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Hungry Like the Wolf

Summary: Women who closely resemble you are being brutally stabbed, and a man has been watching you like a hawk. Could they somehow be related?

Paring: Dark!Diego Hargreeves x reader

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Smut, non-con, choking, knifeplay, blood kink, mentions of murder

A/N: so here’s my first foray into writing dark!diego fic. if you like it, let me know if you want to be added to a taglist because i have lots more ideas!

You weren’t sure when you first started to notice it.

Maybe it was when you were on your way to work, rushing down the sidewalk. You narrowly dodged people walking the opposite way, shooting you glares as you passed by them. You muttered apologies under your breath, never pausing long enough to make any of them truly count.

You passed by a newsstand, and the front page of a newspaper caught your eye. You slowed your step and got closer. Your eyes scanned over the headline printed in big, bold letters:

KILLER STRIKES AGAIN IN LONG LINE OF GRUESOME STABBINGS

You picked up the newspaper. Right underneath the headline was a photo of the victim. It was a woman. The longer you stared at her face, a sense of unease settled in your gut. There was something vaguely and oddly familiar about it, and yet you just couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Hey, are you gonna pay for that, lady?” Your head snapped up to meet the eye of the man running the newsstand. “This isn’t a library.”

You immediately put the newspaper back amongst the stacks. “Sorry,” you murmured. You ducked your head and continued along the sidewalk, hoisting the strap of your messenger bag higher on your shoulder.

You brushed off the pit that had formed in your gut. New York City was teeming with crime; you had grown used to the grisly reports long ago. Any murderer who wanted to make a name for himself ought to pick a different city to stand out.

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“Again.”

You raised your fists in front of your face. You didn’t take your eyes off of the boxing pads hovering in front of you. You took a step forward and aimed directly for them. Your right fist made contact with the pad before you immediately snapped your hand back. Pain blossomed through your knuckles. You hissed and shook your hand, trying to ease the sensation.

“Good.” Your personal trainer, Dani, nodded approvingly. “Again.”

You hunched over with your hands on your knees, panting to catch your breath. “We’ve been at it for the past thirty minutes.”

“Don’t look now, but someone else has had their eyes on you for at least that long.” She smirked, looking past you.

You stood up and furrowed your brow. Immediately ignoring her warning, you craned your neck to look behind you and followed her line of sight. Sure enough, she was right. Someone did have their eyes on you, that someone being Diego Hargreeves.

He sat against the wall, his legs spread wide and his arms crossed over his broad chest. You locked eyes. He wasn’t fazed when you caught him looking. He unabashedly continued to stare at you, the corners of his lips curled into the hint of a smirk.

You quickly averted your gaze back to Dani, your cheeks heating up. You hoped you could pass off the blush as a consequence of your workout.

Dani knew better. “I told you not to look.” She chuckled at your expense.

You cast your eyes downwards. “I hate you,” you mumbled.

She laughed harder, slapping a hand on your shoulder. “I think that means it’s time for a break.” She slipped off the boxing pads. “There’s a coffee place around the corner. You up for it?”

“Yep.” Anything to get out of here.

You unwrapped your hands and grabbed your towel, wiping the sweat from your brow before draping it over your shoulders. You and Dani gathered your belongings and ducked under the ropes of the boxing ring.

You followed Dani around the outside of the ring. You didn’t realize what she was deliberately doing until it was already too late and you were ensnared in her trap.

“Good work up there, ladies,” Diego called out to you as you passed by him.

Dani grinned at him. “Thanks, Diego.”

He shifted his gaze to you, and his eyes lingered on you as you walked away. His eyes were so dark, they didn’t exactly match the smile on his lips. He winked at you and licked his lips.

You shivered and looked away. You uncapped your water and downed half the bottle in one swig, nearly coughing from drinking so fast. Dani stifled a laugh, and you shot her a glare, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

Diego Hargreeves was somewhat of a fixture at the gym. From what you knew, Al, the owner, let him reside in the basement in the boiler room as long as he mopped the floors after closing. During the day, he played detective, catching the bad guys and putting them behind bars. He was well liked by people at the gym, although you had never once seen him train there.

You had, however, sensed his eyes on you more and more often recently. He was always just lurking in the shadows, watching as you moved around the gym, never saying anything to you. It was unnerving, the focused concentration in his eyes as he watched you work, worse than any lecherous leers you had gotten from drunks walking down the street. You knew you should confront him, you just didn’t know how to go about it.

Dani, however, had other ideas.

“Aren’t you ever going to say hi?” She walked down the street next to you, bundled up against the cold. “He clearly likes you.”

You wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck, wishing you could disappear into it. “Then shouldn’t he be the one to say hi first?”

“Don’t be like that. He’s a good guy.” She nudged your side with her elbow. “Easy on the eyes, too.”

You swatted her away. “I hardly know him.”

“Isn’t that what dates are for?” She quirked a brow at you. “To get to know each other?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re always trying to set me up.”

“Forgive me for trying to help you get some.” She held her hands up. “In that case, guilty as charged.”

You laughed along with her, but your laughter quickly ceased. Your face fell. “I don’t like the way he looks at me.” It was like he was undressing you with his eyes, but worse than that. “It’s like he wants to eat me alive.”

She smirked at you. “I could use a man who looked at me like that.”

You entered the little coffee shop and ordered. You waited until your names were called before grabbing your drinks and retreating to a table in the back corner. You took your seat, unraveling all of the layers you had put on to shield yourself from the cold.

“I swear you avoid any man who shows interest in you like the plague,” Dani teased you, sipping her latte. “When are you going to give in and settle down? Aren’t you bored? Aren’t you lonely?”

You shrugged sheepishly. “I have my work and my hobbies. It keeps me busy.”

She snorted. “Spoken like a true workaholic.”

Suddenly, a voice on the TV in the corner drew your attention. Both you and Dani looked up to watch it.

“In the ongoing investigation as to who is behind the stabbings, another murder was discovered last night by Detective Eudora Patch,” a professional-looking woman sitting behind a desk said. “Her name was Jennifer Springley. She is the twelfth murder authorities have found in the past two months as the killings appear to have been increasing in frequency.”

“Holy shit,” Dani muttered under her breath.

“I know,” you agreed. “This is getting out of hand.”

“No, not that.” She pointed up at the screen. “You notice anything similar?”

You looked up to see a photo of Jennifer alongside photos of the eleven other victims. Seeing them all lined up side by side made your breath catch in your throat. Their hair, their eyes, their lips… They were all distinctly the same and terrifyingly familiar.

Dani softly said your name. “They all look like you.”

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Music blasted in your ears as you smacked the hell out of the punching bag in front of you. Your knuckles hurt, and your muscles were sore, but you didn’t stop until it was swinging off the chain it hung from, threatening to break and plummet to the ground in an explosion of sound.

You usually went to the gym after work to blow off some steam, but lately you’ve been going twice as often as was normal. You’ve been on edge ever since you saw that news report at the coffee shop: triple-checking the lock on your door when you’re home, glancing over your shoulder when walking late at night, clutching your keys between your fingers in case you had to fight off an assailant. You had brushed it off as a coincidence at the time. After all, every killer had a type. But that didn’t stop you from worrying and biting your nails down to the quick.

It was a good thing your go-to hobby was boxing. One thing was for sure: if anyone tried to catch you off guard, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You heard a muffled voice over the music, and a hand waved in front of your face. You stepped back and ripped your earbuds out of your ears, not bothering to pause the song. “What?” you snapped a little too harshly.

You no longer regretted your tone when you saw who had interrupted you. Diego stood next to you, a wide smile plastered on his face. “I asked you if you wanted a sparring partner.”

You swallowed hard. It was the first time he had ever addressed you directly, and this time you had no choice but to answer him. “I don’t think it would be a fair fight.” You eyed the knives strapped to his back.

He noticed what you were eying, and his smirk grew. “Because of the knives or because I’d beat you?”

You shrugged carelessly. “Take your pick.”

“Then I think we both know what I’d choose.” He rested one arm on the punching bag. “If you don’t want to spar then, maybe you’d like some tips.”

He struck up position. “When you go in for a punch, you put too much momentum into it.” He mimed a punch at the punching bag. “Anyone could dodge you, and you’d just topple over all on your own. You gotta keep your weight on both feet.”

You pursed your lips. “Thanks for the tip.”

He stood up straight. “Any time.” He looked apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. You looked like you were in the zone.”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled.

He rested one arm on the punching bag. “What’s got you all worked up?”

You furrowed your brow, confused as to why he was still interrogating you. You looked around and noticed that outside the windows was dark, and there was no one else in the gym. You must have been so distracted, you lost track of time. Now, it was just you and Diego.

You looked back at him. “Sorry, am I keeping you from doing your job?”

“What? Oh, no.” He dismissed you with a wave of his hand. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind the company while I work.”

He stepped close to you, and you were suddenly aware of his close proximity to you in your lack of clothes. You were just in a sports bra and shorts, your usual boxing attire.

You backed away from him and glanced down at your Fitbit on your wrist. “Actually, it’s getting late.” You stooped down to gather your things. “I should be getting home.”

He furrowed his brow. “Are you going to walk? At this time of night?”

You shoved your arms into the sleeves of your jacket, hurrying to get out of there. “I live just a couple blocks away.”

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I’ll drive you.”

You blinked at him. “That’s really not necessary.”

“Please? It’ll make me feel better, what with all those murders recently.”

You froze, your blood going cold. “Murders?”

“Yeah?” He quirked a brow at you. “All those stabbings on the news? You haven’t seen them?”

You nodded. “I have.”

“Then you should know it’s not safe out there for a girl like you.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “I can handle myself.”

He looked you up and down and laughed. “I’m sure you can.” He reached out and grabbed your hand. “Please, just humor me then.”

You stared at him. It was clear he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon, even if that meant hauling you into his car himself. And you’d rather not push him past that point.

You slowly nodded. “Alright.” Let’s get this over with.

His face broke out into a big smile. “Great. My car’s parked just out front.”

He kept his hand on yours as he led you out of the gym. His touch felt hot, like a brand on your skin. He let go to open the door to the passenger’s seat for you. You got in his car, and he rounded the front to get in on the other side.

You sat with your arms crossed and your bag in your lap, staring straight out the windshield. He tried to make conversation with you as he drove down the city streets, about where you grew up, what brought you to New York, what you did for a living. You indulged him with one word answers, his voice filling the gaps in between. You weren’t exactly eager to get to know him.

He pulled up in front of your apartment building and shifted the car into park. He looked over at you, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other rested on the console between you, like he was expecting something.

“Thank you for the ride,” you said what you thought he wanted to hear. You shrunk back towards the door, grabbing the handle.

“Don’t mention it.” He smiled at you a little too widely. His gaze was dark. “Let me walk you to your door.”

You didn’t have much of a choice as he got out of his car the same time you did. He followed you into your building and up the stairs to your floor. You walked down the dimly lit hall. You didn’t live in the nicest area of town, which was a given for anyone making as much as you did. But the lights flickering above you and the stained carpet seemed even more nefarious than usual with him behind you.

You stopped in front of the door to your apartment. You dug your keys out of your bag and twisted them in the lock until you heard a click. You pushed your door open and looked back at him, wondering if he would wait until he was in your apartment to kill you or settle for here in the hall with no one around.

He smiled at you. “Get a good night’s rest.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Anytime you need a ride home, don’t hesitate to ask me.”

You forced a smile back at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

You stepped inside and closed the door shut, immediately turning the locks. You backed away and ran your hands through your hair. Maybe you were letting your paranoia get the best of you. He seemed like a nice enough guy, if not a little oblivious and couldn’t take a hint. Being single for so long must have made you cynical.

Suddenly, you got a shiver down your spine, like you were being watched. You turned around and pressed your hands against the door, peering through the peephole. What you saw on the other side made you gasp.

He was still there, standing in front of your door, just staring. He was no longer smiling. He had that same look in his eyes he had while watching you in the gym, except ten times worse. It was intense. He looked like he was deciding something and he hadn’t yet made up his mind, still weighing his options.

You slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your breathing in case he heard you. He stood there for what felt like hours. You wondered if he could sense you on the other side. You were sure not even the three locks and the chain on your door would be enough to keep him out if he wanted in.

Whatever he had been deciding, he must’ve come to a conclusion, because suddenly he retreated down the hallway, his footsteps so quiet you wouldn’t have heard them unless you had been listening for them.

When you were sure he was gone, you spun around and pressed your back against the door. You slid down it, sinking to the floor and hugging your knees to your chest. The fear that seized you was made even worse when you realized you hadn’t told him your address when he drove you home.

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You marched through the gym with a determined look on your face. You ignored people you usually saw who greeted you. You didn’t stop at the locker rooms like you normally did. You kept on through the main area of the gym, looking as if you were on a mission and nothing could stand in your way.

You knew it was Diego.

You had stayed up all night, staring out the peephole, waiting for him to return when he thought you were asleep and break in. You didn’t catch a wink of shut eye. You were glued to the door, going through all the possible scenarios in your head of how you would defend yourself. He never came.

But you knew it was him. There was no other explanation for his peculiar behavior. He had had his eye on you for months now. You were clearly his next target. You were surprised he had waited this long to make his move.

Or maybe he liked watching his prey panic. He drove them to the brink of madness and, once they were vulnerable, found the perfect time to strike. You suppressed a shudder.

You needed to find something to confirm your suspicions. Plus, if you were going to try to turn him into the police, you couldn’t show up empty-handed. You needed proof, and quickly, before he got bored of toying with you.

Lucky for you, you knew where the dragon’s den was.

You turned down the hallway away from the gym and bumped straight into a chest. Your heart leaped in your ribcage when you thought you had run into the exact person you were trying to avoid, but relief washed over you when you looked up and saw Al, the gym owner.

“Whoa, where you going?” He raised his brows.

“Um, I was looking for the bathroom,” you quickly fibbed, fidgeting with your fingers.

He narrowed his eyes at you, but if he noticed you were off, he didn’t mention it. He pointed behind you. “Over there, on your left.”

“Thanks. I must’ve gotten turned around.” You laughed awkwardly. “Hey, by the way, have you seen Diego around today?”

He shook his head. “Sorry, kid. He’s out on detective business right now.” He smirked at you. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to hear you were looking for him, though.”

He passed by you. You waited until he was out of your sight to continue down the hall. Hopefully, when he told Diego, you’d be long gone and at the police station by then.

You spotted the door to the boiler room. You walked over to it, looking both ways down the hall to make sure no one was coming your way. Then, you grabbed the knob and twisted it. Fortunately, it was unlocked.

You slowly pushed the door open with an ominous creak. Light from the hallway spilled into the room enveloped in darkness. You reached inside and felt around for a light switch. Once you found it, you flipped it on, flooding the room with light.

It wasn’t exactly the villain’s lair or dungeon you had expected. Instead, what was most surprising was that it looked like a teenage boy’s room in his parent’s basement rather than a place that belonged to a grown man, full of organized clutter from the floors to the walls.

You wasted no time closing the door behind you and going through his stuff (and there was a lot to go through). You searched high and low, through his drawers, his shelves, under his bed, being careful not to leave any sign you had been there at all. You weren’t quite sure what you were looking for, exactly. A bloody knife, maybe? A severed limb, perhaps? You were sure you’d know when you saw it.

After rifling through all his belongings, you came up with nothing to show for it. You were starting to feel crazy. Had you misjudged him? Jumped to conclusions? You had officially let your paranoia reach new heights. Regardless, you were still getting a restraining order. He gave you the heebie jeebies.

You made to move towards the door when your foot caught on the rug in the middle of the room. It got messed up in the process, revealing what looked like a square indent in the floor. You furrowed your brow and bent down, feeling along the edges of the indent until you were able to lift it up. It was a secret compartment in the floor.

You peered into the hole in the floor. There were a bunch of assorted bracelets and necklaces and rings inside. You reached down and picked up the one closest to the top. It was a heart-shaped locket inscribed with a J. Your mouth went dry. It wasn’t hard to figure out who the J stood for.

Jennifer Springley, the twelfth victim.

There was something on the locket. It looked like rust. You scraped at it with your nail, and it flaked off. Your eyes went wide when you realized what it really was: dried blood.

You dropped the locket as if it had stung you. You looked down and counted twelve in total. You scrambled back from the compartment, fighting the urge to retch. They were souvenirs.

“Holy shit,” you whispered.

“Find what you were looking for?”

You craned your neck to see Diego standing in the doorway behind you. He wasn’t smiling. He closed the door behind you with a slam that reverberated in your ears. You didn’t think you had ever heard a louder sound in your life.

He walked down the steps, his footsteps against the concrete like the ticks of a bomb about to go off. “You weren’t supposed to see those.” He stopped before you, and his shadow loomed over you. “Put them back.”

You hurried to replace the top on the hidden compartment and covered it with the rug. You stood up, shrinking away when you found yourself too close to him. “I can pretend I didn’t see anything.”

He took a step towards you. His eyes seemed to devour any light that hit them, like two blackholes in the center of his face. “You and I both know that’s not true.”

You knew he was backing you up against the wall, but you had no choice as he walked towards you, trying to put more distance between him and yourself. “Please, don’t kill me,” you murmured, your voice impossibly small.

He stopped in his tracks, arching a brow at you. “You think I’m going to kill you?”

Your back met the brick wall as you froze, your knees threatening to buckle underneath you. You were too scared to answer. Maybe he was still playing with you.

Suddenly, his face softened. He gently said your name. “I could never hurt you.” He reached out, and you flinched when he grabbed your shoulders. “That’s what I needed them for.”

You stared up at him, slowly growing more and more perplexed. He looked at you with so much adoration, almost doting like a lovesick puppy. “I don’t understand,” you stammered.

He cupped your face in his hands. Your skin crawled at his touch. He leaned down to stare directly into your eyes. “I knew it from the moment I saw you.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “You were the one for me.”

He ran his hand over your jaw and down your neck. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about how beautiful you are.” He ran the tip of his finger along your throat, tracing an invisible line you couldn’t see. “About peeling back your skin and seeing what your veins look like, about holding your beating heart in my hand.” He settled his hand right over your heart. “About what color your blood is.”

Your heart was racing faster than the flap of a hummingbird’s wings, and you were sure he could feel it. This barely restrained psychopath had murdered other women to satisfy his urge to torture you, and now you were trapped alone in a boiler room with him.

You were supremely and royally fucked.

You mustered a thimble of courage and used it to push his shoulders, catching him off guard and causing him to stumble back a step. “Get away from me,” you snapped.

He raised his brows. “So, that’s how it’s gonna be.” He smirked. “Fine, I’m up for a little sparring match.” He paced back and forth in front of you, like a lion pacing the length of its cage. “Try to make it to the door, or – maybe that’s too much,” he taunted you. “To start, try making it past me.”

Your hands clenched into fists at your side. The knives strapped to his back glinted in the light. There was no possible way you could overpower him, especially if he decided to fight dirty with his supernatural abilities. You were outmatched. But, there might still be a way you could slip past him, and if you got enough of a head start, you could make it to the gym before he caught you. Regardless, you weren’t going to make it easy on him.

You stepped forward and swung your fist, aiming for his jaw. He easily sidestepped you, but your momentum continued, and you sprawled out on the floor.

He darkly chuckled above you. “Looks like you should’ve taken my advice.”

He curled his fingers into the back of your shirt and hauled you towards the twin bed in the corner. You flailed your legs, trying to grab onto anything you could and shrieking at the top of your lungs.

He tossed you onto the bed, and you bounced on the mattress. He immediately crawled on top of you before you could sit up. You bared your teeth and reeled your arm back to scratch at his cheek. He grabbed your hand before it could make contact and pinned it by your head.

He whipped out a knife and held it to your throat. “I would recommend keeping still, or I can make this worse for you.” He dug the edge of the blade into your skin enough to sting. “I wouldn’t make a sound, either.”

You swallowed hard. He had you beat. All you could do now was lie still and take whatever he gave you. Hopefully, he decided to have mercy on you.

He moved the knife down your body and started his work on undressing you. He straddled your thighs and tore down the center of your shirt, splitting it in half with a gut wrenching rip. You sank your teeth into your lips to keep in the sobs that wanted to spill out.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way,” he told you as he cut the straps on your bra. “I was going to win you over eventually. But now you’ve found out, so I guess there’s no turning back.”

You scowled at him. Part of you was pretty sure he didn’t mind taking a shortcut to get what he wanted.

He let go of your hand to strip you of your shirt and bra, discarding your tattered clothes on the floor. His eyes were glued to your heaving chest as your breath quickened, flushed pink. You resisted the urge to cover yourself with your arms.

“Look at you,” he whispered huskily. He cupped your tit in his hand, his thumb stroking your nipple until it stiffened to a peak. “So beautiful.”

He was practically salivating at this point. He looked hungry, like a wolf that had been starved and kept in captivity its entire life until now, when it had finally been set free.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” He held the knife above your tit. “I need to taste you.”

Before you could protest, he pressed the knife into your skin. He made a neat slice right underneath your collar bone, about an inch long and just deep enough to draw blood. Your back arched on the bed, and you couldn’t hold back the pained yelp that escaped your throat.

“Shhh,” he shushed you. He pinched your nipple roughly, and you went still. He dipped down and ran his tongue along the cut he had made, lapping up the slow trickle of blood leaking out. He pulled away, red staining his lips. “You taste even better than I dreamed of. I can’t wait to mark you up more.”

He placed the flat of the knife underneath the button on your jeans and popped it off, shoving them down your legs. He cut off your panties and ripped them off, baring yourself to him. He tossed your underwear and the knife to the floor. Once he had gotten a taste of you, it was clear he was desperate for more.

He grabbed hold of your legs and spread them wider for him. He spat on your cunt, using his finger to spread his spit around your entrance. Your eyes went wide when you realized what was about to happen, and the fight was ignited inside of you once more.

You tried to sit up and push him off. “Stop! Don’t–”

He grabbed hold of your wrists and pinned you back against the mattress. “What a shame,” he tsked. “You were being so good for me.”

He shifted so he held both your hands in one. You wriggled in his grasp, but he remained strong. He used his free hand to undo his fly and push his boxers and jeans down his thick thighs in one swoop. He stroked his achingly hard cock dripping with precum before positioning himself at your entrance.

“I need to claim you,” he growled, rumbling deep in his chest, before he pressed into you.

You whimpered as he forced himself inside of you. He didn’t stop until the head of his cock pushed against your cervix. He didn’t give you time to adjust, pulling back only to sharply snap his hips against yours again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his face contorted with pleasure. He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You feel so good.”

He set a fast pace, hammering into you. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears streaming down your cheeks, and bit your lip so hard the copper taste of blood flooded your mouth. His hand closed around your throat, and you gasped.

“Look at me,” he commanded, giving your throat an experimental squeeze. “I want you to look at me when I come in you.”

Your eyes shot open and were met with his dark ones. He stared down at you as he rammed into you. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his chest was pressed flush against yours. His breath hit your lips in small bursts of air as he panted. You could tell he was close when his thrusts grew sloppy and uneven.

He spilled into you with a growl, fucking his seed deep inside of you. He rested his forehead against yours and softly kissed your parted lips, a contrast from how roughly he had treated you before. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, licking the blood from your self-inflicted wound.

He pulled out of you, but his hand remained on your neck. “I own you now.” His dark eyes bored into yours. “You belong to me.”

You could only hope he never tired of you.

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deniigi · 5 years ago

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I WOULD LOVE A DAVE FIC !!!

Excellent. Here’s for you and @dudewhereismy-tardis

I am putting most of it under the cut because it is LONG

Dave (Daredevil copycat from Inimitable Verse) POV. Reminder that Dave is not his real name, but one given to him disdainfully by Wade in this verse.

Title: rises in the east

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“Dad.”

What?

“Dad.”

What time was it?

“Your phone’s ringing,” Charlie said. “It’s the boss.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Give it here,” Dave rasped, throwing an arm over his eyes.

“Mom said you’re gonna hurt your back sleepin’ on the couch,” Charlie reported as she shoved his phone into his palm.

“My couch, my rules,” Dave said. He crammed the phone to his ear. “Ansel here,” he said.

Charlie wanted to stay home and if she was a year older, Dave would have let her. But alas. The last time he’d let her stay home, she’d texted her friend Jesse who had become unspeakably jealous and had appealed to her own parents for such freedoms, and now the whole block thought that Dave recklessly abandoned his daughter when he went to the goddamn grocery store.

All that for a can of Sprite, man.

This neighborhood was off the fuckin’ charts sometimes.

Case in point: Dani standing in front of him in the lobby with her hands on her hips, telling him that he needed to wear a tighter t-shirt or to start flexing because they were losing business.

“Dani, I’m an instructor,” he reminded her. “I’m hired to do classes.”

“It’s two hours,” Dani said. “Take the damn fliers.”

But he didn’t want to?

Dani blinked at him slowly from under her headband.

Charlie was having a great time and Dave was glad for that because he was not. He was being stared at by every person in the street as if they’d never seen a dude with muscles before.

It was the shirt.

He knew it was the shirt.

And possibly his nipples. Smashing the brochures high enough against his chest to cover them wasn’t going well and the highlighter teal underarmor Dani had forced upon him left very little to the imagination here.

There wasn’t anything else to do but let the poor things live their best lives.

“Dad, gimme more,” Charlie said.

She tugged at the brochures covering what was left of his dignity.

Blessed child, who hurt you?

“Where did the others go?” he asked her.

Charlie pointed across the road to a gaggle of ladies leaning out from their stoop, smiling.

Ah.

Yes.

Them.

“Let’s try for someone who looks more like a bro,” he told his offspring.

Charlie blinked up at him.

“Why?” she asked.

Oh, baby.

“Because they’re an easy mark,” he said. “Go up and say ‘my dad can take you’ and send ‘em my way, okay?”

