#unfortunately kate used to be red but red is now alone

[highkey-lowkey-as-hell]

the downside of the tortured poets department is that now there’s 11 taylor swift albums and only 10 watt characters so someone has to be left out (sorry red, still love you, message in a bottle loml <3)

the upside of the tortured poets department (if it could be called an upside) is that it is possibly the most kate dalton album i’ve ever heard

[gottalovetumbler]

ℑ’𝔪 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶, 𝔚𝔥𝔞𝔱?

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗈： 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒

It wasn’t funny, it really wasn’t. But they were treating it like some sort of joke.

——— 4 months ago ———

Somehow, some-way. You went from being a brand new tags still attached soldier in to an American soldier loaned to the British. You’re not quite sure how this happened but it did and now you have to adapt. But adapting proves to be quite difficult when one day you learn a very unfortunate fact about yourself. You are afraid, yea afraid, of accents. Well more the idea of not being able to understand accents you suppose.

It smacked you straight out of left field when you realized it. Having grown up on YouTube and the internet a lot of the people you watch were British, it wasn’t like you grew up under a rock. You thought you’d be a-ok when you were met by one Kate Laswell on the tarmac upon arrival at the base.

She introduced you to the few soldiers you ran into on the walk to your room. The most notable were a Scot and Brit duo. The Brit, Gaz, was a bit hard to understand at first but after a few words it you got the hang of it. He was very kind and offered to help you around the base the first few days so you wouldn’t get lost. The Scot, Soap, was a whole other story. You maybe understood 3 words in the 5 minute conversation the 4 of you had during which he seems to reference you many times judging by the long states he’d fix you with. Luckily with Kate you were able to skate by heavily relying on her understanding and eventually bid your goodbyes to the men.

It took a while for you to meet the rest of their team, ‘141’ Gaz said at breakfast one day. You were in line filling your tray with the slop of the day when you heard muffled talking to your left. It was so soft and distant that you figured it was further down the line so you ignored it and continued grabbing food. Just as you were about to head to your table a gloved hand gripped your shoulder and whipped you around.

Ghost, Gaz told you about him, leans down to your level and says something. You realize it sounds exactly like what you heard in the line and realize he must have been talking to you before and you ignored him. A bright red a hot flush fills your face, it becomes brighter when you realize you still can’t understand him. Panicked, you awkwardly laugh and speed walk away, bypassing the tables and heading straight to your room.

——— Now ———

It’s been a hard and anxiety filled 4 months of avoiding 2 of the 141 members. You could hold a brief but semi- understandable conversation with Gaz and could somewhat bullshit your way through talking to Price. It’s luckily only happened once after a shitty mission and it’s your personal goal to never talk to the gruff man again.

Now the other two are 100% being actively avoided for the foreseeable future. Soap was definitely harder to avoid due to his extroverted nature but you managed. Your main go to was faking a phone call, easy and effective. Ghost on the other hand is a bit easier to avoid, you just use the excuse of being afraid of the man to your advantage. Anytime you make eye contact from across the room you open your eyes a bit wider and speed away, it’s not far fetched since that’s pretty much how everyone else treats him, with fearful respect.

But now, now you have a much larger problem. Due to a larger mission needing more hands Laswell brought on some extra soldiers, who’ve worked with the 141 before, to help. Luckily you were just a simple soldier turned base hand who mainly took care of the laundry, kitchen, grounds, etc. So you didn’t have many face to face interactions with 141 let alone the rest of the new faces and accents. Well you didn’t till now.

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Ambush

Soooo, after the meeting in the alley with the cigarette, my brain traveled to the aftermath. Still blaming @caranoirs But now we've also added Walter, Marcel, Fabian, and Drew into the mix!

Send help.

“This is ridiculous!” Ridge yelled in frustration. “They think they can just come right onto our terf and cause trouble. And keep messing with you! Completely unacceptable and we need to do something about this.”

He was pacing around the large living room like area of the house Sheamus owned where they all spent a lot of their time. Kate was sitting on a couch, Ridge looking over at her from time to time while he spoke. Also in the room standing around were Fabian and Marcel. They had been spending more time together since Sheamus and Walter began working on their merger. Eventually Drew’s men would come over and fall in suit once everything was in place. Ridge was concerned when he first got to Kate, but after he made sure she was okay. He was seeing red. Even while on the phone with Sheamus letting him know what happened he was pissed. Kate tried to be in the background telling him that she was fine and everything was okay, but Ridge was seething.

“I don’t know who the hell this guy thinks he is thinking he can just come into town and take over,” Fabian added.

“Someone needs to put him in his place,” Ridge agreed.

“What about us?” Marcel suggested. “He’s always going around, sneaking up on people. Why don’t we do the same to him?”

“Let’s go. I’m more than ready to bash his fuckin’ face in.”

“Hold on Ridge, not just yet.” Fabian stopped him.

“Why the hell not?”

“You’re too angry. You need some time to calm down. Formulate a plan. You run in there like this just bulldozing through everyone being angry, it’s not going to end well,” Marcel answered.

Ridge rubbed his head and breathed out frustrated, but deep down he knew Marcel was right. They needed to have a plan or else they’d easily be taken down.

“We’ll go tomorrow. Let them think their safe since there wasn’t retaliation. Give Kate some time to rest. Then we’ll ambush them in the morning.”

“I wouldn’t mind cutting Tyler’s dick off while we’re at it,” Kate mumbled.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Ridge ordered.

“Excuse me?” Kate asked as she stood up to face him.

“They won’t leave you alone. We’re not going to bring you to them on a silver platter!”

“Listen Ridge, you’re…” Kate began before being interrupted by Marcel.

“Do you think leaving her here by herself is a good idea?”

“Why not? Better than dragging her into the lion’s den.” Ridge answered.

