#august walker x black!OC

[cardierreh15]

Love You Up Close

***I do not give anyone permission to copy or repost my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Little bit of Angst & Small Mention of Death — other than that — Fluff , Fluff , So much sweetness it’ll make your teeth rot!

Pairing: August Walker x Bianca (Black!OC)

Description: August is tired of Loving his woman from afar.

Song: Car Outside by James Arthur , To Build A Home by The Cinematic Orchestra

Word Count: 2.3K

Side Note: This Head Cannon was inspired by my husband & I. We celebrated our 6 year anniversary on the 15th and I wanted to write something beautiful. ✨🩵🥹

Tags: @headcannonxgalore @milknhonies @augustsprincess

I love you too. I will call you when this is over I promise.

She stared at the final text message he’d sent her. Her throat felt as if a lump was making the attempt to suffocate her all while she felt this great weight on her shoulders.

Bianca knew what her boyfriend August did for a living. She knew it was a dangerous job and his chances of making it out alive somehow grew slimmer with each mission. She couldn’t help but think that this time was it. Someone finally bested him.

She didn’t want to think like that but it had been 3 weeks since they spoke last. The poor girl would answer any unfamiliar number hoping it was him just calling from landline or a pay phone.

Nothing.

Her alarm had spooked her out of her thoughts, causing her to blink back to her current reality. She was sitting at her desk in front of her computer. Bianca worked from home and though she found it very convenient, it sucked when the man she loved wasn’t here with her. It just gave her too much time and too much room to dwell.

She looked at the time, it was 3:10PM. At least she was closer to the end than the beginning… but the time… the time aches her in the most wretched way possible. The closer it was for her to get off, the closer it was for the day ending… another day without him.

As the minute changed, she felt that choking feeling in her throat once again. Her mind felt even heavier and her eyes became a gateway of tears. The more Bianca sobbed, the more heavy her shoulders became. Her chest began to tighten and her breathing became shallow and uneven.

‘August… please.’ She mewed out in pain as she gripped her shirt. ‘I miss you so much… please come back to me.’

***

Bianca started off the next morning on a rather lighter note. She went for a jog and watched the sunrise. Then, she came back in and made herself breakfast and took a shower. She washed and conditioned her hair before brushing it up into a ponytail. Afterwards, she did her skin care and got dressed in something comfortable.

All of these things made her feel better… or so she thought. It just busied her for a little bit because now that she was sitting back in front of her desktop… she was thinking about him again. So she instantly grabbed her phone and searched her photos; finding the many silly and sweet photos they’d shared together.

It stung a little, but the beauty of those pictures outshined the pain she was feeling on the inside. They made her smile.

After a while, she was able to work just fine. Nothing could stop her now!

Peaking out her window, she noticed this big moving truck driving by. She ain’t pay it no mind at first. People move in and out of these townhome apartments all the time. But she did find it a little odd when the driver parked in front of her driveway.

‘What the hell? Oh uh-uh!’

She scrambled up out of her office chair and made her way downstairs in a hurry. She unlocked her front door so fast and damn near pulled it off of the hinges!

‘Hey!’ She rushed down the 3 steps and walked down her driveway, ‘Hey! Can you move your shit from in front of my front door?!’

The driver didn’t say anything, instead the sound of the door in the back of the truck could be heard rolling up.

Their silence built up rage inside of her. ‘Alright! How about I call the police and have you arrested for trespassing?!’ Bianca pulled out her phone and brought up her dial pad. She’d already pressed in the numbers, she’d just had yet to hit the green button.

‘Well why would you wanna call the cops on me?’

That voice. The voice she loved and adored. The voice she would follow in complete darkness.

He crept around the corner and folded his arms across his chest before leaning against the moving truck.

‘Aug-August.’ Her voice was already masked in tears, instantly coming to the conclusion that her mind was simply betraying her. Was she seeing things?

‘BB.’ A small and warm smile curled upward on his lip, causing that dimple to carve into his 5 o’clock shadow.

She’d pressed her hands against her chest, the instinct of catching it just in case it broke. Her eyes erupted in tears. ‘Baby.’ She croaked out.

August pushed his weight off of the truck and rushed over to wrap her up into his arms. ‘Shhh… I’m here baby.’ He rested his chin on top of her head as he gently rubbed her back. ‘I’ve missed you too.’

Bianca wrapped her arms around his neck securely when their bodies collided. She pressed her face flat into his chest, inhaling his soft refreshing scent that clouded all of her senses.

Her man was really here. Finally.

She had pulled her face away to look up at him. The early morning sun had caused this glorious twinkle to shine in his cobalt blue eyes.

He caressed his thumb over her wet cheeks, ‘I’m sorry I haven’t been able to get back to you. I figured you’d prefer to see me anyway.’

Bianca sniffed, ‘You could’ve at least told me you were okay Auggy! I was worried sick about you.’

‘I know… but that’s all going to end. Right now. You won’t have to worry about me ever again pretty soon.’

Her brows tugged into one as she sniffed, ‘What are you talking about?’ Then she glanced at the moving truck, ‘What is this about August?’

August looked back at the truck once and then looked down at her once again.

‘Bianca, I’m tired. I’m tired of spending weeks without speaking to you. I’m tired of going months without waking up next to you. I’m tired of us trying to see one another… we don’t have to live like that. Like this. I want to be able to come home every night and kiss you and tell you about my day. I want to be able to touch you when I want. I’m sick of being without you, BB.’

‘Wh-‘ The heaviness that sat on Bianca’s shoulders had somewhat subsided. But that tightening still had her chest strung up. ‘What are you saying?!’

August let out a gentle sigh, ‘Bianca, I want you to come back with me… I want you to come home.’

Bianca blinked once at his words. ‘You want— you want me to do what?!’

‘I want you to move back to Washington with me. Look, I know it’s sudden… I know it may seem crazy but I want this…don’t you?!’

She did. But she also had a life here in Georgia too.

‘August, I just can't get up and drop everything like that. What about my lease?! My family?’

‘Bi, I will break the lease, you know that’s not a problem for me… And I talked to your parents… they—‘ he paused, feeling a great deal of nervousness sit upon his own shoulders now. ‘They gave me their blessing…’

Her brows tugged into one. Never had a man have to ask a woman’s parents for their blessing to move in with their daughter.

‘Oh lord, August. You just gave them all the opportunity to be up in our business!’ She placed her hand on her forehead.

‘That’s not what I mean…’ he paused as he took her left hand into his.

Bianca’s face was ridden with confusion until he grabbed her hand in the softest touch. A touch no man had ever given her. ‘August— what are you doing?’ Her heart began to beat so fast.

‘Doing what I should’ve done a long time ago. Please.’

August reached in his pocket, pulling out a small black box before slowly descending on his knee.

Bianca breathed in sharply before she whipped her head around, searching for a camera crew to come out and tell her she was being punk’d or something. But nobody… only a few people standing around in front of their houses watching the beautiful and intimate moment unfold before their very eyes.

‘I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I laid eyes on you. It was easy… My career, it was easy to just leave and not have to worry about someone or not answer to someone. I could’ve died and not a single soul would’ve cared. But when we got together, all of that changed. Every time I had to leave you… I died more and more inside. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I don’t wanna live without you. You’re my sunshine, Bi-Bi. My lifeline.’ He’d opened the small black box, revealing a beautiful diamond ring.

‘Oh—‘ she became a sobbing mess, covering her mouth as she tried to muffle the sounds.

‘Please… Marry Me and I promise you’d never have to be another day without me.’ His eyes glossed over with tears, fear written each crevice and pattern.

Bianca wiped her drippy nose with the wrist of her sweater and sniffed. She paused for a second before a laugh escaped her lips.

‘Yes. Yes! I will marry you!’

The air that August held on so tightly in his chest had finally been set free in relief. ‘Oh thank God!’ He chuckled as he pulled the ring out of the box and slipped it on her finger.

Standing to his feet, he wrapped his arms around her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He spun her around joyfully as they erupted with laughter. They could hear cheering and whistling from nearby neighbors.

Placing her back on her feet, he grinned, ‘Does this mean you’ll be moving to DC with me after all?’ His head fell to the side.

Bianca giggled as she placed her hands on his chest, ‘I guess so.’

‘Good.’ August said softly as he leaned down to meet her in a blissful kiss. A kiss that they’d both longed for what had seemed like centuries. But none of that mattered anymore. They no longer needed to worry about the past, what their future had in store for them.

***

8 years later…

August now worked for the FBI simply pushing paperwork. Since being married and having a family, he realized how much he enjoyed living. So he gave up the life of danger and what ifs. And opted for something more mundane and simple.

Bianca picked a career she loved ever since she was a little girl. She taught History/Social Studies for 2nd grade at the local elementary school.

They also shared 2 beautiful daughters. Sarah who was 6 years old and Lucía who’d just turned 3 in the recent month.

This was the life they deserved.

Bianca had just finished up with dinner. It was now time to announce to her family that it was time to pack up the pool for the day.

August was body slamming the girls in the pool, making dramatic crashing sounds with his mouth as they squealed for dear life! Though it looked a little rough to Bianca, the girls were laughing so they were having more than a good time.

But moms always had to ruin the fun.

‘August!’

He stopped, holding little Lucía upside down by her ankle and Sarah on his back. ‘What?’

‘You don’t think you’re playing a little rough with the girls?’ She asked with a sly smirk curled up on her lips.

He paused and looked at Lucía who was giggling and flaying her tiny arms around. Then he looked over his shoulder at Sarah who was still trying her damndest to climb on top of his shoulder.

‘You mean they’re playing rough with me.’ He snickered as he flipped Lucía the right way up.

‘Of course you’d say that. Come on inside, dinner is ready.’

‘Awww mooom!’ Sarah whined out and swam over to the edge of the pool. ‘Just a little bit longer?’

‘Peeeasss mommy?!’ Lucía begged, pouting out her bottom lip and batting those thick lashes.

They were so beautiful. Both sporting brown untamed curls. Sarah had her father’s blue eyes with that blotch of hazel in it while Lucía had brown eyes and was every spitting image of her mother. They both made up both of their parents very nicely. They were absolutely perfect.

‘I’m afraid not girls. Look, we can come back out tomorrow when daddy get off of work alright?’

‘Awww man.’ Lucía groaned as they swam to the steps and stepped out of the pool.

‘Hey it’s whatever mama says, girls. Pool water ain’t gonna disappear and it will be hot enough to bring y'all back out for another swim tomorrow.’ He added on as he followed the girls out the pool.

Mom and Dad got them wrapped up in towels and began to dry them off so they didn’t track the water into the house.

‘Go upstairs and get ready for a bath, girls.’

‘Yes sir!’ They said in sync and left their parents poolside.

Bianca smiled up at him as she snatched his beach towel off the table and began to dry out his hair. Then she handed it off to him. And there she was, staring at him as if it were the very first time she’s ever seen him.

August did his best to dry himself off but eventually just wrapped his towel around his waist. He looked up to see her staring at him and a bright pink hue burned his cheeks.

‘What?’

‘Nothing just… we really did get our happily ever after huh?’

August smiled warmly, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss against her knuckles.

‘Y’know… I think we did.’

[funnyexel]

Short Stories

A little cuddle session (Gender/Sexuality Friendly)

Potential Yandere x Abused Fem!Reader

Quiet Tsundere x Reader

Yandere Villian x Identified Female Reader 

I’ve Missed You Beloved (Jack Sparrow x Gender Neutral Reader)

Newt Scamander x Black Female Reader (Oneshot)

Afraid of My Words (Request : Billy Loomis x Black Female Reader)

Give Yourself To Me (August Walker x Black Female Reader)

Second Chance (Gally x Black Female Reader)

Lets Play a Game (Albert Shaw x Black Female Reader)

A Routine (Brahms x Black Female Reader)

Yandere Blurbs

he's obsessed (yandere blurb)

loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)

a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)

its the stalker (yandere blurb)

missing items (yandere blurb)

what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)

imagine clark as your coworker (yandere blurb)

[choicesficwriterscreations]

CFWC FotW - August 20-26, 2023

Ⓜ️ = Adult/Mature Content 18+ 🔥 = Explicit Material/NSFW 18+ 📱= Text Fics/Edits 🎨= Includes Fanart

BLADES OF LIGHT AND SHADOW

Chosen by Light | Mal Volari x F!MC - @storyofmychoices

CRIMES OF PASSION

Crimes Drabble | Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms

Save it for Desert | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @a-cloud-for-dreams 📱

Take Me Out | m! Trystan Thorne x F!MC - @jerzwriter 🎨

Tides of Change | f! Trystan Thorne x Juliana Grogescu, Sebastian Thorne x Juliana Grogescu - @coffeeheartaddict2 Ⓜ️

IMMORTAL DESIRES

Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold (Series) | m! Cas Harlow x m! Gabriel Adalhard x nb!MC - @aria-ashryver Chapter 35: Sink Your Teeth In, Part 2 Ⓜ️

IT LIVES WITHIN

Love by Any Other Name (1 / 4) | Amalia de Leon x F!MC - @professor-abeloved

OPEN HEART

RED CARPET DIARIES

That Boleyn Girl (Part 1/2) | Thomas Hunt x F!MC - @tveitertotwrites

THE ROYAL ROMANCE

Baking Memories | Liam Rhys, Constantine Rhys - @kristinamae093

Black Silk (Series) | Liam Rhys x F!OC, Drake Walker x F!OC - @aussiegurl1234 Chapter 16: The Steer Ⓜ️

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Series) | Bertrand Beaumont x Olivia Nevrakis - @alj4890 Chapter 3: Olivia's Ballroom

Mosquito | Maxwell Beaumont x MC - @chocopeppermintcake

The Royal Heir's Royal Romance | Drake Walker x MC, Royal Heir x OC - @whatisreggieshortfor

...Sometimes Not (Series) | Liam Rys x F!OC - @ao719 Part 8: Turn a Blind Eye

Through Hell & Back (Series) | Olivia Nevrakis x Anton Severus - @queenmiarys Part 1: First Impressions

Turning the Page (Series) | Liam Rys x F!MC - @tessa-liam Chapter 2: The Sacrifice Ⓜ️

[imnotwolverine]

My Masterlist

Author’s note:

Hi all. Here be my Masterlist! I write Henry Cavill + characters fanfiction and requests are CLOSED. Feel free to contact me - and don’t be alarmed when I reach out to you through my primary blog (https://imneonpanda.tumblr.com/). 

Stories marked with an * are NSFW or graphic - read the keywords and read the warnings if you feel uncomfortable with certain content. 

[ Read, like, comment but don’t steal! If you want to use my art for your fics, please send me a message❤️]

About me: 29, female, Netherlands. Bisexual, in a relationship and happy to indulge in vanilla fetishes. I answered a few questions, and here some more. 

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Drabbles & One-shots:

Masterlist of Fluff

Disclaimer: 13+ Fluff, bit of strong language, minor reference to smut

Masterlist of Smut

Disclaimer: 18+ NSFW

Masterlist of Angst

Disclaimer: 18+ NSFW, includes graphic scenes

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Long stories:

Tea for Two* - Masterlist (Henry Cavill x OC - finished)

During her usual morning hike in the LA hills an average girl named Lisa meets a pair of starry eyes. A story of hiking, cups of tea and two sweet dorks trying to make it work.

Warnings: NSFW, slight bit of angst, smut, kink, unprotected sex, but also lots of cute fluff.

Word count: 100k +

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The Girl Next Door* - Masterlist (Henry Cavill x OC - finished)

Henry is stuck in the countryside as COVID-19 wreaks havoc in the world, leaving him with little else left to do but getting to know his spunky next door neighbour, Lizz.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, alcohol use 

Word count: 20k+ 

Genre: Quirky romcom

**

Good Girl* - Masterlist (August Walker x reader - finished) 

Ignorance is a bliss, but what if you are just not willing to shut your eyes? You are a young escort who is dragged down into the abyss of big city crime, all the while also trying to find out: who is this Mr. Walker?  

Warnings: NSFW, extremely graphic scenes (not for the faint of heart!), smut, strong language and August being an actual, feeling, human-being. *No daddy-kink*

Word count: 84k+

Genre: Slow burn sexy thriller 

The marriage pact - Masterlist  (Henry Cavill x OC Alice - finished)

Sometimes things work out, sometimes they don’t. The clock is starting to tick and 37-year old Alice just thinks that there is no good cake left for her - a feeling that she apparently shares with an unlikely ally. 

Warnings: PG13, the fluffiest fluff (no smut) 

Word count: 42k+

Genre: Romcom 

The Monster’s Lair* - Masterlist (Vampire!Henry x Belle - finished) 

An angsty adult fairytale, Beauty and the Beast AU. 

Warnings: NSFW - Angst, vampirism, kidnapping, blood and violence, smut, graphic scenes.

Word count: 50k+

Genre: Dark, adult fairytale 

A Devil’s Duet* (August Walker x OC Anna - August Walker is about to turn the world upside down. But he forgot about just one little detail. A devilish little detail. - finished) 

Short Series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

The Accidental Family* - Masterlist (Henry Cavill x OFC - finished) 

After a motorcycle accident, Henry suddenly finds himself living the life he always dreamed of. There’s only one small hitch; he can’t remember how he got here.

Warnings: Memory loss - fluff - mild smut - mild angst and loads of domestic fluff. 

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Mood blurbs:

Blue shores | Orange glow | White buzz | Green tea | Cinnamon spice | London red | Green fingers | August’s aquamarine  | Black Beauty | Goldfinger | Pride&Prejudice | Black sails | Healing waters | White Himbos | The Blue Room | Scheherazade  | Ocean Heart | Professor, professor! | Happy Henners | Hmm.. | The Monster’s Lair | Nighthunter | Kill your darlings | Boar blood | ‘Atta girl | From Paris with Love | About wolves and wenches | Sidequest | Yennefer’s eyes | Flaming bandits | Crimson & Black | Femme Fatale | Long Live The King | Novigrad | Roach | Ciri | Sugar Baby | August | Mellon nîn | My Angel | Cedric | Dettlaff | Mountain Bear | Walker | Zireael | Characters in suits | Soft!August | Biker Henry | 

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Digital art:

The Wolfpack | The bathtub | The Wolf and The Bard | Geralt (face-study) | Henry + Kal (face-study) | August rough brush | Melot 

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GIF sets:

Geralt in the green woods | Geralt the silver haired | Geralt picking flowers

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Wolfie’s Fic Recs

mob!Henry | Period Snacks | Short Sweets | dark!Stuff | The Mysterious and Fantastical | Winter Holiday Fics | dad!fics | Grand Library of Kink Fics | Mission Impossible AU fics | Anguish and Angst | Longshots: Syverson  | Henry Multi Chapters | 

[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know any good Henry Cavill & Black reader/OC fics?

HENRY CAVILL X BLACKREADER/OC FICS

-  waiting game, all nighter, make me, everything i want, henry cavill headcanons, mob!bosshenry blurbs, dadd!henry x little!reader blurbs, wolf!henry, sugardaddy!henry x reader blurbs/aesthetics-  @honeychicanawrites

- hc: uncovering the truth (august walker x black!reader), we meet again, take care, when we were young ( part of the all i ask series with chris evans), if you don’t know, let’s have a baby, worth it, the reader is touch startved and henry cavil finally gives what she wants and she’s just begging under him, “oooooh what do you think henry cavivlls kinks and turn ons would be”, “freaky saturday henry cavill fiding out about your superman kink”, and the then there was you, “did i hear was freaky saturday for henry cavill him finding out you have a size kink and voice kink (cause i’m only 5′2) black, headcanon: day off, unexpected pleasantries, headcanon: soul food-  @plussizeappreciationfics (search: henry cavill x plus size reader)

- tolerance, offset, vacationing with henry, bratty imagine, afterglow, wet kisses, easier, the rules series, make me, unteachable series, reward, the cavill brigade series or brigade series, marked series, traitor, mile high club, pampering henry, white blank pages, wild ideas and assholes- @laketaj24

- undeniable attraction series- @emjayewrites

-control- @smuttywriter

- keep your eyes on me- @tgigoldie

-dog love, dangerous man, live gone wrong, here for you, pay him a visit, i hate that i love you series, won’t be apart series, fall for you series, bad for you  series (august walker x reader)- @dangerouslovefanfic

- prety boy series (search henry cavill x reader)- @sparklemichele

- f*** your contract, self service, battle royal: america’s ass vs. england’s ass (with chris evans),  moon series (clark kent/superman x reader),  i love you two series (with chris evans-sequel to captain amerca vs. superman), - @royallyprincesslilly

- how you met series, movie night, daddy’s day, sweet baby, super baby, the hoodie, the call series, five more minutes, blue tank top, sundy mornings, see you soon series (august walker x reader), the great escape (august walker x reader), the meeting (august walker x reader),clark kent vs. series (clark kent x reader), dark clark kent series (clark kent x reader)-  @angrythingstarlight

- bathing and cuddling him, heliping him relax; “your lips are warm”, daddy!henry letting his girl suck his fingers, “woudl you like to write a fluffy henry x curvy!reader please? she lives in the same area as him and one morning his dog comes into her garden and they’ve lots of fun together and she feeds him, etc. kal goes home and this goes on for a bit until henry starts to worry because his dog doesn’t see, to eat all his food. one day he decides to follow the dog, and just the fluffiest story ever with maybe a passionate kiss please?”-  @crushed-pink-petals-writes (search: henry cavill x black reader)

- i like you underneath me, all blurbs- @punani

-nerd vs. nerd series, not better...but different (geralt of rivia x reader) - @nachtaiwrites

- dog days series, all blurbs and headcanons, text covos, twitter and ig aus related to the story, metropolis (clark kent x oc), all related content to the story@lady-olive-oil

***THIS IS WHO I HAVE SO FAR. PLEASE DON’T HESISTATE TO HIT ME UP TO ADD YOU**

[mischiefandi]

My Blog in 2021 <3

Hi everyone!!

I’ll be writing again soon and I wanted to give you guys some information on what I’m gonna be doing on here from now on. There’s gonna be a few changes to how I’ll be handling my blog and my writing which is why I’m making this post so everything makes sense and you know what’s coming <3

everything is below the cut ! ( this is quite a serious post ngl :)

Fandoms

As you’ve probably seen on my blog these past few weeks, I’ve fallen back in love with the Harry Potter universe and I’ve decided I will be writing fanfiction about Harry, Fred Weasley, and the Marauders (Wolfstar content, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, and some Marauders headcanons). I will still be writing for Peter Parker in the MCU fandom and I will also be writing for Drake Walker from the Choices fandom. However, I’ve decided that after I finish my series “A Shitty Love Song” (Stiles Stilinski x Reader), I will officially stop writing for Stiles.

He’s still one of my comfort characters but I don’t feel as inspired anymore and because Teen Wolf ended so long ago now, I just don’t feel the same love for it as I used to. I will definitely still reblog gif sets and shitposts about Teen Wolf!! and I will not stop talking about Stiles on my blog lmao but I won’t be writing about him anymore. I know a lot of people follow me for that, so I apologise if you feel let down or disappointed. 

I really appreciate all the love and the support you guys have been surrounding me with ever since I joined the Teen Wolf fandom, and I still love yall and will gladly discuss the show with you guys!! Thank you for understanding, I really hope you’ll still enjoy my blog and my content!

NSFW Content

Because I was a minor up until last August, I wasn’t comfortable with writing smut or NSFW content. My views on NSFW content on tumblr have changed a lot in the past few months and I have realised that I am now responsible for the content that I decide to share with readers and followers. I am 18 years old and I now feel comfortable writing smut, meaning I will be posting NSFW fics on my blog starting now. However, I would like to make some things clear:

If you are under 18 years old, I ask that you do not interact with my NSFW content. You are allowed to read my other fanfiction and you are allowed to interact with my blog and with me, however, my NSFW content is off limits. I know that this won’t necessarily make sense to everyone, and I know people will be upset, but this is a boundary I will enforce for your own protection as well as my own. I really am sorry if you feel disappointed or feel excluded, but smut is written pornography and there is a reason why the law prohibits minors from interacting with it. 

As a legal adult, I do not feel comfortable supplying minors with sexual content. All minors, including my friends/mutuals, will be blocked if they interact with my NSFW content, so I ask again: please do not interact with my NSFW content if you are under 18, regardless of where you live, where you’re from, and regardless of your past sexual experiences. I will not be making exceptions and this isn’t up for discussion. I really do not want to be rude or act pretentious, but this really is a necessity and I will be taking this seriously.

Like I said, I will now start writing smut, however I will only be writing smut about 18 year olds and above. I do not feel comfortable writing smut about minors, even if they are 16-17. I know that minors engage in sexual behaviour in real life, but like I said, I do not feel comfortable writing about it. I also will not be writing non-con content, nor will I write about incest or dubious consent content. I ask that you please respect my choice.

For the sake of transparency, I will keep tagging the sexual content on my blog as NSFW and I will add it in the warnings above my fanfiction every time. Again, I ask that you respect these boundaries if you are a minor. I also ask that the other adult creators tag my writings as NSFW if they decide to reblog them. Thank you!!

