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kkbardd · 1 year ago

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so uhh i got summoned to asurei court, if anyone's interested in my testimony papers, theyre down below the cut. (aka my whole take on how i believe their dynamic would develop in cannon)

asurei isn’t for everyone & its whole point is unhealthy dependence.. toxic yuri if u will.. anything resembling a healthy relationship would only be in one of the alt universes created by the 3rd impact 💀 rei and asuka both have what the other wants (whether it be the worth asuka puts on recognition of piloting skills or rei's desire to break from mindless obedience like asuka seems to do so easily.) They both hate and admire each other for this, and asuka specifically expresses this by lashing out at rei. asuka's whole relationship w lesbian comphet plays a HUGE role into all of this but let’s gloss over it for the time being. (now, with asurei u gotta get a bit delusional cuz cannon doesn’t give us much so from here on out is just my opinion on how it'd play out.)

in terms of rei's POV in this:

rei hates the attention they gets from men, and is especially disgusted by gendo's fake kindness. he sees rei as a replaceable doll and pushes yui's image on them. gendo has never actually seen rei for who they really are, and rei later begins to hate and despise not only gendo but themselves too. in the anime, rei is shown to have self destructive tendencies & suicidal ideation because not only are they constantly being replaced & having their memory wiped, but each time they forget any sort of emotion that they learn in the meantime. recall the scene in which rei, right after being "revived" and left with no memory, sees gendo's glasses. although they cant remember anything, its hinted that their "soul" still remembers and hates him. rei tries to break the glasses but in the end, they’re still unable to defy and break free from their situation. feeling frustrated and helpless, rei starts crying & remarks how this should be the first time they've experienced it but somehow it feels like its not. back to the present, reis acting very reckless in battle and basically using themselves as a meat shield. they're so full of self-hate, and seeing asuka's obvious inferiority to them just upsets them even more. why does she put so much worth on the one thing that acts like a plague to them? compared to these pointless test results on a screen, asuka has something so much more valuable. the ability to think for themselves, to not be someone's doll. asuka's inferiority is almost insulting. rei verbally lashes out at asuka in the elevator, showing defiance that they never knew they could produce. it felt almost liberating. they find that being around asuka gives them emotions that they've always longed for, no matter how ugly they may be. they soon find themselves seeking asuka out, and the inferiority that was once insulting became a means to control and keep her close. asuka, someone who was seemingly invincible and can roam free without care, has one weakness that causes her to crack and shatter from the slightest touch. and that weakness is none other than rei themselves. rei becomes possessive in a way that they've never known possible. so much so that a part of them starts to hate themselves, fearing they've become just like their abuser gendo. nonetheless, rei begins to value their life more. they become deathly afraid of dying & being replaced by some mindless clone that has forgotten everything they now know about asuka and themself.

now what is asuka doing in all of this?

asuka deals with a lot of comphet and its an integral part of her character, so much so that it doesn’t seem right to not mention it. but to quickly summarize, because of this she has a love-hate relationship with attention from men. she feels disgusted by it but gets extremely jealous when it seems like another girl might replace her. then comes rei. (now what most ppl don’t seem to notice is asuka didnt start off hating rei, she tried to be friends but ever since the beginning misato has ALWYAYS pitted them against each other. this of course led asuka to feeling threatened & seeing rei as an enemy. especially since it involves piloting ability, something that asuka sees as her whole point of living.) she begins to hate her because how can someone who is so good at piloting be so brainless and doll-like. that’s exactly what asuka was trying so hard to not become! in this aspect, rei's entire existence defies what asuka has tried so hard to believe in up to this point. her hate & inferiority towards rei is only made worse when she sees that they're not only being objectified by men, but are seemingly unbothered by it unlike asuka. rei is now constantly on her mind, and asuka starts to realize that what she's feeling towards them isn’t just hate. its around the time of the elevator scene that these confusing emotions and inferiorities are at their peak. right after this, asuka goes into battle & is ordered to be rei's backup. she defies this order but receives a mental attack from an angel that causes her to re-live all of her trauma & comphet issues. the person that saved her from this is none other than rei. at this point asuka is at an all-time low, and states that she'd rather be left for dead than saved by someone like rei. she’s still confused by her feelings towards rei, but right now her hatred and insecurity is taking priority. its right after this battle that her synchro rates plummet and she loses the #1 thing she based her life worth on. she then goes out to die in an abandoned building but is eventually retrieved by NERV. I believe that during this time alone, she’s also wallowing in her feelings for rei and coming to terms with a lot of comphet stuff, especially after that psychological attack. right after this the world like ends or whatever but lets forget that for now & extend time cuz the gays need it 🥰 .

rei and asuka at this point realize their feelings in one way or another, and there's a lot of tension in their conversations. asuka is at a very fragile point rn bc of all the stuff that just went on, and rei is unsure how to go about things, half due to their inexperience & half due to their fear of becoming like gendo. however, asuka realizes rei is acting different from before, and advances on them as a way of lashing out. but to her surprise rei is undefiant and actually willingly helpless in her hands. she feels a rush of superiority and is amused by how inexperienced rei is. she also realizes that unlike her previous experiences with men (like when she tried to kiss shinji but didnt want to see, smell, taste, or even feel it & had a mental breakdown afterwards lol ) she actually likes it!? the romantic/sexual affirmation that asuka has always wanted from men like kaji is being fulfilled by rei in a way that asuka feels completely in control & comfortable. she's not forcing herself or being objectified, but rather is taking the lead. this is something she never imagined possible before. and all of this is with rei to boot! the rei that, in asuka's eyes, has always looked down on her and been unobtainable is now melting in her hands like putty. there’s a sense of accomplishment she feels, which makes her want to push rei even more. she finally has authority and to make herself feel better, she takes it out on rei through advances like this. she goes further and further, and in an ironic way, uses intimacy as a form of self-harm. she feels shame and despises herself for doing such things with ill-intent, and with another woman at that. its a toxic relationship that tries to fill the hole in her heart, but only leads to a bigger one forming.

when asuka first advanced onto rei, they felt something unlike anything before. unlike when gendo would often touch their shoulder, rei didnt recoil from asuka's touch. rei also felt something similar to asuka, in that the person who always seemed unbound by anything in now giving them her undivided attention. the fact that this came from an act of anger didnt really bother rei, since they knew from the beginning that was one of the only ways to get asuka to even spare them a glance. rei would gladly become hated if it meant binding asuka to them. in a mix of touch-starvedness & unhealthy dependency on asuka, rei kept looking forward to any interacting with asuka, since it was what really made them feel alive. asuka slowly becomes rei's world and meaning for living, but they eventually realize that causes a great insecurity. asuka is independent and can go anywhere she wants if she feels like it. from rei's pov, asuka desperately wants attention from men, something that rei could never give her. rei's afraid that asuka will leave them, & to tie asuka down they play the role of a villain. rei keeps asuka feeling insecure by becoming what asuka envisioned them as, and slowly starts hacking away at asuka's Achille's heel. rei desperately uses the short time that asuka has given them to engrain themself into her, so much so that asuka would be nothing without them. rei cannot let asuka realize her worth for fear that she would leave them. rei notices that asuka enjoys seeing them helpless and plays the part, almost like a honeytrap. slowly tho I believe that rei starts to take control of the relationship in hopes of making asuka dependent on them.

Asurei is in no way a wholesome relationship, and ik that’s not for everyone.. my vision of a happy end for them would be both of them becoming comfortable in their relationship and finding that the actions they once used to express hatred for themselves and each other is now slowly becoming fueled by love and desire for each other. They form a very unhealthy co-dependence on each other, but for them it works. They cant envision a world without the other in it.

#asurei #i was so surprised i got summoned #am i seen as some kind of asurei-connoisseur #toxic yuri #thats all it boils down to

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mizukagami-takamagahara · 6 months ago

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Annon-Guy: What are your thoughts on Rachel Alucard and Mei Amanohokosaka as characters?

I'm asking because Tsundere type characters being devisive, with Harsh Tsunderes being hated for being "abusive" girls that deserve to die for attacking physically and/or verbally.(whether they're in love or not)

It's apparent that we Western Fans (no offense to you) don't view them the way Japanese Fans do.

It is interesting how widely JP and Western tastes differ! I have a buddy who is really into studying fandom culture, and we’ve talked about the wildly different reactions to tsundere between the cultures! I wonder if I should call her in sometime to discuss why that is…

Anyways, personally I have no problem with the archetype. Sometimes they can annoy me, especially if they feel ‘forced’ into their archetype; if the character seems mean for “absolutely no reason,” to the point where it breaks my immersion, then I tend to dislike them.

I’ve never had this issue with BlazBlue, though. I really, really like BlazBlue’s character writing. I’d still say that if I ever met these girls in real life, I probably wouldn’t want to go drinking with them… but as characters in their stories, and as believable products of their environments, I adore them!!

- - - - RACHEL = ALUCARD

Rachel is SUCH a tragic fucking character. You can like or dislike how she’s coping with it, but if you engage with her character on any meaningful level, you have to acknowledge that her cruel, jaded behavior is a believable response to the situation she’s in. It’s not nice, it’s not pretty- neither is the life she’s trapped in. In what world has trauma or helplessness ever made us prettier, cleaner people?

She’s cold, distant, unempathetic- because if she lets herself remember how much she cares, the weight of it all might break her. She’s incredibly sensitive under that cold porcelain shell; she snaps into aggression very quickly when under pressure. Specifically when confronted things that she hasn’t been able to distance herself from, things she cares too much about to feign distant superiority.

- - - - MEI = AMANOHOKOSAKA

Powerlessness is something of a through-line among the tsundere characters in BB. Mei is also a character struggling with powerlessness, pain, and fear; and she responds to her situation n a lot of the same ways Rachel does.

To avoid feeling weak or trapped, she falls back on her lineage, seeking escape in her sense of pride. She’d rather tell everyone (including herself) that she’s separate and above everything around her. The alternative would require her to face the horrible truth that if she did try to seek comfort or companionship under her employment (servitude, extortion, etc.) to Unomaru, she would be denied it.

Her fear turns to aggression when backed into a corner, when her mask of aloof superiority can no longer protect her. In these cases, she can be explosively emotional; which isn’t at all surprising, considering how much she’s bottling up all the time.

Thinking about it a little, Rachel and Mei share a few more parallels, don’t they??? They both get very quiet when they let down their walls, reflecting the exhaustion they suffer from. They’re both in a uniquely knowledgeable position, with access to information about the world that most people don’t have, which further serves to alienate them- and creates this sort of “being the world’s protector” feeling I’d argue they both express.

They both lost their parents incredibly young, inheriting positions of nobility, leadership, and responsibility they were certainly not prepared for. They both keep going in the hope that a specific man in their lives will one day be able to have a future.

Their designs share several elements too. A delicate, doll-like feel to their features. Long straight hair that veils them from the world (despite Rachel tying hers up) and, in JP media, often symbolizes spiritualism and divinity. They both wear lolita fashion, with many layers that could also be argued to ‘shield’ them from the rest of the world, providing a form of mental armor and obscuring how small and fragile they are under it all.

I doubt these similarities are coincidence.

#mei amanohokosaka #rachel alucard #blazblue #xblaze #bb meta #ao no kokagami

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horizon-verizon · 4 months ago

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What do Daemon and the Blackwoods, in canon, have in common?

1) They are cool characters

2) They are loyal to Rhaenyra

So,it doesn't come as a surprise that Condal hates their guts and will do whatever it takes to demonize them. Its pathetic losers like Aemond and the Brackens for whom his heart bleeds. They might throw in Alysanne Blackwood later, after erasing her moment in the Battle of the Burning Mill, to whine about how the men in her family are evil and how she is helpless because Condal and Hess have to put up the facade of feminism.

*EDIT 10/24/24* Daemon was at Harrenhal when the Blackwoods raided several Bracken lands, "despoiled" their septs, and sacked Bracken villages. (Raventree - Blackwoods / Stone Hedge - Brackens)

("The Red Dragon and the Gold")

So it's more than likely that canon!daemon sent the Blackwoods to raid and attack Bracken land, whether he traveled by dragon over/by Stone Hedge to the Blackwoods or by raven. However, no Tully or any Riverlord, went to Harrenhal to accuse Daemon of anything in canon precisely because:

the Blackwoods didn't raid, seemingly, any other house's lands but for their known mortal enemies, the Brackens

the Brackens had already declared their support for Aegon, while the Blackwoods did for Rhaenyra...so yes, Rhaenyra's supporters would attack the Brackens...bc this is a war

several houses had already fought with Daemon against the Brackens as part of his strategy against them

("A Son for a Son"...the chapter before Red Dragon&Gold)

It was not a situation where Daemon willfully decided to have Blackwoods ruin people's lives so he can look good or one where the riverlords saw a huge travesty being done to them. It was warfare.

