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He Comes Alive (Part 4)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Summary: Your father starts to suspect that Leon is involved with the attacks on the hikers, causing you two to get into a heated argument that leads to your father kicking you out. Lucky for you, Leon welcomes you into his home with open arms
Word Count: 7.3k
Pairing: vampire/plagas!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader (afab)
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.
Warnings: Biting, blood, gore, murder, unprotected p in v, masterbation, oral (m and f receiving), stalking, pet names, kidnapping, breeding kink, blood play/kink, age gap, period cunnilingus/s3x, somno, dubcon, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT [More warnings may be added in future entries]
This part does contain period cunnilingus, s3x and somno. I have marked the beginning and end of this segment with ✧⭒⭒✧ that way you can skip it if that is not your thing
A quick reminder that I no longer do tag lists
“Do you want to press charges, Leon?” Chief Bob asks as he walks back into his office, sitting behind his desk.
“No, it’s fine Chief Dion. It was clearly just a misunderstanding,” Leon replies; both of you are sitting on the bench across from Chief Bob’s desk again, both his arms wrapped around you.
“Alright,” Chief Bob says with a nod, “I had one of the EMTs run him over to Speare Memorial Hospital to get his nose checked out, then he should be fine to be released. Now then, tell me everything leading up to when you found Nate."
Chief Bob pulls out a notepad and both of you explain to him the events leading up to when you found Nate. You recall the two college boys that you had encountered on the trail when… when Leon was kissing you. How they didn’t smell what you smelled is beyond you. Your mind wanders back to that moment at the Basin, Leon’s muscular body pinning you to the fence while he practically devoured you. You can still feel the traces of his hands roaming down your body to settle onto your waist.
And now, he has you wrapped in his embrace as his fingers comb through your hair. You take deep breaths, taking in the smell of his cologne and his leather jacket.
“I want to thank you both for your bravery in finding Nate. I can’t say I blame those two boys you saw for not checking out the smell. I know that must have been a traumatic experience, but the information you provided will aid in the investigation into what attacked and killed him. You’re both free to go.”
“Thank you Chief Dion,” Leon replies, standing up, taking you with him, “let’s get you home, angel.”
Angel. He’s been calling you that ever since he kissed you. You thought him calling you sweetheart made you flustered; angel is on a whole new level. It makes your heart practically pound out of your chest. Back out in the parking lot, Leon opens the passenger’s side door and you climb into the Jeep while Leon walks around, climbing into the driver’s seat.
“My car is still at your house…” you say as you put on your seat belt.
“I know, it’s fine. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning. Right now I think home is the best place for you.”
“Thank you, Leon.”
The drive from the police station to your house is about five minutes. In the back of your mind you wonder how Leon knew where you lived without you telling him, but you’re way too exhausted to question it. Leon pulls into your driveway and both of you get out, which puzzles you because you figured he is just dropping you off.
“You’re coming in?” you ask, tilting your head as you both walk up to the front door.
“Yeah, I figured I’d at least apologize for breaking your Dad’s nose.”
You can’t help but let out a soft chuckle as you open the front door, leading Leon inside your house. Your mother, standing in the kitchen, looking out the window over the kitchen sink, looks at you and lets out a sigh of relief.
“Oh thank goodness you’re ok! When Terry at the police station called, we were worried sick-- where’s your father?”
“He uh…” you begin, but Leon finishes your thought.
“There was a slight misunderstanding between himself and I at the station and we got into a fight. I may have accidentally broken his nose defending myself.”
“Mick attacked you?!” your mother exclaims, clearly mortified, “oh my god Leon I’m so sorry! Please, have a seat at the dining table, let me at least treat you to dinner.”
“Ma’am I promise you it’s fine--”
“You’re better off just letting her feed you, she won’t stop until you do,” you tell Leon with a giggle.
Leon lets out a chuckle, turning his attention back to your mother, “alright. I’d love to join you for dinner.”
“Go ahead and have a seat at the table, Leon. Hopefully Mick comes back and can fire up the grill for some burgers,” your mother says as she takes a bag of frozen french fries out of the fridge.
You and Leon sit at the table next to each other, Leon’s hand rests on top of yours, he gives your hand a gentle squeeze. As if on queue, the door to the garage suddenly opens, your father walking in. He appears to have some kind of cast on his nose.
He stops dead in his tracks upon seeing Leon seated at the dining table next to you, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me…”
“Mick!” your mother scolds him as she gets the fries laid out onto a cooking sheet, “get the grill fired up so we can have some burgers. It’s the least you can do for attacking him.”
Mick groans, walking over to a plate where your mother had already made some beef patties. He looks over at Leon, narrowing his eyes at him.
“How do you want your burger, Leon?”
Leon looks over at your father, smirking at him, “as rare as you can make it, please.”
“Jesus… ok…”
Your father grabs the plate, opening a drawer to grab grilling supplies before heading out a sliding glass door to the backyard. Meanwhile, your mother gets the fries into the oven, setting a timer before she takes a seat at the dining table.
“So, Leon, what do you do for a living?” your mother asks, folding her arms in front of her.
“Well… I’m technically retired actually. I can’t go into too much detail because it’s classified but I used to be a kind of government agent,” Leon replies.
“You’re retired at 36? Good for you! You must get a pretty good pension then?”
Leon chuckles, his cheeks turning a touch pink, “you could say that, yes.”
You watch your mother glance where Leon’s hand is resting on yours, looking back to him and smiling, “is it safe to assume that you’re interested in our daughter?”
Leon’s hand immediately moves off yours, “ma’am I meant no--”
“Leon it’s fine, I’m not like Mick. It’s very clear that the two of you like each other. All I ask is that you treat her right.”
“Of course,” Leon replies, putting his hand back onto yours, making you blush a bit.
Your father comes back inside with the cooked burgers, setting the plate down onto the counter, “Leon’s barely cooked one is the one off to the side there.”
Your mother stands up from the table and begins putting the burgers together. Within a few minutes, the timer goes off letting her know the fries are done. She takes the fries out of the oven, plating them with the made up burgers.
She starts by getting Leon’s plate to him, “here you go, sweetie.”
“Thanks ma’am,” Leon replies.
“Oh please, call me Sandi. There’s no need to be formal here.”
Once all the plates are distributed, both your father and mother seat themselves at the table. You take a bite of your burger, looking over at Leon as he bites into his. You notice as he bites into his burger that his canine teeth seem to be really long and sharp. Leon notices you looking at him, raising his eyebrows and nodding his head towards you in acknowledgement. You shake your head, drawing your attention back to your burger. You’re probably just imagining things from all the stress today.
You all eat in silence, watching your father shoot daggers in Leon’s direction with his eyes occasionally. When the two of you finish dinner, you quietly excuse yourself to your bedroom, Leon following close behind you. Your father begins to protest, but you watch as your mother smacks his shoulder with the back of her hand. You head up the stairs, the heavy footfalls of Leon’s boots following behind you. Reaching the top, you walk up to your bedroom, grasping the handle, hesitating momentarily before opening it.
“Excuse the decor, this room hadn’t been touched since I was in high school. I’m still trying to get all the posters down.”
“No judgment from me, angel.” you hear him reply, your heart immediately fluttering in your chest as you turn the knob to open your bedroom door.
You walk into your bedroom, walking over to your bed and sitting on the side of it. Leon steps into the bedroom as well, closing the door behind him before walking over to the bed, sitting next to you. He turns towards you, his hand coming up to gently grasp the side of your neck, a playful smirk crossing his lips.
“Now then, where was I?”
Before you can even prepare yourself, Leon’s lips seal over yours, his hands grasping at your body as you shift yourself onto your bed even more. Leon wastes no time gently pushing you down onto your bed, caging you with his body as he continues to kiss you. His lips move from your mouth, to your cheek then finally trailing down to your neck. His name escapes your lips in a soft moan as your right hand runs through his hair. You feel his teeth gently graze your neck before he begins sucking love marks into the side of your neck. You can feel yourself hurtling towards the edge of your own pleasure when Leon suddenly stops, staring down at you, his blue eyes so dilated that his eyes almost look black.
“I should probably get going,” Leon whispers, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead before he climbs off of you, standing back up.
“Do you have to…?” you ask, your voice pleading for him to stay as you sit up, once again sitting on the side of your bed.
“I do, I’m sorry angel. I’ll be back tomorrow to pick you up, I promise.”
You stand up, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around him to hug him. You feel him wrap his arms around your body, feeling his lips kiss the top of your head. After a few minutes, he lets go and both of you leave the bedroom, heading downstairs. You open the front door for him, both of you stepping out into the night. Leon leans down, giving you one last kiss on the lips before he turns, walking back to his Jeep, climbing inside and starting the engine. You lean against the threshold of the front door, watching Leon drive off into the night, your heart still pounding in your chest.
“How about that guy at the Basin today, huh Jake?”
Jake had been zoning out, staring at the small fire he and his best friend, Brad, had built off of one of the trails leading up to the summit of Mt. Liberty. His attention snaps to Brad, who has a shit eating grin on his face; he matches him with his own.
“Yeah dude, I thought for sure that glare was going to set us on fire. Do you think if we hadn’t said anything that they would have started fucking right there?”
“Oh no doubt,” Brad replies, grabbing a stick from beside him, using it to poke at the small fire, “you could tell she was really into it, too.”
For a few minutes, the two make small talk and crack jokes as they share a pipe filled with marijuana, each of them taking several hits on it. Brad suddenly stands up.
“I gotta take a massive piss, be right back,” Brad declares as he turns and heads into the depths of the woods.
“Watch out for hiker-eating monsters, might take a bite of your dick!” Jake says with a laugh as he takes another hit from the pipe, blowing out a large cloud of smoke from his mouth.
“Yeah, yeah, shut the fuck up Jake!” Brad calls out to him from within the woods.
Jake snickers, clearly amused with himself as he takes a few more hits off the pipe. He can hear rustling coming from the direction Brad had went, but passes it off to just being Brad until--
“Jesus Christ what the fuck is THAT?!”
“Brad?!” Jake calls out, reaching down to his bag to pull out a hunting knife and a flashlight, turning it on.
Immediately Jake hears Brad screaming, his voice carrying further away from the camp, so Jake makes chase.
“Brad! Where are you?! Are you ok?!” Jake calls out continually as he runs deeper and deeper into the woods.
He suddenly stops in his tracks when he starts to see blood splattered all over the ground, his flashlight slowly making its way to the source. What the flashlight finally settles on is almost incomprehensible. It is a man, but… not. He’s shirtless, wearing a pair of dark colored cargo pants with work boots. Dark veins sprawl across the exposed skin, but that’s not the weirdest part.
Four claw-like appendages are coming out of the man's back and a long, scorpion-like tail moves back and forth. The man’s mouth is latched onto his best friend’s neck, clearly sucking the blood out of him as the flashlight settles onto the man’s face; the flashlight can be seen visibly shaking. The man has short blonde hair with piercing red eyes that immediately shift to focus on Jake. The man… no… the creature takes its mouth off his friend, revealing two long, sharp canine teeth, reminiscent of a vampire. Blood drips from the fangs and its mouth as it starts to grin at Jake; it’s tongue licking the blood off its fangs.
“Holy fucking shit…” Jake mutters as he starts to walk backwards away from the creature.
The creature suddenly lunges at Jake, causing Jake to stumble backwards and start running as fast as he can in what he believes is the direction he came from. Jake tries hard not to look back to see if the creature is pursuing him. Unfortunately for him, though, his foot gets caught on a tree root that is sticking out of the ground, his ankle making a loud pop sound as he’s thrown onto the ground. The flashlight and hunting knife slip out of his hands, landing several feet away, landing so that the flashlight is pointing backwards from whence he came.
Jake hisses, turning onto his back before sitting up to check on his ankle; it’s clearly either broken or severely dislocated. Jake can hear footsteps, his gaze shifting up as they approach. He watches as boots appear in the flashlight’s beam, and as the creature stalks closer, he sees that it's standing upright, its back claws flexing and tail swinging back and forth as it gets even closer; soon Jake can see blood has dripped down onto the creature’s chest, the black veins on its skin now appearing darker than they had earlier. The creature’s blood stained mouth is smirking at him.
The last thing Jake remembers is the creature descending upon him, its mouth latching onto his neck as its fangs pierce into his skin. His blood curdling scream cut short when his throat is ripped out.
A couple days pass after you and Leon had found Nate dead, you wake up to get ready to go work at Leon’s house with the worst abdominal cramps. You almost roll out of bed, going into the bathroom after picking out your outfit for the day to find that you had unfortunately started your period and it had completely ruined your underwear. Sighing in frustration, you throw the underwear into the trash in the bathroom, opening up the medicine cabinet to take some Tylenol for the cramps.
After getting yourself cleaned up and dressed, you head downstairs into the kitchen to make yourself some toast for breakfast, clenching your lower stomach in an attempt to ease the pain, praying to every deity that the Tylenol would kick in soon.
“Oh sweetie, you don’t look so good! Are you alright?” you hear your mother ask as she comes into the kitchen.
“Yeah I’m ok, I got my… you know… I just took some Tylenol so that should hopefully kick in soon.”
Your mother walks over to the radio, turning it on before she then walks over to the coffee maker, hitting the button on it so that it would start brewing.
“So… what’s on the agenda today for my favorite remodeling couple?” your mother asks, giving you a playful smile.
You giggle, your cheeks turning red, “we should be finally finishing up the kitchen today. I think he wants to start the living room next.”
“Breaking news, authorities have now reported that two more hikers have gone missing in--”
“Mom, turn up the radio!”
Your mother turns her attention to the radio, turning up the volume.
“--Fish and Game officials have now officially closed all trails in Franconia Notch until the animal responsible can be found and euthanized.”
“Oh my god…”
“Quick let’s turn on Channel 9,” your mother says, grabbing your hand and leading you into the living room where she turns on the TV to the news.
“Good morning, New Hampshire. This just in, Fish and Game have just reported that two more hikers have been reported as missing. 22 year old Brad Shaw and 21 year old Jacob Duprey, both students at Plymouth State University were reported missing by University officials when they did not come back to campus for their classes--”
The picture of the two of them comes up on the TV, your eyes widen as you cover your mouth in shock.
“What is it, sweetie? Do you know them?”
“I didn’t know them, but Leon and I saw them the same day we found Nate dead on the Basin trail…”
“They should have closed the trails long before now… those poor hikers…”
Your father comes in, stopping to watch the news report playing on the TV, “Does anyone else think it’s odd that these attacks started happening shortly after Leon moved into Archie Mason’s place?”
Both you and your mother turn and look at your father; you raise an eyebrow at him, “Dad, you can’t be serious…”
“I am serious! The attacks started happening within a week of him showing up!”
“Dad, I saw Nate. There is no way a person could have done that to him!” you reply, raising your voice as you turn to face your father, approaching him.
“Then what else could it be then, huh?! How else do you explain what’s going on around here? He has to be connected somehow!”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to see him!”
“Mick stop--”
“No Sandi, I won’t stop! There is something not right about him, I’m sure of it!”
“Honey now you just sound ridiculous…” your mom replies, stepping between you and your father, putting her hands on his shoulders.
“When he broke my nose… I didn’t like the look in his eyes… it wasn’t right… something isn’t right, god dammit!”
“Dad, come on!” you say, throwing your hands into the air and turning to go back into the kitchen to grab your toast.
“You get back here young lady! We’re not done!” your father roars from the living room, your mother now physically restraining him.
“I need to go to Leon’s house to work and you’re not stopping me,” you say, walking over to the coat rack next to the front door and putting on your denim jacket.
“You walk out that door and you are NOT allowed back, do you hear me?!” your father’s voice booms through the house.
“Mick, what is the matter with you?!” you hear your mother interject.
As much as your father got on your nerves sometimes, the statement hit deep and it hit hard, causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes as you grab your purse. You walk up to the front door, hesitating for a moment before opening it. You blink your eyes shut, a tear running down your cheek as you wrestle with your conflicting emotions. Surely your father wasn’t being serious, right? You push the door open; as you step out you can hear your father shouting after you. You rush over to your car, whipping the door open and getting in just as your father bursts out the front door, his face red in rage as he stomps over, slapping his hands onto the hood of your car as you start it.
You immediately throw the car in reverse, backing out into the street and peeling off, your tires squealing on the pavement as you make the drive to Leon’s; at this point, tears are now streaming down your face. You could only hope that your mother could talk your father down. You get there in record time; it’s a miracle you didn’t run into any cops and get pulled over, however, you reckon they’re probably out looking for the latest hikers to go missing. Parking your car in its usual spot outside of Leon’s house, you go inside, dropping off your jacket and purse before proceeding to the kitchen.
Leon is already hard at work, installing the last of the kitchen cabinets. He hears you come in, he turns to you, giving you his trademark smirk that never fails to give you butterflies.
“Mornin’ angel!” he says, suddenly noticing your eyes are red and puffy, “hey… what’s wrong?”
You waste no time grabbing your paint roller and paint, pouring some into the pan before rolling the paint roller in it, “sorry… I got into a fight with my Dad this morning before coming here.”
“About what?”
You stop just before you begin to roll paint onto the wall, taking a deep breath before you reply, “about you. He thinks you’re somehow involved with the attacks on the hikers.”
Leon scoffs, “that’s ridiculous.”
“That’s what my Mom and I said, but he wasn’t having any of it. He said to me just as I was leaving that if ‘I walked out that door that I wouldn’t be allowed back.’”
Leon shakes his head, groaning in disgust, “I really don’t like how he treats you, angel.”
“I’m just hoping Mom can talk to him, get him to see just how ridiculous he sounded that way I feel better going home tonight.”
“Stay here tonight.”
Your eyes widen as you look over at him, “Leon, I can’t ask that of you.”
“It would make me feel better if you stay here tonight. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Leon, I'll be fine, I promise. My Dad would never hurt me,” you reply, focusing on finishing painting the last kitchen wall.
“You seem to be forgetting that your father tried to strangle me.” Leon said in a ‘as a matter of fact’ kind of tone.
The worst part is, he’s right. Your father had tried to strangle him. Your father has always been quick to anger but you’d never seen him lay a finger on anyone until that day in the police station. Your father was clearly becoming more and more unhinged; especially with this recent allegation that Leon is somehow involved with the hiker attacks.
“Alright… I’ll stay here tonight.”
Immediately you notice Leon’s whole expression light up before he returns his focus on the final kitchen cabinet. The two of you finally finish up the kitchen, it being late afternoon by the time you do so. Both of you work on moving the supplies into the living room, but as you start to pour more paint into the pan Leon stops you.
“Let’s call it a day, angel. We can start the living room tomorrow since you’ll already be here.”
You nod, putting the lid back on the paint, grabbing a nearby hammer to hammer the lid back down. You sense Leon walk up from behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. He gently rocks you back and forth before placing a kiss onto your cheek.
“Want me to order us some pizza, angel?”
“That sounds perfect, Leon,” you reply; you can’t help but smile.
He places another kiss on your cheek before walking back into the kitchen, you hear him pick up the phone that’s hanging up on the wall in there and place an order for delivery. About 45 minutes later, the pizza arrives and Leon gets it, paying the delivery driver before coming into the living room with it while you relax on the couch, channel surfing on his TV.
“Go ahead and dig in, I have to check something in the basement really quick, ok?” he says as he sets the pizza box onto the coffee table, giving you a quick kiss on the top of your head.
