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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 3 years

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Fluffabet! - Tulula

@dat-silvers-girl you tagged me in this I don’t even know how long ago. You probably don’t even remember, that’s how late I am. Nonetheless, nonetheless! I recently got an anon asking me about Tulula as well, and so I shall heal two birds with one veterinarian! (What, what do you mean that’s not the phrase? I like it better this way.) Let’s go ahead and tag @weirdcursedvaultkid @carewyncromwell and @carmilla-the-bird if you’ve already done it and want to do it again you could totally do a different ship? Or anything you like. Let’s go!

A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Merula is attracted to Tulip’s outlook, her tendency toward chaos and ability to plan such chaos so meticulously. That smirk is a killer as well. Tulip, meanwhile, is attracted to Merula’s unwavering ambition and her dominant personality. Her eyes are pretty captivating, too. I think Tulip’s passion for mayhem rubbed off on Merula, and I think her taste for glory rubbed off on Tulip. So they became a little bit like each other.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not)

I feel like Tulip would love the idea of having a youngin’ that was theirs, that she and Merula could train as their apprentice in the ways of trouble - and with how Tulip was raised, you know that’s exactly what she would do. Merula is a tricky case...I feel like she’d be conflicted about having children. I think having a family environment would definitely help her mental health thrive, but I also think she wouldn’t know what to do with a child. She hasn’t exactly had the best examples to go on with motherhood.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Merula reads to me as someone who would hide her face while cuddling, like in Tulip’s hair, neck, or chest. I also definitely see Merula being shorter, so I can just picture Tulip pulling her into her lap all of the time. It reminds me of that meme. Tulip cuddling Merula and gushing about how cute she is, and Merula sleepily muttering that she could kick her ass.

D= Dates (What are dates with them)

They’re adventures, for sure! These two little delinquents are going to go off to explore the Forbidden Forest, check out all of the abandoned corridors and rooms in the castle, probably searching for a Cursed Vault. Or else just planning a big prank on someone they want to get back at. Competing with others and (playfully) with each other, they’ve definitely got a scoreboard.

E= Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“Merula, you are the one who makes it worth it. The chaos in the world is a wonderful thing, but I can’t imagine experiencing it without you. It all seems so dull and pointless. You invigorate me, you motivate me.”

“Blimey, you really are mad for me, aren’t you? Hehe. Well, I suppose...you mean a lot to me too, you know? I know I don’t normally say it, talking about this kind of thing is awkward. But even if I’m the most powerful date in Hogwarts...you could give me a run for my money.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do. And I’m not saying it a second time, so savor it.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

I so firmly and sincerely believe that Tulip knew as soon as she betrayed Merula. I feel like they would have been somewhat open with each other about having more-than-friendly feelings, but it wouldn’t have been anything official, since, y’know, they’re preteens at this point. But when Tulip leaves Merula, it truly sinks in just what she’s lost. Merula would shrug it off and try to tell herself she’s over Tulip - but seeing her working with MC and being friends with them...yeah, that would be the moment Merula realized and probably skulked off to hex a training dummy and cry. Mutual pining and mutual pain, be still my heart.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

As much as we all snort at the idea of Merula being gentle, I think she can be, given the right context. It’s not a side of her that anyone would see very often, so even Tulip would normally get her default personality. But when they’re alone and at peace, I could see Merula softening. For Tulip, I think it would be far easier. I think she actually adapts herself to be less gentle for Merula’s sake, since Merula tends to respond more to power. One of Tulip’s greatest strengths as a partner is the ability to adapt.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I feel like Tulip does this thing where she embraces Merula from behind and grabs her hand. Not to mention grabbing her hand when they’re running from Filch. And it just becomes a habit for her, so that even when Merula is hugging her, Tulip holds her hands. But it would be a much bigger moment the first time that Merula actually reached for Tulip’s hand of her own accord. Whatever you do, don’t imagine Tulip tearing up when it happens.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

I think Tulip made it her mission to prank everyone in her class before the first year was over. If you want to get into head-canons, that could mean that any number of hijinks from Year 1 were actually caused by Tulip, including the “You are a [House]” schemes. But Merula was the one person that she failed to prank, Merula caught the act before it was complete. Which probably led to them developing a mutual admiration for each other, after the initial conflict.

J= Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Merula does. Boy oh boy, does she get jealous. I feel like Tulip wouldn’t necessarily, but it could depend. Merula is highly insecure and I think she very much was jealous when MC and Tulip started hanging out. Likewise, I also think that Tulip was jealous of Merula and MC in Year 5, and Merula even taunted her about it during that scene in Jacob’s Room. But I think Merula wants Tulip all to herself. Tulip, I think, wouldn’t be that strict...but she would hate the idea of Merula just completely moving on to someone else and having no room left in her heart for the rebellious ravenclaw. Which is probably what’s happened by Year 6...

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Not really sure. All I know is that Merula really wants to snog Tulip but is awkward about it. So either because it’s her nature or because she knows Merula is insecure, Tulip is probably the one to pull her in. I’d imagine that Tulip initiated the first kiss as well, or it might have been a same/time thing. If we want to have more heartbreaking fun, just picture Tulip wishing Merula luck before the Portrait Vault and asking her to be careful. And then blindsiding her with the first kiss. What if Merula wasn’t just being all shy and sheepish early on in that chapter because she was connecting with MC, but because of that too?

L= Love (Who says ‘I love you first?)

With how emotionally guarded and repressed Merula is, it was definitely Tulip. I also feel like neither of them would really have verbal expression as a way of expressing their feelings, because they’re both awkward as all hell. Merula shows her affection through expressions of power, and Tulip with her pranks. They’re in a constant effort to prove themselves to each other when there’s no need, always missing the point ironically at least until they're older.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Going off the idea that they became partners in crime after Tulip tried and failed to prank Merula, I feel like they became similar to the Marauders and explored the Castle for Cursed Vaults. I have this headcanon that they discovered the Room of Requirement at this time and initially investigated it just in case it was a Cursed Vault. It wasn’t, but it became like their sanctuary for a while before they moved to Jacob’s Room. In my head-canons, when they eventually reconcile (they will, damn it!) they’ll return to the “sanctuary” room as neither has ever been able to open the Room without each other.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

No idea if either of them is particularly wealthy, but I like to imagine that when it comes to love languages, Tulip is more of an “acts of service” sort of person. She’d pull off all kinds of schemes in the hope of making Merula smile or laugh. Merula strikes me as a physical touch sort of person, and I feel like she wouldn’t be much of a gift giver either, but they could definitely go all out given the right circumstances. I feel like Tulip, post-graduation, would engineer a scheme to try and break Merula’s parents out of Azkaban. She would of course, fail, but imagine Merula trying not to cry as she realizes how lucky she is.

O= Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

This one is rather simple, but I feel like the colors that remind Tulip of Merula is either emerald green, or violet. To match either her House, or her eyes. The colors that remind Merula of Tulip are crimson red (for her hair) and midnight blue, because she’s a Ravenclaw and also because it would resemble her Celestial Ball dress. Did these two go to the Celestial Ball together? Unlikely, given that they were at odds, but still possible. Otherwise, one of them could have looked on forlorn as the other danced with MC.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?

Merula has a tendency to refer to people by surname, and only use their first name if it’s a serious moment or if she’s grown to care about them. I feel like the opposite would come into play with Tulip. Most of the time she just calls her by her first name, but in more serious moments, she playfully calls her “Karasu.” Likewise...ever notice how Tulip, notorious for referring to people by first and last names every time...has only ever called Merula by her first name? Just saying. Other than that, I’d imagine she tried to use some nicknames for Merula playfully, stuff like “Meru” or “Ruru” or “Rula” and promptly dodged the incoming hex at the idea.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

I mean, they’re witches, so most of the hobbies and everyday things they come across aren’t going to be modern, especially in Merula’s case. But Merula appears to be a Quidditch fan, even if she doesn’t always let on. I feel as though Tulip doesn’t care about that, but could gladly get on board with playing alongside her. Meanwhile, Tulip strikes me as the kind of person to enjoy Wizard’s Chess. (EDIT: Apparently, this is straight up canon. Yay!) She would pull out victory in unexpected ways, make different plays that her opponents question as cheating or risque, but never be able to prove anything.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

I think this is where Tulip being more well adjusted than Merula would come into play. A rainy day would be the perfect chance to write some letters to folks they know and care about, that they could catch up with. Merula would scoff at the thought, wanting such people to contact them first. Tulip would talk her into helping or, if nothing else, sign the letters from both of them, bless her heart.

S = Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

Merula only knows how to measure things in terms of power and success. She would learn to translate that for Tulip, who is constantly insecure, I think, about who she is. I feel like the lack of love Tulip got from her parents affects her, and that she sees far too much of herself in Rakepick. Merula attempts to comfort her by reassuring Tulip that she is her own person. Unique and better than any of them. Likewise, I think Tulip very much imbibes negative energy from those around her, so Merula working on herself also helps, and just generally being nicer. Tulip, meanwhile, is good at adapting, like I said earlier. She learns quickly how to console Merula and feed her ego, understands when to be blunt and when to just let her win.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

I feel like Tulip always has a funny story to share, but winds up telling it in a way that the joke doesn’t land. I think Merula likes to boast about her adventures, but her self-praise rings hollow since no one else was there. In both cases, it’s an example of “you had to be there.” hence these two always prefer to stick together when they can, but are always willing to listen when the other needs to vent, and they often trade clever quips and one-liners, just overall a lot of fun banter.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Merula almost never relaxes. I think having Tulip around in general would help with that. I can imagine the two of them kicking back after a long day of adventures, sharing a pot of tea and chatting about the different antics they shared, as well as bringing one another up to speed on what the other missed. Bonus points if they’re cuddling on the couch. Again, I’m a sucker for that whole setup? Is Merula a big spoon or a little spoon? She’s obviously a knife. Just kidding, she’s a little spoon.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

This is Merula we’re talking about. She is constantly showing off and enjoys the attention because Tulip will inevitably get heart-eyes, every time. Whether it’s mastering a new spell, bullying and/or “standing up to” someone she had a quarrel with, or even just a new style for her hair, Merula would always want Tulip’s attention. I feel like Tulip is mostly proud of her schemes and ability to plan big events, usually ones that cause mayhem, and those are her proudest accomplishments.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?

So, my vision is that Tulip’s initial prank that she planned on Merula, who she saved for last, involved knocking her into the fountain of the Hogwarts Courtyard. Merula saw this coming and dodged at the last second, instead pushing Tulip into the fountain. To her immense surprise, Tulip was not angry, she was delighted at having been outsmarted. My belief is that some time after Hogwarts, maybe after the second war ends, maybe before it starts...Tulip takes Merula to some garden where there’s a fountain, and abruptly knocks both of them into the water. Once they’re in there, Tulip pulls out the ring. Obviously, Merula says yes, before security chases them off.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Oh I’m so glad you asked, my friend. Their song, in-universe, is the Celestina Warbeck song called “You Charmed The Heart Right Out Of Me.” This is something that I believe they shared, a love of Celestina Warbeck and of singing in general - though Merula was the only one who was good at it, of course. Seriously, this one would have been in the songbook, and circled with a bunch of hearts. Don’t @ me. It just would have. Additionally, if we’re talking about out-of-universe, this song reminds me a lot of the storm that Tulula would be.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yup! The fountain incident is the proposal, and I think Tulip knew she wanted to marry Merula for years, even before they left Hogwarts. Likewise, I think that Tulip’s attempt to free Merula’s parents clued Merula in to how she was really feeling as well, which previously she wasn’t able to access. So she would have secretly wanted to marry Tulip as well, but not had the guts to propose.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

They already have a pet and he is the magnificent Dennis. He is their son, and always watches over them, being just as much of a trickster as Tulip. Likewise, my interpretation is that Merula has a black cat called Bitten who is just as much of a grumpy ass as Merula. Bitten and Dennis have a close friendship, even if it’s unconventional and Bitten refuses to let on that he cares, he will allow Dennis to sleep in his bed without biting him.

