#and hawke is like '.............that little shit survived and he didn't tell me?? i'm telling mother'

[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

I'm back on my bullshit thinking about the Hawke siblings again and how much I love a "both twins live" AU... but y'know what I love just a little bit more? An AU where all three Hawke siblings are alive, but one of the twins still get attacked by the ogre in Lothering and is presumed dead when they actually survived.

I like to think that since the narrative in DA2 is framed as a story Varric's telling Cassandra, we can play around with the fact that he's an unreliable narrator. Varric wasn't there in Lothering. He only knows what Hawke told him. It makes for a better story if Leandra, Hawke, and the surviving twin get to huddle around the dead twin and say their goodbyes... especially if they didn't actually get to do that. I mean, a lot of us already have that train of thought when it comes to Leandra's death and Hawke getting some closure through her final words telling them how proud she is. Whose to say Varric didn't do that for the lost twin, as well?

All that to ask what if the ogre attack happened, but the group was so overwhelmed by darkspawn they had to flee further and couldn't check the twin who "died?" Flemeth still showed up, but it was too late to go back and say goodbye.... so Hawke made a deal with the Witch of the Wilds and they all pushed forward to Kirkwall.

Imagine Bethany, left behind with broken bones and bleeding in the sand, fading in and out of consciousness as the remaining darkspawn surround her. She knows how to heal, how to fight back, but she's weakened. Her staff lays out of reach. Air shakes in her lungs. She tries to call for help, but only wheezes come out. Where's her mother? Her siblings? Did the ogre get them, too?

At this point, we all know what happens to the women darkspawn take, and Bethany could've met that fate; she doesn't have the strength to fight back as they drag her away. But before they can bring her underground, she's saved by another group of survivors. Perhaps they're more soldiers fleeing Ostagar, or townsfolk who recognize her from Lothering. They do what they can to treat her wounds but she needs a healer, so they bring her with them to seek refuge in Redcliffe... except they eventually realize she's an apostate. Well, she doesn't seem dangerous, but they still contact the templars.

Bethany wakes in a warm but unfamiliar bed with skilled healers tending to her. Templars hover by the doorway. First Enchanter Irving greets her, gentle in explaining she's safe inside of Kinloch Hold and that she's going to survive. When Bethany asks about her family, he gives her a sympathetic smile and says they only found her.

Bethany, who never took to embracing her magic the way her older sibling did and always felt like it burdened her family... has lost that very family. Could they survive the ogre and darkspawn? Or did the ogre tear them apart, too? How did she survive... but not them? Did the Maker really have such a sense of humor? How else would she end up in the Circle, a place her family went to great lengths to keep her safe from?

She doesn't want to think about it. She hopes they made it to Kirkwall, but the prickle of dread that crawls up her spine knows how unlikely it is. Bethany finds comfort in speaking with the mages who rotate in to heal and bring her food. Some feel trapped by their magic just as she does, but others remind her of her older sibling in the way they embrace their magic, a gift from the Maker. The younger apprentices who aid the mages ask her questions about what lies beyond the walls. The templars mostly keep their distance, but one is friendlier than others. A man with curly blonde hair and a sympathetic view of the mages bothers to speak to her more than his fellows do.

She's still in recovery when Uldred and his blood mages attack the tower, but she survives. Bethany heals, even as she's haunted by nightmares of the ogre wrapping its tainted hand around her body to crush her, flinging her aside to lay among the limp bodies of her family... haunted by the horrors the blood mages unleashed on the tower. She aids in restoring the tower the best she can, and accepts her new home, her new life. When she's well enough, she lights a candle for each of them; her father, mother, her eldest sibling, her twin... she even lights a candle for the family mabari, and prays to the Maker to give them her love as they stand at His side.

The Blight ends. Years pass. Bethany settles into her new life, becoming a fine example for the younger apprentices she mentors. She witnesses wrong doings against her fellow mages, loses friends to their harrowings or tranquility. She accepts what she is, even if bitterly. The Chantry's teachings about magic scar more than enlighten; she sees it in some of her fellow mages, feels it in herself. Secret meetings. Whispers of escape, of freedom. More escape attempts. Harsher restrictions.

Around this time, back in Kirkwall, Knight-Captain Cullen stands where he always does in the Gallows courtyard. He notices Hawke appear with some of their companions. It hurts to think back to Kinloch Hold, but something occurs to him: he knew of another Hawke who was brought to the Circle while he served there. They only spoke once before... well, before. He wonders if there's any relation. When Hawke wanders over to speak to him, as they always do, Cullen brings it up.

Hawke pales. A beat of silence. Cullen recognizes heartbreak; he sees it unfold in their eyes and swell in their throat as they realize that all this time, their baby sister was alive.

Then the day comes where new whispers float among the mages in the Circle. A visit by a Grey Warden. Most, including Bethany, assume he's here to recruit... until Irving comes to her. He says this warden's requested, though more like insisted, he see her now. But then Irving smiles; the warden in question said his name is Warden Carver. He received an urgent letter that his sister is here, alive, and he demands to know if that's true.

Bethany nearly collapses when she sees him.

While the reunion can't last; she can't leave the Circle and he has his calling; the twins embrace, sobbing out apologies and exclamations that they thought the other was gone. Carver tells her of Kirkwall, the expedition that led him to the Grey Wardens, and their older sibling's status as Champion. With a gentleness she never knew her brother to have, he tells her what happened to their mother, and more tears flow freely. Their sibling learned about her from a templar, though Carver grumbles that the bastard could've said something sooner.

There's the Maker's humor again.

...Now flip the script: imagine Carver being left behind instead.

For as strong and passionate as he is, that ogre still picks him up and slams him to the ground. Bones crack. Black splotches flood his vision, agony exploding across his skin. His sword flies from his hand. The soulless bastard tosses Carver aside like he's nothing, and he's left to lay there. His mother's cries muffle in his ear as though he's stuck underwater, sinking slowly into the dark.

It figured, honestly... that he'd survive Ostagar while his fellow soldiers were cut down all around him, that he and his eldest sibling would flee the field when all hope was lost... that he'd make it home to get his family out of Lothering... only to die protecting his mother. And why not? He is a protector. A warrior. It's a honor to die saving those he loved... so why didn't it give him peace?

Carver eventually wakes in the night among the bodies of fallen darkspawn. Everything aches painfully hot and his thoughts reject coherency. He knows his family is gone; they're dead, or they've fled... either way, he's alone; left behind. Something's broken inside of him, but he has just enough will to pull himself up at the sound of approaching footsteps. A group of survivors find him- funny enough, the same group who aided Bethany in an alternate timeline. Imagine that.

