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endlesslystarlitskies · 2 years ago

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Lost and Found- Part 13

A/N: PLEASE READ. Okay, so this chapter might be the source for all my nervousness. I will happily re-write it if you guys think it’s out of place, or out of character, or just doesn’t make sense. Please let me know what you guys think. Thank you for following along, and I really hope you guys like it!

Genre: Horror, Action, Adventure, Romance, Slow-Burn,

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Named Reader (Named but not Described)

Summary: Ella was one of the missing hikers who was kidnapped by the villagers. She narrowly escaped being sacrificed, but her friends weren’t so lucky. Managing to survive out in the woods with her previous skills and knowledge, she runs into Leon, and that meeting begins the longest, most dangerous adventure of her life as she tries to help him save the girl she saw being taken into the church. What will happen along the way? Only one way to find out.

Warnings: Canon typical violence and gore, Death, Murder, Monsters, Suicidal ideations mentioned

Word Count: 3,632

Part 12 Part 14 Story Masterlist

xXx

The man who was the very source of everything going on in this village held that golden staff with a parasite wrapped around it that Ella had seen him holding in all of his stupid paintings.

“This is our Holy Body.” Ella had to hold herself back from telling him they were going to destroy the Amber. “Our divine providence! And soon. Such a profound blessing for all. . .Las Plagas!” Ella took in the women in dresses and white cloth masks that covered their entire faces, rope tied around their necks. They had their hands folded out in front of them, their heads bowed slightly, and Ella found them to be extremely creepy, watching them closely as she realized they were surrounding them. Two of them moved, pulling Saddlers purple hood down and revealing the disgusting malformation at the back of his head, Ella’s brows furrowing in disgust.

“Welcome, my children.” If he called them that one more time, Ella might just lose it. “I am Osmund Saddler. The speaker for our Lord.” Ella was ready to shoot him in the face and hope for the best, but Leon beat her to it.

“Tell someone who gives a shit.” He muttered as he fired the shot, and Saddler bent forward, covering his face. Ella was hoping that the fact that he didn’t just stand there was a good sign, but she knew her hope was in vain.

“Foolish Lambs. Why do you deny grace?” He straightened, his eyes a dark smoky gray, and soon both Leon and Ashley were doubling forward in pain. Ella turned to them, concerned, when Saddler raised his hand, making Ashley step forward as she tried to resist the pull, Leon trying to reach for her before being forced to a stop, and Ella snapped out of it.

Saddler didn’t have control over her.

“Hey, asshole!” Ella called, gaining his attention as she aimed her shotgun, firing. He stumbled back that time, his jaw tightening with anger, but the moment gave Ashley some reprieve as she was able to come to a stop. Had Saddler thought Ella was just going to stand by?

Ella fired again, and again, stepping forward as Saddler raised a hand as if to block the bullets, the shotgun never failing her before if she could land a good shot. The way the women behind Saddler and them just stood there worried her, but the only thing she could do was keep shooting. However, one of them had disappeared in the blink of an eye, and suddenly Ella’s arms were being held behind her back as she was forced to her knees, gritting her teeth at the pain.

“Insolent-” Saddler’s calm facade was almost shattered as he bit the word out, but he took a deep breath, once again standing up straight as if Ella hadn’t fired multiple shotgun rounds into him. He looked at her, staring a few moments as he seemed to contemplate something with a set jaw. Ella just knew he was considering killing her, and really, she didn’t understand why he didn’t as he turned back to Ashley, raising his hand once more.

Ella struggled in the woman’s grasp, but she had to hold back a whimper as the movements caused pain to explode in her arms, the joints threatening to be pulled from their sockets and the strain agitated the bruises. Ella’s eyes widened as Ashley picked up the gun, slowly but surely aiming it towards Leon, though she tried to fight it. Maybe he was going to have Ashley do it, just like he said he was going to do Ella when she was almost taken alongside Ashley.

“Ashley-” Ella felt her heart jump in her chest as Ashley fired, but she was still resisting as the bullet hit one of the women standing behind him. The gun moved again, firing and hitting the woman on Leon’s right.

“Sweet child, do not resist.” Saddler spoke, and it was then the gun aimed straight for Leon, Ashley’s hands shaking at the effort of trying to fight Saddler’s influence.

“You can fight this, Ashley!” Ella tried to encourage her, though she knew Saddler’s control was strong, but she had to try. Otherwise, Leon was dead, and Ella was next, and Saddler was free to enact his plan for total control. Ashley grit her teeth as she did her best, but she couldn’t stop herself as she pulled the trigger.

The clicking of an empty clip sounded, Ella releasing the breath she was holding as she realized the gun was out of ammo. She didn’t know how she felt about religion after all of this, but if there was some higher power up there, she was grateful for them at that moment.

Ashley dropped the gun as Saddler lowered his hand.

“Pray, forgive these wicked sinners.” He murmured. “My faithful disciple shall deliver to you your. . .penance.” Who was he referring to? “Now child, you need not be afraid. Submit your body, and release yourself from fear.” Ashley began walking towards him, and Ella cursed as she was useless to stop it. When he turned to walk away, the women began to follow, and Ella felt the one holding her’s grip begin to loosen.

Taking her chance, she yanked her arms free, ignoring the pain as she got to her feet quickly, running towards Saddler with her knife drawn. Maybe if she stabbed him in the back of his head where something was growing out of it, it would actually do something.

However, Saddler suddenly turned, slamming the palm of his hand into her chest and sending her back, the air being knocked from her lungs as she fell onto her hands and knees, her hand coming to her stomach as she tried desperately to suck in a breath. Her already injured ribs were screaming in pain, especially her right side, and she had to hope he hadn’t broken anything. This time, however, she knew the body armor had helped instead of hurt, taking the brunt of the impact.

When the door shut behind them, Leon was released from Saddler’s hold, immediately making his way over to her. He knelt down, his eyes taking her in as if there would be a visible way to see if she had any injuries.

“You okay?” He asked in concern, and Ella nodded as little by little, she could breathe again, the pain faded into a manageable intensity. “What were you thinking? You’re already injured enough.” Leon sighed as he helped her up, and Ella couldn’t argue with him there.

“What was I supposed to do? Just stand there and do nothing?” She countered, and Leon didn’t answer. She knew it was because he would have done the same thing had he been able to move. Even so, he wished she would take into consideration her own limitations, though he knew she wouldn’t. The things he admired about her were going to be the things that got her killed.

xXx

“Who is the “disciple” Saddler was talking about?” Ella asked as they once again chased after Ashley, heading in the direction Saddler had taken her. Leon was silent at that, and Ella looked to him to see a deep frown on his lips. It was deeper than usual, which meant that Leon had probably faced this guy before.

“Jack Krauser. He’s someone I knew back when I was training to be an agent. He’s the one who killed Luis.” Ella stopped, processing the new information. She wondered if it was the guy in the red beret she had briefly got a glimpse of when she was taken, and she was sure it was. Leon knew this guy personally, and Ella had to assume he hadn’t always been a bad guy. Or at least, he didn’t serve under terrible cult leaders. He had once been an agent so Ella could only wonder what he was doing here. It didn’t matter, however, because this was the man who killed Luis.

If he thought he could take them down as well, he was in for a rude surprise.

xXx

Krauser clearly had some personal issues with Leon, because he was leaving behind notes and even an old picture of the blonde that had the words “I’m waiting” written on it.

“Whoa. . .you were so young. . .” He was wearing an R.P.D. Uniform, and Ella didn’t have to be a genius to know that the acronym stood for the Raccoon City Police Department. His hair was combed and styled more carefully, and there was a light in his eyes Ella had never seen before. It had clearly been from before what happened in Raccoon City. “Nice hair.” She decided not to comment on what was most definitely a difficult memory for Leon, instead making a joke.

“Okay, that’s enough.” He took the photo from her hand, laying it face down on the table, and Ella had to hold back a grin.

“What? You were adorable. You should have seen me at that age.” She chuckled, thinking back to her cringy style. She was definitely a different person, at least somewhat.

“Four years ago? I’m sure you haven’t changed that much.” She looked at him with raised brows as if to say “you think so?”.

“You’d be surprised.” She begged to differ. She had almost asked him what the difference between 2 years was, but considering what he had gone through, she was sure he had changed a lot. Leon gave her a look of doubt, before focusing back on the tape recorder he had found, pressing play.

“You’ve done well to make it this far, Rookie. Even if you had a little help from a lowly civilian.” Well. That was rude. “I’ve prepared a battlefield up ahead, just for us soldiers. Watered by the blood of generations, hundreds of years, it’s the perfect place to put an end to what happened two years ago.” He really took himself seriously. Ella could only assume the event that was two years ago was a mission Leon had been on with him, as he said they were both agents. Probably another unspeakable horror. “Oh, and if you bring that girl with you, I’ll make sure her death is slow and painful. This is between you and me, Rookie.” Leon was quiet as he contemplated the words, Ella watching him with narrowed eyes. The man’s threat did nothing to phase her, as Ella was quite used to people trying to kill her by now. She had survived this far, so why be worried now? Leon however, seemed to take his threat seriously, and Ella feared he was thinking about asking her to stay behind.

“You’re not expecting me to-”

“Stay here.” He cut her off, and Ella blanked, giving him a look of disbelief.

“What, why? Because he threatened me? News flash, not the first time my life has been threatened.” She didn’t want to leave Leon to Krauser. Apparently, they fought before, and he had killed Luis. He was trouble, and Ella would be worried sick about Leon if he went alone.

“This is different. You can’t handle him.” Ella couldn’t help but take offense to that. “That’s not an insult to your skills. It’s just the truth.” He spoke up before she could complain.

“Leon-” She tried, needing to convince him that her coming with him was the best choice. Really he couldn’t stop her unless he planned to restrain her in some way.

“Ella.” His firm and even harsh voice made her stop, Ella looking at him in surprise and indignation, and he let out a deep breath. “I can’t focus on him if I’m worrying about you.” There was something in the way he said those words that sounded like more again. Something that made Ella’s heartbeat a little faster in her chest, because this time she was sure she wasn’t imagining it. “Besides, this is personal.” He added second handedly, and Ella understood that, but she was still hard headed. That would never change.

“I get that, and I promise he’s all yours, but there is nothing you can say that will make me st-” He stepped forward, and before Ella could even process what was happening, he gently took her chin between his thumb and index finger, pressing his lips against hers and muffling her words.

Leon was kissing her. She was so shocked she didn’t respond for what felt like a full minute, even though in reality it was only a couple seconds, but she snapped out of it, able to return the kiss for a few moments before he pulled away. He hadn’t put much distance between them, Ella looking up into his eyes as she tried to gather herself. His proximity and the look in his eyes made that very difficult.

“This time has to be different.” His voice was softer than she had ever heard it, and the emotion in the words wasn’t well hidden. She didn’t know what he meant by that, still reeling from the kiss, and she hadn’t even released the breath she had been holding since he stepped towards her. “Stay back. Please.” He was almost pleading with her, the fluttering of her heart only worsening, and all she could do was nod, Leon getting through that hard head of hers. All it took was making her brain completely short circuit.

He smirked lightly, able to tell he had completely thrown her for a loop, but he wasn’t about to wait around for her mind to catch up, releasing her chin and leaving the tent.

Ella stood there, her mind going over what happened multiple times. Eventually, anger filled her, Ella believing he had done that purely to keep her from following after him. Or maybe Ella was just trying to rationalize how he could actually feel anything for her.

‘You’ll actually be good for him, unlike me.’ Ada’s words echoed in her mind then. Had she known? Had she been watching them? Could she see something Ella had been unable to? Ella finally sucked in a breath after her lungs started burning, snapping her out of her stupor.

She was still confused, as she hadn’t really noticed anything from Leon that would have suggested he was feeling the same for her. She knew he was emotionally unavailable for the most part, but she had thought she still would have noticed something. She supposed if she really thought about it, there were those moments where she told herself she was just imagining it. . .like when his glances at her would last a little longer than normal, or the looks in his eyes when she was in any kind of danger or pain. And the fact that despite not being someone who was big on being touched, he didn’t seem to mind it when it was her.

Had she really been so blind? In reality, it was mostly his fault for being so stoic and hard to read. She supposed it didn’t matter though, and it was stupid of her to be thinking about it so hard considering their situation. It was not a priority concern right now.

That was proven even more true when an explosion and gunshots sounded in the direction Leon had gone, her eyes widening and her heart picking up once more. At this rate, she was going to have a heart attack because of him. If he thought kissing her would make her listen to him, he was dead wrong.

Finally having gathered her bearings, she grabbed her gun, readying herself as she moved to follow him while grumbling about how she was going to kick his ass when she found him.

xXx

She got there just as some of those flying parasitic bug-like creatures suddenly appeared around Leon, who had just pocketed a knife Ella could only assume was from the dead monster that was once Jack Krauser. He couldn’t even draw his weapons before Ella was shooting down the bugs, Leon turning to her, before noticing the angry look in her expression.

“Hey, I was just about to come get you.” He greeted, and Ella could slap him at how casual he was being. Not to mention the way his eyes seemed to light up with amusement at the sight of her.

“Don’t ‘hey’ me. You did that on purpose!” His brows raised as he held back a smirk.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Her mouth fell open in disbelief, and she contemplated shooting him for just a moment. Especially when he turned to face the door as if she wasn’t getting on to him. “Are you coming?” He asked her before she could say anything else, and she huffed out a breath, knowing they didn’t have time for her to be mad at him.

“I don’t know, are you sure you’ll be able to focus if I’m there?” She sassed despite that, and he chuckled.

“As long as it’s not someone like Krauser, I’ll manage. Now let’s go.” She glared at his retreating back, before sighing as she relented. She was really cursing his ability to remain cool and collected at almost all times, as it was part of the reason this had all caught her by surprise. She was determined to get a real reaction out of him.

xXx

They saw Ashley through the binoculars, letting them know they were on the right track, and they ran ahead, having a lot of ground to cover. These military equipped infected, however, were not easy to deal with, Ella taking cover behind a small stone wall as they fired a turret at them. Ella had not dealt with infected using guns like this before, and it was honestly terrifying as the bullets kept coming, giving them no reprieve.

She was starting to really doubt whether or not they, or at least her, would be able to move forward, but fortunately, an ally helicopter showed up, firing its own bullets at the infected and the turret.

“Finally. I was wondering if your helicopter would ever arrive.” She breathed, turning to Leon, who looked relieved himself, nodding his agreement. With the helicopter now on their side, it was a little easier to advance. That was until the infected pulled out a large weapon of their own, and the two had to take it out if they wanted to keep the helicopter from getting shot down. “Why can’t anything ever be easy?” She murmured through grit teeth, trying to hype herself up for what they had to do next.

xXx

They accomplished their goal, but there were only more guns and madness waiting for them as they moved on ahead.

“This is insane!” Ella shouted as she took cover once again, panting. She was not equipped for this. She found herself missing the villagers with axes and sickles. Maybe Leon had been right. This was far outside of her skillset. She was brought from her spiraling thoughts when she felt a hand on her arm, looking at the blonde beside her.

“Hey, just follow my lead, alright? It’ll be okay.” Leon promised, Ella seeing the confidence and reassurance in his expression. She didn’t know how he could face things like this without blinking twice, but it definitely helped keep her grounded.

“I must be crazy, but fine. But if I get shot, I’m blaming you.” She wasn’t being serious, and he knew that, shaking his head lightly before focusing back on their blocked path. Ella hated this, but she didn’t have a choice if she wanted to save Ashley.

xXx

At one point, one of those disgusting parasites that crawled along the ground like a spider from Hell had jumped on Leon, who had been distracted by a guy at a turret. Ella had moved quickly, kicking the thing off of him before killing it with her shotgun.

“I may be way out of my depth out here, but I can still save your ass.” She quipped, earning an unamused look from Leon which made her chuckle as she helped him up.

“Hey, give me that look all you want, but you are clearly into it.” She teased, referring to her smart mouth, and Ella finally got a not cool and collected reaction as she swore she saw his cheeks turn the slightest bit red.

At least she could feel somewhat accomplished in all this mess.

xXx

They finally got through what had to be the most intense situation for Ella yet, coming out to a cliff where the chopper was waiting for them. Ella raised her hand as the hard wind from the blade blew dirt into her face, but she was just happy they had a ride.

“Get in!” He told them through the speaker, Leon thanking him as they walked towards it. It was hard to go against the wind, but it was manageable, and nothing could have stopped Ella from getting on that helicopter. That was, until those flying bug creatures appeared, attacking the contraption.

“No!” She shouted, watching as the helicopter caught fire and flew out of control, Leon grabbing her hand and pulling her along as they had to duck for cover when it flew directly over their heads, before crashing behind the large building in front of them.

Saddler walked out in front of the flames, the bugs surrounding him as he looked down at them for a few moments, before turning and leaving. Following a silent command, the swarm of parasites headed straight for them, the two having to take care of them quickly. Fortunately, their only threat was their numbers, as they went down with a couple of shots.

Silence filled the air when the last of the bugs fell to the ground, Ella looking to the smoke of the destroyed chopper and feeling a weight settle on her chest.

That poor man. . .

