list of shipnames in jrwi and who they are referring to
this is (and probably forever will be) a work in progress. i plan on expanding this list with any and all shipnames i come across, so if you want to see the up-to-date list, make sure to open the original post. also feel free to send me shipnames that are missing from this list to my inbox or over dms.
note: not all of these are extremely common or in circulation quite yet, but you might encounter them every now and then anyways.
note x2: for some of these ships there are multiple names in use, i tried to sort them by how common they are (most common to least common)
‼️ important disclaimer! this is an archival work, meant to list as many ship names as possible for a variety of uses. this means this list does include ships that might be triggering for some. regardless of my feelings about it, abusive, unrealistic, or violent ships as well as underage and incest are pretty much always a facet of fandom, and as such they are represented here, partially to give people the necessary information to be able to circumvent being confronted with said content (e.g. via muting tags) should they want/need to. ‼️
riptide:
pc/pc
fish and chips (fnc): chip/gillion
navyseal: jay/gillion
mockingjay/phoenix: chip/jay
poly pirates: chip/jay/gillon
pc/npc
catnip: chip/la alma
sailorsong/scarlet captains: chip/jazz
fools gold/bargaining chip: chip/niklaus
drunken sailors: chip/caspian
chiptune/chipped crown: chip/queen
stoneflame: chip/igneous
midnight memories: chip/drey
homeowners association: chip/ensa
tboy polycule: chip/jazz/igneous
birdbolt/clockwork rivals/women in STEM: jay/ensa
pistolwhip: jay/lizzie
sharpshooter: jay/kira
bloodshot: jay/anastasia
sheshells: jay/edyn
artemisanchor: jay/aslana
bloodbath: jay/anastasia/aslana
jay's harem/let's go lesbians: jay/her many girlfriends (ever changing, always evolving)
swordfish: gillion/caspian
dealbreaker: gillion/niklaus
sea shanty: gillion/queen
goldfish/dragonfish: gillion/clorten
sunken anchor: gillion/marshal john
destined sails: gillion/caspian/marshal john
fish and chips and more fish: chip/gillion/caspian
manlet, manwhore, manslayer: chip/gillion/niklaus
sea sharp: chip/gillion/queen
deal with the devil (dwtd): chip/jay/gillion/niklaus
bardic inspiration: chip/jay/gillion/queen
full ensemble: chip/jay/gillion/queen/jazz
npc/npc
drearl: drey/earl
watergun: drey/finn
old man yaoi/drearlinn: drey/finn/earl
cattlepunk: drey/ichabod
roseshot: drey/captain rose
metal detector/gunmetal/robopanda: alphonze/gryffon
popshot: gryffon/queen
precious metals: gryffon/igneous
seawitch: niklaus/edyn
frigatebird/warbird/waning crescent: lizzie/ava
fighting chance/boxer briefs: la alma/clorten
naval orange: marshal john/amanda rinn
message in a bottle: marshal john/edyn
rose tides: lizzie/edyn
rosewater: lizzie/caspian
lunar eclipse/sea serpents: ava/lizzie/edyn
smoothjazz/singing the blues: jazz/caspian
jam session: jazz/queen
saltwater pearl: caspian/edyn
soundwaves/sea shanty: caspian/queen
hammer to fall/songsmith: queen/alasse
lamprey: anastasia/aslana
starcrossed survivors/starstruck: zamia/star
apotheosis:
pc/pc
angelstone/stonesong: peter/rumi
deicide: rumi/thanatos
tech support: peter/thanatos
eldritchstrings: rumi/exandroth
pc/npc
divineshifter/shape4shifter: rumi/rhymir
prime defenders:
pc/pc
ghostknife: william/vyncent
ghostkicks/blue raspberry: william/dakota
dancebattle/spacejam: vyncent/dakota
revenant/wispy winters/evildead: william/ashe
tomeblade/gamecube/demondagger: vyncent/ashe
demonkicks: dakota/ashe
polypd: william/vyncent/dakota/ashe
pc/npc
decharge/soulfire: william/doug
sunghost/sunshade: william/summer
parasol: william/vyncent/summer
spare the dying/exquisite corpses: william/cantrip
ghostlysigns: william/jimmy
npc/npc
tidalwave: tide/mark winters
suntrip: summer/cantrip
doodlejump/pencilfrog: le frog/pencilman
cops and froggers: le frog/officer frank
zebrafish: tide/harlem
car manual: wordsmith/pretender
shooting star: mrs g/lightspeed
shadowfold: harlem/jason
blood in the bayou:
pc/pc
keeperschampion: rand/rolan
rollingstones: kian/rolan
smokeshow: kian/rand
nightmare blunt rotation (nbr): kian/rand/rolan
pc/npc
heartstrings: kian/becky
meddling kids: kian/rand/rolan/becky
bleacher ghosts: kian/becky/jesse
milf season: kian/donna
private performance: kian/donna/john
the suckening:
pc/pc
guarddog: emizel/shilo
alleycat: emizel/arthur
royal pain: shilo/arthur
boynabbing: emizel/shilo/arthur
pc/npc
fizzfangs/monster energy: emizel/soda
