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gingerteaonthetardis · 3 years ago

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Am I allowed to ask for another 🥺

In hopes of causing us both less pain… a song of your choice for Abedison but the song must be a multiple of ten! (I.e. 10, 20, 30, etc) 🥰

when i tell you i had to scroll to no. 30 to find a happy song... oof. anyway, literally every lyric of this song is them and i take no criticism at this time. hope you enjoy!

"i will take good care of you / i will take good care of you / everything you feel is good / if you would only let you"

(i will, mitski)

When Troy gets home, stepping cheerfully through the door of Apartment 303—well, he doesn't actually have the vocabulary to describe the scene he finds there.

But he tries.

"They were on the floor in front of the TV," he explains to Britta—because he can go to Britta with this kind of stuff, and she'll usually have something to say about it—over lunch. "And it was on, but they weren't watching it, which was the first clue that something was up. I mean, have you seen Abed when someone tries to talk over the television?"

"The thing where he hisses like a snake?"

"Yeah." Troy shivers. The last time he asked Abed to pause so he could go to the bathroom—an unscheduled break, as opposed to utilizing their built-in bathroom break system—it had been just a little bit scary, and he’d had nightmares about Voldemort for two whole days. This is also the kind of stuff he can go to Britta for.

But not Annie.

Annie just doesn't see it. Mostly because she doesn't really get that side of Abed, basically ever. Because if there's one thing Annie Edison's really good at, it's following—sometimes arbitrary, often ridiculous—rules. And Abed mostly functions on those.

(Also, he's pretty sure Abed's in love with her.)

"So, what were they doing, then?" Britta chews on the inside of her cheek, crossing her hands in front of her on the table. It’s a very professional, listening sort of look.

"Well," Troy says, breathing deeply, "they were just kind of sitting there, except Annie was soaking wet. Like, her hair was wet, like she'd been in the shower. And… and she—," and here, his voice lowers to a whisper, eyes darting erratically around the cafeteria for potentially spying parties.

(Actually, a spying party sounds really fun. He'll have to bring that one to Abed for the Dreamatorium.)

"—she was wearing Abed's Inspector Spacetime robe. Second clue."

Britta blinks. "You know that's just a normal bathrobe, Troy."

"Agree to disagree," he shrugs.

Something else occurs to her, and her eyes go wide enough to see the whites all the way around. "Oh my god. Troy, you don't think they actually, you know—"

She starts making a series of seriously confusing hand gestures. But he gets the picture. Probably.

"No!" Troy cries in alarm. "No, I don't think—no. But she was wearing his Inspector robe, Britta. And I don't think she had anything on… you know, underneath!" He knows he sounds scandalized, and that Britta—evolved, womanly Britta—will probably laugh at him for being scandalized, but he can't help it.

It feels like he's seen Nana Barnes in her underwear, only it's Annie and he's seen her—not in her underwear, exactly, but in clothes that aren't hers. It's an intimacy he doesn't know how to wrap his head around, multiplied by the fact of it being Abed's robe. Abed doesn't just share things like his Inspector Spacetime robe.

"Maybe she borrowed it after her shower," Britta reasons, very reasonably, instead of laughing at him. "She's borrowed his clothes before."

"She has?" Troy gapes. This is news to him.

"Yeah, I think so. I mean, mind you, the whole button-down cardigan thing is pretty gender neutral and they both basically dress like kindergarten teachers—"

"There's more!" Troy shakes his head, trying not to consider what his best friends could become with an army of crayon-eating six-year-olds at their behest. God, Kindergarten teachers. It's too terrifying to imagine.

"So, tell me."

"He was..."

How does he describe it? How does he explain the position they were in?

"Troy?" she asks, encouraging and just a touch impatient.

"Hewasbrushingherhair." He lets it out in one breath, choking a little at the end.

Britta's brows pull together. "What?"

"He was sitting—sort of, with his legs on either side of her? And Annie was cross-legged in the middle, and Abed was brushing her hair. But, like, really slowly. And she kept looking back over her shoulder to smile at him. Third clue." He can picture it so clearly, and knows he hasn't done any justice to the sheer strangeness of them being like that. Together, that close, with Annie looking so blissfully happy. Like actors on a small, invisible set.

That is, they're always close. Annie sits practically on Abed’s lap during movie nights, often choosing the armrest of his chair over the alternatives. They hold hands a lot—a lot—and touch all the time for basically no reason.

But never like this.

Troy adds the tidbit, "—and Abed was sort of humming," for flavor.

"Huh."

This is all Britta says for a long minute.

(Which isn't that different from a short minute, except Troy's tapping his toes by the end of it.)

And then: "Huh." Again.

Troy thinks of how he could make this more clear to her. He considers saying, "Remember when Abed was hanging out with you girls for a while? This was like that, but totally different, because it was just him with Annie and neither of them was being mean."

He turns over and then discards the words, "It's like how Annie always carries an extra lip balm around for Abed, because she knows he needs it, except it's not just her taking care of him—he's taking care of her back."

He definitely doesn't say, "I think they're both just basically good people, and a little bit broken. And Abed knows that's what all the best movies are about. So, maybe they're doing this big re-enactment and falling in love."

And he especially doesn't say, "Maybe this is good. Maybe they'll be happy."

(Mostly because he isn't sure about that.)

He just watches Britta's lips purse and un-purse and re-purse again, and reviews things in his head.

He'd assumed that Annie was still into Jeff, but maybe he was wrong.

He'd assumed that Abed just wasn't into human connection, but maybe he was wrong.

Troy’s been wrong before.

He thinks about his best friend untangling the ends of Annie's inky-dark, ropey-wet hair with his fingers, keeping them busy with a kind gesture. He thinks of his other best friend sighing happily and leaning back, because she knows somebody is there to catch her.

Troy thinks he knows love when he sees it, and maybe this isn't a mystery after all. Maybe there was nothing to see, and that's what freaked him out so much. The everydayness. How normal it looked. Maybe he’s just having trouble accepting that he’d missed this, somehow.

(He's pretty proud of this moment of introspection and self-awareness. Britta's been working on it with him.)

Finally, she stops doing thoughtful facial contortions and shrugs. "Well, I guess that's nice," Britta says, with that extremely cool nonchalance he so admires. "I mean, it doesn't really mean anything, probably, but—good for them."

Maybe not. But Troy thinks otherwise.

Lip balm and blanket forts. Sitting close when you don't have to. He's no Inspector, but he can put the pieces together.

(He is the first to do so.)

#hope you enjoy me doing this from troy's pov?? i was trying something!#who am i kidding.......writing this pairing at all is Trying Something. lmao!#hope you like it though!#serindipitysays #abbey.txt #abedison #community posting #ficlet

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vaguely-concerned · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian Chapter 14 reactions: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS AWESOME BUT ALSO I’M CRYING edition

- the good good din characterization is back after all the weirdness last episode!!!! that soft way he says ‘no, no, I’m not mad at you’? THAT’S din djarin, he would not be fucking impatient with his son having just been informed and seen for himself that he is terrified, go away mr filoni I know you’ve got all of canon memorized but you don’t get this lol. this feels much more right in how din being conflicted and still thinking he should give the baby away for his own good plays out too

honestly every line of dialogue for him in this one was perfect I was just whispering ‘I love this awkward clueless wonderful man just doing his best’ to myself any time he said anything. “...does this look Jedi to you?” sir I adore you more than words can describe

- we got din chuckling. asjdklfhsdkafghsdafsadhjkfsdahjkfh. fskahfksjad. side note: I can’t believe my joke post about din desperately trying to Force home school the kid with the one (1) jedi trick he knows about and the baby being delighted by it over and over anyway -- listen to his expectant excited laugh when din takes the ball and sets up the game!!!! -- was canon all along. and then the baby & mando music kicking in when he gently put the silver ball into the baby’s hands again and tells him he’s special (because he IS special. to din)? hmng. hmmmmnnnnn

they opened on the height of softness so we would all crumple under the weight of the rest of the episode and that was very mean of them in a way I sincerely appreciate

- nothing to see here... just a dad trying to walk through the literal manifestation of the unassailable underlying forces of the universe to get to his baby again and again........ the desperation in that, the love, the foolhardy devotion................... shit

- okay so I might be a dumbass, but I’d never noticed this before -- the silver ball has a blue spot on the top, like so:

and in addition we get the room where the baby goes full darth grogu (I have to laugh so I don’t cry okay) on those storm troopers, and there’s a red light in there dominating the room (and it did even more in the concept art):

in star wars blue means light side and red means dark side (it’s very sophisticated that way), meaning the visual storytelling here is that there’s a battle for the baby’s soul and gideon and all his nonsense (and the trauma bb’s been through in the wider sense) is pulling towards the dark, while grogu and din’s connection leads him towards the light. just... the image of the baby looking at his own reflection in the symbolic representation of his relationship to din? the way children find their sense of self through being safely reflected and held by their caretakers? god help meeeeeee I will go in there and fistfight gideon myself for disrupting that in any way

the smaller light seems to be blue too, like there’s still the presence of light even if it’s dimmed and small in that shitty horrible room, which is a change from the concept art!

- FENNEC SHAND SURVIVED BITCHES!!! I even called that she’d be back with new shiny robot parts back in season 1, could not happen to a cooler lady, I hope we get more backstory and interaction from her the next episodes -- sounds like she’s basically sworn herself to boba’s service in gratitude for saving her life, I wonder if that’s a cultural thing of whereever she comes from? does she live aboard slave 1 now too?? because that would be hilarious and amazing, it must be like two strange cats trying to get used to sharing the same space

- everything I could ever hope for about boba fett in this series came true, they went down the much more interesting and nuanced route with jango and boba’s identities as mandalorians, he looked cool as fuck and made din as a character shine rather than overshadowing him... amazing beautiful yesss

(I did 100% not anticipate just how ‘cool uncle boba here to help you fuck shit up’ he was going to be but I am delighted to get it anyway. uncle points deducted for getting someone to point a gun at the baby, but the main point still stands lol)

the power and brutality of his hand to hand fighting too... a w e s o m e , I enjoyed the action scenes a lot in this one

- they even recanonized him actually wearing jango’s armour. what more could I ask for. I’ve had confused parent & child feels about these two since I was like eleven and here we fucking go again. and jango fighting in the mando civil wars too!

- so I’m grieving the razor crest (and I always will be, rip you magnificent jalopy, always in my heart) but also there’s the grim satisfaction that my reading on it was sort of true -- it is (...was. oh god it’s going to take a while to sink in huh) a symbol of din’s self and life, and at this point when they take the baby it tears everything else to pieces. the only thing that’s left in the ashes is the beskar and the thing that connects him to the baby. and there’s... a strange solace in seeing that that’s all he needs to keep going? he’s fucking obliterated from orbit but he still has his love for the baby and the beskar and that can keep him going until he finds something new, everything else can be replaced?????? weirdly healing, though he is probably going to have a solid breakdown at some point after they get the kid back (shut up they are getting the kid back) and the cold distant fog lifts

also this scene/shot feels like it carries some Meaning, doesn’t it? I’m on record several times saying I never want din to be mand’alor and that’s still true, but there’s something about the framing of this and the way boba looks at him that’s like... hm. I’m not sure I have the words for it. there’s something heightened about it, anyway, for a moment he looks like something mythic there in the wreckage

(something I would be much cooler with is our clan of two growing a little bit and those new people rallying behind him, actually, that might be neat. imagine if a force user does show up for the baby and gets adopted into the clan somehow??? so many possibilities.)

- from the way he picks up the silver ball... din djarin is on his way to straight up murder some people huh

I think part of what reassures me about this scene is the music -- this mando flute is not distant, is not beaten, is not despondent, it’s clear and determined and strong.

