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wordy-little-witch · 12 days

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Okay time for that marineford au I considered

Essentially just. The whole situation with Sengoku and Garp, where the latter point blank is pinned to the ground and begs Senny not to let him go-

Garp who is flawed and makes poor decisions. Garp who has put his job above most other things the majority of his life. Garp who lost touch with his son by these decisions, Garp who took in Ace (one of the biggest betrayals to the institution he has ever done), Garp who hid him and Luffy both away, Garp who pushed and pushed and pushed for them to become Marines because that was the only option he could fathom to keep them safe and keep his power over the situation, Garp who made bad choices with the best intentions-

Garp has lost one grandson already to the people he is meant to serve.

Garp had to watch on as Ace knelt on an execution platform, dead eyed and terrified - not of his own death, no, but of deaths of the people who showed up for him.

Garp had to watch as one grandson was nearly taken while another ran full throttle through a war ground to save the other. He accepts the hit and hits the ground in a mix of allowance and genuine pain. Luffy doesn't always know his own strength, especially when someone is between him and his goal.

Garp goes down and he prays to every deity he can think of that his boys will be safe.

Akainu moves, and Garp moves to lunge. Sengoku shoves him into the stone ground, cracking the rock and pinning him in place. And Garp? Garp is Done.

He has lost his son. He lost a grandson. He lost friends, he lost so much in name of the greater good, but is it even 'good' if all it reaps is suffering? After all the things he's done, is he even a good man?

He's made so many choices for the Marines that keep him up at night.

He refuses to continue that cycle.

He turns his head, eyes livid, and he snarls, "I will not lose them, Sengoku. Not like Rosi. If you value me at all, you will let me up."

And Sengoku... falters. He hasn't heard that name aloud in far too long, and he is taken aback. That's all Garp needs.

Akainu is closing in. Luffy is down, his tiny tank of a body finally crashing in the chaotic mess of the past few days, culminating at the worst possible time. Garp is still too far away, but he can see the moment Ace's eyes change, can see when his oldest grandchild makes his decision and moves.

So Garp moves faster.

Ace blocks Luffy with his body, anticipating the burning agony with welcoming arms if only to keep his baby brother spared the fate. Luffy is gaping up at him, and he tries a smile to the pale little face staring up to him. There is warmth at his back and it takes a moment to realize the haki signature is familiar, wraps around him in a way he hasn't felt in over a decade. Luffy is not looking at him anymore, he realizes. He turns his head.

Garp is back to back with Ace. He is staring down Akainu, a hole carved and cauterized in his gut. There is blood from his mouth, staining his chin, and yet even the magma now nestled in his abdomen holds no candle to the fire burning in his eyes. Akainu sneers at Garp, mouth opening to spit a comment on treachery and betrayal.

Garp's fist moves faster. Haki covers his flesh and knuckles, cracking across the admiral's face while his other hand holds the man by the collar to keep him in place. One, two three blows are delivered before Garp shifts, lifting and flinging the magma user towards the sea.

Ace stares. Luffy hiccups. Garp turns, staggering. Just as his knees buckle, both both lunge to him, lowering and supporting his weight. Garp clings, hands cupping their heads, pulling them close.

"I'm sorry," he chokes around the blood. "I am so sorry."

The battlefield is quiet, either literally or metaphorically, none of the three know. All they can know at the moment is grasping hands and burning eyes and aching hearts. Luffy curls as close as he can to Garp, huddled close as he can, limbs loose and throbbing. Ace is staring is disbelief.

"You boys..." Garp coughs. "Are my treasure."

"Gramps...?"

"No, Lu. Let grandpa finish..." He gives them both a squeeze. "I made... so many decisions.... ones I never should have." He turns his head, meets Ace's eyes. "Taking you in, calling you mine... that was one of the best decisions I ever made. Portgas D. Ace... you are mine. My grandson. My boy. And I am so... so fucking proud of the man you have become." He takes a shuddering breath. "Your roots do not define... who or how you grow. Whatever you become, you will be perfect. And you will be mine. And I will love you with all I have."

Ace's hiccuping sobs are quiet but jarring. Garp turns to Luffy.

"Lu... my baby, my boy." He cups the teen's cheek, thumb tracing a mirror to the scar on his face. "Since the day you were born, I knew you were destined for wonderful things. I'm sorry for the hurt I have caused. I'm sorry for the things I left unsaid. But you and your brother? You are the best things I have ever chosen. I chose you as a baby. I choose you know. I know you will shake the Seas and Heavens with your laughter, and I will laugh along with you." He pressed his forehead to Luffy's head, pulling Ace closer to cradle both boys close enough to feel their shaking breaths to his throat. He shuddered at the cloying cold that snaked up his bones.

The two boys clung hard to him, even as he began to sag. Between them both, they supported his weight, babbling pleas falling from chapped and bloodied lips.

"It has been... my greatest honor," he choked out, "to raise... the young princes of the sea." He gave them a weak smile. "May the waves carry you far," he recited weakly.

Ace choked. Luffy wailed. Both of them pressed closer, but finished the rite. "And may the winds carry your voice from the heavens."

Garp chuckled. He paid no mind to the blood that bubbled in his mouth from it. He gave them one final squeeze, a weak flex which was nothing like his normal strength.

Two grieving boys cradled the waning life of the grandfather on a war ground.

And with one sacrifice, the tides and paths laid out by Fate skewed.

Monkey D Garp gripped the rights bestowed to him by initial and forced the fates to obey.

A life for a life, an exchange of blood, and overhead, seagulls bathed in black screeched their agreement into the winds and waves and foam. A Deal was struck, the world shuddered, and with one decision, the very fabric of their reality unraveled a tapestry to weave into something new.

At the center of it all was a scarlet ribbon, an orange spark and a spiral of blue.

None on that glorified graveyard knew it then, but the blood of a vice admiral baptized a boy who would be king, purified a boy who renounced his crown, and moved to awaken a slumbering beast Seas away.

#marineford au #ace lives au #monkey d garp #monkey d. luffy #portgas d ace #revolutionary sabo #asl brothers #owo whats this #im so tired #send coffee

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dinozarr · 8 months

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tutee!choso since technically the poll won… ¹⁸⁺

𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐄!𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 . . . wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed when it came to his language arts. he wasn’t normally a verbal guy, let alone learning how to use grammar and punctuation properly. normally, he wouldn’t mind going about his day with a 36% average in his class, but he’d realized that exam season was closing in on him and when exam season neared, the end of school did as well.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀asking for extra credit was definitely out of the question, his teachers already hating the man for his lack of focus in class. he spent numerous hours hovering over his computer as if he were some sort of discord mod, scrounging the internet for a tutor who would give him lessons out of the kindness of their heart. with no fees, of course. he was a university student after all, so money was no where close to being in his name.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀however, after mentioning his situation to his cousin Noritoshi, the kid had given the man your contact information after he had also been tutored by you and passed his exams with flying colors. to say Choso was anxious to contact you would be a complete understatement. it took for his brother Yuuji to hype him up in order for him to even send a simple “hi” text.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀it wasn’t that he was nervous to talk to you in particular. he just got nervous around women in general. he swore that they terrified him, let alone talking to one would send him into a cardiac arrest. yet, when he met up with you at the library he found himself warming up to you faster than he expected. it took a few pushes of you asking him the same questions until he alas answered, but once he realized you weren’t going to be letting down anytime soon, he stopped forcing himself.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the first few sessions were simple ice breakers. you pestering him about his life and family; him barely being able to answer you, let alone look you in the eyes. the way he fidgeted with his thumbs at the hems of his textbooks, and how he shook his leg at a lightning pace made his uncomfortable aura all to radiant. yet, you were used to guys with his personality. it was common for them to “want” a tutor, or at least pretend to need one just to talk to a girl. choso wasn’t like them though, he could barely speak more than a murmur with you, so you knew that he was here for just the knowledge.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀or so you thought.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀because, the day he watched as you made your way into his dorm room with a cropped black tank top and a pair of puffy pink short shorts with your matching black boxer briefs rimming around your waist, he could feel the fabric of his joggers tighten by the millisecond. you noticed how he’d reverted back to his stammering and nerve-racking ways after spending weeks building up the courage just to speak a proper sentence to you. it was quite odd, you thought. yet, didn’t put much effort behind the inquiry, simply just disregarding it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀never would you have thought that you’d be balls deep on his dick, curling your hips with every movement you made on him. your arms were wrapped loosely around his neck with your fingers delicately entwining with his thick locks in the back of his head. each time you lifted yourself just to drop back down, you rolled your waist and felt as choso utterly melted beneath you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀the man had regressed into nothing more of a puddle beneath you. the noises that left his quivering lips had your stomach jumbling together like a paper ball that you’d pass around the classroom. his large hands rested on either side of your body, the skim of his nails delving into the flesh of your ass and causing you to bite down on your bottom lip. the entirety of the man’s focus was on your chest that was front and center in his face, watching attentively as they bounced with each action you made.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ his erection had filled you up entirely, the girth of it far bigger than you could’ve imagined. the veins that dragged along the sides, and bottom rummaged your juicy walls eagerly. your dripping cunt had sucked him in so smoothly you swore you could see stars the deeper he entered you. only halfway in and his throbbing tip that was already leaking in his pre-cum was rubbing your cervix. never would you have thought you’d be a gasping and groaning mess when taking in a guys dick so well. you also didn’t think choso would be the first student you’d hook up with, but there’s always a first.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀tears stained the man’s cheeks, his eyes coaxed in those same glossy reflection as he gazed up at you with nothing but pure admiration whirling within his chocolate irises.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “i-i-i’m sorry if i’m hurting you-”

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “shut up” stating simply, you pressed your swollen lips against his to suppress the moans you felt building up in your core.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀his upward thrusts that met you halfway left your already sore legs, jello-like. you pushed your body onto his more while pulling him closer, your stomachs almost touching with how aggressive your actions were.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ you were both close, choso’s thrusts becoming sloppier and your moans getting louder. soon enough he was full on crying through his orgasm while your eyes rolled back with your hands planted solidly against his bare chest. your mouth was open just a slither prior to laying your forehead against his shoulder, each of you heaving uncontrollably.

NOTEZ : i need to start writing for more characters bro🧑‍🦯🧑‍🦯 might do attack on titan next idk idk

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beefrobeefcal · 7 months

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Dark!Frankie Saga: I

Chapter One: Signed and Sealed

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 4,353

Content Warning: Not smut yet (apologies), references to SA, drugs, violence, threats of violence, crime, food talk, weight talk

Author's Notes: An everlasting and beautiful thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for their never-ending THOTs, hot takes, and for beta'ing this. Your support is why I adore this platform - Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜 Y'all say thank you to Nevy for basically brainstorming this with me!

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry.

I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

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The reality of the situation was hitting you hard. Your older brother, the one most would think of as a protector, had betrayed you in the worst way imaginable.

He had a drug problem for the majority of his adult life, but now it had become a full-blown catastrophe. Steven, your brother, owed money to some of the worst people in the state, maybe even the country. The Frontiersmen, a powerful syndicate, had allowed him to rack up a ridiculous debt that they knew he wouldn’t be able to pay, but you didn’t know what he’d put down as collateral – you.

You were now nothing more than a bargaining chip to prolong your brother’s coke problem and buy him more credit. You were now property being handed over to a terrifying group of men who made a profit off of people’s darkest needs.

“I know... I know I fucked up... I know I did.”, Steven sobbed into his hands in front of you. “I thought I’d be able to pay them back...”

You sat in your living room, numb to it all, watching Steven cry. You knew he was sorry now, but you doubted it was because of what he’d done to you. No, you were sure it had more to do with the fact that the Frontiersmen had cut him off until he paid his debt. Until you were turned over to pay that debt.

You weren't sure if it was minutes or hours that you sat and watched him sob in your living room, but it was interrupted by a knock at your door. Your head took a minute to process that your body was already moving and opening the door.

Standing in front of you was a tall, blond man and a shorter, dark haired man. Both their eyes were on you in cold stares. You just stared right back. You guessed who they were, or at least what they were doing here at your apartment. Wordlessly, you stepped aside and opened the door to allow them entrance.

The taller, blond man moved passed you and into the living room while the smaller, dark haired man waited for you to move so he could close the door and lock it.

You gave him a curt smile and nod, stepping back away from the door.

After closing the door, he turned around and looked you up and down, with a small, yet menacing smile. He huffed in a dry laugh before motioning you to the living room.

A sour feeling washed over you and your mouth salivated like you were going to be sick, but you looked down and walked into the living room where your brother was on his knees in front of the blond man.

“... so she had no idea you signed her life away?”, the blond man scowled then turned to look at you.

His icy stare caused you to shrink and wrap your arms around yourself. You stepped back, bumping into the shorter, dark haired man. His hands came to your arms gently and he held you in place.

“Benny...”, he warned in a low tone. “We came here for two things: payment and a reminder.”

Your body trembled in his hold, and he rubbed your arms gently. You knew better than to believe he actually gave a shit about you, and he was more than likely doing this to get you to go with them without making a scene. You weren't going to resist; their reputation was more than enough incentive to go quietly.

“He’s a shitbag, Pope... fucking sold out his sister!”, he barks, his eyes narrowing at you, then snapping to the other man while he motioned his hand at you. “She didn’t even know!”

“Payment, Benny!”, Pope spoke sharply. “Payment and a reminder. That’s it.”

You jumped when Pope’s volume increased but stayed in place, and Benny looked at you again, his eyes now reading more furious than cold.

You swallowed thickly, the lump in your throat growing, and looked down.

“I’ll fucking remind this sonofabitch...”, Benny muttered as pulled out a rag and wrapped it around his fist.