backalley kiss: emizel/gabriel
armored pheasant: shilo/grefgor
vampistol/shadowhorse: arthur/deacon
burnt stake: arthur/magnus
wailing crown: emizel/shilo/vex/viv
npc/npc
weylincest: viv/vex
wailing flesh: viv/vex/the unseen one
old campaigns and one-shots under the cut
mythborne
supernova: connor/aster
achilles heel: connor/ryan
sunspot: aster/ryan
spotlight: connor/aster/ryan
playwrat: connor/aster/ryan/romeo
final episode one shot
bluecherrylite: cherry/jebediah/aren
jebebriadic/ringbearers: jebediah/brian
twitch chat one shot
hoofin' it: icarus/gravel
convergence:
krangle: kasper/strangle
the fated:
br'aaxi: br'aad/taxi
scythebelts: sylnan/velrisa
kathnan: sylnan/katherine
sylgarth: sylnan/ugarth
velriana: velrisa/oriana
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a fragile line - chapter 13
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Pairing: Joel Miller x Female OC
Tags: extreme slow burn, age gap, older man/younger woman, protective joel, jealous joel, hurt/comfort, pov third person, mutual pining, angst, sexual tension, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, feral joel, parental abuse, eventual smut.
Fic synopsis: three years ago, Juliet escaped her father's religious survivor camp, ending up in the Boston QZ. Juliet created a life for herself in Boston, desperate to forget the trauma of her upbringing. One day, Juliet arrives home to find a mysterious letter which forces her to return to her home town. Juliet can't travel the harsh post-apocalyptic landscape alone, so she enlists the help of the grumpy and, at times, frightening man she works alongside: Joel Miller.
Word count: 6.3k
Chapter 13: 'First Defeat'
Juliet's POV:
Juliet’s legs were about to give out.
With each shaky step, her body threatened to crumple onto the cracked pavement beneath her. She struggled to support her own weight, let alone the hulking figure of the man draped against the left side of her body, with his arm locked around her neck.
Joel’s remaining consciousness was only visible in the slight shuffle of his feet, helping Juliet as she dragged his body along the street. Sweat soaked her forehead, dampening her hairline. Her breaths were short and rapid, a dizziness creeping into her head, staggering her brutal steps. Juliet risked a quick glance down at the pavement. Vicious red drops of blood followed them, darkening the ground in a trail of horror.
Juliet’s erratic breaths caught at the sight of Joel’s blood.
She tightened her hold on his body, her fingers digging into his side. She urged him, with the press of her torn nails against his flannel, to stay awake, to stay with her.
A bead of sweat dripped from her forehead down her face as Juliet’s mind repeated the same words, anchoring her drifting thoughts back to the burning of her weakening limbs: just a few more steps, just a few more steps, just a few more steps.
Earlier that day:
“So, how’d you end up in Boston anyway?” Juliet queried in a quiet voice.
Joel’s head turned sharply towards her, irritation clear in his tight expression.
“Pass,” he responded.
Juliet sighed in a long, overly dramatic, exhale. Then she turned, glancing up at the man walking beside her. Juliet had a habit of silently inspecting his face when he wasn’t looking, her eyes would trace the stubble along his jaw, glide over the curve of his nose, and follow the fine lines around his eyes which were usually trained on the road ahead of them. This time, though, Joel’s gaze was focused on Juliet, irritation still housed within his hard features, but his eyes…. his eyes were warm, open, amused. Juliet nearly stumbled over her own feet.
She blinked, looking away.
Another week or so had passed since the high school, when Joel had stayed awake all night to make sure Juliet didn’t fall asleep. Her concussion had cleared up a few days ago but Joel was still vigilant about sleeping next to her. Juliet didn’t mind, she found that the soft sounds he made in his sleep were comforting, soothing almost. Juliet liked the reminder that he was close to her.
The road they were walking was long, and the afternoon heat was heavy. Juliet was bored, and sweaty, and as per usual, she needed a distraction. So, for the past hour, she had fired question after question at Joel, praying one would land, prompting him to share some aspect of himself with her. Juliet held every small bit of information she had gathered about him close to her chest. He was cold, lethal, and a constant mystery to her.