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yoosungiib · 6 years

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I have a really triggering request but in your rules it says you take triggering requests, so I hope this is ok..? Can you do, um, a headcanon where Vanderwood comes home and finds MC on the floor having been raped after someone broke into the house. Like it had nothing to do with his agency, just some burglar or something. Can you include what he would do to take care of her and help her recover, and how he would comfort her? Thank you so much

Yes, I do take triggering requests such as this, however, because this is such an intense request, and something I think a lot of people will be uncomfortable about, I will be putting the headcanon under the cut so there is no chances that someone may accidentally see something they did not want to see.

I hope darling that something so terrible like this has never happened to you. If something so unfortunate has happened to you, please know that you are not alone, and that there are people who want to help and support you. Whether it be a trusted family member, a friend, a therapist, or even a teacher, there is someone who is looking out for you and will willingly help you with all they can. Saying that, if you need someone to talk to privately, my messages are always open whether you need the extra support or just someone to talk to.

I will attach an United States support line here: 800.656.HOPE (4673). This will connect you to a trained staff member from RAINN. If you are in need of immediate services, please call your emergency line. If you would like a support number for your area, you can contact me and I will help you to find it.

Trigger Warning; Rape, violence, murder

Vanderwood coming home to find MC has been raped

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Vanderwood huffed as he trudged up the stairs to the 5th floor of the apartment complex, where your shared apartment was at the end of a long corridor. He sighed, slender fingers massaging his temple as he made his way down the corridor, a pounding headache behind his eyes as he thought back to all the chaos at 707’s bunker. “Idiot,” he groaned, finally having made it to the end of the hallway where your shared home was.

He quickly inserted his keys and pushed his body against the stiff door, shoving it open and cringing as the door scratches against the floorboard. He walks into the apartment, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees that the entirety of the living room is… destroyed. It takes him a moment to take everything in; the window curtains are torn, the couch has been rotated, trinkets and other stuff are thrown and scattered across the floor, pictures frames have fallen, and the small TV that is usually in the corner of the room is gone.

Slowly, he reaches behind to his back pocket and pulls out his gun, positioning and preparing himself for anything. He walks into the room, careful of the falling stuff on the ground. Was this the work of the agency? Oh god, where are you? He’s hoping you are not in the house, and maybe out grocery shopping like you told him you would be doing that morning.

He spins towards the kitchen, raising his gun up when he hears soft groaning, and then a female whimper.

It’s you.

He contemplates calling out to you, but having been an agent for so long, he knows that isn’t particularly a good idea, considering he doesn’t know whether or not whoever has broken in and ransacked the place is still here. But he can hear your pained whimpering, and his heart tears, so though he is cautious moving towards the kitchen, he is quick so he can get to you.

Vanderwood presumed the whimpering that was coming from you was due to the fact you were scared. Maybe you were hiding in the kitchen, underneath the table or in one of the cabinets beneath the sink, big enough for you to get in. He was telling himself you were probably safe, just scared and confused. But nothing could prepare him for the sight of you sprawled on your back on the ground, your head lolling side to side as you tried to push yourself off from the ground, but too weak to. Your lip split in half, dark red liquid oozing from the slash. But nothing could compare to the horror of your legs awkwardly spread apart with blood coating the entirety of your inner thighs, your hands hovering over your private area that was in view since your pants and undergarments had been shedding from you. And at that moment, he knew. He knew what had been done to you.

He dropped his gun and ran to you, falling to the ground and sliding across to you. Having not realized at first that he was home and even in the doorway, when you see him besides you suddenly, you let out a cry, reaching for him like a young child might for their mother. There was such desperation and fear in your eyes, that Vanderwood felt like he would break in front of you.

Though a voice inside of him said not to touch you, he had to collect you into his arms since you so desperately reached for him. His strong hands clutched you from your armpits, and he heaved your upper body up, laying on his lap. His hands were moving over your head - stroking your hair. Across your face - wiping at your tears and the blood that glided from the cut on your lip. Rubbing your arms - you were shivering so much.

He quickly slung his coat off of his shoulders and wrapped it around you. It was long enough that it was able to cover your whole upper body and your private area. Frantically and careful of your weak state in his arms, he reaches into the coat pocket and pulls out his phone. “V-Vandy…” you call meekly, lips quivering as you try to form words; everything that falls from your mouth is incoherent gables, and cries for him.

