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supimjustwriting · 4 years

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Picnic Promises

Malleus Draconia x (Wife) Reader

Summary: It was a warm afternoon. The little ones barely knowing how to walk. Following their favourite grandpa Lilia. Their cheerful giggles filling the forest as they chased the fae’s long coat. Not far off, watching the three were the happy couple. Together they lounged on the picnic blanket, holding each other close. Until Y/N asks a sudden question!

Daughter names and meanings ~! Kilala (ki-la-la) Tagalog = Know Aurora (ə-RAWR-ə) Latin = Sunrise

Author’s Note: A lovely request from @liliisacutieowo ! This request made my heart melt! I’m sorry for bringing Lilia into this. I’m just weak for him and he seemed to be so fitting for the idea! Besides, someone needs to watch the little ones while the parents talk. I hope you enjoy reading! God I couldn’t stop smiling while writing this. Fun fact this is exactly 666 words.

“Lily mean!” cried Aurora, pouncing for the fae’s coat. Only to be met with handfuls of glass instead, “I wanna ride too! It’s no fair!”

“You gotta catch him first, like I did,” cheered the older of the two. Kilala chuckled to herself, being gently dragged along. Slowly she’d try to climb up her grandpa’s coat before clinging to his arm like a koala, “Kilala ATTACK!!! Aurora now!”

Smiling brightly at her sister. The younger sibling playfully tackled Lilla’s legs, gently taking him down.

“Oh no! I’ve been defeated but this isn’t even my final form!” With a playful malicious laugh. The pair of girls were caught in a tickle trap!

“Please tell me he didn’t just reference Dragon Ball,” Y/N couldn’t help smile brightly at the sight, her eyes rolling at the elder fae’s actions. “I’m sorry to say that I don’t know what you’re talking about but knowing my caretaker. I would believe the answer is yes,” a loving smile was plastered on your husband’s lips as his fingers gently weaved themselves into your hair.

Ever since starting a family with you. Malleus caught himself smiling more. Whether it be at your sleeping form. Watching your healthy children (terrorize) play with Sebek and Silver. Each day seemed to be brighter with you and the little ones around. It was as if he was in a dream he never wished to wake from.

“Firefly, what do you think of the name Von? Maybe Rose would be better, “ Y/N thought aloud, rubbing small circles around her stomach.

The dark haired male nuzzled the top of your head, finding comfort in your scent. “Every idea that leaves your lips is welcome dear. But may I ask what brought this up? I believe their current names are perfect,” Malleus gazed down at you, glinting with a hint of worry.

“It’s not that. It’s nothing like that,” leaning forward, you plant a kiss on his cheek, gently caressing his face. “Just… What if we have three kids? Maybe even four if the third is a girl. You still need an heir after all and calling him Von or our little hope just-” sighing happily at the thought. You failed to notice your husband's blushing cheeks at the proposal.

“I can’t say it never crossed my mind,” he admitted, bringing your lips into a chaste kiss as he gave you a comforting squeeze.

“Does that mean I’m gonna be a big sister too?” interrupted Aurora, seemingly popping out of nowhere. Maybe they’re hanging around Lilia a bit too much.

“I’ll always be the oldest though!” Cried Kilala, on a chuckling Lilia now getting a piggyback ride from him.

You flashed a smirk at Malleus, ruffling your daughter’s hair. “Maybe, maybe not. We’ll just have to see in the future.”

“Well, I certainly don’t mind more little ones running around. They make the whole area more lively, don’t you agree?” Piped up Lilla, setting Kilala down as he snuck a wink at Malleus who simply cleared his throat in response.

Clapping your hands together to gain everyone’s attention. You open up the carefully packed picnic basket. “Any who. All that talk has made me hungry. What about you girls?” “I want cookies!” “You can’t have cookies right away. It’ll hurt your tummy! Right Lily?” Kilala gazed up at the old fae with doe like eyes, only earning a shrug.

“I don’t know but I do think we should have our main meal first. It’ll make the sweets taste sweeter.”

Laughter echoed around the happy family. Ending just one chapter of this wonderful fairy tale.

#twisted wonderland #twst malleus #Twisted Wonderland Malleus #Twisted Wonderland X reader #Twisted Wonderland Dandelion #malleus draconia

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sapphichollow · 4 years

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THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY- The Swedes/ Platonic/ Part 8

Darkness swamped the corners of the room, chased away by the soft glow of overhead lamps. Winnie lowered herself onto the floor and undid her laces. She fumbled and slipped her boots off, but she did not speak. They already knew she was home. If their cat like senses weren’t enough, they knew the steady tread of her footsteps by heart.

Before turning into the open living room, Winnie scooped the groceries into her arms and willed a smile to her lips. The Swedes were many things. But they were not stupid. She’d have to really sell it. So a mask painted her face, pinched her cheeks with a smile, filled her with an overexcited bounce- all to make sure they didn’t worry. Or worse, they worried too much. Bad things happened when they worried too much. Who knew what they’d do to Elliott if they found out?

“I’m back,” She called from across the room.

Axel lifted his head and gave her a curious glance from the stove. He was wearing a floral apron, tied neatly at the waist, a white shirt and a pair of beige boxers. This was not uncommon. She considered it - they considered it- underclothes, and it was just his way of being comfortable. Their work clothes were thick, exhaustingly so, heavy and undesirable. She’d once jokingly tried Axel’s coat on, and she practically swam in the blue material, the sleeves drooping down past her hands.

As she eased past, Otto and Oscar paused at their usual game. A knife sank into Otto’s leg, but he didn’t seem to notice, nor did he care. He just smiled. On any other day, she would have said something. Told them to be careful and wrinkled her nose at the flash of silver. They never listened, of course. They were adults, she was not. Therefore, they could make their own choices, even if it meant seriously injuring themselves.

What lunatics. She almost smiled.

“You get fish?” Axel asked as she set the groceries down on the counter. Otto wrenched the knife from his leg, handed it to his brother and joined them both at the table.