Lastly, because I am 18, I want to say that if you feel uncomfortable with me interacting with your content or talking to you, do not hesitate to tell me and I will respect your own boundaries. Friendships on tumblr are complicated because everyone can stay anonymous while maintaining relationships with each other, which can make some people very uncomfortable, especially minors. I will completely understand if you would rather I stay away from your blog.

What I Read

I love reading people’s fanfiction and I really try to be supportive of my friends and their content however I have realised that there are a few things I see that make me uncomfortable, which is why I have decided to tell you guys that I will not be reading NSFW content about real people anymore. I don’t judge creators that do write about real people, nor do I necessarily disagree with them, I just know that it doesn’t make me feel comfortable anymore so I will not be reading those kinds of fics anymore. I am really sorry if that upsets or disappoints you but I’m not going to force myself to read things that make me feel uneasy haha.

Also, I don’t think I have ever interacted with fanfiction that talks about someone’s real life trauma because it always made me feel extremely uncomfortable, and I don’t intend on starting now so please don’t tag me in content like that! I don’t want to disrespect your work or your writing, but I feel that there are certain boundaries we have to respect as “fans” and romanticising a real person’s personal trauma is just not right in my eyes (Dylan O’Brien’s accident for instance). Yes, this includes past relationships or exes (something I didn’t always respect but now I do).

Speaking of trauma, I would like to specify something. 

I will not, and will never romanticise a character on here who’s personality revolves around his/her/their trauma (yes, even if it’s fictional). It was a big issue with Arvin Russell in the Tom Holland fandom, and it will be an even bigger issue when Cherry comes out. I used to read Mitch Rapp fanfiction, something that I don’t intend on doing anymore, unless it’s soft Mitch who’s resolved his issues haha. If a character’s entire story arc and trauma has turned them into a violent and mentally ill person, it is not something that I want to romanticise or fantasize about. It can be harmful because it reinforces the idea that toxic relationships and/or violence are romantic or sexy things. They aren’t.

What to expect on my blog for the next few months

I will be writing again in two weeks and here is what I’ve got cooking:

I will finish posting A Shitty Love Song

I will be writing a series about Harry Potter and an OC (this is a big project I’m taking on so I won’t be giving more details until I’ve really worked on it)

I will be writing a Fred Weasley series (will include smut so prepare yourselves haha)

I will be writing more Peter Parker one-shots and I might have some series ideas for later down the line

I will be writing more Drake Walker one-shots

I will be finishing writing the song blurb requests I got way back in November (im sorry it’s been so long!!)

I will also be starting a new weekly thing on my blog. I’ll explain the details in a couple of weeks but there will be a taglist so you guys get notified when we play <3

I WILL BE PLANNING A 1.2K FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION WHEN I’M DONE WITH EXAMS I LOVE U GUYS

I realise that this post is insanely long and not exactly fun to read, so if you’ve stuck around till the end, thank you so much!! Please respect the boundaries I have set for my blog and please try to understand where I’m coming from before you do anything haha. I really don’t mean to act all high and mighty or superior to anyone, I’m really not haha, but I do feel responsible for the content I share on here and this is a post I’ve been meaning to make for quite some time now. I love you guys so so so much, thank you for 1.2K followers!! I feel blessed and I am so so so excited to keep creating content for you and for myself. 2021 will be awesome <333333

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Name of fic: Mission: Impossible Widows

Pairing: William Brandt x female OC (Emilia/Emily)

Plot: Behind the Syndicate, there was an undercover organisation called the Widows, put together by Solomon Lane. During the events of Fallout and after Rogue Nation, Lane called out the group to take down the IMF. Emilia Kazakov was part of them but managed to escape. So she helped William Brandt, who was on a separate mission from the others, to stop them before it was too late.

Cast list:

Natalie Portman as Emilia Kazakov/Emily Lucas

Jeremy Renner as William Brandt

Vanessa Kirby as Alanna Mitsopolis/White Widow

Tom Cruise as Ethan Hunt

Simon Pegg as Benji Dunn

Sean Harris as Solomon Lane

Rebecca Ferguson as Ilsa Faust

Ving Rhames as Luther Stickwell

Henry Cavill as August Walker/John Lark

Hayley Atwell as Cassandra Greenwood

Chris Evans as Bobby Sharp

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of abuse, suicide and murder, moderate violence.

Author’s note: None of the gifs are mine. Credit to the owners. Spoilers to Rogue Nation and Fallout.

Chapter 1

London, England.

“Director Hunley, Agent Brandt.” A British accent was heard from behind the director of the CIA and the ‘analyst’ from the IMF.

They both turned around to see a brown-haired woman with bright brown eyes. She wore a dark red dress that was hugging her tightly around her body with her matching heels and leather jacket. She looked slightly taller than both of them.

“And you are...?” Hunley asked. “Agent Emily Lucas. British Intelligence. I’ve been specifically sent to protect the Prime Minister.” She replied, showing them her badge that contained her ID.

Brandt was confused. Ethan didn’t send anyone from British Intelligence to ‘protect’ the Prime Minister.

As Hunley went to greet Chief Atlee, Emily instantly realised it wasn’t him. She looked over towards Brandt as they stood side to side. He leaned over to whisper, “Who sent you?”

“Don’t worry. I know all about your little plan. Ilsa told me it. I’m on your side.” She whispered back. “Prove it.” “I will soon. She sent me specific instructions to follow.”

After Ethan Hunt revealed himself underneath the ‘Atlee’ mask, he looked over to Emily and nodded at her.

“You with us?”

Emily took out lipstick from her jacket pocket that was similar to Ilsa Faust’s. Ethan knew she could be trusted. Of course, Brandt didn’t know about the lipstick.

She went with Ethan and met with Ilsa and Benji, who got kidnapped by the Bone Doctor, where a tough decision from Lane was nearly disastrous. Ethan ordered Benji and Emily to go to the garage to help Luther and Brandt.

“We’re on our way. Where do we go?” Benji asked to Luther on the phone. “Who’s we?”

Brandt took the phone off of Luther and replied, “Is she with you?” “Yes, Ethan told me to help you. Are you two ready?” She replied annoyingly. “No, we are not ready!” Luther shouted. “Then get ready.” Brandt ordered at Luther.

Mission accomplished.

After a long chase to the garage, lane was finally face-to-face with Hunt.

But inside a huge glass box.

“Gentlemen, this is Solomon Lane. Mr Lane, meet the IMF.” Ethan nodded at Benji and the box started to fill up with nerve gas that eventually knocked out Lane.

Ilsa was standing behind Ethan whilst Emily was standing next to Brandt once again.

“So you’re with us then?” Brandt asked Emily, hands in his pockets. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that I’m not with Lane anymore.” Emily replied, looking over at Ilsa, who was talking to Ethan. “What do you mean ‘anymore’?” He asked once more.

Emily smiled at him, stepping closer towards him. She took his hand and placed something in the palm of it.

“You know where to find me.” Emily said to him before hopping onto a silver motorcycle and putting on a black helmet with the signature that said ‘Red Widow’ on it.

Brandt squinted to read the signature on her helmet and tried to remember it for another time.

Her and Ilsa drove off, leaving Hunt and Brandt standing there.

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BTS x OC Profiles

A/N: This will be updated when needed.

Marriell

Full Name: Marriell Lucia Ambrosi

Birthday: June 13, 1993

Hometown: Austin, Texas, USA

Height: 5’4

Nationality: American

Hair: Auburn

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Jin (married June 23, 2016)

Children: Kim Min Ju/Naomi Kim (born August 17, 2017), Kim Chang Min/Carlo Kim (born July 11, 2020)

-She is an ER nurse

-She has a mom, dad, an older brother named Donny

-She’s one quarter Italian on her father’s side

-She speaks English, Italian, and Korean

-She likes Day6, MAMAMOO, and VIXX

-Marriell is known to be protective of her family and friends

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Elina

Full Name: Elina Paige Bolton

Birthday: April 14, 1994

Hometown: Seattle, Washington, USA

Height: 5’7

Nationality: American

Hair: Platinum

Eyes: Blue

S/O: Suga (married March 18, 2017)

Children: Min Do Hyun/Kodi Min (born February 28, 2018), Min Hee Young/Emily Min (born January 9, 2021)

-She’s deaf in her right ear

-Elina teaches sign language and translates BTS’s songs for deaf fans

-She has a mom and dad. She had a younger sister who passed from leukemia

-She speaks English and Korean

-She’s a fan of MAMAMOO, Red Velvet, and SHINee

-Elina is known to have a very sweet and bright personality

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Soonae

Full Name: Kang Soon Ae

Birthday: March 26, 1996

Hometown: Incheon, South Korea

Height: 5’2

Nationality: Korean

Hair: Black (dyes it brown)

Eyes: Brown

S/O: RM (married June 21, 2019)

Children: Kim Min Joon (born December 10, 2019)

-Soonae has been dancing ballet since she was four years old

-Her favorite ballets are The Nutcracker, Swan Lake, and Don Quixote

-She learned English by watching Disney movies multiple times and studying dance at NYU

-Soonae has a mom and dad. She’s an only child

-She she’s a fan of SEVENTEEN, EXID, and Chungha

-She’s a dance teacher at one of the local ballet studios.

-Soonae is known to have a cheerful and smiley personality

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Callie

Full Name: Callie Diane Walker

Birthday: July 4, 1996

Hometown: San Francisco, California, USA

Height: 5’3

Nationality: American

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

S/O: Jimin (married May 17, 2019)

Children: Park Mi Kyong/Audrey Park (born January 20, 2020)

-Callie loves anything vintage

-She has a mom, dad, an older sister named Melonie, and a younger sister named Hannah.

-She’s a big fan of Red Velvet

-She and Jimin have a tradition where whatever color he dyes his hair, she’ll dye the ends of her hair that same color

-Callie can come off as shy, but she’s super nice and cheerful once one gets to know her

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Leah

Full Name: Leah Christine Armstrong

Birthday: October 12, 1997

Hometown: Baton Rouge, Louisiana, USA

Height: 5’5

Nationality: American

Hair: Blonde

Eyes: Brown

S/O: Jungkook (married August 21, 2020)

Children: N/A

-Leah comes from a wealthy family

-She has a mom, dad, and older brother named Adam.

-She studied business in college

-She had a promise ring Jungkook gave her before he proposed

-She’s a fan of GOT7, Chungha, Monsta X, and Stray Kids

-Leah has a bright and comical personality

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Known: Hunters

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Female OC, Dean Winchester x Demon!Reader

Series Masterlist

A/N: With respect to my readers’ devotion to the show and its story lines, I have included dates relevant to air dates for reference points. I try not to repeat information you already know, but please ask if something doesn’t make sense! xoxo Stu

Warnings: Physical and Emotional Torture, captivity, blood, demons, Hell, Leviathans, show level violence, Slow Burn. More warnings to come. Each chapter will have its own warnings.

Earth Date: November 7, 2011

Location: Rock Port, Missouri

There were things she had seen that could make a military general shit his tighty whities, but never had Chloe Collins seen the unparalleled shift from one being into another. Werewolves, Skin-Walkers and Shifters, none phased that seamlessly. The man took one look at Reynolds, a burly backroad hunter, and instantly took him down with a sleeper hold. And then he WAS Reynolds: voice, gait, everything a complete replica.

“Ah, come on CC, you know he’d been dying for a taste,” the thing looked down at her partner on the case and stepped pointedly on to his neck. “I guess he died for me to have a taste.” Her stomach lurched as it approached her.

Things started falling into place in the panicked walls of her mind. The weird economic booms, the smarmy politicians and their inspirational press conferences. The fact that civilians kept getting dumber by the day. These things were behind it, she wasn’t sure how or why, but there were too many coincidences to ignore it now. Chloe braced herself to square off with an attacker that had half of a foot and fifty pounds on her.

‘Another fucking Apocalypse’, she internally cursed. The unnamed beast reeled back, and its neck opened to reveal rows of teeth and a putrid tongue. Chloe stabbed with all her strength, her signature ceremonial dagger sank into its chest. It swung back, unaffected by the wound. She jumped back, trying to shake off the blow to her head, the one-of-a-kind weapon lodged in the beast’s torso. As she grabbed for the pistol in the waistband of her jeans, deep voices called for her to duck. Surprisingly, she listened, leaving the vision of Sam Winchester a clear shot to douse her attacker with a healthy cascade of industrial cleaner before Dean removed its head.

She had died, this was it. She died with the idiotic hope of a rescue; her memories threw some unexpected pair to her thoughts as her brain started to short circuit. CC closed her eyes and smirked at the way phantom-memory Dean’s lips had curled as he sliced through that black-oozing-shifter with a solid machete stroke. ‘Yeah, at least I wasn’t the only one who went down swinging,’ CC thought as she fell unconscious.

The familiar weight of an old quilt pinned her to the bed. A musty pillow case cooled her cheek as she rolled over, ignoring the world around her until the last moments of her consciousness slammed into focus. Chloe sat up, scrambling for her dagger and her gun. They were waiting for her, cleaned and within arm’s reach on the nightstand. The worn wooden floor led to a large open cabin where her rescuers were casually watching soap operas. It was all too neat and so glaringly wrong at the same time.

The super-shifters had been throwing the Winchesters under the bus for the most public and absurd crimes. They wouldn’t keep her alive, unless they needed her. She tried to justify their use of dead hunters’ faces for their vendetta, but it only resumed the throbbing in her skull. She fell back on the bed, the old mattress bouncing enough to draw the well-trained ears of the man-shaped beasts across the room. She had her weapons in her hands and perched on her knees as Sam stood to approach her.

He raised his massive hands in surrender, “CC, hey, it’s okay. It’s us.”

“Sure, it’s you,” she snarled. “Weird place for a couple of mass murders to be hiding out. Whose place is this? Why are you wearing my friends?”

“Chloe,” Dean’s deep voice caused her to blink, his hands mirrored Sam’s. The concern and honesty defying her fighter’s instincts. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re not Leviathan. Those sonofabitches are really bad for business,” his voice trailed off to Sam, who only shrugged.

Dean stepped closer and she cocked the hammer. “Why would we gift wrap your weapons if we were monsters?”

“Obviously they don’t do much to you, but all I need is to slow you down.” She threw her knife square at Sam’s chest, he barely spun in time, as Dean charged her gun hand. He shoved her hand up. CC got one shot off through the ceiling before Dean fell hard against her atop the bed, wrenching her arm back forcing her to finally drop the weapon.

“It’s us, CC, I swear. Let us show you, please?” Dean’s voice was tired, the last word said on a whisper. Sam stood back, playing with her knife between his long fingers, admiring the runes. His brow was pinched and his chin out, not sure what to say to make her see them in a better light. She nodded, frustration and confusion winning over their insistence.

The man rolled off her, letting her hold her weapon as they talked. Her eyes kept moving, checking the windows and furniture for quick escapes. Something she couldn’t shake was how he even smelled like Dean. They dosed themselves with her Holy Water, salted each other and even cut themselves with both the silver and iron edges of her treasured blade. Their final test was new, they assured her that it was for them, the Leviathan, and nothing happened once Sam and then Dean sprinkled a type of detergent over their opposite hands.

“Okay?” Sam offered, his big puppy dog eyes waiting for her to process it all. She shrugged, holding her gun over the pillow clutched to her chest.

“To answer your question, this was one of Rufus’ safehouses. Bobby brought us here once and when we had to go deep cover--” Dean leaned with his elbows on his knees, trying to remember the last time he had seen her. The past few years had been such a whirlwind, he had barely kept his head up for air.

“Wait, Chloe, let’s say we’re not Sam and Dean, or at least the Sam and Dean you know—”

“Sammy?” Dean’s groaned, rubbing his eyebrows.

“No, Dean, listen. Chloe, why is it so hard for you to believe us?”

She looked at Sam through squinted eyes, his soft tone just like the one he would use on victims’ families. Wary, yet not as distrustful as the first few minutes of their conversation, “because the Sam and Dean I know, are dead. They died stopping Lucifer and the Angels from frying the planet.”

That got their attention, Dean and Sam shared a look, Sam’s eyes brightening with the turn of events.

“Who told you that?” Dean’s voice was brass, obvious with disbelief.

“Bobby Singer.” Chloe spat, her head rolling a little with her certainty. Dean laughed, while Sam paused, but thought it out. She continued, “he said Sam had taken Michael and the Devil to hell himself and Dean—”

“And Dean what?” Sam drew a chair from the breakfast table and sat backwards on it, listening intently.

“was gone,” she finished on a rattled breath.

The brothers shared another look, while the woman stared at them, really and truly taking them in. They had aged, Sam was leaner, Dean’s eyes more lined. Monsters would have taken them as they were, not able to replicate something as unique and unpredictable as human mortality. “Well, it wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth, sweetheart.”

“I was in Hell, but got brought back,” Sam started, letting it sink in.

“And I left hunting, or tried to, had a bit of a domestic hiatus, you could say.” Dean shrugged, the softness of his smile warming the thick block of ice that had settled in her stomach.

“But, why didn’t Bobby tell me?” Chloe countered, trying to out logic their explanations.

“Bobby kind of has a soft spot for us, I think he wanted Dean to have a normal life and, well, I spent a year without a soul. He was protecting his own.” Sam offered, an apologetic grimace on his face.

“Yeah, let’s just be grateful you didn’t meet that Sam. Him, you wouldn’t have believed.” Dean muttered, getting up with a soft pat on CC’s knee. He went to the fridge for a beer.

“Dude!” Sam chastised him. “What is it 10 a.m.?”

“You want one?” Dean offered to Chloe, ignoring his brother’s judgement.

“Got anything stronger?”

“You know it.”

Earth Date: January 13, 2012

Location: Hell, A Never-Ending Hallway

This was worse because it was all an illusion. There was no end in sight, just enough progress to keep that minuscule drop of hope alive. You had to hand it to the king, this was a much more effective and hands-free form of torture. You patrolled the corridor, eyeing the prisoners, souls in every hue and stage of damnation. Your scaled flesh caused many to shudder as you approached; showing your true form was cathartic now. The years as one of the tortured long behind you as you suffered alongside the helpless masses as one of the enforcers.

It was still Hell, but it had grown on you.

Earth Date: August 20, 2012

Location: Odell, Oregon

The call rang on until the clipped voicemail message greeted Chloe, again. She angrily ended the call, biting back the curses at the stubborn man. If the phone had been ditched, it would have gone to voicemail instantly, or to an outdated disconnected message. No, Sam had kept his phone charged and on, he was just choosing to ignore her calls. They had never been close, but his blatant disregard ruffled her sense of mutual respect held amongst hunters. He needed a good head smack. Among other things.

What would Dean say about his little brother’s lack of manners? God only knows, Chloe thought as the familiar clutch of grief writhed within her chest.

 Earth Date: February 25, 2013

Location: Lebanon, Kansas

 “No.”

“Please? Just close your eyes, it’s a surprise.” Dean’s eyes widened, looking like a hopeful third-grader instead of a middle-aged scruff covered hunter. Chloe crossed her arms and shook her head. “Just turn off the huntress-ness, for like three seconds. Help a guy out here?”

“You’re not as cute as you think you are,” she muttered, closing her eyes dramatically as Dean rushed to slip the ornate key into the large metal door. She held out her hand and cleared her throat, expectantly. Sam chuckled beside her and she elbowed him. A warm calloused hand took hers, while the other gathered her at the small of her back.

“Alright, CC, welcome to our new place,” Dean, both proud and excited. She gaped, her mouth open in genuine shock. She looked at Sam, who seemed sick as a dog and then back to Dean who was grinning like a fool. Sam just shook his head, his hair fluttering as the door closed behind him.

“Ready for that tour?”

“Why are you even on this side of the country?” Sam asked as they waited for Dean to bring out their plates. He had insisted on playing host, another surprise for Chloe or just general hospitality from a man who had never had a permanent home? It was quite the coin toss.

“Honestly?” Chloe sighed, resting her feet on the chair next to her at the library table. “A cryptic message from Garth and boredom. Been trying to stay off the ol’ Angel radar, because, no thanks.”

Sam nodded, holding up his hands half in a shrug, half in dismay, “Yeah, tell me about it. Unfortunately, we don’t have that sort of luck.”

“Or good sense,” she added, giving Sam her questioning eyebrow.

“Fair enough. But, uh, you look good, everything going okay otherwise?” Sam cleared his throat, changing the subject from the Winchesters’ poor life choices. Chloe let it slide, ignoring the compliment and sidestep with a generous swig of her beer. She nodded, but before she could reply an exuberant Dean burst from the kitchen with two plates overflowing with homemade potato wedges and bacon cheeseburgers.

“Oh, he cooks too? I’ll take three, please,” she cooed underneath her breath, knowing full well Sam heard her. They ate quickly with large gulps surrounded by appreciative groans. The burgers were mouthwatering, and the fries seasoned to perfection. As Chloe played with the last of the ketchup on her plate, the boys debated their next move. Lots of big talk about Gates of Hell and Trials, she got the distinct impression that Dean was not so pleased with Sam bearing the brunt of the upcoming uncertainty. The Winchesters had always been on a higher echelon of hunters than CC or even most she had ever worked with. But this was big, after everything they had already done, she wondered if their mission had become another crusade. Perhaps that drive is what made them great, perhaps it is what cost them a majority of their friends and all of their family.

It was most definitely the thing that drew her to them since they saved her from that Leviathan. And it was the second most terrifying thing about them that left her questioning her sanity.

Earth Date: March 30, 2013 (Just before the episode Taxi Driver)

Location: Hell, Outside Bobby Singer’s cell

“You’re certain?” You asked the guard in a demonic dialect before peeking through the decorative metal inlay of the unlocked door, having grown over the years, your height allowed you easy access to loom around the bend.

“Everyday. They send someone in with a glamor to confuse the old coot. It’s always one of two brothers. Sam Winchester,” the growl in her voice broke off into a purr. There was still much trepidation over the true vessel of Lucifer, even demons had their kinks. “Or Dean.”

A name that had been barely a rumor over the last centuries, especially the years since the fall of Lucifer’s acolytes Azazel and Lilith and the rise of Crowley. Yet a name you would never forget. The king was a known consort of all manner of beings, from heaven to the scum of humanity. But to have a version of Dean Winchester in Hell where you could see him again? The prospect was overwhelming, even if it was a torment-intended simulation. You hurried back down the row of high priority souls, prisoners that had been won or stolen from Heaven. Souls that had done the most damage to the armies of Hell during their living years. Their pain resonated through the stone walls, sickly sweet.

Over the following months you left your patrols earlier and earlier, escaping to the dungeon that housed the humanly mentor of the man that had irreparably changed you. And each day you watched the various exchanges, smooth and cavalier Dean attempting to rescue Bobby Singer, desperate demonic Dean thirsty to spill the old man’s blood or broken and sobbing Dean begging Bobby to end him. If you weren’t so biased, the Sam illusions would have been equally as moving, Demon-blood strengthened Sam claiming he had found his true family, a preteen Sam begging Bobby to teach him how to shoot only to have his eyes darken and turn on his teacher or a Red-Eyed Sam, a poor rendition of Lucifer, but effective against the soft insides of their paternal figure.

You learned much in your time watching the torture of Robert Singer. He was an impressive soul, even after decades of torture he routinely told the imposters to stick it where the sun didn’t shine. Like any parent, he had a favorite, no matter how he tried to hide it. He preferred Dean, but that was because he saw his own emotional vulnerability in the young hunter. Sam was more like John, with whom Bobby routinely butted heads. His love ran deep, no matter who was favored or understood best. Which was why it was so easy to maintain the doubleganger inflicted agony. And your misery loved their company.

One evening, having missed a turn due to overly flustered messenger demons, you were later than normal to escape your duties and relish in the vision of Dean. The King was not pleased and therefore everyone worked to keep their heads down, patrols were increased, any charge was overly-minded. When you rounded the corner, one of the Sam Winchester doubles was barking at the soul of Bobby Singer and another was screaming that the other was not real. Well this was a twist, but then you saw them, bodies of your fallen brethren zapped from their human meatsuits. It was the real Sam Winchester, as you watched the hunter and the old man run away, you stood frozen. There was no way to salvage this without going toe-to-toe with Lucifer’s vessel who was also the only being Dean would do anything for. You let them go, hiding in the shadows, knowing there was something brewing above.

With the loss of your daily reminder of him from Bobby’s enforcers, your hunger for Dean only intensified.

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Next Chapter: Topside Turvy

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World Class Fuck Ups | Sweet Pea x OC | CHAPTER ONE

Hey everyone! This is my first ever Sweet Pea fic, and first original post on this blog! I’m hoping you all dig it xx

Warnings: Eventual smut, allusions to sexual assault/rape, swearing, mentions of drug use, mentions of abuse 

Growing up on the south side meant a lot of things. It meant being resourceful, sticking up for yourself when nobody was there to have your back, surviving against all odds. When the world tried to kick you in the gut over and over, it meant standing up tall and spitting in its eye. The south side of Riverdale forced you to find your friends early, and it forced you to find your family even earlier-- your real family, not the one you might live with. Not the one you might be related to by blood or by law. On the south side, the law doesn’t exist, unless it’s serpent code, and serpent code dictates that your gang is all you need.

I grew up around snakes. My mom fucked off to prison when I was little, and my dad owned a garage that the Serpents frequented. He would fix up whatever they couldn’t on their bikes, and they would...well, I don’t really know what they did in return, other than offer protection against both the law and the Ghoulies. I grew up playing with other trailer trash kids, rough housing in the grass and playing in the old quarry and by the train tracks. You know, normal kid stuff.

