#only reason Aiden can touch him is because the wound is on his back-

[eryanlainfa]

He'd almost rather go through cauterization again-

#silly guy can't handle being treated kindly longer than 5 minutes 😔 #only reason Aiden can touch him is because the wound is on his back- #eryart #Vat7k #Vat7k oc #Vat7k aiden #oc x canon #kinda #airigo #Vat7k hugo #Vat7k donella #Vat7k cyrus #comic #art

[scoopsahoy]

Would you be willing to do something with Isaac Lahey where like the reader is being tracked by Gerard and his crew without Chris and the reader wakes up and Isaac's sitting in her room and it scares her and she invites him into the bed and they talk? Fluff or smut is up to you.

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❍  cw ⋰ some mentions of violence

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You opened your eyes to the moonlight illuminating your room, allowing you to see your furniture. You looked to your left to the chair in the corner that your bed was against, jumping when you saw a figure sitting in it, snoring softly. You recognized him as Isaac, and you groaned.

You grabbed the extra pillow and threw it at him, and he woke from his slumber with a flinch and a mumble.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, even though you were home alone and there was no one to wake up.

“Guarding you.”

“Well, you were sleeping.”

He rubbed his eyes to wake up. “Ugh, yeah, sorry.”

You scooted backward, clearing up enough room on your full-size bed. “Come lay down,” you said, seeing a look of hesitation on his face. “Come on, it’s more comfortable than that chair.”

He stood up and took a few steps toward the bed, laying the pillow back in its place and kicking his shoes off. He awkwardly got comfortable next to you, immediately noticing how close you two were. Your knees were touching his, which you could see made him red in the face.

“You could’ve told me you were gonna be here,” you said to break the tension. “You scared me when I woke up.”

“I just figured you would’ve said you didn’t need protection like you always do.”

“I might’ve surprised you,” you defended. “Plus, when I’m, ya know, being hunted down by Allison’s grandfather, sitting in my room without me knowing probably isn’t the best idea.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be intrusive-”

“You’re not.” Your response made him smirk. “Just warn me next time.”

He nodded once. “Will do.”

It was silent for a few seconds. Changing the subject, you asked, “Do you ever wish you could go back?”

“Go back?”

“Yeah. To before you got bit? When you were human?”

“Oh. Uh... No, not really.”

“How come?”

“Because before all this, I was still living with my dad. I’d still be getting locked in a freezer as punishment and getting beat for small things.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good reason.”

“What about you?”

“I’m still human,” you chuckled.

“No.” He returned the laugh. “I mean before you knew about all this. Before you had to be guarded because your life is in danger.”

You thought for a second. You hadn’t known about all of this very long, only a couple of months. But Deucalion and his alphas chose you of all people to take hostage and torture because you were friends with Scott.

Isaac was the one who found you and rushed you to the hospital, taking some of your pain on the drive and revealing that he was a werewolf. Since then, you two had become good friends, and he was keen on protecting you.

But you’d also become much closer to Scott, Allison, and Lydia, and you’d also become best friends with Stiles and Kira. It surprised you that Derek was so willing to be your friend, as you’d always heard he was a recluse.

“No,” you answered. “I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

“I wouldn’t have met you. And everyone else.”

“You also wouldn’t be covered in scars.”

“True. But these are my battle scars,” you said, making him laugh. “I’m a survivor, I should flaunt it. Plus, I wouldn’t really know how to defend myself if I never knew.”

“That’s also true.”

There was a moment of silence. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Anything.”

“Do you ever miss him? Your dad?”

He took in a deep breath and you could tell it wasn’t something he was eager to talk about.

“Sometimes. I mean, we had some good memories together. Not many, but some. Plus, there’s the whole orphan thing.”

You nodded. “I get that.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm.”

“I see you and Stiles together a lot and... Are you guys...”

“What?”

“Together?”

You raised your eyebrows. “What? No. I think he and Malia are a thing. I don’t have feelings for him like that.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.”

You squinted, a smirk spreading across your face. You scooted your upper body slightly closer to him, surprising him a bit.

“Why were you wondering?”

He reeled his head back slightly. His eyes landed on your lips for a couple of seconds. “I just was.”

You and Isaac had chemistry. You didn’t even realize it until you were crammed in a janitor’s closet with him after school one day, trying to hide from Deucalion. Your face was only a couple of inches from his, and the look in his eyes was pure terror.

“Isaac,” you whispered. “I’m not even a werewolf and I can hear your heart pounding.”

“Sorry, just... I thought you were gonna die out there.”

“Me? What about you?”

He shrugged. “I’d rather it be me that gets hurt than you.”

That night, seeing him step up to protect you and his friends, was the night you fell for him. He’d taken a bad beating from Ethan and Aiden, and you took him back to your house to treat his wounds.

You sat him down on the toilet and crouched in front of him. “Why aren’t you healing?” you asked frantically as you wiped dried blood from his face.

“They’re from alphas. It’ll take longer to heal.” As you began stitches on his stomach, he asked with a wince, “How do you know how to do this?”

“I got hurt a lot as a kid, and one day my dad figured band-aids weren’t enough. He taught me basic first aid and stitches and stuff.”

Sitting on the edge of your bathtub across from him, you stared down at your hands that were covered in blood. A tear dripped onto your thumb and you sniffled, getting his attention.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, getting down onto his knees and crawling over to you. He looked down at your hands, then back at your face. He reached up and wiped your cheeks, drying them off as best as he could. “It’s alright.”

“You could’ve died tonight. I watched them beat you half to death-”

“Y/N, stop. It’s okay. I’m alive.”

“You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“Like I said, I’d rather get hurt than you get hurt. Plus I’ll heal. Really, I’m fine. I can already feel it healing.”

You wiped your nose with the back of your wrist. He cringed and you looked at him. “What?”

“Stand up,” he said as he also got to his feet. You looked in the mirror and saw you had blood smeared across your cheek and upper lip. It only made you cry more, and he led you to the sink. He washed your hands off for you before taking a washcloth to your face, wiping all the blood off.

“Thanks,” you said with a small smile.

“Yeah, no problem.”

Neither of you stopped looking at each other for a moment. You were the one who looked away first when you saw he had began to slowly get closer to you.

“I can drive you home,” you offered. And that’s exactly what you did. Neither of you had been alone together since that night two weeks ago, which brings you back to laying in your bed with him, your face inches from his.

“Mm.” You scooted back to your original place. “Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

“Can I... do something?” he asked out of the blue, propping himself up on his elbow.

“Like what?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while.” He leaned down and connected your lips gently, almost like he was afraid of hurting you. One hand landed on the bed by your side, keeping you next to him, and the other held his weight up.

You pulled his face into yours, deepening the kiss and immediately causing him to do the same.

The passion with which he kissed you was like no one had ever kissed you before. You could tell he’d wanted to do that for God knows how long.

In a split second, he was on top of you, his thighs settling between yours. You wrapped your legs around his, using your feet to pull his body in close to you.

His kisses traveled to your jaw, making you let out a deep breath. Your hands reached up to tangle in the back of his short hair before he sat up on his knees to pull his shirt off.

Your hands dragged over his chest and down to his lower back, feeling a few moles scattered here and there.

Just then, the two of you heard a loud bang downstairs. He broke the kiss and you looked toward your door.

“We need to leave,” he said, immediately jumping off of you and slipping his shirt back on. He grabbed your hand once the two of you had your shoes on and dragged you over to the window, jumping out first and then pulling you out behind him.

You looked down to the ground, realizing how far it was from your feet. It made your heart pound and your head spin.

He leaped off the roof and landed on the grass below, holding his arms out to catch you when you jumped. You hesitated but when you heard your door open and hit the wall, you took a deep breath and hopped into the air, landing in his arms.

He set you down onto your feet and grabbed your hand once again, running with you to his car.

When you were about two miles from your house, he pulled into the Beacon Hills Preserve and parked at the entrance, allowing the two of you to take a deep breath.

Neither of you looked at each other for a moment.

“Isaac-” You were cut off by the feeling of lips hitting yours, and you kissed him back. When the kiss ended, he looked at you.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded. “I think so.”

“Good. If anything happened to you-”

“I’m okay, Isaac. Really. I’m just glad you were there.”

He smiled at you. “Well, I have no idea where we’re gonna go now.”

“We could just sit here,” you suggested. “Hopefully they didn’t follow us.”

“I doubt they did.”

You didn’t mean to fall asleep, but you did. You hadn’t even been there an hour before you closed your eyes, and you had no idea that he was staring at you, watching you snore.

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[jaskiersvalley]

I loved your fic about witchers being afraid of moths so much. I suffer mottophobia as well and the thought that witchers feel the same is nice. So thank you!!!

Nonnie, I'm so pleased you liked that story! Phobias of any kind can be so stressful, I hope moths don't bother you all that often. While I don't have another phobia story for you, I have something a little different that I hope you enjoy.

CW: Panic attacks

It had taken Aiden several years before he broached the idea of wintering together. He knew Lambert went to Kaer Morhen each season and didn't want to be rude by inviting himself to the Wolves' den. But he also didn't want to make Lambert have to choose between seeing his family for the season and accompanying Aiden to the Caravan. Really, he need not have feared because as soon as he brought up the topic of winter, Lambert was jumping at the chance.

"Want to go to the Caravan?"

Just like that, they spent three years wintering with Cats. Lambert fit right in, helping with life on the road without a hitch, messing around, teaching tricks and learning new ones in equal measure. He cooked, did repairs and was as accepted into the Caravan as a stranger could be. It made Aiden wonder whether he missed the pack feel of his own family of Wolves.

"This year-" he said with some hesitance late one summer, "-why don't we go north? Kaer Morhen has probably missed its youngest Wolf."

If Lambert's expression was anything to go by, he didn't agree. "Does the Caravan not want me this year?"

"What?" Aiden scoffed at the notion. "No! I thought you knew they all dote on you. I just thought you might want to spend a season with your family. You met mine..." Not that he'd ever say it out loud but Aiden wanted to meet Lambert's family too, he didn't want to be a shameful secret.

The terse "fine" sounded anything but fine. However, Lambert refused to discuss it any further and, come winter, he led them north. By the time they got to the bottom of the mountain Lambert was tense, quiet and anything he said was cutting. It wasn't the Lambert Aiden knew at all. But he reasoned that maybe Lambert was nervous about bringing a Cat home. The higher up they got, the faster Lambert's heart beat. Perhaps it was the excitement of coming home after so long, at least that was what Aiden told himself. He figured once they were done with the dangerous path up to Kaer Morhen then Lambert would relax. He was wrong.

They made it into the warmth of the halls and what followed was the most uncomfortable introduction Aiden had ever endured. Lambert stopped, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded the other three.

"This is Aiden. You break him, I break your necks." With that, Lambert stomped out, bristling and grumbling under his breath. Hastily, Aiden followed after a quick wave that the three Witchers looking suitably non-plussed by it all.

What was strange was that Lambert didn't settle. He was a fountain of bitter remarks, sarcastic quips and brash aggression. Aiden couldn't make heads or tails of it. The others didn't react, didn't seem like they even wanted to try and calm the situation. In the end Aiden couldn't stand by anymore and cornered Eskel, demanding answers.

"What do you mean?" The thing was, Eskel genuinely seemed confused. "That's just Lambert for you. You've known him for years now, surely you're used to it."

But Aiden wasn't. He hadn't seen Lambert like that before, so on edge. "No," he replied in the end. "This isn't how I know him. His heart rate's high, he's callous, spikey, lashing out. That's not the Lambert I know."

The look Eskel gave him was one of strange reproach. "The mutagens didn't fully take with him, his heart's always been faster than a normal Witcher's. As for the rest, I don't know what swamp water you drink to block it out but that's Lambert in a nutshell."

It wasn't. Aiden knew Lambert, spent years listening to his steady heartbeat, relishing when they fell in sync most nights. He'd seen the kindness and patience Lambert had out on the Path and at the Caravan. There was no mocking for getting footwork wrong, no calling the other person an idiot with a scoff. Nor had Aiden ever seen Lambert pace before, a restless tracing of a path between window and door of the bedroom. The growled "don't touch me" sounded full of threat, so much like a dog trying to prove he could really hurt an opponent in an effort to stave off an actual fight. Seeing Lambert like that hurt and Aiden didn't know what had provoked the change.

Things got worse when they were making repairs to Kaer Morhen, trying to undo all the damage the sacking had done. With the parts they inhabited secure and warm, Vesemir directed their work to the dungeons, salvaging what they could. Smoke stained books and scrolls along with bottles that contained the dregs of potions were pulled from partially collapsed rooms. Lambert was exceptionally acerbic, sniping at everyone including Aiden. It was all ignored until he snapped at Vesemir, "so what's the plan here, old man? Going to open up the torture chambers again to get your rocks off?"

"Another word from you and you'll be running the Killer twice before each meal," Vesemir growled, grabbing another thick book covered in ash and rock debris.

Throwing his hands up, Lambert stormed off, muttering about how he'd rather run the Killer night and day than suffer this idiocy. Nobody seemed to care that his breath had hitched and heartrate was rocketing higher. Well, Aiden cared. Seeing as none of the others looked interested in following Lambert, he took it upon himself.

"Best to leave him," Eskel called after him. "He'll probably destroy a few training dummies in a fit of rage and then calm. Ignoring him leads to the fewest injuries for all."

Not that Aiden cared. He followed the sour scent that Lambert had been coated in all winter, maybe even before that. True to Eskel's prediction, he was in the training yard but he wasn't decimating dummies. Instead, Lambert was staring blankly off into the distance, muscles locked into a tense hunch.

"Lamb?"

His name seemed to jerk Lambert out of whatever thoughts he'd gotten lost in. Whirling, he rounded on Aiden with a snarl. Not rising to it, Aiden held a arm open and stepped closer, inviting Lambert into a cuddle. His heart broke a little when Lambert reared away, spitting with rage. "Don't touch me!"

Truthfully, Aiden didn't have to, he could see the solid lines of muscles, coiled tight. Everything about Lambert screamed to be left alone but he couldn't, not when there was something so underlyingly wrong. If Aiden didn't know any better, he'd have said that anyone else behaving like Lambert was having a silent panic attack. Maybe Aiden didn't know any better. He'd rarely heard Lambert speak of Kaer Morhen or the others, and when it did it wasn't with fondness. Around them was destruction, every stone imbued with memories of a hard life. Aiden knew that the instructors were harsh, often punishing Lambert with a cane or deprivation as he grew up. Vesemir had been one of those men and Lambert had to face his tormentor on a daily basis. They'd been digging up the dungeon where the trials had been administered, pulling what they could on how to recreate the them. Each crumbling wall was another layer of memories of the sacking, of a life Lambert hated but had no idea how to leave behind. When the misery was the only thing he knew, the only steady thing in his life, it was easier to cling to it rather than embrace the terror of the unknow.

Keeping his distance, Aiden nodded. "It's okay." It wasn't but he had no idea what else to say. They were going to have to get through winter, it was too late to head down the mountain. But as soon as it was safe, Aiden was whisking Lambert away from it. He wasn't letting him face the traumas of his past again and again. It wasn't healthy to rip open those wounds, to come face to face with living memories each time he saw Vesemir and Kaer Morhen.

When Aiden stepped in again, Lambert didn't scuttle away. Instead, he was stiff as a board in Aiden's arms, quivering with pent up emotions. Slowly, Aiden rubbed his back, tried to urge him to relax into his hold. Ever so gradually Lambert did, letting Aiden take a fair chunk of his weight as the shaking got more pronounced. Without a word, Aiden held him, gave him the quiet and the space to finally fall apart. It made him wonder whether, in years gone by, Lambert would allow himself to break apart each night in the privacy of his room. Now, with Aiden there, had he been trying to hold it all together, no space safe enough to let his emotions out? Shuddering at the thought, Aiden held Lambert tighter. Come next year, they were going to spend winter with the Caravan again. Never again was Lambert going to have to face the haunting wraiths of his past. Not if Aiden could help it.

#lambden #lambert/aiden #lambert #aiden #the witcher #cw: panic attacks #tldr: lambert has silent panic attacks at kaer morhen

[dapandapod]

For the hug prompts: 9, 13, 27, 40.

They're all amazing prompts and I narrowed it down to those four with a lot of effort, lol.

The hug that feels like home is my favourite though. A

s someone who (because of covid) will see their mum for the first time in 18 months tomorrow evening, where she can visit me, but I still can't go home, that hug is going to feel like home ❤ (sorry I didn't mean to get all rambly)

Hello love! It is my honor to recieve these chosen four, and uh. Sorry my brain went and made it a wee bit angsty.... Hope you like it! Because I tried to get all of them!!

9, the hug that feels like home 13 the hug to hide your tears 27, the hug you didn’t know you needed 40 post-nightmare hug

Pairing: Lambden

Warnings: Near death experience, possibly ptsd, mention of past torture and scars? I tried to make it soft, but there is a lot of sad in there

This is Aiden returning to Lambert after presumed being dead. Enjoy!

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On Ao3! Hug collection here

Aiden wakes up with a start, his breath coming fast, heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

He can still feel it. The cold breath of death on his neck, the numbness in his limbs. The pain where the arrows had hit home, where his shoulder still aches long after healing.

Time has passed since then, but no time can distance him from the memories. It doesn’t matter how far he runs, every night he feels it, every night he wakes up, body forcing itself upright in it’s panic to stay alive.

The room is empty. Both his swords lie at the side of his bed and downstairs the cooks of the inn are waking up and preparing for the day. He is all alone, but as tears prickle his eyes he feels the need to hide.

Sitting up and leaning against the wall, Aiden hides his face against his legs. Sobs tear through him, and he clenches his teeth to muffle the sound, hugging his thighs tightly. The fear just won’t let him go.

It takes him the better part of an hour to calm down, and then he resigns himself to his morning routines. It is no miracle he is alive, it was painstaking work. His muscles need to be reminded of that work, how to give when he stretches and bends.

He is fine.

He is alive.

It is enough.

The path leads ahead, and where he would usually stroll with no care in the world, he is hesitant to go now. He isn’t sure Lambert still wants him around.

They didn’t part on the best terms, and then That happened.

This is Lambert's territory. No cats allowed.

But the only decent inn around here, The Peddler, is that one inn where Aiden and Lambert usually met up after a long time apart. And with Aiden’s body still in the shape it is, he can’t afford to sleep too often on the ground anymore.

It will be fine. Lambert will never know, he will just be there over the night. No harm done.

Turns out, it isn’t fine.

When Aiden enters the dimly lit inn, Lambert is already there. His eyes go wide when they lock onto the cat witcher, and Aiden suddenly finds it really hard to breathe. He stands in the doorway, indecision plaguing him. He could just turn around, leave, ride far away from here and pretend nothing happened. Or, he could listen to his body, not give a shit about Lambert, rent a room and get the fuck out of sight.

Both are tempting options.

The decision gets made for him however when Lambert stands up, chair scraping against the floor.

Fuck. He can’t stay. Not with what they had yelled at each other last time. Not when those burning eyes radiate anger and betrayal.