“Yeah.. ungutted, like usual,” Winnie grinned at him with heavy eye contact. As she delved through the bags with forced vigour, she felt him eying her. Winnie pulled out a wrapped fish and waved it at him, grinning. But then she stopped. He was staring..

He knew- of course he did. It was obvious. Was she smiling enough? Did she put up a proper authentic guise of...Winnienesss to fool three intuitive men who had known her over five years? Then, as he appeared to dismiss it, she relaxed a little. Apparently not.

Otto reached into the bags and helped her find places for the food. He took charge of the higher spaces- the nooks and crannies she couldn’t reach, often swiping things from her hands just as she was about to find homes for them. It got a little irritating sometimes. But he meant well, and she was too tired to protest or joke around. So she manned the lower cupboards- though there was little to unpack. The smell of fried fish tainted her nostrils. It was her favourite- but somehow she wasn’t hungry for it. Perhaps, she thought, glancing down at the cats which lazed about, she would donate her dinner to them. If Axel would let her.. of course.

It was alright. So far, so good. They wouldn’t find out, and she could just ignore Elliot for the time being. No biggie.

However, as Winnie stowed a packet of pasta into the cupboard, Oscar skimmed the top of her hair with his fingers as he passed. She ducked away instinctively- her first mistake. Winnie dropped her gaze at once, anxious to push away the concerned looks she knew to be there.

She opened the freezer, squeaked, and slammed the door shut. One of the cats leapt back in surprise.

“Forgot about the head,” She gasped, reeling back. Her facade slipped away at once, revealing the hollow, fragile look in her eyes, shaken up to the bone. The black and white cat- Marabou- gave her a sour look and sulked off to the sofa, her fluffy tail scrubbed up like wire.

Axel’s head snapped up, suddenly alert. If he had been a cat, she was certain his ears would have pricked up.

“What’s wrong?” He asked immediately. Winnie looked at him, then her gaze ran to the others, who hovered nearby, bleeding out of various wounds across the length of their bodies. Concern dashed across each of their faces, but she dismissed it at once.

“I think I saw some bandages in the cupboard earlier,” She told them, turning back to Axel.” It’s nothing.. I’m going to paint,” She insisted and turned on her heels, snapped her suitcase open and grabbed her paints, dragging her last canvas with it to the dining table.She could feel their gaze boring into the back of her skull. The sound of Swedish muttering hushed in the room. Hoping it would ease her mind a little, she took up her paintbrush.

For a while there was nothing- just the steady sound of the brush stroking against canvas, the bubbling of water as she cleaned her brush and patted it dry. She dotted black across the canvas absentmindedly. Her eyes were cloudy and unfocused. But the feeling inside still remained. At a glare from Axel, Oscar and Otto had dressed and cleaned their wounds carefully, still hovering about nearby.

Every so often, one of the cats- the black one- would butt her leg with its head, mewling to be picked up and held. She would have liked to be picked up and held herself, but she continued painting. Her lips sealed. As she worked, Oscar settled beside her, pulling the mewling cat onto his lap. But Winnie barely noticed, she was so engrossed in her work that black and grey smears dappled her cheeks, and splattered her fingers, caught under the nails.

It was out of line. The way in which it had panned out. Elliott was her friend- he was desperate. He could have been called crazy. Those were the reasons. The excuses that rose foggily in her mind when she tried to justify his actions. It had deeply unsettled her. It was out of line.

Start of flashback:

“No, you’re outta line,” and the torn pages spiralled to the ground, spread like white feathers at her feet. The girl tried to pick them up, but he stood there waiting. She caught a glimpse of the ink illustration Alice, cradling her pig babe in arms until he kicked the pages away, rough hands capturing her tiny butterfly shoulders. She screamed. But he wouldn’t have it. Nails dug into soft skin. Another scream and he was gone. Poof.

Then, his face warped and changed. His once shiny forehead became that of Elliot’s sallow brow. His eyes were small and weasel-like. Now he bore no resemblance whatsoever to her father. Now he was Elliot and the fingers came back and he squeezed and squeezed.

End of flashback.

As Winnie’s eyes snapped into focus, her hand jerked of its own accord into the jam jar which she kept for water. Murky grey water spilled onto the table, and she sprang back instantly.

“Shit...sorry, sorry,” She blurted out. Salmiak (the black cat) hissed, Winnie backed away from the table, her shoulders flying up to her ears. Axel was there in an instant, having snatched the towel from its shiny holder. She reached for it, wanting something else to hold, something to distract herself with. But he shook his head. His gaze shifted to her hands, which trembled.

“Oh..,” Her mind went numb as Otto took her gently by the shoulders. He gave her a soft nod, with a sad look in his eyes and sat her down on the sofa, giving one of the cats a light shove to get it to shift. The cat mewled lowly and proceeded to stare balefully out at her.

Shit. Shit. Abort mission. Now she would have to speak to them. Now they wouldn’t leave her until they knew every detail. Everything. It had happened before.... it had happened and they’d broken Raj’s nose, killed Rita that one time, and that along with countless other incidents, gripped her with a choking fear, pressing in on her throat. She couldn’t breathe. She-

The sofa dipped as Otto settled beside her. He shushed her softly, and she realised she was holding one of her paintbrushes, squeezing it into the palm of her hand, whimpering subconsciously. It hurt.. It all hurt. She could see Oscar, crouched down in front of her, his white trousers covered in black cat hair.

“Vinnie?” Oscar said, worriedly. She looked up, pushing her hair back, soft tears slipping down her cheeks. She looked like a soft, scared animal. Pathetic, she thought and wiped her eyes hastily.

“No. I’m fine,” She added, snapping a smile to her lips. But it was no use. If she was smiling, it was in that bizarre taut way In which a clown smiles. The shiny greasepaint does nothing to hide the sad creases in the corner of each eye; the dishevelled look of a broken man hiding underneath a painted face, a big red nose and a bow tie.

“You’re not fine,” Otto said suddenly. She looked between them.

