#and X didn't spare Firefly either

[albertasunrise]

Look for the Light - Part 7

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Summary: Four years ago, Joel saved you from certain death. In return, you followed him faithfully. Always ready to do and give him whatever he asked, despite the hurt it inflicted on you, body and soul. Agreeing to go with him to deliver Ellie to the Fireflies… this would be the last time you’d follow him… After this, your debt would be paid.

Relationships: Reader x Joel Miller, Joel Miller & Ellie, Reader & Ellie

Warnings: Like AO3, I choose to give none. Read at your own risk. 18+ (Once again... I know this took a while but I hope you like it :) Please don't hurt me... )

Series Masterlist - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

You clutched Joel's hand like it was the only thing tethering him to this world. He looked terrible. His eyes had sunken into his skull and his skin had taken on a sickly grey palette, glittering with sweat in the low light of the ward. It had taken several gruelling hours to remove the infected tissue and repair the damage the baseball bat had done to his stomach. You and Tommy had sat there and waited, each painful hour that went by leading to your dread increasing tenfold. 

Then when you were convinced that the worst had happened. 

The doctor had come and fetched you both. 

You had been led to a small room where Joel had been set up for observation. The doctor informed you that they wanted to keep a close eye on him for the next twenty-four hours before they were comfortable putting him in the general ward. 

That was four days ago. 

Now you were just willing the man you loved to fight. Each day you were told the same thing. 

"He's no worse... But he's not any better either." 

You had lost count of how much you had pleaded with the man to come back to you. Your heart hurt with each hour he remained unresponsive. He had been pumped with as much antibiotics as the small hospital could spare and now it was all down to him. 

"Ellie's started school." You piped up after a while "Already made a few friends but there's one she's constantly rattling on about." You chortled as you stood to plump his pillows a little and adjust his blanket "Some girl called Dina... Seems really taken with her.

"It's nice to see." You finished as you smooth his hair back and leant down to kiss his brow. 

You jumped when you felt his brow draw together a little. Your eyes widened as you pulled back to look at him better. Sure enough, he sported a small frown. 

"Joel?" You called as you cupped his face "Joel can you hear me?" 

He didn't respond. 

Instead, his whole body went rigid and your stomach sank. This wasn't him waking up. This was something else completely. 

"HELP." You screamed as Joel's body started to thrash violently "PLEASE." You sobbed as you fought to keep the man on the gurney. 

Hands then pulled you away as the doctor and some nurses took over. 

"Come with me." Said a kind voice and you allowed the owner to guide you away from Joel and into the dreaded waiting room you had already spent much time in. 

"Why won't he get better?" You sobbed as she guided you to a chair "I just want him to fight." 

"He was very sick when he arrived here." The kind voice replied, "The doctor did everything he can to remove the infection but it reached his bloodstream." She sighed as she rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe your hiccuping cries "We have given him all the medicine we can spare and hopefully the latest supply run will bring some more but hun, even then this fight is down to him." 

"I just... I just thought that with the medicine, he would just turn that corner and get better." 

"Everyone hopes for that sweetie." The kind voice cooed "But unfortunately, it doesn't always go that way." 

You nodded numbly. Giving her a weak smile as you looked up at her. 

"I'll come and get you when he's stable." She finished before giving you a sympathetic smile. 

Then, you were left alone to wait again. Tommy walked in a short while later and saw you sitting in the waiting room. His face then sported the same frown that Joel wore, it was obviously a family trait. 

"Why you in here?" He asked as he jog over to you, his heart leaping to his throat when you choked on a sob.

"He had another seizure." You replied between hiccups "They're working on him now and will come get me when he's stable." You managed to choke out before your eyes dropped back to your hands. 

Tommy nodded and sat himself down beside you, his eyes watching the yellowed plastic clock on the wall. Around half an hour passed before anyone came to fetch you. Your nails were bitten bloody and your hair a mess when the lady who owned that sweet voice came to fetch you again. She led the two of your wordlessly back to Joel's bedside where the doctor was standing waiting for you with an unreadable expression on his face. 

"Good to see you, Tommy." The doctor said as he acknowledged the younger Miller with a nod.

"How's he doing doc?" The man asked and he was answered with a sigh. 

"I'm not going to sugarcoat this." He started and your stomach sank "The antibiotics we have just aren't getting the better of the infection. Without more, I can't see him pulling through this." 

"Did the supply run find any?" Tommy asked and the doctor shrugged.

"They've not returned yet." He replied simply "They're due back in tomorrow morning. I have given him all we can spare." 

"So you do have more medicine available?" Tommy pushed and the doctor nodded. 

"Well yes but we can't use it all on one man. There are other people here than may need it." 

"May... not do!" Tommy pushed "My brother's layin' there dyin' and he needs that medicine." 

"I understand that but-" 

"There's no buts here Doc." Tommy growled "You better give Joel everything you can. I need to know that you are doin' everything you can to save him because if you don't-"

"Tommy." You warned, stopping the man before he said something he'd regret "Is there any way you can spare a little more?" You pleaded and the doctor sighed. 

"I will discuss it with Maria and co. and see what they say." He replied, shrugging his shoulders "But I know it'll be a no." 

"Maria's my wife!" Tommy argued, his eyes dark and angry. 

"Yes, but she's always in charge of the well-being of this town. She can't favour one over all." The doctor pointed out "I will see what I can do but I can't make any promises." 

"We understand." You said softly in the hopes it would placate the situation "Anything you can do will be appreciated." 

The doctor left after that and you were left to watch as Tommy sobbed over the state his brother was in. Your heart ached for him. You knew he blamed himself for this. He's told Joel that it wasn't a suicide mission and now his brother was hanging on by a thread. But if you were being honest with yourself, you blamed yourself also. If you'd done better.

The three of you were frantic as you tried to load your weapon into the horse. You had just managed to get yours secured when Ellie called out. 

"Joel!" 

Your head whipped around in time to see a raider sprinting towards your party. Desperately your tried to pull your weapon out again but nerves got the better of you and by the time you had managed to unfasten it from the horse's saddle, Joel was already brawling with the man. 

You held the weapon steady as you watched the men tussle and then, the man grunted a little before a sickening crack sounded and the man dropped dread. The three of you stood motionless for a moment as the adrenaline from what just happened started to wear off. Then, yours and Ellie's eyes grew wide as they zeroed in on the broken bat handle that was now lodged in Joel's stomach. The man looked down at the offending item, shock settling in and that's probably what then led him to pull it out. Blood spilt through his fingers as he clutched his gut and started to waiver. 

You sprung into action then. The gun was strapped back on the horse much faster than before and as other raiders started to spill from the building, you ran to help Ellie.

"Joel! Get on the horse!" She ordered when the man started stumbling "Get on the horse." She ordered again, helping keep him steady as he sat himself in the saddle and grabbed the reigns. You then jumped onto your own mount before the three of you made a run for it. Ellie shot at the men as the horses galloped away from their attackers.

You made it to some railway tracks a short while later, Slowing your horses to a walk when satisfied that your attackers were not close behind you. 

"They're not following us. I think we're safe." You piped up as you looked over your shoulder before returning your eyes to the route ahead. 

"Joel?" Ellie called out again and you looked over to see the man in question listing in the saddle, his head dropping just before he did. 

"Joel, no, no, no! shit!" Ellie called out as she leapt down from the horse and dropped to the man's side. 

"Fսck!" You exclaimed as you joined her at his side, hands then pressing down hard on the gushing wound. 

 "Joel? Joel? shit. Joel, open your eyes." Ellie pleaded as she tapped his cheek "Open your eyes. Joel, you gotta get up." She begged, tears falling freely as she looked down at his unconscious form "I can't fսckin' do this without you." She whispered, letting a few more tears fall before she looked up at you "What do we do?" 

"I uh... Umm..." You trailed off. 

Truth was you didn't know what to do. You were in shock and you had no idea where you were. You needed to find shelter. That much was obvious but you also needed to move Joel and that was where things would be more difficult. Your eyes then drifted to the blood that slipped through your fingers. 