Your lip trembled and Pope’s hands stopped their gentle rubbing, and he held your arms a little firmer, pulling you back against him.

“You don’t need to see this, honey.”, he said softly in your ear, causing you to shudder at the warmth and tenor of his voice. “Unless you want to...”

You kept your gaze low, not noticing the look of remorse and sympathy Benny gave you as you shook your head.

“Come on then.”, Pope said softly, turning you around and tilting your face up to his with his finger and thumb on your chin. “Are you gonna behave or do I have to cuff you?”

Your eyes widened and your body’s trembling intensified; you shook your head and squeaked out, “I... I’ll behave.”

Pope smiled at you, eyes roving over your face, and he nodded. “Let’s get some things packed up for you and head to the car.”

He watched as your shaky hands packed a bag in your bedroom; clothing, toiletries and personal items. He confiscated your cell phone and laptop, saying that they had to be secured first and you might get them back. He picked up your packed back and led you to the door.

The last thing you heard as Pope led you out was the sickening sound of a fist hitting flesh and Steven scream.

*****

Frankie was a reluctant leader. He didn’t ask to be put in charge, but his strategic problem solving, and his restrained demeanor worked in his favour to put him at the top.

Since Tom was taken out, both Pope and Will had said that Frankie was the best choice to lead the Frontiersmen if he gave up his coke habit. Kicking that was easy; the hard part was filling the void that was left. But he found something with relative ease.

Will watched Frankie as he finished his large pizza; he was now used to watching Frankie eat in their meetings. He’d watched as Frankie had gone from being a lean and muscled soldier with an angular face to what the new leadership role had carved him into over the past few years – big. His thick and muscled arms stretched his sleeves, his face was fuller with a patchy beard, and big belly pulled every shirt he owned taut around the middle when he hadn’t eaten to capacity. Despite his weight gain, Will was glad his friend and boss was off the smack.

“Where’s Pope and Benny?”, Frankie asked between bites.

“Picking up payment from that skid, Steven. Not money.”, Will said, eyes down in his notes, avoiding Frankie’s questioning look.

“Not money?”

“The collateral he put his debt against.”, Will said in a blunt tone, hoping to move on before having to elaborate. “We have a few things we need to iron out when they get back...”

“Collateral but not money?”, Frankie asked again in a firmer tone. “Explain what the fuck that means.”

Will sighed. This ‘collateral’ was a holdover from when Tom was in charge, and despite him not liking it, he felt it necessary to hold Steven accountable and take what they were owed; he agreed to the decision with Pope to move forward, and they were both going to tell Frankie about it. But Pope wasn’t back yet, and it was left to Will.

“It’s not money.”, Will said, avoiding Frankie’s raised eyebrows.

“Yeah... I got that. So, what is it?”

“His sister.”

Frankie groaned and put his head in his hands. “Please, for the love of god, tell me Pope isn’t bringing back a person in lieu of payment.”

“He is.” Will kept his eyes low. He knew he and Santi were taking a risk doing this, especially given they were going above Frankie’s head. But they also knew that Frankie needed to put fear in the minds of anyone who had a debt to pay.

Frankie’s jaw tightened and he sat back and looked at Will.

“Will.”, he barked. “Look at me and tell me what the fuck is going on.”

“It’s an old contract we had with this guy... it was done up under Tom.”, Will paused, then sat forward, hardening his tone. “Look, Pope made the call and I agreed. You need to scare the people that owe you money; you need to collect on your debts. People are starting to think you’re going soft, Fish.”

It wasn’t a lie. Frankie was more lenient than Tom was, allowing for extensions and lighter repercussions. There were more people willing to deal with late penalties than actually pay, and Will didn’t want this to get out of hand. He just wished Pope was here to tell Frankie himself.

“Fuck.”, Frankie snapped. “Maybe so, Will, but we’re not human traffickers! We don’t take people!”

“Steven has a big mouth. He’s not going to sit on this. He's going to run his mouth, looking for help to get her back. Words going to get out that you – YOU, Frankie – took his fucking sister. He’s not going to tell anyone that he put her down as collateral. He’s going to paint you as the asshole who took what he was owed. It’s good PR.”

Will sat back, hoping this would be enough to keep Frankie from losing his shit.

“So, we took some girl because this fucking skid couldn’t pay.”, Frankie spat out, clenching his fist. He raised his voice, yelling, “And my name gets dragged through the mud as the fucker who called for it?”

Will raised his hands, trying to calm him. “Your reputation as someone not willing to let debts go unpaid is solidified, Fish.”

Frankie sat back, aghast. His mind suddenly went to Steven’s sister.

“Did she know?”

Will looked down at his notebook, then up again. “I don’t think so. Pope messaged and said she was pretty shook up.”

Frankie let out a heavy sigh and put his head back in his hands. “What else did he say?”

Will hesitated with a smile on his face and waited for Frankie to look at him. “He said she’s hot.”

*****

You didn’t look out the window to see where you were headed. Sitting between the two men, you glanced over at Benny, seeing the small spatter of blood on his sleeves – your brother’s blood. A sick vindication warmed your cheeks, knowing he was at least bleeding for what he’d done, even if it wasn't specifically for what he’d done to you.

Benny noticed you looking at his hands, and he grinned.

“He pissed his pants.”, he chuckled. “Had the nerve to beg me not to hurt him.”

You nodded, eyes darting back to your own hands in your lap. While it gave you a moment of reprieve from the imminent doom creeping through your mind, it didn’t help the situation he put you in.

The car slowed to a stop and Pope opened the door, getting out.

“Benny, take her to the rec room. I’ll get Fish.”

Your blood ran cold. Fish, otherwise known as Big Fish, was the head of the Frontiersmen and it scared you shitless to know you were going to meet him.

Benny nudged you. “Come on, honey.”

You looked up at him, trembling, and nodded. Shakily taking his hand, he helped you out of the car. Grabbing your bag from the trunk, he put his hand on the small of your back and guided you inside the building.

“Shakin’ like a leaf, honey.”, he mused. “Just behave like a good girl and you got nothing to worry about.”

You nodded again, feeling your chin quiver. Behave like a good girl. What does that mean? Sudden realization washes over you in a cold sweat as to what payment they could want from you. Your breathing became ragged at the thought of what they would do to you, do to your body.

Benny opened a door to a rec room with some men playing darts, drinking, talking.

“Clear out, boys. Boss’s coming down.”, Benny boomed.

All eyes were on you now, and with a firm look from Benny, they began to leave, murmuring and hushed voices wondering who you were and what was going on.

“Didn’t ask for you to clear out slow, boys!”, he barked angrily, making you flinch. “Fuckin’ move!”

With that, the room was cleared almost instantly, and Benny led you to an armchair, guiding you to sit.

“You want anything, honey?”, he motioned to the fridge, walking towards it, looking at you with a warm smile.

You shook your head, keeping your eyes low.

“You sure? We got some soda, beer... “, he said, taking stock of what was in the fridge, then turning back to you. His face fell when he saw the thousand-yard stare in your eyes.

He tapped the fridge with his fingers, thinking. He didn’t like that you were being used like this. You were pretty and seemed sweet, and definitely didn’t deserve what your skid mark of a brother had done to you.

“Hey. Can you cook?”

You look over to him and nod slowly.

“What’s your specialty?”

“My… my what?”, you asked, shaking your head.

“What’s your go to recipe that you know you’re good at makin’, honey?”, he responded, closing the fridge and leaning against it, facing you.

“I… I make a pretty good lasagna.”

Benny’s grin was wide, and he nodded. “Perfect.”

*****

“What the fuck were you thinking?”, Frankie bellowed at Pope, slamming his fist down.

Both he and Will were seated at the table in the office while Frankie stood, reprimanding them.

“Fish… the guy’s a fucking junkie and he wasn’t going to be able to pay. Just took what we’re owed – what you’re owed!”, Pope tried to reason.

“I’m not owed a fucking person, Pope! You shoulda just let Benny break his legs or something.”

“Broken leg isn’t enough for his debt, Frank.”, Will said calmly, leaning back in his chair. “He owed way too much money. Broken leg, even legs, isn’t going to cut it. Needed to be bigger. Something to scare him and anyone else not paying shitless.”

Frankie held onto the back of his chair and shook his head angrily. “Why didn’t you ask? Why didn’t you fucking talk to me first?”

Before Will could try and reason with Frankie, Pope casually said with a smile, “Because I knew you would’ve balked at it. Would’ve said no.”

Will sighed and gave Pope a glare and Frankie looked at him, furious.

“So, you run this fucking show now?”, Frankie growled with his knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the chair.

Pope’s smile fell and he raised his hands. “Not what I meant, Frankie. I just saw an opportunity for you to make a statement and – “

Frankie harshly threw the chair out of his way and stalked over to Pope, leaning over him and spoke in a terrifyingly low growl.

“You go around me one more fucking time, Santiago, I’ll cut your fucking hands off.”

He kept his face, full of contempt and fury, close to Pope’s, and Pope nodded at him, sweating under Frankie’s glare, knowing full well what he was capable of – cutting off limbs being one of those things.

“You, too.”, Frankie snarled as he stood up, pointing at Will. “Understood?”

They both nodded. Frankie’s loud voice and stature, wide shoulders and strong arms, already made him intimidating when he was mad, but with the added bulk he was carrying, he was downright terrifying.

“Yeah, un-understood.”, Pope stammered.

“What do you want us to do with her?”, Will asked quietly.

Frankie leaned back on the table; it groaned under his weight.

“You brought her here with no plan for her? What the fuck is wrong with – “

Will interjected quickly. “She could be useful… for you.”

“What?”, Frankie barked, standing up.

Pope knew where Will was going with and added with a dark grin. “She’s a fucking hottie, Fish. Could be useful.”

Frankie shook his head and looked at Will, ignoring Pope’s comment, and speaking in a harsh tone. What do you mean – useful for me?”

Will swallowed. “Maybe she’s got some skills, can be put to work. If Pope’s right and she’s cute, what’s the harm? Not like she could say no to you.”

Frankie thought for a moment. She could say no… and if he fucked her anyway, what did that say about him?

“Jesus, Will…”, he huffed, shaking his head. His eyes coldly looked up and met Will’s, and growled loudly, “The fuck is wrong with you? I expect that kind of shit from him, but not you.”

Frankie moved and stood right in front of Will, arms crossed and glaring down at him.

“That’s not what we do.”, he snarled lowly. “That’s what fucking Tom did.”

Will glanced at Pope before nodding at Frankie.

He held the glare with Will for a moment longer then looked between the two men.

“Where is she?”, he sighed.

“With Benny. In the rec room.”, Pope murmured.

Frankie rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh, then motioned for Will get her.

*****

Benny had been trying his hardest to keep you calm and distracted with questions and musings for the last hour and a half. He was occasionally interrupted by one of the grunts – as he called them – wandering in to hang out, not having gotten the run down from any of the other guys that the rec room was closed, and Benny would chase them out.

“… so this guy’s got a wrench and I only got a plastic spoon, and he’s comin’ at me with it – “

Benny’s story is interrupted by the door opening. He turned to yell at whoever it was to get out but stopped when another tall, blond man walked into the room. He looked you over quickly and nodded his head to Benny.

Benny stood up and walked towards the man and speaking softly. As they spoke, you could only hear bits and pieces, but you were able to pick up was that this man’s name was probably Will and Benny told him you could cook.

Will held his hand up to shush Benny and walked towards you. He sat down in the armchair Benny previously occupied, while Benny stood to your other side, hands in his jean pockets.

Will let out a long sigh as he sat back, elbow on the armrest and chin on his fist. You could feel his eyes burning over you as you kept your own low and on his shoes.

“Benny says you can cook.”, his voice was cool and flat, with a slight lilt to it.

You nodded. “Yeah… yes. I can cook.” You tried to match at least his flat tone, but the fear Benny had spent the last while trying to quell had sunk its fang s back into you.

Will nodded and looked at Benny, nudging his head to let him know he could leave - he should leave.

Benny huffed a nervous breath and left the room. But he didn’t go far; you could see his shadow lingering under the door.

“Not gonna beat around the bush, honey. Boss doesn’t want you here, and frankly, neither do I.”, he said plainly with a hint of warmth.

While there was no malice in his voice, the smoldering anger in his eyes said otherwise. You nodded.

“But you’re here, and you say you can cook. Boss needs someone to cook for him since the last one was caught stealing and… went for a swim.”

“I can cook… wha-what does the boss like?”, you ignored his last statement and forced yourself to speak.

“Boss likes pretty girls.”, Will chuckled with a small smile, leaning forward and putting a hand on your knee. “Especially likes pretty girls that can be useful.”

You lowered your head and nodded, trying to hold back the full body shudder that was desperately trying to rip through you.

He watched you closely when he spoke, trying to get a reading on how easily you were intimidated. While he knew Frankie would more than likely act like you weren’t there, he couldn’t say the same for Pope or himself, let alone any of the other men, and until Frankie said you were off limits, you were fair game.

“Don’t be shy, honey. No one else here is gonna be.”, he said with a dark chuckle. “Look at me.”

You looked up at him and the menacing glare in his eyes glowed.

“Just behave like a good girl. You might make it out of here alive.”

*****

The Benny who had tried to console you was gone the moment you walked out of the rec room with Will. He was now cold and stoic, no emotion, and he was intimidating. Benny walked ahead of you and Will walked beside you, his arm around your waist and they led you down the hallway.

Benny turned and opened a door, walking in and standing to the side, remaining at the door as if to keep guard.