“Because what if they see all of us there and Trent realizes she’s alone. I wouldn’t put it past him to send someone out to try and find her. Especially since he knows Sheamus and Walter are out of town,” Fabian explained.

“Exactly. Therefore, I’m going.”

Ridge didn’t want to admit it, but Fabian had a good point. That doesn’t mean he was still happy with it. The look that he shot Kate with her smartass reply about winning the argument showed that.

“I’ll stay by her the whole time,” Marcel ensured.

Ridge eventually sighed, giving in. “Alright. She can come.”

The next morning, they were up and ready before sunrise. Ridge was still pissed. He probably hadn’t actually slept at all. Getting into Trent’s property was easy. Sneaking past the gates and cameras was the most challenging, but at that hour not too hard. They just broke down the front door with no one there, and bulldozing through everyone thar got in their way. It didn’t take them long to reach Trent. Another floor up he was in a large relatively empty room. Unfortunately for them, he was already up and dressed for the day. He was also joined by Pete and Tyler at his side. They all stood in a silent standoff for a few moments. Marcel keeping his word, never leaving Kate’s side. Always ready to have a protective arm reach out and push her away if needed, keeping her safe so Ridge could pounce without worry.

“Well isn’t this a nice surprise! Good thing I’m a morning person and can be up to greet my guests,” Trent stated breaking the silence with his usual smile.

“You look really happy for someone who’s about to get his arse kicked so bad he may never walk again,” Ridge spat through a clenched jaw.

“Ya sound awfully sure of yourself there mate,” Trent replied.

Marcel reached his hand over to grab Kate’s at their words, ready to jump in if needed while he and Fabian also kept a keen eye on Tyler and Pete.

Ridge scoffed. “Not too sure how good you at business with your numbers lad. If you look around you’ll realize you’re clearly outnumbered.”

Trent brought his hand up to rub his chin, his smiling fading only momentarily before returning with a more sinister tone. The same one Kate had seen in the basement. “You know what? You’re right mate. One of us is outnumbered.”

As he finished speaking, Marcel’s hand tightened around Kate’s wrist. She looked over at him, confused by what his next move was going to be. While she was looking away, she hadn’t seen Fabian wind his arm up ready to elbow Ridge in the face. Blood began to flow as Ridge grabbed his nose, completely caught off guard by Fabian’s attack. Before he could register what was happening, Fabian, Tyler, and Pete were on top of him. Kate tried to run over to him but was pulled back by Marcel and her held her tighter while the rest got Ridge under control. A short while later he was easily held by Tyler and Fabian. Marcel still held Kate who livid. Pete stood off a little behind Trent just watching.

“Gotta hand it to ya Ridge. You’re a tough guy. Took three of my men to wear you down and you still had fight in ya.” Trent complimented. “Could use a big guy like you.”

Ridge wasn’t really able to say much as his face was beginning to swell, but he was able to look up Trent from his knees in disgust. 

“Now before either of you say anything, have a quick look at this.”

Trent pulled out his phone and pulled up a video that someone had sent to him. It appeared to have been recorded last night, but by the angle the person recording it was trying to be discreet so others didn’t notice. But it did show Walter, Sheamus, and Drew sitting around a table with half empty whiskery glasses and cigars.

“Fellas I might have ta get home soon,” Sheamus said as he sat back down at the table.

“Everything okay?” Drew asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“Just got off the phone with Ridge. Trent and some of his gang cornered Kate in an alleyway behind a bar we go to a lot. Threatened to take her with them and hold her until we all agreed to lay off him.”

“So let him,” Walter said before blowing smoke from his cigar.

Drew immediately looked over at him confused. He had been close with Sheamus for a long time. Walter might not have known the relationship between Sheamus and Kate, but Drew knew that’s not something he would ever think of.

“I can’t do that,” Sheamus said.

“Why not?” She’s just a girl you got working for you. What’s so special about her?”  Walter asked.

“She’s, she’s like a sister to me. She’s been wit me for the last six years. She’s always been loyal ta me.”

“I get that, but she’s not blood. Call their bluff.”

“I’m the closest she’s got.” Sheamus defended, but sounded a little defeated.

“Is she worth risking everything you’ve worked for? And letting someone else come in and tell you how to run your empire?”

Walter put his lips back around his cigar. Drew stayed quiet as he took another sip of his whiskey. Sheamus sat back in his seat as if he was pondering his life in a whole new light.

“Fun stuff right?” Trent exclaimed as he put his phone back into his pocket. “ You can see just how much he cares about you. Now Ridge, what do you say you come with me and we have a little chat about your future.”

“Based on that? We have no idea how the rest of that conversation went!” Kate spoke up.

“Well we do know that he never came home after he got that phone call. And have either of you spoken to him since that call you made last night?” Trent’s question was answered by silence. “I didn’t think so. Now let me rephrase. Ridge, we’re going to go to my office and have a discussion. And after it you’re either going to join us, or you’ll be disposed of and I’ll deal with you personally.” Trent said in a deeper, much more threatening tone than he had previously spoken in. “Now you.”

Trent had turned to Kate causing Ridge to stir a bit. She stood tall trying not to show any emotions other than the anger fuming inside her.

“Gonna try and threaten me with the same thing?” Kate sneered.

“No. I’m not. You don’t get that privilege,” He answered with a smile both confusing Kate and causing her stomach to drop. “I know clearly where your loyalty stands. So for now, you’re just a gift to Peter.”

“What?” Kate blurted out as Pete stepped forward with a smirk. 

“Pete, here you go. Do whatever you want with her that Sheamus wouldn’t let you.”

Fabian and Marcel had grabbed Ridge and taken him up to another floor where Trent’s office was. Pete held tightly onto Kate as he walked her to a place he had been using as a bedroom.

