in. For something you’d never tasted before, it was good. It wasn’t your favorite meat but the dinner as a whole was delicious and fulfilling. You think back for a moment on how your full belly now contrasted to that of yours a year ago. The four of you sat at the table for an hour after finishing the meal. You had to admit that it was an awkward start but these were the people that you were most comfortable with in the whole town. That had to mean something. Even things with Joel subsided, if just for the evening.
The rest of the night was spent in the living room. The four of you caught up with each other. At times, the conversation included everybody and at others, it was just between Tommy and Joel which elicited Maria to spark up a conversation with you.
“How’s things going?” She gestured her head toward Joel. She caught on. “If you guys need anything, you know all you have to do is ask. We’re happy to do what we can.”
“Oh, we’re fine. I’m fine. I’m sure Joel’s fine but thank you.” You replied.
She looked at you for a moment. “Is there something going on between you two? I’ve seen the way Joel looks at you. Even the first time y’all came around to Jackson. I saw it back then and I know you live with him.”
You glanced up at him then shifted back to Maria. “Well technically I don’t...um no. There’s nothing between us. We’re friends.” You shrugged as if you had no idea what she was talking about. “I guess after traveling so far for so long, you just grow attached to each other, but that’s it.”
“I think he’s grown more than attached to you.” She shrugged as well. “But if he’s not who you want, then that’s fine. Just please don’t hurt him. Tommy has told me things about his past all the way down to their childhood. I don’t know what he’s shared with you, but he’s had it rough.” To this day, Joel hadn’t shared much with you, but you didn’t need to know exactly what happened in his past to know he’s had it rough. Everybody’s had it rough in different ways.
“I could never hurt him.” You meant it. You just hoped that he could say the same about you. “I was wondering if I could ask you something.”
���Go ahead.” She replied.
“How do I go about changing my patrols? I don’t want to stop going out with Joel, but I would like to do it with other people. Make some new friends.”
She smiled. “I think that’s a good idea. Jesse is one of the patrol leaders as well as Tommy of course. Talk to one of them about it. They can pair you up with an experienced patroller to start you off. I know you’ve got experience patrolling with Joel, but it's just protocol when someone takes a different route than usual.” She paused for a moment to down the rest of her water. “Hell, Jesse might even take you out himself. He’s a good kid.”
“Thanks.” You replied.
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Fallout OC Survey Results!
333 responses later, the results are in!
For the most part, I'm just going to present the data without giving much commentary for now. The way Google Forms decided to display the response data worked well for some questions, and not so much for others, and a lot of the time there was just too much data to make a coherent graph or chart, so this post will be a bit all over the place in terms of format. It's also going to be long, so I'll continue under a cut.
(It looks like the cut isn’t working, sorry guys -_-)
Name
I didn't recognise most of the names I saw here, which means I have plenty of OCs to discover!
The most common names were Nova, Thomas, Six, Max and Charlie, with three entries each. Other names that appeared twice were Nathan, Poppy, Anthony, Judith, Chase, Ashley, Joshua, Jesse, Anna, Eleanor and Daisy. There were also a few very specific duplicates that I suspect were the same OCs being filled in separately for different games (which is fine!).
Game
Are they the in-game player character?
Faction
We had a lot of factions represented!
Railroad: 61
Minutemen: 60
Brotherhood of Steel: 48
Independent Vegas or Yes Man: 34
Caesar's Legion: 28
NCR: 28
Followers of the Apocalypse: 24
The Institute: 17
Mr House: 12
Raiders (Nuka World or in general): 12
Non-canon factions: 8
Reilly's Rangers: 7
Enclave: 6
Vault 13: 4
Responders: 4
Great Khans: 4
Tunnel Snakes: 4
Arroyo: 3
Powder Gangers: 3
The Kings: 3
Goodneighbor: 2
Slavers or Paradise Falls: 2
Cassidy Caravans: 1
Acadia: 1
The Pitt: 1
Boomers: 1
Vault 76: 1
Talon Company: 1
Crimson Caravan: 1
White Glove Society: 1
Brotherhood Outcasts: 1
Sorrows: 1
Unspecified tribe: 1
Mojave Express: 1
Regulators: 1
Omertas: 1
Age
Ages ranged from 6 to 252, with the majority being close to or in their twenties (excluding the time that Sole Survivors spent on ice). I decided to leave out the decade question, since it seems to have confused a lot of people and didn't add much considering there was already an age question.
Gender
Cis female: 166
Cis male: 101
Nonbinary: 26
Trans male: 15
Trans female: 9
Agender: 8
Male, unknown if cis or trans: 2
Genderfluid: 2
Intersex: 1
Genderqueer: 1
Sexuality
Yes, I absolutely did make this chart from scratch just to include the flags lol. Green is straight and orange is 'other', by the way. The most common responses in the 'other' category were demi and questioning, with five each.
Species
Race or ethnicity
White: 158
Mixed: 51
Hispanic/Latine: 36
Asian: 31
Black: 15
Other: 8
Native American: 7
Place of birth
US states
I wasn't sure if the map was very clear, so I'll include a list anyway.
California: 53
Massachusetts: 45
Washington DC: 44
Nevada: 36
Arizona: 21
Utah: 11
West Virginia: 8
New York: 7
Oregon: 5
Virginia: 5
Washington: 4
Florida: 4
Colorado: 4
Maryland: 3
New Mexico: 3
Oklahoma: 3
Texas: 3
Montana: 3
Pennsylvania: 2
Maine: 2
Kentucky: 2
Wisconsin: 2
Michigan: 2
Georgia: 2
Illinois: 2
New Jersey: 1
South Carolina: 1
Tennessee: 1
Wyoming: 1
Missouri: 1
Idaho: 1
Ohio: 1
Mississippi: 1
North Carolina: 1
Vermont: 1
Alabama: 1
Alaska: 1
Puerto Rico: 1
Other countries
Russia: 4
Mexico: 4
Ireland: 3
UK: 2
Japan: 2
Australia: 1
Sweden: 1
Norway: 1
Italy: 1
Canada: 1
Germany: 1
Maybe also one for Georgia- I couldn't tell if one person meant the state or country!
Languages spoken
English: 331
Spanish: 90
Latin: 59
A Fallout universe tribal language: 27
Mandarin: 15
French: 15
ASL: 10
Russian: 8
Japanese: 8
Irish Gaelic: 4
Italian: 3
Cantonese: 2
German: 2
For the sake of brevity (which is pretty futile at this point, but anyway), all of the following had one response: Hebrew, Norwegian, Arabic, Cherokee, Sanskrit, Punjabi, Hindi, Korean, Romanian, Shoshoni, Yiddish, Indonesian, Malay, Navajo, Swedish, Vietnamese, binary and sheet music
Medical conditions, disabilities, neurodivergence and the likes
PTSD: 52
Depression: 31
Vision problems, including missing an eye: 28
Anxiety: 27
ADHD: 21
Autism: 17
Memory problems: 16
Amputee: 13
Hearing problems: 9
Migraines or headaches: 7
Asthma: 6
Bipolar: 6
Traumatic brain injury: 6 (only counted when explicitly stated, implied for many more)
Chronic pain: 5
Improperly healed injury: 5
Nonverbal, semiverbal, selective mutism, etc: 3
Borderline personality disorder: 3
Narcissistic personality disorder: 2
Seizures: 2
Psyker: 2
Nerve damage: 2
Radiation sickness: 2
Eczema: 2
OCD: 2
Dissociation: 2
Claustrophobia: 2
Eating disorder: 2
Spine problems: 2
Schizophrenia: 2
And again, a list of all with only one response: night terrors, kleptomania, dyslexia, needs a leg brace, rheumatoid arthritis, endometriosis, arachnodactyly, depersonalisation-derealisation disorder, psychosis, hallucinations, New Plague (complete aside: I would be extremely interested in hearing from the creator of this particular OC!), Broca's aphasia, schizoaffective disorder, inability to taste, dependent personality disorder, apraxia, autophobia, agoraphobia, Alzheimer's, albinism, insomnia, post-partum depression, synaesthesia, agraphia, photosensitivity, antisocial personality disorder
Addictions
Karma
Combat style
Aaand favourite cola flavour!
Cherry: 63
None: 62
Regular: 61
Quantum: 38
Dark: 34
Victory: 22
Quartz: 19
Orange: 16
Grape: 13
Other: 4
Once again, a big thank you to everyone who responded. There will be a second part to this featuring the canon character relationship questions, because I have a slightly more in-depth idea for analysing those, and this post is more than long enough already!
Let me know if anything seems off about this post, I put it together really quickly!