It was an office. At the far end was a floor-to-ceiling window that spanned the wall, looking out onto the pier, with a desk in front if it, facing you. Behind the desk was a large, high back swivel chair, and in front of it were four plush lounge chairs, arranged to face the desk. Along the sides of the office were shelves containing books, pictures, and other personal odds and ends. Everything was either wood or brass, unless it was upholstered; the room was dated and smelled like stale cigars, old wood, and another scent that took you a minute to place - pizza.

Will ushered you to sit in one of the centre chairs facing the desk and stood behind you with his hand on your shoulder, as if he thought you might try and escape – you’d given up on that idea back in your apartment.

There were a pair of footsteps approaching outside the door and your body stiffened; Will gave your shoulder a squeeze as the door opened. You kept your head low and forward, not daring to look at who came in, although you were sure you knew who it was.

Pope came and sat in the chair next to you and smiled. Will removed his hand and sat in the chair on your other side, and Benny stood behind you. Heavy footsteps moved between your and Will’s chairs, and then you saw him.

He was tall with broad shoulders, and was wearing fitted, faded jeans and a black and red bowling shirt. His crossed arms stretched the sleeves, and the desk creaked as he leaned back on it. You dared to look up at his face, and you were taken aback; instead of the steely blue stare you got from Benny or Will, or the dark, cold void that Pope had, you were met with big brown, warm eyes looking you over, and a soft face sporting patchy facial hair and mustache. His hair was dark brown and slicked back. Your eyes flicked down his large frame quickly and you noted how his buttons pulled across his ample stomach.

“Huh.”, he mused quietly as his eyes trailed over you more blatantly. His tongue flicked between his lips softly as if he were thinking.

“Pope was right. You’re cute.”, he huffed, putting a toothpick in his mouth. “I don’t have any fuckin’ use for cute.”

“She cooks.”, Will interjected.

Frankie’s eyes darted to Will and then back to you, and he looks you up and down again.

“Okay… so you cook.”, Frankie said with a hint of annoyance. “What else you got?”

Your eyes looked up to his face and you were met with his mouth pulled into a tight line and his eyes baring down on you; the intensity of his stare was almost too much. He raised a brow at you as if to say I asked you a question.

You looked back down at your hands, needing to break the connection your eye contact with him had made.

“I used to… used to work in an office. I can file, balance books… other administrative… things - ”

“Interesting… Tell me you’re thinking the same thing I am, Fish.”, Pope chuckled quietly. “A hot secretary.”

He turned his attention to you and his hand moved to your thigh, his fingers roving under your skirt and up closer to your crotch. His voice dropped into a honeyed tone, dripping in venom. “You ever fucked your boss, honey? You’ve got four now.”

You try to not make any movements, but the subtle way you shift screams your discomfort.

“Jesus, Pope. Stop.”, Benny huffed under his breath behind you.

Pope chuckled and gave your thigh a squeeze before removing his hand. Frankie’s stare didn’t leave you; he wanted to see how well you handled being the target of men’s overt advances and their groping. His narrowed eyes watched as you tried not to squirm or give a reaction to Santi’s hand or words, and he frowned.

The only sound in the room was the desk Frankie rested on creaking as he shifted his weight. He sighed deeply.

“Ben, get her a room set up in the barracks. Take her with you. I’m fuckin’ done looking at this.”, he grunted, motioning his hand aggressively in your direction.

“I can take her.”, Pope chimed in with a low and crooning voice. You could hear the grin in his voice and his eyes in you, and you wondered what changed from when he came to your apartment to now.

“Fuck off, Pope!”, Benny hissed.

“Hey!”, Frankie yelled angrily. “Pope, stay right the fuck where you are. Benny, get her out of here. Now!”

Benny’s hand quickly came around to your arm, tugging you out of the chair, and out of the room. The last glimpse of Frankie you got was watching him glare at you from his position against the desk.

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starlightandsouls · 1 year

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Hi, I had this idea and maybe you could write something around it… if you don't want to, that's fine!

Azriel and reader are in a relationship, reader already has a daughter who adores Az, maybe one night the little girl ask him to read her a bedtime story and she says something like "I love you daddy, goodnight" and that was the first time she said those to him and he goes tell reader

I love your writing!

My Angel

Azriel POV...

He should have known better than to be roped into one of Morrigan's plans, but his family had the annoying habit of dragging him into whatever they were doing. Morrigan and Feyre had the idea that things were getting a bit too ‘boring’ so had consequently decided to throw a party at the River House. And that was all good enough. The problem was that they had recruited him to run all their errands.

So now, albeit unwillingly, he found himself with a list in hand, standing in the Rainbow centre, frowning at everything he had to get. Honestly he believed that as the Spymaster of his court, he had much more important things to do. And he had voiced as such to Rhysand, but in the end the High Lord had been unable to deny his mate. Sap.

He had just left a winery after purchasing Cassian and Mor’s long list of demands, face buried in the damn list, when he had stumbled into something. Or someone as it seemed. Grunting, he looked down and found a small girl staring up at him, scowling.

Now Azriel was not good with kids, had never known how to dealt with them. The closest had been his nephew, Nyx. And even with him, Azriel had been terrified at first, too scared that he would do something wrong, would somehow hurt the little boy. For some time, he had downright refused to hold Nyx, consumed by his fear and doubt. It wasn’t until that Rhysand had almost shoved the boy into his arms, slapping him across the head for his ‘stupidity’ as his brother put it, that he had started bonding with the boy more.

Now, however, he was pulled back reality as the girl before him snapped at him,

“Hey! You dropped my ice cream, mister.”

Azriel was taken aback. Usually kids, parents included, shied away from him. They were all too intimidated by him; by his title, his shadows... his scars. So Azriel stopped bothering about them altogether. So for this little girl to be so unabashedly reprimanding him for causing her to drop her ice cream, definitely took him by surprise.

“I’m sorry?” Azriel asked, still not grasping the situation at hand.

“You should really watch where you’re going. That was my favourite flavour and its gone because of you.”

Azriel looked around, trying to locate either of the child’s parents, not wanting to abandon her in the middle of the busy street. Just as he was about to ask her where they were, a woman exited one of the shops and frantically ran over to them. And Azriel’s heart stopped. Before him now was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The golden light of the Summer sun made you glow as you rushed over. And Azriel was once again speechless, this time by your breath-taking beauty.

“Aria! How many times have I told you to stay close to me. You know you’re not allowed to wander off,” you reprimanded, not even noticing him standing there, watching you, enamoured.

“Mama, I was just waiting for you outside. Its so stuffy in there. And I was just having my ice cream when this man pushed me!”

The blatantly untrue accusation broke him out of his reverie. Azriel made an incredulous sound and shot back,

“I did not! You were in my way.”

The woman then, finally, turned to take him in. Her eyes wide, obviously realising who he was. She started to apologise when her daughter interrupted her again,

“Well you should keep your eyes open while walking, mister. You have to buy me a new ice cream now.”

“Aria!” you started, horror etched across her face, then turning to him she continued, “I’m so sorry. She’s not usually like this, I don’t know what has gotten into her...”

“Please, no need to apologise. I mean, she’s not wrong. I was a bit preoccupied. I should have noticed her,” Azriel agreed all of a sudden, overcome by a need to appease you, wanting to ease the frown marring her beautiful face. Woah. Where did that come from? You had a daughter, so you must have a husband. Therefore he shouldn’t be finding you anything... let alone beautiful.

‘She’s alone, master.’

His shadows, ever the busy bodies, whispered to him. Well that certainly wasn’t any excuse. If she was alone right now, that didn’t mean she didn’t have someone waiting for her somewhere. Although, looking down he notices the stark absence of a ring on her left hand. Strange...

“Exactly. You were in the wrong. So now you have to buy me a new ice cream,” Aria stated, matter of fairly. Azriel laughed at her dedication to her ice cream before asking,

“Well I have to run right now. I was running some errands for my family. Can I get a rain check?”

“Mama what’s a rain check? It’s not going to rain today, the weather so hot, I’m boiling,” Aria inquired, her brow furrowed as she tried to make sense of the word.

“A rain check is when you postpone something and ask for a later date,” you explained.

“Oh. Then when will you buy me ice cream then, mister?” Aria rambled on, unfazed completely.

Both of you laughed at her dedication to her ice cream. Turning to each other you both exchanged names. After some back and forth, the two of you decided to meet at an ice cream parlour that had just opened in town. Azriel had heard nothing but praises of the place from Nesta and the Valkyries who frequented the place often in their book buying sprees.

Several years later, Azriel would remember to thank Morrigan for sending him out that day. As Azriel flew back home, smiling to himself at the ice cream date he now somehow had with the two of you, he was oblivious to the fact that he had just met the love of his life.

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The ice cream date had been just the beginning of the beautiful journey the three of them would embark on together. The very first thing Azriel had learned about you was that you and Aria were all by yourselves. Aria’s dad, the fucking prick, had taken off just as you had gotten pregnant and had never looked back. The fact shouldn’t have made him as glad as it did. Yes, Azriel was enraged on your behalf and had half the mind of asking you his name just so he could hunt the bastard down. But he was happy because it meant you weren’t off limits. It meant he could maybe, just maybe, convince you to give him a chance.

Although as time passed, Azriel realised it wasn’t you who needed convincing; it was Aria. The eight year old girl was so much more smarter than he had given her credit for. She seemed protective of you in a way. Overtime she put Azriel through so many of, what he later realised, were tests to see if he would stay for the two of them, if he wasn’t just playing around. This continued for some time even after the two of you had officially started dating.

One day, he had been in the middle of going through reports for Rhys, when one his shadows who he always left with the two of you appeared by his side and frantically pulled him up. He had immediately winnowed to your house, knowing his shadow would only leave the two of you if it was an emergency. To say he had been scared would be an understatement. His heart had dropped as he arrived, mind instantly assuming the worst possible scenarios. Was Aria hurt? Were you? What if one of his enemies had gotten to the two of you? If anyone had hurt a single hair on your head, he would-

Storming into the kitchen, Azriel was met by a site of absolute chaos. He was relieved to find the two of you safe and sound. But his relief was short lived, and was replaced by confusion at the state of the usually meticulous kitchen.

Not a single inch of the counter top was empty. Dishes and flour and sugar (was that maple syrup?) were thrown around haphazardly.

You were wiping down the spilled flour when you noticed his presence. Looking up, you exclaimed,

“Oh, Az. When did you get here?”

“Just now. What... what happened here, love?” he inquired, slowly making his way over as he tried to navigate through the mess strewn on the floor.

“Well, I had thought since today was Saturday I could get some more sleep in. But this little miss decided to take it upon herself to make breakfast today,” you answered as you turned to Aria, levelling her with a glare. Azriel was glad he wasn’t on the receiving end. While you were usually the most kind hearted, amicable person he had ever met, he knew you could be firm when you wanted to. Whether that was with Aria whenever she wouldn’t cooperate or some stranger trying to mess with her.

Speaking of Aria, the shadow that had alerted him in the first place, was now playfully slinking around at her feet, like a goddamn pet dog. Ah, the power the two of you had. You, with your endless love and adoration, had reduced Azriel to a love sick puppy within a few months of being together. And little Aria had trained his shadows, the source of his power, the bringer of death and pain for many, to eager puppies. Ah, how love changes a person.

Aria turned to him with a cheeky grin and said,

“I just wanted to do something nice for Mama.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm. I don’t know how it got so messy. That’s why i called you here, Azzy. So you can help her clean up,” Aria answered. Another habit the little girl had was giving him the strangest of nicknames.

“Darling, I don’t think that’s why I left my shadows here. You scared me, you know. I thought something happened,” Azriel admonished. While he was always joking around with her, he felt it was important to teach her some responsibility from time to time.

“Aria!” you remarked as you overheard what your daughter had done.

“What? It’s just so much! And Azzy doesn’t mind. Do you, Azzy?”

“No, no I don’t,” Azriel said as he huffed a laugh. He would do anything for the two of you.

Azriel rolled up his sleeves and started gathering up all the dishes to move to the sink. You were dusting off the spilled flour while Aria observed from the corner. The two of you had forbidden her from entering the kitchen while they cleaned. The little devil would surely have created an even bigger mess.

With all the dishes piled up, Azriel was just about to start washing them when Aria slowly tip toed over to him. With her hands behind her back, an innocent smile on her face, she made it impossible for him to scold her anymore.

“Azzy. I have to tell you something,” Aria whispered. He gestured for her to continue but she shook her head,

“No, no. Come here. Its a secret.”

Azriel sighed and leaned down, knowing the little girl would not relent until she got her way. As Azriel leaned closer so she could say whatever she had to, he was met by her palm smacking across his right cheek. Erupting in giggles, Aria ran away before either of them could say anything.

Standing up, Azriel simply stared at you as your hand flew to your mouth to stop your own laughter. If only his brothers could see him now; standing in a kitchen, doing dishes in a house not his own, cheek covered in a hand print of flour. They would surely think he had been replaced by some clone.

Laughing, you walked over to him. You wiped off the flour covering his face, then wrapped your arms around his waist.

“I’m sorry darling. I hope she didn’t interrupt anything important,” you said as you leaned closer.

“Nonsense. Nothing’s more important to me than you. I’d do anything for my girls,” he replied firmly, hoping you understood how much the two of you meant to him.

“I love you Azriel.”

“I love you too,” Azriel replied, with his own smirk. Before you could have the chance to move away, he had grabbed some flour from a stray bowl and blown it all across your face.

Azriel erupted in laughter, at your expression, at your now completely white face.

“Oh you little shit,” you snapped as you reached over for some flour of your own.

The sight was truly comical; the two of you running around like maniacs, chucking flour at each other. The house filled with sounds of laughter and joy.

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Several months later, Azriel was staying over at your place for the night. Having been gone to the Winter Court for some recon, Azriel had been away from his girls long enough that he had jumped at the offer.