That's how Carver ended up in Redcliffe's Chantry with an overworked healer tending to him. He doesn't even flinch when the mage works their magic on him, knowing all too well the sensation of healing magic seeping into his skin, mending the flesh. He tries not to think of Bethany, or what might've happened to her.

The Chantry's overwhelmed with townspeople hiding from a danger outside that he can only assume is darkspawn... except it's not. He wonders how hard he hit his head when he hears the undead have come from the castle to slaughter what they can of the town every night. But then he sees it with his own eyes when one breaks in, taken down by a templar, and never before has he ever felt so useless.

Then the last two remaining Grey Wardens arrive. They're crucial in the final fight against the undead, swearing to enter the castle to stop the attacks at the source. While Carver couldn't participate in the final fight, something he complained loudly about, he did what he could in his condition to help like sharpening swords and handing out supplies. Mostly to keep his sanity and quite his thoughts throughout his recovery.

When the time came, he took up his sword again in the name of all those he lost.

An archdemon was said to be on the horizon, and the Grey Wardens needed everyone they could get to fight. Carver fights in the battle of Denerim where the Hero of Fereldan defeated the archdemon. He cuts his way through every darkspawn he sees. Ostagar flashes red behind his eyes. Lothering clutches at his heart. So much anger and sorrow built up inside him, flooding out in his tears and screams. Blood everywhere. Fire and smoke.

Then it's over.

In the aftermath of the Blight, like so many others, Carver has no home to return to. No family. He thinks to go back to Lothering to help rebuild, only to hear the lands were too tainted. These tainted creatures took everything from him... That's what eventually brings him to Vigil's Keep, standing before the Hero of Fereldan themself, asking to be made a Grey Warden. He already dedicated nearly two years of his life to killing darkspawn, and he had nothing else. Even when faced with the Joining, holding the chalice of darkspawn blood and being told to drink, he didn't flinch.

Life as a Grey Warden isn't as simple as he assumed it would be, but Carver finds purpose in his calling. Over the years, he grows to view his fellow wardens as family. He travels all over Thedas, venturing down into the Deep Roads to help clear out hoards of the darkspawn. But then comes the day he finds himself in Kirkwall, and it doesn't take long before he hears the name Hawke on the lips of the townspeople. His eldest sibling was not only alive, but they're quite popular among the people. But what about Mother? Bethany? He doesn't have to snoop too far to learn templars took Bethany away to the Gallows, and that Leandra Hawke was the final victim in a string of murders committed by a blood mage.

Carver finds himself standing outside the estate, glaring at the door. Furious. Heartbroken. Bitter. He wants to scream. This entire time, they lived. He's torn between wanting to reunite with his older sibling again, to get the truth from them, and wanting to barge into the estate, demanding answers to how they could let the Circle take Bethany... after what Carver sacrificed, how could they let Mother die like that? Was it all pointless in the end?

He leaves without knocking. He can't bring himself to see them. Not that it mattered. Before he could leave Kirkwall, the tensions with the qunari finally overflowed, and chaos fell upon the city. He's forced face to face with his older sibling again, but he wasn't prepared to watch the recognition slowly bloom on their face, or for all his anger to turn to mush. Carver's the first to speak.

"Somehow, I knew it would be you."

.............So, yeah. I really like this idea.

[venomwrites]

Oh my lord?? I was only hoping for maybe an opinion or a small little drabble at the most but it spawned an actual fic FIC?? I'm so happy what the heck!! You are so very kind. Thank you again for the food- NAY- for the feast, chef!!

Surprise to me too but it was really fun to try and figure out how Silco would manipulate Vi. And then to think about what it would look like for Vi to come of age in a very different environment. And then, of course, to think about what it would look like for Vi and Caitlyn to actually dislike each other (except Vi doesn't want her to get blown up bc her good heart is in there SOMEWHERE).

But you want headcannons? Let's go with headcannons for the missing time that have been hinted at in the fic:

-Silco convinces Vi Vander was full of shit. She's not a good leader, he's not the devil incarnate. Vander was wrong about both of them and they are both stuck with his mess.

-He never makes her work, but he offers it as a way to actually do good. He preys on her better nature in a much more subtle way and uses her guilt to make working for him 'her decision' (it's not).

-BUT Vi looks so much like Felicia and there is a real feeling of guilt there for her almost getting dragged to Stillwater and how fucked up her head is.

-Silco's plans shift much more to the legitimate industrialist side of things. And Vi is a key part of that. Silco has fostered her observational abilities and her natural leadership to get in with some of societies upper crust through their kids. They are legitimate enough to get in the door, but Vi gets the kids eating out of her palm and that door gets a lot bigger. Many deals have been struck when doting father Silco comes to pick up his precious Violet.

-It doesn't work on Caitlyn.

-Vi doesn't look very hard for Powder or Ekko because Silco has manipulated her into thinking she's a horrible person AND that if she accomplishes enough for him, she'll be worthy of Powder. Vi is aware her relationships are very manipulative, but she justifies it with the lesser evil.

-Shimmer is still very much a thing. But Silco keeps Vi away from it as much as possible. She has a thing about it that she can't let go of and Silco has to walk a fine line without pushing her too hard.

-Appearance wise Vi has an undercut and the top of her hair is dyed black. She usually wears it pulled back in kind of a faux-hawk tail so it just looks magenta. When she takes it down her appearance is somewhere closer to season 2 pitfighter/final battle. She dresses much more nicely but all of her clothing is reversible. She always has a 'black' look and a 'magenta' look, pointing towards her dual nature.

-Sometimes she goes by Jinx when she's truly undercover. But Topside she's always Violet except sometimes she tells people to call. her Vi when she wants them to feel like she cares. Silco is Dad.

-Even though Caitlyn doesn't care, she refuses to address her as anything but Vi, Vi will only call her Kiramman. They both loathe how the other says their name.

-Caitlyn and Vi know each other and hate each other. Vi takes Caitlyn working for Marcus as a personal insult (one of many). But Caitlyn is the only one of the rich kids who didn't fall for Vi's manipulation so she might have a little respect for her. Yes they have come close to kissing once or twice and every time Vi insults her for some reason. Couldn't be wanting to protect her, obviously.

