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angryschnauzer · 4 years ago

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

Summary: There’s a little town high in the mountains where everyone has a secret, and every family has something that makes them unique. In Blackwater Lake those that are outcast by nature come together.

Characters: Werewolf!Captain Syverson, Werewolf!Female Reader, Vampire!Walter Marshall.

Warnings (for this chapter, all small mentions but warning just in case): Breastfeeding, Accidental Cutting Injury/Blood loss, blood transfusions. This chapter contains no sex scenes or scenes of a sexual nature.

A continuation of previous Werewolf!Sy stories Moonlight on the Sand and Castle Under The Stars. This will be a series of stand alone stories/2 parters, which will revolve around the residents of the town, with some recurring characters.

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Blackwater Lake - Chapter 1

The late spring day brought pleasant scents and mouth watering flavours, Blackwater Lake’s town May day parade in full flow as you held two month old Luna in her carrier to your chest, turning to smile at your husband Sy as he balanced Mikey on his shoulders so your son could watch the floats whilst they slowly cruised past. You knew he would be most excited about the Fire Department bringing their trucks past. At the first whoop of the siren Mikey squealed with joy, the ice cream cone in his hand tipping slightly and setting a blob of blue bubblegum flavour gelato into Sy’s cheek;

“Hey, no wriggles! Its raining ice cream down here”

Pausing the consumption of your own cone you handed it to Sy as you reached into your bag and found a baby wipe, moving to wipe his cheek before stretching to wipe your son’s face. Finding a trash can to toss the wipe into, you smiled as you watched your two boys as they waved to the Fire Trucks, the crew making sure to honk their horns when they saw Sy.

Everyone in town loved Sy. You’d moved there together when you’d found out you were pregnant with Mikey, your army days behind you and wanting to seek somewhere quiet where you could live in the woods to allow for full moon runs whilst being close enough to civilisation to raise a family. The aging receptionist at the realtor had pulled you aside the second you’d arrived in their office when you’d visited the town, recognising one of her own as her nostrils had flared and she’d explained that there were ‘all sorts’ in the town. That was your first meeting with Edith, and you’d gone on to move in just up the mountain from her. Once Sy had finished in the Army and baby number two was on the way, he’d started working alongside retired detective Walter at his construction company where they specialised in commercial buildings. They were always on call for when businesses had emergencies, so had come to the aid of half the town after storms and accidents.

As the parade dragged on Luna woke, grumbling for a change and a feed. The two boys were transfixed with the parade and you’d lost your ice cream cone to Sy who was now mindlessly munching away on it. Tugging on his sleeve you caught his attention;

“Luna’s woken up, i’m gonna take her into Sue’s Coffee Shop to change her and give her a feed”

“Sure thing Darlin, we’ll come find you in a bit”

The coffee shop was quiet, its doors opened onto the sidewalk and as the radio played soft rock music, just one or two tables taken outside but the inside empty. Sue - the owner - smiled at you as you walked in;

“Hey Sue!”

“Hey there! What can I get'cha?”

“Can i get a decaf iced latte? I just need to change Luna if that’s ok?”

“Of course, no need to ask, the restroom is empty”

A couple of minutes later your little girl had a clean butt but was still grizzling, now hungry for your milk. Sue had set your drink onto a table in the corner, a soft window seat she knew you liked to sit at to feed. Settling in you pulled your cami top down and unhooked the strap of your nursing bra, helping Luna to latch on as she cried before a blissful quiet descended over you as she happily suckled on your breast. In the quiet of the coffee shop you reached for your drink and sipped on it, smiling down at your beautiful daughter as she gazed up at you;

“Hey there my little Luna, better now? Is that the good stuff? Yeah? Well that’s what your Daddy says it is…” you said with a whisper and a smirk.

“Hey”

The sudden greeting made you jump, looking up to see Walter standing near your table;

“Oh, Hi Walter”

“Sorry…” he glanced away, averting his eyes from where you were feeding; “I just asked if you wanted anything?”

“Oh no, i’m fine, i’ve got a coffee… but you’re welcome to join me if you like? Sy and Mikey will be along once the Parade’s over”

Nodding once the quiet man went to order before returning with what looked like a quad espresso but faltering when it came to taking a seat;

“Where did you want me to sit?”

“Oh anywhere you like” you shifted Luna as she had finished on one breast, hooking that side up before shifting and moving her to the other breast. You’d mastered the art of switching breasts without revealing anything, the baby's head blocking any view of a nipple, and you were a vehement supporter of breast feeding - in fact any feeding - and had been known to get into loud shouting matches with anyone that told you to cover up something that was completely natural.

“I mean, i don’t want Sy to think i’m here oggling his wife’s tits”

Laughing, you kicked out a soft chair with your foot;

“This is fairly low, take this one and here…” you moved the upright menu on the table in front of Luna’s head, knowing that she would now be shielded from view and with your breast, and saving Walter’s embarrassment.

Just as Walter sat down Sue brough over his sandwich, the scent of it hitting your nostrils and making your stomach audibly growl;

“Oh wow, what is that?”

“A steak wrap with chimichurri sauce” he lifted one half and offered it to you, but you shook your head.

“Thanks, but that’s just a little too rare for me… looks like a good veterinarian could bring it back to life”

Walter laughed as you called out to Sue, ordering one of the same.

“You want yours still mooing too?”

“Medium, please” you laughed as she nodded and walked away.

As she cooked your meal you turned back to Walter. You’d had a few conversations with him over the 11 months he and Sy had worked together, but knew very little about him apart from his reputation of being quiet and surly, generally sleep deprived and a little pale most of the time. He’d been medically retired from the Police Department after an accident where he’d lost a lot of blood and had never fully recovered.

As Luna happily fed and Walter devoured his sandwich you sipped on your drink, watching with curiosity as the man ate in silence, savouring each bloody bite. When he finally crumpled the napkin onto the plate and sat back he caught you watching him;

“What? Do i have something on my face?”

“No” you laughed softly; “Just watching how quickly you devoured that sandwich. Rachel not feeding you at home?”

Walter’s face dropped;

“She left”

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry Walter, i wouldn’t have said anything if i’d known”

“S’ok. She got fed up with the way i lived my life, but i can’t change who i am��

“True”

Just then Sy and Mikey came running into the coffee shop;

“Hi Darlin! Hi Sue! Hi Walt… be right back, Jnr has a bathroom emergency!”

The two Syverson boys disappeared into the restroom, and you could clearly hear Sy’s voice;

“Point! POINT IT AT THE TOILET! That’s it, stand on your tippy toes… there we go! Got here in time!”

You suppressed a laugh, Walter raising his eyebrows;

“Potty training?”

“Uh-huh… it's been a challenging few weeks to say the least, but Mikey wanted to give it a go”

The sound of the dryer could be heard as Sy and Mikey reappeared, Sy giving you double thumbs up from behind his son who ran to you;

“A perfect aim Darlin, no leaks. Think this deserves a cookie!”

As Mikey squealed with joy you groaned;

“Sy… not more sugar! He’ll be up all night. Mikey, honey, how about some fries?”

“And Eggies?” Mikey asked

“Sure thing honey, get Daddy to ask Sue”

As the afternoon wore on and the boys chatted, you listened as Sy and Walter discussed work stuff, Luna sleeping peacefully in your arms as you ate with Mikey. Finally glancing at your watch you motioned to Sy the time;

“Hun, i’ve gotta go collect our meat order from Walkers Meats”

“Oh yeah, sure. Here…” He opened his wallet and peeled off a bunch of $20’s as he turned to Walter; “She makes the best Steak Tartare… it's unbelievable”

“You make that?” Walter asked

Angling Luna into her carrier sling you adjusted the straps and nodded;

“Sure do! Hey, did you want to join us for dinner?”

“Yeah, join us!” Sy parroted; “And before you say anything, you wouldn’t be intruding”

With a weak smile Walter nodded;

“Sure, that’ll be nice. I gotta go to the lumber yard before though… pick out the stuff for next week's job”

You noticed that Mikey had finished his meal and was looking sleepy, holding your hand out to him he slid off the chair and stood next to you;

“How about I take the kids home, Sy you catch a ride with Walter?”

With everyone happy with the arrangements you made your way along main street to where Sy had parked his enormous truck, helping Mikey into his seat before unlatching Luna and settling her into her carrier. They were both fast asleep by the time you got to the drivers seat.

You managed to park directly outside the door to Walkers Meats, and Freya the weekend girl helpfully brought everything out to you when you called inside that the kids were asleep in the car and you didn’t want to leave them.

Dinner had been fun. The two kids were peacefully sleeping as the three adults chatted after the meal, before you finally stood to load the dishwasher and start hand washing the items that couldn’t go in there. Just as you were about to start you heard a cry from the kids, Sy standing;

“It’s Mikey, i’ll go”

As you started to handwash the various knives and delicate glasses, Walter stood at your side to dry items, the two of you talking casually before you let out a cry and pulled your hand from the soapy bowl of water. The dark crimson of your blood flowed from your finger, the knife you’d forgotten you’d put in the sink the cause;

“Fuck… hand me a towel…” you asked Walter, but were surprised when he sucked in a sharp intake of breath and turned, hunching over. Clutching your hand to your chest, you were surprised by his reaction, before he suddenly turned and you let out a shriek.

Sy appeared at the doorway in a panic before rushing to you, wrapping a napkin around your hand before he finally turned to look at Walter;

“What the fuck…”

Walter was pale, paler than usual, but that wasn’t what shocked the pair of you. No, it was the fact his eyes were pure white except for dark pools for his pupils, and as he opened his mouth to speak you saw his fangs;

“It’s… it’s the blood…” he gasped out; “It drives me…”

Sy wrapped his arm around your shoulders, but looked at his friend as he slumped onto the floor, shaking and sobbing;

“Think we need a chat Walt”

The three of you sat around the kitchen table, a hefty glass of scotch in front of each of you as Walter spoke;

“So umm yeah… this is why i left the Department. Went into a supposedly abandoned building, but it wasn’t empty. Two what we thought were junkies in there, looked like they were frail and would snap in a keen wind, but they had this strength and speed… They overpowered me, latched onto my neck. Drained my blood, and when the last drop was about to pass their lips one of my officers finally found me and shot them. They bled into me. The EMT’s took me to New Mercy and gave me a massive blood transfusion, and treated me for severe anemia… well guess what, the fangs and fucked up eyes were a surprise a few weeks after i was discharged”

You sat wide eyed and mouth agape, not touching your drink;

“I have so many questions...”

“Okay”

“Garlic. Crosses. Being invited in. Sunlight…”

Walter chuckled;

“Most a load of complete bollocks. Garlic? Well you put some in your steak tartare didn’t you? In fact it helps with the anemia. Crosses? No issue. Being invited in, again that’s just rubbish. Sunlight however… why do you think i’m so pale, huh? Have to wear factor 50 all the damn time otherwise i end up looking like a Maine Lobster at a cookout”

Both you and Sy were transfixed, Walter chatting away but his eyes hadn’t returned to normal and his fangs occasionally caught on his lip as he spoke.

“What ‘bout blood then?” Sy asked

Walter cleared his throat;

“Well, i’ve been making do with cows blood since Rachel left”

“You used to suck her blood?” you asked in a high pitched voice

Again Walter cleared his throat, this time just the faintest hint of a blush crept over his cheeks above his beard;

“Err yeah, about once a month… but she had enough in the end and left”

“I got another question” Sy interjected; “Why are your fangs still out?”

Although he answered Sy, Walter looked directly at you;

“Because she’s bleeding”

You looked down at your hand, puzzled as the wound had now sealed, before it hit you;

“Oh… I should go and sort that out”

Sy caught up quickly, glancing at the back of your dress;

“You’re fine Darlin, Walt caught it in time”

When you returned to the kitchen the two men had knocked back their drinks, Sy pouring another hefty glass for the pair of them. Pouring your drink into Sy’s you smiled at him;

“Luna won’t appreciate it”

Making yourself a herb tea you sat down next to Sy, leaning on his shoulder as you sipped your tea. Walter cleared this throat;

“You two have taken this a lot better than i envisioned anyone would… better than Rachel did…”

You looked up at Sy and smiled, his own grin crossing over his face before he nodded and you both turned to Walter as Sy spoke;

“Oh… we have a bit of understanding of this kinda thing”

With the full moon starting tomorrow night you knew that you could both force your eyes to turn orange, the bright ring of fire in your irises flaming like a pyre, shocking Walter so much he slipped back on his chair and fell to the floor. Greeted by both of you giggling, he pulled himself back up using the table as he righted his chair, knocking back the rest of his glass;

“What… the… FUCK?”

#blackwater lake #henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #werewolf!sy #Vampire!Walter

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ackerpreach · 4 years ago

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This ending .... I can name 500 reasons and I will name them right now, because I don’t think I’m the only one who is upset with how things turned out. (Also, A positive message for all of you at the end)

MAJOR LEAKS SPOILERS/ READ WITH CAUTION

Update: after reading more theories from fellow RM bloggers, and sleeping over it one day, this entire chapter might be an april fools... Don't fully lose hope yet beautiful people. It's me just giving a review on a possible fake April fools chapter

After following this franchise since 2013, so nearly a DECADE. this ending is a pure disserve to the entire fandom. I feel like Yams has rushed it just for the sake of being done with the entire manga. So many things are left open, characters and their developemt are reverted back all the way to chapter 1 or are left even worse than that...

Mikasa’s worthless character development/ Aaronmika’s horrible toxic codependent relationship

Oh honey... Let’s start with how horrible Isayama has treated her. We were all rooting for her, because we all felt like she was so misunderstood. She had a horrible childhood and imprinted on a guy who treated her like trash 99 percent of the story. And then, slowly but surely, she starts to realize she has to stop obsessing over him in the uprising arc with the help of a real man who treats her like a queen, more importantly, he treats her like a real human being. This man sees her for her abilities and that she has the power to be self dependent. She learned parts of herself, that she was able to work together with him like no one else could. She learned parts of herself she was unable to do so if she kept obsessing about Aaron. All this love, care, mutual understanding and RESPECT these two shared.

but...NAH FUCK THAT, right Yams?? Throw all this development away, all this bonding. Let’s make the main female lead even more yandere than she already was in the first season. Let her make out with his decapacitated head (like dude, this is also pure disrespect to Aaron’s dead body btw) and let her obsess even more about the guy who has treated her no better than a piece of toilet cloth 99 percent of the time. The guy who was never really appreciative in front of her for saving his ass billions of times, who always pushed her away, who yells at her and snaps at her whenever he can instead of reasoning and talking calmly with her in mature way. (EVEN PARODY YOUTUBE CHANNELS WHO DONT SHIP ANYTHING MAKE IT A TROPE WHERE AARON TELLS MIKASA HE HATES HER GUTS WHENEVER HE CAN)

Then after all that, suddenly Yams tries to last minute persuade us Aaron’s always been head over heels for her??? He should have build their relationship better which he hasn’t even tried to do so... He must be thinking his fans are stupid for eating this from his hands.

Like seriously??? What is this???

Isayama is just fully contradicting himself. It’s like someone tipped him off with a buttload of money for him to write Aaron like this to satisfy shipping needs and to cash in those extra money’s from it. Even if he tried to cater to Erem*ika, this is not how you write a loving and caring couple which people will root for.

This next two panels just freaking infuriates me to the core of my soul. I can’t even describe how dissapointed I am with Mikasa.

Why is she clutching that head so obsessively like that? Why is she walking and turning her back away from her comrades? After everything they have done for her, after all they’ve been through?! After everything Armin has done? Standing up for Mikasa, beating up Aaron for hurting her. I feel like even Jean, Connie and Sasha have cared more for her in a healthy way. Sure, Aaron cares for her romantically too apparently (What a twist Yams :)), but has he aided her to becoming a mentally healthier individual? Has he aided in her mental stability? The answer is a big fat NO! All I see between these two after today’s raw Chapter’s are too Yandere obsessed individuals who have no clue on how to maintain a healthy relationship.

Love should only go as far as the heart can endure and it seems like her character is not willing to be aware of that. Even Armin was able to let go of Aaron in those latest panels. Why does her entire character resolve around this guy??? I really do not understand. Her Ackerbond and her age is not an excuse for her to throw her life away like this.

Shonen’s disgusting portrayal of women

I’ve seen this countless of times in the many years I’ve watched anime. SasuS*ku from Naruto, Ichih*me from Bleach, Shinji and that oranged hair girl from Neon Evangelion.. Why do these women get decreased to simpletons with one single goal? And that is to obsess over a bland male lead who either treats them like trash or doesn’t notice them up until the last last chapter (LITERALLY WHAT YAMS HAS DONE). Some go even as far as the male leading wanting the kill the female love interest and yet the female lead is still in love with them???. It’s disgusting for him to write the MAIN female character this way.

It’s dissapointing we believed in Isayama doing Mikasa’s character right. That she’s finally being able to let go of her codependency and to live for herself maybe live in Hizuru and find more about her roots???, but every single time she shows some improvement, it’s burried deep in the ground again by the Author. It almost seems like a lowkey kink of some of the male Mangaka’s to write about a girl obsessing over them no matter what. I see this so many times to the point that I truly stand behind it that some of them might have this fantasy.

I wished he didn’t portray her last panels like this. Everyone else is living their lives while Mikasa is still grieving about him. I’m not saying she’s not allowed to grieve and everyone takes it at their own pace, but cmon... Show her living her life too. This is too much. Her being next to his grave and grieving him as her last panels just shoves it in our faces that YET AGAIN, BEING OBSESSED WITH AARON IS ALL HER CHARACTER STANDS FOR.

I truly despise how Isayama handles her grieving, kissing his decapacitated head, carrying it around like some handbag, and her last panels being thissss.

The world leaving Paradis alone miraciously after all that???

It’s so weird and out of place with so many political feuds and disagreements between the world and Paradis, the entire Rumbling happening and we can see Mikasa just chilling outside in Paradis with no one bothering them. You can see the rings of the walls in the picture below. I don’t know the exact reason behind as the manga is still in Korean, but from what I see, the story went the route of: throwing a happy ending without enough proper reason and it was all fixed just like that in a snap! It doesn’t fit the entire narrative of attack on titan for things to be so peacful out of nowhere. When it comes to the narrative, how things work in that world, how hard it is to achieve peace, everything made somewhat sense up until chapter 138. 139 seems so so out of place... It’s like I’m reading a chapter from a totally different manga.

Aaron Yoghurt got defeated so easily/ Aaron’s character assassination

The build up on the first part of the rumbling was great, those kids carrying coins. You could feel humanity’s fear and Aaron’s hatred in those pages. As if he truly had a goal and he has turned away completely from his comrades and his closest friends with no return. The world seemed truly doomed, but he got defeated just like that. He was in the nape all this time (because screw the warhammer power of hiding yourself elsewhere in his ginormous titan body). There is no master plan as we all expected, and in the end he just acts all yandere in the paths with Armin and that’s it... They massacared his entire character as well. Many fan theories created a better ending with his character. Him being reincarnated as Historia’s baby would be so much better. For him to still keep on seeking and to strive for power. It has always been his motive. It’s his personality from the start until chapter 138. Even if things are okay, to keep on going and to seek that adventure, but then.. He’s so weak and directionless suddenly.. It’s so weird... This is not Aaron at all???

