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americachavez · 3 years

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did cas really tell dean to kneel before their new god? did that actually happen? i thought him beating the shit out of dean in that alley was the most unrestrainedly horny thing this show had ever done ACTUALLY you know what scratch that new question: top horny moments from the cw's supernatural (2005 - 2020)

getting this ask feels like my sins of the last week have been weighed against the Trials I Have Gone Through since the premier of supernatural on the wb in september of 2005 and I’m not sure if it is a punishment or reward

some notes before we begin:

the ep with dean’s male siren was like, conceptually horny but not actually that horny because the dude was uglie. I’m sorry to this man

all you sam girls out there. I respect you but I do not respect jared padalecki who is JUST tall and has zero sex appeal. but those eps where he’s like, drinking ruby’s blood and then eating her pussy are. you know. I’ll give you that

I am ONLY UP TO SEASON 10 so fair warning this is not comprehensive but the horniness does seem to drop off sharply after the mark of cain is no longer in play lol gotta love a good demon murder tattoo plot

this is easily the most insane thing I’ve ever done, including the destiel manifesto

S1 EP12: the scene where dean gets healed by the faith healer, on his knees with a hand in his hair and looking somewhere between religious ecstasy, brain death and an orgasm. starting this list off great

S1 EP22: azazel possessing john winchester. no I will not explain further if u know u know <3

S3 EP10: dean being taunted by a dream version of himself, this is where we first got the daddy’s blunt little instrument line. still burned in my hippocampus a good 13 years later thank yew

S4 EP1: dean crawling out of his own grave covered in grave dirt. hot. the HANDPRINT. HOT. also tangent but this reveal after the s3 finale was WILD back in 2008 I hollered in my dorm room after canvassing for obama. simpler times man

S4 EP 1: cas’ intro scene. the barn. the shadow wings. the hair??? getting stabbed in the chest by the man you just pulled out of hell. getting aaaallll up in that personal space. his little eyebrow. “you don’t think you deserve to be saved.” OUTRAGEOUSLY FLAMING

S4 EP02: “I dragged you out of hell I can throw you back in.” <<< this angel tops. mark dean down as scared and horny etc

S4 EP16: this ENTIRE EPISODE but specifically the part where dean tortures alastair as some kind of foreplay and then alastair kicks his ass. carved you into a new animal. jesus.

S4 EP16: wait I forgot about the part where cas also gets his ass kicked and looks all....hm. dazed and covered in blood while he’s on his knees and about to die. yeah.

S5 EP4: I mean this entire ep is unfairly horny considering everyone is dying of a zombie plague and hasn’t showered in like, 4 years but if I had to pick one hmmm. the dean/dean interrogation scene with the panty kink yeah I know it’s not original but hm. it happened. also misha collins just being able to convey that CAS IS A FLEXIBLE SLUT with a single roll of his shoulders. who SAYS this man can’t act!!!!!

S5 EP18: the ALLEY SCENE. DEAN DOESN’T FIGHT BACK. CAS HOLDS HIM UP OFF THE GROUND AND THEN THROWS HIM ACROSS THE ALLEY. WHY DID EVERYONE THINK CAS COULDN’T TOP. you all had brainworms.

S5 EP18: when cas locks dean in the panic room to stop him from saying yes to michael and “well cas not for nothing but the last person who looked at me like that I got laid” I hate this show. wait I think the blow me cas line is in this episode too what the fuck were they on here

S6 EP5: the scene where dean gets turned into a vampire. between the old dude who I think calls dean a pretty boy (??) and soulless sam....watching??? no ******* but there were just some absolutely foul energies in that scene and I still do not understand WHAT they were thinking

S6 EP20: cas doing a double smite on two demons by slamming them to the ground and then shoving another demon back in its vessel and then smiting him in the same motion. TOP. ENERGY.

S6 EP22: season 6 is possibly cas’ horniest season because he’s like, going through angel puberty after getting his first boner for dean, but the final cas eps are. whoof. cas eats a bunch of souls and proclaims himself to be a new god in order to handle said boner, and then the season ends with cas telling them to bow down and profess their love to him, their new lord, or he will destroy them. note: the way this is framed makes it look like cas is only staring at dean while he says this, even though sam and bobby are also there. the season ends with dramatic zooms on both cas and dean’s faces respectively. this made me actively regret ditching this show after s5 lol

S8 EP??: literally EVERY SINGLE PURGATORY FLASHBACK. cas dean and benny are all purgatory hot in the “pop 10 cranberry pills and risk the UTI” kind of way but also. dean being the hot girl bottom between two tops who hate each other. I really. whew. I need to go take a shower.

S8 EP17: if I get canceled for including the crypt scene on this list I blame you bud. but dean on his knees begging a brainwashed cas to stop killing him WAS sexy. how many times has dean been on his knees in this list wait there’s another one coming up next jsldjfsldkjf

S9 EP2: abaddon getting dean on his knees (YEAH) and pulling his hair and praising him for always coming when called HELLO???? the only thing that ruins this is dean says “I can’t tell if we’re gonna fight or make out” because this is the CW and they won’t let him say fuck

S9 EP6: ah. this entire episode is Emotionally Horny but the horny horny part is when they’re in the car and dean is telling cas to unbutton his shirt and. watches. I know this was on my destiel manifesto but I need it here too

S9 EP9: cas, covered in blood, slitting another angel’s throat and eating his grace after getting tortured. that shot alone made me understand why this website was so goddamn horny for misha collins for nearly a damn decade

S9 EP11: MARK OF CAIN BABEY. cain watching dean beat up a bunch of demons as an audition for taking on the mark, while crowley also is a fucking voyeur to the whole thing. cain is also a hot silver fox with daddy energies. I said what I said

S9 EP 16: dean getting the first blade. he’s chained to a pillar and being menaced by a foppish dandy who wants to add him to his “collection” (WOW). dean then kills him with the blade and whew. murder is sexy sometimes

S9 EP21: dean being pinned against a wall by abaddon’s power, then using the mark of cain to break her hold, calling the first blade to him psychically and then killing her. god the mark of cain is hot

S9 EP23: dean waking up with the demon eyes NUT

S10 EP2: demon dean beating up that dude with the boring backstory and kicking his ass. really was a go on baby I got your flower moment because I hated that dude and I love demon dean

S10 EP3: demon dean being chained up and taunting sam about how his brother is gone, then hunting sam through the bunker. demon dean in general was VERY fun for me, someone who loves trash

S10 EP9: dean going berserk and killing a bunch of pedophile rapists/child abusers. I’m sorry I know this show is trying to preach morality at me about monsters and unnecessary murder and humanity or whatever but we blew past that like 8 SEASONS AGO. also the mark of cain is sexy

S10 EP14: the rest of this list is really gonna be mark of cain stuff isn’t it look I’m here to have fun. cain and dean’s fight. cain continuously tossing his mane of hair back and taunting dean with the picture of what he’s going to become, who he’s going to kill. dean begging cain to tell him that he can stop, and then ultimately killing him. rip daddy.

S11 EP4: again I have not watched this however. every shot of this episode is PRESTIGE TELEVISION because driving a muscle car is sexy. and especially the shot of dean all beat to hell and begging his car to start and giving her a little kiss from his fingers to her dash. ugh. masculinity.

S12 EP10: the bearded salt-and-pepper daddy look returns, only it’s an angel this time and he’s wearing a vest and shirtsleeves and he swordfights with a hot redheaded lady in a suit and an eyepatch. this show is good sometimes!!! and oh fuck lol I just realized this is the same guy who played krissy’s hot hunter dad in s7 probably the first guy who’s hotter as an angel than a hunter. huh.

S12 EP 11: dean riding larry the mechanical bull to “broomstick cowboy.” I have no idea where this factors into the ep but I have seen. the youtube clip

S13 EP23: from what I can tell s13 is way more emotionally horny than boner horny, although dean burning cas’ body was sexy. but the horniest part was dean saying yes to michael and then michael taking over and saying “thanks for the suit.” we are going to ignore the silliest fight scene in existence as well as the final shot ending on a FREEZE FRAME like a goddamn tiktok

S14: not gonna pick a specific moment because I have not watched yet!!! but michael dean is hot. idk why michael is weirdly hot and I cannot stand any iteration of lucifer on this television programme. it should be the reverse but I’m forever an older sibling stan apparently. someone who is catholic could probably explain this better.

S15 EP13: genevieve padalecki and danneel ackles fight flirting as ruby and anael I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY HELD OUT ON THIS TILL THE LAST SEASON

I know I am missing things but this is already an absolutely incomprehensible screed. I know I’m missing shit from the latter seasons but give me time I’m pacing myself

#reply tag #spn tag #literally no one read this lol this is insane #Anonymous

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teamfreewill2pointo · 3 years

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Sam’s Emotional Arc 1/3

I hated the finale immediately, but I’ve spent some time with it and talked to friends who loved it. I can see now what it was about, and I’ve come to appreciate the story they were trying to tell, even if I think it didn’t land right.

I’ve been told that my meta on this has helped other people come to terms with the finale, so I thought I’d compile it in one place from across various discord channels and twitter posts. If you are struggling with the finale, I hope it helps you.

Part of this actually started with a shit post. I was making a joke about Sam being psychic since he was scared of clowns when Dean died by one. I realized that may have been deliberate. I dug into the story more and now I’m convinced it was. Then I came across some excellent meta that fit with the themes I was finding and opened up the series even more for me.

Happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.

Cas said it. Dean accepted it. Sam lived it. First, Sam’s journey.

Clowns pop up in s15 before the barn scene. In 15.01, which was written by Dabb, Sam is injured by a clown. Castiel is able to save Sam and heal his injury. The clown keeps coming after Sam, with Sam having fight scenes with the clown, while others attack the other ghosts. The clown is kicking the shit out of Sam again, and Castiel saves him once more. Sam is unable to fight off the clown on his own both times.

They run until they are able to escape outside a magical barrier. Sam turns to the clown and says, “shut up”.

This is literally Sam running from his fears. On top of that, this isn’t just any clown, but the ghost of John Wayne Gacy, from an episode also written by Dabb.

Dean: A serial killer clown. I mean, this is, like, the best/worst thing that’s ever happened to you, you know, ‘cause you love serial killers, but – but you hate clowns.

Sam gets nervous and struggles with the lighter before he’s able to get rid of the clown, for now.

I believe this is a metaphor for hunting in general: it’s both the best of Sam’s life and also the worst. The clowns symbolize his relationship with Dean.

Plucky Pennywhistle's Magical Menagerie was co-written by Dabb (see the pattern?). Sam’s fear of clowns was known since season 2. In season 7, Dabb explored where this fear came from.

On the surface, Sam’s fear is just because he found them creepy, but the episode explains that they actually come from Sam’s fear of being left behind by Dean.

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This episode comes directly after an episode where Sam worried that Dean would get himself killed

Sam: Look... Dean, the thing is, tonight... It almost got you killed. Now, I don't care how you deal. I really, really don't. But just don't – don't get killed. Dean: I'll do what I can. Sam: Well, what's that supposed to mean? Dean: It means I'll do what I can. All right? You can shut up about it.

Sam is dealing with Hallucifer at this moment, but Hallucifer doesn’t really scare him. Losing Dean does.

Sam has a conversation with an employee about greatest fears.

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Recognize the actress? She came back for s15 in 15.06. I don’t believe this was a coincidence. 15.06 featured Castiel helping a parent find their lost child in a season that features Castiel worried about losing Jack. Through his experience with her, Castiel confronts his fears and doubts and then returns to join in the fight against God. [I’ll touch on Castiel’s journey more in his chapter]

Sam’s greatest fear is losing Dean. There’s a lot in the series about how Sam felt lonely and abandoned for much of his childhood. A whole episode, Just My Imagination, centers around this. Sam hated when Dean went off on hunts without him.

source In The Chitters, Sam tells Dean how his fear of losing his family paralyzed him as child. It’s a story where an older brother dies and the younger brother never recovers from it until he’s able to lay him to rest (sound familiar???)

Sam: You know, whenever you and Dad used to leave me to go hunting, and I-and I wouldn’t hear from y’all for a while, I, um, I was always sure that some vamp or rugaru, or take your pick, I always figured one of them finally got ya. I tried to think what to do, you know, the next step to take. I was just lost. Dean: We came back, though, every time.

You might naturally think, “Wait a minute! Sam left Dean multiple times!” Honestly, this was something I had a huge issue with when watching through the show the first time. I didn’t understand Sam and hated him leaving Dean in s8. I was completely on Dean’s side at first. But, on multiple rewatches and talking to others, I’ve realized that when Sam left Dean, he was running from his fear. In this TV Guide interview, Jared perfectly sums up why Sam left in season 1; he couldn’t stand to see his family die. Dabb wrote Dark Side of the Moon along with a comic that explains why Sam left in detail. While the comic isn’t official canon, it shows Dabb’s thought process. In it, Sam sees his family as running towards a horrible end and can’t handle dealing with that.

Dean: So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it? Sam: No. Not normal. Safe.

There are many more points in the series where we learn about Sam’s fear of Dean dying. This would be 3948573945 pages long if I wrote them all out, so I’m going to focus on the key moments that loop back to this ending, but there’s so much more there.

If you are struggling with this and need more, please let me know and I can do a deeper dive into that subject. We first see Sam’s inability to let Dean go in season 1 when Sam refuses to let Dean die in Faith.

Dean: You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you? Sam: I'm not gonna let you die, period. We're going.

Sam’s whole arc in s3 is him being unable to handle Dean dying. He wants to save Dean, but Dean won’t let himself be saved. This was what Gabriel was trying to teach him in Mystery Spot.

Trickster: This obsession to save Dean? The way you two keep sacrificing yourselves for each other? Nothing good comes out of it. Just blood and pain. Dean's your weakness. And the bad guys know it, too. It's gonna be the death of you, Sam. Sometimes you just gotta let people go.

This is how Ruby gets under Sam’s skin and what gets him to start working with her. Everything Sam did was to save Dean. In s4, Sam’s arc is about him sacrificing himself in order to save Dean. He’s gutted from being unable to save Dean. In 4.12, Sam decides to drink demon blood in order to save Dean

Dean: [says that they will die early] Sam: Maybe we'll be different, Dean. Dean: What kind of Kool-Aid you drinking, man? Sammy, it ends bloody or sad. That's just the life. Sam: What if we could win?Dean: "Win"?Sam: If there was a way we could just...put an end to all of it.

When Sam breaks out of the panic room, he’s suicidal. He’s determined to save Dean with his life as the cost he’s willing to pay. He didn’t think he would survive killing Lilith. He was committing suicide in that moment. The reason why Sam is so willing to sacrifice himself in s5 is because he has low self esteem. He blames himself for everything that goes wrong. In Sam, Interrupted 5.11, also by Dabb, Sam has a breakdown under the weight of his guilt. He hates himself and he feels his rage is out of control. In season 6, we see soulless Sam and, unlike souled Sam, he has no rage. Yes, he’ll kill when necessary, but he’s not angry. It was Sam’s fear driving his rage. He felt out of control of his life and let it lead him down a dark path. In season 7, he sees Dean heading down a dark path and he feels helpless to stop it. He worries about dragging Dean down and tells Dean to let him go. But, at the same time, he’s developing coping techniques. He’s starting to face his fears.

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And then Dean disappears and Sam completely falls apart. Sam didn’t have a healthy relationship with Amelia. They were two broken people clinging to each other. Sam and Dean struggle to reconnect after their time apart. There’s a lot of text addressing the horror of a partner dying and people trying to escape from it.

Mrs Holmes: He could see the end of my days were at hand, and... He had lived centuries all alone, but I don't think he could bear the thought of life without me. That's why he drove off that bridge. You must think I'm a monster.

In Hunteri Heroica written by GUESS WHO!?!? Sam finally acknowledges that he was living in a dream world with Amelia. He was running from his past. We see a flash back with Sam pressing on his scar, which he did to help himself distinguish fantasy from reality.

The episode is about a man refusing to engage in reality and harming those around him. Sam has a big confrontation with him

Sam: Look, it can be nice living in a dream world. It can be great. I know that. And you can hide, and you can pretend... all the crap out there doesn't exist, but you can't do it forever because... eventually, whatever it is you're running from – it'll find you. [CASTIEL appears to be taking Sam’s words to heart.] It'll come along, and it'll punch you in the gut. And then... then you got to wake up, because if you don't, then trying to keep that dream alive will destroy you! It'll destroy everything!

Likewise, when Sam was with Jessica, he wasn’t honest about himself. He was hiding from his family and his past. Running to avoid pain. Sam is avoidant in general. Not just in his relationship with Dean. When he talks with Rowena in 13.12 Various & Sundry Villains about his fears of Lucifer, he admits that he could talk about it with Dean, but he can’t bring himself to.

Sam: I’ve seen it too. What he really looks like behind – behind whatever vessel. It… Yeah, still keeps me up at night. Rowena: How do you deal with it? Sam: I guess I don’t deal with it. Not really. I mean, I pushed it down and, um, the world kept almost ending, so I keep pushing it down, and I don’t know. [stammering] I really don’t talk about it, not even with Dean. I mean, I could. You know, he’d listen, but… That’s not something I really know how to share.

In 15.20, Sam’s past is front and center. Literally. I know a lot of people found the Winchester family portrait odd and upsetting, but it symbolizes something I’ll get to in a bit. Instead of trying to avoid his grief, Sam has moments where he lets it wash over him. He goes and sits in the car. He’s no longer avoidant. He’s no longer running away. He’s letting his grief move through him. He’s literally sitting with it.

Soulless Puppy pointed out that the characters emotional arcs is similar to DBT. Please look through their awesome meta here.

Personally, I see them as similar to the therapy I do called ACT. Both are forms of therapy where instead of fighting against them, you accept painful emotions and allow yourself to feel them. If you don’t do that work, then you can’t stop feeling them and your fears/ghosts will always haunt you. In Swan Song, Chuck tells us that “Dean didn't want Cas to save him. Every part of him, every fiber he's got, wants to die, or find a way to bring Sam back. But he isn't gonna do either. Because he made a promise.” In 15.20, Sam initially didn’t want to let Dean go. He’s been refusing to do this since season 1. When he’s separated from Dean he lives a fake life or destroys himself/the world trying to get Dean back. There’s a moment in 15.20 where Sam looks at Dean’s guns. He wants to commit suicide, but he makes the choice to live. For the time in Sam’s life, he let Dean go and lived with his pain. He no longer ran from it. After Swan Song, Dean was unable to let Sam go. He wanted him back. After Carry On, Sam is able to do what Dean couldn’t do. He lives a life outside of Dean. What’s more, Sam has reconciled himself with his past and his family. It’s clumsy and I wish it were better shown, but having the family portrait and their parents in heaven isn’t meant to excuse the way Sam and Dean were raised. In order to move past the trauma of his relationship with his parents, Sam fully integrates them into his life. In Lebanon, Sam was able to confront and forgive his father. In doing so, he can also forgive himself. Mary asks for forgiveness too, and he grants it to her. He doesn’t forget what happened, but he’s able to move forward and leave the intergenerational cycle of violence. He’s able to raise his son, Dean, the way his brother should have been raised.

Happiness isn’t in the having, it’s in just being. It’s in just saying it.

Cas said it. Dean accepted it. Sam lived it.

I can see why people see Sam’s life after Dean as unhappy. I hated it so much because I saw it as horrible and sad the first time through. I had to sit with myself and my emotions first. I think it’s because we’ve been told by society that we have to get rid of our grief in order to be happy. The finale was showing us that it’s possible to do the opposite. [Personally I think it would’ve been better had they showed more overtly happy memories, but many of my friends saw this straight away] When I began therapy, one of the first things I learned was that there aren’t “negative” emotions. When working with our kids, we call them Big emotions. In DBT/ACT, all emotions are treated as normal and natural. Grief, anger, sadness, etc, these are all normal parts of the human existence. We don’t need to run from them in order to have happiness. We can live with them. As interstitial said in our chats, “you can't change the past, you can only change your relationship to it. To accept that your past contained both love and heartache, to miss it, but also know you can do better; that's actual recovery, as good as it gets.” As Soulless-Puppy explained to me, Sam lived in duality. Dean was dead, but Sam lived. Sam was happy, but he grieved. Dean was with him in the watch and the car and his son, but Dean also waited for him in heaven. I hated the finale the first time I saw it, then next watched it with my boyfriend who loved it. As we were watching together and discussing it, I realized that Dean’s death scene wasn’t just about him, but about the show itself.

