#the blood running down his knee came out really well... wish you could see it in the post version :(
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A La Folie ft. Jay
Synopsis: Wounds came and went. All in the circle of life am I right? The greatest warrior among all the kings, Park Jay. For him, seeing blood was like seeing the sky. It was a daily routine which he could not escape. Yes sometimes he had grave injuries, which he wouldn't stop to take care of, with him being a workaholic. But sometimes healers do more than heal physical wounds, and for Jay, you did exactly that.
Pairings: King!Jay × healer!fem!reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, no smut (yet hehe), mentions of blood, violence, domestic abuse, mentions of cheating, mistresses (don't read it if you can't handle it), mentions of food, Jay has a REALLY tragic past sorry bout that, reader is an orphan, also this is really dramatic IM SORRY I CANT NOT WRITE DRAMA, open ending oohh
A/N: EYYY MR JAY PARK WOOHOO Ngl I was so excited to write this but the exams and all made this kinda difficult to write so if anyone has been waiting for this I'm sorry for the extremely long wait. Also yes this wil be in three parts yay. @yunabi436 this is for you baby 😽
Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3
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"And from Aphrodite's rotten lovesick blood did the white flowers turn into a darker shade of red, eternally forming the flower of love."
Aphrodite and the hunter Adonis' tale had been one of boars, blood, lust and love.
For the young king of the iron-kingdom of Vadronia (rightly given its moniker), the only thing he cared about in all of those four things were the boars and the blood.
Jay Park's kingdom wasn't the strongest in all of Paradoxica just in a penny's wish and a flick of a tail feather. It was quote unquote 'molten from iron itself' as all its rulers were.
From all of his brothers, Jay was probably the one who took his duties as a warrior seriously.
Well, a bit too seriously, according to the said brothers.
"Jay would you please stop running so fast?" Sunghoon panted, putting his hands on his knees and breathing heavily as beads of sweat dripped from his hair and skin.
The mud track was always the hardest one to trench upon, and with Jay on your trail? It was hell. Atleast that's what Jake and Sunghoon described it as.
"Are you going to be saying that when you're running from enemy horses?" Jay turned back and glared at Sunghoon, the light autumn breeze giving him peace as it whipped his hair around.
"For God's sake Jay, no one is going to invade us now." Heeseung walked into the scene, with much less sweatier clothes and an arrow clutched in his hand, indicating he had come back from his target practice, "Give the poor guys a break."
"Yes please give us a break I'll go down on my knees." Jake was close to collapsing on the floor, his hand desperately clutching onto the nearby flag pole for support.
"You'd go down on your knees for your best friend." Jay scoffed, throwing his head back to shake the sweat out of his hair follicles, because as glorious as they were, the stray strands still annoyed him, "And you." He turned towards Heeseung, who, even though was much taller than Jay, now looked like a dwarf in front of Jay's broad figure, "How many times do I have to remind you to come for practice?"
"It's not my fault." Heeseung jut out his bottom lip, he always loved acting cute in front of Jay even if he was older, "Little princess back at home has been spying on me. And not gonna lie, I am extremely aroused."
"Why did I even ask?" Jay rolled his eyes and stretched out his arms, the bright burning sun reflecting in his eyes like the moonshine he loved so much, which he drank by the fireplace as he penned down poetry he could show to no one.
"So Jayyyy" Sunghoon dragged his words out, "Felt any sparks lately?"
"Ask that question again and you'll be running twenty laps round this track." Jay promptly replied, cleaning his face with the lavender-smelling towel the nearby servant handed to him. He always loved the lavender scented things, it reminded him of the springs with his mother, oh how she would tease him with tiny flowers in his hair, and the clink of her ruby created dagger in her belt. The dagger lay soulless now, sitting in a secretive place in Jay's room, as he stared at it and remembered that moment again and again. His bastard father, no matter how many times Jay had cursed him, he still couldn't get it out of his mind.
His mother, his compassionate, kind mother, didn't deserve to bleed out from his father's turn of blade.
And no matter how many potions he took, the smell of the blood filled ballroom still lingered in his nose at night, when he would jolt awake in cold sweat, wanting to cling onto his mother, but then he'd remember that he wasn't eight anymore, she was gone.
"Jay you're my brother and I really respect you a lot." Heeseung started, sitting Jay down on the oak bench, while Jake and Sunghoon quietly sneaked out, running for their lives back to their horses, "But you've got to find someone to love in your life, you've got to get over your fear."
"Weren't you the one who was complaining about love to Jake and I a few days ago?" Jay raised a magnificently trimmed brow, to which Heeseung chuckled.
"Yep but then I fell into that rabbit hole and I seem to like it, a bit too much perhaps." Heeseung stared into the distance, instantly losing his dramatic moment as the setting sun hit his pupils.
"Yeah, someday when I'm older maybe." Jay fiddled with his fingers, he never could keep them still, "But for now, I wanted to ask if you'd want to come with me on a hunt tomorrow?"
"A hunt?" Heeseung quizzed, lifting himself with much difficulty off of the bench, bow in hand, "You haven't invited me to a hunt in ages."
"Necessity is the mother of invention." Jay got up as well, scented towel still in hand, "And in this case it's that wild boar our men have been hunting since last month, been terrorizing the border between Tarnow and Vadronia now. I'm surprised you haven't noticed yet."
"Consider me blinded by love." Heeseung threw a flirtatious wink at Jay, who visibly gagged, "I'll be there."
"I'll be waiting."
"No no no, Jay, we, under no circumstances, apply essence of Hibiscus to a water snake's venom." A lady with greying hair sighed, bending over a wooden cup, while a sturdy, black haired man gulped heavily and stared nervously at the herbs in his hand.
Jay was never very successful in his healing classes, and under the strict gaze of his teacher, old Mrs.Chun, he was far away from catching the train of success.
"I don't get it." Jay frowned like a child, setting the hibiscus flower down on the table filled with healing equipments of all kind, "Wasn't the essence of Hibiscus supposed to combat this snake's venom?"
The old lady sighed again and rolled her eyes, snatching the hibiscus from the table and setting it into a basket full of the bright red flowers. With her other hand, she picked up a wicker work basket of lavender and lifted it up to Jay.
"Lavender. I said lavender remember?" She smiled up at Jay like an encouraging teacher, "Lavender for the wounds which make a man turn purple, and hibiscus for the blood drops."
Jay mumbled the rule under his mouth before pressing the lavender petals to the venom splanched across the bown om front of him. The purplish colour immediately turned a healing shade of dark yellow, satisfying Jay and letting out a sigh of relief from the old lady.
"Just some more practice and patience and you'll be a good healer in no time." Mrs. Chun patted Jay's arm sympathetically.
"But why do I even need to be a healer?" Jay asked curiously, putting the box of potions up on the shelf where they belonged, "I'm already a warrior."
"Every great warrior needs to know how to tend to his own wounds." The old lady smiled, looking curiously at a green flask, "I made a vow to your mother to never let you fail in this subject."
Jay smiled fondly at the thought of his mother spending her hours in the infirmary along with Mrs. Chun. Mrs. Chun herself was like his mother figure, providing him the hugs his 14 year old self needed so bad years ago.
"And remember Jay!" Mrs. Chun called out just as Jay was about to leave the room, "I won't be here for the entirety of next month."
"But then who's going to look after the infirmary?" Jay turned back and raised a quizzical brow at Mrs.Chun, who smiled gently.
"My apprentice will." She promptly replied, "She's a nice girl, I told her all about your predicament of failing at healing." Jay let out a chuckle at Mrs.Chun's joke, "She'll take your classes alright?"
"Don't miss me too much Mrs.Chun!" Jay laughed, "I'm your favourite remember?"
Mrs.Chun laughed heartily to herself. Oh that boy, she thought, still a bit at heart even if he was a man to the world.
Only a bit of love perhaps, can truly lead him to show this side of him to the world.
Jay sighed heavily as he plopped down on his armchair, the most comfortable one by the fire.
Love, he scoffed, what a stupid, dangerous thing.
He believed his father to love his mother, he believed his mother to love his father even as he went out every night to quote unquote 'find himself'. Mistresses were awful buisness, and no Queen had ever objected her king having one. But of course, his mother had to object, she had to be different. She had to storm in to her husband and his lover and confront them. And his father, fire-filled man he was, had to strike a blade through her belly, making her bleed out in 14 year old Jay's arms.
And of course, Jay, blinded by his rage, had to strike his father back, skilled as his father was, Jay was more fleet footed, and in the blink of an eye, his father and his father's new toy were lying in cold blood on the floor, as Jay sobbed, clutching his mother's body, dead as a fish out of the ocean.
And his brothers had noticed, they had always noticed how Jay was never the same from that day. From the happy boy who loved to write stories and poetry and who hated to even step foot in the training yard, Jay became the mercenary king, ready with his sword clutched in hand, and his poems long forgotten to silence and withering darkness.
But it wasn't to say that Jay was a ruthless ruler, he chose not to take that path, especially not after half the kingdom starved under the rule of his father. It wouldn't have been a lie to say he was the kindest one in all of Paradoxica, except he didn't really show it in the way he spoke or acted, but by the way he controlled the administration and whatnot of the kingdom. This kept his busy, seldom leaving time for any other activities, much to the disappointment of his brothers, especially Heeseung, who had always been the closest to him, who had known what he was truly like, deep inside.
Clutching his eagle feather quill, one of his most dearest ones, Jay dipped the tip into his ink pot, letting the excess ink dry off before pressing it to his leather bound diary.
When he wrote the feelings he couldn't ever say out loud onto the softwood paper, Jay felt a sort of contentment, he had always been a clandestine philophile, so to write his proses on the idea of love, death and misery, was to create a beautiful choreography on his mindset.
Alas, if there was only someone he could show them to, someone who would understand what Jay meant in the lines, even with his messy loopy calligraphy, that would have been a dream truly come true.
But how could a man who wrote poems to challenge the angels of love themselves, ever find love?
But I am a mere narrator, what would I know?
And sometimes, just sometimes, Cupid lurked in the ballrooms of dancing princes and in the dark inkpots of oxymoronic kings.
"I have no idea what's happening, but I'm happy to be here." Sunghoon's beautiful Clydesdale horse pranced around on the grass, as energetic and as similar a persona as her owner.
"Would you tell her to calm down?" Heeseung's own chestnut's hooves guided him towards Sunghoon, "She needs the energy for the hunt." Heeseung easily managed to calm the mare down by scratching behind her eyes, to which Sunghoon drooped since he had been enjoying the prancing around a bit too much.
"Why are we going on a hunt again?" Jake adjusted his saddle, making sure he was buckled in properly to his Fox Trotter horse, "Aren't we above killing animals now?"
"Your best friend tell you that?" The clip clopping of Jay's magnificent Dutch Warmblood sent all of the soldiers to silence, "And if the animal is a wild boar, no we aren't above that."
"Whatever you say, oh great King." Sunghoon snickered, as he did a sort of bow on his horse, making everyone laugh.
"Oh shut up." Jay rolled his eyes, clutching onto his horse's hair, and leaning into his usual stance, "Come on now, don't want to keep a beauty waiting do we?" And with the mighty neigh of his horse, he rode off into the forest, followed by Heeseung, Jake and Sunghoon, who followed with dramatic sighs.
"Sometimes I wonder if he just wants to live in an adventure book and say cringey lines all the time." Sunghoon jested, making the others laugh.
"Where on earth is Sunoo?" Jay shouted out, completely ignoring the statement made about him, as the rest of the three managed to catch up to his horse's pace.
"Probably tending to his vineyard." The wind whipped Jake's hair around, "God knows if he'd ever accept coming to a hunt with us."
"Maybe a grape hunt-"
"Shh!"
Jay's action of stopping his horse, and shushing everyone startled the others, and as the clopping of hooves quietened down, they understood why Jay had stopped so abruptly.
The rustling of the nearby begonia bushes, combined with the noises of an animal which sounded extremely similar to a wild boar, alerted them, as they drew out their swords, daggers and metal tipped arrows, all from treasure chest of Vadronia's amazing metalwork, aiming them at the begonia bushes, as Jay held up his closed fist to give the command.
"Come on out." Jay whispered to no one in particular but himself, as the begonia bushes began shaking more rapidly and the sounds of an animal's footsteps came nearer.
"Hey maybe we should-" Heeseung bagan quietly to Jay, but was interrupted by the ripping of the begonias into shreds.
And there it was, what Jay had been waiting for.
A big wild boar in its full magnificence.
Ivory tusks in full gleam, swathes of brown fur all over its damaged skin, with wounds from previous hints. A ture display of its strength, Jay thought, it wanted to intimidate them, as if to say 'see how many people haven't defeated me yet, why do you think you stand a chance?'.
"Steady now, Lady." Jay patted his horse, which was ever so graciously named Lady, although the mare's personality in battle was far away from a lady's. Jay always preferred mares to horses, he though they were more faster and agile, while horses used their brute strength. And he had a hatred from brute strength. It was what got her killed after all.....
"Jake look out!" Heeseung cried out, snapping Jay out of his daze of staring into the boar's eyes. Of all the animals of the world, he hated this one the most, he hated the way his father loved to hunt them, and how he'd come home from hunts everyday drenched in blood with a boar skull im his hands, from which his mother would recoil from, what with her hatred of the smell of iron.
Hatred, that's all that was there in Jay's life. And that's all there will be.
"Jay, we have to get back come on!" Sunghoon cried, his horse already galloping away. The boar was far too big for them to contain. "Jay?" Heeseung peered back, "Jay no!"
But the sturdy built man's ears heeded no warning as he stepped along to the boar, his sword clutched tightly in hand, the carving of his name in the metal shining bright, as if to warn the spirit of the forest that he has arrived.
"Hyung what's happe-" Jake and Sunghoon's horses had turned back to see why the eldest wasn't coming, only to see Jay stabbing at the boar, while Heeseung tried to get Lady, who was close to prancing away into the depths of the forest.
"Help me would ya!" Heeseung cried, flinging his rope around Lady's magnificent neck, to which Sunghoon and Jake came quick and flung their own ropes, "One of you help Jay!"
"I'll go!" Sunghoon's horse galloped towards Jay, but to his shock, he saw that the boar was already lying, its movements still, and Jay standing drenched in blood.
It was dead.
Jay's sword was decorated with ribbons of maroon.
"Jay what the..." Sunghoon began, but he could find no words. The boar had been big, two times the size and strength of any ordinary man, and now it was kneeling at Jay's command, kneeling dead and cold as a fish.
"It's dead." Jay growled, his breathing too heavy, and his hand clutching a particularly dark spot on his stomach, as Heeseung and Jake came to the scene, having calmed Lady down, "The tusk...."
"The tusk? What about the- Jay!" Heeseung cried, before jumping off his horse and quickly moving towards Jay's graceful falling figure.
The last thing Jay felt was the feeling of wet grass underneath his head, Heeseung's hand over his wrist, and the familiar scent of feminine lavender pressing over him before everything went dark as he had always wished for it to be.
Jay never cared much about his injuries. No matter how big or small they were, no matter if it was a paper cut to the thumb or an arrow head to the shoulder, he would simply say "Injuries happen, it's a part of life" and move on. Which proved to be a source of annoyance for his brothers, especially Jake, who had an eye for healing.
But Jay was a firm believer in the notion that twenty four hours a day simply wasn't enough. He wanted more, he craved for more, more time, more work. Although he wouldn't admit it, everyone was in unison with the fact that he was Paradoxica's biggest workaholic.
And when it came back to the topic of injuries, Jay would still keep working, whether or not he was stuck in bed, because Heeseung had forced him to stay there.
Heeseung remembered Jay's younger days. How Jay would whine and do nothing if he got even the tiniest splinter in his finger. How he would beg for a day off from studies if he merely stubbed his tie against the kitchen ladder while sneaking out to steal pastries. But the horrible incident had changed every aspect of Jay, and now, he wouldn't stop working if every limb in his body was broken.
"All for the good of the people" he reasoned.
Usually Mrs.Chun had taken care of him, scolded him too many times about taking rests whenever he'd come back from battles or fights with blood flowing out his nose. But even then he didn't care. So the vision of waking up to Mrs.Chun's berry scent was a norm for him whenever he'd get injured.
But now, the room wasn't berry scented, and nor was Mrs. Chun sitting in the corner, waiting for him to wake up.
A girl?
A girl, wearing Mrs.Chun's apron, had her head rested against his table, her eyes fluttered close.
Were his eyes tricking him or did Mrs.Chun suddenly become thirty years younger?
Feeling something heavy on his waist, Jay tried to lift his head from his pillow, letting out a guttural groan as he did. God what was hurting him so much? He could feel something hurting at his stomach.
"Your Majesty, lie back down." He heard someone say, and as he opened his eyes, he saw the girl bending over him, forcing him to lie back down on the bed.
Jay stared at her for a few moments, trying to remember who she is before the candle went off in his mind.
The apprentice.
You were Mrs.Chun's apprentice.
"Are you Mrs.Chun's apprentice?" Jay groaned, feeling his head throb and his fingers were aching too.
You nodded promptly, before pushing Jay gently back onto the bed as he tried to get back.
"I'm sorry to inform you, Your Majesty, but you aren't getting up for another two weeks. You were stabbed by a wild boar's tusk." You stated firmly, shocking Jay at how casually you had addressed him, "His Highness Heeseung told me to handcuff you to the bed if you even try to move."
"Handcuff me?" Jay chuckled, moving his body slightly to lessen the pressure on his legs, "Where are you even going to get-"
Jay's sentence was cut off abruptly as your hands pulled out a pair of heavy metal from a secret pocket in the olive green dress you were wearing, and held it in front of Jay, effectively silencing him.
"I'm sorry if that was rude, but you are my patient, Your Majesty.." Your mouth let out a chuckle, sending a weird sensation into Jay's stomach, which he had never felt before, "So, I will do anything and everything in order to make you rest."
"So what may I address you by, My lady?" Jay quizzed you, his head now no longer throbbing for some reason. He studied your features for a while, he thought your eyes were pretty, decorated by a thin lining of kohl. Your figure was pretty too, wrapped in the striking colour of the dress you were in, combined with the beautifully familiar way you wore your hair.
"Definetly not by 'My lady'." You chuckled, picking up your dress, and sinking into a curtsy, "Y/N, you may call me Y/N, Your Majesty."
"Pretty name." Jay complemented, watching you stand up straight from your curtsy and smile impishly at him.
"You've got to take your medicine now." You reached into your apron's pocket and pulled a big vial, which was filled with a bubbling, golden liquid, "Now, according to Mrs.Chun, tricks by pretty people often work on you."
"Pretty people?" Jay scoffed childishly, thinking about whether or not he thought Heeseung was pretty, as you measured out the liquid into a cup, "Mrs.Chun needs to have a check for up there. And do you really think you're pretty?"
You strode towards him with the cup in your hand, and smiled widely. "Well, pardon me Your Majesty, but from the way you were staring at me five minutes ago, yes. I do think I'm pretty."
"Don't get your ego up." Jay warned, taking the cup from you, letting his mind linger for a few minutes on how your delicate fingers brushed his scarred ones softly, "Your parents mus'nt have taught you manners did they?"
"Well, firstly, I don't have parents." You smiled, "And secondly I need to check your bandages, they seem to be bleeding again."
So that was what the pain radiating from his stomach was, Jay thought, as he looked down to see his bandages streaked a darker shade of red. He quickly gulped down the golden liquid in the cup, a visibly disgusted expression forming on his face at how bitter it was, and looked up at you, with widened eyes.
"So...?" He said, expectantly, seeing you fumble with some clean cloth, another vial of what looked like cream, and a safety pin.
"Tell me where it hurts when I change them alright?" You said gently, making his lay down on the bed again, "and uh..."
"What?" Jay questioned, seeing your eyes linger at his wound or more specifically, his ab muscles, "Oh you can touch them it's fine."
"Oh. Oh yeah alright." You said, feeling your face heat up slightly. Bandaging him when he was still unconscious was easier than this, when he was awake. God his stare was so attractive to you, even now, as you gently touched his bandages, replacing them with cleaner cloth, you tried hard not to brush your fingers against his abs.
"Enjoying the view?" Jay asked, a cockish sneer to his voice. "There's a view to enjoy Your Majesty?" You fired back, although you most certainly were enjoying staring at him.
"You're an interesting one." Jay said, trying to make small talk as you lightly pressed against the smaller wounds with the cream, "Y/N wasn't it?"
"Yep." You said with a pop of your lips, finishing wrapping his wounds with a slight tap to check if they were secure, "And please do stay in bed and don't work. If you need anything, I'm right outside. His highness Heeseung has told me to rest in the chambers opposite yours."
The chambers opposite to his, his parents' chambers. God did Jay hate that room, all big and filled with skulls from hunts.
"If you want to you can go home, I can manage on myself." Jay said, his eyes set on yours. Why was it so hard to maintain eye contact with you?
"I know how that idea works." You smiled again, bringing that weird sensation back into Jay's stomach, "I'll go and then you'll order someone to bring you your work, so His Highness Heeseung specifically asked me not to leave. I guess you're stuck with me Your Majesty." You curtsied to finish off the impression.
"Jay." He spoke again, to your confusion, which made him stifle a chuckle, "Please, call me Jay."
"Jay." You smiled to yourself, "Well, ring that bell if you need anything."
As you left the room, quietly shutting the door behind you, Jay had the sudden urge to kick his feet in the air. The room was filled with lavender scent, your lavender scent to be specific, and it gave Jay a sense of calm, which in turn reduced the pain radiating from his stab wound.
Well this would be an interesting two weeks.
"Your Majesty what on Earth are you doing?"
Jay froze in his position at hearing a stern voice. Your stern voice, to be precise.
"Resting?" He said, trying to hide his cheeky smile, as he slowly backed away from his table. Rolling your eyes, you quickly got him back to the bed, worried that his bandages will open back again. But the only thing Jay was worried about was that his work wasn't getting completed.
"How about this?" You asked, as you finally managed to wrestle him back to the bed, "I'll do the work for you, if you agree to rest. It's in that diary right?"
"I can't let you do that." Jay grumbled, reaching for your arm, as you hurried to get to the diary on his table. The cold touch of his hand on your warmer skin made you flinch heavily, which in turn made Jay pull his hand away.
"I'm sorry." Jay quickly apologised, as you rubbed your arm, "I- That's my private diary, I don't really allow people to see it."
"Oh, my apologies then." You curtsied, still rubbing your arm, feeling extremely cold for some reason, even if the warm daylight was coming into the room through the window, "Your Majesty-"
"Jay." He corrected, shooting you the tiniest fragment of a smile.
"Jay." You said again, this time feeling more at ease, "You've got to rest, I'm begging you. Those bandages won't magically heal you until you rest. If there's anything I can do to get you to rest, I'll do it."
Jay's ears weren't actually listening to anything. His mind was too distracted again, by your scent. God damn his strong sense of smell, but you smelled like memories he wanted to forget.
"Tell me what perfume you use and then I won't work." Jay looked up at you with a cheeky smile. He didn't know why, but he felt comfortable to show you his smile, which he didn't often feel with the ladies in their paraffin socks.
"I- that's a peculiar question." You said, not knowing what to feel aboutthe actual King asking you about your perfume.
"I swear on my own grave that I will rest if the great healer Y/N tells me her perfume." Jay recited, keeping his hand on his chest for dramatic effect.
"It's the lavender one we get in the town square from Marcella's." You raised your chin up high, "Now would you rest?"
"Hmmm let me think." Jay dramatically sighed, "No."
"Your Majesty, I will beg." You breathed desperately, "I will seriously-"
"Your collarbone." Jay interrupted, his attention diverting from your eyes to your shoulder, "There's something on your collarbone."
Jay took note of the way your eyes flickered quickly and worriedly to your collarbone, and how you rushed to pull the sleeve of your dress up to cover it, clearing your throat afterwards to clear the awkward air.
"Are you-"
"Your Majesty, I admire the way you hold so much strivance for your work but you really must rest if you wish to keep working for the rest of your life."
The atmosphere of the room had a drastic change, Jay could feel it, as you quickly curtsied, said a quick "excuse me" and hurried off towards the exit.
That wasn't a stain or a birth mark on your shoulder Jay knew it, as he leant back comfortably, and decided to follow your advice for a while.
He'd seen dark marks like that on someone he once knew and loved.
And something in him asked him not to rest (unless it was pretending for you) until he figured out where that bruise the size of a man's hand, came from.
Part 2 coming soon....
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These Actions Haunt My Days
Odysseus was used to getting weird dreams. But this one was different.
Someone was watching him.
“Athena?” he called into the dream-void.
A soft chuckle came from behind him. “Don’t mistake me for one of the immortals, Laertides.”
Odysseus whirled around as a man’s figure faded into view. It was someone he recognized, but couldn’t quite put a name to. “Who are you?”
“I’m just a man.” The figure raised a hand and gestured to him. “Like yourself.”
Odysseus’s hand flew to his waist, then he remembered that this was just a dream. He can’t hurt you. And you can’t hurt him.
“What do you want, stranger?” he spat.
“You call me stranger, yet you too triumphed over my fallen body.”
So he was a ghost. An enemy … Odysseus almost didn’t dare ask. “H—Hector?”
The Son of Troy smiled—a gentle smile, although his eyes held a controlled rage. “No respect for your opponent, it seems. It took you that long to recognize me.”
“Why are you here, prince?”
His smile faded as his expression hardened. “I wanted to talk to you, one father to another.”
Oh.
“If this is about your son—”
“You did it to protect your own. I understand that. But…” He sighed. “You and I are not as different as you might think, Odysseus.”
The tactician titled his head, cautious but curious. “Oh?”
“You are a king, fighting for your country. You fight for your wife, who awaits you back at home. And your son, who you want to see grow up to live a glorious life. And you will do anything necessary to protect those you love the most.” Hector stepped closer and softened his voice a little. “I, too, fight for my people. For me, my city is my first love. I did everything in my power to try and protect it, but my efforts were in vain.”
Odysseus lowered his eyes.