But, unsurprisingly, each hopeful question had bounced off of Joel as his mental shields deflected every one of Juliet’s attempts to get to know him.
Juliet decided to chase her distraction in other ways. She tilted her head around to look at the trees enclosing them on an endless road of abandoned cars and decaying houses, her mind drifting to imagine an alternate version of herself sitting on one of the porch swings. What it must have felt like to sit there and watch the daylight fade into soft oranges and pinks. She could have read her books and drifted off into her imaginary worlds with no concern for what the next day would bring, or who the next day might bring her closer to. A cold chill attacked Juliet’s bare arms despite the heavy afternoon heat. She shivered, her eyebrows pinching together.
Every day that passed was another day closer to freeing Ethan from her father. Juliet’s steps involuntarily quickened at the thought. She missed Ethan, her heart ached when the memory his pleading eyes the night she left all those years ago floated through her mind. For Ethan, Juliet would trade her remaining freedom. This was a decision she had made peace with, she always knew her freedom was never secured. Each step was another step closer to Ethan, yes, but it was also another step closer to her father. These slow days travelling with Joel were her last chance to experience life outside of the towering walls of her father’s community, her last chance to explore the ruins of life scattered around America, her last chance to smile and actually mean it.
Juliet snuck another glance at Joel, he was walking with his usual pace, his fingers tapping against his dark jeans. Joel would get her to her father, she trusted that he would, and then he would leave, use his gifted weapons to find his brother and disappear from her life forever. She would return to her prison, never to forget the sound of his irritated sigh, the hard clench of his jaw, or the look in his eyes that day at the gas station.
Joel, on the other hand, would find his brother and forget all about her, as if she never existed. As if he had never held her in his arms or wiped a tear from her cheek.
They weren’t far from Juliet’s old community now, probably another week if Joel had calculated it right. Fear threatened to settle upon her shoulders, weighing Juliet down for the remainder of their journey together. Juliet fought against it, using her familiar tactic of constant distraction to keep the terror at bay, to allow her to enjoy her last days of independence.
“Hey,” Joel’s voice called behind her.
Juliet’s feet staggered to a stop, turning to face him. She hadn’t realised he had slowed, falling behind. He had his map out, his finger tracing the roads. Juliet walked back towards him, shielding her eyes from the blinding sun. It was early autumn now, the trees had begun to turn that shade of russet orange, but the heat still remained in the air, refusing to entirely leave summer behind.
Joel’s jacket was tucked under the strap of his backpack, like her own, and the sleeves of his green flannel were rolled up, revealing his tanned forearms. His veins were bulging in the heat, Juliet kept her eyes focused on the map in his hands, blinking any time her traitorous vision would glide over his strong arms.
“What’s up?” she asked with a cough, clearing her throat.
“Heard a place up here used to be a firefly basecamp, might be worth checkin’ out for some ammo left behind,” Joel explained, using his free hand to point up a road to their right.
Their night at the high school had provided them with plenty cans of semi-edible food for the rest of their journey if they rationed right, which Joel always made sure they did. However, they were running low on ammo, dangerously low. Juliet only had a couple bullets left in her gun. She made sure to sharpen her knife last night before she fell asleep.
Juliet nodded. “Lead the way,” she replied, with a mock salute.
Joel gave her a long look before tucking his map back in his back pocket and moving to turn up the street he had pointed to. Juliet followed behind.
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“Wait, another high school?” Juliet asked, amazed. Her eyes widened as she stared at the sprawling campus they had just entered, Juliet struggled to comprehend the amount of people who must have once walked these paths and filled these buildings.
“No, a University,” Joel answered, looking down at her with an unreadable expression.
“Oh,” Juliet murmured, still staring at the collection of towering buildings stretching beyond her view.
“So people would go here after high school?” she asked, her curiosity overpowering her.
“Some did,” Joel replied, then started walking again, heading towards the first building. Its red bricks were drowning in moss and vines but it still looked relatively well preserved, the overgrown look actually added to its charm, Juliet thought.
“To do what?” she questioned as she raced to catch up with him.
“They lived here, went to classes and stuff,” Joel explained as they climbed the stairs towards the entrance, avoiding the thick cracks in the concrete.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Think it was just as much about partying and findin’ themselves as anythin’ else.”
“Right,” Juliet replied quickly, as if she knew what he meant.
They reached the top of the stairs and Joel released a relieved sigh as Juliet wiped more sweat off her forehead. Then she turned, looking around them. The surrounding area was eerily quiet, without the twenty years worth of greenery leaking from every brick on every building, the University would look almost normal, Juliet assumed. Well, apart from the firefly symbol spray-painted across the door of the closest building.
