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genshingorlsrevengeance · 8 months

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Headcanons for AR team seeing their S/O got kidnap by the enemy

(GFL) M4A1, ST AR-15, M4 SOPMOD II, M16A1 seeing their S/O captured

I know we've had a couple of prompts like this for the Genshin characters, but I feel like with T-Dolls that's so much of a worse idea. It's like trying to capture John Connor from the Terminator, except there's four of them and they're WAY faster.

M4 hears S/O call out for her, which she turns to the direction their voice is coming from.

And sees them being taken by Sangvis T-Dolls.

Something snaps inside M4 as the thought of S/O being hurt or worse while captured rushes through her supercomputer mind.

Any self doubt or blame is burned away as she immediately puts her crosshairs on the T-Doll trying to carry them away.

Each shot blows apart their heads into pieces of scrap as M4 closes the distance at a rapid pace, the light from her eyes being replaced with murderous intent.

Some of the bullets bounced off her while many others pierced entered her body and damaged her systems, but she could not care less.

She could be repaired.

S/O was human, they could not.

Startlingly, she says absolutely nothing during the process, showing her true nature as a T-Doll as every threat is eradicated within seconds.

Once the enemy squad was eliminated, M4 takes a deep breath as she makes sure there's no injuries on them.

(M4A1) "You're not hurt, are you?"

Once she gets them to a safer location and away from any threats, she gives them an almost bone crushing hug before leaving again.

M4 was going to make sure absolutely nothing could even think about touching S/O once she was done.

(ST AR-15) "No you won't!"

STAR begins destroying the Sangvis T-Dolls without hesitation, carefully blowing apart each limb that was restraining S/O.

She knew what they did to captured T-Dolls, she would not dare imagine what they'd do to a captured human.

A quiet fury builds inside STAR with each confirmed kill, seeing S/O escaping behind her, putting her slightly at ease.

Getting right in front of the oncoming fire, her armor manages to deflect a couple shots as some pierced non-vital systems.

If she died, then so be it, but she was not going to let them have S/O.

After the last T-Doll's head was torn apart by a well placed shot, she breathes a sigh of relief as she turns around to S/O who was panting heavily.

(ST AR-15) "...Thank goodness."

She falls to one knee, not realizing how heavily she had been injured. STAR takes it as a sign she needs to become more powerful it they managed to grab them at all.

Something she'd never forgive herself for.

(SOPMOD) "OH, YOU'RE ALL DEAD!"

SOPMOD jumps right into the fray and begins ripping apart the enemy T-Dolls who had S/O with her bare hands.

She hears absolutely nothing besides her own scream, crushing every tin can that dared lay a hand on her S/O.

SOPMOD was the type to enjoy the thrill of battle, but right now she just wanted every single one dead at her hands, none of the usual joy in her voice.

For a few brief moments, SOPMOD was a whirlwind of destruction, not even firing her gun until seeing some of the remaining drones attempt an escape, yelling out obscenities at them as bullets flew out of her gun.

Once her scanners detected zero hostile signatures, she immediately grabbed S/O and rushed away.

(SOPMOD) "They didn't hurt you did they?! I swear I'm gonna mount their damn heads on my wall!"

If anything, she doesn't feel ashamed of herself, she feels nothing but rage.

(M16A1) "OVER MY GODDAMN DEAD BODY!"

M16 uses her case to smash a few of the Sangvis T-Doll's heads in, before unloading her weapon at any who had no time to react.

Leaping in front of S/O and pushing to the ground, her body took internal damage, but she shrugged it off and spun around, dropping every single one of their attackers with a hail of gunfire.

She quickly calms herself before her anger can overtake her processors. M16 grabs S/O and throws them out of the line of fire, slightly wincing at their grunt.

(M16A1) "Sorry, stay here for a sec!"

M16 turns her attention back to the oncoming enemies, many of which she destroyed with precision shots before hopping back into cover with S/O.

(M16A1) "This is M16, need help at my position, they tried to capture S/O!"

(ST AR-15's Voice) "Roger, on our way!"

After her request was acknowledged, she gave a wry smile to S/O.

(M16A1) "Don't worry. They'll never lay their hands on you again. I promise."

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline headcanons #girls' frontline x reader #m4a1 x reader #st ar 15 x reader #m4 sopmod ii x reader #m16a1 x reader #m4a1 gfl #st ar 15 gfl #m4 sopmod ii gfl #m16a1 gfl

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themotherofblood · 2 years

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Sukoon Mila

I’ve found peace

Stucky x reader

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This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start of slow but I mostly am writing this so I can put all my fantasized bull shit on paper. I am new at this, so please bare with me. I will be accepting blurb requests for this universe or exploring other character dynamics as well. THIS IS AN 18+ STORY. I will post trigger warning according to its mentions in chapters and any feedback or tips is helpful

This chapter contains talks of anxiety attacks, self harm, blood and death

In all things cosmic and universal possibilities, you did not think to catch the eye of the American golden boy and his super broody and brave boyfriend.See it all began with you moving to New York and getting hired into Stark Industries, as one of Pepper Potts assistants.

Soon after which your caring instincts tailed behind Tony’s ass during his moments of suicidal adventures. To each protest of you, trying to get him to eat or not get himself killed.

You’d receive a prompt “Ok Aunty.” from Tony

You grew close to him and that landed you to where you are today.

The Avengers Compound. Alone. Both your boys were on the run, and there was no news of Tony. You were mentally breaking down and your pal these past few years Rhodhey; could tell. With countless panel meetings with the Advisory board and some alien threat lingering over your heads, you were terrified and exhausted. So only for a moment you let yourself slip.

You’d rolled over in your sleep to face the adorable brunette sleeping next you, the soreness from last night’s activities seeping into your joint. In the small moment of consciousness, you felt arms rubbing up your things and kisses being pressed on your shoulders all the way to your neck.

“Stevie…” you whined squirming away from the stubble of his face. “It tickles!” you let out a throaty giggle.

That woke Bucky up, making him nuzzle further into your chest and swatting Steve’s hand away from your thigh “mine..” he grumbled against your chest…

“Ms YLN! Where is Vision?” Ross’s projection yelled to catch your attention.

You almost wanted to hurl the coffee cup next to you at the projection of this grim white haired man, but rationally you knew this would do know good. See even if you knew where Vis was you wouldn’t bother telling them. You knew exactly with who he was, just not where. But you realized you spoke to soon when four figures walking towards the conference room is what caught your attention

Natasha and Sam holding up an injured Vision and Wanda. Behind them was a set of blue eyes that your heart belonged to, Steve Rogers. The ghost of your past appeared out of no where and it almost felt like the chair you sat was going to engulf you. The tension in the room grew even further, as Ross began barking orders at you and Rhodhey.

“Arrest them!” Ross’s voice faded as Rhodhey shut down the projection

Any feeling of pain or even the fact that you were alive just slipped through the crack. You were cold and felt rock solid. Either you were heavy, or someone just dropped a giant boulder on your shoulder. You couldn’t move, body still from not breathing. You had either 100% percent gone off the deep end or the missing part of your family was in front of your eyes.

What zapped you back to life was Vision groaning. You looked up at the synthezoid, real or not he was in pain. You walked up to him examining the large gash in his abdomen that flickered golden light and seeped synthetic blood. Your eyes fixated on him and not daring to look at the other four people around him, especially Steve.

“Come with me.” You held his weight up as best as possible leading him to the next room with the microbe scanners.

With a huff you managed to get him on the table, Wanda presence very prominent right behind you but you paid no mind to her.

“Seriously Vis? Three weeks!” You whisper scolded him as Friday worked him out.

“I must apologize Ms YLN, my- our intention wasn’t to worry you.” Vis looked up at you.

You finally turned to acknowledge the redhead behind you, her eyes red from the stress and a gash on her forehead. There were no words exchanged between the two of you. The both of you never really needed words. Her face was ever so readable and well she could literally read minds.

She let you work on her head, slowly stitching her up making sure not to hurt her any further in the process; her hands intertwined with Vision’s.

You almost resented their relationship, the two of them flourished in the past two and a half years. They were lost in each other and you hated them so much for it. That’s almost a lie, because when Vision wasn’t with her; he was comforting you. In his weird, young robot-y way. Like trying to cook your favourite desi food or watching movies with you. When Tony and Rhodhey would go home, he was the noise that kept you sane in the ghosted Compound that once held so much life.

It’s not like that you didn’t have a home to go back to, you did. You just didn’t go. You knew your mother was alive, you sent her money every month but you refused to go home. You just couldn’t after all that happened.

You felt lost again, it was often that you looked dazed. In the past years you spoke less, got out less. A part of you was completely engulfed by the grief you felt.

“Y/n…” he called you out.

His voice, that once hummed 40s tunes to lul both his lovers to deep slumber, that scolded them for annoying each other, moaned in pleasure as she worked onto him, that cried as he buried his old lover.

It shot pain up your spine, you felt embarrassed over still feeling like life has been shot back into you from hearing his voice. Even being a few feet apart you could almost feel the warmth radiating from his body.

You kept your eyes focused on Wanda’s head, who looked at you with a small frown, she knew what you were feeling, she could feel it without even having to peer into your mind.

You had no idea how to deal with all the emotions that were coasting through you, after feeling almost dead inside for years; all these emotions were clawing your inside. You were happy that he was alright, you were sad of how much time you had lost, you worried because how bad he looked, you were angry and these were the only emotions you could recognize.

The cold metal surgical tray in your hands felt a thousand degrees colder as you picked it up to take it to the sink and aggressively drop it in with a loud clang and walk out the other end of the room.

You couldn’t take this, it was too much. Tony was gone and now he is back. People are gonna die. What the hell is going on.

Right at the end of the dimly lit corridor you fell to your knees, you couldn’t understand what the hell was going on with you, even failing to recognize the warm hand rubbing up and down your back and the muffled voice right behind you.

“Breathe Y/N, you need to breathe.” the soft voice cooed at you.

It was Bruce, he had no idea what happened, the years he missed on this planet. All he knew was that the Avengers broke up, he also knew how much the people that made up the Avenger meant to you. It hurt him to see the once bubbly girl now looking so lifeless.

He was trying to get to you to breathe with him, but it was to no avail. You could barely hear him from the ringing in your ears.

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“You have to give her time” Rhodhey sighed

He managed to calm you down before he walked down to the conference room, where the returning team sat and picked up their broken pieces from the fight at the station.

This fight was going to be emotionally and physically taxing on all of them, this wasn’t new to him. He was just afraid of whether they would still be able to work like the well oiled machine they once were before.

“She probably hates us.” Nat grumbled into the palm she was resting her head on

“Probably?” Rhodey snapped, he didn’t mean to sound curt but it was true.

Had they never broke apart, she wouldn’t be bearing the scars she is today. Sure she was associated with the Avengers, she was bound to be hurt. She never fought the wars or built the weapons but she was also the glue that held this team together for dear life and they swore to protect her. Yet they failed her.

#stucky #stucky x reader #desiblr #marvel #steve rogers #bucky barns x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes #winter solider fanfiction #winter solider #captain america #tony stark #infinity war

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fridaythe13ththeseries · 8 months

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Reflecting - Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Micki made her way down the stairs into the store, a mug of coffee in each hand. Walking over to the paper- and book-covered desk Jack sat at, she placed his mug down on one of the few bare spots. “Anything new?” she asked, looking at the newspaper Jack was scanning intently.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing jumping out at me, no.” Jack answered, laying the paper down and picking up the steaming mug. “Thank you for this.” he said to Micki.

“What about last night? Any mention of Garth’s death?” Micki asked, leaning back against the bookshelf, holding her warm cup with both hands. The chill from the pouring rain and the terrible events of last night lingered with them both, and the coffee offered some solace.

“No, nothing. It was probably too late to make the morning edition.” Jack responded, picking up the paper once more. “None of the obituaries listed seem particularly odd. At least, not in the cursed antique sense.”

The bells over the door jingled just then, as Johnny entered the store. He made his way quickly through the display portion of the storefront and up the small staircase that led to the desk, the cash register and the small sofa, their makeshift office. He tossed a bundle of mail onto the desk, right on top of Jack’s newspaper.

“Mail was already here.” he said, dropping down on the sofa. He looked longingly at the mug in Micki’s hands, but said nothing.

“Thanks, Johnny.” Jack said, breaking the band that bound the mail and looking through the letters. “Any news on Garth?” he asked.

Johnny sighed before speaking. “Yeah, I listened to my police scanner after I got home. They are treating it as a suicide, and linking it to the deaths from the art gallery. The cops seem to believe he killed those people, they just have no idea how.”

Micki chimed in. “Well, good. He did kill those people. The method shouldn’t matter as much as the fact that he can’t kill anymore.”

“Oh, I agree, Micki.” Jack said, looking at them both. “But we can’t begrudge the police their curiosity. However, they would never accept our explanation, that Garth killed them with a cursed paint brush and used their blood to create masterpiece paintings. Best if they are left to wonder.”

Micki shook her head before saying, “Is there anyone these damn antiques can’t corrupt? Garth was such a peaceful man before he got a hold of that brush.” She looked off into the store, where a few of Garth’s old paintings were on display for sale. He had been trying to sell his work for years, with little success. Micki liked his style, however, and paid him what she could afford to add his latest work to the store’s inventory. She had always wished they could offer him what he deserved, but they never sold more than a couple of his works. Now, she wanted to throw them into the trash and never see anything he had painted again.

Jack and Johnny didn’t answer her question. The truth was, they didn’t have an answer. The items that Micki’s Uncle Lewis had cursed and sold to the world had an innate ability to find the weakest spots in their owners’ psyche, then adapt and exploit these flaws. Normal people became cold-blooded killers. And the number of antiques left to recover seemed endless. The horror kept going and going.

Micki stood up now, trying to shake off the thoughts racing through all three of them. “Anything good in the mail, Jack?” she asked before taking a big gulp of the hot coffee.

Jack turned his attention back to the letters. Scanning them, he threw the junk mail in the trash immediately. “Bills, mostly. Some invoices. There don’t appear to be any responses to our mailers today. Oh, here is a letter from Mrs. Dallion.” he said, holding the letter up for Micki.

She stared at it, then shook her head. “Just leave it on the desk, Jack. I’ll read it later.” Truth was, she couldn’t right now read another letter from Ryan’s mother. She didn’t want to hear that Ryan was having even more bad dreams. He had left here, transformed back into his ten-year-old self, and they had believed he was free of all the terrible things he had seen and experienced. But over the past few weeks, he had been having vivid nightmares, nightmares he couldn’t make sense of. When Micki had spoken with him, he had related a few of them to her. She was chilled to her core at his words. The dreams were of things the adult Ryan had gone through, with her and Jack, in their attempts to retrieve the cursed antiques. The memories, obviously, were still buried somewhere in Ryan’s mind. Even his fresh start, away from all this chaos and terror, wasn’t free from this place, from Uncle Lewis and his damned curse.