Using Aaron for him this entire post, because I don’t want others to invade our tags... :)))

Historia’s baby

The only panel we got from Historia’s child was this. Just a normal kid, normal life... Why did Isayama put so much effort in highlighting Historia’s pregnancy if it was nothing too spectacular anyway? It seemed he had major plans for this kid and for their development too??? It’s again, big plans, big developments, big relationship dynamic, but all got thrown out of the window...

Don’t read the next sentence if you are a minor :’)

It’s like almost ejaculating, but stopping right before it and repeating that every single Arc.

My energy when writing about this chapter is the same as Nostalgia Critic and his hatred for atla the live action

In Conclusion...

I know us fans should not be deciding on how this story should end, because this is Isayama’s story after all, but I truly wished for him to wrap up things much more rounded. There are so many unanswered questions... Again, I think for the sake of being done with this manga, he rushed all of it. He’s become a millionaire from this story and now his pockets are jammed full, I guess he doesn’t need to put in any effort anymore, right? Perhaps a controversial opinion, but I really wished he cared for his fans a little bit more with this last chapter by giving some answers that make sense at least. It’s his fans who gave him this platform and the opportunity to tell his story and for him to at least give in a bit of effort especially in the last chapter is the least he can do. Rivamika being canon or not, he truly rushed it without thinking much about the entire story line. He expanded it so much, he didn’t know how to bind it all together.

Even after all this, I’ll still ship them in the headcanon type of way. I do give credit to Isayama for giving us a template for such a beautiful dynamic between Levi and Mikasa. He decides to waste it, but that doesn’t mean we have to. I want to thank all the people with amazing writing skills, the ones who give us beautiful art like @carmenlee @phit chan @vialesana and many more. I want to remind all of you that we can create something beautiful of our own and we don’t neccesarily need canon lore for that. The art I’ve seen, the fanfictions I’ve read have touched me deeper than Isayama ever could at times.The Mikasa in our mind is appreciate of Levi, is mature, classy and has a strong will for herself. They spend their remaining days together peacefully. Keep writing, keep drawing, stay creative.

I love you all so so much, I’ve only been publicly active since March, but thank you Rivamika fandom for giving me so much joy as a lurker these past 7 years <3

#rivamika #snk leaks #snk 139 leaks #levimika #mikalevi

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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For the bthb, may I request Logan and U!Patton with Thrown Down The Stairs? Maybe with some Remus or Janus comfort later? Idk, I just like your writing style and am crazy for Logan angst.

@badthingshappenbingo

Send me a prompt with a character! Please specify ships! No romantic prinxeity, r*mr*m or U!Janus and U!Logan please!

You wanted Logan angst? You got Logan angst~

Prompt: thrown down the stairs.

Warnings: U!Patton, blood, gore, choking, scratching at throat, concussion, thrown down stairs, pinning, graphic abuse, punching, slapping, ask to tag

(I'm really sorry this took so long. Wifi problems and family shit)

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Love

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Logan walked out of his room, humming a small song (Crofters the Musical, but that was only for him to know) dress shoes clicking softly on the wooden floors while he skimmed over the book in his hands. The mindscape was just as bustling as usual, he could hear Janus lecturing Remus in the darker half of the mind about how stealing Roman’s sword and turning it into a dagger was inappropriate and that he’ll have to make Roman a new one. Roman himself was sulking in his room playing Burn from Hamilton on loop because “Remus is dead to me like Hamilton was dead to Eliza”…. Logan didn’t get it. Virgil’s music was turned on max; like always but this time he was trying to drown out Roman’s complaints with My Chemical Romance. Patton was most likely baking in the kitchen once again.

Logan flipped open to the page he left off on; he had just started this book so he wasn’t too far in. He couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face as he started to read,

The person who was supposed to love me the hardest-the most unconditionally-has always wanted me gone. No matter how hard I tried to be perfect. Now, this boy-who knows all my imperfections and has seen all my hurt laid bare-wants me to sta- Logan’s reading was interrupted by a door clicking open.

Logan looked up to see Patton closing his bedroom door. An ear to ear grin plastered on his face, it was a little too much teeth for his comfort. Patton locked eyes with the blue side, “Hiya kiddo!”

Logan slipped his bookmark back into the thin pages, “Greetings Patton.” Logan waited for a second or two for Patton to walk beside him; after all, when someone comes out of their door, you have to wait for the other to join you on your walk.

And Patton did, they started towards the staircase; Logan tracing the book pages with his fingers. “So! Where ya headed kiddo?!” Logan had always thought Patton was a little too cheery for his tastes, but that was just the father’s personality, he couldn’t change that.

“I’m headed to the imagination to read,” for a brief second, Logan forgot who I was talking to, “It's actually quite an interesting book! The Dangerous Art of Blending In is considered a must-read for pride month and is based on the author's true story,” Logan continued to talk; eyes twinkling with excitement and pure joy as he went on to explain the main character’s arc so far.

The blue side steeled his expression to his happy grin, “That sounds interesting kiddo! Can I see it?”

Logan grew stiff, but continued walking with Patton until they made it to the top of the stairs, Logan shifted his eyes downward and handed the book to Patton. Morality swiped the book straight out of Logan’s hands, he pulled it open to a random page and started to read. Logan watched in horror as the older side’s expression shifted from mild curiosity to confusion, to disgust, and finally to anger.

“Why are you reading these horrible things, Logan?” Patton’s smile was gone, eyes cold and disapproving as he stared into Logan’s eyes. “This is something Remus would read. Why. Are. You. Reading. It.” Patton stood tall, teeth formed into a sneer as he stepped closer.

Logan took a small step backward, “I-I-”

“Shut up.” Logan hit the wall when Patton hissed through his teeth, “Come on Lo-Lo! If you read stuff like this, you’re just as bad as Remus and Janus! You don’t want to be like them, do you?” Patton was inches away from Logan’s face. His breath hot on his skin, raising the hair on the back of his neck.

Logan gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. “W-well, I thought that Even and Henry’s story was a sweet story about overcoming hardships, even when you’re put in a bad si-” The stinging pain of Patton’s hand hitting his face stopped him in his tracks. Tears leaked down as Logan raised his hand to his cheek.

Logan looked at Patton with wide eyes, “y-yo-” The blunt end of a punch struck his face, Logan could only stand in shock as he felt his lip start to leak crimson, “Patton stop!”

The so-called father pushed his hand against Logan’s neck, keeping him in place even while Logan clawed at his hand and own throat, attempting to pry Patton off. His nails dug into his flesh, small warm droplets of blood pricking out of the skin as Patton tightened his hold.

“You, Lo-Lo-Bear, need to learn when to shut up~” Logan was sure that his neck was going to be bruised, all he could do was wheeze a suffocated breath in response. Patton applied his sugar-sweet smile once more, looking into Logan’s eyes with a twisted fascination.

Logan attempted to speak, he knew that he couldn’t. But words were his weapon. Without his voice he was helpless, and he refused to give in to the father figure’s torment. Patton had always been particularly touchy, touching them when it wasn’t necessary. Hands grazing over their shoulders or swiping things from their hand to look it over. Patton had also always been particularly violent. Pushing them against walls over little things and whispering threats. It didn’t make these situations any less terrifying though. And this was the first time Patton had taken it this far.

Logan’s hands were covered in blood. His blood. Gore covered his fingers and Patton’s hand, a few small beads hitting the floor; as well as Patton’s cartoon-themed sneakers. Long thin scratches ran up and down his neck, his nails had thick pieces of skin underneath the nails.

Patton raised an eyebrow at the side’s attempt to pry him off, he huffed a breath and let go of Logan’s neck.

Logic fell against the wall, hands immediately wrapping around the sluggish bleeding at his neck, Logan breathed in short ragged breaths eyes wide and staring at the floor. Breathing in the sweet addiction of oxygen.

Patton smiled, eyes skewed shut while the side on the floor held himself tightly. “There! Didn’t you learn your lesson kiddo?” Patton waited a second or two for Logan to respond, his breathing calm and steady as he swirled the crimson liquid on his hand. “Right kiddo?” Patton bore his cold eyes onto the crumbled side, he barely waited a second before seizing Logan’s wrist and pulling him to his feet.

The cyan side held Logan by his tie, right in front of the staircase. Logan could barely process anything before the side in front of him smiled, locking his eyes. And then, he let go and pushed Logan down the steps.

Logan fell, hitting almost every stair on his way down. He could feel his blood vessels burst as his arms scraped on the wooden railing, splinters indenting into his flesh. His head spun when it hit the stairs, glasses flying off. Logan could barely tell what was happening to him as he hit his head repeatedly, he knew that he heard a crunch from his left arm and right leg when he hit the bottom landing.

Logan laid on his face, breathing hard and rapidly. His mind was fogged over, no coherent thought could pass through as the ringing sound that suddenly plagued his mind filled his senses. He couldn’t hear his father figure climb down the steps, taking care to step over the blood spatters that covered them.

Patton poked Logan in the ribs with his shoe, giggling when the side groaned in pain. “You really should be more careful kiddo! Stairs can be pretty dangerous you know!” The cyan side took one last look at his victim before pulling Logan’s book from his pocket.

Patton opened the book to its center point, before grabbing each side of the novel and ripping it in half. Pages floated down like butterfly wings, gracefully falling as they surrounded the broken side in bitter mockery of the book. Patton threw what was remaining of the book onto Logan, his demeanor just as peppy and upbeat as ever, even while covered in another’s blood.

“You really need to be more careful with your possessions, Logic, such a tragedy, you know I love a good book.” Patton walked back up the staircase to his bedroom, while Welcome to the Black Parade blasted from Virgil’s speakers, Logan barely responded to the father figments door slamming.

Logan had no idea of how long he let his blood stain the carpet, but his mind grew even fuzzier as the room grew black. He allowed the sweet bliss of sleep to cloud his function telling him to stay awake. He closed his eyes, only to have someone shake him.

“-GAN! LOGAN WAKE UP!” The panicked voice of the deceitful side flooded his head, he tried to force his eyes open; muscles spasming. “There we go! Come on starlight! Stay awake! Remus is coming back with the medkit! Just stay with me!” Logan followed his voice, the smoothness and composed attitude of the yellow side was gone. Logan hated seeing the silver-tongued side like that.

“I-I see you have a copy of The Dangerous Art of Blending In! It’s such a good book right! I l-ove how the author wrote Henry! Don’t you? Come on Logan, stay awake!” Logan looked into the terrified side’s eyes. The enchanting yellow and brown eyes kept his focus even if they were clouded in fear, he wondered why he never noticed the flecks of green surrounding the slivered pupil before.

“I GOT THE MEDKIT!” The horse voice of Remus broke his concentration on the pretty eyes, why did everyone call Janus a monster anyway? Was it the scales? Logan could only wonder as the two dark sides hastily applied the first aid. Voices scared and rushed as they faded into the background, Logan could only focus on how Remus’ mustache was perfectly curled into its position, even when it was soaked in tears. Tears? Why were they crying? Patton said that they were monsters, and monsters don’t cry. Then again, monsters don’t help people either…

Logan watched the two sides dig into the kit as fast as they could. Janus even removed his gloves.

Logan gazed at them tiredly, mouth lightly sagged open, “There we go! I think we can move him now Jan!” “Good! Let’s get him out of here before Patton comes back, I think he did this…”

Logan could feel his body raising to meet the ruffles of Remus’ tunic. The small teeth that embellished the ends of the fasteners rubbed against his shoulder. He didn’t have the energy to make any noise as the two sides took him back to their side.

He doubted he would ever return to the picture-perfect family he once belonged to ever again. He had his actual family, ready to help him through everything.

Janus bought him a new copy of his book too.

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 4 years ago

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Dilliam - Can’t Shake A Chill

Damien has a chill that he can’t shake while visiting the Manor.

William, who is secretly smitten for him, decides to do something about that.

(AKA Ash is cold and is inflicting it on Damien. Also, pre-dating scenario!)

Word Count: 1447

Typical. Absolutely typical.

Damien had a rare day off where he didn’t have to worry about answering to anyone or getting interrupted. And what happened?

“Damien! I need someone to help me make sure my audition is perfect for this afternoon. Please! It’s an emergency!”

Damien was never one to refuse for selfish reasons. As much as he would have preferred to stay home and enjoy his day off in peace, he begrudgingly made his way to the Manor where Mark and Celine lived at half past nine in the morning. He was tired and cold, which never are a good combination on any given day, and his cane was a helpful assist to aid his legs that felt as though they were turning stiff from the chilly spring breeze. Mark, to his credit, had a warm pot of tea freshly brewed, breakfast, and countless apologies for troubling Damien on what was supposed to be a day of relaxation. Damien, despite his initial reaction, was thankful he hadn’t refused. Mark was known for getting uptight and panicky before an audition. He had backed out of at least two that Damien could immediately recall in previous years. If he wanted to succeed as an actor, he needed the grounding to know that everything was okay, and that he could do it. That grounding came in the form of one of his oldest friends. If he got the part, it would be enough motivation to help spread his wings and fly!

The morning passed slowly as the pair worked through the required script extracts. Damien’s own training in diction and experience in public speaking allowed him to give a better insight than anyone else. The pair had an early lunch, and in more casual conversation, Mark revealed that his wife had been out from early to meet with friends of hers. He imagined that she would be home in the afternoon, and Damien was more than welcome to stay and take that well-deserved day off in the Manor instead of trudging home in the rain.

Unfortunately, Mark’s departure only meant that Damien was reminded of the cold. The change in the weather had done little to lift the chill that had rooted deep in his bones. All he could do was distract himself with one of Mark’s books and a fancy couch throw that was far too thin to give any semblance of warmth.

This bundle of pity was how William found Damien half an hour later. As the manor’s handyman, he had spent most of the day in the bathroom, trying to fix a leak in the sink that had started when he accidentally dropped a board from the new mirror cabinet that he was installing on the faucet. He had been entirely unaware of Mark having visitors, let alone Damien!

“Skipped out on nap time, Damien?” He teased, raising an eyebrow with a laugh. The good humoured tone fell flat. Even from across the room, William could see how the visitor rolled his eyes.

“I’m trying to keep warm,” said Damien, or at least, William thought that was the response. Damien was too wrapped in the flimsy material to be heard properly. Fortune favoured him as Damien lowered the couch throw enough to add, “There’s no warmth in this room. Can’t you feel how cold it is in here?”

William’s response was to gesture to what he was wearing - a worn shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and slacks, with a heavy material work apron that carried his main tools.

“... Ah yes. You seem to lack the ability to feel the cold like normal people.” He retreated back into the warmth… Until it was suddenly tugged away. “What are you doing?!”

“Look at this thing. I can see you through it.” To prove as much, William held it at eye level, closing one eye to dramatically peer through the material. “This will never warm you up. Why didn’t you call someone to light a fire? Better yet, why don’t I? That armchair is in the perfect position to face it.” William rambled on as he unceremoniously dumped the throw on top of Damien and turned his attention to assembling the fire.

“I didn’t want -”

“If you finish that sentence with some form of ‘I don’t want to bother people because I’m too soft and polite for my own good even if it means I shiver’, I will personally use you as fuel for the fire.” A piece of wood was wagged in Damien’s direction as a light threat.

“Of course you’d say that. You’re the macho man of the group. Everyone else is fragile and tender in comparison.” Damien argued, pulling the throw around him again. “A man who won’t partake in any sort of fighting or extreme sport is likely seen as a failure in your eyes.”

“Damien…” With guilt in his voice, William adjusted himself so he could properly look at Damien. “You know as well as I do that isn’t true. You’re only saying that because you’re cold.”

“What has -”

“When you’re too cold, you’re more - impatient?” Whatever snap Damien had planned to give was forgotten at William’s interruption. “Did you never notice? You’re always easier to anger when you’re cold. I imagine Mark gave you some tea to warm up when you arrived to avoid that.” Damien’s eyes dropped, form slumping into the couch as he realised that William was right. Once he had warmed a little, his mood had improved. However, William didn’t seem to mind as he set to lighting the tinder under the carefully constructed fire stack with a content hum. “And… Viola! We have fire!”

“Voilà.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said ‘viola’. That’s a stringed instrument that’s a little larger than a violin.” A hint of a smile could be spotted on Damien’s face, and William had to quickly focus on the fire before he lost his composure and give Damien a look of adoration. At least the fire was the scapegoat for the blush on his face when he sprawled across the couch several minutes later.

“Hey… Colonel?” William lifted his head at his title. “Thank you.”

“Can’t say I’d say ‘no’ to relaxing by the fire while Mark’s out. I’ve earned a break anyway!” The men shared a laugh, content in knowing that both of them could finally relax for a while.

Casual chatter fell into a content silence as Damien resumed reading. It allowed William’s mind to wander. What would quiet evenings with Damien be like? Would they both curl up on the couch together, William becoming a personal heater to keep Damien warm? Would Damien be someone who even enjoyed cuddling, or might it be something he would gradually grow comfortable with? Either way, William could imagine it clearly - Damien curled up beside him with his head against William’s shoulder, completely immersed in his book. William would be half asleep, but he’d kiss Damien on the top of the head. Damien would give that content sigh and nestle in closer.

But reality had to take priority. He was in love with Damien, but maybe it was better to keep to himself. He reluctantly pulled himself out of the daydream and glanced over at Damien. To his surprise, the other had dozed off. Damien had pulled himself up to curl into the armchair and rest his head against the back cushion. The book had been closed and placed on his lap, so it was a conscious choice to nap. Ignoring the way his heart fluttered at the thought of Damien feeling comfortable enough to sleep around him, William rose to his feet and undid the ribbon on his back that held the work apron in place. Each tool that had helped assemble the shelf was carefully placed on the couch to not make too much noise. Then, he draped the apron over Damien to give him another layer of warmth.

He paused. He didn’t mean to, but it allowed him to take in the beauty that was Damien asleep. Before he could stop himself, he reached down to gently brush some loose strands of hair off Damien’s face. Even like this, William found himself gazing down upon beauty personified. He smiled affectionately as he turned back to the couch… Only to see Celine standing there, arms folded with a smirk.

“Just ask him out already,” she teased in a whisper. Instead of responding, William fled in the direction of the kitchen to ask Chef for the teapot so he could brew tea. She rolled her eyes with amusement. Were they both that oblivious to the fact the two men felt the same way?

I know authors normally would put something meaningful at the end. However, I am not that kind of person, and shall instead share something ridiculous that popped into my head while checking the ship tag while in work:

#dilliam #mayor damien #william j barnum #who killed markiplier #writersofmark #(the doc title is actually 'brr')#(read-more is for tidiness! :D )#Eccentric Goof (Colonel)#Blue Soul (Damien)#(I don't write enough of them before they start dating)

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A Quick Meeting Part 4?

