#daggers-at-gunpoint

[kr-starz]

Hi, ever though of what would have happened if the other ekko had also changed bodies with firelight ekko while he was in the au timeline? the man goes to seek powder for help only to meet jinx and get tied up to a chair and interrogated :3

Oh my GOD! Is this a fun fun fun idea I love ur creative little head anon !!

I imagine these events would happen after act 1 but before act 2, that little span of time where Jinx is know as a rebel symbol of Zaun!

But we know soso very little about AU Ekko so some of my character building for him is gonna be real messy but if I remember where Ekko left off was actually IN Piltover where the anomaly was triggered. I lowkey imagine Ekko wakes up on the cold hard floor of the hexgate.

He's half awake, and a raging headache floods his mind. He was just standing up, did he collapse? He swishes his head around, and this isn't a room or a place he recognizes. He feels around, he wasn't wearing a giant graffitied jacket before. And he has a strange, board-like thing on his back? Okay this is really freaking him out, he needs to find Benzo- or Powder, they would know what's going on.

He gets up, something weird is going on and he doesn't know what. This has to be some strange dream, or a prank? Some weirdly detailed and composed plan to mess with him. Ekko has zero idea why, but he's pretty sure he's not supposed to even be in the building he's in. It's extravagant, too extravagant. His headache urges him to not be seen, so he tries to find himself a passageway that's inconspicuous enough for him to get out quietly.

Ekko makes it out of the building, Ekko's determined, that maybe this isn't a dream. His dreams have never been so, realistic? But this is just wrong. He's staring at the dilapidated state of Zaun, smoke streaming up from the under-city; whilst Piltover towers over the measly little nation. Ekko has to get back home, is everyone okay in this strange dystopian reality? They have to be.

The last thing Ekko knew was that he was in the back of Benzos brainstorming with Powder, now he's stepping into the empty lot of blisters and bedrock, he cautiously walks around. For some reason the lanes seem to give him a bad chill, the tech for people limbs seem so much advanced? There was an unfamiliar substance that stuck to the air.

Walking to the second floor of the unaccompanied space, he hears some creaking. No, talking. A familiar voice behind a door, Powder. Wasting no time Ekko barges into the office, he's met with pink tired eyes, shooting daggers at him.

"Powder-" He yells instinctively, before backtracking to look over her new appearance. She's sitting on a desk rocking a chair back and forth but it doesn't seem like she's willing to sit on it, she's got long braids that seem to go on forever, she's skinnier, and she's got these glowing pink eyes.

Before Ekko has the chance to even do or say anything Jinx has a gun drawn, a bullet already shoots right past him intentionally missing, "What're you doing here boy saviour." She's got a sting in her voice ready to kill, she's standing now and looking to avoid getting close to him.

"Powder- If we could just put that down-" He stutters out, referring to the real gun that she has pointed directly at his head. Ekko was SO ready to run but he felt like if he did she would be hunting him down.

Jinx clicks her teeth, "Don't go calling me that, Ekko." she says his name with so much disdain he's really wondering if he's done something majorly wrong.

Okay, don't call her Powder? He's willing to do a lot if he's held at gunpoint. His heart is pacing out of his chest, but he needs to know what's going on. And what's stopping that right now, is the fact that Powder is holding him at gunpoint.

So disarm her, right? Ekko shuffles a bit forward, which he hears Jinx tightening her grip on the gun. Ekko knows how to fight, it's hard to be in Zaun and not know how to defend yourself. But has he ever gone 1 on 1 with his girlfriend? No! They've trained together and play fought but a legitimate fight? In a strange dystopian world where he suddenly woke up in.

Disarm Powder.

He pushes a foot forward, sprint and ducks towards her.

She shoots, and misses.

Ekko grabs the ashtray off the desk, throwing it at her.

She dodges, and shoots at him.

Ekko barely dodges the bullet, he dashes towards her attempting to tackle her.

Before Ekko could even react, Jinx is behind him, and he blacks out.

Hazy but familiar, he wakes up to a cloth over his eyes, and tape over his mouth. Jinxes humming. So similar yet, it's slightly off. Ekko attempts to speak but what comes out is a muffled groans of discomfort. His arms are tied together, and his legs at tied to the chair he's sitting in.

He feels as Jinx comes to untie his blindfold.

"You ain't my Ekko." Jinx states plainly, gun still in her hand, she's spinning it around like a toy. Ekko furrows a brow, curious about what exactly she means by that.

Running the head of the gun down the side of Ekko's head, "you don't fight like he does. You're sloppy, slow. You don't think like he does, didn't bring your little crew, didn't use your little board." She says, almost mocking him.

The gun to his head makes Ekko feel almost claustrophobic, his heart racing at the threat.

"So who're you. Don't lie now." Jinx asks, her pink shimmery eyes staring at him. Her gun dragged underneath his chin, pointing his head up to look at her.

Jinx rips off the tape enclosing his lips. Ekko heaves as he's released, "you're not my Powder." his eyes flicker over to hers, scanning over her features.

"Damn right I ain't, my names Jinx. Call me Powder one more time and it's off with your head." She holds her empty hands fingers into a gun. imitating shooting off his head as she's talking with her hands.

Ekko swallows, "Jinx," he whispers softly. Confused and honestly a bit scared, Ekko gathers that the girl in front of him, is still Powder and he just needs to get closer to her.

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Ahgbdbuh this one might be a bit messy but it's a very fun concept and I'd love to talk more about it !!

[asianwhumpgalore]

Laplae the Hidden Town (เมืองลับแล) | Thaidrama | Whump List

Genre: Historical, Mystery, Romance, Fantasy, Investigation, Drama, Thriller, Suspense

Synopsis: The legend of a secret town shrouded in a curtain of fog, a mountain village of only women and golden turmeric, and a ceremonial hunt for the survival of their lineage.

Length: 20 eps

Whump meter: ▲▲▲△△  Whumpy Things: Whumper parent

✨An interesting story, many shortcomings aside. The whump isn't top-tier, but both MLs are suffering most of the time, so there's that. This also has an underrated trope of the protective whumper parent which was a delightful treat.✨

⚠️Trigger Content: Usual historical CWs, animal death (non graphic) ⚠️⚠️Some SPOILERS will be found, proceed with caution⚠️⚠️

Whumpee: Chaen portrayed by Jet Atlas / Phum Phatphaibun Ophatsuwan

Ep 1 | No appearance.

Ep 2-4 | None.

Ep 5 | Concerned for ally, distressed. Crying.

Ep 6 | Mourning death of friend, crying, suddenly dizzy, leans against tree to support himself, falls to his knees and faints, concern for him | Having nightmares, distressed, pale.

Ep 7-8 | None.

Ep 9 | Shields loved one with his body, stabbed in the abdomen, groans, clutching wound, sinks onto his knees, collapses into loved one's arms, concern for him, unconscious. Carried to safety and placed on bed, blood soaking white shirt, sweating, still bleeding, wound treated | Still unconscious, abdomen bandaged, pale, bleeding again, blood soaks white bandage, trembling.

Ep 10 | Still unconscious, blood soaking white bandage, non-stop bleeding, concern for him, taken away for further treatment | Carried away on a stretcher, pale, wound stitched up and treated | Stirs awake, in pain, struggling to sit up, concern for him, cannot protect loved one due to injury, distressed | Concerned for loved one.

Ep 11 | Still weak from his injuries | Resting to recover, calls out for loved one, helped to sit up | Drugged with medicine, struggling to remain conscious, faints.

Ep 12 | Attacked, saved, pulled to safety, restrained from leaving | Restrained and dragged away, resisting, slapped across the face, concern for ally, scolded, blamed for his ally's injury.

Ep 13 | Threatened and held at gunpoint.

Ep 14 | Tied to a tree.

Ep 15 | No appearance.

Ep 16 | Emotional | Passed out due to being drugged | In prison, unconscious, wakes up with a headache.

Ep 17 | Still imprisoned, held at gunpoint | Narrowly escapes being shot.

Ep 18 | None.

Ep 19 | Emotional | Hit in the back of the head and knocked out, captured (off screen) | Bound and made to kneel, forced to drink non-lethal poison, coughing, faints, concern for him. Carried out on a stretcher. Wakes up with a headache and amnesia.

Ep 20 | Concerned for loved one, manhandled and restrained, distressed, crying, watching mother die.

Whumpee: Min portrayed by Nont Sadanont Durongkavarojana

Ep 1-2 | No appearance

Ep 3 | Chased | Dagger held to his throat, threatened.

Ep 4 | Shoved onto bed, whimpers, threatened.

Ep 5 | No appearance.

Ep 6 | Threatened, attacked, pinned to bench, barely blocking slashes, cut in the palm of his hand, knife held to his neck, threatened again, hissing in pain. Bandages hand, blood soaking white cloth, concerned for friend | Chased | Attacked and all his friends are killed, in shock, barely escapes, panting, crying | Crying again, blames himself, whimpering.

Ep 7 | None.

Ep 8 | Distressed, teary eyed, decked in the face, falls to the ground | Ambushed, held at gunpoint, attacked, protected.

Ep 9 | Recalling painful memory.

Ep 10 | None.

Ep 11 | Manhandled and pinned to the bed, knife held to his neck, threatened with a gun.

Ep 12 | Threatened with knives, captured (off-screen), bound and head covered with a bag, scared, concerned for loved one, dragged away | No longer bound but being watched, briefly restrained.

Ep 13-16 | None.

Ep 17 | Surrounded and held at gunpoint | Crying.

Ep 18-19 | None.

Ep 20 | Narrowly escapes being shot at.

[ikkosu]

hhrrnggh prowll.. him having a wet dream about you and he wakes up when he overloads to see you had been using his spike while he recharged and ur like Good Morning 😊😇 (he makes you clean up the mess as punishment.. but not after making even more of a mess using you to make it even. or maybe he bides his time to catch you unaware, with you asleep and him having his way with you)

Or option 2 he is alone when he has the dream hes sooo grumpy cleaning up the mess. blames u. internally hes seething, 'how dare you?? you are doing this to me on purpose to make a fool out of me.' Meanwhile you don't know what you've done to make him glare daggers at you like that but you can feel him looking at you even when u turn away, and you're feeling a little uneasy

this ask was sponsored by the parasite in my brain that makes me horny ( i am being held at gunpoint) -gourmet anon

GOURMET ANON OMG YES YES GOD whoever is putting u at gunpoint, horny parasite must never go away/j

Prowl waking up with a groan, wondering why his lower region is so pressurized and sensitive so he swivels down. And, you're there between his thighs, lapping up the remains of his overloads.

Prowl grumbles when he sees the crack of a smile between your teeth. It's already morning , not only he'll have to clean himself up but also the bed and your shenanigans. Omg, him waiting until you're asleep ⚰️ I'm coffined. You're mumbling, sleep induced and prowl is just smug as he reminds you about taking his spike in his sleep HREEHRHRH

😭😭😭 you're so right too omg he would be the type to be so salty if he's bricked up in his sleep because of you lmaoooo. While reader thinks they're about to be assassinated with prowl's chastise for another report you messed up he's busy trying to push away the thought of you below and above him, riding his spike

[lightninghikaru]

Even more time passes, and Sonic finally finds a locked room that had to either be the powder room or the weapons cache. Using his quill again to pick the lock he questions why there are no patrols going around as it clicks open, and he sees weapons and chains throughout the room. He needed to be quick, he’d been out of the cell for a long time already that any longer was pushing his luck. He searches for a dagger that would go unnoticed if they kept a close eye on inventory.

               The familiar click of a flintlock stops his searching. Pausing to wait for the person to say something feeling the barrel of the gun touch his back between his spines. He gently puts down the dagger he had started to pick up and raises his hands. He really should have gone back to the cell and tried again later.

               The gun moves away from his back, and he turns around looking extremely confused as no one was behind him. Well… except for the floating pistol pointing at him. He blinks a few times confused as it looks like the pistol is moving around as the barrel moves quickly almost in a gesturing motion, like an invisible person was holding it. Was it trying to say leave the room?

               “Is this a weird prank?” Sonic said as the pistol quickly moves before he realizes he’s hit in the side of the head causing him to lurch forward. “Ouch!” Sonic feels the pistol behind his back pushing him out of the room. “Okay, okay.” He leaves slowly not wanting whatever is causing this to blow a hole in his back.

               The pushing and nudging weapon guides him back towards the cell. Sonic enters as the cell door slams behind him with a startle. The padlock clicks back in place locking the door as Sonic looks back seeing the pistol float out of the room. After it’s out of sight he hears a loud thud as if something dropped. “I have to be hallucinating…” He said to himself. What even was that?

               “Enjoy your evening stroll?” Sonic turns back towards the door surprised to see the Ebony Hedgehog walk in. How did he know? And how did he get here so fast?

               “Oh yeah, I love moonlit walks after a nap. Though you may need to talk to your cleaning crew. I don’t think the sheets have been washed.” Sonic said as the Captain lets out a chuckle before standing in front of him.

               “So there is more to you than just being a self-sacrificing hero.” He taunted,

               “Oh there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Sonic grins back noticing the other was holding the pistol that was previously holding him at gunpoint. He wasn’t going to let this guy get under his skin. Especially if he was planning on turning him like that Snake guy said,

               "Is that so?” He leans closer to the cell, “Good, I don’t want you to break too quickly. That wouldn’t be as fun.” Sonic’s quills raise slightly feeling threatened by those words. His grin widens at the azure hedgehog’s reaction.

               “You got this whole act down don’t you? Trick your prisoners into sneaking around the ship undetected and then taking them by surprise with a prop gun.” Sonic said gesturing to the weapon.

               “Yes, Omega did tell me he found you trying to sneak a weapon.” He said still lightly grinning. This hedgehog has no idea what is truly going on. That will make tomorrow more interesting. “You should get some rest, I have something special planned for you tomorrow,” He said walking back towards the door,

               “Wait! I never got your name.” Sonic said,

               “It’s Captain Shadow.” He said, “And don’t try to sneak out again, I’ll be having one of my men stationed in front of this door.”

               “Guess I’ll stay put for now… Shadow.” Sonic said, a venom in his tone as he said his name. Shadow glances back at him,  

               “Good. Rest well… Hedgehog.” He closes the door behind him leaving Sonic alone to try and figure out what to do next.

[nerdypuddincup]

He wiped the blood from his face as he rose up from his knees. His eyes sunken into his scarred and radiated skull. But they burned with a fire that only the combined trauma of 200 plus years could amass. As he rose, his bones audibly cracked and snapped into place. His mutation did have several draw backs, but he was a hard bastard to kill. So, there was that at the very least.

With a flick of his wrist, his specialty rounds shot out from his modified revolver/shotgun hybrid. The bullet tore through the ar and the machine that had previously put him down was sent crashing down as a bunch of scrap metal.

A collection of blood had pooled in his mouth, which he promptly spat out. The sound of his spurs clinked on the metal floor of the Vault as he repositioned himself. His gun held up at eye level.

“What is this? Who the hell are you?!” A voice asked the Ghoul. A voice that he knew all too well.It was a voice that he had longed to hear. A voice that would whisper sweet nothings as they made love the first time, a voice so tired and yet so sweet when it cooed to their newborn daughter, and a voice that cut like a dagger when he heard it say America would nuke itself.

The sound of her voice rang in his ears, almost made him stumble more than the Mr. Handy ever could. She was older now, a few more deep lines, and hair gray. But compared to himself, she was quite well put together. And out here, in post-apocalyptia one was so much changed than they once were.

“Answer me goddamnit!” Demanded the woman in the Vault Suit demanded. The woman who at one point, had been his wife. Lifetimes ago. An entirely different world, not this strange alien dssert that they had come to know. There were trees, there was drinking water, there was laughter. Now, it was a shriveled caricature of what it once was. Much like the Ghoul who held the woman he knew but did not know him at gunpoint. There were so many things that he wanted to say. He wanted to shout, to scream, to cuss, he also wanted to embrace her, kiss her, and kick her and kill her. He gritted his teeth, focusing. He had been dreaming for a very long time. And he would not squander the opportunity now. He was a professional after all. He had rehearsed the line time and time again. Finally, the bounty hunter spoke. It was a voice etched with indignation that ran deeper than the lines on the woman’s face.

“I am the righteous hand of God.” He said, pulling back the hammer of his gun. “And I am the Devil that you forgot.” His eyes narrowed. “I told you one day that I’d be back, and Hell’d be comin’ with me.”

And with that, his finger pulled the trigger and a bullet ripped through the air.

[bakerstreethound]

Madness or Madly in Love?

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Warnings: 18+ implied/slightly spicy times, slight angst, marking, and teasing

Summary: When Sherlock notices you refusing to give him affection for a couple of hours, he grows worried, knowing it’s because he forgot to let you know of his whereabouts the past week. Now, he has to pay his penance, asking for your forgiveness. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1k+

A/N: I haven’t written a spicy Sherlock in a hot minute, but it was nice to get my writing muscles working again and turning back to fanfic mode. Thank you all for sticking around with me, this semester has been rough to say the least. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Graphic by @firefly-graphics​ Comments and reblogs are most appreciated! 

Sherlock sighs, his cool demeanor faulting with your questioning eyes on him. He’d been bored, utterly bored considering you’ve ignored his need for a kiss or any affection for the past couple of hours. He knew it was foolish of him to act in such a manner, be reduced to almost begging your forgiveness.

Apparently not notifying you of his whereabouts had caused you to worry, but he supposed you did so as he was held at gunpoint and threatened, but you obviously didn’t need to know the other details. Mrs. Hudson had revealed too much to you regardless.

Now you stare at him, glaring daggers, watching him swallow as he turns toward you, pleading desperation in his eyes, asking forgiveness. However, the rest of his face is stoic, not matching the message in his eyes.  

I’m sorry. I should have known better. Stay.

The last request is hard to ignore. Of course you want to stay, you were glad it wasn’t him with his head on a pike delivered to your doorstep.

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” Your voice cuts through the air like ice, frigid, hard, borderline unfeeling, yet filled with subtle desperation of your own. You take a step closer. How you want to cup his face in your hands, brush your thumb along his lips, rememorize him, make sure he is here, safe and sound.