Jack placed the letter down on the desk near the Manifest, the book Uncle Lewis used to catalog all his sales. They now used this old book to track and recover the antiques, through any means necessary, so they could lock them away in the vault, keeping the horror buried in the basement of the store where it could do no further damage.

“C’mon, let’s get some more coffee.” Micki said, heading up the staircase to where the kitchen was, where her bedroom was, where Ryan’s now-empty room was. Jack and Johnny followed her, silently. None of them was eager to get back to searching for another lost item. At least not for a little while.

After the trio had disappeared upstairs, the face that had been watching them through the shop window moved quickly to the door. Opening it very slowly, very carefully, so that the bells above didn’t signal his presence, the man entered the store. With precious little time available to him, he began the search his master had sent him here for.

#friday the 13th: the series #micki foster #80s tv #louise robey #ryan dallion #jack marshak #robey #john d. lemay #chris wiggins #curious goods #johnny ventura #steven monarque #reflecting #fanfic

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neon-green-reagent · 1 year

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a rant about scanners and revok and cameron no one but me cares about and also i talk about x men too much and a lil star wars

Okay, this is a rant that's been building for literal years. Revok wasn't wrong. It's the Magneto principle. Like, Charles, are you ever gonna get tired of being the world's bitch? Will you ever tire of that? Where you look at Xavier's life and Erik's life, and you realize, ah, two very different journeys. As soon as you learn that Erik was in a concentration camp and his family was killed, you don't even question what he's doing. And as soon as you learn that Xavier has had his ups and downs, but definitely not THAT, you get why it's easy for him to show so much mercy. When you're a kid, who should win feels obvious. When you get older, and you look at all that stuff like the Morlocks and the Sentinels and the "mutant rights act" stuff, it doesn't feel so cut and dry and CLEAN. It feels like Magneto has a right to be angry and lash out and no one should be telling him not to.

That's this. LOL! So a quick rundown of the spoiler-y parts of Scanners. Dr. Ruth is the one who accidentally created scanners with his drug, Ephemerol. It was given to pregnant women, and the babies became scanners. The first scanners were his own children. Darryl, the designated villain. And Cameron, our hero that we've been following the whole movie. So the first time we see Cameron, he's homeless. Dr. Ruth's men pick him up, and Ruth starts giving him Ephemerol, because the very thing that makes a scanner is also the only thing that can soothe the constant cacophony of psychic noise they hear. Immediately, he starts indoctrinating Cameron about how he needs his help, how Revok is evil, and so on. He shows him a film of a younger Revok in some kind of psych ward. Where his powers have made him wild and he's drilling holes in his own head trying to release all the noise. He sets Cameron on a path to Revok to stop him, and Revok reveals he wanted Cameron to find him, because they are brothers. He wants Cameron to rule beside him. Vader and Luke.

So let's start with Cameron. Darryl asks him what his earliest childhood memory is, and Cameron admits he doesn't have any. There's a discussion early on in the movie about how the severity of his powers have made it so he hasn't even developed a personality. He comes off as socially stunted because he can't use the right vocal inflections most of the time. Ruth severely neglected him. He had the power at any time to help Cameron and chose not to. He wanted him to be an empty shell so that he'd follow orders. It's an extreme case of abuse. No doubt. One where he wandered the world alone, not even knowing he had family or being allowed to develop a sense of self.

Darryl. Darryl is a different story. He wasn't neglected or ignored. He was tested, watched, poked, prodded, studied. His powers were allowed to run unchecked just so Ruth could see what would happen. So they could scribble on clipboards when he drilled a hole in his own head from the pain he was in. Throughout the movie, he carries that scar. You can see it on his forehead. His third eye. While Cameron doesn’t have physical scars, Revok does, and that feels intentional. When Revok escaped, he decided to destroy Ruth and bring Cameron to himself. The ultimate triumph. My brother that you tried to use, you don't get to have him. I'll save him. But by the time Cameron got to Darryl, he was already too fucked up by Ruth's mind games, no pun intended.

Now in both the case of Magneto and Revok (and hey, Vader), is it right to take over the world and put everyone under your strict rule because you feel you're a more advanced being who knows best? NO, LOL! No, it is not. Can I understand why they felt this way? Yeah. It's natural for Revok to see how he was treated and want to tear those institutional walls down. To be in a position where he has to hide and can't help his brother. To watch other scanners talk about peace, love, and understanding and feel nothing but bitter when all he's known is pain.

But there’s a thread of Revok’s scanner world domination plan that shows how his pain has corrupted him beyond being able to know what’s best. He wants an army of scanners serving under him, and he talks about using the new generation, currently unborn, to be that army. Cameron isn't wrong to call him out for that and compare him to Ruth. I mean, he's talking about child soldiers. He's talking about a fate that wouldn't be unlike his and Cameron's childhoods. And Cameron points this out, but Revok refuses to see it, which tells me... in his mind, he would've done it differently? Treated them better. Given them more rights and comforts, something. Or maybe he’s just too far gone to see that this would be wrong and continue a cycle of abuse. Either way, I can still see Cam's point, LOL! They don't get to discuss nuance, because then they just start having a... brotherly tussle with their minds.

I said all this to say that... the ending of that first film is, I think, supposed to be a little more of a mixed bag. Did the right people win? Are they too weak to handle the coming tide against scanners? Did they need Revok, and now he's been destroyed? Could Revok have been saved, converted to a more non-violent and non-abusive way of thinking about the future of scanners? I don't think it was a full victory. And the sequels don't go the "should Revok have died?" route. (Though I do love and appreciate the sequels.) They take for granted that Cam was the hero, and he won, and that's right for the world. And I'm more like WAS IT THO? WAS IT? Like Xavier and Magneto, it’s more complicated than hero win, villain bad.

#scanners #darryl revok

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hopemargrave · 2 years

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I had to finish it (and pin it above my bed)! On his chest, the word Satsui (intention to kill) was meant to be but I still can't handle the rice paper and my Japanese handwriting isn't good. And the scanner made water waves on paper look like it is made on silk :'D

#dir en grey #fanart #kyo dir en grey #kyo #京 #sukekiyo #rabbit #mosaic shojo

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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TM Tragedy, Season 2, Chapter 20

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: gun violence, mention of terrorists/IRA, character death, aggression, violence, punching/slapping, angst, PTSD, manipulation, framing someone for murder, mention of an assault

Stahl’s POV

"Your cell's ringing," I said, banging on the door. I could hear some scrambling behind the bathroom door, “might want to get that.”

"I'm coming."

The door opened and I nodded towards the cell phone, "go."

"Hello?" he asked, receiving the call, "da, where the hell-"

He listened intently for a moment before hanging up.

"We didn't get a trace." Jones said, manning the computer. I looked at Eddie.

"He wants to meet at the wharf," he sighed, “have to go.”

I nodded towards the door this time, "let's go then. Move."

We loaded up and went to the wharf. He seemed extremely nervous. Wouldn't talk to me. I looked out the window, seeing if I could spot Eddie's dad anywhere near us. No such luck. The wharf was empty, but he made his way down to one of the docks, overlooking the whole marina.

"Watch him," I said to Jones, "keep an eye out for anyone in coming in."

He nodded. We waited about twenty minutes before Eddie made his way to the box that housed the burner. There was no way we could track him without a number.

"He's gonna throw it," I said to another agent, "go. Grab the phone."

They left the office and ran down the dock. By the time they'd gotten there, he threw it into the water.

Damn it.

I walked out to meet them. They were already bringing Eddie back up by his arm, "you really screwed the pooch on that one...Jones, get the car."

He was quiet until Jones and the other agent walked away. Then he started saying that I needed to clear the street so that his dad would come to the house. I knew it was a trap though. Daddy had told him to separate and kill us to prove to the Irish that he was a real boy for the cause.

I let him think he was in control of the situation and agreed. Told Jones and the other agents that we didn't want a $20 scanner from RadioShack blowing our mission.

We took Eddie back to the safehouse, and I started making him tea. The other agents had stayed outside a few blocks away, and we were maintaining radio silence.

"Take milk?"

"I think I might be sick." he muttered, leaning out of his seat.

"Go"

He went to the bathroom. I sighed. This was gonna be it. Time to see if baby boy had the balls to go through with it.

He came out, holding the gun at his side.

"What are you gonna do with that?"

"Box you put me in," he shuddered, "Give me no choice."

He lifted the gun, but he was shaking like a leaf. I started taking some steps to him and put my hand over the gun.

"Sh sh shh," I cooed, taking the gun from him, "put that gun down."

He let me take it away, but I smiled, and aimed it at him, pulling the trigger. It released two blanks, and he screamed in horror, trying to cover himself.

"JESUS!"

"Blanks," I laughed, "We knew the gun was there. Knew about the cell phones at the wharf. Been one step head the whole time Eddie."

He sat down. A look of horror crossed his face as he realized that there was no way out.

"And now," I said, finishing off the idea, "I'm gonna send daddy a text from your phone. Telling him that I am dead and that it's safe to come around and pick you up."

"Why'd you let me take it this far?" he asked, looking at me, "you could have just told me...sent the text."

"I was curious," I laughed, "Wanted to see if you had the balls. But you don't. I guess da raised a little Irish pussy."

He punched me right in the cunt and began running. I tried to ignore the pain in my crotch as I reached for my gun. I shot him twice in the back. He fell into the next room.

Shit.

"Shit."

I walked over and leaned down to try and get his pulse. It was faint, for the slightest second, then disappeared entirely. The blood began to seep into the floor.

"AGENT STAHL," Jones said, calling from the walkie, "We heard shots over the wire. Give us a status update. Over."

I stood, looking at Eddie, then out into the kitchen where the walkie was. I got up and made my way over to it, not entirely sure what to say. I couldn't say the truth.

Then the mission would be blown.

My career would be over.

I sat down and grabbed the walkie, "Those were the blanks...I guess old Edmond here had the nerve after all. I sent a message to Cameron. I don't want to spook him. So, keep the roads clear, and engage in radio silence. I don't want a scanner or a $20 R.F detector taking this operation."

God damn it.

I need a fucking miracle.

Gemma’s POV

We'd been stuck with Half Sack the whole day. Tara, Alicia, Abel, and myself were running errands in Tara's car, stocking up on shit for the clubhouse. Mikey was at Jax's house cleaning it up with Mandy.

"Mom, come look at this produce," Alicia said from outside the store. I walked out, and she began loading up a bag to take in. I propped the trunk open for when Sack and Tara would come out with the groceries.

"You better hurry up," I laughed, "they're getting rung up right now."

She laughed and ran in with a bunch of produce. When I looked up the street, I noticed a car with a sticker on the rear. It was for Zobelle's cigar shop.

I felt my blood turn to ice. I stepped onto the sidewalk and that's when I saw that little bitch. The one that had tricked me into her van.

Tara came out and began to load Abel into the car, "Gemma you okay?"

Sack walked out with a bunch of groceries which he and Alicia loaded into the car, but I couldn't pry my eyes off the blonde down the street.

"That fucking bitch."

"Gem?"

I looked at Tara and walked towards her as she closed the trunk, "Gimme those...I'm driving."

"Okay?"

Alicia and Tara got in the car, and when I didn't start it, I could see both women's eyes scanning the street.

"What's wrong mom?"

"That blonde," Tara said, "she's the one you chased. Who is she Gemma?"

"Zobelle's daughter," I said, choking back the emotions, "she's the one who told me her baby was choking...hit me over the head..."

"Jesus."

"Where are we going?" Tara asked.

"Forward sweetheart." I said, starting the car. I followed Zobelle's daughter to a shitty little neighborhood in Galt. I parked a street over and watched her go into a yard.

"That rape would've destroyed most women," Tara said, after a moment of silence, "but it made you stronger...wiser...compassionate...and whatever it is you think you have to do, you're past it."

I shook my head, "my son...my husband...their brothers—they're out there risking their lives...their freedom for me. This is how I do my part...for myself...for my baby that they've hurt. God's put her in my path so that I can fix the part of me and Mandy they ripped open."

"Mom."

I looked back at Alicia, "Understand this baby, if they'd done to you and Mikayla, what they did to me and your sister, I know you would do the same thing...I have to do this."

"Jesus, Gemma," Tara growled in a disgusted tone, "do you even hear what you're saying?"

"Get my grandbaby home safe," I sighed. I reached back and touched Alicia's cheek, then Tara's, "I love you babies. I'm glad you are in my life. And I'm glad you are with my boy."

"Gemma please don't do this!"

"Mom, you don't hav-"

"Be careful," I said, cutting Alicia off, "I'll be okay."

I got out of the car and started heading down the street to where I'd seen Zobelle's daughter go.

"Put the gun down," I said as I pushed my way through the front door. Zobelle's daughter turned to see me. She looked upset.

"You're the one that killed him."

"Turn around," I demanded. I kicked the door shut and raised my gun, "I said turn around."

She turned around quickly, but it went in slow motion as I saw her lifting her gun. I squeezed the trigger and unloaded a bullet into her chest. She fell to the kitchen floor. I took a few more steps into the room, just to make sure she was dead. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw she wasn't breathing. Leaning back, I saw Haye's son's corpse.

Stahl came out and I sighed, "bloody day for both of us."

She held her gun up at me, "push the gun to the floor."

I rolled my eyes and pushed it off the couch. Stahl reached for Polly's gun then stood in front of me.

"Was she involved in the rape?"

I looked away from her.

"I'm sorry that happened to you."

I looked back up at her, a brow raised, "and now what happens?"

She sat down in a chair diagonal from me, "go...I'll give you some time to slip away."

"Why would you do that?" "At least you can see your family before we pick you up. But head out back," she said, "Avoid my guys in the front. I'm giving you a chance."

I didn't know exactly what to do. This felt off.

"Go!" she demanded. I got up. When I reached the door, she yelled at me.

"HEY!"

I turned and caught it.

I looked in my hands.

Fuck.

That tricky bitch.

"What are you doing?"

She picked her gun back up and pointed it at me, "You need to put the gun down."

"Huh," I chuckled, "goddamn. You are a smart bitch."

"Clock's ticking darling," she smirked, “better get going.”

I shook my head and ran out the back door. As I bolted, I made sure to run the opposite way from where I came. I didn't need to drag the prospect down with me. I needed someone I could trust. I needed someone to help me disappear.

I could hear tires squealing. I ran harder.

I ran until I reached the Indian's reservation. At a gas station about a quarter mile away from the edge of town I found a phone. I called him up. He said he'd be there in a few.

Ten minutes later I was getting into a cop cruiser.

I didn't say a damn word as I got in. Wayne looked at me, "we gotta get out of Charming, Gemma."

"I know, Wayne."

He nodded and we made our way out of town. As we passed the sign for Charming his eyes met mine, "where are we going, Gemma?"

"I don't know Wayne," I sighed, "Keep going forward."