You were already in bed, waiting for him. Knowing you had a long day at work, Azriel had offered to put away the dishes after dinner and put Aria to bed as well. You had refused at first, knowing he had just returned home and surely must be exhausted as well. But Azriel had heard none of it and had sent you off with your favourite novel and a warm cup of tea.

With everything else done, Azriel now lay in bed with Aria, reading her a story as she slowly dozed off. One thing about Aria was that whenever she was with Azriel, whether that was while he was reading her a bed time story, or sitting on his lap for dinner, or while she rambled about her school to him, she always took his hand. And that always took his breath away.

Just like right now, Aria had his right hand clutched in both of hers. Her soft hands rubbing shapes into his hand, smoothing over the rough scars. When the two of you had started getting closer, he had been hesitant in initiating any contact with Aria, had always kept his distance, since he thought his scars might scare her. You, however had interpreted it as not wanting anything to do with your daughter. And you had expressed this to him with tears in your eyes. Tears that had almost killed him, to think that he had been the cause of your distress. It was then that he had told you of his own insecurities, how he was afraid that his scars might bother the innocent little girl. You had immediately tried to ease his doubt, assuring him that they had never thought any different of him because of his scarred hands.

Looking down, he saw Aria had gone to sleep. He put away the book and slowly eased his hand from hers. He had pulled up the blanket around her, making sure she was properly tucked in. He was just about to get up and leave, when Aria roused. Internally cursing himself for waking her up, Azriel made to run his hands through her hair, knowing it always puts her straight to sleep.

Aria, however, sat up on the bed and threw her arms around his neck whispering,

“I love you, papa. Goodnight.”

And then just as quick got back in bed and went to sleep. Azriel was frozen in place. Tears rolled freely down his face. Aria had never called him that before. Always referring to him through her silly nicknames. And to think... she trusted him enough to consider him her father... it was more than anything Azriel could ever ask for in life.

Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head and slowly said,

“I love you too, my angel.”

Azriel tip toed his way to the door and closed it silently behind him, not wanting to wake the child again.

He moved away from the door quietly for a moment, before practically running down the hallway to tell you what had inspired.

Later that night, as he lay with you in his arms, Azriel couldn’t believe any of this was real. He had a girlfriend, who he loved more than the stars in the sky, who he would give and take a life for. He had a... daughter. He had a family of his own. Each night, he would say a silent prayer to the Mother. Thanking her for bestowing this gift upon him. Azriel knew an eternity would not be enough to express his gratitude, his devotion, to the two of you. His two angels.

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margaretoakgrove · 9 months

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Darkest mystery of soul

Any ordinary person who saw lord Heisenberg for the first time in their life could surely say that he gave the undelible impression of a tough, self-confident and fearless man.

And indeed, on his long and rather difficult life path Karl, willy-nilly, was forced to witness countless bloody horrors and endure excruciating tortures on his own skin, so now it seemed that absolutely no one and absolutely nothing was capable of shaddering his steely spirit in an utter terror.

But in actual fact, any single living soul on earth was not aware that the slightest thought of you, the lord's true and only love that he appreciated more than his life itself, seeing him in the given by Cadou parasite monstrous mutated form instantly made the warm blood freeze within the veins of his.

From that very moment when unpredictable fate forever tightly bound the two of you with the unbreakable chain of love, Heisenberg, inside himself, felt a strong irresistible desire to be completely and utterly honest with you always and in everything because exactly in you he finally found that same soulmate his heavy lonely heart had been desperately craving one day to meet especially at the times of long-lasting sleepless nights.

Fully trusting you, Karl, little by little, revealed you the innermost mysteries of his not so easy living that he had been keeping securely hidden for many years from everyone within the tormented soul of his. Your beloved clearly explained you that, perhaps, to all local villagers he was very well known as one of the four great devoted lieutenants of mother Miranda herself, but, in reality, he fiercely hated her for the cruel and creepy sufferings she ruthlessly put him through for the purpose of achieving of her own selfish goals.

Upon confessing you that already long ago he had begun to plot a secret rebellion against the woman who took his right to be free and independent away, the lord demonstrated you, located deep down underground, the lowest areas of his old factory where day by day and night by night for long decades he had been doggidly and hardly working on constructing of a rather considerable army of cyborgized reanimated corpses that would be supposed to help him to annihilate the obssessed with the idea of reviving her long-dead child insane witch.

Speaking with all sincerity, by the frightening appearance of the mechanical soldiers, that were staring at you with the unblinking lifeless eyes, you were not repulsed nor terrified at all. Quite the opposite, to their brilliant creator you fervently stated that you were very proud of him for taking courage to rise up against the cold and calculating ruler of the village and fight bravely for his liberation until the very last exhale, and also that you were wholly certain that for these resurrected by him back to life dead men it would be the greatest honor to serve under his command to take brutal revenge on Miranda for once immersing their and their loved ones' lives into a real pitch-black nightmare.

Nonetheless, the darkest of his secrets about the ultimate transformation of his body Heisenberg could not ever bring himself to uncover to you, inwardly acknowledging he was afraid that as soon as you found out the horrifying truth that he, actually, was a dangerous appalling monster, you would run away from him in dreadful horror and never return. But Karl could not lose you... Heisenberg simply couldn't lose the only dear to him person without whom all the life of his even in so much desired freedom would be thoroughly imbued with darkness, emptiness and loneliness...

But at this late rainy evening of the judgment day he did not suspect one bit that you, worrying beyond belief about him, disobeyed his strict order not to come out of the factory in any case because the situation outside was getting too unsafe. Through the semidarkness of the long corridors were you walking slowly and wary to the main exit of the building where, eventually, you beheld an incredibly gigantic, never seen by you before, unimaginable creation, which represented itself a peculiar amalgamation of human flesh and metal scrap, but, realizing in a blink what human was trapped inside this robot-looking creature, without hesitation you quietly called out.

"Karl? Is it…is it you? Is it really you?"

Having heard his name pronounced by your voice, the transformed lord in an instant froze. In his grand steel glory he stood unmoving and unbreathing paralyzed by the horrid thought of that everything he had been so much fearing for all this time now became a tough reality for him.

"Yes, it's you. Of course, it is you. Who else can it be? I recognized you." A small step you took towards the beloved one of yours.

"No! Stay back! Don't come any closer!" All of a sudden Heisenberg wildly exclaimed, making all your body flinch.

"W-Why? Why not? Are you hurt?!"

"No, i am not hurt! I…i just…i just don't want you to see me like this…" Heavily Karl sighed, in total desperation lowering his head. 'I am a monster, Y/N, as you can see it for yourself. I am so sorry...I know, i should've told you about this much earlier. Forgive me for not doing that, if you can. Miranda…That goddamn bitch stole my humanity, by her fucked up experiments turned me into this disgusting abomination, and for this unforgivable deed, from minute to minute, she is going to pay by the cost of her miserable existence! As for you, my darlin', well...Now when you understood who or, heh, should i say, what i really am, i don't even dare to hope you will stay with me, let alone beg you to do so. You do remember, Y/N, that for you i wish nothing but the best, and therefore after Miranda's bloody demise you must leave straight away and forget about me once and for all. You shouldn't be anymore with a damned monstrosity that, unfortunately, will never be able to provide you with a happy normal life which you, my precious, have always been deserved…"

These bitter words pierced your entire being with a sharp arrow of unbearable pain, but it did not stop you from approaching your beloved and standing right before him without any fear.

"You can call yourself a monster as much as you wish, Karl, but…but i can't see any monster in front of me. All i can see right here and right now is the man who i love too much with every cell of my heart and each fiber of my soul, and neither mother Miranda nor this inhuman look of yours, you've never desired to possess, and no other power in the world will ever manage to change for you my feelings and push me away from you!"

When large tears uncontrollably flowed from your eyes, the lord raised his glance and looked at you in the greatest of astonishments, unable to believe in everything you had just said. With both your hands carefully you touched the skin on his face and placed a light gentle kiss on the bridge of his nose.

"I don't want to leave you! But...but if it's only possible-i am sure it is!-i would like to spend all eternity with you and you alone for without you, my dear, my life simply cannot be normal nor happy!"

And in a loving manner you leant your forehead against the lower jaw of the beloved one of yours.

"I am staying with you, Karl! I have made my choice. And i have made this choice consciously of my own free will. I am staying by your side, my love, no matter what happens, even if it means to inevitably die tonight!"

"Haha! Like hell we are going to die tonight, sweetheart!" Confidentely chuckled Heisenberg. "I am sure as hell it's too soon for us to die as right after me with my huge metal horde and our trustworthy allies burn Miranda's kindgdom to the fucking ground, our true breathtaking journey through life will only get started! So, what will you say, hm? Do you agree with me?"

"Yes, i agree with you." A genuine warm smile appeared on your lips. "I do absolutely agree with you..."

"Heisenberg!" To the unexpected sound of a loud male voice you turned around in order to see extremely tired yet determined to keep fighting to rescue from the tenacious claws of evil his little daughter Ethan Winters with the armed to the teeth Hound Wolf Squad team members led by captain Chris Redfield behind his back. "We're all ready! Are you coming?"

"Yes, hero-dad! I am already coming!" The freedom fighter responded lively, anticipating a forthcoming victory over his oppressor. "Haha! Just you wait, Miranda! Better start praying because the long-awaited moment to beat your crazy ass from the pedestal has finally come! Haha! I feel so alive!"

But before going and together with his comrades-in-arms participating the final tremendous battle against the leader of the Black God cult, Karl gave you the small vintage compass, he usually liked wearing on his neck, as a sworn promise that he would come back, come back to you, come back alive to begin to live the way both of you had always been vividly imagining in the wildest dreams of yours.

And pressing firmly his necklace to your chest, you didin't have the slightest doubts that Heisenberg would definitely fulfill this promise for you, for himself and for your brighter common future no matter what.

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circe69 · 1 year

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You're Welcome

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem! Reader

summary: reader helps ghost with injury!

genre: fluff!

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, fights, maybe a tiny bit suggestive but very sfw!

ps: hey! very first fic I've ever written, enjoyyy

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You walked into the cafeteria. Your troop was allowed only 1 hour to eat, and you were starving.

It’s freezing, you think. You had just woken up a few minutes ago, and it was always colder in the morning. Plus, the outfits they offer weren’t always the warmest. Not for the women, at least. You were given a thin long sleeved shirt that hugged your body, along with a pair of jean shorts that didn’t cover nearly enough of your legs.

Unfortunately, you were one of maybe 10 women in the whole troop, which was terrifying enough. Being surrounded by men isn’t really your ideal situation, but you knew that this was where you were supposed to be.

As you sat down to eat by yourself, you notice a large group of guys yelling at each other from across the dining hall.

So embarrassing. They’re grown men.

You go back to eating the disgusting slop on your tray, not wanting to even acknowledge them. Punches were being thrown left and right, guns were being chucked out at random, and a man who goes by the name of Ghost was right in the middle of everything

You liked Ghost. A lot actually. He was a big man who never showed his face, and although you’ve never really had a conversation with him, you started to smile down at your lap as you heard his booming british voice scream over every other man standing around him.

Suddenly, you hear a gun cock, and a loud thud, followed by gasps.

Ghost had been hit right in the jaw with someone’s rifle. You jumped up, trying to see what was happening. He was on his knees, one hand holding his cheek, the other trying to steady himself on the cold concrete. You hear him screaming curses from across the room, and blood is dripping down his skull-face balaclava. He stood up, shakily, and walked slowly to the nearby janitor's closet.

You quickly grabbed some bandages and rubbing alcohol from your denim bag, the closet would probably already have some but you needed to be sure. You didn’t know why, but you felt inclined to help him.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him walk away from a fight before. I’ve definitely never seen him injured.

You walked briskly to the closet down the hall, your boots clanking on the floor. You paused before entering, not sure whether you should knock or yell or what. You raised your fist up to the door and knocked twice, quietly. You could hear his groaning and heavy breathing from outside the door. No answer.

“Ghost?” You said.

“What?” He growled. “What do you want?”

“Can I come in? Please?”

He winced in pain, you heard him shift around.

“Fine.”

You opened the door, it creaked open. Ghost was sitting on the floor, his shirt removed. The only light source was coming from a burned out lightbulb hanging a few inches above your head. You shut the door behind you, and just looked at him for a few seconds too long. You scanned his whole body, neck, down to his chest, then torso. If he would’ve asked, you would’ve said you were only looking to make sure he wasn’t hurt anywhere else, but that would’ve been a lie.

“What are you staring at? What are you even doing here, y/n?”, he spoke in a voice as smooth as liquor.

How does he know my name?

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” You whispered. “Can I check your jaw?”

You took a few steps closer to him before kneeling before him, in between his legs.

He breathed out, “Fine.”

You weren’t even sure if the light was good enough to see the wound. You didn’t care though, you just wanted to feel him.

You scooched a little bit more towards him, feeling awkward in the position you two were in. You were about to move completely until he grabbed you by the waist and swiftly put you on his lap.

You gasped at his abrupt movement. You were completely straddling his bare torso, and he seemed fine with it.

“Thought this would be more comfortable. Is it okay?” He asks quietly, almost like he was nervous to even open his mouth.

You hummed, nodded your head. If you had opened your mouth then, you might’ve said something you would regret.

His forearms were still resting on your hips, hands just floating off the edge of your backside.

Trying to ignore it, you slowly raised your hands to his neck. Your fingertips just grazing his skin seemed to be painful, but you tried to be careful. As you tried to get closer to inspect, your nose was a few centimeters away from his jaw. He smelled amazing, unfortunately. You almost hated how addicting he smelled. Almost like a bonfire, something dark but still happy.

