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darkthingshappen · 2 years

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Poster Child (Continuation of Connor's story from the Merry Whump of May Drabble)

So, as some of you know, I held a poll for which of my stories would get a continuation. Far exceeding every other story, was the story about Connor and his Pet Lib parents. So, without further adieu, I'd like to introduce you all to Connor's family as they try to find their missing son. This will be a multi-chapter story, most of it from Connor's perspective.

Also, @ashintheairlikesnow is the creator of Karen Renford, who appears with her permission.

This story will contain noncon, but it's not in this chapter and will be clearly tagged when it occurs.

As always, I'd like to thank my amazing beta, @whumpcereal for always doing an amazing job and pushing for more detail and depth of my characters.

I don't have have a tags list for this yet, but if you'd like to be added, let me know. :-)

General warnings for BBU and WRU - institutionalized slavery.

Connor' Introduction can be found here

POSTER CHILD: CHAPTER 1

“Where is he, Daniel?”

Kai Lightfoot paced around the small living room of the safehouse where she and her husband had been hiding for the past month. The Lightfoots moved around a lot so that no one could catch up with them. It had been a hard six months. She had never wanted to leave her baby behind.

But Connor wasn’t a baby, not anymore. He was a grown man, forging his own path. He’d gotten himself a scholarship and was going to college. It was more than either Kai or Daniel had done. They’d tried but couldn’t afford it back when they were young. And then they’d gotten into the Pet Liberation Movement, and it became their passion.

Their protests and crusades to ban the sale and owning of human pets had at least been successful on the reservations. Treaties had been made across the country with nearly every Native American Tribe and Nation banning it.

They’d even gotten successful legislation passed with the US Federal government recognizing the illegality of Native American pets. It took them years, but the entire Lightfoot family had been there when the bill was signed into law.

Not for the first time, Kai wondered if it had been a mistake to take her then sixteen-year-old son to the press event. Maybe this wouldn’t have happened if they hadn’t been able to get pictures of the whole family celebrating together.

But Connor had insisted. He’d backed their movement one-hundred percent. He was going to be a lawyer so that he could do more for the cause.

The phone rang.

“Hang on! Don’t answer it,” Eli Riggs said, from behind his computer monitor. Eli was their loyal and steadfast friend who was brilliant with anything electronic. They often joked that the was part computer himself, or a cyberpath. He’d been with them since before Connor was born and also served as Connor’s godfather. He clacked out a few things on his keyboard and then nodded to Daniel.

“Hello?”

A computer generated voice came across the line. “Daniel Lightfoot?”

“I can’t confirm that other than to say if you have a message for the Lightfoots, then I can make sure they receive it,” Daniel Lightfoot replied curtly.

“Play your games, then. Tell the Lightfoots if they want a chance at ever seeing their son again, then they will present themselves to the WRU and associated authorities in two days’ time. If they do not, they will never see him again. We’ll leave it up to your imagination what might happen to him. But we can assure you, he will not be a lawyer.”

What the fuck! Kai was livid. Clearly they’d been watching and tracking their family for some time. Spying on them was probably closer to the truth. Was it worth it if their own son was turned into a pet?

Kai wanted to scream at that voice in her brain that, yes! It was worth it. But she also wanted to curl up in a ball. These people had her son. And even if he was a grown man, he was still her baby. He always would be. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to take her baby in her arms and run and hide with him.

“How do we know you even have Connor Lightfoot?”

“Go to the following web address in the next five minutes…”

Eli was already clacking away on his computer so he could screen grab whatever they were about to be shown.

“The evidence will remain there for two minutes and will then be gone.”

“That’s what you think…” Eli whispered in a sing-song voice.

“We won’t contact you again. Be at the location at the time stated or your son is gone… for good.”

The phone line clicked and went dead.

They can’t do this. They can’t have my Connor. Images of Connor as a newborn flashed through Kai’s mind. Holding his tiny body, his little fist curled around her finger. He’d been so helpless then - utterly reliant on them for care and safety. And now here they were twenty-one years later, and he was still reliant on them for safety–they just hadn’t known it. It wasn’t fair.

Connor wasn’t even involved. Not really. He hadn’t actively worked to rescue people and hide them. He wanted to approach it differently and contribute to a more long-term solution. This shouldn’t be happening.

He’s bait. He’s bait because you created the attack on that facility that freed dozen’s of pets in one go. You wanted to hit them at their bottom line and you did. Now they want to get back at you for that.

They had no proof that it was us, but the suspicion is enough.

“Oh my God, they really took him. They all but admitted it. What do we do? We’ve been looking for weeks. This is why we couldn’t find him. It’s just as we feared. They took him.”

“Now, Kai, let’s wait and see. Let’s not panic. Eli? What’s on that site?”

The three of them crowded around Eli’s computer with bated breath. When the site loaded, all that was there was a video; the resolution was terrible.. Eli was already screen recording.

It was obviously Connor. His hair was shorter – looked like he’d put up a fight when they cut it judging by the choppiness. He was kneeling, muzzled and chained to the floor wearing nothing but a pair of grey, standard issue, WRU shorts. They could see he was trembling. And he was thin, so very thin.

“Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod! Connor, baby. No! No!” Kai was hysterical at the sight of her only child in that horrible place. She leaned into Daniel, stifling a wail from deep in her core. Her only child was bound and gagged in one of those brutal facilities of human suffering they’d fought so hard against. He shouldn’t be there.

Working in under the sorrow was an anger unlike anything she’d ever felt - almost holy in nature. They touched something that wasn’t theirs to touch. They would regret that if she had anything to say about it. Kai Lightfoot vowed to bring the entire system down around Karen fucking Renford's head, and anyone else that got in the way of her getting her boy back.

The video feed replayed twice and then the website went down.

“He must be so scared, Daniel. What are we going to do?”

“Oh! I know exactly what we’re going to do,” said Eli, rewinding the video.

Both Daniel and Kai looked at him.

“You’re going to confess and turn yourselves in–well, virtually at least. We have people inside WRU. As a Native American, Connor will stick out like a sore thumb. Someone will find him,” Eli said with a smile.

“But no one has seen him. Why haven’t any of our people inside the WRU reported anything if he’s so obvious?” Daniel countered.

“I don’t know. But I’m sure they’ll find him. But here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to take that phone call we just recorded and the footage I just got off their website, and we’re going to go to the media. I’m going to put that footage and the phone call all over the internet. They’ll never be able to scrub it,” Eli reassured them. “And then they’ll have the court of public opinion to deal with. And trust me, Karen Renford cannot afford the negative press right now. Not with the anti-human pet bills that are pending in congress. Not with an election cycle coming up. This will come back to bite them in the ass. I can guarantee it.”

“What if they’ve already erased him? They’ve had him for two weeks.” Kai’s voice sounded hollow.

“Kai, they’re not supposed to wipe people anymore. It’s illegal,” Daniel’s said shakily, like he wasn’t even sure he really believed it.

“So’s kidnapping our fucking child!” Kai was so angry she couldn't see straight. “We’ve been doing all this for him. So that he can have a better future, so his kids have a better future. What are we doing if he’s made into another one of their fucking box boys?”

“Look,” Eli said, “I swear to you that we have absolutely every mole looking for your son. He’s going to surface, and when he does, we’ll get him. And we’ll help him deal with whatever they’ve done to him. No matter what. You know as well as I do that it’s very difficult to truly wipe someone’s mind. There are ways around the process.”

Kai let out another small sob, but nodded her head.

“You can’t hide someone like him indefinitely. We will find him,” Eli said. He frowned and took a moment to look at each of them. “The three of us have been together almost since the beginning. I was at your wedding. I was at the hospital when Connor was born. I… I know I’m not Navajo, but… but, you have to know that I care for Connor. I mean it when I say I’ll do everything in my power to find Connor and bring him home safely. He’s your child, but he’s also my godson”

“We know, Eli. We know. You’re family to us too.”

Kai took a deep breath. “Okay. So, your plan, Eli. What do we have to do?”

Eli smiled, “What you two do best. You’re going to crusade. Only this time, it’s not on behalf of nameless boxboys. We want everyone in the fucking world to know who Connor is by tomorrow night.”

#Poster Child #Connor Lightfoot #Kai Lightfoot #Daniel Lightfoot #Eli Stoneman #WRU #BBU #box boy universe #kidnapping #held as a hostage #used as bait #pet liberation movement #original story #original characters #whump #whump community #whump writer #whumplr

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erinlindsayy · 2 years

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these broken pieces of us || rhekker

for the lovely @avasrhodes

➺ warnings: implied sexual assault, brief mention of past childhood abuse, self harm, connor is worried about ava, this does have a sort of happy/hopeful ending

✧ a/n: i have rhekker brainrot and i love torturing them oops

↬ like this work? let me know!

★ requests are open–I write for a number of fandoms! just ask :)

☆ comments + reblogs are greatly appreciated ☆

Ava never intended for Connor to find out about her recent foray into old habits, never intended for him to walk in on her undressing from a surgery, sharp red marks under her ribs painfully stark against the sharp contrast of her pale skin.

Then again, she never intended for that godforsaken dinner to turn into something far worse, never expected Cornelius Rhodes to fail to comprehend the meaning of the word ‘no’, to expect sexual favors in return for the donation, because sure--he was an ass, but she didn’t take him for the sort of man to...

She was wrong.

She could still feel his wrists on hers, could feel her brain tense at the knowledge of what was about to happen, because it had happened to her before when she was younger, the warmth of his breath against her skin and--

She shudders at the memory.

“Ave--” Connor starts. “What’s going on?”

Ava quickly tugs her sweater over her frail form, mumbling some lame excuse about tripping and breaking a vase. It’s half hearted at best, but she’s too exhausted to think of anything better.

Connor crosses the room, urging Ava to meet his eyes. He hadn’t intended on saying anything--he hasn’t really wanted to see her, let alone speak to her, but the girl has been withering away in front of his very eyes, and regardless of how pissed off he is, he still cares.

“Ava. Come on. Talk to me.”

Ava just shakes her head.

“‘M fine, Connor--really. Don’t you have other things to be doing?”

Her snark is weak, and she’s already on the verge on crying--or screaming, or vomiting, or worse--she can’t quite tell, and she just wants to go home and block out the world. She knows she’s spiraling--has been since that horrible night when... everything happened.

But at least then, she’d had Connor. She’d had Sarah, she’d had her support system, she’d had some semblance of hope.

And then, Connor had ripped into her without any thought, confirming to her that he did, in fact, believe his father--Ava had slept with Cornelius.

His father had just left out the crucial detail: nothing about that instance was consensual.

“You’ve lost weight, Ava, the bags under your eyes are bordering on mimicking that of a raccoon, and now you’ve got gashes that we both know aren’t from a vase. What is really going on?”

Connor stares at her with burning intensity, and Ava is faced with a choice: lie, and tell Connor that she’s fine, and that she can handle this on her own, or tell him the truth, and hope like hell that he’ll believe her.

After a few moments pause, the truth slips from Ava’s lips, a slippery slimey squalid thing, seeping from her very soul like black ichor from an infected wound. She’s sobbing by the time she gets to the end, and she’s ashamed--she hates being vulnerable like this, and she hates that Connor still manages to pull it out of her, no matter how awful and cold he’s been towards her over the past few months.

“This won’t change anything between us, Connor. I promise. You can continue to stay away, and if it’s easier for you, you can just keep seeing me as a monster. I’m already sort of damaged to begin with, anyways. You can just pretend I didn’t say anything, and we’ll both figure out ways to keep going forward. Just... forget I said anything.”

Connor sighs.

“You just don’t get it, Avey. This changes everything. You’ve been harming yourself for god knows how long, and you’re just now telling me about it? And not only that--my father is part of the catalyst for all of it? Why didn’t you tell me what he did?”

Ava turns away from him.

“How was I supposed to tell you? How was I supposed to know that you’d have my back after you were so inclined to believe your father over me, when you’d already painted me as a vicious temptress--a monster, really? You already broke my heart, Connor. I wasn’t about to have you tell me that I was lying about being a victim as well.”

Connor is visibly shocked. He’d fallen prey to his father’s manipulations yet again, and this time, Ava had been the one harmed. He’d ignored her, had broken things off, had left her stranded on a sinking raft, so blinded by his father’s snaked silver tongue, and she’d been crumbling, rot decaying her very bones down to her soul.

He walks over to her, tentative hand reaching out towards her shoulder. She flinches away from his touch, and Connor can’t tell if it’s from instinct, or disgust towards him, but either way--it breaks his heart.

Ava, ever so snarky and confident, brilliantly fierce and caring, had been suffering miserably, and he’d been so caught up in everything else that he’d completely abandoned her.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, eyes falling to the ground. “I should’ve been there for you, and I should’ve realized my father was scheming.”

Ava doesn’t respond, but she does lean into his touch, body softening towards him.

“I still love you, Avey. I never stopped--I just couldn’t deal with the idea of you manipulating me, and it’s not the first time a girlfriend had used me to get to my father and his money, and I just... I panicked. Please forgive me.”

The last part is whispered, voice trailing off. Connor knows he has messed up, but he isn’t lying about his love.

“I didn’t just want to be your girlfriend,” Ava whispers. “I wanted everything with you. All of it. But you left. And you took my heart with you.”

Connor moves to wrap his arms around Ava, pulling her close. This time, she doesn’t flinch away.

“This changes everything, Ave. We can fix this. We’ll get through this--together, alright? I won’t leave you again.”

“Promise,” Ava mumbles, face pressed against Connor’s chest.

“Promise,” he responds. “Although, I might need to punch my father in the face. Again.”

#rhekker #ava bekker x connor rhodes #chicago med #one chicago #angst

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chikaoofka · 1 year

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helloooo you rbd the "ask me about my ocs" post from me so i am here to ask you abt them (even if you said youre not good at answering them. 😔🤝😔)

i would like to know... anything! about ur ocs :] but i know from experience vauge questions r hard to answer so maybe some trivia? like, howd you choose their names or designs. thatd be cool doesnt have to be the sol ones either !! or i think ur sol ones are also repurposed ones? so their original forms would be cool too. either way i would find it interesting :D

you are so nice to me

AND YOU KNOW ACTUALLY? NAMES & DESIGNS I WAS THINKING TO MYSELF JUST NOW "OH THEY AREN'T THAT INTERESTING" THEN I REMEMBERED NO? THEY BOTH HAVE NAME-AND-DESIGN STORIES? that I find funny anyway........

also i realise how long this is IM PUTTING IT UNDER A READ MORE.

the readmore fucking MOVED?