Chapter 21

Tag List: @lohnes16 @evyiione

#sons of anarchy season 2 #sons of anarchy #teller morrow #teller morrow tragedy #soa #soa gemma #gemma teller #agent stahl #june stahl #motorcycle clubs #motorcycle #wayne unser #mc #charming

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fates-theysband · 7 months

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💌, 🎧, 🎁 for Feldspar and Artemis? Two-for-one combo deal hehe

oh boy oh boy a 2-for-1 special!!!!! thank you!!! readmore for Long

💌 for a snippet of a conersation we had.

so for feldspar i imagine this as being like, their last trip back to timber hearth before they got stranded on dark bramble:

"Don't go getting yourself killed out there, okay? For the hatchlings' sake, if nobody else's. Can't imagine how upset they'd all be if you didn't come back."

"Hey now, I'm the greatest for a reason, ain't I? I'll come back to ya, don't worry. Would hate if I never saw those pretty eyes again."

"...just...just be careful, alright?" (<- Zirc is definitely blushing like hell as they say this)

and for artemis i've had this one in my head for a while, it's a ship comm like midway through the artemis path:

"Do you know if there's any way to send pictures through these?"

"I know we can project ourselves in hologram, but I've never tried sending images from the scanner camera, no. Why do you ask?"

"I've got some to show you. Places I wanna go with you when...when we're together."

🎧 for a song that reminds me of us.

so i don't have a song tag for feldspar yet but the strongest contender for that title is "compass" by svrcina!

tfw you are so normal about your crush going mia before you could tell them how you feel

as for artemis...[erasing the amount of days it's been since i last mentioned "world.execute(me);" by mili and replacing it with a zero]

twisting song lyrics that are about one-sided love for someone who abandoned you and making it about someone who is literally just dead and you're not handling it well is my specialty

🎁 for a gift f/o has given s/i (or vice versa).

i have an answer for both takes on this question!

like i think on one of their expeditions feldspar brought zircon back some cuttings of those trees you find in nomai ruins because those motherfuckers are HARDY and they (correctly)thought zirc would like to have some to study and cultivate. feeding your crush's special interests as a love language ::)

and a long while back i visited a Museum of Oddities base in the galactic hub and it had a gift shop with little blob statues. i like to think orpheus bought artemis one as a souvenir with the intention of giving it to them when the two of them were in the same physical space. whether or not they ever get to depends on the timeline.

#thanks for the ask!!#r: world.execute(me);#c: 🎣

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swtor-tairisiu · 2 years

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To Send A Message, A Gift

The assassin that Des had captured had been handed off to Jen's security team, who moved the man to the Tairisiu compound on Tatooine, in the cliffs on the far side of the Dune Sea, away from prying eyes.

And as gentle as Liza'beth might seem to others, she was the one that possessed the personal strength and detachment necessary to mind walk a prisoner to total subjugation.

In the end, the assassin gave up sufficient information that they were able to trace which specific Watcher in Sith Intelligence had been ordering the assassination attempts against the family. So Jen arranged to kill him, personally, in Kaas City no less with her signature method - her dual saber ignited at the base of the lower spine then rapidly ripped straight up, destroying the entire spinal column, preventing any reaction, even a scream.

But Jen wasn't done there. After consultations with Cairenn, she had Kelena operate on the captured assassin, and they implanted a bomb device in the thoracic cavity of the assassin then force healed the wound so it would not be normally visible. The assassin was then dumped, badly drugged and incoherent, near the Nexus Room Cantina.

He was picked up rapidly, of course. That was the intent. Jen knew there were scanners that would pick up the bomb before he could be moved from inside first floor entryway of Sith Intelligence into the inner sanctums but she didn't care. Sending the message was the point. And the bomb would be tripped by their own scanners. As she watched the sensor on the bomb trip and the light go out, she got her ship into the air and into normal traffic lanes. She looked like another naval supply vessel, with a transponder to match. It would take the Sith 20-30 minutes to shut down the spaceport and traffic and that was her window to disappear.

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A day later, Jen entered the offices of the old Devaronian jeweler, Vusser G'vect, and had him add carmeltazite indigo sapphire number 142. She then went home to see her daughter.

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In the office of the Keeper for Sith Intelligence, Keeper was speaking with Watcher 22. "How many of our people have died in Watcher 19's efforts of trying to get to the Tairisiu family?"

Watcher 22 replied immediately, "Fourteen, sir."

Keeper stared at his screen then looked up to the man. "Fifteen, because Watcher 19 was murdered in his own home here tonight in Kaas City with the signature move of Jenaera Tairisiu."

Watcher 22 betrayed barely any emotion, simply blinking at the news, then making the connection. "And the nine tonight in the bombing?"

Keeper nodded yet again. "So the total is twenty four, and we've not touched even one of them yet, let alone even gotten within visual range of former Darth Cairenn Tairisiu."

Keeper stared at the screen then dialed a number. "Darth Adira Marr, good evening. If your father were alive, I'd ask him but since not, perhaps you have some recollections of Cairenn Tairisiu that can help me."

Adira stared at the screen impassively, then simply said. "I don't know that I can help you but ask."

"I lost a Watcher tonight, right here in Kaas City. He was directing assassination operations against the Tairisiu family. His death bears the very specific hallmark of Jenaera Tairisiu. But what I wanted to ask was if you have any recollection of how far Cairenn Tairisiu might go seeking revenge should one of her family be harmed?"

Adira looked at Keeper on the screen, still showing no emotion. "Her entire motivation as a Sith was finding the rest of her family. It gave her rage and motivation. Based on the Cairenn Tairisiu I met when much younger, I would say she might go to considerable extremes."

Keeper nodded. "I see. That does fit her personality write up. Anything else that you can think of?"

Adira frowned. "The explosion at Sith Intelligence earlier this evening. Do you think the Tairisius were involved?"

Keeper nodded. "The time matches very closely to when one of my watchers was assassinated in his home, and the bomb was surgically embedded in the body of the last assassin we sent after the Tairisius, who vanished without a trace."

Adira looked at the screen, glancing down for a moment, apparently thinking, then looked back at Keeper. "I have heard, through connections I trust, that they are in possession of a military grade warhead of considerable yield. If Jenaera Tairisiu penetrated Kaas City as an ex-Sith despite being wanted, that family might seek to bring that device here next time."

Keeper inhaled sharply then nodded. "Thank you, Darth Marr. You've helped clarify a decision for me."

Adira nodded and Keeper cut the connection.

After the connection went dead, Keeper's fingers drummed on his desk as he thought, while Watcher 22 stood there. Finally, Keeper spoke. "Shut down this operation. Sith Intelligence will take no further action against the Tairisius."

Watcher 22 looked alarmed. "But, sir..." Keeper cut him off. "We're in a war that the Empire is currently losing badly. We're short on resources, personnel, everything. Every effort of Sith Intelligence should be focused on that one overriding goal - turning this war around, not off chasing one family that doesn't matter directly to the war effort. If the Sphere of Sith Doctrine wants to waste its people chasing them, let them die. We have more important matters to attend to."

Keeper waved dismissively at the man and Watcher 22 turned around, marching out out of Keeper's office to immediately begin shutting down that operation.

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wattpadscapcons · 3 years

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Hello can yo do whu u did with chia and Freddy with foxy or Bonnie or both(septerly) if your boxy and u can’t do this I understand

I've literally been waiting 2 1/2 hours for your ask. Believe me I wasn't busy. I was kinda thinking someone would ask for the other two! Don't forget to think of a nickname for your next ask!

Bonnie Falling For Security Guard

- Falls for you because of the combination of kicking out Afton, and for paying some personal attention to him

- And by that I mean you were always looking out for him specifically

- A rabbit can appreciate some personal attention

- Only waits about a month because of the anxiety of losing you to someone else

- Conveniently the day he plans to tell you, you aren't there for the morning shift

- Worries about what happened to you all day, is horrified to learn you're working the night shift

- "Y/N you can't be here!" "Bonnie, this is my job, I can't just leave!" "Y/N, you don't understand! It's dangerous for you to be here at night!" "What are you talking about?"

- Bonnie actually goes on to explain everything, and by the end of it you're regretting taking this job in the first place

- "Well...what should I do about it?" "I don't think there is much you can do, but I'll help you!" "But didn't you just say-" "I know what I said! I don't care! I'm not letting someone I love get killed here!"

- He freezes up once he replays that last sentence in his head

- "Oh no...This wasn't how I was supposed to confess! I had everything planned out-" "Bonnie-" "I'm sorry!"

- Bonnie goes on a semi-rant, which you only stop by hugging him

- What you decide can either make it awkward for you two, or a very very happy rabbit

- Very affectionate boi

- Is afraid of Foxy, but will get in his way if it's to protect you

- Freddy is skeptical, very skeptical, but trusts Bonnie's opinion

-Chica seems to be happy for you two, but Foxy is really pissed off by your relationship

- You bring out the "I don't care what you think! I'm happy!" in Bonnie, so much that he's yelled that in the many arguments he's had with Foxy

- He becomes active right away and Foxy become active quicker (you may have a problem here....)

- Spends 1/2 the time looking out for Foxy to help you, and the rest of the time talking to you, that's a lie, he's talking to you the entire time

- Great conversationalist for someone who's been inside a restaurant their entire life

Foxy Falling For Security Guard

- Falls for you because you visited him in the morning hours everyday during your lunch breaks (Before promotion)

- It's because you saw value in him (not for scraping), not being just a defective animatronic

- Waits at least a few months pondering whether he's caught feels or if he's had a spell casted on him

- Once you shift to nightguard, he almost accidently kills you

- His facial scanners realize who you are at last second and he slips falling on top of you

- Apologizes for days about that, tries to say it was just a prank

- You don't believe it because of the personal messages left by the last night guard

- "Well lass I didn't know it be yer, I was just doin' my job."

- Does talk about how he'd been feeling a few days afterwards, will understand if you don't want to be in a relationship with him

- If you do? Happy fox intensifies, you're getting knocked to the floor again with a hug

- After this he becomes way more active to keep the others away from you

- Boop his nose and he'll have a fake annoyed look

- Remarkably is the safest to be with even with the hook he has

-Becomes 100% active after day 1 due to you being here

- He becomes the gang's worst enemy if they come anywhere near you with the intent to harm

- Freddy disapproves greatly, Bonnie is chill about it, and Chica is probably already making fanfiction of you two in her head right now

- Foxy has got into a few fights with Freddy over protecting you, of course, blocking the doors would be irritating to the talking teddy bear

- He still runs to your office everyday, and a few times he's slipped and crashed onto the floor

-"Foxy please slow down, you're damaging yourself!" "Aye lass, I had to be the first one to see ya! You can't blame me can ye?" "Mm... I suppose not."

- Spends all of his free time with you, please don't ignore him!

AH this was so refreshing! Thank you!

#fnaf fandom #fnaf chica #fnaf bonnie #foxy the pirate #five nights at freddys #fnaf x reader #fnaf foxy #freddy fazbear #fnaf cupcake #fnaf #fnaf headcanons #fnaf freddy #michael afton

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whatwouldvalerydo · 2 years

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Spring Break - Day 1 - Flying

Featuring Talia Crane and Akira Crane @cursebreakerfarrier

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Day one of the challenge created by the incredible @kc-and-co 💙

He had been fairly docile when entering the airport. Despite Akira being a very level headed individual, he still felt somewhat nervous when presenting the fake muggle passport, holding in a breath as the woman behind the counter checked the data. He could do it in a normal magical environment, however being thrust in the unknown was not something he enjoyed. Despite her explaining how things went, what was expected and so on, he still felt unprepared for everything.

When going through the scanner and checking in the bags, he cursed inside his head since he was not allowed to carry any weapons, Talia explaining that even a normal metal nail file would be taken away from them since it was considered dangerous. Not that he could not kill a man with a nail file, if anything it was a rather easy affair, however he felt somewhat naked without any weapons at hand. Far too light if you asked him. At least the wand was not a problem, but that was in his bag, boxed up neatly as if it was a souvenir from the countless giftshops he learned were present at the airport.

He considered the name “duty free” redundant, those were some expensive items, despite his lack of knowledge when it came to Muggle money. His mood improved somewhat when Talia bought a whiskey bottle, the type he liked, but that quickly went south when she mentioned he was not allowed to drink too much on a plane or misbehave.

“If they suspect anything they are allowed to land the plane in another location and kick you out.”

Frowning, he crossed his hands over his chest, growing impatient with each passing second “I don’t know for the life of me why I agreed to this.”

“Don’t look so down, it’s good to experience new things and besides, no one would search for us here. If there’s one thing no one would believe is the fact that Akira Crane is flying on a plane.”

“I don’t even believe it.” He still thought that there was a portkey or anything along those lines inside that vast airport, but when he was walking towards the plane, all hopes were shattered. He almost growled at the stewardess that flashed him a bright smile, welcoming him onboard, Talia keeping a straight face, trying not to laugh.

When she made him squeeze in to sit at the window, Akira felt as if there was no air inside the small airplane, all means of escape blocked when the door closed shut. Pulling out some gum, Talia placed in his hand two pieces, telling him to chew as it would help with the pressure in his ears once the plane went up.

There were too many people, chatting away as if everything was normal, Talia blending in without a problem. Akira however hated that he did not know what the person behind him was carrying, or what the intentions of the man next to Talia were as they engaged in small talk.

He hated the sinking feeling in his stomach when the plane took off, Akira closing his eyes as he tried to take a deep breath in but couldn’t. The tension in his body was evident, hands coiled to tight first, Talia thinking he would actually rip off the armrest if he continued to feel like that. A hint of worry clouded her eyes as she looked at him, Akira flinching when she placed her hand on top of his.

“Focus on me.”

Opening his eyes, he glared “I loathe you.” He whispered while pulling his hand away. He wanted out, he wanted off the wretched plane that she made him board. He hated being stuck without a way out. Placing her head on his shoulder, Akira let out a low growl, Talia covering it up with a soft laugh.

“Once we can take the seatbelts off, I will order a couple of drinks.” Once more she reached out for his hand, fingers interlocking “It’s only a couple of hours my dear and once we land you can do what you want.”

“I’d prefer to do what I wanted now. I can’t drink, I can’t smoke, I can’t leave.” Lifting her head, he turned to look at her “I’ll make you pay for this.”

“Now, now.” Caressing his cheek with her free hand she smiled softly “I know you don’t like this, but it’s safer this way. My methods work so give me some credit.” As the plane rattled slightly, Akira threw his arm around her, looking around as if someone was about to attack them “It’s alright, it’s just turbulence, nothing will get to us.”

Making him look at her, their foreheads touched, Talia closing her eyes for a few moments as she cupped his cheeks thanking him. He hated admitting it to her, but her touch was comforting, her eyes calming, certainty swimming in them. She knew what she was doing, despite his reluctance in agreeing with her plans. He felt some of the tension in his muscles leaving him when her lips briefly pressed against his, Akira letting out a soft sigh “I’m never doing this again.”

Chuckling, Talia replied “You do know we have return tickets as well right?”

Blinking a few times, he whispered softly “I hate you so much right now.”

