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iâm alive iâm here (iâm fulfilling my duties bc damn a bitch went offline for 9 days and is behind on everything đ) âŹď¸
You drifted to your room, collapsing onto the small bed. The familiar scent of home did little to soothe the ache in your chest. It didnât feel right. It never did, only when your brother was around, but now, not even that thought gave you faith as you closed your eyes, picturing Rafeâs face. His smile, his touch, his voice â they were all painfully vivid.
ugh i miss ur writing sm i love how this scene felt âslowâ like u were navigating this lagged moment with her because nothing felt real
As you both settled in, the familiar warmth of his presence was a small comfort, a reminder that despite everything, you were still here together.
i donât give a shit the one thing i love more than romance stories is sibling relationships đ theyâre my heart n soul
"Heâs facing several charges, but the severity of his sentence could depend on his cooperation. If he agrees to testify against his father, the authorities might offer him a deal."
i fear he wonât do it đđ
âYouâre too good, yâknow that? Personally, I donât give a fuck if he dies.â
jj đđđ leave her alone đđđ
"Complicated? Complicated is being stuck on an island, wondering if your sister is alive or dead. Complicated is dealing with the fact that the guy who put us through hell gets to play hero for a day and suddenly he's got your sympathy."
screaming into my pillow ur dialogues r too good
A carbon copy of your mother, your punishment.
okay pause âđź not the thematic parallel to abusive and neglectful parental figures i cannot handle this
You were just trying to find a shred of humanity in someone who had shown you a glimpse of it.
THIS LINE EATS SO HARD đđđ
âIs that what you tell yourself to make you feel better?â
my jj would swing at ur jj for the way ur talking to ur sister
âBecause I want to!â You screamed even though you hadnât meant to. Tears of frustration fell as you raised your head, âAnd as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm still my own person and I can make my own decisions.â
PERIOD!!!!
 âHe was good to me.â
girl *I* held my breath
Sarah never pushed you to talk, never demanded explanations. Instead, she just sat with you, shared a laugh or two, and let the silence speak for itself. It was a strange comfort; one you hadnât realized you needed until it was there.
i love ur sarah sm mines a bitchhh đââď¸âđź
âNo. Uh, a friend, I guess���â You were about to ramble, not too certain of what to say, but settled for, âCan you tell him Maybankâs calling?â
WHY DO I FEEL LIKE HIS PUNK ASS IS GONNA BE LIKE âi donât know a maybankâ
"Iâm sorry. Mr. Cameron has requested not to speak with you," she said. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
YOU PUNK ASS BITCH
You screamed until your throat was raw, until you had nothing left to give.
no i didnât (personally cannot scream LOL)
Six months had passed since that day
what the actual fuck
You had spent the afternoon alone, lounging in the living room with a half-read book and a broken fan that did little to ease the stifling heat.Â
such good imagery god i love this
Your words caught in your throat as you saw him standing there.Â
my heart is pounding omg
âYou had six months.â
YIKES đŹ
You looked at him, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes were clear, more focused than you had ever seen them. âWhy should I believe you?â
iâm shaking rn pls give a girl some respite
Rafe looked offended, eyes zeroing in on your lips before his gaze met yours. That's when you felt it again, âI never lied to you.â
iâm throwing punches into my pillow rn biting my teeth ohmygod
Rafeâs expression softened, and he reached out tentatively, his hand stopping inches from your arm. âIâm sorry, baby.â
go away demon đš @ gigi
Itâs only then, when your brain cleared slightly that you noticed he looked different. His hair had been buzzed, his skin looked tanner than the last time youâd seen him, he looked healthier.Â
oh weâre in season 3 now ok
âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice barely a whisper. âIâm so sorry.â
iâm literally scraping my fingernails against chalkboards rn pls stop this madness đđđ
Rafe paused in the doorway, his back to you. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly through the thick air. "I donât regret it," he repeated, his shoulders tensing as he spoke.
gonna die ok đŞŚ
You had tried so hard to suppress your feelings, to deny the depth of your connection with him. But thisâŚwasnât something that could be easily forgotten or ignored. You had been so afraid to admit it, fearing that acknowledging would destroy you.Â
You were in love with Rafe Cameron.Â
oh my fucking god u did it again
final thoughts â ohmygod. i dont know why i kept putting off reading this? i think a part of me was scared because the literal content warning was âaka angstâ and i said no. anyways, first and foremost u done it again gigi. what i was so impressed about this chapter was ur ability to create such flowing, strong and long dialogues. the one between jj and reader i read twice because i canât believe how naturally-paced this story goes through that u donât even realized itâs chunks on chunks of dialogues. thatâs such an incredible feat and knowing now that ur from europe and english is probably a second language? the way u select the right words at the right time is an talent i strive to have. iâm like re-editing in my head being like âwould i come up with that?â and being like âyeah i wouldâve ended it there (bc i donât know how to elongate a scene) but gigi knew how to keep it going.â gigi, when i tell u thatâs one of the most impressive skills iâve ever seen in my life iâm so serious. also, the way you structure and keep a consistent flow of emotions. the beginning of the story is stretched out in a way that i cinematically imagined a lagged moment. yk how in euphoria where it drags a scene from one part to the next? like that. and then the ending, when i said i was shaking, i was truly shaking. u had my heart clutched in ur hand and u just SQUEEZED IT đ đ the way i felt everything and was so scared and panicking and my eyes wanted to read ahead because i wanted to know what happens but i also wanted to enjoy the writing đ u got me doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how to read đ i thoroughly enjoyed this to the very end and ngl, i am so scared to read the next chapter i think imma hold off for a minâŚ
THE OTHER SIDE OF PARADISE - rafe cameron (+18) - five
request: "a rafe enemies to lovers 𫣠the reader is jjs sister the whole drama before but then she gets left behind on the ship and rafe ends up comforting her and then yea thatâs all I got you can do whatever else the rest đ"
warnings: angst <3333333 for everyone <33; might need some editing bc im too tired to check everything but yeah
word count: 7.7k
The ride back to home was a blur. The plane ride, the ferry.
Everything.Â
Every mile that took you further from Rafe felt like a wound being reopened. The police officers tried to engage you in conversation, but your responses were monosyllabic at best. They eventually gave up, letting you stare out the window in silence.
When you finally arrived, the sight of the familiar streets of The Cut did little to comfort you. Your house felt alien, a place you barely recognized. The officers escorted you inside, their presence a reminder of the reality you were returning to.Â
âYour brother and your friends were rescued from a remote island a while ago. He was informed of your whereabouts an hour ago, heâll be here soon.â
Their words barely registered.
You nodded numbly; your mind still stuck between the events that had unfolded just two days ago.
What kind of sister had you turned into? Barely phased over the fact your little brother was thankfully alive and well? You were supposed to protect him.Â
Sensing your detachment, they exchanged a look before retreating to the porch, giving you some semblance of privacy.
You wandered through the house, your steps heavy. Each room felt like a snapshot from another life. The couch where you and your brother used to bicker over TV shows when Luke spent days doing God knows what, the kitchen table where meals were shared and stories were told, only between you twoâ they all seemed like relics of a past you could no longer touch.
Things would never be the same, you knew that.
You drifted to your room, collapsing onto the small bed. The familiar scent of home did little to soothe the ache in your chest. It didnât feel right. It never did, only when your brother was around, but now, not even that thought gave you faith as you closed your eyes, picturing Rafeâs face. His smile, his touch, his voice â they were all painfully vivid.
That must be your punishment.Â
A soft knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts. You sat up, heart racing. Your body was still on high alert, every little noise sent shivers down your skin. The blasting of the gunshots was still deeply rooted in your brain. It hadnât even been three days.Â
The old wooden door creaked open, and your brother's face appeared, bright blue eyes wide with concern. He rushed to your side, pulling you into a tight embrace nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.
"Holy shit,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, âHoly shit.â
You clung to him, the dam breaking as tears streamed down your face. The sobs wracked your body as JJ held you like you used to hold him. It devastated you. It felt so disappointing. He was never supposed to be the one carrying the family burden, you were. After what felt like an eternity, you pulled back, wiping your tears. Your brother sat beside you, his eyes searching your face.
âYouâre not hurt?â
You took a shaky breath, trying to find the words, but all you managed to blurt out was a small âNo. You?â
âNo,â JJ nodded, lips pursed into a tight line as if he was figuring out what to say next, âThey told me about the shooting.â
Your heart sank further at his words. You had hoped to avoid talking about it, at least for a little while. But he was watching you like he used to when you would act as a human shield for him, you couldn't brush it aside.
âIâm fine, I promise.â You reached out and squeezed his hand. "What about you? How did you get off that island?"
JJ let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.
âIt was a mess. We were stuck there for weeks, trying to find a way out. Pope and Kie kept us sane, but it was rough. We finally managed to signal a passing boat, and they rescued us. But the whole time, I couldn't stop thinking about you."
You squeezed his hand tighter, guilt and gratitude warring within you.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm so sorry, JJ."
He shook his head vehemently. "No, don't apologize. None of this is your fault. IâI shouldâve saved you on that ship, okay? Itâs on me, not you.â
Youâd cry again if you didnât feel like your body was about to collapse, âYou did everything you could. We both did. It's not your fault."
âThe one time we changed places, and I couldnât do it.â
"Jayâ"
"I should have been there for you," He insisted, "I hated it."
It was your fault, not his. You pulled him into another hug, trying to convey with your touch what words couldn't express. The weight of your shared guilt and pain was almost suffocating, but at least you were together. You felt his body shaking, whether, from exhaustion or emotion, you couldn't tell.
When you finally let go, you took a deep breath, hoping to find some semblance of strength.
"Weâre gonna be okay.â
JJ nodded, though you could see the doubt lingering in his eyes. "I know. It's just... hard."
"I get it. But we're both here, we're alive.â
A small, sad smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
The two of you sat in silence for a while, it was a fragile peace, but it was something. The familiar sound of the waves crashing against the shore outside the window was a reminder that life continued, even when it felt like your world had stopped.
"Do you think things will ever go back to normal?" JJ's voice was quiet, almost hesitant.
If he only knew. The one time you managed to close your eyes and sleep you were plagued by nightmares of JJ finding out what youâd done. About you and Rafe. It made you want to scratch your skin raw.Â
âYeah.â
You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, a mirror of your own fatigue. You knew you both needed rest, but the thought of sleep was daunting. The nightmares felt too close, the darkness too suffocating.
"Let's try to get some sleep," You suggested softly, though you weren't sure you could follow your own advice. "We both need it, âkay?â
JJ nodded, but you could see the wariness in his eyes. He laid down next to you, the bed barely accommodating the both of you.
As you both settled in, the familiar warmth of his presence was a small comfort, a reminder that despite everything, you were still here together.
The minutes ticked by in silence, the only sound being the rhythmic crashing of the waves outside. You focused on that, letting it be your anchor. Slowly, the tension in your body started to ease, the weight of the dayâs events beginning to lift, even if just a little.
"Do you remember the first time we went out on the boat alone?" JJ's voice was a whisper in the darkness, a fragile thread connecting the past to the present.
A small smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah. You insisted you knew how to steer, and we almost ended up crashing into that sandbank."
He chuckled softly. "We were so scared. But you figured it out. You always did."
The memory was a bittersweet reminder of simpler times, a time when your biggest worry was navigating the boat, not navigating the chaos your lives had become. When you werenât a complete fuck up.
Exhaustion finally began to overtake you, your eyes growing heavy. JJ's breathing evened out beside you, a comforting rhythm that lulled you closer to sleep. You wanted to tell him everything, but you couldnât. Not without losing him in the process.Â
Sleep came slowly, but when it did, it was deep and dreamless. Completely void, much like yourself these days.Â
Morning came too soon, sunlight filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the room.
You blinked awake, disoriented for a moment before the events of the past days came rushing back. JJ was still asleep beside you, his face peaceful in repose.
Carefully, you slipped out of bed, not wanting to wake him. The officer who comforted you after the shooting promised to call as soon as he got an update on Rafeâs condition. And so far? No call.
You wondered if the hospital or the police had contacted Sarah. She was Rafeâs closest family, aside from Wheezie who was still a kid, and Ward who was a sought-out criminal. It made sense that they would reach out to her.
If you rang the hospital, they wouldnât disclose a thing, you werenât family, and it wasnât like you could ask Sarah. She would know something was wrong the moment you asked about Rafe. It was risky.Â
The kitchen felt eerily quiet, the early morning light casting long shadows on the walls. You made yourself a cup of coffee, the warmth a small comfort against the chill that had settled in your bones.
Sitting at the table, you sipped slowly, trying to come up with some sort of tangible plan. You wanted to know if he was okay, needed to know, but every option seemed fraught with risk.
Your new phone buzzed on the table, jolting you from your thoughts.
You picked it up, heart pounding as you saw an unknown number flashing on the screen. You hesitated for a moment before answering.
âHello?â
âThis is Officer Thompson. I promised Iâd keep you updated on Rafe Cameronâs condition.â
You closed your eyes, thanking God for finally giving you some piece of mind, âYes, thank you.â
âHeâs stable,â Officer Thompson continued. âThe surgery went well, and heâs in recovery. Itâll be a while before heâs fully back on his feet, but heâs out of immediate danger.â
The knot in your stomach loosened slightly. âThank you for letting me know.â
There was a pause on the other end.
âI know this is difficult, but you should focus on your own recovery too. Thereâs a chance the feds will contact you, theyâre building their case on Ward. What happened to you is, unfortunately, considered a minor crime compared to everything heâs done, so maybe youâll get some peace. If not, you might have to testify against him.â
The idea of having to testify against Ward made you uncomfortable to no end. Reliving those moments in front of a courtroom full of strangers seemed unbearable.Â
âAnd Rafe? What are his charges?â
"Heâs facing several charges, but the severity of his sentence could depend on his cooperation. If he agrees to testify against his father, the authorities might offer him a deal."
A deal. It was a slim chance, but it was something. You hated yourself for the weight that left your shoulders. He should be locked up, you knew that, back then you prayed for the day he paid for what he did and yet here you were, holding on to any possibility of freedom.
You thanked Officer Thompson again and ended the call, setting your phone down with a shaky hand. The coffee had grown cold, but you didn't have the energy to make another cup. You sat there for a long moment, staring into space, trying to gather your thoughts.
The sound of footsteps drew your attention, and you turned to see JJ standing in the doorway, his hair tousled and eyes still heavy with sleep.
âWho was that?â He asked, his voice still groggy.
âUhâOfficer Thompson. He was at the scene the other day and told me heâd keep me updated.â
JJ tilted his head, his messy bed hair following suit, âUpdated on what?â
âRafeâs condition,â You replied, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. It was a half-lie. At least you were giving him something.Â
JJ stopped in his tracks, âAnd you care becauseâŚ?â
âFor closure, I guess.â
JJâs gaze softened slightly as he walked over to the table, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you.
âYouâre too good, yâknow that? Personally, I donât give a fuck if he dies.â
You winced inwardly. "JJ, you can't just say stuff like that.â
He leaned back in his chair, brows furrowed. "Why not? After everything heâs done, he deserves whatever he gets."
You couldn't argue with that, but part of you still felt the need to defend Rafe. He saved your life.
âHeâs still a human being, okay?â
JJ scoffed, shaking his head. "Barely.â
You didnât know why you suddenly felt so angry, so defensive. But it made its way up your body until your lips were moving again, practically spitting the words out.
âHe saved my life.â
Your brother stared at you like you were speaking another language, âSaved your life? Are you serious? Itâs his fault you were there in the first place!â
âHe chose to help me. And I can't just forget that."
JJ ran a hand through his hair, clearly agitated.
"This is insane. One good deed doesn't erase all the bad he's done."
You reached for his back, âI know that.â
He pulled away from your touch, your fingers only brushing against his shirt, âDo you?â
His retreat felt like a knife to your heart. JJ had always been your rock, the one person you could count on. Seeing him look at you with such disbelief and anger made you feel more isolated than ever. He looked at you like youâd imagined in your nightmares, but the real thing felt ten times worse.Â
"Iâm not saying heâs a good person. Iâm just saying⌠itâs complicated."
He paced around the kitchen table.
"Complicated? Complicated is being stuck on an island, wondering if your sister is alive or dead. Complicated is dealing with the fact that the guy who put us through hell gets to play hero for a day and suddenly he's got your sympathy."
"It's not sympathy," You insisted, your voice rising despite your best efforts to stay collected. You never raised your voice at him. "It's just... I don't know. I saw a different side of him. Maybe he can change. Or at least help put Ward away."
JJ stopped and spun around to face you, his eyes blazing. "And what if he doesn't? What if this is all part of some twisted game for him? People like Rafe don't just change, okay? They manipulate, they hurt, they destroy."
âJJâ"
âYou sound exactly like her.â
You didnât have to ask to know what he meant. Suddenly your entire soul felt like it was being drained out and slashed into pieces.
You spent a lifetime hearing it, from Luke.
A carbon copy of your mother, your punishment.
âDonât say that.â
âThatâs exactly the type of bullshit she would spit out about dad, wasnât it? And look where it got her.â
Memories of your mother flooded back. The excuses, the false hope, and the endless cycle of pain and disappointment. You werenât her, were you? Holding out for a man who was never going to change, who would only inflict pain upon your life? It couldnât be. You spent your entire life making sure you were nothing like her.
It wasnât fair.
You werenât making excuses for Rafe as your mother did for Luke. You were just trying to find a shred of humanity in someone who had shown you a glimpse of it. You stood there, feeling the weight of his accusation like a leaden cloak.
How could he think you were blind to Rafeâs faults? You knew them all too well. Standing there in the kitchen, under the harsh morning light, you felt exposed, vulnerable, and fiercely defensive.
âIâm not her,â You finally managed to say, your voice cracking, âIâm not defending him like she did.â
âIs that what you tell yourself to make you feel better?â
Your eyes narrow into slits, âIâm not doing this with you, not right now.âÂ
You turned away, your fists clenched at your sides as you fought to regain your composure.
He followed you hot on your trail, "Don't walk away from me.â
"I'm not defending him," You insisted, your back still to him, âIâm just trying to understand, okay?â
âUnderstand what? Jesus, Rafe is who he is.â
"And maybe he can change," You shot back, the words spilling out despite the tightening knot in your chest. "Maybe he saved my life because he wants to change."
"He's manipulating you," JJ retorted, his jaw clenched. "Just like he always does. You went through some traumatic shit together, but that doesn't mean you owe him anything."
You stopped dead in your tracks, turning to face him again. Your head was tingling, the headache already forming itself, and you felt hot all-over.Â
âSome traumatic shit?â You repeated, âAre you fucking serious?â
JJ raised both his hands, tangling them in his hair in frustration, âYou almost died, and now you're here defending the guy who put you in that position?"
The accusation stung. You felt the heat rise in your chest. You hated fighting with your brother. You were letting your feelings for Rafe get between the two of you.
He shook his head, disappointment oozing from him in waves, "Good luck with that. Just don't expect me to sit here and act like everything's okay."
You blinked away the dryness in your eyes, "I'm not asking you to. Can't you see that maybe things aren't as black and white as they seem?"
âAll I know is what he's done to us, to you."
"And what about what he did for me?" You shot back, the words bitter on your tongue.
âAnd what did he do exactly?" Your lips parted to speak, but words continued to spill from his mouth, âWhat did you do?â
You gave no reply, unblinking, short breaths escaping you. His accusation lingered in the air, challenging you to defend the indefensible. The truth was there, clawing at your mind, but you couldn't bring yourself to voice it.Â
Not to JJ, not yet.
"I don't expect you to understand," You finally said, voice strained, "But Iâm not turning my back on him.â
JJ's eyes narrowed; frustration etched on his face. "Why?â
âBecause I want to!â You screamed even though you hadnât meant to. Tears of frustration fell as you raised your head, âAnd as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm still my own person and I can make my own decisions.â
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed to evaporate. For a moment, the kitchen was filled with nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing and the instant regret that filled your bones.
Finally, JJ spoke, his voice low and strained. "Fine. Do what you want."
You watched as he turned away, his shoulders tense with anger or disappointment â perhaps both. His footsteps echoed loudly in the quiet kitchen as he stormed out, leaving you standing there, feeling raw and exposed. It was the first time you had ever raised your voice at him, and the aftermath left a bitter taste in your mouth.Â
Alone in the kitchen, you sank into your chair again, your energy completely drained. Part of you wanted to run after him, to explain, to make him understand. But he never would. None of them would.
Because unlike you, they werenât stupid enough to sympathize with Rafe Cameron.
Sitting there, you couldn't shake the feeling that you'd crossed a line, one you might not be able to uncross. You stared at your hands, still trembling from the argument, and let out a long, shaky breath. What was it about Rafe that had such a grip on you?Â
You heard the front door open and close, a clear sign that JJ had left the house. Maybe it was for the best, giving you both time to cool down. You got up to pour the coffee down the sink, the sound of the liquid swirling away a tiny comfort.
You spent the entire day locked away in your room, avoiding any kind of social interaction, or the sun. Your phone buzzed again, and for a moment, you considered ignoring it.
You picked it up, expecting another call from Officer Thompson, but the name on the screen made your heart skip a beat.
Sarah.
With a deep breath, you answered. âHey sweets.â
âHi,â Sarahâs voice was almost unsure. âJJ and the police called earlier, told us what happened. Are you okay? Iâm on the mainland with John B, weâre taking the next ferry back home.âÂ
You closed your eyes, somewhat relieved that you wouldnât have to face them yet.
âYeah, IâmâŚManaging. I'm okay.â
âGood, thatâs good,â There was a pause, and then she asked, âHave you heard anything about...Rafe?â
Had the hospital not called her? The question hung in the air. You had, but you didnât know how much to share.Â
âHeâs stable. The surgery went well.â
Sarah sighed, âGood. Thatâs good to hear I guess.â
âSarah,â You began, hesitating. âDid the hospital call you?â
There was a long silence on the other end before she replied, âYeah. But IâŚI donât know. I just couldnât bring myself to answer. I knew it was coming after the police called. ButâYeah, itâs just, itâs really hard.â
You didnât know what to say, âIâm so sorry.â
âYouâre the only one not giving me shit about stillâŚcaring? I guess. Heâs my brother, you know? And I want to hate him, so bad, but I canât.â
"I get it, Sarah. He's your brother. It's okay to feel conflicted."
"Yeah," She exhaled heavily, "But I don't know how to deal with it. He's done so much harm, and yet. I keep hoping there's still some good left in him. I know there's no hope for my dad, but Rafe..."
She had seen him before Ward turned him into this. She still carried the guilt of reveling in their fatherâs approval, the clear favoritism that she never stood against for her brother, even though she could see her fatherâs fingers printed on Rafeâs cheeks.Â
Her words echoed your inner struggle. You understood herâhow love and hate could coexist in such a tangled mess when it came to family.Â
 âHe was good to me.â
There was a long pause.
You expected her to hang up on you, to call you a list of degrading names, all of which you felt you deserved. She had suffered deeply at the hands of her brotherâ the same brother you had come to care for, despite knowing the full extent of what heâd done.Â
But you underestimated her.
Caught between your own anxiety and the dread of truth being exposed, you momentarily forgot just how compassionate and noble Sarah was. She possessed a goodness that mirrored your ownâloyal, forgiving, and endlessly understanding.
Both lovers and fighters.
 "I know, the feds told me about the shooting," Sarah finally said, "And I think that's what makes it so hard. Picturing him as the same monster from before was a lot easier.â
You nodded even though she couldn't see you, feeling a deep ache in your chest. "Yeah."
"I don't know what to do," She confessed, her vulnerability cutting through the distance between you. "Part of me wants to see him, to talk to him. And part of me wants to never look at him again."
"I think... whatever you decide, it's okay," You offered tentatively, not entirely sure if your words were comforting or just empty platitudes.
âJohn B disagrees.â
âYeah, so does JJ.â
"I appreciate you telling me about Rafe," Sarah continued, her voice softer now, more vulnerable. "I... I don't think I could have handled hearing it from anyone else."
You felt a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry you had to hear it like this, sweetheart. I wish things were different."
"We all do," she replied softly. "Thank you.â
âOf course," You said, "Take care of yourself.â
"You too. We'll see you soon, okay?"
"Yeah. See you soon."