You watch him go out into the hallway, approaching the padlocked door. He takes his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the padlock and opening the door, listening to him descend the stairs. There’s a part of you that wants to follow him into the basement, just to see what is down there, but you don’t, you remain on the couch as you open up the pizza box, grabbing a slice and biting into it. Some time passes, however, and Leon still hasn’t come back up yet. Before you can decide to go check on him, you hear him coming up the stairs, watching as he walks out, locking the door with the padlock before joining you on the couch.
He positions himself so that he’s behind you, having you seated between his legs as the two of you lay on the couch, eating pizza and watching some sitcom that you landed on as you were channel surfing. Your lower stomach suddenly cramps up, causing you to visibly and audibly wince in pain.
Leon immediately notices, “you ok, angel?”
“Yeah sorry… this is probably too much information but I started my period this morning. The Tylenol I took this morning must be wearing off.”
“Oh you poor thing,” Leon whispers in your ear, his hand snaking its way to your lower stomach, massaging his hand into it as he gives you gentle kisses on the side of your neck.
Despite your cramps, his touch felt incredible and you find yourself turning into putty in his embrace. You’re suddenly startled by the sound of Leon’s phone ringing from the kitchen.
“Something tells me that’s my father, I’ll go answer it.” you say as you get up off the couch.
“You sure, angel? I can get it,” Leon replies as he gets up, following behind you.
“It’s fine, I’ve got it,” you say, walking into the kitchen, picking up the ringing phone, “hello? Kennedy residence.”
“Of course you’re still at his house…” you hear your father say on the other end, you look over at Leon, giving him a slight nod to let him know your suspicions had been correct.
“Hello to you, too, Dad,” you say, trying to make your irritation clear in your voice.
“You need to come home right now.”
“Really? Because I clearly remember you saying if I went to work this morning that I wouldn’t be welcomed back.”
“Well I’d rather you be here than with him. If you don’t come home, I will call the police.”
“Dad, you can’t call the cops, I’m an adult!”
At this point, Leon must have had enough because he steps up beside you, grabbing the phone from you, “if you call the cops, Mick, I will report you for making a false report. I used to be a cop; you can’t pull the wool over my eyes.”
He used to be a cop? you think to yourself, biting your bottom lip as you picture him in a police uniform.
You can’t understand what your father is saying to him, but you can tell he’s yelling because Leon holds the phone about a half an inch away from his ear, closing his eyes and letting out a long exhale through his nose.
“Well since you’re so keen on shoving your nose where it doesn’t belong, will you stop yelling at me long enough to explain?”
You watch as Leon brings the phone back to his ear.
“What I’m about to tell you does not get repeated under any circumstances or I will have you arrested. I am a government agent, not a retired one. The branch I work for is called the Division of Security Operations, specializing in dealing with Bio-Organic Weapons, B.O.W.s, and I’ve been sent here to locate and kill a B.O.W. that got loose and is now wreaking havoc on those hiking trails. There. Are you happy now?”
Your eyes widen in shock not only at Leon’s admission, but at the fact there is some kind of weapon… a monster, loose in the forest.
“Yeah I hope you’re fucking sorry,” Leon continues, “however she’s still staying with me. In fact, I might even have her move in with me, if she wants to, of course.”
Leon looks over at you, giving you a playful wink as you digest what he just said. You feel your stomach twist into knots.
“Your days of controlling your daughter are over, you hear me? She and I will have a chat about her moving in and you’re going to accept whatever she decides to do. Take care of yourself, Mick,” Leon finishes as he slams the phone back on the receiver.
The two of you stand by the phone in silence, your mind spinning.
“I know that was probably a lot to take in just now, but unfortunately the same applies to you, if you repeat that to anyone, I’ll have to have you arrested, too,” Leon says as he places his hands on your hips, pulling you gently to him.
You quickly shake your head, looking up into his ocean eyes, “o-of course not! I won’t say a word to anyone, promise!”
“Good girl,” he purrs, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips.
After the two of you break the kiss, you continue, “do you really want me to move in with you? You don’t think that’ll be moving too fast?”
Leon smiles down at you, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, angel.”
You gather that Leon can feel your hesitation, he wraps his arms around you in a protective hug, resting his chin on top of your head.
“Stay here for a few nights, then see how you feel, how does that sound?”
“O-Ok… I can do that, Leon.”
Leon is in heaven, or at least as close to heaven as he’ll ever get. After getting his angel to stay with him at least a couple nights, he got her back into the living room and back onto the couch, where he has her between his legs, his arms wrapped around her as the both of them ate the pizza he ordered and mindlessly watched TV.
He was grateful that her father had called, having pulled the government agent story out of nowhere to get Mick off his ass, at least until he could find a way to get him out of the picture. He is clearly protective of his offspring and for Leon, that is a problem; he may have gotten Mick off his ass now, but it was only a matter of time before Mick would be back on it again.
The subtle scent of blood lingers in the air, he smelled it as soon as his angel had come into the house. She didn’t have to tell him she was on her cycle, he already knew. He had to make an impromptu trip into the basement to quench his thirst because of it. As the night wears on, he feels her become totally limp in his embrace as sleep takes her. He takes the remote from her hands, flipping it to the news where they’re reporting on the two missing hikers from Plymouth State University. What would his angel do if she knew one of them was in the basement right at this moment, barely clinging to life to serve as his meal?
It was a good thing he grabbed the other hiker and brought him here as he watches the report that they’re closing all the hiking trails in Franconia Notch. He’d have to find another way to get his meals. He might have to expand his hunting radius but he’d worry about that later. Soft snores from his angel break his thoughts, he looks down at her, giving her a gentle smile. He slowly moves out from under her before picking her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style up to his bedroom. Once in his bedroom, he approaches the bed, gently laying her onto it. She stirs in her sleep, her eyes opening slowly.
“Leon?” her voice barely a whisper as she fights her fatigue.
“I just brought you up to the bedroom, it’s ok,” he replies, running his fingers through her hair, “go ahead and get yourself comfortable, I’ll just be in the bathroom for a minute.”
Going into the bathroom, he turns on the light and shuts the door behind him. Pulling off his shirt, he lets himself relax for a minute; the black veins slowly appear as they sprawl over his skin, his eyes turning red as he stares at himself in the mirror. He’s hopeful that he won’t have to hide his true nature from her for too much longer; once he gives her his gift, he’ll show her that he’s the perfect mate for her.
He inhales deeply, rolling his head; slowly the black veins start to disappear once more and his eyes are back to their brilliant ocean blue. Discarding his pants and boxers, he finds a pair of gray sweatpants, putting them on before opening the bathroom door back up and shutting the bathroom light off. He sees she’s under the covers, her shirt and pants laying in a pile next to the bed. He approaches the opposite side of the bed where she lay, getting himself under the covers with her, wrapping his arms around her as he closes his eyes.
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However, no matter how much he chases sleep, it never comes. The subtle scent of blood is still driving his hunger wild. Meanwhile, she is sound asleep on her side; he watches as her chest gently rises and falls with each breath she takes. He gingerly tosses the covers off of both of them, admiring her nearly nude form. He fought with himself for a moment, not wanting to feed off her to sate his hunger; then, he has an idea.
He positions himself at the end of the bed, gently rolling her so that she’s on her back. Hooking his fingers onto the hem of her underwear, he slowly pulls them down off her, slipping them off her legs before tossing them onto the floor with the rest of her clothes. He gently parts her legs, taking a moment to admire her cunt; he practically salivates when he sees the telltale string coming out of her. He climbs on top of her, being careful not to wake her as he wraps his index and middle finger around the tampon string, slowly pulling it free. Once it’s out of her, he climbs off her, walking into the bathroom for a moment to discard it before coming back to her, nestling himself between her legs. The smell of her blood is overwhelming now as he brings himself within inches of her hole.
His fangs descend in his mouth, but he doesn’t care, she won't be able to see them in the low light, not like he can see her. He runs his tongue up her slit, his lips then sealing themselves over her clit as he gently sucks on the sensitive bud. He then slips two fingers inside her, curling them upwards inside her to stimulate her g-spot; he hears her moan softly, her hips gently shifting beneath him.
“Wha--” he hears her say as she rouses from her slumber, quickly realizing he is in between her legs, “L-Leon! What are you doing?!”
He unlatches himself from her clit, looking up at her and smiling while he continues to fuck her with his fingers, “shhhhh it’s ok… just let me take care of you. It’ll help your cramps, I promise.”
“But I’m on my-- oh my god…!” she attempts to protest, but is cut off by her own moan as she lays her head back onto her pillow.
He watches with delight as her hips move in time with his fingers digging into her, his pupils dilating as blood begins to seep onto his fingers.
“Doesn’t that feel good, angel?” he purrs as he slowly pulls his fingers out of her, taking a moment to clean his fingers off like a lollipop.
The sudden wave of euphoria hits him like a train; her blood tastes divine, unlike anything he has ever tasted ever since he was given his gift. Looping his arms around her thighs, his mouth dives back between her legs, his tongue forcing its way inside her. He lets out a low growl as her blood flows into his mouth, unable to contain himself as he fucks her with his tongue. Her fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pushing down so that he stays there; clearly she’s enjoying herself, much to his delight.
Her legs violently tremble in his grasp as she edges closer and closer to her release and he doesn’t relent, his nose pressing into her swollen clit as his tongue continues to devour her. With a loud cry, she finally comes on his tongue, a mix of her arousal and her blood flowing freely into his mouth, which he happily swallows. He reluctantly unlatches his mouth from her entrance, blood dripping down his lips and chin and onto the sheets. As much as he wants to lick her blood off his lips, he doesn’t, instead wiping it from his mouth on the back of his forearm before he proceeds to slip off his sweatpants, his erection springing free from its fabric prison.
He strokes himself momentarily before he settles his hips between her legs, pressing the head of his cock against her hole. Before he pushes himself inside her, her hand comes up, pressing against his chest to stop him.
“Do you have protection?” she asks, the nervousness clear in her voice.
“I mean, I have a 9mm in my nightstand…”
She playfully punches his shoulder as she giggles, “that’s not what I mean!”
He lets out a chuckle, clearly amused with himself, “unfortunately I wasn’t expecting you to stay the night, so I didn’t think to buy condoms, angel. We can stop now if you want to.”
Please, don’t say stop.
“Promise you’ll pull out,” she says softly, her arms caressing his biceps as she looks up at him longingly, "I want this… I want you…"
He smiles down at her, relieved, as he brings his hand up to caress her cheek, “I promise.”
She gives him a gentle nod, giving him the ok to continue, shifting his gaze down to where their two bodies meet as he slowly pushes himself inside her. It takes everything in him to take it easy with her, his primal need to breed screaming in his subconscious.
He stops about halfway inside her, looking back up into her eyes, “let me know if it hurts, ok?”
“It’s fine… it actually feels really nice. Keep going,” she replies, he smiles when her cheeks start to turn red; he loves how flustered she gets around him.
He then continues to push himself inside her until he’s balls deep. He can already feel her squeeze around his cock; a miracle that didn’t make him cum on the spot.
“I’m going to start moving now, ready?” he whispers, stroking her cheek again to reassure her.
He watches her nod again and he cages her body beneath him as he begins to thrust into her. He leans down, sealing his lips over hers, moaning into the kiss as her arms wrap around him.
“Fuck, angel, you’re so fucking tight… you’re perfect…” Leon growls, his thrusts becoming faster and more powerful.
“Leon… oh f-fuck…! I’m… oh god…!” she cries out, becoming a moaning mess as he pounds into her.
With each thrust he feels the head of his cock kiss her cervix, driving his instinct to breed her wild. He sits up onto his knees, grabbing her legs and looping his arms around them as he chases his release. His angel cries out, feeling her grab his forearms as she cums on his cock. The feeling of her release nearly pushes him over the edge; he pulls out of her before that happens, giving himself powerful strokes with his hand before ropes of cum spill onto her stomach, marking her as his.
As both of them come down from their high, he stares down at her, admiring how lovely she looks covered in his seed, even though he’d rather have it inside her, leaking out of her hole. Subtle movement in his seed catches his attention; a larva from his gift squirming about. Before she has a chance to notice it, he reaches over to his nightstand, grabbing the box of tissues from it and pulling out a few sheets.
“Such a dirty girl you are, angel,” he coos, cleaning up his cum along with the larvae.
Thankfully, she's too cock drunk to even realize what he just cleaned up, her eyes closed as she takes deep, heavy breaths as her body trembles beneath him from her own orgasm.
He takes a moment to lick her blood from his hand while his angel’s eyes are closed. Standing up from the bed, he leans down and places several kisses on her cheeks and forehead.
“How was that, angel?” he asks, smirking.
He watches her eyes slowly open, looking at him with complete admiration as she continues to take deep breaths, “that was perfect. You were right, it did actually help with the cramps.”
“It’s like I know what I’m talking about,” he replies with a chuckle as he gently coaxes her out of bed by taking hold of one of her hands, “come here, angel, let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep, hm?”
The two of them go into the bathroom, Leon making sure to toss the tissue into the toilet and flushing it before the two of you get into the shower to clean up. Once finished, he guides her back into bed, holding her in his protective embrace as they both drift off to sleep.
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The next morning, the sound of pounding at the front door awakens him, his eyes slowly opening as he lets out a groan. The pounding at the door continues, which causes his angel to stir in her sleep.
“What’s that noise… Leon…?” she asks, her voice slurred from her slumber.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to go check, keep getting rest, angel,” he replies, giving her a kiss on the top of her head as he climbs out of bed, grabbing his sweatpants and putting them back on before heading downstairs to answer the door, “I’m coming, you can stop pounding my door down!”
“Good morning Leon, sorry to bother you,” Chief Dion says as Leon opens the door, “got a few minutes to chat?”
Part 5
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Left at the Altar Part 2 [*] Part 3 Epilogue [*] - Fem!Reader (Ex-Girlfriend!Reader)
CW: Suggestive/Implied Sexual Content (Part 2 and Epilogue), Angst, Exes, Pregnancy and Kids (Epilogue only)
Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.
COMPLETED
Sequel: Stay Away from the Altar
What is L-O-V-E? Part 2 Part 3 - Bradshaw!Fem!OC (Lena) (Ex-Wife!OC)
Summary: Lena Bradshaw (formerly Seresin) struggles once again to keep the peace between her ex-husband Jake and her older brother Bradley for her son's sake. And the uranium facility mission only seems to heighten the stakes of it all.
DISCONTINUED
Prologue To Be a Man Part 2 Part 3 - Wife!OC (Sophie)
CW: Secret Marriage; Non-Traditional Family Dynamics; Marriage of Convenience; Type 1 Diabetes
Summary: Hangman is married. And it’s no one else’s business.
PART 4 COMING SOON
Blood in the Water - Cain!OC (Alina)
CW: Arranged & Political Marriage; Post-Apocalypse AU with a Medieval Feel; Blatant Sexism; Abuse from Family Members
Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world, the livable landscape is carved up by warlords. After a long war with the Dagger Clan, the Cain Empire has been defeated, but peace cannot be brokered without a sacrifice. Hangman assumes that a marriage is that sacrifice. Cain thinks that Hangman’s death is a better trade.
DISCONTINUED
Never Have I Ever Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 - Civilian Contractor! Female! Reader (Dove)
CW: Not Necessarily Healthy Decisions/Coping Mechanisms; Shy! Reader; Slow Burn; Coworkers to Friends to Lovers; Excessive Pining
Summary: Dove is tired of being stereotyped as the nice, quiet girl who's so innocent it hurts. So, who does she call to help her? Hangman.
PART 4 COMING SOON
One Shots
Wedding Day - Fem!Reader
Summary: Hangman falls in love with his wife all over again when he sees her in her wedding dress for the first time.
I'll Carry You - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
Summary: Hangman and his wife attend a naval ball. When her shoes give her blisters, Hangman ensures that she gets back to the car comfortably.
Lunch Break [*] - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
CW: Suggestive Situations/Content
Summary: Jake and his wife are going through a dry spell. Luckily, his secretary Linda is the best wingwoman in all of Miramar.
A Morning Work Out - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
CW: Implied Sexual Content
Summary: Jake goes through his normal morning routine with his son and wife.
Beach Day - Fem!Reader (Wife!Reader)
CW: Referenced Sexual Innuedos/Situations
Summary: Jake and his wife enjoy a beach day with their three kids.
Stay Away from the Altar - Wife!Reader; Fem!Seresin!OC / Male!Bradshaw!OC
CW: (Over)protective Dad!Hangman; Angst; Fighting; Rebellious Teenagers; Crying; References to Previous Pregnancy Scares
Summary: Jake isn't ready to accept that his daughter is growing up. And he's definitely not ready to accept that his daughter seems to have fallen for Rooster's spawn.
A Little Tag-a-Long - Female!Reader (Peach)
Summary: Hangman is excited to finally take out Peach, the woman that he's been in love with for months now. Except Peach gets called into babysitting duty right before their date.
A Happy Fourth - Wife!Reader
CW: Implied Sexual Content; Outdoor Shower
Summary: You and Hangman enjoy your Fourth of July together.
Three Four, That’s the Magic Number - Wife!Reader
CW: (Unplanned) Pregnancy; (Failed) Vasectomies; Threats of Kicks to the Balls
Summary: You thought that three kids was it. But apparently your husband, Hangman, didn't have as successful of a vasectomy as you initially thought.
The Love Game - Fem!Reader (Glitch)
CW: Unrequited Love; Angst; Emotional Angst; One-Sided Relationship; ‘He’s in Love with Someone Else’ Trope
Summary: Glitch has been in love with Hangman for years but he’s getting married to another woman.
A.N. Multiple Pairings: Hangman/Glitch; Hangman/Fem!OC; Glitch /Mystery Dagger
Gray - Fem!Reader
CW: Jake’s Sad; Showering Together; Half-Naked Cuddling
Summary: You try to cheer your boyfriend Hangman up.
Little Seresin - Wife!Reader
Summary: You surprise your husband by putting your daughter in an opposing team's jersey.
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I Love You Forevermore; childe
childe x gn!reader
Read Part 1 here!
Angst! Hanahaki disease AU!
The aftermath.
At this point, you were waiting for your time to come. There was no hope, no chance, he doesn't even realize he was hurting you, so what was the point? The days were lonely, until there was a knock on your door.
word count: 3,233 words
warnings: throwing up, death, cheating, childe's real name, (probably) inaccurate portrayal of childe's family (When Snezhnaya comes out, imma fix it 🥴)
The night, as always, was cold in Snezhnaya. You blew on your mug of hot cocoa before taking a sip as you sat on the steps outside your house, gazing upon the numerous people walking past. In your hand, a letter. From who other than your beloved Ajax.
Despite a difficult journey, you arrived back in Morepesok almost 2 weeks ago and this letter arrived at your doorstep a week after. You fear the contents inside which is why you have yet to open it. Was it just a normal 'how was the trip?' type of letter or was it finally the letter you've been dreading for? The letter that told you he finally realized where his love really lies? Right now, you didn't want to know.
You lifted your mug up to your lips to take another sip, when the feeling of another yellow tulip rising up your throat hits you. The mug in your hands drop to the snow, and you cough as if your lungs were coming out of your mouth. You covered your mouth with your hand, looking at the mug in the snow before running inside to your bathroom.
Lately, the vomiting had gotten worse, you're constantly out of breath, and you fear each night you lay down on your bed would be your last. After rinsing your mouth, you head to the kitchen to prepare another mug of hot cocoa. You set the kettle and while waiting, you head outside to get the mug you accidentally drop and prepare a new one.