When I was still pretty young, we had to move. I never got a good reason for why exactly, and I knew better than to pester Dad about it, but I missed rough housing with other trailer park kids, and I missed my friends. For a long time, we bounced from place to place, and I got pretty good at learning how to live on the road. We would stay somewhere for maybe a year at the longest, and because of how frequently we hopped around, I didn’t make many new friends. I didn’t socialize very well, no matter how many gangs we encountered. I made a few acquaintances here and there and I dated a couple boys, but nothing ever worked out, and sometimes, things went south quick.

I learned that I couldn’t trust people. Dad had always told me that the Serpents were the only real family he and I would ever have, which made moving around even worse. Why couldn’t I just be with them? Because we had to skip town for a minute, that’s why. Well, a minute turned into years, and I tried to trust. I tried, over and over, and every time it got more and more fucked. I missed the trailer park kids. I missed dad taking me to the bars with him and sitting me on the counter where I would eat fries while he talked business with the other Serpents. I missed friends I didn’t even remember anymore.

High school was rough. I would always be a degenerate, probably, no matter how nice the town was. Sometimes we stayed in motels, sometimes dad rented a real place. Nowhere was ever very fancy, though, and my clothes weren’t the greatest, unless dad picked up a good job and we celebrated with a shopping trip for me and bike upgrades for him. But no matter what, the others would see me at school and raise their lips in sneers, and I was always an outsider. Like father like daughter, I guess.

It wasn’t until I was 17 that we moved back to Riverdale, and for a while, things were nice. We were back in a trailer. Dad was talking about buying another garage. It seemed like everything was going back to the way it was in my childhood. We had to move, I guess, because of what happened to me, and my stupid habit of trusting anybody besides a snake. Dad said it wasn’t my fault. Dad said we were going home, finally, because it was time, now, because he wasn’t about to let that happen again.

Because he was on the run, now.

But things were good. We were back in Sunnyside, the past was behind me, and I was looking forward to school in a couple months, school that maybe I wouldn’t hate as much. We went back to the White Wyrm, where everybody greeted us with open arms. Older Serpents like FP and Tall Boy remembered me, and younger ones saw how they treated us and relaxed over the newcomers. It was good.

Things were good.

I was determined that they would stay that way, for my sake now. I needed a break after what happened in the last city, after what dad did afterwards and what nightmares I was stuck with. Riverdale was my comfortable place now, and the trailer was cozy, and the summer was warm.

And I was happy.

0“Dad…” I picked up the black phone and leaned forward.

On the other side of the glass, my dad did the same. “Joanie…”

I grimaced at the nickname. He only used it when he was trying to apologize. “What happened, dad?”

He sighed. “Job...gone wrong, I guess.”

“I guess,” I mumbled.

“Listen, Joanie,” he grunted, trying to seem tough, like I hadn’t seen him lose his goddamn mind when he did the crime that landed him in here. “You gotta take care of the shop. The Serpents...they need it still.”

“Ghoulies want it, dad. How am I supposed to--”

“Ask FP for help,” he interrupted. “He owes us. But you’re a smart kid. I know you can handle things while I’m stuck here.”

Handle things. Right.

“Dad...I don’t want to,” I said quietly. “Not without you--”

“You have to, kid. For both of us. And the Serpents. If the Ghoulies get their hands on that shop, there won’t be anything for us to come back to.” he put his hand up to the glass. “You can handle it, Jojo.”

I really wasn’t so sure about that. “What about the trailer, dad? I can’t pay the rent…”

“You know that ain’t gonna be an issue. FP and the boys will make sure you’re safe. You can trust them.”

“But dad...you know what the state does…”

“I’m gonna get outta here, kiddo,” he said softly. “But...you’re 17 now. Almost 18. You can emancipate yourself. The paperwork could take a while to go through, but…”

Emancipate myself? I...was not ready to be any kind of responsible adult yet, that was for sure. But with dad in jail, did i really have much of a choice? There was no way I was going to let the state stick me in foster care after so much. I had been through way too many moves to just up and leave again...and besides, dad was right; I needed to make sure the shop stayed in the right hands. I was loyal to the Serpents more than anything else.

“Okay,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “I’ll figure something out.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, a relieved smile on his face that made it seem like he actually believed me somehow.

They had gotten him for involvement with drugs and a few odd jobs, and...the assault. He was in the slammer for...maybe a while, who really knew, and me? Well, I was stuck. I was supposed to start my senior year. It was supposed to be fun. Instead, here I was, sitting alone in a trailer, staring at a pile of bills.

“There’s no way,” I mumbled to myself, sinking down in my chair. “No fucking way.”

I didn’t have a job. I didn’t have the money to take care of all this. I still had to figure out what to do with the garage...maybe I could charge the guys to use it, like dad did. But there was no way they were going to listen to a kid, even if I was his kid. FP was helping, yeah, and kept telling me that he would handle it, but when everything came down to me, how could he possibly do that? I was next of kin for everything, and emancipation would mean that it would really be up to me.

I needed to get outside. The trailer was stuffy, and it was feeling more like a cage than anything else. It wasn’t cozy anymore. Fresh air would do me good, and I forced myself up from the kitchen table before I could waste time thinking about it more. Out of habit, I grabbed a pack of cigarettes off the counter and reached for the lighter in my pocket, waiting until I was out on the steps before I lit one.

At first, it seemed quiet out. It was an August night, hot and sticky, and I was just standing there in some booty shorts and a sports bra. The trailer had no AC (what, like we’re some fancy North Siders?) and only one box fan worked, so it had been an unpleasantly sweaty evening for me. Dad had been in the joint for a week already, and I had gone to visit a second time, to anxiously tell him that FP was working on getting him out. When that would happen, though, I had no idea, and that’s what was most upsetting.

I took a drag. Smoking was bad for you, yeah. So was everything. I figured by the time I was old and it caught up, they’d know how to fix it. If they didn’t, then oh well. Serpents didn’t tend to get too old anyways. Tall Boy was one of the oldest now, and he was gray, but...he wasn’t exactly using a walker yet.

I went to the Whyte Wyrm a couple times after dad’s arrest, mostly just to look for FP. Everybody lived in the same trailer park, yeah, but if you were looking for a snake, your best bet was the nest. The seedy biker bar was always crawling with them, and when I stomped in, determined not to look weak or stupid, I could feel their stares on me. The younger serpents that hung around the pool tables always eyed me, trying to figure me out, especially since I didn’t have a tattoo yet, but I never stuck around to chat. I was too worried about everything, with dad being gone now. Maybe someday i would get to hang out and have friends again.

The state had tried to get involved, social services saying they would place me with a southside family until either i was of age or dad got out. I put in the paperwork to emancipate myself, even though i would be 18 just after school started, and managed to scoot under their radar by saying I was staying with FP and his son, Jughead. FP lied for me, and that was probably the most useful thing he had done so far. I stayed in my trailer, and he stayed in his, and everything was fine there. If the paperwork didn’t go through, then at least we could keep that up for a while.

I took another drag and exhaled smoke. At least no one here cared about bad habits the way they did on the north side. I had never gone there much, but I knew the houses were big and the roads weren’t cracked. Their school was massive. They bought the drugs that were peddled on the south side. Rich kids with rich parents and too much time on their hands, who had big mouths and hated south side scum like me and the other serpents. The only place where north and south really collided was at Pop’s, the diner, and I hadn’t been there since I was a kid. It was probably a good idea to go soon, since I was running out of food in the trailer and a burger sounded fantastic. Maybe some fries, too. And a milkshake.

A small clamoring suddenly started up and I jumped, almost dropping my cigarette. There was some shouting and some cheering, cutting through the heavy summer air like a dull knife. It put me in a sour mood.

Still barefoot, I hopped down the steps and followed the noise until I found myself at the edge of the trailer park. Hugging myself with one arm wrapped around my torso, hip cocked as I brought my smoke to my lips, I watched as a group of boys in leather jackets took turns punching a guy.

Oh.

The gauntlet.

Serpent boys had to prove themselves before they were really allowed to join the gang. They used a series of tests they called the Gauntlet to show that they were worthy, and the final step was always this. Dad had told me about how guys would all line up to punch a newbie, usually hitting as hard as they thought was necessary to judge how tough he was. I had never gotten to watch it myself, since we hadn’t lived in Riverdale since I was a kid, but now, as this poor sap was sucker punched by his friends, I was kind of getting why dad wouldn’t have wanted a child to see.

The new serpent was almost through, bruises visible even in the dark. Blood ran from his nose and split lip, and when he coughed, a little bit dribbled down his chin. He was wobbly, but he wasn’t collapsing, instead standing up as straight as he could as he faced the very last part of his challenge.

He was tall. His back was to me, but I could see the glint of metal on his hand and knew that this piece of shit had brass knuckles. There was a moment of silence as they just looked at each other, and for a second I thought the tall guy wasn’t going to do it. But he was a serpent, through and through, and the punch he delivered to his friend’s face crunched.

When he stumbled back but didn’t go down, cheers erupted again, everyone else surging forward to surround their wounded new serpent. A new family member, who would die for his brothers and sisters, just as they would die for him.

It was poetic.

“Knew you had it in ya, Fangs,” i heard someone say.

They clapped him on the back and Fangs just coughed up blood, trying to smile through his bruises. He had done it. He had proven himself, and now he would get a tattoo and a jacket and when a new kid decided to run the gauntlet, he would get to deliver the beating.

And life continued on.

The only one not celebrating was the tall guy, who was just standing there, hands in his pockets now. When the others started dragging Fangs off, hopefully to either get him a strong drink or some medical attention or both, the snake finally moved, though not exactly in the direction I thought he would. He must have gotten a whiff of my smoke, because I saw him stiffen before he turned quickly, glaring down at me even from a distance. Jesus Christ, he was a skyscraper.

“What the fuck are you doing out here, kid?” he snarled, stomping towards me.

Kid? What an asshole. But then again, he was a Serpent, and they were like that.

I was too tired to be scared, and besides, I wasn’t afraid of Serpents. Cautious, maybe, but not really afraid. “You interrupted my night. Other people live in this park, you know.”

As he got closer, he started towering over me. “You should be inside where it’s safe.”

“Safe from what?” I inhaled cigarette smoke and blew it up in his face. “Big snakes aren’t the ones you gotta be afraid of, sweetheart.”

He took the challenge in stride, and I was a little surprised when he seemed to be backing off just a hair. He shifted his weight, less on the offense now, a little smug as he took his hands out of his pockets to fix his jacket collar.

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

I couldn’t help but smile. He was playing along with me. “Big snakes save their energy. They wait until an opportunity comes by and then they move. Little snakes...they’re the venomous ones.”

He smirked. “What’re you doin’ away from home, little snake?”

“Home’s not much of a home.” I said bluntly.

He raised an eyebrow. “I’ve seen you around the bar. Always there for FP. Never seen you at school though.” He inched closer. “Guess that makes you fresh meat.”

“Please.” I flicked cigarette ash onto the ground between us. “I grew up here. I’m a serpent by blood. My old man owns the shop everybody wants so bad.”

He seemed intrigued, and I finally let myself look at him. A snake tattoo coiled around itself on his neck, and despite his height, he had a little bit of a baby face. His eyes were dark, though, and cold and dangerous, and i could tell he had a mean streak; i mean, come on, he had just cracked a guy’s cheekbone with brass knuckles. He was huge, too, and I might be a pipsqueak, but I barely reached his chest as he stalked closer.

“I’ll walk you home and you can tell me all about how tough you are, little venom.” His voice was smooth and deep, but frigid. Inviting, but deadly. “Sound good?”

“This is all moving so fast, I don’t even know your name,” I said sarcastically. Of course it sounded good. I hadn’t had any time to socialize over the past week, and I felt like I was close to breaking. I was under a lot of stress, and I was going to crack soon if I didn’t get even just one night to relax. Even if this guy turned out to be a total dick, he was at least someone to talk to, and I could trust a serpent boy. They weren’t going to risk their own health to fuck around with a girl who said no.

On the Southside, no means no.

That’s what Dad had told me when we were moving back. Moving again.

“Sweet Pea,” he said, offering me his arm in a more polite manner than I thought possible.

“Jojo.” I took his arm and offered my cigarette in return.

“These’ll kill you,” he joked as he accepted.

“So will this city.”

“Damn straight.”

We started walking, and I led him in the direction of my trailer. He went slow, taking his time, and it was only after a few seconds that he expected me to talk.

“Your dad owns the garage,” he commented.

“Yeah. It’s been his for a long time.”

“What happened?”

“He got hauled off to Shankshaw. Drug charges and a couple other things. Assault, you know. The usual.”

“Tough.” He said it without emotion, and I figured he had some kind of tragic backstory, too. Everybody did around here. Being locked up was more of an inconvenience than anything else. It wasn’t super impressive.

“How about you?” I asked, trying to get the attention off of myself.

He shrugged. “Shitty folks. Live on my own now. Other side of the park.”

“Sucks. How you affording it?”

“You think I’m gonna spill all my secrets?” he sneered. “There a reason you don’t have a jacket yet?”

He obviously didn’t trust me much.

I shrugged. “Haven’t had much time to worry about that.”

He made a little grunt and dropped the subject. “Where you been all this time if you’re a serpent by blood?”

“We moved around a lot.” I took the cigarette back from him and put it between my lips. “Eight times in ten years kind of thing, you know. My trailer’s just up here.”

We came to a stop and I slipped my arm out of Sweet Pea’s, hugging myself as I looked up at him. He shoved his hands back in his pockets, an impatient look on his face.

“Thanks,” I said with a sigh. I honestly didn’t know what I was supposed to do with my time. Maybe drink the problems away? It was probably the healthiest thing I could think of.

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s summer. You turnin’ in this early? It’s not even dawn.”

It was a challenge.

“Well, I figured you wouldn’t want to hang around with the mechanic’s boring kid.”

Sweet Pea smirked. “Got any booze?”

“Course,” I scoffed. “Who do you take me for?”

“Then you’re a lot less boring, huh?”

Ten minutes later, he was sprawled out on my couch, drinking Jack straight from the bottle while I sat on the edge of the coffee table with some Captain. His jacket was tossed over the back of a chair, leaving him in a black T-shirt and his jeans. I could see how muscular his bare arms were now, and it made me pretty happy to know that a big serpent like him potentially had my back, as long as I didn’t piss him off too bad.

“There a reason you’re not with your pals at the Wyrm?” I asked as I took a drink.

He snorted. “They’ll be fine without me.”

“Fangs looked pretty fucked up.”

“How long were you watching us, little snake?”

“Long enough.” I shrugged. “Never got to watch the gauntlet before. It’s more boring than I expected.”

He sat up and leaned forward, grinning at me. “Don’t like watching fights? You’re in the wrong town, then, Doll.”

I raised my bottle to my lips and paused, glaring at him. “I know exactly where I am, Sweets.”

I said the nickname with a little extra bite in my voice and he raised an eyebrow. “You think you graduated to nicknames, Shrimp?”

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I took a drink. “Booze already going to your head, Skyscraper?”

He raised his lip in a sneer but sat back, taking a swig just to prove a point. Serpent boys never liked being told they couldn’t do something. “When you planning on getting a tattoo, then? Too good to join up? Too rough a world?”

He was so...assertive. All he wanted was a fight, and I wasn’t about to give him one. Not yet, anyways. I would rather be on his good side.

“When I have time to dance, I guess.” I shrugged. “There’s...a lot going on right now.”

“The Serpent Dance doesn’t bother you?” he grinned. “Stripping in the Wyrm?”

I let out a laugh at his greedy face. No, the idea of stripping really didn’t bother me. The way the Serpents used it for initiation was a little shitty, but...I could deal with it. My dad’s sister, my aunt, our only other relative, had danced for years and years in the next state over. I always figured I would end up doing the same once I was 18, and that was definitely coming up.

“Everybody’s danced before. Besides, the Gauntlet would fuck up this pretty face, and then what would I have left? Brains?”

“Shit, guess you’re right.” he chuckled.

I finished off my bottle and stood, the buzz finally hitting me as I took the empty fifth to the kitchen and lit a cigarette. The warmth in my head felt good, and I finally had a chance to relax a tiny bit and tell myself that my issues could wait for tomorrow.

So I stopped to stretch, smiling at the feeling of my muscles pulling and tightening and releasing.

“This is nice.” I commented, more to myself than the young serpent in my trailer.

“I’ll say.”

I looked at him over my shoulder with feigned shock, a scandalous expression on my face. “Are you gazing upon me?”

“So what if I am?” he leaned forward. “You invited a snake into your house, you walk around looking like that…”

“Looking like what?”

He smirked and leaned back, taking another drink as he watched me. I snorted and turned back to the kitchen, tossing out my empty bottle and taking a drag off my cigarette. If this was any indication for the coming year, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it was time I found some friends and started hanging out with the rest of the younger serpents so that I could have more nights like this. I mean, a nice strong boy on my couch, a nice strong drink in my hand? What else was there to want in life?

A dad and a normal life, maybe, but those were on the way. Well, the former at least. The latter was...a little bit harder to get around the South Side. I could have my version of normal, though, which was the taste of booze and the smell of smoke and the feel of leather. I could have the Serpent normal.

When I turned back around with another drink in my hand, I caught Sweet Pea biting his lip, but he glanced away the second he saw me looking. All I could do was grin, the alcohol compelling me to go back to the couch and tease him. He was looking complacent, for the most part, not threatening towards me the way he might have seemed to anyone else. His attention was on me, dark eyes watching carefully as I sauntered back with a little drunken giggle.

He sat up slightly when I plopped down between his outstretched legs, cigarette between my fingers as I took another drink of whatever the hell I had grabbed myself this time. I was drunk enough that I didn’t flinch at the absolute jet fuel I was ingesting, and I secretly hoped that it would make me seem a little bit tougher than I was, not that I was trying to impress this guy or anything.

“So why do they call you Sweet Pea?” I asked, looking up towards him with a smile.

He cleared his throat as he looked down at me. He was less imposing from this angle, but still a giant. “You don’t think I look sweet, Princess?”

I snorted. “You look like something, but I wouldn’t call it sweet. And Princess? Really?”

“You don’t like that?”

“On the contrary,” I said, glancing down before meeting his eyes, “I love it.”

He let out a laugh that was probably supposed to be mocking, but I thought I could hear something genuine behind it. It made me smile wider, a little numbness inching into my face. God, it was good to be getting drunk.

Then he leaned forward, reaching past me to put his bottle on the coffee table, and I could feel his chest brush my back when he lingered there for a moment. It was a good thing that I was usually just a happy drunk, because all I did was laugh and lean back against him, enjoying the feeling of him there and the sound of his steady breathing.

“So if I’m not sweet,” he said, daring to put a hand on my arm and rub it, “then what would you call me?”

I turned my head to look at him, kissed his cheek, and settled back against his chest with a little grin on my face. “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

He faltered for a second, letting out a breath before I felt the rumble of his laughter in his chest. “You’re something, too, little snake.”

The alcohol was really hitting me as Sweet Pea leaned back again, taking me with him this time. With an arm around my waist and a hand on my butt, he situated us so that he could lay down, and I got myself comfy on top of him. I felt him take the cigarette out of my hand and I heard him finishing it off, but I was finally too tired to do anything, and for the first time in a few days, I felt myself dozing off without a fight, on top of a big, safe, serpent boy.

[cardierreh15]

Post Human

hey y'all, this one has been sitting in my drafts/docs for a while now and ive edited and changed and had it beta'd read 85 fucking times lol so I hope it lives up to some of yalls standards and enjoy it.

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Sexual Situations , Gore , Blood , Clickers & Stalker .

Pairings: August Walker x Roslyn(Black!Female Oc)

Special Guests: Ellie (Sister/Best Friend) , Joel (Father Figure)

Description: It's quite the special day for our beloved Roslyn so August gots something planned for her.

Word Count: 5.8K

Song (in order): Snooze By SZA

III

October 21st

Roslyn was standing in line at the mess hall. For once, she was able to just stand there without a yawn or a stretch. It was then that someone came up behind her and tapped her on her shoulder. 

She whipped her head around to look at the individual. It was Ellie, with this goofy grin on her lips and a cupcake in her calloused hands. Then, it dawned on her. 

‘Happy Birthday loser!’ 

Roslyn chuckled and rolled her eyes as she reached out and gave her sister a hug. 

‘How many years have we known each other? You do this every year.’ 

She looked around to see if anyone had spotted them. And sure as the sunset in the west, the attention was on her.

‘Awww shit and you fight me on this every year. Just take the damn cupcake.’ Ellie practically shoved it in her hands.

Ros gave her an unapproved glare before chuckling, ‘You’re hard headed. That doesn’t seem to improve with each year but instead declines!’ She rolled her eyes and turned around in line, ‘Is this what you were up to this morning? Or were you sniffing under Dina’s skirt again?’

Ellie rolled her eyes and gave her shoulder a gentle nudge. ‘Yes, actually! Dina is just a friend. You’re jealous that she's taking up all our bonding time?’ she teased.

‘No. I don’t care.’

‘Oh, I know you don’t,’ Ellie leaned in and whispered. ‘You’ve been too busy mumbling about your own friend in your sleep.’

Roslyn’s eyes grew and she snapped her head over at Ellie. 

‘What? Don't be so surprised Ron, I've told you before you talk in your sleep!'  

She gave her a snarky smirk with a raised brow.

‘You’re such an ass,’ Roslyn chuckled and shook her head as the girls finally made it up to the counter to collect their breakfast.

Afterwards, they began to make their journey to their designated spot in the corner of the cafeteria. As soon as they sat down, Ellie didn’t hold back on the questions. 

‘So! What happened after patrol?!’ she teased as she sprinkled some salt over her eggs.

‘Well, if you must know, nothing happened! We talked and went our separate ways.' She took a sip of her coffee and began to unwrap her breakfast burrito. 

‘Really? That’s it?!’

‘That’s it,’ Roslyn repeated.

‘Hmmm. Well what do you think about him?'

Roslyn pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes, 'Ellie, I barely know him. He and his brother just got here a few weeks ago!'

Ellie broke off a piece of her burrito and placed it on her tongue, 'Well you know enough to be dreamin' about 'em.'

'Jesus Christ would you stop?!' Roslyn gritted through her teeth as she balled up a napkin and threw it at her face.

Ellie laughed and held her hands up in defense and ducked her head.

She wasn't going to let that shit go. Ever

Suddenly, the girls could hear familiar laughter across the cafeteria. Roslyn looked over to see August and Tommy walking through the double doors. 

‘Aw shit. Speaking of the devil.’ 

Roslyn glanced over at Ellie who wore a smug look on her face. 

‘You’re so annoying.’

Meanwhile, her heart was palpitating in her chest.

‘I know.’ 

The men looked over at the girls. August's glare was a bit longer and more intense than Tommy’s as he jerked his head up in a greeting. 

Roslyn fought the grin that was threatening to curl on her lips. She had to hurry and look away before he caught it. She quickly looked down at her burrito to try to hide that smirk on her face.

‘Uh-oh! There it is!’ Ellie chuckled as she reached over and landed a few smacks on her arm. ‘You look so cute when you’re in love!’ she mocked.

Her head snapped up at her sister and threw the balled up napkin at her face. 

‘You talkin’ casanova?’

Ellie laughed and raised her hands in surrender, ‘Nope! Look Roslyn, it’s okay to have a crush on someone. Hell, you used to be infatuated with what’s his name!’ she snapped her fingers together as she thought.

‘You mean Chad?’ A snarl curled up on her lips before she took her first bite into her burrito.

‘Yeah! And now look at ya! Moved on to bigger… and better things! That bigger was just literal.’ 

Roslyn chuckled for a second before their names were called. 

‘Ros! Ellie!’ Tommy called out towards them.

‘Tommy!’ Ellie called out before Roslyn turned to look over her shoulder. 

Both of the men were walking towards them.

‘Sup Tommy!’ Roslyn smiled softly before she stood up to hug her uncle. 

‘Happy Birthday, kiddo!’ he said as he embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her head. 

‘Thanks,’ she grinned and looked over at August who stood next to Tommy. ‘Hey.’

‘Hey,’ he said with a small smile.

‘Aye, y’all mind if we joined y’all for breakfast this mornin’?’

A lump grew in Roslyn’s throat. ‘Hmm?’ was all she could hum out.

‘Of course!’ Ellie grinned cunningly. 

Roslyn snapped her head over at Ellie, ‘Th-they can?’ her eyes were pleading for her to give this shit up. 

‘Of course they can! It’s just breakfast, Roslyn,' she teased. 

Roslyn glared at Ellie with great loathe. 

A smile cracked up on her lips and she spoke through her teeth, ‘Sure… y’all can sit with us!’ 

***

Their morning consisted of hearty laughter and storytelling. 

Roslyn didn’t know why she was so adamant at first. But it felt good to share a good laugh with the people she loved. Even August. 

The four of them walked outside together, all in fits of giggles. Tommy then looked down at Roslyn. 

‘Come by the house later on! Me and Maria got sumn waitin’ on ya. Ellie, be safe on patrol today!’ he said, turning away.

