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teecupangel · 5 months

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I had a thought earlier: What if Ezio was Desmond's Sage?

Basically, the usual setup with Desmond using the eye to contact Ezio in the library and offering to send him back in time to save his family, but due to the damage he's sustained from the Eye, he can't come with. Once this moment in the Grey is over, he would die. Ezio begs him to come with him, through any means possible. He refuses to leave behind the divine being he is the chosen Prophet for. The being who is going against Fate itself to give him his family back. Desmond just can't say no to Ezio and tries to see if there's anyway he could come with Ezio. He doesn't want to die if he can avoid it. It's then, through the connection with the Eye and the Apple, that he learns about Sages. With a few modifications for Ezio's safety, that could work. Instead of consuming Ezio's mind to take over, he would just live alongside him. When he tells Ezio of it, Ezio accepts.

When Ezio wakes up, it is to his childhood bedroom. Everything is how it was when he was 17. Is 17. It worked! His family is alive and well! Did the Sage thing work?

"Desmond, are you here?"

'Yes Ezio, i am.'

Just a thought i had. I imagine that Ezio could let Desmond have control of his body, but Desmond is pretty chill with just watching though Ezio's eyes.

Ezio would have mind conversations with Desmond, which worries his family a lot when they catch him just staring emptily though the air. That and his complete switch in behaviour.

There's probably so many routes to go here, but i'm too sleep deprived to think atm. XD

It doesn’t take long before Desmond realized that all the modifications he made for his consciousness to become part of Ezio had turned him to be the least invasive Bleed to ever be conceived.

Did this count as possession?

Was Ezio even a Sage or was Desmond simply a sentient Bleed?

Wait.

Did that mean that the Bleeding Effect mimicked the experiences a Sage goes through when they start ‘getting’ the Isu’s memories.

Didn’t that mean that there was a possibility that the Animus was based on the research the Isus made to create the-

“Desmond, as interesting as your thoughts are about this subject, I’d prefer it if you were to. Focus!” Ezio was unable to stop himself from raising his voice as he punched one of Vieri’s hired muscles as Desmond liked to call them. The man staggered as he took a few steps back and Ezio swiped his feet before stomping on his groin.

There was a few scandalous looks thrown his way at that attack and Ezio just shrugged.

It wasn’t his fault that Desmond’s skills in unarmed combat bled through to him during these situations and Desmond fought shamelessly dirty.

‘In my defense…’ Desmond quipped from his mind, ‘I was taught that honor and shame have no place when you’re getting ganged up by Templars.’

Ezio grunted as he dodged a punch aimed for his chest, quickly grabbing the wrist and pulling him forward to unbalance him before delivering a high knee strike, making the man gasp as Ezio kneed him on the throat.

Okay, that one was from one of Desmond’s Bleed, not Desmond himself.

But then again…

Desmond was his Bleeds and his Bleeds were him. When he thinks about it that way…

“Desmond…” Ezio gritted as he smacked an incoming kick from another man, quickly jabbing the man’s side before suckerpunching him.

‘Sorry, sorry. My brain’s wacky at the moment.’ Desmond said.

That was an understatement.

Desmond had been in Ezio’s body for only a few hours. They had went outside to try and get a lay of the land and found out the date by Vieri throwing a rock at Ezio and giving Ezio the scar on his lips.

So yeah…

Desmond was still not used to being this… entity inside Ezio’s mind.

“Don’t think too hard.” Ezio backhanded a goon’s cheek hard and fast enough that he was able to topple the surprised and hurt goon with his mind quickly making it known that it was a common technique Altaïr used to do. Ezio tried to focus as he said, “Let’s just get this over with then we can have our mental breakdown in our room, okay?”

‘Yeah, okay.’ Desmond answered and Ezio felt Desmond focus.

It was like his senses became clearer.

His body became lighter.

And…

He could predict everyone’s next move.

To borrow Desmond’s expression at the moment.

Holy shit.

(Desmond doesn’t know it but because he made Ezio his Sage, he is technically a being that has access to Isu senses which he can pass down to Ezio. Ezio’s human body can’t take much of it though so there’s a time limit and that is how Federico comes in and save them because Ezio and Desmond starts getting a headache after using it too much.)