The kettle starts to whistle and you grab a mitten to grab its handle and pour it in a mug until you heard a knock on your front door. You set the kettle on the countertop when another knock could be heard. Must be urgent, so you quickly head towards the front door. Opening it revealed Anton and Teucer, both with worried looks on their faces. Once they saw your figure, they dove in to give you a tight squeeze that made you stumble a little. Quickly, you took them inside where it was warm.
"What are you two doing here? The sun's already gone down." You questioned as you took a seat on your couch by the fireplace and they followed suit. "You said you'd be back in town almost two weeks ago and you never visited!" Teucer exclaims. Anton adds with "Mom, Dad, basically everyone was looking forward to seeing you again. We wanna know what you and big brother did in Liyue."
"Oh," was all you could say. Over the years you've known Ajax, you've grown quite close to his family up to the point you could be seen at their house almost everyday. It's no wonder Anton and Teucer came running to your home when they haven't heard from you in a while. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to visit soon. I haven't been feeling well ever since I left Liyue, Anton." Truth is, you don't think visiting them would be a good idea. After what occurred in Liyue Harbor, you weren't sure if you could face his family without another tulip leaving your lips.
"Well?" Teucer asked, bringing you back to reality, "What happened while you were in Liyue? did he take you to what's the place? Wangsh- Wangshu Inn? Did you get to meet the adeptus that lives there?" The curiosity he had was reflected in how he asked and how stars shone in his eyes.
"Hold that thought!" Anton had stopped you from saying anything else before grabbing your hand and instructing his younger brother to grab your coat.
"What are you-"
"You gotta tell everyone!" Anton spoke and practically dragged you out of your house before you could protest with Teucer behind you. The boys were running as fast as they could across the snow and you were trying your best to keep up with them while avoiding bumping into anyone as much as possible. When they finally stopped running, you were completely out of breath and your chest felt like it was burning.
They hadn't noticed how heavy you were breathing, thankfully, and quickly brought inside. When you finally looked at your surroundings, you noticed all the very familiar walls and furniture. The two had brought you to the place you've been avoiding since you've arrived in Snezhnaya — Ajax's house. And as luck would have it almost everyone was home.
"Mom, we're back! And look who we brought!" Teucer giggled as he brought everyone in his sight to welcome you.
"Anton, Teucer, don't run off like that again. Do you have any idea how worried we were when you two ran off during the nigh-" Their mom stood there, scolding the boys before her eyes landed on you. It was as if she completely forgot about scolding her sons when she saw you in the middle of the room. You gave her a sheepish smile, a bit worried she was gonna lightly scold you for not visiting since you came back. But none of that happened. She happily called out your name and wrapped her arms around you in a warm embrace. At the sound of your name, you heard a couple of gasps come from the kitchen and all of a sudden, the other siblings had come up to greet you.
It wasn't long before they sat you down at the dining table, passed you a plate and asked you about your trip in Liyue non-stop. You couldn't deny, even though the pain in your chest had worsened once you were brought to the very place where everything reminded you of him, having dinner with his family again felt nice. The warm atmosphere, the lively chatter, the delicious food. You were at home.
Sometime during dinner, you felt a tiny presence making its way beside you. You took a peek when the presence grabbed your left hand. Teucer seems to be inspecting your hand hard, eyebrows furrowed with one question in mind. He finally turned to you, still not letting go of your hand and asked, "You and big brother have been together for quite a while already. Are you two gonna get married soon?"
The look on his face broke your heart a little bit more. If he had asked this question before you visited his brother in Liyue, you would have said something along the lines of "Someday" with a playful smirk on your face. But today, you only answered with "Who knows" and tried to hide your hurt with a soft smile.
Dinner with the family was nice, but now it was time to head home.
"It was lovely having dinner with you again," Ajax's sister said with a smile.
The sudden shouts of your name had you turning to the youngest three of the family, who had run up to the both of you after helping their mom in the kitchen. "You'll come visit tomorrow right?" Anton asked, crossing his fingers that you'd say yes. "We still have so many questions to ask you!" Tonia exclaimed, also hoping you'd come by tomorrow to spend some time with them.
Tonight was a good night. You'd choose it over your original plans for tonight, which was mope around until you fell asleep. So, maybe visiting tomorrow would be a good idea.
"Of course I will," The kids rejoiced but were cut off by their older sister telling them to get ready for bed. Their protest made you chuckle. Alas, there was nothing they could do, except give you a bear hug and say goodnight. You said your goodbyes to the rest of the family before heading out the front door.
You just walked out the door when the pain on your chest had worsen a hundredfold. Your lungs, practically on fire and you were desperately trying to cough out the flower in your throat. You couldn't stop it, nor run somewhere private, when more bloody tulips fell from your lips. But it didn't stop there. You've never felt as much fear in your life as you feel even more flowers than usual rise up your throat. However, the tulips don't seem to move at all. It hurt. Like hell.
Your knees hit the ground and it was getting harder and harder to breathe with multiple flowers stuck in your throat. There was no air coming in, yet you were desperately trying to breathe. But it was no use. Your hands subconsciously moved to claw at your neck and chest, as if it would help get the flowers in your throat unstuck.
The door behind you opened, the light coming from inside reaching your figure.
You hear a gasp and then a scream, you see multiple silhouettes coming to you. And it all went dark.
When Childe finally finished his assignment in Liyue, he was beyond excited to go back home and spend time with the people he held dear. He practically ran off the boat with all his belongings and headed towards home.
The burst open of the door and the words "I'm home!" alerted the household, who then rushed to greet their brother. The youngest siblings, of course, ran as fast as their legs could to give their older brother a bear hug, who squeezed them just as tight.
Childe proceeded to tell them about his time in Liyue, 'selling toys' and such, giving his siblings gifts, and adding to the house's decor with a trinket he bought during Lantern Rite. He wasted no time in spending time with his family. He played around with his younger siblings, challenged his older brothers to spars, helped make dinner, despite just arriving from a long and tiring journey.
His stories didn't stop even 'til dinner. He was excited to be home again with the warm atmosphere, the lively chatter, and the delicious food. He was at home.
But it didn't feel right. And everyone, except him, knew it.
They all felt it. It felt so out of place — you not being there beside him but they didn't speak of it. As if there was an unspoken agreement among the family members to not say anything about you now. Even if they have been keeping it a secret from him for some time already.
They just let him talk because they do love to hear his stories, but they also didn't wanna break him by telling him the news of your passing. After unfortunately witnessing your last moments, the family suspected how it happened, especially since you were surrounded by bloody flowers. And after seeing how their brother hadn't brought you up, their suspicions are slowly being confirmed.
It wasn't until Teucer came up beside him that he finally remembered something — you. "Are they busy today? They usually come over when I arrive back." The room fell silent. Even Tonia, Anton and Teucer just acted like nothing happened, but didn't say a word.
Their unusual silence did not go unnoticed by the Fatui Harbinger. They definitely knew something he didn't. He turned to his older siblings, waiting for them to give an answer, only to receive silence. He looked towards his younger siblings, knowing they'd tell him the truth, but they knew to let the older siblings handle this.
"Ajax," The eldest sibling spoke, "We need to talk." The atmosphere of the once vibrant room turned dark and no one knew how to start telling him.
"What's going on?" Ajax asked. His siblings could only look at each other in hopes that the other would answer him. But no one said a word, so the eldest son took it upon himself to finally say a word.
"Ajax," He started, "Your partner, they uh-" He paused and looked everywhere except for his younger brother's eyes.
"They're gone."
This must be some joke or a misunderstanding of sorts. The Harbinger heard him crystal clear, but he just couldn't believe them. "That can't be right." He shakes his head profusely, looking around to see if any of his siblings would suddenly say 'it was all a joke' but they all looked grief-stricken.
He tries to laugh it off and say "You-You guys are just messing with me, right?" Still, the looks on their faces didn't change.
The realization was finally starting to hit him and he propped up his elbows on the table and buried his face into his hands. He became unusually quiet. After all, how do you react when the one you loved the most passed away. He last saw you in Liyue, and you never replied to his letters. How was he supposed to spend his life with you like he promised if you weren't there?
"Ajax, we didn't-"
But Ajax didn't bother to listen, even covering his ears to block out whatever his sister was saying. He remained silent, wishing that you weren't what they said you were. Even when his siblings stopped talking, it was just silent throughout the room.
'It isn't true. There was no way it was true.'
He stood up, still not saying a word, and bolted through the house, out the front door and to your home. The calls of his name didn't stop him and he ran as fast as he could until he stopped at your front door.
No lights, no sound, nothing.
But still, he tried knocking the door and calling out your name. No answer. He uses the doorknob, which is unlocked, and opens the door to find most of your things were gone, save for some furniture.
He went all over the house looking for you, opening the now empty closet, searching for the photos of you with your family, friends, and him, but you weren't there. Not anymore.
His mother and sisters had found him on the couch with an unreadable expression on his face. He looked distressed, confused, in disbelief.
They sat down with him, comforted, and waited for a response before asking him the one question on their minds since they found you outside their home.
"What happened between you two?"
He slowly looked at them in confusion, "Wha-What do you mean? Everything was fine, we didn't fight or anything."
They looked at each other before facing their brother again, "Ajax. We found them outside the house." She paused, thinking of how to soften the blow to him before continuing, "Surrounded by yellow tulips covered in blood."
Instantly, he knew what they meant. "Hanahaki disease," He said and they nodded, confirming his reply, but that made him even more confused.
"But-But how?"
"That's what we're wondering, Big brother. What happened between you two?" Tonia asked. She thought of another question but didn't know whether she should say it or not, "Di-Did you- y'know," she gestured. To which, Ajax starts shaking his head profusely.
"I love them too much, I-I wouldn't do that to them." at least, that is what he claims. He might not have realized it while you were in Liyue, but after you left, he started to recognize his actions and feelings toward the traveler were more than platonic.
Yet, he didn't stop. Quips and flirty remarks thrown around during their conversations, unaware you were having difficulty breathing because of it.
He put his face in his hands again, finally getting the whole picture, and quietly asked his sisters if they could all just go home now. They didn't hear an answer to their question from him, but with his request, they already know.
Once back home, the usually cheery Ajax was not himself. Barely coming down to eat, not saying a word for days. There was barely any noise coming from his room and everyone was getting more and more worried for him.
A knock on the door alerted him.
His mother stood there with a dish of her own recipe. One she knows he'll love, if he decides to take a bite. It broke her heart to see her usually vibrant son with dark & sunken eyes, which is why she decided to step in.
She tries to convince him to eat, to speak and he eventually breaks down and confesses everything to her. That he fell for another, that he caused you pain and death, to which she offers comfort and suggests for him to get some closure.
He isn't ready, and he knows he'll never be. But he has to go.
First stop was to your parent's house, who had welcomed him into their home but can never forget that he ensured they'd never see you again. It wasn't a long stay, seeing that a lot of the things from your house had been moved into theirs had reminded him again. He said his apologies, again, and then his goodbyes before he left.
Next stop was to visit some of your friends, who had shunned him because he caused not only you, but now them, pain. To hear one of your friends' lover, who you thought would have been forever, caused your friend immense pain and eventually death was not easy to grasp.
Last stop was to you, if you were there to hear him or not.
Atop the tombstone, he placed a bouquet of your favorites. It's impossible to find these growing in all this snow, but Ajax brings nothing but the best for you.
He was prepared to say a million and three things to you on the way here, but now he was completely speechless.
Just breathe, Ajax.
Then he starts talking. He greets you, still having no idea what to say at all, then decides to just say it all. He talks about everything, really — what he's been doing, how his family has been doing, any new events happening that he's heard of, as if you were physically standing right in front of him.
"I found this artifact that I'm sure you'd love," and "Remember when you and I went ice skating and Tonia wanted to join us but she was too afraid to go on the ice? She's a lot braver now and she just loves to skate,"
From "My archery skills have been getting better," to "I got those new edition kameras from Fontaine and I can't wait to try them out,"
It was like talking to someone you've known forever, only a little bit different.
Eventually the sky had turned dark and Ajax couldn't say 'I'll stay for a little bit longer' anymore. He knew it was time to leave, and he wasn't sure when he'd be coming back here again.
He faced your tombstone, reading its words again, about to say goodbye until he broke. He knelt down, put his face in his hands and said his sorry’s over and over again, knowing that no matter how much he'd say it, you'll never come back.
Even if, through some magical, never before seen process, you came back. Would you even look at him? Let alone, forgive him? He didn't think so either.
He left, that day, with a heavy heart and a guilty conscience. But with slight happiness, knowing you're in a place where you'll never be hurt by him, or by anyone else, again.
He has said his apologies, but he could never forgive himself for it. His love may not have stayed, but after having you in his life for so long, as a friend and as a lover, you would remain in his heart forevermore.
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ok it's finally here, i have been meaning to make a masterlist for so long and now it's happening. also note that this masterlist is only gonna be fandoms and characters i have already written for! you can send me a quick ask to see if i write for a particular fandom!
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delicate - t. swift
“is it cool that I said all that? / is it chill that you’re in my head?"'
notes: my first ever fic! risque but not smutty
dress - t. swift
"say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."
summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation.
notes: smut, fem!reader (head warnings)
blank space - t. swift
"so it's gonna be forever/or it's gonna go down in flames?/you can tell me when it's over/if the high was worth the pain"
summary: your dad makes your life horrible. matt can make it worse.
notes: angst, fem!reader, dead dove: do not eat (head warnings)
the lakes - t. swift
"take me to the lakes/where all the poets went to die/i don't belong/but my beloved, neither do you."
summary: your hearing aids run out of battery, and you're forced to struggle through a day of ringing ears and being deaf. matt helps, as he always does.
notes: comfort, hoh!reader
moon song - p. bridgers
"and if i could give you the moon/i would give you the moon/you are sick/ and you're married/and you might be dying/but you're holding me like water in your hands"
summary: you hate that elektra and matt are getting married. will you convince him not to go through with it? can you?
notes: angst, male!reader
born to die - l.d. rey
"choose your last words, this is the last time/'cause you and i, we were born to die"
summary: as matt murdock's wife, your life is rather full of surprises. getting kidnapped by wilson fisk takes the cake as the worst one.
notes: angst, wife!reader, HEAD WARNINGS!
black friday - t. odell
"i wanna go party/i wanna have fun/wanna be happy/could you show me how it's done?/ you look so pretty/pretty like the sun"
summary: you have a list of things to do within a year of living in new york. matt helps you check everything off- oh, and you fall in love with him, too. it's not on the list, but you do it anyways.
notes: fluff, fem!reader
false god - t. swift
"but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips"
summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out.
notes: smut, hoh!reader
we're in love - boygenius
"will you still love me if it turns out i'm insane?/i know what you'll say/but it helps to hear you say it anyway."
summary: when your past finally catches up to you, matt truly learns what 'in sickness and in health' means
notes: angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader
peace - taylor swift
"the devils in the details/but you got a friend in me/would it be enough if i could never give you peace?"
summary: tinnitus, buffalo chicken pizza, and objections. what more can you ask for from matt murdock?
notes: fluff, hoh!reader
enter sandman - metallica
"exit light/enter night/take my hand/we're off to never-never land"
summary: you have a hard time sleeping. the devil has a few games in mind to tire you out.
notes: SMUT!, fem!reader
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Mortal Kombat 1
Johnathan Cage
you're the one - greta van fleet
"you're the one i want/you're the one i need/you're the one i had/come on back to me"
summary: you're johnny cage's assistant babysitter agent, and you're his opposite. and yet, he finds himself unapologetically into you.
notes: fluff, gn!reader
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The Last Of Us
Joel Miller
season of the witch - donavan
"you've got to pick up every stich/oh no, must be the season of the witch"
summary: you've lived in the small town of everbrook for a while now, and you thought nothing could shock you anymore. you're wrong.
notes: fluff, witch!reader, monster hunter!joel
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Five Nights At Freddy's
Mike Schmidt
lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley
"my body turns and yearns/for a sleep that won't ever come/it's never over/my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder."
summary: you get a tattoo, and it terrifies mike. mostly because he realizes how much you love him.
notes: angst, gn!reader
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Greta Van Fleet
Danny Wagner
fearless - taylor swift
"run your hands through your hair/absentmindedly making me want you/and i don't know how it gets better than this/you take my hand and drag me head first, fearless"
summary: daniel has been acting awfully weird lately. luckily, the kiszka brothers are on the case!
notes: fluff, fem!reader
silver springs - fleetwood mac
"i follow you down/till the sound of my voice will haunt you/you'll never get away from the sound/of the woman that loves you"
summary: the three times daniel wants you, and the one time he gets you.
notes: right person, wrong time trope, gn!reader
scott street - phoebe bridgers
"do you feel ashamed/when you hear my name?"
summary: he's your danny, even while putting the pieces back together.
notes: hurt/comfort, gn!fiance!reader
Josh Kiszka
timeless - taylor swift
"and sometimes there's no proof, you just know/you're always gonna be mine/we're gonna be/i'm gonna love you when our hair is turnin' gray"
summary: you decide to be kind after being cheated on. it spirals out of control, thanks to josh kiszka.
notes: fluff, fem!reader
Misc.
question..? - taylor swift
"can i ask you a question?"
summary: you ask your boys the burning question-- the question you don’t know if you can live without the answer to.
notes: fluff, prefrences
bound for n.y.c. - greta van fleet
summary: as tour manager, it's your job to get the boys to new york city, your home town. just don't fall in love with them, or anything.
notes: fluff, an experimental fic where i explored poly dynamics lol i hate this now i don't think its very good but oh well
To Be Continued....
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Reblog Masterlist 1
Matt Murdock / Daredevil
Alleycat series masterlist - Fluff, Smut
Not your average male fantasy - Smut
Kneel at the alter - Smut
Lost - Smut
Bad dreams (hold me closer) - Angst, Smut
No better love - Fluffy Smut
Wicked games - Angst?, Smut
Need - Angst, Smut
Ease the pain - Hurt/Comfort, Smut
Coffee shop woes (1) - Fluff / First date jitters (2) - Fluff / Late night confessions (3) - Angst, Fluff
My darling, my baby. - Fluff, Smut
Lavender haze - Fluff
Lingering - Fluff
Tolerance - Fluff
Ask response - Smut
I just need you - Hurt/Comfort?, Almost Smut?
A slow day - Smut
Bandages - Fluff
Sub!Matt hcs - Smut
Good boys deserve to be taken care of (1) - Smut / (2) - Smut
Old fashioned - Smut
Feisty - Smut
Wordle - Fluff (OFC, Not Reader)
Matt as a bad priest hcs - Smut
Kneel. - Kinda Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff?
Michelangelo's Matthew - Fluff
Still here - Fluff
Daddy issues - Angst, Hurt/Comfort
Attention - Fluff
My own worst enemy - Angst, Hurt/Comfort
In the rearview - Angst, Hurt/Comfort
All I feel is you - Fluff
Castle in the sky - Fluff
Never an ear strain away - Fluff
Talk too much - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Chaotic College!Matt hcs - Fluff
Nepenth - Hurt Comfort, Fluff
Forgiveness - Smut
Pain and pleasure - Smut
Sub Matt blurb - Smut
When the needle speaks (1) - Angst, Hurt Comfort / (2)
Stroke - Smut themes?