“MC, listen to me, I’m going to take you to the hospital.” Vanderwood doesn’t like to ever go to the hospital, only because he is afraid of the agency somehow finding you or him if your names are suddenly put in hospital records. Usually when you hurt yourself, and it’s a serious enough injury, since he has medical training he deals with any injuries. But this… this is a whole other story; this is not something he can just try to deal with on his own, no, you need to be taken to the hospital right away. You need help, more help than he can give you. “Hold my hand, baby, hold my hand,” he soothes. Any other day, he’d feel odd saying such a pet name that’s so foreign to his tongue, but now, he doesn’t care.

“I-I tried to stop him, I… he c-came through the w-window, and he started taking our stuff, so I tr-ried to stop him, but… but he grabbed me, a-a-and he shoved me to the ground,” Vanderwood felt the sudden urge to be sick. Dammit, he didn’t want you to say the word, he didn’t want you to say it. Though he knew already that was what happened, he didn’t want to hear it fall from your lips. “You h-held me down, and I tried to sc-cream, b-but… I couldn’t… and h-he… he f-forced himself inside-”

“Shh,” Vanderwood gently cuts you off, bending down to press his lips against your forehead. He squeezes your hand a little tighter, holding it against his cheek. He doesn’t cry, no, he never cries. But he wants to. But he can’t, not now, not when he needs to be strong for you. “Don’t talk. You’re going to be ok, I promise you.”

“Don’t let me go, please d-don’t leave me alone.” It broke him to hear you so desperate, to see you so scared as your face crumpled up, and you cried even more. Slobber dribbled from your mouth and down your chin as you heavily sobbed again. You arched your back as you felt a sudden pain in your lower regions, and Vanderwood utterly felt helpless. He didn’t know what to do to help you at the moment.

But he looked you in the eye as he started to dial Seven’s number and said, “I wouldn’t dream of it, love. I’m not going anywhere.” The line dials two times before Seven answers the phone.

“Hello, Madam-”

“Shut up, agent, I need you to meet me at Severance Hospital now,” he starts, beginning to pick you up and cradle you against his chest, his leather coat still wrapped around you. “Get your computers, every fucking one you can bring, and that hacker brother of yours. I need both of your helps, now.”

Seven drops his comical attitude within the second he hears the grave tone in Vanderwood’s voice. “What’s going on?” Seven asks with a seriousness only you have seen maybe once.

“Code orange,” Vanderwood says simply, hanging up immediately after saying, “Get at that damn hospital as soon as possible… please.”

Vanderwood runs with you in his arms, pushing past people in the hallways of the complex who gasp at the sight of blood running and dripping down your legs, and Vanderwood’s glare and shouts for everyone to move the hell out of his way.

His car is parked on the curb a good two blocks down from the apartment; a percussion he always took in case the agency ever found a way to track his car, but as he ran down the streets with you bleeding in his arms, crying into chest, he wished he hadn’t parked it so far.

At the car, with you in his arms ungracefully, he flung the back the door open for the back seat and quickly, but carefully situated you in the back. With the coat wrapped around your shivering body, he laid you on your back and buckled the seatbelts around you to keep you secure. As he went to close the door so he could move to the front seat, you cried out for her, begging you not to leave and it broke his heart. You were so scared, terrorized, and so out of it that you didn’t even realizing he was only going to be in the front seat.

He closed the door and quickly jumped in the front seat, starting the engine an reaching behind him to hold your hand as he drove, and though it was uncomfortable to do so since he had to keep his arm at an awkward angle, he didn’t care, as long as it gave you comfort.

Vanderwood broke every fucking traffic law, speeding through red lights, taking illegal turns, going through stop signs, going way over the speed limit – it’s a wonder he never got pulled over or stopped by authorities. Under five minutes he got you to the hospital which normally would be a twenty minute drive. He pulled you out of the back seat and booked it once again into the hospital.

“I need help! Now!” He started screaming, all the nurses in the emergency room looking up and eyes widening as they saw you becoming limp in his arms. A stretcher was rushed in and you were put on top of it. One of the nurses tried to take the coat off of you so they could replace it with a blanket but you howled, and if it weren’t that you were so weak, you would have pounced onto Vanderwood you were so terrified. “I’m here, I’m here,” he coed, holding your hand as they took you on the stretcher, hall after hall until you were brought to a room.