“My wife, my Andromache—she longed for an end to that terrible war so that we could be happy together. But I told her … I told her that I might not come home—as surely you must have told your Penelope.”
“You—”
“And my son. All I wanted was for him to grow up to become a good prince—Lord of the City, as we called him.” His eyes filled with sorrow. “He was an infant, Odysseus. I understand that it was between you and him, but … he didn’t deserve that. He didn’t deserve to be slaughtered in such a dishonorable way. You were given a choice, Odysseus, you—” his voice caught in his throat. “You could have raised him; you could have given him the life I never could. But you didn’t. You chose the easy way out.”
“Easy?” Odysseus’s temper flared. “You think it was easy to hold your son over the walls of Troy, all while looking into his eyes and only seeing my own? You think it was easy to ride inside that horse into the city as the people celebrated, knowing that their joy would be short-lived? You think it was easy to watch the city burn as the people screamed for mercy, calling for their loved ones so they could breathe their last in each other’s arms? All while knowing full well that it was your fault this entire massacre occurred?” Tears were running down his cheeks now, staining his chiton. “None of this was easy, prince. It haunts my every step; occupies my every thought. I wish—how I wish I could have prevented this, but in the end, it was never up to me.”
“No,” Hector whispered. “But you could have tried.”
Odysseus’s heart ached. “I did,” he choked. “I really did.”
“There’s blood on your hands,” Hector said softly. “And there will be more. But whose blood—that remains up to you.”
With that, Hector’s figure disappeared, leaving Odysseus to fall to his knees and cry, each sob clenching his heart with guilt.
#*screaming into the void* THE PARELLELS BETWEEN THESE TWO#these actions haunt my days#fanfic#the odyssey#odyssey#odysseus#penelope#telemachus#hector#hector of troy#trojan war#andromache#astyanax#iliad#the iliad#epic#epic the musical#epic: the musical
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Handcuffed/Manacled
Fandom: Nightwing, Batman - All Media Types
Rating: M
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Tags: Self-Sacrificing Dick Grayson, Hurt Dick Grayson, Hurt Tim Drake, Tim Drake Whump, Dick Grayson Whump, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Blood and Injury, Dick Grayson-centric, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hopeful Ending, Hostage Situations, Near Death Experiences, Protective Tim Drake
Ao3
Summary: What started as a quiet night quickly turned sour when Tim's comms cut off without warning.
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"I think I have a pimple on my chin, and I'm about to get violent about it."
Dick laughed, swinging under a fire-escape—it creaked, but he had swung under this particular fire-escape enough times to know it could hold his weight.
At the other end of the comms, Tim sounded bored. Well, he must be bored if breakouts, and not the fun jail kind, had suddenly become the topic of conversation.
"It'll get better when you're older," Dick replied, smirking to himself, his eyes scanning the regular shady alleyways of Blüdhaven as his grapple retracted, then shot off to the next practiced ledge with a jolt down his arm. It looked like it would be a quiet night tonight, not a crime worth punishing to be seen.
"I'm literally almost 20, N," Tim replied, deadpanned. "Also you can't talk. I'm pretty sure you've never had a pimple in your life."
"Not on my face, not really," Dick agreed. He could hear Tim's weight land heavily on puddled Gotham streets through the other end of the comm. Seemed like he, too, was having a slow night. "But bacne? Whoah-boy. Pretty sure I have one right below my left shoulder-blade, it's driving me nuts."
"You said it gets better when you're older."
"I'm still young."
Tim snorted. Despite the empty streets being the only one to see it, Dick grinned.
"You literally asked me what gyatt meant the other day."
"In my defense, I said I'm young, not that I'm twelve. Believe it or not, I'm also not terminally on TikTok."
Tim laughed, and Dick followed.
It wasn't often he could just hang out like this. Somebody was always busy, or somebody didn't have the social battery, or was getting over an argument, or was doing something with someone else, or there was a storm over Gotham and the connection didn't hold despite the constant fixes Barbara made to the system, bless her. Honestly, when he contacted Tim, the response "yeah I'm free" was a very pleasant surprise, especially after he'd just gotten a "not tonight" from Cassandra a few minutes before.
"So, how's it going on your end?" Dick asked. He let the swing of his grapple slow as the ground came up. He took a few running steps, carefully bending his knees, coming to a stop on solid ground as the grapple fully retracted into his escrima stick. He attached the useful weapon on his back next to its pair.
Tim sighed. "Is it bad I'm almost hoping someone's getting mugged with every empty alleyway I check?"
"Probably," Dick responded lightly, "but also, same."
"Of course I don't want anyone getting hurt, you know? But like, maybe just a little bit of threatening? Some yelling? Some asshole with too much ego needing to be knocked down a peg? I'm itching to kick someone in the face and I don't think that's something people should itch to do."
"Trust me," Dick responded, "I think I'd rather hear gimme all your money than you won the lottery right now."
Hindsight had Dick wishing he had some wood to knock on.
Tim started to ramble about how the most interesting thing he'd seen that night was a cat messing with a rat outside a doughnut shop, and Dick was strolling the quiet streets, a city away, a thirty minute drive at midnight, listening with a smile. It could have continued like this the rest of the night, and he would have been content. He would have said goodbye to Tim, stumbled into his apartment, did some stretches, ate a toaster strudel, then gone to bed happy. Bored, but happy. Glad no one needed saving, Nightwing wasn't a factor in life or death, he could rest, knowing the quiet nights were rare and precious.
Tim cut off in the middle of his ramblings, and tonight wasn't rare or precious.
"Red Robin?"
"I heard something. Just a sec."
He was whispering, voice tight, Dick could almost imagine the narrowed eyes behind white domino lenses.
Warm pressure washed over him, the physical feeling of a happy moment turning stale, starting at his ears, settling threateningly in his stomach.
Nearly a minute passed, Dick had to remind himself to breathe during it.
"Huh," Tim said, finally, voice shaken a little. "I could have sworn I-"
Static.
Dick was on the emergency channels before his heartbeat could finish its first stutter.
"Oracle," Dick said, "I've lost contact with Red Robin."
-o0o-
And that was how the nightmare started.
The last time he sped this quickly across the distance spreading between Blüdhaven and Gotham—often times too small, at times like this, too long—was when Damian had fainted at school. Nothing serious, apparently he had forgotten to eat and it was a hot day.
This was serious. Bab's was able to report Tim's vitals spiking, then slowing into unconsciousness mere seconds before any signal between Tim and the family cut off.
Every bat in the city scrambled. A fine oiled machine, like students practicing drills for school invaders; a machine that shouldn't have to be this oiled.
Dick took the west, ignoring how his ankles ached and his back ached and his jaw ached. Fingers creaked, ribs squeezed, stomach clenched. The sun would rise soon. Maybe a citizen or two would wake up for work and see a bat out and be baffled by it for a moment, then wonder if it's a sort of bunker down and call out kind of day.
He followed Tim's footsteps, checking alleyways, passing the doughnut shop with a rat corpse in the gutter, looking up at the pipes and gargoyles that had scratches from grappling hooks, some fresh, some very not.
The sun rose. It hung in the sky. It set.
Nothing.
He needed to eat. Everyone needed to eat. Damian was the only one resembling someone who could stand on their own two feet and it wasn't from a lack of caring but more from a responsible butler forcing the kid to go to school. Damian wasn't happy about that, the family had to move to a different channel while Damian argued over the comms for a solid 30 minutes.
Dick kept returning to the alleyway Tim's last location had pinged from, like if he looked again, Tim would be there that time. He was exhausted, to put it plainly. He was tired to the core, from the lack of sleep, and from once again, fearing for the life of a younger sibling. His eyes desperately wanted to close, but he knew that if he stopped looking even for a second, he'd see Jason's grave, feel Damian's blood, hear the silence coming from Stephanie's empty chair.
Not Tim. Not Tim too. Not Tim again.
Can't the universe let him catch a break? Or, at least, let it be him instead?
A grim thought. He had to keep looking.
There wasn't any sign of a struggle. No Red Robin branded weapons stuck in the brick walls, no dented dumpsters, not a single speck of blood. It was like Tim was kidnapped by the fabric of reality itself; glitched and removed, plucked out of thin air.
The irony and deja vu wasn't lost on him.
He sighed to himself, searching around the alleyway, poking at the same clueless details until maybe his fingers would leave indents in concrete.
Something blinked. Faint. Red. Rolled under a dumpster, near unnoticeable.
Dick noticed it. His blood ran cold.
He could hear Alfred get on the comms, demanding everyone return home for dinner before they do Tim no good by letting exhaustion win, but he ignored it for a second as he crept to the dumpster, reaching his hand under to pull out a small device no larger than the tip of his pointer finger.
Tim's comm.
He'd checked under the dumpster before. Several times. This wasn't there before.
It had to have been returned here. Purposely.
It was blinking like it was connected to something, which was impossible because Oracle said the signal was completely disconnected, and only she could connect it back to the family again.
He took out his own comm, wiped off alleyway water from Tim's, then replaced it in his ear.
"Is anyone there?" Dick asked, not knowing if he wanted an answer.
A second passed, he felt like he'd throw up.
A shaking voice responded. "N, go to these coordinates. Come alone, or he's going to kill me."
-o0o-
Dick went alone. He was instructed to keep on the earpiece, and that the kidnapper would know if he muted to warn the others.
The coordinates lead him to no special location at all. A thirty minute walk from where Tim had initially disappeared, a nook under the freeway where flood water could drain.
Not a soul awaited him there.
A blue backpack, abandoned—no, purposely placed—awaited him there.
Nothing was good about this. Tim had sounded weak and frightened to his trained ears, brave to anyone else. Dick felt like getting stabbed would hurt less than this.
He didn't care. He didn't know what else to do.
Tim had long since stopped responding to Dick after giving the initial instructions—the comm was mostly for the kidnapper to keep Dick under control—but he didn't need instructions to know that whatever happened next involved that blue bag.
He stepped up to it, hands long past the point of shaking that they're deathly stable as he unzipped it.
A device about the size of a pen greeted him. Thin, sleek, nothing special besides the tip being a very threatening button the size of a push pin.
"Gloves off," Tim whispered. "I- Nightwing- don't do it- I'm-" he cut off with a shout. The line went silent.
Dick didn't hesitate to take his gloves off and press the button.
Two things happened. The first was quicker, while the second was more physical.
The earpiece shorted out, and anything powered on Dick's body—his removed comm, his tracker, the sensors to his vitals, even the batteries to his escrima sticks—went completely dead.
He had just a millisecond to process that before nausea washed over with a prick to his thumb.
His vision swam, and he collapsed, black consuming him before he hit the ground.
-o0o-
"Just my luck," A modulated voice said exactly as Dick found himself waking up enough to comprehend words being said to him, "I've always wanted to meet Nightwing."
His arms were behind his back, wrists locked with tight bands of cuffed metal. Gravity told him he was sitting up, spine slumped against a wall, but sharp tugs in his hair told him that a hand clutched the strands, holding his neck up. He knew before he opened his eyes that the face of the speaker would greet him.
Or well, the helmeted face. Close enough.
Dick glared through the grogginess of fading unknown drugs. His face felt numb, tongue heavy, but the movement at least assured him that there was still pressure over his eyes.
The attacker regarded him back, faceless, unmoving, as if waiting for Dick to make the first move.
Dick didn't have a lot of options in terms of first moves.
So he took the moment to get a better grasp of the situation. He had a lot of practice with this kind of situation, it didn't take long to assess himself, the villain of the week, and the surrounding room.
He, himself, was fine. A little woozy from whatever drug was shot into his system, but it was fading with only slight lingering feelings of nausea, numbness, and weakness to the extremities. His hands were pressed between his back and the wall, his shoulder blades touching the faded wallpaper, making it clear his weapons had been removed. Other places that held weapons and tools were suspiciously light.
The person in front of him had a large, muscular build, in-between the range of Jason to Slade. Tall, closer to seven feet than six, combat boots, armored fabric suit, a gun strapped to a thigh the size of a basketball. The suit was nondescript, black, with the occasional gray accent, the armored fabric mixing with armored plates where organs are concerned. The helmet was nothing more than a glorified biker-helmet that wanted to look sci-fi.
All signs pointed to human and male, though meta wasn't ruled out yet. All Dick knew for sure was that this wasn't a run of the mill criminal; maybe something closer to a bounty hunter, or assassin, or some disgruntled asshole with a vendetta and actual knowledge of how to carry that vendetta out. Truly, the Slade vibes were strong with this one.
Dick couldn't see any other weapons on the attackers body, but granted, he was sitting on his ass against a withering wallpapered wall, head held up by a fist of hair, a helmeted figure crouched down staring back.
Behind the figure, however, was where Dick's eyes settled. The room was small, a hundred square feet give or take, comprised of cement floor, walls water-rotted and peeling, a door chipped and unkept. Between Dick and the door, however, was a collapsed body, dressed in familiar colors, cape tattered and clothes twisted.
Tim.
He laid curled on his side, hair waterfalling over an exhausted face. His arms were wrenched behind his back, no doubt restrained. What made Dick's gut squirm was the trail of blood dripping down an obviously broken nose, over Tim's tight lips, down his cheeks, puddled on the ground.
Fresh.
Dick's face must have done something with that observation, because his captor chuckled and turned their visor at Tim. "Poor boy needed come company."
Even modulated, the extra words allowed Dick to pinpoint the accent as American, West Coast. Not necessarily useful information, but hey, accents sometimes identified.
Dick tore his eyes away from Tim and clenched his fists tight enough the cuffs dug into his tendons.
"What do you want, you bastard."
An amused huff. "Nothing you can give me. I have you right where I need you."
"Why here? Why us?"
"The boy happened to be the first one I saw. You happened to be the first one to find my next trap. This isn't personal, bat."
Frustration pooled. "If you think this will get you Batman, or-"
The man laughed, letting go of Dick's hair and standing up. "Batman isn't my goal. I just need you here."
This can't be good. A villain wanting to get at Batman is one thing, a villain not caring about Batman is another.
Why capture them if not to interrogate them?
The man stepped away from Dick, and Dick felt his whole body tense as he stopped above Tim's prone form. Tim swallowed, then glared up at their captor.
Then their captor, with no warning, lifted a leg and nailed Tim in the stomach.
Tim choked off a breathless scream, and Dick found himself on his feet in the next moment. His vision, however, jolted, and his legs twisted around each other, tripping him up and having him crumple disgracefully to the hard floor with an irritated growl. Damn side effects of damn drugs.
Their captor chuckled, amused, and stepped over to Dick while Tim coughed for breath. A large hand wrapped around Dick's bicep then dragged him back to the other side of the room. Instead of just leaving him there, however, his hands were pushed down to the floor and the chain between his cuffs were locked onto something solid and unmoving. Some sort of bolt.
"Don't worry, it'll be over soon," The man said, stepping away from Dick, sounding full of himself and confident. The prick. "Play nice, and you both will get out of this alive."
Then, he left, stepping over Tim and leaving out the door, a lock sounding in his wake.
"Red," Dick called, the moment they were alone. "Hey, look at me."
Tim, his expression more out of it than what Dick's seen in years, turned his face toward Dick. "N... 'm sorry."
What had that monster done to Tim?
"No sorry," Dick said, forcing his voice to remain calm as he ran another scan along Tim's body. Nothing visibly violent greeted him back, nothing but the broken nose. Perhaps everything else was hidden under his suit, and perhaps the cocktail of a weak immune system, drugs, and captivity, didn't mix well. "I'm here now. Talk to me, what happened before I got here?"
Tim took a deep breath, stealing his expression and shifting slightly. "I- not much. He kicked me around a bit, only took me out of the room once to use the bathroom—blindfolded. Then he told me to... tell you to find his trap."
"Nothing about his goals? No questions or anything?"
Tim shook his head, then winced, spitting some blood from his lips. "Nothing explicitly said. I... think he has a partner outside, and I think we're just distractions."
"For what?"
Tim shrugged with the shoulder he wasn't laying on, looking frustrated and tired. At least the more he talked, the more awake he started to look. "It's a good plan if we are just distractions. When was the last time you slept?"
Ouch.
"I don't think anyone's slept," Dick responded softly, feeling like an idiot for being so predictable. If a distraction was the goal, then them both being captured will run the whole family down to the bones, cause them to lock up inwards and assume another will be next, focus in on the areas they disappeared from.
It could leave any number of targets around Gotham completely ignored.
"At least," Tim continued, "I think he's not going to kill us when they get what they want."
No, helmets and voice modulators and blindfolded bathroom trips didn't usually predict a homicidal villain.
"And if they don't get what they want?"
A beat of silence. "When I tried to convince you to not come... he broke my nose. No hesitation."
Great.
"Alright. We either hope they get what they want and let us go..." Dick looked around the walls, a single camera blinked back, no microphone. He lowered his voice. "Or we escape."
"How?" Tim asked, his voice going unimpressed, hinting that the boy had already been trying that.
Dick slowly sat up, angling his body so it didn't look too obvious he was hiding his hands from the camera. He wrapped his fingers around his anchor to the floor, the bolt wobbled a bit.
"Bolt's loose. I'll get my hands free, then I'll get us both out of here."
Tim relaxed a bit, relief a visible wave. "Sorry, but I'm glad you're here."
"It's okay," Dick responded, throwing a reassuring smile. "I'm glad too."
He'd rather be here with Tim than back outside, not knowing.
At least here, he had a chance to protect Tim.
-o0o-
The kidnapper, which Tim and Dick had worked together to nickname "Visor", returned about two hours later. Dick couldn't help but tense when the door opened while Tim gave a hard glare from where he had worked himself up into a seated position.
"The bats are widening their search a little too close to where I don't want them," Visor said as he walked in. "I need some incentive to drive them away."
Tim stiffened, his eyes traveling over to something Visor held, previously hidden from vision but now fully in view.
Dick stiffened too.
One of his escrima sticks was held in the enemy's hand, and the reason why wasn't hard to guess.
It wouldn't be hard to lure someone away from somewhere you didn't want them to be if you plant something elsewhere that would catch attention.
"You really think Batman would fall for something as obvious as that?" Dick asked, putting bravado into his voice and succeeding in catching Visor's full attention. "He's probably already figured out that this whole kidnapping thing is a distraction, planting something like that is just going to make it obvious that there's somewhere you don't want him to be."
He wished he could see Visor's face as the large man blankly observed him for a moment, it made it all the more unnerving when Visor broke into a low chuckle. "This is what I admire about you, Nightwing," he said, a smile in his voice, bringing his hands in front of his chest and running his fingers over the stolen weapon. "And what I was most looking forward to when I found it was you who fell for my second trap."
Cold fear settled in his belly. "What?"
"Your martyrism."
Then he turned and hit Tim across the jaw with Dick's escrima, causing the younger hero to fall onto the ground with a cut off shout, the blow coming as a surprise, the thud of his shoulder hitting the cement sounded like a distant roar of thunder to Dick's suddenly ringing ears.
"Hey- HEY!" Dick snarled, he couldn't help it, if Tim was shocked by the sudden violence, then Dick was caught in the whole lightning storm. He went to his knees, straining against the cuffs and the loose anchor. "I'm talking to you!"
Visor laughed, and it dug the pit deeper. "Now this is the cherry on top."
Dick had met plenty of sadists. He'd been held hostage by many of them. And yet, they usually took the bait, they usually ignored who Dick wanted them to ignore and went after him just to wipe his arrogance off his face. Sure, it cost him a straight nose, a scar here and there, a few weeks bedrest, but it was always worth it, because it meant he was the only one who got hurt. He did his job as the first Robin. As Nightwing. As the oldest brother.
But Visor had anticipated that, and instead of taking Dick's bait, he immediately found that the exact way to hurt both hostages the most was to keep Nightwing perfectly untouched.
He hit Tim again, but Tim didn't shout. He probably figured out Visor's goal was to make this hurt for Nightwing and had decided that keeping stony and quiet and brave would hurt Dick less. Tim had been through worse, after all. They all have. A beating with a glorified stick was nothing.
Somehow, it hurt more to see Tim glance at Dick, forgiveness and bravery and determination shining through those white lenses, than it would have been to hear him scream.
Dick wanted to scream.
He met Tim's eyes, and grinded his jaw shut.
By the time Visor had a satisfactory spray of blood across the escrima stick and left, humming to himself, Dick's wrists were slick and red beneath bands of silver, the anchor looser without him even intentionally trying.
And Tim laid still on the floor.
-o0o-
Hours passed again. Tim remained unconscious for most of it, even after Dick had tried and tried again to stir him with voice alone.
He watched Tim breathe, terrified one lungful would be the last, images of corpses and funerals flashing behind his eyelids every time he blinked.
He couldn't do this again. He couldn't endure another sibling's funeral. A part of him died with every one—there couldn't be much more of him left. Them coming back to life didn't revive those parts of him. Those parts haunted him in his nightmares, and if Tim... if Tim didn't survive this one... if Tim didn't survive because some fucker knew it would hurt more to watch... those parts would drag him under, and he knew he wouldn't try to swim back up.
He worked at the bolt holding him down. Visor wouldn't have another chance to hit Tim again. When he came back in the room, Dick was going to end this.
Near the end of the third hour, Tim stirred, groaning.
Dick quickly called for his attention, and Tim, bless him, did his best to respond.
"D..ik?"
His jaw was swollen. A tooth had been spat out a blow or two before the blow that knocked him out.
Dick didn't even care about identities right now.
"Hey, hey, you're okay. I'm gonna get us out of here."
Tim took a few deep breaths through his mouth, spitting blood onto the floor, not daring to move what must be an aching body.
"... kay..."
"Just hold on a little longer. You're being so brave. Just a little longer, I promise."
Tim, half conscious, in pain, put on something that must be intended to be a brave face, but it only broke Dick's heart more. Tim lost the fight with consciousness, and fell back into what couldn't be a painless slumber.
About an hour later, Visor returned.
The anchor wasn't loose enough to escape yet, and Dick had to swallow his panic.
Even with the helmet, Visor didn't look happy.
"How did they know," he growled, striding forward and grabbing Dick by the neck. "How did you tell them."
The pressure wasn't strong enough to choke, but it was just shy of becoming so. Dick should feel afraid of that, and yet, he only felt relief that in Visor's true anger, he walked straight past Tim.
"I told you," Dick hissed, the fingers oh so close to squeezing, he could feel it inside his throat. "You're an idiot to think they wouldn't catch on."
The replying sneer was audible, physical in a twitch of fingers. "That's where you're wrong, we planned for this. I have two hostages, you're my bargaining chip for a prisoner exchange."
Dick thinned his lips to keep from vocalizing that in the end, when it came to the Batfamily, prisoner exchanges never worked in the enemy's favor.
"I just have to show them I'm serious first," Visor continued, his voice lowering to an eerie promise, like rolling fog in ancient mountains. "I only need one hostage."
The words processed milliseconds too late, Visor had shoved Dick away and had walked back toward Tim, kneeling, hands reaching towards his younger brother's neck.
Something untamable tore out of Dick's throat, taking control over his body. His heart was a beast clawing at his ribcage, panic swallowing him whole. As Visor began to choke Tim, the boy too unconscious to give more than the body's sluggish, natural reaction, Dick began to pull at his chains, at the anchor, the pain in his wrists meaning nothing to the mere feet between him, and the monster killing his little brother.
"You fucking bastard," he roared, vocal chords straining with his wrists, his own shouting thousands of miles away, drowned out with the suffocating panic and the ringing in his ears. "Touch him and I'll kill you!"
Visor ignored him. Tim was twitching, eyes opening with pain and confusion, legs jolting and arms tugging at his own handcuffs.
Seconds passed. Seconds that engrained themselves into Dick's soul like an unwanted tattoo. Finally, as Tim's face turned red under the blood smeared on his cheeks, as his eyes began to flutter back shut, the anchor fell loose.
It was as easy as breathing to contort his body in a way that allowed his wrists to pass under his legs and in front of his body. He was running the next instant, crashing into Visor, bodies colliding in shouts and struggles, shoulders hitting the cement away from Tim.
Tim erupted into very painful coughs, and Dick... Dick couldn't bring the monster back in.
His fists wanted impact. His fingers wanted pressure. His skin wanted blood that belonged to the man below him.
Visor didn't make the bloodlust easy. He put his weight into struggling. There was a reason this man was able to capture not one, but two bats within their own city. He fought back like a demon fresh out of Hell, his own blows landing with promised swelled purple bruises across his jaw, shoulders, neck, stomach. At some point, he even managed to kick Dick off with a heavy boot, knocking Dick across the small room and slamming his back into the water rotted walls. He said something, something prideful and angry and arrogant, something that turned to static to Dick's angry ears.
He went to kick Dick in the stomach before Dick could get back up, but while Visor fought like a demon out of Hell, Dick had an older devil inside of him, one that's been caged for much, much longer.
Dick will make him wish he went for the gun.
The pain meant nothing, it didn't slow him down as he scrambled to his feet and jumped onto the larger man, wrapping his legs around his torso and flipping him down onto the ground, back under Dick, at the perfect angle for Dick to bring his bound hands up and down over and over and over again until the helmet cracked, visor shattered, splinters going into bloodied hands below bloodied wrists controlled by a bloody hatred that, after this, he knew would haunt him.
Visor tried to fight back, and he tried until he couldn't. He tried until his helmet fell off and his face was exposed, cheekbones cut, nose cracked, jaw loose, eyes terrified and half-lidded and losing focus.
Dick didn't stop.
He wanted Visor dead.
He didn't stop until a body crashed into his own, arms large and strong wrapping around his waist and tearing him from Visor and pinning him down to the ground, heavy hands on his shoulder blades, pinning his bound hands between the cement and his heaving stomach. Dick struggled, brain screaming at the sudden change.
"Get Red out of here, B!" A voice shouted above him, "I got him!"
The voice was familiar. Through blurred eyes, the form that stooped down to Tim was familiar too.
Batman undid Tim's restraints and carefully lifted the limp body into his hands, eyes barely casting a second torn glance back at Dick, who was completely pinned under Jason's weight, before leaving the room.