Damian’s an exchange student in Paris taking it easy until an Akuma attacks and he gets to meet ladybug. -----------------------------------------

Ok before everyone starts pancking: I am Emu-Lumberjack I just decided to create a Sideblog for all my writing so that way those who follow me exclusively for that don’t have to deal with the chaos that is my main blog

also I’m sorry it’s taken so long to post this but just between school and work and school and just general exhaustion it’s been hard for me to write.

and as always all credit to the Au goes to @ozmav

pt.1

pt. 2

pt. 3

“I don’t suppose I could bribe you to drop the matter.” Damian said sitting down in Tim’s office. He and Ladybug were situated next to each other while Tim was on the other side of the desk.

“Nope.” He turned to Ladybug, “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself, making sure Damian didn’t disappear and all that. Anyway I’m Tim Drake, Co-Ceo of Wayne enterprises and Damians older brother.”

Ladybug turned to Damian and quietly said, “So does everyone in your family constantly talk like they’re trying to impress a victorian lord?” Damian snorted. Tim, unable to hear what she just said, looked to the two agape.

“At least I have a reason.” Damian responded, this time loudly enough for his elder brother to hear. “Anyway Tim is in CEO mode right now, which is pretty rare. Usually he’s a bumbling zombie dependent on coffee to function. In fact I remember one time when Dick took the last cup he----”

“I’d suggest stopping right there or I’ll tell her about the batcow incident.” Tim interrupted.

“Did you just say batcow? Because I understand each of those words separately.” Ladybug said, and even though her mask still concealed half her face Damian could tell she was really confused.

“Don’t ask. Just don’t.” Damian said quietly.

“Anyway. I never caught your name and considering the fact that your in a mask I assume you’re a hero. Which is surprising because none of us knew Paris had heroes.” Tim cut the two of them off before more could be said.

“Yes that’s becoming a common theme I’m finding,” Marinette began. “My name is Ladybug in the mask. I have a partner, Chat Noir, but he’s currently indisposed, something about paint in his hair.” Damian stifled a laugh as Marinette continued, “We have been operating out of Paris for the last few years, early on we tried contacting the Justice league but Green Lantern told us not to prank call him.”

“Oh did he now.” Tim said, leaning his head forward.

“Yes he did. Thankfully my power allows me to reverse all damage done during a fight. Including any lives lost or monuments destroyed.”

“That sounds like a very useful power. I'm sure that the heroes of Gotham would love to work with you.” There was a twinkle in his eye that Damian knew meant Tim was concocting some scheme. He was about to jump in, but Marinette got there first.

“Yes I’m sure you would but the issue is we currently have our hands full here although from what Damian told me you guys sound much more fun to work with. At least the villains have better costumes.”

Tim noting her wording turned to Damian, “Did you tell her the family secret? You know what Alfred will do if he finds out.”

Damian smirked “I’m not an idiot Drake this was all her. She could rival you for deductive reasoning.” Marinette just sat there looking innocent.

“Well that explains why the two of you were sneaking around together, Ladybug should I assume Damian knows your identity as well?”

“Yep.”

“Well this is going to be a nightmare. But this just means I can formally invite you to Gotham at least. Ha just leave it to the Ice Prince to leak the identity on his first civilian trip abroad.” Tim leaned his head back, closing his eyes.

“Actually it was you guys who tipped me off.”

Tim suddenly opened his eyes and looked her straight in the eyes. “Come again.”

“Well it was the fact that no one had spied Robin around Batman while Damian was in France. Then the fact that you were patrolling rather than him tipped me off that Robin might be on a vacation..” Tim just face palmed.

“Of course that would happen, how did we not see it coming.” He muttered to himself. “Wait, that begs another question: how did you two meet.”

Damian blushed and before Ladybug could respond he said “not important, there was an akuma. Now do you need anything else.”

“Actually yeah. Ladybug you mentioned the video you sent to Green Lantern, well Batman found it and wanted us to investigate. He didn’t know Green Lantern had seen it or otherwise he’d be on his way back to Ooa healing from a scolding from Alfred. Dick and Jason wanted to come but Bruce needed someone he could send discreetly and who better than the Co-CEO of Wayne industries who could just be checking up on the Paris branch.” Ladybug was impressed by the scheming having Dick Greyson or Jason Todd come in would stir up villain or media activity but Tim the third son wouldn’t.

“Well if you want we can meet up with my partner later and you can formulate a list of questions. Plus it seems you and Damian have some catching up to do.”

“There was a reason I came to Paris Ladybug. Being forced to talk to Tim was not one of them.” Damian made to leave only for a yoyo to catch his leg. Ladybug smirked at him. “Maybe a five minute chat couldn’t hurt anyone. Family reunion and all that.”

“Great then as long as everyones in agreement I can set up a time with chat later this evening for all of us to talk things through and get a strategy in place.”

“Are you sure about this having the league involved is going to cause a lot of chaos and even more dangerous villains could target Paris.”

“Tim I have dealt with so much crap the last couple of years that at this point I will take Darkseid over Lila…… Oh crap. We forgot about Lila.” Marinette looked at Damian who was coming to the same realization she was. He called out Lila in the bakery, and outed himself as a Wayne.

“Do I want to know?” Tim said rubbing his temples. He did not miss highschool.

“Lets just say school tomorrow’s going to be interesting, and I think we’re going to have to put the meeting on hold till after it. Ladybug and I are going to need to deal with school tomorrow, and caffeine isn’t gonna cut it.” Damian said.

“Then again if we aren’t lucid tomorrow might not be so bad….” Marinette began

“Do not even finish that, you even more than me need sleep. Between fashion, school and heroing you function off an hour.”

“You.. have a point. I’ll brief Chat on the situation on my way home. In the meantime I’ll leave you too to the brotherly bonding I’m sure you need.” she pulled her yoyo from her pocket, “See you tomorrow Damian, and whatever plan you hatch up make sure nit doesn’t include killing anyone.”

“Goodnight Ma--- Ladybug. And no promises.” The boy caught himself before revealing Ladybug's identity. She gave him the look of ‘don’t fuck up my secret identity bird boy’ before jumping out the window to run from rooftop to rooftop.

“So. how long have you had a crush on her.” Tim pulled Damians attention, and Damian was sudden;y very glad he had said nothing about not killing his brother.

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“Do you think they’ll actually help this time?” Chat’s voice rang over the phone, Marinette had stopped behind one of the chimneys to talk to him in private.

“I don’t know, at least now they are actually considering it rather than just brushing us off as children.” Marinette was tired but they needed to have this chat now, there wouldn’t be any chance to in class tomorrow.

“Yeah, just don’t get your hopes up. They left us to fend for ourselves for 3 years and are only doing this now because of Damian if you didn’t know him then none of this would’ve happened.

“Ok but why does that matter that it’s Damian? They could’ve been doing it because of Jon too.”

“Oh please, you're more dense than our class sometimes. Jon would’ve noted it then forgotten to tell someone, but Damian told Batman right away. Why do you think he did that?”

“Chat I am too tired for this.” Marinette could feel Adrien facepalming through the phone.

“Oh I am not spelling this out for you, this time you get to figure it out yourself.”

“Fine. but next time you need help on your calc homework don’t come running to me.” Marinette hung up on him and made her way home. The parisian streets were nice and quiet for her, no akuma meant maybe another hour of sleep.

Once she was out of the suit she let Tikki rest and got right to work on the new piece she was making for Jagged, he wanted to somehow have the score of his newest piece sewn onto the pants for his next concert, and she had to brainstorm.

Twenty minutes went by.

Then an hour.

Then two.

Finally she put up her pencil and put on her pajamas, as she was falling asleep Adriens words kept replaying in her head, and the meaning slammed into her like a truck. Pulling out her phone she sent one message.

Oh fuck off

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whatisthiscontentyouspeakof · 4 years ago

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Guardian of Light

Being anxious about post the last chapter and how well you guys would receive it has resulted in me not looking at any of the notes this account has gotten because anxiety, so if you asked to be tagged, I haven’t see it yet and thus you haven’t been added to the tag list. I promise to have you added for the next post though.

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Chapter 3: Friends

(Age 12)

Marinette looked at the girl in front of her. She was pale, caucasian, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her hair was straight with a slight wave to the ends of it, with half of it pulled up in a ponytail with the rest staying down along with two strands at the front to frame her face. She wore a canary yellow aline dress with a black bow along the waist seam, with black cuban heeled boots and a black wide brim hat. And most importantly, she was staring at Marinette as if she was looking at an alien.

“Can I help you?” she asked the blond politely.

“Marinette,” her birth name came out of the girls mouth like a whimper, as if saying the name pained her.

“Yes?” she said.

Tears formed in the girl's eyes and she brought one of her hands up to cover her mouth, revealing her french manicure. “I-” the girl had to stop as her voice cracked. She took a few calming breaths before speaking again. “I’m sure you don’t remember me, god we were so young. We used to be in the same class back before you were taken. If I hadn’t been such a brat back then, maybe you never would have gone missing.”

That clicked something in her mind as she flashed back to one of the few memories she had before becoming Niu. “You’re the girl in the park.” She whispered. “The one throwing a tantrum.”

That didn’t seem like the best thing to say as the girl full on started to cry, not the kind of crying that came with sobs and screams but the kind where tears leaked from your eyes uncontrollably. After a moment of silence the girl laughed. “I'm sorry, I’m such a mess. I’m Chloe by the way, not sure if you remember that much.”

“I would say I’m Marinette, but I think you already know that,” Marinette said, not sure how to continue. Was she supposed to get angry at the girl since she obviously blamed herself or was she supposed to say it was nothing and the past is in the past. When in doubt, go with nice. “Hey, it’s fine, okay. I really don’t remember much about that day. We were three, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault I was taken. And it’s not like you were the one who took me.”

“I know I’m being ridiculous just so you know,” The girl, Chloe said. “It’s just, I was such a brat and I threw the fit and that’s why none of the teachers were watching when you were grabbed. It was a bit of a wake up call for me, that not everything revolved around me and I spent all this time thinking I got you killed, that you were dead in a forest somewhere but then I heard you’d been found and I couldn’t believe it.”

Marinette studied the girl before coming up with an idea. She took a step back and turned her back to the girl. She could feel the girls confusion as her crying slowed down. Once she was sure the girl was calm she turned back around. “Hello,” she said with a wide smile. “My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When I was three I was forced to live with some people who weren’t the nicest; I don’t want to talk about it so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask any questions. I’ve been living with my parents again for the last two months after being in a year long coma. I’m going to be going into Sixieme at College Francoise Dupont. And you are?”

The girl hesitated for a moment before wiping her tears away. “I am Chloe Bourgeois. I used to be a spoiled brat, having two rich parents can do that to a kid but when a kid in my class disappeared I got realized that other people mattered and tried my hardest to do better. I still have my moments in which I’m a bitch and materialistic but that’s not all I am. My mom is Style Queen Audrey Bourgeois and my dad is the current Mayor of Paris Andre Bourgeois. I’m also about to enter Sixieme at College Francoise Dupont, and I’d like to be the first to offer to show you around Paris again since you’ve been gone for so long.”

Marinette smiled. “Why not.”

Afterall, if she was going to be in Paris for a while, who better to have as a friend then a socialite and daughter of the mayor?

Marinette followed Chloe up to her bedroom, having an off feeling about the blond. So far she’d been nothing but nice to Marinette, showing her all the ‘hip’ hang outs and catching her up on all the students that would be in their year, all useful information, but the girl had something planned and it was putting Marinette on edge. She doubted it was anything to cause her harm, the blond had yet to give off any signals to suggest such, but her training refused to allow her to let her guard down. You never knew who was just pretending to be your friend after all and who knew, maybe Chloe had been trained by someone similar to how Marinette had been with the Order.

Chloe showed her around the room when suddenly three people walked into the room, one was a blond boy, another was a stern looking woman with black hair that had some bits dyed red, and the last was a large, buff man who stood looming over the boy with a protective air about him. She’d seen enough bodyguards and personal guards in her life to know what one looked like. The question was why did the boy need one.

“Ms. Bourgeois, I thought Mr. Agreste made it quite clear that Adrien was to spend today hanging out with you, per your request, and no one else.” The stern woman said when she caught sight of Marinette. She seemed like a personal assistant or other hired worker of whoever this ‘Mr. Agreste was’.

“I can leave if you want,” Marinette said, not wanting to step on any toes quite yet. She needed a better understanding of Paris, and who would be useful and not useful to play nice with, and pissing off someone who obviously had money and potentially influence, would go against that.

“That’s ridiculous. You’re my friend Marinette and so is Adrien. If I want to hang out with both of you then I should be able to. Tell Mr. Agreste to shove his over protectiveness . Marinette isn’t going to hurt Adrien and my floor is one of the safest places in Paris.” Chloe snapped. “Adrien is going to grow up and become an adult eventually. Mr. Agreste should be careful not to push and push until Adrien resents him.”

“Chloe,” the blond boy, Adrien, said He looked more and more uncomfortable the longer she spoke.

“Chloe, it’s fine. Mr. Agreste obviously has certain rules in place and I would hate to break them.” Marinette said, her voice firm. She turned to the assistant. “I’m sorry for any trouble I may have caused. While it would be nice to make more friends here in Paris, I can understand a parent not wanting their child to hang out with someone they do not know. I am however friends with Chloe,” something she wouldn’t have personally called them, especially not so soon, but Marinette was willing to go along with it, “and as such, there could be more situations in which she tries to hang out with both of us. As such I’d be willing to meet with Mr. Agreste so he could decide for himself whether I am someone he wants around his son, and I am sure my parents would agree with a meeting as well.”

The assistant looked at her, trying to see if she meant what she said, before nodding. “If you wish to give me your number I can talk with Mr. Agreste and see what he has to say. I will call if he is willing to have a meeting with you and your parents. Until then, I ask that you stay away from Adrien and leave if Chloe tries getting the three of you to hang out together.”

“Of course,” Marinette said.

A week later Marinette found herself with her parents, that was still a weird word to her, sitting in an office waiting for Mr. Agreste to arrive. Her parents seem impressed by the Agreste Mansion though Marinette found it to be an arbitrary display of wealth. The rooms were too large, the white and black theme of everything in the house was old and overused. The giant portrait of Agreste’s wife was an obvious rip off of the Portrait of Adele Bloch-Bauer I, commonly known as The Women (or Lady) in Gold, which was just weird. At least be original with your art instead of ripping off a piece of stolen Jewish art.

From her research Gabriel Agreste was a famous fashion designer of the brand Gabriel in which his son, Adrien, was the main model and face for. Mr. Agreste had been a fashion designer since high school, designing and making clothing for his schools theater program. He eventually studied at the Royal College of Art in London where he graduated top of the class and worked for Alexander McQueen in London. He met his wife a few months before graduation, probably one of the reasons he stayed in London instead of moving back to Paris. He stayed with McQueen for a year before leaving to head back to Paris to start his own fashion company, with his now wife, then girlfriend, Emilie following. Around a year or two later he caught the attention of Chloe’s mother, Audrey Bourgeois, aka The Style Queen, skyrocketing him to fame. Within another year he was the Paris designer to watch, married and expecting a child. When his son was five, someone attacked him and his mother to try and ramson them for Gabriel's wealth. Since then the man has been quite the recluse.

Emilie Graham de Vanily grew up with money and wealth in London. Unlike her sister Amelie, it appeared from school reports and interviews that her upbringing didn’t go to her head, keeping a kind and compassionate heart even while surrounded by greed and vanity. She found a love of acting while in College. It was during a dress rehearsal for a small time play she was in that she met the designer behind the costumes, Gabriel Agreste and quickly fell in love. She supported his passion for fashion, encouraging him to start his own fashion house, resulting with her moving to his hometown of Paris. Once his career picked up, following the praise of Audrey Bourgeois, Emilie found herself agreeing to marry the man who had stolen her heart, the two starting a family not long after. During this time Emilie continued to act, mostly in smaller productions, happy to be the supporting partner in her relationship. Not long after giving birth to her son, she starred in the movie Solitude which became the film she was most well known for. When she and her son were attacked, she agreed with her husband to take a step out of the limelight, and while she was seen more than her husband, she still got the title of recluse added to her.

Marinette sat up straighter as she heard approaching footsteps. She gave her parents a pointed look causing the two to stop their conversation as they became aware of the approaching footsteps. They all stood as Gabriel and Emilie Agreste entered the room, Nathalie Sancoeur, who was Gabriel's personal assistant, followed a few steps behind them, staying by the exit, an ipad in her hand.

Her parents politely shook the other two parents hands, introducing themselves and Marinette before any of them sat again. Marinette took note of the fact that Emilie stayed standing behind her husband's chair, suggesting a submissive nature and that she was fine with following Gabriels lead. Her parents on the other hand, generally stood side by side unless one was better equipped to handle a topic, suggesting an equality between them. That did not suggest that there was anything wrong with having a more submissive and dominant relationship, it could offer just as much balance as an equal one giving the right conditions and a respect for all parties involved.

“I understand you wish to interact with my son.” Gabriel Agreste said, skipping over the niceties.

“Yes sir.” Marinette spoke before her parents could try and speak for her. “I befriended Chloe Bourgeois not that long ago and she is insisting that she spends time both with me and Adrien. I will be honest, I don’t mind the idea of making more friends,” it would help her fit in more, “but I understand that you have rules and I’ll understand if you don’t want me hanging out with Adrien after this meeting is over. I’ll even make sure Chloe doesn’t try to set anything up like she had tried to do last week.”

Mr. Agreste studied her, as if trying to see if she was lying. As if he’d be able to tell even if she had been. “I am glad you understand Ms. Dupain-Cheng. I take Adrien’s safety very seriously and do not wish to have any bad influences getting him in dangerous situations.”

Marinette smiled up at the man softly. “I understand. The world is a dangerous place. I have to say, I don’t know what I could say that would make you trust me.”

“I’m surprised to hear you admit that the world is a dangerous place.” Mr. Agreste told her. “Most children your age, my son included, seem to think themselves invincible.”

Marinette allowed her smile to become more rueful, “I’m can assure you Mr. Agreste, I am not ‘most child’.”

“What our Marinette means to say,” Tom Dupain spoke up. “She has had a bit of a rough childhood, and knows better than most that the world can be dangerous.”

“I assume you're alluding to the fact that she had been kidnapped as a young child.” Mr. Agreste said boldly. Someone wasn’t worried about upsetting people's feelings. He smiled at her parents' surprise. “I do background checks on every person my son comes into contact with. Marinette’s missing person file is the top result upon looking up her name. I assume congratulations are in order, since, while there are no news articles speaking of her miraculous return, that return still seems to be recent.”

“I was found collapsed in a park over a year ago,” Marinette explained to him. “I was rushed to a hospital where I was checked over and the doctors realized I had fallen into a coma. When I eventually awoke it was to discover that I was in my hometown, which I had no true memory of, and was reunited with my parents. I am still settling in, but it’s one of the reasons I wouldn’t mind more friends. I’ve never really had the chance to make some before.”