The process of the rape kit was long, painful, and frightening for the both of you.

Vanderwood struggled to keep you calm; he sat besides the bed in a chair. One hand held your hand while the other stroked your hair. He didn’t know entirely what to do to comfort you, so he hummed to you lightly, and whenever you started to get a little worked up, he’d sush you gently and start talking to you to distract you. He didn’t know if what he was doing was actually helping you, but he was truly lost.

You were uncomfortable during the examination. You got frightened when the brought out cameras and swabs. You didn’t want to remove the coat from around your body, but in the end Vanderwood managed to convince you to take it off, and promised you he’d personally wrap it back around you when it was over.

Your lip needed stitches, you still felt pain in your private areas since tissue had been torn from such force.

When the police came they questioned you and asked you to tell them from start to finish. Vanderwood watched as your eyes become glossy once again your bottom lip quivered. You took a few deep breaths, the police giving you time to answer. You looked over at Vanderwood, and he gave you a soft smile, nodding and encouraging you to tell them what happened. While the police would be making notes, he’d be making note too of everything you said so when the chance came, he could go after the bastard and deal with him himself.

“I was at home cleaning around the kitchen when I heard the door open. I thought it was my husband coming home early so I didn’t think anything of it. But then a man who I’d never seen before came in, and he had a brown bag-”

“A brown bag?” One of the policemen asked.

“Can’t you let her finish?” Vanderwood snapped. Getting angry at the police would not help the situation, and he knew that, but as he sat here listening to you explain everything, barely having even got past the first part, he was losing any renaissance of calmness.

“I tried to reach for a knife from the counter, but he was quicker than me and he grabbed me and threw me on the ground. I tried to stop him but he hit me, and then he held my hands down, and…” your voice trailed off and a few more tears trickled down your face as you relived the horrific experience. Vanderwood wanted to shout at the police again and tell them to just leave you alone, shout at them that it was obvious you couldn’t talk about it right now. This merely happened only a couple hours ago, but he knew he couldn’t. He knew you needed to tell them. He brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss, and with soft eyes he looked and encouraged you to keep speaking. “… and he forced himself in me. He tore my pants off and I couldn’t move, and then he… he… raped me. And then afterwards he left me and I could hear him going through rooms, taking stuff, putting them in that brown bag, and then he came back and… did it again before he left.” You didn’t need to say anymore. You said enough.

Within that hour, you fell asleep in your hospital bed to the gentle ministrations of Vanderwood’s fingers stroking your head, and the medication you were given to calm you down and relieve pain. Vanderwood was so fixated on you that he didn’t even notice the door opened and the two red headed twins came in with two bags, clearly loaded with computer. When he did see them, he shot up from the chair and got into Seven’s face, glaring at him as he spat in a hushed tone, “Where have you been!”

“I’m sorry, there was traffic and we both had stuff we needed to finish. I got us here as fast as I could,” Seven says, walking over to you and looking at your sleeping form. He looked up at Vanderwood with a concerned look and ask, “What happened to her?”

Vanderwood didn’t answer, just stared back in return. It was Saeran had figured it out first, softly saying his brothers name before pointing at a pamphlet that had been left on the table referring to trauma for sexual assault victims. Seven sighed, knowing there was nothing he could say. So he sat down at another chair across the room and pulled out his computer. He looked up at Vanderwood and asked, “What do you want me to do?”

With a grave look on his face, he towered over the spunky redhead and sneered, “I want you to help me find the fucker who raped my wife.”

The next week you were discharged from the hospital. You were doing better in terms of physical and mental health, though your mental health had definitely taken a huge toll. For one, your anxiety took a whole new level as you found yourself afraid to be around men who were not Vanderwood or the twins that came to visit you. You were also ok with the RFA members, since you knew them so well, and they all came to visit you the moment they heard of what happened.

But you found yourself able to smile again somewhat. You were laughing at Seven’s jokes, always content and calm when Vanderwood was with you.

