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pessimisticoptimistsblog · 3 months

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AN: It’s been YEARS, possibly like a decade honestly, since I’ve written down a story idea, but I have like this incessant story bug in my brain. This series and Lucifer especially have me in a chokehold, so hopefully, this helps to ease the brain rot a bit… this is inspired by the series, obviously, but also by a clip I’ve seen of Supernatural that mentioned Nephilim and them being not accepted by heaven (I think? I’ve never watched SPN, so maybe I got the idea wrong, and the clip was out of context.. oh well, in this story, Nephilim exists, and heaven doesn’t like that.)

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8

This has been lightly proofread. I needed to get the idea down finally since it's been circling my brian since I watched the finale. Also chapter 1 is written! I’ll probably edit it a bit more tomorrow and post it by tomorrow evening. Anytime my oc is just signing and it isn't being interpreted by her assistant, it will be like this *text*. If her assistant is translating, then it will appear as regular speech.

CW: Not much yet, just some cursing

Summary: He claimed her mother seduced him, bewitched him with some devil-magic to make him fall for her, making her inherently evil. How else would a mere human have come to carry a half-angel? So he forced their offspring into hell, hid her amongst the “Losers,” and sealed her angelic half and her voice away so no one would ever know what he had done. With the extermination creeping closer to her doorstep and now being moved up, Madame C has finally had enough of her father’s hypocrisy. It’s time to leave the shadows and show Heaven and her father they’re not as great as they think.

Prologue

~ THE BEGINNING ~

Year – 1467

Quickly, wee one, only a bit further. We cannae’ risk being found!” The urgency in the older woman’s voice was barely masked, wishing the younger girl holding her hand could still think of this as nothing more than a game. The two slipped into a small cave opening, and the mother raised a finger to her mouth with a shaky grin.

Her tired brown eyes peaked out after a few moments searching the wood for any sign of the mob they had just outrun. The village they had only just reached a fortnight ago seemed to have decided the woman was a witch when they caught her using herbs to heal a scrape on her daughters knee. The village elder had gathered every able-bodied man and some women, armed them with anything sharp they could grab, and set the woman’s small home on fire. One had seen the “witch” and her daughter trying to sneak out of a window, and soon, the mob had begun chasing the two into the woods surrounding the village.

The woman scanned the trees half a dozen times, hoping and praying that some diety would hear her and the villagers would give up soon. She knew her daughter was growing weary, and at nearly 13, she was too heavy for the small woman to carry while trying to escape certain death. After a few tense moments of eerie silence and no sign of flames or shadowy figures, the mother breathed a small sigh and sunk into the wall of the cave. She looked to her side, seeing her daughters green eyes wide and scared – scanning her mother’s face for whether they would begin running again or if they were finally safe. For now.

In truth, the duo had been doing this for years. The young girl could barely remember a time they weren’t running or hiding, and she had only recently begun to grasp why. Witch hysteria was gripping the continent, and women healers and single women were being targeted. Someone like her mother, a healer and mother with no husband in sight, was no doubt evil and wicked. So the two were hunted, like animals, no matter how far they tried to stay away from civilization. This time, the mother had hoped to use a ruse of her husband dying on their travels to gain acceptance into a small village. It had worked for a short while until one of the older men tried to court her, and her rejection immediately put her under suspicion. Only a few short days later, their new home was behind them, and they had even fewer belongings than what they had come with, unable to grab much in their haste.

The young girl stared at her mother a few moments longer until a gentle, calloused hand began to smooth out unruly brown hair and a small smile stretched on the older woman’s face. Just barely gracing the planet for 28 years, the woman looked much older in this moment. So tired and broken from the last 11 years of running and hiding, unable to give her daughter the life she deserved, all because of a “man” that had promised her everything and then disappeared. The girl wanted nothing more than to ease her mother’s worries, put a stop to the need to run, and escape certain death. With exhaustion pulling her closer to sleep, all she could do at the time was collapse into her mother’s lap and cuddle into the last bit of safety she would feel for many years.

~ PRESENT DAY ~

Green eyes cracked open at the sound of a knock on the bedroom door. Red light was peeking through curtains, unable to break through the darkness of the rest of the room.

“Madame C? We’ve got breakfast ready, and Miss Carmine’ll be here in an hour,” a gruff voice called through the door before footsteps could be heard pacing away from the door.

The woman In the bed stretched before sitting up in bed and rubbing her eyes. Slowly rising from her bed, her feet softly padded over the wooden floors towards her small ensuite bathroom. After washing her face and getting dressed, she allowed herself to be enveloped in darkness, appearing to everyone as a shadow figure anywhere she went. The only visible part of her – green eyes and the short white gloves she wore so everyone could see her sign. The rest of her appearance she had found, after the first hundred years, was too close to her father’s for Hell.

Exiting her room, there stood a slightly buff hell hound watching the area around her door. He began to follow her to her office while speaking into an ear mic, “Madame C is on the move. Bring breakfast to the office.” Reaching the large double doors to her office, the first hell hound greeted another smaller, younger hell hound with a nod before they opened and shut the doors, allowing their boss through and positioning themselves on either side. Inside the office, the small shadow figure seemed to float to her desk, turning on a small light on her way and taking a seat in her chair with a sigh.

Not long later, a female hell hound came through the doors; dressed in leather and spikes, the only sign she was a secretary was the tray of food in one hand and a stack of files in another. The hell hound’s mouth turned up into a smirk seeing her boss slumped in her chair already. “C’mon boss lady, don’t tell me ya didn’t get any sleep? You got important shit to take care of today!”

Madame C gave a wry grin. When did she ever sleep well? She made a motion with her hand, waving off Nia’s question before signing to ask for the coffee on the breakfast tray. After setting the tray down and handing the coffee to her boss, Nia launched into a spiel about who had scheduled a meeting and why. Sipping her coffee, Madame C sat and listened to her assistant before a knock sounded on the office doors, signaling the start of another long day for the woman blanketed in shadows.

Hours later, Nia was absently scribbling in a notebook, bored out of her mind and not bothering to hide it. The meetings had ended 30 minutes ago; new contracts had been made, old ones were closed and paid out, and others would have to have bill collectors sent out to ensure clients paid their dues. Madame C sat back in her chair after signing checks for the hell hounds she employees, stretching her fingers out and rolling her shoulders to ease the ache that had settled in.

She looked at Nia with a small smile before tapping her desk to catch the young hell hound’s attention. Her white gloved hands began to move as soon as Nia looked up, *You should go. Beelzebub has a party tonight, right? Go.*

The female hell hound's head perked up, and her tail began to wag as she practically vibrated out of her seat. “Oh my Satan! Are you sure?! It’s supposed to be a big one tonight, so that’d be amazing if I could leave, like, now, but I totally understand if you need me! But, there’s also, like, this super hot guy that’s supposed to be there and I really want to shoot my shot, ya know? Ugh! He’s so fucking hot. I just-“

*Yes! Go! Please.* Hands moved quickly to cut the hell hound off. The green-eyed woman cut off Nia’s rambling, all but pushing her out of the office doors. Nia shouted a quick thank you, running off with the pile of envelopes leaving Madame C and the 2 hell hounds outside her office shaking their heads in amusement. The smaller demon looked between her 2 guards, signing that they should be heading home, too.

“You sure, ma’am?” One questioned.

“We don’t mind sticking around. Sinners are getting a bit braver with the next extermination coming up,” the other added.

*Go home, I could use the quiet. Plus, Carmilla left me a couple of new toys. I might enjoy a reason to test them!* White gloves signed as green eyes shone bright and sharp white teeth poked through a grin, accompanied with a short, silent laugh.

After sending the rest of her employees home, Madame C closed her office doors and collapsed onto a small couch to the side of the room, releasing a sigh. She had dreamt of that awful night again, the last time she had been able to hug her mother and feel her warmth. Her final moments of life before they came and cornered her and her mother. Before she was cast into hell and striped of her identity and voice. A gloved hand reached up to the center of her chest, where binding marks lay beneath her clothes.

One day, she’ll break the chains her father wrapped her in and show everyone just how evil he truly is.

Soon. Very soon. Were her last thoughts before she allowed sleep to claim her, hoping for no dreams to plague her tonight.

~I'm screaming inside. I hope ya'll like this at least a little. 🙏~

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader

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hbowarbabes · 3 months

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Letter from a Lover

John “Bucky” Egan x Roxanne Vernon (OC)

Summary: As Bucky sits in his barrack watching as the others receive letters, he’s surprised to find out there’s one for him.

Words: 1.2k

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Bucky sat in silence as he smoked his cigarette, staring out the small window at the snowy, barren landscape that surrounded the prison camp. The bitter cold air seeped through the cracks in the walls, chilling him to the bone. He longed for warmth, for freedom, for the sweet taste of home.

He never knew how much he’d miss Roxanne until now. He couldn’t just talk to her or take her out like he once did.

Roxanne was his lifeline, his safe space, his everything. Without her, Bucky felt like a man without a purpose.

As he sat, lost in his thoughts, a voice broke through the stillness. "Mail call!" a man called out, reading the names on each letter. Bucky didn’t think he’d be receiving anything from anyone.

“Okay. Uh, Murphy?” The man pulled one of the letters, handing it to the man sitting next to Buck.

“Finally.” Murphy took the letter.

“Murphy.” Once again, the man handed Murphy another letter. Two letters. What a lucky man, Bucky thought.

“Hamilton.

“Thanks.” From the other side of the table, Hamilton got up and reached for the letter.

“And Cleven.”

Bucky watched in despair as his friend received the last of the letters. That already confirmed what Bucky had been thinking. He wasn’t getting anything.

“Oh- there’s another.” The man rummaged through the box of letters in his arm, pulling out one last letter.

“Egan.”

Bucky couldn’t believe it. He slowly reached to claim the letter, still in a state of shock. His heart skipped a beat as the man handed him a letter with familiar handwriting on the envelope. Roxanne’s handwriting.

“That’s it, fellas.” The man, not having any more correspondence to hand out, left the cramped barrack and continued about his mail delivery to the other men.

With trembling hands, Bucky tore open the letter and began to read. As Bucky read, Roxanne's words seemed to leap off the page, painting a vivid picture of her life without him.

"Dear Bucky," the letter began.

“I hope this letter finds you safe and well, wherever you are. For the past few months, I thought I’d never hear your name again.

Recently, I was informed that you’re still alive. That’s the best news I’ve heard in months.

I know it's been a while since we last saw each other, but please know that you are always in my thoughts and prayers. I miss you more than words can express.

It hurts knowing that I don’t have you to keep me company or sing in that awful voice of yours. I never thought I’d have to say this, but I do miss hearing you sing.

The days seem to drag on longer than they should. Working at the clinic is the only thing keeping my mind off you. But even then, I still worry. Life feels empty without you in it.

Every day I find myself looking at our pictures and reminiscing about the beautiful memories we’ve shared. I can still feel your embrace and hear your laughter, and it always brings a smile to my face.

Sometimes I just feel so helpless knowing you’re probably suffering in some hellhole while I’m enjoying the luxuries of freedom.

My friends keep trying to convince me to go out. I did once. We went to the officers’ club one night, and I spent the whole night staring at the stage and the microphone, thinking back to the night we first met. It all feels so far away now.

There is something I’ve been wanting to tell you for some time now. I know this might come as a surprise, but I couldn't wait any longer to share this news with you.

I’m pregnant. You are going to be a father! I found out a few weeks after you left. Hopefully this news will cheer you up as much as it did for me.

I’m not working as much as before, but I’m still trying to be productive. Jean and Sandra are taking good care of me. They are always keeping an eye on me, maybe more than they should. It’s honestly pretty scary how they always know where I am and what I’m doing, but I know it’s all with good intentions.

As of now, I wait for the day that we can be reunited. I’ll write to you as much as I can. It’s all I can do to help pass time whenever I’m not working. It’s the one thing that makes it feel like you’re here with me even if you’re miles away.

You wrote to me, and now it’s my turn. It would only be fair for me to hold up my end of the deal. And it’s a deal I will take any day if it means I can keep your spirits up.

Please take care of yourself. I’d like for our child to have a father.

I am eagerly waiting for the day when I can see your face again.

All my love,

Roxanne.”

Bucky's heart nearly stopped as he read the last parts of the letter. Roxanne was pregnant, carrying their child. He felt a surge of emotions wash over him - happiness, fear, excitement, and a deep sense of responsibility.

As tears welled up in his eyes, Bucky couldn’t believe it. He had feared that the war would keep them apart forever, but now he had something to hold onto, a reason to stay alive and to make it back home.

He never thought someone like him would be able to have a future with a woman, let alone start a family. And now it was all happening. A part of him wanted to believe he was dreaming.

His friend Buck noticed the change in his demeanor and raised an eyebrow. “What’s got you smiling all of a sudden?”

All the guys looked at Bucky, eager to hear of whatever news got him teary-eyed.

Bucky looked up, his eyes shining with a mix of joy and apprehension. "I’m gonna be a father." he said, unable to contain his emotions.

The thought of coming home to not just Roxanne, but also their child filled him with a sense of joy. He couldn't wait to meet his child, to hold them in his arms and look into their eyes.

Bucky's mind raced with thoughts of how he would be able to provide for his growing family from inside the confines of the prison camp. How would he support Roxanne and their unborn child? Would he even be able to make it out of the camp alive to meet his child?

No. He couldn’t think about that.

As he tucked the letter away in his jacket, Bucky felt a renewed feeling of hope and resolve. He had to make it back home to Roxanne and their child, no matter what it took.

Knowing that Roxanne was pretty far along, and that he might not be there for the birth of his child hurt him like a stake in the heart. He felt terrible knowing that Roxanne would have to go through the pain alone. But like she said, she just wanted him to come home, and nothing more.

In the weeks and months that followed, Bucky held onto Roxanne's letter like a lifeline. He read it over and over again, committing every word to memory. The words on the paper were more than just some simple exchange. That was his future, all in that letter.

#mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air #john egan #bucky egan #major john egan #major john egan x oc #john egan x oc #bucky egan x oc

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factual-fantasy · 1 year

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I has 30 asks! :0

(Ask in question)

I’m gonna be honest, I took it that way. I thought it was a rude ask that was criticizing my versions of the Wario bros for no reason. Even though they’re still gonna be the flamboyant and comedic gremlins that we all know and love. And even if they weren’t, and they were gonna be completely new and gentle characters, so what? Its just an AU version of them.

But even so, I’m glad I responded to that ask. So that you had the chance to clear this up with me and so I didn’t have to block someone over a misunderstanding-

@crunchypotatochips-18

I imagine he likes some friendly company. But not to worry! He’s not lonely down there or anything, he’s got Gregory and Foxy to keep him company!

Also thank you! :DDD

It doesn’t fit at all actually- 😅

I have no plans for E.Gadd. And when the bros found King Boos mansion they were in, out and over with it in under a day :0

@pixelinrgb-rebirth (Post in question)

:D Yes! It is! And I’ve actually thought of some ideas already. Making my own ways for how the Iron Golems work, how the villagers work, why this mob does this, etc. But its mostly just been worlds with my OCs in them. Nothing about Steve yet. :/

As for the Power-Up/downs. There are no “power-downs”. Power-ups are supposed to be these items of pure energy, and although they can be dangerous, none of them explicitly exist just to cause harm. Like the poison shroom for example. That one exits but its not a Power-up. Its just a blatantly poison mushroom without any special powers behind it.

And when it comes to what powerups are in the AU, I only really add the ones from games that I’ve played. Soooo Mario kart Wii, New super Mario bro Wii, Mario 64 on the ds, super Mario 3D world.. plus a few others I bet I’m missing. Mostly mainstream games basically. No Paper Mario or partners in time or anything-

As for my AU’s name.. I haven’t thought of one yet ;-; ...

@scarftale-bryan

Me about to post Kirby OCs that was partially motivated by an ask/request-

@mister-jedblack (post in ask)

Happy Valentines day! And I hope to get back to the AU soon. I’ve been thinking about it everyday and am trying to really iron out Vanessa's storyline atm. Hopefully soon I can finally stitch this this thing back together and continue sharing it!

I haven’t played those games.. :(

But I wanted to add the wing cap from super Mario 64 on the DS. And I tried to think of ways to add the yellow super cape from the old games too :0

I’ve seen some screen shots of it but never looked into it, looks spooky! :0

I’m assuming you meant this post? If that’s the case I think I went off the idea that Sword was infected with a monster that was intended for Kirby.

A monster that caused crazy hallucinations mostly, and great pain in the eyes and head. I had a mini comic where Blade was trying to talk to him and he saw Blades face as distorted and grotesque. Scaring the crap out of Sword and making him either run or just cover his eyes in panic. Fun stuff! :D

@neeydrawls

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD I’m so glad to hear that you like my content!!

