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munsonmuses · 3 months

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Phantom Limb

Synopsis: going into the upside down is easier said than done, the journey draining, the goal unknown. But in your heart you know, you know he’s down there and you know he needs you.

Part five of spiritual reserves

Find part four here

Themes: the paranormal, grief, angst, longing, depictions of gore, vomiting, general distrust, possession

Warnings: gore, death, mentions of weaponry, medical gore, drug use, swearing, non sexual nudity

Word Count: 2.6k

You panted lightly as you regained your breath after the scream. Clearly shaken up as Steve came in, bat in hand as Nancy held her gun high over his shoulder. Aiming both directly at you as you lifted your hands in mild terror. Fear coursing through your body as you shakily exhaled. “I had a bad dream…but I think Eddie is alive. His body was wounded but not dead like Christina Cunningham or um…William Hargrove. Both were in the conditions they were found in during the police investigation. But Eddie was able to transform? His back grew these grey and leathery wings. He was cold and hateful…he chewed through my throat…I think that he’s alive but a vessel.” You explained while people filled the doorway. Piling into the cramped room to listen as you carefully pulled at your nails, picking at the skin around the cuticles. Eddie would have typically stopped you from doing that, and redirected that anxiety. You needed him to be here so badly right now.

“Like I was?…like…I think a lot of you weren’t here for this, but with the mind flayer…I was like a living vessel. He could use me to eavesdrop, to fight…to do whatever he needed truthfully, which wasn’t easy. We essentially cooked him out of my body. We got me really really hot…we scared him out of me…and I think we could do that too? We could use his weakness against him to get Eddie out.” Will bargained as Nancy frowned. “Then…all of you are going to stay here, and us adults will go.” Nancy whispered at you. “So it’ll be you, Steve, Robin, Argyle, Ginerva, Jonathan, myself…” she listed.

Gareth immediately stepped up. “We’re coming too…we’re coming with you and we’re fighting for Eddie. He’s our brother in arms. He’s family. Family sticks together.” Gareth reasoned harshly as Nancy went to feed him some bullshit about being too young, too feeble. Being cut off by Jonathan. “You can come…we were there age when this first started…we fought like hell while also taking tenth grade English.” Jonathan backed them up as a small lull filled the room. “I want you kids by the gate. Keep close enough to help, but not so close you’ll get caught. Understood?” He asked as the kids carefully gave in, agreeing as best as they could.

A dejected sigh left your body as you frowned to yourself. Standing and going to grab your purse. “Let’s go…we need to look for shit to arm ourselves.”

It was an agonizing drive through town, stopping everywhere possible for hairspray, lighters, and lighter fluid. Anything to produce a flame to take down the damned beasts that may be waiting for you all down there, Gareth’s arms piled to the brim with cans of aqua net. “This feels risky…” he murmured softly in frustration, earning a grunt of frustration from you, turning to face him.

“Gareth it’s stupid but it’s for Eddie…” you insisted as you drove through the access roads, stopping at the sight of Murray Bauman’s home. Remembering how much he’d done for everyone with the mind flayer. Pulling into his driveway as you climbed out, Gareth, Grant and Jeff nervously following as they frowned deeply to themselves.

“Isn’t this Murray Bauman’s place…? Isn’t he like crazy?” Grant whispered as you shushed him angrily. Knocking on the door as the buzzer went off. “State your business…oh it’s you…pain in my ass, I just got home from Russia what do you want kid?” He asked as you rolled your eyes bitterly. “I need a flamethrower. You weirdly feel like you’d have one…” you lamented, earning a frustrated sigh from the speaker. Followed by radio silence as you drummed your hands on your sides, the boys muttering in confusion before heading three sets of locks, two deadbolts, and a heavy piece of furniture move as the door pushed open.

Murray’s cigarette hung between his lips as he hummed. “Problem child…problem child’s friends…what do you need a flamethrower for?” He asked softly, earning the same spiel from earlier as he puttered his lips and nodded slowly in light understanding. Walking past the four of you and going to a small shed. Unlocking the nine padlocks and entering as he hummed carefully. Pulling four flamethrowers from the cramped room as he handed them out.

“Full of gasoline…ready to go…don’t die.” He muttered harshly as he carefully put out his cigarette and frowned. “Do not aim them at each other…” he ordered as he carefully looked the four of you over and chewed on his lower lip. Clearly stressed out at the whole situation. There was no hoax or theory to be proven…no lie. The only fact was even a stone cold atheist at could agree hell had cracked through the earth and gone to consume everyone in its wake. It was no act of terrorism, but something entirely otherworldly. Murray going back inside as you wished him luck, earning a sympathetic ‘you too kid’ from the dejected investigator.

“It looks like a heavy metal album…but so much scarier.” Gareth insisted softly as he carefully got into the car. Grant getting everything into the trunk and piling back into the car. The drive to the trailer park agonizing and silent. The familiar ache in your heart returning as your attention shifted to a memory. Humming lightly to yourself.

You dragged your bags into Eddie’s van as your mother yelled from the porch. Hurling insults, ranging from tame to truly hateful. Soon shifting to begging and apologies. Promises to get better as you sobbed softly. Eddie keeping the space between the two of you by threatening your mother with the police. Panting angrily as he watched you climb into the van, following carefully and speeding off in the van as your mother chased. Speeding along the road as he carefully reached over to hold your hand.

“You don’t have to live with that anymore…damnit you don’t have to live afraid anymore. It’s you and me now…” he insisted softly as he gently held your hand, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb as you hissed out a soft ‘thank you’, clearly still distraught as he frowned desperately. Wanting so badly to soothe your upset. Frowning to himself as he gently turned down the small road leading to the trailer park. Gently pulling into the driveway as he parked the car. Taking your hand and leading you to the back of the van.

“I believe you…” he whispered gently as he kissed your cheek lightly. “I believe you I promise. Your parents haven’t listened…nobody has. Whatever you saw at the mall I believe you. Whatever’s wrong with this town, I believe you…” he slowly sat back on the bench in the van and kept you close as he rubbed your cheek lightly. “I’m sticking by you…you’re safe now, you’re home…”

The words echoed, auto pilot driving having successfully taken you to the trailer park. The rest of the group waiting patiently by the massive gash in the earth, hissing up at you as you all carefully stared down at the chasm. Strapping the flamethrower to your back, Steve, Nancy and Robin following suit as you hummed nervously to one another. Wanting so desperately to see answers.

“The hole looks deeper…” you mumbled as you carefully took your lighter from your pocket. Tossing it down and watching it disappear as you counted the seconds. Hearing a distant ‘clink’ and nodding. Going to a nearby shed and grabbing a bundle of rope. Tossing it to Argyle who worked on tying it around the bumper of the car they’d come in. Carefully tossing the other end down as everyone prepared themselves.

“Jane…I need you to find Eddie in your mind for me please, his body…and tell us what the area around it looks like please…” you insisted as the girl frowned. “I can try…” she whispered as she frowned to herself lightly. “But no promises.” She insisted lightly as she carefully stepped back. Heading into the cramped and quiet shed as Gareth cleared his throat.

“If we die will we be ghosts too?…” he asked gently, no response from the group filling him with mild terror. Looking around. “Because I’m too young to die…I haven’t even asked Daphne Goodman to be my girlfriend…” he laughed nervously as Grant elbowed him lightly. Gentle banter amongst the boys earning a light grin from you. You could picture Eddie here right now, talking about how good Gareth was, how anybody would be lucky to have him, how wonderful he was.

Your enjoyment of the moment was interrupted by Jane carefully entered the conversation, stepping up to you as she frowned. “Big chair…a really big chair and a big square table…” she whispered as Gareth stepped forward. “It’s the uh…the game room…” he whispered. “In the high school…it’ll be by the a/v room…” he whispered as you nodded. Going back towards the hole as Argyle and Jonathan chose to stay back, watching over the kids as best as they could.

You took the end of the rope, swallowing your terror before falling back, holding tight as your weight shifted. Up becoming down and left becoming right as you shrieked in terror, side hitting the ground. The wind knocked out of you as you stared at the familiar walls of the trailer. Reeking with decay and death as you heaved. Moving out of the way just in time for Grant and Jeff to come falling in succession. Dragging them out of the way in order to keep them from being crushed by Nancy, Robin or Steve as they came down one by one. The orange-red film having been split open as you stared up at the kids.

“Don’t die please!” Dustin called as you nodded, giving up a thumbs up as you hummed lightly. Heading out of the trailer and stopping dead in your tracks.

Blood coated the ground, recognizing it from what you’d been told. How he fought a living storm till the very end. Tears brimming as you tried not to vomit, approaching the space and swallowed. A heavy exhale leaving you. This wasn’t the right spot, but it seemed as though his body had been dragged along the space. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to see where he’d died, but it felt unlikely.

“I don’t think there’s any bikes…so we might have to walk it,” you mumbled lightly as you got trudging, leading in the forefront as you noticed the eerie silence of the upside down. It wasn’t right, typically there was some sort of storm or guttural screech. The fear that came along with the upside downs typical antics was gone. Earning a whimper from yourself. Turning to face the group, you noticed the angered awe on the remaining band members faces.

“Has this been here all this time…holy fuck that’s my house…” Gareth whispered as he ran to catch up with you. Slowly taking your hand as you stopped to stare at him. You all weren’t close, so his touch was new and confusing. “We do this together…and we take him home.” He insisted softly as you pat his shoulder. Continuing the long and exhausting walk till the high school came into view.

Steve helped pry the door open, easing everyone in one by one as you carefully walked ahead. Stepping over writhing vines and demo dog corpses, Jeff stopping to look at the murdered quadruped and humming. “So you’ve all been fighting this the past three years?” He asked as Robin hummed. “Give or take yeah…”

Your focus was away from your band of misfits, taking the doorknob of the cramped little classroom in your hand. Noticing the smeared trail of blood was leading underneath. Carefully opening up the door and freezing up lightly.

His body was sat atop the throne, vines and tendrils holding tight. Keeping him propped up with outstretched arms, as if welcoming newcomers. Head limply hanging forward as you shivered harshly. Slowly stepping forward and walking around the base of the throne. The vines coming from the floor beneath as you lifted the barrel of the flamethrower. Hands on the trigger as you looked at your friends. None moving, understanding this was your own personal vindication. Your own battle.

You discharged, fire causing the flesh of the tendrils to blister and flay. Curling up and fighting to keep their grasp on Eddie as you panted, tears rolling as your breathing became vengeful, rabid even. Screaming in desperation as you kept the constant stream going. Watching as his body fell forward into the table. Moving to hold him as you heaved. Feeling around his neck before nodding. “He has a pulse…but he’s comatose. I need help carrying him.” You plead as Jeff came forward, helping pick him up before a guttural growling was heard down the hall. Eyes going wide as you frowned. “We need to fucking go, now-“ you insisted.

Steve opened the door, met by a thin but hateful demogorgon as he discharged his flamethrower, the creature gurgling and swinging back as its skin blistered and bubbled. Blood boiling to the surface as Nancy led everyone out and past Steve, attempting to make it past and out the door. Steve moving to catch up as the creature attempted to regain its composure.

“Fucking shit we need to use a car, fuck silence right now-“ you demanded harshly as you went searching, stopping at a hatchback as you wrenched the door open. Feeling along the dashboard and finding the keys. Starting up the car as Nancy held the door open, Steve leaping in as you tore off down the road. Being chased by demo dogs and snarling bats. Fewer in numbers than expected, but willing to fight for another bite to fill their desperate stomachs. Chasing the car as fast as they could as you swerved down the road, Grant’s head slamming into the window, the trunk of the car barreling through a duo of beasts that had been hot on the cars trail.

Tears rolled as you panted, not willing to let anything take this moment from you. Managing to swing into the parking lot of the trailer park and clamoring out. Everything was seemingly moving in slow motion as you went to the door, yanking it open and having everyone pile in. Slamming the door as the beasts outside slammed into the trailer. Rocking it as you all ran to the rope, wrapping portions around your fists and wrists before pulling taut. “Fucking drive Byers!” You shouted, hearing his car kick into gear as it sped forward. Your weight lurching and wrist aching as you were dragged back through just as the door was breached. Gnashing teeth just missing your ankles as you were dragged back up to the right side up. Hitting the ground and gaining a nasty case of road burn as you all heaved. Having been down there long enough to notice the sun had gone down, the dusky air refreshing on your sweaty skin.

Jeff gently lied Eddie down as you raced over, lifting his shirt to notice wounds closed but viciously scaring. Feeling his chest, weak pulsing and no breathing as you worked on CPR. Frantically working as you counted out beats. “I need you to wake up, wake up for me…” you plead as you whimper, feeling a weak squeeze on your shoulder, recognizing it as Eddie’s grasp. Likely whatever limbo his soul was in was finally letting him go, back into its proper vessel.

Your pumping was interrupted by a deep and heavy breath filling his chest, body lurching upright as he threw up. Panting and crying for air as he held his chest. Trying desperately to calm down as everyone stood back, watching what was essentially a corpse come back from the dead as you moved to hold his hair back.

“Breathe…breathe slow and deep baby…” you plead as he heaved lightly. Carefully reaching back and grasping your wrist as he weakly smiled. Licking his mucky teeth.

“Heya Sweetheart…”

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kittyt-hexxed · 11 months

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A Place for You - Part Three

Post-Santa Barbara!Ellie x Ex-Firefly!POC!Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Final Part

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: TLOU2, Apocalyptic Religious Community, Attempted Kidnapping, Murder, Flashbacks, You and Ellie take in a teenager, Raising a traumatized teenager, References to Joel, Ellie brings home a baby

Summary: You and Ellie run into some snatchers during a supply run. In the process of getting away from them, you end up taking in a teenager they picked up. The young girl ends up finding a place among your little family.

~ Late Winter of the Year 2045 ~

“LET ME GO, YOU FUCKER!” You scream, thrashing around and trying to break their hold on you. They had taken your gun and were dragging you over to their vehicle. You called them Snatchers. People who drove around and snatched people off of the streets. No one knew why, but you knew people they took never returned. The Fireflies made it their mission to kill them whenever a truck was spotted. The fewer of them around, the better.

You had been traveling with Ellie, heading to the closest city to raid one of the Veterinary Clinics. They were the only places people didn’t break into when shit went down. You knew that they would have a bunch of needles and medical equipment you could use for your animals. You were leaving the city and these fuckers had come out of nowhere. One of them got the jump on you and earned himself a knife to the head. Unfortunately, his buddies didn’t take too kindly to that and here you are now.

You brace your feet against the back of the truck, refusing to let them throw you in. You can see other people in there handcuffed and looking at you with wide eyes. A lot of them are wounded or covered in dirt which means they’ve been there for a while. Another snatcher comes around and tries to grab your legs when his blood splatters onto the truck and he drops to the ground. Dead. That sends the whole group into a panic.

The guy that has you tries harder to throw you into the truck, so you can’t see which direction that shot came from. Either way, the guy restraining you suddenly stops and his hold on you vanishes. You catch yourself from falling and you hear his body hit the ground. A glance at him shows blood rapidly pooling onto the road underneath his head. Running off of pure adrenaline, you grab your gun and bag from him and run for cover.

“Y/n, run! Run as far as you can and hide!” Your mother hisses at you, shoving you toward the back of the store.

“Hey. Hey, darlin’. It’s okay.” You blink and see Ellie crouched in front of you, blood splattered across her face and torso, “They’re dead. They’re all dead.”

“All?” You question airly. You feel like you are detached from your body as your heart hammers in your chest. It was the most common sign of your attacks, especially when they involved your parents.

“All of ‘em.” Ellie confirms, wiping some blood from your cheek, “You know I wouldn’t have let them take you, sweetheart. You’re safe, okay?” She pulls you into her arms, squeezing you tightly to her chest. You’re trembling. Shaking so badly that Ellie sits down and sits you on her lap, curling her body around you to bring you more comfort.

“I-I...” You stutter, burying your face in her neck.

“I know, beautiful. You haven’t had an attack in a while and this was clearly a trigger for you.” Ellie whispers, smoothing your hair back, “Go ahead and cry. We’re secure in here.” You feel safe in your wife’s arms and allow yourself to cry. The grief and sheer panic from your parents’ deaths wash over you again. You sob, mourning the life that you lost with them. Even when you thought you had moved on, the grief came back to haunt you. Sometimes it’d be in the way you arranged the bouquet on the table, the same way your father used to. Or, how you’d cut the sleeves from Ellie’s shirt like your mother would. Your wife holds you in her arms until you calm down, kissing your forehead and whispering affectionately to you.

“We need to start our walk back home before the final storm of the season rolls in.” You mumble into her neck, “We don’t want to get caught in the city.”

“I know.” Ellie hums, letting you get up, “We need to get out while it’s still light out.” She stands up, adjusting her sniper, and takes your hand, guiding you back to the front door. Through the glass, you can see all of the dead snatchers and as you step outside you can see one with her throat cut. ‘That’s probably how Ellie got blood on herself.’ You observe the mess, frowning at the dead people in the back of the truck.

“I hate snatchers.” You sigh, “If there’s a chance of escape, they kill everyone they’ve taken. There’s always one person dedicated to that.”

“It was her.” Ellie kicks the woman you looked at earlier, “Gunned ‘em down while I was distracted. Fucker.”

“There’s nothing we can do now. Raid their bullets and we’ll head out.” You tell her, checking the bodies for spare ammo. You don’t mind leaving the guns behind, but you’d take all the ammo you could get your hands on.

“Help…” A weak voice sounds from in the truck. You jump up, whipping your gun out as you stare into the truck. Ellie comes around the side, her gun out as well as she raises an eyebrow at you.

“Please… I-I don’t want to die here.” The voice says again. They sound young and that makes you feel apprehensive.

“Is that a kid?” Ellie mutters and you nod. You creep forward, checking to make sure the people close to you are dead as you open the back. Ellie helps you move the bodies and at the back of the truck you see a young girl wedged in the corner. She turns to you, eyes widening as she notices that you have your gun trained on her.

“Were you shot?” You ask, looking her over. She’s wearing a black hoodie, so if she was shot you can’t see it in the shadows. Her arms are cuffed to the seat so you’d have to find the key. You weren’t worried about her having any weapons as the snatchers took all of those from the people they captured. If she wanted to fight you, you’d be getting physical.

“Yes. Shoulder. That guy blocked me.” She motions to the guy next to her with multiple wounds, “Please let me out. I’ll just starve to death or an infected will get me. Either way, it’ll be a slow one.”

“Honey?” You call to your wife.

“I have the key. We’ll let you go but you wait for her to exit the truck and then we’ll call for you to come out. Any aggressive moves toward my wife and I’ll shoot you dead, kid.” Ellie growls, “Got it?”

“Got it.” The girl immediately responds. You slowly back out of the trunk, keeping your gun trained on her as you accept the key from Ellie. The girl watches you with hopeful eyes as you undo the handcuffs, tuck the key back into your pocket and leave the truck. Your wife quickly looks you over, quietly confirming that you’re unharmed before turning back.

“Come on out with your hands up. Slowly.” Ellie advises and you watch as the girl gets up, slowly making her way to the end. You and Ellie walk back as she drops down into the light, hissing in pain from jostling her shoulder. Now that she’s in the light, you can see how beat up she is. A busted lip and bruised cheek cover her fair skin and you can tell she hasn’t slept in a good amount of time. But, you can’t help but feel a little dumbfounded. You and Ellie share a confused glance. The girl looks like she could be your kid. She looks like a mixture of you and Ellie, other than her bright red hair. You shake your head to chase away the shock.

“She’s going to check you over for bites. I know the snatchers would have already but we have to keep an eye out on our own.” You indicate to Ellie as she lowers her gun and moves closer, “What’s your name? How old are you?”

“Venus.” She responds nervously as Ellie checks her over, “I-I’m thirteen.”

“Venus.” You raise an eyebrow, “Like the planet?” What are odds of that?

“Like the… Goddess?” Venus says, “That’s what my mother had told me, at least.”

“What happened to her? Your mom?” Ellie steps back, giving you the go-ahead to lower your gun, “She’s all clear. Not even a scratch.”

“Dead. She was infected when our group got ambushed. I don’t know my father, either. It’s just me.” Venus sighs, exhausted. You look up at the sky and note that the clouds are getting thicker. You’d have to leave now if you wanted to make it out of the city before snowfall. If you move quickly, you’ll make it to the shelter before then.

“Babe, we’ve got to go.” You remind Ellie, “Snowstorm.”

“Alright. We’re leaving.” Ellie nods at you and turns back to the kid, “We set you free, so don’t you dare follow us. I’ll shoot you if I catch you.” She wraps an arm around your waist, narrowing her eyes at the kid. Ellie was more protective over you now that you’re married. You laughed at her one day because you told her that she reminded you of Joel and she profusely disagreed… in a very Joel fashion. The next morning she had begrudgingly agreed before heading out into the field. That old man lived on in her, and you knew Ellie took comfort in that.

“Wait! Please!” Venus panics, taking a few steps to you, “Please let me come with you! I’ve been with these people for weeks and I don’t even know where I am. The last place I remember was Indiana, and I’ve got no one but myself. No weapons, no food or water, and just the clothes on my back. I’m a walking dinner for the infected. Please.” She begs you, making you frown. This world was a cruel place. It left no one untouched, not even the ones who thought they were safe in a QZ. You could remember being that age, losing your parents, and having to figure things out on your own. You were lucky enough to have the homestead and Scout. You couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling having nothing.

“Stand there while we talk. Don’t move.” You state before grabbing Ellie and pulling her away a bit, “...We can’t leave her here to die. She’s lucky that we’re the ones who set her free and not some fucked up assholes.” You whisper.

“I… I know.” Ellie exhales heavily, rubbing her eyebrows, “She’s too young to be out here on her own. We’ve got to take her, but if she tries anything that puts us in danger we’re leaving her on the side of the road.”

“So, we agree on this?” You meet her eyes. You knew Ellie was being serious about leaving her behind. If there was a chance anyone would put you in danger, she’d get rid of them.

“We agree on this.” With a nod, you and Ellie turn back to the girl. When she realizes you’re done talking, she’s looking at you with hopeful eyes. She really didn’t have anyone else if she was still here.

“You’re coming with us.” You tell her, “But any funny business-”

“You’ll shoot me.” Venus grins, rocking on her feet, “Got it.”

“Come on then.” Ellie tucks her gun away, but takes out her switchblade, “We’re on a tight schedule.” Venus comes over to you two and you start walking back to your route. A subtle white Firefly symbol marks the street you need to head down. Ellie found it interesting that you continued to use Firefly passages. They were the safest in cities. Perfectly cleared out and fixed up so the infected couldn’t get inside. Other people who weren’t Fireflies wouldn’t know how to access them, either.

“So… can I get a gun?” Venus asks after five minutes of silence.

“No.” You and Ellie chorus, getting a groan from the kid. You continue to walk in silence, slipping into a building with a fake chained door. The red lights make the hallway appear eerie, but you continue down it anyway.

“Fuck.” Ellie mutters randomly, making you raise an eyebrow at her, “…I really am like my old man.” Her shoulders deflate and you can’t help but laugh. Ellie scoffs and playfully shoves you, making you laugh some more.

You got to the shelter outside of the city just in time. You didn’t have time to remove the bullet from Venus’ shoulder, so you moved slower. When you got inside, you sat her down to take care of the wound while Ellie secured the perimeter. You dig out the first-aid you have stashed and sit down next to Venus.

“Uh, what are you going to do?” Venus looks at the forceps in your hands wearily.

“I have to remove the bullet. It’s not a clean shot.” You say, flicking on your lighter, “These will take it out and then I’m going to stitch you back up.”

“How do you know how to do this?”

“Rule one about living in the middle of nowhere? You know how to handle every wound possible. My momma made sure I knew how to stitch myself up.” You chuckle, thinking about the times your mom made you stitch up your own wounds, “Deep breath, kid.”

“De- AH!” Venus shouts as you put the forceps into her wound, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She curses as you dig out the bullet. You try to keep a grin off of your face as you pull it out but her reaction makes that impossible. Now you understand why your mother laughed at you.

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” You tease her. She’s breathing heavily, looking at you like you’re crazy. ‘I probably do sound crazy to her.’ You see Ellie come in over her shoulder and she gives you a thumbs up. The building is secure. You wouldn’t have to worry about infected as much in this weather, but it didn’t mean the possibility was zero.