Though you had quote-on-quote “flashbacks” due to trauma, you were able to get through it with help from psychiatrists at the hospital, and other who work specially with trauma such as yours. Mentioning psychiatrists, you were setup with one to see at least once a week to help with recovery. You were also recommended a support group, which you agreed to go to, but only asked that Vanderwood could come with you. And of course, he would.

The police had come a few times. And everytime, they had to give you the news that they still haven’t found the man who had raped you. However, when you looked at Vanderwood and saw the dark look in his eyes whenever the “man” was mentioned, you knew that the reason they hadn’t been able to find the man yet was because Vanderwood had already dealt with him.

While you were in the hospital, Vanderwood, Seven and Saeran worked to find the bastard. The group spent endless hours, going through the recordings in the couple cameras hooked up in yours and Vanderwoods apartment, hacking into the lab to find evidence, and hunting down the man’s whereabouts.

Though originally Vanderwood thought it was someone from the agency, they discovered the guy really was just some shit who just wanted to rob the apartment.

While the RFA members and Saeran were with you, Vanderwood and Seven went to find the guy. They grabbed him off the street when he was alone, and while Vanderwood drove the van, Seven tied him up and gagged him.

They took him to the cabin, and Vanderwood tied him to a chair. The original plan was to just kill him, but when Vanderwood just looked at the guy he lost it, and started zapping him over and over again, shouting at him to answer his questions, shouting at him to explain himself. The whole time, Seen watched from the other side of the room, not daring to intervene because he knew if someone had done something like this to the one he loved, he would have done the same thing.

“Why did you do it?!” ZAP! “Why did you hurt her?” ZAP! “You raped her! You raped my wife! You pinned her down,” ZAP! “And,” ZAP! “You raped her! She’ll never be the same again! You’re traumatized her! You’ve made her afraid all because you are some sick fuck!”

“I-I’m sorry!” The man pleaded, sobbing his eyes out but to no avail, Vanderwood gave him no mercy as he zapped up his arm, face, legs. “I wasn't’t thinking I-I swear! I had no idea she was your wife.”

“Why does it matter? You think you can just do that to someone? Did it make you feel like a man listening to her cry, and beg you to stop? Did it make you feel good? Answer me!”

“No!”

ZAP!

Vanderwood chucked the taser across the room and pulled out his gun. The man in front of him began to cry as Vanderwood forced his jaw open, and he mustered out a small, “please,” before putting the muzzle between his lip and pushing it down his throat, reveling in the choking sounds he made.

“Let me tell you something,” Vanderwood sneered bending down to the mans face. “Let me tell you something about that woman you raped. That woman you violated. That woman is more than just my wife, my best friend, the woman I love. That woman would walk the lengths of the earth to help anyone who was in need of it. That woman would do anything to see just any person smile. That woman would walk over burning stones if it meant she could get to the one she loves. That woman is a burning flame that lightens the way for everyone in her path. And you piece of shit blew out that flame. You took the light from her eyes and you stamped on it till there was nothing left. I will do whatever it takes to bring that light back, and to do so,” Vanderwood put his finger against the trigger, “I have to get rid of the one who took that light away in the first place.”

And he pulled the trigger, and blood splattered across the cabin.

Once you were discharged, he didn’t bring you back to the apartment, but to 707’s bunker where you both would be staying for awhile. There was no way you guys would be going back to your original apartment, so of course, Seven allowed you guys to stay while Vanderwood worked something out and found you guys a new home.

You sat on the couch with a blanket around you and against Vanderwoods chest. His arms engulfed you and he held onto you tightly, every so often kissing the top of your head. “MC,” he whispers into your hairline. Slowly, you turn to look up at him, smiling softly. “I love you,” he says. He wants to apologize, but he seemingly doesn’t know how to. All he knows what to say right now is that. Such simple words that mean everything. I love you.

You smiled and pressed your lips against his, letting them longer before you pulled back and said, “I love you too. So much, Vanderwood. So much.” Vanderwood swore that he would never let another person touch you or hurt you again. He swore, he would do everything in his power to keep you safe. He swore to you, and to himself, that he would never let another person blow out your light again.

Over his dead body will he let another sick fuck try to destroy the one thing he loves again.

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