“Peter I swear if you lay one finger on me…”

“Don’t worry. If I recall correctly, I know you prefer two or three. Or if that’s a problem I always have other things I can use.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you love it.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“That’s what I have you for darlin’.”

Kate rolled her eyes and scoffed before turning away from him and walking towards the closed door. He followed behind only taking two steps to catch up to her. He reached his hand up, wrapping it around her throat and pulling her flush against his body. Her eyes fluttered slightly as a small involuntary moan escaped her lips. He nuzzled his nose along her neck before bringing his lips towards her ear.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re mine Katie,” He whispered roughly as his hand traveled across her stomach and dipped inside the front of her black leggings.

Kate’s mind was racing. A few moments ago she didn’t know what to think about the video Trent had just shown her. She could only speculate what was going on with Sheamus’ mind. She didn’t know what was happening with Ridge. And now she was stuck with Pete, and as much as she hated him, she hated the fact that her body was melting into his touch even more. He knew her and her body so well, he was easily able to manipulate it any way he wanted. She gasped as his fingers stroked inside her slick folds, making her wetter with each touch.

“Don’t even bother tryin’ ta lie to me Katie. I know you love it. Remember how good I made ya feel last time? Just think how much better it’ll be if you just give in and let yourself enjoy it.”

“I never said I enjoyed you Pete,” Kate retorted trying to hold onto whatever strength she still had left. “Just because you messed around with my body and it responded doesn’t mean I want you.”

Pete clenched his fingers around her neck a little tighter.

“You know the walls at our place were really thin. Parts of it were built great, but where we spent our time, they were shit. I know you could hear me when I had girls over. You know how I know that? Because I could hear you too. The little moans you’d make while you were touching yourself listening to me fuck them in the next room. Trying to be quiet, but not quiet enough,” Pete explained into her ear as he was still slowly touching her. “And I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t enjoy it. Sometimes I’d get off from bendin’ them over and fucking them from behind listening to you moan my name pretending it was you in front of me.”

A knock at the door caused Pete to pull his hand out of her pants, but he still left the other hand around her throat. With her back against his chest, she was able to feel his heart racing. She knew he was restraining himself, and for some reason him being able to be in such great control filled her with excitement. She was focusing on his heart beat as Tyler opened the door and entered the room.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt but Trent wants to have a work with her when you’re done.”

“Lovely. I have a few choice words for him too.”

Tyler laughed, causing Kate to push back against Pete just slightly. “I see you haven’t trained her yet.”

“It’s only been five minutes Ty,” Pete laughed as well. “Ya gotta give me at least the night.”

“I dunno. She’s pretty feisty. Might take a while before you can have her trained properly. Though I will miss her smartass remarks. She made work a little more exciting.”

“Coming from the man who wasn’t able to handle me if I wasn’t tied up to something.”

Pete finally released the hold he had on his throat and snaked his fingers into her hair yanking a fistful back. “You know you really should be nice to him. There will be times I’ll have to leave for things and someone else might watch you.”

Kate watched as Tyler licked his lips while she tried to now show that she was nervous.

“Me watching her would do wonders if you wanted her trained like a proper pet for you. If she were with me, I’d already have my belt off and around her neck as a leash for the bitch that she is. And by the end of the night the only commands she’d respond to are sit, beg, and come.”

“Might wanna think twice about trying to walk out on me now huh?” Pete asked in a cocky tone. “The second you step foot outside that door, you’ll run into him.”

Tyler winked before turning back towards the door. “Anyway, when you’re done bring her up to Trent so he can welcome her properly.”

“Wait,” Kate found herself calling out before she could really even think to catch herself.

“Hey, what’s going on with Ridge?” Pete asked.

“He’ll be staying with us for a bit,” Tyler answered before closing the door behind him.

Kate felt a bit of relief knowing that Ridge was still alive. At least for now. She could find out more later. But for now, that was enough. She was lost in her own thoughts about it and didn’t realize that Pete had let go of her hair. He wasn’t even holding onto her at all anymore. He had taken off his shirt and thrown it off to the floor by the time Kate turned around to face him.

“Pete?”

“Hm?” He hummed as he grabbed her by the hip and pulled her close to him.

“You, you wouldn’t really let him hurt me would you?” She asked with a bit of intimidation in her voice that he hadn’t heard before.

He put his hand on her cheek, pushing her face up to make her look at him while running his thumb along her skin. “Kate, I am still the same exact person I was before.”

It was nightfall by the time Pete walked Kate up to Trent’s office where he did most of his work. Pete told her to just listen to what Trent said and it wouldn’t cause any problems. But that wasn’t exactly Kate’s strong suit. Inside, the room was dim. Almost as if Trent wanted people to feel cold and hidden as they sat down to do business with him. There was a large desk with his computer and phone atop it. Most of his things probably hidden away in the drawers. Two armchairs at one side of the desk for his guests, another large leather one for him at the other side. Kate wasn’t able to see all the little details of the office in the low lighting, but she could see artwork about. She could only guess that he had everything designed particularly for him. When Kate entered the room Trent was towards the back looking out a window. When Pete closed the door he closed the velvet dark green curtain and turned to his guest.

“Come on in love. Make yourself comfortable,” Trent said motioning to one of the chairs.

“I’d rather stand if that’s okay with you.” She replied from her spot in the middle of the room.

“So you do have manners,” He mocked.

Kate folded her arms across her chest and blew out a sigh, trying not to start a fight.

“Good to know you’re able to play nice.”

“I don’t see why that really matters.”

“It will if you want to stay here.”

“Look, I’m not going to give Pete any problems, okay?”

“I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about everyone else.”

Kate looked at him confused.

“I’m sure by now you’ve figured out that Walter and I have formed a partnership. Ridge and I had a nice talk earlier and he’s decided to stay with me. Thought he did try and assure that I wouldn’t kill you. And I thought maybe after some time thinking about the video I showed you and how the man who you’d been so loyal to seemed to be willing to throw you to the wolves, you’d have had a change of heart like Ridge and Pete did.”