*END OF EDIT*

Best believe. Imagine they saw past SM posts w/the disdain predicting this sort of thing over & over and in spite they try to make things even worse out of spite?

You know, the BLackwoods being demonized was foreshadowed by the way they made that Bracken feel very threatened by that nonBenjicot fellow as if to say that the Blackwoods collectively have such a trait for Cú Chulainn battle madness that's not even canon Benjiocot's type of battle-mania so much as an ever present bloodthirstiness. Since Benji was only ever "mad" during battle, whereas they suggested the Blackwoods all or most seek out violence and they made the Brackens more reactive to that.

#asoiaf asks to me #the blackwoods #daemon targaryen #daemon's characterization #hotd characterization #hotd writing #hotd s2 epi5 #the brackens #hotd critical #hotd sexism #hotd #asoiaf

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magistralucis · 2 years ago

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Had my worst confrontation with The Pigs so far, especially awful because I didn’t even intend to stumble upon this. I didn’t choose any hostile options, I was alone (I think having Kim around makes this encounter worse and longer), and I passed the check for the gun just fine... but because I hadn’t talked to the Hardie Boys yet, literally hadn’t approached them at all, my detective had no idea what to do with her afterwards. All his mangled brain could come up with was this:

Sure, Lieutenant ‘I-will-instantly-pull-a-gun-at-a-mentally-ill-old-woman’ Kitsuragi totally would. 🙄 But in his absence, I’m shattered that HDB can’t act on any other option, despite being able to conceptualize one. Logic says it right there: the locals will take care of her. It’s the right answer. In terms of video game logic, this is exactly the sort of thing that'd be a positive modifier for the Hardie Boys talk. Even if you never approached them before, it feels like it’d forward your case if you ask their help, since you have the interests of the vulnerable members of their community in mind. Even if the Hardie Boys aren’t an option, Lilienne is a short distance away, isn’t she? Couldn’t HDB ask the Washerwoman, any other local in Martinaise? If he gives anyone a heads-up, he will have delivered a minimal duty of care.

But no. None of that happens, because this scene isn’t a brownie points exercise, and HDB isn’t a reasonable authority figure. He’s deeply unwell, like The Pigs. He’s been abandoned, like The Pigs. He’s in horrible pain, clinging to the vestiges of a cop identity like her, in the desperate hopes of something real and present to hold onto. This is a man who can barely face his own reflection. Seeing The Pigs, a near doppelganger of what he is and may become, is clearly too much for him to handle. HDB can react with compassion, or he can react with threats and violence, and both threads persist through the very end of the encounter with her.

Mutually exclusive options, but both present, and both possible. They are equally valid indicators of the person HDB is, and since he’s capable of the threat at all, it’s not looking good. And this is his double he’s saying this to. We know HDB hates himself to the point of self-destruction, and didn’t/doesn’t think he can improve (’I don’t want to get better, I want to get worse’): the fact that he can think up the pieces that might help her, yet his posterior neocortex shuts him down before he can put them together, implies to me that HDB is actively refusing to believe he can help The Pigs. He’s afraid to believe. He’s beyond help, after all. Everyone told him so.

He thinks it’s true, too, so the same must go for her, yes?

It’s. It’s just. How fucking broken is HDB that he knows what must be done, but simply cannot connect himself to the idea that he ought to do it. How are we meant to bear that his immediate thought upon seeing this poor woman - this horrific, devastated mirror of himself - is that Kim will know what to do, but he does not, because he convinced himself he’s utterly helpless. ‘Cause obviously, Kim’s stabilizing him, right? Surely Kim can do the same for The Pigs, and since RAC sure as fuck doesn’t know what to do about himself, he might as well just give up if Kim’s not around. So without Kim and without the Hardie Boys, HDB will simply walk away, and never bring up this incident again. It fucking breaks my heart it can’t end any other way. There are no adjectives for this level of self-loathing.

And you know, I bet he’d have reacted similarly had he been with any other RCM officer - Jean, others in Precinct 41, whatever - because he fundamentally doesn’t exist in a system that has compassion for people like this. Note that it is Esprit de Corps, your cop sense, which pipes up first to assert that you can’t help her. ‘’’Protect’’’ and serve my fucking arse

And no, Kim doesn’t know what to do in this situation either, according to FAYDE. Unlike HDB he doesn’t even come up with the right answer, only nightmare fuel, as regular cops with regular thoughts do

oh god. oh god, kim

#disco elysium #disco elysium meta #disco elysium spoilers #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #the pigs (disco elysium)#magistralucis plays disco elysium #long post #ask for tags #this is a harrowing scene with no good paths and this post is definitely not about the better of those paths #the reason i hadn't talked to the hardie boys yet at this point was because i was testing to see if i could do the shivers check #without having progressed with the investigation at all #i could not. there was no payoff for this and i just abandoned this woman on the boardwalk for nothing #this post is pretty damning i get that but i was just so taken aback i had to scribble it out. no pulled punches in disco elysium no sir

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ornii · 2 years ago

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Bitterly Beautiful

Chapter 5: My Family and I never see Eye to Eye.

"Nevermore was created as a safe haven for our children to learn and to grow, no matter who or what they are. I realize most of you have heard about the unfortunate incident involving one of our students. But I'm happy to report that Eugene is on the mend and is expected to make a full recovery. So let's focus on the positive and make this Parents' Weekend our very best yet." Principal Weems gives this speech to try to Alleviate the concerns of parents and students alike. But much to her unfortunate situation, three students were not buying her talks of peace, and they stood together, watching her. Wednesday, Enid and (Y/n).

"On the mend? Try in a coma." Wednesday said.

"Have you been to see him? You're his friend." Enid says to Wednesday.

"I'm the reason he's in the hospital." She replies, and (Y/n) turns to her direction.

"That is not your fault, it's the monsters. It's been silent this week, maybe we scared it off."

"Or maybe it went into hiding to avoid this weekend."Wednesday says, (Y/n) sniffs the air and looks around.

"I smell an aura of death looming.. your parents must be nearby." (Y/n) says, and Wednesday keeps scanning the room.

"How annoyingly perceptive of you." She says, "I knew I should have worn my plague mask."

"Would you look at my family?" Enid says, they look over to them running and prancing about like dogs. "Talk about toxic pack mentality. I give my mom 30 seconds before her judge-y claws come out." She says, (Y/n) shrugs.

"My parents don't come here, guess I'm free... you know, I'd love to meet your family Wednesday."

"Absolutely Not."

"Why not, they seem... unique." He says wearily.

"The combination of your lack of self awareness and their overall dismay and annoyance will form a black hole and suck everything inside."

"..." Enid looks at (Y/n), who was a bit stunned. "I'm.. gonna go." She says.

"Yeah, say hey to your mom for me." He says and Enid strolls off.

"Seriously how bad can it be?" (Y/n) takes a step forward to her parents and Wednesday grabs him by the wrist, like a vise grip, she's unmoving, he slowly turns to face her, and she glared at him like a demon is taking over her.

"What. Did. I. Tell. You?" She says, and before he can respond and probably dig himself a deeper hole, her family spots Wednesday holding his wrist.

"There she is. Oh, how we missed those accusing eyes and youthful sneer." A voice calls out, (Y/n) and Wednesday turn to the origin of the sound and it's her family approaching, seeming them "Holding hands." They quickly separate and the first to hug Wednesday was Gomez, a slightly short but very stout man of Hispanic origin. He hugs Wednesday who seems as vexed as usual. "And you must be one of Wednesday's new friends." Gomez says to (Y/n), who turns his attention to dwarfs him, he feels Wednesday staring a hole into the side of his head.

"He must be much more than just a friend, ive never seen anyone being held with such...ferocity by Wednesday, How are you, my little rain cloud?" Morticia, the illustrious maiden of the Addams family.

A tall, beautiful woman asked, long black hair and a stunning figure.

"I thought Thing was filling you in on my every move. I uncovered your feeble subterfuge almost immediately." She says, to the unfortunate dismay of her parents.

"So, how's the little fella doing? Does he still have all his fingers?" Gomez asks.

"Relax. I haven't snapped any of his digits. Yet." Wednesday says, they turn their attention to the man next to her.

"And you are?" Morticia asks. "(Y/n) Healy, Wednesday is dorm mates with a good friend of mine, and so we sort of just became friends." He explains.

"He's blind and helpless." Wednesday says, slightly deflating what he said. Morticia breaths a sigh of relief.

"He's blind, ah, that's fine I hate looking people in their eyes anyway." She says, trying to be, nice? (Y/n) looked beside himself after hearing that.

"Did.. did she just—" he begins, But Gomez gives him a hug as well.

"It's nice to see our little viper has Snared herself her own mouse." He says, "Welcome to the family." He says, and Wednesday is fuming. Its Pugsleys turn and he seems, simple.

"Are you a ghost?" He asks (Y/n) who raises an eyebrow.

"Uh, no? Why ask?"

"It's just.. I Never expected Wednesday to have a friend that still has a beating heart." He said, (Y/n) finds this a bit numerous and smiles.

"Heh, no my hearts still beating, unless she rips it out later. But you wouldn't do that to your friend right?" He says turning to her, Wednesdays face was locked in this expression of cold dead silence. She leans in to whisper into his ear.

"I will do, such painfully unspeakable things to you when they leave." She says with the utmost murderous intent. (Y/n) laughs awkwardly, but the Addams seem, unfazed by this.

"So, how has it been my Dear?" Morticia asks Wednesday who turns to her mother.

"Since you've abandoned me here, I've been hunted, haunted... and the target of an attempted murder." Wednesday smirks just so slightly.

"Ah, Nevermore. I love you so." Gomez smiles at this, reveling in the Chaos.

"Please Mr Healy, would you excuse us?" Morticia says as the Addams family leaves, (Y/n) just shakes his head.

"I, think I understand what Wednesday meant.." he says, his train of thought was interrupted by howling, and him getting jumped on. He doesn't resists as they laugh and he can recognize that laughter from anywhere. They help him up as he sighs.

"You guys, try and be more gentle."

"Sorry man!" One says, it was Enids brothers, which they were laughing and howling out as usual.

"How's Enid taking seeing her parents?" (Y/n) asks. They snicker and elbow each other.

"Bout as much as you can expect, still building up the guts to." One brother points to Enid still a bit away from her parents. (Y/n) walks over to her, they say nothing to each other for a moment. He offers his hand and she takes it, nervous.

"It's okay, just focus, it's just one weekend." (Y/n) says, and Enid takes a deep breath. They walk over and Enid begins to count. "One-one-thousand, two-one-thousand—" she begins

"Enid! Have you not been waxing?" Her mother asks.

"Three seconds. That's a personal best." She replies. (Y/n) chimes in. "It's good to see you too Miss Sinclair." He says, and she hugs them both.

"It's so good to see you too! You've been watching after Enid right? Making sure she finds the right mate?" Her mother, as inquisitive as ever says, much to Enids embarrassment.

"As much as I can.." he says sheepishly. "Perfect, you're always welcome in our pack." She says, but senses sometimes is wrong.

"Are you feeling well? You're looking a touch anemic. Have you been eating enough red meat?" She says to them both.

"It's good to see you too, Mom. And you, Dad." Enid says, but taking much effort to do so.

The Addams family enter the Principals office. As Morticia looks at the yearbook.

"Our old yearbook. I haven't laid eyes on this in over 20 years. Such good times we had, didn't we, Larissa?"

"Some of us better than others." Larissa replies with a smile, hiding the darkenss.

"Oh, don't be so modest. You always filled a room with your presence. Like a stately sequoia tree."

"And I guess that would make you the lumberjack."

"There's that biting sense of humor that I always adored. Do you remember when we did that duet for the Solstice Talent Show? Your Judy Garland impression was a dead ringer."

"Sounds positively suicidal." Wednesday chimes in.

"Oh. My picture's gone." Morticia says, and Weems smirks coyly.

"Really? Well, that is odd."

"May I borrow this for the weekend? That way Gomez and I can take a little walk down memory lane." Morticia asks.