He closes the distance, the rift between you smaller, your gaze locking on to his. You can’t look away too mesmerized already drowning in the depths of the emotion concealed there.

“Exactly how mad would you be if I kissed you?” A hand falls to your waist, and you find yourself falling, despite the anger, the worry the familiar rhythm of his heart beckons to you.

“Right now?”

He dips his head, breath hot along the shell of your ear, his smooth baritone beckoning. “Yes.”

“Extremely, utterly, devastati-” you don’t finish your sentence, can’t before his smell envelops you, bringing you in his captivating sphere, your hands reaching to cling to the lapels of his suit jacket his lips insistent in their quest. He doesn’t give you a moment to retaliate, tasting the soft desperation, a quiet whine escaped from your lips and he smirks, pulling you impossibly closer. You body responds in kind, aching from his absence. Here you feel at home, comforted, wanted, and needed.

How long had it been? Too long. Oh, far too long. The taste of his lips is an addiction you can’t find yourself breaking, falling over and over consumed by him. Your arms wrap around him, finding his curls tugging gently, causing him to gasp into the kiss, and you groan in kind when he grips your butt, before liftng you in his arms, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist while he pins you to the wall.

You groan at the contact his chest heaving, pressed against yours, curls messy and in disarray courtesy of you. You reach out, wrapping your hand around the naps of his neck, tugging the curls residing there gently as you kiss him desperately, pulling him impossibly closer as he adjusts, pushing his thigh between your legs, a soft whimper falling from your lips at the contact.

“Did you like that? Of course, you did, that’s right.” His rich baritone courses through you, setting you on fire, making you melt with each and every word.

You answer in kind, tugging his lips, letting your action speak and he responds, pulling you back to him with every kiss, setting your body and heart on fire with each gentle yet demanding touch. You let the feelings consume you, relearning the way your body molds into his as he picks you up once more, his lips not leaving yours as he strides down the hall before placing you on the edge of the bed. You feel the wake of his absence when he closes the door, needing him, an invisible thread tying you to him, unbreakable.

His eyes glide over your form, watching intently, his fingers working on the buttons of the forsaken button down shirt of his. It’s agonizing but you remain there, ever the attentive audience, your tongue gliding over your lower lip as his beautiful form is revealed to you.

You want to lavish his body in kisses, the planes of his chest littered with the marks only you can give. He will wear them with pride, whether he likes it or not. You are his alone to claim and you, his temptress can’t wait a moment longer.

“Come closer, Sherlock.”

“Impatient are we? I thought you were displeased with me.” He walks over to you, shirt long forgotten, your eyes utterly transfixed as he stops right in front of you letting you drink in the sight.

“Oh I am terribly mad at you, my boy. But perhaps you could change that…”

He chuckles, kissing your cheek, his hand caressing your jaw lovingly. “Let me make it up to you…please,” he hisses at your fingers running along the planes of his chest, down further to his hips tracing along the line of his trousers, a hint of promise tied in with a warning.

“Pay your penance then, my love for I enact a heavy toll.” Your lips brush along his, nipping softly before he crawls on top of you, pulling you to the center of the bed, stroking your sides, attacking your neck with fervent kisses.

He groans, moving against you, discarding your clothing as he continues worshipping your body. “Hell, been so long…”

You smirk, nibbling his lip after he finishes kissing along your body, sighing at the sensations. “”Got lots of catching up to do, yes,” you fall into him not caring the sounds you make. All there is is him. Nothing else matters or ever will.

When you break away panting, gasping for him, clinging to him your reason for living, the air you breath, you can’t help but beg for more, enjoying the sweet kisses he gives as he brings you to the precipice of pleasure, his eyes shimmering in both determination and adoration. Yes, this was a long awaited apology and you aren’t letting him go.

******

[dreamy-jaeger]

I Know The End | Ch. 6

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: 18+, violence, mentions of SA, gore, animal abuse, murder, slight smut. (this chapter is really dark you guys, I apologize 😩)

Chapter Summary: The events of the ambush and it’s after effects. Personalities change and relationships shift.

Masterlist  

A/N: omg you guys i’m so sorry i took so long to write this, i’ve just been hecka busy, but chapter 6 is here now!! and this one will give you whiplash, i can tell you that for free. i hope you like it!!!! <3

chapter 6

Eren’s P.O.V.

“So, you’re the motherfucker who killed Colt.”

Eren’s eyes shot open. He was met with the sight of bruised knuckles curled around a trigger, visible because of the pale glow of the moon streaming in from the windows. He held his breath, swallowing at the fear that was bubbling up his throat, not even daring a twitch of movement in the case this lunatic was trigger happy.

The view of the man holding him at gunpoint was obstructed by the weapon digging into his forehead, leaving his identity shrouded in mystery. Eren’s mind was running rampant with all the possible ways he could get himself out of this situation, the gears turning furiously.

Though as the last dregs of sleep began to slip away from his form, and reality began to set in with the overworking of his mind, Eren suddenly remembered it wasn’t just him that resided in this church. He wasn’t alone anymore.

Another painful reminder was the sound of bodies struggling, cries of help muffled by the palm of a hand.

Y/N.

Eren’s body jolted, an involuntary response from his desperation to help her. His shoulders raised off of the pew, though he was forced back down as the man pushed his gun harsher into his skin. It was sure to leave a bruise.

The man clicked his tongue three times in disapproval. “Don’t make any sudden movements, Casanova. Unless you want a bullet lodged in your skull.”

A harsh breath of annoyance pushed out of Eren’s nose as he bit his tongue, holding back any of the threats that wanted to slip over it. A muscle twitched in his jaw, his hands slowly raising up in begrudging surrender.

“Sit up.” The man ordered, and Eren could do nothing but comply. His boots met the solid ground of the church, his teal eyes glared daggers at the man who was now visible to him in this new position.

He was surprisingly well-kept for a man living in the apocalypse, his skin free from grime and his sandy undercut hair slicked back neatly. Tipping Eren off that these guys had come from somewhere established, a safe community where this type of look was achievable. Which only meant that there would be even more people waiting on their return. More people to come looking if they never did. He would have to move the girls out of here quickly— if they ever made it out of this mess.

Eren forced himself not to flick his eyes towards the door in the back where he knew Gabby and Ellie resided, most likely completely oblivious to what was ensuing in the main room of the church. If this guy was at all observant, he didn’t want to risk the chance of them being found.

He did however let his eyes fall towards the altar, to where he knew Y/N to be— once another terrified whimper seeped through the fingers of her captor. His blood spiked red hot with anger when he saw thick arms locking her in place against a hardened chest, half her face covered by a large hand, leaving only the sight of her pleading eyes to tug at Eren’s heart. She struggled against the man’s grip, feet kicking restlessly. But the man was too large, too strong, and there was a wicked look in his hazel eyes, like he found amusement in the woman’s distress.

Eren wanted him dead.

“Don’t look at her.” The first man spat, using his gun to force Eren’s chin back towards him. “Look at me.”

Gritting his teeth, Eren met his gaze, the man seemed to be getting the same amount of enjoyment out of this endeavor just as much as his counterpart. He was obviously the type of person who relished in the anarchy, thrived in it. Eren abhorred these types.

“Care to tell me why… despite my attempts to reach out to my contact stationed at this post, I received no response from him?” The man questioned, eyebrows furrowed with feigned confusion.

“And then when I come to check up with him, I find him dead with an arrow right between the eyes?” He then continued, his tone far too nonchalant to be speaking of the death of a comrade.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eren said simply, his voice controlled.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk, a scoff ringing out into the air a second later. He shared a look with his partner before turning back towards Eren, shifting the gun to his temple.

“You sure about that?” He asked, bringing his face closer to Eren’s, his hot breath fanning over his skin. “Or is that not your crossbow?”

Eren’s eyes followed to where the man gestured with a nod, landing on Y/N’s crossbow that she had left leaned up against the pew that he had happened to choose that night. And it might’ve been odd, but Eren was grateful that the incriminating evidence pointed towards him and no one else. He was the one to blame. Hopefully he would be the sole receiver of whatever revenge they were planning.

“Oh.” Eren let slip from his lips, like the reminder flashed forward in time with the gesture.

“That’s all you have to say?” The man responded, “‘Oh’?”

“Yeah. I remember it now.” Eren answered with ostensible nonchalance, looking back towards him as if it were a casual conversation. “As I recall it, your contact didn’t put up much of a fight. He practically killed himself by getting in my way.”

A sharp sound of protest sounded out from Y/N, most likely trying to allude to the fact that it was her who killed their comrade and not Eren. He refused the urge to spare her a begging glance, to let him take the blame. He was unsure of what they would do if they knew the truth. And luckily (in Eren’s case), neither of the men took it as such, only believing she was still fighting against the forceful grip she was trapped under.

“Will you shut her up?” The man said, paying more attention to the distraction rather than Eren’s confession.

“I’m trying, Porco, but she’s not exactly putting up an easy fight.” The other replied, grunts of exertion protruding from his lips from every movement she made to get away from him. Eren felt a strange surge of pride at this, knowing that she was a fighter, just as he. It brought on a sense of hope that maybe they could get out of this unscathed, protecting the ones they care most about.

That all changed with the words that fell out of the so-called Porco’s mouth.

“I know a way we could get her to be quiet.” Porco replied, turning away from Eren. And though the gun was no longer pointed towards his skull, he was that much more afraid as Porco rounded on the woman in his partner’s arms.

“She is pretty…” He observed, stepping nearer. Y/N flinched away when he brought his knuckles up to her cheekbone, brushing against the skin that shined with frightened tears.

“Don’t fucking touch her.” Eren seethed, standing up from the pew, fists clenched. Though his aggression was quickly put to rest when Porco pointed the gun back at him. The man surged forward, a harsh hand on Eren's shoulder, weapon pressing abrasively— once again— against his forehead. He was brought down on his knees, complying when every part of him was screaming to fight, to draw blood, to kill.

“What was that?” Porco said as he advanced on him, maniacal with his words. “You don’t want me to touch her? That’s rich coming from you, Casanova.”

His grip was rough on Eren’s chin as he forced him to look up into his conniving facial features. Grin wicked as he licked his lips, every movement he made wanting Eren to drive his fist further and further into his skull.

“How about it, huh?” Porco sneered. “I’ll forgive you for killing my guy if you let me take a pass at your girl.”

“If you even lay a finger on her—”

“You’ll what?” He condescended, tilting his head in a way that angered Eren even further, “Have your brains splattered across the floor? I think you’re forgetting who has the upper hand here.”

Eren pushed his forehead against the weapon, trying desperately to prove that he wasn’t afraid. And maybe he wasn’t. His anger was forcing its way through every nerve in his body, enough so that he would stare down the barrel of a gun, knowing that whatever the outcome, she would remain unharmed. As long as she was safe, as well as the others hidden within the confines of the confession booth, he would do anything to take this threat away.

Though this was unapparent to the man who stood above him, who looked around the room as if he had an audience. Obviously taking pleasure in the chaos he was creating.

“You know what?” He said, his cruel smirk painting his features once more. “I don’t need your permission.”

Porco leaned forward, his lips pressed right up against Eren’s ear, correspondingly the gun was held up to his temple on the opposite side.

“I’ll fuck your girl right in front of you.”

There was a white blinding anger that surged through Eren’s core, forging through him with horrifying force. He imagined his teeth sinking into the skin of this man’s throat, ripping the tendons, blood pouring out from every crevice, making him pay for a comment like that, for the threat of his touch on Y/N’s skin. But the fantasy was interrupted by a harsh, agonizing scream.

And there were teeth and blood. But to Eren’s surprise it wasn’t his own.

Ellie had somehow escaped from the hidden confines of the confession booth. Her pointed teeth were digging their way through the forearm that was previously gripped around Y/N’s torso. Growls were escaping their way through the jaw that was locked around his appendage. Blood splattered across the floor.

“What the fuck?” The other man cried, trying to shake free from the grip of this dog that Eren had never felt more grateful towards, the defense that she provided allowing Y/N to slip free from his grasp. She fell forward, hands braced against the floor as she caught her breath. Though just as quickly, she looked back towards her dog, both she and Eren caught sight of the man lifting his arm in a powerful fist, bearing down on the dog that was fighting so valiantly.

“No!” Y/N screeched at the same exact time her dog let out a sharp and plaintive whimper under the strong blow the man ministrated against her. The dog released him, stumbling back— ears held against her head, tail tucked under her legs, wavering from the inflicted wound, looking so much weaker than what Eren had known of the animal. He wondered about the shaking dog Y/N had found in her basement, right on the precipice of the apocalypse.

But he couldn’t let the thought plague him for too long. Instead, under the distraction of it all, Eren brought the force of his elbow into Porco’s temple. The gun in his hand slipping from his grip, falling into Eren’s lap. It all felt so lucky, as Eren’s own hand wrapped around the weapon, fingers finding the trigger in a moment’s notice.

The man with his forearm bleeding freely was now advancing towards Y/N— dog forgotten as she cowered in on herself after that horrifying bludgeon. Y/N was scrambling, trying everything to get away, most likely hoping for a path that would allow her to get to her dog. What she didn’t notice was Eren pointing his newfound weapon at her adversary, and as soon as the man took another step forward, a bullet whizzed through the air, piercing itself between his eyes. Just as the arrow did his compatriot. He fell to his demise just the same.

A frustrated, curdling roar of anger sounded out from beside Eren, and before he knew it he was down on the floor, wrestling with the weight of a maddened man who witnessed the death of yet another one of his comrades. The gun, unfortunately, slipped from his grip within the pandemonium, skidding across the floor.

All Eren could focus on was the man who had somehow gotten the advantage. His thighs were trapping Eren in place, hands gripped into the fabric of his t-shirt.

“I’ll kill you.” The man raged, hands shifting upwards, tightening around the expanse of Eren’s neck. Eren’s legs kicked from underneath the man, trying everything to break free as his vocal chords began to restrict under Porco’s grip, fresh air being lost to his lungs. But his anger was matched with Porco’s, both of them filled with adrenaline from the actions taken against those closest to them. And with the upper hand now in Porco’s favor, Eren was at a disadvantage.

He was gasping, searching for any breath that could provide his lungs with relief. His fingers tugged at the rough hands wrapped around his throat. In each passing second death seeped in all around him from every corner of the earth. His life flashed before his eyes, starting with memories from his childhood, and then the beginning of the end, and the people he met throughout its duration. But all that mattered to him were the last couple of months when he found his humanity in the young girl he took in, as well as the last few days where his life finally felt complete now that he found—

A gunshot rang through the air once more. Porco’s grip loosened around Eren’s throat as he fell down beside him, brains now seeping onto the tiled floor, eyes glassy with death, perhaps a fate that was spoken into existence. Eren gasped in huge lungfuls of cold refreshing air, savoring the life that was almost taken from him. But his still-panicked gaze found purchase on the path the bullet had come from, landing on Gabby standing at the end of it. The gun was held aloft in her shaking hands, barrel steaming from the bullet that just blasted from its confines.

“Holy shit.” The young girl breathed, gun dropping to her side, “I just killed someone.”

“Gabby.” Eren croaked, vocal cords strained from the violence inflicted. He rolled over, propping himself up on shaky hands and knees. Regret brittled his bones, knowing that she had never done that before, wishing she didn’t have to at an age so young. It was a burden he never wanted her to bear. His efforts fallen flat within his missteps.

His movements were in an attempt to get to her, to make sure she was all right and that her humanity wasn’t being lost to her, the same way his own was the first time he drew blood. But once he was up on his knees, he caught sight of Y/N, sitting next to a dark lump on the floor. Eren’s heart lodged itself in his throat and before he knew it, he was up on his feet staggering over to where the woman sat, shoulders trembling with every sob that wracked through her body.

“Is she…” Eren choked out, dropping to his knees beside her, an arm instinctively wrapping around her shaking form. Despite her grievances, Y/N relaxed under his touch.

“She’s alive.” Y/N spoke, her voice small, almost to the point where her words came out as a whimper, though it was filled with an aching relief. Her hands smoothed over the head that now resided in her lap. The dog’s eyes were shut closed against the world around her, her breathing so shallow that Eren could hardly tell if her heart was still beating, he was hoping it was only because of the dark that surrounded them. Y/N continued her reassurances, almost as though she was trying to convince herself, even with the tremor that still plagued her.

“Just shaken up, is all. She’ll be alright… we’ve been through worse… But, Gabby—”

“—’m fine.” Gabby interrupted before any inquiries, she sat down on Y/N’s other side. “I’ll be alright too.”

“Gabby—” Eren started.

“I said I’m fine.” She reiterated, maybe a bit too harshly. Eren had opened his mouth to argue the fact, but then he felt as Gabby’s own arms snaked their way around Y/N’s waist, and the words faded off of his tongue.

All four of them were lost within their desperate need of solace, holding onto one another with shaking hands. Two dead bodies lay behind them, forgotten as they all sat in front of the altar with candles burned down to the wick. The faith that once was held in this building by previous loyal churchgoers now placed entirely on the delicate foundation of this forming bond between them.

Y/N’s P.O.V

8 years ago.

Chaos. That was all there was at the beginning.

It was like the world was distorted by a dark twisted filter of destruction. The sky seemed darker than usual, strange for a summer’s day in early June. There were rows and rows of stagnant cars as everyone tried to force their way out of the city. Soon replaced by horrified mobs that wouldn’t care if they trampled over those who tripped over their feet. All that mattered to the mass majority was to get away by all means from the ripping teeth and bloodied fingernails of the monsters that were now running rampant through the streets. Most of the efforts were in vain.

The bloodshed on that very first day was one of the worst blows humanity had ever taken.

Y/N was one of the few who was oblivious to the start of the apocalypse. A feat that seemed impossible, due to the fall of society that had overtaken their world. But she was on a train, headphones plugged in, her thoughts solely on the excitement of getting to see her family again after a year of being apart.