Dick breathed. He breathed like he'd been deprived of air for hours on end, windpipe bursting open, the edges fading.
His brain caught up with him. Jason had positioned himself perfectly, almost purposely, to obscure Dick's view to Visor. He didn't release Dick, and Dick knew why.
Jason understood this anger. This fury. This rage that took everything that made you you and replaced it with something you wouldn't recognize in the mirror. He kept Dick pinned, not speaking, not accusing, not comforting, just there until Duke and Cass arrived to drag Visor out of the room, eyes very carefully avoiding Dick like if they looked, everything they thought they knew about him would be destroyed and replaced with something unstomachable.
When they left, Jason jumped off like Dick was on fire, and Dick scrambled away like he was acid.
Silence filtered between the two of them. Jason stood near the door, as if afraid Dick would bolt, but in all honesty, Dick didn't have even a fraction of the energy to do something like that, even if the anger hadn't suddenly been replaced with exhaustion and self-hatred.
"Was he breathing?"
"Tim? Or Zeek?"
Zeek. That was his name? Of course they figured that out too.
"Tim first."
"Yeah, B has him back at the cave. Alfred's got him stable."
Dick swallowed. How long had he been here? How long had Jason been here making sure Dick didn't murder someone?
"Zeek is also alive, GPD has him handcuffed to a gurney on the way to the hospital."
Dick brought his knees to his chin... and he could only bring himself to nod.
Jason approached a second later and finally got the cuffs unlocked around Dick's shredded wrists. As he bandaged them, talked to him about getting him back to the cave... Dick felt nothing.
-o0o-
"Hey."
"... Hey."
"You weren't answering your phone, so," Tim shrugged, looking all too comfortable and normal standing in the entrance doorway of Dick's apartment.
"Tim, I'm..." Dick had his hand behind his neck, wrists achy. He regretted opening the door, he thought it was the landlord or something. "You look good."
Makeup covered the bruises on his neck, that much was obvious, and Tim wore a high collar hoodie. Everything else looked about as healed as Dick's wrists.
"Yeah," Tim smiled, pushing his way inside. "A few weeks of Alfred-enforced-bedrest can do that. Finally escaped."
"Tim, now really isn't a good time," Dick said as Tim took off his shoes and raided the freezer.
"Knew you'd have some," he said victoriously, ignoring Dick and pulling out a tub of ice cream. "You always have a stash. What are you feeling? I'm feeling a Lord of the Rings marathon."
Dick sighed, and closed the door. "I don't have the extended."
"That's alright," Tim pulled two bowls out of Dick's cupboards and set the tub of ice cream on the counter to thaw. "I brought them."
"Tim, what is this?"
"I think you know," Tim said lightly. "Bruce keeps saying that space is what you need, but I think ice cream will help quicker."
"I'm fine. It's you I'm worried about."
"Liar. Well, that first bit is a lie."
"I'm dealing."
"With me, and ice cream, and Lord of the Rings."
Dick, defeated, sank into the sofa and grabbed the remote. "You're impossible."
"No, I just know you. You blame yourself for me getting hurt, and you blame yourself for not getting us out of there. I also know you want to wallow in your guilt for as long as you can, and you know the second I tell you I don't blame you, it's not your fault, you're human and you're a victim too, yes I know you still blame yourself so I'll forgive you for you, etcetera etcetera you won't be able to wallow in the guilt. Hence, the ignored phone-calls. Hence, ice cream. Lord of the Rings."
Dick sighed. "You can say that, but I still feel awful, Timbers."
"That's okay," Tim said, joining Dick on the sofa, handing him a bowl of ice cream, and pulling out the first DVD of Lord of the Rings, the extended version. "I'm here until you don't anymore. Keep in mind, I'm also feeling Pirates of the Caribbean."
That wormed a smile. It almost felt traitorously real. "And Star Wars?"
Tim stood up and went to the DVD player, opening the case.
"Star Trek too if you want."
"Thank you, Tim. And I'm sorry."
"I don't blame you, and believe it or not, it wasn't your fault."
He slid the disk in, and sat down next to Dick, leaning on Dick's shoulder with a content sigh, pulling his own ice-cream bowl up to his chin.
Dick couldn't help it. He melted, allowing Tim to get comfortable, allowing himself to get comfortable.
It felt vile to allow any kind of comfort, but Tim was right, they've had this rodeo before, and with quiet conversations during the quiet scenes, he wasn't surprised he felt a little better by the time they put in The Return of the King.
Not all the way. That would probably take a few more marathons, and maybe a hug, another bowl of ice-cream.
And for a whole night and most of the morning, the guilt went forgotten, and he knew it would be okay. He would be okay.
Because Tim was beside him. Breathing, alive, softly snoring as sunlight filtered through the window.
And that wasn't changing, not any time soon.
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I’ll Protect You (Male)
Franken Stein X Male!Reader
Word Count: 1702
Requested By: Anon
Request: Ok this is for soul eater and if you want to do this with any of the characters I don't mine I mainly just want professor Stein. But the soul eater peeps x a reader who's just careless about themselves in battle or just in general but will literally just throw themselves in front of an attack aimed at someone else?
Female ver.
You and Stein had started dating after he came back to the Death Meister Academy to teach, you were one of the only people in the faculty that weren’t scared off by his threat to dissect you and for that fact alone you were one of the only people that he made the time for. You guys were rarely seen apart and when you were at the school and that was when he first noticed the behaviour, it never really bothered him at first since it was just you putting yourself between students or catching things for them however the first time that it could have resulted in real harm for you he decided that he needed to squash the habit.
The first time that he saw it was when Maka was sent after the demon soul, you followed after her, you were a weapon with no meister but that didn’t mean that you were helpless, you jumped into action when you heard soul cry out in pain, you jumped into action “Maka move!” You ordered as you kicked the kid away from them “get out of here!”
“But-”
“But nothing, you need to go now! Soul is hurt, this is way above the level of a student, and the only way that this ends well is if you go now!” You ordered turning your arm into a blade and blocking the incoming attack, you gritted your teeth and pushed them away. “Trust me I’ll be fine, when you guys are safe I’ll disengage.”
“Okay.” Maka finally agreed, turning and running out of the church.
“So you going to tell me your name, kid?” You asked.
“My name?” The kid asked, stopping for a second. He seemed surprised that you cared but you nodded nonetheless. “My name’s Crona.”
“And your sword?” You asked.
“What’s it to ya?” The sword asked.
“His name is Ragnarok.” Crona answered.
“Nice to meet you both, I’m (Y/N).” You introduced yourself “and I wish that we had met under different circumstances.” You moved forward knocking the young meister off of his feet, he hit the ground hard, his frail body bouncing before he recovered. He moved fast, swinging the sword again, this time forcing you to block and holding you there, a fist emerging from the sword to punch you in the stomach.
“We have to kill him quickly so we can get that girl's soul.” Ragnarok ordered.
“You think you can just kill me?” You asked. “You think that’s going to work?”
“You're no challenge man.” Ragnarok sneered as he opened his mouth, the sound that followed brought you to your knees, your hands placed over your ears, you felt blood roll down the side of your face but you still moved yourself between them and the door stopping them from leaving to go after Maka and Soul.
“Why won’t you move!” Crona complained as stopped in front of you.
“It doesn’t matter just kill him!” Ragnarok ordered as he opened his mouth again this time when the screech left his lips you coughed up a generous amount of blood, you were vaguely aware of Crona lifted the sword above your head and closed your eyes knowing that there was no way that you were going to be able to beat a ability as powerful as this one but even as you stood expecting your own death you worried for the people that you left behind, you worried that Maka didn’t have enough time to get away, you worried that Soul wouldn’t ever become a Death Scythe, you worried that Spirit would never see his daughter again, you worried that Stein would blame himself and you prayed that none of those things came true.
The sound of the door imploding was loud by you ear as Crona was kicked away from you, your eyes moved to the person who had saved you in time to see Stein and Spirit, the first from there was pretty easy, they faced no trouble getting rid of the demon sword and the witch that came to retrieve him. Spirit then rushed off to help Maka and Soul who they had passed on the way to you. Stein walked over to you as you attempted to stand however you didn’t get very far before you were falling forward. “What were you thinking?” Stein asked as he easily lifted you carrying you to safety as well.
“I have no meister to die for so why not die for the kids that I’ve spent so long nurturing?” You breathed out.
“Alright enough talking, rest for now.” He muttered seeing that talking was causing you pain, he would address your view on the situation at a later date.
When he got back to the school he had to leave you in the care of the medical staff there while he went into surgery to save Soul but even by the time that he was out you were still unconscious so he took the time to check you over without your attempts to hide all of the worst wounds. He noted the large bruise that spread just under your sternum and across the skin, he was sure that if he did an x-ray he’d find that the costal cartilage underneath was damaged but there was nothing that he could do for that apart from pain management so instead he focused on your ears, he knew that you could hear when he picked you up but now that everything had settled it was possible that your hearing would have been damaged during the fight, lastly he needed to check all of your organs and the only way that he could do that was with an ultrasound. “How is he?” Spirit asked as he walked into the room after Stein had finished checking you over.
“The severity of his wounds will only show when he wakes up, for now all I know is that there’s damage to the cartilage in his chest, his hearing could be damaged and there is a small amount of internal bleeding that seems to have stopped. There is nothing more that I can do for him.” He answered. “he said that he was happy to die there.”
“That doesn’t surprise me, he’s dedicated himself to those kids, they gave him purpose.” Spirit explained. “You probably don’t remember him from back in school but he never connected with any meister back then, he even told me that he’d never be worth anything as a weapon.”
“I never noticed him back then.” Stein admitted, maybe you were right to think that way that you did now, after all everyone that proved you wrong had failed, the only people that saw you for what you were worth were Lord Death and the kids that he had put you in charge of.
“Maka’s mum did, she was the first person to offer him a friend, he was devastated when she died, but he promised to look after Maka, he’s the reason that Maka has Soul, he’s always been good at choosing partners.”
“He has a talent.” Stein agreed as he leaned over to grab the pain relief, drawing up a dose and putting it in the IV line.
“One that he doesn’t realise that he has.” Spirit said softly. “He’ll never realise how special he really is.”
“We’ll see about that.” Stein said softly, Spirit left him after that but for the next couple of hours, he was questioned by every one of your students, in groups or on their own making sure that you’d be okay.
When you opened your eyes you recognised the infirmary at the school, you had been there enough times, you also registered the nauseous feeling in your stomach, you groaned. “Don’t move too much.” The order was soft but there was authority in it, you turned your head to see where it came from and found Stein sitting in his wheely chair “how are you feeling?”
“Like I’m going to throw up.” You answered.
“That’s probably the pain medication.” He said softly as he stood to grab something else, he injected it into the line before sitting back down.
“What was that?” You asked.
“Something to help with the nausea.” He answered as he sat down rolling the chair closer “there are some things that I have to test now that you are awake, are you okay with that?” He asked.
“Mmhm.” You hummed.
“Tell me when it hurts.” He said softly applying gentle pressure across the area of the bruise until you sucked in a breath.
“Your injuries are all minor in most cases but you will still need an adequate amount of time to heal.” He explained.
“How long?” You asked
“12 weeks.” He answered and you looked at him and nodded.
“You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.” You said softly.
“Where else would I want to be?” He asked, you shrugged but you could think of a million places better than sitting at the side of a weak meisterless weapon.
“With someone worth your time.” You answered “I’ll be okay on my own, I always have been.” You heard his chair moved closer before he took your hand.
“I’m not going anywhere, I’m your doctor and more importantly your boyfriend I have no intention of leaving you.” He promised.
“There must be someone better for you.” You mumbled.
“I don’t want anyone better.” He said “I want you. I know the world hasn’t been kind to you and I failed you before but I promise you this time I’ll succeed no matter what it takes, I’ll protect you and I’ll love you. You don’t have to trust me now.” He pressed a kiss to the hand that he was holding.
“I trust you.” You said softly.
“I figured that you might say that.” He smiled, he stood guiding you to lay down gently “get some rest I’ll be back once I’ve sorted some things.”
“Okay.” You mumbled. Stein smiled down at you as he watched you fall asleep, he didn’t understand how you still had it in you to trust him so readily but he wasn’t going to mess it up.
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Do you want another Winter Soldier? N.R
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: R is stuck in a freezer during a mission and Natasha tries to free her before it is too late
Natasha POV
Steve, Y/N and I were assigned to clear a Hydra base that was located in Germany. Steve had already briefed us on the plan when we reached. We were supposed to clear the base and look for any information. Steve rushed in first, leaving Y/n and I behind to look for any information.
“Keep in contact.” Steve spoke through the comms as he continued forward.
“Got it.” Both of us spoke at the same time.
“Don’t you think it’s getting colder here?” Y/N spoke through the comms as she’s in another room.
“No…” Just then, I hear the shutters rolled shut and banging on the door. Nothing visibly changed in my room and my mind immediately went to Y/N. “Y/N! Are you okay?” I rushed to the room she was in and it was locked.
“Nat! I can’t get out!” She screamed.
“I’ll rescue you. I’ll find another way.” I shot the locks but it still didn’t budge. Steve came running after hearing about the situation. Even with his vibranium shield he was only able to make a dent. “We have to find another way in.”
“The blueprint didn’t show it. We have to wait for Tony to get here.”
“Are you crazy! By the time Tony gets here she’s going to freeze to death! Or do you want another winter soldier?” I shouted at Steve.
“I know you want to save her but you have to calm down.”
“You can calm down while I find ways to save my girlfriend.” I pushed him aside and started looking for vents and such.
Your POV
It was getting colder and colder. I tried looking for escape routes but my eyes couldn’t focus. I was shivering even though I am trying to warm myself up by breathing into my hands and rubbing my arms. I should have read the plans more carefully and I wouldn’t have landed in this position. Soon, I can even see my breath each time I breathe.
“Nat…” I sat at the corner. I stopped shivering at this point.
“Stay awake. I’m coming to find you.”
“I hope…”
“No. You’re going to stay awake.”
“When I wake up… you’ll be the first one I see…”
Natasha POV
“Y/N! Y/N!” She didn’t reply anymore. Shit! Do I really have to wait for Tony to arrive? I went to the floor above to look for any weak spots but it was concrete all around. Even using the grenades I had with me had no impact. I tried using the bombs lying around but it only made the wall crack without any significant traces. I screamed in frustration as I ran back to Steve who didn’t have any improvement as well.
“Are you telling me we really have to wait for Tony to arrive?” I ran my hand through my hair. “Can’t you ask him to come faster?”
“He’s already on the way here.”
“He needs to be here now! Not later. She’s already unconscious inside.” I punched Steve's chest feeling so useless that I can’t save my girlfriend. Suddenly, the sound of the quinjet came from outside, and the both of us went to look.
“Step back! I’m going to send a blast through.” I could hear Tony’s voice through the microphone.
“Wait! What if you hit her accidentally?” Too late, a beam went through the building and I pushed the thought aside and immediately went to look for her. I dropped to my knees as I saw her flopped on her side. Her body drained of any colour. I brought her closer to me and it felt like I was hugging an ice cube. My worst fear came true, she has hypothermia.
Bruce came along with Tony after hearing what happened and was waiting in the quinjet. He told me to continue hugging her to transfer body heat as first aid as he can only do more back in the lab. This is not how I wish to be hugging my girlfriend.
Once we landed, she got wheeled off to the emergency room. Even so, there’s nothing much Bruce can do other than giving her warm IV fluids and blood rewarming to bring her core body temperature up.
“We can only wait. If after six hours and her condition doesn’t improve then we’ll have to try something else.” Bruce explained before letting us in.
I looked at all the wires connected to her lifeless body lying in bed and my heart wrenched. The team gave me an empathic look before leaving. “Six hours. You have six hours to come back to me, do you understand?” I picked up her hands and held it close. I kept looking at her for any signs of improvement but she laid there like a stone. Teams came in and out to try and talk to her but nothing happened.
“Why? Why wasn’t it me instead…” Not one moment did I leave her out of my sight just in case she wakes up when I leave. I held her hand, not letting go to let her know I’m right beside her.
“Come on… it’s almost six hours already. You’ve slept enough… please…” I was begging at this point. The situation was getting dire since she’s not waking up.
“Did I hear you say please?” I stood up and looked at her, taking in the sight that she has her eyes opened. “What? Seen a ghost?”
I lightly hit her arm “You scared me! You have no idea how worried I was.” She started tearing up. “What’s wrong?”
She started crying even more. “I- I was also scared… I thought I wouldn’t see you anymore…” She said through her sobbing.
I pulled her into a hug and rubbed her back “Sorry, I’m sorry, I’m here now. You’re okay.”
“Nat.” I pulled away and looked at her and followed her gaze to see that the team has come in. “Hi guys.”
“Glad to see you’re okay.” Steve said.
“I just need to go through once over and you should be able to leave.” Bruce started touching some of the equipment. After the rest gave their regards, they left Bruce and Y/N with me.
“You can have a warm bath and rest.” Bruce said before leaving us alone.
“Let’s go.” I picked Y/N up in bridal style and she wrapped her arms around my neck as I brought her to our room. I prepared the bath for her as she sat at the counter with her head resting on the wall. “Why do you keep staring at me?” I asked.
“I need to make up for the six hours I missed.”
“Just let me know if it’s too hot or cold, okay?”
>time skip after bath<
After she’s done, I wrapped a towel around her and helped her change before drying her hair. Even with her messy hair, she looks so adorable. “Are you okay?” I asked her as I saw her with her eyes closed.
She hummed and snuggled into my stomach. “Nothing is better than your warmth.” I set the towel aside and picked her up to bed.
“You can rest. And when you wake up, I’ll be the first one you see.”
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All Your Fault | Platonic!Robbie Mercer
SUMMARY: You couldn't save Robbie -you're best friend- from death. And because of that you'll have to live with your own mistakes. However when the killer returns 11 years later they torment you with the guilt that you failed Robbie, can you survive the final act.
PAIRINGS: Platonic!Robbie Mercer x Platonic!Reader
CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, Ghostface killer, no spolers for Scream VI, Scream 2022, Reader is a survivor of the 2011 attacks by Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker, language, mentions of gore, blood, violence, knife violence, murder, mentions of y/n, mentions of anxiety and trauma, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of she/her pronouns (only mentioned once)
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am a hard core lover of Scream, but when I got this idea I knew it had to be a one shot. Anyway I hope you enjoy this! Feel free to put in a request for something. I did change a little bit of the ending because I wanted to add in my own plot to it rather than just writing out the rest of the movie.
WORD COUNT: 5.2K Words
The nightmares were always consuming your sleep. Never allowing you to get the rest you so desperately wanted. Though sleeping just hadn't been your friend since Jill Roberts and Charlie Walker went on a murder spree together, filming every kill. One that included the death of your best friend Robbie Mercer, and your almost death as well. Coming back to Woodsboro after graduating from college didn't help either.
You still kept in touch with Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, and Dewey Riley. Though you often visited him when you needed to talk about your nightmares, and the waking nightmares you had as well. When the killings started again, Sam Carpenter and her boyfriend Richie Kirsch came to ask for your help. You only agreed to help if they went to Dewey's who you knew for sure could help a lot more than you could.
When Dewey was killed in the hospital you blame yourself, you knew you should've stayed with him but he made sure that you stayed with the others. Losing Dewey, the only person who really understood your nightmares, then it happened again. You started seeing Robbie again. You ended up telling Gale and Sidney about what Dewey did for you, the years after you came back from college. Well, that's what you were getting ready to tell them anyway.
Sidney and Gale were staring at you, your knee was bouncing a mile a minute as you tried to gather the right words. The two exchanged a look with each other, and soon placed their full attention back on you.
"Y/N, it's okay, you can tell us." Sidney's voice was calming as she talked to you. Your eyes landed on her as she waited for you to talk.
"After I came back to Woodsboro, I hit rock bottom, like really badly. I was seeing Robbie's body in my sleep and while I was awake. Not to mention I kept seeing Charlie run at me with the knife after he had stabbed Kirby. The nightmares wouldn't go away, nothing would go away, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, the only thing I could do to ease the pain was drink and get high and that's what I did. Dewey found me one night, and I told him everything as I was throwing up what I couldn't keep down. After that he helped get back on track, and I was doing good, and than Tara Carpenter got attacked I started seeing Robbie again."
You looked away from them, and true to the statement Robbie was sitting across from the three of you, he had a bloody smile on his face as he waved to you.
"Hi, Y/N." He said, as blood fell down his lips.
You closed your eyes wishing he would leave you alone. But you knew deep down part of the reason why you were still seeing him even now was because you were still blaming yourself for his death, if you hadn't run away from him when he was attacked by the killer and hid for your survival maybe Robbie would still be here. If you had just stayed there and done something you could've saved him.
"Can you see him right now?" Sidney asked you.
You looked back to Sidney and Gale. "Yes, he's sitting across from us, waving at me." You didn't bother looking back at Robbie, because your attention was on them.
"You have to know that Robbie's death wasn't your fault. You were trying to save your life that night. And you did, you were able to survive." Sidney's words were kind, and just by the look she had on her face you knew she meant it.
"Does it ever get easier?" You questioned, in a quiet voice.
Gale and Sidney exchanged a glance with each other. "No, it doesn't, but it does get better eventually." Gale said with a soft smile. When the talk was finally over Sidney and Gale started to talk with each other. Your knee was still bouncing up and down on the carpeted floor as the three of you waited for Sam to come back down. Eventually she did, her sister was with her and Sam's boyfriend was also with them.
Sidney stood up and walked away from you and Gale. The two of you stayed at the couch watching Sidney talk to them. Since you had met Richie something had seemed off since you had met him. You knew of Sam and Tara, though you had never actually met either of them. You were a senior when Jill and Charlie killed your friends, which put Sam in 9th grade at the time of the attacks. You had seen her around but never really talked to her until she showed back up.
You and Gale stood up from the chairs and walked out of the hospital following Sidney and Sam who were still talking to each other. But it seemed like the conversation was going to be coming to an end soon.
"What do you want from me, lady?" Sam questioned turning back towards Sidney.
"Hey!" You and Gale called out to her. Sidney looked back at the two of you.
"Watch your tone, new girl." Gale added on. You two came to a stop next to Sidney, your eyes on Sam as she switched eye contact between you and Gale. "You know how they always say it goes back to the original? Here's the original."
"I want your help." Sidney said, looking back at Sam. "Because you're wrong, this is your life now. Which means whoever this is will keep coming for you."
"So?"
"So I want you to help us kill him."
"You want me to help you, the host of a morning show, and Y/N to commit murder?" You smirked at the question Sam had asked. It probably wasn't the best idea but this had to stop here and now before anymore damage could be done. Maybe just maybe it would help you to find more peace after Robbie's death.
"Correct."
"Yeah." You only gave a nod. You had now only gone through this twice, and so far you had lost a lot. You were feeling the pool, but deep down you knew it had to stop tonight, you had to get justice for Dewey.
"And I'm what in this scenario? The bait? The helpless " Sam questioned you three.
"If the shoe fits..." Gale trailed off.
"You're not helpless, Sam. He killed your friend, he killed ours." Sidney paused looking over at you. "He took away the only person Y/N trusted enough to talk about the past she had gone through. And I have kids, which means I won't sleep until he's in the ground."
"Look, I'm sorry about what this has done to your lives. But no matter what you or the killer or anyone says, this isn't my story." You watched as Richie pulled up behind Sam honking the car horn.
"All right. Let's get the fuck out of town, huh?" You rolled your eyes at Richie.
"Sorry. That's my boyfriend, Richie." You ignored Richie as he tried to talk to you and the others. Sidney walked up to the car, you watched her closely seeing her place a tracker on the car. A smirk fell to your lips but you were quick to drop it.
"Sam--"
"No. We're leaving. That's the only way I can protect Tara." Sam turned around and climbed into the car.
"Okay, good luck."
"You too." Gale looked back at Sidney as Richie pulled the car away from the hospital.
"Well, that went fucking horribly."
"Don't worry, I have a plan. She seems really tough."
"Honestly, Sid, who gives a shit? You said it yourself, he's gonna go after her."
"I put a tracker on her car."
"You did what?"
"I saw that, it's a good idea." You said, while Gale looked at you for a moment.
"It seemed like something Gale Weathers would do." Sidney started to walk towards her car and you followed behind her.
"Take that as a compliment."
When you were in the back of the car you looked to the seat next to you, Robbie was there, his head leaning against the window as he stared at you.
"I know I'm just someone you're seeing and I'll probably be gone before the sun's up but I need you to know this." Robbie said.
"Know what?" You whispered quietly, still keeping your eyes on Robbie. Sidney and Gale looked back at you for a moment.
"I don't blame you for my death, which means you need to stop blaming yourself for my death too."
"I left you alone to die, Robbie. The killer opened the door and stabbed you first, he got me but I still had enough power to run away and I left you behind to protect myself."
"You were scared. Someone was killing us off one by one and you reacted the way you were supposed to."
"I was going to save Kirby, but then it was too late. Charlie was already running towards me, he stabbed me before I even had a chance to react."
"But you survived, and that's what matters."
"They stopped." Sidney said, prompting you to look away from Robbie and lean towards the front.
"Gas station?" Gale asked.
"No. I-- Oh, shit." Sidney breathed out.
"What?" You and Gale questioned, wanting to know what she was seeing on her phone.Sidney showed the phone to both Gale and you. Though you had no idea where the location was.
"Oh, shit. How far are we?"
"Too far. Damn it." Sidney placed her phone up to her ear as the car went through.
"Can someone tell me who's house that is?" You asked, still clearly confused.
"You need to get out of that house right now." Sidney said the second the other end picked up. "You're in Stu Macher's house, where your dad and Stu killed everyone. Someone planned to get you there. You need to get the fuck out, Sam!"
"Oh, fuck." You mumbled, leaning back in your seat.
"Well, this might be a long night for everyone." Robbie remarked. All while you rolled your eyes. Gale pulled the car up to Stu Macher's house, where the original murders had taken place. You climbed out of the car and shut the door. When you looked around you noticed that Robbie wasn't anywhere to be seen anymore. You and Gale waited at the front of the car while Sidney walked to the trunk and grabbed the two guns that she had.