Aiden turns around and steps back out into the falling darkness. He shouldn’t have come here.

He makes it as far as the stables when Lambert catches up to him. Aiden hears him coming, but he doesn’t… do anything about it. Something small inside him whispers that maybe he wanted Lambert to find him. That he missed him.

That thought hurts more than any arrows, any torture, any nightmares.

With a hand on his shoulder he is turned around, shoved against one of the wooden beams.

“What the fuck, Aiden!” Lambert hisses. “I thought you were dead.”

“Well, I’m clearly not.” Aiden retorts.

It’s been a while. Years, if he was being honest. Lambert's hand on Aiden’s bad shoulder tightens and he can’t help but wince. The other witcher notices, frowning and gentling his grip.

“Where have you been? Have you been avoiding me all this time?”

Always straight to the point, Lambert.

“For a while.” Aiden admits, no point lying about it.

Lambert keeps staring at him so Aiden has to look away. His heart is aching just looking at the wolf again.

“And the rest of it?” Lambert insists. “Kitten, your eye--”

“Please.” Aiden interrupts him. He knows what he looks like now. “Not here.”

Lambert looks at him for a moment, and then he sighs.

“I am not letting you run away again.” Lambert mutters, catching his wrist instead when Aiden tries to shrug him off.

Whatever travel companion Lambert had found, they are ignored now. Lambert leads Aiden up a set of rickety stairs and down a familiar hall. They usually rent the double room down the hall, but Lambert had no reason to this time. Instead they walk to the room right across, Lambert pushing him inside with a hand on his lower back.

There is only one bed in here, crammed in with a small writing desk filled with Lamberts projects. Half of them being bombs and somewhat dangerous experiments to let lying around unguarded.

The room looks well lived in, actually. Clothes are thrown haphazardly over the only chair and a few plates are stacked on top of the chest by the foot of the bed.

“Been living here for long?” Aiden asks. “Not like you.”

Lambert doesn’t even reply, just turns to face Aiden. It is a little bit intimidating, having someone stare at him so intently, seeing him.

Slowly he reaches out, giving Aiden plenty of time to back out of reach. Aiden can’t move, can’t think.

Lambert’s thumb reaches out and traces one of the new scars on his cheek. Aiden closes his eyes, and then Lambert’s arms are around him crushing him.

It’s been such a long time since someone hugged him. Touched him, really, without setting a bone or sowing a wound. It startles him, how much he needed it.

And more than that, it is Lambert’s arms around him. Aiden never could say what Lambert was to him, prickly asshole as he is, but this feels right.

Safe.

It takes him a moment to realize Lambert isn’t letting him go, and Aiden finally gives in and wraps his arms around Lambert’s neck. For a long while, they just stand there, breathing each other in, enjoying the warmth, the closeness. It is like a piece of himself has been missing, and it took Lambert to hold him to feel whole again. His throat feels tight, and he pushes back. Aiden is not going to cry here.

“What happened to you?” Lambert whispers, again reaching for Aiden, again letting his thumb drag against his cheek. “I thought you… I avenged you.”

Aiden will not cry. He will not.

“Thank you.” he whispers back. “They almost had me.”

They talk very little that night. The shock of being in each other's company again puts all old disagreements on hold. Lambert doesn’t ask, but when it is time for sleep Aiden feels his eyes on his back as he removes his tunic.

“You take the bed.” He grunts, grabbing Aidens bedroll and throwing it out on the floor. No comments or pity. Again Aiden swallows around the tightness in his throat, and he falls asleep faster than he has in a long time.

It doesn’t take long for the nightmares to return. Cold breath against his neck, the strain on his muscles as the chains keep him upright, the edge of the knife pushing into his skin.

Once again he startles awake, sitting upright and gulping for air, ghost sensations of the dream crawling and clawing in the back of his mind.

Breathing is hard, and he focuses on that for a while. But this time, Aiden isn’t alone. He can hear shuffling from the floor, feel the mattress dip, and then Lambert’s warm body leaning against him. Aiden turns into him, accepting the comfort he is offering.

Whatever it is they had, whatever this is, Aiden breathes easier with Lambert near him. Lambert’s hand rub against Aiden’s bare back, pulling him closer. He tucks Aiden under his chin, cupping his neck, and all the tension in Aidens body gives out at the same time.

“It’s alright, kittycat. I got you. You are safe.”

You are home.

Lambert doesn’t say it but suddenly it is clear in Aiden’s mind. He is home. The walls don’t matter, nor the town. As long as Lambert is there to catch him when he falls, Aiden knows he is safe. How this madman, this absolute imbecil pushed himself inside Aiden’s heart is forever going to be a mystery.

As is his habit, Aiden doesn’tsleep more that night. But he allows himself to be held, to breathe in the stink of sweat and chemicals and something else that Lambert must have rolled in earlier in the day. He allows himself to feel, to remember, to talk.

Lambert listens all the while.

Their old fight is still there, but in the far back. They will talk about that too, eventually. For now, all that matters is the sun slowly climbing in the sky, Lambert’s thumb tracing back and forth behind his ear, and Aiden being allowed to lean on him, pressing his nose into his neck.

If Aiden felt a kiss against his hair, he won't mention it. If Aiden pressed a barely there kiss into his collarbone, Lambert didn’t mention it either.

For now, there is just peace, safety and home.

#lambden #hug prompts #angst #hurt/comfort #aiden i s a sad cat #but a very alive cat and that is what matters #mention of past injuries #nightmares #soft #lambert x aiden #dapanda writes #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #the witcher

[imaginefan]

I Promise *Part 2*

Derek Hale X Reader 

Word Count: 2443

Requested: @bellabadacadabra​ @zestygingergirl​

Request: Hi! I was just wondering if you ever made a part 2 for the “I Promise” fic w derek x stilinski sister? I loved it a lot and just liked to know if you did and could share it with me? If not that’s totally fine as well :)) loved ur writing! AND This was amazing! You are a talented writer! I would love to read a second part!

*Part 1*

You couldn't believe that it had happened, the one thing that you worried about, you'd thought about it so many times, you thought about how you would feel but you never thought about what you were going to do when it all happened, you'd only been with Derek for a little while but death was a real threat for the both of you. Now that it had actually happened now that Derek was dead you honestly didn't know what to do with yourself, you were happy that you had some time alone considering your brother was off on some school thing and Allison was worried about Scott and dragged Lydia with her so that they could keep an eye on them.

You had gone back to Derek's apartment, you had intended to get some of your things assuming that eventually, the building was going to be repossessed once Derek was reported dead and Cora decided that she didn't want to stay but the moment that you got there you walked over to the bed and everything still smelled like him, it was still his loft and the memories that you had they were made there, you were crying before you knew what was happening and you curled in on yourself, the door to the loft opened "Sorry Cora I'll go you probably-" You stopped talking the moment that you looked up and you saw Derek leaning against the doorway, you looked at him and for a second you didn't believe that he was there but there he gave a breathy laugh. "Do I look that bad?" He asked. "They told me that you were dead." You said and he nodded attempting to take a step forward but not getting too far before he fell forward, his leg buckling underneath him, you rushed forward, you took a deep breath before attempting to touch him, when your hands came into contact with his shoulder you were quick to help him up and get him onto the sofa once he was there you stood up "give me a second, I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" He asked. "To get the med box." You answered walking off. "I don't have-" "I stashed one here after I started staying here with you, you guys might not need it but I do sometimes, I just never thought that I would have used it on you." You mumbled the last part more to yourself as you opened the box and took out the disinfectant, Derek reached out a hand to you and wrapped his hand around your wrist to try and stop you. "Then don't waste it." He frowned and you took in a deep breath before looking at him. "Please just let me do something."  You pleaded and while he could feel that he was already getting better just being with you, he understood that you could see him healing yet and that probably alarmed you a little bit, so he let go and watched your shaky hands rip his already destroyed shirt off and start to clean the wounds. "I'm going to be okay, baby." He promised after a few minutes of silence. "I know." You muttered and he lifted your chin to make you look at him. "I don't think that you do." He said as he guided you closer to his face and pressed a kiss to your lips "Baby I promise we’re going to be okay."

So you probably should have seen this coming, the moment that the twins grabbed you, you knew that the Alpha pack were going after Derek "so what's the plan today hostage situation? Secret break-in? Frontal assault with a twist?" You asked as Kali glared at you. "Shut up!" She warned and you smirked. "Now why would I do that, you need me alive for your plan to work now don’t you ?" You asked. "I don't need you conscious." She answered as she gave a nod and you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head.

You gasped when you woke up, you looked around and frowned, you recognised this place "it's okay, they're gone." You jumped before registering that it was Derek that was talking to you. "What did they want?" You asked as you slowly turned to face him, finding that he was sitting on the bed facing away from you, he was looking at his hands. "What happened?" "Boyd is dead." He answered. "How?" You asked. "I...Killed him." He answered shakily and while you knew that wasn't the whole story you would have to ask someone else for that, this was something that he believed and you needed to be there for him. "Because of them?" You asked. "They want me to join them and filling him gave me a taste of the power that I could get from killing the rest of my pack." He explained. "Do you want to?" You asked. "No." He answered through gritted teeth, you gently reached out touching his shoulder "that doesn't matter I'm still a killer." "Really?" You asked as you got up on your knees before running your hands down his shoulders and arms before your hands slotted into his the same way that they always had "no, not the hands of a killer." "What?" He asked. "My hands still fit perfectly with yours and so you can't be a killer." You answered you knew that it was a childish statement, a stupid one but for some reason, you being dead set on believing that he was no a killer was enough to get him to relax into you and while there were no other words said but you both managed to get a little sleep that night.

You finally got Derek to start teaching you how to fight considering everything that had happened unfortunately things had gone to crap so quickly, it went from everyone being safe to everyone in danger and alone, your Dad had been kidnapped along with Scott's Mum and Allison's Dad, Derek wasn't an Alpha anymore and you were waving your boyfriend off as he tried to get his sister to safety "I'll be back as soon as she's settled." He promised. "Take your time, make sure that your sister is safe, don't come back until you're sure." You warned him as you pressed a kiss to his lips "I'll wait for you here." "Be careful, text me let me know that you're okay." He ordered and you nodded. "I will now go... Hurry before they stop you." You said softly as you gestured towards the car, he pressed a kiss to your lips and then another to your forehead and then walked towards the car that Peter and Cora were in. You turned and went back into the loft where Ethan and Lydia were waiting. "They're gone." "You don't seem too sad about that," Lydia smirked and you rolled your eyes. "They're safer far away from here." you shrugged. "Where are they?" Kali asked and you jumped as you looked behind you. "You should know." You answered with a shrug. "When I ask he said he had werewolf things to do, probably howling at the moon or running through some network of underground tunnels." She growled and turned to Lydia and Ethan. "Where are they?" She asked again, Lydia gave the same kind of sarcastic response and Aiden decided to stick up for her this time, just when you thought that it was going to get violent Jennifer literally fell through the ceiling. Ethan grabbed Lydia and you jumped out of the way. The fight that ensued was pretty epic and you were rather happy that you didn't have to deal with any one of them just yet but there it came to standoff between Kali and Jennifer. "That's right Kali look at me, do you know what it takes to look like this? To look normal?" Jennifer asked. "I don't care," Kali answered. "It takes power, Power like this." She answered as she rose the glass from the floor around her feet and it floated up and pointed at her. "I should've..." Kali stopped almost as if she was thinking about what she was going to say "I should have killed you!" The glass threw right at her and stabbed her in the face, chest and arms. The twins got up again and this time they had managed to merge but she had them down in no time at all. "What is it the coach likes to say, the bigger they are..." She trails and you glared at her but she turned to you first lifting another one of the pieces of glass. "What do you want from us?" Lydia asked. "I want you to do what you do best, I want you to scream." She answered, "of course if you don't I'll kill your friend." "Lydia don't you dare." You warned, "she wants Derek to come back if you scream he will, you can't." Jennifer rolled her eyes and flicked her hand the glass finding its way into your arm. Lydia gave out a small scream and Jennifer smirked. "Sorry but I need something more than that." She sighed, you don't know what happened but Lydia did scream and gritted your teeth.

Cora and Derek were back far too quickly for your liking and Derek's eyes moved to you at the smell of blood "Are you okay?" He asked walking towards you but Jenifer stepped in front of you. "You don't want to talk to me? I did all of this for you." She answered and you looked at her and frowned. "You did all of this for me?" Derek asked. "For us... For anyone who's been their victim." She answered as you gestured for Cora to check on Lydia. "I saved you once, stop talking to me like a politician, stop trying to convince me of your cause," Derek yelled, he was getting frustrated. He wanted to get to you and make sure that you were okay. "Fine, I'll convince you of someone else's, Her's and Scott's." She pointed at you briefly as you shuffled yourself trying hard not to move your arm. "You can save Scott's mother, her father." "How?" Derek asked. "I need a guardian and that's a role that can be filled by the three parents that I was forced to take or by you." She answered as she walked towards him, your eyes widened as you looked at her, you didn't know what to do, this could all mean that you never see him again. "I can't help you, I'm not even an Alpha anymore!" Derek explained. "I just need you to get Deucalion in the right place at the right time." She answered. "You just killed three of them on your own, what do you need me for?" Derek asked. "You haven't seen him at his strongest, I have." She answered. "And if he's got Scott with him then I don't stand a chance unless I have you." She explained. "Derek, don't trust her," Cora warned but his eyes moved to you for a second. "I have the eclipse in my favour, the moon is only going to be in the Earth's umbral shadow for 15 minutes that's the extent of my window there's no decision to struggle with just help me kill him and the others live, just help me." She answered and you could tell that she was desperate. "Fine but let me talk to (Y/N) first." He answered and Jennifer sighed before stepping aside, he was in front of you before you had a second to think "Hey look at me, look at me what happened?" He asked. "You shouldn't have agreed." You muttered your eyes rolling up to the ceiling as you tried not to cry. "Answer me." He ordered and you frowned, you looked at him remembering his previous question. "It's just some glass I'll be fine." You answered and he looked at your arms, his eyes widened. "You need to get this treated. I promise you I'll be okay, I'll come back to you." You watched him leave with Jennifer and Cora took charge after that helping Lydia up before coming over to you and helping you up but you all turned at the sound of the twins separating behind you. "They're still alive," Lydia said softly. After this discovery you all managed to get them to Deaton's in the hopes that he could help them and after he had done everything that he could he turned to treat your wound which was an easy stitch-up.

It felt like hours when your phone finally rang "Hello?" You asked. "(Y/N) are you okay where are you?" Stiles asked. "I'm fine, I'm with Cora and Lydia at Deaton's Clinic." You answered, "what about you, are you and Dad okay?" "We're fine, Scott's coming to get us." He answered. "Okay, I'll see you at home then." You said before hanging up the phone.

After properly explaining everything to your Dad you finally able to go up to your room and relax but when you opened your bedroom door you were faced with Derek sitting on your bed, you smiled as you walked overthrowing your arms around his shoulders and then hissing immediately, Derek pulled away adjusting you so that you were sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you "I thought you would have been with Cora tonight." You said softly. "I wanted to come and see you because she still wants to go back, I'll have to take her back myself and I said we can go as soon as possible." He answered pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "So I won't be seeing you for a while." You said and you felt him nod. "Well then be careful okay." "I'm not going anywhere yet, we have the rest of the night." He shuffled as he spoke moving you both to a more comfortable position. "I just don't think that I can keep my eyes open." You answered and he smiled softly. "I just want to be here with you, you can sleep if you want, I promise that I'll be here when you wake up." He answered. "There it is again." You mumbled. "Hm?" He hummed glancing down to see your eyes were closed, his hand lifted to your arm where he took some of the pain from the wound allowing you to relax properly. "The promise." You mumbled quietly moving your head to press a kiss on his shoulder where your head rested before actually falling asleep.

Requests and general question!

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf one shot #derek hale #derek hale one shot #derek hale imagine #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

[fumikomiyasaki]

😗❓ For Carol + Kalida and Aiden + Aida if you want? 👉👈💕

Carol walked back into the Library after she studied with Ace and Deuce to relax with Some Stories as she found Kalida who fell asleep in between the books.

She couldn't Help but to Smile a little cause He looked so peacefull and sat next to him.

However He was sleeping on one of the books she Has been looking for a while and tried to grab it from underneath His Arms. Trying to pull it she Not only accidently awoken him, causing His Head to Lift quickly, but also dragged him closer to her, so as He woke Up she faced him very Close. So Close their Lips almost touched. Both took a while to realize the Situation but Carol was the First to get red heavily and stand Up quick...

"So sorry... I didn't want to Wake you, I Just saw you Had the book I needed and..."

"I actually looked for it... So you can read it. I should have stayed awake to Tell you."

They both realized that they apoligizes to much. Carol again sat Back down, still a Bit emberassed.

"Thank you Kalida. I really appreciate it. "

"How did this Happen?"

Aida patched Up Aiden as He was covered in some bruises and Cuts.

"Lets say the past Always seems to follow me. People like to treat me Bad because they think I am a Bad Person or they are scared of Me. Despite not knowing what is the reason behind it."

He sighs. Aida looked a bit annoyed.

"Those... I can't stand predjudice. I just hope it gets better for you and If Not, you Tell me right away when you are in Trouble."

"Ouch... Ok I try."

He was sitting right now as she patched Up some of His wounds. But He seemed to sway in odd directions and with time... He leaned against her face a Bit Close.

"Aiden?!"

He whispered something.

"Just please don't get Into Trouble because of Me. I only will Tell you If I know you are Not in danger. I don't know what I would do without you."

She blushed a bit but smiled.

"Alright... But please be more carefull."

"I will... But for now. Can I please Rest next to you? I need to gather some Energy."

"Of course."

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland ocs #twistedwonderlandoc #twistedwonderland #carol ann #carol x Kalida #aiden renous #aiden x aida

[jacks-wylan]

The townsfolk indeed call for another Witcher. For all Jaskier knows, the baker's wife put a contract in a notice board in the nearest town – Corvo Bianco is small, and it's a bit farther away from any main roads – and, surprisingly, someone has arrived.

It's the innkeeper, that Jaskier meets at the well as he goes to collect water, that says that to him. “It's a Witcher I've never met before,” he says, gruffly, while he weights up two buckets full of water, “He came here this morning, flashed a strange grin when he asked us to take his things, payed a room and went to hell, probably.”

Jaskier is almost afraid to ask, “What is he like?”

The Witcher is obviously not Geralt, because the innkeeper would have known him in that case. Jaskier is scared to hope anyway – he wants him to be Eskel, or Lambert. He needs a familiar face, someone he can talk about and understand his words. A shoulder he can cry on. A friend he can ask to keep an eye on Geralt, because he can't anymore.

“He's, uh, strange. Has scars, pale skin, two swords.”

“Like any Witcher.” Jaskier almost laughs. He can be anyone, really. He doesn't dare to hope.

“Dunno if he'll come back, but he has a room in my inn. You might meet him.”

Jaskier takes a deep breath, “I might.”