Though reality soon set in as the train started to slow to a stop, halfway between the two stations. Y/N remembered being annoyed at first, frustrated at the delay in her journey probably due to some technical difficulties, but the frustration was soon replaced by confusion as the passengers were evacuated from the locomotive.

The confusion then turned into fear when Y/N finally witnessed the chaos.

She tried calling her parents, her ear was met with low beeps as the call was disconnected. The lines were down, overrun with all the others trying to contact their loved ones. The people around her were no help, as they scrambled to find a way out of this mess once the conductor announced what was really going on. And as they all began to argue about what should be done— if they should take the train into one of the stations or wait for instruction from government officials— Y/N had decided that she could walk the rest of the way home.

With her luggage left behind, save for the backpack over her shoulder, she slipped away under the guise of all the mayhem.

It took her two days to finally reach the neighborhood where her house resided. The streets she grew up in were eerily quiet, nothing so much as stirring as Y/N made her way down the sidewalk.

Surprisingly, she hadn’t run into much during her journey home, since most of the damage was still convoluted within the bounds of the city. She didn’t run into any other living soul, only stopping to rest for thirty minutes at a time, eating the snacks she had preemptively packed for the journey home that should’ve been much simpler than this.

Every so often the ground would tremble, and in the distance would send echoes of great roaring booms. Perhaps the government had resorted to bombing what was left over… the thought unsettled Y/N in her bones.

She thought of her dog, who trembled at the sound of mere fireworks. Her heart ached. She prayed her family would have stayed home. Waiting for her. They had to know she would’ve done anything to get to them. They wouldn’t leave her behind.

However, her house was just as quiet as the street, proven by the lack of excited claws clacking against the floor, a sound she was used to hearing whenever she walked in through the front door. Her bottom lip began to tremble. But she wouldn’t let herself cry. Not yet.

Instead she moved into her kitchen. A place filled with happy memories of her little family making dinner all together. Her mom would be chopping vegetables, a bright grin on her face from the corny joke her dad just told as he stood over the stove. Ellie would be sitting on the precipice of the room, smart enough to know that Y/N’s dad would be quick to shoo her out if she attempted to step a paw further inside. Also smart enough to know that Y/N would eventually sneak her a piece of chicken when her dad was pretending not to look. All of those happy memories faded into these kitchen walls.

It looked so much emptier now that everyone was gone.

The image of her kitchen began to blur as tears filled the corners of Y/N’s eyes. Her throat was tight as she started to imagine the worst. Coming to terms with the fact that she was the only one left.

She was all alone.

Or was she?

An ominous creak rang out from deeper within the house, capturing the girl's attention. A knife that was left on the drying rack by the sink was now held secure in her hand. She ventured further into her childhood home, only stopping when she reached the closed door of her parents bedroom. There was a faded noise seeping in from under the door.

Y/N’s heart was racing. Her fingers grasped around the doorknob, turning slightly. The door creaked open as she pushed against it.

She was frozen in place.

That was until the sight in front of her had caused such a visceral reaction that bile forced its way up her throat. Unable to stop as she released the contents of her last feeble meal, splattering across the floor.

Y/N had heard briefly of what has been happening these last few days from a comment made by the conductor. That people have been turning into cannibals, eating at the flesh of their fellow man, aggressively and violently. Causing the people they bite to do the same, spreading the disease. And over the past forty-eight hours the girl feared having to run into one of those monsters. She didn’t. Until now.

Sat on the bed in the middle of the room were her parents. But not as she had ever known them.

Her father was hunched over the carcass of what used to be her mother. His teeth gnashing, crimson blood covering the expanse of his chin, as well as his fingers that dug into a gaping hole in her mom’s stomach, unaware of his daughter standing in the doorway. Though that changed when her coughing and hacking had caught his attention. He stared up at her with hungry eyes, slow moving, like he was about to pounce.

“Oh, dad.” Y/N mourned, holding the knife out in front of her, her tears now falling freely, burning hot down the skin of her cheeks. Is he not the man she once knew him to be? Does he not recognize his own daughter? Was she soon to have the same fate as her mother? The woman he married and always claimed to be the love of his life, now a gory mess on their marital bed?

Her father tumbled off of the mattress, his eyes still clouded over and angry. Lost in his irises— the same color as her own— was the warmth she had known throughout the eighteen years of her life. This thing was not her father. He was a monster standing in his place.

“Please…” Y/N whimpered as he started to stagger towards her, knowing that this could only end in one way. “Please, don’t.”

Of course he didn’t understand her, his possessed mind set on its current goal. Hands out reaching for her, a cruel imitation of when he used to do the same to pull her into a loving hug. A sob wracked through her body when she caught sight of a bloodied bandage wrapped around his forearm. Had he been one of the firsts to be bit? Had he not known what he would eventually turn into? Going to sleep besides his wife thinking it was just a freak accident and all would be fine in the morning?

The theories ran rampant in Y/N’s brain as she continued to back up, her father still lumbering towards her, hissing at the sight of her.

“Dad.” Y/N said again, almost like she was begging. Begging for him to stop. Begging him to turn back into the man that she once knew. She couldn’t do this without him. She couldn’t do this alone.

She was forced to stop when her back hit the wood of the door at the end of the hallway. It wasn’t fully shut, so it creaked as it slightly shifted back under the weight of her body. She knew what lay behind her. It was the staircase that led downstairs. She could escape down below, slam the door shut and avoid doing what she knew she had to.

But seeing him like this. Seeing her own dad, a shell of the man he once was, was too hard to bear. And she didn’t want to let this monster live in his place any longer than it already has. It was unfair that this thing had stolen her dad from her, stolen the feet stalking forward, stolen the hands reaching out, stolen the heart that was no longer beating, the eyes that were no longer loving and replaced it all with cold unfeeling death.

So with a newfound energy and rage, the girl raised the knife, plunging it deep into his skull with a strangled cry of exertion.

Her dad— now free from the unrelenting grasp of this monster— sank to the floor, unmoving.

“I’m sorry.” She cried, dropping down beside him, too afraid to touch him, but wanting one last moment with her father. Her salty tears dripped down onto his face, causing streaks to carve through her mother’s blood staining his chin. “I’m so sorry.”

She stayed like that for a few moments more, mourning the death of her parents. Her cries were loud and unrelenting, her hand was clutched to her chest trying hard to even out her breathing that was forging through her in staggered intervals. Her grief wouldn’t let her calm down, keeping her shoulders rigid and her throat raw.

But somehow through it all, she heard a new sound, wavering up from behind her, up the stairs and through the crack in the door. A muffled, warbled whimper, as if her grief was manifesting itself outside of her body. But that wasn’t it… no. She knew exactly what it was. Who it was.

Y/N scrambled to her feet, desperate in her movements, practically tripping down the stairs to where the sound was coming from. She rounded the corner, eyes searching for the dusty storage-space tucked underneath the stairs. A place of solace her dog always ran to when the boom of fireworks or the rumble of thunder became too overwhelming.

She was met with an occupied space. Big brown eyes staring up at her, her entire body shaking with fear, and a tail that slowly started thumping against the floor.

“Ellie.”

More whimpered cries escaped from the dog as she realized who was standing in front of her— a sound she always made when happiness overwhelmed her whenever a family member returned home. Y/N’s own tears gushed harder down her face, only this time with the most overwhelming relief she had ever known.

She dropped to her knees, the movement sparking the dog to stand up on shaky legs and move forward into her owner’s arms.

“I’m here, sweet girl.” Y/N whispered into her fur as the dog continued to cry, her tail now wagging more furiously as her familiar scent washed over her. Ellies nose was dry as she sniffed at Y/N’s cheeks, most likely due to a lack of water. Y/N would have to get some for her, as well as some food. But for now she had her arms wound tight around her dog, shoulders shaking with relief. She wasn’t alone anymore. Ellie wasn’t alone anymore. They had found each other within the chaos.

“I’m here.”

~ present day

“We have to go.”

Eren’s words were sharp with the command, maybe too soon after the fact. There were protests from Gabby, who tried to argue that there was more time needed to recover. Y/N wanted to agree with her— in favor of her poor old dog still trembling in her lap, but she knew that Eren was right. Especially at the mention that more of them could be on their way as soon as they didn’t hear back from the man that seemed to be their leader.

So now they were back to wandering through the forest, before the sun had even begun to rise. The shadows overcast from the trees were shifting and changing in Y/N’s tired mind, looking far too much like more enemies they might have to defend themselves against. She jumped more often than not at any slight movement, still shaken by the events that transpired.

Ellie was tied to her waist by a rarely-used leash, too worried to let her dog wander off like she usually did. Not that she would’ve done so, Ellie was sticking close to Y/N’s side, her movements slow and careful. Though, the reassurance the leash provided was always welcome. She wanted her dog near her, somewhere close, where she would be safe.

It would be a lie if Y/N said she wasn’t worried. Her dog had taken many hits before, some much worse than what happened tonight. But Ellie was getting old, her reaction time much slower than what it once was, now proven with the timid dog that walked in time with her steps. The bounce back of her usual energy was taking much longer than it ever has.

Y/N didn’t dare think of the extremities that could’ve taken place tonight, if her captor had been that much more forceful, or if Porco had been quicker with his gun. She could have lost the one thing that mattered most to her in this world. She still could. It was hard to keep the fear at bay. Death was imminent, there was no getting around it, but with the way Y/N’s worries plagued her mind it was like she enjoyed the torture of fearing the inevitable. Her overactive imagination was far too strong for her own good.

The only thing that anchored her to reality was the man who walked a few paces in front of her now.

Eren was strong with the way he moved through the shadowed forest, deliberate with his actions just as he was earlier that night. It seemed as though he wasn’t affected at all by what had happened, his strength resounding in the very way he kept them all moving. At the moment, Y/N was grateful for his resilience, it was like a spark of hope lighting itself against the aggressive darkness of dread.

It was the very lifeboat Y/N needed to pull herself from her own harrowed worries. She kept her eyes on the shoulders that were often brushed by the low hanging branches surrounding them. The sight of him keeping her present, keeping her moving.

Gabby, on the other hand, was far in the distance behind them, her feet dragging through the foliage that lay beneath their feet. Her demeanor was soft and quiet, unlike anything Y/N had known of her from before. Every so often Eren would turn, his teal gaze catching on to Y/N before shifting towards the young girl behind her. His brow would soon furrow every time he realized she hadn’t moved any closer.

With the time Y/N had now gotten to know the man, she knew that look well. He was worried— just as she was. Though this time it was more so than ever before. Perhaps he was worried for Gabby the same way Y/N was worried for Ellie. The events of the night caused far too much damage beyond the physical realm. The woman was unsure of what that damage could be for the young teenager, but it burdened her nonetheless. Since she now seemed to care about her as much as any other friend she’s had in her life.

So as the sun began to rise, and the day went on, there were many times when Y/N tried to engage the girl in conversation, ranging between casual topics to more in depth questions about what she was feeling at that moment. But every single time, her attempts were brushed off by a shrug and a brief comment of dismissal. A nut too tough to crack.

“Does she seem off to you?” Eren once asked, as they took a break by a small river, a babbling brook carving its way through the forest floor. Serene in its very nature and a sight that would usually excite the young girl. Though now she only sat silently on a large rock stationed near the bank, knees curled in on herself as she took in the scene.

Y/N pursed her lips at Eren’s question, unsure how to answer it without worrying him further.

“I don’t know, she’s quieter than usual.” Y/N replied, careful with her words. “We didn’t get much sleep… maybe she’s tired.”

“Yeah.” Eren responded, though he sounded unsure. “Maybe.”

The conversation was put to rest as soon as they continued on with their journey. The remainder of it was surrounded in silence as no one dared to speak. They passed through endless miles of forest green, their footfalls ringing out into the nature beyond. There was not a soul in sight beyond those within their group. There weren’t even any buildings from what they saw last of the church that faded into the distance behind them. The road was far gone as they ventured deeper and deeper into the trees.

When the sun was low in the sky, casting golden light over their heads, being quite obvious there was no promise of a shelter with four walls and a roof, Eren had finally conceded their journey.

“We need to stop for the night.” He had said, now standing in front of a naturally formed alcove, established in the side of a hill.

The rest of them gratefully accepted his notion, their tired feet now overworked from a day of walking. Gabby immediately threw off the backpack that was digging into her shoulders, it falling onto the forest floor with a resounding thump.

“Finally.” She relented, flopping down besides her belongings, seeming a bit more like herself. Y/N smiled softly at the display, her worry slowly beginning to ease its way out of her system.

“We can set up a fire here.” Eren continued as the action-man he always was.

“You think it’s safe?” Y/N inquired, unhooking Ellie from her leash, allowing her to sniff around the premises they deemed worthy for their camp.

“We covered a lot of ground.” He nodded, already clearing a space for a firepit. “And if we’re sleeping outside we’re gonna need the warmth.”

There were no arguments after that. Within the hour, as the light of the sun faded over the horizon it was replaced by the bright orange of a flickering fire, sparks popping up into the cool night air. The respective facial features of each person surrounding the heat was underlit by the dancing flames, each one of them stoic in their silence as they ate at the meal prepared by Eren— who had returned to the camp after searching for firewood, with a rabbit bouncing on his hip.

It was the first hot meal any of them had in days, a welcome comfort after the distress they faced. And it definitely raised Ellie’s spirits as she sat by Y/N’s side, staring eagerly as the woman picked small pieces of meat off the bone, drool slobbering from her lips. She grinned at the sight of her silly dog with her wagging tail. Never able to refuse her, Y/N gave her a bite between each one of her own.

When she had gifted her dog the last bite of their shared meal, Y/N rubbed her greasy fingertips across her jeans, her gaze shifting. And then she stilled. Her eyes landed on the man who sat across the fire, she was met with the blinding teal of his irises. He was already staring at her. And he didn’t even feel the need to be ashamed he had gotten caught. Instead, his expression was thoughtful as he considered her, slowly chewing his food. His strong features were accentuated by the fire below his feet, a reminder of how handsome he was, sending a jolt through Y/N’s spine.

She felt herself flush and quickly averted her gaze, eyes now landing on Gabby— who at that moment decided to push herself up to stand, thankfully stealing away Eren’s intimidating stare.

“I’m gonna hit the hay.” She said, clapping her hands free from any dirt.

“Take the sleeping bag.” Eren responded with no hesitation.

“Don’t need it.”

“Like hell you don’t.” He retorted, before pulling said sleeping bag out of his bag and tossing it her way. The girl plucked it out of the air with ease, but still rolled her eyes in the process.

“Fine.” She grumbled and then turned to go, probably hoping to make some distance between her and the firelight. But as the girl continued to walk away, Y/N realized she wasn’t stopping just beyond the orange halo of light the fire provided. She was moving deeper into the woods.

“Where are you going?” Eren was quick to react, standing on his feet. Gabby stopped at his words, turning to face him.

“I’m gonna sleep over here.” Gabby answered, jutting her thumb over her shoulder. Eren’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why?”

“It’s called privacy, old man, ever heard of it?” She chided. Y/N noticed how a muscle twitched in Eren’s jaw.  He took a step forward, perhaps about to drag the young girl back over to them by force. Y/N opened her own mouth before he could.

“Hey, Gabby?” She inquired, standing on her feet as well.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind taking Ellie again?” Y/N asked, her tone soft with the question in contrast to Eren’s sharp frustration. “I think she prefers sleeping with you.”

A small smile flickered up on Gabby’s lips, she nodded simply and waited as Y/N prodded Ellie to follow after the girl, which of course she did happily. From the corner of her eye she saw Eren's shoulders visibility relax, but only slightly.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he sat back down on the log he had dragged over near the fire earlier that evening, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Y/N fidgeted where she stood, unsure of what to do with herself now that it was just the two of them.

“I’m sure she’s alright.” Y/N offered, bending down over her own backpack to tug out a small blanket she had buried deep in its confines. Something to do with her hands.

“She’s not acting like herself.” Eren countered, his hand dropping down to his lap, revealing his worried features.

Y/N shrugged, not having much to say on the matter since she’s only known the girl for a short amount of time. She did notice the difference with her most recent demeanor, but Y/N was once a teenage girl too, and she knew how much of a rollercoaster that was in and of itself.

“Maybe she really does want privacy.” She mused, as she spread her blanket out across the forest floor, close to the warmth of the fire.

“She hates sleeping alone.” Eren blurted, “Ever since I found her. If I wasn’t near her when she woke up, she’d…”

Eren shook his head, his words fading off his tongue. Perhaps in respect to Gabby’s newfound want of privacy, not wanting to reveal the moments when she’s weak. But Y/N didn’t take offense to that. She understood. As well as the fact that the picture was already painted.

“It’s just… weird for her to want to be alone. Especially after last night,”

“Well, she’s not alone, is she?” Y/N reminded him with a soft smile. He met her gaze, his own lips twitching up slightly with the reassurance.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He breathed, “Thanks… for that.”

Y/N shrugged off his gratitude, shaking her head, “Nah, don’t worry about it. It was the truth anyways, I think Ellie likes her more than me.”

Eren let out a low chuckle at that, causing Y/N’s stomach to dip. Her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to hold back a brighter grin. She hid her face by focusing on straightening out her blanket, even though she didn’t really need to.

“Are you going to sleep?” Eren asked, his attention being caught by her redundant movements.

“Um… Yeah.” Y/N said, her tone going up a pitch with hesitation. She had made the decision in the pause between her words. She wasn’t exactly planning on going to bed, but she supposed that’s exactly where she was headed with her current actions. “Are you?”

“I’ll probably stay up.” Eren told her. “Take watch.”

“Okay.” Y/N nodded, and then she paused again, looking around.

“Don’t you have a sleeping bag too?” She questioned.

“Oh, uh, no.” Eren replied, looking down at his feet. “That was our only one.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“I’ll be fine.” He reassured her. Y/N narrowed her eyes at the man, unconvinced, but with the soft smile he offered her she found herself letting it slide. So instead of arguing, she slipped underneath her blanket— unconventional for sleeping besides a campfire, but better than nothing. And once she was settled, back turned away from the fire (as well as Eren’s burning gaze), her exhaustion finally registered in her brain. It was almost a surprise how quickly sleep took over her form.