Dean promising Sam that he will be with Sam in Sam’s heart is also the show promising us that they will never leave it. That’s why Alex kept posting “The end has no end.” Just as Sam carried Dean with him in his heart, we will carry the show with us. I hope this helps. It’s a terrible thing to feel upset about an ending and thinking of the show this way, recognizing these patterns, is bringing me peace. I still have issues with how it was written, but now that I see what they were doing, I wish all the more that they had the chance to do it right. Please share your thoughts and experiences. I love hearing different opinions. Next up, Dean. Then Castiel.

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glassartpeasants · 4 years

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Fragile Hearts

Tomura Shigaraki x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Hanahaki disease, sad reader hours, reader is insecure, mentions of death, name calling, this is really sad so read at your own risk

A/N: I wish this shit didn’t hit different. Wanna know why? Probably because i’ve got 2 series going down at this moment. Crying In The Club plus and a Shigaraki one thats still in the making. So we’re suffering together ya’ll.

It’s angst month motherfuckers >:)

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God he looked so handsome today. Those beautiful ruby eyes always found a way to creep into your brain. How could they not? You felt a wave love whenever you stared into them. It always gave your heart joy staring into them.

But it always gave you pain.

Maybe cause you were to afraid to confess? Or was the fact that he seemed to not even show a pinch of interest in you. Or was it the fact that he seemed much more interested in a different women every day. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he indeed hire prostitutes or escorts.

You never showed it but every time you saw a different woman leave his quarters it always felt someone had stabbed you right through the heart. You knew he was a reserved and quiet man. Hell he barely talked to anyone if it wasn’t for a meeting or telling someone off. He was a pretty angry and harsh soul. While you, well,

You were that kind of soul that you would have given the shirt off your back to anyone in need. Many villains (mainly Dabi) asked why even bother becoming a villain if you were so kind to them all, in Dabi’s words “Villains are suppose to be rude and horrible.” It was an reasonable question really. The true reason you became a villain was simple.

You held a unruly grudge against heros.

When you were about 8 years old a fire had started in your family home. The flames were so bright. You remembered that day so vividly. The screaming of your family trying to get everyone out. But they were stuck inside while you had managed to go over to a neighbors house and call the cops but when you called and they heard your voice they said,

“Listen kid we have bigger things to do. Next time when you call make sure there’s a real emergency instead of prank calling us.” And then he hung up. The cops, who were there to protect you had hung up on you.

And that fateful call was what sealed your families fate.

After that, you never really believed in the hero system. They had failed you and your family. Which was lead you to villainy. You may have been a kind soul but you would rather use that kindness to help out someone who you feel is worthy. The League of Villains picked you up off the streets, so to you, they were your only family.

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You laid down on the bed that occupied your room, staring at the ceiling. It was nicer then the old bar you guys use to live in but, to you it didn’t feel the same. You were happy for how far you guys came but it just felt like most of the PLF kinda made you sad. You didn’t know why but it did. Maybe was it due to the fact that you wanted it to be just the league? You weren’t fond of these new people. Probably cause they tore you down a lot.

Your quirk was Energy, your quirk allowed you to use energy of the sun to heal you and use sun rays. But the down fall of your quirk was that it was absolutely useless at night. So you had to rely on your combat skill in the night. That was one of the reasons they didn’t like you, cause your quirk kinda had a big flaw. But they also merciless teased you about being kind to your fellow league members.

You wanted to scream at them. Tell them off, do something at least but, no matter what you thought you could do. Your confidence faded when you remember that they would probably tell Tomura about your outburst. And since he has a habit of decaying people without warning, you just decided it was best to keep your pretty mouth shut.

You sigh as you get off your bed before changing your clothes to pj’s. You put on the black tank top and pajama pants which were super soft and fuzzy. Putting on some socks you open the door and make your descent into the kitchen. You tried to be as quiet as you could. Not wanting to wake anyone up while you ran to get a midnight snack.

Once reaching the kitchen you turn on the lights and almost let out a scream but took a breath instead.

“Oh geez Dabi, scared the shit outta me.” You laugh before making movements towards the fridge.

“Good, gotta keep that blood pumping.” He chuckled before setting his whiskey down.

You grab your snack before going next to Dabi and sitting down. You picked up your fork and begun to eat only to almost choke at Dabi’s words.

“So when are you gonna tell the boss you have a thing for him?” You almost choke on your food before looking at Dabi with wide eyes. What?! Was your staring that obvious? Oh god...

“H-how did you know?”

“We maybe surrounded by them but i’m no idiot. I can tell when someone has the hots for someone else. It’s just funny seeing you even try with that gremlin.” Dabi laughed at you while you crossed your arms.

“So what if I think he’s hot? I know that I’ll never have a chance with him, considering all the woman he has coming in and out of his office.” You say with hints of sadness in your voice. It wasn’t hard to tell. You knew what this feeling was. You knew you had grown a one-sided love for your boss.

“Well if you think that you better be careful.” You uncross your arms with a confused look on your face.

“If your talking about me getting with him I know’ll get my heart bro-”

“No, I’m talking about you getting Hanahaki Disease.” What in the ever loving hell is that?

“What the fuck is that?”

“I can tell you one thing is that it never ends up being in a happy ending. So pray you don’t get it.” Dabi said before drinking the rest of the whiskey and going towards his room.

You furrow your brows as you look down at the table. Hanahaki Disease eh? Well you could probably look it up tomorrow, since you have no missions tomorrow as far as your knowledge.

“The disease can’t be that bad, right?”

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You wake up to a burning pain in your chest. You let out a little cough before going over to your bathroom to take a shower. This time you let out a louder cough, it felt like something was in your throat. Ugh this feeling was always the worst damnit.

You start coughing trying to get whatever the hell was in your throat out. You pounded at your chest before a little daisy popped out of your mouth. You fell on your ass while holding your throat, rubbing it as you looked at the flower with confusion.

“How did that get in my throat?” You crawl over a scoop up the daisy. Looking at it with amazement and confusion. This is impossible, how the hell?

Grabbing your phone you opened up google and searched online for any answers on what this could mean.

‘i just coughed up a flower, what the does that mean?’

You wait for the screen to stop loading only to drop the flower and scurry away from it as fast as possible.

No way...this couldn’t be real, how could this happen! You knew you liked your boss but when you read the article saying it can only happen from a one sided love you knew you were boned.

How can you get rid of a love that has taken so long to blossom? Only for it to be your down fall. You kept reading up on it while sitting on the bathroom floor. The more you read the more scared you became. You could die from it if you didn’t get it treated! But the procedure was said to be very risky and highly dangerous. So it was pretty much up to you to get over your feelings for Shigaraki. Yeah that was going to be a pain in the ass.

Time could only tell.

~~~

Day One

You sat at the meeting while your eyes couldn’t help but stare at him. He was so gorgeous, who could you ever compare to the girls he brings to his beck ad call? They were perfect! You just felt like no matter what you did, you never could get the attention of your leader. No, you need to work on yourself! The disease can’t get worse or else-

“(Y/N)! Were you even paying attention?” Shigaraki’s voice boomed causing you to yelp. Snickering could be heard around the table causing your face to heat up in embarrassment. You look at Spinner and he sends you a apologetic look.

“No Shigaraki, I’m sorry. I had something on my mind.” You say looking down. You’ve never been one with getting yelled at.

“Well get your head out of your ass and pay attention and if your not going to the doors right there.”

“I’ll pay attention.” You said as you looked down, trying to stop the tears that threatened to spill. Your nails dig into your clothes thighs as you only listen to Shigaraki. You wanted to but all you could hear was sweet voice that you wished was there instead of the one now.

~~~

Day 5

You looked terrible to say the least. You couldn’t believe that is was growing this fast! I mean when you looked into it it said 2-3 months but you didn’t think it would grow so unreasonable fast!

Thinking about it and pushing your panic aside you’ve come to the conclusion that its going faster because of how deep your love and loyalty is for him. It’s so deep rooted that the flowers are growing faster.

Especially the one growing on your neck.

You’ve looked into what each flower means and the first one which was a daisy meant innocence, purity and loyal love. This time however, it was a rose. You looked it up and saw that it meant girlhood, modesty and secrecy. You knew why this one had popped up. Probably cause of the fact that you’ve been hiding in your room a lot lately. You didn’t want anyone to catch you hacking up flowers. It was already painful as it is so you don’t need any judgement stares.

That didn’t mean your coughing didn’t go unnoticed though. Your coughs were loud enough that Toga and Spinner came to ask if you were okay a couple times. You told them you were and that you were just sick and that you would get better soon.

‘If by better then you mean dead.’

You shook your head before putting your head into your pillow. Effectively screaming into it out of frustration. How in the ever loving hell where you going to get rid of this damn thing if you couldn’t keep him out of your mind?

~~~

Day 14

You felt like shit. Your entire being just felt weak in general. There were bags under your eyes and more little flowers covering your face. If it were glued on and not attached to your skin, you would have thought it as cute. Now? You hated them, you hated yourself. What would your parents think? Seeing you dying over a man that doesn’t love you back. unknowingly killing you from afar.

A knock came at your door and before thinking you said come in. Your eyes went wide and before you could change your mind Dabi walked in and locked the door behind him.

“How long did you think you could hide huh?” Dabi said as he sat on the bed next to you. He may not have shown it but he was worried. He had known your little thing for Shigaraki but he didn’t know it would be this bad.

“I don’t know. How can I get rid of it when I can’t even look Shigaraki in the face. He would think I’m weak.” You said before coughing up another flower. This time blood was seen covering some of the petals.

“Shit this is worse then I originally thought. It’s at stage three already. Yours is progressing insanely fast. What will it take to realize that he doesn’t love you.” You knew Dabi meant good with his words but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit of your love for him chip away.

Which caused a flower to fall off of your face.

“That’s it.” Dabi said as he picked up the flower and held it in his hands. You look at him with your brow raised.

“Stay here. But before I do what im about to do, just know I’m doing this to save your life understand?” You nod worried about what he’s planning. All you can do is sigh and hold your pillow closer to your chest as you waited to see what Dabi had in store.

~~~

Day 16

You laid in you bed watching some netflix when Shigaraki barged into your room with an angry look. Your eyes widen as you clung to the sheets you had wrapped yourself in.

“So I’m hearing that you love me.” He made it sound like a statement rather then a question. You look all over in the room to avoid his gaze. You shut your eyes only to have your head jerked towards shigaraki, making you look into his crimson eyes.

“Well news flash, I don’t feel the same way.” You swore you could have felt your heart drop in his stomach. Tears rimmed your eyes as Shigaraki looked all around your face noticing all your flowers. Looking into your eyes noticing how they were slowly turning white, making him let out a little chuckle.

“Your pathetic, you let something like love get in the way of my goal? Your so selfish you know?” Your tears were falling at this point. Blurring your vision while you felt a strong pain on your cheek. Shigaraki had ripped off a flower. A pink rose that bloomed on your right cheek.

“I find this hilarious honestly, look at you, needing my validation. When guess what bitch? Your not getting any. And you never will so you might as well tear off all these flowers off your disgusting face.” You couldn’t say anything before pain filled your entire being as Shigaraki picked off every flower that covered your face and neck, leaving you bleeding.

You feel a light feeling in your chest as you felt like you could breathe again. the flowers that bloomed on your shoulder were slowly withering away. The feeling off something in your throat went away as well as all the flowers that bloomed on your body that was still left had withered and fell off. Your once blurred vision now crystal clear as you looked Shigaraki right in the eyes.

“Look better. Now if i ever see another flower on your face or in your room I’ll dust you myself understand?” You nod your head yes before Shigaraki let go of your face.

