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The Family Business Ch.13
WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Ch. Notes: short
Summary: Fisk gains a new unexpected ally that deeply affects a member of the family.
An: Short filler Ch. but with a warning. Sorry for the mistakes, just wanted to get something out for yall. Also fear not, we will be getting the very essential "date" chapter soon, but first some world building yknow.
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With the way life had been treating you lately, the ups and downs, you felt as though this should be harder. You felt like there was a funk or depression that should be settling into your mind, but there wasn’t. There should’ve been anxiety building up, but all you felt was calm.
After the beating you suffered you thought you’d be more on edge. However as your body healed itself, you found yourself at ease. There was something smug about your survival. Perhaps it had to do with the blossoming relationship that you had been reveling in.
Throughout the years you had prided yourself on changing and morphing into someone with a tough exterior and an even stronger interior. While you never regretted becoming that way, you admit that in it you lost some of your personality.
You were so much more than a victim of the abuse you had suffered at the hands of your mother. As you grew, after separating yourself from her you were set on not ever being a victim again that you hid everything that you thought made you vulnerable.
Your likes and leisurely activities all of sudden seemed like weak points. The only one who was able to make you let your guard down was Pietro.
Now however, having Wanda and Natasha by your side, you find yourself on a path of rediscovery. You feel like you’re coming into yourself again. The women are the perfect models of work life balance and you think it’s everything you’ve been missing.
The can go into the office work diligently and complete their jobs, but also clock out and relax. The enjoy themselves and they enjoy you.
Wanda personally loves seeing you open up a bit more, after seeing how much of yourself you pushed down. Natasha finds herself collecting bits and pieces of information about you that she plans to commit to memory.
In the very back of your mind you think about how quiet the streets have been. You expected Fisk to brag about your beating just like he did with Dragos. However there had been no commotion, and the intel that you were getting didn’t indicate any attacks soon.
It was eerie and you would've dwelled on it in the past, but Natasha and Wanda reassured you that everything was under control. Natasha constantly let you go over her team strategies to show you she was utilizing the soldiers given to her.
They tried to keep you out of the office for your recovery, but you just found yourself working from home until your ankle was healed. As soon as you were able, you stepped back into the office.
While you had made nearly a full recovery, you could not say the same for Dragos. It pained you hear that doctors have reported a stagnation in his progress. Flora relied that certain doctors were starting to suggest pulling the plug as a feasible option. The entire family was adamant to oppose any talk of such actions.
“Baby?”
Your eyes leave your compute to see Wanda and Natasha entering your office.
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Natasha speaks, “We were wondering if you wanted to grab dinner tonight?”
You nod, “For sure.”
Wanda clarifies a bit, “Like a date, Y/n.”
Your eyes widen a bit, but you nod excitedly at the prospect, “Even better, of course.
“We’ll go home, get ready and go from there?” Nat suggests.
“Can’t wait,” a small smile plays on your lips.
Everything about this has felt casual and you love that, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t want to have the typical romantic experiences. This would amongst the first few dates you three had gone on.
Pietro storms into the office breaking up the relaxed atmosphere they had been sitting in. The man looks like he is complete emotional distress.
“I need to talk to Y/n.”
His sister wants to question him, but with one shake of your head she pulls her wife out of the office.
“What’s wrong, Piet?”
He doesn’t hold it together much longer as he signals he needs a hug. You stand up quickly and wrap your arms around him. You feel his tears hit his shoulder and admittedly, your worry multiplies.
“Monica,” he says in his broken tone.
You rub his back soothingly, “What about her?”
He pulls away, “ Two months we lasted, Y/n. I had asked her to be official she said yes, but she’s ended things with me.”
“Oh Piet.”
He shakes his head, “It’s worse than that. She indebted to Fisk, Y/n. She owes him money and favors, she never told me because he’s never come to collect. But now, he’s cashing in.”
You frown deeply, “So she’s protecting you.”
“I need to be protecting her,” he grits his teeth.
You feel for your friend, you don’t believe you have the right words to bring him comfort, “ But you don’t know how.”
Pietro has a new fire in his eyes, “With a bullet in his skull. He’s tried to take everything from me. Papa, you, and now the love of my life.”
You knew the man could be hotheaded at times, and for once you knew he had every right to be. Yet, you couldn’t justify him doing something irrational.
“When the time comes, he will be dealt with,” you say.
Pietro shakes his head, “Nothings happened since your attack, everything is settling. This war will drag on and on if we let it."
“We can’t tear apart the city for no reason, Piet. It’s a bad look from us,” you try to reason with him.
“I know that, but it’s not what I want to hear.”
He slumps down on your office couch with his head in his hands. You sit next to him and rub his shoulder.
“How about we do something tonight, like old times? Something so that we can feel normal for once,” you suggest.
“I can’t even text her because what if she becomes a pawn in this scheme,” he sighs.
“ We’re hanging out tonight. To take your mind off of this, even if it’s only for a moment,” you speak sincerely to him.
He nods slowly in agreement, “Fine, but only because I don’t want to be alone and maybe I’ve missed you. Wanda too, I miss when timed were simpler.”
You get a little excited, “Tonight, me, you, Wanda, Natasha we can do something together. It’ll be reminiscent of old times.”
Pietro agrees and you let him stay in the office as you work. You texted Wanda and Natasha filling them on the details. They were understanding about having to cancel your plans. Natasha also took note of Monica as one of Fisk’s new allies.
The three of you brainstorm to come up with some plans to help your friend for the time being. The night still had promise and none of you wanted to waste it.
Unfortunately for you all, the sir was about become ten times more suffocating and no one would see it coming.
Fisk knew you all would become complacent sooner or later, drop you guards prematurely. He was watching unfold and getting ready to strike again, however this time, he planned for the kill shot.
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Kids Anger Part 4
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 ~
Kid X Fem Reader X Killer
The first thing is blinding numbness. Slowly becoming aware of your body, heavy and unmoving. You feel so tired yet you still try to move. Barely twitching a hand before practically flinching in pain. The subtle movement woke up the rest of your nerves as you try desperately to relax rather than tense up. You can feel your face scrunch and surprisingly it’s the only thing that doesn’t hurt, although it is sore and stiff. As the pain settles into your senses and you calm down, you can feel a blanket on top of you, even something stuck to your arm. Your shoulder and back ache the most but you don’t dare move for fear of another wave.
Finally, you allow your senses to open a little more and you can hear more of what’s happening around you. This felt like a dream, despite all the pain, you felt as though you were floating and sinking, heavy and light, truth be told if you were more aware the feeling would make you dizzy. There was talking happening but you couldn’t process the words, a hurried voice and some footsteps. You tried to turn your head in hopes of listening in but immediately stopped the second pain became too much.
You instead decide to relax your face, trying to open your impossible heavy eyelids. They felt glued shut as you slowly pried them open. Light quickly assaulted your eyes and quickly snapped them back shut, not prepared for the blinding light. This was frustrating, you couldn’t do anything, every small movement was torture, you couldn’t focus on anything without your head spinning. Despite all that you could feel movement on the bed around you, a light touch to either of your hands something cold that had made you slightly flinch to your chest.
Despite your best efforts to understand anything it was too much. You couldn’t think about anything, couldn’t move without pain, couldn’t listen in on what was said. The heaviness of your body was calling to you and you couldn’t resist it forever, so just as quickly as you had ‘woken up’, you were forced to go back to sleep.
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Kid paced the floor side to side. Kid sitting by your bedside. The doctor just left the room after checking over your condition. Killer had rushed for him when they saw you twitching a little bit but by the end of it you were still asleep and unmoving, the doctor reassuring the two that you just needed more time to overcome your mind and recover, reminding them to continue talking to you.
The poor doctor in question, who was practically forced to treat you, had slowly become use to the scary captain’s insistence on your condition. He was terrified when some of the pirate’s crew had barged into his office and kidnapped him to see his newest patient, but he was able to convince them to move you to the actual hospital, and despite being intimidated, they were paying him quite handsomely even when he gave vague news of your recovery.
Remarkably your wounds were starting to close, and the doctor, despite not approving of the methods used, was amazed at how clean and precise the gashes and stitches were. As it would turn out, using whiskey and rum to clean out your bullet wound every day had gotten rid of the infection by the time the doctor was looking you over. He saw the signs of slight blood poisoning but you seemed to have been able to fight it on your own, still though the IV bags you were getting included anti-biotics.
One of the two were always at your bedside, that is until even the doctor forced them out so they could take care of themselves, another crew member opting to tag in when they were away. It had been 4 day’s since being in an actual hospital and other than an emergency surgery when you got here to double check all the sutures and closing up smaller gashes you seemed to be healing well.
“Why isn’t she opening her eyes?” Kid paced before going to your side, Killer already sat on one side unmoving, studying your face.
“She is most likely still in shock. It’s a miracle she’s still alive with what crude methods you used but she’s fighting.” The doctor place the stethoscope to your chest to check your heart, “She’s breathing much better today. It’s no longer labored,” A nurse in the room was writing the updates down.
“And when will she wake up?!” Kid practically barked making the doctor flinch. Despite getting use to it, the person in front of him was still a notorious pirate captain.
“With any luck she’ll wake up any day now. But as I’ve said before her injuries themselves were enough to kill a regular person 5 times over. Her shoulder alone should have put her in her grav-“ The doctor stopped talking when he heard a punch behind him, no doubt to the already ruined wall, “She’s lucky to be alive Mr. Kidd. I cannot promise anything but I believe she’s been trying to wake up this entire time.” The doctor walked over to the nurse looking over the notes and discussed more about some treatments before handing the clipboard back. “If you need anything else, I’ll be right down the hall,” He added before walking out, knowing they’d tear apart the hospital if they couldn’t find him quickly.
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You wake up again, this time though with more determination, you don’t feel as exhausted as you had in the past. Your body, while still painful and sore, no where near as bad as the first time. You’ve slowly been able to make out the words around as time went on. A part of you couldn’t really believe that Kid and Killer were there. It felt more like a dream.
When you had passed out in the cell you had thought the image of Kid in front of you was a hallucination, and now that you hadn’t opened your eyes it felt like it had gone to auditory. You’d never known your Captain and lover to whisper so softly, nor had you ever thought you somewhat shy lover to encourage you to wake up if not only to beat kid up. If you could you would have chuckled when you heard to words reach your ears.
You feel a hand in yours and can hear gentle snoring and it takes some energy but you finally open your eyes, expecting to be blinded again you’re stunned more at having to adjust to only the subtle light from the moon coming in the window. You look down at your hand, seeing a sleeping Kid resting his head next to it. His snoring become all the much louder the more you wake up. You glance towards the window, not moving your head much and notice a figure in the corner.
A small smile falls on your lips as you try to speak, but notice just how weak your voice is. Killer comes closer to you, grabbing a glass of water and helping you drink it slowly, “Don’t speak, you’ve been out for nearly 3 weeks.” He whispers and you nod you head slightly while leaning further back squeezing Kid’s hand unconsciously. “Y/N.” Killer’s voice was serious and strained, and you watched him kneel down while taking his helmet off to look at you straight on, “You scared us. So much.” His voice was soft yet serious as he slowly took your free hand and brought it to his lips, holding it there with a gentle kiss.
