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Good to be Bad - jww & kmg

title: good to be bad pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader, kim mingyu x gn! reader genre: fluff, minor angst, descendants au (child of hades reader) warnings: mentions of violence, stealing, bullying, and canonical bad parenting w.c.: 10.2k summary: moving to auradon brings many new things, good and bad a/n: this will follow almost none of the canon descendants universe lol. if i make someone mean its for the plot i promise i dont think they’re actually like this

here's the list of everyone's parents too if you're curious

You’re sitting on top of a warehouse roof when you hear footsteps approaching.

“Are you going to apply for the proclamation?” Wonwoo always seems to know just where to find you. He takes a seat next to you on the ledge and you scoot over a bit so your thighs are touching.

“It’s just charity to make them look good. They don’t actually care about us.”

Earlier in the morning, the royal palace released a proclamation, stating the royal family are going to sponsor six villain kids and bring them over to Auradon to help ensure a “better future”. Every child on the Isle of the Lost will send in an application and the six best candidates will be chosen to move to Auradon.

You don’t believe it though. It has to be a big set up. There’s no way the people in Auradon actually want to help, or they would have done something a long time ago.

“It sure is a unique opportunity. To go and live on the mainland, get to attend Auradon Prep.” Wonwoo is trying so hard to come off as nonchalant, but you catch the wistful air of his tone.

“You’re going to apply,” you say. It’s not a question. “They’ll pick you for sure. You’re not like us Wonwoo, you don’t belong here.”

“None of us belong here,” Wonwoo mutters.

“Maybe…” You’re quiet for a moment before you continue. “But you’re the one who deserves to get out.”

Wonwoo doesn’t respond. You two sit in silence, staring out at the Isle. It really is an ugly sight to behold. Even in the worst of places, you can find beauty, but not on the Isle. It’s ugly on the inside and out.

Eventually you get up and Wonwoo follows, still not saying anything. You two start to walk to your place, the unspoken agreement that Wonwoo will spend the night. The walk is far, considering you live in an underground lair on the edge of the Isle. Your father likes to be far away from people and to live underground, seeing as he is the God of the Underworld.

Your dad…well he’s not winning any Best Dad of the Year awards anytime soon, but he’s not near as bad as he could be. Sure he’s a bit negligent, treating you more as a lackey than his child, and he likes to remind you how much of a mistake you are and how you will never live up to him, but why complain when other kids have it worse.

Like Wonwoo, who’s mother is the literal most evil woman alive. She’s always been disappointed in him, seeing as he takes no interest in any villainy. That’s why Wonwoo sleeps at your place.

When you get inside the lair you and Wonwoo quietly navigate the dark rooms until you get to your bedroom. You two flop down onto your bed, squished together on the twin size mattress. You and Wonwoo have been sharing the same mattress since fourth grade, so the proximity of your bodies is normal at this point.

You’re not tired, but you know if you’re too loud your father’s going to yell at you in the morning, so you lay quietly staring up at the ceiling. You can tell Wonwoo is still awake too because you haven’t heard him taking his glasses off yet, and you know he hates sleeping with them on.

“Y/N-ah?” Wonwoo’s already soft voice is even softer as he whispers out to you.

“Woo?”

“Come to Auradon with me.”

Your breathing freezes for a moment before you gain your composure again. “I can’t.”

You and Wonwoo aren’t the same. By the time you and Wonwoo got close, you were already corrupted into the Isle’s ways. Besides Wonwoo, you have one of the most influential, evil parents on the Isle and whereas Wonwoo tries to ignore that part of him, you lean into it.

“You deserve to live a good life,” Wonwoo says. “You can’t do that here.”

“There isn’t a place for me in a world like Auradon. All they’re gonna do over there is try and ‘fix’ us so they can rub in our parents’ faces,” you say. “And all the while they try to fix us, they’ll just villainize us.”

“So we’ll just prove them wrong. I can’t live my most fulfilling life if you're not there too. So please, just think about it.” You’ve never heard Wonwoo ask for anything in his life, let alone beg.

“I…I’ll consider it.”

And consider it you did. Which is why you’re now standing at the bridge with Wonwoo, waiting to be picked up to go to Auradon. If you’re being honest you still don’t really want to go. The choice between going to Auradon with all of the prissy princesses and stuck up princes, or staying at home with your homebody dad who tries to get rid of you at every opportunity possible, was definitely a tough one. To you, it sounds like a lose-lose situation, but while you were going over the pros and cons you were hit with a tie breaker.

As much as you don’t think Auradon is for you, there’s only one reason why you even considered it to begin with. As hellish as it sounds to go to Auradon Prep, there’s one pro that outweighs everything else.

You were sure of your decision when you told Wonwoo and his whole face lit up. It’s rare to see that cute little smile spread across Wonwoo’s lips but whenever you do see it, you’re reminded why you’d do anything in the world for him.

“Well isn’t this a sight to see?” You hear someone approach the bridge before you see them, but you don’t have to turn around to identify who it is.

Jeonghan, son of Mother Gothel, is probably the only other person you trust who is not Wonwoo, and with Jeonghan you only trust him as far as you can throw him. He’s the one friend you have who you can get into mischief with. He’s manipulative and sneaky and quick witted and can talk himself out of nearly any situation he gets put in. If you and Jeonghan weren’t friends, you’d be a bit concerned with how similar you two are.

“What are you doing here Han?”

“I’m here to catch my ride to Auradon.” Jeonghan grins at you. He strolls up to you, slinging an arm around you when he gets close. “So nice of you to come see me off.”

“Yeah right, try again.”

“You're going to Auradon? You practically run this place, why would you give that all up just to be surrounded by a bunch of assholes?”

“I should be asking you the same thing,” you scoff.

“I’m going so I can wreak havoc and cause chaos. Why would I stay here when I can mooch all of the premium stuff off of the rich bitches while torturing them with my presence?” You don’t miss the way his eyes flit over to where Wonwoo is standing. “Oh I get it, your reason has more to do with lover boy and less to do with villainy.”

Jeonghan and Wonwoo are on…neutral terms, but then again, most people are with Wonwoo. People are more scared of his quiet, polite demeanor than they are of the kids who can do any actual damage. Jeonghan likes to tease you for the close nature of your relationship with the other boy though.

You’re about to retort back to Jeonghan when the next VK walks up, his always present companion slinking behind him, and anger flares up in you.

“No. No, fuck this. Living in Auradon is bad enough, but now I have to do it with him there as well?” You glare over at the boy who just walked up.

Minghao, son of the Evil Queen, just stands and stares with a disgusted look plastered on his features.

You and Minghao hate each other, and you have since kindergarten. At first it was just stupid little kid fights, and then petty middle school arguments, but as you’ve gotten older the disdain for one another hasn’t gone away. In fact it’s probably gotten worse.

His little pet, Junhui, son of Cruella de Vil, is never seen more than a few feet behind Minghao anywhere he goes. You don’t have anything against Jun per se, but by association with Minghao, he’s just another enemy.

“That’s only five, where’s the sixth VK?” Wonwoo asks.

With impeccable timing to Wonwoo’s words, the final VK strolls up. Rather than the anger you felt with Minghao, annoyance takes over that feeling. The sixth and final Villain Kid who was chosen, is Chan, son of Gaston.

You don’t have a direct reason to dislike him, other than the fact he has an affinity for getting on your last nerve. Just like his father, he loves to boost his own ego and you can’t help but puke your mouth a bit every time you hear or see it.

You wonder briefly if you still have time to back out. As much as you love Wonwoo and tolerate Jeonghan, you don’t know if they outweigh the other three companions you’ll have. You don’t have time to deliberate though, because soon the barrier is opening and a long black car is pulling up.

A man steps out from the car and greets you all. He quickly confirms your identity before ushering you all into the car. In the back it’s like a lounge area. You could combine all of the Isle and it still wouldn’t be as nice as this car.

The car takes off and soon you guys are on your way to Auradon. You’re staring out the window as you start to leave the Isle when all of a sudden a shiver runs through your body and you start to heat up. You’ve never felt so hot in your life and then you hear Chan scream. You look back at the others in the car and they all look at you terrified.

“What?”

“Your, um, your hair is on fire,” Wonwoo tells you. You reach up and touch your hair only to realize there’s flames in its places.

“Oh.” You do your best at concentrating to make it stop and soon everyone in the car starts to look calm, so you assume it went away. “Well that’s new.”

“It’s probably because of the barrier,” Jeonghan says. “You get to use magic now.”

“Woah, lemme try!” Chan shouts before Minghao smacks him on the back of his head.

“You don’t have magic parents dumbass.”

You sigh and really hope that coming to Auradon isn’t a mistake.

When the car finally pulls up to Auradon Prep, there’s a few people standing at the front. The six of you climb out of the car, taking in your surroundings. The mainland is definitely a lot…brighter, than the Isle.

You squint until your eyes adjust to the lighting. When you can finally identify what you’re looking at you wish you could go back to not seeing. Standing in front of you is the royal family. You watch the way the future king, Seokmin, flicks his eyes from you to Wonwoo to Minghao to Jun. It takes you a moment to realize what he’s doing but he’s looking at your hair. You and Minghao both have blue hair while Wonwoo has purple and Jun has white hair with black stripes. To you it’s never been anything out of the ordinary, but apparently it’s just an Isle thing.

The queen not so subtly nudges Seokmin and he stops his staring. The King smiles at you six as he approaches you.

“Welcome to Auradon! We are so happy to have you here!”

You all stare at the King, not saying anything. He comes to that realization only after he’s looked at you for too long.

“Well, I’ll leave my son here to give you the tour of Auradon Prep. We hope you enjoy your time here, and have a successful future.”

Seokmin steps up and greets you all. “Let me bring you on a tour.”

You and Wonwoo glance at each other before you follow behind the prince. He takes you through the halls, explaining everything as he does, but you’re not paying much attention. It seems the only person who really is paying attention is Wonwoo. Minghao and Jun keep whispering to each other and Chan keeps trying to touch things he shouldn’t. You and Jeonghan stray at the back of the group, bored more than anything.

It isn’t until you approach your first group of AKs that you have full attention. An unsettling feeling creeps down your spine.

“Jihoon, Joshua!” Seokmin calls to them before turning to the group. “Guys, these are my best friends, Jihoon, son of Ariel and Eric, and Joshua, son of Snow White and Ferdidnand.”

“Woah, that’s a lot of leather,” the boy named Joshua mutters. The other boy sizes the VKs up before turning back to Joshua, totally ignoring your presence.

You don’t miss the way Minghao stiffens, his eyes focused on Joshua. It never really occurred to you, but now that you’re in Auradon, you’re going to be meeting the kids of the heroes who your parents were villains to. Well that’s another thing to look forward to.

At the awkward tension in the air, Seokmin bids his friends goodbye and continues with the tour.

“Here at Auradon Prep, everyone has a dorm room. You’ll occupy these three rooms so pair up and feel free to get settled into your rooms or explore around.” With that Seokmin leaves, and you all pair off. You and Wonwoo pair off, to Jeonghan’s demise (who ends up with Chan), but you just brush him off.

As soon as you walk into the room, your nose upturns. You quickly move to shut all of the curtains. “Why is it so goddamn bright here?”

“You grew up underground, everywhere is bright for you,” Wonwoo teases. “You better get used to the light, this is our new home now.”

“As long as they don’t ship me back off to the Isle,” you mutter under your breath. Wonwoo still hears you though.

“That won’t happen, because you’re going to behave yourself. Right?” He gives you a pointed look.

“Yes, sir!” You jokingly salute at him and he rolls his eyes but accepts your answer.

“Just think Y/N, this is the start of our new lives. We’re Auradonians now, and get to go to Auradon Prep. It’s going to be amazing, I can just feel it.”

Despite the growing nerves in your gut, Wonwoo’s upbeat attitude helps soothe them down, just for now at least.

“First day of class, are you excited?” Wonwoo asks as you two get ready for the day.

“It’s just school,” you answer, shrugging noncommittally. The whole week Wonwoo’s been excited to be in Auradon. He’s been in a happy mood, happier than you've ever seen him before. Happier than you’ve ever seen anyone before (you didn’t even know people could be that positive). He even went as far as getting a new wardrobe and a haircut. He looks like a completely new person.

He looks…good.

You always thought back on the Isle that he was just quiet and reserved, but you’re starting to think that was just how he had to be to survive. He’s been more open and active, like he’s found the life inside of him.

You on the other hand, you’ve been dreading being in Auradon since you stepped foot in it. You thought you could do it for Wonwoo’s sake, and it does warm your heart to see him so lively, but you can feel your own self starting to deteriorate. That’s just while you’ve been staying in your room, now you actually have to go to classes filled with all of the Auradonians. You can already feel the snide remarks and the accusations and normally that wouldn’t bother you, but you’re worried about how it will affect Wonwoo’s mood. Back on the Isle you could protect him from anything, but here it’s a whole new playing ground.

“It’s not ‘just school’ it’s proper school now. We get to actually learn from people who want to teach! Why aren’t you more excited?”

“I just don’t want you to get your hopes up too high,” you tell him as you pull on your jacket.

“It’s going to be great Y/N, just you wait.”

You can’t do anything but hum at Wonwoo as you sling your bag over your shoulder and head towards the door. Wonwoo is quick to follow and as you two step out of the room, Minghao and Jun are doing just the same. You and Minghao tut at each other before heading off into different directions.

“Even in a new place you’re going to hold the same sentiments to Minghao?”

“Just because we’re in a new place doesn’t mean he’s a whole new Minghao. If you’re that concerned about it, you befriend him first.” Wonwoo doesn’t say anything. “Exactly.”

You walk out of the dorm area and into the classroom part of the school. There’s already a large group of kids wandering about to their classes. When they catch sight of you and Wonwoo they’re quick to give you a wide berth. You don’t pay them mind as you continue walking through the halls.

You and Wonwoo have different first blocks and you two split off, but not before you remind him to come find you at lunch. After Wonwoo leaves you start to navigate your way to your first class. When you walk in there’s already a handful of kids sitting at desks and they all stare as you walk in.

You send a hearty glare in their direction and they all quickly look away. You walk through the desk, noticing the way a couple of the students flinch away from you, before you take your seat in the back of the class.

It’s not long before the whispering starts up. You’re not stupid, you know it’s about you, but you can’t be bothered to listen. You knew it was going to happen, you know they’re not saying anything nice, so why listen to things that are just going to annoy you even more than you already are.

As you were getting up this morning you told yourself that you can’t pay mind to anyone who has something to say about you, no matter how hard they stare or sneer or whisper, you can’t do anything about it. You have to focus on being good now, be the bigger person, so you can stay here with Wonwoo.

That’s what you keep repeating to yourself as a group of guys snicker at you and a few girls start to obviously stare at your hair. It’s going to be a long day.

It’s not just the day that turns out to be long, it’s the whole week. Wonwoo seems oblivious to it all claiming “everyone just needs time to warm up” but you also have a suspicion people are either being fake nice to Wonwoo, or not giving him the same treatment as the rest of you due to his new look. Whatever the reason is, Wonwoo doesn’t seem to be aware of the comments and glares you and the other boys have been on the receiving end of.

It’s strange, everyone seems to be scared of you, but at the same time they have no problem making under the breath comments on your upbringing. You’ve definitely been called a ‘freak’ a couple of times and one guy even tried to trip you in the cafeteria. He immediately cowered back when you raised your fist him, but still.

You’ve found a particular enemy in a boy named Seungkwan, the son of Cinderella. He makes the most comments about you and the other VKs and you think you may hate him more than Minghao. You have your third period science class with him and rather than listening to the teacher, he likes to focus his attention on you instead.

“Better watch out with this one, you don’t know what kind of potions they may brew up,” Seungkwan sneers.

“You wanna say that again?” You growl.

“What are you going to do? Light me on fire? They’ll just ship you right back to that slum you call a home. Actually, maybe you should do it. It would get rid of at least one of you vermin.”

That whole interaction happened in front of a teacher, who didn’t say anything. You’ve noticed that’s a recurring theme as well. Teachers love to look past what the Auradonians are saying, but as soon as you glare at someone, you’re the one being told off.

The issue is that Wonwoo has barely been experiencing any of this, and he’s off doing stuff during his free time. He’s found new hobbies and has been practicing his magic with Fairy Godmother and over all soaking up all of the Auradon goodness, which leaves you to spend time with Jeonghan or yourself.

You stand at your locker, wondering if maybe it would be a good thing if you got sent back to the Isle, when a giant body slams into you, shoving you into the lockers.

“Watch it, asshole,” you growl.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I-” The guy’s words cut off when he gets a good look at you. “You’re one of the Villain Kids.”

“And you’re a giant dumbass who can’t watch where he’s walking.”

“Oh right, I’m very sorry about that!” The guy quickly bends at the waist in a bow. When he stands, he stares at you expectantly. “So how are you enjoying Auradon?”

“I don’t remember agreeing to talk to you.” You close your locker with a loud slam. You turn to leave but the guy is in your way. “Move.”

“No, wait-”

Without meaning your hair bursts into flames as you glare at the guy. He jumps back, his reaction causing your hair to go back to normal.

“You’re…you��re the child of Hades…”

You glare up at the tall guy. “Yep. Now if you’ll very kindly move out of my fucking way.” You shove your way past him, surprised at how easily he moved despite his stature. You can’t focus on that though, rather trying to focus on just getting away from him.

“Wait, no! Come back!” The guy grabs your arm and spins you around.

You stare between his frantic face and his hand clamped around your bicep. “I would advise you to let go if you favor that hand.”

He’s quick to release you. “I’m sorry! I just…wanted to talk. I know you uh, Isle kids probably don’t wanna talk to us, but I just want to get to know you guys. This can’t be easy for you and I want to try and get to know you guys before I judge you.”

“So when you do get to know us, you’ll be free to judge?”

“No! That’s not what I meant! I just meant, ugh, that like…it’s unfair for everyone to be saying what they are when they don’t even know you. That’s all.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe we don’t want to talk to you?” With that you turn away again, this time more prepared to deck the big oaf if he touches you again.

As you walk away, he calls to your retreating back, “The name’s Mingyu by the way! Son of Hercules!”

And as much as that interests you, you continue to make your exit, filing that information away for later.

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up in this situation, but sitting across from you in your dorm is the son of Hercules. It seems after your first encounter he’s been partial to seeking you out as much as he can. You were just walking into your dorm when he bombarded you and all but forced his way into your dorm. So here you are, sitting on your bed, staring at where he sits at your desk.

“You’re here so you can what? Run back to all of your little friends and tell them all about me?”

“Oh no, I actually uh…this is kind of embarrassing, I don’t really have any friends.”

“You live in Auradon, how the hell don’t you have any friends? Aren’t you guys all about friendship and kindness and all that crap?”

“Yeah, we are, but I don’t know. Most people see me as some clumsy, annoying guy.”

“You are a clumsy, annoying guy.”

“I know that, but it’s different when they say it. I don’t know, none of them really like me that much. They don’t even pretend to like me like they do with some of the others.”

“I don’t get that. If you’re not going to like someone, don’t hide it. Honestly, it’s better they don’t fake it with you. I’d rather have a million enemies than one fake friend.”

“It’s different here,” Mingyu says. “Everyone does what it takes to get them higher on the totem pole.”

“And being fake does that? I’ve always openly hated Minghao and I’m the highest on the damn totem pole.”

“Oh no. We’re not allowed to hate anyone. Well I guess, unless it’s me.”

“Why do they even hate you? From what I can tell you’re smart, and strong, and…nice,” you force the last word out. “Sounds like everything everyone here values.”

“I may be smart, but they still think I’m stupid. I probably am sometimes. I guess when you have to be nice all the time, you need someone to be the punching bag to get all of your anger out on. I just happened to be that person.”

“Why don’t you do something about it? Your grandfather is literally Zeus. The Zeus. They should all be bowing to you, not walking all over you.”