Charlie’s face went from confused to ready to kill instantly.

This was her game face. This was her ‘I’m gonna wreck this goalee’s teeth’ face.

Dave shouldn’t have been proud of her, really; her teachers said that she was becoming argumentative and obstinate in the classroom. But there was just something there in the fact that his kid sure as shit wasn’t no sheep that made his chest feel big, wide, and full of hot air.

“I’m on it,” Charlie said.

He gave her three brochures and let her scramble off to the other side of the sidewalk and then turned to meet the eye of a family with a father with neat hair and the beginnings of triceps peeking out from under his sleeves.

“You lookin’ for a gym, sir?” he asked.

The guy looked his way and eyed him up.

He took a flier on his way past.

“Excuse me?”

“One second, man,” Dave said, doing the rock-shuffle to keep all the fliers on the table from blowing away.

“Excuse me.”

“Hey, I said just a sec,” Dave snapped.

He turned back and found himself staring into the dark eyes of a bald man with olive skin and deep wrinkles in his forehead.

And Dave knew him.

Holy shit.

Dave knew him.

Fuck.

God.

Jesus, Lord.

“I am so sorry,” he started.

“DAD.”

Ch—Charlie?

He looked down and sure enough, holding Rudolph ‘Diamond’ De Luca’s massive bearpaw was his very own daughter. De Luca made her wiry, suntanned limbs seem like unbaked pretzels.

He was so much bigger than he’d seemed on TV all those years ago.

“This your kid?” De Luca asked.

Jesus.

“She is. I’m so sorry,” Dave said, “Did she—she didn’t bite you or anything, did she?”

“Dad,” Charlie whined. “Don’t tell ‘im that.”

“I’ll pay for whatever damage—” Dave continued.

De Luca blinked at him impossibly slowly with long dark eye lashes. He turned his face slowly back down towards Charlie.

“You sure this is your old man?” he asked.

Wh—

Wait.

What the hell did that mean?

“That’s him,” Charlie moaned. “He’s just bein’ dumb. Dad. Stop bein’ dumb. This dude’s the real deal. He’ll fight you in a heartbeat.”

Dave grabbed his child before she could cause any more damage. She made a fuss, but let go of De Luca’s mitt. Dave shoved her behind him, just in case this situation got any more tense than it needed to be.

De Luca lifted an eyebrow at that and then brought his face back up to Dave’s.

“Who’s gym?” he asked.

What?

Oh.

“Spitfire,” Dave said. “We’re, uh, just about there, on the—”

“I know where you’re about,” De Luca said.

Dave didn’t know what to say. De Luca held his eye.

Oh, god.

This wasn’t going well.

“How old are you, son?” De Luca asked.

FFFFFFFFFFFffffffffffffuck.

“38,” Dave said.

“And your baby girl?” De Luca asked, gesturing with his chin down at Charlie.

“I’m 12,” Charlie told him brightly.

“Hm,” De Luca said.

He shifted his weight back and wrapped a few fingers around his chin, surveying Dave’s whole body like he was the statue of David with a knee injury.

Dave became intimately aware of his nipples again.

“Not bad,” De Luca said.

Oh, thank god.

“Thank you, sir,” Dave said. “Is there, uh, somethin’ I could help you with?”

“You got an accent,” De Luca noted.

Uh?

“A good accent,” De Luca said. “Whereabouts did you grow up?”

Oh.

Well.

Dave could actually just point to it from here. The condo was still standing, despite all building codes and actual alien invasions. At this point, the only thing that was gonna take it down were the rampant, rapidly mutating, borderline feral gangs of chickens that roamed its halls.

Not that anyone spoke about them.

No, that was inviting trouble to your doorstep.

“The chicken coop?” De Luca said.

The one and only.

“Bless you, you poor fuck.”

Yeah, that tended to be the usual reaction.

De Luca laughed.

“You’re a funny guy, uh,” he squinted at Dave’s nametag, “Ansel?”

How could a word sound so wrong in someone’s mouth?

Where had Dave’s life gone wrong that his own name sounded so foreign and distant to his ears?

“Actually,” he said, swallowing, “My uh, my friends call me ‘Dave.’”

De Luca’s head snapped right up and slowly, a grin spread across his face.

“Oh, now, that’s a good name for ya,” he said. “You look like a Davy.”

Hng.

Diamond De Luca thought he looked like a ‘Davy.’

Welp.

Time to get that birth certificate changed.

“Listen, Davy,” De Luca said casually, “Your baby girl there was tellin’ me that your boss has you out here like dancin’ monkey; is that true?”

Fffffffffff.

Technically yes?

“It’s even his day off,” Charlie whispered.

Dave wrapped a hand over her face.

“It’s fine,” he said. “It happens. Folks’ve been sick lately. I don’t normally do this kinda thing.”

De Luca’s face said that that was real cute. Real, real cute, honey.

“Well,” he said, “Let’s just say it like this. Where you work don’t gotta be where you train.”

Oh.

Was he offering--?

“If you decide to drop by, tell the guy at the desk Rudy sent you,” De Luca said. “Your kid’s real sweet, Davy. She can come too, lord knows the damn place is a daycare at this point.”

“Thank? You?” Dave stuttered.

“Don’t mention it,” De Luca said.

He left. Dave watched him waltz down the block and wave at the gals collected on the stoop at the end of it and felt a little lightheaded.

“Dad?”

Not right now, champ.

“Dad? Is he famous or somethin’?”

HHHHHHHHHHNG.

Back when Dave had been 14 and scraping the tips of his fingers into callouses on the old guitar he’d found tossed into a dumpster in the Upper West Side, he’d had to compete with the sound of the couple fighting in the apartment next door and with the radio the old man downstairs always had playing on his fire-escape window.

The old man downstairs was a real hard-ass. Always slammed a broom into the ceiling, scaring the shit out of Mom and Dad and sister and auntie. Dave had never seen him not smoking, nor had he ever seen him without suspenders.

The man was a retired plumber, apparently. And while Jim Beam was his main vice, his passion was boxing.

To the tune of chords picked out of an out-of-tune guitar, Dave had listened to tinny commentators oohing and awing over match after match, until finally, when sleep wouldn’t come one night, Dave had snuck out of the room he’d shared with Flora. He’d settled down on the living room couch, next to his old man splayed out in the recliner.

Dad had lifted his eyes slowly his way and told him that he should have been in bed.

Dave had told him that he couldn’t sleep because the couple next door was makin’ up from their daily afternoon argument and Dad had just sighed.

He’d let Dave stay up with him and the TV in the living room had fuzzed and rattled away, making sounds really familiar to Dave at that point.

Boxing was a sport that he had, up until that night, left to his father. But for the lack of anything else to talk about that wouldn’t make his dad look at him with disappointment in his eyes for all that damn music-playin’ and eyeliner, he’d asked who the guy on the screen was.

And that was how he’d learned about Diamond De Luca.

About Kenny Varga. Bert ‘The Albatross’ Kleinfeld.

But there was one guy who Dad had mentioned was his favorite rookie and, now it felt both kind of silly and surreal that the name had been spoken so casually in Dave’s home growing up.

Dad had been puttin’ money on Battlin’ Jack Murdock back when Dave had been a little kid.

He told Dave, disappointedly, after a few weeks of Dave getting up at 12:30 to come out and watch boxing with him that he’d really thought that Murdock was gonna be the next big thing.

Guy was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, Dad had said, shaking his head. But wolves that got too wily got put down and Battlin’ Jack had been found in an alley, bled out in the arms of his reason for fighting.

Dad said it was a fuckin’ shame that Murdock had gone out with a slug in his head.

A fuckin’ shame, he said.

Dave didn’t remember him every saying that Murdock’s reason for fighting was a blind ten-year-old, but the thought was now merged with that memory.

That, in itself, was merged with the memory of Dave’s phone ringing one night was Addie’s name on the Caller ID. Her voice was shaking when she told Dave that the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had just called her from an unknown number.

He had their baby.

He’d snatched her and Jesse out of the arms of two men looking for girls to be used in businesses Dave didn’t want to think about.

He’d saved them.

The devil had heard their screams when no one else had and he’d come flying out of the dark.

He’d held the girls in the light of a bodega and he’d coached Charlie through typing Addie’s number into his phone and then he’d taken it from there.

Addie was too scared to go meet the devil on her own. Mason hadn’t been around yet and so Dave had thrown on his shoes and had meet her on 46th.

The devil was on 48th, swinging his boots with both girls in his lap.

They were all singing. The devil had pretended like he didn’t know the words to Britney Spears’s ‘Toxic.’

Matt Murdock was under that mask.

Knowing that this whole time, he’d been the one dragging a stick against the fences and bricks of Hell’s Kitchen was almost impossible to digest.

And Dave had worked with him now.

He’d seen that smirk and that notorious jaw unwrapped from its red armor and that didn’t make reconciling the murdered boxer’s son with the man who’d saved his daughter any easier.

Charlie hadn’t remembered him.

She thought that Matt Murdock was a weird fuckin’ dude, and granted, he was a weird fuckin’ dude, but Dave had to say: he was grateful.

Matt Murdock not only brought home his baby, but he’d given Dave purpose in a life that had become consumed by the daily grind.

Matt Murdock had smiled in his direction, never quite into his eyes, and he’d passed along the baton with next to no fight.

Dave wasn’t him.

Dave would never be him.

Matt Murdock wasn’t just some poor murdered boxer’s blind son. He was the product of some serious poverty. Some serious violence. A whole fuckin’ cult induction, if he was to be believed. And Dave wasn’t so sure if he was always to be believed.

But he still appreciated Matt Murdock for what he’d done and what he’d made for this part of the city.

He’d made Daredevil.

And he shared that with Dave.

Dave’s own dad’s approval hadn’t felt like the honor that had come with Matt Murdock’s covered eyes and curled lip slowly relaxing as he’d lifted his face up from Dave’s knees.

He hadn’t been inspecting.

He’d been listening. Dipping his fingers into the blood in Dave’s heart and deciding if he was worth his salt.

Matt Murdock, son of Battlin’ Jack Murdock, was a product of Fogwell’s Gym in the Kitchen.

Diamond De Luca, retired heavyweight, was a product of Fogwell’s Gym.

The stars had aligned. And Dave had stood in their path.

And he wasn’t wasting the chance that they offered him.

Charlie was stoked to be allowed to come to the gym with him. She usually went to Jesse’s house, where Rubes would look after both girls for a few hours.

But De Luca had said that it was okay for her to come along, and so he figured, why not?

Fogwell’s was an institution in the Kitchen. All kids deserved to know their own history.

“I’m gonna fight Fogwell himself,” Charlie announced halfway down the block.

“You will not,” Dave told her. “Because I’m not tryin’ to get thrown out before we even get started here, alright?”

Charlie whined.

He ignored it.

This wasn’t the first time he’d been to the gym. Matt Murdock slipped in and out of it when he was in the city and he’d taken the whole team there once or twice. But it was different to be there in the presence of the daytime crew.

Dave felt very small in their presence.

The whole place was full of people pounding bags and swearing and shouting at kids who were tumbling all over the rows of benches set off to the side of the bags.

It was not what Dave had been expecting.

He told the guy at the front that ‘Rudy’ had recommended that he stop by and got a nod and a wave.

“He’s probably upstairs,” the receptionist said. “Go pick a bag, I’ll give him a buzz.”

Charlie refused to join the kids on the benches because apparently that was ��only for babies, Dad.’ She wanted to hold the bag.

She was not, in one thousand years, holding the bag.

Dave wrapped her hands and let her go at it first to ‘soften it up’ for him.

De Luca caught him adjusting the demon-child’s thumbs before they ended up at the hospital again and laughed.

“Davy-boy, you made it,” he said.

Dave snapped up straight to attention.

“I did,” he said.

De Luca laughed again.

“Relax, kid,” he said. “Damn, you’re tight wound. Don’t worry, we won’t tell no one you’re sleepin’ with the enemy.”

Ahahahaha.

Please don’t.

These people were jacked. Dave was but a kickboxing instructor.

“Here, bub, lemme see what your pops has got,” De Luca said, shooing Charlie out of the way.

And this was the moment of truth.

De Luca seemed surprised when Dave finally laid off the bag. And Dave couldn’t read his expression for a million bucks.

“Uh?” he tried. “Not good?”

De Luca blinked himself back to earth.

“Oh, no,” he said. “It’s just uh, you fight a little like someone I know.”

Please don’t say a mobster.

“Kid used to live around here; name’s Matt Murdock,” De Luca said. “You know him?”

Did—

Did he know him?

QUICK. Answer the question.

You’re takin’ too long.

He’s gonna—

“S’alright if you don’t,” De Luca said. “I was just sayin’. Kid was like one of my own.”

He—

What?

“Yeah, boy fought like the devil like his daddy before ‘im,” De Luca said. “He’s the only one Fogwell lets call him ‘Grandpa.’ He’s about your age, actually. God, I’m old.”

AHAHAHAHAHA.

Please change the subject.

“You’re not that old,” Dave said. “I think I might have heard the name.”

Charlie looked up at him, baffled at the hedging.

He pleaded with her with his eyes not to say a damn word.

“Yeah, he’s somethin’, left here for San Francisco. Didn’t even say good-bye, the little shit,” De Luca sniffed. “Came back last year all ‘I’m gettin’ married’ and I swear to god, he’s picked up some kid. Just between you and me, pal, the old guard here have been talkin’, and we think that someone missed out on the sex ed talk, if you know what I’m sayin’.”

Oh.

Poor Sam.

He wasn’t even there to scream from the mountaintops that Red was a last resort for him at best.

“I’m just sayin’,” De Luca said with a shrug that spoke far more of supreme irritation than nonchalance, “He coulda just told us. I’m just sayin’.”

Any more ‘just sayin’s’ and Diamond De Luca was gonna go find a wall to bury them in.

“Did you, uh, have any feedback?” Dave blurted out as the guy started mumbling.

“Hm?”

“Feedback,” Dave repeated, waving a gloved hand at the bag.

“Oh. Yeah, loads, kid. You got all the muscles and not a damn lick of memory, here, lemme show you.”

Crisis averted.

Thank god.

D2: hey uh, DD?

SM: DAVE

S2: DAVEEEE

S3: DAVE

SM: what’s up man?

D2: nothing I was just trying to get ahold of DD?

BT: He’s trying to get Kirsten to give up her dreams of an indoor office pond rn. Can I help?

SM: I want an indoor office pond

S3: omg same

D2: uh yeah actually could you just tell him I met a guy named De Luca the other day and he might want to give him a call?

BT: de Luca?

D2: yeah

BT: okay sure thing

D2: thanks

BT: I’ll go see if I can get a word in edgewise.

SM: good fucking luck

S2: I hate fish

S3: leave this place and never return

S2: I HATE FISH

DD: WHAT

SM: oh shit that was quick

D2: oh. I was just saying that I met Diamond De Luca the other day?

SM: ?? Who’s that?

DD: oh no

S2: ??????????????

DP (´｡✪ω✪｡´): who the fuck is that?

DD: are you still with him?

D2: no?

D2: he caught me out fliering and invited me to Fogwell’s

D2: and when I got there he mentioned my stance was like yours and he uh

D2: got a little distracted

DD: what kind of distracted?

D2: He thinks Sam’s your bastard kid

BT: GODDAMNIT

DD: FOR FUCKS SAKE

BT: First Mrs. Jones, now this guy?? TEACH.

DD: These people have zero faith in me I swear to god.

DD: like come ON man. I did sex ed in the same class as Angie he knows I’m too catholic for that shit

DP (´｡✪ω✪｡´): I looked this man up and he looks like an Italian nate with less hair

SM: wh

DP (´｡✪ω✪｡´): okay you’re right he looks nothing like nate

SM: that

SM: that’s not even slightly helpful, wade, thanks not at all. Hey who’s angie?

DD: long story. Rudy’s daughter

S2: RED YOU FUCKED A BOXERS DAUGHTER?? That’s a million dollar baby man

DD: I

DD: what?

DD: no? Why would I fuck angie she’s like my sister?

S2: oh nvm

SM: 😬😬😬

S3: I am confused ❤

D2: you should probably call him, friend

DD: on it. thanks for the notice

DD: hey what’s your fuckin name again?

S2: f

S3: f

SM: f

D2: It’s Ansel

DD: Adams?

D2: not the photographer. Ansel West.

SM: WEST

S2: OMG

S3: guys don’t

SM: I BET YOURE A SUNSET DAVE

S2: YOU EVER FEEL CALLED TO THE PRAIRIE DAVE???

SM: YOU’RE A&W, DAVE!!

S2: ROOT BEER ROOT BEER

D2: ah yes. Middle school. I remember this feeling.

Dave laid his phone on his chest and stared back up at the ceiling.

It was never dull, this new life he’d settled into.

He said a prayer for Murdock and rolled onto his side.

It was still his goddamn couch.

#fic #inimitable verse #ficlet #team red

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Fight Them || Morgan & Mina

TIMING: Current, shortly after Morgan’s run-in with Dani on campus

PARTIES: @drowningisinevitable @mor-beck-more-problems

SUMMARY: Morgan comes home, still reeling from Dani’s attack, where she is found by Mina.

“It’s never going to stop, is it?”

CONTAINS: panic attack

It was a little after ten by the time Morgan made it to her house and stepped out of the car and stood frozen in the middle of the walkway. She was fine. She had all her body parts and after three pointless detours around town, she convinced herself that there was no way the hunter girl had followed her home. She was fine. The windows glowed with warm light and the purple-white glare from the TV in the great room. She could imagine Deirdre carelessly tipping the delivery driver fifty dollars and Bex sorting out the food and Mina’s face when she got her sushi and the cringes and the small talk and the whole wonderful nothing of dinner at home in the kitchen. She was fine. Any minute now, she would shuffle forward and open the door and call out to them and Deirdre would know just how tight to hold her and she would be fine.

But Morgan’s feet would not bring her any closer to her front door. If she moved anywhere except down to her knees, it would be around the side, where she would pass the kitchen windows and the paper cartons strewn on the counters on her way to her garden, her studio, her shed. It was as if that girl’s hand was still around her throat, pinning her down, ready to cut her existence away. The night wind billowed, making the grass sing in whispers and reminding her how alone, how vulnerable she was, standing alone in the dark with her back turned to the street.

Morgan turned and marched around the side of the house until she was through the fence and staggering toward the back porch. Her chest burned, collapsing inward. There was no lung function to disrupt and so no hyperventilating to make her dizzy, her breath simply stuck in place and the fear boxed away in her spilled out of her in taut muscles and trembling hands. Morgan bent over, too tired to do anything but let her hurt take her, and opened her mouth to cry out. Only the faintest croak rattled out of her breathless lips. She clawed her throat, hearing the echoes of her own pleas in her ear, and sank to her knees at last, wheezing and whimpering all the way to the ground. She was fine. She was home. All she’d wanted was to be able to come home and now she was home, so everything was fine...

Mina had left the house early, claiming a late night swim before bed and managing to stave off any curiosity that Bex might have to stick around. All she really ended up doing is soaking, something that she probably could have done in the tub but wanted just a bit more space to do. She wasn’t even shifted much, just the patchy amount of scales broken out. She’d been about to get out anyway when she heard whimpering, crying. Pulling herself up, Mina proceeded towards the porch until she saw Morgan curling in on herself. “Morgan?” She’d never heard Morgan make that sound, and Mina didn’t know what to do. For a second, she just stood there, eyes wide, unsure of what she was supposed to do. But then Morgan started clawing at her throat, and Mina leapt forward. “Morgan!” She reached out, trying to pull Morgan’s hands away. “Hey, hey, Morgan. Can you hear me? Morgan? What happened? What’s wrong?” She looked for marks before she realized that she probably wouldn’t find any. Zombie healing took away most forms of outward harm. “Morgan, please, breathe. Please breathe. Please breathe.”

Morgan heard her name as if from inside the house, but her hands were being moved, she was being pulled again, and what if she wasn’t fast enough this time? She sat up and tried to pull away, her frightened cry coming out in broken squeaks. But it was only Mina. Morgan slumped, still shaking but no longer fighting, and at the girl’s bidding, her lungs opened and the sobs that had been trapped inside her spilled out. What had happened? The same thing that always happened. The same thing that would keep happening, until one day it stuck. Morgan tried to breathe. When she was alive, breathing had always been a dependable comfort, but the more she tried, the harder she shook and sobbed. Morgan couldn’t even lift her head to look at Mina. It felt wrong to throw this at her feet, to make her carry this with her, but she couldn’t even sit up on her own, how was she supposed to keep it together long enough to get inside? Morgan shook her head and prayed to the earth that Mina knew how ashamed she was, how much she didn’t want this for either of them.

At last, in a voice warped with tears, she said, “There was a hunter. On campus. S-she knew...I didn’t tell her anything, I’d never seen her, she just knew. What I am. I was j-just leaving the building. I just wanted to come home...” She shivered and shrank inward, hating the plaintive sound of her voice, how she couldn’t seem to stop begging.

There was that moment when Mina almost panicked because of course she shouldn’t have just reached out and touched Morgan like that without asking, but then Morgan slumped forward, and Mina grabbed her under the arms and hugged her, held her, as she cried. This was terrifying. She’d never seen Morgan this upset. Morgan was so strong, always, in Mina’s eyes. She’d never watched Morgan break like this and shatter in so many places. Swallowing tightly, Mina attempted to soothe the older woman, remembering how Morgan had comforted her before. She could do this. This was something that she could do.

“There’s a slayer on campus?” she asked. She wondered if it was the same slayer, Bex’s slayer, the one that saved her from the vampire. This wasn’t fair. There couldn’t be a slayer out there that saved one of Mina’s favorite people while hurting another one. That wasn’t fair. “It’s okay. It’s okay. She won’t come here. She’s not going to come here.” She moved them a bit, tried to keep Morgan from caving in. “She won’t come here, but, if she does, Deirdre and I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay? We won’t. It’s not happening.”

Morgan didn’t have the strength to tell Mina she was sorry for crying on her, that this wasn’t her job, that she wanted to protect her too, and if she could just get inside and see the warm lights from the great room, she might finally feel safe. The only thing she could manage between repeating some variation of what she’d already said was more cries, until her voice buckled. Then she quieted and forced her eyes open to look at the world around her while her body continued to release its panic. Thousands of blades of grass, one freshwater pool fostering plant life, one nix who had done so much for her that she would never be able to repay, two steps to the front porch. Three clouds in the sky, one moon, ten constellations she’d made up with Deirdre. She went around like that, counting the chimes that tinkled in the wind, the rustles from night bugs, the points of pressure from Mina’s grasp that she could actually feel, until the rest of her quieted and she only felt dull and hollow.

“I almost made it out on my own. I bought myself time, and then I didn’t,” she mumbled. “If it wasn’t for the fucking face-stealer, I wouldn’t...I wouldn’t…” Be here. With Mina. With anything. “I don’t want it to be your job to protect me. I don’t want the last thing I hear to be someone telling me I stopped existing the moment I died. That I deserve to be executed.” She breathed, chest shaking. “Did your dad’s friends ever tell you stories about people like me?”

“There’s really no way to prepare for something like this,” Mina said. “I’m just glad you made it out.” Her eyes widened. “There was a face-stealer, too?” Okay, alright. One problem at a time. She took a deep breath. “You’re here. You’re here. You’re here.” Mina didn’t know what she’d do if Morgan wasn’t here, if the slayer had succeeded. Would she have gone after a slayer, a human, to avenge a zombie? Would she really do that? Would she so firmly disregard her training in that way? Yes. The voice in the back of her head was tiny, but it was hers, and it was honest. She would. She would. She didn’t want to think on that too hard, didn’t want to think on the fact that she couldn’t avenge her father’s murder but would Morgan’s in a heartbeat. She didn’t want to know what that meant. Maybe it meant that she was as much of a monster as she’d always believed. Maybe it meant something else.

“It’s not my job to protect you. I want to. There’s a difference.” Mina knew this. This was about more than duty. She pulled away a bit, trying to look Morgan in the eye. “My dad’s friends were wrong. My dad was wrong. If they’d met you, they’d know that. He would know that.” The words didn’t sit well. Then, quieter, “I’ve seen zombies before.” She knew how to take down zombies, too. She’d never had to, didn’t want to, but she had the knowledge. That’s what happened when your dad wanted to be able to take one whatever, whenever, for however much was offered.

Morgan could only meet Mina’s eyes for a few moments before becoming too embarrassed of how broken she looked. “I tried to tell her…” she swallowed thickly. “To explain that I wasn’t what she thought I was. That I was a person. It was the first thing I tried…” And if it had accomplished anything at all, it had just made the slayer even more determined to kill her. It was too important to the rationalization bedtime stories some hunters told themselves. Of course they needed to stamp out any challenge they heard to that. Of course they’d try to double down. Morgan shivered, and decided to let Mina keep her own illusions; at least those were full of hope. “Were they starving, like the ones you see on TV, the zombies you saw? Or were they...like me?”

“Sometimes, they can’t hear,” Mina said, quietly. “Or they-- they-- they don’t want to hear. They don’t want-- They can’t-- To think of you as a person,” To think of myself as a person, “Is for them to completely rewrite everything that they know, that they were taught, and it’s not possible for some people because if they slowed down and they listened and they heard, they would know that you’re good and a person and that you’re not going to hurt them.” And some zombies were bad because not everyone could be a Morgan and try to live alternatively and eat animal brains cooked like a person. Not everyone did that. It was hard to explain that, especially to someone who always wanted to see the worst. How readily Mina had just… accepted Morgan as Morgan. How readily she’d accepted that Morgan could be a person, that Ari could be a person. Deirdre. They were people, and she knew that now, and maybe there was a part of her that had always wanted to see supernaturals as people but just didn’t know how. Still didn’t know how, sometimes.