I love this. I love when we get explicit baby POVs, it makes it feel so real and intimate and... like home. (I especially loved baby’s point of view inside the razor crest, which just made me tear up again. baby lost the closest thing he’s had to a home in a long long time on top of it all. everything is suffering)

Emotionally Significant Thumb Grabbing tm; the show

- din djarin looking for the ‘on’ switch on a magic rock fhsdakjfhsadlfhsdjah I can’t breathe

“Well, this is the seeing stone. Are you. Seeing anything?” fsafkdsajhfsa sdhfksjalhfkjsdahfkjsdhf

- the energy around the baby as he’s, in ahsoka’s words, ‘choosing his path’ is blue, and the force sort of works across time and space, right?? so there’s definitely still hope for our lil green bean to not have to come up with a really dumb unsubtle sith name for himself, as is regrettably yet delightfully tradition. darth babbu should never come to pass (I do like how they’re interrogating the normal dark/light side dichotomy in this series, seeing as this is a literal baby who can’t really be responsible for that stuff himself yet and has such capacity for both.)

- listen. listen, the way din says ‘can you please hurry up’ with no sarcasm or real impatience whatsoever, more like a harried worry, to his force-meditating son as he jogs off to make sure no one’s trying to kill them. is hilarious and also YES this is what the character is!!! weirdly and incongruously polite under stress sometimes and with a slightly odd reaction pattern to things!!! he’s not just quiet and badass, he’s a little strange sometimes and it’s so good!

- a friendly opening volley warning shot from boba there

also din uncertainly asking BOBA FETT if he’s a jedi... now this is the dramatic irony I’ve been looking for haha

I guess neither shand nor boba actually know din’s name after this either. baby you gotta start introducing yourself at some point it gets real confusing when there are two mandos on screen

oh the long weary sigh going through din’s frame when boba says he wants ‘the armour’ and he thinks it’s just someone trying to peel the beskar off his corpse again. sorry the galaxy’s so shitty dad

- “But fate sometimes steps in to rescue the wretched” is a killer line well done mr favreau. I like that boba actually offers din a good deal as well and seems to intend to deliver on it from how things are going.

- din using his beskar-covered bod to cover someone he’s fighting alongside!!! literal moving cover haha. also I love fennec’s costume design

- I don’t know where din got more whistling birds from and I don’t care, it was really cool haha

wow haha um so anyway --

(cue all the ‘who wore it better’ with cobb vanth’s ‘spiderman’s first home made costume’ look on one side and ABSOLUTE UNIT DADDY boba fett on the other side posts lol)

- aaaghh the music almost like a stunned desperate fluttering heart beat as din watches the razor crest be destroyed

- for someone who has willingly worked for them in the past boba sure sounds less than thrilled about having the empire back in any capacity

- oof the deadness in din’s voice when he says “The child is gone”. ooooh no that got me h e l p

- guessing next episode is at least partly a ‘gathering old allies and preparing the assault’ step before the grand finale, then! they cannot go for the season ender cliffhanger with this, I will fucking riot. anything can be up in the air except baby and dad being separated, I will not allow it

it would be very funny if the force user baby called out to comes stumbling into the middle of all this like the troy entering the room with pizzas meme too

- the music in the darth grogu scene is partially a dark mirror of the baby & mando music :’( is nothing in this world sacred

also from how he reaches out for it baby might have used a light saber before in the past with the jedi? ngl the idea of baby wielding the dark saber not when he’s all grown up but in like two episodes -- with all the chaos a toddler holding a laser sword would involve -- is all that is keeping me sane here

‘liable to put an eye out with one of these’ well gideon you sure have doomed someone to lose an eye with that one, here’s to hoping it’s you, for full dramatic payoff

he is a deliciously smug awful force with great musical cues tho, you have to give it to him

- okay so this

is obviously awful and horrible and it makes me so sad... but it is undeniably also very very very funny in how it’s framed. you know what? after all this bullshit baby grogu can have a little dark side tantrum, as a treat, we’ve all been there right

(forget finding a jedi, we need to go out there and find a child psychologist who can help him deal with this without adding the fear that he’s on the path to become a two foot tall evil space sorcerer to the mix Y_________Y)

- rip the razor crest except for the second time :’’’( gone but never forgotten

- the last thing din tells the baby is “I’m gonna protect you; I’ll be back soon”. and I hope that stays with the kid somehow and that it actually comes true, that din will be back for him as soon as humanly possible and all this pain and fear can be repaired. ggggghhhhh my emotions are too big for my dumb human body

#star wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian meta #okay I'm gonna have to. go take a calming walk or something after this haha

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years ago

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BTS Inspiration of Winner’s Curse

I know not many people read my descendants fic, but hey it’s my Bday tomorrow and I feel like revealing some of the inspiration for it. This world building was actually what inspired me to start writing it down. Originally it was going to be from the POV of a Vk, and explore all the dynamics of the “new” Isle under the Coven of 13, and get into the motivations of each but as you can see that did not happen. I was intrigued by the idea of exploring a “sidekick” trying to be the hero and all that. Other notes are

Circe was originally going to be the mother of Malik, after having a fling with Mozonroth when she got sent to the Isle. Decided it was too much drama and discarded that.

There was going to be more focus on the power struggles between the mercenaries, the Coven and the authority figures. Was going to reveal Uma and Freddie to be siblings. Ended up sidelining Freddie.

Gaston’s daughter, Cosette, was going to have a role, becoming closer with Gil.

Atlantis characters were going to be part of the main group. As well as Black Cauldron characters. Also discarded.

Was going to redeem Drizella because I heard the original plans for Cinderella III was going to be Drizella redemption but they changed so they could give more development to Anastasia. So I decided I was going to do it. Dizzy would have been given more of a role.

Hans was going to be revealed as the cruelest villain. (Yeah I was going to make him a twist villain again. Be glad I did not).

Nasira and Mozonroth were going to be lovers before I decided on mother and son.

Diego and Ivy De’Vil would have had more a role.

Hercules characters would have had more a role. Including the Muses.

Ben would have had more a role somehow.

And that‘s about it.

But some things I am proud of in Winner’s Curse. Passing the Bedchel test.

A POC majority cast (This was completely unintentional but now I see it and counting it out, there’s four Agrabians, two WOC, and three European. Though I’ll admit I have not given Harry, Calix and Gil as much spotlight as I should. So my bad. But does Greek count as a white Euro? Idk, point is, unintentional diversity. Woo)

There‘s only two romances. Both are interracial. Also unintentional. Uma and Harry are totally together. And Aziz and Lala’s burgeoning crushes that will not end in a kiss after the final battle because it’s not important. Oh well. Attempts to explore PTSD, abuse, sexual assault and poverty.

The emphasis on family and friendship between characters.

Exploring the negative side of Auradon including it’s classist system, the Magic Ban, and the Euro-countries getting more resources and riches compared to the likes of Kuzcotopia and Atlantis and Atlantica,

Psychological studies(ish) and more character exploration.

Jay faces his dad!

Hook siblings!

Getting to mention tie ins to the Aladdin animated series, Legend of Tarzan animated series, Hercules animated series, Ariel‘s Beginning and soon Disney fairies books. And adding those characters.

That I finished 20 chapters! This is my longest fic ever! And just ten more chapters to go! I’ll get there.

Coven of 13: Villains dedicated to using their old magic to take over Auradon and be restored to their glory days once more. However they all have conflicting wishes with what the final plan should be.

Maleficent: Since being “overthrown” as queen of the Isle. Maleficent had to settle herself with working with others until she can be mistress of all evil again. Is in a constant battle for dominance with Queen Nerissa, Ursula, Mozenrath and Jafar.

(Evil) Queen Grimhilde: Though she may be pre-occupied by her looks and seem to be passive, Grimhilde is secretly gunning for complete control of the Isle and Auradon when they invade. She feels there should be a new queen that doesn’t get into such petty tantrums as Maleficent. Queen Nerissa: Queen Nerissa is the unofficial leader of the coven since it was her idea but it is impossible to convince the others of that. She wishes to get her ultimate revenge on Giselle, Edgar and the rest of Auradon by becoming the tyrant.

Ursula: Ursula is smartly setting her sights on just ruling Atlantica. Unless she gets bored. Then she might expande her pool of options. She mainly just wants to stick it to King Triton and when it comes to execution time. She isn’t going to make the mistake of keeping his soul, she wants to destroy it. Mother of Uma.

Circe: Very bitter about ending up on the Isle even after Helen of Troy vouched for her to stay in Auradon. So to say that she wants to crush Adam to the bone is understatement. She wants him to grovel. And if she can find that one good man while she’s at it, that would be a plus. Mother of Calix.

Mother Gothel: Though she has an intense rivalry with Grimhilde since day one about hoarding the scarce beauty products available on the Isle, she is her closest supporter now when it comes to finding magic for revenge and curing wrinkly skin. She is the mother of Ginny who she doesn’t dote on nearly as much as she did with Rapunzel.

Yzma: She wants Kuzcotopia and she will do anything and everything to get it even if it means teaming up with a bunch of “old hags” (yes pot calling kettle). Still remains overdramatic and delusional. Has a semi-dependent abusive relationship with her children Zevon and Yzla.

Morgaine Le Fey: Morgaine Le Fey, like Grimhilde, is quiet when it comes to group work but she is always observing for everyone else’s weaknesses and flaws that she will undoubtedly exploit when she becomes Queen of Camelot. Mother of Morrían.

Nasira: Sister to Jafar and mother of Jade and Mozonroth. She isn't nearly as enthusiastic about ruling Agrabah as her brother and Mozonroth are but she is just in it to get revenge on the stinking alley rat, Aladdin.

Queen La: Without her staff, her kingdom or leopard-man army, La has resorted to her Atlantean priestess magic again in hopes of getting off the Isle and reclaiming her staff. Still delusional, still lustful and hates having to depend on the rest of these people. Mother of Ranavalalona.

Jafar: Wishes to rule Agrabah and execute the royal family that “mistreated’ and “disrespected” him so much. Is in a constant battle with Mozonroth on the fact that he is the best sorcerer and will be ruler of Agrabah when they take over. Mozonroth: Finds Jafar to be a blowhard and believes that since he already took over the Black Sands and overthrew his former mentor that he should be doing far better plots. But with the Isle’s Magic Ban, he has to go with what he has. Besides that he would like to give his half-brother, Aladdin, a taste of “brotherly love” when he puts him in a headlock to crack his skull. Father to Malik and Imran Abbas.

Dr. Facilier: Like Ursula, Dr. Facilier smartly works on the fringes, setting his sights small on the Bayou before ruling the rest of Auradon. Father of Freddie and Celia.

All-Powerful Quartet: Generally speaking, if any villain was going to be taking over Auradon, it would be these 4. But due to their all-powerful status, they’d rather not exert themselves to do such menial tasks when they have other things to do.

Mirage: Evil Incarnate. So she does get to go off-Isle to maintain some balance of good and evil in the universe but generally enjoys the place. There is just so much evil and chaos everywhere and she glories in it. Mother of Illusion and Chimera.

Chernabog: Since being put on the Isle, Chernabog remains asleep on the mountain, waiting for his day to rise again.

Horned King: Without his deathless army, the Horned King remains in his cave, slowly wasting away. Mainly convenes with Hades.

Hades: God of the Underworld. So yeah, he has a full time job to do.

Mercenaries: The muscle behind the Coven, these are people who can’t adjust to domestic life, more 20th century living and miss the thrill of a fight. They deal with the dirtier deeds of murder and treason. The big boss (literal mob boss) is Sykes who rents their services out.

Sykes: Mob boss. Basically owner of the unofficially named, “Mercenary for Hire.” He never gets his own hands dirty but he has plenty of people who will do it for him. He keeps his people in line with his files of blackmail he has stocked up.

Clayton: Desperately misses the thrill of the hunt and more modern conveniences like a well-polish gun with enough ammo to shoot all these thieves to hell. Has a coworkers- with-benefits relationship with Helga. Father of Clay.

Rourke: Since being screwed over by magic, Rourke has kept a very rigid condition that he will only deal with non-magical situations. Still maintains his treasure-seeking ways and often pilfers from Jafar’s shop.

Helga Sinclair: One of the most intimidating humans on the Isle and of the mercenaries in general. She is known for her efficiency in work, stoic demeanor and same condition to her jobs as Rourke, no magic.

Muviro: Finds mercenary life to be very suitable since being exiled from his tribe. He does it less so for the money but for the glory and bloodlust. Father of Renavalalona.