#desmond’s mind is a bit… scattered atm #because he did just transfer his consciousness to ezio #but making sure ezio would not be negatively affected #am i saying the sages’ isu memories are like the bleeding effect?#yes yes i am #i haven’t seen how it appears with basim #haven’t played mirage yet #i promise to play it before the end of the year #i just need to clear the latest event of hsr #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ezio auditore #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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chirpsythismorning · 9 months

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Just watched Brokeback Mountain for the first time and I need to talk about it.

Throughout the movie, we see Ennis experience a lot of intense discomfort and fear at the idea of being intimate with a man, despite it becoming abundantly clear in the details and based on his actions that that is indeed what he wants. He even admits to Jack that this fear stems from an experience he had at a young age, when his father showed him two men who were presumed to be lovers (they were roommates vibes), murdered and castrated, with him basically using it as a lesson to show Ennis that being gay was wrong and would get you killed.

Jack on the other hand was a little less discomforted or fearful at the idea of being with a man, in that we actually saw him return the following summer to Brokeback Mountain hoping Ennis would be there, only for him to show up alone. We saw how after this he confidently approached a man at the bar hoping to get to know him, only to get rejected and risk getting hate crimed (foreshadowing 😭). And we saw how, over time, Jack’s struggle had more to do with being hurt over Ennis’ unwillingness to commit or even just consider the possibility of them being together long term, even despite the risk of being gay in the 60’s.

Near the end of the film, upon Jack’s death, Ennis discovers from his father that over the past 20 years since they met at Brokeback Mountain, Jack constantly brought it up to his folks, how Ennis, his friend, was going to move up to their ranch and they were going to build a cabin and live together and take over for the family.

Jack was often the one in the moment taking the chances for them to be together. He was the one who mentioned that they could go to Mexico, with Ennis furiously rejecting it saying ‘you know what happens to people like you there??’

But what’s even more painful, is that in this same scene, Ennis’ acknowledges the truth more directly, and why it’s so painful is because it ends up ironically coming true:

Here, Ennis is basically saying that if he decides to be with Jack for real, aka faces his queerness head on, that’s going to be the thing that gets them (Jack) killed. Shortly after this, Jack loses it and has that infamous ass monologue, followed by Ennis breaking down over how it’s Jack’s fault that he’s this way in the first place.

In the end, when Jack dies, Ennis finds out about what happened from Jack’s wife, Lureen Newsome, who said Jack was pumping up a flat out on a backroad when his tire blew up, with the rim of the tire slamming his face, breaking his nose and jaw, and knocking him unconscious on his back. By the time someone drove by on the deserted backroad, he had drowned in his own blood.

The audience might’ve believed this story, if it wasn’t for how rehearsed it sounded coming out of Lureen’s mouth, but it also doesn’t help that images of Jack being hate crimed as his true cause of death are flashing across Ennis’s mind in real time while Lureen is telling him about the ‘accident’.

While it’s left up to interpretation, it’s implied from what his wife and father said, that Jack was hate-crimed by his father in law, with it being covered up.

Broken nose? Broken jaw?… Those are the kinds of wounds someone endures after being beaten up. And if it’s happening to the point of death, then he was essentially beaten to death.

This then fits into what Jack’s father said, because apparently, shortly before he died, he’d told his father he’d found a different friend that was going to come up there to the ranch with him. And so it’s very likely Lureen’s father caught wind of this as his plans to leave neared, leading to his murder (Jack also bitched his father in law tf out in an epic way, which on its own felt unnecessary in the moment, but within the context of this makes a whole lot more sense).

Either way, it seems Jack waited for Ennis to change his mind. 20 years he waited, and when Ennis didn’t, Jack finally moved on with someone else who made an offer of his own years before, only to get murdered just as Ennis feared he would if he decided to live his life authentically.

Ennis initially found out like this, in a postcard that bounced of him inquiring Jack about seeing each other again after that last massive fall out where they had, only for Ennis’s worst fear to be realized:

Nov 7th with deceased stamped across it has me spiraling 😭

Now, obviously Brokeback Mountain is one of the most well known queer films of all time, like there’s no denying that. So it’s fairly easy to assume ST could be taking some inspiration from this film just like they have with hundreds upon hundreds of other films. But especially if they are planning to go the queer route, homage to this film is pretty much guaranteed (there’s also one more reason it might be guaranteed, but I’m saving that for the end 🤣).

