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sunnysviolin · 4 years ago

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currently having so many thoughts about aubrey getting sick of her moms mess one day and packing her bunny into her carrier and just leaving... she drifts about friends houses for a while before basil braves up to ask if she's okay :(( she's all out of energy + too stubborn to go home so she doesn't bother arguing and lets him take her to see polly (sorry me again with aubrey ramblings pls tell me to shush if you dont vibe w it)

Wow....I love this so much so I’m gonna combine it with that ask I got the other day and noodle on this a bit. Hope you don’t mind me taking your idea and running nonnie!!!

This got really long and kind of intense, so I’m putting it under a Read More. There’s also gonna be way more ahead!! This AU has caught me. But y’all Serious warning for emotional child abuse and neglect. Aubrey’s mother is decidedly not a good person, and their relationship is very damaged. Read only if you know you mentally can handle it, and no shame in skipping this. This part of it is heavy. TW: Child abuse and neglect. TW: Alcoholism TW: Running Away TW: Homelessness

In the end it’s the rain that does it. The rain, the drafts in their weary old house, and the bucket that sits in the corner of her room next to her half broken laundry basket

On the last night Aubrey spends in her mother’s house the rain is coming down in freezing icy sheets. It’s bitterly cold, and she is weary.

The summer of her 16th year has come and gone, and they are firm into the grip of September. It was a summer that had changed everything in her life. A summer where she found her way back to her chosen family, while becoming more isolated than ever from her real family. She had spent almost every hour out of the house- riding scooters with her gang, reconnecting with Basil, finding her way back into Kel’s loyal heart, letting her walls down around Hero, even discovering a hidden strength within her to forgive Sunny.

It was the best summer of her life, even beating out the perfect summers spent in her childhood with Mari. In those days Aubrey had been naive. She didn’t know what she had, she just assumed she would always have it. This summer she had seen every experience for what it was- a gift.

Fall coming had been difficult. Really almost nothing had changed, except it had.

Hero had gone back to college, promising to visit at every chance he could. Aubrey had pushed down the spike of jaded denial that had risen up inside her at his words, and put her arm around Kel who was misty eyed saying goodbye to his brother.

Sunny had spent most days in Faraway at either Kel or Basil’s house over the summer, but now he only came on weekends. He had started school again, a new school where no one knew his name or his face. He didn’t say much about it, but he hadn’t stopped going yet, so Aubrey considered it progress.

Kel and Basil had stuck close to her, and she was thankful for it. Aubrey knew now that nothing would ever separate the five of them again, but there was still the irrational fear inside of her that they would all leave her sooner or later. Her gang must’ve seen something too, because they had been awkwardly affectionate in a way that both irritated and comforted her.

But her mother....

Her mother had changed too.

By sixteen Aubrey knew her mothers rhythms like the back of her hand. She knew the cycles that played out. Her mother would circle through various moods- cleaning, ignoring, depressing, drinking, regretting, promising, and then cleaning again.

The regularity of it all had numbed her to the terrible conditions of her childhood home, and Aubrey spent most of her time out of the house anyway. (She had never been so grateful for nine hours at school, four hours after school goofing off in a big group, and the usual invitation to dinner with Polly or Kel’s mother. Aubrey usually only went home to sleep these days)

But her mother had added and taken away from her cycle. There was a new cycle now, and it was impossible to deal with.

Ignoring, Depressing, Drinking, Angry, Regretting. Rinse and Repeat.

Angry was new. Angry was (terrifying)....Angry was new.

Aubrey had never tried to disrupt her mother’s cycle before, but Angry was enough to get her to try. She would clean the house top to bottom, putting in an effort she had never put in before to make things nice. She had thrown away bottles, cleaned dishes, cooked food, on and on all in an effort to change what she knew was coming. It still came. Her mother still wailed like a banshee, shrieking and hollering loud enough neighbors had called.

The calls were the worst part. The low humiliation that sat in her stomach as she assured these people who didn’t really care that everything was fine, all while her mother continued to scream in the background.

With Angry, Regretting was also different too. Aubrey, never one to take things lying down, screamed back until angry tears burst from her eyes. She would break down and sob in front of her mother, her walls finally ripped apart brick by brick by the woman who was supposed to love her most.

Then her mom would hold her tight and promise things would be different. Regretting had mixed with Promising, and as much as Aubrey wanted to shove away the confusing affection, she couldn’t bring herself to.

Screaming at each other was the only time that Aubrey’s mother looked at her. Curled in her mother’s arms weeping was the only time that her mother had a kind word. Aubrey couldn’t resist what she always craved, and some sick twisted part of her even longed for the point where her mother would snap and start yelling, just because she knew the release of emotions was soon to follow.

That last night in her house was one of those nights. Her mother was yelling, too incoherent for Aubrey to even make out the words, but the tone said everything. Her mother had lost it over the dishes in the sink piling up. Aubrey had done them this morning, yet somehow she came home to a sink full of chipped dirty dishes. Those dishes felt like an ironic symbol of her life. No matter how many times she wiped it away. The dishes would be dirty the second she turned around.

Aubrey was already in tears, her fists bunched at her sides and her teeth grinding down against each other. Soon enough it would be time for her to start yelling back, and the cycle would go on and on and on. The dishes would never be clean.

Aubrey didn’t want it to go on. Not even her mother holding her was worth how torn apart her heart was becoming. She fled upstairs, slamming the door to attic and locking it tight. It didn’t matter anyway. By this point of drinking, her mother could barely stand, let alone climb a ladder.

The rain was slamming against her windows, a steady drip already starting in the bucket in her room. It was freezing cold, and goosebumps rose on her bare arms. Maribelle was sitting in her pen, her nose twitching as she watched her Aubrey. Aubrey brushed at her damp cheeks and picked her bunny up, snuggling the tiny white creature close to her chest.

Maribelle was too cold. Her mother hadn’t paid the heating bill again. The rain was too loud, and the wind sneaking in wrapped Aubrey in a tight grip. Aubrey sat on the edge of the bed and rocked her bun, trying in vain to warm them both up. A single thought ran through her head over and over

This wasn’t worth it. This wasn’t worth the love she craved from a woman who couldn’t give it. This wasn’t worth her pride at keeping things together. This wasn’t worth trying to fix over and over with no results.

The rain began to slow to a quieter drizzle. Her mother was silent below. In the cold wet of her tiny attic room, Aubrey decided.

No. This really just...wasn’t worth it.

Aubrey slipped onto her knees, keeping Maribelle close as she pulled her backpack towards her and began to empty it out. She kept only her English textbook and her history notes. Everything else she could get a spare of. in her bag went two spare shirts and one pair of jeans. She packed in underwear and socks into the smaller front pouch. Aubrey stood and pulled the false bottom out of her desk drawer, taking the cash and the pack of cigarettes she had pinched off her mom and throwing them in as well.

Finally there were the pictures. The frame of her photo of her and Kim had to be abandoned, but the actual picture was placed carefully inside her backpack. She had never been more happy to have her tiny carrier for Maribelle. The bunny happily hopped inside and burrowed deep in the soft downy blanket Aubrey put inside for her.

It was depressingly easy to pack up her important things. Shockingly simple to write a note to her mother (I’m leaving. I’m not coming back. Two short sentences and that was it) It hadn’t even been hard to sneak out. After the hour or so it took to gather the rest of her necessities from the house and steal whatever money was in her mother’s purse, said woman had passed out on the couch in an alcoholic haze.

Aubrey locked the door and stared at the silver key gleaming in her palm. She had only her backpack, a messenger bag, and her tiny bunny carrier. Her whole life fit into two bags. Aubrey left her key on the doorstep.

She wouldn’t need it anymore.

The rain had let up, but a harsh breeze whipped around her as she walked, pushing Aubrey to move faster. She took the sidewalks she had taken since she was little, letting her feet move as her mind went blank. Before she knew it she was standing on another street, one more familiar to her than her own.

Aubrey spared a long look at Kel’s hosue. The lights were on inside, bathing their front yard in a warm golden glow. She stared at it for a moment, considering, and then the chill became too great.

Aubrey bypassed Kel’s house and quietly snuck into the backyard of Sunny’s old home. The elderly couple that owned the house now was sure to be asleep. Kel said that they were quiet and almost never noticed anything going on. Perfect.

Aubrey knew exactly where she was going. It was still standing. Faded and beaten down, probably rickety too, but it would be safe for her and her Belle.

Besides only four other people even knew this treehouse existed. No one would ever find her here.

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madddddy · 4 years ago

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From The Ground Up:

Buck POV:

I don't know what to do. I already apologized to the 118, especially Cap, but they still treat me like shit. It's been 8 months since the lawsuit and I haven't gone out on a call once. I know if I told Maddie or my parents, they would tell me to "go home". I'm starting to think that may be the best thing for me. At least my family knows I'm not on blood thinners anymore. Sitting at home, nursing a beer, I made my decision. I'm going home.

The next day I call up the fire chief and ask if I can get an appointment for that day. They are thankfully able to get me in at 1. I glance at the clock seeing that it's 10am. I text Maddie to have her come over. She lets herself in with her key and I get up to hug her.

"Hey Mads"

"Hey Evan. So why did you want to talk to me?"

"I think I'm going to go home. Its been 8 months and I haven't been out on a call once. I have an appointment with the chief at 1 today. I don't want this to affect your relationship with Chim. He has actually been one of the only ones who has talked to me. Him and Hen have been friends, but Cap and Eddie. They just glare or say things to my face that I just can't take anymore. I'm gonna surprise dad, but I'll call Kelly, Matt, and Boden to let them know. I'll miss you but you know where I'll be."

I look at Maddie to see her with tears in her eyes but she looks understanding. She nods and says,

"I understand Evan. You need a "new" start. I will miss you but I'm glad Chim and Hen have been there for you. I'll help you pack once you get back from the chief since I have today off. I can call Hen and Chim to see if they'll help too, but they probably will anyway."

I nod and get up. She stands up and we hug for what seems like hours, but its only 5 minutes. When we separate, she takes my hand into hers and drags me towards the door.

"Mads what are you doing?" I ask amused.

"We are going out to get breakfast at our favorite diner, then we are picking up Chim and Hen, then coming back here so you can type up your resignation and us three can start packing as you go talk to the chief. After your meeting, you will call Kelly, Matt, and Boden like you said"

I just nod and get my shoes on. We get out to the car and decide on driving my Jeep. Maggie's diner is about 10 minutes away from my loft, so it doesn't take long to get there. The hostess sees us and smiles since we are regulars here and she shows us to "our table". Patti, our favorite waitress comes to our table and smiles when she sees us.

"Well look what the cat dragged in! The Buckley siblings! Y'all want your regular?"

We both nod and Patti winks at us and walks away. Maddie looks at me pointedly so I take that as a point to start thinking of what I should say in my resignation. As if reading my mind, she pulls out a pad of paper and pencil. I start writing and once I do I just keep writing and I don't even realize our food is here until it gets set in front of me. We eat, pay and then head out. Maddie calls Chim and Hen and they agree to head over to the loft, even if they are a bit confused.

"Hey buckaroo!" Hen greets when I open the door for her and Chim. I hug them both and let them in. They already know most about what is going on at the firehouse, so they aren't super surprised when I say I am leaving. I tell them I'm planning on going home to Chicago, as soon as possible. Maddie looks at the time and tells me to get going so I'm not late to the meeting, and that them three will get packing. I thank them and head out.

45 minutes later I'm walking into the fire chief's office.

"Firefighter Buckley" Chief Torres greets and I shake his hand.

"Thank you for seeing me today Chief Torres. I am here because I would like to transfer stations. Specifically to firehouse 51 in Chicago. As for why, things at the 118 have not been good. Captain Nash and Firefighter Diaz have been holding personal vendettas against me because of my lawsuit from 8 months ago. Firefighters Han and Wilson have been the only ones from the firehouse treating me like a human. They don't participate in the jibes towards me and they still talk to me. They don't deserve to be punished, but Nash and Diaz should be. They shouldn't be fired, but maybe suspended. But I will leave that up to you. I came from Chicago and I started at the 51. I made a family there and I would love to return to it."

The chief sits there for a few before nodding and pulling out transfer papers. He signs them and then stands up.

"I hate to lose a good firefighter, but I feel after what you said, I will be looking into Nash and Diaz. Have a good life in Chicago Buckley."

I stand up and shake his hand. I take the papers and walk out to my Jeep. I call Maddie to let her know I'm on my way back. When I get back to my place, I'm surprised at how much they had gotten packed up, but then again, I didn't have much. We call a moving company and book them for the next day. Next I call the men that have become my older brothers in all but blood, Matt Casey and Kelly Severide.

*Ring ring ring*

Matt: "Hey Ev! What's up?"

Buck: "Hey Matty, can you grab Kel and see if Boden is free? If he isn't just go somewhere private. I need to talk to you all."

Matt: "Sure. Is everything alright?"

Buck: "Yeah nothing bad. Just got something to talk to you about."

Matt: "Okay Ev, I have all of us in Boden's office with the door shut."

Buck: "Okay. So I just want to say this all at once so please don't interrupt me and ask questions at the end. Things here have not been good since the lawsuit. Chim and Hen have been good but Diaz and Nash have been cold and distancing me. I am hoping that I can be transfered back home. I have the papers ready, just need a spot. And before you ask, yes Maddie is okay with it. And no I haven't talked to dad, I wanna surprise both my parents. So what do you say Boden, you want another Herrmann on your team?"

Boden: "Okay Buck, I think we can make room here at 51 for you. I told you when you left there would always be a spot for you and I meant it. I would love for you to come back here. What do you think boys?"

Kelly: "Well Cub, I wish you came to us about the 2, I understand why you didn't. I want you to come home too and Matt here is agreeing with me. You want us to pick you up from the airport when you land?"

Buck: "That would be great. Can I stay with you guys? Until I find a place? That or I'll stay with my parents. I should be out there tomorrow late afternoon. I'll text you to let you know for sure"

Matt: "Sounds good Buck. Can't wait to see you. And don't worry, we won't tell your dad."

Buck: "Okay I'll see you guys tomorrow. Love you!"

All three: "Love you!"

*Click*

I want back into the living room where the three are sitting.

"Hey Mads, Chim, Hen. Boden told me I have a spot there and Matty and Kel said they'll pick me up from the airport. You said you booked one right?"

She nods, "yeah I did Evan. I'm glad Matt and Kelly will pick you up. I like that you are surprising mom and dad. Are you gonna stay there or with the boys?"

"I'm not sure yet. The boys said I can stay with them but if mom and dad want me to stay with them, I will"

"Not to interrupt this, but who are Boden, Kelly, and Matt?" Hen asks.

"Oh right! I forgot you guys don't know our friends and family from Chicago! So I was adopted after Evan wasn't able to save our older brother with a bone marrow transplant. He got adopted by Christopher and Cindy Herrmann in Chicago. He grew up there, became a firefighter like our dad and his godfather Mouch. He moved here and worked at the 118, as you know. When I moved here and started dating you Chim, I was able to reconnect with him, since I recognized his birthmark. We talked and cried. I told him how I was disowned by our birth parents because I am bi and he introduced me to our parents. They immediately unofficially adopted me into their family and so I call them mom and dad. Kelly and Matt are other firefighters at 51 and they all went to the academy together and became like brothers. Kelly and Matt are married." Maddie explained. I'm nodding along.

"Yep. Mom and dad treat Maddie like their own and I want to go home to Chicago because personally, it's toxic here for me. You guys are great and I love you but Eddie and Bobby are the worst right now. I know you stand up for me and I appreciate it a lot but I just need my original family. I'll keep in touch of course and I'll miss you but you are always willing to visit me in Chicago." I added on.

Chim and Hen nodded and got up to give me a hug.

The next hours fly by and the next thing I know, I'm landing in O'Hare airport. I see the men who are like my older brothers and run to give them each a hug.

"Hey Ev! How have you been?"

"I've been better but I'm do happy to be here." It's slightly muffled because I'm in the middle of hugging them. I pull back the they see my tears on my face and each wipe them off my face. I smile at them softly and they smile back.

"Hey Cub." Kelly says softly.

"Hi" I reply just as softly.

"Let's get out of here eh?" Matt asks.

I just nod and they each flank one of my sides whole carrying my duffle. The rest of my stuff is in the moving truck. We walk out to Matt's truck. I climb in and we take off to the 51. We stay in comfortable silence with me just watching the city go by. We get there 20 of so minutes later but it seems shorter than that. We get out and the go to each of my sides again. They have always been taller than me and I say I hate it but I secretly love it. I see my dad talking to my uncle Mouch in the break room. Sylvie Brett is the first one to see me and she gasps loudly making everyone turn toward me.

"SURPRISE!" I shout shocking them out of their frozen states.

Next thing I know I am tackled by my dad and godfather. Boden is secretly recording this for everyone.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" My dad and godfather ask at the same time.

"Well it's a long story which I will tell over drinks at Molly's tonight, but pretty much, things got crappy at 118, and I wanted to come home. Don't worry dad, Mads was the one to talk me into it. And only Diaz and Nash were the ones who were bad. Hen and Chim have been good." He just nods and they both step back so everyone else can hug me. The girls are next, Shay, Stella, and Sylvie come running up next hugging me super tight, but I'm hugging back just as tight. I hug everyone else except for 2 people I don't recognize. I turn to my dad questionably.

"Ah right. Evan, these are Darren Ritter and Blake Gallo. They are new to the house." I shake their hands and for some reason I get butterflies shaking Gallo's hand. I think the girls sensed something because they gave me knowing looks. I gave them 'the look' back.

"Hi, I'm Evan Buckley-Herrmann. I used to go by Buck but I think I'm gonna start going by Evan again." I smile at them. They smile back and shake my hand.

"Hi Evan, I'm Darren Ritter. I've been here for about a year."

"Hi, I'm Blake Gallo and I've been here about 5 or so months"

I smile and nod to each of them. When Gallo smiles back all I can think of is damn his smile is cute. Fuck I'm so gone on him and I just met him.

"Oh dad! I didn't tell mom either so I think I'll stay here until shift is done and then we can stop by home, pick her up and we'll all go to Molly's and meet up with the crew from Med and Intelligence?"

"Sounds good Ev. You wanna borrow some turnout gear and go with? If that's okay of course." He asked the last part directed towards Boden. Boden nods and so I agree pretty quickly. Almost as if it knows, the alarm goes off.

*Time skip to end of shift because I cannot write fire scenes for shit*

Dad and I walk out of the firehouse at the end of shift and get in his car. After about 5 minutes he speaks up,

"So what was that with Gallo?"

Shit. Play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

Good, good.

"Look, I know what flirting looks like, son. And I know you are gay since you came out to us in high school. I'm also not dumb, so I'll ask again, what was that with Gallo?"

I sigh. He always knows how to read me.

"He is cute, and I think I might be getting a crush on him, but it's nothing and he is most likely straight anyways."

"Well, I'm glad you told me, and I think you may have a better chance than you think."

And with that we pull into the driveway of my childhood home. We get out of the car and dad goes in first. I hear him say to mom,

"Hey honey, I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes"

After a few seconds he comes out and beckons me inside. I walk up and say,

"Hey mom."

She opens her eyes and shrieks when she sees me. She runs up to me and hugs me as tight as she can and I hug her back just as tight. Dad comes up to us and hugs us too. After a few we reluctantly separated.

"So what are you doing here?" She asks as she wipes the tears off her face. I tell her what I told dad and she nods and goes to get ready to go to Molly's. Dad and I do the same.

We get to Molly's and I'm bombarded by hugs again from my friends from Med and Intelligence. I am friends with Jay and Will Halstead, Mouse Gerwitz, Antonio Dawson, Hailey Upton, Adam Ruzek, Kim Burgess, Alvin Oilinsky, not Voight because of reasons, Kevin Atwater, Trudy Platt, Ethan Choi (he's not a dick here), Crockett Marcel, Natalie Manning, Maggie Lockwood, April Sexton, Connor Rhodes, Daniel Charles and Sharon Goodwin. They are all there and as soon as they heard I was back in town, they all came to Molly's. I also got hugs again from Kel, Matty, Joe, Otis, Sylvie, Stella, Shay, Andy, Boden, Tony, and Capp. I shake Gallo and Ritter's hands again. They all look at me expectantly, waiting for the story. I sigh and start talking.

"Okay so basically, you all remember how I was crushed under the truck? Well at my welcome back party, I had a pulmonary embolism in my ex-captains backyard. I wake up in the hospital and find out I need to go on blood thinners because I worked too hard doing my recertification. I go to dinner at my ex-captains house and find out why I can't go back on calls because of him. He is the one keeping me as a fire marshal. I make a dumb mistake and decide to sue the department and him. The lawyer threatened them all and tried to offer me a payout but I just wanted to go back to the firehouse. When I decided to come home, I hadn't been out on a call in 8 months. I got tired of it so I texted Maddie, my sister, and she came over. We went out to brunch at our favorite diner. On our way back to my loft, she called her boyfriend and his best friend, both of whom are my ex-coworkers but they were very vocal about my treatment and never shut me out. I went to talk to the chief, and he signed the transfer papers. I went back home to find that the three of them had packed all my things and Maddie booked me a flight for the next day, aka today. I called Matty, he got Boden and Kel into the office and I told them my plan. Next thing I know they are picking me up from O'Hare, we went to the firehouse, I surprised you all, went out on a few calls, went home to surprise mom, and came here to tell you my story."