The call ended, and you stared at your phone for a long moment, the screen dark and lifeless, much like yourself lately.Â
You spent the next few days in a haze, avoiding JJ and the rest of your friends as much as possible. Youâd only seen Sarah. Somehow her presence didnât make you feel as nervous as you thought. It weirdly calmed you down. Youâd always been close, ever since she joined the group, but now you felt like she was the only one who understood your point of view.Â
You knew Pope and Kie wouldnât, and you couldnât blame them.
Sarah never pushed you to talk, never demanded explanations. Instead, she just sat with you, shared a laugh or two, and let the silence speak for itself. It was a strange comfort; one you hadnât realized you needed until it was there.
The small house felt like a prison. It wasnât until a week later, as you sat on the beach watching the waves crash against the shore, that your phone buzzed with a message. It was the officer: "Rafeâs awake."
Your heart leaped into your throat. You still hadnât told anyone the full extent of what had happened between you and him, and you werenât sure you ever could. They knew he was in the hospital, that you two had gotten caught in a shooting, that heâd somehow saved your life. That was it. But now, with him awakeâŚYou didnât know what to do.
With trembling hands, you dialed the number the officer had provided. After a few rings, someone answered.
"Hello, this is St. Michael Hospital. How can I help you?"
You snap out of your daze, "Hi, I'm calling to check on a patient, Rafe Cameron. I was told heâs awake."
There was a pause, the sound of keyboard keys clicking. "Yes, Mr. Cameron is awake. Are you a family member?"
âNo. Uh, a friend, I guessââ You were about to ramble, not too certain of what to say, but settled for, âCan you tell him Maybankâs calling?â
âOkay, just a minute please.â
The hold music was the only thing keeping you centered on the moment, each note heightening your anxiety. When the nurse returned, her tone was pitiful, and you knew then that you werenât going to like her answer.
"Iâm sorry. Mr. Cameron has requested not to speak with you," she said. "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
You wanted to hurl the phone into the ocean, plunge your head underwater, and only resurface when the ringing in your ears ceased.
 What the hell?Â
You had spent weeks on edge, consumed by thoughts of him, hoping he would survive, praying for him despite not believing in that sort of thing. You didn't have it in you to put up a fight.
"No, that's all. Thank you." You ended the call and stared at your phone.Â
Rafe didnât want to speak with you.
You felt foolish, as if you were just now glimpsing the bigger picture and recognizing that maybe he didnât care after all. Perhaps, on the island, you were the one thing keeping him grounded, but now? Now you were back to being a nobody, just a pogue.
It felt like everything you had shared was for nothing.
Had you imagined it? No, you knew you hadnât.
Rafe had kissed you and touched you with the tenderness of a lover, as if you were precious and any rough movement might break you.
The moments you had shared, the way he had saved your lifeâmaybe they didnât mean as much to him as they did to you. The bond you thought you had formed with Rafe was, perhaps, a desperate attempt to find something good in the chaos.
The waves crashed against the shore, the sound a distant roar as you sat on the sand, a storm brewing inside. You tried to hold it together, to keep the facade of normalcy for a little longer, but it was getting harder with each passing day. This felt like it was the final straw.
Without warning, a scream ripped from your throat, raw and unfiltered. It echoed across the empty beach, a primal release of everything you had been bottling up.
The anger, the confusion, the hurtâit all came pouring out in that one moment. Tears streamed down your face, mixing with the salty sea breeze.
You hadnât cried properly in weeks.Â
You screamed until your throat was raw, until you had nothing left to give. The sun cast long shadows on the sand, the beach deserted except for you. Collapsing back onto the sand, you let the tears flow freely.Â
There was no one to judge you, no one to see you fall apart. Youâd spent a lifetime pulling yourself together, it was only fair you finally got to breathe properly. When the tears subsided, you wiped your face with the back of your hand and took a shuddering breath. The tightness in your chest began to ease, replaced by a hollow ache.
You were many things, but none of them were weak and yet...It was almost unbearable, the way your mind replayed every interaction, every look, every word, searching for signs you might have missed, clues that would have warned you not to get attached.
The sound of footsteps in the sand pulled you from your thoughts.
You turned to see JJ approaching. Your heart sank; you werenât ready to face him after the argument. He sat down next to you, silent for a moment as he followed your gaze out to the horizon.
When he finally spoke, his voice was softer than you expected.
âIâve been thinking about what you said.â
You nodded, unsure of what to say.
âIâm sorry for what I said about Mom,â he continued, his tone filled with regret. âI shouldnât have compared you to her. That wasnât fair.â
You swallowed hard, the tension easing slightly from your shoulders. âItâs okay, JJ. I know you didnât mean it.â
âI did, and I didnât,â he admitted. âI just... I donât want to see you get hurt. I donât trust him, and I hate that youâve been caught up in all this.â
âHe doesnât want to talk to me.â
He glanced at you, eyebrow raised. âWhat do you mean?â
âI called the hospital. They said heâs awake, but he doesnât want to speak with me.â
Your brother frowned, his protective instincts flaring up. âThat fucking asshole. After everythingââ
You shook your head, cutting him off gently. âMaybe itâs for the best. Maybe heâs right.â
JJâs expression softened, and he reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder.
âHey, donât do that. Donât blame yourself. You did nothing wrong.â
A lump formed in your throat, but you nodded, trying to believe his words. âI just... I thought there was more to it. That maybe he could change.â
âPeople like Rafe... itâs hard to change.â
âYeah.â
 âBut that doesnât mean youâre wrong for wanting to see the good in him.â
He spoke with such gentleness and wisdom. You forgot he wasnât a kid anymore. That heâd also done his fair share of growing up way too fast.Â
You leaned into his touch, âI know.â
âWeâll get through this,â JJ said firmly. âTogether. You and me, like always.â
 âLove you.â
âLove you too.â
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the beach, you and JJ sat there in silence. The waves continued to crash against the shore, a reminder that life moved forward, even when it felt like everything was falling apart.
Maybe things would never go back to the way they were, but you had your brother, your friends, and a resilience you hadnât known you possessed.Â
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Six months had passed since that day.
Life had settled into a fragile semblance of normalcy. The days were longer now, summer heat pressing down on The Cut, making the air thick and heavy. You had spent the afternoon alone, lounging in the living room with a half-read book and a broken fan that did little to ease the stifling heat.Â
You were lost in your book when a loud, insistent banging on the door jolted you from your reverie. Few people would knock with such urgency.
The forceful banging on the door didnât stop and you jolted upright.
Without thinking, you got up and flung the door open, irritation flaring. "What the fâ"
Your words caught in your throat as you saw him standing there.Â
"Rafe?" You blurted out. You immediately tried to close the door in his face, but he was quick. His hand shot out, holding it open, "Are you kidding me?" You hissed, pushing harder against the door.
"Maybankâ"
"If you don't get off my property, I swear to fucking Godâ"
"Wait!" Rafe's voice was strained, his hand trembling as he held the door open. "Just listen for a second."
You glared at him, every instinct telling you to push harder, to shut him out. But something in his eyesâfear, desperation, a flicker of the Rafe you once knewâgave you pause.
The last time you saw him, he was bleeding out and terrifyingly pale.
The last update you had on him was from Sarah, months ago. He had left the hospital and kept sporadic contact, reaching out to her only every few weeks.
You never asked her about his well-being or what he was doing; despite guessing that he was cooperating with the police. At least you hoped he was.Â
You were determined not to care anymore.
He leaned his weight against the doorframe, âYou look good.â
You were going to slap the lack of common sense out of him.Â
You scoffed, not letting your guard down. âWhat are you doing here?â
He looked down, struggling to find the words as he scratched the back of his head, âI... I needed to see you. To talk.â
âAnd I need you to crawl back to whatever hole you just creeped out of, have a good day.â
You tried to push the door shut again, but his grip tightened. âPlease, just give me a minute.â
âYou had six months.â
âI know, and Iâm sorry. I wasâ Itâs messed up, okay? Iâm still working with the feds. I was losing it. Still am, probably. But I need to explain. Please, Maybank, just a minute.â
You hesitated the anger and hurt battling against the small, lingering part of you that still cared.
Finally, you stepped back, letting the door open just enough for him to enter.
âTalk,â you said, your voice icy.
Rafe stepped inside, looking around your small living room as if seeing it for the first time, which you now realized he'd never been in your house.
He turned to face you, his expression earnest. âI didnât know what to say. I feltââ, He took a deep breath, cheeks puffing, âAshamed. I donât know.â
You crossed your arms over your chest, keeping a safe distance between you.
âAshamed? Youâve done a lot of things to be ashamed of. You canât just show up after six months and expect everything to be fine.â
âI know,â He admitted, taking a deliberate small step closer to you, âI wasnât expecting that. I just... I wanted to tell you that Iâm trying. Iâm in therapy and rehab, trying to get clean. Iâve been going to meetings. Itâs been hell, but Iâm trying.â
You looked at him, searching for any sign of deceit. His eyes were clear, more focused than you had ever seen them. âWhy should I believe you?â
He took a deep breath, visibly struggling to find the right words.
âBecause youâre the only person who ever saw anything good in me. And I canât forget that. I donât deserve it, but I need you to know that your faith in me wasnât for nothing.â
The vulnerability in his voice took you by surprise. You had expected anger, arrogance, manipulationâbut this was different. Genuine. It felt like you were back in that motel room, in his arms.
You let out a scoff, focusing your gaze on the couch you were just resting on, as you shifted your weight on your feet. âIs that all?â
Rafe's eyes darted to the floor, âNo, itâs not all. I justâShit. I need to make things right. With you. I donât know how, but I need to try.â
You took a deep breath.
Part of you wanted to believe him, to give him another chance, but the other part of youâthe part that had been hurt and abandonedâwas screaming not to fall for it again.
âYou didnât even want to talk to me when you woke up.â
He looked up, guilt etched across his features. âI didnât know how to face you after everything that happened. I was a mess.â
âSo you shut me out?â You snapped, âYou made me feel like I meant nothing.â
âThatâs not true,â He snapped back, head whipping up, then immediately softened his tone, taking another step closer. âThatâs not true. You mean more to me than youâll ever know. I was getting better for you."
âDonât lie to me.â
Rafe looked offended, eyes zeroing in on your lips before his gaze met yours. That's when you felt it again, âI never lied to you.â
âCameron.â
Another step closer. His eyes pleading with you to understand.Â
You were staring up at him now, the look on your face completely unreadable. You were waiting for an answer, but he had a feeling that no matter what answer he gave, it wouldn't make a difference.
"I never lied to you," He repeated, his voice shaking slightly. "I was scared and confused, but I never lied.â
You felt your anger rising again, every muscle in your body tensing as you tried to keep control. âScared and confused? Thatâs your excuse?â
Rafe flinched at your words, but he didn't back down. âI know how it sounds. I handled it all wrong. Iâm trying to fix it.â
âYou think saying sorry and showing up out of the blue makes it better? It doesn't erase the months of silence.â
His hands reached out, his palms open as if he was dealing with a wounded animal. âIâm not asking for forgiveness right away. I just want a chance to make things right.â
âYou donât get it, do you?â You spat, your voice trembling with emotion, âHow it felt, watching you almost die. I spent days wondering if you were going to beââÂ
You stopped yourself, knowing that if you continued your voice would crack and the tears would start pouring down your cheeks.
You already cried enough for him.Â
Rafeâs expression softened, and he reached out tentatively, his hand stopping inches from your arm. âIâm sorry, baby.â
You took a step back, putting more distance between you, needing the space to think clearly. âI needed you to be sorry six months ago.â
Itâs only then, when your brain cleared slightly that you noticed he looked different. His hair had been buzzed, his skin looked tanner than the last time youâd seen him, he looked healthier.Â
Rafe noticed your eyes wandering to his head and ran a hand through his short hair, a hint of a self-conscious smile flickering across his lips. âYeah, I uh, made some changes. Trying to start over, I guess.â
You nodded slightly, not quite trusting yourself to speak. Finally, you broke the silence, your voice steadier now.
âIâm happy for you, but I canât do this.â
âPrettyâ"
You sighed, rubbing your temples as you cut him off, âI feel guilty enough as it is around everyone else.â
âI told Sarah.â
His words hit you like a punch to your gut.Â
âWhat?â
âAbout us.â
You felt your stomach drop and your vision narrow, the world tilting sideways as the reality of what he just said sank in. âYou what?â
âI told her.âÂ
âYou absolute fuckingââ You hissed, your voice rising without warning, âAre you serious?!â
âI thought it was the right thing to do,â His tone faltered to one that couldâve fallen on deaf ears if not attentive enough. âI needed someone to talk to, and sheâsâŚmy sister.â
âYou thought it was the right thing to do?â You were shouting now, unable to contain your anger. âYou think spilling everything to Sarah was the right thing to do? Did you ever consider how that might affect me? Or her?â
Rafe flinched, taking a step back. âI didnât think it would be this bad.â
âOf course you didnât,â You nearly growled, pacing the small living room. âYou never think about anyone but yourself, do you?â
âListenâ â He opened his mouth undoubtedly to fire back with another half-assed apology - but you barreled forward, letting the months of bottled resentment continue to burst open.
âYouâre so selfish.â
âShe promised she wouldnât tell anyone,â His throat bobbed in an audible gulp, âItâs okay.â
âYou really believe that?â You stopped pacing and turned to face him, your hands clenched into fists at your sides. âThis is too much for her to keep to herself. Itâll eat away at her until she tells someone. And when that happens, my life here is over.â
Rafe looked stricken, his face pale. âI justâI needed someone to understand what Iâm going through.â
For the first time, he took the time to explain what was going on in his head instead of letting his frustrations take over and kissing you.
âAnd what about what Iâm going through?â You demanded. âDid you ever stop to think about that? Iâve been trying to move on, to rebuild my life, and you just waltz back in and blow everything up.â
âIâm sorry,��� he said, his voice barely a whisper. âIâm so sorry.â
You spotted his sun-kissed freckles. They wouldnât be noticeable if you hadnât looked at him so closely before.
âSorry doesnât fix this,â Bitterness began to overpower the pit of your heaving chest, âSorry doesnât make it go away. You canât just undo what youâve done.â
âI know,â One shaky hand scrubbed over his face, refusing to meet your wide-eyed stare., âBut Iâll do whatever it takes to make it right. I swear.â
âMake it right? You canât make this right, Rafe.â
âI donât know what else to do,â he said, his voice breaking. âIâm trying, pretty. I really am.â
You felt a smidge of sympathy despite your anger. You could see the pain and desperation in his eyes, the same pain and desperation you had felt for the past six months. But that didnât change the fact that he left you hanging for so long.
âI need you to leave,â you said finally, your voice cold and distant.
You expected him to put up a fight, to lash out, hide his emotions with empty threats and petty names. But he didnât.
Instead, he nodded, his shoulders slumping slightly as he turned to leave. You watched him go in silence.
Part of you wanted to run after him, to give him another chance, to believe that he could change. But another partâthe part that had been wounded and left to heal on its ownâknew that it wasnât that simple.
You had to protect yourself, even if it meant shutting him out for good.
Rafe paused in the doorway, his back to you. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried clearly through the thick air. "I donât regret it," he repeated, his shoulders tensing as he spoke.
You blinked, taken aback. "What?"
He turned slightly, just enough for you to see the raw honesty in his eyes. "I donât regret what happened. Between us. I regret how I handled it, how I hurt you, but I donât regret feeling something real for once."
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, the suffocating heat seemed to dissipate, replaced by a cold clarity. You crossed your arms tighter around yourself, trying to hold onto your anger, your resolve. But his words had hit a nerve, bringing back memories youâd tried so hard to bury.
You looked away, unable to look at him, "It doesnât change anything."
"I know.â
With that, he turned and walked out the door, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving you standing there. The room felt emptier than it hand in months as you leaned your forehead against the cool wood over the door.
You pushed away from the door, needing something to distract yourself.Â
You picked up your book, but the words blurred on the page. You tossed it aside, your thoughts too chaotic to focus. Instead, you paced the small living room, replaying the conversation in your mind.
You eventually collapsed onto the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling. You did the right thing, so why did it hurt so bad?Â
You felt like a wound had been reopened, and you hated him for it.
But you hated yourself more for letting him get to you. The hours dragged on, the sun dipping below the horizon and casting long shadows through the windows. You tried to lose yourself in anythingâTV, reading, cleaningâbut nothing could shake the gnawing feeling of unresolved problems that clung to you.
You only saw Rafe's face, his desperate eyes, his trembling hands.
You remembered the feel of his skin, the sound of his voice when he was vulnerable. The memories were too real, too persistent. You couldn't bring yourself to explain it to yourself. Your eyes begin to itch, warning you to think of something else.
Anything else but Rafe.
Was this heartbreak? Noâit couldn't be.Â
You weren't in love with Rafe Cameron.
 At least, you didn't think you were.
You had never allowed yourself to consider it, to dwell on what you felt for him. But now, in the stillness of your small living roomâŚit was different. You never had a good parental figure to teach you these things.
All you knew was destruction, violence, and heartbreak. And although youâd done pretty well for yourself, all things considered, this was new to you.
The thought hit you like a tidal wave, overwhelming and inescapable.
You had tried so hard to suppress your feelings, to deny the depth of your connection with him. But thisâŚwasnât something that could be easily forgotten or ignored. You had been so afraid to admit it, fearing that acknowledging would destroy you.Â
You were in love with Rafe Cameron.Â
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Congrats to everyone who has been working on W2H2! đ If it's alright, I'd like to ask to ask 2 questions:
Is there by chance an official ref of colors for Debbie, or is it still up to interpretation at the moment?
Would you say that your personal, real life experiences within the 10 years moving from W2H to W2H2 shifted the tone/story of the series in some way? Something that I've always been fascinated with when I started looking more into W2H was the shift in Sock's character from the original comic -> first film -> second film, and Jonathan's character from the first film -> second film.
Thank you! â¨
I actually just made some 'official'-ish colors for Debbie! Her voice actor Kaitlyn wanted something to use on a banner for conventions haha... so here you go!
2. I'm not really sure how to answer this one, haha. I mean I've definitely changed as a person over the course of making each iteration of W2H. I started the comic while I was at community college, before I went to art school. I adapted it into an animation for my graduation project. And I started W2H2 a couple years after I graduated college. So there's a good 2-3 years between each attempt at W2H I've done, haha. I think a lot of my original ideas from the comic had to change because it needed to be condensed into a short film. I didn't even GET to Jonathan yet in the comic! Some things just didn't make sense to me anymore, like the idea of Sock already having a human body count. It'd just be absurd for him to be able to hide it for so long! Plus, if I made it so that Sock has only ever entertained the idea of murder, it makes his new job that much more appealing-- it's a chance for him to really lean in to this thing he's always had to hide. Between the first and second films though, I mean... I think there's been some tonal shift, for sure (I don't know about a character shift? We'll get to that haha) But basically, when I was first thinking about W2H2, my idea was "Sock and Jonathan hang out and attempt to figure out touch physics, also there's some drama about a journal Jonathan keeps." All of the hell stuff is something that came from bouncing ideas around with my friends, Michael and Neil. I was worried that sending Jonathan to hell would be too bonkers for a "2nd episode", but we all kinda agreed that enough time had passed that the fans would probably enjoy something higher stakes, so it would be fine. (I'll give everyone a moment to realize this conversation would've been happening in 2015-16... ha.)
We also kind of thought, y'know... I have no idea how many more of these there's even gonna' be, so why not go a little bigger with this one? W2H2 is a higher stakes story than what I set out to make in the beginning, that's for sure. It is interesting to compare all of them.. the employee handbook was actually from the comic and I cut that because it wasn't helpful for W2H... but then it became helpful for W2H2, so it came back! Haha. I'm curious to know in what ways people think the characters have changed though. (And is that a good thing or a bad thing?) Especially a character like Jonathan, no one's really even seen that much of him yet, I think most of the characterization comes from fandom, or like... art I've drawn, I guess? Haha... I'm not sure! I guess Sock's a little more confident and antagonistic in this one (though he'll have his moments of hesitation... we're only at Part 1 right now!), and Jonathan has had to become a more vocal/active character, just by nature of the kind of story it is, I suppose. But yeah, I'm not sure! Happy to hear your guys' thoughts though!
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In Bo6 they kind skated over Alder and Woodsâ friendship and I wanna see more. Could you write a little fic of them interacting?
Hey anon! Thank you for this request!! đ
This was so very interesting. Both of these guys have these huge emotional walls up. I imagine friends are a challenging thing for both of them to make and keep. Not exactly the type to talk about their emotions. Which is great I love when everything is just under the surface. I think I'd like to write another one of these from Adler's perspective to see how it goes.
Frank lit a cigarette and stared out at the dark water. He often took to doing this at night when the Safehouse began to quiet down. He thought about his team. Felix and Sev had been arguing earlier, but he could now hear their laughter travel from the kitchen. He was sure Troy was upstairs reading over a letter from Terry, working over his next move in their correspondence chess game. The same move he'd been mulling over before they had to cut and run. The soft sounds of the TV news must have meant Case was on the couch likely dozing off. The guy pushed himself too hard.
Frank stuck the cigarette between his lips and rubbed the tops of his knees or what was left of them. It had become a habit of his, one he didnât like too much when he realized he was doing it. Reminded him of some of the old guys he had met over the years. Always talking about their aches and pains. He was sidelined sure, permanent desk duty yeah, but he didnât feel like an old guy. Neither he nor Alex had ever seemed old to him. An ache clenched at his heart as he thought about Al. Al would never be an old guy. They would never be those crusty old vets sitting at the VFW drinking beers and talking about the good old times.
He pressed his thumb against one eye and reached across the bridge of his nose with his forefinger, the pad of his finger against his closed lid. He dragged his fingers across his skin bringing them together to pinch the bridge of his nose. Footsteps on stone behind him, he quickly moved his hand away from his eyes to pluck the cigarette from his mouth. He knew from the confident footfalls that it was Adler.
Adler already had a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. He cradled a mug in one large hand which from the smell of it contained some of Felixâs stew.
âFigure out Felixâs mystery meat yet?â Frank joked. Adler stirred the contents with his spoon and inspected a white chunk. âBest guess is rabbit.â âProbably a good guess.â âLetâs just say Iâm not about to ask him to confirm it.â Frank chuckled at that.
Adler tucked his cigarette between two fingers and picked up his spoon again. Steam trailed from the mug only to be quickly swept away by the sea breeze. The silence between them lasted until Frankâs cigarette was just a nub. He stubbed it out on the railing and flicked it away. Then he winced. Another bad habit. He remembered the last time he visited David the kid had given him a lecture about recycling and putting his cigarette butts in the trash instead of tossing them on the ground. He even showed Frank some cartoon about it. A blue guy fighting pollution⌠or something. If it made the kid happy he was willing to do it. He wondered if Adler's kids watched the same show. Adler certainly didn't care about where he tossed his old cigarette butts.
Adler finished his stew and went back inside without a word. Frank thought he was alone again, but before long Adler was back carrying two beers by the neck between his fingers. He handed one to Frank who popped the cap off against the railing and took a swig. Then he examined the label on the bottle. âGotta clear our names so we can get back to the States and get some real beer.â Adler nodded and tapped the neck of his bottle to Frankâs. âDrink to that.â
A silence passed between them. That was one thing Frank liked about Adler- he never needed to just talk. He was comfortable with quiet. Some guys jabbered on and on. Talking about nothing. Filling the air with words so they wouldnât have to sit with whatever they were dealing with in their heads. He tried to picture himself and Adler at the VFW sharing a beer and laughing about the old times. Maybe itâd happen. Never in a million years did he think it'd be the two of them that were left. Everyone else was gone, but not them.
âSee you dusted that old thing off,â Adler said pointing with his beer hand at Frankâs bandana. It pulled him from his thoughts. He touched the cloth that covered his forehead.
âYeah, helps me keep my head in the game⌠Or something.â
Out of the corner of his eye, he noted Adler adjusting his sunglasses. He rarely ever took them off, even at night. Frank had always suspected they might be corrective. But either way, they all had their things. The objects that made them feel more like themselves. And maybe acted as a barrier between them and the rest of the world. It was how they could stay so tough in tricky situations. Keep their cool.
âGuys like us can never leave this.â âNope,â Frank agreed. Adler cleared his throat before lighting another cigarette. He was always a chain smoker and, of course, most guys liked to have a cigarette with a beer. But he knew Adler well enough, worked with him long enough that even though he put up a front he had his tells. They were just harder to see in him than other people. Frank knew he was stalling.