Regardless, as you can probably already tell, it’s very easy to see similarities between Ennis with Mike and Jack with Will.

Mike getting the ‘you see Michael? You see what happens?’ treatment from his father, in the first episode in the series, is very Ennis coded in that this is a TV show that follows that up with seasons of Mike pushing Will away from him, with it leading to a boiling point where he says, ‘What did you think? Really? That we were never gonna get girlfriends? That we were just gonna sit in my basement in play games for the rest of our lives?’ with Will responding, ‘Yeah. I guess I did. I really did,’ aka extremely Jack coded.

The really epic thing about this though, is that ST is clearly going on a different journey than Brokeback Mountain did, in that it’s simply subverting the bury your gays trope. While they are acknowledging the risk of being queer in the 80’s, they’re not letting it end ‘realistically’ like many people have insisted it must because that is the only option. And this will be a satisfying ending because it’s coming as a response to all those heartbreaking stories before it that have reinforced this idea that happy endings just aren’t an option for gay people who simply want to be together.

While Ennis and Jack didnt get their happy ending like they wanted, Mike and Will on the other hand 😏

And last but not least, on a more hilariously ironic note, the guy who Jack was going to settle for in the end instead of Ennis, was a guy named Randall Malone, played by none other than David fucking Harbour.

#byler #stranger things #brokeback mountain #am I late to the party #yes yes I am #but I was puny when this movie came out so I am just catching up 😭#anyways #I balled my eyes out at the end when Ennis’a worst fear came true #it sucked #although it followed the bury your gays trope #I will say it was still good in that it presented the risk from the very beginning #so the foreshadowing was there at least 😔#anyways will is so jack coded 😭#the way he excitedly drove to meet up with ennis after he found out about his divorce bc he thought it meant they could be together now #only for ennis to be like nothing changes if anything we have to see each other even less 😭#and jack just drives home balling 😭

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dear-mrs-otome · 4 months

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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ilevamp Galileo #am i considering buying the lucky bag just for this???#yes yes i am #just gonna be FERAL nbd #those hip lines have me RABID

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the-last-thread-of-my-sanity · 2 months

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It honestly makes sense to me for Armin and Annie to have an awkward little crush on each other in their cadet days, and I think it’s because they are both kind of incapable of normal flirting.

Not of being sharp-witted or sarcastic- because they both are- but there are so many instances where someone is talking to them and they just take whatever they are saying totally literally.

Armin is so earnest in everything he says and assumes the same in other people- in a lot of conversations with Jean he misses the joke (relatable honestly). And Annie on the other hand is dead-pan and serious in everything she says, even when she is joking. So, I feel like all of their conversations occurred because most people would hear something Annie would say and be like “Oh, wow, what a bitch,” and Armin would just be like “Sure, and also another thing..” because he’s an excessive yapper who doesn’t pick up on conversational subtext sometimes.

And it becomes an unstoppable force (Armin) meets an immovable object (Annie) and eventually she just lets her guard down and keeps talking to him.

As full of tension as it is, I always think about in Stohess when they are walking with Eren and Mikasa and Annie is poking holes in his plan and straight up calling it stupid and Armin just backs it up with more reasoning without even getting offended or flustered and this look passes between Eren and Mikasa like ‘are they flirting right now?’ Because yes, actually, they are- but in a way only the two of them ever could.

Which is why I think their conversation on the boat is so adorable because it’s the first time either of them have tried to beat around the bush in a conversation and it’s so uncomfortable for two people just used to stating verbatim whatever they’re thinking.

In short, I think the way they communicate with each other is adorable and so unique to them, and it makes sense in the end that Armin would understand Annie in a way that no one else does.

#armin artlert #annie leonhardt #armin x annie #aruannie #aruani #cadet aruani #am i sort of implying that both of them are slightly neurodivergent #yes yes i am #you don’t have to agree but like… there’s a case for it is all I’m sayin

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flourishing-toxicity · 4 months

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This is the best look I swear the yellow eyes while the rest of him is normal it's just liked controlled rage and I love it.