“Yeah, no. It totally wasn’t like you were digging around in my body or anything. No big deal.” Venus grumbles, cursing when you pour some alcohol onto her wound, “Stop that!” You snort, holding back a laugh. You have to admit, being an ex-Firefly made you more hardened to this stuff.

“Wait until she does the stitches.” Ellie sits in the chair next to you, putting her boots up on the table, “I’m assuming you’ve never gotten them before since this is your first time being shot.”

“No. My mom never let me get involved with grown-up stuff. She and the others said I was too young. Anyone under sixteen wasn’t allowed to help the community and only focused on school.”

“It’s nice that she tried to shelter you. Keep you a kid longer.” You pull the needle and sutures out, “But, that’s a bad thing outside of QZs. That’ll get you killed… and right now you're about to learn why your mom kept you out of it.” With a lot of cursing and complaints, you stitch up Venus’ wound and make sure she’s secure before getting prepared for bed. You leave the room to open up the hidden stash that has your blankets and pillows. You take the blankets out and pause when you reenter the room. A smile graces your face when you see that Venus is slumped over and knocked out. Ellie is a few feet away and busy bringing the fire to life in the pit she had created.

“That was fast.” You chuckle, walking over to Ellie and kissing her cheek. She glances at the kid and nods her head.

“If she’s been with those guys for as long as she said? This is the first quality sleep she’ll get in a while. I wish she ate before passing out, but that can't be helped.”

“Do you think we made the right decision?” You start laying out the blankets around the fire, “Bringing her with us? I mean I feel bad for the kid, but do you think this is the right thing?”

“You know we’d feel bad if we left her behind. Probably turn back around and hunt her down just to drag her along.” Ellie stands and walks over to her, gently picking her up and placing her down on her blankets, “So, yes. I think we made the right decision.” You watch as Ellie delicately tucks her into the blankets to make sure she stays warm. ‘She’s out cold… She must feel safe with us to knock out like that.’

“Cuddle with me tonight?” You lay down on the thick comforter, holding your arms out to your wife. She chuckles and comes over, laying her gun down before crawling onto the sheet with you. There’s a moment of shifting around, Ellie pulling you into her chest and getting comfortable with you. You cuddle up to her feeling the exhaustion setting in. Your proximity to the fire heats up the blankets enough that you’re no longer feeling the chill in the air.

“We’re going to be here until the storm dies down.” Ellie says quietly, “It’ll give us time to get to know her. We need to teach her how to shoot if she’s staying with us.”

“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying the warmth radiating from her body.

“Life on the homestead will be hard for her to adjust to.”

“Mhm.”

“We might have to get her a dog.”

“Mhm.” You open your eyes, sleepily peering at Ellie as she giggles at you. ‘Do she just say we’d get her a dog?’

“Oh yeah, you’re too tired to hold a conversation right now.” You feel her chuckle, squeezing you to her body, “Get some rest, darlin’.” You nod and fall asleep in the arms of your lover.

You sing softly to yourself as you heat up breakfast and the smell of the tea fills the air. Ellie is laying down and sketching in her journal. You were likely to see a sketch of yourself if you took a peek at it. If she didn’t have a view to draw, she’d draw you instead. It was something you found sweet. Her desk at home was covered in pages of drawings and half of them had to be you.

“You know, you should ride my face when we get home.” Ellie says from behind you.

“Ellie!” You gasp in alarm, eyes darting over to the sleeping teenager, “There’s a child here!”

“She’s asleep. Besides, I’m warning you from now. I’ve been thinking about it this whole trip so I’m taking you the first chance I get.” The smirk on her face has you giving her an exasperated look,

“You know she’s going to be in the house.” You point out.

“And you know that you can’t hear shit in the rooms unless you’re in front of the door. Your family knew what they were doing.” Ellie wiggles her eyebrows.

“I hate you.” You laugh, pouring out the tea into her canteen, “Why don’t you go check the weather and be a menace somewhere else?” You hold out the warm drink to her. Ellie takes it from your hands with a grin, kisses your lips and leaves the room. You shake your head and place each of the cooked eggs onto a slice of bread. ‘We’ll have to go hunting at some point with an extra person to feed. It’ll be a good first lesson for her since most of it will come after winter.’ You sip your own tea, waiting for Venus to wake up so you can all eat. You end up zoning out, staring at the crackling fire until you hear movement from in front of you.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” You greet Venus. She blinks at you, rubbing her eyes as if she couldn’t believe you were still here. You couldn’t blame her. She probably thought you’d pack up and leave her here while she slept. Or, maybe she couldn’t believe that she was here.

“Morning.” Venus yawns, “What’s that?”

“Eggs and bread. I have some tea, too. It’ll wake you up.” You reach across and hand her a cup, “Once Ellie is back, we can eat.”

“I’ve… never had bread before.” Venus looks down at her cup, swirling the tea around, “I grew up in a small religious community and that kind of food wasn’t given to regular people. Things like that went straight to the offering pit.” Ellie comes back inside, holding up two fingers that make you chew the inside of your lip. You’d be here for two more days at most.

“Offering pit?” You tilt your head, “What’s that?”

“They placed certain foods on an altar to appease the Gods. If you were caught trying to steal from it, you were punished. My mom and a group of people fled from the community when the leaders slowly became overbearing. My mom would tell me that it reminded her of when women had no freedom, and she didn’t want me to grow up in that.”

“That sounds rough. I’m sorry you went through that. It seems like a lot of communities fell to oppressive leaders like the QZs.” Ellie sighs.

“It was the reason my mom and I ended up making our way to Indiana. We heard there was a better community there. We ended up caught up with some unsavory people and the commotion lured in a group of infected. My mom got bit when one of our group members pushed her into the way.” You can hear the pain in Venus’ voice, “She begged me to leave with the rest of the group, so I… did. The snatchers grabbed us two days after that. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows out here… not like I thought it would be.” She shifts her position on the floor, clearly uncomfortable with the thought.

“Well, now you’re with us.” Ellie hands her one of the sandwiches as she sits down next to you, “It may not be sunshine and rainbows, but if you stick with us… You’ll live long enough to see one.”

“You… are really bringing me along?” Venus gasps, “Seriously?”

“Listen.” You say firmly, “If we weren’t bringing you along, we would have left you to die or killed you ourselves. We’re not good people, but we’re not bad people either. We’re just trying to live our lives, and if we thought for a second you’d put that in jeopardy we wouldn’t be having this breakfast together.”

“But… we know what it meant to have no one.” Ellie nudges you, “If you want a place where you can live and not survive… stick with us. You’ll have to follow our rules though.”

“Deal!” Venus chirps.

“You don’t even know the rules.” You chuckle.

“For once, I want to stop feeling like I have to wake up every morning and try to survive. I’d like to live a life that doesn’t involve begging for food.” You and Ellie share a glance.

“Don’t worry.” Ellie says sincerely, “You won’t be.”

It takes you a week to get back to the homestead because you slowed down for Venus. She wasn’t used to moving around with a wound like you two are. It made you realize that growing up as a Firefly gave you more freedom than others. You didn’t notice it when you were younger, but it was easy to see now. Along the way, you taught her a few basic things like creating a fire and how to keep it alive in the night. Ellie brought her on one of her patrols and showed her how to cover her tracks in the snow. Venus learned it all with a refreshing enthusiasm that touched your heart. She really was just a kid. It’s been a while since you’ve had to deal with one not corrupted by the adults around them.

A howl from Missy signals that you’re home to the rest of the family. You had warned Venus that you have dogs and she had gotten excited. She’s never seen a dog before, so she was looking forward to it. When you open the gate, you’re enthusiastically greeted by your dogs and even tackled by Springer. You laugh as you try to push the dogs away, Ellie helping you up as Scout runs around in circles. ‘You crazy old man.’ You smile at him. No matter how old he gets, he still greeted you the same way. You look at Venus and find her standing paralyzed outside of the gate as two of the dogs growl at her.

“Bandit! Ivy! Heel!” You whistle and they stop growling, coming over to you and Ellie, “Don’t worry, like I said, they won’t hurt you as long as I tell them not to. You’re safe. Let’s get inside and warm up.” You motion to the house.

“I’m dying for a hot cup of lemonade.” Ellie sighs longingly, starting to walk to the house, “I’ve been dreaming about it all week. I might even put a shot of whiskey in it.”

“I thought you were dreaming about sleeping in our bed?” You laugh, shutting the gate behind Venus who cautiously walks after your wife. The dogs were swarming her, sniffing her, and trying to figure out who she was. You know it’s overwhelming to her so you shoo them away. They sprint for their dog house, disappearing through the door but you knew they’d come to the house once they knew it was clear. ‘Damn dogs.’ You think fondly.

“I was. I was dreaming about drinking hot lemonade in bed with my darling wife.” Ellie grins at you, making you shake your head with a smile. She cleans off her boots and hurries inside, likely to start up the fire. It’s going to be chilly in the house, no matter how well-built the place is. You stop on the porch deck and knock the snow from your boots. ‘I’m lucky there’s no ice this time.’ You observe. That was always a pain in the ass to get off.

“What’s hot lemonade?” Venus asks you, following your lead and knocking the snow off of her shoes.

“Lemon juice mixed with water and sugar. We warm it up during the winter months, sometimes add a shot of whiskey for extra warmth.” You explain to her, “I’ll show you to your room and give you a change of clothes. You look like you’ll fit mine from when I was younger.” You head inside, seeing Ellie crouched in front of the fireplace with a soft fire already going. ‘Man, I love my wife.’ You think fondly.

“My room?” Venus blinks.

“Where’d you think you were going to sleep?” Ellie snorts, looking over her shoulder at you, “In the barn with the livestock?”

“Well, no… but-”

“-You do get a room of your own. A growing girl like you needs her privacy. Trust me, I was glad to have that. I’ll give you my old room. It still has all of my books and toys you might find interesting. When you get older, you can always choose a different room.” You guide her up the stairs and lead her to your childhood bedroom.

“Woah.” Venus gasps, taking in the room, “This was yours?”

“Yup. My parents helped me decorate it over the years. You’d be surprised how many posters are still in their plastic wrappings even today.” You watch as she walks in, spinning in a circle to take it all in. Glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, walls covered in posters and crappy drawings, and school papers scattered on the desk.

“What’s this?” Venus points at the telescope.

“It’s called a telescope. You can look through this end and see the planets or some stars. I can show you it tonight.” You offer.

“That… would be nice.” Venus nods, going back to looking around. The two of you stand in silence, you thinking of your childhood and her exploring your things. You think about the life she went through back in her old community and it upsets you. A young girl shouldn’t have to struggle to get her basic needs met, much less be kept ignorant of the world around her.

“I do need to ask…” You hesitate, “Did your mother teach you about periods?” Your question gets you a confused look from the kid.

“Periods?” Venus frowns, thinking about what you asked, “You mean the dot at the end of a sentence?” You didn’t know whether to be happy that she knows that or worried. From what she told you, you’d be reteaching her a lot of the basics.

“Well, there’s my answer.” You sigh.

“What is it?” Venus tilts her head.

“I’ll explain later. Let me show you to the bathroom so you can get cleaned up.” You walk a few feet down the hallway to the bathroom, flicking the light on, “Do you know what this is?”

“Yup. Ours didn’t work so we used buckets of water so… could you teach me?”

“Of course, I can.” You ruffle her hair and show her how to work everything. You take out a towel for her, toss it onto the towel rack, and explain the various items she can use. Your family had been entirely self-sufficient even when it came to body wash and hair care products. You really did live a spoiled life.

“You can take your time, and come downstairs when you’re done. Ellie and I will be sitting around the fireplace.” You tell her, getting a nod. You close the door behind you and head back to your old room. You see Ellie standing in there, folding up some clothes onto the bed and placing a menstrual cup down.

“You beat me to it.” You grin.

“Someone did this for me once.” Ellie glances up at you, “I thought I’d return the favor.”

“Her mom hadn’t taught her about periods, so it looks like that’s our job too.” You start walking to your bedroom, “I told her to meet us downstairs after her shower, so we should get ours done.” You slip off your boots and place them by the door as she closes it.

“So, we’ll have to teach her basic schooling and hygiene.” Ellie frowns and crosses her arms, you can tell that she’s really upset, “Growing up in a religious community like that… it makes FEDRA seem tame. It’s a miracle she’s even alive after they escaped.” She takes off her gloves, gently placing them on the dresser, and flexes her fingers.

“I know.” You sigh heavily, “But from the sounds of it, her mother did what she could to protect her. We’ll get to that topic once we’re settled in… How are your fingers feeling?”

“The cold hasn’t affected them yet, so I’m not feeling any pain.” Ellie rubs her fingers, “I’ll have to moisturize them though. The skin is starting to become dry.”

“I’ll do that for you after our shower.” You take her hand and kiss her fingers.

“It looks like we’re showering together then.” Ellie purrs, pulling you into the bathroom, “I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“I hope not, you’re the one washing my hair.” You joke, making her laugh. The two of you exchange kisses in the shower, taking turns washing each other’s hair and scrubbing clean. You loved doing Ellie’s hair with how long it’s gotten over the years. She kept saying she was going to cut it, but the most she did was shave the underside. It now fell down her back in loose waves that you enjoyed braiding. You think she secretly loved it too so that’s why she hadn’t cut it yet.

With your hair up in a towel and fresh pajamas on, you tell Ellie to sit down on the bed. You grab the aloe vera lotion and sit down next to her. Your wife watches you with a smile on her face as you rub the lotion into her skin. You can feel yourself blush as she continues to gaze at you, eyes sparkling with love.

“Can I help you?” You giggle, giving her a playful look.

“Even now, you’re taking care of me.” Ellie whispers sweetly, “I was right for making you my wife.”

“And I won’t stop taking care of you.” You lean down and kiss her hand, then put her deerskin gloves on, “Now, we’ve got some lemonade to make.” You stand up and intertwine your fingers. Ellie used to feel insecure holding your hand without her finger extensions, but now she enjoyed doing it. You were constantly awed by the progress she’s been making over the years. You make your way downstairs and note that Venus’ door is closed. When you walk into the living room you’re greeted by the sight of the dogs lazing in front of the fire. They perk up but don’t move as you head for the kitchen, content to enjoy the warmth of the fire. ‘It looks like she’s not down here yet. That’s okay since I told her to take her time.’

“You took the lemon juice out?” You grin at Ellie, seeing the bottle sitting on the counter.

“Yeah, I did. I wanted it to warm up while we showered.” She places three mugs on the counter and puts the kettle on. You grab the bottle and open it, filling up half the mugs with juice. You slide the filled mugs over to Ellie and she stirs in the sugar. You let out a yawn, leaning against the counter as you watch her stir. The kettle starts to whistle and you turn it off, pouring the hot water into the cups. Ellie gives you a kiss on the cheek before moving to the pantry.

“What do you want to eat?”

“Um… why don’t we do grilled cheese? It’s not too heavy to eat before bed.”

“You got it.” Ellie vanishes into the pantry. The pantry was actually a small room in itself, with enough space to hold food for a full household of thirteen people. Your jaw dropped when your mother told you about your family history and sometimes you wondered what it would be like to have that many people living with you now.

“Should I get the whiskey?” Ellie gives you puppy eyes, walking over with the bread.

“No.” You wink at her, getting a pout.

“Why nooooot?” She whines.

“Because we’re drinking whiskey for your twenty-sixth birthday, and I don’t want you finishing the bottle before then.” You give her a look.

“Ugh, I love when you’re being stern. It’s so hot.” Ellie purrs playfully, winking at you, “Scold me some more.” You roll your eyes, a grin on your face as you get ready to make the sandwiches. You can hear footsteps on the stairs, indicating that Venus was coming down.

“Stop it.” You chuckle, lightly hitting your wife on the arm.

“There she is!” Ellie turns away from you, “You look much better.”

“I feel much better. Are one of those cups for me?” You hear Venus say and look at her. You feel a bit nostalgic seeing her in your old pajamas, but Ellie was right. She looks much better now that she’s showered and washed her hair. Her hair is in tight curls that has your heart clenching in your chest. When you found her, her hair had been in frizzy waves.

“Yup.” You pick up her mug and hand it to her, “Be careful, it’s still steaming.”

“Thank you.” Venus accepts the cup, “Uh… where do I…?” She looks around the living room, lingering on where the dogs are hanging out.

“We are going to sit on the couch.” Ellie leads her over, “Y/n is making sandwiches for us, so you and I get the time to talk and bond.” You watch them for a moment, taking a drink and enjoying the warmth flooding through your body. With a smile to yourself, you get to work assembling part of the sandwiches. You listen to the two of them talk while you thinly slice the veal and tomatoes. Ellie asks Venus about her life in her old community, wanting to know more about what they did or didn’t teach her. By the time you finish making the grilled cheese, you’re sad and trying your best to hold back tears.

“Here you go.” You hand Venus her plate, “And here you go, sweetheart.” You kiss Ellie’s cheek as you hand her plate over. Your wife grabs your wrist and forces you to sit down next to her, knowing that you’re upset. She gives you a subtle look and you take that cue to snuggle up to her.

“Ellie told me this is made with deer meat…” Venus looks at her plate nervously, “Are you sure this is okay to eat?”

“Yes, it’s okay to eat. All animals are killed humanely and by my own hands. I don’t kill anything I know I can’t eat.” You try to comfort her, “I always give a small thank you to the animal providing for my family.” Ellie gives you a soft smile at that. She found it adorable that you thank the animals you kill, and she liked to tease you about it sometimes. Venus nods and you watch as she carefully takes a bite, chewing slowly as if she’d get punished for daring to take a bite. Her eyes flick up to you and you nod in encouragement. You’re saddened even more by how quickly she eats, devouring the food as if you would take it from her the moment she stopped eating. It prompts you to get up and refill her mug before you eat your own meal.

“Did you like it?” Ellie’s voice is thick with emotion, so you know you’d be talking about this once Venus goes to bed. The two of you are definitely on the same page when it comes to this kid.

“I… I loved it. I’ve never tasted anything like this before.” Venus looks down into her lemonade, “I’m touched that you’re sharing all of this with me. I promise to repay you by helping out around the homestead.” You choke on your sandwich, struggling to swallow as you try to keep yourself from coughing. They look at you with wide eyes as you try to orient yourself with Ellie handing you your drink.

“Venus.” You rasp out, “You don’t need to repay us. Please don’t look at it that way.” Venus sniffles, tears appearing in her eyes as you say that.

“We’ll teach you everything you need to know.” Ellie wraps her arms around you, “By the end of it, you’ll be able to take care of yourself if it becomes necessary. But, you working on the homestead is not you repaying us. It’s just how we live and that’s what you’re here to do… live.” You can see tears running down Venus’ face and you feel your heart break.

“T-Thank you…” Venus chokes up, wiping away her tears, “Thank you for not l-leaving me to d-die! Thank you!” She sobs, her body shaking from how hard she’s crying. You and Ellie glance at each other and place your cups down.

“Would you like a hug?” You ask gently, still not too sure about her feelings toward physical affection. Venus nods her head and you and Ellie embrace her in a tight hug. A whine has you pulling apart to see Scout wiggling in to rest his head on Venus’ knee.

“Good boy, Scout.” Ellie pets his head and you look up hearing the other dogs get up.

“Uh oh.” You chuckle as the rest of the dogs come rushing over to you.

“Oh, shit!” Ellie yelps as they start jumping all over you guys, trying to join in. You all end up laughing at the dogs’ antics and the atmosphere in the house goes up. That night, you and Ellie agreed to do everything you could to take care of Venus. Winter made it perfect to work on reteaching her and introducing the other things she needed to know. You and Ellie split up the work and spent one-on-one time with Venus. She - just like you and Ellie - ended up falling in love with space, but she found a real interest in geology. You had a lot more books on a variety of subjects since the house has your parent’s old textbooks. They wanted to be able to teach you and any other siblings you had as much as possible. When you showed Venus the little library you have, she nearly fell over in shock. She spent a lot of free time in there and would ramble to you about what she learned. The entire time you taught her how to properly assess a tree and cut it down, she told you about animals in the ocean and begged you to go see them at some point. You promised her to talk to Ellie about it.

The longer you are around Venus the more secure you are in your decision to being her along with you. Although Venus was happy, there were still things she was working through. Her mother’s death was fresh in her mind as she watched her get bit. You and Ellie were no strangers to grief and helping traumatized people, so you were there for her. Venus is a very sweet girl and - funnily enough - has Ellie’s temper. You laughed so hard watching as she got frustrated with one of the sheep that kept running from her. She let out the same curses that Ellie would have and you burst into laughter. It was even better when you called to the sheep and it had come to you with no issue. Venus complained about it for a week, and you showed her how to properly handle the sheep and other livestock.

Before you knew it, Venus had become family. It was kind of an unspoken thing with how you and Ellie treated her. At first, you had been mindful of the fact that she lost her mother. Neither of you wanted to step on any toes and trigger Venus accidentally. She was the one who tested the waters and got closer to you. You weren’t surprised with how quickly she and Ellie seemed to bond. They had a lot in common, and it made you happy to see how much they cared for each other. Even the dogs had grown to love her and you were able to teach her the commands for them. Venus was really starting to find her place in your home.

~ 2 Years Later ~

“Nessie?!” You call out, furrowing your brow when you don’t hear her respond. You sling your bow over your shoulder, turning in a circle to see if you can spot her. ‘Where the hell did she go? She was right next to me.’ You glance down at Ivy whose ears perk up and she goes stiff. ‘Shit. Infected?’ Your guard goes up and you pay closer attention to your surroundings. You swallow, feeling the anxiety flowing through you. Venus wasn’t near you and if there’s infected nearby that made it more important to find her.

“Ivy. Retrieve Ve-” Suddenly, you hear a scream echo through the forest.

“NESSIE?!” You scream as Ivy takes off to your left. You chase after her, listening out for more screams as Ivy barks and looks for Venus. You notice as you approach your property line that a section of the fence is broken. ‘She left the property?’ Your heart sinks when you realize that you were heading in the direction of the town. That was the area infected generally came from when they did wonder their way out here. You’re running faster once you’re clear of the fence, a good distance behind Ivy who was taking the lead. Your gun is clutched tightly in your hand as the snarling of infected reaches your ears. The screaming only gets louder and Ivy lets out a hunting howl as you see a dead infected on the ground. Horror fills your veins when your eyes land on Venus. She was trying to climb up one of the trees, kicking at a small group of infected beneath her.

“MA!” Venus screams when she sees you, her eyes flicking between you and the infected, “PLEASE! PLEASE, HELP ME!”

“GET HIGHER INTO THE TREE!” You start shooting at the infected, intending on leading them away from her. Two of the runners screech and sprint toward you only for one of them to be tackled by Ivy. While you shoot the other one, the final three decide to give up on Venus. You are a better target since you’re within their reach. You whirl around and run, using the trees as an advantage to keep them at a distance. You and Ivy pick them off one by one and you don’t have a minute to catch your breath. ‘Venus!’

“Venus!” You run back to her, Ivy hot on your heels, “Venus, are you okay?!”

“Ma!” She drops down from the tree, throwing herself into your arms once you’re close enough. You hug her tightly for a few seconds and then immediately begin checking her over, “You didn’t get bit, did you?” Your heart is still racing and the worst thoughts pop into your head.

“No! No.” Venus grabs your arms to steady your frantic movements, “Ma, I’m okay. I’m okay.” You meet her eyes and let out a long breath to calm yourself.

“Why did you leave the fence?” You ask, tucking your gun away.

“It was damaged. I figured I’d do the inspection since you and mother are busy.”

“But, you weren’t prepared.” You cross your arms, “All you had was your mother’s switchblade.” You motion to the closed blade in her hands.

“I-I’m sorry.” Venus stutters, putting it away, “Please don’t yell at me.”

“Nessie.” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, “I’m not going to yell at you. The situation was less than ideal, but that doesn’t call for me to yell at you.”

“You’re… not going to yell at me?” Venus’ voice comes out small and quiet. That makes you pull her into your arms once again.

“No. I’m relieved you’re okay.” You squeeze her, feeling the exhaustion set in, “If you had gotten bit… It would be devastating to your mother and me. We can’t lose you.” Ivy lets out a whine and nudges Venus’ leg. You two step back from the hug and Venus squats down to comfort the dog.

“Sorry, girl.” Venus ruffles her fur, getting a soft woof in return, “And I’m sorry to you, too, Ma.” She looks at you regretfully. She’d been with you for a few years, but fence inspection was the one thing you and Ellie did alone. It was rare that anyone came to your property. Even rarer if the infected got through, but living surrounded by trees came with extra maintenance.

