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myloveforhergoeson · 5 months

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a short story featuring bad boy kendall - enjoy

"Hey, Rox, are you still out there?"

Hint of hesitation escaping his lips, Kendall called out to his assistant from one of the small fitting rooms in the costuming department of Rocque Records. They had already had a challenging few days - Griffin was on a mission to get a bad boy into the band and Gustavo was trying to force him into taking up that particular role in defiance.

Bad boy was the farthest term Kendall would ever describe himself with, yet, there he stood, dressed in the all-black outfit his assistant had picked out for him, ready to play the main part in her ridiculous plan.

He knew ridiculous plans - Big Time Rush practically invented the concept of ridiculous plans - but Roxy's had really taken the cake. It didn't help that the rest of the band had thought her plan to be their best shot at kicking the poser Wayne-Wayne out, fueling her ego just a bit as she grabbed his arm and pulled him down one floor to the wardrobe room.

It was hard to say no to her, he had found throughout their first few days in Hollywood. Roxy could be quite convincing when she wanted to, and it certainly didn't hurt that the blond had grown quite fond of seeing her smile.

Selfishly, he had watched it spread across her face just minutes before as she happily bounced from rack to rack of clothes, finding him the perfect outfit he was now waiting to show her.

Curse that girl... Even though she has a great sense of style.

If she didn't already have a budding career as his songwriter-assistant, Kendall might have believed she would have a promising career in the world of fashion.

"I'm right where you left me," she casually replied, and for a moment, Kendall felt a bit self-conscious as he drew back the curtain to the dressing room.

That was a new feeling he certainly didn't take to. Even though Roxy had done an excellent job in finding clothing his size, suddenly the all-black look, from his boots to his jacket to his watch, felt a little bit too tight when her eyes raked over him. Though, he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the attention.

Had they only met a few days ago? Sure, but the way she had so fiercely fought for him and his friends to take a chance and fly out to Hollywood to record a few demo tracks with 90s megastar Gustavo Rocque was nothing less than inspiring. It had nearly broken his heart when he made her cry in his living room the night of James' audition, so much so he found himself doing everything in his power to correct his mistake the next day. And even then, her influence hadn't escaped him, continuing her encouragement the best way she could - a song.

Roxy had written a song about him for crying out loud, the least he could do was wear the tight pants and participate in her ridiculous plan.

Unabashed, she stared him down, taking in the outfit she had created for him while she twirled a small, black pencil between a few of her fingers.

Maybe she'll write a song about this moment, he thought, his silent wish ignored by the nervous words coming out of his mouth.

"Girls seriously dig this kinda crap? The attitude, I mean... I look really good in these clothes."

At her slight nod, he popped the collar of the jacket to show off a bit more, getting her to keep her eyes on him for just a bit longer. But, the suave move embarrassed him a bit, so he turned to check his outfit in the mirror behind him to save seeing whatever expression had formed on his assistant's face.

Of course, what he had really meant to ask was, "You really dig this kind of crap?" for unimportant reasons.

Regardless of how his question was worded, he got his answer as she sucked in a breath, "You don't know the half of it..."

Before he knew it his eyes flickered to hers in the mirror for a brief moment, until he felt brave enough to turn and face her again.

Kendall changed the subject, "What are you going to do to me with that thing in your hand?"

"This?" She held the pencil up, slightly cocking her head. "None of your girlfriends wore eyeliner?"

Perhaps he was just delusional enough to believe that was her subtle way of asking if he was seeing someone. Which he wasn't at the moment. Not at all.

"Probably, I dunno," was all he could manage as a reply, trying to will his heart to stop beating so fast as Roxy continued to look at him. Kendall had only had one serious girlfriend his freshman year, but he was currently having much trouble remembering her name as he watched his assistant step a bit closer to him.

Roxy twirled the pencil a few more times. "It's supposed to help draw attention to the eye. No bad boy look is complete without dark and smoky guy-liner! We just have one issue-"

"The tightness of my pants?"

"No, definitely not," She shook her head, and Kendall just so happened to remember she said she didn't have a boyfriend the other day.

As she continued on, he didn't really process many of her words as he tried to understand why his brain decided to re-feed him such information at a time like this.

Before he knew it, Roxy ripped him from his thoughts as she placed one of her hands on his shoulder, using it as support to hoist herself up onto a small stool she had placed at his feet.

Now, they were looking eye to eye, and Kendall hoped the tightness of his shirt didn't reveal the comically insane beating of his heart.

"I didn't quite imagine we'd be on two save-our-band missions this week," He joked, trying to calm himself down as he looked down at the makeup in her hands. "Please don't turn it into a save-my-eye mission."

A playful gasp left her lips, "Kendall Knight, I can't believe you don't trust me. After all we've been through together..."

The back of her hand flew to her forehead as she pretended to faint in shock at his comment.

"I do, Rox," he couldn't stop himself from sharing, though he avoided her eyes and looked off at one of the clothing racks behind her before changing the subject entirely. "I'm just thinking of it like a weird kind of eye-black."

"Don't worry," His assistant shared, even though he hadn't been at all. "It won't be anything crazy. We're going for more of a Liam Gallagher look; it'll tie nicely with your outfit. Ready?"

Nodding, Kendall closed his eyes, trying to shoo out the thoughts racing through his brain as Roxy began to apply the eyeliner.

To be frank, he had no clue who Liam Gallagher was, but the way Roxy had said his name made him sound important. Maybe she'd speak about him like that one day.

Stupid, Kendall told himself. I doubt she'd go for a guy with zero musical knowledge... Not that that matters.

Sparing himself the pain of thinking about that for too much longer, the blonde shot out, "Which band was that guy in again?"

Even with his eyes closed, he could imagine the way her eyes lit up when she processed what he had said. She always got this flash of excitement across her features when she talked about music, be it her own or someone else's.

"Liam Gallagher? He's in Oasis, they're one of my favorites. Now he's the prime example of a bad boy, always fighting with his brother and everything."

A chuckle escaped her as Kendall made a mental note to head to the Palm Woods computer in the lobby and look Oasis up when they got home. If they were one of her favorite bands, it was probably a good idea to learn about her musical influences since she would be writing more songs for Big Time Rush.

Besides that, he knew that he had heard of that band. Slowly he peeked his right eye open to catch a glance at her expression when he stated, "You had a few of their tapes in your box."

"You remember that?" The tone in her voice came off more shocked than the frontman had hoped as her gaze connected with his. Kendall did have eyes after all, and had poked through most of the tapes she had after she asked him to put on the other morning. "I've got a good collection if I do say so myself."

Kendall wouldn't know, but now more than ever he felt a drive to impress Gustavo as best he could with Big Time Rush's demos. Her collection would easily elevate from good to perfect if his voice ended up floating through her speakers.

Silence filled the room as he closed his eyes again, ready for the other side to be completed. Once more, he felt the pencil in Roxy's hand drag across his lash line, covering most of it. At one point, the girl had lifted the pencil up and Kendall had opened his eyes, not knowing she was about to come back for more.

The pencil drove right into his sclera.

"Ow!" He hissed as his body shook at the sudden pain. Right hand flying to his eye, he managed to hit Roxy's arm - the sheer force of it all knocking her completely off balance.

Since hockey was a sport of balance, Kendall was no stranger to recognizing the signs of someone about to fall, but for whatever reason his brain went numb. Roxy had clearly lost her footing, beginning to tumble backward, and the last thing he had ever expected her to do was to shoot her arms around his neck and pull herself into him.

Contact snapping him out of his stupor, the boy reacted quickly; his hands flying around her waist in an attempt to stabilize her. Gently, he guided her back to the small step stool, making sure she had balance once more.

Roxy was shaking - shaking - as she clung to him, nose inadvertently nuzzled into his neck. All Kendall could focus on was how close they were, how fast her chest was heaving, as he ignored the itch in the back of his brain.

Tell her, tell her, tell her-

"Are you alright?" Kendall asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Neither of them moved while the girl composed herself, a nearly impossible task while the two were practically flushed against each other.

She breathed a breath in. She breathed a breath out.

"Yeah," But she didn't make any move to unlock her arms from around his neck.

Relieved, Kendall finally listened to his train of thought as his blood roared in his ears, allowing one of his hands to reluctantly leave her waist and trail up to the base of her neck, cradling her further into him.

Be it the bad boy persona he was swiftly trying to adapt to or the adrenaline rushing through his veins...

"Would it be crazy if I told you I wanted to kiss you so badly right now?"

His heart nearly stopped as she pulled away from him, eyes widening in surprise as she studied his face, trying to figure out if he really meant what he had said. The heat creeping up the back of her neck reached where his hand had gently been placed, worrying the frontman slightly.

"No... Not not at all" She quickly replied, giving him the dazzling smile he had so desperately wanted to give her by squeezing into the bad boy outfit he had picked out.

Kendall smirked right back, hesitantly leaning into his assistant before she yanked the sides of his jacket, easily bringing her mouth to his for a few short seconds before pulling away.

"Ready to go kick some Griffin-butt?" She questioned. "The sooner we get that done, the sooner we can sneak back down here and... you know..."

He did know.

At her words, Kendall's cheeks lit up, no doubt the source of another big Roxy smile gracing her lips as she hopped down from the step stool.

Holy shit, he thought, running a hand through his hair and watching as she returned the stool to where it came from. Then, she raced back over and laced her fingers through his, pulling him to the studio where he was going to surprise Griffin and WayneWayne with his new look. James is going to kill me.

#thats all she wrote fic #NOT CANON OBVIOUSLY #bad boy kendall i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you

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m1st1x · 9 months

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RUIN Theory! - Escape Plans

Spoilers for all of the RUIN dlc. Buckle up, I’m about to make a controversial theory that no one here will be happy about. …yay. You might’ve heard someone else mention the idea, but I am ready to try and sell it to you.

Ok, I want you to hear me out. What if Security Breach never happened? The idea was first planted into my head by Matpat during on of the GTLive play throughs of RUIN, and since then, a few connections have been made. I just want to share what I think could make this theory make sense.

So first, I decided to look at the Glamrock’s shattered and ruined designs to compare, and I noticed a few little details. One is that Freddy still has the present. Now this could be because he’s the prototype, but I’m not going to immediately write it off because of that. Another thing that everyone noticed is Roxy’s face—it’s completely different, and it has those ports which I assumed are how the eyes attach (but even then, how would they rotate properly? It doesn’t really make sense). Thirdly, Monty didn’t have a sternum piece before RUIN. In Security Breach, there’s just a hole there. And, his tail wires are longer in RUIN, not to mention the fact that they’re bound with cable ties. Given how he acts, I don’t think he would have the insight to install one himself. He also wouldn’t be able to reach back there to tie all of those messy wires up, especially not with how good it looks. So unless someone came down there to fix some of them, I can’t see how they would end up like that. Chica doesn’t seem to have any discrepancies though—there’s nothing that was lost that she now has from what I can see. (Side note: I noticed Monty has a gold tooth, which reminded me of Foxy, specifically the Golden AR plush whose description was “I guess he replaced more than his teeth.” It just struck me as odd.)

Then I looked at and thought about the comic pages. They’re all in fairly random places, but the page with the Burntrap ending is down in one of the rooms with the burners. That’s odd, right? How would Gregory have gotten down there to drop it off? How would he have known about both Burntrap and the Blob? And why is that ending not shown as comic pages in Security Breach? (Who collected those pages and put them together?)

Then I had an idea. People pretty much agree that Vanessa is Vanny, and the theory that Gregory is GGY, or Dr. Rabbit, is out there even if we don’t have too much information to back it. This would mean both are under Glitchtrap’s control, or are at least on his side. What if Gregory (or the Crying Child, if you’ll accept that theory) drew those while being stuck in the Pizzaplex? Like the kind parts of him broke through, whether that be because of a spirit or not, and he sort of fantasized. I know it sounds like a stretch, but hold on. Kids fantasize, especially kids that are being abused. They make up scenarios where they do things that they aren’t able to do, and sometimes the ideas are put onto paper. I mean Gregory has got to have seen all the animatronics while he’s there, and he’s probably got the processing power to figure out how the animatronics would break when faced with certain factors, even if he wasn’t completely right or knowing of how they all looked underneath their suit. He’d also probably be pretty angry at the whole place, except maybe that one character that he really liked for whatever reason—Freddy. He would even know about the animatronic in the basement, which explains why he said that it was trapped down there for a long time and why he knew about the MXES security program. He could’ve even been partially behind it. He’s also probably seen the Blob and Burntrap during his time there, and I’d imagine he hates Burntrap more than most. He knows what he’s done, who he was made by, and/or what he was made for. He’d probably have some beef, so it would make sense why that ending would look better than the others. It’s the one he wants to happen the most. All the animatronics are shattered, the building collapses, and Burntrap dies.

I can hear the questions—but what about the bad endings? Why would Gregory fantasize about those? You have to remember, he’s not stupid (and is he’s a robot, he would be more logical anyways). He would know that Vanny would be sent to find him if he just ran, maybe it even happened once or twice already, and he would know the map of the building, so he’d know the best door to leave from. The Burntrap ending is the only one where we don’t see them actually leave, so they might’ve not even made it in that scenario. It is only that—a scenario. A stupid idea, but it could happen. And even if that isn’t the case, our minds go down bad paths all the time, even if we don’t want them to.

Maybe one of those comics was a plan to try and escape, but something else ultimately ended up happening. Vanessa is with him in the cutout/Brazil ending, so they could’ve escaped together. Maybe with the help of Helpy. It would probably be the most similar to the Princess Quest ending then, with Gregory helping Vanessa snap out of it. This theory would even make sense for why he dropped the elevator (you know, if he was the one who dropped it). “We can’t risk being followed,” he says. That could be talking about him, Vanessa, and/or Charlie/Elizabeth if they’re in the same body, and I understand why he would do anything—even sacrifice a friend—to not go back. To not be found again. The missing posters could’ve been put up by the one controlling (or trying to control) them, which would force them to stay in hiding, leaving Cassie wondering where he went. I’m not sure how they became friends in the first place, but my best guess is that Cassie visited the Plex often, Roxy says that he came for her birthday twice, and they met at some point.

For the Glamrock Freddy backpack near the MXES machine, I believe it’s Gregory’s. He might’ve dropped it on his haste to get out of there, or couldn’t come back to get it when the plan was in motion. And something I did find odd during the normal ending is that the speaker seems to cut out. It has a ringing sound to cut in, and that same noise occurs before Gregory says “it’s not your fault,” and drops the elevator. A popular theory is that it was that animatronic in the basement the whole time, which although I’m not completely with, I feel like it could have some plausibility.

EDIT: there’s “He was our superstar” in yellow graffiti in the beginning, which I feel could either be referencing Gregory, Glamrock Freddy, or even Glamrock Bonnie.

EDIT II: when you’re in the daycare attendant’s room in AR, you can see Roxy, Chica, and Monty in a playhouse, with Roxy being front and center. Sun and Moon sit on a table on opposite sides, kind of overlooking the scene. Moon looks a bit ostracized though, and Freddy is absent from what I’ve seen. The glitch Eclipse/Sun is on the ceiling. Could this be a notion to Freddy being not very liked by the other animatronics, or him not being under the glitch’s hold? It might explain why the prototype doesn’t even show up in AR mode.

EDIT III: I forgot to even mention Gregory’s attitude in the games. He HATES the animatronics, and I feel there’s less fear than there should be. He’s definitely scared for his life, but that isn’t really shown in his actions. He shatters all three without remorse, only caring about Freddy. Meanwhile, Cassie is nice and sympathetic towards them.

EDIT IV: I just realized that the backpack is next to a hole in the wall that Gregory could’ve definitely fit in.

EDIT V: Monty’s endo coloring. In the shattered design, his endo is all this dark grey color, but in the RUIN design, parts of it—namely his jaw and chest—are tan colored. It isn’t the right color for rust, and there aren’t any parts that color in the other animatronics. (You can see the jaw hinge in shattered Monty. It’s definitely that grey, not bronze.)

#fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #fnaf #theory #five nights at freddy's security breach #five nights at freddy's #security breach ruin #security breach #ruin dlc #fnaf gregory #fnaf vanny #vanny #gtlive #game theory

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rhapsodyred-writes · 2 years

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"Salem!" Roxy knocked on the door leading to Salem's room, but heard no response from the other side. "Oh, for-"

"Hey, whatcha doin'?"

Roxy whirled around to see Dezyn standing there, leaning against the wall. Was he there before?

"I'm looking for Salem." She responded, casting a frown at the door she'd just knocked at.

"Need something from him?" He asked again, not moving from where he was.

"Well..." That was kind of complicated, honestly. Did she need it? No. She didn't even really want her sword to be in Salem's possession - that would mean accusing dragon nobility of theft and she didn't really want to go down that route. "I...kind of?"

Dez tilted his head to the side and gazed at her curiously. At least, Roxy assumed he was looking at her - it was hard to tell, with his eyes always closed.

"Kind of, huh?" He said after a couple seconds of silence.

Roxy felt almost as though he'd read her, even though she knew he couldn't do that with his eyes closed. For the time being, her thoughts were private.

"Um, yes."

There were another few seconds of silence before Dez sighed, his expression shifting to something close to confusion.

"Are you gonna make me drag it out of you, or you gonna tell me?"

"Ah, sorry." Roxy chuckled slightly. "One of my swords has gone missing, and Salem is the only lead I have right now."

Dezyn nodded wisely, his brows drawn together. "And you think he might have it."

"I hope he doesn't." She corrected him firmly. "You know he'd take deep personal offense."

He chuckled in response. "He'd take deep personal offense if you asked and he didn't have it, too."

He was right, she knew that. But on the off chance Salem did have her sword, he had to learn eventually that not all that glittered was rightfully part of his hoard.

She tried and failed to suppress a deep sigh. "Can you at least look in there and tell me if you see a sword with rubies in the hilt?"

Dez looked at her as though she'd asked him to jump directly into the mouth of an active volcano. "Are you kidding me?! I'm not going in there unless I'm invited!"

"Didn't he kind of adopt you though?" Roxy vaguely remembered Salem showing an uncanny fondness for the young telepath.

"Yeah," Dez responded, eyebrows raised. "And I'm gonna do whatever I can to make sure he doesn't un-adopt me!"

"Okay, okay." Roxy relented, making a gesture of surrender with her hands. "Do you have any guesses where might be a good place to look next?"

He thought for a couple seconds, leaning back against the wall again. "Well, you can come look in my room."

She frowned at him. "Do you have it?"

"Not that I know of," He responded with a grin and an easy shrug. "But just in case it's there and I don't see it anymore, you know?"

Some days Roxy worried about him. But this was all she had, so she agreed and followed Dezyn to his room.

Like always, his room was an absolute disaster. At least, that's what it looked like to her. To him, she was sure it was perfectly organized and he knew where everything was - partly because it was all out in the open.

In the end, Roxy basically had to tidy his room to be able to confirm that he didn't have her sword.

"Do you know anyone that might have it?" She asked tiredly, her hand already on the doorknob.

He thought about that for a few seconds longer than Roxy would have liked.

"What about Aquarios?"

"You can't be serious."

"I don't know!" Dezyn was looking and sounding just as frustrated as she felt. "He's a dragon too, maybe he knows something!"

"Why are you frustrated?" She asked.

"All my stuff's put away!" He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "Now I won't be able to find anything!"

She rarely saw him so worked up, and she supposed he had a right to be, considering the way his brain worked. But right in that moment, Roxy couldn't manage to dredge up any sympathy for him.

"I'm sure you'll figure it out." And she closed the door behind her.

Aquarios wasn't likely to have her sword, for a variety of reasons. But she figured she might as well check.

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#part four #who has roxy's sword?#roxy #dezyn santiago #and to a lesser degree #salem #aquarios #my ocs #my writing #red writes #dezyn has adhd and terrible object permanance

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Not the original anon but man i loved the fired Reader ask 😔😔😔

Can i get the same scenerio but with DJMM (i love him and need more of him), Roxy and Chica?

HCs: Animatronics' reactions to Vanessa getting Reader (who worked at the MP since opening day) fired to cover her tracks as Vanny

(Part 1 is here!)

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DJMM

He overhears your coworkers talking about how you were fired and pretends to be sleeping, listening in with sadness and confusion.

"They switched the DJ to Bouncer Mode by accident while guests were on the dancefloor," Vanessa explains to them. "A few got hurt."

"But there weren't any reported injuries...and hasn't [y/n] been here since opening day? How would they activate his experimental mode by accident?”

"Shit happens, and there were none reported. People still could’ve been injured or traumatized, you know.” She huffs.

"Okay, jeez..I was just asking. I don’t think the big man’s gonna be happy if we tell him-”

"Then don't.”

Vanessa walks away, though she feels uncomfortable by the lingering eyes of the giant DJ.

He never liked her for some reason. Every time she entered the arcade he just got bad vibes from her...and this situation didn't help.

Roxanne

“No...that’s not fair!!”

“Life isn’t fair, Roxy.” Vanessa tells her after you got fired.

Since you were discovering what the sinkhole hid beneath the raceway, she had to get on your tail fast.

So she falsely reported you for the few destroyed driver assist bots (although it was all Roxy), fabricating enough evidence to have your employment terminated.

The wolf knows it’s all lies, even when other workers agree, and has barred Vanessa from entering her raceway ever again (not that the latter cares).

She’ll be snappier around the construction crew, hindering their work on the track.

If you’re not gonna be around to see it finished, what’s the point?

Besides herself, you were the only “winner” in her eyes. She was gonna miss you a lot and hopes you don’t forget about her.

When she goes to rip off a driver bot’s head, she imagines it as that stupid blonde and destroys it beyond repair.