Killers body shook and you couldn’t help but to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Don’t leave us again,” His voice was weak but it held a determination. The snoring to your right suddenly stopped for a second and you shifted your eyes to Kid. He stayed stilled and after another second or two the snoring resumed with a sharp inhale. You felt a chuckle bubble up into you, but it sent you into a coughing fit.
Quickly Killer rose to his feet grabbing the water again before rubbing your back. All the noise finally woke Kid up which shocked you as he normally slept like a rock, not even a scream would wake him and he jumps up getting his bearings.
Finally, his eyes land on yours, your wide-open eyes who were looking back at his. He grabs both your shoulders, patting them, both his real hand and his metal hand patting you until both hands are on either side of your face, moving it side to side in disbelief. Killer reaches over and slaps Kid up the back side of his head.
“Y/N?” Kid asks and you nod and he lets out the longest sigh, both his hands flexing open for a while before relaxing, “I’m. I’m sorry Y/N.” He stands there like a kicked up puppy, not knowing what to do, looking at the floor and you can’t believe what you’re seeing.
A laugh is making it’s way up your throat and you can hear Killer sigh, already getting the glass of water again as Kids eyes widen, saying he was going to get the doctor, leaving the room quickly.
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You’d been back on the ship for about a month now and while you still felt aches and pains you were healthy enough to do everything you had done before the incident. Most people had started to treat you the same, although with a bit of caution, a while ago. Killer still worried and watches you from afar constantly but never stops you from doing what you want.
Kid on the other hand was afraid to touch you. For the longest time neither of your lovers join you in bed, making the already large mattress all the lonelier. With some convincing both had joined you in bed, but the second you moaned out in pain in your sleep Kid immediately left, worried he had hurt you somehow.
Kid and Killer had gotten into multiple fights ever since, Killer on your side of sharing the bed as you had broken down to him of how lonely you felt, meanwhile Kid on his own side of thinking they’ll accidently hurt you. The night in question, you had a dream of being trapped in the cell again, the memories of being whipped until the Marines in charge were satiated with how much blood was pooled around you. And while Kid treated you gently he kept his distance rarely touching you.
Your anger finally bubbled over when you were tying a knot and Kid came up behind you, taking the rope from your hands and finishing the knot himself.
“What the fuck Kid!?” You snapped, and despite the fact that he was worried to hurt you physically, his fighting spirit was well and full.
“Y/N you’re still weak! You’ll hurt yourself!” He yells back to you, once again towering over you. The rest of the crew seemed to go into auto-pilot, leaving you too to fight as Killer made his way to the deck to watch from afar.
“I’m fine Kid. My shoulders fine. My back is fine. I can walk and talk. Everything is Alright! Let me do my fucking job” you snap back, shoving his shoulder a bit.
He stiffened up a bit, “Y/N, you don’t understand!”
“I understand plenty Kid! You think I’m some weak little flower that need protecting! I don’t need you tip-toeing around me, I don’t need your guilty pity Kid. At least Killer lets me do things!” You yell at him, something in your heart finally settling since you’ve gotten back on the ship.
“That’s not it, Y/N.” Kid snaps back, both his hands grabbing your arms, “You were so close to death… You were barely breathing.” Kid stops squeezing your arms.
You realize what he’s feeling, going through it yourself when he had lost his arm. You grab one of his hand and bring it to your face, “Kid. I’m alive.” You move it to your heart, “It’s still beating. If not for you and Killer I’m sure this would be long gone.” You can hear his breathing hitch at your words. “I. Am alright. I, Am alive,” You bring his hand back up to his face, kissing his palm. “I may be scarred now, but I am here. And I’m not going anywhere.” You can tell Kid has tears brimming his eyes but that he’d never let them fall, “I only wish for you to treat me like me again.”
After a long silence Kid lets out a sigh. “Like I’d ever let you go Mouse,” He scoffs, moving his hand to your shoulder squeezing it a bit. You glance at Killer who is leaning against a wall “Who the fuck you lookin at when I’m right in front of you Mouse. I don’t care if it’s Killer, if he wants some he can come here,” Kid pushes you a bit before leaning down to kiss you.
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Hello! Could I request some Cg! Matt Murdock headcanons please? I saw you just wrote for him and I had no clue you were a fan of Daredevil too so I’m pretty ecstatic right now lmao. Anyways THATS was all have a great day!💜💜💜
Of course I can!! After writing the Valentine’s Day fic about Caregiver Matt Murdock I literally can’t get enough of him! So here are some cute Headcannons for Matt Murdock as a Caregiver! Plus some extra Daredevil type things as well!
Caregiver Matt Murdock Headcannons (SFW)
Matt is probably one of the nicest and gentlest Caregivers out there. Being someone who is extremely sensitive to sound himself, he is never one to raise his voice in anyway to his little one and is always going out of his way to make sure their comfortable.
You met Matt by simply running into each other. You were lost trying to find a doctors office in the same building when you popped your head into the office of Nelson and Murdock. Little did you know the simply mistake would change your life forever.
Matt and you got along so easily. You became quick friends and began to share everything with each other. He shared his secret double life as Daredevil and you shared your secret of regression.
Matt is extremely compassionate and was honored you trusted him enough to not only tell him about your regression but also start regressing with him. When you eventually asked for him to be your CG, he was head over heels. Of course he accepted and here you two are today!
Matt is a judgement free zone. Whatever you want or need for your regression he is all for it! Wanna wear diapers? Totally chill with him! Wanna have a sippy cup? He already bought you two! Aren’t the biggest fan of something? He respects your boundaries and strives to make you comfortable!
His favorite thing to do with his little one is go to the park. The city is loud and sometimes overstimulating. But the parks in the city help drown out some of that background noise.
He loves to go on picnic and lay all day on a blanket in the sun cuddling his little one close. Or he love to sit and listen to his little one running around the playground giggling and playing.
Matt is religious but he NEVER pushes his beliefs or anything of that nature onto his little one. He would NEVER. Whether his little one believes the same thing as him, believes something different, or doesn’t believe anything at all, his motto is that it isn’t his business to mind or care.
Matt is not really a tv or movie type of guy. But he is a big reader! So the two of you have your evening story times together! You settle down in his lap, sippy cup in hand as he reads one of his braille books to you all while you rest your head on his shoulder.
Matt is a big cuddler. Like most heroes he comes home late in the night after a long night of fighting crime. Cuddling helps heal the horrors that he witness. You’re his rock, you settle him down enough to sleep, your heat resting upon his chest is all he need to be able to fall asleep.
When Matt comes home hurt or injured from fighting crime, his Little takes it upon themselves to try and make him better. After all they just got themselves a doctors kit from Claire! It’s got bandaids and all sorts of stuff to help their Caregiver feel better. Matt sometimes feel guilty about it, he feels as though he should be taking care of them not vice versa. But he can’t help but love his little one as they run over with their kit to make him feel better, kissing all his injuries and putting plenty of bandaids all over him.
Oh? You wanna sneak into the kitchen and grab yourself a cookie without Matt knowing? Think again! His hearing is good, too good. “And what do you think you’re doing?” “I’m getting myself a snack.” “Standing on the kitchen counter infront of the tall cabinet where the cookies happen to be stored?” “…” “That’s what I thought get down.”
He’s stern but he’s a massive pushover. He’s too sweet to really be that stern.
Now let’s talk about Matt’s family
While Matt’s birth family isn’t alive, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have one. Infact he has the best family anyone could ask for! Foggy, Karen, Claire, and yes…even Frank at times. All of them love and accept Matt’s little one. Some of them even go above and beyond for them!
Foggy & Karen are in their lives the most, working with Matt will do that. They both adore Matt’s little one. When he brings them to the office they’ll completely ignore Matt and spend all their time giving them all their love and attention. Karen and Foggy will literally fight over the Little! They are his go to babysitters and they are honored.
Foggy is Uncle Foggy and you guess it, he’s the fun Uncle. He’s the type of uncle that sneaks you candy, sticks up for you against your caregiver even if your clearly guilty and breaks all your caregivers rules when they watch over you. He loves to play around and be a goof.
Karen is Aunt Karen. She’s usually a buffer for Foggy’s craziness. She’s kind and gentle. She loves to play with the little one, any game they like from dress up, to race cars, to something simple as a board game. She’s always knows their needs without them saying a word. Her kind gentle nature always put the little one at peace.
Claire and Matt’s little one became friends after they called her in a panic because Matt was badly injured. She arrived and not only took care of him, but also his little one. Being a nurse she’s seen regression so she’s no stranger to it. She’s also prepared for it, having pacifiers, fidget toys, diapers, sippy cups and more. Whatever they chose to take she’s prepared to always make sure they’re at ease. She eventually becomes one of Matt many babysitters for his little one. At first she made a big deal about it, she doesn’t mean a word of it having fallen for the adorable Little. Now their her little medical assistant.
Frank becoming Uncle Frank came as a shock to everyone, especially Matt. His little one once got roped in some bad business and The Punisher saved them. Frank called Matt and explained what happened. Matt expected to come back to his apartment and find Frank and his Little chatting, but definitely not cuddling while he read them a book, doing funny voices for all the characters. He’s never seen Frank so paternal before, so gentle. But his little one brought that father side of Frank out. They’re helping him heal through his tragic past: After that, Frank was added to the list of baby sitters Matt had in his arsenal.
At the end of the day Matt and his family of friends love and accept you for the adorable and fun Little you are!🥰
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The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.
First ever series! Excited! Inspired by the beautiful and lovely @horrorhot-line, read the series she wrote HERE!
Yeoubi - (n. Korean) The sun shining through the rain.
CW! Angst, death of a relative, mentions of scaring.
“Just this last Tuesday, a drunk driver crashed into the vehicle carrying two young girls. The collision caused the death of one girl and led to the hospitalization of the other in the vehicle. We don’t know about the details of the drunk driver at this time-” the tv suddenly blacked,
“You don’t need to be watching that. How inconsiderate,” a woman mumbled, clad in an all-to-familiar white coat, “good morning, how are you feeling?”
You glanced at the doctor. “Good, though my hands and leg are still numb.” You were used to it by now. The doctor nodded.
“Yes,” her acrylic nails tapped the keys of her laptop, “Unfortunately, the nerves in your fingers were severely damaged, while it won’t heal to what it once was, however, over time you should be able to feel touch and temperature, although slightly. Same goes for your leg,” she said, but gave you a small smile. “It might not feel like it, but you’re incredibly lucky.”
“I could have ended up like my sister, right?” You looked out the window, spotting a small nest of dovelings on the outer windowsill, their mouths being stuffed by their mother’s beak. You missed the doctor’s frown.
“Your parents should be here shortly.”
You looked at your fingers, flexing them. Save for the small scars that lined the underside of your fingers, they were scarless. Carefully moving the bedding from your legs, you looked at your leg. Despite the gravity, few scars remain from the surgery on your thigh.
‘It’s almost as if someone willed technology to be better overnight.’
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Your mom’s eyes welled with tears as she entered your room. Her hands were chilly as they cupped your face, letting her look at you before she pulled you into a tight hug. Your eyes landed on your father, widening and welling with your own tears as he sat at the other side of your bed, quietly letting his tears run down his face, his hands taking yours. You couldn’t feel them.