Sidney came back to the front handing one over to Gale. Screams could be heard from inside the house. You looked towards the door, suddenly feeling a pit of fear. The last time you had come in contact with a ghostface killer it had been at a house party at Kirby's house, and that night you had lost most of your friends. You and Kirby had really been the only survivors as Jill later died at the hospital.
"Sounds about right." Gale mentioned.
"I really don't like this." You whispered.
"You can stay in the car if you want." Sidney said, turning to glance at you.
"Nope. Not gonna happen. We're gonna stop this fucking killer tonight."
Sidney gave a nod and looked over at Gale. "You ready?"
Gale faced you and Sidney. "For this? Never."
"Here we go." The three of you started walking along the path that led towards the front door. You stayed behind Sidney and Gale because you didn't have any type of weapon to defend yourself with, you made a note to find something when you made it inside. Suddenly the door opened and Amber, as you remembered her, walked out limping and screaming.
"Well, someone's a little over dramatic." Robbie said, appearing next to you. It was like he was reading your mind, maybe that's why he had appeared again. Maybe he was helping you and the others determine who the killers were.
"Help me, help me! He stabbed me!" She screamed out. Sidney looked at Gale and glanced back at you.
"What do you think?" Sidney asked you and Gale.
"Trap."
"For sure." You whispered.
"Fuck it." She stood up and pulled the gun out shooting Gale right in the stomach. You reacted by covering your head with your hands as Gale tumbled to the ground and Sidney shot at Amber causing her to flee back into the house and shut the door. You and Sidney looked over at the woman who had landed on the grass.
"Gale! Gale! Wait. Let me see." Sidney kneeled down and you followed her. Blood was seeping out of the gun shot wound. "You got to go to the hospital."
"No. You said we were gonna finish this. Go finish it, Sidney." Gale looked over at you. "And you go with her, help Sidney."
"Gale."
"For Dewey." Those words hit you like a train, and suddenly you felt the wait of everything and why you were here.
"Sid, we have to go in there." You said, a shaky breath following behind your words. Sidney held onto her gun and stood up staring at the murder house. You stood up and followed behind Sidney, the two of you stepping into the house. Sidney closed the door while you looked around for a weapon to use. Sidney took the lead heading towards the first room and scouting it out for any killers.
You slowly followed behind her, meanwhile Robbie stood at the top of the steps staring down at you two. Sidney moved towards the kitchen and nodded her head at you. You ran into the kitchen and found a kitchen knife that you hopefully wouldn't have to use tonight. Then you turned around and followed behind the older woman.
"Anyone hiding, killer or not, you have five seconds to show yourself!" Sidney shouted loud enough for any occupants in the house to make themselves known. She came to a stop in front of a closet and shot at the door, then walked forward and kicked open the door and saw that no one was hiding in there. Sidney moved to the next entry and looked but saw nothing. A thud came from upstairs and you now knew why Robbie was at the top of the stairs. He was helping you too.
"I saw Robbie on the steps at the top when we came in, I think he's trying to lead us to the killers."
"He would know, I guess."
"Well, he is dead." You regretted the sentence as soon as it came out of your mouth but it was true. Robbie only knew who the killers were because he was dead. The two of you started to walk towards the stairs where Sidney's phone started buzzing. So you could hear it. She placed her phone on speaker, but lowered the volume.
"Hello, Sidney!" Ghostface's voice ripped through your ears.
"Hello there. Where'd you go?" Sidney asked, the two of you walking further up the steps. You looked behind you to make sure nothing was following you. But you took notice of Robbie by some doors.
"Oh, this isn't Amber. I'm the other one."
"Fuck." You mumbled, eyes on Sidney.
"Oh. there's two of you. Again. I've seen this movie before."
"Not this movie, Sidney."
"You really need some new material." Sidney moved ahead of you and turned towards the door. Once you were past it she shot at the door. You turned on the steps you were on seeing two doors.
"I got you here, didn't I? And I got Y/N here too."
Sidney walked up the steps with you. "You might actually be the most derivative one of all. I mean, Christ, the same house?" Sidney turned towards the first door and shot at it.
"Maybe so. But you forgot the first rule of surviving a Stab movie. Never answer the--"
"I'm bored."
"Wait!" Before Ghostface could get a say in it, you watched Sidney end the phone call. Sidney made a final shot into the door and you and her heard screaming from inside. The bullet had made an impact with another person. Sidney walked away from you and opened the door pointing her gun at Richie.
"Put your hands up! Show me your hands!"
"What the fuck?!"
"What are you doing in there?"
"Hiding from murderers." Richie answered with his hands raised.
"I told you to come out!"
"I'm not gonna come out! You're shooting everything!"
"With good reason, you idiot." You said, arguing with Richie whom you still didn't trust. Suddenly the killer came out from the door you were next to, the door swung into you and you felt the blade of a knife slide down your arm. Falling backwards down the steps, the knife if your hands fell to the floor. You groaned in pain as Sidney tried to fight off the killer.
"Come on, you gotta get up. Sidney needs your help."
You felt the tears brimming in your eyes. "What-what if I fail her like I failed you? What if I can't save anyone?" Your question was a serious one. Before your question could be answered, you watched Sidney and Ghostface fall over the railing. "Sidney!" You shouted.
You rolled onto your non injured side and tried to pick yourself up, but the pain in your other arm was too much. Soon you felt arms around your waist helping you from the ground, you looked to see Richie helping you up. You were quick to push his hands away from you. The two of you moved down the steps. Richie held onto the railing while you slid down the side of the wall holding onto your right arm even though it wasn't stopping any of the blood.
"Richie! Y/N! Gun. Get the gun." Sidney ordered you and Richie.
"Yeah, kind of hard since you shot me in the leg." Richie remarked.
"That was your fault, dude." You said, while he briefly glared back at you. In that moment you could see it, the look he had in his eyes. It was the same look you had seen in Charlie's eyes when he had stabbed you with the knife he had used on Kirby. You felt yourself lose grip of your footing and tumble down the rest of the steps passing Richie by. Another groan escaped your mouth and this time your hand went to your head when you felt something wet falling down it. Pulling your hand back you looked to see blood.
You turned yourself slightly watching Sam run back into the room and grab a hold of the gun, aiming it right at the Ghostface on the floor near Sidney. Richie made it down the last few steps with excitement, something could easily be overlooked. You knew Richie was for sure the other killer.
"Yes! Yes!" Richie shouted.
"Shoot him!" Sidney said.
"Do it, Sam." You said, in a hushed voice but you knew she heard you. Richie looked down at you with a knowing smirk, he knew you knew that he was the other killer. So he didn't hide the knife he had from you. "Sam!" You called out hoping it was enough warning.
"Thank God you're okay." Richie said, turning the knife around. You watched him slam the knife into Sam's stomach, causing her to groan at the sudden intrusion of the knife. "Cause I really, really wanted to be the one to kill you." He took the gun from her and aimed it at Sidney.
"No!" You mumbled trying to move, the blood from the knife wound on your arm wasn't helping any and the fact that you were losing blood from hitting your head on the way down didn't help either.
"Sit the fuck down, Prescott!" Richie shouted as he looked at her.
"You asshole." You said, eyes on Richie. He turned the blade some more causing Sam to scream in pain. Amber ripped the ghostface mask off and stood from the ground. She reached forward and grabbed the gun from Richie who handed it over. She moved back over to Sidney and yanked her hair holding the gun at her face. You saw an inhaler get tossed towards you, holding onto your arm you turned slightly to get a better look at Sam and Richie.
"I know. It's a bummer, it's me." He pulled out the voice changer device and held it in front of his lips as it was turned on. "But it really was the best choice for the movie." He said, laughing shortly after.
"This isn't a fucking movie." Sam argued.
"No. But it will be."
"You're fucking crazy, dude." You said, through gritted teeth.
Richie ignored you. "That's the point, right, Amber?"
"Right, hon!" Amber said. "Third act bloodbath, check. Killers revealed, check. Time for the big finale!"
You could hear Richie chuckle, while you were still attempting to move around. Amber would look at you here and there and point the gun at you. Which would in turn prompt you to stop moving.
"You gotta get up, come on!" Robbie said, right next to you. You looked over when you heard Sam groan, the knife had been pulled out of her.
"Let's get them into the kitchen. Let's go bitch!" Amber pushed Sidney away from you and Sam. Meanwhile Richie pulled you up from the ground, grabbing a hold of your right arm and causing you to wince in pain. He pushed you forward and held onto Sam.
"Someone has to save the franchise. You see, no one has made a great Stab movie since the first one." Richie pushed both you and Sam forward, Sam caught herself on the counter while you turned around and stared at the two. Amber was jumping up and down in excitement. "Not really. Hey, baby, you want to go get the very ex-Mrs. Riley?"
"Yeah, I do." Amber walked away, and Sidney took her chance to try and grab a knife.
"Hey, hey!" Richie said, holding the knife out her but keeping the gun pointed towards Sam and you. Neither of you were doing so good, you were starting to pale from the blood loss. "Whoa... whoa." You closed your eyes.
"You need to hang on." You could hear Robbie speaking to you but you just couldn't bring yourself to open your eyes.
"Sidney Prescott. You know... I'm a really big fan." Richie told her.
"Go fuck yourself."
"You see the last Stab movie?"
"Not really a fan of scary movies."
"That checks out. Anyway, it sucked balls. Because nobody takes the true fans seriously. Not really. They just laugh at us, and why? Because we love something? We're just a fucking joke to them? How can fandom be toxic? It's above love! They don't fucking understand that these movies are important to people."
"Richie..."
"We're gonna help them!"
"You are fucking insane, to do this just for a fucking movie." You said, opening your eyes and looking at Richie. He walked away from Sidney moving towards you.
"How about you fucking shut up. Tell me, what was it like when Charlie stabbed your best friend, when killed him in front of you."
"Fuck you, asshole." You were fighting the tears.
"If I remember correctly Robbie died like a bitch. And his death was all your fault."
Without saying another word you felt the blade puncture your stomach, your mouth opened up into a small 'O' shape as you looked down at the blade. Sidney and Sam gasped, Richie pulled the blade out and you collapsed to the ground holding onto your stomach. He moved back in front of Sidney holding the blade up to her again while he pointed the gun back at Sam. Tears started falling down your face.
"He's wrong, my death wasn't your fault. I need you to believe that. You didn't leave me, I pushed you back so you could get to safety." You knew it was true, but for a long time you never wanted to believe it.
"Hollywood's totally fucking out of ideas, so we decided we'd give them some new source material to follow. You know, bring it back to the basics. Because that's how you make a great Stab movie, Sam. "Based on actual events."" Richie finished explaining. Gale was brought into the house and pushed down into a chair, groaning in pain.
"Gale." Sidney called out to her.
"Back up. Back up." Amber walked up to Sidney, briefly looking down at you a smirk on her lips. Gale turned slightly her eyes finding you, they lowered down and saw the wound on your stomach, then she looked over to your arm seeing the cut from your shoulder down to your elbow, followed by the blood that was falling down your head slowly.
"I'm okay." You whispered to her.
"You did all this just to make me the hero of your fucked-up movie?" Sam questioned Richie.
"Sweetie, you're not the hero. You're the villain. The daughter of Billy Loomis who sees fucked-up visions of her dead dad?" You looked at her, shock crossing your face at the mention. Even though it was her dad she was seeing, it was nice to know she wasn't alone in seeing dead people. "Sidney Prescott killed your father. You... did all this just to get her back to Woodsboro."
"You know what the biggest problem with the Stab movies is? There's no Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. No bad guy to keep coming back. But the illegitimate daughter of the original mastermind?" Amber scoffed, moving closer to Sidney with the knife. "Now that's a fucking villain."
"How did you know?" Sam questioned the two.
"About your father? I mean it's a small town, and your mom's a drunk! I met Richie on the Stab subreddit. I've been obsessed ever since my parents bought this house. We realized pretty quickly we had similar ideas."
"Wasn't that hard for me to find you in Modesto. It wasn't that hard for me to fuck you, either. But I guess being a sexually available woman is supposed to be empowering these days."
"Fuck you!"
Riche leaned forward slightly. "Well, now you're just quoting the original." He and Amber both chuckled.
"But it wouldn't work with just you, Sam. See, we had to bring the legacy characters back to make it matter. Can't have a bona fide Halloween without Jamie Lee!"
"Nope!"
"Dewey had to die to make it real." You looked at her with a burning passion at the mention of Dewey. "To show that this wasn't just some bullshit, cash-in, run-of-the-mill sequel. Because our movie has fucking stakes! Cause anyone can die in a requel." Amber looked away, giving Sidney a chance to run for the knife on the counter. However Amber shoved her knife into Sidney.
"Sid!" You and Gale cried out. Sidney fell to the ground, you moved yourself away from Sam trying to climb over to Sidney.
"Goddamn it. No, hey! Sit the fuck down." You looked at Richie as he kneeled down in front of Sidney.
"I'm so sorry, Sid. We can't let you live either. And as for Y/N, well, I'm sure she'll be happy to be reunited with Robbie."
"Is that why I'm here, so you can send me back to Robbie?" You muttered, looking through your hooded eyelids.
Richie looked at you with a daring smile. "You're only here because of Dewey, if you hadn't been with him when Sam and I showed up to talk to him well you'd probably be safe right now. But you were there and now we're here." Richie took a pause before getting back on track, his eyes right back on Sidney. "I mean, surviving this many times... that would just be ridiculous. This time the fans are gonna be the ones who win. That about cover it?"
"Nailed it, baby."
"Get Tara out of the closet. We got to start staging the bodies!" Amber walked out of the room.
"Stay with me, Sid. Stay with me." You heard Gale softly speak to Sidney.
"You really should've listened to Dewey. He nailed it in one! Dude, look at the love interest! Are you fucking stupid? I even had you convinced it could be your sister."
"Um, she's not here." Amber hollered from a different room in the house. You looked to Sam who gave you a smirk.
"What the fuck do you mean, "She's not here"?" Richie asked for clarification.
"She's not here!"
"I untied her. Guess you're not as persuasive as you thought." Suddenly the phone rang prompting the man to jump. He looked over at the ringing phone. "That's for you."
"Yeah. Like your gimpy little sister's gonna make a difference. She's our fucking pincushion at this point. Amber! Fan out. She couldn't have gotten far."
"I can't find her!" You could hear noises coming from the other room which meant that Tara was doing her job.
"Amber?" Richie questioned, pulling his attention away from the others. Sam picked herself up from the ground and attacked Richie.
You fell to the floor looking up at the ceiling, hearing all the commotion that was happening. Gale and Sidney made sure to avoid hitting you with Amber when they had gotten a hold of her. You could hear her trying to protect herself, then more fighting was going on. You blinked trying to see what was happening. Sidney moved over to you and lifted you from the ground. You held onto her watching Gale shoot Amber.
She fell backwards towards the stove and caught on fire. The three of you looked at her as she collapsed to the ground, her screaming dying out. "Enjoy that torch." You rested your head on Sidney's shoulder while she walked you with her. The three of you made your way to Sam looking down at Richie who was now covered in stab wounds.
"Dick." You muttered, with a grunt. Sam let go of the knife in her hand letting it fall to the ground.
"Careful, they always come back." Sidney told her. You watched Sam take the gun from Gale's hand and shoot Richie twice in the body and then once in the head.
"Okay, then."
Screaming came from Amber, you and Sidney turned around. Half her skin was burned off, but she was coming towards Sam with a knife. A bullet went straight into her head before she could make contact with Sam. You all looked up to see Tara holding onto the gun.
"I still prefer The Babadook." Sam walked away from the three of you heading towards her sister and hugging her. Meanwhile Gale and Sidney gave you a side hug, both of them soon staring at you. You looked at Robbie watching him wave goodbye to you and disappearing.
"You okay?" Sidney questioned.
"I will be." You exhaled. In the aftermath of the killings you had been able to forgive yourself about what had happened with Robbie. As you sat on the gurney in the ambulance you knew that this would be a new beginning for you and you intended to treat it right this time.
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Part 4: The Anchor
Chapter 23
If last year’s Hunger Games was the longest, this year’s must set some sort of record for the shortest. Within two days nine are dead, and on the fourth day Johanna Mason emerges from her hiding place in the trees and begins hunting down the rest. No one predicted that move. She scored a three, and everyone wrote her off. I even heard a rumor that she cried all through her time in the Training Center. Then the next thing we knew she killed the last six tributes, who made a desperate alliance against her, in two minutes. She was in the arena for five and a half days.
Sitting in the Victor Center, we are all shocked. That’s it, that’s the end. In a few days we’ll all go home and not see each other again until next year, except for the ones who get invited to the Victory Tour party. Johanna’s not even in bad shape. She didn’t have time to start to starve, and nobody messed with her before she went on her killing spree, so she’s not really injured. This is crazy. Why couldn’t I have done that? Oh wait, I did not and never have looked helpless. I couldn’t have sold it. I had to win on confidence.
Next to me, Augustus mutters, “Wish I’d won that fast.”
“I wish you’d won that fast too,” Gloss whispers from behind us. “I was running out of sponsors.”
“I wonder if she had any sponsors.”
“No one I talked to was even considering her. You?”
Augustus shakes his head, glances to his other side. “Megary?”
“Nope. I’ll ask Carver though. He’ll know.”
Carver won the year after Finnick, using the exact opposite strategy as Johanna. Everyone knew he was the one to beat from the start, and no one could do it. He killed over half of the other tributes. I’m not scared of many of the other victors, but I am scared of him. He’s one who Beck says entered the arena the same person as he came out, which is concerning. No one should be able to kill that easily and feel no differently about it.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
The next night, we all dress up and go to the highlight show. I, along with the rest of the victors, am seated exactly where I looked last year when I didn’t want to look at the screen. I wonder if Johanna will do the same thing, or if she’s cold-blooded enough to watch her own victory.
I don’t find out, because when the cannon booms and the Hunger Games start, I drift back into my own terrible memories of those first ten minutes in the arena. I come around a long time later, Finnick silently holding my hand on one side. On the other, Porter Millicent Tripp is pointedly looking straight ahead, bringing no attention to me. The solidarity among victors never ceases to amaze me.
It is only another fifteen or so minutes before the highlight reel is over. The final shot is Johanna raising her axe to the sky in triumph as she falls to her knees. I may be biased, but I think mine looked better.
Then President Snow gives her a golden crown and presents her to the audience, and I am officially no longer the current victor. It is a surprising weight off my shoulders. In fact, I am almost happy when we arrive at President Snow’s mansion.
This party is almost fun, even in my instability. The focus is not on me, so it’s not likely anyone will notice if my mind decides to take a long walk down traumatizing memory lane. I still have a fair amount of well-wishers, fans who are glad that I’ve made a full recovery from my illness but were disappointed that I had to cancel my Victory Tour. I thank them all, then eat two enormous slices of prime rib and drink several glasses of champagne. Finnick raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
I dance with anyone who asks. Dad’s been giving me lessons again, so I am much more confident this year. Augustus has me for two songs in a row. We talk and laugh and I am already looking forward to seeing him again next year. When I tell him that at the end of the second song, he laughs and says, quietly, “That’s how they get you,” then passes me off to Finnick, who trades him Megary.
“I see you found some friends,” Finnick spins me around.
“I didn’t believe Beck when he told me it got easier, but I’m kind of attached to them.”
Finnick smiles. “I like those two. Megary may act tough, but she’s a softy. And Augustus is… well, he’s never had to lie about himself.”
“Are they…” I’m not sure how to phrase this nicely. We are, after all, in polite company. I can’t exactly use the word I would if I was talking to my fishing crew. “A thing?”
“Not according to anyone who would know.”
“What does that mean?”
He answers very quietly. “They both get the same deal I do. Same deal Cashmere and Gloss get. Same deal Johanna’s going to get. And they’re from different districts, so we can’t have that.”
I’m reminded of Megary’s words. “Why haven’t I had to…?”
“Same reason you’re not a mentor. You’re too risky. Imagine spending an obscene amount of money for the promise of a night with Megary, and then she spends it curled up in a ball, hearing voices. You’re not going to recommend the investment.”
“Oh. I didn’t know they knew.”
“Of course they know. Your stint in the med center here convinced them that they don’t want to risk it. At least not right now. And by the time you get better, since it’s been this long already, you might be old news and not worth the risk even if it’s much less of one.”
“Oh.”
We finish the song in silence, and I am rescued from my thoughts by Cassia Vickers, who appears next to us and begs Finnick for a dance.
“Only if you promise we can have a piece of cake after,” he smiles.
Cassia nods, and Finnick picks her up for a waltz.
I make my way toward the rim of couches, but I am intercepted by Gloss, who spins me across the dance floor.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better. Too bad you had to cancel the tour.”
“Yeah, you seem really beat up about it.”
He smiles. “Robbed of the annual party none of us ever look forward to? I’m still trying to emotionally recover.”
“Sure you are.”
“Well if you really feel guilty about it, I’m free after the party.”
“Sadly, we’re leaving tonight. Maybe next year.”
“Drew the short straw, huh?”
“Something like that. I think Finnick ran out of dates.”
Gloss laughs. “Glad to see you’re keeping him out of trouble. He needed a friend. Or, whatever you’re calling it.”
I give him a look.
“You don’t have to be a genius to notice what your fellow victors are up to. You just have to be careful when it all plays out.”
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
As the party winds down, I bid Augustus and Megary goodnight and goodbye until next year. Finnick and I take a car to the train station, where Mags, Beck, Cellin, and Manta are already getting on the train. We follow them into the main car. Cellin and Manta each take a whole bottle of alcohol and stagger into the next car. Finnick slumps over the dining table and is asleep before the train starts moving. Mags, Beck, and I pick over the food before moving to the couches.
Mags asks how the party was.
“Good enough. More fun when it’s not all about me.”
Beck nods. “And you’ve got friends you can look forward to seeing next year. That’s the only way to get through it with a smile.”
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Johanna’s Victory Tour is much more successful than mine. The people love her, but I don’t think it’s the same way they love Megary and Finnick and Augustus, or even the same way they love Gloss and me. It’s the kind of love that comes from total fear. Johanna is vicious and bitter, and she doesn’t hold back. Even her speeches are delivered venomously, but no one cares because they think it’s all part of her persona.
When she comes to Four, the six victors are invited to the banquet. And by invited, I mean sent clothes to wear. It isn’t an option. But Four is always good for a party, so I don’t imagine it will be too bad. When they seat me next to her, I’m more than a little concerned about a personality clash, but it turns out she isn’t too bad. I’ve never done anything to her, so she doesn’t hold anyone else’s actions against me. Very generous.
“Any advice for how to live with myself?” she asks over seafood stew.
I take a bite, thinking about it. “Tell your friends how much they mean to you.”
“Can’t,” she says nonchalantly. “Wasn’t that popular before I went in, and after I got out, everyone left was too afraid to associate with me.”
“Tell your parents you love them,” Finnick says from across the table.
“Dead.” She sounds like she doesn’t care.
“Drink,” Beck says from my other side. “If you don’t have anything else left, that’s the only way to sleep at night.”
Again, I can’t help but wonder what he’s been through.
“I’ll take that under consideration. What do you do for fun?” Johanna changes the subject like it is nothing, and with no change of careless tone.
Now I wonder what she’s been through.
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who: fletcher + max + leon
au: endure and survive
they were never going to get a moment of peace for very long, were they?
another stranger now lived under their watch, fletcher’s compassion and his own pension for helping those in need winning out over the masses. caleb wasn’t happy, but this time, leon promised this woman wouldn’t be staying. this time, he’d agreed they had enough mouths to feed and once she was well enough to be on her way, he’d give her enough to keep her going and wish her luck. it’s all she’d asked for, anyway. that much, leon would be willing to oblige.
but the more concerning thing bothering him now, was max.
not a single soul within their group had seen her for more than a few minutes here and there. she’d enter the cabin to warm her bones, eat her meal, then leave again. if she slept, it wasn’t with them, and every time leon tried to corner her, she’d slip away, looking paler every day and only god knew what the cold would be doing to her by now. he’d been certain once, on watch, that he’d seen smoke from a fire she’d made not too far off, but by the time he’d followed to find it, he’d found ashes and nothing more. she’d become the most elusive woman he’d ever met, and he’d expected to find her dead in the snow any day now, her stubbornness finishing her off.
that is, until he spotted her one evening while he stood watch over the cabin.
he had to give her credit on some level. the way she pushed herself and the absolute refusal to give in, and for so long too, was admirable as much as it was stupid. he could see her in the dim light, making her way for the suv instead of the cabin, clearly shivering with cold and yet, numbly walking like it didn’t bother her at all. it’s the most tired leon could say he’d seen her, and when she stumbles without the grace of catching herself, leon sees now that this might be the moment he’d been waiting for. a chance to corner the thief while she couldn’t run.
and he makes the smart decision to not call out to her at first, not wishing to give her reason to try to escape him again. instead he walks silently towards her, waiting until she snapped from her thoughts to acknowledge he’s there before he utters a word, which, worryingly enough, takes longer than he expects it to. he’s almost next to her when she looks up, pauses, and moves to turn back the way she came which, in the space it takes her to process his presence, gives leon enough time to close the gap between them and embrace her tight. “no, no more running, max. enough’s enough,” he tells her, standing still and unmoving even as she pushes against him. the fact she hasn’t dropped him on his ass yet says enough about how tired she is, more so than the way her pushes barely budge him at all. and to think she’d chosen to stay out here alone, lacking the fight in her to defend herself?
“let go, or i’ll — “
“what? you can hardly keep yourself up right.”
“i’m fine,” max mumbles, her voice lacking any bite, never mind a bark. “get off me.”
“max, this is bullshit and you know it,” leon sighs, looking down at the dark haired woman. up close like this, he can see the bags under her eyes, how whites of them were blood shot, making the blue stand out all the more. her lips are dry and chapped, a shade of cold to them that didn’t spell anything good in leon’s book. “we’re going inside.”