Glamrock Chica

“Since [y/n] left that mystery syrup crap near you, they were indirectly responsible for you injuring the guests during your show, so they’re no longer working here as we speak.”

“....what?”

“Yeah it was bad. Management sent out a memo about the syrup..says we’re banning you from having that stuff again. Sorry.”

“S-Sorry?” Chica chokes out in disbelief. “You think I care about stupid syrup?!! Where’s [y/n]?!”

“Gone. But it’s a shame..they were a great worker. If only you had more control over yourself, they might still be here.”

That last snarky remark sticks to her like glue.

Little does she know it was actually Vanessa who planted the mystery mix somewhere she could easily reach it.

She refused to believe that was you. You were her best friend since day one, helping around the Mazercise. She knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt anybody on purpose, human or robot.

But because of her uncontrollable actions, she’ll never see you again

And that guilt just eats her up inside.

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #djmm #dj music man #roxanne wolf #glamrock chica #fnaf vanessa #headcanons

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superman86to99 · 2 years

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Super Titles Round-Up (February 1994)

This month: the Superman family nearly doubles! Plus, some pointless tie-ins.

Superboy #1 (February 1994)

Superboy (it's all right to call him that now) gets his own series! The first issue is about the No-Longer-Metropolis Kid going to Hawaii as part as a promotional tour with his sleazy manager Rex Leech, Rex's daughter Roxy, and his psychic DNAlien chaperone, Dubbilex. Superboy and Roxy are faking a rescue stunt to get the attention of the locals and sell some t-shirts when they run into Sidearm, a small-time villain with robot arms Superboy had previously tussled with in Metropolis (which confused me as a kid, because we haven't seen that fight yet: it'll happen in Superboy #0). Below: Superboy being a gentleman.

Superboy defeats Sidearm and the issue ends with teases for future issues: something escaping from a secret lab under Pearl Harbor, a super-strong stripper (a real knockout, you might say) seeing Superboy on TV and looking intrigued, something about a gang called the Silicon Dragons, and the cliffhanger: Superboy telling some reporters he's only planning to stay in Hawaii for three hours, when he sees that one of those reporters is his friend Tana Moon (AKA the reason why "three hours" turned into "50 issues").

Supergirl #1 (February 1994)

Supergirl gets a series too, but only a limited one (and for 4/5s of the salary, probably). Most of the first issue is about Supergirl having her powers tested in various ways by her beloved Lex Luthor Jr., who would never do her wrong and surely has her best interests in mind. At one point she stops by Smallville to visit Ma and Pa Kent, but then Pa ruins a perfectly nice evening by daring to doubt the purity of Lex's intentions. Supergirl gets uncomfortable and leaves to continue the tests... and then, of course, we find out the real reason Lex is so interested in her powers: he's trying to clone her, and in fact he already has a room full of nude Supergirls sleeping in pods.

Incidentally, my favorite part of the issue is when Dr. Kelley, Lex's physician/former lover/fake mother (long story), covers a hidden camera to prevent Lex from snooping on Supergirl's physical test. I'm taking this as confirmation that Lex DOES know about that camera in the ladies locker room at LexCorp and possibly installed it himself, the old horndog. You know, on second thought, the idea of Superboy being Lex’s clone doesn’t seem that far-fetched...

Steel #1 (February 1994)

Steel gets his own series too! And I'm not feeling it (yet). In this issue, John Henry Irons goes back home to Washington DC to track down whoever is selling the "Toastmaster" guns he designed when he worked for a weapons manufacturer, and visit his family while at it. I like that his entire family immediately knew he was Steel when they saw him on the news -- no secret identity crap. Among others, we meet John's bright young niece Natasha and her troublemaking brother Jemahl, whose juvenile delinquent friends use some sort of drug that turns them into Hulk knockoffs.

Highlight of the issue: John taking down a whole squad of armored goons from the company he used to work for with nothing but a frying pan his grandma threw at him. Later, John uses what's left of their armors to build himself a new Steel suit, meaning that his dramatic decision to quit superheroing lasted about two months (or like two days in comic book time).

Outsiders #4 (February 1994)

The Eradicator is, at least at first, getting along surprisingly well with the Outsiders considering he ripped a team member's arm off last issue (the guy already got himself a new one, though). Together they storm the castle occupied by the vampire who framed the Outsiders for murder and manipulated the Eradicator into fighting them. After causing the vampire to escape the castle like a coward, the Eradicator is like "eh, good enough" and quits the team, making it clear that he doesn't give a crap about helping the Outsiders clear their name. He'll be back in a few issues anyway.

L.E.G.I.O.N. '94 #63 (February 1994)

A (completely unnecessary) tie-in to Superman's mini-space saga: Lobo tracks down Superman again just to take him to a space bar and prove to the regulars there that the two are totally buddies now. However, their friendship ends when Superman saves Lobo from being thrown into the nearest sun and then mentions the rescue in front of the alien drunkards, against Lobo's express wishes. It's a funny ending, but I'm pretty sure Superman just caused everyone in that bar to get murdered by Lobo twenty seconds after he left.

New Titans #104 (February 1994)

Lex Jr. appears in this issue for two pages when Roy Harper/Arsenal comes to ask him for help in manufacturing some weapons, and Supergirl appears for one when she tells Lex she has to speak with him and he brushes her off. I guess this will tie in to the issues where Supergirl joins the team? I'll be reading those when the time comes but I'm not looking forward to it, because this whole era of the New Non-Teen Titans is extremely boring to me (the Tom Grummett-drawn issues that came right before were pretty cool, though).

#superman #superboy #supergirl #steel #eradicator #gretchen kelley #lobo #outsiders #L.E.G.I.O.N.#roxy leech #rex leech #dubbilex #sidearm #tana moon #new teen titans

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angelofrainfrogs · 2 years

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Well Done, Superstar: Ch. 2

Fandoms: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: It’s 6am at the Mega Pizzaplex, and Gregory has made the decision to stay. With the help of his trusty companion Freddy, Gregory goes on a quest to uncover the reason behind the once-friendly animatronics turning against him. Along the way, he learns some unexpected things about the Pizzaplex, his new friend… and even himself.

Rating: T

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36619948/chapters/91744885

"You got what I was thinking!" Gregory said, smiling happily and nodding his head. He watched as Freddy lifted the trashcan up, quietly turning and leading the way out of the restaurant. While doing so, he made sure to carefully watch where he was going—getting attacked by the other animatronics, or even the security guard, was not on his To-Do list.

Freddy trailed along behind Gregory, not liking how bulky and cumbersome the trashcan was. Gregory was so small—and fast, when he was trying to dodge bots—, it was easy to lose him in the bright lights of the Pizzeria.

"Gregory, there are multiple gates that require voice activation, but we may only be able to trick Chica into opening one,” Freddy pointed out. “Though she is under some sort of control, she is still quite smart."

And quite fast, Freddy thought to himself. While she wasn't as fast as Roxy, Chica had the unnerving ability to pop up from behind unexpectedly. He tried not to think of what would happen should she do so while they were distracted. "Where do you think we should lure her?"

Gregory hummed softly as he looked around, carefully making his way away from the restaurant in search for the animatronic bird.

"Well... Maybe I can lead her somewhere small. Isn't there a trash compactor somewhere around here?" Gregory asked, keeping his eyes peeled for any unwanted sights. He knew Freddy had a point with Chica only being able to get tricked once… but perhaps all they needed was her voice.

"Yes, there is one in the kitchen. But I do not think there is a gate near—" Freddy stopped dead, sending a few dirty napkins flying out of the trash bin and onto the floor. "...Gregory?"

The boy stopped as Freddy did, turning around and lifting his gaze up towards the large animatronic with a curious tilt of his head. "Hm? Yes, Freddy?"

"What are you planning to do to her...?" Freddy's voice sounded almost... pained. Truthfully, he knew the answer already, but couldn't admit that they needed to do something like that to one of his dearest friends.

Gregory thought to himself for a moment before slightly slouching.

"…Well, I thought we could trap her in the compactor and take her voice box; wouldn't that work?" he asked as he stared up at Freddy, seeming a bit worried that his answer had upset the usually friendly bear. There was no other way forward in Gregory's eyes, but his childlike mind didn't even think to wonder what impact this could possibly leave on Freddy… nor on Chica herself.

Freddy was silent for a while, thinking over the situation. Logically, Gregory was right- the only surefire way to guarantee that they'd be able to use Chica's voice wherever and whenever they needed was to take it from her. And, judging by Roxy's miraculous return after being crushed by a racecar, Chica would likely still be functional, at least to some extent—though Freddy knew this was a double-edged sword. He didn't fully understand how Gregory managed to overcome Monty and Roxy, but the boy had, and Freddy had no doubt that he could beat Chica as well... a fact which did worry him, just a little bit, though he would never admit it.

This is what they had to do. And yet...

"I... I will do my best to help you," Freddy said slowly, subconsciously digging Monty’s claws into the sides of the trash can. "I will protect you from harm, but... I do not know if I can harm her."

Gregory stared up at Freddy for a moment longer, turning away after the bear finished speaking.

"…You're not mad at me, are you?" Gregory asked quietly, shooting a quick glance over his shoulder at Freddy. "I just... I thought it'd help us." He understood why Freddy couldn't bring himself to hurt Chica, but he also wondered if Freddy understood what would happen if he was caught by any of the animatronics.

Perhaps the bear didn't realize his friends could truly do harm.

"No, I am not mad at you, Gregory!" Freddy said quickly, wanting to reassure him. The last thing he wanted was for Gregory to doubt Freddy's trust and dedication to protecting him. "This is just... a very difficult situation for me. Chica is my friend, and just as you surely do not wish to see your friends harmed, I do not wish to see it either. However." Freddy straightened himself and readjusted the trash can, a determined light in his eyes. "Maybe this is what we must do to save her in the end. She is certainly not being a friend to you. Let us go."

Gregory felt instant relief upon hearing Freddy's reassuring words. He nodded his head gently, keeping his gaze forward as he began to walk again.

"...I don't have any friends, but I know I’d feel very sad if I had to watch you get hurt," Gregory said. He now understood how complex of a situation this was, but all he could hope was that they didn't end up doing everything to gain nothing.

Freddy didn't immediately respond to Gregory's comment about not having any friends, cataloguing it in his mind as something to ask about after they got through this night. Instead he focused on the second half of Gregory's words, a smile crossing his face despite the circumstances.

"I could not stand to see you hurt either; but do not worry, I will be just fine. And I am sure that Chica will be alright in the end, I just... I hope she eventually understands that we are doing this for a reason."

The pair was silent for a while after Freddy's response, both mulling over their own thoughts as they carefully made their way past S.T.A.F.F. bots, down elevators, and through the back areas of the Pizzaplex. Sooner than expected, they found themselves in front of the door to the main kitchen.

Gregory carefully pushed the door open, peeking inside before entering and holding the door open for Freddy. Not too far from where they stood was the trash compactor, open wide and on standby mode.

"There it is! I guess you can just leave a pile there. Should I go look for Chica and have her chase me here?" Gregory asked, wanting to think of any other ideas they could possibly come up with to make this plan go as smoothly as possible.

"No, I will take care of luring Chica over here," Freddy said quickly, not wanting Gregory to act as bait. As much as Gregory wanted to help, he was afraid that the boy’s “distraction” would be a loud noise that attracted the wrong target. All Freddy had to do was tell Chica that he found the lost child, not to mention a nice big helping of "food," and she would surely follow him without question. Freddy quickly surveyed the room, seeing if there was anything Gregory could do to help.

"Ah, it seems that the switch for the compactor does not have power; can you locate the generator and turn it on? Follow the wire connected to the button there." Freddy gestured with his chin in the direction of the button, then dumped the contents of the trash can into the compactor. They were lucky he brought the extra garbage, because everything in the kitchen had already been thoroughly rifled through.

Gregory nodded his head, soon looking over towards the wire leading away from the compactor. As he followed it to the generator, he reached forward and flicked it on before immediately running back over to Freddy for his next instructions.

Once Gregory returned, Freddy crouched to his level and told him: "Once she gets into the compactor, all you need to do is hit that button; hide next to it and I will stand in front of you to block Chica's view of you. Does that sound like a plan?"

Gregory gave him a thumbs up and a small grin.

"Sounds like a great plan!" Gregory looked around, then found a good hiding spot in the kitchen near the button for the compactor. All he could do now was wait and hope that everything ran smoothly.

Once Gregory was hidden as well as possible, Freddy went looking for Chica. He found her surprisingly fast, in a nearby room full of metal catwalks. She must have been following them without him realizing it…

"Chica!" Freddy called, waving her over. She came to his side, twitching as she walked, and Freddy resisted the urge to grimace. "I have found the lost child; he is hiding in the kitchen!"

Chica glared at him suspiciously for a minute, before her eyes lit up and she grinned a little too widely.

"Aww, Freddy, I'm so glad you're one of us now!" she exclaimed, and Freddy smiled back to keep up the ruse. Without another word, Chica rushed towards the kitchen, Freddy jogging slightly to match her pace. Had she always been so fast?!

Chica soon flung open the double-doors and quickly scanned the room, but before she could look too closely she noticed the new pile of garbage in the trash compactor. With an excited squawk, she ran into the little compartment and crouched down. As she began stuffing trash into her beak, Freddy settled himself in front of Gregory, blocking Chica's line of sight if she were to turn around.

Gregory remained seated in his hiding spot, wrapping his arms around himself and pressing his knees up to his chest. The sound of the metallic footsteps soon grew louder, causing the boy to tense up nervously. To his relief, their plan was seeming to work as he noticed Chica immediately head for the trash compactor. He waited a few seconds before quickly crawling forward and hitting the button, then retreated to his hiding spot.

The trash compactor lid started to press down, but was stopped by a metal pole propped upright in the compartment, presumably as a failsafe to keep the top from accidentally crushing someone. Hearing the sound, Chica paused and swiveled her head around. Freddy heard Gregory whimper but the bear remained still, confident that Chica wouldn't be able to see the small boy, nor hear him over the noise of the struggling machinery. Sure enough, Chica soon returned to shoveling trash into her mouth.

Freddy knew he should do something; she wasn't going to stay in there forever. But... he couldn't bring himself to move.

Gregory was confused to see the compactor failing, but soon realized what the problem was. Remaining hidden behind Freddy, he grew nervous with Chica beginning to glance around—though the garbage proved a good distraction, she was still too observant for his liking. Gregory waited for her to turn back around before taking a deep breath.

It was now or never.

Gregory moved out from behind Freddy and carefully inched forward until he was directly behind the hostile bird. He gave Chica's back a harsh kick, then followed this action up by kicking the metal pole down to get the job done quicker.

"Gregory!" Freddy yelled, trying to grab the boy's arm as he dashed out of his hiding spot. He was too slow, however, and before he knew it Gregory had kicked both Chica and the metal pole, the lid coming down hard on the animatronic with a sickening crunch. Freddy stared open-mouthed as the lid slowly lifted, revealing the mangled remains of his friend.

Gregory immediately stepped back as the compactor crushed down onto the animatronic, staring wide-eyed.

"…Freddy, we did it!" he exclaimed with a proud smile, which quickly turned to a yelp of fear as Chica suddenly sprung to life and made a desperate grab for him. Gregory was caught off guard by the animatronic shoving him down, using his legs again to kick at Chica's face. His shoe soon connected with her beak, causing it to snap off entirely, and he finally managed to pull back far enough to avoid the heavy crush of the compactor, panting heavily.

Chica's attack on Gregory seemed to happen in slow motion for Freddy; he didn't know if this was because of Roxy's vision, or simply because he couldn't process that Chica would do such a thing, but once he saw her beak forcibly kicked off, he knew it was over.

...Well, it would have been if Chica hadn't grabbed a hold of Gregory's other leg as she was crushed for the second time. Now, she was sliding down the compactor and taking Gregory with her.

Gregory screamed as he felt himself starting to slide too, gripping the wall to keep himself from falling further.

"Freddy!" he called out, trying his best to pull himself up. However, the weight of the animatronic hanging onto his leg was too much for him, and Gregory was soon pulled down the depths below.

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barbecuebabybackribs · 4 years

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Truly Damned (Male Angel-Demon Hybrid Reader x Jasper Hale)

Dating Jasper Hale was many things, the first thing that comes to mind is heavenly- although incredibly ironic- but one of the other thing I would say it was is difficult.

He’s a man who never has to ask what someones feeling, he just knows. So obviously when I walked in- not only his mate but the one person in his long life he’d ever met whom he couldn’t read? His interest was peaked to say the least.

Question after question, trying to find out why exactly I was immune to all vampiric powers, not only that but my scent was something he’d never smelt before, so heavenly but so easy to resist. With most humans he struggled to not bite down on there neck every second he’s around them but not me, and he wants to know why.

Although that precise question is why I’m avoiding him now, trying to slowly make him realize he deserves so much better then a damned creature like me. I go against almost every religious text I’ve ever read- if they even bother to mention my kind at all.

A being born from the forbidden relations of a demon and an angel- it complicated my life to say the least.

Fortunately I was adopted at the mere age of three by a lovely older couple by the names Roxanne Seever and Delilah Seever, they didn’t know who I was or what I was but they loved me for me and that was enough.

However it didn’t last long, good things around me always seems to perish and Roxy was one of them- it all happened so quickly I could’ve done something but I just sat in shock as a semi headed right for our car, squeezed my eyes shut not wanting to witness what was about to happen and right when I heard the sounds of metal against metal and glass shattering- I felt nothing.

I opened my eyes and I was yards away from a picture that still to this day haunt’s me, I couldn’t see much but what I could killed me. The sight of the woman I called mom obviously launched from the wreck of a car mere feet behind her, laying on the ground breathing heavily, and blood surrounding her.

I could’ve done something, but I didn’t.

The ambulances came and carted us away but we all could see in her pale skin she was gone, and when I looked over and saw her cold lifeless face staring back at me that’s when I knew, I was the very thing I had nightmares of since I was a little boy.

I was left unscathed by my miraculous escape- as others called it. I just called it transmutation. I learned a lot since that day when I was a mere 12 years old, while my mother grieved yet never seemed to recover I became obsessed with finding out what I was, who I was, why I was created. It was years until I found out, but when they came to me, in my dreams. It all made sense.

They explained everything to me, how they and a demon had fallen in love however it wasn’t meant to be and they were torn from each other, but not before they fell pregnant- only possible due to the fact they were inhabiting a female body when the act took place.

It all made sense, all my years of searching and I finally got confirmation, I was a demon. A forbidden creature not even god could love, so I did what I thought was best and pushed everyone as far away from me as possible, and although it killed me to see my mother desperately trying to connect with me even through some of her darkest moments, I was doing what I thought was best.

My powers were completely out of control, the longer I lived the more powers showed up and the stronger they grew, transmutation, telekinesis, pyrokenisis, to many to name, and with each power came more struggle to keep my secret hidden, it was almost impossible to keep all of this bottled inside me,

And It was all going to plan, live my life never getting close to another person so they wouldn’t get hurt- that was of course until the new kid’s came to school- The Cullens- and among them was Jasper Hale, the man I would fall head over heels in love with and would completely change my life.

I tried my hardest to push him away but he wasn’t having any of it. He slowly chipped away at the walls I had so desperately built around myself, for months I slowly let him in, it was on the third month I officially befriended him, the fifth month I was fighting off a serious crush, and the six month was one I will forever cherish, the month he asked me out and I accepted so quickly embarrassment ate away at me. The eighth month he told me what he was and for just a moment I thought maybe he could understand, that we’d be safe with each other, and although I never told him what I was- I still felt as if he understood every part of me.

But that was crushed when a few days after our six month anniversary he was attacked by a group of nomad vampires, apparently my unusual scent still lingered on his brought them there- I was the reason they attacked him and he got hurt- although only slightly in vampire standard it still could have been much worse, he could’ve been killed.

I will never forget the image of him flashing in front of my, pure fear in his eyes as both his cold hands clamped around my shoulders, his voice faltered slightly as he asked if I was okay and if anything had happened. His blue shirt torn on his arms, new scars appeared under them, I tried to ignore is but my head spun as he told me the events that had just taken place and I knew, I knew I was wrong. I knew he wasn’t safe with me.

And that’s why I’m pushing him away now, and this time I won’t let him tear down my walls in fear of him getting hurt because of me again- or even worse ending up like my mother.

But of course he wasn’t going to make that easy for me. It’s hard to explain to the man you love why you avoiding him when you can’t just casually say “Oh it’s because I’m a demon-angel hybrid and I don’t want you to die because everything good around me seems to die, my mother, my dog, happiness, kindness, all that good stuff. So I’ve decided to essentially shun you from my life. Okay bye have a nice day.”

So when I moved seats in class, didn’t sit with him at lunch, didn’t drive to school with him and hang out with him after school, didn’t even respond to his texts, he was slightly pissed, but mainly extremely concerned. What had happened? Was it something he did? Were you threatened by someone? Had you simply fallen out of love with him? Was he just not good enough?

He had to confront me, I knew it was coming but that didn’t make it any less heart wrenching. My chest ached as he confront me on my walk home, on the most secluded part of the route, his eyes were filled with pain as he asked a simple question, “Why?”

My throat went dry and I wrapped my arms around myself, the only source of comfort in this moment, I looked him dead in the eye and shook slightly as my entire facade dropped away in an instant, overwhelming guilt and despair washing over me, a single word caused my eyes to burn and water, my breath faltering despite my best efforts to keep it steady.

His golden eyes flooded with concern as he took in my pathetic state, “I can’t tell you.” I choked out, sucking in a jagged breath to try and calm myself but it only broke the damn in my eyes and tears streamed down my face- much to my dismay. In this moment as I looked at his confused and hurt eyes I envied his ability to not cry, it would make convincing him I don’t want to be with him much easier.