& ONLY cassius was repurposed . though like before SoL he was . essentially nothing . rotting in my beloveds toyhouse-folder w TWO images (NOW HE'S GOT THE MOST IN MY TH AT... 40...) because I didnt know what to do with him (and it's like... i don't wanna move him out D:) & then i made him in SoL and i think a neuron fired or something idk what happend . the moment I drew him w short hair it all went downhill i think . Anyway, so original cassius, he's named after (coughs) Cassius by Foals . I SAY THIS EVERY OTHER DAY I FEEL "LISTEN TO CASSIUS BY FOALS" (LINKED, THIS TIME.) BUT HE CAME ABOUT COS I SAW A TEMPT6T VIDEO WITH UHH

SOMEONE AS THE GEN 4 GUITARIST. AND FOR DAYS I WAS IN A STATE OF LIKE... ILLNESS? "I NEED TO NAME SOME OC CASSIUS" (....) "I WANNA MAKE THAT GUY AN OC" (....) oh mon dieu now there's a blonde guy in my brain . what the fuck . what the hell? who let him in dude dude dude dude what the hell . tangent but he even was in a band. at first. cos of course he was . a band, fun fact, based on AN OLD POKEMON BAND I HAD . WHICH I HADN'T TOUCHED IN YEARS . BUT cassius was based (i say based loosely) on a shiny minccinno/cincinno named "S I N" so that's fun & the bassist (i.e.) the only other one i . sketched (half-finished?) . i wanna say "oh haha he looks like alfie but with glasses on" but he doesn't . not at all ??? he would have had the same colour hair though. so that's like... the exact same character then

see. him? i wanted to put him here he hasn't seen the light of day in months . ok . where was i . oh yeah this was dropped pretty quickly cos i didnt know what to do with them LOL. now long-haired cassius has been repurposed AGAIN to be cassius' older brother in........the loathingverse! which is cool :-)

& even like i tried so hard to make him fit with the song back when but it NEVER worked and then he gets LOATHING'D AND NOW HE FITS? what the hell man

also alfie. alfie oh my god alfie can i say? can i start? do not look at me strangely for this but

this was who he was based on. alfie from fucking blue y . i dont know how i found him nor why i wanted to make a character named alfie because of it but i did AND i needed a name for my achievement hunter (which i portmanteaued, horribly, into his last name) save file(s). So alfie achivunter it was.......... and AND THIS IS WHY HE'S LIKE. THE "DOG GUY". and thats why he looked like THIS at one point :

but i was making his ref & i was like. dear lord this looks atrocious . so im pretty sure i colourpicked from like . ron inside job or something (i distinctly remember being like "this sucks" "what if i made him look like ron instead" & i did) instead and now he looks NORMAL except NOW HE LOOKS LIKE CONNOR SCP CONTAINMENT AND RON INSIDE JOB???? like okay i feel mental every time i say this but like come ON . COME ON?

the Exact Same Man. ok???? i feel like a detective gone mental pointing to a board with red threads and photos like DON'T YOU SEE? IT'S ALL CONNECTED!!! THEY LOOK THE FUCKING SAME!!!!!!! THESE THREE LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh and fun fact alfie is short for alfred he really cannot win . have i said this before? i probably have

& one last thing I guess

these little dots beneath the eyes . it basically means he's got a little evil in him OR really, IMPOSSIBLE TO GET FORESHADOWING. unless you .... know...... the cosmosdex??? yeah. i thought itd fit AND right beneath ALL OF MY OTHER INSANITY. WITH AN ACTUAL LITTLE TRIVIA POINT? HUUUUM. OKAY?

#im normal #i dont know how i did this #i mean i do know. i . I WILL ADMIT #IVE WANTED TO TALK ABOUT THEIR DESIGNS FOR SO LONG.#BUT IT'S LIKE #OH #HOW WOULD I GO ABOUT THAT?#AND THEN I WENT ON THE TANGENT OF A FUCKING LIFETIME. TWICE.#though ive got like. so many repurposed-for-loathing ocs i think #at least 3 ...#i never talk about like . a whole lot of my ocs . only cassius & alfie & charlie sometimes #& charlie doesnt really HAVE a design story i just kinda made him #sorryyyyy for like delivering a pipebomb here #pipebomb of a response right to your notifications #really not keeping my word here #'im bad at answering questions' i swear i usually am #funnist thing about cassius is like. if it werent for the offhand spotting of the sprite once he wouldn't be blonde #i NEVER make blonde characters #theyre always like alfie's hair colour or like. black #OR GINGER? I GUESS?#hes my one blonde guy. hes so weird #i mean ok not including his family I DONT THINK THEY REALLY COUNT? ANYWAY? OF *COURSE* THEYRE BLONDE #anyway #ikea customer service #cyikess #sooooooorrryyyy i went on too long. oooooops #also extra sorry this might actually be unintelligible #this better not show up in any extra tags i will explode .#cassius mode #alfie mode

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ygreczed-3 · 3 years

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The Walking Dead/Detroit Become Human AU

(so basically I was tempted to make a post to apologize about the mess my blog has become lately - feels like I’m posting AUs, artworks, sketches and comic updates in such a chaotic way… I’m really sorry about it ahaha 😅 Hopefully it will get better soon)

So this post is me drawing for hours and forgetting to eat on my break day (I finally did !!! Don’t worry ahaha) because I became obsessed with an idea again. Also I like to make concept arts and storyboards as if I was working on a professional project for a TV show/animation. I find it fascinating ! This time I don’t really have any plot or finished story, I just wanted to draw these scenes badly so… I just did.

I’d like to draw your attention to Connor’s curly hair and Hank’s design (strongly inspired by Kristoff from Frozen). I just LOVE these details.

⚠️Remember this is NOT a new series. Just me having fun with characters and a universe I like (aka The Walking Dead) !

Anyway, more ideas below 👀

*POW*

Hank open his eye again. The walker was shot in the head. Hank pushes the walker away, it falls dead on the concrete.

Looking up, he sees Connor with a gun.

Hank : Jesus… Thank you. I thought I was…

Connor : I wouldn’t have wasted a bullet for you if it wasn’t for your kid back there. Your car, does it work? Hank : … Yeah… I just… I was looking for some gas when… well… Can I drive you somewhere? Connor : Not really, I’m looking for someone.

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Hank and Cole are walking in a gas station with jerricans and pour what’s left of gas from the pump.

Cole : Dad, that mister from earlier, do you think he’s gonna be okay ? Hank : I think, pumpkin. He was the one helping us. Cole : Being alone sounds dangerous… He should have come with us. Hank : …

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It’s nighttime, Cole is sleeping in the backseats with a blanket, Hank is sleeping in the driver seat. He wakes up brutally as he hears something tapping softly against the car window : the young man from earlier. He rolls the window down.

Hank : You ? Connor : I’ve looked around the whole city. Now it’s too dark… I need a safe place to have some sleep, I was thinking you could let me in. You owe me after all. Hank : … Yeah sure. Get in.

Connor gets in the car. He takes his bag off and keeps it by his side, out of Hank’s reach. He takes his coat off but keeps a gun near him. Hank stares at him with narrowed eyes.

Hank : … You’re safe here, really. You can trust me. Connor : Sorry, but I only trust myself.

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It’s dark outside, Hank can’t really sleep with the stranger next to him. His guts dictate him to stay alert. He watches carefully as Connor turns his head to him, half-opening his eyes.

Connor: Can’t sleep ? Hank : … Well you were right… I don’t know you. What about you ? Did you sleep a little ? Connor : … No. I’m too… cautious. My brain won’t let me sleep with a stranger next to me. Hank : … My name’s Hank. You ? Connor : What the hell are you doing ? Hank : We agreed we couldn’t sleep next to strangers. I’m introducing myself. Connor : It won’t make it any better… *after a silence* I’m Connor. Hank : Nice to meet you. Connor: … Where were you before ? You… you act like a newborn in this hell… Hank : … I had a neighbor with one of those bunkers… with tons of food, water, enough to live for months. We… We were hiding there with her until… until a few weeks. Connor : What happened ? Hank : She thought she had heard a chopper. Thought someone was out there to rescue us… she opened the hatch and she was… attacked by those things… Connor: … the kid… he’s yours? Hank : Yeah… Cole. Connor: … Where’s her mom ? Hank : He’s never known her. Connor: Sorry. Hank : Don’t be.

*silence*

Hank : I think… I’m starting to relax… we should try to sleep huh ?

Connor is already sleeping.

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Connor takes his backpack as Hank and Cole take a breakfast with some fire.

Hank : You sure you don’t want to eat anything ? Connor : No thanks, I have my own stock. You should save your food for your kid. Hank : … Hey, if you ever need to find us… after you’ve found what you’re looking for, I have a police radio. Frequency 58,7 kHz. Connor: I won’t need it but- thanks. Good luck.

Connor leaves.

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Cole : What should we do now? Hank : … We need to find more food… and weapons. I’ll go downtown today. You… You’ll stay here alright? Cole : No I… I want to stay with you… Hank : I know you’re scared Cole… But it’s too dangerous. You’ll be safe hidden in the car. Cole : You’ll be quick? Hank : Back before sunset, pinky swear.

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Hank finds an axe on a bar counter.

Suddenly : *BONG BONG BONG BONG*

Hank : What the-

He runs outside and hides against a wall as walkers pass nearby, heading to the source of the ringing.

He looks up and sees Connor climbing on a ladder but a Walker is trying to grab his leg.

Hank comes and kills the monster. Connor : You..! Follow me !

On the rooftop, they see the church. It’s an automatic bell, the walkers are massively getting around the building. There is something painted on the wall that says “Find Jericho” with black paint and scribbled under it “Find 9s”

Connor : Nines… Hank : What is Jericho ? Connor : … A safe place for survivors. It’s hidden… to keep the thieves and killers away. Hank : … The church. Connor : What ? Hank : Jericho, it has to do with the bible. The message is written on a church’s wall. It’s not a coincidence, there might be… a hint in there. Connor : … But we can’t get inside with those creeps around… Hank : … Maybe they leave when the church stops ringing the bells. Connor : Or maybe we should try to lead them away with… Hank : With what ? Connor : … Your car.

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Connor : So, let me get it straight. You drive around the town honking. It will attract the creeps away from the church. I get inside the church and look for any kind of hint. When the bells start ringing I get out before the creeps come back. And what do we do with Cole ?

Hank : He’s going with you. I don’t want to have him in the car with hundreds of undeads trying to get me. Connor : … I don’t- Hank : Don’t worry. He’s a smart kid. He will do as you say. Right Cole? Cole : …Hmm. Connor: … Fine. Let’s do it.

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Connor and Cole sneak into the church. Connor kills two of the Walkers still inside the church as Cole follows him cautiously.

Cole : … Look. *he points out a book on the altar* Connor : … It’s a bible… The chapter about the Battle of Jericho… it can’t be a coincidence. *They look up and see something written with old blood on the wall behind the altar. It says “Rahab the harlot defied the King of Jericho. Here lies the key to the fortress.”* Cole : What’s a harlot? Connor : … You should… ask your father. Now… I have to read… and think. Cole : … We only have one hour left before the bells ring again… Connor : I know.

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Connor : … I don’t get it ! There must be something I’m missing ! Cole : … Connor, I found a map ! Connor : Not now Cole, I’m trying to focus… Cole : Connor, look ! Connor : Cole please I really need-…

Cole shows him the map… there is a “9s” written on it.

Connor : Nines ! Cole : Does it help ? Connor : … I don’t know-…

The bells ring suddenly.

Connor : Crap… we have to get out of here. Give me your hand, buddy.

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Hank is waiting for them : he has lit a fire and when Cole sees him, he lets go of Connor’s hand and runs to hug his dad.

Hank : I gotcha, pumpkin. *looking up at Connor* Did you find something ? Connor : I think… Hank : You think ? Connor : I have this map my brother left for me inside the church… there was some kind of riddle on the wall, and it must have something to do with this but… there is nothing noted on it. Hank : What’s the riddle ? Connor : “Rahab the harlot defied the King of Jericho, here lies the key to the fortress.” Rahab was a prostitute, she helped Joshua by hiding spies he sent inside the city… and Joshua spared her when he took the fortress. But I… I don’t see the connection. Hank : … Let me see the map.

Connor gives it. Cole sits next to his father, near the fire, and soon falls asleep. After some time thinking and overthinking it, Hank finally points to a town on the map. A city called Defiance.

Hank : Look. Connor : Defiance… Of course. The key lies in Rahab’s defiance… Defiance is a town… Fuck- You’re a genius…! Hank : Man, I was feeling like a Detective again… felt nice for a moment. Connor: You were a Detective? Hank : A police Lieutenant, to be specific. But yeah. Detective works too. Connor : … I don’t think the treasure hunt is done yet. You’re gonna need your supercop sense again ! Hank : … It’s good to see you all excited. Feels like meeting the real Connor under the survivor’s shell. Connor: It’s nice… that Cole and you don’t have that shell yet… humanity is a rare thing to find down there. Hank : … So, who is “Nines” ? Connor : My little brother. We lived together, in the same group of survivors. Our camp was attacked… we got separated. Hank : Looks like he’s smart. He solved the riddle all by himself. It took the two of us to understand the hint. Connor : He’s always been a nerd. Hank : Pffft… Well we should try to get some sleep. We should be able to reach Stoneton, then we’ll have to find more gas.

Hank gets up and carries Cole to the car seats.

Connor: … Hank…? Hank : Yup ? Connor : Can I… Can I come with you two ? I could go to Defiance by myself but… if you’re heading there too, maybe we could… Hank : What the heck ? Of course you’re coming with us. With our two half-brains we’re gonna need each other’s help to find Jericho and your brother, don’t you think ? Connor *chuckles* : Right.

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myfeetkeepdancing · 3 years

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A/N: The gif and the idea of soldier!Tom made me feel things. Not sure if I used right terminology for the army ranks. But enjoy!

NSFW! 18+

The unbearable heat, the sand, and the distance between home. It gets to you. With the sun sinking behind the horizon of sand, you make your way to the latrine. Simple plywood boxes, a couple of shower stalls, and sinks. It's a strange place. Searing heat in the day and cold nights as soon as the sun sat low. You can already feel the temperature drop as the first breeze of the cold wind blows past your exposed arms. Pushing against the door, you welcome the warm and somewhat damp atmosphere. But a wave of disappointment washes over as you spot another person in the corner of your eye. Once again, you don't have the place to yourself.

"Sergeant." You salute in one hand, the other holding your bag of clean clothes. The higher your rank, the better the facilities. That was a blatant lie. Nothing was better. You get a plain simple salute back from the other and continue on inward. You take the other stall, preparing yourself to change out of your clothes. Already feeling the unease of sharing the latrine with someone else.

"Dude...." A familiar voice calls out to you. "You look like shit."

You turn back, and only then do you notice the person you share the latrine with. Small goosebumps shoot up your skin. "Holland." Unable to keep a straight face. A ray of sunshine between all the bitter and harsh realities. "Yeah… Thanks" You sniffle at his comment. "You too."

"I heard you went outside." He says with a serious look on his face.

"Yep… we went out for patrol." You nod, sighing as you recollect what happened hours ago. "We got caught in a firefight." Jabbing two fingers near your left shoulder. "Connor got shot." Indicating the hit.

"Shit… How's he doing?"