Though she slipped out of it just as quick a few hours later at the aggressive sound of chattering teeth. She woke up with a furrowed brow as the sound had snuck into her dream in a confusing fashion. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she raised herself on one palm, looking around the now darkened camp. The fire was almost completely out, only a few glowing embers sat among the ash. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she took in the sight of Eren’s shadowed form, laid out in front of the log he once sat at. His shoulders were shaking, curled in on himself for any sense of warmth.

“Eren?” Y/N croaked. He jumped at the sound of her voice.

“Shit—” He sat up quickly from his position on the floor. “I’m sorry, I fell asleep.”

Y/N shook her head, to forego his apology, though she quickly realized how dark it was, and felt foolish since he probably couldn’t even see the gesture.

“That’s alright.” She then whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” Eren replied.

“Are you sure you’re not cold?” She questioned again.

“Not at all.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. Another thing he couldn’t see, but maybe he could feel the force of her frustration as he spoke again.

“I’m alright.” He reiterated. Y/N let out a huff of annoyance. And then Eren’s teeth started chattering again. This was ridiculous.

“Eren, I’m not deaf, you know?” She argued. “I’m cold just listening to you. Take my blanket.”

“Then you’ll be cold.” Eren countered through the dark.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll take next watch.” She told him.

“But you were still sleeping.” Apparently he wouldn’t let this go. And Y/N’s patience was wearing thin.

“Fine.” She stated, her tone decisive just as her next choice. “Then come here.”

“What?”

“Come here.” She repeated, her frustration now very apparent.

“Why?”

“The way I see it, we can either keep arguing who gets to take the blanket or we can just skip ahead to the obvious solution.” She answered, sitting up all the way, her eyes finding purchase on his shadow in the dark.

“And the solution is…?”

“We’ll share.”

Eren didn’t respond after that. In fact it even sounded like he wasn’t breathing at all. He went so still that Y/N almost thought he had fallen back asleep. Or maybe even left her alone by the dying fire. She opened her mouth to say something more, but was cut off when Eren finally spoke.

“Are you sure you want to?” He asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

“Neither one of us wants the other to be cold.” She said, her frustration taking a back seat as she matched his tone. “It’s the only way.”

He paused again. But this time Y/N was certain he was there.

“Okay.”

Through the shadows of the night she heard shuffling as Eren stood from his spot. The sounds of his slow footsteps signaling his arrival to her side of the camp. When he finally reached her he had stopped— standing above her, hesitating for what was to come next.

Y/N stared up at him, his teal eyes somehow shining through the dark. Her stomach dipped once again once she realized how close he would be within a few seconds. Maybe that’s why he took a pause, maybe he realized the same thing. Y/N wondered if she should be nervous. Though she definitely was, as her hands trembled in her grip around the blanket. Even so, she held his gaze as she peeled back the fabric. A silent invitation.

A deep breath was released from the man in front of her, perhaps preparing himself. Though the pause was much shorter now as he soon accepted it.

They were silent as he placed himself beside her, fingers brushing when he went to grab his corner of the blanket from her. A soft gasp escaped her throat when they did. Y/N prayed Eren didn’t hear it.

Though that would almost be impossible considering how close they were. Y/N’s blanket was small—  small enough to fit in her backpack comfortably with the rest of her items—  so for it to be able to cover the both of them fully, their shoulders had to be pressed together, their backs against the forest floor. They both lay rigid, and uncomfortable. Afraid to move. Afraid to breathe.

They laid like that for a while.

“I’m worried about Gabby.” Eren whispered into the air, surprising Y/N once he broke the silence. His tribulations from before still haunting him to the point where he must’ve needed to say something out loud. Maybe their proximity made him feel safe to do so.

“How so?” Y/N encouraged, knowing that he’ll eventually reveal what was really going on, hopefully providing clarity on his own theories on why Gabby was acting so differently.

“She’s never killed anyone before… a person, I mean. ”

Oh. Y/N’s heart sank. What a strange joke made by the universe. Just the night before they were confiding with one another about the burden left behind by the cruel acts this new world forced your hand to make. And now Gabby was faced with the same moral dilemma. Even if the man deserved it, having to kill someone with your own two hands takes a toll. The first one being the worst of them all.

“I never wanted her to have to do that.” Eren continued, his words said with a slight strain in his voice. Y/N didn’t dare look over, in case he was displaying emotions that didn’t want to be shared. She kept her head faced towards the sky above, stars blinking down from between the branches of the high standing trees.

“I knew it was inevitable.” He added, and then he released another harrowed breath. “But she’s just a kid. I wanted to hold it off as long as possible… but now that it’s happened, I’m scared— no, terrified that…”

“That it will change her.” Y/N finished for him.

“Yeah.” He responded, even though she didn’t phrase it as a question. The word hung in the air above them, neither of them really knowing what to say.

“Well it is going to change her.” Y/N then said, ripping off the bandaid. “It already has.”

“I know.” Eren conceded, “But she shouldn’t have to know what it’s like. And now that she does… I’m even more terrified that she’s gonna end up like me.”

Y/N let herself look at Eren at that. His features were lost to the darkness, but she could see the silhouette of his nose. He was still looking away. Though his head slightly twitched towards her as she shifted under the blanket, changing her position so that she lay on her side, arms curled into her chest.

“Is that such a bad thing?” She whispered.

“If you knew who I was before… What I did before… maybe it is.” He replied.

“Before what?” Y/N questioned.

“Before Gabby.” He murmured. “...Before you.”

He turned his head to look at her, their gaze finally meeting once more. Y/N saw the worry that had been flickering over his irises all day, now at full force as he admitted his fears and his regrets. Y/N sucked in a breath, her own eyebrows tugging up with concern at what his self image was. She felt a desperate need to change that for him.

“As far as I can tell, if this is the person you are after meeting Gabby… if she was the one who pulled you out of whatever you used to be, I think she’ll be just fine. If you’re there to do the same.”

Eren’s eyes softened at her words. The tension slowly seeped out of his shoulders.

“She’ll need you there too.” Eren breathed, he shifted his body into the same position Y/N was in, they now faced each other head on, nowhere to hide as they held onto each other's gaze.

“You think so?” She murmured, a small spark of warmth glowing behind her sternum at the inclusion. It felt silly to be somewhat excited about the prospect, but it made her realize just how badly she needed the reassurance.

“I know so.” He assured her.

“And what makes you so confident?” She replied, lips tilting up in a half smile, her teasing coming out at the most inopportune moments. But Eren paid it no mind. Instead he simply answered her.

“Because I needed you.”

Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat. Her smile sliding off of her face in quick succession. His honesty sent a jolt of surprise to run through her nerves. Her eyes searching his face for any sign of the joke he must obviously be playing on her.

“At the church, you asked me if that was the case.” He continued, since Y/N’s words were lost to her. “And I just thought you should know that I do. I need you.”

“I need you too.” Y/N whispered, the confession falling so easily off of her lips. Almost like she was just falling into the motions of this conversation.

But of course the words were true. They couldn’t have been anything else. It was proven in the short amount of time they had known each other that they already needed one another to survive in a world like this. But perhaps there was something hidden. A deeper meaning that was not yet discovered. Or rather, not yet revealed. It was too soon to do so now. So perhaps they can hang on to the surface level, and find satisfaction within the shallow end.

Eren sucked in a breath at her reciprocating words. Almost like they were a surprise to him. But his softened features twisted harshly once again as remorse seemed to take over.

“I’m so sorry.” Eren had then said, closing his eyes and shaking his head against the earth beneath them, confusing Y/N in the process.

“For what?”

“For letting them hurt Ellie, letting them get to you.” He whispered, teal eyes revealing themselves, filled with shining regret. “And then when he… when he threatened to—”

“Eren.” Y/N said, her tone now pleading, knowing where he was going with this. She was desperate to stop the oncoming spiral he was headed towards.

“He was going to…” He swallowed around the words, unable to say them out loud.

“But he didn’t.” Y/N asserted, placing a hand onto Eren’s freezing cheek. His own large hand moved to cover it, like it was instinctual for him to do so.

“You must’ve been so scared.” He strained, fingers wrapping tighter around hers.

“I wasn’t scared.” Y/N shook her head, confidence dripping from every word. “Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because you were there.” She whispered as she shifted their hands so that they were now clasped in the small space between their bodies, wanting to make sure that he saw the truth within her irises. “I knew I’d be okay— that we’d all survive, because you wouldn’t have it any other way. There was no room for fear knowing that.”

Eren’s eyes flicked over each feature on Y/N’s face, as if he were looking for any hidden lies. When there were none to be discovered, a shaking breath of relief escaped from between his lips. He nodded in agreement.

“That’s what I felt too.” He revealed. “Having you there with me.”

“We make a pretty good team, huh?.” She smiled softly at him, causing a soft chuckle to push through his nose. The sound of content being the greatest thing she’s ever heard.

“I suppose we do.” He inevitably agreed.

And that was the last thing said before they let their conversation slowly fade into the night, being replaced by the soothing caress of sleep. The sound of their even breaths moving in time, their hands still intertwined between them.

Eren’s P.O.V.

Eren awoke to the sound of birdsong, and gentle blue sunlight that only shows itself in the early hours of the morning. His eyes were left without the usual bitter sting that came with a restless night of sleep. In fact, he had felt more rested than he had in years. Perhaps the difference was the woman that now resided in his arms, a position that must have formed itself sometime during the night.

The faded scent of mint overwhelmed his senses with his nose pressed into her hair. His rough calloused fingers had somehow slipped under the fabric of her shirt, firm against the burning skin of her hip, her back was held tightly against his chest from their proximity.

His heart stuttered, having her this close to him. Though he felt uncertain of how he was supposed to react to it all. Was he allowed to relish in the press of her body against his own? Was this something she wanted or perhaps it was all unconscious actions done under the influence of sleep and a need for warmth.

Of course that was when the woman shifted in his arms, though only doing so to sink deeper into the solid form of his body. Unfortunately, the action brought forth a shocking discovery when the curve of her ass brushed lightly across his crotch.

A low hiss escaped his lips when that in turn brought notice to the natural phenomenon that occurred behind his zipper whenever the sun would rise. Eren’s touch became softer and more unsure as he held his breath, willing all of the strength inside his body to hold himself still, not wanting to give her a rude awakening. But Y/N only relaxed further into his chest, the entirety of her now pressing solidly against the whole of him. He prayed to the universe that she was still asleep and unaware of what was happening behind her.

Eren shut his eyes, focusing on the pattern of his breathing.

They shot open when Y/N shifted her hips once more, ever so slightly but somehow more intended. Was she awake? Did she know what she was doing?

He found out the answer to that when she did it again, this time very much purposefully as the roll of her hips pulled a groan from deep within Eren’s throat. His own hips pressing back into her of their own volition. A soft sigh escaped the girls lips at the accidental reciprocation, her sound of satisfaction causing his cock to twitch in his pants.

“W-what are you doing?” He murmured into her hair, his hands shaking as they searched for an appropriate place to rest. His brain fuzzy as Y/N found a consistent pattern, his breathing growing heavy in her ear.

“Nothing.” She whispered softly, almost convincingly innocent. The next harsh grind of her ass caused Eren's hand to shoot out and grip at her waist.

“This isn’t why— shit—,” Eren strained, trying to convey that she didn’t have to do this for him, the words fumbling over his tongue. “I don’t want you to think that I—”

“—Shh. ’m not thinking anything.” She cooed, snaking a hand up to rest on the back of Eren’s neck, bringing him closer. A spark of electricity shot down his spine at the touch of her fingertips against his skin. “Just feels good.”

“Y-yeah.” Eren agreed breathlessly, dipping his nose down into the crook of her neck. “It does.”

Her reassurance brought a sense of confidence to the man, his grip growing harsher against her waist as he began to rut into her more deliberately. A sweet moan protruded from Y/N’s lips, the sound of it resounding in another twitch of Eren’s cock.

Heat began to surge all around them in a great contrast to the cool morning air. Unreleased tension threatened to burst as they continued to work themselves up. Y/N’s ass was now pushing back into him with a gentle rhythm, Eren pressing himself into her harder with each one of her back-thrusts.

Harsh desperate breaths wavered out from their throats, punctuated every so often by Eren’s low grunts and Y/N’s tiny whines.

Every part of Eren was on fire, a sheen of sweat layering itself onto his skin as he continued to hump into her, chasing a high that was dangerously close, far too soon.

Not that the woman in front of him was doing any better. She was arching into every firm grind of his hips, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan, shivering under the fingertips that Eren was now dragging over her skin, deeper into the fabric of her shirt. A sharp gasp left her lips when they brushed the fabric of her bra, catching on the hardened nipple underneath.

“Does that feel good?” Eren smiled into her hair, earning another sweet moan from the pride in his voice.

“Mhm.” She whined, nodding her head, her movements becoming quicker in her excitement.

“Feel’s good for me too, sweetheart.” He groaned, the nickname falling freely from his lips through the dizzying cloud of pleasure. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Please.” Y/N begged, grabbing the hand that was on her waist and holding it there, a silent concession to take what he needed from her.

A deep shudder rolled through Eren’s shoulders at the anticipation. More grunts tumbling from his lips with every thrust. He was pushing himself harder into her than ever before. He was close, so close—

“Ellie!”

The sound of Gabby’s voice had the two adults scrambling apart. Their secluded bubble of lust now burst and raining down on them with heavy disappointment and unyielding embarrassment. Abrasive in his actions, Eren stood quickly from his spot, turning away from the scene of the crime. Only for his eyes to land on Ellie, who sat at the precipice of the clearing, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, tail thumping wildly against the foliage.

The stupid, fucking dog.

“Don’t run off like that!” Gabby was soon to appear behind her, sleeping bag tucked under her arm.

Before Gabby caught sight of them and any shame that might still be lingering in the air, Eren quickly turned to the nonexistent last glowing embers of the fire, pretending to stomp them out like that was his plan all along. He heard the zipper of Y/N’s backpack behind him, surely busying herself with a different menial task to feign innocence.

“Morning.” The teenager called out as she closed the distance left between them. The two of them returned her greeting with some of their own, awkward in the way they spoke. But the young girl didn’t seem to notice, only moving to pack up the sleeping bag, completely unaware of their fragile facade.

Eren scratched at the back of his neck, the burn of Y/N’s touch ever present.

What the hell just happened?

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A/N: Honestly this chapter is all over the place but I hope you like it!! hehe! let’s see where there relationship goes from here, shall we?? muahaha ILYSM thank you for reading! <3<3

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Hi can you do Samantha carpenter x male al ghul reader

the reader is sam's boyfriend and the third son of ras al ghul, when amber and richie were about to kill everyone, the entire league of assassins arrives who end up against the two ghost faces, sam finally meets the reader's family, where they also take Dewey to the lazarus pit to bring him back to life

It came down to this moment for Sam and Tara: being held at gunpoint by two psychotic fans of the Stab franchise. One was Tara's best friend/possible ex-girlfriend Amber Freeman and the other was Richie, Sam's ex-boyfriend.

"Sorry about Dewey" Amber mockingly intones, "our reboot had to have some stakes!"

SLICE! A ninja star flies through the window and nails the killer right between the eyes. Amber collapses to the ground a split second later.

Richie gazes around in horror, gun still trained on the sisters.

"What the fu-??!" he tries to shout out only for you to drop from the ceiling and stab him through the skull with your katana.

"I always hated reboots" you intone, looking to the Carpenter sisters. You pull down your mask, exposing your face.

"Y/N?" Sam looks to you in shock.

"Look you may have dumped me for Weasel dude over there but I still love you, Sam" you walk up and inspect her, "are you alright?"

"You dumped this ninja for that Richie jerk?" Tara begins to laugh. "what a downgrade"

You make a gesture with your hand and several more ninjas descend from various places.

"Have you been following us?" Sam looks to you, confused.

"The League has many outlets and bases, one of which was based here in Woodsboro. Word travels fast" you smirk. "and he informed us of the problem"

You gesture to the doorway and in walks Dewey. "Surprised? so am i."

"Dewey?" Sam runs up and hugs him, "but we saw you-"

"Die? Yeah i did. Your ex-boyfriend used a...what did you call it?"

"Lazurus Pit" you answer back matter of factly. You turn to the closest ninja to you, "Talia, great throw on the star by the way" Your sister bows in respect before leading your fellow ninja brethren off silently.

Sydney and Gale run in a split second later to the whole fiasco before them. But it didn't matter to Gale, only the ex-sheriff standing there.

"D-Dewey? No it can't be" Gale begins to cry "I've gone nuts."

"You're not nuts. It's me. I'm here" Dewey approaches her and hugs her gently. "Hey Syd."

Sydney smiles back at her old friend. You lead Sam and Tara off into the night. You throw a dagger down at Gale's feet with a note attached.

Write a story about this and I'll send the whole League of Shadows after you. Sincerely, Y/N Al Ghul.

[lukascout]

Guess I'm The New Scout!

Story 4: Stowaway

How did our new Scout find himself in this mess? Let's find out!

For a bread truck, there sure was a lot of ammunition on board. A shivering Luka had his back to the wall as he scanned the crates that surrounded him. The quickly fading light of that December evening made it difficult to read them. But that's not what was concerning him right now. What concerned him more was where the hell he was going.

He should have been at a friend's house at this point, but finding the relative he's running away from at a gas station threw a wrench into that. He didn't know what else to do or where else to go. His solution? Hide in the “bread truck” until they leave. Well, that backfired too. As unlucky as his circumstances were, they were about to take a turn for the crazy. And it all started when the truck came to a halt.

Huh? The truck stopped?

A knot started to form in Luka's stomach as he tried his best not to puke from the nerves. There was nowhere to run and soon nowhere to hide. All he can do now is hope that whoever this ammunition was going to would have some mercy on him. The truck jostled a bit as the driver seemingly left the truck. Luka pressed his back harder against the wall in response.

Fuck, this is it. This is the end of me.