“Mom… Dad,” you whispered, your voice wavering as sobs threatened to squeeze your throat closed, “I want to go home.”
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You blankly stared at the light that sat directly above your bed, watching a moth squirm frantically as it got a little too close to the beam. Your parents stood right outside your room with that acrylic wearing doctor. You only caught fragments of the discussion - a year of therapy, possibly more, discounted experiments, Germanium. You gave up on listening.
A nurse quietly entered the room, pushing a wheelchair. “Hello! You’re being discharged!” She said, a happy aura radiating off of her, “Let’s get you into the wheelchair and meet your parents! They went into the lobby to sign some papers.” You looked at her, thanking her quietly as she took your hand, pulling you upright, and helping you swing your dud-leg over the bed, before settling into the wheelchair.
The car bumped occasionally as it drove along the highway. You looked out the window. It was so quiet. Tears threatened to slip past your lashes. Usually the radio was quiet because your sister was talking not because she was gone.
“Honey?” Your mom asked, looking back at you, “Are you alright?” She looked no better than you did, even though she hadn’t been in the wreck. She was thinner than usual, her eyes heavy with bags, and tears stained her cheeks. You nodded once.
“Just… missing her.” You whispered. Looking back out the window.
You missed the way your mother squeezed her hands to her heart, and the way your father gripped the steering wheel.
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Unplanned Consequences (Part 5: Patton) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series-The End]
Fandom: Sanders Sides
Relationships: Patton/Logan
Characters: Patton, Logan, Virgil (mentioned), Roman (mentioned)
Summary: Sometimes... things change.
Notes: This takes place after Best Laid Plans
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
“Hey Lo,” Patton said as he walked into the living room. Virgil had officially moved into an apartment with Roman a few days ago as the spring semester was starting tomorrow. This left Patton and Logan living alone together in the house for the first time since… The Incident.
Patton had just finished cleaning up dinner after getting Logan settled on the couch. The TV was on, but Logan was currently staring past it into space, something he never used to do, but had become a frequent occurrence since getting injured. It worried Patton a bit, but he tried not to think about it.
Logan looked up at him as Patton said his name. He didn’t smile softly at Patton like he usually would have. It made something clog in Patton’s throat.
“Hello,” Logan said.
“I… made us both some tea,” Patton said, holding out the tea mugs as though for his approval.
“Thank you, love.” He still seemed distracted and distant. He turned back towards the television.
Patton nodded and then walked over to set the mugs on the coffee table. Then, he sat down on the couch next to Logan. Years of instinct told him to scootch over closer until their arms and legs intermingled, but he hesitated.
Logan either noticed his hesitation, or noticed his deviation from the norm, because he glanced over at Patton. He lifted the arm closest to Patton and Patton instantly took the invitation, moving closer to curl up under his arm.
Logan pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
It was silent between them for a long moment, only the sound of the television droning on breaking the quiet. The news was on, Patton noted. There was coverage on a supervillain attack Prince had stopped the night before.
“I think I need to retire,” Logan said out of the blue.
Patton drew back to look at him in surprise. “What?” he asked. “You’ve been given medical leave until next fall. You’ll be more than recovered enough to go back to teaching by then.”
Logan looked at him for a moment and then gave him a wry smile. “I wasn’t talking about teaching, my dear.”
“Oh,” Patton said blinking at him. “Oh.” He took a moment to process that statement. “But you… you want to retire?”
“I wouldn’t say want,” Logan said, “but I think it may be the most responsible course of action.”
“You… I know you’re struggling with the leg and everything right now, but you’ll get better.”
“Patton,” Logan said, “you’re a doctor.”
“Exactly!” Patton said, feeling oddly defensive for a reason he couldn’t place. “So, I know exactly how people heal from injuries like yours. You’ll need time, but with physical therapy and…”
Logan cut him off. “With physical therapy,” he said, “I will get much better. I will perhaps walk again, maybe even without a mobility aid eventually, but Patton, I’m 57-years-old. This severe of an injury is not going to heal quickly or completely.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m getting old,” Logan said. “I’ve been slowing down, and this will not help me speed up. Being Bluebird is physically… and mentally demanding. I won’t be able fully meet those demands again after what happened.”
“That’s not true,” Patton said even though he wasn’t sure of that himself.
“It is,” said Logan. “It’s always something that would happen eventually. This has just… sped up the process.”
“You’re catastrophizing,” Patton said. It was probably an ironic statement to make when Patton’s words sounded so much more upset than his husband’s. “You’re making a rash decision because you feel bad now, but…”
“This isn’t rash,” Logan said, evenly. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot in the last months.”
Patton didn’t know what to say to that.
“Besides,” he said, nodding at the TV. The news had cycled around again while they talked, back to Prince, back to Roman. “I’m not the city’s only long-term hero anymore. Roman had been doing well before and is doing even better now. I will continue to help him on his journey, and it won’t be an immediate transition. Bluebird will still make a few appearances, but I do think it’s time. For my own sake and ultimately for this city’s too.”
Patton hesitated. Logan was right, of course, that this was inevitable. It’s just that Patton had never really thought about it. He didn’t want to think about it, especially now when Logan was still so hurt in multiple ways. He’d been telling himself that eventually things would go back to normal, but Logan had just confirmed Patton’s greatest fear: they wouldn’t.
It felt selfish to be upset, but Patton really couldn’t help it. Patton felt himself gripping onto Logan’s sleeve for support even though support was Patton’s job right now. He felt tears in his eyes, but he resisted letting them fall.
“Are you okay?” Logan asked.
“I…” Patton said. A couple of the tears escaped. “It’s just… I’ve never known a Logan that wasn’t also Bluebird.”
Logan sighed softly. He gently removed Patton’s grasping hand from his shirt sleeve to hold it in his own. “Things change,” he said, doing that thing where he stared into the distance again, “labels shift.”
A/N:
And that my friends, is the end of Sometimes Labels Shift.
It's been a long time coming and I'm feeling a bit emotional even though it's not the end of the Labeled Universe. We're just moving on to the next chapter.
All of our favorite Labeled characters will return in the new sub-series named Envisage. I hope to see you there.
#sanders sides#logan sanders#patton sanders#logicality#labeled universe#sometimes labels shift#last fic that will be tagged with that#sadge#adriana writes#not pieces fic
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You decided to go with IVF in order to have kids, and you find a doctor willing to do it for almost free, so long as you come back to his clinic for all checkups, and to give birth. You rationalize the discount, maybe he's just starting out.
After the procedure, you are informed it was a success! Only one of your embryos implanted, but you're just fine with that. You start showing early, and it feels like your skin can't keep up with the growth. At every checkup, he informs you that your baby is healthy, if a little on the chunky side. You can't shake the feeling that something is off though, but the doctor reassures you that all IVF mothers worry.
Then when you start to feel movements, it feels almost like popcorn in your belly, and you wonder if that's normal. You're starting to really get huge, and even though you only see one baby on the scans, you swear you can feel more than four limbs and a head pressing against your insides. Finally, the time comes, and your belly looks massive. Your labor feels short but intense, as though your body is more than eager to evict your giant baby. Finally, when your baby slides free at last, you feel exhausted, and relieved.
The Dr hands you your baby, and rubs your still huge belly. "Alright, take a quick rest, and then we'll get the rest out."
'the rest'? You're confused, but a dreadfully cold understanding settles on you. Over the next 12 hours, you push out three more babies, but each is carted away as soon as the umbilical is cut. Turns out, the doctor was running a shady surrogacy service under the table, and making a profit on both sides.
I'll be honest here anon, I'm more into the forced pregnancy aspect instead of willingly allowing myself to be artificially inseminated.
That being said, this is quite hot. The idea of being turned into an unwilling surrogate, of being tricked by someone I should be able to trust. This definitely ticks a few boxes.
Add in a shady underground clinic, forced articial insemination and some restraints....
I scream and shout, fighting against the leather straps on my wrists as I'm wheelled into the exam room, a nurse gripping my legs tightly as I try to kick her. I was just meant to be going in for a routine exam...an MOT for my body if you will.
Now I find myself fighting against doctors and nurses I've never seen before. My trousers and underwear are pulled from my body before my legs are secured into stirrups. I wince at the sharp pain as they're stretched wide.
"Yes. She will make an excellent surrogate. I can see many clients bidding for the use of her womb," a male voice remarks as he sits down between my spread legs, as a nurse applies cold gel just beneath my abdomen and another wheels in a tray of instruments.
"Of course they're going to have to wait, we've already had a client pay for her."
"Pay for me? What the hell are you talking about? What are you going to do to me?!" I demand still trying to struggle.
"Hush 7298, it's better if you cease struggling, this isn't a very pleasent procedure as it is. Now take a few deep breaths for me," the male voice orders me, "I'm going to implant a fertilized embryo into your womb. You're going to be helping a very rich couple have an heir of their own. The wife doesn't want her body ruined with pregnancy and has decided you'll be the perfect surrogate," the voice continues, "Of course every client is different, some want their own eggs used, others will want your eggs used, sometimes we'll be implanting other times we'll be fertilizing, it all depends on the buyer."
I can barely breath as the truth comes to light. I try to renew my struggles but I'm given something to help my body relax and make me pliable.
"Yes, she'll be very popular indeed," the male voice chuckles, "nurse, make a reminder to set 7289 up for an egg retrieval procedure, after the delivery and she's had time to heal," the voice adds.
Is this my life? Forced into surrogacy? Forced to bear offspring after offspring despite my desire to never become pregant?
#pregnancy#dark#medfet#fantasy#horror#forcedpregnancy#forced surrogacy#artifical insemination#medical impregnation
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Chasing you Chapter 9 {Complete}
Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.
Warning-police work it gets gory at times and horrible so be aware 18+ smut eventually.
Chapter1. Next chapter. Masterlist
The house was cold, and there was nothing left of this home. The walls had happy photos of times before your diagnosis. You looked at all the memories of Disneyland trips, vacations to beaches. You looked at the next photo, you were in a doctors room. James kissing your forehead. You watched james' smile slowly drop through treatment photos.
There it was, you held the bell, the ringing sounded, people clapping, you could hear it. You had been listed in full remission, and James' face had a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Glass shattered across the floor. You grabbed another frame, throwing it across the room. You ran to the bedroom packing your things. You filled your car with everything you own. Each box solidified the fact that this relationship was over. You grabbed your keys, and you took off the home key off the key ring. You made sure everything was in your car. You laid the last picture down next to a note.
'I'm leaving. You're no longer the person I fell in love with.'
You owed him no other explanation, you didn't tell him where you went it didn't matter. You were free. You locked the house leaving the key under the mat. You didn't want to deal with men for a while. You didn't want to live through this back and forth push and pull of men. You wanted time to yourself with your bestfriend.
"Ken..." You trailed through the phone.
He was sitting in his living room. "Yes?"
"I dont, I don't have anywhere to go." You spoke softly. I'm not quite able to get the sentence out right.
"Did you... is he gone?" Kennedy's jaw slacked in shock.
"Yeah. I packed everything this morning." You were numb. You lost feeling everywhere.
"Get your fine, single ass over here... is exactly what Seresin is going to say when you call him."
"Ken, I'm really not in the mood. I just packed my entire house. Can I stay with you?"