I look around and see many shocked and furious faces.

"Okay I know those faces, you don't need to murder them, I told the chief what happened and recommend he suspend but not fire Diaz and Nash."

They all look more satisfied at that, but still mad. Gallo and Ritter just looked shocked.

"Wait wait wait, you are telling me that YOU WERE THE GUY TRAPPED UNDER THE TRUCK?!" Gallo asked, shocked.

I nod sheepishly.

"Yeah some kid was tryna blow up my captain but I was in his seat for the day. Don't remember why."

He just blew out a breath.

"Okay less sad things, what have I missed with you all?"

Jay speaks up first.

"Well Mouse and I finally got engaged!" He said, showing me his ring.

I jump up and go hug them both.

"I'm so happy for you two!"

They thank me and Connor goes next.

"Will and I finally got our heads out of our asses and got together."

I hug them both too and congratulate them.

"Matt and I are still together obviously" Kelly says. I roll my eyes and smack him on the head.

"I got a new girlfriend." Shay says slyly looking at Sylvie.

"I broke up with my boyfriend." Gallo says shrugging.

I feel both the girls and dads eyes on me but I very clearly ignore them. Everyone else is kinda confused but brushes it off.

"Chole is pregnant with my son!" Joe says excitedly.

"Oh my god dude congrats! I'm so happy for you!"

Everyone else shares something or say nothing new.

Couple hours later, it started to wind down and I'm at a table with the Halstead brothers, their other haves and Shay, Kim, and Hailey.

"So what's that with Gallo?" Mouse asks me pointedly. They all turn to me and I know my face is heating up.

"Nothing! There is nothing going on with Gallo!"

They all give me a 'drop the bullshit' look and I sigh.

"Okay fine, you all can stop giving me that look. I might have a slight crush on him. And it may be a little more now that I know he likes guys. But what if he doesn't like me?"

They all look at me in understanding.

"Evan, I love you, but why the fuck would he not want to go out with you? You are good looking, you are sweet, and anyone who wouldn't date you is dumb. And I'm a fucking lesbian." Shay says to me, everyone nodding along showing they agree with her.

"Yeah Cubby, I may not be a lesbian but you are like my brother, anyone who wouldn't date you is dumb" Kim adds on.

I sigh and nod. They all smile at me and we start talking about Jay and Mouse's wedding. Little did I know there was a very similar conversation at the table with Gallo, Ritter, Stella, Sylvie, Adam, and Andy.

Gallo POV:

"So Gallo, what was that with Evan?" Stella asks me.

"I have no idea what you are talking about"

"Cut the bullshit Blake. We all saw what was going on between you two" Andy says to me.

Fine, guess I'm not getting out of this one.

"Okay, I like him, but he is Herrmann's son! And I don't even know if he likes guys."

They all snort and start laughing then they look at me. I'm confused.

"Gallo, Evan is as gay as a fucking rainbow." Adam says to me in between laughter.

Wait, what?

"He's gay?"

They all nod.

Okay, I have a better chance now. They must've seen me thinking because Sylvie pats my shoulder and gets my attention.

"You should go for it. I've seen the way he's been looking at you all night. Just, maybe wait until tomorrow." She says, then walks over to Shay and grabs her hand. And pulls her up and out of the bar. The rest of them are not far behind and soon it's just Ritter, me, Evan, Cindy, and Herrmann. I go say goodbye to my best friend, the Herrmanns and Evan.

"Hey Evan, I'm gonna head out but it was nice to meet you" I hold my hand out for a shake but he pulls me into a hug shocking me at first before I hug him back. Once we pull apart I realize he is drunk because he plants a kiss on my cheek. My face heats up bright red. Ritter is looking at me amused and so I flip him off before we head out since he drove me and didn't drink tonight.

We get to my place and I wave goodbye. I fall asleep to the thought of Evan Buckley-Herrmann...

Buck POV:

I don't remember much from last night cause I ended up getting more drunk than I wanted too. I do however remember hugging Gallo. My face heats up at the thought of him. Oh god I can't believe I hugged him and kissed his cheek. He is never gonna wanna speak to me again. I'm pulled out if my spiral by dad knocking on my door.

"Come in!" I call

"Hey son, I thought you might have a headache after last night so here's some water and Tylenol. Also because I know you, I saw what you did to Gallo and just know, he doesn't hate you and actually texted me asking for your number, so if you get an unexpected text from a unknown number, that's all me. Love you, I'll see you in a few before we have to head in."

I nod and he closes the door. Well that's good that he doesn't hate me.

*Ding!*

I look over at my phone and see:

+773-675-6554:

Hey Evan! This is Blake Gallo. I hope you don't mind that Herrmann gave me your number. I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight? As a date?

Hey Blake! I would love to! I also wanna apologize for last night, I was super drunk. I didn't mean to get that drunk. I'll see you at work today.

It's okay! I'll pick you up around 7? We get off shift at 6.

Sounds perfect! See you later!

See ya!

I groan and lay back on my bed. I stay there for like 30 seconds before I shoot up and start to freak out. Oh god I have a date. I have a date with Blake Gallo. I HAVE A DATE WITH BLAKE FUCKING GALLO! I lay face down on my bed like a teenager and stay there. I hear my door knock and I just groan. He comes in and chuckles at me.

"What's wrong?"

I just chuck my phone at him. They know my password since I don't ever really have much to hide from them, and if I do, I hide it good.

He reads the texts and laughs.

"Isn't that a good thing?" He asks me, amused.

"Yeah. But I have nothing to weaaar." I say sounding like a child.

"Well how about your mom goes and gets you some new clothes, since she knows your size, and then you are ready for your date. Sound good?"

I nod and get up.

"Okay. Now get dressed! We gotta leave in 5 minutes!"

I scramble to get dressed and we head out. I'm excited to have my first full shift at the 51. We pull in and get out. I smile when I see the "WELCOME HOME MINI HERRMANN" banner hanging up. We get ready and as soon as we are all ready, the alarm rings out. It was a quick one, a car accident. We were pretty busy today so it went by quick. I couldn't help but look at Blake when I thought no one was looking but a certain pair of husband's certainly saw this. They pulled dad off to the side to talk to him when we had a free moment.

"So why does Ev keep looking at Gallo?"

My dad laughs and tells then about the texts from this morning, but makes then promise that they won't let me know they know. (Yes I pulled a friends). They agree and as soon as they are done talking the alarm goes off one last time. Our last call went all the way to the end of our shift so I hurry and make dad leave quick, much to the surprise of those who don't know about the date. Gallo is not far behind them rushing out and a few people have knowing looks.

We get home and I see what clothes mom got me and decide on a maroon button up shirt and black jeans with my black doc martens. I gel my hair and about that time is when I get a text:

Blake:

Hey! I'm outside!

Okay! I'll be right out!

I double check I have everything and head out, saying bye to my parents. I walk out and see him leaning up against his car. He hugs me and I hug back, taking in his scent that seems oddly comforting. We break apart and he goes to open my door. I smile at him as I get in the car and he smiles back. He gets in and starts driving. I tentatively reach across the center console to grab his hand and he holds it. We smile at each other and he pulls into a small hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant. We get out and he grabs my hand again as we walk in.

"Reservation for Gallo" he says to the hostess. She nods and grabs 2 menus taking us to our table. We look at them and decide what we want. He gets the chicken enchiladas with a coke and I get fish tacos with a sprite. She takes our orders and walks away. I reach across the table and hold his hand. We start talking about our childhoods. He learns I wasn't born to mom and dad and I learn about how his family died. We talk for so long we don't realize our food is here until it gets set down. We eat, and he pays even though I try to protest. He just says "I asked out on a date. If this goes well, you can pay for the next one." I sigh and realize he wasn't going to give it up so I relent. We head back out to his car and he drives us out to a ledge to look over the city. He has a truck and backed it up so we can lay on his bed to look at the stars. We cuddled there since he brought blankets to lay down. We didn't talk, I just had my head on his chest, watching the stars.

"Evan?" He asks softly.

I look up at him and respond, "yeah?"

He looks down at me and asks, "can I kiss you?"

I nod and meet him halfway. His lips are so soft and sweet. His tongue is asking permission to enter my mouth and I let it. I moan into his mouth and he does the same when I put my tongue in his. We make out for a few minutes before we have to take a breather. We rest our foreheads against each other.

"That was amazing," I breathed out.

He just nods and we sit there. He then leans in to kiss me again, this time much more chaste.

"Do you wanna come back to my place? We don't have to have sex, but I just want to snuggle you" he asks after a few.

I look up at him through my eyelashes and nod. We get out of his truck bed and he grabs the blankets and shuts the tailgate. I climb in and let my dad know I won't be home. He just sends back winky faces and tells me to be safe. I sent him the middle finger emoji and shut my phone off. He climbs in and we head to his place. He turns on the radio and I hear one of my favorite songs, From The Ground Up by Dan+Shay. I start humming along and then when Blake turns it up I start to sing which causes him to sing along too. We both laugh and are so joyful when the song ends that we keep singing along with the radio. We pull into his apartment complex and get out. We get up there and I realize I don't have pajamas. I tell Blake this and he tells me I can borrow a shirt and sweats from him. He hands them to me and I go change. We fall asleep pretty quickly, him spooning me from behind. I feel so comfortable in his arms and it just feels right. I never believed in soulmates, but Blake Gallo is making me believe in them now.

I wake up the next morning to see Blake looking at me lovingly. I smile back up at him and kiss him. We both smile into the kiss.

"I gotta get back to my parents before shift since I don't want to go in my nice clothes" I murmur against his lips.

"Or you could borrow my clothes if you want?" He says with a shrug.

I agree, not really wanting to head back to my parents. I borrow a pair of jeans a t shirt, neither of us looking at it closely.

We head out and go to the firehouse. I hold his hand across the center console again, occasionally pulling out joined hands to kiss them. On the way there he asks me to be his boyfriend and I agree immediately. When we pull in, we smile at each other and get out. We keep our hands joined, not wanting to hide this from our family. We hear wolf whistles and cheers and we just shake our heads with smiles.

"Hey kid! Nice shirt!" I hear Mouch say.

I turn around confused a little bit before Stella takes pity on me,

"Cubby, your shirt says 'Gallo'"

We both blush and walk away. I hear Ritter going to talk to Blake and I see the resident hubby's walking over to me. They pull me into Matt's bunk and push me onto the bed.

"Talk" they both say.

I sigh and say, "okay, so the day before yesterday, I got a text from Blake asking if he wants to go on a date. The night before when it was just Ritter, him, me, and my parents, when he came to say goodbye, I was so drunk I pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. I apologized the next morning but he asked me on a date and I said yes. He picked me up from my parents house, opened the car door for me like a gentleman, and we went to a Mexican restaurant, then out to the ledge that looks out over the city. We laid in the bed of his truck just watching the stars when he asked if he could kiss me. I said yes, we kissed a few times then he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. He said we don't need to have sex and that he just wants to snuggle me. I agree, let my dad know, which was a mistake considering he is a kid at heart. We sang along to the radio on the way back since my favorite song came on, we got back to his place and he gave me sweats and a shirt to wear. We laid in bed, with him as the big spoon. We woke up together and I was at first gonna ask him to drop me off at home but then he just said I can borrow clothes from him so we don't have to go back. He hands me what I'm wearing, we don't look at the shirt obviously. On the way here we hold hands across the console, I keep kissing our joined hands. We then walk into the firehouse and you know the rest."

They nod along to the entire rant and finally Matt asks, "Are you happy?"

I nod enthusiastically and say, "Very. I haven't been this happy in a long time"

They both nod and get up to give me a hug. I start to tear up because having their and my parents' approval are very important to me.

"As long as you are happy Cub, we are happy." Kelly says, Matt agreeing. At that, I finally let my tears fall and they hug me again and kiss my forehead. After a few, I finally get it together and head out of the bunk. I see Blake talking to Ritter, Otis, and Cruz in the bunk room, so I go up to him and hug him. He hugs me back, a little confused but not complaining. He kisses my forehead ignoring the other three who are looking at the couple with a fond look. They walk away to give us a little privacy, shutting the door.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks me.

I sniff and then look up at him, "Nothing. I am just glad that they are accepting of our relationship. I know we just had our first date last night, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

He looks down at me with tears in his eyes too, and kisses my forehead again then my lips.

"I can't imagine my life without you too. All I could dream about last night was marrying you someday and adopting kids with you. I genuinely feel like you are my soulmate. I love you."

At that, the tears start flowing, he wipes my tears with his thumbs and kisses me.

"I love you too" I tell him softly. At that, the alarm goes off and then we are off, but not without one more kiss.

When I climb into the truck, dad asks me if I'm okay. I nod and smile at him, telling him I'll talk to him later. He nods and we are off.

When we get back, Blake and I go to talk to Boden to fill out paperwork for our relationship. He tells us he is proud of us and thanks us for filling out the paperwork. We nod and he hugs us both.

We head into the lounge and decide to cude together on the couch, but not in Mouch's spot. I close my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder. I feel him lay his head on mine and then I am asleep. We wake up when the alarm goes off again.

"Rise and shine lovebirds!" Capp yells at us. We flip him off together. The fire goes out pretty quickly and we are headed back to the station. Blake asks me if we can talk when we pull in and I nod and ask Kelly if we can use his bunk to talk. He says sure, so we head there.

"Okay, I know we literally just started dating, but how would you feel about moving in with me? I know you are looking for a place and your stuff will be here soon. If you don't want to, that's fine, but I figured it would be better for you, and we can split the rent. Whatdya say?"

I take that in for a moment before nodding with a bright grin coming across my face.

"Yeah?" He asks, a hopeful look on his face.

"Yeah." I confirm with a bright grin.

"Yay!! I'm so glad you said yes!"

"I am too. I meant what I said when I said I want to grow old with you. I want to get married and have kids with you. I love you."

"I love you too." He then leaned down to kiss me and I kissed back.

We walk out of the bunk holding hands and smiling. As the shift comes to an end I tell him that I'll head back to my parents for the night and let them know what I'm planning on doing. He says okay and we kiss and head off in different directions. Dad and I get to their house and see my Jeep is there finally. I'm glad, because as much as I love my dad driving me, I need my own vehicle. We walk in and mom greets us. We eat and then I tell them I need to talk to them. They look concerned so I reassure them it's nothing bad.

"Mom, dad, as I'm sure you know by now, Blake Gallo and I are dating. And I know we just started dating but I feel as if I've known him my entire life. He is the person I want to grow old with. He is the person I want to marry someday. He is the person I want to adopt kids with. And I know he feels the same cause he told me. I love him and he loves me. So he asked me to move in with him just because he knows I'm looking for a place and the rent would be cheaper. So I said yes. I hope that's okay."

They look at me with proud looks and tears in their eyes.

"Evan, of course it's okay. After hearing that, I firmly believe you two are soulmates. I don't always believe in love at first sight, but I saw you guys the first time you saw each other and something clicked. Your mother and I will always love you and always be proud of you. We will help you move your stuff along with I'm sure the rest of the firehouse. They all saw something there, and I know you two are meant for each other."

At this point, all of had tears down our faces. I nod and don't say anything because I don't trust my voice. They pull me into a hug and we just hug for a long time. Eventually I speak, "I think I'll stay here for the rest of the week, since we have this weekend off, we can move my stuff then"

They nod and we all head off to bed, but not before they both kiss my forehead. I fall asleep that night thinking of the names Evan Gallo and Blake Herrmann.

The weeks goes by quick. Blake and I explain what we are gonna do and they all agree to help us that weekend. Saturday rolls around and we get everything unpacked pretty quickly since Ieft all my furniture and didn't have much. Next thing I know I'm FaceTiming Maddie, Chim, and Hen to introduce them to my Blake as my boyfriend a few weeks later. They are shocked at first but by the end, Maddie and Chim are coming over for Christmas in a few months. We say bye and hang up the phone. I sigh contently and look over at my boyfriend. He looks back at me lovingly. It's been about a month since we got together. I already bought a ring, but I'm gonna wait a little longer.

*Time skip*

It's now December, getting closer to Christmas time. I want to propose on Christmas in front of our family. Since we became more serious, my family accepted him more. They already liked him since they knew him before, but it's different than being a coworker vs your son's boyfriend. Maddie and Chim are coming like they said they would. They'll be here tomorrow. The firehouse tease us about our relationship, but we both know they are happy for us. They do the same thing with Kel and Matty and Shay and Sylvie, but it's all joking. Christmas rolls around and I'm nervous and excited at the same. We show up at my parents and they let us in. Maddie and Chim are there since they are staying there instead of a hotel. We start opening presents and when it gets to my turn for Blake, I get down on one knee and pull out the ring. Behind me I hear mom and Maddie gasp but right now in focused on Blake.

"Blake, ever since I first laid eyes on you in the lounge room, I knew I liked you. That then morphed into love. I can't see myself with anyone else. I want to have children with you. I want to grow grey and wrinkly with you. I want marry you. So Blake James Gallo, will you marry me?"

He nods yes and falls down to me and we hug and kiss each other like our life depended on it. I slip the ring on as our family cheers for us and gives us all hugs. I see Blake reach into his pocket and pull out a velvet box.

"I was gonna ask you later this week, but Evan Buckley-Herrmann, will you marry me?"

I nod and we kiss again. We put our rings on and keep celebrating Christmas with our family.

We also bought the rubber rings for at work. We aren't telling anyone right out, we are gonna see who figures it out first. I bet on Shay, Blake says Matt, dad says Sylvie, mom and Maddie say Otis, and Chim who has gotten to know 51, says Stella. In the end, mom and Maddie were right. He noticed our rings and congratulated us prompting everyone else to do the same. The girls offered to plan it with Maddie. I ask Maddie to be my best woman and Blake asks Ritter to be his best man. We asked Boden to officiate it. My dad will walk me down the aisle. We each took turns deciding who we wanted for our groomsmen/women. We ended up doing a fall wedding because that is our favorite season and we had many people from intelligence, med, and firehouse 51 and a few people from California. Our first dance is the song we sang together on our first date. About a year into our marriage Blake and I decided to adopt twins. We now have two girls named Maeve Gallo and Robin Gallo who are 4. They love all the aunts and uncles they have from everywhere in Chicago and LA. They also love their "Papa Herrmann and Grammy Cindy. But also their grandpa Boden". Everyday I am thankful that I decided to leave LA and I'm thankful that the Herrmanns adopted me because if they didn't I don't know where I would be. But I thank God the Buckleys didn't want me and that captain Nash shut me out.

And we'll build this love from the ground up

Now 'til forever it's all of me, all of you

Just take my hand

And I'll be the man your dad hoped that I'd be

And we'll build this love from the ground up

For worse or for better

And I will be all you need

Beside you I'll stand through the good and the bad

We'll give all that we have

And we'll build this love from the ground up

Dan+Shay

#evan buckley #chicago fire #chicago pd #chicago med #9 1 1 #jay x mouse #rhodestead #sevasey

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Safe~Kelley O’Hara x Young Reader

Prompt: Reader has a hard home life. Kelley puts an end to that.

This took a darker turn than I originally intended. Hopefully that’s still okay.

Requested by: @goalies71-soccer

TW: Heavy mentions of neglect and abuse and a brief flashback of such. Heavy swearing. Anxiety, mentioned and shown through out.

Kelley PRO//

We had just finished a game against the Portland Thorns, It was a tough one and us losing by one by 1 made it stung that much more. I was pretty frustrated but I wanted to make sure my younger teammates were okay before focusing on myself. One in particular caught my attention right away, Y/N L/N. She was a full 14 years younger than me and had just recently joined our squad. She also had been called up to a few national team camps and while we never really talked too much I was certain I’d be seeing more of her there soon.

I walked up to her and gently tapped her shoulder as to not spook her, but she flinched away from my touch. When she turned to face me I saw fear flash in her eyes before it was gone and replaced with an obviously, fake smile.

“Hey Kel! What’s up?”

“Hey, Y/N. You okay?”

I wasn’t just talking about the game and we both knew it.

“Uh, yeah. Bummer we lost but we’ll be better next game.” She said avoiding my analyzing gaze.

“And you’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yep! I’m good.”

I could see fear once again flash in her eyes but just as quickly as it had appeared it was gone again.

“Well I just wanted to check in to make sure you were doing okay.”

“Thanks O’Hara.”

“Anytime.”

As I walked away I couldn’t help but be concerned for my young teammate. Sure, flinching once doesn’t always mean that someone is being abused or neglected but I’ve also heard horror stories of people who hid it and protected those who hurt them until it was too late to save them.

I went home that night continually thinking about my conversation with Y/N. I knew that I couldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t at least call to check on her. I made sure to have all my teammates numbers and when I finally found hers I clicked on it, crossing my fingers she’d answer.

“Kelley?” She asked sounding sleepy

“Yeah. Hey Y/N. Sorry if I woke you.”

“No it’s okay, what’s up?”

Well shit... I didn’t really have an excuse for calling her so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

“I was just calling to say Hi.” Oh, wow. Really Kelley?

There was a pause on the other line and then she spoke.

“Oh, well Hi then.”

“Hi.”

“Was that all or...”