“That still doesn’t explain where you’ve been all this time.” Mr. Agreste pointed out.

Her mom spoke up for her when she refused to answer. “Marinette refuses to speak of her time away. The therapist that the police directed up to said it is likely the trauma she faced that makes her refuse to say anything and that we shouldn’t push her. I ask that you don’t either.”

Mr. Agreste looked at her curiously. “Don’t you wish to put the people who took you behind bars.”

Marinette kept with her act of saying nothing, refusing to react to what Mr. Agreste said to her. Not that she had one, no police force in the world would be able to take the Temple or the Order down, especially not with the League of Shadows hadding their own protection.

“As we said, Marinette does not speak of what happened to her.” Sabine repeated. “The police believe, after hearing everything the therapist got from reading Marinette’s body language and listening to what she would speak of, that the people who took her are the type of people who kidnap young children to raise as their own only to get rid of them once they start to get too old. That they likely abandoned her where they found her and left her to survive on her own. That she wouldn’t actually know any real facts or details that could help the police find them since they likely lived under fake names in a different part of France if not in a different country.”

“Do you agree with what your therapist and the police believe?” Mr. Agreste asked her.

She just continued to look at him. While having a friend and making a larger friend group in general would help her fit in more, she wasn’t about to tell them what actually happened or confirm any speculation when it could get any one of them killed and bring her unwanted attention.

Mr. Agreste just gave a little nod of his head. “That will be all. My assistant, Nathalie, will escort you out. You’ll be informed of our decision soon.”

The dismissal was clear. The trio left the house behind, her parents insuring her that Mr. Agreste was a [asshole] (not their words) and that she would make other friends in time. To not let that get her down.

Marinette just sighed internally, a part of her wishing she could go back to being Min, being Tianshi, encased in darkness with Nuri as her only company. At least then everything around her made sense.

Three days later, Marinette was once again in Chloe’s room when Adrien bust through the door, his bodyguard behind him.

“Chloe,” Marinette chided.

“I didn’t invite him,” Chloe insisted.

Adrien smiled widely at her as he handed her a note.

She opened it to see a note, typed not handwritten, stating:

Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I have come to a decision.

You shall be allowed to hand out with Adrien from this point forward.

Gabriel Agreste

Marinette looked back up to see a hand in front of her. Adrien was smiling widely at her, his hand stuck out for her to shake. She slowly reached her hand out and placed it in his.

“Hi!” he said excitedly. “My name is Adrien Agreste. I can’t wait for us to become friends.”

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the-odd-job · 4 years ago

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Ashes of Icarus chapter 11 - Am I Weak and Given to Lust?

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Chose Not to Use Category: Other Fandom: Transformers Characters: Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Skywarp, Megatron Relationships: Megatron/Sunstreaker, Sideswipe & Sunstreaker Additional Tags: Dubcon, Unplanned Pregnancy, Mechpreg, Sticky Words: 2531

Big oops.

Sideswipe was patched up all proper like after Sunstreaker had had all of his dents straightened out and his cut armor welded back together. There was a lot to repair in Sideswipe, but they were no strangers to that.

And when Sideswipe was brought back online, one of the first things he did was give Sunstreaker a thoroughly knowing look.

Apparently the Combaticons had talked while fucking him up.

“I maaaaaybe didn’t fight as much as I could’ve-should’ve,” came Sideswipe’s confession once they were out of the medbay and back in their quarters. Enough to make it look like he was fighting, because it would’ve been real damn suspicious if he’d just allowed himself to get beaten for no apparent reason, but you know…

The Combaticons hadn’t necessarily gotten as served on the injuries as they might’ve otherwise, even if Sideswipe had never really stood a chance against a whole combiner team—or most of a team, not all of them had been present according to Sideswipe’s testimony—even without them combining.

They were damn good fighters, but they weren’t invincible. And knew as much, no matter what some mecha thought. They just mistook confidence for arrogance.

Granted, Sunstreaker could get pretty arrogant too. One of his more lovable qualities.

As their species had no recovery time to speak of, they were both beyond fit for battle the next time the alarm came, despite that time only being a few days later. The Decepticons were, by all appearances, very impatient when it came to this one thing they were after that the twins didn’t really give a damn about, as long as it meant they got to fight.

And… Well.

Apparently most of the Decepticons were aware of his and Megatron’s activities by now. Sunstreaker could only hope they’d keep their mouths shut around the other Autobots, but then Megatron had said he didn’t want to end things. It was in his best interests the Autobots didn’t find out, then, and he likely enforced that on his own troops.

Violently, if Sunstreaker knew anything about how the Decepticons ran.

He did get a significant number of leers during that battle, though. They got their faces punched in twice as hard for it.

And despite Prowl’s best orders, it was as if Soundwave was particularly intent on undoing the tactician’s plans this day—at least on a smaller scale.

On a Sunstreaker sized scale, in fact. Sideswipe also suspiciously failed every time he tried to intervene on Prowl’s orders, which all went to very handily place Sunstreaker behind enemy lines.

This had happened before too.

That time they’d gotten interrupted.

But Bruticus had combined, so Optimus was sure to be busy.

And Megatron hadn’t even shown his face in the entire battle. Yet. Sunstreaker hadn’t been sure if he was even present, but once a Seeker firing at him had driven him behind some buildings, out of sight… There he was indeed.

Megatron’s optics were burning on him and the Seekers that had been harassing—herding—him did a disappearing trick. Sunstreaker spun his gun in his servo, entertaining the thought of shooting the tyrant like he absolutely should have.

Just to see what he would have done.

“Not needed at the battle this time either?” he asked instead, not quite ready to stow the weapon away. It didn’t matter that he doubted Megatron was about to injure him, it was just the… Principle of things.

Nevermind he’d rather vocally asked to get fragged last time.

A slight miscalculation on his parth, nothing more.

“I will be soon,” Megatron answered this time, walking towards him like he didn’t have a single concern about getting shot at. And to be fair, Sunstreaker’s blaster wouldn’t have had the strength to seriously injure the warlord in just one or two shots. Now, if Megatron had decided to use that fusion cannon on him, on the other hand…

“And? Decided you had the time for a quick frag beforehand?” Sunstreaker didn’t back away.

He should have, but when had he ever done what he should have?

Instead he stood his ground as Megatron stepped up to tower over him, craning his helm back to stare the tyrant in the optic and doing nothing—absolutely nothing—as Megatron simply plucked his gun from his servo and tossed it aside. “You don’t need that, hm, do you?” the warlord taunted him, and Sunstreaker’s mouth, traitorous fucking mouth twitched into a slight smile.

This time there was a wall nearby, and in short order he was pinned against it, his legs around Megatron’s waist—again—and the despot’s lips on his, glossa forcing entry into his mouth—again.

They could be interrupted at any moment. Maybe the Decepticons would break rank and some of the Autobots would get through, or maybe Optimus would break away from the main fight to see if his nemesis was present—someone could come at any moment and see, fragging see Sunstreaker there, pinned to a slagging wall by the unmaker himself, moaning as Megatron plundered his mouth, panting as the warlord slipped a servo to his valve cover and stuck his claws into the seams.

And they’d see Sunstreaker retracting that cover with minimal resistance—but only because he didn’t want to talk about why it was missing, no other reason—fucking see him arch into the tyrant as Megatron pushed his spike up into him.

Somehow the thought of how close to being discovered they were only made him run hotter. What would he do if someone did see them? Frag, he had no idea. Claim Megatron had forced him? While he was rocking his own hips down into every punishing thrust up into him, his arms around Megatron’s neck to keep him close, keep their lips locked together, just so he could taste and tremble at the unspeakable, cruel power aimed at him and no one else—in that moment, no one else.

All fucking his to take, his to experience.

Megatron drove into his body with the clear intent of achieving one fast, rough overload, Sunstreaker’s back scraping against the wall behind him and ohh that would leave marks—he’d blame it on the Seekers and yell about it at no one in particular… But right then his thoughts were revolving too tightly around the pleasure building in his frame for him to do more than snarl about it, Megatron’s engine rumbling his amusement back at him.

Then it climbed all the way to the top. “Don’t scream,” Megatron whispered at him as his overload lashed through him. Sunstreaker ground his denta together, but silenced his vocalizer despite the charge that crackled all throughout him with all the strength of a bolt of lightning. He could smell something burning, but felt no pain—only mind shattering pleasure, as per usual with Megatron.

Apparently a little additional danger of discovery really got him going even harder than the warlord did otherwise.

Megatron shoved him against the wall at the same time as he shoved into him sharp enough to sting, and then Megatron’s overload washed over him, alighting sensors that had barely finished dispersing their own charge. It all traveled into his core and triggered another, smaller overload that had his exvents steaming, his limbs fragging weak from just that.

But it didn’t matter when Megatron kept him pinned to the wall, grinding their arrays together.

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“Have you thought about what I said?” the tyrant spoke up once they were back to cleaning themselves out.

“Which part of what you’ve said?” Sunstreaker asked with a huff, trying to wipe away enough of the mess in his valve to keep it from leaking straight past the seams of his panel once he closed it. Or what would he say otherwise? Battles just turned him on that hard?

Probably wouldn’t even be hard to believe…

“Your glitch,” Megatron clarified, and ah, how could Sunstreaker forget what had put an end to the fight that had led to their first time?

Was it something to get better from, yeah yeah. He had thought about it.

He didn’t really want to admit to thinking about anything Megatron related, but, “It’s dangerous,” he said nevertheless. That wasn’t too much of an admission, was it? Just a statement of fact.

“Power is dangerous,” Megatron said back at him, and oh, hadn’t Sunstreaker found that to be titillatingly true. “That doesn’t mean it should be feared.”

Sunstreaker growled. “I don’t fear it.”

“I never said you did.”

He faltered, glancing up to see Megatron looking down at him. The tyrant was already presentable, but then he wasn’t the one who had had what felt like fucking gallons pumped up his valve.

Sunstreaker narrowed his optics, but said nothing. Megatron continued, “Your comrades, they do, don’t they?”

Well… “Probably,” Sunstreaker responded reluctantly, returning to his cleaning. Where the slag was Megatron going with this?

Megatron didn’t get a chance to clarify on that point, because there was a VOP and suddenly, a Skywarp.

The Seeker saluted, playfully. “One Prime, headed this way,” he reported, grinning at Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker scowled back but quickly ran the cloth over his valve one more time before tossing it into his subspace and closing his cover.

“Get him somewhere less… Incriminating,” Megatron ordered the purple flier before the tyrant began to march around the building, probably to meet Optimus before Optimus could get to the scraped wall and the… Puddles.

Gah.

“Oh... No no no!” Sunstreaker had enough time to fetch his gun, but Skywarp was headed for him, and he knew how this was going to go. “Don’t you fragging dar–!”

But Skywarp had his orders that he followed through with gleefully, grabbing a hold of Sunstreaker’s arm and VOP.

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For the sake of making things look authentic, Skywarp teleported them midair and then dropped him. And this time the long, long fall down wasn’t a lie, and neither would the hard landing have been if Sideswipe hadn’t swooped in to catch him at the last meters.

The whole thing didn’t make a hell of a lot of sense if anyone stopped to think about it, but it was an easy story to spin that the Decepticons hadn’t been as successful in their campaign to injure and potentially kill him as they would have liked, despite getting him trapped where no Autobot could reasonably reach to help him. And after getting more than they bargained from, Skywarp had swooped in to remove him from the situation so as to spare his allies further injuries.

Optimus apologized profusely for not making it to the scene earlier despite his attempts. Sunstreaker growled back at that with his usual temper, saying everything about how he could handle it, and no word about how happy he was the Prime hadn’t made it any damn sooner.

To the surprise of everyone but him and Sideswipe, all of his injuries were strictly superficial or ones his self-repair could handle fine on its own, according to Ratchet’s very quick inspection. Bruticus had done a number on some of his comrades, Bluestreak had nearly gotten offlined… Ratchet had more pressing concerns than Sunstreaker.

After First Aid had given Sideswipe a quick patch up, they were told to deal with the rest of the scratched up plating themselves; those didn’t need a medic’s touch.

And then… Things quieted down and fell back to their usual grooves. The Decepticons didn’t attack anything for a few weeks. There were duties, patrols… But none on routes that he would have expected Megatron to make an appearance on. They didn’t get chances to go very far off duty either.

Sunstreaker wasn’t quite as frustrated over that as he had half expected himself to be. But really, they’d had two spectacular frags almost back to back. He’d be riding that high for a while still.

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“Come on, I know you want to,” Sideswipe grinned at him one night in the rec room. Sunstreaker could feel his intent, but although he cocked an optical ridge at his twin… It wasn’t like Sideswipe was wrong. How could he be? That just didn’t happen between them.

So Sunstreaker let himself be tugged from the rec room after they’d finished their cubes. Sideswipe turned down one invitation for a game night on their way to their quarters. Tonight would be a them night. They weren’t scheduled for anything in the morning. They could stay up late, spend some quality time together… Spark to spark.

Like twins did.

The door had barely closed behind them when Sideswipe had already turned to him, their lips pressing together with familiarity. Sideswipe’s lips were smooth and soft, a stark contrast to Megatron—but he didn’t spare many thoughts to Megatron when it was Sideswipe against him, running his servos along his armor, stroking his digits along seams in a way he knew Sunstreaker loved.

And Sunstreaker returned the favor as he was pushed, backwards, to their bunk. Sideswipe shoved him down on the bottom berth, grinning down at him in that careless Sideswipe way—mixed with affection, this time, the kind only aimed at Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker had the time to growl before Sideswipe moved to join him, climbing into his lap and continuing right where they’d left off, his lips first brushing against Sunstreaker’s cheek before Sunstreaker turned his helm and captured them with his own. Sideswipe was purring, Sunstreaker was rumbling—and he let Sideswipe push him down the rest of the way, his brother straddling his hips and leaning down with him.

They weren’t in a rush, they really weren’t, but… The promise of wholeness had the both of them impatient.

It was a laughably short time later that Sideswipe’s chestplates were already parting, his internals shifting out of the way, spark chamber pushing forward—and Sunstreaker matched him until the pale blue of their spark illuminated the space between them.

But a second before their spark halves would have surged together as they were wont to do, Sideswipe pulled back, smiling a wide smile down at him.

Although his engine was growling with a denied satisfaction, relief, Sunstreaker let him, his digits merely flexing on Sideswipe’s hips. Sideswipe smoothed his servos along the edges of Sunstreaker’s split chestplates, then dipped them inward, towards his spark… Until he carefully brushed his digits against it. Sunstreaker’s back arched up to the contact, and Sideswipe’s touch, it would never ever be unwelcome, even on his very core.

Twins, as they were.

It wasn’t about the pleasure, never had been, but about the intimacy. He didn’t think either of them was physically capable of turning the other on, but that didn’t mean they didn’t enjoy the sensual side of the relationship two frames could have.

This was just between them—reserved just for them. Sunstreaker’s servos traveled up Sideswipe’s side, his thumbs flirting with the edges of his chest cavity–

But then, alarm.

Sunstreaker’s optics instantly focused on Sideswipe, his brother staring at his spark, and that was all they needed. Two frames, but one spark, one will, one mind—what Sideswipe saw was what Sunstreaker saw, what Sideswipe knew was what Sunstreaker knew.

And now they knew—found out, discovered—and pits…

Consequences, huh?

“Sunny…” Sideswipe’s voice shivered in a way that was nothing like him, “We’re effing screwed.”

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msjr0119 · 5 years ago

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Cordonian Wags

Part 22

In a world full of Professional footballers and their demanding wives- can their football team nicknamed the ‘Cordonian Apples’ succeed? An American female physiotherapist joins the club. Will this cause issues with the footballers wives?

*This series is based on The Royal Romance characters who belong to Pixelberry - AU Plot switch*

Warnings: Swearing, heartache, illness.

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“Erm. About that future we planned. There’s something I need to tell you...” Drake looked at her concerned, wondering if she was having second thoughts about all that they had planned. Deep down he knew something was fishy regarding Xavier’s ‘death’. Regretting feeling sorry for himself- drinking himself into oblivion whilst the love of his life was being hurt yet again, he would hate himself for the rest of his life.

Liam and Leo woke up surrounded by a sticky residue- scotch that had leaked from the bottle. Neither of them could remember the night before apart from Drake discussing how he was going to propose to Riley- then him crying. Liam heard his phone ringing, the noise now adding to his migraine he had occurred due to his hangover.

“Liv... where are you?”

“How drunk did you get? Did you not read my thousand text messages? I knew I shouldn’t have left you. I’m in New York!”

Thinking back he vaguely remembered her mention it. “Riley’s hurt. She’s in hospital. I’m with her, Lindsey is cleaning up my mess. Get your hungover arses to New York ASAP, bring Walker!” Shooting up, the room was spinning but hearing that Riley was hurt broke his heart.

“What do you mean she’s hurt? Lindsey is cleaning up your mess? What the fuck has happened?”

“Xavier didn’t die in that car chase, he was in New York. He hurt her. I killed him. She was bleeding. Just hurry!” Hanging up the phone, he hit Leo across leg- before pouring the remainder scotch over him.

“What the fuck Li?”

“Get up! Riley needs us! We need to get Drake. Is he still here?”

“What’s happened?” Liam explained the brief explanation that Olivia had said on the phone. “Shit!” Storming through the door of the spare room, they were relieved that Drake had stayed the night.

“Walker get up! We have a flight to catch!”

“What?”

“Liv killed Xavier! He’s hurt Riley. He was in New York as you suspected.” Drake felt as if he couldn’t breathe- he allowed her to become hurt and he wasn’t there to protect her.

“What is it?” Riley looked into his eyes, they provided hope. She couldn’t tell him the truth not yet.

“Erm, the nurse has just advised me to not have sex for a few weeks. That’s all.”

“Ri, I don’t care about sex. Just having you in my life, when we are ninety with a football team of grandkids that is all I want.” Ninety. Grandkids. Shit. I’m going to break his heart.

“Me too, I’m a bit tired. Why don’t you go and see the others?”

“Okay. I’ll grab a coffee, then I’m not leaving your side.” Kissing her on the forehead, the nurse walked back in as he stood up to leave. Making sure none of her friends were close by, she knew the staff had an inkling regarding the tests they did upon her arrival, and was eager for answers.

“So? Can you explain what we spoke about last night?”

“Miss Brooks, after the examination it does look as if the results will show positive......”

“Am I going to die?”

“It happens less often than it used to, but yes, it’s possible to die from cervical cancer- I’m not going to lie Miss Brooks. Generally speaking, the earlier cancer is diagnosed, the better the outcome. Cervical cancer tends to grow slowly. We are hoping to have caught it early, if you didn’t go through the trauma you’ve been through we may not have known for a while.”

“I had one chance at being a mother, I had that taken away from me. I’m never going to be able to be a mom am I?” Drake, I need to let him go. He doesn’t want to be my carer. Watch me die. He deserves someone who could provide him with the family he wants. The nurse opened her mouth to respond with negative news regarding fertility- until the door swung open muting their conversation immediately.