“I thought I didn’t have that choice,” Kate questioned as she put his hands on her hips.

“You don’t really. You’re stuck here either way. I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t trust you. With any aspect of my business. I knew the first chance you’d get you’d quite literally stab me in the back. But you are an asset Kate.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Working at a club making you money,” Kate said as she dropped her arms.

Trent shook his head chuckled as he stepped closer to her. “You’re much more than a pretty face love. I’m familiar with your work. I think you could do great things here and help me out a lot. And in return, give yourself a life that you’ve never even dreamed of. Face it, everyone else has already fallen into line with me. The only thing Sheamus even has left now is Drew, and once he sees how pathetic Sheamus really is, he’ll back off too. Leaving Sheamus with nothing.”

As he stepped closer, she tried to keep distance between them. But she ended up running into his desk. She looked slightly before placing her hands on the sides holding herself up. When she looked back, Trent was right in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her onto his desk. His face getting closer to hers as he spoke.

“If you can prove to me that I can trust you, we can form a beautiful partnership here. But keep in mind until then, you belong to the British Strong Style. And the very first time you forget that, I’ll brand you, so that even if you manage to get away, anyone who finds you will bring you right back to me.”

[cherryjuixce]

OC x Simon Ghost Riley

A/N

Hello everyone! I'm so excited to share with everyone this story i thought about a lot. I wanna warn you all first that this is the first ever story I wrote and I will accept every advice or criticism you guys give me to be better at writing :D

English sadly is not my first language so I'm sorry if you find some grammar mistakes :')

Feel free to send asks about the story and about the character, I will probably do a separate post on getting to know the OC or something, but for now enjoy this little Prologue i wrote<3

Warnings: mention of blood, guns, slight violence and swearing.

Everything in Italics is the past.

Blood.

I absolutely hated it. The smell that it has, and the fact that i would see it everyday. You think that by now I would get used to it, but no i couldn't stomach it.

My leg was already killing me, but i couldn't stop running. As soon as i heard that scream i hadn't stopped running. Heavy breathing and sweaty as hell but i wouldn't give up now, i just couldn't.

"Red do you copy?" said Price through the comms. The last thing I heard before that was when he said that the safe house we were all staying in had blowed up, the safe house my son was staying in.

"Red! I said do you copy?!" he yelled now. I wanted to answer him, I really did. But i couldn't focus on anything else besides getting to that safe house.

Then I felt something sharp pierce my left hip. "Fuck!" I screamed. I fell to the ground holding my hip with my hands and keeping the blood pressure.

no no no no- I had to get to that safe house. I loaded the pistol that was in my hand and shot the person that injured me. I started running again but i was even weaker than before.

"Red. Status. Now." Price said in a stern voice.

"Injured sir." my voice was hollow and in desperate need for water, I slowed down and fell on my knees because I started seeing dark spots.

"Stay where you are, we're sending medical."

I crawled to the nearest building and sat behind it.

"Captain..please tell me he's alive" i asked in a broken voice.

There was silence from the other side of the comms. "Price!" I yelled, desperately.

"We gotta get you healed Red, don't move and stay where you are. That's an order sergeant."

...

I opened my eyes and was met with a view of a sunset. I thought about how long I was asleep. "We're landing soon." Laswell approached me and said. I hummed and stared back at the tiny airplane window.

"Are you excited to see the guys again?" I sighed, "Well only Price because i only know him" A small smile formed on my face but quickly disappeared after reminding myself of the dream i had earlier.

Only i wish it was a dream, but unfortunately it was another memory from the life i abandoned long ago.

Laswell's eyes softened and she placed her arm over mine. "I'm proud of you for coming back Scarlett, Price is so thrilled to see you again."

I smiled again "Thank you" my voice was quiet but enough for her to hear it. I can't lie that I was anxious about coming back to the field, only this time not as a soldier.

"They never found his body, did you know that?"

I was met with silence, Laswell cleared her throat a little bit.

"I know-" "For all we now he could still be out there Kate. Alone and scared.. what if-"

"Scarlett that was three years ago." She shut me up quickly. I turned my head to look at her, not even noticing the tears prickling my eyes.

"I'm sorry but you know we did everything to find him, the possibilities of him being alive now are so low" She stared at me with pity.

I breathed in and tried to calm myself. "I'm sorry, i shouldn't be talking about it anymore"

I turned my head back to the window again, I had to be calm and collected and not show a hint of weakness to anyone anymore. And i shouldn't be sad in front of Price, I feel like he was done with my breakdowns by now.

---

The cold air was so refreshing and needed as I was leaving the airplane. As soon as I turned to Kate to take my bag i felt something heavy and warm on me.

"Bloody hell Scarlett, who told you it was a good idea to wear a leather jacket in this weather?"

I jumped a bit when i heard the deep voice only to see Price putting his jacket on me.

"Price!" I smiled and practically jumped on him while he was laughing at me. "Hey kid, good to see you again"

I looked at him again and couldn't stop smiling, he patted my head meanwhile messing up my hair.

We haven't seen each other in so long it felt so euphoric to see him again. "As much as I don't wanna ruin your moment, Price it would be nice of you to help with the bags" Kate yelled from behind us.

"Ah right- hey Red" Red. "Welcome back." Price smiled and jogged a little bit to Kate. I watched him from a far that nickname still in my mind, let's hope he doesn't call me that again or else I'm gonna throw up.

[dalekofchaos]

Life Is Strange spin off ideas

Let's say Deck Nine decided to make spin off games like BTS. That expand on beloved side characters. Here is what I’d love to see.

