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txciaz · 3 years

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Hi!! So,

it's my ( literal ) first time writing fanfiction, so I'm pretty new at this stuff, but Lady Dimitrescu is all I was able to think about for weeks and I >needed< to do something about it.

( If you want some context, I wrote this thinking “what if Alcina survived?” - Alcina's pov )

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The fall,

The end of everything you once loved

Ethan Winters.

You woke up... somehow, you woke up. The frigid air hitting your fresh wounds felt like a jolt send by reality, as if one says "you're still alive" -

- and oh how you were starting to hate that feeling.

Laying on the demolished floor of your castle, muscles twitching in pain, mouth open gasping for air... that's how you are, how you will remember yourself from now on. A defeated dragon, a crushed woman, a dead mother.

You should get up, you should let go of your carcass and crawl your way back into the warmth of your home, you should—

—you should be dead, actually. Resting on death's cold embrace along with your daughters.

Daughters.

God, your daughters.

The memories flood your mind with a painful, unbearable reminder; they're gone, dead, crystalized - gone. They're gone. Your lovely daughters, your pride and joy, the main reason you'd open up your eyes in the morning...

...Bela,

Cassandra,

Daniela....

Their names are long cold, not yet forgotten - no, never forgotten - but somewhere else, as they don't belong here anymore; not on your arms, tucking them to bed. Not on your hands, caressing their faces. Not on your lips, kissing their foreheads. Not on your tongue, as you say them.

A raspy scream leaves your throat, it sounds disturbing.

You sob, hot tears trailing down your cheeks and neck, small cries for help find their way into the wind, disappearing with less importance then when they materialized.

You cannot recall for how long you stayed at that very same position, perhaps some hours, perhaps a day, but you are certain that at some point you were overcame by tiredness and collapsed - probably the best to do for now.

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And so, rises the moon and the stars watch upon your limp body, the night howling a merciful wind and singing a melodic song. Grunting, you push yourself up with your elbows, sitting up and facing the sky through the hole you've made on the roof... and the levels above...

A huge carcass sits besides you, it's wings bended on itself and it's big mouth open to whoever would like to have a peek; you probably changed back into your normal body while unconscious... Now that you can see it clearly, you notice the damage that man-thing did to you... by heavens, how were you still alive and...

Oh. The castle. You look forward, taking in the horizon - the stars look exclusively shiny tonight - you breath in, the dusty air causes you to chough a few times. Stretching your neck a bit to see your whole house, you tell yourself it looks.. fine, actually, ignoring the broken windows. The broken windows.

It's cold. You shiver harshly, panting as the air meets your bare back and rumbles through your lungs, making you hug yourself, - you're naked, you just realized - the winter in Romania is truly kind to no one.

Your legs tremble with just the thought of trying to stand on your feet. You don't rush to do it either, let the wintry breeze take in your wounds, make it sting, burn it, freeze it; freeze your body along.

“To die. To die is to live. To live without them, that's torture. To live without their presence, absent of their scents, to not hear them, nor see their faces again, that's worse than death; far, far worse. How could I ever walk into that damned house without the heavenly sounds of their laughs, the tapping of their feet as they walk free, the steadiness of their heartbeats, reminding me that my own still beats.

Beats for them. For them only.

And they're gone.

So who shall my heart beat for? Myself? No, that wouldn't do. I will rip it out from my chest if I must, sacrifice it to any god who may hear me, all so I could spend five more minutes with them. Then I'd die in peace and find them at my arms again at whatever comes after this poor life.

But I'm here.”

You still hold yourself as you stare at a castle's - broken - window, new warm tears hanging the same trail the old and now dry ones did, a silent cry.

Your intrusive thoughts were abruptly cut by a loud noise from the inside of the castle, making you jump up, gathering all your last strengths to stand and walk a few shaky steps closer to home. The more you walked, the louder the noises got; a little rustle became a bang, and your tiptoing became a sprint, you hold yourself as tight as you can, ignoring the bleeding, the cold air spiking your lungs, how insanely fast you heartbeat was. You need to get there, protect the last remnant of them you still have.

The gates felt heavy now, even for you, who would open them with one hand. Where is your strength now? The fearless dragon who'd do anything to protect her house? Perhaps she died on that fall, and now all there's left is a shadow of what you were one day.

With much pain, you open the big doors, leading to the comfort of your house; you don't get in, you throw yourself in. The warm atmosphere engulfed you like a summer kiss on a winter storm, all you needed to ground yourself to reality for now. Grabbing some sheets laying over an old counter, you wrap yourself in it – oh, that's gonna get soaked in blood, but that's not of your concern now – moving incredibly fast for someone as hurt as yourself, you follow the continuous sounds that could not mean something good. The main doors are open, the cellar is unlocked as well, that idiotic man-thing couldn't even close the doors once he finished slaughtering your home? Imbecile.

You stand at the library's door now, suddenly frozen; you know what happened in there... do you really want to get in? Are you truly ready to face it again? Maybe you should take a step back and walk away, it would be the most logical decision to take now.

But what is logic when the heart screams? What is the brain for once your emotions take the best of you? You can't walk away. Put some honor on your name. Save the last bit of your daughter that fate is still conceiving you. Your chest rises and falls completely out of coordination, your fists close around the fabric involving your body; get ready, you're going in; gather the last bit of courage you have inside yourself and blast these doors.

And so you do.

You bring those pieces of wood to the ground, the only barrier between you and the reality you couldn't accept; a guttural growl forms in your chest as you see a lycan approach your child's crystalized body; you're blind with ire, sorrow, protectorship - you name it - and it makes you shout at the top of your lungs as you dilacerate the filthy beasts you'd bat your eye at. A bloody trail of corpses marks your way through the castle grounds, your claws dripping with fresh sanguine fluid - which you can't tell if it's from the creatures or from yourself - the crimson path follows you all the way to the other wing of mansion like a spirit who must haunt you for eternity.

You scream like a feral animal, blood soaking the once white cloth around your form; the scream becomes a shriek, which descends to a yelp, ending as a furious cry. You can feel the anger leaving you, like the waters of a waterfall; explosive, big portions of water falling into a numb, deaden lake. Hopefully those waters will carry you with them, you shall fall and sink at a anesthetizing lagoon.

You kneel, eyes closed, eyebrows frowned; a loud sigh fills the deafening silence in the air, your mind is blank – better, your mind is red, scarlet red mixed with black, ire and grief. Slowly, your head lower itself so you're facing the floor.

The big Lady Dimitrescu,

kneeling on a pool of blood, defeated.

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“Lady Dimitrescu!”

Who..? The voice was so far yet so close, you try your best to focus on the direction of the calls but your nerves just won't cooperate.

“Lady!”

Who would be calling for you? Is your mind playing tricks on you now? And since when you were laying on the floor? Too many questions for too little answers. You try to stand up, but a sharp pain on your side made you cry out and fall on your back, face knotted in pain – perhaps your adrenaline rush was keeping you from feeling what was really happening with your body, and now you feel like you're betraying yourself for that.

A small figure approaches you in a fast pace, causing you to unleash your claws one more time and snarl at the not-so-possible threat; you were hurt. Vulnerable. Letting someone close was the last thing you wanted now. The humanoid thing backs away a few steps with your aggressive reaction, hands on their chest, visibly afraid – even though your vision is quite blurry, you identify their expression: scared, desperate, sorrowful – they call out once more, almost shouting.

“Please, Lady Dimitrescu, let me help!”

Ah... Help... The now clearer feminine voice washes over you - a wave of compassion - as if hope has found its way to your house again. Well, it better go away again, or you'll drag it out yourself.

“Out.” was all that left your lips, your intense gaze locking with hers, a silent yet not so discrete warning; although you had only said one word, it was well understood by the woman, who stepped away, eyes still meeting yours, a dreadful cast hang on her face.

Still, she didn't left.

Is that girl testing her luck? It can only be. Once again you warn her: “Leave. I will not repeat myself.”

Her posture stiffens, after a moment of silence she looks at the door, truly wondering about leaving or not; her body turns around, her knuckles going white from how hard she was grabbing the fabric on her chest – she's conflicted. But why? Who is she, after all? – A long, defeated sigh leaves her, as if she knows there is no choice left.

“Allow me to help.” A failed effort on trying to sound confident; her voice is full of tears and her tone is oscillating – it makes you wonder if she has been crying – The human walks towards you, trying not to make any eye contact; you can't stand on your feet, you left hand is pressed on your injured side, the other is open and directing your now extended nails towards her.

Oh how funny it is, no?

The predator being cornered by the prey. The dragon being trapped by the rabbit. How ridiculous it is.

Her extremely shaky hands hang in front of her, trying to say she won't hurt you – oh if she only knew it's going to be the other way round. – One step closer.. Her lips and chin tremble; Another. Your claws grow bigger, eyes peering through her soul; another step, your eyebrows frown, her eyes are teary. The last step - your blood is boiling hot, your nerves on edge; you are still the predator. - a slicing sound and a half-scream saturate the air for a millisecond, just for silence to overfill it once more. Red splashes over the room again, on your face, on your chest, but mostly on the floor, where the girl was thrown at.

An agonizing scream leaves her throat - what a miracle, she remains alive - both of her hands cover her face, blood spilling all over her; what a sight, you would most definitely enjoy this very much on another situation. She cries out in despair, making you face the ceiling and close your eyes, a tired look on your face – you just want all this to end, you don't have any more patience for this. You want to crawl back into your bed and starve, you want to destroy this place, make it abandoned ruins of what one day was a home; you want to kill that damned sickening man-thing, kill this foolish girl for perturbing your grieving, and then yourself.