"Lost a lot of blood. But... eh... he'll be fine." Ending the conversation by turning your back to him. Seeing him undress made you nervous. Privacy wasn't much here, but you at least try to respect the others. Hoping to get it in return.

You strip without another word and step into the shower cubicle. Opening the rusty valve connecting the shoddy pipework to release a stream of hot water. That feeling of finally being able to wash away the dirt and sand from your pores is heavenly. The sand gets everywhere. Sometimes you wonder if it's gotten into your brain as well. You close your eyes and let the water pour onto your face. Cleanse yourself of sweat, sand, dust, and stress.

With a squeaky sound beside you, your stream of water cuts half in pressure and dips in temperature. Tom got under the shower as well. "And you?" He continues, standing in the other shower cubicle. Being square in size, made of plywood, and covering very little to nothing. Shower curtains are something the army never heard of. No privacy whatsoever. "You don't look too good."

"I'm fine." You grumble and avoid eye contact. It felt weird in many ways. If you wanted to talk with someone, you preferred to do that somewhere else. "Just… counting down the days, you know…" And try to shrug off your thoughts. Turning away slowly from the conversation.

"Yeah… You and me both." He confessed. "Damn desert. Sand gets everywhere." Chuckling to himself.

"It really does..." You sigh as the water runs down your face. Relaxing you. But time and water are limited. Opening your eyes, you reach beside you for the shampoo.

A shot of heat coursed through you. As if being caught. But you weren't. You caught Tom, arching forward, staring down into your stall. It happens quickly, and you manage to catch glimpses. While his one hand continued washing his abs and chest. The other surely wasn't doing that. You share a glimpse of eye contact. You couldn't help it either. You looked. Your eyes were drawn to it. It was awkward enough for the both of you to look back away right after. Tom shifted his gaze to the front of him, looking at the stream of water. Anything to avoid each other. You pour the shampoo in your hands." Eyes to yourself, Holland."

"Yeah, Yeah…" He mumbled while continuing to scrub himself clean. Instinctively you both turned your backs to each other. "I eh… was looking for my shampoo." Scraping his voice with rather an unease and slight nervousness.

"I… I don't have it, Tom." You said, scanning the floor around you. "M-Must have fallen down the other side." Taken aback by the sound of your own voice. You weren't sure if the last remaining bits of adrenaline from earlier were surfacing or that which you saw earlier. But the authority in your voice was softened. And one thing is sure, you're trembling lightly. Watching the shampoo wiggle in your hand. You try to steady your breathing. You try to shake it off. Continue cleaning yourself. Let the water run down your face again. Count down from ten. Think of happy things. Cats. Dogs. Home. The beach. Shirtless Tom…

You cursed yourself under your breath. Feeling the blood race to places you wish it wouldn't. Think of other things. Reset your mind. But you can't. The trembles become worse. And you can't fool your body any longer. You feel it. The terror grows as quickly as your length hardens. The quick-paced footsteps coming from the other stall send you into a panicked state.

"Let me use yours." He announced as the plywood makeshift door creaks open behind you. It's enough to make your heart skip several beats. You want to scold him, bellow in outrage. Entering one's shower cubicle was strictly forbidden. You know the rules. You knew them all too well.

Turning on your heel, ready to face him. Snarl him a disciplinary warning. "We agreed-..." The words came out shakingly. Quieter than you had planned. But they were silenced. Tom had closed the distance faster than the plywood door could fall shut on its own. You embrace the feeling of his lips on yours wholeheartedly. You close your eyes and let it happen. Moaning softly into the kiss as you both inched together. An erratic groan escaped both your lips as you watched each other, feeling your cocks come in contact. Like blunt swords battling it out. "T-Tom… We p-promised we'd never…."

"No, shut up…" He cut you off, cupping your cheeks in both his hands rather aggressively. Followed by a smashing on his lips on yours. "I missed you so much." He whispered, staring at you with this loving glint in his eye. “Your touch... all of it.”

"I missed you too." You reply with a growing smile. The emotion in Tom's eyes, the passion, the care. Nothing made this hell hole of a desert easier than being with him. Feeling a mutual smile grow. "I love you." You both whispered in unison. Careful not to speak it out loud.

"We have little time." He glanced back at the white clock hanging beside the door. Even showering time for Sergeants had its limits. With a quick gesture, you wind the chain of his dog tag around your fingers. Pulling his lips in. "Will you be quiet for me?" You command, more than ask, pinning him to the corner of the cubicle. Tom's pleading eyes said enough as you put the dog tag between his teeth. Nodding eagerly in agreement. He looks drop-dead gorgeous. But you have little time to take it in. Tom swings both arms to either side of the plywood walls. Seeing him all ready and willing, you quickly grab both his legs and hoist him up by the knees. Quickly repositioning your hands on his hips, and then the asscheeks. Stabilizing the position as you align your cock to his hole.

Air escapes your lungs as Tom's tight hole slides over your cock. Welcoming you with a warm, tight embrace you've missed for so long. You both shudder, shake and quiver in utter bliss. The position allows you to penetrate deep into him. Forcing a whimpering groan of pleasure from Tom. Clenching his jaw as he struggles to stay quiet. Desperate to drown out the sounds. His teeth gritting on the metal of his dog tag. Throwing his head back and tightening his grip on the plywood, he fights to stay in the game.

The first few rolls of your hips are controlled and almost without the sound of flesh on flesh. Careful not to make much of a commotion. Careful not to break the plywood. Careful not to let emotions get the better of you.

But seeing Tom like this. Feeling him. It's all too much too quickly. That short hair. Sharp jawline. Whimpering sounds. The way the muscles in his arms strain and his abs flex and relax. The sway of his muscled chest ebbing to your pounding thrusts. It's a build-up that finds a release faster and faster.

You've been stationed with Tom for months. Both of you leading a squad of your own. Luckily. You couldn't really pinpoint how it started. How the love manifested in the first place. Was it the shared training? That talk on the plane? That firefight? The dinner talks? Somehow you managed to find each other. Talk and enjoy each other's company. Or was it the lack of girls around? Tom assured you it wasn't. Taking every ounce of doubt you had with a kiss you'd never known you wanted.

It didn't make it easier. Because you simply couldn't work together. You only had eyes for one another. Especially in an environment where danger lurks around each and every corner. That dreaded feeling when a squad went out for patrol. For some of them, it might be their last. And Tom thought the same. The grueling long hours of waiting for them to return. Hearing sounds in the distance. It gets to you.

But the happiness of seeing him return. It's unmatched. Bloodied and bruised. It didn't matter. He's alive. You wanted to jump in one's arms. Celebrate life. But you couldn't. A nod had to suffice.

The others didn't know. And you wanted to keep it that way. It wasn't healthy in the least. Some days, you avoided each other like the plague. Differentiate your breaks as much as possible. But once in a while… you needed each other—more than ever.

"You're gonna make me cum..." Tom breathed out. He shook and losing part of his balance. His one arm snapped onto his bouncing cock. Jerking fervently along his length. Grunting and gasping for air. His dog tag sliding back on the chain. You feel him tighten around you—all in a matter of seconds. Tom shuddered in your hold as you try to keep him balanced. Angling his hardened cock onto his stomach as he felt the wave surge.

Cum is hard to clean. It's sticky and leaves a weird residue on most surfaces. Tom knew, when aroused, he could shoot quite the load. Even more so when it's been weeks. Shooting in arches even artillery specialists could learn from. One final rub of his fingers on his cockhead and his balls did the rest. You hold him. Keep him steady. With your cock sheathed deep into him. You watch him shoot his load. Splattering his abs with unfathomed speeds and intervals. Covering his abs and curves in bursts of cum.

"C'mere… baby." He commandeered with a shaken voice. Tom feeling your climax and understanding the need of you pulling out of him. You simply couldn't finish inside of him. But that was easier said than done.

Tom, still recovering from his climax, trembles shaking his frame and muscles weakened by the ecstasy. He helps you pull out, feeling the urgency of helping you with your climax. Your knees already weak, and your hands shaking. You push Tom down as soon as he has his feet to the floor. Forcing him down the plywood plank, ass on the floor. You manage to take a small step forward, one hand of your cock. The other reaching for plywood, holding on for support. Salvation at hand. You try to aim, but thankfully Tom helps.

Warm, wet lips envelop your pulsing length. Tom takes no chances to let you spill any on the floor or on walls. Helping you climax with the help of his mouth and an unexpected finger up your ass. In reflex, you arch forward to the towel in range of you. And clench your teeth down hard on the towel. Desperate to drown out your groan of pleasure. Your knees begin to buckle, and you hear Tom struggle. Gurgling as you length pushed further into the back of his mouth. Almost down his throat. Tom had worked a finger between your asscheeks and pushed deep into your hole. Drilling at your insides. Making you close to spasming out of pure bliss. Forcing you to shoot your load down his throat.

Your vision is hazy and so in your mind. You're barely able to breathe. And nor could Tom. Holding on for dear life on the plywood wall. But you manage to regain your footing. Pulling your length from his throat. A rough cough and wheeze followed, suppressed by him shielding his mouth with his arm. Making sure to wipe away any saliva and more.

Tom sits there on the floor, the water from the shower falling in between his legs. You watch him as you catch your breath. Leaning with both arms crossed on that half wall of plywood. Tom coughing the last bit of wetness from his throat. You comb your fingers through his short hairs. A bit roughly. But he likes it that way. Letting his head follow with the force of your hand. Hanging back against the wall. Seeing his muscled chest rise and fall. A smile out of thousands. It's precious. Eyes that make you flutter. "Almost a minute." You wink. "That was really quick."

"It's been too long." He smirks. With no time to waste, you hunch down in front of him and pull him into the waterfall of the shower. Letting your lips reunite as the warm water washes away the sweat from your exhausted bodies. Giggles go back and forth in relative quiet, giving him a helping hand with cleaning the cum from his stomach and abs.

Something as simple as that, yet loaded with sexual tension in that moment. Simple strokes of your fingers, guided by his hand. Helping him clean. You have to stop yourself from going further. And so does Tom. Seeing your cocks harden within seconds. In the end, it's a necessary clean-up. No evidence. Making sure it does run down the drain. No traces.

Blood on the other hand became a normality. The sight of it doesn't scare you anymore. Seeing trials of thinned-down blood collect in the drain. "Don't worry…" Tom assures you as you observe the whirls of water mixing together before disappearing into the drain. "Old wounds. See?" Turning his torso to the side and showing you cuts and bruises on his back.

"You got a new one." You murmur, running your finger along the cut. It's long and not that deep. But bleeds slowly.

He looks over his shoulder, following your finger. "That's from just now." He beams. "I'm wearing that one proudly." Kissing you as you let that sink in. Slowly starting to get on his knees, ready to go.

"Promise me-..." The air stocks in your throat. And try to blink away the tears welling in your eyes. "T-Tom…" You whisper with a trembling voice, trying to get his attention again as you both rise to your feet. Knowing the moment is there. Tom not letting one moment go by without his lips praising you. Small kisses peppered across your skin. No pattern. No hickeys. Just adoration and love.

With one hand, he reaches for the back of your head, placing his forehead against yours. "Listen to me, (Y/N)." He says staring deep into your eyes. "You have to stay strong. We're almost done here. Just a little bit more..."

"I know." You sigh. "I know…"

"Please stay safe, darling." He whispers. The words burn into your very soul. His kindness and caring nature. It's impossible to keep the tears from rolling. "I know you can do it." Patting your cheek. "Please do…" Rubbing the first tears from your eyes. "Cause I heard your boys talking about how reckless you've been lately."

"I will…" You nod. And kiss him goodbye. "Now go." Slapping him on the ass. "Go before they start noticing anything." Pushing him out of the cubicle.

"Promise me, (Y/N)." He veered back. "I wanna bring you back in one piece. Alive."

"I promise." And you can't help but smile.

"Good, cause my parents are dying to meet you..." Kissing you back before storming out of your cubicle. Taking his towel and closing his shower. "I've told them all about you." He winks. Leaving you all in awe. And a reprimand for showering too long.

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asset35-maya · 3 years

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.When the party’s over.

>REINITIALISING…

>ALL SYSTEMS ONLINE

>WIRELESS CHARGING: 69%

>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: STABLE

>24H FILE RECOVERY: 45%

Nines slowly regained consciousness. He was lying on his side and everything around him was quiet.

>ENVIRONMENTAL SCAN IN PROGRESS…

>THREAT ANALYSIS IN PROGRESS…

Layers of fabric covered his body and something soft and warm was pressed against his face. Eyes still shut, he nudged it gently with his nose and it emitted a low vibration.

>2% THREAT DETECTED: FELINE SUBJECT

The cat sprang upwards and hopped off the surface that Nines was lying on. It was ostensibly a bed, but Nines didn’t own any furniture apart from a couch and work table. The logical conclusion was that he was not in his own apartment.

>RUN LOCALISATION PROGRAM: Y/N?

>ERROR: PROGRAM FAILED TO EXECUTE

>ERROR: MEMORY FILE CORRUPTION

Nines had no absolutely recollection of his whereabouts or how he had arrived. He had not been compromised as his system health was stable, so there was probably another reason for being completely disoriented. It was voluntary.

He had gotten the android equivalent of blackout drunk.

It was not the first time and he feared it would not be the last. Such were the hard-partying ways of his friends and colleagues. They were all terrible influences. He loved them dearly, but they were terrible.

At 6PM every Friday, Chen and Miller would start things off rather innocently. “Hey there’s a new brewery downtown.” Or “My bartender cousin just hooked us up with a thirty percent discount!”

From there it wouldn’t take long for the DPD’s resident frat boys Connor and Gavin to gather a steady crowd of officers and check out the venue. If the vibes were good (which they almost always were), Sixty would get wind of things. Then the rest of the frat house would descend and total chaos would reign until the break of dawn.

SWAT Unit 32 was famous for its particularly destructive brand of revelry. Skinny dipping in private swimming pools, scaling skyscraper rooftops and causing media scandals were all par for the course. The day after Captain Allen’s birthday, the DPD crew spent the entirety of their bonuses to repair the collapsed ceiling of the Eden Club.

Nines couldn’t remember how he exactly he was coopted into the madness. Probably peer pressure. Connor insisted that he try thirium alcohol. Sixty said that he would regret being a loser and not joining them. Gavin had just held out a hand and double-winked. That did the trick.

One night blended into another and soon Nines had worked up quite a reputation of his own. He was the Casanova of the homicide department. The handsome devil… the hunter… the sex god. People would actually come by his desk and congratulate him on Monday morning.

Nines hated it but he couldn’t stop himself from doing the same thing over and over. Perhaps it was the appreciative clap on the shoulder from Gavin the morning after Sixty posted photos of a high-end Traci model giving Nines his very first lap dance.

Life at the DPD was the epitome of work hard, play hard. It seemed like one big party but deep down Nines knew they were all just slaves to their compulsions. He wondered whether it was because they needed to celebrate every demon they vanquished or whether they needed to wipe the troubling memories of doing so.