No interruption - Smut
Ours - Smut Blurb
Relax - Smut Blurb
I’ll be in good company - Hurt Comfort, Fluff
You’re somebody else - Angst
You are the best thing that’s ever been mine - Fluff that makes you cry
Matt Murdock x Autistic! Reader x Frank Castle hcs - Fluff, Hurt Comfort
Bruises - Hurt Comfort
Matt Murdock x Virgin!Reader hcs - Smut
Guardian Angel - Teen!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Dad!Matt, Hurt Comfort
A real first kiss - Little bit of angst, Little bit of comfort, Fluff
Corruption of innocence (1) (2) - Smut
Anchor - Hurt Comfort, Autistic Reader
And then I met you (1) - Slight Angst, Fluff, Dad!Matt, Mom!Reader
Stained glass love series masterlist
Rooftops and vigilantes - Fluff? Idk what else to say (1) (2) (3)
You learn something new everyday… I guess - Fluff, angst?, hurt comfort?
Praise kink - Smut / Good girls finish first - Smut
Ours - Fluff, Comfort
Chase - Smut (1) (2)
Frank Castle / Punisher
Bad dreams (hold me closer) - Angst, Smut
Fashion show - Fluff
Jealousy - Smut
Forgiveness - Smut
Out of mind - Fluff
Ours - Smut Blurb
Matt Murdock x Autistic! Reader x Frank Castle hcs - Fluff, Hurt Comfort
Ours - Fluff, Comfort
Billy Russo
Penny for your thoughts - Smut
Jessie Pinkman
Celebrating Jessie’s birthday hcs - Fluff
Saul Goodman
His secretary but in a porno way - Smut
Peter Parker / Spiderman
Stim the stress away - Fluff, Neurodivergent Reader
Touch - Smut
Doughnuts - Fluff
Paparazzi - Dark! Peter, Smut, little fluff?
these violet delights - a dark! mob!peter tale [tasm peter vs kilgrave] - Angst, Dark Fic, Not x Reader, Dead Dove Do Not Eat
Darth Vader / Anakin Skywalker
The throne - Smut, Darth Vader
Derek Morgan
Size kink - Smut
BAU General
Autistic BAU reader hcs - Fluff, Hurt Comfort
Rick Grimes
Our moments - Fluff
Bruce Wayne / Batman
Missing you - Smut
Words greatest detective - Smut
Other
Yandere Butler x Autistic Reader hcs - Dark, Hurt Comfort
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Center of Gravity // Bonnie Gold (part 1)
Bonnie finds out you can't swim
"Bon... No Bonnie put me down!!" you shrieked, your laughter disturbing sending the birds in the nearby trees flying from their nests. You fought and wriggled thrashing around in his arms, breathless for giggling and fighting with him. "Fuckin put me down you daft fuckin..."
"The mouth on ye! Careful little dove we'll have to soap ye," he grinned down on you, his bright blue eyes gleaming as he laughed at you.
You'd been playing with the bairns out in the fields, hide and seek with a twist... That if you were caught you owed the catcher a kiss.
The steaks changed depending on who was playing and who was catching but if it were you playing with the boys, then you could be certain a kiss would be the name of the game.
You'd been doing well to evade them so far, managing to rave your way back through the fields to the knarled sycamore tree which was today home base. The little boys legs were fast but they didnt stand a chance against you. You were petite even for a teenage girl but you'd always been pretty nimble and extremely fast so, so far that afternoon you'd won every race except for the ones with the smaller lads, the real youngens who you went easy on because they were only littlens and ever so cute.
Your trouble had started when Bonnie had come back from the city, all grubby from working with his dad. The bairns had clamoured around him - Bonnie being one of their favourites for his lackadaisical nature and his laid back approach to rules - tugged at his trouser legs, begging for his help to beat you.
And he never passed up the opportunity to get his hands on you.
You weren't a thing, had never been a thing and, if he was really being honest with himself, probably would never be a thing. You were the prettiest girl in your whole camp, the prettiest girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Your wild, ragged beauty far outshone the glamour of the girls in the city with your long dark curls and your dark green eyes. You had one of those impish smiles, full of mischief and he was sure he was in love with you. He certainly devoted a little of his time each day to try and paint that pretty little smile on your lips.
Despite his efforts though he was sure you'd never noticed him as anything but a friend. Even if you may have considered him one of your best friends, that wasn't enough for him.
Which is why when the boys had asked he'd been more than happy to oblige, dropping his peaky cap on the ground and shrugging off his jacket before he kicked off from the ground after you.
When you realised it was Bonnie chasing you you had cried out in frustration, head tipped back laughing, already knowing that youd lost. Still you put up a good fight, running as fast as you could straight into the long grass and ducking into the woodlands thinking you could outsmart him. But the boxer was as light on his feet as a ballet dancer and far quicker than you, the stride in his step more powerful than yours, so it didn't take him long to come careering into your side, his arms wrapping around your waist as he swept you up off your feet and locked you in.
He spun round on his heels and shifted you up in his arms to raise you up bridal style to his chest.
"Well, well, well little dove, looks like you're caught..." he said smiling down at you with the familiar cheeky light in his eyes.
"You can put me down now Bon," you sighed trying to fight back your giggles, rolling your eyes in a weak attempt at pretending your heart wasn't racing at your sudren proximity to your friend.
You'd always been close with the older lad, friends since you were only wee yourselves and this was hardly tthe first time you'd found yourself so close to him. It wasn't the first time he'd caught you playing block-1-2-3, not the first time he'd tossed you over his shoulder and done a victory lap with one arm the only thing stopping your skirt flapping around in the wind.
And it wasn't the first time the proximity of his face to yours had stirred something inside you, sent the fleeting thought of having him lean down to kiss you, wisp through your mind and paint your cheeks with a deep blush. But just because it wasn't the first time it had happened didn't mean it hadnt taken you by surprise all the same. Didnt mean it left any less of a burn in your chest and across your cheeks.
"Whats the forfeit for getting caught dove?" he asked you, knowing grin, that smug little look on his face ever so slappable.
"Put me down dinlow," you narrowed your eyes at him, unable to keep the smirk off your lips as you spoke, "if you think am kissing ur ugly mug you've another thing comin..."
"Oh thats it is it, you owe me a kiss," he grinned, "well little dove..." he chuckled, shunting you up in his arms once again, huddling you a little closer to him as he spun around looking for something.
Before you'd realised where he was taking you he was running off with you bundled up to him.
Thats how you ended up at the riverside being threatened with a cold swim.
"Fairs fair an all little dove," teased Bonnie making as if to toss you into the water. He'd already done it and you knew he wasn't going to let you fall but still the squeal shot out of you anyway making him laugh all the harder.
"Put me down Bonnie stop being stupid!"
It was funny, because whilst Bonnie was enjoying the feel of your body wriggling against his, and whilst he was savouring the sound of your laugh and the sensation which rippled through him every time he felt your grip around his neck tighten...if he'd seen any of the other lads try this with you he wouldn't have stood for it. He'd have had you out of their arms and returned to safety in a second, and he'd have made them pay for teasing you too. But he didnt mind your squealing and fighting when it was him who had a hold of you.
"Ah little dove ye gotta play fair now, i caught you and now..."
"Whshht would ye am no bloody kissin ye Bonnie Gold now put me down..."
"Well," he sighed, "i didnt want it to have to come to this y/n but youre really giving me no choice," he said dramatically, shaking his head feigning dissapointment as he went to drop you into the water once again.
And this time he really did drop you and had you not had such a tight hold on him that would have been that. You'd have fallen splashing into the stream, soaked to the bone, screaming and splashing with your mind on vengeance.
But Bonnie had failed to count for the fact that you really were holding onto him for dear life and when he tried to toss you into the water, your grip around his neck dragged him in with you. The two of you tumbled from the bank of the water disapearing beneath the surface. You screamed as you felt yourself fall and when you found yourself sunk beneath the surface, lost amid a mass of white froth and bubbles you began to panic.
You could feel Bonnies body still beneath yours and you snatched at his shirt desperate to cling onto something, anything, because you couldn't swim.
In all your years of playing and messing around with Bonnie youd managed to hide the fact. Partially from shame, embarrassment (it was after all pretty strange that a wee gypsy girl such as yourself had never learnt to swim) and partially because you didnt want anyone getting any ideas about teaching you.
You thrashed your legs about beneath the water, panicking as you felt the current trying to move you. It was Bonnie who brought the two of you up to the surface, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kicked the two of you towards the light above your heads.
Youd squeezed your eyes shut benneath the water and you didnt open them until you heard Bonnies laughter rippling from his chest.
"You got me good there little dove," he admitted, "wasnt expecting that thats for sure," he grinned not noticing for a second that you weren't smiling anymore. That you werent laughing as hed expected you to.
"Fuckin dinlow," you scowled back meeting him with a glare that chilled him to the bone. The light left his eyes immediately when he recognised the wounded look in your eyes.
Youd been coughing and spluttering when youd first broken through the surface together but he'd just put your swallowing river water down to the shock of falling. Now, looking at you, he realised that you'd not been swimming yourself back up to the surface, that it had been his efforts which had brought you to him. And then he felt the way your legs and arms were clinging to him, you were pressed so tightly against him he was actually surprised hed not noticed it until now but your legs were locked around his and if you didnt move them he wasnt going to be able to swim you back to shore.
"You can't bloody swim can you..." he spoke his realisation out loud, swallowing down when you shook your head and continued scowling back at him.
There was river water soaking the both of you right through, drops dripping from his curls which were slick to his head, they were caught in his lashes and he looked so pretty. His cheeks flushed from the cold and the exertion.
He thought you looked just as pretty, even if you also looked livid with him. You looked beautiful and if you hadn't been so mad at him he'd have probably chanced his luck trying to kiss you. But as it was he felt far too guilty to try anything like that, and honestly? He was a little scared of your temper.
You might have been tiny, a delicate flower of a girl, physically speaking, but you were fierce and when you lost your temper you really lost it.
"Oh my little dove," he sighed, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, "whyve didnt you say somet?" his eyes were full of regret as he studied yours, hoping if not for anything else, a little glimmer of forgiveness.
"Cause," you shrugged, he wasnt sure if you were going to cry and he was scared of that. See if he brought you back to the vardos soaked to the bone but smiling, that you was one thing. If he brought you back dripping with river water and tears... Your father would kill him if your own didn't get there first. "'s' embarrassing aint it..."
"Nah, you dont get embarrassed with me," he smirked giving giving you a little nudge with his nose to your temple. It was an affection little gesture, and again, it wasn't the first time he'd seen it done it but you still weren't used to the tingle it sent through your body nor the way it made it impossible for you not to smile. "'s dangerous an all dove... What if it had been one of the other lads chucked you in... They might not have thought to help you out..."
"They wouldn't have got so far," you said with a knowing smirk, beginning to soften up again much to the older lads relief.
"How no?"
"You wouldn't have let them," you said as you tried to adjust your grip on him because you could feel yourself slipping down his body.
"Aye thats right, wouldn't let anything bad happen to my little dove."
You tried not to dwell on the feeling but the way he said "my" left a swell in your stomach which was warm. It radiated through you, warmed your whole body through and left you feeling strange inside. Made you want to cling to him even tighter than you already were. Made you want to never let go.
He realised then that he needed to take you both back to shore before you caught your death in the water and so he slipped his hands a little lower, beneath your thighs to push you up his waist.
The river was only deep to you because you were smaller than him, but he was tall enough to wade to the bank if only you'd relax your iron grip around him.
"Gonna have to relax a little bit dove," he chuckled, bowing his head so that hos forehead rested in your damp locks and his nose brushed your ear, "youre messing with me center of gravity, we'll fall in again if your don't ease up a bit..."
"Ooo has fighter boy learnt a fancy new word?" you shot back giggling despite your nerves.
You were almost shocked he had the balls to tease you just then, but of course he did. This was Bonnie, of course he'd find the time to tease you even after what hed just put you through.
You clung with your arms locked around his neck, nestled your chin into the crook of his shoulder and closed your eyes as fear rippled through you when he began to move slowly through the water.
"s'alright flower ive got you, not gonna let you slip," he reassured you when he felt your grip tighten around him again. He was trying his best to ignore the glee your clinging to him was stoking, but he couldn't help take a little pride in the way you held onto him like you trusted him with your life. Which you did actually, not that you'd ever admit that to him.
Even when you were safely back to shore and he'd pushed you both up onto the bank, the two of you lying in the long grass at the edge of the field, you didn't let go. Your legs stayed wrapped around his and he let you hold onto him as he took a few minutes to catch his breath.
He'd have stayed there with you longer, enjoying the feel of your body still pressed against his. He knew that when you returned to the settlement you'd most likely be whisked away by your sister to get dried and warm and that then there'd be no more chances to get that kiss you owed him.
But he knew in the end that getting you home, warm and dry was more important to him than some kiss and so he pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked down at you with a sigh.
"What about a rematch, if you win all debts are cleared?" he asked shooting you that cheeky smile, expecting you to either rise to his challenge or tell him to get fucked. You however did neither, thumping his chest gently and grinning back.
"Hows about you carry me back and i won't tell me father you chucked us in the river..."
Ultimately he knew that was an offer he couldn't refuse, her father was going to go mad when he saw his little girl soaked to the bone, it was the best Bonnie could hope for was that you might take pity on him and lie about just how you'd ended up in that river.
"Fine," he held his hand out to you to help you up, "cmon then little dove up you get,"
You took his hand in yours, felt how tiny your hand wad in his and tried once again to ignore the flutter of emotion which disturbed your insides. Something had changed between you and him. You weren't sure it had changed for him but it certainly had for you and the harder you tried to ignore it the more aware of it you became.
Now even the sensation of his eyes on you was too much for you and you felt yourself shy away from him. He noticed it too but he didn't say anything, he wasn't sure what to make of all your blushing, all those doe eyed looks which always seemed to end in you averting your gaze to the floor.
If you were any other girl he'd assume you liked him, but this was you and he knew that there was no way.
You let him hook his arms under your body and bundle you up like a bride, and even though Bonnie knew it wasn't like that between you, he still carried you back to the settlement glowing with pride. It might not have been like that between you but you were still his little dove and you'd never have let any other lad hold you like that.
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#Bonnie gold x reader#Peaky blinders imagines#bonnie gold#Peaky blinders x reader#Bonnie gold imagine#Fluff
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https://x.com/postdisclosure?s=21
Do u think aliens exist? I saw this profile on twitter and i thought maybe aliens were spreading non dualism to make us go crazy or spiral out of control 😭😭😭
You promise your not some malevolent alien???
Im only 13 and shifting realities has ruined my life and taken away my innocence. I just keep going down rabbit hole after rabbit hole. Im insatiable right now. I just wanna know whats real. 😭😭
Literally from "no concepts," to loa, to shifting, astral projection, alien, conspiracy theories, demons, alchemy, angels, folk spiritual practices, witchcraft....ever since I was 11 and came across shiftok I dove deep into all these esoteric studies
And while "no concepts" feels the best, when you chnaged your pfp I got scared 😭😭😭 because it happened when I came across this community of people that think aliens are gonna come for disclosure and theyre not sure if theyre good or bad, but that humanity needs to know. It was such a stupid synchronicity...maybe i dreamed up this way...because im so scared of all this crazy esoteric knowledge i know now. All my friends think im crazy, but they also think its cool, but also dont have the mental fortitude to dive as deeply as i did 😭😭😭 im all alone
Theres these beings that esoteric people on 4chan talk about, theyre called mantids and they can control your brains😭😭😭 theyre partially aliens
Idk what to believe, but again, i even tried witchcraft and spell work, and astrology. EVERYTHING over these past two years to find out the truth of reality. I have over a terabyte of files worth of esoteric knowledge. And i still don't know!!! I wish i never came across tiktok and did this deep dive into the unknown. I wish I had just been a normal middle schooler
I wish i just found loa and non dualism first
Do you have any advice? I know, I think u might be an alien. But ur probs not lol.
My parents and grandparents cant even help...all they care about is work and keeping our lives organized. My mom and dad told me im just going down rabbit holes for no reason. My family laughs that im into all this esoteric stuff. I actually think they think its a cool quirk in the family. So shallow😭😭😭😭😭😭 im too young for this mental illness
But its too late, I know too much...
Any other no concepts people, please say anything to this post
Ur guys words have been the thing that makes the most sense. But this awakening/noticing is intense and nobody around me is going through this 💔❤️🩹😭🫶🏻
jesus christ???????
1. Anon with all due respect, your first question.. if you know i'm an AV/" " account, where does the belief in aliens fit in?
2. In a slightly concerning tone, don't you see how out of touch all of this sounds?
3. At your young age of 13 you might want to stay away from social media for a bit because.. this does not sound healthy anymore😬 over a terabyte of files worth esoteric knowledge.. jesus christ
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Fic Tag Game!
I was tagged by @beri-allen, @writerrose1998, @cosmic-lullaby and @wileyonce. Thanks! <3
20 questions below the cut:
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
16
2. What’s your AO3 word count?
136,228
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Wednesday for now. I used to write for StarWars (see question 12) but no traces remains from that era.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Woe of Wrath
I'm on my Way
Variations on a Main Theme - 1
A Second Chance for a First Impression
Five Minutes Earlier
5. Do you respond to comments?
As much as possible. Usually I respond to every comment, even if it's just to say a quick Thank You. The only fic on which I haven't done that is Woe of Wrath, if fell into limbo and I have a hard time focusing on it right now. And I feel kind of weird to answer comments after several months of silence, but the more I wait the weirder it gets...
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Doomed is a Dead Dove Do Not Eat fic. The entire text is dark, including the ending.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I will go with Double-Date With Dad.
Farewell Xavier Thorpe ends on a really good note too (if you are not a fan of Xavier).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
It never happened. Fingers crossed.
9. Do you write smut? What kind?
I try. I find it difficult for two reasons. First, it's tough to avoid clichés. When you read smut, you end up noticing some general patterns, and I do my best to stay away from those. Second, I'm not a fan of some popular kinks, for instance I can't stand the expression "good girl", and therefore I'm not interested in writing it, even if I keep reading authors that use them. Some people probably think my smut fics are boring, too soft, too ordinary. But I don't care (yeah, I do, but shh).
10. Do you write cross-overs?
No. And I have a really hard time reading cross-overs too. And I hate cross-overs in tv shows. Complete respect to authors, however. It's just not my thing.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No. I guess I could translate my own fics in French since it's my native language, but for now I don't see any reason to do so.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, I did. It was a weird kind of toxic partnership. The other person was responsible for writing the general plot (because my ideas weren't good enough), and I had to turn every page he wrote into a three-pages long section, adding descriptions and filling the blanks. And correct the spelling and grammar, and add better vocabulary...
13. What WIP would you like to finish but doubt you ever will?
I hope I will finish every WIP I currently have, even if they tend to pile up (WIP bunnies...). My biggest challenge is to go back to Woe of Wrath. It is my first fic, it is a multi-chapter one, and I started to write it just to let the steam out after a twenty-years-long writing hiatus, so the outline was not super clear, there are many plot holes I try to fix, the sentences and vocabulary are bad... I know where I want to take the story and how it ends, but it's hard not to want to start over.
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
For fanfics I'll say Weyler because it's the only thing I've ever written. Now besides that... For those who read Guy Gavriel Kay, I'm forever bound to the Diarmuid/Sharra ship, followed by Paul/Jaelle. Quite fond of the Clary/Jace ship in The Mortal Instruments (The books! Don't talk to me about the movie or the tv show!)