#Leon Kennedy x reader #Leon Kennedy x OC #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy Fanfiction #Resident Evil #Leon S. Kennedy #Resident Evil 4 #Resident Evil 4 Remake #Lost and Found

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logankisseswade · 5 months ago

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Logan and Wade AU Fanfic(My fanfiction)08-09-2024

1989, Miami, Florida

Logan is a Slayer/Hunter, killer of all things evil, Wade is a rookie cop for the Miami Police Department, 2 months on the job, the two of them will bump into each other

Rating: PG-13

+ Chapter One: What Happens In Miami, Stays In Miami +

Friday Night, 11pm, Miami, Florida, the streets are already filled with criminals and low lives and troubled souls, a cute off duty cop for the Miami PD is walking around listening to his walkman, he's listening to Cutting Crew's "I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight", there used to be a wedding ring on his finger, now it's just naked and waiting for another lover to claim it for their own, Wade Wilson, 2 months on the job, he took the job in hopes of being like Sonny Crocket, he used to be a waiter but hated how cheaply he was paid and he also hated how rude the customers got to be, he hates living here in Miami, being a Vice Cop gives him an excuse to stay in town, this way he can tell people what to do and it makes him feel like he's in control, he hears a weird fluttering behind him, he stops his walkman, slowly takes his ear phones out, he sees people walking around him like usual but he senses something weird, he puts his walkman away and can feel something, a slight change in the air, he tries to ignore it and then continues to walk away*

*a night club called The Neon Angel, Wade goes into it, he goes to this place to distract himself from time to time, especially on Friday and Saturday nights, "Every Breath You Take" by The Police plays in the club, Wade finds a table and sits down, even something feels off about the club tonight, it's almost like he's trying to energetically guess what's going on, a very attractive and flashy woman joins Wade at the table, Wade notices*

mysterious woman: hey there handsome, you alone?

Wade: I am...but maybe I like it this way...

mysterious woman: what's wrong handsome? never had a lady hit on you before?

Wade: oh no I've been hit on by ladies hundreds of times...

mysterious woman: you wanna get out of here?

Wade: I'm not interested...please go away

mysterious woman: what's wrong handsome?

Wade: *feels slightly triggered, reminded of his bitch of an ex wife* get lost lady, if you keep it up, I will charge and arrest you with harassing a police officer

mysterious woman: oh God are you undercover?

Wade: I'm only gonna say this one more time, go fuck yourself lady because nobody else will

mysterious woman: you jerk! *the bitch walks away*

Wade: *talking to himself out loud* she's not even that hot

*time passes, Wade's still sitting at the table by himself, he decides to get up and go to the bathroom, when he heads over there, 8 guys are doing all kinds of drugs in the mens' room*

Wade: *gasps* oh my God, perfect timing, finally some excitement

man: what the fuck?

Wade: *takes his badge and gun out* you see these right here boys? I own all your asses! come on, we're going downtown, right now

*one of the big guys puts Wade into a headlock*

Wade: oh fuck

*the bathroom door busts open, Wade screams like a girl, a very hunky man shows up(it's Logan lol), he beats the shit out of all 8 bozos in the bathroom, Wade screams*

Logan: I'm here to help you Wade, stay back!

Wade: what the...what the fuck?!

*one of the bozo's gets up, his eyes are glowing red, huge fangs, Wade screams, all 8 bozos are vampires, really ugly vampires, Logan takes out what looks like a shotgun, he starts blasting at all of them, the bullets contain holy water and explode when they're fired, Wade's in shock and just watches Logan kick ass, one of the vampires fights back and tackles Logan to the bathroom floor, the bitch tries to bite Logan, Wade points his gun at the vampire's head and shoots, the vampire's head explodes, Wade screams, his gun hits the floor, to Wade it feels like time has stopped, he just shot an ugly vampire's head off and it exploded, Logan gets up and grabs Wade to check on him*

Wade: *gasps lightly*

Logan: Wade, are you alright?

Wade: how...how do you know my name?

Logan: it's a long story bub...come on, we need to get out of here

Wade: aren't you gonna ask me to come with you if I want to live? *giggles* .....*clears throat* that was a Terminator reference...Kyle Reese said it to Sarah Connor

Logan: *smirks* I knew what you were referencing

Wade: oh good, so you do have a sense of humor

Logan: it's not safe here Wade...you need to come with me right now

Wade: oh God...so Miami's filled with vampires now?

Logan: vampires, demons, the whole nine yards

Wade: *stares at the dead ugly vampires* oh God that's disgusting

how do you deal with this?

Logan: I kill demons for a living

Wade: I arrest criminals for a living *giggles lightly* so uh...you got a name, Mr Mel Gibson 2.0?

Logan: *smirks* it's Logan...

Wade: Wade...but you somehow already knew that didn't you?

Logan: come on, we gotta go

*Wade follows Logan out of the club, Logan grabs Wade's arm*

Logan: right here

Wade: whoa...nice wheels

Logan: get in

*Wade and Logan go inside of the black convertible, Logan drives away*

Wade: ...so bullets can kill vampires?

Logan: a straight shot to the head can kill anything

Wade: I'll keep that in mind then for future reference...oh God...some poor bastard is gonna find those bodies-

Logan: that's not important, your safety is

Wade: you're not a Terminator are you?

Logan: *giggles lightly* not as far as I know

Wade: so you're human? and you're not from the future?

Logan: I'm like you Wade...a Mutant...but I am from the future...

Wade: whoa...whoa...whoa...so you're actually from the future? like Kyle Reese in The Terminator?

Logan: it's very similar actually

Wade: oh God...oh fucking fuck...look, Mad Max, I'm just a cop for the Miami police...and did you just call me a Mutant?

Logan: you and I are both Mutants Wade...

Wade: ....look, don't get me wrong, you're like a total bad-ass...but, seriously, me?...the future? how far back did you travel from Logan?...tell me, please....

Logan: 44 years from now...2033

Wade: holy shit are you serious?

Logan: I'm always serious

Wade: yeah, I can see that...so what happens to me, 44 years from now?

Logan: you died tonight and everything went to hell, the fact that I'm here means you'll stay alive and God knows we all need you to stay alive...

Wade: ....what? ...and who are you to protect me? who sent you?

Logan: a good friend of ours named Charles

Wade: stop, stop the car, please, you need to explain everything to me, don't leave any detail out, Logan, please stop the car

*Logan stops the car, he and Wade stare at each other*

Wade: *sniffles* is this all tied to the weird dreams I've been having? the nightmares?

Logan: tonight isn't the only night you died Wade...several timelines have been broken, several demons have been sent to kill you through time

Wade: oh God...why am I stuck in some Terminator like nightmare? I was normal before...what happened?

Logan: you were never normal Wade...you and I never were

Wade: who are you to me in the future Logan? my partner in fighting demons?

Logan: I'm your husband...

Wade...my husband?...you? you're my husband?

Logan: ....the future is in our hands Wade...*sighs deeply, sniffles* I lost you several times in the past and future Wade...I can't lose you again...

Wade: *sniffles* gay marriage is legal in the future? *giggles slightly*

Logan: it is...

Wade: oh God...so you're my husband from the future? and we do what? kill demons together? and we're mutants?

Logan: yeah...

Wade: *smiles* I have a husband? *giggles* you're my husband?

Logan: in the future you and I are head over heels in love

Wade: oh wow...

*a loud rustling noise, Logan notices, sniffs*

Logan: wait here Wade...don't get out of the car, please?

Wade: okay...

*Logan gets out of the car, Wade just stares at him, Logan looks around trying to identify the source, it's all quiet, then abruptly a jump scare, Victor/Sabertooth jumps from out of nowhere and tackles Logan, Wade screams, Logan and Victor are fighting each other in the middle of the street*

Wade: oh my God...what the fuck is that thing?!

*Logan's Claws come out and he stabs Victor, Wade gasps and covers his mouth, Logan gets back into the car, his claws go back into his hands*

Wade: what the fuck?!

Logan: I need to find us a hotel

Wade: oh my God this is such a trope

*Logan drives away*

+ to be continued in chapter 2 +

#ask me anything #my fanfiction #fanfic #Logan and Wade #Deadpool and Wolverine #X-Men AU #Fanfiction

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ready4thenbk · 3 years ago

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Dear Eric and Dylan, Hi. It's the future talking. I don't know if I'm the person to say this, but I'm going to take a bet and say that I am. Well, you guys succeeded. You did what you wanted and more - maybe not that day, maybe the bombs didn't go off, but what you did reverberated. It shocked the country. And I bet you're proud of that now. You would love to see it. There are a couple thousand girls online who think they're in love with you and a couple thousand lonely boys who idolize you. Two loners from Colorado, who changed the world. But it's late 1998, and none of that has happened yet. I'm talking to you. Sorry, but you can't do it. I know that may come as a shock, and it's gonna be hard to let go. Trust me, I get it. This is what you lived for and this is what you'd end up dying for, in the library, together. But you have to let go of the plan, because there is something else out there. There is community college, Eric, and a future for you. Dylan, there is the University of Arizona. There's Sparky, and your koala, and another shift at Blackjacks, another day shooting at Rampart Range. Another Dr.Pepper and another camping trip. You'll wake up the morning of 4/21 and your parents will yell at you to get out of bed, go to school and you will. There will be no bullets in the walls and no bombs in the hallways, and that's okay. Breathe. Let it go. Yeah, you dreamed of news reports and shoot outs, of the library floor collapsing and the sound of shotgun blasts in the classrooms. You wanted to scare them to death, and I'll be honest - it would have felt good. Better than staring at the ceiling, lost, spinning in a circle because what's next? You hadn't planned on turning 18, Dylan. Now you are. Your mom baked a cake and it feels surreal. You thought about what your birthday would have been like had you died, and maybe, just maybe you reveled in the suffering. It's going to take a while to change. Go outside and turn that striker bracelet over in your hands, stare at the stars. You woke up on 4/21 and so did 13 others. It's raw. There is a school shooting somewhere else and it feels like a punch to the gut. It's like you are watching yourself on TV, your face plastered up there to be gawked at and wondered about, but no one knows it's you too. You're still nobodies. That's okay. Maybe you didn't have to get up om stage and fire off a gun for the world to pay attention, maybe you just had to get online and say, "I'm Eric, I'm Dylan, I wanted to shoot up my school, let me be honest." Okay, thank you. You didn't have to tell us your names. There is not going to be an NBK, no bombs, no guns, no videotapes on YouTube. You'll go on to live your lives and on 4/20 every year you'll call each other and say, "Hey, Dylan. Just calling." You're thirty years old. It's faded, distant. You have a son and a wife and they don't know, because it's between you and VoDkA, you and Reb. "Hey Eric. It's 4/20, just calling. How are you?" "Alive." You laugh a little. It's okay now, Columbine is long gone, a forgotten school with forgotten students who graduated and moved on. Brooks, Patrick, Rachel, Isaiah, Daniel, they're all gone. It's a strange world where NBK didn't happen, those bullets were never spent. But you have to go now. The phone is ringing, and you can't live for what didn't happen for so long. "Bye Dylan, bye Eric." You say, and you hang up. The stars are beautiful outside, and you realise that it's better in the light. Love, the TCC.

/Originally written and posted by kingcountythotpatrol a couple years ago before the Great TCC Tumblr Purge and gained hundreds of notes, so a few oldies might recognise it. I thought it was lost forever until I found a screenshot on my old tablet. Enjoy, I guess./

#true crime community #columbine #eric harris #reb and vodka #true crime #dylan klebold #eric and dylan

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freetheshit-outofyou · 3 years ago

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TIME Life magazine 1956. A firearm is a tool not unlike any other tool. It can be used for ill intent or to do the job it was intended for. No one calls for the banning of hammers because someone gets bashed in the head with one, becasue houses still need to be built. But there is no (R)ight to own a hammer. If you take the mystery out of a thing it loses is magical properties given to it through propaganda and becomes just what it is, a tool. I have lived in homes with firearms since my birth, as did my dad and his dad and as my kids have. We don't have firearms issues becasue we took the mystery out of the tool and showed the kids what it's intended use is. In our case we hunt. We hunt to eat, we hunt to remove predictors from our land, and we defend what we have, that is what the tool is for. By taking the kids hunting they see the good a firearm can bring, putting food on the table for the winter, keeping livestock safe and so on. But there is another element to it, something missing today, the blood of hunting. Hunting is bloody, it shows you the destruction of bullets and shot cartridge's. It vividly shows you what happens when the tool is not employed properly or not accurately. I was 11 when I shot a cotton tail from a little to far away and it was struck by just a few pellets. That rabbit screamed and screams inside it's rock home. My dad made me sit there and listen to it until it died so I'd remember what that felt like . I cried the entire time, it was hut wrenching and I never forgot that. When I was 13 I was tracking my first buck Mule Deer a nice 4 point (8 point on Easter count) I had it scoped in at about 200 yards. I pulled the trigger and I missed it went right over its back. I rushed the second shot, and hit it right in the ball joint of the right rear leg. I had to track that deer for another 2 miles to get it. there was blood and bone and fat all over. Before we got to it the deer had bled out walking, or hobbling on 3 legs in a circle until it died. I won't get into my little brothers gut shot deer, because FUCK! Lessons I had to learn the hard way. Lessons you can't learn from a news story. Lessons you can't learn from a video game. Lessons you have to be in person for and they stay with you for life. When I was 17 (1987) I brought my old Sears side by side 20g to school for a Debate about gun control. I had been assigned the anti-gun side of the debate. I checked in with the school, I had to leave the shotgun in the office until my class and then I just picked it up and took it to class. No one was killed, no one was scared becasue at any given time there were a dozen or more rifles or shotguns in the cars in the parking lot. The issues we have today with "gun voidance" has nothing to do with guns, it has everything to do with proper education, and a mental health system that thinks every quirk a person has is now them showing who they really are inside and should be encouraged. Rather than telling parents "listen your kid is fucking dangerous to themselves and others." they want to include them and their insanity in everyday life. I am all for folks with issues getting the help they need and living a happy life, I'm not for free range crazy shooting up a school. Education and mental health, I know some of you pro-crime, anti-firearms folks will say it's not mental health issue, guns are bad Mmm'k. Then explain to me how more than half of all firearms related deaths every single year are from people killing themselves. I don't know but that sounds like a mental health crisis to me and not a firearm's crisis.

#firearms education #firearms

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authorjjhanna · 3 years ago

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Chaotic Writing Tips Regarding Guns

Guns are always always written wrong because, well, they’re guns, and most people don’t actually get to shoot regularly to figure out how to write them.

So. Here’s some chaotic gun facts.

1. When a gun fires, it is SO HOT. IT WILL BURN YOU. EVERYTHING ABOUT IT will burn you. The bullet, the casing, the barrel. It’s fricking hot.

2. You don’t pull the trigger, you squeeze it.

3. You have to be relaxed or your aim will suffer. Tense + Kick = hot casing hitting you in the face and also you were afraid of the kick and adjusted before you even pulled the trigger and oops now you missed and ow that casing hit your face AND IT HURT

4. Every gun fires differently. You need years of practice with YOUR GUN to be comfortable with it, and someone else shooting with your gun will throw off their aim UNLESS they have practiced for YEARS WITH all the guns.

5. It is kind of as simple as point and shoot but it is also so much not

6. GUNS ARE SO LOUD. So loud. even with ear protection they are so so so loud.

7. It looks cool to dual wield pistols but that is NOT a beginner thing please go try it with BB Guns or something first aiming would be so so so hard

8. Most handguns only have around 15 rounds and if they jam you’re in trouble and unjamming a gun is such a problem and not that easy and it takes a heck of a lot of strength to actually even load a gun

9. Seriously, look up how to load a magazine. The grip strength and thumb strength you’ll need are crazy.

10. Ammo is expensive, and each type of gun takes a different kind of ammo/has a different kind of bullet

11. THERE ARE SO MANY KINDS OF BULLETS dang son and each one does a different thing hollow point vs buck shot they’re very different. So very very different.

12. I mentioned you’d get burned by guns because of how hot they are but like, you’ll also get burned by the bullet if you get shot??? Like that will hurt in more ways than one it’s more than just piercing damage okay?

13. Guns are heavy. Hand guns are heavy. Rifles are even heavier. I haven’t shot a shotgun but I imagine it’s as heavy at least as a rifle. Any character you have constantly carrying guns or using them should also be regularly at the gym lifting weights

Anyway.

Guns are often written incorrectly.

I’m sure there’s more and I am by no means a gun expert, so double check any and all of this please.

But in case you were wondering, here are some chaotic gun facts to help you write your crime/suspense stories.

#amwriting #writing resources #writing suspense #writing crime #writeblr #crime writing #crime fiction #writing with guns

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tetrakys · 4 years ago

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Eldarya A New Era - episodes 1 and 2

Let’s start with a brief recap and then my comments at the end.

Not much happens plot-wise, which makes sense since the first chapters are always about exposition and introducing the characters.

Episode 1:

We wake up in the new Crystal room and are swiftly taken by Huang Hua to the infirmary, we are perfectly healthy and have a chance to meet one of our old friends. Since we have been revered as a deity for the past 7 year sin the Crystal, Huang Hua has to make an announcement to the whole HQ saying that we are back into the living world, then we can finally explore HQ, meet old and new friends, get a new outfit and later attend a party in our honour. This is pretty much the plot of the first episode.

Episode 2:

In the second we have the chance of picking a Guard to belong to, Huang offered the Light one but Erika refuses because she doesn’t feel ready yet. We also get a new sword that Jamon has created for us and we can train a bit with him, afterwards we join a mission and go the forest. Once there we realise there is something wrong, as if some areas looked corrupted. We find a hurt companion and a very human shotgun bullet next to it and an evil-looking companion who attacks us causing us to end our very first mission at the infirmary, as usual. Once we are back on our feet we talk to Huang Hua about the bullet and realise that there is something she is hiding from us, then we help Ewe making a potion to save the companion. The companion got attached to us so we decide to adopt it.