-Silco has broken Vi down and built her back up by preying on her desperate desire for love and family. He has her convinced she is worthy of neither but he has the way in which she can have it all. He's set it up so she has enough successes to think she's accomplishing something which only makes the indoctrination worse.

-While Vi can fight, it's not her first instinct. Silco has also steered Vi towards learning to invent with her hands and be educated. Because Vi is not struggling to survive in the same way, she's able to focus on learning and is something of an inventor/mechanic now too. Her hands are perpetually wrapped on missions so they won't be damaged.

-Sevika is the one who spars with Vi. She maybe sort of dislikes this entire situation because Silco's manipulation is so obvious to her, but also things are better. Vi gets to be a kid. So maybe it's not so bad? Except deep down she knows it is but she also knows no-one is coming to help Vi in the way she needs.

OH AND BONUS

-Powder hid behind Vander's corpse when Silco appeared and had to stay there for hours tucked underneath him with a burning building falling on them until someone moved the corpse...

[warpedpuppeteer]

trigger warning: blood

Was doing a bit of writing and found this older Buddie fic draft of a newly turned vampire Buck who can only drink Eddie's blood. I think I talked about this awhile back. Read and lmk your thoughts?

Mark's eyes sharpen like a hawk. “You've drank human blood before?!” he asks, completely surprised. Buck's mouth twists unhappily at the memory, the disgusting blood he's just had threatening to spill out from his mouth, hands clenching in front of him. “Someone got shot in front of me. Their…their blood was on me. My clothes, my face and it was…it got into my mouth too”. Buck doesn't look up; refuses to. He swallows the rising bile and clenches his eyes shut for a moment at the vivid images his brain helpfully pulls up for him of that day. He only looks up again when Mark curses. “Well shit. That's unfortunate”. He places the blood bag back into the cooler and turns to address them again. “When a new vampire has tasted blood before, something goes wrong during the turning. They sort of - bond I guess is a way to put it- with that person and other peoples blood cannot sustain them anymore. The vampire can only survive with the blood of that one person whose blood they've tasted before.” Buck filters in the information and lets it roll around his head for a moment. Eddie just says “fucking Christ” and looks towards the ceiling. “You don't by any chance know where they are, do you?", Mark asks with a little bit of hope in his voice. Eddie is the one who answers for them. “We do. You can say we're very close even”. When Mark tilts his head questioningly, Eddie points towards himself. “You're looking at him. It's me. The one who got shot in front of him. And whose blood was in his mouth. Jesus, Buck I didn't even know that happened”. Eddie has turned towards him at the end, hands lose at his sides and curling like he wants to reach out and touch Buck. Buck kind of wants to reach out himself but he keeps his hands as it is and looks up at Eddie, giving him a wry smile. “What? Tell you casually over dinner at your place that ‘hey remember when you got shot and nearly died? Funny thing, your blood got into my mouth so I know what it tastes like now’?” He looks away before adding softly “Not really something I wanted to talk about”. Eddie stares at him, a million things flickering behind his warm brown eyes before it settles on sad fondness. He puts a hand on Buck's shoulder then, squeezes it and Buck puts a hand on it and squeezes back. I'm sorry. I know. “So what you're saying is, I can only survive on Eddie's blood now?”, Buck asks Mark who's been staring at them quietly throughout their exchange.

I wanted to come up with a reason where Buck can only drink Eddie's blood not because they're in love or soulmates or whatever. Sort of practical reasons you know. And I definitely wanted to incorporate the sniper scene into it.

[duality-in-spandex]

🎨 Headcanon time!

Thank you all for 150 followers! It's been wonderful and I'm glad my representation of Twice is something we all can enjoy together!

That being said, lets get into the headcanons 😁

First on the list

Alters

Basically the voices inside his head that come out because of his unspecified dissociative disorder.

Jin: the main alter, he uses punctuation properly and uses a lot of emojis. He is outgoing, friendly, and a bit naive. He is usually piloting the body. This is the alter we see most in the anime. "Jin would write a sentence somewhat like this, with an emoji too 😁"

Meanie: he speaks in all caps and doesn't use punctuation or emojis. He's basically the protector, so Jin doesn't have to hurt people. He lashes out and is usually the one coming up with insults. "THIS IS HOW MEANIE TYPES YOU FUKING ASSHOLE DONT TALK TO ME"

Hali: they're a little different. They are a little alter and hold many childhood memories. They are anywhere between the ages of 3 and 7. They are 100% simply a child and don't remember much past that other than what the rest of Twice tells them. They aren't usually seen, but if they are, they speak in all lowercase, don't capitalize letters, and have a smaller vocabulary. "hali would type like this and never use mean words like jin does"

There might be a few more eventually, but I have to come up with them first.

You can send asks about his alters if you have more questions about them, and I'll answer them out of character. I might make separate posts for them, I haven't decided yet.

Snacks

Twice is a snacker, his snacks are just... unconventional. Don't ask him how he's able to eat just about anything, because he will not be able to give you an answer. His favorite snacks are the ones no one else can eat. Like dirt and microfiber dish rags. Jin started eating dirt to try and quit his nicotine addiction. It didn't work and now he just eats dirt.

When he was living on the streets for a while, he had to eat strange things like rats and the occasional human carcass to survive. He is a cannibal, but he only eats creeps and bad people that gets cooked properly by his meat guy. (This one came about for shits and giggles and stuck around, I couldn't stop it 😂)

(Friend)Shipping

Twice ships his friends and knows how just about every relationship goes. Platonic or otherwise.

How does he know that?

He makes clones and shoves them together for his entertainment. When he's done with them, he just throws them into the basement and kinda forgets about them.

He has done this a lot and is unashamed of it. He's pretty sure the rest of the League doesn't know.

He has done it for everyone in the League and even some in the PLF. He has learned a lot by doing this.

Trumpet and Skeptic make out. Twice thinks it's odd, but he can get behind their relationship.

Shigaraki and Spinner are a bit awkward, but overall cute. Not at all degenerates. Twice wants them to kiss, but they're weird about it.

Shigaraki and Dabi on the other hand got really messy really fast. They're both nasty, and Twice almost needed bleach to clean the experience from his mind. They did say something about destroying the world for each other though.

Hawks and Shigaraki just try and kill each other. It's a 50/50 on who wins every time.

Hawks and Spinner stare at each other. They clearly don't interact much and are just really awkward.

Hawks and Dabi try to kill each other and transition to making out sometime. Twice isn't sure what happened either, but now they're going to die for each other.