“Darling, what happened?” He said taking a step closer to me, “Why have you been so distant?”

I matched his step but backwards, wanting to keep distant because I couldn’t promise myself I wouldn’t fall into his arms if he got any closer.

“Nothing happened, Jasper. I just don’t think we are a good match.” I lied through my teeth, and I could see it on his face he knew it was a blatant lie.

“I don’t believe you, tell me what’s wrong Y/N. We can fix it, whatever it is we can work through it.” He promised, taking a quick step forward, this is so quick I couldn’t step away. I could only push him slightly by placing my hand on his chest, although he didn’t budge. He only held onto my hand while it was placed against his chest.

“Did I do something?” He asked, his brows furrowing as he stared at me, the pain in his eyes almost killed me and I couldn’t let him think he was the reason I didn’t want to be with him- he was the reason I wanted so badly to be with him, I was the reason I couldn’t.

“It’s nothing to do with you...” I mumbled trying to step back but his grip on my hand kept me in place, “Jasper please, let me go.” I said, referring to my hand although it had deeper meaning, I just needed him to let me go emotionally and physically.

“No, tell me what’s wrong,” He said cradling my hands gingerly although keeping a firm grip on them, “Whatever it is we can fix it-”

“No you can’t!” I shouted finally pulling my hands free, taking advantage of the fact that me raising my voice caused him to falter. I took a few steps back before running my now sweaty hands through my hair, I can’t do this... I can’t tell him.

“Please, Y/N. Whatever I did, I’ll make it better.” He practically begged, his usually steady voice quivering, irritation filled me and I finally burst, after all these years, my true self was finally revealed.

“No, Jasper! No you can’t, you can’t fix me! You’re not the problem I am, everything about me is damned- I’m quite literally a demon, I’m a monster in so many ways you will never understand, I can not be fixed like you said, you can’t fix this problem, I can never be fixed! Everything I love gets taken from me, my mothers, my friends, even my damn dog, I thought maybe you’d be safe, maybe you wouldn’t be affected by this damned curse, but no! You’ll just end up like everyone else!” I talked so fast my mind couldn’t keep up, I barely realize the burning sensation on my skin and the feeling of the wind hitting against my body but not in a sense I had ever felt before.

Looking over my shoulder I flinched at what I saw- there is not other way to say it other then the fact that I had sprouted wings, large and dark gray, filling the space behind me with large fuzzy feathers somewhat resembling a hawks feathers- but not only that small fires had lit themselves around my very being, causing the heat I had barely noticed before, this is it. He know’s I’m a monster, it only a matter of second before he leaves-

I was cut off by oh-so-familiar arms wrapping around me, pulling me into a tight hug, burying his face into my neck, I was so taken aback I could do nothing but stand almost limply in his arms, overwhelmed by a emotion I could not place but shocks of energy to each one of my nerves, but it sent a choked sob out of my throat and turned my stomach.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N, Everything is going be alright.” his arms continued to embrace me, one of his hand resting on the back of my head and gently stroking my hair, although he was unable to soothe me via his powers, those simple words soothed me beyond imagine.

Finally letting a deep breath out the unimaginable weight I hadn’t realized was on my shoulders, I let myself fall into his arm, clutching at his freezing body like it was my only life line to this earth. Broken sobs leaving my lips as he supported my weight.

Once I had calmed down he finally let go of me, wiping the few stray tears from my cheek then ruffling my hair, without saying a single word he took my hand and started leading me away from where we had been, I looked over my shoulder- wings having dissipated at some point during the hug- and saw gray feathers blowing in the wind, scorch marks littering the ground around me.

“Jasper,” I said looking back over to him, “Where are we going?” I asked, He simply glanced at me, offering me a slight smile before stating simply ��To the woods.”

“Jazzy that sounds like you’re going to kill me.” I mumbled but still followed him, knowing that was obviously not his intent.

Here only laughed at my statement, shaking his head slightly, if I could see his face I knew there would be a cheeky grin on his face and his gold locks would be perfectly framing his face- the thought made me want to make him look at me right now, however I continued to let him lead me deeper and deeper into the woods, before he let go of my hand- sighing in content.

“This will do.” He stated turning to me, leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

“Will do for what exactly?” I questioned, he only smiled at me with that aggravatingly beautiful smile that just made me want to squeal like some twelve year old girl.

“For you to do some explaining.”

And with that he somehow convinced me to sit down and tell him all about my big secret- I had never even told him I witnessed my mother die in fear it would bring up to many questions, but now all my cards were out on the table and I spilled my soul to him. I told him about watching the life drain from my mothers body, how I spent months and years searching for answers, how my true “Mother” Visits me in my dream and explained everything, I told his I was technically a demon-angel hybrid, I told him how I pushed everyone away in fear my powers would become out of control as they so often did and cause someone to get hurt.

In the end it was nearly dark out, I had showed Jasper a small snippet of my power that I had showed him before, illuminating us with a small flame within my palm, he took my hand and pulled it closer,

“Hey, watch out Jasper it’s hot.” I said pulling away slightly so he wouldn’t hurt himself, although I quickly remembered he couldn’t feel the fire and it would simply wash over him, realizing my mistake I offered my hand again, a slight blush on my cheeks.

He remained motionless for a moment, before a grin spread across his face and he took my hand again, the hand that wasn’t gingerly caressing my hand floated above the flame, quickly dipping his fingers into the flame causing it to dance around him before pulling his hand away.

“Fascinating.” He almost gawked, looking me in my eyes, his eyes held a glint of fascination and an emotion I couldn’t place.

“What are you thinking about?” I quizzed, he let out a slight hum, letting go of my hand and standing from our position on the ground.

“You said you didn’t have full control of these powers?” He asked, however it sounded more like a statement.

“Yes..” I answered hesitantly.

“Well then,” He said before taking my hand and pulling me up so I was standing in front of him, “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

(I hope this was okay, I’m still suffering a tad from sick brain but I think it’s decent. @shamelessloverhairdopainter If this isn’t to your liking feel free to contact me and i’ll tweak it to your liking :) have a wonderful evening and stay safe everyone)

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cousinwingding97 · 3 years

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Silver Memories

Chapter Two: The Chase

Words: over 5k

No warnings. I swear there will be more Mando and the reader. Just wait! Next chapter for sure. I cut this one off at a cliffhanger, but it was getting to be sooo long. Also, very hard to write an amnesiac character so hopefully it’s working. Enjoy!

Sleep must have overtaken you because you found yourself jostled awake by a woman shaking your shoulder. “Excuse me, miss. Stowaways aren’t allowed free travel. Come on, wake up.”

You groaned with the sudden waking and then jumped when you realized you had been caught. The woman who had found you didn’t look angry, just frustrated more than anything. Her dark, curly hair was pulled up and she had a bit of grease on her coveralls.

“Don’t groan at me. You haven’t even started working. I have, and I could use an extra set of hands with my workload. Now, come on,” she holds her hand out to me, “let’s go and get started.”

She doesn’t seem mean. Just rushed. You hesitantly grab her hand as she pulls you up. You don’t have a chance to ask questions or explain. The woman starts walking towards where you assume is her workstation. She more than makes up for your lack of words.

“Next time, don’t hide in the cargo area after moving a crate. Especially if it is one of the only crates left. Most people pay attention. Try the engine room next time. Unless it’s a military ship, most people aren’t around their engines unless something’s wrong. I don’t know if you’re hiding out here or just trying to catch a ride. Pollis Massa is typically a safe haven, so I don’t know why you decided to leave. Why did you? What’s your name?”

You were trying to keep track of all she had said. There was a lot to process and download into your brain. The question about your name didn’t help. You should’ve known the answer to that question at least.

“I... uh don’t know. I woke up there and there were people I didn’t recognize that seemed violent, so I left. I don’t know anything past the fact that I just want to be somewhere else.”

“A woman who wants to make her own way and isn’t afraid of how she gets there. I like it. My name’s Marri. I’m the chief mechanic on the Serpent. You know anything about mechanics?”

“Uh, no.” This woman surprised you. You were glad she wasn’t interrogating you. She seemed more about getting business done rather than getting you in trouble. You couldn’t even answer any of her questions anyway.

Marri just grunts, “Eh, you can hold the tools. Can you do what you’re told?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not.”

“Good. Let’s get to it.”

“But, what about the stowaway business?” You asked hesitantly. All of this seemed too good to be true. How were you not going to get in trouble?

“Listen, honey, we have work to do on this ship. Lots of it. The captain ain’t too much of a stickler. She just wants to get the job done and done well. If you can help and work your way through this trip to Utapau then you aren’t just a freeloader.” This woman surprised you. You were glad she wasn’t interrogating you. She seemed more about getting business done rather than getting you in trouble, but you were still surprised she would just let it go that easily, especially to a stowaway.

While you tried to help Marri, you didn’t feel like you were contributing much, but Marri didn’t say otherwise. You got the sense that she was too into her own work and would only talk if there wasn’t anything else to do. You didn’t mind. Your mind was loud, but the work was constant enough to keep you focused on something else besides all the unanswered questions.

When Marri decided things were done, she took you up to the main area that looked like it was for the crew to relax. Some of the crew were already in there and you grew nervous. Marri may not care and supposedly not the captain, but what about the others?

“Everyone, this is Stowaway. Stowaway, meet everyone,” Marri announced.

You stood there unwillingly in a spotlight while eyes stared at you. None stayed on you for too long. Some just halfheartedly grunted a response and others straight up said nothing. Okay, I don’t know if I should be offended or relieved.

Marri didn’t seem surprised by the response either. “You wouldn’t be the first. Like I said, Polis Massa is sort of a sanctuary and people look for passage to a new life from there more often than not. We’ve learned to deal with it and consider it a job hazard.”

“Oh.” That’s what you were wanting to do, right? Find a new one or your old one? “Honestly, I don’t know what I’m looking for besides safety.”

Marri gave you a tight smile and went to the line for food. You followed, not wanting to be too far away from her. She may be right with the others not caring about you being a stowaway, but you didn’t want to push your luck either. Dinner was spent in silence as you thought over what Marri had asked you about what you wanted from this newfound chance of a new beginning.

You didn’t know how long you had been on the ship exactly when you woke to the sound of Marri waking you for the second time. The two of you had went to her barracks and she had given you extra blankets to sleep on the floor of the ship. It wasn’t completely uncomfortable and you had fallen sound asleep not long after you laid your head down. Now, she was urgently waking you.

“The captain wants to speak to you about an important matter.”

Trepidation filled your veins at her words. Maybe the captain wasn’t as easygoing as you had been led to believe. Maybe someone had complained about you.

You wanted to stay hidden in the barracks, but you knew that wouldn’t be an option. There were too many on the ship and you were just one person. You hated feeling helpless, but you knew you had to follow. Maybe I can explain the situation and talk my way out of being thrown into the vacuum of space.

The longer you walked, the harder your heart pounded against your ribcage. Marri looked over at you and tried to smile encouragingly. The act was appreciated, yet your heart continued its pounding. What are they going to do to me?

Automatic doors parted with a hiss and revealed the bridge. A half circle of a viewport showing a blue tunnel of with lights blazing past in flashes. It looked like you were traveling lightspeed, the word and concept coming into your mind as soon as you saw it.

The crew was stationed at various terminals around the bridge and on a lower level. One woman was standing above it all and overlooking the bridge. She had buzzed hair and a severe look rounded on you as you came into view. Marri saluted her and the captain returned the gesture. Marri turned to you, “This is Captain Roxy.”

You tried to smile and begin explain, but the captain cut you off, “Marri told me of you. Believe me girl, I have no problem with you on the Serpent. Especially since you are willing to work. Unfortunately, something has come up that I can’t ignore.” You didn’t know what she was talking about and your eyebrow raised in confusion. The captain read the expression on your face and offered up, “Let me just show you.”

She turned to one of the many terminals and the man sitting in front of the flashing buttons let his hands fly across the individual pieces in what looked like a rehearsed dance.

In front of the captain was what looked like an ordinary table, but once the man’s hands stilled, the table lit up with a blue see-through image. Your heart sank at the image. It was the man that Cara had been talking to, Mando. His helmet seemed to stare through you. The whole bridge was silent with what you assumed was the same fear you felt. You knew you weren’t the only one who had reason to be afraid. The image, or hologram your inner voice supplied, was image was terrifying just by itself.

The filtered voice began with something you could only described as restrained violence, “I believe you all have someone of importance to me. She is under my protection and care. I have tracked her to your ship and I will be tracking you to your destination once you land, rest assured of that. If she is not there, safe and unharmed, everyone on the Serpent is dead. Don’t think you can hide and don’t try running. You know what I am. It will make it worse for you once I find you.” The hologram cuts out and you feel a bead of sweat travel down your back. You feel all eyes on you, but you can’t tear your eyes from where the helmet had just been. The black visor was burned into your eyes.

Captain Roxy finally speaks up, “This transmission just came in not too long ago. We have already responded to it with the promise of your safe return. If I had known you were a part of the Mandolorian’s clan, I would have turned around as soon as Marri found you. I cannot risk the life of my crew for a fugitive from a bounty hunter or whatever you are.”

You finally turned to face her. You were wanted by a bounty hunter? That must have been why they wanted you. You were worth money and the rest of the group had wanted to receive whatever reward someone had placed for you. The word “Mandolorian” didn’t ring any bells either, but you assumed that was what Mando was short for. You doubted it was because you were a part of his clan, but more of a wanted bounty. For what, you had no idea.

The implications of what you had done fully hit you like a starship to the gut. I ran. I ran from some dangerous people and worse, they can find me easily. They aren’t going to take too kindly to their payday running away. What is going to happen to me when they find me? Will he just kill me to make it easier to bring in?

Before you could plead your case, the captain spoke, “My mind is decided. We will wait at Utapau for the Mandolorian to pick you up in order to make sure he sees we kept you safe.” Her voice softened as she spoke the next words, “For the sake of my crew, please let him know that we did not know we had you on board.” She turns away from you and Marri is pulling you along away from the bridge.

Finally, your words come back to you. “Marri, please. I can’t go back to them. I don’t even know what I have done to have a bounty. I don’t want anyone hurt, but I can’t stay here. I don’t even know who I am, let alone what I’ve done. This has to be a mistake!”

Marri doesn’t look at you. There is a guilty look in her eyes and you can tell your words are getting to her. “Please, help me. Don’t let him take me.”

“Look, I understand. You seem like a nice girl. I don’t want to do it either and honestly; I don’t think the captain even wants to give you up. Not many people like dealing with bounty hunters. That kind has a reputation. But Mandolorians are a proud and violent race. They don’t just give up. They keep their word too. He meant what he said about our crew.” She finally turns to look at you and grabs your shoulders for emphasis. There are tears in her eyes, “You are not the only one who is scared. We all are. He might kill us just to send a message to others. I’m sorry, truly. You don’t even know who you are, but just think for a moment, maybe you were someone terrible.” The last words are spoken more like a question. She doesn’t believe them either.

Your heart clenches at the possibility that she might be right; however, that doesn’t mean you can just give up. You don’t feel like you are a bad person. Despite the will to live, you don’t wish anything bad upon these people just because of your choices.

“Is there anything I can do? Do I have a chance?” You’re begging for any sort of hope or idea and you don’t care if you sound pathetic.

Marri looks at you for a long time. Her dark skin reflects the tears and you can’t help feeling bad for even asking it of her. She’s terrified.

“I don’t know, honestly. Unless you happen to know how to fight, I don’t know if there is anything any of us can do. They are hunters. They get what they are after.”

She’s given up. She doesn’t have any ideas. Why would she help me though? She barely knows me and she’s known her crew for longer.

You will have to come up with your own plan. She leads you back to her barracks, but neither of you can sleep. You are too anxious to even try to close your eyes.

All too soon, you feel the ship starting to land. Your breath hitches and you know there’s no time left.

Marri gently leads you to the ramp. You are met with what you take to be Utapau. The hanger you are in is open aired. There’s a cliff to your right showing you how trapped you are. Your eyes lead up to the walls of what appears to be a giant hole or cavern that you are in currently. There are creatures flying in and out of the hole. You see them land on another pad further away along with some other creatures that look like they are made for running, not flying. There are buildings sticking out from the sides of the cliffs and everything has an industrial, desert look to it.

Unless you steal one of the ships, not an option, or steal the flying creatures, you are stuck in the hole. To your left, the rest of the level you are on of this landing pad has nothing to your advantage. There are machines that look like transportation, but you still don’t know how to operate them. The rest of the crew is unloading while you desperately look for any escape.

None of the inhabitants are paying you any attention. None of them look like they could help you. Most are short and non-threatening with bulging eye sockets and round figures. The taller grey ones with lines running down their faces that look almost like scares seem to be in charge. They have sharp teeth and wear blood red. They look threatening, but too threatening for you to approach.

Marri leads you out of the way of the crew and closer to the edge of the drop off. You look down to see just how high up you still are within this crater. You can’t help but feel like you are in a grave.

The bottom is so far down that you can only make out specks of blue. Marri startles you from your thoughts, “The bottom is water and caves. There’s not much beyond the top. There are similar layouts. This planet is full of sinkholes and cities within. You won’t get far, unless you know how to fly. Your best bet is the water. They can’t track in water as well as land,” she whispers in your ear.

“Why are you telling me this? Unless I miraculously survive a fall, I can’t get down there.”

“I know. But there is a chance if you get one of those varactyls.” She gestures to the lizard looking creatures that you spotted earlier.

You look incredulously at her. She is actually trying to help you? After everything she said to you?

“Look, I don’t know who you are or if you have done anything wrong, but if you are innocent, I don’t want that on my conscience. I can’t help you much more than this, but I could cause a distraction. I have to think of my friends on that ship.”

“I understand. I am grateful. Believe me, I don’t want you to get hurt or killed because of me.” She seems relieved at your words. “I will wait until he sees that I am alright and you guys are safe, ok?”

Again, tears flood her eyes, “Thank you.”

She leads you away from the edge and back to the crew. You don’t have restraints on, but you keep your word. You wait for the Mandolorian to arrive.

Every ship entering the hole brings your heart into your throat with panic. For what feels like hours, but it is never him. You almost fool yourself into thinking that he won’t come.

No such luck. One ship that feels different from the rest enters the atmosphere and you can almost feel the danger radiating off that ship before you even see it. It is not a large ship by any means, but the two guns on the front of the curved hull and the battle scars gives away the true nature of it.

Marri stands besides you and you follow. The whole crew waits as the ship comes closer to the landing platform. You feel something pressed into your hand as you realize it’s a blaster. Marri leans into your ear and whispers, “Only use it if you have to.” You nod and tuck it into your waistband and cover it with your shirt.

Without another word, she walks up to Roxy and the rest of the crew follows. You are in the back of the crowd and all eyes are facing towards the ship that has now turned to land on its bottom with the hull facing up instead of out. Everyone is enraptured and you know you could try to escape now, but you told Marri you would wait until Mando saw that they hadn’t harmed you.

That’s when you notice something out of the corner of your eye. One of the smaller inhabitants trying to wrangle one of the winged lizards is stuck in the reins. Its stubby legs wrapped up and the creature is starting to take off. The poor bug-eyed thing was frantically waving its arms to try to grab the reins as it started to go over the edge, but it was upside down and couldn’t reach.

You couldn’t explain what happened next. You saw that in a moment and the next you were running as fast as you could towards the flying lizard, that was now almost over the edge completely, and reaching out to grab the little guy’s hand.

Now, here you were. Dangling over a hole that led to certain death should you fall. Focusing on the task, you grabbed onto the reins above the leg and pulled yourself up. Once you were above the alien, you carefully loosened the knot. He must’ve mistaken what you were doing and thought you were trying to kill him. He thrashed around even harder causing the lizard to jerk and try to hold you both. It was a scrawny one and smaller than its larger brethren, so your nerves shot up even more.

“Calm down, I’m trying to help you!”

That must have gotten through to him. The frantic squeaks stopped and he held still.

You had loosened the knot enough that you reached down as best you could and grabbed his hand. With a quick jerk, you tugged him out of the reins and swung him back towards the platform into the arms of his comrades.

The celebration and alien sounding cheers didn’t last as the creature decided it had enough of you. Thrashing wildly and randomly, your hands lost their grip and you’re thrown far. You only have a moment to realize you are heading towards the pit of the flightless lizards before panic fully sets in. You were high up; this was probably going to break some bones at best and kill you at worst.

You close your eyes preparing for the pain. A sudden stop in motion without any pain makes your eyes fly open in surprise. One of the varactyls, a giant blue one had caught you in its mouth like you were a toy to fetch. Thankfully, it had caught your shirt in its beak and not your flesh.

There’s commotion outside of the pit and a bit of a crowd is starting to rush into the pit. You know one of them is going to be Mando, so you have two options: take your chances or take this lizard for ride. The answer was obvious.

Patting the beak behind you, you try to convince the beast to let you go, “Hey, let go. Come on, come on. I’m not a toy.” You pat harder to get the point across and with a huff of boredom it does as it’s told. You don’t give it a chance to get far. This one had been saddled already and, in the commotion, had been forgotten. You weren’t going to look a gift lizard in the mouth.

You throw yourself into the saddle and give a spirited whip of the reins. The beast doesn’t hesitate either and lets out an excited yip before lunging forward.

If you hadn’t been holding onto the reins as tight as you had been, you would’ve fallen off. The varactyl was far faster than you expected. You heard some shouts behind you, but you didn’t look back in fear of what you might see.

The paths ahead of you were speeding by towards deeper into this hole and network of tunnels. Stalactites and stalagmites made up most of the natural architecture along with flora, but no signs of where any path lead. So, you chose one that looked like it may take you down towards the bottom of the pit like Marri said.