“Lilla björnen, “ Oscar licked his lips, his eyebrows furrowed, trying to muster the right words. “You ...tell us anything,’ He managed at last.

Winnie’s throat ached, and she swallowed thickly. It meant a lot that he was trying so hard. Oscar struggled with his English more than the others. He wouldn’t pick up a book like Otto, nor did he infuse much effort in learning the language at first. When she’d first met him, he spoke only Swedish. Actions meant more than words.

“Elliott..he-,” she despaired, struggling to form the words. Her fingers gripped the paintbrush tightly, hands like little claws,” I can’t explain it,”

Oscar took the paintbrush from her before she could hurt herself and dropped it onto the oak coffee table. His soft eyes pierced her own, a subtle language. She knew what he was asking. It was obvious.

Show us.

“Okay..,” She swallowed a wave of nausea, lifted her hand and rubbed her fingertips together.

At once, the home vanished before them, replaced by a mask. A hollow mask. They were in Elliott’s home- she recognised the stacks of paper, the faded photographs and news clippings on the wall, the boxes and the books. Then her memory began to replay itself, a spool of film unravelling and changing. She avoided the their gaze and stood by the wall of photographs.

When people tell you to reflect, it’s usually meant in a sense of memory. Take a good, hard look at yourself and your actions. Really reflect on them. But for Winnie it was literal. She could see herself, just.. standing there. Helpless, scared. She watched as past Elliott gripped her wrist, gripped her wrist and squeezed. Fear sparked in her past self’s eyes. Helpless, scared. She couldn’t move.

Winnie wondered what would have happened if she’d refused. Would he have hurt her again? Would he have apologised and let her leave? He was desperate for security- that was all she knew. He didn’t want other people getting involved. At least, that was what she told herself. As she willed her illusions away, Winnie finally looked up at them.

Something dark thundered across each of their faces. Dark, twisted. It scared her. Elliott’s apartment simply vanished behind them, rolled up like parchment. They were back home.

The three of them exchanged a long hard look. One look was all it took. They had decided. Nevertheless she crept closer to Oscar for a hug. Burying her face into the material of his shirt, she clung to him. It smelt faintly of lavender- probably the soap she’d given him a while ago. His arm looped around her shoulders at once, a warm protective barrier as if he could chase away her fears one by one. She squeezed her eyes shut, still damp and sticky.

“Is okay,” He murmured,” Safe.”

He looked up at Otto and Axel, both of which had sprung instantly into action As they bustled about, collecting guns and checking them for ammunition, her stomach curdled inside. Well shit. She had known this would happen. What was she thinking?

Axel’s lip curled. He frowned and gritted his teeth, surging off in the direction of the coat rack. She knew that look, and wriggled round desperately. She had to give him some kind of sense.

“Axel,” She stuck one arm out and caught the hem of his shirt. Axel turned around, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. “Please don’t hurt him,” She begged, still hugging Oscar tightly.

For a moment, he closed his eyes, and drew breath to speak. She knew he was about to argue. He sighed, “Lilla björnen He hurt you-”

“There’s no mark, just a bruise from earlier. Check if you want,” She interrupted with desperate look.

“No,” Axel shook his head and motioned towards her chest. No, underneath her chest- her heart. ” In here.”

“I know,” She said, ”But it doesn’t warrant a gun in the face,”

“Please,” She tipped her head back, looking up at Oscar who sighed heavily. His fingers tangled in her hair, stroking it thoughtfully, like the touch of father.. or brother. So natural. So calm. But after a moment he nodded.

“Stand down,” he said to Axel, then erupting into a bubble of Swedish something he often did when he couldn’t think of the English translation. Never the less, she knew that if she had not been hugging him in that instant, his hands would have surely tightened around his gun.

“Fine,”

At once, Winnie’s body went slack. Her shoulders slumped to her sides. But Axel wasn’t finished.

“But,” His gaze held her firmly in place,” If it happens again you will tell us,”

“Thank you,” She cried and pulled free of Oscar. It was all she could do but press herself into Axel’s arms for a hug. She wanted to be held, and though she was too big to be picked up anymore like one of the cats, she wanted the closure. No. She needed the closure, dammit.

He held her close, and he was warm and in that instant she felt....safe. A wave of ease washed across her mind, loosening her shoulders. The weight had been spread evenly across the shore. Less of a burden now. She was safe. That was what she knew. She was safe and loved and warm.

“Is okay,” Axel muttered, sighing against her hair.

And that was that.

@gorgeourrific-nerd

Done! I’ll probably post another chapter soon. Maybe this evening, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. She can cast illusions! This means a multitude of things for her, opens her up to a multitude of vulnerabilities which is just swell for me as a writer. But probably not so swell for her, you know? Anyway, expect plenty of fluff- I have some great scenes all planned out. Then we can develop the story and have her meet some more familiar faces.

#the swedes #the umbrella academy

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memorablecrafts · 3 months

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onlymiel · 6 years

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probably a young fair maiden in 1800's england with beautiful curly hair tied up loosely with a ribbon and a beautiful white lace dress and a basket full of fruit and wild roses! you would be the most gentle and beautiful in the entire country!💓☁️👒🕊️🌾

astrid !!!!!!! i think im in love with you & the entire essence of this concept !!! but i don’t know which i love the most !!! asdfshsg this is beyond heavenly and it’s totally on point its point, how could you !! i love it! tack tack tack lilla honungsros !! 💌

who/what do you think i was in my past life?

#i love you !!#favourite #asks

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alphamami-blog · 6 years

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When a boy tells me he likes me, I smile. With rose tinted lips and pumped up cheeks, I smile. I smile and I look him deep in the eyes, hoping he’ll see the image of what I’m thinking. Of what I’m feeling, and the image of what I’m dying to say. You can’t like me. You can’t possibly like me, you don’t like me, you shouldn’tㅡ Because I can’t even like myself. You can’t like me because I can’t ask you to bear the burden of my insecurities. I can’t ask you to be under the struggle of my constant need for affirmation. My constant, deadly, need for affirmation. Look into my eyes and see what I’m trying to say. I’m saying that I feed off of compliments. I’m saying that I don’t have a heart that flutters with words, “Even if you think you’re ugly, to me you’re beautiful.” I’m saying that that i not enough, and perhaps nothing ever will, because you’re not enough for me, as I am for myself.