“Hey what are you doing here?” Shit I’ve been crying he’s going to worry.

“I forgot my wallet. Are you okay? Why are you crying? Do you want me to stay with you?”

“The nurse just explained that I was probably bleeding due to coming on to my period due to the stress. That’s all. No need to worry. I’m just crying because I’m on my period- women problems.” Lying she faked a laugh, knowing she needed to tell him the truth at some point.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes Drake. I love you, I always will do- please don’t ever forget how much I love you.”

“I love you too. You have made my life complete- I’m so happy fate brought us together. We’ve gone through enough drama in the past, but we have each other. Our future is looking bright. I’ve got so many plans for the two of us.” Attempting to hold the tears in, she pulled him towards her- wrapping her arms tightly around him.

*****

A few days later, everyone landed back in Cordonia- Drake took Riley to his cabin, Lindsey had offered to collect her belongings from her apartment and bring them over. Watching Riley on the flight, Drake noticed her body tremble whilst she slept. Feeling useless, he held her tight to him- hoping at some point in the future he could cure her from all the pain. Walking through the cabin, Riley always believed it had that homey atmosphere.

“I’ll run you a bath baby. Then I’ll cook us something - okay?”

“That sounds amazing Drake. Thank you so much.”

“No need to thank me Ri. I’ll do anything to make you happy. Bastien and Lindsey are due any time though.”

“Good job we can’t have sex for a few weeks then- I wouldn’t like to see their reactions if they walked in on us.” Trying to make a joke, deep down she was hurting still.

In my nightmares I am dragged by my hair out of bed after refusing sexual intercourse with my ex husband. He’s angry again. Seeing me attempt to gain help by using my phone, he throws it just as I press send- grabbing the lamp, my head forms a huge lump immediately as he smashes it against it. Holding my arms tightly, he forces my body to move- I can’t fight- I feel useless. I’m trapped in the cellar. I can’t move my hands without feeling the restriction of the straps. My head is spinning, my vision is blurry. I lay against the cold damp wall with every ounce of strength- I still can’t budge. “Be the good wife that you always was.” Forcing my legs open, he pushes his penis inside me, I can’t prevent it. I am grateful that he has blindfolded me, as I could bare to look into his eyes or direction as he completed this despicable act. My back hurts right from the base of my spine to the tail bone. Saliva is pooling in the back of my mouth- mixed with his saliva. Once he finishes he places a gag in my mouth to shut me up, I gain a slight adrenaline rush- enabling my legs to kick him, attempt to push him away from me. One punch in the ribs. One forceful punch in the stomach. I am defenceless. I am now alone. My ears can only hear silence, mixed with my heavy breathing. Self infliction most people would say. My hearts pounding ready to explode. I hope to hear signs of someone coming to help. No one. I am still alone. I am back in hell. It’s like being back in Manchester all those years ago. My personal hell. No longer is the door open for me to escape, even if I could break free from the restraints keeping me trapped. Four concrete walls are surrounding me - I am left to potentially die. “Riley! Ri! Where are you?” It sounds like my sister, is it just an hallucination? I scream for help, hoping it would be loud enough with the gag in my mouth.

*****

Riley was still in the bath when Lindsey and Bastien arrived. Drake welcomed them in and offered them a drink.

“How is she?”

“She’s still quiet. It’s going to take time to heal. How are you Lindsey?”

“Well of course it will. I’m fine, I have Leo. I’m just glad I took Olivia with me. She had a plan, and Riley understood the hint of what she was about to do. I’m just grateful that the police believed her self defence story because he could have been dangerous to all of us. Riley thinks she’s clever and strong- no one could outwit a man like him unless you are called Olivia Nevrakis.”

“What did he do to her? I keep asking but I don’t want to force it. She remains silent or changes the subject. I should have been there to protect her.” Lindsey looked at bastien for reassurance, he nodded. He knew Drake felt guilty enough.

“If I tell you, don’t tell her that I told you. Let her open up to you.” Drake nodded, not really wanting to know but he needed to know to support her. “She told us that she wasted time in the bathroom waiting for me to arrive. He checked her phone and noticed she was checking the flights. He got in bed next to her, and tried to have sex- she refused. He pulled her hair, then dragged her out of bed. She managed to grab her phone and text our neighbour for help- before he hit her across the face with a lamp. Forcing her into the cellar- he tied her up, gagged her and put a blindfold on, before he ra- ra-raped her. She tried to put up a fight, but he punched her in the ribs and stomach. I’m assuming that is why she was bleeding. But neither she nor the staff confirmed this- they just said stress brought on her period early. I’m so sorry Drake, this was not your fault. Please don’t blame yourself. He was venom. A man like him could never change.”

“Drake, she’s stubborn- she believes she’s always right with the actions that she takes. She would never blame you for what happened. You went as soon as possible. She loves you, she knows you would never hurt her. Look after your girl, my niece. Have you still got your grandmothers ring?”

“Of course I have. Why?”

“When the times right, make sure you have it on you son.” Shaking his hand, Drake was happy with the support from Bastien and Lindsey- imagining Riley as his wife made his heart flutter. Riley Walker, has a nice ring to it he thought. Riley walked in to the lounge with a towel wrapped around her body.

“Hey.” Looking still fragile and exhausted- the three of them walked over to her. Drake held her waist and kissed her on the forehead, causing the visitors to smile softly at him.

“Hey sis. I’ve brought some stuff over- I wasn’t sure how long you’d be staying.”

“Erm.. well Drake did ask me to move in. I suppose I can collect the rest of my things another day. I’ll still keep my apartment.”

“Did he now?” Lindsey smirked at Drake, wondering when he was going to ask her another certain question.

“Yes I did. Why are you smirking?”

“Ohhh no reason.” Lindsey winked at him, now knowing that moving in together was the first step towards their future. “You look tired Ri. Are you okay? Do you need me or Bastien to get you anything?”

“I’m fine Linz. I’ve got marshmallow to look after me.” Looking up towards Drake, she smirked knowing he would potentially berate her for using her nickname. Instead he shook his head, and held her closer towards him. “But Bastien, I may need you to cover the next match for me.”

“Sure of course I will.”

“Does anyone know what happened with Constantine?”

“What do you mean?”

“He set up the whole faking Xavier’s death. He planned it all.” Bastiens eyes widened, he was now furious beyond words.

“Drake keep her safe. Lindsey I will drop you off at Liam’s immediately. I’m going to have words with him, I’ll meet you in the car Linz I need to make a phone call.” Before Riley could stop him, Bastien was dialling a number and headed out of the door. “He will be calm down, don’t worry. Enjoy your night together. I love you. Text me if you need anything.” Hugging the two of them, Lindsey smiled as she left the cabin.

*****

Riley and Drake had something to eat, his mind imagined Xavier hurting her, every thought broke him. Watching her try to get dressed independently, was frustratingly upsetting.

“Let me help you. Please. You’re struggling.”

“Drake, I need to try for myself. It’s just newly bruised ribs- but they do hurt. You’re not always going to be here, so I need to do it for myself.” Ignoring her, he assisted Riley getting her dressed. As he did, he kissed her ribs and stomach- the touch felt as if it had healed immediately, that was until his lips left the area. Laying next to her in bed, she snuggled into his embrace, locking his eyes onto hers as he held her lovingly.

When he looks at me it is as if every ounce of breath is taken away from my lungs floating into the air effortlessly. Every time he kisses me it feels like the world has stopped, melted away- leaving just the two of us. Holding me for eternity in his arms I've grown so accustomed to. This is what falling in love was like, a story that I never want to end. For so long I had longed for it, to be loved and not used as a punch bag- now I couldn’t bare to lose it - lose this person that makes me feel so complete. Would I lose him if I told him the truth? I want to protect him from becoming hurt. It’s strange how you can go from someone being a complete stranger, a slight jerk to begin with - to then being completely infatuated by him and wondering how I was able to live without him. I need to be honest. The results could come back with positive news- positive news that it was mistake and not actually be cancer.

“Drake?”

“Yes?”

“Erm... I don’t know how to say this... or how you’ll react... but what if I can’t keep to our promise about our future?”

“What do you mean? I know you’re hurt Ri. But please don’t split up with me- we don’t have to rush into anything. I’m happy just having you in my arms every night.”

“What if it was for the best to split up?” She bit her lip as she averted her gaze not wanting to witness his expression.

“We take one step forward and two back. Riley please, I’m begging you. Just be honest with me. Have I done something wrong? I’ll fix it. I can’t lose you. You mean too much to me.”

“But you may lose me.” Riley felt the muscles of her chin tremble, the tears burst forth like water from the dam, spilling down her face.

“Why will I lose you?”

“The reasoning.... for why I was bleeding.... I wasn’t on my period....”

“Riley we can get through this. I will never hurt you like he did. He’s gone.” Assuming she was about to suggest the bleeding was due to Xavier raping her- his eyes pleaded with her to give them a chance and to not give up.

“It’s nothing to do with him Drake. The hospital was concerned with the bleeding. Olivia thought I was pregnant and miscarried. I honestly believed it was due to stress. They did, a smear test and a pelvic exam....” Pausing to take a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she spoke the next words.

“They think I may have cancer.... if I do... you may lose me...” Drake remained silent, feeling like a selfish jerk thinking about himself yet again. “If Xavier didn’t do what he did, I wouldn’t have known. That’s why I was crying when you walked back into my room. I’m so sorry for lying, I wanted to protect you. I don’t want to hold you back Drake, I know what we had planned but I now may not be able to give you that. I don’t want to prevent you from living your dreams Drake. I want you to be happy. I need you to be happy, if I’m not here anymore.”

Drake thought back, all the memories of how they had reached this point of their relationship.

“Nice to see you in the flesh Walker. I look forward to working with you all.”

“I was never a ‘wag’ Savannah. I hate them. I was the odd one out. Biggest mistake of my life has been marrying a footballer- no offence Drake.”

“Um.. none taken... you’re married to a footballer... you’re a physio.... anything else you need to confess?”

“Excuse me? Mr Rhys knows all about my background, my estranged husband. There’s nothing more to tell. It’s none of your business Walker. My business is to make sure that none of you dumbasses injure yourselves too much!”

“You’re going to be trouble, I can already tell! You are.. look no offence. But this place is vicious. Full of secrets. If I was you I’d get back on a plane to America pronto!”

***

Before Riley could escape, he grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to him. There was a tingling sensation spreading throughout his stomach. Standing frozen, she could hear his heartbeat rapidly increase, every second he held her. Slowly he lent down, before crashing his lips onto hers whilst inhaling her fruity fragrance. The short kiss- made him feel intoxicated, she was going to be his newest drug- one he couldn’t wait to taste again. Riley looked at him with sorrow in her eyes as she pushed him away with an almighty force. Immediately she ran away as fast as she could. Not looking back, she was hoping to just be able to sneak out of the party without anyone noticing her. She was uncontrollably shaking, regretting that she didn’t do anything to prevent the interaction that had just occurred.

***

I know you probably don’t want to hear from me- I just had to get your number from Bertrand. I can still smell you on me- I haven’t stopped thinking about that kiss. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, I’m sorry that it was impromptu- it felt right. I hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship. 😞

You need to stop thinking about it. Everyone was drunk. It was a drunk stupid moment. I shouldn’t have allowed it to happen. We will never have a friendship- for the next nine months all we have is a professional relationship. Goodnight!👋🏼

So it meant nothing to you then? Nothing at all?🤔

It meant nothing. Please don’t text me back. See you at training.⚽️

Lie to me. Lie to yourself. But there was a spark there. We need to talk about it. See you tomorrow 😘

***

“Just pretend and give me it back after training” he whispered.

“Won’t your significant other half need your credit card to go on a shopping spree?” She whispered back before using her usual tone of voice.

“Thank you. Whilst you’re here- fill this form out for me please.”

“You can’t avoid me. We need to talk.”

“As I said to you, there’s nothing to talk about. You need to go inside and get ready for training.” He removed his top, smirking at her as he discarded it on the floor.

“It’s a sunny day.. might as well get a head start before the lads arrive...” Riley couldn’t help but admire his muscled and ripped body before shaking her head and making her way towards the dressing room. He’s taken, I’m married- you are here to work Riley Brooks.

***

“Wow!”

“Shit!” Grabbing her robe, she attempted to cover her body up- assuming it was Maxwell, she didn’t really care about him seeing her dressed like this. “What do you want?”

“Ive been telling you since last night that I wanted to talk. About you know what.”

“And like I have been saying since last night- it was nothing.” Riley feeling frustrated really didn’t want to talk whilst she was still drunk. “Can I come in? If anyone wakes up and sees us?”

“No. And if anyone sees you, I’m sure you could come up with another lame excuse.” There is no us - attempting to shut the door she failed as he forced the door to stay open with his foot.

“What did you want me to say? ‘Hey Bertrand, can you give me Riley’s number because I’ve just had the most amazing kiss with her.’ “

“No, but maybe you should have just not asked for it in the first place! I’m not a home wrecker. I don’t want to be the reason for a relationship breakdown. You should have just left it be.”

“You would never be just the other woman or the reason for my relationship breakdown. I like you. And I can’t show it in front of everyone. You are beautiful and I can’t lie and say that kiss didn’t mean anything.”

Moving closer to her, she bit her bottom lip- he put his hands on around her waist keeping a slight distance. Both their heartbeats were racing ten to the dozen. She wanted to push him away- she knew it was wrong, but there was a magnet pulling them closer together. Knowing the minute he touched her again her resistance would crumble. He brushed her hair away from her shoulder, moving his head closer to hers - his body now leaned against hers. Feeling his warmth- he crashed his lips onto hers, not a soft kiss like the prior night. Instead it was passionate and demanding. Picking her up he carried her over towards the bed- hovering over her, he knew what he wanted. He wanted her. Removing her robe, he began to kiss her body.

“We are both consenting adults- I want you Riley. That kiss last night made me want you more.” His eyes full of desire, deep down she was attracted to him and wanted this too. But she didn’t want to be that woman.

“I feel guilty. I can’t help it. I promised myself to never get involved with a footballer again.”

“Don’t feel guilty. I’m not like most footballers.”

***

“I was five, I hate most people and most women. But I like you. Ri.... listen to me. This is hard for me to say, because I don’t express my feelings. Ever. But... will you go out on a date with me? I’ll spoil you like you deserve to be spoilt.”

***

“I asked you to open your eyes because I want to look in them...Every minute I spend with you. I’m falling in love with you. Riley... I need you in my life. I know you’re still married to him, but I want to take you on a second date and...”

“And what?”

“I’ll look after you. I’ll protect you. I’ll keep you safe. If you’ll have me, I’d like you to be officially my girl.”

“I think we better get some sleep and allow them to get some too... I’m falling in love with you too Drake. Can I cuddle my handsome boyfriend?”

“I’d love to cuddle my beautiful girlfriend. I’m never letting you go.”

I’m never letting her go. I made that promise.

“Ri, we will get through this. Whatever the outcome is. I want to be with you, please don’t push me away. You’re not going anywhere, you’ll most likely outlive us all. Come on let’s get some sleep. I’m always going to be here. You and me. Forever. I love you Riley Brooks.”

“I love you too Drake Walker.” Almost instantly, Riley fell asleep in Drakes arms. Kissing her on the forehead- his emotions were finally released. The tears that were held in, were now falling down his cheeks.

I can’t lose you. I hope you fight baby- we have only just found each other. I’m not ready to let go just yet. I love you.

*****

“We are here today to celebrate the life of Riley Brooks....” Drake kept his head down, remaining in silence- Liam held his friend tightly. Not knowing what to say to him without sounding patronising.

The sun shone brightly through the church windows- as if Riley was still lingering around, the ray of sunshine that she was. Everything should be as dark as the emotions surrounding the room. But the birds still sang a merry tune and the flowers she had chosen for this day still bloomed- the perfumed scent lingering around. As Drake took an unstable stroll near the front the long held back tears began to flow. He was not ashamed, he loved her dearly- regretting that he never got the chance to ask her to his wife. Now she wasnt there the light had been extinguished forever in his heart. Goodbye my darling. I will always love you. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he was knocked out of his trance.

“Drake? I know how much Riley meant to you. But I’m here still. I can heal you.”

“No! You are not Riley! Get out of my face Kiara!”

No. I love her. I’ve lost her.

Drake woke up in a sweat, his heart jumping out of his chest. Sitting up, he wiped the sweat off his brow. Turning his head, Riley was sleeping peacefully next to him. Realising it was just a dream- a nightmare, he was now dreading what would happen if it was to become reality. Laying back down, he pulled her close to him- never wanting to let go.

“Tomorrow, I’m going to ask you to become my wife. Spend every day as if it’s our last. I love you so much Riley. I will help you fight, I will pay for private treatment. I’ll do everything and anything for you.” He was forced out of his thoughts, as there was a notification on his phone.

Fuck!

Breaking News

Constantine Rhys the chairman of the Apples has been murdered in his own home. Reports initially suggested a knife had been involved in the attack. A neighbour said they had heard someone yell “I’m going to kill you” during an argument prior to the death of Mr Rhys. More news to follow.

#trr choices #drake x riley #drake walker #riley brooks #trr fanfic #drake x mc #trr bastien #trr au cordonian wags #lindsey brooks cordonian wags #liam rhys #leo rhys #olivia nevrakis

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mara-tevith-solo · 5 years ago

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Real Funny - part 2

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity

I grinned cheekily before we all left. When we got back, the war was minutes from starting up again. When we finally got the Separatists off of the planet, we were allowed to rejoin the rest of the fleet and I was allowed to walk around in something other than armor. "Isn't that against regs?" That all too welcomed voice practically purred as they finally made their presence known.

I sat up from the crate I was laying on, smiling broadly "General Kenobi allows me a few freedoms." I retorted, looking up at Wolffe. His expression was particularly warm that evening.

Without any warning, the particularly sarcastic clone pounced, collecting me into his arms and capturing my lips with his as though they were prisoners of war "Do you have any idea how hard it is to be so close to you and act like you're just another soldier?" He growled against my lips in our secluded little spot.

"I have an idea." I purred in response, smiling coyly "So, your place or mine, Commander?" I asked with a low, seductive tone as I looked up at him through my lashes. We both already knew the answer; as a Commander, he had his own quarters. I still shared a bunk bed with Waxer in the main sleeping area for visiting legions. He left our little spot first, and I followed a few minutes after, taking a longer way around to get to his quarters. As soon as the door closed behind me, he lips were on mine again, his hands holding me against his body tightly. We helped each other out of our clothes and laid in his bed, more interested in each other's company, than sex.

As usual, I woke up before everyone else and was out of the room and hid in the mess, sipping caf until everyone else was moderately awake "Missed ya last night." Hardcase yawned, plonking his tray down before joining it.

"Couldn't sleep." I gave him a tight lipped smile before turning back to my caf. I hated lying to my friends and brothers. But if it leaked that Wolffe and I were... it would end very badly for everyone. He gave me an understanding pat on the shoulder, thinking that my nightmares were acting up again. I mentally beat the crap out of myself for keeping a most trusted vod in the dark.