"All right. Let's get down to the matter at hand, shall we? Hmm? Unfortunately, Wednesday's assimilation has been ...rocky at best." Weems begins.

"Because I refuse to embrace the culture of dishonesty and denial permeating this school. Starting with the monster that killed Rowan and put Eugene in the ICU. Although I do hear he's "on the mend." Wednesday says with scathing sarcasm.

"We've always encouraged Wednesday to speak her mind. Sometimes her sharp tongue can cut deep." Gomez said.

"Apparently her therapist feels she hasn't been very open to the process. Their time together has not yielded the results we'd hoped." Weems replies.

"I'm not a lab rat."

"Dr. Kinbott and I have spoken, and we both agree it would be most beneficial for you all to attend a family session this weekend." Weems offers.

"No." Wednesday replies.

"I thought that might be your reaction, but your parents can see the wisdom in it." Weems sneers.

"Um, not to side with Wednesday, but, um, we're only here for the weekend." Morticia begins.

"Oh, come on. What can it hurt? To be honest, I've always been a big fan of head-shrinking." Gomez said.

"It's not that kind of head-shrinking, mon chéri."

"Well, that is disappointing." Gomez says sadly.

"But anything for our little girl." Morticia says, much to the growing hatred of Wednesday Addams. The entire family was inside the Therapists office. They entire family is fairly silent.

"So, who wants to start? Maybe we can discuss what it's like having Wednesday away from home?" The therapists asks. Pugsley was the first to speak up,

"I mean, for me..it's been hard not having Wednesday around. I never thought I'd miss being waterboarded so much." He said.

"Morticia, Gomez. How have you been coping?" She asks.

"It's been torture for us too." Morticia begins

"Gomez: Fortunately, my brother Fester's rack fits two people."

"Morticia: Nothing like a good stretch to bring out the best in each other. Querida mía."

Morticia and Gomez cannot keep their hands off of each other, which just triggers Wednesdays eruption.

"Enough! I think it's high time my parents faced the music. It seems they've been lying to me. Keeping secrets. Murderous secrets that need to be addressed. Who was Garrett Gates, and why are you accused of murdering him?" She says, the question obviously triggers some, unpleasant memories for them both.

"Those charges were dropped. Your father is an innocent man." Morticia said.

"Local sheriff doesn't seem too convinced."

"Wednesday, stop. This is neither the time nor the place."

"Actually, this is exactly the place. These sessions are—"

"Doctor. This does not concern you. And I refuse to debate a decades-old witch-hunt with you right now. I—"

"Darling, maybe we should.." Gomez begins, but Morticia stops.

"No. This session is over."

"Have it your way, Mother." Wednesday stands up to leave.

"Wednes... Wednesday?" Morticia Rose as well.

"If you refuse to tell me the truth, I'll just have to excavate it myself." Wednesday leaves as Pugsley smiles.

"You... Thanks for the candy." He says to the the therapist.

"Actually, that's potpourri… Why don't you take the bowl?" she says, and Pugsley happily takes it. Outside, Wednesday is being scolded by her mother.

"What were you thinking? How could you ambush your father like that? Wednesday!"

"How could I? You insisted I go to this school. Did you really think I wouldn't find out your secret? You don't know the full story."

"Your father did nothing wrong."

"I'll be the judge of that." Wednesday leaves, heading to the Hospital finally to see Eugene. He was still working a coma, a breathing mask keeps air pumping through his lungs. She places a jar of honey down.

"I harvested hive number three. The bees miss you, Eugene. We all do." She continues, near a heartbeat monitor, thing crawls away from it.

"Thanks for keeping an eye on him. Any updates?" She asks and thing shakes his finger.

"He didn't deserve this. I should be in that bed. Why did you go without me?" She says to thing, a shadowy figure creeps up behind and touches her shoulder, Wednesday jerks her head around, just to (Y/n).

"Huh. Think that's the first time I've seen you scared." he says. He walks up next to her and focuses on Eugene.

"... Had enough of your family?" He asks.

"Much so..I brought him some honey." Wednesday says. She sniffs a bit and scowls.

"Why do you smell like you were trampled upon by hellhounds?"

"Enid." He responds calmly. It was dead silence for about 30 seconds, before he sensed that he made a terrible mistake.

"What did you just say?" She says, he picks up and snaps out of it.

"Sorry, Enids Family, her Brothers can be a bit, too much, her mom was all over me asking questions about how Enids doing and "Wolfing out." He explains, Wednesday now is more interested.

"You two seem disgustingly close.." she begins, and he smiles.

"Yeah, I met Enid when we first both came to Nevermore, and it was maybe a year in that there was. The incident." He says, which piques Wednesdays interest even more.

"Incident?" She asks, and he sighs.

"Promise you won't tell her or anyone?" He says, and Wednesday thinks about it for a moment and agrees.

"I'll take this secret to the grave."

"For whatever reason I truly do believe you." He says, and begins to tell it.

"So.. you know how animals have heat cycles, right? Well turns out, so do Wolves... very, aggressive ones. And be being the dumb blind kid I am, i took a box of tampons to Enid for her, well you know.." he explains and he rewinds to that fateful day, a one year younger (Y/n) approaches with a suspicious box. He knocks on the door to the dorm of Enid.

"Enid, I brought the.. you know." He says, he taps it again and the door creaks open. (Y/n) looks a bit, concerned, it was pitch black and he takes a step in.

"Enid? Are you okay?" He says, and there was silence. He closes it and feels a harrowing chill in the air, he walks to the door and closes it. He takes a few more steps inside, and what catches his ear, was the slightly growling from the corner. He turns to it, and takes a step forward.

"E-Enid?" He asks, and something lunges at him, and it was all a blur. Time returns back to (Y/n) and Wednesday.

"So, a hormonal frustrated werewolf teenager almost mauled and sexually assaulted you to death." Wednesday says, and (Y/n) nods.

"Yeah, I got Yeah, if you found random bloodstains Under your bed that was my blood. After that She cried and apologized, and, we sort of, I guess bonded somehow. She's not a bad person by any means, it's just the hand she was given was a bad one." He says, "don't hold it against her." He asks Wednesday.

"That still doesn't explain why you call each other.. "Bestie" Wednesday says trying not to vomit. (Y/n) sighs and takes his coat off, Wednesday watches confused as (Y/n) removes his sweater, and begins to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you—" she begins, and stops, watching him unbutton his shirt to reveal his bare chest and she just stares at it. He takes it off and turns around, she then sees eight distinct claw marks on his back, they're old but can still be seen.

"That.. was Enid. And usually when a Werewolf wants to mark their mate, this is how they do it. But I don't.. well me and Enid don't like each other that much, so rather being mates were.. besties. She's like a sister to me, i just want the best for her." He explains. He turns back to Wednesday who looks more, concerned.

"Hm." She says, "So you stay around Enid because those marks, symbolize a bond you cannot break. I find that idea primitive, but I can see it means much to you if you've been by her side ever since then. I'll refrain from insulting it." Wednesday says.

"...Thanks." He replies with a warning smile.

".. Now button yourself up, i don't want to have to keep staring at your refined abdomen."

"Yeah you right— wait, refined?" He says smirking. "You think I'm Hot—"

"Do Not. Push it." Wednesday coldly Fires back, she and (Y/n) leave back to Nevermore, where a vast lunch is being served. (Y/n) decides best to eat with Enids family, which truly has grown into his own as well.

"Mmm. I am famished. You're not hungry, darling?" Morticia asks Wednesday who folds his arms.

"My appetite eludes me, Mother. The same way the truth eludes you." She says and walks off, Gomez walks over, having listened to the conversation.

"We need to tell her." He says.

"She'll never believe us. We must stay strong. And hope that something more morbid comes along to distract her." Morticia says, "Or my new son in law."

(Y/n) eats calmly next to Enid as her brothers gouge down on food, her mother looks at Enid.

"So are you going to make me ask?" She says, and Enid smirks a bit.

"Ajax and I haven't defined our relationship yet."

"I'm not talking about boys, well besides— Nevermind, Have you wolfed out yet?" She asks, which just causes Enids moon to deflate.

"No."

"Well, that is a disappointment." Her mother says, and Enid slumps down.

"That's me. A huge disappointment." She says, (Y/n) gentle nudges her to try to cheer her up but, she just shakes her head. His moment of trying to cheer her up was interrupted very scarily by the door to Nevermore opening. The Sheriff, along with other police storm over to Gomez, and (Y/n) can feel the footsteps, a few members.

"Can I ask what this is about, Sheriff?" Weems says, but he ignores her and keeps approaching.

"Gomez Addams." Sherrif Galpin says.

"How can I help you, Sheriff?" Gomez says calmly, but his quickly apprehended.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Garrett Gates. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed for you." He says, and takes him away, much confusion and suspicion rolls though Nevermore, and began to look for Wednesday, who was more angry that confused. The two are standing in a corridor hours later, and (Y/n) speaks to her.

"It's too convenient..." my father returns on parents day and is arrested?" She says. And (Y/n) adds more information.

"Not Just that, but there's something you have to know."

"What is that?"

"The Coroner, he blew his brains out today. Said it was guilt from falsifying evidence from the case your father was in, this is too convenient.” He says, and Wednesday is now even more convinced.

".. Then that proves it, my father is being set up, the coroner, the file, all of this was a ploy." She said.

"Then there's only one thing left to do, hearing from the man himself.."

Gomez was apprehended and put into his prison garments and had a visitor. He was surprised by Wednesday, who was accompanied by (Y/n) in a Nevermore hoodie, which was fairly comfortable He motions for her to sit.

"My little tormenta, how's your mother?" He asks.

"Devastated. She hates you in orange. I caught her laying a rose on a grave earlier today. The headstone read "Garrett Gates." The very boy you've been arrested for murdering. Care to explain? " she says, and (Y/n) kneels down next to the sitting Wednesday.

"I think it's best if we hear it all from you." He said, and Gomez begins begins to tell it.

"Garrett was infatuated with your mother. He mistook her kindness for interest. His infatuation turned into obsession, and he started stalking her."

"Why didn't you call the police?"

"We tried. But his family were the oldest and richest in Jericho. No one believed us. Garrett's father, an outcast-hating bigot, was furious that your mother had accused his only son. It all came to a head the night of the Rave'N Dance. Your mother and I stepped out to catch our breath. And that's when I saw him. He had broken into the school. His twisted love for your mother had made him insane. His eyes bore into me, brimming with murderous intent. My life flashed before my eyes. Driven by jealousy and hate, Garrett was unstoppable. We fought along the scaffolding, and When I saw the sword, my survival instinct kicked in. I rose the sword up, and he ran into it..It was a terrible accident." Gomez gives the tale and the two began to consider it. Wednesday and (Y/n) are in the corner discussing it.

"If I'm being objective, his confession sounds entirely plausible, delivered with the perfect degree of sincerity. Perhaps my father is exactly what he says. Thank you for being honest with me. But then there's the matter of his tells. The way he smooths his mustache. The way he delivers a comforting wink. I've been playing Russian roulette with him since I was 12. I know them well."

"I.. see.. then it's possible this was at least negligent Homicide, or Manslaughter. It doesn't sound premeditated.. seems like self defense." He says, Wednesday returns and sits, and Gomez sadly looks ashamed.

"I'm sorry I wasn't a better father."

"Could we please do without the overt display of emotion?" Wednesday said.

"I know they make you feel uncomfortable."

"How many fathers hand their daughter a fencing blade when she's five?"

"Your saber strokes were an essay in perfection."

"Or teach her how to swim with sharks?"

“Sharks?” (Y/n) chimes in, peering from the corner.

"They found you as cold-blooded as I do."

"The right way to flay a rattlesnake?"

"They really do taste like chicken when prepared properly."

"The point is, you taught me how to be strong and independent. How to navigate myself in a world full of treachery and prejudice. You are the reason I understand how imperative it is that I never lose sight of myself. So as far as fatherhood goes, I would say you've been more than adequate." Wednesday said, as cold, as unfeeling as she was sometimes, she truly does care for her family.

"Gracias, Wednesday." He says so warmly, the Two leave, and talk about it. (Y/n) wipes a tear coming down his cheek.

"Why are you crying?" She asks.

"Sorry Just, glad your dads in your life, seems like a good man."

"Like I Said before, your mother and father were afraid of your power. Instead of trying to control it, they tried to maim you. I say you're better off with Enids Hellhounds."

"Yeah, guess I am... or yours—"

"That's Strike number two."

"Okay okay, im just teasing you. You know, poking fun."