#fallout#long post#um#VERY long post#if anyone knows how to do image descriptions for the charts I would be very appreciative#ed mention#ptsd mention#mental illness mention
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Prompts! "I'm glad you were here with me" with an OC in a platonic sense. (Your Eileen intrigues me.) Dealer's choice on guys!
A/N: Thanks for requesting! Eileen first appears in Rumors. In that fic, we get an inkling of her and Nixon working together in Normandy after the drop. Here’s a look at that day for them.
Lewis Nixon doesn't think he's ever talked to himself more in his life, and if he wasn't so focused on staying alive, he'd probably be more worried that he was well and truly losing his mind.
It's early morning in Normandy, and he says a prayer that it's still dark enough he can move around virtually unseen as he struggles to find his way.
The map of the objectives is burned into his brain, but the adrenaline of the drop and the surety that he would be killed mid-air is scrambling his brain. He's woozy from the airsick pills too, and once again curses aloud that he didn't land near anyone else.
A snap of a twig near him has him falling to his stomach, and he holds his breath as he waits to hear something else.
"Flash--"
"Thunder." He replies automatically, standing and turning to face his new ally. He blinks dumbly. "You're a woman."
She puts her hands on her hips, scowling. "Well done. Your powers of observation are truly remarkable. Are you Nixon?"
He just stares.
"Well? I found the other men from your stick and they said they hadn't seen you. You're too far from your DZ. I've been traipsing all over Normandy looking for you. You fit the description, but if you're not him, then I really need to be going."
"I-- what?" He says, finally giving in to his confusion.
"Weren't you told to expect a liason from the OSS?" She asks impatiently.
"I was, but I didn't think you'd be--" He stops himself as her glare and scowl deepen. "Well, I didn't expect you." He holds out his hand. "Lieutenant Lewis Nixon."
"Private Eileen Sanders." She shakes his hand, but keeps it brief. "Counterintelligence. I'm meant to liaison with Easy for the inevitable prisoner roundup."
His brow furrows. "You're doing interrogation?"
"Unless you have someone else with two years of training who also speaks several languages and can tell when someone is lying?"
He shakes his head, amused. "I'm sorry I underestimated you, Eileen. I'm just--" He tries to get himself together. They never told him the liaison would be a woman, which seems like a pretty important piece of information to have ahead of time.
She shakes him off before he can continue. "It's fine. Look, we have to get moving. It's going to be light soon and we can't be out in the open."
He agrees, and together they start walking, sticking to the shadows as much as possible as they listen to the fighting in the distance. They see a few road signs and other markers and know they're pretty far from the main fighting, but that doesn't mean they won't run into any trouble. In fact, Nixon thinks they're more likely to run into a German CP this far back.
Eileen seems to be thinking the same thing and clutches her rifle tighter. Her helmet is slightly askew, and her uniform is easily two sizes too big.
She sees him watching. "I've been in France for six months," she says quietly. "Wasn't assigned to Easy until last week, and we didn't have a lot of time to get a uniform from England."
The patch on the front says Miller, and Nixon quirks a brow. "Codename?"
"If I told you I'd have to kill you." She says, teeth white in the dark as she grins at him. Her expression morphs in a split second as they both hear approaching footsteps. "Down." She hisses, shoving at his shoulder until they're face down in the dirt.
Nixon feels like he's holding his breath the entire time, and they find themselves scooting closer to each other, whether for comfort or protection or-- he doesn't care, suddenly feeling responsible for the woman next to him, though he's sure she could kick his ass six ways to Sunday with one arm behind her back.
The footsteps fade, but it's enough to remind Nixon what they're up against. "We need to get to the objective." He murmurs, and she nods.
"Best idea you've had yet."
They walk for what feels like hours and end up back closer to the beach before they find other Americans. Raising their rifles above their heads in greeting, he's never been happier to see a tank in his life.
As morning crests, they're able to hitch a ride to the staging area for the 101st. As he hoists her up on to the tank next to him, he watches as she scans the beach near their back.
"You got someone out there?" He asks tentatively.
She meets his eyes. "No."
A lie.
He's been trained too. He gets the feeling she's not trying too hard to keep it from him, but he doesn't ask her to elaborate.
Digging a cigarette out of his breast pocket as they begin the trek inland, he wonders if he would have made it here alive if not for her. He offers her the pack, and laughs when she wrinkles her nose.
He's mildly fascinated at her facets. He's seen her change from a joking mood to near lethal in a split second, and he thinks that's what probably makes her so good at her job.
They watch in stunned silence at the wreckage of the small village they pass through on their way to the CP, and Nixon spots a familiar figure up ahead, something settling in his chest as he sees his friend alive and well.
He motions for the tank to slow.
“Going my way?”
Winters grins before tossing his rifle to Nixon, who gives first him a hand. If he notices he's sandwiched on the other side of a mysterious woman, he doesn't say anything. Lewis is almost giddy waiting for him to realize.
“Nice ride you got here, Nix.”
“Straight from Utah Beach,” he says. "Dick, meet Eileen. Eileen, Dick Winters. She's OSS."
To his credit, Dick doesn't double take, but he does sit up a little straighter. Nixon smirks.
"Nice to meet you, sir. I think we'll be working together."
They talk a bit, quietly, and Nixon is once again amazed at her ability to change her demeanor depending on who she's talking to. With Dick, she's a little quieter, her words more straightforward.
When they reach the CP, Dick hops down first, then Nixon, who holds out a hand for Eileen.
"I can manage," she says, pushing off the side of the tank. "Thanks, though." She mutters, meeting his eyes.
"I'm going to go see if I can figure out who's in charge," Dick says, and Nixon can already see the gears whirring in his friend's mind. "See you, Nix, Sanders."
"Sir." Eileen says, saluting against the her helmet. "Well, I suppose this is where we part ways."
"You know where you're going?"
"Going to follow him, I guess." She says, eyes following Dick's figure. "Go to the CP and figure out who I'm supposed to talk with."
"Be safe," Nixon blurts. "And listen-- thanks, for--" he gestures vaguely. "I'm glad you were here with me, is what I mean." He says finally, feeling awkward. "You probably kept me alive back there."
"It's nothing. But-- I'm glad I wasn't alone either. I'll be seeing you, Nixon."
He smiles. "Count on it, Sanders."
He watches her go and shakes his head. "You're a woman," he says to himself, not believing he really said that to her. "Losing your touch, Nix."
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Papa Louie Emery Headcanons (Amii’s PL pre-gen for Utah and Nevada)
(I love Amii’s OC so much and I’m so glad they asked me to write about them! I also got some ideas from @freezeriafan and I love their analyses too!)
@maznanangy @amii
-Emery Young-Freeman (she keeps Freeman just to rub it in her ex’s new wife’s face) is the 42 year old mother (if you can even call her that) of Nevada and Utah. She works as a bitchy office manager for Travel Trout above Ivy, who Emery keeps investigating because she is “very suspicious”. Emery has unfortunately re-emerged back into her kids’ life and now they dread existence. I feel like Emery lives in a small Tastyville house where she is a menace to her neighbors and the townspeople. Utah and Nevada go by the surname “Mahelona” from their paternal grandparents to both honor their heritage and cut off any connection to Emery.
-Emery grew up in an upper middle class family as the oldest of 2 kids. Her brother, Wayne Jewell (Wayne is also a county in Utah), is about 14 years younger and lives in Starlight City with his wife and their 4 sons. Their parents indulged in her difficult behavior and clearly favored her over Wayne, which was probably why she’s so messed up now. Okalani also used to babysit them, so she’s Nevada’s godmother. Emery was head cheerleader and Clark was a football player who was extremely smart. She basically just charmed him into doing all her assignments for her and they got married immediately after graduating. It was no secret to Clark or their daughters that she was cheating on him with multiple men and women as well as her abusing illegal substances. She even dragged Clark into it, and he was so ashamed after a while that he divorced her and made her go with him to Starlight City to get help. They both essentially abandoned their children and forced a then 16 year old Nevada to become the mother figure to Utah. Emery doesn’t really care about her kids at all and her reason for coming back was just to basically terrorize her ex husband who was trying to make up with them.
-She was totally a high school mean girl, not even a charming one like Regina George, she was more like Courtney from Jawbreaker or Marianne from Easy A. She’s also a complete Karen, always complaining, being a hypocrite, and a is a huge pessimist. She lies about the people around her, but is obviously terrible at it. The only redeeming quality about her is that she’s a hard worker and genuinely cares about the company, but that’s it, she’s not even nice or anything. She’s also stubborn, always staying or persisting with something that should be left alone (you probably don’t wanna get too involved with Ivy, I’ll just put that out there). Emery also might be going through a midlife crisis and likes to act like a teenager outside of work, often stealing clothes from her daughters or showing up unannounced to where they are.