Lady Caine: Self-proclaimed, “Queen of Thieves” and pirate extradonier. She is Captain Hook’s only real competition on the piracy front leaving a lot of punch-punch kiss tension between them. Many suspect that she is CJ’s bio mom since they share the same manipulativeness, “devil may care” attitude and self-centeredness. However she has no time for any child-rearing, and leaves James to do whatever neglectful work.

Gaston: Another mercenary that does it for the glory rather than the money. He needs something to do since his hunting days are over. Unfortunately he has not won a lot of admirers on the Isle for his chauvinistic attitude (Bad move considering that many of the women have actual powers). Father of Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gil, Gaston (IV) the Great and Cosette.

Shan Yu: Finds himself very low being part of a mercenary gang instead of invading foreign countries. But it does provide some thrill that he can work on his own and make his homicides as bloody as he wants them to be.

Sa’Luk: Former “King of the Thieves,” Sa’Luk uses his mercenary work to get rid of his excess energy and anger towards his enemies. He joins Rourke in pilfering from Jafar’s shops and has a penchant for shiny gold trinkets.

Lt. Col. Jean Staquait: Former French officer and best to hire when you need someone to torture prisoners.

Authority Figures: Villains who are used to have some amount of power in more domestic/civilian pursuits. Pretty much like big corporations that constantly drain the other villains of cash, small trinkets, food and whatever other valuables are on the Isle.

Queen Saleen: One of the most malevolent mermaid, well only mermaid on the Isle. She spends most of her time in the Isle’s waters, avoiding the annoying two legged people. She is often in some sort of feud with Ursula.

Lady Tremaine: Guardian to Anthony Tremaine. Lady is getting on with her years and remains more or less infirmed in her house with a dozen grandchildren. She runs her house with an iron fist and is the most vocal on the Isle in support of child labor. She misses her days of richness and convenes with other elder women about how low they have fallen.

Medusa: Just like she did before the Isle, Medusa owns a pawn shop that is on a constant losing streak to Jafar’s so she has opened a small casino next to it too. She rather delusionally considers herself to be an entrepreneur and tries to work with those higher up in the social ladder to get more money herself.

Cruella De’Vil: While she spends most of her time tending to her furs and car and drinking, when she is sober she tries her hand at fashion design as in the olden days. She works closely with Lady Tremaine and Medusa.

Prince Hans: More or less the least-adjusted to the Isle with his loss of kingdom, servants and anyone gullible enough to believe his lies or manipulations. He is in close cahoots with Mozenrath and bought Drizella as his mistress. Father to Lars, his only son and heir since Stalyan refuses to ruin her figure again.

Sheriff of Nottingham: Serves as the Isle’s one man police force and a sucky job at that as he lets his henchmen squad do most of the work while he serves as trial judge and executioner with the Queen of Hearts: She works a bit on the judicial system, mainly the one who suggests the executions. She can also be found bringing most of the cases to court against henchmen who have wronged her or disobeyed her Tea Shop’s rules.

Captain Hook: The sole owner and commander of the coasts of the Isle while Ursula controls its seas. He is still as obsessive as ever about Peter Pan, his hand and crocodiles and can be found frequenting bars and other brawling areas on the Isle where his hook serves as a nasty weapon. Father of Harriet, Harry and CJ.

Gov. Ratcliff: The only one on the Isle that deals with paperwork. Sort of a treasurer of sorts. Not so much in organizing it but guarding it with his life and spends his time staring longingly at the piles wishing it were genuine gold than copper coins. Claude Frollo: Father of Claudine. Maintains his strict preaching and inflaming others against sin and towards prejudice. But he also tends to lose his inhibitions more and is a regular at the brothels of the Isle late at night. No woman has replaced his lust for Esmeralda though. Claudette seems to becoming close to that though.

Stalyan: Hans’ wife and Lady Caine’s part-time lover which drives Prince Hans crazy. She has her eyes on one thing and one thing only, money and bad boys that make her look good. She has no real ambitions of her own and depends on her father, the Baron, to give her what she wants. Mother of Lars.

Regular Citizens: Citizens that hold no sort of power and are pretty much everyone’s punching bags.

Morgana: Morgana would have been put part of the coven, but her sister, Ursula forbade it. Besides everyone knows that Ursula is far more powerful and talented than her sister. Instead Morgana is blackballed from any real position of respect and takes care of Ursula’s restaurant when she is away.

Marina Del Ray: Since losing her job to Sebastian she has become the Madam of the Isle’s seaside brothels, using the money to spiffy up her gaudy wardrobe.

The Bimbettes: Claudette (red dress) used to be Gaston’s gf but left him after he tried to “throw away” their daughter, Cosette, to try for a boy. She has since then been seen with the likes of Prince Hans, Mozenrath and Frollo. Laurette (yellow dress), the mother of Gastons 1-3 is Gaston’s favorite. Paulette (green dress), Gaston’s official wife is more or less his servant/punching bag and mother to Gil.

Drizella Tremaine: Since she couldn’t be married to Prince Hans, she has settled for being his mistress whenever he and Stalyan have a fight. A thankless position since she regularly bends over (literally and metaphorically) to his will and gets discarded like trash every time.

Lefou and Smee: Live together and own a kinda profitable gun and fishing shack. By far the best parents on the Isle due to their goofy more sympathetic natures.

Jasper and Horace: Still devoted henchmen of Cruella, they serve as secretaries, gophers and all manner of assistance to her. Fathers to Jace and Harold.

Ivy De’Vil: Mother of Diego, is the brains behind Cruella’s beauty designs since she isn’t drunk all the time. Can be considered one of the better mothers on the Isle.

Animals: No explanation needed

Scar, Zira, Shere Khan, Sabor, Benzai, Ed and Shenzi, Tublat, Hista

Couples: Captain Hook and Lady Caine (fight-hate sex rivalry. Child- CJ)

Lady Caine and Stalyan (with-benefits)

Stalyan and Prince Hans (Married. Child- Lars)

Prince Hans and Drizella (affair, possibly Dizzy?)

Mozenrath and Hans (Hans swears it was an accident. Or he was too drunk. Or it was magic)

Lady Caine and Hans (Revenge against Stalyan)

Queen Grimhilde and Prince Hans (One night stand)

Ursula and Dr. Facilier (fling, potentially Freddie and Uma)

Frollo and Claudette (with-benefits)

Gaston and Laurette (Affair/borderline married. Children- Gaston Jr. Gaston the Second, Gaston (IV) the Great)

Gaston and Paulette (Married. Child- Gil)

Lefou and Paulette (Lefou deux, drunken night of pity sex because Gaston’s treatment of them)

Smee and Lefou (Couple. Adopted Sammy)

Ivy De’Vil and Frollo (One night stand. Child-Diego)

Mozonroth and Morgaine Le Fey (Fling)

Clayton and Helga Sinclair (co-workers with benefits)

Queen La and Muviro (Married and dumped. Children- Ranavalalona. Musala, Taytu Betuvira, and unnamed, deceased)

Queen La and Clayton (Fling- Leopold, deceased)

Queen La and Gaston (Fling. Children-Amina and Shaka, deceased)

Queen La and Rourke (Fling. Child- Euware, deceased)

Queen La and Mozonroth (Fling. Child-Sarounia, deceased)

Shan Yu and Sa’Luk (Once- There’s no straight men in the trenches)

#disney descendants #disney villains #winner’s curse #bts #inspiration #my fanfic #world building

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ylizam · 4 years ago

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dear creator: femslashex 2k20 edition

Hi, Hello, Hey. First of all–thank you! This is my standard you offered to write one of my fandoms, so thank you for being awesome opening spiel, full of generals likes and dislikes, I’m sure you know the drill. I’ll make sure the fandom specific stuff is up by the time assignments go out. (That said, if you already have an idea about how you want to write about the fandom/pairing we match on—wow, I’m jealous! tell me your secrets!—just skip over the fandom stuff and go forth with your bad self.)

Things I like include, but are in no way limited to: fun with POV, fun with linear vs. non-linear storytelling, fun with tone, fun with writing. I really dig character studies, stories that really get into what makes a character tick (and something porny that can get at that is wonderful too), and I like relationships that are hard and prickly and worth fighting for. I like happy endings that don’t feel tacked on or forced. I like doubt, and hope, and theology; I like actors, and directors, and I like the random deity. I like fairy tales. I like (love) romance tropes. Forced to share a bed, marriages of convenience, fake dating, friends-to-lovers, idiots-to-lovers, enemies-to-lovers: it’s all like unto catnip. I like interesting turns of phrase, I like the perfect line, I like any story written just for me. If you have any questions about my taste (or lack thereof), feel free to ask @summervillen who probably knows my fannish tastes better than I do.

DNWs: noncon, necrophilia, pedophilia, incest, animal harm or death, child harm or death, pregnancy fic, A/B/O. Things that I would prefer you not include—especially gratuitously; there are obviously ways to engage with problematic actions/thoughts/etc. in fiction, but there’s such a fine line there—are as follows: non-character driven racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, anti-semitism, etc. etc. etc. I’d prefer no high school AUs. I also have a pretty big embarrassment squick. And while I'm mostly interested in these characters in the worlds in which we meet them, if you really have an AU (non high school division) you want to write I'm there. Just, you know, grounded in the characters and their relationships and all that fun stuff. That's basically it.

Babylon 5 Delenn/Susan Ivanova I just ship them post-canon so hard. Later in life chances at love are sort of a thing of mine, and add to that two of my favorite characters ever, well, it’s like this pairing is made for me. That said, if you can find a way to write them during canon (maybe John doesn’t return from Z'ha'dum, maybe Delenn and John just never get together at all, maybe you can think of something I can’t) I’d love that too. Delenn/Shaal Mayan I’d love a story about them that’s really Minbari–that understands that neither of them is human. Something set when they were young and just figuring themselves out (and first love is rarely forever but it feels like it must be) or something set when Mayan visits Babylon 5 in season one or, heck, something set after the series ends. (I have a thing for writing on skin, so if you can find a way to fit that in more power to you.)

Last Tango in Halifax Gillian Greenwood/Caroline McKenzie-Dawson Oh gosh I have so many feelings about Gillian and Caroline and their relationship. How it’s grown, changed, and now they’re at a point where they see each other all the time and talk about basically everything and it’s all so beautiful. And, I mean, come on, they both have the best chemistry with the other; it’s just a fact. So what if they get drunk and kiss (or shag or something in between)? Or just deal with things like adults (I’m sure you could convince me that’s possible)? (She wasn’t part of the tagset, but I also liked what little we saw of Olga, both how she interacted with Caroline and how she befriended Gillian when they both showed up late to the play, so if you want to go the threesome route–whether it’s a V or a triad or whatever confusing mess of emotions you prefer–I’m there.) (P.S. I haven’t seen the most recent season, but I’m spoiled and have seen all the gifs and screencaps so include or don’t as you see fit.)

Lucifer Linda Martin/Mazikeen

Their relationship on the show is a thing of delight and wonder, so basically I want that but also MORE. Maze fighting people to protect Linda! Linda, well, trying to fight people but mostly realizing that Maze loves it and is good at it so. Maze panicking again about Linda eventually dying, but also MORE SO because now they’ve been fucking and also having weird candlelight dinners and um is this romantic this might be. (Whether Amenadiel is involved (romantically with either or both, as an active parent but no longer romantically, etc.) or off doing something else stage left and never mentioned is up to you, but please no bashing, killing off somehow, etc.) Feel free to include hijinks with the rest of the gang, but I’d prefer no focus on any police work.

The Old Guard (Movie) Andy/Quynh

Note: I haven’t read the comics, so this is strictly a movie request (I know they’re separate fandoms and listed thusly, but I just wanted to be clear). I’d love anything about them, in all honesty. Something in the past: a first time (they kissed, they said “I love you,” they refused to say “I love you,” they had sex, etc.), a fifth time, a mission gone wrong. Or something in the present/future: angst and fractured trust and fighting on opposite sides until they’re suddenly not. All too mortal Andy. Immortal Quynh. The options are basically endless. I also love everyone on the team, so feel free to include them however you see fit.

Star Trek: Classic Timeline

First of all, I don’t know book canon, so include it, don’t include, whatever floats your proverbial boat. Second of all, I am more than happy with “this character lives” stories here. Obviously. Third of all, please no bashing of any other characters (even that one).