As for your questions, Monty is innocent. But he blames himself for Bonnie’s decommission. Something in Monty golf destroyed Bonnie. And because of Monty, they didn't have enough money to repair Bonnie. And because of Monty, the Glamrock era began. In which Bonnie was left behind.

Monty was never jealous of Freddy or Bonnie, and he still isn’t. He’s was happy with the way things were.. he wasn’t the one who hurt Bonnie. As for who or what did? That’s a mystery to be revealed later :0

Also. Bonnie and Foxy are supposed to be shut down. If workers saw them, they would be shut down again and put back in the basement. Or maybe even scrapped! :0 Also the workers could possibly find Gregory, which would not be good- Its also not up to the workers on whether or not they get fixed. That’s all up to the higher ups..

And the reason why Freddy is keeping Gregory a secret.. is because he thinks if Chica, Roxanne, Monty or the others saw him, they would call security. Which means Gregory would be caught by Vanessa and/or taken away by authorities. Freddy doesn't’ understand it yet, but he loves Gregory. And he wants to keep him safe, and with him. So he hides him from his friends in fear that he will be taken away. :( Also Gregory is terrified of the others so there’s that--

I haven’t planned out a scenario where Luigi dies and is revived. But if that ever happens? Mario would be devastated. It would just.. it would destroy him. Especially if he witnessed his baby brother being killed or wounded.. it.. it would just be awful.

I would like for Luigi to find a 1-UP, and then die in some horrible way- but I haven’t thought of anything super interesting yet. :/

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! THIS IS SO SWEET!! :DDD

@sneakysidekick

ASUIAUSDNVO THANK YOUUU IM WORKING MY VERY BESTEST JUST FOR U

I haven’t actually played those games before.. so I have zero knowledge on them :( But they look really cool! And I bet they’re really fun games :}

(Also thank you!! :DD)

AAA THANK YOU!!! Also I’ve been drawing for... basically my entire life XD some of my earliest memories are drawing tails the fox on sticky notes and in old school note books. Ahh those were the days.. where the only thing that existed to me was tails miles prower..

@bloonmonnie (post in question)

Yeah, I kind’a pictured domesticated/home grown Piranha plants (which is what Piñata is-) to have more of an animal level of intelligence. Like maybe that of a dog? She also kind’a just tends to mimic what Waluigi is doing. If Waluigi is angry and defensive Piñata is smart enough to know that she should act angry and defensive right alongside him.

If Waluigi is soaked in blood and is moving oddly slow.. well, she’ll get quiet and move slow too..

My favorite character from the Anime AND the games is Metaknight! :DD In the Anime he has a deep lore that explains why he’s edgy and it explains motives for his actions and its really cool- also in Super Star Ultra Metaknight was really fun to play as-

As for Kirby? I don’t really have anything outstanding to say about the lil guy. I like him as much as anybody else. He’s just a lil gumball, not my favorite character, but I don’t have any hate for him. :0

@noelianoe1

My last submas post was made in July 2022 :x So not recent..

I haven’t given them much thought actually.. I should look into that more :0

(post in question)

XD He’s to dumbfounded to speak at this point

I think they’ll mostly just be doing stuff in the background :0

@orchid-harmony

I have not actually! :0 Although I’ve heard a lot about that game, it sounds fun!

Ooooo adding Ashley is a fun idea! :D

@itschrisboys

There’s a lot of pain and fear on both sides really.

Bowsers entire world and view of himself was flipped on its head. He was defeated. By this.. person.. no, this thing. He now no longer feels safe in his own kingdom. He no longer feels strong enough to protect his kids..

And for the bros and princess, a lot of anxiety and sleepless nights are had. Mario and Luigi have to sleep in the same room lest they both suffer anxiety attacks. Even Peach, who is royal and posh, and has an image of strength and stability to uphold.. even she was tormented with anxiety. And could not sleep without her advisor Toadsworth nearby..

I don’t remember much of Villainous, but I remember liking Dr.Flug! 10/10 would recommend the wacky scientist man XD

(Video in ask)

I have not actually :0 but I’ve heard good things about the game! Maybe I should watch a play through sometime.. 🤔

XD Oh yeah, it was all fun and games being tall and strong.. until it wore off. And the muscle soreness set in :(

The only star powerups I have considered is the basic super stars that make the bros invincible. I'm not familiar with those other games and sorta forgot about the big stars from 64--

Basically. Its just the default star power-ups. Mostly because I’m not familiar with the games the other ones are from..

#my response #fnaf security breach #super mario bros

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whumpy-muffle · 26 days

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Medwhump May Day 4: Sedated

I've dabbled in writing fiction every now and then but this is the first time I've actually posted any of it. Couldn't really figure out a fandom for this, so OCs it is then (didn’t have enough fictional evil men in my life so I decided to make some of my own).

Tags/warnings: medical inaccuracies, drugged (for their own good), questionable caretaking, mystery illness, descriptions of what getting drugged feels like, referring to an adult as a ‘kid’, organized crime, mentions of bullet and stab wounds

Words: 924

@medwhumpmay

Vincent was worried. He was pacing back and forth in the upstairs hallway of the boss’s mansion. It had been three days since they had that unfortunate run in with a rivaling association. Three days in hiding.

He had had his hands full with helping his colleagues through their injuries. Vincent was the only one with a medical degree so of course he’d be in charge of that. He didn’t mind fixing up bullet grazes and stab wounds, those were normal in this line of work. But the man couldn’t help but worry about their youngest associate. Angelino was in pain. He didn’t get shot or stabbed but he had been in pain ever since they went into hiding. The kid had claimed it was just a migraine but the mob doctor had his suspicions. A migraine couldn’t really explain all of his weird symptoms.

Vincent gave the bedroom door another worried glance. The Don of their organization had been in Angelino’s room for a while now. Hopefully he’d be able to find out what was wrong with the kid. The old man had known Angelino since he was a toddler. Surely he’d know what was wrong with him.

Suddenly the door opened and the old man marched out of the room. He carefully closed the door behind him before turning to his underling. “Give him morphine,” the Don ordered.

Vincent was taken aback. “What? Why?”

“That’s not a migraine,” the Don said in a low voice, renouncing the excuse the kid had given them.

Vincent hesitated. “Shouldn’t I ask Angelino first?”

“Do you ask permission from our customers before taking care of them?” the Don agitatedly demanded.

Vincent tried to argue back: “But sir if Angelino dies–”

“I don’t want you to kill him!” the Don interrupted him with a hiss. “Quite the opposite, I want him to not suffer.”

Vincent looked on as the old man walked up and down the hallway, muttering to himself:

“He’s too stubborn for his own good, I can’t believe how skittish Jack made him, and his father, he really screwed him over with this.”

Vincent took a calming breath before speaking up: “Right. How much morphine should I give him?”

“Enough to knock him out, to give him a proper break,” the Don replied in a low voice.

So he’d have to sedate Angelino. If that was the only way to ease the pain and maybe finally figure out what was wrong with him, so be it.

Vincent entered Angelino’s room. The kid was lying in his bed. His long dark hair was splayed on his pillow and he had an exhausted look on his sickly gray face. He was clearly still in agony. During the first day Vincent had hooked Angelino to an IV since the kid had refused to eat or drink anything. At least the cannula would make the job easier.

Angelino suspiciously peered at Vincent as he made his way to his bedside. “Didn’t you have a meeting to attend?” the young man asked in a strained voice.

“Yes, I’ll get to the meeting once I’m done with this,” Vincent replied. He rummaged through the supplies he had stored in the dresser drawer until he found what he was looking for.

Angelino kept warily looking as the mob doctor pulled out a syringe, connected it into the needleless access port, and began pushing the mystery liquid into his IV line. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just flushing the line,” Vincent lied to keep the kid calm.

“Why?”

“To move the fluid through,” the doctor replied as he carefully finished pushing the morphine into the tube and to the kid.

It didn’t take too long for the drug to take effect. “Vincent, the hell did you do to me?” Angelino demanded. His voice was weak but the panic still radiated through.

“It’s going to be fine Angelino, it’s to help you sleep and to ease the pain. Just relax and you’ll feel a lot better after this. Nothing bad will happen to you, I promise,” Vincent comforted him. He sat down on the bed to make sure the morphine would give out the desired result. He swallowed down the guilt he was feeling for breaking the kid’s trust.

Angelino tried to fight against the drug but it was a losing battle. A warm and fuzzy feeling was spreading from his core to all of his limbs. His head felt like it was floating, the pain disappearing further and further into the distance as a tidal wave of euphoria rushed over him. The room around him was turning into a soft blur and he felt exhausted. At the edges of his consciousness he heard Vincent softly talking to him. He couldn’t make any sense of it.

Angelino tried his best to force himself to stay awake but it was no use. He had barely slept while being here and the part of him which ignored danger was begging him to just let everything go. It didn’t take long before Angelino’s eyelids fluttered and he became blissfully aware of nothing more.

Vincent watched as Angelino’s head lolled to the side as the morphine rendered the kid seemingly unconscious. He looked at his now half lidded glassy eyes. At least there weren't any thoughts or suffering behind them anymore.

After waiting for a few more cautionary seconds, the mob doctor stood up and made his way to the door. The Don was waiting for him, just outside the room.

“It’s done, he’s out,” Vincent simply announced.

#medwhump may #sedated #sedation #my writing #unconsciousness #whump writing #ficlet #couldn't really figure out the formatting #sorry

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bebepac · 1 year

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The Last Part

I am participating in @choicesflashfics prompt: If you think I’d ever love someone after you, then I have failed in showing how much you mean to me” will appear in bold.

I am also participating in @choiceschallenge-may2023 for engagement.

Thanks @peonierose for sending me an ask that helped a part of this fic come to fruition

This is the next to the last chapter of the Rotten Apple. I decided to make the final, the Wedding be it’s own chapter on its own. A lot of stuff is going to happen in that chapter. Sorry it has been so long since updates, hopefully, you will believe the wait has been worth it.

The Book: TRH

The Series: The Rotten Apple 🍎

The Pairings: Eleanor x Nico (Eleanor x M!OC)

Word Count: 2500ish

Warnings and ratings: Brief mention of mental illness/ Teen

Mood Music Monday Song Inspiration: The Call : Regina Spektor

Summary: Elle and Nico have their first huge fight as a couple. Liam comes to visit Ellie and her family in Greece.

Original post: 05/20/23 at 7:57PM EST.

She stared at him in silence focusing on his eyes; they were completely unreadable.

She could always tell what was going on in his mind when he let her see him. The two of them were identical in that aspect. He could hide his true feelings from her, if he wanted to, and so could she. The look in his eyes scared her, until they brightened, and twinkled at her and a smile filled his face and more importantly his eyes. He had the most endearing smile line crinkles, which in turn made her smile.

Elle sighed in relief.

“You’re happy.”

“Of course I would be! Were you worried?”

“We didn’t plan this Nico…”

“We didn’t plan Ana either, and I don’t regret how she came to be for a second. Are you sure? How long have you known?”

“Just since this morning. I took a test, two to be exact, because I have been feeling off for the past few days. Both were positive. My doctor would like me to come in to confirm. They might need to adjust some of my medications to make sure everything is safe for the baby, and for me. The earliest she could get me in is this Friday.”

“I would like to go with you. I want to be at every appointment with you. I don't want to miss anything. We both missed crucial points of Ana's life. Let's not make that mistake again."

The way he was looking at her now, enamored and proud, the way he gently caressed her stomach, was the way she had wished he had looked at her, when he had found out about Ana…. but those were different circumstances. Their life together was progressing in a natural way.

Wednesday

Elle rolled back over in bed, It was barely dawn. When she moved, she felt Nico's grip tighten around her. He softly kissed her earlobe and whispered softly in her ear.

"Go back to sleep, she's not up yet."

"Just because she's still sleeping doesn't mean that we have to."

"Mmmmm….wonder what's on your mind?"

Nico softly kissed her neck, nipping at her skin, grinding his hips into hers.

"Feels like the same thing that is on your mind."

Elle licked her lips pulling Nico's shirt off.

"A little delight to keep you in a good mood at work?"

"Yes, I love that idea."

“Then maybe you should lock the door?”

Nico jumped up quickly turning the lock before returning to bed with Elle.

Ana was out of school home with Elle for the day.

“Stay home with us Papa.”

Elle still had that nonchalant look that she always did, softly shrugging her shoulders, with a little smirk to her lips,

which had Nico grinning.

“I would if I could Honeybee, but you and Mommy don’t get many days alone together, and you two should take advantage of it.”

Nico winked at Elle as he kneeled for a moment to kiss Ana’s forehead. Then he stood and kissed Elle’s lips, grazing her stomach with a feather light touch.

“You could stay home with us, if you want. We don’t mind.” She emphasized the word 'could' to him to let him know he was wanted there by her.

“No it’s alright. Have a girl’s day together, and I’ll bring you each a surprise home later.”

Ana pushed Nico towards the door.

“Bye Papa!!!!”

Nico lightheartedly laughed.

“Guess I’m being kicked out then.”

“Have a good day.”

Elle smoothed down the lapels of his uniform tugging him close to kiss him once more.

“I’ll be back home soon.”

“With a surprise at lunch?” Ana chimed in.

“Mayyyybe.”

Both Nico’s girls watched him walk down the driveway to his vehicle. He gave one last wave as he drove out of sight.

Elle began her day of cleaning

entertaining Ana, trying to make it a special day just for them, unfortunately her stomach did not want to let that happen. Morning sickness happened throwing a monkey wrench into all of her plans. She remembered having bouts of sickness with Ana, but this was every day, now, multiple times of the day.

Elle was doubled over in the bathroom hugging the toilet when she heard the door open.

She couldn't speak as another wave of nausea hit her again.

"Mommy are you okay?" Ana's voice was full of fear.

"I'm just feeling a little sick. I'll be alright."

Ana burst into tears.

"Are you going back to the hospital?"

"No Ana. I'm not. It's not the same kind of sickness as before."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'll be out in a minute."

Ana slowly closed the door behind her, leaving Elle alone. Elle decided to make some more tea to make her feel better, better yet maybe it would be a good idea for her to just drink some every afternoon. Ana looked truly mortified at the fact that she was sick, and afraid of the thought of her going away again. They hadn’t told anyone about the pregnancy yet, and were waiting after Elle’s doctor’s appointment to share the news with everyone. She tried to cheer Ana up

before Nico came home from work to no avail.

Ana was still unusually quiet at dinner, and Nico being so perceptive and intune with Ana, noticed immediately.

"What's wrong Honeybee?" He playfully nudged her, smiling down at her.

She looked at Elle for a moment, then turned to him shaking her head, shrugging her shoulders.

Nico’s smile immediately faded, his facial muscles tensing slightly, an overwrought look taking over his face.

"Ana? What's wrong baby girl?" Nico was concerned.

“Nothing.” Ana whispered, still failing to make eye contact with him while picking at the food on her plate. Something was wrong, and Ana was upset enough that it was affecting her appetite.

"Don't lie to me. You look at me when I talk to you, young lady."

Because of the sternness to Nico’s voice, Ana immediately looked up from her plate.

"Tell me the truth Ana." he urged.

Ana's eyes filled with tears.

"Tell me Ana."

"Mommy's sick again."

Surprised flashed in his eyes as he dropped his fork, it hitting his plate with a loud clatter.

"Elle? What is she talking about?"

"I'm fine. I have been going to my therapy check ins. I haven't….seen him, Nico, I promise. I wouldn't hide that from you. You believe me right?"

Nico looked from Ana to Elle.

"What did you see Mommy do Ana?"

Elle gasped.

"Nothing! It can't be what you’re thinking! I didn't do anything Nico. I didn't."

Nico completely ignored her, focusing on Ana.

"What did you see her do, Honeybee?"

“Nico…” Elle’s voice was low, pleading and timid.

“I didn’t do anything…”

Ana looked at Elle. “Mommy…..”

"Nico…don’t do this."

Again, Nico ignored Elle speaking to Ana sternly.

“Don’t look at her. You look at me and tell me the truth.” Nico raised his voice. “NOW! Eliana. I mean it.”

“It’s okay Ana. Tell him whatever it is you saw.”

Immediately Ana’s eyes shifted to Nico’s.

"She was throwing up in the bathroom. She’s been sick a lot."

Relief washed over Nico’s face, and his smile returned.

"That's all you saw Ana?"

Ana nodded.

"Will Mommy have to go away again?"

"We should tell her then. I think it's time. We don't want her to be worried."

"You're right. She's scared."

"The reason Mommy is sick is because we have a baby on the way. Sometimes the baby makes Mommy's tummy upset."

"Did I make you sick when I was a baby?"

She looked between both of their faces, but Nico couldn't answer because honestly, he didn't know. Elle answered for him.

"I was sick a lot, but it was worth it because we have you now."

"And you know what this means Honeybee?"