“Ivy.” You whistle, “Retrieve Ellie.” Your dog takes off, leaving you alone with Venus.

“Let’s just get back and fix the fence.” You start walking, “You know I’m going to have to tell your mother, right?” You hear Venus groan.

“She’s going to kill me.” Venus looks at you with a pleading expression, “Please don’t let her kill me.”

“No can do, kiddo.” You shrug, “You know how your mother is about being prepared. You had your switchblade - which is great - but there’s a reason we gave you a gun.” The fence was within your line of sight now.

“No one ever comes out here!” Venus throws her hands up, “All we’ve encountered are infected and Gayle!” You stop, gritting your teeth as you try not to snap at her. This was the one conversation you had to keep having.

“Venus.” You say seriously, getting her attention, “One day, it may not be infected or Gayle. The chance may be low but strangers stumbling upon our home is not zero. On top of that, your mother is immune. The Firefly network is active again and I am an ex-Firefly with a lot of classified information… so you keep your damn gun in your holster.” You point at the empty holster on her thigh. You and Ellie weren’t hard on her, but she knew not to break the one rule you have. Stay armed. Venus thought you two were paranoid but that was far from the truth. You both knew things had a way of coming back and, well, you have to be a little paranoid to survive out here.

“Ma…” Venus frowns, “I’m sorry.”

“I understand that.” You sigh exasperatedly, “But, your mother’s switchblade can only get you so far. You need to know how to use it properly.”

“Did mother really kill that many people with this knife?” Venus glances at her pocket.

“That knife saved my life many times.” Ellie says, making you two look in her direction, “It saved your ma as well, but there are times when a gun is necessary.” You raise an eyebrow at your wife, who only winks at you. Ellie was too good at sneaking around even when she wasn’t trying to.

“Mother, I…” Venus loses her words.

“I can guess what happened.” Ellie pulls Venus’ pistol out and holds it out to her, “Don’t forget it again. You won’t always have one of us around to cover your ass.” She says sternly.

“Yes, ma’am.” Venus pouts and takes it from her mother, tucking it away, “I just can’t imagine anyone coming out here.” You turn and walk back to the fence, stopping to inspect how it ended up failing.

“Venus.” You grab her attention again, “We’re serious. You need to listen to us on this.”

“I will… I…” Venus looks back to where the infected are, “I’ll listen. If it wasn’t for Ma, I would be dead by now.”

“Thank you.” Ellie exhales, giving her a smile, “Now let’s fix the fence and then get you ready for Gayle. Her daughter came by asking for you to help her and her brother do some repairs. Apparently some leaves got into the machine and they need to dig ‘em out.”

“Oh, Fran needs help?” Venus perks up, making you and Ellie snicker, “What?! Why are you laughing?!” She whines, watching as you and Ellie get to work fitting the pieces back together.

“Damn bears.” You mutter to yourself. You’d have to replant the repellant so they stayed away. Your fence had been unbothered for years now, so you didn’t think you’d need it anymore.

“Oh, nothing.” Ellie shakes her head, a grin on her face, “You just… seem very into Fran.”

“It’s cute.” You add, climbing to the top of the fence, “That’s all.” Ellie sits down next to you, her gun out so she can keep an eye on the forest. Venus holds her hand out and you grab it to help her up.

“I know what you’re thinking and that’s not it! I am not crushing on Fran! I’m not into women!” Venus protests and you and Ellie exchange another glance. She was still in denial.

“Whatever you say, hun.” You chorus together, getting a groan from Venus.

“I’m heading back home!” Venus huffs and stomps away into the forest, “Where I’m not being tortured by my moms!”

“Tortured?! You’re so dramatic!” You laugh and she flips you off as she walks away.

“She’s in denial.” Ellie chuckles, dropping down to the other side. She holds the log steady and you stomp the top of the fence back into place.

“Just because her mothers are accepting doesn’t mean she’s accepting of it herself.” You shrug, letting Ellie help you down, “She needs to realize it on her own time.”

“I know.” Ellie smiles, kissing your cheek, “She reminds me of me and when I had my first crush.”

“Oh, awkward?” You tease her.

“Yes.” She laughs, “Horribly awkward.” The two of you walk in silence, enjoying the atmosphere together. You can’t help but think about what just happened. If she had gotten bit…

“Ellie.” You glance at your wife.

“I know.” She sighs, “We could have lost her. I didn’t think that there’d be anyone else in my life that I cared enough about to cure.”

“Would you be able to get another one?” You frown. She never told you how she made the cure. You both agreed that if the Fireflies ever came back around, it was safer that you didn’t know how it happened. No one alive knows that Ellie is immune, but she didn’t want to take that chance.

“I don’t know. Maybe? I’d have to find my contact again and see.” She runs a hand through her hair, “I’ll be gone for a while, so you’d have to hold down the place.”

“Babe.” You chuckle, “I nearly shot you the first time you showed up. I can handle it.”

“Can you handle Nessie and the horses by yourself?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, I can. You asshole.” You laugh, lightly hitting her shoulder, “You fall from a horse one time and your wife suddenly thinks you’re incompetent!”

“To be fair, it was your first time on a horse!” Ellie laughs, dodging another hit, “It was cute! It was cute! Don’t hit me!”

Ellie ends up leaving for a while, taking her horse with her so the trip won’t be too long. The two of you decided to keep quiet as to why she was leaving. That way if she wasn’t able to get more of the cure, you wouldn’t be letting your daughter down. You and Nessie keep the place going and make progress with her keeping a weapon on her at all times.

When the dogs let you know that Ellie is home, the two of you run back home to greet her… only to be met with a surprising sight.

“Ellie.” You blink, seeing the sleeping baby in your wife’s arms, “Where did you get that?”

“I can explain.” Ellie gives you a sheepish grin, rocking the baby in her arms, “His father was the one who made the cure. His group got raided while I was there. I helped them fight ‘em off but he got a fatal wound. He begged me to take him and showed me proof that Kieran is immune. Apparently his wife died during labor so he was all he had.” You frown and look at the little one. He was sleeping peacefully, cradled in your wife’s arms like he was always there.

“I took what was left of the cure.” She sighs, smoothing down the baby’s tuft of hair, “But I couldn’t leave him, not after everything his father did for me.”

“Can we keep him?” Ellie walks over and grabs your hand, “I’ll take care of everything for him. You won’t have to lift a finger.” You stare into her eyes, her green ones pleading with you to accept. ‘She has such a soft heart.’ Your eyes flick to the baby and you sigh, a smile fighting to appear on your lips.

“You’re such a softie.” You joke, giving her a quick kiss, “I like it. And no, you won’t be taking care of him alone.” You smile sweetly.

“You’re the best.” Ellie grins, her eyes shining happily.

“Does this mean I have a little brother now?!” Venus grins excitedly, practically skipping over.

“Yeah, I guess it does.” You chuckle.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou2 fanfic

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ronqueesha · 11 months

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Since I’m currently in a Star Trek mood, here’s one of my oldest video game OCs, who ultimately became the springboard for a lot of characteristics of all of my later characters.

- Kwesha Yvaar, a female Bajoran.

- She was born shortly after the Cardassian occupation of her homeworld ended. This makes her around 40 years old by the time the game begins.

- Because she grew up hearing endless stories of the heroes of the resistance, she developed a chip on her shoulder about not being good enough or brave enough, since she was raised in a time of peace and reconstruction. This developed into an attitude problem and a set of anger issues rooted deep within.

- She joined Starfleet largely as a way to escape her self-imposed pressure of not measuring up to the heroes of the past. Although her attitude earned her no favors, and she had to work ten times harder than anyone else to rise through the ranks.

- One thing that helped stabilize her mood was an on-and-off romantic partnership with Arif Chandra, a human engineer and aspiring designer of his very own starship. They never spent a lot of time together, mostly finding each other when Kwesha was around Earth. Their careers kept them apart, especially as they both rose in their fields. Kwesha became a captain, Arif achieved his dream of designing a ship from the ground up, to be used in the next generation of Starfleet ships.

- Kwesha’s attitude problem meant that her captaincy hit a brick wall shortly after promotion. She was assigned to a “last chance” ship full of other people deemed too problematic for any other assignment, but not incompetent or malicious enough for official reprimand or punishment. (Star Trek Lower Decks recently introduced a similar idea into canon: Starbase 80.)

- Despite this, Kwesha and her crew slowly came together into a dysfunctional found family after several adventures. Arif Chandra even found a way to temporarily assign himself to the ship just as things started to look up for this supposedly dead-end assignment, much to Kwesha’s delight, and the two of them spent a lot of time catching up and igniting their old romantic flame.

- Then came the Iconian war. Her ship was one of the first to encounter the hostile ancient species, and their bottom-of-the-barrel ship was no match for the Iconian’s advanced technology. In the fight, Kwesha was badly wounded on the right side, almost losing her arm. Arif ultimately sacrificed himself to get the last survivors aboard an escape pod, Kwesha included. Despite her screams and protests for him to come back, he died in the ship’s destruction.

- In the aftermath, Kwesha required extensive surgery and physical therapy. However, she chose to keep the scars of that terrible day, which in some ways made her look somewhat like the wartime heroes of Bajor’s past. At the same time, they served as a constant reminder of what she lost, and what was sacrificed for her sake. Her right arm suffered the most damage, and would forever be in constant dull agony, as well as have severely limited functionality due to the severe nerve damage she sustained. Rather than undergo a relatively simple procedure to repair her nerves, or even replace the limb with an identical biosynthetic prosthetic, she uses a clumsy mechanical aid to restore most of her mobility. The pain is constant, and the brace is uncomfortable, but she thinks she deserves the lifetime of discomfort.

- But this was not the end. After months of recovery, physical therapy, and mourning, Starfleet requested Kwesha and her crew return to service. At the time, they were some of the only people in the fleet with any real experience against the Iconians, and the war was not going well for Starfleet. They needed everyone in the field, no matter who.

- But Kwesha would not go back to some wreck of a ship Starfleet pulled out of mothballs. No, as it turns out, Arif Chandra had made several requests before his death, including a strong recommendation that Kwesha be placed in command of his newest prototype vessel. And as one of Starfleet’s most respected ship designers, plus the desperate situation the fleet was in at the time, it was decided that she would indeed be placed in command of this brand new ship.

- Except, that the ship is SO brand new that not all of its systems have been fully fleshed out. Especially the computer, which uses a template voice recorded by Arif himself. In fact, many of the ship’s onboard systems, and even a friendly AI assistant, were recorded using Arif’s voice and personality. In effect, Kwesha is now aboard a ship haunted by someone she loved.

#some lighter headcanons in the tags: I had some serious thoughts about Kwesha finding new love with Tiaru Jarok.#the hot romulan captain who has an iconic ship of her own and spends a lot of time with the player character

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ajbwasntwriting · 3 years

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Daughter!Reader X Negan, Reader x Daryl: Chapter 8. Civil Unrest

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In a few days you were up on your feet, your need to survive driving your fast recovery. As soon as you could sit up without nearly fainting and you could bend your fingers without much pain you started taking patients. Mainly burns and cuts. You kept your head down while working, adding to your intimidating reputation. They didn’t realise you were just trying to conceal yourself while looking for familiar faces. You rarely left the medical bay, even when it was icy cold.

Carol checked on you regularly, seemingly incredibly concerned for you. It almost pained you to suspect her to be out to get you. Luckily she seemed convinced that because you had been alone for so long that you’d take a long time getting used to the walls. Maybe she figured out that you were just biding time for leaving again.

“Are you okay?” Laura pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up suddenly, nodded, and went back to your reading. All these patient profiles from the previous physician were thorough. “Why would Emmett be this detailed with extremely basic medical care” you tought, then again he was a captive here just as much as you were. He probably had nothing better to do. “Are you sure? You look so serious.” She continued. You looked up to her. She was lying on one of the beds chewing on a piece of hard plastic. Having to keep a watch on ‘The New Doc’ would’ve been extremely boring.

“Just a lot of reading” you sat up and stretched your arms, not realising how long you had sat hunched over the hand-written pages. “Doctors have horrible handwriting and this guy sure likes to drag his point out”

“How bad is it?” She asked. You lifted the profile of another patient and followed along with your finger.

“The left Thenar has suffered tremendous infliction resulting in the loss of elasticity and possible avulsion of the tissue” You read aloud in a dramatic voice

“What?” Laura said, taking the plastic out of her mouth for a moment

“He pulled the muscle in his thumb, possibly tearing it” you flopped the paper down, rubbing your forehead.

“And all those pages are full of that shit” Laura pressed. You sighed with a nod.

“I never thought I’d be grateful to have done AP english.” you sighed

“Okay smart ass no need to show off” Laura chuckled, chewing on the plastic again.

“Please,” you sat back in the chair “My old man made me do it. ‘You already speak english so it should be a breeze’ he said”

“Those kind of parents?”

“You’re familiar?”

“Yep” Laura sat up, hunching over her now crossed legs. “My dad was a lawyer. Mom was an accountant. They kept pushing me to over achieve”

“Bet they weren’t happy with that” you spoke, pointing to your neck to reference Laura’s tattoo. Her hand went over it instinctively.

“I had already skipped town with my boyfriend before I got this.” She laughed. The smile melted away as she slowly stroked her neck. “Hadn’t seen them since. Probably dead.”

The room got a lot more quiet. It was crazy to think you both were so close in age but had gone through so much hell in the same world. But Laura was a saviour. You were Negan’s kid. If you were to be friends it would have to be at an arm’s reach.

The momentum changed when Carol arrived in, holding a small tray with cookies on them. The smell told you they were fresh. Your heart wanted to tell her to get out, but those cookies smelled too damn good.

“How’s the hard work going ladies.” she spoke with a cheery voice, setting the tray down in front of you. You were on it instantly. You took a cookie with you as you limped over to lock the door to the medical bay. “Any news?” Carol whispered

Carol had asked you and Laura to investigate the uprising of Negan supporters in the Sanctuary. Well, mainly Laura since she would know more people in Carol’s eyes. The payment, cookies. Though Laura would probably do it for free. She enjoyed the new peace that came with being aligned with the other settlements.

“Just the usual hot-heads” Laura sighed. You limped back to your chair.

“They like to complain to me.” you gently sat down. You’d only been back walking without the full splint for a couple days now but the clunky half splint on your lower leg wasn’t exactly walker friendly. “‘You should’ve seen how great we were when Negan was running the place’ and other shit”

“What do you think of it?” Carol asks you seriously. You suck the sugar off your fingers happily.

“He mustn’t have been that good if he’s not in charge anymore.”

They had their little meeting then as Carol was leaving you piped up,

“How’s the bridge team?”

“No.” Carol retorted quickly as if speaking to a child. “You are not going out there how many times do I have to tell you.”

“I could help-”

“You’re needed here Y/N” she spoke firmly.

“Yes, mom.” you groaned from your chair, earning a laugh from Laura. Carol left quickly.

“Why do you wanna join the bridge team so badly?” Laura asked through a mouthful of cookie.

“I miss the fresh air, I guess” and there’s more chances to get away from you all.

That evening you were restless. Normally it was the pain that kept you up late but it also exhausted you. You got out of the medical bed you’d claimed as your own, one of three that outfitted the med bay. You limped your way out of the medbay, not bothered if you woke Laura. The bathroom was down the hall so she would just assume you had to pee, especially since you had taken the torch dedicated to midnight bathroom visits. Being the medic gave you the luxury of a torch instead of matches and a candle.

It hurt to climb up so many stairs, with both your wounds and the cold seeping into your skin, but you’d be tired by the time you came back down anyway. You walked onto what used to be Negan’s floor. Your ‘family’s’ floor. You’d wanted to see it for a while now, out of curiosity more than anything else.

You first went to your father’s room. Pushing the door open you felt a burst of cold air whip around you viciously. The room has been stripped of its furnishings, right down to the carpets. Taken away to be burned most likely. The windows were shattered, the bullet holes in the ceiling giving away the method. It was so completely devoid of any sign of human life one would say it always had been. You closed the door and continued onto the parlour where the wives would spend their day. This room didn’t have windows but the room was still completely void of any of the glamour that once adorned it. The only remnants was the wall paper which was peeling off due to the damp.

The image of the forgotten rooms didn’t stir emotion in the way you thought they would. You imagined getting overwhelmed with emotion, but you felt nothing. No that wasn’t right, you felt a loss. Not a loss of the grandeur you had gotten to enjoy in captivity, not a loss of the fake smiles from your many ‘mothers’. You felt a loss of your father. You mourned the man you had called your father, and the idea that all that was left of the memory of him were these halls where cowards bowed to him. You felt an overwhelming realisation that the man you called ‘Pops’ had died long before ‘Negan’ formed.

Your final destination was your room. You figured it would also be empty but your room was a bit away, down the end of a hall few knew how to get too. You’d had more roaches as visitors than people. Your father had chosen it for you so the ‘common nobodies’ wouldn’t see you easily, another measure to keep you safe.

It also worked the other way as you round the corner and see a light coming from what used to be your room. The hall was lined with offices and storage rooms you knew you could dive into if someone appeared so you turned off your light and walked down the hall gingerly on your feet. You were now only a couple feet away from the door when you heard voices coming from the end of the hall, from what used to be your room.

“I still can’t believe they put this bitch here to keep an eye on us. That fucking redneck was an ass but atleast he didn’t pretend to be all fucking nice”

“It’s probably a play to get us to relax. They’ve got us locked in this factory and don’t give us nearly enough food, and they won’t let us go to the other settlements”

“We’re prisoners. They said they only wanted to lock up Negan but now we’re all starving.”

“Enough of your bitching.”

They went on to talk about how many people were on their side and their efforts to get weapons. They clearly had no idea you were listening. After all, what kind of idiot is gonna climb up over ten floors for no reason. Other than sentiment perhaps. It sounded like there were about four people in the room, but they spoke like they had a few under their influence. They were looking for weapons and a means to get back at ‘Rick and his posse’.

“We’ll bring them that bitch Carol’s head on a spike for them.”

“What about the bridge? We got people working there for food.”

“And then what? They’re just gonna keep extorting us for slave labour or let us starve.”

You were so drawn in by their words that the door opening startled you. You charged from your spot into an open room, a storage closet of a sort. You knew it was too risky to close the door so you stood against the wall next to the door. They walked along the hall bantering loudly. You sidestepped deeper into the room, knocking something with your foot making a loud metal sound. The voices stopped and you instantly froze, holding your breath like your life depended on it. A light shun into the closet, then the other way.

“Probably just a rat” one of the voices spoke. “We can set some traps and stew it for dinner”.

They continued down the hall, their steps growing faint a minute or so later. The adrenaline began to subside and the pain from the recent strain on your leg made itself very apparent. You stepped out of the closet and walked down the hall to your old room. Maybe they left some evidence you could use to barter for your freedom.

You opened the door to your room, only illuminated by the moonlight coming from the window. Unlike the other rooms, your room hadn’t been completely ransacked. The mattress had been taken off the frame but the metal skeleton remained as well as the rug under your bed. Other than that it appeared empty. You turned on your torch to get a better view.

On your bed frame lay what had to be near a hundred dead wild flowers. Your breath caught in your throat at the site. You moved and sat on the bed frame, the metal sending a chill up your body. You placed a hand on the dry stems and something hit the ground with a thump. You moved to look under the bed as quick as you could, reaching under the bed you cut yourself on something sharp. You moved your torch on it and grabbed it again, this time from a less dangerous end.

Under the bed you pulled out the knife that had your name engraved on it. The metal shun bright in the light as if lovingly polished until it’s inevitable abandonment. You hadn’t realized you had begun to cry until a tear fell onto the blade and began to fill the engraving.

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razieltwelve · 4 years

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Discussion (Final Rose)

Lightning looked over at Amethyst. The other woman was a year younger than her, and she lived a few doors down with her daughter, Beryl, and her dog, Herbie. Beryl was good friends with Diana, and the pair were currently in the backyard looking for cicada shells with Strangles and Herbie. Normally, Amethyst was a cheerful woman, but the expression on her face today was anything but cheerful.

“Beryl awakened her Aura yesterday. She was chasing after Herbie when she tripped over. I saw the flash, Lightning. I might not have much Aura myself, but I know what I saw.”

“She’s only seven,” Lightning mused.

It was rare for children that young to awaken their Aura naturally. The ones that did often became powerful huntsmen and huntresses. She wondered if Beryl’s friendship with Diana might have had something to do with it. It was well known that long-term exposure to large amounts of Aura tended to lead to earlier Aura awakening, and Diana already had more Aura than most huntsmen and huntresses.

“I...” Amethyst took a deep breath. “I don’t think I’ve mentioned her father to you before, have I?”

Lightning shook her head. “I’ll admit I’ve been a bit curious, but I assumed you had your reasons.” Life, after all, had a way of making things complicated.

“I think it’s because of him,” Amethyst said. “My husband... he was a huntsman, an A Tier huntsman. He... he...” Amethyst struggled to force the words out. “He and his team were wiped out on a mission about a year after Beryl was born.”

“I’m sorry,” was all Lightning could say.

“He was all I had,” Amethyst said quietly. “I was an orphan, and I’ve never been good at making friends. But he... he didn’t care that I was awkward around other people or that I wasn’t famous or rich. He loved me just the way I was, and we were so happy.” She bit back a sob. “I didn’t even get his body back. They ended up bombing the entire area after he and the other huntsmen and huntresses were killed.”

That reminded Lightning of something. “The mission your husband was on... was it in the Blighted Valley?”

The Blighted Valley was an area people usually avoided. No one exactly why, but things there didn’t grow right, and technology stopped working properly. If she recalled correctly, Vale had sent in several teams to investigate after detecting unusual energy sources in and around the valley. The teams had been wiped out by a hive of unknown Grimm.

Vale had responded by asking Vanille to bombard the area with a barrage of bunker-busting missiles capable of breaching the hive’s exterior before unleashing a second wave of heavy ordnance to finish the job. It was a testament to the durability of the Grimm that the followup teams had actually recovered several specimens that were intact enough to autopsy. Team STRQ had then led a campaign to ensure that none of the Grimm had survived.

“Yes,” Amethyst said. “That was the mission he was on. They wouldn’t tell me much about what happened. It was all classified. I’ve been wondering and wondering if there was something he could have done or if...”

Lightning shook her head. “It wasn’t his fault, if that’s what you’re thinking. I know what happened there, and although I can’t give you the details, I can say that what happened was beyond his control.”

“Thank you.” Amethyst sniffled. “I’m just... I’m scared. Beryl is all I have left. If something happens to her... but... I know how it is. If she’s like her father, she’ll want to become a huntress. She’ll want to help people, and maybe one day she’ll go on a mission just like he did and...”

Lightning wanted to tell her that everything would be fine, but she couldn’t. There was a reason huntsmen and huntresses earned so much money. It was extremely dangerous work. “If that’s the case, then the best thing you can do is make sure that she gets the best training possible.” Lightning sighed. “There are no guarantees for huntsmen and huntresses, but good training and a good team will go a long, long way to helping her survive and even thrive as a huntress.”

“Can you help me?” Amethyst asked. “I don’t know the first thing about hunting, and you’re so famous...” She bit her lip. “I know it’s a lot to ask, and I’m sure you have a lot of things to worry about already...”

“It’s fine,” Lightning said. “If Beryl does want to be a huntress, I’ll do what I can to help. Besides, I’m sure Diana will be more than happy to help as well.”

Amethyst nodded sombrely. “I... that helps a lot. I just... I hope she’ll be okay.”

X X X

Beryl ducked behind a boulder and winced as sparks flew off the rock. Damn, that Grimm was accurate with the quills it could shoot out of its back. Not far away, her teammates were crouching behind boulders of their own. “Is everybody still in one piece?”

Jade made a face and clutched at her side. “I mean... yeah... I’m still in one piece for now, but if that thing hits me again, I probably won’t be.”

“Wasn’t this supposed to be a training mission?” Granite rumbled. The boy had somehow found himself behind the smallest boulder, which was beyond awkward considering his tall, broad frame. “Because I remember being told this was a training mission.”

“We’re at Beacon,” Basalt countered. “Their version of a training mission is substantially more difficult than most academy’s.”

“Just sit tight,” Beryl ordered. “We're not the only team out here. Help should be here soon.”