âSomething on your mind?â Adler let out a soft hah!. âCome on youâre not exactly as mysterious as you like to pretend.â Frank nudged Adlerâs side with his elbow. He cleared his throat again. âJust wanted to say thanks,â Adler said more to the sea than to Frank. The confidence in his voice never faltered. Always the arrogant bastard. Frank had to admit he liked that about him too.
âFor what?â Frank asked with a laugh. He knew the answer. Adler was grateful Frank believed him. Not just to help him, but it made a difference to know there was someone in the world who had his back. Even a guy like Adler needed that comfort sometimes.
âYouâre not gonna start getting emotional on me are you?â He asked.
Adler chuckled in response. Then he stabbed out his cigarette on the railing and flicked it over the edge.
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Mockingjay - Part 8
Hi guys!
I'm sorry for the wait, I know that usually I give you the chapter on Friday, but I wasn't able to yesterday.
This one is a little darker, please be aware of that while reading it.
TW : Death, blood, injuries, grief.
Chapter before
Ona wakes up abruptly, a hand coming suddenly on her mouth to prevent her from shouting. She still is in the tree where she fell asleep a little earlier, while Teagan was supposed to stand guard. But itâs not him who is looking at Ona with undisguised anger.
Itâs Lucy.
Eyes widened; Ona tries to move but Lucy doesnât let her.
âWhatâs happening?â Ona whispers, Lucyâs hand always on her mouth.
âDid you kill him?â Lucy whispers-shout.
âWhat?â
Lucyâs voice is low, full of an anger that Ona doesnât understand. Just like she doesnât understand why Lucy is talking about. Ona tries to read more in Lucyâs eyes, but she canât.
âWhat are you talking about?â the younger one finally says.
âDeclan. Did you kill him?â
âWhat?â Ona frowns. âNo, of course not.â
Lucy is still looking at her, but she finally removes her hand from Onaâs mouth. The latter takes advantage of it to look around them, looking for Teagan. But the young boy is nowhere to be seen.
âWhereâs Teagan?â Ona asks.
But it doesnât seem to be Lucyâs first interest. She seems so angry; Ona never saw her like this. She wonât say that sheâs scared, but sheâs definitely impressive like that. The situation is really mind blowing for Ona. She wanted so much to see Lucy one more time, but not like this.
âAt the place where the Games began, there is a scoreboard. It says that you killed someone. If it wasnât Declan, who was it?â
âThe boy from the 5â Ona mumbles, not really wanting to remember that awful moment. âHe was chasing Teagan at first and then he came back for us. I â I didnât have any choice.â
Ona shivers and it has nothing to do with the cold. It is cold actually, but with the hoodie sheâs wearing and the habit of the temperature, she was okay like this.
Lucy seems to think about Onaâs answer, looking at her while squinting her eyes. She seems furious. Ona can understand because she was pretty close to Declan, but there is no world where Ona could kill him.
âIf itâs not you, who was it?â
Ona rolls her eyes and crosses her arms on her chest. Now that the surprise is passed, she has trouble keeping up with the way Lucy is talking to her.
âYour two girlfriends. He was with them at the lake, right? They pushed him in the water. I donât know what is really inside the water, but he died almost immediately. Then there was this strange fog coming from the lake and I think itâs what killed Lilith too. I was in a house in the city with Teagan, we had time to run away. They were closer to the lake; Lilith didnât get that chance. I guess Kayla didnât explain things like this?â
When Lucy always seems to hesitate, Ona stands up a little bit more to face her. She doesnât know what happened to Lucy for her to have doubts about her like that, but Ona doesnât like it.
âIf you donât believe me, why donât you look at the scoreboard? Iâm pretty sure you know everything your friends do, donât you?â
âIt doesnât show the score from the deathâs people.â
âHow convenientâ Ona snorts.
They look at each other for several seconds. Ona feels sad and angry at the same time. She wanted to see Lucy one more time to have a good memory of her, not a fight about something like this.
âWho told you I killed Declan?â Ona asks finally.
âKaylaâ Lucy answers only.
Kayla, or the only one of the trios from the lake who survived. It made Ona roll her eyes at the thought. Of course, itâs easier to accuse someone else of her betrayal. It makes Ona sick that Lucy chose to believe Kayla and not her.
She doesnât know why Kayla was accusing her, though.
âWhy would she say that?â Ona frowns softly.
âThat is exactly my point.â
That icy tone, again. Ona bites her lips, not knowing what to answer to that. But she doesnât look away when Lucy looks at her right in the eyes.
âWhere is Teagan?â Ona asks again.
âHe went to the river for some water. Heâs not a very good guard if you want my opinion.â
âAt least he believes meâ Ona points out.
Lucy opens her mouth to answer but that is at this very moment that they hear someone walking in their direction. Ona could now recognize Teaganâs footsteps easily. She wanted to tell Lucy that it was him, but the older girl hurries to get out of her tree.
âLucy!â Ona whispers.
She doesnât hear Lucyâs answer or if she does, she even canât see her since she jumps off the tree. Ona feels her heart breaking. This talk was worse than anything else in the world. She just has time to recompose her poker face when Teagan arrives.
âWhere were you?â Ona asks him.
âI was thirsty. I didnât think youâd wake upâ
âYou canât leave like thatâ Ona answers maybe a little too harshly. âWhat if something happens to you and Iâm not here?â
âIâm sorry?â
He seems a little surprised by Ona outburst, and the brunette takes a deep breath to calm herself. Teagan isnât the reason for her fight with Lucy, he doesnât have to deal with Onaâs bad mood.
âNo, Iâm sorryâ Ona sighs softly. âJust tell me when you leave, okay?â
The young boy nods softly, smiling shyly at Ona. The girl smiles back at him, before looking at the sky. She is bored sitting on that tree to be honest, even if she knows it was what they decided with Alexia. But she doesnât even know all the arena, even if Teagan gave her some information about it.
âI was thinking that we can make a reserve of food and water and go to the desert, what do you think? They wonât come to look for us there.â
After all, who can say to Ona that Lucy wonât come back with the other tributes? Sheâs not sure about anything anymore. She doesnât want to explain to Teagan why she proposes that, but the boy seems happy about that idea. He proposes to go pick up some fruits while Ona goes for more water.
They even take some wood, with the lighter they found and the pan, they are even able to boil some water just in case. Without a second thought, they leave their tree to start walking towards the desert.
âIâm not sure that the starting point will be safeâ Ona thinks out loud after several minutes. âMaybe we should take a detourâ
Teagan doesnât discuss this and follows Ona when she decides to stay close to the river during the walk. Lucy went to the starting point; she told her some hours before. Maybe itâs where she is now staying with her teammates. She wonders how many people Seth and Camden have killed since the beginning of the Games.
âHave you heard that?â
Ona frowns and turns in Teaganâs direction. She stops walking, trying to hear what Tegan might have heard.
âWolvesâ she whispers after having heard them. âLetâs not stay here, come on.â
Even if she would rather cross the path of a wolf than Camden, she still wants to live as long as possible. They are not close to the mountain or even the snow, but after all no one can force wolves to stay where they are supposed to be. Plus, they might be hungry after several days.
âThey seem closeâ Teagan mumbles, saying out loud what Ona didnât want to think about.
âItâs okay. When we will be in the desert, they wonât follow us.â
She still walks a little faster though, her ears are attentive to any suspicious noise. Now sheâs careful about human and animal sounds. Ona just really hopes that she wonât have to fight against snake or aggressive camels in the desert.
They were out of the forest now. Ona can see the buildings where they start the Games several days before from here. Itâs just a long plain now, grass as far as the eye can see. Until sheâs finally able to see what looks like some sand after. The bad news is that there is a big land dip between the grass and the sand.
The river falls into it, but Ona canât hear the sound of the water falling in a lake below or even on the ground. The height must be appalling.
âWe need to find a way to cross itâ Teagan says.
Ona nods and looks around, but she doesnât see anything who might help them. No bridge, no branch long enough to go on the other side.
âHow deep is that hole?â Teagan asks, leaning a little to have a better view.
âWant to go see it by yourself?â
The maleâs voice makes them both turn around and Ona feels her stomach drop. Camden and Seth are in front of them, both looking very scary. Camden has one of his knees hidden behind a big home-made bandage. Itâs bloody. Ona doesnât know who hurt him, but it doesnât look good.
Just like their life right now.
In an instinctive way, Ona puts her arm in front of Tegan to make him go behind her. She knows it will be hard for her to protect him. Unlike last time, there isnât any tree for her to hide him.
âWho hurted you, Sweetheart?â Seth asks, coming closer to Ona acting like he wants to touch her face.
âGo awayâ Ona grumbles, making a move to avoid his touch.
She looks for the knife attached to her backpack, taking it in her hand. She still knows she doesnât have any chance, especially with two of them in front of her. But she still can hurt them too, making it easier for anyone else to kill them.
Maybe Lucy. By the way, where is she now? Did they kill her?
Her panic quickly goes down again when she reminds herself that she hasnât heard any canon for a long time now. The last time it was when she killed that boy. She probably is alright.
âAre you really getting ready to fight?â Camden chuckles.
But Ona doesnât answer. She looks at them with attention, ready to fight the first one who will try his chance. The worst possibility is that they both attack her at the same time, she doesnât know sheâs supposed to escape them in that case.
Unfortunately, that is exactly what happened. They just share a look at one point and run towards Ona and Teagan. Itâs the kind of move and understanding coming after having trained it several times.
Teagan screams but Ona doesnât say anything. Both men are fighting with their bare hands, even if Ona saw that they have weapons. Apparently, they donât seem to think that they will need it to fight.
Sheâs not afraid about using her knife herself, protecting Teagan and herself as much as she can. She knows she canât kill them, but if she hurts them enough, maybe they will have time to run away. Camden is the weaker one because of his injury, so Ona concentrates her attacks on him.
At some point, Teagan manages to escape the brawl, crawling to the backpacks Seth and Camden left on the floor.
But Seth sees him.
âHey! Heâs taking your hammer!â he shouts to Camden.
The boy turns around to look and Ona takes advantage of it to hit him on his injured knee with her knife. Hard.
âTeagan, run!â Ona shouts to the boy, over Camdenâs howling of pain.
The hammer makes a metallic sound when Teagan lets it fall on the ground. It must be heavy. Enraged, Camden gives her a massive kick in her stomach while Seth chases Teagan. The hit cuts off Onaâs breath, preventing her from getting up.
Between Camdenâs legs, she can see Teagan running, but it looks like heâs coming closer to them again. Ona doesnât understand his move, until she sees him jumping on Camdenâs back. He manages to make him fall, sadly on Ona. Ona canât retain a whimper of pain.
âEnough! Throw them on the cliff!â
Seth is near them again. He seems to have had enough of this fight, maybe a little ashamed to have been threatened by a girl and a child.
After that, this is a mess of arms, kicks and shouts. Ona and Teagan are fighting for their life.
âOna!â
Ona can hear Lucyâs voice and her head turns in the direction of the sound automatically. Sheâs even able to see her for half of a second before being thrown into the void, Teagan next to her.
âNo!â
Lucyâs scream would probably have emotionalized every single person on earth, but itâs not Onaâs important point for now.
Ona managed to clutch at a root, several metres from the surface. Teagan didnât have that chance. Grief burns her throat, and she has tears in her eyes, preventing her from seeing properly.
Her arms are burning too. After all those days without having eaten and slept enough, she doesnât have the same strength as before.
There are grunts and noise of fights under Onaâs head. It seems like Lucy forgot all the thoughts she has about keeping herself safe with her alliance. Ona tries to ease the burning of her arms and shoulders by pushing on her legs, but the walls are dusty and the more she tries, the more pebbles and sand are falling under her.
She doesnât want to give up though, wanting to catch Lucy when she falls. And maybe help her to reach the surface again.
But it surprisingly isnât Lucy who falls almost two metres away from her. Itâs Seth. Ona froze, looking at his body falling until she couldnât see him anymore. Soon after, there are two shots of cannon.Â
One for Seth.Â
One for Teagan.
âRight, run away to your lying bitch, asshole!â
Lucyâs voice is shaking with what Ona thinks is anger. Ona wants to call the other girl, but she doesnât have the strength to. Sheâs not even sure that Lucy is still here anyway.
At least she was able to see her one more time, Ona thinks. And she wasnât angry this time. Closing her eyes, Ona let her forehead go against the wall. She knows she wonât last long. She just wants to visualise Lucyâs face one more time.
Lucy doesnât know what pushed her to have a look at the cliff. She didn't realise that there were only two shots of cannon, not three. All she knows is that when she sees Ona, she feels like her heart is starting to beat again.
âOnaâ she whispers at first, falling on her knees to see her better before getting into action again. âOna!â she calls a little harder, not wanting to scare the other girl anyway.
They share a look when Ona raises her hand in her direction and Lucy can say that Ona doesnât have any strength left.
âOkay, hold on. Hold on, please.â
She doesnât let Ona answer anything before running to Seth and Camdenâs backpack. She knows what is inside, but she doesnât waste any time, she just flips them upside down to grab the rope she was looking for.
Lucy then runs to the cliff, terrified at the idea of Ona being not here anymore. She is barely holding it. But she is.
âGrab itâ Lucy instructs, throwing a part of the rope to Ona.
The younger one wraps it around one of her arms, ignoring the burning against her skin. With her other arm, she grabs it and looks up again.
She canât see Lucy anymore, but she can feel how much strength sheâs putting in the effort to take her on the surface again. Ona feels like itâs taking an eternity and sheâs pretty sure that she can feel Lucyâs strength getting low. Just when she wanted to tell her to just let her go, Ona can see grass again.
Ona lets go of the rope with one hand, grabbing the grass and the dirt while she pushes on the wall with her legs. The hope gives her suddenly more strength. With a last combined effort, Lucy and Ona manage to put Ona in security again. Or at least on the ground.
Lying on the ground, Ona tries to take her breath. The sky is grey under their head, and she doesnât know if her breathing is hard because of Teaganâs death or the efforts she just put her body in.
âWe need to moveâ Ona hears Lucy say. âIâm pretty sure Camden will come back with Kayla. I should have killed her earlier, why was I so stupid!â
While Ona sits, Lucy puts all the things she thinks they will need into a backpack. Teaganâs one having fallen with him.
âCan you walk?â
Ona can see Lucyâs concern in her eyes. She feels out of it, like if her head isnât with her body anymore. Ona gets up, trying to ignore how her head spins at the movement. She doesnât even realise that sheâs falling, until Lucy catches her, passing her arm around her waist.
âOkay, weâre going to do things in another way.â
Ona looks at Lucy putting a bag on her stomach, before putting the other on Ona's back. Then she makes Ona climb on her back and starts to walk.
âLucyâŚâ Ona whispers, rocked by Lucy's quick walk.
âSh. Just take deep breaths and donât fall asleep, okay?â
Ona just hums, letting her head go into Lucyâs neck. Not falling asleep is harder than she thought. She feels lulled by Lucyâs movements and her scent.
At some point, Ona feels better enough to let the guilt be too big to let Lucy carry her like this for any longer. She kisses Lucyâs neck, smiling softly when she feels the goosebumps under her lips.
âI can walkâ Ona finally says.
âYouâre sure?â
âYeahâ
Lucy stops to slowly put Ona on the ground again. She looks at her closely, looking at any sign that Ona wasnât feeling good. But Ona does, or at least as much as she can with her injuries.
âWhere are we going?â
Ona doesnât recognize that part of the arena, she never came here before.
âTo the mountain. If we get higher, we can see them better.â
Ona nods and lets Lucy grab her hand before starting to walk again. She loses track of time, only concentrating on not falling on a rock. And Lucyâs warm hand in hers. At some point, it starts snowing and Lucy takes them into a cave.
âI saw you had wood in your bag, Iâm going to make a fire, okay?â
Ona nods. Lucy choses a part of the cave hidden from the enter, to avoid the wind. And Ona realises it a little later, not to be seen by someone else. Ona just stays here, looking at the light from the fire on the walls. She realises that sheâs crying only when Lucy sits next to her.
Lucy puts her hand softly on Onaâs back and itâs enough for the younger one to break.
âI wanted to save him. I just couldnâtâ she chokes between tears and sobs.
Teaganâs death is hard to reach for Ona. They spend almost all their time together in the arena. She knew they had only little chance, but in her head, Teagan always would outlive her. She imagined that she would give her life for him.
âHey now, you did everything you could to save him. You saved him several times before today.â
Lucyâs voice is soft, softer than she ever was.
âIt wasnât enoughâ Ona whispers through her tears.
âItâs okayâ Lucy whispers.
Lucy passes both of her arms around Ona waist, taking her against her to rock her softly. Ona doesnât really understand the sweet nothing Lucy whispers into her ears while comforting her, to be honest. But Lucyâs voice is enough.
âIâm sorry I arrived too late to save you bothâ Lucy says at some point, when Ona stops crying. âI thought I was too late for you tooâ
Her voice is only a whisper now, barely stronger than the crackling of the fire in front of them.
âBut then I saw you grabbing this root⌠I was never as relieved as at that moment. I thought I lost you forever.â
Ona sniffles and raises her head to look at Lucy. Until now she had her head on her shoulder, her eyes lost somewhere on the fire. She must look awful but Lucy cups her cheek with the most tender gesture ever and uses her thumb to wipe Onaâs tears.
âEven if I were dead, you wouldnât have lost me.â Ona whispers.
Into Lucyâs eyes, Ona forgets everything. She forgets her injuries, her stomach who hurts like crazy. The grief of Teaganâs death and the fact that they now have mortal enemies, probably looking for them everywhere.
âMy parents arenât okay with me being gayâ Lucy blurts suddenly. âThat is why Jorge was the only one who came to say goodbye. They were ashamed of me being their daughter.â
âHow can someone be ashamed of you?â Ona thinks out loud, before shaking her head softly. âWhy are you telling me this now?â
âBecause Iâm going to kiss you.â
And she does. They havenât kissed for days now, the last time it was before the Games. The kiss is tentative, Lucyâs hand always on Onaâs cheek. But itâs enough to make Ona melts.
Ona presses her body against Lucy after several seconds, but the pain of her injuries are waking up. She canât help but groan in pain, making Lucy let go of her very quickly.
âItâs nothingâ Ona assures when she crosses Lucyâs panicked eyes. âI think I have some bruises somewhere.â
After that, Lucy looks closely at Ona for the first time. She already had seen her face and eyes injured earlier, when they talked in the tree. But now she can see the burns on Onaâs arms, where the rope was.
And of course, Ona took some violent kicks from her fight with Camden and Seth.
âI saw that you had some cream in your backpack, could they be used to those injuries?â Lucy asks.
âI donât know. I received it from the sponsors, after my faceâs injury.â
Lucy hums, reaching for it. Ona gives it to her, looking at Lucy who sniffs it.
âMh. Maybe we will use it just to your face, just in case.â
Ona nods. She doesnât want to die because she puts the wrong cream at the wrong place on her body. She wanted to take it back from Lucyâs hand, but the dark-haired girl hides it behind her back.
âClose your eyesâ she says.
Ona rolls her eyes and obliges, letting Lucy put the cream on her face. She is soft and tender, and Ona feels her body relax a little bit at the touch. She could sleep right now.
âWho hurts you like this?â
It reminds Ona about Sethâs question earlier, but this time there is no fun behind it. Itâs just genuine concern.
âThe boy from the 5. I canât remember his name.â
âIs he the one you killed?â
âYeahâ
Lucy stays silent after this, still taking care of Ona. She insists on seeing Onaâs other injuries, making the girl roll her eyes again. Lucy cleans Onaâs burning on her hand and puts some cold water on her stomach, where she got kicked by Camden.
âNow sleepâ Lucy finally says when sheâs fine with the care she gave to Ona.
Ona frowns and opens her mouth to talk, but Lucy silences her by putting a finger on her lips.
âSleep. Iâll take care of you.â
âWake me up in four hours if Iâm still asleepâ Ona asks.
âSureâ Lucy snorts.
She wonât do it; they both know it already. But Lucy only has to stroke Onaâs hair for two minutes before the girl is out of the world, feeling really safe for the first time since she left her District.
âThis is the first time we are sleeping togetherâ Ona mumbles into Lucyâs knee when she snuggles against her.
Lucy hums, still stroking Onaâs hair. She has a lot to ask to Ona, just like Ona probably has a lot to ask at her. They will talk tomorrow. Tomorrow it will be them against the rest of the world, but for now, Ona needs to rest.
#woso imagine#woso fanfics#ona batlle#ona batlle imagine#lucy bronze#ona batlle x lucy bronze#lucy bronze x ona batlle#lucy and ona#lucy bronze imagine#woso x hunger games
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kaiser with a kind motherly manager who says "you did great!" or "good job!" after a successful interview/press appearance and it sounds like she's praising a dog who just learned a new trick. kind of baby talking him just a little without realizing and he gets so bricked up and immediately bothered by it that he like. speed walks out of the room.
its so bad for him KSDHFJ
its like. the important part of this is that he really kind of rejects the relationship at first i think. kaiser is such a huge pain to deal with and his agency has bounced him through like several diff managers and they've all been driven completely insane by him - men and women. and so they take a different approach and instead of giving someone more professional, they have u step up to the plate
and you're like. an impenetrable wall. you have some experience with kids (maybe your own, maybe just childcare) and it's enough that it makes you this like source of complete Calm. its so easy for people to get annoyed with kaiser
its on purpose too. he knows exactly what buttons to push to make people angry and it's rare someone can get under his skin very sincerely. he figures you'll be just like the rest of them and give up on trying to be his friend or reason with him eventually. they all do.
but. But. you're Maternal in a way that makes kaiser feel like a kid throwing a tantrum any time he does or says things. no matter what kind of insults or berating he does you're just Firm. basically gentle parenting him. AND you're persistent about him.
one time, very much joking, kaiser does something you ask the first time and you practically Beam at him. and maybe just as a reaction, you sort of ruffle his hair and smile with your eyes crinkled and go "see? wouldn't it be nice if you could be a good boy like this all the time?"
instant hard-on. fuck fuck fuck fuck his life fuck everything. thankfully you dont notice but he does and he thinks about ending it all.
and then. subconsciously. he does get just the SLIGHTEST bit more agreeable. just a little tiny bit. and everytime he acts half decent you do the thing again. you really are very Motherly. you're an older woman so he guesses it makes sense but sometimes the way you tell him you'll treat him to dinner after a good match makes him feel the full extent of it. its very mother and her troubled son and he is Less Against that then he should be. the lines are sooooo blurry.
he wants to fight it so bad and he tries so hard but he has a wet dream about you in a way that makes him feel like he's regressed. if he was normal he could pass it off as a crush but the dream is of you letting him suck your tits while you give him a handjob and he stops being able to deny what it is and it plagues and ruins his life.
i think he comes onto you eventually. and it is genuinely in an attempt to push you away and make you disappointed. but then you flip it on him and give him a sexual favor and pull his pants back up for him afterwards and pat his thigh and he's so panicky and Oh No
its so bad JKDFHFSJKD. its so so bad you ruined him and he also becomes possesive over you in a distinct way. it's so misplaced like he's proving freud very right because you're not his mom. you're not.
but the kind of entitlement and the way you are the object of his sexual desire can only be attributed to some weird mother son shit. mind you not a mommy kink. there's not really a roleplay to it for him. he just kind of blatantly wants you to mother him. and it's so so so bad. he's such a freak
#return to sender#psuedocest cw#ask to tag cw#dark content cw#this isnt incest its like. roleplay but well
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Donât Wait For Me After Iâm Gone (pt. 2)
silco x gn!reader - he didnât die AU - tw: canon compliant violence, drug use - 18+
howdy!!! reposted and edited again! Iâm having trouble with all of the links so sorry theyâre not super functional right now. But anyways, I MISS MY WIFE TAILS!!
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The screaming was the worst part. You had been posted outside of The Doctorâs underground laboratory/cave for three hours now, under the orders not to enter unless you wanted to be sedated until the procedure was over.
When the Scientist arrived at the factory, he had started work immediately. The bullets nimbly extracted and quickly stitched, his hand feebly squeezing your own when he could. You had pressed kisses to his damp temples and pushed hair out of his face, back into his rumpled style. Heâd even notice sometimes but it was clear he was in agony.
âIt is good you kept that with you,â The Doctor nodded his head towards the injector lying cracked on the floor towards the far wall. You had thrown it off as soon as it had emptied, âHe would have been unreachable if you had not administered the medicinal serum. It gave him just enough to hold on.â
âSo, heâs going to be okay?â You asked, trying to give that little flame of hope in your chest something to fuel itself.