You’re not sure why you care so much. Maybe it’s because Mingyu is the only person who hasn’t sneered at you. Maybe it’s because he knows what it’s like to get sneered at.

“What am I supposed to do? Rain lightning bolts down on them? Beat them up with my strength? I can’t do stuff like that, that’s villain stuff.” Mingyu glances over at you, like he said something wrong. Like he’s not supposed to bring up villainy around you. You barely pay attention to him though.

“Hell yeah it is! What’s wrong with a little villany? Beats being a punching bag for the rest of your life.”

“I would be hated even more than I already am,” Mingyu says.

“Villains aren’t even the bad guys. They have good views, people just get mad because they didn’t think of it first. Honestly half of the villains wouldn’t even be villains if it wasn’t for your parents! The two strongest villains on the Isle, Hades and Maleficent, wouldn’t have even become villains if they just got a goddamn invitation to begin with!” It’s something you and Wonwoo have discussed before. The coincidence of your parents path to villainy. “If you ask me, the real villains are the good guys. Real heroes don’t bully others.”

“You know you’re…not nearly as bad as the others make you out to be.”

“Yeah well, I was a lot worse on the Isle. I just know I’ll get shipped back if I do any of my normal activities, and I can’t leave Wonwoo alone here like that.”

“Wonwoo…Maleficent’s son. He’s not like the rest of you guys is he?”

“No, but he’s not like the Auradonians either. He’s probably the only good guy I know. Well I guess, you count now too. But Wonwoo’s a whole different thing. Despite who his mother is, he’s never given into any of it. He couldn’t even hurt a fly, and his conscience keeps him accounted for everything. Even that time he accidentally borrowed a pen from me and forgot to give it back.”

“You really love him, huh?”

“Of course, he’s my best friend.”

“No I mean like…happily ever after love. Romantic love. I can tell by how you talk about him. It’s the same way my mom talks about my dad.”

“You’re mom…Megara.” You decided to change the topic. You don’t want to think about your feelings for Wonwoo, especially now that it seems like he’s ignoring you.

“Yeah…she wasn’t exactly a hero to begin with either. She doesn’t talk about her time with Hades much, but sometimes she brings it up in passing.”

“He’s…something.” You roll your eyes. “Let’s change the topic now.”

“Right…so back to Wonwoo.”

“Or maybe you can just leave all together.” Mingyu grins at you but you keep your face deadpan.

“Okay! No talk about Hades or Wonwoo. Good to know.” Mingyu doesn’t say anything for a moment and you’re about to ask him to not so kindly fuck off when he speaks up again. “So do you have any hobbies?”

“...No.”

“Oh.”

“There’s not exactly a lot to do on the Isle and I doubt you’d consider stealing a hobby.”

“So there’s…nothing you like to do? What have you been doing in your free time? Haven’t you thought about trying new things?” Mingyu spitfires the questions at you, something you’ve noticed he does a lot.

“In my free time I sit in my dorm or spend time with Jeonghan. There’s nothing here I want to do. Why try new things when they all sound awful?”

“You’re pretty pessimistic, you know that?”

“Yeah I do, it’s almost like I was raised by villains.”

“Well let me show you fun things to do! I promise it will be worth your time. Meet me at the front of the school tomorrow after class!” With that Mingyu gets up and leaves. You just stare at the space he was sitting in, trying to process his words.

For some reason you find yourself in front of the school after class the next day. You’re not sure why. Curiosity? Boredom? Some kind of pity for the kid with no friends?

“Y/N! You’re here!” The big guy runs up and attempts to give you a hug but you dodge him before he can. “You won’t be disappointed!”

“I better not be, or I’ll set you on fire.”

Mingyu laughs, not understanding you’re being completely serious. “Let’s go.” He starts to lead you to another part of the school you haven’t explored yet. “I thought I could introduce you to a bunch of things that you may enjoy. Cooking, art, music, reading, sports, gaming. Stuff like that.”

“I know what all of that is, I just don’t have an interest in it.”

“Do you not have an interest in it or are you just afraid to participate in something that’s not villainous?” You don’t answer. “You can’t tell if you don’t like something if you don’t try it! You live in Auradon now, you don’t have to be evil all the time. And don’t think I’m trying to change you from who you are, I’m just trying to…expand who you could be.”

“You’re cheesy, you know that? You sound like Fairy Godmother in Goodness Class but less stuck up and more puppy-like.”

“Puppies are a good thing!”

You just roll your eyes as Mingyu guides you into a room. There’s a bunch of equipment inside and a large mirror on one of the walls. There are a few people inside, using the equipment and it takes you a few seconds to piece together that it's a fitness gym.

“Why did you bring me here?” You turn to look at Mingyu.

“Well you seem to have a lot of pent up feelings and this is a great way to get them out. You can get swole while doing it too!” Mingyu flexes his arm and you try to not show how impressed you are at the size of his bicep. Stupid Hercules kid.

“So what? You just want me to lift weights?”

“Well…more like hit things. C’mere.” Mingyu takes you over to another part of the room where there are large bags hanging from the ceiling. “Punching bags. Just put the gloves on and go at it.” He hands you a pair of large gloves.

“You know on the Isle when you punch someone you don’t wear gloves. Seems like a sissy thing to do.”

“It sounds like protecting your hands from getting hurt. Just put them on.” You do.

You think Mingyu is about to say something else but you ignore him and throw a punch at the bag. You continue to throw punch after punch, working up a sweat and getting out all of your frustrations. The bag swings all over, probably due to your demi-god strength, but you don’t stop.

You don’t stop, until you hear someone cackle behind you. You step back from the bag to turn around and see two people staring at you and Mingyu. One is the small guy you met on the first day, Jihoon maybe? And another guy.

“Look Jihoon, it’s a delinquent and the dumbass,” the new guy scoffs. “Why don’t you two get out of here before you stink up the place.”

“Don’t even bother with them Cheol, they’re probably too stupid to understand what you’re saying,” Jihoon says.

This ‘Cheol’ doesn’t seem to listen to his friend though. “You know you have no right being here. Not just in this room, but at this school, on the mainland. Go back to the Isle where vermin like you belong. And you Mingyu. I knew you were fucking pathetic but hanging around low-lifes like them? You really are the biggest fucking loser in this school aren’t you?”

“Watch your mouth.” You throw the gloves off and start to walk towards the two but you feel a strong hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

“Don’t. C’mon, let’s just go. It’s not worth it.” You glare at the pair as Mingyu practically drags you out of the room. He doesn’t say anything else after you two get out of the gym.

“Hey,” you break the silence, “you said you were going to show me a bunch of things. What’s the next one?”

Mingyu perks up a bit at your enthusiasm and starts to guide you to a new part of the school. When you get there you realize it’s the art wing of the school. You’ve walked through it before but never stopped to look for too long.

You two walk in through the door of a room and to your surprise, Minghao and Jun are in there.

“Nope, we’re leaving,” you tell Mingyu. You try to drag him out of the room but unfortunately for you, he’s a lot stronger than you are.

“Why, what’s wrong? Aren’t those guys also from the Isle?”

“Yeah that’s the problem. Just because we’re from the same place doesn’t mean we’re friends, that’s an Auradon thing. It’s actually common to have a lot more enemies than friends on the Isle.”

“They’re your enemies?”

“Yes,” you hiss. “So let’s go before they see us.”

Mingyu finally seems to understand you and you two silently sneak out of the room. The sad look is back on Mingyu’s face. “Well that’s a two for two bust.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m supposed to be the pessimistic one, remember? There has to be more than punching things and half assed art.”

“Fine, fine. The final thing today is actually my favorite thing to do, so don’t be too harsh on it okay?”

“No promises.”

Mingyu ignores your last statement and leads you to your final destination, the kitchens. “My favorite thing to do is cook!”

You don’t have much time to protest before Mingyu is handing you an apron and getting right to work. You find that you don’t want to protest much anyways. Mingyu seems genuinely excited as he bustles around the kitchen and you may be evil, but not evil enough to kill his happiness. You do as he says and you two talk about your childhoods and yourselves as you work side by side. You find that you’re enjoying yourself, and that maybe you do like Mingyu’s company, just a little bit.

The food also comes out…really good. Better than the dining hall food and way better than anything you’d ever had on the Isle. You and Mingyu sit on the counters of the kitchen as you eat your meal and continue your conversation.

You stare at Mingyu as he goes on a story about trips to Mount Olympus and you decide he’s pretty. Objectively. He has good facial structure and tan skin and nicely styled hair.

“Mingyu,” you cut him off.

“Yes?” He stops his story to look up and stare you in the eyes.

“Uhm…thanks.”

“For what?”

“For…this? For you know,” you struggle to get the words out, you’ve never been the best at showing emotions, “for being my friend.”

Mingyu lights up at this and you think that his smile might be the prettiest thing about him.

“You and Hercules’s kid?” Jeonghan drawls and if you weren’t used to much scarier things creeping up on you, you would have jumped.

It’s been a few weeks since you admitted to Mingyu that you guys are friends and you’ve been spending a lot more time with him lately. He just left your dorm when Jeonghan approaches you.

“What do you want Jeonghan?”

“Oh nothing. Just interesting seeing you all buddy-buddy with the big guy. Especially given your parents and the fact you yourself said you’re not gonna be making any friends here.”

“Oh shut up. Don’t act like you’re not always with that pretty boy all the time.”

“Pretty boy? You mean Josh?”

“Josh? A nickname? Really Jeonghan? And you want to try and judge me?”

“Joshua and I aren’t friends. He’s just in like all of my classes and has taken to hanging around me, not the other way around.”

“The Jeonghan I know would have told him to fuck off. You really wanna be with someone who keeps shooting glares at Minghao whenever he can?”

“I guess that makes us even, given he’s the one hanging around Rapunzel’s kid. And anyways, since when are you sticking up for Minghao? You two are sworn enemies.”

“We are, but unlike on the Isle, there are much greater enemies to worry about around here. The Auradonians have it out for all of us, no matter how ‘buddy-buddy’ we get with them,” you say. “You guys can make all the friendships you want, but in their minds, we’re still just villain scum.”

“You’re one to talk. I just saw the son of the guy your father tried to kill walk out of your dorm!”

“He’s not like them!” You argue. “He’s more like us than anything else. He listens and understands when I tell him things. He gets bullied by the kids here, and he’s one of them.”

“You have always been soft for the underdogs haven’t you,” Jeonghan says. His tone is condescending and you know he’s referring to Wonwoo.

“I’m just saying you can’t judge me when you’re doing the exact same thing. If you want to judge someone, maybe start with the people who are the actual enemy.” With that you slam your dorm door in Jeonghan’s face.

A few minutes later you hear a knock on the door and you all but growl. You storm over to the door and throw it open, expecting to see Jeonghan, but instead you see Wonwoo, his hands full of books. It really shouldn’t surprise you to see him, considering he lives here, but in all honesty you haven’t really seen him in a few days.

“Thanks Y/N, I couldn’t really open the door with my hands full.” Wonwoo walks into the room and dumps the books on his desk.

You stand at the door, staring at your best friend. You’re not sure what you’re feeling. Relief to see your best friend. Anger because you haven’t seen him in a few days. Sadness because you miss him and even though he’s right in front of you, you still miss him.

Wonwoo turns to look at you. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Uhm, uh…no,” you admit. You finally close the dorm door and trudge over to Wonwoo’s bed (it’s closer) before flopping down. “It’s like…too much has changed since coming here. I don’t see you anymore and Jeonghan and I got into a fight and everyone here sucks.”

Wonwoo slowly crawls up onto his bed as well, and draws you into his arms. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry we haven’t seen much of each other lately. I’m sorry you don’t like it here. I shouldn’t have forced you to-”

“No don’t,” you tell him. “I made the choice to come here, don’t blame yourself. I just wish…I wish it wasn’t like this. That’s all.”

“I know,” Wonwoo murmurs. “How about this…you’ll have me this whole weekend to yourself. Just us hanging out. How does that sound?”

“Wonwoo I would love to, but I…kind of have plans?”

“Plans?”

“Yeah…Mingyu’s supposed to be taking me to town to go shopping? Or something like that?”

“Mingyu…that’s…Hercules’ son?”

“Yeah…we’re kind of friends? He’s like the only person here I like, but that’s only because he’s not an asshole. He kind of reminds me of you, but he’s like a total extravert.”

Wonwoo chuckles at that. “Well I’d like to meet this Mingyu who’s been keeping you company. Maybe we could all spend time together?”

You bury yourself further into Wonwoo’s arms and smile. “I’d like that. I’d like that a lot.”

You’re not sure how it’s happened but Wonwoo and Mingyu get along really well, maybe a little too much, because now your days are spent with both Mingyu and Wonwoo, to the point where you don’t get a break from them. Like three peas in a pod, or whatever Fairy Godmother said to you. You don’t mind, you’re actually happy that Mingyu and Wonwoo get along so well, but it doesn’t cover up the fact that Auradonian’s have gotten worse, and now that Wonwoo is actively hanging around you again, he’s started to become at the end of their insults as well.

You can take the insults, but it makes your blood absolutely boil hearing them thrown at the two boys. There’s been plenty of times where they have to pull you away from the AKs, saying how you can’t turn into what they want you to. You really don’t care what happens to you, as long as they leave Mingyu and Wonwoo alone, but they do care what happens to you so you have to stay at least somewhat under control.

You’ve recently realized that you’d do just about anything for Mingyu and Wonwoo and as much as that scares you, it also doesn’t. You love them and they mean the world to you and as long as it took you to admit that for Mingyu, it’s true.

Which is why you’re here, standing at the Parents’ Day event, even though your dad is back on the Isle, most likely sitting in his chair and watching TV. Mingyu asked you to be here, so you came.

You, Mingyu, and Wonwoo are standing at the edge of the set up, staring at everyone else. You watch everyone with their families, smiling and hugging and laughing. You’re rightfully uncomfortable, but you try not to show that to Mingyu.

Your eyes sweep over the crowd again when they stop on a large figure at the entrance of the garden. You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, breaking the silence that you, Mingyu, and Wonwoo were standing in. “I didn’t know your dad would be making an appearance,” you mutter under your breath.

“Neither did I,” Mingyu responds.

Your hand automatically reaches for Wonwoo’s and he accepts, holding onto you tight. Mingyu excuses himself, telling you two not to move, before he moves to greet his parents. It looks like the three have a brief conversation before they start to make your way towards you and Wonwoo. You quickly avert your eyes so it doesn’t look like you were blatantly staring.

“Well son, let’s meet these friends of yours.” You hear Hercules’s booming voice before you see him, but it’s not long before Mingyu and his parents are standing in front of you.

Before anyone can say anything, Megara gasps. “You look…just like him.”

“Uh, Mom, Dad, this is Y/N and Wonwoo.” Mingyu shoots you an apologetic look.

“The…villain kids…” Hercules mutters.

“Nice to meet you sir,” you stick your hand out and you don’t miss the way Megara flinches a bit. Hercules wraps a large arm around his wife. You lower your hand.

“Hello Mr. Hercules, Mrs. Megara. You have raised a wonderful son. He’s been nothing but kind and accepting since we’ve met, and he’s shaped up to be a phenomenal friend,” Wonwoo says to the couple. They look less…on edge talking to Wonwoo. Maybe because he’s in an actual suit and you couldn’t be bothered to put on something nicer than a slightly wrinkled button up shirt and your nicest leather bottoms.

“Let’s meet some more of your friends, son.” Hercules claps a large hand onto Mingyu’s back and he stumbles a bit.

“Dad, I told you, I don’t have very many friends here.”

“Sure you do! Who couldn’t love this face,” Megara coos before pinching Mingyu’s cheek.

“A lot of people,” Mingyu mumbles softly so only you and Wonwoo hear.

“So Mingyu? These other friends?”

“I don’t have any other friends Dad!”

“You’re only friends are…the kids of the two worst villains of all time? No you’re lying, no son of mine would be friends with such degenerates!”

“Don’t call them that,” Mingyu growls. “Dad you’re being unfair.”

“Unfair? You’re friends with the children of Hades and Malficent.”

“So what? They are amazing people and you can’t judge them just because of where they come from. What makes them any different than Mom-”

“MINGYU!” Hercules booms. “That is no way to talk about your mother. Son, we’re very disa-”

“When are you not! Why did you even show up today? You’ve always been too busy for me and when you do pay attention to me, it’s to tell me how much I don’t live up to your expectations. Just leave already,” Mingyu spits out. “I don’t know why any of us are here, let’s go.” Mingyu roughly grabs your arm and tugs you away, Wonwoo following.

Mingyu storms all the way to the dorms before he calms down. He’s still grabbing onto your arm tightly and you gently try to pull your arm out of his grip before he realizes.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. High pain tolerance.”

You three stand in silence as Mingyu sighs. “I’m…I’m sorry about them.”

“It's not your fault,” Wonwoo is quick to assure him.

“I should have known-”

“You couldn’t have known anything. It’s fine, nothing we’re not used to,” you say softly. “Let’s just…go back to the dorm, yeah?”

It’s somber as you walk back to the dorm, and nobody says anything as you crawl into your bed, Mingyu and Wonwoo following, sandwiching you in the middle. The silence continues as you hold each other, until you eventually drift to sleep.

You’re rarely guilty about anything, but you are a bit guilty for not seeing Jeonghan in a while. He is, admittedly, your friend, and you haven’t seen much of him since Mingyu and Wonwoo have gotten close. You blame yourself, but you start to rethink that thought when you catch him all but sneaking out of Minghao and Jun’s dorm one day.

“What the hell are you doing hanging around those guys?” You confront Jeonghan. He doesn’t look surprised to see you, but his face is somber.

“Listen Y/N, this might be something you want to stay out of.” Jeonghan’s tone isn’t threatening like it normally would have been. He is giving you a warning. He pushes past you.

“Jeonghan.” At the call of his name he stops, but doesn’t turn around. “When have you ever gotten into mischief without me?”

You see Jeonghan’s shoulders rise and fall before he turns back around. “We can’t talk about it here.”

He takes you to his dorm. You sit down at his desk, noting the way their room still looks the exact way when they moved in.

“You can’t tell anyone about this. Even if you don’t approve, you can’t stop us. You have to promise me that Y/N.” Promises are a big deal on the Isle because they’re enforced. You break a promise, and you’ll get your arm broken in return.

“...I promise.”

“Minghao, Jun, Chan, and I are gonna take down the crown. We’re tired of the way we’re being treated. They promised a better future and all they’re doing is making us want to go back to the Isle, which is saying something.”

“Take down the crown…?”

“Yeah. We’ve already started a plan. We’re gonna make all of Auradon pay, and then maybe we’ll even take over the world.” Jeonghan shrugs his shoulders.

“Woah, wait, hold up. What?”

“Y/N. C’mon dude you’re like…one of the evilest people I know. Don’t you get it? We’re gonna break into the Museum of Cultural History, get Fairy Godmother’s wand, and finally do what our parents couldn’t all those years ago.”

You wonder how long the boys have been planning this. You wonder if they would have told you if you didn’t catch them before they executed the plan. Knowing Minghao, probably not.

“We’d actually really appreciate your help if you’d like to give it. Wonwoo’s too, but I think he’s put all the villainy behind him,” Jeonghan scoffs. “Waste of potential. The son of Maleficent, and all he wants to do is read books.”

“What are you going to do when you do take down the crown?” You ignore the dig at Wonwoo, because if you don’t Jeonghan would be sporting a black eye.

“Not sure yet. If you’re worried about us hurting your precious little Wonwoo, don’t worry. No matter how much of a goody two shoes he is, he’s still one of us.”

“And everyone else in Auradon?” You think that if Jeonghan lays even a finger on Mingyu that you’ll castrate him.

“They’ll bow to us now, and do what we say. It doesn’t matter what happens to them, it will be us who have the power. So are you in or what?” Jeonghan stares back at you expectantly.