"I should have been quicker." You sobbed as you dropped your head and cried "If I had just been faster, this wouldn't have happened." 

"This isn't your fault." Ellie choked and you scoffed. 

You said nothing. You didn't want to argue. You knew this was your fault and you would never forgive yourself if he died. His blood was on your hands. Both literally... and figuratively. 

You were sitting at Tommy's table with him when Maria arrived home. The hospital had kicked you out a little over an hour ago and so instead of wallowing alone, had chosen to do it with the younger miller. She said nothing when she entered. She hung her coat and made her way to the kitchen, placing the kettle to boil so she could make some tea. 

"How's Joel doing?" She asked when she returned with the brew, placing one in front of you also. 

"He's dying." You answered plainly "Needs more medicine." 

"What did the council decide?" Tommy asked his wife, his sad eyes making her guilt bubble to the surface when she answered his question. 

"We said no to the use of the last of the antibiotics." She stated plainly and you sobbed.

"What the fuck... Why?" Tommy asked, his expression morphing into something else entirely.

"Because the supply run group still haven't returned yet and we can't risk potentially using the last of what we have on one man." 

"That man is my brother." Tommy growled and Maria sighed again. 

'I know that but-"

"This ain't got nothing to do with the medicine." Tommy spat "This is to do with the fact that y'all don't like him. Ever since he arrived here you have been tellin' folk to be weary of him. That he's dangerous." The younger Miller continued "Well new flash honey... So am I!" 

"It has nothing to do with my feelings towards Joel." Maria argued but Tommy was having none of it.

"Don't fuckin' lie to me." He drawled "You've made it clear from the beginning that you don't trust him. Now you're choosing to let him die because you're worried about what impact he'll have around here." 

"It's not like that and you know it." Maria spat out "Yes, I don't trust your brother but I would never allow a man to die, simply because I didn't like him?" 

Tommy glared at his wife as he waited for her to continue. The air in the room was so thick with tension that you were sure you might choke. You wondered if you should leave. This was clearly an issue between the two of them but when you went to move you found your limps wouldn't move. 

"If the supply run returns with more medicine then I will gladly give the last of what we currently have to Joel. I don't hate him so much that I would leave Ellie without a dad. But I can't just give it to him because he'd my husband's brother." She warned, her eyes wide in an attempt to get her point across to him "There are rules I gotta follow and I can't break them." State stated plainly "Not even for you." 

You were sitting on the couch in the house you'd been assigned when Ellie came in. Your eyes drifted from the fire in front of you to the teenager as she stepped into the room and plonked herself down on the armchair across from you. She seemed to be deep in though, not reacting to you when you first called out her name. 

"Ellie?" You said more firmly and she looked up at you then, her expression troubled "Everything okay?" 

"Yeah... well... I um, I guess." 

"You guess?" You pushed and she shrugged. 

"Well, I like bumped into a guy I go to school with and his brother was on that supply run." She started and already you knew this was headed in a direction you didn't like. 

"Oh yeah?" You piped up, hoping to draw a little more information from the girl. 

"Yeah, well apparently the patrol came back and they found them dead about a mile away. Looks like it was Raiders." 

Your stomach sank at that and your hands started to shake as you leaned forward in your seat. 

"Why raiders and not infected?" You asked, knowing you weren't going to like the answer.

"Cus they were like literally stripped bare." She answered "Like everything was gone. Even their clothes." 

Your hand shot to your mouth as you leaned back and attempted to hold back a sob. Only to fail and grab Ellie's attention. 

"They were looking for medicine..." She trailed off "Weren't they." 

You could only nod. Not trusting your voice as your hands started to shake even more.

"Does that mean Joel's gonna die?" She asked and you broke down at that. Unable to keep the tears at bay as you shook your head. 

"I don't know Ellie." You answered honestly "But without that medicine..."

You paused, Breathing through the tears as you tried to pull yourself together just so you could speak the truth to the girl who had come to look at Joal as a father. 

"His chances are shit."

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[lancermylove]

Kidnapped 2 (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Lucifer, Beel, Mammon, Satan, Levi, Solomon, Simeon x gn!Reader

Warning: Mention of blood (in Luci’s), graphic violence (in Luci’s and Beel’s)

Requested by: @animedemon

Prompt: Can you do a part two with Lucifer and the others feel free to ignore this

Original Prompt: MC’s been kidnapped by another lesser demon! Belphie, Barbatos, Diavolo, Asmo, what are your plans of attack and to get your MC back?? (Potato)

A/N: Hope you like it! Also, I didn’t include Luke because he’s too innocent. >< Poor angel would be permanently scarred. 

Series: Part 1

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Solomon successfully created a new spell and wanted to surprise you. He visited your dorm but soon learned that no one had seen you.

Sensing a disturbance in the air, the sorcerer used a tracking spell to locate you. In front of him, he saw a horrifying scene: a lesser demon toying with you, almost like a predator toying with prey before landing the final blow.

Despite being angry, he maintained his composure, casting a firefly spell to distract the demon and divert your fear-filled mind.  

While the fireflies swirled around you, blocking your view and surrounding you with their warmth, Solomon finished the fiend with one hit.

The sorcerer kneeled in front of you and touched the barren ground next to your leg, erecting multiple flowering plants. Each flower was more magical than the one before. Within minutes, you had forgotten about the demon who once tried to attack you.

Mammon panicked when he didn't find you in your room in the middle of the night. He bombarded you with messages and calls only to realize your phone was on your nightstand. 

Not wanting to wake his sleeping brothers, the Avatar of Greed changed into his demon form and flew out of the house to search for you. Not long after, he heard you scream his name. 

Normally, he doesn't lose his temper but seeing a lesser demon gripping your neck made Mammon angry. 

Your lover first freed you from the fiend's grip before asking you to turn around. Then he stuffed a rock in the lesser's mouth so that you couldn't hear it scream. 

In a blink of an eye, Mammon killed the demon without any regrets. 

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, asking if you were okay. "Don't go out of the house at night without me. I...don't know what I would do if I lost you. Not even a demon can live without his heart and soul." 

Beel wanted to share a new dessert with you but couldn't find you anywhere. “They are in their room at this time...”

None of his brothers had seen you, neither had the angels, and you weren't answering your calls or messages. The Avatar of Gluttony started to feel uneasy. 

He ran from one area of Devildom to another, trying his best to avoid looking at the eateries on either side of him. Food was not important right now...you were. 

When Beel finally found you, he saw a lesser demon digging its claws into your neck. Without a second thought, Beel transformed into his demon self and ripped the fiend's arm. He stepped in front of you to prevent you from seeing the severed arm. 

Your boyfriend returned the arm to the demon, warning him to stay away from you. "If I see you anywhere around them again, I won't spare you." 

The Avatar of Gluttony pulled you into a bear hug and asked if you were okay. He then picked you up, held you close to him, and made his way back to the House of Lamentation. 

Simeon wanted to give you heart-shaped cookies that Luke baked especially for you. Let's just say that the young angel was getting tired of waiting for Simeon to confess his feelings to you. 

He patiently waited for you at the park. Thirty minutes, one hour, 1.5 hours...still no sign of you. You didn't even reply to his messages. 

In a panic, Simeon contacted Lucifer and requested his help to find you. "I have a bad feeling about this..." 

When the angel finally found you, you were struggling to free yourself from the clutch of a lesser demon. Simeon calmly approached and asked the fiend to release you. 

The demon laughed and said, "Angels are pure and can't be violent, so you are no threat to me." 

Simeon calmly chuckled and took out his phone. "Let's see what Diavolo and Lucifer have to say about that." 

Hearing those names, the lesser released your arm and backed away. "You...wouldn't." 

The angel smiled, "You may want to look behind you."

The fiend slowly turned his head to find Lucifer towering over him. "Simeon, take (y/n) and leave." 

Your boyfriend wrapped an arm securely around you and led you towards Purgatory Hall. The lesser demon's hair-raising scream echoed in the background. 