âHe will survive, yes. Survival at least.â the bandaged man replied cryptically before returning his full attention to Silco, âI suggest making plans to move him to safety. Your opponents will be hunting for you soon if they havenât started already.â Heâd put a hand on your shoulder, âI know where they will not find you.â
Shortly afterwards, you had sprinted all the way back to The Last Drop. Exhausted and shaking, youâd only managed a stammering, âSilco. Heâs- the warehouseâŚâ before promptly passing out into Ranâs arms. Youâd woken up in your bed, apparently you had only been out about 20 minutes.
Now, here you stood, arms crossed and leaning against a rough stone wall. Your nails dug into your skin, trying to center yourself. You couldnât leave, not when he was in pain. Jinx had been permitted in. Whatever had transpired between Jinx and The Doctor had created a new trust. You had wanted to protest but when Jinx set Silco down on the examination table and sat quietly in a chair in the corner, her eyes not moving from Silco, you had surrendered. Jinx needed to know her father wasnât going to be one more thing to haunt her. You could keep watch this time.
Sevika was elsewhere getting her arm fixed once again, and keeping all of the intelligence open for signs of what had been happening in Piltover. Sheâd headed back to The Drop. Running Zaun directly or alone had never been something you wanted. Especially now, with the love of your life still in danger of being lost forever, and your child being the cause on top of whatever had been done to her-
There came another string of rambles, ranging from terror to agony to anger. Occasionally you would hear The Doctor muttering. You could feel the wave of emotions settle between your shoulders, winding up the muscles like snakes tensing to bite. You needed a distraction.
Threats were going to be coming from all sides. Jinx had officially crossed the carefully toed line of impertinent interference that Silco had perfected. You didnât know what the aftermath of the missile had been, and it didnât take a genius to guess. A part of you didnât care. Fuck the Topsiders for needing to be brought to the battlefield. Still, you couldnât ignore the stiffness setting in your arms and neck, your hands clenched into fists as tears began to resurface.
Another moan of pain, this one low and mournful⌠your name again. You covered your ears and tried to fight the urge to bust through the door.
Fuck it. Youâd rather be sedated then hear one more second of this without being able to help. Hands flew to the door handle of their own accord, but were met with the empty air as the door opened first.
Jinxâs pink eyes bore into your own, flat, âDoc say you can come in. Apparently heâs though the worst. Dadâll- be okay.â She sounded completely drained.
You gathered Jinx in a tight hug, wanting to offer any sort of comfort you could, âHeâs going to understand. Weâve been so worried about you, Blue.â
âI killed him.â She mumbled into your shoulder, âI almost-â
âBut you didnât,â you pulled back to look in her eyes, your hands pushing her bangs off of her forehead to finally get a good look. She was so pale now, worse than before, almost spectral. Her freckles and dark makeup only making her appear more sickly, she was smeared with dirt and blood and crusted tears. Her eyes werenât glowing anymore, but their pale blue had been consumed by the eery magenta of Shimmer. âHe knows how much youâre struggling. He isnât dead. It was an accident. He knows that.â
Jinx didnât look convinced, only lifting your arms off of her and pushing past into the fissures beyond, âI just need to be alone.â She turned before she crossed behind the faint lantern glow, âYou know where to find me,â and then she was gone.
You waited, letting the compulsion to run after her and comfort her dissolve for a later time. If anything would be able to get through to Jinx it would be Silco himself. In order for him to get the chance, however, you needed to make sure Silco would stay alive. Jinx was smart, and knew when and how to lay low. She would be alright for a few hours. With a deep breath and you headed into the attached cavern.
âDoctor, Is he-â your gaze mimed fixated on the disheveled and miserable man strapped to the gurney. At the sound of your voice Silcoâs eyes landed on you, relief washing over his expression the moment he processed what he was seeing. âThank Jannah, Sil,â you sighed, stepping and crossing the space. Your hand fell into his, fitting perfectly into his palm, warm and alive and responsive. With a smile you took your free hand and pushed the strands of charcoal and ash hair out of his face, âHey there, handsome.â You beamed.
The once bright orange iris, now matching his daughterâs pink hue, was scanning along your features, relief washing over the face you had come to love more than you had ever thought possible. His pale blue eye was just as intently looking at you, but his eyelid hung heavy with exhaustion, âWhatâs a creature like you,â his voice was strained and low, rumbling out of his chest more than his throat, âdoing in a place like this?â
Your mind played the first time he had said that to you as you grinned, âThat line is still too cheesy to work.â
âBetter than the look you gave me when I said it then.â He hummed as your hand moved from his hair to brush his cheek, âDid I ever tell you it was Jinxâs idea?â
âTo try and hit on me after saving my life or?â You laughed lightly.
âTo tell you,â he wheezed for a second as a flare of purple raced up his skin and into his damaged iris, âah, how pretty you looked.â You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the pain seemed to become just a little less.
âSo you settled on calling me a creature?â You scoffed teasingly.
âIs now the time for such, frivolous things?â The Doctorâs tone was annoyed as he cut in. He started undoing the straps holding Silco down, and he motioned for you to help him.
You looked at the scientist with one brow raised as Silco sighed, âIâve nearly died today. It makes a man think about things⌠differently,â his gaze didnât move from your face, like he was studying it for the first time. You were used to his staring habit, but this felt different. Maybe it was the drugs, âso beautiful,â he muttered so low, he probably hadnât even noticed heâd said it.
âShut up, old man,â you smiled, âSave your breath.â
The Doctor moved to your side of the table, batting you away as he began to unstrap his arm and head. Which was only fair since you hadnât even started to undo the buckle. Your hand slipped away from Silcoâs and you immediately missed the feeling. The anxiety that boiled in your stomach was vicious and your skin seemed to itch with the need to continue to make sure Silco was truly alive and real, on the mend and going to survive. Once the kingpin was free, the Doctor took his pulse, then gently helped him rise to a sitting position. His face contorted with the pain but eased as he breathed through it. At last, Doc looked towards you and nodded, giving his permission, you could fully take in your paramour.
Silcoâs left arm was protectively hugged around his bandage wrapped torso, his smoldering eye still pulsing pink as was itâs seafoam counterpart. His hair was haphazard and his makeup smeared away long ago, the ashen skin of his scar visible in large smudges. You wrapped your arms around him as gently as you could manage, still causing him to hiss ever so slightly. His heartbeat thumped away under your ear, protected in his rib cage, fast and a little irregular. His smell was tainted with blood and sweat but it was still him. His free arm pulled you closer, his nose resting on top of your head. Together you breathed. Just for a moment that to you, felt like the exact eternity you needed to find your voice.
âDonât ever scare me like that again.â
He chuckled deep in his chest, âI promise to try and not make it a habit, my lovely.â
You only burrowed further into his arms in reply. Your home was here. Safely by Silcoâs side, in his arms, breathing and basking in the gift of having more time. Just as the tension had begun to ease from your shoulders Silco spoke again, âWhere is Jinx? Is she alright?â
You met his gaze, âSheâs⌠upset. She didnât mean to kill you. I think sheâs headed back to her lab. I wanted to go with her butâŚâ
âBut you needed to make sure I would be alright first.â He gently finished and ran a hand through your hair, âThank you for saving me. Now weâre officially even.â He let his fingertips stroke your cheek, âWe need to get to Jinx. I need to tell her I forgive her.â
âYou wonât be able to walk on your own yet, old friend.â The Doctor spoke up again from his desk across the room, apparently he had returned to his more important projects, âYour body is still processing the serum. You donât have your daughterâs vitality.â
Silco frowned over at the old scientist, âI think I can manage. And anyways,â he looked down at you, âI wonât be alone.â
You nodded, and stepped out of his embrace to help him down and onto his feet. As he touched the stone floor however, his legs seemed to buckle and he fell onto you heavily with a grunt of pain. You caught him and let him get his grip on the edge of the gurney. His teeth grinding as he pulled himself upwards, âSil? Are you-?â
âItâs fine.â The ever stubborn Eye of Zaun commanded. The Doctor and you shared a quick look.
You knew he was lying but he had more pressing concerns than his own comfort at the moment, âCan you?â he gestured vaguely around himself. Asking for help was still not something he was completely comfortable with, but you knew what he meant.
You shifted around him, so one of your arms was around his midsection, the other was holding his hand as his own arm swept over your shoulders. Jinxâs Lab and The Last Drop were a bit of a walk away. The Doctor, grumbling all the while, retrieved a cane from some depths of his caverns and gave you what doses Silco might need if he took a sudden turn. With measured steps you began to lead Silco to the door. Just before you crossed the threshold, Silco tugged and stopped, âThank you, Doctor. My family owes you a great debt.â
A stiff and matter of fact âI know.â was the only reply he received.
Silco pressed a kiss to your temple and together you set off.
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a little scene prompt game to get me writing!
from @eddiesgaymustache : prompt 2 cheddy boogaloo: 10, đđđĽ
bonus visuals if you want to know how i picture them [ 1 ] [ 2 ]
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[đđđĽ + cheddy + 10: spooning at night]
âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â
Teddy looks up from the glass sheâs pouring, blinks at Chuck, blinks again, and says, âWhat,â
Chuck blinks back at her, stalling out like theyâre playing back what they said, before suddenly snorting into their drink and having to hold a hand under their chin to save their shirt from falling victim to rogue rosĂŠ.
Teddy watches them fondly, raising her brow and waiting for Chuck to try again.
âNo, wait, not likeâ,â Chuck laughs, waving their hand like theyâre clearing the question from the record, âI meant like⌠when you were little, who did you think you were going to be?â
Teddy shakes her head, endeared, and says faux-wistfully, âI dunno. I think as a kid I always envisioned myself getting to go by Teo when I left home,â
Teo, unfortunately, did not fly. Not only was it deemed too boyish by her mom, but it was also her Abueloâs nickname of choiceâwho she was named after, by the way. So it was either nothing or Doraâwhich, to this day, still makes her feel like sheâs breaking out in hives. Teddy came later though, when she ran track in high school. One of the girls she got close with that year called out to her with it during practice, and it just stuck. Itâs not Teo, but sheâs grown quite fond of it.
At the mention of the name, though, Chuck brightens, straightening up from where theyâd been trying to set the bottle and nearly empty glass safely on the floor from the bed, and says, so earnestly itâs almost comical, âI call you Teo!â
Teddy barks out a laugh. Okay. So Chuck is maybe a little deeper into the bottle of rosĂŠ than she is. She just nods, acquiescing, âYou sure do, rockstar,â
Chuck just tips their headâfollowed by their torsoâto the side like it weighs too much, grinning from ear to ear. They end up toppling down the rest of the way, the side of their face smushed into the pillow at Teddyâs hip.
They grin up at Teddy, body folded awkwardly but looking pleased as punch about it, before scrunching up their nose and saying, âOkay, for real this time. What did little Teodora VĂĄsquez want to be when she grew up?â
Teddy makes a face, and flicks Chuckâs forehead, âDonât government-name me, you ass,â
Laughter bubbles up from their chest, followed by a snort that should really be unflattering, but somehow never is.
âDunno,â Teddy eventually sighs, wine-heavy in her own way, absently curling her finger through an errant lock of Chuckâs hair, âI think I always thought Iâd be a doctor or something like that. Something helpful,â
Chuckâs eyes, glazed and unfocused with alcohol, go wide and adoring, âYou are. You are helpful,â
Teddy hums on a smile. Takes a prolonged sip from her glass.
âAnd! Youâll be even more helpful once you pass your paramedic cert next month,â they add, conspiratorially, nodding over at the textbooks that Teddy abandoned on the nightstand earlier in the evening, like itâs a sure thing. Their confidence always makes Teddyâs heart feel warm and full, âand thatâs like, basically a doctor, right? Look at you! Growing up to be the thing you wanted,â
âYeah, I guess so,â Teddy snorts, then sighs. It is a thought sheâs had in the past. That maybe all the time she spent in and out of hospitals growing up would actually land her somewhere good. Somewhere useful. Worthwhile.
âYouâre the coolest,â Chuck adds, one uncoordinated finger coming up to poke Teddy in the chin.
Or maybe it just landed her here, who-knows-how-many glasses of wine deep into Chuckâs mattress, during a 48-off. Heavy, slow. Happy.
Maybe, somehow, itâs the same thing.
âYeah yeah, says the Wunderkind,â Teddy laughs, swatting the hand out of her face before she finally wiggles her way to slide down further against the headboard, getting settled with her cheek in hand and elbow propped up on the pillow next to Chuck, looking down at them, âWhat about you, huh? What did the little cherub-faced Beverly Charlton want to be when they grew up?â
Between one breath and the next, Chuck gets a faraway look in their eyeâalmost like they werenât expecting to have their own question sent back around. Knowing them, they maybe werenât.
Teddy watches their lashes flutter, something somber pulling across their face like a wave. For a moment, sheâs worried she shouldnât have pulled the full name out, even in jestâbut then Chuck is swallowing harshly and taking a breath.
Their eyes stay trained on the ceiling past Teddyâs head when they say, âLoved, I think,â
Teddy feels her own expression collapse, a wounded sound in her throat.
Then, with a with a gasp of a breath through their nose, itâs like Chuck comes back to themself; sitting upright so suddenly they almost collide with Teddy.
Chuckling awkwardly, they clear their throat, âSorry, sorry, that wasnâtâI didnât mean⌠um. Didnât mean for that to sound so pathetic,â
Teddy doesnât like that Chuckâs back is to her.
âChuck,â she says.
Chuck hesitates for a moment before peering sheepishly back over their shoulder.
Teddy gives her best pleading eyes and pout, sets her glass on the nightstand with her coursework, and just reaches her newly freed hand out to Chuck, wiggling her fingers for good measure.
Chuck looks a little watery, but it seems like thatâs all the permission they need before theyâre collapsing back down at Teddyâs side, letting her arrange the two of them however she pleases.
Theyâve done this enough over the years for it to not be too odd, as long as she doesnât think about it too hard. How much she likes having Chuck close like this. How Chuck lets her, every time. So Teddy tucks them together, back to chest, arms wrapped around Chuckâs middle. Reaches over them to fumble with the lamp to turn out one of the two dim lights theyâd had on, and settles.
They lay quietly for a while, just breathing, before Teddy finds the courage to murmur, sleepy and slow to the back of Chuckâs neck, âYou did too,â
A beat of quiet. Then Chuck hums in question.
âYou said I grew up to be the thing I wanted to be as a kid,â Teddy mumbles, teetering on the edge of sleep, âYou did too,â
Chuck doesnât say anything else, but Teddy feels the sniffle in their chest, and she doesnât say anything either. Just squeezes a little tighter, and lets sleep come for them both.
#slaps the top of whatever this is. this bad boy can fit so much unexplained lore#âwhat loreâ well thatâs none of my business#anyways. gjgjfjdxh blowing a kiss at em and e this is for u both#mostly i just didnât want to think about discourse. so. bon apetit!#hotshots on xyz on 911 on abc#iinryer fic
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Out of Our Minds (Part Four)
Ledger!Joker x Harley Quinn-esque f!reader (18+)
CW: swearing, mentions of blood
Words: 5.9k
Chapter Summary: More sessions pass and while you learn more about the Joker, the pull you feel towards him grows stronger. Yet this time, it feels like everything is starting to change...
Previous part: Part 3
Notes: We back, and things are really picking up this time. Hope this distracts everyone who might be going through a tough time right now. <3 Things really pick up in this one, and I'm already excited to drop the next part lol. Have fun with this one!
With every session your infatuation for the Joker only grows.
At first, you tell yourself it comes from your want (well, need) for him to progress, both for the sake of actually seeing him healed and for the sake of your survival. Then eventually, you think it comes from the fact that his mind truly is incomprehensible, and you want to know whatâs going on inside of it, want to crack open his skull and see every gear. But now, youâre not even sure what it is exactly that keeps you feeling empty anytime youâre not in a session with the Joker. You donât know what youâre chasing anymore. Everything is just one big mind fuck.
Slowly, the Joker becomes more and more human to you. Where others still see some kind of raving, homicidal madman, you see a person.Â
As your sessions carry on, you tell him more things about you, and you learn more things about him. He likes junk food. He is skilled with almost every gun known to man. He owns over thirty blades. His sleep schedule is so all over the place that he doesnât even know what day it is ever. He prefers nights over mornings. He drinks his coffee with lots of creamer. Every fact youâve tucked away in your mind and youâre not sure for what.
You like it when he tells you something personal about himself, but he likes when you do it even more. âI was a gymnast for a long time,â you told him once, much to his surprise. Even you hadnât expected to get into that part of your life. âI had to stop once I started going to school, just got too busy, but I was real good at it.â
âGymnastics, huh?â He said, grinning, and you figured he must be imagining you, usually so rigid, flying through the air. It sounded like a joke. You were surprised he wasnât laughing. âSo, youâre pretty, ah, light on your feet?â
You smiled to yourself, thinking of all the memories. It had felt so nice to throw yourself into all that hard work. When you were flipping in the air, you felt free. âGuess you could say that. Certainly hasnât come in handy though, in my line of work.â
âIt may come in handy with mine. Youâd probably make a good fighter, Doctor l/n.â
The thought of you fighting anyone made you laugh out loud. Have you thought about fighting people before? Of course. All your life people have hurt you and you wanted to hurt them back. But in the end, you had decided that wouldnât do any good. Now, however, as you kept imagining it, the Joker appeared at your side, and you were winning this fight, him laughing maniacally beside you. It sent a sort of thrill through you. You didnât like it. âLuckily, Iâm not in your line of work.â
He had winked. âYou can always change your mind.â
Alongside learning bits of things about him, he also taught you a few new skills, probably antsy to test them out considering heâs strapped to a bed most of the time. He (as best as he could still cuffed to a table) tried to teach you to pick a lock, how to get a perfect shot with a gun, how to rig up TNT. It was nothing you needed to know, nor anything you thought he should be thinking about, but you went along anyway because it was best he knew you were there to support his interests. As dark as they wereâŚ. Youâd work on that.Â
After your last session, you decided to bring something up to Mr. Dale.
âDoctor y/n, your progress has been very minimal,â he had commented as you walked up to him, before you could even open your mouth.
You frowned. âItâs the Joker, sir. Itâs not going to move very fast-â
âWell, I am tired of waiting. The longer he sits in that cell I fear the worse heâll get, and then what? He snaps and tries to kill us all?â He cleared his throat, adjusting his collar. You wanted to smack him. âIs there any way you could hurry up the process?â
Donât rush me, was what you wanted to scream, but that wasnât going to get you anywhere but kicked to the curb. âI do think I have an idea,â you said, trying to direct him to why you came up to him in the first place. âYou need to let me bring in his makeup.â
Mr. Daleâs eyebrows shot up. And, of course, he began to laugh. If it werenât for growing used to the Joker doing it so often, it would really piss you off. âYou want to turn him back into a clown? Miss l/n, I fear that would only encourage him.â
âFirst off, itâs Doctor l/n,â you point out sternly. Youâve had enough of him treating you like less. If thereâs another thing the Joker has taught you, itâs to not take shit from others. âAnd second, I want him to embrace himself. If he can be this clown persona he sees him as, we can take this persona and shape it so that itâs less⌠violent. Then, the makeup will no longer be something he associates with villainy. Please, Mr. Dale, I know what Iâm talking about.â
You smiled wide as Mr. Daleâs face fell, absolutely shattered by your words. He wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead. âAlright, Doctor l/n, I will allow it however if it ends badly-â
âIt wont.âÂ
âYouâre getting too comfortable. Itâs his fault, Iâm sure. I was right, he breaks people.â
You wish you could grab him by the collar and pull him close, but instead you settle on a deadly glare, looking him right in the eye. âIâm not broken. J isnât broken.â
âWell, youâve changed.â
You scoffed and turned away. âSee you later, Mr. Dale.â
You have changed. Youâre not sure if itâs for the better or not.
âââââââââ
For your session, you walk in with a gentle smile, the tubes of makeup in your bag clinking together. Youâre going to keep it a surprise, for later in the season. Youâre not really sure why you feel giddy, but you do. It sort of outweighs your exhaustion, youâd run to the store late that night to pick up the same paints the Joker was said to have used. And when the guards finally let you in through the door, your smile grows even wider at the sight of the Joker, who is already smiling back at you. Not just because of the scars, itâs an actual smile. At first, his smiles had been menacing, but now you feel theyâre actually kind of⌠nice. âWell, hello, doll face. So lovely to see you again.â
âHiya, Mr. J,â you respond, taking your seat. âHow are you doing today?â
âYou know me, Doctor l/n, your presence puts me in a much better mood.â He props his chin up on his fist. âYou look beautiful today.â
The past few sessions, Joker has certainly grown more flirty. Itâs not something youâre a stranger to, the other patients have tried their hand at it, usually to try and get on your good side, but itâs different coming from Joker. You know he likes to rile you up, but you canât help but feel the words are mostly genuine. âI look like this everyday,â you point out, not wanting to show him how his words affect you.Â
âAnd you are, ah, beautiful everyday, doll.â
âMr. J, refrain from flattery, please.â
He bows his head, pretending to be upset like a kicked puppy. âOh, youâre no fun sometimes, Dr. l/n. You know I like to tease ya.â
âSome of the guards told me youâre allowed to roam around your cell now,â you say, trying to switch the subject before he can completely throw you off course. Heâs good at that. âHow are you liking that?â
âHmmmm, well, I, ah, went from being stuck permanently standing in a small cell and now I can walk around the cell. Once youâve walked it once youâve, ah, seen it all.â He looks to one side of the room. âA wall there.â His head swerves to the other. âOh, and one there too! What a surprise!â He chuckles to himself. Nothing makes Joker laugh more than his own nonsense.Â
âSo, not much better?â
Joker shakes his head. âNah ah ah, not one bit. Can barely even make a ruckus too, the doors conceal all my banging and kicking and laughing. The guards canât even get annoyed with me.â
You bite your cheek. âYou really like being a nuisance, huh?â
âI do like to make people tick.â He wets his lips. âEspecially pretty psychiatrists with sharp minds.â
Already, you can feel your cheeks warming. Embarrassment, thatâs all it is. You, once again, try and take the conversation back to what you actually need to be in there for. âHow about we get started, huh?â
Joker nods, smacking his lips together. Despite how much he licks them, theyâre always chapped, the skin cracking. âWhat am I in for today? I feel weâve talked about everything we possibly can.â
âAnd yet youâre no closer to getting out of here, are you?â You smirk at him as you bring out your clipboard. âI feel like Iâve been keeping it too light these past few sessions. Iâve learned a lot about you but you still wonât let me reach past the barrier.â
âWhat barrier?â
âThe barrier between you and whoever you were before you became the Joker.â
His lips twist into a frown. Again, his past touches a nerve. âDolly,â he warns, âIâve told you, whatever came before doesnât matter. Iâve always been the Joker. You wonât find anything past that.â
Once again, Joker is being a stubborn ass. As much as you enjoy talking with him, he also drives you nuts. âYouâre saying your life started once Batman came to the scene?â
âHe gave me purpose. Whatâs a joke without the punchline? Batman is the punchline.âÂ
âYou were a child once, Joker.â
âLike most people, yes.â
âAnd how was your childhood?â
He ignores your question, grumbling as he stares at his cuffed wrists, rotating them as you sit there expectantly. You realize heâs not going to answer you and groan. So, he doesnât want to dive into the past. Youâre not going to force him. Prying was never the best way to go about things. Youâd leave it alone again⌠for now. âOkay, sorry, Mr. J, we can move on. Is there anything that youâd like to talk about?â
Joker raises an eyebrow, not confused but suspicious. âYouâre just gonna turn it into some kind of analysis moment, arenât you?â
He knows me too well. âWell, that is my job. But no. Just, talk to me.â You hold your hands together, resting your chin on them. âAbout anything.â
âHmmmm.â He looks like heâs having trouble thinking of something. âIâve been thinking about Batman.â
âB-Man.â Of course. âWhat have you been thinking about him?â
âThose last moments I saw him, his expression. He looked so shattered.â Youâre not really sure what heâs talking about, and youâre sure your face betrays this but he goes on anyway. âOh, Iâd live for a moment like that again. Seeing Batman react to my schemes, itâs so pleasing.â
âDo you consider your vendetta against Batman more for yourself or on behalf of the people of Gotham?â
He points at you. âThereâs the analysis question. You can calm down there, Doc.â Joker coughs. âBehalf makes me sound like mister tall, dark, and dorky,â he snorts. âIâm trying to pull back everyoneâs mask, but especially the Batâs. I mean I, ah, already broke down Harvey Dent.â
That makes you go still. You hadnât thought much on Harvey Dent, or how what Joker did may have affected him. Youâre not sure if broken is the right word. Maybe scarred. Figures. âThe explosion. Right.â
âPoor, poor Harvey Dent. Gothamâs White Knight broke right in half. All because of me!â
You frown. âHarvey Dent died a noble man, Joker. Batman killed him all because Harvey was trying to do good.â
Jokerâs eyebrows shoot up. âHarvey Dent is dead? And Batsy killed him?â
Oh, fuck. You clap a hand over your mouth, shaking your head. You werenât supposed to say anything. It was an accident, you hadnât meant to let it slip. âI⌠no, I mean, yes but-â you stumble to try and cover it up but thereâs no going back. Joker knows. And, honestly, who cares? He was going to figure it all out eventually. You take a deep breath. âYes. Harvey Dent is dead. Batman killed him and five other people. And then Batman⌠he disappeared.â
Joker shoots up from his chair, and it takes you aback, causing you to squeal. You instinctively push your back into the chair while Joker looms over you. Youâre not sure what heâs feeling, his mouth a thin line, his nostrils fuming. âDoll, why didnât you tell me this earlier?â he hisses.