Bonus Bigby looking like a sassy lil bitch-

That's a fucking "go ahead shoot see what happens," look and I'm here for it.

#bigby wolf #the wolf among us #I am once again on my shit #am I thirsting for him you ask #yes yes I am #very shamelessly

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taki-yaki · 3 months

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The Chains That Bind Us

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader/Tav Word Count:785 Part 2

After refusing the ascendant's gift of immortality, he seeks to keep you bound to him, even if a pact has to be made to do so. (Tw: Minor mention of blood, unwilling one-sided contract?)

As promised here is more in-depth writing about Tav becoming an undead warlock with A!Astarion as the patron.

For the Tav in this, they are already a warlock with an Archfey but you can insert whichever patron you see fit.

After you parted ways from the vampire ascend, after the defeat of the nether-brain, you thought that was the last you'd hear of him. You refused his "gift" of immortality in exchange for keeping your humanity.

Until one day you returned for a reunion party with your companions at Baldur's gate to be hosted by the vampire lord in his palace.

5 years have passed since then, surely he wouldn't have any lingering feelings for you after so long, he said that he already had everything he wanted when you left him.

Upon arriving at the palace, Astarion takes you aside to discuss about some politics with you.

Accepting his offer naively thinking that you were nothing more than old comrades nowadays despite your past.

Entering the small office space, you see a large pile of papers sitting on the centre table, they give off a necrotic aura, and the quick glace makes you think it's a contract with Mephistopheles.

He points towards the papers, an offer, a way to be with him still, staying as a mortal and allowing you to still venture around Faerun. Be finally free from the mischief that your fey patron causes you in day-to-day life. Refuse and it will be the last you ever see of your companions.

A simple offer he's sure that you can't refuse and he knows. Either walk away now and betray your companions or accept being forced to give up your old contract and accept the whims of your new patron.

Frantically flicking through the pages of the contract, looking for any sort of technicality in the binding that can be used to your advantage is useless. Every single possible loophole or trick has been closed off to you.

Devastation fills you, but you shouldn't feel surprised, after all, he was a magistrate over two centuries ago. Such legally binding faults must be accounted for at all costs.

Leaving you with only one choice, you sign the contract, your name written in blood upon the rotting paper.

As you feel the last soft fey giggle in the distance fade away from you, the sudden emptiness is felt before the power of necrotic magic wraps around you, in body and soul, bound to your new patron as the contract demands.

He treats you well within his palace, a whole personal suite to yourself and serves only the finest food that the whole of Faerun has to offer. But why would a vampire ascendant want to make a pact with a mortal in the first place?

A vampire lord can't start a war with another so easily, besides it just gives them a bad publicity image. So why not send the hero of Baldur's gate to kill them, no one would bother to think twice as much.

Most tasks given by him are either to scout on the local gossip of high nobles in the city or to destroy any minor uprisings against the vampire lord, whether it is a few monster hunters to stray vampire spawn, they must be rid of at any cost, in fear of what the punishment would be for disobeying.

The power that a vampire ascend can offer to a warlock is far greater than that of a lord.

Manifesting the ascendant's dreadful power through your form of dread, not only makes you immune to being frightened so easily but changes slight parts of your physical body undergoes temporary transformation. Once dull canines now sharp enough to bite your tongue out, nails that could claw through any foe, sharp and ready to strike. You swear that your eyes glow in a deep shade of red.

Although this transformation makes you wince in pain the first few times, after a while you adjust to it reluctantly.

As your pact grows stronger with him, you start to notice small changes on your body.

The touch of the sun is no longer a gentle glow that rests on your skin, but now carries a light sting on your flesh. It never leaves a mark but the pain lingers.

The slight of blood makes your mouth water, thoughts running wild of what type of flavour each one would bring, but never giving in to the impulsion.

Glances of your reflection in the mirror would never be solid, always dancing between the fine lines of translucently.

You know keep down that you can't kill him yourself, as the contract stated "Should thou harm thou pact owner, shall be made into spawn". As if the bond isn't having that effect on you already. A slow but manageable pain.