‘I’ll be there!’ Roslyn smiled.

‘You got it, Tommy!’ Ellie added and then turned to look at Roslyn. ‘I gotta go. I’ll be back in a few hours.’

She balled up her fist for Roslyn to pound it.

‘Be safe. Love ya.’ She gave Ellie a pound on her fist and they leaned in to give one another a kiss on the cheek. 

‘See ya later, August!’ and with that, she headed off to the stables.

The pair stood there in silence for a moment before August decided to initiate the conversation, ‘I didn’t know your birthday was today. Sorry, I didn’t bring a gift for you.’

Roslyn looked ahead and smiled softly, ‘yeah. I really don’t like to celebrate it. It’s just another day for me.’

‘Well you should! There's like a one in a million chance of you being here so…’

‘Technically the statistic is one in 400 million…’

‘Yeah but as you can tell, humans are a limited edition nowadays,’ he chuckled. 

She giggled and nodded, ‘You’re right about that.’

‘Anyway though, you should celebrate it like it’s your last. Tomorrow is never promised y’know?’

Roslyn rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, ‘I’m starting to believe you and Ellie knew each other in a past life or something.’ 

They both shared a small chuckle before she spoke up again, ‘I’ll try to take that advice. No promises though.’ 

She turned away to walk but he instantly followed. 

‘At least you’d try. So, um… you have any plans today?’

‘Nope.’

‘Oh. Do they throw parties?’

‘Mmmm,’ she looked up in thought. ‘Sometimes. They do that for you guys back in Washington?’

August pressed his lips together as he shoved his hands in his pockets, ‘sometimes. More like a small gathering kind of thing.’ He smirked as he looked over at her. 

‘Oh. Cool,’ she gave him a friendly yet small grin this time before she walked up the steps to the library. 

Suddenly, a beeping captured August’s attention. He looked down at his watch. 9:30am. 

‘Damn,’ he cursed and looked up at Roslyn. ‘Hey, I gotta—‘ he threw his thumb back, ‘head back. Gotta go give Mikey his medicine.’ 

Roslyn turned around and gave him an understanding nod, ‘of course! No worries, go take care of your brother!’

August licked his lips, ‘Will I see you later?’ 

‘Why wouldn’t you?’ she asked, her head fallin’ to the side as a smile quirked up on her lips. 

A chuckle rumbled in August’s chest. ‘That’s what I like to hear.’ 

He shot her a wink and took a few steps back before spinning swiftly on his toes and walking back in the same direction they’d just come from. 

With heated cheeks, Roslyn just watched him for a moment before letting out a deep, shaky breath and walked into the library. 

***

Her day was as mundane and regular as she let it be. She did her best to keep herself busy. A few people wished her a happy birthday and thanked her for always being the best version of herself. But nothing out of the ordinary. 

Except that was far-fetched of course. It was 7:43pm now and she was walking up the few steps of Maria’s cabin. She knocked on the door. They barely gave it a second before the door swung open. 

‘Hey! Come in!’ Maria said with a cheeky grin curled up on her face. 

She found that rather odd. Maria was a gorgeous woman but smiling was a rare thing for her simply because she had been through a lot. 

‘Okay,’ Roslyn uttered as she walked through the threshold. 

She began to unbutton her coat but Maria raised her hand, ‘aht! Don’t take that off, we’re going to the pub afterwards. I just wanna give you something.’ 

Then Maria disappeared upstairs.

Letting out a deep breath through her nose, she bit the inside of her cheek and zipped her coat right back up, shoveing her hands in the pockets as she stared at the pictures of Maria and Tommy on the wall.

Sometimes, it seems like Maria and Tommy just dealt with one another. It looked like it wasn’t really love but, in those photos… They looked head over heels. 

Roslyn snapped her head over at Maria who came trotting down the steps with a small box wrapped in old newspaper in her hand. 

‘What’s this?’ Roslyn asked with her eyes narrowed. 

‘It’s a gift from Tommy. I just happened to give you my gift way too early,’ Maria giggled. 

Roslyn rolled her eyes and shook the box next to her ear. She heard a small jingle on the inside. 

‘What is it?’ 

‘Check it out,' Maria reassured as she walked over to the coat rack and threw on her own jacket. 

‘Hmm,’ Roslyn hummed and tore the old newspaper off. Just a plain black box.

‘Alright,’ she sighed, before popping open the lid of the box. 

On the inside of the box was a solid gold rope necklace. 

‘What?!’ Roslyn laughed as she snatched the gold out of the box. ‘Holy shit!’ she continued to laugh hysterically. 

‘A gold necklace?!’

Maria cackled as she zipped up her coat, ‘Yeah. Tommy told me a while ago about you wanting one. So, he and Joel damn near flipped the mall in the east upside down until they found you one. Almost got them killed but, I’m sure they’d do it again.’ 

Well, she definitely couldn’t give it back; especially now that she knew the bullshit that came with them getting it in the first place.

‘It’s beautiful. Could you put it on for me?’ 

‘Of course.’ 

The smile plastered on Roslyn’s face hadn’t faltered. 

She scooped up her long braids and held them up as Maria wrapped the chain around her neck and clipped it together.

‘There,’ Maria said as Roslyn turned around to face her. ‘It compliments you so well, Ros.’ 

‘For real?!’ 

‘Would I lie to you?’ she grinned. 

‘Valid,' Roslyn laughed.

‘C’mon, let’s go have a drink.’ 

***

On their short journey to the pub, Roslyn noticed the lack of people walking around outside. She looked down at her watch. It was only 8:06. So why the hell were the streets damn near empty? Something was fishy. 

Once they made it to the pub, the lights were off there too. Roslyn raised a brow in thought, ‘The pub? Closed this early?’ 

‘Yeah, Seth probably closed up early tonight. But, she pulled out a large ring of keys and jingled them. ‘They don’t call me the key holder for no reason!’ 

‘Whoa— we aren’t breaking in the pub are we?’ 

Maria laughed as she stuck the key in the door and twisted it, ‘Is it really breaking in if I have the key?’ 

She then pushed the door open and jerked her head forward. 

Letting out a breath, she nodded in agreement, ‘Yeah. That’s true.’ And with that, she walked in the dark space. 

Maria walked in behind her and flickered on the lights and everyone jumped out shouting, 

‘SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROSLYN!’ 

Roslyn jumped as her mouth fell. It was safe to say that she was definitely surprised. Streamers hung from the ceiling with a Happy Birthday banner hanging against the back wall. 

She wanted to be so angry about this considering her thinking about birthdays only brought humans a year closer to death. But everyone she loved and adored was here with goofy triangular hats sitting on their heads. For once, everything felt alright with the world. 

She began to laugh hysterically and looked back at Maria, ‘Whose fucking idea was this?!’ 

Maria gave her a playful shrug as she strapped a pink party hat to her own head. 

‘It was mine!’ Roslyn looked back as August just emerged from the crowd and walked up to her. 

He would. 

‘Happy Birthday, Ros.’ 

I can’t lose. When I’m with you. How could I snooze and miss the moment, you’re just too important. Nobody do body like you do. 

She just looked up into his eyes, her heart raced inside her chest. She was so amazed with him, lost for words! 

‘Thank you,’ she grinned up at him. 

‘Alright, alright. Break this up!’ Joel called out, walking up and putting his arms between them and breaking them apart. 

The both of them laughed in slight embarrassment before Joel embraced his girl in his arms. 

‘Happy Birthday baby girl,’ he placed a kiss against her ear, ‘I’m proud of you.’ 

‘Thanks Joel,' she sniffed as she held on to him tightly, trying her best not to ugly cry. 

When the hug was broken, she carefully wiped the corner of her eyes as she laughed. 

‘Awww don’t cry, Roslyn,' Ellie smiled as she walked up to hug her.

‘Shut up! I’m not crying,’ Roslyn cackled. 

Ellie quickly embraced her in a tight hug. 

‘I love you, sis,’ Ellie said softly in her ear as they rocked in sync. ‘I’ve lost so much… so many. And I’m so glad… My journey has brought me to you, Ros. I love you forever.’ 

Roslyn squeezed Ellie tighter as she clamped her eyes shut, hiding her face in Ellie’s shoulder so no one would see the tear that finally fought its way out. 

This was all a very intimate and beautiful moment with Roslyn and her family. As a child she longed for something like this. And now, her biggest fear was losing them. They were her reason for existing. 

Once Roslyn pulled away, she dried her eyes and let out a deep shaky breath,

‘Okay! Enough of this shit! Let’s get this party started!’ 

The pub cheered happily and the music began to play. Roslyn turned to look up at August who had just put a party horn between his teeth. He paused before giving it a strong blow. Roslyn tried to keep her composure but she just laughed and playfully landed a soft punch on his chest. 

‘You’re. Such. An ass! You know I don’t do this kind of stuff!’ 

‘I don’t actually!’ he leaned in with his hands behind his back. 

‘You do! I told you I don’t like celebrating my birthday!’ 

‘You used to not like it. Since I’m gone be stickin’ around… you might get one of these every year. Now, here!’ He reached behind him and picked up a yellow party hat and carefully put it on her head. 

‘Enjoy your party, princess! It’s your day!’ 

I can’t lose. When I’m with you. How could I snooze and miss the moment, you’re just too important. Nobody do body like you do, you do. 

***

The party was now in full swing. It was almost like something out of a movie. People were dancing, drinking, laughing. It was almost like Mother Earth wasn’t choking them to death. 

Roslyn walked over to the bar where August was sitting and staring at her. 

‘You’ve spent the whole night staring at me.’

August chuckled, ‘Is that a bad thing?’ 

‘Nah. Just a little creepy,’ she said, reaching down to grab the elastic band beneath his chin, and snapped it.

‘Ow!’ he laughed as he covered his chin. ‘What was that for?!’ he stood up, towering over her.

‘No reason. So, you're gonna stop being a weirdo and come dance with me?’

‘Hmmm,’ August thought for a minute. ‘Actually, I got a better idea,’ he reached up and took off the party hat. ‘How about we ditch the party.’ 

Roslyn raised a brow, ‘Ditch the party? That you threw for me?’ She poked herself in her chest with her index finger. 

‘Yeah!’ He sounded so positive. 

‘And do what?’

‘That’s for me to know. C’mon! We’ll be back before it’s over.’ He then took her hat off of her head and stacked their hats together before he grabbed her hand. He grabbed their coats and they left the pub in a hurry.  

First they stopped by his house. She waited outside on his porch before he came back out. 

‘That was quick!’ 

‘Yeah. Mikey is up and moving around so he’s taking his own meds now.’

‘Oh well that’s good to hear! Wait, why didn’t he come to the party tonight?’ 

‘I tried to get him to come but he was complaining about the weather.’ 

Well, she could understand that. The only good thing about the cold was it stunted the movement in the herds. At least that’s what everyone thought. 

‘I get that. Anyway,’ she sighed out, ‘Where we goin’?’

August gave her a sinister smirk and leaned in, ‘just wait.’ 

He walked past her and towards the back of the compound. 

Her eyes grew in shock once she’d realized what he was doing. The cold air burned at her chest as she jogged up behind him. 

‘August! August!’ She ran in front of him and placed her hands on his wrists, ‘What the hell are you doing?!’ 

‘We… are sneaking out.’ 

‘And why the fuck would you wanna do that?! Do you not realize how deep in shit you’d— WE would be in if anyone found out?!’ 

August gave her a gentle smile and his head fell to the side. ‘Just come with me. I promise… if we do get in trouble… I’ll take all the blame,’ he lended out his hand. 

‘Good… because this is your idea!’ she stared up at him and then slapped her hand into his. ‘And don’t count on me to bail your ass out. I’ll just tell them you kidnapped me.’

August smiled as the pair walked over to the fence. He then peeled the fence back and let her crawl through, then he followed. 

‘This better be worth it,’ she said glaring at him. 

‘It will! Promise. C’mon,’ and he began to jog ahead. 

‘Ugh! August, wait!’ she called out in a whisper before she went after him. 

But just like her warm breath in the cool air, he disappeared in a flash. 

‘August?!’ she called out for him. 

But nothing! Just the sound of the wind rustling the dead twigs and branches on the trees. Roslyn shivered as she reached in her back pocket, pulled out her beanie and tugged it over her head. 

‘That’s better,’ she hummed softly. ‘Now to see where this fool has gone.’ 

Roslyn clicked on her mini flashlight that was velcro to her coat and searched for any clues to lead her where he was hiding. 

‘August!’ she walked forward until she came across a pair of fresh prints. 

‘Gotcha. Sneaky little shit. August I’m going to kick your ass for leaving me out here by myself! Actually, I think I may tell Joel! He won’t like that too much,’ Roslyn chuckled softly before the quietness around her began to settle in once more. 

It was eerie and the feeling of being left alone made her heart sink. She heard a twig snap nearby. She looked behind her to see where the noise had come from. 

‘August?’ She said softly. ‘August stop playin’! This shit isn’t funny!’ 

The silence rang in the air. Now she was scared. Suddenly, she was hit upside her head with a snowball. 

‘OW!’ She wiped her face, taking off her beanie to shake out the snow and her braids. 

August came from behind a tree cackling like a menacing child as he walked over to her.

‘That’s not funny! You’re such a dick!’ She gave him a playful shove as she did her best not to laugh too.

‘Awww, come on. It was a little funny. Plus, I noticed how scared you were… did you really think I’d leave you out here like this?’ 

Roslyn sighed, softly tugging back on her beanie. 

The answer was delayed and really, she knew that she was safe with August. But she didn’t just trust anybody. This life was all about surviving and throwing anybody in the way of the freight train just to keep yourself alive. 

‘I don’t know. Would you?’

August’s head fell to the side gently as a small smirk grew on his lips, ‘you never have to worry about me leavin’ you, Ros. I got you.’

Her face grew warm as a smile curled up on her full lips, ‘that’s good to know, August. So,” she let out a gentle breath, ‘Where we goin’?’ 

‘Oh yeah! Come on, it’s not far,’ he jerked his head over and swiftly turned around to walk away. 

‘Mmhmm,’ Roslyn hummed playfully as she squatted down and scooped some snow in her hands and patted it into a round ball. 

Then, she allowed him to walk ahead before she threw it and hit him in the middle of his back. August stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. 

Roslyn stood there with a sinister grin curled on her lips.

August turned around to face her head on, ‘you really wanna do this with me right now? You’re not gonna win this.’ 

Roslyn laughed out and shook her head, ‘right now is as good as any. Look, it’s cold and I’m already ready to get back to the compound. So if I win… we’re going back home. If you win… we can keep going and we’ll both take the blame for our absence at the party tomorrow.’ 

He folded his arms across his chest and thought for a moment, ‘alright. Cool… first person to 10, wins.’ 

‘You’re on!’ she said as she walked up to him and they pounded fists. 

Once she made it back to her side, August launched a snowball and hit her in the shoulder. Roslyn swiftly turned around with a surprise and was hit in the face with another. 

‘Oh–!’ August called out as he covered his mouth and began to laugh.

‘YOU CHEATER!’ Roslyn growled out before snatching up some snow in her palms and running behind a tree. There, she began to form a ball that was stable enough to throw. 

August ran behind a tree and began to form a few balls of snow and stack them, ‘NOT A CHEATER! JUST AN OPPORTUNIST!’ 

‘A CHEATER!’ Roslyn laughed as she peeked around the tree to find him. Once she knew she wasn’t going to get him at this angle, she carefully moved forward to another tree. But not without him throwing another snowball. Thankfully, he missed. 

‘YOU'RE LUCKY! THAT WOULD’VE BEEN 3!’ 

‘IT WOULD’VE BEEN YOUR FIRST ONE PUMPKIN EATER!’ Roslyn called out.

August laughed out as he scooped up his artillery and moved in position to flank her. Stepping from behind her cover, she started to throw the balls at the last place she’d seen him. But little did she know, he was standing right behind her. 

Roslyn began to craft up more balls in a hurry, a goofy and giddy grin burning at her cold cheeks. 

Taking gentle steps, August moved like a thief in the night! He peaked over gently to see the amount of balls she’d created. Too bad she won’t be able to use them. 

He pressed his lips together before letting out a sharp whistle. 

Roslyn stopped her project once she realized she was bested. Closing her eyes, she lifted her hands, ‘OK! You got me!’ 

She laughed.

‘Stand up.’ August commands. 

She stood up slowly and let out a shuddered breath. 

‘Turn around.’ 

Roslyn slowly turned around and kept her hands up with this smug expression on her face. Her eyes caught a glimpse at the 5 balls that sat in his arm.

‘Hmph.’ August smirked, proudly.

‘Shit.’ 

‘Yup!’ 

‘It’s like that?’

‘Just like that.’ 

She shook her head before she looked behind him and a sunken look cursed her face. 

‘August….’ she whispered as she pointed behind him. 

He didn’t even think, the look on her face frightened him and he immediately looked behind him and dropped his snowballs to the ground. But nothing was there. 

‘Wha— there’s nothing—‘ 

When he looked back ahead, she had already darted towards him. She wrapped her arms around his waist with her head resting on his abdomen. 

‘Ugh!’ He grunted as their bodies collided and he fell backwards.

Straddling his lap in a fast manner, she placed her hands on his chest as she breathed heavily. The both of them began to laugh playfully. 

‘Do you surrender?’ she asked.

‘I’m sorry but this wasn’t part of the rules.’

‘It doesn’t matter! You let your guard down.’ 

August laughed and shook his head before he lifted his knee up and rolled them over in a quick movement. Then, he snatched up her wrists and pinned them above her head. 

Roslyn squeaked in surprise at his sudden movement. 

August huffed heavily as he fought the brisk air that burned at his throat and chest, ‘I never let my guard down.’ 

She let out a shuddered breath as she looked up into his cobalt blue eyes. Taking in the icy-ness of them but finding warmth in that blotch of hazel in his eye. 

In the drop top riding round with you, I feel like Scarface. Like the white bitch with the bob, you’d be my main one. 

The air between them grew thick with tension. August’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. He forced his eyes away from hers to look down at her soft plump lips. Suddenly, his urges and thoughts clouded his brain. Causing him to rush in and place a tender kiss on lips; his grip loosening on her wrists.

Roslyn felt relieved that he crossed that line. Carefully pulling her hand away, she placed her gloved hand on his jaw as she savored the taste of his lips. 

August then gently broke the kiss, pulling back to look down at her. 

‘You’re so warm,’ his gaze never left her face, yet his eyes were hooded with such want and desire. 

‘So are you…’ she whispered as her brown eyes flickered to his lips. 

A devious smirk curled up on his lips, ‘I know of an interesting way of warming up… if you wanna.’ 

Roslyn raised a brow, instantly catching the idea. It had been awhile since she had some. And they were alone, this would’ve been the perfect opportunity but, good things don’t last forever… not in this life. 

‘I’m down if you’re down,’ she said in a sultry tone as she relaxed her thighs so he could lay comfortably there. 

‘Well now is as good as—‘

Then, a twig snapped behind them. August paused for a second, placing his index finger against his lips. Carefully and silently, August pulled himself up and helped her up to her feet. 

He then pulled out his gun and gave it to her, whispering, ‘take this. Just in case.’ 

‘Wha— what about you?’ She whispered back in worry. 

‘I have a spare. Just—‘

And an unsettling cracking and clicking filled the air followed by pained grunting and snarling.

‘Infected. What the hell are they doing this close to Jackson?’ Roslyn asked, perplexed.

‘I don’t know. But we have to get rid of them. You with me?’

‘Do you have to ask?’ she smirked. 

‘That’s my girl. Now… silence.’ 

She gave him a nod for him to lead the way, and she followed him in a stack. 

***

The walk was probably 15 minutes when they stumbled across an encampment. It was vacant. Sort of. It consisted of sleeping bags, a few trinkets and emptied cans of food. They’d even created a fire with stone and wood that was now frostbitten. The intruders were gone for sometime now.

August let out a gentle breath as he stepped over a dead log. Roslyn took a step forward but August threw up his fist for her to stop. She let out a shuddered breath as she kept her gun up just in case. Once he’d finished securing the area, he pressed his lips together as he walked back to the campsite. 

‘Come look at this,’ he sheaths his gun back in the holster and squat down before the sleeping bag.

Roslyn walked around the log and walked into the encampment. She’d taken note of the WLF gear that were engraved in their belongings. 

‘They were here…’ 

‘Yeah,’ he uttered and took a deep breath. This was really fucking bad.

Roslyn let out a deep breath and looked down at him. ‘They’re after you…’ 

August let out a shuddered breath, ‘yeah.’

She closed her eyes as reality began to set in. ‘I knew it. I fucking knew it,’ she said through gritted teeth. 

August quickly stood up and looked back at her, ‘is there something wrong?’ His tone was slightly annoyed. 

‘Yeah! As a matter of fact, there is!’ She placed her hands on her hips, ‘now the well-being of Jackson is at risk all because you decided to come here!’ 

‘Look, I didn’t know they’d follow us OK!? You think I’d purposely bring them here?! To hurt you?'

‘Listen, I don’t know what your motive is! But right now, you are the bad guy!’ 

That stung August in the chest. 

‘You think that lowly of me?! Roslyn, you know me!’

‘Ha!’ Roslyn cackled. ‘You think because you threw me a surprise birthday party you think I should know you better?!’ 

A loud screech filled the air, causing them to look ahead. They waited for a second before the grunting became guttural screaming. 

‘They’ve heard us.’

‘Fuck!’ Roslyn cursed as she pulled out her gun. 

Two runners emerged from the darkness of the trees and stumbling behind them were two clickers. 

‘CLICKER!!’ August shouted as he shot at the runners. 

Roslyn began to shoot at their heads. Pieces of cordycep growth ricochet off of them before she put them down. Letting out a breath in relief, she looked up to see August fighting with the last living infected. 

She aimed the gun at the runner’s head but then August shouted,‘ROS! BEHIND YOU!’ 

Looking back, Roslyn was instantly tackled by a stalker. 

‘Ugh!’ She whimpered out as she fought to keep the infected mouth away from her. She held her arm at its throat as her other hand reached out to search for the gun that flew out of her grasp.

‘ROSLYN!’ August shouted out in fear as he managed to grab his ka-bar and stab the runner in the head. 

The stalker began to chomp down as it stretched its neck to try to get a bite. It was getting harder to hold it back by the second. Suddenly, a gunshot rang in the air and the stalker fell into her chest, dead as a door knob. Her ears rang with an eerie vengeance.

‘Ros! ROSLYN’ August shouted as he rushed over to her. 

With blood and brain fragments on her face, she quickly pushed the dead infected off of her, rolled over and emptied the contents in her stomach. Her hands gripped the snow as she dry heaved. 

August quickly rushed over and grabbed her by her shoulders to look at her, ‘Roslyn! Look at me!’ He grabbed her face so she could look up at him. 

Her heaving had stopped but turned into deep breaths. Her eyes focused on his as they began to calm her down. 

‘Shhh… it’s ok. I've got you remember?!’ 

Roslyn gave him a hesitant nod before she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder, ‘ah!’ 

‘You’re hurt,’ August said as his eyes landed on the ripped piece of cloth. 

‘Let’s get this off of you yeah?’ He then unzipped her coat and dropped it to the ground. 

When he looked back up, he’d immediately saw the torn fabric of her sweater on her shoulder. His heart shattered at the grim sight. 

‘Ros…’

Roslyn looked down to find the searing pain. She’d been bitten. 

‘Ah! Oooh… ooh my god!’ She shuddered out, trembling in pain.

This would mean she'd have to tell her deepest darkest secret. The secret that could get everyone around her killed. 

‘Ros, Ros, Roslyn— it’s alright! Look!’ He said as his breathing began to hitch. 

‘It’s not that bad!’ He began to laugh hysterically, ‘it’s … it’s going to be alright… please. Tell me everything is going to be alright!’ his vision began to blur at the bloodied sight. 

‘August…’ she let out a shuddered breath as she caressed his jaw, ‘I have something to tell you. But you have to promise me not to tell anyone. Only Ellie, Joel and Tommy know of this.’

August’s face softened as he looked down at her. 

He carefully took her small hand in his and squeezed it, ‘I promise… what is it?’ 

Roslyn bit into her bottom lip before hissing at the throbbing pain. 

She placed her hand over her shoulder, ‘I’m immune.’