She shook her head not understanding.

"You're going to be a big sister and you'll be able to help with the baby, like you do with Aunt Athena."

"Not with dirty diapers."

"Especially dirty diapers!"

Elle rose from her chair to walk around the table to Ana.

"I realize now how much I scared you, and how worried you were about me, and I'm sorry Ana."

"It's ok Mommy, I just want you to stay with us, with me. Don't leave me."

Ana hugged her middle, and Elle gently stroked her hair.

"Never again."

Later that evening in their room Elle was giving Nico the cold shoulder.

"Elle, I'm sorry."

“You really thought I had hurt someone? And that I wouldn’t care enough about our daughter to let her see me do it? Really Nico? Why am I even here if you have that little faith in me?”

Nico looked absolutely ashamed of how he had reacted. He took her hands, pulling her closer to him.

He was met with silence; Elle was livid with him.

"What do you want me to say? What should I say right now?"

She yanked her hands free from his.

"I wanted you to say you believed me! But you didn't Nico! You looked to Ana for a confession of my wrongdoing!"

"The truth Elle....is I thought it might be the baby. You told me they might have to adjust your medication and that would have been my fault. Your medication was working just fine before the pregnancy ....…. And you’re pregnant because I got carried away in the moment and didn't use protection. That was my fault for not being careful."

He wasn't winning her over, Elle still looked angry.

"Nico, what we are building is supposed to have trust as a foundation, and what you just did to me in front of our daughter was the antithesis of that!"

Nico hung his head for a moment.

"I know…. All I can tell you is the truth, Elle. I was afraid. Every single time I get too happy, something goes wrong. And I thought…this is it. Here it is. The proof that we were fooling ourselves thinking we could do this… be together after everything that happened between us."

Elle's eyes that were filled with tears met his.

"You feel like that too?"

Nico nodded.

"I feel like I don't deserve this. Like I don't deserve to be happy. But the only times I've been truly happy in my life is when I am with you."

She nodded.

"I agree, even when I was trying to fight it Nico. I know things are not perfect for us. Far from it. Maybe this is something we could think about working on together in therapy. Since it's something we both struggle with. Maybe it will help us both to work on it together."

"I've never been to therapy before."

"Never?!? After everything?"

"No, my family just looks at it a certain way. We deal with things on our own."

"Getting therapy doesn't make you weak Nico."

"I know that but…. It's just not what we do."

"Therapy really helped me, when I really made an effort and was honest with myself, along with taking the medication prescribed to me. I wouldn't be here now with you and Ana without those two things in conjunction. We should do everything in our power to make us stronger."

"I'll do this for you Elle. For us. We'll go."

"Okay."

Nico studied Elle's face.

"There's something else. Tell me Elle."

“The way Ana looked at you Nico. She doesn’t look at me like that. She’s never looked at me like that.”

“It’s because I've had to discipline her when she has misbehaved. It usually doesn’t take much more than a stern voice to get her back in line. Ana has a very sensitive soul.

She reminds me of your sister Liberty in that aspect. Like Liberty, Ana was trying to protect you. She loves you so much Elle. I love you so much. I'm sorry that I had such little faith in you when you are showing me every day you have truly changed.”

That Friday appointment confirmed what they had expected it would, meaning their little family in seven more months would have a new little baby boy or baby girl as a new addition. Nico had made a request. The first person he wanted to tell was her father. He wanted to invite him there for a visit.

Her father had agreed to come into town for a visit. In less than a week’s time he arrived on her doorstep smiling carrying a bag of gifts, and an even bigger surprise.

“Hi Father…. OH MY GOD!!!!! LIBBY!?!?!?”

"Hi Ellie!"

She made the first gesture giving Libby a hug first and then her father.

“Father, this is an amazing surprise. Thank you!” She hugged him again.

"When Libby found out I was coming to see you here in Greece, she wanted to visit too. You look very well Eleanor."

"Thank you Father. I feel better. Come in. Nico is not home yet, but he’s on the way. And dinner is almost ready."

"You're cooking?"

"Yes, I really enjoy it."

"It smells wonderful."

"Thank you."

“How are things?” Libby inquired.

"They're wonderful. I really love living in Greece, with Nico and Ana."

"You always did love Greece, even as a young child. Are you happy Ellie?"

"Yes I am. The happiest I've ever been in my life. It’s a dream come true.”

Ana came running up to Liam to give him a hug.

"Pappoús!!!!"

Liam kneeled immediately, catching her in a hug.

“My beautiful granddaughter. How are you?”

"I’m good!”

Father’s guard Tomas did a check around the perimeter of the house.

“All clear Your Majesty.”

“Thank you Tomas.”

“You look very well, Your Highness….’

“Thank you Tomas, but you can call me Eleanor, or Ellie.” She still liked it that only Nico and his family called her Elle. It felt very special to her.

They decided to eat on the patio since it was a wonderful night. Conversation and laughter filled the night air.

Elle smiled as her father heaped seconds of her meal onto his plate.

“Ellie, this is amazing. I’m genuinely in awe of your cooking skills, in such a short period of time.”

“Well, I’ve had the best teachers here, and I really enjoy it.”

Nico patted his stomach. “I’ve gained over four kilos since she’s been home.”

“And I don’t mind that at all. We both have gained some. The food just tastes better here.”

“But that’s happiness. You two are happy together.”

“We are.”

“Speaking of, would you mind taking a walk with me King Liam, there are some things I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Of course. Let me just finish….” He took a few more bites of the food from his plate.

“There is dessert father. Your favorite.”

“Let’s get this walk in Nico, it might need to be a spirited run.”

“We’ll start at a fast paced jog and see how that goes."

Elle and Libby laughed as the two started to jog down the driveway.

"What do you think they're going to talk about?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Libby stared at Ellie in silence waiting for her to connect the dots.

"You silly!!!! Father insists the two of you have an announcement to make since you invited him here. Are you engaged? I know you're not wearing a ring unless you’re hiding it? Are you engaged Ellie?”

“No, he hasn’t asked.”

“Would you say yes if he did?”

Elle opened her mouth to speak but Libby immediately cut her off.

“Of course you would! I don’t even know why I even asked that. Well if you’re not engaged….” Liberty’s eyes went wide.

“Are you pregnant again?”

Elle choked on her drink. “Why would you say that?”

“Could it be your mini me, that’s playing in the yard with your dog Icarus right now? You’re not denying it. And you’re drinking water, not wine.”

“So what? Nico is drinking water too. He doesn’t drink anymore. He only keeps wine in the house for company.”

“You’re still not denying it Ellie….”

Elle nodded. "Yes, I'm pregnant. He wanted to tell Father first."

"Think that's all Nico wanted to talk to him about?"

"I don't know, that’s all he told me he was going to tell him."

Nico and Liam

“I think this is a great spot to take a break.”

Both Liam’s and Nico’s jogs stopped, pausing at the dock. Both were relieved for the breather, neither were in the same shape they had been in when miles were easier to run and after a run, the two had spared for hours on multiple occasions.

Before Nico could begin speaking, Liam spoke first.

“How is Eleanor doing?”

“She’s fine, she’s happy here, with me and Eliana.”

Liam shook his head. “How is she really? We both know that’s how it started before, and then she started losing her grip on reality; she needed help.”

“She is really doing well, King Liam. She takes her medication daily, she goes to a therapist, we even see one together. This is the most emotionally healthy she’s been in a very long time. Honestly the both of us are in a better place because of it.”

“That’s really amazing to hear Nico. And how is she with Eliana?”

“Like no time has passed. Ana loves her mother as much as I do, which is why I wanted to talk to you alone.”

“Alright, what do you wish to talk to me about?”

“Elle has been living here with me and our daughter for the past four months as a family and the past two of those, we have rekindled our relationship. With your blessing, I would like to ask Elle to become my wife. I have had my mother’s ring for her all this time, and now I feel like we are ready for this. We’re having a family get together tomorrow night, and I would love to ask her while you and Liberty are still here visiting. She won’t say it, but she needs and misses all of you.”

“We have missed her too. I talked to Eleanor for a bit before you came home, she is very content with her life here with you. That’s all I ever wanted for her, was to find her happiness, and she has. You have my blessing Nico.”

“There’s more. We also wanted you to be one of the first to know. The home we are creating for ourselves, and our family is growing. We just found out last week Elle is pregnant.”

“Then congratulations are in order. I would have never thought the two of you then, would have found your way back to each other now. I remember telling Eleanor not to expect anything from you, because of what she had done.”

“I love her, and I see her even when she has the broken pieces, and she sees me, even though I have mine, and somehow this just works.”

“I see that now.”

Party at the Karahalios Home

“Who is he? Another of your cousins? You have so many I can’t keep track of them all.”

The young man had asked Liberty to dance for the fourth time.

“Actually no, he’s the son of a friend of the family. We’re not related.”

“He seems rather taken with Liberty.”

“A little too taken.”

“Father please! Let her have some fun.”

Liam crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m watching him.”

After more dances were enjoyed by all, Nico got the attention of the family crowd.

“Thank you everyone for coming out tonight, I can honestly say I’ve never been more content with the life I’ve been given and it’s all because of you Elle. Can you come join me please?”

“Go!” Liberty gently pushed Ellie, she looked surprised as she walked across the lawn to take Nico’s outreached hand, Ana stood by his side.

“If you think I'd ever love someone after you, then I have failed in showing you how much you mean to me. Together we have made a family and a happy home. The time we spent apart did both get to this moment. I found love in your laugh Elle. And we both know, and remember a time when you didn’t laugh or smile a lot. But that’s over now, because I’m here, we’re here. It’s just us Elle. It’s always been us against the world.

You are a loving mother, and you have put Ana first, from the moment you found out about her existence. Even when I couldn’t see.”

“What are you doing Nico?”

“What I should have done the moment you walked back into my life again. I love you Elle. I love everything about you, including the little broken pieces, that somehow heal when we’re together, in both of our hearts.

Say yes to the next question I’m about to ask you, because I need you to, I want you to, and I believe you might want to, too.”

Elle’s eyes filled with tears as Nico got on one knee.

“What is your question?”

“Elle, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I will marry you!!!”

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Fear Me Or Die: Ch. Six: Don't Trust a Cop, Day 2

Pairing(s) for chapter: Oc(s)&Reader, Optimus&Reader, Ratchet&Reader, IronHide&Reader, CliffJumper&Reader.

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Word count for chapter: 6.3k

Rating for chapter: Explicit

Warnings for this chapter: Violence, blood&gore, curse words, police

A/n: (from Ao3): B) Back again again again boyz, it's time to part-ay hart-ay! We got the next chapter here for you! And guess what... GOT THE OFFICIAL HEIGHT COMPARISON DONE!!

That's IronHide, and Cliff Jumper!

Then the height comparison: From left to right: Optimus (Of course), IronHide, CliffJumper, BumbleBee, Derek, Ratchet, Jazz, Arcee, and reader!

It's all of them! Once we get a little further into the series, (Currently taking a small break, maybe a week break from writing fmod so I can focus on work and a personal novel), I'm going to get more characters done. No spoilers on who they are, though, of course! it makes me really happy to see people gen liking this series. I don't plan on abandoning it like I did so many other projects, I promise, I'm still fully invested into this one. Anyway, love yall ;3; ttyl see you in like two-three weeks! (Sorry for bad cliffhanger, but also not >:) )

Everything around me was intense. The thundering, slowly becoming darker by the minute sky above was still storming, still raining and keeping my freezing body shaking. I was walking in the direction BumbleBee had told me, the cold wind making the rain feel like hail on my skin, I tried my best to not think about it. The sticks, pine needles and stones underneath me was like walking in hell itself, I whimpered with each and every step.

The forest felt like it never ended, the storm above caused everything to be gloomy and dark, I found it hard to look straight ahead, instead looking down at the ground. Mother nature was anything but kind to me today, and I'm starting to think it might have been a sign. But I was at least thankful for her for the cover she provided me from my scent that they could detect, if she didn't Arcee probably would have found me, and only lord knows what she would have done to me...

I couldn't see past a hill some ways away from me, and I dreaded the thought of going over it. I was already exhausted, let alone bleeding everywhere. I struggled toward the hill, looking up at it then looking back behind me. No one was around, no one to kill me. Well, at least that's good. I blinked back to the hill, taking in a deep breath through my nose and exhaled out my mouth. I was tired, soaked, scared and freezing. And now I had to push myself more. For normal people, this would be easy... I had a hard time believing I couldn't do this regularly. When I started to force myself up and over the hill, I used every ounce in me to push myself to my limit, grunting with each climb, feeling my mind spin and stomach turn.

I reached the top of the hill, looking out when something came up my throat. I fell to the ground on my knees, throwing up the sandwich I ate earlier. I kept heaving up food till nothing came up, my stomach empty again, making my sight blur with panic. I choked and coughed, gagging on stomach acid and when it finally stopped, I tried so hard to catch my breath. The rain washed away the snot and spit dripping from my face, but the awful taste in my mouth was horrid.

I battled to stand to my feet again, but I was persistent. I was going to get out of here even if I die trying.

But my silent prayers for help from any god out there was answered... The road! Behind the hill was pavement, a proper road that wasn't made out of gravel, and I could feel my body shake with excitement. I dipped down and slid down the mount to the road, looking both ways and to my left was a giant sign facing adjacent from me. I made my way to it, wanting to see what it said on it, hopefully showing how far civilization was.

When I approached it, I put a hand up to shield my eyes from the rain.

'Next Exit 60 miles'

Oh... Great...

I flicked my eyes across the pavement, instinctively looking both ways as I stepped onto it, surprisingly feeling it was warm, aiding some relief to my slowly deteriorating skin on the bottom of my feet. I started to make my way down the road, hoping not to see someone I wouldn't want to...

I wondered if there would be any cars that come by, would it be safe for me to get them involved? I need a ride to safety, but I don't want to ruin their chance at life. Getting more people killed is not on my to-do list.

The bandages on my hands were drenched, and when I looked down, I saw the red spilling out on them... Great, now it's not only just my feet, but my hands too. I'm going to need one hell of a doctor, and pray to the lord that I don't get on the news! If they even get a general idea of where I am, I'm a goner.

I couldn't tell if a rumbling I heard was thunder, or if it was a car. I was nervous to look behind me, or even look up from the ground in general. Petrified that I'd get caught and killed. But when I heard it approaching faster by the second, my terrified eyes blinked up from the ground. Coming through the rain was a old Jeep Cherokee, and I instantly knew I was safe. I rushed to jump into the pavement, flinging my hands up and I heard the car's wheels squeak on the wet road, quickly coming to a stop in front of me. I could see as the wipers were at high speed, a man and woman in the driver and passenger seat. The man got out the car, making sure to stay behind the safety of the door.

“What the hell are you doing?!” The man yelled.

The woman got out too, also staying safe behind her door. “Are you okay?!” She shouted.

I could feel my words get stuck in my throat, I could feel my head rushing, my heart was deafening in my ears, the world around me spinning faster and faster, and within only a few seconds... I passed out in front of them.

I was dead, wasn't I?

I killed myself by running away.

I'm in the void of death, nothing around me, just pure darkness. Yet... My mind is running at top speed. I couldn't hear anything, or... Could I? I knew I couldn't see. But I could hear faint voices. Them being far away, but the more I lay there, the closer they got.

“Mommy, she's bleeding!” A high pitched male voice said, telling me he was young, no older than 9 by the way he talked.

“I know honey, make space, she's sick.” Said a female voice, hers being soft and understanding.

“Angela, get in the back with her, I don't want her to wake up and hurt the kids.” A different male voice said, he was older though. Probably in his late 20s, possibly early 30s.

“Kayden Alexander, you look at this girl and tell me she's going to hurt the boys!” The female sounded angered.

“It's okay daddy, I can protect Peter!” Told the same small boy.

“Alright. Angela get in, we gotta get going. She looks dead.” The older man rushed.

“Let me check her pulse again.” The woman's voice came closer to me, and then stepped back. “She's alive, but we need to get her to a hospital... She still looks familiar...”

I heard the sound of a door slam, and that shook me enough to jump in my seat, taking in a enormous breath through my mouth and into my chest, eyes jolting open and looking around.

“You're okay!” The sight of a dark skinned female, her hair long, dyed red and curly said. “Take a deep breath, you're okay.” She calmed, but I looked around, finding myself in the back of a old looking car, what I guessed was the one that stopped for me. A young cool colored skinned boy next to me, holding what looked like a orange nerf gun at me. Behind him was a baby car seat, a small child sleeping in it. A white man in the front seat, looking at me in the rear view mirror with great intensity.

My breathing was harsh, one hand gripping the door handle, the other gripping the top of the seat. “Calm down sweetie, you're okay. We're taking you to the police.” She was cool and calm, putting up a hand as she leaned over the passenger seat, slowly reaching over to pick up the nerf gun the child was holding and pulling it to her lap.