Lucifer was stressed and needed a hug from you, but when you didn't come to his study or reply to his message, he began to worry. This wasn't like you. Were you asleep? 

He asked his brothers in the group chat if any of them had seen you. As soon as he saw a string of "no"s, Lucifer donned his demon form and flew straight out of the House of Lamentation. 

When the Avatar of Pride saw a lesser demon's claw in your forearm, blood dripping out, and your painful expression, he lost his temper. Lucifer dove straight down from the sky, covered your eyes, and ripped the demon's head straight off its body. 

He tossed the head and body out of sight before scooping you in his arms and returning to his room. As Luci bandaged your injury, he whispered, "Forgive me for not coming earlier." 

He kissed your tears away, sat you in his lap, and held you close to him. Not many things pained Lucifer, but your tears were a different story. 

Levi panicked when you didn't reply to his text messages. Did he mess up again? Did you lose interest in him? Did you not want him as a boyfriend? 

He sank in his chair but then saw the collection of post-it notes you left on his desk with messages to help during his dark moments. "I will always be by your side", "Believe in yourself", "I love you lots", "You have the best smile in Devildom, so smile", "Levi, I will never get tired of you”, “You mean the world to me"...

The Avatar of Envy gathered himself and checked your room. They're not here, but their phone is on the bed. He searched the entire house and the surrounding areas. 

Then he saw a lesser demon gripping your wrist. His body stood frozen in place, but his mind was going crazy, and as a result, Lotan appeared. Not long after, the fiend fell lifeless to the ground. 

Seeing Leviathan, you ran to him and threw your arms around him. "I...am scared, Levi." 

Your boyfriend's protective instincts kicked in as he embraced you tightly. "I...am s-sorry for not being there w-when you needed me. I promise to protect you..." 

His words shocked you. For the first time, he didn't criticize himself or make any self-deprecating comments. Did the post-it notes actually work? 

Satan and Luci were arguing about something, but the younger demon stopped and looked around. "Odd...where is (y/n)?" 

Whenever the brothers argued, you would magically appear and tell them to get along, so why were you not here yet? "Lucifer, have you seen them?" 

"No." 

As Satan waited for his brothers to reply in the group chat, he received a message from Simeon: Luke just told me that he saw a lesser demon chasing (y/n).

In a heartbeat, Satan changed into his demon form and flew out of the house, destroying many things in the process, including a wall or two. 

Lucifer chased after him and messaged Beel to hurry to the location in case the Avatar of Wrath went out of control. 

When Satan saw you on the ground looking petrified and a lesser demon about to attack you, he went berserk and began destroying everything, starting with the fiend. Lucifer was able to get you to safety in the nick of time. 

Beel somehow managed to calm his brother, and once he gathered himself, your boyfriend hurried to your side and embraced you.

That evening Lucifer called Satan in his study and warned him. "Your blind rage could have hurt (y/n). Had I not been there, you would have injured them...or worse. This should not happen again, Satan."

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Stuck in 1903

Part Two

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Summary: Damon and Bonnie had come to your rescue, or so you thought, but it is Kai’s every intention to get close to you again

Pairing: Kai Parker x reader

Warnings: angst, smidge of fluff, mentions of smut, mentions of death, mentions of murder, bad friendships, mentions of poison, swearing

Word Count: 2052

Find Part One Here

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If the Other Side continued to exist, then you would be there rather than this subordinate prison world which had been designed for one bad witch. Kai's own kind feared him, you had experienced him mentally draining your energy, he was a chore to put up with, but he could do much more than that, you had learnt from Bonnie. He fed off magic, physically stealing it from bodies and items that harboured any of it, which had poisoned his mind to hunt for power. Your friends had informed you that he had murdered his siblings, well some of them anyway, and had attempted to do so to more of them. And now you knew, with supporting evidence, never to trust Malakai Parker.

Without Damon and Bonnie you had to resort to fending for yourself, which was not at all difficult since this version of Mystic Falls that you were trapped in was quite literally a ghost town. The forever enveloping silence was torture, though the method of ignorance had not been designed for you; it was all for Kai, and that unsettled you. There was one more thing that you had been dreading - the possibility that you could not escape from the remote isolation without the aid of the guest starring siphon himself. This hell was built to contain him for eternity, but now there was magic that he could use to his own advantage nearby.

Your cheek rested upon the side of your hand, mushing the flesh whilst your elbow was poised upon the countertop of the kitchen island in the Salvatore house. All of your concentration validated your deep thoughts, of which you were broken from as a plate was placed directly in front of you, a pancake decorated with chocolate chips and syrup to form a smiley face. Damon was the culprit as he threw a tea towel over his shoulder, expectedly looking at you.

"I'm not hungry." You informed the vampire, who simply frowned at your lack of an appetite. "I ate yesterday, which was technically today." Beneath the table, you crossed your ankles, as you earnt a sigh from your well aged friend; he clearly was not impressed by your behaviour. But you didn't know what he had expected from you, you had been trapped here for longer than you could remember, and alone until you had discovered the man that had been outcast by his own family. At the time you had not known of his murderous tendencies, and had wanted nothing more than to get away from him, and you wouldn't like to admit it but you even missed him a little.

He was annoying and cocky, and withheld crucial information from you, though there was something that contradicted that all. Whenever any one of your friends had suffered the fate of death, they were always attempted to be brought back to life against the natural order of things. It made you wonder and doubt a little if they had even tried to resurrect you. In this separated reality, there was no jurisdiction so that you could know, though each time that either Damon or Bonnie looked at you, you could swear that there was guilt written in their gazes.

"Look I knew being stuck here with Kai must have fucked you up-" he should have bit his lip, his assumptions were anything but correct. And that was proven as you defensively darted out of your seat and jabbed your finger in his face, making him pivot his jaw back. There were many things that were 'fucked up', and supposing that you were one of them because you had died after sacrificing yourself to ensure that they all continued to live just didn't settle right with you. The context of the morbid situation did not help with condoning any reassurance at all, in fact, it gave a spine to your lack of faith in him and the others in the first place. Out of everyone, it was inherently worse to be here with Damon, all he had cared about was his precious Elena as well as himself, and after existing for well over a century, that was insurance that he was never going to change.

"It wasn't him who did that to me, it was roaming this damned place by myself, I had no one. And as crazy as it sounds, I think spending time with the notorious Malakai Parker helped me keep what was to spare of my sanity. If I'm not wrong, I may even say that I've found more being here than dealing with the bullshit y'all cause back home." Perhaps your words were a tad harsh, if Bonnie were in the room you were sure that she'd have a somewhat understanding of what you were saying. Though she was not, and thus you had to deal with the harshness of her best friend all by your lonesome. And it seemed that you had rattled him, apparently he couldn't handle the truth.

"Then why don't you run back to the sociopath? When we discovered that you were here, we found the pair of you attached to the hip anyways. And with him inside of you, I'd never seen you so darn happy, better here with him than tempting me to drink bleach from the way that you constantly complained when you were alive; I swear you were worse than Donovan." It was on your mind's own command for you to take a step back, and away from the toxin that Damon had so cruelly spat at you. Ans the way that he compared you to Matt made you angry; it was though he were ignoring that there were valid reasons for the blond to be the way that he was - after all, the monster before you had practically killed his sister. A laugh renegaded out from your mouth as you realised that you had been right all along, none of them cared. You were just a burden that stopped them from having a perfect life together. If this were a book, then this would be the beginning to your villain arc, and ironically enough Damon saw himself as one of the good guys. Now that was utterly ridiculous after every reckless thing that he had ever done!

"Have it your way then bloodsucker." All along, you should have trusted your guy, and from now on you knew that you would listen to it. And strangely enough, it was calling you to Kai, maybe it was because he was your last resort to escaping this imprisonment that had been meant for him alone. Turning on your heel, you heard Damon flop the towel down on the side and sigh, though you continued to walk, appeasing your better judgement elsewhere. "Wait." He tried to convince you to stay, belatedly understanding the mistake that he had made, but it was no use, you were already on your journey of getting as far away as possible from him.