Mina looked at Morgan, looked away. “They looked like you.” There’d been one man, and Mina would have never known what he was if it wasn’t for the slayer with them letting them know he was a draugr. He was old and young at the same time. He looked so tired. When they’d cornered him, Mina had looked away. She almost always looked away. “They just looked like people, but we were told they were dangerous people, and they needed to be-- So they were.”

Morgan knew what Mina was going to say before she even began. How many dinners in Texas had gone quiet when she brought up the hate crimes in Montrose or the attempts to give places the right to turn away queer couples from their apartment complexes and churches and schools and bakeries. If there was ever a real person in those discussions, and not just some hateful, fear-stricken idea, it wouldn’t be so easy. They might have to feel like a bad person. They might have to regret half their whole life in one go. And in a world that nurtured so little forgiveness, they couldn’t handle that, could they?

And with how Mina was brought up, with how her father had made her promise to be like him on pain of death, she wasn’t surprised that Mina had helped kill zombies like her, who died frightened, alone, and in so much despair. She nodded, accepting this, and sank a little further. “...It’s never going to stop, is it? It doesn’t even matter to them that I hate what human brains do to me, that I didn’t choose this, that I don’t even want to hurt anyone, much less…” She breathed deep, her breath still trembling with sobs waiting to burst. Then again. Then again. When she spoke again, her voice was firm. “Will you teach me? How to fight like them? Because I don’t want this either. I don’t want to spend the rest of my existence waiting for someone to find me and break me like I’m an abomination from hell, like I’m a thing made to be crushed. I need to be able to do better the next time this happens. I need to know I can make it home. You offered to show me once: no holding back, for either of us. Do you still mean that?”

Was it ever going to stop? Mina didn’t know. She didn’t think so, and she hated that. “They don’t-- They don’t know. They just don’t know. They don’t want to know.” She breathed in with Morgan, swallowing down bile. None of the people that she grew up with would see Morgan as a person. None of them. She wouldn’t have, over a year ago. She didn’t know what she would have done, if she’d known Morgan as a zombie before she knew her as a human. She might have found a slayer to deal with the situation. She might have never listened to Morgan about anything that she’d tried to tell Mina about supernaturals and life and just being a person. She probably still wouldn’t believe that she was a person. She took a deep breath. “I’ll teach you. I’m not losing you to people who don’t understand and refuse to listen.” She squeezed Morgan’s hand tightly. “There’s no learning to fight like them. You can’t. They were made to fight you.”

Mina’d had to learn that from wardens. She could mimic them all she wanted, but that wasn’t teaching her to fight them, just like them. “You have to learn to fight them.” She didn’t know how to fight back, only to hold her ground until she could escape. It looked like they’d both be teaching each other something. “But I did mean it. No holding back. You’re going to learn how to make sure you can always make it home.” Maybe she was damning herself, teaching a supernatural how to fight back against hunters. Maybe this was the ultimate step in the wrong direction. Maybe she didn’t care.

Morgan squeezed Mina’s hand in turn. Fight them. It didn’t sound so just-in-caseies like that. There was nowhere to hide what she wanted, how many Good Little Zombie rules she’d be breaking, how much she would be disappointing Remmy, or how much of the world she wanted to believe in might crumble away.

Gold lamplight splashed into the yard. Morgan flinched, whimpering, then she lifted her gaze to the windows. There was Bex in her pajamas, her hand still on the master switch, gaping with fear. She said a word and out of the shadows stepped Deirdre. Morgan let go of Mina’s hand to reach for her and toppled against the nix instead, too overwhelmed to remember how to balance. Deirdre was in her black robe, the one Morgan had gotten for her because it had bats and tombstones on the inside, and her hair looked damp from her shower. She was so beautiful in the most ordinary way, Morgan started to cry all over again, thinking of her swallowed by eternal nothing alongside the girls she loved so much.

Bex and Deirdre ran for the nearest door and as they knocked past each other and dashed into the garden, Morgan realized how much they looked like they’d known each other for so much longer, like they belonged in the house together.

“The hunters think I was made to fight them. Maybe I can prove them right,” she rasped, her eyes still on Bex and Deirdre, coming closer and calling her name. She swallowed thickly and hid her last words in Mina’s shoulder, audible only to the two of them. “Meet me at seven, just after sunrise. No holding back.”

Then she was surrounded, hands all over her face, bodies pressed against her back, familiar voices mixing into worried noise, and the only thing Morgan wanted more than the power to cut down anything that would take her away from this (all she loved, all she had, all that could be) was the power to hold everyone close to her at once and carry them safe inside.

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 years ago

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Ye who held too much faith (Platonic)

welp hi again, can i request daenerys x brother!reader (or sibling if ur not comfortable writing for male reader) where r gets injured and dany takes care of him. whether he wakes up i leave it up to you

AN/ Thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my writing :D Hope you enjoy!

There had been attempts on your life before. In fact, there had been multiple attempts on both of your lives during your journey together to cross the sea to take what was rightfully your own. The Iron Throne.

For Danny, her main goal was to seize the throne, but the other was to have you survive this war and be an adviser to her. As much as she knew that some families had incestuous tendencies (She was informed about them via Jorah) she broke that cycle when you were born. You were the youngest out of the siblings, thus making her more protective of you.

That’s what made this worse, that you had been hurt because of her mission to grab something to make you both feel more secure.

She had always been the protector, ever since your elder brother struck you, she did all she could to help you through those traumas. To help you feel a little bit safe, even if it meant that he turned his sights on her. It would’ve been worth it, as you would’ve been safe.

Now, here you laid, on the bed with a ghostly white colour to your skin. You looked dead, and maybe you were –

No, she couldn’t think like that, she couldn’t afford to.

You needed to be ok, you had to be. There was no other option; no other way this thing could go, really.

She wouldn’t let it.

“Have you slept yet, my queen?” Tyrion asked as he approached both of you, keeping his eyes on your sister as he spoke. He was clearly worried for her mental health; he knew that she wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. She seemed to just be losing people left and right.

Now it had really gotten personal with you.

You had to be ok, she didn’t care how it happened, you just had to be.

But, first, you had to wake up. You had to open your eyes and prove to the world that you were in fact alive.

“I’m fine.” She said, though neither in the room believe it. Both could hear the quiver in her voice as she said those false words.

“Y/N might not –”

“Y/N will be fine.” She said, firmly, as if the other option didn’t exist. As said above, she wouldn’t let that version come into existence.

“He might not be.” He warned her, but it fell on death ears.

“He has to be…. He’ll make it, I’m sure of it.” She said, determined to make those words come true.

“As much as I believe in you and your cause, faith can sometimes go misplaced in anything or anyone.” He told her.

That did not get the reaction that he wanted to garner from those words, “Is that a threat?” She asked; as much as she had started to se him as friend, she was still weary of him and whether or not she should let him in.

Still, he was here; no one else had shown up, yet. No one had even asked her that question, yet. But he had. So, that meant something.

“For once, it won’t be.” She said.

The next moment, your hand that she had been holding tighten it’s held a little. It got her attention and stopped the conversation from continuing between the Queen and the Hand of said Queen.

“Are you alright?” Was the first thing your sister asked you as you opened your eyes; you took a moment to survey the room and realise that you were indeed safe and not in any immediate danger.

You then met the slightly worried eyes of your sister; since the day your brother had hit you, she had never fully ceased with that worry in her gaze. She was always mothering you. Hell, she was more of that than a sister at times.

She was mainly that as she wanted you to feel like you could be you. That you could be happy, even if a little. She just wanted you safe.

You were awake sure, but you still weren’t out of the woods, yet.

“What happened?” You asked her with a croaky voice, she passed you a mug of water; one you drank from in a rush, desperate to get yourself back up and ready to go as quickly as you could do.

“I- I, uhm…” She wasn’t sure if you even should know how you ended up like this. She had it all prepared beforehand; her lines rehearsed to a T; but that had all gone out the window the second you had opened your eyes. All she was going on now was instinct, both sisterly and motherly, to make sure that you were ok and see if she could help you in any way.

This was not one of those ways in her book.

“Danny,” She looked into your eyes again, “Please, I just want to know what happened. That’s all.” You told her softly, in an honest tone.

She sighed, knowing that she would only be making things worse if she didn’t tell you.

“Do you need me to fetch the –” Tyrion was about to finish his offer, when Daenerys answered.

“No, I’ll be fine on my own.” Her own voice was soft, she didn’t break eye contact with you. When you heard the door close, Daenerys sat on your bed and grabbed the bandage that the maester had left beforehand.

“Ok.” She said, as she begun to painfully recount what had happened to you.

“Danny –” You said as you tried to beg your sister to let you go out to try and quell the seemingly endless amount of anarchy reigning outside. She, however, would not budge.

“No, Y/N! For the last time, I’m not letting you go out there, you’re safer here!” You sighed, knowing she was right. But that didn’t mean anything if there were still people dying.

Daenerys secretly hated that part of you, the part that was this selfless; granted, she had it too, just to a much lesser degree. Still, she knew that the fire of a dragon was deadly and rarely could be stopped. She knew that giving you the answer she gave wasn’t helping you; if anything, it was making you more and more impatient and more and more cause to want to go out and fight.

Still, that part of her soon died when the protective part of her overruled that thought.

“You are to stay, Y/N. I need you by my side…. What if you get hurt – what if you – I can’t…I can’t do this alone.” She said, letting her emotions take control now; let her worry be fully known to you. She couldn’t lose the advice you gave her; the way you could read her like a book and vice versa; but, most of all, she couldn’t lose her best friend and only surviving family member she could actually talk and communicate with.

She couldn’t go across the sea and have you not been there, it would feel hollow in doing so. She was waging this war for the both of you, after all. If you died, it would feel like this victory wouldn’t fully be earned.

“Danny,” You said softly as you grabbed her hands in your own, she squeezed them softly, “I…. I’ll stay, if that’s what you want. I’ll stay.” You promised you, even gave her a smile to try and sell it more.

She hugged you tightly, you returned the gesture, “Thank you, little brother.” She said as she then pulled away, planting a kiss on your head, before leaving to try and take back control of her currently burning city.

You let out an attempt of a calming breath as your sister turned the corner before exiting to your chambers. You had indeed done what she had asked, you just weren’t going to stay.

You also hoped that this wouldn’t backfire horribly.

“How do you know I did that?” You asked Danny as she gently took off your old bandage and replaced it with a new one. Despite not being a maester, she was doing a decent job so far. She hadn’t caused you anymore pain and was quite calm. Externally that was, internally she was worried at making even the slightest mistake and hurting you.

“It was Grey Worm’s best summary of how you got out. No one else saw you; you aren’t as sneaky as you might think you are, sometimes.” She said in a teasing voice that then saddened when she remembered where those actions that got you.

“Oh…”

The buildings were burning, and the streets were either filled with screaming people or the attackers in the city. You were in the midst of all that, of course; really, you hadn’t fully had a plan set out, mainly it was just go down and fight in any way you could.

You were capable of fighting, just not as well as these people were. You weren’t trained since birth, you weren’t forced to train every day, almost all day.

You were trained for a few hours to around a full day a week before you’d go back to supporting your sister.

So, in short, you were fucked.

You saw one civilian being attacked, and instantly ran over; the attacker swung at you, you ducked and tried to hit him; he, however, dodged and sliced you in the arm.

You sneered as you pulled a dagger and tried once again to attack the person, however, he blocked and punched you.

That was when the blade came down again.

“Why did you do it?” She asked as she wrapped the final new bandage; she did feel a bit stupid having now asked it, as she knew the answer, but she wanted to know your reasoning for it.

“You saved the city your way, I wanted to save it –” You stopped talking as you let out a gasp; Daenerys was set on edge, scared she had done something wrong; however, when your eyes started to show more blood in the corners, she knew it wasn’t her fault.

It was a poison instead.

“Y/N…? Y/N!” She cried out as she held your figure as it started to convulse erratically.

“Maester!” She yelled, hating to leave you, but having to find some help for you.

To make sure that you’d survive.

The assassin must’ve thought you dead, as they had walked away the next moment. You weren’t, however, gone. But you had failed in your job to protect the woman, her dead and cold eyes stared back at you.

You were bleeding badly; you could almost feel the blood leaving your body. You managed to turn yourself over, only to see smoke still rising from one of the houses. There were still screams, but they were less in mass and fainter; whether that be further away, or you were losing consciousness or that one side was winning.

Only thing was, you didn’t know which one it was.

You turned to your side, placing a hand on the floor, your hand had patches of blood on it dotted around; you placed your second hand, seeing the same thing, only your left one held a lot more blood. That was most likely the hand that was on your now worse wound. You were sure it was probably infected by now.

“How is he?” Daenerys asked nervously as she paced in the room, the Maester put a rag to your head to try and help with the sweating that had occurred moments after she left, it only made you shiver more however.

“It’s not just poison, my queen,” He told her gravely, “The wound was infected as well from dirt and other objects. Look here,” He pointed to your wound, “Someone had tried to cauterize it; however, they didn’t have much time or a clean instrument to use.” Danny gulped; the odds weren’t exactly in your favour for survival.

She was now allowing herself to panic, this could be your deathbed. This could be it, the moment it all fell apart.

You fell into a crawl as your wound bled more and more. You groaned as you put your hand that had been scrapping through dirt to it, ignoring what that would do to you and your already agitated wound.

You slowly got back up, stumbling forward towards your palace in an attempt to get back to your room and find a way to patch yourself up without your sister finding you and worrying about you.

That was the last thing you wanted.

Your convulsions had stopped, but your sweating and groaning in pain had not ceased. Daenerys wished there was something she could do. However, in reality, the only thing she could do was hope and pray that the Maester would heal you and this would all be over. She could admonish you and then you both would move on.

Part of her knew, however, that neither of you would be the same after this. No matter what the outcome was. Even thought she hoped for the positive one (as any sister would), she knew that it would hold a lot of questions and doubt in the coming days/months/years until you both would reach your goal.

You reached the door, bloody hand pressing against it, it didn’t take much pressure to open it. Once it did, you pretty much fell inside, letting out another groan as you hit the floor in pain.

Someone reached you, your eyes opened to see Missandei hovering above you worriedly. She was speaking, but those words were lost on you as you felt yourself fading.

When you opened your eyes again to a blurry world, you saw the recognisable clothes of Dany kneeling next to you; you felt the faint touch of her hand as her own words were inaudible to you. But you were sure they were begging you to stay awake and not to leave her.

You closed your eyes one more time. This time not reopening for a while.

She was outside of the room now, standing outside the door and nervously playing with her fingers. She didn’t have anything to say or do other than to stay silent and wait anxiously for the Maester to walk out of the room.

Finally, they did, but the grim look on their face told Danny all she needed to know.

You were gone.

Daenerys had cried before over loss; she had cried before over pain. She had never done it over both at the same time, however. This felt like knives stabbing her heart over and over again without pause or an end in sight.

You were gone; her brother and her best friend in the whole world was gone. She was alone now, truly alone; the last of the Targaryen’s and left to carry the burden of being one alone.

She, however, looked out at the view of the city. Of the city you had died for, of the city you had helped her take just like the rest of them.

She let out a breath as she rose from her bed and went out onto the balcony, already missing how you would sometimes rest next to her and talk about your day or your plans for the future.

That would never happen again.

“Fetch the Maester!” She yelled at anyone who would listen, Missandei was the one who followed through with it and left to get one. She, however, carried your body in her arms and burst into your room, placing your body on the bed.

“Please, Y/N; please, please, please, please. Don’t leave me, not yet. There’s so much we need to do. There’s so much I have to show you.”

It was an empty promise now. There was, however, one more she could follow through.

That being to take back the kingdoms in your name.

That fateful day led to a snowball affect: when she left to Winterfell, she was immediately outcasted, having you there would’ve helped calm that, helped her feel less alone; the next was the loss of two of her children, that loss made her fall further away from friends; then, finally, was the death of Missandei, her other best friend and a sister to you both.

It was what made her burn Kings Landing almost entirely to the ground, it was what led to her walking to the throne in a vision she had forgotten about long ago. She did it all in your name; all to make your death mean something.

It ended, however, with a dagger in the heart. As she slipped from this world to whatever came next. Her last thought, however, was of you; when she was an innocent but scared girl, and you were a damaged but happy child.

Those were simpler times, times when you could just be two siblings.

Now, you were both gone; if there was a world after this one, you’d meet there.

She’d make sure of it.

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ali-kitkat · 5 years ago

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Audacity Ch 4

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The room was silent for a moment before Jason erupted with laughter, falling over and landing on the floor. Marinette didn’t spare him a second glance as Damian retrieved the ring.

“No offence Pixie Pop, but you’re not exactly terrifying as is. Also how exactly is a ring supposed to help ‘rip him a new asshole’ as you put it?” Jason asked, composing himself as Damian tossed the ring to her. she slipped the ring on and closed her eyes before the flash of light blinded her.

“Hey pigtails.” A nasally voice spoke sheepishly.

“Hello Plagg.” She replied softly, holding out her hand for him to land on. The mutters from the boys were quite funny to hear, but her focus was on reassuring Plagg. “It’s not your fault Adrien betrayed us.”

“He was my kitten, bug. I should’ve known something was going on when he started to clam up with me.” Plagg cried, lowering himself into her hand. His words became unrecognizable as he blubbered about Adrien’s failings.

“What the fuck is that?”

“He is what is going to help me with Adrien. The miraculous are magic, and they’re powered by kwamis. Plagg here is the kwami of destruction and bad luck. Adrien originally held the ring, before he, you know, recreated the timeline.” She answered.

“Plagg, what say you? Are you up for a little revenge?” Marinette grinned. It was feral and unsettling which caused the boys to take a step back. Plagg, grinned back just as feral; the boys, with a silent look, decided that messing with Marinette was bound to get you maimed.

“Hold up, this thing—” Jason started.

“He’s a kwami.” Marinette said, cutting him off as Plagg hissed in his direction.

“My bad, the kwami can help you how? Also how exactly did Adrien rewrite the universe?” He continued.

“When used properly and depending on which miraculous are combined they can manipulate time, emotions, and bend the fabric of reality. Plagg here can help me transform when I say a particular phrase.” She explained, the grin still in place.

“A phrase? Can you demonstrate?” Dick asked, his family nodded their heads in agreement. Their curiosity peaked; magic was always an interesting thing to see.

“Close your eyes, when transforming the miraculous gives out the same light as when it’s been activated, similar to the one you all saw before.” Marinette gave confirmation and gestured for them to move back. After they all had taken a step back, she spoke. “Plagg, transform me!”

The flash of light was over and when she looked down at the suit, she saw how different it was from the first time she wore it. Her chest was more armored, and the gloves were weighted around the knuckles, and when she flexed her fingers the claws came out. She had actual boots this time! They were steel toed with metatarsal guards; they were heavier. The damage she could deal was eliciting a small squeal from her. Which had caused the others to open their eyes.

“Oh shit. Did she get a pair SAP gloves?”

Glancing at each of their faces was interesting, Tim and Dick were shocked. They had a little fear in their eyes as well. Jason was smiling, except he wasn’t looking at her; his eyes were trained on Damian. His mouth hung low and his eyes, which had been relieved of the mask, were wide like she had personally spun the universe.

“Close your mouth Demon Spawn, you’re going to catch flies.” Jason teased. Damian broke out of his stupor to glare at him as the other brothers started cackling. “You know, we didn’t think that Bruce’s taste in women was genetic, but this proves that theory wrong. Turns out you like dangerous women just as much as he does.”

“Todd, I swear to god—”

“Alright boys that’s enough. Jason stop teasing Damian. Marinette, what exactly is your plan to get the earrings back?” Bruce cut in, interrupting the argument that was bound to end up in a fight. Though the teasing was mildly amusing.

“Adrien is unhinged at the moment. He’s going to want the ring back, but he’s also going to want to show me that he’s my knight. I’m bait.” Marinette explained.

“Is that wise to put yourself and the miraculous in a vicinity so close to him?”

“Probably not, but I know I’m not letting him get away with what he did. He’s obsessed with me and that’s a weakness I can exploit, which means I’ve got a higher chance of winning. His desperation won’t win him any favors.”

*~*~*~*

The plan had been simple, Marinette was to take to the rooftops in order to lure Adrien out. Paris hadn’t seen the heroes since the timeline was rewritten and seeing a girl running around on the roofs of Paris was bound to gain some eyes. Especially since she was laughing as she did so. She had been out for an hour at most before Adrien had made his appearance.

“Ah, there you are milady.”

“Tsk, not your lady. You know that.”

“You will be when I get that ring. Give it back.” He growled, lunging for her. A wild look in his eyes as he did so. She ducked under his arms, kicking him in the back of the knees as she did so. He fell to the ground in a daze.

“Aw are things not going your way,” She taunted. “Is someone getting a little hissy? Catch me if you can.” She took off. The next step of the plan was to have Adrien follow her, which wouldn’t be hard if the desperate look in his eyes was any indication.

She knew the rooftops well. As did he, but the head start she had put her well out of reach. Not enough that he couldn’t spot her silhouette though. Hearing the yo-yo behind her swing out she changed her direction and slid down the angled roof. Her plan was off to a great start and it was simple, she was the bait, and Damian and his family were the babysitters so to speak. Not for her but for when she took the earrings from Adrien.

Adrien followed her through Paris, he had almost grabbed her by the ankle. Only deterred by her extending the baton and slamming it onto his hand.

*~*~*~*

She landed in the area she chose. It was abandoned, an empty factory. A place worthy for a final showdown she mused. She stood tall and stared up at Adrien.

He tackled her as he descended, knocking her to the ground. A little out of breath she twisted in his hold, rearing her back into his. Effectively headbutting him in the face and knocking him loose, off of her. Standing she punched him, hitting him in the stomach and hearing an exhale of air. He inhaled quickly while she snatched the yo-yo from his waist, stretching his legs out her knocked hers out from under her.

She quickly caught herself, he knocked her down again just as she stood back on two feet. She grabbed the baton from the square of her back and extended it into him, throwing him away from her. She retracted the baton before he could get a chance to grab it. Flinging the yo-yo in the air she pulled herself onto a beam above him. She threw the yo-yo again, this time at him, lassoing it around his feet pulling them out from under him. She pulled him up into the air, using the beam as a pulley and jumped down to face him.

“It’s over Adrien.” She said staring him in the eyes. He was glaring at her and swinging his body towards hers.

“It’s not over until I get that ring.” He snarled. “I told you. You are mine and that’s not changing.”

“It is.” She sighed. Taking the baton in her other hand, she hit him across the face with it knocking him out. Letting the yo-yo slip out of her hand she let his limp body hit the ground. The yo-yo dematerialized as she removed the earrings from his ears.

A memory resurfaced as she de-transformed and Plagg landed on her head. If my mother had never slipped into that coma then my father never would have become Papillion. Curses had begun to spill from her lips as she paced in front of Adrien’s unconscious form. There was a low whistle from her left, turning she saw Damian and his family.

“Damn it, he still has another two miraculous.” She said, slipping the earrings onto her earlobes. Tikki had materialized in front of her and flew directly into her cheek. Cupping the kwami in her hands, she let her cry her relief at being freed from Adrien.

“What do mean another two?”

“The miracle box has a variety of miraculous in it, but Fu, the guardian, lost two when he fled from the temple in Tibet, the butterfly and the peacock miraculous.” She explained while rifling through Adrien’s pockets finding nothing. “Gabriel never would have become Papillion if Emilie hadn’t slipped into a coma in the previous timeline. Papillion had an ally called Mayura, who now that I think about it, I’m sure is Nathalie Sancoeur. That never happened here, so that means Adrien either has the two missing miraculous or Fu does. Hand me some zip-ties. I don’t want Adrien to do anything stupid when he wakes up.”

Tim handed her a pair, setting Adrien’s arms behind his back she zip-tied his wrists as tightly as she could. Snagging another from Damian she did his ankles next, she was still pissed at him after all.

*~*~*~*

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amintyworld · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3: Don’t Lose Your Head - Sanders Sides Six AU

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A/N: It’s finally here. Totaling a freaking 19 PAGES on google docs, this is probably the longest thing I’ve ever written, and I hope all the wait was worth it. I’m sorry it’s so long. The good news is it seems to all fit on one post, so I don’t have to split it! Yay. Also special thanks to @if-i-had-a-spoon for test reading this chapter, please go check their blog if you have the chance, they’re amazing.

This is gonna go down in my tumblr history, isn’t it?

Summary: Relations with Farwood grow tense as Remy finds new feelings for his best friend. Meanwhile, Daniel’s world is rocked as a new lover moves in.

TW: Suggestive Themes, Cursing, Murder, Beheading, Forced Romance (Just talking about kissing), Threatening, marriage issues, cheating. (As always, let me know if I missed anything!)

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Remus sat in front of his vanity, preening himself for the night’s festivities. His father was expecting quite the performance to quench all the thirsty suitors always pounding at his door. He wore his shirt open nearly all the way, pants tight enough to show off his curves. He applied light makeup, adding his signature red lipstick, ready to leave when a servant knocked on the door.

He sighed. “Come in, if you must.”

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Remus sir, but these letters just arrived for you. They told me it’s urgent, sir.”

Remus crossed his arms, scowling. “If I had the power you’d have more than regret for disturbing me in my quarters.” The poor maid shivered at his words but made no movements to escape. “But, I am feeling generous today, so consider yourself lucky. I’ll just take the letters, then - leave it on my desk, and don’t dawdle.”

“Yes sir, right away sir.” The maid said, nodding briskly in thanks as she left the packet of letters and package on Remus’s desk for his work. He was in charge of collecting taxes from the people of Monasia, his father’s protege - wasn’t exactly hard work collecting taxes when he looked as he did. Let’s just say it was easy getting people to do what he wanted when he said what they wanted to hear.