So when a boy tells me he likes me, I try to tell him that he can’t. I tuck my hair behind my ears, look at the ground and like the creeping thing at dawn that slowly lights up in the morning sky, so are my eyes rising and melting into his. And my eyes, they speek for me. They speak and they sayㅡ You can’t possibly under sound reasoning like me. because I still don’t like me. You can’t like me. You don’t like me. You shouldn’t like me. You can’t like me without hurting yourself. You don’t like me, you only like what you think you see. You shouldn’t like me and hug my sharp edges. Because you can’t love me without bleeding out. And for this, For you, I will try to hold myself together. But I can’t let you. So no, you can’t like me. Not yet. Or perhaps never.

So when a boy tells me he likes me, I smile. I tuck my hair behind my ears, I look at him, And hope that he gets the message that he can’t, then I leave.

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themessybunmafia · 3 years

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Simple Pony Tail, Damage Free - Plus: Bun #2

Messy Bun, or Pony Tail? What's your go to? Mine, obviously is a Messy Bun...but I do love a good, comfortable pony tail. Let's try both today!

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nitewrighter · 6 years

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Breach Pt. IV

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3

In Which We’re Really Glad Hanzo’s So Good At Murdering and Aedan and Rei talk a lot.

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Night had fallen on the Urdr Lab facility. Two talon guards walked the outer perimeter, calmly chatting.

“Everything’s sequels and reboots these days. It’s bullshit,” said Talon Enforcer 3939 Callsign ‘Tyrian.’

“Woah, someone’s bitter,” said Talon Trooper 4783 Callsign ‘Rosso,’ “I dunno--I’d still want to see it.”

“Look, nothing’s going to top the original run---Mid-crisis, shoestring budget, skeleton film crew--Old school Midori Rider had heart. It meant something to try and tell a story like that when the world was going to shit. It’s just a cash grab at this point,” said Tyrian.

“But girl Midori Rider though---That’s interesting. We’re kind of due for it, you know?” said Rosso.

“They want to make a female-led Sentai show they’re welcome to it, they don’t need to dry-hump Midori Rider to do it. It’s just Glitchbot struggling to stay relevant,” said Tyrian.

“See I think it would be cool to get kids into the show, then they could get into the older versions and--” Rosso stopped suddenly, “Did you hear something?”

“Maaaybe it’s the faaaairiiiies,” said Tyrian with a snicker.

“Come off it---” said Rosso.

“You know that’s how Talon got this land so cheap, right?” said Tyrian, “None of the locals wanted to build here and---”

“Tyr--hold up,” Rosso brought a hand to the side of his helmet, “Lilla--have you seen any movement in the western quadrant?” There was only dead air on the other end. “Huh...” Rosso brought his hand away from his helmet, “Must be on break?”

Tyrian shrugged. “Anyway,” Tyrian went on, “None of the locals wanted to build here because apparently this was ‘fairy land’ and that’s how you end up with prime geothermal real estate so---”

An arrow suddenly pierced through Tyrian’s neck.

“What the---” it took Rosso a half-beat to register that Tyrian was gurgling and bleeding out, “Shit---” He tried to put pressure to the wound but was struggling to try and get past Tyrian’s armor without disturbing the arrow and making it worse, “Shit--” Rosso brought a hand to the side of his helmet, “Requesting back---”

A second arrow pierced through his hand, and then his helmet, the plating of both stopping the arrow as its point barely kissed his temple, the comm in his helmet had cut out from the damage of the arrow. He was screaming before a second arrow pierced them through the side and he fell to the ground, groaning, one hand pierced through and pinned to the side of their helmet. “Shit--” he was dragging himself with one arm over to Tyrian. He could activate Tyrian’s comm. Request backup. Tyrian was gone at this point, he knew that much. Rosso stretched one hand toward Tyrian’s helmet, the blood pooling between both of them, when a foot came down and stepped on his hand. The pain of having his hand crushed against the walkway was all but an afterthought compared to the arrow in his side, but Rosso craned his neck up to see a graying-haired figure standing over him. A man with a bow.

“You--” Rosso started before another arrow split through his helmet.

Hanzo regarded the two talon guards’ corpses with a grim indifference before bringing before opening his comm. “You have your opening,” said Hanzo, “Move in now.”

“Roger!” D.Va spoke over the comm lines.

Hanzo pulled a small glowing purple translocator from his quiver and dropped it on the ground. In a flash of violet, Sombra appeared out of the translocator and instantly edged her feet away from the pooling blood.

“Yikes...” she muttered, “Remind me to stay on your good side.”

“They have my niece,” said Hanzo, already moving forward, “The Shimada Clan would never let such a slight go unanswered. Now, if you would...”

“Gotcha,” Sombra walked across the walkway with Hanzo keeping a sharp eye out before Sombra reached a door panel, “Oh Talon networks,” she said a bit wistfully, cracking her knuckles and bringing up a purple screen, “It’s been too long.”

“Can you hack it?” said Hanzo, frowning.

“You know who you’re talking to, right?” said Sombra, opening up a purple screen, “Now, let’s see what we can learn...”

Hanzo heard a grunt behind him, and turned around to help Genji up onto the walkway from where he had scaled the wall.

“A lot slower than usual,” said Hanzo.

“I’ll be fine,” said Genji, circling his prosthetic arm in its socket as Mercy flew in alongside him.

“Accessing and shutting down surveillance,” said Sombra.

“Wait--” Genji walked up alongside her, “Do you see Rei anywhere?”