“Actually wait, I really just wanted to check on you.”

“You already did, after the game... remember?”

“I know, it’s just- I’m a little worried about you is all.”

“Worried? Why?”

“It’s just when I tapped you on the shoulder- ”

I was interrupted by a loud bang on the other side of the phone. I could tell that Y/N’s breathing had changed and she sounded afraid of something, or someone.

“Kel, I-I gotta go okay. I’m fine please don’t worry. I gotta- ”

“No don’t hang up, Y/N. What’s going on? What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I have to go.”

Her voice was shaking and she sounded like she was crying but she hung up before I could tell her not to. I knew there was no way that was getting any sleep so I just laid awake the rest of the night, wondering and worrying about Y/N.

The next morning when my alarm went off, I got up and did my regular routine, I was exhausted to say the least but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last night. I tried texting Y/N to see if she was okay but all I got back was an error message saying my text was undeliverable. That caused me to worry even more, but I knew we had practice later in the evening and she would never miss those.

Finally after what felt like days, the time for practice came around and I made my way to Rio Tinto Stadium. When I got there I quickly made my way to the locker room hoping to see Y/N. I was left disappointed however when she was nowhere to be found.

“Hey Chris, have you seen Y/N today?” I asked my national team teammate Christen Press

“Coach said she called earlier saying she wasn’t able to make it today.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not sure, they just said she was deal with a family emergency.”

“Oh, no. Do you know where she lives?”

“Yeah, why? Is everything okay?”

“No, Chris I don’t think so. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Okay I’ll tell coach we’re going to check on her.”

After she did that she told me she would drive me there and we left.

“Why are you so worried Kel, what’s going on?”

“I just gave a bad feeling.”

“About what?”

“I’m not totally sure but I think Y/N is being abused.”

“What? What makes you think that?”

“Well yesterday after the game I went to check on her and when I tapped her shoulder, she flinched.”

“That doesn’t necessarily mean- ”

“I know but then last night I called her to check in and she sounded nervous telling me she was okay and then there was a loud bang on her side of the phone and then she sounded like she was afraid of something or someone and like she was crying, and then she didn’t show up to practice today. You know her, she never misses practice.” I said all in one breath and by the end I was almost hyperventilating.

“Okay, Kelley breath. I understand now, but try not to imagine the worst.”

“I can’t help it.”

I told her to park down the street in case anything went wrong.

“Do you want me to come with, or wait here?”

“I think you should wait here, I’ll be back.”

I went up to the door, I hesitated for a moment and then knocked. I waited for several moments and when no one answered I knocked again. This time after another minute or so someone finally opened the door.

“Can I help you?” a man said in a gruff voice.

“I’m looking for Y/N L/N.”

“What did she do now?”

“Nothing sir, I just wanted to come by for a quick visit.”

“You a friend?”

“You could say that yeah, I’m one of her teammates.”

He eyed me suspiciously but then turned into the house and screamed for Y/N.

“KID, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE. YOU HAVE A VISITOR.”

Almost immediately I could hear her running down the stairs and then she came to a skidding stop next to who I assumed was her father. She looked at him first and then at me, and when she saw me she looked... relieved? but I also could see fear once again present in her eyes.

“H-hi Kelley. Dad this is- ”

“I know who she is. Just make it quick.” He said stiffly

He pushed her out the door and I barley had time to react before she was in my arms. Then he slammed the door shut on the both of us.

“Hey there, You okay?”

“Y-yeah, I-I’m okay.”

“You, sure?”

“Mhm.”

Her shaky voice gave away how she was really feeling.

“No you’re not. What’s going on? I’m really worried about you.”

“N-nothing. I’m okay.”

“Then why didn’t you come to practice?”

“I’m busy.”

“With?”

“Family stuff.”

“Like?”

“Kelley, please I really should be getting back my dad- ”

“Is he why you’re so afraid?”

“I’m not af- ”

“Stop lying to me! I can see it written all over your face and the way he pushed you out the door? That’s not okay.”

I was still holding her in my arms and prior to this she made no move to leave them but at the raise of my voice she moved to get away from me.

“Hey, hey. Shhh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell. Please just talk to me.”

I got her to settle and took to running my fingers through her hair to calm her.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“I can help you. Please let me in.”

“Kelley, I don’t need help. Everything is fine.”

She was once again on the defensive but I had to find a way for her to trust me enough to get her out of here.

“Yes, you do. Your home life is obviously terrible and you don’t have to tell me everything right away but please let me take you away from here.” I was begging at this point but I couldn’t live with myself if I left her here.

“He’ll get mad.”

She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and my heart broke into a million pieces looking into her sad Y/E/C eyes, I took her chin in my hand making sure that she was looking at me.

“Who will get mad, baby?”

I had a pretty good idea of who but I needed her to say it.

“My dad.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me. I’m not gonna let you go back in there. Christen is just down the street waiting for us in the car. Let’s go.”

“Kelley I can’t just go... I have to stay here.”

“No you don’t. I won’t let you.”

“You’re going to have to, I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t ever apologize for this. I’m not leaving without you.”

We were interrupted by the door being yanked open and her “dad” reappearing, he was angrier than before and I knew if I let her stay she would be put in serious danger.

“What did I fucking say?”

“To make it quick?” Y/N asked her voice shaking

“Exactly. You don’t ever fucking listen.”

“I’m sorry. We just got to talking and- ”

“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it. In the house. Now.”

She went to go back inside but I quickly pulled her behind me.

“She’s not going back inside. She’s coming with me.”

“No she’s not.”

“Yes she is. I’ll call the police.”

“For what?”

“Child abuse.”

“What? You’re crazy.”

“The only crazy person here is you.”

“You stupid bitch. You’re not taking my daughter anywhere.”

He went to grab her but I kicked him before he could.

“Don’t touch her!”

I picked her up and ran as fast as I could back to the car, yelling for Christen to unlock the car as I did.

“Kelley, this is a really bad idea!”

“Do you trust me?”

“What?”

“Y/N, do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then trust me when I say this is the best thing for you.”

As I got closer to the car I could tell Chris was confused.

“Christen, Unlock the car!”

She was startled by the urgency in my voice but did as I said. I practically threw Y/N in the back seat, and then got in the passenger seat.

“Okay, what the hell is going on?!”

“No time, Chris just drive!”

“But why- ”

“Just go!”

She started driving away just as Y/N’s lousy excuse for a father was getting close to the car. I looked in the back and saw Y/N laying on the seat, crying silently.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now, I promise.”

“I have to go back, He- he’s gonna, he’s gonna- ”

Her breathing was picking up and I could tell she was beginning to panic so I took off my seatbelt and climbed in the back with her.

“Shhh, Deep breaths, copy my breathing babe. Come on.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes you can, I know you can.”

I placed her hand on my heart and took deep slow breaths hoping to get her to calm down. And was relieved when it started to work.

“There we go, just like that. Good girl. You’re okay.”

We drove in silence back to the apartment Chris and I shared and when we got there, Chris asked if there was anything she could do but I told her that I had it handled and she let us have some privacy going into the house ahead of us.

“Kelley?” Y/N asked, her voice small and quiet.

“Yeah baby love?”

“You promise I’ll be safe here?”

“I do. I swear on my life to protect you, You can stay as long as you’d like and I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Thank you.” She broke down saying that and crushed me in a hug. After a few more minutes I figured it was time to head in.

“You ready to go inside?”

“Yeah.”

I carried her inside and thankfully Christen left out some dinner for the both of us. We ate, in somewhat awkward silence and I could tell she was still on edge so I did my best to comfort her.

“Do you want to sleep with me in my room tonight?”

“Can I?”

“Of course.”

After getting ready for bed and giving her clothes to wear I went to talk to Christen.

“Hey.”

“Hey, is she okay?”

“No, but she will be.”

“Let her know I’m here for her too.”

“I will.”

We talked for awhile longer, and I thanked her for taking me to Y/N’s house in the first place and assured her that I would take care of anything and everything legal that came my way.

Y/N PRO//

I was waiting for Kelley to get back from talking with Christen when I remembered my phone was in the pocket of my hoodie. When I took it out I saw I had a ton of missed calls and texts from my father. I am in so much trouble. Just as I went to call him back his named flashed on my screen as he started to call me again. I hesitated for a moment and then answered.

“H-hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“I’m with a friend.”

“Tell me where you are.”

“I can’t.”

“YOU CAN AND YOU FUCKING WILL. YOU STUPID WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT. I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING.”

“Dad, p-please I’m sorry.”

“THAT MEANS NOTHING TO ME. GET THE FUCK HOME RIGHT NOW.”

“I c-can’t. I- ”

I was shaking uncontrollably now and He wasn’t even at his angriest yet. He slammed his hand down on something and I was hit with a flashback.

“ “You Stupid. Insignificant. worthless. little brat. I’ve fucking told you so many times I don’t like when you’re late.” I had tried to catch the bus back from practice but I didn’t make it on time so I had to run all the way home. I knew I was in trouble but I was hoping he would understand. He got dangerously closer to my face with every word and then before I could realize what was happening he shoved me to the ground and started to kick me in the stomach over, and over. The pain was unbearable but I knew if I protested it would make it worse. He carried on that way in what felt like slow motion but eventually stopped and went away. I stayed down from several minutes, waiting until it was safe to get up. I knew that if anyone saw these bruises I was in for it so I decided to hide them under a compression shirt until they healed.”

“Y/N!”

Kelley was kneeling down in front of me. I had somehow moved to the floor and I was rocking back and forth, Disoriented and scared. I remembered that so vividly and it felt like it was happening again.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m here. You’re okay. It’s me Kelley, you’re not with your dad.”

“Where- But he was just...”

“I know, it’s okay now. It’s over.”

She took me into her arms and rocked us back and forth. She did the same thing she did in the car to calm me down and as soon as I felt her heartbeat beneath my hand I started to feel calm. My phone was long forgotten discarded on the bed. It continued to blow up but Kelley picked it up, saw who was calling and threw it against the wall. It scared me and I started shaking again and hyperventilating.

“Shit.”

“I-i’m sorry. Please, p-please don’t hurt me.”

“No, no, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking, it’s okay. I’ll do better at remembering not to do things like that.”

She calmed me down just as she had before and we ended up on the bed, settling down and finally getting ready to sleep. She tried lulling me to sleep by playing with my hair and rubbing my back. She wrapped her arms around me protectively and before I knew it I was in a deep, peaceful sleep for the first time in a long time.

The following morning when I woke up I was still wrapped up in Kelley’s arms and she was sleeping soundly. I tried my best to wiggle out of her grip without waking her but failed halfway through when I ended up just slipping out onto the floor with a big thud. She sat up quickly, startled by the sudden noise.

“Wha- what happened?!”

“Nothing, I’m okay.” I said getting up and showing her that I was indeed perfectly fine.

“Oh, good.”

She had been clutching her chest and when she saw nothing bad had happened she flopped back down on the bed and let out a relived sigh. We decided it was probably time to get up and headed into the living room area to watch tv. Christen was sitting on the couch drinking coffee when we came out and smiled softly at us.

“Hi guys. Sleep well?”

“We did, thank you”

We all gathered on the couch to watch some morning cartoons and I snuggled into Kelley’s side. I felt safest with her and I knew in time I would come to feel just as safe with Christen too.

Many months later...

Several months have passed since Kelley rescued me from my “father” and after the initial legal battle to get custody of me she and Christen were made my legal guardians and I officially moved in with them. I had grown closer with them both and they were like the parents I never had but always wanted.

My “father” on the other hand was arrested and sentenced to life in prison and any chance of parole was taken away. I was so grateful to never have to see him again.

While I still struggled at times with my anxiety. flashbacks and overall fear of things, I was getting better everyday and Kelley and Christen and all of our teammates were there to support me along the way.

THE END

Sorry for any mistakes

-N

#uswnt imagines #kelley o’hara imagine #kelley o’hara imagines #angst but happy ending #kelley o’hara x reader #christen press #kelley o’hara

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buckyscrystalqueen · 5 years ago

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Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 2

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex

Word Count: 2,129

A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.

Part 1

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“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Your father, Negan, chuckled as you got off the golf cart in front of the trailer you’d be celebrating Christmas in again, like you had for three of the past ten years, at the Los Angeles County State Prison.

“Hi, daddy.” You breathed in relief, grateful to spend any amount of time with the only family member that you could completely trust. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry fucking Christmas to you, too, Princess. Fuck you, give ‘em.” He barked as he pulled the bags of food and your clothes off the back of the cart before you could even think to reach for them. You simply rolled your eyes and grabbed your guitar case before thanking the officer and heading inside the family visit trailer. “So what kinda trouble did you get into this week?”

“Well…” You sighed as you sat down at the small table in the kitchen. “… I went to Cleveland on Saturday and flew back yesterday morning. Pretty sure I got pregnant, too.”

“You fucking what?!” Your dad roared as he slammed a box of Mac and Cheese down on the counter. “Fucking Henry?”

“Henry is not coming back!” You shouted back, defensively. “And does it fucking matter? I made a choice, two choices actually, to sleep with some douche bag and not take Plan B after. It is what it fucking is.”

“So what, you're just gunna throw away your fucking life…” He started as he went back to throwing groceries in the cabinets, angrily.

“No, I made the choice to not be fucking alone any more!” You interrupted as you looked over at him. You couldn't hide the hurt in your eyes when he turned around to stare at you, shocked that you were actually talking about your emotions.

“Sweetheart…” He breathed as he abandoned his task and came over to sit down in front of you. “You are not fucking alone…”

“I am alone, daddy.” You nearly whispered as you put your feet up on your chair and wrapped your arms around your legs. “Mom’s dead, and you're in here for who knows how much longer. And Henry…” You scoffed and shook your head. “Henry isn't coming back. He loves being some hit shot doc the Army more than he ever loved me. So other than my research, which I've all but abandoned anyways out of sheer boredom, I have nothing. I have no one, daddy. Just the occasional visit from Ashleigh and some of the harlots from the club. Maybe a once a month lunch date with some of the people from UCLA. But that's it. So I made a choice not to get the morning after pill after I stared at the box for over an hour and weighed out the pros and cons. And I would much rather raise a sperm donor baby than be alone in that house anymore.”

“OK.” Negan whispered with a nod as he rested his hand on your bent knee. “OK. I don't fucking like it, but I will get on that train all the fucking same.” Tears welled in your eyes as you rested your cheek on the back of his hand, and you closed your eyes to hide them. “So I'm gunna be a grandpa?”

“Maybe.” You choked the slightest bit as you opened your eyes to look at him again. “It just happened but I know I'm ovulating…”

“Eww fucking gross.” He fake gagged to get you to smile as he pulled his hand free and got up to finish putting groceries away. “I don't wanna hear that shit.”

“That's what you get for raising a daughter with no filter.” You pointed out as you propped your chin between your still bent knees.

“Fucking gross.” He repeated with a laugh. “So the fuck was in Cleveland? This fuckin guy?”

“Ashleigh’s client. He’s a rock rapper that needed someone that could learn music fast and played the guitar well. So Ash landed on me. But dude is a total self absorbed prick. B minus in… well in the broom closet.”

“I'll have Simon kill him.” He said almost 100% seriously.

“You are not going to kill this idiot for being bad at sex.”

“No, I'm gunna fucking kill him for laying a Goddamn hand on my daughter.” He responded with a smile as he balled up the last empty grocery bag and put it in the recycling bin.

“You're an idiot.” You laughed as you grabbed your guitar and got up to sit outside for a while.

“Hey, be nice to your old man.” He huffed as he grabbed a pack of cigarettes and a pack of matches off the table and followed you out front to enjoy the California sun. “And go easy on me today.”

“Yea fucking right.” You laughed as you sat down on one of the plastic lawn chairs and pulled out your guitar, which took you almost a year of bribery to be able to get it into the jail it now lived in in the first place. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Pain in my Goddamn ass.” He grumbled around his cigarette as he moved his chair out off the shade and pulled off his blue prison issue shirt for as long as he could get away with it. “Alright… rock music from the 70’s.” You nodded at the category and tuned your guitar before picking an easy AC/DC song to start with. Which is pretty much how you always spent your days when you visited your father in prison.

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Your office hadn’t looked so chaotic since you were working on a regular basis, but as of that morning, every available surface was covered in every single medical textbook, (with a focus on pregnancy and pediatrics) and motherhood book you could get your hands on. The dry erase board that usually had your equations to see if your Milky Way black hole theory was a possibility, had been wiped clean and replaced with columns upon columns of notes, to separate the ridiculous from the actual facts you would need to go through a pregnancy and raise a child.

You were blazing through the ‘Essential Neonatal Textbook’, when your house phone rang, startling you the slightest bit and forcing you to pull your attention away from a long list of the benefits of cord blood. You sighed and snatched up your headset as you set the book down to work through all of the information and pick out the more important bits and pieces to make the best informed decision.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)? I have a Colson Baker here to see you.” Your fingers froze with the cap of the marker in one hand and the marker itself in the other.

“You can let him in.” You sighed as you took a step forward and started a new list under the newborn column in the middle of the board. You heard the line click in your ear and you wrote quickly, trying to get some of the information down so you knew where to pick up when you came back inside. You got a short start and reluctantly forced yourself away from your research to let your guest in. You started to work out your ideas vocally as you opened up the two gates and watched his purple Lamborghini pull into your driveway. You waited just long enough for him to make it half way to you, before you turned and headed inside to add more to your cord blood list with him following behind you.

“Umm… what the fuck is this?” Kels asked as he looked at the board over your shoulder in shock.

“Did you vaccinate Casie?” You asked as you continued to write.

“You’re fucking pregnant?!” He shouted over you as you capped your marker and set it back down on the easel.

“I am pregnant.” You said evenly as you walked over to find the ‘The Umbilical Cord Blood Controversies in Medical Law’ book to cross reference the former textbook. “Did you vaccinate Casie?”

“Were you gunna fucking tell me?” He shouted as you flipped through the pages, easily reading 20,000 words a minutes despite the distraction of your visitor.

“I was neither planning on telling you, nor keeping it from you.” You said simply. “I want nothing from you, Mr. Baker. I don’t need money, and I don’t need you to step up to be a father. You were a one night stand that I chose to not take Plan B after. My choice, my child, my body, my life.” He looked at you completely lost for words as you set your finished book down and headed back to the white board to add and change notes. “I would like your family medical history, though. I could easily do a diagnostics test and an MSS while I’m pregnant but…”

“Oh, I’m gunna be fucking sick.” He groaned behind you as you finished your idea and turned to move on to the next section. You grabbed the trash can and handed it to him on the way past as you tried to keep your thoughts as straight as possible, relatively unsuccessfully.

“I don’t wanna be alone.” You sighed as you looked over at him for a moment. “And after the way you treated me that night, the way you just used me and threw me away like I didn’t mean a Goddamn thing…” You exhaled through your nose and shook your head as you looked away from him and out the back door to the ocean.

“I don’t care that you’re not happy here, Mr. Baker. I don’t care if you want to be in this child’s life or not. I don’t care if you see me or this child as a mistake, or what you see us as at all. I just don’t care. What I care about is having a calm, healthy pregnancy, and becoming a mother. And I will not tolerate having someone come into our lives to walk in and out of it because he never wanted us in the first place. Nor will I tolerate someone treating me like I’m worthless trash in front of my child.” Kels didn’t say a single word as you shook your head and turned back around to go back to work. “Stay as long as you want. I have work to do.”

As Colson sat and thought, you went over to find a book about banking cord blood so you could round out that column. The next column was pros and cons of breastfeeding verses formula, which was a lot more extensive than you originally expected due to the varying opinions on length and benefits, but after reading through seven different books, and writing and erasing conflicting notes, he finally spoke up.

“Breastfeed for a year.” He almost whispered as he watched you work. “That’s what we did with Casie. And yea, we vaccinated her.” You nodded your head as you erased the idea you were writing and stood up to make a note in the vaccines column. “I don’t turn my back on my kids.”

“OK.”

“I’m sorry.” He continued as you capped your marker “It’s no excuse but I was high as fuck and running on adrenaline. I used you and that was shitty as fuck.”

“Yes it was.” You agreed with a nod as you leaned against the front of your desk and crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well I’m fucking sorry.” He said a little harshly. “And I’m sorry for knocking you up.”

“Pregnancy happens, Colson.” You breathed with a shrug of your shoulders. “I’m obviously a little more prepared since I actually made the decision…”

“Yea, that’s a fucking understatement.”

“OK, you can fucking leave and I can file a restraining order.” You snapped. “What’s done is done. I’m pregnant, you’re the father, your kid and my kid have a new sibling. You’re not going to have to pay child support, I’m taking primary custody with open visitations. And no, I am not going to date you. Not now, not ever. You left a sour taste in my mouth and I want nothing to do with you or your crazy lifestyle.”

“You’re just making this super fucking easy, aren’t you?” He asked as he pushed himself out of his chair. “I’m outta here. I’ll get your number from Ash and I’ll be in touch.” You rolled your eyes and gestured toward the door behind him.

“You can see yourself out.”

“Such a fucking bitch.” He muttered as he stormed out the doors and through the atrium to leave. You let out a huff and shook your head as you went back to your research.

“Idiot fucking sperm donor.”