The Mystic Grill, it remained to be familiar in your eyes as you entered. It was empty and void of drunken assholes and narcissists that you had wasted too much time on. The only person that you missed in the modern alternative was Matt Donovan, he was the only person that didn't treat you as though you were invisible or a nuisance. You wondered how he was coping with your absence, knowing him, he was probably relieved that Damon was gone. But you weren't, because he was here with you instead. Trailing your fingertips over the counter of the bar, out of the corner of your eye you saw a lonely glass of bourbon that was sat there as though it were lamenting you with mockery. You tried to hold your sentimental sob inside, but it was practically impossible. It tore through your body, bellowing out from your mouth as you stifled and fought through your tears.

A hand caressed the landscape of your back causing you to jump and flinch from the unexpected contact. One thing that you had learnt from evading and eventually experiencing the qualms of death, was that you could never be too careful. For no more than a second you had predicted that the intruder to your pity party was Damon, that he had followed you as you tried to distance yourself from him, but alas it was not, instead of being greeted by a fretless vampire, you were condemned by the sight of a powerless witch, of whom had purposely interjected your moment of cracked emotion and wore a brave smile for you. Wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves, you couldn't help but snap at him. "If you're here to finish what we started then tough luck Parker, you've been here long enough and you have two hands, figure something else out."

His tongue darted out to swipe at his own bottom lip, as he raised his hand, showcasing his offering to you. "I was only going to see if you wanted a pork rind, you look like you could use one." Sighing, you dug your hand into the pungent packet that was littered with dust and crumbs, retrieving a few treats for yourself as you placed them in your mouth. "And now should be when the poison kicks in..." With your hand, you gave him a little shove as you tolled your eyes at his homicidal comedy. "Come on, that was funny! I'm funny!"

"If you say so, there's not very many people around to give you an honest opinion." It was true, the only other human like lifeforms impartially close by were Damon and Bonnie, and well, you weren't going to scurry back to them anytime soon. "And if you had poisoned me, then you would know that I would be fine and dandy in not so long, It wouldn't make a difference if that wasn't the case either, I mean I'm already dead, what could be worse than that?" Kai looked at you with shock; he didn't know that about you, that you had actually suffered a final breath. Now he thought about it, the grand scheme of things he didn't know much about you in general, though he was prepared to learn. He had often found death to be fulfilling, satisfying even, but he'd never thought about its victims being so beautiful. Yet here you were before him, by chance the one force that could motivate and help him find a way out of this jarring hole of reaping misery.

"You're here, that's all that matters." As soon as those words fled from his lips he realised exactly what he had said, and a blush framed his features. "I um - that wasn't what I - you know, yeah..." He scratched the back of his neck as you shook your head at this new side that you were seeing of Malakai. His parents called him Malakai, of course he was going to become a killer, but right now you saw nothing more than an embarrassed boy whose skin had flushed as an affect of his own words. From your experience, everyone was either the killer or the killed - you two were one of each. Like ying and yang, you fit perfectly, it was a balanced divide that was settled on whichever rhythm played out in the air. And to correspond with that thought you walked over to the jukebox, a song beginning to play which made Kai want to cover his ears. "I hate this song." He told you; he really did, if he could murder it, he would without a doubt.

"Then don't listen, just dance with me." You extended your hands out to him, to which he begrudgingly reached for. And as he snapped his eyes open, he realised that was all a memory, and that goddamn song was still playing. All he could think about was you, he had seen how upset you had been to die, and yet you were gone again, and it was all down to your so called friends. One was standing before him as he sat in chains, imprisoned against a chair. "Are you here to punish me?" He asked Bonnie, wanting nothing more than shut his eyes and see your face again.

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Sand and Stars - Chapter Ten

Series Summary: After the water pump being blown up, the insurgents in Baqubah are taking a hold of the food supply to the village. Camp Warhorse is in dire need of reinforcements. It has been eight months of submitting countless requests when the High Command commissions Sergeant Olivia Ross to take her group of men and women and help Captain Syverson and his team to restore a semblance of normalcy. But with the war raging, does it get two hearts closer too?

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC x OMC

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of war, military technicalities, character held fugitive

A/N: Heya everyone! The update to this series took too long. I had kind of lost my muse, but I'm back at it again. Third-last part to the series really. Lots of things happening in this chapter, you might even hate me a little. 👀

And as always, big thanks to @thelastsock for beta reading this series. I love you so so much babe 💖

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<Chapter Nine

Title: Chapter Ten

Liv looked from one captain to another, her hands behind her back as she was commanded to stand at ease. The tension in the room was palpable. Standing to her one side was Pepps, watching the cold exchange between his superiors with his hands resting on his vest. While on the other side, Liv’s and Alex’s second-in-command stood with a straight face.

“He cannot be trusted.” Alex banged the table with his hand, the cup of coffee placed on the metal surface shook with the impact.

Sy looked pissed. He was glaring at the maps and pictures strewn on the table, his face descending into a frown. His lips pressed together and his nostrils flaring the longer he stared. Liv knew something was wrong. She had seen Sy get angry before, but today he seemed like he was hanging by the last nerve.

“I say we grill him until he squeaks.” Alex stood up straight, looking at Liv for a split second before he averted his gaze. “You should have been more careful when you approved of the insider info.”

Alex’s words were laced with absolute venom, the caustic cut of his statement caused Liv to stare at her feet. His tight grip on her arms last night had left bruises on her skin which throbbed on hearing his words. She took a deep breath and looked up again, trying to avoid looking at Alex and concentrating on Sy’s face. Mahmoud was their friend, she was left perturbed by the intel blowing up, but she never second guessed Mahmoud's intentions about helping them.

She thought Sy would disagree with Alex. Sy knew how much effort she had poured into helping the Special Forces to combat the militia. There had been days when she had voiced her feelings to him about staying back at the camp. The sole purpose of her coming to Warhorse had already ended. They had been lagging behind on the food truck retrieval, with her chopper destroyed, her best friend dead, the only thing keeping her in Baqubah was Sy.

"No one touches a hair on that man." Sy's voice was authoritative. Looking at Alex with narrowed eyes glinting with ferocious vexation, Sy spoke again. "You want to stir unrest amongst the people who decide to help us. I am not going to allow that."

"It was you who asked for assistance. Wasn't it because you knew you failed?"

The air in the room vibrated with challenged machismo from both Captains when Alex questioned Sy's ability to handle his job. Liv could see Sy was suppressing his fury, letting his hands hang to the side. She had to ask herself in that moment, was she the reason why they were in disagreement or was it her guilty conscience?

"What do you suggest?" Sy asked with gritted teeth.

"We go to the leader's holding and attack. Cut them at their roots."

Like her lips couldn't stop themselves, she stepped forward and blurted out, "We shouldn't do that."

Two sets of fiery eyes looked at her in that instant. She gulped as she glanced from one man to another. Sy averted his gaze to look to the side with a scowl that pierced her heart. It affected her deeply, confused her even, but she had an important issue at hand.

"Sir, we don't know whether the locals would help us or not. And ambushing the militants, with their last known residence in the city, I don't think we should endanger-"

Her sentence was cut short when Alex covered the distance between them and stood over her. She took a step back, heavily reminded of how small she felt, how she cowered away from him last night.

"You do not speak out of turn, Sergeant. Have you forgotten how this works?"

"Alex…" She whispered, feeling weaker than ever under his piercing stare. Liv met Sy's cold stare over Alex's shoulder and felt dispirited with the lack of support in the room.

"You're dismissed, Sergeant." Alex spat out the words, glaring at her with his sea green orbs.

She spared a glance to her second-in-command and nodded her head, trying to avoid the creeping sensation of inferiority rearing it's head. Her eyes quickly flicked between Alex and Sy before she walked out the door, resisting the urge to look back.

***

Liv grabbed her gun and slung it across her shoulder. Picking up her helmet from the table, she strapped it to her chin, securing it tightly to sit on her head.

"Go ahead. Mount up the ammo, I'll be out in a moment." She told her men who ran out with the boxes of ammunition to load up the Humvee. On her way to Sy's office, she came across soldiers from other units, walking in hurried steps as they were about to roll out.