Joel looked down at Juliet, then nudged his head in the direction of the door before he started walking again, slower this time after climbing all those steps. Juliet stepped forward, ready to follow Joel towards the building when something darted across the corner of her vision. Juliet didn’t hesitate, she pulled out her gun and whipped it in the direction of the figure.
The safety was off and Juliet had her finger hovered over the trigger when she stopped, her body freezing in a state of shock. It wasn’t a man lurking to her left, it was a strange hairy creature that was now sprinting towards her.
Juliet would have been embarrassed to admit it, but she screamed.
She let out a loud, piercing cry and darted towards Joel. Juliet would face off any man who dared to approach her, but she didn’t fuck with whatever that thing was.
She grabbed hold of Joel’s arm who had already begun to race towards her, genuine terror on his face. Then he noticed what had spooked Juliet.
Juliet hid behind Joel’s back, her fingers bunched in his shirt. She waited for Joel to make his move, would he shoot the thing? Or pull them somewhere safe?
What Juliet didn’t expect was the sound of his laughter. Juliet felt Joel’s shoulders shake as he barked out a stunned chuckle.
“What the hell?” she murmured under her breath as she pulled away from Joel. The creature was still there, just standing staring at them, moving its weird arms. Juliet’s whole body shuddered.
Strangely, she was now more shocked by Joel’s laughter as she turned to look at his face. His features were attempting to reconstruct his usual expression of cool indifference but Juliet could still make out the amusement shining through. The lines around his eyes had crinkled and his lips were pursed, as though he was actively restraining himself from smiling.
Juliet frowned.
“What is that thing?” she demanded in a low voice, scared she’d startle it into running towards her again.
Joel looked down at her, his lip twitching when he caught sight of her shocked face.
“First time seein’ a money?” he asked as he raised his eyebrows,
Juliet smacked his arm. “Of course it’s my first time seeing a monkey, you dick,” she scoffed, stuffing her gun back in her pocket.
Joel raised his hands in mock surrender. “Must be from the old labs,” he explained, his mouth now curved in a clear smile. It made him look younger, his face softened with the hint of joy.
Juliet’s gaze bounced between the monkey and Joel for several seconds before she barked out a laugh of her own, her hands reaching up to cover her mouth as a smile overtook her serious expression. Joel dropped his hands slowly, his eyes not leaving Juliet’s warm gaze. Her laughter was loud and unrestrained. Joel took a step backwards, wiping a hand over his face to erase any remnants of his amusement. Something in her smile had startled him.
“Come on,” he murmured, then turned, striding towards the entrance.
Juliet’s smile dropped. She took one last look at the monkey before she followed Joel into the building, the cold enveloping them as they took out their guns and torches.
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The door opened with a loud creak as Joel pushed against it, the handle stiff as it turned in his hand. Joel went first, walking into the large room, his head scanning the rows and rows of seats shaped in a tiered circle around half the room. Juliet gasped when she entered, she had never been in a room this big.
They had already sweeped the bottom floor, searching each room for leftover supplies. No luck yet. Joel wasn’t too worried, he told Juliet they would be more likely to find stuff in the labs. This didn’t look like a lab, though.
Joel must have seen Juliet’s confused expression. “It’s a lecture hall,” he explained. “Professors would teach hundreds of students in a room like this.”
“Wow,” Juliet whispered as she moved to stand before the enormous chalkboard at the front of the room. Then she turned, looking back at Joel, who was still scanning the room, searching for any threats.
“This make you all nostalgic?” she asked as she attempted to meet his eyes.
Joel huffed and reached a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “Didn’t go to University,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual.
“No? What did you do?” Juliet pressed, moving away from the chalkboard to hover near him.
Joel took a long minute to answer, busing himself with rifling through the papers on the desk in front of him. Then finally, he replied.
“I just did my job.”
“Which was?”
“We were called contractors”
Juliet was shocked, not by what he said, but by his decision to actually answer her questions. She bit her lip and thought about her response, careful not to spook him. Joel was like a wild animal sometimes, he was always in fight of flight, Juliet had to tiptoe around him, praying that he wouldn’t run at the first sign of her gentle curiosity.
“Contractors?” she finally asked, keeping her tone as casual as possible. She didn’t want him to know that she was hanging onto his every word.
“Built houses, stores, that kinda thing.”
“That’s pretty cool.”
“Yeah, guess it was.”
Before Juliet could ask him another question, he walked towards the door, having decided their tour of this room was over. Juliet sighed, her steps echoing in the silent room as she jogged to catch up with him.