Beverly Crusher/Laris

So I came out of Picard with an undying devotion to Laris and a burning curiosity about what the heck Bev is up to these days. So tell me more about both of them. Is there’s a longstanding affair, often at a distance? Did they start out prickly and reserved, wary? How are Jean-Luc and Zhaban involved? (I am happy with whatever you decide on the Jean-Luc and Zhaban front, other than gratuitous death or bashing of either. Feel free to have them off having their own adventures and don’t mention them if you prefer not to involve them.) Is Beverly’s French as terrible as Jean-Luc’s?

Kimara Cretak/Kira Nerys

Feel free to have Kimara escape/live/etc. I’d especially love something that recognizes that neither of them is human; play around with what we know of their cultures, about how those cultures might clash or unexpectedly mesh, how that can affect a relationship both positively and negatively. I’m always interested in Nerys’s faith and religious beliefs, and how that interacts with Romulan culture would be very much something I enjoy.

K'Ehlyer/Deanna Troi

K’Ehlyer deserved better, and who is better than Deanna? I posit no one. This is another pairing where I’d love something about the fact that they’re not fully human and the implications thereof. (Feel free to include Alexander or not, as you choose. Ditto Thaddeus and Kestra. I’d prefer they not be a focal point though.) Whether you set it during TNG or Picard or in between, I’ll be equally happy (or an alternate version of reality works too! those are just the time references I can think of right now!). (Please note that I very much also ship Deanna and Will, so please, please, please don’t bash him or kill him off for no reason or have Deanna cheating on him or whatever. I’d much rather you don’t mention him at all if you don’t want him in the fic.)

The Untamed Jiang Yanli/Wen Qing

Is part of this my desire to have two of my favorite characters pushed together? Yes. Is it also part of my desire to have them actually live? Absolutely. (Which is to say: I’d love a “Jiang Yanli and Wen Qing live” AU here. Or at least live longer than they make it in canon?) I’d also be fine with modern AUs here, but I’d prefer cultivation be in there somewhere even if it’s set in the present (or the 1980s or basically any time period). Maybe there’s a political partnership of convenience situation! Maybe something shifts in canon and Jiang Yanli helps the Qishan Wens out and things happen and trust grows and they fall in love! Maybe they have a secret fling! Honestly, it’s all good.

#femslashex #femslash exchange #dear author letter #there will be more later #once i manage to write up the fandom specific parts #long post #(or it will be or it is idk)#the old guard #the untamed #lucifer #last tango in oh noooo #last tango in halifax #star trek: the next generation #star trek: picard #star trek: ds9 #stars trek #babylon 5

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johnnydoe69 · 5 years ago

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Old Wars, New Faces Part 5

So, this piece is not the angry one promised earlier. It’s coming, but a little later than first expected. For now, its back to your regular sexy fanfare, though with a a different POV. I hope you enjoy.

Myron stared out at the beach from his shady spot at a nearby tavern. Muscular men in skimpy outfits worked under the intense heat of the early morning sun.

It was April in Mykonos, meaning the sun would only get more forceful and blazing with each passing hour. Despite the lack of shade and protective clothing the men worked with little complaint, setting up what appeared to be a sound stage on the beach.

They never stopped for breaks or even to drink water as they lugged heavy machinery and supports across the sand.

Myron, meanwhile, sat under an umbrella, sipping overpriced drinks while waiting for Paris to arrive. He tried to look as inconspicuous as possible dressing in a plaid button up shirt, cargo shorts, and dockers he could easily slip in and out of. Hidden in his satchel was a small obsidian blade, gifted to him by Aphrodite, Greek goddess of love and his mother. She had told him to lure Paris to a secluded spot on the beach and use the knife to sever his soul from the mortal body he had stolen. If Myron failed, Paris would cause a civil war amongst the gods and throw the world into further chaos.

Myron had been uncertain at first about the certainty of such predictions, but his mother hadn’t been wrong before. However, until Paris arrived, he was more than satisfied drinking on the beach and watching the beautiful, if strange men at work.

In the distance there was a car slam and the peeling of warm bubbly laughter coming from the parking lot. Myron took his eyes off the construction crew and turned to face a trio of muscular men traipsing towards the beach. Each one was beautiful, the one in the middle with short blonde hair and big pillow-like lips was obviously the leader. His voice echoed over theirs and they kept their eyes firmly on him and not each other.

They walked past Myron and to the construction crew. The leader stopped a large burly man, one of the construction crew, and stood on his toes to whisper something in his ear. The man nodded and discreetly nodded in Myron’s direction.

Myron immediately looked away and fumbled with his satchel trying to make it look like he decided to pull out a book to read instead of staring. He plopped the book down on the table at a random page and did his best not to stare as the three muscular men walked towards him.

Two of the men turned left and walked to the bar, while the leader bounded to where he was sitting. “Mind if I have a seat here,” the man asked, flashing a warm white smile at Myron.

“No of course, sit.” Myron stumbled, slamming his book shut.

The man gave a loud sigh and sat across from him, his bubble butt causing the wooden bench to creak as it strained under his weight.

“As beautiful as it is, the Mykonos sun can grow tiresome at times, don’t you agree” the man asked, wiping sweat off his brow. Every inch of his body was tanned, as if he never spent a day out of the sun, but Myron didn’t say anything.

The men sat in silence together, until the blonde man’s friends returned bearing two of the same fruity drinks Myron had been sipping. They put one before the man and one before Myron, who tried to refuse, but the man shushed him.

“Don’t you worry, your pretty little head. This drink and any you order from the bar is on me. Is that right, Boris?” The man said, looking over to the bar.

Boris, who stood cleaning shot glasses, gave them an enthusiastic smile and head nod.

The man turned his attention back to Myron, “Y’know it’s funny. All the time I hear from friends is that the Greeks are such an angry people, but flash some cash their way and everyone’s your friend.”

Myron nodded, staring down at his glass. “Is this your first time visiting Greece?”

The man shook his head and sighed wistfully, “No. I came here once for a wedding, but it didn’t end well.”

He almost seemed saddened for a moment, but his face quickly brightened, “But enough of ancient history, I came to you to offer a business opportunity.”

“Can I get a name along with this business proposal, I just met you,” Myron said, growing agitated.

“I have a feeling you know more about me than you’re letting on Myron Thoma, son of Dimitri and Aphrodite Pandemos,” the man said, taking a sip of his drink.

Myron scowled outwardly, but was internally charmed at the man’s confidence, “So you must be Paris, then.”

“Well, the mortals here know me as James Wilkersin from Indiana, but yes, I hope to once again become known as Paris. Mostly for branding reasons, I mean who wants to go to a party hosted by some guy with a last name like Wilkersin anyway. The Paris name has so much recognition and positive synergy these days.”

While Paris spoke, Myron kept his eye on his satchel which sat on the table for Paris to see. The knife was stuffed underneath a beach towel, but considering Paris already knew he was coming, then he probably knew about the knife, Myron reasoned. So he decided to do his best to listen to Paris’s pitch and wait for a lack of witnesses to strike.

“So, Myron,” Paris said, taking Myron’s hands into his, “How would you like to be a god?”

Myron stifled a laugh, “A god? You may have escaped Hades, but you do not have the kind of power to rival the gods.”

Paris grinned, “Not yet, but in time and with your support we can bring a new golden age to this world. Myron, for millennia I have watched gods and empires rise and fall, great cities reduced to ash, and insignificant villages turned into centers of commerce and culture. Never before have I seen the living exist on such a knife’s edge of drastic change and in this time of conflict, I seek to create a world in my own image. I will create legions of devoted followers and through their love I and a select group of advisors will achieve immortality and rule over them.”

Paris’s eyes were wild with excitement and his trembling arms radiated pure energy that at once terrified and turned Myron on. His dick got a little hard in his cargo shorts and he was starting to sweat. Myron could almost see Paris becoming a new god of this world, almost.

Myron took his hands back from Paris’s and shoved them in his pockets, “So you seek to rebuild a new Troy for the one you lost.”

Paris shook his head, his boyish blonde hair covering his eyes, “Of course not. Troy is dead and buried. What I seek to build is something much longer lasting. For example, you’ve noticed the men working out on the beach over there, but have you wondered what they happen to be working on?”

Myron turned his gaze on the men working once more, as Myron concentrated he noticed the promotional material being added, as well as speakers and electric wiring.

“A little early for a Mykonos beach party, isn’t it?” Myron asked.

“Of course, this is just a test run, I intend on launching far more beach parties and events during the summer months to gather more followers. Mykonos will just become a base of operations for me.” Paris said, taking another sip of his drink.

“So, you’re going to buy the love and admiration of humanity through muscle daddies and beach parties?” Myron asked, trying to desperately ignore his rising heartbeat and rising desire to be bent over the table and fucked by Paris.

“Well, that would help yes, but it’s obvious I know far more about humanity than you do. Now are you okay, Myron, you look a bit flushed?” Paris said with a coy smile.

“I’m fine, just get on with whatever you’re going to say,” Myron said, trying not to pant like a dog. What the fuck was happening to him, he wondered frantically.

“Think about it this way, why did you wear Dockers on your outing to the beach?” Paris asked.

Myron shuddered at Paris’s warm and thick voice, “I don’t know they looked nice, so I picked them.”

“No. It’s because you spent years seeing constant images of happy and attractive men wearing those exact same shoes in magazines, billboards, and commercials. They made you feel that if only you bought those shoes you would look just as stylish as they did. However, unlike those ads I intend on giving something much more fulfilling.”

Paris got up from his side of the table and sat directly next to Myron. Myron tried to move even a few inches away, but Paris simply moved closer to him. Paris was hot and sweaty, even in the shade, releasing an intoxicating aroma that made Myron’s dick feel like a clogged hose waiting to burst.

“Before I left the Underworld, little Myron, I made sure to procure a special box from the queen of the underworld. Inside, was a part of her essence that while deadly to everyday mortals, could bestowed unimaginable beauty and power to those who could wield it.”

Paris grabbed Myron’s chin with his hand and stared deeply into his eyes, making Myron feel like he would simply melt into the man’s big arms and cold, calculating blue eyes.

“And it is a power that I can bestow lower dosages upon to those who will serve me. Are you ready to take that plunge, Myron, and become stronger than you could ever imagine?” Paris asked, though he already knew the answer.

Myron nodded enthusiastically, “I’d be honored to join you, Paris, anything for you.”

Paris smiled and stood up, raising Myron with him. He released Myron’s head from his grip and they waited for Paris’s attendants to arrive and grab the satchel that held his attempted killer’s weapon.

If Myron wasn’t a son of the goddess of love and beauty Paris would have slain this man himself, but Myron had untapped potential both as a mediator between Paris and Aphrodite and as a seductive force of his own with the right molding.

With the venue on its way to its first test and his attempted killer as subservient as a dog on a leash, Paris took his attendants and his new pet back to the car. It was going to be a fun few months until the summer began. Then the real work would begin.

#seduction #mind control

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 6 years ago

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S.T REWRITE - S1:E8; Chapter Eight, The Upside Down - [Pt. 4 - FINAL PART]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

Dr. Brenner holds Hopper and Joyce for questioning while the boys wait with Eleven in the gym. Y/n struggles with her newfound discovery, and contemplates her feelings for Will.

A//N: awww this is it!!! Squee! Also, i almost added the scene where Hopper leaves the eggos but i am super tired and my main priority was the reunion between the gang and Will and I figured, you guys know what happened. El's alive, we all know this. anyway, enjoy!

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||Reader's POV||

We finally made it to safety in one of the science classrooms. At least, it was the best we could do under the circumstances.

It would do. For now.

Dustin carried El to the back of the classroom and placed her on one of the black tables, meanwhile Lucas helped me sit down and I opted to sit on the ground, back against the cabinet so that if I passed out I would be closer to the ground.

I panted and my head bobbed up and down as I tried to fight unconsciousness.

Dustin and Lucas lingered around me, but I gestured towards El.

"She- I'll be fine. She, she's the one, you need to worry about."

I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cabinet and I focused on the voices of my friends to stay awake.