#Spring Break challenge #Hogwarts: Spring Break 2022 #takira #talia crane #akira crane

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pan-ic-at-the-homehome · 3 years

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OK HOMIE i have been having shera brain rot so WHAT IF TECHNOBLADE WITH A S/O THAT ACTS LIKE ENTRAPTA you know.... very smart,wants to know everything, and can create anything they can think of

Ok so I accidentally made this less of Y/N being the character you asked for and more of an Inventor! Reader because I got an idea for how to make this request into a series sdkshsajdsa-Anyways I did my best and I hope you enjoy ^^

~Techoblade With An Inventor! Reader~

Wiping the sweat off your forehead you look around cautiously. It didn’t look like there were any mobs nearby, but you could never be too sure in the nether, especially with the very open bridge you made to get to your creation station.

You were working on something Wilbur asked you to make, an automatic TNT system. You originally thought it would be extremely easy and quick money, but it turned out a lot harder when he gave you the description of what he wanted. A large amount of TNT that can only be triggered by one button and nothing else, and it ALL has to be triggered at the same time. Then, install it under L’manburg. But most importantly, make sure no one else knows about it. You wanted to question him but he very quickly walked away.

But you decided to do it anyways. His citizenship may have been revoked by Schlatt, but he was still your friend! He doesn’t have any bad intentions and you know that. Even if he somehow did, he couldn’t use it. That would be breaking the law.

To install something like this you would usually need Jschlatt’s permission, but you already knew that he would refuse to allow you to legally do that but you really needed the money or else he’d kick you out anyways. Even with the Blade on your side, the “president” of L’manburg would still kill you or throw you out with nothing to survive with.

The mention of the Blade snaps you back to reality. He’s probably waiting for you. How long have you even been here?

You look down at your skin and clothes. You need to hurry home and clean up fast. You couldn’t go on your date looking like this, especially because you’ll already be late.

You decide to leave the explosives and the other material in the nether so they won’t slow you down and run down your bridge to the nether portal. Scanning your hand on a scanner you made to make sure no one can get to your portal or into your house, you check the time.

11:46. You had been caught up in your work for 5 and a half hours and are running 6 minutes late from the agreed time. And because he was always super early to your dates, he's been waiting for a very long time.

I have to install an accurate clock in the nether sometime soon.

No, that’s not what I should be thinking about. Get ready. Then you can make a clock after. Techno comes first.

You clean off as efficiently and quickly as possible and change, grab your bag, and run out L’manburg to meet up with Technoblade.

Eventually you see an annoyed Technoblade in the distance, sitting on a red and white striped blanket with two picnic baskets and his infamous Orphan Obliterater laying on his lap.

“Techno!” You breathe out, tired from all the running.

He looks up in your direction, his face slightly brightening when he sees you.

Technoblade moves his sword to the side and runs over to you to make sure you don’t pass out on him. “So..... Sorry... I got caug...ht.... Up in something.....” You somehow wheeze out.

"You don't need to explain, now come on, you'll pass out if you keep using this much of your energy." He says, audibly slightly upset about how late you were, but mostly concerned. Taking your hand, he carefully walks you to the blanket.

After a bit of silence, Techno speaks up. "So, what were you working on?"

His question sent you into an internal panic. Techno trusted Wilbur, they were brothers after all, but even he wouldn't trust Wilbur enough to make a TNT contraption without any questions like you did. What if he thinks you'll do anything for money? His trust issues would never allow that. You knew that you wouldn't do ANYTHING for money, you loved him! But he probably won't see it like that. Either way, you had to tell him............

Or....

You could lie.

"You know how Jschlatt taxes Niki way more than he should? I wanted to make something to make Niki's bakery work easier to take at least a little bit of the stress off her back." It wasn't a complete lie, you did want to make something for her, but it wasn't what you were working on and wouldn't take this much time.

"Oh, how kind of you." He smiles. Thank god he bought it.

"Thank you Techno....." You huff, still trying to regain your composure.

The two of you eat your food, just enjoying each other's company, and occasionally making comfortable small talk.

After finishing the food, the two of you say your goodbyes."Oh and uh.... Sorry about being so late. I got lost in thinking of ideas on how to help Niki....." You mumble out. "It's fine, you were only 10 minutes late. It's my fault for getting here an hour before the scheduled time."

After a bit of arguing over who's more sorry you two actually say goodbye and go your separate ways. You head back to the now horrid L'manburg.

"Where's the money Niki." "I don't have i-" "You've had plenty of time to pay your taxes Niki. I'll give you one more day, but then you'll have to rely on Wilbur to keep you alive."

You had grown used to hearing this conversation between the scared but kind voice of Niki and the harsh and violent voice of Mr. 'President'. It always made you want to give up on all the hard work you've done for L'manburg and burn it all down in flames, but you knew that would hurt everyone else and would only help your pride.

However, those words were new. Niki was always able to pay her taxes on time. It was a huge stress on her, but she always did it.

'It'll be fine. Maybe if I finish Wilbur's project earlier than I expected I can get the money and help Niki out if she's really struggling that much.' You smile at the thought...

OOPSIES I WENT REALLY OFF TOPIC BUT IDEAS ARE BLOSSOMING AND THEY'RE ALL NOT REALLY WHAT YOU REQUESTED, AND SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :-: PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT ME TO WRITE WHAT YOU ACTUALLY REQUESTED

#fanfiction #mcyt #technoblade #technoblade x reader #technoblade fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt x reader #x reader

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Unsteady - BENEATH THE BLOOD MOON

summary: Bludhaven and Gotham take a fearful turn when a new threat is posed in both Batman and Nightwing’s territories, neither of them equipped for it. That is, until Dick crosses paths with an unlikely new ally...

word count: 4k warnings: brief mention of violence.

A cool breeze ruffled Dick’s hair as he looked over the city of Bludhaven, way up on the tops of the buildings. He’d been hunched over, listening intently on his police scanner for far too long. It was too quiet of a night. Not even the common street criminal was causing a disturbance. The silence was far more vexing than any goon he’d come into contact with over the past week.

Dick tried not to let the little noises pester his paranoia further, though it was hard. The sound of an animal rustling in a garbage can or a car’s horn was enough to make him jump. Dick stood, taking in a deep breath before he flipped from one roof ledge to a lower one. Landing with a hard thud, he turned over his back, eyeing the spot he’d just left and the gap below. Below, consumed in the darkness, he swore he heard voices.

Dick turned and peaked down, seeing nothing in the bleak emptiness between crumbling buildings. He continued his typical patrol around the tops of the buildings, looking over the city. It was the first night in months that not a thing gave him a good chase. While he felt like he deserved a break, the sudden change in activity felt odd. It was as if an entire world of crime just stood at a stand still, completely unmoving as Dick traveled the rooftops of Bludhaven.

Faintly, Dick heard a grunt and blows landing. It was quiet, but Dick’s trained ears focused on it and could make out a cocky ‘that all you got?’ He did a front somersault off the ledge and slid down the opposite wall, skillfully as to not disturb the others in the alleyway. He turned on his heels and crouched down behind a rusty dumpster, peeking his head out to survey the scene.

A woman was facing with her back toward him, striking whatever was in front of her with her palm, upward into her attacker’s nose. Jesus Chirst, Dick thought, usually now is the time I have to come in. She spun around and delivered what should’ve been a near-fatal kick into the attacker’s ribs, but he only stumbled before throwing his hand into the woman’s head. She took barely a second to steady herself before grabbing her attacker’s next hit by the wrist to twist it upward. At an impressive speed, she unsheathed what looked like a wooden stake and plunged it into the chest of her attacker. Dick caught a glimpse of the man’s face, seeing it contorted and molded with yellow eyes before it burst into dust.

He was in awe. Of all the metahumans and villains he’s faced throughout his entire life, he’d never come across something quite like that. Maybe he’d read about them but seeing one perish in person was an entirely new ballgame. He stood up from his spot, stepping out from behind it, but didn’t trek toward the woman. She was relatively new and, to be frank, scary. “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that maybe now isn’t the time to ask questions?” Dick spoke clearly, despite being unsure of this new vigilante, if that’s what she was.

She flinched at his loud voice and whipped around, fists clenched. When her eyes laid on him, her mouth dropped, but her shock didn’t last long and was soon replaced with some form of annoyance, “Nightwing, is it? A little birdie told me to watch out for you. Well, another little birdie.” She said, poking fun at his alter ego.

“In the way that we’d be brawling like your little friend or just as a precaution?” Dick quipped.

“Neither. Just a piece of information I needed to have before I moved here.” Her shoulders relaxed as she walked toward him, “We done here?” Her shoulder bumped into his and which only spurred Dick’s talking on more.

Before he could get a word in, she said, “You were watching for a while before I dusted that creep. Is it a part of the job to leave capable dames to their own devices now? I definitely could’ve used the help.” Her tone was sarcastic, Dick couldn’t tell if she meant it, or was just annoyed simply by his presence.

Dick blinked a few times before answering, “I have no idea what that was. Or what or who you are. I was a little taken aback, needed time to plan my next move.” he responded, following her out of the alley.

She stopped in her tracks and turned around, narrowing her eyes on him. She examined his face for a moment and Dick grew anxious that she was trying to figure out his identity for a split second. Shaking off the uneasy feeling, he furrowed his eyebrows. “You really have no idea what I just killed?”

The fact she’d said ‘what’ instead of ‘who’ returned the uneasy feeling, but this one was different, “No, I don’t. Mind telling me? This seems like crucial information I should’ve known when I moved here.” He mocked, but the woman could only smirk at it.

“It was a vampire. Like, a genuine dracula. Blood-sucking demon of the night, fangs and all. There have been sightings and nests popping in Atlantic City, Gotham and Bludhaven more and more recently.” She explained, continuing her walk down the empty street. Dick didn’t realize he was supposed to follow her.

He jogged up to her, slowing down and matching speeds with her pace. Dick never walked through the neighborhoods at night, too busy flipping from the rooftops to realize how things looked down here at night. Gazing at the woman through his peripherals, he sucked in a breath, “And you’re.. What? Just doing a public service by driving stakes through their hearts?” he asked, question after question popping into his head. If she was a civilian, where’d she learn how to fight and defend herself like that? Why was she absorbing blows that should’ve knocked her on her ass? How did she know all this? Especially that these supposed nests were in Bludhaven?

“I’m the Slayer. It’s my destiny, or whatever, to hunt them down and send ‘em back to hell.” She clarified, sounding less than enthused.

Dick chuckled, “Whoa there, try to contain your excitement.”

Rolling her eyes, she picked up speed, wanting to shake the nuisance that was Nightwing, “Look, I’ll go my way, you’ll go yours. There’s no need to be all buddy-buddy. I’ll kick vampire ass, you’ll beat down criminals, simple as that.”

Dick stopped on their walk, grabbing her wrist just for her to rip it from his clutches, “Would you listen for one goddamn second?” he raised his voice, surprising her, “If these creatures are as dangerous as I’m thinking, and to the extent you said, you’ll need help. This doesn’t sound like much of a cakewalk. I’m not an idiot who wears a mask and punches cat-buglers, okay? There are more important skills than brute strength, ones I have, that could help you.”

He could tell she was considering it. It took only a few seconds for her to answer, “This isn’t something that’s a team effort. I’m the slayer, and whether I like it or not, I have to do this on my own.”

Dick let her go off on her way this time. He couldn’t wrap her head around the events of that night, especially not the fact that Bludhaven and Gotham, his home and former home, were riddled with creatures like the one she’d just fought. Grotesque, monstrous creatures that were preying on the innocent the way that they were. He feared for the citizens of Bludhaven, knowing that he might not be able to protect them from the vampires he knew nothing about. Sighing heavily, he took out his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t saved but could recite from heart at any given time. It only rang once before a familiar voice spoke. “Master Dick, it’s been too long.” Alfred chimed.

“I miss you too, Alfred. Tell him I’m driving up. There’s something brewing in both our cities and we might need all hands on deck for this,” he paused, “I’m gonna send you some information of my current location, can you please use the cameras in the area for facial recognition for the woman I was with tonight?”

“I’ll hop to it, Master Dick. I’ll let him know, as well and make preparations for your sleeping arrangements.” Alfred spoke in his typical calm and calculating, yet stern tone.

“I’ll get a motel, just tell Bru-”

Alfred cut him off, “I’m afraid not, Master Dick. You will be staying in the manor and there’ll be no arguments made against it. The facial recognition you requested will be done within the hour.”

Rolling his eyes, Dick smiled, “Yeah, alright. See you soon, Alfred. Thank you.” And with that, Dick ended the call, inhaling sharply. His night just became a lot more eventful than he could’ve ever guessed.

“Fuck.”

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Dick pulled into the long stretch of driveway through the gates, his tongue running over his teeth. It’d been some time since he’d been home and it still felt cold and distant. He didn’t plan on staying too long, but would stay as long as needed to research and learn about any lore pertaining to vampires and ‘The Slayer’. Bruce had more money than God and enough books to educate a small community, some of those might even be older than God.

The sprawling grounds of Wayne Manor, while being the apple of any remotely smart person’s eye, made Dick feel more alone than he ever had. However, he did what he learned as a child, and pushed those feelings down, trying to focus on the task at hand. After stepping out of his car, now parked in the garage, he met up with Alfred. That old rascal always brought a smile to Dick’s face, even after the time he’d seen him. “Nice to see you, Master Dick. Master Wayne is waiting for you. The facial recognition was successful.”

Dick couldn’t help but grin at the butler before clapping him on the shoulder, “Thanks, Alfred. I owe you one!” He shouted as he booked it toward the indoor entrance to the cave.

The manor was always remarkably clean, thanks to Alfred ( and sometimes Bruce ) . With Alfred’s older age, you would think that he was ready to give up the butler life, but there was no way he would, not while Bruce was running rampant in the streets wearing a cape and cowl. Dick waited patiently in the elevator ride down, his hands fidgeting at his sides. He shoved them into his jean-pockets as the door opened, revealing the dimly lit cave.

Bruce was standing before the bat computer, pictures and records up on the large screen. He was hunched over the tabletop in front of him, rather than sitting in the chair. He wore a black tshirt and dark jeans, rather than the full form of the batsuit or head-to-toe formal wear. Bruce heard Dick’s footsteps and straightened his back, turning toward the younger man. “You look different,” Bruce said in monotone.

Dick chuckled, “Yeah, living on your own does that, I guess.” He knew that Bruce wasn’t one for physical affection but that didn’t stop Dick from giving him a brief hug, which to his surprise, Bruce reciprocated for the short while it happened.

“So, did you pin-point our mystery girl?” Dick said, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, eyeing Bruce as he pulled up what looked like an ID photo.

“Y/N L/N. Goes to a community college in Bludhaven, lives alone. She previously lived in Chicago, graduated from high school, got accepted into a community college there, held a steady job, but moved here after her mother was killed eight months ago. Coroner’s report says animal attack but given the information you sent, I’m guessing that whatever she fought off last night is one of the things responsible for the murder of her mother. Who is she to you, Dick?” Bruce slowly turned to face Dick, raising his eyebrows in curiosity.

Dick shrugged, “I’m interested in her line of work.” He said, but Bruce knew exactly what Dick wasn’t saying. He let it slide, obviously not wanting to open that can of worms.