Everything sped by in a blur of tans and bursts of color from the plants that lined the path. You chanced a look behind you and no one was following you from what you could tell. At least there was some good news.

The bad news was that you had no idea where you were heading and no idea what to do now. There probably wasn’t a chance of actually hiding from a bounty hunter, but you were going to give it your best shot until you could stowaway on another ship.

Thankfully, the main paths seemed to lead in a spiral pattern either up or down levels and split off into smaller paths leading to the inner most parts of the planet. You had lucked out and you knew it was only a matter of time before that luck ended. Especially using so much to save that little one from the falling to his death. There wasn’t any other explanation you could think of for that move. The fact that you weren’t dead was a surprise at this point.

It didn’t take as long as you expected for you to reach the very bottom of the pit. The varactyl was extremely fast and sped through the levels like it had its own hyperdrive.

Once you saw the end of the path leading to docks where small fishing boats were lazily floating and very few life forms to witness your presence, you pulled back on the reins and hopped off. The varactyl walked towards the water and drank deeply.

You didn’t know where to go from here. The path just led straight into the water almost like a ramp. There were caves you could see all around. The water wasn’t deep until near the middle of the pit and Marri had said to keep to the water.

Cautiously, you stepped into the water. It was pleasant and clear. You could see the bottom and the stone underneath was smooth beneath your feet. You could survive in this water without fear of freezing.

Do I know how to swim? These simple questions that only you, or people who knew you, should be able to answer and having no answers yourself, was infuriating. You couldn’t remember anything about yourself, yet you knew basic concepts. The unfairness of everything was boiling your blood and your frustration was growing the more you thought about it.

No! I don’t have time for this. I’ll try floating and see if I can. The water looks shallow enough for the most part, so even if I can’t I could at least try wading towards some caves.

You knew that stealing a boat was not an option since all of them were being used. Swimming anywhere was better than nothing.

You were about to step out further into the water when a thought hit you. They could track me by following that creature. It’s a dead giveaway. You looked back at the bright blue beast that stuck out like a flashing sign advertising your whereabouts.

You walked over to it and gently waved your hands in a shooing motion, “Thanks for the catch and the ride, but you should go.” It didn’t budge. Just looked at you with intelligent eyes and tilting its head in a questioning look. You sighed. “Ugh, come on. You should go. Go free if you want! Just run somewhere!” You started waving your arms a little more aggressively, “Shoo! Go!” You walked up to it closer and louder. The beast finally lost interest and left towards where it came from. You breathed a sigh of relief and walked back to the water.

It looked more intimidating now that you were trying to think of how to swim. Maybe it would be an instinct more than anything. So, you stopped thinking and tried to spear the water surrounding you to your arms in front of you and almost laying out. Your stomach reflexively tightened with strain of keeping you afloat. Ok, so at least I can float. It’s not pretty, but I can float.

Establishing the fact that you could float and possibly swim, your newest and best plan was to hide in the caves and steal whatever food you could. It sounded a lot simpler than it was going to be, but what choice did you have? The blaster in your waistband wasn’t going to do much good if you missed.

The docks were under an overhang, blocking it from the hanger’s view. Swimming out into the open was a stupid idea. Your best bet was to stay close to the sides and close to the docks for food.

You didn’t know what Marri had meant about not being able to track you in the water, but you would do your best to stay in the water and take that fact at face value. So, you swam to a cave off to the left of the docks, tucked away behind cliff faces and rock outcroppings.

You swam for a while along the edges of the rocks until you could still see the docks in the distance. You found a cave along the way, but would have to wait and see if this cave would even work for your needs.

I don’t even know what my needs are. The mouth of the cave opened to a sandy inner sanctuary. You could rest there and sort out what you would need. What if I can’t eat? What if I need something specific? Am I allergic to anything?

You laid down in the sand, staring up to the ceiling of the cave. What if running away had just killed you? Fear chilled your heart. I think I just made the biggest mistake I could make. Hot tears of frustration and hopelessness pricked the corners of your eyes. You had no idea who or even what you were and you had left anyone who did know in fear of being killed or sold off when you just may have killed yourself unknowingly.

“You stupid, stupid girl. What did you just do?” You held back a sob. All the emotions that had been in the back of your head since the moment you woke in that cell were coming to a boiling point now that you were laying down in the best form of safety you could find at the moment.

You wrapped an arm around your eyes and tried to calm your breathing. If you panicked now or got too emotional, you could die for sure if you let the weight of everything crash down and suffocate your actions. You had to hold off for now. You could cry when you were truly safe.

Those thoughts were pushed deep down and you sat up. You cupped your hand and drank deeply to quench your thirst that had built up. When was the last time I had food? That thought brought a grumble to your stomach. At least now I know I need sustenance in some form and I don’t just draw energy from the air or something weird.

The thought of going back out of hiding so soon was not appealing at the moment in case they had tracked you as far as to the docks. Once night fell, there could be a chance to steal some food if you found some by the fisherman’s homes. Stealing wasn’t your first option, but you didn’t have money or any way to fish. You still had the blaster that Marri gave you, but there wasn’t a good chance that a blaster shot wouldn’t destroy any source of food and leave enough behind.

You made your way further into the gave and away from the water. Utapau was warmer than on a ship, but you were still careful not to be close to the water in case it rose and soaked you. You were still wearing the thin clothes from Polis Massa’s medical center. If it got chilly at night on this planet, you would have to steal some clothes.

There wasn’t a memory, but there was a feeling of guilt and shame about possibly having to steal from innocent beings in order to survive. Maybe that means I’m not a bad person. Or I am and I don’t remember how to shove these feelings down yet. That thought wasn’t appealing to you. If you had been a terrible person up until the loss of memories, you weren’t in a rush to get them back.

I’ll argue about morality with myself later, you mused to yourself and let sleep take ahold of you once again for lack of anything else to do. The day had been quite exciting and your body was ready to catch its breath.

You awoke to a light chill blowing into the cave. You looked towards the mouth of the cave and only darkness met your eyes, so you walked out to the water that was still fairly warm. The night was gorgeous. You could see so many stars that it looked like a city in the sky with a moon or planet so close it took up the rest of the sky.

There were quiet squawks from above, probably the lizard like creatures. There were no other sounds besides the quiet rippling of the water.

Looking towards where you thought the docks were, you saw lights along the main bath and the water reflected the light from the stars well enough to light your way.

Now or never, I guess.

You swam towards the docks in search of anything that might be of use. You were careful not to splash and gently cut through the water to not draw attention.

There was a main dock house and about ten houses near the water. You weren’t exactly expecting food to be left out on a windowsill, but you hadn’t thought it would be this hard to find anything.

You walked around the houses, trying to look inconspicuous while you did. There were tools and nets out around, boats left tied to the posts, shoes (which none fit your tiny five-toed feet instead of the two prong shapes), and paddles. You did find a spear lying against the side of a house, which you decided to take and use some rope to sling it around your back.

There was a clothesline that did have a grey wraparound cloak that you took as well for warmth. Still, no food though.

You decided to call it a night when you caught something out of the corner of your eye. A glint of starlight off of something silver. There’s no way. There’s no way. Just be calm.

You walked slowly, trying to not look scared or like you had been caught. You wrapped the cloak around you and used that as a chance to pull the blaster out of your waistband and keep it hidden.

Nothing popped up and no one shouted at you. You were stuck though; if you left back towards safety, they would easily spot you and follow you to your hiding place and if you walked back up the path, then they would spot you and have no fuss with locals. Maybe I’m just being paranoid.

In order to keep the locals safe, you chose to walk back up the path. There could be a shootout and you didn’t want anyone to be hurt in case you were right.

It took every ounce of control to not run or try to hide. If they hadn’t spotted you or if they weren’t even there, there was no point in running. Your heart was pounding though and you felt sweat run down the side of you face. You had to concentrate on each step being slow and steady.

You walked in the middle of the path away from the lights on either side in order to not be as easily seen. You were holding your breath to listen for any sound at all, but it was like the night was just you and your footsteps. Even the squawking had died.

Then, just barely louder than the tiny scuffle of your footsteps, was the sound of someone following. It sounded like metal or spurs or some kind. You almost stopped walking when you heard it, but you kept going like nothing was wrong. Like you weren’t being stalked.

I am not prey.

Without a second to keep thinking or start to panic, you whipped the blaster around and came face to face with the silver helmet much closer than you expected. The blaster was aimed right at his armored chest.

“Walk away right now or get shot,” You did your best threatening voice and tried not to let your hands shake.

The silver helmet just continued to stare at you. The black of the visor swallowed your vision until it was like staring into a void. He still said nothing.

He just looked down at the blaster and you followed his gaze. His gloved hands were on his belt, not his weapons. He wasn’t actively threatening you, but maybe he thought he could take you without them. When he looked back up to your face, he softly spoke, “Your blaster’s safety is on.”

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conflicted looks good on me pt. 3/3

Length: 1.3k

Ship: Ralvez

Summary: Everything works itself out in the end

Luke was lying in bed, having just gotten out of the shower, when the door opened.

Since leaving the army, long showers had been an escape from the world, a special indulgence that he had never previously been able to have. He tended not to have them often, to maintain their status as something special, but Luke decided that he definitely needed one to try and keep his mind off of all the shit that had gone wrong through the day.

His destiny was to live life in the closet - it was as though that was all he was destined for, all his sexuality would ever be. A dirty little secret. Despite Tara’s reassurances that Spencer was truly in love with him, he couldn’t help but want to hide away and never face the world again, because if someone who loved him, who should see the best in him, was embarrassed by him, then how did everyone else see him?

And Luke knew it was stupid, knew he was being an idiot, but the thoughts just would not let him rest. He just wanted to be with Spencer, to be curled up with him, to hear that everything would be okay, that there was nothing wrong with him. The longer he was alone, the worse it got. Glancing quickly at his phone, he considered calling someone, having recognised that he was spiralling, but who was there to call?

Spencer was with Derek, and he didn’t want to take him away from that, or make him feel guilty for Luke being upset. He didn’t want to call Tara again - she should be able to enjoy her evening off - and there was no one else from the team Luke could talk to without going against what Spencer wanted.

So he got out of the shower, and pulled on a t-shirt and some tracksuit pants - both belonging to Spencer, which provided Luke with some degree of calm and comfort, and lay on the bed, Roxy quickly joining him.

“Hey girl, you love me, right?”

Roxy wagged her tail, and it made Luke smile, despite everything. She really was the sweetest dog he could ask for.

And that was when he heard the door open, and Spencer walking in.

“Hey Luke, I’m back. I think that we should talk.”

Luke hurried to compose himself, but could do little to hide the redness of his eyes or to mask the scratchiness of his throat.

“Cariño! How was your time with Derek?”

Spencer’s eyes had become more serious as took in how Luke looked, until a regretful look washed over him. He moved onto the bed, as close to Luke as he could get, despite Roxy refusing to move from her space between them, as though protecting Luke.

From me. Because I was too much of an idiot to talk it through, to be there for him.

Berating himself, Spencer cautiously reached out to touch Luke’s shoulder, trying to provide any slight reassurance that he was able to.

“I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

It was incredible how quickly Luke’s poorly masked sadness morphed into concern, which tugged at Spencer’s heart. Luke wasn’t the one with reason for concern.

“Spence, don’t apologise, you have done nothing wrong! I’m really sorry if I made you feel bad, I hope I wasn’t pressuring you or making you feel uncomfortable-”

“-You weren’t, Luke. I’m sorry I upset you, and that I didn’t talk to you. I shouldn’t have left you alone like that.”

He paused, hoping that Luke would listen to what he was saying, and stop working himself up so much - not that Spencer could blame him for doing so.

“I reconsidered, anyway. I do want to come out… I’m just, well, nervous, about everything. And I’m really sorry that my insecurities hurt you.”

Spencer felt tears welling up as he spoke. He hated what he had put Luke through, cursed himself for not being smart enough to consider how upset he was.

“You don’t have to! I shouldn’t have brought it up, and I’m happy to wait as long as you need.”

“No, I want to. I don’t want to let fear hold us back, and the team is our family. I want them to know.”

Luke’s concern slowly became shock as he realised Spencer was being genuine.

“You do? You aren’t embarrassed by me?”

Spencer’s heart, which had been healing as a result of Luke’s look of concern fading, broke once again. He was grateful, in a way, for having this conversation in the evening, when Luke was exhausted, because he would be more honest - fully awake Luke never would have admitted that.

Thankfully, Roxy had slowly moved out of the way as they had been talking, allowing Spencer to pull Luke closer. It was strange, normally their position was reversed, but he liked being able to feel as though he was supporting Luke for a change, rather than the opposite, as per usual.

“You are the best thing that has happened to me, you know? I could never be embarrassed of you,” Spencer comforted, doing his best to assuage Luke’s fears. “I love you so much, and you are the most incredible person I know.”

Spencer pulled the covers over them both, and continued to tell Luke just how much he loved him. Their conversation needed to be continued, but both of them needed the time to rest first. He pulled Luke tight and willed for sleep to wash over them both.

Spencer, much to the surprise of exactly no one, was extremely stressed as they got closer and closer to coming out. They were finishing up what had thankfully turned out to be an easier case, one that had ended with the unsub apprehended, the victim safe, and preparing to board the plane, where he and Luke planned to inform them of their relationship.

It did take some of the pressure off to know that one person, Tara, already knew, and supported them - one less person to anticipate the reaction of - not that he particularly expected them to be against it.

Luke had been doing his best to calm Spencer, being much more excited than nervous, one of the few things that made the stress of the whole ordeal seem very worthwhile. His smile was infectious, and Spencer was happy to do anything to keep it there. It would be nice, anyway, to be able to be more open with their friends, for Luke not to have to occasionally mention dates with a girl called Lisa for no reason other than to keep up appearances.

As they were boarding the jet, however, Spencer couldn’t help the tapping of his foot and restless movements of his hands, both desperate attempts to expel some of the nervous energy he had.

He exchanged a glance with Luke as they waited to take off, smiling, knowing that there would only be minutes left of this.

“Hey, guys?” Luke said, attempting to get the team’s attention once they were up in the air. “Spencer and I have an announcement.”

They both watched the team like hawks as attention slowly shifted to them. They all had some level of a vaguely knowing look on their faces, and Luke couldn’t help but wonder if it had been more than just Tara who had known.

Thinking of Tara, he watched as she spared a glance at Emily, which took him back to their earlier conversation, although he dismissed the thought for the time being - he had bigger priorities at the time.

“We, uh, Luke and I are dating,” Spencer announced, and watched as the team began to smile at them, some even on the verge of laughing, if their faces were any indication.

“Kid, we knew. Your boyfriend there is not so good at the “secret looks” - and neither are you,” Rossi informed them, no longer bothering to control his laughter.

There were hugs, grins, and congratulations, and Spencer knew he had made the right decision - and any remaining doubt was dispelled by just one look at the man he loved, who looked so overjoyed in the moment.

Spencer knew he had found true love.

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trashcankitty12 · 3 years

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Layla Headcanons:

Everyone, meet Princess Layla Poole of Andros.

She’s the best surfer this side of the Magical Dimension and an excellent escape artist. (Do you have any idea how hard it is to escape from a castle to go out and just breathe without someone watching over you? It’s pretty freaking hard.)

Layla’s probably one of the few voices of reason within the Winx group, and one of the more mature ones.

(All headcanons relate to my main “Balance/Company of Light” verse and my “Left” verse.)

-Believe it or not, Layla can breathe for a set amount of time underwater/hold her breath for long periods of time. She is sort of half-merperson after all. (Her father, Teredor, is what they call a ‘land-walker’ merperson. He mastered the spell that the merpeople can use to turn their tails into feet. He was actually next in line for the MerKingdom’s throne, but he fell in love with Niobe and managed to leave his own throne for his younger brother Neptune and take to the ‘land throne’ with Niobe.)

-Layla’s body can actually form scales if she’s in the water for a long enough period of time. (Like how most people start getting pruney-like when in the water? Layla starts to scale. Hers are a lovely seafoam color and shine brighter than Stella’s favorite necklace.)

-Growing up, she was close to her cousins. Nereus and Tritannus acted like her older brothers and taught her so much about the underwater world as well as life in general. And she and Tressa were practically sisters. (This changed after they all became teenagers, especially when it started becoming apparent that Tritannus and his father were falling out.)

-Layla wasn’t always so sheltered. She used to be able to go on trips with her parents to other realms and used to be allowed to explore around the MerKingdom with her cousins without any repercussions.

-That changed after Layla turned 7. Rumors of remaining Coven members being spotted around Andros made her parents wary and then there was an attempted kidnapping of Layla by a group of sirens who had been known to work closely with Tharma happened… After that, Layla became a bit of a prisoner in her own home because her parents were so afraid of something happening to her.

-Layla was early to get her powers (5), and early to gain her first fairy form (12). Niobe and her most trusted court members took to training her in her fairy magic, wanting her to be able to believe in her own abilities as a fairy. (And hope it would translate into her abilities as a princess and a queen.)

-When she was younger, Layla used to ask for a younger sibling. Her parents had to explain that it was hard enough for them to have her, that they were afraid of risking trying to have another. (Even land-walkers and ‘humans’ have issues with fertility. Layla had been such a blessing to them, their last attempt to have a “natural” child.)

-Layla has already had her Princess Ball, but it was vastly different from Stella’s. She had little-to-no say in what happened as her parents were going for a strictly traditional Androsian Ball. The only upside was her cake and that Tressa was there with her.

-Anne was her first friend after she’d been put into ‘lockdown’ by her parents. (And was sort of her first crush. But it’s nice knowing they’ll be close again after Anne married Nabu’s older sister.)

-Layla’s favorite activity/sport may be dancing, but she has many others she’s in love with. Swimming. Water polo. Surfing. Tide Bombing. Androsian Wave Skiing. Water Races. Synchronized Swimming. (Basically, she loves all the water sports. And is pretty decent at them, if she does say so herself.)

-She’s currently really into a few Earth sports right now too. Tennis, volleyball, and MMA.

-She’s also working on her leaf surfing skills and her abilities as a swordswoman. (She’s great at the agility part and keeping on her toes, but she still needs to work on her timing when attacking and trying to defend herself.)

-Layla discovered the pixies and befriended them before her lockdown happened. She’d been with her parents in Magix. They had been on an important meeting with the Council and she was supposed to be with her nanny/Fairy Godmother. But Layla wanted adventure and snuck off into the forest. She ended up running into Queen Ninfea and finding Pixie Village. (And meeting Piff.) Needless to say, she made friends for life.

-And Layla knew when the pixies went missing. She could feel something deep inside of her was wrong when she couldn’t connect to Piff and hadn’t heard from Chatta or Tune in a few days. (The pixies had been allowed to visit with her and write to her after her mother’s own pixie, Ariella, vouched that they were real pixies from Pixie Village and not some sort of imposters.)

-Anyway, Layla did what she usually did to escape from the Androsian Palace, leaving when the guards changed shifts and while her parents were busy holding court. From there she managed to get to Pixie Village and talk Ninfea into helping her create a teleportation spell into ShadowHaunt. (We all know what happened after.)

-Layla and her parents had a very long and awkward conversation after Layla woke up in good condition at Alfea. They had been so worried and had been so relieved that Faragonda had been the one to find and house their daughter… But after hearing what she’d gone through and how she managed to do so much and still survive… It made them realize that Layla is growing up and that she is a powerful and capable fairy. (Which is how she managed to convince them to let her stay at Alfea, though it didn’t hurt that she mentioned who her new friends were and who her friends’ parents were/are.)

-(Layla still has nightmares regarding ShadowHaunt and the pixies, but after the realm was returned to its true nature, the nightmares started dying down… Until Nabu almost died that is.)

-She used to be so against marriage because she knew about the whole ‘arranged marriage’ ideas her realm had. And when her parents tried to force her into one, it really struck a nerve because of the hypocrisy. After all, they chose their own partners, why couldn’t she?! (Which prompted another conversation with her parents. One that required both parties to open their minds and hearts.)

-(Thankfully, she and Nabu did end up choosing each other… Though she wishes her dad didn’t get along so well with Nabu and that her mother didn’t try to show him baby pictures of her. Honestly, the audacity of her parents.)

-Layla may like seafood (because seafood is a staple of Androsian society), but after being with the other Winx girls, she’s found she really loves the varieties of veggie meals from Linphea. Especially the wraps. (She threatened to marry Flora when the other girl introduced them to her. She was so in love.)

-She and Musa love to jam out together (especially since Layla got her drum set). They actually sound really lovely together and it gets even better when they can talk Tecna into joining in with her keyboard.

-Layla absolutely loves to ride the Sea Hodeaas her uncle Neptune and aunt Ligea have stabled up. It’s the best way to travel underwater and the animals are so majestic. (And yes, they are a breed of seahorse, but a seahorse mixed with those sea dragon things on earth. Just imagine that merger and imagine them to be the equivalent size of a normal horse. Just underwater.)

-No. Layla cannot talk to sea creatures. Not without a spell in place. Please stop asking. (Dammit if you want to talk to animals, Roxy is right fucking there.)

-Layla isn’t thin either. She’s muscular. And she looks fabulous in ballgowns. Eat shit haters.

-If Stella is the snacker of the group, Layla is the one always reminding people to stay hydrated and has like ten water bottles on her at any given time.

-Layla is the friend that if you wanna go do something potentially stupid just to see if you can do it, she’d be down for it. (Granted, she’ll tell you all the ways this could probably go wrong and you all end up dead, but she’s all for seeing what her body can handle. No, she’s not a masochist. She’s just curious.)

-She can sing. But she doesn’t do it often because if she hits a certain pitch, it could be almost… Hypnotic… (Which isn’t fun to explain.)