"Um... can we finally talk about how hot the pool party was and have a drink? Hold on, I gotta make a call. Come over, we will sleep and then have a loser got lost party just me and you." Kennedy hung up the phone.
"Seresin, I don't have much time, man. Monroe, she's done with him. Give her some time. She's coming to my place. Just call me your certified wingman."
"Yeah, a damn good one, too." Jake laid back in his tub. The phone call ended.
"It has been a week, Marilyn." Kennedy sits beside you on the couch. He wraps his arm around you like he has every night since the breakup. He held you close. "Look, this is hard, I know, but you have to start healing. You have cried every day. I need you to get up from this couch. Honey, look at me." Kennedy placed a hand on your cheek. "You are incredible. You never deserved the way he treated you. Can you please for me try to get out of this? I'm tired of watching you slowly drown." He kissed your temple and stood up. "We're going out. You're ready for it."
"No, I'm not ready." Your voice never lifts from a whisper. The pain is excruciating. You broke up with a man you were still in love with. It is a very strange circumstance. Just because you are in love doesn't mean you're happy. You saw it, Ken saw it. The entire shift saw the relationship crumble, holding on to a single thread in a sea that is no longer filled with smiles and bonding. You were drowning. You knew it, everyone did. The hardest thing to admit is that no matter how hard you tried, you could never make the wrong person the right person for you.
"Get your ass up now. Go get a shower and get a hot outfit on we're going out whether you like it or not." Kennedy leads you to the bedroom and leaves allowing you privacy. You grab the first outfit you see and get in the shower, the water feeling so familiar to your cheeks, feeling like the many warm tears spilling over.
You get dressed and walk out to the living room.
"Hey Adam Sandler, I said, going out, not to the gym." Kennedy lifted a brow at your clothes. "Go change."
Your eyes fell the ground. "It's all packed in my car still."
"Hey, you know what..." He trailed and walked to his closet. "You are the same size as my sister." He grabbed a little black and beige dress and a pair of beige platform thigh-high boots.
"I know she wouldn't mind if you borrowed her freakem dress." You kept your face in a straight look as he held up the items. He raised his brow. "Babe... party?" He swung the items in front of you.
Your face broke. A smile is finally fresh on your face. "You know I love a party."
Ken opened your door for you. You stepped out at Ultra, the local bar.
The music vibrated through to the outside air. The music got louder as you passed the threshold. Kennedy ordered for you. He brought you a drink, and you both sat down at a booth. The lights were dim. The people around all happy faces, it was infectious. Your lips naturally fell into a smile. Ken checked his phone and laid it face down on the table.
"Okay, so you never told me what happened about the speaker in the kitchen..." Kennedy said, taking a sip.
"It was nothing. Just some flirting." Your cheeks glazed with a blush.
"Shirt thrown across the room? That's a little more than just flirting. I saw the way he was looking at you in the pool." Ken checked his phone again.
"Okay, I was drunk. we didn't kiss. He just did the thing you know. The thing..." You gave him the look.
"The leaning against the wall gets just close enough to leave you weak in the knees. Oh, I know the thing. Read it in my romance novels, which saved my closeted ass a few times in high school. Got girls talking about how hot I was, and it rumored that I was sleeping with girls without me having to sleep with girls." Kennedy sipped his drink speaking only loud enough for you to hear.
"Yup, that thing. The morning we left work I fucking daydreamed about that shit. I was a mess. I just couldnt be with James when I couldnt get this other man out of my mind and after everything that happened, I just flipped out. I started breaking picture frames, packing and just left. Its like I had been waiting for the right time to leave and it never came. I finally looked back and said why the fuck am I here." You finally opened up to Kennedy.
"Yeah and now you've got hot ass Seresin on speed dial. Call him and go to him. Be free my little bird." Kennedy smiled ecstatic that you were finally away from James.
"I don't want to rush. I don't really know him. I know how gorgeous his body is and how his eyes they just..." you paused groaning.
"Babe, 9 o clock." Kennedy smirked. He put his phone back down he had already sent where you both were sitting to Seresin, unknown to you of course.
You sipped your drink looking around the room in the direction he just mentioned. There he was walking in, Jake seresin. His hand slipped to his aviators pulling them off slipping them in his collar with ease. Your eyes locked with his, the room slowed around you. You haven't seen him since the breakup. You took time off work, you had almost forgot the power this man held. The way women looked at him swooning, men sizing him up next to their girlfriends, the room seemed to be his. "Monroe, as I live and breath."
His hand rested on the table as he leaned down. "We've missed you... I've missed you." He sat down next to you.
The room got smaller as he rested his arm over the booth behind your shoulder. You were happy to see him, as much as you wanted to take your time, his body and presence in a room were tempting.
A man you've never seen before walked behind him and sat down next to Kennedy.
"Kennedy, this is Tyler Kraft. He is one of my military buddies. His call sign was cheese. That's what all of us called him." Seresin chuckled and smirked at Kennedy.
"I told him you had a pool." His voice changing like there was more that you didn't know between those harmless words.
"We can all have a few drinks, and if you're down for a party, we can all head back to your place. I'll supply the drinks if you supply the pool."
Kennedy's eyes widened just enough for you to notice. "Y-yeah that's fine." He was caught off guard with a plan change. A plan you had no idea about.
"It's nice to meet you tyler. I'm Monroe. I work with these too." You smiled politely. A new face intrigued you.
"Cop too? I hope you two are giving hangman hell for us." He flashed a smile that held a jewel attached to his tooth.
You giggled politely. The tooth jewel gave you an idea of what was going on, something about the way Kennedy was acting told you he had no idea what was going on.
"Hangman?" You paused, looking up at Seresin. "I'm about to now... with a name like that. " You laughed, looking over at Tyler.
You directed your attention back to Seresin. "You want to go with me to get our first round hangman?"
"Yeah. Good idea." He nodded, offering his hand.
You stood up without his help walking to the bar. You were shield from the pair you left at the table by a sea of people. "Jake, who is that?" You said between gritted teeth protection of your friend boiling in your blood.
"He's a friend of mine. I figured I'd introduce him to Kennedy." Seresin smirked, pride filling his voice in more ways then one.
"Why?" It seethed through your lips.
"Because a closet is lonely. I'm not going to say anything to anyone at work. If I was going to I would have called him out at the pool party." He said quietly leaning to whisper in your ear.
"How long have you known?" Your shoulders softened feeling a little trust seep in.
"I was suspicious the whole time, but the pool party confirmed it. He doesn't know that I know... until now, I guess." He shrugged his shoulders.
Realization set in that he set them up on a date. "They can't be in public on a date... Jake you're an idiot." You quietly yelled.
"OK calm down. I already gave Tyler the run down, and that's why I suggested we go back to his house for a pool party. Have a little faith. I got this. Now what do you want to drink? I'm buying for you tonight."
"Pineapple upside-down and a shot of tequila." You didn't even worry about fighting him on the payment of a drink. You stood on the foot rest of a nearby bar stool.
"What are you doing?" Seresin asked. His brows stitched together.
You saw the way Kennedy was sitting facing Tyler. His body language was very clearly a sign of interest. "Checking on him. They look happy." You smiled looking down at Seresin.
He grabbed your waist and helped you down back to the ground. His hand lingered on the small of your back. "I told you. Now stop worrying and have fun. You deserve it." He grabbed the drinks and you grabbed the ones for tyler and Ken.
All worrying had been swept away. You mind completely cleared of James, and your friend from being outed. You looked at Seresin in a new light. He was protecting your best friend and giving him something he desperately wanted.
A/N tumblr ate my post so we're trying this again!
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#top gun maverick#hangman x reader#top gun fanfiction#bradley rooster bradshaw#hangman imagine#hangman x you#jake hangman imagine#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin imagine#jake hangman smut#hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin angst#jake seresin fic#jake hangman fic#jake hangman x reader#jake hangman x you#jake hangman x y/n#jake seresin x y/n#hangman fluff#hangman top gun#hangman au#jake seresin smut#jake seresin drabble#jake seresin oneshot#jake seresin series#hangman smut#hangman series
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Now that it has been a couple of days and I processed everything and I saw different views on it, I feel like I was too harsh on bi-regeneration. The whole "every face bi-regenerated" it's just a theory/interpretation Russel made on a commentary, and creators are allowed to have headcanons of their own stories. With that out, it doesn't really change anything about The Doctor.
I'm still not too big on how they handled The Doctor's trauma. Having him take a rest is perfect, no issues with that, the problem is that they don't address what is The Doctor going to do once he inevitably outlives the entire Noble family. That's going to be severely traumatic for him and it's the reason he never settles down, which was the whole point of the meta crisis.
I think two ways to explain this would have been:
Have The 14th Doctor talk about it with 15 or Donna, and have him say he knows it's going to hurt him but that he is aware is going to hurt him more to run away. Because of The Husbands Of River Song we know that with enough courage The Doctor is able to live with someone even if it pains them to know he will outlive them.
Don't have The Doctor stuck with the Noble family. Have him be someone who travels NOT for adventure but to settle down in different places with different people, including ones he has met. Maybe you could see this as him still running away from his fears but I think it's a decent way to have him heal while still acknowledging the unchangeable tragedy of his character.
#14th doctor#the fourteenth doctor#the giggle#bi regeneration#doctor who#doctor who 60th anniversary
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The Breach: Part 3
Word Count: 1.4k
Magnus Bishop x Marcus Sharpe
Part 1, Part 2
It was strange, what small things stuck out to you when everything else was massive. Magnus’s whole life had been turned upside down—he’d been brainwashed by an interdimensional force, was nearly abducted to another realm, had his mind invaded by a resurrected ghost, and was forced to perform an arcane blood ritual that fundamentally altered his physiology and gave him strange fire powers—but as he sat next to the open window of Westchester General all he could think about was that he should be cold. It was the middle of the night, he could hear the wind now that he had his hearing aids in, and he knew how cold it got in Westchester but he didn't even feel a chill.
“All this is really not gonna help your insomnia.”
Magnus glanced over at his boyfriend in the hospital bed in the middle of the room. Magnus could barely look at him. When he did all he could focus on was the bandages wrapped around Marcus's neck and shoulder, covering his burn. The burn Magnus gave him.
“You should be resting,” Magnus muttered. He turned to look back out the window. “You have third degree burns.”
“Come here,” Marcus held his hand out to Magnus. Magnus didn't take it for a minute, hesitant to go anywhere near Marcus after what he did, but right now he couldn't deny Marcus anything. He sighed and moved his chair from the window to the side of Marcus's bed and took his hand carefully. “What happened?”
“When I woke up you were unconscious,” Magnus explained, eyes on the bedsheets. “You were burned. Bad. We got you to the hospital but Noah took Val home because he was pretty much dead on his feet.”
Marcus chuckled and Magnus looked up at him in confusion. What the hell was funny about that?
“Dead on his feet?” Marcus snickered. It took him a moment but eventually Magnus realized and he rolled his eyes.
“Yes, Val was a ghost, haha,” Magnus sighed. “The pun was not intentional.”
“Doesn't make it not funny,” Marcus giggled.
“Your sense of humor cannot be trusted, you're on a bunch of pain drugs,” Magnus teased him only for him to be hit again with why he was in pain in the first place. His face dropped. “Your burn is a light third degree. You're gonna need to keep it covered and they're giving you pain meds and the doctor said it could take at least a month to heal. They're keeping you overnight for observation but they should be able to discharge you tomorrow after you talk to the doctor. Then we can go home and I'll start looking for a new apartment for myself when you're settled.”