The woman captures your attention once again, she is kneeling, her body facing yours, her right hand presses her ripped face, the other makes its slow way up to you, although she is trembling, she manages to keep her hand steady enough to hand you a little green flask with a yellow-y label; You look closer, 'treatment disinfectant' it says... Oh you can only be joking. You feel like slaughtering the girl right this instant, but takes in a deep breath and holds the flask, her hand immediately falling along with her body. Is she dead? No, her slow yet consistent breathing exclaims that she is still alive – you honestly find it a bit offensive – You should, but you cannot bring yourself to finish the human; you should end her suffering, but now she caught your attention; and besides, she wants to help, doesn't she? then the price she'll pay is staying alive.

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hahaaa I'm so nervous about posting this,,, ,

and yes! It is a alcina x maiden fic! I do plan it to be slow burn, and if some you liked it and read it till here, please like and/or reblog and I'll post chapter 2!

( posted on Ao3! Name: “The woman in your castle” )

( chapter 2 posted!! )

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu #help idk what im doing

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thelittleredheadedmusician · 4 years

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Halloween prompt: Alfred is getting increasingly annoyed at whoever is eating the halloween candy. No one will confess. (Bruce is sitting in a corner somewhere with a bag of... [insert Batfamily appropriate candy here])

Three Musketeers

Rating: G 1,844 words Gen AO3

Bristol was technically in Gotham City limits. Though the gilted mansions and private woods with pastures and stables seemed like a whole other world in comparison. The residents liked to think so too, especially because – despite Gotham’s robust public transportation system – it was almost impossible to reach the rich suburb from the city proper. It was because they lived in this separate world that Bristol’s wealthy residents often fought to receive special treatment or even secede from the city all together.

Except when it came to Halloween.

The residents of Bristol were more than happy to hold their trick-or-treat night during the same time as the rest of Gotham. Mostly, because it discouraged the city’s poorer residents from coming out to ask for literal handouts from them. The time it would take to sit in train stations and bus stops to get there ate up a large chunk of trick-or-treat’s two-hour window. And the walk from the last stop and between the houses took up the rest.

Despite all this, many made the trek out to Wayne Manor and its residents always made it well worth the work.

It was known that the Manor didn’t simply give out full-sized candy bars, no, they gave a whole bag of king’s sized bars. And from the entrance way to the ballroom off to the side were decked out and fitted to be a haunted house with games and entertainment and even more snacks. There was no reason to go anywhere else when you went to Wayne Manor.

Except, this year the seemingly endless supply of candy was mysteriously missing in the week leading up to the big night. Which was ironic considering the Manor was populated by detectives.

Alfred was suspicious. And annoyed. But mostly suspicious. He had raised the world’s greatest detective and then helped raise the current world’s greatest detective. In addition to the other seven vigilantes he’d actively cared for over the years. And countless others who hadn’t lived under his roof. Which meant that he was extremely hard to pull something over on. Extremely.

Yet, his stockpile of trick-or-treat candy was gone. Completely. And his list of suspects was long and skilled.

First, was Barbara because he loved the young woman dearly but she was a bit of a chocolate fiend. Also, if he could rule her out then he could enlist her assistance. It was easy enough to make her coffee just the way she liked and message her to come to the kitchen when she was working in the Cave one evening. She was happy enough to come up, thinking it was just for a chat but knowing something was up when Alfred passed her the mug.

They studied each other from across the long wooden table that took up the far side of the kitchen. Alfred sipped his tea from the good china that after the last family debacle was his alone to use. Barbara narrowed her eyes as her glasses slipped down her nose. They were playing a high stakes game of chicken and they both knew it.

Barbara broke first. “Is there something you wanted to talk about, Alfred?” she asked sweetly, setting her coffee down and pushing her glasses back up in the same movement.

“Now that you mention it, yes. I was wondering if you happened to know where my trick-or-treat supply is disappearing to?” Alfred’s lips turned up in kindness, but his eyes were hard and steady as he held her gaze.

An adult, a seasoned crimefighter, an honest to god superhero and yet Barbara wanted to wriggle in her chair, knot her fingers in the hem of her t-shirt, under that look. Pure willpower was the only thing that stopped her. Though it didn’t extend to her mouth. “No, I’ve been out of town most of the week.”

This was true, Alfred knew, but not necessarily an airtight alibi.

“Besides,” Barbara continued, “I have a Costco card. The Birds and I split it. If I wanted to eat a whole bag of candy, I’d just buy my own.”

Alfred nodded, lifting his tea to take another sip. He accepted that answer, she knew better than to lie to him. “In that case, might I enlist your skills to uncover the real culprit?”

This was what Alfred had truly wanted to ask, they both knew, and Barbara smiled in delight at the prospect. “I’d love to.”

The next suspect was Tim. He knew exactly how to cover his tracks and misdirect their attention. Tim was sly, smart, and still technically a teenaged boy so sugar was irresistible. Barbara set the trap, crashing the Batcomputer one afternoon when everyone else was out. This forced Tim up, out of the Cave and to Alfred lying in wait in the kitchen.

Tim had climbed up onto a kitchen chair to get at the stash of poptarts on the top shelf of the cabinet above the stove. Proving that he had means, motive, and a record.

“Master Timothy,” Alfred drawled as he stepped out of the shadows. Bruce had to learn the skill from somewhere.

Startling, Tim whirled around and nearly fell from the chair. Dropping the silver packet in the process. It landed on the tile with a crunch. “Look I need the brain power to get the computer back up,” he said hastily, glancing guiltily between Alfred and the fallen junk food.

“I am not here to reprimand you about the poptarts,” Alfred said and Tim immediately relaxed, shooting him a relieved little grin. “But I may have to reprimand you for sneaking something else,” Alfred continued, causing Tim’s face to fall.

“I swear, I only had the one Monster the other week. And I split it with Kon ‘cause we were trying to keep Bart from drinking it. Me and him on an energy drink bouncing round the Tower is way better than a speedster on an energy drink.” Tim’s eyes were wide and the blood that had drained from his face made the boy almost impossibly paler.

Alfred lifted an eyebrow at the confession. Not what he was looking for but good to know all the same. “And what of the candy for trick-or-treat?”

Tim’s brows drew together in confusion. “Uh, I don’t know? I suggested we get milkyways but if you got snickers again then I’m not going to complain.”

“So, you did not eat the supply?” Alfred confirmed, though the fact that Tim was already feeling guilty and hesitant to lie on top of the fact that he had no idea Alfred had purchased boxes of three musketeers cleared him of the crime.

“No?” Tim shook his head as he shrugged.

Satisfied, Alfred nodded. “Enjoy your poptarts, Master Timothy. I shall be moving them shortly.”

“It wasn’t Jason,” Barbara said over the phone. “I have a couple different angles of him being in Paraguay all last week.”

“I never suspected him to begin with,” Alfred admitted as he pushed the shopping cart, restocking for the big night tomorrow. “He never liked three musketeers. Dark chocolate kit-kats are a separate story.” He smiled at the memory of a young Jason carrying a huge box of the candy bars to drop in the cart during his first Halloween with them.

“Cass and Dick are out too,” she continued. “Cass laughed at me when I even suggested it and then confirmed Dick was telling the truth when I questioned him.”

Alfred hummed. Richard had been his next guess, though he was more likely to take them to hand out while on patrol or pass on to his friends’ children than to eat himself. “Master Damian is innocent as well. He scoffed at the implication he would, quote, ‘stoop so low as to steal candy from children.’ He also vouched for Master Duke and neither were anywhere near the spare pantry recently to begin with.”

“Security cameras confirm that.”

“That leaves Miss Stephanie,” Alfred frowned. Stephanie tended to decline any offers of assistance from the Manor’s residents that weren’t directly related to masked vigilantism. Though she recently had allowed Alfred to slip her gas money when she visited during daylight hours. The thought of her taking the Halloween candy just did not sit right with him. It was almost as impossible to imagine as Damian taking it. Cassandra was more likely to be playing a trick on them all, having hidden it for some soon to be revealed reason. “Are you positive Miss Cassandra is not the culprit?”

Barbara chuckled. “I mean, not really. But at the same time why would she? Though why would Steph either? I don’t think it was either of them but I can vouch for Steph. She hasn’t been anywhere near the Cave or the Manor since last month. What with school she’s been staying close.”

“Which leaves us back to the beginning,” Alfred sighed and got in line. “We could create a sting operation though I’d loathe to lose this supply as well. There’s nearly no candy left in the entire state.”

“That I believe. Alright, I’ve got the feed from the events kitchen running on one of my screens. I’ll keep an eye on it for the rest of the night, see if anyone stupid enough to try it again.”

“Thank you, Miss Barbara. I really appreciate your assistance in this matter,” Alfred told her before exchanging their goodbyes. He had plans for a little stakeout of his own.

Placing the boxes in the spare pantry, Alfred settled himself on a stool next to the industrial fridge in the dark. He typed out a careful message in the family’s groupchat informing them all that the missing candy had been replaced and politely asking that it not disappear again before the next night. They would all be getting ready to go out for the night so there is no doubt they would see it. And he would have plenty of time to wait for them to strike.

Hours later, the family was returning and Alfred was still lying in wait. A creak echoed in from the ballroom where decorations were mostly in place. The light padding of rubber soles on the marble tile came closer and closer. Alfred leant further back into the shadows as the door swung open. He held his breath, waiting as the guilty party walked into the kitchen proper, headed directly towards the pantry. Alfred slipped from his hiding spot, keeping low as he crept around the island to come up behind the culprit.