He does, that same evening. Jaskier doesn't even know why, after all, if the Witcher is Eskel or Lambert, they know where he lives – and if they already know about Geralt and his break up and they don't want to see him anymore, Jaskier surely doesn't want to impose his presence to someone who doesn't want it. He can be annoying, and most of the time he ignores when a person is annoyed by him, but he can take very well that kind of hint.

But curiosity's got the best of him, and won against the disappointment that is already stinging in his chest, while he walks, slowly, the small roads of Corvo Bianco. The past years, he has taken the same roads so many times that he's lost count, to reach the tavern down the village so he could perform for a, yes, a small crowd, but a very welcoming crowd. A crowd that Jaskier always adored, especially when they warmed up towards an amazed Geralt – still not used to the generosity, kindness and gentleness of this people.

He enters inside the inn and he's greeted by the innkeeper's wife. After a bit of small talks, she immediately points him a table in the center of the common room, where a man dressed of a light, leather armor is eating voraciously, not looking up as the innkeeper's wife tells him, “He's the Witcher!”, even though Jaskier is pretty sure that he's heard them very clearly.

Jaskier doesn't know what he was expecting. Not Geralt, but when his eyes lay on the Witcher's hair, he feels nonetheless a pang of disappointment when he notices that the colour is wrong, it's a too dark shade, not even close at the white strands Jaskier is so fond of. It's not even the brownish, gentle colour of Eskel's, and that is definitely not the chaotic head of Lambert. And he's never met Vesemir, but by the stories he heard, the Witcher is definitely not Geralt's mentor.

He blinks frenetically, but his eyes remain dry. He has half a mind to just turn around and forget about the unknown Witcher – right now, it's not strong enough to deal with the mess of another Witcher – but, the other half... the other half is curious. He wants to know who he is. He's been so lonely lately...

“I'll pay for what he eats.” he says then, to the woman in front of him, “Bring him another bowl of broth.”

“Want some, dear?”

Jaskier shakes his head, “I've already eaten, thank you.” he tells her, as he walks towards the Witcher that now is looking straight at him with a confused stare. He fidgets with a hem of his doublet, feeling a bit intimidated under the Witcher's unnerving eyes.

When Jaskier sits finally in front of him, he notices his medallion. The animal it represents is definitely not a wolf. “You're welcome.” he says, because he doesn't really know how to break the ice.

It works, somehow. The Witcher laughs, with a half seductive smile. “You must be the bard that lives here. There's this little girl that this morning talked my ear off about you, while showing me the way to the inn. She said you're funny and have a funny voice.”

Jaskier laughs. She must be the baker's daughter, the split image of her mother. “That must be me, yes.” The innkeeper's wife comes to them with two steaming bowls of broth, and ignores Jaskier splutters when one of the bowls is settled in front of him. She just looks at him, deadpanned, and makes a tactless remark about the weight he has lost lately, before turning back at her chores. “You're here for that child's parent's contract about a wolf.”

“That girl thinks it's a werewolf. And she's godsdamn right about that, at least.” the Witcher eyes at him through long, thick lashes. His eyes are of a strong yellow, they almost glow in the timid light of the torches. There is smudged kohl decorating his lids, it makes them bigger and more feline. They are like a black cat's. “She's wrong about you, you don't seem funny at all. You have no instruments with you, and I am not hearing a single song danced in miles. You're boring,” he grimaces, then, “And depressed. You're depressing me.”

Jaskier doesn't touch the broth, that's going cold under his nose. And really, as much as he's trying to be better, he can't deny those words. “Sorry for that. I... forgot my lute back at home.” he lies easily. His lute has remained untouched since Rinde, and now it's collecting dust inside his case under the bed. “My name is Jaskier, by the way. I was hoping–” what? What was he hoping to obtain? There is a Witcher in front of him and it's not from the Wolf's school. It's all a waste of time. “Nevermind. You're a Cat Witcher, and, I'll be honest, I haven't heard anything good about Cats. People say that you're cunning, and cruel. I, obviously, don't think it's true, because people say those things to all kind of Witcher, really,” he doesn't say that most of those things was Geralt that told him, “But I thank you for your services. If there's really a werewolf around here, it's... bad. It's a very bad... situation. Rarely we've had this kind of problem, here.”

“You know quite a lot 'bout Witchers, uh.” the Witcher pushes his empty bowl to the side, without lowering his gaze from Jaskier's face, “Name's Aiden. I'm a Cat Witcher, and I am usually cruel, if needed.”

Jaskier tries a smile, “Hopefully, we won't need it. I just wanted to tell you that here, you'll be... treated well. Not as a mutant, that is. They are used to Witchers, so no one will charge you more than needed for food and such, and they will pay you what is owed.”

The Witcher – Aiden – passes a hand against his lips, wiping the grease away with a swift move, “Good. I like when I'm payed fair and well. Now, this has been awkward enough so, if the master bard will permit it, I will head to bed. I spent all the day in the woods and found nothing, so if y'all are so cordial as you're saying, now I deserve a very good rest.” he says, standing up and stretching his long limbs. He's more lean and slender than the Witchers Jaskier knows, with less muscles and more agility, he guesses. I bet his cock is still smaller than Geralt's, Jaskier thinks, then, immediately after, he feels the urge to bang his head against the table.

Jaskier doesn't answer him, too occupied in try not to maim himself. But then, Aiden stop in his track and turns around enough to look at him again, contemplating something that Jaskier cannot read in his expression, “Now that I think 'bout it, I have another contract. Considering that I have to wait the next full moon to do anything with the werewolf, better get done with that too.”

Jaskier shrugs. It's not really his concern, after all. For a second, he has the impulse of telling him that, if only he needs it, he has some witchery potions back at his house. Just in case he hasn't enough supplies with him for both the contracts. After all, Geralt won't use them ever again. But, but something stops him to propose that: fuck, they're Geralt's, regardless of everything.

He won't give Geralt's things to anyone for any reason at all.

“The little girl hired me,” Aiden continues, with a grin. “She said that your house is haunted, because every night all the village hears wails coming from.”

Jaskier blinks, “That's... that's untrue.”

“She said that everyone is just ignoring that. Oh, it must be a very scared– correction, scaring creature living into your house.”

“There is no creature in my house! And no one wails in the night!” Jaskier snaps, incredulous. Whatever the fuck? “Well, I would know if there is something like that in my own house, I live there! There is nothing apart from me!”

Aiden raises an eyebrow.

Suddenly, hot shame creeps up Jaskier's chest, coloring his cheeks in an ugly red. “It's not me, Witcher.”

It's impossible. He doesn't cry since the day the townsfolk sent the pie to him. And during the night he, Gods, he just sleeps. He doesn't have nightmares, he has no reason to wail.

“Oh, I don't know. But worry not, bard, I am the monster hunter here, so I'll soon find out what lurks in your shadows, for very little compensation. See ya later, then!”

“Later?” Jaskier repeats, stunned. All he receives for an answer is the Witcher retreated back, and nothing else. He's totally been ignored, damn it. “Fucking hell.” he softly murmurs, even if all he wants to do is screaming for the terrible fate that has fallen upon his head.

He doesn't want another Witcher in his life. One – three, he lost them all – is enough, and he has already stomped on his poor, fragile heart, surely there's no need for another one to push his finger into the still fresh wound. Aiden will notices the evident presence – late presence – of a Witcher, from Geralt's old armors and weapons hanging on the wall, to the countless potions in the storage, and there will be questions, so many question that Jaskier still doesn't want to answer. And if he, indeed, is the one wailing during the night, he'll want to know the reason, and– and he doesn't want to explain himself. He feels so tired.

Dazed, he leaves a couple of coins on the table, next to the untouched, cold bowl of broth and gets out into the fresh evening air. He blinks while walking, not really acknowledging where he's going but pretty sure that his own feet are taking him home.

He thought he was feeling better. He thought that after a couple of months, he's made peace with what happened in Rinde, considering that it was no one's fault, considering that now Geralt is safer that he'll ever be with him, considering that all he wants is Geralt's happiness even if it's not with him. Sure, Jaskier's always been selfish, and he's always wanted everything despite it all, but– but he thought that with Geralt was different, that he was – is – more important than his foolish humanly desires.

And yet, Gods. And yet, here he is, sad and depressed, still waiting for Geralt to come home.

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#okay this is almost 30k of a self indulgent nonsense #geraskier #geraskier fic #jaskier/aiden #jaskier/aiden/lambert #the witcher fic #mine:fyccina #the link is under the cut obv #lambden #aiden x lambert #lambert/aiden #jaskier x geralt #jaskier x aiden #lambden fic

[advena87]

Kaer Morhen shenanigans (but mostly Lambert’s) part 9

Here is: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 and Daily Lambert

also Keira & Lambert’s love story, Aiden & Lambert’s love story and… this.

This time I will give you tired Papa Vesemir and bring closer the relationship of Berengar and Lambert as the oldest and youngest brother (don't judge me, I love both of these salty&bitter witchers).

this one is dedicated to @queenxxxsupreme

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Vesemir: I hope you're not doing anything foolish.

Lambert: I hope you're not hoping to hard.

Vesemir: Minus 5 points

Lambert: What?

Vesemir: I began to score your behavior. When you're on 100 points, I'll make you a witcher.

Lambert: Cool, whats my score?

Vesemir: -1298

***

Lambert: Do you think sand is called 'sand' because it's in between the sea and land?

Berengar: Lambert, it's fucking 3 am. Can we please just go to sleep?

*silence*

Lambert: *starts laughing for no reason*

*Geralt and Eskel start laughing*

Berengar: Why are you all like this?

Lambert: Can I ask you a weird question?

Berengar: Oh fuck, here we go again.

Lambert: Don’t you think “DO NOT TOUCH” is one of the scariest things to read in Braille?

Berengar: Okay, what the HELL goes on in your head?

***

Eskel: Who knew getting in trouble would be so hard?

Berengar: I gotta give you credit, Lambert. You make it look easy.

Lambert: Years of practice.

***

Lambert: I saved your life! Twice!

Geralt: Because you put it in danger! Twice!

***

Lambert: Sorry I'm late.

Eskel: What happened?

Lambert: Nothing happened. I just didn't want to come.

***

Berengar: What's this on your search history?

Lambert: Porn?

Berengar: No, no, above that.

Lambert:...

Lambert: Tutorial how to boil water...

Berengar: You fucking moron.

***

Eskel: Has your dream always been raising a new generation of witchers?

Vesemir: It doesn’t really matter now, my dreams were shattered years ago.

Eskel: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. How many years ago?

Vesemir: How old is Lambert again?

***

Geralt: Lambert, we decided that if Vesemir's ever in a coma, you're the one who has to decide to pull the plug.

Lambert: Pull.

Geralt & Eskel: ...

Berengar: See? I told you he would do his job.

***

Eskel: Do you believe me?

Vesemir: Eskel, you’re the last good person on this planet. I’d believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning.

Geralt: Oh my god, that's enough! Vesemir, why do you always favor Eskel?

Vesemir: I will explain it to you by example. Tell me boys, what do you consider your best quality?

Eskel: I'm a real people person.

Berengar: I don't answer stupid questions.

Lambert: I can speak bullshit.

Geralt: My profile. Oh, and I guess my butt, too.

Vesemir: …

Vesemir, sighing: So next question: where do you see yourself in five years?

Eskel: On the Path

Geralt: Brothel.

Berengar: Dead.

Lambert: Prison.

Vesemir: And you have the audacity to ask me why Eskel is my favorite?

***

Vesemir: Berengar, for the last time, when someone threatens to kill you, the correct response is not, ‘Then do it, pussy.’

Berengar: Old man, with all due respect, I’m gonna completely ignore everything you just said.

***

Eskel: Lambert, are you sure this is safe?

Lambert: I never said that.

Lambert: But, you know what they say - go big or go home.

Eskel: For once, please, I’m begging you, go home.

Lambert: I’m going big.

***

Lambert: Geralt, what's the signal for "Vesemir’s coming?"

Geralt: Uh... Dippity-doo.

Lambert: DIPPITY-DOO!

***

Lambert: So, we go inside, beat the crap out of them and-

Geralt: I don't know, don't you think we should stop using violence as a way to solve our problems?

Lambert: ...

Geralt: ...

*both burst out laughing*

Lambert: Oh my God, Geralt. Don't scare me like that. For a moment I thought you were actually serious.

Geralt: *still laughing* Yeah, sorry.

***

Vesemir, holding up two photos: Here are two pictures. One is your room, the other one is a garbage dump. Can you guess which is which?

Lambert, pointing at one photo: That one's the dump?

Vesemir, slamming photos on table: They're BOTH your room!

***

Berengar: Everyone has a gay ‘cousin’ in family.

Lambert: I don't have a gay cousin.

Berengar: I'm gonna give you a minute to think about that.

Lambert: *gasp* I AM the gay cousin!

Lambert: But wait.

Lambert: I’ve been thinking…

Berengar: That sounds dangerous, but continue.

Lambert: What's your sexuality?

Berengar: Money.

***

Vesemir: So Lambert is gay-

Lambert: Bisexual.

Vesemir: -Eskel likes goats-

Eskel: Succubi.

Vesemir: -and Berengar is dead inside.

Berengar: Well, that’s true, but it's not related to my sexuality, old man.

Vesemir: So Geralt, tell me please, do you have any lady you like?

Geralt: Oh, no, I just like to date around.

Lambert: *coughs* Slut! *coughs*

Berengar: Bless you :>

Lambert: Thanks :>

Vesemir: ...

***

Vesemir: How could you do this?

Lambert: I don't know. It's like bad things always happen to me, like I have bad luck or something.

Vesemi: Lambert, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're a dumbass!

Berengar: Lambert, you're like an Alzheimer's victim in a whorehouse.

Vesemir: What?

Lambert: Excuse me, what the fuck?

Berengar: You're constantly surprised that you've been screwed and you don't want to pay for it.

Vesemir: It's a vulgar analogy but surprisingly accurate.

***

Eskel: You know, it wouldn't kill you to talk to Vesemir once in a while.

Lambert: We don't know that.

Berengar: Lambert, you can't quit being related to somebody. Believe me, I've tried. But I also wish there were a better way to deal with Vesemir.

Lambert: There is, but we're both too pretty for jail.

***

Vesemir: From now on we have a no-swearing policy in Kaer Morhen. You will have to pay for every swearword.

Lambert: Seriously, Vesemir, what the fuck?

Vesemir: Aaand you have to put a oren in the swear jar. You said "fuck."

Lambert: ...

Lambert: Tell you what... here's twenty. That should cover me until lunch.

Vesemir: Lunch is in half an hour! And you have to follow the rules like everyone else!

Lambert: Berengar, can you get me out of this shit?

Berengar: That depends. Are you willing to live in Zerrikania for a few years?

Lambert: Yeá.

***

Geralt: OK, I don't mind the good-natured brotherly punching, but you didn’t have to twist my nipples.

Lambert: You're lucky I didn't rip them off and feed them to you!

***

Vesemir, about Lambert: Look at him. How is it that he can kill eight people in a minute with four sword blows, but he can't pee without hitting the shower curtain?

Berengar: Fortunately, killing is a job skill and peeing is not.

Lambert, laughing: Dude, I love you!

Vesemir: How did you come to be his authority?

Berengar: I’m depressed, demotivated, bitter pessimist, without hope and prospects, but even I see something good in him. Unlike you. Do the math, old man. We are what you have made us.

Vesemir: Excuse me, I didn't hear any complaints when I was raising you when you’re kid.

Berengar: Really, the teenage drinking and constant running away wasn't a slight tipoff?

Vesemir: Oh, you were just a little drama queen, Berengar. And let's not forget, you always came back.

Berengar: Kinda hard to get steady work when you're nine.

Lambert, sobbing:  Dude, I love you!

***

Sometimes it stops being funny. It's not like I think Vesemir was a bad father to them deliberately, but if we think about what homes these kids came from, that they were forced to become witchers, that they were mainly brutally trained and subjected to Trials (which were extremely difficult and painful. It’s pure trauma), it's hard to talk about happy childhood. I'm afraid there was pathology in Kaer Morhen. These children were raised by witchers who focused only on making killing machines from them. Looking at Berengar and Lambert, we can see what wounds he left on them. Geralt is also hard to call a ray of sunshine. I believe Vesemir loved these boys, looked after them as much as he could, but I can't believe he was a good father. How was he supposed to be, how could he know, since he was shaped in the same way. I think we can use the term Adult Children of Witchers here.

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S3A - E7

So, I’m starting this episode right after finishing the last one, and I’m still kinda riled up from that bullshit. Let’s get to pissing me off and breaking my heart then. Blood/gore mention warnings for this episode.

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Let’s just jump right in:

Starting right off with forcing myself into putting the tag in. Scott literally just listened to his mother say that giving this woman something to lessen the pain of her injuries could complicate things and make it harder to treat her. This is like an important medical thing. While yes, it’s really upsetting that she would need to keep being in pain, she needs to be able to identify and explain what exactly she’s feeling to the doctor who is going to be arrive really soon (though I have no idea why the nurses aren’t able to get these people set up. That’s what they did with me? I didn’t see a doctor for like an hour, but they didn’t make me sit in the fucking waiting room before dealing with the blood.) Her pain level will have a direct effect on how quickly she’s seen. This moment is meant to show Scott being soft-hearted, but with the doctor only ten minutes away, he could literally be making this woman’s life a whole lot worse by taking away her pain right now. There is a reason why after I was given pain killers for my surgery I wasn’t allowed to be near any heavy objects. Her pain is keeping her from irritating her wound. She could fuck herself up if she stops responding to the signals her body is trying to send her. This is not the right way to make Scott look kind. He looks like an idiot who doesn’t even listen to his nurse mom.

WHo the FUCK would keep driving with a bunch of bugs in the car? She’s not even on the interstate! PULL OVER IDIOT.

I’m actually agreeing with Scott on this one. I have no idea how medically accurate what melissa just did was, but it look pretty damn cool.

WHat the hell is this conversation? First off, Ethan, you made VERY clear in the last episode that you want to bite Danny even after he said no. Even if that was the possession talking, it was based on what YOU wanted. Danny’s not safe with you. Second, what is this bullshit about knowing Lydia is the important one? Important to Stiles and ALlison maybe. Scott literally never talks to Lydia. THIRD how exactly did you guys come up with that idea when you went after them on the FIRST DAY? You sniff him on them? cus’ if so your noses are damaged.

what...what is with this ghost car shit? She was in the middle of the city, more than ten minutes away from the hospital and behind the traffic caused by the ten car pileup. How did the car drive itself ALL THE WAY here?

Ethan. you’re an alpha. you have night vision. You shouldn’t need to ask what the fucking MOTH in the middle of the driver’s seat is.

HI NOAH! I’ll be honest. I missed you. You’re a really good actor and you just make me feel all safe. WHich is weird bc I hate father figures and I hate cops. Linden Ashby is just too good, I guess.