-She, Quinn, and Sue used to be a polyamorous sort of relationship. Sue was only in on it because dates took stress off of her and Quinn just wanted a rebound because of her and Timm’s falling out. Quinn ended it after she proposed to Timm and they made up and Sue left because she met Mary. Despite this, Emery is pretty homophobic and claims it wasn’t even a relationship. She just sucks.
-Her friend group consists of Quinn, Sue, Mayor Mallow, Prudence’s mom, Vicki, Rico, and Rhonda. And by “friends”, I mean they tolerate her at best, except for Prudence’s mom because she’s just as awful.
-Emery isn’t a typical Karen, as she knows that vaccines work, the earth is round, and that wearing a mask is a good health decision. But Facebook Karens who run MLM schemes and give their children essential oils are the only people who tolerate her, so she likes to pretend in order to keep her friends. Emery also despises Minion memes, but will occasionally tag Utah,Nevada, Clark, and Ari in them to piss them off. Her PTA mom personality type would be Carol.
-She is one of only 3 people who have been banned from every single one of Papa’s restaurants, the other two being Guy Mortadello and Radley Madish. Utah at the Pastaria and Timm from the Bakeria banned her because she’s a jerk, but she was banned from the other places for verbally abusing the staff on a constant basis. She mainly just gets her miscellaneous boyfriends and girlfriends to get her stuff from there. She also likes to crash workplace meetings at Papa’s house just to rub it in Timm’s face that she used to bang his wife.
-She likes to eat tropical fruits and seafood. Her favorite food would be shrimp tacos with mango salsa and her favorite drink is a Hurricane (typing the word Hurricane as a Floridian makes me shudder). Emery also like coconut shrimp and sometimes sends some to her family, who just give it to other people because they don’t care.
-Alberto and Gremmie are Utah’s best friends and so they absolutely hate Emery. Gremmie plays all sorts of pranks on her and Alberto likes to hit her soccer balls on “accident”. But that’s nothing compared to Cameo, hoo boy does he not like her. He’s physically attacked her before because his love for Nevada is that strong, but it’s like she’s made of steel and always ends up whooping his ass after. Okalani, Kahuna, and Gremmie’s dad are extremely passive aggressive towards her too. Chuck is the only one out of all of them that will probably kill her both provoked and unprovoked.
-She is banned from every holiday and celebration that the Calypso Fam holds. It’s like Clark, Nevada, and Utah can sense her from miles away and they just automatically know not to answer the door. If she comes in, they just say “get the hell out of here, Emery”.
-She talks loud on the phone when she’s in line, and the conversations are usually not suitable to have in public. You can also hear music coming out of her headphones and she snaps at you if you bring it to her attention. She also has no phone case or pop socket, it’s just a phone. A plain, bare phone.
-She knows Ivy’s secret regarding the strange existences of Hacky Zak, CJ Friskins, Sweetheart, and potentially others. Ivy knows that Emery’s been too nosy, but she’s okay with it because nobody likes Emery and don’t listen to her anyways. What is the secret, you ask? Maybe in a future Ivy headcanons post will the truth be known...
-She named her kids after old states because the only class she was good at (besides PE) was geography. Why she never chose a name like Arizona or Florida for Utah we’ll never know, she was probably just being extra petty.
-Chuck has shot her with the pineapple gun before. Pineapple hurts. Not even the cold steel of Emery could deflect it. These are facts.
-Totally orders the most awful combinations of food and gets pissed off when it doesn’t taste good. Then she calls and complains about it and demands free stuff.
#papa louie#flipline studios#flipline#my headcanons#also amii and freezeriafan’s headcanons too#emery#pre-gens#emery freaking sucks#poor Utah and nevada#anyways stan Nevada#I’m stuck with so many play rehearsals#and my ankle is still fractured as heck
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Falling in Temptation
Previous chapters • Sequel to Stars Dance • Fairy Tale Memoirs (Companion story)
Ch. 28: The Wedding of a Lifetime
Fandom: Doctor Who // Pairing: 11th Doctor x OFC
Chapter summary: Time is ripping apart until the Doctor dies at Lake Silencio but before he can make it happen, he has to make the Ponds understand, including one determined Avalon and her mother.
Taglist: @ocfairygodmother @anotherunreadblog @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @perfectlystiles
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The Doctor, the Reynolds sisters, the Ponds, and River had a picnic set up near a silent lake in Utah. They had toasted and ate together, spending a nice afternoon. Everything was going fine, according to plan...and then the astronaut appeared in the middle of the lake.
"Oh, my God!" River had jumped up to her feet, prompting the others to do the same.
"What's going on?" Avalon looked around, feeling like it was some sort of trap. But that couldn't be right, the Doctor was the one who sent the letters. He'd never bring them into a trap!
"You all need to stay back. Whatever happens now, you do not interfere," the Doctor instructed them all as he stood up."Clear?"
Avalon opened her mouth to refuse but she saw the same silhouette she'd seen moments ago up at the dunes again. "Woah..." she blinked, "I...remember that, now. I-I think I've seen it before..." It looked like a creature but she wasn't entirely sure. The sun kept blocking it.
The Doctor tore her gaze away from the figure, not even bothering to look at it himself. As long as he did what they wanted, Avalon would leave the lake unharmed. "Ava, you listen to me right now," he set his hands on her arms, "You have to be careful, okay? You should..." he swallowed hard, struggling to say his words, "...you should stay away from me." Because the truth was, if she hadn't gotten all tangled up with him, she would've never been taken at Demons Run. That was their sad truth.
But of course Avalon wouldn't understand that, whether she was from the past or the future she would never agree with him.
"What?" she blinked, surprised at his urgency that had come out of nowhere. "Why would I do that?"
"Because it's the best thing you could've done," he whispered with genuine regret. He'd been too weak to stay away from her. He knew the consequences and yet he'd still fallen in temptation. "If I could change one thing it's this...you..." He gave her one last look before kissing her forehead and walked for the astronaut.
The Doctor walked a bit slowly but steadily towards the lake. He literally could not be late for this. He came face to face with the astronaut and solemnly stared at its visor. "Hello. It's OK, I know it's you," he spoke quietly, watching the visor finally raise up. "I know the choices that brought you here...I figured it out."
With the visor gone he could now see the young River Song inside. He'd worked it out a long time ago. It would always either be River or Avalon in the suit but how would Kovarian choose? She wouldn't. Her choosing would take the fun out of the whole thing. Making them choose would be the better option. It was why Avalon had her memories wiped and returned to them in Berlin. Doing that secured the secret identity of the astronaut and leave River to commit the crime.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, they made me," River was in tears, completely frantic and panicked. "They had an older Avalon and...they gave me a choice." She swallowed hard, still getting flashes of the last moments she saw Avalon and Oliver. It would take a long time for her to get over it. "Either I got into the suit...or she did. They killed her father in front of her," River scrunched her face as new tears fell down her face. The Doctor's eyes widened with genuine shock. The mystery of Oliver Reynolds' death had been solved. "If I don't do this they'll kill Avalon on sight," River's voice broke as she tried to look around from her helmet, "The Silence is here, watching her and me. I've been warned not to do anything, or they'll kill her."
"It's okay," the Doctor tried to make her see he was being honest, "I love her, and if it takes me dying to keep her safe, alive and free, then so be it."
"Please, just RUN!" River begged, "I can't stop it. The suit's in control."
"You're not supposed to. This has to happen."
"Please, just listen, just run!"
"I did run," the Doctor nodded, "Sacrificed a life with a very important woman for that. And look where I am now? Here."
"I don't want to be a murder," River nearly broke down, "My own daughter is going to hate me. Run."
"It's OK, she'll forgive you," the Doctor sighed.
"No! She won't! Her father's dead because of me and now you will be too!"
"But they erased her memory, you can tell her what happened. How you took the place they were going to force upon her," the Doctor insisted, "Tell her it was inevitable: this is where I die. This is a fixed point, this must happen, this always happens. Don't worry...you won't even remember this. Look over there," he turned very slightly at the others who were staring at them.
"That's me," River said in horror, "How can I be there?"
"That's you from the future. Serving time for a murder you probably can't remember. My murder."
"Why would you do that? Make me watch?"
"So that you know this is inevitable. And you are forgiven," the Doctor looked back at her, "Always and completely forgiven."
River struggled as her arm raised on its own. "Please, just go! Take my daughter and run!"
"I can't," the Doctor shook his head.
"Time can be rewritten."
"Don't you dare. Goodbye, River," the Doctor shut his eyes to wait for the end. There were five gunshots that made him jerk but he quickly realized that no part of him had been injured. He cracked open one eye and found River smirking at him.
"No one tells me what to do," she informed the very words her daughter would one day say as well.