His eyes scanned the sender of the letter and his lips curled up in a smirk. “Oh, dopey, stupid, flirtatious, Lover Boy.”

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King Thomas drew his rapier as he faced across from his son. With Remy’s birthday and decision day fast approaching, he hadn’t had much time to spend with his son. It had been a while since they’d last talked, and the Prince in question had been quiet. Too quiet.

Remy seemed unfocused as he raised his rapier to meet his fathers’ - every prince of the Sanders Kingdom had been trained in combat - sword training, fencing, hand-to-hand combat - since they were 13. Remy supposed it was a tradition.

Their swords clashed, and Thomas met his sons’ gaze. “I know you still have a lot on your mind, Remy, but-”

“But what-?” Remy huffed.

Remy’s rapier slashed his father’s. It was good to let out a bit of frustration every now and then. His mind still wasn’t made up, and he would admit the pressure was beginning to get to him. He kept reading that book his father had given him, late into the light, until his candle was a small nub, a puddle of cool wax. Part of him thought if he reached the end, he’d find the answers he needed. Hopefully, he’ll finish it before the deadline.

His father’s gaze seemed unfocused, and Remy quickly used that to his advantage, striking right and left, leaving his father scrambling for the defense. He was taught good form, and to always look for openings or weaknesses to strike. His father was prepared, of course, blocking the attack and turning the tables to attack him. Things turned silent as the two fenced.

Up above, a certain light blue spirit looked on in concern. He’d sensed the growing tension and pressure on his great-grandson, and wished that he could do something, anything, to aid him. Sadly, spirits couldn’t influence emotions, feelings, or thoughts of others - though, Patton wished more than anything at that moment to possess that ability. To be able to put Remy’s thoughts at ease - the poor boy was barely holding himself together as it was. He’d stay up, barely take a break from the book - that was certainly not healthy.

Back when he was alive, he could put others at ease so easily. Now? He could do nothing but watch.

“Room for one more?”

Patton looked up to see his husband, Daniel, leaning on the doorframe. His eyes sparkled with the sun, and his smile, though some would think sinister, Patton always saw it as sweet and timid. He gave a small smile in return, scooting over on the balcony overlooking the two below. “Always.”

Daniel just sat, watching for a few moments as their hands naturally intertwined again. All the sound that could be heard was the small sound of the fall breeze and the clanging of metal swords. It was a type of peaceful paradise, a paradise that was special for the two of them.

“Alright,” Daniel turned to face Patton, giving his husband a knowing look. “What’s wrong?”

Patton’s eyes were focused in the fight below, avoiding his gaze. “Nothing.”

“Patton Seymour, we’ve been married for 235 years-” Daniel said, crossing his arms and giving what Patton could only describe as a ‘dad look’.

“-and 7 months.” Patton piped up, looking toward his husband shyly, his gaze filled with love.

“... and 7 months,” Daniel repeated. “Point is, I think by this point we’ve been together long enough for me to know when something’s up with you.” Patton sighed, leaning against his husband’s shoulder in defeat.

“Remy just… he’s in so much stress and pain… I-I wish-”

“He’s strong, love. He’ll get through it - we did.” Daniel said, wrapping his arm around Patton’s shoulders and rubbing his thumb gently along his hand.

“Dani, we didn’t have deadlines and arranged marriages and pending wars,” Patton said softly. “Things are so much more complicated than when we were his age.”

“I know you want to help, Love, but we have to trust that he’ll make the right decision. We shouldn’t interfere, even if it has good intentions.” Daniel said, his heart thumping quicker as Patton buried his face in the crook of his neck, letting out a contented sigh. God, he loved him.

“I know, Dani,” Patton said. “I just hate feeling so… so useless.”

“Pat, you’re not-” Daniel began to defend when shouts interrupted from below. The two turned their attention to the two royals in combat, their rapiers were thrown aside and forgotten.

Thomas looked to his son. “Please, Remy. They’re getting restless waiting-”

“So them wait-!” Remy snapped. “As far as I know, I still have four more days, and I don’t intend to waste them on some diplomat charade!” He shouted loudly, not caring who heard.

“Remy, you know Farwood, please I’m begging you-” King Thomas countered, grabbing his son’s wrist. “They’re threatening to storm the kingdom, kill every last man, woman, and child, burn the villages to the ground, and then kill you and me.” Remy shook free of his father’s deathly grasp, stopping at the entrance inside when his father explained the threats.

“I won’t let that happen,” Remy said. “We’ll arrange an ambush-”

“No, Remy. No.” His father’s voice turned firm. “There is no ambushing Farwood, there is no attacking Farwood, do you understand?!” Thomas’s tone turned soft. “You know there’s no way around this, Remy.”

Remy was quiet, holding his arms around himself. He slowly cleared his throat, looking to the ground, too ashamed to face his father. He felt queasy, cowardly, the pit of his stomach in knots. He couldn’t bear the thought of sucking up, of playing nice to those monsters-

He swallowed his pride, though it felt like he was swallowing fire. “Wh-When… when are they arriving?”

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Remus stepped out of the carriage, his fresh red lipstick glistening in the sunlight. His Lover Boy was persistent, he couldn’t deny. Much more persistent than any of his other suitors back home. He was so blinded by his own lust and love, he insisted to make him his new Prince within only a few weeks of letters.

Persistence, stubbornness…

Was this supposed to be love? To be honest, Remus wasn’t sure. He took a deep breath as his face fell into his neutral pursed lips, walking out of the carriage swaying his defined hips side to side. His father’s words rang in his head: Make them want you.

He stood, staring straight ahead, awaiting for those doors to open, to meet his love. So what if Father told him to do it for the money and status? He could have a connection - a spark, that feeling he’d heard about over and over by his many admirers and suitors back home, through every word, letter, and poem. It dripped from their passionate lips and lust-filled gazes, traveled through home to home, from village to village like some kind of infection.

He’d hadn’t felt it yet - but he guessed 135th time’s a charm.

Now, Remus, you could say, was used to staring, especially the stares of others admiring his well-known beauty, but this stare… it felt cold, almost threatening. It made him feel small, and he looked around for the source.

Up on the balcony - a man dressed fancily in a crown, with some kind of face diminishment, it was hard to see from so high up. Remus thought for a second if he was his Lover Boy, but before he had time to figure it out, the figure turned and quickly left teh balcony.

“My darling Remus!”

Remus smiled at the King as he walked toward him, his brown hair waved in the wind as he returned his smile. Remus bowed. “King Benjamin of Salkenshire, it’s truly a honor your highness.”

“No need for formalities, beauty. Call me Ben.”

Remus was shown around the castle as he was swiftly taken to the King’s Quarters to freshen up. Benjamin was being quite flirty, and he’d sighed through pick-up lines and compliments - he’d heard it all before. The castle was huge, and yet Remus hadn’t really seen the figure from the balcony, and he didn’t really want to ask. From their stare, it was clear he wasn’t exactly favored by them.

The two stopped near the bedroom. “This is our room. You’ll be sleeping with me, if that’s alright?”

“Of course-”

“And who exactly is this? Another toy, Benjamin?” Their tone was sharp and chilling, and Remus turned to meet a very familiar set of eyes. He had messed dirty blonde hair, a formal yellow and black jacket and tie, those same scars, and… a crown? They leaned against the doorframe, sizing Remus up. “You really don’t want the people to worry, honey.” The man spat the last word, now looking toward the King with disgust.

“Who... are you?” Remus retorted, scanning him up and down.

“I asked first, so please be patient and wait your turn. Thanks.” The man said, holding his hand up, before looking at Benjamin. Benjamin looked fed up with the mystery man as he was with him. “I’m not doing this anymore, Ben. You have a kingdom to run, you shouldn’t be so selfish to just-”

Benjamin just glared. “If you have any complaints, the door’s behind you Daniel.” The King coldly snapped. “This is Remus Boelyn, my fiance.”

Daniel bit his lip, his arms still crossed, nodding. “Fiance, huh? Well Remus, I’m his husband.”

Wait… what?

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Prince Remy looked up from the journal with a sigh. “Man, these two REALLY hated each other. Rightfully so, too. Who even tries to marry two people?!”

The yellow spirit of Daniel gritted his teeth. “An idiot, that’s who.” He cursed under his breath. “A bloody bastard murderer tyrant king-!”

“Woah there, Dee.” Remus gave his friend a comforting smile. “That’s too much swearing, even for me.” Daniel returned the smile, but his face fell as he looked back to Remy, a knock on the door grabbing his attention. Emile entered the room with a floured apron, a plate of cookies and a warm smile. The two spirits turned their attention to the new arrival, quickly going quiet - Remus’s arm still around Daniel’s neck. Emile bowed deeply as he entered.

“Your highness.”

“Hey Em.” Remy gave his friend a small smile, sitting up on the soft duvet. “Don’t ‘your highness’ me, you know how much I hate that.”

Emile gave his friend a comforting smile. “Sorry Rem, you know how angry Madame Patrcia gets about formalities. Respect and all. If she hears me call you by your name again, I’ll be toast.” He laughed a bit, awkwardly standing with the plate of cookies, unsure of what to do.

“Yeah, well it’s nice to hear my actual name from someone other than my father. ‘Prince’ never seemed to fit very well with it, you know.” Remy returned his friend’s smile.

“I heard what happened. It’s amazing how fast gossip travels in such a large castle.” Emile said, moving to set the plate on the bed. “Cinnamon Chocolate Chip. I figured you may need a bit of a pick me up.”

Remy picked up one of the warm cookies in his hand, inspecting it. It wasn’t an extremely popular cookie, or even a well-known recipe throughout the kingdom. He remembered how the staff would make some every now and then for the castle, and he’d sneak down late at night to bring up a plate to eat in his room. For some reason, they always reminded him of his mother - he barely knew anything about her, since his father rarely brought her up, but he remembered the scent. A sweet cinnimony vanilla, almost like what warmth would smell like. It burned in his memory, and it clung to the cookies. Remy, as he grew, found himself in times of sadness or stress, with that same cookie in his hand. It was a comfort. Remy took in the scent for a second, closing his eyes.

It smelled so much like the scent, so close, and his mouth broke into a smile. He took a bite, and let the warmth of the cookie travel through his body. He opened his eyes to look to Emile standing by his desk, smiling and looking towards him with an expression Remy couldn’t exactly place. “Thank you.”

Emile’s smile only grew as silence passed between the two friends, and Remy finished his cookie, reaching for another. “What’re you smiling about?” he said, beginning to laugh as Emile smiled even bigger.

“Oh nothing.” Emile said, giggling a bit.

“Aw come on Em, now I’m really curious.” Remy said, turning his attention to his friend. “Do I have chocolate on my face or something?”

“No no… w-well, you do, but…” Emile’s cheeks were lightly dusted pink as he nervously laughed, trying to find the right words. “It’s, uh… a bit hard to explain...heh.”

Remy moved the plate toward his side as he patted the space in front of him. Emile looked so happy, so incredibly happy. Remy had never seen him smile and laugh this much ever. A part of him wanted to see that look on his face for as long as he lived. It made him feel light, happy. He wanted to know what made him so happy so Emile could be this happy forever. “Then don’t explain. Just tell me.”

Emile slowly walked over and sat down, thinking of what to say. He looked at Remy, breaking into a soft fond smile as he used his apron to begin getting chocolate off Remy’s face. “They’re this look in your eye. I… I haven’t seen it before. You just looked content, happy, I… I couldn’t help but smile myself, I guess.”

Remy smiled fondly, his heart beat faster. “Your smile is really pretty, you know.”The two were once again extremely close, and Emile blushed, laughing. Remy quickly joined in, gaining a blush on his own. Emile leaned in, laying a bit on Remy’s shoulder, smiling.

Remy couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful thing in the world. All these happy, soft, light feelings were new. He didn’t know if they were always there, but he knew whatever he was feeling was strong, and he knew he liked it. Looking down at Emile once more, he moved closer towards Remy’s chest, and their eyes met. Emile couldn’t stop smiling, and Remy’s heartbeat quickened, looking into his eyes. A faint blush spread across his cheeks.

He really, really, liked it.

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King Benjamin was a king, a title which meant two things - power and paperwork. Benjamin loved power, that was for certain. He liked being in control, and he liked controlling others - like making sure a certain thorn in his side was out of his life for good. He’d admit it’d been easier to deal with Daniel’s presence with Remus around. He was truly a work of beauty - Benjamin was sure the gods sculpted his curves and bright dazzling eyes. Only a creation of the gods could pull him to his knees with only a simple stare. Remus was entirely his.

Benjamin’s mind often wandered during his boring paperwork in his office. Ruling an entire kingdom, though with its fair advantages, was extremely boring at times. He was fantasizing as his quill pen barely touched the paper when a servant walked in. Ben quickly stood at attention. The servant handed him a stack of papers. “Here’s the Official Law Book of Salkenshire, Section 44 as you requested, your highness.”

“At ease.” He said dismissively, and the servant stopped their bow and quickly scurried away. Benjamin looked down at the stack of papers and sighed. Section 44: Marriage Law.

A rule. A single sentence made sure Daniel stayed. Benjamin saw it as a mistake, a technicality. Mistakes, he reminded himself, can be so easily fixed. If only Daniel had signed the damn divorce papers, he wouldn’t have this problem, would he? Benjamin’s fists clenched slightly in anger. He wanted Remus as his husband and his lover, but without the divorce being official, Benjamin was stuck with him.

He was so focused on his work, scanning and reading, for the first time he didn’t hear someone come in. Remus wrapped his arms around Benjamin from behind, surprising him a little, but when Remus began messaging his chest he began to hum in contentment. “You’re so tense, babe.” Remus said, smooth as honey. “I swear you work so hard you don’t give yourself a break sometimes.”

“Hmm, hello darling,” Benjamin chirped. “How was your morning?”

“It was okay, as usual. Daniel kept critisizing my every move again. He’s lucky I’m so civil.” Remus said, leaning down to kiss Benjamin’s neck. “Watcha reading?”

“Just some boring law.” Benjamin said. “Wish I could just spend the day with you.”

“Hm…” Remus hummed. The two settled into a somewhat comfortable silence for a while. Remus bit his lip after a moment, looking down to Benjamin. “You are still going to marry me, right?”

“Of course my darling, things are just complicated.” Benjamin insisted, looking up from his books to kiss Remus’s hand. “If I could, I would marry you today, my love.”

“Complicated, huh…” Remus just smiled. Complicated. Complicated could mean so many things. So many things he didn’t really like to be true. But, Remus was smart. He knew how to play the game, as his father would say.

He knew how to get a head.

Daniel busted into the room, and Remus stared up with an icy glare. Daniel stared back with his own glare that matched Remus’s. Tension began to grow around the three, sitting in tight silence. The air sat thick, and each lover stood completely still, as if at any moment, any step… blood would be shed and splattered across the wooden desk. Daniel’s gaze never shifted from Remus as he spoke. “We’ve been hit with an attack. Millions of innocents are fighting for their lives at the edge of our lands by unknown trespassers. The General insists on an immediate response.”

Benjamin’s voice was extremely calm, looking down at his book. “Hm, what a shame. Please tell me, exactly, how does that affect you, Daniel?”

“Millions are dying in the streets, my King.” He spit the word like poison. “As a member of your treacherous household, it is my duty and responsibility for the people-”

“Ah, I see. You seem to be lacking in knowledge, Daniel.” Benjamin’s eyes flicked above the book, with a sickening grin on his mouth. “You seem to be forgetting your place. According to the Salkenshire Book of Law, a married husband to the King has no power over major decisions, nor any power to order official decrees, or even lead an army.” Benjamin’s gaze was deadly cold. “You serve no one but me, your highness, and even that has been stripped away from you.”

Remus grinned as Daniel’s face grew angerier and angerier with each passing word. It looked like he would hit the King square in the mouth if he could. But the fact was, he couldn’t. Remus felt a possessive fire under his skin, and turned to straddle the King, kissing his neck. He couldn’t deny it now, the King was his, and his alone.

“You won’t get away with this, you monster.” Daniel spit.

“It seems I already have, my dear. I’m putting in a new law, didn’t you know?” Benjamin just smiled. “Leaving your mark and all that - it’s a new divorce law. With the evidence you just gave me on abusing power, I’m sure the advisors would be willing to listen.” Daniel’s eyes widened. Ben’s words were sharp and to the point. “I suggest you get an early start on packing. Your services are no longer required.” Daniel’s eyes brimmed with tears. He had nothing left to say.

Remus’s kiss was deep and long, and he looked back to the former lover with a smirk. “Oh, are you too dumb to get it, hon? He wants my ass, not yours.” Remus laughed as Daniel cried more, running out the door and slamming it behind him.

Finally.

Benjamin just looked to Remus in hunger, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “I’m so sorry for that disruption, my love. Now, where were we?” God, he was so hot.

Remus just smirked. “I was getting hungry, my love.”

“Were you?” Benjamin breathed as Remus kissed, sucked and licked the King’s neck, leaving a mark. Their bodies pressed together in the chair, heated passion fueled the air. Benjamin’s heart hammered, smiling. “Come to think of it, honey, so am I.”

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Daniel was kicked out of the castle the next day, and he stood outside the front gates of the majestic castle, holding the little he owned in a small bag. Benjamin had taken back all the fancy clothing, the jewelry, anything he’d gotten from him in all the years they’d known each other, were married to each other. Benjamin acted like it was a favor to get rid of ‘painful memories’, but Daniel knew the truth - he couldn’t bare giving him any cushion to land on when he kicked him out.

He had a bit of clothing, some essentials, and a bit of money to his name. Daniel looked around at the townsfolk, staring, most of them in shock. The busy marketplace, usually filled with chatter and merchants yelling their wares, is suddenly quiet as Daniel passes. Daniel breathes as he holds back tears, walking through the town with his head held high.

“Is that the Prince?”

“I knew he’d get kicked out, he always seemed like a cheater-”

“Finally coming down from his fancy palace to walk among the common folk, huh…?”

“Another lover, what a gold digger.”

Daniel walked through the crowds with false confidence, quickly ducking into an empty alley, letting the waterfall of tears free. “Stupid, stupid, stupid…” He was a stupid idiot. Of course Banjamin didn’t love him, how could he ever think anyone would ever love him? All he had was his looks, now he was worthless. Remus’s words repeated in his mind…

The way his mustache curled as he smirked evily, almost out of pity. How he sat in Benjamin’s lap, practically eating his face whole, only to look to him like he was nothing but a dirty stain that wouldn’t come out. A rat. A mistake.

“Oh are you too dumb to get it, hon?”

Tears stained his cheeks as he tried to quiet his sobs to not attract attention. He was embarrassed. HIs heart felt like it was broken into a million pieces, and it quickly was replaced with a tougher shell.

“He wants my ass, not yours.”

Daniel wiped away his tears. He’s been in worse before, felt worse before - both his parents died when he was 15, a group raided their village and killed any who stood against their reign. It hadn’t lasted long, yet while others easily forgot, Daniel could never forget. With two bullets, they lay lifeless on the floor, in a pool of their own crimson blood. He’d knelt before them, shaking them, tears blurring his vision. He hadn’t heard the click of the gun, or noticed the point of it towards his own head. Not until he realized they were really dead, that his parents were really gone, that he was an orphan, that he moved his head to look toward the sky, to look for some sort of reasoning in all this.

If it weren’t for that soldier’s arrival, he’d be dead.

His aunt always told him that you needed to do whatever you needed to, to get by. She told him to play the world for all the money it was worth, to pay for the next day’s price of living. But when he was noticed by the Prince, working in the palace, his aunt’s warnings of distancing himself and thinking of money, of security were gone. He stopped thinking about survival, and started thinking of love.

Daniel stopped listening to his head, and began listening to his heart. It was dumb and stupid. He never should have fallen in love. Love is for suckers.

“Prince Daniel?”

Daniel stepped back in shock, and a dirtied teenage boy in rags walked into the light. They both looked to each other a moment, silence passing between them. He held himself, studying the boy. Daniel’s eyes narrowed, those brown eyes looked familiar, that ruffed hair…

“You… you tried to kill me, you drove me off a ravine-!” Daniel stammered, stepping backwards. He didn’t want this little assassin to finish the job, his survival instincts kicked in quickly, like old friends.

The teen grabbed his wrist. “Wait, your highness-!”

Instantly Daniel’s body kicked into fight-or-flight, and within seconds, the attacker from that night he recognized, Alex, was restrained. “Leave me alone. If you think your rebellion is going to win just by killing me, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“No! Your highness, I just… I just want to talk!”

Daniel quickly released Alex as he tumbled to the floor. His mind was scrambled. He looked to the teenager, extremely confused, as he stood up. “Talk…?”

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“Now, when the Farwoods’ arrive, we must be diplomatic. I’ll try to handle the King and Queen, just don’t mess things up with Anne.” Thomas spoke, pacing the room.

“How… how could I mess things up with her, father?” Remy asked. “It’s not like I’m gonna just slap her or anything.”

“W-well, Anne is extremely close to her parents, and her parents, well… they’re expecting a royal who’s ready to settle down. Any indication of otherwise and they won’t be happy. This night has to go perfectly-”

“Jeez Dad, no pressure or anything.” Remy said jokingly to somehow clear the tension, trying to breathe - he didn’t need more stress than he could handle, and with decision day drawing near, he was certainly at his limit. He was used to not letting things get to him, of course - such was the way of a prince, or any royal for that matter. But his father always lessened the blow of pressure while he grew up, to help him flourish and thrive - as an adult, his father couldn’t shield him from everything.

“Just whatever she wants, do it. Hand holding, kissing…”

“Waitwaitwait… you’re expecting me to kiss her?” Remy could not believe what he was hearing. He’d never even had his first kiss, and his own father is expecting him to kiss this girl he’s rarely interected with?

“Only if she wants.” Thomas looked at his son’s facial expression and sighed. “Look, I’m so sorry you have to deal with this, but I promise to you whatever happens that night, it’s for the good of the kingdom.”

Remy just sighed. “I know. Doesn’t mean it’s easy.”

“It sure isn’t, Remy.” The two royals turned their attention to the eldest, Thomas’s father - Logan. His voice was gravely and older, yet somehow still smooth and calming. Wrinkles adorned his soft skin, his deep blue eyes still glimmering with life, curiosity, and wisdom. He shuffled, walking slowly with a wood-carved cane. His hair was completely grey, some even turning white. He coughed suddenly, his older body shaking as he went into a coughing fit.

Thomas rushed over to his father. “Dad, you really shouldn’t be out of bed, the healer-”

“The healer can tell me off later. I think I’m old enough by now to have the right to walk around my own damn castle, hm?” Logan’s voice was hoarse, and his body clung to the cane as he moved to sit next to Remy. Logan looked to Remy, then to Thomas. “What’s the matter with you two?! You look like it’s someone’s funeral.”

“Farwood got upset with Remy’s indecision, father. They’ve threatened to attack unless Anne and Remy get some more time together.” Thomas solemnly says. He just simply sat, looking down at the folded hands in his lap. “We...we have no choice.”

Logan’s hands rested on the cane, swaying it around. “Farwood’s always been arrogant, it’s their nature. Any wise leader knows the way to deal with a bull is to let it run wild.” Logan’s hand moved to Remy’s shoulder, a calming grounded presence, almost a comfort. “That doesn’t mean it won’t make a mess.” Logan turned to Remy, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “But the thing about bulls is, that eventually, they’ll run into something they can’t break.”

“Thank you, Grandpa.” Remy says, locking eyes with him after just staring at the marble floor. “It’s nice to see you again. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, little mousey.” Logan smiles at his grandson. “Do you have the book?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Logan said. “Read it, Remy. Our family has been strong in the darkest of times, and I know you can be too. Be strong, Remy.”

“I will, Grandpa.” Logan’s throat went into another coughing fit. He looked extremely pale, almost like his soul, his heart, is the only thing holding him together. Thomas moved quickly, rubbing his back until the coughing stopped. He picked up his father with ease, which only worried Remy more.

His father looked at him. “It’s late, you should get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay.”

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Remus’s sobs filled the dungeon as he held himself closer, warming himself as a cold winter draft flowed in through the bars. He didn’t want this, he never wanted this. Everything was perfect, everything was so incredibly perfect between them. How could he just… he didn’t - he didn’t mean to do anything wrong. He never meant to hurt anyone.

How did it get to this?

It started after they quickly eloped, and began their blissful days with passionate kisses and bliss in each other’s arms. Remus would often spend his days on the King’s lap, making him feel good while he worked. The servants and staff eventually got used to the sight, unfazed as they handed the King paperwork or letters. They were so close and so in love their bodies were almost always together, their hearts beating as one. Remus liked the feeling, and got addicted to Benjamin’s breaths close to his ear.

Remus just got addicted to Benjamin - the way he deepened his kisses, the way his body felt on fire, how he cursed under his breath, his hungry eyes… Remus was addicted to every inch of him, and he wasn’t afraid to admit it. This was love. Remus could feel it deep in his heart - that aching feeling. It was finally his, he was finally in love for the first time.

They learned, over time, that they were more in common than they thought. They both were hungry for power and passion, and often fed off each other's energy.

Controversy sprang up over the new royal couple once a tattletale servant overheard Remus's comment to Daniel. The people questioned their King's choice - it wasn't just about what he wanted, the kingdom mattered too, and Salkenshire didn't want Remus.

But Benjamin didn't care for revolt, and when the people went too far, punishment put them in their place. They'd learn to respect their new crowned prince.

Of course, there were always disadvantages - when Benjamin’s buddies were over and he served drinks and shots over poker, a few would always cop a feel if they thought they’d get away with it, and when his friends were drunk, they’d always practically throw themselves at him, and he’d always push them toward the door, maybe with a little more force than necessary, but what can he say? It got the job done.