All you can hope is that one day someone will rise up and finally free you from these chains.

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Hope you guys liked this, I still have a few extra ideas that I couldn't put here cause this post would be a lot longer. But if you guys want a part 2, I'll be happy to serve.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #writing #headcanon #ascended astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x durge #warlock #astarion x dark urge #astarion x reader #had fun writing this but trying to think of a good reason for the contract was a bit tough #also am I putting a little bit of bias to archfey warlocks #yes yes I am #also had to re-read a lot of epilogue dialogue for some parts

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oppienheimer · 11 months

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listen i used to watch the mandalorian leisurely like it was a tv show i would put on whilst having dinner, a cute show about a space dad and his smol potato son and then this mf comes and says “i serve you, lady kryze. your song is not yet written. i will serve you until it is” and i’m like

#i did NOT need to become obsessed with this show #much less have a new otp #i am suiNG #but also when is the mandalorian s4 coming out #and pls make them hold hands and kiss already ty uwu #am i going to rewatch only to analyse #the subtle dinbo moments before they dropped that bomb…?#yes yes i am #dinbo #the mandalorian #din djarin #bo katan kryze #alessa talks #text post

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cosmicwahoo · 4 months

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Beach Day II

#lokius #loki #mobius #loki series #myart #Just thinking again about the boys being beach bums #also can’t get Loki in a wetsuit out of my brain fuck man #also Loki would defo let his hair grow out #also mobius and his many Hawaiian shirts dammit #am I really drawing summer stuff in the dead of winter?#yes yes I am #beach bum au

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tamlinfairchild · 2 months

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Sometimes I remember how Sirius Black got completely unhinged and decided “I want to commit the murder I was imprisoned for”. I love that quote because boy, he’s really gone through shit and snapped, and can we even blame him?

And that is the same kind of unhinged attitude Tamlin COULD have had under the mountain, it would literally have made sense that he would refuse to save Rhysand’s life because then he’d be atleast deserving of the hatred people had for him.

But he rose above that. He’s a better person than the entire IC combined.

#mila rambles #am I comparing faves #yes yes I am #Tamlin #sirius black #pro tamlin

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analogwriting · 3 months

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Star-Crossed

Prologue: Zemra

Corazon x gn!reader word count: 3.2k a/n: I'M BACK BITCHES. here's the mafia au i've been dying to do. hopefully y'all like it lmfao. also, i think i'm just going to keep text normal size this time around.

“You can’t keep running forever, y/n.” A voice rang through the empty warehouse, making you grimace.

You were currently crouched behind a crate, holding your arm with one hand; gun in the other. A bullet went clean through your arm. It stung like hell, but you didn’t exactly have time to stitch it up right now. Quickly, you ripped off your sleeve, tying it around your bicep to at least try to slow down the bleeding. You were lightheaded, but you couldn’t let yourself pass out.

You’d already taken down two guys. How many were left? You weren’t sure. There was only one voice but the other’s could be keeping quiet for all you knew. Your eyes closed and you took a deep breath to calm yourself down so you could listen. One set of footsteps. One person breathing. Good. Just one left. Now…where was he?

Bingo.

You took a deep breath, opening your eyes. “You’ll bleed out at this rate. Just give in.” Man, did this guy ever shut up? His voice was like nails on a chalkboard to you. You moved, twisting out from behind the crate and aiming your gun. “If I’m going down, I’m not going down alone,” you said, firing your gun and landing a shot right in between his eyes. At least if you did end up bleeding out, so would three of their men.

The man dropped and you let out a long sigh that you hadn’t realized you had been holding. You leaned against the crate, closing your eyes. How the hell did you get in this situation again? Right. Your father sent you here to try and negotiate with the Donquixote family. Turns out it was just an ambush and three men had jumped you. They were pretty low level men, but an ambush nonetheless. You were almost slightly offended they’d send such weak people, but you were also glad. You tried to tell your father it was a dumb idea, but he didn’t listen.