It’s so frustrating watching Deucalion walk around with humans pretending to be blind. Because he is. He is Pretending to be blind. He’s already proved like a dozen times that he can see just fine when he turns on the Alpha eyes. Which doesn’t make SENSE because Deaton said his iris’ were permanently damaged. He doesn’t have two different sets of eyes! And it sucks, bc they put in these little things that it would’ve been awesome to see if they included an actual blind person properly. The casual use of the cane, taking someone’s elbow and the trust that implies, and even this. Having (that looks like ethan’s coat) Ethan explain what’s in front of Deucalion, describing the scene to him.

DEREK YOUR SECURITY SYSTEM SUCKS. HOW DID THEY DO THAT WITHOUT YOU WAKING UP? WITHOUT CORA NOTICING?

Also, Cora, you look amazing, can you please be my friend and can I hug you? I love your shirt.

I HATE THIS BITCH. Fuck you Julia.

uhh....why is an English teacher filling in for a chemistry/geometry teacher? That’s not how substitutes work. Making a joke out of it doesn’t make it make any more sense. SHe shouldn’t be doing that, especially if Harris has been missing for a while.

So your office can keep werewolves out, but not darach? Okay, let me go full conspiracy theorist here. we only know Deaton saw the moths because we see it. He just tells Scott that he’s going to be taken. This is a story that Scott is telling, so he couldn’t know that deaton saw the moths unless deaton told him. Julia is currently teaching a class. Are you seriously saying she doesn’t need to be involved at all in order to do these kidnappings? She can just put them on a timer and let the autmoatic spellwork do the job for her? OR Is deaton lying about being taken, and this is just a test he came up with to force Scott’s “True Alpha”ness to the surface? JUlia clearly had other plans for her sacrifice. I don’t think Deaton was a ‘distraction’ to keep Scott from finding the actual sacrifice. I think it was Deaton using the situation to his advantage.

why does deaton have a canine acupressure chart on his wall? I’ve never seen a vet’s office have that. Does he do alternative medicine for dogs??

BOYD. ISAAC. MY BOYS. I can’t tell you how much I love this. It’s so sneaky and annoying and so pack-ish I just love it so much.

BOYD YOU ARE A GENIUS BOY AND I LOVE YOU.

I swear, like ninety percent of what the ‘adults’ in this show say is ‘go back to school.’ ‘shouldn’t you be in school’ yadda yadda. Like, they want so badly to write the teens as though they never have to go to class, so they just make them constantly skip and ignore that these are fucking teenagers who would never be able to get out of school that easily, and they handwave it with someone occasionally going ‘hmm, weird that they aren’t in school’ and then just ignoring it? Truancy is like a THING that you can get in major trouble for. At least Boyd and Isaac called in sick. You know how you could have avoided all this class bullshit? PUT THE FUCKING SEASON DURING THE SUMMERTIME DUMBASSES.

It just hurts seeing Stiles beg for Scott not to make him tell his dad, and then turn right around and admit that it’s not okay for him to let other people suffer just because it scares him that he might lose his only parent. Like, he walks into that sacrifice with eyes wide fucking open and it hurts.

I’m not talking about these dumb sex scenes anymore. I’m so tired of them.

OKay, can we talk about the fire alarm thing though? It sounds like a jokey kind of thing with Aiden teasing Lydia about wanting to leave during the fire alarm but... Remember how Lydia was haunted by Peter’s burnt corpse? How she can hear the cries of the dead, and how she went wandering into the crumbling remains of the Hale house? There’s every chance that Lydia remembers the fire through Peter’s eyes. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was forever freaked by fire alarms.

Man, Cora and Lydia, together? The sass involved? If I didn’t ship Allydia so hard, I’d totally ship Cora and Lydia.

ONce again, I wanna point out that AIDEN IS A MURDERER. Literally all it would take is someone Explaining to Lydia that he is serial killer and she’d never touch him again.

Cora and Stiles together? I’m loving it. I just, wanna point out that when Scott showed up Cora couldn’t have given less of a shit. But here....Cora doesn’t remotely question Stiles’ authority here. She immediately goes along with it and when he tells her to let go of Cora she does. Even though she has no real reason to. When she asks about the spirit board, it’s a legit question and she doesn’t argue or make fun.

PLus there’s the whole ‘Well do you know any spirits” which straight up just confirms for me that ghosts and shit are real in this universe. I trust the Hales as lore sources and Cora’s matter-of-fact tone is good enough for me.

jesus christ i wanna get deucalion and Peter in a room together and watch them just...monologue random facts and trivia at each other endlessly. “Lacrosse was originally played by Native Americans.” “Do you know what a metronome is?” Guys. come on.

Exasperated Stiles is literally my favorite Stiles. “We’re trying to save lives here for the love of god” “YOU”RE SOMETHING, OKay? JUST put out your Hand” It’s so fucking good.

Someone EXPLAIN TO ME how Scott learned to do fucking gymnastics. WHEN DID HE LEARN THIS? I hate this bullshit “I’m a werewolf, so I can do anything” shit. Especially since it’s LITERALLY just Scott they let do it. Everyone else has to actually do the work to learn it.

So...how exactly does Deucalion know where Deaton is? This literally just supports my theory that Deaton set the whole thing up.

ALSO, since I already have the tag I feel no shame in pointing out that Scott didn’t even HESITATE when he learned Derek was going to die. He immediately asked about Deaton. Yeah yeah, Deaton is a father figure to him, but if that’s an acceptable excuse for Scott to use now, then it should count as an acceptable one when it’s STILES” FATHER BEING THREATENED (but I digress, we’re not there yet.)

How did I never notice that Lydia’s Left handed?

andd.....how did Lydia know that? How did Scott know that? What did Deucalion say that even remotely hints at Danny? Scott doesn’t know about Danny’s paper...what?

Fuck yeah, vengeful Boyd. I dig it.

uh....why couldn’t allison just stand next to Scott in the closet. you know, like she did while he was getting in? Also, why was Allison hiding with him anyway? It’s HER HOUSE and HER BEDROOM.

um....okay, i know that we all like the sterek fics where they have to hide in the closet and one of them pops a boner...but I’mma be real, it’s a lot more uncomfortable when I know she broke up with Scott and they’ve been in there for like ten seconds. Plus there’s the whole knowing that she DEFINITELY has enough room to move away and so does he. *shrug*

Side note: Allison where the fuck do you get these clothes? THey’re both awesome and...kinda weird? Did you buy that dress in france?

okay, i’ll admit it, i do actually kinda like the camera angle through the map, with the blacklight lighting up the symbols (though the symbols flash on and off a little too fast). It’s kinda cool.

uh, how would taking the picture help? You don’t have the blacklight over it? None of the markings are visible anymore

why does Chris keep walking in and out? AND WHY DIDN”T ALLISON DO THAT THE FIRST TIME?

Stiles in plaid and Converse? Yes. Yes. please. That’s so my aesthetic I’m so fucking jealous. He looks COMFY.

This whole interaction is just so fucking weird XD

But like, why would Stiles know to go through Danny’s stuff instead of just asking him why he might’ve been targeted??

HOW WOULD THEY KNOW TO CUT THE POWER? THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE. Why does the ALpha pack keep showing up with way more information than they should have? It’s so annoying! It’s one thing if Morrell is feeding them information, but she wouldn’t have KNOWN about this! This was a good plan and there’s NO REASON the Alphas should’ve known what Boyd, Isaac, and Derek were doing! What the fuck?

....god i love Derek’s red eyes.

....god i hate that I know where this is going.

....god i wish he’d just let them tear her apart.

I know that it’s meant to be setting up the cora/stiles thing, but I love that she doesn’t hesitate to touch him, and that when she stops him it’s with a very quiet “stop.” She’s really gentle with him, which is just fucking nice. Werewolves taking care to be gentle with Stiles is like...nice.

Since when did Scott know about the plan with Boyd and Isaac? Since when did Stiles know? Is Boyd seriously texting Cora while Derek and Kali are fighting, or did he text her as soon as the power was cut?

is this the first time we see a werewolf bounce off the mountain ash? I mean, I think so, but we also see Peter in S1 try to get past some. There’s no glowing when he comes into contact with the shield. It’s the same with Isaac and Erica in s2. I mean...I guess they’re just trying to upgrade the ash stuff? I gotta say though, I kinda prefered when there were no special effects. It seemed cooler when literally the only thing making it work was belief and having this totally invisible barrier that Peter couldn’t cross. It was cool.

....i think i’m procrastinating seeing the end of this fight. I’m gonna fucking cry.

Why...why does Isaac turn and yell ‘wait’ to Boyd when he was the one running forward to Julia? I am confusion.

Dude, if Alphas could break through mountain ash barriers then Talia Hale WOULDN”T HAVE DIED. THE HALE PACK WOULDn’T HAVE DIED.

I wanna point out here, that this fight between Derek and Kali makes sense for once. Him losing makes sense. We know that the Alphas are much older than they look, or at least Kali, Deucalion and Ennis were. Aiden and Ethan don’t show up in that flashback. ANyway, Kali’s probably in her thirties or forties. SHe’s much older than Derek and she’s been fighting for a lot longer, not to mention fighting to kill.

Seriously, someone get my boy a quarterstaff to knock her feet away.

I really really don’t understand this stuff. Why is it whenever people (I mean Derek, because it’s literally always Derek) get forced to use their werewolf claws/teeth (because again I cannot believe this is happening more than once) he for some reason can’t just...shift back? Retract his claws and fangs? Derek has amazing control, he should totally have been able to do it. With the venom it made sense, he was paralyzed. But now??

What exactly was the fucking point of having Scott break the mountain ash barrier, just to have the sheriff show up and shoot Deaton down? That was literally useless.

also, Noah is an amazing shot. Hot damn.

ALSO. LIterally all this info about true alphas is being whispered to Scott when he’s all alone? How the fuck am i supposed to trust that deaton even ever said that shit to Scott? He could totally be lying about it.

WHAT KIND OF TOTAL BULLSHIT BACKWARDS ASS PLOTLINE IS THIS? After half the season being about Deucalion attacking Derek and trying to get him into the pack, suddenly “Deucalion isn’t after Derek, he’s after you” WHAT? THat’s the STUPIDEST LAZIEST SHIT I’VE EVER SEEN.

and to end my rant BOYD SHOULD NOT HAVE DIED. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? PETER STUCK HIS ENTIRE HAND THROUGH DEREK”S CHEST IN SEASON 1 WHIL IN HIS ALPHA FORM AND THREW HIM INTO A WALL AND DEREK SURVIVED JUST FINE. WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE???

Final Thoughts: No. No, no, no no, no, and no. The ‘plotline’ of this episode is literally like fifteen things that have nothing to do with each other.

Admittedly, there were a few nice moments. Cora, Lydia, and Stiles was an awesome trio. Boyd, Isaac, and Derek was an awesome trio. The sheriff? Amazing. Melissa? A fucking hero. Danny, a genius saint.

All in all, I’m going to tear this episode to shreds in order to rewrite it. Get fucked, Davis.

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Chapter 5

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

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“Yeah, she’s a heavy sleeper.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.”

Melody didn’t open her eyes as she awoke the next morning, her stretched-out legs aching from their angle against Harry’s bed and her neck cramped. She wound her fingers together beneath her blanket. Harry’s voice drifted from the top of the bed.

“That chair can’ be comfortable.”

“She's never complained.” Vanessa’s voice.

Harry hummed and Melody heard the rustle of his sheets. “She wouldn’.”

“I think Aiden should be ready for you soon. Should I wake her up?”

Another hum. Melody felt Vanessa’s hand grip her shoulder, shake her lightly. “Melody.”

She sighed, opening her eyes for the first time that day. She blinked against the sunlight glinting off of the floor tiles. Harry was watching her, sitting up on the edge of his bed. Vanessa must have helped him into a pair of pants, and Melody was surprised that he had even let her.

“Good morning, you sloth,” Vanessa said, tipping Melody a sly grin. “I swear you sleep more than anyone I know.”

Melody straightened out her neck, pulling her blanket up to her chin. She dropped her feet down from the bed and batted her tired eyes up at the nurse.

“Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa dismissed. “Get up and help Harry.”

“Do you need help?” Melody asked as Vanessa left the room.

Harry shook his head. He was staring at the wheelchair just a few feet from his legs, pulling his lower lip between his thumb and forefinger. He looked lost in thought. Melody raised a brow.

“Are you sure?”

He ignored her question. He leaned forward, reaching toward the arms of the wheelchair, and Melody was on her feet in only a moment. She slipped her arm around his back before he could lean too far, catching the brunt of his weight. It reminded her of that awful night she’d had to walk him home from his fight, when his stomach had blossomed black and blue, when she’d feared he was concussed. When he’d kissed her for the very first time.

Melody helped him the couple of steps to his chair on his weak legs, turned to settle him down onto the seat, and then stood straight in front of him, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Didn’t need help, right?” she challenged.

“I didn’,” Harry insisted. He grabbed at the hem of Melody’s t-shirt and tugged her toward him. It was a moment before she realized he was lifting the end to peer at her hip.

“Harry, stop.” She tried to step back but was pulled forward again, smacking her knee into the front of his chair and rolling her eyes up to the ceiling as she bit back a wince.

Harry caught her opposite hip in his hand, fingers still wrapped around her shirt. His eyes lifted to her face, brows drawn low. “Yeh okay?” he asked.

“Mhmm.”

Harry watched Melody as she looked back down at him. He peeled her shirt up again, resting the end at the bottom of her ribcage. There was a purpling bruise just behind her hipbone, splotched and fanning out into the surrounding skin. Harry switched hands to hold up her shirt and turned her by her waist, examining the deepest shade at the center of her hip. He shook his head slowly.

“Yeh got this in a fight?”

“Spar,” Melody muttered.

“Are yeh jokin’?” Harry lifted his eyes away from her hip, and that divot had appeared between his brows again. “Someone gave this to yeh sparring?”

“It’s fine, Harry. It doesn’t even hurt, it just—”

Melody cut herself off with a gasp as Harry’s fingers fell to prod gently at the tender skin. She jerked away from his touch but he pulled her back once again, and she was frozen in surprise as he pressed his hand into the bottom of her spine, touching his lips to the middle of the bruise. His breath fell over her skin in a cloud.

“Know what would be a big help to me?” he asked as he sat back, dropping her shirt and pulling both of his hands back into his lap as though nothing had happened.

Melody inhaled quickly in an effort to recover her wits. She shook her head.

“‘F yeh got naked again.”

Melody didn’t even crack a smile. She still felt the weight of Harry’s kiss on her hip, beneath the cotton of her t-shirt. She didn’t know how he could shift so quickly, easing comedy into things that seemed so serious. And this strange dynamic wasn’t funny to her. She didn’t know how to navigate the space between them. This was the Harry that had explicitly broken up with her, claimed that he didn’t trust her. He might be kissing her and looking at her like he was preparing to sink his teeth into her skin, but she really didn’t know if that same energy connected them emotionally. Did he trust her now? Could he trust her again?

“‘M serious,” Harry said. “Can yeh get changed so we can get downstairs? Unless yeh wanna just meet me down there.”

“All right, speed racer. Chill out.”

“‘M chill. ‘M fuckin’ icy."

Melody shook her head as she turned to rifle through her bag for clothes. She slipped out of her sweatpants and into a pair of leggings, but just pulled a thick hoodie over her t-shirt instead of changing it. Harry’s disappointment was palpable.

“You are a child, Harry,” she said with a roll of her eyes as he frowned at her.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just go.”

Melody shook her head again. She slid her feet into her shoes and then wheeled Harry out of the room, through the hall, and to the elevator. By the time they reached the therapy room, Aiden was waiting by the entrance, posted up against the wall.

“Slow morning?” he asked by way of greeting.

“No, this one just never wakes up on her own,” Harry accused.

Melody huffed half-heartedly. “Can you please shut him up?”

“Gladly.” Aiden grinned at the two of them and followed as Melody pushed Harry through the doorway.

She was surprised by how empty the room was. There was an older woman against the far wall working on her left arm with a therapist, and that was it. Aiden flipped an extra row of lights on before they made their way to their first station. The rain still hadn’t let up. The windows weeped and the outdoors cast a gray gloom over the floor tiles. Melody hoped the weather wasn’t an omen.

Harry sighed as they approached the dumbbells. Melody knew that it was his least favorite activity. Not because it was hard—although he was frustrated that he couldn’t handle the weights he was used to lifting back when he trained with Sean—but because this wasn’t what his main area of focus was. Harry wanted to walk. He wanted to run. And everything else, his strength and flexibility and endurance, that could all wait until he was back on his feet for good. But Melody didn’t fail to appreciate his progress. At first, he’d lacked even the coordination to simply lift and roll a rubber ball.

Aiden helped Harry onto the nearest bench, laying him back, and Melody settled into his abandoned wheelchair. She watched silently as they began through a circuit, working his chest, his arms, his shoulders. She was anxious, jittery. Aiden would determine today whether or not Harry was ready to be discharged tomorrow. He didn’t have to be perfect and he wasn’t going to be completely independent. Melody knew that was going to bother him, but she hoped that if he just showed that he was making enough progress to be allowed home that the new setting would give him some more motivation.

And then there was that new environment that added to her worries. They needed to have a conversation and she wasn’t sure how it would go. Now, probably wasn’t the best time but she was sure if she held off any longer she’d lose all of her gall.

“Hey, Harry,” she began carefully. She glanced up at Aiden, but he wasn’t looking at her. He was hovering over Harry, hands positioned to catch a fallen weight if need be.

Harry huffed in response. He was pouring sweat. It slid along his forehead and dripped to the floor on either side of him. If he was sitting up, it would be stinging his eyes.

“I, uh—” Melody slid her lips back together and took a moment to steel herself. “You couldn’t keep your apartment. The landlord needed to rent it out.” Rip the bandaid right off.

His arms paused, the dumbbells straight above his chest. He was silent for that short moment and then he continued with the next rep, grunting as he pushed his muscles even harder than before. Melody didn’t think this was a good sign. And that idea was reinforced when he didn’t respond.

“Are you gonna say something?”

“What d’yeh want me to say, Mel?"

Aiden no longer looked as focused as before. His gaze flickered between the two of them, unsure of how to moderate if an argument were to ensue.

“I want you to tell me that it’s okay and you don’t mind, or I want you to tell me that you’re pissed off.”

“Well, fine then.” Harry huffed once more as he finished out a rep, nodding to Aiden so that he could catch Harry’s weights. “‘M pissed. But ‘s not your fault. And that doesn’ change anything, does it? Bein’ pissed doesn’ get me my flat back.”

Melody was surprised by his attitude. She’d expected a little bit of a fight, a little more anger, but even as he said he was pissed it was like his emotions were dissipating. She wondered if he had made a conscious decision to control himself. In easier situations he would have been ready to hit something.

“Are you okay living with me, then?” she asked, emboldened by his reaction.

Harry was silent as Aiden helped him shift up into a sitting position. He took the weights back and began with a new exercise, glaring at himself in the mirrored wall before him. Melody watched him grit his teeth with every rep.

“Do I have a choice?” he finally muttered.

Melody couldn’t help the wounded expression that found her face. She took in a sharp breath. Harry’s eyes met her reflection as she made to stand up.