"Anyone up for Nega-ball?" Cody asked, Wolffe and Rex on either side of him. Three quarters of those in the mess stood up and made to follow the three commanding officers, Hardcase included as he tried to pull me up. When that didn't work, he threw me over his shoulder and made his way after the group.

"Caught a live one, didn't ya?" Fives laughed, slapping my thigh as Hardcase fell into step beside him.

My squeak caught the attention of a certain, maybe slightly overprotective, Commander "What are you doing to Sergeant Val?" Wolffe scowled, coming up from behind the two. He was very much not pleased with how the two were conducting themselves with me.

Hardcase couldn't put me down fast enough as he whirled around, blushing and saluting hurriedly "S-sorry sir, we were only fooling around." His scowl deepened into a glare and he had to put his hands behind his back because, bet you ten credits, he was clenching them into fists.

"It's alright Commander, they're on my 'top three most trusted' list. They didn't mean anything besides camaraderie." I stepped up, approaching him to show that I really was alright while essentially telling him that they were my best friends, topped only by him. I felt the two staring at me, wide eyed, as the Commander deflated a fraction and his expression softened.

"Get to the gym." Was his parting order before he moved around us and down the abandoned hallway.

"Dude!" Hardcase exclaimed when the commander had turned the corner, the three of us following at a slower pace.

"How did you talk him out of handing us our asses?" Fives finished, staring at me as though I had grown a third head.

"The Commander and I are friends. He and Master Plo were the first ones to find me and bring me to the Temple. Why do you think I have a grey Loth-wolf on my shoulder?" I tapped my shoulder piece to reinforce my point as they started freaking out, having never made the connection.

"So you're an honorary Wolfpack member?" Fives gushed as Hardcase practically jumped on my back and made me give him a piggyback ride. Bastard.

"I think the more appropriate answer is that I was adopted by Master Plo as one of his many children." I groaned, my knees shaking with every step. I dropped him unceremoniously with the other troopers as Cody and Wolffe were picking teams.

"Val, get over here!" Cody called, waving me over as I tried to retreat to a safe spot to sit.

"Nah, I think I'll sit out. Both Kix and Wark look like they'll fill me full of needles if I joined in." I laughed, warily watching the two glaring medics who had had to patch me up last time we had all played Nega-ball.

He glanced at them, equally as wary "Sounds like a good plan." He nodded, clearing his throat as they resumed picking. "So what's the wager?" Cody asked, hands on his hips as he faced Wolffe and his team.

"Winning Commander gets Val to tag along next mission." Alright, so I was a bit of a floater. Sue me.

"No can do sadly, Skywalker already reserved her for the 501st's next mission." Cody frowned. Wolffe scowled and couldn't resist looking at me from the corner of his eye. "How about this, next time we get leave, winning team gets a day with her." Oh if Cody only knew. They shook on it as all of them stripped off their torso armor and Wolffe's team took off their blacks shirts. I blushed at the sight of Wolffe's barrel chested glory, several small white scars dotting his waist and arms. He knew I blushed at the sight of him, he puffed up almost as soon as I did. The game was certainly as hairy and brutal as usual. Sometimes it was like the clones just kind of disregarded sport safety rules.

Of course, we never went back to Coruscant, instead, moving cruisers so that we could have a better spread in our attack of Umbara. Of course, the Umbarans changed over to the Seppies after their Senator had mysteriously been assassinated.... most likely by the Separatists... but that's just my opinion. The Republic was outmatched, out classed, and out teched, but by Odin, we were going to fight the good fight. It wasn't until the surface of the dark planet that I realized just how much my warnings had gone over the heads of the Council. Krell swooped in and took over command of the 501st, saying that the Chancellor needed Skywalker for some benign reason.

First thing I did as soon as I saw Krell exit his gunship was hide behind Fives and have a panic attack, bucket removed as I pressed my forehead against his back, mumbling numbers in as many languages I knew, as high as I could go and back. He just stood there, one hand squeezing the one that he had pried from trying to scratch at the chinks in my armor. "Stand in attention, in my presence trooper!" Krell barked in my general direction. Fives stiffened as I quickly put my bucket back on and stepped out from behind him.

"S-sorry sir." I stuttered, still trying to regain total control over myself. I knew exactly what that motherfucker was going to do, and my attempt to stop it, had been brushed aside.

"What's your number, Trooper." His eyes narrowed as his lower set of arms folded behind his back and his upper set crossed over his chest. He moved so that he was behind me, ignoring the others as they tried to close ranks around me as subtly as possible.

"Sergeant Val, sir." I couldn't let him know that he bothered me, that he was getting so far under my skin that I was shaking. My head was full of nothing but white noise.

"Are you such a deformed clone, that not only your height and voice are wrong? I asked for your number, Clone." He snarled, stepping closer. I was filled with sudden, blinding rage as he went on a racist rant "You can't even put your armor on correctly!" He spat.

My resolve rocketed out the window at that last comment as I whirled around, taking off my helmet and getting closer to the vulgar behemoth "I am a woman, General! Are you satisfied?" I snapped, feeling Fives frantically hook onto my belt and attempt to pull me back closer to himself and Rex. But I was planted, I would not back down, willingly or not. "My name is Sergeant Valeri MacCloud, I am from a planet called Earth and I am twenty six years old. I asked, are you satisfied, sir?" I barked, using my best drill sergeant voice as I glared up at the rogue Jedi, daring him to court marshal me, or worse, kill me.

#general krell #commander wollfe #oc #arc trooper fives #hardcase #kix #Commander Wollfe x OC

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jxffhxrdy · 5 years ago

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RAW 5/19/2020

Wassup everyone. Back again with opinions that you didn’t ask for on Monday Night RAW tonight 5/19/2020. I am not related to WWE in any capacity, so what I say is not bible.

The show in general tonight? Sucked. I’m sorry, but it really did. You’d peaked my interest with a Drew/Corbin fight, because I think Drew is the most talented big guy on RAW and Corbin is the best heel on Smackdown. But even THAT let me down. Alright, let us discuss, shall we?

♡Edge Accepts Randy Orton’s Challenge (-)

I mean, duh. God, I am so bored with this. WWE, I played your little game and allowed it with Wrestlemania, since Edge had just come back and let’s face it- I am a big ol’ fan of Adam Copeland. But this is just overworked, overdone, overpromoed, just... over everything. And calling this “the greatest match ever?” Really? In an empty arena and no fans, no pop, no nothing? Please WWE. Chill with that. It just makes me cringe. I could easily list 10 matches of both of theirs that are undoubtedly going to be better than this match. Minus.

♡Murphy vs. Humberto (-)

Jesus christ. I’m sorry, but you cannot take someone who was literally a jobber last week to trying to take on the biggest tag team on RAW. You just can’t do that. You just sent Humberto to the slaughterhouse because you wanted a hispanic wrestler to stand up for a hispanic wrestler. Let’s be real. Now, if Aleister Black had come out for a little pre-match tussle, it would’ve been more forgivable. But this was just random and boring.

♡Charlotte Flair (c) vs. Ruby Riott (-)

Honestly, forgot this match happened. CHARLOTTE FLAIR SHOULD NOT BE ON 3 SHOWS. I see so much of Charlotte Flair during the week that I literally do not care what she does anymore, because I know if she loses a match on Monday, I’ll see her fight on Wednesday and Friday again. Yes, I commend her for working like she does 3 days a week, that must be insane. But it is Charlotte City so much that all of her matches just run together. Give Rhea back the NXT belt, take her off Smackdown, and just keep her on Raw. Less is more here. Also... what is Ruby’s storyline? Redemption? Isn’t that Liv’s story? Like this match just made no sense for either character, unless they’re trying to make Charlotte seem like some tyrant and Ruby even more of a loser than she already is. Seriously, when was the last time that girl won a match? Please don’t turn even more of your female roster into jobbers for the 4HW.

♡Whatever the Asuka thing was (?)

So it got leaked after Becky’s announcement last week that at MITB this year, we were supposed to get Nia Jax vs. Becky, with Nia taking home the belt. But with her sudden pregnancy and Nia not being the most well liked woman on the roster, they figured giving the belt to Asuka was the safest option. Which, yes, that is correct. I get Asuka and Kairi are cute lil weirdos and they play their parts well, but this was a very weird start to the Asuka/Nia feud. It was just kinda sped through and all over the place. However, I did enjoy including Kairi. I am terrified of them splitting up the Kabuki Warriors. I just don’t really know how I feel.

♡R-Truth vs. Bobby Lashley (-)

The only positive out of this is I absolutely adore R-Truth. He is so damn funny (until he puts those damn teeth in) and I cannot wait to see how he gets Gronk. On the other end with Bobby.... I just really don’t care? I mean, 3 weeks ago, we saw the man flip a tire. Like, that was a whole segment. And if you want Bobby to seem like the biggest badass, why oh why would you put him with Truth? Why wouldn’t you have a Jinder Mahal vs. Bobby Lashley for top contender spot? That would be FAR more entertaining then watching Lashley put the beating on Truth every week. MVP is settling quite nicely into the manager position though.

♡Women’s Tag Team Championship (A BIG -)

I AM FURIOUS. ABOUT THIS MATCH. FIRST OF ALL. Fuck WWE for ending it on a DQ, because if it were a male match, it would’ve been completely fine and not mentioned. I am very very tired with womens’ wrestling in WWE being so quick to DQ. Second, why would you have an ACTUAL tag team lose to this awful combo? Put Nikki back in NXT with Sanity; you can’t deny that would bring BIG interest into NXT. Alexa... I don’t know. She has a horrible mean girl thing about her that I can’t take any of her feuds seriously because she reminds me of high school. I truthfully don’t see her in the title picture, especially not with the likes of Nia and Asuka, But you know who she would absolutely kill with? Zelina fucking Vega. Ruby, maybe? Liv even? The combo with Nikki and Alexa is just so awkward and I’m over it. The IIconics are annoying- BUT THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE. You can tell they are best friends and have the best chemistry in and out of the ring. They are so entertaining and a genuinely good team. Please.

♡Shayna Bazler vs. Natalya (-)

Natalya deserves better than a year of losses. That’s all I am going to say about this match. Shayna is very talented and will do very well in the current main title picture.

♡Owens/Crews vs. Andrade/Garza (+) (MVP)

I actually liked this match! Kevin Owens is the fuckin’ man. He is so talented, he’s amazing on the mic, and honestly- he is what kept this episode afloat for me tonight. Plus getting Crews back was amazing; he is the most underused talent on the Raw roster. I enjoyed getting a taste of the Andrade/Garza tag team that’s been rumored for a while and I think once Andrade loses the belt (which is undoubtedly coming shortly), I’d love to see them do some stuff with Street Profits. Or even Mysterio/Black if we get that tag team. I would absolutely love to see Crews get that belt next week, it is time for him to. If he does get it and they’re going the McIntyre/Lashley route they seem to be going on- maybe pair Crews with Jinder? Shelton or Titus maybe? I think that would be great. A lot of potential here. MVP of the night!

♡Murphy vs. Aleister Black and randomly austin theory and seth rollins (?)

So, everyone knows I love me some Aleister Black. I think the man is insanely talented and should be in a title picture ASAP. And honestly, I’m a fan of Murphy too! I think the two of these men have great in-ring chemistry and I enjoy watching them fight. The reason this match is getting a question mark is... Austin Theory? Really? So, I know Theory was kinda brought up to give Angel Garza something to do while Andrade was out on probation, but why on God’s green earth are you going to put him with Seth and Murphy? I was hoping after the split of Zelina’s group, he would go back to NXT and maybe work with Undisputed Era or Cameron Grimes. I also know he’s not been moved from the NXT page on the WWE website to RAW yet. But if you’re planting the seed of him “following” Seth, then when are you going to make that pull official? Should they? No. Theory is not ready yet. He doesn’t have a distinct ring persona yet. Out of the three, Andrade is the cocky workhorse, Garza is the flirty ladies man, and Austin is... there. Send him back and if you want to fill your roster, pull someone who could make some good ass TV (Damien Priest with Aleister Black, thank you).

♡Axe Throwing (+)

Scrolling on Twitter, it seems to be that a lot of people cannot stand the random competitions between the Street Profits and Viking Raiders, but honestly? I’m a fan! With the empty arena era, all of WWE’s matches are just grunts and ring slaps. Long matches become literally miserable to watch (ie. Orton vs. Edge at Wrestlemania 36). Having these random cutaways, while aren’t wrestling, is something different from the usual. And frankly, I’d rather see this than most of the other matches I sat through tonight. I don’t want to see the Street Profits lose their belts just yet, I absolutely adore them, but I think these cutaways are setting up a really fun feud.

♡Drew McIntyre (c) vs. Baron Corbin (-)

Drew wins, fucking obviously. Did people REALLY think Corbin was going to win here? Against Drew, who is literally a tank? No ma’am, not a chance. This was kind of a throw away match just to set up the feud with Drew & Lashley... yawn. MVP is the best part of Bobby Lashley right now. I just love Drew McIntyre so much, I never want him to lose the belt ever. Bobby vs. Drew at Backlash, most likely. Whatever man.

♡General Thoughts

~Please just never let Lana speak anymore. No promos anymore from Lana. ~More Kevin Owens. More Aleister Black. Yes. ~Where the FUCK is Cedric Alexander and Ricochet? Please bring them back, WWE. Please stop destroying legitimately good tag teams. ~Lana Never Speak Again 2020 campaign.

Thanks for reading my rambles and I’ll be back on Wednesday for AEW thoughts. <3

#wwe #wwe raw #monday night raw #raw #mythoughts

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hostgalli19 · 5 years ago

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Markiplier Fluffy Collection Chapter 6: Out of My Hands - Part 1

Chapter Summary: She had crossed the line this time. Dark never wanted to take Mark’s place. Never. But now he had choice.

Note: I'm on a roll today. This chapter takes place in the same universe as The Safety Net, go and read that if you want to understand what's going on here. I didn't intend for this to be finished but it seemed to stop at a perfect place

Length: 1,228 words (2 pages)

Tag List: @wilfordwarfstacheisbae, @matt10nt, @scuttling-thoughtfully, @lamiasluck, @andybemarky, @devon-rever-860

Link on Ao3

Date: 25/12/19 Time: 5:45 pm - 7:41 pm

“Leave him alone, he didn’t do anything to you,” A voice yelled, it sounded like Dark, but not at the same time. Silver, King, Wilford and Bim shared an alarmed look ran into the entryway just in time to see someone fall over the banister, hitting the ground with a sickening crunch. The man's neck-breaking on impact

Silver scrambled away from the man when he realised it was Matthew, well the person looked like Matthew. He looked up to see Damien standing at the banister staring down at him, a horrified look on his face, the familiar ringing sound was defending as Matthews walked out to see what was going on. Stopping in front of his look-alike, crouching down and cursed.

He looked up at who was standing near the banister. Silver looked up and saw Dark, except he didn't like exactly like the Dark they knew. He looked horrified and just shook his head a little backing away from the banister, his eyes starting to water before he disappeared and Matthew's look-alike got up, cracking his neck and looking at his hands. Tears started to leak down his face.

Silver caught him when his legs gave out. He had no idea what was going on but whatever it was, it was serious, otherwise, Matthew's look-alike wouldn't be crying. He didn't appear to be aware he was doing it as blood dripped down the side of his head from a wound. Silver could feel him shaking. He appeared to be going into shock

Matthew reached to touch him but stopped when his look-a-like shook his head. Matthew pulled his look-alike into a hug, he buried his head in Matthew's shoulder as Matthew looked up at Damien, who was leaning against the banister in shock. Silver had no idea what was going on but knew whatever it was, it wasn't good and had to do with the person he knew was standing just out of his sight.

He could hear their heartbeat. It was slightly elevated, but they didn’t seem anywhere near as shocked as everyone else.

“What the hell where you thinking Celine?” Damien finally got over his shock, turned to glare at Celine, who was standing behind him with a smug look on her face, she seemly completely unconcerned. Anything Celine could have said was cut off by the loud pained scream, she leaned over the banister to stare down at Matthew’s look-a-like, he was slumped on his knees screaming.

Celine looked pleased with herself.

Silver, King, Wilford, Bim and Damien were forced to watch as he collapsed on his side before going to completely still, his eyes turned black before fading. Dark appeared again, coughing up blood before curling into a ball, his eyes were flickering. Matthew kneeled next to Dark and gently pulled him up, he didn’t put up any resistance, just burying his head in Matthew’s shoulder, closing his eyes.

“You’re a sick twisted bitch, you’re not going to get away with it,” Dark stated, it sounded like several people were speaking at the same time even as tears dripped down his face, Celine just laughed. Damien looked like he wanted to punch his sister, the only thing stopping him from doing just that was how close they were to the banister. Matthew had a cold look on his face as he stared up them.

“Get away with what. I haven’t done anything wrong,” Celine answered, she only laughed when Damien glared at her. Bim stared at him wondering how Celine thought she was going to get away with this. It was clear by Matthew’s reaction or lack of reaction that Celine had done something wrong.

Dark was smirking up at her like he knew something she didn’t as the shoulders seemed to bend her and Damien.

“We’re aren’t in our universe; this is the main universe. Good luck explaining to Matthew and Cu what you were planning on killing our universe version Mark. Time to pay the piper sweetheart. Did you really think you’d be able to get away with it forever without someone finding out,” Dark replied, Bim stared at him wondering why it sounded like several people were speaking through Dark.

It took him a few seconds to realise that was because several people were speaking through Dark. Google and Bing grabbed Celine before she could say anything, as soon as she was gone Damien collapsed against the banister and Dark started to sob quietly, it sounded strange. Bim stared at the three wondering what the hell was going on.

There was clearly something going on that they didn’t know about.

"We're different. Unlike in this universe, I'm am an ego. Sort of. We're parts of his personality. The Author, Actor and "William Barnum" didn't exist in the real world. He was all of them. Markiplier was a personality he created. Celine made sure Mark was shot in the chest, falling over the banister after having acid thrown in his face.

We had no idea until shortly after Eric and his father were created. Derek was "unwritten". Something about that made Markiplier start to fade. I don't really understand it. Mark was ... different from Markiplier. It took us a little while to get used to the change. We had to figure out a way for him to continue making videos when he was blind.

We figured out a slightly unconventional way to make it work. We would partially possess Mark allowing him to use our eyes while he played the game and did the commentary. It took a lot of practice to make it look natural but we managed. Not ling after that Damien come to visit. He never died.

Well, he did get shot but that's because he was being an idiot-" Dark was cut off when Damien started laughing, he turned and glared at him. There was something so startling about this version of Dark, he felt different.

"It wasn't my fault someone decided to steal his gun, I still don't know how they even found it. I know Mark made sure to lock it in a safe so something like that couldn't happen," Damien answered rolling his eyes as he walked down the stairs.

He looked older than their Damien.