Fuck, you didn’t even want to be here. You didn’t want to fucking do this anymore. You just wanted to focus on your studies and become a doctor. You were tired of death and destruction. You wanted to help people. You hated every bit of this, but your father was the head of your family and you didn’t want to disappoint him. You felt like you had no choice. He never said anything like that, it was just something you told yourself. You loved your father and just wanted to make him proud.

You’d thought about leaving several times before. Something told you that your father would probably let you. He wasn’t an awful man and he knew this life wasn’t for everyone, however you were his only heir. A fortune you didn’t fucking want, but you felt like you had to do it.

You closed your eyes once more, taking a deep breath before heading out of the warehouse. You needed to head back. This was a bust and your father was going to be pissed. After all, his only child was injured because of his own decision. He truly held too much trust in people - even if they were his rivals.

The Donquixote family was your father’s number one rival as he was theirs. There were other mafia families around, yes, but your two families were the strongest and most influential. As well as had the most territory. It was only natural for you to rival one another. You also didn’t typically go on runs like this. Since you were your father’s child, you were usually well protected and out of harm’s way to ensure the safety of an heir or whatever the fuck have you. Your father was trying to get rid of the bad blood and reach some kind of truce. He was never one to really be involved in turf wars. He just wanted to be left alone to do his thing but the Donquixote family made that difficult.

You were his olive branch and they had tried to metaphorically snap you in two. Physically? They just tried to riddle you with bullets. You weren’t doing this shit again though. This was the one and only time. Your father wouldn’t put you in a situation like that again, not that you’d ever agree either.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you headed out of the warehouse and down an alley. You were worse for wear - you just needed to make it to your own hideout, then you could take care of yourself. Everything would be fine.

Just as you were turning a corner, you ran smack dab into someone, sending them toppling backwards. You stumbled as they crashed to the ground. “Oh shit, I’m sorry I-” You froze as you looked at who was before you, eyes widening.

Donquixote Rosinante.

You pulled out your gun, pointing it at him and backing away from him. Your arm was long forgotten at this point as your adrenaline picked back up. What the hell was he doing here? The last you heard, he was missing. How was he here? Were those rumors a lie? Was your information false? So many questions swam through your mind as your anxiety rose. Was he part of the ambush?

He finally gathers himself, locking eyes with you as he sees you; moreso the gun you were pointing at him. You’re glad that you were wearing a face covering that masked half your face. There was no way he could be able to tell who you were.

He doesn’t look scared that you’re pointing a gun at him as expected of someone in a family like yours, but he slowly lifts his hands in surrender. “I don’t know who you are, but I don’t want to fight.” He spoke slowly, watching you like a hawk. His eyes glanced to the injury on your arm.

You narrowed your eyes at him, grimacing. “And how do I know that? How do I know you weren’t about to ambush me like your buddies did?”

Confusion consumed his features as he looked back at your eyes.. “Ambush? Buddies? I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me. Why the hell else would you be lurking around in an alley?”

He looked at you for a long moment, but still didn’t try to make any sudden movements. “Well, it seems you know who I am, so I suppose you also know that I’ve been missing? I’m in hiding. I don’t want any trouble.”

“How do I know you’re not bluffing?”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t be on the ground before you if this was planned would I?”

You opened your mouth to respond when a small voice spoke out. “C-Corazon? Is it safe to come out now?” You went rigid as you heard a child’s voice. Panic rose in Rosinante’s eyes as the voice rang through the alleyway. He looked at you, silently pleading. Is this why he had went missing? He had a kid? Well, if he had the kid, he’d probably call him ‘dad’ not ‘Corazon.’ What was going on?

Immediately, you uncocked your gun and hid it away. You weren’t about to let a child witness any kind of violence. The man before you looked surprised by your actions, but didn’t say anything. It wasn’t uncommon for some families to indoctrinate children at a young age to be a part of the ‘family business’. You were a prime example of that. For as long as you can remember, you were taught the ways of the family. That didn’t mean you thought it was right.

“N-Not quite, kiddo. Just wait a bit longer, I’m still checking.” Not once did he take his eyes off of you, wary of your presence; even without the gun. You didn’t blame him, you weren’t exactly on the same side and you had just pointed a gun at him. As far as he knew, you were enemies and you could pounce at any moment.