“Haven’t seen her yet,” murmured Sombra, scrolling through various surveillance feeds of the facility, “But it’s a big facility with a lot of---” Sombra cut herself off, then opened up a second screen. The surveillance feed on her first window had gone black, and the second screen she brought up featured a rough schematic of the facility, with a bright yellow dot just a ways off-center in it. Sombra looked between her two screens. “Wherever they’re keeping her, they’ve got the cameras off for some reason,” said Sombra.

“Mein gott--what are they doing to her!?” said Mercy, running a hand through her hair in distress.

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“...A rescue,” said Aedan, picking up the talon assassin armor next to her, “This is a rescue. I’m...” he cleared his throat a bit awkwardly, “I’m... rescuing you.”

Rei looked at him skeptically as she rose up to a more balanced sitting-up position on the stretcher.

“I know the facility,” Aedan went on, “And I have a plan.”

“And I should trust you because...?” Rei started tying her hair back with the ribbon.

“Because it’s your only option---I mean, you could try pulling what you did yesterday--running around aimlessly through Urdr and getting nowhere before the guards tranq you again, or,” he held the assassin armor out to her, “You can put this on, follow my lead, and actually have a chance.”

“And how am I supposed to know you aren’t working with Moira?” said Rei, fastening her necklace around her neck, “That this isn’t some... sick game where I’m one of her little lab rats?”

“Rabbits,” said Aedan.

“What?”

“We use rabbits, not--I’m getting off-point. Just---” Aedan huffed, “You don’t. You don’t know if you can trust me. And that’s fair. I just...” He brought the assassin armor up a bit more insistently, “Please let me help you.”

Rei’s eyes flicked down to the assassin armor, then up to him. Hesitantly, her movements still sluggish from all the sedatives, she took the armor.

“Why are you doing this?” said Rei.

They were going to obliterate your mind, and if they couldn’t do that they were going to cut you open over and over again and every time I thought of that it made me want to throw up, the words ran through Aedan’s mind but he couldn’t say that. He looked down. “Talon...” he said slowly, “It... wants to make a world where people aren’t held back by fear and old ideas. But if it has to brainwash people to do it... that... sort of defeats the purpose, doesn’t it?”

“Brainwash--?” Rei’s eyes widened and then she dropped the assassin armor into her lap, pressing her hands to the sides of her head, “What did they--Is that why they---!? They’re going to--?!”

So much for not making her panic, thought Aedan. “They weren’t able to do anything yet,” said Aedan, putting a hand on her shoulder but she flinched at his touch and he quickly withdrew his hand.

“How do you know!? I can barely remember anything since London!” Rei was practically hyperventilating at this point.

“They tried. Your... dragon... took a labtech’s hand off,” said Aedan.

Rei stared at him for several seconds, her eyes still wide with panic. “It can do that?!” she blurted out.

Really not as much of a weapon as Mum said, are you? thought Aedan, before saying, “I don’t know! It’s your dragon...thing! Shouldn’t you know what it does?”

“I thought it just healed!” said Rei.

“Well congratulations. You can also take hands off,” said Aedan, “Now we don’t have a lot of time. Can you please put this assassin uniform on?”

Rei bit the inside of her lip, then set the armor next to her swung her legs over the edge of the stretcher.

“Easy--” Aedan held a hand out to her, “It’s been a while since you’ve been on your feet.”

She braced her forearm against his with one arm, then pushed off of the stretcher with the other. Her legs turned to jelly beneath her only momentarily, a brief stumble before she put her free hand against his shoulder to stabilize herself, before rising a bit shakily to two feet.

“Can you stand?” said Aedan.

Rei nodded and they broke apart. Rei turned around and unfolded the talon armor from its place on the stretcher. Mindlessly, she undid one of the fasteners at the shoulder of her hospital gown, then stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Do you mind?” she said, furrowing her brow.

“No,” Aedan shrugged, then immediately caught himself, “Oh! You’re getting--right--I’m just---right, I should... get to...” he pointed at one of the lab monitors over his shoulder, “Important... rescue... things.”

“Important rescue things,” Rei muttered as Aedan turned around and walked over to the lab monitor. “So... what is this place?” asked Rei, as Aedan tapped away at the keyboard, reviewing the various security footage of the facility.

“These are the Urdr Labs. Talon’s Iceland-based R&D facility,” said Aedan, clicking through various cameras of the facility.

“Iceland?!” said Rei, “How long have I been here?”

Aedan counted on his fingers, “You got here around 3 AM the night before last. You’ve been here two days.”

“Feels like longer,” said Rei.

“That would be the drugs,” said Aedan, “How’s the armor?”

“...complicated,” said Rei.

“Well don’t put the gauntlets on until last. Also you need to detach the breastplate from the abdominal lames, then reattach them once the lames are around your--” Aedan looked over his shoulder mindlessly then went beet red and quickly fixed his attention back on the monitor screen. He hadn’t really seen anything. A section of her back, maybe some Pachimari-printed panties at most. But he rubbed his forehead. This whole rescue ordeal was murder on his nerves. “Once they’re around your waist,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Is it supposed to be this tight across the ass?” muttered Rei.

“There’s a panel at the center of the belt that adjusts the waistband,” said Aedan, “Sorry... I just went by your height. They didn’t record...the other.. measurements.”

“Didn’t even get me a bra. Grabbed the hair ribbon... but the bra? Nope,” Rei was muttering under her breath.

“It didn’t... feel appropriate,” said Aedan, “It’s fine though the armor is um... it’s... supportive?”

He could feel her shooting a glare at the back of his head from across the room before she sighed and resumed fiddling around with the complicated plates of the armor.

“Are we safe here?” said Rei, looking around the lab.

“We have maybe a few more minutes at best,” said Aedan, looking through the lab footage, “I managed to put a handful of security cameras on a loop, so it should be a while before they notice you’re gone.”

“How do you know no one else is going to walk in?” asked Rei.

“This is my lab,” said Aedan a bit proudly.

Rei’s eyes trailed along the nanite amalgams in their glass tubes and tanks all along the walls. “...kind of creepy,” she said quietly.