After she was asked to leave, Sy and Alex had come to the decision to ambush the militant leader. She had been ordered to ready her unit as they were to attack the enemy with full force. She had her doubts but after how Alex treated her, she knew her opinions meant nothing. She had gone off to find Mahmoud's whereabouts and was informed that a team had been sent to bring him to the camp.

Liv reached Sy's office and stared at the door for a long minute. She had to talk to him, ask him if he was okay. She had to see him before they left for the desert which was about to turn into a warzone. Knocking at the door, Liv entered the small office and found Sy putting on his combat vest with a sulk on his face. He looked up the instant she crossed the threshold to the room, staring at her for a moment before going back to his task.

"Sy," Liv closed the door behind her, covering the distance between them and latching onto his back for a hug. She breathed in his scent, feeling warmth at the contact, only then realizing she had missed him tremendously. "Is everything okay?" She whispered, trying to keep the calm of their shelter intact, away from the chaos outside.

Sy did not respond, detaching himself from her embrace to grab his holster from the table. Liv watched him with confusion, feeling the coldness that was emitting from him.

"Sy-" She began but he spoke before she could finish her sentence.

"It is Alex, isn't it? The friend who you screwed up with?" His voice was sharp like the edge of the sword, cutting into her heart with each syllable. "Is that what you do, fuck your Captain where you go?"

Liv's heart sank, his words burned like hot metal on her skin. She stared at the back of his head, going over his words over and over again in her mind. Sy turned around to look at her, eyebrows scrunched, and an infuriating gaze accusingly boring into her.

"What?" She could only ask, left stunned and hurt.

"I saw you both last night, up on the roof. Is that what you wanted me to see? Let me know subtly that you didn't love me?"

"No." She asserted. Taking a step forward, she reached out her hand to hold his but he pulled back the instant her fingertip grazed his skin.

"You take me for a fool? You think you can string me along like that?"

This time Sy stepped forward, walking until her back hit the opposite wall. Liv could feel the sting of tears in her eyes. She could see the hurt, anger, scepticism in Sy's flaming blue orbs and she wanted nothing but to tell him what the truth was. But he caged her in with his arms on either side of her face, leaning so close to her face that his breath washed over her skin.

"I told you I love you, I asked you so many times if there was anyone else in your life. I gave you my everything." Sy closed his eyes taking in heavy breaths for a moment. "And this is how you reward me. Seeing you in his arms…"

Liv was rendered speechless. Her tears had overflowed, trickling down her cheeks in a hot trail. She brought her hand to grab onto his shirt when, shaking her head to deny his accusations when he pulled back.

"When we are done today, you leave for Baghdad, Sergeant." Sy grabbed his gun and his pistol from the table and walked out the door, slamming it behind him and tearing Liv's spirit to shreds.

***

“Sergeant?” Liv heard the gruff voice of her private speaking from above her. She opened her eyes, clutching her head in her hands as a buzzing noise reverberated in her ears. The hot desert sun blinded her eyes as she took in her surroundings. Looking at her arms she noticed her skin was matted with a thick black concoction of sweat, dirt and blood.

“Let me help you.” The private said, putting his hand on her back and gently pushing her to sit up. Liv shook her head when she sat erect, blinking her eyes several times until everything came to focus.

The compound was abuzz with people, soldiers in a hurry to mount the cars with ammo. She saw a few of the men sitting on the ground with injuries visible on their skin. Some were being given water and helped to stand up, while others were just lying on the ground, groaning in pain and agony.

Liv ached in several places with her head fuzzy from the hit she had taken to the side of her face. But even in that incoherent haze, she could figure out which vehicle had not made it back to the compound. She refused to believe he was dead. But her blood ran cold when she thought it was a possibility.

The last Liv remembered was running towards Sy’s unit with her men flanking her sides. The RPG had barely missed Sy’s truck but was close enough to overturn it on impact with the ground. Their envoy had stopped to cover fire Liv and her unit, while they made their way towards the upturned car lying on its side. Everything was only a few feet away when the militants had ambushed them from the side, forcing them to take shelter behind the remains of blown-up vehicles.

Gunfire had raged everywhere. Bullets were hitting the rusted metal parts of the car’s frame, missing Liv's body by inches. Liv had advised over the comms to cover her as she saw movement behind the smoky remnants of Sy’s truck. She could hear Alex’s commands over the other voices; he was sending the rest of them back to the camp, saying how his unit was only a few clicks away from her location and they would be there to assist her team. She could hear them trying to get anyone from Sy’s unit to respond but all they got in return was deafening static.

Liv could feel her heart beating in her ears with the fear of losing Sy and with the probability of dying herself. She had run behind a boulder, taken cover and waited for her troops to join her. She had looked up from behind the stony mass when all of a sudden, the back of a rifle had come from the side and hit her temple, knocking her out cold.

Groaning at the memory, Liv’s hand instinctively went up to the place of impact on her forehead. She felt the crusted ruddy line dripping down the side of her face, winching when her fingers touched the sore spot. Bracing her weight on the outstretched hand of her private, Liv stood up from the ground on shaky legs. She thanked the private for his help, dismissing him to look after others needing assistance. She watched him jog away when her eyes spotted Alex with his Lieutenant.

She had no idea what brought on the rage inside her, but her insides boiled when she looked at him. She stormed towards Alex, throwing her helmet to the side. She briefly took note of her men staring at her wide eyed, halting their activities to watch her figure cross the length of the compound with furious eyes and heavy steps.

Pulling at his Kevlar vest, Liv turned Alex around to face her, ignoring the shock on his Lieutenant's face at her disdainful behavior. Feeling lost, scared and angry at the one person who had fucked up the sanctuary she had built with the one she loved, Liv wanted to ask him only one question.

"Did you leave him on purpose? Did you leave Sy to die?"

“Sergeant! You better watch your words.” Came the Lieutenant’s order, coming to stand in front of her face. But Liv did not pay him any heed, she looked into Alex’s eyes, searching for her answer.

Alex clenched his jaw; his lips were pressed tightly in a thin line. Liv waited for him to answer, listening to Alex’s heavy breaths and keeping her eyes fixed on his. He scrunched his face, the lines near his nose deepening, until he moved to come closer to her. Liv had to crane her neck to look him in the eye, but she held her ground.

“Sergeant Ross, you do realize you are talking to your Captain?”

The anger in her was dissolving and was getting overcome by fear; fear of losing Sy. She felt her hands tremble as she balled them into fists with her eyes beginning to sting with the forming tears.

“We have to go back to get him, Alex.” She spoke in a raggedly calm manner. “We don’t leave our men behind.”

Liv hated him for many reasons, but right now all she needed was a friend. She spared a glance to the Lieutenant and then at the others standing behind them. Alex let out a heavy breath and momentarily closed his eyes before tapping her on the shoulder.

“Get to the medic, you’re bleeding.” He bluntly instructed, before turning to talk to the Lieutenant and walking towards the building which housed the office. Like on command, a trickle of blood trailed down Liv’s eyebrows, hanging onto her eyelashes before she swiped her hand over her forehead.

Fresh crimson liquid on her hand glistened under the sun, the metallic scent of blood lingering in the dusty winds. She felt her eyes blur for a second, her footing became unsteady until a set of strong hands came to hold onto her arms.

“It’s okay, Sarge, I got you.” She had no idea who it was, only that it wasn’t her friend or her lover.

***

No one could stay calm after returning from the warzone. No one could rest.

Liv had passed out again on the makeshift medical center’s bed. The docs said it was because of the blow to her head and the bleeding coupled with heat, but Liv wanted to add a few more things to the list. Topping everything else was the fact that it was almost night time and they were yet to find out if Sy was dead or alive.

She watched the rusty old blades of the ceiling fan whirr with metallic creaks. She looked to her side and noticed the groaning man beside her. He had his arm bandaged and his eye looked swollen shut. She recognized him to be from Alex’s unit, one of his privates maybe, someone who was out in the warzone for the first time.

