#also rat is just me projecting shh
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1.8 Guardians, & Angel's ❤️⚔️🪽
⚠️TW: Getting caught, Valentino, screaming, fighting, (perfect storms) mean words, fear of abandonment, getting kicked out, abuse, past abuse... LMK if I should add, if I missed something.
This one is gonna be the hurt- Next chapter gonna be the Hurt/comfort.
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'I made a wreck out of my handI put it through the wallI made a fist and not a plan
Call me a reckless wrecking ballI throw my plates against the wall
And give it all I got
I aim to break not one but all
I'm just a big ol' wrecking ball
I am unruly in the stands
I am a rock on top of the sand
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I break it just because I can.'~Wrecking ball, Mother mother.
~~~Husk:~~~
Husk's morning routine has changed a lot this year.
Lately, he has woken up and actually started to take care of himself.
Cleaned himself up, brushed out his fur, making sure he looked presentable for the hotel…
But he also ate food and drank water, which was…new.
He remembered the days he wished he wouldn't get up…
The days he'd drink alcohol in the morning forget any and all events of the day prior.
His afterlife wasn't exactly better now, it didn't change too much…
He was still on a leash.
He just now had a few people worth getting up for… he supposed.
He wasn't sure if he liked just how much he cared, he sometimes wished he didn't.
He stays sober- or at least somewhat sober so he can remember small moments with these losers.
He walked downstairs and started getting everything situated at the bar. He actually looked up at the stairs every now and then to see when he they were coming downstairs.
He hears the sound of bottles clinking against each other in the cabinet.
Husk sighs and rolls his eyes, knowing exactly what it must be: he opens the door to the cabinet and pulls out the small strawberry colored rat-mouse he knew and loved. “Niffty, what were you doing in there?” Husk says her.
“Shh, hiding.” Niffty giggles.
“From who?” Husk asks.
Niffty shrugs and giggles more.
Husk sets her back on the floor. “Niffty, it's dangerous to play around glass. Why don't you go play in your maze for a bit instead, hm?” Husk asks.
Niffty whines. “Noo! I don't want to!”
Husk sighs. “Well, then why don't you bother Alastor? He's the one who's actually supposed to take care of you, right?” He asks.
“I bothered him last time.” Niffty says.
“Well, I don't know what to tell you, I can't entertain you right now, I'm working.” Husk says.
Niffty huffs and stomps away. “Fine, I'll go find someone else to play with me.”
Husk rolls his eyes.
Husk continued his work, his head down at the counter to wipe it clean.
“Angel, will you play with me?” Niffty asks.
“Not right now, Niff. I'm on the phone.” Angel says quietly to her.
Husk looked up upon hearing Angel, he sounded so nervous and stressed out.
“Yeah, I can- yes, alright.” Angel's lower hands are fiddling with his fingers anxiously as he talks.
Husk rolls his eyes, it didn't take a genius to figure out who was on the other side of that conversation.
Angel sighs. “Yes, Val. I'm on my way.”
“Good boy, I'll see you soon.” ~ Husk can hear Val purr before he hangs up the phone.
“You alright?” Husk asks Angel.
Angel forces a smile on his face. “Yeah…just Valentino…again.” Angel says. “Have to go into work and film for a bit.”
“Will you be back tonight?” Husk asks him.
“Why? Will you miss me, Husky?”~ Angel teases.
Husk glares at him wordlessly.
“I'm kidding.” Angel says. “I think I'll be back tonight, we just lost a few scenes from the last project, and now we gotta re-shoot them.”
Husk nods and hums. “Good luck,” he says, eyes back down at the counter.
“Thanks.” Angel smiles before walking out of the hotel.
Husker sighs, holding his head in agony.
“Poor Angel, I wish there was a way to get him out of there.” Charlie, the princess says, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
Husk straightens up upon seeing her. “He'll be fine.” He says.
“I don't know if Angel and fine go in the same sentence.” Charlie says. “At least not now, I- I just wish I could help him, but I also can't push his boundaries, and he's asked me to stay away from the studio and Valentino…”
Husk hums, he really doesn't want to think about Angel and Valentino right now… that fucking asshole really needs a knife through his throat.
It would be a good look for the moth.
“I feel like I'm completely failing him.” Charlie admits. “I'm supposed to help him, it's my job.”
“Angel can take care of himself.” Husk says, not sure if he honestly believes that.
Of course, Angel can take care of himself, but he can't escape the deal he made with Valentino…
He'd rather stay with Alastor for all eternity than let Angel suffer another day with Val-
Wait, he didn't mean that… Did he?
…Maybe he did.
“But, I can't help but worry about him.” Charlie says.
“I know what you mean…It seems like all I've been doing is worrying about him lately.” Husk admits before thinking.
Charlie looks up at him, her pupils expand as she gasps. “Oh my gosh, Husk!”
“What?” Husk asks.
“You're worried about Angel!” She says.
“Yeah, I think I just said that.” Husk rolls his eyes.
“Do you know what that means?!” She asks him.
Husk takes a step back defensively as his face starts to turn red. “What? It means nothing!”
“It means you're protective of Angel, you're practically his guardian!” Charlie says.
“Oh.” Husk says.
“What did you think I was going to say?” Charlie asks in confusion to his response.
“Nothing.” He says. “Wait- what do you mean I'm his guardian?”
“I said practically.” Charlie explains. “Guardians are sorta similar to Caregivers in a way; Caregivers feel a need to take care of certain people, guardians feel a need to protect certain people. Of course, Caregivers can be protective and Guardians can feel a need to look after those they protect. You feeling protective of Angel may mean you feel this need to look out for him, take care of him.” ~ Her voice gets a little high as she smiles brightly.
“So?”
“So…if you ever want to talk about that, that's what I'm here for.” Charlie says.
“I am not one of your wayward souls, Charlie.” Husk grumbles. “I'm not looking for redemption, Princess.”
Charlie nods. “Okay, well, I'm still here anyway, but as your friend, not your princess.” She says.
Husk hums, not giving her an answer.
“And you know, if the redemption thing works for Angel, it would be nice for him to have a friend up there with him.” Charlie says.
“Not my path.” Husk says. “I made my bed, accept it…I have.” He mumbles as he looks away from her.
Charlie nods, but doesn't say anything.
He knows she was desperate to say something else, but she didn't.
And he's glad she didn't.
Charlie walks upstairs, deciding to drop the issue and let him be.
Husk looks to the front door again.
Angel will be fine.
Charlie has nothing to worry about.
And if, by some miracle Angel does get into heaven,
Husk will find peace in that.
Somehow…
~~~Alastor:~~~
Alastor's head hurt.
His brain was fuzzy and his nerves were all over the place.
Repression symptoms were honestly so torturous.
He hated it!
But he had to endure it for now.
He had no time for childish nonsense.
Besides, he doesn't need it…
Husker thought he was very clever, threatening to call Rosie on him.
Who did Husker think he was?!
…
He can't deny how adorable the cat's little friendship with Angel was though.
Which is probably the only reason Husk got away with his disrespect.
Had nothing to do with his little threat of course…
Although, he's not sure if he's ready to talk to Rosie yet…
~~~Alastor, A few weeks ago:~~~~
Alastor waited outside of Carmilla's building where the overlords meeting was held for his small egg spy to come back with news.
“You weren't going to leave without saying hello, were you?” A voice asks him.
Alastor's smile turns brighter as he turns to the woman. “Perish the thought, Rosie. I was clearly waiting out here to greet you.” He lies.
“Oh I'm sure.” She says, a smile still wide on her charming face.
“A skeleton lady!” One of the eggs gasped.
“Gone for seven years, no postcard, no phone call? I didn't get one lousy letter from you.” Rosie complained. “You didn't even say goodbye, I thought you must be dead. Because my pal Alastor would surely never leave without saying goodbye.” She ridiculed in a playful manner.
“I apologize, Rosie. I would have told you if I could. Trust me, it couldn't be helped.” Alastor explained.
Rosie hums, clearly not loving the sound of that.
“Careful, boss, she looks like she's up to no good!” One of the others say.
Alastor rolls his eyes and ignores the little egg creature.
“I see.” Rosie says, holding her hands on her hips, her face clearly concerned for his well being. “Are you okay?” She asks.
“I'll be fine, Rosie. Don't worry, there is no cause for concern.” He promised. “I have everything handled as always.”
“If you say so, I'll trust you. But that doesn't mean I won't worry.” She says. “You have a knack for getting into trouble.”
“I am not in any trouble, Rosie.” Alastor says with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. “Like I said, I have it handled.”
“You'd better, mister.” She says. ”Or I'll have to come and straighten it all out for you. And you won't like it if I do.”
“Want me to get rid of her for you boss?” One of the annoying eggs asks.
“I'd like to see you try.” Alastor says to Rosie with a laugh.
The egg however assumed Alastor was talking to him, so he waddled over to Rosie and started pushing her leg…which obviously did nothing, they were tiny. So, she kicked the egg and it rolled and hit all the other eggs.
“So, uh- do I want to know about the eggs?” Rosie asks him.
Alastor looks down at the small egg creatures. “Ah yes, the egg creatures…”
The little eggs got back on their feet, dizzy albeit, as they attempted to once again attack Rosie.
“Enough.” Alastor says to them. “Rosie is a friend, not an enemy, you nitwit.” He says.
The little eggs spun around. “Whatever you say boss!”
Rosie chuckles. “They're charming.”
“I was asked to dispose of the little pests.” He explains.
Rosie looks at them and smiles. “Oh, don't you dare. They're far too adorable.” Rosie says.
“You want them?” Alastor asks.
“Haha…no.” She says, face dropping the enthusiasm. “I have enough pests, but they're too cute to destroy.”
“Thank you, skeleton lady.”
Rosie gave a curtsey to the small egg. “Of course, darling.”
“What would you suggest I do with them then?” Alastor asks.
Rosie taps her chin. “Hmm…cook them?” She suggests. “They're probably sweet.”
“Interesting.” Alastor hums.
“I must be off, Susan will have a cow if I'm late for the town meeting.” She says.
Ah the cannibal town meeting, those were fun.
“Farewell Rosie, send everyone in cannibal town my regards.” Alastor says.
“I will. And hey! Don't be a stranger, mister. You hear me? I expect a visit from you soon.” She tells him.
Alastor smiles as she walks away…
He truly did miss that wonderful smile, she truly had a way of making him feel right at home.
~~~~Alastor:~~~
It's not like he didn't think about calling her, visiting, letting go and allowing them to have a real conversation…
Honestly, there was nothing he wanted more than to converse with his best friend and (as Husker put it) ‘’Caregiver’’ again.
Hear all the town gossip,
Maybe even allow her to take care of him for a short while…if she wants..
But only for a short while!
Because he didn't need to regress…at least not as often as other littles…
‘Nonsense, Alastor.’ She had told him. ‘All littles need to regress at least twice a month. Repression only leads to more stress.’
And she wasn't exactly wrong…he supposed.
But alas,
He must endure it for now.
He has a deal to fulfill.
He needed to help Charlie with her ridiculous hotel.
If he wants to keep his powers that is…
He has no time for friendship right now.
No time to be little.
He had work to do…
That’s what was important.
There was a small knock at his door.
Alastor hates that door sometimes…
He walks over and opens it, no surprise he's met with the tiny souris.
“Niffty, what is it?” He asks her.
“Husk told me to bother you.” Niffty says.
“Why? Were you bothering him?” Alastor asks.
Niffty looks away from him. “Maaaayyyybeee.”
Alastor tisks and shakes his head. “Niffty, how many times must I tell you to not bother Husker while he is working?” Alastor asks.
“But it's fun! And I was soooo bored!” Niffty complains.
Alastor hums, and walks over to grab her small bag with crayons and coloring books in it. “Here, how about you color for a bit, hmm?” Alastor asks.
Niffty shrugs. “Okay, I guess.”
Alastor hands Niffty the bag. “Perfect, why don't you draw some pictures of everyone at the hotel.” He suggests. “It would be such a great help, everyone would be so grateful.”
That'll keep her busy for a while… he hopes so at least.
“But, will you color with me?” She asks him.
“I wish I could, but I have other matters to tend to at the moment.” He tells her.
“Aw.” Niffty pouts.
“None of that now, we'll play later, alright?” Alastor asks her.
“Promise?” Niffty asks.
“I promise.”
~~~Niffty~~~
Niffty huffs once Alastor left the room…
Everyone is too busy to play with her! It's not fair.
She looks around for some paper to color on but-
There isn't any.
Only coloring books.
They have pre-pictures, no
Hm.
She looks around for Alastor, but he's already gone.
Oo! Maybe Angel has some paper for her to color on! He always had something for her!
But Angel is gone…
She'll check his room then, just in case! Angel wouldn't mind- it's not like he tells Niffty constantly to stay out of his room right?
Eh, he'll understand once he sees her beautiful art!
~~~Charlie and Vaggie, that night:~~~
Charlie and Vaggie were getting things organized for the next little session for Pentious.
“Do you think he'll like it?” Charlie asks her, holding up the regression journal she made for Pen, it was covered in gear stickers and little hearts and dogs.
“He'll love it, babe. I love it.” Vaggie says.
“I made one for Angel, Niffty, and Alastor too…just in case.” Charlie says. “I just- I have this feeling they might-”
“Alastor is not a regressor.” Vaggie interupts. “I thought we already agreed that he'd just messing with us.”
Charlie shrugs. “I know, it's just for…in case he isn't.”
Vaggie crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow at Charlie.
Charlie sighs, caving. “Okay…the truth is, I can't help but wonder if he might actually be a little.” Charlie says. “Maybe he's just an older little, sometimes it's hard to tell when someone is regressed.”
“How old did it say Alastor was?” Vaggie asks.
Charlie thinks. “I don't think it said. But we can check!”
Charlie walks out of the room and down the stairs to head over to her office.
Vaggie sighs and shrugs, she truly doesn't understand how Charlie can believe in people so easily…
Though she supposed that's what made them so right for each other; Charlie trusts too much, Vaggie doesn't trust at all. Together they make a well adjusted person.
So, Vaggie follows Charlie downstairs to look at Alastor's test.
Who knows, maybe they missed something- maybe Charlie was right…
Funny.
But there's no way The Radio Demon was also a regressor.
They make it to the office and Charlie gasps: “Oh no.”
“What is it? What happened?” Vaggie asks, panicked.
“Someone knocked over Pen's lego set.” Charlie explains, she picks up the tiny blocks and sets them on the small coffee table. “He worked so hard on this…did you knock it over?” Charlie asks.
Vaggie shakes her head. “No. I haven't been in here today.”
“Hm.” Charlie considers for a moment…did she knock it over and just didn't notice?
Charlie knows that she can be clumsy, but normally she's aware when she knocks something over…
…
She shrugs. It'll be fine, Pen is very understanding, she can just help him rebuild it. It'll be okay.
She goes over to her filing cabinet to grab the tests….
But-
“Uhm-”
“What?” Vaggie asks her.
“The tests…they're kinda…gone.” Charlie explains, starting to panic.
“What do you mean they're gone?!” Vaggie asks.
“I-theyre not here.” Charlie says. “I left them right-'' Charlie turns to Pentious's lego set. “Oh…no.” Her eyes are wide, and her breathing quickened.
There's no way he-
“What is it?” Vaggie asks.
Charlie bites her lip.
“Charlie, what?” Vaggie asks her again.
“Uhm. I did see Angel coming out of this room last night…”
“He stole the tests?!” Vaggie asks.
“Maybe? But I'm sure there has to be a perfectly good explanation, when he gets home from work we can-”
“What explanation could he possibly give you to excuse this?” Vaggie asks.
Before Charlie could answer, they hear paper slide under the door.
They walk over and see a crayon drawing of Vaggie and Charlie.
But as they turn the picture around to see the back…
“Alastor's test.” Charlie notices.
Oh…no.
“Wait- so- where are the others?” Vaggie asks.
Charlie and Vaggie looked at each other.
~~~Everyone:~~~
Charlie and Vaggie run out of the room to find the small woman who drew all over the tests.
“Niffty!” Charlie calls out for her.
Niffty stops in her tracks and turns to Charlie. “Yes?”
“Where did you get this paper?” Charlie asks.
Niffty shrugs. “From Angel's room. He always gives me paper when I ask…was I not supposed to?”
Charlie looks over to Vaggie.
“Where are the other papers?” Vaggie asks her.
Before Niffty can answer, Pentious and Husk both walk into the main visiting area with tests in their hands with little Niffty drawings on them.
“Charlie, why did Niffty hand me Husker's classification test?” Pentious asks.
“...and I have yours.” Husk says, handing Pentious his test.
Pentious takes it and averted his gaze. He was not ready to talk to his other friends about this…
Alastor appears via his shadow. “And I believe this is yours, my dear.” Alastor hands Vaggie her test back.
Angel walked back into the hotel, feeling awful. He fucking hated Val and his fucking waterbording kink.
Everyone was gathered together in the main room, they all looked at him. “Uh…what's going on?” Angel asks them.
Vaggie holds up the piece of paper she had. “Care to explain how Niffty found these in your room?”
“Uh…what?”
“Niffty found our classification tests in your room. Did you take them?” Vaggie asks again.
“So, you just send Niffty to go snooping in other people?” Angel asks.
“Niffty is our maid, she's supposed to clean up the rooms!” Vaggie says. “It's her job!”
“Okay, guys?” Charlie asks. “I think things are getting just a bit hostile, maybe take a deep breath and calm down.” Charlie says.
“Charlie, I love you, but your fear of confrontation is what caused all this in the first place.” Vaggie says.
Charlie was about to argue with Vaggie, but she bit her tongue.
“First Alastor makes a mockery of the tests, and now this? You can't keep letting them get away with this stuff.”
“Me? Making a mockery of your test? Did you care to consider that perhaps your silly test isn't as accurate as you make it out to be?” Alastor suggests.
“You know you messed up the test on purpose!” Vaggie says.
Charlie tried getting the others' attention. “Guys, please-”
“Interesting theory.” Alastor says.
“It's not a theory, it's a fact!” Vaggie shouts.
“It doesn't matter if Al lied or not! This test is fucked up anyway!” Angel argues.
“Don't get me started on you, Angel!” Vaggie scolded.
“Things were fine before you decided you'd exposssse everyone!” Pentious insists.
“Hey, I didn't mean for all this to happen! I just wanted to borrow Al's test…for- uh.”
Everyone looks at Angel.
“Yes?” Alastor asks.
“For…blackmail...” Angel reluctantly finishes saying.
“Ah yes, that changes everything. Doesn't it?” Alastor asks sarcastically.
“Wait- no. That's not-” Angel struggles on what to say next.
“I don't care why you did it!” Vaggie says. “It was still wrong!”
“Angel, I thought we were friends, why would you do this!?” Pentious asks.
“They're right, you know.” Husk says to Angel. “It was wrong to take those tests, I don't care what he did.”
“Why do you care? I thought you hated smiles.” Angel says to Husk.
“I do hate him! But that does not excuse it.” Husk says.
“Why don't you just go fuck yourself?” Angel suggests.
“Very mature.” Husk scoffs.
“Angel, Husk is right. You've done nothing but mess things up since you got here.” Vaggie says.
“Vaggie-” Charlie tries to interrupt.
“I didn't say that.” Husk says.
“Oh yeah? Well if i'm messing everything up. Why don't you just kick me out already?!” Angel asks.
Charlie reached out to Angel. “Angel, no-”
“Maybe we will!” Vaggie shouts. “We have a deadline, if we can't rely on you, if you're not going to take anything we do seriously, why are you even here?”
Charlie's eyes start to fill with tears. “Vaggie-”
“That's fine, because I have better options, things were a lot better for me when I stayed at the studio anyway!” Angel shouts back.
“Angel, please don-”
“Angel, why don't you just admit that what you did was wrong and apologize?” Husk asks.
“Because I'm not wrong! You all have been pestering me about this stupid test-”
“We have not been pestering you!” Vaggie says. “We never said you had to take the test, you blew everything way out of proportion!”
Alastor smiles as the group gets more and more heated.
“Well, you know what? I won't ruin anything else for you, because I'm leaving! I'll get my pig and I'll go home!” Angel shouts.
“Angel no!” Charlie shouts. “Please wait, we can-”
“Great, you never took redemption seriously anyway!” Vaggie says, arms crossed firmly.