You hid yourself under the covers in order to avoid his gaze. Not seeing the little face of sadness that crossed his face.

~~~

“Did you do it?” Dabi asked Shigaraki when he saw him leave your room.

“No shit sherlock.” Shigaraki said as he walked past him only to be stopped by Dabi’s arm.

“It was for the best. She would have died if you didn’t.” Dabi spoke softly before taking his arms away, Not looking Shigaraki in the eyes.

“I know.”

Shigaraki walked away before going to his room. Once he stepped in he closed the door behind him before falling to the floor. He threaded his hands in his hair before pulling out all the flowers he had taken from your face. Each one of them a different color. A cold feeling entered his heart, knowing that you were suffering because of him.

He had to remain strong. He couldn’t have love be in the way. At least that’s when he told himself at first.

Ever since you showed up at the bar that faithful day, he knew he had to have you. He knew that he needed you. Why else would his heart beat so fast when you walked past. He always imagined you by his side, sitting on his throne with him. his queen of the villains.

If only he had confessed sooner. If he had he would not have to see you dying in your room because of it. Watching your life slowly slip from your eyes as the days passed by. You were hurting because of his stupid mistake.

And now he had to suffer the consequences.

He held your flowers close to his face. They smelled of you. Reminding him of the deed he had just done. Tears hit the petals of the flowers, effectively collecting shigaraki’s tears. It hurt. Why did it have to hurt so bad.

A blue poppy was slowly growing on Shigaraki’s neck.

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rwby-sk · 3 years

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If RWBY were to get a Reboot, what are some changes you'd want for Jaune and Neo and what are some changes you wouldn't want? (I'm speaking figuratively, not saying I want an actual reboot to happen rn)

Like if I did an AU fic but made all of my dream changes? Oh this is a lot of pressure... Of course I know RWBY's story has grown as it has been going, so obviously the gift of hindsight helps in general here

Looking back, this is mainly plot points. very few about Jaune or Neo. they’re doing alright right now

I guess I'll break it down by arc?

- Opening / worldbuilding / meeting characters Vol.1 and Vol.2 I probably wouldn't change too much. Everything was set up pretty well. Nice and slow, we get hints and clues when we need them. Maybe a few more episodes to get a real sense for the "Beacon days" as they all become friends. Maybe a bit more of Jaune, Ruby, and Yang's home lives? Addressing that the White fang we see is 100% Adam's splinter group, and not the organization as a whole. I know that was Salem/Cinder's point, to divide humanity, but like, let's not ruin this group fighting for civil rights right away, huh? Blake can be a part of the original WF still, looking into Adam's group for Sienna. That'd be cool

- Tournament Arc Vol.3 Again, this was done really really well. Everything was set up as we needed it. Introducing the maidens was cool. Maybe a few more hints that Ozpin is older than he seems would be nice. Or that he isn't the one with all of the answers. He seems infallible and just until vol.6, I think foreshadowing that he knows he can't beat Salem would have been cool. I also wish Pyrrha didn't have to die here. Like, maybe take her out of the story, take away all of her powers/aura or scare her into never traveling to Anima. But I'd love it so much more if she didn't die. Penny's death would have at least been made right in Vol.7 so that could stay if it has too. But like. Can we keep Pyrrha alive please?

- The world is bigger than you realize Vol.4 and Vol.5 More time in general. I wish Vol.4 was twice as long. I want to see everything. RNJR in Anima, Weiss in Atlas, Blake at home, Yang healing. I want to see May and Winter around Atlas. i want to see Yang getting used to her new arm and how it impacts her, and how everyone that stayed behind in Vale reacted/moved on afterwards. I want to see that year long trek across a continent! Of course I want Neo back in Vol.4 too. If she wanted revenge on Little Red this much, now's the time! Cinder only popped up in Anima (she was staying in Grimm-hell castle with Salem) until the battle at Haven, so that's why Neo only pops up after. She was tracking Cinder, not Ruby. But I digress. I need Neo to sort out her issues with RNJR, then move on so she can help Jaune fight cinder at Haven. we have a schedule to keep! Also, more secret Qrow helping them while they don't even realize. Make him scare off bandits while the kids sleep. Pay their way at an Inn when they run out of money. Give us more bird dad

- Gaining Knowledge Vol.6 More backstories now. We're just going through Argus to Atlas. Give us filler. Cinder's backstory, Neo's backstory, Emerald's, Oscar's, everyone! If you didn't attend Beacon, you get an episode of show-n-tell so we know who you are! Maybe make the Brothers have better motives? Like, their lesson to Salem is so mussed up. This whole world is just her eternal hell. She learns nothing from this. And for a God so upset about 'balance' he sure did kill everyone super fast (Is it too late to be selfish and say that Roman and Neo should have Peter Pan and Tinkerbell allusions? Because I need to drop that in here. So that Neo can fly to Atlas instead of Maria. I love the old crazy lady though) Speaking of which, give us a young Qrow flashback of him looking up to the grimm reaper!!!

- Isnt America Atlas super fascist great? Vol.7 and Vol.8 Yes hello. Winter is actually an undercover Happy Huntress who is dating May. Maybe a cool flashback to that. Clover and Qrow can still flirt, but like, make it gayer but also make Clover less blind to how bad Atlas is. Maybe let him be stabbed, but again, don't kill him. We can hurt Qrow just as badly by putting his boyfriend in the hospital. More downtime in Atlas. Let these kids be CHILDREN for ten minutes!! Let them run around, go on dates, get into trouble, whatever Gotta fix the Vol.7 ending if Neo is pro-RWBY now. No one to help Cinder. She's all alone. Maybe Neo needed to help Cinder to show Cinder she isn't strong enough to do things on her own and needs allies. Which then becomes a fatal flaw when cinder betrays Neo in Vol.8 that she can't ever trust anyone enough to have those allies that make her stronger, the way Ruby has all of these friends..... oh wait maybe I understand the original plot better now Also, let penny keep her original body, and dont kill her!!! She was always a real girl, dont let her die again!! just have cinder kick her through the vacuo portal, same thing, easy

#just my thoughts #i know i missed important things #im sure

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 3 years

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with you [chapter 7]

Summary: Clementine pops the question, Louis has nightmares, Violet can’t let go of the past, Mitch doesn’t know how to handle gross feelings, Ruby’s a goddamn sweetheart, Willy doesn’t ever remember to knock, Aasim can’t dance, and James is here, too.

Nothing like a wedding to bring this family together.

Note: Apparently one o’clock in the morning is when my brain wants to write and actually do stuff now. Hooray.

Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7

Read on: AO3

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The window's open.

Louis slips in and out of darkness, stuck between a dreamless calm and a waking reality. Cool air drifts in through the cracked window, brushing against the bare skin of his arm. A grumble bubbles up his throat as he pulls the blanket closer to his chin.

It's not the morning chill or the golden glow flowing in through the parted curtains that wakes him up, though.

A gentle hand shakes his shoulder.

A familiar presence looms over-- he can feel it even in his drowsy state.

Nothing dangerous, of course. Otherwise, he'd be bolting out of bed in a blind search for Chairles.

He rolls over onto his side, eyes too heavy to open.

"Louis?"

The hand grasps his shoulder again, this time shaking a little harder. His grogginess worsens. It’s as if someone poured wet cement into his bones. He reaches out over the empty spot next to him in search of Clementine’s warmth, inhaling the morning air and letting it out with a groan.

The hand shakes him again, harder this time, so he grabs and holds it.

"U-uh-"

Louis buries his face in his pillow, his voice coming out muffled, groggy, "Darling, come back to bed."

"Louis!"

His nose smashes against the mattress.

"Ow! Hey!"

He's ready to complain about such a rude awakening until he realizes whose hand he's still holding.

The room is awkwardly silent until Louis mumbles, "You're not Clementine."

"No," Aasim pulls free and hits Louis with the pillow, "no, I'm not."

Louis snatches the pillow back, fluffing and tucking it under his head with a heavy sigh. "How long have you been watching me sleep?" he yawns. "I didn't take you for the creeper type."

"I wasn't watching you sleep," Aasim rolls his eyes. "I came to wake you up. We're going hunting."

"Hunting?"

Well, that’s the first he's heard of this.

He and Aasim usually go hunting every few days, and they just went the day before. Louis props himself on his elbows to peer up at him with a dull expression. Another yawn builds in his throat.

"You must have your days mixed up," he says. "Mitch and Willy go today. We're not supposed to go ‘til tomorrow, so we can all go back to bed now. Goodnight."

"No, it’s our turn," Aasim says quickly. "We gotta go now. James was out there earlier and he saw a deer."

A...

A what?

"A deer?" Louis perks a brow. "Sure it wasn't just a big possum? Or a walker on all fours? Maybe even a bunch of bunnies standing on each other's shoulders?"

"He's pretty damn sure it was a deer," Aasim insists, spreading the window curtains farther apart. More light floods in, causing Louis to wince as his eyes adjust to the sudden brightness. He yanks the blanket fully over his head, curling up.

"He's already out there tracking it,” Aasim grabs Louis’ coat from off the desk chair and tosses it to him, “so we gotta move fast if we want any chance of hunting it. We also have to check the traps and make sure the fishing shack is still secure."

"A deer?" Louis presses again from beneath the blanket. "Like, a real deer? Like Bambi?”

“Bambi was a cartoon.”

Aasim jerks the blanket off, dropping it to the floor far from Louis’s reach.

“You know what I mean,” Louis sighs, squinting back up at him. “We've never seen a deer out there, like, ever. Not even at the beginning."

"Well, James just saw one, so... Get up and get ready. We're leaving soon.”

Aasim scratches at his chin, turning to gaze about the room, searching for something.

Louis swings his legs over the side of the bed and stretches out his arms, groaning in satisfaction as the muscles loosen.

“How soon is ‘soon’?”

“As soon as you put your boots on.”

Louis lets out an exaggerated groan.

This definitely isn’t what he had planned for this morning.

He planned on waking up to Clementine sleeping peacefully beside him, happier and more content than she was last night.

It’s been a long time since he’s seen her so physically upset.

He knows Clementine well enough by now. He knows that she still holds in most of those awful feelings. Whenever something upsets her, or even after she has a nightmare of her own, her face defaults to a stoic expression. Whether she does it out of habit, or because she doesn’t want him or anyone else to worry, or some concoction of both, he’s not entirely sure.

She has enough room within her to bottle it up. She has the strength to hold it in.

Hee wishes he was more like that.

Sometimes, he felt he was bursting at the seams.

And there she always was, trying to sew him back together.

Seeing her like that… shit, it’s one of the most hopeless feelings when all you can do is hold someone without the power to heal their pain.

Louis squeezes his eyes shut, biting the inside of his cheek.

“I talked to Violet…”

Violet.

Shit, what could’ve possibly brought that on?

He hadn’t asked, even though he wanted to. God, he really wanted to. He’s so desperate to know... why now? Did it just happen, or has it been weighing heavier in her mind again? What was it about? Why didn’t she tell him?

He didn’t want to upset her any more than she already was, though, so he left it alone. She would tell him when she was ready.

And, Violet…

He can’t imagine how she must be feeling right now.

He watches Aasim as he paces over to AJ’s desk, stopping to look over the several drawings hanging on the wall.

Louis really doesn’t want to go hunting.

He already had his morning planned out.

First, he’d wake up and kiss Clementine before her watch. Or, if she already left, go find her and then kiss her.

It’s sort of a rule he has. While Louis was never one for strict rules or planning, he does have certain things that have to be done. Kissing Clementine every day is one of those rules.

Okay, maybe it’s not considered a rule, per se.

But, he made sure to kiss her every morning, and whenever one of them left to go hunting or scavenging or on watch without the other, and every night before bed. It didn’t have to be a crazy, passionate kiss. Sometimes, just a little peck on the cheek was enough.

It made him feel better, even if he knows it’s his subconscious telling him, “Kiss her! It might be your last chance! Death is always watching you, Louis!”

A lovely thought, as usual.

After he kissed her, he’d ask her if she was feeling any better, or if she wanted to talk about it. Whether she would or not, he didn’t know.

Next, he’d grab two plates of breakfast and head over to Violet’s room. If she answered, they’d eat together. If she didn’t answer or let him in, she’d at least have food waiting for her. Then, he’d find Tenn to keep an eye on her, make sure she ate.

However, it seems that Aasim’s determined to foil those plans all in the name of some deer James supposedly saw.

Seriously, a deer?

Louis tries to rub the drowsiness from his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. Aasim might as well have said, “Hey! Leprechauns are frolicking in the woods! Quick! Let’s go get their gold!”

Well, okay, maybe a deer is more plausible than a leprechaun.

But, still.

When Aasim notices Louis’s lack of movement and vacant stare, he crosses his arms and shoots him a stern look.

“Now, dude.”

Louis scratches the back of his neck as he hangs his head. “Do you really need me to go?” he asks. “I mean, it’s not like we need three people tracking a deer that may or may not be a figment of James’ imagination.”

“It’s not a figment of his imagination,” Aasim insists. “Will you just put your boots on? We’re wasting daylight.”

“You’re awfully pushy this morning.”

“No, I just-” Aasim stops, looking away. "I want that deer, okay?"

Louis studies him for a moment as he pulls on his jacket, trying to understand the stress prominent in his features.

"Dude, if you're so worried about the deer, just go without me-"

"No! No, you- I-uh, " Aasim presses his mouth into a thin line. His eyes dart around at the floor. He wears a taut expression that Louis recognizes. It's one that Aasim usually has when he's jotting down the day's events and he can't figure out how to word something.

Louis gets off the bed, hands on his hips and head cocked curiously.

"You okay?"

"You have to come with me," Aasim says slowly. He scratches at his scruffy chin and looks towards to door, saying, “We need three people to carry it back when we get it.”

“I doubt it. Two people’s enough.”

“No, three people are needed to safely carry it.”

“James’ strong. Honestly, the dude could probably drag it back here himself. You don’t need me there.”

Then, Aasim blurts out, "I-I don't want to be alone with James.”

Louis almost laughs.

"What?"

"Uh-” Aasim stutters, “Yeah, he makes me nervous, okay? You guys are friends. If you go, he'll have someone to talk to and I won't have to worry about him."

“Are you serious? I thought you two got along. You talk to him every time he’s here. Hell, don’t you always eat together, too?”

“That- that doesn’t mean anything. Will you just put your damn boots on, already?” Aasim finds his boots on the floor and kicks them towards him. “Why do you always have to be so damn difficult? Just once, can you do what I ask with no questions asked?”

Louis opens his mouth to speak, but then promptly shuts it.

Something’s weird.

Aasim’s being weird.

He never argues this much. Usually, by now he would’ve thrown his hands up, stomped out and left him behind, grumbling about what a pain in the ass he is.

But, there Aasim stood, moving about the room impatiently, still waiting for him.

Louis slips on his boots, keeping an eye on the other boy, and begins slowly lacing them up.

Aasim picks up the small venus fly trap on the desk and pokes it, causing it to steadily close its mouth. He’s so forcefully fixated on the plant that Louis is convinced something’s up.

Louis has known him for a long time, and he knows that Aasim avoids eye contact and becomes defensive due to three things: when someone brings up the delta, when he’s lying about something, or when someone confronts him about his crush on-

Louis’ mouth falls agape.

Oh.

“He makes you nervous, huh?” Louis asks, hopping to his feet.

Aasim almost drops the plant, but luckily, he catches it. “Yeah, so what?”

“Why?”

“Uh?”

“Why does he make you nervous?” Louis repeats, drawing out each word. “I mean, aside from the whole wearing another dude’s face and hanging out with his walker friends.”

Aasim’s lips part as though he’s ready to speak, but it seems he’s stuck. He moves his hands about as if somehow that’ll help him articulate the words he’s looking for. In the end, he gives an agitated sigh and heads towards the exit, saying, “Just drop it and let’s go.”

However, Louis is quick to stride ahead and shut the door, pressing his back against it and raising his brow suggestively at him.

“Not so fast!”

“Dude, really?”

Louis smirks.

“I see you, Aasim.”

“What?” Aasim scowls. “Get out of the way. Clem’s gonna be pissed we haven’t left yet.”

Louis grins brightly. He ignores Aasim’s protests, reaching out to grasp his shoulder, saying, “It’s finally happened. Our poor Aasim, the fool forever trapped within the realms of unrequited love-”

“Uh, what?”

“-has finally moved on from dear, sweet Ruby-”

“No-”

“-and onto the ever so mysterious-”

“No, no-”

“-handsome James!”

“Oh my god…” Aasim rubs his eyes, fingers curling over his face in irritation. “Oh my god, you’re so stupid.”

“Ah, James,” Louis disregards the insult, continuing, “Gotta say, I did not see that one coming. Never thought I’d see the day you give up on sweet Ruby. She’ll be devastated. Oh Ruby, don’t know what you got until it’s gone. ”

“I don’t have a crush on James, you idiot.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I never had a crush on Ruby.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I don’t-didn’t!”

“Uh-huh.”

Aasim inhales sharply through his nose. “I swear, it’s like you strive to piss me off!”

Louis holds his hands up defensively, saying, “No, I hear you, dude. I just don’t believe you. You can’t look me in the eye and say with a straight face that you never had a crush on Ruby.”

Aasim rubs his palms over his jacket before crossing his arms, not saying a word.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Louis continues, “Ruby’s a sweet girl- well, sweet until pushed otherwise. And James is really cool underneath that walker getup. In fact, I dare say you two would be pretty damn adorable--”

Aasim holds up his hand inches away from Louis’ face. “I’m gonna stop you right there before you say any more stupid shit,” he says sternly. “I don’t like James.”

“If that’s true, then why’re you being so weird?” asks Louis. “Hmmm?”

“Look,” Aasim sighs. “We could stand here all day arguing about this stupid shit, but the longer we do that, the farther that deer gets, and the longer James is stuck out there waiting for us by himself. Clementine is counting on both of us to go out there and track it, so can you please just take this seriously for once?”

“Who says I’m not being serious?”

Aasim shoots him a look.

“Okay, fine,” he sighs. He pushes away from the door. “You really believe he saw a deer out there?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“And so does Clem?”

“Why else would she send me to wake your ass up?” Aasim asks, glancing back down at the floor.

Well, so much for morning plans. He’d have to shorten his list and make it quick.

“Just answer me this last question,” Louis says with a wide grin. “How long have you liked James?”

“I’m not playing this game with you.”

“What game? You wanted me to be serious, so here I am! Being serious! How long? Details, my friend!”

“I don’t-” Aasim groans, rubbing his hands harshly over his face and through his hair.

Alright, that’s enough teasing, he thinks. Louis would ask him about it again later when Aasim isn’t so flustered or preoccupied with thoughts of a prancing deer.

“Okay, okay, let’s go get Bambi. But before that, can I at least do my morning business first?” he asks. “Or am I gonna have to hold it the whole time?”

“Fine,” Aasim sighs, relieved, “just hurry up. Meet you at the gates.”

And with that, Aasim rushes out the door.

Louis shakes his head with a small smile. What an interesting development, he thinks. Aasim and James… Louis frowns. Now that he thinks about it, that might make things complicated if his theory about Mitch and James is-- … It’s probably nothing. He’s thinking about it too much.

With Chairles in his possession and a set determination, Louis leaves the bedroom, ready to complete his morning plans in the short amount of time given.

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From down the hall, Louis can hear the sound of glass shards scraping against the wooden floors. His gut tightens.

Violet’s door is wide open.

Uneasy, apprehensive to continue, he comes to a stop.

Violet never leaves her door open, not even a crack. Whether she’s alone or not, she always makes sure her door is shut and locked. There’s been plenty of times where he’d gone to see her and after she let him in, she’d almost push him out of the way to slam the lock shut.

He’d asked her about it the first time it happened. She hadn’t answered him. She was too ashamed to, so she pretended not to hear the question.

He didn’t say any more about it. If it made her feel better- safer, more secure- then he wouldn’t argue. He’s gotten in the habit of locking it himself every time he comes to visit just so she doesn’t panic.

Eventually, he does peek into the room.

But, he doesn’t find Violet.

No, he’s alarmed to find Mitch bent down on the floor with a dustpan and a small, broken broom, cautiously sweeping up shattered glass bits. There’s a small bag next to him with a wooden frame protruding from it. Clear concentration knits his brows and his lips move as if silently mumbling to himself.

Louis’ eyes narrow. He tries to wrap his head around just what he’s seeing.

Think of the devil, and the devil will appear... Or something to that effect.

When he moves closer, right into the door frame, Mitch doesn’t seem to notice, even when he clears his throat.

So, he speaks.

“Hey, Mitch,” he says, loud and flat.

Mitch jerks back, losing his balance, hissing out, “Jesus motherfucking-!” He drops the dustpan to help steady himself, letting glass slip out onto the floor again. He scrambles to his feet, cheeks flushing a furious red, but his glare dies when he sees it’s Louis standing there. He grows tense, unmoving, with eyes wide like a small child just caught sneaking around where they weren’t supposed to.

The two stare at each other for many seconds before Mitch points at him.

“You’re not supposed to be here.”

“Funny,” Louis scoffs, pushing his jacket back to place his hands on his hips firmly, “I was about to say the same thing.”

“I, uh-” Mitch straightens out, looking down at the broom in his hand and the glass on the floor before peering back up at him. “Shouldn’t you be out hunting?”