In Nines case, there were definitely things he needed to kill within himself. Some were nightmare inducing crime scenes, but some were memories so heart-wrenchingly sweet that he thought he might self-destruct if he were to dwell on them too long. There were things he couldn’t have and things he needed to erase from his brain.

Something touched his face gently.

>PERIPHERAL OBJECT DETECTED: HUMAN HAND

>THREAT ANALYSIS: NON-COMBATIVE

The hair on his forehead was brushed aside and fingers ran over his features. A thumb swept over his bottom lip and caressed his cheek.

Nines couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes and come face to face with his most recent conquest. He lay still, frozen with regret as the hand continued to stroke his face.

The hand travelled down his neck and fell upon his chest. Nines caught it abruptly. It wasn’t even the month-end and his savings were badly depleted. He couldn’t afford round two. He retracted the synth skin down to his wrist and prepared the electronic payment credentials.

Fingers merely intertwined with his.

“Just take your money and go. I’ll tip extra if you delete everything from your hard drive.”

“What the phck are you talking about?”

Nines eyes flew open. Steel blue met storm green.

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP OVERLOAD

“Fuck!”

“Wow that’s flattering.”

Nines pinched the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes in a vain attempt to remember what had led to this absolute, unmitigated disaster.

“What the hell happened last night?”

Gavin looked affronted.

“You ruined our housewarming for one.”

>MEMORY ARCHIVE SEARCH: housewarming, Gavin

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “G.REED” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:33 18 JULY 2040: Assholes. Party at our new place. Next Friday. From seven till LATE. Bring booze, bring bitches. Nah. Actually, don’t. Our landlord’s a bastard and we already got three noise complaints.

>RESULT: TEXT MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM “CONMAN” IN GROUPCHAT “CLUBBERCOPS”, 15:34 18 JULY 2040: Yeah we should keep this one PG. Bring food if you wanna eat. This mf can’t cook and I don’t care to. See y’all!!

Oh right. Fuck. Gavin’s housewarming. Gavin and Connor’s housewarming. His two closest friends who were somehow even closer to one another. Nines hadn’t realised until it was far too late and there was nothing for him to do but smother the bitterness with his favourite coping mechanisms: android alcohol and paid sex.

The circumstances definitely explained the state he was in, but things still didn’t add up.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did we… did we…”

“No. Nothing happened between us. You were completely shitfaced. I just put you to bed to stop you from embarrassing yourself.”

Nines looked up at the ceiling, struggling to put the pieces together. His system offered him no useful prompts. The fermented thirium had done its job of code corruption extremely well. He looked back down and met the green eyes focused on him with deep concern.

“What did I do?”

“Sixty has videos, but I don’t think you want to see them. God, Nines… why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I’m really sorry, Gavin. I didn’t mean to ruin your night… and Connor’s.”

“He’s fine. He and Sixty moved the crew to Hank’s place. Which is what we should have done in the first place… there’s really no point throwing a party in this shoebox and telling people like Tina Chen to be quiet. Honestly if it wasn’t you it would have been her bringing the house down. Good thing they had all of Michigan Drive to tear up. Hank’s neighbours can sleep though a bombing.”

“What did I do?”

Gavin put his hand back on Nines’ face, his expression unintelligible. The human touched him often enough, but never like this. Never so intimately. Nines forced down the twisting sensation in his torso. He couldn’t get his hopes up. This was pity.

Nines braced himself to hear the worst. He prepared for the shredding of all his dignity and the collapse of his falsely extroverted and confident identity.

What came though was a soft press of lips to his forehead.

“It wasn’t pretty and I wish it hadn’t happened like that, but I think it was a long time coming… I’ve never seen you so emotional before. I’m sorry I didn’t notice anything all this while.”

“Gavin, please.”

“I’m going to focus on the positives, because really… there were a LOT of negatives. Oh boy. You… uh…”

“Gavin.”

The detective dipped his head and looked away.

“Phck, I shouldn’t be so embarrassed…

You told me you loved me.”

Nines closed his eyes. That was it. He should quit his job and move to another state. Hell, he should go to Cyberlife and request a factory reset on compassionate grounds.

“I’m so sorry. I… I should leave.”

He made to sit up, but was pushed back into the mattress. Gavin curled into his side.

“Nah. You’re good.”

“What?”

“You threw up on my plants and smashed Connor’s RA9 sculpture, buuuut you’re good.”

“I don’t understand.”

Gavin wrapped his arms around Nines and edged closer until the android was forced to turn on his side and reciprocate.

“What do you think, genius? If a guy like me doesn’t throw a guy like you out of the house after all that… what does it mean?”

“That you have a high tolerance for toxic friendships?”

“It means I want you to stick around, dipshit.”

>SYSTEM ALERT: THIRIUM PUMP RATE FLUCTUATIONS. OVERLOAD IMMINENT.

“You mean you like me?”

“Of course I do! I always have, but it never seemed right to bring it up. We’re actually really good friends. I didn’t think it would be possible when we first met but we have so much in common.”

“Bad habits for sure.”

“Come on, Nines. We’ve had a really great time together. Some of my best memories at the DPD are with you. Don’t ever quote me on it but you’re a phcking amazing partner. Can’t believe you thought I had something going with Connor when it’s always been you.

So yeah, I do like you. And I’m willing to try… I dunno… being with you. Like for real.

Stop drinking like that, though. I know I’m a hypocrite but you really scared me last night. I lost my Dad and I nearly lost Hank to the bottle. You might be this super advanced android, but that liquid courage shit is a death trap, man.”

>SYSTEM ERROR: THIRIUM PUMP AT MAX FLOW RATE. PUMP OVERLOAD. REDUCE PRESSURE IMMEDIATELY!

Nines nodded quickly and blinked away the tears that welled up in his eyes. Gavin grasped the android’s chin and tipped his face down gently. Their eyes fluttered shut simultaneously and their lips met.

>SYSTEM RECOVERY MESSAGE: THIRIUM PUMP FUNCTIONALITY RESTORED

They broke apart after several golden moments and Gavin hugged Nines tightly under the sheets.

“What am I supposed to say to the others? I don’t think I can look any of them in the eye ever again.”

“Are you serious? You got nothing on the insanity that bunch is capable of. Sixty thinks he’s hot shit with his blackmail material, but I got receipts that’ll glue his mouth shut for decades. Anyway, that’s what friends are meant to be like. You have dirt on each other but you’re not meant to use it.

The same applies to us too, by the way. Don’t feel like you gotta be… apologetic about what happened last night. Yeah, you better replace my fancy new plants but I’ll never judge you for what happened. I want you to know that I’ll always be in your corner, Nines.”

Nines hummed thoughtfully and ran a hand though Gavin’s hair, marvelling at the fact that he could now do so whenever he wanted. He didn’t say anything in response, and just settled for cuddling closer to the human.

>>RK900 SYSTEM HEALTH: EXCELLENT

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dubersbutt · 3 years

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Take a Bow (4) - Connor McDavid and Leon Draisaitl

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3,

Warnings: Babies, anxiety/feelings of heightened anxiety, smut

It’s not that Connor hates kids. They just make him uncomfortable.

Like when his aunt had a baby when he was 13 his mom asked if Connor wanted to hold him. Connor was fine when his mom gently placed the baby in his arms. Up until his mom told her to be super careful with his head or else he could snap his neck and kill him. Or if Connor accidently pressed his soft spot it could severely detriment his brain development. It was too much responsibility.

At least that’s what he used to think.

He fell in love with Emilia the minute you walked through the front door with her in the baby carrier. The dogs were excited by the tiny squirming arms inside the carrier, he had to hold Lenny back so he didn’t crush her.

“This is going to sound super cliche,” Connor says as he coos into the carrier where Emilia is trying to open her tiny eyes, “but she is the cutest baby I’ve ever seen.”

“She’s a lot cuter now that her head is a normal shape,” you joke, munching on a cookie Connor had set out for you.

“Can you stop making fun of our daughter’s cone head?” Leon rolls his eyes.

“You didn’t see it, it was terrifying.”

(Connor googles a picture of it later. Babies are fucking weird.)

He helps you up the stairs to the waiting cup of tea on the mug warmer in your bedroom. He lets you get settled, handing you the TV remote and giving you a kiss on the forehead before going back downstairs to meet his daughter (step-daughter? Connor didn’t really know).

“Can I hold her?” Connor asks when he finds Leon and Emilia in the living room.

“What happened to the three month rule?” He raises an amused eyebrow.

Connor had created it after the incident. He didn’t hold a baby that was younger than 3 months.

“I’m feeling brave.”

Leon scooches over so Connor has room to sit comfortably. Leon gently places Emilia in his arms, and gives Connor a pillow to prop his arm on. Emilia’s blinks at him before squirming and stretching her little arms over her head. Connor feels all warm and fuzzy in his chest.

“Hello, Emilia,” he says, with a smile on his face, “I’m your other dad.”

~~~

Connor’s not inherently a jealous person.

Or at least he thought he was. But ever since Emilia came home he’s been feeling it. He loves Emilia, don’t get him wrong. Well, actually, he should backpedal for a second.

Connor is still annoyed at Leon.

He knows he should probably bring this up (because look what happened last time) but he hasn’t because Leon was trying to make things right with you. He obviously was trying with Connor as well, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was an afterthought. Some days were better than others, but everytime Connor thought about how he woke up and couldn’t find Leon in the penthouse he felt like puking.

Emilia eases the pain. He truly does love her like his own. The only time he uses the “she’s your kid” card is when it's 2 am and he’s too tired to get up. But he rarely even does that because Connor’s always been the heaviest sleeper out of the three of you. But other than that, he volunteers for bathtime, plays with her while you’re in the shower, he doesn’t even hate changing diapers that much.The puppies love her too, they’ve transitioned from napping on the dog beds in the living room to the spot on the couch closest to the bassinet to keep an eye on them. He regularly has to stop Lenny from trying to jump in and crush Emilia.

Back to Leon (Connor tends to get side tracked when talking about Emilia). Connor’s still annoyed and he’s been working up to talking about it. But it never seems like a good time. First you were pregnant, and Connor didn’t want to upset either of you. Then it was playoffs and Connor didn’t have any time to think about anything else. Then they got swept and Connor did nothing but eat ice cream for a week like he just had his first heartbreak. And after that…well, he just hates confrontation.

He keeps telling himself that he’ll get around to it, that he just wants to gather his thoughts but he knows he’s stalling at this point. Mostly because -

“So did you do what we talked about last session?” Sophie, his therapist, asks him at the beginning of his appointment.

-his therapist calls him on his bulshit. And he realizes that’s the whole reason he pays her, but it’s still rude.

“About that…” Connor trails off.

She gives him an amused smile, “Connor, you know I don’t like telling you what to do but I strongly suggest you talk to Leon.”

“Sophie, my girlfriend gave birth, we started playoffs and got swept all in the last two weeks,” he says with an exasperated sigh, “I deserve a little time for myself. Isn’t that what you told me last week?”

“I was getting to that,” she says.

Connor almost didn’t show up to his first session. He spent the whole ride over that he his therapist would be a quiet homophobe and who’d sell his story to the presses and ruin his life.

But then he went in and saw the framed photo of Sophie and her wife and their twins. He let out a sigh of relief and felt more comfortable telling her about his life. She didn’t even really watch hockey and she told him that he thought he was a “good player” for his age. Connor always has to stop himself from laughing whenever she tries to compliment his playing style. She’s adorable.

“And what about (Y?N)? Have you thought about what you were going to say to her?”

He knows. He just doesn’t know if you’ll want the same thing.

“I have, a little bit.”

“And would you like to share what you’ve been thinking about?”

“I-uh,” he swallows, “I want another baby?”

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t think so.”

Sophie sends him home with the same homework he had last week: try to slowly figure out what he wants to say when he’s eventually ready to have a talk.

When he comes home, Leon’s standing in the kitchen by Emillia’s bottle warmer. He looks stupid hot holding a baby and Connor’s only mildly annotated about it.

“Hey,” he flashes Connor a bright smile when he notices Connor’s presence, “Can you hold her while I make her a bottle?”

“Sure,” He takes Emilia from Leon before sliding the dimmer down on the light switch. Her eyes slowly open in the dim light and her gumless smile warms Connor’s heart.

“Hello sweet girl,” he coos, watching as she somehow wiggles an arm loose from her blanket, “I love you. I hope you had a good morning.”

He doesn’t expect her to answer, obviously, but she does start to open and close her mouth, indicating she's hungry.

“Leo, you’re too slow,” he taunts playfully, watching as Leon carefully measures out the formula, “she’s starving over here.”

“I can only move so fast,” he laughs.

When Leon finally gets Emilia her bottle Connor relaxes into the dining room chair as she eats her lunch.

“How was therapy?”

Connor told you and Leon that he started going when he came home from his session. Connor didn’t divulge everything that happened in his sessions but it felt nice to have someone ask.

“It was good,” he says, leaning over and resting his head on Leon’s shoulder, “I only cried a little this time.”

Leon chuckles, “Does that mean therapy’s working?”

“Probably.”

~~~

Connor can’t help but laugh when he rewatches the interview of Leon talking about Emilia. He manages to somehow be adorable and sarcastic at the same time. You’re settled against his chest with your ipad resting on your lap and he can feel your giggles as Leon gives his short, glib answers to the journalists' annoying questions.

(Congratulations, she’s very cute.

“I know. She is my daughter after all.”

Your girlfriend’s not going to get mad about that comment?

“She’s gonna get mad if you keep asking questions about her newborn.”)

“I can’t believe you haven’t seen this yet,” Connor says as he runs his fingers through your hair.”

“Neither can I,” you giggle as Leon looks into the camera like he’s on the Office.

Leon rolls his eyes as he emerges from the bathroom, now freshly shaven.

“It’s not that funny,” he says.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Leo,” Connor says, gently hooking his fingers in Leon’s chain to pull him down for a kiss, “You’re very funny.”

“Why did you shave?” you say as Leon turns to give you a kiss, “Your beard looked so good.”

“It was also getting super scratchy,” Connor says.

Leon gets under the covers on Connor’s otherside, “Yeah Emilia’s been distracting me from the beard routine.”

You scoff, “the scratch is the best part, Con.”

“Tell that to the scratch marks on my ass,” Connor says without thinking, and then immediately blushes.

You groan, “Don’t talk about anything remotely sexy when my poor vagina is still healing from pushing out a whole watermelon.”