“OKAY STOP!” Charlie’s demon form merges as she shouted over the group, causing everyone to stop arguing and look over at her “Listen, I'm sorry! I never should have asked you all to take the test. I- I messed everything up.” Charlie cries. “I just wanted to help you. But-”
Vaggie's face drops, letting go of her anger to try and comfort Charlie. “Babe?”
“Charlie?” Pentious asks her. “Are you alright?”
Angel runs upstairs to his room, closing the door behind him.
Charlie continues to cry, so Vaggie holds her.
“I'm so sorry.” Charlie cries.
“It's okay, I'm here.” Vaggie says. “Just- follow me.” She says, taking Charlie's hands and leading her to Charlie's office.
Pentious looked over to the girls with concern. “Charlie-”
Vaggie and Charlie left to the office, so Pentious slithered to his own room.
Husk sighs, rubbing his temples..“I guess I'd better talk to Angel. I don't see anybody else volunteering.” The cat says while he looks at Niffty and Alastor before walking upstairs.
Niffty was frozen where she was, unable to process this.
She made such a mess…
“Well, this was fun.” Alastor says before disappearing into his shadow.
~~~Husk:~~~
He doesn't know why he cares so much about Angel…
He truly doesn't.
The guy has so many issues,
He doesn't understand boundaries,
He's obnoxious,
Fake…
Husk pauses at Angel's door…
He really should just leave Angel alone…
But, he can't.
He needed wanted Angel to stay…
He takes a deep breath and finally knocks.
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'It takes a dedicated hand
To put it through the wall
You gotta wanna break the heart
Of all those pretty porcelain dolls
You gotta wanna be the drummer in the band
You gotta wanna be a battering ram
You gotta see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby
I am unruly in the stands
I am a rock on top of the sand
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I break it just because I can
Let's break it(Just because we can)
Deface it(Just because we can)
Let's break it
Just because
Just because
Just because
Just because.' ~Wrecking ball, Mother Mother.
Possum: Hope this is okay! If not....
The next chapter will be better. This was mostly build up for that. 😅
Ty all for the kind words last week in regards to the authors note as well as the chapter.
You guys are honestly so amazing! I'm so lucky to have you all ❤️🩷🧡💕
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Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader
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a/n: double chapter today bc…. you’ll see… i hope you all enjoy!!
warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and bullets, animal death, mentions of blood, tell me if i missed anything!!
Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End
Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End
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1996-
This is how we do it!
The impromptu dance parties had been happening almost every night, a way to preserve normalcy. Jackie has first suggested it, but the rest of them had all agreed and soon- they were putting a music player in bucket, making it loud enough to project across the whole cabin.
You were still eating your dinner, the venison just as good as last night, easier to savor now that there wasn’t a rolling hunger in your stomach. The deer wouldn’t last much longer, but it would last long enough, you told yourself- until you could find another thing to kill.
The girls all danced and shouted, Coach snapping as a way of clapping, and you watched them all with a smile on your face. This felt like you weren’t in the woods. And maybe that was what you all needed.
Finally, the music started winding down, the voice becoming distorted until it stopped completely.
“Goddamn it,” Van panted, pick it up from the bucket and giving it a few hits. No music. “Has hitting something ever fixed it?”
“Maybe try blowing on it,” Mari said, and Van opened the side and did just so. Nothing was heard in the cabin besides for sharp creaking from upstairs, like a footstep.
Everyone stopped and looked up at the ceiling.
“Uh, the fuck was that?” Jackie asked.
“Wait, you heard it too?” Lottie says, her eyes wide.
“It was probably just a branch,” Taissa says, her voice commanding.
Mari gives her a look. “Inside, on the floor? What if it’s… you know, him?”
“What, the dead guy?”
“Um… yeah.”
“You know what it probably was?” Nat asks. “The dead guy’s missing fingers trying to find their way home.” She smiles and everyone scolds her, and you can’t help but laugh slightly, hiding behind your hand.
“You really have to encourage them?” Tai sighs.
“You gotta admit, it didn’t sound like it was on the roof.”
“Fine. Then it was just a rat, a raccoon, or something, I don’t know, it-”
“Shh,” Lottie says sharply, suddenly cutting Jackie off. She looks towards the ceiling. “Listen.”
“Oh, my God,” Tai mutters under her breath.
Everyone looks at the ceiling, including you.
While you won’t deny that the wilderness is a weird and scary place- ghosts? An animal is much more likely.
“Well I don’t hear it now,” Mark says after a moment.
Before the girls can start arguing again, Coach Ben interrupts.
“All right, all right. You know what I think it was? I think the ghost decided it was time to get some sleep. And we should probably do the same, yeah?”
“Yeah, I don’t know,” Van spoke, holding up the music player. And slowly, like a spill of water, the girls are dispersed and moved to their beds.
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Hunting was what you did most these days. You, Nat, and Travis would all hike out into the woods and look around for tracks and scratches in the trees- and while sometimes you did find markers that a deer was around, you never found it.
You were ready to go, holding your stomach because of your cramps- which most of the girls were also plagued with by now.
“Jackie,” Nat said, kicking her sleeping form. She groaned. “Jackie! Up and at ‘em, or something.”
“You got it right,” you say, smiling sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes, smiling as well.
“I’m so cold,” Jackie groans, looking like a blue blanket with her brown hair spilling out on top. “And I have cramps!” she said, finally rolling over and facing the two of you.
“No shit,” Nat scoffs. “We literally all have cramps.”
“I feel like I have appendicitis and I’m not in bed.” You start walking towards the door, excited for some fresh air- wondering if it will help you. “It’s no excuse, Jackie!” you shout over your shoulder.
Natalie chuckles. “Our periods have synced up,” she says to Jackie, nudging her one more time. “C’mon.”
She follows you out of the cabin, slinging the gun over her shoulder while you slip on your backpack.
“Hey,” Akilah says when Jackie finally comes outside. “Bloody soldiers on the left, breakfast on the right. Okay? Don’t mess ‘em up like Travis did,” she smiles.
“Okay,” he says, shooting her a look. “You guys are disgusting. I’m just-” he makes a gagging sound, and Akilah rolls her eyes.
“Shut up,”
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“Are we finally going?” Travis asks, looking at the “bloody soldiers” in disgust.
“Oh, don’t be so happy,” Natalie smiles. “Everywhere you go, the blood will follow you.”
He groans, but follows the two of you anyways, deep into the woods, looking for birds or something to shoot.
Travis goes first, resting the gun on the curve of a tree, staring at a large plain of thick shrubs, nothing comes out.
“Nothing,” he sighs after a minute, letting the gun fall.
“Ah, giving up makes sense.” She holds up the piece of paper you’ve been keeping track on. “You’re not too far behind to catch up.”
Travis is third, by a wide margin, and you can’t stop thinking about it and smiling. Even though he’s been nicer ever since that day on the plane, you can’t help but wonder how much this is hurting his ego.
“It’s not my fault your lady bloods are scaring all the prey away.”
“Wow,” you laugh, leaning down to touch the leaf of a small fern.
“You went there,” Nat says.
“Went there? I am surrounded on all sides That cabin is, like, the blood hive.” He reloads the gun.
She scoffs. “What’s the matter, Travis? Are you scared of our menses?”
“Never said that.”
She smiles, giving you her hand and helping tug you up from the ground. “Anyway, shouldn’t the smell of blood attract animals?”
“Uh, predators, maybe. But sure hunter-gatherer tribes used to make their women, like, hide in huts or whatever when they were on their periods?”
“Yeah, Travis, let’s talk about the logic of neanderthals or whatever,” you say.
“Yeah, I’m confused. Are you a zoologist or an anthropologist?”
He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure it was that so they wouldn’t ruin the hunt.”
“More like cause men needed something to blame their failures on.”
Travis looks at her and takes in a breath, turning back around towards the trees.
“Ouch. I guess that hasn’t changed.”
“Can he, like, forfeit his turn for being stupid?” Natalie smiles and wraps her arm around your waist, leaning against you, while you cross your arms, wanting to go back to the cabin.
Finally, the bird you’ve been stalking kicks up in flight. Travis fires a shot, and misses.
“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily, and you and Natalie have to turn around to try and hide your laugh. “Whatever,” he spits, stalking off.
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You lay on your stomach next to Natalie, watching a small groundhog eat some leaves maybe 30 feet away.
She takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger. You shrink into yourself, expecting the sharp sound of a gunshot to come, but it doesn’t. Something clicks, and you look over to see Nat opening an empty chamber, which shouldn’t be empty.
“You cheater,” she says, turning to Travis who starts laughing, holding a bullet in his hand.
He does some weird trick you can barely even make out, and the bullet disappears from in between his fingers.
“Are you seriously doing magic right now?” you ask. “Major turn-off,” you sigh, flipping around so you’re laying on your back. You can hear Travis scoff. “Can we stay here for a minute? My stomach hurts.”
Natalie lays on her back next to you.
“Didn’t you tell Jackie that cramps are no excuse to stay in bed?”
Travis makes a gagging sound and walks away.
“Yeah, but like, this is is the woods. Not my bed.”
“Oh, okay,” she laughs. You rest in silence for another minute, you shoulder touching hers. “Appendicitis, though? Really?”
“I’m serious!” you say, drawing out the word in a groan, digging your feet into the dirt and turning your head to face her.
But she was already staring at you.
Her face is inches away from hers, the end of your noses brush, and you can feel her breath on your skin.
Her eyes are wide and bright blue, and you want to smile, to laugh and joke with her, but there’s something pulling you towards her, to just be like this.
You can hear branches rustle in the wind.
If you were to say her name, your lips would ghost across hers.
She’s been haunting you for so long, always right there, always a second too long, always thinking of her touch as soon as you had touched her.
Hunger has been something in your stomach you’re accustomed to. But this hunger, this one for her is different. It is a storm, in a way that you know it will never stop. There is no end in sight, no hope of food, of a savior.
You are starving and dying by the day, but this shaky friendship with her, that is what is barely keeping you alive.
The only savior you could possibly have is her.
And you’re in the wilderness, and you’re not stupid, and she looks and Travis and she cares about him. She dug up a dead body for him.
This is a hunger that will never stop, a violence inside of you that she could help you with, that you could share, but she won’t give it to you. She won’t ever give it to you, the girl with the gash across her face, the girl who barely speaks, the girl who is always second best even here in the wilderness.
It is never over, not when you’re too young to keep something like this, not when she is all that you have ever wanted, staying right in front of you for years.
Maybe it is the wilderness, the plane crash, but maybe it is just that you like looking at her, and you feel safe with her, and you want to hold her hand forever and wait for her.
“Guys!” Travis shouts, and you gasp and sit up, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Your mind was going to places that you wanted it to go. Not where it had to go.
“Y/N,” she whispers, reaching out for your hand, but you stand up. One of the bandages on your face comes loose.
“Sorry,” you say finally. “I-” But you can’t speak, you can’t lie to her, because you aren’t sorry.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry for-” she smiles, so sweetly, like she’s watching her favorite TV show, like she’s watching the rain fall on a peaceful night.
But the thing about rain is that soon your boots will fill up with water, soon you hair will stick to your face, and soon it won’t be nice anymore- it won’t be peaceful.
But you’re violence and she’s violence, and a little more won’t hurt-
You have survived through so much together, and you can’t step forward like this just to lose her. Not here, not in the wilderness, not ever.
You are so hungry, so, so hungry, and there is no way you can ever feed it. No way you can ever make this go away. This hunger will never be over.
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Hello Rat! o/ If you’re working on another animatic or doing more art, remember to take your time with things! And to take breaks and drink water. Also I like the Bdubs clips. Thank you for them! I hope you’re doing well and don’t push yourself! -arah fren
I refuse to take traditional breaks but thank you I really appreciate the sentiment.
I must chase the high of creation. I must fulfill every whim I have. I don’t think I just do it. And if I’m not in the mood I just Don’t ™. Is it pushing yourself if you physically can’t think of anything else? Is it pushing yourself if you do literally whatever you feel like doing at any given moment? I wouldn’t say it is, though maybe others would disagree. One day my inspiration will fizzle out. One day all my projects will cease being appealing and I’ll leave them all dormant. That day is not today. I have only so many days before real life begins at the end of summer. I need to use my time wisely. And that means creating what makes me happy.
I don’t seem to get wrist cramps or anything, at worst my ring finger becomes sore but I think that’s from pushing pens too hard into it which I don’t tend to do digitally. I’ve drank more water today than I have in the last week (my throat is. Killing me. Water doesn’t help but my brain is convinced it will). I’ve also had to get up and pee more often because of that so at least I’m not at my desk all day.
I shall leave you with these from the animatic I’m working on (they’re not actually the most updated, scar has. Scars now. But shh)
Also I haven’t actually worked on that today. Just a bdubs drawing and the comic I just posted. I also played rhythm heaven and talked to a counselor for school so. I haven’t been only drawing
Though really. I appreciate the ask and sentiments❤️
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The last one turns off the light - Chapter 2
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Here we go. Remember: this is just a fun thing for me, so it's not deep or serious. 🖤 AO3 down here, or if you want to stay - underneath the link. 😁
Bjorn, Torvi, Sigurd & Uncle Alfy
Bjorn stared at the coffin in the living room. It was a strange feeling to see it standing here, now that it was the right one - they had taken an extra look before the funeral home had left. It left a certain kind of heaviness on Bjorn's heart, and the pain of losing his father bored into his mind a little more real with this sight. Bjorn was tough, and he would hardly show any outward emotion here either - yet there was something numbing about it.
Aslaug and Ragnar's house slowly filled up. Relatives trickled in, and the priest came as well. He shook hands with Bjorn, Sigurd, and Torvi; he seemed kind and composed, and Bjorn was grateful that he did not offer his condolences as well. The fact that this funeral was much earlier than they thought was hard enough.
"I think we should start as soon as everyone gets here. Is Ivar going to give the speech after me?" the priest asked with a smile; Bjorn scratched his head slightly, then shook his head.
"Oh no, I'll... I'll give that one."
"Oh." the priest said, smiling encouragingly at Bjorn; he nodded to the three as he turned to more guests. Bjorn turned his gaze to Sigurd, who could hardly contain his laughter.
"What? That's not funny, he looked at me like I was learning disabled," Bjorn muttered; he could feel Torvi lightly stroking his back as Sigurd still laughed softly.
"You are learning disabled. That's probably what everyone who hears the news thinks," he grumbled, cashing in on a smack to the back of his head from Torvi. The three were silent for a moment; then Bjorn suddenly crossed his arms in front of his chest and stared at a man mingling with the guests with a soft smile. He seemed odd; he had brown curls and didn't seem like he knew anyone here.
"Look at that guy, Sigurd. Who the hell is that?" he whispered; his brother and Torvi also turned their gaze to the strange man, and Torvi raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe he's a friend of your father?" she said quietly; the three of them smiled affectedly as the guy looked in their direction with a soft smile.
"He's looks like a fag."
"Sigurd!"
"What, look at him. We know dad's friends, they're all different than that one. Oh my god, and here comes Uncle Alfy, oh shit. Did he have to come in a wheelchair?" Sigurd grumbled, and Bjorn had to stifle a smile. He knew exactly what Sigurd meant; Uncle Alfy may have been old, but he was by no means a smart mouth. He had the meanest mouth after Ivar, and was never above beating up people who got in his way with his cane or calling them potato Nazis.
"He just can't walk right." Bjorn retorted; he waved at Uncle Alfy, and was only dismissed with a grumbling look.
"He'll never forgive you for taking his...heeeey, Uncle Alfy!" Sigurd said, amused, as Uncle Alfy scowled and rolled over to them, and Bjorn patted him lightly on the back. Uncle Alfy's mouth twisted; he looked at the three of them and then wrinkled his nose.
"What are you losers doing here, standing around so stupid? Can we get this started now?" Uncle Alfy grumbled, looking up at Sigurd, who by now had almost hidden his smile again.
"We're still waiting for our brothers, Uncle Alfy."
"What, aren't those bums here yet? And cut your hair, you look like a used tampon!" the old man grunted before pushing past them, almost running over Sigurd's foot in the process.
Sigurd crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. "My God, why didn't he bite the dust instead of Dad? I don't think he's ever had any kind words for us. He used to call me a rug rat when I was a kid."
"Excuse me?"
A soft, masculine voice addressed Bjorn from the side; Bjorn turned slightly to the side and saw that it was the strange man from a moment ago they had been talking about; he returned the smile wanly and raised his eyebrows as the man began to speak softly.
"Hello, I'm really very sorry to bother you here... I... I'm an old friend of your father's, and I've heard a lot about you. You're Bjorn, aren't you?" the man said kindly; Bjorn's eyebrows drew together slightly, but then he nodded bluntly. His eyes remained on the man, who was still looking at him in an overly friendly manner; something told him that something was wrong with the man.
"Yes... exactly. Is there something I can do for you?" Bjorn asked.
The man smiled. "Did your father ever mention me? My name is Athelstan."
Bjorn considered; he breathed in and out for a moment, his mind actually elsewhere than on an old friend of his father's, and gave Sigurd a quick glance, who only rolled his eyes.
"No, he didn't."
"Oh, what a pity. Do you think we can talk a little later? I have something important to discuss with you."
"What here, now?" Bjorn asked; he looked at the strange man, and he nodded slightly. What was on the guy's mind? They were at his father's funeral, and no one really knew him - Bjorn could suppress his anger, but his confusion certainly jumped in the man's face.
But when Bjorn wanted to retort something less friendly, he came to no answer, because the doors of the front door opened again, and his brothers entered.
Ubbe, Ivar, Heahmund, Hvitserk & Eggsy
"Holy shit, I hate funerals," Ivar grumbled; his hand had clasped around Heahmund's forearm as he gave various relatives a smiling look.
Ivar didn't like death in general; but to be at his father's funeral now, that was really completely something he was inwardly resisting. He didn't like to feel grief, and he didn't like to see anyone feeling grief - especially his own family. His hand gripped tighter around Heahmund's arm, and he pulled Hvitserk along with him as well, who turned his head in all directions, slightly confused.
"Wow.", Hvitserk said quietly; his gaze went over the windows in confusion, and he pointed to the large pane in the living room that led out to the garden. "Dude, that looks like it's indoors outside. This room is so green."
"What?" Ivar grunted; though of course it was terrible that Hvitserk was on Eggsy's tablets; but they had to make the best of it. Stick it out, and hope no one exchanged too many words with the extremely confused Hvitserk. Ivar felt a slight chill run down his arm when he saw his father's coffin placed in the middle of the room - there was something real about it that made the whole situation not quite as funny anymore; at least for the moment Ivar's eyes were fixed on the coffin. But that was quickly changed again when he had to pull Hvitserk to him once more so that he wasn't running around haphazardly in the area.
"He's as high as anything... Just be glad Ubbe hasn't noticed anything yet," Heahmund murmured to him. They both glanced at Ubbe, who had just shaken hands with their aunt and put on his "I'm so terribly sad" look; they stared at him for a moment, then Heahmund sighed.
"I'm going to kill Eggsy for this."
Ivar grinned slightly. "Me too. Which I think is actually quite funny too, I mean... Hvitserk at least isn't sad. He would have cried all the time otherwise, you know him. So, I'd rather like this than have to see him hurt."
"Already, yes... Ah, speak of the devil." Heahmund replied, pointing to the front door; Eggsy was just entering. He was indeed wearing a shirt and jacket and had sensible pants on; but Heahmund's hand went directly to his forehead in embarrassment, and he clicked his tongue. Eggsy was wearing his ever-popular baseball cap and white sneakers to boot.
"He looks like he stole the clothes from the nearest Snipes store," Ivar laughed softly, and had to pull himself together when Aunt Helga gave Eggsy a strange look. Eggsy didn't seem to mind; he winked at Aunt Helga in amusement before joining Heahmund and Ivar. Hvitserk stared open-mouthed at the ceiling.
"Guys, I feel dressed up." Eggsy muttered, scratching at his jacket; Ivar let out a low snort, and almost choked on his own laughter when Ubbe suddenly set his sights on the four of them.
"Shh, be quiet. Ubbe's coming over, and you know what to do. Don't you actually have an antidote for this shit? I'm really scared this is going to go to shit," Ivar whispered, pressed; his arm gripped his brother tighter.
"No, man, how the hell am I supposed to... Well, Ubbe? How are ya? Sorry, funerals aren't my thing at all." Eggsy muttered, throwing Ubbe a smile; Ubbe raised his eyebrows in confusion, then nodded to Ivar and Heahmund.