"What have you done!?" the Doctor asked in terror, now fearing the consequences.
"Well... I think I just drained my weapon systems," River shrugged and became urgent, "Now take Avalon and get the hell out of here!"
"But this is fixed. This is a fixed point in time!"
"Fixed points can be rewritten..."
"No, they can't, of course they can't, who told you?!" but the Doctor never received an answer as a flash of light changed the course of time.
~ 0 ~
While the Doctor had relayed the events of his death to Winston Churchill, they'd somehow moved rooms without even noticing. That would not be strange if it wasn't for the fact that the Doctor was supposed to be an imprisoned soothsayer, even completing the role with the tattered clothes and the beard and longer hair. But as he kept telling the story, he found he'd acquired a pike from somewhere while Winston had taken out his own weapon, a gun.
"Gunsmoke. That's gunsmoke!" Winston had gotten the scent and looked at his gun in horror, "I appear to have fired this."
"We seem to be defending ourselves," the Doctor realized and was now more alarmed since the room they were in seemed completely empty.
"I don't understand..."
"The creatures that lead the Silence. Remarkable beings...they're memory-proof," the Doctor started to slowly backtrack out of the room with Winston.
"But what does that mean?" the man asked with utter confusion.
"You can't remember them. The moment you look away, you forget they were ever there..." the Doctor noticed a black tally mark on his left wrist, "Don't panic. In small numbers, they're not too difficult. Of course that was before he saw his right arm covered in the tally marks. He slowly turned his head up, making Winston do the same, and saw a swarm of Silence on the ceiling like bats, all looking down at them.
The Doctor stiffened as he heard a beeping noise coming behind them, followed by the noise of something dropping to the floor. He turned and saw a small black device, "Go!" he shouted and jumped out of the way with Winston as the device spewed out smoke then exploded.
"Go! Go!" went the voice of a soldier as an entire group of them burst into the room, "Keep the Silents in sight at all times, keep your eye drives active."
A woman dressed in a black suit walked into the room, casual as ever. She seemed to be coming directly for the Doctor. He squinted through the smoke to get a better look at her but there was simply too much smoke around.
"Who are you? Identify yourself!" Winston called with his gun already aimed at the figure.
"Lena Emilia Reynolds," the brunette woman flashed a smile as she stepped in front of the two men, "Put the gun down, you can hurt someone with that."
"Baby sister!" the Doctor exclaimed and pushed the gun down, "She's on our side, it's OK."
"There we go," Lena watched the gun be put down entirely before she whipped out her own.
The Doctor had noticed she was wearing one of the Silence eye-patches over her eye, "No! Lena, why are you wearing that?"
"Hush now," Lena said then fired her gun at the Doctor, knocking him out cold next.
~ 0 ~
Upon the Orient Express train, the Doctor woke up on a couch inside an office. He looked around and only heard the sounds of a radio broadcasting, "The Government has again apologized for extensive radio interference caused by solar flare and sunspot activity."
Once he was more lucid, he noticed Amy standing at the doorway of the room, making him spring back to life. "Amy!"
"Those stun guns aren't fun, I'm sorry. I told Lena it was best to avoid a long conversation," Amy walked further into the room, "You need to get up though, we'll be in Cairo shortly."
"Amy Pond!" the Doctor said in panic, "Amelia Pond from Leadworth, please, listen to me. I know it seems impossible, but you know me. In another version of reality you and I were best friends. We traveled together, we had adventures. Amelia Pond! You grew up with a time rift in the wall of your bedroom. You can often see what others can't, you can remember things that never happened - well, most of the time!" He picked up the first thing near his hand which happened to be a crafted miniaturized TARDIS. "And if you try, if you really, really try, you'll be able to..." And then he realized what he was holding, "Oh...oh!" He started taking notice of the many drawings pinned up on the wall, as well as clearly written stories on paper, "...oh." His voice dimmed a bit as he recognized the perfect, cursive writing.
"You look rubbish," Amy knew what had stopped his excitement from coming on.
"...you look wonderful," the Doctor set down the TARDIS without looking at her.
"So do you," Amy picked up a hanger which held the Doctor's usual attire.
The Doctor smiled slightly at that and took it from her, "Geronimo," he whispered.
~ 0 ~
A couple minutes later the Doctor was fully changed and shaved, though there was still the matter of a proper haircut left, "OK, you can turn round now. How do I look?"
Amy turned from her desk and rolled her eyes, "Cool."
"Really?"
"No."
The Doctor sighed and walked around the room, "Cool office though. Why do you have an office?! Are you a special agent boss lady? Not sure about the eye patch.
"It's not an eye patch," Amy shook her head, "Time's gone wrong. Some of us noticed. There's a whole team of us working on it... You'll see."
"And you've got an office on a train, that is so cool," the Doctor beamed, "Can I have an office? Never had an office before! Or a train. Or a train slash office."
Amy laughed and went over to hug him, "God, I've missed you!"
"OK, hugging and missing now," the Doctor pulled away and glanced back at the doorway, "Where is...everyone?"
"You mean Lena, Avalon, and Rory," Amy recited like she'd memorized the names with struggle, "Baby sister," she pointed at the Time Lord, "Granddaughter, and my husband," she ran back to her desk and picked up a sketch, "This is Rory, right?" She held the sketch to him that was really more like a stick figure. "I've no idea, I can't find him. I love him very much, don't I?"
The Doctor took the sketch from her and studied it, "Apparently."
"I have to keep doing this. I have to keep writing and drawing things," Amy put a hand on her head, "I mean, Lena I see and I know who Avalon is, but Rory? I can't remember him cos I don't know him..." she leaned against her desk and sighed.
"It's not your fault, time's gone wrong," the Doctor moved over to sit beside her, "Do you remember why?"
"The lakeside."
"Lake Silencio, Utah. I died."
"But then you didn't," Amy pointed, "I remember it twice, different ways."
"Two different versions of the same event, both happening in the same moment. Time split wide open. Now look at it," the Doctor pointed out the window, "All of history happening at once."
"Does it matter?" Amy raised an eyebrow, "I mean can't we just stay like this?"
"Time isn't just frozen. It's disintegrating. It will spread and spread and all of reality will simply fall apart."
There was a knock on the door and a soldier, Rory, leaned in, "Ma'am, we're about to arrive. Eye drives need to be activated as soon as we disembark."
Lena came in behind him, "And they say there's been alterations just with his closeness," she nodded to the Doctor, a bit confused by the smiling man. He kept smiling at her even though she hadn't done anything.
"Thank you," Amy said to them both.
"Hello," the Doctor waved at them.
Rory and Lena looked at each other, both questioning why the man was so happy in a situation like this. Still, Lena didn't want to be rude and gave a response, "Hello, nice to meet you," she even smiled and headed out of the room with Rory.
"It's weird," Amy remarked when the two were gone, "I know who Lena is, Avalon knows who she is, River knows who she is...but Lena doesn't know. It kills Avalon but she doesn't want to make things worse by giving Lena this whole backstory that might freak her out." She glanced at the Doctor since he'd given no response to that. Every time she mentioned her granddaughter's name, he got silent and...quite sad. "Why are you older? If time isn't really passing, then how can you be ageing?"
"Time's still passing for me. Every explosion has an epicenter. I'm it... I'm what's wrong."
"What's wrong with you?"
"I'm still alive," the Doctor sighed in resignation. Two hundred years might just be going down the drain if he didn't get things fixed asap.
~0 ~
Rory was leading Amy and the Doctor towards a room where they apparently had trapped Silents in. However, there was a bit of reluctance to keep going from Rory due to the Doctor's eye drive still not being used. The Time Lord was studying the eye drive in his palm with disgust.
"You have to put it on, sir," Rory said for the last time as they walked down a staircase.
"An eye patch. What for?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow.
"It's not an eye patch," Amy wondered if she'd have to force the eye drive on the man at this point.
"It's an eye drive, sir," Rory went on to explain, "It communicates directly with the memory centres of the brain, acts as external storage."
"Only thing that works on them. Because no living mind can remember these things," Amy reminded, "So please, just put it on. We're about to enter."
They entered the room bathed in a blue glow to find Avalon inside, staring at the chambers that held the Silents prisoners. She didn't notice them as she was too busy studying them.
"You're looking at me, you're always looking at me," she whispered and placed a hand on the glass of one chamber, "I don't understand..."
"Avalon, get away from there!" Amy yelled as soon as they'd entered the room.
Startled, Avalon turned from the chambers to face the group, "I was only looking..." She said as her defense, a lazy thumb pointed at the chambers.
"And touching," Rory stalked up to her and pulled her away from the chambers, "There are strict orders for you—"
"Shut up," she pointed then looked past him to Amy and the Doctor, her change of attitude evident once her eyes settled on the Doctor.