"The last person who "Poked" me lost a finger."

"Noted." He feels his phone vibrate and pulls it out. Which then speaks.

"Text Message from Enid: OMG, it's absolutely terrible, no vibe check here, R U coming over, Plz, crying emoji, sad face emoji, dog emoji, dog emoji, dog emoji." The phone says. He puts it away and turns to her.

"You want to come? I'd be nice for you to try and relax and focus."

"No, Enid requires your attention, and... presence." Wednesday says, she exhales and shivers a bit, the cold wind biting on her. He sees this, and takes it upon himself. He removes his hoodie and hands it to her.

"..Why are you giving me this?" She said.

"Because you’re cold, well colder than usual. And if you start sniffling and sneezing im taking that plague mask." He says jokingly, Wednesday hesitates, but takes it, she puts it off over her Nevermore clothing and it was obviously too big but the way her small frame tried to take over the hoodie was just, dreadfully adorable.

"I suppose this will help against the cold, you may go back to Enid now." Wednesday says, almost like dismissing her dog. He just scoffs.

"You're right, well I'm glad you're not being so jealous about her anymore." He says walking away, and Wednesdays turns to him and she was about to yell, but she stops, a smell hits her nostrils and she sniffs the hoodie, which smells of Black roses, a perfect aroma. She watches him leave and then inhaled deeply, and sighed.

"... I suppose I don't hate his scent.." she says, she also walks off, but to the Sheriffs office, where he sits at his desk ready a newspaper. Until a voice snaps him from it.

"We need to talk."

"How the hell did you get in? Bernice? Bernice!"

"Bernice may or may not have received a call that her tabby cat Swifty is being held for ransom. My father did not kill Garrett Gates."

"Well, I have his signed confession, and he identified the saber he used to do it. Both of which I'm about to deliver to the District Attorney."

"Don't you find the timing convenient? The coroner kills himself out of remorse for a decades-old murder case the very weekend my father, your prime suspect, deigns to return to town."

"All I see is a guilty man who's finally going to pay for his crime. And cuffing him myself, oh, that was the icing on the cake." He smirks, drinking his coffee.

"If you cannot see the set up that's happening before you. You're Just as Blind as (Y/n). I found the monster's cave, and I gave you the DNA evidence. Did you even bother to test it?"

"This may come as a shock, but the world doesn't revolve around you. I did, DNA results, No match. Inconclusive."

"So you truly believe this is all some coincidence? Whoever hurt Eugene also murdered the coroner."

"Unfortunately, someone sabotaged the security camera in the morgue, so we don't know what happened. They stuck bubblegum on the lens." The sheriff said, and Wednesday remembers now.

"Black bubblegum. Maybe I should run DNA on that?" the sheriff said.

"Someone is trying to throw me off my game. This is all a distraction."

"No, this is about justice being served. Garrett Gates's family deserves closure, even if none of them are around to take comfort in it."

"What happened to them?"

"His mother hung herself in the backyard. His father drank himself to an early grave. Even his little sister didn't escape. She was orphaned, sent overseas, ended up drowning. Every last one of them's gone. Your father doesn't just have Garrett's blood on his hands, he's got the whole damn family's." the Sheriff says, wanting some semblance of Justice, even if the family weren't as, kind.

Outside, the families are enjoying activities such as frisbee and such. Enids family, well her brothers were enjoying the rough housing. (Y/n) sits with Enid, who gets a gift from her mother

"Here. I brought you a gift."

"That's so sweet. You didn't have to get me anything." Enid says smiling and takes the parchment.

"I know, but I thought we got off on the wrong foot this weekend. I just want you to know that all I want is the very best for you." she says and Enid opens it, she begins to look as it's, Brochures. For camps for Lycanthropy issues. (Y/n) obviously couldn't see it, but he felt Enids heart race and her attitude just, shift.

"What are these?"

"Brochures. For summer camp."

"These aren't just ordinary summer camps. These are camps for lycanthropy conversion."

"Oh, no need to be dramatic, Enid. You want to send me to conversion therapy for werewolves? It worked wonders for your cousin Lucille, didn't it? Seven weeks in the Balkan countryside and she was howling at the moon in no time. As it should be. Don't you want to wolf out and finally be normal, honey?" She says, Enid was about to cry, before she stood up and walked away.

"Enid? Enid!" (Y/n) stood up grabbing his cane before following into the Forest with her.

"Enid, Cmon talk to me! Pease!" He says.

"I don't want to." She replies solemnly.

"Enid, I know your mom is being a total control freak but—"

Enid stops and turns around, angry, so angry tears are forming in her eyes.

"What? That she's right? That I'm a disappointment and there's something wrong with me? I already know that (Y/n)! Everyone tells me that there's something wrong! I know I haven't Wolfed out and that makes me a failure and I'll never find a mate and I'll be alone forever!.. I...I.... Am I just a disappointment to you too?" before she can continue, it all became too much for her, and the tears were close to falling. (Y/n) just sighed, listening to her pour her heart out to him. He walks over and hugs her, Enid accepts it.

"Listen... there's nothing wrong with you being a late bloomer, anyone who thinks it's a problem is just dead wrong. You aren't a disappointment to me, to hell with anyone who says you are. But you have to stand up for yourself. Your mom wants the best for you but to ship you off to some camp is just, wrong. But she won't listen until you tell her yourself. Enid, please stand up for yourself." He says. He lets go and she wipes the tears from her eyes.

"I..I don't think I can do it by myself." She says, (Y/n) grabs her hand, and holds it calmly.

"Then I'll be there, I'll be by your side the entire way. It's what Besties do for each other, it's what family does for each other." He says with a smile, she wipes the tears and smiles strongly at him.

"Okay, okay I'll try." Enid says to (Y/n), as this happens Pugsley was sitting at a small lake. Wednesday, still wearing (Y/n)'s hoodie approaches.

"Go away."

"You forgot your fishing gear." She says as she ms carrying a small satchel.

"Stop trying to be nice. It doesn't suit you."

"Father packed your favorite bait." She says, Pugsley reaches into the bag to pull it his bait, which was a live grenade.

"What'll happen to him now?" He asks Wednesday.

"Well, he's confessed, so there won't be a trial. After he's sentenced, he'll be sent to a state penitentiary, where he'll lose his mind being separated from Mother. Did you know they haven't spent a night apart since they tied the knot?" Wednesday said.

"I always thought I'd be the first one in the family behind bars." Pugsley says sadly.

"Lurch and I had a bet going. Come on. Let's see if the fish are biting." Wednesday said, Pugsley took the pin off and lobbed the grenade into the water, it erupts under the water and fish cork rising up.

"That's quite a catch." She says.

"I'm gonna miss him, Wednesday." Pugsley said so sadly.

"It's not over yet. He's innocent."

"Well, if anyone can figure out who really committed the crime... it's you. You have to find out the truth and free Dad."

"Well, until that happens, we both know Mother will be falling apart. Which means we have to be strong. And by "we," I mean you. Now, give me one of those." Wednesday says, Pugsley hands her a grenade and she tosses one, it als explodes in the water.

"Where is Mother anyway?" Wednesday asks her brother.

"She said she wanted to be alone. Somewhere where no one would find her." he replies, and Wednesday knew exactly where to find her. Inside the secret library in Nevermore where she and (Y/n) were captured. Morticia looks around so, vividly, as if the memories of her days in Nevermore were being replayed right before her eyes, before Wednesday spoke her out of her joy.

"Hello, Mother."

"Hello, Wednesday. So you're a Nightshade. That didn't take long."

"Actually, I rejected them."

"Why? Because I was a member?"

"I'll never live up to your legacy here, so why try? I win the Poe Cup, you claimed it four times. I join the fencing team, you captained it. Why would you send me somewhere I could only ever exist in your shadow?"

"It's not a competition, Wednesday."

"Everything is a competition, Mother. But mostly I rejected them because they're a trivial social club. Or as (Y/n) would put it, a "Social Society of Self Servicing Shitheels.".. he likes Alliteration."

"We used to be so much more. Our mission was to protect outcasts from harm and bigotry. In fact, the group was started by an ancestor of your father's from Mexico. One of the first settlers in America." Mortcia says, which Wednesday adds in.

"Goody. I saw her painting at Pilgrim World."

"Oh. How ironic, since she was the one who killed Joseph Crackstone. The Nightshades were her secret, but deadly, answer to his oppression. I know why you've come here, Wednesday. So go on. Ask."

There was no hesitation, no sense of flattery in it, it was blunt, it was honest.

"Father didn't kill Garrett Gates, did he?" Wednesday asks, and Morticia reveals the harrowing truth.

"By the time I made it up the stairs, I found your father fighting for his life. It was terrifying. Garrett, no! I'll never forget the way he looked at me. He was even foaming at the mouth. It was like I was staring into the eyes of a rabid beast. It wasn't your father who picked up the sword, it was me..It was only when I heard the scream that I realized what I'd done. Your father was so... calm and brave. LTish, you need to leave right now. Go to your room and lock the door. You were never here." his words still linger within me...Your father took the blame in order to protect me. I was so grateful when they cleared him of any wrongdoing. But I knew, someday this would come back to haunt us." Morticia says, as a single tear falls down her cheek.

Wednesday considers this, and finds something, off. "You said Garrett was foaming at the mouth. His eyes didn't look human."

I've never seen someone so blinded by rage."

"Maybe it wasn't rage at all. Foaming saliva, dilated pupils, mental confusion. What are those all textbook symptoms of?" Wednesday asks her mother, who began to realize just what she's saying.

"But how can that be?" She asks, and Wednesday smirks "There's only one way to find out."

Wednesday and Morticia decide the best way to go about this, is to dig up the corpse. Inside the local cemetery, Wednesday, having the oddest smirk on her face, was digging up the grave of Garett. Morticia was there, just not helping.

"This reminds me of when you got your first grave-digging kit. You were so happy, you nearly smiled."

"Are you sure you don't want to join?" Wednesday asks, and Morticia tries to play it off.

"Uh... mm... No, that's okay, darling. I don't want to spoil your fun." she says, Wednesday continues digging until she jams her shovel into the casket.

"Moment of truth." she opens the casket and inhales the scent of death, which makes her smile so fondly. She looks upon the corpse of Garett to see hints of blue on his body.

"Hello, Garrett. I was right." She says, their late light decision was cut off by Deputy Sandiago, who catches them.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Guess there's gonna be an Addams family reunion in lockup tonight. You're both under arrest."

Wednesday and Morticia were taken into prison amd put in a cell next to Gomez

"Get comfortable. You can post bail in the morning." A deputy says, but even that couldn't down out the sound of Morticia and Gomez kissing passionately.

"I've seen jackals with more self-control than you two. Neither one of you are strong enough to serve hard time. And thanks to me, you won't have to." Wednesday begins, but her plan was quickly interrupted by an upset party.

"Seriously?" They say, Wednesday turns to (Y/n) who was let in to see her, he stands before her.

"Grave Robbing? Really?" He says, and Wednesday begins.

"What I found—"

"No." He says coldly, "Wednesday I'm all for you saving your family, but this? I don't want to see you in a jail cell. You should have turned off the headlights, made it less obvious, get a lantern. Cars make too much noise. Seriously if you're going to grave rob do it better." He says, and Wednesday was a bit, confused.

"You're not upset i desecrated a grave moreso I did it the wrong way?" She asks.

"Obviously." He says, and Wednesday almost smiled at him, but swttles for a smirk.

"I knew there was something special about you." She thinks, "So, what's your plan?" He asks, He approaches the Cell and Wednesday shows him something. She puts it in his hand and he, confused, looks at it, it was wrapping, but he opens it to a, severed decrepit finger, before (Y/n) could projectile vomit. He looks at her.

"... Wednesday, did you just put a dead man's severed finger in my hand?"

"Silence and listen, It's a souvenir from our outing. I borrowed it from Garrett. He died from nightshade poisoning. The remarkable preservation of soft tissue and blue tint confirms it. Which means Garrett was dying—"

"Before he was stabbed.." (Y/n) says, much to the relief of Morticia and Gomez, but (Y/n) thinks. "But why would Garett have nightshade? And why did he have it?"

"I had a vision when I snapped his finger off"

"Gross—"

"I said silence..The night Garrett died, he had a vial of nightshade poison that broke in his pocket. He wasn't just trying to kill father. He was going to use the nightshade poison to murder the entire school." She explains, "This information will be enough to exonerate my father and mother, and me." Wednesday said. (Y/n), very reluctantly clenched the finger and places it in his pocket.