“Mel,” Harry grunted, dropping the dumbbells to his sides. He looked like he was about to try standing himself before he thought better of it, and he squeezed his eyes closed for a short moment. “Tha’s not what I meant.”

“And what did you mean?”

“Nothing. I just—” He huffed, almost grunted, and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Aiden whistled under his breath. “Dude,” he mumbled.

“Fuck off, mate! I didn’ mean that, okay?” Harry stared hard at Melody through the mirror, muscles along his jaw straining. “‘Course I don’ mind stayin’ with yeh. Just would’ve liked if it wasn’ just because I have to, yeah?”

She blinked at him, very aware of the way Aiden was rocking back and forth on his feet. “You could live with Sean. I just thought...”

“Definitely don’ wanna live with fuckin’ Sean.” Harry tilted his head. “Will yeh sit back down, please? ‘M sorry.”

Melody shifted until she was looking across the room at the older woman and the other therapist before she sat back down. Her front teeth gnawed painfully at her lower lip and she could feel Harry’s gaze still on her, but she didn’t turn her head. She remained silent even when she finally reverted to watching Harry work, even when they moved onto his legs. She didn’t speak until Aiden did.

“Well, I think you can leave tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Harry said at the same time Melody asked, “Really?”

Aiden smiled at them, although he looked like the decision had caused him some inner turmoil, like he was somehow condemning them. Melody, however, wasn’t paying him any mind. She was watching the way that Harry’s face had opened up. He was clutching the bars on the little walkway so tightly that his knuckles had whitened and she almost—almost—forgot the uncomfortable reaction he’d had to coming home with her. For now, she let her fingers sift through the hair at the side of his head and drank in the way that he grinned.

Chapter 6

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[breakingsomething]

dark silence

@taikeero-lecoredier this one's for you! this got very, very long. 2.3k words, in fact. but i'm glad i finally got it written! please enjoy.

basic summary: chase's late night milk run goes horribly wrong.

trigger warnings: blood, descriptions of gore and injury

all chase wanted was a bottle of milk.

it was late at night, almost eight. chase hated to be that asshole that came into the store right at closing time, but he and the others were planning on making hot chocolate and watching the good place, and he wouldn't want for them to miss that. it was his fault, as henrik said, for using the last of the milk in his tea, so he'd been nominated to go get more. that made perfect sense. perfect sense that he'd have to walk down the dark, silent streets to the nearest convenience store to buy milk. it was his own fault, after all.

this was sad. why was he freaking out so much? he'd been down this exact route hundreds of times in his life. he could've made it there blindfolded. but for some reason, the combination of the cold darkness and the lack of people out was making his heart pound, his breaths quickening as he raced through an alleyway to get to the store quicker.

it was bright and slightly warmer inside, calming chase's nerves. he smiled at the shopkeeper as he paid and took his time putting his change away. no one else was in the store anyway. everything was unnerving quiet and empty.

back outside, clutching a bottle of milk in hand. the streetlights outside the store along the street had gone out.

chase stopped dead, taking shaky breaths, considering. he could, theoretically, call henrik and ask him to come get him. but he pushed that thought from his mind as soon as it arrived. what was he, five? he couldn't call henrik just because he was a bit scared of the dark. no, he corrected himself. he wasn't scared of the dark. just…creeped out, that was all. that was all.

he took a deep breath and started forwards.

with the streetlamps out, it was pitch black. he passed the carton from hand to hand, his fingers numb with cold and fear, shaking slightly. oh, how he wished he hadn't had that tea earlier. then it could be jackie or henrik who was down here. that thought made him feel slightly guilty, but he shook his head and pressed on.

something cracked behind him. he jumped, whirling round to face nothing but empty blackness behind him. fuck, fuck, but he was scared.

someone was following him. something was following him.

he started walking faster. he wished he had headphones to put in music and not hear the whispering, the crunching, the giggling, the footsteps, and fuck, now he was running, he was running and there was laughter roaring in his ears, and he was so close to home, or he should be, he should be, home was right through this alleyway -

and all the lights in the alley were bright, bright red.

three streetlamps along the right side of the wall, casting the wet floor in a wave of neon scarlet. the intense colour of it hurt chase's eyes, and hs squinted. at the end of the alley, he could see the block of flats, just across the street. fuck, he could see their living room window from here.

all he had to do was go through this red alley.

he couldn't bring himself to move. he couldn't catch his breath. his feet were bound to the floor beneath him.

take one step. the only other route is an extra ten minutes, and your brothers are waiting for you. stop being such a crybaby, don't make them wait, just go. just go.

he took a step, and instantly the alley was plunged into darkness.

all he could hear was his own trembling breaths.

there was a hand on his sleeve there was a hand on his neck there was a hand on his hat there was a hand in his hair there was -

a man, standing at the end of the suddenly illuminated alleyway.

chase just stared. it was all he could do.

the man looked… familiar. even just his silhouette. he was average height, average build, wearing a cap on his head. for some reason, chase's mind wasn't functioning, everything was going slowly and it took all his strength to take another step, further into the alley, in line with the first red streetlamp. from here, despite the black shadows casting his face, chase could see him smile.

"jack?" he blurted. it was the first name that came to mind, seeing that man. his smile disappeared.

"jack," the man at the end of the alley repeated. even his voice was jack's, but it was horrendously distorted, the tone dipping up and down in pitch. he said no more, just stood there, his body drifting in and out of focus.

chase took another step forwards. behind the man, chase could see the lights of the houses. the wind ruffled through his hair.

"who are you?" he shouted, his voice far braver and steadier than he felt. "what do you want from me?"

"who are you?" the man mimicked in the voice of a child, and a glitch ran through his body, so wrong against this real life setting. "what do you want from me?"

chase's boots splashed in the red puddles. he was in line with the second lamp now, and he felt tears of panic pricking his eyes. "can you leave me alone? please, please, i need to get h-home, i need to get away!"

by now, he understood. he knew what was happening. that didn't make him fear this any less. a jolt went through him as he realized that the hat the man was wearing was his own. chase's hair was hanging free in a loose bun, the scar on the side of his head showing for anyone to see.

this time, it was the man that stepped forwards, into the light.

he looked different from the last time chase had seen him. he had a yellow scarf wrapped round his bandaged neck. his bare arms were covered in scars, mostly in the areas where jack's tattoos were. his wildly curly hair was brown now, poking out from the sides of chase's grey and pink hat. when he smirked, a fang pointed out from his mouth.

"jinx!" anti crowed. he spread his arms out, grinning as his eyes turned a solid black. "ah, ah, what a long time it's been! last time i really spoke to you, jack's neck had never even seen a knife, haha!" he giggled maniacally, and chase noticed the huge kitchen knife in his hand. how hadn't he seen that already?

"aiden," chase said. his voice shook. "i don't - i don't understand."

the man's face darkened into a sneer. "don't ever fucking call me by that name if you want to keep your pathetic little tongue, jinx."

chase subtly patted his pockets, searching for anything that he could use against the glitch. all he had was the milk in his hand, a packet of cigarettes, and a lighter. what a fat lot of use that was.

anti took an exaggerated step forwards, lining himself up with the third lamp. they were so close to each other now, so close that chase could have counted the freckles covering his face and arms, could see the white scars tracing down his face from his eyes. they were new. chase didn't remember those.

"jinx, jinx," anti crooned softly. his hand touched chase's face, gently lifting his chin up. "oh, i have wanted to speak to you like this for so long now. even before i had your dear arzt in my possession." he tossed back his head and flickered his eyes, and when he lowered his head they were brown again. "ah, and the doctor was so fun! his screams were lovely, jinx, you should have heard them!" he laughed like he had been regaling a funny story rather than recounting tales of his brother's torture. "he called out your name so often. of course, he stopped when i put the tip of my blade on his tongue and pressed down with the promise of -"

chase whacked anti in the side with the bottle of milk.

he hadn't thought it through. anti doubled over for only a brief second, immediately straightening and lunging for chase. chase cried out as anti seized his wrist and slammed him into the wall, kicking his shins in to prevent him from rising again. before he could even try to move, anti's knife was - oh, oh. it was slicing through his sleeve across his arm like it was nothing. oh, fuck.

chase howled in agony, the wound instantly throbbing and spilling blood down his shirt. he clutched at it, sinking into himself in an effort to avoid being injured again. all the fight had instantly gone out of him.

"please, please," he whimpered. god, he was pathetic. anti had crouched down in front of him, and chase forced himself to look into his eyes, tears pouring from his own and stinging when they fell onto his arm. "god, fuck, no more."

anti was laughing loudly. "well fuck, jinx, i thought you could handle far more than that! only one little cut, not even a vein or anything! do you know what your brother had to go through in his time with me?" his hand gently brushed over chase's neck. "maybe you should ask him the next time you see him."

chase squeezed his eyes shut. breathe. breathe. "where are my children? louise, connor? please, please, aiden…" he cracked his eyelids open again, fresh tears spilling out. "please tell me they're ok."

for a moment anti was silent. then he frowned. "that's the wrong name to use if you want any answers out of me."

the fingers that were gracing his neck suddenly squeezed, instantly cutting off all of chase's air and causing him to gasp, clawing at the wall behind him in an attempt to pull himself up. anti just watched, amused, the knife in his other hand tapping playfully on chase's thighs.

"ba - stard -" chase spat, his chest heaving with need to get air, air, air. without warning, anti got to his feet, pulling chase up with him. he couldn't get his footing, and desperately grabbed anti's arms, wheezing. the red lights blurred as tears obscured his vision entirely

"ant - can't - breathe!" he spluttered. "can't -"

anti let go as suddenly as he'd grabbed him. chase collapsed to the wet floor, coughing and spluttering, but before he could even get his breath anti's knife was right against his throat. "fucking pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, your weak older brother could handle more than this! ah, maybe it's a good thing me and dapper have your kids, you're clearly no good for them, what kind of a fucked up role model are you? drinking, fighting in bars, are you some kind of wild animal?" he dug the blade into chase's skin, and he could feel small trails of blood seeping from it. "do you need to be tamed, jinx?"

and for some reason, there was only one thing that chase took from that whole furious spiel.

"who's dapper?"

anti's expression changed from smug satisfaction to shock to pure rage. "shit," he mumbled.

and then the knife was in chase's neck it was ripping through skin and the front of his body was wet with hot blood practically spouting from the wound and that wasn't all, that wasn't all, there were stabbing pains in his arm, slashing though him, he tried to scream and copper bubbled into his mouth and the world -

went black.

he woke in hospital.

"chase? hey, bro, you awake?"

his eyelids were too heavy to raise. he could feel his arm hairs standing on end from the cold already, a chill going through his aching body. and fuck, all the pain hit him at once. it burned, and he could feel each individual cut, each bruise. chase groaned loudly. even that movement alone caused his throat to scream with pain. god, everything hurt. he wanted to cry.

"chase!" it was jackie. fuck, it was jackie, reddish hair and dark blue eyes and big round glasses perched on his crooked nose. he leaned over chase, concern etched into his face. "shit, shit, i'm so glad you're ok, i thought you were going to - i thought -" he sobbed noisily, covering his face with his hands. "i'm going to kill that bastard!"

chase's throat burned. he raised his hand and softly touched the bandages on his neck. ah, now he remembered what anti had done.

"ja'ie," he tried, but his voice caught and he couldn't get the words out. "di'nt… ge' th' milk home..."

jackie blinked, then laughed, tears streaming down his face. "you're really worried about the milk? chase, we thought he'd killed you! there was so much - so much bl-blood, so much -" he sniffled, his chest shaking. "fuck."

chase leaned his head further into the pillows of the hospital bed. the walls were a pale blue, he could see now, and there was a lot of equipment - he couldn't think of any names. shit, had anti really cut his throat?

"you're lucky henrik got there quickly," jackie said, scrubbing at his face with his sleeve. "we went out looking when you didn't come back and we saw the red light from our window. fuck, we were so scared, chase." he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a trembling breath. "chase, it was - it was… anti, right? not…"

chase nodded. not marvin, he communicated. not marvin.

jackie nodded, more tears threatening to fall. "ok," he murmured. "henrik is getting some food at the vendies, he'll be up soon. you'll be ok, we'll be ok. this is ok."

chase couldn't even muster the energy to respond. he just closed his eyes and listened to his friend break down, the light behind his eyes a dangerous red.

#jacksepticeye #boop writes #chase brody #antisepticeye #prompt #taikeero-lecordier #arc two: when one goes down

[ghost-town-story]

The words had been blurring in front of James’s eyes for hours now, but he stubbornly kept trying to read. Across from him, hidden by the divider, James could hear Will steadily making his way through their pile of books. With every page flip he heard, James’s guilt and frustration with himself grew. If only their positions were reversed. Will would have figured out their situation in less than a week, tops. 

Will’s steady page flipping paused. “You okay?” he asked. 

“Yeah.” James shook his head in a vain attempt to focus and turned the page to at least try to keep up the illusion he was actually reading and not just staring blindly at the stupid pages. “Just tired.” 

Will hummed almost absently, and James felt the ghost of a nudge to his ankle, Will’s own distracted way of encouraging James to keep going. 

And James tried. He really did. But he’d never been great at studying in the first place, and after the incident it had only grown exponentially worse. Nothing James could do would stop the words from swimming tauntingly in front of his eyes. 

“James?” 

James gasped sharply and whirled around, grabbing at the study divider to both steady himself and cover his books. “Aiden?” 

“It’s late.” As Aiden moved closer, James stood to prevent him from seeing across to the other side. Not that Will was dumb enough to still be visible, but he couldn’t risk glancing back to make sure. “What are you still doing here?” Aiden continued

James bit his lip, wondering if he could subtly nudge one of his “safe” books on top of the one he was trying to read without attracting Aiden’s attention. “Homework?” The word came out sounding more like a question than he’d like it to. 

“Rather late for that, isn’t it,” Aiden said with a wry smile. 

“What are you doing here?” James countered, trying to deflect Aiden’s curiosity. 

“A series of guesses,” Aiden admitted. “I stopped by your room to see you, but you weren’t there, so if I wanted to track you down, that meant you were either here, or out in the gardens.” 

James blinked. “How’d you know I was here?” 

“Lucky guess,” Aiden laughed. “That and I figured the library would be faster to check first than the gardens.” 

“Oh.” James couldn’t stop the dumb questions that kept spilling from his lips. “Why were you looking for me?” 

Aiden smirked. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Oh.” Even after all this time, Aiden’s flirting kept knocking James off guard. Especially considering the fact that half the time he felt like he didn’t deserve the attention Aiden gave him. “I--uh--” 

“It’s late.” Aiden took a few steps closer to James. “How about you leave that for the morning, and I can help you out then, hm?” 

As Aiden moved close enough to potentially see what James had been reading, James moved abruptly to block his view of the desk. 

Aiden stopped and tilted his head. “Just what are you hiding James?” 

“I--I’m not hiding anything.” James hated being caught off-guard like this. It made any attempt of lying nearly impossible. 

“You’re being awfully jumpy and secretive,” Aiden countered. 

“I--Aiden, I--” 

James was cut off by a sudden growl from behind him. Both Aiden and James looked to see that Anvindr had woken up and was now snarling softly at Aiden, grey eyes sharp. 

James drew in a sharp breath, swallowing the familiar name before he could spill that particular secret. “Calm down Ani,” he said instead. 

Anvindr shot James a fully unamused look before continuing to growl. 

“Now now Anvindr,” Aiden said, sounding fully unimpressed at Anvindr’s display. “You heard James. Play nice.” 

Anvindr’s growl deepened. 

“Anvindr!” James hissed. “Be quiet, please. You’re going to get us caught.” 

James didn’t need any sort of bond with Anvindr to know exactly how he and Will would have responded if they could talk. If anybody is going to get us caught, it’ll be him. 

“Anvindr!” When Anvindr didn’t let up, James turned back to Aiden. “I’m sorry, he’s being ridiculous and I don’t--” 

“It’s fine,” Aiden cut him off with a smile. “You do have a point though. The librarians like walking through every so often to make sure all the students are out, and considering how long you’ve been here unnoticed, they’re probably due to come through here pretty soon.” 

James cursed softly under his breath, half turning to survey the mess that was his desk. “Hush Anvindr,” he said distractedly, running his hands through his hair. “I need to--I can’t think.” 

Thankfully, Anvindr went silent at that, though he still looked half a second away from attacking Aiden. Aiden just regarded the wolf with a little smirk. James didn’t have the energy to deal with their animosity right now. 

“I--I can’t--” Dimly, James was aware that he’d begun shaking at some point. Apparently his ability to deal with stressful situations had also deteriorated since the incident. 

A hand landed on his shoulder, and James couldn’t help but flinch, a sharp gasp tearing its way free from his throat. 

“Hey.” Aiden’s voice was low and soothing. “A little trick I’ve learned. Obviously we don’t have time to run all these books back to their shelves, plus you probably don’t want to have to look for them again in the morning, hm? But if you stack them neatly in a corner of the desk, the librarians will leave them alone, and they’ll be right here for you in the morning. Okay?” 

It took James a moment to comprehend Aiden’s words, but when he finally did he nodded his understanding, the movement just as sharp and jerky as his breathing still was. 

“Do you want my help?” Aiden offered. 

“No,” James managed to gasp out. 

“Okay.” Aiden took a few steps back, obviously not wanting to press the subject of what James was hiding when he was apparently two steps away from completely breaking down. 

As James closed his book with shaking hands, Anvindr began growling again, and a moment later his teeth closed over James’s wrist, stopping him from doing any more. James looked down at the wolf, and Anvindr slowly and deliberately shook his head. 

“Ani, I--I can’t,” James whispered, closing his eyes before his eyesight could blur any further. “Please let go, I have to--we have to go before we get caught.” 

Anvindr snarled again, yanking at James’s arm. He obviously didn’t believe a word Aiden had been saying. 

“Ani, please.” Even with his eyes closed, it felt like the room was spinning around James, and he gripped the desk tightly with his free hand to stay upright. He could barely draw enough breath to plead with Anvindr. “I--I can’t--I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t--I can’t do this anymore tonight I’m sorry.” 

“Let go Anvindr.” Compared to James’s panicky gasps, Aiden’s voice was strong and clear. 

Anvindr snarled in response. 

“You’re really going to force him to keep going when you’ve been doing nothing but napping all night?” Aiden said derisively. “Let. Him. Go.” 

James shook his head, but he couldn’t even begin to figure out how to step between the two. He really couldn’t handle this. Why did his maybe-sorta-boyfriend and his twin brother/brother’s familiar have to hate each other with such a burning passion? 

Anvindr let out a surprisingly human-sounding scoff, his grip on James’s wrist not loosening for even a moment. 

Aiden sighed in annoyance. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “Mostly because it would upset James and he doesn’t need that shit right now. But what he also doesn’t need is his goddamned familiar forcing him to keep studying this late at night when he’s obviously in no state to do so and there’s a significant chance of him getting in trouble for it. So tell me Ani, which do you value more? James’s wellbeing, or keeping him here?” 