“I-” You contemplate your options.

You think about every Auradonian who’s scoffed at you and whispered behind your back. You think about the condescending remarks on teachers' tongues and the shifty looks the parents keep sending you. You think about your father who scoffed at you everytime you tried to tell him about your newest villainous act. You think about Wonwoo and Mingyu whose safety needs to be ensured.

You look back up at Jeonghan. “I’m in.”

“Nice to have you,” Minghao drawls as you walk into the next meeting with Jeonghan. “Finally came to your senses?”

“Just figured you’d need a lot more brains to counteract your stupidity,” you retort.

“Whatever the reason is,” Jun butts in, “we’re happy you’re here. Besides Minghao, you’re the only one of us who can use magic.”

“Technically, Wonwoo ca-” Your glare cuts Jeonghan off.

“What even are all of your powers?” Chan asks you.

You give them a run down of all of your powers. Fire and smoke manipulation, like your dad. High pain tolerance and increased strength because of demi-god powers. Manipulation of souls and the dead. All the basics.

“Yeah…yeah we can work with this,” Minghao mutters. “With the plans we have…we could put them into action by the end of next week.”

“And you’re 100% in?” Jun questions you.

“Yeah…of course. We’ll make them all pay.” Pay for how they treat you. Pay for how they Wonwoo. Pay for how they treat Mingyu. Pay for all of it.

“Well then, it looks like we have a team.” And something about that excites you.

A week after your first meeting with the other VKs you guys have a solid plan of action, and you’re ready to execute it. It’s a bit strange to actually be getting along with Minghao and Jun, but you decide they’re not as bad as they used to be. Or maybe you’re just finally giving them a chance. Either way, you find that you can stand to be around them for prolonged periods of time.

They’re not the only ones that you’ve had new revelations for. Sitting in the meetings, planning to take over Auradon, you think about how you’re doing it all for Mingyu and Wonwoo. Your boys. You’d honestly go to war for them if they asked. You think you may love them, but then again you’re not exactly sure what love feels like. Nonetheless, they mean the world to you, and so you’ll do everything in your power to give them what they deserve.

You hate to admit it, but you’re also a bit excited to get back into villainy. You know it’s the morally wrong thing to do, but when have you ever cared about morally correct? You miss the thrill you get from plotting something and carrying it out. The only time you ever feel a bit bad about it is when you come home to see Mingyu and Wonwoo waiting for you in the dorm.

“Where have you been going the past few nights? I miss you.” Mingyu pulls you into a hug, resting his head on yours.

Your heart swells. “I’ve just been with Jeonghan. I feel bad for leaving him out to dry lately. You know I do have other important people in my life than just you two.”

“When has anyone ever been more important to you than me?” Wonwoo questions and well, he’s got you there.

“We are still your favorites though, right?” Mingyu looks at you with his big puppy dog eyes and you roll your eyes but inside your stomach flutters with butterflies.

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” You push yourself out of Mingyu’s arms so you can start to get ready for bed. “Are you spending the night again Mingyu?”

“Can I?” He looks at you hopefully and grins wide when you nod.

You crawl into bed and Mingyu follows after, and even though Wonwoo was on his own bed, he makes the short trip over to yours so he can crawl in too. Snuggled in between both of them, you think about how there’s nowhere else you want to be. Even if you don’t have a label, you sleep peacefully knowing that everything you do, it’s for them.

You’re nervous, but only because you want things to go well. You don’t think you’re going to fail, but if you do, you just want to make sure your boys are okay. Minghao has decided that today is the day you’re going to execute the plan and then after this, everything will be over. You guys will finally be safe, and happy, and together.

The plan is to meet up at the museum where Jeonghan and Minghao will steal the wand while you, Chan, and Jun will do damage control. From there you will storm the castle and capture the royal family, before finally taking over all of Auradon. There’s a lot that could go wrong, but in turn there’s a lot that could go right which is a risk you have to take.

You quickly crawl out of bed, through the foot of the bed so you don’t have to crawl over the body on either side of you. You slip out of bed and start to pull off your pajamas to grab your clothes.

“Y/N?” The soft, sleepy voice stops you in your tracks. You don’t want to turn around, because if you do you’ll be tempted to just crawl right back into bed with your boys, but you have to do this, for them. “Y/N what are you doing? It’s late.”

“I have to go. I need to go do something right now,” you say as you continue to pull on your clothes.

“What could you possibly have to do at 3 am?” The other tempting voice in your bed sounds out. Great now they’re both awake.

“I have to go meet with Jeonghan, it’s very important and I promise I’ll tell you everything later, but just know that everything that happens has a reason. If things seem wrong, don’t freak out, it will all work out.”

“What are you talking about?” You hear shuffling in bed, meaning that most likely Wonwoo is sitting up.

“Just explain to us where you’re going, Y/N,” Mingyu says. “Why are you meeting Jeonghan at 3 am? You two have been very suspicious lately.”

“...If I tell you something, you have to promise you’ll keep it secret, okay?”

“Oh this is serious,” Wonwoo mutters.

“We promi-”

“We promise to our best ability to keep it secret,” Wonwoo cuts Mingyu off, having more experience dealing with Isle promises, “but we cannot promise our full secrecy if we deem fit to bring others in.”

That’s a good enough answer for you, and you finally turn around to face the two boys. They’re both sitting up, staring at you with half-tired looks on their faces. “The past couple weeks I’ve been meeting with Jeonghan and the other VKs. They’re planning on stealing Fairy Godmother’s wand and taking over Auradon, and I’m going to help them.”

“What!” Wonwoo roars, fully awake now. He quickly climbs out of bed to approach you. Mingyu hastily follows, a more concerned look on his face.

“Are you going to be safe? Did the others force you into this?” Mingyu, always the caretaker, rushes to make sure you’re okay.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, does not share the same sentiments. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Do you know how risky and stupid this is?”

“Yes I know how stupid this is, okay, but it’s just something I have to do. I can’t give you all the details right now, but you guys just have to trust me.”

“Trust you? You’ve been off planning world domination with Minghao,” Wonwoo says.

“I know, okay, and I’m sorry and I promise we’ll talk about it later, but I really have to go.”

“What are we supposed to do? Sit around and wait while you just take over the kingdom?”

“Y/N, I don’t like this. What if you get hurt, or caught? Do you trust the others to have your back?” Mingyu asks, your safety still being his biggest concern. “Why can’t you just stay here?”

“I have to do this Gyu…I can’t keep living here like this, but I can’t go back to the Isle. Things won’t get better unless we make them better.” You grab his hand in yours and squeeze tight. “You have to understand what I mean.”

“I’m with Mingyu on this one Y/N. I don’t want you doing this without any kind of back up.”

“Then join us,” you blurt out. Both of them look like they want to say something, but the words die on their tongues. “Everyone here treats both of you like shit. Don’t you want to do something other than sit back and let them? You two both deserve the world, so let me give it to you.” You reach up and cup both of their faces one hand each.

“Wh-what about-”

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll figure everything out. But I need you both to be with me.” You recall the words Wonwoo told you long ago. “I can’t live a fulfilling life without you two in it.”

“Okay,” Mingyu breathes out. You’re a bit surprised he’s the one who responded first.

“Okay?”

“Okay. I- I love you. If this is what you choose, then I’ll follow you to the end of the earth.”

You ignore the way you feel your stomach flutter at his words. You instead face the other man standing in front of you. “Woo?”

“You trust those four?”

“I trust they’re doing what’s best for us.”

“And we’ll be free?”

“No evil parents. No royal bullies. We make the rules now.”

“And it will be us together?”

“Forever.”

Wonwoo’s eyes search your face to make sure you’re sincere, but you both know you’ve never lied to Wonwoo a day in your life. His eyes flick over to Mingyu before looking back at you. “Okay.”

Relief surges through your body and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so powerful in your life. Mingyu pulls you into a hug and you snuggle into his large chest. You feel Wonwoo wrap himself around your back, once again sandwiching you between the two men.

The others can wait a few minutes, you think as you relax in their arms. You relish in the comfort of their warm bodies pressed into yours, enjoying the calm before the storm. You’re not worried though. You’re not worried at all. You have your two boys by your side and a plan to take over the world, what else could you need?

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heyyy uhh

I dont know how many reqs you have so I'll keep it short, dw! but darth vader (actually Vader; most ppl i've seen tag it as darth vader when its not, yk?😅) "reuniting" w/ a gn friend of his, but the reunion is them being captive 😀👍. like maybe the friend was captured bcuz he was hunting for jedis, or they were helping ppl escape and that backfired on them.

you're free to choose how his friend got captured cuz im just throwin ideas. so many scenarios lmao 😆😆😆

I'm finally back!!

So sorry for being away for so long and so sorry for taking so long to get to this request, I stopped writing it half way through the first bit and realised I might have fucked up the request but kept going anyways lol so sorry if it wasn't how you imagined!!

I tried making it a little more yandere at the end but I will 100% write a few head canons or more one shots after about how life would be after this if anyones interested!! :D

Remember my request are still open!!

✧3735 words ✧ Vader x Reader ✧ Sher/Her pronouns

Hope you enjoy bubs!

~Mwah!

(Y/N) never wanted to be a jedi, not really. She wanted to help people of course but did she really want this life?

Her question was answered after her dear friend Anakin died; no, she didn’t want this life.

She wanted a life of her own, to not have to train every day with multiple weapons, to not have to stress about every movement she makes.

She wanted a life where she could sleep in, where she could just breathe and live and do mundane things, where she could make connections and love.

But the force works in mysterious ways and after (Y/N) had grown up, settling down in a small town and having a small shop that she adored as it played into her hobby, she was yanked back into the life she had left behind.

Obi wan had reached out to get her to help the resistance, she was apprehensive at first but after seeing him come back to her shop a bloody mess with her childhood friend Ahsoka, she had reluctantly agreed to help him just to help people escape the empire.

“I thought you said there wouldn’t be any troopers here.” (Y/N) hisses, using the force to yank a metal box towards three troopers and slam them into the wall. She barely misses the blaster shot as she jerks her body behind another crate.

Crouching down to cover herself, she fumbles to get her (borrowed) blaster from her thigh holster before peeking out and taking a few bad shots.

Ahsoka uses the distraction to take down the last two troopers before looking down at (Y/N) and extending her hand. “It wasn’t a part of the plan.” They both grunt as she hauls her friend up.

“When does anything ever go according to plan” (Y/N) grumbles as she dusts herself off.

Ahsoka just chuckles before looking around they alley way they were forced into. “Master Kenobi said the captured Jedi’s are around here, we already made a scene so we should just go without him. If they caught us off guard, we should probably assume he’s not doing well on his end either.”

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“Come on this way.” (Y/N) whispers to an injured Jedi as she helps them walk in the cover of the night. “We’re almost there, just hold on a little bit more.” Her eyes glance at the wound at their side, blood already seeping through the fabric she had ripped from her outfit and used as a makeshift bandage.

Panic shoots up her spine as (Y/N) throws herself and the Jedi to the side just barely missing the swipe of a saber.

Rolling over to push herself up by her arms she doesn’t miss the boot that slams into her stomach, a silent scream creeps up her throat as her mouth widens at the blunt pain.

She had never seen him in the flesh, but anyone could figure out who that black booted foot belongs too.

Darth Vader.

Gritting her teeth in pain she grabs his ankle to haul her body up slightly as her other hand comes and pushes behind his knee to make him drop.

‘GO! GET TO THE OTHERS AND GET THE KRIFF OUT OF HERE!’ She yells to the Jedi using the force as Vader swings his arm and lands a right hook.

(Y/N) says good bye to her life as she focuses everything on just making sure Vader is distracted enough to let the injured Jedi and the rest escape. She sees them start to crawl to the wall to haul their body up in their peripheral, but she just elbows Vader’s chin making his helmet covered face tilt up.

This is the first time she had seen him; she can see a hazy reflection of herself in the black metal of his armour, but she gets flown back and slammed into the ground as he reaches out his hand and uses the force to pin her down.

Her torso gets the brunt of the attack and she flicks her wrist to get a few scattered rocks and stones thrown at him. They don’t do much damage as his armour takes the brunt of it, but it throws him off enough to let her grab her blaster and take a few shots making him release his force.

Two hit his chest head on, his armour taking the shots as he remained unharmed, whilst the others miss pathetically.

“You’re a pathetic excuse for a Jedi.” His voice booms out, modulated from his helmet but still unbelievably deep as he snarls. His arm extends to use the force again, but she takes a few more shots at his arm making him flinch back.

“I am no Jedi.” She spits back, the hood covering her form starts to lift as the wind picks up but it manages to stay on. “You must not be as smart as they say you are if you really can’t see my plan.”

Finally seeing that the Jedi is out of sight, (Y/N) throws all her force at him. Vader gets thrown back a few inches but stays strong to the rest as he swipes his arm out and knocks her off her feet, his raises his arm and moves her around like a rag doll in the air before he slams her down into the ground, keeping her pinned there.

She can barely move her fingers this time, not even a twitch as she sees his figure start to walk towards her. Pressure starts enclosing around her throat, blocking her air supply as she tries to rip her arms away, but they just lay there helplessly. She gasps, gritting her teeth to try and do anything but all she can manage is to kick her feet as the wind finally rips away her hood, instantly slapping her face with the cold chilling air.

Her vision starts to bleed in and out as her head spins from the lack of oxygen, (Y/N) manages to see Vader now looming over her figure and she thinks she sees him recoil back once he finally gets a look at her face.

The invisible hand around her throat and pinning her limbs down let go almost instantly. She flings her body up and immediately gulps down air and coughs, everything hurts and throbs in pain, but she can’t think about anything as her hands come up to cradle her throat as she tries to fight off unconsciousness and steady her breathing.

(Y/N)’s mind finally comes back to her as she cranes her neck up to see Vader just standing there.

“Wh-What?” She manages to croak out as her throat screams in protest, tears she didn’t know were now spilling to coming down her chin.

A weird crackling sound comes out and she thinks it’s his modulated breathing as he just stares.

She wants to fight, to do anything but sit there on the ground pathetically but it takes everything in her just to loll her head up at him, her body feeling like lead as new bruises start to flourish with old ones. It had been days of fighting and running and healing injured Jedi without any rest.

(Y/N) was never the strongest and after years of not training or using any force, she had become weak.

He says something, she thinks it’s a name, her name?

But her eyes finally close as her body falls to the side and her brain drags her to sleep.

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(Y/N) shuffles around a bit on the plush bed to get herself comfortable before her mind starts to darken again, the silk sheets feeling soft and light yet warm.

Wait sheets? Bed?

Throwing her body up, the black sheets pool at her waist as she frantically looks around the room.

It’s a room of some sorts, maybe on a ship? The walls are metal and the room’s big but bare with anything personalised.

She remembers the fight with Vader, thinking she was going to die but he just let her go and then she passed out.

The room spins as her vision finally clears its sleepy haze and the more she tries to focus the more the throbbing pain in her head hurts. Her body is so sore, and it feels like she has to use every piece of strength in her body to try and pick up her arm.

Nausea creeps up her throat and she groans as she curls into herself.

Hearing the door open, she forces her body up right as she watches Vader stride in, there’s no words exchanged as he closes the door and takes a few steps towards the bed.

They both stare at each other, (Y/N) staring into the eyes of his helmet to try and search for his eyes and Vader looking in those familiar (E/C) orbs he used to search comfort in.

Slowly, he starts to lift his helmet off and (Y/N) goes to stop him but it dies in her throat when she sees his face.

“Anakin?” Her voice is so soft he barely misses it, he wants to correct her and say that Anakin is dead but when he opens his mouth nothing comes out.

(Y/N) doesn’t know what to do, she wants to swear at him, she wants to jump and scream and hug him so tight but…

“You’re…. You’re not Anakin.” She says slowly.

She can see the hurt flash in his eyes before he looks away and puts his helmet back on. They both return to silence before (Y/N) speaks again.

“What do you want from me? Why am I here? Why didn’t you just…” She trails off, her head pounding harder as she thinks about her childhood best friend ending her life.

“Just what? Kill you?” His voice comes out sharp, but the ugly sound of his modulator crackling tells her his voice strained.

(Y/N) pushes herself up by her arm to sit properly as he watches her through his visor. “You fought with Master Obi-Won and fought to kill. Why didn’t you do that to me once you saw who I was?”

“That’s different” Vader’s voice comes out uncharacteristically high, but he calms himself before continuing. “You are in my bedroom and you will be here until I say so. I’ll go get you some medicine and food.”

His black cape flows as he turns around to leave but (Y/N) leans forward to try and make him stay.

“Wait! Anakin-”

“It’s Vader now!” He snaps cutting her off. “And don’t think of leaving this room, your injured and I have the door locked with guards stationed outside. Just sit down and do nothing, like you have done for years.”

The last few words digs a knife into her heart but she doesn’t even have the time to properly react before he’s out of the room with the sound of the door sliding closed.

(Y/N) stares blankly at the door as her head falls back to softly thunk against the bed post.

Had her Anakin really turned into this? Into the monster that is Darth Vader?

A few tears escape her eyes that she’s too exhausted to wipe away. “Oh Anakin, what did they do to you?”

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Like he had said, Vader came back into the room a few minutes later with a bowl of some sort of bone broth, a cup of water and some bacta patches.

He straightens out the sheets at her lap before placing the tray down before giving her a once over and disappearing into what (Y/N) thinks is a connected refresher.

Picking up the spoon, she swirls the bone broth a bit before taking a small tentative sip. It hits her tongue, and she has to stop herself from humming. Days on the run with limited bad tasting food made this simple broth taste divine on her tongue, but as soon as she swallows, she feels her stomach churn.

(Y/N) drops the spoon back into the bowl, it makes a small splash that barely misses her clothes but she ignores it to sling one arm over her stomach.

Hearing Vader return, she doesn’t have it in her to look up at him as she closes her eyes.

“You need to eat.” It’s a command, his voice having no trace of the man it used to belong to.

“Why am I here.” Her voice is so soft that even Vader’s helmet almost misses it, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t know how to respond.

He hesitates before taking a few tentative steps closer to the bed. “Why didn’t you become a Jedi?”

Opening her eyes to watch him, her eyes flash to show her Anakin, the one who was always curled into himself in the middle of the nights when he was caught up in the darkness of his mind.

“Because it wasn’t the life for me.” She manages to say softly. “I wanted to love, to feel without any consequences. I wanted to help people, but I knew I wasn’t cut out to help people how Jedi’s do.”

“Then why did you come back?” He takes off his helmet again, placing it at the foot of the bed before slowly getting on his knees.

The scene must look comical to any outsider, the feared Darth Vader on his knees for some random girl.

(Y/N) has to physically restrain herself from reaching her hand out by hugging herself and tucks her hands in her pits.

“This time I could help people properly. People were getting hurt and I could help them, why wouldn’t I?”

She was always doing that, wasn’t she? Always helping people even if it meant she had to do things she didn’t want to.

Vader wants to shake her shoulders, to shout at her that everyone’s selfish and just using her. To call her selfish for making him stay as a Jedi before leaving it all behind. But most of all, he wants to collapse in her arms and tell her everything, all the pain he endured and everything he had to do that he wouldn’t even think about telling anyone else.

He doesn’t even realise he’s deep in thought before he sees her moving to place his helmet back on, now half sitting on the edge of the bed near him.

“Va- Anakin.” She corrects herself before whispering whilst keeping her touch as delicate as possible. “I can see that you’re struggling to breathe.”

When his helmet finally does lock in place, Vader takes a few deep breaths. He had pressurised his room obviously, but he had to keep it just under his comfortable levels to make sure it didn’t affect (Y/N).

The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop them. “What happened?” They come out soft, but he can feel the hurt behind them and it makes his blood boil.