After a few months of fun, Remus noticed something strange about Benjamin - every Friday, he goes out for late meetings at 8, and returns at 2am. He wasn’t exactly an expert at running a country or attending meetings, but he knew they don’t exactly last that long. Something was going on. When he bothered staying up to see what was going on - he was greeted with a discovery.

Some pink lipstick stains on his collar, abs, and chest. That paired with a massive hangover only led to one conculsion - he was out seeing other lovers. Others would freak out in this situation, maybe break up or confront them, maybe even get even or get revenge. But, Remus was calm. Ben was out with others for a reason, and if this was how their relationship was going to work, he could do the same.

Make them want you, Remus.

After his buddies were drunk he made out with one on the fancy sitting room couch. It was scary how easy it was to get them somewhere private. Benjamin walked in, his eyes bulging wide and his face going beet red. He cursed him out, called him names, and Remus just crossed his arms. “Well you know what? At least I have the decency to own it.”

And, that was it.

His face going ice cold, he ordered the guards to bring him to the dungeon. He was to be beheaded at sunrise. Remus’s eyes had filled with tears as he sat in his knees, clinging to Benjamin and begging for forgiveness. Apologies flowed out of his mouth like running water, and even as he was dragged through the hallways, they never stopped.

Now, red lipstick smeared, clothes wrinkled and ruffed, Remus just sat in the holding cell and cried.

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Daniel sat on a roof near the castle, his hand wavering near his light sword tight around his back. He pulled up the black mask around his face tighter, looking around and taking in his surroundings. Security was tighter for some reason, but that wouldn’t be a problem for him. He could take down the guards easily, the only obstacle was being spotted. He quickly ran hopped from roof to roof, getting a closer view.

The stone castle was dimly lit by candlelight, most of it completely consumed in darkness. He recognized the large balcony adorned with those familiar silk curtains he'd seen every morning for what seemed like forever. He sighed painfully at the memory, closing his eyes for a brief moment. His hand reached up to brush the scars adorning his face, the memory burned into the soreness of the scars - 25 years of dopy, stupid happiness.

Daniel quickly retracted his hands. He couldn't get distracted. He looked back to the gigantic balcony.

Well, the balcony was the goal - get in, get out.

Daniel hopped down from the roof into the dark alleyway, grunting as the force of the ground met his body. Immediately, Daniel was pinned up against the wall, knife to throat, but Daniel wasn't scared. This was routine.

The dark figure spoke - "The eyes of the enemy…?"

Daniel rolled his eyes. "...are the eyes of royalty." Quickly, he was let down as the masked figure unveiled themselves - Alex. "Al, passcodes are cliche. We really need better security."

"Well when you're in the streets it's the best security you have, J." Alex said, leading the way deeper into the darker alley, and both their eyes quickly adjusted to the darker atmosphere. “How’s it look?”

“Place is crawling with guards, but I know we came here to party.” Daniel smirked at Alex’s grin.

“Hell yeah.”

“As long as we get to the balcony, we’re set.” Daniel said, with a wave of his hand that radiated confidence. Two other figures landed in front of them.

“No one’s tailed us, thankfully. This is the night, gentlemen - don’t piss your pants and we might pull this off.” The figure closer to Daniel spoke, taking off her mask to reveal ebony hair and intense eyes. The other figure’s eyes sparkled, taking in the night sky and the scene. Violet and Squirt - two other elite members of the rebellion, Violet being the leader. When Alex found Daniel on the street 5 months ago, he’d offered a proposition. The rebellion was planning on assasinating the King for years, but needed some knowledge of the castle - hiding spots, quick exits. Alex saw Daniel in the alley and the thought clicked that no one would be better equipped to help than him.

Violet didn’t trust him right away - after all, he used to be a royal. But, overtime Daniel proved his loyalty to the rebellion and to his people, and Violet let down her guard. She even apologized to him about the accident, but Daniel wasn’t having it. He told her there was no need to apologize, they clearly didn’t mean to go after him personally, it was obviously some plan to get at Benjamin.

Violet stepped toward Daniel. “Janus, you have us a way in?”

Janus. Daniel had read about him in a book of gods somewhere - a gatekeeper. He was the Roman god who held the key to the door. One night, it came to him - he wasn’t Daniel anymore. Daniel was the naive fool who fell for Benjamin’s trickery, who failed to save his people. So, he decided he’d be Janus, that he’d open the doors for his people to be free, and he’d finally end Benjamin’s tyranny.

Daniel was dead. Janus was born.

“Balcony. If we can reach that, that leads straight to his bedroom. We can take care of business and split.” Janus looked at his friends. “No harm is to come to the Prince. We tie him up, jail him and take over. No more blood should be spelt than what’s necessary.”

“Aye aye.” Violet said. “Squirt. You and I will take out the guards below while Alex and Janus sneak in. No matter what happens, this ends tonight.”

“Here here.” Squirt said, taking out his throwing knives. “Al, you ready?”

“Let’s do this.” Alex said, pulling out his dagger. He walked over to Squirt, facing the wall and ready to jump back on the roof. “Two whistles, don’t forget.” Janus just nodded in response as the two jumped up on the roof, off to take out the guards.

“This is it, Jan.” Violet said, before jumping up onto the roof, Janus following behind her.

“That it is.” Janus responded. The two were silent, masks up and weapons ready. They jumped across rooftops with ease, landing only with the tiniest of thuds as to not wake or alert anyone of their presence. Janus learned as a Rebel you had to be really good at slipping into the silence, and into the darkness. It’s your safety and your cover, and without it, you’ll be killed all too quickly.

Janus tapped Violet and pointed to walls, then to his own daggers. Violet nodded. The sun began to peak over the horizon, as the two made their way toward the balcony. Janus shielded his eyes from the bright rays as they chased away the dark night to morning. The whistles sounded and the two began climbing the wall, pushing their daggers into the stone as they shimmied upwards. A bell tolled in the distance, and the two rebels heard the sounds of teh twon come to life as the day began. They needed to get this done quickly before he woke up.

This was their one perfect chance, they could NOT mess this up.

That’s when Janus saw him. Remus, clothes ripped, body dirty, makeup staining his face from crying. Remus was crying. Suddenly, everything else just disappeared. He… he knew that face, that feeling… He’d felt that way for months before he’d just grown numb to it.

“Hereby on June 25th, Remus is sentenced to beheading by order of the Great King Benjamin for cheating and besmirching of His Grace’s good name…”

Janus’s heart burned with sympathy. Dammit.

“Janus!” Violet yelled and his attention quickly snapped upwards. “Come on, we have to go-!” Janus knew he had to, he knew it was his duty to the country that he failed to serve and protect from danger, he knew all this and yet his heart made him look down once more. Violet looked at his expression and her eyebrows furrowed. “Jan, whatever you’re thinking, stop it.”

“Vi you need to get up to the balcony, get it done and I’ll meet you there.”

“Janus…?”

“Just get up there, okay? Save the kingdom… I gotta go save an asshole first.”

“Janus…” Violet’s eyes searched Janus’s. “... why, Janus? He’s just as guilty as him.”

Janus sighed. “Maybe he is, I don’t know. But I promised to protect my kingdom, and that includes him.” Janus looked back down. “Just get up there, okay?” With a quick slide of the daggers, Janus dropped to the ground, and up onto a roof.

Time to save an asshole.

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Remus had laid their head upon the wood, savoring his last moments as the sun warmed his face, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the glee of the crowd. His charges were listed, and he heard the axe slice through the air. He tried not to be afraid. He breathed in deep as the axe swung down, and-

Nothing.

Uh, Remus didn’t think this was exactly how beheadings worked. Where was the blinding pain, the thud of his head falling to the ground?

He was grabbed by his bindings and pulled upward, noticing with wide eyes the executioner lying unconscious on the ground, the person behind them holding them by the bindings pointing the axe at the charge reader, raising his hands in surrender.

“Look, it’s one of the rebels!” Someone shouted in the crowd, making them cheer at the scene. Remus didn’t know what the rebels wanted with him, and his mind was scrambled and more importantly, confused. Wind whistled in his ears as he was dragged upward onto a roof, and their captor began to jump from roof to roof, until they quickly dropped down into a dark alley. Remus was thrown down onto the ground harshly, and he winced for some sort of stab, or pain, but with a whistle of the axe, his bindings were cut. He turned around to the Rebel, face to face.

As he moved to stand, the axe was quickly pointed at his chest, and he decided moving probably wasn’t the best option. “If you’re going to kill me, just do it.” Remus snapped at the Rebel standing over him. “I would have preferred the quick beheading, but I suppose some people would rather kill me themselves.”

The brown eyes scanned Remus, and he swore they looked familiar, but he shook the feeling away. They spoke, muffled through the black mask. “Leave. Go find somewhere to hide before they find you.”

“So you’re… not going to kill me?”

“Think of it as the only mercy you’ll receive in this life. Now move it.” The way they spoke was so familiar, but Remus couldn’t put his finger on it… did he know a Rebel? More importantly, why did the Rebel save him? Remus’s eyes looked at the Rebel, studying them carefully.

“Do I know you?”

“Do you not understand me, Remus?! YOU NEED TO MOVE!” The Rebel yelled, and Remus’s brain clicked. There were only two people who called him by his first name - the attendants were too afraid to address him directly. He slowly stood, looking over the Rebel again, and his eyes widened in shock.

“Daniel?!”

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“Come on, we need to move!” Janus grabbed Remus’s wrist as he dragged the former royal through roof after roof, hoisting him up vines until they made it to the balcony. Janus heard scuffling inside and put a finger to Remus’s lips. He whispered harshly. “Quiet. He can’t know you’re here. Just stay outside, I’ve got to handle something.” Remus nodded firmly as Janus pulled out his dagger, and slowly entered the dimly lit room.

The scuffling had stopped. Was it over? It had to be. Violet must have killed him. It was so dark he could barely see a thing, but from the sounds, he was sure there was blood on the floor. He quietly whistled, and was suddenly pushed up against a wall. “How many more of you rats are there?!”

The King. Oh no… Violet…

He kicked him between the legs and pinned him down to the ground, Ready to slit his throat as planned, until Benjamin decked his throat, making his choke on air as he quickly turned the tables. “Every time I think I’ve killed you all, you keep coming back.”

“You know, I think if... ugh… your Kingdom has a rebellion, something’s wrong with the ruler.”

“Oh, really? Well, thanks for your input, but it’s time for you to die now like your feisty friend…”

Janus grabbed Benjamin’s wrist and twisted it as he screamed out in pain, kicking him square in the face, making him go flying as he headed for the balcony. Oh no.. Remus-

Janus rushed through the doors quickly, but the King already had Remus by the hair with a bloodthirstly gleam in his eye, the axe ready to cut. “Not another step.” He looked down at Remus, his hair messed looking slightly unhinged. “You know, Love, I wanted to behead you myself - Holding you at my mercy, seeing the blood drip from your head as you take your final breaths…”

“You… you motherf-”

With a thud, his head plopped to the ground, eyes wide in shock and pain. Blood splattered the floor, and Remus’s body slumped over, a puddle of blood forming around it. Janus stepped back, upset, growing into complete and utter anger. “You… you monster!”

“I’ve never claimed to be anything else.” The King stepped forward, unhinged look in his eye and axe in hand. “Now it’s your turn, rat.”

Janus remembers him screaming, and yelling. He remembers slicing, pain… stinging… blood. The next vivid vision he had was his hands wrapped tightly around the King’s throat, his body pinning his own down, hatred fuleing his blood, and squeezing.

“D-daniel…?!”

He remembers choking noises, and blood… so much more blood. The next thing he remembered was looking down at the dead King, his hands covered in red. The way his eyes rolled back, the paleness of his dead corpse.

Crying. He remembers crying, and fear. He couldn’t stop crying, he couldn’t stop…

“What have I done…?!”

A green translucent arm wrapped around Janus’s back in comfort. The green spirit looked down at the corpse in distaste. “You did what you had to do to survive, Daniel. He would have killed you.” Remus tries to tell his friend. “You saved me from him, Daniel. You saved me… you saved the entire Kingdom.” He looked at his unconsoulable friend. “Please don’t cry.”

Remus looked down at his new form. “I don’t know what this is, Daniel, and I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you showed me such kindness when I was… so, so horrible to you. But I promise, for as long as I’m able, I’ll be here for you.”

Remus’s translucent hand fazed through Daniel’s. “My...my friend…”

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richkidznation · 5 years ago

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Title- Uh, oh. Sinopse- Bolt should've been more careful Genre- angst and a bit of fluff at the end??? Characters- Bolt, Dani, Wasabi, their parents, manager, and Queenie (Daichi) from @infntyroyal Warning(s)- Fainting, swearing, they go to the hospital, Bolt has to take care of his health better oof- don’t do what he did pls akhfds Note- “Italics are for Korean, normal text is for Portuguese!” - Long post ahead this bitch HUGE- anwyays enjoy!! ^^ // Set in 2016, explanation of my last post!

Bolt was stupid, no one could deny that, not even himself.

But today, he broke his record of stupidity.

The boys all trained for their debut, everyone had been practicing for weeks now. Like usual, they'd just finished rehearsing the choreography when Bolt asked to sit down for a moment.

"... You okay?" Wasabi kneeled in front of him, shaking his hand in front of his face and got no reaction. Bolt just stared blankly in front of him.

Truth is, maybe he didn't sleep well, or didn't eat well, or didn't care about himself at all these days, or weeks, he wasn’t sure anymore. He thought he could pull an all-night here and there and maybe, just maybe, he went too far. But now wasn't the time to rest and sleep, he couldn't leave his brothers alone to take a nap or have a snack, right?

"I'm fine, let's keep going." He stood up, staying still for a few seconds, he felt dizzy, but quickly dismissed it. "Just one more, yeah?" He looked at Dani, who nodded. "Then we'll have lunch." The elder explained before turning the music back on, they got in place and came back to dancing.

But somewhere while dancing, maybe he moved his head too fast, maybe it was the twist, or jumping, he didn't quite remember. All he knows is that everything went black suddenly, he felt his body shut down and fall on the ground and the last thing he heard was both the other boys calling for his name.

Once he regained consciousness, the first thing we saw was Dani's face close to his, Wasabi, and their manager shaking fans at him to help him breathe. He was dizzy and disoriented. "What's happening? Why is our manager here?" Bolt asked groggily, Dani sighed, relieved he had woken up.

"We're taking you to the hospital, dude, you blacked out." Dani took a streak of his hair out of his face, holding it back to his hair wouldn't be in the way, Bolt felt a streak of sweat fall through his face. "You just fell in the middle of the song." He seemed worried, his face sweaty as well, not only from the practice.

"I already messaged our parents," Wasabi warned, blowing gently on Bolt's face, "they want to talk to you once you're feeling better."

Bolt was about to say something when a staff person entered the practice room, everyone turned to face them and they announced, "The car is ready, do you need help with him?" They asked, both the manager and Bolt's brothers nodded as they all gathered to carefully take him out of the building, his arms wrapped around both his brothers’ shoulders as the manager walked next to them, ready to catch him in case he fell. He complained that he could walk by himself and ended up almost falling once he tried many times until he finally gave up.

They all sat in the car, the manager driving it as the three boys were on the backseat, the other two doing their bests to make Bolt more comfortable as he fell asleep and woke up multiple times. "I'm alright, I can keep going, I'm not fucking dead." He complained, already annoyed.

"You keep passing out, dumbass," Dani said, looking out the window to notice they were close to the hospital. "What the fuck did you do? Huh?" He turned back to face the youngest, who just sighed. "Tell me, did you drink? Did drugs? What the fuck, dude?" Bolt whined in response.

"No, I didn't… Why would I- You know what? Turn around, I don't need to go to the hospital."

"Yes, you do." Bolt scoffed at Dani's answer, "Why?" Dani replied harshly, "Because I fucking told you so, Renan. Now shut up." Dani looked out the window, still holding Bolt's hair back, an awkward silence kept going in the car until they arrived at the hospital, Bolt felt a streak of sweat run down his face.

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"It's nothing too bad, he just needs to rest. We also did some tests and apparently he has an iron deficiency, but nothing too terrible." The doctor reassured the two other boys who stood outside Bolt's room. "You have to keep an eye on him, he hasn’t eaten or slept for too long." They look around before looking back at the two men. "You can go see him now, but be careful." They smiled weakly before walking away.

They enter the room to find Bolt sitting at a chair, taking serum and looking away from his brothers as his leg bounced up and down anxiously.

"... Hey, Renan." Wasabi walked towards him, his voice was sweet and quiet, "are you feeling better, dude?" He spoke in their mother tongue, choosing the words carefully. "Look, what- why did you do this? The doctor said- they said you haven't eaten or slept well in days dude, like, wha-" he's cut off by Bolt, who gives him a death glare. "Sorry…" the middle brother looks down and takes a step back.

"Don't be sorry." Dani steps forward, hands on his hips and an annoyed but concerned expression on his face, "what the hell were you thinking? Why did you just, I don't know- forget about your fucking basic needs? For what?" Bolt stayed silent, not looking at Dani. "Look at me, I'm talking to you Renan. What the fuck where you th-"

"I don't fucking know, okay?! I don't- I just- I thought… I could pull it off for a while-" He sighed, "I didn't want to do bad-"

"Then what if something worse happened? I mean, thank God you're well, would you like to, I don't know? Be put on hiatus because you can't get out of our fucking studio for ten seconds to sleep? Huh?" Dani's words came out harshly. "What if you had to stop performing all together? Huh? What if?"

Silence took all the room as Bolt and Wasabi looked down, Wasabi didn't want to fight, and Bolt was ashamed of himself. Not because of him overworking himself, but because he got caught- he'd be more careful and hide it better next time, for sure. Dani grabbed his phone from his pocket and started typing something. "I'm calling our parents."

"Don't-" Bolt's felt a rush of anxiety through his body, but was cut off my Dani.

"I will. We already told them, they need to know their son isn’t fucking dead.” He looked down at Bolt coldly before dialing the number and handing the younger his phone, “Talk.” He demanded, Bolt sighed and grabbed the phone as the two boys left the room to give him privacy.

“... Mom?-” He got cut off but his mother’s voice on the phone. “What happened, my son? Are you okay? What did you do?-” He cut her off.

“I’m fine… Just- taking some serum but it’s okay-”, he was cut off again. “Oh God, are you okay? My son…”

The room fell silent for a moment, Bolt sighed. His mother couldn’t see, but tears started falling from his eyes. “I’m okay, mommy. I just- I was stupid, I didn't eat well, but now I’m okay- I won’t do it again, I promise.” His voice cracked, the last thing he wanted was to worry his parents, especially his mom. “I’ll be careful, okay? Don’t worry- no, mommy no…” He felt another anxiety rush through his body when he heard a sniff over the phone, shit- he made her cry. Bolt made her fucking mother cry, “wait, no- mommy. I won’t do it again, I promise.” Now he was crying harder, hearing his mother cry because of him was easily the worst thing he could hear and it hurt more than any stomach pains he’d been feeling for the last few days, he’d never get over it. “Mommy, please don’t cry…” The pain in his chest was sharper as the seconds went by as he realized this was all his fault, his mother couldn’t say anything, just cry with him over the phone.

“... Why did you do it?” She asked, finally being able to speak. He whispered back and could barely be heard. “I… Thought I’d do better if I stayed a little longer, I'm sorry.” The guilt was overwhelming, she took a deep breath, “Don’t do this again, please.” He nodded as he used the back of his hands to dry his tears, “I won’t, I won’t mommy, I promise.” He played with his lip piercing as he heard her mumble something to another person, “Your father wants to talk to you, please be careful. I’ll pass to him.” His mom gave the phone to his dad, and they were silent for a while.

“Are you okay?” His father’s voice was lower than he’d expect, he seemed worried rather than angry or disappointed, even if he could spot a little bit of anger on his voice. “... Yes.” He kept playing with his piercing, his voice was quiet and it came out almost as a mumble, “I’m sorry dada.” He mumbled again, “It’s okay, Renan. Just don’t- don’t do this again, baby.” Bolt smiled at the way his father called him and nodded, “I won’t, don’t worry.”

“Go talk to your brothers, take care, okay? Call us if you need anything.” His dad continued and he could hear his mother on the back, “I love you, Renanzinho!” He smiled warmly and felt his eyes tear up again, “I love you… You two.” He heard his dad’s airy laugh, “We love you too, baby. Go talk to your brothers, tell them we love them too, bye.” Bolt whispered a “goodbye” with a voice more lovely than he expected and hung up, the two older boys entered the room right after.

“Hi…” Wasabi approached Renan, who just stared at him, once they got close enough, Bolt pulled him to a hug. Using only his free arm, he wrapped it around Wasabi’s waist, who hugged his head and shoulders. “Hey, buddy.” Wasabi pat the younger’s head.

Dani approached his brothers and pat Bolt’s head too, “Sorry for… Talking to you like that before- I was- I was worried.” Bolt looked up to Dani, “It’s okay, come here, old man.” Dani laughed at Bolt’s nickname and joined a warm group hug that would last a while.

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The next day, Bolt was already out of the hospital. Their manager said Bolt had to rest for a few days before coming back to practice and he decided to stay home. His aunt had been cooking him big meals every day and followed him to his room in fear he'd come back to do it. He woke up to the noise of plates clicking together, “Oh, it must be lunchtime.” he thought, he rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands before sitting on the bed, trying to see through the little crack on the door, no success. He got up and walked slowly to the door before opening it slowly. He walked to the kitchen to be greeted by his brothers and friends, they were all decorating the dining room with his aunt.

“Oh look at who’s awake!” Wasabi was the first one to notice him standing there and he felt all eyes on him. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair trying to look presentable, his face getting a slight pinkish tone once he realized all his closest friends were there because of him. “... Hi.” He waved slightly at the people there, most of them being Royal Entertainment trainees. Daichi, a Japanese trainee around his age, was the first one to walk to him. “Hi, Daichi… Uh, how’s it going?” Bolt smiled awkwardly at the boy, who stared at him for a few seconds before pulling him to a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay, dude.” Bolt hugged him back, his eyes wide in surprise as he recognizes every single face in there, he felt like crying- but he would never do this in front of so many people. “Thanks…” Was the only thing he managed to mumble before Daichi pulled off o the hug. He followed his friend to be with the others as they all said “Welcome back”s to him as they met again. He was still confused since he’d just woken up, but at that moment, he knew he had people who’d care about him, and this made him feel even more stressed somehow.

That was even more people to not disappoint now.

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valkyrieofthehighfae · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Wolffe x Danica Word Count: 2.8k Warnings: None Tagging: @roseofalderaan, @catsnkooks, @clonewarslover55, @miss-spixx, @sweetheartartist Join the taglist here

A crisp breeze tossed my hair about my face, the coolness a nice contrast to the heat of the sun shining down on us. Wolffe and I were watching my troops working with his men, teaching them some new techniques to help them in their fight against these droids, silence reigning awkwardly between us.

“Would you like to get dinner tonight?”

“What?” My head whipped over towards Wolffe, eyes wide with shock. Of all the things I was waiting for him to say, asking me to dinner was not one of them. He wasn’t looking at me, his stern gaze still fixed on the training ring ahead of us, and I looked away from him quickly, trying to gather my thoughts, my heart racing in my chest.

“After last night, it seems like we should spend some time getting to know one another better. If we’re… soulmates, then we need to make it a priority to spend time together outside of this.” He motioned to the training ring and all of the soldiers milling about, talking and sparring.

“I… yes, okay, you’re right. I’d love to get dinner.” I cleared my throat nervously, glancing back over to see him watching me with a slight frown. I could feel heat rising in my cheeks and I looked away quickly, shouting some orders to Sif and Loghain.

“What’s the matter, princess? Nervous about spending time with me alone?” There was a playful lilt to his words, a slight smirk lighting his face up at the idea of me being flustered.

“What? Me? Nervous? No!” My voice rose in pitch when protesting that I wasn’t nervous, which was a boldfaced lie. Hell yeah I was nervous! We were doing things backwards here really. Dinner should have happened before we slept together, but mistakes were made and, well, here we were.

“Right, of course not. Don’t worry, I won’t bite,” He leaned in closer, his smirk getting bigger. “Unless you ask me to.” And with that, he went to go speak with General Koon, leaving me to stand there with my jaw dropped and my cheeks burning.

“Sif! You’re in charge for the rest of the training. I’ve got some stuff to go take care of!” I called over to the Fae woman barking orders in Sylvarus to the others, laughing over something Loghain said.

“Got it Commander! You heard her!” Sif jumped into leader mode and I quickly walked away to go figure out just what the hell I was going to wear tonight.

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“You have been through almost your entire wardrobe. Have you found anything to wear yet?” Ashlyn groaned, flopping back on my bed.

“No, I haven’t. This has to be perfect. Things are so ass backwards with us and I don’t know, Ash! Wolffe makes me so nervous and it’s weird, no one has ever made me this nervous before. I get all tongue tied and my heart feels like it’s bruising my ribcage with just how hard it’s beating just from standing near him! Not to mention my bond mark has this stupidly intense sensitivity whenever he touches me or the mark itself; my head gets all muddled and fuzzy and I can’t think straight.” I ran a hand through my hair with a groan, flopping back onto the bed next to my best friend. “I just don’t want to fuck this up more than we probably already have. I mean honestly, who the hell sleeps with someone before actually going on a date with them?” I couldn’t help but complain a little bit, sighing dramatically.

“Mates who just couldn’t wait,” Ash teased me, a grin on her lilac face. “Seriously, you didn’t fuck it up. Who says you have to do things in a specific order anyway? Look, you’re overthinking this Dani. Just put on a cute oversized sweater, some comfortable pants and shoes and then you’re good to go! The Festival of Ghosts is starting tonight, instead of dinner, why don’t you two go to the carnival instead? It’s casual, relaxed, and less stuffy than dinner.”