Alfred contained his gasp of shock and annoyance as he flipped on the light. Forcing the candy thief to whirl on him. “Master Bruce!” Alfred scolded. He hadn’t thought his first charge would do such a thing and hadn’t even considered him as a suspect.

Having the good sense to look ashamed and like a ten-year-old boy again, Bruce offered a wavering grin in apology. “You bought three musketeers,” he said as his only defense.

Alfred frowned as he crossed his arms. “And your penance will be handing them out tomorrow night.”

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thran-duils · 5 years

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Haunted House

Summary: For @sherrybaby14 ‘s Halloween challenge. My prompt was the quote, “That costume is becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you I’d be cumming too.” I mean the plot is that an Omega gives into her nature to two hot Alphas. Oh, and the house may or may not be haunted. :D Pairing: Omega!Fem Reader x Alpha!Tony x Alpha!Steve Rating: Explicit Words: 2,698 Warnings (for the whole fic): Smut, ABO dynamics, dub-con, some horror

Masterpost

You walked up the stone staircase to the house, eyes flittering over all the windows. The house loomed, as if it could see through your very being. It was gorgeous in architecture, weaving stone and stained-glass windows. But, you knew there were stories about it being haunted. It excited you that you were going to be able to stay the night here.

Heels clicking on the stairs, you adjusted your bag, clearing your throat. You had been invited to come here by your employer, Tommy. He said the owner had requested you specifically and you had not asked questions when you saw the first part of the payment. It was lofty and you needed the money.

All that had been required was you to come with a bottle of alcohol, two days’ worth of clothes – although you were not required to stay for the two days –, and a risqué Halloween costume. A sexy, maid is what you had gone for; it seemed appropriate in this house. All lace with a nice black bow at the small of your back.

Suitcase at your side, you threw your coat off, hanging it on the coatrack by the door. You were getting overwhelmed as your eyes traveled the ceiling and walls of the mansion.

“Welcome.”

You knew that voice all too well and crossed your arms when you turned around, facing the billionaire pouring you a drink. He was dressed suave as always, even in joggers and a sweater. He was always effortlessly attractive.

How could your employer not have told you who had requested you specifically?

Smirking at you, he sauntered over, holding out one of the drinks to you. “Serving others seems to be your niche. That costume is becoming on you. Of course, if I were on you I’d be cumming too.”

No matter how much you found him attractive, you were not going to let him forget last time. You could not forget last time… mainly how you had had a hard time with not liking how he had handled you before. Even now, you felt a pull towards him… desire blossoming.

“Really? Again, Mr. Stark?”

“Please, Tony. But, at least you can remember some manners,” Tony stated, stalking closer. You stiffened and he smirked at you, holding the glass out. “Babydoll, come on. I’m sorry I got handsy last time.”

“Handsy?” you scoffed. He had handcuffed you to the bed and fucked you relentlessly.

“You’re too tempting for me,” Tony stated. “I was in a bit of a rut and you drive me a little insane. And I’m always a little rougher when I’ve imbibed too much. And I had that night. I’m sorry. Really. I wanna make it up to you.”

Narrowing your eyes at him, you asked, “By inviting me to a creepy mansion?”

Tony cocked his head and said, “Come now. It’s not that creepy. Sure, some people have died in here but you’re gonna find that in most houses older than 1900.” You did not look amused and he said, “Yes, yes. There are stories about it being haunted. People have seen stuff they’ve said. But, really. It’ll be fun. Just you, me, and Cap.”

You rose your brows in surprise. “Cap?”

“He’s aching for some companionship.”

Taking a long sip of your drink, you turned from Tony to examine the room a little bit further. “Didn’t think poster boy for American family values would be going after a prostitute.”

“I don’t want you to be a prostitute.”

“What do you want me to play as then?” you asked coyly.

“Mine.”

“Okay,” you sighed, turning to face him again.

Tony was at your side suddenly and you leaned away from him, unsettled by the fire burning in his eyes. He pinned you up against the counter, his breath hot on your ear.

“All mine. Omega,” he breathed.

You froze, staring at him as he pulled away, a self-satisfied smile playing on his lips. How did he know? You were on suppressants. Always had been when you had been around him.

Trying to play it off, you forced yourself to shake your head. “You want me to be an Omega? Bit of an odd roleplay. But I guess…” You reached out to touch his shirt, but he stopped your movement with a tight grip on your wrist. Wincing, you said, “Tony, what—”

“We both know you don’t have to pretend with that one.” He leaned in and inhaled deeply against your neck. “I know you’ve felt that ache.’ His lips gently brushed your skin and you shivered underneath his kiss. “I can taste it.” Involuntarily, you leaned towards him and he smiled against your neck. “Placebos. The last two weeks.”

Your blood ran cold. You knew something had been off about the way you felt. You had felt more desire for your customers than normal.

No no no no.

You tried to jerk away but he held tight.

“It was easy to pay Tommy to switch them out. You know having you employed is a risk for him. Even with the suppressants, you still smell and taste that much different than others. Probably why he only usually lets you take high end jobs. Worth the risk if the price is right. Doesn’t want you getting hurt for a small pile of change.”

How could Tommy have agreed to that? Your mouth was dry. There was a reason Tony was getting under your skin as much as he was now… any Alpha like him. And with Cap in the house too… it was no surprise you would react.

“I think this will be a more exciting experience if we turn this into a game. You like games, don’t you, Y/N?”

Breathing erratically, you decided on a whim to try to play his game. He was in charge after all… an Alpha. He was riled up; you felt his erection against you. Wanting to please him, you got out, “Depends on the game.”

“You run. We seek you out.”

You had not even seen Steve yet.

“You’re joking, right?” you asked him, holding your glass tighter to your chest.

“Do I sound like I’m joking?”

He came closer again and laid a gentle hand on your waist. “You’ll be perfect at it.” He leaned in, pecking your cheek. Subtly, you leaned towards him, your mouth open slightly. His eyes were darker now, no doubt him arousing himself thinking of the hunt. His hand slipped beneath your skirt, cupping your ass. This time he gently kissed you, reaching up to you take your glass from you. “Won’t you, babydoll?”

Averting your gaze from his, you nodded. Heart hammering, you were wildly thinking about what you should do? Play his game? Try to hide for the night? Try to scale the fence outside? No. That would be rude.

He drew you from your thoughts, cupping both sides of your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “Steve’s ready. Been more than ready to hold you and fuck you right.” Tony drew in his bottom lip slightly, his eyes raking over you. “As have I.”

Thumb tracing your lip, you shivered as he said, “I know you’re not in heat. But, you like my attention, don’t you? Want me to hold you tight? I didn’t think you’d look and smell so fucking good but I’m not complaining.”

You did not trust yourself to speak, starting to feel frightened about how you were reacting to him scenting you all over your skin, wishing for more. You had not reacted to an Alpha for more than a year since you had started your suppressants. Losing control was scary.

His lips pressed firmly against yours and you responded in like.

“Figure the kitchen table is as good as any place. But I think you’ll be more comfortable on a bed.”

Your breath froze instinctively again as he leaned in. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, “This is the part where you run.”

Your footsteps pounded in your ears as you ran down the hallway. You did not know where you were heading and you panicked, knowing damn well Tony knew the layout of this house and he had probably told Steve as well.

The halls were winding. You knew going up only trapped you, but you would not go up to the top floor. You would find a place on the third. If only the wood floors were not so goddamn creaky! You would be able to conceal yourself easier.

Any bedroom was as good as any and you bolted into one and into its bathroom.

Breathing shakily, you crouched in the tub, holding your knees close to your body. The curtain was mostly closed but there was still visibility. Luckily, the window was over the sink and the light from the moon would not cause your silhouette on the curtain.

The house was quiet.

Besides your breath as you tried to calm from the running.

It was too quiet.

Until you heard a squeak on the floor below it sounded like. They were circling in. Excitement was coursing through you, your mind running through the possibilities of what they would do to you when they found you. And worried too. If you had been off your suppressants for two weeks…

Suddenly, a shadow moved across the wall near the tub and you gasped, your hand coming to your mouth. There had not been any noise, no sound of anyone even entering the bedroom. You were unsure if anyone was actually in there with you.

You kept your eyes trained on the wall where the shadow was – not a solid figure but an outline, nonetheless. Perhaps there was something outside the window… but you were three floors up.

Moving cautiously, you pulled the shower curtain back further.

Revealing an empty, dark bathroom. Your eyes scanned the room frightened.

A new shape caught your eye in the corner.

Maybe you were playing tricks on yourself. This was because tony had frightened you with telling you people had died in here.

Then the shape flexed in size.

A scream erupted and you bolted out of the tub.

Running blind, you escaped the bedroom heading for the stairs.

Strong hands gripped you around your waist, yanking you to the side.

You cried out and grasped at the door frame. Your hands were ripped away and you were at the mercy of the grasp on your waist.

“Shh,” a voice whispered in your ear as they drug you back further into the room. “No need to be afraid.”

The hair on the back of your neck rose, scenting the Alpha holding you close. Especially him, without his shirt, his bare skin touching you. You mewled involuntarily.

“That’s it, darling,” he husked, turning you around to face him, keeping a tight grasp on you.

Steve had to help! The three of you needed to get out of this house.

“There was a ghost! A demon!” you gasped out, trying to look over your shoulder but he forced you to look at him again.

“No, no,” Steve purred, burying his nose into your neck. “You’re safe, Omega.”

Your breath hitched at the title and you relented for just a moment, forgetting why you were afraid. You were safe of course. Steve could protect you.

Snapping out of your haze, you shook your head.