Compress just tries to get along with anyone Twice puts him with, and they always end up having tea for some reason?

Muscular is pretty chill if he doesn't think who he's with is stronger than him.

Re-Destro and Skeptic are just weird and Twice believes there's some weird dynamic happening between them. He hasn't actually seen it though.

Jobs

Twice has had a lot of jobs in a lot of different fields, but he's never really been able to keep any of them.

He was a zookeeper, a plumber, a hotel secretary, he taught gymnastics and yoga, he was a science tutor, he accidently became a substitute teacher, a tailor, he did a lot of security work, he babysat for his drug dealers, he was a drug dealer, he was a bouncer, taught dance classes, was a stripper, became a wedding officiant (the licence is still valid somehow), he was a lifeguard, a 911 operator, and he dropped out of both pharmacist and paramedic training.

And those are only his past jobs.

His current jobs are a GrubHub driver, a door to door salesman, and a freelance contracting agent. He also manages his own accounts on 'adult websites'.

Miscellaneous

He is the reason for all of Giran's connections, they were all Twice's friends first.

He was homeless for a while, and was always ready to give up what little he had to someone who needed it more. His warm soup? Given to a mother and her children. His dry place to sleep during a storm? Given to a couple of runaway teens with way less clothing than he had.

There is a group of young adults/teens who call him "Hero Twice" because he helped them out when no one else would.

He is a cannibal, and he knows a man who butchers pedophiles and cooks them. Twice is usually the one who tests new recipes.

He did and occasionally still does hard drugs like cocaine. He started smoking to get through his addiction.

The reason he was so nice to Hawks is because when he was experimenting with clone pairings, he saw how happy Dabi was with Hawks, and Twice thinks everyone should be happy.

Back before his clones killed each other, he would give a lot of what he stole away to people, even when they were just using him for free stuff.

Twice is the kind of person who will wholeheartedly support your bad decisions, and then comfort you when they go wrong.

He is planning on officiating Toga's wedding when they win the war.

Jin (the alter) has tics. That's why he has his random outbursts and twitchy moments. He is the only alter who does this.

[thedragonagelesbian]

For the bg3 asks: 24, 9, and 44.

(Also, did I miss you answering my birthday asks? I just want to make sure, I don’t miss it,)

lol you didn't miss it im just... still sitting on the birthday ask like a month later... i should. finish that.

[some Act 2 & 3 spoilers]

9. Do you have a favorite member of the Tiefling Refugees? Is it the same as your Character's?

I love so many of them, how to pick just one... I think both Cyrus and I would pick Dammon for helping Karlach (and the owlbear stuff at the end of Act 3 :3), I also personally adore Arabella and her story throughout the other two acts. Real representation for girls making potions in their backyards moment.

I also have. So many thoughts about Cyrus and Zevlor's relationship come Act 2. I've been churning them over since finishing Act 2 and still haven't fully solidified anything, but... the former paladin who was tempted by the power and glory required to protect his people? Talking to the oathbreaker who is on the slow path to accepting the limitations of his protectiveness? When Cyrus tells Zevlor that's not what your people needed, they've been able to survive without you, I think there's a moment of self-reflection of like... the thing that the people who love him need from him is not always power or perfection.

(Also, there's an oathbreaker dialogue line to accuse Zevlor of submitting to the Absolute out of pure selfishness, which I did not pick, but I'm also fascinated by it...)

24. Was your illithid tadpole empowered by anything in Act 1? If so, how does your Character feel about that?

The only power I ever considered for Cyrus was 'Transfuse Health' because... you know. It's Cyrus. I think under the right narrative circumstances, he could be pushed to it, like if the other characters went down/died more often. Maybe shadow sorcerer Cyrus will be more tempted by it, as a version of Cyrus with more shades of post-Kirkwall 'what are you gonna do? stab me?' energy & general nihilism toward his own body.

44. Pick one-- let's go with 39. What does your Character think of Raphael?

Mostly because I don't think I've shared this pic of Cyrus looking furious & bloody on his first visit to the House of Hope

I think this was Cyrus' first time dealing with or even thinking about devils/the lower planes (he hadn't even met Mizora yet, as I recruited Karlach p late into Act 1). Even Cyrus has enough awareness to not immediately trust an entity of evil incarnate. Still, his rejection of Raphael's offer was less a moral stance against devils and more rooted in his own pride and self-confidence. Who needs a devil's bargain when you're Cyrus Hawke? You can fix anything!

His opinion turns distinctly negative as time goes on, first with how Raphael treats Astarion in Act 2 and then meeting Hope in Act 3. At the end of everything, Cyrus was more than happy to smite the shit out of him ('punish divinity' oh you think your little con save is gonna do anything? bitch...)

I love this screenshot of Cyrus and Astarion both being very Done with Raphael in their own way...

Still, a lad can dream of what could've happened if Cyrus were ever desperate and foolish enough to strike a bargain with Raphael, because I'm not above a little character degradation/corruption arc. Like if Raphael pounced while Cyrus was still reeling and vulnerable from breaking his oath......... much to think about

[ofmaddogs]

Who were they? That taught you that? About ghosts, about… saving other people.

Jack almost considered not answering. He stirred the coals in the fire. The answer to that question was hours worth of storytelling. Right now, the focus was on Beth, on her upcoming choice. He wasn't one to sway her one way or the other.

Her life was her own to follow, and he was rebuilding the old traditions in his own way now.

But Jack had spoken the truth in those last two lines:

i sure could use the help,

&&

your brother needs you still.

Could remember Gramps, all spitting over the flames as he came across the pyre they'd built for Skye's ex. The way Hawk had set her shoulders, stared him dead in the eye, Jack and Bluebird holding onto either of Gramp's arms--

Skye missed. It was a tragedy. It happens. I saw it.

With a shotgun, Skye is only a hair less than you. Gramps snarling with his face all etched in orange from the pyre.

Jack swallowed a knot in his throat, looked away from the flames. Up towards the snow drifting in from the stone. They should move towards the cabin soon, he'd unchain the fence and unlock the door and tell her all about his family, at some point. At some point.

No. She deserved some answers, didn't she? After all this shit she'd put up with on this mountain?

Jus answer the question. Talk about them.

Jack took a breath.

"Oh. Hawk was my little sister. Skye was too. It was, heh, it was mostly a buncha girls up here, except for me and Gramps and Bluebird. But, Hawk was... Hawk was the sister I grew up with, you know? We weren't twins but we were close enough, just a few months apart. We could read each other's thoughts just by looking.