“non, i ain’t goin’,” she hisses, and again, leon finds himself admiring her efforts, useless as they are now.
“jesus fuck — why? what’s this in protest of?”
“ain’t your business, now get off.”
she really does try now, he finds. she raises her knee, aiming for the space between his legs, pushing him with all her might at the same time and perhaps on a day where she had her usual energy, it’d have worked in her favour. only, now in her current state, it’s far too sloppy, and leon manages to adjust accordingly, those arms around her gripping all the more tighter, his hands gripping her clothes. “max, you’ll die out here if you keep this up,” he snaps, ready to drag her indoors if he had to, until her answer brings him to pause.
“good.”
“good?” leon repeats, bewildered at the thought. “the hell do you mean, good?”
max shrugs, biting down on her lip. “can’t leave, can’t go anywhere, so... good. to hell wit’ it an’ to hell wit’ you all.”
“you don’t mean that,” leon murmurs, his brows furrowing. he stares at her as she nods, as she lets her arms fall to her sides and looks away from him. “max... this isn’t like you.”
“how do you know? ain’t like you know me.”
“isn’t like you let me get the chance to, is it?”
max shrugs then, keeping her gaze fixed on the suv. he doesn’t dare let up on his grip, however, and when the silence that falls between them becomes a touch too much, does he push to ask, “max... what happened in the woods?” and then, when she doesn’t answer, does he add, “let me help, for fuck sake. haven’t i earned that much?” leon tilts his head, tries his best to catch her eyes and when he sees the tears in them, he moves a hand to the side of her head. “c’mon, max. i got you, okay? talk to me.”
the last thing leon expects from her, is the way she breaks down. it starts off as a small exhale, like she’s about to finally speak and open up and let him in just enough to figure out why she’d choose the cold over the cabin, over everyone in it, even fletcher, and then suddenly, the tears are falling, and no matter how hard leon tries, he can’t catch them. he can’t wipe her cheeks fast enough, can’t hush and soothe her. the more she cries, the more she shakes, and by the time she’s even close to speaking again, leon has her up in his arms to keep her from falling into the snow.
and then suddenly, leon doesn’t know what’s worse.
the state she’s in, or what she says.
he’d suspected her history wasn’t exactly sunshine and daisies. not when she wielded a knife like a professional and moved on her feet so deftly. but to hear the hows, the whys, brings his blood to run as cold as the snow they stood in and, the longer he listens, the more he begins to wonder how the hell she’d lived this long at all. how she hadn’t lost her mind and called it quits a long time ago. how she could walk around smiling and cheerful, how she could still move forward like the weight of it all didn’t crush her. and yet, the longer she goes on, the more it makes sense. the more the pieces of caleb’s side of the story finally connected, the more her mood towards finn became clearer. even her relationship with fletcher had some light to it now, and more than that; why max threw herself in dangers way so easily. and what could he say to her confessions, really? what comfort could he bring when it hurt that much? how could he tell it would be okay, and that it’s all okay, and that those things didn’t have to mean anything any more? it’s all a thing of the past and she needn’t worry now, put it behind her and move on.
“i don’t want to be in there wit’ them, leon,” max sobs, holding onto him so tightly now that the arms around his neck constrict him. “i don’t want to be around caleb an’ i don’t want to see finn wit’ tali no more. i don’t want to see fletcher when all i’m doin’ is bringin’ him my worst an’ he deserves more than that. more than i can give him. i don’t want to be here, mais, if i leave, i break my promise to fletch. an’ i don’t want to do that eit’er.”
“but if you stay out here and let the cold kill you off, max, you’re breaking it anyway.”
“non, ain’t the same.”
“it is though, isn’t it? you’re still leaving him. and i don’t want you to go either.” leon tries to tilt his head to look at her, a small smile on his face. “who else is going to bully me and boss me around?”
“it’s different for you,” max tells him earnestly. “no one hesitated for you.”
“sure. but caleb didn’t hesitate for you, did he? and, to add to that, aiden didn’t hesitate to run with you. and, when i was about to blow your head off, fletcher didn’t hesitate to jump in front of you either. i know you think we don’t care about you, max, but we definitely do. the problem is, we just... don’t get it. and how can we? and lets face it, i dunno why you think caleb would. he’s about as dense as a clicker brain when it comes to anything that isn’t hit it or yell at it,” leon grins.
he gets a small smile out of her for that, and she nods. “mais... he shouldn’t be doin’ that.”
“well, he thinks he should. and i think he should. and i’m going to. and at this point, i’d put money on aiden throwing himself for you, too.”
“non, they can’t — “
“you can’t stop us from looking out for you, max. you look out for us, we look out for you, and whether or not you agree with it is a you problem and irrelevant to us. you’re part of the family now, my little chicken. and you’re going to have to accept that this is how a group dynamic works. you’re not in the guild any more, you’re not with those people, you’re with us. and we work differently. so now you’ve gotta adjust to that and accept it or so help me, i will make your life far harder than i already do.”
“i don’t want no one dyin’ ‘cause they were tryin’ to save me.”
“and if you let yourself freeze to death, max, they’re going to die anyway.”
at that, leon feels her stiffen in his arms as silence falls between them again. perhaps it’s a cruel thing to say, another weight to add to her shoulders. “... finn gets sick sometimes,” she then mutters quietly, almost a whisper, like she’s afraid someone else will hear. “no one else knows that.”
“he does?”
“oui... his body — i ain’t supposed to tell anyone, he wouldn’t want that — “
“i won’t say anything. not my secret to tell.”
“no one knows to keep an eye out for it an’ watch out for him,” she then says slowly, and leon snatches up that train of thought in an instant. it’s an awful thing, but hell, if it works...
“no, and if you’re gone, what then?”
“you know now.”
“i do. but i have aleks now, and augie. fletch, too. i can’t keep an eye on everyone, and if no one else knows... what then, max? if you’re gone, who else is gonna make sure the stubborn idiot doesn’t get himself into trouble? that’s two people now, isn’t it? fletcher and finn. both your boys.” he hums then, adjusting her in his arms a touch. “they’re not gonna make it very far without you, max. and you know what? i can’t do this shit without you either. neither can caleb. and tali? she adores you. you gotta have noticed her copying you with some things. and aiden’s gonna be lost without you. he’ll go feral. i can’t deal with that, max. ren’ll come for me and that’s not how i want to go.”from the crook of his neck, he hears a small giggle, and leon grins. “it’s not funny, you know. what if the last thing i see is ren leaning over me with a knife?”
“i reckon he’d try to smother you. make it real personal.”
“oh fuck no, i can’t do that, max.”
max giggles again, and after a beat or two of quiet again, says, “i don’t know what to do.”
“i do,” leon tells her, turning towards the happen.
“oui?”
“yep. first things first, i’m taking you indoors — “
“non — “
“yes. you can consider this an arrest. secondly, i’m getting fletcher and he’s going to get you loved up.”
“non, non, i don’t — “
“will you shut the fuck up? this is a good plan, so listen to it, ‘cause this is my favourite part. you ready? i’m gonna go fart on finn’s pillow — “
“leon — “
“i know, it’s a good bit, right?” leon chuckles, now taking steps towards the cabin. “after that... well, leave the rest to me.”
“jus’ leave me.”
“nah, i like you too much for that. and anyway, if i leave you out here, and they find out i left you, i’m a dead man. no matter which way this goes, at the end of it, i’m either gonna die by ren, or die by the others. and i’m too fuckin’ good to go out like that, max. this handsome face would be wasted.”
reaching the front door, leon fumbles to get it open, doing his best to keep max safe and secure in his arms while he fought with the handle. it swings open eventually, certainly so when leon gives it a good knock with his foot just to get it the rest of the way. he stamps his feet on the mat when he gets inside, and hears max sigh when the warmth hits her. he assumes it bites at her skin far more than it does him, considering how long she’d been out in the snow, and when he walks in the lounge, he quickly finds who he’s looking for.
fletcher sits with aleks, augie, finn and tali, a packet of cards dealt between them in what he assumes is a very intense game if the look on his brother’s face is anything to go by. it’s the kind of look that says he doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, but he does know he’s losing, and he also doesn’t know what to do about it. when they look up, leon waves his hand nears max’s leg and shakes his head mouthing ‘don’t’ before he shifts his gaze to fletcher as tali stands and looks to finn, panic on her face.
“need your expertise, kiddo.”
“is she — “ aleks begins to say, but leon shakes his head again, and aleks falls quiet, frowning at augie with worry.
“i’m gonna take her to bed,” leon then continues to fletcher. “can you grab somethin’ warm? oh, actually, tali, if you can grab a few things from her bag that are dry and give them to fletcher too — “
“i will, i will,” tali says quickly, dropping her cards all over the floor to run off.
“cool. yeah. so. i’ll take her to bed and, when i come back down, i’m gonna kick your asses and take you for all you’re worth,” leon grins. and then, without offering anything more that could even begin to resemble an explanation, leon walks off towards the stairs and the bedrooms, whistling as he walked, max hidden against his shoulder with a small smile.
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Unpredictable Sky | THOR
Summary: Unexpected events turn your night into an adventure when the God of Thunder makes an epic apparition in front of your eyes, finding him in need of help makes you forget about your problems for a while.
Pairing: Thor x Gn reader (they/ them pronouns)
Warnings// Substance abuse (Alcohol, other substances may be implied, not mentioned ). Wounded character. ( Blood, mentions of blood) Language? Suggestive if you squint.
Let me know if I missed anything
Word count: 6k and I cut so much lol
( I’m sorry, but I promise hope it’s worth it!!!)
AN: Apart from this, I’ll just say I’ve never been drunk (I think) Also this whole situation is really fun and cute so I hope you like it :) btw this is my first time publishing a fic ever!
Tags <3 @tonyee @dilfsarebetterthanyou @cristinatheloser
You braced your arms around your knees, trying to find some comfort in the night sky as you dried your tears with your sleeve, the cold grass felt refreshing against your bare feet, especially after running almost five blocks fearing someone was following you (the creeps at the club definitely seemed of that kind). You let out a soft sob before drying your face once again, you tried to calm down and enjoy the view in front of you, the flowers contrasted with the trees nearby, and the lake at the distance reflected the perfect midnight sky like you’ve never seen it before, stars were shining bright and the moon had enchanted your eyes.
It had been a rough night, you lost count of the drinks you had and other stuff you took, certainly not your best moment but you were proud that you got out of that place on your own, leaving your so-called friends behind, on the other hand, now that you were completely alone, you wished someone had come and saved you, saved you from your decisions, soon enough you realized no one would and no one could, apart from you.
You took a last glance at the sky, taking in every detail making sure you would remember it for many years to come, thinking that at least something good came out of that trip. With a groan you grabbed your shoes and stood up, ready to go back and find somewhere to stay, and hopefully avoid your friends. As you took your first step you felt the earth shake beneath you, along with a roar that resembled that of a thunder. Almost too scared to look you turned around slowly watching a thin layer of smoke starting to dissipate just some meters away from you, a mysterious figure emerged from it
“I didn’t mean to scare you” A deep voice traveled weakly through the dust.
“Wh-“ You cleared your throat before speaking again, wishing that would get rid of the fear as well “What did you mean to do, then?” you gave a step forward.
“Not fall?” The only thing you heard after that was a grunt and a loud thud.
You walked cautiously towards the figure, furrowing your eyebrows as you leaned down to have a better look, finding a blond man with his face pressed against the grass and his hand holding his side and resting not too far away from him laid his hammer, you recognized him easily after that, although he was wearing a different armor and he had shorter hair now. You didn’t think twice before helping him get up, you reached out to him using all of your strength, while he thanked you and apologized multiple times, it was surreal to see him rely only on your help.
“I’m sorry to ruin your evening” He grabbed onto your shoulder and tried his best not to fall again, he then opened his free hand and the hammer flew towards it.
“It was already ruined, don’t worry” You replied jokingly hoping he would relax a bit, after all, he was the one that just fell from the sky, he chuckled and held his hammer close to him, and the both of you began walking, your body reminded you that you were still tipsy, so you both looked like two idiots stumbling around, he was injured and you were drunk, the best combo. You managed to walk up to a tree and rested there. “What happened to you? Should I call someone? Who should I call?” you searched for your phone in your pocket and when you checked it, it was dead.
Either way, Thor shook his head at your suggestion, without a warning he took off his upper armor and you looked away, mainly out of respect but also not wanting to see his injury, you heard his breathing getting faster, the tearing of his cape and a few other sounds you would rather forget.
“I got into a little bit of trouble,” he sighed as he put his armor back on “but I think I’ll survive, I just needed you to rescue me” You huffed and turned around to face him again “All good now” Thor reassured you with a weak smile
“Are you sure?” you looked at him worried and wiped a bit of blood off your hands, your clothes have already been ruined either way.
“I’ll be fine, don’t need to worry, how about you?” He asked as he inspected what was left of his cape. “Because if you are cold I can offer you this, which was left untouched by blood and stuff” As he spoke he slowly realized what an odd suggestion that was, but you were immediately thankful for it, you were freezing and you had left your jacket back at your car.
“Thank you, that’s very kind of you” you wrapped the fabric around your shoulders and he looked at you as if he was waiting for an answer to his previous question, you wiped your eyes out of reflex and held onto the cape a little tighter. “I’m good. We should walk back to town, if you don’t feel too good when we get there, we’ll try to find a doctor, someone must know the anatomy of a God, right?” you nervously smiled, hoping there was.
“I don’t think so” you frowned “I mean we can try looking” He laughed shortly as the following made you smile again “And, you are right let’s go back to wherever you are staying- I mean, I’ll walk you there” He explained himself, but you were to out of it to assume he meant something else.
“Sure! I don’t exactly have a place to stay yet though” The both of you held onto one another as you zigzagged your way back to town, luckily without any accidents apart from stumbling and almost hitting fences or road signs that crossed your path. “There it is! the motel I was telling you about! Thank god we didn’t get lost” you said as you crossed the street, a blue neon sign shined just a couple of meters away.
“You're welcome” He answered with a silly grin on his face and you looked at him unamused.
“That was terrible” you said laughing and he looked down defeated and didn’t notice the pole he was about to hit.
You pulled his arm abruptly in an attempt to save him as if you guys weren’t close before, you started to feel conscious about it, he placed his hand on top of yours and you felt your cheeks burn.
“I already lost count of how many times you’ve saved me today” He let out the cutest giggle, and you felt your eyes turning into hearts. No, no, no, it’s the booze. Thor tried to fix his posture once he noticed he was leaning a little too much on you but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Don’t worry we just need to get to my car” You caught him struggling to keep his eyes open.
“So, how’s your car?” He asked out of the blue as you got closer to the club where you had left your friends, the music grew louder with every step you took.
“It’s white and it has some stickers on the back, not too big…One of the stickers it’s a thunderbolt!” You remembered raising your brows.
“Really?” Thor asked with a smile “We’ll just have to check every car for that sticker then!”
“Let’s hope I can recognize it before choosing that option” You teased and fixed the cape around your shoulders, taking another glance at him “We are close I think” you tried reassuring him, he nodded and passed a hand through his face.
“I’m good, I’m aaaall good”
“I’ll believe that” you giggled nervously and finally laid eyes on your car on the other side of the small parking lot. “That’s the one” you pointed at it so Thor could see it. Finally, a light of hope, your charger, your clothes, and most importantly your wallet were there. You looked down fearing that another strike of bad luck had hit you during your runaway and that you may have dropped your keys, you checked your pockets and sighed in relief when you felt them, everything was going according to plan.
“Who are those people around it?” Fuck.
“Damn it!” You pulled Thor once again, hiding behind a parked truck, he mouthed a silent ‘ouch’ and you gave him an apologetic look. “They are one of the reasons why I ended up out there where I found you” you peeked carefully watching how everyone was looking for you, Thor and you crouched the moment one of them turned around, covering your mouths to avoid laughing.
“You want me to scare them?” Thor asked playfully as if the whole situation had given him energy.
“No, no, I think,” you let your head fall back dramatically, “I think I should go talk with them and send them to hell, but you stay here” You brushed the hair out of your face gathering courage to walk up to them.
“Come on, I may be injured but I can still give them a good scare” He tried to convince you with a mischievous smile.
“I’m not letting you do that, it’s not worth it” You sighed “and you are looking rather adorable” Your eyes widened as you spoke without thinking. He looks at you slack-jawed, quickly breaking into a laugh.
“I’ve never been more disrespected” Thor faked being offended and then carefully peeked in direction of your car.
“Listen” you tried to focus again “I’ll go there, I’ll get my things and distract them while you wait here, if they see you they’ll probably ask you a million questions, like if you can spin your hammer and take pictures with them”
“They sound nice” Thor shifted in his place to look at you “What happened? What did they do to you?”
“It’s kind of what they didn’t do as well” you took a deep breath “Our designated driver got drunk and he was supposed to drive my car, so of course, I asked him to give me back my keys, everyone got mad at me saying that I was a killjoy and that I was being irresponsible because I was drunk too,” Thor looked confused and you continued “they probably thought I would drive around like crazy or something, we were all being idiots I’m not gonna lie. I sat alone at the bar and two guys came up to me, I immediately knew they didn’t have good intentions, they started being disgusting overall, I tried to call for my friends when I saw them and they straight up ignored me, if I was feeling bad before then I felt worst, the alcohol didn’t help and the weird guys surely didn’t care that I was uncomfortable, I somehow got out of there and took off running as fast as I could, not wanting to see the end of it”
“Why were you with them in the first place?” He asked genuinely curious but couldn’t hide the fact that the whole story made him upset.
“I met them quite recently, I just got a new job in a new city and I wanted to be easygoing for a change, I didn’t want to be alone, I thought they were good…” You were too embarrassed to admit all of this, you thought you were lucky for finding a group of people that accepted you so fast, and you didn’t want to burst your bubble with negative thoughts, but after all that had happened you wish you had.
Thor clenched his jaw, just the thought of you ending in a much worse situation only because your friends were being petty made his blood boil. He looked in direction of your car, watching your friends disgusted. As adorable as it was to see him scrunching his nose, you wanted to do something to distract him from it, you didn’t think it would bug him so much.
“How would you scare them if I had said yes?” you asked with a playful tone and his expression softened.
“Mm, I would make my eyes glow, a thunder here and there”
“That sounds cool” you teased him “not so scary”
“Well, do you want them to collapse?” A grin appeared on his face as he looked at you but it disappeared the second he turned to the front and noticed your friends were gone. “Wait where are-” he didn’t finish his sentence before grabbing your hand and your waist, pulling you to the side of the truck, after that, you heard sloppy steps behind you, you covered your mouth and grabbed onto his shoulder. He looked at you doubting if he made the right choice and you gave him a thumbs up, he had to gather all his willpower not to let out the noisiest laugh alerting everyone of your location, he still held onto you waiting for them to go away, you could feel his breath hitting your temple, the warmth of his body making the awkward position somewhat comfortable.
Thor softened his grip on your skin and guided you to the front as your friends got to the back, you couldn’t get a grasp of what they were saying but you were positive they were way drunker than you and figured they didn’t notice a thing.
The both of you saw how they were all heading back to the club, “Really?” Thor whispered in disbelief and you squeezed his hand.
“They’re probably very worried about me” You joked and Thor shook his head. “I guess it’s my fault for trusting them so easily, but I’m done feeling sorry for myself” you smiled at him and walked to your car.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. People are unpredictable, and not only on this planet,” Thor mentioned “but in a way, now I’m trusting you, how you trusted them,” You glanced at him, thinking the situations were completely different but you let him finish “I have a feeling I’m not going to regret meeting you even in the slightest” his words were genuine and you felt your throat burning. “if they were the ones that found me I would probably still be laying in the grass, and you should trust what I say, I’ve met a lot of people��� His words carried a lot of meaning. Yes, you had crossed paths with a selfish group but it didn’t mean everyone you’ll meet would be like that, even after all you went through, you were still willing to help someone you just met.
“Thank you, Thor” your voice was barely a whisper as you wrapped your arms around him, he hugged you back and gently stroked your back.
“You’re better off without them” He spoke softly “You’ll find better friends, like me for example” You pulled away from him with a grin.
“You think so?” You opened the door of your car and he stood in his place.
“Well yeah, what do you mean?” You laughed at his answer “Can’t I be your friend?”
“I didn’t mean to offend you” You said playfully while you changed into a more comfortable pair of shoes “But, here on earth you’re supposed to know your friend’s names”
Thor raised his finger and stopped midway quickly realizing your point. “I am so sorry” He walked up to you seeming flustered “I have no excuse for my behavior”
“You don’t” You laughed as you gathered your bag and two water bottles from the trunk.
He chuckled “But now that no one is around and I bet we are feeling a bit better, would you tell me your name, please?” you looked at him amused when his formal dialect came through.
You handed him one of the bottles “My name is y/n,” he accepted the water and carefully fixed his cape around your shoulders “Pleased to meet you”
“The pleasure is all mine” He winked at you and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “You have everything now?” You wondered how could he be so charming and caring at the same time, you blinked realizing you were staring at him, and thought of your answer.
“Oh yeah, are you ok to keep going though? Don’t you need some more time to rest?”
“Don’t worry, I can feel I’m already healing”
“Ok” you nodded as if that was a normal sentence, he offered you his arm. “Thanks, I mean” you took his arm “You still need my help?”
“Not really, but why change things now?” He shrugged and you weren’t about to argue with that, you smiled and made your way back to the motel, relieved to finally have a place to rest. The lady at the desk greeted you and you approached her, reaching for your wallet.
“We’ll take a room for two,” you gave her your card and your ID as you spoke, thinking it would be that easy “Uh, two singles” you tried to make yourself clear, and the lady gave you a troubled look.
“I’m afraid we don’t have anything like that available at the moment”
“Ow, are you sure? I didn’t exactly want to sleep in my car” Your voice fell on the last part, brushing away your facade of a responsible adult, without taking into account Thor’s cape.
“We do have something available” Her eyes widened and Thor intervened
“We can take two separate rooms if that makes you comfortable. I’ll repay you, I promise” He didn’t want to cause you any more problems and he was aware that that option would be the most reasonable, even if he wanted to spend more time with you he didn’t want to overstep.
“Sir, you’ll see” The lady turned to Thor this time “It’s a busy day for us, and although the only room I can offer you is very good” she grabbed the room key card and motioned the both of you to follow her to the suite. When you arrived she didn’t have to say anything else, you frowned thinking it had to be some kind of joke, either that or it was an elaborate dream that your mind had created.
Thor stepped inside the suite and you followed him mindlessly “It only has one bed” He stated the obvious and the lady let out a giggle, you wondered around and opened the door you hoped would lead to another room but it was just the bathroom. The suite had an elegant and cozy feeling to it, it had a small living area with two barrel chairs and a coffee table that pointed to the tv.
“I could maybe call around to other places for you and see if anything it’s available, but the closest one is thirty minutes away by car” The lady suggested after a moment of silence.
“Ok, why don’t you stay here? You need to rest and I’m already feeling better, you literally just came from a battle, I can go find somewhere else, I promise it’s fi-”
“What?” Thor said in a high-pitched voice that made you huff “I’m not doing that, if you go I’ll go, and we’ll find something else, no, actually you should stay here” The lady stood in silence enjoying the fun interchange between you two
“I don’t want to sound too blunt but, you both look quite…Tired” Thor fixed his hair as if that would brush away the fact that he was covered in blood and dirt, and you didn't even want to glance at your reflection in the mirror nearby. “How about you guys take a moment to rest here and I’ll call around to see if there’s anything available?” You clearly needed a break, you shared a look with Thor and you immediately thought it was enough adventures for the day.
“I think we’ll just take this room.” You said quietly, with a hint of doubt in your voice.
“Yeah” Thor agreed, nodding slowly
“Excellent!” The lady handed you the keycard eagerly “Let me know if you need anything, have a nice stay!” the both of you laughed when she left, she certainly had her fun witnessing the situation. You let yourself fall into one of the chairs and for a minute you thought you wouldn’t have the energy to get back up.
“I’m surprised she didn’t ask us more questions, given how we look” You turned to him and he instantly regretted his words “I mean I’m not saying that you look bad, I’m saying we are covered in blood!” You knew you were looking questionable, his expression of relief was precious the moment he heard you laugh.
“I have a feeling she has seen some stuff” You joked and he sat beside you “I’m sure this isn’t the end of the world, we’ll manage, right?” you looked at him hoping you were both on the same page.
“Of course not we’ll be fine”
“You’re lucky that I decided to be the mom friend” Thor stood in front of you, freshly out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, your eyes wandered to where his wound was before, there was barely any scratch now, only an amazing set of abs, you looked back to his face without being too obvious and he glanced at you with a playful smile.
“You are amazing” He winked at you, again. He closed the door again. You could tell you wouldn’t survive a third wink so he better not.
You paced around the room nervously while he changed, everything was just then dawning on you, you dried your hair as you looked over to the chair where you rested before, would it be that bad to sleep there? you figured it wouldn’t, but the moment you sat on the king-sized bed that thought seemed ridiculous, you laid down and curled into a ball enjoying the feeling of the soft covers against your skin, then you stretched as much as you could, knowing that even like that you wouldn’t reach the edge, your heart skipped a beat when you heard Thor calling your name. “Hm?” You hardly let out as you sat like a decent person, still out of your sight he spoke again.
“I’m turning off the lights” He mumbled childishly
“What?” You let out laughing “Why?” you heard the switch click and the only light left in the room was the one coming from the blue neon sign outside
“Now close your eyes”
“Are you still naked?” You asked half joking half serious. “Did you wear the clothes I gave you?”
“No!” He huffed “I mean yeah, I’m not naked” he took a deep breath, he was going through it.
“Is it that bad?” You asked cautiously and he let out a stifled laugh, your lips pursed up slightly at the sound.