Part 3

#machine gun kelly x reader #mgk x reader #colson baker x reader #henry cavill x reader #too smart for your own good

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prongsisabadger · 4 years ago

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TWP Chapter 24

I really needed to stop getting injured on the battlefield, eating med bay food was getting a little old. That, and Master Plo had threatened to bench me unless I learned some self-preservation. I couldn't really argue with him on that point, I did have a tendency to put myself in harm's way to spare others, the thing is, that if I was getting injured this often it was because I was risking myself the way clones did on a regular basis. If they thought I was getting injured a lot, it was because clones were getting killed a lot. That didn't erase the fact that I probably had a savior complex and needed therapy, but that was beside the point. At the end of the day, it was all worth it. I didn't do these things for the clone's gratefulness or recognition, but it felt nice all the same. The best part of doing what I did was seeing the injured clones I saved being released from medical care. That was what kept me going.

Different battalions had different ways of showing loyalty, affection and gratefulness, I came to realize. The Pack made sure to integrate you to the force, welcome you in with open arms and regard you as a full fledged member of the family. The 501st was a little more clumsy in their approach, they refused to call you anything but the title they'd chosen for you and on rare occasions saluted you or even patted your shoulder or back.

The 212th on the other hand, were the kind of men that returned the favor silently. Just like their general, they were better at showing rather than telling, which is why T.H Boil and Waxer were assigned to be my official wingmen. And by wingman I mean shadows. It had been a unanimous decision of the three after the skirmish on Naboo. They had approached Commander Cody, and then General Kenobi with the idea. If I was going to put myself in so much danger for their sake, the least they could do was make sure I didn't get myself killed in the process, they said. Master Kenobi found the wording very amusing. He agreed to it because it would give him a little peace of mind since it would be harder for me to get killed with people actively trying to stop me from doing so.

A little peace of mind and a ton less anxiety. But he never said that, of course. Obi-Wan Kenobi would be dead before he told anyone a situation made him have feelings, but I had grown amongst the sand people and then lived with the Kel Dor. I knew stoic when I saw it, and I had learned how to read it. Master Kenobi was a lot easier to read than he thought, one just had to look at his actions rather than his words. There was a reason he had perfected sarcasm and made it into an art form, there was a reason for him to grow silent when things got rough. Obi-Wan Kenobi was many things, cold was not one of them.

I did also realize I would have to be more careful though. Severe injuries would be quite detrimental to my health in the long run, and I still wanted to be able to protect people once the war ended. But in order to do so, I would have to survive that long first. The thought of the war ending seemed incredibly far-fetched at the moment. Conflicts were starting in all corners of the galaxy, those that were already in motion continued to escalate, and the GAR's troops continued to be stretched even more thinly. The kaminoans were working overtime to provide fresh troops to aid the overworked ones and Jedi were being Knighted left and right to make up for the lack thereof in the battlefield. Things were complicated, and they would get even worse long before the war came to an end.

But there was no use in thinking about the future, I had to make sure to be present in the moment or I ran the risk of making mistakes I would surely regret. For now, I had to rest and recoup as best as I could and start preparing for our next assault on Felucia. We would be working alongside the 501st once again, and there was much work to do still. We had two battalions to coordinate, a patrol to organize and a planet to take. Even if battles often forced one to throw the plan out the window, it paid well to be prepared.

During my time in the med bay, I'd gotten into the habit of calling The Pack. It was usually Art who had the holo transmitter and passed it around the barracks whenever we spoke. I hadn't realized just how much I missed them until I was put on bed rest for an entire week after Naboo and there had been no one with me. No Art to tease me for being reckless, no Headfirst to punch my arm for being stupid, no annoyed Twitch to grumble about my savior complex. There was no Wolffe either to be angry at me in that quiet, exasperated way of his, no pat on the shoulder.

Naturally, none of them had said a thing about it when I called, only Art did that first time and quit instantly when I didn't laugh with him. They understood, they didn't say it but they missed me too. I would tell them about my day and they would return the favor, maybe throw in a funny anecdote of something silly one of them had done. It felt extremely lonely, but it comforted me to know they were there, whole, healthy and alive.

"Took your time," said Art when I called.

I had waited until the end of the day when I could have some peace and quiet in my quarters. I was sitting crossed legged on my bunk, the holo transmitter on the mattress in front of me.

"Sorry, we're moving in on Felucia soon so last minute details are taking most of my time," I answered honestly before yawning. "How 's the gang? You guys going anywhere soon?"

"Not right now, the General is dealing with things in the Temple and we were given a few days off before we are assigned another quadrant patrol," he said sitting down on his own bunk. "Things are quite boring without you here, Commander. None of the boys will let me work on them."

"That's because none of us want our entire bodies tattooed like the Commander does." Said a voice outside the hologram. It was most likely Headfirst.

I chuckled and smiled fondly, I missed them so much.

"Well, this will be my last assignment with Master Kenobi until new orders come in, so you'll have your canvas back in no time, Art." I said. "Just make sure you find some blue and orange ink, I'm gonna need it."

"How many?" He asked somberly, as if he felt the weight of every name he tattooed on my skin.

"Fourteen blue, one orange," I answered. "Orto Plutonia was especially rough on the 501st. I'll tell you about it when I see you."

I knew there was a chance of someone overhearing my conversations with Art, and although Jedi were allowed their opinions, my thoughts on Chairman Cho weren't exactly Jedi-like.

"Make sure you do," he answered before leaning back on his bunk and smirking. "By the way, Wolffe found out what you did on Naboo. He isn't happy."

I groaned, the man was going to put me through the grinder for this one. One thing was shielding someone on instinct, another thing entirely was compromising one's own health because 'I'm gonna die anyway'.

"Fuck, he's gonna kill me."

"Nah, he's just concerned for you, and a little overprotective if you ask me. I told him already Jedi can't have relationships but he doesn't seem to-"

"Art, stop teasing the man, he's got enough on his plate already."

"I'm just saying, if he wants to get laid, he should look elsewhere, Jedi code and everything��"

I laughed hard. I sometimes forgot the clones were younger than me even if they didn't look it.

"I mean he could if he found a Jedi looking to let off some steam." I kept laughing.

But Art seemed to freeze. He sat so still all of a sudden that I thought the signal was getting cut.

"What do you mean?" He asked finally, seemingly forcing himself out of his shock.

"Well, Jedi aren't allowed possessive relationships and emotional attachments, sex isn't necessarily forbidden. It depends on how the Jedi decides to interpret the c-"

"Are you telling me none of you are virgins?!" He probably was a little too loud about it considering he was inside the barracks, but I didn't really mind telling him since it was a common misconception.

"Are you telling me you thought Obi-Wan Kenobi was?" I laughed. "A man is not that sassy and confident if he isn't a great lay, he screams big d-"

"But wait, that means you…"

I laughed even harder.

"Is that really what you are worried about?" I wiped the tears from my eyes as I tried to answer without making him feel stupid about it. "I could if I wanted to, Art. I just chose not to because I need an emotional connection with a person to even want it, and since I am a Jedi and we don't allow those, sex isn't something I want because to me it implies an emotional attachment."

There was a beat of silence as he considered this. He even looked around beyond where the Hologram ended, probably to see if his brothers were as baffled by this as he was.

"I feel cheated," he said finally. "You are telling me I might have had a chance with General Fisto?"

I smirked and raised my eyebrow, now this was new intel to me.

"Art, I don't think the GAR rules of conduct allow for that either, regardless of Master Fisto's status as a Jedi."

He sighed dramatically.

"Yeah, I know but still."

I yawned again and tried to cover it with my hands. The day had been quite hectic, and I had an early morning the next day in order to put the finishing touches on the plan. I said goodbye to Art and turned the transmission off. Chatting with my friend always put me in a better mood, and to have that comfort before heading to bed made for very uneventful nights. I would let him deal with the new information I'd dumped on him, it would take a while for him to assimilate. It would also be less fun to stop him from trying to get me -or Force forbid, Master Plo Koon- laid. Art was a romantic at heart, he thrived when playing matchmaker, and I would definitely be one of his targets. I didn't mind though, it was fun to frustrate people into giving up.

I put the holo transmitter away before changing into my sleeping clothes. As I layed down,it occured to me that having such strong attachments to those around me might not be wise. But it felt so right, to have people to care for, to be cared for. It felt right to have friends, to have family, to have the care, love and loyalty of people. Oh and to give it back, to return it was even better. To protect, to care, to love, to miss. How could it be wrong? Yes, the explanation was simple enough. Attachments create strong feelings, and if those feelings are hurt then the way the person reacts might lead them to the dark side. But is it not the reaction the problem rather than the attachment? Surely healthy coping mechanisms and emotional maturity would be much more detrimental to the dark side, wouldn't they?

Wouldn't they?

#TWP #clone wars fan fiction #star wars the clone wars #plo koon #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #commander wolffe #captain rex #padawan!oc

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nazali-md · 4 years ago

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A short story of my apprentice, before they’ve become the Scilla we know and get annoyed at.

Million thanks to @heartofnopal, who was kind enough to beta this!

Sharp rays of the midday sun turned the air unbearably hot, making every breath feel like sandpaper. Across the dusty town square, a group of kids were playing Temse in the shade of the palm trees.

“Which one is it?”

“On the left. The child of that fugitive jeweller, Ajju.”

He remembered the woman well. She was born in the Inadan cast, and eloped with a beggared agguta, leaving her family for a man's charm. "Nobles are like rice, smiths are like millet, slaves are like corn." Their society did not like people intermarrying, and no one really liked an agguta. Years ago, the amghar had his doubts about taking them in his tawshet. Now, his generosity seemed to bear its fruit. He turned to his vassal.

“Let's see if the kid's useful.”

Boisterous laughter erupted from the children, followed by some yelling. The kids were too wrapped up in their game to notice the group of men, until a painted tambour crumpled under the camel's hoof.

“Kid!” shouted one of the warriors “Water!”

A big teethed girl at the edge of their group quickly nodded.

“There's a well a few corners away, I'll make it under a minute…”

The warrior's horse reared, the tip of his heavy allag pointed at a nearby boy's chest.

“Didn't you hear me?! The amghar's thirsty!”

The children screamed, and some started to sob. The warrior's lance tore a hole into the boy's takarbast.

“Stop!” rang a voice, that definitely did not belong to the amghar. The air was vibrating with something more than midday heat.

Ajju's child gathered some sand from the ground and offered it to him. The amghar held his breath, and urged his camel to kneel.

“What is it, child?”

The kid did not blink.

“Water.”

That was unexpected. His vassals haves told stories about the kid casually jumping over a donkey, and making little camels of sand. He tried to provoke the kid to see if their elemental magic could be used for attacks. For Kel Tagelmust, the veiled people, their wealth is in their herd. They drink their milk, eat their meat, use their skin, trade them and fight battles over them. Animals are prized in the desert. Water? Priceless.

The amghar was an ambitious man. His own magician, a diviner, already proved himself very useful in the fight for the amenokal position. All he was looking for was some magical backup to his troops, but fate gifted him with a rare trump card. All schemes overwritten. The results of the upcoming election become decided. The celestial bodies are merciful indeed.

He dipped his finger in the pooled water. It was cold.

The setting sun painted the dunes dusty pink by the time the child got home. Their tent at the edge of the oasis was surrounded by the usual evening crowd, regulars and travelers mixed together. At any other part of the town, seeing so many people in stunned silence would raise suspicion. But those who have heard the voice of Aderfi Ag Hossad, know it's power. His rich baritone finds its way to the most skeptical hearts, his songs soothe crying infants, and his tales capture souls. The crowd hung on every word, silent exceptexpect some bewildered "ooh"s and "ah"s.

Ajju's child, Amanar snaked their way around a bunch of Hesperian salt merchants hunched together, one translating the story in whispers to her companions. Aderfi sat his child on his knee, softly rocking. Amanar has heard the tale thousand times, but still couldn't help but be captivated. Their mother handed them a ladle and. Amanar gently lifted it to their lips, taking a slow sip of the thick eghajira. It's sweetness filled them with comfort. Aderfi was nearing the climax of his tale, his hands gesturing animatedly. Amanar gave back the empty ladle.

“The chief will come by tomorrow.”

Ajju patted the messy curls on their head.

“An inspection again? I must have missed the announcement.”

Amanar shook their head.

“No, he said he'll visit you.”

“The amghar spoke to you? When?”

“Today. After I gave him water.”

Ajju clicked her tongue in agreement.

“Oh. He must be thankful then.”

Amanar's upper lip twitched. The five year old's oddly cynical facial expressions never failed to make Ajju smile, much to her child's distaste.

“He was weird.”

“You shouldn't talk about our chief like that.”

“Then maybe he shouldn't try to stab my friends.”

Ajju's breath got stuck in her chest.

“He did... What have you done?”

Amanar blinked slowly, owlishly.

“He wanted water. Quick. His soldiers got rowdy. So I made him water.” They jumped off Aderfi's knee. Gathering some dust in their little hands, Amanar showed it in the vague direction of their mother. “Like this.”

Their father turned at the sound of the ladle hitting the ground. He jumped up like he was stung by a bee, picked up the child with a yelp, quickly making his way into their tent. Ajju closed its flap behind them, closing out the agitated outcry from his audience. She Ajju looked into his eyes, equally scared.

“I didn't know they could do this.”

Aderfi shook his head.

“Me neither. No one in my family had magic this strong. Your side has affinity to elementals, did they....?”

“A low affinity to metal, nothing like…” She vaguely gestured towards her child's tiny palms, still wet. “Nothing like this.”

Aderfi put the confused Amanar down, pacing up and down like a caged lion in the little place the tent provided.

“We should have been more careful. You know his so- called palace magicians all end up like slaves!”

“What do you expect me to do about it now?” Ajju's voice gained a new dangerous edge. “Pack quickly, we need to leave.”

“Where? The election is in two months. He has mercenaries in every oasis in the tawshet. Soldiers along every route. A fly cannot pass, without him knowing. His men cannot be compared to those your family hired.”

Ajju’s lips twitched in annoyance.

“We barely got away from those. With no camels, no horse...”

“...we have no chance.”

Fat, salty tears started to gather around Amanar's big black eyes.

"Mama... Did I do something wrong? Are we in trouble?" They hiccupped. "I was polite, just like you told me to! Even when he was rude and scary!"

"Oh darling..." Aderfi squatted down to comfort the shaking childkid, arms open.

"I behaved, I swear! I hold my tongue! He didn't look angry!"

They all winced when someone cleared their throat at the entrance. It was the tall Hesperian woman, who was translating Aderfi's tale to his friends earlier.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in. It's just we have a pretty good doctor with us. So if anything happened to the little bean here, snake bites, scorpion stings..." she gestured with her chin towards Amanar, slightly shocked by the sight of Ajju's dagger, "she can take a look. Free of charge. Just sayin' since we depart at dusk. If we can do anything to help before we return..."

#the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana oc #fan apprentice #the arcana mc #the arcana fanfic #apprentice scilla #the arcana lore

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daviddoughbrik · 6 years ago

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Grow A Pair - a D. Dobrik Imagine

Thank you for the request @dobrikburrito!

WARNING: A LOT OF CUSSING

“I don’t know how to model this merch for the end card,” David whines throughout the house as he turns the corner to the living room. He stands there with his hands on his hips and his bottom lip stuck out. You look up from your spot on the lovesac. You put your bookmark in your book and set it aside.

“Come here, pouty boy,” you say with grabby hands. David takes off running to crash on top of you, sliding the lovesac further against the wall. He lands with an oof and he headbutts your boobs. “Ow, babe. Your hard head hurt me,” he laughs at you before leaning down towards them.

“Awe where did I hurt you, baby?” he coos, settling himself between your thick thighs. “Here?” he asks kissing your the swell of your breast over your shirt. You let out a hum, though you couldn’t feel it much. “Here?” he asks again, moving to another spot and placing a kiss there. “Ugh, stupid bra, I can’t feel how soft you are because there’s too much stuff between!”

Your head is thrown back in laughter as he grips your shirt at your waist and sticking his head under it. He makes quick work and lifts your bra up and over your boobs awkwardly. “David!” you laugh. He’s nipping and kissing as much as he can. Then he decides to tickle you while he’s under there. You’re both laughing hard as Natalie comes out of her room.

“You guys are so weird,” she says as David’s head is still under your shirt. “Better watch out though, Cas is on her way over with the girls from her job,” she warns. “If they get here before I’m out, will you tell them I’m taking a quick shower?”

“Ah, it’s okay, we will be careful! I’ll tell them!” the last part of that sentence was up an octave from David continuing to kiss and tickle your soft stomach. “David!” you screech again. Just then the doorbell rang. Both of you groan as he pulls his big ole noggin out from under your clothing. “Fun’s over,” you mumble.

David gets up and let’s them in, and the people just keep on coming. Cas and her friends from work arrived at the same time as Jack, Jason, Zane, Kelsey and Stassie.

“What’s up bitchesssss,” Zane hollers through the house. David just shakes his head. “Oh, hey, what are you doing here?” Zane asks pointedly at you.

“Oh I’m just chilling. My apartment is getting exterminated again,” you lie, grabbing your book again. You’re literally in yesterday’s clothes from sleeping at David’s last night.

“Damn, again?” Jason asks. “They just did it last week didn’t they?”

“Yeah, and apparently it didn’t take because the people below me brought back something from Jamaica,” you lied again. Jason shakes his head in disapproval before getting into the conversation with everyone else. You dive back in your book as everyone talks and mingles.

You always were a little different than the rest of the group. For instance, you’re the only one who reads on a regular basis. You’re not the going out type or the drinking til you black out type. You really didn’t know how you ended up in this group. You shrug to yourself and get back into the story you were reading.

Days passed by in your book, but it was just minutes in real time. You’re brought out of your reading zone for whatever reason. “You need to put hot girls in there,” Jason says.

“Why though? Why can’t you two just model them?” David asks, referring to his new merch coming out soon.

“Because, hot girls will sell it better. Like, Stassie and Kels and Cas and her friends, they could do it and it would sell so well,” Jack adds. All you can think is “what a creep”. Then he says it. “I mean like we couldn’t have Y/N in it, she wouldn’t sell it as well, because you know...” he mumbles, trying to not let you hear him say it.

“Okay, sex sells, I get it,” David laughs. Suddenly, you’re really interested in seeing how he’s going to make this work with the “hot girls”. He throws merch at them and they go and put it on. They roll up the tops of their shorts and crop the shirts shorter trying to show more of their bodies. David turns some music on and they’re all dancing on each other and showing off the merch. Zane is behind David’s camera and lifts his shirt up so they’d do the same, showing off the new sports bras. Their tits are all in David’s face and you can’t help but to get more and more upset at the different shots he takes of them.

“David, how about we do a clip with you with them?” Jack suggests. David shrugs saying “why not”. Jason takes over the camera. “Wait, how about two of you just have the sports bras on the top and two of you can have the shirt on?”

Fucking creep.

They agree anyways. The music plays again and they’re running their hands all in David’s hair and rubbing up and down his arms. Your face turns more red as the seconds pass. His face says he’s enjoying it. He’s enjoying having other girls with their shirts off rubbing all over him.

You’re finally at your boiling point and you slide the patio door open hard and slam it shut, making the glass in the frame rattle. Your head falls in your hands as you try to calm down. You can hear chatter in the house before hearing David say “I’ll go see what’s wrong. Hold on.”

“Leave me alone,” you say as he takes one step out of the house. He doesn’t listen and closes the door behind him. “I’m serious,” you warn.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asks tentatively from across the concrete.

“What’s wrong? Are you fucking kidding me? If you don’t know what’s wrong then I guess there’s no point in being here,” you say throwing your hands up.

“Babe, it was just for the end card,” he bargains. “I don’t even like them,” he says crossing his arms.

“You know what, it was kind of shitty of you to let several other girls touch you and shit for the vlog. But you know what else is really shitty of you? The fact that you sat there and let Jack talk about me that way. ‘she couldn’t sell it as well because you know’,” you mock.

“Baby, you know how he is,” he begins trying to take a step toward you.

“Yeah, David, I know how he is. He’s a prick, but I didn’t think you’d seriously let him say that shit. First of all, because I am a fucking woman who you say you love. Second of fucking all, because I was sitting right fucking there. Third of fucking all, because you know just how much I’ve struggled with everything. Fourth of everything and what hurts the damn most, you don’t even want them to know we are together. That’s why you won’t even stick up for me. It’s your own selfish reasoning. So don’t you dare stand here and act like that and call me baby like it’s okay because it’s fucking not, David. It’s not.” David is speechless. He knows you’re right. He can’t even manage to open his mouth. “Fuck this,” you yell and storm back inside.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he yells after you. You’re grabbing your things: your book, your shoes, and you even go and grab your underwear from his bedroom floor. You wave it around so they can see it’s clearly yours since it’s not sexy enough.

“Fuck you, Jack. Literally fuck you. David sure must think I’m sexy considering he was sucking my titties just before y’all showed up. Y’all don’t know anything. Oh and fuck you, David. Call me when you grow a pair and remove your head from your ass. Seriously, go fuck yourself and lose my damn number.” With that, you’re out the front door heading to your car, ignoring the tears rolling down his face and all the agape mouths. You think you’re going to speed off, except you didn’t drive. David picked you up last night.