“Don’t change the subject,” Louis frowns. He approaches the other boy, asking, “What are you doing here? Where’s Vi?”

“She’s with Tenn,” Mitch says. “Spent the night in his room after she, uh,” he motions down to the broken glass, “flipped out.”

Concern tightens in his throat. The panic must be clear on his face, because Mitch shakes his head and explains, “She did it after their talk.” He kneels back down and starts sweeping again. “Clem told’ja about that, I assume?”

“Yeah,” he says slowly. “And, how do you know about it, exactly?”

“I was keeping watch. Made sure Violet didn’t do anything.” Mitch dumps the glass bits into the small bag before motioning towards the desk. “She didn’t, at least not while Clem was here. She smashed this after we were leaving. I left the picture over there.”

Louis hesitates, but steps around Mitch, wary of the remaining glass bits. As he approaches the desk, he notices that her water bottle is tipped over onto its side, empty. What’s worse, is he can see it’s completely dry, like it hasn’t been used in a long time. He stands it up, moving it right next to her journal.

He remembers when Aasim gave that to her. It wasn’t bound like a real book, but Aasim had gathered some thicker paper from the basement and had Ruby sew it together into a makeshift book. It even had a cover, drawn by Tenn.

Aasim gave it to her after the delta, said that writing was easier than talking. He gave her a bunch of pencils and pens, too, but he can’t spot any lying around. Louis doesn’t know if she really writes in it, though he hopes she does. Anything to help, anything to release a little bit of that pain.

Louis considered it once. But trying to write down his feelings only frustrated him. Instead, he turned to Clementine and music for solace.

He glances away from the journal and to the photo laying at the bottom corner of the desk.

Violet, Minerva, and Sophie, all together, all smiling.

He can’t help but grin, even if there’s no joy in it.

The photo’s covered in scratches, from the glass, no doubt. But, the faces are still clear.

Minerva.

The real Minnie.

Not the husk that pointed her crossbow at him, who tried to kill Clementine and take them all away to that sick hellhole.

As he stares at her face, her long hair and sincere eyes, he wishes that’s the only way he could remember her; happy, radiant, beautiful.

Fuck, he couldn’t even remember her laugh, or how charming her singing was.

She used to always laugh at his stupid jokes, at his silly voices and silly songs. Even when no one else would, she’d take pity on him and laugh.

They’d sing together in their downtime, too. They’d sing until Violet threw her head back, groaning out that he was ruining the song. So, he’d shut up and just play the piano, and Minerva would sing.

Louis thinks that’s when it happened.

When Violet first fell in love.

That’s why she always told him to shut up. Something in Minerva’s voice brought her comfort, gave her some sense of purpose.

He can remember Violet sitting there, watching both of them, and when Minerva sang to her, it was like he didn’t exist anymore. He was just there for background noise, a mere puppet to set the mood and a witness to what was blossoming.

It was beautiful.

Violet was beautiful.

He’d told her that shortly after she and Minerva became official, told her how happy he was for her. She punched him in the shoulder and called him stupid.

Minerva had agreed with him, though.

God, the way they looked at each other.

“I killed her.”

But, the memories of her glazed over expression, her washed out, gaunt face overshadow those fond times now.

Minerva...

“I killed her.”

Sophie.

“I killed her.”

Poor, poor Sophie.

He has to squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip to stop his quivering chin. He’s not about to cry here, especially not in front of Mitch. He swallows the lump forming in his throat and breathes in, and out. He places the picture in the desk drawer.

“She wasn’t hurt, right?” Louis asks, attempting to hide the tremble in his voice. “By the glass?”

“Not that I could see. Didn’t see any blood anywhere.”

Well, at least she’s physically still intact. That doesn’t make him any less worried, though.

Mitch’s eyes dart all around the floor, looking for any shards he might’ve missed. He turns on his heels to grab his bag again.

“Clem told you?” Louis asks. “That she was gonna talk to her?”

“Yeah.”

Louis knows Clementine and Mitch had some sort of understanding with each other, but of all the people he thought she would’ve turned to when it came to talking to Violet, he didn’t put Mitch too high on the list.

“Why?”

“Uh,” Mitch stops sweeping. “Why what?”

“Why’d she tell you?” Louis asks. “She could’ve come to me.”

Mitch tenses. “I-I don’t fucking know, dude!” he exclaims far too loudly. As he continues, his speech becomes quicker, more defensive, “She just said it and I told her it was a shit idea but no, she just had to come and poke the bear right in the fucking eye and when you do that you get your hand bitten off and so I said I’d come with her and make sure her hand doesn’t get bitten off- shit I didn’t actually say it like that but I said, ‘don’t do it,’ and she was all, ‘I’m doing it,’ and-”

“Okay, okay,” Louis interrupts, overwhelmed by the outburst. “I get the idea. But why are you here now?”

Straightens himself out again, leaving the broom and dustpan on the floor to tie up the bag. “She wasn’t gonna clean it up,” he mumbles. “Hey, shouldn’t you be hunting? Aasim’s gonna kick your ass if you don’t get moving. We need that deer.”

Again, with the hunting thing.

“Yeah, yeah, the deer,” he sighs. “I’m going. I just wanted to check up on Vi first.”

“Doubt she wants to see anybody. Better off going straight to Aasim. Like right now.”

“I will,” Louis crosses his arms, “as soon as I see you out.”

Mitch eyes him questioningly before it dawns on him.

“Oh, right. Fair enough.”

He leaves the broken broom and dustpan in the corner of the room and scopes out the floor one last time. “Tell her not to break any glass shit next time. It’s a pain in the ass to clean up.”

Louis doesn’t bother responding. Mitch is already out the door anyway, leaving him alone in the emptiness of Violet’s room.

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It’s chillier this morning. While the sun is still bright in the sky, there are more clouds floating about, all various shades of gray. Maybe not dark enough to worry about rain at the moment, but they still pass over the sun and bring a coolness over the school.

Louis tugs on the collar of his jacket, covering up a bit. Upon looking around, he’s a little surprised to only see Tenn sitting at his usual table, holding a board with a piece of paper taped on it in his lap, and Aasim pacing in front of the gates. He can faintly see Clementine and AJ up on watch.

No Ruby, no Willy, no Omar.

Even Rosie isn’t outside.

Odd.

But, he shrugs it off. He didn’t think he was late enough to miss breakfast, but that does bring up another concern.

Ignoring Aasim for a moment, figuring he can wait just a little bit longer, Louis makes his way towards Tenn.

There’s a line up of old bottles, some broken, some filled with a gross looking grey liquid. The board rests comfortably in Tenn’s lap. He’s focused on his drawing, his eyes constantly darting up to stare at the bottles before going back to copy it onto paper.

“Hey, Tenn,” Louis greets.

The boy looks back at him, eyes wide and blinking rapidly. “Oh, hi, Louis,” he says.

“What’cha drawing today?” Louis asks enthusiastically, peering over his shoulder.

Tenn sheepishly sets the board on the table, careful not to knock anything over. Several drawings of bottles fill up the page, all a little wobbly or disproportionate.

“James said I need practice drawing from life more, but,” Tenn sighs, “bottles are hard.”

“Yeah, but it looks like you’re getting the hang of it.” Louis points to a sketch in the right corner. “I like this one. It looks real enough to drink out of!”

A small, timid smile spreads across the young boy’s face. “Really?”

“Totally,” Louis gives an encouraging grin. “Wait until James sees these. He’s gonna be floored at how good you’re getting. Oh!” Louis pats his shoulder. “By the way, that one you did of me looks amazing on our wall.”

“You-you hung it up?”

“Of course I did!”

Tenn looks away to hide his diffident smile. “Thanks, Louis…”

“Of course,” Louis grins. He moves around and takes a seat next to him with a sigh, his usual grin replaced with a more serious look. “Hey,” he lowers his voice, “how’s Vi doing?”

Tenn sets his pencil down, keeping his eyes locked on his hands. “She’s okay. She slept in my room last night.”

“I heard,” Louis scratches at his chin thoughtfully, “but, she’s okay? Well, as okay as she can be?”

“I think so,” Tenn says. “She-...she cried a lot, but she’s stopped, so...”

Shit.

“Did she get any sleep?”

“A little. She’s still in bed. She told me I didn’t have to wait for her.”

“Did she eat anything?”

“I brought her some breakfast,” he nods, “and she ate a little.”

Relief washes over him.

“Good,” he says. “That’s good. Keep an eye on her, okay? I would go check on her myself but it seems I’m needed elsewhere.”

Tenn goes back to his drawing, pulling the board back into his lap, saying, “Uhm, aren’t you and Aasim-”

“Going hunting, yes, to capture that magical deer prancing in the woods.” Louis stands up again, giving Tenn one last pat on the back. “Her water bottle’s in her room. When you take a break, would you fill it up and bring it to her?”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks, buddy,” Louis smiles warmly. “Keep up the good work.”

He waves good-bye to the young boy, but still strays away from the gates. He knows Aasim can see him, and it’s only a matter of time before he stomps over and drags him out by his ear.

There’s just one more thing he has to do.

Approaching the post where they take turns on watch, Louis calls up, “Clementine?”

At first, he doesn’t get a response. Then, AJ leans over and smiles down at him, excitedly waving. “Hi, Louis!”

“Hey, little man!” he laughs. “Clem up there?”

“Yeah!”

Clementine appears beside him, giving AJ a set of binoculars. Louis steps back, watching her climb down.

He’s pleased to see her smiling.

In fact, he dare say she’s glowing this morning.

She hurries over to him and slips into his open arms. Her cold nose brushes his skin when she leans up and pecks him on the lips.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he grins. He opens his jacket up more, pulling her close and wrapping it around her as much as possible. “You’re freezing.”

“Been out here a few hours,” she sighs, melting into his touch, soaking up his warmth. “I expected to see you a lot sooner. Aasim’s been waiting.”

“Ah, yes, so we can hunt this famous deer everyone’s so obsessed with,” he says, “He was ready to drag me out of bed by my feet this morning. I think I can actually feel him glaring at us right now.” He peeks over Clementine’s head nonchalantly, and sure enough, Aasim is staring at the couple, exasperated.

“Believe me, I heard all about it,” Clementine pulls back with a stern look. “You shouldn’t give him such a hard time.”

“Yeah, I know. He just makes it too easy sometimes. Anyway,” Louis leans forward to kiss her cheek. “Just wanted to make sure you were okay before I took off.”

She hums against his chest, mumbling, “I’m a lot better, actually. All things considered. It’s… a good day.”

“It’s a cold day.”

“It’s not that cold.”

“Your nose is about to fall off.”

“So dramatic.”

Louis chuckles, pulling back to rub warmth into her arms before stopping to hold her hands.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Later,” she says. “You have a deer to hunt.”

“I’d happily cancel to make time for you.”

“Nice try, but no.”

“Ugh.”

He’s getting pretty tired of hearing about this deer.

“Don’t pout. Think about how much a whole deer could feed us.”

“Not much, because I’m, like, eighty percent sure Bambi doesn’t really exist.”

“Louis.”

“Okay, ninety percent.”

She shakes her head, trying to hide her smile. She playfully smacks his chest. “Just go. You two have kept James waiting long enough. We’ll talk later, okay? I promise.”

Louis doesn’t let her hands go.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He studies her face for any sign of unease but finds that she’s still smiling up at him.

When she notices his hesitation, she tugs on his hand.

“Are you okay?”

He’s quiet as he says, “I went to check on her. She wasn’t in her room.”

Clementine doesn’t say anything, but her grip on his hands tightens.

“I did find Mitch cleaning up glass. That was pretty weird.”

Her eyes flutter shut as she lowers her head. “The picture…”

“Yeah,” he nods, “Tenn promised to keep an eye on her today. Try not to think about it too much. And if she does come out, well... ”

“I know.”

He doesn’t say any more about it. Her promise to talk about it when he gets back is enough assurance for him.

“Louis!” Aasim calls from the gates. “Let’s go!”

Louis shakes his head and forces a cheerful smile. “Best not keep poor Aasim waiting. He’s gonna need a shoulder to cry on when we don’t find that deer.”

Clementine rolls his eyes. “And here I thought you were the optimist.”

“Optimist, sure. Delusional? Not as much as you’d think.”

“Just don’t give Aasim such a hard time,” she says, quirking a knowing brow. “I hear he’s had a rough morning already.”

“I won’t,” he promises. “I have a feeling that he won’t hesitate to shoot at me today if I push the wrong button.”

Clementine’s fingers brush against his cheek before she pulls him down. Their lips press comfortably together as a pleased sigh escapes her. They savor the moment, reluctant to pull away. It takes him a second to recover, a second before he can open his eyes again.

God, she is glowing today.

And he’s just standing there, smiling and chuckling like a fool.

She turns away to hide the pretty blush blossoming on her cheeks, hitting his chest again.

“Go.”

“Fine.”

Louis goes to the gates, turning to wave good-bye to her. He’s still grinning when he meets Aasim, who shakes his head and gives an exaggerated eye roll before pushing through the gates.

Louis isn’t too far behind.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Ocean Eyes - Part 6

I was stood in front of my mirror looking over my outfit choice, i wanted to keep it casual but dressy enough to be out on a Friday night! I already knew Hannah would show up in some ridiculously short dress or a too low cut top showing off her assets! The black wrap top i found in my closet was just low cut enough to tease but not slutty, i found my good jeans (that always made me feel good about myself) and finished my look with my black heals.

As i checked my hair and make up i couldn't help but feel nervous. It had been so long since i had been out like this. My social life was pretty non-exsistant since becoming a mom, even when i did go out with Hannah it was days out with Mason and Lucas. I grabbed my clutch from the dresser throwing in my lipstick and eyeliner incase i needed to freshen up my makeup throughout the evening and then headed downstairs.

"Mace, you ready to go?" I asked as i walked into the living room, i was dropping him at Hannah's mom's place and meeting her there.

"Yeah..... wow mom you look so pretty" he said smiling at me.

"Thank you baby" he was such a sweet kid, he made my heart melt!

I grabbed my leather jacket and Mason's overnight bag and we were soon heading out to the car.

When we arrived at the bar we found a table in the back and got settled. Hannah was straight up at the bar ordering shots and vodka lemonade's while i held the table and kept a look out for Scott.

Hannah came back carrying a tray full of drinks with a huge grin on her face.

"These should last us a while"

"Jesus Han, you trying to kill me? You do realise i'll probably be wasted after two drinks!" I chuckled shaking my head.

"Thats what tonight is all about, we dont have to worry about the boys.... tonight we are free to drink and get wasted"

"Not gonna lie, i actually needed this"

"You've had a stressful few days babe, you've handled it like a pro. Im proud of you"

"Thanks" i smiled before throwing back a shot of whisky "wow.... that warms the chest" i coughed a little before laughing.

My cell lit up notifying me of a message from Scott telling me he was here, i told him where to find us and seconds later he was sliding into the seat next to me.

"Wow you look amazing honey!" He looked me up and down.

"Thank you Scott, Mason told me i looked pretty before we left.... i swear my heart melted"

"Awww thats so cute"

"Lucas didn't even notice i was going out" Hannah rolled her eyes before picking up another shot "Mason is such a sweetheart.... so observant to everything around him. My Luke? Im lucky if i can get him to talk to me at all when he's watching TV"

"He gets that from his dad Han, sounds exactly like Mike"

"God i hope not, i dont want him turning out like that asshole".

Scott disappeared to the bar (he was gone for ages) when he reappeared he was carrying a tray full of drinks.... some pretty pink glittery cocktails and more shots.

"Look how pretty these are!" he said loudly looking so happy with his drink choice, Hannah and i burst out laughing at how excited he was over the glittery drinks.

Id lost count of how many drinks we'd had by now, we had taken so many photo's and had even been dancing.... Scott had climbed up onto the table at one point until he nearly fell off.

"What about him? He looks cute.... and he keeps looking over here!" Scott pointed to a man near the bar, Hannah was already chatting to some guy she had taken a liking to.

"I think he's looking at you Scotty" i laughed.

"Who are you looking at?? Are we talking about the same person??"

"The blonde guy...."

"No! Im looking at him! The tall dark and handsome guy smouldering in the corner"

"His beautiful.... and so outta my league!" I laughed before taking a sip of my drink "i need to use the ladies room, i'll be back".

Heading back to our table once id finished in the ladies room i noticed Scott wasn't alone at our table anymore, Mr tall dark and handsome was sat with him along with another guy.

"Scott! You little shit" i muttered under my breath before giving him a false smile.

"Here she is! Gentleman this is my best friend Y/N.

Y/N this is Derek and Peter"

"Hi, its nice to meet you" Mr tall dark and handsome said with the most beautiful smile "i'm Derek"

"Hey, nice to meet you too"

"I invited them to join us for some drinks, more the merrier and all that" Scott looked at me smirking.

'Ruby's' was packed out when we got there just before 11pm, Derek and Peter had decided to join us as well as Hannah's new 'friend' who we found out was called Troy. Derek and Peter had gone to get a round of drinks in while Scott and I found a table. I kept seeing Scott texting someone, he'd been at it all night.

"Okay spill, who have you been texting all night? You gotta a new guy?" I asked loudly over the music wiggling my eyebrows at him before giggling....id had far too much to drink!

"No there's no new guy" he laughed.

"So who is it?"

"Um...."

"Please tell me its not your brother Scott"

"Of course it is..... i'm sorry"

"Checking up on you?"

"Yeah you know what his like, he wanted to come out too but i told him that would be weird. He is going to be picking me up though"

"Scott!" I moaned resting my head on the table and groaning "Im too drunk to deal with your brother"

"He will just be picking me up out front, you dont have to see him" he reached over and gave my hand a squeeze.

"Okay"

"Here we go, we come baring gifts" Peter announced placing a tray on the small table.

"Thank you guys" i smiled at them both "anyone see where Hannah went?"

"I think she left with that guy" Derek said "im sure it was her i saw leaving"

"Why am i not surprised! She always did this to me"

"Did what?"

"Beg me to go out with her for a girls night and then disappear with some random guy. You'd think she'd grow out of that by now" i laughed. Checking my phone i saw a message from her confirming that she had indeed left for the night.

"I think this is my last guys, i'm seeing two of everyone"

"We should do this again sometime, its aways nice to meet new friends" Scott said to Derek and Peter.

"Its been fun" i nodded in agreement.

We all exchanged numbers and then Scott came outside with me to call an Uber. As we walked outside we spotted Chris's car parked across the street.

"He's here already"

"You can go, i'll be okay on my own"

"No way! Im not leaving you alone out here" he said being extra dramatic.

Scott's phone rang and he showed me the screen with Chris's name.

"Hey..... no everything's fine y/n is just getting an Uber. Um.... okay hold on" he looked at me "Chris said he'll take you home"

"An Ubers fine...."

"Come on let us take you. Please? For me?"

"Fine" i threw my hands up sighing "lets go".

I let Scott get in the front with chris while i sat in the back.

"You guys have fun?" He asked as he pulled out on to the road.

"It was sooo good. You missed out" Scott said drunkenly looking at his brother with a grin.

"Well i wasn't invited"

"Oh god...." i muttered to myself rolling my eyes, i was too drunk for this. I let my head fall back and closed my eyes.... maybe i could just sleep until we reached my place.

I managed to fall asleep until my cell started ringing. I fumbled around in my clutch for the phone and answered without seeing who it was.

"Hello"

"Y/N its Sue" i heard Hannah's mom's voice come through, i instantly opened my eyes on full alert.

"Sue, is everything okay.... is Mace ok?"

"He's actually not feeling well, he's been sick and has a fever. Y/N he's just crying and asking for you"

"Shit, um okay.... christ why did i drink so much"

"Hey whats wrong with Mason?" Chris asked meeting my eyes in the rear view.

"He's been sick and has a fever, he keeps asking for me"

"We can go get him, just tell me where i gotta go".

"Sue we'll be there in 10 minutes" i told her after i gave Chris the address "okay, see you soon" i ended the call and let my head fall back against the headrest "fuck! How the hell am i supposed to look after Mason like this"

"I can help out, i dont mind" Chris spoke up "if you need me to stay and help with Mason....."

"Thats actually not an awful idea.... at least until i've sobered up a bit. God, this is why i dont go out getting wasted!"

"You couldn't have known he'd get sick"

"But i should've been there for him...." i was suddenly feeling guilty for not being there for my baby boy.

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luninosity · 4 years

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It’s @whumptober2020 time again! For prompt 10 – “they look so pretty when they bleed,” specific prompts: blood loss/trail of blood; AND prompt 15 – “into the unknown,” specifically magical healing!

Time for some more Evanstan with witch!Seb! This story takes place in the same universe as “every inch of north and south.” Warnings for...blood & magically inflicted injuries? I promise he’s going to be fine though! It’s magical healing, after all!

Chris steps in through the side door of Sebastian’s magician’s consultation rooms, where the wards know him as Seb’s boyfriend; he’s tired but cheerful, because it’s been a productive day of meetings about the directorial project he’s taking on for fun, the film about rescue dogs, and also he’s brought coffee for Seb from that new place down the street they’ve been meaning to try.

He’s expecting the familiar tickle of Seb’s magic, and he smiles, the way Seb’s wards generally smile back, all warm and smoky and glittery as opals.

The magic is familiar. It recognizes him. But it’s also wrong. Frantic. Scurrying. Spiking. Singing and shouting, sounds Chris doesn’t quite physically hear but feels—

He’s not a witch the way Sebastian is. But he is magic-sensitive, kind of adjacent to it and aware of it if it’s happening, and he’s Seb’s boyfriend. Sebastian’s magic knows that.

The hairs at the nape of his neck stand up. His skin prickles.

He takes another step. “Seb? Sebastian?”

No answer. But Sebastian’s protective magic’s shrieking now, a cacophony of clashing melodies and scents and textures—burning scarlet and blinding gold and copper on Chris’s tongue and whistles in his ears—and it wraps coils around his wrists and ankles and begs for his help—