The Doctor had no idea what to expect from her. Like Amy, Avalon remembered the events happening in two different ways. She was more aware than them, actually, and if she remembered what happened before Kovarian sent her to Berlin, she could be a ticking time bomb of feelings.
Avalon said nothing to him for a few seconds but suddenly she was running towards him. He barely had time to open his arms to catch her when she threw herself on him. Her arms wrapped tightly around his for fear that he would slip away from her again. "You're still here," she eventually looked up at him with a big smile on her face.
"Yes, well, you can't really plan around River Song," the Doctor muttered, but he still gave her a smile. How could he not smile at her?
"Um, ma'am," Rory called to Amy suddenly, his gaze intently watching the Silence. "They're looking at him."
At his words, the Doctor and Avalon shifted to see the creatures moving just to watch him.
"It would appear so," the Doctor agreed. His arm around Avalon gripped her waist tighter. "What are the tanks for?"
"They can draw electricity from anything, it's how they attack. The fluid insulates them," Rory explained and turned around for the other chambers to see the creatures also staring at the Doctor, "And I don't like the way they're looking at you."
"Me neither..."
"Ma'am, I'm sure it's nothing, but I should check it out. They haven't been this active in a while," Rory said to Amy then called to the soldiers by the stairs, "You two, upstairs, check all the tank seals. Then the floors above, get everyone checking."
"Sir!" the soldiers filed out of the room.
"You go ahead, Ma'am," Rory looked at Amy, "And Avalon, for the love of God, don't touch the tanks."
Avalon rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah," she waved him off.
"Do you remember him?" the Doctor had to ask her in a whisper as Amy spoke to Rory.
"He's my best friend but Amy doesn't know him," Avalon nodded. "I know Lena's here too...but you know who I can't find? Apart from my uncle Ryland and Gavin? The Sapling. I know that we...we gave him life…" She said awkwardly, blushing afterwards. "But he's not here."
"He might not exist, Ava," the Doctor said with a quiet sigh. "Not everyone's made it to this reality and even if they did, some of them are disappearing, disintegrating."
"We're going to fix it though," Avalon assured him. She curled an arm around his neck and played with his longer hair at the nape of his neck. "I like this new do."
"Yeah?" The Doctor tilted his head slightly. Suddenly they weren't in the middle of a disintegrating reality, they were just spending time together.
"Mhm, there's definitely more pull," Avalon's smirk widened as soon as he stammered. "C'mon," she took his hand and called for Amy to join them. However, before they could enter, the Doctor pulled back for a moment, claiming there was something he had 'check on'. Avalon could see through his lie but he kept looking back where Rory had walked through so she let it be.
Amy lifted her jacket's lapel and spoke into her comm. "We're in. He's on his way. Be on red alert."
A short moment later, the Doctor was back and they were heading into the main chamber of Area 51: a pyramid. Time was so wrong.
The room was filled with high tech machinery. It was a sophisticated laboratory with many scientists working at every post. Upon entering, they overheard one of the scientists, a woman named Kent, informing a woman whose back was to the trio, "You were right. Just his presence in the building caused the loop to extend by nearly four chronons."
The Doctor spotted the bushy, curly haired woman the scientist was speaking to. He glowered. "River Song, what a mess you have made!" He had more to say but everything stopped when River turned around and he saw how pregnant she was. The astronaut suit was big for a reason and now they knew why. "You're…"
"Pregnant?" River rested a hand on her stomach, "Yes, I've noticed. Quite frankly, I'm surprised you did too. I've heard stories." She stepped aside to reveal Kovarian bound to a chair behind.
"The death of time. The end of time. The end of us all," Kovarian swayed her head tiredly, "Oh, why couldn't you just die?"
"Did my best, dear. I showed up," the Doctor said with a deep glower marking his face. He had felt Avalon's hand flinch in his the moment they saw Kovarian. She remembered her time with the woman too.
"You're a fool," spat Kovarian. "All of you are. None of you can see that what I'm doing is for the better of the universe. I'm from the future, if you've all forgotten. I know what happens to all of you."
The Doctor scowled at the woman. "Be quiet," he ordered. He was already going to die so she didn't have to bring in any more of his friends.
"But I do," she smirked. "Your friends will die, Doctor—"
"I said quiet!" the Doctor's voice was hard enough to make Avalon flinch beside him.
"—and you'll meet the girl I tried my best to stop you from reaching—"
"STOP!" the Doctor's command made no effect.
"—and then your precious littlest Pond will die in the fields of Trenzalore—"
"What the hell is that?" Avalon tried her best to sound brave but the truth is that she was scared out of her mind. "I'm going to d—"
The Doctor let go of her hand to stalk up to Kovarian. "I SAID SHUT UP!" he yelled in her face, now utterly furious. He had no idea what she was talking about and he doubted that it was true. It was utter nonsense!
"Doctor!" Amy called to him.
He turned around to see Avalon's widened, teary eyes. Immediately, he let Kovarian slip his mind. "Ava, hey..." he hurried back to her and wrapped her up in a hug.
Meanwhile, Kovarian smirked at everyone who dared look at her. She had said her peace and now they would wallow in the truth.
"You're going to be okay," the Doctor promised Avalon and set a kiss on her head.
"You mean because you're going to die?" she looked up at him.
He didn't want to answer that and start a whole new round of arguing. Instead, he answered with a different subject in mind. ""Love what you've done with the pyramids. How did you swing all this?"
"Hallucinogenic lipstick," River shrugged and glanced at Avalon, "Apparently, it worked wonders on President Kennedy."
"Excuse me?" it was the Doctor's turn to glare at Avalon.
"Oh shut up, she said I couldn't do it so I had to do it," Avalon rolled her eyes. River stared at her with pursed lips. "Stop looking at me," Avalon snapped and avoided her mother's gaze at all costs.
"Ah, so you remember…" the Doctor looked between the two, his eyes lowering to River's stomach, Avalon doing the same.
"It's plain weird what that is," she said quietly before meeting River's gaze. "And she is not my mother."
"Avalon, I've tried explaining everything but you won't let me," River sighed. She had lost count how many times she tried having the conversation with her.
"And yet you don't seem to take the hint!" Avalon snapped. "The only reason I am working with you is because of him!" She nodded her head at the Doctor.
"Ava," he tried to calm her down but she yanked her hand out of his when she realized it.
"No! This is one thing you can't fix, Fairy Tale Man! I don't want her! Soon as I'm…" She looked at River's stomach again, "...born, she's going to abandon me."
"I would never," River found it hard not to snap. She was the mother, she had to control herself and make Avalon see the truth. "That's why I'm doing all of this."
"River, as much as I sympathize with you right now...we can't let this continue," the Doctor said. "Reality is fatally compromised. Tell me you understand that."
"I do," River nodded and moved around the room like it was a casual Friday.
"I am alive and because of that time is dying," the Doctor reiterated, annoyed his words were flying in through one of her ears and coming out the other, "Because of you, River."
"Because I refused to kill you and set in motion my daughter's history?"
"I'm sorry but it has to be done!" The Doctor glared at River and the moment Amy say it, she shouted for the soldiers.
"Get him!"
The soldiers ran through the room just as the Doctor reached out for River. They pulled him away from her.
"I'm not a fool, sweetie. I know what happens if we touch," River said. The Doctor mocked a smile then lunged at the woman, managing to grab her wrist that time, "Get off me, get him off me!" She cried.
Avalon dashed to help and tried prying the Doctor off her, "You have to let her go!"
Across the room Kent checked the monitor that held the time, "It's moving. Time's moving!" she called
"Get him off me!" River hollered.
"I'm sorry, River, it's the only way!" the Doctor held onto her tightly and for a brief moment they were back at Lake Silencio.
"Enough!" Avalon gave the final cry as the Doctor was pulled away from them by some soldiers, "We need to restrain him," she resolved and looked at River who nodded in agreement.
"Cuff him," River ordered.
"Oh, why do you always have handcuffs?" the Doctor whined as his hands were pulled behind him to be cuffed, "It's the only way. We're the opposite poles of the disruption. If we touch, we short out the differential, time can begin."
"And I'll be by a lakeside, killing you," River nodded, "While I'm pregnant with..." her eyes flickered to Avalon.
"Shut up," Avalon ordered and looked away.
"And time won't fall apart. Reality will continue," the Doctor added, "There isn't another way."
"I didn't say there was," River sadly said, "But right here, right now, you're alive and so is she. Maybe this is not that bad?"
"It's very bad," the Doctor corrected but side-glanced Avalon with a soft smile. "I would love to spend my life with you but Time will literally run out on us. It's not possible."