“Ash, you’re a genius!” I shot up and dove back into my wardrobe with a renewed vigor.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll just go pass the message along to your boyfriend then, shall I?” She snorted and ducked out of the room, leaving me to my own devices. I’d finally found the perfect outfit to wear tonight; a soft, black oversized sweater with a pair of my most comfortable cream colored riding breeches and a pair of knee high boots that were soft and positively the most comfortable pair of shoes I owned. Once I was satisfied with my outfit choice, I threw on some simple eyeliner and lipgloss, and studied my hair, frowning slightly at the wild mess cascading around my shoulders.

I suppose I could do a simple victory roll and tie it all back with a bandana. I grabbed my curling iron and got to work, pinning the thick silver waves back and out of my face, securing it down with a multitude of pins and a bright red bandana, pleased with the final results.

A knock on the door had me nearly leaping out of my skin and I practically tripped over my own feet while diving forward to throw the door open, revealing a mildly startled Wolffe waiting for me.

“Hi.” I breathed, straightening up with a shy smile, reaching up to touch my hair with slightly shaking fingers.

“Hi yourself. You look nice.” Wolffe returned my smile, looking a touch shy himself.

“Thank you. You look nice, too. I’m assuming Ashlyn was the mind behind the outfit?” I motioned to the leather jacket and dark shirt with a pair of nice jeans and boots.

“Yeah, your friend is… interesting. Sinker’s taking her to this carnival, I think she really charmed him.” He chuckled low in his throat, putting an arm around my shoulders as we headed out to join in the festivities.

“That figures. She’s a sweetheart, though, so Sinker’s in good hands.” I leaned into him, tentatively wrapping my arm around his waist, my breath catching in my throat when he squeezed my shoulders slightly. “Um… so… right, ah, yeah, um… So we’re getting to know each other, yeah?” I rolled my eyes at myself, mentally flapping a hand over my face. Smooth, Danica, real smooth.

“That’s generally how a date works, yes.” Wolffe grinned down at me, eyebrows raised slightly. I wanted the earth to open up and just swallow me whole right now, completely embarrassed by lack of eloquence. He just made it so hard to think properly whenever he was near me, it was like my brain just quit working.

“I know that! Ugh. I’m sorry, you just… well, you make me -” I got cut off when Ashlyn bumped into me on purpose, grinning devilishly at me as she and Sinker went past us. I opened my mouth to say something when Wolffe shifted his arm from around my shoulder to my waist, pulling me closer to him, startling me into silence.

“Are you hungry?” He nodded towards the food vendors just down the way near the games and I nodded eagerly.

“Starving, actually. C’mon, let’s see what’s good.” I laced my fingers through his without even thinking about it, eager to grab a bite to eat and something warm to drink, the temperature dropping lower as the sun began to set. The sweater I chose was a perfect choice since Ellodeem got pretty chilly in the evenings during fall, although being close to Wolffe certainly didn’t hurt either considering the man was like a living heater.

“So, what’s your recommendation, Dani?” Wolffe was eyeing all of the vendors curiously, stomach growling at the barrage of scents slamming into us all at once.

“Hmm… well, do you want something sweet or savory? Spicy? Something you can easily eat while walking around or something we have to sit and eat? Because really, all of this is divine, but I think the cafe over there has the best comfort foods.” I pointed to a cute little building at the very end of the walkway with cute decorations put up and a multitude of carved and uncarved pumpkins neatly arranged along either side of the door.

“Alright, comfort food it is. Lead the way princess.”

“Is that officially my pet name or something?” I furrowed my brow at the use of his seemingly preferred nickname for me and he shrugged a little, grinning from ear to ear.

“Might be. Do you want me to stop? I’m sure I could think of something different.” His grin was a touch too toothy at the mention of finding me a new nickname and I shook my head quickly, swallowing hard.

“No, no, princess is just fine. Forget I said anything.” I pushed the door to the cafe open, inhaling deeply and sighing happily. The smell of freshly baked bread and fresh caf filled the air, hints of spices and apple intermingling in the air, my stomach growling just as loudly as Wolffe’s had mere moments ago.

“My lady, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Your usual table is ready to go!” A perky voice spoke up from just behind the register, a brightly smiling young man grinning happily at us.

“Thank you, Ulric!” I chirped back, going to a table in the back, sliding into the small booth and picked up a menu to flip through. “I think I already know what I want, but they always change up the menu this time of year, so it’s nice to look for a new favorite.”

“What do you usually get?” Wolffe slipped out of his jacket, resting it on the back of his side of the booth before snagging the other menu.

“Usually the dry-roasted lunar minmishi and boar, it’s in the macaroni pasta bowl and it’s so good. It’s got a really nice flavor to it and it’s the perfect cold weather food.” I was practically drooling just at the thought of that bread bowl stuffed to the brim with pasta and minmishi. Wolffe nodded, his lips curving up into a soft smile, eyes going back to his menu while he reached over with a hand to hold onto mine, thumb casually running over my skin absentmindedly as he thought about what he wanted.

“What can I get you two lovebirds to drink?” Hilde came bounding over, datapad in hand and a huge smirk on her face.

“Hey Hilde. Could I get an apple cider please?” I mumbled, cheeks heating up again when she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at me, a pointed look on her face when she glanced over at Wolffe then back to me.

“Of course my lady! And for you?”

“I’ll have an apple cider as well, thanks. Are you ready to order princess?” Wolffe squeezed my hand gently, Hilde immediately “awwing” out loud, a hand pressing against her chest and a sappy smile on her face.

“Um.. y-yeah, I think I’m ready if you are.” I shot Hilde a look, glowering at the over excited woman who pointedly ignored my death stare. “I’ll have my usual please Hilde.”

“And I’ll try the wuuf steak, medium rare with the silver amble and baked yarrot.” We handed Hilde our menus and she skipped off to get our orders put in, leaving us in a calm, peaceful silence. “Is she always that cheerful?”

“Yes, yes she is. Hilde is like a ray of sunshine personified. It’s impressive really. I don’t know anyone else that perky.” And that was true, no one else I knew could match Hilde’s level of brightness and happiness. “I think Ashlyn is the only other person I can think even slightly close to matching Hilde’s energy, so Sinker’s gonna have a constant ball of sunshine on his hands if they get serious.”

“So you and Ashlyn. How often do you two go to parties like the one last night?”

“Ah. I was wondering if that was going to come up. Um… honestly, it’s only a once a year thing. I mean, we do attend a lot of parties, but they’re not generally like the one from last night. That one is… um… hm… more geared towards us younger Fae. It’s a night where we can let loose, do stupid shit and just have fun.” I was hesitant to talk about the rave we were at when we realized that we had soul bonded, not wanting to really broach the subject quite yet.

“It’s like us going to this clone bar back on Coruscant, the 79’s. I get it, sometimes you just need to blow off some steam.” Wolffe was nodding sagely, a look of understanding in his pretty eyes.

“You party? Hard to believe there’s a party animal under that stoic exterior.” I joked with a soft laugh, making him laugh too.

“What can I say, princess? I’m full of surprises.” He leaned across the table, our lips almost touching, when Hilde interrupted by setting our drinks down with a quick apology for ruining the moment. I leaned back, taking my mug up and taking a sip of the warm cider, savoring the crisp flavors of fresh raven buckthorn apples and various spices that filled my mouth with each sip I took. “Here, hold still, you have a little something right here.” He leaned in again and pressed his lips to mine, brushing the tip of his tongue across my lower lip to get some of the foam from the cider off, a playful glint in his eyes when he broke the kiss as quickly as he’d started it. I swallowed hard, drawing my lip between my teeth and sucking in a sharp breath of air while my heart raced in my chest.

“I, uh, can see that. That you’re full of surprises, I mean. Oh, look at that, our food.” I winced as my voice went up a couple octaves from nervousness, the pitch making my sensitive hearing hurt just a smidge. “Thank you Hilde, this looks and smells amazing.” I turned my attention to the food being set down in front of us, mouth watering at the sight of the large bread bowl stuffed full of pasta and meat sitting in front of me. I could not wait to dig in!

“That looks really good. Smells great, too.” Wolffe was eyeing my bread bowl with interest, so I speared some noodles and meat up onto my fork and offered it up to him, grinning shyly when he leaned in to take the bite, closing his eyes with a happy groan as he tasted the rich sauce.

“See why it’s my usual?” I took another bite myself, damn near dancing in my seat with pure joy. “Yours looks really good too.”

“Here, try some.” Wolffe offered up a bite of his steak, waiting to see what I thought of it.

“Wow, that’s really good! Way more tender than I was expecting it to be.” I was pleasantly surprised by just how good that steak was. We sat chatting for a while, trading stories of our various adventures and how he got the cybernetic eye. I silently swore a blood oath against this Ventress woman, vowing to take an eye from her the way she took one from him. Not that I would tell him that, anyway, I didn’t want to worry him.

“Come on, let’s go check out the rest of the festival. I saw some rides that looked like they could be fun.” Wolffe offered after we paid and left the cafe, stepping out into the cold nighttime air.

“Brr I should have grabbed a coat. I wasn’t expecting it to be this chilly out.” I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering a little at the sudden change in temperature. The cafe had been so nice and cozy, that the cold was a shock to the system.

“Come here cyar’ika, I’ve got you.” He slipped out of his jacket, wrapping it around my shoulders before pulling me close, our fingers intertwined together as we walked around, oohing and ahhing at the faelings that were running around, dressed in costumes and gathering treats with gleeful shrieks and laughter.

“This has been a blast. Thank you.” I looked up at Wolffe through my lashes, coming to a stop near the ferris wheel.

“Night’s not over yet princess.” He murmured, rough fingers tilting my chin up as he leaned down to catch my lips in a heated kiss that left my knees feeling like rubber. I had to hold onto his forearms to stay upright, the kiss leaving me dizzy and wanting more.

“Let’s go back to the palace, yeah?” I whispered, biting my lip slightly as I looked up at him.

“Whatever you want sweetheart. Your wish is my command.”

#Kat writes #Wolffe x Danica #Danica is awkward and it's adorable #Love these two so much #fluff #like full on tooth rotting fluff

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chilling-seavey · 5 years ago

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Passchendaele - XI

A/N An early chapter for mothers day as our men receive some things from home...

T/W Descriptions of war violence, blood, physical trauma, and death

The sunrise was dim that morning, muted by the soft grey clouds that dotted the sky as if to protect the blue skies from the dark reality of the war-torn battlefields below. The order of ‘Stand Down’ has just been called, giving the men a moment to breathe, some finding a spot to rest at the camp and some situating themselves along the front-line trench.

Zach had gone to collect their mail, rushing back across the damp ground with a wide smile spread over his face, trying to keep his head down the best he could in his excitement as he clutched a small package to his chest. He collapsed down beside Daniel with a sigh, shuffling to sit cross legged on the dirt and handed Jack a letter and Daniel a letter before smiling down at his gift he received.

Corbyn was leaned back against the small dugout he was in with a cigarette in hand, watching Zach’s grin has he read the letter and tore open the brown paper around the gift.

“Oh neat! Mum sent me socks!” Zach cheered, right away starting to untie and pull off his boots. He tossed them haphazardly to the side before tugging off his worn socks, damp from spending days on end standing in mud.

“Point your nasty feet the other way.” Jack shoved his shoulder with a disgusted grimace.

Zach glared at him but obliged, carefully pulling his clean pair up to his ankles, smiling at the warm and dry wool.

“What did you get, Seavey?” Corbyn asked, taking another drag of his cigarette.

“Mum just sent me a letter about how things are going at home. My sister has been working in a factory to make more uniforms and socks and supplies for us.” Daniel smiled with pride as he admired the letter in his hand. Elizabeth stopped herself from curling into him lovingly.

“Avery?” Corbyn turned to the man on his left.

“My daughter drew me a picture.” Jack whispered, staring down at the small piece of parchment in his hand.

The group watched him silently as his expressionless face melted into a sad smile and he tucked it in the inside breast pocket of his jacket alongside the letter from his wife.

“How old is she?” Elizabeth asked softly, trying to keep her voice low enough to lessen the suspicious from the Sergeant sitting with them.

“It’s her 1st birthday today.” Jack whispered, keep his eyes on the ground, his small smile faltering into a bit of a frown and he pushed his glasses higher with his knuckle before sighing and reaching for his tin of cigarettes.

“She’s going to be excited when you get back home.” Corbyn said, patting a hand to Jack’s shoulder.

“She’s never met me.” Jack breathed, his voice breaking a little at admitting that fact as he raised the lit cigarette to his lips, holding it in the air as he continued faintly, “I enlisted into the military before the war even really started and that night, I got home, and my wife told me she was pregnant. I was sent off to training two months later and haven’t been home since. I…I’ve never met my daughter. She doesn’t know who I am.”

A silence fell over their group, Zach, Daniel, Corbyn, and Elizabeth glancing at each other, no one quite knowing what to say. Jack took a quick drag of his cigarette and stood up, brushing the mud off his uniform in the process.

“I’m going to go and write back. I’ll see you.” Jack slung his rifle over his shoulder and trudged back down the trenches, his head low.

“I’ve never seen him like that.” Daniel sighed as they all watched him turn the corner out of sight, “So broken.” Daniel glanced over to Elizabeth who was already looking at him. They turned away quickly to avoid being caught staring.

“Bloody hell…mum couldn’t have made thinner socks?” Zach grumbled from Daniel’s other side as he was struggling to pull on his boot over the thick socks his mother had knitted herself, falling onto his back across the trench in the process.

“Watch it, boy.” someone snapped as he stepped over him on his way past.

Daniel pulled Zach back into a sitting position to help him get his first boot on.

“Never meeting your child.” Corbyn mumbled, shaking his head in disbelief, still clearly deep in thought about what Jack was going through. “I can’t imagine. My fiancé and I are holding off getting married until after the war so everything can happen without interruption…like enlistment. Christ. That poor man. That poor child.”

Daniel finished tying Zach’s boot and tapped the side to get him to switch, helping him to loosen the laces and fit into the second one.

The sudden gunshot made Zach almost kick Daniel in the face as they all startled. The trenches erupted into movement, soldiers running to their positions to protect from enemy fire, orders being shouted over the noise. A shell hit the dirt a few yards away, spewing soil into the trenches as the group stumbled to their feet.

“My boot isn’t on yet!” Zach shrieked, grabbing onto Daniel’s pant leg as he stood up.

“Dammit, Herron.” Daniel groaned, dropping back to his knees to finish tying up Zach’s boot. He tugged the sixteen-year-old to his feet by his arm when he finished and grabbed their rifles before rushing after Corbyn and Elizabeth down the front lines, keeping their heads low.

Their stations weren’t far down, and they all assembled together, loading their rifles and getting into position as quickly as they could.

“Bleeding Christ, they couldn’t have done this while we were on Stand To?” Jack grumbled loudly as he joined them again, cocking his gun and getting up onto the fire step between Daniel and Elizabeth.

German shells punctured the ground near them, spewing dark soil and black ash high into the air with each hit, the explosions ringing in their ears. The orders from their officers could barely be heard over the gunfire, the men firing at anything that moved past the curtain of barbed wire that separated their lines from the barren and destroyed nothingness of No Mans Land. The machine gun fire was almost the worst of it, the Germans not holding back from firing round after steady round against the British trenches, the steady heartbeat of the weaponry piercing through the thick air.

Daniel was back out of his mind again, ducking down to reload, his breathing heavy and hands shaking with adrenaline, but he wasn’t ready to give up the fight. Jack was on his right, shouting orders to those around him, always good at taking the lead when it was needed; especially since their Lieutenant was lost in the counterattack. Daniel glanced over at Elizabeth who had turned to reload too, and she sent him a wink and a crooked smile before popping back up into position. She had always been tougher than him, although he hated to really admit it.

“We need to go over!” Jack shouted.

“Like hell we do!” Corbyn yelled back as he ducked down to reload.

“How are we supposed to gain ground by hiding away like cowards?” Jack snapped. He looked behind him to farther down the line, not seeing any higher command near. “Fuckin’ bullshit.”

“You stay where you are, Lance Corporal.” Corbyn demanded.

The machine gun fire was deafening, a never-ending flow of shot after shot from both sides, the heavy clink of the empty cases falling to the ground as if counting each life they took. The German aim was impeccable, the gunner knocking off plenty of men from the British lines.

Daniel felt hopeless with a rifle up against a metal machine gun; what was one wimpy bullet going to do against a waterfall of incoming ones. A shell hit close by and exploded loudly into the air, throwing shards and clumps of soil at them.

“Christ!” Jack stumbled from the impact as he pulled the bolt on his rifle again, quickly regaining his stand and firing off a string of quick shots before ducking down to reload.

Daniel held their ground, keeping his head low behind the parapet firing into the mess of smoke and mud beyond them. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, his breathing heavy against the wood of his rifle, and his mind completely blank. It was back to instinct: fire, reload, repeat; no time to think about who was standing on the other side of the mud soaked and detonated field. He couldn’t even think of Elizabeth or how she was doing only a meter away from him. It was only getting through the next five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes; however long until one side gave up first.

It was a lottery, really, no one knew who would be next to be hit, no real method behind the madness of either side’s aim.

Jack had just stood up to get back into position after reloading, his eyebrows furrowed tightly behind his glasses. He barely got his rife above the edge of the parapet before the German gunner got him through his left shoulder.

The impact and the shock of the hit had Jack falling onto his back against the ground of the trench, cursing loudly in pain. Daniel snapped back into reality, staring down at Jack with wide eyes, frozen stiff. The blood was quickly staining Jack’s uniform, seeping out and down his arm. Daniel couldn’t look away. He couldn’t move. He could barely comprehend Elizabeth crouching down below the edge of the parapet to grab Daniel’s hand and bring his attention to her.

“It’s alight, darling, look at me.” Elizabeth said softly and he raised his light eyes to hers, “We’re just going to help Jack and clean him up a little, okay? Can you help me?”

Daniel nodded and crouched down with her on either side of Jack who was making a huge fuss against the ground, heels digging into the mud as he screamed and swore in pain, almost louder than the gunfire still going on around them.

Elizabeth took out the medical cloths she had hidden in her uniform and pressed one to Jack’s shoulder over his uniform, the deep red easily seeping through the white fabric.

“Hold that there, Dani. Lots of pressure please.” she instructed. Daniel set his hand over the cloth and pressed down, staring down at Jack’s pale face that was twisted up in agony.

“Christ, Seavey, that hurts! You motherf-”

“Be a man now, Lance Corporal.” Elizabeth teased as she worked quickly to unbutton his uniform jacket. She and Daniel carefully got him out of it, tossing the torn and soiled jacket to the side. Daniel pressed the cloth against his wound again, the white now completely coated in dark red but he kept it pressed there as Elizabeth pulled out the silk string and needle from her small nurses’ kit.

Zach tried not to look as he bent down to reload, keeping his own mind focussed blankly on the fight. He would tend to Jack afterwards when the Germans laid off, he told himself.

“You’re doing just fine, Jack.” Elizabeth spoke gently, leaning over him a little to look at the wounded area. The cloth Daniel was holding to his shoulder wasn’t doing anything as the blood trickled out from under it and seeped into the white material of Jack’s undershirt. Elizabeth glanced up at his face, a sickening pale, his brown eyes staring up at her desperately from the ground.

His breathing was shallow, panicked, and his hand grabbed the front of her uniform, “Don’t let me die, Fisher. Not like this.”

Elizabeth looked over at Daniel, his wide blue eyes searching her green ones for instruction on what to do next. Her straight-lined expression was the conclusion enough; he was loosing too much blood too fast.

“We’re going to wrap you up and you’re going to be fine.” Elizabeth spoke as strongly as she could, handing Daniel a fresh cloth as she put the needle and thread back in her kit.

“Tell me about your daughter.” Daniel finally spoke, his voice trembling, and he looked down at Jack. The older boy stared up at him with fear in his big brown eyes, an expression Daniel had never before seen on the Lance Corporal’s face. The fight was still going on around them, the gunfire loud and piercing, orders being shouted over the noise.

“I have to go home to see my little girl. My Lavender May.” Jack let out a soft sob before peering down at his shoulder where Daniel had the cloth pressed, his hand finding Daniel’s sleeve to cling to. “Christ.”

“Keep talking to him, Jack.” Elizabeth encouraged, shielding his face a foot or two away with her cap from the sudden spew of soil from another shell hit. “Tell us about her.”

“She has my eyes.” Jack breathed shakily, his head falling back tiredly against the ground and he winced a moment in pain. “And her mother’s smile. Dark hair. I’ve been told she smells like talcum powder and fresh flowers. My garden girl.”

Daniel stared down at him, Jack’s eyes opening and closing slowly, eyebrows furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

“I’m going to nap with her under the tree in our yard. Surrounded by flowers. Feel her soft breathing against my chest.” Jack whispered, his face scrunching up has he held back tears and tried to work through the pain. He whimpered lightly as Daniel released the pressure to exchange the soiled cloth for a fresh one from Elizabeth.

“She’s lucky to have you.” Daniel said, flinching as another shell hit the soil a little way away.

“Jesus…can I get sent home after this? I’ve had enough.” Jack mumbled.

Daniel sighed, setting his hand over Jack’s that was resting over his stomach. Jack barely squeezed his hand in response, falling weaker and weaker, his breathing slow and shallow, eyes falling closed against his cheeks.

The gunfire faded quickly, the battle drawing to a close but the details as to how were hazy as Daniel was only focussed on Jack, keeping the cloth pressed to his shoulder and his hand tucked around his. Soldiers shuffled off to their duties and to clean up from their positions, taking the long way around to give Jack his space. Zach and Corbyn stood to the side, resting their rifles against the wall and took their caps off, holding them in front of them with their heads down, staring silently at Jack’s weak body and pale face.

“I’m so tired.” Jack mumbled breathlessly.

“I know.” Daniel whispered, glancing up at Elizabeth and then to Zach and Corbyn before looking back down to Jack who took a shuttering breath and Daniel ran his thumb over his friend’s hand, “Hear that? It’s quiet now. Just rest.”

Daniel stared down solemnly at the young man, the colour disappeared from his face and lips set in a gentle pout, his chest laying still. His hand that had been clinging onto Daniel’s sleeve dropped slowly down the rough material of his uniform before falling against the ground. Elizabeth reached over and pressed her fingers to his wrist to check for a pulse.

She sat back with a sigh and looked to Daniel who was simply staring down at his friend, unmoving himself. Zach let out a small sob from his spot a few feet away, turning to keep his tears to himself. Corbyn set a comforting hand on his shoulder.

They took a moment to mourn their friend as the noonday sun started to peek through the clouds, sending stripes of bright sunlight over the solemn scene. No one noticed, however, the green-yellow tinted gas cloud that was slowly making its way over the field towards them.

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imaginesforyourfandom · 6 years ago

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Roster

Alex POV:

I climbed out my car as I headed towards the front door of Ash and Ali’s place. I walked in without knocking and headed towards the kitchen where I saw them sitting with some of the other pride girls. I gave them all a smile as I placed my bag down and sat down in the chair. I glanced at my phone and then looked up at them.

“How is the planning going?” I asked looking to Ali who was organizing stuff for Syd’s baby shower. She grinned at me moving some stuff around the table.

“It is going so well. I am pretty much done.” She said looking around at everything and putting her hands together. Ashlyn gave her a smile while she played with Logan.

“Why do you look so down?” she asked looking to me. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked at some of the stuff that Ali had laid out on the table.

“Oh, by the way, Kelley said to tell you that (Y/N) made the roster. She found out a few days ago.” Ashlyn said. I did my best not to react, but I couldn’t hide the smile that crossed my face at the mention of (Y/N). “Yeah I thought that would brighten your day a little”

“I don’t care. I think it’s great that she made the roster. She’s incredibly talented and we need her on the team.” I said glaring at Ash.

“Alex” Ali said giving me a knowing look as Dani, Alanna, and some of the other girls laughed. I shook my head but continued smiling as I typed out a congratulations to (Y/N). So, maybe I did have a little crush on my fellow forward. It was tiny and it really didn’t matter that much.

“More like you need her to..”

“Ash!” Ali said giving her a look as Ash just smiled. By this point, Alanna was practically on the ground laughing. I shook my head as I leaned back in my seat. “You do know it’s okay to say you like her, right?”

“I don’t like her like that.” I said which caused me to get looks from everyone in the room. I sighed and put my head in my hands. “Okay so maybe I have a small crush.”

“A small crush?” Alanna asked crossing her arms at me. “I’ve seen you two interact. It’s more like an old married couple.”

“The only people who don’t know you guys like each other is you guys.” Ash said as she looked at her phone and then looked at me. She gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand why one of you just doesn’t ask the other out.”

“It’s not that easy. How can you even be sure that she would like me like that?”

“Besides the fact that she follows you around like a lost puppy? She looks at you the same way I look at Ali or the way Pinoe looks at Sue, Julie and Zach, Christen and Tobin. She looks at you like you put the goddamn stars in the sky. It’s okay to like her. No one is going to judge you for liking her. She’s hot and she wants to be around you. What more could you ask for?”

“She also told Christen, Becky, and Julie that she has a huge crush on you.” Ali said shrugging her shoulders as she gave me a smile. I stared at her with shock on my face.

“And you all just forgot to tell me?” I said looking around at all of them. Ali gave me a somewhat guilty look while Ash just shrugged her shoulders.

“You all have so much drama on your team….its amazing that you find time to train.” Alanna said as she snacked on some chips.

“All families fight.” Ash said shrugging her shoulders. I nodded my head as I started thinking about all this new information that I have gotten from them. The fact that it isn’t even a maybe that (Y/N) likes me anymore has given me a lot to think about. I felt a little giddy at the idea that she liked me back, but I had a lot to think about before I made any decisions.

(Y/N) POV Switch

I groaned as the banging on my door continued. I stood up from where I was laying on the couch and opened the door to see Christen and Kelley both grinning at me. I groaned and turned back walking towards my couch.