“Listen,” he began as he slowly took a step into your field of view” I’m not criticizing your clothes at all, just so we are clear, I think the strawberries on the t-shirt look phenomenal” Your eyes widened when you saw him standing timid in front of you, the t-shirt hugged his figure tightly and the shorts were, a little too short. The fact that he seemed so much more confident when he was only wearing a towel was hilarious to you. He grabbed his cape and covered himself with it. “Perfect”
You giggled and patted the spot beside you “I’m sorry”
“How could you have known? Plus the material is very soft” He shook his head and sat beside you “I hope I’m looking better next time I see you” he tossed the cape around his neck as if it was a scarf.
“You look great, what do you mean?” You chuckled “Why don’t you get under the covers?” you played around with your hands and you felt his eyes on you.
“Are we going to share the bed? I was just thinking I could sleep on the chair” he shrugged
“Yeah, I thought I could sleep on the chair as well-“
“What? No, that’s ridiculous-” you interrupted each other.
“Either of us sleeping on the chair would be ridiculous” You stated raising your eyebrows.
“You’re right” He sighed with a smile “Are you sure?”
“I am” You insisted, Thor laid down and you copied him
“This is really nice” He turned to face you resting his head on his arm “Didn’t realize how tired I was, this is comfortable” he closed his eyes “I could fall asleep at any second” he muttered with a side smile.
“You’ll get cold”
“I have the cape, you will get cold” Thor joked and opened his eyes again, to help you get under the covers with him, he gave you all the space you needed, even more than that, so much you feared he would eventually fall off the bed. After a few minutes, Thor whispered your name in case you were already asleep.
“Yeah?” you whispered too.
“Thank you, I didn’t know today would end like this but you made it so much better, I owe you a lot after tonight”
“You don’t owe me anything” you smiled at him and he looked at you delighted.
“Yes, I do, you went above and beyond”
“If you say so then I must thank you too, you helped me with my former friends back there” he chuckled and you continued “Maybe we won’t be able to see how much we helped each other tonight”
“That’s a shame” he said faking sadness and you nodded playing along.
“It truly is” You closed your eyes while getting comfortable to sleep.
“Good night y/n” He whispered as he did the same
“Good night, Thor”
Any other day the warm feeling of the sun hitting your face would’ve been nice, but the sudden pounding of your head as you moved around didn’t allow you to enjoy it, you covered your eyes with your hand and sat down on the bed, trying to move slowly fearing you would worsen your headache, you found an empty space beside you as you adjusted to the light. “I didn’t dream last night did I?” you questioned yourself for a minute but realized it was nonsense once you heard the doorknob turning.
Thor entered with some bags in his hand “Good day!” He spoke loudly and immediately regretted it.
“I just woke up” you warned him and ran your fingers through your hair, not really caring how you looked, just wanting the pain to stop.
“Ok, so I woke up feeling hungry so I got us some breakfast” he spoke quietly this time but with the same excitement. “I supposed you’d like waffles and they recommended me the tea instead of coffee, so I got tea” You stood up and thought if he used his smile privilege to get food, if he did, you didn’t mind at all, it smelled good.
“That’s very nice of you” Still squinting your eyes you made your way to the window as he continued talking.
“It was the least I could do” Thor finished setting up everything on the coffee table, you noticed he was wearing his pants again but he was still wearing your strawberry t-shirt, you felt another twinge on your head.
“How did you sleep?” you thought making conversation would help distract you from the pain, you closed one of the curtains and Thor helped you with the other one, meeting in the middle.
“I slept great. Not a fan of the sun?” He tilted his head realizing you weren’t feeling as good as him.
“Not right now,” You sighed and sat on a chair “I have a horrible headache, but as you said last night ‘I’ll survive’” you made your voice deeper trying to imitate him and he let out a little wheeze as he handed you the food, helping you reach everything so you wouldn’t have to move so much.
“I said that? Embarrassing” You hit him lightly on his arm and the both of you laughed but even laughing hurt, you raised your hands to your face instinctively after feeling the sharp pain. He looked at you with a worried expression and placed a hand on your knee “Are you sure you don’t want anything? A medication or something, I’ll take you to the hospital-“ he started rambling and you stopped him placing your hand on top of his.
“No, no,” you whispered “I’m sure the food will make me feel better” he handed you the tea, you took a sip and the flavor made you relax for a moment. “I’ll take a painkiller later, I don’t think it’s that serious”
“I’ll get it for you” Thor insisted as he stood up, you held tighter onto his hand when he took a step towards the door, avoiding that he went any further.
“Please, just stay here with me and let’s eat together” you slowly let go of his hand “I promise it’s not that bad” you furrowed your eyebrows as if you were begging him to stay.
“Okay.” He hesitated and sat back down, he could see you were unwell but he didn’t want to nag you, he ate in silence while keeping an eye on you. The curtains helped you lessen your discomfort but you could still feel your head throbbing, you crossed your legs and rubbed your temple, trying to hide the pain from Thor was useless.
“Will you tell me where I can find the painkillers…?” He asked carefully, cleaning his hands with a napkin.
You could truly use one right now, you hummed trying to remember, and took another sip of your tea. “I’m pretty sure I had a bottle of Advil in the glove compartment of my car”
“The one in the co-pilot seat?”
“That one” you hissed and close your eyes at the pain, you hear him stand up and open the mini-fridge.
“I’ll go get them now” he handed you a cold bottle of water that you instantly pressed against your forehead.
“Ok” you nodded weakly, not wanting to argue this time. “My keys are next to the tv”
“Got them, I’ll be back soon, don’t worry.” He said as he opened the door.
“Thor?” You called out but he was already gone, you stood up clumsily and hit your shin with the coffee table, you cursed under your breath and walked to the bathroom. “It’s fine it’s not like I’ve never had a hangover before” you left the bottle of water next to the faucet and washed your face.
After sprinting to your car, Thor began pushing all the buttons on your amazingly complicated car keys, he grunted while closing the trunk, before finally being able to unlock the doors and go inside. He checked the glove compartment and searched for the bottle of painkillers there, just when he found it, he saw your last night’s acquaintances gather around your car, ‘don’t they have anything better to do?’ he thought as he got out of your car, closing and locking the doors.
All of them started to ask dumb questions, and point their phones at him, when he declined to take pictures with them, they asked him why he was there. “I don’t have time for this” he rolled his eyes at them.
“Suddenly you don’t have time,” one said and Thor raised an eyebrow “Why are you snooping on our friend’s car, huh?”
“You guys are so thoughtful and caring,” Thor said sarcastically and held the painkillers close to his heart. “If you call yourself good friends, you would let me go” They stood around him blocking his path.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” someone asked.“What the hell is he wearing?” another whispered.
“Do you even know where they are? No. But I do-” Thor started and was interrupted by one of the guys trying to open the door of your car. “Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you are doing?”
“I traveled with them in this car, I think I left my bag in there” he tried to look inside and Thor pushed him away gently yet firmly.
“You’ll have to wait, unfortunately,” the guy looked at him annoyed. “What? You could be lying” Thor scowled starting to lose his patience.
“You could be lying as well!” the guy bit back and everyone started shouting and asking the same questions he had already answered, they kept slowing him off and obstructing his way, Thor had had enough of them and started to get mad.
“I won’t say it again” Sparkles of lightning started to form around his hands taking over his arms, making all of them take a step back. “Get lost before you regret it” the clouds above darkened making his glowing eyes even more noticeable. They took off running, disappearing in mere seconds “I told y/n that would work” he sighed and rushed back to the motel, just in time, minutes before his arrival you could swear you would cry out of pain, you heard his voice coming from the hallway and you blinked away the tears.
“I’m here!” He searched for you, finding you sitting on the bathroom floor. He looked a bit shaken up but you were even more concerned when you saw the bottle in his hands, the bottle was deformed and slightly burned, he opened it and handed it to you along with the water you left on the sink.
You took the pill and gulped it down, of course, it wouldn’t be effective right away but you were glad that at least it was now on your system, Thor sat beside you and you let out a faint laugh after taking another sip of water. “What happened to this?” you raised the Advil bottle up to his eye level.
“What?” he lengthened the word pretending to be confused. “What do you mean, they’re not built like that?”
“I’m just glad the capsules didn’t get messed up” you replied with a giggle.
“Let’s just say I had a little one-on-seven confrontation with your friends, I could’ve come back faster but they were …holding me back”
“You didn’t” you widened your eyes.
He tried putting the cap back on the bottle with no luck “I did” he chuckled “they probably have a video of the whole thing” he joked.
“I doubt they’ll let me see it” you whined covering your face.
“You should’ve let me do it yesterday.” He remarked, and his laughter filled the room.
“Fine, you were right” you sighed dramatically. His laughing stopped as he turned to face you.
“Are you feeling a bit better now?” Thor tilted his head, trying to get a better look at you “You are looking better.” He smiled cheekily and you felt your face burning.
“Gee, thanks” You joked, happy to make him laugh again, you wouldn’t get tired of the sound any time soon.
“You know what I mean”
“I’m feeling better, thanks to you, so I guess we are even now” You implied looking at his eyes.
“Mm, I don’t think so,” He looked away from you “I think that I still owe you breakfast, one you get to finish without any pain”
You looked at him oblivious “My headache wasn’t your fault” you tapped his hand and he faced you again, shifting in his place.
“Then, do I have to find another excuse to ask you out on a date?” He said lacking his usual tone of confidence. You let your jaw slightly fall before being able to process what he had just said, you thought all the little gestures towards you were exactly what he said, a way to repay you, or him just being extremely kind and sweet.
“You won’t have to, I would love to go out with you” A shy smile formed on your lips while you looked at your hand on top of his.
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Feeding Time - Eddie Munson x Reader
Warning: blood, gore, animal death, animal brawl, vampires
A/n: back on my Munson bullshit hehe
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So far it has been an entire month since I last fed and I was starting to feel the effects of it. My throat was burning, but since my boyfriend has been staying with me more often it has become more difficult for me to go off and feed without him becoming suspicious. Stupid Demobats, when we were in the upside down fighting Vecna, a Demobat bit me and somehow that turned me into a monster, a child of the night.
No one in our group knew, not even my sweet boyfriend, Eddie. Currently sitting in my bed thinking of a way to slip away tonight to go off into the woods behind my house and find an animal to drink from when I hear Eddie walk up to the front door. I made it to the door just as he began to walk into the house.
"Hey, baby how was practice?" I greet him by wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.
"Hey baby, it was good but I'm actually really tired, I think I'm just going to take a quick shower and then head to bed if that's alright?" He says giving me another quick peck and moving past me towards the bathroom. Nights like these were common, where Eddie would swing by after practice and we'd usually eat dinner and then go to bed. Tonight however seems like I'll finally be able to slip away while he is asleep, and finally quench the thirst I've had for a while.
Soon enough Eddie is sound asleep, I watch him from the door frame. I wish I could tell him who I truly am but the fear of me losing our friends and losing the love of my life scares me. I slip out of the door frame and out of my front door.
I make it to the woods, looking for some animals to drink from. I sit down on a wood log, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I hear movement coming from behind me and its moving fast. I turn just in time to see a big bear making a swipe for me. I try to move out of the way but due to not having drank any blood for a whole month my reflexes aren't like they normally are and the bear lands a strike on me.
"Fuck," I yell moving away. I run towards the direction I came from luckily I'm able to find a deer and drain it. Gaining some strength and speed I make it back to my house, sneakily or rather not so sneakily make it inside only to hear Eddie’s heartbeat quicken as he stands in the hall looking at me.
"Y/n what the hell happened to you! Why are you bleeding and why is there blood on your mouth? What the fuck is going on?!"
"Eddie I-I can explain, but you're-Ah,” I tried to explain but fell to my knees. I guess the deer wasn’t enough. Eddie rushes over to me and lays my body against his.
"What can I do to help you?" He asks looking me over.
"Blood, I need blood," I say slowly loosing consciousness.
"Then take some of mine, you can drink from me," he says putting his wrist against mine.
"No, Eddie I can't do that to you, I’ve never had human blood and I don't know if I can control myself if I start to drink from you," I say looking at him with hooded eyes.
"I trust you Y/n, I love you so much, I can’t lose you like this so bite my fucking wrist and drink."
I look at him and hold his wrist in my hand and bite down. His blood comes gushing into my mouth, his blood is sweet like chocolate. After I've had my own fill of blood, enough to quench my thirst until I would need to feed again. I lick his wounds so they heal quicker. I can already feel my wound begin to heal. I hold Eddie's face in my hands.
"I think we need to talk, here ill go help you to the couch and well talk ok"
He shakes his head, the effects of me feeding off him already taking effect. I made sure to only take a liter of his blood since I'm able to control my drinking surprisingly.
I quickly go to the bathroom to wipe the blood off of my face then to my bedroom to change into fresh clothes and walk back out towards the living room to see Eddie watching Magnum P.I.. I go to sit down next to him and mute the TV.
"OK now I know you have a lot of questions, so we'll go slow. You can ask me any questions" I say while holding his hands in mine.
"OK um, how long have you been a vampire? Do you always drink human blood and where do you get the blood? Why did you come home all bloody? Why haven't you told me any of this before?" He asks rapid-fire.
"Ok, first off, remember when those Demobats attacked us in the upsidedown? I guess one of them was able to turn me into one. I’ve never drank human blood but I get my blood from animals. I came home bloody because I went out to feed, I got attacked by a bear and was lucky enough to get a deer. The reason I haven't said any of this to you is due to my being scared, I was scared you would leave me the moment I said anything to you. I didn't want to lose you." I say bringing his lips to mine.
"Wow, this is a lot of information, but I trust you." He says rubbing his thumbs across my hands, "wow I can't believe my girlfriend is a Vampire, oh, by the way, you can feed off of me as much as you want, just make sure to leave them in hidden places so the guys don't see and get suspicious"
I smile at him.
“I promise not to mark you somewhere anyone can see, unless you want me to," you wink.
"I love you Y/n"
"I love you too Eddie"
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The Keeper
Characters: Matt Jackson, Nick Jackson, Hangman Page, Kenny Omega, Cash Wheeler, Dax Harwood
Summary: Nick really wishes FTR would leave him and Matt alone.
Rating: General Audiences
Length: 1,454 words
Author's Note: This fic was inspired by some clips that I found on Youtube which you can find here! And here! It was also inspired by @libraliverpool 's gifset of FTR at Death Before Dishonor, an @orange-catsidy textpost about said moment in the gifset, and my ramblings with @gnc-cole on discord.
Read below the cut or here on Ao3!
They were on fire.
Every dive hit its target.
And every superkick was executed flawlessly.
However, it was nonetheless heartstopping when all their success came down to the wire. When it was all decided by the reversal of a surprise roll-up.
It felt good. To achieve something that they've been after for so long. Something that had been ripped away from them once before.
Nick scrambled back into the ring, eager to celebrate with his older brother. He's gonna allow himself to be excited about the win, keenly aware that there wasn't going to be room for that feeling pretty soon.
He knelt down next to Matt, allowing the referee to raise their hands as their music hit the speakers.
They both looked at each other, having an unspoken conversation with just a glance. Checking on each other. Making sure they were both okay.
They were just about to leave the ring when they were cut off by Cash and Dax sauntering down the ramp, beers in hand.
Beers that they knew full and well they wouldn't drink.
The belts sat on their shoulders- glistening and taunting underneath the lights.
Things escalated when, out of the corner of his eye, Matt slapped the can out of Cash's extended hand.
Nick kept his eyes on Dax, knowing that if they sensed an opening, FTR would seize it. Taking Matt's lead, he slapped away the beer, sending the liquid and the can flying across the ring.
The tension was so thick that he could hardly breathe.
He heard some footsteps approaching behind them be he shrugged it off, figuring it was just a cameraman trying to get the perfect shot.
The steel chair connected with Matt's back, sending him to his knees.
Nick turned slowly, his focus finally drifting. He looked at the man with the bandana. Then to the men behind him.
The fists started to fly before he could even react. He tried to fight back, throwing fists and kicks of his own.
He's been training to be in this business for most of his life. But none of that means a thing when you're trying to fight off three men at once.
Their relationship with Hangman was in tatters.
And he has no idea where Kenny is.
So, for now, he's on his own. At least until Matt hopefully regains his senses.
A fist connects with his stomach, knocking nearly all the wind out of him. They pick him up and everything suddenly goes upside down. He vaguely registers the third man climbing up to the middle rope. He tries to-
Crack!
Nick's head is spiked onto the mat, his skull connecting with the sound of a sickening crunch. His entire body goes numb as Dax and Cash let his body flop onto the unforgiving wood and padding.
Nick hears Matt calling for him- shouting his name as they advance towards him like sharks sensing blood in the water.
He writhes in pain, unable to make himself move or open his eyes.
Matt needs him.
He needs his help.
But he... he just- he can't. He can't make himself move a single inch without his head feeling like it was being run through a blender.
The sound of a chair colliding with something nearly splits his eardrums. But that was not nearly as bad as...as-
Is someone screaming?
Nick cracks his eyes open to see Matt clutching at his ankle, pain etched onto his face.
When officials and medics flood the rings, FTR and...Tully? Run from the ring as if they had just been burned.
Nick shrugs them off when they approach, opting to crawl over to Matt.
Everything seemed to have been thrown into a frenzy by the time he even got over there.
One medic was trying to take stock of the damage but Matt wouldn't let them anywhere near him.
"Matt? Matt, hey..." Nick murmurs. "You gotta let them help. They just wanna make sure nothing is broken. Let them help."
Matt shakes his head, kicking away anyone that dared to get close.
Nick placed a hand on his shoulder and kept it there. For the moment, the hand on his shoulder was the only touching that Matt seemed to allow.
It took ages to get to the doctors.
He was barely in any condition to move, but he was the only one that Matt would allow to help him.
Nick slowly coaxed Matt onto his knees, then onto his good leg using the ring ropes for balance.
While Matt was getting himself situated, he took the opportunity to get to his feet. "Let's get you checked out." He says, draping one of Matt's arms across his shoulders. "The sooner we do, the sooner we can get back to the hotel."
"Are you alright?" Matt chokes out, wincing as they make their way out of the ring and through the tunnel.
"Yeah. I'm okay." He mumbles. "Jus' worry about yourself for right now."
"Will... dammit! ...will always worry about you."
Nick huffs a laugh. "Yeah? Where's that shit gotten you?" He nudges the door to the doctors open with his foot. He practically dumps Matt onto the table before collapsing onto the couch.
The night continues to devolve into a blurry mess from there. He barely even remembers leaving the arena, let alone the drive to the hotel.
Matt was able to put a bit of weight onto his leg now his ankle was taped up. Which was a good thing because he wasn't sure how much longer he could have handled Matt's weight by himself.
"So are you good?" Nick asks nervously, sitting on the bed. "Nothing was broken, right?"
"Yeah. I'm fine." Matt growls.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Really? Because you-"
"Dammit, Nick! I said I'm fine! Just drop it!"
Nick nodded, shrinking back a bit as he lay back onto the mattress.
Matt rolled over on the other bed, facing away from him.
He had a feeling that this wasn't over just yet.
The next time they encountered FTR, things went just as badly.
They made it through their match and by some miracle, Matt's ankle didn't get injured any further. Though Nick could tell that it was bothering him pretty badly.
Matt and Nick stood up, getting their hands raised as they stared triumphantly into the cameras.
The ambush was just as fast and sudden as the first.
Matt went to the ground.
And they targeted Nick first.
Even though the attack was sudden, Nick was somehow more prepared. He was able to land more punches and fight back longer than last time.
It didn't matter, though.
That beat him until he collapsed onto the mat. When he finally gave in they turned to Matt, grabbing a chair.
They threaded his already injured ankle between the steel.
They looked like they were going to-
No.
Nick forced himself up off the ground. If they succeed, his brother's career was most certainly done for.
But he was suddenly stopped by Dax.
Dax forced him into sort of a camel clutch-type hold. He held his head firmly, forcing him to watch as Cash climbed up to the top rope.
Nick clawed at the canvas, searching for Matt's hand. When he finally found it, he squeezed it tightly.
Someone must've noticed because he swore he could hear laughter erupting above them.
Cash smirked from the top rope, preparing to jump.
Matt squirmed in Tully's hold, squeezing Nick's hand as he prepared for the final blow.
Nick shut his eyes, unable to force himself to watch the horror unfold.
However, the final blow never came.
Instead, Nick was let go and FTR ran from the ring so fast that he thought he was seeing things.
Why wouldn't they follow through?
They weren't exactly known for abandoning shit that they started.
When he rolled over, still holding onto Matt, he could see why.
Hangman, drink in hand, was running them off. He bent over, ripping the chair off of Matt's leg.
When Nicks finally sat up Kenny was there, too.
He was relieved, but the feeling didn't last very long when Hangman spun Kenny around. They stood face to face, saying words he couldn't really hear.
Instead of sitting there and worrying, he crawled over to Matt. "Are you okay?"
Matt nodded, sitting up as he leaned against the ropes. "I wonder why he's here." He looked up at Hangman.
"Maybe it's an olive branch."
"I don't think it is going to be that easy."
Nick just nodded, wrapping an arm around his brother as they watched the confrontation unfold.
Hopefully things will get better.
He needs things to get better.
Otherwise, he doesn't know what to do.
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Blood of Empires Chapter 4
Lucretia’s morning fared well enough, though the carriage ride left her with nothing much to do but to think and overthink. Susanna was sad to see her go but when Lucretia explained her plans she was encouraging. Making Lucretia promise to write home to her; ‘Home…’ She longed for that. ‘I haven’t had a home in a very long time.’
Her ancestral home was taken from her by the Thalmor before her birth and then she was taken from her childhood home by her bastard husband. But she is here now, far from their conniving and brutal hands and she will make her own way. She held hope that Valerius was still alive; and when he returns, she and Aventus will be waiting for him.
The daydream from before drifted into her head again about the little farm they would have, tilling crops and raising animals; not that either of them knew anything about that life. Valerius was a soldier through-and-through and she was a simple trophy wife to be paraded in front of guests, anything remarkable about her was easily overwhelmed by how unremarkable she actually is. As the carriage rocked back and forth, Lucretia allowed her mind to think back, replaying her earlier years, some good but mostly bad.
As the carriage pulled closer, the view of Whiterun filled her with a small measure of joy. Still stricken with memories of the past and speculations of her future, this right now was her present and she was going to make it work. Lucretia didn’t care if she needed to get on her knees and beg for Danica to mentor her; she would not be leaving here until she could use basic restoration magic and when her magicka runs out, being able to dress wounds the natural way.
As she passed through the city gates, she was greeted with the sounds of bustling life from the sharp clank of a hammer on steel to children laughing as they chased each other through the streets to the voices emanating from the market ahead of her. It was well into the evening when she first came through Whiterun but how different it all seemed now. The peaceful atmosphere with so much happiness made her want to change her plans and simply adopt Aventus and find a place to live here. Currently the only things stopping her is the fact that Valerius wouldn’t know she was here instead of Windhelm, Whiterun was considered neutral territory and much too close to the Empire, and lastly–’Would Aventus want to live here instead of his family home?’ She couldn’t rightfully take him away from his home if that is where he wants to be. Pushing those thoughts away, she needed to focus her attention on the now.
As she passed the stalls, the townsfolk called attention to their wares and offered her kind smiles and greetings all of which she was more than happy to offer back. Lucretia imagined that as the afternoon sun was dipping down on the horizon, she would have to postpone her browsing until at least tomorrow; it's not like they won’t be here when the sun rises. She continues on her way to the upper level of the city. Upon entering the temple, Lucretia was met with the sight of Danica speaking with a Breton man.
"What is it... what has happened to the Gildergreen? I have traveled long here to worship beneath its branches." Disbelief colored his voice.
Danica kept an even tone as she replied. "It was taken by a lightning strike. Wish I had time to deal with it, but it's hard enough with all these wounded from the war."
"Please, don't just let it stay like this. It's disgraceful." The Breton huffed indignantly.
Danica crossed her arms and glared back at him, clearly affronted by his rudeness. "I really don't have time to deal with you right now. Please just let me get back to my work."
He snarks back, "But this is supposed to be your work." Without waiting for her reply he walks away.
Danica moved to tend to a sick farmer, Lucretia decided it was best to wait for Danica to finish what she was doing before approaching her. Thankfully she didn���t have to wait long, Danica had noticed her and offered her a smile which she took as an approval to approach her as she stepped away from the farmer. “How good to see you again and so soon.”
They had only exchanged pleasantries on her last visit but it felt good to be remembered. “Good evening, Priestess Danica. I was hoping I might have some of your time.”
“Of course. How can I assist you?” She waved her hand back to where Lucretia was previously seated.
“I strive to become a healer. I was directed to speak with you by an associate of mine with hopes that you would take me on as an apprentice. Even just the basics of healing with magicka and traditional healing would be the most helpful. I can even pay you.”
“You are a child of Kynareth; I saw it when I first met you. I would be more than happy to teach you but I would ask a favor first.”
“Yes! Of course, what can I do?” Lucretia felt her heart bursting with excitement. ‘How easy it was to get her to agree!’
“No doubt you have seen the Gildergreen Tree. It’s a bit of an eyesore at the moment, more of a problem for the pilgrims than for me but not many of them around anymore except Maurice. Nevertheless, I would ask for your help with restoring it.”
“What's so special about this tree?”
"To the east of here is a hidden grove where the Eldergleam resides. It's the oldest living thing in Skyrim. Maybe all of Tamriel. Our tree here in the city was grown from a cutting of that tree. You can still feel the glory of the mother tree through it. Even its name is an echo."
“There is a way to revive it?”
“Trees like this never really die, they only slumber. I think if we had some of the sap from the parent tree we could wake its child. I had commissioned one of the Companions to retrieve the only weapon said to be able to pierce the Eldergleam–Nettlebane. All I need is for you to go to the Eldergleam Sanctuary and bring me the sap.”
“I fear I do not know my way around Skyrim very well. Would you be able to tell me how to get there?”
“I would honestly recommend that you use that gold and hire one of the Companions to guide you there and back. It is a pretty far walk and dangerous too, you can find it between Windhelm and Riften–just due east of Darkwater Crossing.”
Lucretia tried her best to keep her annoyance from showing on her face, besides if this was all she needed to do to get Danica to train her then she would do it. “Alright. Where can I find these Companions?”