She peeked around the corner and tossed a grenade. She was glad she’d packed a few extra. They might not have the range of her spear, but there was nothing quite like an incendiary grenade to buy a bit of room. The grenade hit the monstrous Grimm square on the face and detonated, spewing ultra-high temperature gel everywhere. The Grimm reeled back, but she doubted they’d be lucky enough for it to die.

The Grimm’s cries of agony were answered by howls of fury from the lesser Grimm that accompanied it. These lesser Grimm bounded forward, bones gleaming in the firelight.

“Pick them off,” Beryl ordered. “We can’t let them dislodge us. We’re dead if that big one catches us on open ground.”

Jade brought her sniper rifle around and picked off a trio of the lesser Grimm with three head shots. Basalt’s Semblance flared, and several columns of rock lanced upward, impaling more of the smaller creatures. He’d tried his Semblance against the massive Grimm, but it had simply shrugged off the attacks before nearly impaling him with some of its quills.

“Good work,” Beryl shouted. Her spear turned into a flamethrower, and she used an aerosolised combination of fuel and fire Dust to unleash a cloud of fire at their attackers. “Keep it up.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Granite rush out from behind his boulder. The huge broadsword he wielded made short work of the Grimm that had managed to get closer, and he hurried to get back behind his boulder as the towering Grimm strode forward again.

A barrage of quills, each as long as a forearm, clattered into their boulders. Beryl could feel hers beginning to give away. In a way they were lucky. This giant Grimm was clearly best suited for wiping out huge numbers of lightly armoured troops, like militia or light infantry. Its weaponry was somewhat less good at breaking through heavily armoured positions, like boulders.

“Any second now,” Beryl said, glancing at her scroll. “Backup should be here any second now -” There was a moment of extreme dislocation before she suddenly found herself dozens of yards away with her team. “What... the...?”

“Hey!” Rikku landed beside her and grinned. “It looks like you guys were in a tough spot.”

Ah, that explained it. Rikku must have used her Semblance to switch all of them out with random rocks and other objects to get them to safety. “Where’s the rest of your team?”

“Over there.” Rikku pointed.

Beryl turned to look. Anna and Yuffie were both hacking and slashing at the massive Grimm. What should have been a death sentence to face in close combat was made bearable by Yuffie’s intangibility, which Anna appeared to be ‘borrowing’ for the time being. Seeing that their attacks weren't doing nearly enough damage to the heavily armoured Grimm, they began to plant what looked like adhesive explosives on the Grimm’s body.

“Those’ll do the job,” Rikku said, her Semblance flaring once again. Yuffie and Anna appeared beside them as a pair of small boulders vanished and reappeared next to the Grimm. “And if they don’t, there’s always Plan B.”

“And what’s Plan B?” Granite asked before the explosives detonated. The blast threatened to knock all of them off their feet, and Beryl had to shield her eyes. Those weren’t normal explosives. They must have been something Diana had thrown together, maybe bunker busters. She knew for a fact that the other girl carried some around at all times, and Beryl normally made sure to grab some whenever she went on a mission. She hadn’t this time because this was supposed to be a relatively easy training mission. It wasn’t a mistake she’d make again.

The explosion cleared to show the Grimm somehow still alive although it was badly wounded with large holes blown through its bony armour and two of its limbs barely attached to its body. It roared in pain and rage, but its roar did not go unanswered.

“She’s Plan B.”

Diana descended from the sky like a meteor. Beryl winced. Her friend must be really pissed off. She wasn’t even going to try fighting the Grimm in her human form, which was normally something she enjoyed - something about getting practice in against powerful opponents. Instead, she’d already transformed, and she looked ready to rip her opponent to shreds.

“Yeah,” Rikku said. “When Diana heard your distress call, she was in the middle of dealing with a bunch of Grimm over to the west, so she sent us ahead. She would have come herself, but you weren’t the only teams in trouble. It turns out a lot of the Grimm have been hiding, waiting for a chance to spring an ambush. She figured we could get you guys out of harm’s way while she cleaned up before heading here.”

“I don’t suppose we could borrow her for our next mission?” Jade asked. “Because that would be really great.”

Beryl grinned. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll ask her.” She turned to the rest of her teammates. “Good work out there, today. I know we’re not the ones killing that thing, but I think we did well to survive long enough for help to come and to kill off so many of the others.”

Yuffie nodded. “You sure did.” She waved her hand around. “I hit that thing as hard as I could with my shuriken, and I all I got was a sore hand. Heck, we hit it with enough bunker busters to bring down a city block, and it’s still alive.”

“Well... not anymore,” Anna pointed out as Diana tore the Grimm’s head off. “But, yeah, you guys did great.” She sagged. “It’s been a tough mission, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.”

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Author’s Notes

Beacon caters to a range of different levels of ability. Admittedly, it is most famous for its EX and S Tier students, but the majority of students are going to become A or B Tier huntsmen and huntresses. It’s a simple numbers game. There just aren’t that many people on the level of people like Pyrrha.

As an aside, Amethyst’s position is sadly not an uncommon one. Relatively few huntsmen and huntresses have the opportunity to retire after a full career. Most either retire after injury or are killed in the field. One of the pivotal changes that leads to Remnant’s eventual triumph over the Grimm is medical care improving enough that more and more huntsmen and huntresses survive and even return to duty due to improved health care and rehabilitation. Vale, like all of the major kingdoms, offers a stipend for the spouses of huntsmen or huntresses killed in the line of duty or from complications related to their profession.

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ghostphoenix-kry · 4 years

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k so ur always tagging goofy shit w lilith or amelia, so like i wanna know their deal, like give me a whole info dump

My friend, I will gladly dump some of my shit on them out for you,,, these two are particular favorites along with Sol. Also I am so sorry this turned out so long and so incoherent. I couldnt figure out what all to say about them and I forgot some of the things I could say about them.

Its really long.

I'll start off with the standard Lilith for now.

Lilith is a French musician and criminal in the Cowboy Times that are Red Dead Redemption. A woman with a lot of pride and an inability to take anyone's shit.

She grew up a single child with parents that firmly believed she needed to form herself to their ideas of life. She needed to be as perfect as possible to them and to her future husband. She needed to learn to be the ideal wife or she would fail in life. For years she tried to live up to their expectations but it was never enough and it wasnt healthy at all, so she got fed up with it and left home.

Out there in the 'real world' she developed a talent for musical performance and found out the hard way that relationships are painful and sketchy at best. After falling for the charms and promises of countless pretty faces and kind smiles, the lies coated in sweet words claiming love and devotion, she realized that people lie a lot. And that there were too many pompous men that seemed to think themselves entitled to nightly affection and heart, only to take it and fuck off with it.

Granted, she understood that it was naivety on her end and a want to feel some sense of being wanted that got her there. After a while of hoping the next time would be different and having it end up just the same, she decided she was done. A coldness had begun to sink in then, a hatred and bitterness towards the idea of folks flirting with her or attempting to pull the wool over her eyes with falsified affection.

So, Lilith said fuck this noise, and decided that if those rich and disloyal men were so sure of themselves and their worth to her, that she would use it. She would lean into it while remaining distant.

She would learn to lie incredibly well.

So she did just that. She performed as always, but it wasnt about the pocket change people would give her. Now she would seek out those pompous rich bastards herself, using tactics to suggest interest and letting them decide it was an invitation. Only to leave with them at night and leave them ass up in a ditch, their wallets now marginally lighter, and their faces a bit less perfect.

She became a temptress and a thief. And she became powerful and proud. Travelling from town to town in order to escape the law, she continued her performances and acts, targeting more unfortunate men with a momentous burden being in their wallet.

This said, she isn't inherently bitter towards everyone. But she definitely composes herself with an air of undeniable authority around other people. Essentially a vibe that for the most part tells people not to try anything or they will find her hands in their face before they can catch them.

Within a few small groups, her guard is lowered and she allows herself to be more relaxed though. Letting her usage of French slip out along with her humor and need to be earning her keep and helping out. She is used to being alone, so she wants to contribute somehow to anyone she might be staying with in order to convince herself and others that she is indeed helping. Look! I am doing work! Please let me stay! Usually these are the people she grows fond of and will protect with terrifying ferocity.

She is also at times though, a little bit dumb of ass. Lilith is fluent in French and in English, but there are words still in English that she thinks she knows but does not. For instance she gets confused by the names for baby animals and is quite convinced that quite a few baby animals are just -insert animal name- + "ling" (Piglings, chickenlings, gooselings, etc) In the times her inner idiot shows, she will get very flustered and embarrassed. She feels she is supposed to be smooth and intimidating afterall. Not to mention formal.

Also while she has very much given up on recieving love from another, and is quite against the prospect of a relationship, she does still catch feelings for people on occasion. And it always kind of scares her. But an affectionate or fond Lilith is an incredibly soft one that has a lot of love to give but is a bit hesitant to give it.

Lass is also very maternal in nature, even despite being a bit pissy. She wants to protect.

TLDR; Lilith Streith is bitter French musician and thief who does not trust getting close to men, but does find that the nice ones who are respectful are really super cool and she likes them a lot.

Amelia Alexi on the other hand, is quite the opposite.

Miss Alexi is a Grade-A gunslinger and mercenary in the Cowboy Times, a very annoyed and fed up deputy in FarCry, a S.T.A.R.S. agent that's too willing to fight literally anything in Resident Evil, and overall, a professional pun-slinging dumbass with sleep and trust issues.

I'm going to go with Cowboy Times storyline and traits because it's a bit better thought out at this time.

Amelia grew up with a brother and her parents, all of which she was very close with. She was brought up in a musical family, and a family that was very keen on the idea of being kind and doing what is right. They hunted and grew a good majority of their food, but were well enough liked by the nearby town too. They were good folks that helped a lot of people.

In a series of quite unfortunate events, some of which inadvertantly brought on by herself, Amelia found herself alone, wanted by the law for murder, and riddled with guilt and wrath. Her parents having disappeared on her and her brother, only for her brother to be executed for a crime she committed.

The law failed her brother big time, the judge having said guilty with little to no evidence of her brother's involvement. And seeming how it was her crime, she is so hurt and angered by his death. Wrath builds in her rather quickly, and she takes it out on those who caused it, killing off those crooked men of the law in a fury before stealing a horse and bolting, killing off any pursuers who come too close.

Those mental wounds continue to fester and her rage ends up directed towards the law as an entirety. They are liars and snakes. And if they want to come after her now, she won't hesitate to send them back to their maker.

Despite her resolve, she finds herself faced with nightmares and visions a plenty. Nightmares that startle her awake and leave her in tears. Nightmares about her brother's death, and the death's of so many others she has and hasn't met. They are painful and terrifying to her, so she soon decides the only way to avoid them would be to avoid the medium they come across, sleep.

Thus the first of her horrible care habits begins as Amelia cuts out sleep. Avoiding it at any cost, which soon enough weighs on her and causes a bit of paranoia. Constantly fatigued and constantly on high-alert, she somehow manages to retain her gun-slinging abilities and sharp senses for the most part, but unfortunately finds that her body will forcibly shut down on her and make her black out when it decides its had enough. Usually in rather unfortunate times and places.

The back of her horse

In the middle of a field

In a chair

In a tree

In the middle of cleaning her weapons

All over the place. Not ideal, but she is a surprisingly lucky lass, and nobody goes looking for a killer and expecting her to be passed out in the middle of the road.

Anyway, back to important stuff.

Due to the reputation she gains amongst the law, she finds herself being lassoed into a rather sketchy group of people. A den of vipers, men and women with guns and knives to lend. She finds herself in a guild of mercenaries, run by one Mama Morgen. The Queen of the den.

Amelia is soon enough stuck with the den, being called out to snuff out lives in return for money as well as assurance that Mama Morgen wouldnt turn those hired weapons on her for knowing too much.

While Amelia is usually apathetic anymore, too tired and done with life to care about others and too sure to keep her distance to get close enough to care, she is still a sweet hearted little woman. A lonely one, a tired and jaded one, but a sweet one.

She has odd habits and a sense of humor, finding some amusement in shitty jokes and some peace in playing a nice music piece on her violin. Her fury is strong, but it remains directed at those who wronged her so badly in the past. People aren't inherently bad, she can get along well enough with people, as she has retained her old kindness.

When she is comfortable with someone, she too tends to grow fond and protective of them. While she is far less maternal in nature, she doesnt want her friends to feel any kind of pain or anguish. To her they are deserving of the best and only the best, so she works hard to keep them free of danger or stress. To cheer them up and make them laugh when they do find themselves stressed or hurt. Within the short leddy, there is a lot of care to provide for those that she thinks have earned it.

Amelia can also be a bit sassy and dumb of ass as well. And proves it frequently. Any possible feelings she may catch are not registered as feelings until it hits her like a brick when she realizes that cuddling and snoozing with a person on a nightly basis is not a thing most people do when they're just friends. And trying to do horse tricks and cool stunts in front of a person to impress them is not entirely normal either.

Also, she does a lot of stunts. Miss Alexi is fond of two things: The warmth of a thousand suns, and The Thrill. Has on multiple occasions jumped off of cliffs in order to land in the water below, especially when being pursued. Though she does enjoy being pursued as well, especially in a rather cruel way when it's the law pursuing her.

She is intelligent as a person, but her common sense isn't always present and she is likely to crack a joke or impulsively steal things at inopportune times. There is little impulse control.

She is alive because of luck, spite, and an uncanny ability to shoot really quickly. Nothing more.

#thank you for the ask though I'm sorry i become so horrible at explaining things when I'm actually asked #i just have SO MUCH to say but don't want to make it too long #BUT SERIOUSLY THANK YOU AND IM SORRY FOR ALWAYS TAGGING MY DUMBASS KIDS #oc: Lilith #oc: Amelia #long post #tw murder #also you can ask for more if you want more specific stuff on anything #or if you just want some interesting facts and bits on them #be it AUS or anything else

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storywool · 5 years

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For Good Measure

Request: Hi! I saw the prompt list you reblogged and was hoping I could request something! Using number 9 and number 2 with Bellamy.

2: “Stop screaming! It’s just a twisted ankle.”

9: “You cannot die! I won’t let it happen!”

Word count: 2,121

A brushing of the hand, a stolen glance, a lingering touch. The mutual pining was delicious and excruciating. It was the drug of choice of two oblivious dumbasses that couldn’t see how into each other they were. It was obvious to everyone but them, which is why Clarke and Octavia orchestrated a supply run that only two people needed to go on, and Clarke and Octavia were entirely too busy to do it themselves. They needed Y/n and Bellamy, the ultimate power couple if they would just open their eyes and see how into each other they are, to do it- a scheme to get them together.

Y/n and Bellamy had been friends since they met on the ground and became leaders of the group with Clarke. They were also a great team on supply runs and hunting trips because it was like they knew the other’s next step before they even moved. Watching Y/n and Bellamy work together was like watching a choreographed dance- fluid and in sync, even if it was a little chaotic.

They set out on their mission, walking through the forest in quiet complacency. The warm sun beamed down on Y/n’s face through the forest trees as she walked the trodden path. She turned her face toward it, absorbing the sun’s delicious rays. She moaned in contentment. Bellamy turned to her and he smiled to himself. This was a rare, pure moment.

Y/n felt Bellamy watching her and when she looked at him, he seemed mesmerized. “Why are you staring at me?” She asked. He blushed and bashfully turned away.

“I wasn’t staring…” He mumbled. Y/n giggled, which made Bellamy blush even harder. Y/n felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“I’m nice to look at, it’s okay.” She dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder, and Bellamy rolled his eyes.

“Especially when you smile…it’s pretty contagious.” She smiled again and Bellamy was over-washed with warmth he’d never experienced before.

He could have stared at her for hours, like a piece of fine art in a museum. He’d pay money just to see her smile like that again. He hated to see her smile fall and her eyes fill with worry at the sound of a twig snapping close by.

Y/n spun in the direction of the noise, hoping to find a deer, but instead, found a large mountain lion mere inches away from them. The lion crawled low and slow like a predator trying to catch its prey. Y/n felt a yelp of fear threaten to escape, but she dared not make a noise.

They both began stepping back slowly, hoping to put some space between them and the vicious cat looking for a good meal. With every step back, the cat stepped forward like a pre-meal waltz.

Without warning, the mountain lion pounced. Y/n and Bellamy instinctively turned and ran, heading up the path, searching for a solution to their predicament. They didn’t make it very far. Bellamy tripped in a hole that blended in all too well with the forest ground. The mountain lion took advantage, jumping on Bellamy. It tore at his face and Y/n feared the worst.

She grabbed her weapon- a small handgun that she only knew how to use because Bellamy taught her- and aimed it at the lion’s head. Her hands shook, afraid she’d miss her mark. But Bellamy was in trouble and she had to help. She took a deep breath and a leap of faith and squeezed the trigger with fierce determination. The first bullet hit the lion’s shoulder, but she made damn sure the second one didn’t miss. It landed right between the lion’s eyes, incapacitating it with a nasty spray of blood.

Y/n holstered her weapon and ran to Bellamy in a panic. There was blood everywhere, and she wasn’t sure which was the lion’s and which was Bellamy’s. “Oh my god, Bellamy, are you okay?” She began screaming and rambling, making a mountain out of his molehill of a wound.

Bellamy practically pushed the lion and Y/n off him, sitting up to examine the damage.

“You cannot die! I won’t let that happen!” Y/n cried.

Bellamy could barely think over Y/n’s cries. All he knew was he was very close to having his face clawed off but he somehow only hurt his foot. “Y/n, stop screaming! It’s just a twisted ankle!” He yelled She instantly stopped, looking into Bellamy’s eyes before moving to his very obviously twisted ankle.

“Y-you’re not scratched or bitten or anything?”

Bellamy took her trembling hands in his. “No, Y/n. You acted just in time. You saved my life.”

Y/n stared at him with tear-stained eyes. She was so worried that she wasn’t going to be able to save him, that she’d fail him just like she failed everyone else. As if he could read her thoughts, he placed a hand on her cheek and rubbed the skin softly. “Y/n, you did good. Thank you.”

She leaned into his touch absentmindedly and Bellamy wished for a moment that they could just stay like that forever. They couldn’t though. They had a dead mountain lion and a twisted ankle to take care of. The supplies they originally set out for were going to have to wait.

“Sorry I freaked out.” Y/n apologized once her nerves finally calmed down. “I’m still so new to all of this.”

“Don’t apologize, Y/n. It’s honestly kind of cute how worried you were.”

Y/n felt her face turn a deeper red than it already was, not expecting the compliment. How was he so good at turning her into a nervous, blushing, stammering mess?

“Oh, you don’t mean that.” She denied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear like it was a nervous habit. Bellamy wanted so badly to kiss her in that moment, but he didn’t want to fluster her anymore than he already had.

He did, however, feel the need to correct her. “I actually do mean it. You’re really cute all the time, but especially right now.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, at the sincere look on his face, and couldn’t help but smile and giggle. This boy was being completely serious. Bellamy smiled too, in a way he rarely did. It made the corners of his eyes crinkle and little laugh lines form around his mouth. Y/n wished she could photograph that smile, or at least experience it more often.

But Bellamy was injured and if they could get the mountain lion back to camp, they had dinner for the camp. Y/n reached into her bag to get something to wrap his ankle up in. “We need to get this lion back to camp. That’s enough meat for everyone…and then some.” Bellamy said as she worked on his ankle.

“Well, unless you somehow expect me to get you and the dead meat back, it’s gonna have to stay.” She replied.

“No, I can walk.”

“Like hell you can.”

“Help me find a big stick. I can use it as a crutch so I can walk and help carry Simba over there.” He joked, throwing in an unnecessarily hot wink for good measure. Y/n knew this plan was not the best, that Bellamy might hurt himself even more, but it was the only plan that was going to make sure this trip wasn’t a complete waste. She huffed, but stood up anyways to search for a stick or branch that he could use. She found one that was just tall enough and fashioned a cushion on one end with Bellamy’s mountain-lion-bloodstained jacket and some rope so he could put it under his arm like a real crutch. It wasn’t great, but it was going to get the job done.

Y/n helped him stand up slowly, allowing him to use her as support as he got used to his situation. “This is gonna suck, you know that right?” She asked, half cheekily and half worriedly.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled still, “Help me get Simba.”

“Mufasa would actually be more accurate.” She said, moving to one end of the cat.

Bellamy groaned, which turned into a laugh, “No, that’s so sad!”

They bantered back and forth the rest of the trip, somehow managing to carry the heavy lion with them. It was particularly difficult, not because of Bellamy’s ankle, but because Y/n was so much shorter than he was. It was like a 6’0” person carrying a couch with the assistance of a much shorter companion. Oh, and the tall one’s arm is incapacitated and they walk with a limp.

So it was difficult.

They made it though, if only by sheer determination. Every muscle in Y/n’s body screamed when they finally reached the camp. Bellamy’s ankle was so bruised and swollen he honestly worried if he’d walk normal again.

While the rest of the delinquents feasted on the delicious meat, Y/n decided to pay Bellamy a visit, who was resting in the dropship with his foot cushioned and an emergency ice pack wrapped around it. They found some painkillers for him, too, which helped a lot.

The cute girl carrying in two plates of food that just walked in definitely helped too.

Bellamy sat up from his position when she entered, shifting to make room on the cot with him. She didn’t sit though, afraid she might hurt him. “I brought you some of our hard earned dinner.” She handed him one of the plates and Bellamy graciously accepted. He was starving.

“Thanks, that’s really nice of you. You can sit if you want.” He gestured to the spot, hoping she’d stay. Thankfully she did, sitting down on the edge of the cot before turning to face him.

“How are you feeling?” She asked before taking a bite of food.

“Much better now that I’ve got some good food and good company.” He smiled at her through his own bite of food.

Y/n didn’t want to make small talk, but she also didn’t want to talk about what he said in the woods just yet. What if he didn’t actually mean it? What if he was on an adrenaline high or something? What if he changed his mind?

“What are you thinking about?” He asked. He was very good at reading her body language, and could tell by the way she picked at her food and avoided eye contact that something was bothering her.

“It’s nothing…just something Clarke said earlier.” After they arrived back from their failed trip, Clarke revealed the real reason behind sending her with Bellamy- because everyone shipped them and they were obviously into each other. While Y/n could confirm those feelings for him, she wanted, no needed, to know if he felt the same way. Y/n finally made eye contact with him and the look on his face told her to continue. She took a deep breath before letting it roll out like word vomit, “She said they didn’t even need supplies, just wanted an excuse to get us alone. Apparently, there’s some people who think we’d be a cute couple and who wanted to take matters into their own ha-”

He laughed loudly, “why does that not surprise me?” Y/n wanted to laugh with him, but couldn’t. It definitely surprised her. She felt defeated in that moment, since he seemed to be unfazed by this. He didn’t seem nervous or anxious.

She was very nervous and anxious though. For whatever reason, Bellamy was very good at reading her emotions and knew that this was important to her to talk about.

“They’re not wrong, though.” He added, dropping his voice to a soft whisper, so only she heard it.

“What do you mean?” Y/n felt her heart start beating rapidly. Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“That we’d make a cute couple.”

“Bellamy-” She started but wasn’t able to finish, for Bellamy finally closed the distance between them. He took her face between his hands and brought her into a head-spinning, world-stopping kiss. The kiss was like coming up for air out of the deep water of repressed emotion. All thoughts about the mountain lion or Bellamy’s ankle vanished. All Y/n could think about was the delicious feeling of Bellamy’s lips on hers and his hands on her body.

They finally pulled away when breathing became difficult. Y/n felt intoxicated almost, drunk off Bellamy’s taste. She hummed contently and slurred, “Was not expecting that.”

He laughed and kissed her again. “There. Another for good measure.” Y/n gave him peck after peck until she had her fill and cozied up to Bellamy on his little cot. She quickly drifted off to sleep, completely satisfied for the first time in a while.