“Wait, what? Why?” Marcus's eyes widened. He stared at Magnus like he'd just declared the sky had turned green while Marcus was unconscious.
“Why what?”
“Why are you moving out? Did I do something wrong?”
“No!” Magnus held Marcus's hand in both of his and squeezed it. “You didn't do anything wrong. You probably saved my life.”
Marcus closed his eyes but not before Magnus caught sight of tears gathering in his eyes. Magnus hated it. But not as much as he hated the bandages across Marcus's chest. He'd thought about this for hours and he couldn't see another option. He'd much rather Marcus be heartbroken, or even hate him, and live than be in love with him and die.
Magnus tried to take a deep breath but it shook as he exhaled. He'd broken up with casual lovers before and he never had any trouble but this was so much harder. It wasn't just someone Magnus entertained himself with. This wasn't anyone else, this was Marcus. His Marcus.
“I don't want this,” Magnus swore. His voice shook with tears. “You are the best person I've ever met. You brought a light back into my life that I didn't even realize was missing. I've never had trouble leaving things behind but this…this is the hardest thing I've done. I don't know how to control this. I already hurt you once. I, I can't hurt you again. I won't. Or worse I could…I could kill you. For all I know this CAN'T be controlled.”
“With anyone I meet I've always been scared of getting hurt…I've never been scared to hurt someone else. But I've never loved someone like I love you. I wish this didn't-”
“No,” Marcus shook his head.
“No?” Magnus said. “What do you mean no?”
“No,” Marcus glared at him. A full glare, with less anger than determination and pure stubbornness. “You're not breaking up with me.”
“Is that not my choice?”
“Not when you're being an idiot.”
“I'm being an idiot? After all the arguments and fights we've had about me being reckless and you're pulling this?”
“Yes! Because this isn't reckless! I'm not going to leave you to go through this on your own!”
“Damn it, Marcus!” Magnus yelled and shot to his feet only to see a cyan light from the corner of his eye and he looked over to see a fire in the trashcan next to Marcus's bed. “Shit!”
Magnus closed his eyes and forced himself to breathe and calm himself down. He had a death grip on the back of the chair but he managed to settle his breathing enough that the fire dissipated without setting off the smoke alarm.
“I can't control this,” Magnus said again, frustration still in his tone but masked by a forced calm. “I don't even know if it can be controlled. If it can, it's going to take me ages to get it under control. And in the meantime I'm not exactly stable. I could hurt you, I could hurt someone else. You have a third degree burn from trying to help me. I can’t…”
Marcus held out his hand again and this time Magnus took it without hesitation.
“Of course it won’t be easy,” Marcus said. “It'll probably be dangerous and scary too. But if these powers, or Power, I guess, I'm not sure, if it acts up when you're upset I'm not going to let you run away from everyone you love. The people who love you too.”
“But what if I-”
“You probably will,” Marcus admitted. He reached up with his good arm and brushed his thumb under Magnus's eye, gathering the tears waiting to spill. “But it's okay. And I'm not going anywhere.”
Magnus wasn't a crier. But something about those words, about Marcus swearing not to leave even when Magnus was trying to, that had a sob crawling out of his throat. Internally he scolded himself, reminding himself that Marcus was the one in the hospital with burns Magnus inflicted, but once that first sob escaped he couldn't stop. Marcus pulled him down until Magnus was sitting on the bed and then pulled him further so Magnus was leaning over with his head on Marcus's good shoulder as he just sobbed.
This was all his fault. He'd let his fear of abandoning Osiris bring him back to Westchester over and over despite Si's warnings and he's been pulled kicking and screaming into something that had the potential to destroy his life and worse the lives of people around him. Something else he couldn't control was wrecking his life and this time it was all his fault. He couldn't fight this.
“It'll be okay,” Marcus reassured him. “You don't have to do this on your own this time. We'll be there. We can get you some time off to work on this, we can talk to Val and his I think brother which I'm still confused about, we can talk to Osiris and Amalia, you can handle this. We can handle this. I love you Magnus, I love you so much. Even the really really warm, cyan parts of you.”
Even with sobs wracking his body a small laugh came out with him. Only Marcus would make him laugh right now. It was nice. It was the first time someone told him they weren't leaving and he not only believed him, but he wanted that too. It didn't scare him.
“I love you too,” Magnus murmured. “Fine. You win. We'll go home.”
“Hell yeah I'm the best.”
Magnus laughed again. It blew his mind but he knew right then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this complete dork of a man. And damn it, he was going to.
Power be damned.
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Previously on...
or if you want to start from the very beginning go here.
Heros & Villains
chapter: 3
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When he woke up later, Jackie just stared up at the ceiling. He was mulling over his situation and conversation with Magnificent. He was confident that this was Magnificent's home. And, he supposed, that he should be grateful that he ran into him. That he was being forced into bedrest after what happened. He should be, but Jackie couldn't help feel annoyed. Frustrated. And a bit suspicious. What sort of ulterior motives did Magnificent have for helping him? What did he gain from this? He said no catch but... But...
A bit of Jackie's irritation dissipated. He knew. He knew that he had a run in with that strange new villain. Did Magnificent know him? It could be bad for him if that was true. It could be that they were friendly with each other and that this was a big trap. Except Jackie had a feeling that that wasn't true. A little voice of doubt asked him if he knew for sure; and no, he wasn't sure. But despite that it just didn't feel right. He knew Magnificent. That wasn't really his style. And teaming up with that villain? No. That didn't fit.
Jackie sighed. Was he going to leave him locked in this room with nothing to do? He could get up and try the door again. Or maybe the window. Although the odds of him being able to leave the room were slim to none. And who was... Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Then the door was pushed open. Jackie blinked a couple times as Magnificent stepped in while holding a tray with a bowl on it. Then Jackie furrowed his brows.
“It's soup,” Magnificent stated. Jackie opened his mouth to speak but Magnificent spoke up again. “I made it; And no it's not poisoned.” Jackie frowned and scrunched up his face a bit. “I'm joking.”
He eyed him. “About it not being poisoned?”
“In general.” Magnificent offered him a slight smile as he stepped up next to the bed. “Here. You should eat.” When Jackie didn't react right away, he continued. “Your body needs it to help heal. I promise it's not compromised.”
Jackie let out a sigh and worked himself into a more seated position. Once Jackie was settled, he passed the tray over. “Is that what the doctor said too?” Jackie asked as he picked up the spoon. His arm hurt as he started to eat. But he was too stubborn to switch and use his non-dominant hand.
Magnificent watched him for a moment before answering his question. “Yes. He did.”
They were quiet as Jackie got another spoonful of soup to his mouth. “Is, he the guy you were talking to earlier?” he ventured, hoping for more information. Jackie looked up at him when he didn't respond to see him cross his arms. Guess he wasn't going to know for sure. Magnificent glanced over to him before lowering his arms again and starting to the door. “Wait,” Jackie called after him once he reached the door. He stopped and looked back. “Can you just answer something for me? Is this your home?”
He blinked a few times, opened his mouth to respond but stopped, and shook his head slightly as he turned and shut the door as he left. Maybe he shouldn't have asked him that. He just wanted one of his many questions answered. To know for sure. Jackie turned his attention back down to his meal. Maybe he shouldn't be pushing him for answers, he thought after a few more spoonfuls. After all, despite the two of them not exactly being friends, or on the same side really, Magnificent was probably going to be the only person he was going to see during this ordeal. However long this was going to take. If he stuck to his word and let him go that is.
Maybe next time he had a chance to talk to him, he'll ask him for something to do. Instead of just letting him sit here in boredom. Or, maybe, thank him for the food. Since, whether Jackie liked it or not, he had to admit the man made a good soup.
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Lambert's High Priests/Priestess
Lambert has 3 very faithful priests that work with him at the temple. Each came from varrying backgrounds, but happily serve their community.
Ajax is the eldest of the 3. He's happily served at Lambert's side for over 20 years. He came to the cult with his father and younger sister at the age of 23 (about the time Lambert defeated the second of Heket's high priestesses). His father was a potter and showed the small community how to work with clay to make homes and sturdier dishware for them to use. His sister knows how to cook, so she would help with making things for the cult to eat if Lambert was busy, in her late 30's now, she works in the temple kitchen with 3 others.
As for Ajax, he helped the cult with farming but once his father passed away, he took up building homes and buildings for small business.
Lilith is Lambert's only high priestess and a mother of 3. She came into the community roughly 15 years ago at the age of 17 when Lambert rescued her from being sacrificed in Anchordeep. Since her rescue she became anamored by the then lamb. He was her knight in shining armor and would do anything for him. Yet she never confessed her feelings towards him and instead settled down with one of the few doctors in the community. She found her passion in medicine and now works on herbal remedies that are stored at the temple and blessed by Lambert. His blessings give the remedies a healing property that allows for faster healing.
She also works as a teacher at the schoolhouse. Given she's running around all day, she's very tired. She's just grateful Narinder is willing to help her when she asks.
Lastly, theres Leonidas. Being the youngest of the three, he was actually raised in the cult. His parents came into the warm embrace of the cult around the time Lambert defeated Heket. He was only 2 at the time. He didn't have many other kids to play with, so when he was able to fully walk and talk, he would follow Lambert around when he was inbetween missions. Lambert enjoyed his company and taught him new things when he could. When Lambert went to the Silk Cradle for the first time, he promoted Leonidas to high priest. Since then he'd worked as a scholar in the temple and is the one usually fufilling requests around the community.
Here's the three of them in hight compaired to Lambert and Narinder
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LAST THOUGHTS: A DANZEN FANFICTION.
Summary: Post-Season 5 finale. As Chozen heals from his wounds from Silver's attack. Daniel discovers some truths about himself and about the man whose life was almost taken away. This is an old fanfic I posted once on my AO3 deleted account.
Notes: Could be, potentially read as a sequel to Giri(Duty) if you want. They are both written as individual pieces but can be seen as companions.
Daniel demands he stay with them until the injury properly heals. There is hospital expenses and there is a lot of talk with the doctors until they let Daniel take him home. The couch does no longer and the guest room was a mess on such short notice, so Daniel decides it’s best to move him to the dojo, Miyagi’s old house, somehow, he feels there Chozen would be able to heal faster, with a piece of Okinawa to look at every day through the window every morning.
And it does help that he is sleeping there too. No one truly talks about it, but Daniel just feels at ease there, the door to Miyagi’s room now remains open and proud when they get there and Daniel feels the strength of his sensei going through him. He hopes it’s enough to let Chozen heal from all of his troubles. He did so much.
And see, a part of Daniel is angry, foolishly so, that Chozen is doing so much. Going beyond natural borders to make him feel safe, fighting Terry Silver to the death. And the reality of that sinks and leaves him cold. He could’ve won tonight. He could’ve defeated Silver and could’ve lost Chozen. Somehow, it doesn’t sit in life, the concept of a life for a life.
It didn’t settle back then in 1985 when he lifted his hand and made Chozen choose between life and death and the man chose death, but he offered something no one else had for him. He offered mercy and a chance to live. And Chozen, god, he took it. It’s a wonder to witness how much the man had grown since they last met all those years ago. It fills him with something like kindred spirits, or just the feeling of companionship he feels he lost all those years ago.