"The speech of the priest is about to begin. Hvitserk, do you want to sit next to me?" Ubbe said; Hvitserk responded with a snort.
"Hahahaha, nope."
Ivar yanked Hvitserk by the arm even closer, then smiled. "He said he wants to sit next to us, it's okay, right? He's not doing so well, somehow..."
Ubbe raised his eyebrows, then turned his gaze to Heahmund and Ivar, both of whom were putting on absolute innocent airs and trying to look as composed as possible; only Hvitserk was grinning broadly and slightly drooling at Ubbe, while Eggsy scratched the back of his neck, not looking at Ubbe at all, but suddenly finding the carpet pattern on the floor terribly interesting. It took exactly two seconds for Ubbe to grab Eggsy hard by the back of the neck and pull him along.
"Hey, what the...?" Eggsy said still; he gave Ivar an uncertain look as he was dragged outside the door by Ubbe; Ivar bit his lower lip hard and looked at Heahmund.
"He knows."
"He sure does."
"I hope he leaves him in one piece, and that before the speech starts. Oh no..." Ivar grumbled, pressing his face lightly into Heahmund's upper arm; but even so he knew it was no use. "Uncle Alfy's coming over. Shoot me, please, Heahmund."
Ivar had actually still had the best rapport with Uncle Alfy; but now that he was finally appearing in public with Heahmund for the first time, he wasn't quite so sure it would end well. Uncle Alfy was already rough and rude when it came to normal people, but Ivar had a burning feeling in his throat that the old man wouldn't find his boyfriend all that funny. His fingers clutched tighter at Heahmund, and he smiled at the grumpy old man from a distance, who was slowly rolling toward them.
Hvitserk beside them audibly choked on his own spit as he murmured softly to Ivar, "Do you see a bear on a unicycle, too?"
Ubbe & Eggsy
"WHAT the hell did you do?" Ubbe murmured darkly as his fingers dug into Eggsy's collar; Eggsy gulped, but he looked at Ubbe openly, albeit with a slight look of panic in his eyes.
Ubbe had pulled him around the corner of the house so the other guests wouldn't see them; it was beautiful weather outside, and yet on a day like this it was supposed to be forbidden. But even when he had gotten up, Ubbe had had the strange feeling in his bones that something was wrong. That no matter how hard they tried, this day would end in disaster. Because that's just the way their family was. They had always been chaotic, and now that Ragnar was no longer there to keep them in check... Ubbe sighed softly, then pressed Eggsy's back harder against the wall of the house. Brown, warm eyes looked at him, and Ubbe fought the inner urge to weaken. Just not here.
"Theoretically, I didn't do anything wrong, you did. Just hypothetically, I mean.", Eggsy stuttered; his lips were slightly parted as Ubbe pressed him harder against the wall.
"What have you done? What's wrong with Hvitserk? Do you think I'm stupid? I could tell in the car when he was talking about imaginary dogs. I know your eyes, Eggsy. So, tell me."
Eggsy exhaled deeply; he turned his gaze briefly to the wonderful garden before meeting Ubbe's bright, blue eyes again. The back of his neck prickled slightly.
"There were no paracetamol in the brown bottle in the hallway. It was a new party drug I mixed together. I couldn't have known you'd give him two of them at once! And anyway, you asked me, and... you don't just take pills like that!" Eggsy complained meekly; Ubbe felt his fingers tighten violently in Eggsy's collar.
"What, you're not serious?!... That means Hvitserk is totally high? Especially today?" he asked, and Eggsy nodded; he flinched slightly as Ubbe released a hand from his collar and balled it up; his left eye tightened in anticipation of a punch, but Ubbe merely boxed his fist into the wall beside him. He exhaled deeply, then looked at Eggsy again.
"Shit... Man, I'd love to punch you in the mouth for that, for real! Do you know what kind of work that's going to be, holding him back? How am I going to explain this to mom? What's going to happen to him?" Ubbe asked darkly; his eyes once again turned to Eggsy, who by now was standing a little looser again and straightening his jacket slightly; he lightly tucked his chin.
"I don't even know myself, I was actually going to throw these in at a party tomorrow. He only has to last 12 hours, roughly, if I've done my math right. Basically, he's just happy and seeing funny colors... and apparently any dogs in the car... barking.", Eggsy said quietly; Ubbe grunted deeply and ran with a slow motion through his hair.
"Heahmund and Ivar know?" he asked, and Eggsy nodded.
"Yeah, since the beginnin'. They're trying to keep him together."
"Oh fuck, this is going to end in a disaster," Ubbe muttered; he could hear more guests entering the house, but he also noticed Eggsy's burning gaze on him. His bright eyes turned back to his future brother-in-law's little brother, his own little brother's best friend.
He looked around when he saw Eggsy's definite look.
"No, Eggsy, not here. You know very well that the risk of getting caught is too high. And despite that, it's Dad's funeral," Ubbe grumbled, trying to suppress the feeling of intense longing as Eggsy's hand closed around his forearm.
"Come on, two minutes. I can make you feel good again! We'll hide in the pantry, nobody goes in there," Eggsy whispered softly, and Ubbe allowed himself to be pulled closer, albeit grumbling.
It had been going on for a while, quite a while, that the two of them met secretly and had something together. It had first happened on one of the evenings he had picked up the unconsciously drunk Ivar and the cheerful Eggsy from a festival; after a very brief discussion of right and wrong, they had fallen over each other so violently that it was still a masturbation fantasy of Ubbe's today. The only problem was that this could never get out. Ivar would never speak a word to either of them again, and Ubbe was sure that Heahmund's fist bump would be legendary and fierce if he found out that Ubbe was fucking his little brother.
But they were also naive about their affair; even now Ubbe looked around slightly before taking Eggsy by the hand and pulling him along to the back entrance of the house.
"I know a perfect place, no one will look for us or find us there. But hurry, the speech is about to start."
Bjorn & Athelstan
"Can I speak to you just now, please?" the oddly curled man said after Bjorn greeted his brothers with a nod; Bjorn rolled his eyes slightly and looked around, but then nodded. He turned briefly to Torvi, who was standing next to him.
"I'm just going to go talk to this strange guy, maybe he'll go away. You just make sure everything goes according to plan here. And keep Sigurd and Ivar apart, okay? Where did Ubbe go anyway? He was supposed to bring me something," Bjorn muttered, and Torvi shrugged; she affirmed his task, however, before Bjorn took the strange man into one of the back rooms with a stiff nod.
They went into their father's study room; here were bookshelves, his expensive, large desk, and other things he liked; his father had always liked to retreat here. Bjorn breathed heavily; it was almost as if he could still smell his father's heavy aftershave in this room.
"Why don't you sit down? I must say, you astonish me a bit.", Bjorn grumbled; he himself sat down across from the guy, still eyeing him with slightly furrowed brows, before the latter began to speak, smiling slightly.
"I know, and I'm also sorry for just showing up today... But it couldn't be helped. Your father and I were very good friends, if you understand." the man said, smiling; he rummaged around in his strange jacket, pulling out a small stack of photos.
Bjorn raised an eyebrow; what was this becoming? Was this becoming a weird slide show? He had a strange feeling in his stomach as he picked up one of the photos, and sure enough: it was his father, along with this guy.
"I see. But what exactly...", Bjorn started, but the man pushed another photo into his hand.
"Here we are in Venice. We've done a lot of tours. And here, your father dressed up as a Viking, that was a party. He looked great, didn't he?"
Bjorn accepted the other photos as well and looked at them. His father looked happy on them, but Bjorn still didn't realize the meaning behind it. He looked at the photos for a moment, then raised his eyebrows again. His gaze fell on the man who still had a photo in his hand, which he held strangely twisted. Bjorn exhaled deeply, then said, "I don't quite understand what they want. I'm going to leave now, and you're going to stay at the funeral normally, okay? I don't have time for this."
"Wait. I have one more thing...You know, I loved your father," the man said, and Bjorn grunted.
"We all did."
"No, I really did lo... oh, see for yourself."
He thrusted the last photo into Bjorn's hand, and Bjorn's mouth dropped open.
For a moment he just stared at the photo like something that didn't exist; like it simply wasn't there, and yet there it was on his hand, staring back at him, pulling all the ground out from under him. It took him a while to even wake up from his stupor, then he hissed.
"What the fuck...No, that's... no."
"Yes, it is, I'm sorry. Did he ever mention me?"
Bjorn swallowed; he stared at the photo where his father and this strange guy were... and that naked. In a clear pose, and his father was grinning at the camera to boot. For a moment Bjorn didn't believe it was true, but there was no doubt in his mind.
"No, did he... oh my God, does our mother know?" Bjorn said; his shock bored deeper and deeper into his bones, and he had to catch himself for a moment. He had expected many things, after all. But guaranteed not that a curly-haired asshole would show up at the funeral and hold out gay photos of him and his father.
"No, she doesn't know, and she doesn't need to know... And that's my problem, you know? Your father and I, we loved each other, and I feel... so cheap, like a tramp, yes. I want a part of the inheritance, otherwise I'll go around showing everyone the photos."
Bjorn stared at the man.
The brown curls and warm face screamed innocence, but he wore the glint of the devil in his eyes. Against this man, Ivar seemed almost the image of the Christian and holy virgin, and Bjorn had to swallow hard.
"You come into our house, and blackmail me at my father's funeral? Really?" he said, and the man shrugged.
"I'm sorry, but I don't know any other way to help myself. Ten years we knew each other."
"Oh man." Bjorn ran his hand over his forehead and sighed deeply; his head was spinning.
Of course, he would have loved to smash the dwarf's skull in and throw him out on edge. But he couldn't ruin his father's reputation either, certainly not in this way, and certainly not on this important day. His mother would have a heart attack, guaranteed, and his brothers first... Bjorn raised his eyes again and grunted darkly.
"How much." he said bluntly, and the man named Athelstan smiled.
"Oh, ten thousand is enough for me. That would be... reasonable."
Bjorn stared at him for a moment; he had to resist his inner urge to smash one of Dad's bronze sculptures on the guy's head here and now; and as he looked around the room, it suddenly struck him all at once what kind of figures they were; fighting, naked men, young men touching each other. He had never paid attention to these statures, but now it felt like the gayness was surrounding him just with every single inch of this room.
"Oh man, Dad...," Bjorn grumbled softly, then turned his gaze back to the guy.
"Wait here. I'll discuss this with my brothers, and then... we'll see what happens. Will you disappear for good when we pay?"
Athelstan nodded. "I'd be gone, of course. Without a word And I'll wait."
“With these… disgusting pictures.”
Bjorn stood up, after giving the guy another threatening look, and left the room; he left the clear photo in his jacket pocket and walked towards the main room. Everything inside of him was spinning.
Heahmund, Ivar & Hvitserk
"Where is everybody? Sigurd is just standing in the corner looking like an idiot, and Torvi is just running after our mom...She got fat, didn't she? And where the hell are Ubbe and Eggsy? And where's Bjorn?" Ivar grumbled quietly; he had already taken a seat with Heahmund and Hvitserk on a couple of the many chairs placed in front of the coffin - many people were already seated, but most were still standing around talking quietly. Ivar snorted; he looked at Heahmund, who was smiling at an elderly lady.
"Will you stop flirting with old grannies, you disgusting dream of a son-in-law?" Ivar growled, and Heahmund laughed softly. He let his gaze slide around the room again, but there was no sign of his little brother and Ubbe; and it was beginning to seem strange to him.
"I flirt with whom I please. We're not engaged yet." Heahmund joked, almost regretting having said that; for a deep wrinkle bored into Ivar's forehead, and he looked at Heahmund with narrowed eyes.
"Asshole. Good, then I can flirt with other guys, besides, you're old enough to propose to me!"
"Ivar, please don't bring that up today."
"No."
"Yes!"
"Guys, the coffin is moving." Hvitserk mumbled dryly between them; he had opened his mouth and looked at his younger brother in shock. Ivar frowned and took a quick look at the coffin; but it was still standing there. Quiet.
"Hvitty, it's not moving. Shut up, we'll buy you an ice cream in a minute, too," Ivar muttered; he smiled wanly at Aunt Helga, who was sitting immediately nearby. Sigurd also moved in their direction; he sat down next to Hvitserk, who was still staring at the coffin with wide eyes.
"It moved..." Hvitserk said a little louder, and several people looked over at them. Ivar bit his lip hard and pulled Hvitserk closer; he could see Sigurd's questioning face, but he would not and could not explain it now.
"Hvit, please be quiet now, I'm begging you... People are already looking," Ivar hissed; he had his hand firmly cupped in Hvitserk's forearm, but Hvitserk pushed his hand away easily. He blinked a few times in panic, and then stood up even before Ivar could grab hold of him.
"Guys, don't you see that? THE COFFIN IS MOVING! DAD, are you alive?!" Hvitserk roared, lunging towards the coffin.
Heahmund, Ivar, and Sigurd ran after him, trying to stop him before he could lunge at the wooden coffin; only with their very last strength and effort could they hold the roaring Hvitserk away from the coffin, and yank him away. People were shocked, staring at them as they pulled Hvitserk out into the fresh air with some commotion; Aunt Helga fainted, Ivar saw it clearly before he and Heahmund and Sigurd maneuvered the still wriggling Hvitserk out the door.
"My God, what's the matter, Hvitserk?" Sigurd cried, aghast; the three stared at Hvitserk, and Ivar had to swallow hard.
"He took pills from Eggsy, and they were...not so good. You know he's not usually like that."
"What, it was clear that your family was going to fuck up here again, Heahmund!" Sigurd sighed at Heahmund, and Ivar stood protectively in front of Heahmund.
"He didn't do anything, actually it wasn't anyone's fault, it was an accident!" Ivar said; meanwhile Hvitserk was walking through the garden laughing softly and touching the leaves of the hedge. He could be heard singing softly.
"Oh man, but what kind of pills were those, please? Mom's going to freak out! Just look at him...did he just call the leaves his friends?" Sigurd grunted; the three watched Hvitserk roll up a green leaf and play it like a flute; the three looked at each other for a moment, then Ivar sighed.
"We have to watch him, I mean..."
But he got no further, for suddenly Bjorn came running out of the door; he was breathless and looked terribly pale. His eyes were fixed first on the dancing Hvitserk, then on the three, who were looking at him as bewilderedly as he was at them.
"What's wrong with Hvitty?" Bjorn said breathlessly; the three looked at each other for a moment, then Heahmund said quietly, "Long story, really. Did something happen?"
"Guys, you need to come with me. Real quick. And where's Ubbe? He has to come, too. You won't believe what happened. Remember that weird curly-haired guy who was hanging around the corners like a sex offender?" Bjorn said breathlessly; Sigurd nodded, and Ivar and Heahmund shook their heads.
"He... Oh man, I don't even know how to say this. Find Ubbe, now! Meet me in Dad's study room. Please. It's life and death, so to speak. And... um..." he said, casting an uncertain glance over at Hvitserk, who was apparently on an important phone call with a leaf; the brothers and Heahmund looked at each other, then Bjorn added, "Best we lock Hvitserk in a bathroom or something. You do that, Sigurd. And Heahmund and Ivar, you look for Ubbe, and then quickly to the study room! The speech will have to wait, the priest already knows!"
With these words, Bjorn disappeared into the doorway, and the three looked at each other questioningly.
"Well guys... I don't want to say anything, but the day already started out shitty when they delivered the wrong coffin," Sigurd muttered; he rolled up his sleeves and nodded to the two before turning towards Hvitserk; Ivar bit his lip.
"Well, great. After all, I'll be interested to see what kind of disaster Bjorn has to report. He looked like he'd seen a ghost," he muttered, nodding at Heahmund. "Come on, I think I know where we can find Ubbe. He's probably giving Eggsy an endless lecture about drugs and shit, and I don't want those two fighting to the point of yelling again."
"Sure." Heahmund mumbled, letting Ivar pull him along. He took one last look at Sigurd, who was trying with angelic patience to corral Hvitserk, while the latter was only lightly singing as he jumped away from his brother.
What a strange day. It could hardly get any worse.
#vikings#ivar the boneless#heahmund x ivar#ubbe x eggsy#eggsy unwin#ubbe lothbrok#bjorn ironside#modern hvitserk#modern au
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Finally the weekend! And not shattered from work I can finally say my greetings 😆.
So I'm WindSphinx, a hobby writer and somewhat twine coder (still learning honesty). I have no idea how to do tumbler really, but I want to share what I'm working on getting pointers, maybe, or just genuinely enjoy sharing my works. I am also a slow writer, mostly because I can only really write at the weekends. Though being kinda dyslexic doesn't help either...
Well to be totally honest I'm not "dyslexic" I just have a thing I can't ever remember how to spell let alone say that is basically the same thing. So that's why I say I'm kinda dyslexic, just easier to explain and everyone knows about it. I am also a bit grammar blind (it's a curse) as well as have words constantly swap on me, u have been warned 😝.
On to the Stories/Games/Projects! And sorry for the bad summaries
*(Born) From The Shadows: this is the one I've been spending most of my time on, to be honest. In short, it's set in a superhero world, within a fictional city called New Nova.
Life has finally caught up and you can relax, finally take a long-awaited breath from the constant running. Live alongside your love and forget your past.
But, your past has not forgotten you... Never has. Never will.
For the Light always cases it's Shadow.
Featuring -
*A semi already built (?) MC, is gender selectable though sadly only male and female as I don't quite understand non-binary and do not wish to offend anyone (some side characters are non-binary though, testing waters).
*A character creation of sorts. plus choosing your mc's occupation.
*And 4 (plus a secret to be added later) RO/routes.
ROs-
Chance- a stoic, freckled redhead with curls. Has super strength, kinda a big deal in the city.
Danny- a speedster with a bubbly personality, lightly tanned dark brown hair with a red sheen and brown eyes with blue flicks in.
Nikita aka Nikky- rich telekinetic, somewhat hot and cold. Totally unhonest with their feelings. Slightly curly dirty (light brown at best) blonde hair, olive skin and deep storm-green eyes.
Vincent/Veronika- Street rat turned vengeful vigilante (kinda). A brunette with warm Hazel eyes. Sharpness Manipulation and Inertia Manipulation.
Secret- is a Secret shh.
[Word count 17,000... maybe?]
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*project "Superhero", set in the same world as above. And yet to have a proper name despite actually being older than From The Shadows.
Homeless, lost, freak these are amongst the most common of which you are called. All of which are true, you have no home besides your animal companion. You are lost, always moving -searching- from place to place. And most importantly you are a FREAK, one of those people with powers beyond what a teenager should have let alone deal with. And because of that, you are hunted sort after by countless countries, to be theirs.
You want nothing to do with it. And have for years dodged every bullet, that is until you get caught.
Features-
Semi built mc I think? Gender selection (guy or girl), straight, gay or bi. Mc looks and what powers they have.
Chose what kind of companion u have. Cat, dog, bird and fox.
-Ros are still being tweaked-
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*project Wyvern, one of my newer ones still very WIP.
Urban fantasy centring around the Dragon Riders, their city and land. And the Child Sovereign wanting/needing to enter the mountain ranges of their old foes the Wyvern's the race the lost the Founding War. The War that practically banished the Wyverns to the endless mountains of the west.
MC is the Wyvern's Chief's child, tasked with going to the Rider city to play at Ambassador, also to see if the Child Sovereign is serious about the peace they so readily offer. Whereas their underlinings growl and glare.
Features-
Semi built mc maybe? Male, female and testing out non-binary. Customise what your Wyvern mc looks like.
ROs-
Child Sovereign Myinzedaph (or Myin for short): They have been on the throne since the age of ten when their parents were assassinated due to their political standing and Myinzedaph being thought of as a perfect puppet to the throne. However, they got to the young Royal too late, though they played their puppet role for a time, until they figured out who held the strings then they turned the tides. The wrath of vengeance sang with steel and blood that day.
Pheave Knight-Captain of the Royal guards: Assigned to mc for their stay in the palace. Also a powerfully strong Su'win/Soul-Less, or dragon-less human. Though the old language is mostly dead, maybe a Priest or two of the Old Drake know some. The word for soul-less has survived, however. And unlike the Wyverns, the Riders use the old term nothing short of an insult. One Pheave has grown up with, and will not like mc using.
Lyrnā/Lyrnō Werewolf: Once Nomadic, they and their pack have started to settle in the city/kingdom dew to more equality compared to the other kingdoms/cities and the Riders that rule them.