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thecursedhellblazer · 4 years

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@mythsxndlegends asked: “ Shippy thingie for Oliver? ”

Look at our idiots together || Accepting !

who hogs the duvet None of them. Oliver has slept in the most uncomfortable places ever, so he doesn’t really mind having a blanket or not, especially when the heating system takes care of keeping a comfortable temperature. As for John, he moves a lot in his sleep constantly ends up kicking the sheet off his body and off the bed, so that’s where they usually end up being in the morning. If one of them gets cold in his sleep, they usually end up pressed up against each other. Sometimes face to face, more often back to back. Of course, if they have fallen asleep tangled in each other, that’s how they’ll probably stay, no need for a blanket in the first place.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going None of them does it. They aren’t fans of texting in general and Oliver usually calls if he needs John’s help or advice with something, exploiting the chance to also ask him how he’s doing. Constantine, from his part, just texts Oliver random crap for the mere reason that Felicity told him that such kind of texts annoy the hell out of the vigilante and John is nothing if not a smug bastard when it comes to this kind of things.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts It depends on your definition of “creative”. John gets his hands on the most random things during his travels and there has been one time when he has brought Oliver a demon skull straight back from Hell. Useless to say, the Green Arrow had no idea of what to do with it, but he didn’t want to throw it away, so it has ended up in a glass case in their secret headquarters. Oliver’s gift are a bit less odd, but more practical. High quality Swiss knives, decent first aide kits, a talisman he retrieved thanks to one of his many contacts, even a gun with special bullets once (even if he knows that John doesn’t really use them).

who gets up first in the morning Oliver, even despite his nightly activities. John is not a morning at all and getting him out of the bed is a real challenge at times. Especially since, more often than not, he stays up till almost down and then drinks himself to sleep, which lands him very hangover the next morning. That when he sleeps at all. Both Oliver and Felicity tend to worry about his fucked up sleeping schedule, she more than him, but they just can’t be helped. And all this without mentioning all the times Oliver arrived late to his office because John had made sure he didn’t get out of the bed either.

who suggests new things in bed It’s fatally up to John. The magician had seen and tried things that Oliver can’t even start to imagine and that is a bit scary too at times, even if it brings out some interesting options for what they can try out. John, on his part, really appreciates Oliver’s abilities when it comes to tie someone up.

who cries at movies None of them does. However, John has the bad habits of making lots of comments while watching movies and that becomes a problem when the rest of the room doesn’t want to hear them. Also, it makes the team movie nights a mess because he and Curtis just can’t shut up for a moment. Diggle is always a breath away from shooting them both with tranquilizers.

who gives unprompted massages They are a rare occurrence, but they can happen and mostly they come from Oliver. John is less “touchy-feely”, so he tends not to initiate contact unless he’s aiming for sex, but he can appreciate the way the vigilante works his hands on his back and arms. John ends up giving the massages after some particularly rough intimate session they had or whenever Oliver is stressing too much or feeling to guilty over something. None of them likes to talk, so Constantine makes him sit down, with magic if he has to, and works on Oliver’s body until he has managed to loosen the worst knots in his muscles.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick None of them really fusses. Oliver worries, because John isn’t good at taking care of himself in general and, demon blood or not, he can get injured quite badly considering the kind of job he does. However, he knows better than to try and get in the other man’s way of life. As for John, he mostly isn’t around when Oliver gets wounded during missions. Felicity calls him only when it’s worse than the usual and there have been a few times he has shown up literally out of nowhere just to make sure that Oliver would recover. Of course, he always has an excuse not to admit that he is doing that.

who gets jealous easiest None of them really gets gets jealous. John might from time to time, but the feeling always comes more from the fact that he ends up thinking that Oliver would be better off with someone less messed up than he is. Oliver has been the cheater in too many relationships in the past and that makes him rationalise any possible jealous feeling he might get. Moreover, he knows that John is a flirt and and that he uses that to gets what he wants and needs from time to time. Plus, there is the chance that he feels a bit unequipped when it comes to engage someone with John’s kind of sexual experience.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music John has the weirdest ones, but not necessarily the most embarrassing. The problems start when he gets over fixated on one single song and that’s the only thing everyone who is around him is allowed to listen to. Oliver might have a few girly songs he started to like because of Felicity and Thea, and those definitely earn him some playful teasing from John’s part.

who collects something unusual John. Retrieving and collecting artifacts is part of his job and some of them are literally out of this world. Oliver has a small collection of the items he has brought home from his five years spent around the world and on Lian Yu, but even the oddest of them looks absolutely normal comparing with what John can pull out of his vault.

who takes the longest to get ready It depends. Usually Oliver, because he actually cares about getting his looks together, while John just showers and then goes out still with his bed hair. There are times, however, when Constantine spends over an hour in the bathroom because he is sleep-deprived or hangover or simply lost in his thoughts and it takes ages for him to get himself together and ready to go.

who is the most tidy and organised Oliver, and it’s pretty obvious. He keeps his things in order, stashed away in the right place and he instantly notices if something is missing or out of place. John is chaos personified. He leaves his stuff hanging around everywhere, even if he eventually cleans after himself, at least when he is at Oliver’s (let’s not talk about what he does when he is alone at his own place). Oddly enough, though, he always manages to find what he needs. The team is secretly running a poll on whether or not he puts a tracking spell on everything to make sure he doesn’t lose it.

who gets most excited about the holidays None of them is a huge fun of holidays. Oliver doesn’t mind to celebrate them quietly, with friends and what’s left of his family. John couldn’t care less for them if not for the fact that they usually mean more people messing with magic in the wrong way at the wrong time (a lot of modern holidays have taken the place of old pagans rites and they usually coincide with days when the Veil is thinner). No one, however, will ever forget that one Halloween when John introduced them to the ghosts of some of his dead mates.

who is the big spoon/little spoon It depends on the mood and on what they have been doing before finding themselves in such position. They usually don’t spoon at all and either sleep facing each other or remaining entangled in each other’s limbs. There are times when Oliver rolls over in his sleeps and plasters himself against John’s back, in an instinctive need to shield whoever is sharing his bed. John eventually moves away, because being held without him having somehow asked for it for too long makes him feel caged and brings back unpleasant memories. The other way around usually happens only if Oliver asks, with words or, more often, just making John understand what he wants without saying it.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports They are both competitive, with the difference that John is a pathological sore loser. He always finds a way to cheat, no matter what they are playing, and that can be overly annoying. However, most of the times, Oliver chooses to takes it as a challenge, a way to train himself to put on a fair fight even if his opponent isn’t playing by the rules. It actually makes the competition more fun, even if there is always some lingering frustration on both sides.

who starts the most arguments John. He is the one who usually snaps or start being unreasonable about things that, in Oliver’s eyes, are perfectly logical. The problem is that, when Constantine is in one of his moods, he is beyond touchy and every pretext is good to start an argument, even when there’s no real to do so. It’s his way to unload whatever feeling is eating him up on the inside and, unfortunately, from time to time he ends up saying or doing the wrong feeling, triggering Oliver’s anger in response. Whenever the latter things happen, John ends up storming out of the building and of the city too and it takes days, if not weeks for him to come back or get in touch. And usually it’s always because Felicity or Curtis have reached out to him first (Oliver is too stubborn to do it in person).

who suggests that they buy a pet None of them is really a pet person and, with the kind of life they lead, they wouldn’t have the time to care for once. From time to time, John turns up with some magical creature he is temporarily looking after, for one reason or another, and they usually end up causing some trouble. Nothing too big, but they still leave enough of a mess to need to be cleaned up in their coming.

what couple traditions they have John likes watching Oliver working out and from time to time he even allows himself to be persuaded to join the training. That last thing had started as a joke from his part, but it ended up becoming almost a habit. Oliver also takes John sightseeing around Star City when he gets a chance, telling him about the places he has grown up in. Constantine usually ends up having them walking along the ley line that passes through the city, since he is naturally attracted to the power that comes from it, and it isn’t there for them to find some off object or even a small surge of energy on their path. John totally thrives in it and it’s one of the very few ways he can share something of his world with Oliver. They go out for milkshakes. John was skeptical at first, but Oliver insisted and eventually convinced it. It’s something he used to do while dating Laurel and he thinks that doing something normal can be good for them boths.

what tv shows they watch together None of them is really much into TV shows. They end up watching movies from time to time, whenever Oliver is up to dealing with John’s commentary or sports, when Oliver is willing to put up with John’s yelling.

what other couple they hang out with They don’t really do the whole double dating thing, especially since they don’t go on dates (or at least do and never call them such) in the first place. Usually, if they go out as a “couple” it’s a team outing plus John. They had dinner a quite a few times with Diggle and Lyla and in a couple of occasions with Curtis and his husband. There was this one, awkward time when they found themselves having coffee with Lance and Donna, and things got very awkward because the other two had no idea that John and Oliver were a thing and Donna started to ask Oliver about any potential love interest he had. The vigilante was left in a very tight spot, while John was so laughing his ass off next to him.

how they spend time together as a couple John also tags along for some of the team missions, even if in rare occasions. Moreover, there’s the time alone they spend together whenever Oliver can afford a half day off and John isn’t too busy chasing his latest interest in the occult field. They occupy it either in bed or doing some of the things aforementioned (sight-seeing, training, not-dates, movies, etc)

who made the first move John. He is the one who started to flirt with Oliver, out of fun, because he was utterly persuaded that the other was straight. And he was also the one who kept pressuring once he had grasped that Oliver might actually be interested, after all. That’s how the physical part of their relationship started. As for the emotional one, it developed on his own, without any of them ever mentioning it. And that’s the reason why they are in desperate need of having a talk about the subject.

who brings flowers home John used to show up at the lot with flowers for Thea when she was still around, bur for the rest it has never been their things. The only time Oliver was the one to bring the flowers was when John introduced him to a friend of his (and ex-girlfriend) who could have lent them a hand to deal with a cult. It turned out that Zatanna had quite a few interesting tales to share about Constantine and the magician totally regretted having brought her along.

who is the best cook Oliver. John can manage well enough, but the vigilante is the one who can whip together high quality meals all the time. Constantine doesn’t mind, also because, deep down, he knows that he needs to eat properly, at least from time to time.

#* My reality is eleven tenths perception. * ::headcanons::#* I'll always owe you. Any time and anywhere you need me I'll be there. * ::John&Oliver:: {thegreenxrcher}#mythsxndlegends #sv tba

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Ducktales Switched AU: Masterpost !

I was asked to make a masterpost pertaining to my feelsy AU and figured considering how far it’s come, it was needed!

Brief summary: This is an AU where Scrooge and Magica’s roles have been swapped. Gladstone takes the place of Lena after Scrooge saved him from the House of Lucky Fortune, whilst a shadow child called Lena takes the place of Magica’s niece. Magica lives in the mansion with Lena, Webby, Mrs. Beakley, and her brother-turned-raven, Poe. Scrooge’s family is of magical heritage, including Donald and his boys who are currently estranged from the old miser after a terrible accident involving Della Duck. The unlucky duck avoided Duckburg all their lives up until the kids hijacked and sabotaged the boat to visit out of curiousity. And then the shenanigans began.

Now the core aspect of it is out of the way, more information under the cut! Biographies may vary in length (and key events) as I am still figuring out concepts. As a result, I may make edits occasionally! If you have any further questions, even about characters I’ve already talked about or have YET to talk about, please shoot!

The official tag for it is #ducktales switched au, until further notice!

CHARACTERS:

Magica De Spell: The richest duck in the world, Magica is a well reknowned figure in the world, running huge companies as well as owning a considerable amount of land. Her estate used to belong to the one and only Scrooge McDuck, until she bought it out after his disappearance. She does adventure in her spare time (and has done in the past, crossing paths with Scrooge AND Goldie), though is quite a busy business woman so rarely has time for her domestic life. Extremely eccentric and a little chaotic, but she does get the job done. Has dabbled in magic before, but after her brother was turned into a raven, doesn’t much do so anymore.

Scrooge McDuck: An infamous warlock of his time, Scrooge McDuck was a former treasure hunter and magical artefact collector, jolly and passionate. He ventured the world with his nephew and niece gathering items which slowly corrupted his mindset, much to the worries of Donald. He became power hungry, possessive, and stuck in his own decisions - and that ended terribly when Della Duck tried to lead him away from the life of corruption. A reflex stray of magic ended in disaster, and in one day, both relatives left him. Grieving over the loss of Della and how it was all his fault, he left behind his estate and relocated to Mt. Vesuvius, then spent the following years lost and searching for a way to get Della back, no matter the casualities. His first real attempt to get her back was thwarted by Magica De Spell, and he was trapped in his own dime for five years up until the events of the Shadow War.

Lena De Spell: Magica’s ‘niece’. After fleeing numerous boarding schools, Lena turned up on Magica’s doorstep and wound up adopted. She was created during the fight between Magica and Scrooge, much like in canon, only this time around, Gladstone was there to take her place. Magica took her in partly out of guilt and responsibility for her creation, and they’ve been together ever since. Lena rarely gets to see her aunt much, and Magica’s spoilings don’t really help this - though that does change eventually, around the time she met these three weird kids. Lena’s connection to Scrooge is something Magica does stress over though...

Webby Vanderquack: Lena’s best friend and local conspiracy theorist. Not much different from her canon counterpart, she gushes over the De Spell family’s history, much to the irritation of Lena who frankly could care less. With how busy Magica is, Webby and Lena are constantly together, and go on adventures with Gladstone Gander, the triplets, and the entire family if they’re lucky. Family dictionary, and her world totally wasn’t shaken when she discovered Scrooge McDuck’s belongings in the manor.

Gladstone Gander: Scrooge’s lucky adopted and non-magical nephew. At some point before Scrooge was shadow-fied, Gladstone was saved from the Lucky Casino by his uncle. In exchange, he agreed to help Scrooge out without reading the fine print (binding contracts are never good). After Scrooge and Magica’s battle, Scrooge’s shadow attached to his, and the rest rolls out as you’d expect. He eventually becomes involved in the De Spells’ lives, trying to retrieve the number one dime for his uncle and earn his freedom. Unfortunately, his growing attachment to the family means his luck doesn’t really work with him, at least for Scrooge’s goals. Becomes quite protective of Lena and Webby (and usually stands up to Scrooge because of them), and develops awkward feelings for Magica.

Has no idea what Scrooge’s actual motives are, and Scrooge is hesitant to say them in case Gladstone rebels. Not that he doesn’t eventually anyways. Come the Other Bin, the goose has enough of his uncle’s orders but that ends badly for him, and the freedom in the Shadow War is temporary. Cursed a shadow, but that doesn’t stop him protecting the kids, which is his end - least in waking life. Stiiiiill pondering who his shadow gets attached to.

Donald Duck: Scrooge’s magical nephew and your typical bad luck magnet. Before the incident with his relatives, he ventured the world while studying magic under his uncle’s wing. Lived in Duckburg until Della’s disappearance, then left with the boys, constantly on the move for a new home (and job). Wary about the usage of magic after what happened to Della, though hesitantly taught the boys what he knows (at least the bare minimum). Occasionally traveled with his friends, José Carioca and Panchito, and didn’t return to Duckburg until his curious nephews hijacked the boat and stranded them there. Spends most of his time looking for a new job to fix the boat. Fixed up the boat over the course of season 1, but it wound up getting broken again by its end. Magica offered his family to stay come season 2 in thanks for the battle against his uncle.

Della Duck: The missing mother. She ventured with her uncle and brother, though unlike them wasn’t that invested in magic. Della focused on practicality, and although she was a talented witch at a young age, she ultimately lost interest and wanted to tackle everything hands on. She disappeared before her children were born, sucked into a portal to the underworld after trying to confiscate an artefact from her uncle’s grasp and being hit by a stray bout of magic. As far as everyone knows, Della is long dead. Her memorial can be found at Castle McDuck, and her family visits it often.

Huey: An incredibly bright child with a knack for reading; takes to spellbooks like a duck to water. Typically the nephew most knowledgeable on spells and if you need a magic dictionary, then he’s your guy. Has about as much potential as Donald when it comes to magic ability, but he’s still learning and as a result his spells vary in strength. Into science and idolizes Gizmoduck, finding the practicality of science and technology fascinating.

Dewey: Darts right into danger just like his mother; Dewey has had accidents with his spell casting, and accidentally snapped his wand at a point (those are expensive to replace)/ His spellcasting has pretty good strength for a boy his age... until you realize it has zero handling. Until he can get a lid on it, his spells are pretty unstable and the wand doesn’t help things. Despite its defects, however, only Dewey knows how to somewhat work it because he’s had it so long. Dewey headed the ‘let’s sabotage the boat while Donald is sleeping and go to Duckburg’ plan.

Louie: The lazy triplet has a lot of tricks up his sleeves. Spells are usually pretty tame as he has a tendency to just use them for house chores, but out of all the triplets, he has the strongest magical capability. The downside is he’s just never motivated to push himself that far. As such, he has a habit of getting into the most trouble - and since he’s still building self confidence, fear isn’t the motivation he needs.

Poe de Spell: A duck cursed to be a raven by Scrooge McDuck; he was transformed into a raven during Scrooge’s final confrontation with Magica. Generally acts as her sister’s advisor of sorts, wary, wise, but still as snarky as in the OG Ducktales. Acts as a Zazu to Lena, in that sense, but cursed teens are always able to evade a watchful eye. He’s a raven the entirety of Season 1 before the wizard, Donald Duck, is able to turn him back after the events of the Shadow War.

Launchpad McQuack: The family driver/pilot - Magica admires his positive and smashing energy and wouldn’t have any other person to drive her to and from her destinations.

Goldie o’Gilt: Scrooge McDuck’s old flame; she had history with the warlock before he took a turn for the worse. Their relationship was about as you’d expect until the incident, then it grew colder with every encounter because Goldie’s rivalry was intrusive to Scrooge’s plans. She had no idea what incited this change. Attended a party and ran into another old rival: Magica De Spell, and they ventured to white agony plains together (where Goldie was reminiscent of the days with Scrooge, though she said little about it to Magica).

Mrs. Beakley: Agent 22 - used to work with Scrooge McDuck, and soon as his housekeeper until Della’s disappearance and his leave. Signed up for the same job with Magica de Spell, awaiting her former boss’ return and to keep an eye on his belongings.

Duckworth: The manor’s ghost; previously served under Scrooge McDuck before his disappearance. Along with Mrs. Beakley, is currently guarding the warlock’s belongings. Extremely loyal to Scrooge in general, but due to the bonds he’s made with the people around him, that loyalty is a tad strained. Unlike in canon, he actually stayed behind before the events of the Shadow War.

STILL TO COME:

Fenton Crackshell:

Gyro Gearloose:

Downy & Fergus

AND A BUNCH MORE. PROBS.

LINKS:

REFERENCES:

Scrooge

Donald.

Huey, Dewey, and Louie.

Poe De Spell.

LORE:

The Scrooge sketch that started it all - This was just a random idea I came up with one day; I loved role switch AUs, especially when they’re with antagonists and protagonists.

Initial Magica Concept - Later adapted the design to better fit the design in the reboot.

General PSA about the AU - 1 - Not everyone changes drastially; they’re just adapted.

General PSA about the AU - 2 - About the general storyline.

McDuck Family Lore - 1 - The McDuck family are one of magic, Gladstone being the exception as he is adopted. Della died due to a magical accident and Donald was unable to save her.

De Spell Family Lore - 1 - About Magica’s relationship with Lena and her characterisation in general.

De Spell Family Lore - 2 - Information on the raven, Poe de Spell, and Lena.

Poe & Gladstone - stuff about Poe’s personality and fate, with a bit about Gladstone.

Lena’s Existence in the AU - shadow child, ye.

Donald - 1 - Initial Donald design; pretty basic and eventually got changed.

Donald - 2 - Doodle of that boy.

Scrooge - 1 - Doodles; Scrooge’s infamy is pretty well known and he won’t stand for family members getting in the way of his goals.

Donald and the boys - 1 - Donald teaches the boys magic... but only with restraint.

Donald and the boys - 2 (+Gladstone meta) - Slightly scrapped concept; Donald was stranded in Duckburg with the boys instead of constantly traveling the world across the season so he and the boys would be more involved with the plot.

Donald and the boys - 3 - and where they’re living.

Donald and Della’s childhood - they were so smol.

Della’s Scarf - ouch.

Dewey’s Wand - 1 - it broken.

Dewey’s Wand - 2 - but he knows how to use it.

The Triplets & their involvement - I still love this idea so much.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 1 - An old concept I suppose; I’m honestly thinking about scrapping this as ‘marriage’ takes a little too long for Scrooge’s liking and the concept just irks me a little.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 2 - Gladstone trying to casually divert attention to something else does not work in the slightest.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 3 - Summary of how Scrooge’s quest to save Gladstone and get his backup plan for the fight against Magica went.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 4 - Decided to mess with a different kind of perspective.

Voice Musing - I saw stuff in the tags it had me thinking emoji.

Scrooge and Gladstone - 5 - lore galore in the tags, btw.

Scrooge’s relationship with Goldie - talks a bit about her debut ep.

not canon but HOW DARE YOU ANON - scrooge and goldie hurt me.

Gladstone’s interactions with the kids - 1 - Lena is generally suspicious but Webby is painfully open.

Gladstone’s interactions with the kids - 2 - Lena is a suspicious child wary for Webby’s sake. Also I am called out for having too much Gladstone in this AU. Looking at this list, I can confirm I am trash.

Gladstone’s interactions with Magica - 1 - spoilers: he’s a dork.

JAW$ redraw but it’s Gladstone and Scrooge - I spent so much time on this but it was really worth it. He likely would have had the friendship bracelet Webby gave him but I was too burnt out to draw that section.

JAW$ doodles (Lena, Gladstone and Scrooge) - in which a teenager is baffled and shocked this guy would save anyone but himself.

Other Bin Doodles (Gladstone ft. Lena) - Some sketches I did after rewatching the Other Bin; Lena and Webby both get turned into dolls in this one.

Other Bin suffering - goose boy sad, save him.

Gladstone and Magica content (ft. Lena) - someone asked for Magicstone so I delivered.

Fenton & Gyro - some general stuff and their relationship with their boss.

Mrs. Beakley’s role in the Switched AU - I don’t talk about her enough tbh.

Scrooge’s old personality and his relationship with his niece and nephew - meta is so fun to write out but ouch.

Scrooge’s Motives & About Della - was rather painful to write about.

Scrooge and Donald - 1 - Did you know Della’s scarf used to be whole?

Shadow War Sketches - 1 - Man I really was on a field trip with these.

Shadow War Sketches - 2 - in which Gladstone perishes.

Shadow War Sketches - 3 - got to work with good expressions with these.

Shadow War Sketches - 4 - veeeeery proud of these.

Fake Shadow War Screenshots - got asked to edit suffering and I delivered.

Fake Triplet Screenshots - edits of the children.

Fake Scrooge Screenshots - I still don’t think green suits him tbh.

Fake Magica screenshot - she.

Shadow Gladstone and his fate - This... was dark.

Fenton and Scrooge - Took place after the Shadow War, I guess, while Scrooge is grieving.

This is a serious AU - yeah... i got nothin to say.

Inspiration - I’m a nerd, go figure.

Fanfiction WIP - who knows when I’ll finish it, but it’s in the works.

Scrapped Visual Novel - Maybe? Idk, depends if I ever get time for it.

Misc. Sketches - [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

Misc. Asks - [x] [x] [x] [x]

Headcanon commentary - [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

BEAUTIFUL ART BY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE:

domiinon:

Scrooge

Scrooge again and I am sobbing

All the Scrooges need hugs tbh

THIS LOOKS SO AMAZING?? LOOK AT IT??

scrooge support squad for all the angst we put them through

KJGNJFDNGDJ THEY ALL LOOK FABULOUS

bloosume:

Scrooge

fini-mun:

The End

kats-kreations:

Last Christmas aka kat breaks my heart

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales reboot #scrooge mcduck #magica de spell #gladstone gander #ducktales au #ducktales switched au #ducktales switched au master list #long post #disney #disney ducks #au #alternate universe #STILL working on this and will be making updates every now and then; i'll reblog this when i do!

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3, 4, 30, 40, 47, 56, and 61 for Alexis!

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?Her name means protector, defender, shield of mankind. It’s a literal summary of her skills, personality, and it’s also one that can go for either gender, both things I liked about it when I was naming her. I feel really attached to my name irl despite my gender rarely aligning to what people assume from it, so I wanted her to be able to keep hers without feeling dysphoric about it. I projected a lot onto this OC when I made her, lol.As for nicknames, her name’s pretty short, so she doesn’t really have one. Or at least I don’t THINK the party’s given her one, but I don’t remember.