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“This might be something,” Juliet announced as they stepped into the first lab they came across. Firefly symbols were dotted about the walls. Joel scoffed at the sight. “Hmmm,” he agreed.
Juliet moved over to the windows lining the back wall. The blazing sun had dimmed, fading into the softer light of early evening. Juliet turned the handle and cracked the window open, allowing the hot air from outside to clear away the staleness of the lab. She stepped backwards, gazing out at the University campus, it was so beautiful, Juliet wished they could stay longer. When she turned back around, Joel was bent down at some cabinets, opening and closing doors, searching for anything valuable.
Juliet joined him, taking a seat on the floor to rifle through a low cupboard. Joel didn’t look at her as she sat beside him, but his body visibly tensed. Juliet shifted away from him, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
They worked together for a while, searching every inch of the room. Every cupboard, every cabinet, every desk. They found nothing of value, only the trash that the fireflies left behind. Joel muttered under his breath a few times, Juliet thought she heard him say “Typical.”
When they decided this room was a bust, Juliet stood up, wiping her hands off her worn trousers. Joel was already heading towards the door, ready to start searching the next room. When he was a couple steps away, he stopped suddenly, his head whipped towards the window as he reached out a hand to still Juliet’s movements.
“What?” Juliet whispered, she hadn’t heard anything strange.
Joel gave her one of his lethal looks, raising a steady finger to his lips.
Then she heard it:
“This way,” a voice called from below the window.
Juliet’s eyes darted to Joel’s, her lips parting in shock.
His finger hadn’t moved from his lips. They stood there frozen for several long seconds before they heard anything more.
“Shut the fuck up,” another voice growled.
Joel moved his finger from his lips and reached down to grab Juliet’s wrist, his large hand enclosing around her. Juliet blinked up at him, watching as he removed his gun from his pocket with his other hand, urging Juliet with a pointed look to do the same. She did as he asked.
Joel’s hand was still around her wrist and he used that position to pull her closer, his face tilted down. “Out the back,” he murmured as his hot breath skimmed over her face. Juliet nodded and swallowed rough, her brain wasn’t working at full capacity due to Joel’s close proximity.
He scanned her face once more then moved, pulling Juliet behind him as they stalked out the room and down the hallway, searching for a stairwell. Juliet stumbled to keep up with his pace. His grip on her wrist was tight, but it didn’t hurt. Joel would never hurt her.
When they reached the end of the hallway, Joel let go of Juliet to push on the double doors into the stairwell. There were no windows, but there wasn’t enough time to get their torches out of their bags again. Juliet bit her lip again as she followed Joel’s blurry figure down the stairs. She was very much aware of the fact that they had little to no ammo left, and they didn’t know how many men there were outside. At the bottom, Juliet could make out a fire exit door lining the wall. Joel reached a hand behind him to brush against her arm, checking she was still there, before he pushed against the doors.
The afternoon sun bled through the dark of the stairwell as the doors popped open. Juliet glanced up at Joel’s face. He nodded, reassuring her that everything would be okay, they just had to get off the campus and back to the main road as quickly as possible. “Ready?” he mouthed.
Juliet adjusted her grip on her gun before she nodded back, she was ready.
They darted around the edge of the building as they tried to get their bearings. Every building and every path looked the same, Juliet’s head was spinning as Joel signalled for them to move more into the open. Her eyes were wide as Joel nodded reassuringly.
The bolted across the grass, heading for the path she now recognised from earlier. Juliet’s heart was banging against her chest but she kept moving, kept following Joel. He would get them out of this, she trusted him with everything she had.
“Got them!” a voice called from behind them.
Juliet’s head swung around but she kept running. They had spotted them, two men were headed in their direction.
Joel stopped suddenly and Juliet ran into him, her whole body shaking as she slammed against his hard chest. He grabbed her and pulled her behind him. Juliet struggled against his hold, attempting to stand beside him but Joel was having none of it. “Stay behind me and stay quiet,” he ground out, only loud enough for her to hear. Juliet grunted as Joel’s arm stretched behind him and held her against his back.
Juliet moved her head slightly so she could see around Joel’s arm. The men were closer now, Juliet felt Joel reach his arms up and fire a shot from his gun. She flinched as the sound rang out in her ears.
She heard a shout as one of the men fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Juliet tried to move around Joel to help take out the next man, but in the same second Joel darted forward, grabbing the other man in a headlock.
A sneer overtook Joel’s face as Juliet watched him strangle the man in his arms. She didn’t blink when she heard the crunch of his neck breaking. Joel let the man fall to the ground. Then he turned, facing Juliet, breathing heavily.
Juliet started to move towards him, her hands twitching to comfort him, to thank him for saving them again. She stopped when she noticed another figure darting towards Joel from behind.