âI⌠my bosses didnât want me to. They were scared of what youâd do. That this would inspire youâŚâ
You wait for him to yell, to react violently, but instead he laughs. This time though, it isnât a creepy giggle or a small chuckle, itâs a full body laugh, the kind that contorts his body. It sounds like it hurts. âBatsy killing people?â he chokes out. âI donât believe it. No, I donât believe it-tah one bit.â He clutches his stomach. âBatman is a very hard person to break, believe me.â
âYou⌠you donât think he killed all those people?â
âHa! Absolutely not. He wouldâve killed me too, he had me in the perfect place to do it, multiple times. No no no, somethingâs wrong about thisâŚâ
Slowly, you loosen your posture, moving back closer to the table. Youâve never even thought that any of that mess could have been something made up. âIâm confused,â you admit.Â
âDoll, do you know how hard I tried to get Batman to kill me? He wonât do it! He just wonât. Heâs got his, ah, one rule, his precious little moral code. He had me in the perfect position to kill me so many times yet he didnât take any of those chances. Yet now he says heâs killed off five people including Gothamâs little savior? Puh-lease. Thereâs more to this story than theyâre letting up.â
You hadnât thought about it that way at all. Well, probably because you had no reason to. Joker knew more about Batman than any Gothamite did. You didnât know much about him other than his attempts at stopping crime. Who were you to know Batman supposedly didnât kill? You admit, it was strange that he had a streak of getting rid of criminals in ways that didnât involve killing, then suddenly turned and killed a few people? âAre you sure you didnât⌠break him?â
âNo, if I did Iâd know it. Iâd feel it. The Bat is about as stubborn as me, doll. And now heâs in hiding?â He sniggers, a hand gently touching his lips. âSounds like some kind of, ah, twisted joke. The Bat is hiding something.â
âIâm sure heâs hiding lots of things.â
âWhatever this is though Iâm curious about it.â
Of course. You just ignited a flame in him. Idiot. âCuriosity killed the cat, you know.â
âGood thing they got nine lives.âÂ
The more you think about it, the more intrigued you are. Batman has always been shrouded in mystery for you. Was he good? Was he bad? And now it turns out his story is all over the place, that it doesnât make sense? You kind of wanted to know now too. âDo you think it has to do with Harvey?â
âOnly one way to, ah, find out.â
âWhich is?â
He looks at you like the answer is obvious. âDrive the Bat out of hiding, of course.â
There it is. Mr. Dale was right. You shouldnât have told him. He was going to find out eventually but now was not the time. Shit. âJ, you canât-â
He cuts you off. âYou donât like the Bat, do you?â
âWell, no, but-â
âThen donât you wanna know what his little secret is? It must be somethinâ real special if heâs, ah, abandoned Gotham. Doesnât sound very heroic to me. Sounds rather dull.âÂ
You know Jokerâs dead set on getting back Batman for his own amusement, but what of you? What reason would you want to go find him for other than to expose him? He locked up Joker and left him here to rot. He killed five people plus Harvey Dent. He gets to hide away while people still root for him, safe from consequences. Everyone else suffers. Maybe Joker has a point. âIâm just a psychiatrist working Arkham asylum, Mr. J, trying to seek out the Batman is far above my pay grade,â you finally say, snorting, trying to get the idea out of your head. âB-Man canât hide forever.â
âYouâre right. Because weâll drive him out.â
âWe?â
âWell, you like to do good, donât you? Little miss Mother Teresa, over here. Youâve already offered me friendship. So come on, help me, help Gotham, help us all!â He shows you his yellowing teeth. âOr, are you not as good as you think you are?â He reaches out with his hands suddenly, moving towards you. They only reach about halfway across the table, stopped by his cuffs, but you still jump. âWhatâs behind that mask, dear? Tell me what you really want. Let. It. Slip. Every dirty detail.âÂ
Youâre trembling now. Like a rabbit caught in a trap. âI⌠Iâm not sure Iâm following.â
âYouâre not as good as you think you are, dolly. I can see it! I, ah, can sense the darkness looking beneath your white coat.â
What the hell was Joker going on about? That you were as rotten as he was? You werenât. You had dark thoughts sometimes, yes, but you werenât crazy. You werenât crazy. You werenât. You werenât bad you- âI donât know what you want from me,â you whisper.
As your voice gets quieter, Joker gets louder. âIs that it? You feel all fine and dandy in this shitty life of yours, locked up with me in this madhouse? The people out there donât care about you, they donât care about any of us. But youâre fine with it, huh? Like a little pet pooch nipping at their heels. Youâre just being optimistic!â
âJoker-â
âTell me,â he demands, âwhat you really want! I want to break Batman! I want to strip all of Gotham down to its rotting core! And you want to keep yourself beneath their boots? Dolly, please, youâre much much more than that.â
Heart thumping, you canât take his words anymore. You stand up abruptly, slamming your hands on the table. âFine! You wanna know what I want? I want to hurt every single person around here who has done me wrong! Every single person who ignored me or disregarded me, everyday I wish I could just rip them apart. I- I hate everyone. I hate this stupid fucking place because everyone treats me like shit and at first I was only trying so hard at this because I can harldy survive and they told me that if your sanity improved then Iâd get a raise!â What is with you today? You clap your hands over your mouth, hands shaking. Fuck, Joker was going to be pissed. Oh, goddammit. âJ⌠I- I didnâtâŚâ You struggle to find the words, trying to keep looking him in the eyes. They give nothing away. He is silent. âMr. J-â
Then, out of nowhere, he cackles. He throws his head back, neck exposed, and laughs into the air, the howls of his laughter echoing throughout the room. Immediately, youâre caught off guard. You canât tell if heâs laughing because it amuses him or because heâs angry. Even when he calms down enough to look at you and smile, you still canât tell, and you continue to shake. âDoll,â he begins through his laughs, âthatâs exactly what Iâm looking for.â He doubles over with howling laughter again and youâre not sure if you should be scared or confused. âThis whole time you just wanted a raise! So you took on little old me?â
Thereâs a lump in your throat. You swallow it down. âI didnât have much of a choice but yes⌠it was that or be fired. But I did really want to help you, Mr. J. Are- are you mad?â
âMad? No! I am, ah, lovinâ this side of you. Itâs so cruel.â
That certainly took a weight off your shoulders, and you finally took a long breath in. Fucking hell, Joker was confusing. Guilt still gnawed at you. âYouâre right, Iâm just as selfish as you say people are,â you mumble.
âExactly,â he hisses. âBut it takes guts to admit it, especially to someone who, ah, doesnât exactly handle things very nicely.â
âIâm so sorry, J.â
âDonât apologize. It doesnât mean anything to me.â
âThen I donât know what to do now. Youâre set on getting Batman out of hiding, Iâm going fucking crazy right now, everything feels so weird.â
Joker seems to find the utmost pleasure in your unraveling. âDoll, whatâs in the bag?â
The question takes you off guard. âWhat?â
âWhen you came in, you were all giddy, and I could hear something moving in your bag I havenât heard before. What is it?â
Ever so perceptive. âOh⌠uh,â you fumble through your bag, bringing out the three tins of paint. âYour paint. They⌠they let me bring it for you.â
Jokerâs smile falters a bit, yet he doesnât look upset, just surprised. âMy paint⌠You really brought it for me?â
You nod. âY-yes.â
His voice dips low. âPut it on me then.â
Now that takes you by surprise. More than anything else thatâs happened to you today.
The Joker is so guarded off, yet heâs inviting you in, allowing you to not just touch his face but apply his makeup. It feels sacred. This is a part of him that makes him not just recognizable, but feared. And here you are, being asked to put it on him. Itâs so wrong it feels⌠right? It scares you.
âAre you sure you-?â
âPut it on me, y/n.â
If this is a test, youâre not exactly sure how to pass. But his look is unnerving and so you stand up, pulling yourself onto the table between you, a lump in your throat. You feel frazzled as you move close to him, bending your legs to the side of you as you settle on your thighs. This is the closest youâve ever been to him. You can see every line of his scars, every wrinkle and crease on his face. âOkay,â you say, more to yourself than to him. You grab the white paint to the side of you, screwing off the lid and taking a large glob of the substance.
You loom close to him, your fingers wet with white paint, waiting for a sign that heâs okay with this. You donât dare breathe, scared that any movement, any sound, will shut him down. But to your surprise, he doesnât back away, he nods. Keep going. Your fingers finally land on his cheek, right beneath his eye, and you gasp at how warm his skin is. Joker shows nothing on his face to reveal how he feels except for the way his eye twitches slightly at your touch, his cheek twitching along with it. As you start to paint around his face, everywhere but his scars and lips, you wonder if his reaction stems from a disdain of being touched or from not having been touched so gently in so long.Â
âMr. J,â you whisper, and you can feel your hands start to shake again but you quickly steady them. Once his face is fully white, you dig into the black paint. He notices this and closes his eyes, letting you rub the dark paint in circles until each of his eyes look like theyâve settled into two, painted voids. When he opens his eyes again, theyâre still trained right on you. âWhat am I doing?â you ask to no one in particular.
Joker doesnât answer your question. He doesnât have one for you anyways other than the obvious. âThe red now, doll.â
âY-yes, of course.â Quickly, you grab the red paint and stick your fingers in, moving them towards Jokerâs lips but stopping. Putting the makeup on his face had been intimate enough but⌠his scars? That was a whole different kind of territory. âJâŚâ
âDo it,â he murmurs, and itâs so quick you still wait, your hand just in front of his mouth shaking. This had to be a test. Some kind of sick joke. âDoll, can you, ah, hear me? I said âdo itâ.âÂ
You want to protest, but for what? He made it clear what he wants. So, you begin to smear the red across his lips, moving first to the scar on his right, your entire body shuddering as your fingers touch the sunken in skin where the carvings were made, the mangled flesh around it, every bump and curve. You donât understand why anyone would ever find these scars ugly. To you, the way they healed, the way they are a part of him, thereâs something hauntingly beautiful about it.
Godammit, J is beautiful.
As you continue to smear the red paint, he looms closer. âDo you wanna know,â he whispers, âhow I got these scars?â
âIâŚâ Of course you do. Everyday since youâve met him, you go home and you canât help but see his smile. See those scars. And you canât help but wonder how they got there. You imagine a blade ripping across his mouth, drawing so much blood it drips down his chin. Youâve imagined him screaming in pain. Youâve imagined him uttering not a peep as the blade pierces his skin. So many possibilities. This was the barrier youâd been hoping to jump. âYes,â you finally rasp.
âI can, ah, never get the story straight. Itâs like a black hole, doll. A black hole in my mind. Thereâs so many ways I couldâve gottem, so many ways I think I gottem. Whatâs real? Whatâs not? Who the fuck cares?â Even with a furious growl in his voice, he laughs. âI canât remember what it really was that did it. There was a horrible father. A wife who I tried so hard for. There was war, and violence, the mob, and so much pain. Iâve seen a lot. Maybe theyâre all real memories, maybe theyâre not, doesnât matter! I hated the scars at first, I really did, but now? I embrace them because there is just so much to smile for. Iâve got so much left to do in this city. So much fun left to have. But thereâs something Iâve been missing.â
You rub your thumb over his right scar, drawing in a shaky breath. âWhat is that?â
âI have all these plans, all these ideas and feelings over what I do and yet Iâve never thought anyone good enough to share them with. People, ah, will only be good to you for a while before runninâ off with your secrets, itâs just human nature. I didnât feel a kinship to anyone until you came along, Doctor l/n.â When he smiles, you feel the movement beneath your finger. âLook at you. So lonely. Letting everyone spit on you. Yet here you are, being so kind to me. Iâm sure you imagined I couldâve killed you for keeping me along for a stupid paycheck, but you admitted it to me anyways. You are pulling back your own mask, right in front of me. You know you couldnât fix me, right?â
You can feel tears welling in your eyes at his words, guilt gnawing at you. âI wanted to try at first. But now⌠I- I donât want to fix you. I like what you are.â
âThat,â he growls, âis exactly why Iâm so drawn to you. I know, doll, that you crave something more than what you have now, this world kicking you down over and over and over again. I know the feeling. Youâve got nothing and everything to lose. Yet you manage to smile amidst the darkness. You smile in the face of pure chaos.â
âI donât understand,â you mumble.Â
âI want whatâs best for both of us, doll face. You were right. I do need someone by my side. As I was saying, what Iâve been missing this whole time, was you.â
Your eyes grow wide. âMe?â
He nods. âYou stuck with me this long. Even for a paycheck, thatâs somethinâ no one else would do. And yet the big Arkham bosses are out there now, laughing at the both of us. Ainât that unfair?â
âYes.â
âDoll, stick by my side, and weâll let them all know just how corrupt they truly are.â
Your arms break out in goosebumps. Every word the Joker utters is dripping with venom, an edge to each syllable. Youâve tried to ignore him, the way he crawls into your rib cage, into your mind, finding your weaknesses, your dark desires and whims you push away. Yet here he is, getting you to reveal them, and trying to get you to go along with him. Itâs working. âLetâs show them, then.â
You look down at your fingers, covered in red, and it almost looks like blood.Â
He grins. âThatâs the spirit.â With a curl of his finger, he gestures for you to move closer. You do, and he cranes his neck towards your ear. âIf you really wanna help me,â he whispers, his breath hot in your ear, âthen tomorrow is the day you get me out of this place.â Every t is pronounced as sharp as a blade. âYouâre smart, doll, I know you can think of something.â
Breaking Joker. Out of Arkham. A few weeks ago, you might have grabbed your remote and hit the red button but now? You think you might just take him up on that. You move back to look him in the eye. âYou wonât help me think of something?â
âIâm sure youâve got something in that, ah, pretty mind of yours.â
You huff. âJ, Iâm serious. This is Arkham. Itâs constantly guarded and protected. And Iâm just me.â
âExactly.â
âWhat?â
âYouâre you, sweets. No oneâs gonna suspect you.â
Oh fuck. Heâs right. No one gave a shit about you. Youâd fly right under the radar. That part was easy. But everything else? This wasnât exactly your forte. You didnât know what to do. âIâll try my best,â was all you could offer.
He reaches his hand out, and at first you think heâs trying to grab you, but instead he goes after one of the paint tins. The red paint. Agonizingly slow, he removes the cap, getting his fingers wet with paint. âDoll, you and I are gonna make something special. I always knew you had it in ya. Câmere.â You tilt your face towards him, and Joker smears the red across your lips, a mirror of his own striking smile. âDonât forget to smile,â he says.
âNever.â
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Later in the night, Joker stares at himself in the reflection of the small, grimy window of his cell door. His face is painted exactly the way he likes it, maybe just a bit different, but he could care less. This, this person heâs looking at, is the person he is, the person you have given back to him. He touches his face and he can still feel your phantom touch, the way you had run your finger over his face, his eyelids, his scars. You hadnât backed off, or avoided them, you had touched them so softly. Soft. You were soft.Â
You made Joker feel soft and he hated it.
Yet, he couldnât fathom getting rid of you. It would be easy, definitely. If things actually went well tomorrow and you managed to get him out of Arkham, he could easily kill you off. No one would look for you. And even if they did, helping him break out of Arkham would mark you a criminal, and Gotham would curse your name forever. But Joker doesnât want to do that. Even the thought of your death makes him angry. He is used to wanting to hurt people, yet when he comes across you now, he feels⌠protective. He knows how the world hates him, yet somehow you showed him sympathy. No, even better, you were showing him loyalty by offering to help break him out. And if you really went and did it? God, he almost breaks into chills.
When he looks at you, he notices his body reacting strangely. His heart speeds up, his hands feel sweatier, his mind feels like itâs going to split right in half. This isnât the kind of insanity Joker usually basks in, this is something worse. He doesnât want to put a name to it. You were so good, and yet when you let your mask slip, Joker couldnât help but feel pulled in even more. What lies beneath you is dark and spiteful, and Joker wants to see all of it.
You wonât let him down tomorrow, Joker is sure of it.Â
A voice on the intercom comes through the crack under the door, crackling through the speakers placed along the hall outside. âShutting lights off. Everybody get to bed.â
Joker grunts, moving to plant himself down on his metal âbedâ. Heâs not going to sleep though, how could he? Chaos was coming, and you were bringing it straight towards him.
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When you get home, you stumble into the bathroom, quickly turning on the sink faucet and drenching your face in water. You let the ice cold water drip down your face, crying out as you try and get a grip on things. Your fingers are still covered in Jokerâs face paint, the water hardly washing any of it off. Itâs like heâs on you forever.
Why, for fucks sake, do you almost want it to never wash off?
You look at yourself in the mirror now, the makeup that Joker spread smeared down your chin. This is you now. Mr. Dale was right, you have changed. But fuck it, it was for the best. This change, this thing radiating beneath your skin, itâs something dangerous yet powerful. It moves you. Youâre not crazy, youâre insane.Â
You canât tell what this feeling is towards Joker. It almost feels like⌠love.
Love for the Joker.
The Joker. The Joker. The Joker-
He was right. He was always right. People were going to walk over you all your life. You were tired of it. Nothing was going to change if you didnât change it first. You couldnât stand around and watch these people, with their pockets fat and their reputations swell, walk around with such pride when you knew they were all phonies. This city, your city, youâre going to unveil it. No longer will it crush you. Youâre going to crush it.Â
You were going to be Jokerâs partner in crime. And you loved it.
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Echoes of the Unknown
You save Miko from a risky situation and end up losing your patience with her.
Warnings: violence, reader getting annoyed, Miko giving bad name ideas, killing a con, an outburst, some regrets, and making up.
Chapter 13
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A few days have passed and you have started to get used to your new life. You worked on the hologram projector with Raf, making great progress on it. He taught you more tech stuff and even agreed to teach you a few cybertronian things. Miko started calling you two nerds when you were invested in your little project. When you were not working on the projector, you would be helping Ratchet in the sick bay. He showed you the ropes, and whenever he was done, you would help fix things or clean his tools.
Today, Emily had to go back home to check on things, so you were alone with the kids and the bots. It wasnât too bad since you had time to get to know them better.Â
With Ratchetâs permission to use his tools, you worked on making your prosthetic fingers. It was challenging but with the things you learned and the parts, you had an idea of how to create the joins and make it detachable as you doubted you could modify your own hand without causing any nerve damage.Â
You adjusted the finger joints and the straps you used to attach the finger between your two main fingers. You placed the tool down and looked it over, testing its mobility and density. You then grabbed a box and tested how well it helped you hold it.Â
âHey, not bad,â Raf complimented as he watched from the side.Â
âYeah. I guess this makes holding things much easier now. Maybe I could try making a little finger as well,â you said.Â
âNot a bad idea, then you five fingers again,â he said.
You then heard someone come from the entrance. It was Bulkhead as he came back from his drive with Miko. The energetic girl stepped out of the passenger seat, allowing the bot to transform into his robot form.Â
âWhatâs up geeks? Got anything interesting going on?â she asked.Â
âNothing much. (Name) managed to make herself a new finger,â Raf said.Â
âCool. Hey, maybe you could make new weapons and stuff? Maybe you could make one of those wrist blades or brass knuckles,â she suggested, throwing punches in the air. âOh! oh! maybe you could make a cannon to blast cons away,â she said.Â
âI just made a new finger. Iâm not a weapon engineer,â you shook your head.Â
âOh, come on. Have some fun little?â Miko pestered.Â
âBy the way, we should come up with a bot name for you,â she said.Â
âWhatâs wrong with my current name?â you asked with a frown.Â
âNothing. Itâs just it's a human name. You are a giant robot now. So how about you get a cool robot name!â Miko said.
You groaned as she had been at it for a few days now. It was constantly about being a cool robot and doing cybertronian stuff. You would be lying if you said that you didnât find it a bit annoying by now.Â
âHow about⌠Skullcrusher?âÂ
âNo,â you shook your head.Â
âMauveine,âÂ
âThatâs a color,â you said.Â
âMetallica,â she threw inÂ
âIsnât that the name of that one metal band?â you frowned.Â
âOh, now I got it. Mirage,â she said.Â
âI think I am going to stay with my current name,â you stated.Â
âOh, donât be so boring,â Miko whined.Â
âSometimes boring is good enough. Deal with it,â you said, taking out your finger.Â
A loud beeping came from the main computer. You looked over as Optimus and the other bots checked out what their computer found.Â
âThe cons are active,â Arcee said.Â
âCould be a false alarm,â Bulkhead added.Â
âWhatever it is. It is worth investigating. â Optimus said.Â
âAutobots. Transform and roll out,â he said as they opened the ground bridge. They transformed and drove into the green vortex.Â
After the ground bridge closed, you tried to get back on your project, but then you noticed someone missing.Â
âWhereâs Miko?â you asked.Â
Ratchet, Raf, and Jack looked around but the girl was nowhere to be seen.Â
âShe was just here a moment ago,â Jack said.Â
You were then reminded of what Jack said about Miko joining the missions despite the dangers. She disappeared right after the bots left through the ground bridge.Â
âYou donât think she went after the bots?â you asked, glancing toward the ground bridge.Â
âWell, it would not be the first time,â Jack said.Â
Ratchet groaned loudly before contacting Optimus and the other bots.