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger? Which sibling are they the closest with? Alexis has one sibling, a younger sister. Seven whole years younger. They never got along, because as soon as her parents saw they had a “real” daughter, they pretty much discarded their first-born as a priority. Come to Alexis’ 16th birthday, when she expected to be given the family’s relic shield to train with as the first-born daughter’s coming of age rite, and her parents not only denied it to her but gave it to her 9 year old sibling a week before her 10th birthday instead? She never forgave her sister for accepting the shield, stole it in the night, and ran away from home. A few years later, with some training under her belt, she came back to do what she had been told was impossible and become a huntress of Artemis. It was a whole thing, with her sister having excelled as a prodigy and being accepted into the clergy, and her sister rejecting her at the temple doors saying it would be impossible for her to be given entry. Despite literal divine intervention, Alexis’ sister refused to accept her, and ended up cast out from the temple of Artemis by the head priestess for her cruelty while Alexis was allowed entry... which pretty well burned any potential bridge over the rift between them.

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?Fight. Always. Alexis stands her ground no matter what. A tactical retreat is different, she’s not suicidal and is usually the first to suggest moving to a more advantageous choice of terrain, but that only works if everyone agrees... and even in cases where her allies back down, she’ll hold the line until her last breath if it means they get out safely. She’s already lost her head once doing this, it was a pretty dramatic “save yourself, I’ll hold them back” moment where she held off a corrupted celestial on a staircase so the rest of the scouting party could run for backup, that I kinda wish had earned her more appreciation from the party. And, yes, she got better, don’t worry! She’s died a few times, but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna give up. If you can cast raise dead, you can bet she’ll come back determined as ever.

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?Hmmmmm. Trust MOST, is a hard question. I might have said Gelwyn, one of the player’s characters, but due to his recent dubiously honourable attempt to hire her to kill one of the other player characters if it came to a fight, he’s gone down on her list, which makes her sad. Probably Aodyni, since Aodyni knows her one big secret. And while she doesn’t blindly trust Aodyni, a known selfish conniving underhanded sneaky little feral bastard, she knows she’s about the only person Aodyni respects, trusts, or listens to at all. And she knows that she can trust Aodyni to behave in rude feral selfish ways, so she’s not likely to be surprised by anything she does. The two have a very... weird relationship. Alexis feels responsible to break Aodyni’s curse, and well. Aodyni knows Alexis, unlike other people, genuinely seems to like her and want to help her, despite the fact that every word that comes out of Aodyni’s mouth is twisted into something nasty. Aodyni knows that she doesn’t deserve the trust Alexis has in her. Alexis feels that because of this, she should extend her that trust anyway. They basically live on good faith with one another, despite their misgivings and doubts.

47. What’s their pain tolerance like?Pretty darn good, all things considered. When she gets badly wounded enough, she flies into an adrenaline-fueled frenzy and just fights harder. She is absolutely TERRIFIED of needles, though. Spear to the thigh? This is fine. Pinprick on the finger? IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD.

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)Alexis isn’t one for perfumes or scented things, when using stealth it’s a disadvantage to have a distinct scent to give away your position, and like many Amazons, she has a sensitive nose. She tries to keep clean whenever she can, usually trying to find a secluded natural water source away from prying eyes... so normally, she doesn’t smell too bad, but if she has to hang out somewhere she can’t get any privacy, she can get a bit funky. Usually though, she smells like very clean soft cat fur, a hint of petrichor, and a little bit musky.

61. Which season is their favorite season?Summer! Hot, hazy nights, the sound of cicadas, dry grass rustling in the breeze, fireflies, midday naps lounging in the branches of a lone shade tree on the savanna... Seasons don’t mean much in the northern end of the Amazon Isles, which are a temperate rainforest environment, but in the southern steppes where she lived with the Gnoll tribe that took her in, she learned to really love the changing weather. Not so much a fan of the winter, and the spring came with rain she could do without, but late summer was definitely her favourite.

#i personally hate summer but that's just because if I go outside in it I'll die...#and I also always gotta work. can't ever go relax or try to enjoy it. i miss getting to enjoy summer #so Alexis loves it for me #rixa's rants #rixa writes #thanks for the ask! some of these were really hard #alduinsbanes

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shoutoismybaby · 5 years

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Rescue

Can I get a Fantasy AU scenario with Half dragon Kirishima where he’s just sent to find some food by bakugou and during the trip he sees a group of dragon shapeshifters around a half dragon girl who looks terribly hurt (like arrows and just sword wounds) and he sees the group just leave her there sad flushing away and he rescues her and from then on they fall for each other?

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This is sooo cute! Sorry its so long, Warnings of Blood, injuries, and bakuraka

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Kirishima didn’t usually mind being sent out for food by bakugou. He actually enjoyed getting his own time to enjoy nature without the blonde yelling at him. He especially enjoyed talking to people in the towns he would pass by, especially if they were selling food. Sometimes, the villages would be hostile towards him. Weredragon people weren’t exactly popular at the time. Being part human and part dragon, you often got nailed with the bad rep of actual dragons. Along with having horns and smaller wings when in human form, making them easy to spot. This often led to ignorant humans attacking them unprovoked, often doing a lot of damage before the weredragon even had the time to shift. Sometimes the damage preventing them from at all.

Kirishima considered himself lucky that he had never been the target of an attack, and that he found Bakugou. His best friend and a human being who would defend him whenever, even if he would never say so out loud. Being friends with Bakugou, however, meant being away from home on a constant adventure. Not that Kirishima really minded, he really never had fit in in the village. He also liked exploring and helping out the people they came across. Which is why he often walked instead of flying when in search of food. It was harder to come across villages, yes. But he often found people in need of assistance.

And there was nothing the horned boy loved more than being someone’s hero.

So of course, when he heard panicked voices while picking berries, he abandoned the berries right away. He jogged towards the commotion and came across a small clearing littered with what looked to be other weredragons. Knowing that some of his kind were, for lack of a better word, savages who lived in tribes and would attack outsiders, he stayed in his spot hidden behind a tree. It was while he was trying to see through the sea of about 10 bodies that he began to hear soft whimpers and cries. From in between their legs, he spotted you. Laying on the ground as though you had collapsed, well you probably had. Your body was covered in blood and various arrows stuck out all over. Your face was contorted in pain, eyes squeezed shut. Kirishima's heart began to beat rapidly, why weren’t they helping you?

“Why would you be so stupid?” Kirishima’s ears finally caught bits on the conversation.

“You weren’t raised to be so weak!” A males voice seemed to overpower the rest, he looked to be the strongest out of the group, standing closest to you but showing no motive to tend to your wounds. “You know we can’t help you.”

Kirishima's eyes furrowed, what was this guy talking about?! You had fatal wounds that required treatment immediately.

“Please,” Your soft voice cut through, cutting off all other conversations. “I didn’t see them coming and there were so many.”

“That's your fault, and now you’ve probably led them to us!” The leader of the group spoke once again, and you visibly flinched. It was then that Kirishima hunch about coming across a tribe was confirmed. Usually, tribes had a hierarchy and, due to the current hunt on dragons in certain kingdoms, valued strength above all else. And you getting attacked and so badly injured would do serious harm on your reputation. But from what it seemed, it was earning you excommunication.

“I’m sorry,” A sob racked your body and Kirishima couldn't tell if it was because of the pain or what was happening.

“Let's go.” The leader demanded. Kiri wished that he could jump into action right then. COnvince them to stay and help you, but revealing himself would only put the both of you in more danger. Especially if they were right about the human that attacked you heading towards the group. The group seemed hesitant until the leader spread his wings, beckoning for the others to follow his example. A few looked sympathetic, but took off as the man did. Once they had finally taken off, shapeshifting into dragons once in the are, Kirishima made his way over to you. You had now curled into a ball as much as you could manage without inflicting even more pain to yourself. Your wings laid over your body, in a way that was hiding your face and that revealed how broken it was to Kirishima.

Upon hearing his footsteps you only curled into yourself more, releasing a pained hiss as the arrows were moved.

“I don't want to hurt you,” Kiri said, holding up his arms as though you could see them, “I just want to help. Your injuries look really bad. They could get infected... Or worse, if you don't let me help you.”

At this, you moved your wing from your face with a wince, and Kirishima's breath caught in his throat. He didn't think you’d be so beautiful up close.

“They’re probably not far behind, it would be smarter of you if you just left me.” You muttered, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Maybe, but I couldn't call myself a man if I did that either. Let me help, please.” He begged, getting increasingly worried as he noticed the blood pooling on the ground.

“What do you plan on doing then?” You asked,

“Well, I have a mage friend named Uraraka that lives in a small village a day or two from here called Tokyo. She’s taught me and my friend some healing remedies I could use in the meantime.” Kirishima explained, kneeling down next to you.

“You're planning on taking me to a village over a day away?” You asked, “Why?”

Kirishima looked up at you and sighed,

‘I don't know if you can feel it yet, you might still be in shock. But all these wounds, their fatal and-”

“And why do you care!?” You yelled, the people in your tribe had never done anything that didn’t benefit them. So what did he think he was going to get from this situation? A girlfriend? Because if so he could think again. “You don't know me, or anything about what happened to me. Why does it matter to you if I live or not if it's only going to inconvenience you?” Kirishima was taken back at your outburst. No one had really ever yelled at him when he was just trying to help them before. Well, other than bakugou, who ended up being his best friend. Which is probably why he didn't let your outburst faze him for too long.

“I don't know why I care, but I do and I want to help you. It wouldn't feel right to leave you here to die. What happened doesn't really matter to me. Now can I check your wounds?” He asked. You hesitated before accepting that he was your only chance at survival and nodded. You're adrenalin was wearing off and you could feel it. You knew the lack of blood was beginning to hit you, you began to feel drained and so, so sleepy. But each time he moved you to count your injuries a sharp pain from all over your body reminded you that you were very much alive. And you wanted to stay that way. It was a couple minutes before he spoke again, and you felt a lot calmer for some reason. “I’m going to pick you up and put you on my back okay? Its gonna hurt a lot but I can get you to where my friend and I are staying faster if I can carry you in my dragon form.”

“Where you and your friend are staying?” You asked, words sounding slurred together. “Are you like a nomad?”

“Sort of.” He responded, standing up and beginning to think about the best way to transport you.

“What's your friend like anyway?” You asked, a yawn leaving your mouth.

“He can be aggressive and temperamental. And he doesn't really like other people.”

‘He sounds like an ass.” You interrupted, he chuckled and shook his head.

“He comes off that way, but he’s really not. Plus, he’s much better attending to wounds than I am.” Kirishima explained,

and you had meant to respond. You really did. But it was at that moment you gave Kirishima a mini heart attack because you had blacked out.

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When you blacked out Kirishima had a mini heart attack. The poor dragon boy had thought for a minute he had already been too late to save you. But in the end, he was glad you had passed out. It ended up making the travel to the cave he and bakugou had claimed much easier.

Sadly, it didn’t help with convincing Bakugou to help him.

“Bakugou please,” Kirishima pouted,

“Your pet, your problem.”

“She’s not a pet.” Kirishima frowned, turning back into his human form, you still passed out in his arms. “Please, her wounds are fatal.”

This is what made Bakugou look down from his spot on top of the cave.

“What happened?” He asked, making his way down to the ground.

“I think she got attacked by humans,” Kirishima explained,

“Wait, you don't know for sure!?” Bakugou asked, “How do you know she's not some sort of villain?” “Well, I watched her get kicked out of her tribe-”

“She’s from a tribe?!” “And it seems that she got attacked by humans. Please, Bakugou!” Kirishima begged once more, Bakugou took his sweet time thinking it over and glanced at your limp form. “Fine, but if she ends up trying to kill us. It's your fault.” He made his way down from the cave and growled as he got a better look at your condition. “Lay her down and start cleaning her wounds, she’s going to end up needing a healing spell, but the potions I know how to make should help until we can get her to Uraraka.”

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The next time you woke up, you could feel wind rushing through your hair. Your eyes opened to reveal the night sky, and you suddenly knew you were being carried on a dragons back. You immediately shot up, regretting it as the pain from your wounds forced you back down. It was then that your memory started to come back. It must be that weredragon boy who had wanted to help you after your tribe had left you for dead. You attempted to shift again, and felt a wrapping around wounds, possibly what had kept you alive to this point. This time, you were able to sit up, only to jump when you heard a gruff voice sound from behind you.

“Go back to sleep, we’ll be there in a couple hours.” You turned your head to see a grumpy guy with spiky blond hair. It didn't take you long to figure out that this must be the friend the boy had mentioned.

“Where?”

“Tokyo, where the mage lives.” He rolled his eyes and leaned back against the base of the dragon's neck. It was then that you realized you could probably get answers to the questions that had been brushed off before. Especially considering the wind usually made it difficult to hear humans voices for dragons.

“When I asked him, he didn't really give me a clear answer, but. Why are you guys helping me out?” You asked, watching as he seemed to get annoyed you hadn't done as he told you.

“Kirishima has a heart too big for his body, he’s always liked helping people even if it puts him in danger. Like an idiot.” You nodded your head and looked back out at the clouds and stars you were passing. “Since I answered your question. Answer mine. What kind of tribe were you a part of?”

“Well, it was,” You paused and thought for a moment. “The emphasis was on being the strongest. The stronger you were, and the better you were at hunting, the higher status you had. Which is part of the reason I got, you know, after being attacked.”

“You’re not strong?” The blonde cocked his brows,

“Not compared to the tribe, no. But I also wasn’t born in there so I was always at a disadvantage to start with.” You explained,

“You weren't born to the tribe?” The boy began to look even more questionable of you.

“No, umm. My village got destroyed when I was little, leaving me alone and afraid in the woods. Where they found me and agreed to take me in. If that clears up anything for you.” You didn’t end up receiving a verbal response, but he seemed to be thinking it through. “What’s your name?”

“Bakugou. Don’t wear it out,” He demanded, “Yours?” He asked,

“(F/n).” He didn’t respond, and eventually, the exhaustion caught up with you once more and you laid back down. Letting the stars lure you back to sleep.

The next time you woke up, it was warm and you could feel the blankets piled on top of you. You opened your eyes to see the inside of a small cabin. You sat up, realizing that the only thing left from your wounds was a dull ache. The room was empty, save for a small table holding various books and beakers filled with colorful fluids. You assumed you had made it to the mages, and it was almost night. Something you could tell by looking out the window to see the sun begin to fall. You stepped out of your bed and walked over to the window, looking outside. You seemed to be on the second floor, giving you a good view of what you remembered was called Tokyo. It was a busy village, you could see shops and people down below. Of course, they seemed to be shutting down. Trying to turn in before all light went away. Focusing more on the people you could see the blond from last night, Bakugou, who was talking to a short brunette in front of the cabin. She was handing him a piece of paper and he looked strangely calm, it didn't fit his face well. You would have continued watching, but you heard the door open from behind you. You jumped and turned towards the noise. But when your legs landed back on the floor, your knees buckled from underneath you and you began to fall.

Before you could hit the floor, however, you felt strong arms around you.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” You looked up to see the face of Kirishima, his sharp teeth appearing through his smile.

“I-its okay.” You blushed, he helped you up and sat you back down on the bed. “Thanks for saving me, again.”

“Oh,” he scratched the back of his head, “It’s not a problem.”

“How long had it been? Since you saved me?” He paused and thought, sitting down next to you.

“About three days.”

“Three days! I’ve been with you guys for three days?” You asked,

“Did you have anywhere else to be?” He looked concerned,

“Well, no”

Soon enough, those three days turned into a year. A year that you spent traveling with the small group. You, the two guys, and the mage Bakugou had invited to join you. And it ended up being the best year of your life. Always on new adventures, taking on quests for money. You had never been freer, but as the winter drew near, there was still something you wished for.

“(Y/n)?” You turned to look back into the cage, seeing Kirishima make his way over to you. “What are you doing up?”

“Can’t sleep.” You answered simply, shivering as a cool breeze moved through. You looked behind the half-dragon to see Bakugou and Uraraka cuddled up near the fire, you were happy for them. Yet bitter. You turned back to admire the stars as Kirishima sat down next to you.

“Not a comfortable enough cave?” He attempted to joke, but you just shrugged.

“No, it’s just,” You shifted, “cold.”

There was a sudden warmth through your body as he set his arm around your shoulder, and pulled you close.

“You could have just said so,” You let yourself relax into his hold, “but I don't think being so far away from the fire is helping any.”

“Probably not,” You chuckled, “but I needed some time to, think.”

“About what?” Your eyes widened at the question, you couldn’t just tell him that you were head over heels for him! But you were exhausted, and when you were exhausted you did weird things.

You backed out of his grasp, facing him with only inches between your lips. You could feel his warm breath against your skin, and you opened your mouth,

“My lips are cold, too.” You said slowly, his face turned red as his vision switched between your eyes and lips. “If you want to, you can warm the-”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence before his lips were on yours. They were hot, almost burning. But it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to as a weredragon. It was too soon when he pulled away, a dorky smile on his face.

“I’m glad you feel the same way.”

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Requests are open!!

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #nesawrites

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les8ean · 4 years

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i'm not familiar with any of your ocs! but i would love to hear about them! are there any that can do magic/have some sort of supernatural abilities? or are just really, REALLY good at what they do (art, music, etc)?

well I have a million different AUs for all my OCs sdkgjhkfshg but my main magicky OCs are Alyren and Nova

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Alyren is a high-elf mage, mastering in restoration. she grew up in Shimmerene with parents who were diplomats. they very much followed the Aldmeri culture of needing everything to be perfect, and The Best™️. They pushed Alyren to be a mage, and everything she did as a child was to get their approval and affection (which didn’t come often). One day when she was 9 she decided to do something to really impress them. She found a spell tome for a powerful fire spell, and spent hours practising it, trying to make it work, trying to make it perfect. But she fucked it up. the spell raged out of control and burned her body extremely badly. she lost her left arm (where she’d been focusing the spell) and had the left side of her face badly burned (the burns are bigger than than they are in that pic, but not many picrews have options for burns scars so i did what i could sgjhkfjh). Her parents found her before the fire killed her, and put it out, but Alyren had been extremely badly scarred. she turned to her parents, whimpering for help. they looked at her, then each other. they threw a blanket over her, and grabbed her, running out of the city in the dead of night and deep into the forest. They abandoned Alyren in the forest, scared and scarred. They called her hulkynd. Alyren wandered through the woods as best she could, trying to find her way, half blind. but eventually she collapsed, and accepted that she was going to die here. and with her being hulkynd now? she thought she deserved itIt surprised her when she woke up, in a bed, her wounds covered in ointment and bandages. the bed was rattling, and through a small window nearby she could see trees going by. she was in a caravan. she sat up, and saw an argonian woman sitting at a table nearby.Alyren had been saved by some travelling mage’s guild scholars, who had been given exclusive access to the summerset isles for their studying (Alyren was born before the second era, when the Isles were opened to outsiders). they’d found Alyren collapsed on the side of the road, and had picked her up.after that, they took Alyren back to Black Marsh with them, to their guild hall. they got Alyren a prosthetic arm, and had their best healers help her with the pain and scarring. It took Alyren a long time to learn to love herself again. in a lot of different ways. her appearance. her being hulkynd. her failure at that spell. her being trans (although being around argonians when she came out, it was much easier for her than it might have been back in summerset).

Alyren never used fire magic again, instead mastering in Restoration (tho she of course dabbled in the other schools. Alteration in particular fascinated her). She had a natural talent for magic of all types, being the top of most of her classes. as she got older, people told her it was a waste of her talent for her to choose to master in restoration (it’s not a very well respected school (*cough cough* Colette Marence *cough cough*)). this just made her more spiteful to be better at Restoration magic.while Alyren learned not to live for perfection and the approval of others, she still somewhat wanted to prove to others that Restoration was not the useless school of magic that others saw it as. it could be a dangerous, powerful tool in the right hands. most people only saw the school of restoration as healing magic, but it was so much more.(this is gonna get kinda gross here and also probably not lore friendly becuase this is all just my personal speculation on the possibilities of the school of restoration, so feel free to skip this is you want, i just hate that restoration is always seen as weak and shitty) you see, above everything else, the school of restoration was about inspiring growth. who's to say that you should stop the growth once the broken bone is healed? you could continue the growth , make the bone thicker and stronger, or perhaps have it grow in shards, piercing through the muscle and flesh or even the vital organs if you choose the right bones. you could flesh upon flesh, weighing a person down, incapacitating them. you could grow more red blood cells, more blood, drowning a person in it. with strong and complex enough restoration magic, you may be able to regrow an entire body simply from a severed finger. and the growth doesn't need to be limited to a person. it could apply to any living thing. plants, insects, animals, the smallest bacteria. really, Alyren couldn't help but think, Necromancy and Restoration were simply two sides of the same coin. (okay gross stuff over it’s safe to read again now) she thought that earning a title as a professional teacher of restoration in the Arcane University might give her the respect and approval she would never admit she still craved.

When she was in her 40s, Alyren was invited to join the Psijic Order for her incredible skill in magic and her amazing discoveries regarding restoration. Here, Alyren thought she might finally have her skill recognized, and not have to constantly try to prove Restoration’s worth to others anymore.....NOPE. if anything, things got worse. she knew her peers made fun of her mastery behind her back. her books and notes would be stolen. people would make a point of loudly talking about the usefulness of healing potions while she was in the room. But she put up with it. not every psijic looked down on restoration, and she found herself befriending those that respected it. Artaeum’s halls held more knowledge than she could ever have imagined, and she wasn’t going to let that opportunity pass her by . the collection of ancient tomes and dangerous artifacts fascinated her, and she made every day count.

But she couldn’t stay there. it wasn’t only the other psijic’s view of restoration that drove her away. it was the way they looked down on everyone back on Tamriel. their refusal to use the knowledge they had to make the lives of everyone else better. the policy of not getting involved in anything in Tamriel, wars or plagues or even end-of-the-world scenarios. they would only get involved if it benefited them (I.E, the Eye of Magnus). Alyren couldn’t stand it.So, after nearly 60 years, Alyren fled. she enchanted a bag of holding, and filled it with as many artifacts and books and relics she could. She made a pendant that would hide her soul-signature from other Psijics (Psijic’s have their soul-signature edited to allow them to get to Artaeum, which is essentially in another dimension). and she ran, to live with an old friend. an immortal khajiit named Junnaya (it’s a long story). Junnaya and Alyren had been friends since Junnaya was just a child (again, long story) and Alyren was like a big sister to her.

these days, Alyren lives with Junnaya at her home, a manor hidden deep in the mountains between Cyrodiil and Skyrim. Junnaya has her own reasons to hide, and already had the manor’s location hidden behind many magical barriers to stop anyone finding it, so adding one more to hide Alyren wasn’t difficult. the two are close friends, and often antagonize each other in the way only best friends can. Alyren continues her study of Restoration (and the things she stole from Artaeum >:3c), and uses what she knows to help those in need.

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Nova can see ghosts! he’s been able to since he was born. it has something to do with his unusual eye colour.as a child, his mums would joke about him having imaginary friends, when really he was talking to the many spirits that were around. it wasn’t until he was 8 that he realised no one else could see what he could see. since then, he’s been filling journal after journal with everything he’s learned about how ghosts and spirits work, where they come from, how they pass on (this post is already long enough so........ i won’t get into the unreasonably long ghost lore i have written specifically for this singular OC..................)

#OC #Nova #Alyren #Anonymous

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rhetoricalrogue · 5 years

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CW for blood, violence, character death.

I wrote this back in 2017, but upon reading it over, it needed a bit of an editing overhaul. Here’s part of my contribution of an AU that @alittlestarling and I have been yelling to the other for the better part of two years, and I’m hoping that posting it will get me to write something else for it. For reference, Roz is her character and Vincent is mine.

“We need to talk. Follow me.” Years of ingrained habit had Vincent nodding and following the Templar into the cover of night, even though he could sense the wrongness in the situation down to his bones. Ser Abernathy had been a Templar stationed at Ostwick for as long as Vincent could remember, and while he had never been outright cruel to his charges, he’d been stricter than most in finding - or making up, if Vincent was being honest - any minor infraction and punishing severely for it. They were faint, but Vincent’s back still bore the slightest traces of scars earned when he had been a boy, a willow switch biting into his skin and teaching him a lesson about sticking up for fellow apprentices who could not.

He hadn’t learned his lesson that day, but he had learned how to be more subtle when lending aid in the future.

“What can I help you with?” Vincent asked as they walked further away from Skyhold’s walls, habit again having him clasp his hands behind his back and rounding his shoulders to present the image of a cooperative, peaceful mage.