“Why are you bleeding?” The child asked, and the mom shushed him viciously.

“Don't mind him, he's just nervous. You're okay.” She calmed me again, but I knew I needed to relax... There are children present, I can't get them into trouble.

“I-...” I released the tension from my chest, trying to sink into the seat behind me. “I... Ran away from my husband.” I said, surprisingly honest.

“Oh goodness...” The mom cursed, putting a hand to her mouth.

“Why?” The boy asked again, not even being phased by my fearful face and bloodied, beaten body.

“Micheal Alexander, you shush up now.” She hushed the boy, but he just leaned back, still not worried.

“We don't have any phones.” The dad suddenly said, answering a question in the back of my mind.

“Yes, we're coming back from a camping trip, but we'll get you safe, honey.” The mom comforted.

“What did your husband do?” The kid tilted his head, and the mom almost shushed him again but I beat her to it.

“He... Tried to hurt me. But I got away.” I simply stated.

“Is that how you got the purple stuff on your neck?” His boyish lisp was adorable, but the questions he asked were awful.

I brought a hand to my neck, softly feeling the deep purple bruises... Just lie. Don't get these people into danger.

I opened my mouth to say something, the mom catching me off guard with a gasp. “You're the Decepticon girl, aren't you?” She whispered, kind of to herself... I felt my heart drop, my breathing hitching and I coughed out loud. She looked to her husband, telling him to, “Drive faster...” Under her breath. When she saw me looking, she rushed to say a quick, “We'll call the police, just try to stay calm. You're bleeding a lot, we don't want you to lose too much blood.”

“They've been looking everywhere for you.” The dad said. I looked out the window, seeing a sign say 'Next Exit 45 Miles' Well, at least we're getting closer.

I remembered they were looking for me on the TV this morning, but it's surprising that even people without TV's or phones know about it.

“I've been trying to get away...” I mumbled, blinking down to my hands and finally putting them to my lap, feeling a little more relaxed.

“Bless your heart...” The mom said. She kept her eyes on me, and so did the young boy, he put his arms under one another like he was studying me. I tried not to keep eye contact with any of them, worried they will see me as a threat. They're already doing so much for me, helping me get to safety wasn't something everyone would do... What I guessed was the mom's motherly instinct kicking in. She was sweet, trying to make sure I know they're not dangerous, nor that they would call someone bad, if she knew them, that is.

I looked to the boy next to me without turning my head, thinking if I had the courage to talk to him, or would the parents get offended...?

“You're brave for protecting your sibling...” I tilted my head up for a second to nudge to him, feeling a small smile form on my lips when he sat up and looked to his mom for confirmation. “What's your name...?” I asked softly, leaning over to my door to give him space. He looked to his mom again, and she nodded to allow him to answer me.

“M-Micheal.” He answered, and I felt my heart lighten at his nervousness...

“Ahh, Micheal...” I started, tilting my head to the side to not seem intimidating. “Do you know what Micheal means in the bible?” I asked, a gentle tone to my cracky voice. He shook his head. “It means, gift from God.” I quoted. He perked up, a faint grin morphing on his childish face. The mom reached a hand out to him, and he took it, a small moment that I helped create... I felt a little happy, though I knew these moments would be shortly lived.

“Tell her your brothers name.” His mother encouraged, and he took his hand away from hers, leaning the other way and putting a hand into the car seat, offering it to his baby brother.

“His-His name is Peter.” He answered shyly, I smiled more, answering him again.

“Peter... A good name. Strong name. You know Simon Peter was one of the three...” I started.

“The three?” He asked.

“The three closest to Jesus, the three chosen ones. Jesus had many disciples, but James, Peter and John were his closest... “ I stopped, thinking on my wording. “You can always have multiple friends, but the three you know as your best, will always be your closest.” I answered. My quotes on the bible were nothing compared to a preacher, but the years of my mother reading me it each and every night as a child always made my day better. So what I was taught from it, I will always remember.

“What does Peter mean?” He asked, and I brought a hand up to my face to fake scratch my chin in thought.

“It means a stone. Or a rock. So I guess that means that Peter is as strong as a rock, doesn't it?” I said, trying my best to lighten the darkened mood. He nodded vigorously, looking back to his baby brother and holding a finger out to his tiny hands, which Peter grasped. “You care for him a lot, don't you...?” I said lowly, and he glanced back at me, then back to his brother. He smiled greatly at him, and I felt my heart flutter.

“There's no hospitals or police stations for the next 50 miles, we might be able to call someone at the visitor center.” The dad interrupted, shaking me back to reality.

Okay, stay calm. There's probably a payphone or a phone in the center that we can use. If not, we might be able to use the phone at the front office, if there's anyone there, that is. When I looked out the window, I saw that the rain had stopped finally. It seems mother nature might finally be on my side, either that or she's preparing me for something...

“I'm sure there is a state trooper somewhere on the highway, we just need to get there. The visitor center is six minutes away, if we want to try there first...?” The dad asked, and I looked up from my thoughts.

“That would be great, thank you.” I replied, feeling myself lighten. I'm free at least, thankfully. I'm safe with these people, what are the Autobots going to do? Kill a baby? I think not. They're bad people, but they can't be that bad, right? I'd fight tooth and nail for these people, they saved me. “Mrs., Mr.?” I asked aloud, the dad looked at me through the rear view mirror. “Thank you... You guys didn't need to take me in, and... I'm thankful. I probably would be back there again if it wasn't for you...” I thanked, and the woman laid a caring hand on my knee, squeezing it and smiling gently.

“We did what God told us to do.” She answered, and I nodded.

When the mom pulled back and sat properly in her seat, I looked down at my hands, studying them harshly. I knew I was safe, but everything inside me told me there was something wrong. I felt like I was running straight into a trap, if it be when I get to the police station, or at the center... I felt terrible, scared out my mind.

No. Stop. I'm safe, I'm not in trouble, I need to calm down. Everything will be alright, don't think about the past, I'll be safe with the police, they can't get me there. I'm alright, just calm down. Don't worry about it, we're fine.

“We're gonna be okay, kid.” The dad said, pulling me out of my horrific thoughts. I looked up to him to see him spying on me in the mirror. I blinked a few times, looking to the boy who was playing with his brother, to the mom who was looking at the dad, and the dad who was now focusing on the road ahead. When I blinked out the window, I took in a breath and saw the sign, 'Visitors center next right' And when I noticed us moving off the highway, I straightened myself and looked out of the front window, seeing us pull into the lane and stop in a parking spot.

When the dad turned off the car, I looked out to see a bunch of truckers, a few cars behind the semis, nothing was bad, so why am I so afraid? The mom got out, opening the door for me as it had child safety lock. She went over to the side the children were on, I watched her take out the baby and let the kid get out. I slowly got the courage to stand up, my feet still bleeding out of specific spots, my hands as well. I began to rise, and the dad rushed over to put my arm over his shoulder to help me stand, luckily he was on the shorter side, helping me walk to the sidewalk and sit on a concrete bench. I looked up to the mom as she had the baby in her arms, the dad whispering something in her ear.

“We're gonna see if they have a phone in there, do you feel comfortable enough to stay out here alone?” Asked the mom, and I looked around, seeing a few cars that I couldn't name, and when a specific oversized truck caught my attention, I bit my tongue.

I didn't want to be a problem, I didn't want them to have to stay out here with me, or take me back to the car. What if they didn't trust me alone in their car? I don't want to make them uncomfortable... Dammit...

“I'm-... I'm fine out here.” I said, though it was a god awful lie, I even stuttered...

“We're going to go see if they have a phone in there, be careful, okay?” She told, and I nodded, watching them start to make their way to the main building. And I was left outside. But I was anything but comfortable. The car in between two semis was the black truck that I saw back at the cabin. It could have just been any truck, maybe I'm remembering it wrong, but they looked identical. The license plate was on the back, making it impossible to read it and remember what it was... I was terrified, if they were in that building, they'll have to come out and see me. And since the raining had stopped, my smell was back again.

There was a few people getting out their cars, all people I didn't recognize, thankfully... It made me wonder how many of these people could realize that I was the girl on the news. I wasn't sure if I wanted that or not. The looming thought of the Autobots being in the building, the more people who notice me, the more people are at risk.

There was another family of four that came out of a van, except they had a little girl instead of a little boy. She was adorable, having on a pretty little yellow dress and princess rubber sandals. The mom was carrying a baby, no older than a month, probably just born within the past couple weeks. She was precious. I use to wish I could have a child, but now I don't think it would be good. I would be on the run my entire life, it would be unsafe to bring a child into the mix.

Jesus... I'm going to be on the run my entire life... How was I going to explain to the police that I found the Autobot's leader? How was I going to explain to ANYONE about it? Everyone I know could get me killed. Because of the TV, they know what my mother looks like. The whole US is looking for me, let alone the rest of the squad. I'm sure the police will believe me, but how do I know they don't have insiders? It's dangerous no matter where I go. With my parents. The police. My boyfriend. All of it is dangerous. I can die no matter where I go. Hell, I don't even think I'm safe here. The mother promised me I would be safe, but promises are meant to be broken...

“Hey!” I jumped at the sudden shout for my name, looking to the direction of the voice and seeing that it was the dad. I struggled to stand, knowing that they needed me for something. When he jogged over to me, he instantly put my arm over his shoulder to help carry me. “There's a state trooper and a EMS worker in there, they're talking to Angela right now about getting a ambulance out here. They're gonna drive you to a hospital!” He said excitedly, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Oh thank god, a trooper! They tend to be more believing of people rather than regular police officers.

I limped my way up the sidewalk to the main building, seeing the doors and feeling a rush of excitement wash over me as I entered into the building. I looked around frantically for the trooper, expecting to see a man in a uniform, but I only saw four... Figures...

“Over here officer!” The dad shouted, and turning around was... Optimus...

My legs collapsed.

“Matthew, help her.” Optimus told and CliffJumper came to help pick me up. I could tell he was holding down a grin. He threw my free arm over his shoulder, forcing me to stand and I almost went limp in their arms.

All I could do was stare and walk towards Optimus, Ratchet and IronHide. I watched as Optimus was facing me, a still, soft smile on his face like he was amused by me, but serious with the family. They took me to Ratchet, who lifted my chin and looked down at me from over his nose.

“Put her on the bench, I need to check her out...” Ratchet said, obviously despising the fact that he gets to see me again, and in such rough shape too. They led me to the bench next to a line up of magazines and fliers. I sat down and stared up at Ratchet with wide, petrified eyes, my mouth slightly ajar, looking like a idiot. He kneeled down before me, allowing me to see Optimus come over with a small notebook and pen in hand.

“Run me through what happened before you saw her.” He asked.

“We were driving from the state park's camp ground, it was raining and we couldn't really see too far. The trip went well, no bears or wolves showed up this time! But there was a camper in a RV that said they saw this girl on the news, and they said to keep an eye out of her on the way back to the city.” The mom said.

“And where did you say you found her?” He asked the mother, and she readjusted the baby in her arms.

“Probably 40 or 50 miles away from the state park campsite, we were just coming back from a family trip.” The dad came to her, pulling the small boy to his side. I couldn't believe he was playing these people like a goddamn fiddle!

“Did you find her in this condition?” He asked, paying my awestruck expression no mind.

“Worse, actually...” The dad scoffed, the mom shushed him.

“She passed out in front of our car, Kayden almost ran her over!” The mom said, shocked.

“And where did you say she came from?” Optimus asked.

“We're not sure, we think she might have been walking the roadside since the camp ground... That's where we heard about her missing for the first time, another camper said he saw her, but we just assumed it was on the news.” She replied.

Ratchet was too busy undoing my bandages, what I knew for a fact was him faking looking at me, as he wasn't actually doing anything to me. He looked over his shoulder a couple times from the corner of his eye, making sure no one was watching. I was still dead silent.

“Around what time did you spot her?” He asked.

“Um...” She looked to her husband.

He rushed to answer. “Around 2:20.” He stated.

“Is there anything that happened during your drive here, anything usual? Cars tailgating you, other people on the side of the road, possibly a hitchhiker?” He asked, and she shook her head.

“No, nothing like that. Everything was normal besides the fact that she was scared to death!” She took in a breath, looking over at me with pure concern.

“You said you think she might have been at the camp ground... Did you see any signs of her there?”

“No, not at all! But there's no other places that she could have come from! Besides maybe that old cabin camp ground, but that place has been abandoned for decades! Oh jeeze, do you think they were holding her there...?” She whispered the last part.

“We visit that area regularly, ma'am. Kids nowadays want to start fires, or have parties around there. You've heard the legends around that area, I'm sure.” He comforted. She gasped.

“That horrid ax man, I'm sure of it! I've heard the stories of those poor children going missing, but... I was never sure if they were true or not.” Her voice was dripping with concern.

“Most of the legends are fake, but there have been dozens of reports of families going missing back when the cabins were populated.”

“Oh thank goodness... We've always thought of taking a look around that place, but from what he know it's locked up, right?” She asked.

“Correct ma'am, we keep a tight hold around that area, as it's a big fire hazard with all the old clothes and sheets in the cabins. But luckily most of them are caved in or already burned down.”

“You're doing an amazing thing for the girl, sir.” She thanked. Optimus nodded the entire time, and when he realized he had enough information, he closed the notebook and clicked the pen, stuffing them both into his back pocket. I looked away from him for just a second to see IronHide on the phone, obviously being sneaky and not wanting them to hear. Cliffjumper was standing next to Ratchet, his arms crossed and eyeing the family, seeming awfully distrusting.

“Thank you for reporting this, you probably just saved this girls life. Lord only knows what she went through out there. You're her guardian angel.” Optimus praised, holding her free hand lovingly.

“It was all God's work, I knew there was a reason we needed to come out here. God has her in his sight.” She looked to me and smiled gently, I just kept my eyes on Optimus.

“Johnathan, is she okay?” Optimus said, referring to Ratchet. He took in a breath, fake stress as he stood and shook his head.

“She's lost a lot of blood. Her wounds are full of dirt and will most likely get a severe infect if we don't get her to a hospital soon.” He answered. The mom gasped, putting her free hand to her mouth and tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Will she be okay?!” She came to his side and put a hand on his shoulder. He put a caring hand on hers, trying to comfort her though I knew he was lying.

“If we can get her home, she'll do just fine.” Jesus, these guys were award winning actors...

“Get her to the car. We already have EMS on the way, we've got it from here.” Optimus said, and the mom went in for a hug.

“What was your name again, officer?” The dad asked.

“Demetre Finley, Sir.” The dad reached out his hand and shook it, the both of them sharing a small moment. He turned from the couple and went to my side, his back to them and winking down at me for a second before turning back around to face them. “Do you need help to stand?” He said, hinting at the first time me and him talked alone. I couldn't help the small tears forming in my eyes, opening my mouth properly but nothing came out. Just pure shock filling my body and face. He nodded and dipped down, picking me up bridal style and beginning to take me out of the building and away from the couple.

“Please...” My voice squeaked, barely even a whisper it was so small. I watched them disappear from my sight, the mom waving to me and the dad holding his son tight.

CliffJumper opened the door, allowing for Optimus to walk through, and just like that... They stole me again.

They took me away from everyone, Optimus saying a quick, “Keys, Ratchet.” And Ratchet handed them to him, his huge hands having no trouble in taking them while holding me. They took me away from the walkway, back onto the pavement and towards their car. When he was away from seeing eyes, he threw me over his shoulder, and it was then that it hit me like a train. I choked on the words in my mouth, pushing myself up and on his shoulder, seeing he was taking me to the truck.

“Wait- No no no- Please- No-” I began to beg, but CliffJumper ran up behind Optimus, putting a hand to my mouth and shushing me with his other.

“Shhh, baby. It's alright, don't make a scene.” He hushed, and I stared, stunned that they managed to take me again.

Optimus opened the back door, practically throwing me into the seat. I stumbled up, fear lurking in my mind as CliffJumper climbed on the stair and pushed me back, sitting in the seat closest to the window. I jumped again as IronHide opened the opposing door, shoving me back and I was forced towards CliffJumper, who elbowed me. I sat up again, this time only sitting in the middle seat, breath on edge and staring intently towards the front window. Ratchet got in the passenger seat, and Optimus got in the divers. He took no time with starting it, but stopped when he looked over his shoulder.

“Andy?” He barked.

“Already here.” IronHide answered.

“Take the kids.” He replied darkly, I jumped, looking between IronHide and Optimus frantically.

“Wa-Wait- Nononononono, you-you can't hurt them-!” I whimpered, Optimus interrupted.

“You should have thought of that before you ran away.” He said, then put the truck in drive and began our way back to the cabin.