"She was the leader of six of us, under Gramps. She-- she had to make some hard calls. I'm a little glad Gramps thought I was too angry to lead, y'know? There's an art too it and I'm not great with people."

"Skye had a guy scurrying around up here. What's the word, stalker." He waved a hand with a grimace. "He was bad news and, well, we took care of him. Gramps was sore but didn't have much of a choice but to let it happen. He'd already lost too many members. Knew that if Skye went, the Hawk would go too. And Charlie would follow after both of them, no questions asked. Bend the rules or lose half the pack, that was the problem."

"But, I guess it was a compromise. Skye and Hawk twisting Gramps arm into changing the rules. If you're going to be haunted by a ghost, make sure it's one you want around."

Always just, hollowing out themselves for the sake of staying alive. Give an inch, another inch, another...

am I already that?

Jack hummed. "If you spend your whole life just angry, looking for vengeance... you might be. That's part of why Gramps had the rules.

"You're part of something bigger. Or, Fiddlers anyway. Mad Dogs. There's the spark that ignites the fire, sure. But the fire has different tongues of flame all destroying as a whole. There's a unity in that. You're not a person, you're part of a pack, a collective -- it-- I guess it doesn't apply much now. Just you and me. But..."

He leaned forward over the fire, a storytellers air. "The reason we're called Mad Dogs. There's a painting in the library of the night we first defeated the Damned. Mind you, this was my grandpa Joseph, not me. It's a bunch of teenagers, all gripping each other tight as they can. you can see their knuckles white. They're all so happy they survived, mostly. They all started dancing in the streets, laughing like mad dogs barking. A wildfire blazed in the background, their eyes and toothy smiles all painted orange.

"They'd lived. So they clung to the survivors. Gramps, he, he carried that. Taught it to our parents and to us. In numbers, we survive.

"The way you don't become like that.... You have other people around you. At least you're going mad together, I guess is what I'm saying.

"The girl in your book, she pushed everyone away, didn't she? She got obsessed because no one could distract her, pull her out of it. That's why you see me playing fiddle or, or fixing the truck or cooking. You have to have a life outside of the pain. You have to. I'm damn sorry I don't have a pack anymore, I think it would do you good.

"You've still got your brother. He needs saving, doesn't he?"

Maybe, he'll take her down to see Sarah or Kira, maybe that would help. Kira is about her age.

"There were times when we didn't see eye to eye. Me and Gramps or Skye or, hell even Hawk. But we still have a history. We've been through shit no one understands. It's a pack mentally, the.... Outside and those inside. These kids.... They hurt you, I get that. Trust me. But you all know each other. You can't replace that. It means something, even if it means something terrible."

He threw the last orange peel into the fire with a scowl. "But, I'm just a crazy old kook who lives on a mountain. I don't have answers."

One. He could hear Hawk whistle at him, in those moments when he woke with his sleeping bag cold with terror-sweat. The meaning as clear as the ice on Hannah's eyelids. You saved at least one. Trying to comfort him from beyond the stars.

Jesus. Jack listened, bit back the rants about technology and cruelty. No. He just listened, he'd asked, it was only right to help carry the grief pouring out.

He took the orange peel in his hands and twisted it, ripping it restlessly. Monsters came in all shapes and sizes. Remembered how Hawk had first introduced Skye to the mountain. A car almost out of gas, a shiner and a split lip. She needs help, she needs to heal. Hawk had argued. Gramps simply asked if she could throw a few logs on the fire. Hawk buzzed around her the entire night, hands on shoulders and a glare at anyone who came too close.

Prank. Skye had taught him that word, wasn't used much on the mountain. He still didn't understand it. There were a lot of words he didn't understand but it didn't exactly bother him. Dumping a bucket of water on someone, spooking them by jumping out somewhere. No. Things worked different on the mountain. Water couldn't be wasted like that, spooking someone might get you punched. Worst was some scary stories around the campfire. Their lives were filled enough with panic and fear. Fear was a sacred tool. Not something fun. The life up here was so sharply divided into joy and terror. It wasn't welcome to taint one with the other.

"Doesn't sound like a prank to me." Sounded like the kind of thing you'd shoot someone over.

He wondered, sure maybe a little bitter: what kind of cushy, sheltered lives had these kids had, to think that sort of thing was funny? He worked his jaw, threw a few bits of orange peel into the fire.

He looked up. Looked Beth in the eye as her voice grew darker. Could see Hawk in the way she held her anger, saw Skye in the chase for injustice. In the flickering fire, saw both sitting next to her, hands on Beth's shoulders.

"I can't say I disagree." He looked off at Hawk, saw her nod. He stirred the fire. "They don't sound like they deserve saving. I'm not going to kick you out because you don't want to save them." She doesn't have her mark yet anyway. But, it's not as if Gramps is around to care much even if she did have it. Life up here is too thin and haggard for any sort of hard rules anymore.

And no one had cared much when Skye had 'missed' that shot. They'd burned the body, left no questions asked.

"But I'm going anyway. The way I grew up-- I'm not saying you gotta agree with it-- we save everyone. It's not some high ground, it's just easier to sleep at night. If you're going to have ghosts haunting you, might as well be people you want sticking around.

"Besides. You've got to keep your brother safe, right?"

[imayanderesimp]

Sending reader to a happiness camp

"I-i'm sorry please I've learned my lesson you don't have to do this! You do need this sweetie looks what happens when you get to much freedom you start dating people but don't worry the school were sending you to will fix you right up.Dad please tell her this is wrong!"Endeavor didn't know what to do. Rei had convinced him to send you to a happiness camp so you would finally be happy and endeavor wanted you to be happy. "I'm sorry y/n I have no control over this."

You cried for them to help you as your were dragged to the bus. You knew you wouldn't survive the camp your normal self you knew by the time this was over you would be broken. You just hoped that Hawks would come through for you like he always does but he didn't the one person you could count on left you for dead.

Little did you know your family made sure Hawks wouldnt help you. Dabi sent a nomu downtown where Hawks was Patrolling and that took up the time when they send you to that damm camp. "Sorry I'm late had some trouble down town is reader will here?"No you just missed them sorry Hawks."But keigo knew that was not the real reason reader left before he got here. You all planned this didn't you? "

Rei tried to take the blame off them as they would never send a nomu to hurt people."You distracted me so reader couldn't have anybody on their side about going to this camp,You people are sick. Yeah like your not bird you killed people beforee you let us do this to reader you don't give a shit so why now? "Like I said" I'm here to protect reader but it looks like I'm to late, well good luck with y/n after camp I feel like you'll need it.