“I’ve pulled up every known instance of vampires over the past twenty years and… a lot of it is complete nonsense, Dick. Very slim picking of what compares to Y/N’s vampires. Something about Twilight-” Bruce was about to continue but Dick cut him off.

“Steer clear of anything marked under that, you won’t get anywhere.” Dick turned away from the computer and walked toward the dark oak bookshelf away from where Bruce stood.

“And where are you going?” Bruce asked.

Dick turned over his shoulder as he walked, “There has gotta be something in one of your dusty old books that’s more helpful than you skimming teenage fanlore.” He chuckled, eyes running over the spines of all the books. He didn’t have too much to go on, but anything would help them at that moment.

Bruce and Dick spent hours researching vampire lore, hoping something would point them in the direction of some sort of slayer prophecy. Of course, it would’ve been much easier if Y/N complied with Dick in the first place, but she was dead set on avoiding Nightwing like the plague. While Bruce appreciated literature, he knew how to find needed information on the web better than anything else. It bothered him that he wasn’t coming up with much, but he’d never tell Dick that.

“Any luck?” Bruce called out.

“Not on the slayer, but this volume and the one like it talks all about what they are and the lore behind them,” he paused for a moment, then realized Bruce was waiting for him to continue, “They’re essentially demons, soulless creatures from Hell. They can only inhabit earth if they possess a human corpse. Apparently they’re considered hybrids, less pure than other demon species.”

Dick looked up from the pages of the worn book, seeing Bruce look absolutely lost in thought. He cleared his throat, hoping he’d have some sort of feedback. “What are they doing in Bludhaven?” Bruce asked.

“Add that to the pile of answers we don’t have.” Dick huffed.

The two men were up into the early hours of the morning, almost 5AM before Dick had a breakthrough in one of the thousands of books in the cave. “Here!” he called out, getting Bruce’s attention. The older man quickly made his way to the table that Dick had been hunched over, reading and researching.

“Every generation, one girl is chosen to be the Slayer. She wields the power to fight demons, vampires and other forces of darkness. Apparently the first slayer actually had the gifts of a vampire given to her by said vampire.” Dick read.

Bruce was silent.

“Are you going to say anything? We’ve been at this for hours and I finally find something and you’re a statue.” Dick was annoyed and tired and beyond ready to burn every book in the manor and then go right to sleep.

“That’s just it, Dick. We’ve been at this the entire night and all we’ve learned is that some otherworldly force picks a woman to fight the undead. We’re still at square one in my book. Get some sleep, we’ll regroup and pick it up again after some rest.” Bruce said, turning to shut down the computer.

Dick grumbled, gathering up all the books he hadn’t read through, along with the one who explained who the Slayer was, and went to his old bedroom. He would probably only get a few hours of sleep before he would be up and at it again. He needed to find more out before going back to Bludhaven to find her again. He wanted to be prepared, knowledgeable. Dick knew that there was no way Y/N would let him help if she had to teach him all there was to know about vampires. He still didn’t know if she could be swayed even if he had already learned.

As soon as Dick hit the mattress, books surrounding him, he was out like a light. He hadn’t pushed himself to the extreme of staying up over 24 hours in a long time and he felt like he would go insane from lack of sleep. That first night back at Wayne Manor, Dick had nightmares. He was in his Nightwing suit, except for his mask, standing in an alleyway that seemed like it went on infinitely on both ends. He tried to run one direction but felt like he was getting nowhere. On all sides of him he heard someone crying out for help and a hiss that felt too familiar. The cries continued as did the hisses for what seemed like mere minutes, but when Dick opened his eyes, he’d realized it was nearly three o’clock.

He felt like he’d been hit by a semi-truck, or maybe a large pick-up at the least. There was a cup of coffee next to his bed on his nightstand, still steaming. After all these years, ALfred had a knack for knowing when his boys would be awake. Dick grabbed it sluggishly and took a small sip as he sat up. The room was still and quiet, while he enjoyed the peace, sometimes it was deafening. After he’d downed most of the coffee, he pulled his shirt off and headed to the shower.

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“Let’s just say that she does allow you to work with her, will you keep me informed?” Bruce posed the question as Dick looked over yet again, another book. He peaked over the pages of the book he was reading, lips on the rim of his coffee mug.

Bruce looked like he’d gotten enough sleep for the both of them, had his healthy breakfast and already did his eight mile run. It was appalling how easy it was for Bruce to hide his fatigue, while Dick, Jason and Tim had always looked tired, constantly.

“If what she said is true, that Gotham as well as Bludhaven, has these nests, then yes. You’ll need to stay in the loop and be hypervigilant during patrol. These things are no joke, Bruce.” Dick answered, “Mind if I take the books with me back home? I’ll scan over any information I deem important.”

Bruce nodded, but before Dick could exit the kitchen to pack up his belongings, the older man called out, “Be careful.” Bruce might not express his fondness or affection for his son, but he knows that Dick knows exactly what his simple words mean.

Dick turned back and nodded. “You too.”

The drive back to Bludhaven was tense. Dick knew he’d have to betray what little trust he’d managed to create the first night he met Y/N by essentially breaking into her apartment. He fought with himself mentally about his next move. He still had research and planning to do if was going to seriously enter this world. He was too stubborn to just let Y/N tell him no. He didn’t care if it was her destiny to battle these things alone. He was going to make sure she wasn’t on her own and that he upheld his oath to protect Bludhaven.

Within the wall of his Bludhaven apartment, he stood in the kitchen, unmoved as he pondered his options. There weren’t many. It was either he’d help Y/N and go to her apartment, maybe get his ass kicked if she was startled or not help her and go about his regular vigilante activities. It shouldn’t even be a question. Dick tried to put his impulsivity aside, tried to think before jumping immediately into this unprepared. Y/N told him to stay out of it, he should respect that. But what if it becomes too much for her to handle on her own? Wouldn’t she rather have an ally? Someone to depend on? There had to be a reason why she was so harsh about it.

A million more questions spurred Dick’s thoughts on, but in the end, he decided he’d rather have her be pissed off at him interfering with the slayer business than her, laying in an alleyway, dead because of some demon. He’d set out to find her before it got dark, he didn’t want to risk getting a wooden stake to the torso because she couldn’t see the black and blue suit.

He donned the Nightwing garb as he seemingly flew over the rooftops, cartwheeling, backhandspringing, flipping, somersaulting all over the ledges and landings to get to her apartment which was about ten blocks from his own. From the roof of a building opposite to her apartment complex, he could see into her living room through a window. The curtains were parted and the soft lighting illuminated Y/N on her couch, a bowl of cereal in her hands and a textbook in her lap. The domestic scene almost completely masked her slayer personality. She simply was a college student, trying her hardest to be normal, plagued with the responsibility of protecting innocent life.

Dick slid down onto the fire escape below him before leaping to one on Y/N’s building, careful not to cause any reason for a passerby to look up and see him. Perched on her fire escape, he carefully knocked on the glass of the window. She nearly jumped ten feet in the air, almost spilling her cereal. Looking over to her window, her expression showed pure confusion. Dick was surprised, he expected blind rage.

Getting off the couch, Y/N placed her cereal and textbook on her coffee table before storming over to the window, sliding it open. “What the hell? Are you stalking me now?” She whisper-shouted.

Dick shook his head, “No, no. It seems like that but I promise that’s not the case.”

Y/N sighed deeply, clearly unamused. She remained silent, crossing her arms as she stepped out of the way of the window frame, “Come on in.”

Dick slowly climbed into her apartment, hunched over for a brief moment before standing tall, scanning the room. It was simple and neat. She had multiple potted succulents and a few framed photos on the wall. She had a couch and a bean bag in her living room as well as a small tv stand and coffee table, which looked to be covered in books and paperwork. It wasn’t at all what he’d expected it to be like.

Before he got lost in thought about her apartment decor, he turned to her, “I read about the vampires and slayer lore. We didn’t have much to go by, but I found out the basics.” Dick could tell she was on the verge of interrupting, “Let me finish. I know that it’s your so called destiny to do this on your own, but I say fuck that. I want to help and technically speaking, if I’m not working with you, I’d just be hunting them down on my own. We can work together. Two minds are greater than one. You don’t have to babysit or coddle me, I get the gist of what you’re up against. Let me lighten the load. If you don’t like working together after some time, I’ll hit the road. Just give me a chance to show you I can be worth your while.”

Inhaling sharply, still with her arms crossed she spoke finally, “You’re not gonna leave me alone are you?”

Dick grinned, “Couldn’t get rid of me if ya tried.”

Feeling defeat sink in, Y/N rolled her eyes and walked back over to her couch and coffee table, resuming her spot where she was studying. “The second you get on my nerves, I’m kicking your ass.” She said, not a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

“I won’t. Scout’s honor.” he did the hand salute thing before taking a seat next to her on the couch.

Once more, she rolled her eyes and felt the weight of her decision start to sink in.

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(LATEST CHAPTER) Book 3 Part 2 – Chapter 36: Forever, Always

"RUN!" screamed Yeoni.

They opened fire, strafing us with what seemed like endless bullets. The girls started screaming, all of us rushing to cover. I ran to hide behind a pillar, pulling Tzuyu with me. My head was spinning. Excruciating pain stung my right shoulder, the one that was hit by Taewoo's shotgun earlier, and I felt my back sore too. Some of the bullets must have hit the back of my kevlar vest.

"S–Sha? What happened? I heard gunshots! Tell me what happened!" screamed Wendy through the earpiece. "I–It's... It's an ambush. The SOU team... They started shooting at us!" Sana replied. "These are not Hyejin's SOU! We were set up!" Yeoni said. "W–What? What... Taengoo-unnie! We have to get back! We have to save them!" Irene screamed. "NO! DON'T! Don't come back here! These guys are wearing heavy armour, we can't just stun them with our bracelets! And they're shooting at us with machine guns! DO NOT COME BACK!" screamed Suzy. "But... B–But..." Irene objected, but at that moment a loud scream cut her off. "A–Appa! Appa! APPA STAY AWAKE! APPA!!!"

A horrified gasp left Tzuyu's mouth. I turned to my right, and I saw Manse sitting weakly, his back leaning against the back of a sofa. I saw a trail of blood on the floor. Hyejin must have pulled him to cover, but... His white shirt was turning redder and redder. Holes after holes riddled his large torso, a pool of blood was forming around him. His eyes were closing.

He was fatally wounded.

"APPA! APPA!" shrieked Hyejin, caressing Manse's cheeks. "H–H–Hyej... Hyej–in..." whispered Manse, sounding really weak.

Hyejin screamed in rage. She pulled her gun out of the holster and broke cover, starting to shoot the fake SOU unit at the staircase. She hit one in the head, killing him instantly, and another one... And another one. The SOU took cover, but it didn't take long for them to start shooting at her again. A bullet caught her right leg, making her stumble to the ground, shrieking in pain.

Bullets hit the floor close to her, but before it could kill Hyejin, Manse grunted loudly, his large muscular arms pulling his daughter's body away to safety behind the sofa. Sana and Jennie rushed to her side, putting pressure on her wound.

"Fuck... F–Fuck! Fuck!" Hyejin cursed, wincing in pain.

Hyejin's leg was badly injured. I could see a bloody gaping hole on her thigh, right above her knee. She was bleeding profusely. Jennie tore a piece of her shirt to bind Hyejin's leg. Yeoni looked up, looking panicked.

"Shit... Shit... We're pinned. We gotta get out of here!" Yeoni yelled. Minsoo looked at me. "Hyung! H–Hyung, let's... Let's try the front door!" he exclaimed.

I nodded. Yeoni took Hyejin's gun and started shooting to cover us, while Minsoo and I rushed to the front door to push it open. To our horror, it won't budge. It was locked. I looked down, and I noticed a mechanical lock was barring the door. Fuck!

"FUCK! FUCK! It's locked!" I cursed. "T-They... They must have locked it... A–After... After they escorted the others out..." stuttered Minsoo. "W–Who are these people?" asked Jennie in confusion.

Hyejin shook her head, sweat dripping from her forehead. She was going through intense pain.

"I–I... I don't know... I... I thought they're my team... I... I... Someone must have intercepted my... Call..." she stuttered. "I–It's... H–Him..." Manse whispered.

We all turned to look at him. Blood was starting to leak from his mouth. He tried so hard to look at Hyejin.

"H–Hyejin... C–Can you... O–Open... My... C–Cuffs?" he asked, lifting his hands up.

Hyejin nodded and did so, pressing her thumb on the scanner. The handcuffs clattered to the ground. Manse lifted his bloody hands to cup Hyejin's cheeks, staring at her eyes intently.

"L–Listen to... Me. Listen to me... H–Hyejin... F–Find... Find... Him. You... Have to stop him..." he whispered. "W–Who... Who, Appa?" Hyejin asked.

Manse tried to breathe, but his lungs were punctured. Blood spurting from the holes in his chest. He closed his eyes and grimaced in pain, but he opened his eyes again to look at his daughter.

"Black... Mamba..." Manse whispered.

Hyejin's eyes widened in surprise. I exchanged confused looks with Tzuyu. Black Mamba? That was... Aespa's song, wasn't it? Suzy opened her mouth to ask Manse more, but Hyejin reached up to grab his hands on her cheeks.

"A–Appa! Stop talking! We need to get you out of here! We... We need to get you treated!" she sobbed.

Manse smiled and coughed up blood. He shook his head slowly. Hyejin started crying. She knew. It was inevitable.

"A–Appa... Appa..." she wept. Manse smiled and looked at his daughter. "I... Give me... My gun and... Detonator. I'll... I'll... Kill them all here. Bury... B–Bury them all here... W–With me... I... You... Guys... Run. Three minutes. You've got three minutes... Before... The bombs. Run... Basement... Run..." he rambled, looking at all of us. "Appa... P–Please... No... Appa..." Hyejin wept loudly.

"Hyejin..."

Hyejin looked up, tears flowing from her eyes. Her face was covered in blood, her father's blood. Manse looked at her and smiled. His thumbs wiped the tears off his daughter's eyes.

"It's... Alright... I... Finally... S–See... You again... I'm... At peace. I'm... Happy..." he whispered.

The detective burst into tears and hugged her father tightly, burying her face on his bloodied chest. Manse chuckled and coughed blood again, rubbing Hyejin's short green hair.

"Appa... A–Appa... Saranghae..." sobbed Hyejin, her shoulders trembling. "S–Sarang–hae... H–Hyejin..." he whispered. "I–I'll... Tell... Eomma... That... You're doing... Great..."

Manse pushed Hyejin away from him, nodding at Suzy, who was crying as well. Hyejin took out Manse's gun and the detonator from her belt, giving them to Manse. The big guy smiled and nodded. His left thumb slipped to the button on the detonator, while his right hand looked steady, gripping the gun. He stared at us. Yeoni pressed a finger into his ear.