You whispered, “You smell good.”, into his neck. You didn’t even mean to let that slip out, but it was kinda worth it, watching his breathing falter a little bit. All he did was hum in response.

You dragged your fingers up his neck, and started lifting up his mask to look closer at his jaw. He grabbed your wrist and said, “What are you doing?”

You faintly smiled, “I need to look at your jaw. I won’t take it off all the way.”

His hand dropped, back down to where it was resting before, only this time, his thumb went through one of your belt loops.

Your muscles tensed in shock, but then quickly relaxed. You felt like you were just melting over him.

Your fingers pushed up his mask, inch by inch, until the whole lower half of his face was exposed.

His lips are gorgeous. You thought. He had a scar on his left cheek that you accidentally ran your fingers over, but then quickly got back to what you were supposed to be doing.

You grabbed some gauze and alcohol, and started dabbing the wound with it. He inhaled through his teeth in pain, and grabbed your hips roughly.

“Y/n, could you hurry up? This hurts more than I’d like to admit.”

You scoffed, and finished cleaning the wound before putting a large bandaid on it, stroking his face as you laid it on the cut.

“Done.” You whispered.

“Thank yo-”

You cut him off mid sentence by putting your mouth on his. Your hands moved to his neck, then to his hair as your lips intertwined with his. You broke from the kiss, sighing, his hands resting back on your waist, drawing circles carefully underneath your shirt.

“You're welcome.”

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swanimagines · 18 days

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Star Wars: Imagine Rey coming to save you after Kylo Ren kidnaps you.

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Echoes of footsteps pierced through your dream as you slowly came back from your unconsciousness. You groaned at the pounding headache, trying to grasp your head, but something prevented you from moving your arms, and your eyes shot open.

No.

You were in a room full of consoles, you could hear Stormtroopers talking, you were tied in this chair - and then you remembered the battle.

You had just knocked out a stormtrooper who had snuck up behind Rey, and you had smiled at her as she spun around.

“You’re welcome,” you had told her, and she had smiled back before her smile suddenly disappeared and before you could react, you felt a hard impact and everything had become black.

You had been kidnapped. That much was certain now. It had been only a matter of time really - your reputation in the Rebellion had spread wide, you had led countless successful rescue missions, you had destroyed multiple Imperial stations and bases… you were Leia’s go-to soldier if there was a particularly dangerous mission coming up, because she knew you could pull it off.

So when you heard the door hissing as it opened, you could already guess who it was, despite him being behind you. “Kylo Ren.”

He was quiet for a moment, before he took a few steps towards your chair. You refused to look at him, but you saw a piece of his cape from the corner of your eye.

“I apologize for the discomfort,” he said, mockingly pretending empathy. “You will get something to drink soon.”

You scoffed. “You should know better than not realize that I won’t drink anything you give me.”

Kylo sighed, stepping in front of you. “It would be easier if you would cooperate with me. Maybe we could even come up with a peaceful solution for this… situation.”

"I won't give my friends up," you spat at him. "Especially not to a man who tries to be a copy of Darth Vader while not being even half as terrifying as he was."

He took a few steps to the side, circling you like a predator. "You're protecting your 'friends', who aren't coming to save you. How noble."

“Sounds like true loyalty is a foreign term for you.”

“Hm.”

You both were quiet for a moment, before Kylo pulled out a tablet from one of the console trays.

“We’ve been tracking your camp location since the battle, and we have found it. If you tell us information about where to find Crendrund’s Library, we can spare some of your friends.”

You stared at him. Crendrund’s Library. They knew you had found it? Numerous artifacts hidden away, a vast amount of knowledge you would use for your advantage in your war against the Empire. All that in the heart of Zephyrus Nebula, on that little ocean planet with a lone island.

But somehow you still managed to keep a straight face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He was quiet, and you saw his fist clenching. You felt crooked satisfaction from seeing that - he was already growing frustrated. Him being frustrated spoke of him not being sure if you were the right person to kidnap. You may not know anything useful after all - and if he made a mistake, his Master wouldn’t be happy.

He straightened up, putting the tablet back into the console. “You have until tomorrow morning to change your mind. And if you haven’t… well, you will have to endure so much pain that you won’t leave this ship sane.”

Then, he left, the door hissing open. You felt his eyes on you one last time, and then you were alone again once the door shut. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a breath.

There was no way you could escape. There was nothing near you that you could use. There was nothing in the room at all in fact, unless something was behind you.

You didn’t want to die, nor lose your sanity, but for your friends, for the cause - you would do anything. Even if the torture would last for days, weeks. You would never give your friends up.

Kylo would also try to get inside your mind, maybe after torturing you. But you were determined, practiced with it since you were a child, since your parents first brought you to the rebellion base. Everyone thought a small child like you didn’t belong there at first, but quickly changed their minds when they saw how gifted you were, how quickly you learned to defend yourself, and how smart you were in tricking people. And all that had paid off when you were sent on your first mission.

Everything was ending at some point, you had always told yourself. And your ending would come in hands of Kylo Ren, but he’d torture you in vain. He’d have to crawl to his master and tell him that he has failed. You’d get to humiliate him as the last thing you did.

Then, the door hissed again and you sighed, his Master had likely ushered him back like a dog.

But then, you heard Rey’s voice whispering your name, and your heart jumped - you definitely hadn’t expected her to come, especially not so soon.

“Rey?” you whispered back, and she came to stand in front of you, looking over your restraints. “What are you doing here? How did you get here so fast?”

She frowned. “Fast? It’s been over a week since you were taken.”

You huffed. Of course. They had been probing your mind while keeping you in a Force-induced coma, and suddenly the fact that they knew that bit of Crendrund’s Library made sense. But even when you were unconscious, your mind didn’t let them dig deeper than that - which made it seem like you knew that it had been found, but you didn’t know anything beyond that. But Kylo’s Master surely guessed you wouldn’t be left outside such information, and that’s why Kylo had tried to make you tell more, scare you by threatening your friends.

“They know we’re planning to find Crendrund,” you whispered to Rey as she worked on prying open your restraints. “Ren threatened to attack our base if I didn't tell him where to find it.”

“What?” Rey gasped, and you shook your head.

“I didn’t tell them anything and I don’t believe they actually found our base, but I just… they know.”

Rey was quiet for a moment as she worked on your ankles, and then helped you up, hugging you. “We were all scared of losing you.”

You nodded and glanced towards the door. “Let’s get out of here.”

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This is an open ending. Any continuation parts are not being planned as for now. I may write one someday, but not promising anything. It might take even years before any kind of continuation would come out, as Star Wars isn't my main fandom and I write for it just for practice and variety really, so I wouldn't get bored with my main fandoms. Making this note just so it would lessen people demanding me to write a part 2/expecting me to write a part 2. I'll do it if I feel like it, it may happen this year or in 2030 or beyond that.

Requests are open! FANDOM LIST | PROMPT LIST(S) | RULES (READ!!!)

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garbinge · 8 months

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Poorly Healed

Angel Reyes & F!Reader

From these August Prompts: A Poorly Healed Injury

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Angsty. F!Reader has a kid with Angel.

Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

“I thought you told me that wasn’t bothering you anymore?” Your voice startled Angel.

He was standing in the kitchen, his hand over his bicep where a bullet had grazed his skin a earlier this week, his face wincing in pain as he applied pressure. But the minute he heard your voice he snapped out of it and turned to you, his face full of shock and you could see the gears in his head turning as he tried to come up with an excuse.

“Don’t even try.” You took two steps into the kitchen before grabbing his arm and looking at the wound. It was red, while it had started to scab, it didn’t look proper, it looked like it hurt. “Jesus Angel. This shit is infected.” You were mad but more so, you were concerned.

“Go.” You nodded towards the door in the kitchen that lead to your backyard. “Go sit on the back porch, I have some antibiotics and should have something to sterilize whatever the fuck this turned into.”

He did as you said, moving to your covered back porch, it was dusk out, but the sunset was still offering ample amount of light. The chair he sat on faced the yard which was just plain yard until a forrest full of trees filled it. The sound of the highway that was only a few miles away buzzed as white noise in the background.

You walked out soon with two medications, antibiotics and pain meds, along with antibiotic cream and alcohol.

“You don’t care about scarring, right?” You asked him already knowing the answer. Angel might have been a pretty boy but he didn’t care about a scar.

“It’ll make a good story.” He smiled from ear to ear as he took his shirt off so the wound was fully able to be treated, although a simple sleeve rollup would have sufficed. Again, pretty boy.

“Good story, huh?” You began to clean the wound with alcohol, patting it with cotton balls and q-tips. “This one time I got shot at and even though it nearly missed my heart, it sure as hell gave my girl a heart attack because the call she got from the MC was Angel’s been shot, get down to the clubhouse.” You mocked the phone call from one of the prospects who called you.

“To be fair, that was more Bottle’s fault, not mine.” Angel defended himself.

“It’s more the fact that you got shot, Angel.” You stopped applying the neosporin to look up at him.

“I know, it was a stupid situation we got put in, it’s not gonna happen again. I didn’t mean to worry you.” Angel rested his other hand on your knee.

“That’s the thing Angel, I’m always worried.”

Your eyes were locked on eachother, faces serious now. He knew what you were saying, he agreed, but it was more complicated than that, and you knew it but didn’t want to believe it because if there was a will there was a way.

“We aren’t kids anymore, Ang.” You inhaled and closed your eyes, softening your voice before opening your eyes to lock with his again. “We’re not 23 looking for the next cheap thrill, the drugs, the partying, the money, it was fun then, but now, its scary– it’s terrifying honestly, not knowing when you’re coming home–if you’re going to come home, we have a kid, Angel. A child. Who looks up to you. You want him to sit at that table? Look what that shit did to Guero. He’s fuckin’ drowning in that emotion, in that regret, that revenge. I’m not even around the way I used to be and I can see that shit.”

“It’s not that easy, querida. I’m trying.” Angel pleaded with you.

“I need you to try harder.” You picked your hand up and grabbed his face. “We need you to try harder.” You referred to your son.

He rested his forehead against yours after letting out a deep sigh.

“I want you to be happy.” He whispered.

“I am happy. I have a beautiful son, beautiful family, a home, a handsome man,” You added some humor in your voice to those words to make him smile, “I just want the luxury of knowing when you walk out that door the odds of you coming back home are in my favor.”

“Shouldn’t be a luxury.” Angel’s voice got serious.

“I know.” You agreed with him and pulled away from him to continue applying the cream to his arm.

“EZ should have been the one to call you when I got shot.” Angel back tracked to the vague phone call you got from Bottles that day.

“I shouldn’t have to get that call.” You retorted.

“I know.” He repeated your words back to you.

You wrapped his arm with gauze and a bandage. “Take one of each of these, and for the love of God, Angel, let me clean this out everyday.”

“Deal.” He tapped the bandage before leaning over and putting his hands around your waist to bring you to sit on his lap and stare out into the yard, the sun setting and the light dissipating as the minutes passed.

“I think we should move to Mexico.” You had your arm around his shoulder but hand tangled in his hair.

“Mexico, huh?” He started to caress your arm lightly with his fingers.

“Yea, I think our boy would love it, plus it’d be nice to bring your dad back to his home, even if it's not the same town, it’d still feel more like home than Santo Padre ever did I’m sure.”

“Good luck getting him out of that house.” Angel laughed.

“You underestimate the powers of a 2 year old little kid.” You smirked and leaned your head on top of Angel’s.

“He’s there now?” Angel asked where your child was and you hummed to answer him. “I’ll go pick him up.”

Angel was now standing up getting ready to head out, you were standing now too, soaking in the quick kiss Angel left on your lips before he was walking away.

“Angel.” You called out to him, a little desperation in your voice. The fear of him not coming home haunting you like it did every time he left the house.

“It should’ve been EZ.” You repeated the statement from your conversation earlier, it was something Angel said but you never agreed with it then. The fear of him not coming home and getting a call like you did when he was shot was eating you alive and you hoped he saw that without you needing to explain further.

He turned around, his face looked heartbroken because he knew exactly what was going through your head.

“I’ll let him know.”

With that, he nodded and pulled out his phone so you’d know he was calling to tell EZ right now, it wasn’t what you truly wanted. You wanted Angel to tell EZ he was leaving, done with the club, but you’d take this. If you had to deal with the uncertainty of club life, at least you had some comfort knowing if anything happened EZ was going to be the one calling you to break the news, the right way. As if there was a right way to break that kind of news, but based on the past experience, you knew there was definitely a wrong way of doing it and you could breathe easy knowing that’d never happen again.

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koalamuffin01 · 1 month

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Made For You- Chapter 1

Full Story Summary: Tav is a High Elf, Life Cleric of Corellon Larethian, from Baldur’s Gate, who was kidnapped by a mindflayer ship. Now she must save herself along with the other infected she meets along the way, one of which she feels an inexplicable tie to. What does Corellon have planned for her? What is the connection she feels with Astarion mean? Does he too feel this bond? Will she be able to save them all?

Chapter Summary: Tav awakes upon a ravaged beach and finds her way towards a handsome elf.

Ratings: Eventually, full story - E - Explicit(only suitable for adults) Chapter 1 - T - Teen and Up

Warnings: Chapter 1: Canon BG3 Typical Violence, Act I Spoilers Full Story: Violence, Abuse, PTSD, Nightmares, Astarion’s Backstory, Cazador, Terrible Parenting, Force Marriage, Assault, Sexual Assault, Domestic Violence, Sex, Eventual Smut, BG3 Spoilers, Probably More (Will Update With Each Chapter)

Word Count: 932

A/N: This is my retelling/head canon of how my original play through went with my Tav, Tav. Tav is a High Elf, Life Cleric of Corellon Larethian. Her backstory will remain a bit of a mystery for plot reasons but will eventually be revealed. She romanced Astarion. For posting schedule, I’m just going to try and post when chapters are ready. I already have the first two chapters done, so I will post them about a week apart. This is the first fan fiction I’ve ever written, so please be kind. Please let me know what you think in the comments. Thank you, bless.