Now a bit of info dump about the characters:

Huag Hua is the new head of the guard since Miiko went back to her family obligations. She is no longer the Phoenix apprentice although we don’t know why yet, she is in a romantic committed relationship with Ewelein who is still the head of the infirmary and member of the Light Guard.

Aleja and Sonse got married and left, Colaja joined them and she and Jamon broke up since he stayed. He was sad for a bit but then got over it. Kero left when most people left no one knows where he is. Ezarel left with Twilda and Mary Anne to try to make a new life for themselves. Memoria disappeared and no one knows what happened to it and all the dragon spirits. Karuto is still he chef and he became much nicer in time, also is food much better after fruits and vegetables in Eldarya became edible. There is speculation about his relationship with Feng Zifu who is still very polite but much older looking, however nothing confirmed yet.

Huang Chu is the new head of the Absynth Guard, she looks and acts kinda strict and matter-of-factly but she is also surprisingly open-minded, she encourages Erika to think with her own head and never blindly accept anyone’s order not even her own. She doesn’t get along with Mathieu at all.

Koori is a kitsune member of the Absynth Guard, she is funny, provocative and flirty. She wants to become friend with Erika and even flirts a bit. We see her both flirting with and mercilessly teasing Mathieu, not sure if she’s actually hitting on him or playing him, but this seems to be her normal behaviour.

Chrome is now the head of the Shadow Guard, he and Karenn are still together and while he is the official head it seems that she is his boss as usual so hierarchy is a bit blurry. The both became more mature in time, she is less into gossip and he went through a rough self-blaming patch, but he looks pretty happy right now, eating a lot and constantly making lame jokes, and she seems to have become a real fighter (everyone is recommending to never train with her).

Adalric is a sylph, Erika comments he kinda looks like a genie. He has constantly his head in the clouds forgetting all the most trivial tasks, he talks with the stars and the wind apparently.

Ophelia is this little girl we see for just a moment, we feel that she has the same aura as the Oracle, we hug her but she just smile and leaves. We are told she showed up after the White Sacrifice and no one actually knows anything about her, not even if she sleeps and eats and where.

Mathieu is a human who stumbled in a mushroom cricle about one year ago, he was sort of a recluse with no friends nor family on Earth, only thinking about fantasy and adventure, so he is very happy to be in Eldarya and couldn’t care less about going back to Earth. To his dismay the test assigned him to the Absynth Guard and he’s constantly hoping to be reassigned to the Obsidian instead. He’s the happy-go-lucky type but seems to also have a certain depth that we will hopefully find out.

Nevra is now a member of the Light Guard and Huang Hua’s right hand (he basically got Leiftan’s old job). He looks more severe and it seems that the events of S1 hardened him. He is back to his slutty ways but in episode he admits frivolous relationships don’t bring him happiness.

Leiftan got out of the Crystal with us but it took longer for him to wake up. He says that he needs to find himself and wants to put distance between him and everyone else, in fact he refuses to rejoin the Guard. When Erika asks him to train her aengel powers he refuses and says that he won’t ever touch a blade again and will never be responsible of further violence. Nevra can’t stand him at the moment because he thinks he is escaping his responsibilities.

COMMENTS:

Since people liked the expression I’m going to repeat it again, let’s address the elephant in the room first. (Guys “elephant in the room” is a figure of speech, it’s not a real elephant lol). No one mentioned who is the head of the Obsidian Guard, when Erika tries to ask one time the subject is swiftly changed and people seem to go out of their way to not go there. Everyone, including their grandparents, their cousins, neighbours and the cousins of their neighbours has figured out that the head of Obsidian is Lance, who is name dropped constantly. I know that there are some people who still like to live in denial, kudos to them. BV all but told me that Lance is coming in episode 3 before Christmas, the release pace is like MCL’s so I’m expecting episodes every second Wednesday of the month at this point, but we’ll see.

The situation with Nevra and Leiftan is heavy not gonna lie. I’ve only played the episode with Nevra so far and my heart broke in tiny pieces, but I want to savour the angst and enjoy the ride. I don’t blame either of the two, Leiftan went from traitor to saviour in a matter of what two days? He had not time to think about his choices and properly reflect on himself. I think it’s fair that the writing his giving him a bit of depth as a character now and not just using him for his abs and to kill and save people when needed. So yeah, I approve him going to therapy or whatever is going to do to achieve self-growth.

Nevra is a bit trickier, he spent one year moping in front of the Crystal every day, then moved on simply out of survival, and he’s well aware that the life he has now brings him no joy so one would think he would jump into Erika’s arms immediately? He is probably still very much hurting about everything that happened and he still has a fight or flight reaction about everything regarding it, his subconscious reaction when he saw Erika must have been DANGERDANGER RUN. Sleep around is easier because he doesn’t care and can’t be hurt again. While I can understand this, I also think it’s pretty cowardly and I would’ve liked to have given the reaction to get mad, to demand him to spend time with us, because yes he hurt but we spent 7 freaking years in a coma and no time has passed for us, the day before we were swearing love to each other and now this coldness. And yes I could’ve chosen angrier options with him instead of being understanding, but then my LoM would’ve dropped.

So what I think I’m trying to say is that I would like to have the option of getting mad without having devastating consequences on all the relationships. I know that the next episode is called Rage-something so I am hoping Erika will blow up. We are probably going to run into Lance, find out that he’s been forgiven and working with the Guard and go full violent mode. And hopefully she will get mad with the other guys as well. Homegirl needs to unleash since episode 13 AT LEAST.

Also, since Leiftan refused to train her, I’m expecting that Lance will at some point. Sweaty training sessions with a strict instructor who she kinda hates but also kinda thirst for... 😏😏😏 I have expectations now.

My general comment is that I like the writing so far, I see much improvement from the previous season although it’s too early to judge. I loved the shade thrown at Miiko and the Guard test, you can really tell the writer’s thoughts sometimes, he uses Mathieu to tell us what he thinks.

The one think I didn’t like is that, while I can understand most of the choices and the events of these two episodes, I don’t understand how the writing can justify Erika not looking for Ezarel if she were on her route. No time has passed for her, anyone would go looking for their lover in a situation like this, not just “oh well, he’s gone”. I know he can’t be brought back, but give me a good, logical reason in game. (Also, I hope to never see him and Valkyon as secondary non-datable characters because I would die inside).

About the other characters, I like Koori and Huang Chu, I don’t like Adalric, just personal taste, he seems to be the type of person who would be into yoga and spiritualism and it’s just not me at all lol.

#eldarya #eane #tetra eldarya rambling #a new era #eldarya recap

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in-tua-deep · 4 years ago

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tua rewatch with the roommate

Episode five

Oh fuck the “I found you. all your bodies.” scene

“We died?” “Horribly.” throwback to the ben convo o o f

“If perfectly arranged under rubble and otherwise unharmed counts as ‘horribly”’ - roommate

I like that Diego says he’s going to kill Hazel and Cha-Cha like it’s a challenge?? lol five doesn’t care if they live or die he only cares if u do you big dumbass

“Well I know none of the main characters die bc there’s a season 2... and i’m pretty sure they’re all in s2... like all of the family?”

I mean luther is kind of valid for being frustrated that five didn’t share about the apocalypse but also like,,, the first person five told about it (Vanya) suggested he might be insane. so. i can understand some reluctance on his part on top of the whole “the last time my siblings fought this the Whole World Died Including Them i would like them as far away from apocalypse stuff as possible”

okay okay so five says “they turned me into the perfect instrument” so do y’all think that implies experimentation like in the comics or ????

all i can think about during the kennedy scene though is my high school history teacher. he went over the assassination in intimate detail and i’m pretty sure he was writing a book about it and everything. mr. hansen if you’re out there -

i like feral beard five more than mustache five tbh if i’m picking

“Someone ELSE shot the president? Was he supposed to shoot kennedy or was he supposed to kill the person who shot kennedy?” - Roommate

love that five tells luther to grow up over murder,,, though to be valid pretty sure they did actually murder people as kids SO. grow down?

fuck i love mary,, will you love me like you loved me in the january rain??? just shoot me in the heart

GOD rob is such a good actor

“wait a second... how is he wearing pants?” oh roommate you have a big storm coming

i have some serious questions about the commission and their methods of communication. where do?? the tubes come from? where do they go after?

Allison: i have a bad feeling [about leonard]

where are these instincts for everything else tho??? her marriage?

“Vanya. she really is trying to look out for you. i really would trust her. you could invite her to come along so she can see he’s perfectly fine??” - Roommate, whose instincts regarding not trusting leonard-harold are spot on

apparently my roommate knows people who put salt in their coffee. i have. so many questions.

“That’s suspicious?? that’s suspicious right?? did he do that? is he a secret serial killer? is he a FUCKING secret serial killer?” roommate when they talk about helen cho going missing

“What do you mean stop showing up it’s been like. a day” - I mean. the roommate has a point.

Klaus’s depression bath is a mood :(

did klaus put eye shadow on before his bath or did he get his hands on eye shadow in vietnam?? the questions that will never be answered

Five is so enthusiastic about having someone who understands... he doesn’t even notice absolutely Not Being In The Mood,, klaus is grieving and five is just like !!! where did you go!!!! like it was a vacation

klaus: yeah i’m ten months older now. when i’m done being depressed i will lord that over diego for the rest of our natural lives.

does five write in all caps all the time?? why?

roommate: I wonder what the upper size limit on the knives her can use. like is it machete length? forearm length? what are the limits on his powers. if he sharpened a very sharp mechanical pencil could he use it? if he sharpened a piece of the chandelier? at what point does something become a knife?

me: could he hurl mia (my cat)? mia and her knife feet?

allison also writes in all caps to write leonard’s address

we stan agnes and hazel in this household

“I never said we didn’t !! i just thought she was just a random extra in the first episode and every time we cut away i think that’s the last we’ve seen of her” - roommate because i keep saying that this is an agnes stan household

“OH THERE’S THE PATCHWORK COAT i was afraid it didn’t come back” - okay though good question he definitely didn’t have the coat on the bus. what is it with klaus and his magically appearing coat????

oh :( oh klaus :( every time klaus is sad i am also sad :(

honestly a family conversation IS the threat in this family

god though this random vet in this bar is actually an asshole though like. klaus doesn’t owe him shit. klaus served. he’s clearly having a moment with the photo. that could have been a family member or something who died i don’t even know

agnes: i’m a twitcher :)

“like a twitch streamer?” -Roommate

PLEASE give me twitch streamer!Agnes au

look i just enjoy hazel and agnes

roommate: honey you’re too young for her

me: NO DON’T BE MEAN TO THEM,,, agnes deserves a boytoy

“does diego drive a manual?” my roommate once again focusing on things that i do not

five: i have to find the people whose deaths could save the timeline

my roommate: is it agnes?? is he going to kill agnes????

i’m still laughing about that fact that luther is holding dolores.... over the fire escape... she couldn’t drop that far lads

luther’s dumb sometimes but he does have some nice heart to hearts with his brother,,,, honestly he and five get along pretty well in the early episodes. kindred spirits. body dysmorphia and isolation squad.

my roommate has to keep remembering social media doesn’t exist in this universe

i am still confused as to why

that won’t stop me from giving everyone iphones and youtube accounts in my aus though

diego can curve ANYTHING he throws, usually knives, according to cha-cha’s research. but that doesn’t explain the spoilers i have seen about s2 sO

Klaus: You also told me that licking a nine volt battery would give me pubes

HOW DID I FORGET THAT LINE

oh diego got a bullet graze forgot about that as well?? does he ever get like. medical attention for that? diego?????

it really has been like. maybe two days since helen cho died. is no one??? concerned????? they just immediately jump into replacing her??????????????????? hellO?

“very clear camera angles to show that this actress did not actually play the violin for this role” - i mean that’s fair but ellen is trying rip

me: who’s your favorite character so far? roommate: that’s a tricky question. klaus is very entertaining to watch. allison is the most reasonable and i’m very interested to know, well, she seems like the best combination of reasonable and has the least selfish intentions. diego and luther i feel like are both good in a bland way in that they’re both doing good in the best way they can which usually involves punching people. five is fun. five is very fun. five is as fun to watch as klaus, they’re both very fun actors to watch on screen. they’re more expressive than diego and luther tend to be. me: so which is your favorite????? roommate: first instinct says allison, though she probably has the least dynamic or interesting arc so far

are hazel and cha-cha the best because their victims never see them coming?? like. they aren’t really THAT competent.

“I do LOVE the aesthetic of an ice cream truck playing ride of the valkyries” - my roommate is valid

“LOVE the hypersaturated background in this scene. it’s more fun that having it be desaturated.”

five looks so baby in this scene with the handler :(

still unsure where five got that handgun but i’m vibing

hate when she touches his face !! awful!!!

the handler’s little “all of them??” like yeAH ALL OF THEM even though they irritate the living FUCK out of each other. siblings man

ben gets shotgun for the getaway !!! go ben!

“I’m starting to think... given how space and reality seemed to be warping during her playing... that her medication... isn’t for anxiety...” - oh, oh roommate

ah i blocked out the leonard vanya make out as well

“DIDN’T YOU MEET HIM TWO DAYS AGO?” - yeah i feel u roommate

yup there’s helen’s body

“CSI call crime scene investigation - that’s going to start to smell real soon”

pogo: and you understand that the children can never know

me: actually pogo fuck you

and that’s episode 5 everyone thank you and goodnight

episode six

i do love a good flashback to klaus

klaus: sees a shirtless soldier and instantly falls in love

they don’T EVEN QUESTION HIM just “KATZ GET THIS MAN A PAIR OF PANTS” and they go with it?? he just APPEARED and they don’t even care

klaus was really just vibing in the 60s huh

wait this is like 1962 or 63 right

when does s2 take place?? also the 60s right???

didn’t kennedy die in 1963 i feel like what i know about s2 contradicts that date but i could have sworn they said a round trip to 1963??????

luther is SUCH A MOOD in the family briefing.

“aww he’s a bad liar” - roommate

“I realize that [the umbrella] was necessary for the title drop but where the fuck did that come from”

@ the handler please stop touching five,,, but also five has such. non reactions to her touching him. which worries me. like she grabs his shoulder walking alongside him and he doesn’t even look at her

why are there gas masks in the briefcase room...

can you IMAGINE if your boss toted a child into the room and introduced him as the Legendary Time Travelling Assassin that the whole office had a betting pool over who would die that one time and is Definitely approaching 60 not 13... and then called him LEADERSHIP MATERIAL. implying that this child will probably get a promotion before you do?? can you IMAGINE?

“again... two days ago...” roommate about leonard and vanya

vanya really chose literally just the worst time to come back to the academy huh

okay but vanya going off?? valid, but also,, i mean. it IS their dads fault that they don’t have any relationship with vanya?

luther: it’s about the moon roommate: critical role moon theory

hey like. how did the family get together in the first timeline holy fuck. it’s hard enough to get them together when they Literally Know The World Is Going To End

so remember diego getting grazed with a bullet yeah well he has a sling on now which makes sense!! and yet. when five got grazed by a bullet he SLAPS A BANDAID ON IT. someone please address this.

five is such an asshole coworker i love it

i wonder if dot is a mother. or just a nice coworker. she keeps trying to talk to him and invite him to lunch aww

i wonder if it’s purposeful on the handler’s part to call him “mr. five” instead of “mr. hargreeves” to like... further isolate him from his family? by removing his last name they’re sort of removing his ties to his siblings considering it’s not like they’re related by blood

forgot how much i hate the bathroom scene !! wow !! hate it so much!!! there’s so many violations of social etiquette in such a short scene! it’s so deeply uncomfortable!

luther: stop it pogo! you know everything our dad did

i am remembering once again how much i hate pogo all over again!! reginald literally locked klaus in a mausoleum!! he abused the kids! pogo didn’t even speak up about sending luther to the MOON,,, oh luther :(

he just learned his dad exiled him for no reason he has lots of rights his entire world view was just shattered wow i am like infinitely more sympathetic to luther on the second watch

“I knew allison and luther was a thing. you told me allison and luther was a weird thing. still not a fan.” - my very valid roommate

they could have made the fort so much more sibling-y instead of romantic and it would have been so much better honestly

oh dave :(

“I wonder who her primary care physician is and if she can find out what that medication was...” roommate i wish i knew

“I’m trying to decide if he knew ahead to time to try and get at her specifically or like... i don’t know when he took the figurine I was like ‘doesn’t he own an antique shop is he there to steal antiques from the family home’.” roommate on leonard

forgot the handler gifted five a suit. also don’t like that. don’t like her talk about his body and everything either.