"C–Care team... Care team... Strike Force. Meet us at the... At the alley. We're exiting through the basement. Hyejin and Chuyoung's hurt... We... Meet us there," he said. "Roger that, Yeoni. Emergency responders are here. We're meeting you at the back alley. Guys, you heard him! Move out!" Taeyeon's voice replied.

I clutched Tzuyu's hand tightly, and she nodded. She still stared concernedly at my bleeding shoulder. To be honest, my head was starting to spin, my vision blurry. I knew I was losing a lot of blood... But I couldn't stop now. Not like this. I smiled to comfort her.

"I'm fine, Tzu..." I whispered.

Tzuyu stared at me, her eyes teary, but she nodded silently. I smiled again and looked at the others.

Minsoo carried Hyejin on his back, and I saw Yeoni swooping Jisoo's legs, carrying his pregnant sister so she wouldn't need to run too much while carrying that big baby bump. The rest looked ready. We all turned to look at Manse. He took a deep breath...

And he pressed the detonator.

I heard the sounds of a series of mechanics echoing throughout the building, followed by many ticking sounds. Manse roared loudly, and with surprising strength, he stood up from behind the sofa...

"RUN! GO NOW!" he bellowed.

Manse started shooting, hitting a couple SOU officers, killing them. He lifted the sofa we were hiding behind and threw it at them, knocking three guys to the ground. He charged forward while roaring loudly. The SOU troops riddled him with bullets, but he kept attacking them...

That was the last I saw of him. We were running away. We ran like crazy to the corridor that would lead us to the basement. We rushed down the stairs, reaching the basement...

"W–What the fuck?!" Dahyun gasped.

I saw three bodies, scattered messily at the bottom of the staircase. I recognised them instantly. These were Sungho, Taewoo, and Chunghee. The three directors, my ex-colleagues... They were dead, each with a bullet hole on their forehead.

"W–What... Who..." Jisoo stuttered in fear. "The... The SOU guys that took them earlier... They brought them down here and executed them," Yeoni muttered. "T–They... Want to... Erase... Everything... About... Appa's work. They... Whoever did this... They don't want... Any... Loose ends..." Hyejin stuttered through her pain. "Come on, come on, guys! We need to get out of here! The bombs, remember? Come on!" rushed Sana.

We nodded, stepping across the three dead bodies, entering the basement. Tzuyu and I exited last, and I made an effort to close the metal door to the staircase, preventing anyone from the ground floor from following us out.

"Come on, this way!" Yeoni led us, Jisoo clutching his neck tightly.

Yeoni walked past a car, the rest of us closely following him, but at that moment, suddenly we heard a volley of shots. Yeoni ducked behind a car, and everyone did the same.

"Fuck! There's more of them?" Suzy cursed. "I–I... I see three men... Three men," said Jisoo, peeking a little from behind the car.

I looked up, and she was right. Three men, dressed in similar black tactical gear like the rest of the fake SOU squad, were standing in front of the entrance to the parking lot, their rifles aiming left and right, scanning the darkened area to find any movements. Shit. They were blocking our exit. Hyejin pressed her radio.

"Seonjang... Nim... ETA..." she whispered weakly. Her radio crackled. "One minute. One minute. Stand by!" Captain Park replied urgently.

There wasn't enough time. The bombs would explode by the time they reached us. We had to get out. We had to get past these three gunmen. But how? Yeoni looked around.

"Shit... Shit. How many guns do we have?" he asked. "One..." Hyejin said, lifting her gun. "Give it to me, Hyejin. You know I'm a good shot," Jennie said, extending her arm, but Jisoo shook her head. "N–No! Jen, what are you talking about? They'll shoot at you!" Jisoo said panickedly. "Someone has to stay, Unnie. Someone has to draw the shots so the rest can run away! If not, we'll never make it out... Not before the bombs explode!" Jennie said urgently.

Bombs. Suddenly, at that moment, my ears picked up the beeping sound of a timer... Of several timers. Everyone heard it too. We looked around, until Dahyun stooped down, looking under the car she was hiding behind.

"G–Guys... It's..." she stuttered.

I followed her example and bent down to look under the car in front of me. She was right. I saw an explosive pack stuck to the bottom of the car, a timer attached to it, the red numbers blinking down every second.

One minute and thirty seconds.

"Shit. Shit, we gotta go!" Sana said panickedly. "Hyejin! Give me the gun!" Jennie said urgently. "No! Please, no!" sobbed Jisoo, not willing to let her go.

Then it hit me.

There was a reason why I survived those two shots in the back I got last December. This was why I recovered so quickly. This was why I was given a second chance at life. This was why I was here...

This was why even after Taewoo's shot hit my shoulder, I managed to keep myself up for so long, even after losing so much blood. I thought it was the adrenaline talking, but... Now I understand.

I glanced at Tzuyu. She was staring at the three gunmen blocking our exit. I realised now why I met her, why I fell in love with her. I realised now why I told Sangwoo to take care not just of Nayeon, but of Tzuyu too. I realised now why I sang 'Butterfly' in the noraebang last night. I realised why she felt like it was a goodbye... Because it was indeed a goodbye.

Without words, I reached for Hyejin's hand... And took the gun from her. Everyone turned to look at me, their eyes widening in surprise.

"H–Hyung?" Minsoo stuttered. I nodded. "Hyung, don't... Don't play the hero here," warned Yeoni. I smiled. "It's the only way, Yeoni. You know..." I replied.

Yeoni frowned, holding back his tears, but he understood. Minsoo and Dahyun started sobbing, shaking their heads bitterly. Hyejin simply stared at me, and I saw the gratitude in her eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled at them.

"Go around the cars to the left. I'll draw their shots from the right. Go. You don't have much time," I said calmly.

Tzuyu finally realised what I wanted to do, and she started to panic.

"O–Oppa?" she stuttered. I smiled. "Go, Tzu. Nayeon is waiting at the HQ. She'll be happy to see you," I said. "O–Opp–Oppa? N–No... No! NO!" she started sobbing.

I reached to grab her cheek.

"Tzu... I'm dying anyway. I didn't admit it earlier... But... You know I've lost too much blood. I won't make it back. Please. Just go..." "N–No! No... Oppa... P–Please... No... No!" she wept. "Nayeon and Sangwoo will care for you... Tzu... You'll be alright..." I whispered.

Tzuyu burst to tears. She pulled me to a hug, clinging her long arms around my neck, not letting me go. I smiled and looked at Sana. Tears were wetting her eyes too, but I knew she understood. She reached forward to grab Tzuyu's shoulder, but Tzuyu shrugged her off.

"Tzu... Come on... C–Come on... We don't have time," Sana whispered. "I'll... I'll stay with him! I'll stay with him!" sobbed Tzuyu stubbornly.

My heart ached seeing her like this... But I had to do this. She clutched my back, her body rigid, intent on not letting me go. I lifted her face up, staring into her beautiful eyes. I closed my eyes... And kissed her lips.

Her lips felt soft, felt tender. It was the best feeling in the world. I thanked the heavens for allowing me the opportunity to experience her kiss, to be the first man to ever feel her body, to ever receive her love. I knew I won't be her last... But she was my last, and I was thankful for it.

For some reason, I reached to touch her abdomen. I didn't know... I would never know... But at that moment... Somehow... I felt life. I pulled myself away from her, breaking our kiss. I stared into her eyes... And I smiled.

"I love you, Tzu... I'll forever be with you. Forever, always..." I whispered.

With that, I pushed her body away strongly. Sana and Suzy caught her and locked their arms around her. Tzuyu screamed and struggled, but her two unnies were stronger. I took one final glance at her... And I ran to the right and started shooting.

"COME AT ME, YOU FOOLS!!!" I yelled.

A lucky shot hit one gunman in the head, killing him instantly. The two started rushing towards me. They opened fire, and I felt bullets hitting my kevlar vest. It was painful. It was excruciating, but I kept running, drawing these two fools as far away from the rest as possible.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Yeoni rushing forward, Jisoo in his arms. Jennie and Dahyun running behind him, followed by Minsoo with Hyejin on her back. Behind them... Sana and Suzy dragged Tzuyu away. She was still kicking and screaming, tears flowing down her smooth cheeks.

"NO! NO! CHUYOUNG-OPPA! NO!" she shrieked.

A bullet caught my left arm, then another caught my right leg, then my other leg, then my other arm. I stumbled to the ground. I was bleeding profusely. Fuck.

They were approaching. I lifted my gun and started shooting. A shot hit the gunman on the left in his face, making him stumble to the ground, dead. The next shot hit the final guy in his knee. He dropped in front of me, groaning in pain. I lifted my gun and aimed at his head.

"Die, you fool..." I uttered.

With a loud scream, I emptied my magazine at him, shooting his head again and again...

He slumped to the ground. His head mangled. Blood splattering everywhere. He was dead. They were dead.

It was over... It was finally over.

A beeping sound.

I glanced to my right. From the reflection off the water on the ground, I could see the numbers in the bomb under the car next to me. Twenty seconds. So this was it.

A ray of light hit my eyes.

I lifted my head. It was the sun. It was dawn. A new dawn, a new day. I glanced at the exit. The others had reached safety. The blast of the explosion won't reach them. I saw the blue and red police rotary lights. So the real SOU had finally arrived. I saw a lot of ambulances too. Medical workers, emergency responders. Hyejin was treated. She was safe. They were safe.

The beeping... Ten seconds.

The other IPG members have arrived too. Jeongyeon was hugging Sana and Dahyun tightly, the three of them crying. Jisoo was crying in Jennie and Lisa's arms, Yeoni hugging them tightly. Taeyeon, Sooyoung, Seohyun, Sunny Irene, Seulgi, Joy, Suzy and IU stood together, their hands interlaced with each other as they looked at the building. Dara was sitting next to CL. I saw a bandage around her midriff.

And then... I saw Tzuyu.

Minsoo and Momo were hugging her tightly, but she was still crying, wailing even, looking in my direction. Her eyes caught mine. I smiled at her. I was happy that she was safe, but at the same time... I was worried. Would she be okay without me? Would that gorgeous dimpled smile ever return to her beautiful face?

I closed my eyes. I wanted Chou Tzuyu to be the last thing I saw on earth. I knew my arms were bleeding profusely, my legs were too, but somehow, I couldn't feel the pain any longer. Even my worries suddenly disappeared. She'd be alright. She had her Twice sisters, she had Minsoo, she had the IPG... She had Nayeon and Sangwoo too.

"Nabong... Sangwoo... Please take care of her..." I whispered.

My ears picked the sounds of the beeping timers. Suddenly I realised that there were just so many cars around me, each rigged with explosives. I smiled. It would be painless, then. It would be quick.

Five. Four...

Tzuyu... I wondered if she was actually pregnant with my child. I felt the life inside her, but... I guessed it was just the thought of a dying man. Whatever it was... For some reason, I knew a part of me would always be with her.

Three...

My Tzuyu... My princess... My love... My life...

Two...

"Forever... Always..."

One.

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The Misty Planet

Here we go. By request, a story (or, in this case, story line) where the Scoundrels meet Deus from the Empyrean Iris stories by starr-fall-knight-rise. Things play out a little differently here, because this time, the Great Game has begun, and there are now more players...

“The game is afoot.” -Sherlock Holmes

The view from the starship’s bridge was quite the sight to behold. A massive red star, glowing with power, shone from outside. The windows were tinted, of course, to allow the individuals inside to see without damaging their vision. But, mighty as the star was, it was another structure that the individuals were examining. The second star. Smaller, but no less beautiful than the first. This one, though, had strange, alien structures orbiting it. Which was why the group was here.

“So. We’re the bloody universe’s problem solvers, I suppose,” muttered Thomas Drake, itching his nose with the edge of a black-gloved finger.

“Well, we were the first to make contact with each other and the other galaxies after the… time-screwy thing. We also prevented the attack on the Citadel, and found out who was behind it,” replied Shepard. “Still working on finding the Shadow Broker and why he… or she, possibly, would want to kill the members of almost every government in the universe.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’ll figure that one out later. One problem at a time,” sighed Krirk.

“I’m good with that,” said Drake. “Now. On to business. Admiral Vir. Why the hell are we here?” Vir walked up to the viewing glass and let out a low sigh.

“Well, basically, here’s the deal. My crew and I came to the Polaris star, which most of you ought to recognize as it exists in all of your galaxies except one, and saw this weird, unknown structure on Polaris Ab, the smaller star of the two main ones. We have also discovered a planet nearby.” Vir went to a console and pulled up an image, taken from the ground of a strange looking alien wasteland. He let out a deep breath before going on. “This was a picture taken on a very similar planet that my crew found in the past. The two seem to be related.”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” muttered Solo. Cooper gave him a blank stare.

“Do you ever not?��

“Occasionally,” huffed Solo. “When we aren’t going to mysterious planets covered with red mist and big black pillars.”

“I agree. The whole thing is rather… ominous,” said Shepard.

“Well, if in doubt, we nuke the whole thing and be done with it,” said Drake. Vir gave him a long-suffering side glance.

“No. We are not going to nuke it,” he said. “There is too much information at stake.” He sighed again. “On that planet, we, or some of my crew and I, received visions of an entity called ‘Deus.’ What Deus is or what it wants we do not know. However, we believe that these planets are somehow aligned.” The holographic image changed, showing the Polaris system interlinked with the other strange, red planet, the Drev homeoworld, the Celzex homeworld, and Earth. “What this place is, who created the massive structure on Polaris Ab, and why these systems are all interlinked is what we are here to find out,” finished Vir.

“Visions?” asked Cain. Not good. Most definitely not good.

“Yes,” replied Vir. “Not harmful or long lasting, though.” The group was silent for a moment, as they decided on how to approach this. Throughout his career as a ship’s captain, and later, admiral, Vir usually operated on his best judgement. While occasionally shaky at times, it usually won the day. However, when wasn’t sure what to do, he usually asked himself one question: what would Captain Kirk do? Well, Kirk was now here, in the same room, and apparently he didn’t have any clue either. Might as well find out what he thinks, I suppose. “Captain Kirk? You seem to be in these sorts of situations a lot. What do you think we should do?” Kirk looked over with a frown.

“We should investigate,” he said finally. “I don’t particularly like it, never have, never will, but we have to see what’s going on all the same.” The group nodded to each other.

“Cooper and Solo, you stay up here in case anything… funny goes on,” ordered Vir. The two nodded their consent. “The rest of us… prepare. Meet you on these coordinates on planet in 45 minutes.”

Aboard the Apocalypse

“Right you sorry lot! We are going planetside to investigate a bunch of alien architecture. There may or may not be hostiles, but this place gives me the creeps,” announced Drake. The Third Squad of armsmen looked over to him. Lucky them. They drew duty rotation when we’re above disturbing planet central. “I’ve been around long enough, seen enough, heard enough stories, and watched enough horror movies to know what’s probably going to happen.” As he said this, a pair of robotic arms locked his armor in place. The armsmen were gearing up and checking their weapons, but still listening intently. “You are going to bring full combat gear, full weapons, the works! The whole works! Everyone is going to be wearing fully sealed armor, and carry an extra respirator on hand, just in case. You are also bringing provisions, again, just in case.” Drake grabbed his plasma rifle and double, then triple checked it. He then keyed his comms. “Richter. Ordelphine. If for some reason we do not make it back, you are not to send any more soldiers down. You have full authorizations for Genesis 19 protocols. Use your best judgement. I trust you two more than anyone else in this fleet, so do not allow them to override you. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that.” On the other side of the comms line, Richter and Ordelphine winced. Genesis 19 was code for the complete nuclear annihilation of anything on a planet deemed to be a threat. Drake wasn’t taking any chances here, it seemed.