"And I know just the guy to blackmail."

(Y/n) stands before the Mayor, who's son (Y/n) assaulted and who retaliated by trying to Carrie his dance with Wednesday.

"Thank you for seeing me at such short notice, Mr. Mayor."

"Yes, well, veiled threats have that effect."

"Well I suppose it's down to Business," he tosses the wrapper finger at the mayor who catches and opens it. "Garrett Gates wasn't killed by a stab wound. That blue sheen is a sign of nightshade poisoning. But you already knew that, didn't you? Because back when you were sheriff, you were in charge and covered it up, weren't you?" (Y/n) asks. The Mayor scowls.

"Ansel Gates hated outcasts and Nevermore. He claimed the land the school was built on was stolen from his family over 200 years ago. Garrett went there that night to spike the punch and kill all the kids at that dance. Ansel confessed the whole thing to me in a drunken stupor. It was his idea."

"So Why did you instruct Dr. Anwar to falsify the autopsy report?" (Y/n) said. "You knew the truth about how he really died."

"Listen, my job was to keep the peace. If there had been a trial, Jericho's and Nevermore's reputations would have been trashed."

"Trashed? So you care more about the reputation of this town than the truth that there are people out here who hate people like me? You hiding the truth is just as bad as Garett, to me you're just as responsible."

"I resent your implication."

"Oh, you resent it? Well you're going to definitely resent it when I tell all of Nevermore the truth, including your coverup and if I do, Jericho and Nevermore will never be the same.." (Y/n) says, the mayor is literally caught by the neck in this, and he gives in.

"What do you want?" he says.

I want All charges dropped against The Addams family, Gomez, Morticia and Wednesday to be released immediately with a full and unequivocal apology from the sheriff's office. Do we have a deal?" He asks with a smirk, "Or I could go to the press, I know a really good lawyer." (Y/n) smiles, and the mayor is forced to give in.

The family was released and outside, thanks were given, mostly to (Y/n) who just smiles softly. Being hugged by Gomez and Morticia like hes their own. Morticia turns to her daughter.

"I'm sorry you didn't feel you could tell me. I know we've had our difficulties lately. Navigating the treacherous shoals of our mother-daughter relationship. But I'm always here for you, Wednesday." She says, and Wednesday takes a sharp breath.

"Always. Sometimes when I touch someone or something, I get these very violent glimpses from the past or future. I don't know how to control it."

"Our psychic ability resides on the spectrum of who we are." Morticia explains, "Given my disposition, my visions tend to be positive. That makes me a Dove."

"And for someone like me? Who sees the world through a darker lens?"

"You're a Raven. Your visions are more potent, more powerful. But without the proper training, they can lead to madness. If I could help you, I would, Wednesday. But we're not trained by the living. Somebody from our bloodline reaches out from beyond to help us when we're ready."

"Goody has. I've seen her before."

"Be careful, Wednesday. Goody was a witch of great strength, but her vengeance pushed her too far, and even she couldn't save herself." Morticia says, and Wednesday takes those words to her cold heart.

They return to Nevermore, and (Y/n) finds Enid and family, she and (Y/n) face each other and walk over to her parents.

"So, it's decided. Six weeks at Camp Howl. You'll need to pick which activity—" she begins, and he nods to Enid.

"No, I don't. Because I'm not going. Not this summer. Not ever. If I'm meant to wolf out, then I'm going to do it on my own timeline and not yours. I hope that one day, you'll finally accept me for who I am." Enid said, and Her mother was a bit taken aback but smiles, she walks off.

"See?" Told you it would work." He says, they turn around to her father, a tall stout man who just nods approvingly.

"I'm proud of you, Kiddo. And thank you." He says to Enid and (Y/n), before hugging them both, and leaving. Wednesday says her goodbyes to her family as Pugsley hugs her for too long.

"Don't push it."

"Well, at least we can't say Parents' Weekend wasn't a nail-biter." Gomez says hugging Wednesday.

"I knew you didn't have what it takes to be a murderer."

"As much as that stings, gracias, my little death trap." He says, and Morticia steps up.

"As I leafed through the pages of this yearbook, I was reminded of all the wonderful times I had here. But they were just that. Mine. You have your own path to blaze. I don't want to be a stranger in your life, darling. If you need me for anything, anything at all, I'm only a crystal ball away."

"Thank you, Mother." Wednesday replies, and Morticia hands her the book before leaving, Wednesday opens it, flipping though the pages and a shocking realization comes to her. She storms off to the headmaster and on her way spots (Y/n) laughing with Enids brothers, She, without skipping a beat yanks him by the wrist.

"W-Wednesday! What's wrong!"

"Rowan never left! It was Weems!" She says, which confuses (Y/n) but he follows as she storms into her office.

"I knew it. I did witness Rowan getting murdered that night."

"Excuse me?" Weems asks.

"When Rowan appeared the next morning, it was you. When you participated in the talent show, not only did you impersonate Judy Garland, you became her. You're a shape-shifter." Wednesdays said, which stuns (Y/n).

"Principal weems is this true?"

"That's a fascinating theory." Weems says, "I'm curious to find out how Sheriff Galpin feels when I tell him." Wednesday replies, and (Y/n) steps up.

"You lied about Rowan's death, his parents, the world! They deserve to know—" before he can continue, Weems rose from her chair, she was obviously tall being cover six feet tall.

"You won't tell a soul Mister Healy, Miss Addams. And it wouldn't matter much if you did. Rowan's father already knows what happened, and he fully supports my decision not to involve the authorities."

"Why would he agree to that?" Wednesdays asked.

"Because Rowan was not in his right mind. His telekinetic abilities were driving him mad and he attempted to murder you twice. His tragic death allowed us to rectify the situation without casting the school or Rowan in an unflattering light."

"You and Mayor Walker are the same, aren't you?Burying bodies to cover your dirty secrets!" (Y/n) says, actually disgusted by this.

"I did what I needed to do to shield this school from controversy and protect its students from harm."

"Tell that to Eugene. How are you protecting him?"

Wednesday fires back, (Y/n) was all for it, before sending an, off warmth. He turns to the window and approaches, Weems and Wednesday follow to see the harrowing sight. Flames, burning on the Nevermore lawn and the words "Fire Will Rain" etched deeply into the ground, only a symbol of the horrors yet to come.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 2 years ago

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Chapter 12 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Later that night, Danny found himself wide awake. Not for the same reason as the night before, though. He lay there, in the guest room’s bed, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression. His core buzzed in his chest, the events of the Astronomy Museum played on loop in his head. Its vibrations were making it difficult for the teen to fall asleep.

He had to admit, even though he felt exhausted from not sleeping the night before, along with all the excitement from today, it was pretty nice to have his core purring so contently. Definitely better than the way it ached the night before, while his mind was plagued by all the ways things could go wrong with the potion. All the ways something could go wrong when Robin drank the potion.

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The teen’s core died down at the reminder of what would happen tomorrow. As relieved as he would be, knowing that Robin would be freed from the love potion’s effects, he knew how easy it would be for something to go wrong. He could have made the potion incorrectly, or Robin could have some sort of reaction to it. Or it could not work at all! (It should have been telling that that last one didn’t make his chest ache the way the other worries did.)

Of course, he could just be worrying about nothing, and everything would work out perfectly tomorrow. Then everything could go back to normal. He would be lying if he said he wouldn’t miss Robin, though. Part of him didn’t want to go, wanted to keep hanging out with the teen. This week has been the most fun he has had in a long time. More fun than anything had been since the Accident.

Sighing, Danny rolled onto his side, his eyes tracing the chipped paint. As much as he wanted to stay a bit longer, he knew he couldn’t. For starters, despite what Robin and his own insecurities claimed, Danny was sure that the potion would work. And he had no idea if Robin would feel the same way he does now about Danny. Would the teen want him to stay, after the love potion was no longer affecting him? Would he hate him for putting him in that situation, thinking him irresponsible and reckless for the childish way he used such a dangerous potion?

Second, both boys were vigilantes. They had things to do, people to protect. Goofing off for a week hadn’t been the most responsible thing to do. And that was ignoring the fact that they came from two different dimensions. At least here, there were more heroes to rely on. There were other vigilanties that could cover for Robin, until he came back. In Danny’s dimension, the only line of defense was a group of teenagers with little to no official training and a lot of first hand experience, and a teen vigilante that held a grudge against the beings she fought. Specifically against him. Not the most comforting thought. Just thinking about it had his core squirming in discomfort, itching to check in on them and make sure nothing had happened. He longed for his haunt, but his core also yearned to stay here, even for just a little longer.

Another thing that had him wanting to get home as soon as possible, was the fact that his parents were due home very soon. If they weren’t already home. He really didn’t want to explain to them what he had been doing. Not that he thought anything particularly bad would happen if he told them the truth (A lie). They would just give him a hypocritical lecture on how using the gadgets irresponsibly was dangerous and not allowed, and they would probably demand to see the book he had been using on this ‘adventure’. What had him worried was whether or not they would give it back to him. Or worse, if they tried to recreate anything from the book. His parents were dangerous enough, the world did not need to add the power of magic to his parent’s volatile inventions. Or a spell that would summon some sort of spirit. Or some sort of binding spell, one that would leave a ghost defenseless and helpless.

Shivering at the thought, he tossed onto his other side with a grunt, wiggling to try and get comfortable. Closing his eyes, he prayed for his mind to quiet down and let him sleep. Exhaustion tugged at him, but his thoughts stubbornly refused to be silenced. Nothing he could do would keep them hushed, not that he had much energy to do that anyways. Reason after reason flooded his mind, reasons to get home as quickly as possible. Reasons to stay for as long as he could. With each new thought, his good mood from the day plummeted further.

The halfa managed a few hours of restless sleep, waking up every now and then in a new, awkward position with the sheets tangled around him uncomfortably. He was pretty relieved when the sun began to shine through the blinds, lighting up the room with beams dimmed by the city smog. Seeing no reason to stay in bed and struggle with sleep, he pushed himself to his feet, shaking the covers free of his body and grabbing the spare pair of clothes Robin let him borrow as he headed towards the bathroom.

He turned the knobs for the shower until it ran with icy cold water, a sigh escaping him as he quickly stepped under the cool spray. The water felt so good on his back, wetting his hair and acting almost like a balm for his sore, dry eyes.

This had become a habit, taking showers at their coldest setting, since his ice-core had fully formed. Warm water had made him feel feverish, almost like he was melting any time he took a steamy shower. And definitely not in a good way. The warm water would feel like pinpricks anywhere it touched, his skin turning a painful red if he stayed under it for more than a few minutes. When he had tried to stick it out, his core took matters into its own hands and iced the bathroom over completely, the water freezing in an almost deadly arch. After the third time it happened, he had decided that something needed to change.

He had tried colder showers, cool but not icy, and found that it felt much better. Eventually he stopped adding warm water to the mix altogether, and that had been one of his best ideas to date.

Jazz had been horrified when she found out, after he had accidentally dripped water all over her one night. He had been way too tired to dry off properly, and had just left his hair to air dry after a-once over with a towel.

A smile crept onto his face as he washed his hair, remembering the way she had tried desperately to get him back to the bathroom for a warmer shower. His sister had been so worried that he would catch a cold, taking frigid showers like that.

She had calmed down a bit when he had explained to her what warm water did to him now, and after getting him to promise to let her dry his hair that night, she didn't bring it up again. Though he did find warm drinks in his room after he got out from then on. Surprisingly, warm coco was something his ice core seemed to relish, despite its apparent intolerance for other warm things.

Danny stayed in the shower for a good half hour, only cutting the water off and stepping out when he noticed his fingers resembling raisins more than skin. Drying off was a pretty fast ordeal, and not even forty minutes after he had entered the bathroom, he was walking out. Clean, refreshed, and dressed in the ridiculously comfy clothes that Robin had given him to use. He briefly wondered if he would be able to keep them, as he knew that he wouldn't find anything this nice back in Amity. Surely the teen wouldn't miss a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve, right?

Walking into the kitchen, the halfa was surprised to find it empty. From what he had seen, Robin was quite the early riser, getting up with the sun, or even before the sun, most days. Beating Robin to the kitchen, well after the sun had risen, made his core churr worriedly. 'He must have been up pretty late.' Thsr had to be it, right? He hoped that was the reason Robin was sleeping in.