âOptimus. Miko disappeared right after you left. Did she follow you?â he asked.Â
âNegative. We are currently engaging the decepticons,â Optimus said.Â
âI have eyes on her. Miko! Get to cover!â Bulkhead yelled as you all heard blaster fire in the background.Â
You felt worried for Mikoâs sake.Â
âScrap! They sound too engaged to get Miko out of there,â Ratchet said.Â
âWhat should we do?â Jack asked.Â
You considered your options. Ratchet was pretty much needed at the base. Jack and Raf would be too at risk to go get her. The bots were engaging the enemy and it would be too risky just to wait and hope for the best. There was only one option.Â
âI could go get her,â you stood up.Â
âAbsolutely not,â Ratchet said strictly.Â
âIâm not gonna join the fight. I stay hidden, find Miko, and come back,â You explained.Â
âAre you sure?â Raf asked.Â
âWe could wait here and hope nothing happens to her. Besides Iâm a robot now, I have the least chance of getting hurt unlike Miko,â you answered.Â
You all then looked at Ratchet. He groaned with a sigh.Â
âFine.â he opened the ground bridge.Â
âBut you better be quick and stay out of harm,â He said as you turned toward the ground bridge.Â
âBe careful,â Raf said as you ran into the vortex.Â
You jumped out of the ground bridge as it closed behind you. You quickly hid when you saw the bots fighting the cons. It was violent as punches and kicks were thrown at each other. You looked around for the girl. However, you couldnât see her.Â
âBulkhead! Whereâs Miko?!â you called out as he was the nearest.Â
âI told her to hide over there!â he pointed at rocks before continuing the fight.Â
You quickly sneaked toward the boulders where Miko should be and soon enough, saw her watching the fight.Â
âMiko!â you called out.Â
âHuh?â Miko looked toward you, but then one of those vehicons noticed her. Your eyes widened in panic.Â
âMiko! Get down!â you yelled as you ran toward the vehicon and tackled him to the ground before he could grab the girl. Miko yelped then watched as you started wrestling with the con.Â
The vehicon was stunned but struggled hard against you. You groaned as you tried to push him down. He then tried to shoot you with his blaster arm. You tried to push it away but when he fired, you were forced back to avoid getting shot. The vehicon then tried to get up. You tried to think something then remembered you shared a similar body, which meant you should have a blaster arm as well.Â
âCome onâŚâ you tried to think of your arm as a weapon, and then a click happened and your arm turned into a blaster.Â
â(Name)!â Miko pointed at the vehicon as it prepared to shoot you.Â
You aimed and a blast came out of your blaster arm. You were thrown back from the recoil, however, your shot struck the vehicon right in the core, causing it to fall and lay on the ground motionlessly with smoke rising out of it.Â
You both stared at the dead con in stunned silence. Your arm turned back to normal and you released a heavy breath.Â
âDude! That was so cool!â Miko said beside you. You frowned and then grabbed her into your hands.Â
You ran away from the battlefield, returning to the spot where you first arrived.Â
âRatchet! I got Miko! Bring us back!â you said through the com and he then opened the ground bridge again. You ran into the vortex, away from the battlefield.Â
Back at the base, after the ground bridge closed behind you, you placed Miko back on her feet.Â
âAre you okay?â Raf asked when he saw you rub your head.Â
âIâm fine,â you uttered annoyed.Â
âDude! That was epic! You totally scrapped that con!â Miko said excitedly.Â
âYou are tougher than you look,â she said.Â
You looked at her. âYou got to be joking you could have gotten yourself killed!â You said.Â
âWell, itâs a good thing you came. You make one awesome bot, and I got some sweet picturesâ she said like what just happened wasnât a big deal. Your patience finally ran out. You had enough of her antics.Â
âAre you fucking shitting me right now?!â you snapped.Â
âOh oh,â Jack said, covering Rafâs ears.Â
âWe were on an active battlefield just now and all you cared about was getting some dumb photos? Do you think this is some kind of a game?â you asked with anger in your tone.Â
âRelax. Itâs alright now,â Miko said.Â
âNo! Miko! Itâs not!â you stepped toward her, causing her to step back and look at you with a bewildered expression.Â
âWe could have gotten ourselves killed! I did not want to be there, but one more second, and you would have been a goner for good. No second chances. Like, come on Miko! That was an actual battle zone! You could have actually died there!â you yelled, pointing at the ground bridge from where you came.Â
âIâŚIâŚâ Miko stuttered under her words.Â
âHow about you actually think with your head once in a while instead of trying to get dumb photos?!â You asked.Â
âOkay. Everyone calm down,â Ratchet tried to de-escalate as he stepped forward.Â
â(Name). How about you go outside for a moment? Cool yourself down,â he said.Â
âFor the record, Miko. I find none of this cool. My human body is gone. I can never return to my human life, so how about you stop with the stupid name suggestions,â you marched out of the hangar while Miko looked after you with tears in her eyes.Â
âThat was⌠intense,â Jack said.Â
âI⌠I didnât mean to,â Miko sniffed.Â
âCalm down, Miko. Give her some alone time. Sheâll come around eventually,â Ratchet said before returning to the monitors.Â
Miko dried her eyes and quietly walked to the yellow couch where she continued to sit in silence. Raf and Jack looked at her with worry but did not know if they should try to comfort her after that outburst.Â
The bots soon returned to the base after dealing with the cons. Bulkhead quickly walked over to Miko after seeing her.Â
âMiko. Are you alright? You didnât get hurt, now did ya?â he asked.Â
âIâm fine,â Miko uttered. Bulkhead immediately noticed the sullen look and tone in her voice.Â
âHey, Miko. Whatâs wrong? Did something happen?â he asked.Â
âLetâs just say⌠when (Name) brought Miko back, she kinda lost her patience and had an outburst,â Raf explained.Â
âYeah, she did not like the experience and apparently there was a con she had to scrap to save Miko,â Jack said. "I guess she also got annoyed about being a bot," he added. Â
âI didnât mean to make her that upset,â Miko exclaimed.Â
Bumblebee beeped something.Â
âUnderstand that (Name) did not become this out of her choice and that her condition is irreversible, which means she can never return to the life she once knew,â Optimus said.Â
âMeaning she canât go home or do human things anymore,â Jack said.Â
âMaybe she actually misses being a human,â Raf added.Â
âWhatever the case, perhaps giving each other time to think will help you both resolve this issue,â Optimus stated.Â
Arcee looked toward Miko before her thoughts came to you.Â
At the top of the base, you were sitting at the edge of the cliff, gazing at the view after releasing a few angry tears and thinking the whole thing through. You felt regretful for cursing out on Miko like that.Â
âHey,âÂ
You looked behind you and saw Arcee walking toward you.Â
âUgh⌠hey,â you replied, slightly awkwardly.
âI heard you had a blowout with Miko after bringing her back,â she said.Â
âYeah. I lost my patience. I shouldnât have done that,â you sighed, holding your knee as your other feet hung from the edge.Â
âNo. I get it. Miko does tend to get herself into dangerous situations,â Arcee said as she sat down beside you.Â
âYeah, but I still shouldn't have blown up on her like that. God. Iâm so stupid. I said some pretty nasty stuff to her, â you said.Â
âDonât beat yourself over that. Miko is just how she is even though she could be more considerate of her own safety, and itâs completely normal to feel the way you did after saving her from a con,â Arcee comforted. Â
âI really didnât think much. When I saw that con trying to grab her, I just ran and tackled the con to the ground,â you explained.Â
âIt was a close call and her being so careless about it kinda pissed me off,â you said. âNow she probably wonât talk to me after that whole episode,â You uttered sadly.Â
âDonât overthink it. Everyone can get frustrated at times and need to blow up steam. And Miko is just a kid. Kids tend to do reckless things without considering the consequences,â Arcee said. âI doubt she thinks badly of you. You came to make sure she would come back safely and fought a con. Bulkhead already appreciates you for it,â she said.Â
You considered her words. âYouâre right. But⌠I think I still need to make up to her in a way,â you said.Â
Arcee smiled with a nod. â You know, you might look like a con, but youâre definitely not one from the inside,âÂ
You chuckled as you two then gazed at the view before you.Â
Back inside the base, you walked up to Miko as she was sketching on the couch.Â
âMiko,â you said, catching her attention.Â
âI just wanted to say Iâm sorry for my outburst earlier. The thing is Iâm scared by this whole alien war thing, and I was really worried when that con nearly got you,â you said.Â
âIâm sorry too. I know I can get a bit ahead of myself. Thanks for coming to my rescue,â she said.Â
âItâs fine. Also⌠I kinda miss being a human. As a robot, there are now some things I canât do anymore. Like I can no longer eat my favorite food. I canât drink any of my favorite drinks, not even something as bland as water. I canât run my fingers through my hair, and I can barely feel the wind on my face. I canât even take casual walks outside to clear my head. Those seem like small things, but after a long time, you canât help but grow to miss them,â you explained.Â
 âIâ didnât really think of it that way. I canât imagine myself never being able to drink my favorite soda again, â Miko said thoughtfully.Â
âI know right? Energon doesnât really taste much and now itâs the only thing I need to survive. Being a robot might have been cool if it was temporal. However, Iâm stuck like this forever,â you said.Â
â(Name). Iâm sorry,â Miko said.Â
âNo. itâs okay. There are some positive perks in being a robot,â you said.Â
âLike what?â she said curiously.Â
âYou do not need to worry about getting a driverâs license. You can pretty much now climb and jump from any high places that would have gravely injured you as a human. And⌠well, you no longer suffer from periods,â you said.Â
âOh yeah, youâre right,â Miko grinned.Â
âPeriods?â Bulkhead looked confused.Â
âWhat I wanna say is⌠well⌠donât stop being you, but maybe be a bit more considerate of your safety. Iâm pretty sure none of us here wants to see you get hurt,â you said.Â
âNo promises,â Miko teased, making you tilt your head at her. âBut I promise to try,â she said.Â
You smiled and then glanced at her book, having an idea.Â
âYou know, Emily has been talking about getting a new look for me. Do you wanna help us out on that?â you asked.Â
âAbsolutely! I can come up with the most rad colors ever,â Miko said, taking out her pencil and began drawing. She rambled ideas while you just listened, nodding along as she came up with interesting color design ideas.Â
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â AKAASHI KEIJI đđ crossing lines đđ
á° word count ; 689
á° content warning ; smau / profanity / underage alcohol consumption / tipsy texts / bokuto x kaori ?? / bokuto koutarou is a good cousin / akaashi keiji is a GOOD FRIEND / unrealistic cop interactions? / puke mentioned / hangovers.
â WRITTEN PORTION !
your head is pounding. your stomach hurts. you think you're going to throw up.
despite all of this, you can't stop staring at him - at his sleeping, peaceful face. ever since he was a kid, akaashi has been pretty. doing anything. sleeping, playing volleyball, stuffing his face in a chubby bunny challenge that bokuto dared him to do.
and as he grew, he got prettier. you're staring at his sleeping, peaceful face and you can't help but think about how absolutely pretty he is.
you don't know why he's here, in your bed, and you don't remember much of last night, but reading some of your texts had given you some insight.
kaori and bokuto are a "thing" now - gross. akaashi was talking to asami again - gross. akaashi came to help you when you got sick - not so gross.
of course, you were lying when you told him you were just tipsy. apparently, you're a great drunk texter! even when you're one shot away from liver failure.
your eyes haven't left akaashi's face in awhile. you're scared he's going to wake up, see you staring, and call you a complete freak, but it's almost like you can't look away.
you get a notification and suddenly you're reminded that your phone is a 2%. you bite the inside of your cheek, eyes scanning his face once more before carefully shifting on the bed.
and, of course, it creaks. you stop mid-standing up and slowly turn your head towards akaashi. he burrows his head furrher into the pillow, but doesn't wake.
your eyes fall shut and you let out a quiet sigh of relief. you continue standing up, this time even more carefully so. once you have both feet on the ground, you glance back at akaashi again. a fond smile finds its way onto your face. you could get used to this picture.
you tip toe out of the room, making sure you close the door softly. when it quietly clicks, you let out another sigh of relief. you walk down the stairs and into the kitchen - where kaori and koutarou are standing too close to each other, giggling about something.
you fake gag. loudly.
both of their heads turn so fast, you think they might have gotten whiplash. "y/n!" koutarou exclaims, eyes widening. he skitters away from kaori, now standing at least three feet away from her. he clears his throat. "so, uh, where's akaashi? did he leave after the cops did?"
your eyes dart to kaori's, who's staring at you with raised eyebrows, almost as if she's saying, go on, tell him.
you playfully sneer at her, a micro-expression that you hope koutarou doesn't pick up on. you turn to him and shrug, shaking your head. "don't know. he usually passes out in your room. but i guess that was um, occupied, right?"
the pair doesn't say anything, but you don't miss the shared expression that forms on both of their faces. you snicker and shake your head. "so are you guys like," you gesture between them, "together now?"
they share a look - panic.
"um-"
"well-"
"did anybody make coffee?"
everyone looks for the source of the voice, eyes landing at the bottom of the stairs. akaashi is there, ruffled clothes and messy hair. he yawns, face pinching up cutely.
you have to look away. kaori snickers.
"hey, man," bokuto greets a little too loudly. "i made coffee. just the way you like." he turns and grabs akaashi's mug - the same mug he's been using since grade school - and hands it to him. "where'd you sleep last night, by the way?"
immediately, you look up to koutarou, then to kaori. her eyes a little wider, smirk on her face.
"in y/n's room," akaashi says simply. the way his voice sounds is almost too much for you. raspy, tired - you have to look away again.
bokuto lets out a laugh at that. when no one else laughs, the smile drops from his face. "what?" he looks to you, brows furrowed. "what?"
"look at the time!" you exclaim before turning and running back up the stairs.
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So hereâs the King of Purgatory AU @beef-brisket. @things-arent-what-they-seem66 Helped me with this one.
Adam looks like Beetlejuice in this lol
Adam dies on Earth and ends up in an almost completely grey place -Only his body outside of his gray skin and some plants still have colors- similar to Earth. Itâs like an imitation of that place, only devoid of all the joy or pain you can get from it, completely neutral and bland. Heâs also still a human as he guesses, only now heâs.. Not exactly solid. He can touch things, but he doesnât feel anything from them or around him. And heâs floating all the time if heâs not making an effort to step on the ground.
He doesnât understand where he is or why he is there at first, that is until Sera eventually shows up after he spent about 7 years there. Heâs excited as he thinks heâs finally going to be out of this place he doesnât even know what is, and finally get to see his wife and kids again maybe, but thatâs not exactly the case.
Sera tells him that the place he ended up on is Purgatory, a small dimension they JUST learned the existence of that managed to get in between Heaven and Hell like some sort of a waiting room.
And the reason why he was there is because his soul is completely divided in between being good and being bad. Heâs too pure for Hell but too corrupted for Heaven so heâs stuck there as a ghost. (If you know the Asphodel Meadows from Greek mythology itâs like that)
Adam begs her to let him come to Heaven but she refuses all the way. They canât just let a soul like him go and live with the winners. Then she leaves after warning Adam of other souls possibly coming too since he canât be the only one completely divided among humans.
So Adam stays there alone until some souls start to show up after one point. He's not sure how much time has passed so it's just an assumption but it's about 30 years after since he died did some start to come there. The people coming there are just like him, they can't feel anything (physically that is), taste anything and they slowly lose all their colors.
At one point Adam declares himself as the King of the place but it's mostly just symbolic and because he's the only one that is allowed to talk with the angels (They have an embassy on their own that is being protected by Heaven) whenever they come to check the numbers. Though over time he does gain some power over time because he figures out that soul contracts are a thing and gains some of them. (He's the only person that can do it in solid numbers because other souls simply have nothing to offer to others but he does as they get to keep their colors at least. Souls there are that desperate to have something new you'd be surprised how many people give themselves to him completely just so they can have this at last.)
Purgatory isn't like Hell or Heaven, there isn't a ton of ghost population there as it gets like five times less souls per ten years. And also because souls in Purgatory can fall and rise to heaven given what they do there even though it takes a fairly long time, like they are given a second chance at life -For this reason Purgatory is completely divided of people trying to get to Heaven and Hell, there's a decent bit of chaos there-
Well except for only one of them.
Adam.
Even Adam himself nor do the higher up angels know why he's stuck there no matter what he does. He's simply not allowed to leave Purgatory permanently no matter how much or what he desires, begs and does purposefully to get out of there.
But there's a reason why I said permanently.
Over time -it takes a long time-, Adam slowly finds out that he can open portals to a specific spot in Hell -Heaven is way too protected from the outsiders compared to Hell so he can't to there- and be there for about a week before he has to go back to his "home", completely invisible to the people there and unable to interact with them unless he tries really hard.
That specific spot is the Morningstar Manor obviously. He's like an actual ghost haunting there lol.
And, it takes him even longer to figure this one out, but once every 100 years, he has enough power to be in Hell and be around people just fine for a day. (And if someone there says his name three times, he can stick there longer, even as a sentient being, but it needs to be "refreshed" once every year. Yes Beetlejuice.)
Over time, Adam went kind of insane. Lost all hope about himself and his ability of going anywhere, but unlike Lucifer, he is mostly just having fun the entire time not caring the slightest about what happens to what.
What's the point of caring anyway, when it doesn't even have consequences? The ghostly folks will respawn just fine. The plants will regrow just fine. His body will return to normal after just fine.
He's mainly like Alastor but with even more insanity and with the power of at least a sin. He basically has everyone there by default. If souls there were worthy like sinners' are he'd be more powerful than the Morningstar family.
Speaking of them, they're the only people left that he hates almost religiously. Maybe not so much the kid, he's basically watched her grow from afar, but definitely Lilith and Lucifer, he blames them for the entire thing of himself as you'd expect. His hatred for them is the only thing keeping him from going completely off rails ironically.
Well he does dream of fucking Lucifer to his bed and then bashing his skull but that's not our point
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During one of his days spent in Hell, he sees the daughter of Lucifer on TV promoting a stupid hotel, so he decides to go help her. He likes and is familiar with aimless, stupid and doomed to fail projects, he had one himself a long, long time.
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WHEW- This was a long one lol. Hope you liked it!
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Chapter 11- Attack on Castle Town
It was infuriating
Two whole days had passed since Link and Rusl arrived to Castle Town, yet it felt like no one was making an effort to come up with a plan. They had talked about hunting the beast down, luring it in, or waiting to see when it would attack again to then strike. But it felt like they were talking in circles, the conversation melting into the talk of the mundane.
Rusl, of course, loved visiting with his friends and talking to them about whatever came to mind, but not now. Not when that thing just attacked his children and threatened his home. The anxiety ate up at him, and he found himself unable to sit still at the table where everyone else sat. So he stood in the corner, his arms crossed as he glared at the others.
âSo we should head to Faron since it was in Ordon last night, right?â Shad asked, staring at the map.
âNo, it was just in Faron, it mightâve moved,â Link corrected.
âDidnât sound like it moved from when it first attacked you guys,â Ashei butted in, her arms crossed at the table.
Link pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. âI guessâŚâ
âSo we head to Faron?â Auru suggested, and Sheik finally stepped into the conversation.
âIt seems like the most logical place to go, but we need to know how to fight this monster. If five soldiers couldnât kill it, then I doubt six of us could.â
âYes, but we do have one more person,â Shad said, his finger in the air, âand weâre more prepared.â
âItâs not like the soldiers of Hyrule are anything impressive,â Auru muttered, and Sheik looked away.
âWill you be fighting though Shad?â Link asked, and Shad gave him an offended look.
âWhyâof course, old boy! I may not wield a sword but I have a weapon stronger than that!â The scholar patted his book, and Auru snorted.
âAre you going to throw the book at the monster?â
The group erupted into laughter and Rusl rolled his eyes. They were getting off track again.
âNo! I have my head right here!â Shad defended himself, and Auru laughed harder.
âGreat! So weâll use your head as a weapon when the rest of ours break!â
âI meant my brain!â Shad stood up in fury, but his fiance pulled him back down, an amused smile on her face.
âWe get what you mean, Shad,â she said and gave him a peck on the cheek. Rusl sighed and cleared his throat loudly, catching the attention of Auru and Link. His son looked down, a slightly guilty look on his face, and his fingers interlocked together.
âWell, we may have a better chance than the soldiers, but we still need a plan,â he said, and Rusl felt relieved that they were finally strategizing. He and Link discussed strategies several times, but ultimately they wanted to brainstorm with the others for more ideas.
âYou fought the beasts, old boy,â Shad started, his anger having disappeared entirely, âwhat is your suggestion?â
Link looked down, his eyebrows furrowed. âI⌠I donât know. This isnât a normal shadow beast.â
âI remember they were a challenge,â Auru contemplated. âHaving to kill them all at the same time was⌠infuriating.â
âThey just kept coming back to life,â Ashei added, and the rest of the group nodded.
âWell, as long as you killed them at the same time, they were relatively easy,â Link said. âBut this beast is alone, so I donât think we have to worry about it coming back to life once itâs dead. Itâs just⌠tough.â
Sheik nodded. âIt has to have a weakness though. We will weaken it, keep our distance, andâŚâ they grabbed their right hand, âperhaps we could get the light spiritâs assistance? If itâs from the twilight, I doubt pure, divine light will feel good, hm?â
Linkâs eyes widened as if he realized something and he nodded. âThatâs a great idea, Sheik. Weâll get the light spirits to help weaken it, and while itâs down, weâll give it everything we have.â
The group seemed to agree with the planâif Rusl could even call it a planâand Auru raised his drink.
âTo victory then,â he cheered, and the others raised their own, with Link simply bumping his fist since he didnât have one. Rusl let out a sigh and pushed his frustrations aside. He wasnât sleeping well, and the anxiety felt like it was eating him up inside, so he was much more quick to anger than normal. But he had to try to be patientâthey were going to get to deal with the threat, he knew it. He just had to slow down with the rest of them.
âAlright, letâs head out then,â Rusl muttered, stepping closer to the group, but Sheik stood up.
âNot yet. I must convey this information with some⌠allies. They may help if something were to go wrong.â
Link and Ashei seemed understanding while Auru and Shad seemed indifferent, but Rusl was exasperated.
âWhat? Weâre notâwhen will you be back?â He asked, a sharpness to his voice as his patience was wearing thin.
âIâm not sure, hopefully before tonightââ
âTonight? Where in the spiritâs name will you be going?â He snapped. Sheikâs eyes widened in surprise and they looked around uncomfortably.
âI just have things I need to do,â they muttered, and Link looked up at his pa, a worried expression on his face.
âWe donât have time! We should leave now and deal with it before it takes more people!â Rusl argued, and Auru stood up.
âIf what Sheik says is true, then we should get help if something were to go wrong. Calm downââ
âDonât tell me to calm down!â Rusl shouted, leaving everyone surprised. âYou donât know what type of a threat this thing is! If we wait any longer, we could lose it!â
âRusl,â Auru started, his hands raised in an effort to calm him. âI know, but we are merely six people⌠and⌠really itâd only be four of you physically fighting itâI may not be able to do much. We need all the help we can get.â
âBut itâll be too late! We wonât be able to travel until the morning!â
Shad hummed. âMaybe leaving at night would help us find it better.â
âNo, that's a horrible idea,�� Link jumped in, and Rusl let out a groan.
âI canât sit around any longer, I need this thing dead!â
âGoddesses, what has gotten into you?â Auru asked. âYou were perfectly fine this morningââ
âThat was because I thought we were safe during the day,â Rusl spat. âI thought we had more time as long as everyone stayed in at night. But no, itâs dangerous no matter what time it is! We canât stall anymore!â
Everyone looked at each other. Ashei looked understanding, Sheik looked guilty, while Link looked uncomfortable at the outburst. Rusl blinked a few times and let out a sigh, running his hands through his hair.
âIâIâm sorry IâŚâ He started, but he couldnât get the words out. He looked up at Auru who stared blankly at him and he turned away. âYou do what you need to do Sheik, Iâm gonna go cool my head,â he said softly, and he left the backroom, ignoring Telmaâs confused look as he burst through the door to the bar. He didnât know where he was goingâhe supposed he was simply walking around the town to clear his head. The lack of sleep from the past few nights was catching up to him, and the fear surrounding the shadow beast plagued his waking mind. He felt like he couldnât escape it, and he just wanted it taken care of so he could finally rest. He supposed with his own children and grandson having to get involved, it finally caused him to break.
The loud noises of the town wasnât doing him any favors, so he went through the southern gate to escape to somewhere quieter, leaving behind the shops lined up next to Telmaâs bar and entering a clearing. It was empty and peaceful, with a fountain in between cobblestone stairs that poured out the bluest water. Rusl walked to the fountain and kneeled, the anxiety and anger leaving his body to make way for vulnerability. He opened his heart and prayed.
He didnât know who he was praying to; he wasnât exactly praying to Ordona, or the light spirits themselves. But he found himself praying to someone. He prayed that he and the others would be safe, he prayed that his children would be safe, and he prayed that his wife would be protected. Goddesses she mustâve been worried sick over themâshe always got extremely upset over these things. He hoped that she would know that the children were safe, and that she wouldnât blame herself for what happened. As he prayed, tears started to trickle out of his eyes, and he leaned forward to rest his head against the stone. He was so tired, so tired from everything that happened to him from the past few days. The beast would plague his mind every moment, even if he was asleep. He couldnât escape it no matter what he did, and now his own family was involvedâhis own children.
âPapa?â
Relaâs soft voice broke the silence, causing Rusl to sit up and turn his head to look at his daughter. He wiped his tears quickly and forced a smile, and she looked nervous as her hands fidgeted with each other.
âRela, what the heck are you doinâ out here by yourself?â Rusl asked. âI thought you were sleeping.â
âI⌠Uh⌠I couldnât sleep,â she said softly. âI wanted to talk to you and I saw you walk out so I followed you and⌠uhâŚâ
Ruslâs smile went away and he sighed. âI donât want you by yourself in town. Monsters ainât the only thing we need to look out for.â
âI know⌠butâŚâ Relaâs arms wrapped around her waist. Her pa gave a more genuine smile and gestured for her to join him. She was hesitant, but she finally joined him, kneeling on the ground as she stared at the fountain. Rusl stared at her for a moment and finally pulled her close, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as she leaned into his hug. She was never a touchy person, always hating his hugs and kisses, so he made sure to enjoy any moment where she enjoyed his touch.