Aboard the Normandy

Shepard took up a heavy machine gun and checked the ammunition. This place reminded him too much of old Prothean planets, and the beacons located on them. The massive black pillars and the visions Vir and his crew got from being near them were too much like the beacon he had touched on Eden Prime… He still had nightmares about that mission. This time, he was taking no chances. Instead of taking a full team with him, he decided to go with what he normally did, and take three ground crew members. All were carefully selected. Garrus, because he wouldn’t trust anyone else to have his back as well as the Turian sniper. Samara. An ancient Asari biotic. None more powerful or calm in a crisis. Lastly, Mordin. A Salarian scientist. The only expert he had at the moment who might be able to figure out what these ruins were. He hoped it would be enough.

Aboard the Enterprise

Kirk, Spock and Master Chief stood next to the cylindrical grey transporters of the Enterprise. The two Starfleet officers stood, checking their phasers and respirator masks, making sure nothing would go wrong once they got planetside. Alongside them were a group of low ranking redshirts (hopefully they wouldn’t die this time, though Kirk was less than hopeful) and the massive, green-clad figure of the Chief. Said figure was currently looking over all of his weapons, making sure they were all there and battle ready. Out of all the Scoundrels, it went without saying that he was the most physically powerful. It would be his duty to eradicate anything particularly big or nasty they found on the planet. If, of course, there was actually anything there. The fleet’s scanners had picked up no life signs, but everyone was still on edge. Kirk nodded and the group stepped into the transporter.

“Beam us up, Scotty.”

Aboard the Omen

Commissar Cain leaned against a shuttle in the Omen’s massive hangar bay. Of course, as the regiment’s champion of all things strange and alien, he had been chosen to lead the surface party. He couldn’t say no. How would it look to refuse to partake in a mission of this calibre in front of not only the Valhallans, but the Omen’s crew as well? He would lose his status if he did. So, it was with a very heavy heart that he warily donned his tattered set of carapace armor, strapped on his weapons, and made his way to the hangar. Sargent Grifen was already there, along with her squad. At least it was Grifen. Cain had gone through a necron tomb with her squad and lived. If he trusted anyone in the regiment with this mission, it was her. And, of course, Jurgen. Cain’s aide stood by his side, his ever present smell lingering in the air. In his hands he held his melta gun, a weapon that had saved both their lives on numerous occasions. Cain was sure Jurgen had other trinkets hidden in his pouches, in addition to the las rifle slung across his back. Jurgen was ever prepared for anything.

Cain looked up and over to where Admiral Vir entered the hangar. He was backed up by a full contingent of marines and members of the Drev clan, followed by a few of the ship’s scientists. Vir was wearing his suit of Iron Eye armor, fully insulated against the outside atmosphere. Inside it, he was one of the group’s resident super soldiers, able to perform feats no ordinary person could ever aspire to. Vir nodded as the Drev came to ease, resting their spears on the floor, and the marines checked their rifles one last time.

“Let’s get going then, shall we?”

On the Planet

The Omen’s shuttle had landed in some sort of marshland, brackish water reaching up to the group’s shins. Red mist stretched as far as the eye could see. Black plants and a few totally black, dead trees littered the ground. The Milano was parked nearby, on a larger solid stretch of ground, and Quill lounged outside it while his crew looked merely bored at the lack of action on this strange planet. The Valhallans filed out of the shuttle, looking apprehensive in contrast to the Quill’s boredom and Vir’s excitement over exploring new planets. A tiled black road led to some sort of black mass in the distance. A city, if Vir had to guess. How exciting!

A high whining sound rang out, and Kirk, Spock, and Master Chief teleported in alongside a contingent of Starfleet red-shirts. The Chief stood statue still, weapons ready, as the Starfleet operatives joined the crew of the Omen in examining the black plant life that dotted the ground and the spaces in between the road tiles.

The roar of shuttle engineers pierced the air, and the Normandy’s sleek shuttle made its descent alongside the Apocalypse’s heavy gunship transport. Shepard, Garrus, and two aliens Vir and Cain didn’t recognize stepped out of the first, while Drake and a full contingent of armsmen.

One of Shepard’s crew, a Salarian, by the looks of him, made a b-line to the scientists examining the plants, while Shepard and the other two greeted Quill. The Apocalypse’s armsmen disembarked quickly, weapons at the ready as if they were on an active battlefield. Drake made a circular motion to the shuttle pilot, who gave a thumbs up and immediately took off. Drake approached Cain and gave a curt nodd.

“This is your galaxy, Vir, so you’re in charge, but I don’t like the looks of this place. I don’t want to spend a second longer here than I need to.” Cain nodded.

“I agree. This reminds me too much of some of the… stranger things I’ve seen.” Vir pointed to the buildings on the horizon.

“I understand,” he said reassuringly. “Plus, we need to investigate that way anyway. Let's move on.” Vir made a motion to the scientists still crouched along the beginning of the pathway. Dr. Wilson, one of the Omen’s scientists, looked up and held out a vial of the black plant.

“These are all dead. But they’re remarkably well preserved…”

“Wilson is right. Planet is dead. Was once alive, but now everything here is lifeless. Strangely well preserved, though,” rattled off the Salarian, almost without any breaths.

“I’m liking this less and less,” muttered Cain.

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The group had walked the long titled road in silence, the red mist swirling around them. At one point, there was a rain storm, and Vir had ordered everyone inside one of the decayed buildings they had finally reached. Everyone had taken it differently. Shepard and his crew looked apprehensive. The crews of the Omen and Enterprise were looking over everything with curiosity. Master Chief, Drake, Cain, the Valhallans, and the Apocalypse’s armsmen were fanned out, weapons raised, clearing corners and rooms as if they were expecting something to pop out of the dark any minute. Quill and his Guardians merely looked bored. Again.

They had moved on further since then, into the city itself. Huge black buildings, in varying states of decay, loomed ominously through the fog. The scientists were all muttering to each other as the took readings, while the soldiers had all unconsciously moved into wedge formations. Drake’s gunship whined overhead, ready to provide close air support at his request. Some might have called it overkill and over-caution, but Drake hadn’t lived this long by not taking such measures.

At this point, Vir was starting to get creeped out. Everything here was… wrong, somehow. It was like a faint childhood memory that one knew they remembered, but couldn’t actually remember. The place was… familiar. Sacred, somehow. In addition, it was a decayed city with no signs of life, and no signs of what had happened to it.

“Anyone know what might have happened here?” he whispered to the rest of the group. Somehow, it felt wrong to raise his voice.

“No. Not the Borg’s style,” replied Kirk.

“Reapers would have been more thorough,” whispered back Shepard.

“I have no idea…” trailed off Cain. In actuality, he had a few ideas. None of them good. None of them he could say, either.

They came to a central spot, the roads all branching into what looked to be a main square. A large building rose up in front of them, looking distinctly human in style.

“Should we investigate?” asked Shepard.

“Yes, and no,” replied Drake. “I think some of us should stay here, outside, to make sure no one attacks our rear, while others go inside to investigate.”

“That makes… tactical sense,” replied Vir with a nodd. “Alright. Quill and Chief, along with some of the Enterprise’s crew and Valhallans, stay here. The rest of you, follow me.”

The building, as it turned out, was some sort of massive laboratory. There were test tubes of strange, glowing liquid, some form of massive, incomplete mech hanging on calves, and endless rows of filing cabinets. There were huge factory floors, complete with conveyor belts, all decayed and rusted into ignominy, and rooms filled with rows upon rows of vats of sludge. With every passing room, the entering group got more and more apprehensive. What the hell is this place? What were they doing? Vir wanted to yell. It was all so very strange. So very… creepy.

This went on for some time, the invaders of this strange sanctum touching nothing, until they got to a central room. The heavy blast doors that should have protected it were open. Not a good sign. In the center of the room was a pedestal, and upon the pedestal, a glowing white ball.

“Safeties off,” hissed Drake. “If there’s an ambush coming, now’s as good a time as any.” Vir, Wilson, Kirk, and Shepard walked up to the ball.

“What the hell is this?” asked Shepard warily.

“I don’t know,” replied Vir. “Maybe… some sort of artifact? Communication device? No clue.” Wilson reached out.

“Don’t touch it!” screamed Cain and Shepard as one. It was too late. As soon as Wilson’s skin made contact with the glowing ball, a blast of pure white energy rang throughout the room, knocking everyone off their feet. Soldiers flew in tangles of weapons, and scientists stumbled and knocked into walls.

Cain slid on the floor, and shook his head a moment to clear it of the force the ball had unleashed. He looked around. The Valhallans stood up, checking their weapons to make sure they were still working. Shepard’s team stood up, Garrus bringing his rifle around and Samara glowing with blue energy. Kril and the Salarian scientist stood up. Rigaldis, leader of the Apocalypse armsmen, pushed himself to his feet. All of the aliens were fine. All of the Imperial humans were fine. But the rest, the other humans… Cain checked Shepard’s neck for a pulse. It was there. They were all alive, but completely unconscious.

“What the hell was that?” asked one of the Valhallans.

“Don’t know,” murmured Cain as he studied the unconscious humans. With a suddenness that caused the medic checking him to recoil, Vir’s one organic eye snapped open. It looked straight ahead, completely unseeing, and seemed to have an incandescent white glow about it. The medic waved his hand in front of Vir. He didn’t blink.

“Deus…” he murmured, before falling once more into unconsciousness. Everyone looked around uneasily.

“What do we do?” asked one of the red shirts.

“Don’t touch that,” Cain pointed at the white orb, “But bring them outside. We can’t leave them here.”

Outside was calm, or, as calm as a planet filled with roiling red fog could be. Quill and Master Chief walked up to the group, noticing the bodies flung across many of the soldiers’ backs.

“What the hell happened?” asked the Chief.

“One of the scientists touched some sort of strange white orb,” replied Cain. “It knocked them all unconscious.”

“We noticed some sort of burst of white energy,” said Quill. “Didn’t know what it was. Now we do, I guess,” he added with a shrug.

“What do we do now?” asked the Chief once more.

“It’s a strange, alien artifact, and they seem to be… possessed,” replied Cain. He didn’t want to say it, but there was no avoiding it. All of the unconscious humans had a white glow around their eyes.

“Hmm,” muttered Quill. “Possessed… I think I know someone who might be able to help us here,” he announced after a moment’s deliberation. “I’ll send a message to him.”

“I need to send a message too,” said Cain. “We need to call in the experts.”

Stay tuned, because next time, the experts will arrive, and things are about to get pretty cool...

As per usual, none of these characters except Drake and his crew belong to me. If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, requests, or concerns, please, feel free to ask!

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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"Broken" A Sharky ANGSTY O/S

So I made a one shot called Baby Shark where Sharky and Rafael get pregnant and after some bumpy conversation, decide to have the baby and she grows up to be a great kid, and you love being a mother.

However, at the time I also had an idea for the OTHER outcome of the pregnancy. But I let it go, and then I got a request from-- someone, I don't know if they want this out in the world-- to write a fic about a miscarriage. So, I figured I'd go with the idea I had already planned out.

AND SO,

I present to you, the alternative outcome of "Baby Shark".

Warning: VERY angsty, dealing with abortions and miscarriages. Also religion, if you're sensitive about that.

Read at your own discretion.

If you would like to read the happy version of this story, it is here.

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You stared at the four pregnancy tests on the counter, waiting on the fifth. Plus signs and “Pregnant” words were sitting there, mocking you. You heard your phone alarm go off and picked up the last test.

Positive.

“Dammit!!!” You threw it across the bathroom. This was your worst nightmare. You didn’t want kids right now, you weren’t sure you wanted kids EVER. But you knew Rafael did, he probably wanted them as soon as possible.

“Mi Amor?” Rafael slowly opened the door.

“Raffi!” You spun around angrily. “Don’t you knock?!”

“Well I heard you yell…Oh my god,” Rafael suddenly noticed all the positive tests. “Y/N, are you…are you pregnant?”

“Yeah, well obviously,” You scoffed, gesturing to the many positive tests. You weren’t trying to be mean but he walked in just when you were trying to wrap your mind around this.

“…Why are you angry about this, carino?” He looked at you confused. “You…you do want kids, don’t you?”

“We really should have had this conversation before we got married, god why didn’t we have this conversation…”

“Oh my god,” Rafael stepped back. “You DON’T want kids?”

“I don’t know!” You threw your hands up. “Rafael I had given up on being a wife a long time ago, let alone a mother,”

“I can’t believe this,” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Look I just don’t want to have to make this decision right NOW,” You tried to act softer, lowering your voice. “You know we JUST got married, and we JUST started the practice. I just wanted some time to BREATHE,”

“So…you want to abort it?” Rafael’s voice was soft and sad.

“Christ Almighty Rafael it’s not ‘aborting’ it’s…” You paused, noticing his face was getting more horrified. “What?”

“I thought when you were defending me, your whole ‘cold medical’ argument was a tactic…”

“Yeah well,” You ran your fingers through your hair. “Look, baby,” You took his hand again. “If I…got rid of it,” You saw him flinch. “It would just be taking a pill that rips apart cells and tissue. It doesn’t disintegrate arms or legs, or a tiny beating heart,”

“Yeah I get it, Y/N” He dropped your hands and walked out of the bathroom, you ran after him.

“Rafael, come on!” You chased him through the apartment, grabbing his hand and making him face. “At least hear me out,”

“Why? Why should I? You clearly won’t hear me out! You’ve already made your decision, I bet you weren’t even going to tell me about it,”

“That’s not fair,” You replied, hurt. Of course you would have told him, wouldn’t you?

“And…it’s not just this,” He sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, if you don’t want kids right now is one thing, if you don’t want kids EVER, then…” He wiped his eyes. “Then we’re just delaying the inevitable,” He said softly, you could hear the tears in his voice.

“What?” Your heart fell into your stomach. “What are you saying?”

“I want kids, Y/N,” He looked at you very seriously. “I want kids and I’m not going to give up that idea,”

“So, you would just walk away from me for some hypothetical kids you might have some day?” You were getting upset now. How dare he threaten you like that.

“I don’t…” He ran his hands through his hair, tears still falling from his eyes. “I don’t want to,”

“Then DON’T,” You crossed your arms.

“Why should I appease you when you won’t even THINK about it?” He suddenly went from sad to angry, matching your attitude.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t think about it, I said I really don’t want to decide NOW,” You yelled back, as you sat down on the couch. All of this yelling was making you dizzy.

“Then when do you want to decide, Y/N? When-- when our baby actually has fingers, toes? Is that going to change your mind about killing them?”