The drive back was intense. No one dared talk, the livid Autobot leader was staring darkly at the road ahead, his grip on the steering wheel deathly tight, and if looks could kill, all four of us would be corpses. He was enraged, and no one wanted to mess with him. Occasionally I would see IronHide look over at me, or CliffJumper sneak a glance, but nothing prepared me for when Optimus glared at me from the rearview mirror. I was a goner, I knew I was.

I couldn't move a inch from my seat in any direction, the two people beside me hogging up their seats and some. My knees were latched together, my hands sealed to my lap, I stared intently at the bottom of the center consul.

How was I going to make it out of this one? I'm a dead man walking.

I was ossified to my seat, not even thinking about moving, let alone talk. Everything felt like it was in slow motion, watching my life go by so passively, I didn't know what to do. I was going to be six feet under their cabin, and there wasn't a damn thing stopping it.

The mother told me I was safe. The dad told me it would be okay. So why am I here? How am I here? How is this even possible? Being caught twice in a week by the Autobots... The second time being an accident. I knew it was a trap, and I ran straight into it, like it was perfectly planned. Was this BumbleBee's idea all along? Did he call in and have them watch me? All I know is I'm heading back to my death.

We got to the driveway, it being obscenely long as we drove down it. I looked up to the front window without moving my bowed head, the outside going slower as we had to go through gravel. I felt the rocks in the road making the car bounce, I tried not to bump into the two men around me. I took in a breath through my nose, trying to be silent as I saw the cabin approaching. I watched CliffJumper and IronHide hold onto the door handle, preparing themselves to jump out as soon as the car stops. And when it did, the two doors rushed open, darting out like there was a bomb.

I watched Optimus take the keys out the car, throwing them to Ratchet who caught them and they both got out. I was still too scared to move, but when Optimus went to the door to my left, he instantly reached in and grabbed for me. I jumped out of my skin, falling on my back and trying to crawl away from him, but he gripped my ankles, yanking me towards him and grabbing the shirt on the back of my neck. He dragged me out the truck, me falling out as it was tall, but he gave me no time to catch myself, pulling me along side him, my knees and legs scraping on the gravel.

I was a doll in his hands, dragging me along him as he barged into the cabin. “Autobots!” When we were fully in, he threw me to the ground. I caught myself on my stomach, looking up to see BumbleBee, Arcee, Jazz and... Derek. He was alive!

Optimus stomped his gigantic boot into my back, slamming me to the floor, and my face hit the wood.

“You have 1 minute to explain yourselves.” He bellowed. All three of them rushed into action.

“Me and Jazz went out for a cigarette-”

“I was just having a ciggie when-”

“Then Bee came out being all angry-!”

“Then we heard a shout from the woods-”

“But I found Jones with a AX-”

“The lake was empty so I went back to the shack-”

“We beat Jones up because, I mean, he shouldn't have ran away ANYWAY-”

“I just went back to the cabin with Arcee-”

“THEN WE LOST HER!”

“THEN WE LOST HER!” The both of them said in sync.

All three of them went silent. I couldn't see BumbleBee properly with my head plastered to the ground, so I tried my best to listen. Derek was across from me, his head bowed, his face slowly dripping blood, a pool of it on the carpet he was sitting on next to the couch. Praise the lord, he's at least alive... For now.

Optimus went silent, looking to Derek, when he asked a low, daring, “This was your idea?” His voice was laced with anger, every part of him pissed off and ready to kill.

Derek looked up slowly, He only could see out one eye, his nose completely broken, and lips busted to high heaven. His breathing was slow, he was obviously exhausted. I wanted so bad to get up and help him. He looked to me, his expression not changing, probably unable to. He blinked back to Optimus, then nodded.

“Derek... No...” I whined, but Optimus wasn't ready for me to talk, he put his boot on my face, squishing me and I whimpered.

“You take full responsibly for this?” He barked, Derek stared. No, he'll get killed, I can't let this happen...

“Derek...!” I cried, a little louder, not caring what would happen to me. Optimus ground his boot into the side of my face, and I sobbed.

Derek kept his eyes on Optimus, unwavering, an expressionless face and blood seeping out through his entire body. I was in sorrow, I could help him, I could save him! I lost him once, I can't let him go again.

“Please!” I choked, and Optimus about had it with me, he took his boot off my face, but I couldn't react in time for him to kick me in the stomach. I coughed, gagging at the feeling of stomach acid coming up my throat.

“Answer me, Jones!” He snarled, and put his boot on my back again. I tried to push myself up, thinking I could outsmart him, but he slammed me back down, now putting more pressure on me.

Derek wasn't fighting, his hands tied behind his back, his legs underneath him as he sat on them, the unforgiving, enduring stare made every inch of me cry out. He was giving up, he couldn't fight anymore, he knew he couldn't win this, and it was killing me.

Derek nodded, a slow, gentle nod. Optimus straightened himself, looking around at all the quiet, dead still people. They were terrified, and rightfully so. I couldn't move, I couldn't get up to help, I was stuck here with these heathens.

Optimus looked to IronHide and CliffJumper who were at the edge of the living room, his glare intense.

“Drown him in the lake where they found him.”

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ujimoo · 1 year

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For Tonight, For The Weekend, Forever. | KSM [TEASER]

synopsis: going home for your childhood friend's wedding was the easy part, however, facing him was something else entirely.

pairings: seungmin x fem!reader, jisung x OC, chan x OC.

includes: past love, first love, angst, best friend!Jisung, weekend romance, heartbreak, second-chance romance. (maybe some I've missed)

WARNINGS (for the whole piece): mention of mature themes, suggestive - implied sex, but no actual smut. mature jokes (one death joke, sex jokes), drinking, mentions of eating and multiple restaurant 'eating scenes'. maybe more that I've missed.

word count (of teaser): 707

estimated word count of official fic: 25k (ish)

a.n. AAA this is the teaser for the longest fic I have ever written for tumblr. This original idea comes from the song Tis The Damn Season by Taylor Swift, however, as you'll be able to tell, it's changed a lot since the original idea. I have a larger more meaningful author's note for the actual fic, but to keep this short for now, I just want to say a big thank you to Galaxy from @plutominho. They've been a massive help through this fic and this wouldn't be finished or even half-written if it weren't for their help.

a.a.n. let me know if you want to be added to a tag list for when the official fic gets published!

Release Date: 25th December (hopefully)

permanent tag list: @soobin-chois @curlytxe @treetops68 @minniee-bear

FULL FIC NOW RELEASED

You weren’t sure how you ended up aimlessly wandering around at some house party. Gwen had dragged both you and Jisung there as a way to 'celebrate' the that it was the beginning of the final year, but she promptly went off somewhere leaving you and Jisung alone. That was until jisung saw something or someone and disappeared without you even knowing.

Sure parties were fun, and you liked a good party now and then, but as you stood idly, on the front porch, hoping to catch a glimpse of either of your best friends, the party had lost its spark.

The air was still cold and your knitted jumper did just a good enough job of shielding you from it, but even with your sweater paws, every now and then a shiver would run down your spine. You wondered if it would be a good time to walk home. Sure you knew, that it was dark and it was a dumb and dangerous idea to walk by yourself, especially without informing your two best friends, but even after an hour at least, you still hadn't found them.

It was boring, you were bored. You just wanted to go home and find something to watch and prayed that you kept yourself warm enough so you didn't catch a cold.

"You alright?" You jump at the sudden voice next to you and turn around to see Seungmin with a concerned look on his face.

You knew Seungmin– well knew him a bit, you had had classes together all throughout high school, but something in you changed within the last year that made you look at him differently. You weren't sure what it was exactly, but something about him made your heart flutter.

"I'm okay," you smile. "I lost my friends, I thinking of heading home." You laugh at your words.

"On your own?" He asks and you nod in response. "But it's dangerous, what if something happens?"

"Eh," you push your lips into a thin line. "What's the worst that could happen?"

"A lot of things?" He responds to your rhetorical question.

Turning your body to face him, you smile. "I'll be fine, plus if you're worried so much you could always walk me back?"

Seungmin blinks and the sides of his mouth lift into a smile, one that makes your own even wider. You shocked yourself at your own confidence, but what surprised you more was the fact he agreed.

"Okay," he hums. "I'll walk with you."

"You sure?" You ask, pointing casually at the front door. "Not worried about leaving the party so soon?"

He shakes his head and motions for you to lead the way. "Nah, the party doesn't seem to compare now."

The walk back with him was an experience like no other and Seungmin is almost charming, showering you with compliments. Saying how the walk back with you is more fun than he's had in the past hour and a half he had been back at the party.

So when you slow down and stop outside of your house, it's sad. You didn't want to part ways with him just yet, this was the most you had spoken to him in one go, and you didn't want it to end so early.

Turning to him once again, you smile. "Thank you for walking back with me."

"Thank you for your company," he smiles.

Looking up at him, your smile doesn't leave your face and his own seemed to mimic yours.

You couldn't tell how long you had both been standing there, looking at each other, but just like the walk, you didn't want it to end. He steps forward, leaning his face closer ever so slightly and whispers. "Can I say goodnight?"

Butterflies erupt in your chest as you question, "In what way?."

“A special way, with your consent of course,” he responds.

He doesn’t wait for you to finish nodding.

Your first kiss with Seungmin is short and sweet and you can taste a hint of cola on his lips.

It didn’t matter that you had nothing to compare it to, but something in your heart knew that you'd never want to kiss anyone else if it wasn't Seungmin's lips on yours.

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ha-e-l · 1 year

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Eclipse - Chapter 1 [Cod MW2 x OC]

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Here it goes! No idea when I’ll be posting more, but hopefully semi-regularly. Enjoy! CW: Cannon typical violence near the end

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To say that I was nervous about this team-up would be a severe under exaggeration. I am fucking terrified.

Joining teams like this could lead to so many different outcomes. Of course the hopeful one is that everyone gets along and works together to successfully complete the mission, but that isn’t a guarantee.

It is no secret that being in special forces you have to work to prove yourself, no matter which country you’re fighting for. So joining a brand new team, who had no idea what my skillset is, meant that I will have to start the process all over again. My only saving grace is that I have one ally coming with me.

König and I have been working together for about 5 years, and I can say, without a doubt that I trust him with my life. Standing at 6’10”, with broad shoulders to match, and the constant presence of his mask, people tend to find him intimidating. They avoid deeper connections with the man out of fear, and intimidation. But under that dark mask, he truly is just a big softy.

In the grips of battle, he is confident, and task-focused; willing to do whatever it takes to finish the mission and come home with his team. Out of the line of fire, however, that confidence bleeds away, revealing the anxious mess of a man below. And god could I relate to that.

It’s so easy to be brave when any minute could be your last, but in the quiet domestic moments, that bravery is nowhere to be found. Moments where ordering a drink in a busy café felt harder than being confronted with the barrel of your enemy’s gun.

And maybe that’s why we bonded so well, we could understand each other's mindset. Understand the hardships that we encountered without judging each other for it. And it does help to have someone there who understands what’s happening, it chips away at the fear until it’s no longer an all-consuming entity, and instead something small that can be tucked away for later.

But this was a rare occasion where that fear couldn’t be tucked away. I was facing it head-on, and at any minute it would reach its crescendo, and the new team would walk through the door in front of me.

König was joining us later, as he had a meeting with our director to inform him we had made it safely to the base. I, for whatever reason however, am on greeting duty, and König gets to push it back until later. I’m not sure which one I would hate more. At least this way the bandaid was being ripped off for me. König has to dwell over his late entrance.

“Sheiße.” (Shit) My leg won’t stop shaking, and I look to the ground, resting my arms across the top of my thighs as I fold my hands together, fighting the urge to fiddle with my knives. My heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest, shaking my entire being with it as I wait for my merry group of men that I will be teaming up with. I take deep breaths, attempting to calm myself, and when that dosen’t work, I curl even farther into myself and hold my breath.

I release my breath quickly when the door to the room I was in opens, and four men walk in. My reaction is slowed by the lack of usable oxygen flowing to my brain, but as all four men come to a stop next to the table, I rise from my seat, shaking my hands out as I make my way toward the group, scanning them over as I near.

I had memorized their information when we were assigned this team, and I am now putting information to faces. Or in the case of one man, information to mask. The white skull was glaring against the black balaclava that he wears, and there is no question in my mind that this is Ghost. The man who never had a photo taken of him. But who was I to judge? I had spent the last 5 years partnered with a man, and I had never once seen his face. Everyone had their reasons for their quirks, and I’m sure it’s no different with this man.

“Good to finally meet you, Sergeant. I hope you had a nice ride over?” Captain Price steps forward, extending his hand for me to shake, which I do.

“Good to meet you as well Captain, and yes, it was a good old military transport.” I smile slightly, trying to convey that I’m making fun of the transport that we were all used to, and I am relieved when the Captain gives a short laugh before turning to the others behind him.

“Sergeant, this is Gaz, Soap, and Lieutenant Ghost. Gentlemen, this is Sergeant Eclipse.” I give a nod to the men and receive two in response. It’s weird to hear my code name in English after so long, and I’m was hoping my discomfort is hidden well enough. “Our other new addition will be joining us shortly, but until then, I have new intel for you all to look over.” He produces five manila folders and sets them down on the table, taking a step back as the four of us move to pick one up and begin reading.

The silence that filled the space was neither awkward nor comfortable, just present, and it was beginning to make my shoulders pull tight. The manila folder is light in my hand as I look over the information. Mostly blueprints, some numbers for personnel, and any background we had on them. My hip is cocked to the side, my other leg pointed away from my body. My back is curved as my shoulders hunch in around myself, blocking my neck from sudden attack as I stand prone in the small room.

About 5 minutes later, there is a soft knock on the door that causes all of us to look up and spot the hulking frame of my partner as he ducks through the doorway. He shakes hands with Captain Price and is handed his folder before they turn to face the rest of us.

“Fellas, this here is König, our second transfer.” I cringe slightly at his pronunciation of König’s name and feel my eyebrows draw slightly together as I wonder why he translated my name and not his. With a pat to the back, König is stepping toward me, and comes to a stop at my side, looking down at me. It’s only when he stands this close that I realized he looks taller than usual, and I straighten my posture, standing to full height next to the man.

“So Klein.” (So small) He raises his hand, ruffling my hair. And while I may not be able to see his face, I know damn well that is a smile in his eyes. I push his hand away, glaring playfully at him as I give him a good punch to the side. His shoulders shake with a silent laugh as he turns to his folder, and I return to mine, re-reading the entire thing.

Five minutes later, everyone is done processing the new intel, and we all gather around the table again. My hands rest in the arm holes of my vest as I wait next to König to hear what we are to do next.

“We have roughly three days before we ship out, so use this time to get yourselves in order, whatever that means for you. But you better be ready when we leave.” We all nod, and Price leaves the room, Gaz following after him. Soap turns and makes his way toward König and I, stopping in front of us. He isn’t short by any means, but just about anyone looks short in comparison to my quiet friend.

“What’re they feedin’ you back t’ere” Soap’s accent was thick, but not to the point of misunderstanding. Ghost steps up behind the man, and I can see the wheels turning in his head as he sizes König up. I can also feel the brush of König’s arm as he tenses behind me.

“Potatoes mostly,” I say, letting my arms fall to my sides, looking between the two men.

“That so?” Soap asks, a small smile on his face. I let one claim my face as well, and nod. “We were about to head back to the barracks if you wanted to tag along?” He tilts his head to one side, and I am reminded of the dogs we had back on base.

“That would be wonderful, thank you.” My accent is thick to my own ears, and I wonder if he is having the same thoughts about my accent as I am about his. He gives a nod, smile still on his face as he moves toward the door. I follow, König behind me, and Ghost behind him.

Once we are out in the open, we switch to walking side by side, creating a line as we walk toward what I could only assume is the barracks building. Soap chatters as we walk, explaining where the mess hall is, but that they have a small communal kitchen space where we were free to make food if we felt inclined. He also explained that there are communal showers, but that the showers in the gym were single stalls. I smile at that, glad to hear that I could have some privacy while on base.

The doors to the barrack building are heavy steel, guarded with a passcode lock, that Soap quickly tells us the code to.

Once we are in the main hallway, I see the small communal space that Soap had mentioned and spot Gaz leaning into the fridge there as we walk past. Soap points out the door to the gym as we pass it, then pushes the door to our barracks open. Inside there are six single cots, all with the same dull green blankets and white sheets. Next to each bed is a small nightstand with a lamp, and at the foot of each bed, there are metal boxes for storage. It’s simple, but it’s familiar.

With three beds on each side of the room, the space feels symmetrical, and it is a welcome view. The beds on the far end of the right-hand side of the room contain our bags, and I’m not sure how to feel about getting the bed closest to the corner, and farthest from the door. But, these are the cards I was dealt, and by god I’m going to play them.

“Thank you Soap, your tour has been very helpful.” I try to give a small smile, but Soap just looks confused.