"Just hold on a little longer, okay?" Mike said. "He's gone. The bad man's gone. We'll be home soon, and my mom... she'll get you your own bed. You can eat as many Eggos as you want."

There was a pause and I could hear El sniffling.

Mike continued. "And we can go to the Snow Ball."

There was more sniffling and I heard El whimper. "Promise?"

My eyes fluttered open and I looked to Mike who was holding El's hand and I could see a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Promise."

The lights were still flickering and they only got faster when we heard the awful sound of the Demogorgon. It was getting closer.

We stayed as silent as possible, knowing it was only right outside.

WHAM

The door slammed to the ground, ripped right off its hinges and the disgusting creature we had been running from stood before us.

It was a long slimy figure, a purplish grey and it let out a growl that could only be described as an echo reverberating off of tin.

"Go, go, go, go!"

I scrambled to my feet in fear, and Dustin and Mike began screaming at Lucas for the wrist rocket.

I scrambled over so that I was standing in front of El protectively.

Lucas scrambled inside his backpack for his slingshot and moved to the front.

"Get the rocks! Get the rocks! Get the rocks!" Mike shouted as him and Dustin fished through his backpack.

While his hands were still searching for the rocks, Dustin turned to shout in Mike's face, his voice squeaking. "I'm getting the rocks!"

"Give me one!" Lucas ordered!

He drew back the wrist rocket as Dustin and Mike shouted frantically and released. It missed and the Demogorgon stalked towards us.

It roars in anger.

I grasped the table, trying to not fall over. Not sure what I would pass out from first; exhaustion or fear.

"Give me another one!"

"Kill it! Bastard!"

"Kill it! Go, go, go, go!"

"Kill it now!"

He releases and it hits. The monster is unfazed. The boys hand Lucas more ammo.

"Get, get, get... come on, kill the bastard!"

"It's not working!"

"Hit him again!"

"Kill him!"

"Keep going! Come on!"

"Get, get, get..."

It continues to stalk towards us.

It opens its mouth, or rather head by the looks of it. Lucas draws back and releases.

Just as the rock hits the Demogorgon its thrown back across the classroom and is pinned against the chalkboard.

We stare in awe and suddenly is dense movement out of the corner of my eye.

El walks confidently past us and towards the monster.

Mike runs after her. "Eleven, stop!"

Without looking, she throws her hand back and Mike is thrown to ground and against the cabinet. He sits against it in a daze, the wind knocked out of him.

We all stare, frozen as she walks up to the beast. It writhes against the chalkboard and she calmly looks over her shoulder to us.

Tears begin to fall once more when she speaks.

"Goodbye, Mike." She looks to me and smiles sadly. "Thank you, [Y/N]."

My vision is blurry but I can make out El's figure as she turns back to face the monster.

"No more." She states softly.

She raises her hand and the monster begins to cry out in pain.

The noise was too much for me to bare and I quickly covered my ears, I could see the boys do the same.

She let out a scream and she was engulfed by the ashes of the Demogorgon and just like that, she was gone.

We all stood in shock and pain as we shared at the spot where she once stood.

Ashes flitted around the room and settled all around the classroom.

I knew that was it, and there was nothing more that could be done. Which is why it broke my heart all the more when Mike jumped to his feet and began looking for her.

"El? El?"

"Eleven?"

"El?"

"El, where are you? Eleven? El?"

I turned to Dustin, tears freely falling from both of us, we embraced and I cried into his shoulder at the loss of another friend.

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We all stood out in the parking lot of the school. Multitudes of police cars and ambulances were surrounding the school. Some of the paramedics had checked my vitals and given me a shock blanket.

Dustin and I were waiting for our mom knowing she had been notified by now.

The Sinclair's had met up with Lucas and they went home.

I leaned against the side of the ambulance as I sat in the back. It was silent between the two of us. That is until Dustin broke the tension.

"So, when the hell where you gonna tell us you have superpowers?" Dustin said weakly with a hint of fake anger.

Without moving my head, I looked up at my brother.

"Give me a break, I didn't even know until we got split up and I lost my bike."

"You what?" He asked incredulously.

"I would have told you sooner Dustin, but we kinda had your hands full. Ya know, running from the government and all?" I snapped defensively.

My stomach grumbled and I looked to my brother. "I'm sorry, I'm just really hungry, and sad, and completely exhausted." I chuckled half-heartedly.

"[Y/N]? Dustin? Oh, my babies! Come here!"

We looked to see mom speed walking towards us, her arms outstretched.

"Good luck telling, mom." Dustin whispered before she could hear, earning a quick glare from me.

Suddenly, I was engulfed in her embrace, partly squished up against Dustin since she hugged us both.

I couldn't help but embrace her. I nuzzled my head into her shoulder as she hugged us tightly, forgetting how safe I always felt in her arms.

||Will's POV||

When I came to, all my senses picked up on things before my eyes could open. I could feel the gentle flow of oxygen into my nose and the beeping of a familiar sounding machine.

I vaguely remember my mom and another man, the chief I think, finding me.

My eyes fluttered open and I saw my mom and Jonathan sitting at my bedside.

Mom was quick to notice I woke up and she lit up immediately. Jonathan followed suit.

"Hey." She said softly. "Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey,"

Mom began running her fingers through my hair, something she'd always to do to comfort me when I'm sick.

I smiled when I saw them, glad to be with them again.

"Where... where am I?"

Mom and Jonathan shared a relieved look and Jonathan grabbed my hand.

"You're home. You're home now. You're safe." Jonathan said a smile on his face as he began to cry.

"Jonathan." I said happily, knowing he was really here.

"Yeah, it's me, buddy." He sighed. "We missed you. We really missed you."

I noticed his other hand and the splotchy bandages around his palm and I frowned.

"Are you okay?"

He smiled and gestured to his hand.

"What, this? It's just a cut. It's nothing."

They both started to cry again, but they were chuckling softly.

I looked back at my mom, who was smiling through tears as she continued to run her hand through my hair and I smiled tiredly at her.

"Oh, hey, uh..." I looked to Jonathan when he spoke, grabbing something from off the floor. "We, uh... we brought you some stuff..."

I noticed it was a box of my things from home.

"so you don't get bored in here, so..." He reached into the box and pulled out a cassette tape. "Uh, I made you a new mixtape. There's some stuff on there I think you really might like."

I smiled fondly at my family, silently thanking them for all they had done.

"Oh, and uh," Jonathan looked at mom and they shared a look before he reached in the box again and pulled out a very familiar duck.

"[Y/N] insisted that we bring you this. She wanted you to have it while you're in here. To keep you company when she can't, is what she said." He chuckled fondly and I blushed, reaching for the duck I had won for her all those years ago.

"I-is she here?"

Mom rubbed my arm and smiled down at me.

"Yeah, baby, she's here. So is everybody else, everybody has missed you so much."

"When can I see them?"

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"Byers!"

All my friends burst through the door at once and ran to the side of my bed.

Mike was first to get there and he leaned down to hug me which I gladly accepted. Lucas did the same.

"Be careful. Be careful with him." Mom cautioned.

"Move!"

I see a pair of hands rip Lucas and Mike off of me and pull them aside and I see Dustin who quickly dives in for a hug.

I gladly pat his back when he leans down to hug me.

I try my best to follow along when they all start talking at once.

"You won't believe what happened when you were gone, man." Lucas started.

"It was mental." Dustin exclaimed.

It was then that I saw over his shoulder, it was [Y/N] and she seemed to be in shock and but she still followed behind the guys and stood quietly, listening to them ramble.

I blushed when we made eye contact and she smiled warmly at me.

"You had a funeral." Lucas continued, which quickly grabbed my attention.

"Jennifer Hays was crying."

"And Troy peed himself."

"What?" I laughed.

"Yeah, right after [Y/N] yelled at him in front of the whole school, too! It was awesome." Dustin exclaimed.

[Y/N] laughed at the comment and looked at her feet and it only made my heart beat slightly faster. I only hoped the heart monitor didn't give me away.

I started laughing at the thought of Troy peeing himself in front of the whole school and the laughter quickly turned into coughing.

My coughing made everyone fall silent, and then Mike nudged me.

"You okay?"

I nodded and looked at him. "It got me. The Demogorgon."

"We know. It's okay. It's dead." I looked at Mike when he said this. "We made a new friend. She stopped it. She saved us. But she's gone now."

Mike seemed to get sad when he talked about her. Then Dustin spoke up.

"Her name's Eleven."

"Like the number?" I asked.

"Well, we call her El for short," Lucas added.

"She's basically a wizard."

Suddenly Lucas got quiet and whispered so that only we could hear.

"She has superpowers."

"More like a Yoda." Mike added.

"Speaking of superpowers, [Y-" Dustin was cut off by [Y/N] elbowing him harshly and I frowned in confusion.

"She flipped a van with her mind, and these agents were trying to shoot us-"

I listened in awe as I caught bits and pieces of what they were saying. The guys were all talking over each other.

"Yeah, it flipped over us-"

"Them she squeezed the brains out of their heads-"

"And blood was pouring out of their faces."

"Ew" I couldn't help but laugh at how excited Dustin was about that part.

"Agents started grabbing us and stuff-"

"And then they were knocked back because [Y/N]- Ow!"

"Not yet!" She mumbled to Dustin.

"And then Demogorgon shot out of the wall- it was insane!"

"Hey, boys," Mom called out.

They all quieted down.

"I hate to do this, but it's pretty late. And Will needs his rest. But I promise you guys can come to visit tomorrow, straight after school if you want to." She smiled.

They all frowned and each of them leaned down to hug me again and they said their goodbyes.

Mom walked them out of the door, asking if any of them needed a ride.

[Y/N] was the only one who lingered.

She shyly turned to face me and I smiled at her and she gladly reciprocated.

Not knowing what else to say, my nerves getting the best of me I spoke up. "Thank you for the duck,"

She smiled warmly once more. "Of course. It's always been a sense of comfort for me, figured you need it more than I do."

I smile at her, not wanting this moment to end despite the awkward pauses. It was worth it.

She was worth it.

"I'm really glad you're back Will."

I couldn't believe what happened next.

She leaned down, and I assumed she was going to give me hug as the guys did, but then I felt a pair of soft lips on my cheek and she pulled back, blushing almost as hard as I was.

She started to back away and she was almost out of the room when she looked back at me and smiled. She looked at her feet shyly and then she was gone.

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Gotta Go My Own Way | 2

Writing because it’s my loves birthday! He’s legally able to drink in the US now how exciting even though he’s been drinking beer since he got out of the womb. A little message before we begin, I just hope Calum’s birthday is incredible and filled with people he loves and cares for and vise versa. He is surrounded by amazing people who only want the best for him, and we also helped that happen by getting a hashtag trending for him and creating such beautiful fan art and beautiful birthday wishes to him. If I had one thing to say to him, it would be that in the 5 years I’ve been watching the band, he’s grown up to be such a beautiful and talented soul and a fucking gorgeous man at that. In more ways than one Calum is a gorgeous 21 year old and I’m proud to say that he’s been an idol for me. He’s taught me not to keep everything harbored inside because it’ll only come to bite you in the ass. He taught me to express myself even if the way I choose to isn’t what everybody likes or wants me to do. He taught me to think outside of the lines and be my own person, and to not be ashamed of it. I love Calum, and very doubtful that he’ll even see this, but I love him in more ways than one. He’s like a best friend to me even if I never met him. But getting to see the inner workings of his thoughts, watching him grow up and develop the way he has, and getting to experience life with him as my #1 is all I could ever ask for. I couldn’t have asked for a better role model in life. Now let’s get onto the story!

Previous part

Nia’s POV

“Mr.Jackson!” I called stomping angrily into the room where my tour manager, stage manager and a few tech people stood. They all seemed to be enjoying a conversation because of their soft laughter, but I quickly ruined it. As of right now, I didn’t care.

“Hey what’s up Nia? You guys had an amazing show-”

Suddenly, we all stopped and heard loud laughing coming from outside the doors and through the hall. It was obvious it was a boy and a girl, and I annoyingly rolled my eyes before pointing at the door. “Do you hear that? That mess!”

“It’s Y/N and Calum I bet, they sound like they’re enjoying themselves.” He said so calmly. I stomped my foot out of frustration.