“You know for someone who just made their first World Cup roster you are such a downer” Kelley said as she came in and dropped into one of my living room chairs. I mocked her a little before finding the comfortable spot on my couch again.

“I’m tired.” I mumbled snuggling into my pillow. Christen chuckled as she set down the coffee, she had brought me onto the table next to me. “I don’t like morning workouts. I like sleep.”

“If you want to be the best, you got to train like the best.” Kelley said giving me a smile.

“Okay Carli”

“Do not even.” Kelley said mocking offense. “I am nowhere near the level that is Carli Lloyd.”

“I don’t think there is anyone quite like Carli” Christen said with a slight chuckle. “Aren’t you happy you made the roster?”

“Yeah, I am happy. I sort of knew like two months ago that I was pretty much going.” I said sitting up and picking up the coffee and taking a sip. “God that’s delicious.”

“What do you mean you knew months ago?” Kelley asked giving me an annoyed look.

“Kelley, I’ve started almost every game since like the beginning of last year.” I said shrugging my shoulders. “Not to be arrogant, but I think I have a solid starting spot.”

“Must be nice” Christen said as I turned to her giving her a small pout.

“Sorry” she shook her head at me as I looked to my phone seeing a congratulations text from Alex. I smiled at it and sent her back a thank you.

“Is that Alex?” Kelley asked giving me a teasing smile. I shook my head as I turned towards the defender. “I told Ash to tell her you made the roster. Though, I was wondering why you didn’t just tell her considering you guys talk all the time...”

“She isn’t going to care if I make the roster” I mumbled causing both girls to scoff at me.

“Okay that’s bullshit considering that you guys are like in love with each other.” Kelley said giving me a look. I scrunched up my face at her and turned towards christen who shrugged her shoulders.

“She is not in love with me.” I said rolling my eyes at her statement.

“But you’re in love with her?” Christen asked though it sounded more like she was stating a fact.

“Maybe…I don’t know. I have had a long time to come to terms with my feelings for her and come to terms with the fact that she would never feel the same.”

“Wait…hang on I was just messing around about the crush, but like you’re genuinely in love with her?” Kelley said with shock all over her face. I gave her a look with disbelief as Christen let out a laugh.

“How could I not be?” I threw my hands up in the air. “Have you met her? She’s perfect. She’s extremely talented and funny and beautiful. Oh my god she is so beautiful. One of the most caring people I have ever met.”

“Oh, you have it bad…” Christen gave me a sympathetic look. “Why don’t you just talk to her about it?”

“Not an option. I like the friendship I have with her and I don’t want to ruin that.”

“You guys act like a couple without all the fun stuff. Like, being around each other and being overly affectionate. You talk all the time. Don’t think I don’t know that she’s the one you facetime after games. The only thing you don’t do is kiss…and you know the other fun stuff.”

I blushed at the thought of kissing Alex. This was the problem being anywhere near Alex usually got me flustered. I couldn’t help the fact that my heart sped up every time we were near each other. I got lost in my thoughts thinking about what it would be like to kiss her when a pillow hit my head. I looked up at Kelley who had a giant smile on her face.

“You’re thinking about it, now right?” I shook my head as I stood up and headed towards my kitchen looking for a snack. I grabbed some lifesaver gummies that I got from the movies before coming back into the room. “I don’t get it. You like her and here we are telling you that she is just as into you…”

“Kelley, I’ve done this before. I’ve done the back and forth with someone I care deeply for before. I ended up with my heart broken. It sucked and I don’t want to do it again. I am going to just jump head first if I have no reassurance that she’s going to feel the same.”

“She likes you. The only people who don’t know about how you guys feel are you guys” Christen said as I shook my head.

“She doesn’t. Last time I checked; she was straight.” I said giving them both looks. “Are you guys forgetting that she used to have a whole ass husband? Why would I put myself through the pain of trying to date a straight girl?”

“People can be Bisexual (Y/N)!” Kelley said as I turned towards her giving her an annoyed look. “I mean everyone is a little gay these days! It just happens that Alex is a little gay for you…”

I sighed in frustration running my hands over my face. I was over this whole conversation. I didn’t want to be given hope that she would feel the same for me, but the thought was nice. The idea that she could ever feel anything more than friendly feelings for me was intoxicating in itself.

“Look, this is what I know, you came on to this team at the worst time of Alex’s life. It genuinely felt like nobody could get through to her. I mean I’m not entirely sure how you’re supposed to react when you lose the Olympics and then find out that your husband is cheating right after you moved your entire life for him, but you know what? You did. You got through to her. It wasn’t me or Tobin or Allie or any of us that was able to bring the smile back to her face. It wasn’t us who motivated her to keep going. I know you don’t believe it because it seems like some faraway dream, but you are perfect for her. You are what she needs.” I felt my eyes well up as I shook my head trying to shake off the emotions.

“Stop…you’re going to make me cry” I said running my fingers through my hair. “I was there for her because I cared, not because I had any ulterior motive.”

“Which is exactly why you’re perfect for her. You don’t pay attention to US Soccer Star Alex Morgan. You pay attention to Alex.” Christen said as she gave me a soft smile. I nodded my head at the statement because it was true. I have never cared for her image or how famous she is. I only care about her.

“Can we just drop this for now? I need to think” I said as both girls nodded. “Also, nice speech Kel, really got me in my feels”

“No problem. I can be sensitive. Just know that if you were to go for it, literally the entire team wants you to be together so…”

I nodded my head with a slight laugh. “Good to know”

“Have you started packing yet?” Christen asked as she adjusted her sitting position.

“Nope” I replied chuckling when Kelley also shook her head. She gave both of us looks which caused us to shrug our shoulders.

“Are you going to start anytime soon?”

“Probably not. I’ll probably wait until the day before I leave. I pack best when I am stressed out about it.”

“Psychopath…” she mumbled as I grinned at the forward.

“When does the roster get announced? Do we have a date for that?”

“Becky said that they were going to release it on May 1st. That’s in like a week. We have to be in camp in like 3 days though.”

“I have to keep this secret for a week!” Kelley joked as I laughed.

“Camp should be fun. So, do we know who didn’t make the roster?”

“McCall. Casey. Moe didn’t, but I don’t know if she was really in contention. Ali made the roster which is amazing. Sonnett and all of them made roster as well which is great.”

“Yeah no I knew about Sonnett and them. Tierna made the roster which made me really happy.” I said as I finished my coffee.

“Yeah that was a really good choice in my opinion.” Kelley said as I nodded my head.

“It’s going to be interesting…” Christen said as I nodded my head.

I was thinking about the roster which made me think about cam which soon brought back thoughts about Alex. Hearing from them that they were sure that Alex felt the same made me feel a little giddy. I want to be with her, and I wouldn’t mind making the first move, but I don’t want to make the first move without knowing that she feels the same as me. I have a lot to think about.

To be Continued…

A/N: She is here y’all! I finally decided to write the story. I don’t know when the next update will be, but I am going to be working on it!

#Alex Morgan #alex morgan imagine #alex morgan imagines #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #uswnt #ashlyn harris #ashlyn harris imagine #ashlyin harris imagines #ali krieger imagine #ali krieger imagines #ali krieger #christen press #christen press imagine #christen press imagines #kelley o'hara #kelley o'hara imagine #kelley o'hara imagines

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One Of My Own (4)

Summary: Harry falls out of love

Warnings: angst and a lil fluff

Word Count: 4.4k

[THIS IS UNEDITED]

The weekend getaway was over and Y/N was back to reality. Harry had left shortly after dinner, indicating that he should probably look for Dani. It was an eventful two days, to say the least, but Y/N felt a little better sharing some of her internal hardships to people that will comfort and support her.

She was on her way to class when the sighting of a familiar man made her slow her pace down in order to watch his interaction with Dani. Niall and her sister were talking to each other animatedly, and she would’ve loved to stay and watch but she really had to get going. He should too, Y/N thought, since they were in the same class after all.

“Hey, Y/N. How was your weekend?” Niall greeted her cheerily, taking a seat on the chair beside her. She looked at him for a few seconds, debating if she had the right to ask what she wanted to question.

“Why were you talking to Daniela?” She interrogated, hands playing with each other as a nervous habit.

“Ah, thought I saw you walk past, didn’t even say hi to me,” Niall bore a grin towards her, avoiding the extent of her question.

Y/N knew that Harry felt more comfortable keeping their relationships to themselves, not because he was embarrassed by her; but because he wanted to make sure that the person that he was with currently would be there for a long time. He explained to her some time ago and she understood since she was also quite iffy of Harry meeting her sister. So, she really didn’t know many of Harry’s friends, not aware that Niall was one of them.

“Sorry, had to get to class,” She shrugged her shoulders, pulling out a pen and notebook. “Are you gonna answer me?”

“Woah, slow down tiger,” Niall widened his eyes at her intrusive question. “Well, just came to talk to her cause there’s been some rumors going around,”

Y/N turned her shoulders to face him, interested in what he had to say and if she could do anything to help her sister out-- after all, they were still relatives. “What kind of rumors?”

“Heard she stole her own sister’ boyfriend,” Niall whispered, looking around as if he didn't want anybody else to know. “What a bitch! And that boyfriend’s a fucking asshole,”

She was alert, back extended to her full height as she let the next words fall out of her mouth, “Do you know t-their names?”

“Hmm well, I think her sister’s name is Y/N? Not you though,” He tilted his chin to gesture at her. “And I dunno the boyfriend, but she’s dating a new guy now,”

“Oh really?” “Yeah, he’s my best mate,”

“Your best mate?” Y/N stuttered out, feeling her heart start to pound. From the corner of her eye, she could see the professor walk down the angled slope towards the front of the lecture hall.

“Yeah. Harry Styles? Do you know him?” Niall asked, completely oblivious. “He was a dating a Y/N too,”

She only gulped at him, “Funny, isn’t it?” He continued, trailing off when the puzzle pieces fit with each other, “Wait, d-did you-- are you..?”

Y/N blinked, facing the front. She could feel Niall’s blue eyes lingering on the side of her face, watching her with caution and what she’s been used to recently--empathy. But, he didn’t say anything.

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Harry was over at Dani’s apartment for the day. It was the first time that they’ve met up since the disastrous dinner at her parents’ house. Harry ducked down from the flying shoe that speedily whizzed past his head.

“That’s funny, I thought boyfriends were supposed to support their girlfriend!” Dan’s voice bellowed from the distance where she threw the shoe.

For the time that he was alone, Harry had confirmed to himself that he did--indeed-- still loves Y/N. He figured the feelings were pulling at his heart, but his talk with Carlos further exemplified the things he was feeling. Not only that, but the newfound knowledge about Dani’s evil-doings had kicked him in the gut.

“Not when you hurt people, Dani”

“Now you care about Y/N?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes at him and Harry swore that that was all she did nowadays.

“I always cared for her,”

“Even when you fucked me in your bed while you were still together?” A ringing appeared near Harry’s ears as if it was information that was hard to swallow. “You’re lying to yourself,”

“You manipulated me,” Harry said, running a hand through his hair. “You used me to hurt her and I let you,”

Dani responded, "So what if I did? All my life the attention has been on her. Everybody prefers her and I can't stand it so I did what I had to do to make her feel like she deserves,” She crossed her arms across her chest, “It’s not my fault you left her,”

"You’re so jealous of her that you've gone insane,” Harry twirled his finger against his temple, striding his long leg towards Dani, “We’re over.”

“Am I supposed to be hurt by that?"

“If you truly loved me, it should." It was a loose thread that Harry was pulling at. Through the short months of being with Dani, he couldn’t help but develop fundamental feelings for her--he was only human after all, and being in a relationship can boggle with his mind.

“But I didn't,” And Harry really shouldn’t have cared by that statement because he expected it. However, his desire to find a mate kicks in and he is met with the realization that he had neither a partner or a sentimental value of love. It’s not like Y/N would take him back either.

“Don’t look at me like I just kicked a puppy,” Dani interrupts his train of thought. “You'll get over it quickly,”

Harry was gobsmacked with the intensity of it all. He just found out that his own girlfriend lied to him about her childhood, and he realized his feelings for Y/N but now, he can’t even do anything about it. What are the chances of her letting him talk to her, let alone be in the same room as her?

Daniela was a--very--cold woman to be able to do the thing she did. She could’ve simply talked Y/N about how she felt; Harry was sure that Y/N would’ve listened to her worries. But no, she was a bulldozer that attacked the moment she got the chance and Y/N was blinded by the idea of blood being thicker than water that she let herself get trampled by her own sister.

As for Harry, he found himself in a mindset the picked on everything he did wrong. Y/N was such a strong woman for handling things the way she did. When she answered the door for them, she greeted them in a civilized way--with a smile even. And when Dani insulted her right in front of their family, Y/N was dignified and didn’t let it bother her but before she went upstairs again, Harry could see the pain in her eyes. She was crumbling and he could clearly identify that she was screaming for help; but not from him. Even if he was the last man on earth, and she was drowning; she’d rather let herself fall freely than come back to him.

She had all the right to be hateful, but she didn’t. It wasn’t in her nature to cut people off and it came with its pros and cons. The good thing is, he could still walk up to her and have a conversation. The bad thing was that it probably wouldn’t be very pleasant for both of them. Y/N would probably fight through wanting to punch his stupid face while Harry scoured his mind for something interesting to say.

Y/N deserved so much love--love that he didn’t give her before because he was blinded by what he thought was love for Daniela. He thought that Y/N and he were a dead end and he flew before he could get hurt; not taking into account that he was hurting instead. He was a selfish man, he concurs. But he’s changed, he could feel something different spiking through within him. He was more prepared this time, more knowledgeable and Harry promised himself that he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

He had a plethora building up within him--for Y/N-- but he wasn’t allowed to give it to her no matter how much he wanted to. She won’t accept. Frankly, he doesn’t blame her. What he did was cruel--too cruel. In fact, he doesn’t know if he’ll find a way to get back on his feet if Y/N did something similar to him; much less doing it on his own like Y/N was at the moment. He betrayed and abandoned her for her own sister. That’s twofold the pain that one would go through a cheating partner.

Speaking of, he hasn’t actually talked to her since, well, since they ‘broke up.’ If he felt bad before everything spilled, his feeling exacerbated when he saw her looking thinly and like she didn’t get enough sleep. There was no use trying to conjure up reasons as to why her appearance changed because Harry knew deep inside that he was the reason why she wasn’t taking care of herself.

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While Harry was mourning over a loss of great love, Y/N was being lifted off of her sorrows by the one and only Niall. Despite knowing each other for only a few weeks--close to a month-- Y/N somehow found it in herself to let Niall in through her high walls and thick skin. She let him see that parts of her that she was afraid of because she felt like she could trust him. And so far, he made no action to disprove her conclusion. He was different, but she was still wary.

Niall and Y/N were getting close and closer each day. They started hanging out outside of class time. They started talking about other topics and not only about the project they’d been assigned. Niall saw more of Y/N coming out of her shell, and she watched as the usually bubbly boy became vulnerable in the confines of her apartment walls.

“Chocolate is better than vanilla!” Niall exclaimed at her, spoon digging inside his pudding cup. “Change my mind,”

Y/N made a muffled sound with closed lips. Her mouth is filled by vanilla pudding. She shook her head in disagreement, “Nuh uh,”

“Yeah huh,” He responded as he outstretched his hand out to hers, indirectly asking for her pudding cup so that he could throw it in the bin. She was almost done with it.

“I don’t understand. Chocolate pudding is kind of bitter,”

“But vanilla pudding is too sweet!” He grabbed her cup, heading to the attached kitchen to rinse out the remains before tossing it in the recycling bin.

As Y/N watched him being so domestic--being so caring for her-- she realized that this was exactly how Harry acted in the early stage of their relationship. It seemed that she kept comparing Niall and Harry’s actions, and she would always make herself sadder by the thought. Whatever Niall did, Harry would find a way to disclose the happy moment by reminding Y/N of what used to be and made her cautious of what could happen again if she let Niall come too close.

Y/N mumbled to herself quietly, trying to shut off the thoughts about how Niall will only hurt her.

“What was that, Y/N?” He asked, plopping his bum down on the couch beside her.

“I think you should leave,” She said so softly that Niall only got whisps of her sentence.

“Hmm? You wanna watch something else?” He grabbed the remote from the table in front of them. “I know you like rom-coms so maybe we’ll watch that,”

The TV flicked to the main menu. He browsed through the categories, briefly glancing at her. “Oi, what’s wrong?”

“I think you should leave,” Y/N said more sternly. Guilt was eating up her inside. Somehow, it felt wrong to have Niall over while she was still thinking of her ex-boyfriend. It wasn’t fair to him either.

Her statement made him drop the remote on his lap. He winced a little but his eyes widened in surprise. His mouth opened and close, not knowing what to say when someone asks you to leave. “Oh, d-did I do something wrong?”

She shook her head ‘no’. “I just--- I have stuff to do and I won’t be able to focus,”

Niall nodded understandingly, but he was still discombobulated by the sudden request to exit the building. He stood up, grabbing his phone on the table before wrapping his arms in his coat that he had hung by the door. His hand grasped the doorknob, looking at her for a final time before he left. “Y/N,”

She looked up to him from her position on the couch, the tears she’d tried to dry out spilling a little over her waterline, “Yeah?”

“I’m here for you,”

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Niall was worried for Y/N. Since the day she had asked him to leave, he hasn’t seen much of her on campus. It was like she was avoiding him. Actually, he was certain that she was avoiding him because she recently switched seats to the other side of the room. She wouldn’t even look on his direction, much less spare him a subtle wave or glance. He tried calling out her name one day after class, but he got no response from her. He could only watch as her head of hair disappeared among the mass crowd that hid her from him.

Y/N was disappointed in herself. She was aware of what she was doing this time. She was isolating herself and her pride wouldn’t let her overcome the loop she’d put herself in. Niall was getting closer to her faster than she had anticipated and it sent her into a frenzy. Was she ready? She didn’t know if she was prepared to let somebody in again--even though Niall had squeezed himself in--she was scared.

She was shaking in her boots, teeth nipping on her fingernails as her eyes shifted from one corner of the room to the other because her mind couldn’t stay quiet in the late hours of the night. Y/N was under the covers, hiding from the harsh reality of the world. Would it be so wrong to let Niall in? She so badly wanted to but there was a pull in her heart that warned her. She didn’t know if she was being paranoid or there was something suspicious about Niall.

Nonetheless, Niall was very persistent in being in her life. He reached out to her in any way he knew how.; chased her after class, but she ignored it. He left voice messages on her phone when she failed to answer his calls. He spammed her with texts despite always being left on read. He was trying so hard and she was rejecting him with the same energy--pushing him away, yet he pushed back and with it, he polished off the ball that is Y/N’s fear of abandonment, making it more real than she thought possible.

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“Hey H,” Niall greeted as Harry opened the door to his apartment. He was over for the day to hang out and chill. The two boys haven’t done so in a while, especially with exams and assignments running at full speed.

“What’s up, man?” Harry responded, leaning in for a hug.

Niall walked into the small living room--as Harry had instructed--while he gathered up some snacks and drinks to keep them filled while they caught up with each others’ lives. Minutes later, Harry and his bowl filled arms came into view.

“How’s you and Dani?” Niall questioned. He remembered how Y/N’s face looked when they talked about the topic before, and he was antsy to confirm the truth.

“We broke up,” It was a solemn confession from him, but Harry was relieved.

“Why’s that?”

“We just-- we didn't work out,” Harry stuttered out an excuse. “How about you? Found anybody you like?”

Niall cleared his throat, blinking rapidly as he was caught off guard of how quickly the question was directed to him. “Uh, yeah actually. Got my eye on someone,”

“Innit?” Harry punched Niall’s knee in a teasing manner, “What’s her name? Do I know her?” He took a gulp from canned ice tea, filling his cheeks with the slightly chilled beverage.

“Her name’s Y/N,” Niall watched carefully as Harry’s eyes widened, fighting himself from spilling the liquid out of his mouth. “Not sure if it’s *your Y/N, though,”

Harry asked him what that Y/N looked like and from the way Niall as eyeing him cautiously, he knew that both of them were tiptoeing on a topic that was bound to make them face the truth. And when Niall described Y/N’s appearance first, Harry couldn’t help but envision a perfect image of her in his mind—having not forgotten such a beautiful face. However, once Niall rambled in about her ‘perfect personality’; how she was nice and sweet, but humble and gentle—Harry felt his heart hurting because that totally sounded like his Y/N.

“Does that sound like your Y/N?”

Harry nodded, unable to deny something that was so undeniably true. It was quiet for minutes, neither of them saying a word to each other.

“Harry,” Niall began. “Were you—did you leave Y/N for her sister?”

He nodded hesitantly but nonetheless witnessed as hope vanished from Niall’s baby blue eyes. He was praying that Harry wouldn’t do such a thing, but he was proven wrong. “I did, yeah, I-,”

“That’s … not very nice,”

“Don’t you think I know that already?” Harry gassed, squinting his eyes. His nostrils were flaring from hearing the way Niall talked to him as if he didn’t know that what he did was terrible.

“Don’t get angry at me! I’m just saying,” Niall raised his hands up in the air. “That’s pretty fucked up man,”

“I thought we were drifting. I had to get out before it got worse,” He gulped, trying to explain himself. “I didn’t think I was gonna fall for Dani,”

“Don’t you think you should’ve talked to Y/N first?”

“Yes but sh-she,” Harry stuttered over his words. The simplest thing he could’ve done to avoid this whole mess was to talk to Y/N, but it somehow managed to slip his mind. If he communicated with her, maybe they would’ve fixed this and gone over the bump. “You’re right. I’m going to talk—,”

Niall phone buzzed loudly on the glass surface of the coffee table. He reached out to grab the device. “It’s Y/N, I have to go,”

Harry watched as Niall got up on his feet, waiting for him to do the same so he could bid him goodbye properly. The blonde patted the others’ shoulder firmly as if to reprimand him of his wrongdoing.

“Where are you going?”

Niall looked over his shoulder, shrugging on his coat by the door. “Her place,”

It was all Niall said before he unlocked the door and swung it open. Harry was left with his wandering thoughts that imagined filthy things going on between Y/N and his friend. He shook his head to get rid of them.

He sat on his love seat chair, legs spread widely as he covers his face with the expanse of his palm. He glanced up towards the ceiling, silently praying to a God that would be able to help him figure hot to cure the ache in his heart know that Y/N was progressing from him and slowly replacing him. He had no right to be angry but he couldn’t help but want to burst into her place and blame her for moving on too fast; for not even trying to fix them before she let the fire between them simmer. But Harry knew that she was doing the best thing that she can for herself, and as much as he didn’t want her to—he was a selfish man and Harry wanted Y/N all to himself.

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“We’re almost done!” Y/N exclaimed excitedly from across Niall. They were in her bedroom, sat on her bed with papers surrounding both of them. Her laptop jostled over from her lap when she bounced from the knowledge that their efforts would soon dwindle when they finish this assignment.

“Oi, calm down Y/N. I have to focus,” Niall replied as he but his lip. Fingers typing on the keyboard to finish the last bits of information needed on the ‘reference’ page.

Y/N pouted at being reprimanded but she let her eyes dance on her own laptop screen as the pink line moved on the Google Doc that they were sharing. “Sorry, I’m excited to relax,”

It was true. Since Niall arrived, they’ve hit it straight to the ballpark. They’ve not had a break since hours ago and her stomach was rumbling with need.

“And done!” Niall accentuated his words with a final tap to his keyboard—submitting an assignment had never felt better than it did right at this moment.

Y/N gathered the papers in a neat pile before placing them in a blue folder. Niall shut down his computer, preparing to pack for his departure for the night. “Where are you going, Ni?”

He paused, halfway to zipping his bag when she asked him that. “Uh, my place?

“But it’s,” Y/N glanced at her alarm clock. “Eleven-thirty in the evening!”

“So?” Niall raises his brows in confusion.

“So? You can’t go out that late,”

“Then where am I supposed to sleep tonight,” He replied. Y/N thought the idea over her head and concluded that it wouldn’t be too big of a deal to let Niall stay the night.

“Here, of course,” She places her school materials on her desk, clearing her bed of any clutter.

“You want me,” He pointed at his chest. “To sleep here tonight?” Y/N nodded enthusiastically.

Y/N squealed as Niall landed on the spot beside her, body flopping against the mattress. He released a slight groan, “Ooo, your bed is comfy,”

She giggled when he spread out his limbs purposely, shoving her off the bed eventually. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“‘M a big guy, I need all the space I can get,” Y/N puffed air out from her tightly closed lips, mocking his words.

“You’re not that big,”

“Size doesn’t matter,” He mumbled the best he could with his cheek being squished against the soft pillows.

Y/N slapped his shoulder for his innuendo, instructing him to get up so that they could head to the kitchen and fix themselves some very late dinner.

Niall watched from his spot on her kitchen table as Y/N seemed to dance around from spot to spot, collecting ingredients and mixing them in the pot on the stove. His mouth watering with the delicious aroma wafting the air around him despite the exhaust fan above being turned on.

“Y/N, I have a question,” She hummed in response. “Did Harry leave you for Dani?”

Y/N paused her movements, arm stuck frozen from its stirring position. He couldn’t see her face and she was glad because she was sure that it must’ve morphed into a crumpled expression.

“Actually, you don’t have to answer that,” Niall cleared his throat. “He was a jerk to do that. Harry, I mean,”

He continued when Y/N didn’t respond verbally. “I apologize for him. He’s my friend and I’m having a hard time comprehending that he could do something so vile,”

“But I want you to know that he doesn’t deserve you,”

Y/N felt the warmth of his body against the expanse her back and she was rendered frozen once again. “I know,”

She could hear him chuckle breathily and for a moment, she smiled too. “That’s good to hear,”

“I’m trying to get over him, you know,” She sighed, finally turning around, only to be met with his broad chest. She stared at the white shirt that covered his skin, thinking through her next words. “It’s hard,”

“But being with you,” Y/N lifted a hand up to his chest, letting a finger trace lightly. Niall’s heart quickened its pace, she could tell from the increasingly deeper breaths he took. She swore she could feel his heartbeat pounding through the barriers.