He heard two men talking outside; one had a low Southern drawl and the other a thick Russian accent. His heart was beating too loud for him to make out what they were saying. It only got worse when the back door of the truck opened. As the driver took out the first pile of boxes, a man that appeared to be the driver's colleague spotted Luka.

“What in the- Who are you!?” A short stocky man in a hardhat demanded, shooting daggers into the reluctant stowaway's eyes behind thick, opaque goggles. Luka hated being yelled at but can he really blame him? Finding a young man in a black and grey striped hoodie with a few bags in your ammo truck is rather suspicious.

Luka tried to respond but he couldn't find his voice. He practically screamed at himself internally to say something or it could go very, very bad.

The hardhat pulled out a pistol and held Luka at gunpoint “I asked you a question, boy.”

Luka threw his hands over his head. “N-Nobody! I'm just a runaway, I swear!” He replied a bit louder than he intended.

Nope, they didn't believe him. “Heavy, check his pockets for weapons. I'll check his bags.”

The goliath of a man next to the Southerner nodded and hoisted the lad up by his hoodie like a kitten's scruff. Luka reacted exactly like a kitten too. The man simply referred to as “Heavy” set the trembling lad down and shoved as much of his large hand into Luka's pockets as he could. The right pocket had nothing to be suspicious about since it housed Luka's phone and wallet. But when Heavy got to his left and pulled out a small pocket knife, he swore he could feel his stomach slide out of his ass. A side glare from the Russian giant made it even worse.

“Runaway only has pocket knife.” Heavy said coldly.

“Uhm… C-Can I have that back? It was a gift from a really dear friend of mine and-” An even sharper glare from Heavy made Luka pipe down with a squeak. “O-OK! Standard procedures! Won't ask anymore-”

“Quiet.”

“Shutting up.”

The men in red rummaged through the rest of Luka’s bags only to find clothes, important paperwork, a blanket, a sketchbook and some snacks. But it wasn't enough to convince them that Luka was not an intruder. Or, in their case, not associated with Builder's League United.

“If you want to save your hide you best come with us, son. Unless you want to be manhandled again.” Hardhat said sternly.

Luka nodded and kept his mouth shut as the men led him to a room. Great, interrogation. Heavy shoved him down onto a chair while his colleague picked up an intercom to call someone in. Luka's eyes darted around the room as he anticipated the dreaded person simply known to the men as “Spy”.

“S-So uh… What do you guys do?” Luka squeaked weakly.

“Not your concern…” Heavy said flatly.

Luka waited for either of the men to say something more. He felt his face burn from asking such a question. If he didn't wish for someone to shoot him before, he did now. Well, it seemed very likely. The door suddenly opening brought him out of his thoughts as a slender man in a suit and balaclava stepped in and he did not look happy to see Luka. In fact, he looked rather annoyed by the task at hand. He scanned the lad up and down, trying to decide if he was worth his time. Or his butterfly knife.

“Engineer, you called me to interrogate a homeless schoolboy?” Spy sighed in a thick French accent.

“Twenty-seven…” Luka mumbled in offense.

“What was zat?” The Spy raised his voice sternly.

Luka balled up his fists to keep himself grounded. He's been yelled at enough for one day and felt he was about to charge. “I-I'm twenty-seven!”

“Runaway snuck inside truck.” Heavy replied as he stared the lad down. Luka shrank back down when he looked into the eyes of the foreboding panopticon.

But Heavy wasn't the only set of eyes burning a hole in Luka's skull. “Has he now?” The rose tinted assassin slammed his hand onto the table. Luka shot straight up in attention. “What is your name, garcon?”

“L-Luka Hartman…”

“Who do you work for?”

“N-Nobody!” Luka stammered, his hands firmly grasping onto the chair.

“We'll see about zat… Heavy, did he happen to have identification?”

Heavy held up a small wallet and tossed it to the Spy. Luka wanted to object but quickly realized that if he did, he'd make himself look more suspicious. So held his tongue while Spy looked through his wallet. Everything seemed fine until he got to his ID. Spy raised an eyebrow when he realized the photo, name and sex did not add up with the lad's current appearance.

“Whose ID is this, garcon?” Spy asked as he held up Luka's card.

“Uhm… Mine, obviously. Why?” Luka replied, still trying his best to mask his anxiety. It sure as hell was not working.

“Is zere a reason why you do not fit your card's description?”

Luka's heart stopped for a split second at the question. It was a question he dreaded as there was a pretty good reason for the discrepancy. It would spell harm or death if he didn't keep his guard up.

“I-If I tell the truth, are you going to kill me?” Luka gulped.

“Depends on what zat “truth” entails…” Spy glared.

“I-I'm transitioning from f-female to male and haven't updated a-any of my documents.” Luka stuttered out. Spy raised an eyebrow, giving Luka the idea he wasn't buying it. “B-Because I'm lazy…”

“Hoo boy… Can relate.” Engineer said under his breath.

The assassin glanced at the Engineer and nodded, “I see…” Spy placed the wallet on the table and slid it towards Luka. “I would suggest updating your hygiene practices as well.”

Luka looked rather offended until he sniffed underneath his arms. Although being in a truck for a good half of the day probably did not help his case.

“I didn't wanna say anything but you stink like a dog.” Engineer shrugged.

“Uh… Yeah. Sorry about that.” Luka muttered in response.

“Ze boy is of no concern to us. Engineer, get him out of here.” Spy said as he stood up, lit a cigarette, and walked out of the room with Heavy following behind.

Engineer glanced over at the stressed out man that slumped face first onto the table. He tried to say something but found it difficult to find his words. Now that the sense of danger had passed it would be awkward to try and be some form of friendly. It's not like he was coming back, after all.

“Follow me, boy. I'm taking you to a bus stop.” He said after what felt like hours.

Luka got up, grabbed his belongings, and drowsily followed Engineer, trying not to make any sort of eye contact with him or anyone else happening to pass by. He didn't really feel like engaging with anyone for a while.

The Southerner led Luka back to the garage. The bread truck caught his eye first but Engineer pointed an old coldsteel pickup truck. “Hop in.”

It was a little difficult given the size but Luka was able to get in the truck without falling over. He could feel his legs decompress as he sunk into the seat.

“You know where you're going?”

“Uhm… Question. Where exactly am I? I've been trapped in a truck and couldn't see where the hell I was.” Luka sheepishly asked.

“I'm afraid I can't tell you, classified information. What I can tell you is that Teufort is the closest town.” Engineer replied.

“Teufort!? How far away from home did I go!?”

Engineer was not expecting that kind of reaction. “Hold on, you mean to tell me you're not from these parts?”

“No… I was supposed to meet up with a friend to get help with relocating, actually.”

Well, this was a new development. He did say he was running away but not exactly where to. Engineer pondered over this information while Luka looked on, completely clueless. “Are you looking for a job?”

Luka slowly blinked. “Sorry, what?”

“You handled yourself better than you looked like you would.”

The hell? Who compliments someone in a scenario like that? “Uh… Well, I mean, I had to save my ass.” Luka shrugged.

“See, we've been down a man and we could use some help. It's a pretty simple role.”

Luka thought about the offer briefly. “What are the benefits of this job?”

“Pays well, you get some sun, and you get to come back from the dead!” Engineer chuckled.

What has this guy been smoking?

“The hell do you mean 'come back from the dead’?” Luka asked after processing what Engineer just said.

One deluge of classified training tapes later, Luka realized what he was getting into was maybe a bit crazier than he expected, as his face twisting in fear and disgust had shown.

What kind of crazy operation are these freaks running!?

“I should warn ya now, son. What you just watched was classified information.” Engineer said as he turned off the projector.

“OK…? Why is that a warning?”

“What it means is this; you can't legally turn this job down.”

Engineer swore he could hear Luka's brain screaming like a computer straining its fans to stop it overheating. The lad stared bug-eyed at him as he assessed his situation. After a few minutes, he clasped his hands together and exhaled deeply. “If I make a dash for the exit now will you take me out back and put me down like Old Yeller?”

“You said it, son. Not me.”

Luka looked down at the floor in contemplation. Not that there was really any choice in the matter. On one hand, he would be far away from his troubles. But on the other… Well, he'd die without having achieved his goals in life, and that would be worse.

“Ssso… If my options weren’t so limited I would have chosen this job over going back home to whatever the fuck I had going on. Like, don’t get me wrong, my brain's telling me to run for the hills. But considering that, in reality, I don’t even have a choice in the matter I'm pretty much obligated to-”

“Do you have a point, son?” Engineer tried his hardest not to laugh at the lad's nervous rambling. Luka had a moment of self-consciousness and darted his eyes away from the hardhat.

“Ahem… My point is, as much as it goes against my better instincts and judgment…” Luka said as he made a saluting gesture. “I'm here to stay!”

“Then let me be the first to say ‘Welcome to the team’!” Engineer said gleefully as he extended his hand to Luka. “Allow me to introduce myself proper: The name's Dell. Dell Conagher.”

The lad was a little intimidated by how welcoming the Southerner was but it certainly was a nice change of pace from earlier. He shook his hand hesitantly. “P-Pleased to meet you! Uhm… Well, under better circumstances, that is.” He replied a bit weaker than intended.

“Well then, before I get you to sign a few things, let's get you acquainted with the rest of the team!”

[targwh0re]

Thoughts on Teen Wolf the Movie while watching it pt.5

PeTeR wAiT" why she say it like that😭

Peter's line would've made way more sense if the Nogitsune was actually giving him illusions (maybe one's about the fire, or being trapped in a coma again, or hell maybe stuff about the desert wolf bc I mega curious about their relationship)

He's playing lacrosse 🥍

Sir should've just dove out the way, he basically told u it had wolfbane on it

"Wolfsbane" reminds me of gerards "Mountain ashhhh!" Lmao I make myself laugh

How'd she knock him out so quick with just an elbow to the face, he's a werewolf

New plot idea, nogi could've made him hallucinate the fire and make him see Kate everywhere so when he sees Allison (as Kate) he's fed up with the illusions bc it's fucking him up. I'm a genius, Jeff Davis hire me 😎

um just cause it looks like her doesn't meanit us her...doppelganger's anyone? (Yes I know different show bit still) or she could be possessed

ur a zombie chica 🧟‍♀️ 😁👍

Not Peter being big baby and having Melissa take care of him in the back😭

Chris what's ur gun gonna do against black smoke, u know it ain't the oni bc the sun's still out

"I've killed oni before" yeah and then they killed you ma'am

Malia "I don't do speeches" Tate, proceeds to give a speech 😂

🎶If we go down then we go down together🎶

Lydia:🔊🔊🔊🔊🔊 Allison:👏📸💏☺😍🥰😂🧍‍♀️👭👫😭💋🏃‍♀️🤣😊🏹😘

Don't think I didn't notice you left out Stiles and Isaac in them flashbacks😑

Oop it's night night time now 🌃

um they belong to themselves, you know free will and all, c'mon it's 2026 in ur universe so get eith the program honestly so canceled 🥱

Also if you were gonna have him say they belong to me know you could've had them possessed by the flies again like in 3b and made him fight his own friends. It'd be good emotionally and for the plot bc we wouldn't know if he'd be forced to kill them or not

oooo and if Stiles was here Nogi takes over his body again and let's Allison go bc he's sacrificing himself for them, there rising another issue but Stiles has full faith that Scott will bring him back

"I'm still standing, I'm still the Alpha!" Sounded a whole lot better in the trailer

also would've been cool if Derek was forced to be on Nogi's side bc he has Eli hostage

"Please don't make me watch my friends and my family die - I can't do that again" is what should've been the line💔

Um that was 3 arrows not 1, thought you were supposed to be a perfect shot, you letting out some pent up rage on my boy Scott? 😶

When did Eli get tied back up? Would've been cool to see it happen telekinetically

I love hikari but it just would've made more sense for Kira to save him. She would've been more powerful by now, she'd have complete control bc of the skinwalkers, and there's the emotional connection that's established between them

Or at the very least if it had to be Hikari they could've done my earlier suggestion and made that little girl and her dog a flashback of Scott saving Hikari bc then it would've been like you saved me once and now I've saved you 👍

Looked cool af thou 🔥

Damn, headshot 🎯

Hold up, now wait a minute, you're suddenly a perfect shot again?😂

Hold up Parrish where your clothes at and what underwear you buying bc all ur other clothes burn up but ur undies are fireproof?!😭

Heyyy, I love whoever idea it was to give mama McCall a crossbow 😎👌

Not Peter now using the wolfsbane ring dagger that just poisoned him🤦‍♀️is he good by the way lol did Melissa have a lighter on her or something

Yeah, you motherfucker *copies Peter's dramatic hair flip*💅

Stab stab flip flip

Yeah Jackson and Lydia takedown we deserve

Stiles taught her how to use a gun and he'd be so proud of his wife right now😁

Would've been cool if it was, like I said earlier, Stiles being the one at gunpoint and Jackson comes to save them (Stiles would be so annoyed😂)

oh he wasn't tied up, he was just hiding again

Eli you little liar you already done the glowing eyes and the fangs

Awwww yes! Eli and Derek are my favorite part of this movie, I could watch a whole series about them🥺

Love how they roared together, like Derek was giving him strength and encouragement in that roar

Love the wolfie faces, though I do think the shows looked a little bit scarier, the eyes are really good in this one thou🐺

Baby Eli and Daddy Derek to the rescue

Now we all got our guns back that ig Parrish was hiding in his underpants 🙈😭

pow pow mf

I thought it was impossible to be both a fox and a wolf🤔

This supports my theory that this is just another illusion and none of it's real. It looks real and feels real but it's not

Ugh you was ugly ass mf wolf-fox🤢

Why his eyes glowing green? shouldn't it be a more yellowish green for a firefly 🤨

He looks like a mole deadass💀

🎶we're all in this together🎶

Why aren't Peter, Malia, Liam, Hikari, and Parrish going with them...

Eli honey, I love you but...why you running like that, you look like ur about to fall🤭

I like how the lighting in each room reflects their eyes

Well obviously its not real

You know my dumbass would just be in their yelling "echo" bc it'd be funny to me😭

Well that was very rude of you Nogi

What was Harris's goal, I'm still confused 😕

Should called him a pup instead of a child, it just would've been more pleasing to me bc it's a funny tease to say to a werewolf idk why

"Start with me" Nogi said okay say less 👍

Now you see me, now you don't

Scott this is kind of embarrassing for you bc Duke taught you how to fight using all your other senses when your sight won't help you...

you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man 🤪

So what did everyone else see? Did they just see them all on the nemeton looking ridiculous or did they do a disappearing act snd magically appear out of nowhere

Also why didn't nogi mess with them at the same time, seems a waste if you ask me to just leave them to come up with a plan, then ur just asking you get defeated but oh well🤷‍♀️

Oop well Eli's out the game again but Parrish is putting himslef back in, there's a good man (there's a nice demon😂)

Nogi's laugh made me laugh 🤣

Hell no, don't you dare. I know that look Derek Hale, don't you fucking do it. Bad werewolf, very bad werewolf! not infront of ur son! NO, HE IS NOT APART OF SCOTT'S PACK NOW IDGAF THAT HE'S THE ALPHA

PARRISH DON'T LIGHT THAT FUCKER UP

DEREKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!

So much for only a true alpha only every few hundred years, BUT IT WAS FUCKING EARNED DAMN IT😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The way Eli said dad😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay let me be serious, I don't think Derek's dead. This was was all on layer of the illusion, it looks real, it feels real, but it's not real!

Idk where Derek or the Nogitsune are but neither are dead, bc you can't even kill a Nogitsune so where is the fly like at the end of S3 hmmm🤨

He's not dead no, nope, i refuse

Poor Peter, Derek and him were really close, even though they had their differences they were still all they had left 😢

Eli😔

Ew Scott shouldn't be giving the speech it should be Peter or Eli

Where's Isaac (his first beta), Cora (his sister), and Stiles? You can't tell me they wouldn't be there for his funeral

Actually the first the first thing he said to you was "What are you doing here? This is private property"

AWWW Papa Stilinski coming in clutch🥺

DEREKKKK😭😭😭

This is where Lydia answers Stiles would renew their vows

NO UR NOT ALLOWED TO ADOPT ELI YOU ARGENT AND FAILWOLF (no offense)

Um isn't she still technically 17🤨

[ciramaris]

Glory

Chapter 2

Wordcount: ca. 4'200

Pairings: Commander Cody x fem!Reader

Summary: You are a Republic Naval Captain (Rank just below Admiral Block) and are rather new to the Negotiator. It has been two weeks since you arrived. Admiral Block had just given you command over the Negotiator when things went south...

⚠️Warnings⚠️ canon typical violence ⚔, mention of Injury 🩹 Reader has a Fainting Condition 😵 ambigious ♨️

Tell me, if I forgot something

Everything happened so fast. Cody just spoke with Commander Hallton and Admiral Block about you, then ARC Commander Blitz came and laughed with them. But then you got the Command of the Negotiator and it went south.

Lieutenant Jones held you at Gunpoint, Cody wanted to help you, but besides calling in for Blitz, he could not do anything without putting you in danger.

He watched as Blitz shot you with the Kaminoan Saber Dart and you fell to the floor, unconscious immediately.

Or so he thought, because it looked that way -how your eyes widened in Panic to Blitz - your Best Friend shooting you, how your eyes lost their Focus and you slumped to the floor - he thought you would have a headache when you woke. Your head hit the floor pretty hard.

Lieutenant Jones stepped over you. Cody got ready to move in but out of nowhere you moved with a speed he wouldn’t have known you possessed. You were armed as it seemed, hidden in your Boots you had two 20 cm/ 7 inch Daggers - you attacked his left Hand. Jones's Blaster fell to the floor, right away you kicked it towards Cody and Blitz. Then you lunged at Jones's other Hand, impaling it just as fast.

When Blitz saw you had him secured, he stunned Jones, and you along with him, since you still held the daggers inbeddedin his hands. Blitz shot 6 Stun bolts at you and the Lieutenant. You slummped to the floor next to the Lieutenant.

This time you truly were unconscious.