With all the frustration you have, you don’t even bother putting your shoes on. You take off walking as if you could ever make it to downtown to your apartment. Soon your feet are just about bleeding on the pavement, but that pain could never compare to what your heart is feeling right now. Soon, you’re weeping on the side of the road in Studio City. You’re crying so hard you just about pass out, so you sit on the sidewalk with your head in your hands. At this point, who cares what’s going on around you. Nothing could ever compare to the pain David has caused you. Cars are passing you by and no one pays you any mind. That is until the familiar white Tesla pulls up beside you. “Y/N. Please,” he says getting out of the running car. “Let me take you home, you shouldn’t be in this neighborhood alone,” he bargains. “Please.” You can’t even raise your head to look at him. You won’t give him that respect or satisfaction. He stands there waiting. No words exchanged. Thirty minutes later he lays his keys down in front of you before taking off walking back to his house, miles away. You sit there until he is out of view. You could feel his eyes on you until he finally gave up and was out of sight. You pick the keys up off the ground and get in the drivers seat. You’re off to your apartment and way fucking far away from David.

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selenelavellan · 8 years ago

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In The Beginning It Was A Nice Day

Parents AU

Dirthamen and Kel belong to @feynites

Selene loved her job.

She loved her students, loved her workload, loved her commute through their small town, especially now, when the leaves were just beginning to change their colors.

And she loved her sons most of all.

True, she had...concerns, when she first realized she was pregnant, especially given the way she'd run from their biological father. But she had no regrets about keeping them, and she wouldn't trade them for anything.

In fact, they were the reason she'd accepted a job at this school, rather than continuing her own education. She could always go back to getting her PhD later, after all. But this was a highly prestigious institute, with a fantastic reputation for both elves and mages, and guaranteed acceptance for her children means more opportunities for them in the future. She couldn't pass that up.

And the pay was good too. Enough for her to afford a nice two bedroom town home for them to live in, and provide all the essentials. Sometimes she can even afford to spoil them a bit, if a bonus comes through or she finds a good sale on food that she can store long term.

Each morning she gives them each a kiss on the forehead, and walks with them to the schools library before going to her own classroom to get ready for the day. It's a nice, quiet life.

A few months into the new school year, a new student enters Selenes basic math class.

Her name on the attendance list reads 'Kelvallastheneras Evanuris'. The first time Selene calls her name, she's corrected with a pointed “Just Kel, please”, and makes a note in the margins to remind herself for the next time.

Normally, new students have a gap in knowledge between what was taught in their old curriculum, versus what's being taught in the current school, and Selene is used to doing extra sessions or spending her breaks assisting the student in catching up in whichever way works for them. Selene is surprised to discover over time, that Kel has no such gap. In fact, she seems to have a firm grasp of all the principles she has planned for the basic math class already.

Selenes nails tap gently against her desk as she looks over Kels latest quiz during her lunch break. It's a shame to waste a students time, really. And Kel seems so bored during half the class, this could be just what she needs. Taking her favorite purple pen, Selene writes next to the large red A , “Please see me after class”.

“Am I in trouble?” Kel asks, still holding her quiz as she adjusts her book bag over her shoulder. “I didn't cheat.”

“You're not in trouble, and I know you didn't cheat,” Selene assures her. “I've noticed your grades in this class have all been far above average, actually. Do you find my class easy?”

“...Is that a trap? I say yes, and you're insulted and give me more homework, I say no and you accuse me of cheating or lying?”

Selene blinks. That's not a level of pessimism she expected from someone so young, even with puberty looming on their horizons. “No, Kel, it's not a trap. I just thought you might perhaps be bored in this class.”

“Well, yeah, a little. But that's not your fault, it's just because it's math, right?”

“Math can be fun, too!” Selene perks, a bit too excitedly “Numbers and theorems can open up all sorts of possibilities into whatever fields you might also be interested in. It's not a limited subject, and I think you'd really benefit from being in a more advanced class. Something that could challenge you!”

“Oh. Uh. No, thank you.”

Selene frowns. “Why not?”

“I just...don't want to?” Kel shrugs apologetically as the next group of students file into Selenes classroom. “Thanks for the offer though, I guess. Can I have a late pass for my next class?”

Selene sighs as she fills out the appropriate form and tears it off to hand to Kel. “Just think about it, please?”

Kel nods, but Selene's seen that nod on enough students to know she's already made up her mind, and feels a deep sense of disappointment as the elven child leaves.

Maybe a different angle could work...

–

“Are you two friends with Kel?” Selene asks as she buckles the twins into the backseat of her car.

“Not really,” Felasel shrugs as he thumbs through the fourth Harry Potter book for the hundredth time.

“Why not?”

“She's in a different circle than we are. She's taking the athletics electives.”

“You two are athletic,” Selene points out as she turns on the ignition.

“Yeah, but we're speedy athletics. We do track and field and swim for gym class, and she's like....weightlifting and wrestling and junk,” Darevas argues. “That's a whole other thing.”

“Sure, right,” Selene nods, carefully pulling out of the parking lot. Sports aren't really something she's knowledgeable about. Sporting events weren't really a thing with her clan, unless it was for a cultural event like the Arlathvhen, and even then she usually opted out. She should probably look into them soon, she's noticed Darevas's growing interest on watching games during his TV time. Sports have registration fees and physicals and uniforms and other things that require money, especially for startup. She should start budgeting for it now, to be safe.

“Can we go to the big library downtown again soon?” Felasel asks when they stop at the red light.

“We can go this weekend, once you two have finished your homework,” Selene smiles.

“Can we go to the pizza place next to it too? With the cheesy garlic bread?” Darevas chimes in excitedly.

“So long as your room is clean, first.”

The two let out a unanimous groan, and Selene tries to cover her chuckle with a fake cough as she makes her turn.

She'll just have to find another way to get Kel into the correct class, then...

–

Selene stops by the office after dropping the twins in the school library the next day. Requests the contact form for Kel, and writes down her parental contact information. She doesn't like going over her students heads like this, normally, but Kel still seems so bored in her regular class, and Selene just knows she'd be happier with a challenge.

She makes the call during the lunch break, but it goes to voicemail after only two rings. Still, the name on the message matches what she has written down, so she leaves her own number, her name, and asks for a return message, and makes sure to mention that it's regarding their daughter Kel.

They text her later that evening with a response, and they arrange to meet for a parent-teacher conference that Friday.

–

Kel continues passing her exams and getting her homework correct, and Selene continues leaving her encouraging notes in her purple pen on the papers she hands back.

Friday comes, and her class empties as the final bell rings.

Selene is just finishing wiping down the dry erase board when someone knocks on her classroom door.

She can't remember the last time someone knocked on a door around her, between her open door policy at the school and the lack of available privacy you're afforded as a single parent.

“Ms. Selene?” Asks the stranger.

Oh, Selene realizes. This must be Kels father.

“Yes. You must be Mr. Evanuris?” She smiles, holding out her hand and trying not to stare. He is...very pretty, she realizes. He's in a dark, very well-tailored suit, not uncommon for the parents at this school, but somehow she's still distracted by the strong jawline and the soft skin of his fingers as he shakes her hand in greeting.

This is a professional meeting, she reminds herself. And it is very unprofessional to get distracted by your students stupidly attractive parents.

“Please, have a seat,” she manages, gesturing to the chair she had pulled up earlier to place on the opposite side of her desk.

“Thank you,” he nods as he takes up her offer.

Selene takes her own chair, pulling out a small collection of some of Kels more notable worksheets and tests. “Your daughter, Kel, is a wonderful student, and a delight to have in class,” Selene starts. “But she seems bored in class often, and I worry that she isn't achieving everything she could be.”

“I see. So is this regarding Kels participation grade in some way?”

“No, no. Kels grades are fine, and she always answers when she's called on. I asked you here because I'd like your permission to transfer your daughter into my advanced mathematics class.”

“Have you discussed this with her?” he asks.

Selene hesitates. “Yee-es...”

“Did she say that was something she would be interested in?”

“Well, no...”

“Then I am unsure why you have called me here.”

Selene leans back in her chair, relaxing her arms into her lap “Your daughter is incredibly smart, Mr. Evanuris. She's bored, in class. That means it's wasted time, wouldn't you rather she was doing something that challenged her, or pushed her in some way, rather than coasting by? Don't you want the best for her?”

“My daughter is pushing herself adequately, already. Just because it is not happening in your classroom, does not mean it is not happening. Kel has an assortment of interests that are her own, and she freely indulges and pushes herself in them as she sees fit. I am not going to force her into taking on a heavier workload, when she has already told you no herself.”

“You can't really be so lenient that you let your 10 year old have entirely free reign over her life choices, can you?”

Mr. Evanuris just raises an eyebrow. Selene sighs. “Will you please just discuss it with her? The workload is genuinely not much more than what she is already doing, and significantly less of it is busy work. In the advanced class, I'm allowed to permit more trust to the students, and we don't have to linger on the same topic for nearly as long as we do in the basic classes. If Kel would genuinely prefer to stay in her current class, fine, I will stop pushing this. But I think this could help get her interested again, if she would just give it a shot. And besides,” Selene points out “If she takes the advanced class, it puts her ahead in her math credits, so she'll have an additional free period in later semesters to take something relating more to her other interests, if she so chooses.”

That, at least, gets his attention. He pauses for a few moments before nodding and standing. “I will discuss it with her, and get back to you.”

Selene stands and shakes his hand, smiling again “Thank you so much, Mr. Evanuris. And thank you for your time.”

“It was...not as unpleasant as I expected,” he acknowledges before taking his leave.

Selenes not entirely sure how to take that, but it's a chance, at least.

–

“Mama, come ooooon,” Drawls Felasel, tugging her by one wrist up the steps of the just barely opened library. The downtown location is a bit of a drive from their home, almost an hour, which means they had to get up extra early to be here now, but it's got five floors and is therefore much bigger than their local library. Selene laughs and shakes her head as she follows her sons up the stairs and into the building.

“Where would you like to go?” She asks them quietly as they step inside.

“Fantasy!” They announce in unison.

Selene hums “Alright, but we have to make a cut through the mathematics section first.”

They each groan, but comply as they take the stairs up to the second floor, following as quietly as two ten year olds can while Selene carefully plucks a few books on mathematical and magical theory off the shelves to keep herself occupied for the next few hours.

The twins are all but vibrating with excitement as they get into the elevator for the top floor, where the fantasy books are housed. Once the doors have parted, they're off like a shot, and Selene has to stop herself from calling out for them to walk, don't run.

It's not hard to find them again at least, as she quickly strides in their direction, books still tucked beneath her arm.

They've snatched down the newest volume of an ongoing series of books, something with magic and horsemen of the apocalypse and some prophecy accidentally sort-of undone by a bookstore owning angel and a demon who inadvertently listens to too much Queen in his car. Selene's read the first few, and quite liked them.

The two plop down onto one of the larger recliners, squeezing next to each other to read the latest exploits. Selene settles onto another chair, pulling out a small notepad from her purse for notes as she begins reading the first of her own book of theories.

A few hours later, and several other people have come and gone from their little corner, until two familiar faces pop up.

“Hello,” Greets Mr. Evanuris as he steps in front of her, snapping Selene out of her focus as she blinks, waiting for her brain to switch gears.

“Oh, hello!” she finally manages “How are you doing?”

“I am well,” he responds. “Yourself?”

“I'm fine. Just spending the day out with my sons,” she smiles, nodding towards the chair the twins are still sitting in as they strike up a conversation with Kel.

“I see. I did not mean to interrupt, my apologies.”

“Oh, no, you're fine! We're just reading, really. Taking advantage of community resources and all that.”

He nods, glancing down at her books “I see you take your work seriously.”

“It's my passion. I try to keep up with current theories as they're released so I don't fall too far behind.”

“That makes sense.”

An awkward silence falls over the two of them. Mr. Evanuris turns around, and Selene could swear she sees Kel making a 'go on' motion towards him, before snapping back around to continue her conversation with Felasel and Darevas.

He turns back to her, hand briefly rubbing against the back of his neck before asking “Have you...seen any good movies lately?”

“Not really. I don't get out much, but we're looking forward to the latest Mass Effect film when it hits Netflix.”

“Ah. It was a good one.”

Selene nods, and catches him nervously glancing back to his daughter before she invites him to sit with her.

“Thank you, yes.” he says with a breath of relief.

Selene notes that he doesn't have any books with him, so she offers him the first of the ones she had brought down. “I'm pretty much finished with it already, if you're interested. Are you? I don't actually know very much about you Mr. Evanuris.”

“It is Dirthamen,” he offers, taking the book from her “And yes, I am interested. Thank you.”

Selene smiles and settles back into her chair to start her second book while Felasel snatches the first volume of their favorite series off the shelf for Kel.

–

After another couple of hours, the children wander back over, and Darevas asks if they can go get pizza now.

“Sure,” Selene smiles as she stands and stretches.

Dirthamen watches with interest as Kel does not go towards him, but moves with Selene and her sons as they head towards the elevator.

“Are you coming?” Selene calls at the highest volume she dares use in a library, yielding with ease to her sons unspoken invitation.

“Oh. I suppose so.” He acknowledges, standing and joining the rest of them as they crowd into the elevator.

“The cheesy bread next door is really good,” Darevas grins to Kel as they step back out on the bottom floor and Selene returns her books to the bins.

“Cool,” She nods, stuffing her hands into her pockets.

The five of them make their way out of the library and into the pizzeria next door, and end up snagging two booths. Selene raises an eyebrow suspiciously as the twins settle into one, and Kel shuffles her father into the other before joining them. Before she can ask about it, their waiter comes over for their drink order (and Darevas's enthusiastic order of the Cheese Bread appetizer). The waiter turns to Selene and Dirthamen, but Felasel pipes up with “They would like the good wine, please.”

“No, we wouldn't,” Selene interrupts. “I wouldn't, at least, just a water for me please.”

Dirthamen orders a sweet tea, and Selene slides into her side of the booth with a wary eye on her children. “I'm not sure what's gotten into them,” She sighs “I don't even drink at home.”

“I am sure they are just excited Kel accepted their invitation,” Dirthamen responds calmly, looking over the list of pizza toppings.

Selene is about to hum in acknowledgment before something strikes her about that.

“Their invitation to lunch, you mean?”

“Yes, and to the library.”

Selenes head slowly turns towards Felasel and Darevas, who duck behind their tall, propped up menus when they catch sight of her glare.

Caught in the act.

“They invited you and Kel to the library?”

“Of course. We would not be all the way out here if they had not,” Dirthamen assures her.

“...One moment please,” Selene mutters, as she whips out her phone. It doesn't take long for her to open up the group chat with her sons.

→ Is this a set up???

← Surprise!

→ I don't need to be set up! You two are grounded.

← :( :( :( :( :( :(

← Kel said he mentioned you were pretty, and you said he was too!

→ He is her father!

← And you're our mother so whats your point???

→ We are having a very long talk later.

← You should have gotten the wine. Wine is a date drink.

→ Where are you even learning these things????

← Internet..

← Internet.

“Is everything alright?” Dirthamen asks once the waiter has placed their drinks on the table.

“Yes. No-well, I mean-” She drags her hand down her face and tucks her phone back into her bag. “Yes, everything is fine. My sons imagination has just...gotten away from them a bit. My apologies.”

“I see,” Dirthamen nods, although the tone leads her to believe he doesn't actually understand at all.

Probably for the best.

Lunch goes smoothly after that, and Selene comes to find conversation with him goes easily once they have something to discuss. He talks about the book in the library, and they bounce their thoughts back and forth until they're both leaving with a list of other books and articles to read and get back to each other with.

Kel invites them back to their home after lunch, so Selene can pick up some of the recommended books and she can show the twins some of her own collection.

“Not today,” Selene responds, even though she actually would like to go. “The twins are grounded right now, so they're not allowed to friends houses,” the twins let out a long groan as Selene settles a hand onto each of their shoulders. “Maybe next week?” she offers, glancing over to Dirthamen, who startles slightly.

His cheeks tint a slight shade of pink, before he nods. “Next week would be wonderful,” he smiles. “I will provide lunch, since you paid for today.”

“Sounds great. Send me your address some time, and I'll bring them over.”

They all part ways then, heading back to their own vehicles. Selene is just making sure Felasels strap is buckling correctly when he pipes up with “So if you two get married, will I get my own room?”

“We're not getting married,” Selene insists. “Kel is my student, so seeing her father in a romantic context like that would be highly inappropriate. I could potentially lose my job for it.”

“Kel won't be your student next year though,” Darevas points out.

Selene pauses, at that.

“It's time to go home,” She says, even as her mind wanders.

It would probably still be inappropriate.

But....maybe a little less so.

She's got plenty of time to figure it out, at least.

#Parents AU #I guess?#Dirthalene #Selene Lavellan #Darevas #Felasel #Kel #Dirthadad #I've been wanting to do an AU with a modern Dirthadad and Single Parent Selene for a little while now #So this was nice to finally get out #Kudos to anyone who picks up the Good Omens reference #(It's not subtle)#(One of the perks of making up worlds means I get to make up a world where Good Omens is a series rather than a standalone WHAT POWER)

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bubblemagician · 8 years ago

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40 Weeks

Its a Dodge story, friends, so it comes with Dodge related content 8,)

WEEK 0

Dodge was practically suffocated in Mikel’s chest, unable to move, unable to BREATHE in the much taller man’s arms. He had fallen asleep on the floor of Dodger’s room, likely exhausted from the bout of bloodshed and theft and the tryst afterwards. Boss had been extra ‘happy’ with him today, and Dodge’s insides were still sore from the raw pounding he’d recieved earlier.

Dodge’s brow furrowed as he felt the hot liquid still slowly ebbing out between his legs, sharply contrasting with Mikel’s cold thighs pressed up on his crotch.

He’d take a plan B tomorrow. He was quit literally trapped under Wrath’ s body, so he couldn’t really do anything till Mikel got off him anyway. He settled against the Sin’s tight embrace, listening to the strong heart beat.

Despite the fact that being smothered and helpless being something Dodger HATED, he felt strangely alright in this near-chokehold. He glanced up at Mikel’s face.

The Sin was almost calm in his sleep, shaggy mane of ebony hair falling over his forehead, round face and button nose a lot less intimidating in his slumber. Mikel was almost a different person asleep.

But he would always be Boss.

In an uncharacteristic rush of emotion, Dodge pressed his lips to the sleeping dog.

“A-Aeterna Devotione” Dodger managed to breathe out.

“Mm.” Mikel groaned in his sleep, cuddling his warm cat closer to his body. “Love you too”

Dodge’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. Fu-cking-What????

He had most likely misheard- that was- yeah no- impossible. Dodge felt the familiar flush of purple of embarrassment on his cheeks and forced himself to forget that. He hastily shut his eyes, ignoring the erratic beating of his heart.

And also forgetting the hot seed in his body.

WEEK 3

“Keep up, Dodge.” Mikel growled impatiently as the pair was darting through the shadowy streets, arms filled with pricey bags of stolen loot, police sirens blaring behind them

“Right-behind-you-boss!” Dodger panted, attempting to keep up with Wrath. Normally he didn’t break a sweat, his limber body was actually faster than Mikel’s at times. But right now he just felt exhausted, despite the night having just begun.

It wasn’t till the third time Dodger stumbled that Mikel doubled back and threw him over his shoulder.

Dodger weakly clung to the Sin, attempting to tear open a portal. Embarrassing, him and Mikel should have easily been take out these cops. Yet Dodge felt weak and dizzy, and he didn’t want Mikel facing them alone.

In a purple flash they were on the lawn of Sin mansion. Dodge fell weakly into the grass.

“What the FUCK was that, Dodger?!” He felt the heel of Mikel’s boot dig into his shoulder. Dodger winced in pain, closing his eyes in self disappointment. What was wrong with him??

“Won’t happen - ghh- won’t happen again boss.”

Mikel glared at the portal child. Normally he would have kicked him around a few times, but something deep inside told him to let it go. He roughly picked up Dodger’s by the arm.

“The fuck…?” and Mikel saw actual TEARS dripping out of the other’s eyes.

“I gotta go- I think I’m sick or something” Dodger hastily wiped his eyes, staring at the moisture on his hands like it was an alien substance “You can punish me later, master.” he attempted his usual flirty smile “I’ll look forward to it~”

Mikel just stared as Dodger teared away, only now noticing the extremely potent scent of cinnamon he left behind.

WEEK 4

Dodge had been ready and beyond willing to take punishment from Master, but Mikel had brushed it off. Dodge had made up for it of course, he was the Artful Dodger after all.

He watched Mikel ravaging the blood from the victims the portal child had brought for him, angry, criminal specimens filled with Sin. But Mikel didn’t seem as enthusiastic as usual as he purified the blood from the humans.

“What’s up, Boss?” Dodger asked “Not mad enough for you?”

Mikel looked up from his victim, fangs and lips ruby red from blood.

“They’re ok.” Mikel barked in reply. But clearly his heart wasn’t in it, his blue and lava eyes flicking back to Dodger every so often. Not that Dodge didn’t enjoy the attention, he casually leaned back, spreading his legs and raising a knee.

“Maybe you’re losing your touch. You’re what, 95 old man?”

It took exactly 2 seconds for Mikel to growl and start ripping off Dodge’s pants.