His hands touched her lower back gently just after he switched the stove knob off. He was afraid to take her by surprise when he felt her body tense, but it soon relaxed against his touch. Niall was looking at the top of her head because of his height advantage, and he so badly wanted to tilt her chin up and bore his eyes into her pretty ones.

“But with you, it gets easier.”

And maybe it was stupid of Harry to impulsively visit Y/N at the slither of dusk, and even stupider when he put his key--that he never gave back to her--in the keyhole because she wasn’t answering the door. His mind was fuzzy and he wasn’t thinking clearly; maybe his knocks were too light against the wood of the door. He thought Y/N was ignoring him because he can clearly see a crack of light from underneath in front of his feet. It was the stupidest thing to enter her apartment, ready to softly call out her name. He can smell the food she’d always especially make for him---it wasn’t just his mouth-watering, but his eyes as well because the root of the intoxicating scent was centered on the stove. He couldn’t see the appliance because of two bodies blocking the way.

He really wished that he’d just waited behind the closed door and not witness the sight in front of him.

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okay so I said I was recurringly posting part 4 with pt3 but im late sO O WELL. AND YES, there will be a pt5 cause i haven't said all i wanted to say

this is me squeezing out the last of the writing cells out of my brain

more of this series; Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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@scratchybeardsweetmouth: uh-huh uh-huh. hahaha yeah the dragons being around her when the kiss happened is something that kinda makes me giggle every time. not a peep from them. as soon as she stood from her bed, she has not made note of them in the chapter, nor has she made note of their reactions during her recalls of the kiss. it may be a shocking and confusing moment for dany, but never a dangerous one.

it’s… insanely subtle and easy to miss! under a cut bc this got long!

after the kiss the feeling dany most experiences is expectancy. she tries not to think of jorah at all except as a commander and how he relates in that regard to her negotiations with kraznys. she tries. and fails completely. in fact the more she tries the harder it is to stop herself and we learn she actually HASN’T stopped thinking about how hot the kiss made her!

1. Keeping cool, stayin cool. I got this:

The gods of Ghis were dead, and so too its people; these Astapori were mongrels, Ser Jorah said. Even the Ghiscari tongue was largely forgotten; the slave cities spoke the High Valyrian of their conquerors, or what they had made of it.

2. Pff I’ve called him my bear before. Still cool. Yeah. Totally cool. Also I guess he’s not handsome but he’s so smart. My bear is so smart.

“They might be adequate to my needs,” Dany answered. It had been Ser Jorah’s suggestion that she speak only Dothraki and the Common Tongue while in Astapor. My bear is more clever than he looks. “Tell me of their training.”

3. I don’t want to think about jorah so i’ll leave him behind with my most priceless possessions, the most important weapons in the entire planet.

The old man had not wanted to sail to Astapor; nor did he favor buying this slave army. A queen should hear all sides before reaching a decision. That was why Dany had brought him with her to the Plaza of Pride, not to keep her safe. Her bloodriders would do that well enough. Ser Jorah Mormont she had left aboard Balerion to guard her people and her dragons. Much against her inclination, she had locked the dragons belowdecks. It was too dangerous to let them fly freely over the city; the world was all too full of men who would gladly kill them for no better reason than to name themselves dragons layer.

4. look at how cool i am this is not word association ok

Ask her if she wishes to view our fighting pits,” Kraznys added. “Douquor’s Pit has a fine folly scheduled for the evening. A bear and three small boys. One boy will be rolled in honey, one in blood, and one in rotting fish, and she may wager on which the bear will eat first.”

Tap tap tap, Dany heard. Arstan Whitebeard’s face was still, but his staff beat out his rage. Tap tap tap. She made herself smile. “I have my own bear on Balerion,” she told the translator, “and he may well eat me if I do not return to him.”

5. arstan lying to dany’s face since he met her: moral relativism is??? stupid?? jorah mormont is a piece of shit??? dany: wow i really never dealt with my sexual trauma i must stop this right now.

“When I leave Astapor it must be with an army, Ser Jorah says.”

“Ser Jorah was a slaver himself, Your Grace,” the old man reminded her. “There are sellswords in Pentos and Myr and Tyrosh you can hire. A man who kills for coin has no honor, but at least they are no slaves. Find your army there, I beg you.”

“My brother visited Pentos, Myr, Braavos, near all the Free Cities. The magisters and archons fed him wine and promises, but his soul was starved to death. A man cannot sup from the beggar’s bowl all his life and stay a man. I had my taste in Qarth, that was enough. I will not come to Pentos bowl in hand.”

“Better to come a beggar than a slaver,” Arstan said.

“There speaks one who has been neither.” Dany’s nostrils flared. “Do you know what it is like to be sold, squire? I do. My brother sold me to Khal Drogo for the promise of a golden crown. Well, Drogo crowned him in gold, though not as he had wished, and I… my sun-and-stars made a queen of me, but if he had been a different man, it might have been much otherwise. Do you think I have forgotten how it felt to be afraid?”

6. BUT WE’RE HERE NOW I GUESS WHAT THE FUCK

He has a good face, and great strength to him, Dany thought. She could not understand why Ser Jorah mistrusted the old man so. Could he be jealous that I have found another man to talk to?Unbidden, her thoughts went back to the night on Balerion when the exile knight had kissed her. He should never have done that. He is thrice my age, and of too low a birth for me, and I never gave him leave. No true knight would ever kiss a queen without her leave. She had taken care never to be alone with Ser Jorah after that, keeping her handmaids with her aboard ship, and sometimes her bloodriders. He wants to kiss me again, I see it in his eyes.

What Dany wanted she could not begin to say, but Jorah’s kiss had woken something in her, something that been sleeping since Khal Drogo died.

jorah’s kiss sounds like a fandom thing, like the unkiss. but yeah no it’s straight up how dany describes it. like it was something given to her, not taken in exchange for something (LIKE HERSELF TO DROGO!)

7. Listen I don’t want Jorah but here’s six to eight paragraphs of me having wet dreams and losing my shit..

The next day, it all seemed a dream. And what did Ser Jorah have to do with it, if anything?

8. Nada. nope. Ok maybe she’s not cool but eight thousand puppies geesh...

Aggo helped Dany down from her litter. Strong Belwas was seated on a massive piling, eating a great haunch of brown roasted meat. “Dog,” he said happily when he saw Dany. “Good dog in Astapor, little queen. Eat?” He offered it with a greasy grin.

“That is kind of you, Belwas, but no.” Dany had eaten dog in other places, at other times, but just now all she could think of was the Unsullied and their stupid puppies. She swept past the huge eunuch and up the plank onto the deck of Balerion.

9. REALLY DANY? IS THAT ALL YOU’RE THINKING ABOUT?

Ser Jorah Mormont stood waiting for her. “Your Grace,” he said, bowing his head. “The slavers have come and gone. Three of them, with a dozen scribes and as many slaves to lift and fetch. They crawled over every foot of our holds and made note of all we had.” He walked her aft. “How many men do they have for sale?”

“None.” Was it Mormont she was angry with, or this city with its sullen heat, its stinks and sweats and crumbling bricks? “They sell eunuchs, not men. Eunuchs made of brick, like the rest of Astapor. Shall I buy eight thousand brick eunuchs with dead eyes that never move, who kill suckling babes for the sake of a spiked hat and strangle their own dogs? They don’t even have names. So don’t call them men, ser.”

“Khaleesi,” he said, taken aback by her fury, “the Unsullied are chosen as boys, and trained—”

“I have heard all I care to of their training.” Dany could feel tears welling in her eyes, sudden and unwanted. Her hand flashed up and cracked Ser Jorah hard across the face. It was either that, or cry.

Mormont touched the cheek she’d slapped. “If I have displeased my queen—”

“You have. You’ve displeased me greatly, ser. If you were my true knight, you would never have brought me to this vile sty.” If you were my true knight, you would never have kissed me, or looked at my breasts the way you did, or…

OR WHAT DANY?

OR WHAT?

10. NOPE NOT COOL. annnnnd that’s when they come back

“As Your Grace commands. I shall tell Captain Groleo to make ready to sail on the evening tide, for some sty less vile.”

“No,” said Dany. Groleo watched them from the forecastle, and his crew was watching too. Whitebeard, her bloodriders, Jhiqui, every one had stopped what they were doing at the sound of the slap. “I want to sail now, not on the tide, I want to sail far and fast and never look back. But I can’t, can I? There are eight thousand brick eunuchs for sale, and I must find some way to buy them.” And with that she left him, and went below.

Behind the carved wooden door of the captain’s cabin, her dragons were restless. Drogon raised his head and screamed, pale smoke venting from his nostrils, and Viserion flapped at her and tried to perch on her shoulder, as he had when he was smaller. “No,” Dany said, trying to shrug him off gently. “You’re too big for that now, sweetling.” But the dragon coiled his white and gold tail around one arm and dug black claws into the fabric of her sleeve, clinging tightly. Helpless, she sank into Groleo’s great leather chair, giggling.

“They have been wild while you were gone, Khaleesi,” Irri told her. “Viserion clawed splinters from the door, do you see? And Drogon made to escape when the slaver men came to see them. When I grabbed his tail to hold him back, he turned and bit me.” She showed Dany the marks of his teeth on her hand.

“Did any of them try to burn their way free?” That was the thing that frightened Dany the most.

i haven’t completely chewed on this yet tho but THE DRAGONS WERE RESTLESS. jorah’s just agreed to change course again but dany believes completely that she CAN’T BC THERE ARE RULES DAMMIT.

jorah is a knight. she is a queen. dragons are weapons. all serve the purpose: obtaining the iron throne. everything else, wanting anything else, viserys beat it out of her. EVEN WITH DRAGONS SHE DOESN’T THINK SHE CAN HAVE THE THINGS SHE WANTS.

and this is already far too long hope this made sense!

#mystuff #dany x jorah #scratchybeardsweetmouth #LISTEN I KNOW I HAVE A PROBLEM #but this chapter is amazing #it's the rhagar fought chapter #the slap chapter #the i'm not into jorah but i am having w3t dreams ever since he kissed me chapter #it's the MY BEAR WILL EAT ME IF I DO NOT RETURN TO HIM chapter #it's the chapter missandei is introduced!

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mutantsrisingrpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations DANI! You’ve been accepted as HYDRA with a FC change to TONY THORNBURG and a name change to SOUMA.

Dani, I’ll be honest when I say I was a little nervous about switching Hydra’s fc. But, your app put all of those worries to rest the moment I got to reading it! Souma is someone that is defined by the moments in his life, each and every situation he’s been in has brought him to where he is now. His worry of being the current boss of Kings and what they means in regards to his relationships was something we loved reading about. We’re so excited to see him on the dash!

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Dani

PRONOUNS: She/Her

AGE: 25

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT -4:00. And as for activity, I’m a lawyer with a 9-5 job working from home so, somedays will be busier than others but I always have time to post a few replies, it shouldn’t be too bad.

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Hydra

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cisgender male - He/him

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Hydra is the product of too much potential being used for the wrong reasons; not quite wasted, but twisted into something darker than it should’ve been in its beginnings. I see him as someone who’s quiet and contemplative, observant, careful. He never takes a step out of line, unless it has been calculated many times over. He makes no mistakes and trusts no one, often seen as cold and emotionless but deep down he’s burning anger, resentment and a need to protect those around him without leaving a trace.

That being said, he is still a very charismatic man. He’s quick and smug and witty, granting a confident smile to those who deserve it or need it, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Knowledge is power, and for the chosen one who gets to manipulate it, all the other pieces of to board are pawns.

Learning is the way to keep his position. His powers have branded him a danger to society, yet he loves what he can do with them. He hungers, always. More. It’s never enough. Learning was always what he wanted to do, be the best, prove others how capable he was, and even though it landed him in a dangerous place for a while, it also put him in the right position to achieve his goals. Too much pride, they’d say, and they’r be right when they see the corner of his lips twitch into a cocky smile. His training has made him powerful and strong, and the more power he has, the more he can make sure others like him aren’t being hunted down for who they are.

Lastly, although it doesn’t seem like it, Hydra cares deeply. Although he keeps an air of composure and solitude, he cares for those around him. The position of underboss have made him responsible, but it is a burden he’s willing to take for the right to make a choice. Loving means sacrifice, and he’s willing to sacrifice everything. The mutants are his people, his kin, and mere humans - simple, flawed, jealous - could never take away what they are. If need be, he would wipe humanity’s knowledge of the world just to watch them fret as his people leaves them in the past.

BIO - TW: Death, Human Experimentation

I. LESSON - Men could not be both intelligent and happy. Ignorance, as many other things, was indeed bliss. A lesson Souma learnt at a very young age.

A product of the mind, and not love. Both Souma and his older brother were planned in a laboratory, conceived and tested from the moment they were born. Brilliant minds, their parents, making a profit of their own powers and selling their sons to those who were beneath them. Humans were flawed, but their eyes shone bright and curious when they saw the two brothers playing with each other - one making the other forget how to run, how to go downstairs, how to read, while the other enhanced and took away the other’s ability to do exactly the same thing.

Knowledge and abilities. Two sides of the same coin.

They were profitable, the two of them. A gold mine, some said. There would be a time when mankind would have to fight mutants for their rights to a normal life, and what better way to fight than to meet them in equal ground? They held no love for mutants, but when you were faced with a monster who could take your knowledge, your memories, mess with your mind and burst into flame… they had to find a way to stop them. And they did. Or at least, they thought they did.

Testing began as soon as they were discovered. Their parents disappeared. Dead, perhaps? Disposable once they handed over the boys? And as big of a loss as it was, life was way more complicated than that. They separated them, Souma in the library, reading every book on the shelves with hungry eyes and a curious mind, and his brother in training for every fighting style, military strategy, all his body could learn. Mind and body, the perfect combination.

Life was easy for a while. The scientists were strict but kind and they allowed the boys to live a somewhat normal life - going out, going to school, experiencing the world (a fact Souma would later recognize as yet another way of controlling them. Happy subjects are always easier to manipulate). And so the years went by.

But they got desperate.

Mutant numbers started to grow. Their people, hunted and prosecuted for who they were, and humans were scared. Scared enough to take more extreme measures. Training became harder, eyes burning, limbs sore, noses bloodied from using their powers too much. Yet, they endured. The pitched the boys against each other as a game. What was more important, knowledge or ability? Body or mind? They fought and bled and cried, but no matter what they did, they could not find a way to extract their powers from them. Their perfect weapons, imperfect in their uniqueness.

Flawed. Too powerful.

A quiet conversation in the hallways, overhead by them when they were sneaking out to drink - now sixteen and desperate to be free. Sold, they said. Testing subjects. A secret pact with the Americans to turn them against their own, brainwash them, make them the weapon they were always meant to be.

They ran. At least, they tried.

His brother didn’t make it. Shot in the back before he could react. Souma made the man forget how to breathe. It was enough of a window to grab his gun and kill him while he gasped in desperation.

At the end, mind had won. A lesson he never meant to learn.

II. FREEDOM - Freedom wasn’t everything he thought it would be. It was strange, walking down the streets, passing people who were supposed to be hunting him down like a wild animal, and see them stare at him with a blank look in their eyes. A dangerous power, to make everyone forget you exist.

Japan was too dangerous, too painful now that he was on his own. Besides, word traveled fast. News of a man - Benjamin Granger, a mutant. Immortal. Someone who fought for what was right from the shadows.

So he left and never looked back.

It was in the Public Library that Benjamin found him, a year or so after he arrived to the States. No words were needed when knowledge was already shared. Benjamin smiled and so did Souma, a shadow tracing his steps, erasing the knowledge on every shady thing Benjamin did, helping his cause. Their cause. Their people.

The man offered him a home, a family, a purpose. He saw a chance to destroy those who would see them as less.

Someone had to be willing to watch Alexandria burn, and the world’s knowledge with it.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Neve Kaplan - Losing a brother felt like losing a limb, yet finding Neve meant getting a second chance. He loves her, he’d do anything for her in the quiet way the trees grant oxygen or the wind carries sound. It wasn’t easy at first, to trust again and make himself vulnerable, to promise himself to protect no matter the cost, yet here he was, willing to keep the biggest of secrets for her. He knows, and that’s all everyone should know. Benjamin isn’t a good man, but he was eternal. A protector, someone who could be there no matter what. Neve wasn’t, and neither was him. If his mission was to protect all mutants, then Benjamin had the better chance, and as his second, it was Hydra’s duty to protect him. A mission he failed horribly, and now he finds himself filling shoes he never meant to walk in. He wonders, however, how Neve would take it. Would her loyalties lie with him or would she see Benjamin’s face in his when he led the mutants to a brighter future?

Abigail Imani - A twist of fate, truly. There was always tension between them, one smug smile and sharp words, a battle of the minds. He respects her for her abilities, and wishes he had hers as well. Greedy, always greedy, yet here they were, years into the future and still butting heads. He wonders how things will change now, in Miami, a different place and time and now, his… enemy? thorn in his side? Whatever she was, she was also his second in command. They needed to bury the past, once and for all, and as much as Abigail got on every single one of his nerves, he’d have to learn to trust and work closely with her. History had taught him to keep his enemies closer. Although he wonders if that’s what she is.

EXTRA:

- Pinterest board: https://www.pinterest.cl/danielarossi_8/oc-souma-yamada/ - Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLRZzyl8UJjYezx14yCxVWtRrgWumzt-_8 - Mockblog (or, you know, might as well make it my real blog if I get accepted): https://chxshiki.tumblr.com/

ANYTHING ELSE: Well, his name would have to be changed. As we’ve spoken, if I get accepted, we can discuss it, but I would suggest the names Saito, Sanan or Souma?

#Accepted #accepted: hydra

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1572

Warnings: Angst, parenthood, sexual manipulation, action, injuries, underage drinking and drug-taking.

Synopsis: 16 Years after the death of Daisy, Steve and Bucky have successfully raised two teenage kids with telepathy. Teens are never easy to live with though. Sarah in particular likes to test boundaries. Now on top of all the usual challenges of parenting, they have to deal with troublemaking demigods, a daughter who just wants to be accepted for who she is and running the Avengers. That’s when the children of other super-powered individuals start going missing.

Chapter 8

Sarah woke groggy, with her head pounding. It took a minute for her eyes to focus and for the confusion of what happened to clear. When it did she was first aware of how quiet her mind was. It had never been so clear before. It scared her and made her feel so alone that it hurt. She started to cry without even knowing what she was crying about.

She then became aware there was the sound of someone else crying nearby. She sat up and the room span. When everything finally steadied she looked around her. She was in a cell. It was modern and white. The bed wasn’t so much a bed as a white metallic bench. There was also a toilet. Three of the walls were solid white, no window just a small vent on the top of the back wall. The front of the cell was made of white bars.

Sarah staggered towards them and tried to used her strength to pull it open.

“Don’t bother.” A voice from the cell opposite. A young girl of around twelve stepped forward. She wore simple white cotton pants and a matching singlet. Her curly black hair hadn’t been brushed in weeks and it made her look wild.

“Danielle?” Sarah said.

“Yeah, that’s right,” Danielle replied.

“I thought you were dead.”

“Shit. So they’re not even looking for us?” Danielle snarled. Whoever it was that was crying started crying louder. “Shut up, May Day.”

“May Day?” Sarah called out, peering down the side of the bars as best she could. She couldn’t see much but there were other cells in the hall. At least five on each side of a hall.

“Sarah?” May Day called back. “I want my Mommy.”

“I know. We’ll get back. I promise.” Sarah said.

Danielle let out a sarcastic laugh. “How do you think that’s going to happen? Haven’t you noticed? They turned off our powers. If everyone thinks we’re dead, who’s coming for us?”

“They turned off our abilities?” Sarah asked confused. “How? Who did?”

Danielle shuddered. “They put something in our necks. I was awake the whole time because of what I am. They shot me and I didn’t think they could do that. It hurt so much. Then they cut me open while I was still hurting from the bullet. When they put the thing in my neck, my powers just shut off and they knocked me out. When I woke up the bullet was gone.”

“Who are they, Dani?” Sarah asked.

“How am I supposed to know?” Danielle shouted. “There’s so many of them. They keep telling us they’re going to hurt us more if we don’t do what they say. They make us watch these videos and they do all these tests on us. Is this our life now?”

“We’re going to get out, Danielle. I promise. My dads run the Avengers. You think they will give up looking for me? Even if they can’t find us, we’re far from helpless. I can fight even without my powers.” Sarah said.

Danielle started laughing and Sarah could hear May Day’s sobbing pick up in the cell next to her.

The door opened at the end of the hall and four men marched to Sarah’s cell.

“Step back from the bars.” One of the men barked.

Sarah took a step backward and clenched her fists. The men slid the door open, one pulled out handcuffs and went to grab Sarah’s wrist. Her training went into action. She flipped him over her head and kicked him in the throat. Two of the other men came for her one hit her with a taser and while she tried to shake it off he shoved her face-first into the wall.

“Oh, you gotta little fight in you, princess.” He growled into her ear. His hand slid up her side and squeezed her breast. “I’m going to like taking that from you.”

Sarah lashed out, hitting him in the chest. As he staggered back she kneed him in the groin. He dropped to the ground and she kicked him. “Touch me again, asshole.” She screamed.

The butt of a rifle struck her on the back of the head. Everything went black.

The Avengers briefing room was buzzing. Steve sat at the head of the table rubbing his eyes. Carol, Tony, Peter, Bruce, Wanda, Sam, Jessica, and Luke all sat around it arguing with each other, while Bucky and Jamie paced up and down the room.

“If someone says we look at the known Hydra bases one more time I’m going to lose my shit.” Sam snapped. “There are no known Hydra bases. We thought we’d wiped them out already.”

“A fully operational Hyrda base would be using a lot of energy,” Bruce said. “If we were to use the satellites to find any anomalous energy hotspots around the globe?”

“FRIDAY?” Tony barked.

“Right away, Mr. Stark.” The building’s AI responded.

“What if she’s already dead? I can’t feel her anymore. I’m really scared.” Jamie said, rubbing his temple. Ever since he lost contact with Sarah he’d felt like a part of him was missing. It made him feel sick and he’d been fighting off low-level nausea ever since.

Bucky put his hand on Jamie’s shoulder. “We’re not going to give up looking for her either way.”

Steve looked over at Bucky. “Buck, when you were in Hydra, how did they control Daisy?”

Bucky collapsed down into one of the chairs and ran his hands through his hair. “I wasn’t even awake for most of that, Steve. I’m not sure I can help.”

“Whatever you can remember. Anything at this stage could help.” Steve said.

“Well, I think a lot of it was she was worried about me. I know she kind of did what she wanted a lot. I don’t think she was in complete control of her powers back then and you know she wasn’t ever as powerful as Sarah is anyway.”

“Well, that was helpful.” Jessica scoffed.

“I told you I couldn’t remember much.” Bucky spat back.

“Buck, is there anything else?” Steve asked.

Bucky closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The memory of waking up in her room and how thick the door was. How Daisy had said she was a prisoner too, but she wasn’t strong. So why was the door so thick? “I think they must have kept her in a room that was lined in something that damped her powers. The door to her room was so thick. I couldn’t break it open. Why would it be so thick for a girl who wasn’t even particularly strong.”

“FRIDAY, narrow your search to structures with unusually thick walls at least somewhere within them,” Steve said.

“Right away, Captain Rogers.”

Sarah came to sitting upright. Her head was pounding again and when she went to move she realized her hands were locked down to the arm of the chair she was sitting in. She opened her eyes and tried to struggle free from her bonds.

“Hello, Sarah.” A warm female voice said from behind her. She craned her head around to see who was talking. A beautiful woman with pale skin and black hair walked around the front of a desk and sat down opposite her. She wore a green bodysuit that hugged her figure. “I’m sorry for the way that Agent manhandled you. He is being reprimanded. You won’t see him again.”

“Who are you?” Sarah asked.

“My name is Viper. Have you heard of me?” Viper answered.

Sarah shook her head. “Where am I?”

“Why my dear, you’re with Hydra. You know your mother grew up with us, don’t you? I met her a few times. She was very powerful. You are stronger am I correct?” She spoke like she was bored and had an accent that Sarah couldn’t quite place. Like she’d never spent long enough in one country for an accent to take hold.

“You’re going to regret taking me.” Sarah seethed. “I’m going to kill you personally.”

Viper laughed. Sarcasm dripped from the sound. “Oh, darling. What do you think you’re going to do? I turned off your abilities.”

“You think that’s going to matter? Even if my fathers never find me. And you know they will. You think I need my powers? I am going to tear your throat out with my teeth.” Sarah spat.

Viper laughed again. This time it sounded genuine. “So full of fire, young Sarah. You remind me of me. I don’t want to take it from you, but don’t think I won’t.” Viper pressed a button on a console in front of her and electricity surged through Sarah. Her jaw clenched, her teeth narrowly missing her tongue. There was so much pain, she wondered for a moment if this was how she died.

It stopped quickly and Sarah sat panting in front. “What do you want from me?”

“Just your compliance. I know it won’t come quickly. Don’t worry about that. It will come. As it will with all your little friends.” Viper replied. “You aren’t going to be found here. You can’t escape. You will break.” Viper hit a button in front of her. A group of guards filed in. “Get her out of here.” She barked at them.

Sarah struggled with them as they wrestled her into cuffs.

“Get some rest, Sarah. Your re-education starts tomorrow.”

// NEXT

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