“I’m surprised you’re not trying to hold the kid against me,” he said to you tartly.

You narrowed your eyes at him, scoffing. “I’m not a monster. Kids don’t need to see the ugly side of things.” Your voice softened slightly without really realizing it. Rosinante’s face seemed to mirror yours as it softened as well.

“At least we agree on something.”

You stuck out your hand and he flinched, making you roll your eyes.“I’m trying to help you, moron.”

“Why?”

“Cause you’re no longer in this life, why would I hold your past against you? At least one of us got out.”

Rosinante looked at you for a long moment before tentatively reaching out, taking your hand. You helped him up, the man quickly towering over you. Fuck, you heard that some of them were fucking tall, but it was different being next to someone of such stature. He looked like he wanted to ask you something before the two of you were interrupted.

Coughing rang through the alleyway causing the man before you to go into a small panic as he took off. “Kid! I told you to stay inside!”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Is he sick?” you asked, following the other.

“What does it matter to you?”

“I can help. I’m a doctor,” you said with resolve in your voice.. Well, you were technically still in school, but you were his best bet in this situation. You weren’t about to let a small child die on your watch. He stopped, looking at you for a long moment. The coughing started up again along with the child weakly calling his name causing him to run over at a faster pace.

You felt your body move before you could process what was going on. Rosinante went down but you caught him right before he smacked his face on the pavement. “Careful. You can’t help him if you’re down for the count,” you lightly scolded. He just looked at you, shocked that you caught him. You helped him up once more and he stopped in front of one of the alleyway entrances.

You gasped at the sight. The child looked so small and frail - it was clear that he was very sick. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he was older than he looked. “What are his symptoms?” Rosinante quickly knelt down, catching the small boy as he fell from his coughing fit. You saw the bright red contrasting with his pale lips.

“We need to get him to the hospital. We can go to the one I work at I-”

“No, no hospitals. No one can figure it out anyway. I’ve taken him to every doctor in the region. I also don’t want anyone looking into us too much.” A deep frown set on the man’s features and you shook your head.

“You didn’t bring him to me.” You looked at him with determination in your eyes. “I will find out what’s wrong with him and I will help him.” Rosinante blinked as he looked at you. “Why?”

You shook your head. “I’m not going to let an innocent child die. It’s against my whole oath as a doctor.” The child coughed again, whining softly in pain. He looked from the child in his arms back to you before nodding. “Please help him.” The desperation in his voice hurt your heart, but you nodded back. “Let’s go.”

Once at the hospital, you were able to immediately check them into a room. The hospital you were currently at wasn’t the busiest hospital and it was currently slower hours anyway. Not to mention it also wasn’t flu season, so you didn’t have to worry about that either. It was a run down close to a shack kind of place.

It also helped that you were somewhat of a star pupil - you could do just about anything you wanted and no one would bat an eye.

After settling down in a room, you looked at Rosinante. “I’m going to need to run several tests. I’m going to have you wait in the waiting room.” Panic rose in his eyes and he was about to protest when you held up your hand. “If I wanted to kill him or use him against you, I would’ve done it already. I would never hurt a child, know that if nothing else about me. Also, I don’t need a hovering parent. It drives me fucking insane.” You rolled your eyes at the last part. Nothing annoyed you more than helicopter parents. You were the doctor, not them.

He seemed to mull over your words before finally resigning.

Now you could do what you needed.

You gathered all the samples you needed and began to run tests. While you waited for results, you let Rosinante back into the room to sit with the patient. You never asked his name, planning on erasing all evidence that they were here to begin with. You didn’t need anyone coming around and snooping. The cameras around here were broken anyway; that worked in your favor.

As the results slowly came back, trying to figure out what was wrong with the child accompanying Rosinante was like an impossible puzzle. He would have symptoms of some things and when you thought you had your answer, another test result would prove you wrong. You were pouring over different case studies of less known illnesses. It was something you did in your pastime anyway.

Then you finally connected enough dots for a diagnosis. One result you had in reminded you of a case you had read not too long ago. It was a specific disease that attacked small children and could be deadly if not caught in time. There were only about a dozen or so cases pertaining to it too. You could only hope that it wasn’t too late.