-Layla may wear heels to formal events, but she’d rather wear her sneakers or flip-flops any day of the week. Seriously, please just let her wear her comfy shit.

-We all know Layla is competitive in sports… She’s also competitive in video games and in board games. (The other girls have a constantly updating list of games Layla and Tecna are no longer allowed to play together.)

-Layla was the most excited about their Earth adventure to find Roxy. It gave her an excuse to be away from Andros for a bit and just be her. (That summer had been a bit, intense. As the Crown Princess and an adult, her parents had been bringing her in more and more on the business aspect of being a Princess.)

-(She loves her crown and her title, and she loves her people and her world… But sometimes it seems like an overwhelming job to be queen and she’s so terrified of doing something wrong that will endanger everyone she cares about or that she’ll end up accidentally offending an important socialite/delegate/ambassador.)

-Stella is good at the people-aspect of being a princess, so she’s been great at helping Layla get over her nerves on the subject and how to be herself while still being princess. And Layla has helped Stella better understand the more political/tactical portions of being a princess. (And together they’ve helped Bloom become more okay with being a princess.)

-Layla has her major fear of being alone and of failure (which we’ve seen when she gained her Charmix), but she has a few minor things… Like she’s a bit claustrophobic thanks to her time in ‘lockdown’ and she has a thing about being late to important events. She’s also working on her public speaking issues… It’s a work in progress.

-Her favorite classes in Alfea involved flying and physical education. Flying always made her feel free and graceful, and almost as powerful as if she were underwater. And the physical classes helped her get rid of her nearly endless energy.

-Layla is a bit hot-headed for an Androsian (who are known for being cool and go-with-the-flow), but she just feels things so deeply and it rocks her to core. (Part of it may be due to the pressures of being a princess and having to try and always do and say the right thing, part of it may be due to being watched so carefully as a child, but she just can’t let things go sometimes and rather than nurse a grudge, she’d rather just have it out and be done.)

-Her goal is to be a great queen when her time to rule comes. But she doesn’t want to necessarily be queen like her mother who tended to rule out of fear. (Layla gets why, she does. She’s met members of the Coven and knows why her mother and father were terrified, but she refuses to be someone who lets it make all of her decisions.) She’ll listen to her fears, sure, and try to rule accordingly, but she doesn’t ever want it to hinder her from making great decisions about Andros or her future children. (If she has any. She and Nabu are still trying to figure out if they want them or if they’d rather wait awhile and adopt.)

#winx club #winx club au #winx club headcanons #winx club layla #winx club layla headcanons #ocean queen #glimmering seas

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fuckyeahharryhart · 3 years

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BECAUSE NO ONE ASKED ME, HERE IS MY DISSERTATION ON KINGSMAN THE GOLDEN CIRCLE AND WHY IT DIDN’T HAVE THE SAME MAGIC AS THE SECRET SERVICE

What do we want from a sequel? Personally, I want to see all the characters that I love again. I want them to be true to how they were in the first movie. I want consistency. I want to know more about them. I want them to build stronger relationships with each other. I want to see them grow. Evolve. Change if they need to. I want good things for them. I want them to be able to face conflicts.

One of the great reasons to have sequels is that we want to see our favorite characters grow and develop.

In TGC, right away, we’ve lost Roxy. More on that later. We lose Merlin. More on THAT later. Right there, they’ve lost so much potential for the third movie. We’ve lost relationships that were meaningful and could have strengthened. So much could have happened within this core group. Their experience could build on experience and add so much history and depth. Their loss wasn’t even handled in a way that really made us feel like it was a crucial point of the movie. It was more like “That sucked, but oh well.” More on THAT, too.

We were introduced to new characters, but no relationships were developed between the Kingsman agents or the Statesman agents. There would be potential to create new relationships to replace the ones that were lost. But that never really happened either. We weren’t given a reason to REALLY care about Statesman. I mean, they were interesting and entertaining. But they weren’t even super helpful in the mission, and they mainly provided the resources that the Kingsman agents needed since the Kingsman HQ was blown up. And they saved Harry.

I can’t really name one close bond between the two agencies. Sure they sent over Tequila in the end, but we don’t even know anything about him other than he’s kind of a bad boy, does drugs and was from “the wrong side of the tracks”. Wouldn’t it have been more interesting if he and Eggsy developed a friendship? Both of them are from the wrong side of the tracks. It would make it more meaningful when Tequila got sick. We were supposed to care about him, but we weren’t even given the chance to. There was so much potential that was not taken advantage of. Basically, we met Tequila, he got sick, got better and then got sent to Kingsman.

There are so many other premises that could have worked for TGC. My main issue with THC it that it didn’t have “heart”. It didn’t have the same emotional impact that TSS did. We were invested in TSS in a way that we’d weren’t in TGC. They set up conflict, introduced new bad guys and new good guys, but there were no relationships between them, we had no particular reason to care about them or what happened to them. There wasn’t anything really behind the show, behind the action. No real character or relationship development. Everything that happened was a plot device or really had nothing to do with the story or the characters at all.

I understand that they wanted to keep things light and fun and entertaining and not be to serious, but that doesn’t mean that the movie can’t have depth and feeling. It was more like a group of kids got together and said “wouldn’t it be cool if we put this in a movie” and tried to build a movie around different scenes rather than starting from the heart. Like “wouldn’t it be cool if someone got tossed in a meat mincer? Or how about an out of control ski lift spins around and then then crashes into a tower? We can show it sliding down the side of a mountain!” And then the kids high five.

My point is that most of the action scenes were sort of superfluous, whereas the action scenes in TSS were crucial or at least connected to the plot or the main characters. Like the car chase scene in the beginning of TGS was cool and fun to watch, but would the movie be the same without it? Kind of. And it certainly didn’t need to be that long or drawn out. They got to show off cool gadgets, which seemed like the only purpose, other than Charlie’s robot arm hacking their computer.

I could start anywhere. So I’ll just start somewhere. Let’s say the beginning.

The movie starts out with Eggsy. He is now a Kingsman agent and seems to have his life together.

Immediately enters Charlie Hesketh, Kingsman reject. He had a beef with Eggsy. There was a huge car chase action scene. Charlie has a robot arm. They both survive and get away. We get to see some old and new tech. Entertaining to watch, but no real substance.

Bringing back Charlie would not have been my first choice. He was an asshole in the first movie and he’s more of on asshole in this movie. He had a satisfying comeuppance in the first movie and there were no loose ends in his case. We assume he died with the others from the exploding microchip. He had a complete character arch in TSS. He was established as an upper class asshole. Got kicked out of Kingsman for being a pussy. Still carried a grudge with Eggsy and held him at knife point in Valentine’s lair and ratted him out. Got shocked by Eggsy for his trouble. Assumed deceased and that was fine with us.

Eggsy never did anything mean to Charlie, certainly not enough to warrant serious violence. Apparently, Charlie was that much of an entitled asshole and sore loser that he took his rejection as a blow to his ego, especially being beaten by a pleb like Eggsy. I didn’t like Charlie. We weren’t supposed to like Charlie. We were fine with Charlie dying.

So why would they bring him back? Well, I suppose it’s a way to link the two movies together. It provides a reason to rehash what happened at the end of TSS for people who did not see it. Introduced some old tech, the electrocuting signet ring, the shoe blade. The car chase was a way to show off all the old and new spy gadgets.

My problem with Charlie right off the bat was that they didn’t give him a reason to come back. How did he and Poppy find each other? How did he get mixed up with their group? We know he doesn’t like Eggsy and the Kingsman, he decides to blow all of them up? Was that Charlie’s idea or Poppy’s idea? Is Kingsman more of a threat to them than any other independent intelligence agency? Charlie no longer lives a life of privilege and considers himself a pleb. He is still bitter about Eggsy beating him.

We have no idea what happened to Charlie between TSS to TGC. We have not been given a reason to invest in him either as a threat or a source of conflict. There’s no complexity to his character. He was an asshole that came back a bigger asshole.

If they wanted to bring back Charlie, wouldn’t it have been more interesting for him to come back as an ally? Who after VDay and losing his family and life as he knows it, decides to change his ways and upon meeting Eggsy and he actually asks for his help? He doesn’t know anywhere else to go but Kingsman. They could still have a car chase scene with an unknown enemy that attacks Eggsy, but Charlie helps Eggsy against the enemy and they have to work together to survive. Thus proving that Charlie has changed his ways.

BUT- PLOT TWIST - he’s a mole for Poppy to get inside Kingsman to take them out from within. And this is all part of their plan to destroy Kingsman. And then we have to see him struggle with his role as a double agent as he gets to know all the Kingsman better. They are accepting of him in a way he never accepted them when the roles were reversed. He was always just a competitive jerk. So he’s conflicted. And we want to know, well, will he turn out bad or good in the end? And of course, this is all off the top of my head. Just some examples of things that could have been done differently that would have made the movie more interesting (at least to me).

I’m going to be jumping around some and might go off on tangents. Sorry.

In TGC, I didn’t feel like the bad guy brought anything new or different to the table. The issue of a drug cartel taking over the world with hostages was too broad and general. For me, there was no real urgency. Other than blowing up Kingsman, there is no link between Kingsman and the Golden Circle.

Let’s say instead of Charlie, Poppy and the Golden Circle as the bad guys, well, we could still have something like the Golden Circle... but it’s an underground network of bad spies who want to take out all the good intelligence agencies. Like spy vs spy. Could be interesting. One of the problems I have is that the Golden Circle only blew up Kingsman? I’m assuming because Charlie had a beef with them? But what about all the other intelligence agencies around the world? I guess it would make sense if we knew Kingsman was a direct threat to TGC, but Kingsman didn’t even know they existed. My point is that TGC could have done everything they did, release the virus, hold the antidote hostage, without having to blow up Kingsman. Kingsman was not an obstacle that TGC had to get rid of. So for me, it didn’t make any sense. The only reason we have is that Charlie’s fragile ego couldn’t stand that he was rejected. Would the biggest drug cartel in the world take the risk of blowing up a whole agency over some dudes hurt feelings?

So what are the alternatives? Well, other than double agent Charlie. Let say we have a scenario where Charlie has a little sister who survived VDay. She was on a retreat to save endangered animals on a remote island far from civilization so she was not affected by the SIM card transmissions. She survived to find everything and everyone she loved gone. We’ll call her Kay. Kay was genuinely a good, kind, sweet person. But her entire family was killed and she was devastated losing them, particularly her brother. She was the one person who Charlie didn’t treat like an asshole. She loved her big brother and had a close relationship and when he and her family died, her entire life changed. So we learned that Charlie was actually not an asshole ALL of the time and that his soft spot was his little sister. (Eggsy could relate to this as he is protective of his half sister)

So let’s say, she wants revenge. She wants to destroy Kingsman and take down Eggsy, Merlin and Roxy and everything they love. Just like they did to her. There doesn’t even need to be a Poppy. No drug cartel. Let’s bring the threat closer to home. In the first movie it was a “save the world” type situation. How about doing something different for this one? This time, Kingsman is being directly threatened.

Let say a mysterious group of people took Kay in the aftermath of V day, when no one else would. BUT she discovers they are actually an international syndicate- like Kingsman- but for bad instead of good. They can be called the Golden Circle.

Let’s say she’s super smart, both tech wise and with weaponry and she has mad skills that the syndicate can use. So she joins forces with them with an ulterior motive. Even though she doesn’t agree with everything they do, it’s a way for her to have the resources to get her revenge against Kingsman.

Let’s say this group wants to take out all the international intelligence agencies, since they are a threat, starting with Kingsman. The Statesman are next. Kay plans on only staying for Kingsman, so she can take them out and specifically Merlin, Eggs and Roxy. Then she plans on running away on her own. Because, as much as she wants her revenge, she isn’t essentially evil herself. She is just so angry and alone. She’s a complicated character, linked to Kingsman and the plot of the first movie through Charlie, but she presents new challenges. Unlike Charlie, whose issues just rehashed conflict from TSS.

Then there’s so many options from here. I’m just going to brainstorm so stick with me if you want.

Let say, the movie opens with Roxy and Eggsy both coming out of Kingsman, joking around and teasing each other after completing a dangerous mission and want to celebrate. Merlin is on the glasses comms, telling them to behave and not drink to much or get in trouble. They are about to get into the taxi to go get a drink but then Kay comes out holds gun on them with her underworld support. She knows who they are, calls them by both their code names and real names, but they have no idea who she is.

They try to identify her, but as there is no existing reference to her, their first scan comes up with nothing. So they don’t know who she is, they just know she is a threat and she has backup. The car chase and everything can be basically the same, but with Merlin’s help on the comms, they are able to get away.

So the main conflict is that Eggsy, Roxy and Merlin need to find out who is threatening them (the TGC evil syndicate) and at the same time find out specifically who Kay is. They don’t know she is Charlie’s sister yet. They find out later in the debrief where they compare her facial structure to their database and Charlie comes up as a match.

So how does Harry Hart come back into the picture? I’ll get to that soon.

Well, Kay/syndicate blow up all the Kingsman agents, but Roxy, Merlin and Eggsy survive. But now they have no resources. They can do the same doomsday scenario as in the movie, but Roxy is still alive. (It was horrible how she was killed off for no reason. She deserved better.)

All three survive the explosion. Maybe even because they were doing something fun together, or bickering over something silly, showing how close they’ve become. This way we can strengthen the relationships between the three of them before anything happens to any of them. I thought the “Roxy as my Best friend and she was killed” plot device was forced. She had a couple lines helping Eggsy with Tilde, and he calls her his best friend and agent. (At this point I’m not even sure if we need Tilde in the picture.) And then Roxy gets blown up. Sucks.

I’d forget about the whole Tilde relationship angle and focus on the friendship between Eggsy and Roxy instead. (Don’t worry, they’ll stay friends. They don’t get into a relationship together.)

There are so many other ways to show they are best friends and agents who rely on each other, so if or when one of them dies, it’s much more meaningful. We feel her loss as Eggsy or Merlin would. Her death in THC was essentially meaningless.

BACK TO THE FILM:

Kingsman HQ and the shop have been blown up. Roxy, Merlin and Eggsy are devastated but Merlin pulls himself together and takes charge. He says that they need to rely on their training. That they’ve lost people they love before and yet they keep on going, to honor their memory, because that’s what a Kingsman does. (Reference to Harry)

They go to the winery, proceed to get drunk, which would be funny with the three of them together, when they discover the Statesman logo on the whiskey bottle and go to Kentucky for help. All that is fine. It can be the same as the movie.

The three of them go to Statesman. They try to break in and are overtaken and tied up by Statesman agents.

This can be all the same as the movie as well. The three of them are tied up and Tequila is questioning them. He’s also flirting with Roxy at the same time because he’s a southern boy. But he still doesn’t believe them.

BUT WAIT!....(READ MY EXCERPT OF FAN FIC ON HOW HARRY RETURNED HERE: https://fuckyeahharryhart.tumblr.com/post/635251512219729920/kingsman-the-golden-circle

KEEP READING HERE IF YOU WANT THE SHORT VERSION:

Ok. I had a real issue with how they brought Harry back. Don’t get me wrong, I am sooo, sooo grateful that they brought him back at all, but the character that he became from the amnesia, for me, was not Harry at all, not even a young Harry.

I know some people liked the soft, timid, shy Harry. And that’s sweet. But he was the antithesis of the Harry I grew to love from the first movie. During the whole TGC movie, I didn’t really get the same energy and presence as the first Harry Hart. (Ok, I know this is kind of Eggsy’s movie, anyway.)

Sure, we got background on what Harry was like when younger. He wanted to become a lepidopterist. He had the choice of being one or joining the army. He joined the army and then Kingsman. This doesn’t really add anything to the film or to Harry personally. I don’t feel like I know him better. I know facts about him. I want to know what was behind the choices he made.

I want to know, why did Harry chose the Army? Did something significant happen that led him down that road? From the film, we know he missed his mother, but doesn’t mention a father. What happened to his father?

Maybe his father was military, and was away for most of his life. His father never understood Harry’s butterfly fascination and hoped that he would follow in his footsteps and become a military man, but loved him and supported him none the less. Let’s say his father was killed in action and that is why Harry joined the army and gave up Lepidoptery. For the memory of his father. So when he mentions to Merlin that he wants to see “Mother” that is why there is no mention of the father, because he already died.

And then we find out that he relates to Eggsy so much because “what’!?!” Harry lost his own father the same way as Eggsy did! In action, on a mission. BUT, Harry feels even more guilt because HE was the reason Eggsy’s father was killed. It’s his fault that Eggsy had to go through the same loss that he did. So he knows exactly how Eggsy felt. He feels extra responsibility for him and wants to be his mentor and be the father figure neither of them had growing up! Now we understand Harry sooooo much more, what motivates him to be the person he is and the relationship that he has with Eggsy is that much more meaningful.

(WHAT!?! I would soooo watch this movie.)

So, at least it would be helpful to know what happened to Harry’s father. It would give us more motivation on why Harry is the way he is. Our dear Harry Hart. You are so quiet and so brave that we forget you are suffering. Our hearts go out to him. We imagine Harry as a young man who lost his father and joined the army to be close to him and honor him. Sigh.

How much weight has Harry Hart carried with him? Never complaining, never using it as an excuse. We only know through his actions that he wants to make up for his past mistakes. We love him that much more. Underneath his stoic polished exterior lies a young man who lost his father. But he also has to carry the guilt of being the reason another boy lost his own father, as Eggsy’s father was saving Harry’s life, while sacrificing his own.

So back to the movie. Amnesia Harry, to me, was not Harry Hart. I can’t believe this soft, timid man became the brave, sophisticated super spy that he is now. I think it would have been more effective for amnesia Harry to still have qualities of spy Harry, but the amnesia makes him forget KINGSMAN. And it’s painful for Eggsy Roxy and Merlin, because at first, he seems like the Harry they know and love. But to Harry, they are complete strangers. Imagine if your significant other lost the memory of you, but other than that they were still the same person. You had a whole life of memories that you shared. They wouldn’t know that you shared them. What would it be like to be so close to someone, yet at the same time, just out of reach? Harsh.

STAY WITH ME HERE. This is what I would have imagined for the return of Harry Hart. It would be fairly similar to what happened, but with some crucial differences. AGAIN: ONLY IF YOU WANT, REFER TO:

:https://fuckyeahharryhart.tumblr.com/post/635251512219729920/kingsman-the-golden-circle

Let’s go back to the scene where Merlin, Eggsy AND Roxy are tied in chairs getting grilled by Tequila, who is actually flirting with Roxy because that’s who Teauila is. And Roxy is having none of it because that is who she is. This dynamic could be pretty funny, with Eggsy teasing Roxy (but that’s for later).

So all three of them are saying they were only following clues from their doomsday scenario protocol. They lost everything and all they have left is their honor. They are still getting threatened by Tequila. They aren’t budging because that’s the truth, they aren’t lying about the circumstances that brought them to Statesman.

Teauila has to change this up a bit. And what does he do? Threatens to bring in their finest interrogator. Says how this agent is skilled in ways they can’t even imagine. He is not someone that they want to fuck around with. Nothing gets past him. If you don’t tell him what he wants to hear, don’t worry, he will make you. He is definitely someone who they don’t want on their bad side. They still don’t have anything else to say.

Tequila calls in the agent. And who is that agent?

IN WALKS HARRY HART, in all of his secret spy glory!!!! (OMG I WOULD DIE) He’s impeccable in his familiar suit, hair immaculately in place, posture perfect. The only real change are the shaded eyeglasses to protect the eye he lost and the Statesman issue gun he carries. Everything else is exactly the same from his pocket square to his cuff links.

Roxy, Merlin, and Eggsy are mindfucked. They can’t believe this is THEIR Harry Hart. But Harry doesn’t recognise them, doesn’t remember them AT ALL, as he has lost all of his memory of Kingsman. BUT, he has retained all of his skill and personality as an agent and individual. The only thing different is that he doesn’t remember them.

They are confused and overjoyed at the same time. They don’t even know how to react when they try to get Harry to remember them and he doesn’t. We get all the delicious visuals of Kingsman Harry, but are faced with the fact that he actually doesn’t remember Kingsman at all.

Statesman Harry continues to interrogate them as if they are the unknown quantity and possible enemy, because to him, that’s exactly what they are. They are speechless at this point and don’t know what to do, or how to react, or how to get Harry to believe them. They don’t know how to prove they are who they say they are. They don’t know how to prove that Harry knows them, and that they know Harry.

Harry, not for wasting time, unholsters his revolver and points it at Eggy’s head. Are they ready to talk now? They yell for him to stop, not to shoot, to let them explain. Harry starts to count down from three, and just as he gets to one, Ginger Ale comes in and throws Harry the umbrella. Their story checks out. Harry inspects the umbrella, sees the statesman’s logo and pauses. He looks over the umbrella turns it over, twirls it in his hands almost in a familiar way. Does it help him remember Kingsman and his friends? It looks like it might. He contemplates the umbrella for a moment, but then he says “not good enough” and aims his revolver at Eggsy and switches off the safety.

Eggsy and the others are beyond panic, when Eggsy throws a Hail Mary. He tried to look at Harrys right hand, but the gun is blocking his view and he doesn’t know for sure, but fuck it, takes the risk and yells to him that Harry wears a signet ring on his right pinkie finger. That gentleman are traditionally supposed to wear it on the left hand. But Harry wears it on his right hand because his right hand is dominant.

THIS makes Harry pause and slowly puts down his gun. Because he does wear a pinkie ring on his right hand. He was wearing it when he was shot and wanted to keep wearing it. He doesn’t know why, just that it feels right to him. He asks Eggsy, “how do you know that?”

“Eggsy says, “Because I’m wearing one too.”