15. What are your writing strengths?
No damn idea. I've been asking myself the same question since I was thirteen.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Probably not being able to answer question 15. Imposter syndrome.
17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
In French it's not a problem, of course. I've done it in Impulsion. I have studied Latin for two years in highschool so I felt comfortable enough to translate a few sentences in Woe of Wrath. For other languages, I would only do so if I can find a beta reader fluent in this specific language to correct the grammar. I cringe everytime I read English fics with badly written French dialogs, it makes me loose the focus on the story (Same for tv shows, by the way. Come on, you have 2 millions $ to produce an episode and you can't find someone to double-check your French sentence?). It's really hard for me not to comment with a correction (AO3 etiquette: do not provide corrections unless the author specifically asked for it). I don't want to inflict that on my readers by butchering their native language.
18. First fandom you wrote for?
Star Wars. It was a long time ago (in a galaxy far far away), when there were only three movies and a few books (Timothy Zahn forever!). And for those who wonder how old I am, I used to write with WordPerfect, DOS version (it was the pre-Windows era). It had a blue background (terrible for the eyes) and some keycodes you had to use to change the font to bold or italics. Since you can't visualize anything in DOS (it's not a wysiwyg), it used colors, so you had to remember what it meant (yellow letters meant italics...). And I used to save those texts on a floppy my mom took to her office to print.
19. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
It's not a popular one, but I really like Monologue for a Hyde. I like the tone. Pretty happy with Fuck Me Once Shame on You, Fuck Me Twice Shame on Me, too.
20. What fic would you want to rewrite one day?
Woe of Wrath without a doubt. With a proper plan, and a lot of plot holes avoided (that damn cellphone...)
I will tag the Death Metal and Glitter Club members whose Tumblr ids I know, aka @anotherbluesunday, @tastethesetears, @darling-gemini, @darlingfuego,
As well as @broken-everlark, @persephoneed, @bithablu, @allergictocolor and @insomniac1994.
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Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy || Eddie Munson || Chapter 8
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 9
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!
Summary: she's under vecna's curse, and the gang tries to save her.
Warnings: vecna's curse, trauma, survivor's guilt, blame, angst. steve and eddie being lovely despite the pain. and obviously, bad, bad writing.
WC: 5531
A/N: hello, lovelies!!! thank you so much for the love and support! this chapter has been very difficult to write, since it was my first experience with horror/action writing. I really hope you won't hate it as much as I do.
I'm leaving for Puglia in two days, so I'm not sure how much I'll be able to write. hopefully I'll still be able to publish either a chapter or maybe some one shots! thank you for the support, nonetheless!
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“Don’t be stupid, okay?” She nodded at Steve. And as she stood there, watching her best friends walk away, a strange feeling settled at the bottom of her stomach. She kept her eyes in front of her, trying to shake the feeling away, but she couldn’t move. Fear had once again taken over her, paralysing her. And then, suddenly, the air around her changed. Everything became cold, so cold she began shivering. Maybe she could ask Eddie to lend her his jacket, she thought, but before she could turn around, she heard someone call her name. The voice was familiar, yet not at all. It felt distant and close at the same time, as if it came from every direction. The voice was also deep, and freakishly gruesome, so much that it filled her with horror. A clock chimed in the distance. The voice called for her again, becoming louder, deeper, so much that she could feel it in her bones.
“Y/N.” The voice came from right behind her this time. It’s not real. It’s just my mind playing tricks on me. She kept her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her, her lower lip trembling. “Y/N, why won’t you look at me?” And as those words hit her ears, she felt a tight sensation in her stomach, as if someone had just wrapped their hands around it and squeezed as hard as they could. “Come on, little dove. It’s me.”
Her eyes filled with tears. “Dad?” She whispered, still unable to move. It can’t be my dad. My dad is… my dad is dead. A tear rolled down her cheek, leaving behind a wet trail.
“I know you don’t believe it’s me, but it is. I came back for you. I had to talk to you.” She could hear the voice smiling. And the voice, it sounded exactly like her dad. “Please, little dove, look at me.” Those words. Those two words. The words that her father had always used to call her, the words that always brought happiness to her, now felt like a punch to her heart.
“I’m sorry, dad, but I can’t.” She whispered through the tears.
“Y/N,” The voice changed once again: it became inhuman, atrocious. “I said” She felt a hand lay on her shoulder. “Turn around.”
Y/N slowly looked down to her shoulder, but what she saw wasn’t a human hand. Unnaturally long fingers were slowly closing around her arm. She felt as if her legs were going to give in, as tears kept on falling uncontrollably down her cheeks. But all of a sudden, she felt another voice, something that came from within. This voice was kind. This voice told her one simple thing. Run. And without thinking, without even looking back, she sprinted towards the woods. And she ran. She ran faster than she had ever done, she ran until her legs burned, she ran until she couldn’t run anymore. And when she felt like her legs were about to give out, she hid. She took a quick glance behind, before stopping in front of a big, hollow tree. She curled up, pulling her legs as close to her chest as possible, closing her eyes tightly and trying to hold her breath. Maybe I lost him, she thought, trying to make as little sound as possible. She wanted to scream, to call for Eddie, Dustin, Steve, Robin. She wanted to cry her friends’ names, she wanted them there. But when she opened her eyes, none of them was standing beside her. Everything was quiet. Uncannily quiet. The only sound she could hear was her heart beating in her ears. But as loud as that was, it didn’t cover the sound of someone, or something, approaching. Her fists were so tight that she could feel her palms begin to burn. I don’t want to die.
“Y/N, please, stop running.” The voice was back, and she could feel it resonating in her bones. She could feel the voice trickle down her back like a drop of freezing water. “Let’s talk.” The long fingers appeared, gripping tightly onto the side of the opening in which she had crawled into. “I know you still think about me every day, little dove.” A head came into view, and when she looked at the face, she saw her dad, or someone that looked exactly like him. He slowly walked in front of the opening in the tree, and crouched down to look at her in the eyes. She looked at him and she saw the spark in his eyes, the one that she had loved so dearly, the spark that he’d had whenever he’d spend the day with his children, the spark he had the morning of the day he died. “I know the accident haunts you. I know you blame yourself.” She knew it wasn’t him, and yet a small part of her wanted to crash into him and hug him. She missed her father so much. She missed his smiles, and his kind and encouraging words. She missed his hugs and his singing voice. She missed the warmth that perspired though his voice whenever he was with her and her brother, with his kids. She missed everything. “And you know what? You’re right. You should blame yourself.” In that moment, she realised it wasn’t him, it had never been him. She slowly looked away, and that was when she noticed his grotesque hands. As she kept looking, she noticed that his appearance was slowly changing, and was resembling more and more the creature she had seen in her vision a couple of days prior. Her heart dropped to her stomach. She tried to push herself back, to run away, but her back was stuck against the inner wall of the hollow tree.
She had nowhere to run.
“I told you not to let her out of your sight!” Steve came running as fast as he could, wishing he hadn’t completely given up sports after he had left high school. Y/N was just standing there, completely still, if it wasn’t for her eyes shuttering like the wings of a butterfly. But the sight was far from beautiful. Her eyes, her big, beautiful eyes, eyes that always offered him warmth and love and understanding, were white and empty.
“I was right here!” Munson was now screaming at him. “I was standing right next to her. She was fine. She was...”
Steve put his hands on either side of Y/N’s body, shaking her, as if that could be the key, as if that could bring her back.
“I swear, I kept my eyes on her all the time! I-” Steve glanced to the side. He wanted to shut Munson up, he wanted him to stay quiet. But when he looked at him, he couldn’t help but notice a tear running down his cheek. He had his hands in his hair, and he was pacing back and forth. “She was fine a moment ago.”
“Eddie, it’s not your fault.” Robin approached the raven-haired man, kindly placing a hand on his arm, trying to help him calm down.
Was he crying? Eddie Munson? Eddie “the Freak” Munson? The guy he had seen having fun while vivisecting a frog? The guy that spent most of his time playing a stupid game of make-belief and smoking? That Eddie Munson? Crying? For her? For his best friend? He had no right. He had had one job, he was supposed to stay with her and make sure nothing happened to her, but he didn’t. He failed. And now she was standing there, in a trance. And he was crying.
Steve scoffed, returning immediately all his attention to her. “Please, Y/N. Don’t leave me.”
And seeing her, there, like that, that’s when it hit him. That’s when he realised how important she was to him. Ever since they became friends, ever since the events of Star Court happened, he knew Robin and her were his best friend. They would spend most of their days together, just the three of them. He would pick them up every morning and drive them to school just to be able to spend time with them, to make sure they were okay and they had a good night of sleep. He would wait for them after school to either drive them home or to take them to Family Video. And even there they had fun. Y/N didn’t work there, but nonetheless, if it was busy, she would help them by winding back the tapes, or by mindlessly walking among the different costumers and giving them suggestions, tell them which film she thought they should watch based on the last one they’d seen. And Steve couldn’t help but smile whenever he caught a glimpse of her and Robin laughing at something a kid had just said. Steve loved being invited over to the Hendersons’. Mrs Henderson cooked a mean grilled cheese and she made the best pasta. He loved spending time with her family, it made him feel welcome and loved. It made him feel like he could be part of a family. But he also loved spending time just the two of them, lying on the floor of her bedroom, distractedly listening to Duran Duran while talking about their future, about going away, leaving Hawkins and moving to Chicago, where she could go to university and study, while he and Robin would work in some shop or restaurant, waiting tables and getting bored while she was in class, waiting for her to come home and just spend time together. She had such big dreams. And he was proud of her for that. Steve loved Y/N. He loved her with all of his heart, but not in a romantic way. He loved her like someone loves their best friend, or a sister. She had never looked at him as an object of desire, and she had made it clear that, as much as she thought he was handsome, she wasn’t interested in him in a sexual way. He could distinctively remember the day she told him, and how shocked he was. The news had shocked him to his core, but he wasn’t disappointed. He felt seen, appreciated. She was there, with him, she spent time with him just for the sake of it. She spent time with him because she liked his company. She wasn’t interested in getting something back other than mutual respect and love. Steve cared for her, and he wanted to protect her. He wanted to keep her safe. And yet, now, she was there, under Vecna’s curse.
He had left her alone when she needed him the most.
All of a sudden, a wave of sadness and self-anger washed over him. He froze. His eyes were still on her, he couldn’t look away. The last week came back to him like a cold shower, all the times he had yelled at her, all the mean things he had said. Everything came back to him, and he wanted to scream. He had treated her so poorly. And now she was fighting for her life against a creature from a parallel reality. He couldn’t remember when the last time was, he told her that he loved her, that she was special. He wanted to punch something. He wanted to scream. But he couldn’t leave her side.
“Please, Y/N.” He whispered. “Don’t leave us. I need you.”
Y/N was running again. She was running for her life, as tear streamed down her face. What previously seemed to be her father, now looked nothing like him. A tall creature was constantly behind her, a creature that looked like it had just walked out of a fire, with skin completely burned off. It was tall, slender, with terrifying long limbs.
Y/N was running, but wherever she went, she couldn’t seem to leave him behind. Whenever she changed direction, whenever she turned behind a tree, it was there, waiting for her. She had nowhere to run or hid.
“Stop making this harder than it is.” The creature’s voice filled her ears and resonated in her bones, making her come to a halt. “I don’t understand why you’re so set on staying alive. With everything that you’ve done.” The creature was now standing right in front of her, taking slow steps, one after the other, coming with each of them closer to her.
“Think of a happy thought.” She took a step back, while her heart beat so fast and so loud, she could feel it in her throat. “Think of Dustin. Think of the day you first took him for a ride. Think of that day. Think of the smile on his face when you showed him around town as if he hadn’t grown up in that place. Think of your birthday the previous year, when he and his group gave you that wonderful poster of Lord of the Rings and the card that Will had handmade for you with each of you drawn as a different character from Tolkien’s stories. Think of Robin and Steve and that weekend you drove all the way to Chicago with the excuse of going to see the university and take information, which you did, but then ended up spending most of the time running aimlessly around the city, just breathing in the freedom, the non-Hawkins air. Think of Eddie. Think of the way he held you when you woke up crying from your nightmare, think of his kind eyes. Think of your friends, your found family.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, while holding the other one tightly closed in a fist.
But the images in her head were wiped away by a villainous laugh which echoed through the woods, but at the same time stuck to her skin like molasses. “Do you really think those memories can keep me out of your head, Y/N? Do you think I’m so weak?”
She didn’t answer. She just kept taking careful steps back as he advanced in her direction.
“Take for example the memory with your brother. Such a cute, adorable memory. And yet, do you remember how anxious you were at the idea of going in a car with him? You thought it was going to happen all over again, right? What happened with your father…”
And then, all of a sudden, she could no longer retreat. Now her back was once again pressed against a tree. She quickly glanced around, trying to study the area. She could run again; she could try and find some other place to hide. Maybe she could even find a way out. But before she could even move, something that looked like a vine but felt like a wet tentacle slithered between her feet, and then wrapped around her legs, making it impossible for her to move.
“Stay with me, Y/N. I want to talk.” The creature’s heinous voice filled every inch of her body, making her tremble with terror. “I can see you think highly of him. Of your brother, I mean. You really care about what he thinks of you, right?”
Another tentacle was making its way around her middle, securing her to the trunk, her arms stuck on either side of her body. But she didn’t let it win so easily, wriggling around, trying to free herself from its hold.
“I hope you know he doesn’t always tell you the truth. For example, he hates you for stealing his friends from him.”
For the first time after so long, she spoke. “That’s not true. He’s the one who introduced me to them.”
“He thought he was being kind and doing his brotherly act of kindness, you know. Your mother couldn’t stand seeing you at home all day, because you reminded her of you father, and she never really forgave you for what you did, for what you took from her. So, she asked him to introduce you to his older friends.”
“That’s– that’s not true.”
The creature was now standing only a few feet away, its cold, empty eyes fixed on her. “They all blame you, Y/N. For the accident. Your brother especially. It’s your fault if he grew up without a father who could teach him how to be a man. It’s your fault your mom stopped wanting to go out, to go on vacation, because you took away from her the only thing that really made her happy. It’s all your fault.”
Y/N’s heart dropped. She had always thought they all blamed her, that they all pitied her. But no matter how many times she had told herself saying it was her fault, hearing the words come from someone else, gave them a different weight. Now those words were heavy on chest, which struggled to rise and fall properly under the pressure of the tight grip the vine had on her stomach.
And so, she stopped fighting. She stopped resisting. Maybe she deserved it. Maybe she should die after all. It would make things easier for everyone.
“We have to play her favourite song!” Nancy’s words were clear, as she stood by Y/N’s side, trying to keep her eyes fixed on her. She hadn’t been there when it had happened to Max, and neither had Robin. The sight was terrifying, even more so when it was their friend, the person they had grown up with. “Robin, Steve, which is her favourite song?”
Robin was completely panicking. She was crouched down, her hands in her hair, as she tried to think. “I don’t know, I can’t remember a single song title!” Tears were filling up her eyes. “I’m blanking. I- I can’t think of anything.”
Then, someone moved. Someone started running. And when Steve turned to look in that direction, he noticed a mass of dark, long hair leaving the group. What the fuck? He thought to himself as he turned on his heels, running as well in the same direction. He ran as fast as he could, doing everything he could to catch up to him. And when he was only a few feet behind him, he almost threw himself at him, a hand grasping his jacket and pulling him back. “What the hell, Munson? You can’t just run away! We’re in a fucking emergency!” Steve fought the urgency to punch him. “I don’t know what you two are, but whatever it is, you cannot leave her.” He hadn’t notice how hard he was gripping onto the other man arm, until he yanked it, freeing himself.
“I know her favourite song, Harrington.” He sounded collected, and yet Steve could clearly see the fear in his eyes, and he was almost sure that the thudding sound he could faintly hear was his heartbeat.
“Then what the hell are you doing?”
Munson turned around and walked inside his own trailer. “I need my guitar; I don’t have it on tape.” He quickly made his way to his room, glancing inside his uncle’s bedroom, releasing a deep sigh of relief when he noticed it was empty. The last thing he wanted was to involve his uncle as well. He slammed the door open, grabbing the guitar, his beloved guitar off the wall, and the small, battery-powered amp he kept in the corner beside the chest of drawers, before running back out. When he came back into the sunlight, Harrington was waiting there for him. He showed him the guitar, as a way of proving he was telling the truth, that he wasn’t just going to bail on them. He put the instrument over his shoulder, nodding in the other man’s direction, a wordless signal that he was ready to go back.
When they finally made their way back to the rest of the group, everyone was too busy trying to talk to Y/N, to call for name, to notice the two men setting up the instrument right there in front of them. He connected the guitar to the amp, pushing a button on the small box. The static sound that followed, which quickly filled the air, caught everyone’s attention. And now the rest of the group was staring at him as he took the pick he had around his neck, immediately beginning to strum the first few notes of the song, just to make sure it was working.
“Turn it up.” Eddie’s voice was determined, confident, as he swiftly moved a few strands of hair out of his face. Steve, who up until two minutes ago wanted to kill Munson, blaming him for putting his best friend in danger, was now standing on his side. Now, for the first time, he was beginning to understand what she saw in him. Steve complied with the order, crouching down to better see which knob to turn. The static sound became loud, and that was the signal.
Eddie’s fingers easily found their way to the strings, immediately beginning to play the song he had spent entire nights studying, just for her. If anyone had told him that the song from a band he could barely stand was going to save the life of the woman of his dreams, he would have never believed them. And yet, right now, he was standing there, in the woods, with his guitar and his amp, playing in front of people he never thought would look at him as anything other than a freak. The melody of Everybody Wants To Rule The World filled the woods, bouncing off trees, and resonating in everyone’s bones. Eddie played as if his life depended on it, which, in his head, was the truth. He could never live with himself if he lost her. He couldn’t live with himself if she did and hadn’t been able to save her. So, he kept playing. He kept playing until he reached the end of the song, only to start over again. He played it even when her body slowly rose off the ground. He played so hard that his fingertips hurt, and he could already feel cuts forming, breaking his skin. But he kept on playing. He kept playing because he couldn’t allow her to suffer the same end as Chrissy had. He couldn’t allow her to die. He needed her. He needed her safe and alive.
Now Vecna had her. The tentacles were wrapped around her body, tightening whenever she twitched, keeping her pinned to the tree. However, when she looked around, she no longer could see the woods she had been running in, the woods where she had stopped with the others. A red hue now coloured the sky. The trees were now gone, and as her eyes looked around, she could clearly see different piece that seemed to have once been part of a house floating in the air. There were stairs that led to nothing, and pieces of walls that lost their sole function of separating rooms. A clock was flying in the air, slowly, and as she studied it, she was sure it was the same clock she had seen outside Reefer Rick’s house. It chimed, and its sound echoed in her ears; as a trigger response, her heart started beating faster. In the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a door with a beautiful stained glass. A door she had seen before. It looked exactly like the one from the abandoned house in front of which she had stopped one too many times to write, sitting in the old playground which had fallen out of use. And it was there that she had spent her afternoons alone, trying to write the most difficult, most terrifying passages from her stories. She knew that place. But it looked nothing like it did in real life. Now, with the red background of the sky, it looked like a bomb had gone off in there, and she was now watching a slow-motion replay of what had happened.
The clock chimed one more time. And when she turned her head to look in front of her, the creature was standing right there, with its eyes fixed on her. If she looked close enough, she could almost see what once might have been a man. And yet, now, in front of her, there was no man. Because no man would do such things.