The Pale Elf

The elf was the most beautiful man Tav had ever seen. Granted, she had not seen many, but his very essence seemed to reflect the sun that shined on him. He was simply radiant, and her heart skipped as she slowly made her way towards him as if guided by the divine. Nothing could stop her from approaching him, not her decorum, or teachings, and certainly not the half-elf who seemed to be wary of anyone who wasn’t them.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.” The elf gestured with his head towards a brush he was standing next to.“There, in the grass. You can kill it, can't you? Like you killed the others.”

Tav took a step forward. The elf drew closer. She just nodded, not trusting her voice around the man. “There, can you see it?” She put her hand on the pummel of her short sword and tried to peer around the bush to find the intellect devourer.

A mad dash of a wild boar who was hiding in the grass. Tav jump a little, put her hand on her chest, and let out the breath she had been holding only for it to be taken away when she felt the cold steel of a blade at her throat. She tried to run, but was swept from her feet to the ground by the elf.

“Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.” He looked up to where Shadowheart was standing. “And you - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”

“I need her alive - stow that blade or I'll show you just how messy things can get.”

Tav’s heart started pounding even harder in her chest. She didn’t particularly trust Shadowheart not to make the situation worse.

“Promises, promises. But I have other business, I'm afraid.” He turned his head back to Tav. “Now, I saw you on the ship, didn't I? Nod.” He said as one might to a child or someone they felt was intellectually inferior. Tav, terrified of doing anything that would cause the man to slit her throat, obediently nodded. “Splendid. And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”

“You’ve got it all wrong-” she started, finally finding her voice, but was cut off by the man.

“Don't lie to mel I-agh.” A shooting pain took over Tav’s mind. She felt the worm wriggling inside her brain connecting to the one inside the elf.

She was in a dark alley, late at night, peering at people who were talking, laughing, drinking outside what appeared to be a tavern, and was overwhelmed by a feeling of hunger.

As soon as it came, the vision and the pain inside her mind was gone. She was back on the beach in the man’s arms. “What was that? What's going on?”

“It's the mind flayer's worm - it connected us.”

He slowly released her, and she rolled away in order to stand and face him. “You're not one of them. They took you, just the same as me.”

Tav nodded and pleaded with her eyes for him to believe her. “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.” He stood up straight, put the dagger away, and then flashed her a charming smile.

How was she supposed to react to that? One minute he is threatening her life, the next he acts as if it can happen to anyone. Luckily she didn’t have to respond, he continued the conversation himself.

“Please, allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur's Gate, when those beasts snatched me.”

“I’m Tav, and this is Shadowheart,” she gestured to the half-elf beside her, “we were both on the ship when it crashed. Well, actually, we were kind of the ones who made it crash.” She said with a small smile.

“My, my, you've been busy.” He put both of his arms on his lower back and leaned slightly towards her like he was wanting to hear some sordid gossip. “So do you know anything about these worms?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, they'll turn us into mind flayers.”

His arms and face fell. His eyes got as wide a saucers with what appeared to be both fear and sadness. “Turn us into - ha. Hahaha!” Astarion looked away and started cackling as if Tav had told him a funny joke. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?” He said more to himself then them. “Although it hasn't happened yet.” He turned to Tav. “. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.”

“Control it? We need to get rid of it.”

“Well yes, of course. But first things first.”

Something pulled inside of Tav’s stomach. It felt as if someone or something was tying a string from her to Astarion. Tav had never felt anything like it, but knew she must listen to it. “You should travel with me. Our odds are better together. We’re going to look for a healer.”

“You know, I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know. All right, I accept. Lead on.” He said with a little bow.

Tav turned to Shadowheart who gave her an incredulous look. Tav just shook her head and shrugged as if to say, “Even I don’t know.”

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medusapelagia · 8 months

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22 AU-gust: Celebrities

Rating: Teen and up Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson WT: sickfic, car accident WC: 2486

It’s not the first time that Eddie and Steve are followed by some paparazzi, not since Corroded Coffins made it big thanks to the single Lover Lake Lover.

They were eating at the Ritz, in a very secluded area, but someone must have ratted them out and they had to cut it short and run toward the red Ferrari Eddie bought with the first stack of money he got from the label.

Steve was not enthusiastic when he first saw the car, but in the end, Eddie convinced him that it was better than the shitty van he used to drive back in Hawkins.

“Fuck the paparazzi!” Eddie complains, taking a sharp curve too quickly. “We can’t even have one night to celebrate on our own!”

“It’s ok Eddie. The food was great and I really loved that you booked the entire restaurant just for us.”

“It wasn’t enough! Have you seen how many paparazzi were there? They knew we were there! They were fucking waiting for us.”

Eddie keeps going faster and faster, trying to leave behind the cars that are following them.

“It’s ok, I don’t mind. I know how your life is and I’m fine with it.”

“Sorry sweetheart, I wanted everything to be perfect. I had all this planned for months!”

“It’s just a birthday, we can still celebrate the next one…”

A flashlight in the rear mirror distracts Eddie and for a second he closes his eyes, when he opens them another car is right in front of them.

He turns the wheel of the car, avoiding the impact with the car in front but being pushed forward by the car that was following them.

They hit the guardrail, hard.

Eddie’s face bumps against the airbag, and his nose breaks.

He hisses, while he feels something hot pouring from his nose.

For a moment he stays still, trying to understand what happened, then someone is opening his side of the car and he sees the same boy who followed him from the restaurant.

“Hey man, are you ok?” He asks, trembling.

“What the fuck do you want?! You already ruined my evening! I hope you took a good picture!”

“Man, I’m sorry, but you are bleeding. I already called 911, they are on their way.”

Bleeding?

He touches his face finding blood on his fingertips “Fucking moron! If you ruined my face I’m going to fucking sue you!” Then he turns toward the car “Steve, are you ok?”

His blood freezes: Steve's head is hanging on his chest while he is unconscious.

“Steve! Steve!” He calls again trying to shake him, but the other man stops him.

“Don’t move him! Wait for the paramedics!”

But he has to know if he is just unconscious or…

He lifts a finger toward Steve’s nose, holding his breath until he feels some air on his fingers.

“He is breathing…” he whispers, looking at the unconscious boy at his side “Where the fuck is the ambulance?!” he asks terrified.

When the ambulance stops and the paramedics see Eddie’s face they can’t believe their eyes.

“Eddie Munson?” one of them asks, getting closer.

“Yes, I’m fucking Eddie Munson and my boyfriend is unconscious in the fucking car! Can you do your fucking job for Christ’s sake!” he yells, unable to control himself.

The two paramedic nods and gets closer to the car, but Steve’s side of the car is blocked by the guard rail “We have to wait for the firefighters to free him, if we move him now we risk compromising his situation.” one of the paramedics says, dragging Eddie far from the car “Are you fucking kidding me? You can’t leave him there! Don’t touch me! I’m fine! I’m fucking fine!” he keeps yelling, while the other guy keeps a strong arm on his shoulder.

“Your nose is broken, I can quickly fix it and you can’t do anything for your friend, so try to keep still and let me do my job. The firefighters are on their way, my colleague already told them what to expect, your friend will be out of the car in no time.”

Eddie nods, finally quiet.

He screams when, with a loud crack, the paramedic puts his nose back to his rightful position, but his eyes are pinned on the car.

True to their word, the firefighters arrive a few minutes later, opening the car like a tin of sardines and taking Steve out of the car.

Eddie tries to run toward him, and then the two paramedics, Eddie and Steve drive quickly toward the hospital.

When Eddie can finally see Steve’s face he sees that he has blood pouring from one ear. It can’t be a good thing.

He has an oxygen mask and the two paramedics talk quickly between them.

Eddie can’t hear anything, he can only see the weak beat of Steve’s heartbeat on the screen.

When they finally get to the hospital Steve disappears with some nurses behind a white door and Eddie’s word stops.

He doesn’t know where the fuck he is, he doesn’t know what is happening to Steve, and what he knows is that all the people in the waiting room are looking at him.

“Eddie Munson?” someone asks, but he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He runs toward the bathroom and closes himself into a stall before falling to his knees and starting to cry.

***

He doesn’t know how long he stays on the floor of the stupid bathroom, but something is buzzing in his pocket.

He takes out his phone, Robin.

“Hey, Eddie! How did it go? He hasn’t called me! I was sure he would have called me as soon as you gave it to him but… Eddie? Eddie, are you ok?”

“No…” he mumbles, his voice broken.

“What happened? Did he not like the ring or…?”

“I didn’t… I didn’t have the chance to give it to him. I didn’t… he… I…”

“Eddie, you are making me anxious. What happened? We had everything figured out.”

“We hit a guardrail. We are at the hospital. He… he is in surgery.”

“Where? Where are you?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Eddie! Listen to me! Ask someone for the name of the hospital. I’m coming. Ok? I’ll call Chrissy, she’ll be there soon. Just tell me the name ok?”

He nods, even if she can’t see him, and goes toward the reception asking for the name of the hospital.

In a few minutes Chrissy, his manager, is there.

She makes sure that there is a private room ready for Steve on a higher floor, and then she drags Eddie toward the waiting room in the private area.

“He is going to be ok. I’m sure. We just have to be patient.”

Eddie nods, with his eyes still full of tears.

“What happened?” she asks sweetly, holding him tight.

“We went to the Ritz. I was going to ask him to marry me. But there were so many paparazzi and I didn’t want to have our special moment in tomorrow's newspaper, so we left. But a couple of paparazzi were insistent. One of them follows us with his car. And I was reckless. I was driving too fucking fast! And then I saw a flash in the rear window and somehow there was a car in front of us. I tried to avoid it but the car behind us was too close and we hit the guard rail and I don’t know how he is. He was bleeding from his ear Chrissy. You shouldn’t bleed from the ears.”

Chrissy hugs him even tighter, while she calls Garreth and asks him to check with their agency if they can do some damage control on what happened. It’s bad enough that they had an accident and Steve is in surgery. They don’t need the media's extra attention.

***

After what feels like days, a doctor comes to talk to them. Chrissy is hugging Eddie and holding Robin’s hand as tight as she can.

“Your friend has a brain injury. We had to open his skull to release some pressure. From our scan it seems that he had at least a couple of concussions in the past, is that right?"

Robin nods “Yeah, he has a history of concussion due to… sports.” that’s the official excuse. Talking about interdimensional monsters to doctors is never a good idea.

The doctor nods.

“I will not lie to you. When he came to us he was in pretty bad condition, but now he is stable. You can’t enter the room but you can see him if you want.”

Eddie and Robin nod eagerly and the doctor escorts him toward Steve’s room.

He seems so small in that hospital bed with tubes all over his body.

“He will be ok, right?” Robin asks, tentatively.

The doctor sighs “It’s too soon to tell. But he is young and strong.”

Eddie puts his hands on the window.

“He is.” he whispers.

Steve has a big white bandage around his head, his hair was shaved and Eddie knows that he is going to be so mad about it.

“I think the wedding will have to wait.” Robin says.

“What?”

“He will never get married with a buzzcut.”

Eddie laughs, dryly.

“It’s my fault.” Eddie says, eyes pinned on the resting boy “If I wasn’t so famous it would have never happened. We would have had a burger at Benny’s not at the fucking Ritz and we would have ended our night in Steve’s bed and not in a fucking hospital.

Robin hugs him tight “It was an accident.”

“I was driving Robin, it's my fault. If he... I will never forgive myself!”

“He will not! He will never leave you. I know that! And you know it too!”

Eddie nods, crying silently while they hug each other.

***

Three days.

Three fucking days and still Steve has not woken up.

The doctors say that his brain needs time to heal and that it’s a good sign, but what they really mean it’s that is a good sign that he hasn’t died.

Robin somehow convinces him to leave the room to grab a coffee, and he is staring at it, without even seeing it, when he sees the familiar flash.

He knows that he looks horrible, he hasn’t left the hospital in three days, he hasn’t showered or left to eat, and someone is taking a fucking picture of him when he is at the lowest point of his life. The love of his life is dying and all that people can think of is taking a picture of him.

Garreth, at his side, takes the phone from the man who took the photo, deletes it from the phone and from the trash, and yells something about how he should feel ashamed of himself.

Eddie tries to keep it together.

He can’t cry. Not now.

He leaves the cafeteria and wanders around the hospital without really knowing where he is going and he finds himself in front of the hospital chapel.

He has never prayed before.

He called himself the antichrist more than once.

But right now he really needs some help.

It’s cold and dark inside, but somehow peaceful.

He sits in one of the last pews, looking at the dim light of the candles.

There are a few people but none is looking at him, everyone is too involved in his own problems.

He tries to remember one of the prayers that his mother insisted he learn, but he never did.

“Please, God, don’t take him away from him. Please.” he begs, feeling the tears in his eyes.

He cries all his tears in the little chapel, where for the first time after so much time he is not Eddie Munson, he is just a boy, asking for a miracle.

When he gets back to the room, Steve is still lying in his bed.

No one asks him where he has gone or what he has done. He sits on the uncomfortable plastic chair “You’ll have to give me some massages when we come back home, Stevie. I’m breaking my back on these stupid chairs.” he murmurs, holding Steve’s hand.

***

Something woke him.

Eddie opens his eyes confused and then he sees it.

Steve is caressing his hand, his beautiful doe eyes confused but open.

“Oh my god! Steve! Steve!” he screams, getting closer and cradling his head between his hands while peppering his forehead with kisses.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” he keeps repeating, waking Robin who was sleeping on the little couch in the room.