“is it too much to ask to give him two outfits? one he can wear now and one with the new body?” - roommate

honestly with hazel’s talk on budget cuts i’m not surprised he only gets one suit

STOP TOUCHING HIS FACE,,,, HANDLER. STOP TOUCHING HIS FACE

five and his sweet tooth. don’t take the candy five. come on. what did your father TEACH YOU. honestly reggie probably was like “let them get kidnapped it will probably teach them a life lesson”

“there were like... villages that needed rebuilding after disasters. he could have been sending these packages to legit lunar research facilities. legit facilities would have adored to have that information.”

okay but people KNEW he was on the moon. cha-cha mentioned it. it was in vanya’s book. why were scientists not knocking down reginald’s door demanding the research??? if i was a moon scientist i would have the mansion staked out trying to demand info jesus

“love his eye fluttering in the way of ‘oh shit i got something in my eye i can’t break character scene is still going scene is stILL GOING’“ - hilarious observations from the allison luther fort scene 2.0: grown up version that gets erased

did they just leave the fort up all those years. did no one USE the green house??? did grace lovingly work around it all that time?

oh :( dave :(

grace is capable of lying and pogo is a shadowy motherfucker

“okay now that they’re actually putting it into the plot i understand why you don’t think he’s trustworthy but you really got on my back about that”

in my defense i just hate him tbh i did not like him when he first showed up and i never particularly liked him tbh

allison: i think you’re the only person who knows who i am and likes me anyway

me, remembering the theory that allison rumored luther to love her: HMMMMMM

okay but i think the luther and allison dance scene is fucking HILARIOUS. absolutely ridiculous. i mean i hate that it’s incest but also the fucking LIGHTS DESCENDING. the RANDOM WARDROBE CHANGE.

roommate likes the green underskirt thing under allison’s random dance dress

are they just doing this in public???

ugh. the kiss. ugh. erased that from my memory as well

“they clearly want romance in this show but they painted themselves into a corner with the siblings thing” - roommate

five and his fucking STAPLERS isn’t this the second time he’s knocked someone out with a stapler?? the bank robber and now gloria??

five please your siblings were finally doing some decent work on their own issues :/

five is the kind of dramatic as fuck entrances

“love how he just grabs [allison’s] coffee. kid needs a coffee after all that.” - roommate

five actually does a good job of rallying the siblings though?? they just broke the fuck up in the og timeline

“something tells me that harold jenkins might be leonard”

oh roommate

episode seven

uh oh harold was born

i feel vaguely bad for him

“me the night before a convention” - roommate on harold’s tape and cosplay and everything

okay but how did reginald even KNOW harold jenkins had no powers?? did he? keep tabs on all the forty some kids not just the seven he kept?

but also why the fuck are these people laughing at An Actual Child fuck all of them honestly

“did HE kill hargreeves?? I mean. he’s got motive.” - roommate

harold really said “i think my superpower is actually this hammer motherfucker”

how did he get twelve years?? was he tried as an adult?? was he in juvie? how old WAS he

twelve years ago... they’re 29 soooo seventeen? he did NOT look seventeen? he was NOT seventeen in that flashback what???

roommate theorizes that harold ran off after the murder and committed petty crimes until caught and tried for murder when he was seventeen so was maybe 13 in the flashback

okay so i looked up the timeline and he got out in 2014 or something so he was like 13 in the flashback which makes SO much more sense honestly but also what the FUCK was he doing for five years

“he’s actually laying out all the facts as he knows them and I appreciate that.” -roommate about five briefing the team

five?? the only member of the family with communication skills? it’s? somehow more likely than you think?

“allison’s pants that she’s wearing now are the most perfectly tailored things i’ve ever seen. not even a wrinkle when she’s standing still. do you know how hard that is to do?” again my roommate noticing the things i absolutely do not

five. five. you have a GUT WOUND and also jumped a BUNCH OF TIMES. you are not blinking into the police station and getting the file. you need some SLEEP. and REST. and WOUND CARE FIVE FOR FUCK’S SAKE. you still have a GUNSHOT GRAZE on your upper arm and a SLICE on your wrist from DIGGING OUT A TRACKER. FIVE.

diego wants to be batman SO BAD.

five crossing his arms and Not Uncrossing Them because he’s literally HOLDING HIMSELF TOGETHER.

wow luther is really handling this so much worse in this timeline rip

luther is losing validity points for CHOKING KLAUS i knew this happened but i didn’t remember how awful it was !!! bad and terrible! and luther is very drunk and very sad and very angry. oh. he’s saying he never left the house and never had friends for nothing :(

klaus had the realization that reggie was an asshole YEARS ago and he’s just kind of like “aww. luther :(”

klaus is trying so hard

“Klaus has had the most heart to hearts with the most siblings honestly.” - roommate

allison at the beginning making her laugh in the office with the EYES, five on the steps of meritech, diego after the vet bar, luther on the couch...

wow cha cha really thought hazel was talking about how meaningful his partnership was with her when he was talking about agNES

five limping up the lawn and staggering up the stairs and clinging to the rails baBY SIT DOWN. YOU ARE BLEEDING.

“inspiring leadership” “one of the greats” what a sibling moment honestly.

five really said “i think i will pass the fuck out now”

five really said “hey i am literally willing to die for this mission because this mission is the safety and lives of my entire family and i love you guys :(”

except he doesn’t because five is decent at information sharing but getting feelings out of him feels like pulling teeth at times smh

is leonard trying to vicariously live his “normal child born on the umbrella academy day discovers they have had powers the WHOLE TIME” dream through vanya??

we yell about how leonard and vanya have known each other for like a week but i mean same for hazel and agnes!! he’s literally asking her to run away with him and she says yes !!!!! agnes is here for the romantic adventure with this man she’s really living her first hot girl summer and living for it

“she’s having her own little rom com! she thinks she’s living in a rom com not a dark sci fi!” - roommate accurate as usual

she just called ben the emotional support ghost and i mean... she ain’t wrong

honestly klaus should have just left luther to his rave, he didn’t get to party in his teens or during his college years or anything

i do appreciate the viking yell of “B R O T H E R” that luther greets klaus with though because that’s exactly how i greet my own siblings whenever i see them

oh klaus :(

he’s having war flashbacks, cravings, is in withdrawal, AND experiencing sensory overload while reliving one of the more traumatizing moment of his life

oh klaus :(

five in a bed for the second time of the season which is nice for him. if only the first time wasn’t because he passed out drunk and the second time wasn’t because of a whole shrapnel wound. i am now that captain of the Let Five Sleep brigade holy SHIT like at least they imply that the others sleep five is just feral and ready to go at all times

are the police allowed to just. remove someone’s arm sling? is that permitted? his arm could be fucked up? i mean. it is? he was shot?

“I saw everything my brothers and sister could do ruin their lives” VANYA some REALIZATION up in here,,,, admitting that the umbrella academy wasn’t exactly a desirable place to be is actually some real growth for her and leonard just fucking shuts her down? fuck that man

VANYA SEE THE RED FLAGS FOR WHAT THEY ARE COME ON

oh klaus :( oh luther :( oh :(

“love his corset side pants, like benedict from violet evergarden” - on the topic of Klaus’s pants

“I made everyone else so I must have made you” says god except for the fact that the kids just... surprise popped up instead of coming about the natural way. maybe god DIDN’T made them????????

oh klaus :( prepare for disappointment :(

oh i didn’t notice the photos of the umbrella academy in the barbershop the first time i watched this

so klaus gives an age for the mausoleum... thirteen... do you think that was before or after five left? statistically it’s probably after bc it was only a couple of months after they turned thirteen that five vanished

Klaus’s “we were just kids” breaks my heart every time

if i was one of reggie’s kids i would have just not gone to the funeral. rip to the hargreeves kids but i’m different

he doesn’t even call klaus klaus in death, he still calls klaus number four. fuck that man.

“i was gonna say i’d have been very very surprised if they kept him dead” - roommate on klaus waking up

“Five bucks says he set these guys up to try and get something out of her” - the roommate being very perceptive

cha cha is VERY rude to my girl agnes

honestly why DIDN’T hazel just kill cha cha after her whole speech and threats about killing agnes slowly in front of him???? like he literally watched her try to kill him as well

why wasn’t diego arrested in the original day that wasn’t actually?? he was being considered already. he still left the house, albeit with grace instead of allison. why wasn’t he arrested then????????

roommate thinks it’s interesting how committed the show is to their old timey shit. she used a nicer words like anachronisms but the point is: w h y

are these episodes even longer than i remember?? holy SHIT

#tua rewatch #honestly these are half proof to my sister that i am watching tua #she keeps yelling at me about s1 #there can't be that many more episodes right #apparently there are ten episodes in s1 #that's a whole 'nother three hours #jeebus #and then ten more hours for s2 #so LONG

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fedeipox · 4 years ago

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The Way of Time (Rdr2 fanfic) - Chapter 5 (3/3)

Happy New Year!! Hoping this one will be better than the last... Generally to say a year has been good or bad is a very personal consideration. This could be the first time that all people around the world agree in saying that 2020 sucked.

Part 1 here: https://fedeipox.tumblr.com/post/638598893496631296/the-way-of-time-rdr2-fanfic-chapter-5-13

Part 2 here: https://fedeipox.tumblr.com/post/638776947069059072/the-way-of-time-rdr2-fanfic-chapter-5-23

Chapter 5 (3/3) - Valentine

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Valentine was quieter that day. There were definitely fewer people wandering in the big muddy street and that was perfect according to Javier: fewer people meant fewer possibilities to be recognized, targeted or disturbed. They left the wagon where they could keep an eye on it while they had a look around and then they split: Charles went with Karen and Tilly at the saloon, while Javier, Mary-Beth and Emily walked past it.

“I need to stop by the Gunsmith. You want to wait here or…” he said as he saw the big sign painted on the top of the building.

“No, no, we come with you. I’m here for this” replied the new girl.

They crossed the street and entered the blu house. The store was poorly stocked with gun’s variety, but Javier didn’t mind it, he was there for a problem with one of his pistols and wasted no time in asking the shop-owner.

“Do you clean your weapon regularly?” he asked.

“Of course.”

“Then, it can be due to the wear. You can buy a single piece or if you are interested we have a fine supply of new Cattleman Revolvers, sir. They came the other day directly from Saint Denis.”

“I’ll take the single piece.”

“As you wish, sir.”

While the shop-owner walked in the other room, Javier turned around to watch the new girl admiring a display cabinet full of Lancasters.

“I thought you was scared of guns” he said making her turn around.

“I am, when someone holds one. Here displayed and closed up, no.”

“Is there something else I can provide for you, sir? A new rifle maybe? A shotgun?” asked the owner coming back with the new piece in his hand.

“What’s the difference between a rifle and a shotgun?” asked Emily walking closer to the counter.

“Well, there are plenty of differences, Miss. The most important is that a rifle can shoot farther and with more precision than a shotgun, thanks to the little grooves of the bore.”

“Wow, it’s fascinating. What’s the most accurate rifle you’ve got?” she asked laying her elbows on the counter.

“The Carcano Sniper Rifle. This one” he replied pointing to a big firearm inside a cabinet. w“It can hit a target at a great distance without making the bullet lose it’s power.”

“For being afraid of guns you’re quite interested” joked Javier taking out his money to pay the man.

“Hey, I’m just curious. It’s always good to learn something new. Thank you, Mister. Have a good day” she said to the man before she followed Javier outside.

“So, what you want to do now?” he asked as soon as the three of them walked out of the store.

“I don’t know. Just let’s look inside the other stores, I’m really curious to know how they’re like.”

Javier sighed thinking that that trip to town was going to be useless, but he followed her anyway when she crossed the road and aimed for the doctor. They walked inside and just like before the new girl started looking around with that admiring expression of hers, just like she had never seen an apothecary before. She watched carefully all the ingredients, medicines and tools displayed in the cabinet behind the counter and from now and then she asked something to the doctor.

“Is this real laudanum?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“You know it is addictive, don’t you? It’s like a drug.”

“Yes, Miss, but with a proper dosage the addiction can be avoided.”

“If you say so” Javier heard her murmur and it made him chuckle.

They were waiting patiently for her to finish her little tour when the door behind them opened and made the little bell above it jingle. Two men came inside, and from their look Javier was sure they weren’t there for some laudanum. And in fact, they exchanged a look with the doctor who excused himself and went to the other room followed by the two.

Javier took a couple of steps towards the door, acting indifferent but studying the two figures and the doctor as they reached another heavy iron door in the back of the other room. The doctor knocked and a couple of eyes showed up from a little window. Then, from the other side they opened and let the two men inside. Javier turned around and pretended to look at something on the table as the doctor came back.

“Hey, what do you think he has back there?” whispered the new girl walking closer to him.

Javier narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. She had noticed the two men, too. How could it be? She was clumsy and distracted, she wasn’t paying attention and she had no idea how to find an illegal activity, and that one was clearly some kind of illegal practice the doctor was running.

“I don’t know. Something illegal, it seems. There could be some money. Maybe we’ll take a look” he replied.

“Do you want to do it now?”

“No, not now. Let’s go.”

...

They walked out of the building and decided to go to the saloon to meet the others. Charles was drinking at the bar, Karen was upstairs trying to fool a poor idiot to steal from him, Tilly was at the general store to buy something.

“So, have you found something interesting?” asked Emily reaching Charles’s side.

“No, you?”

Since she had seen those two men walking inside the apothecary and she had understood something shady was going on there, she was thrilled to bits and couldn’t wait to tell it to someone else.

“We found an illegal activity or something like that. Javier says we can try to rob it.”

“We?” asked Charles frowning. “Since when you’ve become a criminal?”

“Well, technically speaking, the doctor is doing something against the law, so… if we rob him, we’re doing something good. Right?”

“I guess” murmured Charles and he drank from the little glass he had in his hands.

Emily had no idea why she had said that. She didn’t believe in what she had said: illegal activity or not, robbing him was wrong. The right thing to do was go to the police… no, the sheriff, and tell him about what they had found out. But robbing him could get them some money, which they needed so desperately.

“What are you drinking?” she asked to Charles.

“Whiskey.”

“Can I try?” she asked and looked at the man behind the bar who with a nod of his head turned around to take a bottle.

“You never had whiskey?” asked Charles

“I generally drink beer or cocktails at the parties, but never tried whiskey, no.”

“Get me one too, while you’re here, buddy” said Javier throwing a coin on the bar.

“Do you want something, Mary-Beth?” asked Emily.

“No, thank you. I’m going to check on Karen” she answered and walked towards the stairs that leaded upstairs.

The barman poured two glasses of amber liquid and served one to Emily and one to Javier who didn’t even look at it before he swallowed it.

“Are you sure about the job thing?” she asked at the man behind the counter.

He looked at her in a way that made her understand there was no possibility to get a job there, at least not the job she wanted to get.

“Okay, okay, sorry. I won’t ask again.”

Then, she took the little glass and just like she had seen people doing in the movies, put all the content in her mouth and down her throat. Needless to say, Charles had to pat her back and ask her if she was okay when she started coughing hard.

“Y-yes, I’m fine. Shit, this thing is strong. How can you drink it all the time?”

“We’re used to it” answered Javier.

“Hey!”

The three of them turned around to look at the man approaching the counter.

“You were here the other day, weren’t you? With the big man with the cowboy hat” he said to Emily.

“Yes, I was here, why?”

“Weren’t you looking for a job?”

Emily exchanged a look with Charles before she answered.

“Yes.”

“I’ve got a job for you, honey.”

“Really?” she asked naively.

“Right here” he said and he brought a hand to his… private parts.

Emily was used to stupid boys who played silly with her at school or at work, but no-one, no-one, had ever done something like that. She felt outraged, insulted, shameful and she had to look away as the man started to laugh with his friends.

“Hey, watch yourself, cabrón” said Javier.

“What, she’s yours? Sorry, partner, but I don’t believe such a delicate flower can go with someone like you.”

“Listen, why don’t you go back to your friends and leave us alone” replied Charles taking a step forward.

“Easy, big fella. I don’t want no problems. I just want to try the little thing here” he said with a nod towards Emily, who in the meantime had lowered her head so much that she was looking at the tip of her boots.

The men in the room laughed again and she felt her eyes sting and the shame running through her body. Then, Charles took her by her shoulders and pushed her away.

“We wait for you by the wagon” she heard him saying to Javier.

Just like Arthur had done the day before, he led her out of the saloon and from there they reached the wagon.

“Are you okay?” asked Charles very kindly.

Emily nodded, but she dried a tear from her eye and Charles didn’t miss it.

“Don’t listen to them. There are always people like that in the world. You have to be strong and don’t mind what they say.”

Emily nodded again, as the tears started running uncontrollably. She din’t want to cry, to appear weak, but yet she couldn’t stop herself from doing it. Charles patted her on the shoulder and for her that was the go-ahead: she rounded his waist with her arms and hided her face in his chest.

Charles was surprised by the contact, but he didn’t withdraw. How could she be like that? He had never met someone so naive. Life was hard, the world was cruel and there was no escape for anyone from becoming cold, mean and heartless. So either she had lived all her life closed inside a room, or she was… Charles felt bad by thinking that, but she was a little dumb.

Tilly was the first who came back from the store and she helped Emily in recovering from the bad experience. Then, the others showed up and they all got on the wagon and rode back to camp.

That was the second trip to Valentine and again Emily couldn’t not think that she didn’t like that place. It stank of shit, it was full of assholes and there was nothing interesting.

When they arrived, she decided to take something sweet from the kitchen to cheer herself up a little and reached Mr. Pearson who, noticing her sad face, decided to give her a chocolate bar.

She thanked him and giving it a bite she walked towards the rest of the camp passing in front of Hosea and Arthur seated at the same round table.

“So, how was Valentine?” asked the former.

Emily, looked first at him and then at Arthur.

“You were right” she said, fixing her eyes on Mr. Morgan’s face. “That saloon is no place for me.”

#rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x female oc #arthur morgan #javier escuella #Charles Smith #tilly jackson #mary-beth gaskill #karen jones

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pi-cat000 · 5 years ago

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MSA time travel idea (part 35)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, Vivi POV, 8, 9, 10, Lewis POV, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, Lance POV 18, 19, Lewis POV 2, 21 , 22, Vivi POV 2, 24, 25 Lewis POV 3, Mystery POV , Vivi POV 3, 29, Lewis POV 4, 31, ViVi POV 4 , 33, 34

Part 36: here

LEWIS POV:

Whereas he barely felt the knife stabbing into him, Lewis definitely feels it come out. It doesn’t help that the thing pretending to be Arthur seems to be going out of its way to cause as much pain as possible. And yes, there is a lot of pain. Even with a whole lot of adrenaline smoothing over the worst of it, it is probably the worst thing Lewis has ever experienced. It briefly whites out his vision, so he almost misses Arthur as he steps out of the torchlight. What Lewis does see, in amongst the white spots, is that twisted uncanny smile, smug and self-assured. Nothing like any expression he has seen Arthur make before. It’s all wrong.