Avalon tilted her head at him, smiling so lovingly at him like no one else had. "Let's go then."
The Doctor laughed lightly. "Where to?"
Avalon remembered this conversation perfectly from their first date. "Neverland." Her heart even fluttered the same way it had on that day.
Avalon hummed while she thought about such an outrageous place that even he couldn't make it happen. "I got it. Can you take me to, I don't know, Neverland?" That had to be impossible for him to reach.
"I'd make it so," the Doctor gently tugged Avalon to him, smiling at her soft laughter. "I would!"
It seemed like the Doctor remembered as well because he looked at her with a softened face. "I'd make it so," he whispered. Avalon felt the tears welling in her eyes.
Amy flinched when something cold hit her face. She realized it was a drop of water. "Doctor...what's that?" She made everyone look up to the ceiling. More water was dripping down.
"The pyramid above us. How many Silents do you have trapped inside it?" The Doctor swallowed hard once he realized what was happening.
"None," Kovarian answered the question, getting everyone's attention, "They're not trapped, they never have been. They've been waiting for this, Doctor... For you."
At that moment, Rory and Lena burst in from the doors. "They're out! All of them!" Lena shouted in terror.
Quickly, Rory and some other soldiers placed a thick plank of wood across the doors to bar them from the Silence.
"Lena, over here!" Avalon immediately ushered her sister to her side.
Rory rushed to Amy. "Ma'am, my men out there, should be able to lock this down, we have them outnumbered."
"And you're wearing eye drives based on mine, I think," Kovarian once again grabbed everyone's attention. She was smirking far too widely for their taste. "Oops!"
"What do you mean?" the Doctor inquired, equally confused as the others.
As if to answer on cue, Kent started screaming as her eye drive electrified her. She soon collapsed on the floor. Amy ran towards her body and dropped beside her to check her vitals. "She's dead," Amy looked up in horror, also catching Rory having to remove a soldier's eye drive for the same reasons.
Then the Doctor started feeling his own eye drive shock him, "Eye pads off, now, remove them!"
Avalon made sure Lena had hers off then rushed to help the Doctor take his off. "No, no, yours!" He told her, flapping his bound wrists in front of her. With a groan, she ripped her eye drive off her first then his.
"The Silence would never allow an advantage, without taking one themselves. The effects will vary from person to person... either death or debilitating agony. But they will take you all, one by one..." Kovarian's laugh was short lived when her own her eye drive started buzzing with electricity. "What are you doing? No, it's me…" She flinched in her chair each time she was shocked. "Don't be stupid, you need me. Stop it, stop that!"
"We could stop this right now, you and I," the Doctor called to River, dead serious. This was getting even more dangerous and he didn't think it was possible since Time was dying.
"Get it off me!" Kovarian cried in agony.
"Amy, tell her!" the Doctor insisted since River was keeping quiet.
"We've been working on something," Avalon spoke up instead. "The only reason i'm in the same room as River is because of this. Please, just let us show you."
"That's my point. There's nothing you can do. My time is up," the Doctor said in frustration.
"Shut up and listen, will you?" Avalon snapped, "We're doing this for you!"
"Then people are dying for me. I won't thank you for that, Ava," the Doctor snapped back.
"We'll there's a lot of things I can't thank you for either," Avalon countered, "And yet here I am. So you're gonna follow River and listen, got it?"
"Just let us show you, please," River pleaded with a low voice, still hopeful everything could turn out fine.
Amy turned to Lena, "How long do we have?"
"At most I'd say a couple of minutes," the brunette breathed then jumped as the door rattled the door from the other side, "Or less, definitely less..."
"That's enough. We're going to the Receptor Room right at the top of the pyramid," River said determinedly, "I hope you're ready for a climb."
"I could say the same thing for you," the Doctor gestured to her current state.
River rolled her eyes, "I'll manage. Avalon, let's go," she ordered and startled the ginger, also prompting a confused face, "You didn't think I was gonna let you stay here. Absolutely not, let's go."
"Fine," Avalon huffed. "But only because of the circumstances. "But Lena comes with me too." There was no way in hell she would let her sister stay back with killer Silents.
"What?" Lena blinked in confusion.
"Shut up and say okay," Avalon nudged her, soon receiving the answer she'd ordered for.
And so, River led the way for them out of the room.
"I'll wait down here, Ma'am. Buy you as much time as I can," Rory's decision kept Amy from following the others.
She turned around and saw the eye drive still on him. "You have to take your eye drive off."
"Can't do that, Ma'am. Might forget what's coming."
"But it could activate any second!"
"It has activated, Ma'am!" It was then that Amy noticed he was fiercely balling his fist on his side. He was fighting off the electricity when it was so close to killing him. "But I'm of no use to you if I can't remember. You have to go now, Ma'am."
Amy looked at him with a firm nod. "Yes."
"Now!"
"Yes, thank you, Captain Williams." Amy turned around and marched out of the room.
Rory fought the electrical pain surging through his body and turned to face the incoming Silence breaking through the door. He aimed his gun at them just as they broke in.
"Rory Williams, the man who dies and dies again," the three creatures chorused together. "Die one last time and know she will never come back for you."
Amy had a thing to say about as she marched back into the room with a machine gun and fired at all of them. She let the gun drop to the ground then helped Rory stand up since he'd fallen through the chaos. "Come on, you. Up you get. You all right?" She pulled the eye drive off him before he could answer. He breathed out in relief when he felt the electricity fade away.
"Amy, help me!" Kovarian called from her chair. Her eye drive was hanging off her face but was otherwise still attached to her skin.
Amy balled her own fists when she turned to the woman. She didn't have all the memories but she knew enough to know what that woman had done to her family. "You took my baby from me and hurt her. And now she's all grown up and she's fine, but I'll never see my baby again. And then you went ahead and you stole her daughter, my granddaughter…" She stormed up to the woman and bent down in front of her. "She was traumatized because of you."
"But you'll still save me, though. Because he would, and you'd never do anything to disappoint your precious Doctor," Kovarian truly played her last card. Amy shook her head, making her last ounce of hope fade.
"The Doctor once said he'd kill any Silence he ever came across with because of what they did to us...I wholeheartedly agree," Amy put the eyedrive back on Kovarian's eye. "River Song didn't get it all from you, sweetie." She got up and left Kovarian screaming in her chair. She took Rory by the arm and glanced at him. "So, you and me, we should get a drink some time."
Rory was surprised with the switch of moments but he would be damned if he ruined it. "Okay…"
"...and married."
"Fine." He was very okay with that.
~ 0 ~
The group arrived at the top of the pyramid where the Doctor immediately was drawn to a whirring machine at the center. It was the only thing there and it was mighty alive, meaning it was doing something. "What's this?" He circled it. "Oh, it's a timey-wimey distress beacon. Who built this?"
"I'm the child of the TARDIS, I understand the physics," River explained.
"Yes, but that's all you've got — a distress beacon!"
"But that's all we need," Lena spoke up, still sounding meek as was her usual tone. "I mean...that's what they say." She looked over to Avalon, for some reason always drawn to her whenever things got challenging.
"We've been sending out a message, a distress call," River began, "Outside the bubble of our time, the universe is still turning, and I've sent a message everywhere, to the future and the past, the beginning and the end of everything. "The Doctor is dying, please, please help".
"River, River, this is ridiculous. That would mean nothing to anyone, it's insane," the Doctor shook his head, "Worse, it's stupid! You embarrass me."
"Hey!" Avalon snapped at him. "We're trying to help, trying to keep you from dying! Be thankful! Some of us don't want you to die, dammit. You know those reports of the sunspots and the solar flares?" She went around the beacon until she came face to face with him. "They're wrong, there aren't any. It's not the sun, it's you. The sky is full of a million, million voices, saying 'yes, of course we'll help'." Tears were quick to fill her eyes. She cupped his face and managed to chuckle. "My Fairy Tale Man was very busy even before he met us. You've touched so many lives, saved so many people. All you had to do was let somebody help you. You just had to ask. You're not alone. I don't know what your life was like before us but the moment you crashed in Amy's backyard you stopped being alone. We are your family and family does not let each other die."
"Avalon…" The Doctor pried her hands off his face.
"No, you need to listen to us. You've decided that the universe is better off without you, but the universe doesn't agree. I don't agree..."
"I'm sorry Ava. I'm really sorry," the Doctor sighed and looked at River, "But she and I are ground zero of an explosion that will engulf all reality. Billions on billions will suffer and die. That will include my Ava, our Ava..."
"Not hers," Avalon muttered under her breath.
"Yes, hers. And theirs," the Doctor nodded towards Amy and Rory, the latter immediately glancing at Amy for it.