“Wh--I’ll have you know I do very important work here!” said Aedan, whirling around, nearly stopping himself, but then finding she had the armor mostly on at this point, “Oh--here---” He got up and hurried over, helping with the last few armor latches up her back. Rei would have flinched back at his touch, but she seemed distracted by the swirling black shapes within the glass.

“What are these things?” she asked as he got the last latch at the back of her neck secured. She broke away from him and bent over, squinting at one, “Are these... Reaper?” she said quietly. She looked over her shoulder at him, her face lit up eerily yellow by the biotic plasma the nanite amalgam was suspended in, “Are they.... you?”

“In another life, I suppose,” said Aedan with a shrug.

Rei gave him a sidelong glance.

“Nanite amalgams,” said Aedan, “They’re masses of cells. Some organic, some not. Some derived and replicated from me, some from Reyes. We should get those gauntlets on before---”

“Incoming call from Facility Residence C,” the computer’s AI spoke.

“...Shit,” said Aedan. He looked at Rei. “Down!” he hissed, “Get down, now!” Rei dropped to the floor, out of sight of the monitor, Aedan put a finger to his lips to signal her to be silent.

“Patching through---” said the AI as Moira appeared on the screen and Aedan attempted to compose his appearance. She looked exhausted.

“Aedan?” said Moira, “Are you there?”

“Yes! Yes I’m here,” said Aedan, attempting to look as calm as possible, “Couldn’t sleep. Decided to get some work done. You know how it is.”

A weary smile tugged at the corner of Moira’s mouth. “Leave a note next time, will you?”

“Oh---a note. Of course. I figured I’d be back before you woke up, so...” he trailed off, “I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“I’m sorry this whole situation has you so out of sorts, a thaisce,” said Moira, “The environment here is... different from Oasis, I’ll admit, but you’ve been doing brilliantly in adjusting.”

“Well... adaptation is the basis of survival, isn’t it?” said Aedan with a slight smile. He gave a short glance down to Rei, huddled at his feet, glaring up at him and making ‘wrap it up’ gestures.

“You should get back to sleep, Mum,” said Aedan, his eyes quickly flicking back to Moira, “I’ll be back soon.”

“Don’t worry about me, a thaisce, I’ll be---” the image on the screen of Moira suddenly distorted, then she paused and blinked, “Did it just---” The image distorted again, “--for you too?”

“Yeah it’s--” Aedan started and the image distorted.

“There’s something wrong--Can you--” The image distorted, “--you hear me, Aedan? Can you--?” the feed cut altogether.

“Something’s wrong,” said Aedan as Rei braced a hand on the monitor’s desk and rose to her feet, apparently swaying from the head rush.

“Easy--” said Aedan.

“So comms are down?” said Rei.

“Comms don’t just ‘go down’ for Talon, and I’m not doing this,” said Aedan, “If we’re under attack, Talon’s going to lock down everything--The airfield, the gates, the---” He stopped himself and took a steadying breath, “It’s okay. This is okay. I can figure this out.” His mouth drew to a thin line, “We can’t stay here,” he said, “We can take advantage of the scrambled comms and still get to a dropship.”

“What if it’s Overwatch?!” Rei’s face lit up.

“Would they know where you are?” said Aedan, “Are you chipped?”

“What, like a dog? Gross! No!” said Rei, putting on the Talon assassin’s helmet and having the red plate come down over her face. The eyes in the visor glinted orange as it activated. “I mean... I’m pretty sure they’d ask me if they did something like that.”

“So we can assume we’re on our own. We don’t know if the attack is on the facility itself or remotely, but either way, we can’t stay here” He handed the assassin’s gauntlets over to Rei. “Put these on and uh... keep your hands pointed away from your face.”

Rei clicked on the gauntlets, “Why do I need to keep them pointed away from my--” A massive scarlet blade suddenly jutted out of the gauntlet, missing Aedan’s head by inches.

“...that’s why,” said Aedan.

The orange eyes of her faceplate glinted in some surprise.

“They’re retractable,” said Aedan, “Just... touch your thumb to your ring finger--”

Rei complied and the blade shot back in. With that she got the other gauntlet on.

“Index finger extends, ring finger retracts. All right, now for the really stupid part,” said Aedan, turning back to the monitor.

“I don’t know if I like the sound of the ‘really stupid part,’” said Rei.

“We need a big enough disruption in the facility so that no one will notice a dropship leaving,” said Aedan, clicking through several programs detailing the current status of the nanite amalgams.

Command: Purge in T minus 15 minutes

A window popped up on the screen.

Readings still show Nanite Amalgams not in alternate containment. Override? Y/N

Y, Aedan typed.

Enter override code.

ashes2ashes, Aedan typed.

Accepted.

Aedan heard a snort behind him and gave a slight start how close Rei was to him.

“Ashes2ashes?” Rei said, “You’re all really... ‘None More Goth’ here at Talon, huh?”

Aedan chuckled. “We should get going,” he said, glancing at the counter that had appeared on the monitor, “Fifteen minutes and this place is going to get ugly.”

Aedan opened the door into the hall and looked around. No guards, no labtechs. He put on the labtech mask, goggles, and surgical cap once more, motioned to Rei, and together they headed down the hall. It was odd, seeing someone in full Talon assassin garb walking... like a normal person. Most Talon assassins moved like animals, to him, something alien, between feline, avian, and reptilian. The way Rei carried herself was... well... it was Rei. Their pace was brisk but if they broke out into full-on sprints, they risked drawing more attention to themselves. Rei was still a bit imbalanced from the drugs, able to walk, but looking around vaguely, sometimes her steps meandering away from him, sometimes bumping her shoulder into his, then she’d quickly resume her course as best she could. Aedan could feel his stomach knotting up with stress. They just had to get to Urdr’s airfield, type in the preset coordinates to Reykjavik, say their goodbyes, and that was it. Then “Whoops, there was an accident in my lab--what do you mean the ninja girl escaped?” and this whole thing could be put behind him.