“Are you bein’ serious? Or ‘re ya messin' with me?” He asks looking me over as König moves to his bed to dig through his belongings.

“I assure you, Finsternis(Eclipse) is being sincere,” König says, back turned toward the three of us that are in the room with him. I smile as he looks over his shoulder at us, eyes catching the light and shining through the slits in his mask. Soap smiles back at us, and makes his way toward his own bed, directly across from König.

The day proceeds smoothly, and soon I am wearing a white shirt and black shorts as I pull my blanket up to my chest and turn to face my partner in the bed next to me.

“Schlaf gut, mein Freund.” (Sleep well my friend) I say, smiling slightly at the large man attempting to fit into the bed.

“Schlaff gut.” (Sleep well) He responds, and we both click our lights off.

Soap and Gaz are already in their beds, and working on turning their lights off as well. Price is puttering around the foot of his bed, moving things around, but he is dressed in his night clothes, so I expected it won’t be long until he too is in his bed. Ghost, however, is nowhere to be seen. His bed is the one directly across from mine, so as I lay there, waiting for sleep to engulf me, I have nowhere to look but at that empty bed. He keeps his corner very tidy; so tidy that I wonder if he sleeps somewhere else, and avoids this space altogether.

Eventually, when my brain begins creating different scenarios of what he could be doing instead of sleeping, I decide to close my eyes, turning so my back is to the gap between the wall and my bed, and I can open my eyes and see over König and Gaz and watch the entrance to the room. With my eyes closed, sleep comes easier, and I fell deep into the darkness, the sounds of Price’s piddling fading away.

Pain. All I could feel was pain. Radiating from every point of contact with the men surrounding me. The knife sticking out of my thigh wobbled slightly as one man flicked its handle, and I groaned at the pain, biting my lip to try and cover it.

“Still nothing?” The man asked, leaning over me. I collected the spit in my mouth, tainted with blood, and spit it directly into the man’s face, watching as the pinkish liquid slid down his cheek.

“I’ll never tell you anything,” I said, staring up at him. But his smile curled on his face again as he waved another man over.

“We’ll see about that.” The man that came over held a car battery, and two jumper cables, and I could feel my skin prickle with the anticipation of the electrical current I knew was about to flow through me.

“You can stop this, just tell me what I want to know.” The man said, grabbing the cables and touching them together to create sparks. But I stayed silent, watching as the cables moved closer and closer to my chest, which was exposed except for the tank top I usually wore under my shirts. When the cables finally made contact, the pain was searing, and my silence broke as I screamed out in pain.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #cod mwii #141 #gender neutral mc #gender neutral oc #gender neutral reader #no use of y/n #könig mw2 #könig #modern warefare ii #könig x oc #könig x reader #haeL

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practically-an-x-man · 7 months

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Sick Day

For @can-of-pringles, I'm so sorry you haven't been feeling well but hopefully this will make it a little better?

Pairing: Arith x Iriel (not my OCs)

Word count: 1,138

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Arith trudged into the kitchen, his eyes half-lidded and steps dragging as he made his way up to the counter. Fixing his coffee was easy enough, though his fingers felt heavy and uncooperative.

"Are you feeling alright?" Iriel asked, already seated at the table. Arith ran a hand over his face, trying to coax his brain to spit out a thought or two.

"Hm. No. Think I'm coming down with something." he mumbled, taking a long drag of his coffee. Iriel made the best coffee, but today it hardly tasted like anything. At least the steam helped clear out the congestion settling into his sinuses - for the moment.

"You can't get sick, you're a demon." Iriel pointed out.

"Would you tell that to my corporeal form, then?" he huffed, "I'm sick, angel. You think I'm making it up?"

"Well... no," she agreed, "But I think it could be psychosomatic."

"Please. Infernal brains are too powerful to be swayed by mortal psychology."

"Tell that to the Slap-Chop in the cabinet."

"The infomercial was very convincing!"

Iriel laughed, high and bright and succeeding in drawing a brief smile from him. She shook her head, then waved him over to the table.

"C'mere, let me see if you have a fever."

Arith obliged, setting his mug down and crossing the room to join her. As soon as he sat down, she placed one hand on his shoulder and pressed the other to his forehead. Her lips pulled into a faint frown. Even worried, her golden eyes seemed to capture the sunlight trickling in from the window.

"You definitely feel warmer than usual." she decided, her hand sliding down to cup his face before falling away. "Maybe you should take it easy for a while."

"That's what I've been saying." Arith grumbled, wincing at the gleam of midmorning sunshine. He'd woken up with a headache, and the light was only making it worse. His bones ached. Sick or not, he was sure he'd be getting nothing done today.

"I think I'm gonna go back to bed." he muttered, ducking away from the sunlight. He'd been compared to a vampire probably hundreds of times in his immortal life, but it had never felt more accurate. If he stayed out here too long, he thought he might simply crumble into dust.

"Alright," Iriel said, "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks, dear."

He wandered back into the bedroom and all but collapsed onto the bed. With his body aching and his sinuses clogged with congestion, he could hardly find a comfortable position. But finally his weariness dragged him under, and he drifted off.

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Some number of hours later, Iriel's soft voice pulled him back up to wakefulness.

"Oh, that can't be comfortable."

Arith groaned, shifting upwards and blinking the grit out of his eyes. Somehow, he'd managed to fall asleep on his stomach, with one leg twisted over the other and his head propped up on his arms. When he shifted, the muscles all along his ribs twinged from the awkward position. His right hand had fallen asleep.

He flipped himself around, rubbing his eyes and propping his body up against the headboard, and found Iriel standing by the side of the bed.

"It's nearly two. I made soup." she said, sliding onto the bed beside him. There was a cup of broth in her hands, which she handed off to him as soon as he had a hand free. He took a sip, inhaling a lungful of aromatic steam as he did.

"Mm. Thank you." Arith mumbled, managing another sip. He wasn't sure it would help much, but he hadn't eaten anything all day and knew he had to get something into his system. Besides, it was good soup.

"Have you tried miracling it away?" Iriel asked, rubbing her palm in slow circles over his back as he worked his way through the cup of broth. Arith found himself leaning into the touch, sighing faintly.

"Don't know that I have the strength for a miracle right now."

"I'd offer to help, but I think divine magic would only make you feel worse." she said, sounding a little forlorn about it. She never liked seeing him hurt, and he supposed this fell along the same vein.

"You're still helping." he insisted, "The soup helps. I'm really glad you're here."

She hummed a little at that, and leaned in to kiss his forehead. Arith smiled.

"Do you need anything else?" Iriel asked.

"I don't think so," he said, then reconsidered, "Well, maybe some water?"

With just a snap of her fingers, Iriel had a glass of cool water in her hand. She handed it to him, taking the empty bowl of soup as she did. The broth had settled his stomach a bit, and Arith downed the water quickly. Already he was starting to feel a little better, thanks to the extra sleep and a little food.

When he'd finished with the water, Iriel took his glass and disappeared into the kitchen. She wasn't gone long.

As soon as she returned, she reached out and brushed his hair away from his forehead. Her fingers were gentle as she once again checked his temperature.

"You still feel warm."

"Not much else to do but wait it out." Arith said, "Sleep it off."

"Well, I'll wait it out with you." she replied, slipping back into the bed beside him and tucking her head down onto his shoulder. Arith didn't move away, but he didn't move closer as he usually would.

"Nah, Bambi, I'll get you sick too. I'm alright."

"Ah, I'll miracle it away before it sets in." Iriel argued. It was enough to make Arith relent - maybe not his wisest decision, but after thousands of years spent at a distance, he'd take as many of these little moments as he could get. So he pulled his arm around her and rested his chin against the top of her head.

This time, it didn't take much for him to fall asleep.

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The rest of the day passed by in much of the same. He slept as much as he could manage, and spent the rest of his time pushing fluids and eating a few spare meals. After a few hours, he felt well enough to move from the bedroom to the couch, though he still found himself dozing.

But it paid off. By supper, he felt well enough to manage a trip out, and he shared a lovely meal with his angel. His day, as poorly as it started, grew much better in the later hours.

Just as he suspected, Iriel woke up sick the next day. Arith spared only four seconds to tell her "I told you so". The remaining twenty-three hours, fifty-nine minutes, and fifty-six seconds were spent utterly doting on her.

But what else was new?

#my friends!!!#my writing #not my ocs #arith #iriel #arith x iriel #fanfic #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens ocs

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lovelywingsart · 11 months

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//AU// Warning (pt. 1)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Yup, you read that right- a two parter! Because I couldn't decide on how to do this. :'D Ah well.

Maybe not the best, but like I said, I'm blowing through these decently easily now! So hopefully there will be more soon! ^^

This one also had a small plot hole but here's hoping Clever Writing™️ covered it up ALSHSGDLAFH-

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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Warnings?: Bargaining, injury, mild mention of child endangerment (might add more later when I'm not completely exhausted ALSJAKSF-)

Summary: A bargain with one father leads to a test of trust with another. From mercy to warnings, the fight for their lives has only just begun; and they have a long way to go.

Emelia fell to her knees with a *thud*, her breaths coming as short, pained wheezes. It hurt... Everything hurt... The bullets that pierced her skin had left her bleeding along with the somewhat healing knife wounds that still throbbed with each beat of her heart, sending her body into shock.

She couldn't. She couldn't fight anymore. If she did, she knew what would happen. If she did, she knew she'd-

Her thoughts were halted as another mix of sounds pricked her ears- sounds that brought instant tears to her eye as she attempted to keep herself still and upright, desperate to allow herself to heal quicker.

Shuffling steps, and a reloaded gun.

She looked up at Ethan, the solemn look on his face giving away his reluctance to pull the trigger his finger currently rested on, even if the gun wasn't facing her entirely.

"... Don't make me do this..." he said quietly, his own voice hoarse from exhaustion and pain.

Suddenly, she broke.

All she could think of... all she could see was her son. His face, his fear, his own worry for his parents even as the place was falling around him.

The father jerked back as she let out a sudden, choked sob.

"... Please..." she managed, her voice weak and wavering despite still being warped. "Please don't hurt him..."

Ethan stared at her, a look of near pity on his face as her body trembled. She didn't want to cry... She didn't want to beg. She didn't want to seem at all weak in front of this man on the off chance he wouldn't let her go- but it was all she could muster up the energy to do. It was all her body and brain would allow with her son at the forefront of her mind.

"... I don't want to." He spoke quietly, his own voice wavering just slightly. "I just want my daughter back."

"And we want freedom...!!" Emelia looked up, her voice holding a scared desperation. "I didn't lie to you, Winters!! I have too much to lose to die by the likes of you...!"

"Then why did you-"

"You were after him!!" She cut him off, choking back another sob. "I can't let you hurt him... We've been hiding long enough, he doesn't deserve this...!"

She stared up at him with a bright eye, tears streaming down her cheek. He glanced at her mutated arm as she finally let her head fall and brought her arms to her face in frustration, slowly lowering the weapon and taking his finger off the trigger. It was a damn near pitiful sight, really... The one who fought him so harshly moments prior curling in on herself in a broken, scared mess. The one who he knew could kill him with ease if he wasn't careful, more so than the others. She was small, but she was strong- far stronger than he expected out of a mere 'assistant', as she claimed to be... Almost enough to be a Lord herself, and he found himself wondering why she wasn't.

He was silent before taking in his own wavering breath.

"Convince him to leave." He said, and she looked at him again. "The place is coming down and Chris may be around... Get the hell out of here because he'll kill you both. I can only do so much to talk to him."

She stared at him once more, though felt a sudden rush of panic once his words settled in her mind.

Go. GO. She had to GO.

Ethan took a few steps back as she suddenly jumped up with a pained sob, nearly tripping on her own feet as she bolted around the corner and out of the room.

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Pain.

There was so much pain.

Everything hurt as she ran, through the halls tripping over boxes and tools of fallen Haulers. The scent of her own blood was all she could smell. It was all she could taste as she ran, skidding around corners and falling every now and then as she began to feel lightheaded from exhaustion and blood loss. She was healing, but not fast enough... Her current movement prevented her from relaxing to the point of healing properly, constantly reopening some of the slashes on her body as the movement prevented a majority of the scabbing.

Another turn led to a small corridor in which she could hear small swearing and shuffling; the sounds stopped as she tripped again, letting out a grunting whimper before she stood up. A few more steps brought her to one of the many workshops where she could nearly feel the rage and power ebbing off of the man who turned to her with a shocked expression.

"K-... K-Karl..." she managed, watching his face twist from shock to horror once she came into full view.

"Emmy?!"

He rushed over almost immediately as he spoke, reaching out as she stumbled forward once more and landed in his arms. He held her close as he helped her down carefully, shushing gently as he eased her against the wall. He nearly flinched with every whimper she made, though managed to hide it well... Mostly.

"Karl-" she wheezed, keeping a tight grip on the front of his jacket as she felt his gloved hands grab her face. She winced as he moved her head from side to side, his own panic growing as he took in the damage.

"What the fuck did he do to you?!" He asked near desperately, but she let out a low, pained groan before trying to shift.

"G-... Go... we have to go-"

"I'll fucking kill him-"

"W-We have to-"

She was interrupted by a near enraged snort as he suddenly stood, his mood shift even startling her as his anger made itself known. It didn't take her long to notice the moving metallic objects around them, the smallest screws even vibrating rapidly in their places as the larger pieces gave off waves of his power. Emelia shook her head as he took a step back, pushing herself forward in attempts to stand.

"Karl, please...!!!" she managed, letting out another choked sob. The sound made him freeze as he turned to look at her. "We... We need to go... Please... Where is-"

"I told him to hide." Heisenberg replied quietly, finally returning to kneel in front of her after taking a few breaths. "You two go. I'm taking care of this."

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as he spoke, and her face fell. She began to shake her head rapidly, reaching for his arm. She couldn't let him go, she couldn't-

"No, nonono- No, come with us, please- PLEASE, Karl-" she nearly begged, more panic rising to her chest with each word. But he remained silent, only leaning down to bring her in a tight hug.

She let another sob escape as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders with pained whimpers, pressing her face to his neck.

"... Run." He whispered suddenly, and she froze.

"Wh-" she tried, stopping as he pulled away enough to press his forehead to hers while more tears streamed down her cheeks. There was a dangerous resolve in his eyes that while she wasn't entirely familiar with, she knew what it was almost immediately-

And it scared the hell out of her.

"I told him to hide... He's in the workshop near the Foundry. Get him and run as fast as you fucking can. Get to the cabin and wait for me."

He spoke sternly and scarily calm, and she didn't have time to reply before he held her face and pressed his lips to hers in a heavy kiss too quick for her to return. But just as quickly as he moved in, he had stood and turned away towards the door.

"I-I-... K-Karl- Karl WAIT-" she begged, only seeing a small hesitation in his movements for a moment before he silently rounded the corner with purpose.

And so she was left alone again, her heart pounding in her ears and throbbing throughout her body. She forced herself to stay immobile for a few seconds, allowing herself to heal enough to even be safe to move. It wasn't long until she sucked in a breath, however, her muscles trembling as she forced herself to stand before suddenly bolting off through another doorway. While her concern for him was overwhelming, she only allowed herself to focus on the new task at hand; The same one she had trusted him with a short time prior, though right now there was much more at stake than she had realized-

She had to find their son, and fast.

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hi jay!! candy here how are you doing? sliding into your inbox with questions from the mc ask game. would you mind answering some questions?

for both Jayce and Ambrose:

⸺ RELATIONSHIPS & PERSONALITY ⸺

12: What makes them soft?

⸺ CONCEPT AND DESIGN ⸺

for Ambrose:

02: What inspired you to create them, and what is the first thing you decided about them?

for Jayce:

03: What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept?

Hi! I'm doing alright, having a coffee to help me wake up. pfff

And sure! Thank you for sending some my way! Hopefully I answer these okay. lol

(^・ω・^ )

12: What makes them soft?

For Jayce, I feel like it'll be genuine shows of affection to them. Either through words or actions. Physical touches might work too, but only from those they trust or admire/love(Asmo is the highest from this list fyi 💕). Head pats and cupping/caressing of their face are huge things to make them soften and pretty much submit to the person's charm. lol

For Ambrose, it's Solomon. It's always Solomon...No matter what that sorcerer will do, Ambrose's tough guy nature instantly drops for him. Like anyone around will notice it instantly, the way his attitude shifts, the way he's softer with his voice/words, etc. It's obvious Ambrose is in love with Solomon, yet Solomon has no interest in him it seems...

02: What inspired you to create them, and what is the first thing you decided about them?

For Ambrose. It was the last vampire event. pfff The moment the whole idea of a vampire realm/kingdom/etc was introduced. I was already hooked. (Ambrose is the youngest(as of now) prince to the King of Vampires, and least liked/cared for in the family. The idea of him being the black sheep of the family was always my main idea I think?)