Rachel In The Dark Room. Here we would explore how Rachel got in the Dark Room. Explore Rachel’s relationships with Chloe, Nathan, Frank, Jefferson, Victoria and the Vortex Club, how Rachel was a beloved figure at Blackwell, show the grooming and abuse that Rachel endured and how everyone in her life ignored all the signs. Just show how everyone in her life either used Rachel, didn’t care or abused her and show Frank and Jeffershit for the predatory bastards that they are

Kate and Victoria after The Storm. Here it would be about recovery, healing and reconnecting. We would find out Kate made it out in time before the storm. I think Kate and her family would move to Seattle and we’d have a chance for Kate and Victoria to reconnect. It would be about reconnecting, forgiveness and working through their shared trauma. Bonus points. Chasemarsh happens!

Warren. Two scenarios for Warren. If you saved Arcadia Bay, it would be about Warren helping Max through the worst period in her life and helping Max live again. Warren would be Max’s angel to a same degree as to what Rachel was to Chloe. Warren would be there for Max in her mourning and grieving period and helped her move on from Chloe’s death. It could end with Warren and Max going Ape If you saved Chloe. We would learn that Warren is the only survivor in Arcadia Bay.(physically in Arcadia Bay) We would also learn that Warren was the one putting blankets on the bodies. The direction I think this could go would be for Warren searching for Max and Chloe to make sure that they are okay

Nathan. A game about Nathan would be Nathan’s downward spiral. We could see how the boy in BTS becomes the boy we know and hate in LIS. This could focus on Nathan’s relationships with Samantha and Victoria. Sean would most likely see Sam as a distraction in the way of Nathan and the “Prescott family destiny” so he enlists the help of his old friend Mark Jefferson.  Either Sam leaves Arcadia Bay or she becomes one of Jefferson’s first victims in Arcadia Bay. Yes, I know she is not listed as missing. But Samantha could’ve been one of the sad cases of Jefferson not caring enough to memorialize Sam in the red binders. He could’ve viewed her as a disappointment. The worst part? Nathan would be so messed up mentally and emotionally, Jefferson would’ve seized upon the opportunity to gaslight Nathan into believing he killed Sam. Also, I’ve always had this feeling that Jefferson has been doing his thing longer than the events of the game. Been going on for years. In Seattle, LA, all around the country. It’s just now with his old friend funding the Dark Room, Jefferson has the perfect set up. The tragic thing is that no one cared enough to look for her. Sam did not have someone like Chloe who cared enough to put up missing person posters. Sean would do his best to gaslight his son into making him believe that Sam left him all alone which would be perfect for Sean. Her mother would care, but knowing Sean Prescott, he will probably bribe her to keep quiet. That’s the sad thing, we don’t know how many dark room victims who went missing and those victims might be people Jefferson did not deem worthy of being a part of his collection and Samantha could very well be unfortunate enough to be a victim to die and not be remembered. Not knowing what happened to the only person who treated him with real kindness or knowing that his father is right, leads Nathan on a downward spiral, which eventually shows a scene of Sean introducing Nathan to his dear old friend Mark Jefferson. “He will help guide you to greatness and your family destiny.” Guiding Nathan to the Dark Room and the character Nathan would become in Life Is Strange.

A game where we play as Lyla, because goddamn it we deserved so much more Lyla. Could be about the early years of Sean and Lyla’s friendship or it could be about Lyla before and after the Seattle Incident. We would see how Lyla is coping with the situation. Starts with us as Lyla preparing for the party and after Sean leaves with Daniel, it is about Lyla personally defending the Diaz brothers, insisting their innocence and just feeling alone. But Lyla keeps her sanity by keeping in contact with Sean and it ends with either Lyla reuniting with Sean in the Redemption ending or Lyla reuniting with Sean in Puerto Lobos. 

A game where we continue the Parting Ways ending. We could either play as Chris and Daniel much like this fan made series. Bonus points if Sarah Lee joins Daniel and Chris and becomes apart of their super hero trio! or we play as Sean and Finn or Cassidy and their lives in Puerto Lobos. I don’t have much info on this hypothetical spin off cause writer’s block. But basically it shows that despite the Wolf Brothers being separated. They are okay and happy, but ideally it would end with Sean’s innocence being proven and Sean being able to go home and reunite with Daniel.

[finnicus-gayicus]

Eddie fix-it fic I'm working on because I can't cope with him being dead. (PT 1)

Some things in life are simple, easy. The year was 1986, late August. It had been about five months since the fight with Vecna/Henry/One. Max was still comatose, and according to the doctors, essentially braindead. Eleven had tried everything to get her back, but she couldn't find her. It was as if her mind had been erased. Lucas kept visiting her nearly every day, insisting that one day she'd wake up and he wanted to be there for her when she did. School had started a week ago, and now the kids were juniors in high school. Jim Hopper, Joyce, Jonathan, and Will Byers were back, although Hopper remained hiding in his old cabin. He had explained that it'd be difficult to come back and explain where he'd been for the last eight months. Everyone that had remained in Hawkins had welcomed Joyce and the boys back with open arms of course, but the town was basically in ruins. Some buildings still functioned, trying to work as if the massive earthquake hadn't happened five months ago, dividing Hawkins into four pieces. But moving on was hard. So many homes had been destroyed, so many lives lost. Many former residents deemed Hawkins irreparable, and simply moved on, starting new lives in different cities. The residents that did stay, try as they might, continued to live normal lives. As normal as it could be. The massive trenches from the "earthquake" were deemed too unstable to build over and there were fences surrounding them, preventing people from getting too close to the perilous edge.

At least it didn't glow anymore.

The Upside Down gate seemed dead, the orange and red hues not making an appearance since three days after it had formed and Hawkins was showered in the ash. No one had been able to figure out why the ash had fallen, luckily many people assumed it was just ash from the fires that had been spread. But the group knew better. It wasn't a good sign.