âUm⌠papaâŚ.â Rela started, her fingers fidgeting more now. âI need to tell you something.â
Rusl raised an eyebrow and pulled away to fully look at her. âWhat is it?â
âThe reason⌠um⌠the reason that me and Colin and Kori are here is that⌠umâŚâ
âThe monster?â
Rela shook her head, shame apparent on her face. âNo⌠I meanâyesâbut⌠itâs my fault weâre here.â
Rusl frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
âI was⌠I was trynâa teach Kori how to sword fight âcause I knew that there was a monster in the woods but⌠I accidentally left your wooden swords in the water at the spring and I went to go get them andâŚâ Rela sighed. âI dragged everyone into it âcause I was dumb⌠Iâm sorry papa.â
âOh.â Rusl certainly wasnât expecting Rela to say any of that. âSo⌠yâall left Ordon?â
âWell⌠me and Kori were practicinâ in Ordon spring, but we met the soldiers and we showed them where yâall found the monsterâŚâ Rela sighed. âBut we wouldnât have been there in the first place if not for me. Iâm sorry.â
Rusl stared, not knowing how to react. He could be angry, he could be sad, or he could be horrified, but he brushed it all away. She shouldnât blame herself.
âSweetie, I wasnât clear enough with yâall,â he said softly, looking down at her. She did not look back up at him. âYou didnât understand the danger we were in. I certainly didnât make it more clear. Donât put all the blame on yourself.â
Rela frowned. âBut⌠I still left.â
âNot on purpose. And I suppose I shouldâve told yâall to stay away from the spring.â Rusl let out another sigh and he gave Rela a squeeze. âBesides, itâs in the past. Me and Link are gonna head out tomorrow to fight it. I want yâall to stick with Colin here until itâs safe, ok?â
Rela nodded. âOkâŚâ
âWait, weâre not goinâ homeââ
Rusl and Rela flinched at Kori who was suddenly behind them, with Rusl grabbing his daughter closer to him as he moved from the young twilian. Kori watched them with a bewildered expression as they stared horrified, and Rusl let out a breathy laugh.
âSpirits above, Kori. You scared the living daylights outta me!â He breathed, letting Rela go. âWhyâre you here?â
âI heard Rela leave,â he answered simply, and Rusl rolled his eyes with an annoyed smile.
âOk, no more going out into Castle Town by yourselves, ok?â He scolded. Kori looked down and tapped his feet on the cobblestone, and Rusl raised an eyebrow. âWhereâd you come from anyways? I didnât hear you at all.â
âOh, I was in the shadows!â He answered, and Rusl and Rela glanced at each other.
âWhat the hell are you talkinâ about?â Rela asked, and Rusl let out a sigh.
âWatch your language sweetie. And Kori, I have to ask as well. What do you mean you were âin the shadowsâ?â
Kori grinned, his dimples appearing just below his black markings. âWatch this!â
To Ruslâs surprise, his grandson suddenly morphed into a dark figure, diving into his and Relaâs shadow next to them. Rela jumped to her feet and stared at her own shadow wide eyed, Koriâs little blue eyes appearing to stare back.
âKori? Since when could you do that?â She yelled out, and Kori emerged from the shadows, giggling slightly.
âSince last night.â
âAnd youâre mentioning it now? Do you realize how cool that power is? You can hide in the shadows!â
Rela and Kori began to chatter excitedly over his new power, while Rusl glanced around at the empty plain in front of him. The wind blew slightly, the sunlight dimmed, and an uneasy feeling began to overwhelm him. He stood up and started to nudge the kids closer to the gate, checking behind him to make sure he wasnât being followed. There was nothing there, but he still hurriedly pushed the kids to safety.
âAlright, itâs time to head back to the bar,â he said, his arms wrapped around the two. âAnd Iâm serious about not traveling alone in town. Itâs dangerous, ok?â
âYes papa.â
âOk grandpa!â
Rusl smiled, but it quickly faded as he thought about the two, his babies, facing such a horrifying monsterâŚ
They were too young, too innocent to see such horrors. Goddesses, what kind of a man was heâwhat kind of a father was heâto let them suffer so? His grip on them tightened as he led them through the busy town, determination flowing through him. He wasnât going to fail againâ he was going to protect them. Even if it killed him.
âKitties!â
Kori suddenly pulled away from Rusl, running to a home with cats in the front playing with a ball. Rusl sighed, but he allowed the children to play with the cats, not really wanting to see the others just yet.
âHi baby,â Kori cooed, holding his hand out for a kitten, who sniffed at his hand cautiously. Rela tapped the ball, sending it rolling for the other cats to chase after, and she giggled as they pounced each other. Rusl wished he could enjoy watching them play, but a sinking feeling of dread made him antsy, and he kept looking around him as if he were to be attacked any second. The townsfolk seemed to be anxious as well, with them hurrying to the homes and emptying the streets. Rusl turned to the kids and tapped Relaâs shoulder, gesturing to the direction of the bar with his head.
âItâs time to go. Say goodbye to the kitties.â
âAw, but he just started to like me!â Kori whined, holding the kitten in his arms.
âIâm sorry kid, but itâs time to head back. Come on.â
Kori pouted but obeyed, reluctantly leaving the kitty behind. Rusl was pushing them faster now, wanting to get inside the bar as soon as possible, which clearly annoyed them with his hands gripping their shoulders.
âWhatâs the matter, grandpa Rusl?â Kori asked, glancing at Ruslâs hand.
âNothinâ, I just think itâs best if we head inside. A storm might be cominâ.â
âWell you donât have to grab my shoulder like that!â Rela complained, trying to shake off his hand as she spun around. âI can walk on my own you knoââ
A scream from his daughter interrupted her, and Rusl moved on instinct, grabbing the two children and sprinting towards crates for cover. Behind him he heard a slam along with screams, and when he turned, the beast was watching him, snarling growling.
The beast⌠the shadow beast⌠it was hereâit was here.
Was it following them?
The beastâs snarl was aimed at him, and Rusl froze in fear, the fear of that night returning to him in full force. He was in danger, it was going to kill him, he was going to die, he was going to die he was going to dieâ
Rela screamed again in fear, burying her face in Ruslâs shirt while Kori remained quiet and stiff, which snapped him out of his stupor. It wasnât just him that was in danger, but his children. By the goddesses he wasnât going to let this thing hurt them again.
The shadow beast watched him, as if waiting for him to make a move. Its black, leathery skin looked like a void against the light cobblestone, save for the yellow teeth that dripped a black goo out of its mouth, staining the stone. It didnât look different from when Rusl first encountered it, just as horrifying as before, yet it felt far more powerful, with a dark magic emanating from it. People were screaming in the town, running like wild animals to get away from the beast, but Rusl ignored them, shoving Rela and Kori behind him.
âRela, get Kori to Telmaâs bar and tell the others to come here,â he commanded, keeping his eyes on the beast as it stared.
âB-b-but p-paââ Rela stuttered, but Rusl pushed her away.
âGet away from here!â He yelled, causing Rela to flinch, but she got up, trying to drag Kori behind her, though the boy was frozen.
Right as she and Kori moved though, the beast reacted and began to charge at the two. Rusl gasped and grabbed a crate, swinging it and throwing it right at the beast, which stopped it before it could reach the children. The crate shattered on impact, allowing Rusl to grab a broken piece to use as a makeshift weapon against the beast. It wasnât as good as a sword, but hopefully itâd be enough to buy Rela and Kori time. Rusl swung the broken piece at the beastâs head before it was able to fully recover, it being almost pathetic at how little it reacted from the hit. After the wooden piece bounced off its head, it turned and snapped its jaws at Rusl, the teeth smacking against each other when it missed.
âCome on! Over here!â He shouted, trying to divert its attention from where Rela and Kori were, which worked for a moment as it turned its head to look at him.
âCome on Kori! Move!â Rusl heard Rela shout, and it drew the beastâs attention back to them. To Ruslâs horror, Kori was frozen in fear, staring at the beast with wide eyes as Rela tried to drag him back to the bar. Rusl sprinted to them just as the beast charged. Rela screamed and ran away, her hand slipping from Koriâs as she tried to pull him with her, leaving him alone as the beast got closer and closer. But Rusl got to him first.
He grabbed his grandson and rolled out of the way, dodging the beastâs rampage. Rusl searched for his daughter, but she was long gone, and the beast recovered too fast for him to stall any longer. He sent a prayer to the spirits to keep Rela safe and he ran to Malo Mart, slamming the door and setting Kori down. The poor boy was still frozen, his breathing rapid and tears forming in his eyes. Rusl moved him away from the door, cupping his face.
âKori, look at me,â he said as calmly as he could as the boy started to sob. âKori, I need you to be brave for me, ok? Hide out here, and do not come out unless I say so, ok?â
Kori stood sobbing for a moment, and Rusl wiped his tears and readjusted his head so he was looking at him.
âKori, everything is going to be ok, ok?â He reassured, and he buried the boy in a hug. âNow hide in the shadows or whatever it is you can do and stay away from the door, you hear?â
Kori sniffled and nodded, seeming to calm down just enough to be able to think. Rusl smiled, but the moment of safety was gone in an instant when the roof broke, and a large, black hand reached out to grab them. Rusl pushed Kori away right as the hand landed on him, knocking the breath out of him.
Rusl grunted as the hand tightened around him, and he was lifted up through the hole. Kori watched in horror, moving to try to reach him, but Rusl waved him away, struggling in the thingâs grip.
âHide Kori!â He yelled out, and he was pulled out of the building, his grandsonâs voice calling out to him from within the building.
Rusl clawed at the fingers wrapped tightly around him, and he was suddenly inches away from the thingâs face. The stench from the monsterâs hot breath nearly suffocated him, the endless, black mouth was open wide, and he flinched away, only to be trapped in its grip. Panic spiked within his chest as memories from the night of their first meeting flooded inâthe memory of the tight throat swallowing him down, the slime and goo falling on every inch of his body, the tendrils in its stomach grabbing onto himâŚ
âNo, no no no!â He shouted, struggling against the beastâs hold while staring at its teeth in horror, but it didnât put him in its mouth again. Instead it simply put him in one of its back hands as if he were a worthless toy, going back to digging around in the shop, and Rusl gasped as realization hit him. It was after Kori.
âKORI!â Rusl yelled in warning as the beast broke another hole through the roof. He squirmed and shifted, but his arms were pinned to his sides, the monsterâs grip tight around him.
Just as the beast was about to tear another hole into the roof, an explosion hit the monsterâs left side, causing it to shriek in pain. Rusl felt its grip around him loosen, and he was able to get one arm free before the grip tightened again. He looked to see where the explosion came from, and he saw Auru kneeling on the ground, his bazooka on one shoulder as he glared at the beast. Ashei and Shad were behind him, with Asheiâs longsword drawn and protectively in front of Shad, who stared at the beast wide-eyed.
âYou better drop him now or else Iâll shoot again!â Auru yelled, aiming his weapon, but the beast didnât seem threatened, and instead returned to trying to find Kori. Auru followed through on his threat and shot at the monster again, it shrieking in pain when it was hit, but it remained stubborn. Rusl watched Ashei run to the building, climbing to the top with her sword still drawn. She sprinted to the beast and sliced at its injured shoulder, making it flinch away. Annoyed, it went to smack Ashei off the roof, but she dodged and countered with another swipe of her sword, hitting its right arm once again. The beast snarled and directed its full attention to the woman, slamming its fist at her as she hopped back and forth. It soon began to swing its claws at her when squishing her didnât work, but Ashei was quick despite the armor she had on, and she ducked to avoid the beastâs claws. The shadow beast grew agitated, and it slammed its fist hard against the roof next to Ashei, which didnât hurt her, but it caused her to lose her footing, and she wasnât able to dodge the monster slapping her off of the roof. Ashei yelled out as she flew, landing on the cobblestone ground with a sickening crack.
âAshei!â Shad shouted as she fell off, sprinting to her side as she struggled to stand up. Her face was pale, she cradled her side, and she looked like she was struggling to breathe, which made Rusl worried. The beast turned to look at Ashei and Shad, and Auru let another shot from his weapon loose, which hit it right in the chest. It shrieked in pain, but remained standing on the roof.
âHow many hits is it gonna take?â Auru exasperated, loading his weapon again.
âAuru, Iâm afraid youâre going to hit Rusl!â Shad yelled, but he didnât listen as he shot the beast again. Everytime, Auru hit the beast head-on, which Rusl felt as the shock rippled through his body, the heat making him sweat. But the blasts never hurt him directly, with the monster feeling most of the pain, and its grip loosened enough for Rusl to get his other arm free. But once again, its fingers tightened around him just as he was about to slip away.
âOh come on,â Rusl groaned in frustration, feeling his sides bruise from the grip. The beast recovered from the blast again, and faced Auru with fury radiating off of it. But before it could pounce, Rusl heard a sword being drawn and spotted Link right as he landed on the beast, the blade of his sword facing down and piercing the leathery back.
The shadow beast let out a shriek that rang out through the entire town, stinging Ruslâs ears from the shrill, and he gasped as the grip finally loosened, causing him to fall. He landed on the roof with a painful thud, his knees and ankles stinging from the impact, but there was no time to sit there as the beast wailed in pain.
âLink!â Rusl shouted, scrambling to his aching feet. His son glanced over at him, his grip around his sword tight. âKoriâs below us! Itâs after him!â
Linkâs eyes widened in realization, his glare turning into a horrified expression, but before he could do anything, the beast stood up straight, making Link hang onto the sword still embedded into its back. Then it jumped back, threatening to crush Link. Link jumped to Rusl before he could get trapped between the roof and the monster, and the roof beneath them collapsed from the impact. Pain exploded in Ruslâs body as Link landed on him, and everything went dark, the sounds of debris falling being the last thing he heard.
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There was chaos in Castle Town. She knew from the screams and broken buildings, but she paid it no mind. As soon as Ruslâs daughter barged into the bar where she and the others still sat, they were all up and ready to go fight the beast, knowing that the time for planning was over. Sheik had planned to tell Edmund about the beast, as a safety measure in case she didnât make it back, but she supposed there was no time for that now. She just had to trust that Edmund would notice the giant shadow beast attacking the town.
Instead of joining the others in the fight, however, Sheik was standing in her room at the bar, praying to the light spirits the same way she did ten years ago. She knew that the light arrows she acquired from them would aid them in the fight, but it was a matter of getting them to help again. Truthfully, she didnât know if they would. The tyranny of Ganondorf was over; the threat of the world was no longer there, but she hoped that they would understand the threat now.
âOh light spirits,â she started, the only sound of her voice in her room feeling awkward, but she continued, âI ask for your help once again, to help defeat an evil that threatens Hyrule.â
Nothing happened, so she continued, ignoring the unease in her heart. âI need the light arrows to defeat this foe. It is a shadow beast, but it is a powerful one. Please, itâs taken and harmed my people. I need to defeat it.â
It remained silent, the familiar feeling of the divine spirits didnât appear, and panic began to settle in. Why werenât they responding? They immediately replied to her during the invasion, granting her the light arrows that stunned Ganondorf long enough for Link to fight him. But now it felt like they were ignoring her. Why?
âPlease,â she begged, kneeling on the ground and bowing her head. âPlease, help me. I must protect Hyrule, I must fulfill my duty as a queen andâand as a mother. Please.â
Frustration began to build up in her as nothing happened. Everything felt easier back then for her despite nearly losing her kingdom. She felt like she could focus, like she could clear her head to figure out what to do. But now everything felt hard, impossible. Like she was trapped in quicksand that she couldnât escape. Every decision led to a terrible consequence, where she would bear the weight of the blame due to her position. Not looking into the disappearances earlier, not spending time with her family, not building good relationships with people, stretching herself thin where she felt like she could barely do anythingâ
Goddesses, she couldnât fail. There were too many people depending on herâan entire kingdom depended on her.
âPlease, I need your help,â she tried one more, resting her head on the ground, her voice shaking, âI cannot do this without you.â
âZelda.â
Her head shot up, finding herself in a dark world that was lit up by the water and the light spirits watching her. Relief swelled in her, and she bowed her head.
âThank you, light spirits,â she started, âI need you helpââ
âNo you do not,â the spirit of Lanayru interrupted her, the snake-like eyes watching her. Zelda paused, taken aback from the sudden bluntness.
âW-What do you mean?â
âYou do not need our help.â
âIâYes, I do. I need the light arrows to defeat a beast of darknessââ
âAnd you were wise in searching for the light arrowsâŚâ
âBut⌠youâre not going to give them to me?â
Eldin moved closer to her. âYou already have themâŚâ
Zelda paused, looking down at her empty hands. âIâŚI already have them?â
âYouâve always had them,â Faron jumped in, tilting their head. âThey never left you.â
âIâHow do I get them then? Iâve never used them since Ganondorf.â
âThat is something you will have to figure out yourselfâŚâ Faron explained.
âYou do not put enough faith in yourselfâŚâ Eldin added.
âAnd so you struggle to find that divine powerâŚâ Lanayru finished.
Zelda frowned, rubbing her right hand where the triforce of wisdom glowed. âHow do I find it then? How⌠how do I simply put faith in myself?â
âIt is no easy taskâŚyouâve dealt with many obstacles in your life nowâŚwe do not blame you for struggling soâŚâ
âBut you must learn to be kind to yourselfâŚyou are only a HylianâŚâ
âA Hylian that is responsible for my kingdom,â Zelda grumbled. âI must be hard on myself otherwise Iâll never make the right decision!â
Lanayru shook their head. âYouâll simply overthink everythingâŚyou put too much pressure on yourselfâŚâ
Zelda paused, looking down at the bright water, the memory of her and Edmundâs conversation playing through her mind.
â⌠looking at you now, Iâve grown more worried than upset,â Edmund said to her. âYouâve overworked yourself so much to the point that you collapsed. Thatâs not a good thing. I suppose I⌠I just want to know why youâre so intent on doing everything yourself, when Iâm here to⌠help you.â
She had put so much pressure on herself that she literally passed out from exhaustion, and her mind has felt foggy ever since. Perhaps itâs felt foggy long before the disappearances have gotten worse, since the twilight invasionâŚ
Goddesses, everything has felt impossible, cloudy, and too heavy for her to bear. But she didnât know how to receive helpâshe didnât know how to fix it. Yet it clearly was keeping her from the light arrows, so much so that the light spirits recognized it.
âIâŚseeâŚâ she simply said. âIâve always had the light arrows?â
âYesâŚyouâve always had them⌠you just need to learn how to use themâŚâ
Zelda sighed, frowning as she stared at her hands. A familiar, warm tingling sensation started at where her triforce piece lingered, and she nodded. She could do this, she had to.
âCan I ask you one more thing then?â She asked, looking up at the light spirits. They each nodded, and Zelda got to her feet, still keeping her head bowed. âWhat are we up against?â
Ordona stepped forward, with the others making way for her. âThis is a shadow beast⌠one of the first created by the usurper ZantâŚit has lingered in the Twilight Realm all these years, getting strongerâŚâ
âIf itâs from the Twilight Realm, how did it get here?â Zelda asked, thinking of Midna somehow coming back for Kori.
âIt has stolen force from the Twili there⌠growing strong enough to be able to move between worlds while staying hiddenâŚâ
âForce? Like⌠life force?â
The spirits each looked at each other, and the world around them began to fade.
âYour kingdom needs you, Queen of HyruleâŚgo, and save themâŚâ
Zelda blinked and she was suddenly back in the room. She still felt clouded and weak, but she knew that her friends needed her, as did her kingdom. Ignoring the questions that werenât answered, she looked at the triforce of wisdom on her hand and closed her eyes, reaching deep within her to access the magic she had. The warm feeling in her hand began again, and it spread throughout her chest. For a moment, she felt the power in her flow through her veins, a warmth in her fingers.
Then it went away.
Zelda opened her eyes to see nothing in front of her, only the empty room above the inn. Her brows furrowed as she stared at her hands, the fingers trembling slightly.
âI donât understand,â she whimpered, clenching her fists, âI need them! How do I⌠why couldnât you just tell me?â
The room remained silent as Sheik sat there, her prayers unanswered and her hands empty. She looked around her, kneeled down, and once again tried to reach deep within herself to find the arrows, but there was nothing. Not even the faint glow of the triforce of wisdom appeared.
âCome on! I canât leave without them! I said Iâd get them, why canât I get them?â Sheik punched the floor in frustration, her divine magic suddenly feeling like it was being sucked out of her. She simply asked back then, and the light spirits answered. Of course it had to be different now, of course it had to be harder for her.
A faint explosion was heard outside, along with screaming, and Sheik finally sat up, looking around the room. She could sulk in the room forever, but she still had a duty to the resistance; she needed to help them, empty-handed.
Admitting defeat, Sheik stood up and ran to the window, jumping out and climbing onto the roof. Immediately she spotted a cloud of smoke ahead of her, with the sounds of roaring and yelling, and she took off towards it. A shop in front of the fountain was completely destroyed, with Link trying to distract the shadow beast while Rusl laid unconscious in the rubble, and Kori worriedly looked over him. Sheik grimaced at the sight, dread resting in her stomach as she watched Rusl, pale and unmoving.
âG-Grandpaââ the little boy whimpered, shaking him gently, but he didnât wake up.
âKori, get out of here!â Link yelled, but Kori remained frozen at his grandfatherâs side. They were helpless against the thing, and Sheik couldnât help but feel her blood freeze at the sight of the creature. It truly looked far more powerful than the normal shadow beasts, and she could feel the powerâthe forceâradiating off of it. Memories of the twilight invasion came flooding in, with her watching shadow beasts killing her soldiers right before her very eyes, her own parents twisting and morphing into the black creatures by Zantâs hands, and her watching helplessly as it all happened. Itâs all she wasâhelpless!
It turned from Link and spotted Kori, directing its attention to him, and Link tried to get it to turn back around.
âDonât you dareâLOOK AT ME!â He yelled, desperate to keep his son safe, but it was in vain as the beast turned fully to Kori, who hugged Rusl in fear. The rest of the resistance seemed to be down, with Shad trying to help Ashei off the ground and Auru loading his bazooka frantically, and Sheik knew that Link wouldnât be able to stop it from charging at Kori and Rusl. For some reason, a vision shot through her mind, one of the beast attacking her daughter in the same manner, and something inside her snapped. If she failed to kill this monster, then it was going to harm her daughter, and she couldnât bear to let that happen.
She wasnât going to let it happen.
As soon as the beast started to charge towards Kori, she jumped from the roof, landing in front of him and aiming her right hand at the beast. The triforce of wisdom glowed against her hand, shining brightly against her eyes as the diving light warmed her entire body. The magic was soon condensed and it formed into the bow of light and arrows, floating before her until she grabbed hold of it. Without having time to think, she pulled the bow back with a light arrow and shot it straight at the beastâs chest.
The shriek from the beast rang out through the town, the light attacking every inch of it like lightning as if flinched away from her. Sheik heard a confused grunt and turned to see Rusl wide awake, his brows furrowed and eyes wide as he stared at Sheik.
âLook out!â Sheik heard someone yell, and she turned just in time to see the beast charging, its mouth snarling open wide that almost paralyzed her in fear. Sheâs never seen their faces before. Breaking out of her fear, she shot an arrow at it when it was inches away from her, and it shriveled, growing agitated from the pain. Sheik was about to shoot it again, but it began slamming the ground in anger, nearly smashing her in the process if Rusl hadnât pulled her out of the way, and she was huddled up next to him and Kori. The beast shrieked as the light attacked it, and Link got close to finish it off, but he was smacked away from the chaos.
âPapa!â Kori yelled, and ran to where his father landed.
âNo! Kori!â Rusl yelled, holding tight to his grandson and following.
Before they could move past the monster however, black magic formed from where the beast rampaged, spreading right under Sheik and the others. A red swirl appeared in the center beneath the shadow beast, a sight that was all too familiar to Sheik, and she suddenly felt trapped in one place from the black magic surrounding her. A dizziness assaulted her as she tried to stand, and to her horror, she watched as the light arrow and bow disappeared from her hands. Her fingers began to vanish, turning into black squares that were being sucked into the center of the portal, and the last thing she saw before disappearing was Link reaching out to her.