“Be very still, Y/N. It will be over soon.” The creature spoke, and its voice inhuman voice felt like dozens of spiders crawling down her skin. A single tear found its way down her cheek, leaving behind a wet trail that, when it came in contact with the cold yet humid air, she shivered. “You know it’s the right thing.” A tentacled raised from the ground, slithering up her body and around her neck. “They all blame you, and you know that. Do you really want to continue living knowing that your friends and your family pity you?”
Words just stuck in her throat, as the tentacle tightened around her neck, cutting her breath. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she was too scared to even breathe. She had been seeing Mrs Kelly for two years at that point. She had gone to her office every Friday since… since her accident. Once a week after she had gone back to school. They had talked for hours about her, about her family and her friends, about how nothing was her fault, about how her friends were with her because they loved her and cared for her. And yet, hearing someone else say out loud what she had feared for so long, gave the thoughts a different weight. Maybe it was right, maybe she had always been right.
She took a deep breath, struggling because of the tightness from the tentacle. She was ready. She was ready to give it all up. “There, good girl.” The creature’s penetrating, gravelly voice made her stomach writhe, and as a hand moved to her face, she closed her eyes, another bead of water rolled down her face.
But then, all of a sudden, a familiar melody started playing. At first it was distant, barely perceptible, so much so that she really thought she was imagining it; but then, slowly, the sound became louder. And as the chords progressed, her breathing accelerated. She looked over the creature’s shoulder, and immediately, she felt her heartbeat pound in her head, and a tingly sensation travel to her hands. Through what looked like a tear in the fabric of reality she could see herself in the real world, in the woods by the trailer park; she could see her body hanging in the air, and on the ground, there were her friends calling her name. Among them, she recognised a mass of dark, curly hair. And the more she looked at the scene, the more she concentrated on it, the louder the music became.
“Not again.” She could hear the creature speak; she could hear it protest. “You’re not going to be so luckily like your friend was.” But her eyes were fixed on the background.
As the chorus hit her ears, she felt a wave of confidence wash over her, a wave of awareness. They were there, all of them, by her side. They were calling for her, trying to save her. They didn’t just leave her; they didn’t give up hope. They cared for her.
She jerked her hands, fighting against the wet tentacles that kept her pinned to the tree, trying to get free. She kicked her feet and tugged her arms, until she felt the hold get looser. “Stop fighting. It will be less painful if you stay still.” The creature spoke in a gravelly voice, but Y/N couldn’t be bothered to listen and comply. She kept her eyes on the scene, as the tear in the background grew larger. Now she could clearly see Eddie playing her favourite song on the guitar; she could see her brother and her best friends standing at her feet, jumping and screaming her name; she could see Nancy standing right beside Eddie, supporting him, telling him that he could do it; and she could see Max holding onto Lucas, fighting the tears as she knew how much Y/N was hurting.
And then, suddenly, she felt her feet hit the ground. Her body was free.
Without thinking much, she began running. For the first few meters, she struggle to stay on her feet because of the pain she could feel in her limbs. But she ran, nonetheless. She ran despite she could still feel the tight sensation of the tentacle around her neck. She ran as fast as she could. And not once she looked behind. She could feel the creature scream, a low, inhuman growl, which only pushed her to ran faster. And she kept running. She ran in spite of the burning sensation in her already tired legs. And as she ran, the tear on the horizon became larger, the voices closer. Please, Y/N, come back to us. She could hear them cry out. Come on, Y/N/N! You can do it! Their voices ringed clearly in her ears, completely covering the screams that came from behind her.
She was close. She was so close she could almost touch it.
Tears fell down her face copiously. Her chest hurt from the lack of oxygen. And she could feel a sharp, staggering feeling in her side. She wanted to give up. She wanted for it to be over. But she couldn’t.
And then, beneath all the screams, she heard it. Please, Y/N. I need you. The voice was low, barely perceptible in all the chaos. But she heard it. And as a trigger, the words sent a wave of adrenaline through her body, which gave her enough strength to take the last leap. She pushed herself off, and everything around her seemed to slow down. She could feel the exact moment her soles left the ground, she could feel the cloud of dirt sticking to her trousers, she could hears the creature’s guttural screams reverberate in her bones.
And then, nothing. For a few moments, everything was dark. For a few moments she was sure she didn’t make it. For a moment, a part of her believed she was gone. And then, her body hit the ground. The impact sending a wave of staggering pain throughout her body. Every single part of her hurt.
Eddie had been playing that song over and over again for he didn’t even know how long. Tears had been pooling at the corners of his eyes, so much that he struggled to see the strings on his guitar clearly. But now his fingers were on auto-pilot, they moved on their own, as if controlled by an external force. His fingers hurt; his hands hurt. But nothing in this world could make him stop, not until he was sure she was back, not until he was sure she was safe. So, he played on. And he was sure that, if she had been there, next to her, she would have made fun of him, saying that he had gone all soft. He could almost hear her voice, see her smile. All of this for me? You really learned a Tear for Fears’ song just for me? And he would have rolled his eyes. And maybe he would have even kissed her.
He sniffled with his nose, blinking a few times, not caring whether people could see the tears roll down his cheeks. “Please, Y/N. I need you.” His voice was low. He was sure she couldn’t hear him, but he said it, nonetheless. And he kept on playing, glancing every now and then in her direction. He had never been a religious person - with everything he had been through, he had stopped believing in God a long time ago. But still, he prayed. He prayed to whomever was there, listening, to bring her back to him.
And then, the next thing he knew, she was gasping.
When he looked in her direction, her body was falling, racing towards the ground. His heartbeat accelerated, and he stopped playing all together. His eyes were fixed on her now, and everything seemed to move in slow-motion. He knew he couldn’t break her fall, but while everyone froze or still hadn’t realised what was happening, he threw his guitar to the side – something he never, ever would have done in a normal situation; but that wasn’t normal. With tears falling down his face, he threw himself in her direction.
She was panting, struggling to catch air. She screamed, a cry that rose from her guts and that froze everyone’s blood. She looked around; panic painted all over her face. She cried, tears copiously streaming down her cheeks.
And then, Eddie’s arms were around her figure, pulling her close to his chest, holding her as tightly as he could. “You’re safe, princess.” He spoke softly, rocking her gently, trying his best to calm her down, but really trying to calm down himself as well. “You’re with us.” He whispered; his lips pressed against her forehead. “You’re with me.”
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I have an Ao3 account now!! :D I’m Skye_the_Lofty_Nutcase over there, you can find my profile here.
This has not been updated in a while, sorry, I write too much lol. *sweating* However, you can find all my writing using the tag #writing on my blog and you’ll find not only the stories below but snippets, bonus scenes, and all kinds of stuff! I’ll eventually try to update this post to make things more accessible, sorry it’s a mess. >_<
A general note on my fanfiction: I work in healthcare, so sometimes injuries or illnesses might be more detailed than people are comfortable with because to me it’s just normal, but I don’t make things excessive or gratuitous. I will also never write any explicit sexual content. At best things will be steamy, but nothing will ever be NSFW.
My story tags! You can find fics and their bonus content with these :) I also have some extra highlighted tags that you can find by clicking the search bar at the top of my blog.
Breath of the Sky // Blood of the Hero // Elastic Heart // LU in Healthcare // Dad Squad // Good Ganondorf // Imprisoning War // Fierce Dadity // Secrets of the Shadows // Forsaken AU // Wild Spirit
Skyward Sword stories
A Dragon’s Care - 5+1 chapter Skyward Sword Sickfic
Summary: After the defeat of Demise, the dragons of the realm find a very sick Chosen Hero on their doorstep with no explanation and have to scramble to deal with it. Hurt/comfort. Starring Link, Faron, Eldin, crimson loftwing, and Lanayru, with a small helping of Zelda, Groose, Owlan, Eagus, Pipit, and Gaepora.
Ch 1
Ch 2
Ch 3
Ch 4
Ch 5
Bonus chapter
Sleeping Dove - Two part general Legend of Zelda story with emphasis on Skyward Sword characters
Summary: When the Spirit Maiden Zelda finally passes on, she finds herself in an unexpected situation.The true nature and cruelty of Demise’s curse is revealed, and reality crashes down. Angst and more angst, with a small bit of comfort. Starring Skyward Sword Zelda, with appearances from OoT/MM Link, Fi, SS Link, Sages, OoT Zelda, BotW Zelda, and BotW Link.
Pt 1
Pt 2
Scenes from a Wedding - Couple vignettes from Link and Zelda’s wedding. Absolutely pure fluff. Starring the lovebirds.
One Last Look - Vignette, Zelda POV of a pivotal Skyward Sword scene, angst
Sparring - Zelink Vignette
Summary: Zelda hasn’t sparred in quite a while since their adventure. She decides the best way to dust off the cobwebs is to duel her chosen hero. Fluff, fun, bonding.
Adventure of a Lifetime - Vignette
Summary: Being a Hero is difficult and filled with trials. However, it isn’t all bad, and while on his quest, Link takes a moment to appreciate everything around him. Link, Fi, fun and fluff and highlighting the joy of playing this game.
For a Better Tomorrow - Vignette
Summary: On the day of Demise's first defeat, Hylia tries to find hope as she succumbs to her injuries. Starring Hylia and Fi, angst and bittersweetness and hope
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Breath of the Wild stories
A Promise of Armor - Miphlink oneshot
Summary: Mipha planned on giving Link the Zora armor, yet 100 years later it was found in Zora’s domain in her family’s safekeeping. So what happened on that fateful evening when she was to offer it? Did she gather the courage or decide to keep her feelings to herself? Mild angst, romance. Starring the lovestruck champions.
The Hero’s Guide - quick cut scenes, oneshot
Summary: An idea about a fun possibility for botw 2, featuring familiar characters serving in a mentor role. When Link finds himself alone again, Hylia sends him a guide to help him along. Adventure, starring BotW Link, Hylia, and a link from the past.
Breath of the Sky - pre-BotW canon divergence, BotW characters meet up with SS characters! Multi-chapter story
Summary: When Princess Zelda goes to the Spring of Courage to pray, accompanied by her appointed knight, a giant magical cog spitting out a goddess is the last thing she expects, but it is what she gets. Meanwhile, the Spirit Maiden Zelda is trying to figure out what the heck is happening and where her missing husband/chosen hero is. This story is set pre-calamity and is my way of comforting poor Princess Zelda and Champion Link because their destinies made them an absolute mess, and I just get to play with my favorite SS couple too. Starring Sky Link, Sky Zelda, Wild Link, Wild Zelda, co-starring the king and the Champions. Angst, adventure, romance, fluff, all of it.
Rainy Days
- Hylink oneshot
Summary: Every year, Hylia remembered her original chosen hero, and on that day every year it rained. One year, though, she finds a surprise in the form of a connection to the newest Hero. (this story goes along with the my headcanon about how Demise’s curse works, but it can be read without knowing it) Angst, emotional hurt/comfort.
Age - Vignette
Summary: After finally defeating Ganon, Link and Zelda take an excursion to Gerudo Town to celebrate. Very brief vignette. Silliness and some bonding.
Healing - Zelink vignette
Summary: Link takes care of Zelda after defeating Ganon. 100 years locked in a fight is draining, after all. Starring the traumatized teenage team. Hurt/comfort.
Great Expectations - Oneshot
Summary: When the time comes to finally face the Calamity at the castle, Link finds himself faltering. Doubt and old anxieties suddenly drown him. Amidst his spiraling, however, a voice from the past arrives to help him, and he learns a valuable lesson about self-worth. Starring Link, a ghost from the past, and mentions of family and friends long gone. Angst, emotional hurt/comfort.
Blood of the Hero - Multichapter story, also known as Link’s Parents play BotW
Summary: The Soul of the Hero will always be there to save Hyrule. But when Calamity Ganon is nearly victorious in killing him, it's those that bear the Blood of the Hero who will prevail. Ten years after the Great Calamity, the Shrine of Resurrection is damaged and Link's parents fight to save their son and Hyrule along with him. Starring Til & Abel, Link’s mom and dad! Also starring Link, as well as many characters from the AoC and BotW eras. Adventure, angst, family kicking butt and taking names, protective parents.
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Ocarina of Time stories
Statue - Zelink vignette, Zelda’s POV upon meeting the Hero of Time. Angst, romantic undertones.
What is Lost and What is Bound - Post Oot/MM oneshot.
Summary: Everyone makes mistakes. When Link’s mistake costs him an eye, a fierce deity decides it’s time to take things into his own hands. Featuring Link, FD, and Nabooru, set after Link’s game adventures. Leans heavily into my HC that FD is a Soft Dad but also bears in mind that lore and fanon believes him to be dangerous and dark, so it’s like Soft Dad with an Edge lol. Blood and gore but nothing excessive, some angst and silliness and body horror because I’m weird and can somehow mix all of those together.
Veiled Eyes - Two chapters, Zelink and Malink, and complicated feelings
Summary: Link lives in a world where he feels he doesn't belong. Zelda doesn't understand. Link looks past the princess, but all she sees is him. Heavy angst, Link dealing with the emotional ramifications of living in two eternally separated timelines and learning how to move on from it. Can be viewed as either Zelink or Malink. Starring Link, Child timeline Zelda, mention of Adult timeline Zelda, and Malon
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Wind Waker stories
Ritual - Telink vignette
Summary: Link is getting his ears pierced. He’s excited, Tetra is hell bent on ensuring it’s done correctly. Quick vignette, fluff and fun.
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Twilight Princess stories
Secrets of the Shadows - Wolf Link Reveal, multichapter story
Summary: When Link goes missing shortly after his adventure, Rusl is worried. Preparing to leave and search for him, he stumbles onto a wolf. This has to be a sign of trouble, right? Rusl thinks it is, and the swordsman attempts to eliminate the threat... and then realizes that there is far, far more to this beast than he thought possible. Featuring Link, Rusl, Uli mostly, with appearances from other TP characters like Renado and Colin. Heavy, heavy angst and whump and hurt/comfort.
Winter’s Bite - Ordon family hurt/comfort/fluff oneshot
Summary: Link usually shows up at Rusl's house every day. When no one has seen or heard from him in the middle of a sleet storm, Rusl goes out in search for him. i.e. Rusl gets to take care of his fluffy boy <3
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Hyrule Warriors stories
UNDER CONSTRUCTION (i.e. I’m too lazy to put it in right now lol. Feel free to check out my Fierce Dadity series on AO3 and that’ll have all of them!)
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Linked Universe stories
Day Trip - Oneshot
Summary: Legend and Warriors are tasked with going into town to get supplies. Their dynamic and their baggage makes the trip go about as well as one might expect. Slice of life, basically, little bit of angst, little bit of fluff, a fair amount of banter. Starring Legend and Warriors, with the other boys in the background.
Homesick - Oneshot
Summary: At the end of another day, Twilight finds Sky by himself, aching for home. Little emotional ache/comfort, Twilight being a nice big brother. Starring Twilight and Sky, with the other boys mentioned. Inspired by twilight-linkess’ lovely art of Twilight and Sky!
Mild Adjustments - Oneshot
Summary: When the Chain steps through a portal and ends up on a seemingly floating piece of rock, they suddenly realize that there was far more to the Hero of the Sky’s title than they previously thought. Starring Sky and Wild with Twilight, Legend, Warriors heavily involved, and a speckling of Wind, Four, Hyrule, and Time. General, mild angst and illness, Sky being feral and not bearing in mind how his insane actions affect others.
Fierce Revelations - Three part story
Summary: When a battle spirals out of control, Warriors finds a familiar mask in Time’s arsenal and decides that desperate times call for desperate measures. Time then has to confront what it’s like to be on the other end of the mask, and the repercussions that come with it. Emotional hurt/comfort, some introspection of a few characters, angst, and family bonds. All the boys are present but the stars are Time, Warriors, Sky, and the Fierce Deity.
Surf’s Up! - Oneshot
Summary: When the Chain settles in early, Legend seeks out some peace and instead ends up having a very eventful evening. Because where Wild’s concerned, nothing can be peaceful... especially when you throw Sky and Warriors into the mix. Fluff, fun, and chaos with the knights and the veteran.
In the Library - Vignette
Summary: The boys find a library and chill. Featuring all the Chain! This vignette was just made to accompany the lovely art by sky-squido. Fluff and silliness.
On Display - Vignette
Summary: When Warriors is pressed into using his attractiveness as a distraction, Four steps in to save him from the discomfort of the situation. Starring Four and Warriors with Legend, Sky, Wind, Wild, Time, and Hyrule as supporting cast. Inspired by a post by skyward-floored, who always has great ideas. Mild angst and comfort and background silliness.
Beautiful - Vignette
Summary: After consecutive days of battle, Warriors sees Twilight struggling and reaches out to help. Starring Warriors and Twilight with Time and Wild on the side. All the boys are there, just not the focus. Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff.
Paradox - Oneshot
Summary: When Sky suddenly falls deathly ill with strange markings, Time has to piece together the cause and save him. Starring Sky, Time, Warriors, Twilight, with Legend on the side and the rest of the boys in the background. Sickfic, Dad Time to the Rescue, Sky having a 0/10 experience, Wars, Twi and Ledge being scared and caring brothers.
Elastic Heart - Multichapter fic, curse reveal story
Summary: When Sky goes missing, the Chain scrambles to figure out where he is and what happened before it's too late. Featuring Sky as the centerpiece of the story, even though he’s not always actually in it, and then starring all the Chain. This story is designed to act like a LU arc, with lots of character interaction and highlights around a central plot. Angst, humor, hurt/comfort, drama, fluff, adventuring, and fun. Also featuring a sprinkling of Twilight Princess characters as the Chain explores Twi’s Hyrule.
Numb - Oneshot
Summary: Nearly losing Twilight was devastating to the entire Chain. Sky managed to hold it together the best, though, and seemed to be doing fine. Until he wasn’t. Starring all the boys with Sky at the center. Heavy emotional angst and with some mild comfort to soften the blow, Sky has a mental breakdown and it isn’t pretty.
The Caregiver - Oneshot
Summary: Twilight tries to be there for everyone, and he usually doesn't need any kind of help in return. Except on some days. Too bad he refuses to reach out. Angst and mild emotional hurt/comfort, starring Twilight being the Big Brother who decides to tough things out on his own and comforts himself
Final Hour - Oneshot
Summary: When everything goes horribly wrong, Time desperately attempts everything in his power to fix it. Wind instead chooses to be the self sacrificing Hero, but the end result isn't what Time expected it to be. Based on art by kikker-oma. Heavy angst, emotional hurt/comfort, Time throwing caution to the winds (har har) when everything falls apart. Starring Time, Wind, and the Fierce Deity.
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The Long Road Home Chapter 5
chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4
Relationship(s): Cordell Walker & Liam Walker, Cordell Walker & Micki Ramirez, Cordell Walker & Stella Walker & August Walker
Tags/Warnings: PTSD, Psycogenic Mutism, Mute Cordell Walker, Therapist Micki Ramirez, Misophonia, Hallucinations, Insomnia, Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, Hurt, Pyschological Trauma, Trauma Recovery, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence
Story Summary: Cordell Walker, Texas Ranger, was undercover for 11 months. He went dark for several of them. When he finally came back online, he wasn't the same man he was when he left. What happened and how will he recover?
An alternate universe exploration of Walker coming home.
Chapter Summary: Cordell is home and the family can't seem to decide on how to handle his recovery. Thank goodness Micki has his back.