As soon as you lay on the Floor, Blitz run towards you, lifted you Bridal Style and exited the Bridge without a second glance at Jones, Cody nor the Admiral. His priorities clearly lay with you.

Cody always had a pair of Binders with him, since Christophsis. He bound the Lieutenant and dragged him to the Medbay.

He didn’t see you nor Blitz there. Jase gaped at him, when he saw the Lieutenant.

Cody brought him up to speed on what happened.

Jase shook his head and grin. ,,I told you - she is good. These are hers?”

Cody nodded. ,,Yeah - she hid them in her Boots.”

Jase smirked. ,,Not the little cute Girl you expected?”

Cody barked a laugh. ,,Absolutely not. No.”

,,Where is she now?”

Cody shrugged. ,,I don’t know. Blitz holstered his weapons, picked her up and left the Bridge.” More thoughtful he added. ,,It seemed to me, as if Blitz had trained her. She knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t even wince because of the Dart nor as she hit the Floor.”

Jase shrugged. ,,Good for her - maybe she should have such a maneuver with a few of us too, just in Case Blitz isn’t here.”

Cody nodded. ,,Would be better.”

Jase carefully took the left Dagger out and pursed his lips. ,,Yep - might as well be Skirata’s for how it was pushed in - with high speed and no hesitation.”

Cody smirked. ,,Jase? You good?”

Jase frowned. ,,Yeah, why?”

Still smirking Cody nodded to Jones’s hand. ,,Fell in love with how she inflicted wounds on him?

Jase frowned then grin. ,,Not me, Vod. Look at yourself.” He winked.

Cody laughed and soon after left the Medbay.

When he returned to the Bridge Y/N was not around yet. He internally shrugged. If Jones was still unconscious, so were you. He assumed it would last longer on you.

Admiral Block came straight for him. ,,Commander, have you seen Y/N?” He asked worried.

He shook his head. ,,No, they are not in the Medbay. But I think Blitz will bring her back up as soon as she can stand on her own again. He did fire 6 Stun Bolts after all.”

Block nodded thoughtful. ,,Did you know she had the daggers? “

Cody shook his head. ,,No, but I think it’s good she did.”

Block nodded and sighed. ,,Is Jones ready for questioning?”

Cody shook his head. ,,He is still out. The first Stun can last up to two hours.”

The Admiral nodded.  ,,I guess then Y/N will be up in 2 hours.”

Cody grin. ,,I think she doesn’t need that much time. It looked to me,  as if she had it already a few times.”

Block sighed. ,,Alright, I want a Squad of armed soldiers up here, preferably your best.”

Cody nodded and ordered them up.

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,,There you are.” Blitz smiled, when you opened your eyes.

You groaned.

He smiled and gently stroke your hair. ,,I brought you to my Quarters.”

You frowned. ,,How long was I out?”

He grin.  ,,About 30 minutes.”

Your eyes widened. ,,What?”

 You stood up and grey spots prickled your vision along with a feeling of light-headedness. You shoot up too fast and fell uncausious right as you stood straight.

Blitz anticipated it and caught you in his arms, when you woke up again. He held you. ,,Slowly, this time, Y/N. Otherwise you’ll faint again.”

You sighed and got up slowly, first you kneeled and then with Blitz’s help stood up.”

Blitz nodded. ,,Better?”

You smiled and sighed, tired from being stunned and unconscious. ,,I think so.”

Blitz smiled and helped you up. ,,Come on, lets get you back on the Bridge.”

You nodded and slowly with Blitz went up. In the Elevator you took Blitz’s Hand and didn’t let go until you were at the Bridge.

You flinched when Cameron held his Weapon towards you. Blitz glared at his Brother and with his left Hand forcefully lowered Cameron’s Blaster.

Cameron said louder. ,,Commander on Deck.”

Commander Cody and Admiral Block turned.

,,Back again?” Emanuel was clearly worried. ,,Shouldn’t you rest?”

You mildly glared at him. ,,No. You told me to bring you home and that is exactly what I’m doing.”

Block grin. ,,Sure, Admiral Y/N, go ahead.”

You smirked triumphant and held your Hand out expectant to Cody.

He blinked and looked at it.

Block and Blitz laughed both.

,,Kote - her daggers.”

Cody chuckled. ,,Sure, here.” He pulled them from between his Utility Belt and his Armor.

You checked them and sheathed them back in your Boots. ,,Now, I am complete again.”

Cody smirked. ,,Well Admiral, happy with your crew?”

You pursed your lips and checked all settings to your flight. You nodded. ,,Yes, they are doing good.”

Cody nodded. ,,Blitz, I heared you're taking the new Admiral to 79’s? When?”

Blitz glanced between you and Cody. ,,Tomorrow or today evening. Why? Plan to show up?”

Cody shrugged. ,,Curious. That’s all.”

Blitz smirked. ,,Of coarse.”

You glanced at Emanuel and shrugged. He grin and shrugged aswell, then you both grin and went to the Viewport.

,,Y/N?”

,,Hmm?”

,,I can show you what it takes to become a good Admiral.”

You smiled at him. ,,If you want to show me, then I would like to learn. Thank you.” You smiled.

He put a Hand on your shoulder. ,,You are talented.” Then he let his hand fall back to his side.

You smiled. ,,Thank you.”

He leaned closer. ,,I get the feeling, Cody likes you a lot.”

You frowned. ,,Maybe?”

Block nodded. ,,I once was his age - I know that look, when I see it.”

You turned to him. ,,What look?”

He smirked. ,,The look you give someone, if you think they are attractive or even have a crush on them. You know, back when I was young, feelings and all this stuff already existed.”

You laughed. ,,You’re not that old.”

He grin. ,,Double as old as you are.”

Blitz hugged you around your Waist. ,,I think so too.”

You frowned. ,,About what? Emanuel's age?"

He starred at you and laughed. ,,No, not that. I think Cody likes you a lot.

You grin. ,,Matchmaker is back on Station, reporting live from the scene.

He grin. ,,I’ll do that, once you barley can walk out of his Quarters.”

You gaped at him and blushed.

Blitz laughed and louder he said. ,,Apparently - Kote is glorious in so many different...positions.” he winked.

Your eyes widened and you blushed even harder. You cleared your throat. ,,How do you know that?”

Block chuckled silently at Blitz's behaviour.

Blitz shrugged. ,,I have my Sources. All of them are female though.” He winked.

You shook your head. ,,Do you have Sources about me as well?”

He smirked. ,,I do. You looked absolutely stunning in that emerald Dress.

You nodded. ,,Yeah - still do. I just love it.” you smirked.

He hugged you closer. ,,But what will I do, when you and Cody are pair? Who can I annoy?”

You grin. ,,Well, in case I ever get a Boyfriend, regardless of who he is. I will ask my Friend Cecilia Hart, if she would date you. She is a Medic in the 31st.”

Blitz shook his head. ,,You just want to keep tabs on me.”

You grin. ,,What, why?”

,,You couple me with a Medic, that is not cute. She will be constantly worried about me.”

You rolled your eyes. ,,Well, that is another reason why we need to win this war asap. So we can begin this project. I know Cecilia would love you. You are exactly what she needs.”

He cocked his head. ,,Why me? Why not Colt?”

You shrugged. ,,Because of your character and your skill. Remember I am a woman, I do have my connections as well, so far I have heared about a lot of things you did, there were apparently several times where you have blown certain expectations. And Cecilia could use that too.” You winked and went back to the Comm console.

Blitz starred at you, his mouth agape, a mixture of surprise and shook on his face.

You went back to Cody, looking smug whilst smiling.

Cody looked up from his Datapad and laughed when he saw his brother. ,,What did you tell him?”

You smiled innocently. ,,He told me about his connections and I told him what I found out about him.”

Cody smirked. ,,What did you find out?”

You played with the Console. ,,Well, I heared about Blitz, that apparently his companions were more than just happy. No, they were over the moon for him, a Friend of mine would match perfectly with him and he asked what he will do, when I have a Boyfriend one day maybe. I said I would tell Cecilia and they could date, plus that way I can keep tabs on him. Cecilia is Medic in the 31st.”

Cody grin. ,,Why not.”

You nodded. ,,Exactly.”

Blitz strode over to you, determined and attcked.

He tickled your waist and you laughed, he didn’t stop tickling and slowly you slid to the floor kicking and laughing tears.

The Bridge staff and the Troopers watched as you pushed out between laughs. ,, I—yield.”

You repeated it, but Blitz didn’t even consider to stop. He kept on tickling you. When he felt is was enough he stooped and stood back up. He looked down at you. ,,Y/N ? What are you doing down there?”

Cody along with most staff chuckled. He bent a knee and gently pushed your hair out of your face. ,,Are you okay?”

Panting but still giggling you smiled at him and nodded. ,,Blitz is ferocious when he’s tickling me. I know these attacks. But thank you, Cody.”

He smiled gently. ,,If you say so?”

You smiled. ,,Yeah, but you could help me up. I feel tired.”

Cody laughed and helped you up.

Because your body didn’t like this sudden change of position, especially not your blood pressure, your vision turned black and you felt dizzy. You leaned your head against Cody’s Chest plate and held onto his Utility Belt.

His Arms circled around you. ,,Y/N?” he asked worried.

Blitz stepped closer. ,,Don’t worry, that’s her Blood pressure. It needs to catch itself and then she’ll be back to normal.”

Cody hugged you close to him, resting his chin on your head. ,.I’m here, Y/N.”

You hummed. ,,I know, Kote.”

He chuckled.

Blitz smirked. ,,You now have permission to use almost every  nickname for her, except Cyare.” (Beloved)

Cody frowned. ,,Why not Cyare?”

Blitz smirked. ,,Because she knows that one as well as Cyar’ika, ner Kar’ta, ner Runi and ner Dal’ika.” (little beloved, my heart, my Sould, my little woman)

Cody grin. ,, You didn’t count Mesh’la.” (Beatiful)

You chuckled. ,,He got you.”

Blitz grin. ,,Yes, he did.”

Cody smiled. ,,Well, Mesh’la. What about it?”

You hugged him closer. ,,Alright.”

Cody’s eyes widened a fraction, when you actively cuddled with him. You happily sighed. ,,You are so warm.”

Block clapped Blitz on his shoulder. ,,I forgot to mention, she doesn’t like the cold.”

Blitz grin. ,,I think I found my replacement.”

You hummed questioning.

Blitz grin. ,,You have Kote now as your personal heater.”

You sighed happily. ,,Okay. Replacement heater accepted.” You closed your eyes and just listened.

You heared the faint clicks of Helmet Comms activate and some hushed voices from the Bridge Crew. You sighed and slowly let go of Kote.

Blitz grin. ,,A Naval Captain wo doesn’t like the cold.”

You shrugged. ,,And? Just because I don’t like it, doesn’t mean I can’t work with it. Look around, you see Clone Troopers. I see average Body temperatures of  38°C (100°f). If I feel cold, I can ask them to crowd the Bridge especially the space around me.” You winked.

Blitz laughed.

Emanuel grin and Cody, smirking took a step closer. ,,Are you cold?”

You looked up at him and blushed. You pursed your lips and smirked triumphant. ,,Take of these Gloves and let's find out.”

Blitz’s eyes widened and he grin.

Cody looked you up and down, then slowly took off his Gloves. He smirked, and took your Hand in his, he pulled your sleeve back and touched your forearm. Then he gently cupped your cheek. He studied you and slowly he smiled. ,,Not cold but not warm either. I think you should stand closer to me, Mesh’la.”

You blushed again and averted your gaze.

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Blitz smiled happily. Since he knew you - you always held a mans gaze. Never did you shyly avert your eyes. He also knew you never dared a man like you just dared Kote to touch you. Never did you give a fellow Military Officer permission to touch your skin, outside of Medics of coarse. Now you blushed and averted your gaze. You did not pull away, no you just stood there and let him touch you as if you didn’t mind the closeness to him. He knew then, that you did not just think of Kote as kind, but that you were developing feelings for him.

He was somewhat proud of Kote, he did what no one was able to do. He captured the dangerous Loath kitten, that you were. Not afraid of the consequences. But also not fully aware of how dangerous you could be, if you wanted.

Blitz thought, when Kote stepped closer to you and asked you, if you were cold, you would decline and push him away. Not dare him to come closer.

He also knew you were sneaky - he has not taught you Mesh’la's meaning just yet. But you knew from how it was used, that it was a compliment, more so, because of when it was used. He smirked. He got the feeling you got Kote right where you wanted him.

He rolled his eyes annoyed, when Captain Gold entered.

He cringed internally, Gold was known to be all by the Books. Kote would immediately pull away and act like the Marshal Commander he was. And in turn would hurt you.

,,Captain on deck.” Announced Cameron loudly.

Gold glated at Cameron, Blitz was glad though, it gave Kote a few seconds more time.

He hoped it was long enough for you to understand.

He saw Cody glance at Gold’s back and his eyes hardened.

Blitz was not having it, he stomped over to Cameron and stood next to Gold. ,,Why are you shouting? You don't need to shout. Just say it. You're disturbing the whole Bridge.”

Cameron seemed to understand what he wanted to do.

He looked at him confused and said louder again. ,,What?! I can’t hear you!” Cameron glanced between Gold and Blitz.

Gold glared and drew a cross on his Pauldron.

,,Oh, Medic!”

Gold glared at him. ,,Now!” he shouted.

Cameron nodded, feigned dizziness and went to see Jase.

Blitz hoped Cody used the time. It was just a few Seconds, but at least.

When he turned back towards you and Cody, you stood at the Viewport and Cody next to the Admiral.

You leaned down to the Bridge Crew and spoke with them.

One of them, a Gunner smiled at you and made a flying motion with his hand.

You laughed and nodded.

Gold strode to the Admiral and Cody. ,,Where is the General? He should be up here.” He said and crossed his Arms.

Cody wanted to say something but saw Blitz lift his Brows.

,,Are you questioning the General?” Blitz asked daring.

Gold glared at him. ,,And you should salute the Marshal Commander!”

Blitz smirked. ,,No. I don’t need to. We are both Commanders and Cody and I are friends. That is what makes the difference. Have you seen Tano salute Skywalker?”

Gold frowned. ,,No?”

Blitz smirked. ,,Because they are friends too. The higher ranking one tells his Subordinate to leave it and they don’t need to anymore.”

Gold glared. ,,What about the Woman? She did not salute to me.”

Blitz turned him away from you. ,,If you value your life — don't try it. And she is the Naval Captain. Maybe soon an Admiral even. She doesn’t need to salute you nor Cody and she never saluted me, except when she wanted to annoy me.”

Gold glared at Blitz. ,,It is required to greet unfamiliar Officers. Why hasn’t she come here?!”

You cleared your throat behind him. ,,Would it kill you to greet your higher ranking officer, instead of badmouthing her? Captain Gold?”

He stuttered. ,,Ah, sir-I -.”

You sighed mildly annoyed by his behavior. ,,Alright, no. Do you have something to do on my Bridge? “

He glanced at Cody, who shrugged.

,,No, Sir.”

You nodded. ,,Well then, don’t crowd it here, there is more space down there, if you keep this-” You gestured to all of him. ,,-up, you are not welcome up here, just to be clear. If you would be less mouthy and less insubordinate, then you would be welcome here again, as it is you will not change your behavior so - leave my Bridge, that is an Order, Captain.”

Captain Gold glanced at his Brothers and the Admiral.

Cody sighed, he felt pity for Gold. ,,What she means, Vod is. She doesn’t like nor allow such behavior. Come find me around 19:00 I will show you, what I mean.”

Gold nodded, saluted and left.

Blitz held his Hands up to the Bridge Crew, to let them wait. Then he lowered his hands. The Bridge crew cheered. ,,Captain!” ,,Captain!” ,,Captain!” and applauded.

You blinked, not aware as to why they were cheering to you.

Emanuel grin. ,, No one has ever told Gold off, like you did. That is why.”

You grin. ,,In general - I hate people who parade themselves around like this. Don’t dirty my Ship with these Dickheads. We have a certain Hygiene Standard here and they do not meet that standard.”

Blitz laughed. ,,You sound like an Admiral.”

You grin. ,,Right now I am. That is why I am bringing us home, Dinii.” (Lunatic)

Block nodded. ,,Exactly. I will let you in on a little secret - we need a second Admiral, well technically we need three Admirals, A Starboard and a Port Admiral and then the Post I have, the Admiral. Y/N is only a Captain because she just graduated and she can’t get promoted for 3 moths. So, I’m showing her how to be an Admiral - if something happens to me, she can take over. She is one of the most resourceful people on this ship. She can fight - pilot - act - climb - and comandeer a Ship.”

You grin. ,,You forgot a few things.”

Block studied you. ,,Like what?”

,,My Adoptive Dad is an Admiral, pretty practical, I can fly with a Jetpack and I know several Languages.”

Block nodded. ,,What Languages?”

,,Basic, Ryl - The Language the Twiilek speak, Droid speak, Huttese, Togrutti and Shyriwook. Currently I am learning Mando’a.”

Blitz grin. ,,We have our personal C-3PO.”

Block nodded. ,,Truly, yes.”

Cody smirked. ,,How far are you in Mando’a?”

You smirked. ,,I’m not going to tell you.”

,,Why not?”

You grin. ,,Because I like it, when People think I can not understand them. Then they are honest and say what they think. That way I see them for what they are.”

Cody nodded. ,,Understandable.”

,,Oh and you three? Not a word to anyone, that I’m learning Mando’a.” you said seriously. ,,I mean it. No leaking.”

Blitz hugged you. ,,My, aren’t you cold?”

You frowned. ,,No, why?”

,,Are you sure about that? Kote, you should check.” He smirked.

Cody smirked. ,,Come here.”

Blitz lifted you by your Waist and forcefully threw you at Cody.

You yelped and wrapped your Arms around Codys neck.

Cody caught you and held you tight to him. He lay his cheek on your head. ,,Maybe a bit cold.” He said teasingly.

You sighed and cuddled close to him.

You didn’t realize you hung on Cody for a good 10 Minutes, when Blitz suddenly lifted and pulled you away from Kote. You glared at your Best friend.