Zatre a Street thug: They hold a speckle spiked spitter, a dragon so terrifying, deadly, covered head to toe in spikes and so misunderstood.
Detective Jaiden Sullivan: 1/4 Gorgon so looks more human than the Gorgons, human legs and such. Their hair is still serpent-like just thinner so you can be fooled into thinking their hair, they are tied up to make it look like thin dreads/braids, the image melts as soon as they grow angry however as their snakes rattle. They have dark greyish-blue skin, with extremely thin patterning of scales.
[Intro done at 800 words]
[Prolouge somewhat at 8,600]
[Chap One (unfinished) at the moment stands at 2,036]
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*project Circus still WIP but probably still got a bit more words than Wyvern.
You a creature of the night, is stolen from family and home to a living nightmare of being entertainment. Treated little more than a mindless beast by the ringmaster and follows, if anything their life is made harder as they are the ringmasters favourite. Or theirs by right, as they are the ones that took you from your family, dragged you away kicking and screaming. Broken you, melding you into the perfect tool to entertain the masses with their Circus.
That was until it along with its assets were bought from under them by a rival circus, THEE rival circus in the ringmaster's eyes. Their last words to you were how you were theirs by right, and how they would get you back.
Features-
Semi built mc (I think). Gender choice and choice of Therianthrope your mc is. Werewolf, Werelion, Weretiger, Weredragon and Selkie.
RO's-
Damian/Damiana Alden male/female- blue eyes black hair a Good Ringmaster, human, self-made billionaire and a general golden-hearted person. They started with helping strays; cats, dogs, pigs, birds, people anything and anyone that looked lost or in need. Those they couldn't re-home ended up staying with them, which is how their Circus started. It wasn't long after they found out about the supernaturals, especially in the entertainment circuit and seeing their plate and being the bleeding heart they are, saves them.
Sheridan Arkwright- male/female/non-binary(maybe). Brown eyes brown hair
Human and Dam's bodyguard/head of security, childhood friend and voice of reason, most of the time. They don't like the danger the MC represents, especially on how feral they seem on first impressions. Also, one to read all about mythological studies, fables fairy tales to understand the supernatural, as well as Venator journals for 'protection'...
Flint Dempsey male/female- a Fae Changeling shapeshifter, also something of a spy for Dam.
And was the loudest voice that told/voted for Dam to buy them out to get MC. As that was the only way to get MC away from the asshat.
Greer male/female- a Dilute (human with descendant bloodlines to an unknown supernatural) One of the attractions, their act is the soothsayer and the over the top cliche 'Gypsy'.
Kayn male/female- a Dog shifter/Cyanthrope/Kynanthrope and honestly a mystery 😉
#interactive fiction#interactive novel#maybe?#wyvern project#born from the shadows#superhero project#project Circus#wyvern#my wips#Generally just hi
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Cherry blossom marriage. Based on the ghost marriage event. Plus lowly tied to my fanfic on wattpad.
" Please marry me!" Epel said, " Darx I challenge you for the bride's hand,"
" Don't look at someone else. Please marry me!" Ace shouted, " Darx I will defeat you,"
"Please... choose me as your marriage partner," Riddle offered, " Darx I shall put a stop too you,"
" Your beauty, I want to be your servant of love forever," Rook smiled, " And I shall rescue you from this brute,"
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Far out at sea loomed a dark storm cloud that slowly made its way towards the island of Night Raven College. A figure sat on the back of a mighty griffin in the eye of the storm, it groaned, cried as it tried to thrash against reigns. The man growled as he sharply pulled on the reins.
"Quiet pet, I hear that there is a beautiful maiden at Night Raven College. And from what I've seen on the magical, she is quite the sight," The figure sighed, " Though I wished she had more of a presence, instead of uploaded photo's from this Cater guy."
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"Master, can I come with you this time?" Inir asked excitedly, " I promise to be careful this time?"
"I have a feeling you to come for other reasons," Y/n sighed.
"N-no," Inir stuttered.
"You want another playdate with Ortho don't you?" Y/n smirked at her newer creation.
"No- yeah, but he's so fun to hang out with and I promise I'll be careful and try not to break myself like last time," Inir begged.
"Inir you broke yesterday from the game of tag, and I spent all night gluing you back together, and I had to reapply the marks that keep you together," Y/n yawned as she took a sip of coffee.
"PLEASE!?" Inir begged.
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"Morning Ace-san, "Inir greeted.
"Oh Inir, I see y/n put you back together, " Ace smiled.
"yep cause she's the best, " Inir smiled.
"Morning," Yawned a tired Y/n.
"Wow you look awful today, did you get any sleep?" Ace asked.
"No, and I didn't feel like arguing with Inir today. Have you seen Idia or Ortho? " Y/n sighed.
"Yeah, I think-"
"Inir!" Shouted a young voice, and a flash of white and blue.
"There he is?" Y/n yawned.
"Hi, Ortho, " Inir Smiled as she hugged to robot boy, " is Idia outside today?"
"No, just me, but I saw that you were in school so I came over to play some more," Ortho said with a cheery smile, " If that's okay with Y/n, "
"Just please be gentle, I don't think I can handle another all-nighter to fix Inir," Y/n said tiredly.
"Okay," they both said as they ran off.
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(Location- courtyard)
"Are you sure you're going to make it through the day?" Duece asked with a worried tone as he helped Y/n walk straight.
"I can't fall behind-behind on.. on the," Y/n nodded off.
"Prefect Y/n, what in the world happened to you," Said a very smooth voice.
"Oh no," Y/n groaned as she looked up to see Vil staring down at her.
"Y/n have you slept at all, you have bags under your eyes, and your skin looks all dried up," Vil said as he poked and prodded at her face.
"I had to put Inir back together, so no sleep," Y/n said simply.
"Oh no, you shouldn't push yourself. You'll ruin your health," Rook gasped at the sight of Y/n's tired face.
"Epel please Take Y/n back to her dorm to get proper rest," Vil said simply.
Epel nodded and Helped Y/n back to the ramshackle dorm to rest. The moment Y/n rested her head she was out like a light.
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The night quickly came and Y/n found it hard to sleep knowing that her sleep was very thrown off, so she decided to take a night stroll around the school. As she made her way to the main route of the great 7. As she walked past the statues she noticed a familiar shut-in heading her way.
"Oh, good evening Mr. Idia," Y/n smiled as she curtsied slightly.
"Ahh! O-oh it's you Y/n. good evening, but what are you doing up so late?" Idia stuttered.
"My sleep is completely out of wack, so I'm just walking around. What are you up too, must be something important," Y/n wondered aloud.
"I've ordered my favorite manga's newest print... along with the spacial mini colored papers, but why is it not delivered by the release date!?" Iida ranted.
"M-Manga? Is this related to the anime thing you talk about?" Y/n asked.
"Manga is the book version of anime," Idia explained.
"Oh, well sorry to hear that, it must be a good piece of literature," Y/n frowned for Idia.
"It's a shame as an otaku to not get it on the first date. There's nobody around too, I'm going to the shop," Idia sighed.
But suddenly lightning flashed in the sky and a strong wind blew past Y/n and Idia.
"...ound you...," said a distant voice.
"Eh?" Idia and Y/n gasped.
"Just now... someone's voice?" Idia wondered.
" I finally... found you... My Bride!" Said a tall man with a black blindfold over his eyes.
"GYAA———!!!!!" Idia screamed while Y/n gasped in shock.
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"Grim, GRIM!" The fairy trio shouted.
Grimm gasped awake and quickly glared at the three.
"What?!" Grimm groaned.
"Y/n's missing! and the ghost has invaded!" Zephyr shouted as three ghosts appeared.
"Whoa!?" Grimm screamed.
" You dirty rats! What are you doing here!" One of the ghosts shouted, " This mansion is the Masters' reception hall. It's off-limits for outsiders!"
"Master?! Reception hall??. I don't get it, but it's my dorm. The outsiders are you guys!" Grimm growled.
"If you won't go out, you'll be in trouble," The ghosts glared, " Go out now or you'll be hurt!"
The Ghosts quickly tossed Grimm and the other creatures out of the dorm. Grimm growled as he ran over to the headmaster's office to report the incident.
"Your dorm got possessed by ghosts with white hats?" Crowley asked.
"That's right! They appeared and suddenly said that the dorm was theirs! They said something about a master too!" Grimm growled.
" Master... ah, I get it! There was nobody in that dorm last year so I let it be, but... It seems like he has come this year again," Crowley sighed.
"Again?" Vinca asked.
" The ones who chased you out was Darx's vassal" Crowley groaned.
"Darx? Who's that? I don't know if I'm supposed to be congratulating or scared," Grimm wondered.
" It seems like she was a princess of a country that was destroyed long ago. Darx is currently the world's most powerful wizard and a very narcissistic one too. He travels the world in search of a perfect partner to bear his children, wanting powerful children. He had many weddings, yet his brides always go missing after a month. Sometimes he rests at Ramshackle Dorm as appointed to be their basecamp. It's an honor for that place to be recognized by a powerful wizard," Crowley explained.
" It's not the time to brag! Chase those annoying ghosts away quickly!" Grimm growled.
" It's too annoying to chase them... ahem! Don't you think it's pitiful? Let's just leave them alone, plus I don't want to get on Darx's bad side for no good reason. besides no bride will be found here," Crowley laughed, " It only affects Ramshackle Dorm. And they'll go away after a few days. Stop those useless protests and just freeload on your friend's place for 2-3 days, wait where's Y/n?"
" Headmaster—!!!!!!!" Ortho and Inir cried.
"Oh, Ignihyde's Ortho Shroud-Kun and Inir of Ramshackle. What are you two in a hurry for?" Crowley
"It's a problem... my brother and Prefect Y/n were taken by a strange man!" Ortho cried.
"What?!" everyone gasped.
"Right Check out this security video," Ortho said as he projected a video.
"Hey! Please don't hack the school's security system!" Crowley scolded.
"shh, be quiet and watch the video!" Inir shushed.
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"So that man is," Grimm gulped.
"Yep, that man is Darx, and he found a bride!" Crowley gasped.
"And the Bride is Y/n!" Ora gasped in horror.
"Well she indeed a beautiful maiden and a powerful witch on top of that, fitting his criteria," Crowley mumbled.
"Yep, she is also kind and caring. Dame you Darx, what precise eyes you have!" Inir growled.
"Anyway, it seems like we have trouble, If she's chosen to be Darx bride, then that means," Crowley gasped.
Suddenly they were interrupted by all the commotion happening in the halls. They ran out to see what was going on, and to find the halls were overrun with ghosts and monsters. All the students ran out of the school to the track field, the only safe place for the student body.
"Isn't it Ace and Deuce, did you come to the sports field to evacuate too?" Riddle said simply.
"You guys got chased out too?" Deuce asked.
"Yep looks like Darx is up to something," Vil sighed in annoyance.
"Wait Grimm, Where is Y/n?" Azul asked.
"She's been taken by Darx!" Inir cried.
"What?!" everyone gasped in horror.
"It's true," Ortho said as he explained what had happened last night.
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#riddle rosehearts#twisted wonderland x mc#twisted wonderland x you#twisted wonderland x reader#ghost marriage#idia x reader#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#jade leech#twisted wonderland lilia#Grimm
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We Can Make It Work
~4.2k words, stupid long, gratuitous gang plans, a real somft ending, i promise
Tags: retribution spoilers. cw - killing, guns, Argentstep, the gang!! not sure
Mina has session with Dr. Finch - it goes well this time. In fact, many things are going well lately! Also I wanted to write about the gang, and i always want to have argent stuff
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“You seem well - more confident. Happier?” Finch is smiling. Mina is smiling. This is good. “I wish I could take some credit but it’s been awhile since our last session. I thought you might not be coming back.”
Mina sinks back into the comfortable chair, “Sorry, I just have been really busy lately.”
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“...I started a new project at work.”
A small sodium work lamp illuminates the workbench and the corkboard on the wall before it. Neat files of illicit records and stacks of purloined documents, a laptop aglow with… research, photos, stock news, articles. Mina’s nimble fingers spear a set of blueprints to the board.
It was a trickle at first - but with time, the board had grown very crowded indeed, a tangled rat’s nest of ties, connections and data points. The squeaking chorus nearby liked it when she thought of it as such.
Vanderpoel had talked to Ochoa about the congressional aide who handled the senator’s dirty laundry - Mina had been monitoring Mia. The aide was careful, but simply didn’t have the security of his boss. His mind had been an oily, porous sick sort of place, riddled with compromise and low cunning - it yielded readily before Clarity. A swift crack, and all kinds of goodies spilled out, enough that sifting through it had become difficult. Now, though, now she had the names necessary to get started.
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“I’ve been trying to be better about working as part of the team.”
The warehouse was dusty, filled with forgotten pieces of abandoned start-ups or rarely used equipment, the space leased by a firm with little memory of it - Mina had made certain it was forgotten. A flash young gun in a slick suit is chattering about gear specs with a slightly older Modded muscle who is dutifully ignoring him while trying to unpack and assemble gear with their clawed prosthetic. Another modded fellow lounges on the sofa, pouring over a flight manual.
Across the way, an odd pair, a rough, heavily-modded soldier and a grinning young girl who seems like she might have walked off campus at UCLD are listening intently, studying floor plans. All authority in the room flows from the scarred, severe woman laying out her plan point by point.
“...ZaZa sits tight on overwatch, Boris stays put at the helipad. Rest of us sweep the executive level, and split into pairs. Pelayo, you’re with Nehal, while Ward and -” She pauses, hearing the question form in Pelayo’s mind, “while Ward and I secure the target.”
“The kid can back you with the target, no? How much back-up you need in that suit, boss?” Pelayo brushes his knuckles over his stubble, a nervous tic.
Smoothly, softly, Mina shuts down Pelayo’s concern, “You need to cover Nehal while she makes sure we only set off the alarms we want to go off, and then you need to be there to place our parting gift. Ward will be fine with me, I’ve got their back. Are we clear?”
Pelayo hesitates, measuring his unwillingness to separate from Ward versus testing the boss. It was a good job - Clarity pays well and on time, gives them plenty of prep time. And most importantly in this city, she seems mostly sane. Looked a little young, but she didn’t get those scars playing tennis, and the plans were solid, smart. So if she said Ward went up and he went down... “Ay, we clear.”
Clarity looks him dead on. That ‘this isn’t going to be a problem?’ look. He knows it.
Pelayo nods, “Don’t worry about it.”
Nehal, surreptitiously studying the utility plans, in utter enchantment, “I think, on some level, I always wanted to be an arsonist.”
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“...I’ve been going out a bit more.”
Ward didn’t quite understand how Clarity’s trick worked, but watching the grey cloud slowly eat through the vaulted security door to the executive suite was a treat. Nehal had made sure to cut off communications from the CEO’s office - and the target had predictably locked down his suite.
What they hadn’t expected was a Modded security officer waiting for them.
Clarity steps through the hole that was a steel-reinforced door, imperious dark armor and gleaming face mask emerging wreathed in the nanovores’ smoky cloud. The vocal distorters don’t conceal her amusement, “Could it be? The Grey Guardsman? No longer cutting taxes, I see.” Shielded. So that’s why she hadn’t sussed out his presence in advance.
The corporate hero draws his signature carbon-steel longsword, squaring off - making a good show of confidence, pointing his blade, “And I recognize you, villain - I may no longer serve TaxTech, but we still do a swift trade in justice here at Promethean.”
Clarity coolly wraps an armored gauntlet around the blade. The Rat-King gleefully guides them as they chew apart the weapon, and Mina sighs behind her mask. She always really liked that sword. “Stand aside, Guardsman. This scum isn’t worth fighting for.”
Sure, he’s a company stooge, but Charge had introduced him to Sidestep, and it hurts to admit, but… maybe some part of Mina would regret crushing him too badly. A reminder of a more innocent time.
Enough to distract her from the fact that he’s still coming - his ambitious, ridiculous plan of punching her thwarted by Ward’s iron grip around his wrist. Clarity’s lapse in conviction is rectified - a solid blow to the head from her armored gauntlet and Ward drops him to the floor.
She sighs, and nods her head in gratitude to Ward. That should leave only the target in the office proper. A heavy book is enough kick through the ordinary door. A portly older fellow sits still in his chair, trying to appear unafraid, trying to hold his composure. “Wh-what is it that you want? I am prepared to c-cooperate.”
A VIP, a defense contractor, someone with his security clearance would have some training to resist telepathic interrogation - enough to maybe stop Sidestep. Not so for Clarity, but still maybe enough to slow down the process, complicate things. “Ward, sedative.” The man yelps as she reaches across the desk to grab him.
“Got it, Boss.” Ward’s surprisingly deft with the needle. The suit makes pinning him to the desk a trivial thing, and the injection goes in just as easily.
“Now, then. I’m not to be disturbed.” Ward takes the order and leaves Clarity to her prey. The quivering executive yields easily, meager protections cracking like safety glass under the first real pressure.
Clarity is rewarded - almost immediately. He knew why they were here. He knew immediately exactly which part of Promethean’s many contracts had brought Clarity here. A dry Nevada desert. Security clearances and classified paperwork. Contracts with no questions asked. A service for his country. It made him feel good to be a patriot - that is what she discovers. It makes her feel… something else entirely. Seething, black, bloody --
“Oh, shit, is he dead, boss?” Ward sneaks a look into the office. Mina recoils immediately from the man - blood runs from his nose and… not dead yet, a stroke, maybe. She can feel the trickle of his mind, faint, pooling out. Fine - better than what he deserved. She’d planned to wipe his memory and cover her intrusion but a stroke worked just as well.
“We’re leaving.” Clarity stalks out of the office, opening a channel for the rest of the team, “I have what we came for. Exit team?”
The office fills with sirens and red lights, Nehal’s voice in her helmet, “Oh, we’re good.”
“Then we’re done.”
A whining voice cuts over the radio, “I didn’t even get to shoot anything.”
“Next time.”
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“I feel like the job really gives me a chance to express myself.”
“And you’re getting along with your co-workers? I know you were worried about your social anxiety.”
“I think we understand each other.”
“Shh, guys!” Nehal fumbles for the remote to turning up the volume on the television. Pelayo and Ward are still stripping down and checking the gear. Boris, ZaZa, they share beers, but Clarity - unarmored - settles down to sit on the floor next to the girl.
“...Veronica Sandoval, live from downtown, where responders are still battling a two alarm fire at an office building. Now, authorities aren’t saying what caused the fire but I can tell you two that two patients were taken to city hospitals with non-life threatening injuries. The building is the headquarters of Promethean, which is described on it’s website as a medical device and biotech company, and a defense contractor. A spokesman with the fire depart…”
“Show it, show it, yes!” Nehal laughs triumphantly as the camera cuts to footage from a news helicopter, showing the fully-engulfed front face of the building lighting up the nightline of downtown Los Diablos. “Fucking fascists. Clar, look.” She grabs the boss’s shoulder then suddenly recoils.
“Fuck, I’m sorry, I jus-” The boss didn’t like to be touched.
Clarity keeps her face tight, and just nods, “It’s good, don’t worry about it.” She leans back, trying not to brush off the spot where Nehal’s hand had landed, “Glad you had fun - next job is going to be harder - but a bigger score.”
That gets everyone’s attention. Pelayo and Ward, consummate professionals, gather up. “You got the next job lined up already?”
“Almost. Preparation will take some time - I’ll be in touch. Payment will find you like usual.”
That’s good enough for Ward and Pelayo, they’re veterans, professionals, used to this stuff. ZaZa always liked the money but hated authority almost as much, and relished any chance to shoot his guns off. Nehal liked Clarity’s politics and… had some sort of admiration for the boss. Mina makes a note to curtail that - nobody should be looking up to her, for God’s sake. Boris just liked the steady pay - everyone seemed much nicer than the Wolfpack, anyway.
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“We talked about wearing masks last time. How they can be useful for letting us function in social or workplace environments, but they can also be used to keep people away, to isolate. How are you doing with masks, Mina?”
“Still using masks, I’ll admit. But I did take your advice about getting out of the city for a little bit.”
“Shit, it’s hot. Fucking Mojave.” He wipes his brow, wicking away the sweat.
“Focus, ZaZa.” The boss’s voice reassures him in his earpiece. For some reason, her voice always seemed to calm his nerves. Lady was creepy like that.