You can’t just do something like this, One of the nagging, nattering voices in his head spoke up, You can’t just pick and choose what parts of Talon you’re going along with, and what parts you won’t, and you know it. This isn’t taking a joyride with Seye on one of the hover dollies, this is actively undermining--no, betraying, Talon. And for what?

Aedan looked over at Rei, her face hidden by the assassin’s helmet.

For what?

She’s a weapon. You’re literally handing a weapon right back to Overwatch. You’re going to have to face her one day---the two of you are going to be on opposite sides of a battlefield because you couldn’t do what had to be done tod---

“Can I ask you something?” said Rei, snapping Aedan out of his thoughts.

“Shoot,” said Aedan with a shrug, thankful there was something to interrupt the train of anxiety.

“What was your mother saying back there—the thing that kind of sounded like sneezing?” asked Rei.

Right, she’s still a bit out of it, thought Aedan. “What?” said Aedan.

“A-hesh-keh,” said Rei.

“A thaisce?” suggested Aedan.

“Yeah, that,” said Rei.

“Oh—“ Aedan reddened a little, “She just… that’s… just what she calls me…” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Irish, right?” said Rei, “What does it mean?”

Aedan felt his own face burning and then folded his arms, “It… means ‘My treasure,’” he said, figuring there was no use in lying about it.

He expected her to snicker or tease or worse at that, but she didn’t. The eyes of the assassin’s faceplate just gleamed a little. A smile? “Hey,” she said, pointing a thumb at herself, “Sunshine--Well... ‘Sunneschii.’ You’re not the only one who still has a baby nickname.”

“Of course you’re ‘sunshine,’” said Aedan, quietly, smiling a little beneath the Labtech mask.

“Moira…She loves you, doesn’t she?” said Rei, “Like… actually loves you.”

“Wh—Of course she loves me, she’s my mother!” said Aedan, “I mean… sure, I wasn’t… born like you but…” Aedan didn’t really know how to finish that sentence.

“...so my mom was right,” Rei said quietly, “Moira didn’t have you... she made you.”

Aedan was silent for a few seconds, then straightened his shoulders and forced a grin. “Well of course,” he said, gesturing at himself with a faux-grandiloquence, “Designer.”

Rei looked at him a blankly.

“Designer... genes...” Aedan said a bit weakly.

“Are you... okay?” Rei tilted her head at him.

“Fine, just...” Aedan made a waving gesture next to his head, “Trying to figure things out. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Rei extended a hand and touched his arm. He looked from her hand, to her. Her expression, naturally, was unreadable with the red faceplate of a Talon assassin, but somehow there was something steady in the orange glint of her visor.

“...Thank you,” she said after a beat, “I... I still don’t know if this is all some sick game on Moira’s end but... if it isn’t... you’re risking a lot. So thank you.”

“Not that your skepticism isn’t fully justified but... what’s it going to take for you to see this isn’t some sick game on my mum’s end?” said Aedan.

“Getting back to Gibraltar,” said Rei.

“...Fair,” said Aedan, “I’ll do my best to get you there, then.”

The lights suddenly dimmed and an alarm started blaring.

“This is the stupid part of the plan, right?” said Rei, looking at Aedan.

Aedan checked the timer on his comm. “...nnno,” he said slowly, “It’s about 8 minutes too early for the stupid part.”

“Oh...” said Rei, “We’re in trouble, aren’t we?”

“We’ve been in trouble, but now we’re in more trouble, yes,” said Aedan.

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TDOE, Day 3

Here we go!

Rating: K+

Alarik, Dag and Jenny belong to @patricia-von-arundel.

Leisel belongs to @couragedontdesertme. This is set in her “Fight for Something” verse- go check it out!

Breaking the Dam

The constant beeps and chirps emanating from Dag’s monitoring station had, thankfully, settled into little more than background noise, and Alarik was grateful the sounds were less bothersome. The tubes and wires, however- those never ceased to cause him a sense of unease. He knew their purpose- he was a doctor, after all- they ensured his son’s health and safety, as Dag had been born a month early. Knowing did nothing to change the wrongness of seeing them snake about Dag’s tiny form.

Alarik shook his head, forcing the bleak thoughts away as he reached down to scoop Dag into his arms. Settling into the nearby rocker, he cuddled Dag close.

“Good morning, min lilla gubben. We got some good news today- it looks like your Mama will be able to come down to visit you. How does that sound?” Alarik ran a finger over the downy cap of hair atop Dag’s head. “I’m so sorry you haven’t been able to see her yet.”

My fault. The dark thought wormed into Alarik’s mind, and he grit his teeth, struggling to drive it away. Ever since that awful night four days previous, his inner cowardness and self-degradation had dug their claws into his very being, further exacerbated by his lack of sleep and the harrowing memories surrounding Dag’s birth.

Anna’s scream echoed throughout the entirety of the house, startling Alarik from where he’d been sitting at his computer, drafting an email to the head of the pediatric department.

“Alarik! Alarik!”

He’d run down the stairs faster than he’d ever known he could, coming to the living room to find Anna kneeling next to Elsa. She lay curled on the floor, her eyes shut tight and face contorted with pain.

The floor surrounding Elsa’s legs was covered in blood.

Dag’s quiet whimper pulled Alarik from his thoughts, and he made himself smile.

“Hungry again? Just a minute, little man. Let me get things set up here.”

Alarik maneuvered Dag back into the incubator, then went to retrieve a bottle of milk from the in-room refrigerator. Another part of the situation that felt wrong- Elsa had found such joy in nursing Jenny, but with the number of medications she’d been on since Dag’s delivery, they’d had no choice but to feed him with formula.

As he settled Dag back into his arms and coaxed him to latch onto the bottle, more memories flooded Alarik’s mind.