Lewis doesn’t remember kneeling, but he must have because suddenly Vivi is crouched in front of him, supporting his weight, preventing from face-planting into the concrete. Quickly, she ties her scarf around his side.

“I’m fine,” He mutters, trying to wave her away, “Go after Arthur.”

“You’ve been stabbed,” Vivi objects, frustrated, adding, “…and I can’t,” blue eyes meeting his before flicking over to Mystery who is blocking her way. The dog is glowing red, and his growls make Lewis’s neck prickle with unease despite not being the target. Right. Because, not only is Arthur possessed by that thing, but Mystery is a supernatural whatever as well. If he weren’t in so much pain, the revelation would be more impactful.

His next words are drowned out by another louder shout.

“ALRIGHT ASSHOLE…STOP RIGHT THERE!”

Both he and Vivi turn. Lewis stares openly at the middle-aged man who seems to have materialised from the gloom, holding a shotgun that moves between all three of them, landing on Arthur.

“Nobody move.” Is ordered in a tone consisting of visibly uncontained rage which doesn’t bode well in the slightest. Just when Lewis thinks they are done with the nasty surprises, another one comes crawling from the woodwork. Lewis struggles to stand so he’s ready to run if need be, his side throbs with a spike of intense pain.

The man, Lewis vaguely recognises him but, with the darkened surroundings, he is hard to really place, addresses Vivi, “Never heard of Arthur huh?”

Vivi stiffens, and Lewis realises, with a quick note of leather clothing, that this must be the leather-wearing crazy guy from earlier. Though, given the circumstances, perhaps he isn’t as crazy as initially thought.

“Good thing I didn’t believe yah now isn’t. You kids are in some real shit,” The man glowers past them, “I finally got ya. Nowhere to run now.”

“I’m sorry. Have we met? You human’s all look alike,” The body snatcher, Lewis refuses to think of this thing as Arthur, sounds mildly irritated.

“You fucking know who I am!”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself.” Lewis recognises one of his chef knives as it is waved around flippantly.

“Sonofabitch. You’re going to regret messing with…”

“Hold it. Wait…” The body snatcher interrupts, clicking its fingers, “I remember. Wait. No…I’ve lost it. Maybe give me a hint?”

The man’s face twists into a snarl of furry, “Slimy rat-bastard…If you think for one…”

“Oh! I’ve got it! Mickey. No. Micky. Yes. Apologies. You were such a useless, forgettable host that it completely slipped my mind.” If the body snatcher is trying to make the other man mad, it is succeeding. Worried, Lewis observes the livid expression on the gunman’s face. Even in the dark, the rage is very apparent.

“How is that gunshot wound treating you? It looks infected.”

“How about I give you a matching one, and you can tell me all about it!?”

“Tch,” Arthur’s green eyes narrow losing some of their humour. Then, seemingly addressing none of the people present, it comments, “And this is exactly why leaving hosts alive always backfires.”

Before, when the creature had been supposedly conversing with Mystery, it had made clear eye-contact with the dog. Now, it gestures loosely into the middle distance. It’s talking to Arthur, he realises, and it simultaneously fills him with hope and makes him sick to the stomach.

“They all get this notion in their head that it’s my fault their pathetic lives went down the toilet. And then it’s all ‘you’ll pay for this’ and whatnot.” It turns Arthur’s eyes back to Micky, “I suppose you’re still mad about your brother. Dan was it?”

“Don’t say you dare say his name!”

“Dan? Short for Daniel? The most promising exorcist in three generations and far better than you could ever be? That Daniel? …Maybe if you’d been even half of what he was, you wouldn’t have been possessed so damn easily. I mean, this kid put up more of a fight, and he’s pretty much a walking collection of neurosis.’”

“I said shut the fuck up!��

“Did you even go back to bury him, or did you just leave him there? What happened to all the ritual, funeral nonsense to send his soul on its merry way? How disrespectful.”

The gun clicks. It’s like it wants to get shot! Lewis feels Vivi tense beside him and knows that she has come to the same conclusion.

“Stop!” Vivi lurches uprights, trying and failing to dodge around Mystery. “If you shoot, you’ll kill Arthur!”

“That fucking brat sent us to our deaths. He’s just as guilty.”

The body snatcher sniggers, “I’m sure Dan would be very unimpressed at how you’re threatening this poor innocent human. I mean, if he weren’t a shish-kebab at the bottom of a cave.”

A loud, almost animalistic, yell. In the fraction of an instant before the gun goes off, Arthur’s body lurches to the right. For a moment, it looks like Arthur might manage to dodge. Lewis’s breath catches.

Crack.

The gun fires. Arthur flickers. It is as if, for a split second, there are two people overlayed atop each other. If the body snatcher is planning to dodge, protecting both itself and Arthur, it fails, stumbling, visibly hurt.

Next, there is an explosion of energy, briefly lighting the space with ominous red. From the flash leaps a giant canid creature with many lashing tails, obstructing his view. The gunman, obviously just as surprised by its appearance, turns wildly, aiming the gun at the new threat. A second shot discharges with another loud crack, point-blank, right into second monster’s chest. The giant- Lewis thinks it might be a fox- doesn’t falter, slamming into the gun-wielding maniac, jaws closing on the weapon.

“Arthur!” Vivi’s voice snaps his attention back to Arthur. Lewis is not sure where the bullet has hit but the way the body snatcher’s face twists, spitting to itself, “You little shit,” before toppling over backwards, means it hit somewhere. He struggles to follow Vivi, who has already run forward, ignoring how his side burns and his breath is more laboured than it should be. Lewis hurries up to his prone friend, spotting the quickly spreading stain of red on Arthur’s left shoulder.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Vivi mutters, “Bleeding…that’s a lot of blood. Need to control the bleeding.” She pulls off her shirt, placing it over the wound, pressing down. Arthur’s eyes snap open, bright green, focusing on Vivi and then on him. They flicker to golden-brown.

“Arthur?” Vivi breaths, also noticing the change.

“Vi…”

“Shh. Don’t speak. Everything will be okay. I don’t think its hit anything important. Just lie still.”

Gold flickers to green again, and Arthur grins, “What’s…up. You…goin…watch him die …with me?” The words get chocked off when the gold returns. The smiles twists into something more pained. Lewis leans in as Arthur tries to speak again.

“No.” Vivi puts out a hand, leaving a red mark on his shirt, “Don’t make skin contact.”

Green and gold flicker again, so fast that the two colours bleed into each other like coloured ink running together. “Even if …you save him…I’ll be here. You’ll never get me out…He’ll be mine for…” It’s the body snatcher, struggling to form words as blood trickles out the corner of Arthur’s mouth.

“Don’t talk,” Vivi snaps. The hand nearest to him twitches, trying to touch her wrist. But the blood loss has made it slow and lethargic, allowing Vivi to draw away.

“Lewis, hold his arm down so it doesn’t try to grab me. I need to keep pressure on this. Do you have your phone on you? We need to call for help, like an ambulance, and….”

Vivi’s instructions wash over him as he stares at the hand then back at Arthur. If they do save Arthur, then they would be right back to where they started, with this thing piloting around his friend’s body. Probably, hurting Arthur in the process because he can’t imagine that it’s a present experience. Lewis takes his phone from his back pocket and places in on the ground.

“Lew…is.” It’s Arthur again, barely managing to speak, breathing hard as Vivi pushes down, stemming the worst of the flow. Even the two words sound so defeated and sad. Lewis can’t just do nothing. Not when he can save Arthur from this thing. In that moment, in the seconds between Arthur’s breathing and the sounds of fighting behind him, Lewis reaches to take Arthur’s hand.

“Look after Arthur.” He orders. Vivi makes a brief noise of objection, but it is too late.

Skin against skin.

Arthur’s hand is unnaturally cold.

There is a sharp pain in his palm which travels up the limb. Quickly, he lurches upright, stumbling two steps back to get as far away from Vivi and Arthur as possible. A portion of his arm begins to turn a sickly green, which travels up towards his shoulder. Arthur, the real Arthur, is now the picture of horror.

“W…hy?” His friend coughs. Lewis finds he can’t respond, body frozen. Slowly, green creeps, inching along, making his skin crawl.

Then, a heavy weight hits him from behind, causing him to stagger. Jaws and sharp teeth clamp down around his upper arm, halting the green. One large, red eye stares at him, almost apologetic. As if moving in slow motion, Lewis sees the fox bite and hears the crunch of bone splintering. Blood droplets spin hypnotically in the air.

It is probably fortunate that, right then, Lewis is yanked back and away. If he can’t handle the pain of a stab wound, he can’t imagine enjoying the sensation of having his arm ripped apart. This is what Lewis thinks while he falls into deeper, more complete darkness.

He is falling, nothingness surrounding him. He is falling right up until he isn’t.

Above him, a ceiling fades into view. Confused, he blinks at the pale grey roof overhead. Is he dead? He doesn’t feel dead. Hurriedly, Lewis sits upright, grasping for his arm. It is still there, attached to his shoulder, no worse for wear. Except, Lewis’s eyes widen, watching the limb flicker, disappearing then reappearing. He can feel it and move it, but when he stares at it for too long, it doesn’t seem real. Transparent.

“…have known… too good to be true….It’s always too good to be true…” The irritated voice, though muffled, is familiar. Lewis twists, searching for its source, finding himself on the floor of a grey-coloured version of the Kingsman workshop. However, unlike Kingsman Mechanics, which was always alive with activity and the sound of machinery, everything here is still and eerily silent. Through the open garage doors, instead of the Tempo desert, Lewis sees an expanse of endless grey void. Across the floor and ceiling spreads several jagged cracks like the room is seconds from falling to pieces.

“…there was no way in any of the hells that some punk human would get away with breaking The Rules and not have it blow up in their stupid face...”

Leaning against the workbench, a few feet away, is Arthur. Only, it’s not Arthur. The skin is tinted green, not unlike his arm in those brief moments before Lewis was pulled down here.

“…and I just got suckered in like some witless porn.” Growling, kicking the bench irritably, not-Arthur grumbles, “What a waste of potential.”

Slowly, Lewis tries to climb to his feet without catching its attention. He is unsuccessful because, no sooner has he moved, its eyes snap to him. Now, instead of bright green, they are flecked with golden yellow.

“Hello Lewis,” It greets in a voice so like Arthur’s that it grates on Lewis’s ears. A larger crack appears across the ceiling, lengthening, almost splitting the room in half. Grey dust rains down around them, and the room shakes.

“Nice of you to stop by, even if it is for a few seconds. I was so looking forward to possessing you too. It really is a shame.”

Lewis glares at the twisted, mock version of his friend, who, despite everything, is still grinning. Now his mind is no longer muddled with the pain of a stab wound, there is new mounting anger. He clenches a fist.

“What’s the matter big guy? Had a rough day? Not often you get stabbed by your best friend now is it?”

Lewis should be scared. This thing has made it apparent that it didn’t give two shits about killing him. Hell, this bastard had stabbed him. Lewis glances briefly at his side. There is no wound to be seen. In his mind’s eye, he sees the last few minutes flash past. He can see Arthur, in pain. His best friend had looked so defeated. Somehow he knows it is this things fault. Everything until now, all the supernatural weirdness and confusion, this thing is at the centre of it all. No, Lewis isn’t scared. He's furious.

"There's the Lewis I was waiting to see. None of that sentimental concerned crap…only anger,” The fake-Arthur grins wider, noting his rage.

"This is your fault." He snaps in lieu of a proper come-back, taking an aggressive step forward clenching and unclenching his fist. "What did you do to Arthur.”

“Hehe, still more worried about Arthur? You really should adjust your priorities, considering there is a high chance that my removal will kill you. Losing an arm isn’t pretty.”

Lewis twitches. The rage builds. It builds in waves, expanding to fill his chest and, before he knows it, he’s across the room, picking the fake-Arthur up by the shirt, and slamming into a wall. There is no real-Arthur here to hold him back. He wants to wipe that smile off its face and make it pay for all the stress and hurt it has forced on all of them in the last few days.

“What happened to Arthur!”

A scoff of contempt. “Nothing happened to Artie, aside from getting shot, he’s back in his body. All he had to do was sit back and not interfere, but instead, he got in the way like the suicidal little shit he is. I’d watch out for that, your friend is a real basket case.”

Lewis sees fire and red. He slams the creature against the wall, causing new cracks to form and spread like a spider web. It feels unevenly satisfying to hurt this creature. It feels good right up until the body snatcher turns its face into something that looks almost exactly like Arthur. No smug smile. Just pain. If it weren’t for the green skin, Lewis might have believed it.

“So willing to hurt Arthur. You’re giving me goosebumps.”

His grip falters. “You’re not Arthur,” He retorts.

“No. But I look like him. Not that that matters when assigning blame. No wonder Arthur is scared of you.”

His anger simmers down into something more akin to apprehension. Before, outside his family diner, the demon had said something about knowing the truth behind Arthur’s reason for avoiding him. What did this thing know?

Lewis grits his teeth, "I didn't do anything to Arthur. I couldn’t of. It must be something else. Another variable." That’s what Vivi said, and she is right. Why does it sound like he's trying to convince himself now?

"Is that what you think, or is that what our good friend Vivi thinks? She's smart, I'll give you that, a real catch, but you can't rely on her for everything. You have to make your own decisions based on what you want. You know Arthur is scared. You saw it. Pure fear."

The body snatcher gives him a shove in the chest, forcing Lewis to drop the other to the floor. Tense, he watches it spend a moment straitening its shirt in a very Arthur-like move. Suddenly, he feels very guilty despite knowing this was only a replica of his friend.

It grins again, glancing up, “I can show you, you know. I have Arthur’s memories. I can leave them behind before I’m forced to leave." More cracks are appearing now, covering every surface like one half of the room is about to fall away. Deliberately, fake-Arthur leans towards him, “What do you say?”

“Arthur will tell me the truth when he’s ready.” Lewis wants to object further but finds the words stuck.

It laughs, an unpleasant sound, full of malice, “Not if he thinks the truth will hurt you. He’ll continue lying for forever if he thinks it’ll protect you. Besides, you might die right now, so Arthur might not even get the chance. Then you’ll never know.”

Uneasy, Lewis swallows, realising that it is right. Arthur would lie to protect him and Vivi. It is probably the reason why he’d been lying for the last few weeks. Lewis frowns down at the ground, breaking eye contact, trying to work through what he actually wants and not liking the answer. Its got him. Despite knowing that having Arthur’s memories is a bad idea that it will cause more harm than good, he finds he doesn’t care.

"Well, do you want the truth or not? Quickly now, I don't have a lot of time here."

Why is Arthur scared? He needs to know why. He desperately needs to know.

“I want to know.” He says it before he can really help it.

One elongated step and the body snatcher is suddenly close, acting before Lewis can change his mind. He attempts to move back, but the body snatcher is reaching up, grabbing his collar, yanking him down to eye level, “Good choice.”

Lewis instinctively pulls back, but the faker's eyes swirl hypnotically, shifting to a more potent green, holding him in place.

"It’s been nice talking, I think I’m beginning to see why Arthur’s so damn obsessed with you, so much delicious internal conflict...but alas our time is up.”

The walls around them crumble, splintering apart.

“It may be a day, a year or even a few decades, but I’ll be back so we’ll meet again. That's a promise."

The workshop dissolves.

"Until then, enjoy Arthur’s memories. And remember, you wanted this."

Note: Lewis joins Arthur in the pit of bad decisions.

Part 36: here

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fernthewriter · 4 years ago

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Some facts about myself.

I'm 22 years old I'm right and left handed. I don’t have a middle name. I don't eat goat's cheese. I just got my driver's license back and for as long as I can remember I've been really into good ramen and bad puns.

I believe there are only two kinds of people in the world those who admit they've never peed in the shower and liars.

I'm not religious. My faith in God died when my grandmother did. But a few months ago I saw my nephew's face for the first time and now I can't help but think that maybe heaven is not something we need to die to get to I go to an elite college which means I'm not the most profitable way to ship food from a factory to supermarket but I don't know the middle names of any of the women who cook my lunch every day. I'm the son of a man who never misses a home cooked meal or skips his dishwashing duties. The son of a woman told me that my name is an earthquake and waiting she said it hold your name in its mouth like the most beautiful secret that this world has yet to know I'm only 5 foot 8 on a really good day.

But being built like a short story is a lesson in finding other ways to being the tallest tale in the room. I don't know what it means to be a man and for a while I thought the weight room could tell me but I've heard stories of men with shotgun barrels for arms who use their bodies as weapons. I've seen them shoot their mouths off and leave bullet holes in women's spirits. My sisters say that they raised me to be a good guy but I have a set of knuckles swollen with the memory of teeth and blood and black eyes from the dudes at Astoria park and I'm still learning to unlearn my own violence reminded every day that a righteous heart inside a male body is just a gun with a safety left on. And I know boys who are still searching for the manhood inside bottles, Bank accounts in between nameless hips. Those who voice remote control their partners because they're not strong enough to let things go.