“How could you possibly ask that?” His modulator now booms his voice. “You saw how they were, they were the reason for her death and you even left!”

The mention of Padmè squeezes (Y/N)’s heart but she just furrows her brows.

“So all of that just justifies you killing millions of innocent people?” Her voice raises as well but he crosses his large arms across his chest plate.

“You don’t understand-”

“No, you don’t understand Anakin!” She cuts him off, now standing on wobbly legs. “You’re hurting people, people like me who just want to live!”

Standing in-front of him now, yelling at him without listening, reminds Vader of Obi-wan and he snaps.

“I AM VADER! ANAKIN IS DEAD!” His voice rattles the room and shocks (Y/N) to drop back down on the bed. “People like you? Don’t make me laugh.” A cackle gets cut off by his modulator, but it’s filled with coldness. “Your selfish, sitting around while people get hurt. You only care when they start to bother your own little world. Where were you when Padmè died? Where were you when I was getting hurt? You just want to help people to fill that pathetic hole in your chest, so don’t you dare think you can talk to me about any of this.” He sneers before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him, leaving (Y/N) sitting their heart broken.

Looking down at her (S/C) palms, her body shakes with her sobs.

Anakin really is dead.

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A few days pass, maybe a week?

(Y/N) doesn’t kriffin know but she does know is that her body has finally recovered mostly, some wounds still need a few more days but there’s no risk of tearing anything open and she finally doesn’t feel nauseous and dizzy anymore.

Happy with her new found health, now the dreaded thoughts of what will happen to her finally sink in as her mind isn’t fogged up with pain.

Vader made it out like he hated her, he despised her life and even though she hadn’t seen him since that day, a storm trooper always came in with food and things she would need for the day.

It made no sense and she’s tired.

She left this life because she couldn’t handle it and now, she’s forcefully thrusted back in only to be caught up in more stuff?

(Y/N) never wanted this.

Standing from the chair, she walks over to the sliding door that was always locked and started banging. Like always, the storm troopers stationed there at every hour and rotating depending on shifts, called back asking what she needed.

“I want to talk to Vader, now.” Her snappy voice makes them hesitate, they had strict rules to keep her in the room and not to talk more than necessary and there were no rules to state that she couldn’t ask for the black armoured man himself, but they had seen how angry he had barged out of the room.

Finally giving into the demands, they look at each other before calling out they would send someone to fetch him and in a few minutes Vader himself was walking through the halls.

All troopers and anyone in the vicinity tense up and looks away but he ignores them before slamming the hatch open and locking it behind him.

“What do you gain from keeping me here Vader? What do you want from me? This is the last time I’m asking this and if you don’t answer me, I will do everything in my power to leave.” (Y/N) usual voice is devoid of any fun or sarcasm or tenderness as she gets straight to the point, not letting him even acknowledge her.

Taking a few steps towards from the wall, he leaves decent space between them both but still enough to keep a comfortable conversation.

“Do you really not know why you are here?” His modulated voice still startles the female but the anger in her veins smooth over that.

Crossing her arms, she leans onto her front leg. “How could I? You seem to hate my existence, yet you ordered for me to be taken cared of, but I’m not allowed to leave. You won’t even answer my questions.” Her arms come up and wave to emphasize her point but Vader just stares. He had forgotten how her little habits actually looked, he could never forget but the years apart had fogged up his imagery of the memories.

Finally feeling as if there is no other way to express himself, he just simply states. “I love you, that’s why you are staying here.”

(Y/N)’s mind reels so hard that she stumbles back, her ass landing right on the chair she had left untucked.

Shaking her head, (Y/N) feels like she’s dreaming because this couldn’t be real. “You- You can’t! You said it yourself, I’m selfish and horrible and you called me pathetic! You loved Padmé! How could you love me?” Tears start pouring down her face, but she doesn’t even realise as she looks through his armour and straight into his heart, trying to search for the Anakin she knew and, admittedly, loved, but she can’t find him and all she can see is a stranger.

Vader winces at her tears, it feels like someone is physically ripping his heart out when he sees her cry, but he just takes a deep breath before striding over and crouching.

“I’ve loved you since we were kids, but I didn’t realise until Padmé died that the love I felt for you and her are different.” His gloved hand comes up to wipe away a tear, a little rougher than he had wanted but he had never touched someone as delicately as he was touching her now.

Hiccups and whimpers leave her throat as sobs wrack (Y/N) body before she abruptly stands up and shakes her head. “This- This ca-can’t be happening.” Her voice cracks slightly but Vader just stands up aswell and grabs her arm gently to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“This is real, the faster you accept that the faster you can acclimate to your new home.” Again, Vader is a bit harsher than he had wanted but he had never thought about anyone’s emotions other than his own for years.

Ripping his arm off her, (Y/N) growls. “This isn’t my home, this will never be my home. You took me away from my home.”

She moves to run to the door but she gets yanked back by her waist and gets thrown onto the bed, the plush surface doesn’t do any damage but the fast movement disorientates (Y/N) enough to let him pin her legs down with his own and restrain her wrists with one of his own.

“It doesn’t matter if you tell yourself this isn’t your home because now it is.” The hiss that escapes his throat crackles horribly from his modulator, but he just presses her wrists down harder to make sure her (e/c) orbs focus on him. “You’re staying here weather you like it or not, so it’s best if you start faking it or the only person who’s going to be affected by your struggling is yourself.”

Her hiccups and tears return as she started into the damned black visor, Anakin had really died and left behind this love sick monster hu?

Closing her eyes tightly to block out everything out as her legs stop trying to twist away, the last though in her mind rings out before she finally stops struggling.

‘I’m sorry Anakin.’

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The endless beginning

part four

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find part one, part two, and part three or just the masterlist. enjoy!

Amelie sits in between Sam and Tara as they look down at the photos on the table. Gory pictures of the crime scene with the bodies of Jason and Greg and the bloody picture of Sam’s license on the floor. The three girls haven’t made a noise since they were put into the investigation room, all too exhausted and drained from the attack that just took place. Amelie sits in her clothes that have started to become sticky with blood and feels like throwing up. She wasn’t able to throw her clothes away just yet since they have literal human blood on them and because she doesn’t have a spare with her. They also needed to take a photo of her clothes for evidence. She just couldn’t wait until she could go home, strip off her clothes and scrub the blood off her skin until a new layer is revealed. They let her wash up her hands and arms, at least, so there wasn’t any blood or glass stuck on her hands.

Soon enough Detective Bailey comes into the room and closes the door behind him. In his hand lays an evidence bag with a Ghostface mask where he lets the girls know that it was found next to the bodies at the apartment crime scene. “DNA says that it belongs to somebody named Richie Kirisch. Does it ring a bell?”

“We’re familiar with him,” Sam replies. She stares at the mask before looking away. All too familiar with him, actually.

“The one that attacked us had a different mask on,” Tara noticed when she saw the mask in the bag. The detective looks confused at this. “It was kind of more beat up, like it was older.”

“Ah, I gotta ask, do you have alibis for earlier tonight?” Detective Bailey jumps into his next set of questions. So, one by one the three girls state where they were at.

“I was at a party with my friends,” says Tara.

“I was also at said party with our friends,” Amelie says next.

“I was at my therapists. I can give you his information, you can call to check if you want,” Sam says last. “And then I met these two at that party. Where I tased someone.”

Detective Bailey looks concerned. Interesting piece of information to tell the police, Amelie thinks, but at least she was being honest.

“Unrelated,” Sam quips, moving past it.

“Before or after this happened?” Bailey pulls his phone out to show the girls a video taken of Sam pushing the girl who threw a drink on her. Whoever took the video made it look like worse than it was, Sam was provoked, of course she was going to fight back.

“Before,” Sam looks away from the phone and speaks.

“Point is, we were with people all night,” Tara butts in.

After a brief moment of silence, something else seemed to peek Sam’s interest in this whole thing. “So, our roommates dad just happened to pull our case.”

“That had to be a crazy coincidence, right?” Detective Bailey peers back to Sam where he sees her nod. “The detective who had the case offered to give it to me because it involves Quinn, but I can totally give it back if you’re uncomfortable. Up to you.”

Sam looks beside her at Amelie who turns to Sam. She shrugs her shoulders in response, maybe it was better to have him on the case. They live with his daughter anyways, so they have to be safe, right? Sam shakes her head and lets the detective know it’s fine but she still looks suspicious.

“So, if the man who attacked you did steal your license and plant it next to the body, then that will probably be someone close to you,” The detective states as he begins his next round of questions. “How long have you known your friends?”

“Well, we moved here with Mindy and Chad for summer semester like six months ago. So, Quinn, Ethan, Anika is all,” Tara decides to speak up since Sam has done the majority of it their time here.

“Well, I think I can vouch for Quinn so that’s one less we have to worry about,” At that, Tara turns to look at Amelie beside her and they share a quick look. They trust Quinn, sure, but they he was quick to cover his daughter. “Do any of you have anyone who might want to target you?”

“Not anyone who’s still alive,” Amelie finally speaks up for the second time since entering the room.

His eyes widen before saying “Yikes.”

The door then opens, and an officer lets Bailey know that the FBI is here, and his jurisdiction is needed. As soon he steps out of the room all the girls let out a breath of air. Sam looks to Amelie who sits beside her, “You okay?”

It feels like everyone around her is asking if she’s okay so often recently. “Yeah, I just need to get out of these clothes”

“Don’t worry, we are getting the hell out of here now” Sam says out of relief as she stands up.

Soon enough the three girls are getting walked out by an officer before Sam looks into the room they are passing where Detective Bailey is and sees a face she recognizes “Kirby?”

“Hey, Sam,” Kirby looks up and sees Sam. Kirby gives Sam a hug and puts her hand on Tara and Amelie’s shoulder to acknowledge them. “You’ve grown, Amelie.”

“You’re the FBI?” Sam looks at Kirby quizzically, the last time she saw her she was a student in high school and was a part of the recent attacks by Ghostface. Amelie recognizes her briefly from all those years ago. That attack was the first time she ever saw Ghostface and was when it all began for her. She was only a child, and her dad did his absolute best to shield her from what was happening, but she remembers his fear of it coming back. She also recalls that Kirby was one of the last survivors from that attack.

“You know each other?” Detective Bailey asks when he sees the small reunion.

“Yeah, we went to Woodsboro high together. She was a senior when I was a freshman.”

“We share a certain history, yeah.”

Kirby then talks to the detective about her file on the case and offers to share. Amelie zones it out, she didn’t care that much, and she just wanted to leave. She was tired and none of them have had a blink of sleep all night from all the back-to-back action that these past 24 hours has packed in. Amelie starts to concentrate in on the conversation when she sees a new evidence bag placed in the detective’s hands, the mask left from the bodega.

“DNA traces to two individuals; Charlie Walker and Jill Roberts, both deceased,” The detective reads the writing on the bag out loud to the group of girls. Amelie looks at Kirby and she sees the distant glaze covering her eyes.

“Ghostface killers of 2011. Charlie Walker gave me this,” Kirby lifts her shirt up and shows her scar that rested on her side. “Like I said, I take a special interest. Was this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?”

“No,” Tara shakes her head at the question.

“So, he’s leaving them on purpose,” Detective Bailey gathers.

“Which means whoever is doing this is a student of the killers who came before. Maybe he believes Sam is the latest in a long line,” Kirby suggests, looking at Sam. Though Sam looks like she wants nothing to do with it.

“Yeah, goodluck with that. We’re getting out of town,” Sam grabs both Amelie’s and Tara’s shoulders as she turns them around to start walking out of the station. Their moves halt when Detective Bailey lets them know they can’t. “I’m sorry that’s not possible. You’re all persons of interest in a double homicide, so you’re not allowed to leave town, sorry.”

“He’s right, but if we work together-“ Kirby tries again, thinking that maybe if she offers to help Sam and the girls then it would will them to stay.

“We’re going,” Sam says pointedly. Her decision was already made, and Sam was not going to involve herself, and especially not Tara and Amelie, in a direct investigation to find out who the killer is this time. She has built up so much paranoia over the last year and clearly, it was worthy.

The girls push through the doors of the police station to be greeted by a swarm of people with microphones and cameras, all yelling out different questions for the girls to answer. Sam walks behind the girls and pushes at both their shoulders to shove past the people and ignore their questions. They were not going to get a word, nor a reaction from the three and Sam was going to make sure of it. As they manage to push through the crowd and walk towards their Taxi waiting for them on the side of the road, they hear a voice quip up. Gale.

“Gale Weathers, Channel four. Do you ladies think you’re the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the big apple?”

Amelie’s eyes widen when she sees Sam swing and Gale ducks. “Nice try sweetie, but I’ve done this dance before.”

Tara sees her opportunity and lands a punch on Gale. “Stay away from us.”

Sam grabs Amelie’s hand to keep her walking with them instead of turning back to go with Gale. She knows the woman means a lot to Amelie and vice versa, but she also knows that Gale is conniving and is trying to worm her way into the situation again.

“Are you really still mad at me?” Gale recovers quickly from the punch and chases after the girls. Guess after all that practice, she’s learned how to recover fast.

“You said you weren’t going to write a book about what happened, and then you wrote a book about what happened.” Sam says angrily to Gale.

“Oh, come on, somebody was gonna to write about it. That’s what I do,” Gale replies, trying to reason with the angry sister.

“I heard you couldn’t sell the movie rights,” Tara questions, looking at Gale with a curious, but sarcastic, look on her face.

“It’s-it’s all about true crime limited series these days,” Gale attempts to defend herself. Yeah, her attempt to have movie rights didn’t go as she planned but she was not about let the girls know it got to her.

“It-it's just that after everything we went through together, Gale, everything you and my dad went through-“ Amelie finally speaks up. She understands where the sister’s frustration was coming from, she felt it back when she first read the book. She was also incredibly tired and heavy from the blood on her clothes, making her all the more irritable. “-what would Dewey think?”

Gale stares at Amelie in shock and pain flashes across her eyes. She looks as if she just got stabbed, not expecting that from Amelie of all people. “That was a low blow.”

“So was your book. You called me unstable and born killer.” Sam spikes back to Gale. She really wishes she could have landed that punch on Gale because her frustration is peaking again.

“That was taken out of context.”

“That’s literally a quote.”

“You don’t think what you wrote has something to do with what is happening to us?” Tara asks Gale and shakes her head.

“Come on,” Sam says, and the three make their way to a taxi. Right before they began to step into the car, Gale called out which halted their movements.

“Hey, I talked to Sidney.”

“She’s not coming here, is she?” Sam asks with concern. She can’t have Sidney come back here and go through this all again for the sixth time. This was her battle, her fight.

“No, she sends her love but she’s taking Mark and the kids some place safe. She deserves to have her happy ending,” Gale responds which sends a wave of relief in the younger girls in front of Gale.

“Then that much we agree,” Sam says before she ushers Amelie into the taxi and her following.

“Wait! Mel!” Gale calls and Amelie looks at her from inside the taxi. Mel was a nickname given to Amelie by Gale and only she was reserved to call her that. When she was a really young girl and her dad married Gale, the older women cared for her like she was her own. This included giving her a nickname that only Gale called her, and Amelie cherished the name so much. “I tried calling you, earlier.”

“Yeah, I know,” she says, nodding her head. “I-I wanted to answer but-“

“-but I declined it for her,” Sam interrupts her. She was done talking to Gale and needed them to leave, now. Maybe she might get the chance to take that swing at Gale after all.

“Hey! I want to catch this fucker as much as you do,” Gales calls out one more time as Sam follows Amelie into the back of the taxi. With just Tara left to get in she finishes the conversation.

“Maybe. Or maybe you’re just afraid that without Ghostface in your life, you’re gonna fade away.”

Back at the apartment, Quinn received a text from her dad and let the group know that there was another Ghostface attack at the bodega and the three girls were there. She let the group know that they got taken to the station for questioning and should be on their way home soon. Amelie also sent Ethan a quick text letting him briefly know they had a run in with the killer and were on their way. She did promise to call him if they had any trouble and while she didn’t get the chance to do that, she figured a brief text would have to suffice for that. The rest of the friends stayed at their apartment, worried about the girls as they were out. After hearing from Quinn everything that happened, they decided to stay until they come back to make sure they were okay and because they wanted to show their support. Amelie, Tara, and Sam are their best friends, their family, and they will do what they need to make sure they are okay.

So, when the front door of the apartment opens and in walks three sweaty girls with one who also has blood covering her pants and some of her shirt, the friends rise from their seats and rushes to them.

Mindy gasps when she sees Amelie and rushes to her side. “Oh my god, Amie, are you okay?”

Ethan perks up even more after hearing Mindy and looks at Amelie. He sees the distant look in her eyes and heads to stand next to her as well. The group, with looks of concern, wait patiently for any one of the girls to start speaking so that’s what Sam does. She explains everything that happened from leaving the apartment down to getting into the taxi.

Amelie can feel the eyes on her, she does have blood stains on her covering her, so it is within reason, and she probably reeks of iron. “We were running out of the bodega, and I slipped on some guy’s blood and fell in it. It’s not mine, don’t worry.”

Mindy from beside her holds Amelie’s arm as she tries to take her shoes off, that also have blood covering them. Guess those will also have to go, she thinks. Amelie continues to speak as she kicks the shoes off her feet, “I just need to get these clothes off of me and take a shower.”

Ethan stares at the red stains on her and feels angry again. Though he is relieved that the blood is not hers, he knows that it could have been her blood and it could have been her body they were picking up onto a gurney and placing in a bag.

“Well, we’re glad you guys are okay,” Anika says as she walks with Amelie and Mindy to her room.

“Yeah, me too,” Amelie says with a grateful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She almost felt as if the blood was hers and she was stabbed all over again by the amount of attention she was getting from this. She was grateful her friends care so much, but it was almost too overwhelming. Mindy and Anika leave the room to let Amelie get changed and take a shower where she is left by herself and her thoughts. As she peels the first layer of her clothes off a knock comes from door, and she rolls her eyes. God, she just wants to be left alone after everything. She stalks to her door in only her tank top and pants now and opens the door to reveal Ethan who looks concerned.

“What’s up?” She stays at the entry and holds the doorknob.

“I’m sorry if I am bothering you, I just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Ethan says nervously. He looks down to see if she is still wearing the clothes and she is, just less than before. Her tank top has some blood stains which must have leaked through from the long sleeve she was previously wearing. Blush rises to his cheeks, realizing he just subtly checked her out before looking back into her eyes where she appears tired and sunken in, though there is a hint of amusement laced in her expression.

“I am doing okay, Ethan. I was just about to take a shower, anyways,” She replies and nudges her head to the bathroom across the hall from her room.

“Oh okay, yeah, I guess you should do that,” Ethan nods his head before his expression changes, and he furrows his eyebrows. “Wait-wait, not that you need to or anything, it’s just because you have blood on you and stuff and you probably just want to get clean from everything, sorry.”

Amelie manages to let out a chuckle and shakes her head at him. “I know what you meant, don’t worry.”

She looks at him and thinks about everything that has happened this past night. She has been wanting to be alone this whole time to just be able to lay down and clean up but maybe being with someone won’t be as bad tonight as she thought. Because as she looks at him now, she can see that he cares and that he wants to be there for her. All this time she has refused her feelings down for him because she was so scared of what may happen if she acted upon it. She has a pretty good feeling that he also likes her the same way she does him, maybe even more, so she makes up her mind. She is so tired of feeling scared all the time and if she’s going to be fearful, then it’s going to be something worth being scared about and not about some boy. Time seems to run too fast in her world and she has learned that the hard way.

“Uhm, would you want to, maybe, stay? For a bit? I-I will go get clean and stuff, but you can just chill here, and we can hang out after I’m done? If you’re not busy, of course,” Amelie looks at him nervously now as she proposes the idea to him. Please say yes and make me not look like a total fool.