ZaZa tapped at the relay device, shielding the small monitor from the sun’s glare and flicking between cameras, “Visual on target. Right on schedule.”
A massive, heavily armored tractor trailer, unlabeled, barrels down Interstate 40. On either side, two black SUVs bearing out-of-state license plates. Clarity tried to zoom in the image on her helmet’s HUD. At the bottom of the plate, curly black text reminds her ‘HOME MEANS NEVADA.’ The thought makes her queasy. And violent. Maybe that’s good. Maybe she needs that push.
“Remember. Stick to the plan, watch out for each other. They’ll be contractors, ex-military but the kind who take it seriously. Maybe with mods. They will kill on sight. And we have to be fast.” If she is right, and she knows she must be at this point, then there would be a response - even out here in the Mojave. “Masks up. Time starts at contact.”
In the back of the van with the boss, Pelayo and Ward slip down the sleek silvery facemasks Mortum had prepared for the team - not as robust or tricked out as Clarity’s, but more on par with… well, with Sidestep’s. Up front, Nehal’s already had hers on - she’d hardly taken it off.
The masks are important - Mina knows. It puts distance between the person and the world in front of them, lets you detach from violence, from danger, emboldens you. It lets you invent someone who can do the things you need to do, to become someone who can survive. She’d put on a mask to become Clarity. A mask to become Sidestep. ...a mask to become Mina.
Boris’s voice crackles over the comms, “Boss… Boss. I got visual. ZaZa, don’t god damn miss.”
He sounds nervous - this is a bit more than he signed up for. Clarity eases back into her seat, reaching out, fingers in five minds, familiar minds. Nothing aggressive, no pushing - you touch too much and they might stiffen up or stop trusting their instincts. Only the lightest, caressing touches, gentle nudges.
She has to admit, she loves this part, feels born to it. She’d learned that with the Wolfpack - nothing felt so pleasant as coaxing her crew along towards victory, allaying their fears and… coordinating. Boris’s anxiety is sweltering, Nehal has uncomfortably little anxiety - the girl is… special. Ward, too, isn’t so certain. Clarity turns to look at Ward, looking past the facemask, and then speaks to Boris, “Easy, we trained for this. Your truck is reinforced. Take cover below the dash when you make contact. We’re professionals.”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Relax, man, I don’t miss.” He’s almost as good as he thinks he is.
Nehal guns it, pedal to the floor, gaining on the convoy in front of her, empty desert tracking past.
Boris’s tractor trailer heads down the highway westbound, staring down the convoy. He accelerates and… swerves into the oncoming lane. The lead driver reacts but not fast enough.
The eighteen-wheeler plows into the black SUV with a tortured symphony of wailing metal, crunching glass and scraping on pavement.
It would almost be hard for anyone to even notice the thunderous boom of the anti-material rifle punching into the engine block of the convoy’s transport. Even as it plows into the back of the SUV in front of it, the shots keep coming, again, and again, and again.
The back of the escort pulls up alongside the convoy and brakes, scrambling, deploying, trying to find cover. And Nehal comes in ready, swinging the van sideways. Pelayo, Ward, they toss the smoke grenades and take positions behind the van. Nehal ducks down for cover in the driver’s seat, clutching her machine pistol.
And then it is the boss’s show. The van raises up as the bulk of Clarity’s armor sets foot on the highway. There is a burst and clatter of small arms fire - striking the van, some even striking her - but she simply walks into it, embracing the attention. Their thoughts are frantic, aggressive - more of them are holed up in the transport with the cargo. Someone is calling for backup, notifying command - she stops in place and squeezes this mind, even through the ratatatat plinking. Stop. Now. Squeezing. Breaking this mind.
No need for too much delicacy - this is the enemy.
The one she had been waiting to strike at for so long. Not these men and women, but… everything they serve. That should be enough - it’s still harder than she’d thought, using her powers this way. Not entirely true - it is easy, really. Frighteningly easy. But it feels hard for Mina.
That’s why she has on Clarity’s mask.
The gunfire stops - someone… Oh someone has a plan. One of the soldiers is retrieving heavy ordinance, she can feel the thoughts, the plans. “Pelayo.” Some mental guidance, and he turns out of cover and brings down the would-be hero with deft fire from his rifle.
The Rat-Kings continue to help Clarity guide all focus towards her, all aim toward her, soaking up all this attention, though they care none too much for the noise, chittering in a right good panic.
“Advance.” Ward comes out from cover, then Pelayo, picking off aggressors. Now and again, another boom from ZaZa in the distance when he finds a shot - sometimes even when he doesn’t.
“Breach.” There’s still two holed up in the transport, their thoughts easy to sniff - patient, trained. Weirdly confident, that’s unnerv-
“Boss! Ward’s hit!” Clarity turns her head. How had she not noticed? Ah, Ward had barely noticed themselves.
“I’m good, we’re good.” Ward is always good - undersells everything. Pelayo’s still worried, but a quick check and Clarity is sure Ward is telling the truth.
“No heroics - cover our backs. Focus.” A quick nudge to keep everyone on mission. On mission - that notion… again makes Mina queasy. Her handler’s voice, she talked about… staying on mission. Clarity helps her push past the discomfort. “Breaching.”
As Clarity prepares to ready the nanovores to crack open the transport, the tailgate volunteers itself, swinging wide. There’s no time to react to the small explosive that impacts - only strong enough to cause her to stumble, thank you once again, Mortum.
Two gleaming, power-suited soldiers climb out of the truck, and Clarity almost has to laugh. Two hundred miles from Los Diablos, and she still finds two tin discount imitations of Marshal Steel.
“ZaZa.”
Another blast of thunder and one suit drops. The other starts to react, but the distraction is more than enough to open a wide hole in their thoughts - Clarity psychically punctures what light mental preparation he had and buries a shiv in his mind.
And like that, the highway is quiet.
Pelayo checks the first escort, giving a clear. Boris chimes in with the next. Nobody else is getting up. Ward and Nehal follow Clarity to the truck and begin to unload the cargo.
Another mental nudge for the team - keep everything quick, everything snappy. Clarity runs through the plan - they don’t need the reminders, but she has to say something, keep the adrenaline up so she doesn’t think about… consequences. “Pack it up, ZaZa. Boris will pick you up. The rest of you, we’re taking it all, strip it down and clean it enroute.”
Every moment they aren’t talking, all she can hear is her heart. This is them, these are… This really is them. It is terrifying, crushingly horrifying, every part of her wants to scream, run. They will be coming, this was a mistake, how could she have been so ridiculous? Hitting them like some jewel heist, with a gang of robbers? All her thoughts are that they will find her and kill her. That there’s a team from the Special Directive in the air right now, ready to deploy.
It could even be true.
“Clar? Clarity?”
Nehal waves a hand in front of her mask, her own silver mask tilted in concern, “Boss, time to go.”
And so it is.
It isn’t until they’re on the road, off the interstate, and all the cargo is clean that panic finishes bleeding through her system, that Clarity clicks and removes her helmet. Had they really done it? Had she… Could she have really drawn blood from the people who made her and lived?
“Can’t believe it, right? Imperialists, highway robbery with government spooks.” Nehal glances over to the passenger seat and holds out a candy bar, a smirk glued on her face - at least she’s taken off her mask.
Clarity peers at the young girl, graciously accepting the candy. She takes a small bite, “You’re a really weird kid, Nehal.” Looking over her shoulder to the back of the van, “How’s Ward?”
Pelayo still looks a little nervous - she’s always surprised by how worried that man can look, “They’re good.”
Ward gives a nod, “One got through on the leg, just grazed. Be healed by morning.” Clarity frowns, but seems satisfied with this.
Two hours, and well on their way to the detour in Old Fresno - when ZaZa and Boris sent their all clear… That’s when Mina can finally, fully feel satisfied that there’s no team of branded monsters - monsters like herself - stalking them, no ghostly assassins. Maybe this really was a victory - maybe they really pulled it off. Had she overestimated them? No, she had cautiously estimated them, she chides herself. She didn’t make it this far without being careful.
“How did that go, travelling?”
“Better than I expected - I was still really nervous, the whole time.”
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“When we last met, you were telling me you had been seeing someone?”
“Did I say that?”
“You did. Getting sloppy?”
“...Must have slipped out.”
“Did you want to talk about it?”
“...Well. It’s been going well. I got her a gift the other day. While I was out of town. The perfect thing.”
“Did she like it?”
“I haven’t shown her yet. But I know she will.”
“Why’d I have to come all the way out here? Is this where you keep your smelly little lair?” Ximena wrinkles her nose, standing out in the open lot, kicking at dirt idly.
“Oh please. Like I’d take my girlfriend to my secret lair.” Mina smirks - being with her always brings out the best. Crouching down, she brushes away some dirt and pops a key into a padlock and yanks open a rusty metal cellar door.
She scoffs, “Padlock, huh.” Mina grins smugly, leading the silvery heroine further down below.
“For the record, my lair smells like flowers.”
“Ooo. Is that a clue?” She pokes Mina in her smug little nose
“Maybe. Come on, this way.” She grabs Ximena’s hand, tugging her along, getting far too excited.
The whole place looks like nobody’s been there in years, but that’s part of the charm - Mina’d been here just this morning. A false wood panel in a support beam yields a keypad. Playfully shielding the pad from Ximena’s eyes, Mina punches in the code, allowing a false wall to slide open.
“Just for the record, I knew that was there.” Ah, right. All those neat little extra senses she had.
“Well, thank you for humoring me. I wanted to put on a little show.” Mina leans, taking both of her hands, and squeezes them, leading her slowly into the small storage vault.
“What is this?” Ximena’s voice lowers a little, eyeing the gunmetal grey case resting on a table in the middle of the room. The name ‘PROMETHEAN’ stamped on front. There’d been more boxes, with different bits of technology or equipment, rare, valuable. Some she’d given to the good doctor Mortum to play with. The rest she’d sold to Hollow Ground at a considerable discount - a show of good faith. Clarity had been all too happy to let Mr. Manalo take it all off her hands - and the payment was still more than enough to keep the crew happy.
Now there was just this one case.
“The lock was a little tricky…” Mina is radiant, glowing with pride as she places her thumb on the fingerprint scanner. A soft ding and a green light unlocks the case. “...really, anyone can open it now that I broke the lock... My fingers don’t actually have any prints anyway.” She holds up her hands and wiggles her fingers for emphasis.
Ximena smirks, locking her left hand with Mina’s. “I like them.” She leans in and kisses a digit lightly, “Just.” A kiss. “The way.” A kiss. “They are.” And a kiss. Mina’s smile fixes in place, cheeks flushed red, her thoughts going all kinds of places then crashing, brain shutting down - until Ximena’s snorting laugh helps her recover. “So, what’s in the box?”
“A present.”
Popping the case open slowly, there is a hiss of frosty, chilled air spilling out into the heat of the dry basement. The interior of the lid is labeled with serial numbers and barcodes - uncomfortably familiar barcodes, if Mina allowed herself to think about it. She most notably does not allow herself to think about it. Not now. She watches Ximena’s gleaming face, waiting for that moment of recognition.
Chilled and lit by a sinister - to Mina’s reckoning - orange light, clasped in the middle of the case, three processing chips, a solid state storage device, a handful of cellulose wetware chips and the jewel, the real prize.
“How did you..?”
“Don’t ask. I told you I’d find one.”
An innocent enough looking device. Inscrutable to almost anyone else - but not to Mina. Not to Ximena. A particular, specific protein printer, and all the pieces needed to make it work. The kind of thing that would look nestled right at home in the heart of a certain regenerator prototype.
“I promised I would,” Mina’s voice shakes, unsteady. A lump welling in her throat as she sees the recognition, the relief on Ximena’s face. All that this means. For either of them. For both of them. All that it could mean. Infinite things. Anything. Everything.
She pulls Mina in too hard, arms around tight, squeezing, “You think we can make it work?” It’s her turn, even her voice gets weak.
Mina sniffs, feeling her control slipping, her mask pulled down, and a tear runs down her cheek as she buries her head into Ximena’s shoulder, leaning into the hug. She tries to speak but it is hard to put any strength in her voice, “...yeah, we can make it work.”
They hold tight, hungry for two whole lives of affection, and touch, and tenderness. Starving for intimacy that had been out of reach, once for all time. Now… Now within reach. Ximena asks it again, “We can make it work?”
Mina had told her. Told her weeks ago. About the machine. About their relationship. About their whole lives.
The answer was the same.
“We can make it work.”
This time, she even believes it herself.
#fhr#fallen hero: rebirth#sidestep#lady argent#mina oh#scribbly#and the gang!#i love the gang!!#way too long
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ʌ: comfort after a nightmare - for Violet & Hermes would be nice!
Warning the following drabble will contain these trigger warnings: Gore, Abuse, Blood, Vivisection, etc. Please do not read this if you have the following triggers.
Hermes was resting beside his lover Violet softly sleeping with her in their room together. The warmth of the pillow covering Hermes so quietly and like an embrace was just so comfortable to be in. If only he could see in her dreams that Violet could be having.
Then what better dream for Violet than that of her holding her beloved Hermy in her arms kissing him whenever he was happy or sad. What better place than to be in than a field of flowers. “Mmm.. Hermy...” she softly spoke outside of her dream in such a tired voice.
However for Hermes, it was not a dream more or so.. his torturous nightmare of when he was being experimented on like a rat. Just how he remembered it all.. being cursed with immortality, having his light magic taken away from him, his body in penultimate pain every time he moved (Luckily the pain subsided after the first thousand years or two).
Being in his cave Hermes had not witnessed the End of Ancient Remnant, The Grimm Titan War, or the Great Resurgence, instead when he first walked out he had witnessed the blinding light of the sun for the first time in ages, and the floating city of Atlas.
Going to investigate his body was totally in the nude due to his clothes deteriorating and people questioning what happened to him. His malnourished state, and others asking how was he even able to survive for that long.
Hermes did not reply to no one but he was taken up by the Atlesian police and questioned, which he answered everything truthfully and honestly, but he also shown them that he was immortal. Their eyes could not believe it at first,.. just how fast he was able to heal. However if he held the secrets to immortality then the Atlesian military would want it.
Thus, instead of being released he was sent to an unknown facility, little did he know.. this was the place where his torture would begin.
In the real world Hermes began to jerk and move around a bit softly moaning in anguished pain at the memories that were playing in his head once more.
“PIECE OF SHIT!!!”
“MOTHER FUCKING SACK OF BALLS!!!”
“BEST MAKE US IMMORTAL!”
“COME ON THEN CRAZY!!! ARENT YOU GONNA GET UP AND FUCKING FIGHT!”
Those were the insults that was thrown at him by the Atlesian soldiers that had shouted at him and made him feel like shit. Each punch they swung a flow of blood came from his mouth and nose, from each kick he felt his ribs getting cracked, and from each stomp his hands and fingers were broken.
Yet.. it always healed
Back in the real world Hermes kept moving around and this time what turned from moans turned to groan... yet he remembered something that he did not want to remember for so long.. his first Vivisection.
He could remember the surge of pain that he felt and how he screamed so loudly when waking up to see his own organs being pulled out and played with, rivers of blood just dripping from it leaving even Hermes horrified at the sight as he threw up and fainted back into unconsciousness.
Yet came the next part...of his first trial of being an experiment, the flaying of his skin, being hooked up to a machine that shot a stinging laser piercing into his soft tender like skin then just everything being pulled off... and Hermes witnessing his own muscle and veins.. all made him but horriefied as he fainted from the shock.
Y̬e̝̣̪̻̩t̖̳͠ ͓̣̳̣i͏̜͖̙̬͚ͅt̤͖ ̡̳̤̰̹͇ͅa̛͚̠̖͙̦̦̭l̠̤͙̝̬̙w͍̳͇a̡y̢̟̳̱̹̺s͕͕͟ ̟͕̣̼͜h̸̤̝̤e͟a̴̖̫̹̞̫͔̩l̜̮̦̦e̛͖̩̩d҉͖̲̬ ̙̬̟̻̝̻
Coming next was his the R&D testing for newer weapons, he was tested like a rab lat meaning to run before he got blasted to bits, and nearly dying of course. Sometimes he succeeding surviving, sometimes he didnt which lead to him witnessing his own limbs getting blown off or being poisoned by biological warfare.
Yͣ̏̚eͧ̈́͂̽ͭ͊̑҉͡t̛̂̆ͨͥͩͣ͏ ̿̓͠iͥ̈́ͩͧt̶̡ͪ̌ͣ̾ ̛͗ͣ͘a̓ͨͣ̏͋ļ̊̌ͬ̐w͌̐̒ͮͥ̅́a̴̴̎͛̃ͫ̎̋y̡͒͘͢s̸̓ͨ ͛̊̇ͫ͟hͫͧ̽̀͂̔̇e̢̾̊̇̐̌́a̸͑͂ͭ̐̾̊̏ļͩ́eͥ̈́̏ͫ̈́̓̉͆͜͞d̷ͪ̄̿́̾ ͛̊ͭ̃̈͛̆͢͝
Which out of Hermes’ dream he began to softly whimper and his breathing starting to quicken and his body growing goosebumps as his movement increased to the point where he was tugging on the blanket stirring Violet from her dream.
Next was the constant silence of being alone for years as Hermes was beginning to break down the voices of the past all of them damning him for abandoning them all for his quest for playing God.
“Why Hermes.. why would you do this.” The voice of his wife spoke
“You have tried to play as God Hermes, However you must learn about the beauty of life.. your beloved will be far from your reach..” The voice of the God of Light said.
“Hermes please.. we want you to come home.. please... stop your experiments...” The voice of one of his fathers spoke in his mind.
“I must... stay sane...” Hermes said weakly breathing heavily in a sweat, he clearly remembered what his room looked like how he had markings of each day on there, equations of a possible escape in the Ancient Remnant language, tally marks of each and every day that had passed.
The next experiment was one that tested Hermes himself yet this experiment was so indescribable...even some scientists found it inhumane... and just.. a major violation of Hermes’ own human rights... feeding him to a Grimm Squid which not only took its time “playing” with Hermes.. but ripping him apart.. bit by bit. As always with his wounds and everything...
Y̸̔̍̂̑̔̂Ĕ̶̌͗ͤ̏͐ͪͨŢ̓͒ͦͭ̇ͤ̓̋͛̕ ̴̢ͬ͐̄I̢̍ͤ͒̇T̶̢͐͐͆͟ ̒̎͛͝Aͤͦͫ͒ͪ͌͂́L̢ͫͧ͐̓͂W͑̆̇͑ͯ͑͂͐́҉̸A̡ͣ̆͋̀Ẏ͐ͧͣ҉̢Ṡ͗͞ ͩͯ͠F̌ͬ͟U̒̚Č́͏́K͐͆̐̂̈I̛̽͐̒ͮ͊̎̾̓Nͩ̎̓ͦͮ̾̚G̴ͫ̎҉ ͥͦ̉̔̿҉̕͘H̡̾̂͑͜E̶̛̒͑̿͋̆ͭȦͨ͞Ļͣͦ̃̀E̵͗̂͋ͬ͛͊͒̓D̡͑̉ͫͯͦͭͯͩ͠!ͦ̿͆͠!ͩ́ͫ̍ͥ̆!̢̇̿̌̉͋ͥͩ͞!̔ͤ̋̂̿̅ͦ͏̕
Once again out of his dream Hermes, started to sweat profusely and move to the point where he began rip away the blanket as got on all fours... groaning with a bit of distortion to it... like a wild animal. Which when Violet stirred waking up moaning a bit. “Hermy... go to bed... ple- Hermy??”
Finally the final experiment that broke him... that destroyed his mind entirely. The Semblance Limiter project he remembered the cool steel being around his neck as he attempted to go full power and how he was no longer called Hermes.. only SUBJECT-731.
And when he tried to go full power... and that first shock came through his brain and mind..
“YES!!! AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA~!!! MORE PAIN!!! FUCK ME!!! KILL ME!!! I WANNA SEE MORE OF MY INNARDS!!! YOUR GOD DEMANDS IT!!!!”
Hermes screeched at the top of his lungs causing every scientist to leave the room in horror... as he rushed the window slamming into it and licking it wildly like a wild animal. ...
Finally back in the real world, Hermes looked up to the sky and screamed loudly waking up crying and sobbing. “KILL ME!!! PLEASE!!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! MAKE ME FEEL SOMETHING GODS!!!!” Hermes screamed loudly causing Violet to wake up immediately and allowing herself to quickly hug Hermes tightly.