“But I only invited Liz Hemmings on this trip, but now Y/N had to ruin that! Can’t you do something to kick her off of the tour?”

A voice from outside interrupted us once again. “Calum stop pouring that water bottle on me! I’m getting soaked!” and then a loud shriek and laughter erupted.

“And now they’re probably getting the floors and walls soaked do something!” I was getting impatient, then Mr.Jackson came up and set his hands on my shoulders.

“Look, Nia, I know you’re not too fond of her coming this tour. But she keeps the boys in line and most of all, she keeps Calum happy. That should be what matters if you truly care for him.” He looked me in the eyes trying to calm me down, but none of his words rang true in me. I needed them to see that Y/N wasn’t right for him, and that he’d be better off without her on his first tour.

“No, Damien.” I called him by his first name trying to intimidate him, and it worked seeing as he took his hands from off my shoulders and crossed them in front of his chest. “I own you practically, I can fire you and all these other people in a heartbeat. So before you go and try to tell me what to do, just remember who has the power to make sure you never get hired again.” I shot back staring directly into his eyes, not scared of defeat. He sighed before walking away to open the door.

Y/N POV

Calum and I were throwing water at each other after their show, he was still sticky and sweaty from their set so I refused to hug or cuddle him backstage. He got playfully annoyed, and began trying to kiss me, but when I pulled back, he grabbed the water bottle next to him and splashed it at me by squeezing the water without the cap on. I gasped the first time as my whole face was drenched, and grabbed two water bottles remaining next to me, and did the same thing. He seemed dramatically offended, and chased me out of the dressing room. The other 3 boys just laughed at us and warned us not to get any of them wet. So that’s when we took it to the hallway, where nobody was at the time. I ran away from him laughing, still squeezing the water bottles when I looked back at him. Because of his unnaturally long legs and his agility, he caught up to me faster than I’d expected and grabbed my waist, his laugh ringing in my ear. The most beautiful noise you’d ever heard was this boy’s room filling laugh.

He took a fresh new bottle of water, which I didn’t even know he grabbed, and opened it, pouring all the contents out on me. I shrieked, “Calum stop pouring that water bottle on me, I’m getting soaked!” and before I knew it, all the water emptied out of the bottle. I turned around and laughed in Calum’s face before lightly slapping his chest. He held my there and rubbed my forehead, making my already wet hair even more of a ratty mess. He did that cute giggle where he brings his lip in and it’s deep and raspy. I couldn’t help but get lost in the music that is Calum Hood’s laugh. He placed his hands on my cheek before leaning in and kissing my wet lips. I smiled into our quick kiss as a thought rang in my head. And BAM, I dumped the rest of the contents from my two bottles that I still had in my hands before Calum jumped back wiping his eyes. I laughed loudly, and next we were interrupted by a door opening loudly. Big footsteps strode toward us as we both looked up to see Mr.Jackson, and he did not loo happy.

“Hey Mr.Jackson, sorry about the mess we’ll get to it-”

“Save it Hood. I didn’t allow your girlfriend to come on this tour only to make a mess of the venue. You’re lucky I don’t make you pay the janitor who is suppose to clean this crap.” I was taken back at the way he was speaking to me. When I was first introduced to him, he seemed so chill and I actually thought he liked me. I gasped quietly to myself before turning back to Calum with a confused look on my face.

“Look, we said we’d clean it ourselves and it’s just water it’s not like it stains or leaves a scent.”

“If you’-he pointed at me-’keep making a mess like this at every show, we’re going to have a problem. If Liz was here, none of this would happen and you guys would be more in line than you are right now.”

“Mr.Jackson, Y/N had nothing to do with this. This was all my doing, I started to water fight and I brought it into the hallway, please don’t blame her.” He now stood in front of me after Mr.Jackson became extremely close when he pointed his finger at me. I wanted to speak up, to defend myself and not look like a helpless puppy who needs her boyfriend to back her up all the time. But right now, I was too stunned to even comprehend words.

“Then get to cleaning. We leave in 30 minutes.” and he stomped back to the room he came out of and slammed the door. My cheeks immediately got red and my skin seemed to be boiling in embarrassment. Calum noticed and brought me into his chest lightly.

Nia then came out of the same room about a minute later, walking straight to us.

“Man, what’d you guys do? Mr.Jackson doesn’t look happy at all.”

“He just got mad at us for all this water, but we said we’d clean it up.” Calum answered.

“I heard him yell at you Y/N, I’m sorry for that. You don’t deserve that.” She rubbed my arm giving me a soft smile. I only shrugged it off and said a simple thanks. When I first met Nia, she seemed sweet and nice and I wanted to get to know her more, and I was so thankful to her for giving my boyfriend this wonderful opportunity to tour with them and get discovered like he’s always wanted. But lately, she gets quiet when I’m around with Calum or ignored us when I’m at rehearsals and soundchecks. Her voice now sounds forced and fake, but I haven’t been thinking too much of it. I’ve never been that person to dwell on emotions that haven’t been proven.

“Well I’d love to talk to him for you to calm him down but I was actually wondering if Calum would help me with my outfits for the next show!” She turned to him on her heel and smiled up at him. His eyes shifted down to me with a questioning look, and I understood what he was secretly trying to ask me. I slightly nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, telling him to go and help her. He said okay and she, too quickly, grabbed his hand and led him down the hall to a room on the left, next to the room with all the boys. I stuffed my hands in my sweater pockets and scuffed my feet going back to hang out with Michael, Luke and Ashton.

25 minutes past by, and remembering what Mr.Jackson said, I realized we only had 5 minutes left before we all had to set out for the next venue. I was scrolling through my phone before I got up and walked to the next door room. The door was cracked open just a tad, but enough for me to peek in and see what was going on inside.

What I saw shouldn’t have made me cringe or sink in my chest, but it did. My usually positive and optimistic mindset was crushed by the image in front of me. Calum unzipping Nia’s zebra shirt from the back, revealing her smooth skin and tattoo. Calum’s hands lingered just a little too long on her shoulders, before I coughed and stepped inside the room. I smiled a fake smile, and pointed with my thumb outside the door.

“There’s uh, 5 minutes before we leave. Just letting you guys know.” Calum had jumped when I coughed, and cleared his throat. He nodded, “Thanks babe. Let’s get ready to leave ok?” He hurried toward me, kissed my head and walked out of the room. I stood there, still dumbfounded, while all Nia did was smirk at me. She took the rest of her top off, not even caring I was in the room, when I realized, she didn’t even have a bra on.

Setting up the story! Hope y’all liked it! More to come with this story. Again, this is partly inspired by HSM2 (mostly surrounding the reasons why Gabriella left Troy and the resort). Send me messages or DM me folks.

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thewalkingdeadfanfictions · 6 years ago

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Finding Their Missing Piece Chapter 4 - Trojan Horse

****Daryl’s POV****

We get to the CDC but there’s dead bodies everywhere. We slowly start moving past them with Troy and I covering the back. “All right, everybody. Keep moving. Go on. Stay quiet. Let’s go.” Shane whispers as we approach the building so Rick says “Keep moving. Stay together. Keep moving. Come on.” leading us. “Shh.” Shane says. We get to the building and Rick rattles the door as Troy looks around. “Nothing?” Shane asks as Rick and him try to get the door open. Troy then looks at a camera while standing under it as Shane pounds on the door. “There’s nobody here.” T-Dog says causing me to think ‘No shit.’ as Rick asks “Then why are these shutters down?” “Walkers!” I yell seeing some of the bodies start to get up and everyone turns around. I shoot a soldier walker and yell “You led us into a graveyard!” walking towards Rick causing Troy to defend “He made a call.” “It was the wrong damn call!” I yell at her causing Shane tell us “Just shut up. You hear me? Shut up. Shut up!” Before adding “Rick, this is a dead end.” “Where are we gonna go?” Carol asks as Shane walks towards Rick saying “Do you hear me? No blame.” Pointing at him. “She’s right. We can’t be here, this close to the city after dark.” Lori says as Troy re-kills a walker that was getting too close. Rick looks back at the doors as Shane says “Fort Benning, Rick, still an option.” “On what? No food, no fuel. That’s 100 miles.” Andrea says so Glenn says “125. I checked the map.” “Forget Fort Benning. We need answers tonight, now.” Lori says angry. “We’ll, think of something.” Rick says trying to calm her down as Shane orders “All right, everybody back to the cars. Let’s go. Move.” But Rick stays where he was and say “The camera, it moved.” Causing Dale to tell him “You imagined it.” “It moved.” He says walking towards it and Troy follows him as I inform “The walkers are gettin’ closer!” Rick bangs on the door as Lori yells “Rick, there’s nobody here!” “I know you’re in there. I know you can hear me.” Rick says at the camera as Shane yells “Get back to the cars now!” “Please, we’re desperate. Please help us. We have women, children, no food, hardly any gas left.” Rick pleads to the camera as Lori runs over to him and tries to get him to give up and I move over to grab Troy since the last thing I need is her death being on my hands. “If you don’t let us in, you’re killing us! Please!” Rick yells as Shane grabs him and starts dragging him away saying “Come on, buddy, let’s go.” That’s when Troy points and yells at the camera “Come on!” as Rick keeps yelling “Please help us. You’re killing us! You’re killing us!” Shane pushes Rick forward and I grab Troy and start pulling her away just as the door opens.

We stand there for a few seconds just staring at it till Troy gets out of my hold and Shane tells us “Daryl, Troy, you cover the back.” as we start to move into the building. “Hello?” Rick calls as Shane says “Close those doors. Watch for walkers.” “Hello?” Rick calls again when a gun cocks in front of us we aim our weapons in that direction and there is a guy there who asks “Anybody infected?” “One of our group was. He didn’t make it.” Rick says so the guy comes down the stairs asking “Why are you here? What do you want?” “A chance.” Rick says so as he walks forward the guy states “That’s asking an awful lot these days.” “I know.” Rick says and the guy looks at all of us and says “You all submit to a blood test. That’s the price of admission.” “We can do that.” Rick says so the guy lowers his gun and says “You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed.” Rick, Glenn, Shane, and I then run and get the bags as Troy covers us. T-Dog and Dale close the doors behind us and the guy slides a card in a key pad as the light turned green he says “Vi, seal the main entrance. Kill the power up here.” The door closes and Rick introduces himself and the guy looks at him and says “Dr. Edward Jenner.” We all pile in an elevator so I ask “Doctors always go around packing heat like that?” “There were plenty left lying around. I familiarized myself.” Jenner says looking around at the others before adding “But you look harmless enough. Except you. I’ll have to keep my eye on you.” Looking at Carl who smiles. The elevator stops and we follow Jenner down a hallway, Troy and I in the back, we always seemed to end up together even though we basically only had arguments if we talked to each other. Carol then asks “Are we underground?” “Are you claustrophobic?” Jenner asks so she answers “A little.” “Try not to think about it.” He says picking up his pace.

As we walk into a big room Jenner says “Vi, bring up the lights in the big room.” The lights come on so he adds “Welcome to zone 5.” “Where is everybody? The other doctors, the staff?” Rick asks so Jenner stops and turns to us and says “I’m it. It’s just me here.” “What about that person you were speaking with? Vi?” Lori asks and at this Troy sighs as Jenner says “Vi, say hello to our guests. Tell them…welcome.” A computer voice then says “Hello, guests. Welcome.” “I’m all that’s left.” Jenner says looking at Rick before adding “I’m sorry.”

****Troy’s POV****

“What’s the point? If we were infected, we’d all be running a fever.” Andrea asks when she gets her blood drawn so Jenner says “I’ve already broken every rule in the book by letting you all in here.” Before looking away adding “All done.” Andrea gets up then but she pauses so Jenner asks “Are you okay?” She nods as Jacqui informs him “She hasn’t eaten in days. None of us have.” Jenner looks shocked and says “Follow me.” He then leads us all into a kitchen area.