#Kori#love at twilight#smiles writes#yayyy!#1 year anniversary!!!#and everything is going terrible! :D#idk I think writing all that action in whumtpober made writing action here nearly IMPOSSIBLE#it was so hard#and so the ending is kinda weak#but hopefully yâall can tell whatâs going on#thanks as always to the lovely Bearie for beta reading and giving me suggestions đ#a true homie#twilight princess#gosh weâre getting to the exciting stuff hehe#cant tell you how satisfying it is to see a long chapter index ah!#Iâm one of the fanfic writers !! :D
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Can I request a Carol Danvers x sister reader please where R lives a normal life on earth but is constantly worried and missing Carol? Carol comes back during the snap era of Earth and finds R, but r is a bit cold as she thinks Carol doesn't care about her. Angst at the start but then they slowly rebuild their sisterly bond?
Shooting Stars
Pairing:Â Carol Danvers x Sister! Reader
Summary:Â When the whole world is turned upside down, your sister was the last person you expected to see.
Angst & Comfort
Warnings: Fear of Abandonment, Mentions of family âdeathâ | 2K
AC:Â Iâm not 100% confident on the history of Carol and her family so please forgive me for any mistakes. Thank you for sending this & I hope you enjoy! x
The snap wasnât easy for anybody, especially those who had lost a friend or family member to Thanoâs actions. It had only been a week since you realized that your mother, father and older brother had fallen victims to the snap, leaving you on earth alone to continue life in a new form. You were the youngest of three, Steve was the eldest and then came your older sister, Carol and then came you.Â
Growing up you had a close bond with Carol, the two of you did almost everything together. Wherever Carol was, there you were right by her side. You adored your older sister; she was everything to you, you loved her drive to do whatever she wanted, you were there for her when she joined the air force but then she left.
Since then, things between you and Carol were never the same. She spent more and more time in space and communication between you both got quieter as the weeks turned to months and eventually you just accepted the fact that Carol had found a better place to be, a better family.Â
Steve was at work when the snap took him, your mother was out having coffee with her closet friend and your father was on his way to work. You reached out to Carol, leaving her a message to let her know that your parents and brother were victims of Thanos, you didnât expect a reply, it had been months since you last heard from her.Â
The afternoon sun kissed the living room of your family home, trying to watch a movie to pass the quietness of your home, you closed the blinds before you heard the sounds of an aircraft landing out the front. You knew who it was, you just didnât care to greet her. Instead, you returned to the sofa and did your best to bring your focus back to the movie you were halfway through.Â
Carol opened the front door, letting herself in like she normally would. Her footsteps could be heard making their way to the living room before you looked over your shoulder and laid eyes on her. One look at you and she knew it would take a bit for you to talk to her, after all, she knew you better than anybody else, so she thought.Â
âGirls Trip, thatâs a good movieâ her voice spoke over the movie.Â
âYeahâ you mumbled, not even thinking about pausing the movie to give her any more of your attention. From the corner of your eye, you watched as Carol took a seat in the armchair that your father claimed as his. You looked over to her, âIâd rather you not sit thereâ you said, âyou know he didnât like us sitting in his chairâ you added.
âWell, I guess he isnât here to tell me offâ Carol replied, jokingly in hopes it would break the ice.Â
âIâm glad you think the death of our father is funnyâ you shook your head before turning the tv off, âwhat do you want Carol?â You turned to her.Â
âI came here for youâ she admitted.Â
âIâm doing just fineâ you sighed.Â
Carolâs eyes dropped slightly, âyouâre mad at meâÂ
âOf course Iâm mad at you!â You snapped, âyou havenât been here! I know what you do is important, and this isnât your fault, but itâs been a week Carol, a damn week! And now you want to come here for me? You didnât even reply to my message to me know that you were okay so yeah, excuse me for not exactly being the happiest to see youâÂ
Carol watched as you wandered off to your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. With your little outburst, it gave Carol a bit of an idea on where your emotions were at. She knew she hadnât been the best sister to you or Steve in recent years, she knew she had to do better.
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Carol didnât leave that night, the next morning, you woke up to the smell of bacon sizzling on the stove. It reminded you of how your mother would make your father breakfast each morning before he would leave for work, you were a student studying from home to become an architect so your mother would always whip you up a quick breakfast for when you awoke.Â
âI hope youâre hungryâ Carol smiled softly, flipping a slice of bacon when she heard you enter the kitchen.Â
âIâm a vegetarianâ you replied, opening the fridge to grab the fresh strawberries you had brought yesterday.Â
âI knew thatâ Carol said more so to herself, âI suppose you wonât eat the eggs then?â She asked.Â
âNot since youâve cooked them in the same pan as the bacon and besides, I had eggs yesterdayâ you replied before wandering outside to the back patio. Carol sighed, the last time she saw you, you mentioned that you had decided to go vegetarian, but it slipped her mind. She finished cooking breakfast and turned the stove off.Â
That afternoon, a little after lunch, you had gotten yourself ready to go for a small jog around the neighborhood when Carol asked if she could join you.Â
âIf you want, but Iâm not slowly down if you canât keep upâ you replied, tying your shoelaces. Your cold bluntness towards her was starting to really bother her. âCan we talk first?â She asked, seeing you roll your eyes at her request.Â
âWhat do you want to talk about, Carol?â You asked, sitting back in the sofa, looking up at her.Â
Carol wasnât exactly expecting you to respond the way you did, putting her slightly off guard. She wasnât sure where to start or what to say that would make up for her absence. She took a seat next to you before breaking the silence, âIâm sorryâ she said softly but clearly.Â
âYouâre sorry? Okay, cool, are we done?â You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.
Carol shook her head, âno, I want to make sure youâre okayâÂ
âOkay? Carol, you donât understand. Iâm not just mad at you for waiting a week to come home, Iâm mad because you abandoned me. You left. You left us, your family and went off into space and found a better place to be. You donât talk to me anymore; it seems like you donât even want to know how we are doing or anything. You picked your new family and it fucking hurts. I looked up to you, I would stay up all night worrying about you! Every shooting star I saw, I wondered if you saw it too.Â
Steve moved out and is living is own life, but he comes home to visit, and I go to visit him. I canât just get up and fly into space to see you whenever I miss you or just want to bitch to my sister about life. I lost mom, dad and Steve but I lost you long before I lost themâ tears filled your eyes as you struggled to maintain eye contact with your older sister.Â
âSorry doesnât just fix this Carol. Sorry means nothing to me. I want my sister back; I want my sister who would make me laugh when I had a bad day, I want my sister who would tell me all about aircrafts and what you liked most about them, I miss when you would take me out for ice cream just because we were bored, I miss talk to you, I miss tell you all about my day and asking you for advice. I miss my sister. Youâre just Carol to me nowâ you added, tears now streaming down your face. You hated getting emotional, before Carol had a chance to say a word, you stood up and wiped your tears.Â
âJust give me some spaceâ you said softly before going for your jog, leaving Carol to drown in her thoughts and guilt for the way she had made you feel.Â
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Later that night, you were catching up on some study when you took a break to get yourself a drink. The house was quiet, but the lights were left on, Carol was nowhere to be seen. You sighed, assuming that she had taken the easy way and left back to her new home but just as you grabbed a cold bottle of water from the fridge, you heard the front door close.Â
âOh good, youâre out of your roomâ Carol smiled, placing a paper bag of goods on the counter, âyou need to put some air in your tires, theyâre getting flatâ she added.Â
âW-what, I mean, where did you go?â You asked, confused.Â
âI went out and got us some movies, old school on DVD of course. Did you know long I had to drive to find a store that rents out movies? I gave up and just brought theseâ she replied, pulling out a pile of 6 DVDâs and placing them beside the bag. From what you could see it was a mix of comedy and action movies, not surprisingly as the two of you loved watching those as children.Â
âThen I stopped at the store and got some ice cream, I know itâs not the same as going out to get it but figured thereâs no harm in having a tub each, right?â She added. You gave her little to know reaction, just a soft smile and nod as you watched her unload snacks and the ice cream from the brown paper bag.Â
She turned to you, âI know Iâve hurt you; I know words wonât do anything to fix what Iâve broken but I need you to know that I never abandoned you, I thought about you every single day, I donât have an excuse for what Iâve done but I canât learn from my mistakes if you donât let me tryâÂ
Your eyes dropped to the pile of DVDs on the counter, âwe are not watching pearl harbourâ you replied, âand Iâm taking the strawberry ice creamâ you smiled softly which caused Carol to also smile. You grabbed a spoon from the drawer, took the ice cream tub and waited in the living room for Carol to join you. It would take some time for things to be rebuilt again between you both but as much as you were upset with Carol, you knew deep down you canât stay mad at her forever.Â
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Carol stayed with you for months, only ever going back to space twice a week to make sure things were still in order but she made it clear that her top priority was being there for you. Sometimes you even went with her to space, where she showed you around her place. She had childhood photos of you and her hung up in her living room which made you smile softly to yourself, maybe you were a little too harsh on your sister after all, she was always trying to keep the world safe.Â
âWhat are you working on?â You asked Carol who was under her aircraft in her green overalls that your mother had left hanging up in Carolâs childhood wardrobe.Â
âJust making sure everything is okay with the oil and tighten bots, can you hand me the wrench?â She asked. You lent down and picked up the silver wrench and handed it to her. âCan I help with anything?â You offered, remembering when you were younger and Carol would teach you things about the engine and let you help her out whenever there was something mechanically wrong.Â
âActually, yeah! If you wanna come under here and hold this piece of metal in place for me, that would be really helpful!â Carol replied.Â
âLemme go get changed firstâ you said, seeing as you didnât want to ruin your clothes.
Carol, under the aircraft smiled to herself while she waited for you to return, she also missed having her sister around to do things with. One day at a time, the sisterly bond you and Carol once had returned, only stronger.
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SEVIKA X F!READER
-no warnings just pure fluff
âYOU MAKE ME FEEL⌠AT HOME.â
The bar was lively that night, packed with regulars and a few unfamiliar faces, filling the place with laughter and the occasional clash of tankards. Y/n moved between tables, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she poured drinks and listened to customersâ stories. Her soft demeanor and kind eyes were a quiet contrast to the roughness of the barâs usual patrons.
Sevika stepped in, her presence immediately drawing attention. She was used to commanding the room, but tonight, her eyes drifted past the crowds, drawn to the bartender in the cornerâY/n. Sevika had heard rumors about her, a quiet girl with a heart of gold, and sheâd laughed them off. Love wasnât something she ever had time for. But the moment she saw Y/n, her heart stumbled.
As she made her way to the bar, Sevika watched Y/n work, the gentleness in her movements, the shy glances she gave her customers, her soft âthank yousâ and nods. She found herself, for once, a little nervous.
Y/n approached, giving her a warm smile. âWhat can I get for you?â
Sevika cleared her throat, trying to keep her cool. âJust a whiskey,â she replied, unable to take her eyes off her.
As Y/n poured the drink, a group of drunk men seated nearby noticed her and started making noisesâwhistles, crude comments, laughing too loudly. Y/n glanced over nervously, her face turning a shade of pink, but she kept her focus on the task, setting the whiskey in front of Sevika with a quiet, âHere you go.â
âThanks,â Sevika muttered, throwing a quick glare toward the men, who were now staring at Y/n with obvious intentions. Sevika took a slow sip of her drink, fighting the urge to interfere.
One of the men staggered over, leaning too close. âHey, sweetheart,â he slurred, âwhy donât you come over here and give us a little company, hmm?â
Y/nâs cheeks reddened as she took a step back. âI⌠Iâm just working,â she replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Sevika watched the man with a hardened stare. âI think sheâs fine where she is,â she growled, her voice carrying a warning.
The man glanced over, catching sight of Sevikaâs glare and the mechanical arm resting on the bar. He muttered something under his breath and retreated, going back to his table with his friends.
Y/n looked up at Sevika, gratitude shining in her eyes. âThank you,â she said softly.
Sevika shrugged, trying to act casual. âCanât have idiots like that bothering you. Besides,â she added with a smirk, âIâve got my own reasons to want your attention.â
Y/nâs face turned pink, and she looked down, fiddling with her apron nervously. âWell, um⌠what⌠what kind of reasons?â she managed to ask, her shyness making Sevikaâs heart beat a little faster.
âYouâre a good listener,â Sevika replied, leaning in closer, her gaze softening. âA little quiet, but⌠I like that. Makes me feel like I donât have to be all tough around you.â
Y/n gave a shy smile, her fingers brushing her hair back. âMost people donât like the quiet,â she admitted. âThey think itâs boring.��
âBoring?â Sevika scoffed, her voice low. âI think itâs⌠calming. And I donât know what it is about you, but you make me feelâŚâ She hesitated, almost embarrassed to admit it. ââŚat home.â
Y/nâs smile grew, and she reached out, resting her hand on Sevikaâs. Her touch was gentle, tentative, but Sevika felt warmth spreading through her chest. âThatâs probably the nicest thing anyoneâs ever said to me,â Y/n murmured.
Sevika chuckled, feeling a rare shyness herself. âGuess I should come around here more often.â
Y/n bit her lip, her gaze meeting Sevikaâs. âI⌠I wouldnât mind that,â she whispered, her voice full of sincerity.
The night passed, and Sevika stayed, letting herself relax, talking and laughing with Y/n between orders. The world outside the bar seemed to disappear.
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Fancy Seeing you Here || Roronoa Zoro
Syn: Robbing Zoro isnât a good idea, and youâre forced to work for the straw hats after having a bitter reunion with Zoro when he rescues you from the hands of pirates.
Warnings: No Smut
Zoro x reader
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Chills ran down your spine as you heard the laughter of the guards.
Those taunting chortles, reminding you that you were constantly under supervision, no escape and no rescue in sight.
Maybe you'd be a little bit more comfortable if you weren't stripped down to your underwear, arms chained up whilst you were forced down onto your knees.
God, it hurt.
Your whole body hurt, and the constant shivers from the sheer cold wasn't helping your state.
You couldn't feel your fingers, your lips were cracked and you could barely open your eyes.
All you wanted to do was go home.
"Hey! Can you at least give me my clothes back?" You yelled out, desperate to get the attention of the guards.
The response you got was a rock thrown at you, followed by mocking laughter.
"Perverts!"
You didn't know how much time had passed since you were captured and put down here.
At least it was a pirate ship, and not a marine one.
The guards were long gone now, enjoying hot meals in the kitchen with the rest of their wretched crew.
You were about to allow yourself to fall asleep, but the rushing footsteps followed by gunshots coming from the upper deck startled you awake.
What the fuck?
Was this ship finally going to be taken down?
"I'm going to check their treasure supply, you, come with me!" You heard a feminine voice.
Was she going to be a friend or a foe..? You only hoped she'd be cordial enough to get you out of these cuffs.
As the door slowly creaked open, the first thing you saw was the two blades of swords peaking in.
"H..hello?" You called out, rattling against the cuffs to grab their attention.
You heard a squeal and the yelp of another man.
You could only guess she had pushed him forward to protect herself from any danger.
"What is wrong with you, nami?!" He yelled, grumbling as he found his ground once more
You decided to speak up again. It was pretty dark so you assumed they couldn't see you well, the same way you couldn't see them well.
"Please help me! I need to get out of these cuffs... and some clothes would be nice too.." you pleaded, rattling the chains to show them you were, indeed, locked up.
"How do we know you're not going to attack us?" The woman named Nami asked, her footsteps getting closer to you.
"I haven't eaten in days.. and I have none of my weapons.. Im not a devil user either..!" You explained, desperately trying to convince them to let you go.
You couldn't hear anything after that.
They silently exchanged glances, Nami nodding at Zoro, motioning for him to hurry and break the cuffs off of your wounded arm.
You gasped in satisfaction, itching the spot where those damn cuffs had squeezed for days.
"Thank you! Thank you-"
As you got up to rush off the ship, you felt your knees give out under you, ending up with you crashing onto the man that had cut off your bindings.
You could see him now.
As clear as day.
"You!"
Before you could say anything else, everything went dark.
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The music in the bar was loud, loud enough to conceal your footsteps and your presence.
You were planning on stealing something off of everyone in the building, a new type of thrill you liked to indulge in.
You had already stolen the wallets, rings, and necklaces off of half of the people here. It was getting boring.
Your hopes of the adrenaline and thrill of getting caught were slowly starting to simmer.
Key word, slowly.
Your interests were sparked once again when a pirate walked in.
How did you know he was a pirate? The wanted poster stuck to the bulletin board of the bar matched his appearance perfectly.
Roronoa Zoro, former pirate hunter, and now a pirate of the straw hat crew.
You licked your lips, watching his every move, the three swords on his hips taunting you to just try and rob him.
Maybe one of them wouldn't be so bad..
Twenty minutes later, you were running away with a wad of his cash in your grip and with him running after you with two swords out.
Unfortunately, taking one of his swords proved to be too much of a life threatening task for you..
"Come back here! Damn it.. how is she so fast!" Zoro yelled, anger and frustration mixing in the pit of his stomach.
All you did was giggle, jumping up and landing on the roof of a house, he followed straight after you.
You may not have a devil fruit, but you were definitely on par with many users when it came to physical ability.
"Give it up! I can chase after you all night!" He yelled once again, following after you as you jumped from roof to roof.
Twenty minutes later, you had finally lost him.
Really, all you did was turn a corner and he somehow went the other way? What a stupid way to lose someone.
"Ha.. chase after me all night my ass."
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You woke up with a groan, your whole body felt like it was on fire.
"You're finally awake! Boy, you sure are lucky Nami forced Zoro to bring you here." You heard a voice speak. It sounded like a child speaking..
You quickly sat up, checking your surroundings.
You were in a doctor's office, and next to you there was a weird raccoon dog looking thing dressed up as a doctor.
"Did you just.. talk?" You asked, leaning down to get a closer look at him. âMy names Chopp-â
You pinched one of his cheeks, completely in awe at how cute something a raccoon dog could be.
He grumbled, crossing his arms.
As much as he tried to look tough, you couldn't help but squeal at how cute he was.
The door to the office swung open, and in walked the one and only Roronoa Zoro.
"Finally! You! Give me my money back!" He yelled, storming towards you.
He held you by the collar and all you could do was put your arms up in surrender.
"I already spent it, loser." You stuck your tongue out.
You weren't gonna show fear towards him.
"Why you-!"
"Zoro! Leave my patient alone!" The raccoon dog yelled, and then proceeded to grow 3 times in size.
"Holy!" You yelled, startled at the rapid transformation.
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A few days passed, you really didn't keep count. If you had to guess, you'd say about six days..
With the amount of times Zoro yelled at you, you were surprised you weren't thrown overboard.
"Listen, you green haired freak, I don't have the money!"
"Then make it up to me!"
"Kiss my ass!"
Blah blah blah..
At least the crew thought it was funny.
The only other person who didn't think it was in the slightest bit humorous was Nami.
"She can just work it off if she can't pay us back."
She yawned, sunbathing with a lemonade in hand.
"I'll be damned before I work for a bunch of pirates!" You yelled, handing both Robin and chopper lemonades.
So.. you were already working for them.. the world kept spinning and you had a safe space to sleep. You just hated admitting you were now a servant for the straw hats.
You did a bunch of stuff for them. Franky needed help with upgrading things around the ship, Usopp needed help with his inventions, and Luffy made you steal food for him. It was more dangerous than it sounds.
Sanji just liked having a girl keep him company in the kitchen, you hated it, to say the least.
Now Zoro.. he put you through torture.
He made you clean his weights, he made you spar with him, he made you scrub the floors of his room, and, to put the cherry on top, he made you bring him booze every time he was on watch.
The sun finally set, marking your week long stay with the straw hats.
And who did you spend this day with? Zoro.
"If you hate me so much, why do you make me stay with you?" You groaned, leaning against the railing.
"I don't like you, but you keep your mouth shut, and that's what I like." He replied, downing the rest of his drink.
He was so weird. Did he just not know how to express his emotions?
You've spent so much time with him, you were starting to suspect he had already forgiven you for robbing him.
"Admit it, you've grown to like me." You teased, poking his shoulder.
You were quite literally poking the bear.
He clicked his tongue and muttered a small âyouâre delusionalâ Wow, he wasnât even bothered to yell at you.
You wondered how far you could actually take this.
Running your fingers over his muscles, you leaned closer to him, "I definitely don't mind spending my time with you." You said, your voice sultry and clear with flirtation.
"Shut up." He muttered, but he didn't slap your hand away or move out of your reach. It was like he was enjoying this.
So you decided to continue.
âYou know.. thereâs something more I can do to pay back for what I did..â you whispered in his ear, leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.
You were planning on going lower than that, but before you could make your move, you were pressed up against the railing, almost dangling off of the ship.
Zoroâs arms trapped you, an unamused look on his face.
âYou want to play that game? Fine.â He said, leaning in closer to you.
You looked back, the water looked dark and dangerous. You felt like you could fall in at any moment. His hand moved to grip your cheeks, forcing you to face him.
âYouâve really pissed me off, (Y/n). So youâre gonna go and hide, and if I find you, then youâll pay me back.â He said before letting you go and watching you scurry off.
Oh fuck.
Out of all the places you could hide, why would you pick the first storage closet you could find?
Maybe it was the adrenaline, and the thrill of being chased, but you were actually hoping heâd find you.
A few minutes later, you could hear his footsteps, and the familiar sound of his swords clanking against each other.
You held your breath as his shadow stopped in front of the closet.
The handle rattled and you could feel your heartbeat increase.
As the door opened, he peered down at you, a sinister smirk stretched out across his face.
He crouched down, his green bandana in hand.
âThere you are.â He said, wrapping the bandana around your head, low enough so that it was covering your eyes.
You felt him pick you up and swing you up over his shoulder.
This was only going to go one way.
And you were going to like it.
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Can you tell us more about the au of Gordon injecting himself with alien dna?? Food please?? đ
Omggg yes I CANNNNN
I was originally gonna write a fic for it to get it all down on paper but Iâm having a lot of trouble finding a good starting point and perspective, so I guess Iâll ramble about it here.
Ok so Gordonâs kind of a mess of a mad scientist in this au, he kinda goes off the deep end after the divorce and losing custody of Joshua and takes interest in an abandoned project he comes across at Black Mesa.
The project was an attempt to replicate whatever the hell happened with Benrey, which was some kind of fucked up accidental alien fusion with one of the guards. Benrey still exists at Black Mesa, as a traumatic event outside itâs walls has lead him to believe itâs the only place he belongs, and works as security for anomalous entities in exchange for video games and shit. He exists as more of a myth to most of the scientists, but Tommy knows all about him, and was on the team that initially handled Benreyâs containment. Considering Benreyâs expansive abilities and considerable strength the government sought to create some kind of super solider using his DNA, but all of the experiments failed and all the test animals died. They tried just about everything but gave up, deciding it was more trouble than it was worth.
Enter GORDON, baked out of his mind on caffeine and lack of sleep, desperate to better himself and to make himself a bit stronger, reading all this and getting a very bad idea. He takes some time off work and steals some shit from the lab to tinker with old samples and formulas, and on the last day before he goes back to work he has a bit of a mental breakdown and injects himself with something he made and passes tf out.
He wakes up the next day and doesnât remember doing it so he goes to work, where heâs confronted for stealing old test samples and notes for the forbidden project, and he kinda freaks out and transforms into an alien killing machine and kills all the scientists who could have possible known what the hell he did. Less experienced with alien superpowers, Gordon is subdued by Benrey, who is incredibly intrigued to meet something even remotely similar to himself.
Gordon turns back into a human after passing out, but is placed under heavy containment (hence the chains) and a group of scientists is recruited to try and get some answers out of him. Dr Coomer, because he already knew Gordon prior to the incident and they wanted a familiar face to put him at ease (lest he transform and wreck more havoc) Bubby because heâs the perfect life form, a more human version of the experiment that gordon somehow managed to pull off, and Tommy because heâs already familiar with Benrey and has experience dealing with this kind of thing. Benrey is there too but heâs just there to make sure Gordon doesnât get out of hand again, because they literally have no idea what heâs capable of.
Phew! I think thatâs about everything I thought of. I just really like monster Gordon, I think he should be able to go apeshit, as a treat <3
#hlvrai#hlvrai benrey#hlvrai au#hlvrai dr coomer#hlvrai tommy#hlvrai bubby#hlvrai gordos feetman#hlvrai gordon#fic idea??? Ig??#If someone wants to make something for this be my GUEST#half life vr but the ai is self aware#half live vr ai#half life but the ai are self aware
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