Resolving to ask the teen later, Danny turned his attention back to his next task. Breakfast. Looking through the cabinets brought hum across a large variety of things, canned and dried foods mostly. Shuffling some boxes around and reading their labels, Danny finally pulled one free with a pleased chirp. Acting his feet back on the ground, he looked over his prize.

On the front of the box was a blue and black dressed vigilante drawn in a cartoonish style, leaning against a spoon with a smile. The spoon dipped into a large bowl of black and blue 'puffs', clearly themed after the vigilante, turning the milk a blueish purple color.

"Nightwing Blueberry Bursts?" Danny read off the brand, remembering the Nightwing was one of the vigilanties that Robin had told him about. 'He must have been pretty popular,' Danny mused. Popular enough to get his own cereal. "Good for him, I guess." The teen murmured, pouring himself a bowl. He pretended not to be a bit jealous as he took a seat at the table. So what if this Nightwing dude had his own cereal? It's not like he wanted one, nope. What would his own cereal even taste like? Ectoplasm bites?

He took a bite of the sugary food with thoughts of glowing green cheerios floating through his mind. His bowl was emptied and washed within minutes, the blueberry flavored cereal put back into the cabinet where he had found. He had to admit, he kind of wished that he had had the oatmeal that Robin had made him the other day. That would have been better, but the cereal hadn't been that bad.

Breakfast finished, the teen looked around for something to do. Preferably something quiet. He might be worried about the vigilante sleeping in the other room, but if he needed the sleep then Danny didn't want to wake him up.

Eventually, he settled on reorganizing his bag. Since being kidnapped by a lovestruck vigilante, he had acquired a lot of extra stuff. Stuff that, at the moment, was just shoved carelessly into his bag.

Sitting down in the living room, he turned his bag upside down. All of his stuff fell out, piling on the cushion beside him. At the top of the pile, the trinkets and stuffed toys, mostly ghost themed, from his and Robin's trip to the arcade. A small smile crept onto his face as he moved the memorables to the side. Under them was Robin's vigilante suit and mask.

If Danny was being completely honest, he had forgotten that he had shoved the suite in his bag. 'I should probably return thes,' he thought, pinching the thick fabric between his fingers. For now though, he neatly folded the kevlar-lined suit and put it to the side, setting his domino mask on top of it before turning back to what was left of the pile.

A few granola bars, a half-empty bottle of water, and his spellbook sat at the bottom of the pile. He grabbed the spellbook first, not paying much mind to the snack bars that fell off of it. His smile faded as he traced the starry pattern on the edges. 'You've caused a lot of chaos,' he couldn't help but think, the tingle of magic making his fingertips feel odd. Abruptly, he shoved the book back into his bag, the snacks he had left following soon after. The trinkets and stuffed toys followed, hiding the spellbook completely from view. Zipping the main pocket closed, he opened a smaller pocket, carefully tucking Robin's suit in for safe keeping.

Settling the bag's strap over his shoulder, the teen sighs. He had hoped that Robin would be up by now, the time nearing lunch now. For a moment, he contemplated checking on the teen, but he quickly discarded the idea. He would know if something were wrong, wouldn't he? He was sure that Robin was alright, he hadn't heard anything besides the teens even breathing and soft snores. This didn't really help to calm his core, so he promised himself that he would check on the teen if he wasn't up within the hour.

That settled, he really didn't have much else to do while he waited. Moving back to the kitchen, he set his bag down on the table, giving the room another once-over. Dishes were done, and he had put all the boxed food back where he had found it. Nothing was out of place. 'Hmm…'

Slowly, the halfa's eyes fell upon the jar. His core twinged oddly at the sight of it, the reason for his own discomfort unknown to him. Maybe it was because the glass signified the potential end of a friendship? 'That… that sounds about right.' He admitted to himself. He really didn't want to mess with it, not until Robin was up. But he couldn't really think of anything else to do for the time being.

Sighing, he grabbed the jar and moved it to the table, setting it down gingerly beside his bag, being careful not to disturb the tea towel wrapped around it. Setting himself down in one of the kitchen chairs, he let his head rest on the table, staring down the jar with his hands tucked neatly under his chin.

Danny let his mind drift as he traced over the floral pattern of the towel with his eyes. Part of him was kind of worried that he had messed something up with the potion. The spellbook had said that it would glow when finished, but no light broke through the thin fabric surrounding it. So it left him wondering, worrying, that he had done something wrong. Did he add too much of something, or too little of another? Was the recipe affected by sunlight? Did he make a mistake putting it in the window for the three days set time? Should he have left it on the table or the counter instead? Should he check?

He really, really wanted to check. His hands itched to unwrap the towel, to make sure that it looked right. But he also wanted to wait for Robin. It felt wrong to do the big reveal without the person who had helped make it, the one who had kept him company through the whole process. Somehow, leaving him out of the last step seemed really unfair.

Thankfully, he didn't have to suffer through a long wait for the other teen. As if summoned by Danny's thoughts, Robin appeared in the doorway, his clothes rumpled and his sunglasses slightly crooked. Danny lifted his head off the table, a smile curving his lips. "Good morning," he greets the teen, his worried thoughts fading like a morning mist.

Robin smiled right back at him, an action that made Danny's core flutter in a way he couldn't(wouldn't) identify.

"Have you checked the antidote?" He asked before Danny could really ponder his odd reaction. Danny reflexively glanced at the still-covered jar before turning his attention to the teen again.

Danny shakes his head. 'No, I haven't. I was waiting for you." He watches as Robin makes his own breakfast, getting a hum of acknowledgment in response. After a minute, he continued. "How did you sleep?"

Robin was quiet for a moment, taking a bite from his breakfast before speaking. "I slept adequately enough." They fell back into a semi-comfortable silence as Robin finished his food and washed his dishes. Finally, setting them aside to dry, Robin walks back to his seat across from Danny. With a sigh, Robin gestured to the jar. 'There is no reason to delay anymore."

"Oh, yeah. We should probably go ahead and get this over with, huh?" Danny didn't wait for the teen to respond, reaching for the jar. Pulling it towards himself, Danny found himself hesitant. Exhaling an unnecessarily loud breath through his nose, he roughly tugged the towel free.

Almost immediately both boys were blinded, the jar producing a bright white light. The light didn't last long, dying down rather quickly to a golden glow that coated the room in a warm light, leaving both boys to blink the black spots from their eyes. When they could see again, they observed the jar, a somber air about them both. When the silence stretched too far to be comfortable, Danny cleared his throat, drawing Robin from his thoughts.

"Why don't we go out somewhere?" Danny wasn't sure where the thought came from, but it was out of his mouth before his brain could truly process it.

Robin was quiet for a moment, mulling over his words. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. Where shall we go?"

He thought it over for a minute. The mall would be too crowded for something like this, as would the rest of the places that Robin had taken him to. Maybe… "How about the park? The one where we met?" He suggested.

Robin nodded again, pulling the jar out of Danny's hands and sliding it carefully into his messenger bag. Closing it back, he slung the strap over his shoulders and held his hand out for Danny to take.

"I can carry my stuff, you know." Danny pointed out, but still accepted the hand nonetheless.

"I know." Robin smiled, leading him out the front door. He makes no move to give it back as they traverse the alleyways, instead squeezing Danny's hand lightly.

Both teens fall silent as they walk, and Danny can't help but think that Robin seems a bit stressed. Definitely more stressed than he had previously been leading Danny to be. If not for the fact that they had been hanging out for almost a week now, Danny probably wouldn't have been able to tell. But all the signs were there. His tense shoulders and stiff, almost formal walk were a bit obvious, when you looked. Despite all of this, his grip was still gentle, squeezing slightly as if to make sure that Danny was still there. The thoughtful care made the teen's core hum pleasantly in his chest.

Danny was pulled from his observations when he, quite literally, ran into Robin. The teen had come to a stop, his head tilted towards the ground. Danny looked around, growing a bit confused when he spotted the entrance to the park barely a block down the street. Turning back to Robin, he tilts his head slightly. "What's up?" He asks the teen.

Robin tugged his hand, pulling Danny closer, yet still leaving a respectable distance between them. He remains silent though, a scowl forming on his face as he debates something in his head. Danny stayed quiet, letting the teen think.

After a few minutes, the teen finally opened his mouth. "I-" Whatever he was going tobsay was abruptly cut off as a scream tore through the air, causing both boys to immediately drop into defensive stances. It was so sudden, one moment they were standing on the sidewalk of an almost empty street, and the next they were amidst a sea of frightened, panicked civilians. Screams and shouts drowned out all rational thought.

Robin tried to keep Danny close to him as bodies jostled and pushed at them from all sides, but the crowd proved too much for his grip. Danny can briefly hear Robin shout his name as the crowd pushes them apart.

The halfa could do nothing as he was pushed and shoved towards the back of the crowd. Sure, he could take a chance using his ghost powers, but he was literally surrounded by people right now. Changing into his ghost form was very obvious, and using his powers in human form would be equally so. Having a secret identity made it hard in situations like this. He would just have to wait until he could find a nice, private place to transform and go after Robin.

Stumbling, Danny finally broke free from the crowd, slowing to a jog as he looked around for any sort of danger. There had to be a threat, to cause so many people to run like that, right? But, as he looked around, he couldn't find anything particularly life-threatening.

It was only as he was passing by an alleyway that he saw anything odd. A suspicious shadow darted behind a dumpster, just barely catching his attention. 'Maybe it was a cat,' he tried to dismiss, but his core buzzed uncomfortably, and he found himself tensing, his hackles rising with the hair on the back of his neck as he went to investigate. Breathing deeply, he started to make his way cautiously into the alley.

Danny had almost reached the back of the alley, a dead end made of grime-covered brick with rotting cardboard propped against it, when something tried to attack him. His instincts kicked in, his body curling as he ducked a swing and rolled, shoes spinning as he crouched, turning to view his attacker.

His attacker was a big burly man, not nearly the size of his dad, but not far off. The man donned a baggy black shirt with a worn and stained blue vest over it. But it was the clown mask he wore that was the most eye-catching.

Danny groans silently to himself. Robin hadn't talked much about the rogues in his city, but hadn't there been one that sorta came up at their first trip to the BatBurger? What was their moniker, The Jester or something? Batburger has some sort of fries named after them, the teen was pretty sure. He was kind of hoping that he wouldn't have to encounter any of the bad guys in this city, but his luck was really kicking in right now wasn't it? 'It just had to be a clown.' Danny really, really hated clowns.

Danny was pulled from his thoughts by movement. The clown-masked moron lunged at him, his knuckles glinting with an oddly reflective… something on them. Danny deftly avoided the man, diving to the side and sticking his leg out to trip him as the teen scrambled to his feet. He managed to beat the man up, planting a foot between the man's shoulder blades to keep him down.

Moving quickly, Danny brought his fist down hard on the man's temple knocking him out cold. At least, he thinks the dude's unconscious. Knowing his crazy strength and notoriously bad luck, the dude is concussed at the least, and not among the living at the worst. Thankfully Danny had great hearing as well, he would have spiraled into an anxiety attack if he couldn't hear the man's heartbeat. 'He'll be fine. Probably.' He fought back a wince as he eyed the purple bruise forming on his temple.

Nudging the man one more time, just to be safe, the teen finally turned and walked back out of the alleyway. Normally he would feel bad about leaving someone like that, but one glance at the obviously deadly set of spiked brass knuckles knuckles made any guilty feelings disappear.

He was so distracted by the guy that he didn't register the fog-like cloud creeping towards him right away. When he did notice the tendrils rolling over the ground. The smart thing would be to try to avoid the potential murder cloud, because he had no idea what it was, or how it would affect his half-ghost biology. But he was stuck between the fog and a dead end. There wasn't much of a choice here. So, stopping his breath and eyeing the fog-smoke-whatever with a healthy dose of suspicion, he stepped back onto the street.

The first thing that he noticed was how quiet it was. The fog filled the street, covering abandoned cars and pushing stray trash as it seemed to wander in all directions. The fact that the area was empty was a bit unnerving considering how full it had been just moments ago.

Seeing as the road was completely empty, he saw no reason to keep to the sidewalk. Not his smartest idea, but he wasn't the smartest person.

Starting off in the direction he had last seen the people headed towards, Danny looked around at the lifeless block. It was eerie, how fast a place could be deserted. The fog didn't help with the visuals.