“Joel!” she shouted, pointing behind him.
Joel turned just in time, grabbing the other man’s arm before he fired a shot. They struggled against each other, standing too close so Joel couldn’t shoot. This man was stronger too, Joel wasn’t able to take him out as quickly as the other two.
Juliet started to panic, her hands shook as she positioned her gun and tried to get a clear shot of the guy’s head. They were moving too much, it was impossible.
Juliet moved closer as Joel swung the man around, this was it, this was her chance.
She pulled the trigger.
The man fell backwards, his head smashing off the concrete ground.
Juliet gasped, finally catching her breath after holding it for so long.
Joel stood across from her, his mouth gaped open. His face was a strange colour, almost chalky, verging on pale. He kept his frantic eyes on Juliet as he started to walk towards her. When he took his first step he stumbled, Juliet mindlessly reached a hand out, desperate to stabilise him. But then her gaze slowly dropped downwards…
A knife was lodged in his side.
Joel’s eyes followed hers, instantly spotting the blade impaling his lower torso. He let out a rough breath before he raised his hand and gripped the handle of the knife.
A shot of fear fired through Juliet’s heart. She darted towards Joel, ready to pull his hand back.
“Joel, no!”
She wasn’t quick enough. Joel pulled the knife from his abdomen, leaving behind a fast spreading smudge of dark red on his green flannel.
Juliet caught him before he fell, her hands gripped his broad shoulders, holding him upright. Her face was caught in between his neck and shoulder, his skin was already so hot. Was it supposed to be that hot? Her mind spiralled inwards, trying to remember every medical tip Ethan had taught her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything other than the weight of Joel’s body as she kept him on his feet.
“We have to get out of here,” she groaned into his neck, her voice higher than usual. Panic started to grip her. She didn’t know what to do, where to take him, or how to help him. Juliet strengthened her hold on his shoulders and pushed away from him temporarily, her arms shaking as she turned and positioned his arm to drape over her shoulders as his weight rested on the left side of her body. She nearly screamed as his weight put pressure on her bad shoulder.
Joel’s head rolled off of her, he was gaining consciousness again. Juliet took this opportunity to start moving forward, Joel’s feet stumbling beside her own.
She willed her breathing to slow, she needed some clarity of mind if she was going to get them out of there. If she was going to save Joel.
Joel groaned into Juliet’s ear, his hot breath staining her cheek.
“Leave me,” he coughed out. “Get out of here.”
“Fuck that,” Juliet growled, her voice straining as they struggled across the grass, towards the path back to the road.
Joel coughed again. Juliet had no idea how bad his injury was, she didn’t get a good look at it, just grabbed him and started moving. What if he has internal bleeding? she thought. Juliet had no medical knowledge, she might have listened to Ethan ramble on about his training for hours on end but that didn’t mean she knew the first thing about healing a stab wound.
All Juliet could focus on was getting him off this cursed campus and finding somewhere to hole up, then she would look at his wound and figure out how fucked they really were.
She remembered that house they passed with the porch swing. It wasn’t far, they could make it. Juliet bit her lip, her teeth piercing the delicate skin until she tasted blood. The pain grounded her, dragged her mind away from her anxiety and back to the pressure of Joel’s body against hers.
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Juliet’s legs were about to give out.
With each shaky step, her body threatened to crumple onto the cracked pavement beneath her. Juliet’s legs struggled to support her own weight, let alone the hulking figure of the man draped against the left side of her body, with his arm locked around her neck.
Joel’s remaining consciousness was only visible in the slight shuffle of his feet, helping Juliet as she dragged his body along the street. Sweat soaked her forehead, dampening her hairline. Her breaths were short and rapid, a dizziness creeping into her head, staggering her brutal steps. Juliet risked a quick glance down at the pavement. Vicious red drops of blood followed them, darkening the ground in a trail of horror.
Juliet’s erratic breaths caught at the sight of Joel’s blood.
She tightened her hold on his body, her fingers digging into his side. She urged him, with the press of her torn nails against his flannel, to stay awake, to stay with her.
A bead of sweat dripped from her forehead down her face as Juliet’s mind repeated the same words, anchoring her drifting thoughts back to the burning of her weakening limbs: just a few more steps, just a few more steps, just a few more steps.
The house with the porch swing was in her line of sight, they were so close. Juliet couldn’t look behind her but she prayed with everything in her that they had killed all of the men at the University. She had no fight left in her.