He knew exactly what Ser Abernathy wanted to speak with him about. The Templar hadn’t been quiet about publicly accusing Roz of blood magic since his arrival to their mountain fortress, and Vincent doubted that he would stop his accusations until something was done. The thought that Ser Abernathy’s respect for protocol and order were the only things keeping the former Circle Templar from cutting down Roz where she stood made fear claw at Vincent’s throat. He figured that this private confrontation and assessment of what the newly named Inquisitor would do about it was the last step before he took matters into his own hands.

Vincent would have to tread carefully. Not only was Roz’s life on the line, but those of all the mages who walked freely as Inquisition allies. If one Templar ignored the truce that had fallen between mages and the Order, he feared what the fallout would be.

“Rosalind. She’s a maleficar.”

Vincent closed his eyes and decided to play stupid for a little while more, just to see what proof Ser Abernathy had. He’d stormed into Skyhold raving about Rosalind murdering his friends, spitting the accusation of maleficar out at her like a curse. “Roz? Ser Abernathy, you’ve known her since she first arrived; she wouldn’t hurt a fly!”

The older man frowned, his fingers nervously tapping at the pommel of the sword at his hip. “Those are the ones that you have to watch the most. They lure you into a false sense of security and then...”

“Have a care as to what you say, Ser,” Vincent warned, his hands clenching into fists behind his back. “Rosalind has been a valuable asset to the Inquisition. There would be many who would be affronted if your accusations proved to be false.”

“I’ve seen her perform firsthand. I would have struck her down in Ostwick, but she moved out of my range. I’ve been tracking her ever since; I have strong reason to believe that she’s one of the catalysts of the Circle rebellion.” Ser Abernathy stared at him, eyes hard. “She needs to face justice, be it by your hand or mine.”

Vincent sighed and closed his eyes. “I understand.” He looked out to the small rocky clearing that Ser Abernathy had led them to, far away from the safety and warmth of the fortress. It was remote, away from the main road, and no one traveled the currently unstable path this late at night. No traffic meant no witnesses, should Vincent, Inquisitor or no, stray from the Helpful Mage script. He let his shoulders slump. “I must confess, I’ve had...doubts. Suspicions that I didn’t want to think about.”

Ser Abernathy seemed to be surprised by Vincent’s words, almost as if he had expected a fight. Vincent thought it was strange, seeing that aside from the sword he wore, he had neglected to wear any sort of armor. “I thought that you would deny it.”

“There have been too many cuts on her arms that she easily dismissed, ones that she took great care to hide from me. I asked her about them and she couldn’t look me in the eye.”

“The two of you have been friends since childhood. I doubt there’s much she can hide from you.”

Vincent nodded. “Which is why I didn’t want to believe the evidence staring me in the face.” He took another deep breath and fought to stand up straight. “You bring me firsthand accounts witnessing her using what we’ve been taught was forbidden. Is there anyone else that was there that saw her? Anyone else that can back up your accusations?”

“No. The Templars who were at Ostwick all died, save for me.”

Vincent nodded, his fingernails cutting crescents into the meat of his palms as he tried not so show how badly his hands were shaking. “Then I guess the next question now would be, what do we do about her?”

Ser Abernathy was quick to answer. “Death or Tranquility. They’re the only options that will suffice.”

Vincent felt nausea roll in his gut at the thought of Roz suffering either fate. He released one of his hands from behind his back to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knew what he had to do. “I can’t see Roz turn Tranquil.” It was the truth. To see the expression go out of her eyes, to know that there was a piece of her forever cut off from herself...he’d die first.

“Then you choose death for Roz.”

Vincent took a shuddering breath, the world spinning for a brief moment. “Yes.” His hand clenched behind his back. “I choose death.”

Ser Abernathy came up to him and clasped his hand over Vincent’s shoulder. “I know that this was a difficult decision for you. You’ve been…” Ser Abernathy didn’t finish, his breath seeming to hiss out of his mouth, his eyes wide as he stared at Vincent before looking down to the dagger stuck in his belly, belatedly realizing that Vincent had been armed this whole time.

Vincent’s expression was blank as he pulled Ser Abernathy closer. “I never said I chose death for her.” He twisted his wrist and shoved the dagger deeper before pulling the blade out and almost mechanically stabbing over and over, only stopping once the pained gurgles and gasps his former guard gave quieted, the man’s eyes glazed over and face pale.

Vincent stared down at the body, alternating between relief that Roz was safe and wanting to vomit at the fact that he had killed someone so easily. He dropped the knife and stared at his bloody hands, realizing they were violently trembling. Sinking to his knees, he tried to breathe in and center himself, but the scent of blood triggered more memories of battlefields that he’d been on that he so desperately did not want to visit again.

“You’re going to have to hide the body.” Vincent spun around, fire flickering to life in his hands to attack the new intruder, only to see Rolfe slip out from the shadows.

“How long were you there?” He’d never even heard anyone follow.

Rolfe crouched down and inspected the body, fingers pressing against the dead man’s throat to check for a pulse. “I’ve been following the two of you ever since you left Skyhold. I didn’t like the guy the moment he showed up, and my gut said that he would try something the moment he had you away from prying eyes.”

Vincent closed his eyes and let the flames in his palms extinguish. “I guess you could say that your gut was right.”

“I also figured that you could use someone to back you up if things did go south. Obviously you didn’t need the assist.”

“I never saw you.”

Rolfe rolled his eyes. “I’d be a really shitty bodyguard if you’d have seen me coming.” He sat back on his heels. “You okay?”

Vincent swallowed hard. “He was going to hurt Roz. He said that she was a blood mage, he was going to kill her…”

“I know, I heard.” He put his hands on Vincent’s shoulders. “Slow, deep breaths. This looks like it was your first time killing someone; the first ones are always the worst.”

Vincent frowned. “I’ve killed people before.” He let the memory of smoke and screaming hit him, anger fueling him back to his feet. “You don’t know a damn thing about the things I’ve done, the things I had been ordered to do.”

“You’re right, I don’t. What I do know is that the people and the things you’ve killed since I met you have always been nameless faces, people who’ve attacked you first or that have done something to justify their deaths in some way. Those are different kinds of deaths, ones you can go to sleep afterwards and not have them haunt you.” Rolfe looked down at the body again, noting the multiple stab wounds and defensive marks on the dead man’s hands. “This was personal; you not only knew him from the Circle, but he was threatening someone you care about.”

“He was going to hurt Roz,” Vincent repeated. “I couldn’t let that happen.”

“And I don’t blame you. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing.” He tipped his head. “Maybe not exactly like this, it’s going to take some messing around to make it look like an accident, but I’ve worked with less before.”

“How can you be so…so…flippant about this?” Vincent clenched his hands into fists at his sides, realizing in horror that they were tacky with Ser Abernathy’s blood.

“Because you didn’t answer me when I asked if you were okay. I needed to get some sort of reaction out of you.”

“I’m fine,” Vincent said woodenly.

“Don’t stare at his face. Committing what they look like in death to memory only fucks with you later on.”

“Have a lot of experience, don’t you?”

Rolfe shrugged, his expression blank. “You aren’t the only one who’s been ordered to do things in the name of the order that has you under their thumb. Just know that no matter how many people you’ve killed in the past, there’s a chance I’ve done far worse.” Rolfe picked up the dagger from the ground and wiped the blade on the shredded remains of Ser Abernathy’s shirt. “How attached are you to this blade?”

“Not very.”

“Good, because I’m going to take a visit to the blacksmith and melt this down in the forge, get rid of the evidence. You should head back to Skyhold. I’ll hide the body nearby for now, then get with Leliana and explain what happened. Together we’ll dispose of it more permanently, make sure it keeps quiet.”

“I didn’t think that we’d have to involve Leliana in this.”

“It would be hard not to. Besides, it’s better to get her involved at the start instead of waiting and letting things get complicated. Ser Abernathy’s accusations were already made out in public - people don’t believe them of course - but we’re going to have to do some damage control, figure out a story that explains his abrupt departure from Skyhold.” Rolfe pulled out a canteen of water from his belt. Vincent numbly wondered why he’d have it in the first place, but then he noticed that Rolfe was also wearing an unfamiliar and oversized cloak, one that he more than likely thought to bring with him for the express purpose of rolling up a body in. He’d come prepared. “Hold your hands out, Vincent. You’ve got blood on them.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because...” Rolfe unscrewed the cap and poured water onto Vincent’s hands before setting the canteen down and rubbing at the already drying bloodstains. “ “Well, I’ve never had a little brother before. And trust me, my older half-brother wouldn’t be questioning why I was helping, he’d be too busy trying to figure out how to get himself out of this mess and blame everything on me.”

Vincent snorted, feeling something aside from dread and disgust for the first time that evening. “Your older brother sounds like a dick.”

“That’s because he is one.” Satisfied that most of the blood was washed away, Rolfe stepped back. “And because this sort of thing isn’t for you. You’ve got the whole of Southern Thedas looking up to you. Me? I’ve got more than my share of blood on my hands, one more body isn’t going to matter in the grand scheme of things.”

Rolfe’s expression was unreadable in the dark, but Vincent caught his tone of voice. “Thank you,” he said quietly, drying his hands on his pants. “This is going to be complicated, isn’t it?”

Rolfe shook his head. “I think you underestimate your spymaster and your diplomat. They’ve been working on angles to spin the rumors ever since this guy showed up. You and Roz are in good hands.”

Vincent caught Rolfe’s eye. “Roz is all that matters, Rolfe. I’ll do anything to keep her safe.”

“I know. And right now you need to go to her. If I read her right, she’s planning on running. She hasn’t had a chance to bolt yet, but she’ll probably decide to go under the cover of night, try to take herself out of the equation.”

“What?”

Rolfe raised an eyebrow. “You aren’t the only one who would do anything to keep the ones you care about safe, Vincent. She probably figures that if she’s not around, then the Inquisition won’t be known for harboring blood mages and your reputation will be intact.”

“So you believe it?”

“Not at first, and that’s a point in her favor. She’s so unassuming that it makes accusations like this suspect. And with no one alive to corroborate this one’s story, plus the fact that practically everyone here loves her, I’d say it won’t be difficult to put rumors down.” Rolfe took off his cloak and spread it out close by the body. “When did you know?”

“After Redcliffe, after seeing what happened to her in the dark future.”

“Have you spoken to her about it?”

“Not directly. She knows that I know, but we haven’t really spoken much about it.” Neither of them had wanted to, but it was something that was going to have to be talked about now.

“It might be something you want to discuss.” Rolfe rolled the body onto the cloak and efficiently wrapped it up. Job done, he stripped off his shirt and handed it to his brother. “You might want to wear this. Yours is a little...”

Vincent grimaced as he realized that dark material or not, it was going to be difficult to hide the bloodstains that had gotten on his clothes. Peeling himself out of the shirt, he grabbed the canteen off the ground and used what was left to wipe what had managed to soak into the material and get to his skin. “Thanks.”

Rolfe took Vincent’s ruined shirt and stuffed it inside the makeshift body bag. Grunting, he hefted the body onto his shoulder, staggering a bit as he regained his balance. Even in his older years, Ser Abernathy had been a solidly built man. “Now, I need you to walk back to Skyhold as if nothing had happened. I was watching and no one was around to see the two of you leave together, so his disappearance isn’t going to be something linked to you. If it is questioned tomorrow, I’m sure that we can say he was ashamed for accusing Roz with something so dire without any proof and left, never to be seen again.”

“It’s pretty late, I should turn in.”

Rolfe nodded. “You do look tired. It’s understandable; you’ve had a few big days recently and things tend to catch up with you when you least expect them to. I think you should go straight up to your room after your little walk you took to clear your head.” Rolfe hitched the body higher on his shoulder and turned to go further down the path. Vincent could barely make out the shape of a few decent sized boulders in the distance that would be excellent for temporarily hiding a body.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. Tell Roz hello for me. I like her; it wouldn’t be the same around here if she did decide to leave.”

“I will.” Vincent started down the path he had come from, but stopped after taking a few steps. “The bodies and blood from your past don’t have to define you, Rolfe,” he quietly said. “And you’ll always have a brother who cares about you, no matter if he needs your help or not.”

Rolfe didn’t say anything, he just squared his shoulders and slowly took off in the opposite direction, his gristly burden making him walk slower than he usually did.

Vincent watched him for a while before the darkness hid him from view. Taking a deep breath and willing his heart to stop racing, he made his way back to Skyhold, hoping that he’d make it in time before Roz did decide to run.

He just hoped that he could make her change her mind and stay.

#fake married trope AU #otp: sometimes home has a heartbeat #vincent trevelyan #rolfe trevelyan #cw: violence #cw: murder #cw: death #rewrite of an older story

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maealbert · 5 years

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Twist // The Liaison

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A/N: One of the biggest plot twists aside from Lucy finding out that her father had an affair with Emily’s aunt. Hope you enjoy! The Liaison Master List

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“Julianne!” Lucy calls up the stairs. “We have to go! You’re going to be late!”

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Julianne calls as she grabs her school bag off of her bed. Running down the stairs the phone started to ring. “I got it!”

“Leave it!” Lucy calls as she grabs Julianne’s arm. “You’re going to be late.”

Buckling in the baby carrier in the back seat, she rushes around to the other side of the car and jumps into the passenger seat. “Did you answer the phone?” Spencer asks as he starts the car.

“I’ll listen to the voicemail when we get to work,” Lucy says. “We have to pick up the boys and get them to school before we’re all late.”

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“Did you ever listen to the voicemail?” Spencer as he follows behind Lucy down the back steps of the briefing room. She had finished briefing the team on a local case and heading back to her office.

“I tried.. But it was cutting in and out and I could barely make any words.” She got to the last step when she saw Elizabeth walk into the bullpen, a wounded man walking in behind her. She was saying something to him when she noticed Lucy.

“What’s the hold up?” Rossi says trying to peer over Spencer without falling off the step.

“Oh…” Emily grumbled. “It’s my mother.”

“Who’s the dude?”

“Her new stepfather.” Luke joked earning a jab of Emily’s elbow in his stomach. “Ow…”

“Lucy, so glad I found you.” Elizabeth says.

“Well you’ve come to the right place..” Lucy says.

“Uh, do you mind if we speak in private?” Elizabeth says looking up at the other team members who simply smiled and waved at her.

Lucy looked at the man who stood behind Elizabeth. He looked familiar but she couldn’t figure out where she knew him from. He was badly bruised under his right eyes, his left hand was wrapped, and he had stitches on his forehead. His beard was so bushy that it made it difficult for Lucy to recognize him. But when she looked at his left wrist, she saw a tattoo of a dove. She looked back up at the man. Walking around Elizabeth, she approaches the man. Suddenly the files fell from her arms. Reaching for his left hand, she lifts it up and looks at the dove tattoo. Her father had the same one but her father’s had her initials tattooed within the outline of the--

She looked up at man. Her eyes starting to fill with tears. “But we--and the Director--you were killed--” She covered her mouth.

“There’s so much to explain.” He spoke. Lucy threw her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, her feet slightly off the ground as he lifted her up. He set her back down on the ground. “Elizabeth has been telling me all about the things you’ve been doing and I have three grandchildren?”

Lucy nods her head. “And this is my husband.” She says pulling Spencer to her side. “Spencer, this is my father. Dad, this is Spencer.”

“Seriously we need to talk in private.” Elizabeth says. “People are staring.”

“Let’s go to my office.” Emily says as she takes the small group to her office.

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“So you were abducted?” Lucy says. “But why tell us you died?”

“To protect you.”

Lucy rolls her eyes. “While Elizabeth was filling you on my life.. Did she mention that I was kidnapped and tortured? Or that my long-lost twin sister wasn’t really my mother-in-law’s doctor but a psychotic child abductor? Oh and that Margaret isn’t really Margaret but Olive and the real Margaret who by the way is Emily’s aunt is my mother?! Once your “death” occurred all the secrets came out. Olive didn’t leave because she didn’t want to be a mother or that she has schizophrenia, she didn’t want me! She didn’t want to take care of a child that isn’t even hers!”

“Lucy--”

“No, dad. For two years I’ve believed you were dead!”

“Emily had to fake her death--”

“That was different! She wasn’t leaving behind children! Josh. AJ. Me! Your own daughter! You left me behind!”

“Lucy, Emily had to fake her death but I didn’t.. I didn’t choose that. I was abducted, Lucy. For two years I’ve been hidden underground in the middle east. I had no contact to anyone.”

“Why?”

“Because Lucy, I had access to so many classified things that so many people want to know.”

“How did you get out?”

“I did what I do best.” He says snickering.

“Mr. De Luca--” Emily starts to say before she was interrupted.

“Please call me Mark.”

Emily nods her head. “Mark..” Emily leans forward on her desk. “I’ve never questioned Lucy in the few years that I’ve worked with her…. But how can we be sure that it’s you?”

Lucy spun around to look at Emily. “I understand you’re unsure about all of this..” Mark says.

“Emily, he is my father.” Lucy says.

“Maybe I’m just going crazy but Lucy, you have a twin. What about your father?”

“No one can fake injuries like these,” Lucy says. “And his tattoo…” Lucy grabs hold of Mark’s hand. “He’s had this tattoo since I was born. I got the matching one with his initials.” She says rolling up the sleeve of her shirt. “This is my father..”

“I just… I’m having trouble believing all of this,” Emily says standing up from her desk. “I was there at the funeral. I saw your body in the casket.”

“Well I had nothing to do with that but I’m assuming it was a dummy.” Mark says. “Like I said.. I had nothing to do with the faking of my death. The military confirmed me M.I.A. When I got back to the states and sat down with them, they told they couldn’t tell any family that I was missing because they didn’t want to get their hopes up of me ever coming home. I never thought I’d make it home, nonetheless make it out alive. I illegally stowed away on a flight from Croatia to New York and again on a train to make it here to D.C. where I managed to get ahold of Elizabeth from a payphone with fifty cents that I found on the streets.” Lucy sat down again. Shock coursing through her veins again. “Do you believe me now? I lost everything while being held captive. I don’t have my cell phone, I don’t have my wallet, I don’t have anything on me except Edward’s clothes.”

“Emily.” Lucy says looking over Emily.

“I’ve been looking out for you--”

“Well I see you’ve done a very good job of that.” Mark says.

“Now listen here--”

“Oh no you don’t.” Spencer says holding her back.

“Let go of me, Spencer!” Emily shouts. “I was there when she was packing up your house! I was there during the funeral and the burial! I was there when she first got pregnant and had a miscarriage! I was there when her “aunt” was arrested for murder! I was there when she got engaged and got married, adopted those two girls, got pregnant AGAIN! I was there, Mark! I was there when her daughter lost everything just gain it all back! Me! Not you! Me! Don’t you dare sit there and be sarcastic with me!”

“Emily, please.” Spencer says struggling to hold her in his arms.

“Let go of me.” She says pushing him away. “I can’t be in here.”

“Emily..” Lucy says as she runs out after her. “Emily! Wait!” She stops her at the elevator.

“Lucy, go be with your father.”

“Emily, please.”

“No, Lucy. I’ve been there for you since the day we met in OPR and your father just waltz back in here as if nothing happened!”

“Emily, I finally have my father back. I believe he was dead for two years. Please… Don’t leave.”

“I just can’t be here anymore….”

“Emily…”

“Just go be with your father.” Emily says as she steps into the elevator.

“But we’re family!” Lucy shouts as the doors close shut.

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“Hey Chris..” Lucy says leaning on the front desk. “Do you have a spare key for Emily’s apartment?”

“Let me guess.. Ignoring you?” Chris says pulling a key off one of the hooks. He leans on the front desk and dangles the key in front of her.

“Very petty.” Lucy says grabbing the key from Chris. As the elevator opens on Emily’s floor, she steps out to find the door open to Emily’s apartment. Walking over, she peers inside. “Emily?” She calls. Seeing a vase broken on the floor, the coffee table smashed to pieces, Lucy immediately pulled out her gun. She looked around the kitchen and living room area, no sign of blood but a lot of struggle. Walking down the hallway she pushes open the bathroom door to find it empty. Pulling open the hallway closet, she found nothing but Emily’s coats. Closing the door she was met with Emily leaning against the wall. “Oh god..”

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I was coming over to talk to you and I saw all this.” She says putting the gun away back into the holster.

“Well it looks like someone broke in.” Emily says.

“Well you know me.. Always thinking the worst.”

Emily gives a small smile before going into her bedroom. “So.. How’s your father?”

“Settling in.. He’s staying in the guest room until he can find a place of his own.” Lucy says falling down onto the bed.

“Not fun, huh?”

“No, it’s great having him there. He’s really helpful with the girls. Takes all the kids to school, picks them up, stays home to watch Isaiah. I mean, it’s great!”

“Something’s telling me that isn’t all..” Emily says as she pulls off her shirt and tosses it into the hamper.

Lucy sighs as she rolls over onto her stomach. “Part of me wants him to stay forever, you know?”

“But the other half?” Emily says pulling on a sweatshirt.

“The other half wishes he’d go back to work.”

“They won’t let him come back?” Emily says sitting on the bed.

Lucy sits up shaking her head. “They’ll welcome him back with open arms, but he’s hesitant about going back.”

“I mean.. I don’t blame him.”

“I offered to talk to my mother’s brother-”

“Which mother?” Emily jokes.

Lucy rolls her eyes. “Margaret.”

“Okay, so which brother?”

“The one who owns a mechanic shop in Norfolk. Uh, Joey--Johnny--”

“Jack!” Emily says snapping her fingers. “Dad always takes our cars there to get fixed.”

“I told my dad that I would talk to him about getting him a job there. I know he’s been in need of help around the shop. My dad loves working on cars. Did it all the time whenever he was home and not chasing us three around the house.”

Emily snickers as she gets off the bed. “Sounds like my father.”

“Emily..” Lucy says as she climbs off the bed and following after her to the kitchen. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Emily says opening the fridge.

“For how everything went down at the office yesterday.”

“Oh please..” Emily says pulling out a jug of milk. “Emotions were high in the air. I shouldn’t have done what I did.”

Lucy’s phone rang in her pocket and she pulled it out to see Spencer calling. “Hello?”

“Hey, I’m gonna be late getting home. Can you pick up Julianne from soccer? I promised I’d pick her up and take her to the Natural History Museum for her project.”

“Ohhh her butterfly project. I can take her. What time is soccer over again?”

“In about thirty minutes.”

“Alright, I’m on my way.” Lucy says before hanging up. “I gotta go get Jules.” Lucy says heading for the door. “I’m gonna look online for a new coffee table.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I know, but I want to.” Lucy says as she pulls open the door. “Plus, mom knows the coolest place to get things.”

“Oh I know,” Emily smiles. “Trust me.” She says nodding her head over to a mantel piece. “Christmas of ‘88. Early graduation present.”

Lucy giggles. “She sure does love her wolves.” She says before leaving Emily’s apartment.

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Pulling up to the soccer field behind the school, Lucy sees Margaret’s car parked in lot space. She could see Julianne running up to Margaret, a bright smile on her face. Margaret was speaking to her while holding books of butterflies in her arms. Putting the car in reverse, Lucy backs out of the parking lot and heads home. She pulled into the driveway just as Spencer did.

“Hey, where’s Jules?” He asks catching up with Lucy on the front porch.

“Apparently my mother’s helping with her project.” Lucy says pushing open the front door.

“I told Julianne that you’d be taking her.”

“Well obviously she doesn’t need my help.” Lucy says dropping her purse on the coffee table and sitting down on the couch. “But it’s whatever.”

“Is it me or is it oddly quiet in here?” Spencer says sitting up on the couch.

Lucy slowly sits up. “Oddly quiet…” She got off the couch and started heading for the stairs. As she and Spencer ascended the stairs, they walk towards the nursery. Normally Isaiah’s babbling from his playpen. Lucy slowly opens the door and peers inside.

“Luce…” Spencer says rushing into the room and over to her father. He was knocked unconscious. Lucy ran over to the crib to find it empty.

“Vivien..” Lucy says before running out of the room. Throwing open Vivien’s bedroom door she found it empty. She knew that if Vivien was scared, she’d be hiding in her closet. Lucy’s found her there numerous times before. Approaching the closet door, Lucy slowly pulls it open. Pulling the string to turn the light on, she pushes the clothes apart to find no sign of Vivien. “Spencer!” Lucy screams as she runs of the bedroom. “They’re gone. Someone took them..”

“I know, I know.” Spencer says pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. “We’ll find them.”

“Not again..” Lucy starts to cry. “I can’t do this again.”

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“Who would do this?” Luke says as he sits down at the kitchen table.