The family was confused what did he mean "good luck with you"?

Camp didn't seem so bad the first few weeks. Maybe it was because your dad was endeavour you made fast friends with almost everyone. The Everybody loved you the workers there until your 8th week there things started to get harder. Your friends we're taken away for training and you didn't want to be next you always tried to hide you didn't wanna be hypnotized like the rest. If you can hide away from the council then maybe you can get away.

And you didn't get away. You tried to hid in the crowd of kids ready to get chosen and while trying to hire you bumped into a council member. The member said something on the his phone and that was your cue to run. Suddenly your name was called and 2 men grabbed you and took you to the stage.

After a short speech you were taken to a small room and strapped to a chair. Audio started to play and it forced you to look forward you tried and tried to look away but you couldn't.S

oon enough you calmed down the first week out of hypno off the 13 weeks had begun. This was the first out ok 3 weeks was calming so you won't fight back the next 2 weeks. The second week was for weaking your mind for the third week which came fast and before you know it you were smiling already.

You came home your family was so happy they hugged you and all you were smiling and laughing they finally see you happy. Everyone was so happy and you were to. Until you started acting strange staring empty into space out of no where,Making murder jokes, talking about how what the league of villains do sounds fun. They finally understood what Hawks meant this camp wasn't making you happy. It was turning you into a villain.

They set you up for this

Platonic todoroki fam belongs to @i-cant-sing

[unpocowboys]

She Loves Me Part 3 (Sean 🍀 x Karen 💁🏼‍♀️ Fic)

Part three going up on AO3 and below! Enjoy! (Or don't, it's your life):

Sean had fallen asleep during guard duty again. The bounty hunters had truly done a number on him, traumatizing him to the point where he couldn't sleep soundly at night and was plagued by nightmares. His teeth and gums ached from the abuse, some of his molars gone for good. Alcohol helped to keep the worst memories away, but only briefly. The only thing keeping him from falling completely in the dark was his love for Karen, even if she never returned it.

This wasn't the first time Hosea had kicked him when he took a daylight nap, but today the old man was furious. Hosea struck him repeatedly with surprisingly forceful kicks. Sean jerked awake, yelping with surprise. 

"I'm so sorry," he barked out, whining like an injured dog. Sean quickly sat up straight. 

"Boy, your lazy ass will be thrown in a pile of shit and left to the flies if you don't quit this nonsense," Hosea growled, ready to deliver one last kick. He was interrupted by a figure with blonde curls, wrapping herself around the red head in a surprising, swift tackle. 

"No! Please don't hurt him!" Karen cried, looking like she watched Hosea kick a child. 

Hosea actually hesitated. Seeing Karen care about Sean deeply enough to risk her own bruises reminded him of how loyal Bessie was to him. He lowered his leg, but still glared with rage at the young Irishman. "Don't do it again..." Hosea growled, and walked away. 

When Sean had the strength, he finally registered who had saved him from the final blow. He was awestruck. He soaked in the feeling Karen wrapping herself around him in a protective embrace, but was also embarrassed that she intervened. Sean felt weak and less of a man. Even so, he loved her too much to completely reject her expression of concern. 

"Thank you, Derryveagh," he whispered. "But ya' don't need ta' do dat. Don't want ya' gettin' walloped by old Hosea, too." 

Karen snorted. "He ain't nothin' compared to Grimshaw." 

Sean smiled at her, pulling her into his lap. Her amused expression quickly turned back to worry as she felt his hip bone poke her side. 

"You look and feel so scrawny..." she murmured with concern, tracing her finger along his cheekbone. 

"You're a stunner too, my dear," Sean quipped back. 

"I'm serious, Sean," she insisted. "Have you...been able to eat?" 

"Not much, but I've been feasting my weary eyes on a fireball blonde..." he said, chuckling lightly. 

"Not funny," she sternly replied. "You need to eat."

"Ah been back fer a few weeks and ya' already try'n ta' fatten me up like a pig ta' slaughter," said Sean

Karen heard Grimshaw's voice hollering for her. "Coming!" she yelled back. Karen refocused on Sean for a moment. "We'll talk about this later."

"Not even a little kiss for your poor, neglected Irishman?" he teased, but only partially. Sean got his wish planted on his forehead before Karen left to do Grimshaw's bidding. 

When it hit sundown and Pearson left out a fresh batch of stew, Karen grabbed hers and watched Sean like a hawk while he was in line. He picked some up and went to sit in a quiet corner of camp. Pitifully, he took one or two bites. Karen saw him about to dump the rest of it out inconspicuously and intervened. 

"You need to eat more, Sean," she said as she grabbed his arm, stopping the dumping movement. 

"Ya' ain't gotta babysit me ya' know," Sean replied, an irritated growl in his voice. 

"Well, excuse me for trying to look out for you."

"I don't need lookin' out fer', lass."

"Oh, because you're doing such a wonderful job of it right now," Karen snarled back. 

Between the pain and the need to feel in control of his life, Sean lashed out at her. "I ain't need your pity or anything else." 

The moment he said it, he regretted it. Karen's eyes flickered with rage. "Fine. Go fuck yourself." 

Sean tried to grab her arm to pull her back to him, but she swiftly yanked it from him, turning to slap him across the face. It struck him on the side that ached the most. He howled in pain and fell to the ground. Karen almost went to his side, regretting the additional pain he was going through, but remembered he didn't need her sympathy. Steaming with bitterness, she stormed off, leaving him behind. 

As his teeth and face throbbed, Sean already planned his next moves to prove to her that he did need her. Fuck the opinion of the other men if it meant pushing Karen away from him. Sean managed to get himself up off the ground and went off to find her. 

Karen tried to think of things that he did that made her angry to avoid bursting into tears. She thought he had changed, but his stupid ego made him a bigger dick than ever. Karen found a tree stump on the edge of camp and sat on it, still hoping anger would soak up the sadness she felt. 

How long would she go on like this? Hanging on to his vague promises of being treated like a wife as a lead up towards being a real couple, a proper couple. A few tears slipped out of her eyes. Silently, she let them roll down. It felt oddly satisfying to allow them to come. She spent most of her life pushing down her real feelings, so any moment she could let her guard down was a wonderful one.  

Sean spotted Karen on the stump. She was slouched over, but barely moved. She looked like a statue with her light hair and skin, an outlaw Aprodite. He took a risk and sat on the other edge of the stump, his back facing hers, hoping that he wouldn't be hit again. 