“No,” you protested, your fingers digging into his arms. “You don’t understand. Upstairs –”

Steve nipped at your ear and pressed you against the wall. “Come now, I can calm you down, darling.” You tried to argue but he kissed you deeply, cutting off whatever you were going to say. You began falling into it, following his lead. Against your lips, he praised, “Good girl. You’re so riled up. Let me take care of you.”

You were falling victim to your hormones. You had to stay above water.

Again, you tried, “Steve, I swear –”

He hushed you again, his hands at the bow at your back. “Quiet, Omega. I promise we’ll protect you.” He untied the bow, moving his hands to the straps at your shoulders. “You’re so beautiful. Soft. Perfect.”

You melted under his words.

“Put her on the bed, Steve,” you heard Tony state from the doorway.

Steve chuckled against your lips and said, “You really don’t like foreplay, do you Tony?”

“I like foreplay plenty. I just know how to get the girl wet.”

Steve picked you up suddenly drawing a gasp out of you. As soon as you were on the bed, Tony flipped you onto your stomach, his hand pressing down on your back to hold you in place.

You felt the fabric at your pussy rip, leaving you exposed.

A rapt smack on your ass caused you to yelp. His fingers delved between your lips and you gasped.

“Let’s present ourselves nicely, Y/N. You have such a tight, welcoming cunt. Let’s not give Cap here the wrong idea.”

Tony added another finger and your own dug into the comforter, biting your bottom lip. His thumb worked your clit and you keened, grinding gently.

SMACK.

You whined when another blow landed, grinding harder.

“Steve, you like what you see? She’s well behaved, isn’t she? Fucking perfect.”

You were empty and you looked over your shoulder, seeing Tony licking his fingers.

Steve’s fingers traced your hips, a soft exhale leaving his mouth. You mewled when his fingers brushed your pussy, playing with your wetness.

Tony cupped your chin and he cooed, “Look at that. How wanton you are, darling. I gotta say, I’ve been wanting to fill you for a while.” His thumb entered your mouth and you sucked earnestly. His pupils were blown wide, looking hungry. “You can take as many suppressants as you want but kitten, I could see right through you and your need to be fucked and taken care of was glaring.” He kissed you, his tongue slipping past your lips. Groaning, he promised, “And you’re going to get it.”

Suddenly, Steve hiked your hips up and he entered swiftly.

You cried out as he pounded, feeling his cock hit your core.

“So fucking tight,” Steve grunted, his fingers digging into your hips.

Over the noise, you heard Tony let out a laugh. “I knew she could get you to drop an f bomb, Cap.”

Turning your head, you saw Tony pleasuring himself, watching the two of you. You could not wait for him to take you too.

Your head was swimming with arousal, wanting Steve to finish inside you. You needed to make him happy, allow him pleasure. His thrusts grew ever more sporadic, his pants becoming shorter.

“Alpha,” you whined.

That was enough to send him over the edge, coating you.

Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up. He crawled onto the bed with you, holding you close. You gasped when his finger found your clit, stimulating you.

“Let’s get you off again, baby. Make you that much wetter for me.”

He had you crying out, his arms holding you tight as you saw stars.

Tony filled you and you cried out at the intrusion when you were still so sensitive.

“You’re going to be amazing,” he husked against your ear. “I’m going to keep you all for us. You’ll never have to work outside this house again.”

Driving himself up into you, his hand closed around your neck. You groaned against the sensation, drowning in your pleasure. Your skin was on fire, electricity shooting through you.

“Alpha. Please,” you begged.

“Beautiful, Omega,” Tony moaned, his thrusts becoming faster.

When the two of you came tumbling down again, you all but collapsed in his arms.

His hands were gentle as they repositioned you, laying you softly onto the bed. Coming down beside you on one side, Steve on the other, Tony pulled the blanket over you all.

“We have all night, babydoll.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. whispered in your ear, “You’re gonna love it here with us.”

You snuggled in closer to them, knowing they were going to protect you. You did not ever have to worry about being safe again.

#sherrysfallintoyouchallenge #my shit #stony x reader #steve x tony x reader #tony x steve x reader #abo marvel

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teaandslashers · 5 years

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An Abandoned Manor (Brahms Heelshire x Reader)

Word count:

1700 (Shorter than usual)

Note:

This story was primarily inspired after my re watching of The Boy and while I know The Boy 2 is probably going to come out anytime soon, I still decided to write this story. This story takes place a year after Greta escapes Brahms. I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes ahead of time.

This story was also inspired by the amazing writer @queen-slasher

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“Oh come on (Y/n)!” Slurred your drunk friend, his body leaning against the overgrown vines that crowed the gates that led to the Heelshire Manor. More friends joining in on the catcalls of begging you to at least walk into the house.

Apparently, the mansion was said to be haunted by some old couples son, and someone attempting to murder the babysitter taking care of their son, or their sons doll. At least from what you were told, it was never really clear. You were merely a out of (Country/A Different Subdivision of England) college/university student. That after graduating decided to take one more trip around England with some college buddies before traveling back home. The first stop being at the legendary “Heelshire Manor”.

Your friends after a drunken night at the local bar, you of course having to be the driver, are now forcing you to just go in and stay the night at the house. The only reason you’re doing it, is well. Just general curiosity. More so curious about the house in general than anything.

So after hours of bickering of your friends, you finally took your journey and climbed over the now closed policed taped gate. When your feet touched the ground on the other side, the air seemed colder some how and your friends distant cheering became mute to you. They yelled something about coming back for you in the morning which you only replied with, “Wait what?”

You grabbed the bars of the gate whipping around, “You can’t be serious? What if the police find me! I’d go to jail for sure!”

“Oh relax (L/n).” Groaned a girl through light snickers and hiccups, “The police won’t find out unless someone doesn’t stay for the night. They never come around to search this place anymore, they think it’s just some dead old house.” Of course her snickering in the background of her talking did nothing to affect your state at that moment. Your mind more focused on not getting found by the police and getting arrested.

After some reluctant thoughts you agreed, “Fine. But if I get caught I’m blaming you guys.” You huffed before stomping your way down the crumbled path, your friends laughs only getting more distant and the air more frosty as you got closer to the manor.

From afar outside of the manor, it didn’t look so bad. Rather homey in fact. Only for your relief to completely crumble beneath you when you opened the door. Though the loud creak is not what freaked you out mostly, more so the cracked porcelain doll.

After blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t dreaming, or at least you weren’t hallucinating. You realized that's all that was there. A slightly creepy doll sitting in a chair, almost seeming to have predicted your arrival. In fact after further inspection, it seemed rather cute. A little paint and cleaning to its face, hell. You would keep this in your room if it wasn’t for the fact your parents would be more disappointed in you than they already where.

“Well random doll. It seems you’re my friend for tonight.” You smiled happily at the doll, talking to it as if it were an actual person. Picking it up and carrying the small boy at your side, “Hm, names. Honestly I feel kind of bad just calling you a random doll.” You talked to yourself. Just trying to make any conversation to distract yourself from this dreading feeling on your shoulders while exploring the house.

First stop was the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, there didn’t seem to be much wrong with the food, besides the mold here and there. Though that is to be expected in a house that's been abandoned for so long. The same story seems to be in the fridge as well. You hummed to yourself soon finding the knife rack, grabbing out a butchers knife. “Now we’re safe…” You hesitated trying to think of a name for the doll. “Henry? No. Too American. This is a English home after all.” You say to yourself walking out of the kitchen.

As you passed by the closed doors in the halls, mainly just being either a bathroom or a storage room. Though one room led to a classroom like library. The books seemed to be even older than the ones you usually see in old peoples homes, either that or the amount of dust on some of them is tricking you. It seemed as though some books had been grabbed recently, you deciding not to scare yourself more than you already have ignored this. Blaming it as a trick on your eyes. Besides you not only have a knife for protection. You also have George, though that name doesn’t sound right either.

You let out a sigh taking a seat in the somewhat child like chair in the room, setting the doll on your lap. You took the bottom of your (Shirt/Sweater), wiping the dust away from his eyes. You hummed a small children's song as you began to read over the papers on the side table, “London bridge is falling down … Falling down … Falling down … My fair…” You stopped reading the name at the top of the paper, “Brahms.” You smiled at the somewhat childish rhyme you did with the song. Then looking back down at the doll, only to see its head turned to you.

You decided to try to remain the calmest you could, “I … I’m going to guess your name is Brahms then.” You stuttered slightly, nervously smiling at the doll. Now it being too late to put the as you thought demon possessed doll down now, you stood back up and continued on exploring the house.

When finishing exploring most if not all what the downstairs had to offer to your interests, you followed up the stairs. Most of the rooms being regular bedrooms, nothing much to note besides one being what you guessed as the babysitters. Mainly do to the police tape blocking it off. Again though, nothing much of interest.

Only one room seemed to catch your eyes. Mainly do to it being more out of place than the others, it was a child’s room or at least a room that looked like it belonged to a child. It was filled to the brim with toys and different trinkets, mainly a lot strewn about. You guessed, based off the papers you saw in the Library, this was Brahms room. “Well looks like we found your spot Brahms.” You smiled walking into the room fully, this room seemed more of a mess than the others. Blood staining the walls. You wondered why police tape wasn’t by these doors. The good thing was, the smell of copper wasn’t that bad. But it was bad enough to scare you out of the room for now.

When finding a open room that didn’t seemed too spaced out, you finally felt comfortable. Sadly the only room like that was a sitting room where a dark hole where a mirror once stood. After taking an hour or so getting your city ass to learn how to light a fire to keep warm for the night, you placed Brahms under the hole mirror. Hoping that if anything were to happen, you would hear him fall over or break. Your knife at your side as you prepared yourself for a long night of sitting alone and trying to fall asleep.