Honestly, Danny wasn't sure what happened next. Just like before with the crowd, something happened out of nowhere. One moment he was jogging down the empty road and the next he was airborne, something hit hard from behind and sent him flying a yard down the street. Instinctively, he sucked in a deep breath, unintentionally inhaling the fog.

At first nothing happened. Brakes screeched from where he had been just a few seconds prior, but no one got out of the white van. Confused, Danny pulled himself up, groaning at the ache in his side from slamming into a brick wall. Almost as soon as he was upright, a wave of dizziness overcame him. Carefully, he propped himself on the wall he had hit, his mind fogging over. It was getting difficult to focus, a cotton-like feeling filling his head as the world spun in front of his eyes.

By the time the people in the vehicle finally got out, all Danny could really do was blink. His body felt lax, like he had swallowed a really good pain reliever. He didn't react as he was approached, or when he was grabbed roughly under his arms. Not even when his wrists were bound. It was like he was in his own little world, random thoughts bouncing around his head as he let his eyes roam the clown-masked faces of his kidnappers.

Vaguely, he registered words, catching short sentences. Not a lot, and definitely not enough to put together a coherent story as to what they were talking about. -"not affected by the toxin-" was that what that fog was? -"he's just a scrawny teen-" they weren't talking about him right? Jazz had assured him he was more filled out! -"maybe a meta?-" what in the world was a meta? Had Robin told him about them? He couldn't remember if he had. "-has the hair and eyes, could be a Wayne kid-" Wayne kid? What was that supposed to mean? "-boss will want to know, maybe something interesting to him-"

The teen was so lost as to what was going on around him, but he couldn't really find it in himself to care. He was sure these people couldn't hurt him, not really. So he let the darkness that lingered at the edges of his vision spread, one last thought passing through his mind as he faded out.

'Hope Robin won't be too mad about this.'

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what-if-queen-camilla · 1 year ago

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Chapter 33

Sadly just a short one but I wanted to give you an update... hope you'll like it...

30th December 1995

"Do I still have to call the Princes 'Your Royal Highness' now? And what about the Queen Mother? Do I still have to curtsy and say Your Majesty?' Will we see the Queen and Prince Philip, too?", Thea bubbled in the back of the car and Camilla rolled her eyes. After her little girl had overcome the first shock about the news that none other than The Prince of Wales - Sir, as she still called him - was her biological father, she had also begun to realise what that meant concerning other familial connections, that she had two brothers who were Princes, that her grandmother was the Queen, and the Queen Mother, with whom she'd always shared a special sort of friendship as the two of them shared a birthday on August 4th, her great-grandmother. She had also realised very quickly that her godmother "Auntie Anne" really was her actual aunt and Peter and Zara were her cousins, and she obviously had so many questions and things on her little mind that sometimes Camilla didn't know what to say anymore. She just hoped they'd finally get back to some kind of normality in the new year 1996 and, perhaps, the days at Birkhall with all of them would help as well.

Following his statement regarding his acknowledgement of Thea as his child, Charles had privately hired a security service to take care of her and Camilla for the foreseeable future and she had to admit that it did make her feel better, at least more secure and therefore relaxed, not as helpless and frightened anymore, and that was good. The plan was also for Thea to get back to school again after Christmas break and, though there'd be security looking after her, at least until the situation would have calmed down, she hoped for her to be able to go on with her life and her friends as normal as possible. In fact, not even Peter and Zara had security at school, actually, it was a privilege that only the most senior members of the Royal Family had (though Camilla wasn't sure whether "privilege" really was the right expression…), but in their situation, with all of the uncertainty and the hate and attacks she had been suffering, they had decided that it was too risky to send their daughter back to school without any protection, and Charles funded it through his own, private income.

"Mummy???", Thea firmly interrupted her thoughts and Camilla shrugged her shoulders. "We've talked about this, darling.", she reminded her daughter. "You will be a good girl and behave exactly like you've always done unless somebody invites you to do otherwise." That was just what they needed, Thea enthusiastically jumping into the Queen Mother's arms, greeting her "Hi great-granny!", or something, no, no, no. It was best to be as decent, polite and unobtrusive as possible. Laura had already gone up to Scotland together with Peter and some of their cricket friends a few days earlier and they'd all met up there, so it was just the two of them driving all the way to the north and she couldn't wait to be in Charles' arms again soon. They hadn't seen each other until some time before Christmas, they yet had to exchange presents and generally, her heart just ached for him. It had been a hell of a year, especially the last few weeks really had taken their toll on her and she longed for nothing more than some peaceful and quiet hours with the love of her life - and their children. That thought almost made her heart stumble, though she was still a bit anxious about meeting William and Harry after Diana's revelations, but at least they didn't have to hide anymore and she just hoped the boys and Thea would get along and that whatever had happened between their parents wouldn't affect their relationship.

"Good afternoon Mrs Parker Bowles.", one of the Queen Mother's equerries welcomed her charmingly as they finally arrived at Birkhall just before twilight, and bowed deeply, first to her and then to Thea, politely adding: "Good afternoon, Ms Theodora." "Good afternoon, Steve!", the two of them greeted him, almost unisono and laughed. "Her Majesty The Queen Mother is looking forward to welcoming you both in the Drawing room.", he added and for a moment Camilla winced, looking at him insecurely. DearnGod, that had not been announced and she wasn't dressed for such a meeting now, looking all shaggy in her jeans and sweater, her hair and makeup (or rather: the unidentifiable something that was still remaining of it) an absolute mess after the almost 10 hours journey… all that she wanted was to refresh herself and change into some more festive clothes before she'd meet with anyone, let alone Charles' grandmother! The old lady would probably send her away if she saw her like that… Mortifiedly, she followed the equerry inside of the house and through a few rooms until they eventually reached the drawing room, where the Queen Mother was sitting on a chaise lounge, enjoying a slice of cake, a cup of tea and something stronger, and smiled in delight as she caught sight of them. "Your Majesty…", Camilla greeted her, performing a deep curtsy, her eyes fixed on the floor. She felt ashamed about her appearance but, thank goodness, and actually not really surprising, the old lady didn't care at all. "Camilla, my dear, it's so nice to see you!", she cheered, kissing her cheeks, before bending over to Thea, who, like her mother, performed an elegant curtsy in front of the royal and politely greeted her: "Good afternoon, Your Majesty!", which made the old lady laugh. "Good girl, Theodora!", she praised her, appreciatively patting her back. "But I'd say Great-Granny is more fitting now, don't you agree?" Camilla almost got a heart attack as this was basically the scenario she had been afraid of - but the Queen Mother smiled at her so kindly and heartfeltly that it didn't even feel weird or wrong anymore as she warmly pulled the little girl into her arms. Camilla wiped a few tears away as she suddenly felt two strong hands, tightly but tenderly grabbing her shoulders, gently turning her around, pulling her close, before just as sudden, two lips found hers and kissed her so passionately, that she almost felt like fainting. "Darling…!", she gasped breathlessly, looking at him in pure love and astonishment, the Prince's eyes equally filled with adoration for his love. "Darling.", he replied, gently kissing her cheek. "You're home."

#king charles #queen camilla #royal family #royal baby #fanfiction #fanfic #queen mother

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I wish this was talked about more in this part of tumblr, but any resources discussing birth control? Today I spoke with a girl who has gained an ungodly amount of weight since starting birth control 3 years ago (depo shot). She showed me her “before” picture and I was shocked. We’re talking a 175+ lb weight gain.

I had a similar experience when I briefly tried it for a year and a half. I only gained 40 pounds and it quickly fell off the moment I stopped taking it. Once I realized what was happening, I quickly stopped taking it. I was basically malnourished trying to maintain a healthy body and avoid the weight gain but nothing worked.

The men I’ve been with, never feel comfortable that I’m not on anything. When I explain why, they always say, “I won’t care if you gain weight” and we all know that’s bullshit. The girl I talked to today, said that her ex broke up with her because he didn’t like how much weight she had gained since starting BC so that she could have sex with him 🙄

I hate how women have to sacrifice so much of their comfort and health in order to accommodate men. It’s like we lose no matter what we do. Whether it’s the pill, shot, patch, arm implant, etc, there’s going to be some sort of discomfort and I hate it. I know another girl who did the vaginal implant and she passed out on the drive back because she was in so much pain.

I wish this was talked about more as well and I 100% agree with your feelings.

I think it’s important for us women to only entertain men who genuinely care about our well-being and are empathetic towards the things we go through as women. I've never been with a guy who didn't try to comfort me while dealing with my cycle or anything related to my womb.

In my last relationship, I was on regular bc and we still had a pregnancy scare so we mutually decided to try an IUD after that. It turned out to be uncomfortable as well and he even said he could feel it during intercourse. There were times when I was in so much pain he would shed a couple of tears with me and he said it was because he felt helpless and he felt like he couldn’t do anything about it but watch me be in pain. On top of that, my libido was very low and I stopped having sex with him. He was really mature about it and brought it up in conversation and expressed how he was frustrated because we weren't being intimate and we couldn't understand why. I knew I loved him and found him attractive (he literally looked like a fitness model) but I thought something was wrong with me (it was because of bc). During this time I started to switch my healthcare providers so my new OBGYN was in a different country outside of the U.S. and that really changed things for me. This doctor took a more holistic approach and we decided to take the IUD out. We got my cycle back to regular and decided to track my fertile days to prevent pregnancy with a combination of using spermicide. That worked perfectly fine and it was the best method for my situation (everyone has unique experiences).

Present day I just don't plan on being intimate with anyone I wouldn't marry or see as a potential father figure for my future children.

"The men I’ve been with, never feel comfortable that I’m not on anything. When I explain why, they always say, “I won’t care if you gain weight” and we all know that’s bullshit."

In my opinion, if a man is not open to having a full-blown discussion over something as critical as bc and even doing his own research, it would be a red flag for me. There are men out there who are willing to take your concerns seriously and not make you feel hopeless and alone. I never went to any of my doctor appointments alone and at one point my partner was more knowledgeable than me about the different options available and asked my doctor more questions than me. Of course, they are driven because they want to be intimate but it definitely feels like they genuinely care just as much when they are like this.

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Taken Chapter Ten: A New Reality

Warnings: Religious Trauma, Cult, Forced Marriage, Kidnapping, Stalking, Stockholm Syndrome, Non-Con, Dub-Con. Violence against women. Threats and intimidation. Childhood Trauma.

By the time Elizabeth finally pushed through the fog that had consumed her entire being it was well into the afternoon. Even if the storm clouds no longer loomed menacingly in the sky, the sun would be setting soon enough. She had been awake for nearly half an hour, but whatever Bucky had given her had kept her cognitive, but immobile.

Her body was heavy. Her limbs weighing her down into the soft, feathery duvet. The only sensation she could detect was the pain in her feet. A sharp, stinging pain.

'Those god damn pine needles.' She thought bitterly.

Although they stung, the small cuts in her feet would heal soon. A day or two of having to walk with caution. It wouldn't be nearly as bad as stone bruises.

She remembered running from the compound the first time. The padding of her bare feet had stepped on a rock in just the right (or more so wrong) spot. Pain scaled up from her heel to the back of her knees. It didn't make her fall, but slowed her down enough to be caught.

In all, she was never really good at running. Today's little attempt made that very clear. Hiding was her forte. Maybe if had she concealed herself somewhere in the woods she would have had a better shot of escaping the super soldiers.

But should've, would've, could've.

And before she could even think about making another attempt at getting away, she needed to be able to move.

Moving was the first step. She could figure out the rest later.

Elizabeth started wiggling her toes, gaining what control she could get over her body little by little. The remnants of the quaaludes still swam in her system. Any type of sedative always seemed to hit her harder than it would most people. She always blamed her size.

Yet, one would think after so many years she should have built some sort of tolerance by now. Granted, this was better than the K-comas of her teenage years but she had put on a considerable amount of weight since then. Quaaludes and ketamine were two different things, but her circumstances not so much.

Either way, she was rendered helpless.

Slowly, but surely she got enough stability and strength to pull the duvet off of her body. The covers feeling like they were filled with stones rather than of goose feathers. Although her skin had become slick with a thin sheen of sweat, she had no desire to get out from underneath the comfort and protection of the thick blanket.

But she needed to get up. She needed to move.

After a few feeble (and quite pathetic) attempts to push herself up, she accepted that she would just have to wait; wait for him.

Fuck.

Everything, all of it just seemed so surreal. If someone had told her what he would have done, she wouldn't have believed it. She knew Bucky.

Or at least she thought she did.