****Time skip****

Everyone was laughing as we ate dinner and drank some wine. Daryl is drinking straight from a bottle himself at least Glenn and I were sharing, ‘He’s gonna get a major hangover.’ I think watching Daryl take another big drink. “You know in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner.” Dale says handing Lori her now filled glass and adds “And in France.” “Well, when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some them.” She says but Rick says “What’s it gonna hurt? Come on. Come on.” Lori gives in and Dale gives Carl some saying “There you are, young lad.” Carl takes a sip and says “Eww.” And the others laugh as Lori says “That’s my boy.” And pours the wine in her glass as Shane says “Well, just stick to soda pop there, bud.” “Not you, Glenn. Or you Troy.” Daryl say looking at Glenn and I who are sitting on the counter. “What?” Glenn asks so Daryl says “Keep drinking, little guy and gal. I want to see how red your face’s can get.” “How ‘bout I shove my fist in yer face? Then we’ll see who has a red face.” I say sending him a glare causing Glenn to say “Ohhh, burn.” Which in turn caused the group to start laughing and Rick looks at Jenner who’s just watching us silently. Rick clinks his glass standing up and says “It seems to me we haven’t thanked our host properly.” “He is more than just our host.” T-Dog says raising his glass so Dale raises his glass and says “Hear! Hear!” and Daryl says “Here’s to you, doc. Booyah!” The guys say “Booyah!” as well, as Rick says to Jenner “Thank you. Thank you, doctor.” “So when are you gonna tell us what the hell happened here, doc?” Shane asks looking at Jenner and adds “All the-the other doctors that were supposed to be figuring out what happened, where are they?” I shake my head as Rick says “We’re celebrating, Shane. Don’t need to do this now.” Sitting back down. “Whoa, wait a second. This is why we’re here, right? This was your move, supposed to find all the answers. Instead we….we found him. Found one man. Why?” Shane says pointing at Jenner who says “Well, when things got bad, a lot of people just left, went off to be with their families. And then things got worse, when the military cordon got overrun, the rest bolted.” “Every last one?” Shane asks not reading the underline point Jenner made of ‘they quit’. “No, many couldn’t face walking out the door. They…opted out. There was a rash of suicides. That was a bad time.” Jenner says. “You didn’t leave. Why?” Andrea asked. “I just kept working, hoping to do some good...” Jenner says tailing off. “Well fuck." I mutter snatching the bottle from Glenn and taking a big drink so Glenn looks at Shane and says “Dude, you are such a buzzkill, man.” We finished eating and Jenner lead us to the rooms saying “Most of the facility is powered down, including housing, so you’ll have to make do here. The couches are comfortable, but there are cots in storage if you like. There’s a rec room down the hall that you kids might enjoy. Just don’t plug in the video games, okay? Or anything that draws power. The same applies, if you shower go easy on the hot water.” Before walking away. Glenn turns and asks “Hot water?” “That’s what the man said.” T-Dog replies and they both laugh before we all basically run to a room.

“Sweet Jesus.” I breathe out when the hot water touches my scared skin. I can faintly hear the others laughing through the vent in the ceiling causing me to chuckle as well. I scrub off what seems like a layer of grime from my skin before tackling the tangled mass that is my hair. I really didn’t take the time to take care of it while we were at the quarry and just let it be. I didn’t care what I looked like, still don’t. Even before the world went to shit I didn’t, much to Glenn’s Mother and Sisters’ dismay. After I finish I quickly get dressed in some fresh clothes and run my hands through my wet hair to finish untangling it. “I should probably cut this.” I mutter looking at a strand of my long hair that was now back to its original color, a dirty blonde instead of the dark brown it was.

I’m digging through my bag for a pair of scissors when there’s a knock at my door. “Come in.” I say so I hear the door open but I don’t bother looking up. Suddenly I’m pushed to the ground with an obviously drunk Shane on top of me, his legs pinning my arms down at my sides. “What-“ I start to yell but he cuts me off by placing a hand over my mouth saying “Now that Merle’s gone and Rick’s back you’ll have to do.” I knee him where it hurts but it just pisses him off causing him to move his hand to cover my nose as well as other hand travels down to the hem of my pants. Involuntary fear floods me as my lungs burn for air and I struggle against him since he’s a lot stronger than the asshat back in the city. I notice he already has three scratches on his neck, probably from Lori, so I know he won’t stop until he gets what he wants or I get way. I have to resort to biting his hand so I could try and escape. “You bitch.” He growls ripping his now bleeding hand away as I scramble out from under him. I kick him over before I run out of the room and into the first room I come to.

****Daryl’s POV****

“What’re you-” I start to yell when Troy runs into my room and slams the door behind her but she cuts me off as she whips around, rushes over, puts a hand over my mouth, and harshly whispers “I’m not here.” Before running into the bathroom. She had just shut the door when Shane barges in, quickly covers his rage, hides one of his hands, and feigns innocence as he asks “Have you seen Troy?” “Why would’ve I seen her? Ya should ask Glenn.” I spit out causing him to say “Right…” trailing off as he leaves. After a few minutes of him not coming back I say “He’s gone.” She slowly opens the door then and glances around so I ask “What’d ya do?” even though I have a pretty good idea of what happened. “Defended myself.” She growls glaring at me so I raise my hands in surrender and ask “Ya do that to his neck?” “Na that was probably Lori. I bit his hand.” She sighs out leaning against the door so I stand and say “Ya can take the couch.” “No. I’ll just go to Glenn’s room.” She says and I couldn’t stop myself from blurting out “He’ll look for ya there. Yer staying.” I didn’t like the girl but that didn’t mean I’d let her get raped and probably beat half to death by Shane. “Then I’ll take the floor.” She states going over to the opposite side of the room and sits down. “Fine.” “Fine.”

****Troy’s POV****

I wake up on the floor and mentally swear at myself for being prideful. My joints pop as I stretch and look over at a still sleeping Daryl. I get up and quietly make my way over to him. “Thanks.” I whisper before stopping myself from reaching out to touch him causing me to mutter “What am I doing?” shaking my head of the thought. I then head out and I’m careful not to be too loud when I shut the door behind me. As luck would have it I come face to face with Glenn who’s eyes are wide. “I’ll explain later.” I tell him when he opens his mouth to say something before I go back to my room. I scoff seeing the small blood stain on the carpet as I change back into jeans. I then head to the kitchen area and sit next to Glenn who’s head is on the table. He groans when T-Dog starts putting breakfast things on the table causing him to laugh. “What’s so funny?” Carl asks as he, Lori, Dale, and Andrea come in. “Glenn has a hangover. Like your dad is sure to have when he wakes up.” Lori says as they sit down at the table. Jenner comes in and puts a bottle of aspirin on the table and says “Though you guys would need this. Take them, I’ll know if you didn’t.” before walking back out of the room. Rick then comes in saying “Morning.” I sigh as I take a bite out of the bacon. “Are you hungover? Mom said you’d be.” Carl asks as Jacqui, Carol, and Sophia come in. “Mom is right.” Rick says sitting down so Lori says “Mom has that annoying habit.” Jacqui is rubbing Glenn’s shoulders then as T-Dog says “Eggs. Powdered, but-but I do ‘em good.” Loudly causing Glenn to groan so T-Dog continues “I bet you can’t tell. Protein helps the hangover.” Putting the eggs on everyone’s plates. “Where’d all this come from?” Rick asks so Lori says “Jenner.” “Could you help me, please?” Rick asks handing her the bottle so she says “He thought we could use it. Some of us at least.” Looking at Glenn so I chuckle as Glenn says “Don’t ever ever ever let me drink again.” Just as Shane comes in saying “Hey.” “Hey.” Rick says looking at him before adding “Feel as bad as I do?” “Worse.” Shane says as T-Dog asks him “The hell happened to you? Your neck and hand?” causing me to look at Shane as he sat down. “I must have done it in my sleep.” He says causing me to chuckle as Rick says “Never seen you do that before.” “Me neither. Not like me at all.” Shane says looking at Lori who looks away so he looks at me and I glare at and mentally tell him ‘I will kill you. If you try again.’ As Jenner comes in again saying “Morning.” “Hey, doc.” Everyone greets before Dale starts to say “Doctor, I don’t mean to slam you with questions first thing-““But you will anyway.” Jenner says cutting him off as Daryl walks in. “We didn’t come here for the eggs.” Andrea says causing Jenner to look at everyone before settling on me. ‘What the fuck?’ I think as he says “Come with me.”

We follow him into the big room and he hits a button on the computer and says “Give me playback of TS-19.” “Playback of TS-19” Vi says starting to load the playback as Jenner says “Few people ever got a chance to see this. Very few.” My eyes go wide seeing it’s a similar video to the one I saw at the start of this. “Is that a brain?” Carl asks so I nod as Jenner says “An extraordinary one. Not that it matters in the end. Take us in for EIV.” Sadness laced his words so I look at him and determine he must have known the person personally. “Enhanced internal view.” Vi says as everyone is staring at the video in interest not knowing what’s happening. “What are those lights?” Shane asks so Jenner explains “It’s a person’s life-experiences, memories. It’s everything. Somewhere in all that organic wiring, all those ripples of light, is you-the thing that makes you unique. And human” looking at them. “You don’t make sense ever?” Daryl asks. “Those are synapses, electric impulses in the brain that carry all the messages. They determine everything a person says does or thinks from the moment of birth to the moment of death.” I explain looking back at the playback. “Death? That’s what this is, a vigil?” Rick asks so I nod as Jenner says, being technical, “Yes. Or rather the playback of the vigil.” “This person died? Who?” Andrea asks so Jenner says “Test Subject 19. Someone who was bitten and infected…and volunteered to have us record the process. Vi, scan forward to the first event.” “Scanning to first event.” Vi says. Seeing the virus Glenn asks “What is that?” “It invades the brain like meningitis. The adrenal glands hemorrhage, the brain goes into shutdown, then the major organs, and then death. Everything you ever were or ever will be is gone.” I explain so Jenner says “That’s right.” causing Sophia to ask “Is that what happened to Jim?” “Yes.” Carol tells her. Andrea starts crying and Lori tells Jenner “She lost somebody two days ago. Her sister.” I watch him then as he walks closer to Andrea and says “I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is.” Looking back at the screen he adds “Scan to the second event.” “Scanning to second event.” Vi says. “The resurrection times vary wildly. We had reports of it happening in as little as three minutes. The longest we heard of was eight hours. In the case of this patient, it was two hours, one minute…seven seconds.” Seeing the red lights Lori asks “It restarts the brain?” I shake my head and say “No, just the brain stem. Basically, it gets them up and moving.” “But they’re not alive?” Rick asks. “You tell me.” Jenner tells Rick pointing to the screen, Rick shakes his head and says “It’s nothing like before. Most of that brain is dark.” “Dark, lifeless, dead. The frontal lobe, the neocortex, the human part-that doesn’t come back. The you part. Just a shell driven by mindless instinct.” I say before a bullet goes through the brain and Carol asks “God. What was that?” “He shot his patient in the head. Didn’t you?” Andrea says. “Vi, power down the main screen and the workstations.” Jenner says ignoring her question. “Powering down main screen and workstations” Vi says as Jenner goes to his workstation. “You have no idea what it is, do you?” Andrea asks. “It could be microbial, viral, parasitic, fungal.” Jenner starts when Jacqui asks “Or the wrath of God?” “There is that.” Jenner says looking at me as I shake my head thinking ‘I don’t believe in any type of God, but if there was one they could have started this.’ “Somebody must know something. Somebody somewhere” Andrea says. “There are others, right? Other facilities?” Carol asks and I sigh as Jenner says “There may be some. People like me.” “But you don’t know? How could you not know?” Rick asks being stupid. “Everything went down. Communications, directives- all of it. We’ve been in the dark for almost a month.” Jenner says. “So it’s not just here. There’s nothing left anywhere? Nothing? That’s what you’re really saying, right?” Andrea asks he doesn’t answer her so I say “At the start of this…I found thousands of reports all over the world.” She lets out a breath as Jacqui says “Jesus.” Before Daryl says “Man, I’m gonna get shit-faced drunk again.” Leaning on one of the workstations putting his head in his hands. “Dr. Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but...that clock-it’s counting down. What happens at zero?” Dale asks looking at Jenner who says “The basement generators-they run out of fuel.” “And then?” Rick asks looking at me, as Jenner walks away. “Oh shit.” I mutter before face palming so Rick asks “Vi, what happens when the power runs out?” “When the power runs out, facility-wide decontamination will occur.” Vi says causing me to sigh heavily I go with Rick, Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog to check the basement generators.