When they reached the house, Juliet cursed as she noticed the porch steps. She wanted to stop and catch her breath before she attempted them, but she knew that if she stopped she probably wouldn’t be able to start walking again. Joel must have sensed, with some detached part of his brain, that Juliet was struggling and he managed to strengthen his steps, pulling some of his own weight up the stairs.
When they approached the front door, Juliet was able to offload some of Joel’s weight onto the wall so she could free one of her hands to turn the door handle. Joel’s entire face was coated in a worrying sheen of sweat, his colour still unusually pale. Juliet steeled herself to take his weight again as she dragged him through the front door. There was a living room to their left and they stumbled towards it. With one last push of her strength, Juliet removed Joel’s arm from around her shoulders and positioned his body so it would slowly tip onto the couch in front of them.
That didn’t go to plan.
Joel tripped over his legs and dropped to the ground beside the couch, his head just missing the corner of the coffee table. Juliet gasped, her hands covering her mouth for a brief, stunned moment before she bent down, pushing the coffee table away. She groaned loud as she pulled his upper body up to slip his bag off his back, sitting it beside her own as she contemplated lifting him onto the couch.
That was until her eyes landed on his face and she realised that he had completely passed out, there was no way she could lift him without support. Instead, she bunched up her jacket and slid it under his head, then rocked back on her heels and buried her face in her hands.
She had to think, try to imagine what Ethan would do in this situation.
Juliet removed her hands from her face and watched them tremble as she reached towards Joel’s abdomen. She bent down properly, putting her knees to the floor as she leaned forward and pulled back Joel’s flannel and the grey t-shirt underneath. Her breath hissed through her teeth when she saw the state of his wound.
There was so much blood, the bottom half of his flannel was almost entirely stained red. Juliet instantly pressed her hand on it, finally remembering what Ethan had said about pressure stopping blood flow. It definitely needed stitches, she knew that much.
Juliet looked around her as tears started to blur her vision. Now that she had stopped moving, her mind began to process everything that just happened. She choked on a sob.
She shook her head sharply, not letting her fear take over just yet. She had a job to do, Joel needed her. While keeping one hand firmly latched onto Joel’s wound, she reached behind her to Joel’s backpack, pulling it forward so she could rifle through it. Juliet knew Joel extensive first aid kit in there, he had had got it from Bill and Frank’s and used it on her multiple times over the past few weeks. Now it was Juliet’s turn.
Finally, her fingers felt the corner of it and she dragged it out of his bag. With one hand she rested it on her lap and popped it open. Inside was gauze, plasters, some sort of antiseptic liquid, and a suture kit. Relief flowed through her at the sight. Juliet looked at Joel’s face again, hoping he would stay unconscious while she closed his wound. She squeezed her eyes shut, put more pressure on Joel’s wound, then opened them, blinking away her hesitation and moved to pick up the kit.
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Twenty minutes later, Juliet sat back against the coffee table and stared at her handiwork. Her fingers had trembled with every stitch but she’d done it. Ethan would have been proud.
Her fingers were stained with Joel’s blood, Juliet couldn’t stand the sight of it. She pulled her water canister from her bag, took a swig, then poured some over her hands, watching as the water and blood mixed together on the wooden floor. The water had cured the dryness in her mouth but she needed something stronger. Juliet dug about in Joel’s bag again, pulling out his whiskey flask.
He had never let her have any, the whole time they had travelled together. She must have asked him at least five times and everytime he would shake his head, end of discussion. Now, though, she needed it.
Juliet welcomed the burn as the liquid slid down her throat, warming her insides. She struggled to take her eyes off Joel, watching his chest rise and fall in shallow breaths. Juliet took another sip of his whiskey. Surely he would wake up soon, he had to. Juliet refused to imagine a possibility where he didn’t open his eyes.
Juliet felt a hot tear slide down her face. She reached up to wipe it away and remembered when it was Joel’s fingers that grazed her cheek. “Open your eyes, Joel,” she whispered as another tear dripped onto her lap. She didn’t even wipe it away this time.
“Please,” she choked out. “I don’t know how to do this without you.”
Her head hit the coffee table again, her eyes squeezed shut, forcing the tears to pour from the corner of her eyelids. Juliet began to feel the warmth of the whiskey approach the pain in her head, dulling it a little.
She didn’t feel his touch at first, not until Joel’s hand circled her wrist, squeezing her blood stained skin. Juliet’s eyes blinked open, instantly meeting Joel’s weary gaze. His stare was piercing as it slid over her face and down her body, to the flask in her hand.
“Gimme some of that,” he croaked out.
A laugh burst from Juliet, her head spinning with how quick she sat up. She leaned forward over his body, her free hand reaching to cup his cheek, a couple tears dripped from her bloodshot eyes to his sweat soaked forehead. “Joel,” she breathed, smiling down at him.