"In another reality, we got married and had a kid. That's her," Amy pointed to River then moved it over to Avalon. "And that's her kid, our granddaughter. Oh—" she side glanced Lena, —and you're her sister. Well, cousin, but sister."
"Stop all this!" River exclaimed, looking directly at the Doctor. "You think I'm being selfish, and perhaps I am, but don't I have a right? They killed my daughter's father in front of me, in front of her, and if I let time start again then I will end up losing her altogether. I don't want to give up my time with my daughter. I want to see her say her first word, I want to see her take her first steps. I want to see her grow up with me," she pointed at herself, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. "I am her mother, and I deserve to see her get ready for her first day of school, her graduation. I deserve to see her dressed in white for her wedding. I don't want to get postcards in jail, no letters. Don't you see?"
Avalon brought her hands to her face when she felt water on her cheeks. When did she start crying? She didn't want to cry, she didn't want to. River reached for one of her hands and she was able to pull Avalon slightly towards her without being rejected.
"I would never abandon you. I love you, whether you're out here...or in here," she gestured to her stomach. "You think that I don't care but that's not true. Maybe I am selfish but I don't care what I have to do to make sure that you're okay, that your safe."
"River," the Doctor hated to cut into their moment, but he had to. The truth was right in front of her and she blinding herself to avoid seeing it. "She's not safe right now. None of us. You know that it's too late, don't you?"
Avalon glanced at him with a puzzled look. "What are you talking about?"
The Doctor heavily sighed. "Ava, you grew up with your uncle and aunt. You grew up with your cousins Lena and Gavin as your siblings. I'm so sorry but this has already happened. River, you've already done it. This is a fixed point."
Avalon felt River's grip on her hand loosen. When she looked at the woman, River was shaking her head. "No, no, I can fix it. I can change it."
"Don't you see? You can't," the Doctor said sadly. "If you change her past, she doesn't do half the things that will inevitably bring you to creation. Ryland would never come to live on Earth, I don't meet any Reynolds and they don't help me out in our travels. You will cease to exist, River, and so will she."
"But that's terrible!" River snapped, barely stifling her sobs. "I don't want that!"
"I know…"
"And I don't want to kill you either!"
"I know. I'm sorry," the Doctor honestly apologized to her. This was all his fault. She wouldn't have to give up her daughter if she didn't have to 'kill' him, "I've ruined Melody Pond's life with her parents and now I'll mess up Avalon's chance with her mother…"
Avalon looked between him and River. Her heart was breaking but she could honestly say that it could not be more than either of theirs. She was the middle ground they could all agree on and yet she was also making it worse for everyone. Her existence made everything more complicated and yet she continued making everything more difficult with her behavior.
"I'm sorry," she said to both of them. She withdrew her hand from River and swallowed hard when she was able to look at them again. "You're both locked in this fight because you can't decide about me."
"No, Avalon—"
"River, I'm sorry you were put into this situation in the first place. No one should have to ever go through what you have...and Doctor, I'm sorry for not listening. I did my best to help you but...there is no helping, is there?"
The Doctor shook his head. "Not this time, Ava."
"We have to fix Time," Avalon shuddered a breath when she said it. "Not for me but for everyone else. For everyone who tangled up in this...Pond mess." She cracked the tiniest of smiles that surprised River.
"Avalon, you don't—"
"I don't know what a parent does," Avalon cut River off, "And I've been ignoring what everyone's been saying. I'm sorry." Her eyes wandered to River's stomach. "It's just so weird...I'm here, but I'm also...there…"
"I want us to stay together…" River had lost her fighting voice. She was disgusted with herself for letting things happen the way they already had. She walked up to the Doctor, tears in her eyes, and looked up at him. "The choice has already been made, hasn't it?"
"A long time ago, I'm afraid," he nodded. "But I've got one thing left to say."
"Yeah, what is it?"
"Look in my eyes and know that she will be safe."
"But—"
"Just do it, please."
River reluctantly agreed. The others watched them, cautious as they expected the Doctor to seize her hand and restart time again, but nothing of the sort happened.
"I'm confused," Lena whispered to Amy and Rory.
This time, Amy agreed. "Mhm."
River stepped away from the Doctor, sighing heavily. "I'm not going to see her grow up," she whispered with a quiet sniffle to follow. If that's the choice she had to keep her safe then...so be it, but there was one other thing that she could do for Avalon right now. "Show her that you won't leave her."
"What?" The Doctor didn't quite catch it the first time.
"She thought I abandoned her and she thought you left her too. I want that to stop. That is my condition. I want my daughter to know that she was loved."
"River, you can stop," Avalon called to her. "I-I get it, alright? It's hard, but...I guess I do." She would just need loads of time to process it.
"No, you listen to me," River snapped her fingers at the Doctor for him to listen, " You do this...not for me, but for her. Show her that she's not forgotten."
The epilogue. Or prologue, if he was being just a tad hopeful. He met Avalon's puzzled face and couldn't fathom being apart from her any longer. He would have to, if he wanted things to turn alright for her. "Princess," he held his hand out for her. "It's time to say goodbye."
"We've already done that. I don't want to do it again," she said and yet still took his hand, letting him bring her closer to him. "I can't take it a second time."
"I know, but can I have a dying request?"
"Anything for you."
"Marry me."
Naturally, Avalon froze. She blinked at him but he was quite serious. "You...you want me to what…?"
"It's the ending to our story, and how could I not marry my princess? My Ava?"
Avalon felt her heart beating so fast under her chest that she was sure it was close to bursting. "I-I...be your wife?" She kept asking the same thing in different ways, wasn't she?
"Well, I know the stories end with the prince getting the princess, but this daft old knight-in-shining-armor would love to take his place and marry you," the Doctor took hold of her hands, smiling at her as lovingly as she had before. "Would you marry me, Ava?"
Avalon nodded her head so fast she had to stop herself before she got dizzy. "Yes." Everything was swirling in her mind. Marry. She was going to marry him — she wanted to marry him.
There was an indescribable feeling that flourished through the Doctor at that moment. Even if it was at the very end of the Time itself, he was incredibly jubilant. His Ava had said 'yes' to marrying him. "Look at that," he glanced at River, "Looks like you won't miss something all the important moments, after all."
"This isn't what I meant," River playfully rolled her eyes, but she would take it.
"Yeah, this is crazy! Even for you two!" Amy called.
"Shut up Ponds," Avalon said without a moment's doubt, her eyes glued to the Time Lord before her, a smile growing across her face. "I'm getting married. I'm getting married to my Fairy Tale Man."
"Okay, then," the Doctor took in a breath as he practically buzzed with joy of what was actually going to happen. If he really did have to go (for a long time) then he would at least get something good out of it, and what better thing than his Ava? She would be his wife. He looked around the place. "I need a strip of cloth, about a foot long. Anything will do," he then looked at himself and beamed, "Never mind," he untied his bowtie and held it between him and Avalon, "Ava, take one end of this, wrap it around your hand, and hold it out to me."
"This isn't exactly what I thought marriage would be like," she said in amusement as she followed his instruction, "But I did always know my wedding would be the wedding of a lifetime. No divorces, even if you're dead." It was possibly the worst thing to say in a situation like this but for some reason, they both laughed with the same tears in their eyes. Neither of them ever had a clue of what being prudent meant.
"A lifetime," the Doctor touched her cheek gently. "You ready?"
"As I'll ever be," Avalon nodded.
"We're in the middle of a combat zone, so we'll have to do the quick version. River, you're the mother here, so...say 'I consent and gladly give'."
"I consent and gladly give," River quickly said, her eyes glued on Avalon who seemed happier than ever. That's what she wanted to see all the time. Even if she was going to be far away from her, River wanted to know that her daughter would be happy.
"Old fashioned," Avalon chuckled and quickly wiped some tears from her face.
"Like a proper fairy tale. Now, for you, Ava, what do you say?"
"I do," Avalon said in a way that made her sound like she'd lost air, in a good way. She was intently watching him for every slight movement he made.
"...I do," the Doctor ultimately said, smiling with her. "I never did come up with a label for us and now I know why. You could have never been my 'girlfriend' because this is what you were meant to be for me: my wife."
"My husband," she whispered. "My Fairy Tale Man is my husband."
"There's just one more thing..." The Doctor leaned to her and whispered something in her ear. Almost immediately, Avalon's eyes half-widened and stared as the Doctor pulled away. "I just told you my name. There, my Ava, we're married." He caressed the side of her face and gave her a small kiss.
"The End," she said as they pulled away. To chapter 1.
They undid the bowtie from their hands but the Doctor left it tucked in Avalon's hand. "Keep it safe with my watch," he whispered to her. He drew in a breath and walked up to River. She raised her head at him, almost looking like she would defy him again...but she held her hand out.