He runs. Shoving coffee onto Seb’s table next to the silver scrying bowl. Heart twisting in his chest at the sight of neatly labeled herb-bottles and jars on the shelf, at Seb’s black leather jacket tossed over a chair, as if Sebastian’d expected to be right back—

“Sebastian? You in here?” Something nags at his brain; his eyes catch up after a second.

A space on the wall rack. A missing knife. The silver one, the moon-knife.

Sebastian’s protected against most ordinary blades, but magicians sometimes need to offer drops of blood. Seb’s got a few specific knives for that purpose, which means a few weaknesses. Chris tries to breathe. To think.

Sebastian doesn’t have any specific enemies, not that he knows about; magicians can be envious and prickly and wary, but Sebastian’s generous and happy and clever and kind, and good at warding-spells, also.

But Seb had said—something, that morning—something about being asked to consult on a local case, a missing child, and of course he’d said yes, and Chris had nodded because that was a good thing, of course…but Sebastian hadn’t said it’d be anything difficult…

Or had he? By not saying so, by smiling, by kissing Chris as a distraction?

Sebastian’s a good witch but—in his own words—not anywhere near the sorcerers of legend. Gifted at cures and summonings and counter-curses, not at leveling mountains or flattening enemy armies. And he and Chris have only been a them for three months—maybe Seb hadn’t wanted him to worry…

Chris is worried now. Chris is fucking terrified now. “Seb! If you’re here, if you can hear me—say something, come on—”

Magic pulls at his arm, insistent. Wind howls past his ears, though nothing in the main consultation room physically stirs.

He spins in the direction of the tugging. Of the two doors plus small staircase, one leads to Seb’s distillery and store-room; the other’s the private workroom, for anything that can’t be handled out in the sunny front space. The staircase goes up to Sebastian’s bedroom-slash-library, with the books on astronomy and the low cozy bed with the decadent satin sheets, where they’ve spent a lot of enjoyable time.

The door to the private workroom has a small trickle of red underneath it, seeping out.

Chris stares at it for a second. Then throws himself that way.

The knob, heavy and bronze, doesn’t turn. Chris slams a hand against thick wood. “Sebastian!”

No sound.

“Sebastian, please! Can you—you gotta open the door, Seb—just that, you can do that—let me in, please, Seb, just try—”

No word from Sebastian; but a click echoes through horrified silence. This time the knob turns.

The red’s blood and the blood’s so much, a vicious trail that stretches crimson from the door to a puddle over tidy chalk lines and up to—to—

Chris’s lips say Sebastian, without noise, even as he’s flinging himself across the room. A sizzle scratches down his spine, a hint of burning singes his arm-hair, as he crosses chalk marks; but it’s weak. He doesn’t care.

Sebastian, lying on his back, blinks and tries to focus as Chris bends over him. He’s clearly just collapsed in place, knocking over equipment along the way. The knife lies silver and deadly amid broken ceramic bits of what looks like a coffee-mug; Sebastian can do scrying-work with anything, Chris knows, and is actually best with an object he uses daily, a coffee-cup friend, a connection. The big silver bowl in the consultation room’s mostly for effect.

Sebastian’s bleeding from—from everywhere, all over, red soaking his shirt and jeans, Chris’s jeans where he’s kneeling in the puddle, Sebastian’s hair—red streaks Seb’s face, his nose and mouth, his ears, his bared and laid-bare arms, which Chris almost can’t look at because of the raw—

He clamps hands over the closest wrist. Sebastian’s blood’s hot. Sticky. “Seb—oh god—”

Sebastian coughs. Starts to talk, coughs again, then manages, “Oh, hey…love you…”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Seb—I love you, of course I—what, how, what can I—no, no, oh god, Seb—”

“Not…as bad…as it looks…”

“It looks like you’re fucking dying!”

“Well…not quite…that was his plan…but it’s not all me…the water…”

Chris looks more closely. It’s true: it’s not all Sebastian’s blood. The water from the coffee mug’s thinned it and spread it out and contributed to the pool.

Contributed to. Not all of. He’s keeping hands over Sebastian’s left arm, holding edges together. The right arm’s just as bad; Seb’s still horribly injured, blood pulsing under Chris’s fingers, making them slippery. “What can I do?”

“I’m…trying to…heal it.” Sebastian’s face is white. His eyes stand out against the lack of color: that silvery grey-blue Chris loves so much, now etched with pain. “We found her…the girl…it wasn’t that hard, I’m good at talking to the earth…and to water…I just…wasn’t expecting to fight an amateur warlock for her…I won, obviously…”

“Obviously…”

“He’s not dead, don’t worry…I don’t do that…just in custody…sort of very not conscious, I think. Him, not me.”

“Let me help,” Chris pleads, hands wet, jeans wet, workroom wet with hideous ruby splashes. “Please. Anything.”

“I can’t…” Seb coughs again. Then shuts his eyes. When he opens them his voice is noticeably weaker. “I can’t ask you to…”

“You’re not. I’m offering. I love you, Seb. I said fucking anything. Do it. I’m here.”

“It’ll hurt.” Sebastian’s trying hard to sound more all right, and failing. “Chris…”

“Don’t you fucking dare ask me if I’m sure.”

“No…I know you are.” A ghost of a smile hovers at the corner of Seb’s mouth: bittersweet, evanescent, affectionate. “Okay. I can stop it…I think…but I could use an anchor…more strength…getting kind of tired, here…but you’re good at awareness, at being present…”

“I am.” He presses harder. Some of the cuts are healing—he can see them—but not enough. “I can do that. What do you need me to do?”

“Look at me,” Sebastian whispers. “Look at me, think about me…about who I am, who you think of…when you think of me…and just relax, be open, let me in…”

Chris draws a wobbly breath. Lets it out. Keeps his hands over the deepest slash. Focuses on Sebastian’s face, Sebastian’s eyes.

Sebastian, he thinks. Bright and beautiful, ridiculous and generous. Made of stories and magic, a smile through a coffee-scented drift of steam, a love of pizza and outer space and other people. Pure joy in running around the woods on a hike, by turns jumping out at Chris from behind trees or just talking to said trees, running a hand over them, starting conversations.

Sebastian’s eyes are cool and sweet, shimmering like mist and starlight. Chris finds himself distantly aware of the rest of the world—his hands trying to hold Seb together, the way his jeans stick to his legs, the hardness of the workroom floor—but it’s all going dimmer now, far away.

More, if Seb needs that. More intimate, more personal. In bed, under him, laughing and fearless. Sebastian sprawled out half atop him, cat-napping, both of them naked and contented in sunshine. The smoothness of Seb’s skin, the dip where his back curves into his ass, the soft little sound he makes when Chris caresses him just right.

Sebastian doesn’t say anything aloud, but Chris feels something like a yes, rose-pink and amber-laced and dancing like eighties rock music because Seb likes Bon Jovi: Sebastian’s magic, worn thin but glinting and prismatic, reaches out. It draws him in.

He’s always thought Sebastian’s magic felt and tasted like light, so many kinds of light: wry cool moonbeams and lazy honeyed sun-thrumming and mischievous star-twinkles and quiet shafts of shyly happy radiance unexpectedly hiding in deep green pools. The burst of airiness from a cloud-like meringue. Whipped cream and edible gold dust. The kiss of sun through water in a lake. The hushed glowing of candles, lit with a thought, pooling liquid along entwined bodies.

Right now the light’s present—Chris can feel it, can taste it—but very ragged, scarlet-tinged. It asks without words, wistful; Sebastian’s giving him one last chance to duck out, he understands. Sebastian isn’t sure that Chris should have to do this, maybe because it’s only been three quick months, maybe because Seb himself wants this so badly—Chris can feel that the same way he can feel how much Seb loves him; no lying here in this place—and Seb is consequently afraid it can’t be true.

Fuck that, he thinks: you saved me once already, you save me every day I get to kiss you, you make my life more full of magic; let me save you; I love you.

And Sebastian laughs: stunned, grateful, overwhelmed. And accepts.

Pain hits first. White-hot and searing. Chris can’t even scream. Can’t think. Can’t process the sensations. If that’s what Seb’s been feeling—how is he even talking, how is he alive, how—

Sebastian does something else, some tug at a thread in the embroidery of shades of light around them. The pain ebbs: not gone, but covered over by clean wintergreen and mint. The sense this time’s vaguely apologetic, though distracted: Seb’s having to juggle a lot of those threads, with no energy to spare.

Chris shakes his head. Tries to project don’t worry about me, I can take it that direction. Sebastian does a sort of mental headshake right back at him, and then—

It’s the strangest feeling. Not bad, not exactly—but dizzying. Stomach-flipping. Vertiginous. The light’s laced itself into his head, his gut, his chest—and it pulls gently and tugs and draws something out of him, taking it in, leaving him lightheaded as it drains.

His heart thumps faster. He’s off-balance, shaken. And it’s something like a release as well, not orgasmic but close, something like Sebastian stroking him or sucking him until the climax rushes up and out involuntarily, nothing he can do to hold it back, as he shudders and cries out at the flood of release, emptying himself into Seb’s mouth or hand or body.

The world still tastes like mint, and a little like pain, hot and copper and iron-sharp, but Seb’s shielding him from the worst of it, he’s aware.

He can feel Sebastian’s magician’s fingertips skillfully taking each strand, each bit of Chris’s energy, and patiently painstakingly reweaving pieces of self: closing wounds, connecting tendons, knitting veins back together. Chris stays very quiet, holding more pieces of Sebastian in his mind as an anchor, and watches him work.

He doesn’t know how long it takes. Time doesn’t matter, not here.

He knows he’s growing more tired, more hollowed out; he can feel that. Giving himself, and gladly—but even as he thinks that, the draining eases, and recedes, and backs away.

Sebastian’s breathing more easily. Sebastian’s arm’s whole, under his hands; Chris blinks, discovers that he has hands, that he can see and feel a world that isn’t diaphanous and timeless and made of light. He’s sticky with drying watery blood, his jeans are ruined, and he’s starving; Sebastian, still lying in the same spot on the floor, opens both eyes. His skin’s less white, and the blood on his face is dried, not new.

Chris holds his hand, his arm; runs fingertips over bright pink tender flesh, new-made skin. Gazes at Seb, amazed, in awe, thankful.

“So,” Sebastian says, visibly exhausted but with sparkling eyes, “candles? And…whipped cream?”

“It’s how you feel.” He touches Seb’s arm again. “Light. You’re not…it’s not finished. All the way.” It’s not: he can see the lines, the tracks. Closed over, safe and not spilling life anymore, but not gone.

“It’s enough for now.” Seb pushes himself up on an elbow, gingerly; he makes a face as his sleeve lands in a puddle. His shirt’s tattered and slashed open as well; so are his jeans. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“I’m not—”

“If I took much more I would. Trust me.” His eyes meet Chris’s again, less magically hypnotic this time; then flinch, glancing away from the admission of potential harm. “It’s kind of my job. Knowing how far to go. As a professional. And I can do the rest, just more slowly. Are you—”

“I’m fine!” Drained and wobbly, like he’s just run two back-to-back marathons, and his stomach’s growling. But Seb’s alive. “Should you be sitting up? What else can I do?”

Sebastian’s expression goes through several emotions, and then he just says, “Chris,” a sigh, a giving in; and he reaches out, and Chris puts both arms around him right there on the messy workroom floor, holding on.

“I love you,” Seb murmurs after a moment, head resting on Chris’s chest. “I wanted—I might’ve been okay, I was trying hard, I wanted to be—but I wasn’t sure. I was scared. I kept thinking about you, and wanting to see you, and then you were here…”

“I’m here.” He squeezes more tightly. “Brought you coffee. I had been kinda thinking we could order pizza and stay in, y’know, kind of a long day for both of us…”

“And then you walked in and found me.” Sebastian tips his head to look up at Chris more. “Sorry.”

“Hey, you were saving a kid.” He runs a hand over Seb’s hair. They both need a shower. Maybe like three showers. “My hero.”

“And you saved me. It’ll rebuild—the energy I borrowed, I mean—over a day or so, I think. How’re you feeling?”

“Hungry,” Chris says truthfully.

Sebastian stares at him, and then dissolves into giggles: loopy, tired, relieved, and above all real. “Of course…of course, yes, always, after a major working…so am I…oh, Chris. My Chris. Yes.”

“Yours,” Chris agrees, equally truthful and wholehearted. “What can I do, though? For you? You’ll need to rest, right?”

Sebastian scrunches up his nose. “Shower? And…yes. We both should, really.”

“Shower,” Chris concurs firmly, and carefully gets him up off the bloodstained floor.

He holds onto Sebastian in the shower. He holds Sebastian while red slides away down the drain. He tenderly cleans Sebastian’s skin, trying hard to keep touches weightless over recent and sensitive repairs. He kneads shampoo through Sebastian’s hair.

The scent of apples and soap rises around them, light and bracing. Sebastian tips his head back, eyes closed, water sliding down his face. He’s beautiful and tired and trusting, letting Chris keep him on his feet. Chris’s heart flutters.

The world grows easier, steadier, cleansed.

He tucks Sebastian into bed, gently, after. The workroom will handle its own clean-up—Sebastian’s got a spell in place for that, and it’s automatic—but their clothes’re probably a lost cause; Chris attempts a quick rinse and then just leaves the whole disaster in the shower for later. He can deal with it if Sebastian needs to recover.

Seb’s half-asleep and drifting, a long-legged enervated kitten, but stretches out a clumsy hand to find Chris’s. “You should rest too.”

“I will. I’m ordering pizza. Pepperoni okay?” He is, poking his phone, salvaged from a pocket; he plays with Seb’s fingers in his, sitting on the side of the bed. They’re more slender than his own, but long and graceful and talented in so many ways. Magical. “Shower, food, rest. What else?”

Seb yawns. Pink and red streak his arms and his chest, a reminder; Chris can’t not glance at the marks, unable to help it. “Well…if you wouldn’t mind…there’s a jar on the third shelf, downstairs…yarrow and lemon balm…”

“Got it.” He hops up. Throws on sweatpants. Returns with the requested jar and some trail mix and some orange juice, and eases himself into bed beside Sebastian, who smiles tiredly at him.

Chris feeds Sebastian some trail mix, gives him some sips of juice; has some himself. He’s not a witch but he does know about exertion and depletion, and this’ll help. The pizza—from their favorite local place—will be here in twenty minutes, too.

The food does seem to help. Sebastian sits up more, with pillows and Chris’s arm; Chris’s stomach feels better. Low lamplight paints the room in jeweled color, because Sebastian’s bedside lamp is set with tiny lapidary bits of glass. It’s soft and warm and rich, tracing light-patterns over the bed, the blankets, Sebastian’s hair.

Chris dips fingers into spell-infused balm, and begins to stroke it across Seb’s arm. The night takes a breath, scented with healing herbs and protective lemon, and unwinds. Tension ebbs, dwindles, fades: not wholly gone but ameliorated. Sebastian’s ward-spells are quiet and pleased.

He’d thought he’d gotten used to dating a magician. He mostly has: he’s purely delighted when he gets to watch Seb help people, find lost puppies, talk to raindrops. He adores Sebastian’s genius and Seb’s playful sense of humor and Seb’s cheerful way of getting the strings of the universe to play along.

He’d forgotten, or maybe just not thought about, the fact that his boyfriend’s one of the most genuinely powerful white witches currently practicing. Someone the authorities ask when they need assistance. Someone who can fight a warlock at a distance and win.

Seb says he’s not that powerful and laughs about it, but he’s comparing himself to centuries-old stories: no one’s that strong, not these days. Sebastian’s better than he admits to being, though. Good enough that other people come to him for advice. That includes other white witches; Chris knows Sebastian’s done some consultations with colleagues before.

Chris Evans is a director, an actor, a producer of movie-magic stories. Good at empathy, moderately famous these days, and power-sensitive, a little. It’s not nothing, but it’s not the same.

He keeps his touch cautious, not wanting to put any pressure on newly made skin. “How’s this?”

“Good.” Seb yawns again, sleepy. “It’ll help…healing, renewing…’s an old classical recipe, this one…stored power, infused in it, kind of…it shouldn’t even scar, with this.”

“So it won’t cost you anything, like, in terms of power, right now.” He touches Seb’s chest, spreads balm across a thin angry line. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“You’re not.” Sebastian gazes up at him: gorgeous as ever, brilliant as ever, powerful as ever, and right now vulnerable and somehow younger, framed by a navy satin pillowcase and the familiarity of them both mostly naked in this bed. “Thank you.”

“Don’t,” Chris says, heart aching with the word, with too many complicated emotions, with love. “You don’t have to say it.”

“But—”

“You’d do it for me.”

“If you ever for some reason had to fight a warlock, I would. You said you had a long day too…?”

“Long, but good.” His hand over Sebastian’s tanned skin, his fingertips bringing healing. Sebastian’s chest lifting and falling, vital and present. “Getting things moving on the heroic rescue dogs movie. Lots of the boring stuff today—logistics, budget, all that—but it’s stuff that has to happen first, so it’s kinda fun, y’know?”

Sebastian just looks at him for a second; the smile warms every atom of those opal oceans, and makes the small joyous lines around them crinkle.

Chris has to laugh, half-embarrassed, paying some closer attention to healing balm and a darker less-knitted red line. “Okay, what?”

“I love you.” Seb reaches up to touch his wrist. “I just…I’m really glad you’re here.”

“Me too? Um. About you.”

“Not just tonight, I mean.”

“Hey,” Chris says, heart in his throat, in his words, in his eyes as he looks at Sebastian, “I’m glad I was here tonight. I want to be here, Seb, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Sebastian’s cheeks are pinker now, but he nods. “I’m here too.”

“I know you are.”

“Tell me about your meetings,” Seb requests drowsily, “and all about your movie, again, and the dogs,” and Chris laughs a little, scrubs a hand over his treacherously damp eyes, and does, while gently treating Sebastian’s battle scars in between nibbles of food and traded kisses.

#whumptober2020 #no.10 #no.15 #blood loss #trail of blood #magical healing #evanstan #fic #injury tw #blood tw #my fic #every inch of north and south #the sequel #well sort of #not the actual sequel i will someday write #with the sex spell #witch!seb

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Chapter 10 (The Innocent)

It's officially the day of Olivia's quince and Monse, Ruby, and Elizabeth were handing out programs to people in the church.

"Bless you," Ruby said to a person entering, "can you believe we were here only a few hours ago?"

"When there was hope," Monse said.

"Oh, my God!" Ruby said, but saw the pastor next to him, "I mean goodness. Seriously?"

"What?" Elizabeth asked as she handed a couple a program.

"There is a typo in the program. 'Their' is spelled with an e-r-e instead of e-i-r. Only e-i-r shows possession,"

"Really?" Monse glared at Ruby, "you think this is a time to grammar troll?"

"Jamal was supposed to double check before they were printed," Ruby stressed.

"Add it to the list. He's a loser," Monse rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I know you're mad, but try to temper the 'tude today," Ruby advised Monse, "be cool when Jamal gets here,"

"He's not coming. We're better for it," Monse spat.

"What about Olivia?" Ruby asked, "Cesar probably won't show either,"

"We don't know that," Monse insisted.

"He just killed someone," Ruby hissed at their friend.

"We don't know that for sure," Monse still insisted.

"Monse..." Elizabeth trailed off, "we know,"

Olivia and Jasmine emerged from the back with Jasmine looking very sickly and pale while Olivia looked like she just wanted to get away from Jasmine. However, Jasmine started coughing and got closer to Ruby and started almost leaning on him.

"Lover, can I borrow your pocket square?" Jasmine held out her hand.

"Use your hand!" Ruby freaked out, moving to stand next to Monse.

"I think you need to go back inside, Jas," Elizabeth said.

"But away from me," Olivia quickly said.

"Then where should I go?" Jasmine asked.

"Daycare center," Ruby said, but everyone just looked at him, "what? Babies are always sick,"

Olivia sighed, "have you seen Cesar?"

"Not yet. But you know Cesar, dude takes forever to primp. I bet he's on his way," Monse smiled at the newly 15 year old girl.

"Olivia, let's go back inside and get ready," Elizabeth walked away with Olivia in attempt to distract her, "you look beautiful,"

"Thank you," Olivia smiled, "you too,"

"Gracias. Now I gotta go ask someone something. Be back soon," Elizabeth walked back out to see Cesar with his head shaved, "hey, baldy. Nice of you to finally show up,"

After a long ceremony, it was finally time for people to talk to the princess and get pictures in. Ruby, Monse, Cesar, and Elizabeth went up to Olivia as Cesar kissed her cheek.

"Hey, you looked incredible out there," Cesar smiled at his girlfriend.

"That's good because my knees are wrecked. Kneeling for an hour is not a blessing," Olivia joked.

"But you are blessed," Elizabeth walked back to Ruby and Monse to give the couple their space. Olivia walked away after a while to talk to a few more guests while Cesar went back to their friends.

"It was a nice ceremony," Ruby said, trying to fill in the awkward silence.

"Yeah," Cesar nodded.

"You didn't kill him," Monse stared at her crush.

"Monse!" Elizabeth looked at her friend incredulously.

"He's not dead, but...he's gone," Cesar nodded.

"What does that mean?" Monse asked.

"He ran, Mon," Elizabeth filled in the blank.

"C'mon, Ruby. Help your dad pack the car. Come on!" Geny walked by with the twins.

Ruby's dad just looked at Ruby, "I do need help," Geny left the church, "with your mother. Not the car,"

"Give me a minute," Ruby said as his dad left.

"If Latrelle's dead, doesn't that make you vulnerable?" Monse asked.

"It's handled and we never talk about it again," Cesar said, "now this is Olivia's day, and if I were you, I'd be more worried about those dance steps,"

"Ruby!" Geny poked her head inside, "por favor!"

"I'll see you guys back at the house," Ruby rushed outside.

Everyone was now at Ruby's house getting the party started in the backyard as Ruby got the damas and chambelanes ready. Abuelita came inside with a few of her friends with food and went to Ruby.

"Mijo, where are we gonna set up the buffet?"

"On the tables in the back," Ruby smiled.

"But they're not there," Abuelita informed.

"What? Well who moved them?" Ruby became irritated.

"A guy told me he needed them," Cesar stood up.

"It was the fireworks guy," Monse interjected.

Olivia gasped, "we're having fireworks?"

"Thank you. Thank you everyone for spoiling the surprise," Ruby sarcastically smiled, "yes. Fireworks at 9:30,"

"Someone get his panties out of a bunch," Abuelita looked at the group.

"Nothing is spoiled," Olivia walked to Ruby.