“Hermes!! Hermy!! Come back its me! Violet.. you’re okay! You’re okay!!” She pleaded which Hermes’ insane laughter came to an end looking at her with his expression softening up with tears flowing out of his eyes and quickly hugging her tightly.
“It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts.. It hurts...” Hermes sobbed softly.
“Shh.. Hermy, its all over now ok.. its over.. You’re safe now.. you’re safe now..” Violet spoke rubbing her beloveds head and giving him plenty of kisses on the head.
Yet.. while the wounds of old has healed.. the mind never forgets. But that doesnt mean every memory was bad. Hermes meeting Team RNJR and BOUT (Blade and Outsider), Merlinda helping him and every Atelier scientist making working to find a way to safely remove the Semblance limiter from his neck, The kindness of Louvel reaching out to him, and even better Exaltia and Cashmere soothing his insanity giving him a chance to regain his sanity.
Finally the ultimate thing that truly helped his mind heal...being with Violet... thats what helped the most. He just stayed there until he was calmed down and sleeping again this time in Violets embrace.. just her embrace alone felt warmer than any blanket in the world.
#xbloodsoakedx#[The Sane God- Sane!Hermes]#tw: gore. tw :vivisection#tw: blood#tw: abuse#//Hermes has been through the SHITTER#//And theres a good reason why he resents Atlas a lot.
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In today’s edition of Jessi Spoils Her ‘She’s…’ Readers
This is a thing I wrote around Christmas, and it has been killing me not to show it to everyone. Because it is seriously adorable. And I have less than zero ability to just sit on finished work. I was still pretty iffy about sharing, because it’s pretty far into the series and a good sized spoiler, but @roguesboobfreckles a.k.a. the world’s worst enabler, had the goddamn nerve to point out that I hadn’t started this thing in a linear fashion to begin with, anyway, and that everyone already knows this is a Romy-gets-their-sunset fic, so what’s one more teeny tiny lil’ peek at the relationship endgame, eh??? It’s not like I’m anywhere even close to giving up any big plot points running the series, so??? Anyway, go thank her if you like being so spoiled, because she’s actually the very best.
Also, the song Remy is singing? It’s ‘Catch A Falling Star’ by Perry Como. My grandpapa used to sing it to me and my cousins when we were little, so it’s always got it’s spot with me.
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
Except this old rat, anyway. And the young'in on my shoulder, fightin’ sleep with all five pounds, thirteen ounces of her being. So really, Anna’s the only one sawin’ any logs around here tonight. It’s alright, though, me and the little one here, we gonna hang tight for a bit. Anna’s already been up with her, and now that the little bit’s tanked up and boob drunk, I’ve got her so Anna can get some sleep.
Nora turns her tiny, scrunched up face into my chest and squirms herself clear down to my belly, making all those little hissy noises that always herald a good squallin’ fit. “Non, non, chere-baby, none of that cryin’ eh?” I scoop her up just as she lets out a little shriek. “My pretty little Cotton-ears, come back up here and listen to your papa sing y’ favorite song, yeah?”
Adjusting the blanket back over her, I start hummin’ this song that’d stuck with me, something I’d heard coming off of Anna’s playlist the night our girl was born. Nora can’t hear me, found out a bit over a week ago that she’s deaf as they come, but it don’t matter none. I’ve put this little lady to sleep many times over the past three weeks just like this. It ain’t the sound of my voice she’s lookin’ for, it’s the vibrations in my chest, the thump of my heart, the rush of my breath, the empathic connection, things she can feel is usually what settles her down with me.
“Shh, shh, bebe,” I shush right over her ear, flinging myself wide open to her, projecting all the love and warmth I can throw at her, but she ain’t havin’ it, and starts sputtering and rootin’ around on me.
So much for being tanked up, yeah?
Nora pulls in a shaky little breath and tries to lift her head, lookin’ for the world like it’s about to roll clean off her shoulders, and sniffles a couple of times. I reach up to steady her (goddamn, she’s so little, her head don’t even fill up the palm of my hand!), leaning forward a bit to kiss her bright, orangey-red hair. She squawks again, kickin’ out her legs and throwing her head into my cheek.
“Ah, now, lookin’ to eat again so soon?” I swear it, Nora’s like a tick on Anna’s tit, much as she nurses. “C'mon, little milk monster,” I hike her up on my shoulder and get up out of the chair, “let’s you and me go look in the fridge, see if maybe your mama left y’ something to eat, neh?”
Nora screws up her face and lets it rip, turning red as a Coke can before she pulls her next breath, and fusses all the way to the kitchen, and through every second of me getting her milk out of the fridge and into a bottle.
“Catch a fallin’ star and put it in y’ pocket, never let it fade away,” I go back to that song, giving the bottle a low charge to heat up the milk, “catch a fallin’ star and put it in y’ pocket, save it for a rainy day.” I pause to kiss the side of her head. “Snowy days work for you, ma petite etoile filante? ‘Cause that’s all it’s doin’ out there tonight, yeah?”
Nora don’t let up a beat, screamin’ her little heart out at me. Chuckling, I give her another smooch over ear and check the milk’s temperature with a drop on the inside of my wrist. “Alright, Nora-chere, let’s get you this bottle, yeah? Maybe that make you happy?”
I talk to her all the way back into the living room, her squallin’ with every step I take. After I get us situated in the chair again, and Nora’s happily chowin’ down, I lean my head back and close my eyes, humming that song, feeling both of us relaxing and settling in.
Shit, I’m tired. Ain’t nobody ever lied when they said a newborn don’t sleep. Nora’s up about every couple of hours, ‘round the clock, needing a diaper change and lookin’ to eat. And by eat, I mean stay on Anna sometimes a handful of hours on end, nursing and napping in spurts til that woman’s about to lose it for some sleep.
That’s where I been comin’ in. Anna’s been bringin’ the baby to bed so she could maybe get some sleep that way, but Nora, soon as she pops off the boob, she’ll decide about two seconds later that she ain’t done at the all-night-buffet after all. Every now and again, like tonight, she really is still a bit hungry, but most of the time, she’s just lookin’ for someone to snuggle up into, so I been gettin’ up with her. It ain’t the most ideal situation, I don’t guess, but seein’ as how Nora doesn’t like to be put down, this is what’s gettin’ us all the most sleep around here.
I really ain’t complainin’ too loudly, though. Never thought I’d get any of this, and look at me now, eh? I can’t help smiling a little at that, 'cause guaranteed, there’s a fuckload of folks who’d shit themselves out if they saw me now, happily up all night at the beck and call of an itty-bitty dictator.
Heh, they ain’t even seen the best of it yet- Raven’s been hidin’ all along a mother-hen streak as wide as her life is long, and in her eyes, Nora can do absolutely no wrong. And she looks “just like my Anna-Marie”. (Except she don’t- 'tite-chere’s got the shape of my eyes and my chin. And don’t even get me goin’ on the whole, 'my Anna-Marie’ bit. Raven’s forever on my shitlist for her treatment of Anna.)
It don’t take long for Nora’s guzzling to turn to faint sucking noises, and I lift my head to find her eyes closed and her lips lax, dribbling milk everywhere. “Alright, little bit,” I murmur low, taking the bottle away and easing her up on her belly, “c'mon up here wit’ your papa, and lets you and me go night-night, yeah?”
A couple of thumps on her back later, and Nora burps, stretches, and curls up right in the middle of my chest, her ear over my heart, her little humped-up back curved into my hand, completely tapped out for the next little while. Reachin’ up to cup the back of her head, I lean over to kiss her.
“Catch a fallin’ star and put it in y’ pocket, save it for a rainy day,” I sing low into that bright head, “for when your troubles start multiplyin’, and they just might, it’s easy to forget them without tryin’, with just a pocketful of starlight…”
I finish out the song, just…just starin’ at her. Nora Poppy. All orange fluff, big, blue eyes, and her ears full of cotton. She’s beautiful, perfect, and she’s mine. How the hell I’d managed to spawn such a sweet, cute little thing…
She didn’t get any of that from me, that’s all her mama. I’ll make damn sure she don’t get none of the hell I did, either. Or any of what Anna’d caught, for that matter. Nothing but the very best for this little one, neh?
That still trips me up, that I’ve got a kid, I’m someone’s papa. Hell, I’d given up on this kind of thing ever happening for me, what with all the shit muckin’ up my past. Then, along comes Anna, and she don’t care about any of that, but was lookin’ like she didn’t ever want any kids, so it was still a no-go… Til she goes and decides she wants a baby, after all, gets knocked up on the first try, and just a handful of weeks later, gets a lung-full of terrigen mist. Seven months after that, here comes Nora, who for all counts, shouldn’t have even survived the mist, or at least not without severe complications. Or the meds Anna’d needed just to stay alive, herself…
I’m a real lucky bastard right now, to have gotten it all in the end, anyway- the incredible woman snoring in the back room, grouchy, desperate for sleep, and alive, and this tiny little thing keepin’ me up all hours of the night, and her only complication is she’s deaf.
Naw, I ain’t complainin’ a bit. I’ll take it all, and just fuckin’ live in it. Especially since we’re one and done. Whatever chances of more babies the mist might’ve left us, Anna’s medication took care of. Nora’s it us.
“You’re my very own fallin’ star, yeah?” I ask her, lightly runnin’ my thumb over the top of her head. Nora don’t even stir, just keeps on drooling a wet spot on my shirt while cuttin’ the tiniest snores I ever heard. “Ah, ma chere-baby,” I smile real big down at her, “you sleep just like your mama, she does the same thing, snoring and droolin’ all over your papa.” I pause, feelin’ that smile go a bit quiet, while at the same time, feelin’ like I’m about to either choke on my heart or my breath, 'cause my chest ain’t big enough for both right now. “Your mama, she’s my other fallin’ star, you know that? It’s just you two for this old boy.”
Nora’s lips twitch and her tongue clucks as she makes a few sucking movements with her mouth, like she’s nursing, finishing it off with a snore. Goddamn, she’s adorable! And it’s moments like this right here, where she’s passed out a squishy little heap on my chest, that I don’t give a fuck if I don’t ever sleep again if it means I can stretch this time out with her just a little longer, 'cause it’s all only for a short little while, anyway…
“You two’s more than enough, though,” I tell her, layin’ my head back, eyes closed and smiling. “Give me my two fallin’ stars to love on, and I’m a happy man, no?”
Catch a couple of fallin’ stars, my ass; more like they both dropped in on me, smashed me flat, and lit up my whole fuckin’ world.
Never say I don’t love you people, okay?? 💕
#gambit#rogue#romy#remy lebeau#anna marie#She’s.../He’s... series#Nora Poppy#btw...y’all the only ones gonna see this.#I'm not posting this on ffn or ao3 til it's turn.#Feel special😉#my fanfic
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Summary: You’re just ‘one of the guys’ aka: “not considered an option by the guys”. And it hurts. Especially when it comes to your friend and crush Steve Rogers.
Or, Where a drunk Steve tries to break into your room at an ungodly time of night.
Author’s note: I know this has been long overdue😭,
also thank you so so so much for all the support and feedback you guys have been giving me on my imagines, it means a lot.❤❤❤As always feedback is much appreciated!
Warnings: insecurities, language, Steve being a hot ass mess
Steve rogers is a ladies man.
Well kind of a ladies man…The ladies came to him, he didn’t come to the ladies.
Two years ago you helped put the Avengers team back together and then joined it.
Three months after joining the team you realized you had a crush on Steve Rogers.
Nine months later you were in love with him.
A year ago Steve dated Sharon Carter for four months. And has been a ladies man ever since.
“Damn he’s making a second round already?” Sam mutters under his breath. Bucky muffles a snort. You’re sitting at the kitchen countertop on a tall stool with Bucky and Sam on either side of you. The three of you are currently watching Candice “just call me Candy” Martin run her glossy pink nails up and down Steve’s arm. Steve’s blushing, but he doesn’t stop her. That’s the thing about Steve. He never makes the first move. The girls come on to him and he just blushes in that adorable Steve Rogers way of his and allows it to happen. Then he asks them out and of course they accept- he’s Captain America. You never knew women to be so forward until you had met Steve. They competed with each other for his attention and seemed to relish it.
First there was Candice Martin, the pretty pale and freckled redheaded agent.
Then Freja Hosk, the tall intimidatingly beautiful, Swedish ice blond medic.
Then Paisley Fisk, the gorgeous SHEILD scientist, blessed with flawless dark skin, deep dimples, plush full lips, and waist length braids.
After her there was Biyu Zhou the stunning Chinese agent, graced with an amazing body and a pretty face that always seemed to be flirting with you.
And these were the ones that Steve went on multiple dates with. There was no counting the amount of women he’d only gone out with one time. He’d seemed to have gone through the whole building.
Now it seemed to be back to Candice. You watch Candice give Steve’s arm a lingering squeeze before leaving the kitchen. Your heart twists and you look down at your cereal. You hate feeling this way. Especially for someone who would never feel the same way about you. You and Steve are close friends; you could even call him your best friend, after Sam. But to him you’re just one of the guys.
‘One of the guys’ ….you hate that expression. Because it’s always described you.
You’re not even lucky enough to be one of those cool ‘one of the guys’ girls, the ones that understand men and eventually have one of their guy friends falling for them. No. You’re just one of the guys because guys don’t even consider you a sexual option.
Steve calls you ‘buddy’ for pete’s sake.
Steve wanders over to the kitchen counter and pulls up a stool next to Bucky.
“Let me guess, hot date this Friday?” Sam asks.
“Yeah” Steve answers, stealing a blueberry from Bucky’s plate. Bucky halfheartedly swats Steve’s hand away.
“Man even I wasn’t getting this much action in my heyday,” Bucky chuckles. He reaches out and thumps Steve on the back. “Who woudda thought that Stevie turned out to be the biggest lady killer of ‘em all”
Steve shakes his head, and swipes Bucky’s coffee mug, draining it in one gulp. Amid Bucky’s protests Tony walks into the kitchen. His hair is sticking in all different directions and he has that crazy ‘I haven’t slept in 24 hours’ look in his eye. For about a week him and Banner have been hole-ing themselves in the lab with a few choice SHEILD scientists working on some secret ‘important project’.
“Rough night Tony?” Sam asks.
“Yeah,” Tony walks over to the other counter and pours himself a cup of coffee. “And not the good type of rough either.”
“But, even genius comes out of my roadblocks.” Tony sighs holding his mug in his hands and inhaling the coffee’s aroma .
“So you finally finished the project?” you ask.
“Nope.” Tony answers “But while I was trying to work on the project I got to thinking about Cap’s problem…well one of his many problems.” Tony chuckles to himself at his, and pulls something out of his pocket and tosses it at Steve. “And of course being the humanitarian I am, I solved it.”
“What’s this?” Steve turns what looks like a silver flask over in his hands.
“Next time you want to relax, try cracking this open with ice princess over here on a Saturday night. If it works properly you two finally won’t be the only sober ones on our poker nights.”
“Uh, thanks Tony,” Steve says hesitantly, tucking the flask away, but you know he’s happy. Steve’s confided in you many times that he wishes he just could let go, just not think about the fate of the world or what everyone wants him to be for once. He smiles at Tony and Tony flashes a smile back.
“No problem.” He downs the rest of his coffee and pops a piece of chewing gum. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m supposed to get brunch with Ms. Paisley Fisk,” Tony’s grin stretches from ear to ear.
“Never seen you so excited about brunch Tony,” You observe, taking a bite of your cereal.
“Brunch? I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about brunch. Now Paisley Fisk on the other hand…?” He gives a low whistle “I mean have you seen her?….And have you seen those knocke-”
You roll your eyes “Alright Tony, we get that you’re a dog. Move along” You interrupt him. Tony smirks and heads out the door.
“Did he just lick his lips?” You ask, but Sam’s too busy collecting the dirty dishes and Steve and Bucky are hunched together, probably discussing the flask, so you don’t get an answer. You sigh and head out, deciding to get some paperwork and training in so you don’t just lounge around all day. As you head down the hallway, a thought strikes you. Not once has Tony Stark, the famous playboy who would flirt with anything female with a pulse, flirted with you. Not one sly remark, cheesy pickup line or cheeky comment.
‘Damn I really must be ugly’ you think to yourself. Heavy footsteps jogging behind you interrupt your thoughts.
“Hey,” Steve says catching up to you, giving you that dazzling smile of his.
“Hey” you respond, smiling back.
“We still on for movie night?” he asks
“Of course, I have three picked for you today,”
“Are the going to be as bad as the last ones?” Steve rolls his eyes.
You gasp in mock horror. “Steve Rogers. My movie choices aren’t bad.”
Steve pretends to think “Okay maybe one of them wasn’t bad.” You guys reach the training room. You push open the glass doors and enter.
“Was it the one that made you cry?”
Steve wraps his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling you off the ground. He starts to muss up your hair. “Take that back! I just had something in my eye.”
“No! I’m telling the truth!” you screech, laughing. Steve starts to tickle you and you squirm. “Stop! Put me down!”
“Oh okay,” he says and makes as if to drop you, making you screech and cling to him. Your stomach hurts from laughing.
“Steve?” A high pitched voice cuts through your happy haze. It’s Candice “Could you spar with me a bit?” Steve puts you down, and you prepare to mask your expression, to smile and say you’ll catch him later, but when you look up he’s already walked away.
That Friday night starts out as usual. You hole yourself up in your room so you don’t have to see Steve getting ready to pick up Candice for their date. But today you don’t even have Sam to keep you from slipping into sadness because he’s out with his girl tonight too.
So you sit and stew .
Listen to sad music and cry.
Watch a sad movie that make your heart hurt.
Eat pizza and ice-cream and stew.
Look at pictures of Steve on your phone.
Zoom in on his biceps and cry.
And then you start thinking about how Candice is probably running her fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him. He’s probably wrapping his arms around her waist, and then you start thinking about how he’ll never touch you like that- he’ll never want to touch you like that. How nobody ever does- and then you decide it’s time to put yourself to bed.
But you just lay in the dark staring up at the ceiling, thinking about all the beautiful women he’s dated and start comparing yourself. You wish you could be pretty like them. Take their beauty and wear it like a mask- after all how else would anyone ever notice you? You wish for once someone would see you, actually see the whole you and want you.
Just as your eyes are about to start watering your door shakes. It sounds like someone’s trying to break in. Reacting quickly, you grab your pistol from your dresser and approach the door. The door handle continues to jiggle.
Your mind boggles at who it could be, after all, what intruder would be this loud? And the compound is practically impenetrable, how would they have not set off any alarms? Still, your heart rate rises as you look through the peephole. When you spy a familiar head of blonde hair you huff and put away your pistol and open the door.
“Steve? Wha-“ Steve barrels past you, flicking on the lights and kicking off his shoes. He sways slightly, and turns towards you. You catch the strong scent of something then, like alcohol, but slightly off. He says your name, surprised.
“Wha-wha are ya doing in my room?” He says
“Steve this isn’t-“ you start, but Steve walks up to you and puts a finger to your lips.
“Shh- iss okay, ya can stay” he slurs slightly, and sits on your bed.
“Steve are you drunk?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.
Steve giggles “Ya, To-nyyy’s stuff actually worked” he sing-songs Tony’s name. “I feel great” He says laying back.
You hold back a smile, and then a terrible thought crosses your mind. “Steve, where’s Bucky?”
“Oh don’t worry, old Buck’s in his room. Out lika light” Steve snorts “Lightweight.”
You shake your head, wondering what you’re going to do with him, when the sound of movement on the bed makes you look up. Steve’s already stripped off his shirt and is working on his pants. You want to say something- you should stay something, but you’re too distracted by the flexing of his abdominals as he peels off his jeans.
“Steve” You hiss, you don’t think you can say much else. Not when every muscle in his body is standing out in sharp relief.
Steve looks up and smiles widely at you, patting the place next to him. Steve really must be gone. Normally he would be three shades of red if you even mentioned seeing him shirtless. You hesitate for a moment before crawling next to him. He wraps a well muscled arm around you and pulls you close. It feels so nice you don’t even mind the stink of alcohol on his breath
“So” you scramble for something to say. “How was your date?”
“Terrible,”
“Oh really?” you ask. You decide to try to fish details out of him. “Candice is very beautiful”
“Yeah not really my type.” Steve snorts.
“Oh?” your fingers decide to do their own thing and start tracing the ridges in his forearm. “What’s you type then?”