“And why again?” Emily says as she paces back and forth. Leaving the kitchen she heads upstairs where Lucy sat in a rocking chair in the nursery holding Isaiah’s stuffed bear in her hands. She sniffled wiping her nose with the sleeve of her shirt. Lucy looks up upon hearing the door opening. Seeing Emily she looks back down at the bunny in her hands.

“Where’s Julianne?”

“Staying with Margaret,” Emily says as she walks over to Lucy.

“And my dad.. How is he?”

“Spencer called telling us that he’s awake. Has a small headache. Nothing major so they’ll be sending him home tomorrow. They want to observe him and make sure his headache doesn’t become anything worse.”

“Has Spencer asked him anything about what happened?”

“He’s having a hard time recalling much. So we’re going to let him get some rest and then I’ll send Tara to do a cognitive.”

Lucy stands up from the rocking chair and walks over to the crib. She places the bear down in the crib. She drops to the floor as tears fall from her eyes. Emily sits down beside her and hold her close. “Why it is me?! Why my children?!” She cried clinging to Emily. “I can’t keep going through this..”

“I know, but we’re going to find them.” Emily says. “I promise you that we will and I will not break that promise.”

The doorbell rang and Lucy pulled away from Emily. “Lucy! Emily!” JJ calls from downstairs. Emily helps Lucy off of the floor before the two of them head downstairs. Reaching the bottom step, Lucy saw Vivien standing on the front porch.

“Vivien…” Lucy gasped as she runs to her.

“Mommy.. He has Isaiah..” Vivien says.

“I know sweetheart..” Lucy says as she picks up Vivien and brings her inside. She sits on the couch with Vivien on her lap. “Honey, do you remember who took you?”

“He was tall.. Like Uncle Luke.. He broke into the house.. Grandpa tried to stop him.. He told me to hide and I always hide in my closet when I’m scared.. I could hear footsteps running up the stairs. I knew Grandpa was going to get Isaiah… So I stayed as quiet as I could… A different person came into my room… It was woman… Tall like Emily and has the same hair but I knew it wasn’t her.. I still stayed as quiet as I could like you taught me… But she still found me…”

“Vivien,” JJ says bending down to be eye level with Vivien. “I know you’re scared. But is there anything distinctive about these people that you can remember?”

“I don’t know what that means.” Vivien says looking at Lucy.

“What she means, Vivien,” Lucy says. “Is do you remember anything that stood out to you? For example, grandpa and I have the same tattoos.”

“So like anything that could tell you who took me and Isaiah?”

“Yes, something very clear of this person that you can remember. Something that stood out to you.” JJ says.

“Mom?” Julianne calls as she steps through the door. “Oh gosh, mom.” She says running over to the couch.

“I tried to stop her but she’s just like you and Emily. Stubborn and hard headed.” Margaret says as she walks over to the couch.

“Viv, anything?” JJ says bringing her attention back to the subject.

“The lady.. She had red lips. I remember she was putting more of it in the van after they took us.”

“Did you hear any names?” JJ asks thinking she knew who exactly Vivien was describing.

“I think I heard the man call her Izzy.”

“How in the hell did she get out of prison?” Emily says. “What does she want with children?”

“Wait, the Queen of Hearts? The Face Cards that robbed the bank, held people hostage, shot Will twice, and blew up the bank nearly killing Emily...twice?” Lucy questions.

“Yeah, that would be them.” Rossi says.

“And she has my son?” Lucy says placing Vivien beside her on the couch before she stood up. “That bitch who nearly killed my cousin, kidnapped my son?!”

“What did she say to you when they dropped you off here?” JJ asks Vivien.

“That if we want him back, then she is requesting the mother, the officer, the raven agent, and the agent who killed her lover.”

“Ohhh no.” Emily says shaking her head.

“Emily, I want my son back...alive. Please--”

“No! I will not be anywhere around that man..”

“Emily, my son’s life is at stake! And so will yours if you don’t go with us!”

“The last time I was in the same room with that man he broke up with me! I refuse to be there with him now!”

“For once you can stop thinking about yourself?!” Lucy says walking past Emily. She stormed over to the painting hanging on the wall. Putting in the code the painting opens up off the wall and Lucy reaches into the hidden safe and grabs her gun and creds. “Fine, don’t come. I have people I need to pick up.”

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“She isn’t coming?” Hotch says as he climbs out of the SUV.

“No, she refuses to breathe the same air as you.” Lucy says rolling her eyes.

“The last time I went up against these guys, I nearly died.” Will says.

“Alright, here we go.” Hotch says pulling out his gun and approaching the front entrance.

“There’s a code,” Will says looking at the keypad. “Any ideas.”

“Yeah, we bypass it.” Lucy says aiming her gun at the keypad. Wrapping her index finger around the trigger of her gun, she pulls it back sending a bullet straight through the keypad. The light turned from red to green and the gate began to open.

“Well that’s one way to do it.” Will says as the three of them walk through the open gates and into the warehouse courtyard.

“Hello my loves! So good to see you!” Izzy’s voice echoed around them. “Uh oh, it looks like we’re missing a certain someone. Where’s the raven haired agent that I tried blowing up twice?”

“It’s just us--” Lucy started to talk before she was interrupted.

“Right here, bitch.” Emily says walking through the gates, her gun trained in front of her.

“Now we’re all here.” Izzy says as she walks through the courtyard. Isaiah was asleep in her arms. Lucy started to take a step forward when Izzy stopped her. “Uh uh uh, not just yet mama bear.”

“Don’t you test me, Izzy.” Lucy growls.

“Ooo a lot tougher than the blondie. How is she by the way? I saw her two boys the other day. Wow, Henry has gotten so big. He’s going to be a lady killer, I can feel it. Tell you what.. Let’s trade. Give me Henry and I’ll give back you precious baby boy.”

“I will not let you touch a hair on that boy’s head. Now tell me what you really want.”

“I want you all dead!” Izzy says making Isaiah start to cry. “Oh no… Look what you did.” Izzy snaps her fingers as one of the side doors open. A man walks out. “Take the baby.” She says handing him off.

“No!” Lucy shouts as she starts to run towards the man. “Give me my baby!”

“Oh no you don’t sweetheart,” Izzy says wrapping her arms around Lucy’s waist holding her back. “Not so fast. I’m not done with you.”

“Izzy, you won’t win this round.” Emily says as she steps forward. “Leave my team alone!”

“And what are you going to do about it?” Izzy says as she takes Lucy’s gun out of her hand and presses it to her head. “Now all of you, put your guns done. We’re going to play a little game.”

“What game?” Lucy says. “Go fish?”

Izzy huffs as she throws Lucy to the ground and pressing her foot to Lucy’s chest. “Go fish is for children. I’m talking War.”

“My speciality,” Lucy says as she grabs hold of Izzy’s ankle. “Mess with my kids, you’ll get war my dear.” She flips Izzy over her before turning over and pinning Izzy to the ground. “I will end you once and for all.”

“I’d like to see you try!” Izzy says before kicking Lucy off of her. She pins Lucy to the ground. Lucy grabs hold of Izzy’s arms and flips the two of them over. Izzy flips Lucy over backwards. Throwing her legs up in the air she swings them through the air and pushing herself up off the ground. Turning around she faces Izzy. Both of her fists raised in the air. Izzy raises Lucy’s gun pointed straight at her head. “Bullets beat fists.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” Lucy says as she roundhouse kicks Izzy on her side knocking the gun out of her hands. It skidded across the ground and Emily quickly picked it up and sticking between her belt and pants. “Now we’re even.”

“Even? Ha!” Izzy laughs shaking her head. “Please, Lucinda. We won’t be even until we’re both on the ground and bleeding out.” Izzy grabs hold of Lucy and throws her into the wall. Lucy backs away from the wall holding her hand to her nose. “Looks like you need a nose job!”

Lucy clenches her jaw. Pulling her hand away from her face, she balls her fists at her side. She turned to face Izzy. “I don’t need the nose job, you do.” Lucy says throwing her fist at Izzy, smacking her right into the nose. She could the bones cracking against her knuckles. Taking the opportunity while Izzy was stumbling backwards, she kicks her in the torso knocking her further backwards and onto her butt on the ground. Her head smacked the ground making her wince. “Giving up yet?”

“Not yet, Mama Bear. Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

“Then stand up, Queen of Hearts,” Lucy says motioning her hands towards her. “Stand up and keep fighting.”

“Maybe we should help.” Will whispers to Hotch.

“If there’s one thing I know about Lucy, it’s that she never gives up.” Hotch replies.

“Unlike some people…” Emily mutters, her hand wrapped tighter on the handle of her gun.

Izzy stumbled to the side as she tried to stand up. “Don’t be beat by the help, Queen. That just wouldn’t look good for your reputation.” Lucy says. As Izzy still struggled to stand up, Lucy signaled for the other three to head for the door where the man took Isaiah.

“Are you sure?” Emily says.

“Go! I can handle her!” Lucy says as she grabs hold of Izzy putting her in a headlock. “Find my son and put an end to this!”

“I’m not leaving.” Hotch says as Izzy pins Lucy to the wall.

“GO!” Lucy shouts. “I’ll be fine!”

Emily grabs hold of Hotch’s hand and drags him out of the courtyard. Running down the hallway, they cleared each room they came across.. Hotch clears his throat nodding his head towards a locked door. Taking a step back, he threw his leg up in the air kicking the door open. The three of them cleared the room. Emily made her way over to the crib and carefully picked up Isaiah. “Will, take Emily and the baby out of here. I’m going to go back to find Lucy.”

“No need.”

The three of them turn around to face the door. Izzy threw Lucy to ground. She groaned holding her side, blood seeping between her fingers. A shot rang in the air and Izzy dropped to the ground. Standing behind her was none other than--

“Derek?” The three of them exclaimed.

Lucy turned over onto her back as she stared up at Derek. “I got a call from Garcia. She was freaking out and rambling. I knew something was up so I told Savannah I was taking a flight to D.C.” He bends down to the ground and unbuttons Lucy’s shirt. He reached into the small pack strapped to his waist and pulled out a big roll of gauze and tightly wrapped it around Lucy’s waist. “It’s gonna hurt for now,” He says scooping her off of the floor. “Just hang in there.”

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When she woke up again, Lucy blinked a few times to clear her vision. “Hey you’re awake.” She heard Margaret’s voice beside her. Turning her head she saw Margaret sitting in the chair beside the bed. “How do you feel?”

“Drowsy.”

“Yeah you’ll feel like that for a while.” She says. “They knocked you out with the morphine before taking you in for surgery. Your cut was pretty deep.”

“How long have I been out?”

“Only a couple hours. They have you in a recovery room until you’re stable enough to be put into your own room.”

“Isaiah… Where is he?”

“Perfectly okay. Emily took him and the girls home so Spencer could stay here. He just went down to the cafeteria to get some food.”

“What about Izzy?”

“Dead..” Margaret says shrugging her shoulders. “That shot Derek made was a fatal one.”

“Mmmmm, good.” Lucy says as she yawns.

“Well you just get some rest,” Margaret says. “Next time you wake up, you’ll be in a better room that you aren’t sharing with someone else.”

Ep5 is out!

Christmas episode comes next week!

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Until The Quiet Comes || Josh Washington x Reader

A/N: i know a few people died in the video game, but pretend that everyone lived. title based off of the song called Light Me Up b RL Grime.

Title: Until The Quiet Comes

Summary: the aftermath of josh's pranks have settled upon you, and you take it upon yourself to visit him in the hospital.

Warnings: self harm (josh hitting himself), mentions of blood, mentions of monsters (wendigo’s), death, mental illness (depression and psychotic break), hospitals, pills, pranks gone wrong.

Characters: joshua washington, monroe!reader, samantha giddings (mentioned), michael monroe, emily davis (mentioned), ashley brown (mentioned), christopher hartley (mentioned), jessica riley (mentioned), matthew taylor (mentioned), bob washington, melinda washington, hannah washington (mentioned), beth washington (mentioned)

Words: 2,955

Fire, blood in the snow, and multiple bodies of your friends laying in the snow and standing painfully watching the fire burn down the cabin, as sirens could be heard in the distance. After what had happened at the Washington Lodge, you were quick to leave work and rush to the sight of all the damage, not only after Sam called you, explaining something horrible happened. Sam was standing near a large tree, shivering, and that's when you noticed a few red splotches on her skin. Burns, is what they were.

Mike's face was dirty with what looked like ash, and he had a bruise above his eye. He was standing next Jess, who looked the most torn up. Her chest was clawed up, and blood was all over her white tank top. Ashley didn't really have any wounds, except for a red cheek. She looked the most scared, as if she'd witnessed gruesome things. Chris looked fine as well, just standing quietly huddled closely to Ashley.

Emily and Matt were wrapped in each others embraces, and Emily looked to be crying. Her jacket was ripped up, and she was leaning off of her left ankle, as if she'd either broken it or twisted it. But Josh, was no where to be seen. That was what worried you. Had they left him in the house? The now burning down house. Was he dead? Where the hell was he?

Hopping out of your car, you called out for your younger brother, Michael, who's eyes snapped over too you in confusion. He excused himself from Jess, stumbling over too you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and held the back of his head with your right hand. "Are you alright?" you whispered, causing him too just nod. "Mike, what the hell happened?" you questioned your brother who just shook his head in the crook of your neck. "Y/n, a lot of shit went down"

Pulling away to give him an odd look, he stared at you with a shaken up look. "What do you mean? Where's Josh?"

"He, uh..." Mike knew that his sister and Josh were dating, they had been going strong for two years. But he didn't know if she knew other things about him. Things that would cause any girl to leave in a split second. "Michael, what happened!?"

"Josh had a psychotic break" Mike answered honestly, hoping his sister didn't go bat crazy when she learned of where Josh was, and what he'd done. "Psychotic break? He's not crazy, Mike" you scoffed shaking you’re head. "I don't know you're idea of crazy. But I think pranking people to the verge of death is pretty crazy!" He snapped, earning looks from everyone.

"He did this?" you motioned to the burning down house a few yards away. "No, that was the monster” He nonchalantly said. “He did this," He nodded towards your friends. Your broken, bloodied, and bruised friends. Clinging onto each other for life.

"Mike this isn't making any sense. And you didn't answer my question. Where the hell is Josh?" Mike let out a loud sigh, his hand going to his head. "He's in the mines" None of this was making any sense. Josh's prank, the monsters, Josh's psychotic break? You'd never heard this crazy stuff come from your younger brothers mouth before. It was all foreign.

"Mines?" You'd been up here multiple times before. But never ever, had you known they're were mines up here. You didn't know if Josh, or the rest of his family knew, but you hadn't. "Why is he in the mines, Michael" "I told you! He’s crazy! He's not mentally stable. We brought him down there"

This was a new level of crazy. And even though you didn't know where these mines were, you were going to go find your boyfriend. "Forget this, i'm going to find him" you waved him off angrily, and began storming off. His voice cut through the low whistling of the wind, and sharpness of the blowing snow hitting your face. "No your not, Y/n" you turned in your boots and glared at your brother.

"I'm the older sibling. You don't get too tell me what to do" "I do when you're walking into something that will scare you" he said, arms crossing across his chest. The sirens and whirring of a helicopter was heard all around, as it appeared to be getting closer. You needed to see him. You just had to. You wanted answers, now. And from the looks of your shaken up friends, and brother, they weren't going to speak about it any time soon.

It was now hours later. Everyone had left the mountain, and after the police had gotten there, they closed it down. All the teenagers telling them that they should leave it closed off, too never step foot back on that mountain, because of the monsters.

That just made them sound crazier. And you weren't believing any of this. It was hard too. When your friends and brother start talking about monsters, and your boyfriend having a psychotic break, you're first instinct is to be in denial. Because you don't want to believe the horribleness exists.

About an hour after they got all the teenagers off of the mountain, the police had called Josh's parents, and went down into the mines too find him. Now you were sitting in the hospital waiting room, waiting to go see Josh. Surprisingly, none of Josh’s friends were here. Not even Chris. who was his best friend. Whatever he'd done, must've really driven them all away.

You'd gotten up multiple times and had paced the room, just waiting for Josh’s parents to leave the room and tell you that he was awake. They didn't officially leave the room, until an hour later, you stopping them on their way out. "Is he awake?" You questioned with pleading eyes. Melinda and Bob shared a look, before Melinda nodded.

"He is. But he needs his rest" she said quietly. "Can I please go see him? I'm worried. I-I need an explanation" "No, he's not up for visito-" Melinda started, but Bob had shaken his head interrupting his wife. "Go ahead y/n. You might be able to get him too talk. We all know he'll open up too you" you gave the older man a weak smile, before speeding towards Josh's door.

Opening the door quietly, you entered the large slightly dark hospital room and frowned when you saw the bed was empty. The sheets were messily thrown to the side of the bed, and the pillows were on the floor, as if he'd gotten mad and had thrown them there. You looked up from the mess, and saw his figure looking out the window at the snow dancing against the glass. He was wearing a hospital gown, and his hands were fisted at his sides. You didn't know if he heard you walk in, or not. But by the looks of it, he hadn't.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" You questioned, a tiny smile raising the corner of your mouth. His shoulders seemed to tense at your voice, and he turned his head a little, but not enough to give you a full view of his face. You silently watched as his head turned back to face the window, and he didn't speak as he did so.

"Why are you near the window?" you dropped your sweater that had been dangling over your arm on the bed, and began to slowly walk towards your boyfriend. He didn't answer though, and instead of getting mad, you're eyes scanned the room. Besides the messy pillows and shrewd blankets, everything seemed fine. Except Josh.

You noticed three bottles of pills, on a table beside the bed and a white cup with what you assumed was filled with water. Walking over to the bedside table, you picked each pill bottle up and read them carefully, squinting your eyes as you read what was on the orange bottles.

Antidepressants, Sleep Medication, and something else in bold letters that you had no idea what it did.

You so badly wanted him to answer you. But knew he was a in a delicate state, and most likely wouldn't.

"Joshua, I heard about what happened. And- I'm not scared. I want too hear your side of the story" you explained going to sit on the bedside that had been closest to the window. "You should be scared of me. I'm a monster" you heard his shaky voice mumble. When he'd said that, your heart broke even more. "If your a monster, than I guess I am too. I've done some pretty bad things" you chuckled nervously, trying to make him believe he wasn't a monster. Because truth was, he wasn't. After loosing his sisters; not just one, but two at the same time was the most horrible thing that could've happened to a person. Although you weren't part of the prank, your brother had been. Which shocked you into the next level. You never expected for your younger brother to be so... cruel. Cruel to an innocent girl. And driving her too her death, along with her twin who went to find her hurt sister.

You scolded him and yelled at him so many times for what he did to the Washington twins, and he seemed to get it through his damn head that pranking people like that wasn't some joke.

His head shook. "I don't think stealing a car, and driving drunk is anything like what i've done" you laughed, but that soon died down and turned into a deep frown. He was right. What was happening too him was so different, and you didn't know either to smother him with hugs and kisses or leave him completely alone

Because smothering him could drive him away from you, make it so he'd never open up about what had been going on the past year. And not showing him any signs of affection could just show him you didn't care enough. But you did care. You cared a lot. You wanted to help, you wanted to understand, you wanted too let him know you loved him and weren't afraid.

"Do you want too talk about it?" he didn't answer, and went back too not talking causing you too lightly sigh to yourself. "I know this is hard. I know you're hurt and scared. But I've heard some pretty crazy shit from my brother and the others, I want to know if your name lives up to it"

"Why... So you can just leave me?" his voice broke as he said that, causing your face to drop. You stood up and walked over to him, your left hand landing on his shoulder where it softly squeezed, reassuring him you weren't frightened. Your right hand then traveled down his arm and to his own right hand where you gripped it, and enclosed your hand around his fist. He eventually accepted the affection, and got rid of the fist to hold your hand properly.

"I won't leave Joshua. Not in a time like this, and not ever. I plan on staying, as long as you want me too" He let out a very tight, and long shaky sigh, his head going to lean against the window in front of him as you leaned your chest on his back.

"Can we start from the beginning? From where it all started?" He nodded slowly sighing once again. "I remember calling you piss ass drunk. But you told me you were sick, and didn't want to risk getting everyone else sick"

You nodded remembering that day a year ago when the twins went missing.

"Yeah, I remember that. You were so drunk. I thought that I should've driven up to help you out, but I remember you saying that the three hour long drive wasn't worth it"

"Yeah. And then I passed out and woke up too Sam shaking me, and people yelling. I was confused, and didn't come to my senses until Sam had told me that Hannah and Beth had ran out of the lodge an hour ago, and hadn’t returned.

"At first I thought that Hannah and Beth were pranking me. But really they were the ones who were pranking" When he said they, he meant his friends.

"I remember being so angry when I found out about the prank that they planned. I know it was never supposed to.... kill them. But it did, it got them both killed! And I was so fucking mad!" he snapped, left hand fisting even tighter. "You know, they were my little sisters! I lost them both, just because some dumb ass teenagers wanted to get a laugh out of the situation and be bullies"

"I was so sad during those few months, and eventually that sadness festered into an anger overload. I stared planning to get them back around seven months after Hannah and Beth went missing"

"I knew it wasn't right. And I knew the prank would mess with them, and fuck up their minds! but i'd stopped taking my antidepressant medicine after what happened, and eventually all I wanted was to get them back. So I planned it, for months. And then I invited them up here, and I played the game"

"I pranked them. That's all it was supposed to be! This was never supposed to happen. They were supposed to feel the pain that I felt, the pain that Hannah and Beth felt when they'd been humiliated. They still think i'm some lunatic, and I agree. But I did it for my sisters" You stayed silent, realizing he'd finished explaining himself. You now understood why he did it. He was angry, sad, off of his meds, and he was grieving. He didn't know who to come too, and you didn't know why he didn't just come too you. You could've helped him. None of this would've happened. But then again, if your brother and his friends hadn't orchestrated that plan, Hannah and Beth wouldn't be dead, and Josh wouldn't have had his 'psychotic break' as your brother had put it.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've tried to help" you whispered leaning your head on his back. "You can't help someone who is crazy y/n. That's what the pills are for. But then again, those don't even work half the time" he said honestly, you scoffing. Humor wasn't supposed to be something that came out of his mouth right now. It just made you angry at yourself. "Don't say that, Josh! You're not crazy. You've gone through so much, not even one person could handle that within the span of twenty years. You're strong, and you're also weak, we all have those qualities in us. It's what make us human. If we were just strong, we'd be invincible. We wouldn't be human"

"Sometimes you need to get through the rough patches first, and get to the easier patches in life last. And i'll be there with you the whole way, if you want" you finished with. "But either way, I think i'm going to help you no matter what"

"I want you too know you can always come too me. As cliche as it sounds, just know you can always talk to me. And hopefully shed some of the pain off, and onto me. I can handle a little, blood, pain, and tears"

"You don't want my pain. It'll overwhelm you" he stated, your shoulders slumping, gripping his arms to slightly turn him around. "You're breaking my heart, Joshua Washington"

Sadness, relief and anger was evident in his eyes. He looked sad and angry at himself that he'd allowed himself too get to the weakest and lowest point, just to prank some friends and he still looked angry over the death of his beloved sisters. But he looked releved that he finally got all those pent up feelings he'd been holding onto and burying for a year.

“I-I-I just wanted them to know what they felt...” You could feel his body going rigid, and his eyes changed form a scared broke boy, to an angered somewhat out of control man. His darkened pupils were growing in size as his breathing became out of control.

“My sisters... t-they didn’t...” He suddenly shoved you away, causing you to stumble back. You watched sadly with big eyes as he threw himself towards the large hospital bed, and reached for the pill bottles. He threw them across the room, the orange bottles cracking, and breaking open, multiple pills spilling on the tiled floor. He started screaming before you knew it, hands pounding on his head.

“Josh, stop!” running toward, you placed yourself behind Josh and reached for his hands, trying your best to pull them away from his head. He struggled against your grip, fighting with his inner demons as he kept banging his hands on his skull.

“You’re going to hurt yourself Josh!” You snapped. He suddenly stopped, lowering his hands slowly to his side, where you held his hands. You could hear his harsh, heavy breathing and then you heard silent sobs. Tears came to your own eyes as you hugged him from behind, his body still somewhat rigid.

You so badly wanted to trade places with him, have yourself feel all of the pain and hardships he’s faced. But you couldn’t do that. He needed to face this. But he wound the be facing it alone, that’s for sure. You were going to be there every step of the way. You weren’t leaving him, not in a time like this.

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