“Yeah, of course.” Ethan looks shocked that she asked and nods his head rapidly. He clears his throat, "I would give you a hug, but uh, I am not too keen on swapping blood."

“I will be right back, then you can give me a hug. Free of blood transfers,” Amelie smiles and lets him into her room before exiting to the bathroom. Ethan takes a seat on her desk chair, not wanting to sit on her bed without his permission and smiles to himself. All the anger he felt earlier has evaporated from his body and nothing but excitement and joy has replaced it. Something about her asking him to stay with her just makes his tummy feel funny and makes him think that waiting all this time to let her get close to him was worth it. He knows that they have hung out along countless times before, but something about it feels different.

Ethan sends a quick text to Chad to just let him know that he was staying with Amelie for the next couple of hours, to which Chad replies with a finally man! Guess you did listen and make a move, get it roomie :) and then followed it with but pls take care of her though, she could probably use it.

Soon enough Amelie enters the room again with wet hair and clothed in some shorts and a large pyjama shirt. Ethan looks up quickly at the girl and puts the picture frame he had in his hand back on her desk.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t snooping or anything, it was just there,” Ethan says nervously as he looks at her anxiously. He recognized her dad, of course he did, he was one of the legacy survivors of the original Ghostface attacks. So, he looked at the photo to see her smile so wide, he didn’t know she had the capability of doing so. He wonders if he could have ever had the same relationship with his dad as she did with Dewey and he feels jealous, almost, that even with everything that was currently planned with his family, he would never get that same amount of love. Guilt also begins to eat away at his stomach as he thinks of his family’s plans, knowing that they are the same plans that took away the person she cared about the most. But he also knows how it feels to lose a family member. Though, the circumstances are very different, and while he seeks revenge, she looks for comfort. While anger is ridden in both the young adults, the two use it to their advantage in very different ways.

Amelie notices his panicky actions and walks towards him where she grabs his hands to pull him up from her desk chair and wraps her arounds around his torso, finally getting that hug. Ethan is quick to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. Amelie closes her eyes and places her head on his chest, listening to his heart and the silence of her room. Ethan smiles at her action and rests his cheek on the top of her head. They don't hug often, Amelie is not one to be very touchy with her friends, but any time that it has happened, it feels so nice. Her height was perfect to place directly on his chest, near his neck and his large frame was so comforting as it wraps around her. The two feel so content being engulfed in each others presence. Not only did Amelie need this hug after everything that has happened over the past night, but hugging Ethan just felt so normal.

Although Amelie nor Ethan want to pull away, Amelie does so she can finally put some ointment on her throbbing palms. She picks the frame back up from the desk and then heads to sit on the edge of her bed. Looking back at her was an old photo of her dad and her. She remembers the day the photo was taken; it was a couple of months before the attacks last year when they went to go visit Sidney for the weekend. She had to practically force him to snap the photo with her, but she was glad she did. He smiles down at her while she stares at the camera with a smile almost as bright as the sun. Amelie smiles now as she looks at the photo and traces her finger along the side of the frame.

Ethan makes his way to her and takes a seat on the side of the bed with her. It felt so wrong to be messing with her like this, but he had to keep it up. “That’s your dad, right?”

“Yeah,” Ethan watches her nod and his heart seizes when he sees the pain in her eyes. “He was the best.”

Amelie reaches over by her bedside table and places the photo down on it before picking up a small tube of cream. She needed to stop looking at the picture for too long or else tonight would become another one of the countless nights where she would sob as she held something of her dads to sleep. Ethan can tell that she probably wanted to continue talking about her dad but still found it difficult to.

Amelie opens up the ointment and begins to attempt to put some cream on her palms to help prevent an infection from all the cuts the glass caused and winces. She sees Ethan staring at her hands out of the corner fo her eye. “We had to crawl and there was shattered glass everywhere. Some of it just cut through my hand. Not bad enough for stitches, thankfully.”

Ethan listens to her and pictures her at the bodega, scared with blood on her hands. He hates that, although he didn’t do it himself, he is part of the reason that it happened. He glances down again at her hands, raw and cut, “I can help if you want. It may be a bit easier for you if you’re not doing it.”

Amelie looks at him and passes over the cream. She faces her palms up and pushes them closer to him.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Ethan mutters as he begins to lightly spread of the ointment over her palm. Even though her palms are cut, her hands are soft, and he wishes he could hold them all day long. This was the closest he has ever been to her and he is shitting himself. He can feel the heat of her body and smell the scent of her conditioner, itching to get closer but he knows he should just focus on getting her hands all cleaned up.

“You couldn’t,” Amelie all but whispers bravely as she looks up at him through her eyelashes. He was so pretty, and she was really realizing it now in this moment. His brown eyes so soft and lips so full. His curly hair looks so soft, Amelie almost wants to touch it and wrap a curl around her finger. The pad of his finger runs over one of the deeper cuts and she winces, then chuckles, “Maybe you could.”

Ethan looks up at her finally and gives her a smile. She is so close to him that all he had to do was lean forward and their lips could be attached. He briefly closes his eyes to rid himself of his thoughts, so he doesn’t get ahead of himself and re-opens then. He licks his lips before whispering, “Tell me about your dad.”

She looks at him with furrowed eyebrows. Whatever she was thinking that he was going to say next, that was not it. But, although she was a little shocked he wanted her to talk about her dead dad and that he was so willing to listen, she also wouldn’t pass up a chance to talk so greatly about him. “Uh, well, he was a cop for a long time before he decided to retire just before he died.

He had a sister, my aunt Tatum, who I never got to meet, but he always talked about her so highly and I could tell that he loved her a lot. Which is where i got my middle name; Amelie Tatum Riley. I only ever lived with him and rarely saw my mom because she was apparently always too busy, but I think my dad just said that so it would hurt my feelings a little less. He also was my best friend, and I would talk to him about everything. He would teach me how to defend myself since I was little, in case I ever needed to, which I guess came in handy, huh? But he would also tell me after every session or lesson that I shouldn’t need to worry too much about using my skills because he would be there to protect me from harm no matter where he was.”

Ethan looks at her intently as he also switches hands to start applying the cream onto her other palm. She has a faint smile lingering on her lips as she talks about Dewey and Ethan can’t help but be captivated by her as she speaks so fondly about the man that raised her.

“He would always show up to any recital or performance I had as a child because he swore he was always my number one fan. And at least once a week he would try to find time so we could go out to eat at this dinner back in Woodsboro,” Amelie takes a pause and lets out a breathy laugh. “He was also still into Gale, one hundred percent but he just would never admit it to me. I am sure he knew that I knew, though. I think that sometimes he wishes that he could have ended up with Gale and that she was my mom, but he didn’t really like to talk about it too much.”

Ethan finishes up and closes the tube of cream before handing it back to Amelie. Amelie takes one more pause from her speech about her father before finishing up, deciding to end it soon or she may feel inclined to start crying and she was absolutely not going to be doing that in front of Ethan. “He was just the best dad, and I wish I could have had more time with him.”

“He sounds like an amazing father. You were really lucky,” Ethan smiles at her, but that bitter feeling arises again. She did have a great dad and he would give just about anything to experience that same fatherly love she did with his own dad, but he guesses that he is, just in a completely different way. “And I’m sorry for, you know, your loss.”

“Yeah, he was,” She nods as she looks down at her now ointment treated hands. “And thank you. For asking me and listening and-” she holds her hands up briefly “-for this.”

She smiles in appreciation and puts the cream down on her side table. As she reaches over, her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back where her scar becomes visible to Ethan’s eye. Almost as if she can feel the tissue exposed, she takes her hair and places it back over her shoulder, ashamed of the mark.

She leans back over from her side table and sits back a bit further onto her bed to lean against the wall. Ethan scoots back towards her but doesn’t lean up against the wall just yet. Instead, he decides to fuck it and brushes her hair from off her shoulder to expose the scar once more. Maybe it was sick and twisted that he wanted to see it, see what his dead brother’s girlfriend did to her but he had to take a look. So, he did, and she let him.

Her breathe hitched in her throat as his fingers delicately traced over the line just above her collarbone, on the base of her neck. If she was going to let him in, then she might as well keep breaking more of her boundaries tonight.

“I got it last year from the last Ghostface attacks,” She whispers and looks straight ahead at her at the picture collage wall. One’s of her and her current roommates, some with Chad and Mindy, Wes, and the very few with Liv. Some with her dad and other group photos where she cut Amber’s figure out of them.

“Yeah, I-I figured,” Ethan whispers back. Although he obviously knew where she got it from, he played it off as just knowing from hearing it around. He feels sick again thinking about the fact that she got hurt from all of this and he vows to make sure she doesn’t get hurt the same way again, not on purpose or by the hands of his family.

“I also have a couple more but this-“ She gestures to her neck “-is the most visible, obviously.”

Ethan continues to trace the mark back and forth before looking at Amelie’s face to see how she is reacting. He is so screwed, and his dad is going to kill him for getting so invested in a girl, Dewey’s daughter nonetheless, but he just can’t help it. He knows how easily it would be for him to wrap his hands around her neck and kill her, one less person to get rid of for his dad and brother but he can’t do it and he just won’t. He feels the urge to protect her and wants to keep her safe from this whole plan, safe from getting hurt again.

Amelie looks at Ethan, feeling his eyes on her and they stare at one another. Ethan feels his heart leap and is wondering if this is what it’s like to actually be with someone you like. He has never been this close to a girl before so he’s wondering if the nerves is from his lack of experience or because he is finally getting his moment with the girl he has been crushing on for months now.

“Amelie-” Ethan pauses his movement on her scar and says her name.

“Amie,” Amelie cuts him off. “You can call me Amie. You always call me Amelie, but you can call me Amie.”

“Alright, Amie,” Ethan smiles and lets out a laugh. "I don't really know why, I guess everyone just calls you Amie, huh?"

Amelie smiles as he continues to move his fingers so delicately across the pink tissue. "You know...

I don't think you have to be so scared about hiding it so much. It's beautiful, in a way. You're a survivor."

"I just, I don't know..." Amelie pauses and swallows. She can feel her stomach turn inside out and she is almost tempted to tell him to stop so she can ensure she wouldn't throw up. And the way Ethan is touching her so gently, and looking at her so soft, she just might. "...am ashamed of it. It's gross, and people just stare when they see it. Especially when they know who was the one that did it to me."

"Well, people are stupid," Ethan smiles at her. The tension building between the two makes him want to scream out, tell her how beautiful she is, and kiss her face. But, he has never done that before and there is always this impending fear that she will never see him in that light. "And a scar means shit. People don't know a thing, but you do."

"And not that my word really matters, but uh," Ethan continues on and swallows any of his nerves. So very uncharacteristic of him, he tilts his head and leans towards her neck, delicately placing a small kiss on the scar. "It is nothing to be ashamed of, you're beautiful."

Amelie's heart picks up and she is surprised that Ethan can't hear it pound out of her chest. She almost can't breathe, the tension is too unbearable, and she just wants him to lift his head so he can kiss her instead.

In the back of her mind, she can hear screaming voice call to her, telling her to be careful and maybe not trust Ethan so easily, the same voice she heard back at the party with Dean. He seems to be too gentle with her to be a killer in disguise. Then again, so was Richie and Billy and Stu and Charlie. But it feels so right being here this close to him, feels so good to be held by his soft hands. Being this close to Ethan is exactly what she was picturing in her head when her lips were attached to Dean's, and now it is almost happening. So, once again, she decides to screw what her head is screaming at her and leans in closer to Ethan, giving him the hint to lift his head from her scar. He takes it and raises his head, now unbelievably close to the girls face. He can smell her coconut conditioner and the mint from her toothpaste, and is craving to taste her.

"You're not with that guy, right?" Ethan whispers, his breathe hitting Amelie's face and its intoxicating. "The one from the party."

Amelie looks in his eyes, her lids are heavy and vision glazed. She shakes her head lightly, "no."

"You know..." Amelie licks her bottom lip, it catching Ethan's eye and his breathe hilts in his throat.

"I was thinking of you when I was with him."

Ethan nearly lets out a groan. She was trying to kill him, he was sure of it.

Ethan brings one hand up, brushing a piece of fallen hair behind her ear and rests his hand there. Hearing those words did something to him, and he knew he needed to feel her lips on his this very moment. Knowing that she felt the same way as him made him more than relieved, especially knowing that he was on her mind when she had her lips on another boy. A small smirk raises on his lips. "Good."

She knows she should listen to the voice and be weary, fear who Ethan might be but in this moment she doesn’t care. So, she looks in his eyes one more time to see if there lays any hesitation or discomfort, and when she finds nothing but want and adoration, she leans in and finally lets their lips touch.

Ethan can feel how soft her lips are and never wants to pull away. He has been craving this since he first laid eyes on her, and now it is finally happening. He lets out a sigh of relief, his hand on her hip tightening to restrain the urge and desire in his body. Their lips together, touching one another felt so right, and they wonder why they haven't done that sooner. Their kiss lasts for all of three seconds before Amelie's door cracks open.

“Hey Amie, I brought you some tea-“ Quinn opens her bedroom door and begins before her eyes widen at the sight of the two teens in front of her. Amelie and Ethan jump apart at the sound of the redhead’s voice and Amelie scoots up the edge of her bed and away from the wall she was leaning on. She clears her throat and looks at Quinn with stern eyes before running her hands across her face. “I am so sorry, I-I didn’t know anyone else was here with you, Amie.”

“No, it-it’s okay, Quinn. Maybe knock next time, yeah? I don’t know just an idea,” Amelie shrugs and says sarcastically before standing up and making her way to stand in front of Quinn. The older girl looks at Amelie and mouths an I’m so sorry while handing her the cup of tea in her hand. Amelie looks back and sees Ethan stand up from her bed and pull down at the hem of his shirt.

“That is the second roommate I have done that to within the last day, I am such a cockblock. I’m so sorry,” Quinn says shaking her head as she takes the handle of the door and begins to back out of the room. “I made you the tea to, you know, maybe make you feel better after everything. I-sorry, I’m just gonna-“

Quinn points to behind her where she will be making her exit. As Amelie goes to place the cup of tea on her bedside table beside the ointment and picture frame, Quinn sneaks a glare at her brother and shakes her head, quick enough for Amelie not to see but for Ethan to catch. His heart jumps in his throat but he swallows it back down as he glares back at her. He knows she will be having a word with him about all of his later and that his dad will find out and he is screwed, once again. But fuck, it practically happened, and he has never felt so alive then he was in that moment. He had pictured the moment he could kiss Amelie for so long and it just happened, until it didn’t. So, Amelie turns to look at him and smiles sheepishly while Ethan looks at her and bites his lip to contain his smile. Ethan stays with her for the next couple of hours where he lays with her in her bed as she attempts get some rest. And though he held her as she slept, that almost kiss is the closest exchange the two have for the rest of the night. Because although their moment got interrupted, it was there. And as much as the two would like to go back in time and continue what almost happened, they at least both knew that their feelings were reciprocated and their hearts beat, almost at the same time.

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a/n: unedited as usual. jealousy trope

***

Cassian has been pacing the length of the entire apartment for the last hour, unable to sit still while Nesta is out on her first date in months.

It’d be one thing if she was on a date with someone who actually deserved her, someone who worshiped at her feet and ate up every word that came out of her beautiful mouth. Cassian would still be tortured, no doubt, but he’d at least find some relief in the knowledge that Nesta was being treated well. But to go out with Daniel Morano, the asshole from her office who constantly puts her down, uses her as his personal assistant, and has made her break down in tears after a work day more than once— Cassian is nearly climbing the walls with his pent-up frustration and desperation.

Did she learn nothing from all those years ago? What was the point of running away and cutting off all contact with Cassian, her sisters, and their friends all that time ago if she was only going to throw herself into a similar relationship years later?

He’s about to call it a night and resign himself to his bedroom when the sound of voices floats into the apartment from the hallway outside the front door, one low and feminine and the other belonging to a man.

Even as a distant muffled noise, Cassian recognizes Nesta’s voice. He crosses the living room in long steps until he’s at the small entry area, not believing his ears. It’s only been an hour, far too soon to go on a date and return.

“I’ll see you another time, then?” Nesta’s voice comes through the door, and it isn’t the Nesta who reads aloud from her books to him or cackles loudly on the phone with her friends. She’s Ice Queen Nesta, and Cassian can practically hear the fake tip of her long nail scrape down the front of her date’s tie in a move meant to seduce. Admiration surges in the same rush as jealousy as he listens to them flirt briefly out in the hall. Seconds later, Nesta is wishing the other prick a good night and shoving her way into the apartment.

Only to run straight into Cassian, who is still standing way too close to the door. “What’re you doing here?” She stares up at him past false lashes and shimmery eyelids.

Cassian ignores her question and says, “He bothered to walk you up this time, did he?” It pissed him off earlier when Daniel hadn’t even come upstairs to pick Nesta up, making her walk alone to his car instead.

Nesta rolls her eyes and shoves past Cassian, who hasn’t moved an inch from where he stands by the door. “Only because he thought I might bring him inside for sex. Not that I see how it’s your business.”

Cassian turns on his heel to find Nesta yanking off her shoes—kitten heels so she wouldn’t have looked taller than Daniel, probably—and shimmying out of her sheer tights.

He ignores the sight of her bare legs and states, “I don’t like him.”

Nesta straightens with her tights bundled in a hand. Her glacier-colored eyes harden on him. “Again, I don’t see how it’s any of your business.”

Cassian works his jaw in frustration, carefully picking his next words, knowing he’ll be in hot water if he oversteps his boundaries. “I just…What are you doing home so early?” he redirects so he doesn’t have to put his foot in his mouth.

“I told him I got assigned important casework at the last minute.” Nesta flings her tights to the side and pads to the kitchen. Cassian makes a note to pick them up later and follows after her. “But you didn’t?” he pushes.

“No.” She yanks the fridge open and starts rifling through it. “Do we still have those quesadillas from lunch? I barely got to touch the appetizers at the restaurant before I decided to leave.”

“We’re out.” He reaches over her shoulder and gently pushes the door shut, forcing Nesta to straighten up and turn around to face him. Wedged between the fridge and Cassian’s hard chest, with a healthy amount of space for all the issues between them, Nesta pins an irritated glare onto him.

“I’ll make you more if I hear why you left early,” he murmurs. It’s a reasonable concern to have about his roommate, he thinks. Her reason for abandoning her date could be anything from getting her period to Morano being a grade-A asshole. Cassian’s pretty sure he already knows the answer, but he needs to hear the details to make sure Nesta wasn’t hurt by anything that man had done or said.

“Or I could just pick up the phone and order a pizza.” Nesta flicks his chest with a sharp nail.

“You like my food more,” he reasons.

She gives in pretty easily this time. It’s been taking less and less work to get Nesta to open up to him lately, like it’s no longer the fight of keeping things to herself. “It was just a bad date,” she confesses, rolling her eyes and ducking out from Cassian’s shadow. She hops her pert ass up onto the kitchen island and rummages around in the fruit bowl as she talks. “He’s kind of an ass, so I wasn’t expecting an amazing time or anything, but my tolerance for his personality must’ve been lower than usual tonight. My pussy dried up like the Red Sea, even though I was really hoping for a lay. So I made up a lie and now I’m here.” She finds a plum she likes and bites into it. “I still need to reschedule with him, though.”

“Once again, I don’t like him,” Cassian reiterates.

“You don’t even know him. He’s not that bad.” Juice dribbles down Nesta’s chin, and he briefly imagines what it’d be like to go over to her and lick the trail away.

And also imagines the swift slap he’d receive right afterward.

“I know what you’ve told me of him,” he tries to argue.

“Make me dinner,” she snaps.

But Cassian isn’t done talking, even as he moves toward the fridge. “Do you want the full list why?” he says as he pulls out ingredients and lines them up beside the stove. “He’s only nice to you when he needs something from you. He treats you like his personal assistant, even though you started working there only a few months after him.”