"Celine was likely the one who got into the safe. She did go through all of his paperwork. Are you really surprised that she found the pin to the safe? It wasn't exactly the best," Dark replied, he looked like he was contemplating hitting Damien. Not that Matthew blamed him. Damien was staring him then paled, he looked alarmed.

"Are you certain, she went through all of his paperwork?" Damien questioned, he looked worried, Dark stared at him wondering what was so bad about that. Mark had kept all his sensitive information in a place Celine could never find it and a place she would never think to look. He got the feeling Damien was more worried about Mark's personal information.

"He got incredibly upset at her for going through the stuff in the filing cabinet he kept in your office. The one with all the information about his scripts and that leather-bound manuscript he freaked out over you touching" Dark answered, his voice sounded different. It took Matthew a few seconds to realise Wilford was the one speaking.

Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I’ll see you next year ;)

#Damien | The Mayor (Who Killed Markiplier)#Wilford Warfstache #Celine | The Seer (Who Killed Markiplier)#Markiplier #silver shepard #king of the squirrels #bim trimmer

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smoochcal · 6 years ago

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numb without you (part four)

a/n: I am trying to update this series as often as I can and luckily his week my work load has not been that much but please understand if I don’t update this series every day it is purely because I am busy with school and other things not because I did not want to update. that being said, thank you so much for your constant love and support. I might change my update schedule to be that I start writing the next part when the previous part gets 25 notes because as of right now part three has 14 notes and I am sure we can get that to 25 easily if everyone who reads this sends the link to their friends or reblogs :) please please please inbox me your feedback because I would love to hear from you guys on how you like (or don’t like) my writing style and how often I update etc. once I figure out how to make a tag list I can definitely tag any of my active readers if possible. I am still quite new to posting original content on tumblr so I will also try to get a masterlist link up soon and post the previous part in the beginning of this series. thank you for your continuous support of this series and my writing and if you want to have me write something different about any of the other 5sos boys just inbox me and I will try to write a blurb based off what info you give me :) happy reading!

pairing: readerxluke

word count: 1.7 k

summary: you go to your first doctor’s appointment to get more information on what is happening, and some surprise visitors join you

playlist: numb without you by the maine, high hopes by panic! at the disco

rating: PG-13

warnings: swearing, doctor’s visit, soft soft soft

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Y/N’s POV:

Just another Monday morning, that’s all today is. Yeah you aren’t going to work, but that should be something you celebrate not sulk over. You just know that today will definitely confirm what you have suspected. You will for sure be told by your doctor that you are pregnant today in the matter of a few hours, actually. Calum said he would go with you. He’s been calling every day to check up on you. You don’t necessarily mind him checking up on you, it is just kind of weird considering you two have never really been that close. This is something Luke should be doing. You hate to compare them, but that is all you can think about right now.

Luke hasn’t talked to you since Thursday night when he found out exactly what is going on between you and Calum. You hate that you left things the way you did but you can’t really change that considering he hasn’t answered your calls or texts or multiple FaceTimes. You suppose you could go and see him at his place, but you don’t know his schedule and you hate showing up to places unannounced and uninvited. You do miss him though. More than anything. I mean the two of you are best friends. You can’t even remember the last time you and Luke had gone this long without talking to one another. And you are pretty sure that is what hurts the most. The fact that in any other circumstance he would be the one by your side through all of this. The doctor appointments, the morning sickness, the midday naps, all of it.

You shake the thought from your mind and look in your closet to find something to wear. Calum said he would meet you at the OBGYN’s office ten minutes before the scheduled appointment. That gives you twenty minutes before you have to leave your apartment. You don’t even bother to put on makeup, and you dress yourself in a pair of leggings and a flowy shirt. You aren’t showing yet, but you want to be careful just in case. Not like anyone at this kind of a doctor’s office would care if you were showing. You mainly dressed this way to give yourself some peace of mind. You brush your teeth quickly and put on a pair of tennis shoes before grabbing your car keys and heading over to meet Calum at the appointment.

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Calum’s POV:

I can’t believe him. Actually, no I can. Of course, Luke would do something like this. I know that he is her best friend or whatever, but he doesn’t get to swoop in and save the day at this doctor’s appointment. Especially not after he has spent the past four days ignoring Y/N. She doesn’t deserve that. She doesn’t deserve any of this. I was so stupid. A stupid mistake that is now going to effectively ruin both of our lives. It doesn’t matter that I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. Or that I have always had a small crush on Y/N. We aren’t going to ponder that last bit.

Anyway, here I am about to get in the car and meet Y/N at the doctor when Hemmings shows up at my doorstep waiting for me to leave my house. He gave me a whole speech on how he needs to be there for her just as much as I need to be there for the baby. Which I personally think is a load of bullshit, but he literally stood in front of my car and didn’t let me go anywhere until I let him come with me. He hasn’t returned her calls or messages, but sure he’s allowed to show up unannounced and uninvited to the first doctor’s appointment. Sure, she’s going to forgive him right on the spot like he hasn’t been a complete ass to her these past couple days when she needed him most.

He keeps flipping between the various radio stations just to add to how obnoxious he is being. I know he is supposed to be a good friend of mine and all, but I really cannot stand him this morning. He is singing along to High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco as it was on the station Luke finally landed on during his channel surfing. I’m driving fairly quick trying to get to the appointment exactly ten minutes before it starts like I told Y/N I would. I would have been perfectly on time without driving like a maniac if it wasn’t for mister save the day now sitting in my passenger seat. I wish I wasn’t so angry at him, but I honestly have every reason to be.

Finally, I pull into a parking spot and am walking up the steps of the hospital where I am supposed to meet Y/N with Luke following close behind me.

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Y/N’s POV:

You can’t believe your eyes. Calum met me at the hospital just like he promised, but what he failed to mention is that the person of the hour, Luke, would be joining us. In any other circumstance you would be elated to see Luke here, but not today. Not here, not now. You were nervous enough to see your doctor today and discuss your pregnancy but adding the stress of your situation with Luke was not helping anything.

The three of you sit awkwardly in the waiting room, waiting for one of the nurses to call you back. You know both Luke and Calum could tell that you were nervous, but neither of them wanted to help out apparently. You took a couple deep breaths and sat impatiently waiting for your name to be called. The time was crawling by and you really had to pee. You told Calum you were going to be back in a bit and left to use the bathroom. You didn’t tell Luke because you were still mad at him plus, he could probably figure it out if he used his head.

You were back in less than five minutes and right before you sat back down the nurse called you back. You quickly made your way to the door with Calum and Luke close behind you. You sat on the end of the examination table as you told the nurse your age, when you last had your period, and a bunch of other routine stuff. Once that was all documented, she left you three alone and told you that your doctor would be in soon.

“Well this is super awkward,” Luke said breaking the silence of almost three minutes.

“Wouldn’t be so awkward if you didn’t insist on tagging along,” Calum rebutted, his snarky tone obviously getting under Luke’s skin.

“Would you two quit already? Yeah, it’s awkward but you two aren’t helping how I feel in this situation at all. Now either shut up or quit being mean to one another because whether you like it or not you are both here together to support me and this baby even if a certain SOMEONE did not apologize for the way he lashed out at me last week,” you respond, clearly upset with the both of them.

As soon as you end your little speech and Luke starts to open his mouth the doctor knocks on the door and enters the room. She goes over your chart and asks if you have started experiencing any morning sickness which luckily you have not. She asks a couple other questions before she has you go into the bathroom to get a urine sample. She already thinks you are pregnant, but she wants the lab results to confirm this.

Once you give the lab technician your sample, she runs it through the system. By the time you get back to the examination room the results are in. The doctor announces that your test results confirm your pregnancy and asks you to lay down on the exam table and lift up your shirt for your first ultrasound. You are nervous but Calum sits next to you and squeezes your hand. Luke stands at the other end of the room so he could still see the monitor but also, so he is not in the way of anything.

The gel is cool on your stomach which was to be expected but it still caused a couple goosebumps to form along your arms. Usually an ultrasound isn’t routine for your first visit, but you were expected to be far enough along that you could have one done right away. The doctor slowly moved the wand over the gel on your abdomen and watched the monitor to see what you guys were working with. Finally, after what seems like an hour of searching a little image shows up on the monitor. What looks like nothing more than a dark grey blob will soon be a tiny baby in your arms.

The doctor announces that your baby is that blob on the screen and immediately you feel your eyes leak out a couple of salty tears. You were never one to be overly emotional, but you couldn’t help it. That is your baby on the screen. Yours and Calum’s baby. Calum squeezes your hand a little tighter and Luke smiles as all of your eyes are glued to the screen in front of you. The doctor asks if any of you want pictures from the ultrasound to take home with you even though you can’t see much. The three of you nod your heads almost simultaneously which makes her smile and she grabs them for you and tells you about the prenatal supplements you should start taking along with explaining what you should expect from now until the next time you are in her office.

On your way home from the office, Luke asks if he can ride with you. You are about to say you don’t think that is the best idea when Calum gives you a Luke that basically tells you to hear him out. You sigh but decide to listen to Calum’s advice assuming that it would probably be easier on Calum anyway to have some alone time without Luke for once. You walk to your car with Luke trailing behind you as you tell Calum you will meet him back at your apartment. You open your car door and sit down before Luke sighs and starts his lengthy apology.

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myrrtheapprentice · 5 years ago

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Lost Memories

(( This is loosely based on a few things from my life. Some are hyperbolic. Some aren’t. I am fine. I just found myself dwelling on them lately, and thought this might be a good way to get them out. TW: anxiety, panic attack, intrusive thinking, depression. Reader discretion advised) .

( 4080 word count, so long post ^^; @asrasotherbottom , I hope you don’t mind me tagging you since you seemed interested ^^;

Myrr was running back to the shop. Leaves fluttering around her ankles as she took a new shortcut, determined to beat Asra back to the shop, just this once. Her bag of books knocked against her thigh as she cornered hard into an alley. She almost laughed a little, feeling a little exhalated in the competition.

A man popped out of nowhere in the tight alley. He was just a head taller than her, scruffy and dirty. He was muscular enough to give most pause. A crooked grin spread across his mouth as he saw her, making her skin crawl. Her heart was beating fast, and it wasn’t just from the run. Everything about this screamed danger.

She came to a dead stop and pivoted run when he darted forward. The man grabbed arm hard. Her glasses fell off her face as he jerked her closer and were completely crushed under his feet. His grip tightened on her arm as he backed her closer to the wall. She could smell the rancid odor of stale beer on his breath as he leered into her face.

Her magic was already welling in her fingers, the shock the only thing having kept her from immediately acting. Then two things happened simultaneously; the wind started to pick up around them as she intended to throw him back. Sable tried to leap from her shoulder to bite the ruffian. He simply batted the poor fox down the alley, causing her to open her mouth to cry out.

Before a single sound could leave her, the man had a calloused hand around her neck, and had pushed her roughly against the wall. He squeezed lightly, but it wasn’t enough to keep her from breathing. Her mind completely went blank as she went into shock. She couldn’t think what to do. He was touching her neck. She couldn’t breathe. He was touching her neck. She couldn’t breathe. Her body was screaming for her to do anything, but her brain just couldn’t process it.

He chuckled darkly as she went limp in his hand, not concerned that she was barely even breathing. Why should he? She should have put up more of a fight. Blood was trickling in her hair where it had struck the wall. His hands were digging in her bag, running over her clothed body looking for anything of value.

“Useless.” He spat on her cheek while his grip tightened. She closed her eyes. That word caused what little breath she had catch in her chest. Tears pricked her eyes. Just stay still. It’ll be over soon. Just stay still...

A current of air ripped him away from her, allowing her to slip down the wall into a heap. Her eyes were still shut, barely registering the sound of him crunching against the opposing wall. A tiny cold nose pressed against her cheek as Sable crawled into her lap. Someone was calling her name. Someone touched her, gently shaking her shoulder as his voice got more desperate. Her eyes fluttered open meeting Asra’s, concern and guilt swimming in them. She hadn’t seen the rage that had been in them. The posters, banner, loose bricks that had been pull from the walls. His hand was on her cheek, as he repeated something. It felt everything was on a delay to her brain.

“Breath. Myrr, please. Breath.” He begged, only stopping once he noticed her eyes dip to his chest. Myrr just looking a reference to help get her breath back under her . Gently putting a hand under her chin, he made her look at him as he took slow measured breaths for her to copy. Once she was breathing normally again, the worries and apologies came pouring out as he gently started to check her over for injuries. “Myrr I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you. It was stupid of us to race. Oh gods, your head is bleeding! Here, let me.” Gently he pulled her forward to check the damage. The whole conversation was one sided as she let him move her around like a rag doll.

The only thing that sparked her to life was when his fingers moved from the back of her head, touching the dark purple bruise on her neck. She let out a strangle croak and back away, fear in her eyes. “Oh Myrr. I’m so sorry. I won’t touch it again.” A gloss of tears covered his eyes. She didn’t remember most of her past, why did she have to remember this? This was his fault. He should have known better.

His heart broke a little to see her gazing at him like a caged animal. Slow he reached out and touched her hand. “I got you. You’re safe now. Let’s go home. Back to the shop.” He said softly, smiling reassuringly at her. Tentatively she squeezed his fingers as her eyes slid from his to the ground. After a moment, she nodded slowly her brain still on lock down. Asra asked if he could pick her up. It took another moment for her to nod. Putting her bag across his shoulders, he wrapped his coat around her, shivering a little in the chill air. She put her arms around loosely around his shoulders as he scooped her up.

He told a passing guard to pick up the human garbage down the alley as he immerged onto a main street. The iciness in his voice was more than enough to motivate the guard. He’d have to pay Nadia a visit. He was sure she’d want to know what kind of trash attacked her magician. He tighten his grip on her as another short wave of anger and guilt washed over him.

Soon enough, he’d pushed open the back door to the shop and carried her inside. The warmth and familiarity of the shop calmed her a little as her settle a little more. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head. He didn’t push her to talk, though he did make sure a warm cup of tea was in her hands. He’d dug out a pair of her old specks she’d kept in case she’d lost her good pair. While she changed, she sipped her tea. She didn’t mind that Asra looked her over for any injuries he might have missed while she pulled on a baggy sweater and a long thick skirt. It was unseasonably cold, frost starting to grow into patterns on the windows.

She hated how elusive her memories could be. Why had she reacted like that? What was this voice still doing in her head? Something in her snapped and had left her broken. It’d take a while for her to come to terms with the loss of her past but based on the flickers, she was glad for it. The fragments always seemed to be laced with anger, fear, and hate when they weren’t ones from after she’d met Asra; before their adventures with Muriel, and Morga to chain the devil.

She pressed her palms to her temples, frustration radiating off her. An island. A mountain. That face. That voice. Telling her… Telling her. A few tears leaked from her eyes as she felt a gentle pair of hands pull her hands away. “Myrr. You know you can tell me anything, right? You don’t have to, but I’m here. Do you have a headache? What can I do to help you?” Asra asked softly, worry in his eyes though there was a soft comforting smile on his face. Gingerly, he brushed her tears from her cheek still holding one of her hands.

Myrr leaned against his shoulder, letting him wrap her in both a comforting embrace and a soft blanket. “I know. Thank you. It means a lot. I. Well, I have a little headache. I’ll be fine, promise.” He knew her better than anyone, but she still was cautious about asking about her past.

She’d never shut down completely before, but her neck had always been a sensitive area. She hated anything touching it, let alone anyone touching her there. She’d always get uncomfortable and quiet before when people would brush her neck or unwittingly wrap a scarf or drape a necklace around it. Sable was the one exception, and even that had taken a while. The little fennec fox would bite or scratch anyone that tried, even if her little bite usually were more like nibbles.

She let out a long sigh that made Asra hold her a little tighter. “Asra, I think I might go for a walk. I need to clear my head.” Asra pulled back to study her face. He what he saw didn’t inspire anything but more worry. “It’s late. Let me come with you. I want to make sure you’re safe.” There was a definite push to his words, a little desperation. He was loath to leave her alone, especially outside the safety of the shop.

The tone gave her pause, but she didn’t want to pull him along. Not this time. She didn’t want to burden him anymore. “I need to think. I need to go I’ll be safe. I promise. I’ll take extra protection charms. I’ll walk by Muriel’s. I’ll be going to the woods… I’ll take the bow with me.” Asra kept searching her face, not liking this, but also seeing she wasn’t going to budge either. If she was willing to tote the bow around with her, she must be serious. “I just want to walk in the snow in the moonlight. I probably won’t see another soul. I’ll be back in the morning. I’ll make us breakfast. I know who can get me the freshest eggs, you know.” A tiny smile touched the corners of her mouth He pulled her into a tight embrace, not able to deny her. “Let me put a few protection spells on you, and wrap you up tight, okay?”

“Of course. Thank you for looking out for me. I’ll be okay.” True to his word, he helped her bundle up in a long coat, and after a little coaxing a scarf she loosely wrapped around her neck. Asra didn’t think she noticed the extra protection charm he slipped into the coat pocket. It made a ghost of a smile flicker across her face. If anything happened, the charm that paired with it would warm up as long as he was with in range. “I doubt you’ll listen, but if you can, get some sleep. Can you look out for him for me Faust?” She asked softly, giving her a long stroke down her back. “Yes!” Faust wound around Asra’s shoulders before leaning out to boop her nose. “Safe?” Faust got a smile out of her, which got Asra to relax a tad. “I’ll be safe. I’ll seeya in the morning. Both of you.” Asra pulled her into another tight hug as Faust wrapped around their shoulders a moment. “Take care. I’ll expect you bright and early, sunshine.” He was still worried as a little puff of breezy born snow came in as she left.

Myrr was not stranger to midnight wanderings. She often taken them with Asra, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to take them alone either. The stars were cold and bright as a few clouds blew languidly across the sky and the crescent of a moon. The bow was slung over her shoulder, one hand toying with the scarf as she walked through the empty streets towards the forest; she didn’t see single other soul.

Passing under the trees, she felt at home in the calm quiet of the snow-covered woods. Most would find the silence imposing, but she found it comforting. Mysterious, tiny creatures blinking out from the tree. The soft gentle whoosh of the chill breeze through the branches. A distance tinkle of running water. Little dust devils of snow appeared among the trees. There was nothing there but her and the wilderness.

Walking past Muriel’s, she paused a moment. There was no way she’d wake him up at this ungodly hour, but a low hanging branch near here seemed a good place to abandon her scarf. She’d pick it up on her way back.

Unbeknownst to her, Inanna prick up her ears at the sound of someone outside. A low growl came from her, until she recognized her scent. Stretching her legs, she sat up and waited for Myrr to come in. What else would she be doing this late at night, outside in the cold? Impatiently, she waited a handful of minutes before her ears went flat. Where was that silly girl? The wolf did not like it, and soon had pounced onto Muriel.

He woke with a start, Inanna’s snoot in his face. He had a comical look of surprise on his face, but it soon disappeared once Inanna explained that Myrr was in the woods, alone. That got him out of bed quick. He pulled on his heavier cloak and was quickly out the door with Inanna. He paused a moment, surprised at the snow that lay a few inches high drifts on the ground. He saw her footprints first, then the scarf hanging haphazardly on the tree branch. Quickly he pulled it on before following her tracks. He couldn’t help burying his face into it as it smelt like lavender, like her. Though he’d say it was to keep the nip of the wind off his face.