Joel stared back at her with wide eyes, his gaze wandering over her face, hovering over her lips before he met her eyes again. She watched as he swallowed roughly. Then Juliet remembered his request.
“Here,” she said, circling her hand around the back of his neck to raise his head slightly as she tipped the flask to his cracked lips. Joel didn’t take his eyes off of her as he gulped the amber liquid. When he was done, she gently placed his head back on the makeshift pillow and leaned back just enough to rest her hand against his shoulder. Juliet didn’t know what had come over her, but she found that she couldn’t keep her hands off of him. She had to make sure he was really there.
Joel tipped his head forward to stare down at his wound, which was now covered in gauze. His eyes darted back up to Juliet’s, shock filled his features.
“You stayed,” he said roughly.
Juliet swallowed, letting her head drop in confirmation. “Of course I stayed,” she whispered. “I need you.”
Those three words triggered something in Joel, his fingers still latched around her wrist started to move, painting small circles against her skin. That electricity that always danced between them flickered and sparked with each swipe of his fingers. Juliet’s breath caught in her throat as she registered that dark look in his eyes. It must be the whiskey, making her see things. Because Juliet couldn’t possibly see desire shining in Joel’s eyes, it wasn’t possible. Joel was cold, stoic, heartless, he couldn’t look at someone the way he was looking at Juliet in that moment.
Juliet was definitely hallucinating when Joel’s fingers moved from her wrist up to her wet face as his calloused thumb grazed over the cut on her lip. A muscle jumped in his jaw as he stared at the blood now staining the tip of his finger. His gaze hardened. The danger lurking in his eyes didn’t frighten Juliet, it never did, it only made her want to move closer, to see what else hid behind his heated stare. She felt her body begin to lean forward, her hand slid from Joel’s shoulder to his neck then back up to cup his cheek, the rough hair of his beard pricking her fingers.
Blood started pumping in Juliet’s ears, drowning out her mind which screamed at her to sit back, to stay away from the wounded man on the floor, to run scared from the hunger in his eyes.
Juliet was never good at following orders.
She moved those last few inches towards Joel’s face, neither of them blinked as Juliet’s lips hovered over his. Their breaths mingled together as sparks ran across her vision. Then Joel moved, his eyelashes brushing against Juliet’s as he leaned forward to crash his lips onto hers.
Kissing Joel was brutal, hot, and messy. There was so gentleness, no softness, only the hard press of his lips and the savage way they parted for her. His hand moved to the back of her neck, circling her delicate throat with the press of his fingers, pulling her towards him, suffocating her on his lips. Juliet’s mind was blank, the screaming had stopped. She couldn’t remember the last time her mind had been so quiet. The roaring of her blood in her ears and the grunts rumbling in Joel’s throat were the only sounds that she could hear.
Her whole body burned, it felt as though she had swallowed the entire flask of whiskey. Joel’s lips were a drug she had resisted for so long, now that she had a taste she would never forget the feeling. Joel pulled her closer, squeezing the back of her neck. Juliet ran her hand through his hair in response, her fingers tugged on the dark brown strands. She could feel the hunger that his eyes had promised, it stroked the fire raging within her.
Juliet moaned against his lips and moved to press her chest against his, desperate for any sense of friction. She gasped as Joel let out a groan of pain, pulling his lips off of hers. Juliet threw herself backwards, her head almost smacking against the coffee table as her eyes darted to Joel’s wound. She had forgotten herself, forgotten where they were, forgotten what had happened.
The sound of their harsh breaths echoed in the darkening room. Juliet hesitantly reached her fingers up to graze over her swollen lips as she risked a glance at Joel’s face. His eyes were black. His chest moving up and down in rapid movements as he winced in pain.
“Oh god,” Juliet murmured against her fingers. “I’m sorry, I -” she grasped at an apology, searching for any words which would help explain her actions. Juliet couldn’t even make sense of what had just happened, how could she possibly explain herself to Joel? She forced herself to blink, looking away from Joel’s weighted gaze. Her mind was screaming again, embarrassment flooded her body in a dark red flush.
Juliet gripped the coffee table and stood, swaying slightly as her blood rushed to her head. She had to step away for a moment, find any remnants of her sanity to cling onto.
“I’ll be back in a second,” Juliet explained in a low voice as she moved to the living room door, making a very conscious decision not to look back at Joel. She couldn't bring herself to witness the disgust she was sure now linger in his eyes. Instead, she stared straight ahead as she stumbled out the room.
As she reached the front door, Juliet thought she heard Joel call after her. But she was already gone, stepping out into the chill evening air as the door slammed behind her.
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