He was too dangerously close to losing that. Chozen is asleep now. The drugs they gave him for the pain kicked in and the adrenaline left his body and now he was in bed. Daniel makes sure to leave a small light on and water by the table.
He sends a message to Sam to let Amanda know that he wouldn’t be going back to home that day. Daniel had to pick up some clothes for both of them but he didn’t feel like leaving Chozen alone. And well, things were still awkward with Amanda.
The truth was, sometimes, you still love someone but you are not in love with them anymore. And it's been feeling like that for a while, and he knows Amanda feels the same thing. They have been fighting a lot the last couple of years. Too many secrets, too much of his own shit put on her shoulders, it was a miracle they lasted so long. Truth was, he still loves her, she might be, after Jessica and Mr. Miyagi, the best friend he ever had. And needed.
Things had been changing for a while, though, he thinks as he looks through the backyard at the dojo lights outside the room.
He needs to figure things out for himself, and for everyone. Terry Silver was now, hopefully, gonna be behind bars. And if they were to be released, reputation is a wonderful thing. It can be broken down into a dime.
“Daniel-san?” Chozen calls his name and he responds to it all too quickly, moving to his side by the bed. Those brave eyes are tired, but he is awake and Daniel releases a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he was holding on.
God, he can be angry with him later. For now, he is happy he is alive. “Don’t move, okay? The doctor said you need to rest on your side, to avoid putting pressure on your back.” Daniel points out, a hand moving shoulders firmly so he stopped putting pressure.
He can hear Chozen small hai , in approval and looking glazed back at him. There is something there, conflict, perhaps. It reminds him of when they were teenagers in Okinawa, and he saw that same conflict in those dark eyes. They told him everything and nothing. Back then, it scared him, now? He just wants to help unburden some of that pain.
“What is it?“ Daniel asks softly then, taking a seat by the bed, there is an urge to do what his mother would do to comfort him. Brush his neck, tugging him in, telling him all will be alright, but Chozen had never been one for affection. Not on those levels. His affection counted in acts of service, a devotion he never thought possible.
He struggles to speak, through the drugs and the daze, but he finally shifts on his side, looking back at him. “I lied to Johnny-san. At the bar. He mentioned that if someone special was waiting for me.” He seems to take his time then, breathing in, and out. Daniel just nods, hoping to bite his tongue and just follow along.
It doesn’t seem to be an easy thing to voice out. That, he can relate. So he listens.
“No girl waiting. No one . Because the person that is special is already here.” And as he registers what Chozen is telling him, the man nods, as if to confirm the suspicions. Daniel cannot help but to let his mouth hang open, frown now easing as he blinks, once, twice, at the confession. “Here with me. And today, I thought I would lose that person.”
“Chozen. . .``What should he say to make it ache less? He cannot even say if it’s unrequited at that moment because it’s something new and bold. And yes. He could’ve lost him. “You don’t have to speak.”
“ Hai , I do. Almost died. And I was afraid. . .you would be unprotected. And hurt.” There is a shaky breath there, and perhaps out of muscle memory, Daniel reaches for him, a hand wrapping around one of Chozen’s. “To die, with such a secret, scares me. And now, you know. ” It’s so unlike the man before him to be this vulnerable. He saw it before, in unshed tears and lip quivers when they were saying goodbyes before Silver attacked him.
He remembers seeing those same expressions as he helped nurse him back to health. Perhaps he always knew.
Daniel, however, remains quiet. Because the news is not something odd to him, but it is ungrounded. So, he just holds Chozen’s hand, perhaps, a lingering hope for what would come in the future. They got time.
And when Sam goes to the dojo in the morning to give him and Chozen fresh clothes and some warm coffee, she finds her dad sleeping in a chair beside Chozen’s bed while the man is sound asleep.
Their hands are still locked in a strong grip.
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my dnd game is wack y'all / / @wclking-fire.
vash & ariel; scattered across the sands au
"I've already said this once, and you'll only hear it one more time." there would be no doubt embellishments this time around because she hates telling the same EXACT story twice ( same truths, different accessories ).
even so, she rolls her eyes and looks over to her son happily ignoring the two of them, as if they were the least threatening people that could possibly exist, while also shrinking away from seemingly a docile looking woman trying to offer a drink. only to get a glare from momma and the woman backs away from her son, from justin.
"I'm sure you've already heard of my family and I in rumors, in whispers, across this desert environment, with barely an oasis to be seen from." she chortles at the memory of some of the rumors that have cropped up as a result of her happy go lucky family finding themselves in rather terrible situations. "If you haven't, then you've been quite on the run, but for your sake, I'll go over this ONLY this last time."
she takes a breath and settles into her seat as justin clambers onto her lap. "There is no doubt in my mind that you have heard of the Demon of the East. A vicious being with claws and pointed ears and eyes that glow in the dark, a constant looming storm overhead in multiple cities that the "Demon" shows up in. That would be the second youngest, my sibling. They're easily frightened when they don't have their weapons, or if they don't have their girlfriend around. Even worse if they don't recognize anybody at all."
justin leans against her chest while playing with one of his toys that twists and 'breaks' before putting itself back together, like its made of magic of some kind. "And certainly, you've heard of the doctor who is rumored to be able to heal with burns, to heal with things that make you see the night during the day. Surely, you've heard tales of how he has endless water but no one can prove it. Surely, surely, you must have heard of how he has never failed to cure someone of illness that isn't permanent." she scoffs; "That's the middle brother, heart of gold and the best resting bitch face I've ever seen."
but she pauses for a moment, gauging his reaction. pausing to let him have that sink in before continuing on. "The ones I'm sure you haven't heard much of, are my two eldest brothers. One apparently is a ghost that wanders a deserted city, trying to breathe life into a place beleaguered by something far older and more powerful than himself. I don't remember the name of the city, but it has some weird stigma to it."
"The other you probably have barely heard anything of, is a man who would fight for justice and harmony in the name of revenge. He's got a bad habit of finding out everything about places he goes and people he talks to dead last, and it tends to kick him in the ass when it happens. I'm sure there was one thing you might have heard, as I've heard it all the way out here: he was the one who has been rising the conglomerate ranks and trying to measure off water supply to those in need. Yeah. That's my idiot brother."
"Then there's me: the Living Shadow. Rumors have it that I disappear into people's shadows, haunting and hunting them should they ever step out of line or become too much of a problem to the people around them. I've been used as quite a cheesy boogeyman of sorts. I can't help but feel jaded to it all, it's actually quite cute... and my brother in the big city tells me that he's doing well enough, if being occasionally targeted ─ which is nothing new for us."
she clears her throat slightly and looks down at her son, who is reaching for the canteen she always keeps full of water. she easily hands it to him over herself, though she's worn from talking so much, and quirks a brow at the blond man before them both. "So, you got all that down somewhere, blondie? I'm not repeating it again, even if my kid doesn't think you're all that much of a threat to either of us right now."
#♡. ariel.ic ⁄ ⁄ a well earned respite .#♡. trigun.au ( cytosfamily ) ⁄ ⁄ scattered across the sands .#♡. ariel.asks ⁄ ⁄ t pose in gloom zones to assert dominance .#wclking fire#wclking fire [ ariel & vash .001 ]#HELLO. woe upon you. have a sarcastic momma#long post tw#you absolutely do NOT need to match this#this is practically Exposition tm
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"Insatiable" Medic/Sniper (Vampire AU) - Chapter 3
Chapters: 1, 2,
CW: Illness (throwing up)
As the days passed, it got harder and harder to emerge from the comfortable cocoon of his bed. It became far too tempting just to sleep and to drown under a sea of pleasant dreams. He always found a motivation to leave the heavenly embrace of his blankets, whether it was the thought of a nice breakfast, a fresh cup of coffee or a morning at the beach with Jeremy. Today it was different.
It was a warning, a loud one like a siren in the form of foul-tasting saliva. There was a churning in his guts, screaming that something had gone wrong, and he had to puke. He stumbled with a light head to the bathroom and promptly chucked last night’s dinner up into the sink. He was left breathless and with the horrible taste of bile on his tongue. He looked in the mirror in horror, the bags under his eyes heavy and dark with exhaustion. He looked paler, with skin like paper. He looked to his neck, which was now decorated with blackened veins. The day prior it had been patchy and sore. The pain was gone, but he knew that he was only getting worse. He swallowed drily and wiped his mouth. He looked terrible. He felt sick. Hell, he looked sick.
This bite was not benign. A non-infectious one would have healed up by now. Then, a world-shattering revelation hit like a bat over the head.
He was turning.
He wanted to deny it. To refuse to acknowledge it and to pretend it wasn’t there. But he simply couldn’t. He needed to do something about this. He had to fix this. He needed to cure himself and that meant a medical examination. It meant being mocked by his peers. He gulped down water and didn’t dare to touch any more food, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold it down.
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The drive to the workplace was akin to being thrown to the wolves – being his own thoughts and anxieties. He wasn’t certain of what he would do if he were to turn into one of them. He wouldn’t want to live, that was for sure. He’d probably blow his brains out. If the medical bay could cure him, he would gladly suffer the humiliation and embarrassment. It was a faint hope, but it was the only hope he had to cling on to. There was no cure as of yet, but surely they could do something to help him.
He entered the office and immediately, it felt different. Everyone spoke in hushed, panicked flurries, their voices alarmed. It sounded like gossip, bad news or perhaps both. Some glanced at him as he walked by, startled by his sickly appearance. The air itself weighed him down with its dense fear. Dread seemed to linger in the very walls, like a evil presence.
He went down the stairs and he pushed the metal doors open. He strode into the medical bay, his heart pounding in his chest. He was overwhelmed by the scent of rubbing alcohol and the clink of tools. Nurses and doctors dashed around in a hurry, wearing long coats and seemingly in a strangely organised panic. They attended to bedridden hunters, most of whom were groaning in pain. Robin passed by the beds and a sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he looked at the patients. Strips of flesh had been ripped from their necks. Rakes from long claws had torn their arms and legs to ribbons. One poor bloke was missing an eye. Another lacked an arm. One lacked a leg. They talked in drug induced hazes, without sense or reason. They muttered the names of wives, mothers or perhaps friends. Robin could hardly bear to look. Hunters never had severe injuries like this. Usually, it was a scratch or little bite but that was it. But these men had been broken like flimsy, plastic dolls.
He grabbed a nurse by the arm. She looked at him at first with hatred, but her gaze softened. “What happened to them?” He asked, gesturing to the injured hunters behind him.
“From what we’ve been able to gather, they ran into a big one.” She explained. “They were dropped off this morning, mostly still alive without bite marks… which is odd for a vampire attack.”
“Dropped off?” He cocked his head. “Normally vampires kill their food.”
“Yes, well, it’s all very unusual.” She explained, growing restless. “Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get back to work and help these men.”
“Don’t go, I need help, I’m—”
“These men are in critical condition. Unless you are about to drop dead, you will have to come back later.”
She walked away to attend to someone else and a sense of dread drowned his hope. He needed to do something and yet, another option had been taken off the list of possible solutions. Fiery anger boiled his blood and he turned to leave, his breaths shallow with sheer rage. As he stomped towards the door, a weak hand curled around his wrist, stopping him.