There was a pause, then Anvindr released James’s wrist. Before James could even think of moving, he felt the ghost of a hand brush across his shoulders accompanied by a quiet voice. “Ditch him as soon as you can,” Will murmured. “I’ll let you know if he’s telling the truth or not.” 

“I’m sorry,” James mumbled. There was no response from Will, but a moment later there was another touch to his shoulders, this time so much more real. 

“It’s okay,” Aiden said quietly. “Get that neatened up, then we can head to bed.” 

James gave him a shaky nod, finally opening his eyes again. The room was still swaying badly around him, so James gritted his teeth and stacked the books as quickly as he could, making sure one of the “safe” books ended up on top. Then again, he could have totally mistaken the binding and accidentally put one of the most telling books on top of the pile, because there was no way he could stand to decipher the blur the words had decided to turn into. James found he was almost beyond caring though, except for the thread of anxiety that wound its way around his lungs and squeezed tight. 

Finally done, James took a risk and crouched down, shaking Raidyn gently. “C’mon, bedtime.” 

Raidyn yawned hugely but got to his feet, nuzzling James and licking at his face. For some reason, the familiar action caused more tears to spring to James’s eyes, and he muffled a curse in the thick fur around Raidyn’s neck. 

“Come on.” Aiden gently grabbed James’s arm and tugged him back to his feet. “Just a little longer, then you can sleep, I promise.” 

I’m supposed to ditch you and come back here. James let Aiden pull him along without a fight. I have to come back and try and figure out a way to fix this mess we’re in. James could hardly lie his way out of a tight situation without half a panic attack. How was he supposed to fix things? This was supposed to be Will’s area of expertise. Like everything else. He should have been the one to survive, not you. 

“I’m sorry.” The words were torn from James’s throat before he could stop them. 

“Hey, nothing to apologize for.” Aiden glanced over his shoulder and shot James what was probably supposed to be a reassuring smile. Everything was still blurry and swaying. 

James shook his head, but the only words that seemed to be able to leave his mouth were “I’m sorry.” 

Aiden squeezed James’s hand as they finally reached the dorms. They walked right past James’s room, but James couldn’t really admit to being surprised when Aiden practically pushed him into Aiden’s room. He was a little surprised when Aiden hauled Raidyn in after them and closed the door in Anvindr’s face, eliciting a yelp from the wolf that James could hear even through the closed door. 

“Rude,” James mumbled. 

“I know you don’t like us fighting, but I don’t think I can sleep calmly knowing he’s in the same room as you tonight,” Aiden said, pushing James down onto the edge of his bed. “Do you want to change? Or is it sleeping in regular clothes for you tonight?” 

James was no longer paying attention though. Instead, his mind had decided to focus on the fact that he was ruining the little nest Aiden liked to make with his sheets and far more pillows than the school had probably intentionally provided. Aiden was usually so particular about his bed’s layout, going so far as to pout and tell James off whenever he messed it up too much, and now he was really fucking it up and Aiden was going to be so upset with him--

James tried to stand up, but was stopped both by his own legs giving out on him and Aiden pushing him back down. 

“Okay, too much decision making?” Aiden guessed. “I’m not keen on trying to get you changed when you’re shaking this bad, so if you have any objections tell me now.” 

“I’m sorry.” James’s voice was barely above a wheeze as he tried to fight the creeping feeling of dread that was clawing at his throat. 

Aiden pushed James until he was laying down. “Get comfortable,” he ordered. 

James tried, but he was only barely able to pull his legs within the boundaries of the “nest” before he was shaking too badly to have any success with moving. Aiden hummed softly, nudging James until he was at least laying properly in bed. Then, to James’s surprise, Aiden climbed into bed and settled right on top of James. 

“I--what?” James gasped. 

“Shh.” Aiden turned his head. “Hey Rai, get up here.” 

Raidyn, always eager for cuddles and hogging the bed, jumped up eagerly. 

“Lay across his legs for me, okay?” 

James could see his own confusion echoed in his familiar, but Raidyn just gave the wolfish equivalent of a shrug and flopped down across James’s legs. 

“What are you doing?” James managed to gasp out. 

“A couple of things.” Aiden pulled the blankets over them, taking care to leave Raidyn’s nose uncovered. “One, stopping you from giving in to that dumb thought of yours to go back to the library once you think I’m asleep. Second, having Sora just lay on me makes me feel better when I’m having a bad day, so maybe it’ll be helpful for you. With me and Rai I mean, not Sora.” 

James let out a gasping laugh at that, but as Aiden wrapped the blankets around his shoulders and finally laid down on James’s chest, he couldn’t deny feeling his breathing ease some with the pressure. 

“And third,” Aiden said in a low voice, “cuddling you to sleep.” 

“Aiden, I--” 

“Shh.” Aiden propped himself up on his elbows for long enough to kiss James before setting back on his chest. “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?” 

“Okay.” James didn’t have the strength to argue. And Aiden was warm against his chest, and Raidyn had passed out nearly the second he’d laid down again, and James was tired of fighting. 

So James closed his eyes and tucked his shaking hands under the hem of Aiden’s shirt and just breathed.

#writing #in which i write #writersociety #snippets #magic au #tw panic attack #kinda sorta i'm bad at tagging but figured it's better to tag than not #hey remember a while back when i posted two snippets and said if i wrote a third one the au would get tagged? #yup here we are #me writing this looking at will: you've fucked up a perfectly good james. look at him. he has uncalled for survivor's guilt

[ellewritesathing]

So Close - S.S. XVIII

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

Prologue - S2E1 Part 1 - S2E2 + S2E3 Part 2 - S2E4 + S2E5 + S2E6 Part 3 -  S2E7 +S2E8 Part 4 - S2E9 + S2E10 Part 5 - S2E11 + S2E12 Part 6 Part 7 - S3AE1 Part 8 - S3AE2 + S3AE3 Part 9 - S3AE4 Part 10 - S3AE5 + S3AE6 Part 11 - S3AE7 + S3AE8 Part 12 - S3AE9 + S3AE10 + S3AE11 Part 13 - S3AE11 + S3AE12 Part 14 Part 15 - S3BE1 + S3BE2 Part 16 - S3BE3 + S3BE4 Part 17 - S3BE5 + S3BE6 Part 18 - S3BE7 + S3BE8 + S3BE9

Word-count: 4.2k+

A/N: anyone in the mood for angst? me too.

“Y/N.” You could barely make out the person’s voice. It was low. They were shaking you. “Y/N, are you okay?” 

You blinked at the harsh light shining in your eyes, squinting to make out whoever was with you. It couldn’t be Stiles. You pushed off whoever it was, but that just made them tighten their grip when they found you again.

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Scott. You’re okay.” 

Your heart rate slowed and you started processing what was going on around you. “Scotty, my head hurts. And-” why did it hurt so much? “And something’s wrong with Stiles.” 

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” he said. He tried to help you stand but you stumbled into him as he did. “How bad does it hurt?” 

“I can find him,” you said, not answering his question. You moved to look around the room and when you turned back to Scott, he was looking at you with those big eyes of his. “What? I know I can find him.” 

“No it’s not that,” he said quietly. “Your neck … it’s all bruised.” He moved to touch it and you pulled back. His hand fell to his side. “You need to stay here and- and I’ll get Mom to come take look at you.” 

“No!” The word came out too loud and you winced again. “I just mean … Scott, she can’t know about this. If she knows how much danger I get in when I’m helping you, she … she won’t let me help anymore.” 

“Then maybe you shouldn’t,” he said gently. 

You felt about ready to cry. It felt like there was a bullet rattling around in your skull and it took so much effort just to stand up, and now Scott was saying that he didn’t want you around anymore. It hurt. Your throat felt like it was closing up with all the emotions you felt. 

“There’s one more thing-” He clenched his hand as he looked for something to say. “Stiles, or whatever’s inside him, cut one of the power lines. A lot of people are hurt. Including Isaac.” 

“Isaac’s hurt and you didn’t start with that?” Your yell was scratchy and faded out towards the end. You started stomping past him to go find Isaac but your legs gave out almost as soon as you moved. 

Scott caught you and lay you down on the bed. “Stay here, okay? I’m getting Mom.” 

“Scotty, please,” you begged. You felt the tears pool in your eyes. 

“Stay here.” 

He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before running out to find your mom or anyone else that could give you a check-up. 

Now that you were alone, you let the tears stream down your face. How could you have not seen it? Felt it? Just known that it wasn’t Stiles? You knew he was acting differently and you knew he was scared but you didn’t do a single thing about it. You turned to cry into the pillow and found that it still smelled like him. You cried harder. 

---

They’d been keeping Isaac in almost the exact same room that they kept Stiles for two days now. Although the nurses all knew you as Melissa’s daughter, they still wouldn’t let you see him because you weren’t family. They wouldn’t let Cora in either, despite all her arguing. 

So the two of you had curled up on the bench outside his room, waiting for someone to let you see him. You must have fallen asleep because you felt Scott’s hand on your shoulder, trying to wake you up as gently as he could. 

“Have you been here all night?” he asked. 

“I’ve been here since they cleared me,” you said between a yawn and some stretching. “She’s been here since he got his own room.” 

Cora mustered up a smile that faded quickly before speaking, “They won’t let us see him because we’re not family. I tried to explain that he lives with us because he doesn’t have any family but …” She shook her head. 

“Well, he’s got us,” Melissa said. It made you smile, despite your still aching head and broken heart. “And I’ve got a key card.”

Your mom let the three of you in and you sucked in a breath as Cora reached for your hand. He looked nearly dead, lying there hooked up to the machines. It scared you, and judging by the faces around you, you weren’t the only one. 

Cora walked over and pushed some hair out of his face. She kissed his forehead. 

“Shouldn’t he be healing by now?” you asked quietly. 

“He almost died,” Cora said. Her voice was harsh but you know she didn’t mean it to be. “The other people that were in that water did die.” 

Scott reached out for his burnt arm. “He’s in a lot of pain. I can take some … it won’t help him heal but-” 

“Thank you,” Cora said, softening her voice. 

He nodded at her before taking Isaac’s hand. You watched as the veins in his hand turned dark and the darkness crept up his arm. When you looked over at Cora, the black was snaking up her arm too. You felt useless.

Isaac took a deep breath in as the two of them pulled away sharply. Cora took out a tissue to wipe her nose; it was bleeding. 

“We should get to school,” you said after a few seconds. 

“I’m not leaving him,” Cora said. “He’s vulnerable when he’s alone.” 

“Cora, I really think you should come to school with us,” you said. “If you push too hard now, you won’t be able to protect him when it matters. Right now, I think you just need a distraction.” 

Cora didn’t say anything, but she let you walk her out of the room and take her to school. 

---

As soon as the whistle blew, Cora took off way in front of you - apparently not as concerned about showcasing her superspeed as blowing off some steam. You couldn’t really blame her. But you picked up your pace when you heard her scream in the woods.

The only reason you stopped was to talk to Scott and Kira - and that was just to tell them that Cora was hurt - but when you saw Stiles running up with Coach, you had no idea what to do. You were so angry with him, or whatever was inside of him. Scott caught your arm to stop you from doing something you might regret. 

“Stop! Stop! Everybody stop!” Stiles yelled. He had his hands out to keep everyone still. He bent down and picked up the end of a chain and kept pulling and pulling … until he picked up the other end. 

“Congratulations, Stilinski. You found a length of chain,” Coach clapped slowly as he spoke. “Can somebody now please tell me what the hell is going on?” 

You saw the movement before you registered what it was. You were going to jump in front but Scott pulled you back. You turned to yell at him and instead found Coach lying on the ground with an arrow in his chest. 

You all rushed to help, but he was thrashing on the ground, trying to pull the arrow out and yelling for someone to take it out. Aiden was telling him to keep still but he refuses to listen. 

“Alright, everyone stand back!” you yelled at the group of runners that were getting closer and closer. You stood up and started shooing them away. 

To your surprise, Ethan was actually helping you. He gave you a smile over his shoulder and you walked closer to him. 

“What the hell are you guys doing with Stiles?” you asked quietly. 

“Nothing, I swear,” he said. He seemed frustrated about being accused again. 

“No, you don’t get it,” you said. “Where did he come from? Are we sure it’s him?” 

Ethan blinked at you for a second, seemingly shocked that you trusted him more than Stiles. “I don’t know. Scott trusts him.” 

“Scott trusts everyone,” you huffed. You ran a hand through your hair. “Okay, look. Cora’s out there somewhere and she’s hurt.” 

“I heard the howl,” he said. 

“I need you to find her,” you told him. Again, he looked surprised. “You’re faster than me and you can smell her. Go.”

He ran off after a second and you told the crowd to start heading back to the main road, but to watch out for the ambulance. They didn’t seem too happy about it but they started moving. 

You turned around again after the last of the stragglers started walking away. Scott looked drained. He must have taken some of Coach’s pain to get him to be quiet. You didn’t like the way Stiles was looking at him. 

When you got back to the main road with everyone else, you started going through the Jeep with Aiden. As touching as Stiles’ reunion with his dad was, you weren’t in the mood to be a part of it. 

“Scott, you should look at this.” Aiden held out the tube of wrapping paper you found to him. 

“That’s the same wrapping paper we used for Coach’s birthday present,” he said, taking the tube in his hands. 

“Yeah, and that was Barrow’s thing,” you said. “He made his bomb out of nails and bolts and wrapped it up like birthday presents. Then he blew up a school bus.”

“You guys are saying that Stiles is gonna blow up a school bus?”

“No,” Aiden argued. “We’re saying whatever put an arrow through Coach’s chest is gonna blow up a school bus.” 

---

Ethan found Cora and pried one of the animal traps off her ankle. He met you in the parking lot and loaded her into her car. You thanked him and drove her to the animal clinic so Deaton could check on it. She insisted she was fine but she seemed tense when Deaton wasn’t there. 

You worked off the memory of Deaton treating Isaac to clean Cora’s leg. You washed away all the dried blood and disinfected the wound before wrapping it up. 

“Well, you were right about one thing,” she said. “It took my mind off Isaac.” 

You gave a shallow laugh before pulling her into a hug. Cora could be a lot to handle at times, but you knew that she meant well. She was just scared to losses anymore of her family.

“I’m going to head back to the loft.” She pulled away slowly and tried to stand on her own. “You need a ride home?” 

“I think I’m gonna stick around here for now,” you said. “I think this might be the only place in the county that I won’t run into Scott and Stiles today.” 

“What happened between you two, anyway?” Cora asked, she didn’t mention it but you knew what she was looking for. After a few days, you had to admit that your bruises were looking pretty rough. “The last I heard was him getting an MRI and then Isaac was in the hospital.” 

“He, uh-” you looked down. You pulled your sweater up to cover your neck. “He went for the MRI but he found me before it was done. That’s why I’ve got these bruises and a headache that won’t go away.” 

“I’ll kill him,” Cora said without hesitation. It made you laugh, and that made her soften slightly.

“It wasn’t him. I- I still don’t know if it is,” you said. You shook your head and sighed before continuing, “Go home, killer. I’m fine here.”

Cora left and you had maybe half an hour of silence to spend with yourself before someone barreled through the back entrance. You picked up a scalpel and waited.

Not even a second later you heard someone yell, “Hey, Kira!” It was Stiles. “Kira, get inside!” 

He closed the door and laughed for a second. He didn’t know you were there. 

You tightened your grip on the scalpel and set your jaw. You threw it at Stiles’ back, aiming for the spot right between his shoulder blades, but he spun around and caught it before it made its mark. 

“Uh, uh, uh,” he hummed. “What’s that saying? Fool me once, shame on me. Stab me twice …” 

“Shame on you.” You made another move for something sharp, but he was too quick. 

He’d picked up something off one of the shelves and was forcing whatever was inside down your throat. You gagged and tried to push him off, but you couldn’t control your muscles. Your body was going numb.

“Jackson really is the gift that keeps on giving,” he laughed, grip hard enough to make new bruises on your arms as he lay you down on the ground. “If only he was here now. That- well, that would be fun.” 

You tried to bite him as he pulled apart some surgical tape to put over your mouth, but he hit you before you could. He dragged you to a corner and moved some of your hair out of your face when he was finished. He pressed another awfully rough kiss to the tape covering your mouth before running out to feign panic to your brother.

You watched him and Kira carry Scott inside - he had one of the oni’s katanas in his stomach - and tried to scream. They couldn’t hear you. Kira started pulling the blade out, but Stiles caught her wrist. He pulled it away and slammed her head into a table. You tried your best to do something before he could do anything to Scott, but it didn’t work. 

His fingers danced around the handle of the katana. “You okay?” he asked. 

“Please don’t.” Scott’s voice was so quiet, so tired. He was afraid. “Stop.”

“It’s okay,” Stiles smiled at him. Almost a real smile. Almost. Then he put his hand on Scott’s shoulder and grabbed the handle. He started twisting and Scott started groaning. 

You screamed and Scott finally saw you but he was in far too much pain to do anything. He didn’t want to hurt the thing that looked like his best friend.

“Does it hurt?” he asked. “You should’ve done your reading, Scott.” Another twist. “See, a nogitsune feeds off of chaos, strife, and pain. This morning you took it from Isaac. Then from Coach. And then from a dying deputy. All that pain … you took it all. Now give it to me.” 

The veins in Scott’s face and neck started turning black again, except this time the darkness snaked up Stiles’ fingers, through his wrist and arm, and to his heart. Or what was left of it. 

“Oh, you’ve really gotta learn, Scott,” he said. “You’ve gotta learn never to trust a fox. You know, because they’re tricksters. They’ll fool you. They’ll fool everyone.” His head tilted slightly in your direction. “Well, maybe not everyone. But everyone that matters.”

“Is that so?” 

You’d been so caught up in watching Stiles that you didn’t see Deaton come in. He injected something into Stiles’ neck and he started gasping for air, struggling to stay up. He collapsed in front of you and you screamed again. 

“What was that?” Scott asked. Deaton pulled the katana out when Stiles fell. “Was that a cure? Is he okay?” 

“The fox is poisoned, but it’s not dead,” Deaton said. He came over to take the tape off your mouth. “Not yet.” 

--- 

“My father said all of the Katashi evidence is being moved to a federal lockup by armored car tonight,” Allison said as she opened the door. “Probably within the next few hours.”

You walked in after Scott but before the twins. You’d been picking at your nails again, almost always fiddling with something since Stiles institutionalized himself after Deaton poisoned him.

“We’re going to rob an armored car?” Aiden asked. 

“Well,” Lydia drew out her answer. “We’re gonna try.”

You followed the two of them into Chris’ study and you all found a place to sit before talking about the plan. The scroll with instructions about how to destroy the nogitsune inside of Stiles was in Katashi’s silver finger, so the twins were supposed to distract the car so the others could break in and steal the finger without anyone noticing. 

“This is a really bad plan,” Scott said. 

“It’s not that bad,” Lydia said. 

“It’s not that good,” Aiden disagreed. 

“None of us knows the route they’re going to take,” Lydia continued, ignoring him. “If Allison can get one of her dad’s GPS trackers on the armored car, then we can follow it.”

“So when it gets here-” 

“We attack them?” Ethan asked. 