Their hands met and Time resettled.
River, in the astronaut suit, fired and killed the Doctor.
The rest of the Ponds' and Lena watched it happen by the lake.
Everything was as it should be again.
~ 0 ~
Dorium Maldovar, inside his box, was being carried back to his resting place from where he'd been stolen from. There'd been too many movements for him to keep up with who had him now. Being just a sole head made a lot of things difficult like that.
"Who's carrying me?" He shouted from within the box, "I demand to know...I'm a head, I have rights! I want my doors open this time." The person carrying the box placed it on a pedestal and slid open its door before turning and walking away. "Is it you?!" Dorium called and watched as the figure stopped. It is, isn't it? It is you, I can sense it. But how did you do it? How could you possibly have escaped?!"
An ecstatic Doctor pulled down his hood and dropped his cloak to the floor. He was all too happy to share how he duped the entire Silence. "The Teselecta. A Doctor in a Doctor-Suit. Time said I had to be on that beach so I dressed for the occasion, barely got singed in that boat."
"So you're going to do this, let them all think you're dead?"
"It's the only way they can forget me," the Doctor said earnestly. He had thought about for 200 hundred years and this was the only way things could end up. "I got too big, Dorium, too noisy...time to step back into the shadows."
"And Dr. Song?" Dorium asked, "In prison all her days?"
"Well, I'm sure she'll be sneaking out every now and then. She's got a daughter to keep an eye on, after all."
"So many secrets, Doctor. I'll help you keep them, of course…"
The Doctor tried his best not to laugh on the spot. "Well, you're not exactly going anywhere, are you?"
"But you're a fool nonetheless. Kovarian had rumors spreading…" Dorium paused when the Doctor stopped altogether, "Dr. Song's daughter — you married her, didn't you?"
Dorium might be a head but the Doctor was not above making him suffer there and then. "How do you even know—"
"Kovarian said you would. She said you would marry the girl, your companions would die, and you would go to Trenzalore, the place you must never go to. You've changed the course of time and now it will happen."
"Sorry if I don't buy it from a head," the Doctor straightened his jacket. Kovarian had said nonsense to make things happen the way she wanted them to. Dorium had to be repeating what he heard. "Goodbye Dorium. My wife's about to be born and I can't miss that. I really can't." He gave a wave of his hand and turned to leave, but of course Dorium still called after him.
"It's all waiting for you now. You may not believe it, it may take centuries, but it's coming. The fields of Trenzalore, the fall of the Eleventh...and the question!"
"Goodbye!"
"The first question! The question that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight. The question you've been running from all your life," Dorium practically shouted, "Doctor who? Doctor who? Doc... tor... WHO?!"
Author's Note:
And there we have it folks! River was the astronaut to save her daughter's life. I twisted things around because, honestly, the canon of this show is ridiculously obscure and vague. You've probably noticed that I've placed a heavy importance on season 7 throughout this story, including Clara. I don't know if it was just me but I always wondered why the hell Kovarian went after the Ponds when it was Clara who ended up bringing 11 to Trenzalore. Maybe it's just me and my weird thought process but that's what I'm going for in this story. I'm telling you that season is my favorite and it'll definitely show when we get to that one, though I am splitting it up just like the show did (one for a comic arc story and the second for the later half of s7).
#ocappreciation#doctor who#11th doctor#dw#dw imagines#11th doctor imagines#dw fics#doctor who fics#11th doctor fics#oc: Avalon Reynolds#fic: falling in temptation
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Thanks for the tag @wingdeer ! I’m always happy to explore my OC’s. Thank you for this opportunity.
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(I’m putting my first girl under here but my others will be under the cut so that it doesn’t clog y’all,s feeds)
general
Name: Virginia
Alias(es): V
Gender: female
Age: 28
Birth: February 29th though she’s not sure
Place of Birth: Utah badlands
Hometown: none (nomad)
Spoken Languages: English, Spanish
Sexual Preference: straight
Occupation: Whatever she can get
appearance
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: ginger
Height: 5’9”
Scars: small ones all over
favorite
Color: Black, red, green
Hair Color: red, black
Eye Color: blue
Song: banjo music (Jackie calls it her hillbilly music)
Food: Sushi
Drink: Whiskey
have they
Passed University: no
Had Sex: yes
Had Sex in Public: yes
Gotten Pregnant: yes
Kissed a Boy: yes
Kissed a Girl: no
Gotten Tattoos: no
Gotten Piercings: yes. (ears and nipples)
Been in Love: Yes
Stayed Up More Than 24 Hours: many times
are they
A Virgin: nope
A Cuddler: absolutely
A Kisser: oh yes. Hide your husbands when she gets drunk.
Scared Easily: no
Jealous Easily: 50/50
Trustworthy: yes
Dominant: Can be
Submissive: leans that way
In Love: yes as much as it scares her
Single: yes (but only till Jackie gets his head out of his ass and breaks up with Misty)
random questions
Have They Harmed Themselves: yes. Her thighs
Thought of Suicide: yes
Attempted Suicide: yes, several times
Wanted To Kill Someone: often
Have/ Had a Job: nothing “official”
Have any Fears: Falling in love again/losing someone she loves/cockroaches
family
Sibling(s): no
Parent(s): she must have at one point but she never knew them
Children: Yes (deceased)
Significant Other: “husband” (deceased), Jackie Welles (again, when he gets his head out of his ass)
Pets: Dum Dum
general
Name: Verna
Alias(es): V
Gender: female
Age: 33
Birth: November 6th
Place of Birth: Kittery, Maine
Hometown: none (nomad)
Spoken Languages: English
Sexual Preference: bi
Occupation: merc/ Arasaka test project
appearance
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: ginger
Height: 5’7”
Scars: none (with her new body)
favorite
Color: Red, Gold, Silver
Hair Color: anything bold
Eye Color: dark
Song: anything Samurai or indie rock
Food: noodles
Drink: Wine
have they
Passed University: no
Had Sex: yes, a lot
Had Sex in Public: yes, a lot
Gotten Pregnant: no
Kissed a Boy: yes
Kissed a Girl: yes
Gotten Tattoos: yes
Gotten Piercings: yes. (ears and nipples)
Been in Love: Yes
Stayed Up More Than 24 Hours: many times
are they
A Virgin: no, then yes, then no again
A Cuddler: not really
A Kisser: loves makeouts, but not not frequent casual pecks
Scared Easily: no
Jealous Easily: no
Trustworthy: no
Dominant: yes
Submissive: can be
In Love: That’s the question, isn’t it
Single: no, (married to Oda)
random questions
Have They Harmed Themselves: no
Thought of Suicide: no
Attempted Suicide: no
Wanted To Kill Someone: often
Have/ Had a Job: yes, many
Have any Fears: stillness
family
Sibling(s): no
Parent(s): yes, but she ran away when she was 13
Children: no
Significant Other: Sandayu Oda (husband)
Pets: none
general
Name: Jessica Morgan
Alias(es): Bunny, less commonly Rabbit (only Johnny calls her that)
Gender: female
Age: 30
Birth: January 1st, 1993
Place of Birth: Jackson, Mississippi
Hometown: Jackson, Mississippi
Spoken Languages: English,
Sexual Preference: bi
Occupation: musician, member of Samurai
appearance
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: black roots, faded red dye
Height: 5’9”
Scars: a few small one’s here and there
favorite
Color: pink, purple
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: brown
Song: Chippin’ in
Food: burger
Drink: Vodka
have they
Passed University: dropped out
Had Sex: yes
Had Sex in Public: yes
Gotten Pregnant: no
Kissed a Boy: yes
Kissed a Girl: yes
Gotten Tattoos: yes, a lot of cheep ones, but her most important one is a bunny on her hip she got because her best friend, Kerry, always called her Bunny
Gotten Piercings: yes. several on her face, ears, nipples, and more private places.
Been in Love: Yes
Stayed Up More Than 24 Hours: many times
are they
A Virgin: nope
A Cuddler: Who do you think Kerry learned it from
A Kisser: again, the woman that taught Kerry Eurodyne
Scared Easily: only with ghost stories
Jealous Easily: completely
Trustworthy: no
Dominant: sometimes
Submissive: rarely
In Love: with Johnny and Kerry
Single: yes because Johnny is a slut and Kerry is afraid of his feelings
random questions
Have They Harmed Themselves: yes
Thought of Suicide: yes
Attempted Suicide: yes, Kerry had to talk her down
Wanted To Kill Someone: yes
Have/ Had a Job: Just Samurai
Have any Fears: being alone
family
Sibling(s): no
Parent(s): mom and dad, wholesome upbringing
Children: no
Significant Other: Johnny Silverhand and Kerry Eurodyne (both off and on)
Pets: none
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