(WHAAAT JUST HAPPENED!!!!????)

Statesman Harry holsters his weapon. He says, “It seems as if we have a lot to discuss.”

Ok, so that’s just an idea I came up with while writing this. Let’s see if I can continue.

Because TGC needed much, much more of the Harry Hart we know and love.

This cuts to the scene where they are in the Statesman HQ dining room. Harry is also there but sits on the Statesman side. Ginger and Tequila are there as well.

Merlin, Roxy and Eggsy sit opposite the Statesman.

They meet Champagne/Champs - who wants to know what’s going on.

Cut to when Ginger explains how Statesman got readings of low frequency waves from Valentine’s test in Kentucky. All of this can remain the same. Ginger Ale and Tequila save him by using the alpha gel, they help him recover. But when he does, he can’t remember anything from his past. He knows his name, he has the same personality and all the same skills, which they discover when he wakes up.

When he wakes up for the first time, Ginger ale and Tequila are there. Harry is slowly coming to. We don’t know how he is though yet. As he is coming into consciousness, his agent reflexes kick in. He scans the room, finds the exit, determines any possible threats and locates the nearest weapon. In a flash, Harry sits up, grabs Tequila’s gun and points it at him. Harry asks them who they are and what is he doing there.

They look at each other and say that they have a lot to talk about.

I’m just gonna go with this and see how it plays out....

Statesman knew he was intelligence from his eye glasses, but they didn’t know whose. And Harry couldn’t tell them anything. They knew he was possibly British as he spoke the Queen’s English. But he could still be from a number of other places as well.

Obviously, international intelligence agencies are not going to be listed on the internet, but while Harry was recovering, they put out feelers for possible missing persons that matched his description, particularly in Europe and Great Britain, and then broadened their search to the commonwealth countries.

They scanned news on anything surrounding the Kentucky event, who was involved, but they only found information on Valentine and his cohorts. They even kept their ears open on the secret spy wire, to see if an agency was looking for an operative, or had an agent who had gone rogue, or had one go dark. They didn’t have any luck. It’s not like they could put out an “if missing an agent, please call” flyer.

But as Harry got better, they found out the extent of his abilities. They were far greater than Statesman expected.

—-here can be a montage of him going through his skills, slowly getting better and stronger until he is at full capacity.- plus it would be really hot and sexy to see Harry Hart’s repertoire of skills. (I heard that Colin Firth is pretty good at archery, too.)

For some reason he can’t explain, he insisted on only wearing suits, styled exactly the same as the one he was found in, shirt, tie, cuff links and his pinkie ring. The only thing he would carry is the Statesman issue pistol and the occasional custom weapon or flask. Or maybe a fedora.

He was grateful to Statesman for saving his life. We find out that Harry started working for Statesman, actually becoming close to them like he was with Roxy, Merlin, and Eggsy and becoming an integral part of their organisation.

His English mannerisms often pop up, much to the amusement of Statesman. They respect him and find him endearing at the same time. They still kept an eye out for someone matching his description gone missing, but without as much urgency since they liked having him around.

The others are overjoyed that he is alive, at the same time devastated that he doesn’t remember them. It’s like he’s almost there, but just out of reach.

(OMG, I NEED TO SEE THIS VERSION OF TGC.)

How does he get his memory back?

There are a number of ways. We could still do something similar to the puppy scenario, let’s say that Harry, for some reason he also can’t explain, wanted a cairn terrier. So he has one that follows him around Statesman HQ.

This scenario could play out similarly as the movie. As a last resort, Eggsy threatens to shoot his dog, triggering the memory of Harry when he was a trainee having to shoot Mr. Pickle.

OR let’s say at a certain pivotal moment, something happens where Eggsy is tied to train tracks just like in TSS, but this time, there is no false floor. Eggsy is in a life or death situation and as seconds tick by, it’s looking more like death. Eggsy is yelling at Harry to please cut the ropes, when Harry’s memory is triggered. The combination of the bright lights of the train, the roar as it barrels down the tracks, Eggsy screaming, fearing for his life...Harry starts to remember the same circumstance during Eggsy’s training when he was almost hit by a train.

While Eggsy is struggling, Harry’s memory is flashing back to all the significant moments in his life, like a seizure he can’t control. His father. Butterflies. Harry joining the army. Eggsy’s father sacrificing his life to save Harry’s. Meeting Eggsy, training him, being a father figure to him. Everything to the point when he is shot by Valentine. Harry is trying to process all of this when he hears Eggsy yelling to cut the ropes again and Harry comes to, just in time to save him.

As Eggsy recovers he notices something different about Harry. He stops and just waits, looking at him.

Out of the blue, Harry says “bloody well done” which is what he said to Eggsy when he passed the training. Harry pauses and then says with meaning “Eggsy” (not eggy as he’s been calling him)

“Hello Harry.” Eggsy says in return and goes up to hug him, which Harry returns. And he says Eggsy’s name again as memories return to him. Agent Galahad is back.

Eggsy finally had his chance to say I’m sorry to Harry and how much he meant to him and how devastated he was when he thought Harry had died. And how happy he was to find out he survived, and how devastated he was when Harry didn’t remember him. It doesn’t have to be all mushy and serious, it can just be simple and touching. Like Harry saying something like “It takes a lot more than a bullet to the head to kill Harry Hart.”

I had an issue with the dynamic between Harry and Eggsy on their first mission with Whiskey. Obviously having Harry back is the best thing in Eggsy’s life right now. What a gift to basically have him back from the dead. I personally would be extra considerate and caring of any lapses that he may be experiencing due to the gunshot. And knowing that he was still recovering (as depicted in the bar fight scene) I’d make a concerted effort to look out for his well being.

So when they are all trapped at the cabin in Italy and Harry out of the blue shoots Whiskey, my first reaction wouldn’t be “Harry you’re a fucking idiot! You’re out of control!” It was be “OMG, what’s wrong Harry? Why would you do that?” And make an effort to understand what Harry is going through. I know they’re in a life or death situation and they don’t have time to have a heart to heart. But if my best friend and mentor came back from the dead, like, days ago, I wouldn’t be calling him a fucking idiot. I first reaction would be worry and concern.

Back to my alternate scenario. This sets up a new conflict. The call of Kingsman is strong and wants to lure Harry back to Great Britain, with Eggsy and Merlin and Roxy, but he will be forever indebted to Statesman for saving his life, helping him find himself and giving him purpose and meaning within the Statesman family. He knows he will have to choose eventually, but at the moment, the pressing issue is the Golden Circle and to defeat them, the two agencies will have to work as one and who better to do lead them than Harry Hart. (I love Harry Hart so much)

What else is a possibility? Roxy is slowly won over by Agent Tequila’s charm, but she gets kidnapped by Kay and the Golden Circle. Now Agent Tequila and the others have to race to rescue Roxy before The Golden Circle blows up, because why? BECAUSE KINGSMAN HAD ALREADY SET UP EXPLOSIONS TO DESTROY THEM! So if Roxy dies in the blast, it’s basically because of Kingsman.

What else could Roxy’s story look like? Hmmm. Kay is the same age as Roxy. So despite each of their misgivings, they begin to relate to each other. Roxy is sorry about Kay’s loss and recognises that she isn’t an inherently bad person like the rest of Golden Circle. She’s just a sister, a daughter, a person like Roxy. She is just in pain and doesn’t know how to handle her grief. Kay realises that Roxy was just looking out for her friends and trying to do what’s right despite insurmountable odds. Without really realising it, they begin to bond. They really don’t want to hurt each other, but are afraid they are too far down the path of destruction and revenge to turn back.

Let’s throw in Whiskey, too. Because I don’t like how they utilised his character in TGC at all. First off, his reasoning behind wanting all the junkies to die was weak. Almost 22-23 years since the death of his wife and he was still willing to kill all the good people as well as the bad? He didn’t differentiate someone like Tequila, his fellow agent, from the meth heads that killed his wife?

I don’t think that an agent who has dedicated his life to save others would be that selfish as to want the deaths of all those people. So I’m going to throw that whole plot device in the can. Plus, the foreshadowing that Whiskey was a bad guy and that Harry was on to him and shot him was weak, of no fault of theirs, the story was bad.

Let’s say In this version, he is not a bad guy. Let’s say he’s a Statesman through and through. And he is very very protective of Statesman and is determined to protect it and the other agents at all costs, in a way he wasn’t able to protect his wife and unborn child.

As a result he is less welcoming to strangers and outsiders than the others. He has a long history of tradition within the Statesman family and wants to preserve that legacy. He is the one that was less than excited to have Harry join the agency. Whiskey was the one that continued to be suspicious, and at times could antagonise Harry, implying that no matter how good an agent he was, that he would never truly be a Statesman. That he would be an outsider. Which he now feels is justified because they discover Harry is actually a Kingsman. Whiskey avoids spending time with them, outside of the mission and continues to remain standoffish.

But slowly, as they all work together, the Kingsman agents especially being open and accepting and kind to their counter parts, Whiskey begins to slowly, begrudgingly come around. He begins to thaw and we realise what a cool guy whiskey really is, he is just ultra dedicated and loyal to Statesman and will do everything he can to protect and honor his agency. He gets to know everyone, realises that all of them have experienced their own personal loss and that their losses are what drives them to help others. And this common understanding of loss brings them together.

What if, instead of getting killed because he tried to double cross both Statesman and Kingsman, he ultimately shows his true self, when they are all trapped in the enemy HQ, by offering to stay behind, fight off bad guys, to give the others a chance to escape, including the Kingsman, at the risk of his own life.

Perhaps he asks Harry, Merlin and Eggsy to go and save Roxy and lead everyone out of danger. And to take care of Statesman, and Ginger and Tequila as Whiskey would and has his entire life, because they are ALL family now and families take care of each other.

(ALL THE FEELS. RIGHT HERE.)

What if Whiskey demands that they have to go and leave him behind to his own fate. That even if he gets overpowered, Whiskey won’t go down without a fight. They all do their agent handshake of brotherhood and leave him to fight the enemy. So Whiskey, instead of being put in the mincer, gets one last epic battle, fights harder than he ever has before because he wants to give the others a chance to survive. This is why Whiskey became a Statesman, to serve his fellow man, to protect his family. His whole life has led to this point.

The scene could be intercut with Whiskey battling the enemy, with the others making their way out of the enemy headquarters. Whiskey, the entire time fighting to keep the bad guys from following them. Let’s say that during Harry’s and Whiskeys handshake, Harry passes Whiskey his lighter grenade, as a message, agent to agent, never let the enemy capture you. If it gets to that point, use the grenade and take the bastards out with you.

The battle gets more and more hectic, Whiskey gets cornered. He’s out of options, save one. He triggers the grenade, but not before he says “this is for statesman”. Or something else along those lines that’s super cool and badass. We don’t see the blast, but it cuts to the others who hear the bomb go off and they know that Whiskey did as much as he could and even though they are running for their lives, they take a moment to acknowledge his sacrifice.

(OMG- I’m going to make myself cry.)

How much of a better end would that be for Whiskey? Such a better part for him to play rather than the secret bad guy plot twist at the end of TGC. In this new version, we get to see his compete character arch. We feel compassion for him, we root for him, and we mourn his loss. Ugh. I just hate how so many of the characters deaths got the short shift.

Or if it’s not whiskey, If Merlin still has to die, (which I don’t think he does) he could be the one that stays behind. But death would be more than accidentally stepping on a landmine. There would be more at stake, more on the line. More urgency. If both Whiskey and Merlin had to die, what if they had to detonate a bomb, but the bomb had a fail safe where to detonate the it, two people have to trigger it at the same time, and the likelihood of survival is slim. But they offer to stay behind, one man from each agency. There can still be an epic battle, but this time Merlin gets a chance to fight, too. And he fights alongside Whiskey for as long and as hard as they can until they have to detonate the bomb. Merlin gets his moment.

In TGC, Merlin didn’t even get half the chance to be a bad ass in his own Kingsman suit and glasses. It wasn’t fair to him. He should have had more of a chance to be a part of things in the end. Merlin deserved a much more meaningful send off. There were so many other ways to handle his death.... if he had to die at all.

Let’s say in my version he survived the blast, we don’t know, there’s a chance he did. And that gives us hope. We really want him to be in the third movie with Eggsy and Harry, the three of them have such a good dynamic.

I felt like Merlins death in TGC should have been much more impactful. It seemed like an afterthought. After he died, his name was only mentioned 4 times. Eggsy said his name when he killed Charlie, Harry said his name and Rest In Peace, when explaining the heroin injection to Poppy. Whiskey said his name about putting pieces of him and Harry into a bucket, and lastly, that releasing the antidote was in Merlin’s honor. But emotionally, it didn’t feel like they felt his loss at all. They nodded their goodbyes, and then went dead in the eyes before they went after poppy’s men. That was the extent of it.

Merlin wasn’t recognized at all after the whole poppy ordeal. Not at the meeting at Statesman or at Eggsy’s wedding. I know they were planning on having Merlin survive the blast and be there when Eggsy got married, just with prosthetic legs. And at the last minute decided not to. I know Merlin and Ginger ale were supposed to kind of be into each other. We got a little of that with them working together. But that relationship was cut from the final version. As a result, it felt abrupt. We didn’t get her reaction when Merlin died. Or get their reaction when they found out that Whiskey had double crossed them.

Back to Kay and Roxy...

Let’s say Kay is ordered to take out Roxy. Kay actually begins to feel bad, begins to doubt herself, but is determined to stick to her plan. She is supposed to shoot Roxy and then join the rest of the Golden Circle bad guys to get the others.

As she points her gun at Roxy, Kay says something along the lines of “I’m sorry that this actually IS personal and it’s something that she has to do. For her family. For herself.”

To Kay’s surprise, Roxy is calm, collected and replies in understanding. Roxy can imagine how she is feeling, because if she lost her family like Kay did. If Eggsy, Merlin and Harry died, her own family now, she would feel the same way as Kay does. And she doesn’t blame her for wanting revenge. Roxy says simply, do what you need to do, so you can get over their deaths. I accept my fate. And closes her eyes.

Kay, switches off the safety and takes two shots at Roxy. Roxy flinches, but realizes that she is not dead. Kay has actually shot off her handcuffs that were binding Roxy to her chair. Roxy takes a moment to be impressed with Kay’s sharp shooting skills.

Kay, feeling defeated and empty, tells Roxy to go. To hurry and find her friends and escape before the GC men return. Kay gives her the gun. Roxy is set to leave, but stops when she realizes that they will kill Kay when they realize that Kay didn’t kill Roxy, but instead set her free. She says so aloud to Kay.

Kay replies, “I know. It doesn’t matter anymore. I’d rather be with my family, anyway. Like you said, I accept my fate. Go. Now. Before it’s too late.”

Roxy hesitates before deciding. She asks Kay to come with her. That she truly doesn’t belong here. That she’s just lost and afraid. But that she doesn’t have to be alone.

Kay is taken aback at the offer and tells Roxy that Kay blew up Roxys headquarters and tried to kill them all and kidnapped her and was about to shoot her in the head. “I’m not the kind of person that you want to have around and I don’t think your friends will be to excited to see me again.”

Roxy says that it wasn’t really Kay, that it was TGC, that took advantage of her grief and skill. Kay is not a bad person. She’s just trying to deal with a bad set of circumstances, with bad company. Come with me. Instead.

Kay asks her how does she know that Kay is trustworthy. Roxy tosses her back the gun and says, I just do. Kay looks at the gun for a moment. Realizes she had nothing to lose, gives the gun back to Roxy and pulls a second one from behind her back. And tells Roxy “let’s go.”

Perhaps Kay can become a new agent to help fill all those they lost in the explosion. And Agent Tequila came to Kingsman to help as well AND because he likes Roxy.

So at the end of TGC, we have Harry, Eggsy, Roxy, and Merlin (he survived the blast. Excuse I wanted him to. RIP Agent Whiskey) and new agents Kay and Tequila. We have all of these characters for the 3rd instalment. How amazing would that be?

OK, NOW IM DONE. IF I WAS RICH I WOULD FUND THIS MOVIE JUST SO I COULD SEE IT. I’D PAY THEM (COLIN FIRTH) WHATEVER THEY WANTED SO THEY WOULD COME BACK (AND LOOK REALLY HOT AND SEXY IN A SUIT.)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE FOR THE NEXT/FINAL INSTALMENT OF KINGSMAN?

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Unforgiven - Taron Egerton

Pairing: Taron Egerton x reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: There is something so achingly familiar about Taron Egerton. He captures your attention from the moment you see him at Rada, your new acting school. He is the one bright spot in a place where people are constantly judged, the students and staff are rude, and security cameras watch your every move.

Except Taron wants nothing to do with you- he goes out of his way to make that very clear. But you can't ignore nor shake the feeling that you know him. You were being drawn to like a moth to a flame. You need to find out what Taron is so desperate to hide, even if it shatters you...

Read previous chapters on Wattpad @ kayegerton

Disclaimer: I do not know what college is like.. Yet. But I did some intense googling. This story is for entertainment purposes only, it is considered an AU. With that being said, hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter Ten - Crashing Down

As you stand up from your spot on the stage you nearly fall forwards as Azalea wraps her arms around your shoulders laughing.

"I have a bone to pick with you dear." she says and you turn your head to look at her.

"That's never good." you say nervously and she smiles pulling away walking around you so she is standing face to face with you.

"Where did you and TE run off to last week?" Azalea questions raising a single eyebrow crossing her arms over her chest waiting for you to explain. You swallow hard.

"How do you know-"

"Everyone knows, Charlotte blabbed it to everyone but please be a dear and tell me he didn't give you that lame 'I have been in accident' bit."

ouch. You definitely need to talk to her and find out what exactly she knew about Taron but he had already wedged himself between you and Azalea cutting her a glare that he had sent you when during detention. She lifts her hands up in the air before walking down the steps of the stage glancing at you two one last time shaking her head then disappearing around the corner leaving you and Taron alone. You raised your gaze to meet his well rested hazel eyes that were now staring at you with a softness you had not seen before.

"Sorry if I interrupted something, Azalea can be quite chatty sometimes." you stare at him not knowing how to respond, you both have done a rather good job avoiding each other since your time at the pond but this was so unlike him? approaching you out of no where actually being nice? He never came up to you to talk? there had to be a reason behind this. "I wanted to say I'm sorry for leaving so suddenly last week at the pond." there it is. You didn't know whether to accept the apology or snap at him like he has done to you each time you approach him but he didn't give you time to respond. "I take it you made it back to dry land okay?" you had to fight the urge to roll your eyes giving him a tight smile. "What did you think of the review session?" he seemed withdrawn, stiff, like they had never spoken before.

"It was fine." you answer truthfully, you had always loved Jane Austin so the review session before rehearsals to you was fun.

"Good." Taron said seeming pleased with your answer.

"Did you like it?"

"No." he said cryptically and you now wished you had lied to sound more uninterested than you actually were.

"So you hated it?" you said wanting to say something, anything that will keep him there in front of you, talking.

"Maybe 'hate' isn't the right word." after a long pause of staring at you he said "I did things like this in the past with someone in high school before I came here, guess I can't help but feel some sort of connection with this story." it took a moment for you to register his words as your mind wonders back to the record room where they secretly read Taron's file.

"I didn't know you did acting in the past." you said before immediately regretting it.

"Why would you?" he scoffs and you laugh nervously looking away.

"I don't know. So you did?"

"The question is why you presume to know anything about my past or me at all?" he snaps and you saw stalker warning flash in Tarons alarmed eyes.

"I don't." you mumble looking up at him through your lashes. A tension building between the two of you.

"Taron," Roland came up from behind him laying his hand on Taron's white t-shirt clad shoulder. "You want to stick around to have another year long lecture over romance or are we going to head out."

"Yeah," Taron said softly giving you a final sideways glance. "Let's get out of here."

"What are you waiting for?" Emily asked the second Taron had left the stage with Roland. "Let's go." tugging on your hand that you hand dropped to your sides seconds before they arrived over to you.

"Go where?" you ask, trying to shake the conversation you just had with Taron after not talking to him for an entire week and from the view of him leaving Bliss with Roland. Emily tapped the side of your head.

"Hello? We are going out tonight! Like I said in my note ..." She trails off once she sees your blank expression. She clenches her jaw. "I gave them to Zane to pass to cam to pass to you."

"Pony express." Cam wedges himself in between you and Emily presenting you with two folded up notes held between his index and middle finger. What is with these men cutting off your conversations.

"Give me a break Cam, did your horse die of exhaustion?" Emily huffed snatching the notes out of his hands and he turns around giving her a shocked look. "I gave you these like an hour ago, what the hell took so long?"

"If you remember sweetheart Y/n did get in trouble for passing notes with Azalea." he turned back to you smiling playfully. You smack his arm.

"I was not passing notes with Azalea!"

"Regardless," Cam says taking the notes back from Emily and finally handing them to you. "I was only looking after your best interest. Waiting for the right opportunity."

"Thank you Cam." you smile tucking the notes into your pocket and gave Emily a smirk.

"You busy tonight?" he asks lowering his voice before he whispers "I can take you out?" you open your mouth to answer but before you can Olivia appears.

"Cam darling," she says tapping his shoulder to get his attention, and he turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow. "I need help with the car." she smiles, you looked around and realized Cam, Olivia, Emily, Zane and you were the only ones left in Bliss. "Going out tonight," Olivia says pressing her chin to Cams shoulder as she addressed both you and Emily. "You lot are comin' right?"

You swallowed hard as he offered his elbow looking at you ignoring Emily and Olivia. "How about it darling?" he asked sounding so charmingly classic.