Taking a deep, shaky breath and willing herself to sit up, Liv slung her legs from the edge of the bed. She touched the bandage on her forehead, dabbing at the bump of the material on her skin. She grabbed her shirt hanging from the metal railing of the bed and started putting it on over her t-shirt.

“You okay, man?” She placed a gentle hand over the private’s shoulder, nodding her head at him when he replied with a weak ‘yes’. She was about to ask him if he needed anything when the ruckus from outside the window pulled her attention.

Liv was staring wide-eyed at the commotion through the infirmary's window. Someone was being dragged by the collar of their shirt into the centre of the compound to where Alex and his men stood. Without wasting any time, Liv buttoned her shirt and ran out the infirmary, ignoring the protests of the doctor present in the room. She rushed down the stairs towards the exit, out into the yard to find Mahmoud pushed to stand in front of the men.

“Mahmoud! What is happening?” She ran to stand next to her friend, holding onto his arm as he stumbled forward. He had scrapes on his face and his nose was bleeding. His camo shirt was disheveled, the buttons on the front straining against their holes.

Disregarding her question, the man from Alex’s unit turned his scowling face towards the Captain. “We found him making his way to the camp. He refused to come with us as a fugitive and when he resisted-”

“You hit him?” Liv looked towards the poor man who had been nothing but helpful all this time. Sy always counted on him, he always told her how Mahmoud was like the beacon of hope for restoring some sort of peace to this place. “Sir, Mahmoud has been helping us all along. He has been important for everything that we have accomplished here.”

Alex crossed his arms over his chest while regarding Liv with contempt. “This man and his intel have led to my men getting injured. He was the one who set you up with the insider who betrayed you and now, your Captain’s missing. And yet you trust this guy?” He nearly spat out the last words to her, anger flaming in his eyes as he stared at Mahmoud’s form.

“Believe me Sergeant, I did not know about the boy. I did not know he would betray you.” Mahmoud held onto Liv’s arm, quivering in his place as he spoke. “I am not lying. I saw him myself. Captain and his men are alive and they’ve taken them captive.”

“How do you expect us to believe you?!” The man from before bellowed, grabbing Mahmoud’s collar again and yanking him backwards. Liv was quick to react, holding onto the soldier’s arm, grasping it tightly and pulling it away from Mahmoud’s shirt.

“Stop it! That is not how we treat them!” Liv turned to look at Mahmoud, ignoring the wild thumping in her heart. Her hands were beginning to tremble again, but she was also filled with the warmth of relief in finding out that her Sy was alive. “Mahmoud, please do not lie. You know Sy trusted you, more than he trusted anyone from around here.” She took his hands in hers, looking the man in the eyes with a pleading gaze. “Is Sy alive?”

“Yes, Sergeant. But-

“But what?” The beating of her heart was so loud in her ears, she was certain everybody could hear it. She had a sinking feeling in her gut, that whatever Mahmoud was going to say next would move the ground beneath her feet.

“They-the leader, he plans on executing the Captain and his men… make an example of them. To show what happens to anyone who helps the Americans.”

Blood drained from Liv’s body the moment those words left Mahmoud’s mouth. He went on to describe things he saw, but everything was a blur after that. Liv took a few staggered steps away, looking at the ground under her feet and feeling dread seeping into every fiber of her being. She had to pull in trembling breaths through her thoughts to finally calm her nerves.

Sy was hurt, they had beaten him. They were going to execute him.

Liv just wanted to crumple to the floor, lose all semblance of sanity, her mind fixated on how they had ended things. But she closed her eyes and willed herself to focus on her training. She had to save him or die trying. She loved the man and now that she knew he was alive, she had to give her everything to bring him back.

“Sir,” She said with a renewed fervor. Alex and his men looked at her at the same time. She could be reading wrong, but it seemed like Alex’s eyes had softened, the fury in his eyes was replaced with concern. “If you could hear me out sir, I have a plan.”

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Castiel- True Words

Pairing: Castiel x Adoptive!Daughter, Jack Kline

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Death/Murder, Messenger, At peace

Summary: After years of not seeing her adoptive father the one that taught her everything she'd able to send a grateful and much needed message back to him.

A/n- @firefly-graphics for dividers, This is for @gabrielasilva1510 I hope you enjoy it.

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I met Castiel when I was a teenager. He had popped out of nowhere. I could tell he wasn't one like the others. A human I mean, he was different. Something more calculated and closed off from the rest.

I was a girl that was stuck in the cycle of being adopted and then being brought back to the orphanage. A great cycle. But there was a trick that I had always had. I read a person or at least that what's the people always said about me.

Castiel told me that day, A twelve-year-old. "You, will one day save the world." Then as quickly as he was there he was gone. I just stared at the empty spot. I had never gotten a feeling like that from anyone.

He was right though ten years later. There he was standing between two larger men. They were called the Winchesters. "Dean, just give her a moment. The website said that she could help us." The taller said.

They were standing in front of the help desk. I had made a business out of my talent. For a service price of course. "This is just a spoof, Sam. A waste of money if you ask me." I heard the shorter brother say.

I stepped from behind the door. "Hello, Do you have an appointment?" I asked, smiling as I saw Castiel. My angel. "Castiel it's good to see you after so many years," I said.

"You know her?" The shorter one asked. "Is that how I found her?" The taller one asked. Castiel didn't speak, something that was common for him. I could feel the vibration from the three of them.

"Yes, I told Y/n many years ago that she'd save the world. It's been written for ages now." Castiel said matter of factly. "If you wouldn't mind coming in," I said. The boys followed behind me.

"So what do you do anyway," Dean asked. It was easy to read him, he was broken. A shattered man by the faults of his mother and father. "I read souls." He huffed and rolled his eyes. A jab from his younger brother went into his chest.

"Look now, you both know that you believe enough to know that there are things out there you don't know enough about. Dean your trust issues are a leading issue in solving anything. Sam, you can't trust yourself but trust everyone else. The two of you are the brothers that everyone fights for, yet nobody says 'thank you for saving our world'." I said

A stream of shock rolled over both of their faces. Something I don't think either was prepared to hear. Castiel butted in, "You said you can read a soul. Can you read the soul of a person from a picture?" He asked, diverting the hot attention of the boys and onto what I could gather was their reasoning for showing up.

After Castiel showed me the picture, he gave me further detail. An Arthur Ketch was who they were after, a whole party of hunters but from over the sea.

I was able to help, and the boys left. Castiel was nice enough to help and stay. Cleaning up alongside me. "You know I thought of you every day after I saw you Castiel," I said grabbing something from the table. "I know I heard your prayers every night." He said.

"I adopted you when you turned seventeen, but I wasn't prepared to thrust you into a life for which you'd have to come back to eventually," Castiel said. There was a serious tone behind his words. A kind tone as well, something that I didn't need to be able to read to control souls to understand.

He asked me if I'd like to join them, Something that I was no doubtfully confused about. The only reason not to was my own fear, and I didn't need fear in my life not with my abilities after all.

A long lifetime couldn't spare you from all the damages you were given by being near the Winchesters. My life ended not shortly after staying with them. I was caught and used as bate to lure the Winchester, and Castiel into a trap by the British men of letters I learned before my fate ended my life.

Where I was sent was a beautiful garden, one filled with the green life, and budding flowers. One at peace and tranquility. My Eden, I called it. I sat there for ages, years in the silence of my new home. Awaiting anything new and bright. Awaiting the promise of new life.

One day that was given to me. A young boy came walking into my Eden. A pair of glasses clouded me from seeing his whole face, but it never mattered. "You must be wondering where you are?" I asked.

The boy stood still, "You look similar." He said. I turned my head, "You must be confused, I have been here for years boy." I said, "My name's Jack."

"Jack Winchester." He said stripping himself of the glasses. The bright blue eyes of the ocean staring back at me. I smiled "You must know Castiel." I said. He shook his head, a goofy smile on his face.

"He talks about you a lot ya'know." Jack said. "I bet, now would you like to go back, I imagine that's why you're here to help him and the Winchester brother," I said speaking softly.