It had been five months, though, and nothing else had happened. When she wasn't in the hospital trying to find Max, Eleven tried nearly every day from the safety of Hopper's cabin to find Vecna, but her efforts were fruitless. If it weren't for Will, they would've assumed everything would be ok. But Will kept saying that Vecna was still alive, still fighting. He could feel his presence. Mike was unfortunately in denial, saying that since El couldn't find Vecna it had to mean he was dead. That had led to a massive fight, unfortunately, and the results had divided the party. It seemed that their party was over. With Lucas glued to his seat in the hospital next to Max's bed playing Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush on repeat, Will and Mike's fight, El trying every single day to find someone, Dustin had no choice but to try to do something. He'd tried to keep the party together, tried to get Mike to get his shit together and apologize to Will, tried to be supportive of El by bringing her snacks and comics as a way to help her relax somewhat, sitting with Lucas for a few hours at a time. But his efforts seemed futile.

The only ones who seemed to be somewhat normal and had their shit together was the teenagers. Nancy and Jonathan were still together, although the relationship seemed strained. Robin and Steve refused to date, most likely because Steve was being too much of a little bitch to actually ask her out. They both had lost their jobs at the video store, due to it collapsing into the Upside Down. They now worked at the grocery store, volunteering on their days off to help with the disbanded party. Steve kept his babysitter role and was very serious about it. He and Dustin seemed to be the only ones trying to keep everyone together. He and Dustin unfortunately didn't hang out much anymore, Steve always making excuses to be alone. Even Steve couldn't get through to Mike, and had given up trying months ago. It seemed like Steve had given up on a lot of things, but tried to be there for everyone all the less. It seemed like everyone had given up.

"Vecna would want us to be separated!" Dustin had insisted. "That way we couldn't help each other-"

"Oh my god Dustin!" Mike had yelled outside Hopper's cabin. It was April, about a month after everything had happened. "Vecna is dead! He can't come back, he won't come back!"

"How do you know that?" Dustin had demanded. "Will says-"

"Fuck what Will says! El can't find him, so he has to be dead!"

"Mike, you weren't there! Steve and Nancy and Robin all said that there wasn't a body. He's still out there." Dustin was getting angry now. Everything was stupid. This whole situation was dumb. They shouldn't be fighting like this, they had to stick together.

"Maybe he crawled off and died?" Mike had insisted. "El can't find him. According to Nancy he had been lit on fire and she shot him like a dozen times with a sawed off shotgun. No one could survive that! Hopper said that he killed the demodogs with a gun, Vecna couldn't have survived."

"Mike! You. Weren't. There. You were hiding out with Will and El in a pizzeria, you didn't even go to the Upside Down. Things work differently there. If Will says he can still feel Vecna then that means he's still out there." Dustin was getting fed up. Mike and Will needed to make up, Mike needed to get his head out of his ass. As much as Dustin would love for Vecna to be dead and for them to live their normal lives again, it didn't look like that was the case.

"Maybe Will was just sensing the demogorgon, or maybe the Mind Flayer. El can't find Vecna. If he was there she'd find him." They were just going around in circles.

"Mike-"

"No, Dustin. I'm done. I'm going back and sitting with Eleven." Mike had then turned around and went back into the cabin, slamming the door shut and leaving Dustin standing alone outside, the chilly spring air clinging to his exposed hands and face.

That was four months ago. Mike refused to talk to Dustin, barely tolerating his presence when he came by to hang out with Eleven and check in on her. Dustin tried to talk to Will, too, but even he didn't want anything to do with the old group. He had locked himself in his room, and according to Jonathan didn't even leave his room unless it was for the bathroom or grabbing something to eat. Even then, though, Jonathan had said that most of the time he'd only eat if he or Joyce brought him something. They had moved into a different house, the old one having been destroyed during the splitting.

Suzie was still a safe space for Dustin, the two of them still talking every night on the radio. Most of the time it was just Dustin venting about his friends and the shitty situation, leaving out some details. He didn't want her to get sucked into their shit show. She would give logical, sound advice that Dustin completely agreed with, but he knew his friends didn't think the same way. Tonight, however, Suzie wasn't able to talk for very long. She apparently got in trouble for skipping her chores and her radio time was going to be limited to once a week for a month. Dustin didn't know how he was going to manage. They were only able to talk for a half hour before she had to go, leaving Dustin alone in his room.

The silence was unbearable, so he had taken his mom's record player into his room. He was slowly gathering a small collection of vinyls, mostly some popular songs as well as a few metal ones. The metal ones being thanks to Eddie Munson.

Eddie…

Eddie had died in the Upside Down five months ago. He had given Dustin the most metal concert ever, playing Master of Puppets by Metallica to distract the demobats and draw them away from Vecna's house while Steve, Nancy, and Robin attacked him. Unfortunately, despite the awesome job they did of fortifying Eddie's trailer, they weren't able to seal everything off. Dustin had managed to get through the gate, but Eddie had stopped, slicing the rope and gaining the attention of the demobats. He had saved Dustin, saved Hawkins from the demonic beasts. Giving his life in the process.

"I love you, man."

The words ached in Dustin's chest. He got up from his bed and siffted through his record collection, deciding to forego his vow of silence on a school night. He found the record he was searching for, pulling it out of its sleeve and setting it up. He hit play and his room was filled with heavy guitar riffs, drums beating methodically. He sat on his bed and closed his eyes, remembering just how awesome it had been with Eddie standing on top of the trailer, putting his soul into the instrument. The red lighting, the vibration from the amp tickling his feet and spreading up through his body. The pure energy that filled the air and himself. Listening to the vinyl didn't have the same effect on Dustin as it had when Eddie had played it, but the song made him feel somewhat closer to him. But the song wasn't the only thing he and Eddie had.