"Sorry," Emily cuts in looping her arm with yours sending Cam a glare as she steers you away from the both of them. "But we have other plans." Cam looked at Emily like he was trying to figure out where she had just came from. He had a way of making you feel better after Taron had just made you feel like you were nothing to them all. Olivia was still hovering beside Cam and Emily's tug was growing stronger so you finally raised your hand in the air and waved both of them a goodbye before Zane rushes up to you and Emily and grabbing her hand.

"Maybe next time! Thanks for the offer though!" you smile before the three of you exit Bliss leaving Cam and Olivia confused in the theater behind you. You three quickly ran across the school grounds to get inside area with light since it was dark outside already. Outside it was windy, some of the fall colored leafs falling off their branches and onto the ground from the wind.

"Maybe next time," Emily mimics your voice finally letting go of your arm as her and Zane continue to walk hand in hand. They were definitely dating. "What was that about?"

"Nothing...I don't know." you shook your head rushing to the glass doors wanting to change the subject. "You make me sound incredibly posh Emily." you laugh opening the door letting Zane and Em go in first before you follow closing the door behind you. "I thought you had fun at the party last week?"

"I did but if you read my notes that were supposed to be given to you, student dorm parties is nothing compared to where we are going tonight." you furrow your brow stuffing unzipping the pockets on you leather jacket before shoving your hands in the pocket grabbing the notes. You unfolded them and saw the name 'The Roxy' written neatly on the note.

"The Roxy?" you ask confused as to what it means, the name sounded familiar.

"That my dear is where we are going tonight," you raise an eyebrow at her feeling the excitement build in your chest. It had been what felt like years since you last when out with friends. "It's been a long week and and an even longer one is ahead of us. So let's let off some steam."

No one seemed to care when you three left the building, not even the teachers. Florence was in the main office watching you three leave before she glanced back down at whatever was on her desk. It was the first time since you had come to Rada that you felt like you had freedom.

"I have something to tell you Y/n," Emily says once you three stop in front of a pristine silver amg Mercedes-Benz that looks like it had been parked in RCP parking for quite a while. Your mouth falls open at the sight of the expensive car.

"Hop in." Zane says with a smirk unlocking the doors. Emily slips into the front seat and you take a seat in the back of the car still in shock that this nice of a car belongs to someone so young. You watched as Zane took Emily's hand in his as the car pulling out of RCP parking and you felt the strangest feeling but Emily's loud throat clearing pulled you from your thoughts.

"I need to talk with you," she says turning in her seat to face you. You raise an eyebrow, "Cam fancies you" you laugh. An actual laugh as you shake your head looking out the window watching the houses pass in your view. "Had I known he fancied you, I would have never given him the note that said where we are going."

"He does not fancy me Emily," you started to say fingering the thin necklace around your neck. You hadn't told Emily about your picnic with Cam because well you don't exactly understand why. It had something to do with Taron and how you still couldn't figure out where you stood or where you wanted to stand with both of them to be exact.

"Ha!" Emily snorted turning back around in her seat properly as you near The Roxy club. "Which means you like him. Cheating on Taron I see, I can't keep up with you and your men."

"As if anything has happened between either of them anyways," you sigh laying your head against the seat. "Do you think Cam read the notes?"

"If he did and we find him here tonight," Emily said "Then he's really into you and you should definitely give him a chance and try to forget about Taron."

You three stepped into the club and the heavy glass door thudded behind you. The sound echoed through the staircase grabbing the attention from the people from outside. You stand at the top of the steps watching as Zane and Emily quickly make their way down the steps of the club rounding the corner to enter the club. You take a deep breath fixing your hair before slowly making your way down the steps the music becoming louder and louder the closer you got to officially entering the Roxy before a voice echoed behind you.

"Fancy seeing you here!" Olivia says rushing down the steps you look at her in shock. Why was she here? "Come on silly, lets go party!" she giggles grabbing your hand dragging you behind her as you both officially enter the club. People crowding the bar and dance floor as the place booms with music, the purple and pink neon lights illuminating the packed room with college kids.

"Wow.." you murmur taking in your chaotic surrounding as more people poured in from the exit. You were now wishing you wore something more appropriate for the occasion.

"I will go get us drinks." Olivia says letting go of your hand disappearing into the sea of people. You stand on the tip of your toes after a moment looking around for Emily and Zane but find them nowhere in sight. The giggles from a lip locked couple floated over to you grabbing your attention, you watch as they leave looking happy as ever and you can't help but feel jealous of what they have. "I got you a Manhattan, hope you don't mind?" Olivia says with uncertainty handing you the glass as she takes a sip from her Martini. You raise a single eyebrow hesitantly taking the drink from her hand.

"Thank you," you say slowly raising the glass to your lips before you spot Emily in the clearing coming out of a sticker decorated door. "Where does that lead to?" you question Olivia taking a gulp of your beverage breathing out the fumes of the alcohol so it wasn't as harsh to get down.

"That door?" she questions back at you already finishing her Martini. You nod quickly getting the rest of your drink down placing it on the nearest table. "That's the exit but it looks like it leads to another area in the bar. Lets go take shots before we head to the dance floor

"Shots?" you say realizing how idiotic you probably sounded, she smirks.

"Well of course! This is a club, you gotta loosen up darling." She says putting her hair up popping a few buttons on her blouse guiding you to the bar raising four fingers in the air to the man behind the counter. "Take off the jacket your halter neck tank top is more fitting for a place like this." she orders turning you away to face the wall while her hands work quickly to put your hair into a bun. You pull down a few locks of hair turning around getting rid of your jacket holding it in your hands as the four shots are placed in front of you and Olivia. You take both of them quickly swallowing as the beverage burns your throat in the best way. "Alright I'm gonna dance, you want to join?"

"In a bit yeah?" you say coughing and she laughs nodding making her way to the dance floor. You sigh looking up meeting the eyes of the bartender. He sends you a warm smile before serving to the rest of the people around him, as time passed you sat and watched Emily, Zane, and Olivia take shots while dancing as you drank about three espresso martinis it was after your third you realized you needed to head back to the school since you had to wake up early for. You hope off the bar stool nearly collapsing onto the man in a leather jacket beside you. "I'm so sor-"

"Your alright, I would highly recommend you drink a water next time you plan on sobering up instead of those bloody espresso martinis." he laughs he talked with such elegance it made you jealous.

"Oh." is all you say looking away from him a blush spreading across your cheeks. He had to be late twenties, early thirties. But that still didn't mean you couldn't blush over a very handsome man when you see one.

"Maxim." he said holding out his hand for you to shake. You take his hand hesitantly and shake it.

"Y/n." you say and he smiles shaking your hand before letting it go.

"Y/n? your the girl from Wales aren't you? what brings you all the way up to London." His smile widens as he takes a drink of his whiskey. You notice Zane watching you closely with the man.

"No, I'm from Scotland and to answer that third question I'm here to study dramatic arts."

"You don't sound very Scottish my dear. I know a welsh accent when I hear one. I'm surprised you don't remember me. But it is expected after such a bad accident, you almost didn't make it. But he did." he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. How... How did he know about your accident.

"I'm sorry I have to go." you say feeling suddenly light headed and sick to your stomach making your way over to Zane. He stands up straight a smile spreading across his face. "Please take me back to the school I don't feel well."

"Of course let me tell Emily-"

"No. Now. I wanna go now." you order your tone firm as he looks at you in shock.

"Come on." he grabs your hand stumbling out of the Roxy club making his way to the car. "Everything okay?"

"Yes." you say in a clipped tone getting in the car once he takes his time to unlock it. He gets in shortly after you never saying a word before driving off back to the school.

"Emily is your friend yeah?" he says finally pulling you from your thoughts on how the hell someone knew about your accident.

"Yes, why?"

"Does she-"

"Zane! Watch out!" was the last thing you said before everything went black.

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okimargarvez · 4 years

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REVERSE - 21

Original title: Reverse.

Prompt: Penelope is the new girl on the BAU team and Luke tries to treat her cold.

Warning: A.U., possible OOC.

Genre: drama, romantic, family, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Derek Morgan, O.C. Sam Cooper’ team, Roxy.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 62 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘👓🔦🐶❗🎲🎈👻🎬🎵.

Song mentioned: Amici per errore, Tiziano Ferro.

Reverse- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

This part is dedicated to @londonrosebooklovingwitch and @inlovewithgarvaz ^^

21 # It's another journey, put it in this way...

It is another hug to upset the balance laboriously reached by Agent Alvez. However, the female protagonist is different. He is drinking a coffee when he recognizes the sound of those steps. Low-heeled shoes. Since she became a mother, this is the best she can afford. How many times has she complained to JJ and the two laughed at it, together. He looks up at her but shakes his head in disbelief. It must be a vision. She is beautiful, dressed entirely in various shades of gray, trousers, naturally; she never loved skirts. The first thing he notices, when he realizes that she is real, is that she has cut her hair. Then she literally jumps on him. -Luke, oh God, Luke, you are okay!- she hugs him so tight that it takes his breath away. He does the same, feeling safe, serene, stretching his nostrils to pick up her scent... that has changed. He strokes her back, then gently detaches her from himself. However, she instantly kidnaps his hand.

-Of course, I'm fine, but what are you doing here?- Chrissie nails her nails into the soft flesh of his palm. -Not that I want to complain...- here, already better, her clear, cerulean eyes seem to warn him. She finally leaves him free. Not that he wanted it, as he said... it's just that it's strange. He struggled to get used to her absence.

-I received a message from Emily telling me that you had been injured and you were very serious.- she says, starting to breathe normally, now that she is sure that he is well. If he hadn't been so fond of risking, of being on the front line, perhaps she would have hesitated a little more. -I called you and you didn't answer.- Luke lifts his cell phone, screen black. She shakes her head. He will never learn to use chargers correctly. -I ran to Quantico, even if there was something that didn’t convince me...- or rather, precisely because there was something unclear. Why pretend she doesn't miss working for BAU?

The brunette lifts her phone and shows him the text message, as well as the sender. She leans against him, naturally. It is certainly not the first time and Rich has learned not to be jealous of it. Because then it seems... no, wrong would be a blasphemy. But it's not strange either, the right adjective. It's different. But it should be there another woman so calmly in his arms. He knows exactly who, but he'll continue to play the role of the dumb, at least for a little while longer. -No, it's better to discuss it with the rest of the team.- this time he's taking her by the hand. -Come on.- they cross the bullpen.

A cry is heard from the balcony, where the offices of the highest members are located. -Christine!- the woman runs down the stairs. Luke smiles, witnessing the repatriation.

-Emily!- another hug. -You really deserved to become the boss, I've always seen you well in the leadership roles.- the two immediately begin to chuckle, as if it were not true that they haven't seen each other for years. -JJ, my beloved blonde.- the former expert in communications with the press and media joins them.

-Chri, how nice to have you here!- comments the latter, with shining eyes.

She is much more cold; she always has been. So deeply similar to him, so deeply opposed to... -Same.- she then turns to the other man. -Rossi...- who shakes his head, dragging her into his arms.

-My little mouse who is too busy to write to me...- it is an affectionate rebuke.

She smiles and shrugs. -I'm sorry, I’m guilty.- she declares. One person is still missing, except for Spencer who cannot be present, even if he is finally out of prison. A nice relief. - Tara, how's your brother?- she asks.

She knew what happened in these months even though she wasn't here, mentally notes Luke. -Better, thank you and your Lise?- the pride of a mother paints her face.

-Oh, it's a little monster, she makes us despair, Rich and I don't sleep for more than two hours in a row...- only one can really understand her. It is she who comments.

-But it's still worth it, isn't it?- only then the man realizes that Garcia, Penelope, deliberately remained on the sidelines, probably feeling excluded from that parenthesis of joy. He can't help feeling a wave of sadness, but he doesn't do anything to change things. Stephanie is distant too, but she seems less affected by the whole thing.

-Every day.- she answers, becoming serious. Then she shows the same message to others.

Prentiss forces herself to take matters into her own hands. -Unfortunately, Christine is not here for a pleasure visit.- she says and everyone goes to the round table room (as Reid's mother had called it the first time she entered, after all she was an English literature teacher). Penelope comes in last.

Christine sighs, preparing to explain. -I received a message from Prentiss that made me believe that Alvez was injured during a mission.- she senses everyone's eyes on himself. She was no longer used to it, but it's a good feeling. -Someone must have hacked her cell phone and since I made it 99% secure, as much as mine... It must be a genius in my field.- she concludes.

-Seems like the typical skill of Scratch.- Walker reflects aloud.

Luke nods. -Unfortunately, Chri was unable to trace the address from which the hacking was carried out.- the blonde with glasses tries not to focus on the amber hand that is affectionately stroking his best friend's arm.

She sighs, seeing that nobody takes the floor. -I could try to give you help... Together we will surely make it.- she smiles, but looks only at the woman.

-Penelope Garcia, right?- she approaches her, to shake her hand. - It's like meeting my favorite Rockstar.- here she managed to make her blush. She hears giggles, one is Luke's. -It's nice to meet you, although I would have preferred a different circumstance...- she nods. They are so different that it’s impressive. Agent Alvez seems to be living in a parallel reality. His best friend and his... his nothing.

-Same.- she gives her an open smile. And then, she says it. -I've heard a lot about you.- with that cheeky tone. Chrissie glances over her shoulder.

She purses her lips in an amused grimace. -I bet I can guess the source.- Garcia laughs at her joke. He knew they would like each other. It was so obvious.

But it still bothers him that they joke in common on him. It is too strange. -Could we go back to Scratch?- he asks, sounding a little too desperate.

Emily gives him a hand, for other reasons. -Well, now we'll leave Christine and Garcia to work at the address.- the two nod in sync. Then she spreads her arms. -We can't do anything else.- all of them go out, except the nominated ones.

Christine touches her shoulder. -Can I be excused, Penelope?- the blonde nods. She closes her eyes once, driving away the tears. She knows perfectly well where (by whom) she is going.

She finds him exactly where she had imagined. On the balcony, watching the weather become progressively wintery. Luke turns to look at her. -Hey, honey, shouldn't you take care of the source?- his tone is sweet. She nods.

-Yes, but I must also tell you something else and I am sure Penelope will be well for five minutes.- as she could do it all alone, but she doesn’t add it.

He takes a moment. -She's not as good as you are.- he says stubbornly. Chrissie shakes her head in open disagreement.

She points a finger at him, accusingly. -Here, you see, that was what I wanted to say.- he swallows. -Em' and JJ told me.- here's the real source, thinks a crazy part of his brain, trying to escape from the moment of truth. -Don't you think you could be a little nicer to her?- there is no self-control when he is with her. He opens his mouth wide like a teenager caught smoking marijuana by his parents. -Come on, did you see her well? She is a ray of sunshine, the most sensitive and affectionate person in the Bureau, if not the entire universe.- he rolls his eyes, annoyed by the fact that she is so much right, yet this is not enough for him.

He sighs, before making his admission. -Yes, but... She's not you.- she nods.

-One more reason to do it.- she pushes him amicably. -Luke, you know I miss you very much too, but I saw how you look at her, you know? And how she looks at you.- and it's not even her specialization, analyzing people's behavior. -I don't need to be a profiler.- she reads his mind.

This doesn’t mean that he will give up without a fight. -You won't want to insinuate... No!- he shouts, frightening a sparrow resting on the ledge. -I can hardly stand her, she with all those trinkets on her wrists, on her hands, that golden hair and her inappropriate and out of place jokes...- Christine shakes her head, giving him a (weak) punch on the chest.

-Alvez, you really are a fool about women.- it wasn’t the first time she told him. -Do as you like, now I have to go back to the office.- she starts and then stops, turning to look at him. -But you know that you're throwing a wonderful opportunity in the toilet... And all because she took my place.- she loves her refined way of expressing herself. As Orpheus should have done to bring his beloved Eurydice back to the world of the living, she doesn’t look back. As soon as she enters the round room, Garcia gestures for her to join her.

She indicates the screen. -Hey, maybe I found a way around that block.- she says shyly. She is quite convinced that much of the blame lies with that idiot of her best friend. But if he thinks she will sit idly...

-Penelope, you are a true genius.- she gives her a quick hug.

-Thanks, I...- she hesitates. -I'm going to tell the others.- Christine gives her the approval. It is up to her now. Just two minutes and everyone is there again, even the jerk.

-Now we can catch him.- Emily announces. -Wheels up in 5.- the strength of habit prevails, even when it is not necessary to use the jet, as in this case. He goes out, followed by the rest of the team. Even Chrissie is preparing to imitate them.

A hand around her wrist stops her. -Hey, where are you going?- she smiles.

-Lise and Richard are waiting for me.- she observes him nodding. -I just wanna say hello to Reid, I'm so mad that he didn't tell me anything about what he went through, even if I understand it, in a way.- they hug. She places her head on his chest. Facilitated by her tallness and by not wearing high shoes. -Try not to get yourself killed, okay?- she whispers.

And Luke replies with the same sentence as always. -I'll do.- she comes off first.

-Luke, you have three minutes.- she winks at him, pointing to the watch on his wrist, before disappearing into an elevator. He sighs, shakes his head, still feeling her perfume... but it's the wrong one. As he walks with the intention of preparing himself, he is caught by a sort of vision, which however in his head he renames as a presentiment. He sees himself dead, a corpse on the asphalt, thrown away by a terrible accident, but he is much higher, he is pure spirit and is tormented by a single regret. Die without ever knowing. His feet quickly change direction, while the awareness of not having enough time grows. He reaches the security door and opens it wide. Penelope is there, curled up on herself in an almost fetal position, her face covered with her hands and her hair's a little messy. For the first time, he doesn't give a damn about how she is dressed and her accessories. He no longer needs that spiel to stay. He observes her body shaken by sobs, hearing her groans of pain.

He clears his throat. -Garcia. What... Why are you crying?- she lifts her head, not masking the tracks. Big tears run across her cheeks. He stretches out his hand with the intention of drying them, but remains so, without completing the gesture.

However, she doesn't mind. -I'm... I'm just afraid.- she squeezes her hands until she cut herself with her fingernails and make blood come out. He doesn't seem to notice this either. A red spot adds to the colors of her dress. -I wish I hadn't found that damned address.- she confess. She certainly never held back as much as he did, but this, of course, is her moment of total openness. -I'm afraid something bad might happen to you all.- she adds, while the lower lip begins to tremble. Luke takes another step in her direction.

-You know it can happen every time we get out of here.- he points out, but his tone is low, calm, not to blame or as if to tell her to open her eyes and notice where they are. He is definitely late. If they don't wait for him, it must have been the fault of fate.

Penelope echoes him. He can no longer think of her as Garcia. Not only. -I know.- she hugs herself, but it is his arms that should comfort her. -Fears are not rational.- he nods. She stands up, taking off her glasses and wiping her face with a tissue. -What are you doing here? Aren't you going to leave?- she asks. She is trying to get rid of him. A step. Another. Another one. One more.

-Yeah.- he's practically on her. -I just needed to do one thing first.- he sees with the eyes of his mind Chrissie and his abuela cheering. -You never know.- he slowly approaches his face, lowering himself. She is hardly breathing, probably considers it more likely he is about to slap her, rather than what is about to happen. She finds partial confirmation when she sees him raise his hands, which however rest on her face, still wet and red. He scrutinizes her reaction for a moment, then nods to himself, bends over what little separates their lips and kisses her. He doesn't give her many seconds to kiss him back. Maybe he still has time to reach out to others. -I will come back and we’ll talk about it.- it sounds like a promise. It will be better for you, thinks Penelope, wearing headphones and preparing to play her part in this mission.

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fullmetalscullyy · 4 years

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the way it was - chapter 23

summary: what if riza never went to war? riza hawkeye has just married the man she loves. six months into their marriage, an unexpected surprise stops her from following roy to the military. a canon divergence au that explores what might have happened had riza been unable to join the military. there will be plenty of family fluff, angst, and royai.

rated: m | warnings: no archive warning apply

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1914

so many miles between us now

but you are always here with me

Riza took Mia to Chris’ once more, on the day Roy was going after the people with the Ouroboros tattoo. Her heart felt like it was constantly in her throat throughout the day, and there was a lead weight nestled uncomfortably in her stomach with her worry for what “going after” these people would entail, but she knew Roy and his team would be able to handle it.

“We’re going to Grandma’s again?” Mia asked as they walked to Chris’ after school.

“We are. Remember, Dad is working late tonight, so I thought it would be fun for the two of us to go and visit.”

“Oh, yay! I do like Grandma’s cooking. What are we having for dinner?”

“Steak pie.”

Mia gasped excitedly. “With mashed potatoes?”

When Riza confirmed it, Mia skipped happily alongside Riza, their joined hands swinging high in the air between them.

Rebecca was meeting them there too. It had been a while since they caught up with one another, so she would come after work and sneak in the back. She and Chris got on extremely well. It was fascinating to watch and made Riza wonder if Rebecca would ever venture into the same business as Chris Mustang. It certainly seemed like it would be a possibility, but Rebecca was also content in the military.

As the evening wore on and there was no news from the team, Riza became more antsy. She knew they would be fine, but it didn’t settle her nerves. At least she didn’t have to worry completely about Roy. He was holed up in one of Fuery’s safehouses, directing the plan of attack. However, her worry for her friends still unsettled her, and it turned out her worry was warranted.

They were all having dinner with Chris when the phone rang in the background. Vanessa entered the dining area.

“What?” Chris’ question was sharp as she stood from her chair.

Riza’s fork was halfway to her lips when Venessa entered, but was now poised in mid-air, frozen. Her thoughts were no longer on the piece of food though because Vanessa’s gaze wasn’t directed at Chris. She was completely focussed on Riza. Her expression looked slightly pained. Her perfectly painted lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes worried.