“I’m going to call the doctor!” she says, and then she runs outside while Eddie keeps kissing Steve, unable to believe that he is finally lucid.

The doctor makes everyone leave, and when they come back he tells them that everything seems good. They will keep him for a couple of days, and if the tests are ok he will be discharged, but he will have to come back for a few weeks.

Eddie nods and then goes back to his lover.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I almost killed you.”

“Ed… I don’t remember what happened exactly but I’m sure you didn’t try to kill me. You love me too much.”

“I do. I fucking do.”

The ring in his pocket burns like fire, even more now that Steve is injured and they aren’t legally married.

He gets on his knees.

“Will you marry me?”

“Eddie!” Robin scolds him, but he has eyes only for Steve.

“Are you serious?”

He takes the ring from his pocket “I know that I smell like shit, but I have wanted to ask you to marry me since forever and I thought that your birthday would have been the perfect occasion. I’m sorry I ruined everything and I’m proposing in a fucking hospital room. But I want to be your husband more than everything! Would you like to be mine?”

Steve smiles “I do.” he replies tugging Eddie until he is close enough to kiss him.

Robin glares at Steve “I hope you were thinking about asking me to be your bestwoman.”

Steve laughs “It seems to me that we never got enough privacy. But, yes, you are going to be my best woman.”

“You have to ask! You can’t just assume… ok... You can assume. I love you so much dingus! Don’t scare me like that again!” she hugs him tight then she leaves the room to give them some privacy.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Tired and confused. Maybe it’s all a dream and you never really asked me to marry you.”

“That’s only one way to know. I will keep asking you until we finally get married.”

“That sounds nice.” Steve replies, his eyelids falling.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

#tumblr fic #myfanfic #steddie #au gust 2023 #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #writing challenge #celebrities #medusapelagia fanfic #medusapelagia #my fanfic

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Anea

Sorry this took so long, coming up on finals and it's been hectic lmao

They are 22 (Rotxo) and 23 (Spider) when they find their first daughter

Kids were a desire they hadn't sorted out yet - biology and the war were too in the way for them to even truly consider options (Rotxo thought about it a lot though, it was one of the ways he got through what was going on, imagining a little blonde na'vi or the kids they could adopt, uncaring of logistics or realism)

They find Anea when she is 6 months old

Bridgehead falls and the war is reaching it's conclusion with this being one of the last major battles. However, the people left behind are hardly peaceful and the repopulation efforts had begun

Most of the people are pregnant or came with older children in the case of repopulating citizens, however, a few had already had their children. As many that can be sent to earth are but, again, there's the question of what to do with the children left behind

Some will, again, stay with the children too young to travel but there's very little humans allowed to stay on Pandora - as such, there's few caretakers

Unfortunately, many of the children don't survive the war. Between attacks, illness, and accidents of a planet not made for them, the surviving group is limited to a small handful

Spider spends as much time as he can helping to foster and situate the children remaining - the copy of his own childhood sends him into a bit of a spiral

The difference this time is that his presence has the Omatikaya and Metkayina more prone to opening their arms to them

Part of him doesn't think he could let any of them go, but slowly they're taken into the families of those around him. Kiri takes one with her mate, some of their friends take others, but Anea somehow stays

He can't keep himself away from her but it scares him. Rotxo is there helping but he keeps them apart - scared of what facing the feelings would mean

He should have known better than to try

Rotxo scoops her up before he has a chance to one day, noting his mates attachment and wanting to confront what was happening

The little girl is tiny. She's 6 months old but barely reaches past his wrist and he feels his heart stop.

She's not scared of him, despite the fact that few Na'vi have interacted with her up to this point. Rather, she whines and nestles down into the warmth of his body. She's asleep before he can even reach Spider

He doesn't ask so much as tell Spider that it's time to bring her home

Rotxo is a very broad man, strong and muscled at this point in his life, but now he's reduced to a gushy mess over a little creature too young to care if she has him wrapped around her tiny finger

Norm is on cloud nine when they finally ask to adopt her

He knew they were going to take her the whole time - he practically raised the dumb fucks and he's tired of the skirting around, get his granddaughter a name and get on with it!

Kiri ultimately names her. They tell her the news and she melts, whispering Anea when she leans down to kiss the infants head

Naming her took some effort given their situation. Figuring out the family name, who would go where, etc was a little bit of a hassle since they wanted to respect Rotxo's family but make sure Spider was included

Ultimately, they use Socorro so she is connected to her humanity but Rotxo is the parents name they claim. She's human, but they give her a na'vi name so she never feels separated like her father did

And so, Anea te Socorro Rotxo'ite is born

Rotxo is 300% whipped for this little girl

He's terrified of hurting her but he's so beyond taken with her that he doesn't know how to function

Spider has to be the responsible parent who reminds him that she needs to be put down and that Rotxo can't stay in the shed 24/7 with them and he needs to go outside

While you might assume the tattooed warrior that will forever tower over this part of his family is the protective one, it's Spider

Spider didn't realize how lucky he was to survive his childhood until the others didn't

He takes protecting Anea to a whole new level and does everything in his power and beyond to protect her

Kiri thinks it's hilarious but is admittedly pretty bad as well with her own son, a slightly younger boy she adopted when they took in Anea

Anea and her cousin are raised in the shed behind Rocorro's marui until they're around 5 and able to wear a mask

When she's able to go outside, she takes after Spider a lot

She's a climber and an explorer, wanting to see and be in everything since she couldn't be before

Rotxo is the worst enabler and teams up with Lo'ak to get her into things she probably should not have access too

Surprisingly though, Tsireya is the one she chases after the most

Anea is a complete water baby and spends as much time as she can floating and playing in the water

Tsireya very proudly believes she is blessed by Ewya to show how she belongs with them, a diver through and through

Personality wise, she's very curious and can be headstrong but is kind of shy with new people since she grew up so sheltered

She's very comfortable with her clan but new people will have her in one of her dads arms or behind them in an instant

She's not a sickly child, but she has a lot of allergies and needs special food a lot

She is also asthmatic which was a very...intense day to figure out

She and Rotxo are close her entire life

As she gets older, she likes to study plants and helps maintain the reef

She takes a lot of interest in the science of pandora and ends up apprenticing under the aging scientists she grew up with

With some help from Ronal, Norm, Tsireya, and Kiri (a terrifying combination that scares the shit out of her Dads and uncles) she ends up working to combine some of Earth's science with the spiritual practices of Pandora

Despite growing up in the tail end of a war, she really isn't much of a fighter

She can defend herself but much prefers to stay concentrated on her studies where she can help it

With help from Spider, she has a much healthier connection between her humanity and her connection to Ewya

Physically, she's latina

Her family was Spanish

They know her mother and father were colonists but her mother is MIA in the documents they found and her Father died of illness shortly after arriving on Pandora

There are records of several siblings that returned to Earth and a brother that didn't survive

Rotxo is the one haunted the most by her family

She doesn't worry much over them, she only wishes she could have seen her siblings or could reach out to them

Spider is, surprisingly, more accepting of the mystery that is her biological family

He knows what it's like to wonder but has learned the hard way that blood only means so much

But Rotxo wonders where they are, if they watch over her, and feels like he lost a chance in never meeting her siblings

It hurts him that they're separated but the conflicts with Earth mean there's nothing that can be done

He never really stops wondering about them

He braids them into her songcord when she's little, smaller beads that dangle from the main cord before her adoption

She braids it into a half crown on her head when she's older

She has long, medium brown hair that reaches her mid back in waves. She braids it a lot but rarely sticks to one hair style for long

She has tan skin, freckles from the sun, and a honeyed complexion

Rotxo likes to joke that she has Spiders eyes

She's a very relaxed older sister and is truthfully very similar to Tsireya

However, she is a bit of a jokester with them like her Uncle Lo'ak or Spider when she gets wound up

She likes to team up with one of her Dads or uncles to play little tricks on her brothers or the clan - using new spices in their food is a favorite

She has ADHD and so Spider has to help her work out her energy a lot

That is, unless Rotxo uses it to make her spar with him

He loves that she's so peaceful but he's seen too much not to make her a strong warrior if it's called for

#rotxo x spider #spider socorro #rocorro #atwow rotxo #spider soccoro sully #rotxo #avatar the way of water #rocorro kids #Anea te Socorro Rotxo'ite

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playertwotails · 1 year

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Thinking about how Tails has canonically blown up a man and his entire army killing them and how he defiantly told Sonic about it. But I don't think Sonic believed him really. Not that he thinks Tails is lying but little kids have a tendency to exaggerate. And depending on the game manual he either fights this army before he met Sonic or right after and I can't decide which is actually funnier. Cause in my mind when Sonic first met Tails he was like 3-4 while Sonic is 10-11.

Putting the rest under the cut cause this got longer than I meant for it to be

So if it's before they met, these big tough army guys just stumbled upon a random toddler that woke up and choose violence and napalm bombs that day. And who then proceed to pretty much hunt them down one by one which puts Tails in the role of terrifying unstoppable horror movie creature from their perspective.

If it's right after Tails met Sonic, they just beat Eggman. Tails just got his first taste of taking down would be dictators and decided he could go for a round two but with more explosions this time. Plus he hasn't really fought real people other than Eggman just his bots so Tails is a bit unknowingly deadly against these new more squishy opponents. (Not that Tails doesn't realize he's killing them he 100% knows what he's doing but also they're trying to take over the island and he's got some bombs so that math checks out for him)

Either way I just image little Tails telling Sonic he took out a whole army of bad guys on his own. And Sonic in his head knows Tails can fight but is thinking it was like 3-5 people at most maybe and Tails is just exaggerating . Plus Sonic thinks Tails just means he stopped them from doing what ever they were doing; not that Tails meant "took them out" as in he stopped them from existing.

Years go by and on one of their adventures they stumble upon a guy who was basically the sole survivor from Tails' rampage. That guy just takes one look at Tails and starts panicking and trying to run away.

Sonic sees this and runs after the guy and then gets a rundown from the guy of why he's so scared of Tails. Which leaves Sonic in a bit of a state of shock. He's not like mad at Tails at all but more like "huh???" cause Tails is sweet and doesn't like to hurt people and prefers peaceful resolutions if he can get them. So this is way out of left field from the sweet little brother he knows. But Sonic thinks back to that conversation he and Tails had all those years ago about Tails defeating an army. Realizes he was completely wrong about what Tails meant, and in hindsight knowing what Tails can do should have probably been a bit more concerned about that whole conversation. He was a kid raising and even smaller kid who is a genius he gets some leeway on not being 100% on top of things. But Sonic just turns to Tails and just

"Tails what the actual fuck????? THAT WAS A REAL THING????!!!??"

And Tails, who has thought this whole time Sonic believed him, is just like

"Yeah I told you about his already don't you remember??? Did you think I was lying???"

Sonic has to back pedal and explain his thoughts on what Tails told him back then. Which alleviates some of the confusion but also now he knows Tails has killed and like okay not great but also what can he do about it now. He personally doesn't like killing people but also Tails was like 3/4 at most and he was in a situation were it was him vs an army. Those odds were still in Tails favor but technically it was self defense in Sonic's mind. So Sonic doesn't really have any negative feeling towards Tails over this or see him in any negative light. It's just turns into a "well that's a thing now" kinda situation.

OR the flip side of this where Sonic 100% believes Tails from the get go and again same thoughts as above but he does lecture Tails about, you know, not killing their enemies.

He also takes away all Tails bombs which is why in later games Tails doesn't use bombs much just his inventions or those dummy rings from Sonic Heroes. Sonic lets him have his heavy weaponry back once he knows Tails wont go Doom Slayer on Eggman or their other enemies.

Idk just some funny thoughts about that game I've been having.

#sonic the hedgehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #tails has killed before and he can again if pushed too far #I always felt kinda bad for the Kukku army cause they're just there doing their usual shtick #meanwhile tails is going full Predator mode on them #that had to have been terrifying from their perspective #you know something/someone is taking out every one mostly with bombs #and they get told it's some little toddler #and like you know some of them laughed cause “wtf do you mean it's a toddler with napalm bombs”#until said toddler rolled up on them and they then were like “oh that toddler”#and the last thing they saw was a tiny Tails chucking a bomb at them

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buggstuff · 9 months

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CodyWan Week day 5!!

I experienced some writers block, and decided it would be better for me to do this from a different perspective, so I just kinda came up with someone to do that with.

@codywanweek

CodyWan Week day 5! Prompts: Sith AU/Established Relationship/Battle Couple

Work Text:

"CLEAR OUT!" RK-2387, Reck, heard their Commander call out. "OUT OF THE WAY, MOVE, MOVE!" Reck stumbled to his feet, wincing at the wound in his thigh. He followed his fellow troopers as they run, clearing the area for the Emperor's righthand-man and his husband's shuttle to land. Thank the maker, they were getting awfully close to losing this battle.

Reck watches as Lord Eirie and his husband exit the shuttle, weapons in hand, black uniforms matching. Eirie, formerly known as the Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, ignites his blade, and it glows the blood-red Reck had seen many times before. Stormtroopers had replaced Clone troopers the moment the Empire took over and the Clones started dying. Few remained, mostly just old ones living on the streets. However, Lord Eirie's husband was a clone. One that had been modified differently, his ageing had stopped some time ago, and he and Eirie grew at the same rate now, at the same age.

They really were made for each other, it seemed. The way Eirie took the offence, Cody taking defence and protecting his Lord from behind or from things he may have not seen, which was rare to happen. They moved in perfect sync, so incredibly well, it was almost- No, it was terrifying. Before Reck knew it, they already took out the entire lot of rebels, assessing the situation and scene.