Karen didn't move. Her tears still fell, but she refused to turn and face him, to call him out on his bullshit. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to never come near her again, permanently this time. To forget about all of their past romps and to just get the hell away from her. But the way the warmth of his back on hers stalled the raging bull in her heart. 

Sean took in the feeling of her back on his, and then finally spoke. 

"I've...felt like less than a man after..." he began to admit, but couldn't finish the sentence.  

"That's no excuse to be an ass," Karen snapped, but didn't move to hit him or physically assault him in any way. 

"Of course not," he quickly added. "I'm the biggest Irish arse ya' could find, and I ain't even weigh much."

Sean hoped his joke would make her laugh, but Karen stayed silent. She may have laughed if he didn't look so sickly now. 

"You're back here, coming back around like a damn boomerang, and yet you aren't. It's like watching you and your promises fade away. I have hope, and then you go and disappear again." 

"Whaddya mean? I'm here and back! I survived me own torture." 

"That's it. You're still living like you're a prisoner, just surviving. Barely eating anything and acting like I'm the enemy when I'm trying to be like the so-called 'wife' you want to make me into. You pushed me away like I'm nothing to you. What's next? You gonna fuck me again and act like you love me and then be an ass again by morning? Spare me, if so. The Pinkertons send a clearer message than your dumbass. At least they go through with their promises." 

Karen abruptly stood from her spot on the trunk and walked away. Sean just sat there, stunned by how cutting and venomous Karen could be when scorned. In the past, he'd make a move, she'd slap him and call him awful things, but they wouldn't affect him nearly as badly. After all, he put on a show of confidence for her, a ruse. But everything she said this time? He was just barely hanging on. He had treated her poorly and was inconsistent with her. He felt out of control, lost in the camp he thought he knew well. 

So he decided to go with the gang to meet up with the Grays in Rhodes the next morning to prove that he was still just as capable as ever. Maybe when he returned a stronger-looking man, she'd be ready to talk to him again. 

[inlovewithmobtom]

Tainted Love (Ver. 2) - Chapter 6 ~ Part 1

Pairing: Mob!Tom x OC Reader AU

Word Count: 2.2k

Credit to: @thwiparkers who made the awesome moodboard to go with the Selene version perfectly. Love ya Rae and thanks so much!

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Selene’s P.O.V.

The next week…

As Selene woke up every morning, noticing that Tom's presence was always missing, meaning he didn't plan on coming back to the apartment the night before everyday.

Selene slowly got out of bed tiredly and made her way to the bathroom turning on the lights to see the state she was in.

Her eyes were dark and puffy having cried every night. Her face and body were incredibly pale from not seeing the sun for many days. But she always took a shower and brushed her teeth everyday because she couldn't let herself not do so.

After taking a shower and brushing her teeth, she dried off and got dressed. She then made her way into the kitchen and made herself some breakfast.

All of a sudden as she was making breakfast, she heard the front door open to see a disheveled Tom stumble in.

“Hi Babygirl! I've missed you so much.” Tom whispers softly as he attacks her in a bone-crushing hug and inhales her scent through her hair.

Selene immediately tenses up and stares at him in tears of frustration then sniffles and slowly removes herself from him.

Selene immediately felt repulsed by Tom. She couldn't even stand to look at him. “Where the fuck have you been Holland?” Selene looks at Tom in anger and frustration as tears stream down her cheeks.

“I had important stuff to do, I'm sorry I left you baby without telling you, I just didn't want to overwhelm you. Can you forgive me?” Tom wraps his arms around her waist and pouts playfully as he gazes his bloodshot eyes into her red eyes.

“Come on baby I don't want to fight, I wanna spend the whole day with you. What do you say?” Tom presses gentle kisses on the back of her neck tenderly and lays his head on her shoulder tiredly. Selene closes her eyes as she tries not to lose control of her emotions and nods quietly as tears stream down her face in anguish.

“You’re giving into his lies again, my love. What makes you think he means it this time? He’s only gonna hurt you even further.” Devlin whispers in Selene’s ear coldly causing her spine to shiver as Devlin gazes at him darkly then stares back at her.

Selene sighs softly shaking her away as she serves him in silence and then they both eat quietly on the couch watching tv.

Tom then finishes eating and sets his plate down on the coffee table before sitting back against the couch. He then begins to scoot closer to Selene and trace lines in her skin before he slowly starts to kiss her neck seductively.

“Tommy what are you doing?” Selene asked with a slight hint of annoyance as she gazed into the tv trying to concentrate.

“Nothing… unless you want me to go further.” Tom whispers seductively and begins to kiss her jawline as he watched her for a reaction.

Selene sighed and moaned in relief then immediately snapped out of it and pushed him lightly off her. “Not right now Tommy, we're supposed to be watching a movie.” Selene sighs softly as she ran her fingers through her hair then stared back at him.

Tom nodded then faced back towards the tv and went back to watching the movie.

In the middle of the movie, Tom gets up and stands behind the couch above Selene and begins massaging her shoulders and neck.

Selene moans lightly in pleasure as he massages her neck and shoulders. As she closing her eyes, she slowly feels his hands immediately go to her chest which causes her to gasp and pull away.

“Thomas! What is up with you?!” Selene shakes her head at him and crosses her arms over her chest.

“Baby I'm hungry please.” Tom whimpers as he comes over to her on the couch.

“Then go get something from the fridge. There's plenty of food here.” Selene points to the kitchen.

“That's not what I'm hungry for babygirl. Feel how hard I am for you baby.” Tom whimpers and grabs Selene’s hand, putting it on his massive hard-on which only causes her to blush hard.

“Oh my god, why?!” Selene groans and sighs in frustration. “Babygirl please, I need you so bad I'm gonna burst.” Tom whimpers more and begins to slide her into his pants as his eyes roll back in relief.

Selene gasped softly as she realized her hand was on his hard member and felt it twitch ever so often.

“Sellie, just fuck him and get it over with. My fucking god this guy is needy.” Devlin lights a cigarette and inhales deeply before blowing the smoke out in annoyance.

“Devlin don't pressure her!” Angelina growls at Devlin while Devlin blows smoke back into her face.

“My love if you don't want to do anything with him, don't. Have sex when you want to. You have sex when you feel more comfortable honey.” Angelina whispers gently as she caresses Selene’s cheek and holds it gently.