Bucky was kind and thoughtful. He was funny and made her feel like nothing bad could happen even as the world around them was falling apart. Bucky was good. Bucky loved her.

God.

He fucking said he loved her.

The weight those words carried meant nothing now. Someone who loves you wouldn't do this. And maybe he never really did love her. That was probably the most painful part of it all. Elizabeth had prided herself for keeping up that wall, holding her barrier strong.

But with Bucky... everything was just so easy. It was easy to let those walls crumble. She had let herself trust him with very little reservations and look what it had cost her. She had let herself dream too far from reality and it had cost her everything.

The reality was that Bucky was and is still capable of hurting her. The reality was she had essentially isolated herself from anyone who could potentially help her. The reality was she had let herself get into this situation. As much as she currently hated and wanted to blame Bucky for lying to her all this time, Elizabeth found the only person she could truly blame was herself.

The sound of the doorknob pulled her out of her self-induced guilt trip. In that time she never moved from her position on the bed. Laying on her back, staring blankly at the wall.

She tried to cast her eyes toward the door, lifting her head up almost hopeful. But the remembrance that it could only be one person made her feel foolish; her hope quickly dying.

It has him.

Of course it was him.

Nothing had physically changed about him; his still sporting the same shaggy hair cut. His eyes the same piercing blue. Yet, he looked entirely different. The sparkle gone from his smile. His face no longer one she could trust, seek comfort in.

"Hope you're feeling better." It was astonishing how casual he sounded. As if she wasn't his prisoner and this was still just their romantic couples getaway. He leaned against the door way. Hands buried in the pockets of his faded blue jeans. His Henley perfectly covering his toned arms.

Fucking. Asshole.

"I was hoping you wouldn't be out long, but I'm afraid you missed lunch." HA! As if she had any sort of appetite. It was a tie between his presence and the drugs still in her system that were causing her current wave nausea. She let her head fall back against the pillows, remaining silent. Staring at the ceiling as if it were the most intriguing thing in that moment.

It was easier to blink back the tears that were beginning to form. It was easier to not look at him. It was easier to hear Bucky's familiar voice when a complete stranger stood in his place.

Bucky let out a sigh. He had honestly prepared himself for an all out tantrum. Screaming, crying, things flying toward his head-- if she could have mustered up the strength maybe she would have. He had expected to be called a monster, a pervert and every other foul thing she no doubt thought of him now.

Her silence was worse.

Her silence meant that she was going to take a bit longer to break. She wasn't fighting him -- yet. It was the yet he hated waiting for. Would it be tomorrow? Next week? When would she finally make the attempt to escape?

It was all a waiting game and he had waited long enough for his little bird.

"Just wanted to check in. Wanted to see if I could get you anything." He was once more met with silence. Even the sound of her breathing was so soft even his enhanced hearing barely picked up on it. "Anyway, I'll be back to bring you down for dinner."

Elizabeth lifted her head up ever so slightly. Staring back at him so intently her gaze felt like it was going through him. He had expected her to hate him, prepared for it. He had gotten used to how she looked at him in both her bashful glances and smitten stares.

But he would be lying if he said it didn't slightly rattle him. He expected her to show some sort of emotion. Anger, sadness, fear, utter disbelief, but instead he got nothing. She had always been so easy to read. When she was nervous at their first encounter like a scared doe, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. How when she was happy she practically warmed up the room she was in. Elizabeth Snow had been an open book.

But as Bucky looked back at her, just as intently as she did him, he saw nothing. It didn't mean the anger or the fury wasn't there.

No.

She just did well at hiding it.

Bucky said nothing more before he gave a curt nod and shut the door behind him. When the door clicked shut, she didn't move a hair. She stared at the door waiting until she could hear his footsteps slowly fading before she laid her heavy head back down.

What Bucky didn't know was this wasn't her first time being caged.

By him? Yes. But she knew what he would expect. She knew he would expect her to cry and beg and plead. He would have his guard up no doubt; something she obviously should have done with him.

He would be waiting for her to attempt to escape. The windows were no doubt sealed shut. The doors locked and any possible exits secured.

All this was was a waiting game. She knew Bucky could only be on his toes for so long before he slipped. And if she needed to wait, so be it. Elizabeth had made the grim discovery that once you make your first attempt, they come down a million times harder to ensure you don't try it again.

She had gotten off easy in her opinion. Some drugs to knock her out and waking up in a most likely locked room. She wasn't 100% sure as she hadn't checked but it was a good guess. Bucky didn't know her past, but he wasn't stupid. He knew to lock the door behind him.

She needed to be able to keep track of time. Bucky said it had only been a few hours. Something about a missed lunch? Today just meant it was Day 1.

This was her starting point.

Bucky came back several hours later. Her window revealed a pitch-black scene where she could barely make out the outline of the trees; the moon hiding behind the clouds. She had finally managed to still upright, but still too disorientated to stand upright.

He was still wearing that stupid fucking shirt she had loved him in. "I made dinner." He said, almost like a parent speaking to a child they had scolded too harshly mere hours ago. His tone was soft, coaxing. It made her sick. "Why don't we go downstairs and eat?"

That part was ironically shocking given this whole situation. In their entire time together, Bucky had never once cooked dinner. Either she did or one of them got takeout. She knew it was a ploy.

That's what men did.

They would do something out of 'kindness' yet expect something in return. Bucky was no different than the rest of them.

Eventually after so many good deeds she 'owed' them. It didn't matter. A paid dinner, help moving, even walking her home just to make sure she got back to her place okay. It didn't matter. Nothing was really ever free. And all the help Bucky had given her in their time together had cost Elizabeth her freedom.

She nodded but made no attempt to move. She knew what she had to do but gave herself a minute to gather the strength to do it. Elizabeth took a deep breath in her nose before letting it out her mouth. 'I can do this.' She told herself.

"I need help." She said softly, careful to conceal her anger. Bucky approached her, prepared for her to do something that would only get her into trouble. Elizabeth remained as stiff as a board as he placed his arms underneath her; picking her up bridal style.

"If not given the circumstances, this would be pretty romantic." He tried to joke. She didn't react. Not a scornful glare, not so much as a side eye of disapproval. She kept her eyes down, staring at nothing in particular.

She remained just as stoic as he carried her out of the room and toward the kitchen. Given the fact that Bucky had never cooked a dinner, whatever he made didn't smell half bad. A cooked roast and vegetables was laid out on a silver platter that probably cost the equivalent of one month of rent for Elizabeth's long forgotten apartment.

The kitchen island also had a plastic tub of what looked like microwaved mashed potatoes still in the black plastic container it came with along with. Hot rolls rested on the baking tray that Bucky had pulled out from the oven right before he went up to grab her. "It's nothing special." He sat her down on a hightop chair before picking up a fine china plate. He knew that although his spread wasn't exactly as put together as hers usually was, surely she would appreciate the gesture. "Eventually I'll start letting you cook again when I can trust you around sharp objects."

She knew it was meant to be a joke, but couldn't find the strength to give a half-ass sharp exhale through her nostrils in amusement. 'Nothing about this is funny.' She wanted to spit out, but held her tongue and kept her poker face.

Bucky took note of her silence to continue speaking even though all she wanted him to do was just shut the hell up. "I'm not expecting you to be okay with this all at once." He said as he piled on a huge piece of meat on her plate along with some of the roasted mushrooms and carrots he didn't bother peeling before throwing them into the crockpot. "But you'll realize soon enough I only want the best for you. For us."

She sat quiet as he spooned on the mashed potatoes and a roll. Even is she were actually hungry--hell, even if she was down right ravenous- she still couldn't finish all of the food he had just scooped onto the plate he just put in front of her.

Bucky gave himself the same heaping portions and sat himself opposite of her on the other side of the counter. "I would offer wine, but I don't think it would be a good idea with you still coming off of the sedative." How thoughtful. Now he was concerned over her well-being.

"No wine, but could I have a knife. I need to cut the meat." She spoke evenly although she felt like Bucky could see the outline of her heart trying to pound its way out of her chest.

"It's been cooking for hours. Use your fork." He poked the tender meat with his own fork to prove a point before putting it in his mouth.

"I couldn't even get out of the bed. Do you really think I could hurt you with a butter knife?" She said it with a soft hint of humor in her voice, pretending that their entire situation wasn't fucked up. But she knew that was what was going to get her out of her. It's what saved her before. Pretending that she was docile. Pretending that she was obedient.

Bucky gave a soft chuckle in response. He could see her light was still there. Not completely extinguished from the day's events. "I never know what toexpect from you, Birdie. Can't be too careful." Although the meal appearedappetizing enough, the false narrative of it all made her stomach churn indisgust.

She dug the side of her fork through the chuck roast. He was right. Fork tender.

They sat there in unbridled silence. Several minutes passing before Bucky was almost halfway through his meal and Elizabeth had barely touched her own. Bucky took a moment from stuffing his face to notice that she hadn't touched anything. "Do you want salt?" He asked, oblivious as to why she wasn't eating.

"Why did you do it?" She asked, preparing herself for his mask to drop again, visibly cringing away from him as if he were going to combust. Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't hate it. He didn't want her afraid, but if it took her fear to make her obedient then so be it.

"I wanted you and you needed me." He said it so matter-so-factly she had to stop her jaw from dropping. "You and you barely survived working that shitty job or even living on your own. You needed someone to take care of you." Is that what he really thought? That she needed him to kidnap her and hold her prisoner in the middle of nowhere?

"You were always such a doll and not bad on the eyes." He continued, finishing up the last few bites of his meal. "You were a sweet girl. It all worked out for the best."

"Me being nice doesn't explain why you brought me here. Why you kidnapped me, Bucky." She said it with no anger or malice. She spoke softly as if she were talking to a child who didn't fully understand the gravity of the situation. Now that did irritate him. Bucky was no longer the hollow shell that he was before. He was a person--a man. "I can take care of myself. I was."

"Well," he gave a tight lipped smile. "You being nice," the word was said with such venom she recoiled, shrinking back further. "sure made it a whole lot easier to get close to you." His words felt like a slap to the face. He pointed his chin toward her plate, signaling her to eat.

Elizabeth remained still, her hands placed in her lap as Bucky continued to speak. Bucky could feel himself becoming agitated. "Plus you couldn't exactly take care of yourself when quarantine started. You were jobless. You had nowhere to go. No one to rely. Not a single friend." He stood up from his seat, rounding the counter to stand next to her.

His vibranium arm rest on the counter top, a stark reminder that Bucky was more than just a man. He was unlike any man she had ever encountered. Bucky seemed to tower over her as he spoke, she stared down at her plate, shoulders hunched as if she thought making herself smaller would save her from any of the blows he could deliver with possible fatal consequences.

"You didn't have anyone. No one who would even bother checking in on you if you were to go missing." She could feel a fresh batch of tears forming. He was right. As much as she wanted to call him a complete fucking psycho he was actually right. She would have been homeless. She would have starved or been exposed to the virus if he didn't let her stay cooped up in the tower with him all those months during the quarantine.

Bucky knew he had won when he saw a tear fall onto her hand. He didn't need to see her face to know he had broken through to her. There wasn't a need to continue on being a hard-ass. He could ease up. Good Cop, Bad Cop as Steve suggested. Show her that he could be kind and gentle and that he can also be stern and have a firm hand.

"Face it, Doll." He said, his right arm coming up behind her to rub her back soothingly. "You needed me and that's okay." Part of him wanted her to keep riling him up just enough for him to feel justified in putting her over his lap. He had been itching to punish her for nearly the past year of playing so hard to get those first few months. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "Eat before it gets too cold." He ordered before stepping away and retrieving his plate.

He had his back turned toward her as he rinsed off his dishes. She made no move to take a single bite; her stomach still reeling at his proximity, his intimidation only moments early. She swallowed down the lump in her throat, a cry threatening to work its way up and tear her to shreds.

"I still feel nauseous." She said as soon as he turned off the faucet. "I think it's the sedative."

"Then just the bread." He relented, wiping his hands dry on a rag. "You need to eat. I'm not letting you go on some bullshit hunger strike." She nodded before picking up the roll and breaking off a small piece before putting it in her mouth.

"I won't." She promised and, even if he didn't believe her, she meant it. She didn't need to go on a hunger strike. Bucky could easily make her eat, even if he had to shove it down her throat and she needed the strength if she was ever going to get out of here.

Chapter Eleven: Rules

#dark bucky barnes #dead dove do not eat #dark fic #dark marvel #kidnapping #dub con #non con #stalking

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