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Revealed: Meghans maternity wardrobe cost over £500k

29 August: Watching Hamilton in London

While it may have been very early on in her pregnancy, with Meghan’s due date approaching it seems clear she was likely pregnant while watching Hamilton in London in late August 2018. She wore a £310 Judith & Charles tuxedo dress, teamed with £560 Paul Andrew shoes and £225 Shaun Leane earrings 

Digital dress by Judith & Charles £310

Paul Andrew ‘Pump It’ shoes £561

Shaun Leane Vermeil Talon earrings £225 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,096 

4 September: Attended the annual WellChild Awards at The Royal Lancaster Hotel     

Meghan pinned her hair back and wore all black including a Acacia One-Button Blazer costing £1200 and Altuzarra’s High-Waisted Boot-Cut Wool Pants, £598, for the WellChild awards

Acacia One-Button Blazer £1200

Altuzarra’s High-Waisted Boot-Cut Wool Pants £598

Deitas Coco camisole £277

Stella McCartney Shaggy Deer Faux Leather Crossbody Bag £660

Aquazzura ‘Simply Irresistible’ shoes in black £482  

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £3,217 

6 September: Attended the ‘100 Days to Peace’ Gala

Pregnancy rumours boomed when Meghan wore this ruffled front £1,277 Jason Wu dress for an event in September, with many suggesting the detailing could be hiding a baby bump 

Jason Wu dress £1,277

Aquazzura ‘Portrait of a Lady’ pumps in blue £640

Bespoke Dior clutch £1,369

Birks Snowflake Snowstorm Diamond Earrings £6,780 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £10,066 

 20 September: Cookbook launch

Meghan, pictured with her mother Doria Ragland and Prince Harry, opted for a bold blue coat and £297 Sarah Flint Jay 100 pumps for the official launch of Together: Our Community Cookbook at Kensington Palace

Smythe Peaked Lapel Wool Blend Coat £900

Tuxe Bodywear Renegade Bodysuit £226

Misha Nonoo skirt £188 

Catbird stackable rings £33

Sarah Flint Jay 100 pumps  £297 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,644

24 September: Coach Core Awards in Loughborough 

This Oscar de la Renta blouse (£1,725) also pointed royal fans toward the assumption that Meghan could well be pregnant when she attended the Coach Core Awards at Loughborough University in September 2018 

Oscar de la Renta blouse £1,725 

Altuzarra High-Waisted Boot-Cut Wool Pants (previously worn) 

Pascale Monvoisin Cauri N°2 9-karat rose gold, onyx and diamond necklace £358

Shoes £483

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2926 

25 September: Opening of Oceania exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts

For a visit to the Royal Academy, the Duchess wore a Givenchy midi dress and carried a matching clutch by the brand, teamed with Aquazzura Deneuve Pumps and Birks Snowflake Snowstorm Diamond Earrings – with her total outfit cost totting up to more than £4,800

Givenchy Black Velvet-Appliquéd Midi Dress with pleated sheer sleeves £2,810

Givenchy Clutch £1,499

Aquazzura Deneuve Pumps £565

Birks Snowflake Snowstorm Diamond Earrings (previously worn) 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £4,874 

 3 October: First official visit to Sussex 

For her first official visit to Sussex, the Duchess looked smart in a leather pencil skirt from Hugo Boss, teamed with a silk shirt from & Other Stories. The total cost of her outfit came to more than £4,000

Emporio Armani Cashmere Double Cloth Coat with Classic Lapels £1,280

Straight Fit Silk Shirt from & Other Stories £75

Hugo Boss leather pencil skirt with panelled structure £448 

Gabriela Hearst Demi Satin Tote £1,503

Adina Reyter Pavé Teardrop Necklace £315 

Missoma Manta Open Heart Signet Ring £85, Catbird rings (previously worn)    

The 18ct Gold Vermeil Double Chain Bracelet, the Gold Leaf bracelet and the Gold Plated Rainbow Moonstone Beaded Leaf Bracelet £219 

Stuart Weitzman pumps £283 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £4,208 

 12 October: Princess Eugenie and Jack Brooksbank’s Wedding

Meghan attended the second royal wedding of the year wearing a bespoke coat and dress by her favourite brand Givenchy in October 2018. Her outfit cost an estimated £10K

Bespoke coat and dress by Givenchy £2,999

Noel Stewart custom made headpiece £399 

Prada Leather Gloves  £286 

Givenchy GV3 small suede and leather cross-body bag £1,499

Manolo Blahnik BB pumps £710

Pippa Small Rings £1,883 

Pippa Small bracelets  £1,657

18-karat gold Herkimer diamond earrings £495

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £9,928

15 October: Arriving in Sydney for the royal tour 

The Duchess arrived in Sydney wearing a Givency black and maroon wool coat and a comfortable Wolford Portland Turtleneck

Givenchy black and maroon wool coat: Approx £2,000

Karen Walker ‘Temptation’ stud earrings: £172.61  

Sarah Flint Jay pumps: £478 

Jeans £147 

Wolford Portland Turtleneck: £160 

16 October:  Sydney, Taronga Zoo and Sydney Opera House

The Duchess of Sussex opted for a white dress and trench coat, pictured, during her and Harry’s visit to Taronga Zoo in Sydney on the first day of their visit to Australia

Karen Gee ‘Blessed’ dress: £972 

Stuart Weitzman Legend High Heel Pumps: £360 

Martin Grant trench coat: £1,287

Krewe ‘Gravier’ shades: £384.86 

Diana’s butterfly earrings and bangles: N/A 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £3,003.86

 16 October afternoon: Afternoon reception at Admiralty House

For an afternoon reception hosted by the Governor-General and Lady Cosgrove at Admiralty House, Sydney, Meghan opted for a dress and Princess Diana’s earrings

Brandon Maxwell dress: £1,728 

Dior Essence pumps in nude: £490

Princess Diana’s butterfly earrings and gold bracelet: N/A

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,218

 17 October: Dubbo community BBQ, Victoria Park

Meghan, 37, covered the first hints of her baby bump in an oversized white shirt by Maison Kitsune, teamed with an oversized grey check blazer from her friend Serena William’s fashion range

Outland Denim Harriet jean in Black: £150

Maison Kitsune white button-down collar shirt: £150

J. Crew Sadie ankle boots in suede: £178

Boss oversized blazer by Serena Williams: £109.95

Natalie Marie Precious Initial necklace: £272

Pascale Monvoisin Cauri Nº2 necklace: £357

Earrings:  £372

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,588

18 October Reception at Government House

Meghan started off the day at Melbourne’s Government House wearing an elegant ‘folded sail’ dress from Australian label Dion Lee. She teamed the navy number with a Martin Grant trench coat, which she later removed (pictured)

Dion Lee Folded Sail dress: £703.23 

Gucci Sylvie chain bag: £1,510

Manolo Blahnik BB navy stilettos: £556  

Shaun Leane gold diamond cuff bangle: £995 

Martin Grant trench coat: As above 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £3,764.23

Melbourne: South Melbourne Beach 

After starting the day in a bussinesslike navy ensemble, Meghan later changed into flats to take a stroll along South Melbourne Beach. The shoes, from eco-friendly label Rothy’s, are made from recycled bottles once destined for landfill and cost £110

Club Monaco dress: £325.26 

Rothy’s pumps: £110

Martin Grant trench coat: As above 

Shaun Leane gold diamond cuff bangle: As above 

Earrings £493

OUTFIT TOTAL: £928

19 October Sydney: Bondi Beach

Despite the damp and dreary conditions, Meghan looked radiant in a khaki maxi-dress from Melbourne-born designer Martin Grant’s 2019 Resort collection – teamed with Castaner espadrilles – as she touched down at Bondi Beach with Prince Harry

Martin Grant pleated stripe long dress: £1,080 

Castaner canvas wedge espadrilles: £80  

Adina Reyter teardrop pendant: £228 

Earrings:  £298 

Rings: £997

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2683

Sydney: Macarthur Girls High School 

The royal couple visited Macarthur Girls High School on the fourth day of their whistle-stop tour of Australia. She wore a blue colour block midi dress from British label Roksanda’s pre-AW18 collection, teamed with her trusty Stuart Weitzman pumps and a white gold bracelet from her favourite jewellery designer, Maison Birks

Roksanda ‘Athena’ dress: £1,850

Stuart Weitzman nude pumps: As above 

Maison Birks 18ct white gold flex wrap bracelet: £2,538

Maison Birks topaz earrings: £498 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £4,886

20 October: Opening the ANZAC War Memorial, Hyde Park

Harry and Meghan were greeted by adoring fans as they opened a new extension of the war memorial at Sydney’s Hyde Park in a surprise appearance. The couple arrived at Hyde Park with NSW Governor David Hurley, a former chief of the defence force

Emilia Wickstead ‘Camilla’ wool crepe dress: Approx £1,595

Philip Treacy OC 471 hat: Approx £780 

Givenchy clutch: (as above) 

Tabitha Simmons ‘Millie’ shoes: £566.09 

Earrings: £373

Rings: £1,895 

Bracelet: £1,243 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £6452 

Invictus Games Driving Challenge

Harry and Meghan traded their formal attire for casual looks as they took a boat across Sydney Harbour to Cockatoo Island for a special Invictus Games car challenge. The Duke and Duchess of Sussex took the private vessel from Admiralty House in Kirribilli where they were staying a guest of Governor General Sir Peter Cosgrove

Altazzura ‘Acacia’ blazer in white: £1,202

Mother ‘Looker’ skinny jeans in black: £159

Tabitha Simmons ‘Millie’ shoes: As above  

Illesteva ‘Palm Beach’ sunglasses: £196

Invictus Games branded black shirt: Approx £21.89

Rings: £1,341

Earrings:  £298

OUTFIT TOTAL: £3217

Invictus Games Opening Ceremony 

In a rare move, Meghan recycled a previously worn item when she joined Harry for the Invictus Games opening ceremony on Saturday night. She dug out a navy Stella McCartney cape dress first wore during the Queen’s birthday celebrations

Stella McCartney cape-back ‘Cady’ sheath dress: £1,526.17

Dior navy satin clutch: Approx £1,412.92

Gillian Anderson x Winser London swing coat: £395 

Stuart Weitzman Legend High Heel Pumps: As above 

Birks cushion cut sapphire and diamond earrings: £12,021.53

Bracelet:  £1954

Rings: £668

OUTFIT TOTAL: £15,355.62

21 October: Lunch reception, The Pavilion Restaurant

Meghan opted for head-to-toe monochrome when she joined Prince Harry for an Invictus Games lunch with the Australian Prime Minister in Sydney. After skipping an earlier engagement due to exhaustion, she arrived by car to join her husband for a lunch hosted by the Australian Prime Minister at the city’s trendy Pavilion Restaurant

L’Agence ‘Brea’ pinstriped linen and cotton-blend blazer: £510  

Aquazzura Deneuve Bow Pumps in black: £490 

Orton ‘Avalon’ zip top crossbody bag: £171

Belt:  £385 

Earrings:  £1310

Outland Denim Harriet jean in Black: As above

Wolford Portland Turtleneck: As above  

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,171

 Invictus sailing race, Sydney Harbour

Following lunch on Sunday, the couple, who are expecting their first child together in Spring 2019, wrapped up in Invictus Games branded waterproof jackets as they headed out into Sydney Harbour to take in the action at a sailing event

Invictus Games branded waterproof: Approx £87.45 

Veja perforated toe sneakers: £115 

Black jeans: As above

Krewe ‘Gravier’ shades: As above 

Wolford Portland Turtleneck: As above   

OUTFIT TOTAL: £202.45 

22 October: Arriving at Kingfisher Bay, Fraser Island 

The Duchess channelled Pretty Woman in a casual polka dot dress from & Other Stories when she touched down on Fraser Island. The Duchess remained at the luxury resort where she and Harry were staying on the island for a much-needed rest

& Other Stories Waist Knit Midi Dress: £89

Sarah Flint ‘Grear’ sandals: £277

Karen Walker ‘Northern Lights’ sunglasses: £221

OUTFIT TOTAL: £587 

 Exploring Kingfisher Bay, Fraser Island 

The Duchess of Sussex stepped out in one of her most daring ensembles yet when she sported a thigh-flashing dress on Fraser Island on Monday. Meghan, 37, wore the Reformation ‘Pineapple’ dress to explore the Australian tourist spot – where temperatures hit a balmy 24°C on Monday – with Prince Harry

Reformation ‘Pineapple’ dress: £166.56 

Sarah Flint ‘Grear’ sandals: As above 

Karen Walker ‘Northern Lights’ sunglasses: As above

Earrings:  £375 

Necklace: £672

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1213

Sydney: Garden party at Government House

Meghan wore a £1,536 Jason Wu ruched-trim sleeveless crepe sheath day dress to a private reception for Invictus Athletes at Government House in Sydney 

Jason Wu ruched-trim sleeveless crepe sheath day dress : £1,536

Jimmy Choo black ‘J Box’ clutch: £750

Aquazzura Deneuve Bow Pumps in powder pink: £490 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,776

23 October: Leaving Hervey Bay Airport

The duchess, who is pregnant with her first child, boarded a Qantas jet on 23 October in an old linen shirt from J.Crew teamed with skinny jeans (pictured), before emerging on the other side in an elegant white dress from Australian label Zimmermann

J. Crew linen shirt: £171

Aquazzura DJ mules: £490 

Outland skinny jeans: As above

Karen Walker sunglasses: As above  

Adina Reyter Pavé Teardrop Necklace: As above 

Pascale Monvoisin Cauri Nº2 Necklace: As above

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £661

Fiji: Arriving at at Nausori Airport 

While on board the plane to Fiji, Meghan changed into an unusually demure white dress by Australian label Zimmermann (pictured), a label generally known for its statement prints and fabrics. She emerged at Nausori Airport looking glowing and refreshed

Custom Zimmermann dress: Approx £600

Stephen Jones hat: Approx £2,000

Kayu Anna clutch bag: £173.52 

Earrings: A gift from the Queen (N/A)

Bracelet: A gift from the Prince of Wales (N/A) 

Tabitha Simmons ‘Millie’ shoes: As above  

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,773.52

Fiji: Black tie reception at the Grand Pacific Hotel

The Duchess of Sussex showed off her growing baby bump as she attended a lavish black tie reception with Prince Harry on the first day of their royal visit to Fiji on Tuesday 23 October. She wore a Ginkgo cape dress from SAFiYAA in ‘Fijian blue’ (pictured)

SAFiYAA ‘Ginkgo’ cape dress: £1,095 

Butani Diamond drop earrings: £21,326

Manolo Blahnik BB navy stilettos: £471

OUTFIT TOTAL: £22, 892 

24 October : University of the South Pacific; local market in Suva

Meghan beamed in a vibrant red gown on Wednesday morning as she walked hand-in-hand with Prince Harry to the University of the South Pacific in Suva (pictured), before visiting a local market. She paired the red number with Castaner espadrilles

Figue ‘Frederica’ dress: £1,250

Castaner canvas wedge espadrilles: As above    

Shaun Leane ‘Serpent’ trace slim bracelet: £5,198

Karen Walker ‘Temptation’ stud earrings: As above

Hand woven cloth bag: Approx £20

OUTFIT TOTAL: £6468

25 October:  Departing Nadi Airport 

The Duchess of Sussex started the day in a forest green Jason Wu design as she waved of her hosts at Nadi Airport in Fiji (pictured), before going on to change her outfit twice after touching down in Tonga. She teamed the dress with her Manolo Blahnik heels

Jason Wu Collection fitted mid-length dress: Approx £2,229  

Pippa Small Peepal leaf earrings: £3,175

Pippa Small ‘Oshna’ bangle: £115

Pippa Small ‘Omeen’ bangle: £160

Dior navy satin clutch: As above 

Manolo Blahnik BB navy stilettos: As above 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £5,679

Arriving at Fua’amotu Airport, Nuku’alofa 

Meghan, 37, battled the elements as she and Harry disembarked the private jet at Fua’amotu Airport on Thursday in a £380 Self Portrait dress, teamed with Manolo Blahnik pumps. There was further embarrassment for the duchess as eagle-eyed royal watchers noticed the price tag was still hanging off her designer frock

Self Portrait customised pleated floral gown: Approx £380

Dior navy satin clutch: As above 

Manolo Blahnik BB navy stilettos: As above 

Earrings: £1310

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1690

 Evening reception at the Royal Palace, Nuku’alofa 

Meghan and Harry met the King of Tonga on Thursday evening for a glittering reception and dinner, formally kicking off the Fiji leg of the royal tour. The duchess stunned in a dress by Theia Couture, described as a ‘cap sleeve beaded silk satin column gown’

Theia Couture column gown: Approx £1,000

Givenchy satin clutch with jewellery clasp: £1,390  

Birks ‘Snowflake Snowstorm’ diamond earrings in white gold: £7,137.36  

Aquazzura Deneuve Bow Pumps in black: As above 

Princess Diana’s Aquamarine Ring:  £74, 893

OUTFIT TOTAL: Approximately £84,493

26 October: Meeting with the Prime Minister, Nuku’alofa

The Duchess met with the Prime Minister of Tonga, S. Akilisi Pohiva, with Harry in Nuku’alofa on Friday morning. Meghan wore a striped dress by Australian designer Martin Grant and the Manolo Blahnik BB heels she wore at Prince Louis’ christening

Martin Grant Striped Cotton Dress: £1,062  

Prada Bibliothèque Bag: £1,280 

Manolo Blahnik BB pumps in Olive: £495

Birks ‘Bee Chic’ white quartz earrings: £205   

OUTFIT TOTAL: £3,042

 Tupou College, Tongatapu

Meghan changed into an all-blue ensemble as she and Harry attended the unveiling of The Queen’s Commonwealth Canopy at Tupou College on Friday. The pregnant Duchess looked stylish in a Veronica Beard shirt dress and pale blue heels

Veronica Beard Cary Dress: £464

Madison 12-Hour Side Cut-Out Pump: £95

Adina Reyter 14k Gold Three Diamond Amigos Curve Posts: £388.54 

Pippa Small Aquamarine Double Colette Pendant: £1,400  

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,347.54 

 Australian Geographic Society Awards 

Just hours after touching down in Australia on Friday, Meghan had changed into a stunning Oscar de la Renta designer gown – teamed with her BB pumps – to attend the Australian Geographic Society Gala Awards at the Shanghai-La hotel

Custom Oscar de la Renta gown: Approx £10,000

Aquazzura Deneuve Bow Pumps in black: As above 

Rings:  £1,691

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £11,691

27 October: Invictus Games wheelchair basketball final

The Duchess of Sussex wore a £429 Theodore Scanlan crepe knit jacket for the Invictus Games wheelchair basketball final at the Quay centre on Saturday 27th October, teamed with her trusty Outland skinny jeans and favourite Sarah Flint pumps

Theodore Scanlan crepe knit jacket: £429

Shaun Leane Vermeil ‘Talon’ earring x2: 176

Outland ‘Harriet’ jeans: as above

Sarah Flint ‘Jay’ pumps: As above

OUTFIT TOTAL: £605

 Invictus Games closing ceremony

For the Invictus Games closing ceremony, Meghan wore an Antonio Berardi tuxedo dress which is believed to cost around £1,500, paired with Aquazzura ‘Casablanca’ pumps and jewellery from new favourite Pippa Small 

Antonio Berardi tuxedo dress: around £1,500

Aquazzura ‘Casablanca’ pumps: £505

Bag: £170 

Natalie Marie dotted ‘Mana’ studs: £295.42

Pippa Small ‘Omeen’ bangle: As above 

Pippa Small ‘Oshna’ bangle: As above 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,470.42

28 October: Boarding a Royal New Zealand Air Force aircraft

The Duchess of Sussex bid farewell to Australia in a showstopping burgundy dress by Hugo Boss on Sunday. She teamed a cotton jersey dress by Hugo Boss with a Cuyana mini chain saddle bag and her trusty Aquazzura ‘Casablanca’ pumps again

Boss by Hugo Boss slim-fit dress with detachable belt: £249

Cuyana mini chain saddle bag: £175.33

Aquazzura ‘Casablanca’ pumps: As above

Earrings: £4809 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £5233

Touching down in New Zealand

The Duchess of Sussex matched her trademark taste for high fashion with a budget black dress as she and Prince Harry touched down in Wellington for the next leg of their tour on Monday. Meghan paired a Karen Walker trench coat with a maternity dress before enjoying a traditional welcome ceremony on the lawns of Government House

Karen Walker ‘Banks’ trench coat: £518

ASOS Design maternity ‘wiggle’ dress: £35 

Sarah Flint Jay pumps: As above 

Birks Muse citrine and diamond drop earrings: £1,963  

 OUTFIT TOTAL: £2516

Speech at Government House

For her speech at Government House, Meghan wore a navy cocktail dress by New York-based Gabriela Hearst, modified to include delicate cap sleeves

Gabriela Hearst navy cocktail dress: Approx £1,944.20

Jessica McCormack tattoo diamond pendant: £8,900

Birks ‘Snowflake’ large round jacket earrings: £5,250

Dior ‘Bee’ navy leather pouch: As above

Shoes £300 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £16,394

29 October: Visiting Maranui Cafe

The Duchess of Sussex wore a Club Monaco trench coat over a Jac and Jack jumper and Outland Denim jeans to visit the cafe in Wellington, New Zealand on Monday

Club Monaco ‘Ellayne’ trench: Approx. £372.80

Jac + Jack ‘Trani’ sweater: £278.38

Stuart Weitzman ‘Veruka’ lace-up boots: £650.07 

Outland ‘Harriet’ jeans: As above 

Earrings:  £169

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,470

Walking in Abel Tasman National Park

The royal couple strolled hand in hand in the drizzle at Abel Tasman National Park on Monday October 29th in Wellington, New Zealand. Meghan, 37, wore a raincoat from Falmouth-based brand Seasalt Cornwall teamed with her Outland jeans and trainers

Seasalt Cornwall raincoat: Approx £79.95

Stella McCartney x Stan Smith trainers: £235

Loro Piana cashmere silk scarf: £495.51 

Outland ‘Harriet’ jeans: As above 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £810.46

Visit to Courtenay Creative 

Harry and Meghan chatted to actors in costume at Courtenay Creative in Wellington on Monday marking the next leg of their New Zealand visit. The Duchess wore a white tuxedo dress by Maggie Marilyn, a Kiwi designer, teamed with her Manolo Blahniks

Maggie Marilyn ‘Leap of Faith’ dress: £520

Coat:  £393 

Necklace: £8991

Earrings: £169  

Manolo Blahnik BB navy stilettos : As above 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £10,073

30 October: Queen’s Commonwealth Canopy dedication 

The Duchess of Sussex donned a $575 (GBP £317) blazer by New Zealand designer, Karen Walker, which she paired with J. Crew Toothpick jeans and $219 (GBP £120) wellington boots by Muck as she arrived arrived to dedicate a 20-hectare area of native bush to The Queen’s Commonwealth Canopy in Auckland

 Karen Walker ‘fathom’ cropped jacket: £255.15

J. Crew ‘Toothpick’ jeans: £75

Muck Boots Company ‘Reign’ riding boots: £163.50

Boh Runga earrings (a gift from the Prime Minister): N/A

Necklace:  £8,991

Lavender Hill Clothing scoop neck t-shirt: £34  

OUTFIT TOTAL: £9,518

Pillars charity launch 

The Duchess of Sussex ditched her Muck wellington boots for trusty Stuart Weitzman Legend stilettos, pairing them with a Brandon Maxwell customised version of the Flutter Sheath dress to launch Pillars children’s charity in Auckland

Brandon Maxwell flutter sleeve sheath dress (customised): Approx £1,728 

Burberry silk ‘Maythorne’ sleeved trench: Approx £1,880.77 

Stuart Weitzman Legend High Heel Pumps: As above 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £3,608.77

Auckland War Museum 

The Duchess recycled a gown which she previously wore back in May 2017 for her first polo event with Harry early in their relationship, teamed with her Aquazzura Deneuve Bow Pumps, as she touched down at the Auckland War Memorial Museum

Antonio Berardi ruffle midi dress: £2,683

Dior navy satin clutch: As above 

Aquazzura Deneuve Bow Pumps in powder pink: As above

Emily Mortimer Nova Gold White Topaz Earrings: £350 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £3,033 

31 October: Welcome ceremony

For the final official day of the royal tour, the Duchess of Sussex wore a customised navy blue midi dress by Stella McCartney. Meghan also wore her Boh Runga Discologo Gold Earrings, which were given to her as a gift from the Prime Minister of New Zealand, Jacinda Ardern, and a traditional necklace

Stella McCartney dress: £2,159 

Manolo Blahnik BB Pumps in Navy Suede (as above)

Boh Runga Discologo Gold Earrings (gifted)

Kiri Nathan Pounamu Necklace: (gifted)   

 OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,159

Government Gardens 

The Duchess wore a bespoke knitted top and pleated skirt by her wedding dress designer Givenchy, estimated to have cost £2,210, on her final day in New Zealand

Givenchy bespoke navy pleated Skirt:  £1,540

Givenchy bespoke knitted top: £670 

Manolo Blahnik BB Pumps in Navy Suede (as above)

Boh Runga Discologo Gold Earrings (gifted) 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2,210

Redwoods Tree Walk

Meghan rocked casual chic in Mother jeans and a £399 Norrøna oslo lightweight down850 jacket for a forest walk in Rotorua

Givenchy Bespoke Navy Crew Neck Sweater: (as above)

Norrøna oslo lightweight down850 jacket: £399

Birdies Black ‘Blackbird’ Flats: £94

Boh Runga Yellow Gold Earrings: (gifted)

Mother Denim ‘Looker’ Skinny Jeans: (as above)    

OUTFIT TOTAL: £493 

10 November: Their First Festival of Remembrance 

Meghan wore a stylish black Stella McCartney coat with a bow on the front, pictured, at the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall in November

Black Stella McCartney coat £1,345

V-neck dress £49

Faux leather Stella McCartney clutch £659

Earrings £373 

Manolo Blahnik pumps (as above)  