“Wait,” A voice rasped. Robin turned to the bedridden hunter and crouched by his bedside so he would not have to strain his voice. “The… the vampire that attacked us all.” He began, breathing in deep with every word. “It called you his friend,” The hunter spat, the distaste seeping into his tone. “It said that it would let us live if we told you to come back to him.” He wheezed. “I promised it when no one else would.” He laughed breathily. “Fuck, aren’t I a coward?”
Robin’s eyes widened. “Nah, mate,” He said, his voice trembling. “Ya did the right thing. If it weren’t for ya, all these men would’ve wound up dead.”
He shook his head, conflicted. “What could a vampire want with you, enough to spare us all, stringbean?” He sighed, clearly suspicious of him. “Maybe you’re one of ‘em.”
“I’m not, mate. I just about blew that same vampire’s brains out the other day.”
“And why didn’t ya?”
He stayed silent at that and chose to move away, damning himself to being called a guilty man. He didn’t like where this was headed. He had no desire to argue or worse, fight with an injured bloke. He let out a long sigh as he returned to the office, where the click of keyboards and quiet mutters filled the silence. He found himself wandering to Jeremy’s desk, drawn to it. Sure enough, he was there, blowing up bubble gum and tossing a baseball from hand to hand. He didn’t look at all busy.
“Yo, Robin!” Jeremy said, smiling as soon as he saw him. “How’s it goin’ man?” His enthusiasm and excitement would have been contagious if he wasn’t so stressed.
“Mate, I need to talk to ya. Privately. It’s serious.” He whispered, feeling like shit for spoiling the mood.
“Oh, okay.” He immediately sounded less excited.
Robin led the way to the front of the building. He held the door open, and they stepped out to the porch, where people usually smoked or had their break. He checked that the coast was clear before he unloaded onto the bloke with the bad news.
“Look, Jeremy… my bite its…” Robin unbuttoned his collar. “It’s better that I show you.” It revealed the veiny, irritated web of a bite.
“It looks bad.” He mumbled sombrely. “Actually, worse than that. It looks like shit.”
“I’m sick, Jeremy. I think I’m turnin’.” He said quietly. “I was in a bad way this mornin’ and I’m only gettin’ worse.”
“Shit.” Jeremy’s voice shook just slightly, a dead giveaway that he was upset. “Didcha see the medical guys?”
“I did but they can’t help me. Too many injured to bother with a man about to turn.”
“You still have like a week, right?” He asked, sounding desperate.
“No, mate. It’s happenin’ quicker than normal. I don’t know when I’m gonna change and that’s why I need to go see someone. I’m gonna sound like a right looney but I’m goin’ up to see Wilhelm. I reckon he can cure me.” He knew how it sounded.
“Are you dumb? He bit you, dumbass!” Jeremy slapped him across the cheek. “He was enough of an asshole to make you turn, too!”
“I know, I know.” He said back, feeling the sting on his face. “I’m desperate, okay? I don’t think I have a lot of time. I’ve seen plenty of bites in my time and this one is somethin’ else. Trust me, mate. It won’t be pretty if I don’t do anythin’ ‘bout this.”
“And you’re just expecting him to cure you? He did this to you, Robin!” Jeremy yelled, shoving him with force.
Robin stumbled back. “But I’m all out’a options! If I do nothin’, I’ll turn into one of ‘em!” He yelled back.
“Robin we can go somewhere else, maybe to the hospital or somethin’, just not to that fucking manor.” He was quiet again, scarily so.
“No, Jeremy. You know they can’t treat bites.” He said firmly. “I have to do this, okay?”
“Don’t tell me you’re going alone to the creepy ass manor.”
“I can’t risk you gettin’ hurt.” He replied. “I have to do this alone.” He hoped the kid would understand. The last thing he wanted was for Wilhelm to use Jeremy to get a leg up on him.
Jeremy shook his head and pouted. He could have sworn his eyes were watering before he wiped them with the back of his hand. “No, you’re a fucking idiot. You are not going in alone like a dumbass, Robin!”
“I’ll keep in touch, I promise. I just need to get this cure then it’ll all be good again.” He said, steeling himself for another violent burst of emotion.
“Robin, please! You can’t go. C’mon, pally. I need you here. You can’t run into that bloodsucker’s arms.”
“Jeremy…” He sighed out and pulled him in for a hug. “I’m not happy ‘bout it either but I have to. You know what the company does if there’s a vampire in their ranks. I have to do this.” He squeezed the kid tightly, hoping to bring him some comfort.
“Just don’t go and die on me.” He murmured with a weak, shivering voice.
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Standing before the elegant, austere gates of the manor was akin to being at the gate of hell and the pearly gates of heaven at the same time. The ghastly, rustic manor made him think of the former, whilst the picturesque countryside made him think of the latter. Robin carefully pried the doors apart and walked along the neat path to the porch. The place was covered in colourful wildflowers that seemed to watch him as he walked past. The gentle breeze managed to crawl under the wide brim of his hat to cool his face. He felt lightheaded, even in the fresh air, serving as a cruel reminder of his diminishing mortality.
Going up the steps made him feel dizzy and he rapped on the door with a weak fist. Only thereafter did he notice the old-fashioned doorbell that dangled from just beside the entrance. He pulled it out of curiosity, and it chimed out a melancholy sort of sound that seemed to resonate in his ears. Within moments, a feeble servant opened the door with a creak. It peered out and it opened the door completely, standing aside to let him in.
“We have been expecting you.” It said with a strange, uncomfortable smile, as if someone had pulled his lips into a smile, rather than it being a voluntary action. The door closed behind him, signalling that there was no turning back. “Wilhelm is in the courtyard. If you would like, I can escort you.”
He didn’t fancy the idea of getting lost in this manor for a second time. “Yeah, that’d be good.”
The vampire strode ahead and led him through several rooms, including a kitchen, dining area and library before reaching the destination and it dawned on him then just how enormous this place was. It opened the door out wide and waited for him to go through. Not knowing what else to say, he thanked it on the way out.
He stepped out into the outdoor area, where chairs and a table had been set up. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought the place was set up for a good barbeque. Wilhelm was on a picnic rug on the grass and utterly surrounded by an army of doves. He sat there peacefully, as relaxed as one can be, dressed in a beige sweater vest with white sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He tossed seeds out for the birds, which the feathered creatures happily gobbled up. One had the gall to take the food right from his hand. It was strange, to see a creature of the night like this, accepted by even the most skittish of animals. Even with the tranquil scene before him, a spiteful feeling brewed inside of him, a cocktail of hatred and anger. He found himself balling his fists and a fiery anger in his throat, ready to blurt vile, hateful words.
Wilhelm turned as soon as he stepped out and smiled, flashing pearly white teeth. “Oh, good! I was wondering when you would arrive.” He said excitedly, the happiness was like sugar in his voice, and it was just about sickening. “I must admit that the wonderful taste of your blood has been on my mind as of late.” His fingertips traced circles in the fabric of the rug. “You saw your comrades, yes? I denied myself the pleasure of feeding just for you.”
“Ya planned this from the start, didn’t ya?” He couldn’t help but let his temper off the leash. The words came out as a bitter snarl.
“Well, not from the beginning, no. But I did discover a little… loophole in our arrangement.” He said, smiling smugly. “You see, you said that I would bite you once, but not if it was to be infectious or not.” He gestured to his mouth as he talked. When he retracted his fangs, he could very well pass as human. “And so, here you are, hoping for a cure to the gift I offered to you.” His phrasing made him feel sick to his core.
“You’re a right schemin’ cunt, y’know that, yeah?” He snapped.
“That’s merely a mean-spirited way of calling me clever.” Wilhelm giggled.
“Fuck you.” He gave the bloke the finger for good measure.
“Oh, don’t be like that. I’m only teasing you.” The vampire dismissed his rudeness with a calmness he could never match. He outstretched a hand to a brown dove, which hopped onto his finger with a little cheep. Wilhelm looked into the bird’s beady eyes, and he chuckled to himself. “If only you could take some inspiration from this beautiful bird, hm?”
“If only.” The hunter grumbled, rolling his eyes. He looked again and his vision blurred to the point where he was seeing two doves. “Look, we’ve got more pressin’ matters than stupid birds. I’m turnin’ and I was told that you could cure me.”
Wilhelm sniffed the air, or him, or maybe both. “There’s no rush, you have a few more hours at the very least. We can do this civilly, yes?”
“Get on with it already!” He barked, striding forward, and scaring the birds away. “I don’t have a lot of time if that wasn’t bloody obvious.” He grabbed Wilhelm by the collar and lifted him up. “Cure me or I’ll bloody bash ya.”
“Threats don’t work with me, Robin.” He sighed out, bored with his efforts. “I would much prefer to talk about this as men do. We are not animals.” He reminded, lecturing him as if he were a misbehaving child. “If you refuse to behave, I will leave you to turn. Understand?”
He reluctantly let go. “Fine.”
“Good, now that you are not threatening to ‘bash’ me, we can talk.” He patted the space next to him. Robin chose to sit a fair distance away.
“Of course, it’s a fuckin’ negotiation. It’s always deals and bargains with ya, isn’t it…” He hissed under his breath.
“Resourcefulness is a vital skill for survival, Robin. I’m sure you of all people understand that.” Wilhelm’s pale hands locked around his own. “So, in the spirit of making the most of things, allow me to present two options to you.”
He shied away from his touch. “Go right on ahead.” He had a feeling he wouldn’t like them.
“The first choice is to leave you with this… gift. By tomorrow morning, you will awaken as a vampire. But before you violently object, I must say that it certainly has benefits. As you have likely noticed, this bite is not ordinary. Your new life would not be either. You will emerge as a half-blood, rather than a pathetic and filthy excuse for my kind like those you see on the streets.” He turned up his nose in disgust at the thought of the average bloodsucker. “You would do very well as a vampire, I can just see it now… dozens of thralls and endless—”
“—No way.” He growled out, shaking his head.
“I thought you might say that.” He sounded upset by the fact. “But I feel you will not be keen on the other choice.” He thought for a moment. “I can cure you, albeit at a cost.”
“Name your price.” He was dreading the answer.
“For your information, it is not negotiable.” Now he was really bloody nervous. “If I cure you, you will be required to stay at the manor as a permanent resident.” He raised a finger to object but Wilhelm kept going. “But, not to worry, just as I said before, it will be a very comfortable life for you.”
“Bein’ a blood bag for ya doesn’t sound ‘comfortable’.” The hunter grumbled.
“But it will be.” Wilhelm reassured. “All of the manor will be at your disposal, including a private bedroom just for you, which will be cleaned regularly and tailored to your standards.” His gaze didn’t leave Robin’s as he talked. He sounded dead serious. “You will be aptly fed and cared for. My servants will also become yours, and so if you were to need anything, you can use their services.”
“And they’ll jus’… listen to me?”
“Without hesitation.” He said with confidence. “And,” He began with a smile. “I can buy you whatever you like – within reason, of course - to make this very enjoyable for you.” Robin almost laughed; he was to be like a spoiled princess trapped in a castle. “Finally - as you have likely inferred - I will be feeding on your blood. However, I will not be forceful with you. I will only feed with your consent.” Wilhelm’s eyes darted to his neck, then back to his eyes. “But do understand that it is a must and cannot be delayed indefinitely.”