Sitting in a green velvet chair, a brown wool blanket covered your legs as you held the kitchen knife in your hand. You where as ready as you could be. You looked back at the doll to see if it was still there, and it was. Just staring at the wall because you were too creeped out to have it staring at you the whole night.

Watching the fire slowly die and crackle, too lazy to get up and get more wood for it. Either that or too scared. Not that you would admit that either way. You soon fell into a soft sleep, hoping this chair wouldn’t end up hurting your back like crap in the morning.

Now while the sound of the doll falling over haven't woken you up, instead the sound of police outside did. Immediately panicking, thinking of every possible bad thing that could have happened in your mind. Until you realized the smoke from the fire probably alerted them. You cursed yourself out as you got up throwing the blanket off you.

“This is the police! If you do not show yourself we will shoot!” You heard them from the room over. Holy crap how did they move so fast. You fell to the floor in a panic crawling over to the hole in the wall, not caring about the people in the wall at that moment. More worried about the police catching you and throwing you in jail, or worse shooting you.

As you began to back up into the wall hallways, holding yourself close. You ran into the chest of something warm. Shaking you slowly looked up, only to see a tall, burly man in a mask. He looked as if he could break you in half if he wanted. Well not really, but at that moment you wouldn’t be surprised if he could.

You where about to run out screaming until he grabbed you by the waist pulling you towards him, another hand over your mouth. Tears filled your eyes, shutting them tight waiting for the worse. Only for him to shush you, humming London Bridge as in a way to calm you down. You didn’t even know this man and here he was trying to calm you down.

All your inner feelings about this situation went out the door when you realized he was probably just trying to keep you quiet because of the police now opening the doors to the room. Once this happened, he began to pull you back further into the walls. Further into his dwelling.

Greta might have left him, even after giving her so many chances. He was going to make sure he wasn’t going to let another one he liked getting away.

#the boy brahms #brahms x reader #brahms heelshire #slasher imagines #slasher scenarios #slashers #notice me senpai queen slasher plz #slashers x reader #slashers one shot #I literally listened to the coraline soundtrack on loop while writing this #I also wrote this at 3am #explains the grammar issues #:)#may or may not make this a story

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timmyrx2000 · 6 years

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Dipper Steps Up: Chapter 6

Chapter Index: (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13)

Chapter 6

When Wendy and Dipper left the Shack, the sun had just set. The night insects had not yet tuned up, but bats twittered overhead and out in the forest the woodpeckers, who didn't give up until the light was almost gone, drummed away. "Where are we going?" Dipper asked as they stepped off the trail.

"Into the woods," Wendy said. "You bring a flashlight, dude?"

"Yeah, I have one of the prototypes Grunkle Ford made."

"Good deal. I got the one I use camping. We'll need light on the way back."

In the gathering twilight they hiked on, uphill and down, skirting thickets of huckleberry, boggy growths of cobra lily, and stands of trailplant, threading their way through second-growth fir and pine forests, passing expanses of tree stumps and seedlings. "Dad logs all through here," Wendy said in one clearing, the air sharp with the scent of freshly-cut wood. She switched on her own flashlight and said, "Not far now."

Finally, they reached the cleared crown of a domed hill. Stars spangled the sky overhead, lots more than Dipper had ever seen in Piedmont, where the light pollution from Oakland and San Francisco dimmed them. No moon yet—it was gibbous and waning and, because of the recent change to Daylight Saving Time, it wouldn't rise until nearly eleven.

Creatures howled in the distance. Like the panda duck that Dipper had tried to win for Wendy, the species were indeterminate. In Gravity Falls, they might be anything. Wendy stood beside a stump and took a deep breath. "OK, dude, I know you won't freak out, but this might be rough on you. Remember I'm here for you, though. Wanna hold my hand?"

"Anytime," Dipper said. Her hand was warm in his.

"OK, Gramps, I brought him!" Wendy yelled into the night.

Dipper looked at her, but she had turned off the flashlight and he saw only her silhouette against the stars. "Huh?"

"He said not to tell you till he got here. Gramps! It's me, Wendy!"

In front of them, a greenish fog coalesced. Floating a couple of feet above the ground, it pulsed and brightened and then shrank in on itself, transforming into a hulking, bearded human figure.

"Oh, my gosh!" Dipper said. "The ghost from the Northwest mansion!"

"Dipper," the apparition moaned in its deep, rumbling voice. "I have to talk to you. I mean you no harm!"

Dipper almost sagged with relief. "No problem, sir! Wendy, I'm not afraid of him. You look a lot better, Mr. uh, Lumberjack. Your beard's not on fire, and your missing eye seems to have healed up. And the, uh, axe in your head's gone."

"I'm not haunting anyone now," the ghost explained, self-consciously straightening the blow tie it wore on its . . . beard. "I have no wish to terrify. When you're a ghost, you can take many forms."

"Dude," Wendy said, squeezing Dipper's hand, "this is Archibald Corduroy. He's, like, my great-great grandfather!"

"I wondered about that!" Dipper said. "I saw his picture in your house—uh, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Corduroy."

"You treated me well," the ghost said. "I regret tricking you and then turning you into wood."

"That . . . was sort of scary," Dipper admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

The apparition shrugged modestly. "Well, I am a ghost."

"Yeah. Uh, excuse me, but I thought that after Pacifica let everybody in, you had gone on to, you know, your reward."

"I could not bear to leave this forest that I loved so much in life," the ghost said, gesturing with a sweep of his glowing arm that took in all the surroundings. "Also, once free of haunting the hated Northwest house, I wondered what had become of my family. I soon discovered I have a mighty descendant in Daniel, and a beautiful one in Wendy." The ghost floated next to Dipper and confided: "She likes you, boy!"

"Aw, Gramps!" Wendy said, laughing. "Cut it out, dude! Look, I brought Dipper, like you asked, so just tell him what you've got for him, OK?"

The ghost backed away from Dipper, towering over them both. "He's a brave, intelligent boy, Wendy. You could do a lot worse."

"I really like your great-great granddad," Dipper said to Wendy.

Wendy giggled. "You guys! C'mon, Gramps."

"Very well. Dipper, the root of your friend's trouble is another ghost from the past. An evil one. Well, I say 'evil,' I suppose I went a little overboard myself, but my anger branched out from the betrayal the Northwests committed against my friends and me—no, no, I'll cut that short. Forget it. I'm sorry for the bad things that came from my long hatred, leave it at that. But now an ill-intentioned spirit is trying to possess your fiend Taylor. If he succeeds, terrible things will happen. You have to stop him."

"How?" Dipper asked, his throat feeling tight.

"I'm a lumberjack, not an exorcist," the ghost said a little irritably. "You must discover the way to help. Speak to the boy's family. Seek out his mother. Tell her. She will sense the truth of what I've told you. And beware! The spirit that threatens your friend is implacable, his grip as strong as cypress roots!"

"Dude," Wendy said, "you have, like, a really good vocabulary for a nineteenth-century lumberjack!"

"Being an outdoorsman doesn't mean you have to be illiterate, girl." The ghost started to dim.

"Wait, wait!" Dipper said. "Uh, sir—who is the ghost? That would help!"

"You already know in your heart," the fading ghost said. "It is a spirit that wishes to reincarnate—for revenge!"

"Bill Cipher?"

For just a second the ghost became a little brighter and clearer. "Who? No! Think human!"

And Archibald Corduroy went out like a candle flame in a wind.

"Who did he mean?" Dipper asked in the sudden darkness.

"I'm stumped," Wendy confessed. "Man, Dipper, you took that whole thing a lot better'n I expected! First time Archibald appeared to me, I totally freaked!"

"When was that?"

"Fall, two years back, after you an' Mabes went back to California. Along in October. I was in the woods behind our house cuttin' down some deadwood for the fireplace, and there he was, floatin' right in front of me. I kinda attacked him with my axe, but that went nowhere fast. He eventually calmed me down and told me who he was and all, and said he was gonna watch over our family and protect us, and since then I never saw him again—until I started asking around about the Northwests. Few days ago, he appeared to me in a stall of the girls' bathroom at school. Now, that was awkward. Anyhow, he seemed to know you were gonna come to Gravity Falls and said I needed to get you an' him together so he could tell you something, and he said you might be scared, so not to let you know who I was takin' you to see. You weren't scared, though. Good for you, dude!"

Dipper shrugged. "Those first ghosts I ever saw, the ones in the Dusk 2 Dawn, scared the heck out of me. Mainly because of what they were doing to Mabel and your friends. But I've kinda learned that most ghosts don't want to hurt you. Who could be haunting Chuck Taylor, though?"

"Dunno, man," Wendy said. They'd both switched on their flashlights and were headed back through the woods.

They didn't talk much. But when the lights of the Mystery Shack gleamed through the trees ahead, Dipper stopped in his tracks and said, "Reincarnate. Oh, no!"

Wendy stopped too. "What's wrong, Dip?"

"No," Dipper said. "No, no, no. I hope I'm wrong."

"About what?" she asked.

He swallowed hard. "Nathaniel Northwest."

The rest of the week flew by without any substantial developments in the case. Grunkle Ford lent Dipper a few detection devices and taught him how to use them, and then Grunkle Stan drove the kids home the next Saturday.

They spent Sunday and Monday brushing up for the CAHSEE that the school would give on Tuesday and Wednesday, and to their relief, the tests didn't seem all that hard. "I hope you didn't get bored and start putting down random answers," Dipper told Mabel after the last exam ended.

"Nope!" Mabel said. "I learned my lesson after the test I took in fifth grade that said I should be busted to kindergarten."