Taglist (if you would like to be added, let me know!): @theladywyn, @ihavepointysticks, @klaatu51, @itsjessiegirl1, @neptunium134
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Cordell has been home for a while now. Liam got him situated in the farmhouse that Mom and Dad finished up in his absence. Ideally, the kids will be moving in there with him one day. For now, they’ll stay at the main ranch house with everyone else.
August was the first one to break the silence on this issue. “Can we see him? Now that he’s home, I mean.”
“Uh, well….”
“It’s a yes or no question,” Stella snapped. “Can we see our dad or not?”
Liam sighed. “You can, just not right now. Your dad needs time to…decompress first. You can see him when he’s ready.”
“Well, when will he be ready then?” Stella asked.
“I’m not sure.” It was the most honest thing Liam had told them since Cordell went dark. “He…. He’s just not in a good place right now. He’ll bounce back eventually. We just need to give him time.”
“How much time? What’s even wrong with him?”
“He’s just dealing with a lot right now. I don’t know how much longer it will be. Just…. Be patient, okay?”
Stella huffed and got up. “Whatever. Come on, Auggie. We’re gonna be late for school.”
His mother watched the kids storm out and turned to him. “They deserve to see their father,” she started
“Not like this,” Liam cut in. “Cordi- He’s not who he used to be. He doesn’t talk. He barely eats. He barely sleeps. He has a hand tremor. He- he’s not in his right mind most of the time as far as I can see.” Not that Liam ever really knew what was going on in his head. “I know they want to see him and I know he wants to see them too but- I don’t want them to see him like this. Maybe when he’s better….” The If he ever gets better went unspoken.
“Maybe you should explain that a little better than,” Bonham cut in. “He’s their father. Doesn’t he deserve to see his kids.”
“When they can see him without being traumatized, I’ll think about it,” Liam snapped back. “I just- I get it. I do. I know they want to see each other and live together again but…. I just don’t think they can deal with Cordi the way he is now. And he needs to be able to focus on getting better without worrying about how they’re coping with it. Keeping them apart is the best thing for them for now.”
That’s what Liam was going to keep telling himself anyway.
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It had been almost a month since he came home and Cordell was used to being alone at this point. Liam was the only one that came to visit him (though it seemed weird to call it a visit since they were all living on the same property) and that was mostly after work, sometimes in the morning if it was a weekend.
He always asked Liam when Stella and August would start coming over but his brother kept brushing him off with one excuse or another about homework or ‘adjustment periods’. Cordell didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know Liam was lying through his teeth. He knew why Stella and August weren’t coming over. Liam probably didn’t want them to see him like this.
But he needed to see his kids. He needed to hold them and hug them and know that they were okay and that they didn’t hate him. Was that too much to ask?
All that to say, he was very surprised when he heard the front door to the house unlock without Liam’s usual telltale greeting.
“Hello? Dad? Are you up?”
Stella?
Cordell dashed to the entryway and was greeted with the sight of not one but two children. His children.
He wanted to say something. He couldn’t, but he so badly wanted to. He settled for holding out his arms to catch them in a hug.
For the first time in a long time, the thought of human touch didn’t terrify him. It had been far too long since he held his children in his arms. He held them tight, relishing in the fact that he was home and his children were here and they were all safe.
After a few minutes of just silent hugging, Stella and August pulled away. Cordell managed to keep a hold on their shoulders and led them to the living area so they could sit and talk. Well, sit and communicate.
“Are you okay, Dad?” August asked, brow furrowed in concern.
Cordell shrugged and scanned the coffee table for the notepad he used to “talk”. He grabbed it once they were all sitting on the couch and tried not to let their confusion bother them. He wondered what Liam had told them about him. I’m as okay as I can be right now. And I’m so happy to see you two.
Stella’s eyes flicked between the notepad and his face. “... You can’t talk?”
Well, that answered one question. I guess your Uncle Liam didn’t tell you much about my condition?
Stella shook her head. “He’s not telling us anything. He just keeps saying that you need time to ‘decompress’ and that he’ll let us see you when you’re ‘ready’.”
August bit his lower lip. “....You’re never going to be ready enough for Uncle Liam, are you?”
Cordell shook his head. I think I’m too broken for that.
“You’re not broken! You’re just- You’re different. And that’s okay. You’re still- You’re our dad. That’s not going to change. Ever.” The fire in Stella’s eyes was as comforting as it could be frightening. “We still want to live with you. We miss you.”
Cordell swallowed hard and blinked back some very proud tears. It won’t be easy. I’m different in a lot of ways. I don’t talk. I have a hard time sleeping. I react badly to loud noises. Eating is hit or miss. I dissociate a lot and I don’t react well to unexpected touches. I want to live with you too but I understand if this is too much for you.
“It won’t be,” August promised. “It won’t be easy but…. We’ll learn. You’re seeing a therapist, right? Can we talk to them? They can help us figure it out, right?”
He nodded. Micki would definitely be on board with helping and she wouldn’t sugarcoat it for any of them. I can ask her if she can sit down with all of us and advise us on that. He hoped she would. He wanted this so badly, and he could tell the kids did too.
“Stella?! August?!” Liam burst through the back door. “Cordi have you seen-” He stopped and stared when he saw them sitting on the couch together. “Oh. There you are.”
August smiled sheepishly while Stella just glared at him.
Liam coughed awkwardly. “Uh, Cordi, can we talk? Alone?”
“No,” Stella said before he could respond. “You wanna say something, say it to all of us.”
Liam pressed his lips into a thin smile. “Alright. Well, first of all, you two could’ve left a note. Or told someone where you were going.”
“None of you would’ve let us come over if we told you,” August muttered.
“Second,” Liam continued, not acknowledging his nephew, “There’s a reason I didn’t want you coming over here yet. I’ve told you, your dad’s just not ready.”
Cordell glowered at Liam, who suddenly turned to face him. “You should’ve turned them away. Or at least let me know where they were.”
Cordell picked up his notepad. Sorry my excitement over seeing my kids for the first time in almost a year was inconvenient for you.
Liam set his jaw. “Well, you’ve had your family time. It’s time to go back.”
“Fine,” Stella snapped. “But we’re coming back again.”
“No, you’re not. Not until your father-”
“He is ready!” Stella argued. “And so are we. We can start living together and-and help him! We want to!”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Liam said sternly. “Come on, it’s time for both of you to come help Mawline with dinner. Now.”
Stella glared but otherwise stayed silent as Liam led them out of the house. Cordell thought the house had never felt lonelier than it did after they left.
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“Honey, let me help.”
Cordell let go of the folded clothes his mother apparently thought he couldn’t handle putting away by himself.
He knew she cared. He knew she was just trying to help. He knew she thought she was doing the right thing. He was still irritated at her hovering mother henning.
After the incident when Stella and August snuck over to see him, Liam had allowed their parents to start making visits if they wanted but the kids were on lockdown. Cordell appreciated getting to see his parents again, of course he did. He just wished it didn’t come with the same obvious overbearing judgment that Liam held.
“Have you eaten anything today? Let me make you some lunch.”
I’m not hungry he couldn’t say. I can barely stomach toast most days. I probably won’t be able to eat whatever you’re making. She probably wouldn’t listen to him even if he could say it.
He was starting to miss the quiet of an empty house.
His mother took over the kitchen and sent him to the living room to wait. So, he sat on the couch and waited as instructed. Nevermind that he could make his own lunch or at least help. Yes, his hand tremor made it difficult for him to hold a knife but he could stir a pot or set out ingredients or something.
Oh well.
He sat on the couch and waited. As he waited, his mind wandered. And wandered. And wandered.
The thing about his dissociation episodes is that he couldn’t really control or predict when they happened. One moment he would feel perfectly fine, the next he’d realize hours had passed and he hadn’t moved or drank water for any of it without even realizing. This wasn’t like “zoning out” in class or daydreaming in the office. Being so completely out of it that he was unaware of his own body, let alone the rest of the world, was scary. Especially so when it took him a while to “come back” to awareness. Micki said it was likely a holdover survival technique his brain developed when he was in captivity and that it would lessen over time as he started to heal and realize he was safe at home. He didn’t see that happening anytime soon but he trusted her.
The biggest trouble with his episodes was that it was pretty much impossible for anyone to tell he was in one. Aside from Micki, that is. Which led to trouble.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and he abruptly stood up, pushing the person away.
He didn’t realize who it was until he heard his mother cry out.
He stared at her dumbly. She stared back with wide eyes that held more than a hint of fear. His mouth formed around an apology that wouldn’t come out.
“I…. I’ll be outside,” she said eventually. “Your lunch is on the counter. Eat all of it, please.”
The door slammed shut behind her, and Cordell wondered if maybe his brother was right after all.
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Liam was a little surprised when Micki insisted on meeting the entire family, but perhaps he shouldn’t have been. Abeline was happy to invite her to dinner and get to know the woman that was putting her son back together.
Dinner was a cordial affair with polite conversation, all of them avoiding the topic of Cordell’s condition. Liam wanted that to last a little longer, preferably the whole evening. But he should’ve known Micki had a reason for wanting to come over in the first place.
“That was a lovely dinner, Mrs. Walker.”
“Call me Abby.”
Micki smiled. “Abby then. Now, I hate to kill the mood but there’s something important we need to talk about regarding Cordell’s treatment.”
Silence fell over the table, none of the Walkers knowing quite how to react. Micki took it in stride; she was probably used to having conversations like this.
“I’ve been talking with Cordell about how he’s settling in and I think we need to make some adjustments. The first of which is that Liam can’t be the only one dictating his schedule and who’s allowed to see him.”
Liam clenched his jaw. “I’m trying to do the right thing for my brother.”
“I’m sure you are. But Cordell feels…unheard. It’s going to be a lot harder for him to adjust and recover if he doesn’t have a say. You can’t just lock him inside until he’s ‘fixed’. Isolation like that actually has a good chance of making his condition worse. I understand that wasn’t your intention, and that’s why I wanted to have this meeting now. I think it’s important that everyone is on the same page as far as what Cordell needs for his recovery.”
“Well, what would you recommend then?” Liam asked, unable to stop a note of irritation from slipping in.
“I think we need to look at creating a timeline for Stella and August to start living with him.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Abby cut in. “We’ve been testing things out with him and…. I’m not sure he’s ready.”
“Maybe he isn’t. Or maybe he is and the rest of you just need better education on how to live with him. Cordell wants to live with him, and I understand they want to make that move too.” Micki glanced at the kids for confirmation and they nodded. “I think this could be beneficial for Cordell and give him a good goal to work toward. It’s not going to happen overnight; I need to work with him on communicating his needs and Stella and August need to learn how to deal with his condition so they don’t accidentally trigger him.”
“And you’re sure this is a good idea?”
Micki cut Liam a look. “You don’t?”
“I’m just not sure he’s ready for that.”
“As his therapist, I think he is. You’re welcome to disagree but, seeing as I know a little more about trauma recovery than you do, I’ll be taking the lead on what is or isn’t good for his treatment. Is that okay with you?”
Liam nodded. He couldn’t argue with that. “Sure. We’ll give it a shot.”
He just hoped she knew what she was doing.
#walker#walker fic#walker fanfic#au#ptsd#trauma recovery#dissociation#mutism#cordell walker#liam walker#micki ramirez#stella walker#august walker#my writing#my fic
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Today is mother's day and I got my dad a present. Multiple actually.
For background, my mom doesn't live with us. She moved out in 2021 and she moved back in with her parents just a couple months ago. She was neglectful when she did live here and I can't remember a single promise she ever kept.
My dad took over her (tiny amount of) responsibilities when she left and I think it made me appreciate him more. My dad wasn't there a ton when I was a kid, but that was because he had a job that required a 45 minute commute, and it's not like he was gonna get anything better to support our 8-member family. My dad has always tried his best.
(Fun fact: The day I bought a #1 Dad Mug at a thrift shop that matched my mom's very unique #1 Mom Mug was the same day my mom's mug broke. Talk about symbolism.)
In October he took in a homeless trans kid that my sister's partner was friends with. Both that kid and my sisters partner are going to be in our family pictures this coming Thursday.
At Walmart, I saw a pillow that said "mama bear" on it. And immediately I was like, I have to get this for my dad. For context, my dad is a bigger man with a big beard and long hair. He's a bear. He's also greygender and pretty much only uses his agab terms because, well, he's 45 and it doesn't really matter to him.
After seeing that pillow, I decided I didn't want to just do that. I got him a cuticle remover (he was talking about how he enjoyed it), some new hair things and hair clips (again, long hair), some oatmeal cookies that I know he likes, dark chocolate peanutbutter doves, and some liquid death, which we'd recently had a laugh over the existence of before promptly realising its actually really good. Lastly, a peanuts card that I picked up last minute.
I had to fit everything into a box from work so he wouldn't see anything and I brought it home under the pretense that my coworker had given me some miscellaneous items while decluttering. I brought it into my room, set everything up and put it behind my door.
I went around and had everyone sign it, only barely managing to get my sister before she left for work (unfortunately her partner left earlier than we anticipated, so I couldn't get them to sign the card) and I put everything into this tall bag with a unicorn on it. It was one of the only bags that was big enough to fit everything, and I just thought it was so perfect.
I was also planning on giving him a painting I did in middle school of the northern lights— I have all of my paintings from middle school tucked away on my bookshelf— but I couldn't find it.
I had to go to the store with him when he picked up my sister, so I couldn't just wait for him to get home. I had to wait til he went out to the van, sprint upstairs, grab this bag that's easily 15 pounds because of the liquid death, rush back downstairs, hide it between our couches, rush out to the van, then rush back inside when we got home and set it up on a couch for him to open.
It went over really well, which was something i was worried about right at the end there, since he'd asked me and my sister if we told our mom happy mothers day. I hadn't, but my sister had. They were talking about it when they entered and I beckoned dad into the living room for his mother's day gift.
Overall, I spent about $60 on the gift. And I don't regret it. One of the biggest things of note with my mom was that whenever we celebrated mother's day, I would always try to put effort into it to make her happy. And it was never... really appreciated. I remember one year I got this sort of clear trophy-wine glass thingy and put some chocolate in it, and I had all of her kids sign the lid. She didn't take it when she left. It was sitting in our kitchen (with half of our deadnames on it, might I add) until a few months ago. If she'd left it in dad's room, I think it'd be less hurtful, but she left it on the microwave cart where we all saw it every day. Mocking us both with our deadnames and our failure of a gift.
Buying for my dad wasn't like that. I know even if I fucked up one of the items, he'd enjoy even the existence of it at all. I could've just bought the card or just the pillow and he would've been happy. But I didn't, almost because of that fact. My dad would be happy with less, so he deserved more.
#happy mothers day#my dad#long post sorry#ill probably post this on reddit once i get my laptop in order#but i wanted to post it on mothers day#so here it is
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Love in my dreams and In real life to
Chapter 1: first time meeting
Zachary pov
It was a night like any other I brushed my teeth got my pajamas on took my hair out and went to bed but my dream last night was weird I was in what looked to be a forest with a weird light pink hue and I was standing in front of somebody and this person that was absolutely gorgeous they were tall like taller than me tall they wore a reddish blackish dress with rose all over the skirt and sleeves and a blue brooch on the neck ruffles and they had short dark brown hair they had different colored eyes, one purple one yellow but I couldn’t see the whole face they were wearing a bird mask and it looks like we had some weird ink dripping from their eyes and mouth I was so stunned by how they looked. I didn’t even know what to say so I just said the first thing that came to mind
Zachary: who are you?
Aristotle: somebody you’re going to meet very soon 
Zachary: what do you mean?
Aristotle: oh where are my manners? I didn’t introduce myself first! My name is Aristotle polonoi!
Zachary: oh yeah my name is Zachary dove *chuckles a bit* do you happen to be related to the world famous actor dýo polonoi? 
Aristotle: yes I am he is my dad!
Zachary: oh sh!t really?! I was just taking a random guess
Aristotle: yes! Why don’t we sit down somewhere 
Zachary and Aristotle find a bench to sit down by a lake 
Zachary: so tell me more about yourself I know this may seem weird but are you you a guy or or a girl?
Aristotle: neither I’m non binary and I moved about about 11 times
Zachary: what do you mean you move 11 times?
Aristotle: well according to both my dad, there are some people after us I was literally born in France until I was about 11 then we moved to Wales then the Philippines then Canada and Florida and no, I’m coming to California
Zachary: you said you moved 11 times not five
Aristotle: oh i’m counting times we moved houses too
Zachary: ah gotcha so tell me more 
Aristotle: well I am 16 years old and I have a 5 year old little sister and I’m pansexual
Zachary : really? I’m 16 and have a 5 year old little sister too and I’m bisexual and where are you moving to in California?
Aristotle: the same city as you and i will be enrolled in the same school as you
Zachary: really? That’s cool! what house are you moving into?
Aristotle: into the old castle on top of the hill next month 
Zachary: ok by the whats with the bird mask? 
Aristotle: oh I’m part bird like my father
Zachary: what do you mean? 
Aristotle: I have bird wings, the bird mask and bird hands and feet you just can’t see him besides the mask my sister is the same except she has a mask of my dad
Zachary: so your entire family wears masks Can you take them off? 
Aristotle: well me and my father can but my dad and my sister lavender can’t they are physically attached their faces if they try to take them off they will die 
Zachary: oh ok what classes will you be in?
Aristotle: art, acting, math, science, English and history
Zachary: oh who is gonna be your English teacher? Because there’s one everybody hates and one that everybody likes 
Aristotle: some lady called Miss Nea or something we just got the paper of my classes and teachers
Zachary; oh you poor soul you got the one that absolutely everybody hates 
Aristotle: why?
Zachary: never mind let’s change the subject 
Aristotle: oh we don’t have time for that you’re about to wake up
Zachary: what-
Zachary wakes up and shove his face in the pillow
Zachary: NOOO TAKE ME BACK!
Catalina:* opening the door* take you back where? 
Zachary: I had the best dream ever I was talking with a very pretty bird person and the conversation was really good and then I woke up!!
Catalina:* whispers* looks like your dream of your future lover
Zachary: what?
Catalina: nothing just get ready for school 
Zachary gets ready and go to school and tells Jackson about his dream
Jackson: dude what the f**k are you smoking?? Because give me some
Zachary: I’m telling you it’s real! I felt the way they held my hand
Jackson: hay I’m not saying you’re lying its just sounds super crazy 
Zachary: I understand that but*sigh* whatever let’s just get the day over with
Zachary pov
I can’t stop thinking about Aristotle….there voice the way they dress and how they spoke to me god they are just so dreamy but I can’t tell if they are telling the truth that we will actually meet in person but I really hope they are I want to see the beautiful person that they are In the physical world and not the dream world let’s just hope that I get to see them again
Third person pov
Zachary went to sleep again and he was back in that pink hue forest Aristotle was next to him reading something
Aristotle: oh hi there again Zachary!
Zachary: yes my dream is continuing! 
Aristotle: What?
Zachary: nothing what are you reading?
Aristotle: the story of Alagadda and the hanged king
Zachary: is it good? 
Aristotle: yes I’m at the part about the four lords
Zachary:* looks at the book* what are their names?
Aristotle: I haven’t gotten to that part yet I just started the chapter
Zachary: how many chapters are there? 
Aristotle: 20 I think I am at chapter 7
Zachary: wow do you like to read heavy worded and detailed books?
Aristotle: yes
Zachary: I know this may sound rude but are they fantasy books or like educational books?
Aristotle: not rude at all! And I read a mixture of both
Zachary: ok so how is life as the child of a famous celebrity? 