“Oh my god, you are so--” You stomped out of the bathroom and through your living room.

“Where are you going?” He called after you.

“To prove to you I’m not a heartless bitch!” You yelled back as you stormed out, slamming the door behind you.

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You drove to the clinic that Dr. Ramoray worked at, pulling into the parking lot and rushed into the waiting room.

“I need to speak to Dr. Ramoray,“ You informed her.

“Do you have an appointment?”

“No, but we’re old friends,”

“Excuse me?” She looked at you quizzically.

“Can you-- can you just tell him Y/N is here and really needs to talk to him?”

“....Okay…” She looked at you skeptically but stood up and went to find the doctor. After a few minutes Dr. Ramoray walked out and greeted you.

“Hello, Y/N. Nice to see you,” He shook your hand. “Don’t tell me you have another case--”

“No, it’s personal this time doctor,”

“Personal?”

“I...can we…?” You motioned towards the rooms.

“Well...sure, Stella hold my appointments,” He informed his receptionist.

He walked you back and into a patient room. It was lined with charts of the different stages of pregnancy, lists of do’s and don’t during pregnancy, things like that. You took a seat in the regular seats as opposed to the patient stirrups.

“So, how can I help you dear?”

“Well, you know that man I defended?”

“The ADA? Well of course, that’s one day I will never forget,”

“Well he’s my-- husband,” You looked down, hoping that wasn’t a lie.

“I see,” He nodded. “Well, that makes a lot of sense now that I think about it,”

“Right,” You nodded sheepishly. “Well, see we uh-- I got us in a...situation,” You put a hand on your stomach.

“Ah,” He nodded again. “I see,”

“Yeah..”

“And guessing by your argument in court, you’d like to get rid of the...zygote?”

“I don’t know,” You shook your head. “I...I didn’t have the greatest role mode of a mother growing up, and I have no idea how to--” You rubbed your temples. Too much detail.

“Look my husband has the opposite stance on my...views, of a zygote,”

“Well that’s ironic, isn’t it?” He chuckled.

“Yes haha. I just want you--- I just need a picture of this thing to show him it’s just cells, it’s not a--”

“A baby,” he finished for you.

“Right,”

“Well, as you must know due to your research Ms. Y/N, depending on how far along you are it might be impossible to even see the zygote,” He explained.

“Well that’s even better,” You half smiled. “Then it will really prove to him I’m doing nothing wrong-- if I decide to get rid of it,”

“As you wish,” He nodded, gesturing for you to get on the patient table. You laid down on the table and pulled your shirt up, while the doctor got the gooey gel and rubbed it on your stomach. He pulled up a screen that recorded the sonogram, as he ran the scanner over your uterus.

“....Hmm…” He studied the screen intently.

“Hmmm?” You asked. “Hmmm doesn’t sound good,”

“I...well, there seems to be an...issue,”

“Excuse me?” You sat up. “An issue? What kind of issue?”

“Well Ms. Y/N according to this, your uterus is what we would call-- hostile,”

“Hostile?” You half laughed. “Why does that not surprise me…?” You shook your head. Of course you, the cold hearted shark, would have a hostile uterus on top of everything else hostile in your body.

“Yes, see all of this extra tissue? It’s not ideal for a fetus to grow and develop,” He pointed out clouds of white almost filling your uterus. “To be completely honest with you, it’s a miracle you even got pregnant,”

“...Oh Jesus…” You put your hands over your face. “Why...God why…”

“If you decide to terminate this pregnancy, there’s a slim to none chance this will ever happen again,” He continued.

“Great,” You chuckled sarcastically. “So now even NATURE is forcing me to make a choice right now,”

“Well,” He pushed the screen away. “If it helps your decision, there’s an 75% percent chance the baby will even survive full term,”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You laughed harder. “So, even if I decide to concede to my husband and go ahead with this, there’s a 25% chance that he’ll get attached to it, and then it will die anyway?!”

“Look Ms. Y/N,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “In my experience, more often than not women with hostile uteruses that do actually get pregnant, end up having perfectly healthy babies. Granted most are preemies, but with today’s technology that’s almost never an issue,”

“...Right,” You shook your head with a dry sarcastic smile, still in disbelief this was all happening.

“And if you don’t mind me saying,” He added. “I really think this is something you should discuss with your husband,”

“I actually really do mind you saying, Doctor,” You said curtly. “I just...I need a minute, can I have a minute?”

“Sure, take a minute. Call him, maybe ask him to come down,”

“...Yeah, right,” You shook your head with a smile as you walked out of the room and down the hall through the waiting room and outside in front of the clinic. You walked over to a small bench off to the side of the walkway into the clinic and sat down, and before you could think your body just erupted in a loud, angry scream.

“....Do you think this is funny, huh?!” You yelled up at the sky. “Is this, what is this, some kind of TEST?” You stood up now as you continued your rant.

“Are you-- are you trying to test how much I love Rafael? Testing just how much I’ve REALLY changed? Or are you just trying to prove to me that I can’t be happy? I can’t have the nice, perfect man, with a perfect family? That I’ll just lose anything good that I touch? You’ve turned my own BODY against me?!” You started to cry in the middle of the grass.

“Why would you do this, huh?” You asked Him. “You know the kind of mother I grew up with, you know I have nothing GOOD to reference on being a mother!” Tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Why would you do this to me? Have I been that shit of a person? Really? I went through...I went through hell and back my entire life, and then I fought like hell for Rafael, for someone who actually loved me, for the very first time in my life! And now-- now you want to take that away from me? Or are you giving me a second chance? TELL ME! TELL ME WHAT I’M SUPPOSED TO DO!!!!!!!” You screamed, falling to your knees sobbing.

“....Y/N?” A soft voice made you leap to your feet and spin around to see Rafael standing there, his mouth slightly open with a confused look on his face.

“Rafa,” You quickly sucked the rest of your breakdown back into your body, wiping tears away and clearing your throat. “W-What are you doing here?”

“I...I came to support you,” He said softly as he walked closer to you.

“Support me?”

“Well I figured, you came down here to--”

“To what, kill our baby? Without even discussing with you?” You scoffed.

“No!” He cried. “Well, maybe..”

“Right,” You shook your head with a dry laugh.

“But I was going to support you no matter your decision!!” He defended himself.

“Oh well, that’s really big of you Rafael. Coming down here to hold my hand while I abort our child and then breaking up with me as soon as we walked out of here,” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“That’s not--” He shook his head. “Look, I think-- I think that what matters right now is your little...soliloquy there,” He gestured towards the bench where you were having your screaming match at God.

“...Right,”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me about your mother, carino?”

“Why would I, Rafael?” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “I already inadvertently told you I’d never heard the words ‘I love you’ in my life before you, I thought that was pretty obvious I didn’t have the greatest parents,”

“...Fair,” He closed the gap between you, taking your hands. “I’m sorry, I should have taken that into account when were...talking,”

“Arguing,” You clarified.

“Right,” He nodded sadly. “I just-- I ...I’ve always--”

“Yeah, I get it. You’ve always wanted kids. I should have taken that into account when we even started dating. I should have thought this could happen. I’m usually so level headed and ten steps ahead of things, but with you--”

“It’s different,” He finished for you with a sad smile.

“Yeah,” You nodded softly, looking at the ground.

“Well,” He tilted your chin up. “I don’t--I don’t want to impose anything on you, but--”

“But…”

“But...you did just ask the big guy what to do, and I was here,”

“...So you’re saying, God is telling me to go through with this?”

“All I’m stating is facts, Sharky,” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not telling you to do anything, I’m really not. I swear,”

“....Well, you should know all the facts then,” You sighed, leading him back to the bench where you both sat.

“All the facts?” He asked you curiously.

“...Dr. Ramoray says that I have a…’hostile uterus’,” You shook your head with a laugh, just saying it sounded absurd.

“A hostile uterus? You? I’m shocked,” He joked, trying to ease the tension.

“I know right?” You chuckled. “Anyway um-- he said, that it was a miracle I even got pregnant,” You said softly while you played with his hand in yours.

“...A miracle?”” Rafael’s voice perked up a little. Did that mean you were considering it? Surely you wouldn’t have told him that if you were going to get rid of it.

“Yeah,” You nodded. “And um-- he said, he said if I terminated this pregnancy, there was a slim to none chance that I’d ever get pregnant again,” You looked at the ground.

“I see,” He squeezed your hand softly. “So...basically, even mother nature is forcing you to make a life decision right now,”

“That’s what I said!” You looked up into his eyes; you really were so in sync.

“...Which is why you were yelling at God,”

“...Right,” You looked up at the sky. “But there’s another thing,”

“Oh?”

“The doctor said that even if I decide to go ahead with the pregnancy, there’s a 25% chance that it will die anyway,” You looked into his eyes sadly. “Because of course, my body would be just like my mother, rejecting it,” You looked away from him with another sarcastic laugh, thinking of the irony of your situation.

“Hey,” He put a hand on your face, making you look at him. “You are NOT your mother,”

“You didn’t even know her,”

“I know she wouldn’t be wrestling with this decision, would she?”

“No,” You shook your head. “She definitely would not. She made it very clear that my father MADE her have me, because he didn’t believe in abortion,”

“....Like I was trying to do,” He said sadly.

“No baby,” You took his hands. “I know you weren’t trying to force me to do anything,”

“....But I kind of was, when I threatened to leave you,” He looked down in shame.

“No, uh uh,” Now it was your turn to pull his chin upwards. “It’s not the same. Not even close,”

“....So,” He took a deep breath. “Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

“....Well,” You gave him a small smile. “I can’t exactly argue with God for giving me what I asked for, right?”

“Wha--you mean me?”

“I asked him what to do, and here you are,” You pressed your forehead against his. “I’d say that’s a pretty big red flag of an answer,”

“Carino,” His lips curled into a huge smile before they were on yours.

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----Six Months Later----

You were in your last trimester, and were finally starting to breathe about your impending labor. Every month, every doctor’s appointment, you’d walk into the office with the worst expectations, and every time you were proven wrong. In that time, you had grown attached to your little girl, who you decided to name Isabella. Izzie, for short.

Rafael would talk to Izzie as much as he talked to you, always speaking in Spanish thinking she’d pick it up in the womb. You’d just shake your head with a smile, it was adorable the way he was so excited. It made you even more excited, just seeing him so happy. You had never been so invested in someone else’s emotions other than your own, especially not someone who hadn’t even been born yet. But you loved Izzie already, you would smile to yourself when you’d feel her moving around inside you. It was like she was snuggling you in her own little cocoon inside you.

However, on the day of your baby shower, all of your new hopes and dreams came crashing down. You were doing your makeup, humming and bouncing along with the Spotify playlist you had playing-- when you felt it. A sharp, overwhelming pain struck your abdomen, causing you to hunch over, falling to your knees.

“RAFAEL!!!!!” You screamed as your insides felt like they were being stabbed everywhere. Everything you had feared was coming true.

Rafael sprinted into your bathroom half dressed and instantly was down next to you.

“Y/N, baby what’s wrong?” He asked frantically, checking your body everywhere as you writhed in pain and began to cry.

“It’s...Izzie,” You sobbed, knowing what was happening. “I’m losing her,”

“Oh God,” Rafael dialed 911 while he tried to help you stand. When he saw your pelvis however, he stopped moving you.

“What?” You asked in a panicked tone. “What is it?”

“You’re...You’re bleeding, Y/N,” His eyes began to fill with tears as he watched you quickly begin to bleed out in front of him.

“What?” You tried desperately to look down at yourself, all you saw was a pool of blood running down the floor to your feet. Everything started to go fuzzy, you could barely hear Rafael screaming on the phone for someone to hurry up and come to your rescue. Pretty soon, you blacked out completely.

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in a hospital bed with a nurse taking your vitals.

“Welcome back, Ms. Y/N,” She smiled sweetly. “We almost lost you there,”

“...Lost me?” You looked at her in confusion before looking down at your stomach. A huge bandage was wrapped around your torso, covering several stitches and tubes coming out of your pelvis.

“Oh my god,” You whispered, beginning to panic again. “Oh my god, oh my god--”

“Whoa whoa calm down sweetie,” The nurse tried to keep you from squirming around. “You’ll pop your stitches,”

“Where’s Izzie? Where’s Rafael?” You asked her as you started to hyperventilate.

“Your husband ran to get a coffee” She assured you. “And um, your-- your baby is…”

“She’s dead, isn't she?” You began to sob. “I killed her,”

“No! No ma’am,” She shook her head. “Well, I mean she-- she is-- gone,” She said sadly. “But you did NOT kill her,”

“No, just my hostile body,” You continued to sob.

“Look I’m-- I’ll be right back,” She rushed out of the room, leaving you crying and screaming in horror and guilt.

After a few minutes, Rafael was bursting into the room, instantly at your side and taking your shaking body in his arms. He was still covered in your blood, he hadn’t dared to leave your side since they had gotten you there.

“I killed her, Rafa,” You sobbed into his chest. “I knew it, I knew this would happen. I’m broken inside, I told you I was broken,”

“Shhh, no no no mi amor,” He whispered as he tried to not start crying himself. “Shhhh, you’re-- you’re not broken,”

“I am!!!” You sobbed harder. “I killed our baby, just like I knew I would. It’s the one thing I was supposed to give you,”

“...Shh, baby I know. It’s okay, it’s alright--” He looked up at the sky as he began to cry himself.

“No it’s not, it’s not okay!!” Your sobs became heavier, you could barely breathe. All of your fears were coming true, you were being punished. You lost your child and now you were going to lose the love of your life. “Please don’t leave me, Please please please,”

“What?” He suddenly looked back down at you, pulling you from his chest. “Why would I--”

“I KILLED OUR BABY!!!!!!!!” You screamed. “That’s the ONE thing you asked me not to do!! The one thing! And I did it anyway!!!”

“NO, you did NOT,” He took both of your shoulders. “You did not kill our baby, do you hear me? You tried so hard, you took such good care of Izzie, carino--” He started to cry again as he said her name.

“She’s dead, Rafael,” You had just started to get your sobs under control until you saw him cry. You hated seeing him cry. You hated being the reason he was crying. “She’s dead!”

“And so were you!” He said through his tears. “You died on that table, they told me. But you came back to me,”

“....What?” Now you started to control your crying in shock from this new information.

“We may have lost Izzie, but I almost lost both of you. And I-- I don’t think I would have survived that,” He was still crying. “I...I’m devastated about Izzie, but I’m grateful you’re alive,”

“....Even though I’m broken?” You sniffled.

“You are not broken, mi amor,” He shook his head as he kissed your forehead, getting his own emotions to calm down. “...And if you still don’t believe me, then I promise you, I will spend the rest of our lives putting you back together,”

“....Okay,” You whispered, finally relaxing into his arms as he laid back against the wall.

“I love you, Y/N,” He whispered as he stroked your hair. “I will always love you, no matter what,”

“I love you too,” You sniffled as you started to fall asleep against his chest.

You wanted to believe him, but you knew deep down inside: You’d always be broken.

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