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2426

13 November: Commemorative Dinner at Kensington Palace

Pippa Small statement earrings £12,405

19 November: Royal variety performance

Meghan and Harry attended The Royal Variety Performance at London Palladium,  with the royal wearing Bicolour Strapless Bustier Top (£891) and Gayeta Fishtail Skirt (£791)

Bicolour Strapless Bustier Top £891

Gayeta Fishtail Skirt £791

Birks Snowstorm diamond earrings (as above) 

Simply Irresistible 105 Suede Pumps in black (as above) 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £1682

21 November: Surprise Visit to Hubb Community Kitchen

The royal surprised the Hubb Community Kitchen with a visit in November, and wore a burgundy ensemble for the trip 

Club Monaco Burgundy Daylina Coat £346

Club Monaco Sallyet style dress  £165 

Givenchy Ankle Boots £750

Solange love ring £1,343

Earrings £282

OUTFIT TOTAL: £2886

5 December: ACU Education Event at King’s College London

Meghan wore a Hugo Boss Filonka Short-Sleeve Sweater to meet university leaders, academics and students at King’s College 

Artizia Wilfred Cocoon Coat in ‘petale’ £263  

Hugo Boss Filonka Short-Sleeve Sweater £164

Ring £1343

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £1770

10 December: British Fashion Awards 

Fashionistas were stunned to see Meghan onstage at The Fashion Awards in the Royal Albert Hall 

Bespoke Givenchy designer dress

Tamara Mellon gold Karat sandals £414

 Pippa Small bracelets £357

 Turquoise Mountain Foundation earrings £50 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £821 

18 December: Visit to Brinsworth House

The Duchess of Sussex wore an outfit worth £1,894 to visit residential care home Brinsworth House in Twickenham 

Soia & Kyo Adelaida style wool coat £414

BROCK Collection Odilia dress £786

Aquazzura Deneuve bow pumps in grey £490

Wilbur & Gussie Charlie Oyster clutch £204

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1894

19 December: Queen’s lunch

Meghan wore a long sleeved floral Erdem dress, pictured, for lunch with the Queen

Floral Erdem dress £1,254

Cartier stud earrings £12,430  

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £13,684

25 December: Christmas Day church service

The Duchess of Sussex wore a full Victoria Beckham outfit for the Christmas Day service at Sandringham 

Victoria Beckham Tailored Slim Coat £2,309 

Victoria Beckham custom made dress £942

Victoria Beckham boots £1,292

Victoria Beckham clutch £1,601

Prada gloves (as above)  

British milliner Awon Golding headpiece  £328

Jennifer Meyer 18 Karat Gold Turquoise necklace £565

Other jewelry including  ring and earrings £621

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £7,658

10 January: Smart Works visit 

Wearing an Oscar de la Renta cotton-twill coat worth £2,252, Meghan visited Smart Works in London in January 

Oscar de la Renta cotton-twill coat £2,252

Eliza dress by maternity brand Hatch £164

Victoria Beckham Vanity Box leather tote £1,439

Gianvito Rossi pumps £670

Kamai Felicity earrings £627

 OUTFIT TOTAL: £5,152

14 January: Birkenhead

A surprisingly bright ensemble for the Duchess, who is known for wearing navy and black throughout her pregnancy, this outfit was worth a total of £3383

 The Long Wide Collar Wrap Coat £1,051

Babaton by Artizia Maxwell dress £104

Stuart Weitzman heels £298

 Gabriela Hearst Demi bag in cognac £1,503

Pippa Small Nosheen Stud earrings (see above) 

i+i Crescent Moon Ring £188

Bar jewerly gold plated Wide Ripple Bracelet £239

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £3383

16th January: Pet Charity Visit

For a visit to a pet charity, Meghan opted for all cream including a £26 from H&M’s MAMA collection

Armani Cashmere Double Cloth Coat £1692

Fine Knit Dress H&M’s MAMA collection £26 

Stella McCartney Falabella Shaggy Deer Faux Leather Reversible Tote £863

Paul Andrew Coquette style shoe £509

Signature Midi Knockout Studs in gold and rainbow moonstone £109

 Kismet Circle Dangles bracelet £374

 OUTFIT TOTAL: £3573

16 January: Sentebale Fundraiser

Meghan wore a sparkly Roland Mouret Sarandon Paneled gown at a Sentebale charity event and paired the chic look with Princess Diana’s gold cuff bracelet

Roland Mouret Sarandon Paneled gown £3,482

Stuart Weitzman Nudistsong Sandal heels £300

Princess Diana gold cuff bracelet £3,488

Pippa Small Kyanite Classic Stud Earrings £373

OUTFIT TOTAL: £7,643

30 January: First Official National Theatre Visit 

Meghan wore a nude ensemble for her visit to the National Theatre in January. The outfit was worth a total of £4641

Brandon Maxwell V-Neck Mini Dress £1,428

Brandon Maxwell blazer  £1,654

white and gold Carolina Herrera clutch £817

Aquazzura Matilde pumps £524

Tresses Bar Stud earrings   £218

OUTFIT TOTAL: £4,641

31 January: ACU Events 

Meghan kept it simple for a visit to the Association of Commonwealth Universities at City, University Of London, by wearing Manolo Blahnik shoes and a Givenchy coat

Givenchy black coat (as above) 

Manolo Blahnik pair £471

Bracelet £608

Dean Davidson Signature Knockout studs £109

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £1116

 February 1: Bristol

Meghan wore an Oscar de la Renta dress and green accessories for a trip to the Old Vic in Bristol 

Oscar de la Renta Enchanted Forest Silk-Chiffon dress £1875 

Sarah Flint Marina Boots £523

Ralph Lauren purse £674 

Pippa Small Herkimer diamond studs £492  

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £3,564

 February 7: Endeavour Fund Award Nominees

The mother-to-be looked classy in a floor length black skirt and Aquazzura Rendez Vous 105 mules for the Endeavour Fund awards at Drapers’ Hall in London

 Aquazzura Rendez Vous 105 mules £565

 Black Givenchy clutch (as above) 

 Ecksand Ruby Cocktail ring £1203

 Vanessa Tugendhast Precious earrings £640 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £2,408

February 12:  Natural History Museum Gala 

Donning a classic dress and coat ensemble, Meghan attended a Gala performance of The Wider Earth at The Natural History Museum in February 

Amanda Wakeley Sculpted Coat £892

Calvin Klein roll neck dress £1,126

Vanessa Tugendhast Precious earrings (as above) 

Ralph Lauren purse (as above) 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £1018 

February 19: New York baby shower 

Meghan wore a Courreges haute couture black trapeze coat for her trip to New York

Courreges haute couture black trapeze coat £2,324

H&M mamma shaping jeans £53 

Mariola Matryoshka Locked L shopping bag £893

Le Specs Air Heart Sunglasses £37 

Earrings: £493 

Bracelet: £608 

Ring: £1345

 OUTFIT TOTAL: £5753

February 19: Baby shower 

Seven-months-pregnant Meghan wore Tamara Mellon Kindred Mid Calf Haircalf Boots and a long coat to her baby shower in New York

Victoria Beckham Tailored Slim coat £2,324

Tamara Mellon Kindred Mid Calf Haircalf Boots £524 

Stella McCartney Falabella chain tote £893

Earrings  £493 

Scarf £493 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £4727 

23 February: Arriving in Casablanca

The Duchess of Sussex arrived in Morocco in style, touching down at Casablanca airport on Saturday evening in a custom Valentino dress which cost a reported £600

Maison Valentino haute couture dress: Approx £600 

Natalie Marie stud earrings: £1,341

Gianvito Rossi leather pumps:  £510 

Gianvito Rossi leather gloves: £405 

Valentino calfskin crossbody bag: £1,360 

 OUTFIT TOTAL: £4,216

 24 February: Visit to girls’ boarding house in Asni 

Meghan opted for a casual look on Sunday, wearing a pair of recycled Birdies slippers with jeans, a designer blazer and a cashmere jumper from her friend Misha Nonoo

HATCH Nearly Skinny maternity jeans: £189.99

Alice + Olivia blazer: £395.34 

Birdies slippers (recycled): £91.93  

Wilfred diamond mosaic blanket scarf: £67.42 

Boh Runga stud earrings: £172.49  

Illesteva sunglasses: £183.84 

Misha Nonoo black cashmere jumper: £172.17  

Outfit change; Manolo Blahnik black satin slingbacks: £575  

Outfit change; Aritzia Babaton ‘Roland’ blouse: £97.68

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,945.89 (includes one outfit change)

Evening reception at British Ambassador’s residence, Rabat

For Sunday night, Meghan pulled out all the stops at an evening reception at the ambassador’s residence in Rabat, wearing a bespoke Dior gown and matching clutch

Dior cape dress: Approx £90,000 

Dior lamé lambskin heels: £590 

Dior D-Bee Gold Satin Clutch: £1,389.84

Birks Snowstorm diamond earrings: £6,966  

OUTFIT TOTAL: £98,945.84

25 February: Visit to RFES; cooking demonstration in Rabat

The Duchess once again plumped for a casual look on Monday, wearing a comfy Equipment top with a pair of skinny jeans and high heeled Stuart Weitzman boots

Ecksand Tresses gold earrings: £290

GAS Bijoux earrings: £164.69

Stuart Weitzman ankle boots: £450

J.Crew Field Mechanic jacket (recycled): £185

Rag + Bone jeans: Approx £215 

Equipment Breton stripe top: £228.28

OUTFIT TOTAL: £1,532

 Visit to the Andalusian Gardens 

On Monday afternoon, Meghan went for a simple black mini dress which she paired with a cream blazer and a pair of Manolo Blahnik slingbacks she wore previously

Babaton by Aritzia cream jacket: £151.40

Loyd/ Ford pleated mini dress: £432.79

Manolo Blahnik slingbacks: As above

OUTFIT TOTAL: £584.19

 Meeting with King Mohammed VI at his Rabat Residence

The Duchess of Sussex dazzled in a custom Carolina Herrera gown and Dior clutch on Monday evening for a reception at the residence of King Mohammed VI in Rabat

Carolina Herrera custom dress: Approx £2,252  

Gianvito Rossi satin pumps: Approx £510

Dior D-Bee Gold Satin Clutch: As above 

Earrings: £12,430 

Rings: £4,510 

OUTFIT TOTAL: £20,376 

March 5: Reception Marking Charles’ 50 Years as Prince of Wales

Meghan shone in a fitted coat and gold dress, pictured, for the fiftieth anniversary of the investiture of the Prince of Wales 

Amanda Wakeley Crombie coat £892

Bespoke custom made dress  

Paul Andrew ‘Pump It Up’ shoes (as before) 

Wilbur & Gussie Charlie Oyster clutch (as before) 

Birks gold bar earrings £283

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £1,175

 March 6: Surprise We Day Appearance

Meghan looked stylish in £170 maternity jeans and a navy cashmere blazer during her surprise appearance at We Day

Ralph Lauren Collection Parker navy cashmere blazer £2,259

Rag & Bone maternity jeans £170

Top £38 

Jennifer Meyer Mummy necklace £640

Manolo Blahnik BB pumps (as before) 

Pippa Small Herkimer Diamond Greek and Cup rings  £450 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £3,557

March 8: IWD Panel

Duchess of Sussex joined a panel for discussion on International Women’s Day at King’s College London

Reiss Azzura Swirl Printed dress £260

Alexander McQueen black blazer £1500

Stella McCartney clutch (as before) 

Manolo Blahnik BB pumps (as before) 

Jessica McCormack Signature Gypset Hoop earrings £2690

Catbird Threadbare ring and Hamsa Ring, Karen Walker Mini Heart ring £450

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £4,900

11 March: Canada House

Meghan, pictured with Prince Harry, wore a bespoke Erdem coat for a visit to Canada House in London earlier this month

Erdem bespoke coat 

Erdem bespoke dress £1,393 (estimated) 

Aquazzura Deneuve pumps (as above) 

Givenchy black clutch (as above) 

Birks Yellow Gold and Opal earrings £126

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £1,519

11 March: A Connected Commonwealth’ At Westminster Abbey 

Amanda Wakeley Crombie coat (as above) 

Victoria Beckham Printed Crepe Long Sleeve Midi dress £1668 

Victoria Beckham clutch £1499

Victoria Beckham shoes £565 

OUTFIT TOTAL:  £3,732

TOTAL: £514, 839, not including all bespoke pieces  

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Post Human

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Warnings 18+: Cursing , Mentions Of Parental Loss , Violence , Gore , Other than That— Great Conversation between the two 🥰

Pairing: August Walker x Roslyn (Black!Female Oc)

Description: Roslyn gets caught up with training August on becoming a Herding Master.

Word Count: 4.1K

Song: Pretty Places by Aly & AJ

Taglist: @drewharrisonwriter @kingliam2019 @imaslutforcuddles @headcannonxgalore

II

Knock, Knock.

The sudden knocking caused Roslyn’s head to pop up tiredly. She snapped her head over to see if Ellie was here but her bed was perfectly made. Clear evidence that she hadn’t even been there the previous night.

Rolling her eyes, she grumbled tired gibberish and rubbed her face. The knock returned.

‘Ugh! I’m coming, I’m coming damn.’

She shoved the comforter off of her lap and stumbled her way out of bed before dragging herself tiredly to the door.

‘Goddammit, Ellie! I ain’t gone keep—‘

Roslyn pulled the door open to see Maria standing there with her arms folded across her chest with an eyebrow raised.

‘Maria!’ She said surprised as she quickly looked back and stepped down to shut the door behind her. Now she would have to make up a quick lie to save her sister’s ass. ‘I didn’t know you were… making house calls today!’

‘Right…’ Maria said as she stepped back and placed her hands on her hips, ‘Ellie in there?’ She asked, jerking her head towards the door.

Roslyn looked back once again, ‘Y-yeah! She’s sleeping. Y’know— us girls gotta get our beauty rest!’ She gave Maria a gentle punch on the arm as she tried to keep up this facade. If Ellie wasn’t here, she knew exactly where she was and she wasn’t going to sell her out like that.

‘Hmm. Whatever, look. I don’t care if she’s not here. I’ll just simply give you the job.’ She shrugged.

Ros raised a brow, her face instantly hardening. ‘Job? What job?’

‘Oh. It’s nothing you can’t handle! I’m gonna have you riding with August today.’

It had been about 2 weeks since the boys arrived and from what Ros gathered, they were pretty level headed and respectful. They did any and everything Tommy and Maria told them to do. They were almost like the kids they never had!

Even with Mike’s injury, he did the best he could.

Since the day at the bar, August and Roslyn haven’t really spoken. Just when they’d walk past it was always a “hi” or “bye” but they never stuck around for casual conversation.

But that was all about to change.

‘What?! Why can’t he ride with Jesse?! Dina?’

‘Because I have them on different projects today.’

Roslyn let out an annoyed, soulful sigh. As much as she loved her sister, she wanted to wring her neck like a rag.

‘Besides, it’ll give you a better opportunity to get to know him. He’s a very nice guy, Ros. You can’t be hard on everyone who shows up here. His past may not have been great but— we can use him and his brother. I just need your help.’

‘Oh? I know Ms. “I don’t beg anyone for nothing” ain’t beggin’ right now?’

‘I ain’t beggin. It’s a demand. Now, go on now. Meet him at the gymnasium. He spends most of his mornings there.’ She retorted before spinning on the toes of her boots and walking down the steps.

Roslyn grimaced, holding back the litter of curse words that so desperately ached to burn her lips but instead she shouted, ‘Maria! You owe me for this!’

‘More like Ellie does! Hurry up! Y’all better be gone by 10!’ She hollered back.

***

Roslyn was lacing up her boots when she heard the knob turn. Ellie had just walked into the door with the silliest grin on her face.

‘Hello big sis! Anyone came by lookin’ for me?’ Ellie chimed.

Ros breathed through her nose as she stood up and grabbed her coat off the bed. ‘Yes! In fact, someone did!’

‘Who?’

‘Maria.’ She hissed at the name, it bringing her great disdain in the moment.

‘Maria?! What the hell she doin’ here on a Tuesday for?’

‘She sendin’ me on training patrol with August. She was here for you… but she insisted I did it instead.’

Ellie’s green eyes grew slightly at the impactful news. ‘No shit! Well…’

‘It’s fine… don’t even worry about it I guess. It’s said now.’

‘Hey, quit it! Look,’ Ellie sighed out as she pushed her hair out of her face, ‘I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.’

Roslyn’s head fell to the side slightly. She tried her best to remain serious but Ellie began to make silly faces. A smirk managed to curl up on her face and eventually, a laugh escaped her.

‘Alright. Fine. I forgive you I guess! But when I get back, tell me about your night with Dina?’

‘It’s a deal!’

***

Roslyn walked into the training center, smiling as she walked over to the desk where Dan sat snacking on what had seemed to be a breakfast burrito.

‘Top of the morning’, Dan!’

‘Heya kiddo! How yer’ doin’?’ He asked with a grin spread across his lips.

‘Maria’s got me pulling patrol three days in a row.’ She huffed out, ‘You can only imagine how I’m feelin’.’

‘Mmm. I am sorry to hear that but whatever boss lady says, goes.’

‘Yeah. Anyway, is Walker around? Maria told me I could find him here.’

‘Yup. Sign in for me, he’ll be in the weight room.’

Roslyn picked up the pin and signed her name along the line. ‘Thank you, Dan.’

She walked into the weight room of the gymnasium, her eyes scanning the room only to find him pulling his body up over the pull-up bar.

A thin sheet of sweat covered his arms and back with a few droplets sliding down his skin. His trapezius muscles flexing and pulling with every movement. She’d also taken note of those familiar pink star-like scars on his shoulder and back. Then, there was another scar on his lower waistline that had to be 3 inches long. All of them had seemed to be stitched and patched up pretty clean so they must’ve occurred way before his rebellion.

Curiosity befell her. She’d be sure to ask about it later on. But right now she was admiring what God had created. A single drop of sweat cascaded down his spine and she felt her chest tighten at the sight.

Sure, she’s seen men like this— in their prime and what not but he had it all!

For now, she balled all of that up and puffed up her chest. Roslyn walked over to him with her chin high and unphased. ‘Walker!’

August glanced down when he heard his name being called. He was not expecting to see her here. ‘Roslyn!’ He’d let go of the bar and turned to face her, revealing his thick curly chest hair that was drenched in sweat. And this detailed moth tattoo right below his sternum resting at the center of his torso. That was an interesting choice.

‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here. Where’s Ellie?’

Roslyn held her breath for a second, keeping her eyes on his which somehow equally melted her all the same.

‘Ellie couldn’t make it. So I’ll be accompanying you today.’

‘Oh! Well, gimme a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the Stables?’

‘Fine by me.’ She gave him a small smile with a nod.

***

She’d been pacing back and forward, creating infinite tracks in the snow until he heard her name being called.

‘Roslyn!’

She lifted her head to see August jogging in her direction. She then looked at her watch. It was 9:55AM. At least he made it before 10.

‘You’re late, Walker!’

‘Yeah! I know. I’d figured you wouldn’t want to be training some funky dude so I took a quick shower.’

Well, at least he cared about his hygiene. A lot of dudes in this day in age ain’t care too much bout it since everyone was on death row.

She looked up at him as she tried to fight that smile, but it fell through when she giggled, ‘You’re right. I don’t want to be smelling onions, garlic and horseradish. Thanks for the consideration. Let’s go.’

The pair chuckled as they walked together inside of the stables to retrieve their steeds.

Roslyn greeted her horse with a beaming smile as he neighed and nickered.

‘Kentaro.’ She placed her hand on his jaw and gave him a firm pat on his shiny jet black coat, ‘I know you’re tired my boy. But, one more day?’ She whispered as she gently rubbed at his black snout.

He let out a huff of air and nudged her gently.

‘Thank you.’ She giggled and placed a kiss on his jaw before unlocking his stable and grabbing his reins.

Once she made it to the saddle rack, she placed hers on Kentaro’s back and strapped it down.

Suddenly, she snapped her head over at the aggressive neighing, squealing and nickering in the stables.

August was trying to calm down his horse along with others but she was anxious.

Roslyn handed off her reins to Jesse and jogged back into the stables. She snatched the reins out of the keeper’s hand and raised her hands to let her know that she was not a threat.

‘Shhh. Shhhh. Hey, girl. Shhhh.’

Once she began to calm down, Roslyn rubbed at her brown spotted jaw. ‘Shhhh, it’s okay girl. He is no threat. See? Look— Walker!’

August’s eyes grew before he looked at the trainers and keepers. He pressed his index finger at his chest, mouthing the word, ‘me?’

Roslyn let out a gentle giggle and nodded, ‘Gimme your hand.’ She lend out her palm to him, watching as he stared at her then the horse skeptically. ‘I promise she’s sweet when you get to know her.’

He hesitantly placed his large calloused palm into hers and allowed her to guide his hand over to the side of her neck.

The horse let out a gentle whine before letting out a heavy huff from her snout.

‘Shhh. It’s okay girl…that’s it Hera. That’s a sweet girl.’ Ros looked over at August with a gentle smile as his nervousness seemed to fade but was replaced with relief. A gentle smile curled on his lips. ‘I told you. She’s never really been great with men. I guess the more testosterone you carry, the more you give her the ick.’ She giggled before throwing him a wink.

August chuckled as he scratched beneath her jaw, ‘Well, that’s quite the ironic name. Don’t worry, Hera. We’re going to be the best of friends ya?’

Roslyn smiled softly, placing the reins in his hand. ‘Go head and get your saddle. Meet me by the gate when you're finished.’

August gave her a gentle smile, ‘You got it!’ He watched her spin off and walk off towards the gate. Even a blind man could see that he was checking her out. Watching as her hips swayed and her glutes tighten and relax, followed by a jiggle with each step.

She was quite dreamy.

Hera nudged August’s chest, causing him to let out a winded grunt then a chuckle, ‘Alright girl. Let’s get out of here.

***

Roslyn climbed Kentaro and sat down comfortably. She then leaned over to give him an encouraging clap on his neck. ‘Such a good boy.’

‘You talk to all your men like that?’

She looked back to see August well acquainted with Hera; sitting high and mighty on his brand new saddle. She could admit, he looked damn good on top of a horse. With his straight posture and broad shoulders. He belonged there. And she had a gut feeling that he belonged here too.

‘Maybe I do.’ Ros retorted with a sly smirk. ‘I see you finally got on with Hera. How she holdin’ up?’

‘Just fine.’

‘Good.’ She nodded before she looked over at Jesse, ‘Get that gate open, we outta here.’

‘Alright. You guys be careful out there and August, stay vigilant.’

August waved his hand once, ‘No need to warn me. I’ve witnessed enough to make an Army Ranger cry.’

Jesse stared at him with a blank glare. As if that was something to be proud of. But at least he knew how to deal with the dangers beyond the compound.

‘Alright.’ Jesse turned and waved his arm towards the guards at the gate, ‘Open ‘er up!’

Roslyn smirked and looked over at August, ‘Army Ranger huh?’

He gave her a gentle shrug.

She shook her head with her smirk unwavering, watching as they pulled the large wooden gate apart. ‘Seem to shut him up pretty good. Nice one.’

‘Hmph. Thanks.’

The both of them gently kicked at the ribs of their horses, causing them to trot on with their handlers at their reins.

‘Wow!’ August breathed out gently, ‘Look at that incredible view.’

‘It is breathtaking isn’t it? You guys didn’t have views like this in Washington?’

‘We did. It just rained a lot in Seattle. And if we weren't on patrol then we weren’t spending our time looking at the wonders of the world. It was too fucked up out there and we didn’t need that constant reminder… or at least that’s what Isaac lodged in our heads.’

‘Mmf. Sounds like a master manipulator at its finest.’

‘You don’t even know the half.’ August scoffed and rolled his eyes, ‘If only my father knew. Stubborn old fool.’

She pressed her lips together, ‘I’m sorry… about your loss.’

August looked over at her with a perplexed glare, ‘My father’s not dead!’ He hissed.

‘Oh! Oh my god, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have—‘

An exaggerated cackle left August’s lips, startling Roslyn in the process.

‘Wh—what’s so funny?!’ She barked back.

‘You should see the look on your face!’ He laughed so hard, one would think he’d fall off that damn horse. ‘I’m kidding. He’s been dead for quite some time now.’ He added, recovering from his heartfelt giggle.

Roslyn rolled her eyes, holding back a giggle of her own, ‘You’re such an ass.’

‘Maybe but hey, at least I know how to make light out of situations. Y’know? Sometimes I forget he’s dead.’

‘Why?’

‘He was hard on me and Mike after mom died. It was like… something snapped inside of him. He used to be a good man. I believed a lot of his choices were for the greater good but… at the cost of our sanity. I’d prefer him not to be there honestly.’

She hated to hear these stories. It was repetitive really. It appeared more and more people had shitty parents than the good ones.

Perhaps this world just created shitty people.

‘That… sucks.’

‘Meh. I think I turned out pretty good.’ He said daft with this goofy grin spread across his lips.

‘Something tells me you didn’t though.’ Roslyn laughed out, ‘But you have to be some kind of crazy to survive nowadays.’

‘Exactly! You get me.’ He chuckled softly. ‘So what about you? Where are your people?’

She should’ve braced herself for that one. Roslyn didn't like talking about what happened to her parents but over the years, the more she spoke of them, the more healed she felt.