“I don’t need to hear this.” Cassian turns around to find that Nesta’s jumped off the island and is walking away from him, toward the kitchen exit.

“He’s verbally abusive,” Cassian calls after her, “and he made you cry only a week ago.” Dismissive, needlessly cruel, selfish—Cassian can’t be the only one who thinks Morano’s just a white male Amren.

“Oh, shove it, Cassian.” She spins around to face him. Her voice is dangerously icy when she says, “Need I remind you that we are not anywhere near close enough for you to be giving your unwarranted opinions on my relationships.”

“Fuck close,” he seethes, taking a step forward. “Why does it have to be him?” he pleads, needing to know the answer. “Why force yourself to be with someone who obviously couldn’t give less of a shit about you? You’re Nesta, there are men everywhere who’d be tripping over themselves to treat you the way you deserve!”

“Because you ruined men for me,” she bursts out, her voice the most emotional it’s been around him in all the time he’s lived here. “There, okay? You fucked up my idea of love and romance so bad that I can’t tell a red flag apart from a perfectly normal interaction, and every time I go on a date, I have to wonder whether I’m overreacting or if the guy in front of me is actually a huge piece of shit because he said the smallest offhanded thing. So yeah, I don’t feel comfortable around Daniel, but at the same time, I don’t feel comfortable around anybody! At least he’s obvious about the fact that he uses me. At least years down the line, I won’t have to look back at my relationship with him and feel blindsided by how toxic it is. At least I’ll never have to worry about him manipulating me, because he’s too stupid to bother with it. You can see why I’d prefer him over an actual decent guy, can’t you?”

Cassian stares at Nesta like he just saw his parents’ rotting corpses crawl straight out of their graves, his skin clammy and chest heaving with shaky breaths. Blinking hard to rid himself of the chaos in his head, he makes himself focus on Nesta’s current problem. That’s the only problem he knows how to solve right now, because she might never forgive him if he tries to dig into their past and fix that, too.

“You forgot something, Nesta,” he says.

She blinks, her face still red with emotion. “What?”

He takes a step toward her. “You can’t get it up for a man that doesn’t care for you. In fact, it might be your biggest turn-off yet.” Cassian takes credit for that too, though not with a single bit of pride. At her responding noise of confusion, he takes another step closer. “You. Can’t. Fuck. Him.”

Nesta lifts that beautiful chin in defiance, her cool attitude already returning despite the outburst she just had. “I’ll just find someone who cares for me, then.”

Normally, it wouldn’t be too hard for a woman like Nesta. Cassian bets he could go outside right this moment and find someone just as enthralled with her as he is—and just as undeserving of her. But he knows her self-doubt will make things unnecessarily difficult for her. “That might take you a while,” he says in a low voice. “Considering what you just told me, that is.”

Her nostrils flare in challenge. “You don’t think I can do it?”

“Oh, I know you’ll do it. Just maybe not by tonight, which is when you wanted your needs sated by.”

She rolls her icy eyes like this is already a well-established fact. “Obviously it’ll be me and the vibrator tonight.”

A moment of silence passes before Cassian says in a quiet voice, “Or you can have me.”

***

For a good several moments, Nesta thinks she hasn’t heard him right. “What?”

“Until you find someone who does it for you, I’m right here, and I check all your boxes,” he says in a way that is way more enticing and seductive than it deserves to be.

Nesta is shocked still, taken aback by so many emotions she can hardly pause long enough to describe them all: anger, indignation, disbelief at his audacity, and beneath it all—temptation. She shoves that last part away and focuses on the rest. “Have you forgotten that you’re the reason I have boxes in the first place?” she sputters.

“I know,” he says, too calm for Nesta’s liking. “But you won’t take my apologies, will you?”

“It’s too late for them.”

“You won’t forgive me, either.”

“No chance.”

He nods, seeming disappointed by her first answer yet relieved by her second. “Good. Then at least take this from me. It’s the least I can give. You know I care about you. You know I can make it good.”

Her eyes turn dangerous. “If this is your fucked up way of telling me you still have feelings for me, then we’re going to have way more problems than just me wanting sex.” Because if he’s trying to confess to her right now, she swears to every being in the heavens that she’ll kick his ass out of this apartment before he can finish saying I love you.

Cassian rolls his eyes at her accusation, waving it off like the absurdity it should be. “How many times do I have to tell you it’s not like that? I care for you as a friend. I feel like that would have been obvious by now. And as a friend, I want you to stop hurting yourself by seeking out shitty men—”

“But you admit you’re physically attracted to me?” she cuts him off mid-sentence. She doesn’t know whether to feel betrayed or… something else. She really thought she’d finally found a male friend who didn’t only hang around because he wanted to fuck her one day. Once again, she was wrong.

Cassian shakes his head, sending her a look torn between pity and vague amusement. “As much as you might hate to hear it, a dead man could get it up for you, Nesta. Please don’t overthink it. My only question is whether you’re capable of being attracted to me.”

Nesta bites the inside of her cheek, hard. She must be the worst hypocrite in the world, because a single day hasn’t gone by when she hasn’t been attracted to him at least a little bit. Even at his absolute worst, she wanted him at minimum on a physical level. It’s partly why she was so jealous of his relationships with Mor and Feyre. Men who look like Cassian are always going to be desired to some extent, even if it’s a desire buried deep, deep, down and locked away in a file marked Open only in case of apocalyptic disaster. It’s also partly why leaving him was so damn difficult in the first place.

“I should kick you out for even suggesting this,” she seethes.

“Probably, yeah. But my offer stands.” He watches her with far too earnest hazel eyes, waiting for her answer.

Nesta inhales a deep breath, but it still feels like she’s at the top of a mountain. “If we do this,” she says slowly, clearly, “it’ll be on my terms. I’ll decide when, where, and how. And it certainly won’t be tonight.” If ever, but she leaves that door open.

Cassian’s features are carefully controlled, but his eyes might as well light up like a Christmas tree. He’s relieved that she won’t be sleeping with Daniel or others like him anytime soon, and she knows it’s not just because of some misplaced possessive jealousy. He sincerely hates the thought of her giving the time of day to someone who would bully and use her.

Nesta remembers something Gwyn told her when she visited the apartment not too long after Cassian moved in.

“Not only do I hate him, but it makes me sick to my damn stomach watching him look at you like that.” Gwyn pressed a hand to her tummy as if it actually hurt.

“Like what?” Nesta frowned. Had Cassian been leering at her without her noticing? She still found it awkward to make eye contact or talk to him for too long, so she wouldn’t know if he’d been staring lecherously or not.

“Like a twelve-year-old schoolgirl. All that blushing and giggling. Ugh, if he’d started twirling his hair with cartoon hearts in his eyes, I would have hurled my dinner all over him. Promise me you won’t let that man date you, Nesta.”

Nesta was taken aback by Gwyn’s nonsensical assessment of Cassian, highly doubting it was as extreme as she’d made it sound. “I don’t need to promise,” Nesta assured her. “We already have an agreement not to bond more than necessary. His ass and belongings are out the door if he even thinks about trying something.”

The agreement still stands, though the line in the sand between them may have been redrawn. The second she thinks he’s falling for her, she’s kicking him out.

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WIP Intro: Names in Their Blood

Title: Names in Their Blood

Format: Novel

Series: Second Sentinels. This is book 2 in the series. Book 1 is currently free as an ebook, or for actual money in paper or audiobook.

Genre: Near future scifi/ low neon cyberpunk/ superheroes/ small town mystery/ little bit Midwest gothic?/ YA into NA. Trust me it all works together I swear.

Status: Release date set! July 4th, 2024!

Themes: Disability, bodily autonomy, identity, queerness, ethics

Tropes: Missing people, secret identities, found family, meetcute, meetugly, the monster within, dodgy government body, reunions

Synopsis Four queer teens on the fringes of the superheroing world head to a small town in Minnesota for what’s supposed to be a month off. Officially, they’re there for some stressful family reunions and to use the only full hospital for genetically altered people in the US. But, when they realize that the government beuro that gives the Sentinels their missions has been hiding the disappearances of missing alterds for years, it sets them in the path of a mission that has them questioning who they can trust.

Meet the characters under the cut, and/or leave any kind of comment to be tagged in future posts about this project!

Characters

(Age 18)

Opal hadn’t realized when she came to Chicago to join the Sentinels that she’d be joining an extremely complicated family. She certainty didn’t plan to start dating the former team leader’s fierce but fragile daughter. But how can she feel like she belongs here when she can’t pick a superhero name, every effort she makes to reform the corruption in superheroing blows up in her face, her superiors are mad at her, and her girlfreind is holding resentments Opal doesn’t understand? At least she finally gets to stay in a fancy, romantic Victorian manor house.

(Age 18)

As the non-superpowered oldest child of legendary hero LodeStar and medical technologies magnate Dr Melissa Tillman, Issac’s born the brunt of much of the worst of growing up embroiled in the world of superheroes. That’s included kidnapping, threats of torture, and losses he doesn’t know how to cope with. Now, he’s trying to set aside his resentment and focus on being a good adoptive dad to the world’s first feeling, sentient AI. But it’s hard to prove you deserve custody of such a powerful kid when you’re struggling to cope with a new disability and you technically have a felony hanging over your head for developing illegal brain-altering nanites.

(Age 17)

The middle child in Sentinel Plaza, xe may call a different superhero xyr father, but has always considered Issac and Jamie xyr siblings. Now that xe knows that some survivors of the genetic-engineering cultist that built xyr father’s first family are still alive, xe has to contend with the fears, connections, and obligations xe’s inherited. The worst injury of xyr life so far, and a growing fear that xe's a danger to the people around xyr isn’t making competing loyalties any easier to deal with.

(Age 17)

After years of very temporary fostercare placements it’s almost a relief to live full time in Coldwater Clinic Hospital, where nobody is paying that much attention to her anymore. When she met a retired superhero, and they saved each other, she counted herself lucky. But now that heroes old family are in town, with very mixed feelings about the new teenager in their lost family members life. Between the 7ft superhero trainee giving her palpitations and the potentially evil scientist suddenly hanging around her defacto home, her secrets- and her heart- might be in danger.

(Age 17)

Now that she’s no longer the youngest in the family thanks to her AI nibbling, Jamie wants to let go of her bitterness for all the ways she’s been left behind, and think about her future. It’s nobodies fault that she didn’t inherit her dad’s superpowers, even if she did get his temperament, and she knows that while Opal may appreciate her acerbic sense of humor, bitternes isn’t going to help her keep the girlfriend she doesn’t really think she deserves. When she gets an offer that would put dreams she gave up long ago within her reach, she has to choose. Will she follow in the other Sentinel's footsteps- all the way to her own self-destruction?

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darkhighness · 6 months

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Good Omentober Day 22 - Horns

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Crawly faces an old friend and afterwards seeks the comfort of his Angel.

Timeline isn’t entirely canon-compliant.

As Crawly sat in front of Lucifer, feeling like some small child, they couldn’t help but stare at the leader, trying to find the face of a former friend who had been destroyed by the war. Instead of the soft angelic features they’d come to know, there was a horned beast in front of them, promising to rain hell on a domain that used to be home.

“Crawly, you’re not really demonic, are you? Hardly scary. Have you considered a change of corporation?” Lucifer growled, the low guttural sound hardly welcoming.

“I prefer to work in the shadows, anyone. I don’t think it’s matters what I look like,” Crowley bit back, watching the surprise cross Lucifer’s face.

“I don’t know who you think you are, Crawly. You have no power here.”

Crawly smirked slightly, raising an eyebrow, “And you do? How many of these demon’s listen to you anyway?”

“I prefer to let the Princes handle it.” Lucifer groaned in frustration.

Crawly hummed in faux understanding before continuing to drive the blade in further, “ Ah yes, the Dukes. We always listen to the Princes, don’t we Lucy?”

“Don’t call me that.” He snarled, his eyes narrowing at the spiteful demon, “You best be careful, Crawly. I can destroy you.”

They let out a huff, “If you could Lucy, you would’ve a long time ago. I know you never liked me. You think I didn’t notice what you used to say about me? We mightn’t be angels anymore but you’re still my brother.”

Lucifer’s face darkened, “You’re nothing to me, Crawly. I never wanted you here. Neither side wanted you.”

“Well what if I’m my own side then?” They asked cautiously. A life without having to run around doing little temptations sounded quite nice, actually. They could just live in the world his mother had created.

“You don’t have a side. You could run off on your own and you still wouldn’t belong,” Lucifer warned.

It was now Crawly’s turn to be wounded. They weren’t saying anything that they hadn't already thought but from their brother it felt like a silver dagger through the heart of a vampiric soul. There was good and there was evil, nothing else. No middle ground, no shades of grey. You were either good or bad.

Even if Crawly didn’t think they were either. They were just Crawly. Most truthfully, they were just an Angel who asked too many questions.

“I suppose you’re right,” Crawly sighed, standing up and preparing to leave.

“Aw, leaving already, Caphriel?”

Crawly’s head whipped around the glare into the eyes of Lucifer, their top lip quivering and their snake-like tongue flicking anxiously against the back of his teeth before he burst, “Get her name out of your mouth!”

Crawly leapt into their snake form and moved to strike Lucifer who was quick to evade.

“She doesn’t deserve this,” they huffed, their sudden rage subduing.

“You say that like she’s dead,” Lucifer noted.

“She is,” they hissed, feeling their heart ache in the absence of the person they used to be, “Hell killed her.”

“You’re weak, Crawly.”

They just nodded before leaving the makeshift meeting room, making their way to one of the exits from Hell. They didn’t know where they were going, they just knew that they couldn’t let any demon see them this weak.

It has been centuries but in all that time, Crawly hadn’t properly mourned their past life. Somewhere deep down they wanted to believe that she still lived in them, holed up in some far chamber of their heart.

Each day that passed, Crawly felt themselves growing further and further away from what Caphriel meant. Being good meant being punished by Hell but but evil was punishing themselves.

Who knew that that little starmaker would’ve gotten into this kind of mess?

As their feet returned to the soil of their mother’s Earth, the took a moment to memorise the feeling on the sun on their skin. Hell was dark and miserable. Nothing like the light of up here.

They sat on the scorched ground, letting the emotions course through their body. Crawly’s only options were to feel nothing or everything. Right now, it was time for everything.

They remembered the Fall and remembered their first few years in Hell. They remembered going to earth for the first time and meeting an Angel who became an unlikely ally. They remembered meeting said Angel many times since then.

Two beings who should’ve been two ships passing in the night were inextricably linked, doomed to keep meeting up. Distance wasn’t an issue. It was ineffable.

That’s why it wasn’t surprising when they heard the gentle beat of wings beside him before the noise stopped and the Angel sat beside them.

“What are you doing out here, Crawly?”

They gave a shrug, their eyes still unopened, “Could ask you the same, Angel.”

“Blessing in a nearby camp.”

Crawly hummed before reaching towards Aziraphale, feeling for his hand. They’d never asked if this was okay, they hoped it was. Holding onto Aziraphale felt like holding onto part of Heaven.

Though Crawly couldn’t see, Aziraphale’s face sprung until a pinkish blush and a small smile rested gracefully on his gestures.

“You know, Crawly, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Aziraphale started gently, “All these people think demons are these horned beasts with red eyes. You wouldn’t know anything about that?”

Crawly let out a low laugh before sitting up, finally opening their eyes to look at the unlikely friend, “I may have said something to that effect.”

The Angel let out a long sigh, his hand easing into the grip of Crawly’s, “I’m quite glad you aren’t. A horny serpent would be quite the sight.”

“A horny serpent, you say?”

#good omens #crowley #good omens 2 #good omentober #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale x crowley

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konigenblobbity · 10 months

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Paranormal Encounters [Part 2]

König x Poltergeist!OC

Warnings: Fluff, gaslighting, concerned Ghost, cuddling, slow burn multipart series

Summary: A few months have passed since Katya and König first met. The tension between them gone by now, and König can’t help but become more curious about who she is… well was. Just as it gets interesting, someone intrudes on their privacy.

A/n: For the sake of this story, König stays at the same base as the 141 team.

It’s been a few months now since Katya revealed herself to König. At the beginning it was tense between the two of them, he still had to get used to the idea that he doesn’t know where she was at any given time in his room. Feeling uncomfortable most days knowing his privacy was no longer his own.

When Katya did reveal herself, she would often scare König getting him to grab at his combat knife. Each time she’d apologize while he just sighed, putting the knife away.

Due to the amount of times this happened, König summoned her out one day to make a set of rules for the two of them.

Katya was sat on König’s bed, as he stood in front of her holding a piece of paper. He held a pen in the other. “If I’m going to allow you live- well… reside here. I made a set of rules you need to follow” she chuckled at the change of word choice but nodded. He then began to read from the contract.

“Rule 1: you will not steal any of my belongings, if you want to borrow one you need to ask first. Rule 2: when you are in the room, while I’m here, you have to be visible. Rule 3: if you take a nap on my bed, just make it again afterwards. Rule 4: Do NOT scare me ever. Intentionally. Rule 5: you cannot be anywhere near me during training or missions”

Once he was done he looked at her, she couldn’t help but giggle as she furrowed her brows teasingly. “I shouldn’t scare you? What, do you frighten easily or something?” He couldn’t help the blush that dusted his cheeks, of course she couldn’t see it due to his balaclava but he looked away nonetheless.

He cleared his throat. “Nevermind that. J-just sign it” he handed her the paper and pen, she took it with a smile, signing it before handing it back to him. Her hand grazed his and a shiver went through him at the coldest of her touch. “Good” he was curt before walking off and putting the contract away in a drawer.

Now, the two of them found a comfortable rhythm. She was no longer scaring him when she appeared and he has slowly opened up to her, greeting her when he sees her. They would even sometimes sit on the bed together talking about their day, König telling her about his missions.

It became a daily routine, he’d come back to find Katya on the bed, relaxing, or napping, or reading a book. They would then get comfortable, maybe enjoy a coffee together if König grabbed them from the common area, and just talk.

“I’m glad that it went well König” Katya smiles as she sips from her cup. König nods his head before randomly asking “How did you die?” Looking her in the eyes, compelling unwavering. She clears her throat and puts down the cup.

“U-uh well… I died on a mission” she says shrugging her shoulders. Those words immediately peaked his interest, he shifted so he was facing her directly, now invested in her story. “You… you used to be a soldier?” She shook her head and corrected him. “Lieutenant actually”

“Really?” She merely nods at his question. “Wow. What have you been doing these last 3 years then? Were you just… alone?” at this question Katya pauses for a moment. Debating how much to tell him. I mean, it’s not like he could tell anyone… plus she had no one else she trusted anymore aside from him. Even if she didn’t trust him endlessly.

“Well… actually. No. Call it a ghost task force” she chuckles, swirling her cup of coffee, watching the liquid swirl slowly. “Found me a week or so after I died, and since then I’d been a part of their team. That was until… I decided to leave. Even if they wouldn’t let me. I had to” her expression drops, recalling what became of her after she died.

His eyebrows furrowed at her words. “What do you mean? You had to? And why wouldn’t they let you?” He was only more curious and had so many questions but before she could answer them, there was a knock on the door, he looked at it, turning from Katya, watching it open slowly. In walks Ghost with a confused expression.

“Hey König… who are you talking to?” This question causes König to look back to where Katya was sitting, seeing that she vanished. “O-oh I was talking to…” König tried to think of an answer before looking back at the Lieutenant. “Myself” he decides to say but Ghost looks unconvinced, making it clear when he says “I heard another voice. A… female voice” König only shrugs. “Alright then… I’ll go” Ghost then begins to turn.

König’s eyes then shift to look behind Ghost, where he notices a hand phase in reaching towards the knife in his pocket. König stands up quickly as he shouts out “NO! Don’t do that!” Causing the hand to quickly phase away again. But also Ghost to turn back around in shock.