Blitz chuckled. ,,Maybe you want to do that on a Couch or a Bed? You know Cody has no Back problems just yet, I fear with you around he might get it.”

You sighed and nodded. ,,Let me down.”

Blitz did and winked. ,,You know how I mean it. It’s cute to see you both like each other, but just don’t brake his back.”

You starred at him and crossed your arms. ,,The way I understand this, you just said, I will break Kote’s back, because I am that heavy.”

Blitz frowned. ,,No, Vod’ika. (Little Sister) Not break his back but hurt it. You are not that heavy, but if you keep on holding on to him, he might get back pain from the muscles he uses to hold you up.”

You sighed. ,,Alright.”

One of the Officers called out to you, you jogged to the front. ,,Yes?”

,,Sir, the Navi Computer had to calculate a different way to Coruscant because of a Giant Nebula.”

You frowned. ,,There is no Nebula between here and Coruscant.”

You glanced down at them and saw, the Coordinates had  changed. You were on the way to Ryndellia. You didn’t say anything you nodded. ,,Maybe I am wrong, well if the Navi computer did that, he obviously had reason to.” You nodded. ,,How long until we arrive?”

The officer looked down. ,,Approximately 14 hours.”

You nodded. ,,Thank you.”

You returned to Blitz, with one word you updated him. ,,Slick.”

Blitz’s eyes widened and he nodded. ,,Come on, Brothers let us fight with Y/N in the Gym.”

Cody frowned but went along with it, as soon as you were out of the bridge you run to the Medbay.

,,Kenobi!” you panted.

He sat up. ,,Y/N?” he coughed.

,,You are not allowed to be sick , right now. My Bridge crew are traitors and I don’t know who of them is, instead of getting us to Coruscant, they are bringing us to Ryndellia. You have to do one of these mind tricks on them.”

He nodded.

You called out. ,,Jase get the Infusion out, immediately!”

Jase hurried and did as you said. Together you returned to the bridge. Obi-wan went to the Viewport and lifted his Hands. ,,You will abandon your post and head for the Brigg.”

They repeated after him, dazed and left the bridge.

Obi-wan panted and coughed.

You run down and changed the course back to Coruscant. Block looked down to you. ,,Y/N? “

You sighed. ,,They lead us to Ryndellia. They changed the course after Jones.”

He nodded thoughtful. Then he turned to the General. ,,We need a new bridge crew.”

Obi-wan nodded, panted and fell uncausious becauseof overexertion. Cody caught him just in time. He brought Obi-wan back to the Medbay, whilst you and Block managed the bridge.

,,How did you know, they changed the course?” he asked thoughtfully.

You sighed. ,,One of them told me, that we needed to go around a large Nebula. I know there is no large Nebula on the way to Coruscant. I glanced down and saw the Coordinates of Ryndellia. That made more sense. Although I still don’t know why they did.”

He sighed. ,,Well, we are in need of a new Bridge crew.”

You shrugged. ,,We can manage to get home. Maybe the landing will be difficult. I think as soon as we enter Coruscant’s atmosphere, we should call for help.”

Emanuel nodded. ,,I will call in. I think the 501st has already arrived.”

You nodded. ,,Alright.”

He sighed and held your shoulders. ,,That is not your fault, Y/N. There was no way for you to know why and when they changed the Coordinates.”

You nodded. ,,I know, I just.” You sighed. ,,I wish I saw it sooner.”

,,I know. We all do, but it is now how it is.” He smirked. ,,And you know, you got the Commander as your personal heater now.”

You grin. ,,I do.”

He nodded. ,,As soon as you can, you may go to him again.”

You frowned. ,,Why?”

,,Why? What?” he asked.

,,Why are you letting me do this? Why letting me cuddle him while I was at work?"

Emanuel smiled. ,,Sometimes you must help others to their luck.” He let go of you and smiled. ,,And I did promise your father to keep an eye on you, this is included.”

You grin and nodded. ,,Alright.”

He smiled. ,,Come on, lets change the Coordinates back and head home, as soon as we enter the airspace we will call Yularen.”

You nodded and got to work.

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Story about Vlk’s Backround and some of her time in hell. It’s a bit messy and jumps around a bit but it’s all I could manage.

Vlk

Vickey snarled in rage as the cop drew his gun. Mary had been shot already and had fallen back, leaving Vickey alone with the two officers. She held ‘her’ captive tightly by her wrist before making an inarticulate noise of fury and throwing the girl at the officers.

“There. F—kin give me my kid back!” She spat. “Both of em.”

The first officer pulled the teen behind her and directed her outside of the house while the other kept Vickey at gunpoint.

“You aren’t getting them back.” He growled darkly, eyes narrowed and body tense.

That wouldn’t do. “I am.” She sneered. In a moment her dagger was free from her boot and she was charging the officers. Two shots rang out, she dropped.

Her breathing was ragged for a few moments before it stilled and she went limp.

The new officer carefully crept forward and poked her with a foot while his partner kept her at gunpoint. She didn’t move. Their guards dropped slowly and the man lowered his gun. Vickey’s eyes flicked up. She grabbed his ankle and yanked him to the ground, slashing his throat with her knife. There was a boom and she blinked.

The world around her was a hazy red, a pentagram above. Around her were screams and gunshots and honking. It was all too much. Carefully she examined her surroundings and came to the grim understanding of where she was. Hell.

Hell was a lot like the world of the living: taxes, rent, overpriced apartments, jobs, the whole shebang. Sure it was a little more violent than earth was but she didn’t mind too terribly. She was a sinner, she knew it. With all the lives she had taken, things she had stolen, and people she had hurt, she knew her good acts couldn’t make up for it. But that was okay.

She fit in decent enough and had recently secured a job in a club, making a pretty penny dancing. She knew how to woo men and women alike, she knew how to manipulate people to get the most from them and these being degenerates only made it easier. After all, it was easier to convince a sex addict to blow some money on a lap dance than it was a good Christian.

Of course she looked different but the tail was nice to have (good for balance on the poles) and the fur hid a majority of her scars from life. The self inflicted ones did hurt now though, which sucked. Mostly because she could never feel pain so having it now was odd and uncomfortable. Luckily, new wounds or blows still didn’t hurt. The one scar that wasn’t hidden was on her back, it was new. She guessed it to be the exit wound of the bullet that killed her. She had another on her hip that was barely visible where one of the bullets had entered and (presumably) shattered her hip. The one lodged in her collarbone was hidden by fur: as were the ones Mary and victims had inflicted on her.

Along with her differing appearance she sported a new name, Vlk. She wanted to leave her old life behind her. She wanted to forget it ever existed. Mary, her partner and the love of her life, was immortal so despite their sins they wouldn’t be joining her down here. And Lilith, her adopted daughter and everything, was far too sweet to be sent down here. She’d be in heaven where she belonged. Layla would probably join her eventually but the two never got along and would probably stay their separate ways. That being said, she had no ties to the living and wanted it to be striped from her completely. New look, new name, new job… new life.

Speaking of her job she had recently caught the eye of a moth demon. He spoke in an accent that annoyed her and the way he talked to her was the way she talked to others she was trying to manipulate into bed. Even still she went along with it, played his game, and took the money he offered. The propositions to join him at his studio didn’t take all that long to start. He said she’d make a great actor. And she would. She acted with Mary all the time when the god wanted her. Her lack of being able to feel pain and affinity to blood was also a great thing to have with some of the kinks these demons had. He offered her a nice paycheck and, to sweeten the deal, a paid apartment. She happily took him up on the deal even if the apartment was sub par.

The movies were rough and she was bored of this but it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to it. Mary played these games too. She could suck it up. She made Valentino plenty of money, even not being the most popular she was the most versatile and could be used in pretty much anything he needed. The variety was nice, though not nice enough to keep her entertained for long. Sex was never something she liked all that often, even if she was good at it. And she was. She knew exactly what to do and how to cater to individuals, how to read signs and adjust based on them. She could easily figure out if someone was dominant or submissive with a simple conversation and, much like her partner in life, often used that to her advantage.

What she couldn’t figure out is why Valentino was so interested in one of the other actors, a demon named Angel Dust. He was probably the most popular by far. Vlk could understand the attraction but why did Valentino care for him so deeply? Why was he the favorite toy? For a few months Vlk had assumed the feelings were of jealousy, that she wanted to be the favorite like she was with Mary. But after a while she had come to learn that she didn’t care if she was the favorite. She’d really rather not be. What she was feeling was… concern? Concern for a grown man, a sinner, a willing pornstar. That had never happened before and it caught her off guard. Maybe it was because he so clearly didn’t want to do some of, if not all, the things he was made to. Maybe it was because he was trying to get better, something all the demons at the studio knew of and mocked him for. Maybe he reminded her of herself when she was helpless and scared. Whatever the reason she was concerned about him. Everytime he had to cover marks in makeup or the limp he so desperately tried to hide after a long night.. it all worried her. It made her angry? At her boss.

But dwelling on it brought up confusing feelings and she was never one to try and deal with those. She’d rather pop some painkillers or sleeping meds and just check out. Not that she had any sort of drug to ignore the happenings about her— they were too expensive and she was trying to avoid overdosing… again. So she didn’t get any. She just learned that if she went into work and worked full force she’d eventually forget her feelings. And when she was under a certain rough moth she tended to blank on those feelings too. She was quick to become a stand in for Angel. When the spider was at the hotel she was the one called on. She made a point of putting on a show, slowly drawing Valentino’s attention away from Angel Dust. When she saw the overlord was getting antsy and clearly yearning to sink his grimy little claws in Angel, Vlk would approach the moth seductively, keep his focus on her, and (unfortunately) eventually bed him.

Angel seemed relieved that he wasn’t used as often and his thankful face the first time he realized what Vlk was doing did make her feel a bit better about doing it. He had smiled. The first time she had seen him do so without his fake and gaudy persona. It was beautiful. She shot him a sympathetic smile back before the door closed and she was left alone with the stupid moth again.

Let it be clear: despite her not hating him, she did not like Valentino. He was everything she hated in a person but she couldn’t bring herself to feel that strong of an emotion towards him. She was indifferent to his existence. She’d rather he didn’t exist, sure, but everyone would rather that. Except maybe Vox and Velveete. She wasn’t special in that regard. Unfortunately, when the wall blew down and raiders rushed the studio Vlk was put in an interesting position that made it seem she had a lot more loyalty to her boss then she truly did.

Val had been with a young teen. A hellborne. Vlk didn’t like that one bit but she had been restrained before she could bite off her boss’s head. When the attack happened it was clear who the gangsters were going after and Vlk panicked. The teen, Harley, had been immediately thrust in front of Valentino as a human shield. She was vulnerable and terrified and that look… it was just a quick moment as they made eye contact and Harley seemed to beg for help. Vlk couldn’t say no to such desperation. She had leapt forward, form shifting in and out of focus as she dashed between the attackers and dispatched them one by one in a matter of seconds. Limbs were torn off, heads were the wrong way, and several fallen bodies had chunks torn out of them or bite marks littering their skin. When the noise settled and Vlk had calmed enough to return to her neutral form she had immediately rushed towards Harley and blurted, “Are you okay?!”

“Thanks to you I am.” Valentino had cooed, tossing Harley aside and grabbing Vlk’s face roughly. “You’re the only one that stayed to protect me. How sweet.”

Vlk struggled in his gasp but couldn’t pull away. Her eyes darted to Harley and she relaxed as she saw the teen slipping into a robe and mostly uninjured. Their eyes caught again. She was okay, if not a little terrified. She flashed Vlk a shaky, thankful, wave and skittered off, leaving the fox demon alone with Val.

A new proposal. Better pay. Less sex. She would spend most of her day acting as Val’s personal body guard and, on occasion she’d have to do a few movies. She accepted almost immediately. A body guard was a pretty nice job, if she had to say so. And getting to let off steam like that was an exciting prospect. The agreement was made but no deals were formed. Vickey had made a deal with a demon once. She knew better than to do it now that she was working with real and powerful demons. As a bodyguard she was working alongside a few hell hounds. But she didn’t mind that. They seemed alright. Another bonus was that Val had made Vlk to escort Angel to and from the hotel. She was pretty sure it was to make sure the demon kept coming back to work but Val insisted it was to ‘protect him’ and ‘keep other whores off of him.’

The reason this was a bonus? It helped Vlk get to know more about Angel and the hotel. She liked its premise. She liked that he fought so hard for betterment. She would ask his progress on their walks and encourage him when he seemed down. A few times she had carried him back to the hotel after particularly rough nights. He had complained at first but eventually just accepted it so long as no one from work or the hotel saw. The poor guy had fallen asleep in her arms once, grimacing in pain every time she jostled him.

The familiar circumstances were not lost on her but she had also promised to forget Mary and thus pushed those thoughts and feelings aside. She was just helping a friend. At least.. she hoped they were friends. She hadn’t really made any in a long time. Harley and her were getting there but the younger seemed a bit scared of her. Fair enough.

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born to die // chapter nine

After a little while I started to feel numb. 

I sat with one hand in my lap, the other elegant fingers hovering around my microphone, listening to my melancholic song, my voice drifting back to me as if it belonged to someone else. The heartache was tangible, I felt like if I'd cupped my hands together as if to gather rain, I'd have felt the weight of all my woes held right there between my fingers. 

I gazed out at the dark room, the warm glow of the lights glimmering and twinkling above me the only thing I saw. Faces blurred together, I didn't recognise a single smile. Didn't see the regulars who were gathered to drink away their own troubles and listen to me lament mine. 

I didn't really know what Van meant when during my five minute break he came to light my cigarette, put a glass of whisky in my hand and told me, "you could look a little less like you're being held at bloody gunpoint darlin..." 

"Sorry..." I shrugged my shoulders, forgot to take a drag on my cigarette so that it didn't light and he had to hold the lighter up to me once more. 

"No ones here to see you cryin Meadow, don't look good if our best girls up here in fuckin tears..." he said, his cold eyes flickering over my expression though I missed the forgiveness in them because I wasn't really looking at him. The same way I hadn't really been looking at anyone all night. "Look just... Sing a couple more an then call it a night, leave em wanting more eh?" He said patting my cheek, his hands cold when they met my numbed jaw. I barely noticed his fingers as they stroked along my cheek bone, hardly noticed his thumb brush a tear from beneath my eyes. But I did notice the sudden shift in his demeanour, the gentle way he touched me then, the uncanny tenderness as his fingers pushed my hair from my eyes and then tilted my chin up towards him so that he could take in my pretty face. 

"There," he said softer still, "lovely eh..." 

But I didn't feel lovely. I felt desperate and falling apart, a tearful, selfpitying ache resonating from my chest. Throbbing like a fresh wound. 

"I'll get you a drink." He said as he left his hand stroking my cheek, his touch sending a shiver through me as I tried to blink away the sorrow in my eyes. I knew I needed to be stronger than I was being, knew I needed to be colder. But being numb isn't as easy as it sounds and faking a smile when you can't feel anything at all is so much harder than you think it will be until you're trying. 

So I couldn't smile, could only sit and simmer, this sorry expression resting, the kind thats fine when you're singing a sad song and the lights are low enough to hide your tragic eyes. But I wasn't singing then and when Van returned with a glass of whiskey for me to swirl and sip from between songs his eyes were cold the way mine should have been. 

"One smile for fuck sake darlin.." he warned holding the glass for me to take, getting all the more frustrated when I didn't take it. When my fingers brushed over the glass but didn't grip. "Meadow..." he said his voice darkening, low and quiet but full of daggers as he took my hand in his and closed my fingers around the glass for me. 

His hands on my hands were warm, a little clammy and when he held them firm around the glass, around me, I felt caged. When I looked up into his eyes I knew that caged was exactly how I was supposed to feel. 

His icy blues were dead when they met mine, studying me coldly.

"For fuck sake," he shook his head subtly, squeezed my hands tightly before pulling away, one more run of his hand through my hair, touselling my long dark locks as if I were his pet, one more pat on the cheek a finally warning before he left me sitting up there alone. 

"Smile." 

I watched him mouth the words from across the room where he lingered at the back in shadow. 

I tried my best to do as he said but every time I tried to force the curve of my lips I faltered. I could feel the sham it was and it only humiliated me further. Only served to compound my self pity when I felt the half hearted way I couldn't even make it reach my eyes. 

When I heard Johnny pick up his guitar once more I braced myself for the sting of another song. When I heard the warm reverberation of the first chord ring out I smirked because the words rang too true for comfort. 

Make the world go away

Get it off, get it off my shoulder...

I swayed a little as I leant into the melody, sipping my whiskey between lines when I should have been snatching a breath. 

By the time I'd drifted through a few more songs I'd been lulled half senseless by my drink, by the drugs my uncle Johnny had filled me with to get me through the night. 

He let the final chord ring out, reverb shimmering as the notes lingered long after my voice had trailed off. It was the worst I'd ever sung and I knew it. Knew that Van would be fuming, grinding his teeth as he watched me sitting still and helpless on that shakey barstool. I could feel his watchful stare, the cold creeping over my skin as Johnny helped me up. His touch was all the warmer for the feeling of Van's eyes on me. 

He snaked his arm around my waist and let me lean on him, our haphazard stumble into the back room reminiscent of the way me and Sam had struggled to cross that rain wet road the night before. 

"Here we go poppet let's get y'the 'ospital eh," yawned Johnny helping me to sit on the edge of the table in the back room. 

I felt dizzy though I wasn't really that high up. He put his hands on my knees and looked me up and down, assessing the damage whilst trying to look like he was doing anything else at all. 

"Don't need the hospital now do i..." I mumbled bitterly, "I've had my medicine." 

But when I spoke Johnny saw the tear which escaped my lashes and caught it with his thumb. He brushed it away just as quickly and as wordlessly as any gentleman would have done to save my dignity but I'd still felt his touch and he couldn't hide my tears from me. I was suffering the humiliation whether anyone witnessed or not. 

"Now now Meadow." He chuckled gathering my hair behind me, combing it into a low ponytail with his fingers. 