Reck watched while removing the armour on his left thigh, wrapping a stray piece of cloth around a wound. The couple talked to each other quietly, seeming to have a laugh about something. Reck froze as Eirie's yellow, burning eyes landed on him. He stayed frozen as he was exposed, helmet off to tend his wound.

His body shook with fear as the Sith approached him, taking a good look at him.

"Did someone give you the word to remove your helmet?" Eirie finally asks, and Reck swallowed hard.

"No, sir," He makes no move.

"Well, tend to your wound quickly. We wouldn't want someone less apologetic to see you with no helmet on," The Sith finishes, almost.. a fatherly tone in his voice?

"Yes, sir!" Reck responds, tightening the cloth around his thigh before putting his helmet on, beginning to stand. He stops as a gloved hand reaches in front of him. He looks up and softly takes it as General Cody helps him up.

"Would you like help walking, Reck?" Cody asks, amber eyes looking forward where Eirie stands.

"If you don't mind, sir," Reck says carefully. He liked serving under them, despite being as evil as everyone knew the Empire was, Cody and Obi-Wan were once in the same war longer than most Stormtroopers had been. They were the only two other than the Emperor himself who respected troopers choosing names for themselves. Hell, Cody was a chosen name too.

"Alright, Reck, I'll get you to a medbay quickly," Cody says, their arms going over the other's shoulders, the General helping Reck walk to their private shuttle.

"Thank you, sir," Reck breathes out, thankful for the help. While it was very easy to replace troopers, in this case, Reck had been loyal and serving for 19 years now, as long as the Empire had been around. And they weren't just gonna replace him like that.

"You're welcome," Cody says, helping Reck sit in one of the shuttle chairs.

Sith or not, Reck had to admit.. If anyone in the Empire was nice, it was them. Evil, but caring. Deadly, but kind.

Of course those acts were unforgivable, but neither took pride in it. To them it was simply.. ruling.

Reck appreciated it, respected them a little more.

I mean, more than he already had. They were the galaxy's most powerful battle couple ever. You had to give them some respect.

#codywanweek2023 #my writing #obi wan kenobi #star wars #codywan #cww23 #commander cody #the clone wars

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byenycfm · 5 months

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The Change - Rosie's Diner Event 02 group thread.

Who: @pxtitxrosx @skylerb @romanxdrake @rhianwells @rosiesdiner @rioreeve @ashton-ryder When: Nov 18th, Early afternoon Where: Rosie's Diner Note: Event 02 - The Change, Discord thread archived

Charlie:

So much was happening all at once and people everywhere were screaming and running. Scarlet splatter seemed to cover everything and Charlie was lost in the chaos. To her, it felt like Zach came from nowhere, the punch that landed on Roman's jaw pulling a shocked cry from her though the tables turned before she could do much to even try and pull him off. Ria was screaming, Courtney was dead, Rosie was shouting, Ash was trying to calm Ria and Skyler was doing his best to not get trampled. Terrified and utterly overwhelmed, she eventually found herself curled up underneath the table, knees to her chest and hands clamped over her ears as she waited for everything to stop.

Skyler:

He wanted to warn Zach, but he wouldn't listen. Not that it surprised him, he simply wished they could focus on eliminating the infected, so the mess they'd later have to take care of wouldn't get even worse than it already was. When he finally managed to get to Charlie to check on her, she looked absolutely terrified; he had never seen her like that before but neither of them had ever been in a situation like this one. "Charlie?" He patted her knee gently. "Come out, it's not the safest spot, y'know? I know you're scared."

Roman:

Roman was pissed at how easily his attempt to keep Charlie safe had been blown to shit. One punch from Zach and Roman had completely lost sight of her, and in the several long moments he had to put Zach back in his place Roman was tearing himself up inside with imagined thoughts of trouble that could find her. By the time he felt comfortable relaxing his grip on the other man, Roman turned to see another resident helping Charlie to her feet. Didn't know his name--but he'd spotted the pair interacting briefly and it seemed Charlie trusted him. Not that she was always the best judge of character. Roman took several steps away from Zach to bend down and pick up his gun. "What matters is we find out what happened to her." He replied to Zach, deciding it was better not to mention anything about the infected residents and how that was what really mattered right now.

Rosie:

Roman's retort "Be grateful I did or we'd all be in her position" did not grant any gratefulness from Rosie, whose scorn was still in place. Did she have to add a list of weapons not allowed in the diner to the board? Although she was glad Charlie wasn't marred, the men weren't doing Rosie any favors. "I'll just keep holding down Maria while she bleeds out, is that it?" Although Rosie didn't know it, Maria changed as quickly as Courtney. Seizing one moment, next limp as her eyes filmed over, then animated again with renewed vigor. Maria's mind was surely gone. Rosie had dropped her initial knife, leaving her closest bludgeoning resource the old fashioned metal napkin dispenser. One strike to the head was not enough even though she'd applied her pitcher's knowledge: arm strength over wrist. Her vision blurred with tears as she was forced to hit the young woman repeatedly, apologizing each time as though that made a difference. When Maria ceased struggling, Rosie released the metal tin from her shaking hand. Her clothes were ruined. The diner was a mess. It all happened so quickly even though Courtney was alive ten minutes ago.

Zach:

For now, going after the infected and then trying to figure out how it all started in the first place sounded reasonable. Thank God his survival instinct was still there. Zach took a few deep breaths to muster enough strength to prepare himself for more fights with zombies before he could mourn his friend, then straightened up to give Roman one more look. He could wait, he wouldn't be making it harder. Then his eyes were on Skyler as if he wanted to make sure he and Charlie were okay, and once he decided the answer was yes, he walked away to retrieve his knife and help others.

Charlie

Eyes locking on Skyler's face as he lowered down to her level, the familiarity and gradual quieting of the din at least inside the Diner gave her enough courage to finally crawl out from beneath the table. Out from hiding but into hell. Without even thinking much she'd reached for Roman, his last instructions to hold onto him still playing in her head, and a shaking hand reached out to tangle itself into the fabric of his shirt. Most people had seemingly run for the hills, so to speak, and Charlie did a mental count of those of them left. Thankfully, Rosie's voice filtered from near the counter and that was enough relief to last her a lifetime, even as sickeningly wet thuds came from the same direction. Marie... bleeding out.... Oh. It didn't take long for her to put the pieces of the puzzle together, and like a rollercoaster, her relief turned to grief. Blood and bodies were everywhere. Attention stolen by Zach storming out of the Diner, it seemed like that signaled something, or maybe that was just hopeful thinking? "Is it over....?" Voice small and trembling nearly as much as she still was, large eyes made larger out of fear, flicking from Roman to Skyler and then back again, pleading silently with them to tell her it was over and refusing to look anymore at the carnage and death around them.

Skyler:

He helped Charlie as she got up and glanced around the diner. No new zombies around them, but he saw the injured one run out of the diner, so it definitely wasn't over yet, not until they were able to infect even more people. Zach left and he wanted to join him; together, they could be more effective and probably faster, they had almost managed to get that one killed, after all. No more distractions and they could do that. Skyler hesitated and looked at Charlie. "Not yet, so we gotta be careful." Then he turned to Roman, arching a brow. "You need my help in here? Or should I search the floor?"

Ashton:

Once Ria seemed to calm down and come back to their present, Ashton gave her a final reassuring squeeze to her shoulders and letting her go, "of course." it seemed safe enough to sit here just for a bit, despite the wreck and bodies in the diner. Ash turned his attention back out, the entrance close by to him, seeing the trails of blood that lead outwards in different directions, more had to have gotten bitten and ran. Ashton turned back towards the main group in the centre, yelling and arguing words were thrown across at each other, making his own ears ring, but the biggest concern was Rosie holding the teenager down, the waitress if he remembers correctly. His focus immediately honed in on every people, who had injuries who had bites, casualties and fatalities- “Rosie!” It was just a warning call as he noticed the teenage girl seizing. He stepped forward but paused as he watched Rosie brutally end the girl’s life. What a terrible way to go. But also what a terrible way to end someone. He came over immediately, kneeling down beside Rosie and a gentle hand to her back. Words didn’t seem to do any justice and so he said nothing, instead, looking up to the others, focus on what they need to do. What they can do. "Before we argue and try to find the cause, there are some injured- bitten that escaped, I'm going to find them, neutralize the threat and transmission, we have to stop it from spreading."

Ria:

Ria replied with a faint smile, a thank you and an apology for creating new problems. She curled up in the booth sobbing quietly, arms wrapped around her knees tightly with the feet pulled up to the seat. She sat there stubbornly until she could move again, hoping she would wake up and this nightmare would be over.

Roman:

nearly a dozen of them in the diner and yet Rosie was left alone to deal with the young woman convulsing in her arm. This is how they died—infighting, tearing each other apart just enough to let the undead come and finish the job. “Search the floor. Should probably do it in pairs.” Because none of them could be trusted to not do what the poor SOBs they were now chasing down did. Get bit, run, spread the infection. Roman approached Rosie with Charlie at his back. He did a once over of the scene in front of him. Blood and viscara splattered on the diner floors and across Rosie’s face attested to the force she’d put into her blows. He almost told her good work but decided better of it. “Rosie and Charlie, can you guys put together a list of who was in here? Names and room numbers. And if anyone else lives with them.”

Rosie:

What she wanted to do was give Maria, Courtney and any other victims a proper burial. The elderly woman had been a long time patron, although the young man with her only stopped by once in a while because she did. Rosie wiped at her mascara mixed tears, but that only smeared blood across her face. It was still warm which made her feel nauseous. Ash's hand grounded her however and the warmth felt like a little reminder she was still human in spite of what she done. She smiled at him sadly in thanks. "It looked like Courtney was... pretty determined. Do you think those people are still alive?" Rosie asked Ash, not as an argument, but genuine inquiry. "She took that woman's face off, but I guess the boy..." Walking behind the counter, she washed up to her elbows with hot water and soap. Wetting a dish towel she wiped off her face and nodded at Roman. "Let's go across the hall to write it?" She suggested to Charlie after grabbing a menu pad and pen. They didn't need to sit at the counter while the deceased bled out around them. That would be too eerie and she never wanted to be that comfortable with death.

Charlie:

Seeing Rosie covered in blood made her stomach turn at the absolute atrocities that they were going to be faced it with everything was said and done, unsure if she'd even be able to bring herself to do it when the time came. Even from where sat she could see chunks of flesh on the floor, and blood on seemingly every surface. Spreading, The very idea made her blood run cold, grip tightening on the anchor of Roman's shirt, reluctant to let go even when he made a very good request. "I don't...." She didn't want to leave the safety of the group, of Roman and Skyler's presences, but there was little they'd be able to do to help quell the situation with her hanging off of them. Swallowing back the ball of terror in her throat, she finally pried her hand away and gave a little nod. "Let's go in the storage room... and we can lock the door. It'll be safer... just in case." Someplace closed and locked and safe from another one of those things finding their way into them was all she wanted. Who knows where everyone had taken off to, and how many had been bitten. "I think between the two of us we know almost everyone in the building, but... I wasn't really paying attention before, to who was here. We'll do our best, though."

Skyler:

He nodded to Roman and patted Charlie's back to let her know that he'd be careful searching the floor and didn't plan on dying anytime soon. Of course his reassurance would be enough. "I'll find someone alive and well to join, the sooner we get rid of these the better." Charlie and Rosie shouldn't be left alone with the most difficult part of that, which was cleaning up all this mess. Killing others in self defense was one thing; this would be even worse, when all the adrenaline wore off and the zombies still looked like their friends and neighbors. "I'll be back to help you when this shit's over."

Ashton:

Ash nodded to Roman, the most calm amongst the lot, one might find that unsettling, yet Ash understood it well. The decompartmentalization came almost too easily for him too. "Roger, let's at least secure the diner as well, get the rest under lock down to stay in their apartments." Most effective way to minimise contact with the rest of the residents. He thought for a moment as Rosie asked him, "Marie was the first, the others may still be alive but I don't know if we can save them." Wasn't Vince talking about some cure of something? Whatever, they can't take this risk on a maybe right now. They can't lose the one safe zone they've built for themselves. Ashton stood up looking for one of the knives to prepare to head out. He got too comfortable and complacent, not even his combat knives were with him that afternoon. He's never going to leave them in his apartment ever again. "We can follow the trials, at least 3 from first contact in the diner, they seem to be bleeding."

Rosie:

With freshly clean hands, Rosie felt reassured in taking Charlie's. "That's a good idea." Rosie genuinely meant it; she wasn't just appeasing Charlie. Charlie, who was taking this in like a normal person. Rosie frowned internally; was she abnormal for blowing up lobbies and beating co-workers to death? What constituted as normal these days? "At least if we're locked in we're safe and the others know where to find us." "We'll recall what we can and see you soon." Rosie nodded at men. She smiled at Skyler as an offered thanks for his return to help surface the diner. She knew others would come, those closest to Courtney and the other victims wanting to put them at rest properly. Sitting on an unopened cardboard box of dispensable coffee cups once they were safely locked in the storage room, Rosie drew a plain outline of the diner on her pad of paper. "Maybe if we break this down by tables we can remember everyone." She suggested, resting the end of the pen against her bottom lip after numbering the tables and barstools. "I should have brought highlighters... you were working the second half of the room and Maria was working the first half, right? That's why she was closer to the door and saw Courtney leave."

Skyler:

"Alright, stay safe," he replied with a tiny smile. They seemed to be doing good, if that was the right word for a situation like this, so he checked his pockets to make sure he had enough ammo, and headed out of the diner. The sooner he started checking the floor, the easier it would be to find and stop the infected from spreading the virus.

#bnyevent #Event 02

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