"Oh, no, we're just down two dames and a chambelan. Thank you, Eli," Ruby rolled his eyes, "and one of your surprises is ruined,"

"One of my surprises?"

Elizabeth couldn't take the stress Ruby was creating for himself so she went out to the porch in her yellow dress, sitting on the steps. She had her legs together and looked up at the night sky, hearing a little of her friends' conversation, "D to C numbers? Is that dick to coochie..." Monse started.

"Get your head out of the gutter!" Ruby exclaimed, "dames to chambelanes,"

"Princesa," a familiar voice called.

Elizabeth stood up and saw Oscar at the gate, "you came,"

"Of course, Eli," Oscar smiled.

"And you dressed up?" Elizabeth smiled at the dickies pants and button up he had on, "you look as handsome as ever,"

The two went to the backyard as the dance started and watched, clapping at the end. Elizabeth left Oscar's side to congratulate the group at not failing the dance to see Olivia's hair falling so she nudged Monse to help her. The two girls walked away and during the time they were away, Ruby was looking at a phone. Suddenly, he walked to the girls and pulled Olivia away to go inside so Elizabeth left Monse and Cesar alone to go back to Oscar, standing in front of him.

"Everything is falling into place," Elizabeth smiled at the sight before her.

"I'm glad," Oscar kissed Elizabeth's cheek, "as long as you're happy,"

Soon the group pulled Elizabeth to dance with them, she tried to pull Oscar, but he denied and stood back to watch her. Her beauty still struck him as he stared, dazed at the sight of her laughing and smiling with her friends. Minutes went by when Elizabeth had seen a hooded figure walk through the crowd and she got a bad feeling so she played it off by moving to the side closer to the figure. She had seen the glare of the gun the same time that Ruby had seen it so Ruby yelled Cesar's name to warn him, but Elizabeth pushed Olivia and Ruby down on the ground when the bullet pierced into her back.

Screams were heard as the bullet went through Elizabeth and grazed Ruby on the arm. Oscar's worst nightmares had come to life when he saw Elizabeth fall down with the blood spreading through her yellow dress.

"Princesa! Princesa!" Oscar yelled as he pushed people and sank to his knees to hold onto his girlfriend, "call 911! Ay, Dios mio. Baby, come on keep your eyes open. Let me see your beautiful eyes,"

"Eli!" Ruby yelled as blood ran down his arm and his mother was yelling.

Elizabeth couldn't do anything except try to catch her breath and stare at Oscar, but she had so much to say to him, "I-I love y-y-you,"

"Por qué? Why did you have to put yourself in front?! te quiero también," Oscar had tears going down his face as her eyes started closing, "No. Mi amor, open your eyes!"

Everyone started crying at the sight of the usually emotionless leader leaning over the body of his girlfriend as paramedics went to take her to the hospital. Once they took her, Oscar stood up with his clothes stained in his girlfriend's blood and started making his way towards Cesar.

"Oscar, I'm sor-," Cesar got cut off by the fist of his older brother.

"Latrelle was supposed to be dead!" Oscar yelled, "you were supposed to shoot! Now look! Elizabeth is going to the hospital for a gunshot that was supposed to be for Latrelle,"

"I'm sorry!" Cesar yelled.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Cesar," Oscar's voice changed to Spooky, "don't come home,"

"What?" Cesar asked, "Oscar, please don't do this,"

His words fell on deaf ears as Oscar ran to his car and sped to the hospital, running inside after throwing his car in park. He ran inside, but when he got to the waiting room he saw Leticia sobbing so he slowly went up to her. Leticia felt a presence so she looked up to see Oscar with tear stained cheeks, she did the only thing that came to her mind. She wrapped her arms around him as the two cried for the tragedy that hit their loved on.

As time ticked, Ruby got patched up as Monse, Cesar, Ruby, Olivia, and Jamal waited with Oscar and Leticia to update. Hours went by as anxiety levels grew and the doors opened with a doctor coming though.

"Elizabeth Hernandes?" the doctor called as everyone stood, "she is stable, but put in an induced coma so her body can heal,"

"How long?" Oscar crossed his arms.

"Week until she's up," the doctor cleared his throat, "she can have visitors, but two at a time,"

"Mrs. Hernandes, is it possible if I can go in with you?" Oscar asked.

"Of course, mijo. Call me ma," Leticia gave a sad smile to the man, "I have a feeling you guys are gonna last,"

Oscar smiled softly at the future that could happen with the girl that lay on a hospital bed. The way her nose crinkles when he kisses it and scrunches up when she sees something nasty to the way she instinctively curls up to him when she falls asleep. All of her good and bad things still keeps him absolutely entranced whenever she walks into a room. His thoughts came to a pause when he caught sight of her usually tan skin being pale, her torso bandaged up, and all the IVs that are hooked up to her. All he could really think is how he didn't tell her he loved her before and now they're in a hospital.

Moments passed and Oscar couldn't stand the sight of his princesa looking so helpless as he ran out of the room and into the waiting room, tears encased in his eyes. His hands went behind his head, trying to get as much air in until Sad Eyes came in with Rico and Lorca. When he set his eyes on them, tears started coming out on all four cholos.

"What's going on?" Rico sniffled.

"She's stable, but had to be in an induced coma," Oscar sat down, "fuck, what if she doesn't make it? Ella es mi número uno, manos,"

"Yo sé, Spooky. She's gonna pull through, homie," Lorca cleared his throat.

Leticia went up to the cholos, "Oscar, can you introduce me? Assuming they know my daughter,"

"Sí," Oscar wiped his tears, "this is Julian Guzman, Ricardo Cardenas, and Vincent Gomez,"

"Hola, would you guys like to have dinner with me tonight? I want to gather all of her friends together," Leticia smiled at the four men.

"Sí, señora Hernandes," all 4 men chorused, "gracías,"

"Meet in two hours and, Oscar, go to tu casa y take a shower and clean up, mijo," Leticia instructed.

"Sí, ma, pero you don't have to make dinner," Oscar said, "get carry out at any restaurant," Oscar handed her two hundred, "get food and then rest,"

"Gracías, Oscar," Leticia put a hand on his cheek, "I'm glad Eli found you. You and your friends can stay the night too, I don't want you guys out this late,"

A week passed and Elizabeth can wake up any day now so after every run, every shift, and every school day, everyone was there, waiting. It was Sunday and the start of December, everyone was there talking until Oscar, who sat by her side, saw her hand twitch. He stared a little longer at her hand to make sure so when he saw it twitch again so he stood up fast, making the chair fall.

"Bebe!" Oscar grabbed Elizabeth's hand, "c'mon, open your eyes,"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the girl with anticipation.

"'S-sup, fool?" Elizabeth croaked, "agua,"

Ruby grabbed the cup with his good hand and went to her side to put the straw in her mouth, letting her drink and rehydrate.

"How are you, Ruby? Olivia?" Elizabeth looked at them worried.

"Eli, we are fine! You need to worry about you," Olivia chuckled.

Oscar cleared his throat, "get out. I need to talk to her," Elizabeth hit Oscar as he rolled his eyes, ú"por favor," everyone filed out as Oscar picked up the chair and sat down next to the girl that made him feel normal, "hey, hermosa. I didn't get to tell you this while you were conscious, but I l-love you,"

"Big bad leader loves lil ol' me?" Elizabeth teased, "I love you too, bebe,"

The two smiled big as the door opened again, revealing a doctor and Eliabeth's mother and father.

"Papa?" Elizabeth teared up.

"Mi amor, how are you feeling?" Armando Hernandes asked.

"Good," Elizabeth cleared her throat, "how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Muy buen not that you're ok. I hear you got a novio," Armando saw Oscar, "es tú novio, Eli?"

"Sí, papa," Elizabeth grinned.

"Hola, señor," Oscar shook Armando's hand, "me llamo Oscar,"

"Hola, Oscar. Me llamo Armando. I hear you love my daughter, yes? You would do anything for her?"

"Sí. Even if it means dying for her," Oscar grasped Elizabeth's hand.

"Good. there is something about you that I trust pero if you make her shed one tear, I am gonna shoot you,"

"Papa," Elizabeth groaned.

"Qué?" Armando asked, "it's true,"

"Alright," the doctor stepped in, "Elizabeth, looks like you can go, but you have to have light exercises and check up is next month,"

"Ok. See you next month," Elizabeth grinned.

#Oscar Diaz #oscar spooky diaz #oscar diaz imagine #oscar diaz x reader #oscar diaz imagines #spooky diaz #spooky diaz x reader #spooky diaz imagines #spooky diaz imagine #omb #on my block #netflix #netflix on my block #julio macias #julio macias fanfic #julio macias fanfiction #the innocent oscar diaz fanfiction

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Chapter 2

Lilith stood there paralyzed as the demon in child form walked towards her sister. Her magic was gone snuffed out like a candle. Lilith couldn’t even a cast a spell to warm her body and she felt so.. cold.

“Such a monstrous creature .. I should make this permanent.. No, I won’t do that, it’s not what Eda would want..”

”That voice.... Her entire presence feels so dark...” Lilith felt horrified at the feeling of the human’s mind..

Warmth began to return to Lilith’s body and she slowly began to recover. Just in time to see a human child undoing her curse with ease.. Seconds after she begins to gawk at Luz who had reclaimed Eda’s staff and began to fly away.

Thirty minutes later…

“She is to be left alone..”

“Sir?”

“She altered the flow of your magic twisted it with ease..” Emperor Belos sat in the chair with a cold demeanor.. “Luz or whatever the entity wishes to call itself could have stripped the magic from your body as easily as breathing..”

“But isn’t she a danger?”

“Immensely so.. Nevertheless the power she possess though infinite could be taxing on her mind. Notice the duality she struggled with after casting such a spell.. The more power she accesses the more memories there is of this Shabragnido in her mind..” The Emperor shook his head at the idea of that. This entity was an unknown. Letting it loose was dangerous, but provoking it when it proved capable of damaging his palace despite his best spell? That was foolish..

“And my sister?”

“The same.. Keep your distance until this creature is gone or weakened..”

“.. Yes my lord..”

“The Human is dangerous, but can be maneuvered around... The instincts of this entity however.. It’s an animal it craves destruction...” The Emperor seemed fascinated and yet repulsed as he continued to described her true nature.. “And the scale of it’s appetite are for lack of a better word far reaching… I have never felt such sadism from any being.. She wanted you dead Lilith in a way a mere mortal cannot desire.. The only thing that held her back from finishing you off is Amity Blight..”

“Amity?”

“Love…” Bellow began to laugh cruelly.. His head shook with cruel mirth.. “Such a novel thing.. And so easily twisted.. Hard to believe such a malicious thing like Luz Noceda could love..”

There was a cruel cackle of laughter that echoed from the throne room. And all across the palace even the servants of the emperor shivered in fear.

Elsewhere…

Luz looked in the mirror trying to find anymore demonic features staring back.. She finally sighed in relief. Besides her red eyes and her shadow occasionally flickering between a demonic figure or a girl; Luz still looked human for the most part.

“What am I gonna do?”

“Kid don’t worry.. Word up the grapevine is that you’re not to be crossed..” Eda patted Luz on the shoulder trying her best to comfort the young girl.. “Apparently whatever show you put on has them spooked..”

“Great..” Luz smiled sarcastically.. “Hexside is gonna be awesome..”

The following day…

Luz was not used to being avoided like this. The countless eyes staring at her with fear and trepidation were unsettling. More so was the reverence some of the faculty and the older students were showing..

“Lord Ruby Eyes….” Principal Bump gave a bow as he passed Luz by. “We’ll attempt to keep classes normal as per your desires..”

“Thanks…” Luz continued to walk through the hallways only to come across Willow and Gus. She smiled at the sight of them and approached them. “Hey guys how are you doing?”

“Oh hey Luz.. We’re doing fine..” Willow seemed rather unsure of herself. Her family were of the old worshipers devoted to the first dragons. They knew of the battles between Ruby Eye and her Lord.. “I’m glad you made it out in one piece.”

“Thanks I’m glad you’re doing good as well..” Luz hugged Willow who was caught off guard but she embraced her friend tightly.. “You guys didn’t get in trouble did you?”

“Nope..”

“Our parents.. were concerned but they’re holding off judgment…”

“Judgment?”

“You’re kinda a religious figure in Old Witch lore..” Amity walked in with a small smile. She held several books upon approaching Luz.. “You made combat magic, curses, hexes, transformation magic, we owe you much and it’s terrifying having your legends walking among you.. Especially when there’s a lot of evidence you are who you say you are.. Your aura is old, ageless, and dark and you matched Emperor Bellows easily despite being a “human”.. No one wants to make a god angry.”

“But I’m not a god it’s just me..” Luz protested even as her shadow shifted once again to the notice of Willow and Guz.. She muttered annoyed and was about to protest. Suddenly it felt like static in her brain and there was the taste of copper in her mouth. Then Luz looked at her hands and saw they were soaked in blood.. “No…..” The girl couldn’t believe what she was seeing and was distrusted by it.. “No No No No NO NO NO..”She ran towards the water fountain.

The girl scrubbed and scrubbed trying to get the blood off. She heard the crying of children and death screams of countless people. It hurt, it hurt so much and to feel that to understand that was absolute torture..

“Please stop it Luz!!”

You gotta stop Luz..”

“Luz!”

How many people did she kill as Shabragnido? How many jealous husband cursed their wives using her spells? How many kings sacrificed their children for power in her name. How many civilizations did she lay to waste just because she enjoyed doing it?

“Please stop Luz!”

“Your hurting yourself please stop Luz!!”

“LUZ!!”

Luz finally stopped scrubbing. There was never any blood she finally realized that. Though her hands was heavily rubbed raw and shaking. “Amity…” She grabbed her friend tightly and began to cry..

“It’s going to be okay Luz..” Amity promised..

The classes were thankfully over quickly though Luz had to lean on Amity constantly for her support.

That Afternoon..

“Well I figured something like this could happen.. Luz’s old life is ancient. And reawakening her powers has caused those memories to unspool. It’s not gonna be an easy job.”

“But you can do it right?” Amity looked at her crush’s mentor.

“Of course I can, best witch on the boiling isles here..” Eda boasted before sighing looking tired. Despite the fact that physically she felt great and had even regained her red hair; the witch was exhausted after making this artifact. Hopefully this would block out her old memories for a short time.. “Now once the spells have set this will keep your past from rearing it’s ugly head during the day. But you need to take it off later after school it has to recharge after eight hours.. Also your mind needs to deal with these memories Luz..”

A black head band glowed yellow mysteriously in Eda’s hands..

“Are you sure!?”

“Yes and I’m serious this could cause damage to your mind..” Eda gave her apprentice a stern no nonsense gaze. She wouldn’t budge on this in the slightest and upon seeing the over enthusiasm for the artifact put it into a jewelry box and locked it.. “You’ll take it off after school and you’ll be doing mental exercises with Amity and me for a few months..”

“Exercises?”

“Excuse me?”

“After your little excursion last time into Willow’s mind. I think you get the gist of it..” Eda leaned down to Luz and hugged her tightly for a moment. “It’s something similar but you two are gonna do deep diving and organizing of Luz’s old memories.. It’s going to be hard.. But, it’ll get easier and eventually you won’t need those little tuneups..”

“So this is not a permanent thing?”

“No it’s just a matter of helping Luz’s mind deal with the impending shift in gears.. Once that’s done she can heal naturally..”

“Oh thank goodness…”

“Why? Are you worried about seeing your crush’s mind?”

“Shh Luz doesn’t know that!!” Amity blushed angrily as she looked towards Luz who still seemed to be stuck in her thoughts. Thankfully she heard nothing.. “She’s going through a lot right now!! Luz can hear about that later..”

“Sure just don’t wait too long. Last thing we really need is a love triangle..”

Amity glared at Eda even as she fought to keep her face from blushing hard. She couldn’t believe her teacher and this woman were related..

“There’s something that I’m wondering about… Is Shabragnido really me?” Luz looked towards her shoes trying to avoid seeing what form her shadow was taking on at the moment. ”Part of me says yes…Or am I just a vessel for him? I feel things he felt, remember things he experienced. But, this goes beyond just sympathy or empathy doesn’t it?”

“There’s no one else in there Luz..” Eda waved off her concerns of identity.. She held her apprentice’s gaze with a compassionate smile. For a brief moment her eyes glowed yellow for a few seconds. “Frankly your soul looks different.. At some angles it looks human, and others it looks like an overpowered demon.. But, it’s just you Luz.. There’s just more to you than you actually knew about.”

“What if I go full demon? What I get swallowed up in all these memories..” Luz’s eyes began to tear up only for Amity to take hold of her shoulder and smile. “Thank you Amity..”

“No problem it’s what friends are for..”

“Now then let’s get started.. Here’s hoping you kids don’t land into one of Luz’s fantasies..”

“What?!” The two girls screamed before they both faded into Luz’s mind. Eda shook her head laughing to herself. There was a sudden knock at the door she tensed for a moment before summoning her staff. The Elder Witch opened the door slightly.

“Who’s there?”

“H-Hello… Eda..”

“Leave Lilith.. You weren’t welcome here, but now my policy is shoot to kill on sight..” Eda glared at her sister with a cold unfeeling stare. She felt her mind shift to a number of deadly spells. “You’re dead to me.. Get away from my house. Go wherever you want to go, but to me Lilith Clawthorne died at age fourteen..”

“Eda..”

“I will never forgive you..”

Lilith’s head began to ring as those words rippled through her mind. The words that she never wanted to hear from her sister and haunted her darkest dreams.. Those words that were never spoken until today. I will never forgive you. I will never forgive. I will never forgive you. I will never forgive you. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!!!

Luz’s mind...

Luz and Amity slammed the door on the door. They were both blushing heavily and sweating while they walked away unable to look each other in the eye. Amity never knew Luz had such an attentive and creative imagination when it came to those things..

“Okay...” Amity looked a thousand miles away her face was blushing pink. She stared blankly ahead trying not to remember that vivid scene. Nope we are not thinking about. It’s Luz’s fantasy and I am not going to comment about it!! “Let’s just try to get into your memories and put things in order..”

“Soooo let’s get started..” Luz looked ahead towards a greek looking door.. She felt that it was new a recent emergence into her mind. “That place looks like a good place to start.”

“Ancient Atlantis… Whoa..”

“What?”

“Sorry it’s just a bit of a sore spot for witches one of the most magically developed civilizations.. Now we’re getting a look at those days..” Amity smiled excitedly. She took Luz’s hand into her own. “It’s a huge deal think of the discoveries that we can make..”

“I can’t believe that Atlantis actually real..”

They walked into the streets of an Grecian like city. Luz and Amity were in awe of the architecture. Water flowed through various aqueducts buildings were being built in seconds through magic. They were quickly approaching a black stone temple. Luz flinched at the sight of Shabragnido’s statues..

“Huh, I’ve never actually seen what Lord Ruby Eyes looked like ..”

“… So where is he? I mean where am I?”

The two girls suddenly heard the sound of laughter in the streets below the temple. They followed the sound until they saw a little girl playing with a strange horned brown rabbit with ruby eyes.. The rabbit was glumly silently even as he was forced into an embrace by the child. For a moment they actually saw a glimmer of enjoyment in it’s eyes..

“Damn my idiot of a brother..”

“Wait is that supposed to be me!? Why am I so adorable?!!”

#luz owl house #owl house #eda the owl witch #the owl house #fanfic #slayers #dragon slave #luz is shabranigdo

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laulink · 4 years

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Monochrome idea (slightly canon divergent at the beginning, then VERY canon divergent as we progress into the thing because basically Watts doesn’t do shit after Jacques’s election so our girls don’t have to deal with that) :

Weiss and Blake are in the Schnee family mansion because boring meeting with Jacques and Ironwood or whatever and they’re walking down one of the many hallways, looking at the portraits and all that. Weiss casually mentions how Jacques has cameras in every hallway for “security reasons” (but he actually just always wanted to know where his children were and what they were doing) and will surely make snide remarks when they come back if they so much as breath the wrong way. This gives Blake an idea.

She takes Weiss’ hand to make her stop walking, then when Weiss turns to look at her Blake goes into full seduction mode with bedroom eyes, low voice, making sure to accentuate the sway of her hips with every step she takes to get closer to Weiss and when she’s close enough, like 2cm away from Weiss’ face, she asks :

“So... how about we give him a real reason to get angry ?”

And Weiss catches on immediately and goes into full seduction mode right back at Blake, leaning into her, standing on her tip toes to get closer to Blake’s face, winding her arms loosely around Blake’s neck and lowering her voice too to ask “Oh ? And what exactly did you have in mind ?” and Blake understands it’s her green light to go further so she (gently) pushes Weiss against a wall, right in front of one of the cameras she noticed earlier, and presses closer to Weiss, one leg between Weiss’ and her hands wandering from Weiss’ waist to her hips.

Now that could have been enough to make Jacques angry, but why stop there, huh ? So, after getting Weiss’ mumured consent, Blake kisses her and one kiss soon becomes two, then three, then turns into a full-on makeout session.

By this point neither of the girls are really thinking anymore and Blake’s hands go down to Weiss’ thighs, eliciting a muffled moan from her, which only encourages Blake to do more. So Blake picks Weiss up, Weiss’ back still against the wall and her legs now circling Blake’s waist. They break apart to catch their breath, but Blake uses the opportunity to bring a hand to the clip of Weiss’ jacket, undo it and start kissing Weiss’ throat, making Weiss moan and hug her closer.

“You ok with me leaving marks ?

- Go wild.”

So Blake starts kissing harder and sucking on the porcelain skin, making Weiss tremble against her. Weiss starts gently scratching the base of Blake’s cat ears to see what it’ll do, which earns her a moan and a bite. Once Blake is satisfied with the string of love bites and hickeys on Weiss’ throat, she goes back up to her lips to kiss Weiss again (this is starting to get addicting), then goes down Weiss’ jaw and the other side her throat to mark it as well. But, as Blake does so, Weiss’ eyes wander off to the other side of the hallway, where she sees-