I know that men carry an addiction to property in our blood. Now when I was a kid I shoplifted things I didn't need or want just but just did it to feel like there was something in this world that I could own. I know the most beautiful thing about love is that it cannot be owned somedays I still am the 13 year old that his stomach drops itself every time Elissa Nunez walks past his lunch table and I don't watch much TV these days but I'm still a Nickelodeon kid at heart. So please ask me who loves orange soda I will tell you.

I will tell you I've broken more of my own bones than promises In my life I'm still figuring out how to hold onto this helium balloon called happiness. I’ve got charisma down to a science. But most days I still have less confidence than English weather but I'm learning everyday what it means to be human without being whole. You see every night the sky opens its mouth and swallows the sun in a single gulp.

Just to make room for the moon. What a wonderful way to live life to be so full of so much light but always hungry for more.

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years ago

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Fate Is Sealed. Chapter 13

Fandom: John Wick

Ship: John x Elizabeth (OC)

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Nothing seemed to make sense as we left the Continental. My brain felt numb as it made an effort to register what was happening around me. All I knew was that I was suddenly some other place. I blacked out completely. It was hard to focus, but I hardly recognized John’s house.

I hadn’t made a sound. I didn’t oppose as he took me with him. I struggled to stand even with his arm around me. I didn’t flinch when he began treating my wounds. I barely registered the panicked expression on his brown eyes. My entire body felt so numb that I only assumed where my wounds were thanks to John’s delicate cares when treating them.

He sighed, gingerly brushing the hair off my eyes, and squeezed my upper arm. His touch and closeness seemed to help grounding me back on reality. The more I looked at him and noticed the intensity in his glance, the less detached I felt.

“I…” His eyes immediately moved to lock with mine when I piped up. “I’m sorry”

“You did it in self defense” He just said, carefully pressing a cut in my forehead with the antiseptic drenched cotton. “I get it”

“I was so… scared” The frantic nature of my previous close calls was nothing compared to the absolute ferocity in Simone’s eyes, her determination to kill me. Her anger. My anger. “I…”

“Liz, it’s okay” John interrupted me, tenderly holding on to my face to continue his cares when I looked away.

“N-No! No, it’s not okay. It’s not, I did something terrible, even to someone like her” I gulped, wringing my hands thinking about the future. “There will be consequences”

“Not while I’m here”

“John, I don’t want you to-“

“We’re here to protect each other”

“But I don’t-“

John cupped my cheek, sending me an even more intense glance than before.

“Don’t feel guilty, she was no innocent” His thumb brushed against my skin when he paused. “And you acted on self defense. You’re better than what that guilt is telling you”

I blinked away my tears and nodded, understanding that what he was trying to tell me was important. It didn’t help make me feel better, but the fact that he was willing to protect me even from myself made me feel safer. The fact that he still defended me had to mean something.

John nodded too, leaning closer to leave a small kiss on my forehead. I shuddered at the contact, heaving a sigh that seemed to light part of the weight from my shoulders.

Just then I grew aware of Buddy’s chin resting on my knee. I wondered how long the dog had been there for, and brought up a shaky hand to pet his head.

I then jumped in alarm when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Now freezing at the sound, I made eye contact with John. We both wondered who it could be, but said nothing. Being rational, I knew that after Gaige, Simone, Delfino, Dominic and pretty much everyone being dead, there was no one else related to the subject that could want to exert revenge on me. But that wasn’t my biggest concern.

Seemingly calm, John slowly let go of me and looked over his shoulder. He then reached out for the bedside table, where his weapon was, and picked it up.

As soon as he took one step, I held him back.

“No, don’t go” I felt myself shaking, just thinking about him opening the door only to receive a bullet between the eyes.

John seemed to consider it, looking from my hand grabbing his arm back to my face. When the person outside knocked again, he sighed in what I recognized as determination.

“Stay here” John whispered, but I shook my head even as I fought back tears.

“I’m coming with you” I stood up, although my knees were extremely shaky.

I didn’t let go of his arm as we both stood there in silence for a second.

John just sighed as he headed for the door, me following closely and holding on to the back of his jacket. We stopped before the front door, watching the silhouette of a man through the semi opaque glass. Then John opened it to reveal Winston, standing there with the gravest expression I had ever seen him compose.

“Jonathan” He nodded in his direction, then turning to me. “Elizabeth”

“I am not turning her in” John said before Winston could even address it.

“She broke the rules, Jonathan” The latter replied, calmly placing his hands behind his back.

“If she hadn’t done it, that woman would have killed her” John still defended me, his voice low but powerful.

Winston briefly glanced over to me, being shielded behind John’s tall stature, before responding.

“And then Simone would have faced the consequences” Winston simply said. “But it was Elizabeth who shot first”

“I don’t care” John roughly said, visibly tensing up.

“I still have to pronounce her excommunicado” Winston pulled out his phone to back his statement. “And you can’t help her, no services”

There was a tense silence in which they stared at each other, seizing the other up. I tried to speak up, but John noticed and took hold of my wrist without even glancing at me. His silent gesture was enough for me to remain quiet.

Winston leaned his phone against his ear and gave the order, not breaking eye contact with John. Still, there was no defiance in his glance, only resignation.

“It’s done” He said, saving his phone back on his pocket. “Take a piece of advice: don’t get involved”

“I’m not losing her too” Was John’s only response before he shut the door on Winston’s face.

“John” I exclaimed, my mind being too frantic to entirely wrap my head around what was happening. “If you help me, they’ll kill you too”

“They can try” Still holding on to my wrist, he took me with him as he walked further into the house again.

“We need to go, r-right?” I shook my head, trying to put my thoughts into order. “I-I mean, after my house, this will be the first place they’ll check”

“Yes” John held his hands on my hips. “Go and grab all that you can, I have to gather some things too”

I frowned, analyzing his expression. There was no regret whatsoever, only love and determination. It moved me profoundly, but also troubled me.

To urge me, John pushed me a little bit in the direction I was supposed to take. I obliged, although begrudgingly, and returned to his room. I stopped at the entrance, watching the bag with my belongings. I walked towards it and took my guns out of it, holding them in my hands and intently watching them.

I reached out so the tattoo in my forearm was visible under the sleeve. I heaved a sigh, letting the reminder to infuse me with the courage I needed. I told myself that the reason why I had retaliated other times was because I would not sit still, but fight back. And even if death was imminent, I wouldn’t go without a fight.

I walked down the stairs to the hall where I reunited with John, who was carrying a shotgun. He looked at me, his eyes halting on the weapons in my hands.

“Fate may be sealed” I only told him. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t fight against it”

John stared at me for a moment, and there was a spark in his eyes as the corners of his lips curved up.

Outside it was pouring with rain, and the noise of the busy streets confused itself with the heavy pitter patter of the water falling.

It felt like we had been holding our breath ever since we left John’s house. Every car that was too close could be the enemy. Every person that glanced at us could have intentions of hurting us. The paranoia only seemed to slightly die down when we sheltered ourselves into the museum. We walked further into it, side by side. I touched my thighs again, checking that the guns and extra magazines were still there, secure in my pockets. Then I moved my hands up to my nape to secure my soaked hair into a braid.

“We can’t stay here forever” I muttered, watching how John carefully eyed every corner we passed. “We’re not all that safe here anyway. What are we gonna do?”

“Stay alive” He replied, stopping before me just as I finished holding my hair up.

“Do you have a plan?”

“Something like that”

“Is the plan improvising?”

John gave me a look, smiling ever so slightly, but didn’t reply. I challenged him with my own gaze but he still said nothing. A few seconds of silence followed.

“The plan is to protect you” To reinforce his words, John took me by the hand and gave it a loving squeeze.

“Well, mine is to protect you” I grinned, squeezing back. “Guess we’re even”

John properly grinned in return as his thumb caressed the back of my hand. Then he softly let go of it, stepping back to recognize the area.

While I let him do it, I tiredly watched the sights of the museum. I felt bad for not having visited it when I could. Before, I had Gaige after me, but now it was basically the whole city of New York. And I had dragged John into it too.

All my wild fantasies of the things I could do if I were free from this world inevitably returned to me. All the things I had missed out on because of the path my life had been destined to follow. All the things I could have done if only I had a normal life.

I noticed a globe not far from me, so I feebly spun it and watched where it stopped. I imagined myself in that uncharted city, indulging in the luxury of letting my mind wander in that precarious moment.

John’s footsteps brought me back to reality. He returned, shotgun still in hand, and gave me a comforting nod. His eyes briefly paused on the globe before returning to me.

I bit my lip as I realized that we were only prolonging an inevitable fate. I was still going to fight until my last breath, but someone would eventually best us. There was no escape from this situation. Not even John Wick could escape death forever.

“Don’t worry” John must have seen my struggle, because he walked closer to me and lovingly held me by the chin. “We’ll be okay”

I opened my mouth, about to reply and reluctantly agree with him to keep my hopes up, when something caught my attention. John’s shoulders tensed up too, as he spied behind him with the corner of his eye.

Moving on an instinct, John pushed me away and quickly turned around to face the people that had entered the building looking for us.

With the force he pushed me with, I fell on my ass. Still, I sat up quickly and picked up my weapons, ready to jump to my feet and back him up. However, by the time I was on my feet, gunshots had already been fired and there were two bodies on the floor now.

Breathing heavily, I exchanged a glance with John before he averted his gaze to reload his weapon. I avoided looking back to the dead pair of people and walked away from them instead.

“We’re not safe here anymore” John muttered, and I knew he was right.

“Next time let me help” I muttered, holding my guns up. “We’re doing this together, remember?”

John smiled just a little and nodded in agreement. He held his hand out, which I didn’t hesitate to take. And together, we exited the building to face our fate. Together.

My loud panting was muffled by the heavy sound of raining. My hair and clothes were drenched and the only think keeping me from freezing to death was the fact that I couldn’t stop running.

They had found us, and this time it wasn’t just two people. It was a group of at least ten, and they were too athletic to outrun them. Risking losing some speed, I slightly turned to them and shot my gun over my shoulder, managing to hit three of them even in movement. John, running beside me, completely turned around to unload the fury of his shotgun on them, getting rid of four. Unlike the three I shot, these didn’t get back up.

Not wanting to leave him behind and alone, I accommodated my pace with his while waiting for him to catch up. However, John took me by the arm.

I stared at him as I kept track of our pursuers with the corner of my eye. The raindrops that accumulated on John’s wet hair slid down to his cheeks as the curtain of hair was now sticking to his skin.

“Run, I’ll catch up” He said, tightly holding on to my forearm, right over the layers that separated his hand from my tattoo.

“What happened to together?”

“I don’t want to lose you, Liz”

“I don’t want to lose you either, John!”

My heart started speeding up when we silently stared into each other’s eyes. The sound of the rain seemed louder than ever before. There was a certain and electric urgency in the air.

“I love you” John finally broke the silence, causing my heart to jump inside my chest. I had been denying myself the luxury of admitting my own emotions, but there was no lying anymore. Not to me, not to him.

“I love you too” Knowing this could very well be our last kiss, I threw myself to him and smashed my lips against his.

His free hand –the one not holding the shotgun –wrapped around me and desperately pushed me even closer against him. My eyes closed as we deepened the kiss and my arms fell around his neck, bringing him closer myself.

The exchange must have lasted only a few seconds, but time stood still. In that moment all I could fathom was him, my love for him, his love for me. In that moment, everything was alright because we had each other. Because we were together. For only a couple of seconds I forgot we were being chased by people who wanted to kill us on sight. There was no imminent death, no danger, no hurry. Only John’s loving and protective embrace.

I frowned when he broke away and began firing his shotgun. I myself lifted my guns up and prepared to shoot too, seeing as they were already firing. One of their bullets reached me in the leg, causing me to stumble and struggle to maintain balance. John was quick to react, though, and wrapped an arm around my waist to keep me up. That didn’t stop us from retaliating.

Still holding on to me, John fired his shotgun and swung me around when he needed to move. I rapidly aimed and fired, reminding myself that this was life or death and it was far more effective to shoot at the head or chest instead of just incapacitating them.

“I’m okay” I muttered, trying not to pay attention to the burning pain in my leg.

Immediately responding to the statement, John let go of me and began reloading his weapon. I stood before him and covered him while he did it.

“I got you” I assured, shooting left and right before they closed the distance between us or their bullets reached us.

Many faceless goons fell, but I missed one of them with my aim and he looked adamant to finish the job. I quickly turned to John when the other lifted his gun. Cocking the shotgun for him when I realized he was done reloading, I then pushed John out of the way just as the goon fired at us. His arm was already reaching to move me out of the way, but too late. I breathed out when we successfully avoided the bullet directed at us.

John didn’t even think twice, he stood up just as fast he fell –not without acknowledging me by tapping my arm –and took care of that one. I faced the remaining five goons or so, who had been previously injured by my gun.

I created some more distance between them and me and swore under my breath when I ran out of bullets. I didn’t have time to reload while they also carried pistols, so I threw the empty gun at one of them and ran towards them.

John had my back, eliminating some of the others, while I took care of two. One tried to shoot me, but I was too close for that and took ahold of his wrist. I rolled onto the ground, still holding on to him to throw him so he landed with me. Once both of us were on the ground, I kicked the gun away and elbowed him in the face, which resulted in a bloody nose.

Just as I separated myself from him, a distant bullet reached his forehead. Assuming it was John’s, I moved on to the other goon. I took my belt off and wrapped it around his neck as this one carried a knife instead. I tightened my hold on his throat, but he broke away by cutting the belt with his knife. I stumbled with the sharp movement, but remembering I had one of my own, I sank my blade on his neck until he stopped struggling.

I turned to the sound of gunfire just as it stopped. My heart continued to race in my chest, and my lungs begged for more oxygen after the physical strain. The rain still surrounded me, continually falling onto my head and drenching me even more than I already was. Part of me hoped the water washed away all the blood and the reminder of the violence, but I pushed that thought away.

I ran closer to the jumble of bodies on the ground, trying to recognize if anyone was moving. I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted a familiar figure lying face down on the floor, motionless. I was out of breath, my brain frantically working trying to comprehend what my eyes were seeing. What my heart refused to believe, that the bloody person lying in the ground was indeed John Wick.

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4: The Tiefling and the Dragonborn

“FINE! I’M FUCKING COMING, WHATEVER! BUT I’M DRIVING!” the front door was slammed open and Billy’s voice roared through the air, making me smirk widely before winking at him past my shoulder. “Oh, baby, trust me, I KNEW this was gonna happen. You love your redheads!” I told him before getting in the passenger seat. “Max, careful there! We’ll be right behind you!” I yelled at them as Max got in Steve’s driver’s seat and started the engine. “Why the fuck is Harrington letting my sister drive?! She’s, like, 13!” he growled in annoyance, making me put my hand on his shoulder to calm him down. “Max is an absolute badass, so I wouldn’t worry if I were you. I bet she drives better than Harrington.” I laughed, making him chuckle slightly as he shot up after them as we got to the vine tunnel. “The fuck is this place?” he asked as we all got out of our cars. “It’s hell…” I muttered, taking a deep breath and hoisting my shotgun on my shoulder.

We took the gasoline and the other equipment and were to go inside the tunnel, but as much as I wanted to hold Billy’s hand for reassurance, I had to be the strong one today. However, the was an unexpected problem that occurred which made me slap my face hard in annoyance.

“Get in the car. RIGHT. NOW!” I yelled at them to get inside, but of course, they protested. “What?! We can’t leave you alone! Who knows how many Demodogs are out there! You can’t fight them all!” Mike screamed at my face, but I only shook my head. “And what are you gonna do, Mike? Tell me? Do you have any kind of power to defeat these guys? Or, I don’t know, can you shoot? Or anything that won’t make you a burden to me to protect?” I asked impatiently. “Steve, Billy, split up in the cars and make sure nobody gets out, okay?” I instructed them, but they were reluctant to do so. “I’m not sure what to say about that, Katrina, you could die out there. Those things are scary as hell.” Steve shook his head in disdain. “Until El closes the damn gate, we are going to be at risk. I’m trying to keep the monsters from going to her place, and if I get to be the diversion, then so be it! What else would you want to do?!” I asked in annoyance, making Dustin come forth a bit. “What if we go down the tunnels and light them up while you keep them busy here? It’ll be like a double diversion, right?” he proposed, but I could only frown. “If I don’t stay with you, there’s nobody down there to protect you. Neither of you have powers and if those things come in more than 2 or 3…” I bite my lip anxiously, looking around as the snarling got louder. “Steve and Billy are strong enough, right? They can fight the demodogs if anything else fails!” Mike suggested, making the older boys groan. “They are still human…I…I…It’s dangerous…Okay, how about this. Put up the equipment and we go down the tunnel. I will guide you to the middle and then I return to make sure to fight any ambush, while all of you stay here. Sounds good?” I breath out, scared out of my wits for everyone, and the kids nodded. “Why the hell are you constantly putting yourself in danger for these twerps?!” Billy sneered, glaring at the kids. “Because these kids accepted me when everyone else shunned me. If I die to protect them, then I’ll have no regrets. But that includes you and Steve as well…So, please…Please, guys…Be responsible and don’t die out there, okay?” I managed to say barely above a whisper, but Steve shook his head. “We are not going down there right now. I made myself clear. Hey, there’s no chance we’re going to that hole, all right? This ends right now!” Steve tried to protest like all hell, being the mother friend/babysitter, but of course nobody bothered to listen. “Steve, you’re upset, I get it. But the bottom line is, a party member requires assistance, and it is our duty to provide that assistance. Now, I know you promised Nance that you would keep us safe. So, keep us safe.” Dustin explained very maturely as he handed Steve his nailed bat. “Steve, Billy and the rest of the Party. As you all know by now, I’m the only one with powers around, so if ANYTHING happens, you come to ME, capiche? I am the Leader and the Protector of this Party and of this Campaign, and this Rogue is NOT about to let any of you get harmed, got it?!” I said as strict as possible, making the Party yell “YES, FOX!” as they usually did when we were playing, while Billy and Steve looked at me weirdly, but I paid them no mind. “Uh…Fox…The Demodogs are here…” Lucas muttered as he inched closer to Max, making me simmer with anger. “Okay, great, fuck all my plans! Everyone down the hole! I’ll trust you to be fine by yourself, I’ll deal with these things myself! Billy!… Please, take care of Max. Please.” I mutter the last part as I kissed his hand again before shooing them all down the hole as I stepped in the middle of the place and took a deep breath. “HEY, KITTEN! WHEN I COME BACK HERE, YOU BETTER BE ALIVE AND KICKIN’, ‘CAUSE I WANNA TAKE YOU OUT ON A DATE!” Billy yelled before he went down the hole, making me chuckle softly. “Gotcha…Babe…” I whispered to myself as I stretched and extended my arms towards the monsters. “OI, FUCKERS! I’M HERE! COME GET ME!” I screamed at the top of my lungs

I started running around, making one demodog float in the air as I ripped it in two then sent it flying towards others, making them stumble and fall to the ground. Using the shotgun, I managed to shoot a few of them, but godamn it didn’t have too many bullets, so I used my powers to summon the axe and I proceeded to chop them up here and there.