Leon laughs, “Don’t worry, baby, the beard will be back by the time you get your 6 week all clear.”

~~~

(5 weeks later - after your 6 week all appointment)

“Guess what bitches,” you shout as you enter the kitchen, “I can finally have sex again.”

“Mhm,” Leon hums, feigning disinterest, “And what would you like me to do about that?”

“You’re mean and not funny,” you say lightly hip-checking him, “Besides I have two boyfriends for a reason.”

“Yeah about that,” Connor stretches and yawns, “Emilia kept me up last night so I was gonna take a nap.”

You blink, “I will go to Whyte Av and find some rando to screw in a coat closet, don’t fucking test me.”

Leon grabs your hips and pulls you against his body so your back is flush against his chest before walking forward and pressing your hips into the kitchen counter.

“As if I could pass up the opportunity to fuck this sweet little pussy,” he grinds his hips, pushing your hips further into the counter.

“What have you been cleared for?”

“L-light, non-strenous sex.”

Connor laughs, “Boring, but better than nothing.”

“Davo, take her upstairs,” Leon commands so Connor scoops you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom.

“Wait wait,” you say when they reach the top, “Where’s Emilia.”

“She’s napping in her crib,” Connor says as he drops you onto the bed, “Leo’s gonna check on her before he comes. So you can turn your brain off for a little bit.”

Connor doesn’t wait to hear your answer, just presses his lips to yours. He fels you moan against him. Connor’s hands slide under your shirt, slowly exposing skin. When he gets it over your head he trails his kisses down your body, unhooking your bra as he does. His kisses move in between your breasts to your belly.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses your belly button, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”

He hooks his fingers on your shorts, pulling them down your legs. He settles himself on the bed as he spreads your legs to press kisses to your inner thigh.

“Perfect,” Connor says, lightly nipping at the sensitive skin.

The tiny hitch of your breath causes all of his blood to rush straight to his dick, but he can’t bring himself to care. He takes his time, warming you up with kisses to your inner thighs, gently scraping his teeth against the skin. He kisses your pussy before running his tongue through your folds. His tongue gently caresses your clit with his tongue. Your hand comes down in his hair when he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your hips start to move against his face, grinding down to give yourself more friction.

“So impatient,” he hums, fucking one finger in you.

“It’s been six whole weeks,” you say, “I haven’t gone six weeks without sex since I was a virgin.”

Connor chuckles, “Easy baby, we’ll get there.”

~~~

Connor can’t help himself when he sees you changing Emilia’s onesie in her nursery. He walks up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Good morning,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek, “And good morning to the world’s most adorable baby.”

Emilia gurgles but doesn’t retort. Smh, someone needs to teach her how to be humble.

“Morning,” you reply, buttoning up her fresh onesie, “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” he responds with another kiss, “Except when you kicked me in my ribs.”

“I take offense to that,” you raise an eyebrow, “I am an angel in bed. And, yes, pun intended.”

Connor snorts, “We both know that's a lie.”

Both Connor and Leon have been victims of your aggressive sleeping style. One of these days he’s gonna tie all your limbs down, and not in a sexy way. But not in a murderous way either, let’s make that clear. In a Connor-wants-one-singular-night-to-not-get-punched-in-his-sleep way.

Oh god, his brain is rambling. Oh god, he does not want to do this.

“(Y/N),” he says before he can talk himself out of it, “I’ve been wanting to talk to you about something.”

“About what?” you ask, holding Emilia close as you sit down in the rocking chair.

“I…” Connor has never been this sweaty in his life, “I want another baby.”

“Oh,” you say, indifferent, “Congratulations.”

His brow furrows, “what?”

“On growing a uterus,” you arch an eyebrow, “Because I sure as hell am not using mine again for like 3 years.”

Connor laughs, “I wasn’t saying right away. But, I just want to know if it’s something on the table.”

“I want another baby,” you say, “And as long as you’re willing to wait, I don’t see why it would be an issue.”

~~~

And Connor definitely feels lighter after his talk with you. And he even impresses Sophie by actually doing his homework for once:

“So did you talk to Leon yet?” She asks after he’s finished giving his rundown of his week.

“No,” he says sheepishly, “But I did talk to (Y/N) about having another baby.”

She has the professionalism to not look shocked, but Connor is getting a little better at reading her. Or at least he thinks he is. He still gets anxious whenever she writes things on her notepad, “and how did that go?”

“Honestly, it was better than I expected.”

“How so?”

He shrugs, “I guess I was just expecting the worst?”

“And why is that?”

He shrugs again, “Isn’t that something that you’re supposed to figure out when you psychoanalyze me at the beginning of every session?”

Sophie throws her head back in laughter, “You do know I can’t read your mind right.”

It sure feels like she can sometimes. Which is why he pays her but still, it’s rude. ~~~

Connor thought he was sweaty and anxious before talking to you. However, when it comes time to talk to Leon he also feels nauseous. Like, he might throw up in the kitchen sink again nauseously. But he’s been sitting on this for a few months now - but what if Leon hates him. What if he doesn't want to be with Connor anymore. What if he asks for a trade?

No, Connor’s spiraling. Leon’s a rational person; he's not gonna hate Connor for talking about his feelings, something Leon encourages because Connor tends to bottle things up until he explodes.

But what if-

No. No spiraling, yet.

“Leo,” Leon hums against Connors chest from his spot on the couch next to him, “You still awake?”

“Yeah,” he says quietly, “But I was thinking about going upstairs soon.”

Connor shuts the TV off, “Um, actually before that can we...talk?”

Leon sits up and stretches, “What about?”

Connor takes a deep breath, “I think - I think I’m mad at you?”

Leon looks a little confused, and Connor can’t say he blames him, “You think you’re mad at me?”

“I-yeah,” he takes another breath, “I know you’ve been trying really hard to reconcile with (Y/N), and that’s great, and I’m definitely not trying to say I take priority over her, but it kind of feels like you’ve put me on the backburner a bit.”

Leon nods, “How so?”

Connor shrugs, “I mean, when you came back and you apologized it was definitely pointed towards her. And it’s the little things, like you always make what (Y/N) wants for dinner and not me. It feels a little bit like there’s a hierarchy here.”

“Do you...feel this way with (Y/N) too?”

“A little bit,” he says, “But mostly with things concerning Emilia, so it’s not as big of an issue.”

Connor realized he feels a bit…scorned, for lack of a better word. Connor was with you first, and that’s not something he feels jealous about but now it’s all coming up. Connor never left you, Connor was the one who held back your hair and wiped your tears when Leon was MIA. Connor was there, Leon left.

...maybe he did need to talk to you some more.

~~~

Connor and Leon spend a long time talking on the couch before they join you in bed. Eventually, Leon puts his head in Connor’s lap as the conversation turns mundane and they just enjoy each other’s presence. It’s been a while since they’ve done that. They end the night with a little make out session that doesn’t lead anywhere more. It was nice.

The next morning Connor’s on baby duty. Not that he minds, it’s always nice to start his day with a smile from Emilia. He changes her diaper and puts a fresh sleeper on her, listening to the little baby noises she makes. When he’s finished he takes her downstairs to the kitchen where you and Leon are making breakfast.

“Good morning, babe,” Leon says when Connor turns the corner, “Do you want strawberries or blueberries on your french toast?”

Leon was making his favourite breakfast. Connor can’t stop the smile from spreading on his face.

“And how’s my favourite girl?” he asks, giving Emilia a little kiss on her forehead.

“A pooping machine,” Connor responds to her, and Emilia laughs at him.

“Did she just-?” you get from your spot on the barstool and run to Connor’s side.

“Her first laugh?” Connor says, “Yeah.”

He tickles her belly in an effort to get her to keep laughing, but she chooses that moment to be a stubborn newborn and frowns instead.

He looks at Leon, “She is absolutely your baby.”

“I smiled when I was a baby!”

“No, Leo he’s got a point,” you say in between funny faces, “your mom said she has one baby photo of you smiling because you would refuse to smile for the camera.”

“I was shy.”

“You’re a robot,” Connor says.

“Like you’re one to talk,” you scoff.

~~~

“Connor please,” you pant, “I don’t know what I did to deserve this.”

Connor holds back a laugh, watching the sweat drip down your face, “I thought this is what you wanted?”

“Leo!,” you yell, catching his attention from across the room, “Tell Connor he’s being an ass.”

Leon does not hold back his laugh, “He’s got a point.”

“I can’t believe I’m getting bullied right now.”

Connor wraps his arms around you and pulls you close into his body, “It’s just some squats, baby, it’s not the end of the world.”

“It is when you keep adding weight!”

“Because you’re stronger.”

You just stare at him and, honestly, Connor feels a little scared.

“Tell you what,” he leans down so he can whisper in your ear, “If you make it through your sets, without complaining, Leo and I will take turns eating you out tears run down your pretty little face.”

“Promise?” you hold out your pinky.

Emilia’s being babysat by her grandparents so Connor feels no qualms when he links his pinky with yours, “Promise.”

“Promise what?” Leon pipes up from his place on the leg press.

“Connor offered up your body in exchange for squats,” you say, shouldering the bar once more.

“And what did Connor say I would do?”

“You’ll find out,” Connor says, waving a hand at Leon nonchalantly.

“I don’t even get to know how I’m being used as a bargaining chip?”

“Nope,” Connor says with a smile, popping the ‘p’.

~~~

Leon learns what the exact terms and conditions are of the agreement about an hour later. And, just like Connor expected, he does not complain.

He even has the audacity to wink at Connor as he’s tongue-deep in pussy. Ugh, he forgot what the butterflies in his stomach felt like when he’s not constantly annoyed with Leon. He can’t help himself, he gets up from where he was giving his jaw a break, and slides his fingers over Leon’s hole. Leon tenses up ever so slightly, he breaks the momentum he had on you, evident by how hard your ankles are digging into Leon’s shoulders.

“Don’t stop,” Connor grunts, slipping one digit past the rim, “You don’t cum until she does.”

He slides his finger all the way before uncapping the lube and lathering his fingers up and adding a second. Connor knows when he hits Leon’s prostate when He lets out a low groan into your cunt.

“Fuuuuuuck,” you whine, writhing against the sheets.

Leon pushes back on Connor’s fingers at the same time your hips start to grind down feverishly on Leon’s face.

“Make her cum, Leo,” Connor says, removing his fingers from Leon’s ass and teasing his hole once more.

Leon’s focus changes completely. His fingers dig into your hipbones, pulling you closer to him so he has a better angle. Your chest is rising and falling quickly, heaving off the bed when Leon finally sucks your clit. You cum with a shout, tumbling over the edge, pussy clenching around Leon’s tongue.

Connor wastes no time, grabbing Leon’s hips to steady him before spreading Leon's cheeks and swiping his tongue in long, broad strokes. Connor’s not the biggest fan of rimming, but Leon loves it. Leon groans as Connor teases him, starts to rut against the bed when Connor’s tongue dips into his hole, loses it when Connor starts to fuck him open with his tongue. He reaches over to jack Leon off, pumping him as he continues to take him apart. Leon goes limp beneath him, reduced to nothing but moans. Connor speeds up his ministries, revealing in the way Connor’s name falls weakly from Leon’s mouth. Leon bucks hard against the bed, cums with a shudder. Connor takes his hand off Leon's cock, and places it on his own but doesn’t quite relent on his tongue, working Leon through the aftershocks' pleasure. It doesn’t take very long for Connor to cum, finally letting up on Leon and effectively ruining his boxers.