Kristoff drove like a man possessed, tailing the ambulance as it screamed its way to way to the hospital. Alarik sat in the passenger seat- Anna had remained at the house to look after Jenny- staring at the flashing lights in front of him. The paramedics wouldn’t let him ride with Elsa- they needed the space, they explained- and Alarik couldn’t stop thinking about the sight of her, lying on the stretcher, the oxygen mask doing little to muffle her moans while her body arched and spasmed. She hadn’t even had the capability to respond when he’d kissed her forehead and promised to be right behind her. He hoped, prayed that wouldn’t be the last time he saw her.

“Alarik.”

He jumped, cringing when Dag whined in protest. Leisel, Elsa’s obstetrician, friend, and his one-time intern, stood before him, her face drawn. Alarik sucked in a breath, and half-rose, tucking Dag more security to his chest as if to protect his son from whatever news Leisel brought.

“Elsa… has something…” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

“No, nothing… physical. However, she just told both the nurses and myself that she couldn’t let herself come down to see Dag today.”

“But you said that she would be healthy enough to come down, right? Why wouldn’t… oh. Oh no.” Alarik freed an arm from around Dag to wipe his hand across his face. “She’s blaming herself for the birth again, isn’t she?”

Leisel nodded.

Alarik sighed, feeling a new heaviness weigh on him. He knew how much Elsa struggled with her blame- he’d seen it on her face the moment she’d come awake after her C-section. He’d hoped that seeing Dag- perhaps not healthy, but growing stronger- might work to assuage her blame, but it was not to be. Seeing that Dag had finished his meal, Alarik wiped his son’s mouth with a cloth and reluctantly set him back into the incubator before walking to the door.

“I’ll talk to her. Thank you Leisel.” Alarik paused when Leisel placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Alarik, it may be time to look into contacting a professional to help Elsa. She’s… she’s not in a good place right now. Please know, it’s nothing against you…”

“No, I know, I know. I’ll… I’ll see what I can do.” Alarik pulled away from Leisel’s hand, his heart heavy.

…….

When Alarik arrived at Elsa’s room, she was facing away from the door, curled into a tight ball. Alarik bit back another sigh, knocking on the door frame.

“Elsa?”

She didn’t turn, but he did see the tension in her body release somewhat. He stepped into the room, pulling a chair next to her bed. He didn’t touch- not yet, not when she was suffering. He was pleased to see that she was free from restraint- save for an IV port taped to her nearest arm, she was no longer tethered with tubes and wires. Perhaps a sign of improvement.

“I can’t see him, Alarik.” Elsa’s voice was quiet and hoarse. “It’s my fault he was early. I can’t be near him.”

Alarik’s shoulders slumped, and he dropped his face into his hands. What could he say? What words could he offer that he hadn’t spoken the minute she’d come around? “I’m sorry”? “It’s not your fault”? As if he wasn’t just as much to blame… and then a thought struck.

“I… I blame myself every day for what happened, Elsa.” He heard her shift, and he raised his head to look at her. Her back was still facing him, but he knew she was listening. Alarik ran a hand through his hair, letting the words spill out. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be in this situation. If I had just controlled myself, showed any kind of control, you wouldn’t be here.” At that, Elsa rolled over, her eyes wide.

“Alarik… no…”

He shook his head. “Sure, the rational part of my mind knows none of it is true. But that doesn’t change the fact that every time I look at you and Dag all I can think about is that if I had just taken better care of you, of my urges, then neither of you would be in this situation. And I know that those thoughts aren’t going to go away on their own.” A breath, praying that what he was about to say would make sense, that it would help. “Look, I’m not going to sit here and pretend that I have all the answers. That’s ridiculous. But what I do know is this. I can’t be the best I can be anymore, not without help. And if I refuse that help, then I’m not the husband you deserve nor the father our children deserve. All I’m asking from you is to consider doing the same. I understand you might not be ready. But know that I am here, and I will do everything in my power to support you.”

While Elsa still remained turned towards Alarik, her eyes would not meet his. For several moments, Alarik feared that he had gone too far. That was, until she lifted her eyes once more and reached out to grasp his hand.

“Okay. I’ll talk to Leisel, she said that she knew some people.”

Alarik gave Elsa’s hand a squeeze, blinking away the tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. “Thank you, darling,” he whispered. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing them to the ring circling her finger. Elsa sighed, then reached over to press the call button. After a moment, a voice came over the device’s tiny speaker.

“Can I help you?”

“I would like to try to go down and see my son, please.”

Hope blossomed in Alarik’s chest.

………

For the second time that day, Alarik opened the door to Dag’s room, but this time, Elsa accompanied him, sitting in a wheelchair that he pushed. From his vantage point, Alarik could see that Elsa was leaning forward, straining to get her first glimpse. When she caught sight of him, Alarik could hear her gasp, and he couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.

“Oh, Alarik, look at him!” He could see her hands tighten on the arm rests, and he picked up his pace.

“Hold on, darling, let’s get you to the chair first.” He maneuvered the chair into position, and then helped Elsa into it, despite her protests that she was not an invalid. He ignored her objections, turning instead to retrieve Dag.

“Hello there, lilla gubben. Ready to meet your Mama?” Dag’s eyes opened at Alarik’s voice, and he let out a small sound, question-like in nature. As careful as always, Alarik took Dag out of the incubator and brought him to Elsa. Her eyes were wet and wide, and her body shook, but when he offered Dag, she reached out immediately and tucked her arms about his tiny body with practiced ease. Elsa brought him close, a tentative finger moving to stroke his downy cheek.

“Hi.” Her voice was little more than a whisper, watery with unshed tears. Alarik took the opportunity to drag a chair over and sat down, wrapping an arm around Elsa’s shoulders. She didn’t so much as glance at him, enraptured as she was by their son. When Dag began to squirm, Elsa started to rock, humming a soft lullaby Alarik had heard her sing to Jenny four years previously. Dag settled, his eyes fluttering closed as Elsa continued to hum, and beneath his arm, Alarik could feel her relax, and she even leaned back to rest her head on his shoulder.

They would be alright. It would take time, but they would be alright.

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