I sat quietly as he pulled a hoodie on over my head and then helped me into his old khaki military jacket. I hugged it around myself before he'd had the chance to button it up. He caught me looking up at him with such tragic demur eyes, all eyelashes and Pisces glow, and he smirked, let another warm chuckle ring out as he shook his head and offered me what little reassurance he could. 

"Least if you're with me y'nar they're gan see you nice an quick eh... Take you for ice cream after?" He tried to lighten my mood, tried for a flash of the bright smile which had once simmered on my lips s long time ago. Before I'd known the evils he'd committed. Before I knew what he'd helped do to my father. 

"I'm not six..." 

"Nah," he shrugged, "but if dessert was a dish reserved exclusively for six year olds Ben and Jerry would be on the dole wouldn't they..."

And I knew there was no arguing with him. I could see the guilt in his eyes and I could hear it in the bitter undertones of his voice. I could tell that he resented the last two hours of his life, regretted them perhaps too. 

"I'll try and keep him off your case for a few days doll," he said hours later when we were sitting side by side in his car, fresh from the hospital and stopped at the traffic lights near my house. We were waiting at a red light, watching the red glow blur with the rain, watching it ripple in the puddles on the road. Watching the rain land on the rear window, a thousand droplets obscuring our view of the traffic until the windscreen wiper sent a sleepy low vibration through the car and swept them all away.

"He divvnt believe me about last night..." I let the words rest between us, let them simmer. Didn't realise that I was easing him into a question he didn't want to ask. 

"Aye," he said softly, "bout that..." 

As the lights changed amber through the tree I felt a lump in my throat. Feared the question he seemed hesitant to ask. 

"What?"

"That story I told Van for you earlier..." he said trailing into a quiet only explaining when he saw my innocence and realised I didn't understand him, "it wasn't a Fender who saved you, just some stupid lad trying to get into Van's good books?" he raised his brow, tried to hold my gaze but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't look him in the eye then, too self-concious because I felt like he was trying to tell me something. Trying to warn me. 

"It wasn't a Fender who saved me." 

I didn't realise I'd said it too quickly to be believed, too sharply, until I saw Johnny's smirk. 

"Right," he said quietly, flicking the indicator, the two of us quiet as we listened to its lethargic ticks and watched the road, "well, thats the story you need to stick to now yeah..."

"You say story like.." I started, trailing off because I didn't really want to tempt fate. Didn't want to change its merciful mind and drag me and Sam deeper into the trouble we'd already caused. 

"You're gan have learn to look people in the eye when you tell it an all..." he added quickly, his gentle voice shutting me up, confirming that creeping suspicion which had been unsettling me since the doctor had told me my ankle wasn't broken. Too much good luck in a city where luck was hard to find. 

"Right." I said softly, looking up at him, holding his gaze. Trying to read his mind. Trying to work out the secrets he was keeping. I'd always thought my uncle Johnny was an open book, the most honest of all Van's brothers, but now he was lying for me, keeping things from Van to protect me. And he was doing it all so easily. Without taking a day to mull it over, weigh up the risks. People didn't keep secrets from Van in our family, not unless they were particularly stupid or reckless like my father, and if not stupid, if not reckless, then it was desperation that bought their silence. 

As Johnny helped me from my seat and lifted me into his arms, insistent on carrying me up to my flat, I wondered which of those aforementioned categories I fell into. 

Stupidity? Recklessness? I'd always been such a clever, careful girl. 

Desperation then? Perhaps. Desperation was the yearning ache in my heart when I let my mind drift back to the memory of Sam. The way he'd held me in that single bed all night, locked away in our little haven. That quiet place where no one kept sides. 

I tried not to think about it, about him. Every time I did, every indulgent glimmer of memory simply left me on the edge of tears, my bottom lip on the tremble, my eyes watery. And that kind of translucency scared me, left a fresh tremble shivering me because I knew that the feelings which had gripped me since I'd met him would make it impossible to keep our secret. This was the kind of love, the kind of sudden, all consuming, eclipsing obsession that leaves a girl mumbling her sweethearts name whilst she sleeps. The kind of touched glow which lingers in her eyes. The kind men like Van can see a mile off only because it's so foreign to them. 

And yet if I'd admitted it all, if I'd told Johnny everything as he was making tea and toast he'd have looked upon me with all the sympathy in the world and told me that Sam and Van were cut from the same cloth. That you couldn't love men like that. Like him, like his brothers, like the Fenders and their brethren too. Not without losing yourself completely, not without wasting away. Not without the living in the smokey shadow of death, knowing that someday it will catch up to you too. 

"You should smoke another before you go to bed." Johnny stood, his own expression weary as he placed the joint he'd been rolling for me on the coffee table between us. 

"Thats the last thing I need right now," I said softly, "I can't turn up to work tomorrow out me head..." I clarified when he frowned and opened him mouth to argue. 

"You aren't going to work tomorrow sweetheart," he said shrugging his shoulders when I got sharp and demanded to know why that was any of his business, "I rang you in sick hours ago... what? You were hardly in the state to do it!" he grinned struggling to hold back his laugh at the horror on my face. 

"Fucking hell John!" I gasped, "how do you know my works number I don't even know that from memory?" I asked remembering the last time I'd had to phone them, how I'd stood shivering in the phonebook at the end of the road, squinting into my little address book repeating it number by number as I spun and dialled. 

"Well what if somet happens to you ey love, y'divvnt turn up at the angel and we all get to worrying about yer?" 

I looked at him with cynicism glowing in my eyes unable to hide my sad smirk. The idea that Van Mccann would be worried about me, the idea that his first instinct if I was late to an evening at his bar would be concern. Sometimes I thought Johnny was canny to his brothers sociopathic side, not now. Now it was plain to see that he was in fact painfully naive. 

"Divvn't be givin me that look doll, I worry about you... you know that." 

"Yeah," I said softly, sadly. A sigh deflated my shoulders as I pushed my hair from my face and starred despairingly into my tea cup willing it to whirlpool and swallow me whole. "Yeah I know that I'm sorry Johnny I'm just tired I guess..."

"Aye and your bloods full of shite ain't it," he smirked taking my hand and helping me to my feet, "thats my fault." He looked guilty then but he shouldn't have. Without all that shite I probably wouldn't have survived the night, those torturous two hours of bitter music and red lights. I felt dizzy and nauseous now perhaps, emotions frayed at the seams, the mornings depression slowly creeping up on me, but I couldn't blame him for any of it. Not when he'd been the only man that evening to show me gentleness, kindness where there had been none. He'd shown me mercy too and for that I owed him my life. 

"Ceemon doll," he yawned, "y'need y'bed an I need to be in London tomorra afternoon so a need mine too." 

"You're leaving?" I asked heart in my throat once more, scared of what that might mean for me. Of what it might mean for him too. 

"A won't be long divvn't panic ey..." he chuckled, "got some youngens down there need supervising, be gone two days like thats all."

But his explanation didn't settle my nerves for him because I knew he was prone to playing things down for the benefit of anyone he deemed too gentle for that world. 

"Not worried," I lied flashing him a cheeky smile as I pulled the covers up over my tired body and lay down propped up on one elbow. He stood in the doorway anticipating my childish wit, "just wanna know who's gan be spying on me if you're gone..." 

"Ain't spying doll..."

"Is too." 

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⎯⎯ ୨ I’m Sorry ୧ ⎯⎯

Pairing: Ellie Williams x Fem Oc (Sophie Oc)

POV: 3rd Person

︎Content Warning: death, sadness

Author’s Note: I have no idea what to call this (i.e. blurb, drabble, one-shot, or imagine) so please if someone could help me out, I really appreciate it! <3 oh yeah, no use of y/n in my works! Also created this on my trip back home and I was feeling a little depressed sooo sorry. Also I have never written for TLOU at all, bear with me. If I forgot anything in the Content Warning, please let me know! Also sorry if this sucks, have been really unmotivated.

It all happened so fast.

Ellie and Sophie were out on patrol, scavenging for any leftover supplies before a bad snowstorm hit. There was little to no infected in the area so they kept searching, not a single trace of anything in sight.

But that all changed when they came in contact with a horde of infected. Yet the infected was the least of Ellie’s and Sophie’s worries, they had been followed.

Ellie took the left while Sophie took the right side of the horde, which was extremely difficult with the group of strangers that had followed yet they helped in clearing out the horde.

It all but took a while to clear out the horde, once it was cleared out, one of the men from the group yanked Sophie by her hair and held her with a gun to her head.

“Where is your camp?” The man asked Ellie who was also held at gunpoint by the other members of the mysterious man. “Go fuck yourself” Ellie snapped as she glared daggers at the man who kept a tight hold on Sophie.

“I would be careful or your little friend here will have a bullet put into her skull. Now, where is your camp!?” The man yelled as he clicked the trigger which let out a noise of en empty barrel.

“Ellie.. just-just tell him!” Sophie spoke with fear, her eyes pleading to Ellie, but Ellie didn’t falter. “Let her go” Ellie spoke as she gripped her gun tightly, aiming it directly at the man.

“You have three seconds” the man threatened as he pulled the trigger of the gun yet it made a click noise, it was as if a game of Russian roulette. Sophie had tears brimming her eyes as she stared at Ellie with so much fear.

Ellie looked at Sophie and her heart broke to see the girl she loved so afraid, “okay okay.. our camp is just a few miles from here. You’ll see it” she gave in, her gun had lowered slightly. The man smirked, “thanks darling” he released Sophie but before Sophie could get to Ellie a loud bang rang throughout the woods.

“No!!!” Ellie yelled as she caught Sophie’s body, the man had shot Sophie in the back, the bullet exiting through her. The group walked away as if nothing happened, leaving Ellie kneeling on the snow covered floor while holding tightly onto Sophie, who was desperately gasping for breath.

“Shh you’re gonna be okay.. Sophie, look at me” Ellie spoke with tears clouding her vision, Sophie was in a lot of pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as she grasped onto Ellie.

“D-don’t leave m-me” Sophie stammered as she panted, fear coursing through her veins as she felt her blood seeping out of the bullet wound. Ellie had her hands placed firmly on Sophie’s chest, adding pressure to stop the bleeding, the air was cold.

“I’m not going anywhere Sophie.. just stay awake for me” Ellie says as she tried to stay calm but her fear was creeping up and the idea of Sophie dying was breaking her heart into a million pieces.

Ellie saw how Sophie was trying to catch her breath, "you’re okay.. everything is gonna be okay, I’m gonna get you back to Jackson, baby." Her tears were rolling off of her cheeks now and she probably looked a mess. But that didn't matter, she needed her in her life. They were supposed to be together until the end of time. Her skin was getting colder and colder.

"I love you, please don't leave me alone," Ellie cradled her in her arms. "I'm sorry... please... You're ok. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It's ok. It's over now. You're ok. Wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me. Don't do this to me. I love you so much..." she cried as she could hear her shallow breathing.

"Don't. Please don't." Her voice broke a little at the last word "Hey, stop that, you are going to be okay, you are going to be just fine" she smiled, but it was shaky, and Sophie’s heart broke for Ellie. She could literally hear it crack within her own chest. Sophie reached out and touched the side of her face gently. Ellie leaned into Sophie’s touch, not caring if blood stained her cheek, all she cared about was Sophie.

"Don't you dare give up on me? Do you hear me?" Ellie spoke in utter desperation. "Please don't give up on me” Ellie’s voice was only a whisper by the end. The edges of Sophie’s vision turned black and she felt like her hand was made of nothing. It fell on the ground as she closed her eyes. Sophie was so tired and Ellie could see it in plain sight.

"I love you, do you hear me? Please stay awake! I know I should have said it earlier but this is not the way to make me say it! Dammit wake up Sophie.. please" Ellie cried in despair, but before Sophie was consumed by the darkness, a sad smile appeared on her lips.

"I-I love you too... Ellie.. don't forget me" Sophie whispered and took her final breath. And then there was nothing at all. Ellie felt so numb, "Sophie! No please!" She cried out into the snowy sky, snow began to fall. "Come back to me Sophie, god I’m so sorry.. please" Ellie felt a great pain in her chest as she hugged Sophie’s lifeless body to her chest. "Please-" she begged.

Ellie’s heart was shattering within her chest. She stayed there crying, she had kept cradling Sophie’s body into her chest. "Come back to me..." Ellie cried as everything around her went muffled and all she could do was focus on her lifeless girlfriend. So for the last time, Ellie lightly kissed Sophie’s cold lips and rested her forehead against hers, her tears dripping onto her pale, cold skin.

“I’m sorry..” Ellie whispered.

[missfinefeather]

Gog, this is fucking vicious.

It’s something she needed to hear, she needed put into words, but it’s coming from someone weaponizing them like daggers.

Your paid friend just became your therapist at gunpoint.

[whumperofworlds]

Garland Has A Gun

A/N: Fuck it, I'm doing this. Garland apparently has a gun in FF Origin. So why not?

TWS: Gun, shot, held at gunpoint, kidnapping, blood.

Fandom: Final Fantasy I

Garland and Princess Sarah do not belong to me. Drusus and Keme are my Warrior of Light OCs.

ENJOY!

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It was supposed to be a special day. It was their fifth anniversary, and they left the house to go on a picnic date for a few hours.

They then returned home, and that was when things had gone horribly wrong.

The moment he stepped foot into their shared home, Drusus felt a sharp pain in his left leg. He hissed, falling to his unhurt knee as the pain shot up. He glanced down to see red pouring down from the wound he had sustained. Was that... blood?

"Drusus?!" He heard Keme cry out from behind him. The Thief rushed forward, grabbing his husband and attempted to help him up on his feet. However, the pain was too much, as Drusus returned to a kneeling position.

Keme took action immediately. He unsheathed his dagger and positioned himself in front of Drusus, eying the dark room carefully. There was an intruder here, and they were hiding in their home, their safe space, ready to ambush them.

"Vigilant as ever, Warrior of Light," a deep voice spoke up.

Keme froze, his eyes wide in shock at the voice. That voice. The voice he thought was gone for good after what he and his comrades had gone through years ago.

"Garland?" He asked, glancing around the room once more.

He spotted a hint of purple and black leaving from behind the couch, and out came the fallen former knight. He pointed a metal object at Keme, the entrance of the object smoking like fire.

While it didn't exist in their world, Keme recognized what it was thanks to the Record Keeper world.

A gun.

"Wh-what...?" Keme stuttered, holding his dagger out and pointing at Garland. However, he shivered, as if a cold breeze had blown by. "How...?"

"No questions necessary," Garland chuckled, slowly approaching the Thief and hurt Monk--fear was his tool, and he was using it against Keme. "I am simply here for revenge."

Keme fought the urge to step back, knowing that Drusus was behind him, hurt. He couldn't back down now. His husband needed his protection at this moment. However, his entire body shook, fear coursing through him as he eyed the gun that was pointing at his head.

"Step back!" Keme shouted, trying to hide his fear and stay defiant. "I'm not afraid of you or your gun!"

"Oh, but you are shaking like a leaf, Light Warrior," Garland mocked, his gun trained at Keme still. "That is unbefitting of you. I thought you were brave."

"Sh-shut up!" Keme growled, but did nothing. With the gun pointing at his head, there wasn't much for him to do. If he tried anything--move, attack, scream--he would be dead on the spot.

"L-love."

Keme didn't turn upon hearing Drusus' voice. He heard Drusus coughing up a lung, before the Monk whispered, "Run. Now."

Keme shook his head. "N-no! I'm not leaving you here like this!"

"How loyal," Garland chuckled. When he was close enough, he placed the gun to his side. Keme was about to attack him, stab him, anything, only for the knight to grab him by his weapon arm and twisted it. Keme dropped his dagger, and it clattered to the ground.

"You are coming with me." Garland whispered, pulling Keme up to him. Keme struggled against his grip, his fear at its maximum level. No. Not like this. He wasn't going to be taken like this.

Drusus glanced up, and upon seeing Garland manhandling his husband, he took action. He crawled over to Garland's feet, before gripping his leg to prevent him from moving.

"Don't you... fucking dare," Drusus growled.

Garland glanced down at the hurt Monk, shaking his head before he easily shook Drusus off of him. Drusus grunted in pain, as he fell on his chest, the pain from his leg shooting up.

Garland smirked from behind his helmet. "You want to come with?" He chuckled.

"Damn you," was all Drusus spat out. He shook his head, as if denying Garland's assumption.

"I suggest you come with me..." Garland growled, holding the gun back up...

And pointing at Keme's head.

"Or your husband dies here."

Drusus' heart nearly skipped a beat at the sight of his husband being threatened. Keme's eyes were wide as saucers, and his shaking worsened as his breathing hitched. He didn't bother struggling against Garland's grip, lest death took him.

"Don't you fucking dare!" Drusus shouted, ignoring the searing pain in his leg. He attempted to stand, only to fall back down on the ground. His protective instincts kicked in--he had to get to Keme. He had to protect him.

"Then come with me," Garland offered. "And I'll let him live. Otherwise..." He pushed the gun to Keme's skull, as if emphasizing that he would kill him if Drusus disobeyed.

"Drusus," Keme pleaded. "Don't! He'll kill both of us if--"

"Shut up!" Garland shouted, before he whacked Keme with the butt of the gun. Keme cried out in pain, seeing stars for a second before he shook his head.

Drusus weighed his options. He hadn't seen Garland kill before. He had kidnapped Princess Sarah in the past, yes, but he had never harmed her.

But with the gun? Who knew what he would do? And not only that, but where would he take them if he gave himself up?

What if he lost Keme right here if he decided not to let Garland take him?

He didn't want to risk that.

"...All right." Drusus finally agreed, sighing. He attempted to stand, but the pain in his leg was still too much for him as he fell down on his knee. Dizziness hit him, and Drusus wanted to pass out here and now. Was he losing a lot of blood?

"Good boy," Garland laughed. He removed the gun from Keme's head before he threw Keme on the ground. He pressed his metal boot on Keme's back as he held the gun over his own head, aiming at Drusus'.

Without warning, Drusus felt a sharp pain on his head, and he blacked out; the last thing he heard was Keme's terrified scream of his name.