Aristotle: well it’s like a normal child’s life except I have to deal with paparazzi all over the f***ing place
Zachary: yea I can imagine that be annoying. What do you do for work? I work at a as a waiter at a fancy restaurant
Aristotle: that’s nice I have to come check out your restaurant sometime* chuckles* I work as a model 
Zachery: oh really? Are you a fashion model?
Aristotle: yes I have been in a few magazines
Zachary: oh really? That’s cool!
Aristotle: yes
Zachary pov
We talked to you’re a I completely forgot we were talking about I was so mesmerized by their voice good thing it’s the weekend so I can sleep all I want and see their beautiful face and hear their voice
A month later Zachary was walking around the neighborhood until he moving truck on the old castle of the hill and a familiar looking face walk down the stairs and started walking towards the city
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Where Dead Men Lay Their Bones
- part 1
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This is a rewrite of an old story of mine and I'm testing the waters about posting it here :3 i tried to correct most spelling errors but I just know some got away, sorry for that!
Please enjoy!
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Tales; things as old as time, passed down in diverse ways for people to know and be aware - they could be innocent or bloody, big or small, true or not. The habit of telling tales was something that probably existed since the birth of the languages, years ago. It has never stopped since then.
The oldest tales ever told were born from the minds of those who lived amongst the Gods, lingering in their powerful essence and crafting stories to be repeated for years and years to come. There were many of those, invading the popular mind and capturing the attention of those who dared to believe.
Jeremy, for one, had grown up knowing that most of those tales were true.
He was always interested in the stories his mom told him of when she lived amongst the Deities, or the ones he learned about at church and at school.
One of the stories that most got him, though, was that of the Death Angel - cursed by her own mother and then by the Ocean Goddess, she was forced to spend the eternity sailing the seas. At first, she was sad but then, in no time, that sadness grew into an uncontrollable rage.
His dad, who spent all of his life with the Navy, said that there was no sailor who had seen her and ever lived to tell any tales. The whispers would go around all ranks, talking about "another vessel was attacked!" and "the Angel sank one of our biggest ships!".
Reports dated from years before the USA was even born, and all over the globe you'd be able to find papers who gave the beast various names. Never a reason. Never a survivor.
At the dinner table, Jeremy would recall the night his father said his best friend's ship was raided by her crew. They put up a fight, even tried shooting her down from the skies with their guns, but the Angel seemed untouchable - and then she dove down on them. A single blast coming from her ignited the ship's gunpowder storage and it all went ablaze - the men who weren't exploded jumped overboard, only to be one by one taken by what they could only guess were sharks. But bigger.
Jeremy remembered standing between his mom and his sister while his dad gave a speech at their funeral - or whatever it was, since there wasn't a single body to lower into the ground.
He was scared - when he sailed for the first time, especially. He feared he'd come across the Flying Demon and die. He feared and kept on, fearing, every time he set foot on a ship.
There were some perks, though.
Not everyone was ths child of the only person to escape alive of the Goddess' wrath.
Euphemia was proud of herself. She escaped Death and looked it in the eye, without losing more than a leg and an arm. Her blood ran through Jeremy's veins.
Something about that knowledge made Jeremy believe that Athena could somehow, one day, be defeated.
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"Captain!" A voice came through the hall as a sailor opened the door, an urgent tone to his words. Jeremy was surprised, to say the least, but soon jumped from his seat. "Captain! Woman overboard! We think- we think its the Death Angel!"
He took a second to register that on his brain, before shaking his head and running after the boy down to the ship's deck. It was easy to spot where said woman was - a bunch of guys surrounded her, with curiosity and what could only be described as fear.
When Jeremy shoved his way to the front of the circle, he saw the monster he heard of for years - blue fur and giant, black wings. She didn't seem all that awake - or dangerous -, with her feathers damp from the water she was rescued from.
Athena's breath sounded like somewhat of a whistle as she coughed up the salt water she had inhaled. She was huge - bigger than all of his biggest sailors and, he could only guess, just as heavy; it was one of the signs someone could look for in a God. They were giant.
Her long tail ended in a bundle of feathers, that he guessed were used to help her redirect herself while flying at high speeds; she was built to be the fastest creature, after all.
The head doctor crouched besides her, not showing any fear as he reached out to try and touch her face.
It was too fast, but her nose moved as she sniffed his proximity and, with her green eyes shooting open, she tried to bite off his hand.
The doctor fell back, taken by surprise with the sudden attack, but just as fast as she wanted to flee, people were already moving to hold her down.
Athena tried lifting her body - although her arms shivered under her -, and, opening her mouth, a faint, bluish glow went up her throat. She was going to shoot the doctor's head off - if it wasn't for Matthew, the First Mate, jumping in and forcing the woman's mouth shut.
Athena growled as her head was pressed down on the ground by him, trying desperately to break free by swating her long tail and beating her wings around. He forced her jaw shut, using his whole strength as she tried to pull away, growling like a wild animal.
"Someone help me!" Matthew asked, struggling against the Goddess. Another couple of men were doing their best to hold her tail and wings down, as hard as it was to fight against her sheer need for freedom.
The glow could be seen through her teeth as she tried to fight them off and open her mouth again. The heat coming from her was intense, as more and more of her body seemed to warm up to build a pretty damaging explosion - even some gas escaped through the teeth.
That had the doctor staring in pure curiosity, as one of his helpers dragged him away before she could break free and fire.
Her eyes darted around, until they fixated on a completely paralyzed Jeremy. She huffed, smoke coming out of her nose, since she couldn't shoot the blast she was bulding up. The gas she had built up to ignite her blast started to dissipate through gritted teeth and her nose mixed with smoke and her body started to cool down again.
"Get her chained and set guards on her cell. Keep on a muzzle, if needed..." he finally said, taking a step back, cautious. "And a strong one."
"We're taking her back?" One of the sailors asked, looking worried as he turned to the Captain. "But, sir, if she escapes, we'll all die."
"Then we won't let her escape."
"Y'all heard him, boys, get this monster chained up!" Matt let out, sensing Jeremy's tension as he stared at Athena. He let her mouth go as someone came with a strong enough chain to wrap around her snout until they got their hands on somethin better.
Jeremy stayed only long enough to make sure she was properly detained, before wandering off, lost in his own mind. It took him some time, but he finally thought of asking someone how, in Gods' names, they managed to capture Athena.
He dragged his feet along as he saw the head doctor staring out into the sea. He was an older guy, not any normal man - Jeremy knew he was a wizard and, for any reason, the guy had an air to him that invited people over.
Edmund Gray, whose majority of life was spent pretending his magical heritage wasn't real, looked troubled, but not scared by the fact that he almost had his head blown off by a real, actual Goddess. As Jeremy approached, though, he composed himself to properly greet the Captain.
He had gray fur - fitting for his name -, with its edges starting to grow white as he got older - and more stressed. His brown gaze fell upon the captain.
"Sir."
"Evening, Gray. I was wondering if you were there when the- thing- was retrieved." Jeremy didn't look him in the eyes - instead, stared at the ocean.
"Yes, sir. She was barely hanging on a small boat and... didn't look quite alive." He said, following the other's gaze. "Matthew Stewart told us to lift her aboard and that's when we noticed that it wasn't just anyone."
"Barely hanging on, floating out in the open? Doesn't sound really Death Angel to me..."
"Neither to me, sir. But that's how she was found, before she woke up when you walked in." Gray dared a quick glance, but failed to understand Jeremy's expression.
"Are you okay?" He seemed to remember the doctor almost getting his hand bitten and falling back, wondering if he was alright. Edmund didn't seem to care, as he made low 'eh'.
"Could've been worse. She could've actually gotten me. I wouldn't be too happy 'bout that." He tried to lighten the mood. "That's a dangerous one, Captain."
"I think I know that part."
"I'm not talking about actions; everyone knows not to mess around an ancient God, son."
Jeremy couldn't help but look at the doctor at the mention of the word "son". He probably got stuff mixed up, so the Captain decided not to mention the simple error. Mindlessly blamed it on age, or something.
"Right... but we're not messing around. We'rs capturing her to be hanged for her crimes."
"Tell yourself that, I suppose, but I think you 'n me know there's something off goin' on." Gray looked back at him. "I can mumble on and on about neglecting my magical heritage, but even I feel a pull comming from her. Just... maybe be careful with that."
Right. Jeremy ssimply nodded along, with more questions than answers.
"By the way, its my last trip." Gray said, patting the other's shoulder as he turned to go.
"Wait, what? Why?" Jeremy tilted his head slightly, twitching his ears.
"I'm old now. And tired, Sir. I don't feel like going up and down the ocean, hunting pirates. I can't keep your pace." He gave the Captain a sweet smile. "I saw it in a dream. Its my last trip. I hope you're a good Captain, Sir."
Jeremy watched as the doctor went along, disappearing through a door. Gray was a good doctor, but he didn't have any family back home - never married or had kids, so Jeremy couldn't help but wonder what the old man was going to do after all.
It was only fair, though, because Gray was nearing his 65 years and retirement did sound good, sometime soon. Jeremy had never seen him so peaceful as right now. Like he made his mind about something and there was nothing that could change it.
Something about the doc's demeanor had Jeremy somewahat on edge as he made his way down towards the holding cells.
Legacy, the ship, was one of the biggest of its kind; she was made with the specific purpose of fending off pirates and hunting them down. She was smaller than a war ship and usually, faster - there was only one instance in which she was needed by a larger war vessel, a couple years back when a battleship on the South China Sea was attacked by what they could only guess was a ghost ship. That was a situation to report back on.
Jeremy recalled that and many others pirate encounters - most of them were no-maj people, looking to rob and kidnap, but there were always the ghost ships and the peculiar ones, like that of thes incident back in Chinese waters. Ships like that one were the hardest to get a hold of.
He kept the idea of a peculiar attack in his head as he entered the place with the holding cells - Athena could very well be just a bait and some kind of magic be hiding her crew, for them to attack.
She was never detained for too long before and he was certain she had a plan. No one would simply capture her like that, if she didn't let it happen. If she didn't have a plan for it.
She sat alone in the corner of her cell, covered up by her wings, with her back against the wall. Jeremy didn't need to talk for her to notice the sound of his steps, thanks to the hooves. She peeked through her feathers, enough for only one of her eyes to be seen.
"Ye look like yer mother."
"You don't know who she is." He couldn't help but answer, then stopped. "What are you planning?"
"Nothin'. I was plannin' on dying of dehydration before yer mortal little fucks found me." Athena unfolded her wings, lifting her head to stare directly into his eyes. Even with the muzzle on, he could see the sides of her lip turned upwards in a smile and some of her dark, sharp teeth, showing. Jeremy wanted to cower back and be safe with a reinforced door between them. "Thanks a lot, by the way, mate."
"You don't look at all like you were about to dehydrate."
"They gave me water?"
"It doesn't work that fast."
"Hmm, so 'am face to face with a mister smart-pants?" Athena pushed up from the ground, the chains making a deafening sound as she stood up. She looked more intimidating that way, as she walked closer to the cell bars and leaned forward on them. "How's mamma? Ye has Euphemia's face."
Jeremy couldn't bring himself to answer. He knew Athena and his mother met - but, still, it felt very wrong hearing that beast say her name. Felt like a curse.
"Take her name out of your mouth."
"So ya really are her son?" Athena let out a chuckle. "Oh, the wonders of motherhood. She must be so proud of ye, Capt'n."
"I know you have a reason for letting yourself be caught, Athena-"
"Hmmm... what a pretty name I have!" She yipped with glee. "Like it? Personification o' wisdom and war, by what I recall... do ya really think I should haves a plan? And that ye'd be alive if I did?"
He felt a shiver, but kept his ground.
"You're just trying to scare me."
"Is it working, tho?" She cocked her head to the side, smilling. She knew very well it was, but she liked the game.
"Enough. When will they attack?"
"They who, darling? Use yer words, please."
"Don't act like a bitch, Athena, I'm talking about your crew. There clearly is a spell somewhere and they are hiding, waiting for us to lower our defenses." He growled at her, almot involuntarily, and Athena simply giggled.
"D'you think mine crew's around?! Oh, dear Capt'n... they left me to rot." Her smile disappeared as she spat the last part, a quick look of betrayal being just as fast covered by her mischievous instance. "I wish I could drown 'em one by one just as much as you do, mate. Get in line."
Jeremy blinked a few times, genuinely at a loss for words, given her unexpected reaction. So was the Death Angel betrayed by her crew? and they had lived long enough to throw a mutiny?
"Alright. Let's see if I believe you."
"Ye better do. I'm talkin' the truth, boy." She huffed, turning back around to go sit at her corner.
Jeremy turned to go, compelled to just get as far as possible from her, only to hear:
"Tell 'em sailin' rats to bring me food! This ol' tub of yers better have some good stuff, aye!"
His mind was clouded, understandably so, as he went back to his room. He shouted an order to feed Athena on his way back up - or at least he thought he did. He did, right...? Did he?
When Matthew creeped in, a couple hours later, Jeremy was sitting by his desk, glaring at the pages and maps in front of him. The first mate lingered by the doorway, before making his way towards the Captain.
"Jeremy, dear... are you alright?"
The other almost jumped from his seat, after too much time of paranoia filled thoughts.
Matthew's dark brown fur, spotted with ginger marks all over the place, had the sweetest smell Jeremy had ever felt. It flooded the room and the Captain couldn't stop himself from taking a deep breath of his scent as the amber-eyed one came closer.
"Yeah. I'm good. All good. Better now..."
"Is it about the Angel?" Matt was too kind for his own good, as he placed his hands on his lover's shoulders and rested his head against his. "You know, she'll be hanged soon. We'll be heroes."
"Yeah, I don't know about that." He let out, lifting one of his hands to rest above one of Matt's. "I feel unsafe. She's planning something. She wouldn't simply be captured. And now she said her crew made a mutiny against her and-"
"Remember to breath, Jeremy, deer." He chuckled at his own joke. "You seem tired. Should get some rest."
"I know. I will..." he looked at his watch. Jeremy had skipped lunch and dinner, too focused on the 'Athena Problem' to even bother with his hunger. Midnight was just around the corner and he did need to sleep.
"But...?"
"But I still cannot believe she would let herself be taken."
"There it is." Matt rolled his eyes. "She looked terrible when we fished her up, Jeremy, maybe it really was a mutiny and they threw her overboard-"
"Yeah, and just now she was completely fine. Fine enough to recognise me and my mother. How would someone be able to throw a winged person overboard? A winged Goddess? Make it make sense. She's a bad omen."
"Any pirate is a bad omen, love."
"Yeah, but not any pirate can break free whenever they want and kill everyone in a matter of seconds-"
"You are too caught up on the stories. What if she isn't all that?" Matt let go of Jeremy, walking around him and sitting at his desk. "Sure, she tried blasting Edmund to Hell, but she's behaving now. If she stays chained up and muzzled, we have nothing to really worry about, do we?"
"I suppose so..."
"Perfect. End of discussion. Go to bed, will you?"
Jeremy looked perplexed as he lifted his head to stare at Matthew. The first mate seemed simply happy to be there, with the prettiest smile ever painted on his face as he looked back at Jeremy.
"Am I taking orders from my subordinate, now?"
"Yeah, the subordinate that in a month will marry you. Now, do as I say and leave this 'Athena Problem' behind." Matt got up, bending down to touch his nose on Jeremy's before making his way towards the exit. "Love you. Sleep well. See you tomorrow, deer."
He didn't stay long enough to hear Jeremy's response. Matthew went skipping along the hallway, humming to whatever song was stuck on his head as he did.
Jeremy stared at the door in disbelief, his mouth slightly open.
Oh, how he loved that stupid man.
#where dead men lay their bones#pretz story#🥨🪶#pretz oc#uhhhhh i'm nervous about posting but here we go :'3#please please PLEASE leave some feedback if you even read it guys!
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holiday prompt → lyrica holland.
001. under the mistletoe—
well, she certainly takes advantage of the mistletoe hanging at traxs as she very much makes out with jimi underneath it whenever given the chance— but isn't the rules of the mistletoe?
as for other kisses, i mean, she's very much free love so i'm sure she's kissed much of rosewood due to mistletoe.
002. in front of the fireplace, cuddled up under a blanket with a hot drink.
i don't think she was snuggling up to any one person specifically this year.
i think the holiday's came and she was out having fun. bar crawls with her fellow traxs employees, taking pictures with drunk santas during santa con, watching the sun come up from her roof top with her friends. if she woke up besides anyone this holiday season, it was surely in a cuddle puddle after a long night out.
003. snowed in from a heavy snow storm.
five people she'd like to be snowed in goes as following—
1. Cliff, Benny and Teddy: C'mon, that's like Rosewood musical royalty. She needs to hear all about their escapades back in the days whilst also recording literal masterpieces.
2. January's Dream: Once again, I don't think she needs to explain the contributions these women had to music.
3. Natalia Maston: If you've ever had anything her bestie has ever made, you'd understand why she's definitely needed in a lock down situation.
4. Her dad: If you're facing god knows how many hours without entertainment, why wouldn't you want Malcolm by your side? Her dad down. Plus, for the edibles he surely has on his person.
5. Maybe Jimi: That's if he's not on her shit list at the moment and time. But if he's not, most definitely him.
004. at a busy dinner table, food piled on the center and family chaos ensuing around the house.
I know that the holidays most definitely go down at Cassandra and Dove's place for the Empire Records gang— and that's just a good ol' time over there. The Empire Record cast is fully just good vibes all around, so I'm just picturing really good music and a whole lot of laughter.
But simply don't ask Lyrica or Malcolm to cook, their talents surely lie elsewhere when it comes to dinners. Like getting everyone high for them.
005. standing in front of the christmas tree, decorating it with an assortment of baubles, lights and tinsel.
Lyrica, for certain and I imagine the Holland family tree to be quite whimsical. Like, they are surely the people to have bought the upside down tree and it's a sight to behold.
006. setting out snacks for santa and his reindeers. don't forget the milk and cookies for christmas hardest workers!
You know, I don't think Lyrica ever had too long a believing in Santa Clause phase, solely because I truly believe Malcolm would have spilled those beans accidentally when she was way too young.
But I also believe that Lyrica was too sweet to break anyones bubble, so I believe that Mal and her were both the cookie eaters in their house.
007. at the mall, waiting in line to sit on santa's lap and spill your christmas gift wishes. will you be deemed naughty or nice?
She's a nice list girl all the way. Sure, she can be vindictive at times, but she doesn't revel in being mean. In fact, she tries to make up for it almost immediately after the act is done. She's a nice girl.
008. exchanging and open gifts, anticipating what gift they may get. is it something cool or just another pair of socks?
I want to say that the best present Lyrica has ever received was surely a vinyl of Renaissance by Beyonce. I like to think that album very much inspired baby Lyrica in many ways, but more specifically, it's production and it definitely inspired her dj sets.
009. auditions are now open for the town christmas extravaganza !!!
Lyrica definitely loves a stage moment, I believe she would have surely been a part of a Rosewood holiday production or maybe five. Never a Rudolph, but most definitely a Dasher or Vixen. I don't think she's much of a performer now a days, her talents lying more behind a CDJ.
010. in the trenches of snow forts, amidst a war of a snow fight! who will win?
C'mon now, Lyrica is definitely joining in on a snow ball fight and I know she took them seriously. The enemy had to be covered in snow before she accepted any defeat as I know the children of the Empire Records cast know all too well.
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