“Even before getting me dinner, boss?” Dodge teased as Mikel flipped him around. Mikel gave his regular grunt and Dodge got on his hands and knees. It took a minute for the Sin to unzip (and rubber up) before Mikel roughly grabbed Dodger’s pale freckled hips and thrust inside full force.

Dodge arched up into Mikel’s frosty touch, ass rolling back against the shaft. It was surprisingly easy, despite them not having used any form of lubricant. Dodger clenched up on the deliciously hardened cock inside his body.

“Mm, you like that boss?” Dodge trilled, bucking up to match Mikel’s quick thrusts “Enjoying- yourselfffffuck” he bit his lip as Mikel hit him in exactly the right spot.

Mikel suddenly yanked back Dodger’s hair, lifting his arms off the ground.

“I’m not the only one, slut” he whispered in his dangerous voice, punctuating each word with a deep thrust “you’re-so-fucking-WET”

Dodge’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He knew his own body well enough that he could tell when he’d cum, that didn’t make any sense, he hadn’t-

His thoughts were interrupted with a cry of pain as he felt Mikel’s canines sink into his neck.

Dodger loved to be bitten, he loved the way Mikel’s red eye glowed in satisfaction, the way the lilac blood stained like sparkling liquid amethyst on Mikel’s lips, the deep lavender fang marks that took weeks to heal, all symbols that Mikel thought his blood was desirable, that HE was desirable.

So he couldn’t explain his sudden innate fear of losing any of his precious blood.

“S-stop” Dodge murmured quietly. Mikel must not have heard, he was busy lapping up the delectable cinnamon syrup dripping out of Dodger’s wound.

“Mikel please…” he felt himself go limp, the world starting to spin and fade before his eyes. “Mi… kel…”

And then he was out like a candle.

He woke up in Mikel and Peyton’s room. Odd, he never really hung out here (The kid was HELLA irritating) and noticed Mikel at the foot of the bed, watching him.

Dodger gave a weak smile “Sorry Boss… guess I wasn’t feeling it-”

Mikel crawled up next to him, examining his neck.

He must have taken off the collar because Dodger finally felt a clumsy bandage wrapped around his own neck.

“Can’t even handle a nip” Mikel’s calloused finger ran over the bandage “Fucking weak-ass puss”

“YOUR weak-ass puss, Boss” Dodger corrected, closing his eyes at the cold finger, so soothing against his hot skin.

Mikel paused before placing his entire hand around Dodger’s neck, in a choke hold.

“MY weak-ass puss” he growled posessively. Dodger felt a jump of excitement in his nethers at the sheer entitlement in Mikel’s voice, but the rest of him couldn’t help but grimace in pain.

His own freckled hands grabbed Mikel’s wrist to stop him from squeezing any harder. Mikel immediately released him, but Dodge didn’t let go.

On pure instinct Dodge brought Mikel’s hand to his lips. Easing off the glove, his tongue weakly touched the scars of Envy and Wrath.

His own fake fang caps were dull, but they still managed to tear into the flesh of the X. Mikel hissed in pain but didn’t stop Dodger as the tear child began to lap up the blood forming at the back of Mikel’s palm.

Dodger was pretty big on bloodplay, but he was never a fan of drinking the stuff. Yet as he lapped up the Sinful red liquid, he felt invigorated, like this was exactly what he needed. The lack of energy from the past few weeks vanished abruptly and he sat up, sucking away at Mikel’s hand like a starved kitten.

Mikel finally pulled away his arm, staring at the Portal child in silence.

“Thanks boss” Dodger purred as he stretched out. Mikel continued to just stare.

“What’s the matter, Mikel? Cat got your tongue?” he crawled up to Wrath, catlike eyes gleaming as he sat between the Sin’s legs.

“Y'know boss, Blood isn’t the only thing I’m good at sucking~” he whispered, his hand trailing up the distressed fabric of Mikel’s jeans, over his thighs and stopping at the zipper over his crotch.

And he proved just how good he was with the dark mushroom quick as he could before Peyton returned.

WEEK 7

A missed period was the last of Dodger’s concerns, where the HELL was Mikel!?? He didn’t care for Dreamler’s theory, for Zel’s explanation, there had to be some place some TIME he could find Boss.

He combed through every plane of existence he could find, every dimension, every timeline. He found other Wraths, other Once-lers but not MIKEL.

It was useless. Mikel was gone.

Mikel was gone.

He didn’t want to go to the 'funeral’ Zel had arranged, but he knew he had to. Zero would be there, and if there was anyone in the world that could understand what he felt, it was Fort Flotsam’s most wanted.

WEEK 8

He stood quietly next to Zero in the Sin Mansion 'graveyard’

Mikel used to come here often, to tend to Jack’s grave. Dodger always secretly envied Jack. He’d told himself to get over Boss’s dead ex, but he couldn’t help the lurch of fury as he noted Zel had put Wrath’s gravestone between Jack Envy and Peyton Envy.

He barely listened as Face prattled off his respects. Zero, however, was hanging onto every word the Once-ler spoke. Dodge took the masked villain’s arm.

“C'mere.” he whispered, pulling Zero from the procession. Zero numbly let himself be led away.

Dodger took Zero inside the mansion, up the stairs, into Mikel’s room. He opened the closet and took out a large bloody axe.

“I know he would have wanted you to have it.” Dodger pressed the weapon into Zero’s hands “He always respected and admired everything about you, this should be yours”

Zero looked down at the ax in his hands. His other hand pulled off his helmet.

Zero looked strangely small without it. Mottled skin, pale in disbelief, red-green eyes downcast. A lost pup, abandoned by yet another person in his life…

Dodge took Zero’s face in both his hands.

“It’ll be ok”

“No…” the villain’s voice trembled in absolute hesitation, not wanting to say it, but unable to fight the words from tumbling out of his lips “… it won’t”

Zero took a deep breath and looked up at Dodge, strawberry eyes locking in almost angry acceptance(if such a thing was possible) onto the teal and lavender slits.

“I can pretend… I’ve always pretended, all my life” the villain strained to find the right words to articulate his inner smoldering anguish “But it won’t be ok”

His gloved hands set down the ax and curled into a trembling fist “It won’t”

Dodge felt another surge of pure anger and he pulled Zero’s face down to his in a fierce, flame-tasting kiss. Zero shoved Dodge away but the traveler only grabbed him again.

“We-gotta-carry on” he whispered between furious kisses “You’re ZERO. I’m Dodger. We have each other. And we-” he picked up the ax once again and pressed the handle into Zero’s hands as Zero continued to numbly push him away.

Dodger let go of Zero’s lips to look him straight in the strawberry eyes.

“We WON’T let Wrath be forgotten”

Zero sullenly returned the look before finally leaning down to accept the hot, fervent kisses. He wrapped his arms around the thin portal child and succumbed to the need to be held, to be comforted, to FEEL human heartache.

Dodge’s hands reached to rub the dog’s back in soothing circles, their broken hearts beating in sync, silently, sadly mourning Wrath. Their friend, the one person who made both of them feel WANTED in a world that claimed they both were mistakes.

Their lips stayed painfully locked onto each other for how long before Zero finally let go, panting for air.

“Let’s go wreck some shit” Dodge urged, picking up the helmet and refastening it over Zero’s head. “Its what Mikel would’ve wanted.”

Safe in his mask again Zero gave a single nod.

Dodge squeezed him and nodded back. He turned to create a tear when suddenly his head spun again.

“Dodge…?” Zero asked in concern, taking his shoulder to steady him.

“I’m fine- I’m good.” Dodge leaned on Zero before tearing through the space in Mikel’s room. The two genetic mutations stepped through the portal to cause mischief and slowly ease away their pain.

WEEK 10

Dodge stared in horror at the little strip of paper in his hands. No, it couldn’t be- it CAN’T be. He was always careful, always on top of this thing, he’d never- NEVER let this happen.

Yet there was no denying the “POSITIVE” symbol on the test.

Well if you could put something in, you can take it out.

He had to, he HAD to, he wasn’t a father. And he didn’t know what complications may arise from carrying a child with his genetic makeup, he just couldn’t DEAL with any of this.

His mind automatically thought of the nearest clinic he could go to. His medical background reminded him this would be a nearly painless process. In and out, no big deal.

But abruptly he thought of Mikel.

Mikel.

He had only - only JUST accepted that he was gone. He wasn’t over him, likely he never would be.

But this… this thing inside him…

“The last of Boss…”

Dodger felt tears spring to his eyes. Did he really want to lose Mikel a second time?

“I can’t do it… I can’t” he cried out loud. What did the universe expect?? That he drop everything and settle down and play happy family??

But… he couldn’t get rid of Mikel…

Trembling he closed his eyes and thought of his Alpha

“Travel… I need you…”

WEEK 14

They couldn’t delay going to the doctor any longer. Travel was with him, and Zel had come along too. Seth Owens had delivered all three if the Pridelings, Zel had assured both Tear men that he knew how to handle a Sinling.

He lay on the exam table, shivering in the hospital gown.

“Its ok…” Travel murmured, gently taking his other’s hand.

Dodge pulled away. He wasn’t scared, despite the clinic reminding them of terrible memories from both their pasts.

Zel looked at the Travel and placed a hand on his shoulder. That only seemed to agitate Dodger more. Irritated he turned away from the two of them. Literal stinking do-gooders, especially the cop.

Dr. Owens was all smiles and professionalism, he carefully answered Travel’s questions, and kept reassuring Dodger he’d be perfectly ok before finally pointing out the ultrasound monitor.

“And there HE is, Mr. Hess. Say hello to your son!”

Dodge stared at the alien-like fetus on the screen currently kicking his little legs,at a complete loss at what to say, what to think.

His son. Mikel’s son.

“Hm, looks like he’s throwing a tantrum, sorry little guy” the doctor eased up the probe an helped Dodge wipe up the gel on his stomach. “But you’re not to worry, the baby is growing just fine and healthy! I am slightly concerned for you blood count, Mr Hess, so I will be prescribing you extra iron pills, ok?”

Dodge was barely present, the image of his son burned into his eyes. Luckily Travel and Zel got the due dates and details, Dodge’s head was just spinning.

“Well that’ll be all for today’s visit! Please feel free to contact me and the nurses if you have any concerns.” He shook Dodger’s hand, then Travel’s before turning to Zel

“Lieutenant Andrews? I need to speak to you a moment.”

Zel nodded and followed Dr. Owens out and the Tear children were left alone.

Dodge reached for his clothes.

“He’s a beautiful baby, Dodger.” Travel tried to smile at his other

“Why wouldn’t he be, he’s HIS son” Everything seemed to set off Dodge lately. But Travel was undeterred.

“He’s your son too.” he hesitated, then placed a hand on Dodge’s stomach

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

Dodge felt the familiar fear return in his throat and he placed his own hand over Travel’s.

“I’m scared”

Travel gently placed his other hand over Dodge’s shoulder “I understand… don’t worry, I’m here for you, I’ll be here every step of the way.”

Dodger nodded and let himself be surrounded in the others smelly embrace until Zel returned.

Her eyes were wide in shock and she was wringing her hands in nerves, a stark contrast to her behavior moments ago.

“Miss Zel? Is everything alright?” Travel asked, worried eyes looking at the raven.

“I- I’m fine. I need to get home.” She was clutching her bloodwork tightly but her hands still shook. Travel nodded.

“Of course, I’ll ask Roxanne to drop off the kids. Thank you Miss Zel.” he nudged Dodger to thank her as well, but Dodge just shrugged and waved her away.

WEEK 22

It was past the halfway point. Face wanted to throw a baby shower for Dodge, but the tear child had promptly refused. Everything around him seemed to just smell awful, and the smallest things set him off. Not to mention none of his clothes, not even his underwear fit him anymore. His body had gone from a beautiful temple to a mess of too large, too saggy and too stretched in all the wrong places.

He couldn’t bear to think of another 4 months of this.

Travel had assured him he looked fine, even Roxanne said he looked better than usual thanks to parenthood, but Dodge just looked in the mirror and felt moody and sullen. Fuck Pregnancy. 10/10 would never recommend.

He lay stewing in anger on the bed Roxanne had provided, hating the birds outside, hating the the fresh air. Hating whatever healthy concoction Travel was gonna force him to drink with his vitamins.

Like he brought right now.

Travel had entered with a gentle knock and Dodge had to literally turn away from the smell.

“Ever heard of a taking a shower, Rowan?”

Travel flushed. “I- I was going to on Tuesday, ok?”

Dodge sat up to take the vegetable smoothie in with a grimace. He mumbled a thank you and downed the kale smoothie from hellfire down his throat.

“Are you feeling ok, Dodge?” Travel asked timidly as Dodger tried not to gag.

“Do I look ok, Travel!?” he spat out in fury.

Travel tore his eyes away “S-sorry Dodge. I’ll go now…” he took the empty glass and turned to leave.

“Travel- Travel wait.” Dodger reached for the youngers shoulder and suddenly pulled him in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry” he spoke into Travel’s fluffy hair “I’m sorry, everything just feels so wrong, and it hurts and I’m just so MAD all the time” he felt his eyes sting.

“Zel said that… the Sin will affect-”

“Screw Zel” Dodger injected. He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean that-” and he started to sob into Travel’s back “Travel I’m so sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand” Travel lightly petted Dodge’s back “You’re very brave Dodger, what you’re doing is exceptional. Its ok if you feel overwhelmed”

Dodge nodded into his hair, he was still felt angry, but Travel’s words helped him out greatly.

Abruptly he felt a flutter in his stomach.

He let go of Travel and looked down, wide eyed.

Travel turned around too, unsure if he’d imagined or actually felt-

There it was again!

“He’s moving!” Dodger exclaimed. “He’s moving! I can feel it!”

Travel’s eyes widened in wonder at Dodge’s stomach “Hello, little one” he gently pressed a finger to the spot.

“It kicked!” Dodge happily placed his own hand over the spot too.

“I’ll get Roxanne!” Travel hurried out the room to fetch their half sister (who PROBABLY wouldn’t be too interested) and Dodge looked down at his stomach with a smile.

“Grow strong…” he whispered “Just like him”

WEEK 30

Two months left. The Tear-trio already started working on the nursery, Travel assembling a hand made crib and rocker, Roxanne painting the room lavender and red.

Dodge didn’t contribute to the effort. He’d been feeling weak and tired. Dr. Owen had doubled his vitamin intake, but nothing seemed to be helping.

Besides. Its not like he was going to stick around after the baby arrived.

“Dodger!” Roxanne called out from the nursery “What color do you want the blankets?”

“I don’t give a fuck, Roxanne” Dodger answered back. He heard her curse at him in Espanol, but he didn’t actually care. She came to his room a little later with more vitamins.

“You look awful” she commented, passing the younger his pills

“So would you if you were being kicked from inside. ALL NIGHT”

Roxanne gave a shrug as Dodger downed the vitamins.

“Have you thought up any names yet? And for God’s sake NOT 'Wrodger.' ”

Dodge scowled at his 'sister’ but had to close his eyes as junior decided to start moving again.

“Little devil just loves to move, huh?” Roxanne smirked at Dodger’s belly “That’s right Lucifer, kick him harder”

“Fuck you, Roxanne” Dodger tore open a portal right in front of her face and stepped out into a field.

He hadn’t really had a clear destination in mind, he just wanted to get away from his 'family’ Besides, Dr. Owens had said walking was good for him. He trudged along the grass, a cool breeze ruffling his perfectly styled hair.

It wasnt really a surprise when he found him outside of Sin Mansion.

It was dark and uninhabited. Face and Red came in occasionally for upkeep, Dream and Zel just found it too painful to drop by. So no one was present except the solitary Traveler.

He slipped past the gate and his legs lead him to the graveyard.

He looked at the ten gravestones, nine of which were empty. Just there for commemoration. The Sins hadn’t left behind any bodies, Face had said something about some guy named Breyton but Dodger could care less. He wasn’t Mikel, nor was the new Wrath.

Dodger tried to kneel in front of the gravestone marked Mikel Wrath, but his stomach forced him to sit on the cool grass.

“Boss…”

He hadn’t visited since the 'funeral’ and now he felt like he was being forcibly drowned yet again. The despair as he was starkly reminded that Mikel no longer exists suffocating his already compressed ribcage.

Mikel was supposed to be immortal. Like him. And in all his years of existence he’d never known someone who accepted and appreciated Dodge for who he was. Someone who didn’t care about his complexion, his genetic makeup, his status as the beta.

Someone who respected him for just being himself.

Their dynamic had been unconventional, but Dodge knew he had always been more than just an interesting fuck, or a scientific anomaly to Mikel. It wasn’t the sex or the murder or even the Sin that kept Wrath around, it was just… him. Dodge Hess.

Dodge closed his eyes as the teardrops welled within, blurring his vision.

“I miss you” he managed to whisper out between pained breaths “so much. Mikel.”

He opened his teal-lilac eyes and lifted his fist, the X scar visible in the dim twilight.

“Aeterna Devotione doesn’t- it doesn’t- fucking work if you’re DEAD, boss” he couldn’t help the angered sobs vibrating through his weak frame, hot, incensed tears flowing down his freckled cheeks. Enraged, he punched his fist down through the dirt. And again and again, fury snaking through him like poison.

Fury that wasn’t his.

He paused his assault to feel the baby hiccuping within.

And suddenly Dodge laughed, realizing who was subconsciously benefitting from his show of anger.

He lifted his shirt and stroked the bump on his tummy, the X scar dirtied but there on his hand.

“Looks like you’re more like me than I thought. Little Devil.” he smiled as the hiccups calmed down.

“Not Lucifer. Luciel.” he looked back up at the gravestone “Luciel Mikel Hess.”

WEEK 36

If Dodge looked bad before, he looked AWFUL now. His skin had gone completely pale, eyes sunken in, and even moving was a mountainous effort. Doc Owens had ordered the C-section to be scheduled early, seeing Dodge’s condition worsen by the day.

It was the last day home before going to the hospital, Travel had packed some things and they would be heading out to the hospital tomorrow.

“Dodge! You’ve got a visitor!” Roxanne called. Irritation was a constant in Dodge’s head now, he didn’t bother answering her until a loud knock came and the door burst open with the sudden scent of smoldering flame.

“Dodger my man!!!” The traveler grinned as the familiar masked villain came in with his usual flair.

“Zero! Finally decided to pay a visit, pup?”

Zero smirked under his helmet “I had some trouble with the dog catchers, but I’m here now!” he fist bumped Dodger “and I have something for the new villain to be!”

Zero passed Dodge a box containing bright red baby onesies labeled KILLER PUP

“I stole them fresh out of a high end baby store, then 'persuaded’ them to personalize it for the little guy!” Zero explained, a hint of pride in his tone.

Dodge beamed “It’s perfect, thanks so much man!” he took the box and set it aside and patted his mattress.

“Anything for a pal!” Zero barked from under his mask. He settled next to Dodge on the bed.

“But how are you feeling? Angry? Wrath-ful? uh… Sin… sational?”

Dodger was about to laugh when again he caught a whiff of Zero’s fire-aroma blood and was hit by a sudden wave of HUNGER. He closed his eyes and held his head in dizziness.

“Dodger…?” Zero’s voice was concerned, his gloved hand reached for the portal child’s shoulder.

“Sorry” Dodge replied “I’m just-… you smell really good”

“Hehehe, it’s the scent of EVIL” Zero gave a half hearted laugh from his helmet and continued to pet his friends shoulder. Dodge weakly smiled back, leaning into the touch.

“Its your blood I think… The baby. It’s part Sin so he wants your blood.” but Dodge hastily switched gears, not wanting to freak out Zero. “It senses all the Wrath… You mad, pup?”

Zero put on a faux serious tone “That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry!”

“Nerd” Dodger teased, resting on Zero’s chest, breathing in the fiery smell.

“Did you… did you need some?” Zero asked in a hesitant, shaky voice, far from his usual confident tone.

Dodge sat straight up and peered at the mask, eyebrow raised.

“I’m not… joking. If you needed it… for the baby…”

Zero unfastened his helmet and looked at Dodge with his soft, strawberry colored eyes. He brought his wrist to his teeth and tugged off his glove.

“It’s not fully human, but…” he pulled out a blade and carefully nicked his thumb. A stripe of obsidian black blood appeared, dripping down to his palm.

A primal, animal urge overcame Dodger, he grabbed Zero’s hand and hungrily started to lick up whatever he could, the coal-like blood heavy with Wrath. Dodge sucked ravenously at the tiny cut, a bright red gleam appearing in his catlike eyes.

Zero, however, had screwed his eyes shut. It didn’t hurt too much, but it was rather new and despite not being completely unpleasant, Zero really didn’t like this. But that didn’t matter, it was for Dodge.

And… Mikel.

The Traveler finally released Fort Flotsam’s most wanted, looking like a completely new man as opposed to ten minutes ago. Dark circles disappeared into healthy, freckled skin, hair glossy, and a genuinely satisfied smile on pale purple lips.

Zero quickly put on his glove again.

Dodge burst into giddy laughter. “That was excellent, thanks- I needed that. I really, really did. Zero,” he leaned over and placed his lips on the Villain’s.

“Thank you” he murmured quietly into the other’s mouth.