“Aw Leo,” Connor says once he can catch his breath, “We have to watch the duvet cover now.”

~~~

“Where is my baby?” Connor teases playfully when you walk through the door, baby carrier in hand.

“Calm your tits,” you say, placing the carrier on the kitchen counter and allowing Connor to take her out, “She’s home, and just woke up from a nap.”

“I wish I took a nap today,” Connor says as he rocks Emilia in his arms. She gives Connor a toothless smile and Connor just wants to smoosh her.

“Has anyone ever told you, you look really good holding a baby?” Leon says, giving Connor a quick peck on the cheek.

“Good enough to have another baby?” Connor asks.

You roll your eyes, “Two years, Con.”

“I’m just teasing.”

And, yeah, Connor finally starts to feel like he’s home again.

#poly fic #connor mcdavid #leon draisaitl #ran writes #connor mcdavid imagine #leon draisaitl imagine #nhl smut #nhl oneshot #connor mcdavid smut #leon draisaitl smut

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norasalina · 2 years

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Assassins Creed/Marvel Crossover

So I’m just thinking Desmond is standing there, hand on the Eye, burning from the inside out, and then the energy just kind of... snags on something in his brain. And then there’s just like, this collective,

Oh.

And then like very ancestor of his that had Isu blood and touched a Piece of Eden just like, gets data-dumped into his mind, kinda like Altair and Ezio and Connor, but... like, more of them.

And cause I liked this idea so much I went and like, hunted through each of the assassins family lines and managed to put a family tree together that gets... most of them on there, as being Desmonds ancestors, cause it just worked out nicely and I wanted it, so. Yeah.

Spent a whole evening after work on just that, working out dates and locations to see what works out. And since it’s cannon which side of the family some of the characters came from, I just put them in and filled the blanks with Assassins that fit the time frame/ethnicity. Turned out... really well timed and convenient, actually, so I’ll be posting that family tree too at some point cause I’m proud of it.

Anyway. Another weird thing, doing research for this idea led me to discover that a lot of Assassins that had contact with the Pieces of Eden were like, 25/26. Or a bit younger. Which I thought was kinda interesting but also worked out great for my idea cause it boils down to:

When someone with Isu DNA has contact with any Piece of Eden, it like, copies/downloads them from the moment they are first touched. Kinda like how Minerva and them are all super old, but look the same each time. So yeah, they like get an avatar made for them in the Isu database thing, but cause Desmonds been getting his head messed with so much the last few months, he get each Assassin that was ‘downloaded’ but with all their memories, not just the ones up til they touched the Piece or had a kid.

So basically there are a bunch of fully fledged-out people in their early-to-mid twenties ‘bodies’ crowding his brain, getting his memories too, and then the Eye- which had been there so long it became semi-sentient- just kinda goes Oops and tried to shove them back out of Desmonds head, cause it needs that space to do its job, but all the energy it’s producing and the glitching from the Flare and Desmonds Brain and 70,000 year old systems all just kinda... spaz out, so that instead of shoving the consciousnesses into, like, a server, they get shoved into the real world, the massive amounts of energy being sucked up causing Science Magic to happen and then there’s another glitch at the same time and the ‘get them out’ command just kinda goes into ‘Well, Okay Then’ mode, and Out becomes Out If This Dimension, cause you can’t tell me the Isu can calculate the future that exactly and not have found alternate universes after the Flare while trying to find a way to stop the next one.

So yeah, Desmond wakes up in the Temple, arm like, smoking and with glowing lines but not damaged, and looks around to find... uh, Many Assassins, oh no, why are they here, am I dead? Let me be dead, I don’t have to deal with this if I’m dead. But he’s not, and there’s a lot of Historic Figures stumbling to their feet, but they got his memories too so at least trying to explain all this isn’t necessary and them knowing how the Modern World works without needing a PowerPoint presentation is definitely a plus but still what is he supposed to do with them?

Nothing, Desmond thinks, nothing at all, I can just tell the others and let them handle it while I go and pass out until the next apocalypse. Only no one is there, and the Temple looks a lot more... busted up than before, and having several professional free climbers to poke around confirm that yeah, I don’t think this is the same place, or if it is a lot of time has passed since we got here. So Desmond gets them all to Stay Put, Please! and goes out to find the nearest town, discovers that the date is December 13th, 2012, and Iron Man helped save a hospital from being crushed by a giant tarantula. Which... okay. Yeah, that might be a Problem.

So they find out that they’re in a different dimension, with no records or supplies, and research shows that the Assassins and Templars never existed outside of the Crusades. But a bunch of other groups have sprung up to try their hand at World Domination in their place. So what’s a bunch of histories best Assassins to do? Well, rebuild and fight back, of course! And who better to lead them than the man who knows the most of their strange new world?

And that is how Desmond Miles eventually found himself having to stop his family members from killing Hawkeye.

#assassin's creed #desmond miles #fanfic #Brain puff #crossover #marvel #the avengers #ancestors

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itlivesproject · 2 years

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just want to thank mod win for answering my last ask bc as the release date gets closer i've been thinking of nothing else but the implications of their answer bc if the (surviving) ilitw gang know abt, say redfieldmc, have they seen them or are they not ready yet 😔 if they did. specifically thinking of the ilitw LIs. oh i know that first meeting hurt like hell like they're happy they're still here and not mindless but it's sick that it had to be like THAT 😭 but i also wanted to share this bc i cannot remove the image of them just ghosting redfieldmc for months while helping the revival effort bc it pains them to see them as redfield. basically ilitw LIs @ redfieldmc:

also does that mean they know abt noah with them 💀 bc i can only imagine the Reactions if they do i understand we probably won't see it bc of coding and it will distract from the main plot (genuinely can't wait for the LORE on everything everyone looks so layered and interesting 🤤 particularly abt mc and lincoln i cant wait to unwrap everything going on with him bc i KNOW im going to end up wanting to cook him sinigang after we learn his past 😁) but i can't stop thinking of the possibilities in my head. the guilt the resentment the underlying thread of gratefulness to noah for anchoring redfieldmc to their humanity and a few others that will come to me eventually. it's definitely just a volatile cocktail of emotions. can't wait for the other LIs to have their ilw ch2 connor moment (im not even romancing him but *sad smile* she's the cutest ghost in town got me wanting to slide down the wall props to the writer of that sequence fr. i can only imagine what it would do to me to see the lucas equivalent) and possibly the live noah reaction if they're in love with that bad bitch 🤩.

so to summarize my longwinded asks (im so sorry for the length but i can't seem to keep it down) cant believe its only two days left my brain is going haywire in excitement for the old and new gangs and thank you for the work you all did and are going to do to send off the it lives anthology with style. i hope you all have a good day!! 🥰💞🔥💖

I love long winded asks 🥰 it’s always great to see peoples thought processes. If I can promise you anything it’s that there will always be so much ANGST! (Also appreciate the Lincoln mention, he is my main man ✊✊)

Now this is being answered after the game aired through ch 3, so I hope you enjoyed the next chapter and onto ch 4!!

#ask #anon #mod win

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iammissingautumn · 3 years

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Some other quotes from Tommy’s stream.

Jack: “You died and you think you’re all that. And you think you know everything.”

Tommy: “I don’t think I’m all that! I died.”

Jack: “I died!”

Jack: “We died!”

Tommy about Tubbo: “He’s staring at me like I’m not even real. And he’s got a new best friend.... a new husband!”

Tommy: “I died! And now I’m not even back!!”

“I can’t believe so many people think I’m dead.”

T: “Connor I died and it feels like I’m straight back there. Being punched to death. I need to be honest with you, it feels like I’m right there. I fall to the ground and I die and I see it and then I’m here for months. I was there for months Connor. In the void.”

Tommy, to L’Manberg: “I fucking miss when times were simpler. All I had to worry about was defeating one big green guy and all I had to do was follow someone else’s lead. But now it looks like I’m gonna have to follow my own lead.”

Tommy to Ranboo, about Tubbo: “He just looked at your ass.”

Ranboo: “Did Sam lie?”

T: “Sam did not lie. I was gone.”

Ranboo: “You were... gone...?”

Tommy: “Why’s he looking at you like that? Why’s he— is he your best friend?”

Ranboo: “Yeah he’s one of my best friends, yeah.”

T: “......Cool.”

Quackity: “I don’t know what kind of sick fucking joke this is. Halloween was a long time ago and for you to be dressing up as a deceased person. I dont know who’s doing this, I don’t know who’s doing this shit— this shit is so disrespectful. I encourage you to go change your skin right now. Because this is not funny. This is not funny at all.

T: “..okay....”

Quackity: “You sound like him too...”

“I know I’m here but... I still feel fucking dead.”

“And I’m not even Tubbo’s best friend anymore....”

“I cant do this anymore. I cant keep being dead. I cant keep being the one in the middle. I cant keep being the one alone in the middle. I need to kill Dream. And I need to do it soon.”

Jack Manifold Stream Quotes!

“Thank you for the raid Tommy! Thank you! Oh just remembered, You’re a dick head! Oops! Brain slipped there!”

“I shouldn’t have grieved Tommy the day he died. I lost my friend a long time ago.”

“Because Tommyinnit isn’t my friend and he hasn’t been my friend for a long time. All that remains is a ball of chaos. [Dream]’s in [prison] and Tommy’s still going the thing that he’s always done. Going after him. And all that happens is other people get hurt. Tubbo, me, Niki, everyone!”

“Dream didnt bring back a friend with that book, he brought back a monster.”

“He said that he came back and learned a lot. What did he learned? Because he just seemed to prove he didn’t change. All he did was belittle me and talk over me. He changed none.”

“Dream needs a *book* to bring himself back. Man does not. Does man need book, right chat?”

“Someone in chat said ‘if you knew what Tommy went through.—‘ if Tommy knew what *I* went through than we wouldn’t have any of this. I’d be up to talk. But he Isnt.”

Niki: “We literally tried to nuke this child and he’s still alive, so can you blame me?” [for not believing Tommy was dead]

Jack: “Well Dream beat him to death with a potato so I bet that makes us feel better about the nuke plan”

Niki: “Jack, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kill Tommy. Ya know Tommy has gone through a lot to and it’s not his fault Wilbur..-“

Jack: “He sacrificed nations and people for little discs of vinyl. He’s been through a lot but we haven’t sacrificed others like he has.”

N: “You’re right but... we don’t really need nations... do we Jack?”

[After Niki describes her village as people take what they need as they need it and not having a government]

Jack:“What happens when someone comes along and wants to take too much? What then?”

Niki:“Nothing! I just.. I just built this place. That’s all. No one runs this place.”

Jack to Niki: “Every time I’ve tried to go on and do my own thing he comes and ruins the picture. I cant go and do my own things. Today he came and shrugged me off and dismissed me. He hasn’t change and he’s gonna keep this up! I want to take him down.”

Jack: “ ‘Been through a lot.’ ’been through a lot’ it’s like she forgot everything. Everything we went through together. As if it never happened. How do you just moved on? Knowing that he’s still alive and could do it all over again. It’s great she has baking and chickens and being an anarchist or whatever. But how. How, if she’s really with me, does she turn and look at me and go ‘yeah but he’s been through a lot’ as if he’s not gonna go back and do it again.”

J: “At least Tommy was killed by his enemy. Someone he knew would kill him. I got killed by my best friend.”

J: “That books didn’t bring back my friend. He brought back Dream’s toy.”

“I have never in my life have been so pleased to hear the words ‘You look poor.’ ” - After Foolish gave him two diamond blocks

Chat: “It’s time to ‘be worse’ Jack Manifold. Be worse to make the world better.”

Jack: “That’s a good point, chat. Good point...”

#tommyinnit #ranboo #Tubbo #Quackity #jack manifold #niki nihachu #dream #nihachu #connoreatspants #l’manberg #awsamdude #mcyt #mcytblr #minecraft yt #dsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp #mod caden #clingyblr

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trexy225 · 2 years

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TPYH-Chapter 28: Gaslight, Gatekeeper, Girlboss?

Summary: My Psych Professor said that once and it's engraved in my brain

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore Otto… I watched Stromms tests… and even with all the improvements, the rat still suffered!” you sobbed… you hated it when you cried, it wasn’t pretty.

Otto handed you a tissue. “I’m sorry y/n…” he honestly didn’t know how to make this situation any better.

“This was all a mistake… No matter how hard I’ll try, nothing will change, they’ll just stay the same.” You blew your nose.

“That’s not true. You are changing this company, we don’t see as many PETA protestors as we used to ever since you’ve come here.” Otto pointed out.

“Did you see that last one they did?” you asked.

“Yes… was that a lamb fetus?” Otto asked, disgusted.

You nodded.

“Where the hell did they even get that? And we don’t even experiment on lambs!” Otto pointed out.

You couldn’t help but snicker, “Who knows Otto, they’re PETA… But you’re right. I just need to keep working hard, do my best… And the rest will take care of itself.” you managed to calm down.

Otto smiled. “Do you want to know what Alfred did this morning?” he asked.

“Of course! Do you have the album?” you asked, perking up.

Otto took the huge album out of his satchel and you laughed, he flipped through the many, many polaroids of Alfred until he found a photo of Alfred hanging upside down on Otto's curtains, you laughed.

“How did he even do that?”

“I have no idea…” Otto admitted.

You both continued talking to each other about life, work, and of course your animals…

And then you woke up.

“Ugh…” you grumbled as you got out of bed, Venom was already cleaning the animal's cages, one of your ferrets was hanging onto one of their limbs for dear life, it eventually fell off onto a basket of laundry… pooped on it, and then scrambled back to climb Venom again. You groaned as you grabbed the clothing they pooped on and shoved it in the washing machine.

“What’s got you so excited?” You grumbled as you started to make some coffee.

Check the calendarrrr!!! Venom sang, you looked at the feeding calendar and groaned. Today was circled many times with a gold sharpie, and in Venom's handwriting read Yum Yum time!!! With little hearts. You shook your head, you’ve been so busy working on your care guide, trying not to kick Dr. Connors in the balls again, and avoiding any thoughts of Otto that the month really flew by.

“Ok, ok. Tonight we’ll get you something to eat.” You started to change into your work clothes and yawned.

Someone. Venom corrected.

“...Yes, someone.” You started to help Venom with the cleaning and as soon as you both finished, it was time to go.

You typed furiously on your computer, working on the lab care guide. You were excited, this had to work, it was going to work. You paused when your mouse hovered over a folder labeled Olivia Hates Otto you smiled at the memory, you and Otto decided to try and get Olivia to like him… it wasn’t as successful as you had hoped it would be. You clicked a random video clip.

Trial #12, Olivia is… you heard your voice over the video laughing, the video showed an awkward Otto across the room from Olivia, who glared at him.

Nice bird… Otto muttered, Olivia squawked and flew at him, the camera fell as you ran to save Otto from Olivia's wrath. No!! Olivia! You heard Otto yell as Olivia flapped around him. You laughed.

So… Otto what do you think the results of Trial #12 were? You asked, Otto's hair was messed up, but he was laughing to himself.

I’m starting to get the idea that she doesn’t like me. He joked, past you burst out in laughter and he joined you. The video ended and you looked at your reflection.

“I shouldn’t have watched that…” you muttered, you missed him so much. What was he doing right now? Was he safe? Did he- no, NO stop it! You grumbled to yourself as you opened up the care guide again.

You can feel these things y/n. Venom told you quietly.

“I don’t want to feel these things, besides. That Otto… That’s not who he is now, he changed… and he made his decision, so I just need to shove it all down and move on.” your voice trembled as you continued working. You didn’t stop for lunch, or when everyone left to go home.

y/n… Venom finally said.

“What?”

It’s time to eat. I smell the janitor… Venom suggested hungrily.

“No, we’re not eating the janitor… Come on.” You got up and started walking down the streets, hoping that this entire thing would be over soon. You stopped suddenly and looked across the street, your brain was doing that weird tingly thing again…

Did you hear that? Venom asked.

“Yeah…” You ran across the street into the alleyway, you heard gunshots and froze.

“Is this… is this too much?” You asked.

Let me take over. Venom told you, you nodded and they took over. You closed your eyes and waited for it to all be over.

“Listen, I’ll get the money for you, I swear! Just give me more time!” The man begged, and backed into the corner.

“You see… Kingpins gave you enough time, now I don’t want to do anything drastic… but Tombstone said by any means necessary, and there are a lot of things I can do to get what I want from you, ok?” A large man twirled his gun and aimed it at the man's head.

“I just need-” The man stammered.

“How much do you think your body is worth Mr. Lennep?” The thug asked absentmindedly.

“I-I’m sorry?”

“The average human body is worth half a million dollars, now that’s just half of your debt… but I think that your wife might cover the other half?”

“No, NO Don’t do anything to her!”

“Kingpin sends his regards.” The man cocked the gun and squeezed the trigger, but nothing happened.

“AAUURGGHHHH!” The man yelled as Venom grabbed him with one of their limbs and devoured him, the man watched in horror, Venom smiled as they advanced onto the man.

“No! NO we are not eating him!” your muffled voice rang out. Venom rolled their eyes. “Fine! Do you want to grab a drink?” Venom asked you.

“That actually sounds great… Let’s go.” You agreed and Venom left the trembling man.