"Yes, I'm afraid they still need my help down there," Jack said. He was so gentle with the plants he started to walk around Eden. "alright Jack, whenever you're ready and I'll send you back." I said to Jack.

I thought of how I missed Castiel, nothing could be changed now, but it would be wonderful to let him know that I'm okay, at least as far as heaven is concerned.

"I'm ready." He said a flower he must have plucked was his hand. "Jack, can I ask a favor from you?" I asked. He turned his head slightly, something that Castiel did many times before...

"Would you give a message to Castiel?" I asked, he shook his head happily. "Tell Castiel, that I will do whatever I can here in Eden to protect the legacy of him and the Winchesters. Tell him that I can't thank him enough for the home he gave me when nobody else would."

I said sadly. Jack closed his eyes, "He'll be more than happy to hear from you." And with that, I snapped my fingers and send Jack Winchester back home to Castiel and the Winchester brothers.

Maybe I did save the world, but Castiel saved me when I was much younger. He saved me and truly he was the one that saved the world.

Posted on: 04/16/2022

Completed on: 04/11/2022

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Can I be greedy and ask for all the Shape Bots questions? 😂 Except for like, 13, and any others you're not comfortable answering/aren't applicable since they're robots. 😂

OTP Asks

Ok so I waited a while for this because I wanted to see who would send in individual numbers and since I've run out of those I'm gonna try to answer All Of Them lol

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1. Who most initiates PDA?

Cubot, definitely. Orbot gets too embarrassed to initiate much of anything in public, and he always "scolds" Cubot whenever he decides to be a bit too affectionate in public.

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

No, not really? They've basically been around each other their whole lives, I don't think there'd be much in the way of recharging they'd have to adjust to. However, this is a good subject for me to remind everyone that they've canonically slept together (in the literal sense, not the nasty sense) in Sonic Boom.

Darlings, both of them.

3. Jealousy issues?

Not often, and it's less jealousy and more just mild annoyance on Orbot's part just because Cubot gets so easily distracted. He knows that it's hard for Cubot to keep his focus on one thing, but sometimes he really wishes that he could, and that it was on him.

4. What's a Night Out for them?

It can be hard for them to get out of the base when it's not on Official Eggman Business™, so a lot of times their night out becomes a night in. Still, on a rare occasion, they do get out on their own with a little bit of freedom. This could be mostly projecting but I feel like to avoid getting overwhelmed (or being spotted by those who would be unkind to Eggman robots like them) a lot of the time they'll try to go somewhere away from people and buildings for a change. Maybe go out at night and do stargazing and stuff. Cubot would also have a ton of fun trying to catch fireflies. again might just be projecting my love of nighttime, but it's still cute to think about. (I also have various hcs for things they can and can't do physically, for example drinking. I have an AU where Fred the Egg Pawn actually owns a little robo-bar and grill, and they like to go there sometimes when they're up for something more social.)

5. What’s an evening in for them?

I like to think they enjoy themselves a lot when they're able to get away from the Doctor. They're simple robots, a TV date with some snuggles is fine by them, but sometimes one of them will decide to try and whip up something a bit fancier for the other, just for fun. Turn a spare room into a makeshift ballroom and dress up, pretend to be at a fancy restaurant even though they can't eat, things like that. It doesn't always go as planned, but that's part of what makes it fun. And then other times they just say screw it and decide to spend the night being silly like the ridiculous robos they are. :)

6. Double Date? Thoughts? Who?

Ok so I hate when questions are phrased like this bc I can hardly understand them and also I personally never could understand the concept/point of double dates? But if they were to go on a double date I'd imagine it being with another robot couple, first ones that come to mind are Bocoe and Decoe from Sonic X because I ship and adore them as well. Or they were like forced to go on a double date with Eggman and whoever his partner was at the time, like Bowser or sumn idk--

7. Do they want (have) kids?

I don't think they ever really thought about having kids, since they can't have them biologically as robots and no way in hell Eggman would let them adopt, so it never really came to mind. I do have an AU where they did accidentally get a kid, and since they got him they do their absolute best to be good parents bc Axle means the world to them. But before Axle they didn't really give the idea of children much thought.

8. Have an AU thought?

Oh honey so many. I still have the list of shapebot AUs if you want to ask about any more of those, but the one on my mind lately is one I started calling it "Cwispy AU" as a joke bc I've always jokingly referred to 06 Silver's Crisis City with the lava and such as the Ultra Cwispy Timeline. Basically that AU is "Orbot and Cubot are on their own with just the cellar of a completely destroyed base for shelter and are trying to survive in this post-apocalyptic hellscape". I'm working on an animatic for it right now.

9. If they got engaged… who proposed?

This one I'm honestly not sure? I could see it happening both ways, equally awkwardly. I don't think robots can actually get married in the Sonic world, but the bots would definitely hold some sort of ceremony..even if it ended up being like in the back of a supply closet (I saw some art of something like that with them a long time ago, it was kinda funny and cute) or something. I can say that I imagine their wedding rings would be like hex nuts with stones put into them of each other's colors. Rose gold hex nut ring with yellow stone, gold hex nut ring with red stone. Because I think it'd be cute, and these bots don't have access to diamonds (also imo diamonds are kind of a boring stone for their price, id much rather have a sapphire or even moissanite or something for my ring lol). And it wouldn't surprise me if they wore them under their gloves so they didn't get lost or taken.

10. How do they deal with the other’s family?

Well, since they're both built by Eggman and both still owned by him, they kind of just do their best to appease him and run off whenever they get the chance. It's not ideal but what can you do. Also with Metal Sonic, Orbot does his best to try and appeal to him and stay on his good side (see "big bro" - and I could talk about my opinions on how Orbot acted in RotW but that'd be getting off track) while Cubot tries to stay out of his way whenever he's not following Orbot's lead.

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I'm gonna do more of these in a reblog later and I'll probably tag you once I do so but this post is getting pretty long so here's the first 10-

[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Overgrown Metal

Chapter 2: Camping

Summary of fic:

Almost two decades ago, the fae rose up from beyond the realm with technology far surpassing the human race, quickly taking over after laying waste to nearly everything in their wake. Virgil and Roman, Society escapees and hunters, run into an uncertain future while fleeing from their pasts. Remy and Remus stare their only chance straight in the face as they teeter on the edge of reluctant adventure. Emile is left his cousins engineering palace and is given the tools to change the world. Logan, a lone researcher and outcast is found by an old friend who offers him a chance of the century. Hyden (deciet), can shift into anything he so chooses, but staying true to his form as his heritage slaps him sideways proves harder than he thought. Patton mourns the loss of his son as he slowly uncovers secrets he wishes aren't related.

Or less wordy:

Eight idiots with trust issues fumble around each other and try to save the world from killer mechanical beasts and fairies that will snap your neck without taking their hands from their wine glasses.

Warnings: Violence, fight scenes, dark fantasy, apocalypse setting, some gore, blood

TW for this chapter: spiraling thoughts, mentions of anxiety. If you see more you want mentioned, please say something.

Ships: Remy (sleep) x Remus. Brotherly Roman and Virgil. Platonic Logan and Hyden (Deciet)

Wrapping his cloak tighter around himself, the young man grumbled quietly to himself as he scooted closer to the small fire. Two cans of mini raviolis sat nearby, cracked open slightly and heating up just a foot away from the flames. He let out a quiet curse as his stomach grumbled loudly, making more noise in a couple seconds than he had in a week.