Steve’s silent for such a long time you start to think he’s fallen asleep. But then his fingers grasp your face, squishing your cheeks together. He looks down at you, and his big blue eyes look like languid pools of water.
“You. This beautiful face of yours.” He replies. Your heart pounds and you will it to stop. He’s drunk. In the morning he won’t even look at you let alone want you.
“Stop playing Steve,” You turn and start scooting away.
“I’m noooot” he whines, and hooks an arm around you, pulling you to his chest. You try to squirm away but he’s got you in an iron grip “You’re so beautiful Y/n” His large calloused hand caresses your face sloppily.
“Oh really?” you say, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. “Why haven’t you said anything before?”
“’cause ya won’t let me.” You feel lips at press at the back of your neck, and you have to stop yourself from squeaking “Come’on y/n….just give me a chance… just one chance. I promise I won’t mess it up. I’ll tell ya that you’re beautiful every day…” He kisses your earlobe and sets your skin on fire “I’ll treat you right. I promiiisee. Why won’t you give me a chance?” his voice turns whiney again. He’s suddenly too close, too much and you squirm out of his embrace. He makes a hurt noise in the back of his throat and you hush him, turning off the lights.
“Let’s go to bed Steve.”
“Ooh I like the sound of that,”
“If you don’t shut up…” You snap, feeling your way to the bed. Once you’re under the covers Steve locks you in his embrace again, almost crushing you. You lay on his chest, his warmth enveloping you, your mind racing a mile a minute. Then Steve’s hand slides up your body and starts rubbing your back and you slip off into sleep.
When you wake up Steve’s gone. Your heart drops, but after laying in bed for a bit you decide to confront him. You pull on your favorite pair of high waisted jeans and an over-sized cropped sweater. You look at yourself in the mirror. ‘At least I can look good while getting rejected.’ You head into the kitchen and are greeted with the sight of a busted looking Bucky being served breakfast by Sam. You pause for a moment to scoop a muffin from the box on the counter and to admire the architecture of Bucky’s hair, half of which is standing straight up, the other half is at a 90 degree angle.
“So I take it Stark’s concoction worked?” Sam asks, arranging pancakes on a plate. Both of their backs are to you, Bucky sitting at the kitchen counter, Sam in front of the stove top.
“Yeah,” Bucky says, voice rough, “Who woudda thought Stark could make that good stuff?”
Sam chuckles “So you and Rogers have a good time last night?”
“Ya, well until Steve started getting whiney.” Bucky snorts.
“What?”
“Buck, why doesn’t y/n like me? She’s so pretty Buck I can’t take it, why doesn’t she liiike me?” Bucky mocks Steve’s voice. “After that I decided to go bed. I get enough y/n talk when I’m sober.”
“Really?” Sam pries, and you smile, Sam knew about your little crush, and like a true friend was fishing for more information.
“Yeah, he’s such a wimp, I always tell him just to make a move-“ Bucky cuts him self off “Sam ya better not tell y/n about this…I swear”
Sam turns around, pancakes in hand “Don’t worry-“ He looks up and meets your gaze “I won’t have to” he laughs. Bucky looks up at Sam and then turns around. He groans.
“Y/n, how long have you been?- Actually nevamind, obviously long enough. Just do me a favor and don’t tell Steve about this? He’s an absolute madman when it comes to you….” Bucky grumbles, pulling his hood over his head.
“a… madman?” You ask walking up to the counter.
Bucky snorts. “Yeah he practically beat Stark’s ass after he overhead him saying something slick ‘bout ya.”
You lock eyes with Sam. “Go get him tiger.” Sam smiles at you. You wipe your palms on your jeans and turn to head out.
“Word ta the wise, check the roof.” Bucky calls out after you.
You find Steve sitting on the roof, staring off into the distance. His hair is still messy but he’s wearing a clean white button down shirt, and tan pants with those suspenders you always secretly find adorable on him.
“Steve?” you call out hesitantly “Can we talk?”
Steve’s head whips around and his eyes widen. He then massages his temples with a groan. He must be suffering from quite the hangover.
“You don’t have to say it y/n, let’s just forget last night ever happened.” Your heart beats faster and you gather up the last of your courage before it completely slips away.
“Steve-what you said…did you mean it?”
Steve groans again, dropping his head into his hands.
“Yes.” He says quietly.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me Steve?”
“Why should I have?” he gives a defeated chuckle. “Ya already rejected me,”
“What?” Your mouth drops in disbelief and you walk up and stand next to Steve, looking down at him “When? When did you even ask me out?”
Steve looks up at you “What do you mean? I tried after every upstate training session.”
Your eyes squint as you think back. A little over a year ago the team met upstate for a four days to train at this specialized facility and test out new weapons. You think back some more.
“You just asked me to ‘hang out’ after those sessions.” You say incredulously, “Not on a date”
“But that’s how people date nowadays.” Steve looks confused.
You laugh “No, not really. And anyways after those training sessions I was so disgusting that the last thing I wanted to do was go get ice-cream and marinate in my own sweat for a few hours”
“But all tha other girls took ‘hanging out’ ta mean a date” Steve looks even more confused.
“I guess nowadays ‘hanging out’ can imply a date, but most of the time it still just means hanging out. At least to me” you mutter the last part “Where’d you get this idea from anyway?”
Steve’s ears turn pink “Uh Bucky”
You eyes practically roll out of your head “Steve! You know he only thing Bucky knows about dating is from those stupid teen drama shows he’s obsessed with.”
Steve’s face turns bright red “I’ll have ya know Bucky was quite good with the ladies.”
You can’t help but to burst out laughing. After you calm down you sit down next to Steve. “You going to Bucky for advice on dating is like the blind leading the blind”
Steve chuckles, wiping a hand down his face. After a moment you pause.
“Steve, why’d you practically date the whole building instead of just telling me.”
“I dunno. I guess I just thought you’d already rejected me so I didn’t want to push the issue, and still wanted to be your friend. So I just thought I’d try to find someone else…” he turns his head and looks at you “But damn it Y/n it’s impossible to find someone who even comes close to ya…” His gaze takes your breath away so it takes a moment for you to respond.
“I guess that’s a good thing then…cause I feel the same way about you.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah” you laugh and you feel like you’re flying because all the baggage, all the pain is starting to unload. “And if you hadn’t been so dumb and listened to Bucky you would have known a long time ago.”
Steve smiles widely and wraps an arm around you, the other hand caressing your face.
“So. You wanna go on a date with me?”
“Yeah” You pretend to consider it, and then lay your head on his shoulder “Sounds a lot better then just hanging out.”
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Broken Home.
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This is Completely Fiction, nothing in this story is based off of anybody's life, I just wanted to make another High School type story. I love the boys of 5SoS and all the youtubers, so hopefully you'll Enjoy.
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Chapter 4. Strange Beginnings.
Weeks went on as usual, actually no they didn't. Everything was slightly different now, Michael and Emi had sorted everything out and were now, always together, except in school ( You see the four of those boys had a reputation to uphold, so they didn't talk to any of us during school hours, unless it was for some type of project or whatever ). Remi continued to ignore Calum, even after I tried to talk to her about him. She was just stubborn like that, saying all he wanted her for was another hookup, but I knew that wasn't true ( And I think deep down inside, she knew it too ). Luke on the other hand, never left me alone. He'd text me all hours of the day and call me randomly in the middle of the night. I honestly didn't understand what was up with this guy and how he'd changed so fast, it was almost like he was a different person ( Not gonna lie though, I really liked it ). The only problem I had been having lately was Amy and her posse of hoes, had it out for me. They'd push me down in the corridors, call me vulgar names, knock my books out of my hands, throw wads of paper at me in class ( And of course the teachers did nothing about it ). They were just being ruthless, not only to me though, but to Emi and Remi as well. And of course Luke or any of his friends were never around to witness it, they probably wouldn't try to stop it anyway.
It was a gloomy Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling ill and even though my mum told me to stay home from school, she knew I wasn't going to listen, I was just one of those people who never missed school ( Because I loved it ). After taking a shower, I just decided to throw my hair up in a messy bun because, I didn't feel like messing with it today. I also forgot about putting any makeup on, it wasn't like I was trying to impress anyone. I quietly walked downstairs, but stopped suddenly when I heard my mum shouting. " No Charlie!! You'd better not just show up here " she yelled, making me wonder where Bryce was. " You can't just barge back into our lives now that you're ready to be a father again " she stated with a sigh, just as Bryce snuck up behind me. " Who's she talking too? " he asked curiously, he'd never met our father... And I had very few memories of him myself. " Shh... " I sighed placing my hand over his mouth, " Fine, go see a lawyer! I have a written document, stating that you are never to see them. You signed it yourself... Before you ran off with that home-wrecking whore that's 20 years younger than you... So, stay away from my kids! " my mum yelled hanging up the phone and throwing it across the room. She than sank down onto the sofa, crying softly, I don't think she ever got over our dad. I walked quietly down the rest of the stairs, pulling Bryce behind me and then engulfed her in a tight, tight hug. She didn't say anything right away, " Hen, I want to know if he tries to get a hold of you or if he shows up around school, okay " she stated sternly. I nodded, but then thought it was weird that she only said that to me. I mean yes, Bryce was a baby when our dad left, but he still knew what he looked like. It wasn't until Bryce walked into the kitchen to fetch some breakfast, then she told me the truth. " He doesn't want to see Bryce, only you... " she stated quietly, I only furrowed my eyebrows and looked at her confused. " Your dad doesn't know Bryce, let alone care for him. He left when that little boy was only a few weeks old, but Hen, your father knows you... He remembers what you were like, you were his little girl... He wants to know what you're like now " she stated with with a sigh, " I get that, but why wouldn't he want to meet Bry? " I asked curiously. She shrugged her shoulders slightly " He never believed Bryce was his, always said I had an affair with Howard ", " You mean uncle Howard? " I scoffed knowing my mum would never. She nodded sadly " Your father never had any trust in me, especially after we got married.... But Bryce is his child, I'm 100% sure of it... He was the cheater, not me ", I nodded in response only because I wasn't sure what to say. " Just promise me you won't let him come near you, I don't trust him " she then stated, worrying me slightly. " I promise and anyways, we don't need him, Bry and I were granted with the best parent " I stated proudly, wearing a large smile. " Damn right!! " Bryce shouted as he walked back into the lounge, " Bryce Matthews Mclain, were did you learn that language! " my mum asked with a small glare. " Henley and Dan, they say it all the time... Even worse stuff than that though " Bryce stated seriously, I scoffed " You're dead Bry we're supposed to be a team and you just ratted me out! ". He shrugged as he rushed out the door and to the bus stop, " Henley, I've told you before, not to use that language around your brother " my mum stated as we both stood up. " Sorry mum, but I'm 17, those words just slip out... Especially when I'm driving home from school and some asshole cuts me off " I stated with a shrug, she chuckled quietly while rolling her eyes " It just surprises me how much you remind me of myself when I was younger ". I groaned quietly as I walked towards the front door " Well, I am Your daughter. That's were I get it from, but hey, I gotta go or I'm going to be late ", she nodded with a large smile on her face " Love you Hen, see you later ".
Once I finally arrived at school, I dashed towards my locker and then to my first class with only seconds to spare. I noticed something odd, normally I had that class with Dan, Remi, Luke and his group of friends, but none of them were there ( Which was weird especially for Dan, because if he wasn't going to be at school, he would've sent me a quick text. I mean we talked last night for fucks sake ). The class went on as normal, but I was feeling poorly to even care what was going on. By Lunchtime, I had gotten a lot worse. My head was pounding, my throat was sore and scratchy, my nose was plugged and leaking at the same time, I was just a mess. I walked into the cafeteria and over to our usual table where Joe and Zoe were already sat, I instantly laid my head on the table, ignoring the weird looks I was getting from the Suggs. " What's up buttercup? " Joe asked, only getting a groan as my response. " She's not feeling to well " I heard Emi stated as she sat down beside me, I gave a thumbs up hand signal. I looked up slightly to scan the lunchroom, looking for a few particular faces. Dan was still nowhere to be found, same with Remi, but Luke was sat chatting away with his group of friends ( Those 3 hoes included ). I looked over at Emi who was stuffing her face with pizza, " Where's Dan? " I asked quietly. Only earning a shrug from her, " He's your bestfriend " she smirked. I rolled my eyes slightly " That doesn't mean I know where he is ", " Why don't you text him " she stated. " Left my phone at home, my head's not in the right place at the moment " I sighed deeply, " Why? " she questioned looking at me concerned. " Well, being ill does not help at all., but family stuff. My dads back in town and I guess he wants to come back into my life " I stated with another sigh, my head was throbbing. " What! " Emi shouted causing everyone in the lunchroom to look our way, I sank further into my seat as I could feel Luke staring at me. " Sorry... But, that's not okay Hen " Emi stated bluntly, I nodded letting out a sigh " I know... I want nothing to do with the man who left my mum with two kids... Plus he doesn't even believe that Bryce is his child ". " Bastard... " Emi growled under her breath, but I completely agree'd with her. " Who's a bastard and why do we hate him? " a familiar voice asked, making Emi and I glance up at a frazzled looking Dan. I looked at him strangely, but didn't answer. " Hen's dad wants back in her life... " Emi growled, making Dan gasp quietly " What about Bryce though? ". I sighed as I rubbed my temples slightly " He doesn't want anything to do with him... Because he doesn't believe Bryce is his kid, according to my mum ' He looks nothing like our dad... More like his best mate '... Fucking prick ", " He is a fucking prick if he believed that... You and Bryce look so much alike! " Dan exclaimed a little too loudly. " Thanks for telling me I look like an 11 year old boy " I scoffed while setting my head on the table, " You know what I mean Hen, there's no way your mum would've cheated... She's always been such a sweet lady " Dan stated with a small chuckle. I nodded slightly picking my head up quickly to send him a small smile, " So how's everyone's day going so far? " I heard Caspar ask loudly ( He was one of the loudest people in this school ). My head was throbbing way to badly and all the noise was driving me up the wall, " Anyone want the other half of my burger " Joe questioned making my stomach churn. " You know Luke won't stop looking over here " Emi stated probably wearing a smirk, but at the moment I didn't care. I sat up quickly getting strange looks from everyone, I felt like I was going to puke all of a sudden. I took a deep breath in before jumping from the table and sprinting towards the bathroom, not caring about the weird looks I was receiving. I had left all of my things at the table with my friends, but I knew it would be fine. I barely made it in time to empty what was in my stomach into the toilet, I groaned loudly as I slid down the wall, sitting on the floor ( It probably wasn't the most hygienic place to sit right now, but I was feeling to weak to move ). I took in a deep breath as I heard a group of girls walk into the bathroom, I slowly looked through the space under the cubicle door, because I thought that maybe it was Emi or Zoe, but judging on the expensive shoes the three girls wore, I knew exactly who it was. " So Amy... How are you and Luke doing? " I heard Aubrey ask, " Great! We've been spending so much time together, ever since that Slut Henley took the hint that Luke didn't like her... Oh my God Beck, that lipstick shade is perf! " Amy screeched. Making me roll my eyes, ( Yeah, that's why he was texting me last night bitch ) I thought to myself. " How about you two, how are you with your men! " Amy then questioned, but neither of them answered. " Please tell me that you're talking to Cal and Michael again " she stated, which I'm guessing the two answered by shaking their heads no. Amy scoffed loudly " Well, don't worry, I have a plan to separate them from their newest pieces at the upcoming party this weekend ", I furrowed my eyebrows ( There was no way I was letting these bitches hurt Emi and Remi ). " What if it doesn't work, Calum's really getting attached to Remi... " I heard Becca whine in her annoying fucking voice, " I said don't worry about it! I have a plan, now let's get to class " Amy snapped. I heard their footsteps disappear as I continued to sit on the floor, wondering how I was going to make it to my next class ( Because that's all I cared about at the moment ). " Hen, you alright in here?? " I heard Emi and Remi ask ( Like where has this girl been? ), they only got a grunt in response. I slowly stood up and made my way to the small cubicle door, unlocking it and shuffling out. I let out an exhausted sigh as I washed my hands, " I think you need to go home Hen, you literally look like shit " Remi stated seriously. I glared at her through the mirror " Thanks ", she rolled her eyes " You know what I mean, you look ill. Like green... ". I sighed slightly while running my hand through my hair " I'll be fine... I'm not leaving in the middle of the day like this ", both Emi and Remi groaned loudly. " Henley, you're sick. You should go home, you're not going to miss anything and I'll bring homework bu your house after school " Emi stated in her stern voice, I let out a dramatic sigh as I heard the bell ring " But... ". " No but's, take a break from being a nerd for once in your life " Emi stated with a small smile, I nodded as I rubbed my forehead " Okay, I'll go see the nurse ". Both girls chuckled quietly while patting me on the back, " Just don't forget to bring me my homework, okay " I stated sternly which only made the two of them laugh at me even more.
Not long after going to see the nurse, she sent me straight home. Once I got there, I changed my clothes and then collapsed on the sofa, falling asleep immediately ( Seeing as it was only a little after 12 pm ). I was woken up sometime later by a loud banging on the front door, I groaned loudly and rolled over slightly. " Nobody's home!! " I shouted as loudly as possible, but the banging just continued. I huffed quietly as I threw off the thin blanket that was placed on me, starring at it strangely for a moment. " Where the fuck did this come from? " I asked myself, " Because I sure as hell wasn't covered up when I fell asleep! " I sighed deeply as I pushed aside the thought and then stood up, slowly making my way to the door. Like an idiot though, I didn't check to see who it was before opening the door. I stood there in complete shock as I stared at the man from my past, " Oh my little Hennie, all grown up " Charlie ( Aka my father ) stated. He engulfed me in a hug, which just made me uncomfortable and I didn't hug him back ( Because I wanted nothing to do with the man ). When he pulled away I just stared at him confused, but he didn't seem to notice. " How are you Hunny?... I've missed you " he asked with a smile on his face, that's when I realized he was drunk. " What are you doing here Charlie? " I questioned as I crossed my arms over my chest, but I wished I knew where I left my phone. " Well, I am your father... So, I came to see you " he stated bluntly, making me roll my eyes " It's been 10 plus years since you've seen me, you clearly didn't care about seeing me when you walked out on this family ". He sighed deeply, " Henley, you're just a child, you wouldn't understand why I left ", I scoffed while shaking my head " I know exactly why you left, so you could go be with your 20 year old mistress, who was also one of your fucking students... You didn't want to have any responsibility's, well congrats! ". He glared slightly at me " Don't talk to me like that Henley, I may not have been in your life, but I'm still your Father! ", I took a small step back because of the harshness of his voice. That's when I noticed the motorbike that was sitting in the driveway, that's when I started wondering where the owner of it was. I kept quiet for a few moments when I heard footsteps walking downstairs, but I didn't turn around, because I already knew who it was. " Hey Hen, is everything okay? " Luke questioned as he walked up behind me and placed his hand on my shoulder, making me roll my eyes. Charlie looked between the two of us looking very confused, " And who are you? ", " Oh, I'm Luke. Henley's boyfriend " Luke stated with a cheeky smirk. My eyes went wide with shock, what the hell was this kid doing. " Oh, I didn't know Henley had a boyfriend... Well I'm Charlie, Hennie's father " Charlie stated as he stuck his hand out to shake Luke's, but Luke never shook it. " Right... Well man, I think it's time for you to go " Luke then stated bluntly, Charlie scoffed taking a step forward " Oh really, says who? ". " Says the police when I call them, you know you're not supposed to be here... How did you even know where we lived? " I asked with an eyebrow raised, " I followed you... " Charlie stated honestly. I let out a deep sigh, but this was just weird. " Wow.. okay, now I'm really calling the police " I stated, Charlie quickly grabbed me by the wrist as Luke grabbed me by my shirt. " No please... I just wanna know you " Charlie pleaded desperately, I ripped my wrist from his hold, " Then you shouldn't have left! " I exclaimed slamming and then locking the front door. I took in a deep breath as I looked at Luke, " And what the fuck are you doing here?. How'd you get in my house " I questioned rubbing my forehead. He smirked while sitting on the sofa " I have my ways... " , I rolled my eyes " No really ". " You left the front door unlocked... " he stated with a sigh, " Which is not smart, especially with him coming around here ". " Well thank you for being here... but " I stated as I quickly smacked him on the arm, " That doesn't mean you can just walk in, you could've given me a heart attack ". He chuckled while shrugging his shoulders " But, I didn't ", " What were you doing upstairs? " I then asked. " Just... checking the place out " he smirked, causing me to roll my eyes. " Well then, why are you here? " I asked as I sat down beside him, he shrugged slightly " I brought your homework... And I wanted to make sure everything was alright ". I looked at him strangely " Why?... ", he sighed deeply while laughing slightly " What's with all the questions?! ". " I mean, we're not really friends... We just talk casually over the phone, you wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with me in public " I stated honestly, causing him to frown. " So, just because I don't talk to you in school, or hang out with you and your friends... That means, we're not friends? " he asked curiously, " Not really " I rolled my eyes. He sighed deeply while running his hand through his hair " Listen, I know this whole thing between us is fucked up - ", " Luke, there's nothing between us " I stated. He groaned slightly " You know what I mean! The guys and I's reputation is a bitch, I know... But, we're trying to change it. Michael really likes Emi, he just doesn't want any harm to come to her. Because you know the girls in our school will be ruthless if he hangs out with her in front of them, especially Aubrey ", I sighed deeply " Okay, you have a point. And when it comes to you and I, I definitely won't cross paths Amy again ( Even though she was treating me like complete garbage ) ". He chuckled quietly " But, I want to be friends, maybe even more... So, I'm trying ", I looked at him slightly confused " Whoa, can we back it up a bit.. A few months ago, I thought you were a dick and a player... And I just started to get to know you. Let's start off as friends, Deal ". He smiled " Deal. So, are you coming to the party this weekend? It's supposed to be awesome ", I sighed deeply, but then thought back to what Amy and her ' Hoe friends ' were talking about. “ Oh yeah, I'll be there " I stated confidently, knowing I had to keep an eye out, just to make sure nothing happened to Remi or Emi. He smiled widely while nodding, making me sigh once more. Let the games begin.