“hehehehe… hehe” Zero’s villain laugh never seemed to come out right when he was being kissed- Probably because his lips were occupied or something, he was NOT nervous, no.

“And your kisses are still awful” Dodge smirked, pulling back.

“Not TRUE!” Zero pretended to gasp in offense.

Dodge pulled him in for another quick peck then ruffled his hair.

“Thanks so much Zero…” he stepped off the bed with energy he hadn’t had for 6 months and opened a perfect, dazzling portal into Fort Flotsam.

“All in a day’s work for the notorious Zero!” Zero put on his helmet and stepped through, waving at Dodge. “Take care of yourself, Dodger”

Dodge watched him leave and closed the tear, then looked down at his newly rejuvenated body.

“Travel… I don’t think we’ll need the early cesarean anymore”

WEEK 40

The first few contractions felt like backaches, it wasn’t till they started coming regularly with full force that Dodger knew.

It was time.

It was an emergency and for once, Travel didn’t argue with making a portal directly into the hospital.

The nurse staff was readyvand prepared and within minutes Dodge was on the bed, gripping onto Travel’s hand.

“You’re doing great” Travel was sweating profusely as his beta clung to him “You’re doing just fine, hold on”

Doctor Owens ordered medicines and oxygen for the portal child and soon the pain was somewhat under control. Dodge felt his eyes close as he was sedated.

“Rowan… don’t… go…”

He heard Travel’s voice but couldn’t make out the words as the nurses set the anesthesia in preparation for childbirth.

He couldn’t watch what was going on, but he obviously knew what was happening. Still, no medical information could have prepared him for what followed.

And finally he heard him.

The angry cries of a newborn, not even a minute old.

“Congratulations, Mr. Hess! Its a beautiful baby boy- oww!” Dr Owens pulled away his finger in pain and surprise

“Goodness, he already has his cuspids! That’s… EXTREMELY rare!”

But Dodge could care less what the doctor was saying as he stared at his child. All the pain, the exhaustion, the ANGER vanished in a moment as he gazed at the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in any timeline in any universe.

Luciel Mikel Hess opened his eyes to glare at his father with sky blue, lavender rimmed irises before continuing to wail and fight furiously, kicking his arms and legs in anger.

“Shh, shh Luci…” Dodge whispered, Travel timidly coming forward. Dodge lifted the child and placed a kiss on his forehead.

“Aeterna Devotione” he murmured to the still infuriated child, taking his miniscule little fist in his fingers. And here, holding Mikel’s child, he was finally able to say exactly what he’d felt for him all along.

“I love you”

#Dodger Hess #portalchild #askmikelwrath #wrodger #implied timebomb #I'm actually very proud of this uvu #and bless Croc for helping me out with this thanks bro #writes

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Destiny’s child vs. the wu tag clan (fan fiction)

Its been ten years since the release of Destiny’s Child farewell album; Destiny Fulfilled. To celebrate the anniversary, Sony Records booked a concert at the Barclay Center in Brooklyn, New York to celebrate the milestone. The girls, Michelle, Kelly, and Beyonce had not performed with each other since the Super Bowl 47 Half time show in 2013 Where the Ravens beat the 49ers. Kelly was building an international fan base with her dance club vibe. Beyonce just shocked the world with a self financed secretly released visual album and Michelle just got her eyebrows waxed at the mall. The ladies were picked up from their hotel in Williamsburg and shuttled over to the arena, by limo, early in the morning.

Their liaison, Eduardo De La Mucho, met the trio and scuttled them through the parking lot into the back entrance past an already burgeoning crowd of fans camping out in tents, sleeping bags, and trailers all decorated with images of the girls singing and whirling amiss airbrush images of the Milky Way. Although, the girls were inconspicuously dressed in trench coats, dark shoes and a vail of nondescript ball caps; they failed to allude their voracious fans, yelling and jockeying for their attention: “Kelly, I love you girl, keep repping for us co-co skin sistas, girl!” “Bey!! Bey!! Bey!! I love you Bae!!” Oh girl I wish I was you girl, I do, cept, I wouldn’t be with no damn Jay-Z, doe, girl! I know he got all the money but I couldn’t, with his camel lookin’ ass!! “Blue Ivy cute and all, but bestiality is a crime against God and nature, girl!” “Michelle…Michelle… it’s me yo cousin Sweet Meat, your mother said give her a call, your half of the cell phone bill is due. She said,If you ain’t wanna do your part, you shouldn’t have signed up for the framily plan, Michelle.”

Once inside they meet up with their celebrity Manager, Nigel Cumberbatch, E! corespondent and first cousin of actor Benedict Cumberbatch.

“Hello, Nigel, you look marvelous, darling.” purred Michelle.

“That’s because I’m looking at you, love."

They embrace and share a friendly kiss on both cheeks.

"A little sugar with my mocha always gets me up in the morning, love.”

“Oh, stop it.”

I can’t, love, you’ve already got me started.“

"Why are you here so early? you’re not due in until this afternoon for sound check.:” asked a quizzical Beyonce.

“I had an interview for the network with the cast of "Real Housewives of Rikers Island. Since i’m in the neighborhood why not stop by.”

“Who knew a show about prison man-wives would be so incredibly popular?” said Michelle.

“Yes, well you take the momentum of the Real housewives brand, everyone’s obsession with queer culture, and mix it up with the urban grittiness of prison life and you’ve got a ratings juggernaut. This show is literally too gay to fail.” Nigel said with a wry smirk.

“Speaking of…” free falling into cursory though.

“Where is MY personal assistant? He was supposed to come in early this morning and set up your dressing rooms.

I’ve been texting him since six to no avail.” said the liaison, who up until this point had been quietly busying himself updating the Destiny Child website. Actually, that’s what he was supposed to be doing. He’d finished all of that an hour ago. At this point he was trolling Tinder and Grinder for any hot clerks around the arena who may be cleaning out the bathrooms or working the hot dog stand.

“So who decorated the dressing rooms?” asked Nigel

“I did,” cheered Michelle.

“Shelly, You didn’t have to do this.” said Beyonce, nonplussed.

“Just happy to help, guys."

"That’s peculiar, I just spoke with Kevin last night. Everything seemed fine. I hope nothing happened to him.” Stated Nigel with model concern.

“Kel-vin’s a really sweet guy.” said Michelle, exerting extra effort on the “elvin” in a subtle attempt to correct Nigel on his mispronunciation of the interns name.

“Yes,” replied Nigel picking up the clue.

“Kelvin, stopped taking his Wellbutrin ever since he didn’t get that callback for the live action Jem and the Holograms movie, Truly Outrageous. Very dissonant murmurs of suicide,and not Facebook suicide, real life suicide.”

“I’m sure it will work out. Things always work out; at least for me they do.” reasoned Beyonce

“Do you like the wall draping Bey?” Asked Michelle

“I got them in Beijing. They’re fresh spun silk from virgin worms. The color is called Red Velvet.”

“Like the cake?” asked Beyonce.

“Just like the cake.” answered Michelle.

“Lets blow out these $5,000, diamond studded, champagne scented candles and adjourn to the stage.” Nigel blows out one and speaks before whistling out the other Luxury Soy Candle.

“Let’s save the fire for the stage, shall we?”

The girls traverse the corridor and Kelly lets loose a sly chortle.

“Hey guys, you ever see that movie "This is Spinal Tap? It used to come on t.v. all the time.”

“I don’t own a t.v.” Sulked Michelle.

“I own a t.v.,I mean I own like ten of them, but I’m so busy being on t.v. that I guess i really don’t have time to watch t.v.” said Beyonce

“Why do you ask?"

"There’s this scene where the band is trying to get to the stage but they keep getting lost, in like, a labyrinth of corridors. It’s hilarious” Kelly said with glee.

“Getting lost isn’t funny.” Warned Beyonce

“Getting lost is scary.” Said Michelle with a passive whine.

The girls took position and the sound engineer qued the instrumental track for the albums biggest hit; “Lose My Breath”.

Practice plodded on for an hour and it was clear the girls were out of sync since the year and some change they performed on that triumphant day the Baltimore Ravens won the shit out of Super Bowl 47.

“Alright darlings,” cringed Nigel. “this officially an Asian car crash. Let’s take a ten and regroup, yes?"

"I’ll make a coffee run. What do you want?” asked Eduardo.

“I’ll have a grande black tea with lemon and honey.” said Michelle.

“I’ll have a vente soy half calf latte; one Splenda. beckoned Beyonce.

"I want a low-fat caramel Macchiatto, extra caramel.” replied Kelly with precocious joy.

Nigel glared at Kelly with noted incredulity.

“What?!? I’m making up for the extra caramel by getting low fat milk! balked Kelly.

Nigel exhaled dramatically, raised his trademark eyebrow, and crossed his arms in protest.

"Fine, the regular amount of caramel.” she responded with a pout.

Nigel frowned and nodded in continued discontent.

“No caramel?!”

Nigel smiled tightly and nodded in approval.

“Fine,” Kelly snapped back and smirked.

“But, after the show, I’m gonna have a caramel AND a Vanilla cappuccino.

Suddenly the overhead lights shut off leaving the girls awash in darkness. The shrieking sound of maniacal screams echoed through the arena.

As quickly as the lights wiped out; the overhead spot pierced through the sheet of onyx to reveal an upstage silhouette creeping through the shadows.

"Help!” shrieked Michelle, reduced to tears; cradling herself on the floor. “I’ve been molested.” she babbled.

“Look!” squawked Beyonce. “There’s a mysterious silhouette lurking in the shadows!”

“Let’s get him!” Nigel rallied Eduardo; they ran to apprehend the mysterious figure.

Eduardo and Nigel cornered and captured what appeared to be the Brooklyn Nets mascot, The Brooklyn Knight.

“Is that the Brooklyn Nets mascot, the Brooklyn Knight?” queried Kelly.

“Yes.It is.” Answered Eduardo, frankly.

“See?"Eduardo blithely snatched the head off the anonymous violator and turned to face the appalled crowd. "It’s a mask”

Kelly interjected.

“Look guys!” she directed everyone’s attention to the unmasked marauder.

“It’s Papa Knowles”

“Daddy!” Beyonce said shocked and repulsed.

“Why are you dressed up as the Brooklyn Knight, and why are you molesting people?” she asked puzzled and disgusted.

Papa Knowles lifted his head crowned in shame. He blathered.

“I’m sorry girls, I didn’t mean to scare ya’ll and fondle Michelle. I just like to show up to ya’ll shows and push Michelle. It’s how I get my jollies these days."

"See, I told you all I was pushed at the Super Bowl.” said Michelle defensively.

“I really didn’t want to touch you in your nether regions Michelle, I just got disassembled in the darkness.” He whimpered.

“So it wasn’t you who cut the lights off, Daddy”

“No It was not,Bey. Now I really should go because this is more embarrassing than that time I got caught impregnating another woman while still being married to your mother. Can I be your manager again Bey?"

"No, daddy.”

“Well can you call me a cab?”

Just then the lights went black again and a tremulous baritone polluted the stage. When the lights came to, Papa Knowles lay slain in Nigel’s arms.

“Oh, my gawd, he’s, he’s, he’s dead!"

Oddly, the women bellowed this refrain in perfect three part harmony.

Before the women had a chance to mourn their former mentor, a thick tide of smoke came pouring out from the audience. Beyonce noted the pungent aroma.

"It smells like burning pine needles.” Said Beyonce.

“It smells like Snoop Dogg’s dressing room. Said Kelly.

"It smells like the BET Awards” Said Nigel.

“It smell like weed.” said Eduardo.

“Bong, Bong, my luscious song birds, what it do beautiful?”

crooned method Man.

“Oh my goodness, It’s the Wu-Tang Clan!” said Michelle.

All eight remaining members stood arms akimbo, blunts in mouth, side by side, triumphantly.

“What are you guys doing here?"

"We were in town shooting a new Tyler Perry movie,” intoned a severely herbalized Raekwon.

"Medea Joins the Wu-Tang Clan.“ Howled a blazed out Ghostface Killa.

"Yeah we got a summons on a terrestrial plane that your chi was being disrupted, so we teleported over here to to dissect the math, my queen."

"See that’s why you my favorite Rza, cause everything you say is confusing, but it sounds lyrical, so it must be poetry.” said Kelly, coquettishly.

“Well we have a show tonight and I shouldn’t have to perform under these conditions. I’m light skinned; I woke up like this.” Petitioned Beyonce.

“My experience as an Inspector has taught me that the best way to apprehend a culprit is to divide into groups and explore the area in quadrants, that way we cover the most amount of ground in a shorter amount of time.” Theorized the Rebel INS a.k.a. Inspeckta Deck.“

"Are you really even an actual inspector, like my first cousin Benedict Cumberbatch, star of the British series, Sherlock?"

"No, but I’ve seen all the Scooby Doo mysteries.”

“How about the Shaggy Doo spin off?”

“Those too.”

“Alright people, listen to this man!"

The Inspeckta divided everyone into clusters and assigned them to different sections of the Barclay Center. They all splintered off and left Papa Knowles festering on the stage in a puddle of his own blood and guts. Eventually morphing into twinkling embers and ascending into the rafters.

Although everyone was supposed to be hunting down the cloaked culprit, mainly they all just got high and passed out by the concession stand. Beyonce woke up separated from her group and worried the solitude would mark her as easy prey. She trundled the hollow corridor in search of her musical companions. She pressed past a set of doors and tripped over a prop surfboard. When she regained her footing she stood up and locked eyes with:

"Ol’ Dirty Bastard!!”

“How do you do, Miss Beyonce?”

“Oh, shit, ODB, What are you doing here?”

“Oh you know what this is.We in Brooklyn, I’m from Brooklyn, even in death I muthafuckin rep Brooklyn to the fullest!!”

“Are you the one that’s sabotaging our show and killed my daddy?”

“I don’t even understand what you is asking me right now, and what is you doing wit dat surfboard?”

“Yonce blushed and dropped the surfboard. The blunt thud temporarily ceased the awkward silence and offered a chance for Yonce to recover.

"Would you be interested in performing a guest verse during our show tonight?”

"But I'ma ghost. How is you gonna pass some shit like that off to the crowd?“

"We’ll tell everyone you’re a hologram, like they did with 2 Pac at Coachella.”

“Yeah, Baby, I’m wit it, but I’m a spirit trapped in the astral plane. In order to cross over to the lucid world I must leave your cerebrum and enter through your body.”

“O.k….Wait. Enter my body; is this ghost sex?”

“No! My inserting myself in your scrumptious body has nothing at all to do with sex.”

“O.k.,Well I guess it’s O.K. then.”

Beyonce takes the ODB into her body and his aura causes her body to rupture and shake.

As her body continues to tremble she feels a firm grip on her shoulders rattling her back to consciousness.

“Bey, It’s like ten minutes to curtain. Are you o.k. to perform?

Beyonce took a second to consider if what just conspired actually happened or if it was just a by product of too much Loud.

The curtain rose to thunderous applause as the overhead announcer introduced the sensual sirens of R&B.

"Ladies and gentlemen I’d like to introduce ya’ll to a very special and unexpected guest…"

The crowds excitement could barely be contained the volume threatening to reduce the Barkley Center to rubble.

The uproar bled beyond the building, pouring out into the parking lot causing cars and their alarms to rattle and hum. Among the parked vehicles sat a late model yellow checker cab with its wheel man standing astride the driver side door frame. He wore a tattered army jacket, dark aviator sunglasses, and his hair was cut into a Mohawk. It was ancillary Wu-Tang Clan member Cappadonna . He waived his arm in the air and a giant blunt shot from his sleeve. He lit the "L” and inhaled deeply. He moved to the trunk of the cab and opened it up. Kelvin was hog tied and crying on top of a spare tire. Cappuccino, as he was sometimes known, blew second hand blunt smoke into Kelvins face and slammed the trunk. He jumped back into the drivers seat and took another pull of the blunt before turning on the ignition and driving off into the twilight.

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WUTANGCLAN

FANFICTION

BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH

SCOOBYDOO

SHORTSTORY

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BROOKLYN

BARCLAYCENTER

MARCH 7, 2014

10:43 PM

mea culpa by mike smith

I heard you got yourself a new man, and living in a cabin upstate in the woods. You always hated the smog of the city,baby. I hope the fresh air is treating you good.

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POETRY

POEM

CREATIVE WRITING

MARCH 4, 2014

9:57 PM

Do what thou wilt by: Mike Smith

She always peeling my scabs for blood

shes always testing me to see what im scared of

she don’t believe in God

she’s always on her knees but

she’s not praying to me

I saw her lurk in the dark

she’s got a sample of

my specimen in his and her dolls

She wears a mask like Norma Jean

She sleeps with one eye open and she keeps it on me

She’s Madonna post 1993

She’s a scene

She thinks she’s Alister Crowley

She’s reality T.V.

She howls during sex

She talks with an S

She’s my Queen

So if you see me in a graveyard mumbling a poem

by a bard back from 1719

just recognize it’s not me

i’m possessed by my bitch

oh my Lord

She worships Satan

#poem #poetry #satan #mandonna

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prongsisabadger · 4 years ago

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The Wolf Pack Chapter 9

During our stay in Dorin, I made sure to keep up with my language and culture studies. It was important to me since it had been my main motivation to join the Jedi order. So during storms, I would sit in my quarters with one of the few holocrons Master Plo had brought and study. I decided to focus on expanding my previous repertoire of Tatooine languages, adding both huttese and jawaese to the list. Once I had the basics of those down, I would get started on Ryl. The aim behind it was to be able to communicate with life forms even when in the outer rim, where the influence of the Republic was not as strong. That way, whenever Master Plo and I had to take a mission there, we would at least be able to fend for ourselves.

It was a lot of work, and a great mental effort, but it was worth the time invested. I was sure I would make good use of my knowledge in the future, and in many ways it helped me expand my mind and the way I thought of life and the galaxy.

Master Plo, even in Dorin, still had business to attend to as a member of the Jedi Council, so He would take this time to catch up to his duties and take part in any meetings where his presence was required. There was something big brewing, and one didn't have to be in the council to feel it. I could feel it in him. Whenever we had our meals together and he got lost in thought; whenever we were outside training and he would pause to feel for the Force; whenever we were turning in for the night and he took one last look at the sky.

There was something brewing, and I didn't know if we were all ready for it.

Eventually, there came a time when Master Plo could not stay away from Coruscant anymore. His duties in the Council were much too important to be dealt with at a distance. It was three years later that we finally left Dorin. All the friends we had made, all the lessons I had learned, all the progress I'd made I would be taking back with me to the Temple. I felt like a completely different person than the one who left Coruscant so long ago. A treat was rising, and a very important vote was going to take place in the Senate. The council had asked all its members to be present for the occasion.

I felt a little nervous to go back after all that time, but the joy of finally seeing my friends after so long outweighed everything. Even if I had held semi-regular calls with both Ahsoka and Nahdar over the years, this was very different somehow. Master Plo had noticed my attachment to my friends get stronger with the distance between us, and had warned me of the risks they brough along.

"Having friends is not a sin, Kriari, just make sure you are prepared to let them go when the time comes."

And I did, I meditated on it every night before sleep. It was a little depressing, but very necessary, I would not allow myself to drift into the dark side, even if it killed me. The life of a Jedi was dangerous, and eventually, we would all be returning to the Force. It was a part of life that I simply had to accept. We all die, sooner or later. I just prayed I didn't have to be there when they left. I prayed for an easy, quick, peaceful death full of acceptance and nothing more. That was the best I could hope for.

When we landed, Ahsoka was waiting for us, and as soon as I made my way down the ramp, she rushed to hug me. There were some tears and laughter and a little bit of teasing, but mostly there was joy and a renewed sense of peace.

"Thank the Force you are back, I was getting really bored in here." Said Ahsoka as soon as we let eachother go.

"I bet you were, didn't find a new partner to sneak around with?" I asked as we started following Master Plo inside.

"Nah, the Temple is full of goody two shoes, and since that time you put that kid in his place, everyone has been too scared to talk to me. Even after you left." She chuckled.

"It was a little lonely, but Master Jocasta makes really good company."

"She does know a lot, and unlike what people will have you think, she knows most of the Temple's gossip as well." I whispered.

Ahsoka had grown a lot in the three years I'd been gone, now at fourteen, she was only a few inches shorter than me, and already looked like someone's Padawan, even if her Trials had yet to take place. They would soon enough, but there was visible frustration within her that told those who could see it, she was ready for the next step.

Thankfully, Ahsoka had asked the Masters not to be given a new room mate, so that we could share when I came back. The Masters agreed if only because there was no immediate need for it. So when we entered our quarters, a sense of nostalgia and relief flooded me. I was home.

I put my things down on the bed and just stood there, taking everything in.

"So, tell me about Dorin. I'm dying to know more about it. Have you brought pictures?"

We spent the next two hours talking about my training with the Kel Dor, about the planet, the culture, but mostly about my training. But our time was cut short by someone knocking on the door. It was Master Plo, the Council wanted to check on my progress.

"You know, Master? You've had her for the last three years, you could at least let me have her longer than two hours." Teased Ahsoka.

"My apologies, little 'Soka. But the Jedi Council is waiting for us. I'll return your friend as soon as I'm able."