‘They’re gone too. Apparently my parents knew Joel and Tommy from way back when. Used to work together I guess. Apparently they were ripped apart by a bloater.’

‘Jesus.’

‘Yeah. In my parents' written will, they wanted Joel to be my Godfather… If anyone believes in that shit nowadays…’ she sighed out, ‘So— he’s my dad!’

‘Fucking hell. Were yall close at least? Got good memories together?’

‘Yeah… some good ones. I mean it’s hard to create anything good in … this.’ Roslyn gestured her hand out towards the open, referring to what this world had become over the last 15 years.

‘I hear you there.’ August added in a remorseful manner. ‘I’m sorry to hear about your parents. It sucks that all the good people have to go. Unfortunately I’ve been a part of the problem.’

Roslyn’s head snapped over at August, her pretty hazel eyes narrowing as she processed his words. ‘You’ve killed innocent people?’

He parted his lips to speak but hesitated as if he’s trying to find the appropriate words.

‘Not because I’ve wanted to. The way we were trained… anyone beyond those walls were a threat and had to be eliminated if found insufficient of use.’ He shook his head softly, ‘And if we failed to follow those orders well… you know the rest.’

‘Damn. That is rough. At least you're here though… you’re already turning your life around. I say… A win is a win!’

August smiled and nodded, ‘I guess you’re right.’

***

The pair scaled up the worn down path on the side of the mountain. From this point on, they were quiet and kept their eyes peeled.

Luckily, they made it all the way up to the small town’s grocery market. One of Jackson’s checkpoints.

‘Alright.’ Roslyn pulled her reins to a stop and hopped down. ‘We —‘

Suddenly, a loud screech and clicking echoed on the other side of the aluminum door.

The pair snapped their heads over towards the supermarket. Both letting out a shuddered breath in angst.

‘Grab your shotgun. Ain’t no telling what’s behind that door. We need all the fire power we got.’

August gave her a nod and quickly snatched up his weapons off of his steed and made sure they were loaded up.

Before the horses could grow restless from the constant noise and attract more infected, she smacked the rump of Kentaro and did just the same for Hera. They took off running with only the sound of hooves echoing in the space around them.

‘OK.’ She let out a shuddered breath, taking a step closer to him. ‘Don’t let your guard down. I was just here in the past few days and they’re back again. There has to be a nest nearby but it’ll take more than just us to clear it.’

‘Alright. What-whoa…’

‘Yes?’

‘Are you ok?’ August asked in concern.

‘Yeah. Another day in paradise am I right? Come on. The sooner we can clear this out, the sooner we can reach our final checkpoint. Cool?’

‘Cool.’ He gave her a reassuring smile, ‘Good Luck to you.’

Roslyn returned the smile and nodded before turning around, ‘You too… we’re damn sure gonna need it.’

Once the two carefully made their way into the space, she did a head count of two clickers and three runners. ‘Alright,’ she whispered, ‘You take those guys over there. And I got these three.’

‘What?’ August hissed quietly, ‘That’s three on one!’

‘I’ve handled worse! Plus, I’m here to train you remember? Just if I get hemmed up, help me out!’

August let out a long deep breath through his nose as he peaked over the counter to see the runners groaning in anguish. ‘OK. I got you. Just watch your ass!’

‘Of course.’ She whispered, ‘Now, go!’

The two skulked down the aisles. Making sure not to step on any glass or slip on any water. And one by one, they began to take out the runners first. They could be very overwhelming in numbers, but once removed from the equation, Clickers would have their undivided attention.

Roslyn pulled out her dagger slowly, letting out a shallow breath. ‘Here. We. Go.’ She whispered as she once again began to creep behind the infected to catch them by surprise.

But her luck had to run out eventually right?

With her being only 3ft away, she stepped on a thick piece of glass, causing it to crack beneath her weight. The sound caused the cordecyp’s host to stop clicking and stand up right from it’s hunched over posture. In that moment, she knew she fucked up.

‘Shit.’

The clicker turned to face her in record time, screeching in her face before knocking the dagger out of Roslyn’s hand.

‘Aah! FUCK!! WALKER!’ She exclaimed as the clicker found a grip on her and tried to sink its strangely structured teeth into her.

She pressed her hands into its chest, trying to combat that unnatural strength and fight back but it was unmatched!

But before it could take that fatal chomp, August shot it with his shotgun.

It didn’t kill the clicker, but August had all of it’s attention now.

‘Come get me you ugly son of a bitch!’

Flailing its arms and shrieking to hell, the Clicker limped over towards August before blowing its head to smithereens; pieces of Cordecyps growth, brain matter and blood splattered on anything that stood in a close proximity.

Once it had collapsed, it continued to click and twitch but not for long.

‘Fuck, I hate those fucking things.’ Roslyn grumbled as she glared down at the host’s lifeless body.

‘You alright?’

‘I’m OK.’ She said.

‘You bit?’

‘Not today.’ Ros sighed, ‘Thanks for the help.’

‘Yeah, anytime.’

Finally, when she felt like the air was circulating in her lungs she placed her hand over her chest, ‘Whoo! No matter how many times you do this shit, no matter how trained you are— every day is a different day with these fuckers.’

‘Ain’t that the truth.’

‘You get these bodies thrown in the ditch in the back. There’s some matches and lighter fluid on the grill out back. I’m gonna go get us signed in.’

‘Copy that!’

She gave him a firm nod before walking in the office and signing down their names. Then she jotted down how many infected she and August took down today.

Roslyn plopped down in the office chair and ran her hand over her face tiredly. ‘I’m getting too old for this shit.’

Pfft, poor girl ain’t even 27 yet.

***

13:49 (1:49PM)

The last 2 checkpoints were a breeze. A couple of stragglers here and there but nothing they couldn’t handle.

Roslyn and August sat in silence, feeling the weight of the day settling on their shoulders.

She was sitting on a milk crate looking down at her watch as he walked over and pulled his weight on top of the counter.

‘What time do we head back to the compound?’

Ros was filing her crooked fingernails, ‘We head back around 14:30. We’ve got to beat nightfall and the cold.’

No one ever really stayed the night in the mountains. The frigid cold was enough to literally kill someone, even at the end of summer. Plus, no one ever wanted to find out what lurked in the shadows of these woods.

‘Hey, can I ask you a question?’ Roslyn asked as she stopped filing.

‘Sure. Go head.’

‘What happened to you?’

August blinked at the question, trying to process it just like anybody else would in this time. This life was heavy and she didn’t know a lot about him. But he was open to tell her anything she was curious to know.

‘What happened to me meaninggggg?’ He scoffed.

Realizing that he could’ve possibly taken her question offensive, she waved her hands in disarray, ‘oh! No, no. That’s not what I meant…’ her face heated up in embarrassment.

‘I saw— the gunshot scars and the other one… I was just curious about the story behind them.’

‘Aaah.’ August said aloud, ‘You mean those.’

Roslyn nodded with a soft smile, ‘Yeah. But if you’re uncomfortable with sharing you—‘

‘Oh no! It’s fine. The gunshots I had gotten just a year ago with a run in with the Scars and that gash was from my dad.’

Her eyes grew in shock, a lump sitting in her throat. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard.

‘Yo-your dad? As in your father?! How could he do such a thing?!’

August glanced off to the side and let out a heavy sigh, ‘I don’t know. He was drunk and he attacked my brother who was just 15 at the time. I guess I was beating his ass too badly, he had to take a knife to me.’

‘Wow. Holy shit August!’

‘Mmm. Sometimes bad things happen to good people.. I know I was doing the right thing.’

‘You were protecting your brother! Of course you were doing the right thing!’

‘Yeah, I know. I never doubt that. I’d just wished he wasn’t the man he was before he died.’

Roslyn’s brows tugged into one, her face showing all the signs of empathy and even feeling it in her heart.

And he was right. Bad things do happen to good people. But at least he was here and not with his father.

‘Wait!’ He exclaimed, sitting up straight; his face now beaming bright as the sun.

‘What?’

‘You just said my name! Looks like I’m warming up to you after all!’

She didn’t even realize it until he pointed it out. Maybe it was just a heartfelt moment with him being vulnerable and all, she didn’t need to keep it professional any longer.

Letting out a small giggle, Roslyn shook her head and shrugged, ‘Maybe I decided that I don’t need to address you as if I’m your boss or something but a friend instead.’

‘A friend huh?’ He repeated, his deep blue hues gentle and welcoming.

‘Yeah. A friend.’

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Post Human

A new series I’m working on since I’ve fallen in love with TLOU again. Except, August is alive with his baby brother, Mike 🩵

** I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Cursing , Crude/Dark Humor , Family Drama? , Mentions Of Death .

Pairing: August Walker x Roslyn (Black!Female OC)

Special Guests: Joel Miller(Father Figure) , Ellie Williams (Sister/Best Friend) , Mike Walker (August’s Little Brother)

Description: This is Only the beginning.

Word Count: 4.9K

TagList: @suckthatskittlebiiitch @drewharrisonwriter @headcannonxgalore @misshinson @kingliam2019 @imaslutforcuddles

I.

The tiny snowflakes melted instantly once they kissed the warmth of her face. She was looking up at the stars, something she did every night. Wondering what was out there. Sure, in school they taught her about the planets, the sun, how vast space really could be. And unlike the others, who were freaked out about the eerie thought about being in this universe alone, she was intrigued and wonderous. 

‘Ros!’ A voice called out to her. 

A voice that made her eyes light up and her lips pull up into a shit eating grin. Roslyn carefully crawled over to the edge of the roof and peered down. 

There stood her sister and her best friend, Ellie Williams. 

She had her hands on her hips, with an unsurprised look on her face. 

‘You’re back! Took you long enough!’ she called out as she let out a breath in relief. Just glad that her partner was alright. Ellie was one of the best damn Herding Masters in Jackson. Taught by the best, their father figure, Joel Miller, the three of them were like a death squad. 

But if this life hasn’t taught them anything, it did teach them that tomorrow was never promised. The cordecyps were advancing and becoming more formidable with time. They thought they were careful enough already. Pretty soon they’d have to figure out how to fly!

‘Come down! I have to tell you about patrol!’ 

‘On my way!’ 

Once Roslyn made it down safely from the roof of the cabin she was bunking with Ellie, she walked over to her and the two young women embraced in a soul tying hug. Ellie broke the hug to look at her sister in a concerned glare, ‘You good? You never hold me that long.’

Letting out a gentle sigh, her breath disappearing in the cool air, ‘Nothing. I’m just happy to see that you’re OK Ellie. Ever since Maria split us up into separate patrol groups, I feel like no one has your back like I do.’ 

Ellie shoved her hands in her pockets and chuckled, ‘Yeah. You know,’ she turned to walk, which then led Roslyn to accompany her, ‘We do make a great team. They just can’t trust us when we’re out there like that. We like to fuck around and find out.’

The two girls laughed together as Roslyn zipped up her thick coat, ‘Well shit we get the work done don’t we?! Might put ourselves and others in danger but, we’re still kicking.’ 

‘Might as well have some fun before we die huh?’ Ellie snickered as they approached the pub. 

When they came back from patrols, they always took one another to the bar to relieve a little bit of stress and talk about the ugly sights they’ve seen. It’s become such a routine, anybody working the bar that day, always had their drinks ready for them before they even walked through the door. 

So it was a little bit of a surprise when nobody was at the bar when they walked inside. There were a few folks sitting in the booths. Enough to count on one hand really. Which itself wasn’t really shocking but who was going to serve them? 

‘Hey-yoooo!’ Roslyn called out as she pulled a stool out to sit upon, ‘Anybody there?’

‘Ding, Ding!’ 

An unfamiliar woman came from the back room pushing her hair out of her face with an aggravated sigh. She then placed her hands flat on the wooden counter; her crystal blue eyes looking at both of the girls. Her southern accent was thick as over processed molasses, ‘What can I do you for?’ 

Ellie’s eyebrows tugged into one and then looked over at Roslyn. 

Roslyn looked over at Ellie in a bit of concern before she spoke. ‘Where’s Seth?’

‘Oh.’ The lady chuckled out, pushing herself off of the counter and picked up two glasses, ‘That fool called out sick. Talkin’ bout some damn stomach bug. Should be back tomorrow..’ she walked over to the sink, ‘If he aint shit his guts out already.’

Roslyn covered her mouth with her hand and hid her face as Ellie sucked in her lips into a fine line to keep from laughing. 

‘Y’all ain’t ever tell me what ya’ wanted. Ion read minds.’ The woman spoke up and dried out the glasses with a kitchen cloth as she turned to face them once again.

‘I’ll take a Jack Daniel’s on the rocks.’ Ellie said.

Roslyn raised her brow and snapped her head over at her sister who just looked a little bit more stressed out than usual. It would probably be best for her to do the same, just in case there were to be some heavy news. 

‘I’ll have what she’s havin’.’ And the lady got right to it. 

As she made their drinks, Roslyn couldn’t help but wonder what was swimming around in that thick skull of hers. She sat there in silence as her sister fiddled with her thumbs and started to bite the inside of her lip. Something was really bothering her.

When the lady placed their glasses in front of them, Ellie didn’t bother to toast her drink but instead just began to knock it back like it was water.

‘Whoa- hey!’ Roslyn said as she grabbed her wrist with her free hand as she gripped her whiskey glass in the other hand.

‘What?’ Ellie asked as she looked over at Roslyn and then at the bar lady. ‘Just… shit.’ She added as she placed her now empty glass on the wooden countertop. 

Roslyn clenched her jaw together and narrowed her eyes before looking over at the lady, ‘Could we have some privacy please? Thanks.’

The lady gave them a simple nod, ‘Sure. From the looks of it, y’all definitely need it.’ 

Roslyn then turned in her seat to face Ellie head on. ‘What the fuck is going on?’

‘What?’ Ellie mumbled as she looked at the intricate detailing and patterns on the whiskey glass. 

‘What the– What do you mean “what?”?! We come here damn near every two days and I’ve never seen you take down a drink like that… let alone whiskey! What’s going on with you?’

Ellie sighed softly before pressing her lips together and looking ahead. ‘I uh-... We slipped today.’ She said before finishing up the rest of her drink. 

Ros raised a brow, turning her head to the side as if she needed to hear her better, ‘Meaningggg…’ she trailed off

‘Chad. We were uh… ambushed by some fucking sociopaths today. Didn’t know who they were but they didn’t operate like us. Those motherfuckers…’ she leaned in closer to Roslyn, ‘These em-effers were just as bad as Stalkers.’ She whispered. 

Yeah, now was a good time for Roslyn to start sipping on her whiskey. She knew that this was going to get a little uncomfortable.

Once she finished her long sip, she placed it on the coaster and sighed out, ‘Infected sociopaths… I swear this shit just gets better and better.’ She said in a mocking tone.

‘Aah don’t be a dick, Ros. These were completely fully- able human beings. But what I was saying before you had to butt in… they operated differently. Very stealthy. I didn’t even hear the fuckers get the jump on us! And the way they communicated… in whistles. Man, it was fucking weird.’ 

Roslyn took another sip of her drink and looked at her sister, ‘Well I mean… when mother Earth betrayed her inhabitants she thought it would be fun for these motherfuckers to be echolocators too… So maybe they’re doing something right.’

‘I beg the differ. Anyway, back on topic- Chad. Chad basically got shot in the face.’ She grumbled. 

Roslyn was in the middle of finishing off the rest of her whiskey when she choked on the warmth in her throat. But she was able to force down the rest of the liquid before coughing her way back to air. 

Ellie patted her back roughly as she looked around, ‘Hey, hey– look. He’s fine. They said is going to make a full recovery. Just glad their aim was off a little bit.’

Roslyn placed her hand on her chest as she focused on getting her breathing back in order. Her and Chad had gotten well acquainted since he’s been here. He was another person Maria sought to move from patrolling with Ros because he was a distraction. 

And a distraction he was! 

‘Fuck! See no, I-I need to go talk to Maria.’ She said as she stood up. 

‘For what? Ain’t like she gone let you talk her into going back on patrols with me.’ 

‘It’s not about that!’ She paused.

Ellie stared up at her with a bleak glare in her eyes and a soft smirk on her lips. 

‘Maybe it is. But, look – what happened to him is exactly why we can't do this splitting up shit. You could’ve died. Then what would I have to tell Joel?’

Ellie let out a gentle sigh as she began to play with her fingers once more. She was feeling a little bit discouraged and at fault for their friend’s injury. And being that they were the best of friends, Ros caught on to that immediately and began to nip that bud before it turned into a weed.

‘Aht, aht. No ma’am! Look, Ellie. I know what you think is right. Listening to Maria and all her bullshit calls and what not. But I can’t protect you from here. And vice versa. You remember when we went into town and crushed that nest?! Me, you, Joel and Tommy? We’re more than just a team. We’re family. I want my qual buddy back. Come on. Whaddya say?’ 

Ellie shook her head slowly with a knowing smirk on her face as she folded her arms across her chest. 

‘Weeeeell.’ Ros sang as she leaned in. 

‘Fine, fine! Fuck it. But if she asks who’s idea this was because you know she will ask, I’m going to say it was yours and you drug me there by my damn ponytail.’ 

The two girls laughed together before Ellie stood up and they walked out of the bar and back out into the night’s cold air once again.

They’d barely made it to Maria’s when panicked shouting filled the air. The girls immediately turned to the fence, their hands on their holsters just in case shit got sticky.

‘Aw shit.’

‘What now?’ 

Finishing one another’s sentences. They hung around one another way too much. 

Coming through the gate were two men. The smaller one had his arm draped over the larger one’s shoulder, his gray shirt soaked in fresh blood. His head drooped forward but his free hand was resting on his torso. That was a good sign. He was still alive. But not for much longer if he didn’t seek medical attention. 

‘Shit.’ Roslyn hissed at the gruesome sight. 

‘MEDIC! WHERE’S THE DAMN SURGEON!?’ Maria called out, quickly strutting her way towards the gate. 

‘Here she comes… wanna say something now?’ Ellie said with a smirk before she folded her arms across her chest. 

‘Ellie, your timing is shit. Clearly this kid is dying we–’

‘Maria! Ros and I would like to talk to you about something important.’ 

Maria cut between them in a hurry and the girls followed suit. ‘If it has anything to do with patrol, don't bother. My decision has been made.’ She then wrapped the young man’s free arm around her shoulder and the pair basically carried him to the stretcher that had been brought to them. 

Roslyn let out a sigh and looked over at her sister who had this look of “I told you so!” on her smug face.

‘W-what if I told you it’s not about patrol?’

‘Then.’ Maria sighed out heavily as they carefully laid the kid out on the stretcher, ‘I’d call you a liar.’ She stood up straight and gave Rachel the green light to wheel him off. The brother tried to follow but Maria stood in his place.

‘What are you doing?! I have to go with my brother!’ He tried to step around her but she stepped in his way again.

‘First of all.’ She raised her hand before him.

‘Uh-Oh.’ Ellie snickered.

Roslyn pressed her lips together and shook her head.

‘You are in my establishment. I think I deserve to know who the hell you are..’ She let out a gentle breath and continued on, ‘What are you and your brother's names?’

He let out a shuddered breath before continuing, ‘August. My brother’s name is Mike.’ 

‘Well… August. Your brother is in the best care. Meet me at the mess hall at 1900. There’s a lot to discuss. For now, go meet my husband Tommy by the pub. He’ll show you around.’

August gave her a gentle nod before he watched her walk over to the two girls that stood side by side. Then, he looked at her. 

And she looked at him.

He was tall, probably standing at 6ft even, his dark slightly messy hair complimented the brightness in his tired blue orbs. The bags that were beneath them were slightly dark, a telltale sign that he hadn’t been receiving a lot of sleep. He sported a thick bushy mustache that warmed his lips. They were pink, full of life. So at least he wasn’t dying from thirst. 

He was handsome to say the least.

‘As for you two.’ Maria’s voice brought Roslyn out of her thoughts, ‘Come with me.’ 

Roslyn and Ellie stepped apart for Maria to cut through and she walked in the direction of her house. 

The girls looked at one another and gave each other a gentle shrug. They couldn’t be in that much trouble. Not like it was when they were kids. These days they never snuck out, they kept their head’s low and always listened to their higher ups. So what was it that Maria wanted from them today?

The girls walked into Maria’s cabin after her and saw Joel sitting on the sofa. 

‘Joel!’ The girls called out in sync and rushed over to greet their father in a tight hug.

‘Girls! Well ain’t it good to see you!’ He then placed kisses atop their heads before he broke the hug to get a good look at them. 

‘Why didn’t you tell us you were back?! When did you get back?’ Ellie asked concerned.

‘I just got back a few hours ago. You weren’t here and Ros was nowhere to be found. On that roof again huh?’ 

‘Yup.’ Ellie smirked and elbowed her sister, ‘Right where I found her.’

Joel gave the girls a smile and nodded, ‘Right. That’s why I ain’t come botherin’ you.’

‘Ros!’ Maria called.

Roslyn looked back over her shoulder, ‘Yes?’

‘Come here. I got something for you.’ She gave her a gentle and reassuring smile before backing up into the room behind her.

She looked from Maria to Joel who in turn gave her a nod for her to proceed. She then walked in the room Maria walked in.

The young woman took a moment to take in her surroundings. The place was stacked in different kinds of fabrics and quilts. It made her smile to know that beneath that hard exterior, Maria genuinely cared about her people and would work day and night to make sure they were warm before anything else. ‘I didn’t know you taken upon sowing.’ 

Maria chuckled as she sat down on a wooden stool, looking through what had seem to be a stack of silk. ‘You never asked me either. Ain’t no need to tell if it ain’t brought up.’ 

‘Well, I’ll sleep better at night knowing that you’re actually a big ole softie.’ 

Maria pulled out a folded up piece of cloth, walked over to Roslyn and held it out.

Roslyn pulled her brows together, ‘What’s this?’

‘Open it up. You’ll see.’

She didn’t like Maria’s sneaky antics. But she was also a fan of surprises. So she quickly unfolded the thick pink silk and gasped softly. 

‘A bonnet?!’ 

The hem of the bonnet had her name sown in the color yellow. She ran her thumb over the threading and looked up at Maria. She was at a loss of words.

Maria laughed joyously, ‘Yes! You know about them?’ 

She smiled softly as she subconsciously ran her fingers through her pretty braids. ‘Yeah, Tasha told me about ‘em! She mentioned them lookin’ sumn like a mushroom top. No over exaggeration there.’

‘It does.’ Maria smiled, ‘But now you can preserve your braids a little longer if you have them covered and protected in your sleep.’

‘This is awesome!’ Roslyn grinned down at the engraving and let out a somber, unsure sigh, ‘Maria I can’t take this.’ She felt bad. Knowing the kind of hell she was bound to put her through in the next few moments.

‘Of course you can. It has your name on it. It’s yours.’ 

‘Wh—‘

Maria gave the girl a stern motherly glare. The look of “You’re gonna take it, and you’re going to like it.”

‘Alright, mom.’ She chuckled and folded up the silky cloth and stored it in her back pocket. 

‘Good. So, what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?’ She asked as she folded her arms and leaned against the sewing table. 

‘Well…m—‘ Roslyn was hesitant. She already knew what the answer was going to be but she had to ask anyway. She felt that maybe if she nagged enough, Maria would eventually cave in. 

‘I—‘ she let out another sigh, ‘Ellie and I wanted to inquire about being paired up with patrols again.’ 

Maria let out a tired groan and rubbed her face, ‘Oh God, Roslyn—‘ 

‘Aw, c’mon Maria! Look, Ellie told me about what happened with Chad today! That wouldn’t have ever happened if it was me and her! You know that!’ 

‘No! I don’t know that! Roslyn, I split the both of you up for a reason—‘ 

‘A reason I can’t understand! We protect each other no matter the cost.’ 

‘Let. It. Go, Roslyn. It’s not happening.’ 

The tension in the room grew thick enough to touch, and the quietness. It was unsettling. 

‘Fine.’ She barked, ‘Ain’t giving back this bonnet either.’ She added before spun around and walked out of the bedroom. 

She quickly stormed out of the house but not before Ellie could ask if she was alright. And by her silent answer, that told her everything she needed to know. 

Ellie turned to Joel, ‘She said no.’ 

***

Roslyn ran smack into the chest of Tommy who immediately caught her, ‘Whoa, whoa kiddo.’ He placed his hands on her shoulders to keep her from falling over. ‘Ya good?’ 

She looked up at her uncle with a gentle pout, ‘No. But I’ll be fine. I guess.’ 

Tommy let her go and landed a few firm pats on her shoulder, ‘Maria?’ 

‘You know it.’ 

‘Hmph. She ain’t soften the blow?’ 

‘Does she ever?’ 

‘Would she be my wife if she did?’ 

Roslyn smirked at the smartass remark, ‘Yeah. Sure know how to pick ‘em.’ She mocked.

Tommy chuckled before he had come to realization. The new guy, was standing behind him. ‘Oh. You meet August? He’s gone be the new guy roun’ here.’ 

‘Not exactly. I was standby when Maria ripped another hole in his ass.’ 

Tommy chuckled and nodded, ‘Sounds bout right. August! This is Roslyn Mitchell. She’s one of the top Herding Masters here and sumn like a niece to me.’ 