Chuck had seemed OK, and that afternoon, their first practice since the early spring break, he recovered his playing form again, pitching hard, hitting hard, running full-out. The Thursday practice was good, too, and Dipper began to think that everything was all right again.

Saturday brought a big game with the Bay City Blues. Their win-loss record tied Piedmont's, and Coach said that the teams were a pretty close match in ability, too. The Blues had a good pitching staff, some good hitters, and typically racked up scores of five to ten points in a game. They weren't the most spectacular team, but like the Panthers they played a steady, relentless game.

Saturday morning, the game started out well. Bay City won the toss and chose to take the field. Their pitcher had game: he struck out both Mike and Petey with three pitches each, and Dipper began to think the Panthers were doomed to an early loss.

However, Chuck, looking healthy, belted out a solid double, and following him at bat, both JD and Barb managed singles, sending Chuck home for the first run of the game. Unfortunately, Jon J sent a sweet high fly ball deep into left field—and right into the fielder's glove.

Chuck's pitching began unsteadily. The first batter racked up one strike and three balls before hitting a single. The second man up got a double on the first pitch, putting the runner on third and ready to score. From the bench, Tripper watched Chuck wipe sweat from his face, kick at the mound, and then lean forward, looking determined.

Off on the sidelines, Mabel, in her cheerleader costume, acted subdued. The Panthers had a bigger crowd than ever—their away games had frankly pitiful attendance, just the kids' parents and maybe five or six students—but now the bleachers were nearly full of cheering kids and adults. Except Mabel's enthusiasm had ebbed. Dipper knew she was worrying about Chuck.

However, Chuck promptly struck out two Blues in a row. The next two batters both got on base, though, one single, one double. Then when Vance McCall stepped into the batter's box, Chuck took his time considering his first pitch. McCall was the Blues' best hitter by far.

And he proved it by pulling a low fly to far right field, where it hit and bounced, for a moment looking as if it would go straight to Petey DeFoy—but then it bounced again, taking a bad hop deeper into fair territory, making it hard to field.

McCall wound up standing on second base. The first two Blues scored, and there went Piedmont's lead. As though to apologize to the fans, Chuck struck the next guy out with three fast pitches.

Second inning began with X-Man getting a single, trying to push it into a double, and getting tagged out. However, then both Hi-Ho and Bobby made it to base—Hi-Ho successfully stealing second before Bobby's single put him on third. Dub struck out, and it was Dipper's turn.

He'd been working hard on his batting. He let a ball go by, choked up on his grip, and took a swing at the next pitch—and connected. It was a grounder, skipping just past the third baseman and running right along the foul line.

Miracle of miracles, it didn't cross the line, and Dipper made it to first! More, it took Hi-Ho home—Dipper's first RBI. For a moment, it looked like a Piedmont rally, but Big W's hard grounder was snagged by the Blues shortstop, who fired the ball home just in time for the catcher to tag Bobby out.

The Blues couldn't get anything going in the bottom half, and the second inning closed with a 2-2 tie.

The Panthers came to bat for the third inning. Coach sent Dipper and Krenk in as subs and asked Chuck how he was feeling. "I'm OK," he insisted, though Dipper thought he was sweating harder than usual. It was a dismal inning, three Panthers coming up to bat, two being put out, one getting on base, and then with Jimmy in scoring position on third base—Krenk went down swinging, one, two, three, to retire the side.

In the bottom, Chuck's pitching was noticeably slower and less accurate. Still, he held the Blues to just one run, though that put them ahead again, three to two.

Before the turnover, Coach walked out and asked Chuck, "You gonna be OK? I can pull you."

Dipper saw Chuck shake his head and heard him mutter, "I think laying off practice last week put me off my game. I'll stay in."

In the top of the fourth inning, Mike, first up, got a single, and Chuck matched it. Coach called for time out and said, "Pines, you're faster. Go in as a pinch runner for Monohan."

Though he felt a flutter of anxiety, Dipper did. He led off second, tense, ready to jump back if the Blues pitcher suddenly turned and threw to the second baseman. Like Chuck, the Blues pitcher seemed to have lost some steam, and JD blasted his first pitch into a hard liner into the gap and dug out on what looked to be a double—but the right fielder scooped it up and got it to first in time to hold him.

But Dipper, running full out, tagged third, saw the coach motion him, and, imagining the Gobblewonker nipping at his heels, blasted for home. He could hear Mabel, not leading a cheer, but just screaming "Go, Bro, go, go, GO!"

The catcher stepped up, mitt raised, and Dipper fell into a slide, raising dust. The ball smacked the mitt. Dipper's cleats touched home plate, the catcher tagged his calf, and the ump yelled, "Safe!"

The crowd went wild. Well, mostly Mabel went wild, but still. He had tied the game again, 3-all.

There the Panthers lost their luck. One man out on a pop fly, and then a double play ended their chance to pull ahead.

Chuck didn't look as if he felt well when he stood on the mound. But he bore down and struck out the first two Blues at bat—the second out was actually their first man in the rotation. Then he got two strikes past the third batter—and as he wound up for the third pitch, all at once he tottered and went down on one knee, the ball on the ground, his right hand going out to brace himself. He croaked, "Coach!"

Waylund, Dipper, and the other Panthers hustled out. "What's wrong, Chuck?" Coach asked.

"Real dizzy," Chuck gasped. "Better take me out."

The crowd applauded as Waylund helped Chuck to the dugout, and Dipper saw Mr. and Mrs. Taylor coming down from the bleachers, looking anxious. Waylund sent in Jon J as replacement pitcher, and he did his best, but Chuck's second near-faint had shaken up him and the other Panthers, and Jon J let another two Blues batters on base before the next one got a single, pulling the Blues ahead by one run. Then he pulled it together and struck the last man out.

Dipper hastily trotted in to ask Chuck how he was feeling. Chuck, huddled on the bench, shrugged miserably. "We'll take him back to the doctor," his dad said.

"Not until the game ends," Chuck said firmly. "Just a little dizzy."

It might have gone better if he'd gone then. The Panthers, keenly aware that Chuck was sick and was watching them, lost their concentration. They fought the game out, even managing another run in the top of the seventh, but it ended with a Blues win, 9-4.

Dipper had missed an easy catch and had fanned three pitches, striking out in the worst way possible. As soon as the game ended, the Taylors took Chuck away—he was walking under his own power, at least—and the team morosely apologized to the coach.

"Forget it, men," he said. "I'll stay in touch with the Taylors and get word out to you if it looks serious. Let's hope it isn't."

"We're all hoping," Mabel said. She had come into the dugout, and tears stood in her eyes.

In the back seat of the family car, as their mom and dad stood outside talking about the game—and probably Chuck's illness—Dipper said to Mabel, "I'm going over to the Taylors' this afternoon."

"I'm coming too," she said.

"If you want. Listen, do me a big favor. You get Chuck and his dad aside somehow. I have to talk to Mrs. Taylor."

"About what?"

Dipper's voice was grim: "About a family ghost."

To be continued

Note from the Authors: This was just an idea I had but the one who really worked his magic and wrote almost all of this is none other than BillEase. He’s an amazing author who usually hangs out at fanfiction.net. Don’t pass up on a chance to check out his stuff. This guy is AMAZING. He wrote the story, I just gave the plot.

#gravity falls #gf #au #baseball #dipper pines #mabel pines #dipper and mabel #mabel and dipper #wendy #wendy corduroy #dipper and wendy #wendip #fanfic #fanfiction #Dipper Steps Up #northwest mansion mystery #chapter 6

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butchoneal · 7 years

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Where The Hell Is My Brother?

Butch: {I’d been so wrapped up in getting things arranged at the warehouse that I was out of touch with everything else around me. Nothing made that more clear than learning the fact that my own brother was MIA. I went to the PT room to ask him a question about the ‘non lethal’ bullets that I’d be using on the trainees only to find that he’d been gone for days now.} What the hell?! Seriously?! And no one thinks to tell me this shit? {I felt like the worst brother ever. And I probably was. But hey, give me a break, this was still new to me. I hadn’t really talked with any of my siblings in so long I was sure they assumed I was dead in a ditch by now. So yeah, I was a terrible brother. Well that shit needed to stop right now. Why hadn’t anyone gone after him? I tried finding Payne and came up with nothing on that end either. What the fuck? People are just abandoning ship left and right and here I am sitting here holding my dick like a douchebag. Well that kind of thing just wasn’t in me. I never just sat back and let things happen if I felt that I could do something about it. Manny was so happy… well… up until recently… Shit! I cursed some more under my breath. All of the signs were there. I just hadn’t paid attention. Okay. So. That one got fucked up. Let’s stop beating yourself up and figure out a way to fix this mess. First thing was first, I had to find the fucker. I started at all the usuals. His place, the hospital, the stables, race track, a number of bars. Yeah, nothing. I started to get a bad feeling about this. I didn’t like where my head was going. It was like deja vu. I could clearly see the moment when I was ready to walk out the door of the manse and never come back. V stopped me. He stopped me so that he wouldn’t have to kill me. SHIT! I raced through the Pit and dove on V’s four toys. Yeah, I know, I wasn’t supposed to use them. Fuck that noise. This was important! I quickly found Manny’s credit card info and tracked him all the way down the East coast. Double shit! He went to his mom’s. Clear the hell away from Caldwell. This was bad! Really bad! I looked up my rotation schedule and calculated how long it would take me to get to Florida and back. This no daylight thing was seriously going to fuck me over. If I drove, it was going to take me three nights just to get down there! Natch. I could take the red eye and be there in under three. I think we have a winner! I made doubly sure that my rotation was covered for the next couple of nights and booked the flight. This was something that couldn’t wait. And I couldn’t tell anyone about it because then they might give me the gruesome task and I was NOT going to do that. I even went to the lengths of avoiding Vishous at this point. I didn’t want him to pick something out of my brain and I was sure I was broadcasting like an m’fer. My leg had developed a permanent twitch, that had my foot tapping out a pattern the entire way to Florida. He must not know. That was the only thing I could think of. Manny didn’t know that humans weren’t allowed to leave once they were brought in on all the secrets. I probably broke every speed limit created in a rush to get my rental car to his mom’s house. At least I wasn’t caught because I couldn’t do that neat little mind trick thing. My gaze ran over the property with a kind of training that was ingrained in me. I took in all manner of details before raising my hand and giving the door a patented cop knock. Hopefully he was here.}

Manny: -I've been sitting and staring at the same glass of watered down Lag, for the past three hours. This little escape of mine was suppose to provide insight, and cure me of my fucking issues; that's a big fuck you very much on that. No insight or cure came to me in the days I've been away from @Payne_BDBRW and the Brotherhood, instead things were getting worst each day … no each hour away from Payne. So much worst that I spent night and day in the warm welcoming embrace of a bottle of Lag, so I wouldn't have to go asleep and experience the night terrors that haunted me.