“I can’t starve ya, I guess that’s one idea down.” He half joked; the other half was a newfound hopelessness.
“Oh, very funny. I thought it was obvious that you cannot kill me as part of this arrangement.” He snickered. He was sporting a cocky grin, knowing full well that he had won. Robin was caught in his trap and was unable to escape, with no other option than to comply with his captor’s demands.
“So, I’ve got the choice of becomin’ jus’ as vile as you or bein’ your damn pet.” He shook his head. Both options sounded just as despicable as each other.
“It isn’t very pleasant when you put it that way.” Wilhelm muttered, sounding disappointed.
“And tell me, mate, why can’t ya subject any other person on this goddamn Earth to this bullshit? Ya could have picked any fuckin’ bloke off the street but ya had to pick me. Why?” He asked, frustration turning his words into impatient growls.
Wilhelm merely smiled.
In the silence, he realised he had to choose between two evils. He had the option of turning – which he would rather die than do. Or being a vampire’s pet for the rest of his life. This man held the cure. He held his life in his hands. Wilhelm held his freedom, his humanity and every aspect of his being.
But there was yet another choice, though he did not like that one much either. “What’s to stop me from jus’ blowin’ my brains out?” He asked, voice shaking as he gestured to the gun in his pocket.
“I won’t let that happen.” Wilhelm said sternly. “I have prepared you just for this moment and you are not going to escape me.” The vampire stared daggers into him, and his desire to touch his weapon melted away in his mind like wax. It all seemed to dissolve and fade until he was left in a familiar silent, lightless realm except for a soft voice that seemed to whisper in his ears. Warmth enveloped him, like a tight embrace, numbing him and putting him at peace. Time failed to pass at all, coming to a complete and utter stop, bringing him into a garden of nothingness, with kind mutters in his ears.
He heard one word, over and over again.
Choose.
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Life In the Fastlane|4| Fast Saga
04. This is the chapter that we start going into the movie
He had a nasty reputation as a cruel dude
“Your little sister is involved with the Torettos?” Sargent Tanner commented a few weeks later, “And you didn’t know?” Brian shook his head no looking at the series of pictures that were being laid on the table. Mostly from the surveillance, they had going on. His sister was looking a lot better than she had when she was loaded up into the back of the ambulance. “I haven’t seen or talked to my sister in over two years. We had a falling out about my career and how I picked it over her and Roman. And I left after he was arrested.” The words once he had admitted them out loud made him sound even more like an asshole than before, sure he had been wrong with not telling her or Roman what was going on or even trying to get her out of trouble after she was caught on a metal crate handing things out of the window to someone. But he had felt like she needed to learn a lesson. They both did. “Well maybe now is the time to get back in her life. We wouldn’t want her getting hurt or thrown in prison for being innocent in all of this.’
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“Sophie! Good to see you again.” Dr. Adams said as he came into the small room that Sophie and the others had been waiting in. This was her last follow-up appointment from the surgery she had to have and she was thrilled, getting the okay from the doctor meant that she was free to be off of house arrest and able to do things like go to the races and stay at the parties instead of being stuck in her room or at the house. Sophie wasn’t made to just sit there. She needed to do something. “You too Doc.” The blonde returned as her heels hit the table again, her eyes going from the dark-haired man that came to every appointment with her to him. “How are you feeling?” “Better.” Both Jesse and Leon started laughing, that was the farthest thing from the truth, she had gotten into a handful of fights with the girls who had followed Vince back to the house after the races, the first time was right after she had been released from the hospital. Sophie leaned around the doctor and glared at them, they had been calling her mini Vince with how grumpy and angry she could get. “I have been alot better behaved the last few weeks.” Sophie defended herself, Dom had made her a deal if she took it easy the last few weeks of her recovery. Then she could go to the races. Dr. Adams looked at the group and then at Sophie who offered him a smile. He shook his head quickly, he had learned very quickly not to trust that smile or those of her friends. They had this uncanny ability to get Sophie to either behave herself or act out. Almost as if she wasn’t herself.
“Well, I have some good news for you Sophie.” He said after checking the now healed incisions, “You are completely healed.” The younger girl threw her fist up in celebration, which meant that she could go to the races that night and actually attend the party they had afterward instead of going upstairs. And it was her 18th birthday so this news made it so much better. “Just be careful, I don’t want to see you in this office again for a very long time.” ‘You got it doc.” She beamed as she hopped down off the table showing a different energy than she had in previous visits. Leon was the first one up, “I get my little buddy back tonight.” He laughed as he mussed up her hair. “Lee!” She whined slapping his hand away from her head, she turned quickly and looked back at the doctor. “Thanks, Dr. Adams.” And with that, the girl and her friend were gone out of the door followed quickly by the others.
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“Look girl, there is something I got to talk to you about.’ Letty said once Sophie was settled into her seat, she had demanded the girl ride with her so she could break the news that her estranged brother was in town. She didn’t trust the three stooges to break it to her nicely and she didn’t need the breakdown that was sure to follow. “What’s up?’ the blonde returned twisting to look at her, her blue eyes curious. “We think your brother Brian has been in the store most days.” The sunglasses that Sophie was pushing up her nose fell down and her jaw dropped in shock, they had only ever heard bits and pieces about Brian from her. “Are, are you sure?” She stammered, all her excitement, the hope she had for the night vanished and panic started setting in. She hadn’t seen her brother since the night that he arrested her and Roman Pearce at a bust. “Yeah, we are.’ “Is that why I haven’t been able to come out more?” The older girl nodded her head, “We thought it was for the best.” She could almost picture the eye roll that her friend did. Vince had thought it best that she didn’t know and they agreed, they didn’t want her to relapse in her recovery.
Again.
“I haven’t seen him in a long time Le,” Sophie started, her eyes trained out of the window, “he promised me that he would never leave and he did as quickly as my dad did. It's pretty fucking sad that Dom and Vince have been more of a presence in my life for the last year than he ever was.” Her hand curled into a tight fist, something Letty hadn’t seen in a long time. “After he left, I was kicked out of the house by my mother's asshole boyfriend. Brian’s best friend Roman and his mom took me in. It was bad for a while Letty. Really bad.”
They all had the stories and were familiar with them but Sophie’s was still a mystery and they weren’t sure how to go about finding out more. But the thoughts were stopped when Letty pulled to a stop in front of the store.
Releasing her fist, Sophie took a deep breath and then exhaled before getting out of the car. A mask slipping on no one would ever know that she was anxious and terrified of seeing her brother again.
Vince glanced at her once he saw that she was standing next to Letty and went to say something to her but he was stopped by seeing the red truck that was parked across the street. It had the logo of the street racing company that they used on it. The last thing he wanted to deal with that day was this goddamn buster and he didn’t want to have to pick favorites between Mia and Sophie. He knew deep in his heart that he would still choose Mia over Sophie and he felt like an even bigger asshole for that.
“No dawg, he ain’t sandwich crazy.” Leon drawled as he lead Sophie and Jesse into the building, the younger girl trailing behind slowly like her feet were made of lead like they were leading to her death instead of the store. Jesse paused and took her by her hand, pulling her behind him. “Hey, Mia.” She greeted, “All good to go.” Mia grinned and nodded her head as Brian turned. “What the fuck?”
“Do you know him, Sophs?” Leon asked draping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her back towards him and Jesse, they knew who he was but they wanted to hear it vocalized.
“Yeah, he’s my brother.” The older O’Conner sibling stood up from the stool and went to go towards his sister. Vince was quicker though, he stood in between him and Sophie.
“Sophie.’
“No! Don’t talk to me buster.” She returned angrily, “You lost that right when you walked the fuck out of my life and Roman’s.” He had the decency to look ashamed of himself for that.
“Is that look for how your treated your best friend or your kid sister?”
“Soph.” Leon said lowly tugging her back towards him, Jeese was reaching for her other arm.
“I am fine.” She returned, the last thing that she was fine but they let it go, Vince was likely to explode if it went on.
“He never cared about me. It was always just him.”
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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 33: Slow Recovery
The Story of a Family Told in Web Comic Format
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While Peachy had been finishing up his first investigation, Paul had brought August to the clinic with him to get his cast off at last.
He’d miss having everyone’s well wishes and art on his arm, but was excited to be able to move his wrist again. He and August planned to celebrate his restored freedom from encumbrance with a trip to play all the games at the local party place.
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August wound up comforting his cousin instead of celebrating, as testing revealed the bone was not yet healed enough to remove the cast that day.
More bad news was piled onto Paul when the doctors discovered the underlying cause of his slow healing: a lack of iron in his blood. The sad young man left the clinic still encased in plaster, with a prescription for iron supplements and several sheets of dietary suggestions to consider.
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August tried to convince Paul to still go gaming as a consolation, but his disappointed friend insisted on heading straight home to cry in his room.
Even Peachy’s return from work could not coax the sullen lad from his lair, so the brothers agreed to call in the big guns. When Uncle Spencer and Aunt Hope heard that their son’s depression was unresponsive to even his cousin’s best comedy they agreed to come right over.
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By the time his folks arrived Paul had calmed down just enough to let them into his Fortress of Solitude.
Once settled on his cozy couch his worries spilled out at length. What if his arm never healed right!? His knee still bothered him from time to time, was his anemia going to keep that from fully healing too? He didn’t want to inflict his new diet on Peachy and Chance, but he wasn’t keen on cooking his own food either. Even his new job at the local greenhouse seemed daunting if he had start with his cast still on.
He just didn’t know what he was going to do!
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Spencer stepped in to reassure his anxious son. Regarding Paul’s new job, he smiled at his wife and recounted for their boy how afraid he had been to show up to magic club with a freshly broken nose. After his friend’s initial curiosity was satisfied, it had hardly mattered, and he’d ended the night one very important prom date richer for braving it out. As long as Paul thought he could perform his new duties at the garden center Spencer was sure everything would be just fine.
As for the healing process and the dietary changes, he didn’t suspect that would be an issue either. As long as Paul followed doctor’s orders his bone would heal, it was healing already, just more slowly than usual. When it came to his diet, there were plenty of delicious, iron rich, options out there and he suspected Peachy and Chance would be happy to explore some new recipes to help their housemate heal up quickly.
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Paul was still worried but couldn’t argue that talking to his relatives and showing up at his new job was better than giving up before he’d even tried.
Heading downstairs with his folks he found Jack in the kitchen. Apparently, he wasn’t going to have to ask about iron rich meals – Peachy was already planning how to help and tonight that involved a short walk to the inlet of the Brindleton Bay right behind the homestead.
He explained that fish was a great source of iron and Jack was a fantastic fisherman. Tonight they were all going to catch their dinner fresh!
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The elders hung back to chat and “catch” fresh salad greens for vegetarian Spencer while the young Sims headed down to the water.
Jack and Peachy demonstrated the proper technique to everyone, and they took turns using the poles and basking in the pleasant evening sunlight.
Once they had caught enough fish between them for a hearty dinner, they headed back to the patio where Peachy fired up the grill. Good food and good conversation left Paul feeling like he could figure out this latest hiccup too – no bad day could stand up to a little help from his friends.
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