“Could I have a rum and coke please?” You asked the bartender, she nodded as she prepared your drink.

“Could that be y/n fucking Osborn?” a familiar voice asked right next to you.

“Fuck me…” you groaned as you turned to face Monica.

“Been there, done that,” Monica smirked.

“If you try anything I swear I will use my own thumbs and gouge out your eyeballs.” You sneered. The bartender awkwardly handed you your drink and shuffled off.

Monica laughed. “Wow, someone’s changed!”

“I hate you.”

“I hate me too hun. Don’t worry. So, what brings you here?” Monica asked, swirling her glass of wine.

“I needed a drink.”

“Are you still trying to get over Otto? Or Doc Ock? What a fucking psychopath.” Monica took a sip.

“Watch it,” you warned.

Can I eat her? Venom asked.

“Too soon? Oh, I’m sorry. But I’m happy you’re not all rainbows and unicorns anymore.” Monica smirked.

“I was never like that.”

“No, you were… But like super depressed. That whole ‘as long as I work hard and do good things, good things will happen to me!’” She mocked you.

“I don’t talk like that.” “Either way, it’s nice to see that you’re not dead along with your old ass boyfriend.”

“He’s not dead.”

“How do you know that?”

“I don’t miss you, Monica.”

Monica giggled as she took another sip… She was drunk.

“I hope you find somebody as immature and shitty as you are Monica, I really do.” you paid the bartender and left. Monica just laughed.

You were with her? Venom asked, disgusted.

“Yep…”

Yikes…

“Yep.” you walked back home in silence, you needed another drink.

He’s saying that a giant black monster ate the man who threatened him.

Jesus, what are you thinking, drugs?

Yeah, we’re taking him to a clinic right now.

Peter listened to the Police radio in his bedroom, this was the second time already that he’s heard about this black monster. That woman he helped last month said the exact same thing, although she couldn’t give much else, he understood. But he didn’t understand this black monster… What was it? He really hoped it was just a coincidence and that it wasn’t another big bad like Green Goblin or Doc Ock… He was starting his new job tomorrow, and he couldn’t mess this one up.

He needed a drink.

#otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #doc ock #kingpin #spiderman #raimi spider man #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x reader #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #venom symbiote #venom #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #emotional damage

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purple-dahlias · 3 years

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day four- comfort

wc: 1155 requested: no warnings: talk of infant death, panic attacks

Ava sits on the foldup bed in the dim lighting of the on-call room, staring at the floor unblinking, her pager and scrub cap lying discarded beside her stethoscope on the table next to her.

How could she have let this happen? If she had just been a little quicker, realised a little earlier. It was all her fault. Hers alone. And others might think that she was devastated because of her reputation, but no. This wasn’t that. Not at all. Not in any way, shape or form. This was about the life that had just been lost. About the individual. The family. How it would affect them.

As a doctor, you were trained to know that no, you wouldn’t be able to jump in and save everyone, because that was impossible. That there would be patients you couldn’t save, patients who would die. But nothing, noneof those words, those stories could prepare you for how it actually was, how it affected you when it really did happen in front of you, on your watch.

And it had happened before. The nature of her specialty was that she often saw some of the sickest patients, people who were fighting, fighting for their lives, whose bodies just couldn’t hold out any longer. But still, when it was a child, a three-month-old baby, it hit hard. No matter how many deaths she had seen, how much misery, how much anguish and suffering, that would never get any easier. Ever. And really, Ava’s not sure she would want it to. Because for it to get easier would mean she had become indifferent, closed off from how it made her feel, how the death would impact the lives of everyone left behind. She always heard it told that to be a surgeon, you had to be more than a little detached. But she didn’t ever want to be in a position where she started to feel like that.

So instead, here she was, hidden away in the on-call room, not ready to face the world, not ready to be greeted by reality, not ready to have to inform the family. Not now, not just yet. All she wants right now is for her thoughts to stop, for her mind to just go quiet. To not have to deal with it all, even if that is only for a little bit.

Her pager goes off, and she knows it’s most probably Connor or Dr Latham looking for her, since she’d fled the operating theatre as soon as she was able to. But Ava just doesn’t have the energy to reach across and answer, let alone leave the room. She just couldn’t.

The door bangs open and still Ava can’t find it in her to move.

“Ava what are you doing? I’ve been paging you for the past half hour,” he begins, exasperated.

And normally, Ava would have a clever response, something cutting to say, but right now. She just can’t.

Connor seems to pick up on that (which, in ordinary times, would have made Ava remark something along the lines of “oh, so you’re not as dense as a stick after all,” but right now, she’s too focused on the pattern of the floor tiles beneath her feet to pay him any mind).

“Ava?” He tries again, his tone a little softer now as he makes his way over to her when he doesn’t receive a response.

She’s still motionless, hands in her lap, staring into the distance at nothing in particular when he sits down beside her, the fold-up bed creaking slightly at the additional weight.

“It’s all my fault,” Ava manages to choke out, still not looking at him.

“Oh Ava, no, hey,” Connor knows now what she’s getting at. Ella. The three-month-old. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close, holding her as her shoulders begin to shake, the sobs wracking her form.

“Ava, there was nothing more you could have done. You did everything you could. No one could ask for more. It’s a sad, horrible truth, but sometimes these things do just happen and there’s nothing you or I could do to prevent it.”

“You know, sometimes what I want to hear is exactly what I don’t want to hear. I just—I know all that but—”

“I know, Avey, I know.”

“I just hate this. She was so small and her family— they were counting on me to help her and now…” she trails off, her breath hitching.

Connor knows at times like these, there’s not really anything anyone could say to improve the situation, no matter how kind their words, no matter how softly spoken they were. So instead, he holds her close as she falls apart, the tears coursing down her face, her breathing becoming more and more erratic.

“Connor—I—” Ava gasps out, chest rising and falling rapidly, the tears now silently choking her as her airways feel like they’re closing up. The seconds bleed by, painfully slow, and Ava’s sure she’s been like this for hours, everything just seems to be passing by her in slow motion. Maybe this is what drowning feels like, a small part of her brain thinks.

He hates this. Seeing one of the most driven, most formidable women he had ever met struggling like this.

“Ava, hey, Ava, I need you to breathe for me, alright. With me, okay. Are you ready?” Connor makes sure his voice is as soft and steady as possible, knowing it wouldn’t do Ava any good to see him worried when he needs her to trust him to help.

Ava manages a nod. She couldn’t get any words out if she tried.

“Okay in… and out. In… and out. And in. there you go, you’re an old pro at this. And out,” he encourages, relieved as he watches Ava’s breathing ever so gradually slow and return to normal.

“Feel a little better?” Connor asks as Ava rests her head against his shoulder.

“I see you’ve been taking some tips from Sarah,” Ava tells him quietly. And if he has, she’s grateful. Truly.

“Maybe I have,” he smiles at her, handing her a tissue from the box on the table and tucking a lose curl of hair back behind her ear for her. “I can inform the family, if you like.”

“No. I need to do it. I owe it to them,” Ava sighs heavily, strengthening her resolve as she takes the tissue Connor offers her, trying to fix herself up as best she could.

“Well then I can come with you. You don’t have to do this alone, you know.”

“Thank you,” she manages a watery smile for him. “How do I look?”

“Not like you’ve spent the last half hour bawling your eyes out, that’s for sure.”

That is not funny, Connor,” Ava shoves him, pulling on her white coat, glad that Connor is there.

#medtober2021 #ava bekker #connor rhodes #rhekker #platonic rhekker #chicago med #my writing

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punksarahreese · 2 years

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“ look, you need a break. okay? ” for oncologist!ava

Break | Carcinos

Oncologist!Ava; The hard cases are always the ones she tries to shoulder on her own

CW: cancer talk

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“Did you want to talk about it?” Connor’s voice tore her attention away from the drink she had been mindlessly swirling in its glass. The furrow of her brow and questioning eyes told him he needed to elaborate more.

“Whatever is making you upset,” he continued, “You can tell me, Ava.”

“Nothing is making me upset. I’m fine,” her reply was probably meant to be delivered smoothly but the stiffness in her posture was easy to read.

“You asked me to go out for drinks without any prompting on my end and you haven’t said one sarcastic thing to me today. That doesn’t seem like you being fine.”

“Not everything is about you, Connor,” her snide remark lacked any playful venom, as if said just for the sake of it.

“I worry about you, Ava,” he sighed and nudged her hand to prompt her to look at him. The eye contact was fleeting on Ava’s end, broken almost as quickly as it was made. She just shrugged in reply, muttering something he didn’t quite pick up but knew it was probably dismissive.

He let the topic fall short, for his sake if not hers. The last thing he wanted was to annoy Ava while trying to comfort her, but it could be so frustrating. Something was clearly bothering her, why else would she want to go drinking on a Thursday evening? She trusted him, or at least he hoped she did, though it was beginning to feel like maybe Ava didn’t trust anyone.

A lull in conversation gave way to a stale silence, save for the chatter of the bar around them. Catching the tremor of Ava’s hand as she stirred her drink, Connor looked at her expectantly. She wanted to talk, that was clear, but getting the words out was too hard. A part of him was worried she was about to drop a bomb, like she was leaving Chicago or was cutting him off as a friend. Connor didn’t have a chance to run through every worst case scenario, though, because the woman finally spoke.

“It’s… just- it’s one of my patients,” her accented words were usually so eloquently said, yet she stumbled over these ones in a way that it couldn’t be good news.

“What about them?”

“Six year old Hispanic male, in and out of hospital for two years with the same diagnosis,” she recited the words like she was presenting to an attending, “Juvenile pilocytic astrocytoma.”

“Not good?” Connor inferred, sighed when she nodded.

“It’s low grade but I think it may be growing quicker. I’ve poured over these scans for hours, Connor, searching for a way to work around this. I had to tell his mother today that it’s inoperable; which makes me just another oncologist telling her there’s no hope.”

“Shit,” paediatric cases were the worst even for a doctor like Ava, “Why is it inoperable?”

“JPA commonly splits into more than one tumour, though it is localized in the brain. My problem is there’s a met almost directly on the optic nerve pathway, alongside another one taking up half his left hemisphere.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yeah,” Ava sighed, “The margins are so well defined but every neuro attending I’ve talked to said it’s too risky. We could blind him or he would bleed out before that. It’s just not possible, even though the damn tumours look like you could pluck them out without picking up a ten-blade.”

“I’m sorry, Ava. Telling a parent what they don’t want to hear is hard. Is there anything you can do?”

“Chemo and more chemo,” she spat the words out like they burnt her mouth, “He’s been through two rounds with only minimal shrinkage and nothing will cure this like resection would. If we miss one cell it will come back in months, if he even makes it off the table.”

Connor nodded, mulling over what she said. He didn’t really know how to comfort his friend yet he knew it’s what she was seeking. She usually had all the answers and wouldn’t turn to a cardio surgeon for medical advice. Ava was seeking out the promised support of their casual environment, indirect reassurance that she wasn’t fucking up a sick child’s life.

“If it’s inoperable it’s inoperable,” he agreed, “Chemo sounds like the best bet, yeah? You’ll just have to consult with your attendings; see what they think is the best course.”

“I know. It’s not even that it’s just-,” she paused to knock back the rest of the whisky in her glass and coughed a little before continuing, “He- Tomas is his name- said something.”

Her eyes locked with Connor’s for a moment and he had never seen her so worried. Her brow had been stuck in a furrowed position the whole night and her usually focused gaze was quite the opposite. He didn’t speak, worried it would distract her from what she wanted to say, but reached out towards her. Ava didn’t pull back from the gentle hand that covered her own, despite his skin being roughened by harsh sanitizers, the touch was a fleeting comfort she hadn’t had in a while.

“He just said ‘I have a brain tumour,’ but it hit me so hard. I don’t know why it’s just… no child should have to say that but he was so nonchalant. It’s a gross reality, I guess? This six year old has been sick for so long that he’s accepted it; even though his mom is far from doing the same.”

“Ouch. That’s definitely a hard thing to hear.”

“He’s so little…” she hated the way her voice shook, “I don’t know… why does this hurt me? I’ve seen it all before, I’ve seen worse; so why am I so upset because a child has a tumour?”

“It’s normal, Ava,” Connor promised her, “You may be a surgeon but you are still human, we’re programmed to want to protect kids. You want to be the doctor who saves them all, especially the bleak cases, so it’s understandable to be upset.”

“I hate that you’re right,” she surprised Connor by tightening her hold on his hand, linking their fingers like she needed a lifeline. In that moment it was the one thing keeping her from bursting into tears, though she would never tell him that.

“Ava, I think you need to step back.”

“I can’t-.”

“Don’t argue with me. Please,” normally she would have hated that tone from him but all she could do was listen.

“Look, you need a break, okay?” he continued, “It’s almost the weekend and I know you have PTO available. You’ve clocked full hours and an insane amount of overtime this month, I promise the oncology ward will be fine without you for a few days.”

“I hate you,” she huffed, “I hate this.”

“I know.”

“You’re not gonna let me out of this, huh?”

“Nope,” Connor squeezed her hand a little, “You’re asking for a few days off, doctor’s orders.”

“Ass,” there was no venom in her muttered word though because she knew he was right. She had been working her ass off in an attempt to secure her spot as the most reliable fellow in her program. She didn’t have much competition at Gaffney but Ava would never let her guard down. She was exhausted and her head wasn’t in it, which was clear by the way she was fighting back tears.

“Thanks, Connor. I’m glad you care about me, Connor,” his attempt at mocking Ava’s accent was horrible, which he clearly knew. It did get the desired effect though because he saw the frustration disappear from Ava’s face as a stifled laugh replaced it. She still glared at him but he would gladly take the playful annoyance over tears, for both of their sakes.

“Just for that, you’re going to buy me another drink.”

#platonic rhekker my beloveds #my aus #chicago med #ava bekker #connor rhodes #rhekker #carcinos #oncologist!ava #asks #zee tag

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violet-knox · 3 years

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Thin Ice

Year 7 - Chapter 68

Summary: Severus dreads the apology he agreed to give to Connor but does his best to go through with it.

Word count: 1711

A/N: Hello! I am back! I'll do my best to resume weekly posting on Saturdays but as I'm still rusty to writing, I may miss a few Saturdays here and there. I replanned the rest of Year 7 with a total of 7 more chapters (including this one), all of which are basically filler chapters meant to help set up the next part of the the series. The remaining chapters will likely be fairly short but that's okay because I'm excited to get to the next part of the series! Thanks to everyone who's been leaving comments during my hiatus, they really mean a lot and helped me more than you can know 💜💜 I hope you enjoy this chapter and happy reading!

Previous Chapter - Chapter 1

Severus felt his heart thumping against his chest as he walked down the hall, your hand in his the only thing keeping him calm. He tightened his grip on you and felt you squeeze back in comfort as you led him towards the Entrance Hall. If you weren’t here with him, he knew he’d be running for the hills right now. He could care less what Connor thought about him, but this was important to you, and he knew you were right about what he needed to do next. Yesterday had been such a stressful day, but your relationship had survived it. It had grown so strong over the past year, he was astounded that it could withstand his stupidity.

Love truly was the most powerful thing he’d ever come to know, more so than any spell or curse he’d learned over the years. It was something he’d hoped to gain at Hogwarts, something that had come in the most unexpected way but he was so happy he’d experienced it. He knew now that it was all that mattered, that he had to protect it no matter the cost, that it was the only valuable thing in this world he possessed, and he would do anything to keep it, even if it meant facing the person he’d hurt yesterday.

“Are you ready?” You paused as you reached the Entrance Hall, taking his hands in yours as you looked up at him. You knew this couldn’t be easy for him, especially considering it was you who’d introduced him to Connor in the first place, but you were so glad he agreed to this without a second thought. It surprised you how easy it was to get him to agree to this meeting, but you wouldn’t protest of course. It showed growth, true compassion and understanding for what he’d done.

“No, but I know I have to do this,” Severus said calmly, gripping your hands tighter than ever before. He stared into your eyes and let them calm the ocean of chaos in his mind one last time before you led him outside towards the courtyard.

“I’m proud of you Sev,” you whispered to him as you let go of his hand, approaching your agreed upon meeting spot. Connor had already been waiting for you, his eyes fixed on you both as you approached him. It tore at you to see him look at you like this, his guard up, his eyes piercing with caution as you stopped before him. You could tell he was hurt, that your relationship with Severus felt like a betrayal to him after what happened yesterday and although you understood him, it saddened you to see someone you cared about look at you with such distaste.