“Can I talk to you in the hallway?” You looked at the tall man who hadn’t really left the small child’s side. He looked between you and him before nodding. He joined you in the hallway.

“I have some news.”

The blond’s face fell. “You couldn’t figure it out, could you?” He sighed. “It’s fine. I expected as such-”

“Pessimistic much?” You let out a small laugh and he looked at you, startled. He didn’t even let you so much as say a word before he started talking hopelessly. Though, you didn’t blame him. If he went so many places and they couldn’t figure it out, how could he have hope?

“Does that mean?” His eyes widened, hope shining through. You smiled at him, nodding. “I pulled two all nighters, but I figured it out.”

He scooped you up in his arms and spun you around. Your face immediately heated, starting to feel dizzy. “Oh this is wonderful! Thank you so much!”

“O-Okay, please put me down!” You felt sick being spun in circles like that. “Oh right. I apologize.” He set you down, beaming at you. “I can’t believe it. I had lost all hope. We traveled to all kinds of hospitals near and far. No one could figure it out. How did you do it?”

You shrugged. “My specialty is knowing too much about cases that have small numbers. You never know when you might need to know it.” You looked at him. “Seems my weird hobby came in handy, huh? Now, let’s talk treatment plan.”

Back in the room, you started administering the right, and very specific, medications, a certain diet while he was on said medication, and having Rosinante do certain exercises with him as well. Though, the tall man was clumsier than anyone you had ever met in your life. You ended up having to make sure you moved them to the small gym whenever they did the exercises because he kept running into everything. Sure, this hospital might have been run down, but you weren’t about to let him make it even worse.

It wasn’t long before there was improvement in his behavior. Color was returning to his face, he was coughing less and less, he seemed to have more of an appetite. And before you knew it, he was just fine.

You never once asked for the child’s name in the month you worked with them, knowing Rosinante wanted to keep this all under wraps. He wanted to be able to get out of here cleanly and you didn’t blame him.

Today, you were looking over his charts in the desolate hallway and the man peeked his head out of the room. You looked up at him, blinking. “Can I help you?” He slipped out, closing the door. “I just…want to thank you again.”

“You really don’t have to-”

“But I want to. You’ve done nothing but help me despite how we met. You’ve done so much for us without asking for anything in return. Even going as far as letting us get out of here without a trace.”

“You’re out of that messy lifestyle and I’m determined to help you with that. If I can’t get out, at least someone else can.” You made a face, shaking your head. If you couldn’t get out of this, you wanted to make sure someone else did. A small idea sparked in the back of your brain, but Rosinante quickly drew your attention from it.

“Before we go, am I allowed to know the name of our savior?”

The entire time you were working with him this past month, you never once gave him your name. You also kept your face hidden behind a facemask and hair in a bonnet. You just didn’t want to risk it. Your colleagues also steered clear as you pretty much threatened them all. You told them not to answer any questions about you either. At least no personal information. You didn’t want him to know who you were, not that you were even sure he would if you showed yourself.

Though, if he knew your name, he’d definitely know who you were.

“I think it’s best if you didn’t.” You shook your head. “It’s easier that way.”

“Fair enough.” He let out a long sigh, looking through the window and to the boy who was currently sleeping on the bed.

“You’re good to leave as soon as he wakes up if you want. We’re done with his treatment and he seems to be stable.” You paused. “I have one request.”

Rosinante nodded eagerly. “Anything.”

You shot him a look that read that you weren’t messing around. “Keep him out of that lifestyle.”

He blinked at your words before nodding. He smiled. “Of course. That’s the plan.”

You smiled through your mask, nodding back. “Good.”

He looked at you for a long moment before looking at your arm. “How’s it healing?” he asked.

You blinked, looking from him to your arm. You shrugged. “As good as a bullet wound can be, I guess.”

“Was that from the ambush you mentioned when we first met?” You nodded with a sigh.

“Who was it with? My family I assume? Why?”

You just looked at him, shaking your head. That was too much information still. He pursed his lips together, nodding. “Gotcha. Well, I’m glad you’re better. Thank you again for everything you’ve done for the both of us. I mean it.”

With that, he headed back inside.

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