He reached over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, sifting through it until he came across a polaroid. It was a picture of the Hellfire Club, the members posing and smiling at the camera. He stared at it fondly, his eyes stinging with tears as a couple silently fell down his cheeks.

"Never change, Dustin Henderson. Promise me?"

The tears came harder, dripping down onto his lap as a soft sob wracked his body. His hand holding the polaroid trembled. His chest aches, his eyes stung, his throat was tight. Everything hurt.

A soft knock came from his door. "Dusty?" His mom's soft voice came from the other side. "Dusty, sweetie, are you ok?"

"Y-yeah, Mom." He so blatantly lied, his voice thick with tears as his shoulders shuddered.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about it honey?"

"N-no. I just… I just wanna be alone." He managed.

"Ok sweetie. If you need me I'll be in the living room. Goodnight baby." He could hear his mom's footsteps quietly leave. He sat there, turning his attention back to the picture of his friends. He wished he could go back in time, go back to when he had first joined the Hellfire Club. He wished he could go back even further, to when he and Mike, Will, and Lucas had been fighting the demogorgon, with the only consequences being their characters losing HP. He still needed to give Will those comics.

Suddenly his bedside lamp flickered. Once. Twice. Three times. Dustin wiped his face off, his eyes wide. His heart stopped, and he scrambled to grab his radio from his desk as the light kept flickering. Not again. Not again.

He was about to speak into the radio, his eyes trained on the lamp, when he paused. The light stopped flickering. Then it started again.

Tap tap tap.

Pause.

Tap, tap, tap.

The three flicks were drawn out.

Tap tap tap.

Then went back to being quick.

There was another pause, before the light started flickering again. Three quick taps, three drawn out ones, then three more quick ones.

Morse code.

SOS.

Dustin blinked as the light kept flickering, buzzing. He set the radio down, walking slowly over to the lamp. The taps continued, pausing each time after spelling out SOS.

"... Eddie?"

[izzielizzie]

Rough on the Surface but You Cut Through Like a Knife

summary: When Bronwyn Rojas ends up next to the ever obnoxious Nate Macauley in Spanish class, she doesn’t really mean to hit him with a book. Well, she does, but she doesn’t expect to end up in the principal’s office with him. And she definitely doesn’t expect to find him amusing.

alternatively: Bronwyn hits Nate with a book and a long overdue conversation ensues (AU)

title from Willow by Taylor Swift

I’m about to drop into my regular seat in AP Spanish, my last class of the day, when Señora Trias calls “Don’t sit yet niños, we have some seat switching to do!”

I groan along with the rest of the class and catch Kate’s eye. We’ve sat together the entire year. I don’t even think I know anyone else in my class. She shrugs in a resigned sort of way. Señora Trias is a force to reckoned with, and we both know she’ll never let us stay in the same seats. We follow the teacher’s instructions, and I’m too busy trying to figure out the complicated dance we’re doing - row one to the left, row two to the right, front to back and back to front - that I don’t even notice that I’ve ended up next to a boy in a ratty leather jacket. 

Ugh. Nathaniel Macauley. The school’s notorious drug dealer/womanizer/delinquent/major headache. 

And this headache is smirking at me.

“Can I help you?” I ask.

“Nope, I’m all good… partner.”

I hate the way he says that word, it’s suggestive and disgusting and I suppress a shudder, turning instead to the front of the room, where we’re reviewing pluscuamperfecto. As a native Spanish speaker, I can confidently say I have no idea what the heck that is. 

“This is pointless,” Nate grumbles.

“Shhh,” I whisper back, taking a glance at his sharp jaw and deep blue eyes. I’ve known Nate from a distance my whole life, we’ve gone to the same schools since kindergarten, but this is the first time we’ve been so close - or exchanged words - in years.

I look back to the teacher, who’s now going over conjugations. I scribble them down in my notebook as Nate tips his chair back on two legs, rocking back and forth. 

“You’re going to kill yourself,” I inform him.

“Wow Rojas, I didn’t know you cared.”

I scoff and Señora Trias sends us a sharp look. “Señorita Rojas. Señor Macauley, no talking.”

I give Nate a sharp look. “Now look what you’ve done,” I hiss, feeling the reprimand as if it had been thrown at me. Nate just smirks. 

“You’ve never been in trouble have you?” he asks. I ignore him and he barks out a laugh, my silence serving as an answer. “Wow Rojas, I knew you were straight laced but I didn’t know you were that straight laced.”

And we all know you’re not I think, remembering the drug bust rumor Kate was whispering about last week. 

Nate clearly can tell I’m not interested in listening to him, so in the time it takes me to pull out the short novel we’re reading in class from my bag and read about a chapter, Nate doesn’t say a word. When I’m copying down the questions our teacher wrote on the board onto my notebook, he starts talking.

“What’s the answer to one?”

“Solo español por favor!” Señora Trias calls from the front of the class. I give Nate a triumphant look, expecting him to be unable to follow the teacher’s instruction of only talking in Spanish. Unfortunately this is Spanish class. And Nate’s not an idiot. He repeats the question in the correct language, and I decide that I’d be better off ignoring him. 

After a few moments, I can feel Nate leaning over my shoulder. I look over to see his eyes on my paper.  

“Stop that,” I whisper. 

“Spanish only,” he whispers back.

“That wasn’t even in Spanish!”

“Neither was that,” Nate points out. 

I huff and go back to my paper, flipping through my book to find the answer to my next question. 

“Help meeeee,” Nate whispers. 

“Shut up,” I say.

“Bronwynnnnnn.”

“Shhh.”

“Rrrrrrojas.”

My sister once told me about out of body experiences when we were children, and at the time I had scoffed because the supernatural does not exist. But when I close my book - marking my page with my finger because I’m not a philistine - and swing it straight into Nate’s face, I swear I’m not controlling myself at all.