A loud knock sounded through the condo, I checked the clock on the wall it was getting a little late; my mother had left for bingo an hour ago. She'd be gone for a while, anyone seeking her would know her routines; I pushed myself off the overstuffed couch and wearily check through the peephole. The curse that left me must have been heard upon the other side of the door, because I saw my half brother’s face as his bulky frame boxed the door frame. Opening the door I step aside letting him in, not like I had much choice in the matter; if I had ignored him he would have found a way in one way or another.-

“ I thought I made myself perfectly fucking clear to @Vishous_BDBRW, when I told him to go fuck himself and walked out of that mansion…

So tell me why are you here? On his behalf or on your own little mission to save my fucking soul?”

Butch: {I came into the room and swept my gaze left to right in a quick assessment of the place. Would there be someone here already? I tried to think of which other Brother had the night off. My mind was racing a mile a minute through all of the worst case scenarios. I was over exaggerating things. I knew it. It was better to be ready for the shit to hit the fan rather than forget your umbrella. I whipped back around when the words coming out of Manny's mouth finally registered in my brain. My face wrinkled and I tilted my head, like a new perspective might help me understand the words better.} You told V to go fuck himself? And why was that? Cause I seem to be a little foggy here. {I went to the back window and peeked out into the dark night before coming back to my brother.} You visiting your mom? Or are you running, Manny? There is a big fucking difference in the two. And from what it sounds, seems to be more the later. {I made my way to another window and looked out it. I itched for my weapons but it was damn hard to get those to pass through an airport.} Your soul is what it is, Manny. I'm no priest. {This time I spoke more out into the night instead of turning back around.} I ever tell you what happened to me when I decided that I was a fucking worthless waste of space at the manse and tried to leave?

Manny:

-Barking out a laugh, when asked why I'd told Vishous to go fuck himself; I always told him to do so. Problem was this time I meant it, I was just a case of Humpty Dumpties; and the brotherhood were all the king's men, if I had stayed they would have tried fruitlessly to put me back together again. Lord knows they're stone cold killing machines, with loads of that ooey gooey toll house cookie dough inside of them; the poor bastards had good hearts every last one of them.

It was the second real reason I left Payne being the first reason, I couldn't allow any of them to waste their time trying to fix me; not when there was a war to fight on two fronts and shellans and kids to take care of. Butch might have the biggest heart of all of them, part of me was happy he was here the rest of me hated him for it; the last thing the stubborn bastard needed was another Janie like issue in his life. -

“You mean aside from my usual reasons? The bastard wanted to play doctor with me. “

-picking up my watered down lag, I toss its contents in the sink and poured another glass; handing it to Butch I take the bottle and return to the couch, resuming my lost cause kill me now pose.-

“ No you haven't told me that tale. The facts are simple with me Butch, I'm a broken egg and the brotherhood are the fools that would waste time trying to put me back together; cause none of them knuckle heads have read humpty fucking dumpty. They have better things to do then trying to fix me, they face war with not one but two enemies; they're burning the candle on both ends as it is now. I need to fix my shit brother, I can't depend on the brotherhood to do it.”

Butch: {Something about his statement struck me as odd. Vishous playing doctor with him? I turned from the window to watch Manny moving around the room. I read body language like few others could. Years of watching people I guess. Thing was, this time, I could relate. It was all eerily familiar. I pursed my lips and moved closer, taking up a spot in an easy chair. Things seemed to be safe here for now, I could take a load off for a little while.} Not everyone gets Vishous. {I took the offered drink with a slight raise of the glass in salute.} Thanks. {I settled back in and nursed the Lag.} Thing is. He doesn't open his mouth like that unless it's important. He's not what you call a people person. He'd rather stay up in his head then spew anything close to an emotion that isn't anger. So... {I let that hang there for a minute to take another sip.} The fact that he said anything to you that didn't involve 'fuck' and 'you' flat out amazes me. Considering your history and all. {I shrugged like it didn't matter anyway. I scratched a thumb nail down the side of my face as I mulled over this whole thing. It was a cluster right now but that didn't mean that it would stay that way.} You have that all backwards but I do see where you are coming from. Thing about the Brotherhood that I had to learn is that they really are just like a big family. They want to see you succeed and they care about you. Here's the thing though, they aren't trying to fix you. They are just... there. Always there. They've all gone through their own shitfests. Trust me. All of them. Through it all they come out the other side and grow stronger. You're a part of that now whether you want to believe it or not. {I took another, longer drink before starting in again.} I got dragged into the mess as a human. I thought that I'd finally found some kind of great purpose in my life. Here I was, a cop who always watched criminals going free just because some lawyer found a loophole or some dumbass dropped the ball in the chain of evidence. It was maddening to spend all that time catching them only to have to turn them free the next day. What vampires are fighting though, now that shit is legit. Instant punishment. No fuzzy gray area. Good fighting evil to make other's lives better. It was like a wet dream. I wanted in on that action. But I was only a human. 'Can't take Butch. He might get hurt. Those Lesser will mess him up. No, he has to stay home for his own safety.' I've never ridden a desk in my life and I sure as hell wasn't about to start. So I said fuck it. They didn't want me out there and I couldn't stay put. It wasn't in me. I packed my things and headed straight for that door. Vishous stopped me. {I finished the drags left in the bottom of the glass and rested it on my knee.} See, the thing is, I'd been with them for so long at this point that they couldn't just scrub my mind. There was no mind wipe out there that was going to leave me free and clear. I knew too much. Was already committed without even knowing it. I couldn't simply walk away. V would have had to kill me. I told him to do it. I couldn't live like that, kept up in the big house without a purpose. It would have killed Vishous but he would have done it. He asked me to wait. Said he was looking into another option. And that's how I became a vampire. {I looked up from the glass that I'd been spinning to see if my brother really understood why I was so freaked out right now.}

Manny:

-The wheels in my mind started working overtime as I listened to butch’s story, I started working on plans to fix my mental state of mind; part of me picking up on the concerned note in his voice as he mentioned him trying to leave. It truly did sound like Butch was worried they send someone after me, all because I knew too much and was a human whom left their ranks.

I needed to find the right words to put his mind at ease, he needed to know Wrath had decreed I was allowed to come and go as I pleased. How do you tell someone you're safe, and their trip was kind of pointless but you appreciated it nonetheless; without sounding like a complete asshat?-

“ Butch you need to understand something, yes our stories are similar as we both have come into the fold of the brotherhood as humans; but it kind of ends there. I have permission to come and go as I please, especially where my mother may be concerned; and partly because with Jane being officially dead I'm the only one with the resource to get all the medical gear and tech for the brotherhood without any eyebrows being lifted.

I left not because I felt like a cat in a dog kennel, but because my mental stability is putting every life in that manse at risk; every time I hold a knife to one of you brothers or the shellans. I risked not only Beth’s life, but that of her child’s life when I delivered the heir. All because I knew mentally I was unfit to continue medical work; my pride got in the way and it didn't stop at Beth and her young.

I went on to do a surgery upon calli, because I made it through all these surgeries without incident I figured I could continue to quietly fight my demons; then last week I was making love to my mate…. The fiery passions that consumed her and I was enough, to crack the cage of those demons and let them out into the open. In plain sight of Payne and Vishous….

My life like yours had held little meaning to it, without the ability to do what I was bred to do. I took off in an attempt to fix me, so I could fix others. To do that I had to leave all those I loved behind me, my mind is a ticking time bomb; having been a cop I have no doubt you've seen your share of PTSD… It doesn't mix well in our professions, since we hold lives in our hands on a daily basis.” -Taking a swig from the bottle, I scrub my free hand over my face; my frustration and tiredness leeching all the fight I had in me out. I looked back up at Butch, trying to grasp at what was going through his mind now.-

Butch: So you do plan on coming back? {I felt like I could breathe a little easier. Hell, I even relaxed more in the chair that I was sitting. I set the empty glass down and scrubbed both of my hands over my face. Was this still a cluster? Well, yes. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel. The tunnel might be a long one but that was just the way of things like this.} Cause I have to admit, bro, this looked like running to me and I'm sure the thought has crossed other's minds. {Not to mention Payne. Shit. I wondered how she was taking all of this. I know I would be going ballistic.} Wrath isn't an unreasonable guy. It's not like I was locked down 24/7 in the manse either. Leaving for good is a whole other ball of wax though. They take that shit seriously. You might think I'm stupid for flying my ass all the way down here but I'll be dipped in shit if I watch you get killed when all you need is time. By the way, serious TMI on the 'fiery passion' there. And you kinda make it sound like V was watching it go down. Which is just ten kinds of fucked up. {I barked out a shuddered laugh before going quiet. I stared out across the room, seeing the ghosts of my past parading in front of me as he talked about his PTSD.} We aren't as different as you think we are. I've had my fair share of things that haunt me every damn day. {Entirely too many dead bodies. Victims that had only me to find justice for what was done to them. Like a thousand voiceless screams as they stared up at me with glassy eyes. Violent, senseless murders. The ones that hit the worst were the cases that I never solved. They came back to shout in my head on the regular. 'Look at what was done to me! How could you let them get away with this?!' I cleared my throat and brought my eyes back into focus.} One foot in front of the other. {I shrugged it off, leaning forward with my empty glass held out.} How bout a refill? {I flashed half a grin.} Humor your brother and share a few drinks with me before I have to go back. I hope you got more than that bottle or I'm going to have to make a run.