“As soon as you step back outside, you can see their great hall of Jorrvaskr on the opposite side of the Gildergreen. Come back to collect the dagger after you’ve spoken with them.” Danica barely waits for Lucretia to nod before she swiftly returns to her duties.
Just as Danica said, the Hall of Jorrvaskr stood proudly, haloed by the rising darkness and stars as its backdrop; it was easy to imagine how beautiful it would look during sunrise. ‘Best to get this over with now.’
Lucretia approached the heavy wooden door and as she opened it, she could hear the cheers and taunts before she saw the fight that was occurring. A Nord woman seemed to have the upper hand against a Dunmer with an older Nord man calling out advice to both of them. No one paid her any mind for a few minutes while the fight continued; the Nord woman gave a battlecry and landed a heavy blow to his nose and he fell; once it was clear that the woman won the brawl the others dispersed, no longer entertained. Even though the older Nord man had not seen her entry nor did he once look at her throughout the fight, he made a beeline directly to her as he knew she was standing there the whole time. ‘Well he doesn’t look friendly…’ As if sensing her thoughts he scowls at her.
“Haven’t seen your face before. What do you want?”
‘Better to skip the pleasantries, I suppose.’ Lucretia cleared her throat before speaking. “I am looking to hire a Companion to see me to and from the Eldergleam Sanctuary. Priest Danica mentioned she hired someone before and recommended I see about hiring an escort.”
“Ah, yes. Farkas killed a hagraven and some witches, and brought back a dagger for her. She refused to touch it until he wrapped it in cloth. Perhaps too afraid to get her hands dirty?”
Lucretia ignored the jab at her hopefully soon-to-be mentor. “How much will it cost?”
“Hmm. There shouldn’t be much danger aside from the occasional wolves, maybe a bear. How long do you plan to stay there before heading back?”
“Only as long as I need to be, preferably I get what I need quickly then we come back just as quick.”
“Well let’s say you get there and are leaving within the next 2 hours, I’d say the total would be 300 septims. 150 up front to see you there safely and the rest upon your return.”
It was more than she was hoping but still manageable for now. She will have to consider her options later so she doesn’t drain what she has left. “Sounds fair enough. Can we leave in the morning?”
“Farkas should be back soon. I’ll let him know to meet you at the gates at sunrise.” He pulls a piece of blank parchment from his pocket and drafts up their exchange of services and cost, giving him her alias–Cassia–he stared at her hard for a moment longer than he should have, like he knew it was a lie before she spoke it. ‘I must be a terrible liar if so many people don’t believe me when I tell them my name.’ Once she paid for the first part of the contract, he gave a stern nod before promptly turning and walking away from her. Taking that as her dismissal, she returned to Danica to inform her of the news.
“That’s wonderful. Here is the dagger.” It was wrapped in a dull brown rag, tied closed with a bit of twine. “If you’re leaving at sunrise, you best get a room at the inn and go to sleep.” Lucretia let Danica usher her to the door.
“Miss. Miss, wait!” A frantic voice called after her. Turning around, she sees the Breton from earlier who had been talking to Danica about the Gildergreen. “What’s happened to the Gildergreen is a travesty. Was I correct in hearing that you were traveling to the grove of the Eldergleam?”
“Yes, I am. I hired one of the companions to guide me there and back.”
"I am a traveler. A pilgrim. I follow the voice of Kynareth wherever it can be heard. I've dreamed of seeing Eldergleam for years. Might I travel alongside you? I promise not to get in the way."
“Well I don’t see why not. I will be heading out at dawn with a Companion. If you meet us at the city gate, you’re welcome to travel with us. Also you can call me Cassia.”
The breton’s face lights up, “I thank you for your kindness. My name is Maurice Jondrelle, by the way. I will meet you in the morning.”
*
The sun rose sooner than Lucretia would have preferred; the inn’s patrons were rather rowdy last night making sleep difficult to find. She gathered her curls to one side and braided it down, it wasn’t pretty or neat but it should hold for the trip. When she returns to Windhelm, she will have to have Susanna teach her some Nordic styles.
She was the second to arrive, a large dark-haired Nord leaning against the post near Adrienne’s shop stood straight when he saw her making her way towards him and allowed her to approach him. Didn’t make him look any less intimidating, especially with the black war paint smeared around his eyes and his large body. ‘He’s as large as Valerius.’
Lucretia hoped to get off on a good foot with the Companion, she gave him a bright smile and greeted, “Good morning! I take it you are my Companion to the Eldergleam Sanctuary? You can call me Cassia.”
“Yeah. Name’s Farkas. Skjor said it was a quick job. Mostly walking there and back, making sure you don’t die.”
“Yeah that pretty much sums it up. I need restoration training from Danica, the Priestess of Kynareth, to become a healer. She wants me to help her heal the Gildergreen by getting sap from the parent tree before she will agree to train me.”
Farkas grunts a little then asks, “A healer? With magicka?”
She forgot about the Nordic prejudice towards most magic related things. “Um, yes. Though I asked for her to also train me in healing people the natural way. I don’t have a lot of magicka so I need to be able to tend to wounds with whatever knowledge I have and the tools in my bag.”
“Huh. I’ve never trusted magic types. But restoration is the only good one. Fine then. We should head-“ A yell cuts him off.
“Hey! Wait! Don’t leave me behind!” Maurice is making a mad dash from the marketplace towards them. Farkas looks on distastefully as Maurice stops before them and leans on his knees, huffing and sweating. “I was worried I missed you! Glad I didn’t.”
“What do you mean? You’re coming with us?” Farkas crossed his arms and glared down on the Breton.
‘Now he is trying to be intimidating? Gods…’ Lucretia interjected before Maurice, who looked absolutely affronted, could speak. “He is a pilgrim of Kynareth. He asked to be my traveling companion to the Sanctuary. I hope this isn’t an issue?”
“Whatever. Just don’t go running off into danger. I don’t want to have to throw either of you over my shoulder to carry back.”
“Of course. I would prefer to keep you between me and anything that might want to kill me. I’m sure Maurice would agree.” At her pointed look, he nods.
“Well, let’s go.”
**
She and Farkas got on well with each other once they started talking. He liked to claim he wasn’t smart but Lucretia disagreed. He was incredibly open to talking and was able to offer her a lot of insight into life in Skyrim and a range of different topics. They had only been traveling for about four hours and Maurice complained the entire time. Constantly interjecting on her discussions with Farkas and adding nothing to the conversation except for more complaints about the weather, the bugs, the roads, whatever he could think of. If he wasn’t complaining, he was constantly stopping to look at trees, pick flowers, and staring at clouds. Frankly, he was getting on her nerves and she was pretty sure she heard Farkas growl a few times.
After the sun had hit its highest point and they followed the eastern road as it turned south, they were attacked by a pack of wolves. Lucretia drew her dagger and lit fire to her left hand and braced herself should a wolf get past Farkas. She was left bewildered when Maurice ran away from her and towards a wolf with only his fists raised!
“What in Oblivion are you doing?!” Lucretia raced after him, amazed he managed to get one hit in before the wolf rounded on him, knocking him over. She wasn’t a fighter nor a mage, she couldn’t do much with her flames other than use it for light and to warm her hands. As she closes the distance between herself and her idiot companion and the wolf, she swings her dagger to slash at the wolf’s face then follows with a slap! of her enflamed left hand to its eye. It gives a yelp and puts distance between them, it recovers quickly when it realizes her slap barely did any damage. It snarls before dashing back at them only to be intercepted by a swing from Farkas’s sword. Lucretia releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, the tension in her body slipping away. ‘Thankfully that was a quick fight.’
She turns and offers her hand--free of flames–to Maurice, just as she is about to pull him up she feels a large hand clamp down on her shoulder and forcefully tugs her back, the force breaks her hold on Maurice’s hand and he flops back into the dirt. Farkas’s hand leaves her as he surges forward and grabs the front of Maurice’s tunic. “I wasn’t paid to protect you, only her. You ever endanger her again on this trip, I will skin you alive. Got it?”
Farkas doesn’t wait for a reply before dropping him back in the dirt and turning to her. He is less rough when he grabs the front of her cloak and pulls her towards him,Farkas glares down at her for a moment before his gaze softens and he releases his grip on her cloak. “Who in their right mind slaps a wolf? If you’re going to use your hands, you could at least punch it. Are you hurt?”
“Uh, no… I’m okay. I wasn’t planning to go after it. I’m not skilled in fighting but…” Her eyes flickered to where Maurice was picking himself up from the ground. “Anyways, thank you.”
Farkas turns away and starts back down the path, calling back to them, “We are nearly there. Let’s go.”
The rest of the trip goes smoothly, Maurice kept whatever complaints he had left to himself and quietly followed behind Lucretia who followed two steps behind Farkas. When they finally make it into the sanctuary, she hears him mutter to himself, his voice overwhelmed with emotion. “I can’t believe I’ve finally made it here. It’s like it was in my dreams.”
Lucretia absolutely agreed. ‘It’s breathtaking!’ The sanctuary was a grove that was formed inside of a cave; a small river winding its way through with pine trees, plants, and large roots everywhere. She couldn’t tell where the river started nor where it went but waterfalls from above fed into it. High above stood what could only be the Eldergleam tree, partially shrouded in fog and mist; light shone down upon it from an opening in the cave’s ceiling, giving it a very ethereal appearance. The sensation that washed over her also made Lucretia feel overwhelmed with emotion, she had never felt the presence of one of the Gods so profoundly before; she gave a simple prayer. ‘Bless us, Divine Kynareth.’
Maurice spoke reverence, “Come to me, Kynareth, for without you, I might not know the mysteries of the world, and so blind and in terror, I might consume and profane the abundance of your beautiful treasures.”
Farkas turned and looked at them confusedly. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Maurice looked unfazed as he turned to Lucretia, “Please move quickly. Eldergleam awaits us.”
“Yes, of course. Farkas, let’s keep moving.” He nods and continues along the path, pausing momentarily when he sees two other people milling about but continuing on when they don’t seem to pose a threat. As they passed by, the male Nord greeted the new arrivals, “Welcome to Eldergleam Sanctuary, my friends. If you have any questions, speak to Asta.” The female Nord smiles at them but doesn’t approach. Lucretia returns her smile briefly but continues on; she hopes she doesn't come across as rude but she is too restless to stop for smalltalk. Maurice does stop momentarily to ask them a few questions.
The further up the path they went, the denser it became until there was no way past the massive roots that extended from the Eldergleam Tree. ‘I suppose this is where the dagger comes into play?’ Lucretia pulled it from her bag, unwrapping the rag wrapped around it. Even to her untrained eye Lucretia knows it’s not an attractive dagger; it is crudely engraved and flaked with what she assumed to be old blood. Farkas notably shifts his weight beside her, watching to see what she would do; she hates for it to come to this but she has little option, she pricks the bark of the roots and the effect is immediate. The root blocking their path retreats as if greatly wounded; she felt mildly relieved she wouldn’t have to hack her way forward if a mere prick was all it took. She pushed forward to the next root blocking the path, then the next until nothing stood in their way to the base of the Tree.
She turns to look back just as Maurice comes running forward with a glare directed at her. “I had no idea you were a woman of violence. What exactly are your intentions in this blessed place?”
“The reason I needed to come here was for the sap, to repair the Gildergreen.” It wasn’t like Lucretia wanted to hurt the Tree.
“You would violate this marvel of Kynareth's glory to fix that half-breed stump in Whiterun? That's abominable. Barbaric. I'll have no part of this. Why didn't you tell me what you intended?”
“I was not aware I had any other option from what I was told. Do you have a better idea?”
“Well... yes. There is something. It won't repair the tree back at the temple, but we could bring them a new one.”
“Then please, show me. I wish not to harm the Eldergleam any further. If you can offer a peaceful solution, I will gladly take it.”
"Follow me. I think I can convince the tree to help us.” Lucretia follows with Farkas just at her shoulder. He had been glaring silently at Maurice during the entire verbal exchange.
Maurice kneels before the Eldergleam, silently speaking a prayer to Kynareth and she answers. A small sapling appears before him, a beautiful gift. ‘A goddess who answers.’
"The Eldergleam has blessed us with a sapling. You should take it to Whiterun. Danica will want to see that the true blessings of nature lie in renewal, not a slavish maintenance." He passes the sapling over before he speaks again, “I believe I'll stay here and bask in Eldergleam's warmth a bit longer." Lucretia gratefully thanks him for the help. "It was my pleasure, friend. In a way, I envy you getting to carry such a direct sign of Kynareth's grace."
She and Farkas share a nod before they back down the path. Lucretia will have to come back another time when she did not feel pressed for time. The return walk went by much quicker and she spent much of it asking Farkas all sorts of questions. When she became concerned that she was bothering him, he reassured her it was anything but annoying. They made it back to Whiterun about two hours after sunset, Lucretia gave Farkas the rest of the gold she owed the Companions and they bid each other goodnight with Farkas turning towards Jorrvaskr and Lucretia heading for the Temple. If Danica wasn’t available, she would return in the morning but it was worth checking while she was already nearby.
To her surprise, Danica was still at the Temple. She was kneeling and speaking softly to a wounded soldier. Upon noticing Lucretia’s entry, she speaks a few more words before standing and coming to her. “Hello, child of Kynareth. Were you able to get the sap?”
“Actually, no. I bought back a sapling instead.” Lucretia hopes this doesn’t ruin her chances of being trained, it's not what Danica asked her to do.
"But... I can't run the Temple without the support of people who are inspired by the Gildergreen. How can this little tree bring new worshippers?"
“Well… Maurice had told me: ’that renewal is more important than maintenance’ and to be honest, I do agree with him on this.”
"I... you're right of course. It can be hard to hear the winds of Kynareth when all you hear is the rabble in the temple. Death feeds new life. I'm sure that, in time, this little sapling will grow into a new Gildergreen that will tower over Whiterun. Thank you. Report to me in the morning to begin your training."
“Really? I failed to do what you asked for; you will still train me?” Lucretia asked with a bit of hesitation.
“Absolutely. Sometimes you need to do what you believe to be right, even if someone else does not agree with it. Though be warned, actions will still have consequences whether or not you believe yourself to be right. Now come, it is late and you must be tired.” Danica walks Lucretia to the Temple door and they bid each other goodnight.
***
Days passed by quickly for Lucretia under the tutelage of Danica. Since Lucretia lacked the necessary amount of magicka to begin healing others, she was to start with learning how to stitch and bandage wounds first. Something that was easy enough to begin with considering the amount of soldiers and villagers who passed through the Temple. Occasionally members of the Companions would make an appearance, the most frequent faces Lucretia has seen were Farkas and Ria; pleasant company who were more than willing to let her practice on them under Danica’s watchful eye.
By Danica’s endorsement, Arcadia also agreed to teach her alchemy; an extremely important skill for any healer who did not have magicka at his or her disposal. Arcadia began with lectures in the evening after she closed up shop and Lucretia was finished with Danica. She started with showing her the plants she currently had in stock and stressing that the same plants can be used to hurt as much as they could to heal. She had also given Lucretia a blank journal for her to keep track of notes, something she was immensely grateful for. At night, she would read alchemy and restoration texts given to her by both women and practice casting a basic healing spell on her cramped hands and sore knees–the latter which hurt every night after kneeling on the stone floors in the temple beside the wounded as she stitched cuts and wrapped limbs.
Lucretia made sure to write her promised letter to Susanna after her short healing practice; informing Susanna of the required task that Danica asked her to complete before she would accept her as her temporary apprentice and the steady progress she made so far; she also mentioned the unexpected but most welcomed training she was receiving from Arcadia, costing only her time and assistance. Lucretia lightheartedly joked that if Susanna wanted to find a good looking man, she would need to visit Whiterun sometime and meet a few of the Companions. She was nervous when she asked if anyone had come looking for her and expressed her anxiousness about leaving Aventus at Honorhall. She scrapped two letters before settling on the third one and had it sent in the morning before she changed her mind again.
One morning Arcadia shows up at the Temple to speak with Danica about taking Lucretia outside of the city in order to show her how to properly gather plants; Danica agrees since they had no one currently waiting to be tended to. Lucretia quickly gathers her bag and journal from her cot in a small closet off to the side in the Temple, she doesn't complain about her accommodations since she’s grateful for a place to sleep without having to pay for it. As she exits the Temple and begins towards the steps, Lucretia sees Farkas and his brother talking as they stand near the steps of Jorrvaskr, they both turn to her so she spares them a quick wave before quickly making her way down to the market to meet Arcadia. “Here you go. You will be needing this,” said Arcadia as she passes off a braided basket to her.
They didn’t go far from the city before Arcadia was telling her the purpose of their trip, though it wasn’t surprising in the slightest. “Once you are out here, you will need to know how to find and identify plants. Some can be deceiving and share nearly the same appearance but will kill you in a matter of moments. You will learn how to identify these differences as well as how to properly harvest the plants to utilize their fullest potential, this goes for both making healing potions and poisons.”
That took her by surprise. “You want me to learn how to make poisons?”
Arcadia chuckled, “Of course. You need to know how to make a poison in order to make the antidote. Can’t have you fumbling through your potions and guessing; what would that say about me as your teacher? I am going to explain first and I just want you to listen and watch, then you will have your turn. Come now, look at these.” Arcadia gestures to small bushels of red and blue flowers that were running alongside the road, she kneels before them. “As I’ve told you before, mountain flowers are common throughout Skyrim. They come in a variety of different shades: blues, reds and purples are easily found without even needing to leave the road to find them in abundance. There is one other variety that very few have ever found, yellow mountain flowers. They seem to only be found in dangerous, nearly inaccessible locations. The worst bit is that even if you manage to obtain yellow mountain flowers, they are impossible to grow in a garden.” Lucretia hurriedly adjusted the basket on her arm in order to take out her journal to make notes, Arcadia briefly paused to let her catch up. “Blue mountain flowers are great ingredients for making health potions while the red ones can damage health, thus making them great for poisons.” Arcadia waited until she had Lucretia's attention again before gesturing to the basket, she said, “Come here so I can show you how to trim the flowers so as to not waste the ingredients while also ensuring they continue to grow back.”
Lucretia knelt next to Arcadia as she takes out a pair of curved pruning shears. “Some plants, based on which part of its body you use, can be beneficial in a multitude of ways. For instance, the red mountain flower petals can be used with other reagents to create a potion that will restore and fortify magicka, but the stem can be used to create a poison that damages health or magicka. Everything has its purpose.” Arcadia’s movements were absolutely fluid as she cut the red mountain flowers from the brushy plant it originated. “Make sure you leave some space right here–” She gestures to where the stem still attached to the main plant had about a knuckles length left on it, “When you leave at least this much left–you can stagger the lengths–it helps promote growth instead of just hacking away at the plant until it's nothing more than a dead shrub. If you do not have any questions about what I have told you so far then it is your turn. Go ahead and cut the blue mountain flowers, they’re fine to stack on the red.”
Lucretia sets her journal off to her side as she takes up the shears from her mentor. “I believe I understand, this part seems to be the easiest. It's essentially the same as pruning decorative houseplants.” She began trimming them the same way Arcadia did and stacked the blue flowers into the basket; it took her no time at all to finish.
“Pruning is a good way to put it.” Arcadia stands and dusts the dirt from her knees. “Now I want you to stay on this strip of road, easily within sight of the city and the guards. You will be filling this basket the rest of the way. Once it's full, bring it back to my shop so I can set them up in bundles to dry then I want you back out here collecting more. We will need them later when we delve further into making healing potions. Make sure you take breaks too.”
“Yes, Arcadia,” Lucretia nodded obediently, though the look on her face might have given her away. “Don’t think I don’t know you work yourself to the point of skipping meals. When you come back into the city, stop at the inn for a meal or at least the market for some food to take with you.”
Lucretia felt good even though she was being slightly chastised. “I will, I promise,” she said with more conviction this time. That seemed to placate Arcadia enough to let it go.
“Alright, gotta get the shop open.” She gave Lucretia a nod before she turned back towards the city.
Lucretia allowed herself to fall into the smoothing rhythm of constant work, a blissful distraction to ignore her issues and worries. When she retires for the night, she will make drawings of the flowers to go with their descriptions.
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AN: I am so behind on posting so I am just going to mass dump the chapters that are done. Easier to read on AO3, you can find me at St_Alessia, story: Blood of Empires
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Moment of Awesome - Scott Summers/Cyclops:
During the losing battle against the Brotherhood, Scott takes on a strangely rejuvenated Magneto.
"I know that the man you claim to be could beat me if he had to," Scott agreed, that almost friendly tone reflected in his voice, "but I also know that he's well, he's a lot more regal and controlled than you are. I mean all this is a little much kid. Why don't you pack it in before he shows up to wipe the floor with you for besmirching his good name."
"It's a shame Charles got his claws in you first. What an inspiration you could have been for our people." He clenched his hand and Scott was buffeted as four different metal objects hit him in succession. Magneto stepped forward, towards him as he reeled. "I really don't want to hurt you more than I have to."
It was confusing, it was almost as if here were really talking to Magneto, but he couldn't be. But then Scott's eyes had failed him before, so many times, in this world you could never really trust that your eyes weren't being fooled, that they weren't being fed false information. Despite himself Scott was becoming convinced that the man in front of him was actually Magneto. Ribs groan in protest as the man pulled himself up from his knees. "What an inspiration you could have been, could still be to our people. They'll follow you, they always have Erik. You could stop all this, find a path to walk that isn't going to leave them going the line of war again and again. Find a way for our people to not constantly have to look over their shoulders for the knife in the back, your way only ends with death or by making us the very thing you hate. What kind of life is that?"
"Scott, I wish you could see clearly. We are in a war and again and again, you choose to side with those who would destroy us. I could almost forgive you for that, considering your upbringing. But I know you." A piece of rebar caught him around the head and smashed him to the ground. Another chunk of metal hammered into his back as he tried to get up. "You're too smart not to see the truth. Except you choose not to. Because it scares you. And that, Cyclops... that I can't forgive you for."
The X-man could feel the tricky of warm blood running down the side of his face, those warm droplets of blood splattering on the floor next to him as blow after blow impacted on his flesh. Scott knew that if he could just focus enough he could counter them, blast away Magneto's weapons but there was no recourse, no break in the tempo of the attacks that gave him a chance to collect himself to do that. "You're right," Scott's voice was hoarse, filled with pain as his arms came up to try to protect his head from the man's relentless assault, "we are in a war, but it's not the one you think. We could destroy them, they could destroy us, it's a cycle that will never end if we let you get your way. We're in a war with ourselves, hope verse fear, and that's why you're going to lose in the end. Because you can scare people, you can make them despise one another, be terrified but in the end...in the end someone will always be there to stand against you. Someone will always show the world that you're nothing more than a hate-monger, and that's what you fear. You've become no different from those you've hated all your life."
“And so you’ve been taught. But… today is going to be a different sort of lesson for you. I hope you draw your own conclusions from them. All of you.” A plate of metal wrapped around the upper half of Scott’s face like it was made out of tinfoil, and makeshift manacles of scrap metal trapped his hands together.
“Believe me or not. Just think about what you were asked to defend today.”
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request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx
Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader
Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?
A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xx💜
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“Dada,”
She could see Bucky’s frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.
Bucky’s been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.
“Not now, angel,” Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.
“Wanna show you somethin’,” she whispered, biting back a smile.
“Later, angel. I’m busy right now.”
He regretted telling her to come in. He should’ve known she’d be nothing but a distraction.
“Dada, jus’ take one look,” she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Bucky’s desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at.
Now that made Bucky mad.
“I said I was busy!” Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.
“Dada,” tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.
“Why don’t you ever listen!” Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, “How many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didn’t I?!” He let go of her arm with more force than he’d intended, making her stumble a little.
She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished she’d never left her playroom.
“Get out and don’t step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?” Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.
Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.
Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.
Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldn’t see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.
Why did he have to yell? He could’ve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldn’t he just go with it? He’s sworn he’d never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?
Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasn’t how a man should treat his girl.
He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angel’s damaged drawing and make it up to her.
Only it wasn’t a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.
She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.
A sad smile spread across Bucky’s lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that
- Dada will smile
- Dada will not be angry no more
- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)
- Dada will play with me after work
Dada: ……………..
The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the ‘terms’.
There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.
She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasn’t trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.
Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.
Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.
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“Angel,” Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.
She wasn’t in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.
She’s made at least 6 of these ‘contracts’, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.
She’d obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.
Bucky’s hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.
“Angel, where are you, baby?” Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.
She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Bucky’s heart.
“Angel.”
She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.
“Baby, don’t cry,” Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.
Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.
She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Bucky’s throat as she opened her eyes again, “angel?”
“Please don’ hurt me. Won’ come to the office. Won’ leave the room.” She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.
This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.
“Angel, I would never hurt you. You know that.” Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.
He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.
She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.
It was too late and it didn’t matter what he said because he’d already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.
Bucky’s mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didn’t know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.
Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.
A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.
“I signed your contract, angel.” Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.
Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.
“I’m so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. I’m sorry,” Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.
She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.
She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.
He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.
“I-I’ll see you at lunch then.” Bucky sniffed again.
“And angel?” he called from the door, getting her attention.
“Thank you for caring for daddy. I love you.” Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didn’t say it back.
~
When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.
He wasn’t even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didn’t have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.
“Angel?” Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.
He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasn’t there either.
Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.
She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?
Tears distorted Bucky’s vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.
The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought he’d imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.
She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice she was roaming around with bare feet when he’d specifically asked her not to before.
That was the last of Bucky’s concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didn’t leave him even if he deserved it.
“Where were you, angel?” the tenderness of Bucky’s tone let her know he wasn’t mad at her for walking around shoeless.
“Couldn’ fin’ PinePine,” she replied softly, referring to the white feline, “’s lunch time.” Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Bucky’s.
He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.
She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.
“Where did you find, PinePine?” He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.
“Downstairs,” she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.
“Let’s go then. The table’s set.” Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.
She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Bucky’s pointer.
He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didn’t want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.