“Decontamination-what does that mean?” Glenn asks so I say “Ya don’t want to know.” “I don’t like the way Jenner clammed up. The way he just wandered off like that.” Shane says then basically ignoring me. “What’s wrong with him? Seriously, man, is he nuts, medicated or what?” T-Dog asks as I look at the map on the wall. “In there.” I say heading towards the door. Shane turns the lights on when we walk in so Rick tells Me, Glenn, and T-Dog to check one why as Shane and him check another. All we find is empty barrels until the lights go out and Vi says “Emergency lighting on.” “What the hell is this?” Shane asks as we come running into the side they were on. “Hey, you guys kill the lights?” Glenn asks. “Nah, it just went out.” Shane says as Rick asks “Anything?” “Yeah, a lot of dead generators and more empty fuel drums than I can count.” T-Dog says this causes Shane to look at Rick and say “It can’t be down to just that one.”

****Glenn’s POV****

“Jenner, what’s happening?” Rick asks when we run into the big room. “The system is dropping all the nonessential uses of power. It’s designed to keep the computers running to the last possible second. That started as we approached the half-hour mark. Right on schedule.” Jenner says stopping, taking a big drink of the bottle of alcohol before handing it to Daryl who snatches it. “It was the French.” Jenner then says. “What?” Andrea asks so Jenner says “They were the last ones to hold out as far as I know. While our people were bolting out the doors and committing suicide in the hallways, they stayed in the labs till the end. They thought they were close to a solution.” ‘So much for that.’ I think as Jacqui asks “What happened?” Jenner looks at her and says “The same thing that’s happening here. No power grid. Ran out of juice. The world runs on fossil fuel. I mean, how stupid is that?” “Let me tell you-“Shane starts but Rick says “To hell with it. I don’t care. Lori, grab our things. Everybody, get your stuff. We’re getting out of here now!” as Jenner starts walking to a workstation. Troy gives me a ‘I can fix this look.’ As the others start to leave when an alarm starts going off. “30 minutes to decontamination.” Vi says after everyone asks “What’s that?” I see Troy is basically glaring at Jenner now as Daryl yells “Doc, what’s going on here, damn it?” “Everybody, y’all heard Rick. Get your stuff and let’s go! Go now! Go!” Shane yells just as the door closes. “You fuck!” Troy yells at Jenner going for the key pad as I say “Did you just lock us in? He just locked us in!” “Let me go!” Troy yells as Jenner grabs her, holds down her arms, and turns to the workstation saying “We’ve hit the 30-minute window. I am recording.” “You son of a bitch.” Daryl yells running at Jenner and Troy. “Shane!” Rick yells as Daryl yells “You locked us in here!” grabbing Jenner’s chair as Shane pulls him back says “No no no no! Don’t!” T-Dog comes running yelling “Wait, no! No, don’t do it.” Helping Shane with Daryl. Rick walking towards the group says “Hey, Jenner, open that door now and let Troy go.” “There’s no point. Everything topside is locked down. The emergency exits are sealed.” Jenner says as Troy struggles against him so Dale says “Well open the damn things.” “That’s not something I control. The computers do. I told you once that front door closed, it wouldn’t open again. You heard me say that.” Jenner says so Troy yells “I can stop it! Let me go!” as everyone looks at them shocked before he adds “It’s better this way.” “What is? What happens in 28 minutes?” Rick asks Jenner doesn’t say anything so Shane says “Come on!” as Rick asks again “What happens in 28 minutes?!” Jenner stands up pushing Troy at Daryl yelling “Do you know what this place is?! We protected the public from very nasty stuff! Weaponized smallpox! Ebola stains that could wipe out half the country! Stuff you don’t want getting out! Ever!” clearly losing it. Troy rips the flash drive from around her neck and runs to one of the other computers as everyone stares at Jenner as he sits down and says “In the event of a catastrophic power failure- in a terrorist attack for example-HIT’s are deployed to prevent any organisms from getting out.” “Not good. That is really not good.” Troy mutters as numbers start scrolling rapidly on the screen in front of her after she plugged in the flash drive as Rick asks “HIT’s?” “Vi define.” Jenner says so Vi says “HIT’s are high-impulse thermobaric fuel-air explosives consist of a two-stage aerosol ignition that produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive except nuclear. The vacuum-pressure effect ignites the oxygen at between 5000 degrees and 6000 degrees and is useful when the greatest loss of life and damage to structure is desired.” Everyone but Troy look at Jenner shocked so she states “They set the fucking air on fire.” causing Jenner to add, simply, “No pain. And end to sorrow, grief…regret……Everything.”

Daryl then throws the bottle of alcohol at the door and yells “Open the damn door!” as Shane runs at the door with a fire axe yelling “Out of my way!” and starts hitting it. “Daryl!” T-Dog yells throwing him another axe. They’re both hitting the door as Jenner looks at Troy and says “You should’ve left well enough alone. It would’ve been so much easier.” Troy scoffs as Lori asks “Easier for who?” “All of you. You know what’s out there-a short, brutal life and an agonizing death. Your-Your sister-what was her name?” Jenner says looking at Andrea who says “Amy.” “Amy. You know what this does. You’ve seen it. Is that really what you want for your wife and son?” Jenner says looking at Rick who says “I. Don’t. Want. This.” “Can’t make a dent.” Shane says so Troy says “Those doors are designed to withstand a rocket launcher, you idiot.” “Well, his head ain’t!” Daryl yells trying to swing the axe at Jenner. Rick and Dale stop him as Rick yells “Daryl! Daryl! Just back up! Just back up! You could end up hitting Troy!” Daryl drops the axe as Jenner stands up and says to Troy "You do want this. It’s the perfect end to the Trojan Horse.” then looking at Rick adds “You want this too. Last night you said you knew it was just a matter of time before everybody you loved was dead.” “Just shut the fuck up!” Troy yells as Shane asks Rick “What? You really said that? After all your big talk?” “I had to keep hope alive, didn’t I?” Rick asks so Jenner counters “There is no hope. There never was.” “There’s always hope. Maybe it won’t be you, maybe not here, but somebody somewhere.” Rick counters before Andrea asks “What part of everything is gone do you not understand?” “Listen to your friend. She gets it. This is what takes us down. This is our extinction event.” Jenner says causing Carol to cry “This isn’t right. You can’t just keep us here.” “One tiny moment, a millisecond. No pain.” Jenner says but Carol says “My daughter doesn’t deserve to die like this.” “Wouldn’t it be kinder, more compassionate to just hold your loved ones and wait for the clock to run down?” Jenner asks just as a gun cocks and Rick yells “Shane, no!” “Out of the way, Rick! Stay out of my way! Open that door or I’m gonna blow your head off. Do you hear me?!” Shane yells as the numbers scrolling on Troy’s screen start to slow. “Brother, brother, this is not the way you do this. We will never get out of here.” Rick says so Lori adds “Shane, you listen to him.” “It’s too late.” Shane says so Rick starts “He dies, we all-“as Shane yells he continues “We all die! Shane!” Daryl and I pull Troy back just as Shane starts shooting the computers. Rick takes him down but the computer Troy was doing the hack from was toast causing her to yell at Shane “Ya fucking moron I was almost done! There’s not enough time to start another hack!” as Rick asks Shane “Are you done now? Are you done?” “Yeah, I guess we all are.” Shane says.

Rick looks at everyone and hands T-Dog the gun before saying “I think you’re lying.” “What?” Jenner asks. “You’re lying about no hope. If that were true, you’d have bolted with the rest or taken the easy way out. You didn’t. You chose the hard path. Why?” Rick says so Jenner says “It doesn’t matter.” “It does matter. It always matters. You stayed when others ran. Why?” Rick says. “Not because I wanted to. I made a promise…to her. My wife.” Jenner says pointing at the screen. “Test subject 19 was your wife?” Lori asks. “She begged me to keep going as long as I could. How could I say no?” Jenner says as Daryl starts hitting the door again with an axe then adding “She was dying. It should’ve been me on that table. I wouldn’t have mattered to anybody. She was a loss to the world. Hell, she ran this place. I just worked here. In our field, people like her, is Einstein. Me? I’m just….Edwin Jenner. She could’ve done something about this. Not me.” “Your wife didn’t have a choice. You do. That’s-that’s all we want, a choice, a chance.” Rick says so Lori pleads “Let us keep trying as long as we can.” Jenner looks at her before saying “I told you topside’s locked down. I can’t open those.” And going over to the key pad and opening the door. “Come on!” Daryl yells as Jenner says “Troy.” “Go I’ll meet up.” She says pushing me towards the door before turning to glare at Jenner as the others yell their versions of come on.

****Troy’s POV****

Everyone but me, Jacqui, Andrea, Dale, and Jenner ran out of the room. Jenner slowly turns to me and says “I don’t believe there’s a chance, but here.” And tosses me another flash drive. I chuckle and go over to the station with mine and grab it before saying “Goodbye Jenner.” And rushing out of the room, detouring to get my bag. I arrive at the top floor as T-Dog yells "Daryl, look out!" and starts hitting the window with a chair. It doesn't work so Shane says "Dog, get down! Get down!" before shooting the glass with a shotgun. "The glass won't break?!" Sophia asks scared and I hear Carol whisper “The grenade.” before digging in the bag looking at Rick saying "Rick, I might have something that can help." "Carol, I don’t think a nail file’s gonna do it." Shane says. She shakes her head as she pulls out the grenade and says "Your first morning at camp, when I washed your uniform I found this in your pocket." Rick goes to grab it but I do and run to the window yelling “Time to blow shit up!” as Daryl and Glenn yell "Troy no!" I ignore them and look at Rick as I pull the pin and get ready to release is so he yells "Everybody get down!" I drop it and sprint back towards the group Daryl grabs me and pulls me under him as it explodes. "Come on let’s go!" He yells pulling me up with him and start running out the now broken window.

****Daryl’s POV****

When the door opens I yell “Come on!” to the rest of the group as Jenner says “Troy.” “Go I’ll meet up.” She says pushing Glenn towards the door before turning to glare at Jenner as the others yell their versions of come on. ‘She’s gonna get herself killed.’ I think but follow the others, minus her, Jacqui, Andrea, and Dale to the top floor. “Get them doors open!” Glenn yells running to the doors with T-Dog trying to get them open as Shane yells “Daryl!” and I throw him one of the axes and we start hitting the window as Glenn yells “It doesn’t work!” “Come on! Come on!” I yell at the window as Carol says “Stay close, sweetheart.” Then T-Dog yells "Daryl, look out!" I get out of the way and he starts hitting the window with a chair and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding when I saw Troy standing next to Carol. It doesn't work so Shane says "Dog, get down! Get down!" before shooting the glass with a shotgun after T-Dog moves. "The glass won't break?!" Sophia asks scared causing Carol to mutter something nods before digging in her bag looking at Rick saying "Rick, I might have something that can help." "Carol, I don’t think a nail file’s gonna do it." Shane says. She shakes her head as she pulls out a grenade and says "Your first morning at camp, when I washed your uniform I found this in your pocket." Rick goes to grab it but Troy does and runs to the window yelling “Time to blow shit up!” as I can’t stop myself from yelling "Troy no!" along with Glenn. She ignores us and looks at Rick as she pulls the pin and get ready to release is so he yells "Everybody get down!" She then drops it and sprints towards the group so I grab her and pull her under me as it explodes. "Come on let’s go!" I yell at her pulling her up with me and start running out the now broken window. Rick and Shane shoot the walkers and I chop off their heads with the axes as we run to the cars. When Troy and I get to my truck Lori yells “Dale, get down! Down!” as the R.V.’s horn honks so I quickly push her in and cover her as I close the car door and the building explodes. We’re both breathing heavy and I quickly get off her realizing the position we were in and get into the driver’s seat as she sits up. She watches Dale and Andrea get into the R.V. as I look at her thinking ‘What’s wrong with me?’ And start the truck. The caravan then starts moving back towards Fort Benning.

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