“ Yang ?”

Blake didn’t really hear Weiss, too focused on her task, and Yang starts running so Weiss has to tell Blake to stop and push her back while also calling out to Yang and asking her to wait and Blake finally gets it and is like “Oh Shit”. Both her and Weiss start running after Yang and they catch up to her in the gardens. They explain that it was all to anger Jacques, but Yang is still hurt and doesn’t want to listen to them (and ok, fair, she has a pretty big crush on Blake and thought that maybe her feelings were returned so obviously she’s hurt, this hurts as hell) so she tries to get away, but Weiss tries to hold her back, look her in the eyes to explain some more and say they’re sorry and Yang just can’t take it so she swings her (right) arm to get Weiss away from her and hits Weiss. Hard. Blake cries out, scared for Weiss, and runs to her side, 3m away from Yang because her hit was just that hard and Yang is still angry, but she also feels guilty and terrible and sorry and sad and she doesn’t know how to say all that, but Weiss looks ok, she says she’s ok when Blake asks, so Yang just books it because she can’t take all these feelings.

When everyone goes back to the car (Jacques hasn’t said a thing to Weiss and Blake, probably hasn’t seen the video yet), Yang sits as far away from Weiss and Blake as she can, all of team JNPR between them, and refuses to look at either of them. No one says a thing when Nora asks about the marks on Weiss’ neck and the rest of the car ride is deadly silent.

The next day they have to choose their next mission and Yang doesn’t even really look at the board, she takes the first mission she sees, grabs Ruby and goes. Weiss and Blake, who weren’t able to talk to her at all, decide to give her some more time and take another mission together.

The mission was supposed to be basic intel gathering, but they learn that the arms dealer they were supposed to learn more about would make a big deal at a fancy party held in the next hour or so, which meant no time to call for backup or organise an operation, so Weiss and Blake decide to get there and stop the trafficking themselves. They ambush two party-goers, steal their clothes and get changed, Blake in a white suit with a black button-down shirt and black shoes and Weiss in a blue dress with a cut on the right side to show off her right leg and her hair let down to go better with the style of the dress and when they see each other they’re just like “Holy Shit” because honestly, they’re both hella sexy.

The party involves dancing, so they dance to give them a reason to move around the room and listen to the conversations to find out where the arms dealer is. Blake isn’t so good at first, but Weiss moves her hips against Blake’s to guide her, forcing the two to stay very close, and Blake is just like “Holy Fucking Shit, the prettiest woman in existence is in MY ARMS and we’re DANCING and oh Gods she smells so nice and- SHIT, Belladonna, don’t be a CREEPER” but honestly, who can blame her, huh ? Certainly not Weiss because she’s basically in the same state, if not worse, about Blake’s strong arms and how good she looks in a suit and- oh shit she’s gay.

Anyway they find the arms dealer and manage to take him down with nothing but the weapons they had at their disposal, which means furniture, broken wine bottles and a dagger- wait, a DAGGER ?! Yeah, Weiss had a dagger strapped to her thigh, just out of view even with the cut in her dress, and Blake thinks it's very sexy of her. Especially when she notices that said cut in Weiss’ dress is even bigger now after the fight and “Oh Gods damn it THESE LEGS” and Blake had never been so aware of how GAY she is. The dude she’s putting handcuffs on until the police arrives whistles at the sight and Blake just DECKS HIM and he’s out until the cops throw him in the truck.

In the meantime, Yang’s and Ruby’s mission is over, so they’re back at Atlas Academy and Yang is just... punching training dummies in the training room, Ruby and Penny watching her from the side when Winter walks in and asks if everything’s ok.

“She’s just angry because she had a pretty big crush on Blake but she saw her and Weiss making out the other day to piss your dad off.

- RUBY, you didn’t have to TELL HER.

- ... Oh. I see. Uhm... Well then, would you like to spar with me instead of just punching these things ? I find that a real fight is usually better for the nerves than punching dummies. Also I want to see what my sister’s teammates are capable of.”

And so Yang takes Winter up on her offer both as a way to let stress out and because, well, if Winter wants to see what Yang can do, Yang WILL show her. But Winter is much stronger than Yang anticipated and the fight, consequently, much harder. By the end of it, there’s no clear winner and both women are out of breath. They sit down together to drink some water and compliment each other’s fighting style and moves. Yang realises she does feel better and turn to Winter to thank her, but stops at the view : Winter taking off her tie, opening up the first two buttons of her collar and letting her hair out of her bun, shaking her head to get the hair to fall down in waves past her shoulders. Yang is like :

“Oh My God. If I didn’t know I was gay before.”

And then Winter looks at her and smiles and Yang’s heart skips a bit and she feels her cheeks heat up from something other than the heat of the fight.

“It’s been a while since I fought like that. We should do it again sometime.

- Huh... Y-yeah, sure, I mean, of course, it would be, uh, it would be my pleasure- I MEAN-”

Winter chuckles and “Oh Fucking Shit how can someone’s laugh be SO DAMN CUTE ?!” and tells Yang she gotta go but they could talk more later and Yang can just nod while she tries not to scream in gay.

Penny and Ruby are still on the side, watching, and Ruby is trying so hard not to laugh and Penny doesn’t really get what’s going on.

“Ruby, why are you shaking ?

- I think Yang’s broken heart is healed.

- Well, that’s great !

- I also think these two are gonna get A LOT closer in the next few days.

- I’m glad ! I think they’d get along well.”

And Penny just lays her head on Ruby’s shoulder while smiling, happy that everything seems to get better, and Ruby stops laughing IMMEDIATELY because “Oh Gods her head is on my shoulder, gotta stay still, gotta stay still so she’s comfortable, oh my Gods-” and Ruby suddenly feels a little more sorry for her gay mess of a sister because she is ALSO a total gay mess when Penny’s around.

When Weiss and Blake finally come back Yang decides to talk to Blake at last and they both explain their feelings and apologise and promise to be the best friends they can be from now on.

Then they hear Weiss calling for them and when they turn, she’s standing next to Winter, both still with their hair down, Weiss back in her usual attire but without the jacket and only one belt around her waist and Winter still didn’t button up her shirt or put her tie back on.

“Everyone’s waiting for us to start eating. Are you coming ?

- Uhm... Yeah, sure, just, huh, in a minute.

- Ok, don’t take too long.”

Both sisters leave, Blake and Yang look at each other and they just go :

“The Schnee sisters, am I right ?”

And share a moment of gay understanding.

#rwby #rwby7 #rwby volume 7 #rwby spoilers #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #winter schnee #penny polendina #monochrome #checkmating #elderburn #frozen heart #nuts and dolts #mechanical rose #my writing #my post

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ericsonclan · 4 years

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Learning to Walk Again

Summary: Louis tries to help Clementine as she learns how to walk with her prosthetic leg.

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“Alright, you ready or do you need another minute?” Louis’ voice broke through Clementine’s thoughts and brought her back to this moment. She looked down at the wooden appendage laying where the bottom third of her leg used to be. Willy had been tinkering with the prosthetic for weeks now, with everyone else at Ericson giving their two cents on its design as well. When he had presented it to her this morning, Willy looked so excited that Clem had to lower her eyes for a second to hide her initial reaction.

She knew he had stayed up nights struggling to create the leg and she deeply appreciated that, but somehow seeing Willy holding the leg out to her just made what had happened all the more real. She wasn’t dealing with a broken leg; those crutches weren’t simply a temporary fix. She would either depend on them the rest of her life or she would have to learn how to walk again with a hunk of wood for a leg.

Though most of the kids were caught up in the excitement of the new leg finally being revealed, Clem caught Louis’ frown as their eyes met. He could tell she wasn’t as happy about the prosthetic as they’d been expecting. When Willy offered to help her into it so she could start walking right away, Louis stepped in and suggested everybody give Clem some space while she got used to the new leg.

Plucking the prosthetic from her limp hands, Louis had directed AJ to grab Clementine’s crutches. Once she was up, Clementine followed him over to the greenhouse where they’d be away from prying eyes as everyone went about their daily work.

It had taken some finagling to figure out how to buckle the bootstraps that kept the prosthetic in place, but with concentrated teamwork and a few jokes on Louis’ part they had finally gotten it secure. Now Clementine was simply staring at the prosthetic while Louis awkwardly twiddled his thumbs, not wanting to push her farther than she was ready to go. Finally, Clementine broke the silence.

“I’m ready,”

With concentrated effort, she began to rise up on her new leg, grasping Louis shoulders tightly. Louis kept his arms firmly around her waist, not wanting to risk a fall. Once she was stable, he loosened his grip slightly.

‘Everything alright so far?”

Clem grunted in response, trying to shift her weight.

“Y’know, comfort is one of the features we’re testing here, so be sure not to hold back on saying how it feels,”

“It doesn’t have to be comfortable, just functional,” Clementine responded, gritting her teeth as she tried to raise her good leg. She dropped it with a cry of pain, tilting backwards. Louis attempted to catch her, but ended up simply easing her fall to the ground.

“You alright? There’s no bleeding, right?” Louis frantically reached out to check her leg. Clementine angrily pushed his hand away.

“No, of course not! Just give me a minute, OK? I’ve got to catch my breath,”

Louis looked up toward the main building, searching his memory for something they could use as padding between the prosthetic and her stump. There were a lot of possibilities. He wasn’t sure what would work best.

“Clem?” Louis tried to catch her eyes, but they were glued to the ground. “Just wait a minute, OK? I’m gonna go grab something to use as padding. I’ll be right back. Don’t move.” After waiting a few seconds and seeing that she wasn’t going to respond, Louis pressed a quick kiss to her forehead, glanced down to make sure her gun was securely holstered to her side, then went sprinting in the direction of the main building.

He returned after about five minutes, arms full of sheets, blankets, pillows, a curtain and other bits and bobs he’d picked up in his mad dash through the school. A moment of panic set in when Clementine wasn’t where he’d left her.

But a stifled groan quickly drew his eyes about a dozen feet away where Clementine was desperately clinging to the ivy covered walls. With her chin set low in fierce determination, Clem dragged herself forward another step, her back turned to Louis. Her prosthetic dragged lamely across the ground, the hinge meant to simulate her ankle causing the foot piece to tilt behind the main trunk of the prosthetic.

Clementine shook the leg to snap the part back in place, then took a shaky breath as she stabilized the leg. She was clearly dreading the next step. But she still went for it. As she attempted to place her weight onto the prosthetic, her body tensed in pain and she crumpled to the ground once more with an indignant, desperate cry.

Louis rushed over, dumping the load of fabric behind him. “Clem! Clem, are you okay?”

She turned herself around just as he reached her. Her body slumped against the wall in defeat. Sweat shone on her brow and her chest was heaving. She had never looked so exhausted. Yet as Louis reached out to brush a limp curl from her face, he didn’t see the despair he had expected in her face. Instead he saw a deep, silent fury.

“Wow, babe, you made it so far while I was gone! Usain Bolt who, amirite?” Louis chuckled nervously.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t try to lighten the mood. I know it’s what you do, but… I just can’t now. OK?”

“OK,” Louis agreed softly. “Whatever you need,”

“What I need is a new leg,”

He didn’t know how to respond to that.

Clementine sighed. “I’ve already wasted so much time. I knew it was foolish, stupid, to think this leg would be the answer, but if someone needs to fetch my crutches for me one more time…” Her voice broke and she bit her lip fiercely.

“Hey,” Louis whispered, putting a hand behind her head and bringing his forehead to touch hers. “Just breathe for a second, OK? Let me hear you breathe. C’mon, just like I’ve seen you do with AJ.”

Clem took a shaky breath, held it for a second, then let it out. She repeated this a few times as Louis kept his head pressed to hers. He could feel her heartbeat pounding through her forehead. Once it had calmed a bit, he pulled back and tried to look her in the eyes. When she finally raised her eyes to meet his, Louis’ heart broke when he saw how red-rimmed they were.

He silently pulled his girlfriend into his arms, reorienting the two of them so that his back now rested against the wall while Clem’s lay on his shoulder. He felt his shirt grow damp as the tears Clem had been holding back finally came out. Tears began to run down Louis’ face as he listened to the girl he loved sobbing.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his fingers running through the ends of her hair. “I’m so sorry Clem. If I hadn’t jumped that fence, if I just stayed with you and AJ…”

“No,” Clem pushed herself off of his chest to sit straight. “No, Louis, don’t talk like that. You couldn’t have known what would happen,”

“But I should have been there for you! Fuck, Clem, you saved me just days before and this is how I repay you? If AJ hadn’t had the sense to do what he did, god, if we had found you any later than we did… I can’t lose you, Clem. I can’t lose anybody else,” Louis cupped Clem’s face with one hand, looking at her with determination. “I’m gonna be stronger Clem, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be OK. Aasim and I are bringing back food every day. Ruby’s been patrolling and patching the wall – nothing’s getting in that we don’t know about. And Willy’s going to keep working on your goddamn leg until he gets it right! We’re going to give you all the time you need, Clem, every day that you and Violet need to heal, we’ll give that to you. I’m not giving up, Clem. I’m gonna be here every step of the way till you get on your feet again. I won’t let you down,”

Now it was Clem’s turn to wipe the tears from her boyfriend’s eyes. God, to be in a situation like this, but to be in it with someone like Louis… she had thought for so long that AJ was all she needed. She would look out for AJ and he would look out for her to the bitter end. But now she had others by her side, a family who had stuck by her, a boy who was willing to hold her up when she didn’t have anything left to give. The world was unbelievably shitty. She’d known that for a long time. But the world had also given her Louis, which was more than she’d ever expected in this lifetime. Slowly, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“Thank you, Louis. For not giving up on me,”

“I’ll never give up on you,”

“I know,” Clementine murmured. “I may not always remember, but I know. I’m not giving up either.”

Louis smiled at that, pulling Clem into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a good 30 seconds before pulling apart and looking down at the prosthetic that stuck out from Clem’s leg at angle, sprawled across the ground. Louis sighed and let a rueful grin cross his lips. “I know it’ll break his little heart, but we gotta tell Willy that that things is a hunk of junk,”

Clem snorted. “C’mon, it’s not that bad. But you’re right, it does need some padding. Probably a tighter fit on the ankle joint as well,”

“Well, I believe that is some primo information we have garnered from this, our first of many experiments. Shall we return to the group and report back?”

“I’m right behind you,” Clem quipped. “Or I will be as soon as you grab my crutches,”

“As Her Majesty commands,” Louis said with a wink, lifting Clementine off of his lap and gently placing her on the ground before running to get her crutches.

Clementine leaned forward to unbuckle the failed prosthetic from her stump, chucking it to the side with vindictive pleasure. Louis offered her a hand up, making sure she was secure on her crutches before reaching for the prosthetic then groaning as she noticed the pile of bedding that was scattered across the yard.

“I could take a pillow,” Clem offered. “Just stuff it under one of my arms. Or I could try balancing it on my head,”

“Na ah ah. As much of a delight as that would be to watch and we should totally make some sort of competition out of it at a later date, I will be cleaning up my own mess.” After running around for a few seconds, Louis had the towering pile of bedding under control with Clem’s prosthetic tucked under one arm. “After you milady,”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Clem made her way through the entrance to the greenhouse then looked back at him with a smile.

“Louis?”

“Hmmm?”

“Thank you for all your help today,”

“For you, my darling Clementine? Anything.”

#clouis #louistine #louisentine #twdg #twdg season 4 #telltale the walking dead #louis twdg #clementine twdg #fanfic

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ROXANNE: Back When

A/N: This is a flashback scene to Roxanne as a teen so unfortunately there is no Killmonger in this chapter but do not worry he will be back. I advise you to read this chapter because this well explain everything about that made Roxxx Roxxx and everything that will lead up to the rest of the series.

Warning: Blood, rape, molestation, very long (sorry.) You may or may not cry but just know that I did as I was writing.

Song Recommendation: lovely by Billie Ellish

Word Count: 5707

The bed creaked beneath as her most precious place was being abused. As the man rested his head in the crook of her neck, he groaned and moaned; making her sick to her stomach. Her eyes were trained to look up at the ceiling, making a silent prayer to past the time. Ever since she was brought here from the foster care, she was taken advantage of by her foster father. Once, only once, did she try to fight back but that did nothing; it made him only want her more with the thrill of altercation. So, she stopped in hopes it would end but it never did and may never will.

A few moments later, she was freshly showered wearing a matching sweat suit and hair in messy from her hood. She stared below at the plate resting in front of her, with no appetite. She wouldn’t dare eat the food they made for her; no seasoning, no flavor, no taste at all. The others ate around her, one being a Caucasian woman with blonde hair and the same man who was just on top of her hours ago; he ate his food across from her like he was the king of the household. The wife looked to the young lady and said “Roxanne, honey. How come you are not eating?” Roxanne looked to her on the right and said: “I ain’t hungry, Jessica. I never am.” The woman smiled small and said, “you know you can call me mother, right?”

“But I ain’t. Never have and never will.” Jessica sat quiet and that’s when she felt it. The man barefoot was crawling up her leg, making Roxanne hold her breath. Roxanne stood and fixed her hoodie, before going out to her room, slamming the door and ran into her shared bathroom. She stood there unzipping her jacket with shaky finger tips. The scars that covered her neck and chest seemed as they would never heal even with all the prayer in the world. She finally went on the roof by her room and looked out to the sky wishing she was far away from here, this hell hole she was stuck at. She wanted to be with her family in Jamaica but it was just too expensive for a passport and she hasn’t talked to them in years. They could have been long gone by now and they only thing she had to remember them by was her father’s cross she wore around her neck. She heard her door open and began to move fast so that whoever entered couldn’t see her.

Roxanne heard the footsteps approaching her window and felt a warm hand on hers. She looked towards the person and saw her angel, her “sister” Franny, they were around the two years older than her; Fran being about eightteen. The young lady was a Latina who was barely home due to work and schooling. She had chestnut brown hair with hazel eyes and freckles covered by make up. Franny had just come back from work at a restaurant with a bag of food; she handed it to her and Roxanne fully accepted it. “I see you didn’t eat today either, Roxxx”, Franny said as she sat next to her. Roxanne opened the container of food to see nice, warm fries and pastrami; she dug right in. Fran handed her a bottle of ice-cold water and made her drink it. “I’m guessing Jessica made that tired ass five layer casserole again.”

“Yeah, but their ass should know I don’t eat that shit. The last time I did, I was on the toilet for months.” Franny giggled quietly so the folks didn't hear. She noticed the cut on Roxanne’s wrist and said “sis, why harm ya self? Ya know that ain’t gonna make the pain end, right?” Roxanne looked to her then away while eating; she finished her food and placed the container in the bag. Franny shook her head and said “Roxxx, I know we aren’t real family but you know I will always have your back. I know you don’t wanna talk about it but”, Franny looked around them and scooted closer. “I know what he does to you and it ain’t right. You can go to cops-.”

“And then what? Huh? Be put back in foster care then I end up on the streets with nowhere to go? If I tell the pigs, do you think that they will believe a poor little black girl that was born in Baldwin Hills instead of a rich white muthafucka who can twist the sick truth and make it a lie?” She had her arms rested on her folded legs while looking out to the ground. Francesca looked in the same direction and said “it’s just gonna keep happening if you don’t do anything”; Roxanne looked away from her to hide her tears. Franny looked at her and said “want me to sleep with you tonight? We can watch some shit on my phone.” Roxanne looked to her and before they knew it, they lied in her bed. Roxanne lied her head onto Francesca’s full breasts and found comfort as always; listening to her heartbeat.

A WEEK LATER

Roxanne and Francesca sat next to each other at the dinner table with their foster parents as they ate breakfast which Franny made. Being that she was fully Latin, she knew how to make food taste good. She made fluffy pancakes, steak, and eggs with all the seasonings. She smiled to herself as she noticed Roxxx eating, slowly but surely; she gave her that nickname. Robert looked to the girls before digging back into his plate. His foot was about to reach Roxxx but that was until he felt a kick to his shin. “Motherfucker”, he screamed in pain as Jessica looked down. “What happened, love,” she asked as Robert looked towards the girls, Franny giving him the look of death. Robert looked to Jessica and said “nothing, honey. Just hit my shin trying to get comfortable.” He smiled before eating again. “You should be careful, Robert. People can lose a leg like that”, Franny said making Roxxx smile. Jessica cleared her throat and asked the girls “so, girls. What are the plans today? It’s the weekend and Francesca is off the whole time.”