“Connor, thanks for agreeing to meet,” you said, trying to break the ice as you felt the tension increase between him and Severus. You saw Severus let his hair fall in front of his face in the corner of your eyes as he always did when he wanted to retreat into himself. Connor looked like he was doing his best to keep himself from frowning which made what Severus did yesterday all the more heartbreaking. No one deserved to be treated that way, least of all him.

“I just wanted to say sorry if I was too forward,” Connor spoke to you, ignoring Severus entirely as he offered an apology. You could tell he partially blamed himself for what happened yesterday, but you didn’t see it that way. “I didn’t know you two were… together.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Connor. We were the ones who decided not to tell you about our relationship.” You took his guilt and made it your own, hoping it would help ease the situation and salvage the broken trust between the three of you. Silence filled the air as you all stood there awkwardly until you gave Severus a slight nudge, pushing him to say what you’d previously discussed with him.

“I-I’m sorry for what I said yesterday. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did,” Severus hesitantly said, his voice low in shame as he apologized for his regrettable actions yesterday. He meant what he said, and he did feel shameful for how he acted, but he hated the humiliating feeling that came with apologizing like this. He didn’t care for Connor like he did for you and Lily. He didn’t care for his forgiveness as he needed it from you and his ex-best friend. He felt nothing seeing Connor simply nod at his apology. It was clear the Ravenclaw had no interest in making amends, the air thickening around him.

“I-I hope we can remain friends,” you said awkwardly with a smile. Connor gave you a quick smile back as he shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling about how he had class before walking away, leaving you and Severus to your own company and the dreadful feeling of a broken friendship. You were saddened by how horribly that interaction had gone, how Connor so easily ran away from you after months of building your friendship with him. You couldn’t help but wonder if things were always to remain this way with anyone who tried to come into your life, if Severus would chase them away with his insecurities and you’d both have to live your lives in solitude.

“Sev, promise me this won’t happen again,” you stated out of fear as you turned to him, needing reassurance that being with Severus didn’t come with a lifetime sentence of loneliness and an inability to have friends. You looked at him with sincerity, your eyes wide and he could see your concern was genuine. He frowned as he realized how hurt you were by the situation he’d created.

“I promise,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours as his worries for your relationship returned. He looked down and slowly reached for your hand, your weight heavier than ever in his palms. He could feel the burden you carried now, your relationship strained after the obviously broken friendship with Connor. Despite your lack of faith in him, he started walking out of the courtyards towards the empty fields, hoping some time alone could help remind you of the love you shared.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” Severus could sense your sadness weighing you down more so than it had yesterday. He thought this encounter could help ease your mind, that doing what you asked would set things right, but it was clear his optimism had once again betrayed him. You tried to put on a happy face for him, your words kind and assuring yet holding no true meaning to them. He’d never felt so helpless as he did in this moment, wanting to go back to how things were without knowing how.

“What do you mean?” You gave him a weak smile as you began to slowly make your way back inside the castle.

“Is-is everything alright with us?” ‘Yes’was the answer he needed, the answer you wanted to give but you couldn’t lie to him. You promised yourself you wouldn’t do that when you began dating again but it stung to acknowledge the concerns and heaving emotions of worry in your chest.

“I want it to be. But I’m afraid for our future Severus.” It was the truth, as much of it as you could bare put into words, but nevertheless it was the truth. But as Severus stepped in front of you, stopping you in your tracks, you could tell he knew you were holding back. Your shoulders dropped as your eyes wandered from his, unable to bare another word of complaint to him, fearing what it would do after the obvious show of insecurity yesterday.

“Do you-do you think I’m a bad person?” He asked with a heavy voice, his eyes wide as he watched for your response. You quickly looked up at him so see the saddest frown you’d ever seen him wear begging you for acceptance and affection.

“Severus, of course not,” You assured him with true sincerity this time. And you meant what you said. He wasn’t a bad person, he was simply flawed, as are every Witch and Wizard. But that fact still didn’t excuse his behaviour, nor did it excuse the fact that he seemed very reluctant to change, into bettering himself. “Sev, I’ll always love you and I’ll always believe in you. I just feel like we’re in this unbreakable loop that will alienate us from the rest of the world forever and I don’t want that.”

“Neither do I,” he spoke in a soft tone. The guilt burned him from the inside, his brain screaming at him to let you go, saying it would be what's best for you, his heart fighting back as it wailed with need and desire. “I don’t want to hold you back.”

You could hear the heartbreak in his voice, the instant regret of what you said as if the only way he would be able to give you back your freedom was by letting you go entirely. His lack of self-worth seemed to be an occurring theme in your relationship, something you hoped one day would change. “You don’t have to, Severus. We can be each other's strengths if that’s what you want. You just have to believe in me and trust the love I have for you.”

“Is that how you feel for me even after all this?” His eyes softened as his frown transfigured into a small, but heartwarming grin. He admired you with such passion, wondering how you could be real, how someone on this planet could actually care for him as you did.

“Yes, always,” you whispered as you took his hand and began making your way to class. Severus stayed quiet the entire way there, replaying every moment of the last two days and coming to one simple solution: he would never be worthy of you and no matter what he did, he could never make up for everything he’d done, everything he’d hidden from you. He was completely at fault for what he was feeling right now and the only way he could even begin to do right by you was to change.

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Congrats on the 160 followers!

For your ask event, could I please give you the prompt of “Firsts”? More specifically “First fight”.

I’m thinking canon-verse, established relationship Reed900 with Gavin not realising that his strong, resilient boyfriend actually needs a lot more attention and affection than he lets on. The cause of the fight could be anything, maybe a forgotten anniversary, but I wanna see a fluffy fluffy reconciliation in your trademark writing style!

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//thank you Maya!!! Also I live this idea

Gavin was many things, but emotionally aware was not one of them. Which was in his humble opinion why he and Nines worked so well, being with Nines didn’t require that much emotional investment. Or so he had thought anyway. He didn’t really notice Nines pulling away from him until he was nearly gone, though now that he was looking back he could see some of the steps that were taken. As they said hindsight was twenty-twenty; but that wasn’t going to help him fix his relationship. Knowing that he was wrong wasn’t going to keep him from losing the best thing that had ever happened to him. It started out slowly enough, Nines started spending fewer nights at Gavin’s apartment, they didn’t live together so that wasn’t entirely unusual. Sometimes Nines needed time to himself, emotions were new to him and they could be overwhelming at times. Or that was what Gavin told himself, his boyfriend was bullet proof and nearly indestructible so it was hard to imagine anything else being wrong. Nines hadn’t been designed to feel anything so it was easy to convince himself that Nines only needed space to process. Then the coffees had stopped. Richard expressed himself largely through actions, and he expressed affection specifically through gifts, in Gavin’s case coffee. There was a stretch of weeks where the coffees were few and far between, but that was because they were working a big case and there just wasn’t time, though by the time the case had been closed they had stopped all together. Which Gavin hadn’t noticed until then because he was only human and could only put all of his focus on one thing at a time; and the maybe issue with Nines was not the thing that needed his attention at the time. It would pass, Nines just needed space.

Connor had been the last straw. It wasn’t that he thought Nines was cheating, he knew better than that. The reason Connor was the last straw was because of how Connor saw Nines. Nines was his little brother despite being the bigger and arguably more powerful of the two; Connor had been around longer and knew a little more about how things worked. Moreover Connor had loved, he knew what it was supposed to look like. Gavin didn’t particularly want to be on the bad side of someone made to get away with crimes. Either of them actually, though he feared Connor more than Nines. Nines looked the part, Connor did not, and there would have been people who argued that Gavin deserved it. So he needed to fix this before it got to that point. Easier said than done because Nines was actively avoiding him, which Gavin was sort of impressed by considering as they were partners. He would disappear at the end of their shift without giving Gavin a chance to say anything. It was getting frustrating. How was he supposed to fix things when he wasn’t being given a chance to learn what was wrong. That would change soon though. Things came to a head on a Friday afternoon. They were in Gavin’s car riding back from a scene when he couldn’t hold his tongue anymore. “Can you tell me what I did at least?” He asked, taking his eyes off the road long enough to glance at Nines, “If you’re going to avoid me.” “I’m not avoiding you.” Came the calculated reply, “I am putting as much effort into this relationship as you are.” Gavin wanted to call bullshit, “What do you mean?”

“I always come to you when we are together. I bring you coffee when we’re at the station.” He replied and there was anger at the very edge of his voice and something else, “But I get nothing back. I pull away and you can’t be bothered to check until Connor and I put in to swap partners.” “You what?” Gavin snapped, that shouldn’t have been what caught him and he knew it, “You’re going to work with Hank? Nines, what the hell?” “I don’t see another option Gavin. Clearly you want space and this seems the best way to handle that.” Nines replied, his voice back to level, “And I need time to reevaluate things apparently because I thought we were on the same page.” Gavin would have stared at him if he weren’t driving. Getting in a car accident didn’t seem like a good way to break the tension, “What is it exactly that made you think I wanted space? You have a multi-million dollar brain so what made it jump to that conclusion out of all of them.” “Your emotional distance for one thing. Humans are meant to feel things and unless you’re mad there usually isn’t anything.” Nines explained, “The fact that it has taken you four months to realize something is wrong despite my trying to bring it up several times. Out of all the things that should have upset you, what got a reaction out of you is that I would rather shadow the Lieutenant than be ignored.” Gavin sighed as they pulled into the station. “Then go.” He said, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do and there was no point in keeping Nines if he didn’t want to stay, “I clearly can’t make you happy so find someone who will.” He heard a computerized something come from Nines followed by a burst of static, and then he was gone. The echo of the car door closing sounded almost like a judge’s gavel coming down. Gavin couldn’t shake the feeling that he had made a mistake.

As much as Gavin hated the saying that you didn’t know what you had until it was gone, he found it was true. After months of working, if it could be called that, with Connor, he missed Nines. There was more to it than that as well. He spent a lot of time watching Nines, and he noticed that he wasn’t nearly as emotionally flat as Gavin had believed him to be. He wasn’t as expressive as Connor, but he showed what he was in small ways. Or perhaps Gavin was just seeing this now because he and Hank treated their partners so differently. As much as he and Hank had their personal differences and opinions, Gavin would be one of the first to admit that Hank was more kind to the people he worked with than Gavin was. Perhaps it was his general disposition, or maybe because Hank had multiple partners over his career and that made him easier to work with. Where given his prickly nature Gavin tended to work on his own and didn’t handle team work well. Though the one nice thing about this was he was learning from a distance how to handle Nines. While Gavin wasn’t a nurturer by nature in the way that Hank was, or at all really, it was nice to learn that was what Nines responded the most to. It made sense in a way as well since that was the same way that he took care of others. Hank would bring him a pouch of thirium or a cup of something to sample whenever he got up to get coffee; the same thing he had seen him do with Connor. He made an effort to learn about Nines and make conversation with him, which Gavin tried as well, but he wasn’t all that chatty unless he was drunk so that wasn’t on the table. He knew now, in a sense, what to do to try and fix this.

It took him longer than he would have liked, and a significant amount of pushing from Connor before Gavin was ready to confront his mistake. Nines had seemed so happy without him, so it was easy for him to believe that it was better like this; for Nines at least. Connor agreed to help him so that week Gavin got himself mentally prepared and made plans for the end of the week on how he was going to do this. He was going to fox this, or at least apologize if Nines was already moved on. Here was the thing about having plans and anxiety, time became a myth and the day you were fearing came after what felt like a thirty minute nap. Friday was there before Gavin had psyched himself up enough, but he couldn’t back out because he was pretty sure Connor would come after him if he did. His plan started with a small detour before work. He stopped at a cafe that he learned Nines liked and ordered something for him, he could make coffee for himself at the station. When he got back to the car he put the sticky note that he rewrote at least a hundred times on the lid and drove to the station. He hoped this wasn’t too cheesy, but Nines liked solving mysteries so Gavin was praying this would work. He set the cup on Nines’s desk as he walked to his own. Nines either wasn’t in yet or busy which made things easier on Gavin, he wasn’t sure he could explain himself if he had been asked. It was a matter of courage as well as the plan was entirely contingent on the first sticky note working. Connor had agreed to set the rest of them up, mostly because he didn’t want Gavin to chicken out which was an entirely valid point. As often as he stuck to his guns when it came to his opinions and getting into fights, when it came to personal matters he was much less bold. This was important though so he was going to stick to it. He spent more time staring at Nines’s desk than he did working, even after Nines had come back. Luck had him missing Nines studying the cup, but he did see him put the sticky note on his monitor which he hoped was a good thing.

His plan started with a scavenger hunt that brought Nines to the places that meant the most to the two of them and places he had known Nines to find privately special for reasons Gavin wasn’t privy to. Each place had a sticky note with a clue, he had asked Connor to come up with a code for it, something that Nines would have to work at a little to solve. He would have done it on his own, but Nines had a powerful mind and Gavin didn’t so it only seemed fair that he level he playing field a little. He didn’t know the system Connor had used but he did know the answer. He wanted this to work, but even if it didn’t he hoped Nines would enjoy himself while he did it. The day passed slowly for Gavin because of his worry. He didn’t feel like he got all that much done which was unusual. Going back to the apartment seemed daunting as he made his way to his car, there would be one of two results when he got back and he wasn’t sure he was ready to face either one. The best option meant putting in consious effort into being more aware of what Nines needed from him, and the worst one meant he had done too little too late. He was tempted to detour but didn’t, because not having an answer was almost worse. He was distracted on the drive home and made his way back on autopilot. He parked and took a moment to gather himself, he would get an answer tonight. He needed to focus on that rather than what the answer would be. This awkward uncomfortable thing would be ending today, either in a second chance or closure, but it was ending today. That was Gavin’s silver lining.

There wasn’t anyone outside of his apartment when he got up to it. He ignored the ache in his chest in favor of hoping Nines was only late. Connor had made the code so it probably wasn’t easy, it would take time. He turned his key in the lock and opened the door, instead of being greeted by his cat he was met with dim lighting and music. In the middle of it stood Nines. Gavin probably would have cried if he could get his emotions in order. “You came....” Was what he managed instead, breathed above a whisper and carrying the weight of all of the things he was feeling. He let the door fall shut behind him as he tried to gather himself. “Of course I did.” Nines replied as he made his way closer, “I learned what I put you through today, and I only thought it would be fitting to put as much effort into my apology as you did yours. That’s what you do when you love someone.” That broke Gavin and this time the tears came unbidden. He hugged Nines and buried his face in his chest, this wasn’t something he had expected. All those months he assumed Nines to be better off, happy even, without him there. He hadn’t known he was hurting. He didn’t have the words to express as much, and it didn’t seem that he needed to. Nines closed his arms around Gavin and ran his fingers through his hair. He made a sound that seemed more contemplative than comforting, but Gavin figured he was trying his best.

“You were so quiet that day Gavin. I expected more of a fight from you, but you just pulled away.” Nines said after a moment, there was remorse in his words, “I didn’t know then that it was because you were hurting. I thought you had just given up. I was so upset I didn’t go into stasis for days.” He paused for a moment, “Hank explained things to me, how humans react when they’re hurt and I realized how I had messed up, but I didn’t know how to fix it. You got to that first. I want you to know that I love you and I never stopped, and I don’t plan to.”

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