Of course, it wasn’t that easy, and using my powers so much was taking a toll on me. Screaming really did help somehow with easing the growing migrane as the use of my power kept straining my brain, making my nose and eyes bleed like hell, but I had a huge motivation to keep on going no matter what. I couldn’t let the Party get attacked by this army.

I wasn’t fast enough, for once, my vision getting slightly blurry from the blood and the psychic strain, and one of the monsters leaped on my chest, clawing and trying to bite me, but I somehow managed to catapult it far away from me with my powers, but the damage was already done. I never used my powers so much before, only getting stuff I was too lazy to get up for, but now, killing these monsters…The strain made me sick to my stomach. I didn’t realise how long the fight was, 'cause after what felt like hours, I was panting as I fell on my knees, trying to catch my breath, and I suddenly heard my name been called out.

The Party left the Tunnels.

“GO TO THE CARS! NOW!!” I screamed at them in desperation as I saw 5 monsters running at them full speed. They scurried to the cars, but I had to use a fallen tree from the ground and hit the monsters away from the car area, which allowed to to get inside, but I, however, started coughing blood. That damn tree sure was heavy as hell…And I thought Billy was a fatass.

“Katrina! Katrina, get in the car! You’re hurt!” I heard a voice scream, but I couldn’t be bothered to get from the ground, my ears were ringing and I felt dizzy, but as two more monsters tried to leap on the cars, I managed to stop them both mid air, and screaming in pain and exhaustion, I started hitting them on all the trees around, before dropping them to the floor.

“KAT, PLEASE! KAT, COME HERE! YOU CAN’T KEEP FIGHTING THEM!” Max shrieked in desperation, but I only shook my head as I covered my mouth with my hand to cough more blood. It’s like there was no end to them and they just knew where to go…But it was better this way…Better here, than to attack El. I can handle these little shits, she just has to close the gate…And hopefully before I pass out.

“FOX! FOX, ABORT MISSION! YOU’RE A ROGUE, NOT A FIGHTER! FOX, DON’T SACRIFICE YOURSELF! WE NEED YOU! FOX!!!” The Party kept screaming from inside the car, as I used my powers to throw the axe at another monster, but I didn’t realise there was another behind me until it bit my leg and I fell to the ground with a scream. “Oh, fuck off…!” I tsked as I tried to use my powers to get it off me, which worked, somehow, but when I tried to get up, a terrible pain surged through my leg and I fell down my my knees, red tears streaming down my face as I kept cursing the demodogs. “Nobody hurts MY Kitten, you fucking fuckasses!” I heard a pissed off growl before a shrill screech of pain was heard just behind me, which on further inspection, it was Billy who just killed one of the Demodogs with the axe I’ve been using. “Well…That was hot.” I managed to breath out, before I crawled a bit, coughing up so blood before paralysing the monster that was about to leap of Billy and throwing it in another tree in the opposite direction. “How much longer do we have to keep this shit up? You look like you’re about to die here.” he stated, looking around his surroundings, ready to jump into action if another monster was to appear. “Until El closes the damn Gate…And…I feel worse than dead, so…Urgh…” I stopped talking because of the killing headache and a horrible feeling of Vertigo took over me and I collapsed on the ground. “Kat…? Kat, what the fuck, are you okay?!” he immediately crouched down next to me, lifting me up into his arms, and I looked up at him through hooded eyes, nodding slightly. “Never better.” I mutter with a sigh of pain. “HEYYYY! KAT, BILLY! I THINK WE DID IT! EL CLOSED THE GATE! WE’RE SAFE NOW!” Mike screamed from the car as everyone got out and ran towards us. “WEEEEEEEEEEE ARE THE CHAAAAAAAAAAMPIOOOOONS, MY FRIEEEEEEND!!!” I managed to choke up as I threw my arms out in victory, a huge dizzy grin on my face, not even bothering to get up from Billy’s arms. “Urgh, great, Queen again. Come on, babe, I was hoping for better.” he chuckled, lifting me up in his arms as he got up. “FOX, YOU SAVED US! YOU DID IT! WE WON!” the Party jumped up and down around us, cheering, and I let my head down as I dangled my legs around a bit, laughing in pure glee. “I am the best Party Leader, fuck yeah! T'is the best campaign we’ve ever done! Queen Fox is IN THE HOUSE, BABY!” I cheered with them, closing my eyes, not even caring that the world was still lightly spinning around me. “Let’s get home and uh…What was I going to say…Steve, help me out a bit. You’re the mother of the group!” I laughed, making him sigh and shake his head, but he was smiling softly at everyone. “Let’s go home and get you treated. You look like hell.” he motioned for us to get in the car. “Trust me, I feel worse.” I chuckled as Billy helped me in the passenger seat then got in his car as he drove us back to the Byers. “Baby, you better rock me like a hurricane 'cause I’m in such a Scorpions mood and if you don’t put their songs right now, I’m gonna be pissed.” I laughed like I was drunk-dazed and leaned on the car door. “Oh, Kitten, trust me, I would rock your whole world, if only you let me.” he gave me that charming look before putting Scorpions on and driving us back home.

We all got reunited and I hugged the living hell out of Will when I finally got to see him, and I let Joyce and Nancy tend to my wounds and before I knew it, I fell asleep on the sofa and had no idea what was going on anymore for I slept like a rock for 16 hours straight.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon, but weirdly enough, I felt very comfortable…Only to raise my head a bit and realise I was cuddling with Billy on the sofa and he was watching TV silently. “Oh, look at this, finally decided to wake up?” he asked in a soft voice, petting my hair. “I wanted to see what’s like to be dead, so I slipped into a mini-coma. But I still feel like hell.” I chuckled, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch. “Awww, look at her, a bit more and you’re gonna purr for me.” he chuckled, carressing my face. “Purr Purr…” I did the cat impression, making both of us laugh as he held me closer to him. “Hey…Y'know…You scared me out there.” he breathed out, looking around to make sure nobody was in the room or could hear us. “I’m sorry…I…I have no idea what happened. I just…I was so focused on making sure you guys don’t get hurt…That I can’t remember much…” I sighed looking down. “You’re the strongest person I ever met, y'know. If those fuckers knew how strong you were, they’d bow down to you like lil’ bitches.” he growled a bit, but I only shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m just happy you’re all okay and Will is finally safe.” I say with a smile on my face as I try to get up, but I’m still extremely wobbly. “You can’t sit still, can you? Come on, the others are eager to see you.” he sighed, helping me walk to the kitchen.

The reunion was a very lovely one, despite how tiring it was with so many people, and in the end, I, Billy and Max could finally go home and rest, for God knows we deserved it.

“Do you need anything?” he asked again as he put me down on my bed. “No, dear, I’ll be okay. Thank you for worrying.” I hold his hand, looking up at him. “You have my phone number, the phone is in my room, so if you need me, you know where to call.” he said for the millionth time, making me look at him with a very loving look. “Yes, Billy, I won’t forget that. I really appreciate it. I promise to call if I need anything. Also…If you don’t mind, the project and tutoring…Could you come over? It will be easier for me and my leg.” I giggled sheepishly, making him nod with a smile on his face…A genuine one. “Yeah, babe, sure. Anything you want. Good thing Winter break is coming, no more need to hang around these fucktards.” he rolled his eyes. “Mhm. And they’ll be busy hosting the Winter Prom…Whatever it’s called, so it will be even better.” I smiled at him. “Ah, shit, right, completely forgot about it…Wanna come with me?” he asked in the most passive voice he could, but his cheeks became slightly rosy. “I would, sweety, but I’m not going to the Prom. I promised that I’d help around with the organisation of the Middle-school Snow Ball, along with Nancy and Jonathan. I would ask you to come to the Snow Ball with me, but I think you’d like a real party with people our age, not a bunch of kids, hm?” I mused, tilting my head slightly. “Oh, right…Max kept talking about it…I dunno, I’ll think about it, okay? It’s still more than a month till then.” he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. “I will be waiting for you there, then.” I grinned at him, laying down on my bed, getting to read Lord of the Rings again, since I deserve a treat after what I’ve been through.

—-

I was at Nancy’s and did each others hair and make up and went to the Ball so we could help around with the last touches of the Ball. After this whole hell that we’ve been through, I somehow bonded with Nancy, Jonathan and Steve really nicely and she was happy to have some girl time with me, considering that she doesn’t really have any more girl friends, after what happened to Barb. I double check the laces of my black sneakers (because after the leg thing, I’d much rather not walk in heels) and neated down my dark green dress and started checking the music, the decorations, if everything was clean and in order.

Very soon, all the kids started coming by in bunches and I turned on the music, starting with the generic Cindy Laupner, then Michael Jackson, Prince, Madonna, Whitney, Queen, Phil Collins, Eurythmics, Tina Turner, David Bowie. I wanted SO badly to put Scorpions, AC/DC, Pink Floyd and all that, but it’s a Christmas Ball, so…I can’t do much about that.

I looked around at the kids dancing completely carefree and I grinned, my heart swelling in happiness as the sight. It was completely adorable how they were looking for pairs every time a slow song came by, and then they’d start dancing in groups again at a more upbeat song.

“Kat! Kat, oh my God, you’re so beautiful!” I heard a girl voice say, making me turn around in confusion as I saw Max barely seconds before she jump-hugged me, making me laugh at how adorable she is. “My, Max, you’re GORGEOUS! Susan did your hair really nicely, I see. Lucas is gonna be SO dead over you.” I winked at her, making her blush slightly and grin. “Oh, really? Wait until my brother sees you! Oh, here he’s coming! Go greet him! I saw the nerds, I’m going to pester them. Have fun, Kat!” she gave me two thumbs up before running to the pack, and I looked in confusion to the door, and there he was.

Billy was looking slightly uncomfortable around so many kids, but he kept his swagger with each step he took. He was dressed in a really nice dark red shirt, of course, characteristically having more than 3 buttons unbuttoned, and dark coloured jeans with boots. I smile softly, looking at the ground, feeling my face burn up at how beautiful he looked, before getting the courage to step towards him and smile.

“You…You made it. Hi.” I managed to breathe out, not managing to stop the smile on my face. “Well…The little twerp needed a driver, so I said why not.” he shrugged, looking away. “You’re beautiful as always.” I giggled, clasping my hands behind my back and swinging a bit back and forth. “Ah, fuck, babe, you’re making me blush. I can’t even look at ya 'cause I know I’ll melt.” he gave me a side smile, looking down as well, his face getting slightly red. “Uh…Wanna dance?” he asked, offering me his hand. “I…I would, but I have no idea how to dance…- OH MY GOD!” all my shyness went away when I heard the first few notes of “Take on me” by A-Ha and I just grabbed his hand and started singing the lyrics and swinging around with a huge grin on my face. “Whoaa, babe, what’s gotten you so energetic?” he started chuckling as he looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s my favourite song! How could I possibly not enjoy my favourite song?!” I cheered, twirling around to the rhythm of the song, making him take my hands in his and dance with me, laughing, twirling and swinging with me. “This is so weird, dancing around a bunch of brats.” he shook his head, making me put my hands on his face and making him look at me. “Nobody knows or cares that you’re here, so just have fun and forget about everything else!” I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. “Yeahh, sure, easy to say. You’re so small that you blend with the rest of them.” he chuckled, before stopping dead in his track. “Oh, what the-" he muttered, making me slap my face, seeing all the kids find their pair. "Oh, hell no. I always hated The Police, and this song is SO bad!” I groaned, going to sit on the bleachers. “I did NOT put it on the playlist, okay?" I chuckled, shaking my head as he sat next to me. "Yeah, I agree. It sucks. I don’t get why everyone likes it so much. It’s so dull.” he muttered, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. “Yeah…We should do our own little party with quality music, not…This.” I sighed, resting my head on the crook of his neck. “Mhm, we should.” he began, before looking at me with a soft expression. “Hey, babe…” he muttered in a low voice. “Yeah, Billy?” I asked, looking up at him, before giggling. “Oh, no, dear, I’m NOT kissing you on this poor excuse of a song.” I said with a smile before resting my head back on his neck. “Guess you’re right. Look at all these brats, not appreciating quality songs…Oh, no, fucking Sinclair, he’s SO dead-” he began, but I shook my head and put my legs on his lap, grinning at him innocently. “You’re not moving from here unless I say you can and I’m not letting you ruin their fun, clear?” I put my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “I thought you weren’t gonna kiss me on this shit song.” he chuckled, getting close to my face. “I’m sorry, what song now? I can’t hear anything, I can only hear you voice~!” I exclaimed, rubbing my head on his neck like a cat would. “You’re completely melting my heart, you, little vixen.” he breathed out softly, looking down with a smile. “And I’m melting every time I see you smiling so genuinely. You’re so beautiful. I wish you’d smile and show your true side more.” I said, barely above a whisper, holding one of his hands in both of mine, kissing the top of it. “You’re too god for me, Kitten. You’re completely ruining me.” he said in a low, almost sorrowful voice, taking one of my hands in his and putting it on his face, leaning on my touch. “You deserve to be happy, Billy. You deserve all the best in the world and I swear I’ll kill the next person who ever makes you sad.” I muttered, watching his expression become more and more vulnerable, finally showing me a glimpse of the real Billy. “Can you kill my father?” he sighed, looking down and kissing my hand. “I don’t deserve an angel like you.” “Dear, but I’m a Fox, not an Angel. And you deserve everything good in this world, honey. You are the sweetest person I’ve ever gotten the pleasure to meet. If anything, I’m not good for you.” I chuckled, raising his face to look at me, but he frowned a bit. “Why would you say something like that? I don’t want to hear it…Kat, you’re amazing. I don’t need anyone else in my life but you. Never leave me…Please.” he was so soft, so vulnerable, letting his facade finally slip, just for me to see. “I promise I will never leave you, Billy. I promise you with all might heart.” I assured him, kissing his forehead as a way to seal the promise.

—-

“Pssst, Max! Hey, Max! You there?” I kept throwing pebbles at her window as I saw the light on and she soon opened it. “Kat? Kat! What are you doing here?” she gasped, completely shocked to see me there. “Well, it’s Christmas eve, right? I had to bring you your gifts, but I didn’t want to ring the bell, in case that fuckass of a father was there.” I explained, chuckling. “Oh, no, neither of our parents are home. In fact, they won’t be coming home for the next 4 days. They let I and Billy the house to ourselves.” she explained, making me grin as I climbed up her window. “Then, I guess I can put the gifts under the tree myself~?” I asked as I got in her room. “Defo! Billy’s not home yet, I think he said something about shopping? I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention.” she showed me the Christmas tree, very beautifully decorated, and noticed mistletoe hanging from the lamp above, making me smirk slightly. “Hey, Max, wanna bake cookies and listen to Billy’s music? I bet he won’t get mad.” I grinned at her and she started eagerly nodding, dragging me to Billy’s room, taking the cassette player and putting it in the kitchen and putting AC/DC to blast throughout the house as we started baking cookies and screaming the lyrics to the songs like 2 idiots on drugs. “You know…I never really celebrated Christmas before.” I confessed, looking in the oven as we waited for the cookies to bake. “Whoa, really? I mean, I guess it makes sense, but that’s just sad. Hey, don’t you wanna sleep over? It will be so cool!” she looked at me enthusiastically, making me laugh. “If you want me, sure, I’d love that. I look around the house and you guys decorated it so nicely…It really feels like a home.” my voice lowered a bit, a soft smile on my face. “Cool! We’re gonna have so much fun! I’ve always loved sleepovers!” she fist pumped the air. “Okay, they’re done, let me get them out.” I told her, as I took out the batch of cookies from the oven and placing them on the table, gleaming and how good they looked and smelled. “I can’t WAIT to eat them!” she cheered in complete glee. “OI, TWERP! WHY IS MY MUSIC COMING FROM THE KITCHEN AND WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE-…Kat? What are you doing here?” he jaw dropped as soon as he got in the kitchen and saw me and Max jumping and clapping. “Oh, Billy hi! Uh…Surprise?” I laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of my neck. “I came over to give Max the gifts to put under the tree…And somehow, I ended up here, baking cookies and staying overnight. Fun, huh?” I grinned at him, but he was still in shock. “Uh…Yeah, I guess. I’ll be in my room then.” he muttered, leaving to his room. “He TOTALLY had Christmas gifts there to wrap up.” she smirked at me, rubbing her hands together in an evil way. “Well…When do you usually open gifts?” I asked completely clueless. “I think they’re supposed to be opened tomorrow morning, but we’re never patient enough so we open them at around 10pm.” she explained, which made me look at the watch. “That’s…In 2 hours. Huh, guess we have time for a few more cookies.” I smirked and started working on the next batch.