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Kathryn Merteuil (Cruel Intentions): ENTJ
Dominant Extroverted Thinking [Te]: Kathryn is confident, decisive, and wants to be in control of everything and everyone around her. She uses people as pawns and every move she makes is calculated. She is good at developing plans to get what she wants. Kathryn is a high-achiever and has established a pure, successful reputation for herself. Because she needs to be in control of her environment, she projects a certain image of herself because her status is very important to her. She needs people to continue to love her and respect her so she can carry on pulling everyone’s strings. Kathryn is intelligent and admired by people who don’t know the real her. She gets very good grades and is student body president. club at Manchester, the school she attends. She takes a younger girl under her wing and aids her in planning her curriculum at Manchester, all as part of a plot to get revenge on her ex-boyfriend, who dumped her, and is now setting his sights on Cecile. When Kathryn realizes that Sebastian is truly in love with Annette and she can no longer control him, she manipulates Ronald into going after him.
Auxiliary Introverted Intuition [Ni]: Life is a giant game of chess to Kathryn. She always stays multiple steps ahead of her opponents. She’s a master manipulator and knows exactly what needs to be done to accomplish her mission. Sebastian needs to seduce Cecile and open her up to promiscuity, which will hurt Court, who is interested in her because of her chastity. While she’s corrupting an innocent girl for the sake of her plot, she’s simultaneously manipulating Sebastian into ruining things with Annette. She hates that he’s falling for her because he used to worship her. If he’s in love with somebody else, she can’t control him, so she convinces him that Annette has made him weak and ruined him, effectively destroying their relationship. She’s cunning and uses her insights to get her way. She doesn’t go after Court directly, and instead tries to get to him through Cecile because if she makes a move on Court, it could be traced back to her, which she can’t have. She knows that Sebastian will take the bet because she knows that it makes him crazy that she’s the only person he can’t have. Kathryn is immediately able to sense that there’s something going on between Ronald and Cecile…
Tertiary Extroverted Sensing [Se]: … and uses that to her advantage. Kathryn is opportunistic and able to revise her plans as she discovers new potential in her environment. Physical appearances and luxury are important to Kathryn and she enjoys looking good. Kathryn struggles with bulimia because she’s so preoccupied with looking perfect. She is fashionable and extremely well-groomed. Kathryn is highly sexual and takes great pleasure in her various exploits. She gets a thrill out of participating in risky schemes. Kathryn uses cocaine regularly (possibly as a way to cope with her inner turmoil) and keeps her drugs hidden inside of a crucifix, which she wears around her neck. When she makes the bet with Sebastian, she decides that she wants that “hot little car” of his, because it’s a status symbol.
Inferior Introverted Feeling [Fi]: Kathryn abides by no moral code. She has no regard for the people around her and only cares about her own personal objectives. She lacks compassion and empathy, and is unbelievably selfish. Kathryn looks down on people who express their emotions and feelings. She berates Sebastian for being weak when his conscience begins to leak through. When he begins to show signs of morality, she feels betrayed, because she always thought they were two of a kind and, as a result, decides to make Sebastian feel ashamed of his feelings for Annette and ruin his relationship with her. Kathryn has trouble dealing with other people’s emotions and despises the facade she is forced to put up in order to uphold her squeaky clean reputation. Because she’s so concerned with her status, the false image she projects to the world causes a certain amount of self-loathing, because she isn’t being true to who she really is. She does feel strongly about double standards within society, but plays the game anyway in order to remain on top.
Enneagram: 3w4 8w7 5w6 Sp/Sx
Note: Kathryn is an extremely unhealthy character with narcissistic, sociopathic tendencies. She could be viewed as an unhealthy ENFJ. She’s manipulative and uses people’s emotions against them to advance her own goals. Everything she does is part of a plot to get back at Court for breaking up with her, which could seem Fe. However, I think her motivation comes from a need to be in control of her environment (as opposed to having hurt feelings about being dumped) and get ahead in life, which jives more with Te. She’s not acting from an emotional place, but because she’s realized she can no longer control,
so now she feels the need to ruin him.
Quotes:
Sebastian: Who are you calling?
Kathryn: Cecile.
[Sebastian hangs up the phone.]
Kathryn: What are you doing?
Sebastian: Before we go through with this, I just want you to be aware of the damage we’re going to cause.
Kathryn: I’m aware.
[She picks up the phone and he hangs it up again.]
Sebastian: Are you really? I mean, we’ve done some pretty fucked up shit in our time but this… I mean, we’re destroying an innocent girl. You do realize that.
Kathryn: Court Renolds is going down and if you’re not going to help me, someone else will.
Sebastian: You amaze me.
Kathryn: Eat me, Sebastian. It’s okay for guys like you and Court to fuck everyone. But when I do it, I get dumped for innocent little twits like Cecile. God forbid, I exude confidence and enjoy sex. Do you think I relish the fact that I have to act like Mary Sunshine 24/7 so I can be considered a lady? I’m the Marcia fucking Brady of the Upper East Side, and sometimes I want to kill myself. So there’s your psychoanalysis, Dr. Freud. Now tell me, are you in… or are you out?
Kathryn: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. When I get through with her, she’ll be the premier Blow Job Queen of the New York area and poor little Court’s heart will be shattered.
Sebastian: Why go through Cecile? Why not just attack Court?
Kathryn: Because if there’s an attack made on Court it could be traced back to me. I can’t allow that to happen. Everybody loves me and I intend to keep it that way.
Sebastian: What’s your plan of attack?
Kathryn: I rat Cecile out to mommy. Mommy goes ballistic and ends their relationship. Boo hoo.
Sebastian: Sounds great… I love you too.
Kathryn: [mocking Sebastian] “I love you”? My God. You are completely pussy-whipped.
Sebastian: Stop it.
Kathryn: What happened to us?
Sebastian: Nothing’s changed.
Kathryn: Yes it has. You’re in love with her, you don’t love me anymore.
Sebastian: Come on, Kathryn, it’s just a bet.
Sebastian: [after being kissed by Kathryn and pushing her away] This is ridiculous.
Kathryn: What’s ridiculous, dear brother, is you! Look at yourself, look at what you’ve been reduced to! Have you given any thought to what’s going to happen when school starts? Not only are you dating Miss Seventeen Magazine, but she’s also the new headmaster’s daughter. Before you know it, you’ll be giving campus tours with her. Oh, wait, her father doesn’t know about your past, does he? I doubt he’d let his little princess be seen with the likes of you. Hmm… It’s so disappointing to see Annette’s manifesto was a total sham. Though, as student body president, I feel it’s my sworn duty to tell him.
[picks up the phone and starts dialing]
Sebastian: Put the phone down.
Kathryn: Shh, this will only take a second.
Kathryn: [after Sebastian grabs the phone and slams it down] Hmm, quite the predicament you’re in.
Sebastian: I don’t care what you say. The fact of the matter is that I was planning on telling her everything this afternoon.
Kathryn: Oh, that’s right, I forgot, you’re so in love. Do you honestly believe you’ve done a complete 180 in the few days you’ve known her? Well let me tell you something, people don’t change overnight. You and I are two of a kind. At least I have the guts to admit it. You were going to leave school a legend, now you’re going to leave a joke.
Sebastian: Well, I’m willing to take my chances.
Kathryn: Don’t do it, Sebastian. Not only will you ruin your reputation, you’ll destroy hers.
Kathryn: You’re just a toy, Sebastian. A little toy I like to play with.
Kathryn: You’re telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn’t? God, are you a chump.
Kathryn: My advice is to sleep with as many people as possible.
Cecile: But that would make me a slut, wouldn’t it?
Kathryn: Cecile, everybody does it; it’s just that nobody talks about it.
Cecile: So, it’s like a secret society?
Kathryn: That’s one way looking at it.
[under her breath]
Kathryn: Fucking idiot…
Sebastian: What makes you think I’d go for that bet? That’s a seventy-thousand dollar car.
Kathryn: Because I’m the only person you can’t have and it kills you.
Kathryn: Oh, she’s crying. Wittle baby’s upset by the big bad book.
Sebastian: Shut up.
Kathryn: What’s your problem?
Sebastian: Nothing.
Kathryn: She’s really getting to you, isn’t she?
Sebastian: If you must know, yes. I don’t know what to do. I can’t stand that holier-than-thou bullshit and yet, I’m completely infatuated with her. She made me laugh.
Sebastian: What shall we toast to?
Kathryn: To my triumph.
Sebastian: It’s not my choice of toast, but it’s your call. To your triumph over Annette.
[Kathryn laughs]
Sebastian: What’s so funny?
Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over her. It’s over you.
Sebastian: Come again?
Kathryn: You were very much in love with her. And you’re still in love with her. But it amused me to make you ashamed of it. You gave up on the first person you ever loved because I threatened your reputation. Don’t you get it? You’re just a toy, Sebastian. A little toy I like to play with. And now you’ve completely blown it with her. I think it’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. [drinks champagne]
Kathryn: Tastes good. So, I assume you’ve come here to make arrangements. But unfortunately, I don’t fuck losers.
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Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story (10/15)
AU Summary: With more elaborate tests with Dr. Banner, Y/N finds more information about her abilities and why she’s alive.
Notes: gravitonium and dr. Hall showed up in Agents of shield. ok? so its definitely in the mcu. also coulson and inhumans :)
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“I thought Gravitonium was a pain in the ass to control.”
“Yes. But it is possible to.” Bruce opened up a document with a swipe of his fingers. “Dr. Franklin Hall. He was a former asset for SHIELD and became famous for his work and theories on the extremely rare element known as gravitonium. Hall also designed a theoretical machine that could stimulate the element in a way that would allow its gravitational fields to be harnessed. It was destroyed along with him but the gravitonium was locked in SHIELD’s storage facility. But last time we checked, it wasn’t there.”
“Hmmm.” Stark stared at the holographic files in front of him. “So if we find Hall’s files on gravitonium then maybe we could find the source of Y/N’s abilities. Maybe even make it more powerful.”
“Or you can take it off me.” Y/N told them as she was laying down on the examination bed with a few tubes and wires connected to her body.
Dr. Banner walked over to her, shaking his head as he pulled up another holographic file in front of Y/N.
“I’m afraid that’s not possible, Y/N.” he said. “You see, the gravitonium was mixed with a lot more liquidized metallic elements and compounds, half of which we can identify, and it has been injected to your body to cause a reaction. Hence, your abilities. But it has consumed your whole system that it has become a huge part of you. Taking that off would be….”
“You’ll die.” Tony finished. He stared at Y/N like he’s in pain. Like he just received the worst news. And he did. Tony knew why. He has the same situation as her. It was the same as his reactor. Without it, he’ll perish and he would lost his identity. He was Iron Man. And to lose that would mean losing himself.
Y/N was frozen and her fists were clenched. That means she can never go back to a normal life as an ordinary citizen. Even if she left the team, she would still be a person of interest now that there are people who know about her power.
“I’m sorry.” Bruce said, looking down.
Y/N nodded. “It’s nothing. Can we get on with the tests now?”
And they did. Tony and Bruce put her body through many simulations to determine which ones would react to her ability and would trigger something. They had a few samples that worked well, others resulted in a few destroyed metal equipment. Nevertheless, they pushed on in hopes of finding a more concrete answer to how HYDRA made another enhanced human with the likes that they’ve never seen before.
Y/N’s structure was different from the twins. Her abilities weren’t from Loki’s scepter. It was a natural reaction to her body. It was baffling.
“I don’t get it. How did you get your magnetic powers without the scepter?” Tony groaned once more as he took a sip from the drink he made. The three decided to end the research for now since they were going nowhere with it. They were just as confused as they were when they started.
“That much foreign and chemical substance in your body would have killed you off the minute it was injected to your systems.” Bruce added, still looking at the research in front of him, determined to find an answer.
“What made your body special to have that kind of reaction to gravitonium? When the twins were used as lab rats on Strucker’s lab, they had the same vitals as every one else and then the scepter’s power was harnessed to make a new kin—”
“Tony.” Y/N’s eyes shot up to him. “What did you say?”
He furrowed his brows. “The twins’ powers were derived fr—?”
“No. The first thing. What is it that you asked?” she said, and that caught Dr. Banner’s attention.
“What made your body special?”
“Exactly!”
Bruce nodded at Y/N, thinking again of possible hypotheses. “So what you’re implying is, your body had…..enhancements even before you were experimented on by HYDRA?”
“Yes!” Tony beamed. “Did they find a way to stabilize your system first or was there something weird with your body before that? Something…”
“Inhuman?”
All eyes turned to the man entering the laboratory.
It was Vision.
He stepped forward and stood in front of Y/N. “Tell me, Dr. Banner. Is her DNA different from yours? Or any other human, for that matter?”
“W-well, yeah. every DNA is different. It carries the cell’s genetic information and hereditary characteristics via its nucleot—Hold on.”
Y/N looked at him as he went through the holograms attempting to find something. Something in her files. But what is it? Banner was acting like he just found an answer!
“What? What is it? Tony?” she asked. Stark shrugged and went to help Bruce but he was done.
Bruce pointed at a diagram in front of them. “Your DNA is unlike any other creature in the planet. Not humans or animals or plants. It has a different form. It’s missing a few pieces. You’re not complete, Y/N. You were never completely human.”
“What?”
Vision looked at the three of them. “Centuries ago, an extraterrestrial race known as the Kree waged a long war with high causalities. In need of more soldiers, one vicious faction among them decided to genetically modify the DNA of other intelligent creatures across various planets, intending to create army slaves that they could use to help win their war. The Kree eventually came to Earth, where they created their own and began experimenting on groups of humans, changing their genetic make up, which gave them the latent potential to develop superhuman abilities. Before the experiments could be completed, another faction of the Kree came to Earth to shut down the project. The Kree eventually left , believing their experiments were unsuccessful. However, the altered genes of the human test subjects were passed on through generations of their descendants. Y/N is one of those descendants.”
“Wha—” Tony started to say but was interrupted by Vision.
“I believe a team of SHIELD agents has come in contact with these inhumans.”
“That’s Fury’s business.” he waved him off then turning to Y/N. “But Y/N, you’re half alien and that incomplete DNA of yours means that there will come a time where you will have more powers.”
Y/N stared up at him and shook her head, willing herself not to cry. The news was too much for her. “Tony, I….I’m not even human. I’m just a failed experiment. I couldn’t de—”
“Hey, shh. Calm down.” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her, protectively. “You are not a failed experiment. If anything, you succeeded. What HYDRA did to you could’ve killed you if not for the alien DNA in your body. You’ll be fine. We’ll be right here for you, Y/N. I’ll be right here.”
Y/N inhaled and tried to even up her breathing. Then when she was calm enough, she wrapped her arms around Tony’s neck and welcomed the feeling of safety and security. That’s when she realized Vision and Dr. Banner was gone and out of the room, leaving her alone with Tony.
“I’m a freak.” she whispered.
Tony pulled away chuckling at her as he held her hand.
“Welcome to the Avengers, Y/N.”
******
The breakfast menu on the tower today was buttermilk pancakes, a range of syrups, cubed fruits and a variety of toppings, sugary or otherwise, a large plate of bacon and sausages and eggs, and lastly, a tall pitcher of juice.
All of which was cooked by the Sanguine.
“Alright, Stark, getting Y/N to move in the tower with the rest of the team was possibly the greatest idea you’ve had.” Clint said as he stuffed some syrup-soaked pancakes into his mouth.
Steve laughed and picked up a slice of bacon and bit on it. “I agree with you, Barton. Thank you, Y/N.”
She looked up from her plate across from him and smiled. “Your welcome. It’s the least I could do.”
Then a strong gust of wind blew across their faces and into Tony which caused him to whirl around and almost lost his balance on the large plate of food he was holding. Pietro stopped running and grabbed the strawberry on top of Tony pancake stack.
“Thanks, Stark.” he laughed out loud and popped the berry in his mouth before running away again out of the room.
Tony groaned out loud as he set his food down on the table with the rest of the team, muttering something about his strawberry and his tower and his food.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.” Wanda told him. She was sitting next to Y/N eating breakfast as well. Y/N had persuaded Tony and the rest of the team to let the Maximoff twins live in the tower if she’s going to as well. After quite sometime, and a few heated debates, Fury thought it would be wise to have the team all in one place in case of quick emergency response. Although that did make the whole tower a gleaming beacon of a target, they were confident about the security system.
That leaves them to breakfast pancakes today.
“Heads up.” Clint muttered as he nudged Steve and nodded towards the door. Natasha and Bruce came in together, talking animatedly amongst themselves. Although they weren’t holding hands or anything that displays affection, the rest of the team can tell that they’ve made up and were now closer than before.
When they reached the table, they stopped talking and looked the group of superheroes who were staring back at them.
“Uhh…We…Tasha and I…we…” Bruce stammered.
Natasha shook her head and smiled. “We heard Y/N made breakfast. I’ve had her cooking before. It’s the best.”
She proceeded to walk towards the kitchen counter to fill her plate with fruit and pancakes like nothing was new. Bruce however was still a stammering mess trying to explain their situation as Tony stared at his friend in a mocking expression. Y/N had to tell him to stop so the poor man can eat breakfast.
Eventually every one was seated on the table, eating together, laughing about pointless things and being like family. Even Pietro came down to join them. But when Thor arrived with Vision, everyone grabbed their plates and left. It was laughable since they all knew Thor would hog the food and would not leave any for them. Y/N was smiling the whole time. Even if she found out that she could never have an normal life, she could always have an content and never boring life with the Avengers.
And Y/N would damn well protect the place where she had found a new source of happiness.
*****
“Sir, they know about inhumans.”
Fury looked up from his desk and into his commander.
“It’s about damn time. Was Vision there to tell the story about Y/L/N’s origins?”
Agent Hill nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Then he didn’t tell them about the secret warriors.” he said. “Make sure that information remains enclosed. A certain ‘director’ would have a hissy fit if I tell the Avengers the truth.”
She nodded again and left the office. Directory Fury then made a move to contact someone. He thought of the possibilities where Y/N and the rest of the Avengers find out about more things. Things that include the secret warriors, Y/N’s time with HYDRA and the alleged loss of an Avenger.
Once the person picked up the phone, Fury wasted no time to talk.
“Information about the Kree and their experiments have made their way into Stark’s lab. They have one of their own just like you predicted. You proud of yourself yet?”
“Not necessarily. You say Agent Y/L/N already has abilities but her DNA is still incomplete.”
“I’ll contact your team once she gets in contact with the mist or the crystals. But we’re still doing our best to not let that happen. You give me more research about the Sarajevo base.”
“Yes, sir.”
“How’s the hand, Coulson?”
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