“No,” Lydia said. “Your bikes will be in the middle of the road, looking like you guys got into an accident. And when the driver gets out to help-” 

“Then we attack them?” Aiden asked. 

“No!” everyone snapped. 

“I still don’t think they should do it by themselves,” you said, pushing yourself off the couch and ignoring the looks Ethan and Aiden were giving you. “They can’t act and they’ll attack anything that moves.” 

“Fine,” Lydia said. “You three distract them, and Scott will break open the back door.”

“I hope,” Scott added. 

“And you will get Katashi’s finger,” Lydia finished. 

“It’s not like his actual finger, is it?” Aiden asked, scrunching up his face.

“Oh, my god,” you mumbled. “I’ve done a lot of things, but I’ve never been arrested before. You two better not get me arrested.” 

“Why aren’t we just going to Stilinski for help?” Aiden asked, ignoring you. 

“Because if he gets caught, then it’s the Sheriff tampering with federal evidence,” Scott answered. 

“Guys, this is going to work,” Allison said before anyone could doubt the plan again. “We can do this. We’re losing Stiles. My dad’s in jail for murder. We need to do this.”

---

“Okay, I’m just gonna say it. They should’ve been here by now,” Aiden said, pushing himself off his bike. 

“Yeah, I’m getting worried too,” you said as you checked your phone. “Scott should have texted by now.” 

“Okay, so we’re agreed? We’re going against the plan and finding them?” Ethan asked. 

“I-” you bit your lip. “Yeah. Let’s circle back.” 

You climbed on the back of Ethan’s bike and held on tight. He didn’t drive nearly as carefully as Scott did, and you already hated being on these things with him. The twins cut corners and took shortcuts to get back to the station, and you felt about ready to throw up when they stopped. 

“You guys go ahead,” you said. “You’re faster than me and they need help.” 

Ethan nodded and the two of them disappeared around the corner. You caught your breath and got your throwing knives out of your bag before making your way to where they kept the armored cars. 

When you got there, the twins were beating the crap out of Kincaid. You raced down the steps to find Scott. You helped him up while he yelled at the twins to stop. Kincaid rolled to a stop at your feet and you stepped over him to get between them. 

“You want him to come after us?” Ethan asked. 

“Scott,” Aiden started, “We’ve seen guys like this. Trust us. He’s dangerous.”

“So are we,” Scott said. Kincaid was getting up, wiping the blood off his face. “And he looks smart enough to remember that.” He reached out and took the silver finger from Kincaid’s jacket. He smiled when the scroll fell out. “We’re here to save a life. Not end one.” 

The twins exchanged a look before taking a step back. Kincaid pushed past them to walk away. He didn’t say anything as he left, but he did look back over his shoulder at Scott. And Scott didn’t look away.

--- 

You’d been going out of your mind the past few days. You got the scroll back, but it was barely helpful. ‘Change the body of the host,’ how were you supposed to do that? Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf. Isaac was still in the hospital. Cora was putting up walls again without him or Derek around. Scott was always off somewhere with Kira, not really telling you the full story about anything. 

So you were doing chores. You finished all your homework, scrubbed every available surface in the house, and did laundry. That’s why you were heading to the Stilinski’s house, you told yourself, to return the lacrosse jersey that Stiles lent you months ago. Definitely not to find an excuse to be in Stiles’ room. 

You used your spare key to get in, but you heard voices upstairs. You made your way to Stiles’ room, holding onto the dagger you hid up your sleeve. When you got there, you saw Allison, Chris, Noah, and Derek huddled around Stiles’ chessboard. It still had the sticky tabs from when he tried to explain the supernatural to Noah on it. 

“What are you guys doing?” you asked, disengaging the dagger. 

They turned to look at you, but Derek was the only one that wasn’t surprised by your entrance. “Looking at a message that the nogitsune left,” he answered. 

“That Stiles may have left,” Allison corrected. “What are you doing?” 

“Returning a jersey. Let me see that,” you said, making your way over to the board. “Why is Derek the king?”

“We were just discussing that,” Noah sighed. “He’s one move away from being in checkmate.” 

“Then that’s not a message from Stiles,” you said, folding your arms over your chest. Stiles didn’t leave messages like that. “That’s a threat.”

“He’s at the loft. That’s what he’s trying to tell us,” Allison said. 

“And he wants us to go there,” Chris said. 

“Night’s falling,” Derek said. 

“This couldn’t sound more like a trap,” Chris said, his tone was hard like he’d been arguing for hours already. 

“I don’t think it is,” Noah argued. 

“I think your opinion might be slightly biased, Sheriff,” Chris said. 

“Look-” you put your hands up. “If this is a message, he’s telling us to protect Derek. If it’s a threat, then it’s about killing Derek. Regardless, it’s happening at the loft once the sun sets. We shouldn’t be there when it does.” 

“Just hear me out,” Noah begged. You nodded. “What we’re dealing with here is basically someone who lacks motive. No rhyme, no reason, right?” 

“Meaning what?” 

“Our enemy’s not a killer,” Noah said. “It’s a trickster. The killing is just a by-product.” 

“If you’re trying to say it won’t kill us, I’m not feeling too confident about that,” Derek said.

“It won’t. It wants irony,” Noah explained. “It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke. All we need to do is come up with a new punchline.” 

“Stilinski, look at her neck,” Derek said. You’d taken the brunt of the physical damage that the nogitsune had caused the pack because your wounds didn’t heal like theirs, even if they were starting to fade. “Does that look like a joke to you? The bomb set off in your office, is that another one? This thing might be trickster but it’s not just playing some game anymore.” 

When Noah didn’t respond, all eyes were still on you. You hated it. You were thankful when Chris finally broke the silence. “The sun is setting, Sheriff,” he said. “What did you have in mind?”

--- 

You heard the handcuffs clink in Noah’s hands and the sound of a defensive and scared Stiles. It was convincing, and it made your heart ache. Until you heard the metal snap and the cuffs fall to the ground. 

You walked in with Derek, Chris, and Allison, and watched as Allison aimed her stun gun at his chest and pulled the trigger. Stiles caught it and started pulling on the wire, ripping it out of her hands and sending it flying to the ground. 

Next was Derek’s attack, full of his werewolf glory. Stiles grabbed his arm and slammed him into the table before sending him flying into a wall. You winced.

In the silence that followed, the click of Chris’ gun was deafening. Stiles turned to him, seeming amused, and Noah started talking Chris down. You didn’t know what to do. The situation got worse when Noah pulled out his gun and pointed it at Chris. Stiles tilted his head.

“You’re not gonna shoot my son,” Noah said. 

“You said it yourself, Sheriff: that’s not your son,” Chris said. 

“Dad, he’s going to shoot me,” Stiles said. He had tears in his eyes. “He’s going to kill me, Dad.” 

Chris didn’t lower his gun. Noah was yelling at him to put it down. And Stiles was yelling at Chris to shoot him. 

“Enough!” you yelled. As much as you didn’t want to get close to the thing that looked like your childhood crush, you stepped into the middle to separate him from the others. “Noah, this isn’t Stiles. But, Chris, I swear to god if you shoot him, I will end you.” 

“Ah, see?” Stiles asked, leaning forward to get your attention. “We knew you’d come around.” 

“And, you-” you turned to glare at him, pointing a very sharp knife at him. “Shut. Up.”

“Can’t you see this is exactly what he wants?” Allison asked. She was still looking at you. 

“Not exactly,” Stiles said. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your weapons out … because you’re not here to kill me; you’re here to protect me.”

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I Wrote This Because I Watched Underworld pt. 5 (Aiden POV)

When I try to talk about the attacks, all I can do is cry.

I always want to scream, just to know that I still can.

My heart is caging my anger, but the anger is digging its way out.

I won’t be able to control it when it’s free.

I don’t know how.

I was behind the bar at the pub when I felt that something was wrong. It was quiet, though that wasn’t unusual on a Tuesday afternoon. There were only two patrons at the bar who had ordered a margarita and a beer. Ria was nowhere to be seen and Anna had come through the front door with the look of wrath that would put Aries to shame. The sight of her made a shiver go up my spine. 

“Aiden! Where is Ria?” Anna shouted over the bar. 

I slowly put down the bottle of tequila I was holding, confused on why she was so angry. I’d never seen Anna this angry before, which could only mean one thing. “Anna, what did she do?” 

“She’s not here, is she?” Her blue hair was wild around her face and her brown eyes nearly looked black. Her small nose was scrunched up in a scowl, with her teeth bared through her lips. 

I sighed then said, “Anna, what is this about? Why are you so angry and what does Ria have to do with it?” 

Anna grabbed my arm and pulled me closer toward her, knocking over several glasses in the process. “Ai, we have to find Ava.” 

I rolled my eyes and shook off her grip. “And why in the world would I want to see that miserable crow?” 

This time Anna grabbed my shoulders and pulled me toward her until her lips were almost touching my ear. Her hands were trembling and her voice shook as she said, “She’s been found.” She pulled away and the stoney look on her face was enough to make me kick into hyperdrive. I grabbed my jacket and jumped the bar before sprinting toward the front door, Anna hot on my heels. 

We ran down the street toward Ava’s apartment. It was only a few buildings down so it wasn’t far, but between the running and the adrenaline, we were both panting by the time we got there. I pulled the spare key from the heel of my boot and opened the door. I ran to the bedroom while Anna ran to the bathroom. “Clear!” I yelled from the doorway. 

“Clear!” Anna called from the bathroom. We met up in the living room and looked at each other. “Where could she be?” 

“I don’t know. I haven’t been keeping close tabs on her lately.” I growled in frustration. “She could be anywhere!” I kicked the door frame, cursing myself for being so careless. I should have kept a better eye on her. I didn’t and now she’s in trouble and I can’t find her. 

I felt something touch my shoulder and turned to see Anna. She had a worried expression on her face that told me that she felt the same way I did. “We need to find Sabbath,” I said while taking her hand in mine. “He should know where she is.” I turned into the living room to see the black cat sitting on the coffee table, looking right at us. “Nevermind, he was watching us search for nothing this whole time.” I sighed. “Sabbath, talk to us. We need to know where she is.” He flicked his tail and switched his gaze from me to Anna. “Come on, we don’t have time for this! She’s been found, man. We need to find her right now before something happens.” His eyes became more alert at that. He flicked his tail once more before running through the front door. “God, I hate that damn cat.” 

Anna and I ran after Sabbath. Down the stairs, up the street, all the way to the park at the end of the road. We stopped shortly after entering. “Dammit, this park is huge. Where could she be?” I nearly yelled in frustration.

“Maybe she’s at the bridge.” Anna offered. 

“She could be at the back near the woods.” I countered. 

“You’re both wrong,” a deep voice said. We both looked down to Sabbath, whose green eyes stabbed daggers at us. “She’s at the Ancient. We need to hurry.” With that, he sprinted down across the field, toward the bridge. 

We chased after him, barely keeping pace. “Do you think Ria is with her?” Anna yelled from behind me. 

“Maybe,” I shouted back between gasps. Dammit, I’m out of shape. “If she is, we need to hurry before it’s too late.” With that, we doubled down and ran as fast as we could. Sabbath hadn’t even looked back to see if we were following. He kept sprinting as fast as he could over the bridge, through the trail through the trees until we reached a clearing where he suddenly stopped, with us right behind him. Anna and I nearly collapsed as we gulped down air. I haven’t run this hard since high school and it still sucked as much as I remember. 

When I was finally calmed a bit, I took stock of the clearing. All that was there was a giant tree as big as a building right smack in the middle of it. I have no idea how long it’s been here, but given that it’s called the Ancient, I’ll put my money on incredibly old. Much older than the town, that’s for sure. It’s branches were bare, twisting in seemingly impossible directions high off of the ground. The trunk was at least as wide as the inside of the pub, with roots appearing then disappearing through the ground for yards around it. We stood there for a moment, listening and looking for anything suspicious, but found nothing. 

“What the hell, cat,” I said with vinom toward Sabbath. “I thought you said that she was here.” 

Sabbath growled before saying, “She is here. I just can’t hear anything-” He stopped abruptly before sprinting toward the tree. We chased after him. We were halfway around the side before we ran into something. There was nothing there, but there was definitely something blocking us from going any further. 

“Oi, a heads up would have been nice, cat.” I said as I rubbed my forehead.

“Ai, they’re here. She found her.” Anna whispered next to me. “What if we’re too late?” I looked at her. She almost had tears in her eyes and looked like she would crumple any second. 

“No, we can still get her.” I touched the block again. It moved slightly under my touch, almost like silk. “I know what this is.” I said, quietly. I looked at the ground at Sabbath. “Step away, cat, before your fur gets singed.” He and Anna both moved away as I placed my hand on the block and focused. I placed all of my focus on picturing symbols of flame. I pictured fire and heat, lava from a volcano, the sun. I felt my hand heat up and saw the block turn into a swirl of red, orange, and yellow as I began to burn it away. It took a few moments, but it eventually burned until it broke into small threads from my hand. 

Behind the block, we saw a horrendous scene. There was Ria, saddled on top of Ava, holding a knife covered in blood, with a crazy look in her eye that would make a grown man cower. She had blood splatter across her face and on her shirt. Her hair stuck to the blood on her face, making her look even more wild. She was smiling as if she had just won the lottery. She was the most terrifying image I had ever seen. 

Ava looked like a mess. She had blood covering her chest from her wound, with more pumping out with every breath. She had leaves and dirt all over her from struggling against that monster. Her raspy and feeble breathing made her seem like she was more dead than alive. She didn’t have much time before she was a corpse. We had to act fast. 

Recovering from the initial shock of what we had just seen after a few seconds, I ran toward Ria, kicking her in the chest. She tumbled backward from the shock, landing on her back and losing grip of the knife. She scrambled to pick it up again, but I was already on her. I grabbed a handful of her hair from the back and rammed her face first into the ground. I repeated this two more times before picking her up and throwing her as far as I could. She was back on her feet in a second and rushed toward me. She threw a punch that made contact with my face. I grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back, while knocking her knees out with my foot. She knelt on the ground, struggling to break free. I twisted her arm more until she cried out, but she still struggled against my grip. I twisted again, this time until I heard a satisfying snap. She screamed in pain and struggled even more. I put my foot on her right calf and put all of my strength into the pressure before I felt it crunch beneath my heel. She screamed a final time before going limp. I threw her on the ground and checked to see if she was still conscious. She wasn’t. 

Turning around, I look at Anna and Sabbath kneeling next to Ava. Anna was applying pressure to the wound while Sabbath had his two front paws pressed to her forehead. His eyes were closed in concentration and I don’t think he was even breathing. Anna was sobbing quietly with her eyes closed, her face getting closer to Ava’s chest as she collapsed into herself. Her shoulders shook and her breathing came in gasps. I rushed over to her and wrapped my arm across her shoulders. “She’ll be okay,” I whispered in her ear. “We’ll make sure she’s okay. She’ll be better before you know it.” 

Anna looked up at me with her now red eyes and sniffed. “Ai, I don’t think you understand.” She shook her head and looked down at Ava. “She’s not breathing anymore. I don’t think we can do anything now.” She gasped again before more sobs came, her shoulders shaking almost violently under my arm. 

I looked at Sabbath, but he was still concentrating. He was as still as a statue, providing no hint as to what he was doing. I looked over at Ria, who was still unconscious. A black shadow passed over my heart and I saw red for the first time in a long time. I wanted to kill her and make her suffer like she made Ava suffer. Like she’s making Anna suffer right now. I wanted to make her scream and beg for mercy while I gave her every reason to believe in Hell. I was just about to walk over to her when Sabbath finally spoke. 

“She’ll be alright.” 

Shocked, Anna and I whipped our heads toward him. I was just about to ask how he could possibly know that when Ava took in a huge gasp of air. 

“She’s breathing!” Anna yelled. She was so shocked she stopped crying.  

“But, how? Sabbath, what did you do? How is this possible?” I looked back and forth between Ava and the cat. There was no known way to bring back the dead. Once the heart stopped, there was nothing any type of ancient knowledge that could bring a person back. 

He provided no answer. He simply licked Ava’s forehead and looked toward where I left Ria. I followed his gaze, only to see that she was gone, along with the knife she used to try to cut Ava’s life short. I jumped up and started heading around the tree when Sabbath called out, “It’s too late. She’s long gone. We won’t see her for some time.” 

I looked back at him, quizzically. “Did you know she would escape?” 

“That sounds like an accusation.” He slowly walked toward me until he was sat next to my boot. “No, I didn’t know for sure, but I had a feeling she would escape while we were focused on Ava. She’ll need to heal after you broke her arm and leg, so we won’t see her for at least a few weeks.” He looked up at me. “You need to be better about guarding Ava. Ria may have been the first to try, but she won’t be the last to attempt to take her life.” 

I scoffed. “And why weren’t you watching her? Aren’t you supposed to be her live-in bodyguard?” 

He licked his paw. “Of course I am, but I’m only useful at her home. You are the one who must watch her while she is out.” He stood up and turned toward Anna and Ava. “Do not make this mistake again, Aiden.” With that, he walked toward the now-living Ava and said something to Anna. 

I was shaking with rage as he walked away. I knew he was right and I knew I had been slacking the past few years, but nothing had happened until now. She was fine until Ria came into town and ruined everything. This is all her fault. If I ever see that maniac again, I won’t hesitate to burn her alive. I will kill her and leave no trace of her behind in my wake. 

I took a deep breath, then turned toward the would-be corpse of my charge, the worst feline in existence, and my best friend. I walked toward them and helped Anna pick up the dead weight of Ava before heading toward the main road. Once we got Ava back into her apartment, we stripped her of her blood-drenched clothes, cleaned all traces of blood from her body, and dressed her in pajamas before putting her to bed. 

“Are you sure we shouldn’t take her to a hospital?” Anna asked. “She was stabbed through the chest and lost a lot of blood.” 

“No, she’ll be fine,” Sabbath assured her. “She just needs to rest a few days, then she’ll be back to normal.” He hopped onto Ava’s bed and curled up next to her on a pillow. “You two just leave the recovery to me and make sure this never happens again.” With that, he closed his eyes in dismissal and began to purr. 

Anna and I walked out of the apartment and locked the door behind us. 

“Do you really think she’ll be okay?” Anna asked me while grabbing my hand. 

I patted her shoulder and said, “Sabbath has it under control. She’ll be fine, just like he said.” I sighed as I stretched with my free arm over my head. “You know, we’ve had a pretty long and stressful day. Wanna get a drink?” 

Anna laughed for the first time that day and shook her head. “Sure, Ai. Let’s get a drink.”

#pt 6 #urban fantasy #writing #underworld #forsaken #gruesome

[akishito]

Lost somewhere

I kinda got caught in the WitcherSvetlana/AU and needed to get this out of my system. So… here is something different. 

What if the things worked out for Svetlana differently? When her brother Aiden invites her for a few beers too meet his new friend, the long lost past knocks on the door in a way Svetlana never dared to imagine. What if the memories weren’t truly long gone…

Song lyrics used - In The Woods Somewhere by Hozier

“Do you think those bastard are able to shed a tear? To show any real emotion?” said an old farmer, his eyes locked on a table far back and the two men sitting there, each carrying two swords on his back.