“Cut the shit Angelina! Selene do what you want, and I have a feeling that you wanna fuck him so just do it!” Devlin laughs as she smokes.

Selene snaps back into reality and decides to give into him by kissing him deeply and heatedly as she begins pumping him.

“Mmmm, babygirl keep going.” Tom breathes out and moans as he throws his head back in delight.

Selene smirks devilishly and continues to do so as she kisses his neck, but little did Tom know that her enticing vixen act was all a facade. Selene wanted sex, but not the way he wanted it.

She kept going acting like the sultry seductress she wished she could be until she eventually down on him. As she was taking him in, she acted like how she imagined what Ginger would act like but she hated doing this. But it got him off.

After going down on Tom till he eventually came in her mouth, Selene swallowed with no feeling. Soon after, they became naked and ended up fucking on the couch roughly and animalistic, but deep down Selene felt disgusted with herself and Tom by doing this. It didn’t feel natural and she didn’t love it.

Once they had finished, Tom was of course in awe of her “changed ways” and cherished her for the rest of the week....

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Tom’s P.O.V.

Tom before coming back to Selene spent the week with Ginger, his ever so present vice that cripples him as much as the alcohol and drugs do regularly.

The funny thing is that it wasn't that Tom didn't mind or care about not seeing Selene… all he saw was the addictions he needed to just keep him going.

In all honesty, Tom knew he couldn't settle down, especially with Selene. Ginger was his perfect obedient girl who would stand by his side no matter what whereas with Selene, she was stronger than Tom and that scared him…

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Tom slowly got up from Selene’s bed trying not to wake her as he quickly and quietly put on his clothes trying to leave as quickly as possible.

Tom’s guilt was slowly eating at him but on the darker side of him, he didn't care. He didn't care leaving her. It was always only him in his mind. His will to survive.

And before he knew it… He was right where he was a week ago, drunk and high as a kite fucking his sweet little redhead Ginger. Not caring about the consequences of his actions.

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Seven weeks later...

Selene’s P.O.V.

Selene barely left the apartment for she was brought into a very dark place by Tom. She never thought she would ever return back to this place again after the last time. Selene barely ate nowadays to the point where all she did was shower and sleep.

Selene began to slowly hate and despise Tom as the days went by. Just the mention of his name made her blood boil and stomach churn.

At this point, he had been wiped off the face of the earth and not even Jamie or Harrison knew where he was. No one knew where he was and eventually everyone gave up.

As for Jamie and Harrison, they never gave up on Selene. Basically they were hawks on Selene watching over her making sure she didn't harm herself. But they saw how tarnished she was from him and that's what broke their hearts.

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Selene immediately shot up out of bed as she felt herself drool which caused her to sprint in the bathroom and vomit harshly into the toilet. After she finished emptying her stomach, she began to cry hard knowing exactly what was up.

She was pregnant with Tom’s baby from their last intimate encounter. She had noticed her slowly growing belly and she didn't know what to do or how to feel. She knew she was gonna keep the baby but she knew she wanted her baby away from Tom and his toxicity.

“Oh my darling! I'm here my love. I'm here.” Angelina ran over to Selene and held her close as she wiped her mouth then stroked her hair.

Selene cried into Angelina chest gripping her close as she shook in fear and in pain.

“Words cannot express how sorry I am my love. You deserved so much better and do deserve better. But my love, you've been given a gift that'll change your life for the better. This baby is an absolute miracle. Because once you have this baby, you'll have and feel a love you've never had before.” Angelina whispers softly as she strokes Selene’s hair gently.

“I don't want him to ever see me again. I don't ever want him near me or my baby ever again. He'll only bring us pain.” Selene cried out rubbing her belly that would soon grow.

“You're better off without him love. He never deserved your heart or time of day. And he doesn't deserve to get to know your baby.” Angelina caresses Selene’s cheek tenderly and lovingly as Selene tearfully nods quietly.

“How am I gonna tell Jamie or Harrison. Or even Tom's family? What am I gonna do? I'm gonna be raising my baby all on my own.” Selene gasps and cries hard covering her face. “What am I gonna do Angelina?” She shook uncontrollably while tears ran down her face.

“You're so incredibly strong my love and you have people who love you. Don't worry my love. Help will be with you along the way.” Angelina whispers softly as she holds Selene close into her.”

Selene nodded in tears as she slowly got up to her cabinet to get a pregnancy test out and decided to use it to make sure. Even though she knew she was pregnant for sure.

After she pees on the test, she sets the timer and waits till it goes off. As it goes off, she picks up the test and right off the bat, it said what she already knew. Pregnant. This only made her cry even harder because knowing that if and when she brought her baby into this world, there's only one of two ways as to how their life will go. Running away from the mob life, or living within the mob life.

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A few hours later…

Selene stared at her phone for a straight 5 minutes at Jamie's number, contemplating on calling him or not.

Selene had distanced herself somewhat from them all as her depression worsened from Tom's actions.

But out of nowhere, suddenly her phone began to ring and she saw that it was Sam. Selene was immediately hesitant to answer the call but she picked it up and breathed out shakily.

“Hello?” Selene asks shakily into the phone as she begins to feel her body tremble in anxiety.

“Selene love how are you? It's been so long since I've last heard your voice. I barely heard what happened and I'm so sorry that I wasn't there for you sooner.” Sam breathes out into the phone which causes Selene to stifle a cry as tears streamed down her face.

“It's alright my love. At least you still called.” Selene sniffles softly and wipes her tears.

“What's wrong love? Is there something else?” Sam asks curiously with a gentle voice.

“Sammie I'm scared.” Selene whispers shakily into the phone as tears stream down her face.

“Why love? What's wrong?” Sam presses in concern as he becomes worried.

“I-I'm pregnant Sammie...and I'm so scared for my baby.” Selene whispers shakily then breaks down crying into the phone.

Sam on the other end becomes shell-shocked and speechless.

“Sammie how am I gonna tell Harry, Nikki and Dom? Or even Paddy? Even Jamie, Wendy and Harrison?” Selene cries into the phone as she trembles.

“Love, we're gonna be there for you every step of the way. We're not gonna abandon you like that fucker did. You deserve all the love in world, including your baby. So I promise you Sel, you're not alone.” Sam whispers softly through the phone and Selene instantly felt comforted.

Taglist for Tainted Love:  @hazhasmycoffee @superholland @lolpeterparker @fairydustparker @lilyholland  @tom-hollands-eyelash @thwiparkers @hollanderwritings