“W-What? Why?” Ghost stops dead in his tracks but König then awkward chuckles before saying “nothing! I thought I saw uh… I thought…” he couldn’t think of an excuse so he just settled on an awkward shrug causing Ghost to eye him up and down. “Get some rest. You had a tough mission today” and he then leaves the room.

König sighs before sitting back down on the bed. He notices Katya phase back so he can see her. She’s blushing and just floats in the air in front of him. He looks up at her shaking his head “You can’t do that, Ghost would’ve felt your presence in a heartbeat” making eye contact with her.

She floats down to stand in front of him. She shrugs with a cheeky smile simply saying “Even if he did, it’s not like he can hurt me” She had a point. But König looks at her unimpressed, she sighs and then nods, letting her smile drop slightly. “Alright. I won’t do it again. I just wanted to see his knife…” König looks at her, tilting his head.

“Why?” At his question Katya shrugs, floating back over to the bed. “It’s identical to the one I had. The serrated blade, leather handle, gold embellishments” She sits back down on the chair, crossing her legs and looking at her lap.

“When you’re a soldier so long, it’s the only thing you can really fidget with whenever you’re bored” Katya let’s out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “I get it. It only feels like another limb to me now” König says in a soft voice, hoping to ease her discomfort. She looks up at him and smiles.

“I’m guessing it didn’t stay with you once you died?” He goes on to ask and she just shakes her head. “Only thing I kept was my body and the clothes I died in” he looks down at her clothing, noticing how it was regular clothes… not military gear. ‘She said she died on a mission…’ He furrowed his brows as he thought to himself, intending to ask her about it.

But as he looked back up at her face, he noticed her unease, recognizes her growing discomfort from talking about her past. He just nods his head and decides to save his other questions for another time. He watches her grab for her coffee before shifting on the chair, trying to get comfortable.

“How about we watch a movie hm?” He wants to remove the tension from the air, thinking a little down time was perfect for that. Katya looks at him before thinking for a moment, she then gives a smile “That sounds great” He nods and reaches for the remote for the tv in his room.

He notices her shift again and then pats at the open space on the bed. “It’s more comfortable” at that she just smiles and floats over to sit next to him. When he felt her cold presence, he scooted over slightly to give her more space. “What movie?” He asks her but she just shrugs, taking a sip from her drink.

“Anything released in the last 3 years? I haven’t really been able to keep up with any new movies” She spoke with a joking tone and he nods, after selecting a movie they sit an watch till they’re about a quarter of the way through.

The whole time he was debating whether to ask her for a favor… not wanting to make her uncomfortable with such an odd request. After a while he decides to simply do it, because what does he have to lose. He turns his head slightly, not enough to look at her but enough to signify he was talking to her.

“Hey Katya…” he begins to say and she looks at him, waiting for his next words. “Remember the day we first met?” He spoke quieter than usual, as if unsure whether he should even be asking this from her. She was taken aback but nods hesitantly.

“Could you… give me a massage? Like you did that day?” He paused for a moment, waiting nervously for her response. Katya smiled and nodded “Of course König, it’s the least I can do” before floating up into the air slightly, watching as König scoots forward on the bed giving her space behind him.

She floats behind him, moving higher up in the air, in order to be able to see the tv over his large figure. While he waited for her to position herself he shifted in his spot anxiously. Before she can begin, he suddenly asks “s-should I take off my gear?” A blush creeping up his neck, onec again not wanting to make her uncomfortable with the situation.

“No, that’s alright” she reassures him before placing her hands on his shoulders, phasing them through the gear to touch his bare shoulders. They’re cold, causing him to tremble slightly, but they feel soft and gentle against his skin. He relaxes under her touch. Her hands able to massage into his muscles expertly.

“Mmmmm…” König can’t help but groan out as he feels the tension in his body leave him, only making Katya more comfortable and confident in her efforts, digging her thumb into where she can feel a knot of tension. When she presses against it he can’t help but flinch lightly and groan out loudly.

“G-god… right there” he says softly making her smile. She continues to massage him, feeling him relax slowly. Even noticing how his eyes closed, completely entranced in the feeling of her touch. She was just glad that he felt comfortable enough to ask her for this. She wanted to help him… I mean, he was letting her stay in his room for free always checking in on her.

As time passed she could feel König lean back towards her, she then slowly phased her body into the bed. Allowing his body to fall and rest again his bed. She massaged him a little bit more until she heard his soft snores and his heavy breathing.

At that, she floats out of the bed, turning off the movie, pulling the blanket over him, and then going to lie on the bed next to him. As she lies there, silently watching this behemoth of a man, who she’s sure has killed hundreds of people, sleep so peacefully… she couldn’t help but feel at peace.

As the seconds past she scooted closer and closer to him. Feeling the heat practically radiate off him, she suddenly felt very cold. Well… she always felt cold but right now she felt cold and alone.

“He won’t mind if I…” she thought and slowly shifted to lie right next to his body, carefully resting her hand on his chest and throwing a leg over his own. Trying her best not to wake him up and hoping her cold presence won’t do the same. She let out a soft breath as she was finally comfortable, before closing her eyes.

She can’t help but feel that she found a new home… glad she was able to escape her old one. “I think I’ve found my Token… it’s you König” If only the others could see her now.

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uniquevoidflowers · 10 months

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A couple and their family

Time's POV

I have had a rough life, all sorts of traumatic events making my every decision difficult to make. I am so grateful I am no longer alone though. When I met Malon it was like she had given my grey, miserable world colour. Malon had been able to gently break through my tough barriers and stoic facade. She was and still is mending the wounds in my heart.

Now, we have been married for 8 years and I can recall what joyous day the wedding had been. From even before the wedding to the present, Malon and I have a had a lovely relationship, content with our current living situation. Of course there had been discussion of wanting children to expand their family, Malon especially loving that idea. But I wasn’t so sure I wanted that, after all, I’ve heard of the things that could potentially happen.

Some are positive and some are negative. Instead of disappointing my wife too much, I suggested getting a pet to get a feel for parenting. Malon agreed and shooed me away, since she was allergic to cats and therefore couldn’t enter the pet shop. I found myself driving to the nearest pet shelter, listening to country music and humming along. I then arrived at the pet shelter and swung open the door.

“Welcome to Hyrule’s Pet Shelter! How may I help you today?” A saleswoman greeted me, with a signature smile.

“I’m looking for a dog, perhaps one that really needs a home.” I answered, not bothering to return the smile.

“Of course! Any sort of behavioural things you wouldn’t want in a dog?” The saleswoman asked, maintaining her smile.

I thought for a moment before replying with, “I would prefer a dog that is potty trained. But other than that, I really don’t mind.”

I was confident Malon would say something similar. “Alright. I’ll take you to come meet our most recent puppy Wolfie. He was found wondering the streets and didn’t belong to anyone, or at least nobody rose to claim him. He isn’t particularly social and fought viciously against us but for some unknown reasons he is gentle with children. We haven’t been able to figure out what breed the puppy is, he actually more resembles a wolf pup but his behaviour is entirely different. Which is why everyone has taken to calling him Wolfie. He was surprisingly potty trained when we took him in, so we have a guess that he was abandoned. Poor thing.” The saleswoman explained, walking.

I followed her. My heart ached a little at the thought of abandoning a pet. My thoughts led to this Wolfie. If he was gentle with the young ones, perhaps there was a chance I could train him to be kind towards older people as well. I texted Malon, not entirely sure what to do.

Link: The woman here offered me a puppy named Wolfie, said he was found on the streets. He’s potty trained, aggressive but gentle to children. She doesn’t know the breed though.

Malon: Well, try meeting Wolfie first darling. According to what I’ve read, you must meet the dog first in order to know you’ve got the one you want.

Link: If you say so.

“We’re here. Hi, Wolfie.” The saleswoman waved.

I was greeted by a snarling puppy that looked exactly like a wolf. The puppy had dark, black fur with odd white markings imprinted on his snout. I noticed a shackle on his leg, that had the markings of the ancient Twili. Strange. Wolfie stopped snarling when he sniffed me, and relaxed. “Hello Wolfie.” I approached the puppy warily.

Wolfie barked happily and his tail wagged back and forth. “Looks like he’s drawn to you.” The saleswoman commented, grinning.

“Can I pet him?” I wondered gazing at the puppy’s cute eyes.

“I guess you can try.” The saleswoman shrugged.

I slowly reached my hand out to pet Wolfie but snatched my hand back once he started growling. “I’m not gonna hurt you. You’re okay.” I tried, hoping at least the soothing tone of my voice would allow some sort of touch.

Wolfie tilted his head as if to question what I had just said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” I repeated, firmly.

Wolfie relaxed a little and whined, glancing at the saleswoman. “That dog is strange. I’ll leave you two be.” The saleswoman smiled and left, seemingly oblivious to Wolfie’s turmoil.

The second that woman left, Wolfie completely calmed and nuzzled up against me. “Awwww, you’re a good boy aren’t ya?” I cooed.

I had to admit, this was pretty adorable. I reached out to try and pet Wolfie again and the dog allowed it. So I pulled out my phone while softly petting the puppy. I had feeling he was a keeper.

Link: Wolfie is drawn to me, and he’s adorable and quite intelligent. He was aggressive at first but as soon as the saleswomen left he was practically a new puppy.

Malon: Hm. I think you should get Wolfie then. By the way, I’ve set up the stuff for whatever dog you wind up choosing.

Link: My mind is made up, I am getting Wolfie. See you soon.

I carefully sat up and began to leave the room but Wolfie started whining and jumping up on me, begging me not to leave. “It’s okay, I’ll be back.” I reassured.

Wolfie must have some abandonment issues, I’d have to remember that for later. The puppy seemed to understand my words of reassurance and he sat down. “Greetings again, I would like to get Wolfie.” I approached the saleswoman once more.

“Wonderful. You’re fee is 135 rupees.” The saleswoman nodded.

I paid and then tried coax Wolfie into a carrier but my efforts were in vain. I scooped Wolfie up in my arms and I was prepared to be scratched or nibbled, but Wolfie just slumped in disappoint. Then eventually we drove back to the house where Malon awaited. “C’mon boy, come meet Malon.” I gestured for him to follow.

He did and I opened the door to see my wife there, gazing curiously at Wolfie. “Oh, my, Link! The puppy looks like a literal wolf!”

“I’m aware. Meet Wolfie, now is there anything this one can get into?” I searched the ground for any chewable things.

“I don’t think so. Why don’t you get him onto the couch?” Malon recommended.

“Are you sure?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Yes I’m sure. There’s a gate to the upstairs and the doors won’t budge.” Malon assured me.

So I scooped up Wolfie once more and set him on the couch, but the next thing that happened was shocking. Wolfie disappeared into thick black triangles, and when the black stuff was gone, a boy with the exact same markings appeared. “What in Hyrule City?!” Malon gasped.

“S-Sorry! Please don’t kick me out, I didn’t-I just wanted o-out of the shelter!” The boy panicked.

(There's more! Read the rest on AO3 ---> A couple and their family)

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I liked “Exes and Ohs” much better than “Seeing Stars”, even though I have a few complaints about the plot; it feels like season two is starting to hit its stride. We needed to put Stolas and his relationship with Blitzo on the back burner for a bit and get some time with the imps.

Live reaction-notes:

- The backgrounds of the IMP office raise so many questions. Blitzo why did you make a transphobic horse OC? How did you get a bust of yourself made?

(Immediate theory: A sinner who was a sculptor in life offered to make it as part of their payment. It makes sense that IMP would accept barter because sinners don't always have a lot of cash, especially when they're new. That would explain why we see new art around the office all the time.)

- Moxxie. My dude. MOXXIE. Loona does not think you are fat. She just knows it upsets you. There is no way you can logically disprove her bullying. Do not let her stress you into an eating disorder or keep you from enjoying food.

- Millie WTF? Did a human beat you in combat? That hasn't happened since back in episode 1. I want to know what has you so mad but I'm also now invested in the relationship drama going on over on that whiteboard. King Slut is going to get what's coming to him and Blue Cheese needs better taste in side hoes.

- Wouldn't it be funny if Millie's ex was - Nahhhh.

- What are those photos spilling out of the filing cabinet? Does IMP have a sideline in PI-style snooping? Is that...normal for furry cosplay sex?

-Oh, it's just Blitzo's porn stash. I'm sure Stolas would be into using those costumes and quite possibly they have, but I don't really wanna imagine it. But I do want to imagine M&M trying to alphabetize the collection.

- As most of us guessed, IMP was a regular hell-side hitman outfit before they got the book. It's interesting that Blitzo doesn't seem interested in taking local jobs anymore. Surely they could use the money.

- C for Crimson on the driver's cap, but no recognition on Moxxie's face yet. And we're goin' back to the Greed ring! (Moxxie said he was raised in Wrath, though, I thought. So he lies about his past.)

- Blitzo is still obsessing about M&M, but he's gone several episodes now without a single abusive rant at Moxxie. He is seriously trying to do better after "Truth Seekers".

- Loona really doesn't belong at this company, does she. Nobody acknowledged her existence except Moxxie this whole episode. I hope we see her find a place that suits her better soon.

- "Elevator Hangar 03". So even flights between Rings take the elevators. That suggests helicopters are what gets used, rather than planes that can't hover.

- Fizzarolli's adult clown look was modeled after Mammon, wasn't it?

- Uhh..is that demonstrative violence, or is it actually pretty hard to permanently kill an imp? Hmmmmmmm.

- You might wanna ask questions when the guy who was raised here has an immediate panic attack and starts yelling "No no no" as soon as you arrive, guys? Blitzo, how have you lived this long being this vulnerable to flattery and this unable to recognize danger signals?

- All the trophies on the walls reminding us of the murder family. (Are those little hearts between the succubus wings the ends of their tails?) Blitzo's "please do not ask me details about my lucrative circus career" expression.

- WHAT? CALLED IT I CALLED IT OMG wow he's an idiot he's just stepped in the door and I want him dead already. Did you just say "two big sex reunions"? Excuse me those claws do not look practical even if most demons are into pain play. If you were really a sex god you’d have a couple of them trimmed all the way down.

- Blitzo erupting in jealousy. Yes, there's someone who's fucked both of them and it was not you. At least you haven't also slept with Chaz (although I am putting that down to chance and not any kind of good taste on your part).

- Huge-eyed baby Moxxie! Mom in shadow, what is she holding? flowers? Blitzo how can you possibly be this slow on the uptake?

- I am distracted from the cute grenade moment by the aesthetic atrocity that is Chaz's tail. What. How do you put on pants. It does seem to have been an actual relationship, though, or at least a fling. Moxxie get that nostalgic smile off your face oh my GOD that wasn't nostalgia.

- "Draw me like one of your French imps", huh? oh. Oh dear. Millie is 1000% better than this dirtbag in every possible way, why are you regretting him at all?

- HI BLITZO! Huh, they let him keep his boots in jail. Loona surely does not have a babysitter. Was he that overprotective? Or was he bullshitting? If so, it worked, you can see Moxxie’s face change at the idea of this guy as a loving dad. (Which he is! It just...works better if people imagine Loona is a young kid.)

- I thought that might be what Moxxie sees in Blitzo. Someone who gave him a way out of his old life, someone who's proven trustworthy despite his flaws. Not quite sure how to interpret Blitzo's expression on hearing this. A mixture of touched and regretful?

- Yeah, you fuck him up, MillWHOA that is a level of rage I did not expect. What did Chaz do to HER?

- PFFT Blitzo reverses it because "horseless friendfucker" is what Chaz is as far as he's concerned.

- Is Blitzo thinking: I don't talk about my dick like that. Do I? Please tell me I'm not this fucking obnoxious. Oh god keep this guy FAR away from Stolas.

- What the FUCK, Crimson. Homophobia, contempt, abuse, you're clearly the whole package, but you redecorated with neon dicks to insult your son?

- At least someone's happy.

- We're consistently not seeing mom's face and it is weirding me out. ohno. Not hard to tell where this is going. oh NO.

- Moxxie's tenderheartedness in "Murder Family" isn't so funny anymore is it. Burn the fucking mansion down, Moxxie. Millie will help and I doubt Blitzo will be opposed. I didn't see them confiscate your phones, so text them.

- Chaz you are making Blitzo look modest and tasteful.

- I completely forgot we hadn't had a musical number yet. Can we - can we skip it this once?

- BLITZO

- Did he just say "chill the fuck out?" Is he not having fun over there because I really hope he is not. I hope this is the worst lay of your life, Blitzo.

- Well, he doesn't look like he had fun. At all. Was this a ploy? No, he’s just an opportunistic chaos gremlin.

- Uh. Moxxie I admire your spine here, but not your brains. How are you going to keep him from cutting bits off Millie until you give in? I certainly hope you did something useful with that phone earlier. (Spoiler: He did not.)

- Oh! Blitzo's feet are just shaped like heeled boots. Wacky.

- Now THAT'S more the musical number I wanted.

- Millie. 10/10 no notes. Perfection. I'm not even gonna ask how they had enough time to repaint the banner and retrieve Blitzo's clothes (you know he'll be back in his own coat next episode).

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you-heard-what-i-meant · 1 year

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Next to Godliness - Moon Knight

Steven is spending some time at the museum and trying to ignore the bad memories when a young woman who works in another area of the museum arrives and gives him a whole other subject of interest.

On AO3 Here!

Fluffy, Cute, Cutie-Fluffy-Stuff!

Although I wrote it as purely friendship, you can read it as the beginnings of romance if you want to!

Reader insert if you want to, otherwise an OFC. The OFC isn't given any description other than dressing boho and wearing beads and crystals.

Discussions of Paganism - based off my own adventures in Spiritualism and Paganism.

Not Beta'd ;-)

Unfortunately Steven Grant / Marc Spector / Jake Lockley / Moon Knight stuff doesn't belong to me, I just like to play with them!

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Steven has lost track of time. So absorbed in staring at the sarcophagus in the corner of the Egyptian exhibit, the world has ceased to exist around him as the rampant noise in his brain has gradually faded into a strange whirring noise. The bright blues, deep reds, and crisp golds slide in and out of focus as his eyes wander over them. Every time he notices something new, he’s reminded of how old these colours are. Ancient. A real person painted these thousands of years ago. A human being - a living, breathing, human being - picked up a paint brush, dipped it in a dollop of azure, and painted with painstaking precision. A real person who maybe stepped back from the completed piece and assessed their handiwork. Were they pleased with what they’d achieved? Did they huff out a frustrated breath and repaint sections? Did they smile and present their work to their king with pride?

Something in his head and his stomach stirs seconds before he senses a presence appear beside him and he’s sharply pulled from his reverie.

A woman a few inches shorter than Steven, her outfit smart with touches of boho, has joined him at the glass case. Bangles and beaded bracelets clack up and down her arms as she moves, and stones hang around her neck on chords - pink, blue (Lapis Lazuli, Steven recognises it from his Ancient Egyptians), green, clear. There’s a gentle, open smile on her face and her voice is bright but soft.

“Hey, I know your face! You’re Steven, right? Used to work in the gift shop?”

Steven’s adrenaline is already running, but there’s a jolt at the mention of his history with this place. It’s like a painful memory he wishes he could scrub out.

“Um… yeah, yeah I did.”

“You were wasted in there, should have been a tour guide.” At first Steven feels a spike of fear - is she another person making fun of him? - but her smile is still gentle and genuine, it puts Steven at ease somewhat. He can’t help the flush that rises through his face and neck.

“What, really?”

Her smile widens. “Yeah! I loved watching you tell people things that weren’t written on the displays. It was lovely to have someone else here who was actually passionate about their subject.”

“Right, yeah thanks, appreciate that…” Steven shoves down his unease at the compliment. “You’re from the… Pagan exhibit, right?”

She looks mildly delighted at his recognition. “Yep, that’s me!”