“I was gonna take Roxanne to the mall for an early birthday celebration since I’ll be working next week. The whole nine yards. Hair, nails and a whole new wardrobe. Gotta make sure she brings in the 17th year just right”, Francesca bumped shoulders with her and smiled before Robert said, “Roxanne can’t go.” The girls looked to him and Jessica asked: “why not, Robert?”

“Because- because she rather would be here with us… as a family. Right, honey”, he said looking to Roxanne who looked at him. She took a deep breath and said: “I rather go out, with my sister.” Franny smiled as they began eating again and as they did, Roxanne felt fingers intertwine with hers under the table. She grabbed the hand tightly as Franny said “Buen Trabajo, niña. (Good job, girl).”

After breakfast, Roxanne wore an all blue sweatsuit and a pair of busted converse while Franny wore a yellow body con dress, jean jacket, and matching sneakers. They were off on to the bus and sat there listening to Franny’s music through her earbuds. Franny held Roxanne’s hand as they made their way to Beverly Center. Roxanne looked through the window as Franny watched her. In Franny’s eyes, Roxanne was so innocent and young; she remembered when she was like that before Robert took advantage of her. She remembered when they first took in Roxanne, she was so quiet and timid but Franny saw that she had a fire and passion in her. She tried her hardest to protect young Roxanne but it was too late; telling by the screams coming from the fifteen year olds room at night. Fran held Roxanne’s hand tighter at the memory.

The girls soon arrived at the mall, walking up the escalator to get to the very top level. Roxanne looked for clothes in the man section in F21 as Francesca watched. She shook her head and took her hand into hers. “Roxxx, you can’t be rocking clothes that would fall of ya ass, mi amor. I know it’s hard but you just have to and I’ll help.” Roxanne looked to her then to the clothes they were now standing in front of at the moment. There were tons of fitted jeans, tube tops and other cropped tops that would surely cover her figure. Roxanne picked up a tee that had the word west coast written on it in bedazzlement and all. It was a ruby red and would look amazing against her chocolate skin; too revealing for her taste.

“You’ll look great in that. But let’s look for a smaller size. You see, your torso is smaller than ya chest. But no worries, we can find ya some cute panties and bras too. We have to make sure you look god no matter what.” Franny began searching through to find a medium as Roxanne watched her. “Fran, my clothes are just fine. I don’t get why you want me to get dressed up for Rob”- Francesca had cut her off as she pointed at her face. “Roxanne, do you really think I give that son of a bitch a fuck, hm? That man is a piece of shit and you and I both know it. Shit, even his dumb ass wife knows it.” Roxanne looked around to see only a pair of people looking their way. “Can we help y’all? Wanna see some titties or something”; the pair scurried off. Fran looked back at Roxanne and said “baby girl, she been knew. The walls are thin as hell. But do you really think that she will leave him because of that? No. Bitches like her don’t give a fuck. They only in it for the money. Believe that.” Francesca began looking through jeans beside them and looked to her waist before looking back at the sizes. Roxxx leaned against the table and whispered “Jess- she knows about him and I?”

Francesca nodded feeling the anger again. “I went to her about it and she looked me dead in the eyes and said ‘I know but it has nothing to do with me. As long as he is happy.’ I wanted to deck her in her shit eating face when she said that.” Franny took a deep breath, rubbed her neck and that is when Roxxx noticed it. When Fran moved her hand, she noticed that there was a huge gash scar on her neck that had healed. Roxanne moved Fran’s hair and almost lost control. She whispered, saying “ did he- did Robert do this to you, Fran?” She looked to Roxxx then away to blink away tears and nodded. Franny placed some clothes in Roxanne’s shopping bag and started to explain as they walked around. “It was the night after the incident, when you first got there like a month later. A week later, he went into my room trying to take advantage of me but I was ready for him. He tried to come in to my room but I was ready for him, if only I was fast enough.”

After they paid for everything, they made their way to get a snack. Roxanne watched Franny as she ate like she was bothered by her past. “How do you do it?” Franny looked up and said “what you mean?”

“I mean, how do you act like nothing is bothering you?” Franny chuckled in her throat and said “you know, I wish I could tell you. But enough of that”, she passed her an envelope with a card inside. Once she opened the car, hundreds of dollars fell out onto her lap. Roxanne looked up to her and said “holy shit. Fran, what is this for?” Franny made her way to sit next to Roxanne and said “to get away. You tried before and I know that Robert has motherfuckers all around here but I had this all planned out. Tomorrow night, you will escape. There is an address inside the card, all written in Spanish and how to get there along with a key. Just say you know Little Dagger and a bell hop will escort you to the room. In there, go straight to the fridge. You will be able to stay two months; it is all paid for.”

“But-but how? Why?” Franny held her shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Why do you think I been working all those crazy shifts for so long?” Roxanne examined Fran’s almond eyes and pulled her into a hug. She was so happy to finally get away but then she started to wonder. “Franny, what about you.” Francesca smiled while fixing Roxanne’s hair and said “don’t worry about me. I got it all handle. I won’t be there for long, either way. I got myself but know it is your turn.” Fran dug in her purse and said “here, another gift. It’s a dagger just in case but you need it more than me. If he tries anything tonight, slice his bitch ass.” They both smiled to each as Fran kissed Roxanne’s cheek. Later on that day, Roxanne and Fran made their way back to the house but something was different. Roxanne had short French tips and her hair was braided in six cornrows with beads on the end. She was out of the unappealing clothing that the parental bought her and in a white spaghetti top and forming jeans with a pair of all new running shoes.

The girls walked in the house hoping to not see the folks but instead they heard a sparkling water crack open along with gulping. They looked to their right and saw the man they both despised staring directly at Roxanne. “Well, well. What happened to my baby girl”, Robert chuckled as Francesca rolled her eyes. As he was about to touch her, Roxanne leaned back and swatted his hand. “Do not touch me. Fran, let’s go to my room.” Franny nodded as she let Roxanne pass her and up the stairs. Franny watched as Robert observed her go up and said “if you try anything, I will end ya fucking life. Try me, fucker.” She ran up the stairs and slammed the door closed.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Roxanne was in a pair of jogger shorts, tube socks and an oversized hoodie, fast asleep as Franny was showering. All of a sudden, the bedroom door open. Robert took a deep breath as he noticed the shower water running. He pulled up Roxanne’s chair from her desk and jammed it underneath the bathroom door knob which made Francesca eyes to jolt open. She hopped out, stopping the shower and pulling her pjs on before trying to open the door when she realized he was there. She began banging and banging eventually making Roxanne wake up once he reached her bed. All of sudden, she moved from the bed in speed trying to get the door to open but he pulled her by the braids and back into the bed. He hopped on top of her and said “look at you, dressed like a naughty school girl, ready for me.” He held her arms up and over her head when she began to knee him in the chest”, that caused the perfect distraction to what would happen next. She grabbed her new dagger and stuck him like a pin cushion once and watched his eyes water. He screamed as he curved over in pain until a chair hit him in the back of the skull.

Roxanne looked up to the person and saw her chest rising up and down as she dropped the remains of the chair. “Told you, bitch”, Franny said with a grin, looking at Robert on the ground. Roxanne stood and ran to Fran’s arms, finally asking, “Is he dead”? Fran looked to his back and said “nope. He is breathing, just unconscious. But fuck going tomorrow. Go to the hotel tonight. All the instructions are in the card in Spanish.” Franny picked up her duffle filled with the clothes and money she gave her. She wiped the dagger’s blood onto her with her shirt, along her own knife she had handy and handed Roxy a cellphone with her clean hand. “I will call from my other cell when I feel like you are safe.”

Fran began pushing her to the window until she sensed Jessica’s car pulling up. She looked over at their neighbor when she saw her calling Jessica over. Her eyes fell to Roxanne and said “go through the back and hop over the fence on the other side. Take care of yourself, mi amour. NOW GO!” Roxanne began running through the back door when Jessica ran upstairs from the front, never bumping into Roxanne. Roxanne ran to freedom in the rain, as fast as she can to the bus stop but back at the house, Francesca wasn’t as lucky. Her face was pressed into the squad car as the ambulance took Robert away; Jessica cried her eyes out to the cops as her husband was rushed to the hospital. They lifted Franny’s body off the car, cuffed as she smiled out looking towards the direction she knew Roxanne took.

Hours later, Roxanne finally reached a hotel that was too good to be true. As she walked inside, she noticed the decor around her with tall ceilings, glass chandelier a golden accents. A couple of bell hops were in a group waiting for work , which made Roxanne confused to which one to talk to. She walked up to the men and said “hello, I know Little Dagger”, with that, they all looked at her then to one dark tan man with a goatee. He grabbed her bag and led her to the very top floor. Once they reached the floor, he opened the door to a room and she couldn’t believe it. There was a queen size bed covered in white sheets and plenty of fluffy pillows with a red towel in the shape of a swan. When she looked over at the window, she saw the nicest red couch she had ever seen and a fifty inch screen onto the wall. She noticed that the dresser underneath the screen had an envelope with her name on it. As the bell hop, left and shut the door, Roxanne placed her bag on the floor and picked up the envelope; opening in and beginning to read.

My Roxanne,

You finally made it safe and sound. I am so proud of you, my love. I know that you will learn from all that has happened and it will make you a better, stronger woman. I have a lot to say but this card isn’t big enough to say it all. I just want you to know that I am so fortunate to know someone like you. You showed me that not all people are cruel and heartless. Whe you first came into the house, I was skeptical; not sure why but when I saw you play in the yard with the other kids and drawing in your sketch book, I saw a soul I had to protect and keep safe. You may think that I tried nothing to save you earlier but as you know now that I tried my hardest to do as such. I could only do so much and it drove me crazy. I did not want you thinking I had took all those crazy shifts, work all those countless hours to get away from you; I did all of that to get you away from the horrid place we resided in. My Roxanne, I know that you don’t have family here in Los Angeles and that you do not know about your folks but just know that you have gained a friend, a sister in myself I will love you to the moon and back and all over again. I left you a t-shirt box in the closet as a last gift; I hope it helps you on your journey to become who you once were.

-Francesca

Roxanne went over to the closet to flick the light on and noticed tons of brand new clothes and shows with luggage inside. Roxanne looked at every piece of clothing and noticed a varsity bomber jacket hanging up with a lion on the back roaring; the words Lion Babe embroiled around his mane. She saw the t-shirt box wrapped in gold paper and she sat on her knees, opening it slowly and what she saw inside was a note. “. I love you, Roxanne Montgomery. And, yes, you are no longer a foster anymore.” Roxanne smiled at the mention of her last name when she noticed a small sheet that looked to be…

“Holy shit, it’s my social security number.” She began looking through everything and saw that Franny had retrieved her social security card and birth certificate; she began crying her heart out with tears of joy, thankful for her angel.

ONE MONTH LATER.

Roxanne was in bed looking at the phone Franny left for her; it had been a month since she heard her voice and it made her worry. To get her mind right, she decided to go to the mall in Crenshaw. She got dressed in a white wife beater, distressed jeans and her varisty jacket, she slid on her sneakers, grabbed her bag, locked her door and made her way on the bus. Roxanne played with the locks of her ginger curls and looked out to the world she passed by. She got off by the mall and began walking to the Fat Burger in the plaza when a guy bumped into her with a slushie. He cursed himself as he picked up the cup and threw it in the trash while Roxanne checked her outfit, no stains. “My little momma, I ain’t see you-“, he said but his words cut off when he finally looked at her; the hair was a dead giveaway for sure. “Roxxx”, he said as he slowly walked up to her looking at her stitched brows. He pulled her into a kiss and hug that made her confused to the point she pulled out her dagger and pushed him into a wall, holding him by his shirt. “Who the fuck are you to just kiss me like that-“

“Roxxx, get a good look at me, baby girl.” She did just that and noticed things that triggered her memory. The slight scar under his left eye, his almond shaded eyes, his small smirk and that dark onyx skin. “D’Angelo”, she closed her dagger and placed in her small bag before grabbing his ears that were once huge and never fit him. Tears fell down her round cheeks as she cried. “It’s- it’s really you”, she said as cried more to the point he had a few tears dropping down his self. He grabbed her into a hug, rubbing her back and smelling her hair as she cried more; she still smelled like castor and coconut oil. They found their selves standing in line about to order some food. He looked down to Roxanne and grinned as he saw her playing with the curl in the front of her hair. He wondered how she was doing but soon noticed the scars on the inside of her arm. As they ordered their food, he was in another world, like if he was on auto pilot. They sat waiting for their food when Roxanne noticed his stare. “You good, bruh. You looking at me like you seen a ghost.”

“Why? Why you got so many cuts, sis?” She look to her arm then down at her feet, dangling and avoiding eye contact. “It’s a long story that you don’t wanna hear.” He leaned back in his seat, arms folded and said “go ahead.” She took a deep breath and told him every gritty, skin crawling detail. D’Angelo couldn’t believe it, his long lost friend, first kiss before she was basically kidnapped without a trace went through so much pain and suffering and he couldn’t be there to save her. Since her folks were taken from her and she away from him and his family she called her own, his parents tried find her but the government informed them that she was long gone, making it seem like she was dead. His family grieved for months since he was younger and tried to heal but he never really did after his brother was born and after his father passed away. D’Angelo slouched a bit into his seat feeling all the pain in her cracking voice and couldn’t help but let tears fall as he watched her.

Roxanne wiped her tears away with her sleeve and looked away. “Where is Francesca”, she heard and she said “been almost two months now.” D’Angelo stood, sat beside her and brought her head to his chest, making her rubbing his chiseled back for comfort. “Well, she did her job. Now, it’s my turn.” He kissed her head and before they knew it, they gave their food to homeless people outside and was in the car. He buckled her seatbelt for her and began driving. As he drove, she looked out the window watching the kids past by when she saw them. A family of three- father, mother and daughter, African American it seemed, holding hands and passing by with big smiles on their face. All of a sudden, they pulled up into a long driveway of a dark green, one story home. She sat there as the door open and saw a hand held out to her. “C’mon, you safe here, Roxy”, D’Angelo said as she took his hand. Roxy got out and as he closed the door, she looked around then to see little kids playing around. A younger boy was chasing some little girls with a water gun as they giggled and all; Roxanne smiled.

They began walking to the door when the same little boy bumped into her thigh and he fell; Roxanne turned to see his big eyes at her with butt on the ground. D’Angelo picked him up and said “baby boy, you gotta be careful. We are in the presence of a lady. What do we say?” That’s when she noticed that they had to be brothers; twins even. The boys looked to Roxanne and the little boy held his little hand out. “I am sorry, ma’am. I am Raymond. Do you forgive me?” She smiled small and shook his hand, nodding. Raymond smiled showing his big goofy grin with two front teeth missing making her smile more. Raymond leaned into his big brother’s ear and whispered saying “I like her, Angel.”

Once D’Angelo unlocked the door, their mom was cooking, listening to Marvin Gaye. Roxanne can smell the meatloaf, mash potatoes and Mac and cheese making her stomach growl more. As they walked in, Miss Taylor said “uh oh, I can smell the outside. That means my babies are home.” She wiped her hands clean ready to get all the hugs but instead her hands found a place over her mouth. She looked to her boys then to the young lady beside them. She looked exactly like her mother and father mixed all up. Her ginger hair and brown skin triggered very fond memories. Taylor walked up to Roxanne, placing her hands over onto her shoulders. “Roxanne”, she said into a timid voice. She can see all the pain she had been through years since her parents were taken from her, in her eyes. Roxanne looked over Miss Taylor’s face as a smile crept her face; she definitely remembered her auntie’s eyes. They were so big, warm and gentle; she instantly gave Miss Taylor a big hug, arms wrapped around waist. She lied her face on to her chest, tears staining her shirt.

D’Angelo stood back watching as his mother held his good friend in warm embrace while he held Raymond. Raymond asked “Angel, why is that girl crying?” D’Angelo looked to his brother when he felt a tear and said “because, baby boy, she found her family.” Raymond looked to him then to Roxanne and his mother who both cried.

Dinner was soon ready and they began to eat but afterwards, they all sat in the living room as Raymond watched Tom and Jerry, playing with his Tonka Truck. D’Angelo watched Roxanne as her and Ma talked Miss Taylor found the marks on her arm, making her heart drop. “I’m glad you are safe now and that mean family is nowhere near my baby. I wish we could thank the young lady who helped my god baby.”

“Me too. I haven’t heard from her since the accident. I hope she is okay.” All of a sudden, they heard ringing coming from her bag; she politely excused herself and went outside to answer. “Hello?”

“This a call from the San Diego Correctional Facility. Please say yes to accept the call or hang up for no.” Roxanne started to breathe heavily as she sat on the steps on her porch. Who could it be? “I accept.” All of sudden, her heart stopped when she heard the voice. “My Roxanne, you’re safe.” Roxanne heart couldn’t bare it, her sister was in prison and this broke her heart. “Mi amour, please don’t be mad that I haven’t called. As you can hear, I’ve been tied up”, Francesca said with a nervous chuckle to lighten the mood. Roxanne took a deep breath before saying “why? Fran, why are you there?” Franny looked around at the tan walls and the crowd around her as she wore a bright orange jumpsuit. “I shouldn’t say much but it’s because of Robert. Jessica –uh, she pressed charges, and testified against me. Even with evidence, he is still out there. But as long as you are safe, that is all that matters. How are you?”

“I’m, I’m fine. I miss you a lot, Franny. I really do.”

“Awe, mi amour. I missed you too. Have you made any friends?”

“I actually, I actually found my family. My God family.” Franny slid her back down the wall and said “Roxy, that’s so great. I am so happy for you. Will you be finishing school?” Roxanne nodded on the found and said “yes, well I will be taking summer classes but yeah.” Francesca smiled from the other line and had a few tears drop. “I am very happy for you, love. Just make one promise to me. Promise that you will live your life your way and be happy. Be free for me, okay?”

“I promise, Fran but it would be better if you were here with me though.”

“Sister, I will always be with you, in spirit and the heart. Take care of yourself. I will try to keep in touch.”

“Thank you, Franny. For everything. I love you.”

“Take care.” With that, the call ended and Roxanne held the phone to her chest as Angel came out with his jacket. “You good, baby girl?” She looked to him and said “yeah, I’m fine. Where you heading to?”

“To get your stuff from ya room. You’ll be staying with us and if we catch Home Depot before close, we can get a copy of the house key made for you. Let’s get going”, he told her as he handed put her jacket on her. They began on their journey to the hotel and back home from Home Depot when she noticed a nearby tattoo shop. “Hey, Angel. Do you think we can go to that shop on our way back?” He chuckled and said “sure why not?” Hours later, they made their way back and she stood at the glass counter of the shop. An older black woman with plugs in her ear and tattoos all over her small frame watched the couple and asked “what can I do for y’all?” Roxanne looked to D’Angelo and said “I wanna get a couple tattoos.” The woman asked “are you over eighteen?” Roxanne’s eyes fell to D’Angelo and said “no, but he is.” D’Angelo nodded and signed the form for her. Roxanne kissed his cheek as she handed him her jacket. She lied onto the sterilized chair and looked over at the artist as she prepped. “So, what are we getting tonight, love?”

HOURS LATER.

Roxanne stood in an oversized tee and sweats as removed the wrapping around her left wrists. She smiled down at the new ink that covered all the marks she made on herself over the years. A vine of huge red roses covered them beautifully and meant the world to her but the tattoo behind her right ear meant more; a dagger with a faux sparkle at the blade represented Franny as her protection and what kept her safe. She smiled at her reflection as she made her way to the guest bedroom in a nice plush bed, the smell of incense burning in the air.

She sat in bed holding her pillow to her chest as noticed the multiply of pictures hanging around, her mother and father. Roxanne’s train of thought was caught off when she heard a knock at the door; Ma stood at the door with a smile, dressing in a sleeping gown and found in her hand. “Good, you’re still up. You have a call. I will leave you to it. Good night, baby girl. Welcome home.”

“Good night, ma.” Roxanne sat in bed with the phone and held it to her ear. “This is Roxanne.” She heard nothing until a slight cough and broken voice appeared, sounded as if a woman was crying. “Hello? This is Roxanne.” A man came to the phone and said “baby gyal” in a cheerful tone as a woman in the background prayed, thanking God for them keeping her safe and alive. Roxanne covered her mouth as she cried and said “ma? Pa?”

𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

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