~
When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an “I’ll get back to work then.” behind her.
He didn’t actually get back to work. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.
How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?
A lamp lit above the mafia boss’ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.
Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.
His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:
- Angel will forgive Daddy
- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more
- Angel will sit on Daddy’s lap (even if she doesn’t wanna be quiet)
- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to
Angel: …………….
Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angel’s forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.
Bucky needed to know she wasn’t actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He wouldn’t be able to ever tolerate himself if she didn’t forgive him.
Bucky’s tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didn’t really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didn’t draw. He didn’t deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.
A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.
“Come in.”
He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.
Bucky looked up from his desk when he didn’t hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.
It was his girl who’d come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.
Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.
He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. He’s never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.
She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didn’t, she rounded the desk and stopped by Bucky’s chair.
Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.
Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Bucky’s thigh. Her gaze was glued to Bucky’s face, gauging his reaction. When Bucky’s frown didn’t show up she let her palm touch Bucky’s leg.
Bucky didn’t understand what she was doing but he wouldn’t dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what he’d done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.
With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Bucky’s chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Bucky’s strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.
Bucky’s heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.
“Angel?” his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.
She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didn’t want her where she was.
Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.
“Dada signed,” she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldn’t contain himself anymore.
“Oh, angel,” Bucky’s tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.
He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.
“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.
“I’m sorry, my angel. Forgive me,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”
“Dada,” her smaller hands cupped Bucky’s cheeks as sadness covered her features.
She’s never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his father’s funeral did he sob like that.
She didn’t know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.
She was Bucky’s everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.
Her short thumbs wiped under Bucky’s eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.
The smell of her hair calmed Bucky’s heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, “I will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.”
Bucky’s hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, “I know,” she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
She stroked Bucky’s cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.
Oh she was a real angel. No one’s ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.
“I made you a contract too,” Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Bucky’s lap, planting her knees on the chair between Bucky’s open legs and stood on them to take a look.
She took her time reading the words and then she was off Bucky’s lap and bolting out of the room.
The man was about to lose it again, thinking she’d remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.
She climbed back on the chair between Bucky’s thighs, her glitter pen in hand.
Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.
She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.
“Angel signed,” she beamed, plopping herself against Bucky’s chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.
“I love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.” Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.
“I love you too, dada.” She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.
Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.
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I miss thief reader <\3
(i wrote this entire thing and then accidentally fucking deleted it. almost cried bc i was proud of it but oh well hhahah)
Pls, i have an event going on rn and one of the things you could request is consort au + sexy thief reader and i jUST- I didn't mean to write all of this I just really wanted someone to request it so I just did it myself oops-
For this I’m using albedo because our pfps…
Warnings: Spoilers for Tsurumi island questline, SAGAU villain au, minor blood, self-harm(?), reader has questionable sanity, implied romantic Albedo x reader
Your reputation preceded you, casting a dark shadow over your cloaked form and painted you in a bloody light. While you had done awful things (only to those who deserved it), a lot of it wasn’t true. Merely rumors that got lost in their game of telephone and eventually got twisted with fact.
Thankfully, a bad reputation helped scare powerful individuals off. The shadow over your form made you appear bigger than you actually were and it helped, especially in scaring off the alchemist in front of you.
He didn’t try to hide himself, his footsteps approached you calmly. The second you heard him, your hearing heightened due to months of running, you had whipped around with your weapon(s) of choice already in hand.
Your glare was sharper than your blades, “What do you want?” You spat. You didn’t dwell on the surprise that he didn’t attack you immediately.
He didn’t meet your eyes, getting on one knee and bowing his head low, “Your grace,” He said, his voice strong as though he had rehearsed this, “I apologize for what Teyvat has done to you, and I promise I will do everything within my power to right the wrong that we have committed-”
“Cut the bullshit.” You interrupted, your fists tightened around your weapon, “I asked what you wanted not for your made-up apology.”
He didn’t flinch and remained in the same position, “I merely want to help you, your grace. I merely wish for you to remain safe.”
You laughed in his face, tilted your head back for the sky to bear witness, “Sure you do! I don’t care what you have to say,” You hissed, your lips twisted back into a teeth-baring grin, “Now go away or I’ll be forced to hurt you.”
He followed your directions, leaving you be. You shook your head with a scoff, watching him go and preparing yourself for a surprise attack.
It never came. How odd… you thought but shook it off. Albedo always tended to inspect the unknown.
He found you again, this time on Starsnatch Cliff.
You didn’t have to turn to know he was there, he was silently standing behind you.
“What do you want?” You demanded, your voice sharp and cutting.
It didn’t faze Albedo as he got down on one knee once more, his head bowed low, “I want to help you, your grace, and atone for the crimes Teyvat has committed.”
“I see.” You unsheathed one of your daggers, the blade glinting dangerously in the setting sun.
Albedo didn’t flinch, readying himself for the pain.
The hilt of the sword poked him on the top of his head. He opened his eyes, shocked, and tilted his head up to stare up at you. You were holding the hilt of the dagger out for him to take, a mischievous grin splitting your face.
His eyes went from the dagger, to you, back to the dagger, back to your almost frightening grin.
You nodded, gesturing to the dagger, insisting for him to take it. He did so, obeying your silent demand with a shaking hand.
“Your grace?” Albedo whispered, if he had spoken any louder his voice would’ve cracked.
“You believe I am your god now do you?” You raised a brow, taking off one of your gloves.
“Yes,” He said, without any hesitation, “I believe you are Teyvat’s creator.” His brows were set in a determined look.
You held your hand out to him and the sun crashed into the ocean behind, framing your almost manic grin in a stunning yet terrifying light, “Then prove it, Albedo.” Your godly voice demanded, reverberating in his mind and getting him drunk off the sound, “Cut me and see what color I bleed.”
Your voice was poisoned honey filling his ears. The way you said his name, commanded him with a grin. There was no doubt you were Teyvat’s god but the words you had said. It made his insides churn as he shook from the sweet sound of your voice and the awful choice you were forcing him to make.
Emotions bubbled within his chest and fought deep within his chalk heart, setting fire to all that was inside him. He couldn’t hurt you, you’d been hurt enough. But you had given him direct orders to cut you, and he couldn’t go against you. He was loyal to you, but he couldn’t hurt you and he couldn’t ignore your orders.
The knife was heavy in his hand. His eyes traveled from your hand, to you, back to your hand, and back to your eyes wide with adrenaline.
His eyes were wide with primal fear, but in the end his shaking fingers let go of the knife. He bowed his head in shame, “I’m sorry your grace, I can’t hurt you.”
You giggled, holding a hand up to your mouth as you cackled like a madman. You bent down to pick the knife up, still laughing. Albedo didn’t move.
Your bare hand tapped the top of his fluffy hair, patting it. Albedo’s breath caught in his throat, “Good choice, Albedo.” He looked up to bask in your grin, drunk on the way you said his name, “Someone who was faking being loyal to me would’ve jumped at the opportunity to cut me.”
Ah, he thought sheepishly, I was so caught up in my loyalty and the choice I didn’t even think about that…
You grinned, manically as you pointed the knife to your arm. He had no time to react as you sliced your arm.
“Your grace-!” He screeched, reaching his hand out uselessly.
“Either way,” You grinned, holding up your arm for him, you, and stars and celestia above to see the golden ichor drip down your limb, “There’s your proof.”
Insane, He thought, his form shaking, You’re insane!
Frantically, he stood up to help you. You pulled away, giggling, “I’ve suffered a lot worse,” You waved him off, sheathing the knife and putting your glove back on, not caring for the festering wound.
You placed both of your hands on your hips, your hat tilted back a bit to allow you to see better, the feather attached to your hat (Ruu’s feather, so that he could travel Teyvat with you like you had promised) glowed a dull purple hue, and your cape billowed in the soft wind.
Albedo could see his constellation in your eyes, glowing as though happy to be in your divine gaze, “Well, my first acolyte,” You held your palm out to him, gloved this time, “Would you like to join me?”
-albedo in thief wear <3
-All of my readers now have Ruu’s flower somewhere on their person
-As you gain followers, their constellations start to appear in your eyes bc i like the idea.
-thief reader amassing a small but devout group of followers to steal shit with them. They’re all poly because sexy thief reader being sexy
basically reader going "What're you gonna do? Stab me?" And Albedo almost cries.
#choco.asks#sagau#genshin self aware#genshin cult au#self aware genshin#sagau villain au#albedo#albedo x reader#sexy theif villain au#sorry if it's kinda bad im highkey tired#and i wrote all of this in like an hour#not including the first draft that i fucking deleted#i still can't get over that#i finished it#and then fucking deleted it#i can't please-#im laying down for rest i'll do more event requests later#I'm almost done with one I'm very sorry for not being that active#life is hard <3
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true gift
A god like Naoya is about to see how his little mortal is hiding a true gift.
REQUEST. deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink
CONTENT/WARNINGS. virginity loss, naoya isn’t nice, mentions of blood, murder, abduction, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, creampie, orgasm denial, mentions of slavery, face fucking, reader is willingly consenting to pain, reader is a masochist, naoya is a sadist
NOTES. ah...it feels so natural to write naoya...also can someone send me some good erotic hentai panels, yay <3
Today is the day – the one you’ve been prepared for ever since you’ve forced to make acquaintance with the blinding darkness and smell of rust.
What time is it? Is it morning, night...maybe somewhere in the middle?
There’s no telling, not when you’ve been staring at the pitch black darkness for what seems like forever. It’s been too long, so long, that you’ve forgotten what the world looks like. It’s like one day you’re helping your family tend to the farms when rough hands grabbed at you, and you’re shoved in a cold, dark cellar before you could even say good bye.
Oddly enough, the servants – or at least that’s what you assume they are, since they’ve been nothing but tight lipped and inherently obedient to a faceless figure – have taken extreme care of you.
Twice a day, they’d open the cellar, the sound of keys rustling and nearly muted footsteps like music into your ears. The slight sliver of light passing through from the outside is immediately concealed within a split second, a black smooth material wrapped around your eyes before they strip you off. Normally, you’d complain and fight back, but you’ve lost all the will to even defend yourself at this point.
You’ve given up a long time ago, and life’s been a lot more tolerable ever since.
Today isn’t any different. Maybe it was hours ago, two servants had came in to wash away the grime and dirt from your body before you felt something combing through your hair. Then, you felt it. A smooth, cold blade running up and down every inch of your body, rendering you immobile in fear even breathing could cut you open.
It didn’t. If anything, you felt a lot smoother, lighter, and freer.
“Is she bare?” an old, croaky feminine voice echoed in the small room, equally wrinkled hands removing the strap of your bra off before she lathers a rose-scented cream all over your body. “Naoya-sama prefers his slaves hair-free, you know that. Not even stubble is allowed, do you understand? Keep shaving her until she’s spotless.”
Naoya-sama.
So that’s where you were. It all made sense now.
For as long as you could remember, that name’s been spoken with terror, the slight tremble of voices and darkened eyes pooled with fear never absent in the presence of his name. You’ve never seen him, but you know enough to understand that he’s a prominent figure especially in your little village. He’s not human, but he’s not exactly a god either – at least, not one that people would willingly worship.
You’ve heard telltales on how his beauty alone had women dropping to their feet, the malice in those eyes of his enough to make even the strongest warriors stick to his side in fear of what he’s capable of.
He’s as old as time and as strong as the steady flow of the river you and your people have always bathed in. It doesn’t make sense that someone as fearsome as he was is living at the mountains where nothing but quiet, peaceful people rejoiced, but the more you think about it, of course he’d prefer his people submissive, heads always ducked in fear and shaking in terror.
This whole time, you thought you’d been sold off to a neighbouring clan head because your clan didn’t have enough funds to pay for the latest trade.
In a way, you’d feel a lot luckier if the former had happened instead, because there’s really no proper way of making sound of the fact you’re sacrificed to your own deity, Naoya Zen’in, after not completing your offerings to him for ten whole moons.
It’s bad, horribly so, and you should be shaking, should be crying, should be wishing for death instead, so then why are you deferential? You don’t complain when two rough hands pull you from the ground and keep your arms tight in shackles at your lower back, vision still obscured by this cloth as you’re guided somewhere – someplace that all the sacrificed women for your deity are received.
Your feet are sloppy and smacking against the hardwood floor, heart pulsing in your tongue for all the wrong reasons. Faintly, you can smell a rose-scented candle and water splashing, but it doesn’t register until you’re immersed under it.
You gasp, hair flattening onto your skin while you look around blindly, struggling to clutch onto something as your feet keep slipping into the tub.
You’ve never been into a tub before; much less recognize the soft, paper-like objects floating into the water with you. Head swaying side to side until water is sprayed everywhere, a firm hand keeps your head in place just as a pumice stone is scrubbed into your skin. It’s not painful, but the rough scraping sensation feels sensitive from your skin that hasn’t been exposed to normal, breathing air for who knows how long.
“Stop moving,” that same elderly voice commanded, and her assistants, most likely, move quickly into extending your limbs until you’re sprawled out everywhere. “We are to make you perfect, presentable, lavishing in front of our deity himself.”
“B-but —”
“You have no right to speak!” You’re left stunned as your cheek bruises red, lips wet from the water as you pant. The sting on your skin becomes more pronounced, but you dare not speak, opting to keep your lips shut instead. The elderly woman takes notice of your behaviour, humming before she makes you stand up, that same blade swiping down your exposed regions. “You learn fast and submit well. I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.”
“She is gorgeous too, my Lady.”
“She should be,” comes a retort, your jaw clenched as you keep still. She forces your legs further apart until you’re embarrassingly exposed, the rose petals in the water sticking into some corners of your skin. “If she was not, she’d be dead already. It’s her pretty face that’s keeping her alive at this point.”
Everything is a blur after that.
One moment, they’re shaving you, the next you’re thrown from one body to another. They perform all sorts of things – towel drying your hair, exfoliating your skin, plucking your eyebrows to perfection before applying a shimmer to your cheeks and something sticky and glossy to your lips, then finally you feel the warmth of silk robes you could never afford even if you work yourself to death caressing your body.
After that, you’re locked inside a much bigger room, the blindfold falling off your face slowly.
You blink in surprise.
The room isn’t that dark, but dim enough, and your heart beats louder in your chest when you see the size of the room. It’s ten times bigger than your village meeting point, a large tatami bed sat in the middle. From one side, a window is open, allowing you to see the white illumination of the moonlight that looks hauntingly romantic.
Candles are lit on either sides of the room, and your gaze lands on odd whip-like weapons placed proudly on the walls.
Your legs are wobbly as you stand, life just coming back into your unused muscles. Making your way towards it, you reach out to touch this...weapon that’s still somewhat coated with the stench of blood. It’s immaculately clean and the leather is shiny, though it’s clear this has been used for far more gruesome situations before.
I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.
You recoil your hand that’s a breath away from coming into contact with it, terror plaguing deep into your bones as you take a step back.
You’re a sacrifice, an offering, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice – you’re brought here to die, and your god would kill you himself. Others may have considered it an honour to have died from the mercy of his hands, your oh-so divine lord who’s brought prosperity and wealth into your land, but you turn away, breathing hard as you make a break for the door.
But you never made it.
Your back lands into someone’s chest, a slight gasp falling from your lips before you’re pummelled into the ground, strong hands pinning your arms above your head. Eyes widening, you come face to face with your deity, his fox-eyes lined with dark kohl sharpening his already predatory features, ears pierced with tiny skulls and black dots.
His knee nudges your leg open and you groan, the sound making his eyes dart at you in warning before he smirks upon seeing you make no move to get away from him.
“As I’ve heard,” his deep voice cuts through the eerie silence of the room, the night so mute not even birds or insects cricketed at the presence of your deity’s need to have you for himself. “You are a compliant little lamb sent to the slaughter,” you shiver as his fingers run to caress the side of your face, his free hand undoing the knots that keeps your modesty. Naoya hums deep in his throat when the cloth falls to the sides, revealing perky nipples that pushed closer and closer to his awaiting lips at each heavy breath you took.
“You are stunning,” he praises, using a thumb to graze over the hardened bud. It’s barely a touch, but you’re sensitive, wholly new to this that you whimper. The sound is humiliating and utterly pathetic, your teeth coming down to capture your lips.
This displeases him entirely and Naoya taps your lips open, glaring at your wide, fearful yet aroused gaze. “You do not ever conceal such shameful sounds when I’m above you, do you understand?” You nod shakily, freeing your lip from its confines. Naoya snickers, chest puffing up with pleasure before he leans back to his calves, pushing the rest of your robe to the side until you’re completely exposed to him.
Your breathing grows more laboured when Naoya spreads your legs open, smirking as you whimper at the stretch of having your knees flattened by your sides. Legs placed on top of his knees, your elevated posture gives him more access to your bare pussy, his gaze zeroing in on the gleaming arousal that’s beginning to form on your lips.
“So fucking wet,” he comments, using both his thumbs to pry your pussy apart. You moan at the sensation of him pressing down on a part of you that you don’t know existed, and Naoya laughs, the sound sinister yet erotic. “You’re a virgin.”
It’s not a question – it’s a statement he takes pride in, especially because he knows he’s the chosen one to take something precious away from you.
“I’ve always loved virgins,” Naoya’s hands roam all across your body, slowly, sensually, passionately, the rough, calloused hands running under your legs to hitch them up behind his broad back, to cup your soft ass before he cups your pussy, groaning into your neck when he feels you leak and he’s barely touching you to begin with. It makes his ego swell when your hands wrap around his neck; he hates being touched by mere, lowly mortals like you, but you are undeniably gorgeous and so wanting of him that he allows you just this once. “Always so sensitive – do you want to be good for your deity? Hm?”
“Y-yes!” you cry out, eyes snapping shut when he suddenly inserts a finger in.
The feeling is foreign yet not totally unwelcomed, but you grimace anyway at the slight sting his digits bring. Naoya pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy to coax your arousal to drip further into the sheets like a waterfall, your nails digging into his robes while he watches you with a smirk. He laughs when your eyes widen at the second finger pushing in, thumb rubbing over your clit until your legs tremble around him.
“Virgins are always so gorgeous once they finally learn of pleasure,” he scoffs to himself.
You look at him straight in the eye, mouth falling open while small gasps fall through at the speed he’s pushing into you at.
Something begins to form in your lower bally until your body grows utterly warm, something...something close about to snap when he pulls his fingers out of you, throwing his head back in laughter when you cry for the first time that night.
Naoya stares at the way your gaze darts from his cum-soaked fingers back to your drenched core, brows raised cockily before he stands up, his figure looming over you. “What? Got something to say?” you only whimper in response, closing your legs as you try to provide answers to the brooding confusion punching at the back of your skull.
The sound of faint rustling brings you back to life, your eyes snapping to witness your god undressing himself, the robes falling from his shoulders too wonderfully that the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing.
Fat cock standing tall and proud, tip red and glistening with pre-cum and a body carved by fellow gods himself, the rumours were right.
He is beautiful, and it’s no lie that his slaves aren’t really slaves to begin with, not when all of them have been so eager to please him, just to have a taste of this divine being that stands before you. Naoya easily reads your face; from the slightly parted lips, thighs rubbing together and hands looming dangerously to your core – you look so needy it’s actually fucking pathetic.
He’s slow in his movements, languid and taking his time because he’s got time and more in this world that he never cares about wasting something he has a plethora of.
Naoya makes himself at home above you again, basking in the way you’re struggling to breathe even without his hands on you. It doesn’t take long before he pushes two of his fingers inside your mouth, clenching his jaw when you open your mouth submissively, innocent eyes blinking up at him as you take your juices into your mouth.
You’re a natural at this, he observes, tongue expertly swirling around his digits until you’ve licked it clean. Naoya pats your cheek affectionately, his own way of applauding you for your work.
Under him, you grow shy and abashed, arms covering your bare breasts because he’s a god, why should he be pleased with you?
Naoya doesn’t give you enough time to think before he’s hauling you upwards, your shoulders shoved back onto the ground. You kneel below him in prayer and he tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him, or rather his cock that’s slipping past your lips. You gag when he pushes his length all the way inside, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.
Naoya sighs at finally being taken in – you should be grateful he even fingered you – his hands guiding your head to bob up and down him.
You do well at pleasing him even through the tears, clutching at his thighs while you suck in his length and swirl your tongue around the prominent veins. Naoya watches with hooded eyes as your cheeks hollow just to take his whole length in – and again, you’re a natural – so eager to please him too when you keep pushing and pushing, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.
His muscles ripple above you while he lets out a long, drawn out groan, nails scratching your scalp. You feel him twitch inside you and that’s when he takes over, snapping his hips ruthlessly until you’re left gagging and sucking his cock helplessly.
Your saliva is dribbling at the edges of your mouth, looking so fucked out and whore-like while he pushes himself to the edge. He doesn’t care that you’re choking and your eyes are zooming out of focus from not being able to breathe. He doesn’t care that you could die from asphyxiation, he doesn’t care because you’re his sacrifice – if you can’t even do this simple thing, then how else could you prove you’re worthy to live?
You know this too because you force yourself to breathe through your nose instead, wanting to show that you are worthy, that you can please and take him however he pleases you to.
Naoya isn’t stupid, he can see what you’re doing and can read your mind even in his lust-driven state. Nothing edges him more than a good, submissive whore. Now that he knows you’re willing to do anything without complaints, Naoya pulls his cock out just seconds away from orgasm, pushing you back into the mat with a grunt.
“You’re so fucking good for me,” he hisses and pushes both your legs to the side, your body bent and pussy left open for him.
Naoya groans as he slides himself inside you. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but your virgin cunt is still too tight and new to this that you scream around him, subconsciously clenching around him harder.
“You’d do anything for me, yeah?” he challenges, cupping your face while he rams into you hard, uncaring that your walls are beyond abused and a ring of blood is already coating his cock. This isn’t the first time he’s taken someone’s purity, but this is the first time he’s had someone look gratified that he’s hurting them, fuelling him to fuck harder into you despite the steady stream of tears down your face. “Look at you – so obedient,” he pinches your nipples and rolls them between fingers, growling at the way your pained moan sounds more like an encouragement for him to go harder. “You want to please me so bad you don’t care I’m hurting you? Are you so eager to worship me that you won’t even stop me?”
“N-no, my lord,” you manage through the pain, regulating your breathing as you completely break down in tears. Naoya is hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your insides feel like they’re about to burst, and he takes note of this, pinching your clit just to get you to clamp down on him. “Please – use me however you want – please.”
Naoya smirks, pressing your knees flat on the ground before he hovers above you, forearms planted beside your head. At any other given moment, he prefers to fuck his sacrifices with their face planted on the ground because he can’t bear to see how disgusting they are, but you – you’re so damn beautiful it puts his fellow gods to shame.
Now yours is a face he’d like to keep looking at, so he roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them with his fingers, kissing your puckered lips and nipping at them.
You taste heavenly too; his servants did a good job of choosing honey as a gloss. Naoya greedily licks your lips until he’s shoving his tongue inside your mouth the same way his dick is ramming inside your walls, tight, puffy lips wrapped happily around his base.
You’re moaning inside his mouth as he squeezes your breast painfully. Never in your whole life have you thought that pain would feel so good, enticing you to moan louder when the sting finally subsides, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of his thick length rubbing against every ridge of your walls. Naoya pulls his face away from you, his cum and your saliva sticky on your face and he chuckles, the sound stuttered and breathy, brows drawn together.
He looks down to watch the way you accommodate him; this is by far the tightest and wettest cunt he’s ever fucked – ever will fuck – that he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with any random whore’s pussy anymore.
Naoya frowns as anger bubbles up inside him, hatred making his cock swell inside you because how dare you make him wish he won’t take anyone again.
He wants more – want to kill more people, want to fuck more virgins, want to have more blood showering his skin until he’s bathed in glory and gore, but even though you’re the one he’s destroying, he’s slipping on the edge, too lost and hypnotized at the way your tight walls suck him in. Your moans don’t help either; they’re breathy and whiny, so defeated yet so eager to have more that Naoya grips your hips tight enough he might’ve cracked a femur from his godly strength.
Your scream this time is that of pain and loss, grappling on the sheets while white bursts through your eyes. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you overwhelmingly and you fall limp to the sheets, your translucent cum soaking his cock along with the previous blood, but Naoya doesn’t stop.
He keeps slamming into you until you’re mute from oversensitivity, hands cold with sweat and eyes empty while he uses you as his own fuck toy.
He gets there eventually, the room painted with his groans followed by a feral snarl, the rhythm of his thrusts turning sloppy and unbalanced. Naoya stills inside you after burying himself to the hilt, his crotch angrily rubbing at your pelvic bone as he cums. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed spilling inside you in thick spurts. Naoya pulls out with a slight wince, scoffing at the mess you’ve made on his precious dick, but he’s forced to soften a little when he sees both your cum spilling out your hole in a messy puddle, the liquid coating your ass.
Meek as always, you don’t move a muscle when Naoya spreads your legs open, inching his face close enough to watch the way your pussy stutters and legs tremble in front of him.
You’re absolutely ruined – the puffy lips spread out and hole still pushing out the remnants of his cum. He doesn’t bother pushing them back in, uncaring if he’ll get you pregnant or not because it’s not like matters to him. You are nothing but another body to fuck and dispose of under the river once he’s satisfied with you, but he surprises both you and him when Naoya suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he insists on keeping his seed right where they should be nurtured.
Now that he’s sure that will make your belly grow and provide him with a half-mortal heir, Naoya retrieves his robes and walks out the room, the slamming of the door shut similar to an impending doom of an imminent death.
But not yours.
You’ve fulfilled your duty as the death curse bearer of your clan; the greatest and most formidable weapon they’ve been carving to perfection the moment you’re born. The cracks in your bones and bruises on your body immediately heal as you turn to your side, chanting under your breath a hushed whisper of the words of your ancestors who’ve perfectly planned the death of the Zen’in God who’s made his people suffer for thousands of years.
They would be proud of you.
And as a body crashes outside the door followed by the frantic screams of his confused servants, you smile to yourself, falling into a deep sleep upon using your true gift.
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