‘Somethinnnggg?’ She mocked, rolling her big brown eyes. 

‘Issss! Now, gone head and take him down to the pub. Heard Seth wasn’t here to shit out his mouth so, y’all should be good.’ He then placed a warm kiss on her head. Enough to combat the brisk air outside. Then he left them on the porch to be inside with the others. 

August stared at her for a long moment, taking in all the details that made her… her. 

Her eyes were brown as rust; making them the most intense and unique thing he’d ever seen. Her lips were full and donned a cute little beauty mark on her bottom lip. They looked so soft to the touch. Her skin was mahogany with a reddish undertone. She looked like an angel. 

Oh this girl could make an atheist believe!

But how could an Angel exist at a time like this?

***

The pair sat at the bar, a bar stool splitting them to give one another ample space and privacy. 

Roslyn was lost in her own thoughts; her face twisting and turning as if she were having an angry conversation with herself. 

‘Wanna talk about it?’ 

Once she realized he was speaking to her, she snapped her head over at him, ‘Why do you care?’ 

‘I don’t. Just trying to make conversation I guess. We haven’t spoken since Tommy introduced us. I thought it’d be cool to talk.’ 

‘Pssh,’ she smirked, ‘At least you’re honest.’ She swirled her drink around, watching the liquor coat the ball of ice then drip off. 

It grew silent between the both of them again. 

‘What happened?’ She asked before looking over at him.

‘Why do you care?’ He said with a bit of a smirk before looking over at her. 

Roslyn scoffed, ‘I don’t.’

‘Then why ask?’

She shrugged, ‘Maybe I’m nosey. Or perhaps I find it a little random and weird how you and your brother just pop up out of nowhere you know?’

‘Are you suggesting-’

Roslyn looked over at him with a blank face. 

He knew exactly what she meant. 

August stared back at her and licked his lips before he looked back down at his drink. 

‘My brother and I. We were a part of this militia up north.’

‘The Fireflies? Ain’t they all over the place now?’

‘What?! That sorry ass excuse of leadership? Course not. Besides they either sided with us or infected chow by now.’ He then took a sip of his drink.

‘You and I can both agree to that.’

‘Anyway, I was with WLF.’ He murmured. 

‘WLF? You mean-’ She looked over her shoulders to make sure no one was listening in on them. ‘Washington Liberation Front?! What the fuck–are you insane?! You’re lucky they didn’t shoot you in the face when you got here! What if you-’

‘Whoooa, look at you not caring!’ 

Her mouth remained slightly open at his comment. She could already tell he was going to be a pain in her ass.

‘Listen, we weren’t followed if that’s what you’re worried about.’

‘And how do you know that?!’

‘Because I do OK!? Just– shit went down and I wasn’t standing for it.’ He then knocked back the rest of his drink and gently slammed the glass on the coaster. 

Roslyn let out a heavy sigh as she placed her hand over her forehead, doing her best to gather her thoughts and ask the right questions. 

‘Alright. Tell me what happened? How’d your brother get hurt?’

‘I thought you didn’t care.’

‘OK don’t be a smartass. Just tell me what happened.’

‘Alright.’ He chuckled before raising his hands in surrender. 

‘We have this leader by the name of Isaac. Hardcore motherfucker. He’s been around longer than I have and experienced the world before it went to shit. You’d think since he witnessed the beauty of what this world was like before all his loved ones died, he’d be somewhat reserved and patient. No. Anyway.’ He sat up straight and turned to face Roslyn. 

‘There was a peace treaty with some occupants on the nearby Island. We called the folks there Scars. Anyway, somehow, the treaty was disrupted and now we’re at war again.’

‘Shit. What’s it like?’ 

‘What’s what like? War? I’ve heard stories about the world before. How we had Armies and the death and loss that came with fighting for the greater good. Though, what this feels like, It doesn’t feel like that.’ 

Roslyn pressed her lips together firmly, swallowing her spit. She too, had heard about the tales of the past world and how countries handled their beef. But something about the way he spoke, it didn’t sit entirely right with her.

‘Anyway, they’ve been sending us out on patrol groups to clear out any stragglers that may have crossed over our borders. Me, my brother and a few other guys came across this encampment. It had signs of being inhabited so we began to secure the area. Then, we were ambushed. We fought long and hard. We took out anything we saw move. I lost 3 of my men which only left me, my brother and Jon alive. Mike thought it would be a good idea to scope the place one more time.’ 

She watched him closely, his eyes; she wanted to see if they would blink or twitch but, nothing. Then, her eyes fell to his nose and lips. No twitch, not even a smirk. 

‘And then? They got the jump on ya brother or sumn?’ 

August chuckled and shook his head, ‘Nah. Anyway, shit you outta let me finish here. I’m not in my right mind, I will forget!’ 

‘Oh. My bad.’ 

‘So, my brother calls me over while Jon started up a fire to burn up the bodies… There was a young woman hiding in the bushes. She was pregnant.’

Roslyn’s heart twisted in her chest as she had a gut feeling of what he was bound to tell her. But she didn’t stop him, she had to know what kind of man he was so she could disassociate herself if she needed to. 

‘She had those same scars up her cheeks that everyone else had, so I knew she was with them and we probably killed her partner. But she had this look of… sorrow. She didn’t say a word but her eyes begged us to let her go. Then, Jon came up behind us and tried to shoot her. My brother stepped in her way and tried to talk him down but he refused. Instead, he pointed the gun at my brother’s head and he barely began counting before I put three in his chest and one in his skull.’ 

‘Fuuuck.’ Ros breathed out. ‘That— must’ve been hard.’ 

‘It wasn’t. My brother’s life is more important than any one of us that went downhill that day. So, we gave the girl all of the food from Jon’s sack, his sleeping bag. She needed it more than we did. We let her go. Might’ve been the dumbest fucking thing I’ve ever done but oppose to that I know it was the right thing. She wasn’t a threat to us. She was just a kid herself! Anywho, weeks on passed. We got word that we were being followed by the Top Dogs of the militia.’ He scoffed and shook his head, ‘But they were always one step behind. Considering I was one of them but…’

‘That wasn’t all, was it?’ She asked; intrigued with the story. 

‘No. No, of course not.’ He sighed out. ‘Yesterday we were in the midst of some shit with the Scars and the WLF. My brother was shot. We had to fight tooth and nail to get out of there. We didn’t even know this place existed! I was up in the mountains and saw the lights. I knew it could’ve been a long shot but I had to take the chance. I promised my dad.’ 

Roslyn let out a deep breath and shook her head, ‘Sheesh. That’s…’ she just closed her eyes and tried to pick up a more suitable word for his situation. But nothing would come up. 

‘I know. I’ve had a long month.’ He smirked as he lifted up his empty glass towards the bartender for her to pour him up another glass. 

‘Shit yeah!’ She scoffed and raised a brow. 

Again. Silence. But, at least she was a bit more confident in him now. Comfortable too.

‘Hey…’

‘Yeah?’ 

‘It was a noble thing you did back there. Sacrificing your life for that woman and your brother. The world needs more men like you.’

A small smile curled on his lips. 

‘That’s probably the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. Thanks.’

She did her best not to smile but his smile was so contagious! Roslyn was grinning like a fat kid in a bakery. 

‘Somehow I don’t believe that but, you’re welcome.’

The pair shared a gentle laugh before their attention was captured by the door creaking open and a pair of boots clicking upon the wooden floor. It was Tommy, Joel and Maria. 

Roslyn’s mood instantly shifted and she turned back towards her drink.

Maria smiled softly as she approached the two.

‘Hey. Hope I wasn’t interrupting.’

‘Nope.’ Ros let out a sigh and stood up from her stool, ‘I was actually just leaving.’ She wanted to keep it short.

‘Oh.’ Maria took note of her half empty glass of Scotch. ‘But you didn’t finish your drink.’ 

‘It was my second. Plus, I got a few things to handle.’ She looked over at August and gave him a gentle nod, ‘See ya round?’

August returned the nod with a soft smile, ‘Course.’ 

She turned around to meet Joel at the door. ‘Hey! I couldn’t help you look sumn-odd different!’

‘Really?’ Joel folded his arms as he raised a brow.

‘Yeah! You looking a bit more gray than usual.’

Joel chuckled and shook his head, ‘It’s the stress kid. Wait til you have two girls skippin’ roun’ here you’ll get it!’

‘Yeah yeah, sure! Ellie outside?’ She laughed, pulling on her black beanie.

‘Yup, she’s waitin’ on ya.’ 

‘Cool. See ya old man. Oh! And— go to Tasha’s. I’m sure she got sumn for that salt n pepper.’

Then, she stood on her tippy toes and gave his bearded scruff a kiss and went outside to join her sister.

‘I Will Kid! Be good, Roslyn.’

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Very important Side Note: From The River To the Sea, Palestine will be free. I’d like to make it clear that in no shape or form does this page support Israel or Zionism. The creator of the game, Neil Druckmann is a Zionist and I would like to make it very clear that this page stands in solidarity with the people of Palestine 🇵🇸. Boycott the game, boycott the show! CLICK HERE to find links to support and donate to Palestine & please continue to Boycott! Palestine will be free.

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Post Human

An adaption of The Last Of Us.

Warnings 18+: Gore , Death , Blood , Sexual Innuendo , Smut , Scary Images (Runners , Stalkers , Clickers , Bloaters , Rat King {Maybe} Cursing , Angst , Parental Loss , Apocalyptic Lifestyle

Theme Song for the Book:

Side Note: Timeline May be a little wonky since this is an adaption.

Very important Side Note: From The River To the Sea, Palestine will be free. I’d like to make it clear that in no shape or form does this page support Israel or Zionism. The creator of the game, Neil Druckmann is a Zionist and I would like to make it very clear that this page stands in solidarity with the people of Palestine 🇵🇸. Boycott the game, boycott the show! CLICK HERE to find links to support and donate to Palestine & please continue to Boycott! Palestine will be free.

1. His Brother’s keeper.

2. “Friends?”

3. What Could Possibly Go Wrong? OUT NOW!!!

4. Secrets coming soon

5. coming soon

Chapter VI.

Chapter VII.

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The Stranger

A lil’ sumn, sumn just in time for spooky szn my dears 😩🧡 enjoy.

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Warnings 18+: Cursing , Blood , Cutting & Stabbing with claws , Non-Con Sex , Full Nelson Position?? (I think lol) , Biting , Oral (Female Recieving) , Praising Kink , Breeding , Kidnapping .

Pairing: Vampire!August x Maria(Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: August has a lil fun with his food. 😋

Word Count: 2.9K

Song: Eat Your Young by Hozier

They’re having sex in a graveyard. Thought I’d make that clear. Basically: Dead Dove Do Not Eat

The woman wheezed as she rested her hands on her knees; trying her damnedest to breathe, but the cold air burned in her chest. Doubled over, she coughed hard before slowly inhaling through her nose and then out through her mouth. Standing up straight, her lips trembled as the winter’s air embraced her in a deadly hold.

‘Home, just— try to get home.’ she muttered to herself as she wrapped her torso up in her own arms. It had seemed as if she were walking for ages now, but at least she caught her breath. ‘Home… just…almost there.’ she shivered.

Run, girl, run. A dark essence whispered through a cool breeze, heart sinking into the pit of her gut as a familiar dark laughter followed suit.

‘Stop!’ she cried out, placing both hands over her ears as she started running again. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus on pure thoughts. ‘This— *huff* has to be— *huff huff* a nightmare!’ Suddenly, she tripped over a branch, tumbling and rolling until her weight betrayed her; head colliding with something cool and hard. Vision blurred and disoriented, she let out a pained groan as she weakly reached out, ‘Mmmmhhhff.’

Whimpering out, she felt something wet and warm trickling down the side of her face. Dragging her weight across the cool, dewy dirt and grass. ‘Please… please,’ she begged; placing her hands on the tombstone while struggling to pull herself to her feet. ‘Please just— leave me alone!’ she called out, her knees buckling as she stood up straight.

‘Hahah, and what’s the fun in that?!’

Heart ramming in her chest, her breathing had become shallow, the lump in her throat growing painful. ‘Who— why do you follow me?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?!’ she broke out in a hysterical sob, words inaudible. ‘Please! I have nothing to offer you— I can’t— I can’t…’

It grew quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the wind dancing through the trees and the dead leaves scraping against the ground filled the air. Suddenly, when safety seemed sure, she got wrapped up in a tight embrace. A cold hand covered her lips as she began squeal into the stranger’s flesh. The stranger grinned darkly as the woman flayed her arms and legs around.

‘Tag. I've got you now!’

He snickered, turning her around to get a good look at her. She was ravishing! Full puckered lips, gray eyes that made her tears resemble a rainy day. Her skin, soft and silky like raw honey. She was almost too pretty to eat. But he’d always been the type to play with his food.

Grabbing her jaw, his pointy nails gently stabbed at her flesh. She tried to let out a shriek but he placed his index finger against her full lips, ‘aht, Aht, — that’s not a smart idea sweet pea. He grinned, ‘Scream, and I’ll slit your throat ok? Give me a nod if you understand.’

The woman’s frightened eyes stared up into his bright blue irises that shone in the darkness, resembling that of the deepest depths of the ocean. She nodded hesitantly, never taking her eyes off of him.

‘Mmm, that’s a good girl. You are awfully pretty.’ He cooed, dragging his claw down the side of her face. ‘I would have hated to kill you before I've had my fun.’ he grinned; salivating at the thought of her being his personal blood bag.

‘Now, you’re going to do whatever I say… alright?’

The woman nodded again, a single tear falling down her face. She was freezing! It wouldn’t have been a shock if her tears turned into icicles at this point.

He brought her head towards him, gently sniffing at the open wound she’d created from her dance with the ground earlier. ‘Mmm,’ he hummed in delight. ‘So sweet,’he said, before licking up the blood that dripped down the side of her face.

She was stiff as a board, unable to move from the shock that coursed through her body. There was no way this was truly happening. No, no this had to be some kind of nightmare. Shutting her eyes tightly, whispering, ‘it’s just a dream, wake up Maria, it’s just a dream—‘

His thunderous laugh ripped through the air. ‘Are you sure about that princess? Seems real enough to me.’ He cooed in her ear as he pushed her thick hair behind her ear and ran his claw down her cheek, leaving behind a simple cut. She started to cry once again.

‘Awww, shhhh —don’t cry princess,’ he said as he wiped her tears away with the pad of his thumbs. ‘Everything will be over soon. And, if you behave, I might just let you go. All you have to do… is be a good girl.’

Maria swallowed her sticky spit and nodded once again, letting out a shaky sigh. She was willing to do anything if it meant for her to live.

‘Wh— what will you have me do?’

He smirked as his eyes flickered from her face to her breasts. ‘Well,’ with just a quick swipe of his finger, he tore the fabric of her shirt with his pointy nail. His eyes immediately landing on her silky brown skin, his fangs tingling at the thought of sinking them in that supple flesh.

‘Ah!’ she gasped, instantly wrapping her own arms around her body to conceal it. ‘Wh—‘ she backed up slowly until she tripped and fell back against a stone. ‘Oof!’ she whimpered, looking up at him. ‘H-here?! Now?’ she looked around as she quivered. ‘It’s cold! And we’re in a graveyard! Have you no respect for the dead?!’

‘Oh honey… haven’t your parents taught you not to assume?’ his smirk never faltered as he stood above her, glaring down at her like a hawk stalking its prey. ‘I am… the dead.’ His fangs seemed to appear out of nowhere! They were massive, frightening and white. Very distinguishable even with nights as dark as these. She stared up at him in fear as he reached down and lended her his hand.

‘Up…’ he commanded.

Maria swallowed her spit once again and placed her hand in his before he whisked her up to her feet in a fast motion. He pressed her against his chest, listening as her heart hadn’t ceased to keep its fast pace. ‘Why were you hiding that pretty body from me huh?’ he said, running his tongue over his fangs.

‘B-because I don’t know you! You’re a stranger! A monster!’

The stranger chuckled and backed her up against a tall tombstone. Her back was pressed flush against the coolness. ‘Alright,’ he placed his hand against the stone, ‘My name is August… there, am I still a stranger?’ He drug his pointy nail down the hill and the valley of her breasts, down her tummy until he rested it beneath her button to pop it.

‘I mean… no… I guess. B-but you’re still a monster!’ She bit back.

‘Oh really? Why… that’s not very nice.’ he chuckled, ‘You’re scared of me… aren’t you princess?’ he asked, popping the button to bring the zipper down. She jumped at the sudden flick before giving him a hesitant nod.

‘Good, you should be.’ he said before grabbing her wrist and swiftly turning her around and pinning her against the stone. ‘I’m not gonna hurt you… yet,’ he whispered softly in her ear. Something so sweet, like a lullaby. ‘Just—want a little taste,’ August added as he got down on his knees and pulled her jeans down to her ankles.

‘Wha—?!’ Her panties followed soon after.

‘What are you doing?! Stop!’ She tried to move but he grabbed her thighs and held it in a tight grip. ‘Aah!’ she yelped out at the sudden pain. His claws dug into her cool flesh. ‘I told you to be a good girl! Move again, and I will crush your femur!’

‘Ughh,’ she cried out in pain. ‘Please! Just let me go! I promise I won’t tell anyone!’

‘Well you may not make it out of here to tell anyone sweetheart. We might as well have a little fun huh?’

Maria’s bottom lip trembled before she sucked it between her teeth to keep from wailing like a wraith. But instead, she utter a sound.

‘Attagirl,’ he grinned as he released his grip on her skin, ‘Now… sit still,’ he said before inhaling the scent of her core. ‘Mmmm,’ he let out a guttural growl, stretching his neck and pressing the flattened tongue against her womanhood.

‘Ooh!’ Maria’s mouth fell open as a chill slid down her spine. She could feel her knees growing numb as his tongue assaulted her clit with a vengeance. If she were going to die, at least her last few moments would be of her experiencing a one in a lifetime moment. Fucking a monster.

August lifted her thigh as he flicked his tongue over her glorious abyss and her sensitive nub. ‘Mmmm,’ he hummed before pulling away for a second. ‘Fuuuuck, you’re delicious,’ he pressed a kiss on her inner thigh before he sank his teeth into her soft flesh.

‘AAAAAAH!’ she yelped out, startled by him biting into her. Maria looked down between her legs. ‘You said you weren’t going to hurt me!!!’ she whined out.

August licked at her punctured, swollen skin before placing a kiss on it, ‘Oh relax, baby girl. It’s just a love bite. You’ll be fine.’ He chuckled before his tongue was met with her pussy once again. Such a hungry lover he was.

‘Ooooh! Dear God! That feels sooo fucking good!’ Her head fell back as her fingers gripped at the tombstone. She subconsciously began to grind her hips against his face and reached behind her to grab a hand full of his thick dark hair. His face was just a seat for her at this point. And he didn’t mind it either.

A gasp ripped through her chest as her groin began to tighten as she grew closer to her orgasm. ‘Aaah! FUCK!’ She felt as if the world were crumbling beneath her feet.

August smiled softly as she came in his mouth unreluctantly. She was so warm on his tongue. He could stay here forever if she allowed it. Pulling away from her pussy, he bit into her other thigh. Hissing at the sudden pain, Maria gritted her teeth together and just bore it.

He bit her thighs, over and over again, as if trying to mark his territory. He stood up, peppering sweet kisses against her shoulder, and then her neck. ‘My, my— you are so delicious.’

Maria was lost in a world of pure bliss. The way he touched her, the way his cool lips danced across her now burning flesh— she felt like she was in heaven; or perhaps, hell.

‘How do you feel?’ August asked as his nose nuzzled comfortably behind her ear, in her braids.

‘Am I— am I dead?’ She whispered.

He chuckled darkly before grabbing her face once again as he leaned in for a kiss. ‘Not yet princess.’

Her now hooded, lust ridden eyes stared up at him as her lips parted gently, ready to embrace his frost bitten lips in a warm kiss. Once their lips met, it was as if she���d taken ecstasy. She never felt like this before on behalf of the lips of a man. Could it be the venom on this tongue?

The more her lips indulged on his taste, the more hooked she became. Plus, she kind of liked being able to taste herself on his tongue.

He broke the kiss and looked down at her with a twinkle in his eye. Hmm, he might need her after all. But he immediately pushed those thoughts to the side and walked over to a gravestone. August unzipped his pants and pushed them down along with his boxers.

Maria’s mouth fell open in shock and partly in fear when she saw that monster spring free from the prison of his pants. How was that thing going to fit inside of her?! She’s probably had sex only a handful of times in her life. It wasn’t at the top of her To-Do list either. So it was safe to say, she was scared.

‘Don’t be afraid princess. I promise I’ll be gentle,’ he gave her a devious smirk as he motioned his sharp claw towards himself. Her head fell forward, ashamed. Once in his grasp, he spun her around so her ass was facing him. August scooped her up effortlessly with a carnivorous grin on his face.

‘Whoa—‘ she gasped as she wrapped one arm around his neck for stability as he sat down on the destroyed grave.

August lowered her down on his dick. Thanks to the blood intake, he was standing at full attention and was ready to take advantage of this moment with her.

Maria hissed, digging her nails into his shoulder as the intrusive member basically split her in half. But the pain was blissful. He was filling her out the way she deserved, the way she needed.

‘Uhhh. Damn baby girl. You are so fucking tight.’ He lifted her thigh, hooking his arm beneath her knee and using his right knee to keep her leg up. He dug his sharp claws into her flesh. His other arm lay draped across her belly in a tight hold. This way, he was able to move her body up and down just the way he wanted.

The curvaceous woman threw her head back as he took full control of her body. And the way that he used her felt so good.

‘August! Please!’ she begged before she grit her teeth together, ‘Augh!! Fuck yes!’

‘That’s good baby? Damn, you take this dick so fucking well. Such a good girl for me!’ He let out an animalistic grunt, still bouncing her body but now adding in his own thrusts.

With the two frictions coming together to make one, Maria could feel her fragile human body begin to betray her. She breathed in short breaths, the cold air burning at her chest as she did so.

‘Ooh!’ With August’s fleeting movements, Maria thought she was seeing stars. The grip she had on the upright headstone was so tight, she split her nails.

August howled as his grip on her thigh grew a bit tighter. His nails finally pierced the skin and he drew a little bit of blood. But Maria was far too gone to even pay attention to the pain. August landed multiple slaps on her inner thigh as he reached between her thighs with his free hand and began to rub at her erected clit. He picked up his thrusts, ‘Fuuu—‘

Maria’s head fell forward, her mouth falling open in a big “O” as she watched his strong hand go to work on her clit. ‘Ohhh shit!’ Her bite ridden thighs began to shake as he handled her like a $2 whore.

‘Yeaaaah? You’re gonna cum aren’t you? I can feel it. I can feel you throbbing… that pretty pussy just begging for a release.’

‘Uh huuuuh!’ She whimpered out.

He thrusted harder, faster. Her cries grew louder as he abused her pussy with purpose. With the way she was wailing, someone would say this graveyard was haunted! ‘C’mon princess,’ he gritted his teeth, ‘Come on! Give it to me!’

Maria’s toes curled in her shoes as he plowed into her as if he were trying to explore new realms. She felt the numbness creep up her neck, and now she felt like she couldn’t breathe. This didn’t feel like a common orgasm. It felt euphoric but she felt as if he’d snatched her soul.

August let out a sinister laugh. ‘Oh you sweet thing. You don’t even know what to do with yourself!,’ he cooed teasingly before he grabbed her face. He opened his mouth to welcome her in another kiss. He allowed her tongue to slither between his teeth. And with just a gentle bite, he pierced the muscle.

She whined out in pain, squirming in his embrace as she bled into his mouth. Once he broke the kiss, she laid her head back lazily against him as he had his way with her. She’d lost a lot of blood now because of him. Her body felt completely numb and at this point, he was just using her like a doll. She couldn’t feel much anymore. All she could taste was iron, and hear his desperate grunts over the sounds of the night. Her eyes filled with tears as she knew what was to come of her.

‘Ugh. Fuck, you’d be the perfect mother for my children,’ he snarled out, his teeth clenched as he felt his member throb within her. ‘Sooo, fucking warm princess.’

Maria’s eyes grew wide as a tear slid down the side of her face. She couldn’t find the strength to speak! It was a miracle she was even alive! So she just laid limply on him.

His hand cupped at her bruised up thigh as he rammed his hips faster, coaxing and milking his own nut out of him, ‘Aaah. Fuuuck!’ His balls squeezed as he shoved his member deep inside of her, kissing at her warm cervix.

Used like a whore, Maria just laid there in his hold. Just waiting for her demise. She barely blinked as she felt it would be her last.

August let out a sigh before he laid her on top of the flat gravestone. He stood up, putting himself together. ‘Aww don’t play dead on me baby girl. You’ve proved to be a lot more useful than I thought.’ With the “warmth” of his embrace gone, she laid curled up on that cold stone shivering. She was mute.

‘You’re gonna be staying with me for awhile,’ he said before effortlessly scooping her up in his arms before he began to walk into the darkness of the night.

Her eyes were heavy… and she was growing cold by what had seemed to be the minute. ‘Sl—sleeep,’ she muttered out in pain.

Sleep my princess… for you will be my Queen once you’ve awakened.