Then I just found myself working more on his concept, (during the time Solomon was annoying me most lmao), and then suddenly made him and Solomon have a connection/history.

As much as Solomon bothers me, the idea of him not just using demons, but other beings to help him help humanity, intrigued me...It's all about power after all to him in the end, and I can see him seeing vampires as a clear power source.

So when he met Ambrose, and heard his story/life, and noticed they had a connection(which he could pull and take advantage of). Then came their pact together, and the plan to prevent anymore humans from being victim to vampires like Ambrose mother was...

03: What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept?

For Jayce. From being a oc not connected to me at all, to being a almost complete self insert. lol

I was going to make them be a character who was a either a distant descendant of Hermes, or have some strong connections to him. (traveling through realms/time with ease would of been their thing. Barbatos would of hated/loved this of them.)

And Hermes would of had some major parts in their life/story. Especially when the demon brothers get involved. (See him as a controlling figure, who suddenly pops into your life and wants to have complete toxic control over you and your life. haha yeah he's bad.)

But I started to hate the character and idea more and more as time went on...Also...I just didn't see myself or comfort from drawing them with Asmo, or even imagining them together. (if anything, I kinda grew jealous of them...)

I wanted a way to find real connection, love and comfort with Asmo in the end. He's my f/o after all, and then decided to say fuck it and just made my MC me pretty much. Only more cuter I guess. lol (also is sometimes a sheep like in game.)

They really don't have anything special I feel on background like when it comes to magic and all. They are just this human, with a fucked up life like me, who maybe can commune with spirits/etc(Mammon keeps their distance from Jayce for a reason lol).

As well, is in love with the Avatar of Lust, which is fitting, since Jayce lust for a happy loving life with someone finally. Where they can be just free finally and at peace(both mentally and physically).

And unlike the MC in game, Jayce isn't that great with magic, but does love it and tries to be better at it. (Let my MC be a struggling sorcerer! Yet shows clearly they have the potential to be stronger than Solomon! But only is hindering their own abilities because of fear/traumas/etc!)

OBEY ME MC & OC ASK GAME

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littledarlingone · 2 years

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A Happy Christmas (G. W.)

Synopsis: It’s Christmas at Hogwarts, and Sorah has no home to go to. Her plans to stay at Hogwarts spin out, though, when George Weasley makes it his mission to take her home for the holidays. (4.1k)

Warnings: mentions of no family/home, George being a smidge pushy, arguments, mentions of a fear of intimacy, fluff, afab OC, kissing, cuddling—let me know if I missed anything! <3

A/N: this is my first fic of hopefully many on here, so I appreciate any likes/reblogs/comments! Summary does this one NO justice it’s super fluffy and cozy :)

Christmas was always different for Sorah. School was predictable. Holidays were not. What was typically a season of tradition and celebration for most, was more like a scramble for shelter to her.

Since starting at Hogwarts, she’d found much more ease in the winter months. She would be welcome at Hogwarts, she had somewhere to stay. Still, she always experienced a spike in anxiety—a kind of phantom-pain—when Christmas rolled around. Which might explain her adversity to talking about it.

At the Gryffindor table, unfortunately, it was all anyone was talking about. It was like the whole house woke up and decided to do a round-robin game of where’s-everyone-going-for-the-holidays.

It made Sorah feel sick. In her house-mates' questions she heard Ministry officials’ voices— ‘where are you going to stay, now?’

Eventually the roundabout game from hell landed on her. Seamus, a few feet down the table hollered up at her, pulling her focus from the sweat on her palms.

“Oy, Brighton! What d’ya reckon you’re doing for the holidays?”

She knew he meant well. They all did—no one knew she had nowhere to go. It wasn’t something she’d shared with anyone at Hogwarts. Or really…anyone at all.

She’d had her answer brewing for 10 minutes, cultivating a nonchalant enough response between bites of scrambled eggs. ‘Sticking around, again. Maybe I'll floo home from Hogsmeade for Christmas morning, but I need to finish my arithmancy project.’

It was seamless. Sorah was almost proud of the addition about flooing home—it didn’t mention any parents but they’d all put them in the picture. It was a perfect white lie.

Before she could speak, though, a mischievous voice began instead.

“Sorah’s spending Christmas with us, isn’t that right Freddie?” Across from her, two identical faces grinned at Sorah. Her face—bathed in confusion—only made their smiles giddier.

“Right Georgie, we convinced her to finally stop studying and have some fun for once.” Little Ginny popped up from a ways down, apparently having overheard. Merlin, was everyone listening?

“Brighton’s coming? Really?” Her eyes were sparkling at Sorah with excitement, and the rest of the table (that wasn’t listening already) turned expectantly with her.

So, Sorah had to make a choice. Go to Christmas with the Weasleys, who she’d only recently acquainted—or tell everyone at the Gryffindor table that the twins were lying for some reason and risk exposing her secret. Not exactly a tough decision. The twins were chaotic, yes, but nothing would be worse than people treating her like a charity case.

Plus, if she refused the twin’s offer, she’d certainly have to explain herself to them. She was no stranger to how relentless they were.

Sorah suddenly felt very bare under their watchful gaze. Did they know already? Did Ginny?

What if they only like me because they feel bad for me, Sorah worried, but dispelled the idea from her mind in seconds. Logically, there was no way they knew. The only people who knew were Ministry officials, and she’d requested complete discretion.

The Weasley twins were just made of mischief, they were messing with her. That was all. Maybe they didn’t even want her to come. Still, she played along.

“Right, yeah, I’d almost forgotten.” She looked over at Seamus and lamely announced, “There’s your answer, Finnegan.”

Fred and George gave each other a victorious glance before answering Ginny’s—who’d moved down the table to sit by them—burning questions. Sorah stood, collecting her things and heading off to Herbology without a word.

A tension she didn’t realize she was carrying fell off the Gryffindor's shoulders in the entrance hall—away from prying eyes. She could finally walk with a slouch and stop worrying about what she looked like. That is, until a pair of footsteps snuck up behind her and her name was being called.

“Brighton.” It was a twin, that much she knew—though she wasn’t sure which one. That was the best part about them, in her opinion. They were always together. They were always Fred and George, no need to discern one from the other.

Except now only one stood before her. It was annoying, the way her day kept throwing curve balls at her.

“Look Weasley, if you tracked me down to tell me it was a joke, there’s no need. I’m not daft, I know one of your little pranks when I see it. You should tell Ginny, though.”

“What?” He startled, apparently not expecting her cold tone. “What makes you think it’s a prank?” His face was deceptively confused, though Sorah didn’t buy it for a second.

“I dunno, because it’s what you two do,” she snapped, stating it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The twin—she still didn’t know which one—looked almost hurt that she’d think so lowly of them.

“Sure, but never with things like this,” he insisted quietly, almost secretly—and Sorah felt her stomach twisting with dread. He knows. Her skin burned at the thought, at the pity in his eyes.

“Things like what,” she challenged furiously. His eyes flicked to the floor and he rubbed his neck before he met her gaze again.

“Christmas,” he said in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone. “We don’t invite just anyone to Weasley Christmases, Brighton.”

“Really?” She asked, meanly—totally unconvinced.

“Refusing would be very unwise.” Sorah felt her icy front melt a bit at that, suddenly remembering how fun the twins could be.

“Merlin, you sounded like Malfoy, just then,” she teased lightly, trying to coax an impersonation out of him. If she did, she’d know it was Fred—he’d do impressions of anyone.

But this twin only laughed and shook his head, so she assumed she’d been talking to George. Sorah took the chance to note something about him that would help her discern one twin from the other later on. His smile was slanted—to the left, she noticed—and his laugh was smooth and low. Nothing like the hyena cackle she’d related the twins to. Huh.

In her studious task, she failed to notice herself staring even after George stopped laughing (and began staring, too). Sorah had no idea how long they’d been standing and staring at each other, only that the trickle of students coming from breakfast was quickly turning into a pour. George seemed to notice this, too, smiling again and starting to cut away.

“I’ll think on it, Weasley. Give me the day.”

George grinned, said “see you in a bit.” Before he turned away he gave her a signature Weasley twin wink.

Cheeky little bastard.

—

It took the whole day for it to sink in. The twins invited her to Christmas.

More than once she’d considered it was a prank and George only followed her out to make sure it’d work. But a piece of her wanted to believe it, too.

At lunch she sat with Ginny (or, Ginny sat with her, but Sorah didn’t mind), who gushed animatedly about her mums cooking, about family quidditch matches, and fireworks on New Years.

“We used to not be allowed, but last year the twins got Bill to convince mum and there was this big red lion head that roared and Fred made one of Percy’s sour face—“

“Can I ask you something,” Sorah blurted, drawn from her thoughts. Ginny—still fidgeting with excitement—nodded for her to continue. “Why’d the twins invite me to Christmas, do you think?”

Ginny thought for a moment before answering.

“It wasn’t exactly the twins, was it,” was all she decided to say.

“What do you mean by that?”

“They’re both good at playing along with the other’s plots,” Ginny explained evasively, “but personally? I don’t think it was Fred’s idea to invite you.”

“Okay, fine, say it was just George then. That still doesn’t explain why.”

Ginny shrugged her shoulders and hummed in uncertainty. “No idea. Maybe ‘cause you’re cool. All I know is that those two rarely make plans alone.”

Sorah sat with those words for the rest of lunch and classes after. Her final lesson of the day—Herbology in the Wild, a new elective—was spent by the Black Lake. The task was to locate five aquatic plant species (the focus of their curriculum at the moment) and document their observations, including a sketch.

She’d found a Sirenflower easily enough, and had now—undeterred by the frigid December temperature—ditched her shoes, socks, and robe to wade into the water.

In the midst of her search, a familiarly smooth voice interrupted her.

“Fancied a swim, Brighton?” The sun from behind Sorah shined just right, illuminating George casually leaning on a nearby tree. She ignored his jest and let her burning question loose, suddenly emboldened.

“You are George, aren’t you?” She watched one eyebrow quirk upwards, and quickly added, “And don’t lie, or I’ll know.”

He considered her for a few moments, and Sorah could see his eyes spark with something before he slowly shook his head.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he disagreed. His eyes had a smugness in them as he continued, and his smile pulled to the left. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, me and George are one and the same. It was a fifty-fifty cha—“

“No, you’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. George smiled that lopsided grin at her.

“You’re good,” was all he said.

She continued wading through the lake then, and he followed her on the shore—conveniently scooping her abandoned clothes up so they wouldn’t get buried in snow.

“Why’d you invite me to Christmas, George?” Sorah used her wand to illuminate what looked like a freshwater dragonsnare, but it was only a talking clam. “Or I guess I shouldn’t say invited—more like I was tricked.”

“Tricked?” He spluttered, feigning offense. At Sorah’s less-than-amused glance toward him his mischief softened into something akin to verity. “You don’t want to come?”

“I’d be perfectly fine staying here. I always do,” she insisted, albeit a bit quietly. In truth, she did want to go, she just wasn’t sure she trusted George’s intentions.

“Doesn’t mean you always have to.” His response was just as quiet, if not quieter. Panic was rising slowly in Sorah’s throat. He knows, he knows, he knows.

She wanted to grab him by the ear and pinch until he confessed—but there was a very real possibility that he knew nothing at all.

“You haven’t answered my question,” she pointed out.

“If you don’t feel welcome—“

“It’s not that, George, it’s—!”

“Look,” he began, “I’ve already told my mum. So either you come, or…”

Sorah gawked in disbelief. There it was, unraveled from any sweet-talking or niceties. An ultimatum.

“Tricked,” she scoffed.

“And if I was tricking you? Would that really be so bad, Sorah, to be tricked into spending Christmas with my family?”

Sorah took sudden interest in her assignment again, wading further into a shallow bank. George waited on dry land.

Upon finding a patch of melograss, she finally spoke again.

“Toss me my journal?” Her hands dipped into the freezing water to inspect the specimen. When she heard no response from George she stood with a huff, only to find him right beside her. He’d shed his robes and things as well, following her into the freezing lake—shivering the whole way. In his right hand was her journal.

“It’s bloody cold. You could freeze to death out here.” Sorah just sighed and cast a warming charm on him. His thanks were only met with her outstretched palm.

“My journal, please,” she demanded impatiently. To her dismay, he held it above his head instead.

“Say you’ll come.”

Sorah—ever so stubborn—did not. Her journal was whipping into her hand in seconds, courtesy of a wordless accio. Not a word was uttered after, either—Sorah merely crouched again to better see the plant. Defeated, George stood and observed her as she scribbled notes.

“What is it?” Sorah hummed half-heartedly in response, not quite wanting him to elaborate. She didn’t want to talk about Christmas anymore. George was far too good at dancing around what he really meant, and Sorah far too incapable of identifying what’s true. So she just hummed. “That plant, what’s it called?”

Sorah didn’t give him any more than the name—her tone clipped for additional emphasis. She hoped he would turn tail and wade back to shore, but knew better by then.

“Right…what’s it do?”

“Well,” Sorah let out a long exhale, “it’s not known for its usefulness—more for the legend surrounding it. It’s commonly said that if a mermaid consumed melograss, its song could be heard above water. Many herbologists and monster-experts believe that’s the origin of sirens in muggle mythology, and the false duplicity of mermaid species in early texts. There’s much more on mermaid tricks and why most have stopped using natural magics, but it’s—what?”

George cursed his stupid grin for stopping her ramblings, but he couldn’t seem to chase it from his lips. How she could go on so long about a patch of grass and make it interesting was beyond him.

“Go on.”

Sorah was apprehensive, staring up at George from her position hunched over—gauging the mirth in his eyes. She wouldn’t be made fun of for being educated. But there was none whatsoever.

“There’s much more, but it’s quite complex. It involves the mer-peoples’ political history as well as their religion—so its base threads are quite long.”

“Mermaid politics?” George asked, and when she looked up there was much humor in his eyes again. She stood to meet his gaze.

“They’re quite sophisticated, I’ll have you know. You’d be surprised. They’re intelligent—just the same as you and me, just…different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, the gills for one,” Sorah joked.

“Oh the gills, how’d I forget them,” George laughed, Sorah joining him.

They spent entirely too long inspecting the mundane patch of grass—Sorah guiding George’s hands to the small bumps on the underside of each blade.

When she finally moved on, George went with her. Two pairs of eyes raked through the shallows now, the sound of water parting around their ankles breaking the silence.

After finding her last specimen, they turned back to fetch their forgotten clothing.

“George?”

The redhead looked over at her, studying her face—cheeks and nose rosy from the cold air. He felt the tension rising between them again.

“Yes?” Sorah seemed to think for a while, her eyes cast up toward the trees. When she spoke, a forced smile on her face, George could feel the substance of her thoughts slip through his fingers.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I have a free period,” he said simply, taking her arm to pull her to a stop. “What’d you really want to ask?”

She sighed.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to come to Christmas?”

And the tension resumed, her wall rising slowly between them.

“Well…you’d have said no.”

“As is my right, Weasley,” Sorah said, beginning to bristle.

“Yeah, and you use it to push everyone around you away,” he mumbled.

“What? I don’t—I don’t push anyone away, that’s—“

George interrupted her angrily, not caring if she knew he’d been observing her anymore, now pointing out everything he’d noticed.

“Oh, really? Why aren’t you friends with your dorm mates then? How come you never come to parties, or Hogsmeade days? And you turned down every bloke in our year for the Yule Ball!”

Sorah reeled back, scoffing. “Is that what this is? You’re upset that I rejected you for some stupid school dance so you’re punishing me?”

“Punishing you? I just want to help you, Sorah. Merlin, I-I want to know you!” His hand was warm on her arm, solid and sure—unlike the fluttery heat of her magic. Cracks ran through his voice when he spoke once more. “I want to let you know me.”

Sorah wanted to believe in him so badly that her body felt the strain of it. It was a crushing weightless, a hesitant consumption. There was an angry frog in her throat that had been croaking for generations.

“No, you don’t.” Her protest came out in a pathetic whisper, her eyes tracing the reflections on the dark water’s surface.

George released her arm and stepped back, and she felt a choking relief. But he spoke again, quiet yet assertive.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a twin.” Sorah peeked up at him, confused at his shift of topic. He looked small, and his eyes were so open—so raw—Sorah couldn’t bear to look. “Not because I want to rid myself of Freddie, or anything. He’s my brother, I love him, I just…even if we just weren’t identical twins, at least then my face could be my own. But the way things are…I’ll always be the second half of a whole.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Sorah’s voice only shrunk the more she spoke. Her eyes were drawn to his, even when his gaze was burning her with it’s intensity.

“Because I want you to know.”

“Why?”

He stepped back into her space, his fingers pushing some hair behind her ear.

“I care about you, that’s why. I care about what you think.”

“Right—“ But George wasn’t done.