“It’s Falman on the phone,” she whispered. “He - He wants to speak to you, Riza,” she added, clearing her throat to make her voice stronger. “It’s about Roy.”

“What happened?” Rebecca asked from Riza’s side. She too had risen from her chair. However, where Chris had stopped in her tracks, Rebecca pressed forward to get the information she needed. Always the practical and efficient soldier.

But… He’d been in the safehouse. No one knew its location, so he was going to be safe… Riza’s mind was stopped in its tracks as images assaulted her mind. Roy, lying on the floor, bloody, while an unknown threat stood over him. Roy, buried in the ground like Maes…

Riza stood and passed by Chris and Rebecca, ignoring what they were talking about. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the phone to her ear.

“This is Riza.” Her greeting felt like it needed to be forced out of her throat. She held her breath, waiting to see what news Falman would give her.

“Riza,” Falman answered. He sounded regretful. It caused her to grip the phone tighter. “It’s Warrant Officer Falman here. We’re at the hospital with Colonel Mustang and Lieutenant Havoc. There’s been an incident, and the two have sustained some injuries.”

“Is he all right?”

“The Colonel is stable,” Falman answered. “The doctor is in the room just now with him. We’re outside while we wait, and this has also been the first opportunity to call. Once the doctor comes out, we’ll have a better idea of how he is then. Lieutenant Havoc is in a similar position.”

Riza nodded. Fear gripped her heart and the weight in her stomach that had made itself comfortable was now churning inside, making her feel slightly ill.

“Okay.” Her voice caught in her throat. “I’ll be there soon. What room?”

He gave her the details she needed then bid her a quick farewell.

“Roy and Havoc have been hurt in an incident,” Riza announced quietly to the room. Rebecca froze, simply staring at Riza, while Vanessa gasped. Chris took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Falman doesn’t know yet how they’re doing, but he said they were stable.”

“I’ll watch Mia tonight,” Chris told her, glancing to her right where Mia was playing with her Aunt Roxy in the family area, through a door ahead of them. Mia laughed happily, lifting the toy car into the air, completely oblivious to the mood of the room not ten feet away from her. “You look after yourself and him, all right?”

“Right,” Riza nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She grabbed her jacket off the back of her chair.

“Keep us updated,” Chris added.

Riza’s stomach was tying itself in knots at the unknown. She didn’t know what to expect. Surely, though, if it had been fatal, Falman would have either come in person, or told her immediately over the phone… Right?

He has to be okay.

“Come on,” Rebecca urged, shrugging on her military jacket. “I’ll drive you there.”

“Thank you,” Riza replied, grateful for her friend.

The drive was tense, both clearly worried about what would face them when they arrived at the hospital. Riza’s stomach was roiling still, not giving her any reprieve. The lovely dinner Chris had prepared was threatening to make an appearance again. Quietly, she hoped and prayed that he’d be all right. Tipping her head back against the headrest, Riza closed her eyes and tried to calm herself.

“Thank you for driving me,” Riza murmured, breaking the silence that had been suffocating her. “I know you were expecting a stress-free night –”

“Of course, Riza,” Rebecca interrupted, eyes never straying from the road. “I wasn’t going to make you walk.”

“I know, but still, I appreciate it.” Riza stole a quick glance at Rebecca, noticing how tightly she was gripping the steering wheel. Her eyes were hard, brows furrowed into a frown. At first, Riza had thought it was in concentration, but she bit her lip. There was a hint of concern in there too…

“Roy and Havoc have been hurt in an incident.”

Havoc… She remembered seeing him and Rebecca sneaking out at the military ball a few years ago. Riza hoped for both their sakes, their men were all right.

* * *

Riza walked as quickly as she could up the corridor of the hospital. It felt like she couldn’t move fast enough, like it took them both forever to walk the length of the ward. Riza’s eyes scanned every board in every doorway, looking for her husband’s name, but never found it.

“Can I help you?” a nurse asked kindly.

“I’m looking for my husband,” Riza quickly answered. “Colonel Roy Mustang.”

The petite woman cocked her head for a second in thought, then nodded, ushering the two women forward. “He’s further along. Follow me, I’ll take you there.”

“What happened to him?” Riza asked.

The nurse turned and looked at Riza over her shoulder, her face full of sympathy. It did nothing to alleviate her worry or the dread settling over her. “I’m afraid I don’t know all the details,” she replied. “However, I just saw the doctor leave, so you’ll be able to get more information from her once she’s written up a report of their condition. The Colonel’s men are there too. They haven’t left his side since he was admitted,” she added, giving Riza a comforting smile. “He’s been in good hands.”

“We were told there was a Jean Havoc admitted too,” Rebecca cut in. “Any news on him?”

“Afraid not,” the woman replied, shaking her head. “But they’re in the same room. Once I drop you off, I’ll go and find the doctor so you can get a proper answer,” she offered with a reassuring smile.

Riza watched as her friend’s face fell slightly, the concern replacing the hope in her eyes. Riza grasped Rebecca’s hand tightly and gave it a squeeze.

The relationship between Havoc and Rebecca was a mystery to Riza. They’d slept together the night of the ball, when Riza had met the team, but whenever pressed about it, Rebecca would shrug and tell her they were “keeping it casual”. After a few weeks, there was no more mention of their relationship, so Riza dropped it. They still seemed close though, every time they were in the same space… Perhaps there was more going on than Riza thought, but for whatever reason, they were keeping it to themselves. Not that it was any of Riza’s business. Rebecca was clearly worried, though, which led Riza to believe there was more going on than she thought. She gave Rebecca’s hand another squeeze for comfort, which she returned this time.

Entering the hospital room, Riza stopped in her tracks. Roy was unconscious in the bed. His skin looked pale but covered in sweat. His face looked slightly pained, even in sleep. The nurse had explained they were both sleeping still, but they could get a quick look inside and see them. Havoc was in the bed next to him, his face much more relaxed. He looked almost peaceful. His face was turned towards the door with the blonde mop atop his head falling over his eyes.

“Riza,” Falman greeted. He’d been leaning against the wall opposite the door, next to Havoc’s bed, with one foot propped against the white paint. When he saw Riza, that foot dropped, and he stood straight. He wasn’t in his uniform. He wore grey trousers and a green pullover.

Fuery was also in the room, sitting next to Roy’s bed, but also not in his military garb. He was dressed in black trousers and a plain white t-shirt. He stood when they entered, his eyes sympathetic. “Here, takes a seat,” he offered, but Riza ignored him. Not on purpose. She didn’t even hear his kind offer. Riza only had eyes for her husband.

“What happened?” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Out the corner of her eye, she noticed the two men shift in place, sharing a look with each other. “Please don’t keep things from me,” she added, her voice gaining strength. She looked at both in turn, her eyes daring them to do it.

“He was stabbed,” Fuery explained after taking a deep breath, but his voice was still quiet.

Riza froze, but before she did, she noticed they were watching her carefully, gauging her reaction.

“It was by the ones who are trying to stop him, isn’t it? The ones you went after tonight?” As she stood there, her body had become slightly numb – Roy had been stabbed – but she needed information and she needed it now. She wouldn’t sit at the side, helpless anymore.

Her eyes returned to Roy, scanning his body for anything that looked out of the ordinary. There was nothing obvious she could see, except his clammy skin. Her fingers looped into his, gripping them tightly. Even his palm was sweating, but his touch was cool.

“It was, yes,” Falman replied. His tone was firm and sincere.

Taking a deep breath, she let it out shakily and felt her body tremble. He’s alive. She didn’t know what condition Roy was in, but he was breathing, and right now, that’s what mattered to her the most. One step at a time.

“What about Havoc?” Riza asked, glancing over at the blonde Lieutenant.

“Stabbed too,” Falman replied. “By the same person.”

“Who?” Rebecca hadn’t looked at anyone else but hadn’t moved any closer to his bed. It was almost as if she wanted to but was holding back.

The two men shared a look. Fuery nodded, and Falman answered Rebecca’s question.

“It was a creature called a homunculus,” he explained. “They’re synthetically made humans, powered by a Philosopher’s Stone.”

“Synthetically made?” Rebecca sounded doubtful, and Riza didn’t blame her.

Falman nodded. “The Colonel told us before he passed out that their attacker was called Lust. Alphonse confirmed it. We met Gluttony earlier on in the night,” he added, nodding towards Fuery. “There are seven deadly sins, so we’re assuming there’s seven homunculi.”

“The Colonel and I dealt with Gluttony earlier,” Fuery piped up. After he spoke, Riza noticed for the first time how off he sounded. His voice sounded hoarse.

“Are you all right, Fuery?”

“Fine, Ma’am,” he replied. Despite her reassurances, he still insisted on being so formal with her. “Gluttony got me for a second, but the Colonel saved my life,” he stated, glancing towards Roy. Riza did the same. “I was being strangled and the Colonel saved me.” He looked up at Riza, his eyes earnest. “I’ll be forever grateful to him for it.”

He’d left the safehouse early that evening...

“Yeah,” a new, raspy voice chipped in. “The bastard is crazy for pulling that stunt.” All heads whipped around to face Jean Havoc as he groaned in pain, lifting a hand to his head. “Fuck, it hurts.”

“Lieutenant Havoc!” Fuery cried out in relief, his voice cracking. He stood from his chair, expression happy and with a grin.

“You’re all right,” Falman smiled.

“Of course, I am,” Havoc grumbled. “No bitch with freaky nails is going to take me out so easily,” he grumped, trying to shift in place, but he couldn’t go far. Falman approached quickly and helped him. Out of the corner of her eye, Riza noticed Rebecca step forward, then hesitate.

“Welcome back, Sir,” Fuery grinned.

Riza was relieved. That was one patient awake and accounted for. Now, they just needed Roy to wake up.

Havoc opened his eyes blearily and properly looked around the room, tensing when he noticed both Riza and Rebecca were there too. However, his attention was on the latter.

“Rebecca.” Havoc sounded like he couldn’t believe she was there. His eyes widened slightly, his tone taking on a wondrous quality.

“Good to see you awake, Havoc,” Rebecca replied. Her tone was firm, but there was relief in there too. Riza scrutinised her friend closely. It certainly looked like she wanted to say more but held herself back. Again.

“Thank you,” Havoc replied, a soft smile on his face.

There was definitely more than meets the eye there.

A knock on the door interrupted any further conversation. A head poked through the door. “My name is Doctor Jones,” the woman introduced. “Is now a good time to talk?”

Riza nodded. “Please,” she almost pleaded.

The others in the room had eased her worries for a brief moment, however now that the doctor was here and she could get some answers on Roy’s condition, the uncomfortable knot in her stomach returned. It twisted painfully as she became anxious.

“Good to see you’re awake, Lieutenant Havoc. I will go over the extent of your injuries with you now, if you’d like?”

“Uh, later,” he replied. “Yeah, do it alter,” he muttered. He lifted another hand to his head and rubbed one of his temples.

“All right,” the doctor nodded. She flipped the page over on her chart and turned to the expectant faces. “Colonel Mustang will make a full recovery.” That was all Riza needed to hear. The grip on her husband’s hand tightened subconsciously and Riza felt her knees shake. She straightened them, forcing herself to remain upright in her relief. “He lost a lot of blood, so that’s why he hasn’t woken up yet. His body is still healing from the wound he sustained, but we anticipate he will wake tomorrow morning, at the latest.”

“What wound?”

The Doctor paused and met Riza’s eyes. “Are you his wife?”

“I am,” she confirmed with a nod.

“A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mustang. If you would walk with me outside, I can give you the full report?”

“Whatever you have to say can be said in front of the people here,” she explained to the doctor. Roy’s men were just as important to him, and if they knew the full extent of his injuries, they’d be able to help him in the field once he recovered. “I don’t mind.”

The doctor paused, looking around the room at their faces, then nodded. “Of course, Ma’am. The burn wound on the skin will heal nicely.” Burn wound? “One thing to be wary of is infection, so we will monitor it closely and keep him in for longer than we normally would with this kind of injury. There will be a large scar, however, but it shouldn’t affect his physical movements too much with the correct amount of physical therapy. That, of course, will be established once the wound has healed significantly.”

“Okay, thank you.” If possible, even more questions were swirling around Riza’s head. The men had said he’d been stabbed, so where had this burn wound come from?

When she voiced that thought out loud after the doctor left them, they all looked as clueless as her, except from one soldier lying in a bed similar to Roy. His eyes were on his legs and didn’t lift.

“Lieutenant Havoc?” Fuery prompted, noticing his silence and his posture like Riza had.

“He…” Havoc swallowed. “He tried to use the homunculi’s stone to heal me, after I was stabbed. She reformed around it and then stabbed him with her nails. Then, he…”

“What?” Riza asked fearfully. She was glad Fuery had lifted a chair over to her. She still hadn’t let go of Roy’s hand, and refused to do so, but now she was sitting down by his bedside, she knew she wouldn’t fall as her knees shook.

“He cauterised his own wound closed so he could do the same for me, then go and get help.” Riza’s heart thudded in her chest as Havoc’s hands fisted in the bedsheets. “Crazy bastard,” he spat bitterly, but Riza saw in his expression there was a lot of love and respect there for Roy “Should’ve left me and just gotten out, but he didn’t.”

“He’d never leave a man behind, and you know that,” Fuery replied gently.

“But he didn’t need to do this to himself,” Havoc challenged, gesturing towards the man lying unconscious in the bed. “He didn’t need to burn himself just so he could get me help. I didn’t mind him doing it to me. It saved my life,” Havoc continued. “But…” He let out a tsk and turned his head away.

“He did it to help Alphonse, too,” Flaman supplied. “Respectfully, Sir, you know as well as I do that he would rather die than leave you behind. He’d never forgive himself if he did.”

Havoc scoffed again, but from his expression and posture, Havoc knew Falman was right.

After witnessing the exchange, Riza glanced down at her husband. He’d put himself in danger to try and save Havoc. He… Riza felt tears creep up and into her eyes. He was crazy, but Falman was right. Roy would never have forgiven himself if he left Havoc behind. And what had happened to Alphonse? Was he all right? Was Edward?

“Oh, Roy,” she whispered quietly as the rest of the room continued to discuss what had happened, but Riza had heard enough for the moment. She just wanted Roy to come back to her.

He had been reckless, and that terrified her. She could have lost him today. Again.

It’s the nature of his job.

Riza knew that, and understood that, but it didn’t mean she had to like it. She shut her eyes briefly, then opened them, a small smile appearing on her face. She brushed his fringe off his forehead gently, shifting the hair that was almost identical to Mia’s.

He would do anything for those he cared about, and while that comforted Riza, it also scared her to death. Still… He was alive. He was breathing.

He’s going to recover.

She took another deep breath and got comfortable, settling into her chair as she listened to the team discuss things further behind her.

* * *

“Would you like a lift home?” Falman offered Riza before she left for the night.

She shook her head. “Thank you, but Rebecca has already offered to take me home.”

“Not a problem.” He paused for a moment, suddenly unsure about something. “Give me a call when you get home, just so I know you’re safe.” He handed over a piece of paper with his number on it. “The Colonel made us promise to look out for you if he was unable to,” Falman explained further. “Despite that promise, I’d request this of you regardless. I know you’ll be with Lieutenant Catalina but just… if you could let me know. Please.”

“I will. Thank you.” She was touched by his care and concern.

“And let us know if there’s anything you need, okay, Ma’am?” Fuery piped up, appearing from behind Falman. “Just give the office a call any time and we’ll be over as soon as we can.”

Riza appreciated all their concerns. It was nice to know the backup was there if she needed it, but she’d be fine. She just wanted to get home and hug her daughter.

Ideally, she would have stayed in the hospital until Roy woke up, but the nurses said she couldn’t. Had she just been by herself, Riza may have fought it, but the stress of the situation, combined with her pregnancy, had left her feeling exhausted. Sleeping on chairs in the hospital was far from ideal for her and the baby, plus she’d sworn to herself after the fall she’d do everything in her power to protect her baby. Sleeping uncomfortably wasn’t the way to do that.

“Where’s Daddy?” Mia asked, brow furrowing when she noticed Riza had come home by herself. Chris had taken Mia to their house and gotten her settled for bed, but apparently their daughter refused to go to sleep until her mother came home. Her eyes were drooping as she greeted them, but Riza knew she would be fighting like hell to stay awake.

Chris glanced towards Riza, her mouth parting, but hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to tell Mia, and was leaving it up to Riza, which she appreciated. However, she’d never lied to her little girl before about what was happening in her life. Riza didn’t hold back about Maes and she couldn’t lie and pretend her father was okay when he wasn’t.

“How about I take you up to bed, Mia?” Riza offered. “You must be sleepy.”

“I’m not,” she argued, but she rubbed her eye at the same time.

Chuckling, Riza pressed a hand to the top of Mia’s head, ruffling her hair. “Let’s go.”

Mia grumbled, sounding so much like her father, and trudged through to the hall to walk up the stairs.

“Thank you for looking after her.” Riza waited until Mia was out of earshot before speaking, but also kept her voice low.

“Don’t mention it,” Chris waved away. “Is he all right?”

Riza swallowed. “He’s been stabbed.” Speaking it out loud made her tongue feel like lead. “He –” Riza cleared her throat. Retelling what happened made it a lot more frightening. “Havoc has also been stabbed. Roy cauterised the wound so he could help Havoc, and then go and assist Alphonse.”

“Where did this happen?” Chris asked.

Riza shook her head. “I don’t know. No one mentioned it.”

“I’ll do some digging myself,” Chris nodded. “See if I can find out what’s going on.”

“That would be great, thank you.” Relief settled in her bones. Again, it was a large comfort to have that backup behind her.

“Get some rest, Riza.” Chris pulled her in for a quick hug, which Riza returned eagerly. She took solace in the gesture, drawing on Chris’ strength. She would need it until Roy was awake and able to tell her he was okay.

After a quick call to Falman, Riza locked up the house and went to see her daughter.

“Mia?”

Riza entered Mia’s room quietly. There was movement in the bed and Riza closed the door behind her.

“Mummy?” Her voice was so small and quiet. Riza almost ran over to her there and then. Hayate was already by her side, curled between Mia and the wall next to her bed.

“I’m here, Sweetie.”

“Where’s Daddy?”

Riza climbed into Mia’s bed and pulled the sheet over them both. Instantly Mia cuddled into Riza’s side and it was a welcome feeling. Wrapping her arms around her daughter, Riza settled into the bed to get comfortable. She would sleep in there that night, Riza decided. She wouldn’t be able to sleep in their bed without Roy there. Riza would just toss and turn all night but she’d need to be at one hundred percent to deal with tomorrow and to visit Roy again.

Bracing herself for the reaction, Riza gave Mia a squeeze.

“Now, I know you’re going to feel scared and upset when I tell you, but I’m right here for you okay?”

Mia nodded. Her eyes were wide with fear.

“Daddy’s in the hospital.”

Mia’s body jerked up and out of her arms. “Is he hurt?” Despite the blatant fear, her voice was steady and even.

Riza nodded. “He is a bit hurt, but he’s in the hospital so the doctors can make him feel better.”

“Why?” Mia’s voice wavered.

Riza observed her as she spoke, noticing how scared she looked. However, she didn’t cry. There were no tears in her eyes. Riza had mentioned it to Roy before, and he’d proclaimed that was because she was so like her mother. Roy was adamant about that fact, stating their little girl was so brave because she’d spent so much time watching and learning from Riza. But she was still a child. She didn’t need to know someone had tried to kill her father.

“He’s okay right now, I promise,” she soothed Mia, cupping her face in her hands. “He’s doing really well, and he will be all better soon. The doctor told me that herself. Dad has a lot of very good people looking after him.”

“Did you see him? Is that why you disappeared?”

Riza nodded. She should have known Mia would pick up on that, no matter how much Chris tried to reassure her. “I did. He wasn’t awake yet, but the Doctor was very happy with how he’s doing. Daddy is doing a lot of resting right now.”

Mia was silent once Riza finished speaking. Opening her arms, Riza didn’t even get a chance to gesture properly for Mia to hug her. Before she could, Mia launched herself at her mother. Her fingertips dug into Riza’s back, desperate for comfort.

“He’ll be fine,” Riza murmured, running her hands through Mia’s hair. “Dad will be home before you know it.”

“I want him home now.” Mia’s fingers dug in deeper to Riza’s skin, and Riza felt the same sentiment.

“I do too, Bear. It will be a little while. He has to get better first, but he will be soon.”

“I don’t like the hospital,” Mia muttered.

That surprised Riza. “Why not?”

“Because that means people are hurt and I don’t like it when you or Dad are hurt.”

Riza swallowed. “I know,” Riza reasoned. “I don’t either. However, it’s important for him to be there because that’s where people go to get better. Dad’s in the best place right now.”

Mia removed her arms from around Riza and placed them on the mattress. She pushed up, moving to her knees, and looked Riza right in the eye.

“Do you think a cuddle will make him feel better so he can come home quicker?”

Riza chuckled. She couldn’t help it. Her little girl was so sweet. Riza cupped her cheek gently. “It will definitely make him feel better. He might not be able to come home quicker, but it will make him extremely happy.”

“Okay,” Mia sighed. Her body flopped down onto the bed. Mia would take that compromise, so long as her hug made Roy feel better.

“Do you want to go and see him tomorrow after school? Then you can give him his feel-better hug?”

Mia bit her lip, then glanced over to her mother. “Can we?”

“Of course,” Riza reassured her. “But sleep first. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you can go see Dad.”

“Okay.” Mia curled back into Riza’s side. She placed a hand on her daughter’s head, running her hand through her hair one last time before bending to kiss the top of her head.

“Get some sleep, Mia Bear. I love you, and so does Dad.”

“I love you both too, Mummy,” Mia yawned, her voice already clouded with sleep.

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