We prepared everything and for the last remaining time, we went to gossip in her room until 10pm sharp came and we went to tell Billy to come down. He was sitting on the bed, looking at the ceiling, doing nothing.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll come in a sec. Max, go ahead, I wanna ask Kat somethin’.” he said in a low voice, making Max roll her eyes and go to the living room as I stepped inside. “Did something happen, dear?” I asked him softly, sitting next to him. “I’m not coming until you go there wearing one of my shirts again and sleep in my room.” he smirked, making me laugh. “Woaw, okay, that’s such blackmail! So rude!” I declared, poking his cheek. “Scorpions it is, then.” he chuckled, throwing me his band Tshirt. “Why do you like seeing me in your shirts anyways?” I asked as I took off my clothes as soon as he turned around. “Cause you look great in them. I told ya before, it’s hot as hell.” he chuckled, making me sigh. “Whatever you say…Okay, let’s go to Max now.” I took his hand and dragged him to the living room. “Hey, Max, we’re here! You can give the gifts.” I winked at her as we all sat on the floor. “Oh, hell yes!” she smirked as she took the first gift…Clearly because she knew it was from me. “Well, then, do you like it?” I asked as she ripped off the wrapper, revealing the newest console game, making her squeal in glee above the sounds of the soft carols and she jumped on my lap. “OH MY GOD, NO WAY! IT JUST APPEARED! THANK YOU SO MUCH, KAT, YOU’RE THE BEST!” she kissed my cheek, making me grin at her. “I’m glad that you like it, dear. You can show off with your MADMAX skills~!” I winked at her.

This continued in the same fashion as she got a new pullover and a pair of jeans from her parents and a three music cassettes from Billy. Billy got a new jacket from his parents, a Tshirt from Max, and a Motley Crue Tshirt from me, since I remembered him mentioning he wanted one but never got the chance to get it, which made him kiss my cheek in thanks. Max bought me “The Silmarillion” book by Tolkien, saying that she knew I had all the rest but this one, and oh god, I couldn’t wait till I got the chance to read this.

“Billy, where’s your gift for Kat?” she asked, narrowing her eyes at him. “I’m not letting ya give it to her in my stead. I will give her the gift when you leave us alone.” he shrugged, which made both I and Max shake our heads simultaneously. “Ah, fine, fine, whatever. You promised you’d take us to the cafe tomorrow, so I’m going to sleep. Better not be a jerk to her, got it?” she threatened him, making him wave her off. “You didn’t have to get me anything, you know.” I said softly. “Staying with you is enough for me.” “Ah, shut up.” he muttered before getting up and putting on a mixtape cassette on which was written X-mas, and Careless Whisper started playing, before going to his room and bringing a neatly wrapped gift box, which revealed an AC/DC Tshirt…The same one he made me wear when I first slept over, and I said I loved the design of. “Thank you so much, I love it!” I beamed as I hugged him, kissing his cheek. “Now we match, babe. We can wear it at the same time when we go out.” he smirked softly as he hugged me and swayed tot he music with me.

We swayed left and right slowly, enjoying the music in each other’s warm embrace, before “Still Loving You” by Scorpions came on, which made my eyes water a bit, a smile playing on my face. “Hey, Billy…” I call out, putting my hands on his face, making him look at me. “Yeah, babe?” he muttered, slightly confused. “Remember at the Ball when I said I wouldn’t kiss you on that stupid, clichee song?” I began, earning a nod in a way to continue. “Well…This is one of my soul songs…And…Look up.” I blushed a bit, biting my lip as I noticed him looking up and letting out a breath of amusement. “Well, isn’t this the perfect setting?” he mused in a low voice, leaning in. “Yeah…It is.” I breathed out, standing on my tippy toes to reach him.

It wasn’t much, just a very innocent, chaste kiss, but the warmth that burst in my heart was like a super nova that crashed. “Heh…I…I never kissed anyone like this before.” he confessed as he pulled me into his embrace. “What do you mean?” I asked with a confused smile on my face. “Oh, come on, babe, y'know I’m bad at talking 'bout feelings'n'all that. Y'know what I meant…” he looked away, a bit uncomfortable. “I really have no idea, but you don’t have to tell me. There’s time for everything, okay? Take your time.” I smiled at him, making him sigh. “I already told ya that you’re meltin’ me, and I wasn’t lying. You’re the only one who ever cared about me, not about some stupid Keg King who’s popular for whoring, fighting and downing a barrel of beer in one go.” he confessed, petting my hair. “That’s because you let me get close to you and showed me the real you. And for that, I thank you…Thank you for trusting me so much.” I smiled, putting him in another kiss, this time longer, yet just as gentle and bursting with emotions new to both of us. “You’re making me weak to my knees, babe. You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.” he chuckled softly. “And what a Christmas gift for me…” he smiled tenderly. “So, like, uhm…Are we…Are we together now?” I blushed asking as I looked away in embarrassment. “If you want to stay with someone like me…” he began, but I cut him off. “Promise you won’t leave or get bored of me?” I looked at him with hopeful eyes, biting my lip in nervousness. “I’d be an idiot to ever leave you.” he declared, which made him leave him embrace and ran quickly to the room, taking a little box from my jeans pocket. “Then…Here. I…I hope you like the idea…It’s…It’s very clichee and super cheesy, b-but, uhmm…” I rambled, looking everywhere but at him, too flustered to do that. “Woaw…That’s a nice 'K’.” he muttered, taking out the silver necklace from the package and putting it on, and as he looked up, I took out the 'B'necklace from beneath the Tshirt. “Oh my God, Kitten, no way you did this.” he teased, making me cover my face with me hands, to embarrassed to even breathe. “Sh-Shut up…” I managed to usher before being picked up and put on his bed. “You’re so fucking adorable, I swear. I’m never letting you go.” he muttered in my ear as he held me in his arms, peppering my face with kisses, and I couldn’t breathe from how embarrassed I was. “Y-You’re gonna be th-the death of me…” I pouted as he chuckled and poked my cheek. “You’re just too cute, babe, okay? I can’t get 'nough of ya.” he confesses, kissing me once again. “Now I know what to look forward every time there’s a new test coming.” he smirked, making me sigh and bury my face on the crook of his neck. “How long are you gonna embarrass me like this? I don’t know how much I can take this without fainting. It’s all too unreal…Like I’m dreaming or something.” I whispered, unsure of myself. The jerk only chuckled and raised my face to look up at him before kissing me yet again, muttering “You’re not dreaming.”, cradling me to his chest, as if afraid I’d disappear in the morning.

“Happy Christmas, Billy.” I ushered softly, cuddling closer to him. “Yeah…It sure is a happy freakin Christmas now that you’re with me, babe.” he chuckled softly, planting a kiss on my head before going to sleep.

What a Happy Christmas indeed…

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Sweet Child O’ Mine

@just-get-all-the-butterflies

Pairings: Platonic moxiety

Trigger warnings: gun violence, death, blood, gunshot wound, homophobia, angst. Oh so much angst. No happy ending, it’s just sad

AUs: Human AU

Word Count: 2120

They heard heavy breathing in the distance, Patton immediately perking up and looking through the trees, trying to find the source of the noise. “Virgil! Kiddo! Is that you?!” he called out, desperately hoping for a reply. The others followed suit, yelling until their lungs were about to burst and their vocal chords felt like they could tear in half. It was the middle of the night, Logan having lost his glasses, and Patton not being able to see through his tears, Roman was leading the group, being the eyes for both of them. Luckily, those eyes had 20/20 vision, because he suddenly stopped the group in favor of staring at the ground.

“What is it? Why did you stop?” Logan’s confused tone echoed through the empty park. “There’s-there’s footprints. I think” He crouched down, and tried to feel for a break in the dirt, or whatever was causing the dark ovular shape on the path. His fingers felt liquid. He hoped and prayed that it was just water. That he had just stuck his hand in a small puddle. But it was sticky, and warm, and half congealed. Water doesn’t usually congeal.

Three hours earlier

Pride was almost over. It was 8:00 pm sharp, and the boys were about ready to head home. Roman wanted to stay out all night drinking and celebrating...well, himself. However, Logan deemed it unwise, Virgil deemed it unsafe, and Patton was practically falling asleep where he stood. He had been up all night baking rainbow cakes, and pancakes, and cupcakes, and virtually any other thing with the word “cake” in it. After much persuasion, Roman conceded and they started to get back in the car, Roman in shotgun, Logan driving, Virgil and Patton in the backseat.

“Virgil, are you showing Patton more of that PG-13 music again?” Roman loved to tease Virgil for his music tastes, as if listening to Broadway and Disney 24/7 was normal. “No,” Virgil sneered, “Patton’s pretty much out cold.” Logan began to pull out of his parking space, leaving the festivities behind. “Well that’s good. A proper sleeping schedule is im-” He was cut off by a strange, almost explosion-like sound from far away. “What was that?!” Virgil’s eyes immediately went wide in fear. “Probably just fireworks.” Roman explained it away. “People set them off all the time, it’s fine.”

“Yeah.” Logan agreed. “Fireworks.” Patton had been woken up by the sound and Virgil was trying to console him, even though he himself was obviously in a state of panic. He was trying to do his breathing exercises and was furiously pulling his sleeve zipper up and down. It was noticeable that Logan was driving just slightly above the speed limit, which he had never done, and vowed never to do. The sound came again, but louder, ergo closer this time. The car in front of them crashed.

11:05

“Pa-.” Patton heard from what sounded like just a few yards way. Immediately, he started sprinting towards the noise, leaving the other two behind. They ran after him, but halted at the scene before them. Patton was on his knees, leaning over a bleeding Virgil who was breathing much too heavily. Patton looked down at him, sobbing and trying to put pressure on the wound. Virgil grabbed his wrist and made eye contact. He started singing, soft and high, which was unusual seeing as he was always so self conscious about his voice.

“I did exactly as you said, pa. I held my head up high.” Patton recognized the melody and sang the accompanying part. “I know, I know. You did everything just right.” He sniffled. “But now isn’t the time for Hamilton.” Virgil chuckled, and winced at the discomfort in his torso, “Nah,” he whispered, shaking his head. “More like Guns N’ Roses.” He lifted both their hands and peeked at the bloody bullet wound.

Three hours earlier

Logan swerved onto the sidewalk, almost crashing the car into a tree, but narrowly avoiding the accident in front of them. They all hopped out of the car to see what was going on. That noise, which had been confirmed to be a gunshot, kept repeating. People were screaming, police sirens were wailing, and the four held onto each other tightly, Patton now fully awake and praying that his friends would be safe, swearing to himself to take a bullet for them if need be. The other three were doing the same.

“Okay. Um, everyone back in the car. We need to leave, now.” Logan opened Roman’s door and went around to his side. Patton took Virgil by the shoulders and looked him in the eye. “I need you to try to stay calm, alright? I know it’s scary; I’m scared too. But you need to hold your head up high and get through this, okay?” Virgil nodded, the rest of him convulsing in fear. “Patton, we need to go now! Get in the-”

A bullet just narrowly missed Roman, nestling itself into the hood of the car. Virgil spooked at the loud noise and danger, immediately bolting in the opposite direction, into a thickly wooded park. Patton screamed his name and ran after him; Logan tried to get out of the car, only to trip in his frantic haze and fall face forward, smashing his glasses and causing his nose to bleed. Roman picked him up and started running with him towards Patton, who was a few yards ahead of them, Virgil just a speck in the distance.

11:13

Logan covered his mouth, understanding what was going on even though he couldn’t see it. Roman started crying rageful tears, kicking the bushes and trees. “Who? Who did it? Virgil, did you see?!” He yelled into the otherwise vacant woods. “No. He ran past me. Some skinhead with shitty tattoos.” Patton continued to try to comfort him. “Shh, shh. Okay, it’s okay, kiddo. Just keep breathing, And stay awake. You’re gonna be okay.” He took Virgil into his arms, sitting them upright, and getting blood on his clothes and hands. “Liar liar” Virgil started, in between coughs, “pants on fire, Popstar.”

Roman knelt down next to them and pet Virgil’s hair. “Hold on, hot topic. Just for a little longer. Logan’s calling 911, just stay with us for a little longer. Hold on.” The wounded man smiled. “Aww, you think i’m hot.” Roman smiled back and continued to comfort him. Logan kneeled, trying to pry Virgil from Patton as to see the wound better. “Patton, we need to put pressure on the wound. I need you to let go so I can help.” Patton laid Virgil down on the ground and Logan winced at the state of just Virgil’s shirt, let alone his bare abdomen. Even though it was blurry, he could tell the copious amount of blood was mixed with sand and dirt. He borrowed Patton’s glasses and assessed the situation.

“Roman, you have a water bottle, right? Or alcohol of some sort? There’s dirt everywhere, and it’s just going to make this worse.” Roman nodded, getting his water bottle and handing it to Logan, who then lifted Virgil’s shirt to see the mess of dirt, sweat, and blood cluttering a gaping bullet wound. “I am by no means a doctor,” Logan began, “but I’m trying to go on common sense here, along with what medical knowledge I may have. And I would suppose that making sure the wound is clean and putting pressure on it would be two very high priorities.” He poured the water over Virgil’s torso, and watched as the muscles squirmed underneath the skin in pain, dirt, sweat, and dried blood giving way to pale skin and fresh, liquid crimson pouring from the lesion.

“Who has a cloth? Preferably a steril one.” Patton pulled his rainbow beach towel from his tote bag, almost dropping it. “How about this?” Logan nodded, and held out his hand. Patton tossed it with perfect accuracy, and Logan put it on Virgil, pressing down hard. “Just try to breath, Virgil. The ambulance will be here in ten minutes. Deep breaths, please try to regulate your respiratory system.”

Three hours earlier

The three of them had made it into the small patch of forest, Logan refusing to use his flashlight to conserve battery so they could call someone, and desperately looking for Virgil in the dark. Logan couldn’t see that well and was having to breathe through his mouth, Patton was stumbling over every other root and stone, and Roman was trying to apply what he and Logan remembered from being boy scouts together, seeing if they could maybe track Virgil, even in the dark.

To their mutual horror and heartbreak, another gunshot ripped through the air. It came from the forest this time instead of the road. A familiar “Agh” and accompanying groan fell on the group’s ears.“Virgil!” Patton screamed, tripping his way along the crude path towards the sound.

Meanwhile, Virgil had doubled over in pain at the same spot, now on his knees, crawling in the dark and clutching his side, searching for safety. The adrenaline was still running on high, pumping through his body at an alarming rate, dulling the pain and distracting him from his friends, who he heard shouting in the distance. Eventually, he just slumped up against a tree in a patch of dirt, looking at his blood stained shirt. One of his hands was caked in moist black dirt, and he could see the blood he had left behind where grass and dirt met manufactured sand pathway. As the adrenaline rush dulled, the pain increased, and he groaned, pressing down with both hands at the splitting pain.

11:17

Virgil was having water bottles pressed to his mouth, forcing him to take in as many fluids as possible. His shirt had been taken off and discarded, and Patton was behind him, holding him and crying. Just six minutes till the ambulance came. His friends were gathered around him, as if they were gathering around his corpse. He had a foreboding feeling, and for whatever reason, this vague emotion set his body and mind back into a state of panic. Death had the vantage point right now, and Virgil started hyperventilating at the thought.

“Vir-Virgil. Calm down. Regulate your breathing, deep and slow. In for four, hold of seven, out for eight. Patton, please help him calm down.” Patton looked down at Virgil, holding his hand and trying his best to smile and be calming. “Virgil, we need you to breathe. What would help you breathe? Do you want me to sing, like after you have nightmares?” The panic-stricken man nodded, trying to slow his breathing the best he could, squeezing Patton’s hand, holding on for, literally, dear life.

“Yes? Yes. Okay, I can sing for you. I can do that.” Patton took a deep breath, then started pouring out a soft, sweet melody. “He’s got a smile, it seems to me. Reminds me of childhood” he choked up “memories. Where everything. Was as fresh as the bright blue sky. Now and then when I see his face. He takes me away to that special place. And if I’d stare too long I’d probably break down and cry. Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” He paused and looked down, almost smiling, to see that Virgil’s eyes were closed, and Patton realized that he was no longer squeezing his hand. His face fell.

“Virgil?” he patted the younger man’s cheek. “Virgil get up, you have to stay awake, remember? Remember you need to be awake until the ambulance gets here. Remember? Virgil?” Logan took one of his arms, and put two fingers against his wrist, then against his neck. Looking at Patton, he let one single tear roll down his cheek, and just stared at his friend. Patton rushed his ear to Virgil’s chest. What followed was the loudest silence to ever pierce his eardrum.

He stopped breathing. He couldn’t breathe. He just looked into the distance, held Virgil tight in his arms, petting his hair, and rocking them both back and forth, singing all the while. “Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” He repeated the same phrase over and over again. “Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” Sirens sounded in the distance, and they could see flashing lights in their peripheral. “Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.” Logan checked his watch. 11:24. The ambulance had taken eleven minutes to arrive.

“Oh, oh, oh, sweet child o’ mine.”

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