“And I can tell you’re scared to let me—or bloody anyone else in, and that’s okay. Take your time, tell me nothing, I don’t care! Just let me…be around you. That’s all I’m asking.”

“I…,” Sorah’s mind was on override, working through every nuance to his words. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” George was smiling, a small thing unlike any Sorah had ever seen on him. It wasn’t teasing or mischievous, it was shy. Reserved. Her okay hadn’t meant yes, but she thought that maybe it should.

“Mhm,” Sorah hummed, smiling.

—

The Weasley home—the Burrow, George had called it—felt grander than Hogwarts. Sorah was like a first year before it, gaping and small, marveling at what magic could entail. George pulled her along by the hand.

Inside was even better—a record spun somewhere, playing a silky smooth tune that floated through the house. To the right, in a kitchen that seemingly ran itself, pots sizzled and steamed. Sorah could smell potatoes and chicken and a hint of something sweet.

She rubber-necked all the way down the hall until she couldn’t see wooden spoons or whisks anymore, and was forced to examine the living room instead (which wasn’t much of a let-down).

George left her spinning in circles as he leapt up the stairs, yelling for his mum. Sorah was too distracted to really notice, mesmerized by the knitting needles working over a ball of yarn all on their own.

Something chimed behind her, and Sorah whirled around to see an old clock with ten-too-many hands, each with a Weasley’s face on the end of it. She noted that the group of Weasley’s who she had just arrived with was now pointing to home.

“Bill and Charlie should be coming tomorrow,” Ginny said, now standing beside Sorah. “Ever met them?”

“Not really, no.” Sorah found their faces, both hovering over work. She smiled incredulously, because ‘work’ felt incredibly vague considering what those two did for a living. “I remember them from school, though.”

Ginny smiled beside her, looking at their clock-faces, too. “I think you’ll get along.”

“Hope so,” Sorah mumbled.

George came flying down the stairs then, hair askew and jacket gone, leaving him in a waffled flannel shirt that hugged his torso. Sorah felt a little warmer.

“Gin, Mum wants you.” With that, Ginny was hurtling past George and up the stairs, a backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder. George watched Sorah from the bottom step, only speaking once the stairs stopped squeaking.

He said, “C’mon Brighton, let’s get you settled in,” but it sounded like are you okay?

She said, “Okay,” but it felt like thank you.

—

Break seemed to fly by and yet lasted forever. It felt timeless and short-lived all at once. There wasn’t a moment to mull these things over, and still Sorah thought it the whole while. Her time felt borrowed, and she devoted every minute to the boy who loaned such irreplaceable memories to her.

Cooking with his mother, ice skating on the frozen pond over the hill, cleaning the attic, walking into town—and George giving Sorah his scarf. Dancing to Molly’s old records after dinner. She’d met Bill and Charlie, as promised, and they did get along. Marvelously.

Sorah got along with everyone, in fact, and come Christmas Eve she was telling stories at breakfast, helping with the dishes at lunch, and laughing with Ginny at dinner until they were both crying over each others’ snorts. George’s insides turned gooey at the sight, and he knew his teeth couldn’t hold back the honey his tongue was secreting much longer. Couldn’t ignore the sticky-sweet words that slipped through the gaps when he was lost in her.

George couldn’t find himself that night. Not when she had tucked her feet between her favorite blanket and her favorite chair—because she had a favorite of all the things in his house, now. Certainly not when she’d opened the sweater Molly made her—embellished with a big S—and pulled it on right away, swimming in everything Weasley.

After everyone had gone to bed, leaving the two of them (Fred not without a wink), Sorah abandoned her chair for the spot beside George. She extended her blanket out and he pulled her and it over himself all at once. Her legs sat bent over his, a knee pressing comfortingly into his chest. A moment later her head laid onto his shoulder as well, and he wrapped his arm around her to run his hand along the expanse of her back.

The fire cracked in the silence, and Molly’s knitting needles clicked in a steady rhythm. Neither knew how much time passed before Sorah uttered George’s name, but his warm hand had crept under her layers to press into her side.

George hummed drowsily in response, too focused on the sensation of her fingers tracing shapes into his free palm to form words.

“Thank you. For letting me stay here,” Sorah whispered, and only their close proximity saved her words from drifting into nothing. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

And to Sorah it felt like jumping over the Burrow to say, but George simply said, “I know,” when she was sure that he did not. She wanted to curse him for making her spell it out, but she also wanted him so badly to know.

“No, George, I…“ Her stomach was in knots, and she felt the frustration heat her face. It was like speaking a foreign language, Sorah had no clue how to translate her feelings into something George could understand. “I d-don’t—“

“Sorah,” George stopped her, his hand coming up to her face, lifting it from the crook of his neck so their eyes met. So she could see the implication of his words. “I know.”

And though she was confused, Sorah felt herself deflate with relief. She had no idea how he could know, but he did, and she was just grateful to not have to say it. Even more so that he wasn’t surprised, and that he didn’t seem to pity her the way she feared he would. His eyes just looked warm, and his fingers still moved steadily against her ribs, grounding her.

“How?” George winced a little at the question, like he didn’t think she’d like the answer, but she knew when he answered that he was telling the truth.

“My dad…he works for the ministry, yknow?” He fiddles with a strand of her hair, smooths his thumb over her temple. “I saw some paperwork I shouldn’t have. M’sorry, love.”

And she wants to curse him again, for using a nickname like love when she’s supposed to be upset with him. But she knows she only has herself to blame—because he could call her anything, and she’d be too focused on the way his lips moved to think about what he was actually saying.

Without thinking, she’s sliding one of her legs under herself, pressing her shin into his thigh so she can turn into him. So she can press a tender kiss into the corner of his mouth.

Sorah keeps her eyes closed when she pulls away, too scared to see his reaction. She feels George bring his hand to the back of her neck, feels his breath on her lips. And when her eyes flick open she glimpses his head tilting before he slots his nose next to hers to kiss her properly.

They both taste like the hot cocoa Molly made, lips soft and sweet like the marshmallows in it. Their hands roam innocently, the feeling of each other’s sweaters much softer than their own.

Something light swallows Sorah from the inside out—George’s safety is so consuming that it almost scares her. It does scare her. But she finally understands why the closeness is worth the fear.

They pull away, but neither wanders far. Sorah marvels at what his face looks like so close up, grinning and soft. She mindlessly brings a finger up to trace his lopsided smile, his crooked nose. Kisses him again. Says, “Happy Christmas, George.”

And it is.

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avatarskywalker78 · 3 months

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It's Six Sentence Sunday and I've been working on a couple of WIPs!! Firstly I've been working some more on my Lissa Blackwood AU - hopefully I will get Part 1 finished this week, it's just not been easy to work on recently.

She could not return to Westeros - she'd thought about this deeply, the last couple weeks, but she just...she couldn't. How could she, after everything that had happened - how could she go back to face her family or Jaime, knowing what she'd kept from them all, knowing the consequences her actions had led to, knowing the country had been torn apart because of the secret she'd kept? How could she go and live under the rule of a King who happily slaughtered children, who would slaughter Jaeherys if he ever found out about his existence?

...How could she return to Westeros without Lyanna?

Staying in Dorne would come with it's own guilt, of course, knowing what had happened to Elia and her little ones...but no one would think to look for Melissa here, which meant Lyanna's son would be safe. And maybe...

Maybe she could finally do some good, here.

(Survivor's guilt is a hell of a thing.)

Next is a wip for...Moonfall! A film I... haven't yet seen beyond clips - it was on TV recently but I wasn't able to see it at the time and the streaming service it's on won't work so this could take some time, but nonetheless, I have an OC - Dev Avery - and a title - it's the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine), so that's something.

Alert. Alert. Moonfall in T-minus four hours. Continue with evacuation procedures. All gravity stabilisers holding. All oxygen levels holding. Next quake estimated at 1300 hours.

Dev had somewhat lost count of the variations she'd heard of this announcement and, she suspected, most people were starting or had already started to panic. Several, she knew, had already left - discreetly, but they'd definitely left, and she couldn't exactly blame them for wanting to be with their families in the last hours.

She couldn't blame them - she'd probably be spending time with loved ones as well. Problem was, one of them was currently on a mission to save the entire goddamn world and was unlikely to survive said mission.

God, she was still pissed off at the whole thing - at the fact they could've prepared for this scenario years ago if NASA hadn't covered the fucking thing up 'for the greater good'. Instead they'd been left to scramble and if the worst happened-

Well, by that point it wouldn't really matter.

Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @shrinkthisviolet @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

#six sentence sunday #oc: lissa blackwood #wip: lissa blackwood au #oc: dev avery #wip: it's the end of the world as we know it (and i feel fine)#asoiaf #moonfall

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sketch-mer-6195 · 5 months

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Visor and Memories (Bayverse TF: Cade Yeager x V'ger)

A/N: This is actually a snippet that I wrote and shared with my online sister @mysticboombox. V'ger is my very first mech OC and to pair her with a human was actually something funny that Mystic made and I had to just stick with because it worked just that well for V.

Hope you all enjoy! Tag List: @mysticboombox @saberstars

With a good haul of parts, components, some Energon and much needed food with no run-ins with the TFR. It was a good day for Cade and the crew. Kria and Bee had helped with holding the much needed groceries, Crosshairs and Drift flanked Hound as he carried the Energon that they were able to locate and scavenge. Leaving V'ger driving next to Cade as he had the parts and weapons from a site that once held another battle of 'bots and 'cons. Everyone transformed to their bipedal form which many agreed it was a good haul for the most part.

"Maybe we found a new voice modulator for Bee." Cade voiced as he carried the weapons to the stockpile.

V'ger had yet to transform as she drove next to him while she carried the parts. "Hopefully, over 40 Earth cycles is long enough for the bot to have his voice gone."

As Cade placed the weapons away, he motioned V to follow him to the "garage" so he could pull out the parts they salvaged.

"Yeah well, better salvaging than waiting for that vulture to come back." He grumbled as V'ger opened her door and lowered her driver seat for better access.

Once Cade and the parts were out of her, V'ger finally transformed and stretched, letting some of the dust fall off her frame. Her visor had failed to slide down as usual which caused her to grumble and pull it down carefully with her digits. Cade watched as the visor had started to not transform like it had before. Along with other parts from her former partners such as her left hand which he, Crosshairs and Kria had to replace to her old hand that Cross found. Now her visor from her Conjunx, Jazz.

"Still givin' you a hard time, V?" He asked.

Her optics flicked down at Cade before scoffing. "Yeah, probably a pebble stuck in the actuators. I'll fix it."

"Why not I take a look at it before you start digging around." He offered.

"And have your dirty nubs in my helm. Fat chance." She replied sharply.

Cade groaned at her response. "If it ain't for me, you wouldn't have a left hand. And I can go in without breaking you apart, you scrap heap."

"Awww are you trying to threaten me? You are so adorable with your tiny self." She mocked and flipped him off before going back to her alt-mode.

"Hey! The hell are you going?!" Cade barked.

"Out!" She barked back and sped away kicking up dust and dirt.

Cade coughed and shielded his face from the kicked up debris before screaming at her to come back and face him. But she was long gone and the only sign of her was the dust trail she was leaving behind. Cursing under his breath, he threw his ball cap to the ground before placing his hands on his hips in a frustrated fashion.

"Everything alright... partner?"

Cade looked up to see Bumblebee and Kria standing behind him with a look of confusion and concern. Cade scoffed and shook his head.

"V is being such a child about that visor that she has. I offered to fix it and she got all defensive about me touching it." He exclaimed while he turned to the parts and haphazardly took them out of the box.

"Cade, you do know that-"

"It was from her man. Yeah, I know Kria. But for God sake, she has to let go or sit back cause this is not helping the team." Cade interrupted before pulling his hand back from something shocking his fingers.

He turned to face them only to have Kria kneeled before him with a sharp look and her digit pressed to his chest.

"Do not push this, Cade Yeager. Today is the day that she lost her mate to Megatron. It wouldn't hurt you to be a little more compassionate." Kria started before softening her features and looking out to where V'ger drove off.

"She always becomes cold and bitter when this day comes on your planet. She was fighting off Starscream when Jazz was fending off Megatron to save the humans. It was only when she heard Megatron tear her mate in half is when she went to try and save him. But it was too late.

"We went to his funeral where his remains were laid to rest in the deepest part of the Pacific Ocean. V'ger only acquired his visor, the only piece of him that was barely damaged."

Kria shook her helm before feeling her own mate place his servo on her shoulder and hum in sadness. She glanced back at Cade and wiped the tears that threatened to spill.

"Please emphasize and sympathize with her. Humans and Cybertronians share similar feelings of loss. As you were with the passing of your girlfriend."

Cade sighed and looked down the road that V had driven off too. He didn't think of putting himself in her situation. The loss of his girlfriend was hard, and then his daughter going off to college. It was hard, and he did become distracted with his business before and now with the Autobots as their leader and medic. He had forgotten the feeling of grief. Looking up to Kria, he ran a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed in slight defeat.

"I'll talk to her later. Let the sun bake her brain a little." He reassured, not knowing how to approach the femme without stirring and arguing again.

With Kria accepting his word and following Bee back to rest for a couple cycles, Cade continued to organize and put the parts away. It wasn’t until nightfall that he chose to go see V'ger and try to talk to her. Bee offered to drive him to where the femme was which Cade thanked his friend for the lift. But once they arrived, Cade couldn't help but look over V'ger and how she seemed relaxed. Her optics looking up at the stars that glittered above them. These were moments that he could say he admired the femme bot at how relaxed and attentive she was with the world around her.

He walked over to her and sat on a boulder that was next to her and groaned as he leaned back. He could hear the slight ticks of her optics and the slight hum of an ex-vent coming out from her intake. His eyes focused on the night sky, but V'ger glanced down at him to not only acknowledge his presence, but himself. She glanced away and pulled the visor down and looked back up at the night sky in hopes it would activate. With a disgruntled groan, Cade took the chance to break the silence.

"You good, V?" He asked.

Pushing the visor up, she glanced down at him before ex-venting. "Yeah... I guess she told you?"

He sat up and hummed in agreement. "You can say that."

"I could have saved him. But I was too late."

Cade looked up to see for the first time since meeting V'ger defeat and the look of despair. His usual snarky and sharp tongued femme bot, deflated and in such depression.

"You didn't know, V. It wasn’t your fault." Cade tried to reassure her.

"But it was! You don't understand; I was his partner and he ordered me to stick close but, I didn't. I went to stop Starscream which left him alone! I was the one who heard him scream in agony! I was the one who caught his remains and held him...."

She had grown quiet as fluids ran down her faceplates. Her servos clenching tight at the sheer memory of Jazz. Cade stood up and had to pull her out of this mindset.

"That was then, this is now okay? It sucks, I know that. Personally, I know what its like to have the one you love just taken away from you. But we need you back in the game. I need you at your A-game. Everyone depends on you as you depend on them on the field, alright. We're a team and sure as hell I ain't going to Crosshairs to bust his chops."

V'ger was surprised at how firm he was. But she heard the empathy and sympathy. He lost his girlfriend, Tessa's mom. His love unexpectedly just as she did.

Looking down at her servos, still clenched tight a small hand rested on top of her own to see Cade. The tension in her grasp slowly released as she begun to feel that there was someone who understood her tribulations.

"You gotta let go, but never forget. He's always gonna be with you. But the physical part of him, you gotta put that to the side or its just going to remind you of this day again, and again until you loose your mind." Cade added as he pointed to the visor that was just poking out of her helm.

V'ger, looking defeated but accepting nodded at his words. He finally got through to her, a huge success to get her back in the right headspace. What Cade didn't expect was to be picked up all of a sudden and placed on her shoulder. V'ger stood up and began to walk back to the junkyard with determination on her faceplates.

"Where are we going?" Cade asked.

"Back to the junkyard. I have a request once we get there." She replied.

"What's that?"

She turned her helm and smiled slightly. "To put Jazz to rest once and for all. So he is fully one with the Allspark."

Oh, how he wanted to get back at her for her actions and words earlier. But Cade knew better. With accepting her request, he helped her to the examination table where he carefully removed the visor once they got back. He could see how it hurt her that she was removing another piece from another previous partner of hers. But it was also a step in the right direction for her. Once it was removed and Cade added the finishing touches on her helm, V'ger sat up and took ahold of the visor and went to the back part of Cade's trailer. Easily scooping a deep hole with her servo, she laid the visor in and covered it up with the dirt in hand. With a caring pat to make sure it was secure, V'ger stood up and looked back up at the stars once more and smiled.

"You are one with the Allspark, Jazz."

A relieved and genuine smile graced her dermas. Her optics closed and her shoulders relaxing visibly. Cade smiled that his friend had finally passed with her grieving and moved on. She was still snarky and never stopped with her smart remarks. But for once, he saw a kinder and gentler side. One he hopes to see again when they are no longer running from the law.

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