The meeting with the Council went smoothly. They asked questions and I answered them the best I could. More often than not, they asked Master Plo for an objective point of view, and for the most part they seemed satisfied. But then, they asked about my calls with Nahdar and Ahsoka. They didn't seem as enthusiastic then, and questions were raised about my attachment to my friends.

"I assure you masters, I meditate about it every night and my studies of other cultures have broadened not only my view of life, but also my view of death. I know I will have to let my friends and master go when the time comes. We all die, it's a part of life."

My answer seemed to placate them a little, but the level of concern some of the members of the council had was a little worrying. Master Ki-Adi-Mundo, for example, had suggested to make me cut ties with my friends forcibly. Thankfully, Master Plo had interjected. It was normal and expected, and as long as I dealt with them in a healthy way, there was no harm done. The entire exchange opened my eyes to the fact that not all Jedi were like my master, and I was incredibly lucky to have someone as understanding as him for a mentor.

I spent the rest of the day thinking about that meeting. There was a reason Jedi were not allowed attachments, I understood that, but it was a very grey area. Different people dealt with grief and anger in different ways but there must have been a common tendency for Jedi to turn to the dark side for the Council to take such extreme measures. It made me wonder what would have happened if instead of teaching to repress emotions, they had chosen to learn how to deal with them in a healthy manner. These thoughts I kept to myself, there was no point in making them question my place in the order over such small matters. So I kept quiet. I kept Quiet for a very long time.

#TWP #star wars the clone wars #fanfiction #the clone wars #clone wars fan fiction #commander wolffe #plo koon #padawan!oc #obi-wan kenobi #ahsoka tano #captain rex

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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Bad Things: Part 2

Pairings: Alpha!Negan x Omega Porn Star!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, sex slavery, mentioned abuse, medical emergency, seizure

Word Count: 4,344

A/N: I was going to write a nice, peaceful story for @ne-gans challenge… two adult actors fall in love, and it’s so beautiful….. But then this happened. And it’s fucking glorious. (I’m also not sorry.)

Part 1

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You were sitting on the upper deck, watching the yacht cruise across the Pacific Ocean, in silent shock. Your bother’s music and the sounds of all your friends partying echoed across the water as they celebrated the multimillion dollar contract Kels had just signed with Negan’s label. You wanted to join him and celebrate the good news as well, but something prevented that from happening. Fear of what Matthew could do to you once he found you. Fear of what he would do to your only family member, or your friends. Fear of what he could do to your mate.

“There you are.” Negan said softly as he came around the corner with a blanket, and a bottle of Dom Perignon on ice. “I was wondering where you had escaped to.”

“Not many places to hide.” You said as you adjusted your oversized sweater on your shoulders. “Though that’s not what I was intentionally doing, anyways.” He nodded and put the ice bucket in its holder before gesturing you forward.

“Come here, Omega.” He breathed as he sat down behind you and easily pulled you into his lap. He flicked the blanket out in front of you and pulled it up over your lap, making sure you were completely covered to block out the slight nip in the salty ocean air. As he kissed your temple and wrapped you in his arms, you let out a small sigh and shed a single tear at the gentleness of it.

“I didn’t know what else to do.” You whispered as you laid your head on his shoulder and curled into his chest. “It’s so weird how my life played out. One minute we were traveling all over the world with our parents, and the next thing you know, mom took off, we moved in with our aunt. Then the fighting started, dad took off, and Kels just kinda jumped off the deep end. My aunt was threatening every day to kick us out unless he got his shit together and before I knew it, I was on the streets.”

“I won’t let that shit happen to you again, baby girl.” Negan promised as he tilted his head to see your face.

“Negan, I’m scared.” You whispered as tears started to slide down your cheeks. “What if he…”

“He will never come near you again, Omega. I swear on my fucking life. My job, as your Alpha, is to protect you and I’ll be fucking damned if I fail at my fucking job. You will be safe. Period. No matter what.”

“But what about my brother?” You asked as hysteria started to slip in. “Or my friends. What if he goes after them?”

“He won’t be able to, ‘mega.” He soothed as he cupped your jaw in his large hand. “Hey, look at me. Take a deep breath.” You nodded your head and did what he asked. “Good girl.” He said with a nod as he mimicked taking another deep breath again.

“Now, first of all, do you really think that fucking asshat is going anywhere near your fucking brother? That kid fucking stood up to me with full intention of knocking my ass out just for touching you. Do you think, now that he knows you’re fucking safe with me, that he’s gunna let your fucking manager come near him?” You shook your head as he fixed the blanket around your shoulders when a gust of wind blew across the deck. “And after what I heard he did to you, do you honestly think I would let him stay in fucking business so he can keep hurting other women the same fucking way?” You shook your head again, and curled into him a bit more to stay warm, and to feel the protection you needed.

“No, I’m not gunna let that shit fucking happen. I don’t give a fucking fuck. As of today, my fucking label just branched out into fucking porn. Fuck it. Because I will fucking buy out every mother fucking contract I need to to protect men and women, no matter their fucking status, that are going through the shit you went through, baby girl. I don’t fucking tolerate people who exploit other people for their own benefit. That mother fucker has another fucking thing coming to him. I promise you that.” He searched your eyes and smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair and pulled it all back over your shoulders. “You’re OK now, baby girl. And fuck if I ain’t the luckiest fucking man in the entire world that you’re my Omega.” You choked on your laugh and quickly hid your face in his chest just as Kels came to find you.

“Hey!” He barked, causing you to sit up, and look over at him. “You havin’ a fucking drink with me or what? You’re being a shitty sister right now.” You smirked as you reached back to grab the bottle of champagne, and purposely popped the top right at him, hitting him directly in the chest.

“Congrats, Kels.” You said as you held the bottle away from you over the table so it didn’t get you or your Alpha. Your brother smiled, and nodded as he came over, flopped down on the long, ‘U’ shaped couch beside you, and passed you a joint. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Wanted to surprise you.” He said as he waited for you to pass back the joint before handing you one of the four glasses he had in his hands since he didn’t know how many people you were with. “Figured you’d be happy for me.”

“I am.” You said with a nod as you handed your Alpha his glass before leaning back into his chest for the warmth and taking the joint back. “But you lied to your baby sister, and that’s not very nice, Kels.”

“Boo hoo.” He teased as he stretched out across the couch, and looked up at the starry night sky. “Damn. This is some fucking first class living right here.”

“Takes a lot of fucking work.” Negan said as he rubbed your back softly, shaking his head when you offered him the smoke. “Lots of fucking hard work. But you’re on the right fucking track.” You nodded in agreement as Kels took a gulp of his drink.

“Had a lot to fight for.” He said as he looked over at you and took back the joint. “You and Casie.”

“How is my niece, anyways?”

“She’s good.” He smiled and looked over at you. “Excited to spend a few days on the bus with Auntie (Y/N).” You sighed and rolled your eyes with a smile as you took the joint one last time.

“Didn’t realize she was in town, too. You’re really fucking killin it, here, Coulson.”

“Bite me.” He said as he poured all three of you more champagne while you took a final drag. “Her moms is in town for work day after tomorrow. We’re picking up Casie from the airport on the way back to Cleveland.”

“Good. I got a bunch of new makeup she will have fun destroying.”

“Come on, now.” Kels said as he topped off his glass, traded you what was left of the joint for a cigarette, and got up to rejoin the party. “She’s fucking ten. My baby girl is a straight G when it comes to making up her face now. Bloom.”

“You a big smoker?” Negan asked as he pulled a Zippo lighter from his pocket to light your cigarette for you. You shook your head, and inhaled deeply.

“Not supposed to because of my contract.” You said as he knocked on the window of the wheelhouse and told whoever stepped out the door to bring you an ashtray. “I smoke when I’m with Coulson but not on a regular basis.” Negan nodded as he took the ashtray from his employee and set it on the table where you could reach it easily.

“I don’t want you living by that fucking contract any more.” He said as he pulled your hand toward him to take a drag of his own. “You wanna smoke, do it. You do whatever the fuck you wanna do, baby girl. And you’re coming off those fucking suppressants when you get back from Cleveland. I won’t have my Omega killing herself to hide who she is, you hear me?” You nodded your head as you ashed that cigarette before leaning into his chest again.

“Yes, Alpha.”

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“Alright, Casie. We got this.” You said as you pulled your ten year old niece on to your lap, despite the aching pains you had been feeling all day, so that both of you could see the TV to play Mario Kart against Kels, and his drummer, Rook.

“Oh, you two are fucking going down!” Your brother said as he grabbed his controller, and flopped down on the corner of the ‘u’ shaped couch that took up the whole back part of his tour bus.

“Nu uh!” Casie yelled as she looked up at you to make sure you could see around her giant, curly haired bun, and leaned back against your chest. “You’re gunna lose, dad!”

“Yea, dad!” You taunted as Rook came running back from the bathroom with his remote under his chin as fast as the moving bus would allow him. Kels threw a mini Oreo at your head and you whacked him in the arm as hard as you could as Casie picked her character, Peach, first, per the unofficial bus rules. Once she was locked in, you chose Mario before Rook could, Kels grabbed Bowser, and Rook finally settled on Yoshi.

“Alright, no fucking cheating.” You said with a glare over at your brother as your niece choose the track, another unofficial bus rule.

“You’re to talk!” Rook said as he sat in the only available spot between the two Baker kids, which was the worst seat on the bus when the pair of you were playing against each other. “You abusive little bitch.”

“You’re just mad you always get beat by the girls.” You said as the game started counting down. You held the controller in your left hand and not so subtly grabbed a pillow.

“Don’t do it!” Rook shouted as the game started and you and your brother both whacked each other and poor Rook with a pillow. He growled, and tried to duck as you shoved your brother into the wall of the bus as he tried to catch up to his daughter on the screen.

“Go, Casie, go!” You cheered as you grabbed your remote, and took off across the track.

“Such a fucking cheater!” Kels said as you cut him off, and stole the box he had been aiming for. You smirked and stuck your tongue out at him as you zipped ahead with your star powers and caught up to your niece. You would never, ever dare to pass her because you always worked as a team so you stayed right behind her to keep Kels from taking her first place spot.

“Both of you suck.” Rook complained.

“Y’all are so damn competitive, it’s disgusting.” Ace laughed as he played cards with Slim.

“It’s a family thing.” Kels said as he hit the buttons on his controller as fast as he could to hit your character with a turtle shell. He hissed a ‘yes’ when Mario went flying into the air, and poor Rook jumped to his feet to avoid getting hit when you punched your laughing brother in the arm.

“Got you, dad!” Casie scolded as she ran him off the rainbow bridge, causing you to laugh, obnoxiously, at his expense.

“Oh, I’m coming for you now, Casie.” He said as he got up on his knees as the game announced the final lap.

“Go, baby go!” You cheered as you tried to block Kels’ car with yours. You had him pinned up against the track’s walls until almost the very end when both your hands seized. The remote fell to Casie’s lap as she crossed the finish line in first place, and your brother’s head whipped over to you, instantly.

“Fuck, not again.” He said as he tossed his remote on the couch. “Cas, get up!”

“Coul… C-c-c…” You tried as your muscles started to lock up, and spasm simultaneously.

“I know.” Kels said as he shoved everything off the couch onto the floor. “Casie, go get (Y/N)’s blue bag.” His daughter nodded as she turned, and ran off while Slim and Kels tried to straighten your limbs out and lay you down before the seizure started. “So fucking over this shit.”

“N… N…” You tried you tried to focus your vision on anything in the room.

“Casie, you gotta fucking hurry baby!” Kels yelled as he grabbed your bottom jaw to keep it open so you could breathe.

“Here.” She said as she held out the bag and climbed onto the couch to hold your head in her lap so it wouldn't hit the back of the couch. Your brother ripped the zipper open with his teeth as Slim and Ace held you on your side as the seizure, caused by not having a heat in the past ten years and the chemical imbalance due to your meds, started to roll through your body.

“Thanks, baby.” Kels said as he grabbed a syringe and passed it and a bottle of liquid Ativan to Rook. “Two mig’s.” The drummer nodded as your brother kneeled down on the ground in front of you, grabbed a thick, rubber mouth guard from the bag, and wedged it between your teeth so you wouldn’t break your teeth or bite through your tongue when your jaw clenched. His chest heaved painfully as he gasped for air, hating that he had to watch you go through this yet again.

“Here.” Rook said as he held out the full syringe.

“Alright, here we go.” Kels said over the inhuman noise you were making as he ripped down the sleeve of your sweater and gave you the shot that would only temporarily help. “Here we go, it’s almost done, babe. Shhh…” He nodded his head and moved so he was directly in front of your face as he loosely held the back of your head with one hand and used the other to keep your mouth open to breathe. He kept talking to you while Casie kept brushing her hand through your hair as your seizure subsided.

“Do we need to find a hospital?” Ace asked as Kels pulled the mouth guard from your mouth when you stopped spasming .

“Na, she’ll make it to Cleveland.” He said as he put his hand on the side of your face and head so you knew he was there. “Someone find me her phone though.”

“Dad, the blanket.” Casie said as she pointed it out to him. He nodded as he grabbed the fabric and passed it to her so she could help him.

“C… Coul…” You tried as you began to shiver violently.

“I’m right here.” He said as he rubbed the side of your face. “You’re alright, sweetheart. I got you.” He looked over when someone tapped his arm and grabbed your phone from Slim’s hand. “We’re gunna get you to Cleveland, (Y/N). Take you to the hospital there.” You nodded subtly as he unlocked your cell and found Negan’s number, knowing you’d want your Alpha to be there when you got to the hospital. He propped the phone up to his ear with his shoulder, and grabbed your blue bag off the floor to find the sugar cubes you kept in there.

“Negan? It’s Kels. Look, figured you would want to know, (Y/N)’s having another seizure fit from her meds. We’re gunna take her to Cleveland Clinic. Should be there in a couple hours.” He looked down at you with a sigh, put a small, broken piece of the cube on your lips, and nodded his head as you looked up at him with wide, panicked eyes. Without a word, he pulled his hand away from your head to grab your phone. “She won’t be able to answer, but she can hear you.” He said before putting the call on speaker, and laying the phone in front of your face. “Go ahead.”

“Hey, baby girl.” Negan said, as calmly as he could over the sound of him scrambling to get the paperwork he would need into his briefcase. “I’m gunna meet you at the hospital, OK? You’re gunna be alright, just keep breathing for me.” You tried to nod your head, unsuccessfully, as your whole body tensed, and relaxed a few times. “You should feel special, Omega. I don’t ever do the fucking snow if I can avoid it. Shit’s fucking cold. I’m much fucking happier in warm, sunny California. But, just for you, I’ll endure the damn snow. I’m coming, (Y/N). I’m on my fucking way.” You nodded your head half an inch, as your eyes drifted closed in exhaustion. You let out a throaty ‘un’ as a response before falling into a fitful sleep.

“She’s asleep.” Kels said as he sat down in front of the couch with his arm in front of your body as he picked the phone back up and took it off speaker. “This is the shit I was fucking talking about.”

“I’m taking care of it.” Negan growled as he got in the elevator to head down to his car. “I’ll be there in a few hours. Keep her phone on you.” Your brother nodded as the two Alpha’s hung up simultaneously.

“Is that guy gunna stop Aunt (Y/N)’s fits?” Casie asked as she carefully moved out from under your head, and put a pillow down in her place.

“I sure fucking hope so, baby girl.” Kels said as he ran his hand over his hair. “I sure fucking hope so.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Leather, whiskey, and aftershave. It made you feel calm despite the amount of pain you were in. You whined, wishing that there was something you could do to get away from the pain but there wasn’t much you could do about it.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Negan said softly before your eyes even opened as he got up from the chair he had been sitting in for two days, watching you go through multiple fits that he could do nothing about. He smiled when you finally opened your eyes, sat down on the bed beside you, and pulled the blanket he had brought you from his bed up to your chin for you. “You’re alright, Omega.” Tears welled in your eyes, and you shook your head, disrupting the nasal cannula that was giving you extra oxygen.

“No.” You croaked as he picked up your hand, and put it on his thigh so you knew he was there. He shushed you softly as he cupped your jaw in his hand to fix your oxygen, and you instinctively turned your nose into his wrist, preventing him from doing so.

“You’re alright now, baby.” He said as he brushed your hair back with his other hand while you burst into tears. “I’m here. But you gotta fucking breathe for me.” You nodded against his palm as he finally put your oxygen back on.

“Negan.” You cried as you wrapped your sore fingers around the fabric of his dress pants.

“You gotta breathe.” He repeated in his Alpha tone. “Breathe Omega, or I will go sit back down in my chair until you do.” You nodded and finally took a deep, shaky breath. He nodded his head and smiled as you repeated the action and looked up at him through your tears. “Good. I’m gunna go get the doc while you keep taking deep breaths. I'm coming right back.” You nodded again as he carefully loosened your grip on his slacks and put your hand back down on the bed. “You stay calm, now.” With one more nod, he stepped out of your hospital room to find your doctor. You closed your eyes and tried to piece together the past couple days. That was another down side to your fits; losing days of your life to blackouts.

“Ms. Baker?” A beta woman said as she came into the room. You opened your eyes and nodded as a tall woman in a white coat walked in to your room behind your mate. “It’s good to see you awake. My name is Doctor Wilson. I just wanted to come touch base with what happened, and how we’re going to treat you from here.”

“I have fits.” You said as you looked away from her.

“Omega, it is not just fucking fits.” Negan scolded as he stood on the other side of the bed. “Listen to her. She’s helping.” You nodded and looked back up at the doctor.

“(Y/N), in the course of the past three days, you have had six seizures, as a side effect of these suppressants you have been on.” You nodded at her as she picked up the half empty blister pack Kels had given her when he brought you in, and showed it to you. “Personally, I haven’t seen this brand on the shelves of a pharmacy for Omega’s in at least a decade because the severe side effects…”

“My old manager got them in bulk from Mexico.” You whispered as you looked down at your hands in shame. “He made us take them.” Negan growled beside you as the doctor looked at you in horror.

“I’m sorry. He made you?” The doctor asked.

“It’s a long, long fucking story that I have a group of LA’s best lawyers looking into.” Negan said as he reached down to hold your hand so you would stop picking at your thumbnail.

“God, I sure hope you win that case.” Dr. Wilson said as she put the pills back under the clasp of her clipboard to dispose of. “At any rate, we now have to get you off these medications, and either put you on a better suppressant that doesn’t have the extreme side effects, or take you off suppressants completely. That, however, is your choice…”

“Off.” You said with zero hesitation. “I want to be off of them.” Dr. Wilson glanced up at Negan for his agreement, and nodded with him as she pulled a pen from her coat pocket, and made a note in your chart.

“Alright. Well fortunately, at three days out, we’ve passed the half life of the drug. So getting the rest of it out of your system is just a matter of time. However, there are so many side effects to being on this particular medication long term that we just don’t know about. Blood clots, heart attack, stroke, inability to conceive, ovarian cysts…”

“Enough.” Negan said, shortly when you squeezed his hand, and whined nervously. The doctor looked up at him as he stepped forward and sat down on the bed beside you, protectively. “Enough. She didn’t have a fucking choice in taking those fucking pills, and any fucking side effects she has because of them, will be addressed by the best damn doctors in the fucking world. No use trying to further traumatize an already terrified Omega.”

“My apologies.” Dr. Wilson said with a nod as Negan covered you with his blanket again so you would feel safe surrounded by his scent. “Well, Ms. Baker, we’d like to keep you here for a few more days to monitor your wellbeing. The concern we have, of course, is your first heat.”

“Is she stable enough to be transferred?” Negan asked as he brushed his thumb over your knuckles. “No offense meant to your fine establishment, but I’d prefer to have my Omega closer to home.”

“She can be transferred.” The doctor said with a nod as she closed your chart. “But it is something we need to confirm with her brother, first. Unfortunately, that’s hospital policy with unclaimed Omegas.” Negan nodded his head and looked over at you with a smile.

“I’ll let you choose, Omega. You can stay here near Kels, or we can go back home.”

“I wanna go home.” You said as you laid your head back against the pillow. “Please, Alpha.” He nodded his head and gave you a reassuring smile before looking back up at the doctor.

“I’ll go put in the transfer orders, and confirm with Mr. Baker.” She said with a nod. “I’ll just need the name of the hospital…”

“It’ll be a home address.” Negan said as he pulled his hand free of yours for a moment to get a piece of paper and a pen from his briefcase. “I already have a call in to an Omega specialist from Europe that’s just waitin’ on my call and my primary doctor is also waiting to monitor her wellbeing through her recovery.” Dr. Wilson nodded once more, and took the paper with Negan’s home address to add it to your chart.

“Alright. Let me make a few phone calls, and get your paperwork in order, and we’ll get you squared away. I’ll be back.” You said a soft ‘thank you’ to her back as Negan came back over and sat down beside you.

“Don’t you listen to a fucking word she had to say.” He said as he cupped your jaw again. “You’re gunna be just fucking fine, baby girl.”

“But what if she’s right?” You whispered as tears filled your eyes. “What if I can’t give you pups…”

“Then we don’t have pups.” He said simply as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “Or we fucking adopt. Omega, I don’t need pups to be happy if I have you in my life.” You nodded your head but closed your eyes as you leaned into his touch. He sighed as he leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead. “You’re gunna be just fine, baby girl. Let’s just get you home.”

Part 3

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