“Yeah, I always wanted to visit but I never had the time, with work and uh…” Steven found himself trailing off awkwardly. “ - Well I guess I’ve got the time now.” Steven snaps his mouth shut. You donut.

They’re quiet for a moment, then - “It was Donna, right? The reason you lost your job?” Somehow her question doesn’t make Steven flinch. Her voice is gentle, but there’s an edge of something behind it - anger? Distaste?

Steven finds himself floundering. “Oh, uh, well, not exactly. I mean, she definitely made things worse but -”

“ - Yeah, when I heard what happened I thought… well it was disgusting what they did to you. The way Donna treated you would give anyone a breakdown -” She suddenly winces “God, sorry, that’s none of my business-“

“-no, no that’s… it’s fine.” If it had been anyone else, Steven would have told them where to get off, but he doesn’t find her comments grating. In fact, he finds her anger on his behalf… comforting.

Quiet falls again. Then -

“Hey I’m on lunch, want to come hang out in my realm?”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

They walk to the very back of the museum, stopping at the cafe to get sandwiches, and when they reach the Pagan exhibit she pulls two chairs out of a cupboard in the corner. She puts them down and gestures around.

“My favourite spot in the whole area. Nebra Sky Disk, lots of Gods and Goddesses… and Donna won’t come in here.”

“Why not?”

“She tried to do to me what she did to you. Then I managed to catch her bullying the poor newbie they put in your job. I filmed her taking the piss out of his stutter. I sent the video to head office.”

Steven feels both satisfaction and frustration bloom in his chest. “What, really?!”

“Yeah! You’d think she’d know better than to mess with a pagan. People have been trying to wipe us out forever, we’ve well and truly learnt to fight back. Me and Faye had a little commune with Hecate for the solstice, see if she could help us with the ‘Donna Problem’. Looks like it worked!”

“He-ka-tay?”

“Yeah, the triple Goddess over there, second cabinet on the right.”

Steven looks around, notices a statue of three Goddesses stood back to back in a triangle. “Triple Goddess? Like, three goddesses together?”

“Yeah, sort of. She has three versions of herself living in one body, and you can ask her to lead with the identity that will be of the most use for your request.”

Steven’s heart rate picks up as he feels Marc’s interest stir in the headspace. “Three - three people in one body? Is that… normal for pagan deities?”

She shrugs, head tilting to the side. Her dreamcatcher earrings dangle at a jaunty angle.

“Not ‘normal’, but it’s not an unusual concept. Many faiths believe that we all have different versions of ourselves, and that as our souls develop, we get to meet them and live with them. Three is the usual number, like with Hecate: the thinker, the lover, and the warrior. And I’m sure you’ve heard of “Maiden, Mother, Crone”? Whichever version is needed the most is the one who sort of controls the physical form while the others guide from the ‘soul space’ as it were.”

Steven is sure she must be able to hear his heart hammering by now. “Do you… Do you believe in that?”

Her face lights up. “Absolutely! I mean, we know there are real people with the same thing. I think they call it an “identity disorder” now, which I hate because the word “disorder” suggests there’s something wrong with the person. And I don’t believe there is.”

Something about her makes him think that she’s at least a bit suspicious about his “quirk”, but she doesn’t seem to be judgemental in the slightest. It makes Steven brave. He tries not to knock his sandwich off his lap as his hands begin twisting in his sleeves erratically.

“You don’t?”

“No. I think they just happen to have been able to access the other parts of their soul, and our world isn’t built to deal with that now. It would have been celebrated back when Britain was a pagan land.”

Steven can only nod, his brain running wild with the new information. They sit in silence for a while as they eat, both staring at the triple Goddess statue.

Eventually she speaks again.

“Hey… You’re always welcome to come here, if you want. You can just grab a chair from the cupboard and sit for a while.” Her earnest expression matches her tone of voice, and for the first time in a very long time, Steven finds himself genuinely trusting someone.

“I… What if you’re not here?”

She chuckles lightly. Steven notices she’s rolling one of her crystal bead bracelets between her fingertips. “Oh I’m here most of my waking life. I actually kinda prefer it here, I get to show people my world, y’know?”

He nods slowly. She mistakes his silence for rejection.

“I mean you’re always welcome! Whether I’m here or not, just grab a chair and stay as long as you like! Sometimes it’s nice to sit with the Gods and Goddesses, other times you just need to sit in here and be with it all, y’know?”

Steven finds himself all but beaming at her, her enthusiasm infectious.

“I’d quite like to learn more about it, if you have the time anytime, sometime-” Marc tells him to stop talking. Steven winces. “Sorry, too many times.” he realises what he’s just said. “I don’t mean - I mean there would never be too much time spent with you, not that I really know you, but I’m sure-” Marc tells him to stop again, and thankfully she cuts him off this time, her smile gentle and genuine.

“- hey, it’s ok, I know what you mean - I’d love to hang out more and tell you about my world, and maybe in return you can tell me about your Egyptians? They seem to have some stuff in common with the Pagans…”

Her softness puts Steven at ease instantly. He finds himself nodding enthusiastically at her. “Yeah! Yeah that’d be great! Um, I actually have all afternoon, so..”

She lights up like a Christmas tree. “Excellent! Let’s start with Hecate, and the sarcophagus you were looking at earlier - there’s a symbol on it that looks really similar to one I saw in a book about sigils…”

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BG3 Santa Playthrough #6

The Path to The Shadow Druid Rendevous:

Before we leave let us question the drow that was killed, perhaps he’ll give us some answers that Nettie would not or could not! Moonrise Towers seems to be another place where people are getting sick.

Is that music? Perhaps we should head this way before we leave! Oh, there’s a lovely young woman writing a song for a passed love one. There is some tenderness in this grove after all!

Wait, we’ve let Alfira be, why do I still hear singing? Oh look a little boy, surely hes not the one singing that tune? No it’s something else, a beautiful bird! Astarion don’t shoot it you selfish little! Oh… Harpies. We must get this child out of here!!

A letter in the harpy’s nest, it seems there is a Cambion lurking about. Goodness, is there no end to the dark creatures lurking in these lands? Goblins, harpies, cambions, a dragon, what next?!

Gale seems to be as fond of children as me, we seem to be getting along quite well, more than I can say for other more… complicated members of this merry band of ours. We should find this dragon’s lair, hopefully we can help these children who’ve made it their business to scamper about unseen in the grove.

What was that man threatening that poor boy for?! Whether he did what he claimed, it does no good to be vitriolic against children! We’d better find this Mol and quickly, maybe she can talk some sense into these children.

Apparently she’s the reason they’re getting into trouble in the first place, hmm… children who have nothing seeking to better their lot through trickeries that do little to actually harm the victims but endanger themselves. Naughty or nice? Remains to be seen.

Zevlor wishes me to kill Kagha?! She is a shadow Druid that much is true but… perhaps she isn’t too far gone? Let’s us see what the other half of her secret must say. If she doesn’t see reason then. Arabella won’t have to be afraid of her anymore.

That harpy fight was no laughing matter, time to make camp and head to the tree where answers live (as they so often do). Let’s befriend the blade of frontiers. He seems more pleasant company than the selfish pale one.

My goodness! Astarion is a vampire?! How awful! For both of us! He says only eats animals… like any other predatory beast. He hasn’t hurt us at least, and he could have. He’s been helpful if a bit… disturbing. As long as he keeps it that way, he won’t be on my list, I trust him that much… for now.

Gale seems unbothered by it, perhaps Astarion isn’t the only “vampire” among us, given what he’s said about his illness. I suppose… You can’t be naughty for something you did not choose. Maybe Astarion never wanted to be one to begin with. Maybe there’s hope for him yet!

More talk of this Absolute “goddess” these people seem very misguided, or very naughty. I’ll send them on their way for now, the more I hear of this goddess the more she worries me. Oh goodness! I will not submit to its desires I must force it to let go of me! Nothing good can come from this! Or them!

What is Shadowheart’s distaste for a goddess of light and kindness?! She is allies with Silvanus! Lady Shar? Gale’s goddess seems to not like her, I am not versed in divine politics… the more I learn of this girl the more she confuses me. She acts with kindness in many things, and is punished for doing so. Perhaps it is Shar then, who belongs on my list. Though I am not certain this damage to her nature could be unlearned…

An Owlbear! Beautiful creature, I will not hurt her child, let’s be in our way! We’ve bigger fish to fry than protective mothers. I wonder what else we’ll find on our way to this shadow Druid meeting place.

Secrets, Swamps, Kagha & Karlach ->

<- Finding The Healer Nettie

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 1 year

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Time to belong - 2

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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-It is out of question that i think she should stay within the 141 permanently. - said Price.

-I agree, but it is a decision that should be up to her. After what she had been through the last decade i’m not entirely sure it would be a good fit to be surrounded by this many men.

-141 would never hurt a woman, you know that Laswell.

-I know captain, but you have to understand this from a woman’s perspective. From her perspective. Why do you think she lives under the balaclava?

-Identity protection? - answered Price, thinking of Ghost.

-She had to use her looks to gather intel lot of times. They sliced her face so she could not use her beauty anymore. The amount of times she had to let them use her shows her utter devotion to our people, without even a morsel of honor received in exchange. She is a literal ghost. There is no record of her anywhere, she practically doesn’t exist.

Price clenched his jaw. You were broken body and soul and you still kept your mouth shot. As if you never thought of yourself any other way than an asset, which apparently you were. He also wanted Zakhaev dead. He was just miles away in a base, yet he cannot reach him. Not yet.

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When you got back to your room you noticed the duffelbag on your bed. Laswell brought you clothes. Clothes that are actually your size. Even training clothes for when you’re better. You smiled, she really liked to act like a mother secretly. For the next week you rocked black leggings, a black top and the way-too big sweater. It was warm, the smell of cigars and musk calmed you. Soap got you out of your shell just enough so that you’ll at least sit with them at the canteen. Then the first day when you lifted your balaclava to eat with them had all their eyes on you until Price sat down in front of you.

-Let the lady eat in peace. - he ordered the others, who quickly turned back to their plates, he then let himself take a glance at your full lips, the gash in them healed already. There was a purple mark on your jaw still, but it was way better than when he last saw it.

-With all due respect sir, you’re staring. - you said smirking slightly. And he still felt himself unable to look away.

-I see you are liking my sweater. - he smiled at you, looking back to his plate.

-I can give it back if you want it, Laswell sent some more.. my size. - you said reaching for the hem of it when he stopped you.

-I like it better on you. - he said standing up, leaving, Soap staring at you, then him, then at you again with his jaw on the floor.

-What? - you asked from him.

-That. The Captain.. that.. - he failed to form a sentence - he never .. i never saw him smile. - he said making you chuckle to yourself. - you either. - he continued. -Think the cap likes you lass. - he winked but you know better. Before the scars? Maybe, but now, definitely not. Not as you liked him of course. Not as you didn’t find his scent etched in the sweater comforting. No-no.

A month after your arrival to the base with them, you were finally healed enough to train. You, the lone-wolf you were decided that you’ll go down, when they all sleep. Better that way. You don’t want anybody correcting your form, telling you to not be so hard on yourself, acting like you’re made out of fucking glass. Only Ghost treated you just like he did everyone else. And you came to appreciate that more. Sure the kindness of Price and the friendliness of Soap were welcome, but Ghost kept you grounded. You could not allow to get comfortable here, with people. That means lose ends, people to worry about, possibly people who worry about you. Nothing you could really afford with your line of work. So you found yourself trying to be alone or around the silent giant.

When the base fell quiet, you were in a sports bra and a highwaisted pair of leggings, all black. Some skin showing here and there.

As you arrived at the gym, you smiled as you saw punching bags lined up in the back. You didn’t turn on the lights, prefering the dark this time as you started kicking and punching the bag. The echoes of your attacks seem to be even louder this time of the night. When you heard the creak of the door, you stopped, immediately concentrated on your surroundings searching for the intruder. Then you saw a glimpse of the skull mask not too far. You smiled to yourself quickly circling him, as he failed to notice your movements. He was good, sneaking as silent as a Ghost.. but you were good too. When he got to the punching bags not finding anyone he turned around only to find you, as you swept him off his legs, straddling him, bringing his hands above his head.

-Didn’t they teach you how to knock? - you asked, almost mockingly. You were good, but he was way stronger, so it took him little effort to roll around, settling himself between your legs, holding your arms above your head with one hand.

-Why are you training here alone in the middle of the night?

-None of your business.

He hooked his free hand under your knee to stop you from squeezing his ribs with your legs.

-I’m gonna ask again, why are you training alone in the middle of the night? - he asked, growing impatient with you. You stopped trying to get the best of him, going limp under him.

-‘cause it’s easier. Always done it this way. It’s literally in my contract that i work alone. I don’t do friendships, i don’t play team.

-Tell that to Soap and Price cause they sure seem to think otherwise. Besides, you could train with us. We don’t need to be friends for that. - he said before getting up, then helping you stand as well. You rolled your eyes about what he was suggesting.

-I’m not their friend and i never will be. I’m healed, Laswell will waltz in and send me to the other side of the world. We will not meet again. - you said as you left him standing there. The feel of your body against his, the softness of your skin despite the various scars. He knew the way you felt, he tries to remove himself from the lives of others too. He wonders what your family, your old school friends think about this, if they know you’re alive?

Your thoughts are running in your head a thousand mile per hour, and sleep does not find you that day. You decide to skip breakfast, and just go out for a run. You just put on a black turtleneck on top of everything else, and leave. Expertly sneaking out, so you won’t meet anyone.

You were on your 5th lap around the base when Soap joined you.

-Missed you at breakfast lass. - he said as he jogged next to you. - What you don’t talk to me now? - he continued, not giving up. -Are we not friends anymore?

You stopped, and looked at him.

-Soap. I am healed, i will leave this base in a matter of days, to resume my missions. We will never meet again. We are not friends. You do not owe me anything as i do not owe anything to you or the others. I will not be a lose end for the 141 as it will not be one for me. I am nothing to any of you, and you are nothing to me. - you said, the ending almost only in whisper as tears made it to your waterline, threatening to escape. As he stood there speechless, you resumed your run alone.

Soap went inside, dropping on the couch in the communal area.

-What’s up Soap, little lady doesn’t wanna go on a date with you? -asked Gaz earning a groan from Soap. Ghost silently paying attention from the corner as he cleans his guns.

-I’ll have ya ken the lass is as cold as ice. She gave me the silent treatment before having my head like a mad woman about leaving and lose ends saying we’re nothing for her. I mean ya ken ya might be, but i patched her up. I think i deserve some kindness. - that made them laugh. Ghost stood up heading for Price’s office.

Laswell arrived a week later. It was hard to keep your distance from the 141, so you were glad you’ll get to get out at last.

-Laswell.

-Onyx. - came the usual greetings.

-I see you’re all healed.

-Yes ma’am. - you said before she motioned you to sit down, which you did.

-I believe you know that you cannot keep your previous position within the organization. - she said with a blank expression, but your eyes were twice as bigger.

-You’re laying me off. - you said scoffing. You hoped at least you’d be useful for a few more years, but guess not.

-We are not laying you off, i am here to offer you a spot in the 141.

-The 141.. Why?

-After consulting Captain Price and Lieutenant Ghost on the matter we had agreed that with a little more adjusting you would be an excellent addition to the team, and since you cannot perform your previous role .. that effectively anymore.. we are offering you the spot. Take it if you want, don’t if you wanna leave the forces all together, be sent to a remote country with a new identity. - she said before dropping a stack of papers in front of you, leaving the room. - You have two days to choose Onyx, use it wisely.

You sat there. Anger, disappointment, sadness. You never cried but after this, you might. You must look like a monster if they want to lay you off. You felt helpless and useless. You remained in the room for a few hours when there was a knock at the door before Price entered.

-It’s not a bad deal you know.. - he said pointing at the papers in front of you.

-Maybe for you Captain, for me its.. it’s written confirmation that i am useless, that everything i’ve built in the last 12 years is nothing. One cut and it is all taken away, given someone… more..

-Don’t you finish that sentence. - he growled almost. - You are the most hellish woman in the biz i had met, and believe me i met a lot. When you enter the canteen and look around what do you see? Those men are the bests of the best, and you’ve got to be one hell of a soldier to be even considered to join the 141 and you’ve been offered the position on a silver plate. If that doesn’t say enough i don’t know what will.

-I.. i know all that Captain and i am honored. But.. it is not you who’s whole life was taken away with a simple cut of a knife. - you stood up and walked out, stopping with your hand on the doorknob.

-Onyx. - he stopped you - if it counts for something, i don’t think it took away anything. Take your two days, talk with the boys, consider staying. - you nod at him before leaving.

When you entered the room, you found them all before the tv screen watching a movie. Gaz already asleep in the armchair, Soap and Ghost on the couch. Ghost turned, noticing you, motioning you to join them. Price was the last to join, sitting between you and Soap. You barely even watched the tv, your thoughts running a thousand miles away as you quietly looked around, committing each their faces to memory as you debated. The urge to be alone as you always were fighting the urge to belong. Somewhere between these thoughts you fell asleep, head lifting as it kept falling forward. Ghost and Price looked at each other, they didn’t need words. The rest of the boys asleep already then they were the only ones seeing your restless sleep. Price lifted you up in his arms, your head lulled over to his chest. Your eyes opening slightly as he walked the cold corridors, making you curl into him a bit more. He smiled at that.

-Sleep, you’re safe. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt you again.. - he whispered onto the top of your head before he entered your room, gently putting you into your bed, then taking off your shoes before tucking you in. In your half asleep state you blinked at him a few times, sleepily.

-I think i’ll stay. - you mumbled as you turned on your side, tearing off the balaclava, hugging his sweater he lent to you closer, burying your face in it. He tugged the blanket further up on you, smiling.

-I’d love that kid.. - he said before he left, closing your door behind him.

When you woke up, you looked at the stack of paper next to your bed. With a sigh you signed it. The feeling of uselessness stayed, but it was better than being laid off altogether.

You knocked on the door of the Captain.

-Come in. - said Price and you entered.

-I.. - you started and he saw the stack of papers in your hand, silently praying you took the offer.

-What is your verdict kid? - he asked, his voice laced with a softness you already remember you’ve heard, but can’t pinpoint where.

-I think it’s time i.. - you look at him, his stare pinning you down, there is something in the swirls of his eyes that render you mute for a minute. - belong.. - the curl of his lips, and the jump your heart does upon seeing it tells you that you chose right. It will be hard adjusting, letting them in, but it is time you stop being entirely alone. It wasn’t about how you often had to whore yourself out for information, or how they tortured you from time to time. It was about being all alone, no one to watch your back, no one to patch you up, no one to talk to.

-Welcome to the team Onyx. - he smiled as he shook your hand, lingering a second more than a usual handshake and you hold his gaze, unable to look away. His attention teared away from you as Ghost knocks then enters, looking at your joined hands silently.

-I take it she took the deal. - he said and Price nod, letting your hand go. - good. - he said. Then cheers erupted from the hallway, and you looked at the door, seeing the whole team cheering, Soap walking in, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

-No cold shoulder then, hen. - he laughed as he hugged you a bit closer. No one noticing the silent clenching of the Captain’s jaw. He relaxed when you held up his sweater over your nose, smiling under your balaclava as you looked at him secretly. It was a newer sweater, smelling more like him. He left it in your room last night. His lips curling into a small smile, a secret only you two know.

Laswell came in, congratulating you as well.

-But first, she’ll take a fucking leave. This one was going mission after mission for years now without a single day off. - she said looking at you.

-I had spent the last two months recovering ma’am. I think that counts for “days off”.

-I meant real days off Onyx. Visit your family, or friends, or go to Hawaii or some shit. Take. Days. Off. I don’t want to see you around any bases for the next two weeks. - she said and you nod sadly. There was a shift in your mood, but none of them knew why. You left the room, packing your bag and leaving with Laswell in the heli.

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