'What the hell is taking you so long?' he thought at his still absent companion. The water of the nearby river was freezing, it shouldn't be taking this long to clean. He would had heard if the other was attacked. Even if the attacker was silent Roman typically wasn't, their overly dramatic battle cries carrying over fields if they so chose them too. Maybe they fell in? Again, he would have heard the yell...unless the shock from the cold rendered them nonverbal. Or something had dragged them in. Maybe while cleaning off their weapons their hand had slipped and they had sliced themself open and was currently bleeding out and he wouldn't know because he was being too stubborn to leave the warmth of the fire. What if they fell and cracked their head open on a rock? What if-

Cruching footsteps interrupting his racing thoughts and he breathed a quiet sigh of relief. While he was getting better at not having to check on Roman every few minutes to make sure they were still around, it didn't stop his thoughts from quickly spiraling when the thought of him being alone again filled his head. Roman plopped down beside him having deposited their pack with their other belongings nearby, leaning forward to carefully take the cans away from the fire and depositing one in front of each of them before procuring spoons from God-knows-where but he was hungry so it didn't matter.

He growled low as he snatched the utensil, ripping the lid the rest of the way off and shoveling the ravioli with essence of tin in his mouth regardless of the heat.

"Slow down, dark and stormy gremlin, you're gonna choke!" He didn't even spare a glance at the scandalized face as the last of the sauce was scraped up and eaten in less than a minute.

"Was hungry." He mumbled out, hands disappearing back into the cloak as he burrowed further into its warmth.

The other eyed him fondly. "Honestly, Virgil I can't take you anywhere. I get a spot at the nicest pasta joint in town and this is how you behave? I really can't take you anywhere."

They frowned as they only recieved a soft huff in response. "Are you alright? I'm sorry I was gone for so long, that oil takes a while to work out in cold water."

Virgil shook his head. "....that."

Catching only half the mumble, Roman set their own empty can down and scooted closer. "Can I ask you to repeat that or is it a signing day?"

Virgil squeezed himself tighter in the fabric and lifted his head up towards the other. Roman's eyes shone with concern even in the dim light of their small campfire, the effect only slightly ruined by the dark curls drying in the humid air making them puff out in a fluffy halo around their head. The image made him smile lightly and duck his head back down to suppress his giggles.

"Hairs messy."

He only giggled harder at the offended gasp. "I'm offering you a damn heart to heart here and I get insulted!" Roman grimaced as they felt what state their hair was in, ruing their days as a traveler if only for the fact that hairstyles were rendered useless on an adventure. They were still bitter over The Great Hairspray Debacle of 2015, having to give the space up in their pack for "actual necessary supplies, Roman".

Virgils laughter died down as the nervous feeling began to creep back into his thoughts. Roman noticed the sobering mood and sat back slightly, willing to wait for the young nervous wreck to gather his thoughts.

"Town's coming up."

Roman nodded. They knew there was a town with an underground market a few days travel away from the last time they had come through this way. They hadn't had time to stop before, but this time around they needed to empty out their packs of the items that had been piling up for a few weeks now and their supplies were getting low enough that they would have needed to stop to stock up anyway. They gestured for Virgil to continue even though they knew what the source of anxiety was going to be.

"What if..." Virgil growled in frustration as the words stuck in his throat, the rolling anxiety in his stomach and mind making him struggle to not shut down. Long, pale fingers twisted and bunched the fabric around him until with a frustrated huff they darted out and flipped out a quick gesture.

"Recognized?"

Roman nodded in understanding and he sighed in relief. He knew not being able to speak most of the time had to be annoying for his companion but thankfully they never seemed to mind, only waiting patiently for either words to be forced out or hands to jerkedly spell out what little bit of sign language he knew. He made up a lot along the way and most of the time he was able to be understood. With no internet to look up the language, books being a Society priviledge and a general distrust of people making it difficult to ask anyone for lessons, even though they never stayed in one place for long, official sign wasn't something either of them were good at.

"That's why we have the cloaks and hoods and even the masks if we feel like we need them. We're pretty far away though, I doubt anyone we would know would be around." Roman took up a stick and poked around the fire a bit, stirring it as the embers began to die down for the night. "Nothing has ever happened at any of the towns we've been in, and I've heard this one is particularly...underground, so to speak. No one who would recognize us would be caught dead near there. We'll go in, sell our parts, grab supplies and get out. Next stop after that will be that abandoned city-town-place wherever that we heard about a while back. It'll be fine, Anx."

Virgil smiled at the old nickname, something Roman had taken to calling him when he refused to reveal his name the first few months they began traveling together. His shoulders relaxed the tiniest bit as the name ironically released some of the pent up anxiety, fingers releasing the cloak and instead splaying on his ripped black jeans to try and wipe off the accumulated sweat.

They both sat in silence for a while after that, watching the fire die down completely as the late evening faded into complete darkness, the clear sky allowing the stars to be on full display with no threat of light pollution to obscure their giddy twinkling. Crickets chirped quietly in the long grass, fireflies answering back their call with lazy winks of light. Even the river was hushed, water seeming to lap quieter at the shore for fear of breaking the rare tranquility the nearby travelers were soaking in.

With the world this soft and still, Virgil could pretend for a moment that this was merely an extended camping trip. Maybe they were on their summer break and were hiking for the fun of it. Tomorrow they could trek through a forest like it was nothing, sunlight streaming through normal tree branches as untouched wildlife teemed around them. All of their gear and supplies could be innocent in nature, the heaviest thing in their packs could be a small camping stove rather than their extensive collection of foreign trading parts. Their supplies were running low, so they'd soon start heading back the way they came, finding their car and laughing at some dumb play argument they had on the way back while they reloaded everything and climbed in the front, laughter turning to more bickering as they fought over what music they'd listen to first. Roman would drive first since Virgil only had his permit and wouldn't feel comfortable taking the wheel until he recognized the roads they were on. They'd get to Virgils house and it would be coming onto late evening so he'd let Roman stay the night, knowing his dad-

Virgil furiously scrubbed at his eyes, snapping back from his thoughts. His dad wouldn't care of a friend stayed over. He didn't care about anything. He didn't even care when - no. Nope, not tonight. Rubbing absentmindedly at his arms he scooted backwards away from the now dead fire and laid back to watch the sky, Roman following soon after. They didn't say anything as he turned and wrapped himself around the other tightly, for which he was grateful. He smiled as he felt lips touch the top of his head and careful arms lay themselves across his back. Surrounded by safety and warmth it wasn't hard for sleep to find him.

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".....an."

"Come on, Ro....."

"Princey, get up!"

Roman shot up, blinking rapidly to clear the lingering sleep from their eyes and shaking their head to try and whip the tangled curls away. Glaring in response to their brothers shit-eating grin, they settled for flipping him off while they rubbed at their eyes, getting a water bottle thrown at them in retaliation.

"Too early." They mumbled as they fumbled with the lid.

Virgil laughed. "Try again, Sleeping Ugly, it's almost noon. I've had camp packed up for hours now."

Offended at the nickname but grinning nonetheless, they downed half the bottle in one go and dragged their pack over lazily. Virgil was always the early riser in their party of two, despite the late nights he often kept as a sleeping schedule. Roman however, was happy to spend the day hitting the metaphorical snooze button unless they had actual plans. Which, unless another Mech Beast was spotted this close to a town, which was highly unlikely, this was supposed to be a day of resting.

Looking over at the other however, their irritation softened as the ball of anxious energy went from task to already done task trying to keep himself busy. Though it seemed he'd be more talkative today than he had been that didn't mean his nerves weren't soaring to the sky with how close they were to people again. They knew they should both take a break today, but if moving would help...

Mind made up they stood, swinging the pack around to rest on their shoulder and picking up another to carry first for the time being. Different peices of metal and containers holding strange substances clanked together inside, securely wrapped in paper and fabric to prevent them from breaking or getting scratched. They'd make Virgil carry it later on but they figured since they got extra sleep it would only be fair to carry the heavier pack first.

Trying one last time to fix their hair back into a reasonable shape Roman turned towards Virgil with a smile.

"Ready?"

Hoisting up his own pack he nodded and kicked at the already severely scuffed dirt, rising up on his tip toes as he began to walk.

"As I'll ever be."

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This is also available on AO3 if you're interested. I can't promise regular updates but I really like this story so I'll be picking at it for a while.

And we're another chapter in! I didnt think about this before, but if you'd like to be tagged for story updated feel free to ask. If you want to read it on here but can't find the first chapter, search overgrown metal in the tags and it'll come up.