Myrr wasn’t hard to track, even with the lightly drifting snow filling in some of her footprints. He looked past her at first, his eyes still following her tracks. His breath caught in his chest as he saw the footprints stop at the river’s edge. The water was flowing fast from recent rains. She couldn’t have.... Inanna let out a little whuff, ears perking up as she saw the girl. He let out the breath he’d been holding, when he finally spotted her sitting under the molting willow tree. A smile twitched on his lips in relief, but it disappeared as he saw the dark black and blue finger marks around her neck. Her nose was dark pink as were the tips of her ears poking out from that golden hair of hers. The frozen tear tracks on her face made his heart twist. Her whole posture read, defeated and scared. Thought there was a touch of defiance with her head back to look at the moon instead of gazing at the ground. She had always been smaller than him, but she looked fragile now. It was unsettling to see someone he thought to be so strong.

Inanna lopped ahead of him, putting her large head in Myrr’s lap. A soft, sad smile crossed her features as she reached down to scratch her behind the ears. “Did I wake you? I’m sorry, Inanna.” Inanna huffed and looked pointedly back at the uncomfortable looking Muriel. Myrr quickly hitched her coat a little higher on her, trying to hide the bruises he’s already seen. “Oh, Hi Muriel. I’m sorry if I woke you too. I guess I should have taken the long route. I’m fine, if you want to go back to bed, but you’re welcome to stay, if you like.”

Slowly he came over to sit next to her, wary of touching her. He didn’t want to add to her pain. “You’re hurt. You should be inside.” He said quietly, wishing he had more of an idea on what to do. What had Asra told him? ‘Ask yourself what she’d do for you’? It seemed silly advice, but it was all he had now. They sat in the stillness of the night, breaths coming out in small puffs of white.

“I know. I just. I needed to clear my head. Something happened today. Heh. You can probably already see that much. It just. I brought back a sliver of a memory, and it just won’t leave me be. Stupid voice in my head won’t go like it normally does…. And what if its right. But don’t you worry. I’m fine.” She trailed off, shivering as she stared unfocused on a patch of snow in front of them as the top was blown into the river. He’d never heard her sound, shaken even with her effort to attempt to be cheerful. There was a strain to her voice betrayed the fresh wave of tears she was holding in. Muriel fidgeted, playing with her scarf that he wore now. “What. What does it say? If you want to talk about it… ” He asked softly, just wanting to help.

Myrr bit her lip, carefully considering her words. She wasn’t sure how much she’d known Muriel in her past, but she didn’t think her being open would hurt him. Not like she was convinced it would hurt Asra. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to talk about it? Opening her mouth, she let out a long sigh. “The voice in my head?... Useless. Always useless, disappointing. Peculiar, repugnant, beast of a girl. You’d never fit. Fit in. Anywhere. Loathsome witch…. Disgrace….”

Once she started, more words just feel from her lips as more images came to light. Her. Her family had hated, cast her out. They had known she was useless. Cause she was a girl? Different? with magic? She never wanted to remember this. She’d always been insecure, so the words about her inability to fit in or being worth anything cut deep. It reassured the parts of herself that she hated, and that caused her to hate herself. Before she began to get the flickers of memory, she’d already felt that way. She’d felt that Asra was disappointed in her for something. That she might have been something more before she’d woke up barely remembering her name.

Muriel just stared at her as her hands came up to cover her eyes while she began to sob. But she’d always been above it. Kind, strong, patient, beautiful Myrr. The fact that she’d given credence to any of that caused a few tears to prick his own eyes. Gingerly, as if she was made of glass, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. She started but leaning against him after a split second. “I think you fit perfectly right here.” He whispered, watching her closely even if he was flushing. Though a little smile flitted across her face, and he felt her shoulders bounce a little as if she held in a chuckle. Another little silent chuckled ran through her as Inanna huffed, and nuzzled into her pink fingers. “I. I’m sorry you remembered that. Especially since none of that is true.”

There was nothing but sincerity in Muriel’s words. Muriel would never waste words for something like pity. Her own face flushed a little as he reached up to brush away her tears. Her face was so cold. Shifting a little, he made sure as much of her as possible was cover by his cloak. “I’ll try to believe it. It’s just tough sometimes when your head and your heart don’t agree. Muri, can I ask you something? Do. Do you ever just want to disappear…”

Muriel just stared at her. Something fathomless in his eyes, though there was mostly just deep concern, sympathy, and fear in his mind. He had that thought many times in his past, but she didn’t need to hear that. His thoughts flew a mile a minute, wanting to find the right thing to say. What if he said the wrong thing? He wouldn’t be able to handle it if he lost her because of something he’d say or left unsaid. As he searched for the right words his grip tightened on her waist.

“I guess, I just feel like things would have been better for you, for Asra, if he’d never met me the first time. You could have lived uncomplicated lives. Asra. Asra wouldn’t have had to make a deal with the devil… I can’t change the past, but if I disappeared now. I wouldn’t be a burden to you both. I wouldn’t bother you anymore with my chatter, or anything. It could go back to just being you and Inanna. Wouldn’t it be better?” She mumbled, more to herself than him. That was why she’d come out to think in the first place. To feel the cold of the air, the muffled sounds of the woods at night, and decide if she was worth the trouble.

To his dismay, it seemed as solid she seemed in his arm, listening to her felt like she was fading away right there. “No, Myrr, Never. You’re too important to disappear. I want you here, in my life. Asra wants you in his.” Inanna leaned up to press her nose to the girls with a derisive huff, that Myrr didn’t need translated for her. As the wolf settled down again, she felt something warm drip on her hand. To her shock, she saw Muriel had tears dripping down his own cheeks now.

As she leaned up to brush his tears away, Muriel delicately wrapped both his arms around her. It was all he could think to do, to shelter her from the world and her own thoughts. His heart shattered to even imagine his life with her not in it. No more trips through the forest as they talked about their days, interests, or just some pretty patches of flowers. Quiet days in the hut with Inanna. He wouldn’t get to watch her read and the faces she’d make in reaction to the stories. Her dozing off peacefully in front of the fire with her glasses almost falling off her face. Those soft touches, and sweet kisses gone from his life. “You help make me better. You make me smile when you visit. Having you in my life makes it brighter. I. I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like you were a burden. You’ve never been one. Don’t go. Please.” His voice shook, desperate to help though he wasn’t sure he’d found the right words.

Myrr’s shock had soften a little, as something hit her. If she disappeared. Just like that. She’d be leaving a hole in his life, in everyone’s life that she cared about. She’d be doing the one thing she strived against. She’d be harming the ones she loved, deeply, and that was something she could not do. She might hurt, the voices in her head might be loud, but she had to keep going because others needed and wanted her in their lives. She felt selfish now, but at least she had found something to cling to when the darkness threatened to swallow her whole.

Her voice was tiny, soft, but firm. There was that warmth that Muriel loved kindling in it once more. “I won’t. I promise. Muriel. I am sorry for this. For hurting you like this. I hope you can forgive me. You never made me feel like a burden, just my twisting thoughts. Thank you. For listening. I never wanted anyone to hear that but getting it out helps... Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around him and held him just as tight as he held her. Nothing was said for a while, as the pair just clung to each other and let their tears run their course.

After a while, he’d settled her in his lap still holding her. After hearing the dark thoughts in her head, ones he knew too well, he didn’t want to let her go. “I will listen any time you need it. We promise to protect each other, right? I think that also means from ourselves. You don’t have to fight the thoughts alone. Just talk to me, and I’ll listen.” He whispered to her, feeling that those words felt right. A soft thank you came from her. He almost didn’t hear it.

Looking over the horizon, there was a little break in the trees where the river ran. The sun started to peak over the horizon, its rays dancing over the glittering snow. It chased the dark away, making the world look bright and new under its fluffy white blanket. The trees glistened, and a few birds started to sing. Peaches, and pinks colored the sky. It was brilliant and beautiful. The cold didn’t seem to bite as hard. In the light of day, it Myrr felt it would be alright. Especially with people to lean on.

#long post #asra #muriel #myrr x muriel #(though this is not romantic in the slightest)

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elizaviento · 6 years ago

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Protect & Serve

Okay. @lolliequinn gave me the inspiration for this Cop Rick x Reader fic that’s been brewing in my head for the last few days. This first chapter contains a good bit of the Reader’s back story and, yes, this will be another multi-chapter affair. (Although, it won’t be nearly as long as Assimilation. You’re welcome, lol.) Anyway, without further delay--

Protect & Serve (part 1)

(Cop Rick x Reader)

SFW (for now, but not for long)

(FYI: Additional chapters of Protect & Serve can be found in the Rick Fic Masterpost link in my blog description. Or, you can click the #protect & serve tag in this post, within my blog, to access additional chapters.)

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I met my first Morty a year and a half ago. I had been brought in to assist with an initial evaluation at the group home he was assigned to three weeks after his entire family had disappeared. The exact circumstances that led to the disappearance were hazy at best and all anyone could seem to get from the poor boy is that his grandfather was the ultimate culprit. Every other detail Morty begrudgingly divulged seemed ripped from a fever dream; talk of portals, interdimensional travel, alien worlds, alternate realities, infinite versions of not only himself but of nearly every person in existence. Yeah, I had seen more than my share of cheesy science fiction films, but none were ever as descriptive or – dare I say – believable as what poured from Morty Smith’s mouth.

Eventually, he was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic and was put on so many medications that he soon became just a shell of a boy. I continued to see him on a regular schedule; no less than once a week. When he wasn’t drugged up into a near catatonic state, he seemed happy to see me. I would try my best to get to the truth of what happened to him and his family, but he would either constantly change the subject or tell the same story he’d asserted time and time again. After several months of this, I changed my tactic and just tried to be a friend to him. I would show up to our weekly appointments with games, candy and junk food and spend our allotted hour trying my best to go over his personal goals which consisted of relaxation techniques, educational milestones and socialization. He was a sweet boy and I felt him growing on me as the months passed. And, even though his trauma was severe, I could see the curious, fun loving side of him hiding just underneath.

Then, one day, he was gone.

I’d arrived to the group home at the same day and time as I usually did, expecting to see him either in his room or in the common area playing video games. But, when I checked in with the receptionist, she told me to take a seat and the director of the home would be by to fetch me shortly.

“I’m sorry to be the one to inform you, but Morty Smith was claimed by a relative last week, right after your last visit,” the director said when we were securely behind the closed door of his office.

“How is that possible? It says in his chart that he has no other family. He’s essentially an orphan.” I opened his chart and began scanning through the information for what felt like the millionth time since he’d been assigned to me just shy of 6 months earlier.

“A man showed up claiming to be his grandfather’s twin brother. After searching through family records, we confirmed his story.”

“Okay,” I replied, pinching the bridge of my nose. “But that still doesn’t explain how this man was able to just take Morty and stroll away with him. Morty was court ordered to this home. There would have to be another court hearing to determine if that man was even fit to care for Morty, given his serious diagnosis!” I was beginning to raise my voice in ire as I continued to explain my position. There was no way any of this could be possible just from a legal standpoint alone, not to mention an ethical standpoint.

The director just blinked at me and gave the same speech he’d given seconds earlier. It was like he was in some type of trance and any countering argument or insistence of further information was swiftly knocked down.

“Fine.” I conceded, standing from my chair to prepare to leave. “Then I have no choice but to report this to the state’s child protective services. I have a duty to Morty as his case worker to make sure he is cared for and safe and I have not been given the proper assurances or required documentation. I’m also going to note in my report that you, personally, have neglected your professional duties as the director of this facility.” And, with that, I left.

When I made it to the sanctuary of my car, I couldn’t stop the tears that stung my eyes and leaked down my cheeks. It was a blessing but also a curse that I had a personal conviction to care for children such as Morty. I didn’t know if I would ever find out what happened to him, but I swore to myself – and to him – that I would try my best.

However, when I finally got home that evening, I was shocked to find him sitting on my living room couch.

“Morty! What the hell?!” I screamed, startled. I dropped my bags on the floor to quickly closed the distance between us, kneeling directly in front of him. How did he get in here? How did he even know where I lived?

The first thing that struck me is that he looked… different. He had put on weight – no longer the bone thin boy who hardly ate during meal times – and was dressed in a suit and tie. His hair was slicked back and he no longer sported dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a normal teenage boy dressed up for a junior high school dance.

He didn’t speak. At least, not at first. He only placed a hand on my shoulder with a calm smile and turned his head in the direction of my dining room where a man sat in one of the chairs. He was dressed in some type of guard uniform and looked eerily familiar.

“What’s going on here, Morty? I was at the group home today and they said you were released to your grandfather’s twin brother.” And, that’s when it hit me. The man sitting in my dining room looked identical to the photos I’d seen in Morty’s file of his grandfather, Rick Sanchez. “Is that him?” I asked. Then, leaning closer and lowering my voice - “Or is that Rick?”

Regardless of how discrete I had tried to be, the man had obviously heard me as he quickly rose from his seat and began to approach Morty and I. Instinctively, I shifted my crouched position so that my body was completely in front of Morty, attempting to shield him from any harm the man may try to inflict.

“It’s okay,” I heard Morty say from behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder once again. He sounded calm and lucid which immediately took me aback. “I’m not the Morty you think I am. But, I’ve been watching you and I’m very impressed with the dedication you’ve shown to the Morty of this dimension. We could really use someone with your type of character on the Citadel to help other wayward Mortys.”

At this point, I was completely speechless and felt my stomach drop to my toes. Morty – my Morty – had spoken of the Citadel many times during his, what I assumed to be, psychotic ramblings. Could it have all been true? No, it couldn’t be…

The man dressed in the guard uniform was now standing directly in front of me and was offering his leather gloved hand. Seemingly running on autopilot, I took it and allowed him to pull me to my feet and slightly away from Morty. Then, I heard the flush of a toilet and whipped my head toward my bathroom as it opened to reveal Morty – another Morty. This one was dressed in a white button down oxford shirt and black slacks and was carrying a briefcase. Around his neck, there was an ID badge that read –

Morty Smith N-1519 – Personal Assistant to the President

“Mr. President –” the other Morty began, glancing at his watch, “– we need to get back soon. You have a speech in two hours and you must prepare.”

Morty – President Morty? – nodded and turned his attention back to me. “The Morty from this dimension is fine, by the way. We took him to the Citadel last week. You’re more than welcome to see him, if you decide to join us. So, what do you say?”

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A year later, I found myself standing outside of a run down, abandoned building in the middle of what the locals called ‘Morty Town’, waiting for my mandated and mandatory Citadel Police Department escort. As I flipped through the files of each Morty suspected to be squatting in the building, my mind began to wonder back to that night, when my life was flipped upside down. As I stood here now, I didn’t regret my decision to move to the Citadel. It was actually very easy to leave my old life behind considering most of my family lived on the other side of the country and I didn’t have many friends to speak of since I was a self proclaimed workaholic. Once I had agreed, President Morty gave me two weeks to settle things in my home dimension before sending his assistant and the guard back to fetch me. He then gave me an additional two weeks to acclimate myself to Citadel life, which was decidedly more difficult.

Mortys and Ricks. Ricks and Mortys. Everywhere.

I’d never met a Rick before that night in my apartment. But, being thrown into an entire space station full of them was very unsettling. Mostly because they were all exactly alike but incredibly different. It was an oxymoron of there ever was one and I fumbled through the nuances of daily life among them.

Getting used to the throngs of Mortys was just as difficult, which is something I should have expected. Thousand and thousands of 14 year old boys stuck in the middle of space with almost no females – of course it was an adjustment, to say least. Despite the constant giggling, red faces and awkward flirting, most of them were joys to work with – except for the ones that weren’t. But, those were different stories in and of themselves and the main reason I was recruited and voluntarily gave up my life on earth to come here.

I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts when I heard the crunch of tires on the gravel covered asphalt and turned my body to face the police cruiser as it approached and parked just behind my car.

“Hello, Officer Sanchez,” I greeted with a smile as he stepped out of the cruiser and adjusted his utility belt. He gave me a small smile in return as he strolled toward me with his hands in his pockets.

“Just call me –”

“Just call you Rick,” I cut in, smiling wider. We played this game almost every time he was required to meet me for what was mandated as a ‘risky’ assignment and somehow, it hadn’t gotten old. At least, not for me.

“One cream, no sugar,” I said, plucking a cup of coffee from the drink holder on the roof of my car to hand to him.

“Uh, thanks. You didn’t have to –”

“I know,” I acknowledged, cutting him off again. I seemed to do that an awful lot and it sent a frustrated blush to my cheeks every time. “Just consider it a ‘thank you’, okay? I know it’s your job to come assist me with these visits but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

He only nodded in response as he took the cup from my outstretched hand, his fingers lightly brushing mine in the process. Immediately, my neck and cheeks flushed anew.

Damn it.

As much as I hated to admit it, I had been harboring a crush on Officer Sanchez for most of the year I’d been here. The first time I found out that I was required to take a police escort on ‘risky’ visits, I had been offended. I was a seasoned professional at that point and knew how to take care of myself in iffy situations. I had even taken self defense classes and carried mace on me at all times. I tried arguing this point with my boss - another Rick - and even went to President Morty myself, but it was hopeless.

“You’re the best we’ve got. Most of the Mortys trust you but you know first hand that some of them have been traumatized well beyond trusting anyone. This is for your own safety.” He then left me standing in the waiting room outside his office, frustrated and determined to make miserable any officer who was unlucky enough to be stuck with me. What an absolute brat I had been.

“What – what do we got?” Rick asked me, taking a sip of his coffee and leaning casually against the side of my car.

“Um – looks like four Mortys are squatting in this building. All of them are presumed to have been caught up in the unsanctioned Pocket Mortys ring and are most likely still chipped,” I replied, flipping through the files to try to familiarize myself with each Morty’s individual look.

“Yep,” he agreed, placing the coffee back on the hood of my car to check his utility belt. He pulled out a taser and handed it to me. “Take this.”

“Rick, you know I can’t –”

“Just – just take it,” he interrupted, grabbing my hand and thrusting the weapon into my open palm.

I relented with a sigh and shoved it in the back pocket of my jeans before pulling an elastic band from the opposite pocket. I then proceeded to tie my hair up into a tight bun, remove my earrings and other jewelry, and pull the belt from the loops of my jeans. I’d worked with troubled kids long enough to know that the first rule of thumb is to never give them something to grab on to.

After throwing the jewelry and belt into my car, I took a huge gulp from my coffee and dumped the remainder on the asphalt.

“Ready?” he asked, removing his sunglasses and tucking them into his pocket so I could finally see his breathtaking brown eyes.

“Yeah. Let’s get this over with.”

To be continued...

P.S. Thanks for reading! I think this will be a fun journey. :)

#rick and morty #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez #fanfiction #cop rick #cop rick x reader #protect & serve

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