“I bet they would not move an inch even if their own mother was dying in from of them.” added younger farmer.

“That’s an interesting question. Would the Witcher remember that person to be their mother?”

The conversation the two farmers were having was interrupted by a third voice. Voice not so harsh as theirs, not so quiet as theirs and way more feminine then theirs.

 The older farmer, the one who asked the question, turned around in a search for that female, the woman daring to mingle into their talk. He was ready to scold her, make a remark about her appearance but he did neither. Because the eyes watching him took all the word from his mouth as the rest of his confidence.

 Eyes watching him from the above were not one of a fair maiden but of something not even human.

 The Cat watched him with playfulness and curiosity and even if those emotions could be genuine, the stare alone scared him shitless.

***

“Svetlana, you made it! I was scared you would bail on me like the last time.” man greeting her was just a few inches taller than her, yet his charisma made him look giant. She was so happy to see him.

 "Come on, I already apologised. And you know I had my reasons… It was bruxa reasons.“

 "I am so glad to see you again.”

 "Me too, brother.“ They hugged and for Svetlana this dusty inn in a middle of nowhere felt like home.

"I would never forgive myself if I would miss another meeting of ours. Although the woods did not want to let me pass peacefully.”

 "Complications?“

 "Pack of wolves though my and Myesats would be an easy snack.”

 "Speaking of wolves, there is someone I would like to introduce to you.“

Aiden guided her to a table in the back of the room. Svetlana noticed Aiden and the other man the moment she entered the inn, but the farmer really did ask an interesting question.

 "The best beer you have for my friend here!” shouted Aiden as the passed the innkeeper who showed little to no actual enthusiasm in a compleating given request. Svetlana tossed a gold coin into his hand and his attitude changed slightly, now felt more involved in compleating the task.

As they come t the table Aiden pulled a chair for her to sit on and settled himself next to her facing the other witcher - the Wolf.

 "Svetlana - Lambert"

 "Lambert - Svetlana"

 "Nice to meet you.“ she greeted him with a polite smile.

 "Pleasure is on my side, Aiden told me about you. Did not believe him though.” She was not surprised, who wouldn’t be? “Never seen a female witcher before, at least not one alive one after the Trials.”

 "Yeah, my existence is one of the many mysteries this land holds.“

 "You were lucky that day.” Was she? Aiden’s optimism sometimes went beyond her understanding.

 "Lucky as one can be. Just two of us got through it alive. And believe it or not, I was the one without unwanted side effects.“

 "The old masters mixed something new into the mixture. Ten died, one survived and one sometimes loses his head… Hard.” Telling this was even Aiden’s gaze fixated on an indescribable place on the table, away from anything too materialistic. “Never used the same mixture again.”

 "Met him last month, havent seen any new scars on him,“ said Svetlana to Aiden, just becouse. Does it even mean anything?

Svetlana drank from her mug, the first sip, the first taste, the first try out of many to wash the bitterness in her mouth with a different kind of bitter-sweet sensation.

 ***

 "You two travel together?”

 "Yes, for a while. Some contracts are better done with help,“ said Aiden.

 "True, but a cat and a dog?”

 "Wolf.“ barked Lambert.

 "That’s what I said.” Svetlana made a note that if she ever meets Lambert again, he is a good guy to get wasted with.

 The mugs pilled themselves on their table and with new ones on the table, Aiden took the liberty to make a toast.

“To new friends! To use!”

“To the lucky ones.”  said quietly Lambert and the cynical tone with which he spoke made Svetlana smile at him in understatement.

 ***

“I have had heard that Wolves spend their winters together at the school. That must be nice.” Svetlana heard this from one traveller she met a few years ago.

 "That old castle is in ruins, but yeah, It is better then letting your ass freeze somewhere outside.“

 "I prefer the adventure in never staying in one place too long when its too cold I head south and if it’s too hot… who am I kidding, it’s never too hot.”

 "Not everyone is a stray like you. I wish I was born a real cat. Just lying all day never hungry. My royal owners would treat me so good. Yeah, that’s the dream.“

 Svetlana couldn’t recall the last time she was having such a good time.

 ***

 A melody came from the other side of the inn. Close to the fireplace, a group of musicians started playing their tunes, with people singing along. Svetlana was singing too, quietly. She felt the tune dance around her ears carrying some familiar feeling that made her heart skip a beat. So she sang.

 My head was warm

My skin was soaked

I called your name ‘til the fever broke

When I awoke

The moon still hung

The night so black

That the darkness hummed

 She abandoned the conversation she was having with her two companions, letting them talk to one other.

 I raised myself

My legs were weak

I prayed my mind be good to me

An awful noise filled the air

I heard a scream

In the woods somewhere

 A woman’s voice

I quickly ran

Into the trees

With empty hands

Her mind was somewhere else. In a land far away. Not here yet not there at the same time. Singing to the tune dancing around her ears.

 A fox it was

He shook afraid

I spoke no words, no sound he made

 His bone exposed

His hind was lame

I raised a stone to end his pain

What caused the wound

How large the teeth?

I saw new eyes were watching me

 As the song continued the singers died along the way, in the end, it was only Svetlana singing the song that no one else knew how to finish.

The creature lunged

I turned and ran

To save a life I didn’t have

Dear, in the chase

There as I flew

Forgot all prayers

Of joining you

 I clutched my life and wished it kept

My dearest love

I’m not done yet

 How many years

I know I’ll bear

I found something

In the woods somewhere.

"Young lady, is that you?”

The whole inn fell quiet. Every eye in a room on a small fragile figure of an old woman standing behind a woman with two swords strapped to her back.

Svetlana turned around, meeting with eyes filled with disbelief and hope that contrasted with the confusion she felt.

“I knew it was you, the moment I heard you sing. I sang you that song when you were little, remember. My sweet, sweet child.”

 "I am sorry… Do I know you?“ "There must have had been some misunderstanding. You must have mistaken me for someone.”

What is happening?  

 "How could I? I can see your father in you, those eyes and that nose of yours.“ The old woman’s face burned with euphoria as she spoke. "My little owl.”

The musician that stop the music a while ago, put his instrument down and with worry in his eyes approached that old woman.

“Mother, what are you doing? Please, come sit back.”

 Svetlana gestured to the troubled man, that everything is fine which did not make him any less worried. He was in his late fifties, his face filled with wrinkles, some from laughter other from all the hardship, if he smiled she knew the dimples on his cheeks would be more prominent.

Would I look the same as Gustav if I aged normally? Wait, who is Gustav? A picture of a young boy with cute dimples flashed her mind. Just for a second.

 The old woman did not stop talking to her, but Svetlana heard less than half of it. Because what she heard was too painful, too vivid to be true.

Pictures shaped like stories flood her mind as could do nothing and just watch the old woman’s lips.

“You are going to go to a place where they can help you,” said to her woman with fire in her hear and oceans in her eyes.

“But I wanna stay here with you and nanny, who would take care of you now that dad is gone.” answered her voice but not herself.

 Now she watched the carriage that was supposed to take her to the school she knew nothing about. She watched as a pack of Nekkers attack them. Back then, she did not know what those little devils were.

“Run, you can’t let them catch you!” yelled the guardsman as he fouth for his life.

Hide, hide, hide - the sun burns. She had to hide, too much pain.

 The imagery shifted again. She was hiding in a crack in a big rock when the man found her. “Look what do we have here. Come on out, little one.”

That mans eyes glowed in the dark like candles flame, she was so scared.

 After this last memory, she knew what would follow - the pain, the despair, the Trials.

“Your dear mother was heartbroken when she heard about the attack. She refused to accept that you were gone just like your father. I should have had believed her.”

The woman placed her soft, gentle hand on Svetlanas cheek. The touch of a loving mother - something that was long forgotten - something lost in those woods somewhere.

 With all the eyes turned Svetlanas way, that night those two farmers got their answer - in one way or another.

#fanfiction #the witcher #witcher fanfiction #my oc #svetlana #Cat/AU #lambert #Aiden

[yootaesowlwrites]

Beautiful Monster Chapter 5;

1982 -

Anlia runs through the forest to her next destination, it was time for a change of scenery and it was time to leave everything behind, she wasn't aging which made the human's suspicious about her.

Suddenly she was tackled to the ground by a body and then several different claws scratched her body, she screams out in pain and tries to fight off her attackers only to fail and end up being hurt more, a loud strong growl suddenly interrupts her attackers.

"What is going on here?!" A male voice yells, the werewolves back away from Anlia and looks at their Alpha.

"She's a trespasser." One of the werewolves answers. "Not to mention that she's our natural enemy." He adds on, Anlia pushes herself up against a tree feeling her wounds healing.

"It is no reason to attack her, I have a vision.. a vision of peace, Marco." The Alpha says. "This is very disappointing, I thought I made it clear that I want peace, not war." The Alpha says, he looks at his pack and shakes his head in disappointment. "Go home, I will deal with you lot later." The Alpha says, the pack slowly leaves while the Alpha slowly walks up to Anlia. "I apologize for my pack's behaviour.."

"A werewolf apologizing? since when?" Anlia asks.

"You've been attacked before." The Alpha states. "They have tried to kill you.. I can sense your distrust in me but I give you my word, I will not harm you." The Alpha says. "Not even if I wanted to.. my name's Deucalion." Deucalion says, Anlia looks at him as he crouches in front of her.

"Why should I believe you? you could be lying to me.. you're an Alpha." Anlia says.

"Because I have a vision of peace.. I only wish to live in peace with human's, hunters and even other supernatural creatures like yourself." Deucalion says, Anlia stares into his eyes.

"Anlia.. my name is Anlia." Anlia says.

"What a unique name.." Deucalion says. "Anlia, would you like to accompany me back to my home to freshen up?" Deucalion asks, Anlia glances down at her clothing.

"Yes.. I would appreciate that.." Anlia says, Deucalion smiles and helps Anlia up.

Present -

"When we arrived at his home, I was escorted to the bathroom and he helped clean, he was absolutely compassionate back then, he actually cared." Anlia says, she was telling the twin brother's the history of her and Deucalion. "He requests that I stay the night to rest and heal up completely before resuming to my journey to the next destination." Anlia says. "One night turned into a week and a week turned into a month and before we knew it.. years have passed.. and I was happy." Anlia says smiling a little. "But with happiness, there is always a price to pay.. his beta.. despised me, he wanted me gone."

1987 -

Anlia laid in Deucalion's bed, she had been attacked by Marco once again, he disliked her and convicted Deucalion's entire pack to do so also, they despised her but they knew they could not kill her, so they only harmed her knowing she would heal before Deucalion saw... but today was different.

"How long has this been going on? I specifically told you all not to harm her." Deucalion says loudly, Anlia could hear the pack meeting in the living room. "She is my mate! how dare you hurt her."

"She is a vampire, our enemy!" Marco yells.

"You choose who your enemy is, my vision of peace is with all creatures. Even vampires." Deucalion says. "I am very disappointed in all of you." Deucalion says, Anlia hears his footsteps walking towards the stairs. "Dismissed.." Deucalion says before walking up the stairs, he opens his bedroom door and closes it. "Oh.. Anlia.." Deucalion says as he looked at Anlia. "I am so sorry for my pack."

"It is their nature.. do not apologize." Anlia says, Deucalion walks up to the bed and sits down softly.

"I thought I taught them differently.." Deucalion says, he lets out a sigh before opening his bedside drawer. "I was afraid something like this would happen, but I wished and hoped it would not happen." Deucalion says, he takes out a medium-sized black box and opens it, Anlia looks inside the box and saw a bracelet. "I had this made, it will show me each time they have hurt you.." Deucalion says as he puts the bracelet on her wrist. "Sadly it has some negative side effects, You will heal slowly and you will not heal completely without me touching this." Deucalion says.

"Deucalion.. I'll be fine, this is not necessary." Anlia says.

"It is.. I do not want them to hurt you, one day when I can trust them I will remove this bracelet." Deucalion says and lifts her hand to his mouth. "I promise." Deucalion says and kisses her knuckles.

Present Day -

"He ensured that he would always know when any none-natural creature has harmed me.. only he could heal me, the bracelet only needed a touch of his hand to heal all of my wounds." Anlia says. "When I ran from him, I tried to find ways to get it off but I could not.. it was as if it were glued to my skin." Anlia says. "Then I realized when he said he will remove it one day.. that he is the only one that can remove it for me, nobody had answers for me.. but I guess this was a reminder of the happiness I had for a second."

"When was he blinded?" Ethan asks.

"I am getting to that part.." Anlia says. "Patience is virtue.." Anlia says, Aiden chuckles slightly pushing his brother. "For the next 16 years we lived happily and in peace.. well most of the time, Marco still tried to get rid of me, but with Deucalion by my side I didn't care." Anlia says. "We were happy, but as I said.. for every second of happiness you have, there is an eternity of hurt and pain somewhere in the future." Anlia says remembering the dark day Gerard blinded Deucalion. "2003 in November, Ennis stopped by and I met him for the first time a few days later I met Kali."

2003 -

Anlia walks into a distillery outside Beacon Hills, Deucalion was next to her while his pack was behind them, Kali had shown up with her pack also while Ennis and his pack lead them.

"There." Ennis said looking at a rope hanging from the roof, Anlia could smell the blood in the room, it was strong. "You see it?" Ennis asks. "They dragged him here, an arrow in his throat and they hung him and cut him in half, they killed one of ours!" Ennis says loudly.

"One of yours." Kali says. "Why should I care about one of your pack?" Kali asks.

"Cause the hunters don't discern packs." Laura Hale said. "Especially the Argents." She added on.

"But they do discern motive." Deucalion says. "Ennis, why did they kill him?" Deucalion asks.

"Because your young naive beta killed one of them." Marco says trying to be smart.

"Marco." Deucalion says.

"He killed a hunter, didn't he?" Marco asks.

"Accidentally." Ennis says, Ennis and Marco had a stare down when a wolf howls, everyone turns to the opening and a black wolf jogs out of the forest and into the distillery, Anlia had heard of her, Deucalion told her about Talia Hale and how every werewolf pack are trying to get in good with her, they all went to her for advice and guidance, the wolf slowly transforms into human and someone puts a coat over her.

"it's his right.. we're not the only people to adhere to rituals thousands of years old." Talia says.

"Which is no excuse for not evolving." Deucalion says.

"They ripped his claws right out of his finger, how is that evolving?" Ennis asks. "Useless debate." Ennis says and walks past everyone towards the wall. "I'm done with it." Ennis says and puts his hand on the wall breathing hard.

"Ennis, don't." Deucalion says. "Don't make us part of a historical cliche, with two such power it never ends at an eye for an eye, A skirmish becomes a war. Murder becomes a massacre and we end up no better than our enemies." Deucalion says, Ennis screams and begins cutting the wall with his claws, drawing the symbol of vendetta.

Present -

"Deucalion and Talia left to see Alan Deaton, Alan doesn't trust me much because I am a vampire, a creature of the damned, so I waited at the Hale residence, which is where I met the entire Hale pack since I already met Laura." Anlia says. "Derek was such a lovesick puppy, he only wanted to be with this girl he fell in love with, he wasn't always a cold person.. he only changed when he lost the girl, but that is someone else's story to tell." Anlia says. "Once Deucalion returned he told me about his plan, I despised that he wanted to go meet Gerard in person, I insisted that I go with him.

2003 -

Anlia stood next to Deucalion in the distillery, Gerard and his hunters were across from them.

"I think it's quite fitting that we are meeting in a distillery, you know the process of distillation is the separation of two substances by pushing them into their different volatile states." Gerard says.

"Volatile is exactly the state I was hoping to avoid." Deucalion says.

"Ooh." Gerard says as he walks to a valve wheel. "Then this is going to come as quite a big disappointment." Gerard says opening the valve wheel, gas fills the room making everyone cough, Anlia wraps her arms around Deucalion, she knew the smell all to well.

"What have you done?!" Deucalion asks, Gerard picks up a spike Mace he had hidden.

"One of the earliest weapons used by men was the spike mace." Gerard says. "I made one of my own, I'd love to get your opinion on it." Gerard says as he walks towards Deucalion and Anlia, Anlia growls at Gerard as he looks directly at Deucalion, Gerard looks at Anlia. "I see you have a vampire in your pack, don't you know they're your natural enemies?" Gerard asks, He turns and hits one of his own people with the Spike.

"Your own people." Deucalion says surprised.

"They wanted peace too." Gerard says turning to Deucalion. "Look what you two did to them." Gerard says,  Anlia picks Deucalion up and speeds him out of the building, once outside she puts him on the ground, she knew they needed to get away further but she needed to make sure Deucalion was all right.

"Deucalion.. breathe." Anlia says, she hears footsteps behind them and turns around only to be hit with the spice mace against the side of her head and face, she stumbles away from Deucalion while hissing in pain.

"Anlia!" Deucalion says, he then looks at Gerard. "Don't! don't do this." Deucalion says. "I had a vision, a vision of peace." Deucalion says.

"A little shortsighted." Gerard says as he takes out two flashing arrows. "Wouldn't you say?" Gerard says and plunges the two arrows into Deucalion's eyes making him scream out in pain.

"No!" Anlia screams, Gerard removes the arrows and begins walking away, Anlia rushes up to Gerard and slams him into the ground knocking him unconscious, she makes her way towards Deucalion as he was still screaming in pain. "Holy.. I am taking you to Alan." Anlia says, she picks him up and speeds through the forest towards Alan Deaton's building.

Present -

"His eyes healed with the help of Deaton.. but his sight never returned." Anlia says. "He was vulnerable, broken, enraged, demoralized... I absolutely hated seeing him like that.." Anlia says. "Marco, of course, saw this as an opportunity to take over leadership and to finally get rid of me, he thought his Alpha was weak... only for his Alpha to kill him and absorb his power." Anlia says, she takes in a deep breath. "I continue to blame both Marco and Gerard, if it were not for that two.. Deucalion would not be this power hungry Alpha he is now.. or what does he call himself now? The Alpha of Alpha's.. the Demon wolf.." Anlia says.

2003 -

Anlia steps into the home she shared with Deucalion and his pack, she immediately freezes when she saw his pack ripped apart and a strong smell of blood.

"Deucalion?" Anlia says softly, she slowly walks towards the stairs. "Deucalion?" Anlia says again, she got to the top of the stairs and stops once she spots Deucalion covered in blood.

"Anlia.." Deucalion says, his eyes were blazing red. "I am so glad you're home." Deucalion says, Anlia takes a step back only for Deucalion to take one towards her. "You're just in time." Deucalion says.

"This is not you.." Anlia says. "You are not the man I love.. you are not the one I once knew.." Anlia says.

"You're right... I'm stronger.. better." Deucalion says. "I killed all my pack members, I gained their power." Deucalion says, he takes another step towards Anlia.

"I am sorry.." Anlia says before vanishing from his sight and his life for 8 years.

[Beautiful Monster Masterlist]

#Teen wolf fan fiction #fan fiction #Deucalion fan fiction