Manny:

-Butch’s presence here was making it increasingly harder to say no, to coming back to the mansion with him; without a doubt I was missing Payne like crazy. Hell if my resolve to stay wasn't wavering hard, like an addict going through mad withdrawals of their addictions.

Part of me wanted to say no, and stick to my guns;but an even bigger part said to go to your woman. It was hard to tell which part I would side with at the current moment, maybe butch was right another bottle of lag could only add more clarity to the situation at hand right? Yeah wishful thinking and everything in me knew it.

Walking over to the corner bar of my mothers den, I look for another bottle; the night was growing later and later. Butch wouldn't be catching any flights tonight so that meant, a run was indeed in need. I toss him the keys to my Porsche with a small smile.-

“ looks like you may be staying the night, if that's the case we do need another run. Unfortunately you are more sober than I, so you're driving us. My Porsche will be quicker than any rental you'd get from the airport.”

-Pointing over my shoulder to a spot next to a ficus to the left of where I had been sitting, three swooning empties of lag stood sloppily at attention for his inspection.-

Butch: I kinda figured I'd be here at least one night. Not like I was going to club you over the head and drag you back or anything. {My brow rose at the mention of driving the Porsche. I tilted to the side to take a look at all the lone soldiers kicking it by the plant. It reminded me of what I use to do every night after work when I was human. No judgement here. I'd lost myself in drink too many times to count.} I know you must be fucked up if you are letting me drive that car. No worries though, I'm an excellent driver. I know how to take down a fleeing suspect with one solid ram. {My fist made impact with the palm of my other hand. A wicked grin took over my face. I jingled the keys with brows wagging.} I'll take reeeeeaaaalll good care of her. {Jumping up out of the comfortable chair I was lounging in.} Better get a move on before all the good places close. {A few bags of burgers seemed in order as well. It was never good to get that plastered on an empty stomach. He was still human after all.} I'll be back in a few. You just chill and be glad that you are throwing up in your car. Maybe I'll even get to meet your mama.

#BDBRW

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pajama-nerd · 7 years

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More Alexis stuff

So I made an offhand comment last time about Alexis and Kynan being commiserate lovers pining over Vox Machina together and my brain ran with it, and the lesson here is to stop giving my brain ideas.

So they find Kynan

First of all, Alexis almost kills him for stabbing Keyleth, because how dare.

But then Vax starts shouting about how Kynan is his, and how the boy is with them? so Alexis is like, ‘fine, I won’t kill him, then, since you feel so strongly about it’ and settles for protecting Keyleth from further action by him (she puts herself between Keyleth and the boy like a shield because she’s dramatic and mildly suicidal that way)

Then, post battle, Vax gets his explanation from Kynan and tells him to do as he’s told, so Alexis puts herself in charge of that. Including, when they go into the mansion for the night, ordering him to drink a glass of water laced with sleeping potion, mostly so she wouldn’t have to worry about him doing something stupid in the night.

Then, back to Whitestone. Vax hands Kynan off to Jarret, they all go to the temple to resurrect Percival and then scold him. Percival goes and takes a nap. The rest of them go about their day and then set about getting massively drunk, because holy crap that was close.

And Kynan is there, and Vax goes and talks to him, and Alexis listens in, because that’s what she does. And Vax is worried about this kid, and is trying to convince him that life is worth going on with and that redemption is totally possible, but the kid is pretty clearly not convinced.

And Alexis watches this and is like, ‘well shit’. Because Vax is invested in keeping this kid alive, and Alexis is invested in helping Vox Machina achieve their various professional and personal goals (to a previously mentioned unhealthy degree in the vein of ‘if I focus all my efforts on other people, there won’t be time to think of how unhappy I am’)

And she’s fairly certain that she can convince Kynan to not give up.

But.

It involves using herself as an example. And she hates thinking of how she got to this point. There’s also the fact that there are only three people alive who know her story, and none of them are Vox Machina.

But she’s already bled for them, surely this won’t be too much more painful.

(story time!)

She was silent for a long time, after sitting next to Kynan at the table almost as soon as Vax had stood to leave. The young man watched her sit next to him with apprehension, casting a glance at Vax, who had stopped to look at Alexis with concern. After a moment of scrutiny that failed to provide information, Vax had given a hesitant but assuring nod to Kynan, who had relaxed somewhat at that, waiting for whatever it was that Vox Machina's strange companion had to say. He had waited so long now that he had gone back to contemplating the drink in front of him when she finally cleared her throat, eyebrows furrowing momentarily.

"Once upon a time," she started, making him blink. "There was a girl who believed that magic and heroes and adventure were fairy tales, made up by imaginative people to entertain the bored, and those who needed that sort of thing to escape the harsh realities of the world they lived in. She lived in a world of facts and concrete truths. The natural world behaved according to a set of rules that was mostly understood, and magic was not a thing that existed," she asserted, to his confusion, but she wasn't looking at him. She was staring down at the table, hands folded in front of her.

"In her world, what was called magic was nothing more than tricks with smoke and mirrors, wires, lights, sleight of hand. Complex devices and misdirection. Magic and Gods; Elves, Dwarves – Dragons?" She gave a dismissive gesture with one hand before folding them back together. "Fiction," she said.

"The girl grew up very clever, and thirsty for knowledge. She excelled at her studies, but that was not enough. She devoured knowledge the way most children devour sweets, and the more she learned, the more learning she craved, and there was always something more for her to learn. Very soon, she found that there were very few people who could keep up with her in conversation, and she was filled with a pride that fueled her hunger for still more knowledge. She thought, 'If I am the smartest person on Earth, then I can fix everything broken about it, because there will be nothing I cannot do," Alexis said.

She rolled her eyes and picked up her drink, taking a small sip of the wine within before setting it back down, still not looking up from the tabletop. Kynan was silent beside her.

"Between one heartbeat and the next, she was plucked from the world she had known all her life – with its rules and habits and histories – and dropped into a world that made no logical sense to her. Where there should have been science – pure, measurable, mostly predictable – there was instead magic, mayhem, and madness. Suddenly every fairy tale was real, and everything – plant, animal, person, and stone – was potentially life-threatening in a way that it hadn't been before. The food was suspect, she couldn't speak the language, many of the denizens were crude and strange and interested only in their own affairs. If not for the pity and kindness of strangers, she may well have died," Alexis went on.

She fell silent for a moment, worrying her lip between her teeth before shaking her head.

"Perhaps they should have left her to her own devices. Who can say? She certainly hadn't learned anything from the experience – except, of course, that there was now a whole new world of information for her to devour. And the knowledge that she already had was certainly of use, allowing her to start a reasonably profitable business designing and crafting items of wonder, of both mundane and magical make. She even made a couple friends. All was well, until it wasn't," she said, lifting her head for the first time since she sat down to look at Kynan. The young man sat in rapt, if confused silence. Alexis' eyes were tired, and haunted.

"What happened?" Kynan asked. Alexis blinked, eyes shifting away, and she looked back at the table.

"She took a job she shouldn't have. She traveled far and wide and learned to craft something both wondrous and terrible. It took a while, and the whole time she had doubts – lingering doubts in the back of her mind that wouldn't go away. She should have listened to them," she said, looking back at him with a wry, sarcastic hint of a smile. "But she was so terribly clever, you know. So smart. Smarter than anyone she'd met in the whole world. What could possibly go wrong?" She asked.

Bitterness twisted the hint of a smile into a frown and she looked back at her hands, which unfolded from each other and settled on the table on either side of her drink.

"The consequences were grave. Two friends she had come to care for deeply died because of her hubris. She was only able to save one, and even that came at a cost. A cost that is carried to this day and is a constant reminder of her error. She thought she was ready for anything," she said, looking at him again to see his realization of how her story related to him. She nodded before tilting her head. "But the world is largely cruel, and cold, and there are far too many forces out there ready and willing to show you just how wrong you are." She shook her head a little and shrugged. "It's inevitable. And when that happens – and it'll happen more than once – you have two choices: despair, or persevere. I chose perseverance," she told him, before nodding towards the other tables, where Vox Machina's mostly conscious members were gathered. "And this is where I am today. Take comfort – and hope – from that," she said, picking up her glass. "Anyone can fall down – it happens all the time. It's the getting back up that matters," she said, holding the glass out to him.

He was still for a moment, letting her words sink in, before a small, not quite smile of hope settled on his face, and he nodded, picking up his glass and gently clicking it against hers. They drank.

(end)

I have more on this, but I have to go to work, so

TO BE CONTINUED!!

#critical role #fanfiction #Alexis #OFC #my brain is not to be encouraged #Alynan #is their ship name now

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