“Would you shut up?” I snap as an unnatural silence overtakes the room. I look around for the first time, meeting stricken faces. Kate’s looking at me like she’s never met me before. 

“Bronwyn Rojas,” Señora Trias says dangerously. I risk a glance at Nate and feel a flash of sympathy when I see a red mark on his cheek. But he’s smirking at me so maybe he deserved it. 

I’m frozen, not quite sure what to say. Señora Trias points to the door. “Principal. Both of you.”

“Both!” Nate and I say at the same time.

“Yes, look at that you’re in sync, no use that rhythm to get to the office.” 

Not the best witty comment around, all things considered, but since Señora Trias looks like she’s ready to commit murder so I let it slide.

“So let me get this straight,” Principal Gupta says, staring at Nate and I, sitting side by side in the uncomfortable chairs in Gupta’s office. “You two were partnered in Spanish class, Bronwyn you were annoyed with Nathaniel, so you hit him with a book?”

Nate tips his chair back and I kick at his ankle. He kicks back. 

“Bronwyn.”

“Yes, sorry. This is correct,” I say. Principal Gupta stares at me. I’ve been getting a lot of stares lately. She opens her mouth to say something, but before she can, the secretary appears at the door.

“There’s a problem in the cafeteria,” she informs Gupta, who sighs. She looks sharply at us. 

“I am going to be gone for ten minutes tops. Please refrain from murdering each other.”

I nod vehemently while Nate tips his chair back farther, his smirk growing. I count backwards from fifty in my head just to make sure Gupta is really gone before wheeling back towards him. I push down on the arm of his chair with all my might. Nate crashes to the ground, a look of shock on his face.

“Jesus Bronwyn.”

“Stop tilting your gosh darn chair” I hiss, my face only a few inches away from his. I can see myself reflected back in his dark blue eyes. I look mildly deranged. He smirks again and I raise my hand. He flinches away. Ha. Take that. 

He holds up his hands in surrender, leaning away from me. “Would it make you feel better if I sat on the floor Rojas?”

“Yes, yes it would.” 

Nate slides to the ground, and before I can realize what’s happening, he’s pulling me down by the waist. “What the heck?” I ask.

Nate shrugs. “If I have to sit on the floor, then you do too.” He pauses for a beat. “And your legs look good in that skirt.

I slap his shoulder. “Jackass!”

Nate laughs. “She swears!” he announces to an audience of… no one. 

“Why is that notable?” I ask, self-consciously tucking my legs underneath myself, ignoring my tingling waist where Nate’s fingers ended up under my shirt. 

“Because a minute ago you said ‘gosh darn’ and not even grandmothers would say that Rojas.”

I can feel my face flush, but I cross my arms anyway. My little sister always teases me about how I don’t swear. Not that she swears either. “Is it really a bad thing?”

“Yes.”

I flush more, irritated at myself that Nate’s opinion matters this much to me. He senses that I’m done talking because he looks straight ahead at Gupta’s desk, where we can just make out a picture of her and her daughter.

“How’s your sister doing? Maeve, right?” Nate asks, and I turn to stare at him in shock. My sister Maeve left elementary school with cancer a long time ago. Nate was just starting to know her - they were on the same soccer team - and I don’t expect him to remember her, let alone her name.

“Yeah, it’s Maeve,” I say, my tone considerably softer. Nothing makes me happier than my sister. “She’s okay.”

“She’s in remission right?” 

I turn my body so I’m looking straight ahead at him, a concession maybe. My anger is ebbing, and I’m sort of guilty about that bruise on his face. “She is. Thank you for asking.” Not many people do. 

“You’re welcome.” What he says next surprises me so much I almost miss what he says: “Want to talk about it?”

I look at him for a moment, at his dark eyes and smattering of freckles and his closed off expression, and I can’t help the feeling that he’s being serious. And I don’t know why that’s so off putting.

I shrug, trying to figure out what to say. “It just sucks, you know?” I finally land on.

Nate nods. “I know.” I think back to his mother’s funeral, the dark, rainy morning where he stood in an old suit, his father too drunk to even show up. I kept thinking about Maeve, about how some day I might have to stand in the same place, shouldering the burden of a million worlds. 

I imagine that’s how it feels to lose someone.

I feel the need suddenly, to make those eyes light up so I shift slightly closer to him and pluck at the sleeve of his leather jacket. 

“Hey, remember when we were locked in that music room at St. Pi?” I ask.

Nate glances over at me through hooded eyes, his eyelashes unnaturally long. He nods, a half smile on his lips. “I remember. Sixth grade right?”

“Yeah.” I remember that day like it was yesterday. We had been arguing - much like today - in the middle of a music class, and our teacher sent us to the storeroom to sort flutes until we calmed down or something. But we - and the teacher - had forgotten that the door to the store room door locked from the outside. Nate and I were locked in for nearly an hour, which to twelve year olds, felt like forever.

“It was a pretty good day you know?”

“Really? I thought I threw a clarinet case at you.”

“Well you did,” Nate says. “But you know… it was nice. You’re nice.”

“Aww.”

“But you are violent.”

“Touché,” I admit.

He smiles at me, his eyes soft, and I smile back. I’m about to reach up to touch the bruise on his face when Gupta comes back, breezing through the door like she’s floating. She groans when she sees us. 

“Why are you on the floor?”

“Heat rises,” Nate says with a shrug.

“It’s November."

Nate and I just look at each other and smile. We climb back into our seats, and when he tips his chair back, I don’t say anything. And when I say “gosh” instead of “god” when I’m assuring Gupta that “I swear to gosh I didn’t mean to hit him I’m so sorry” Nate doesn’t even bat an eye.

Truce, I guess. 

Gupta spends ten minutes talking about pressure and how sometimes we cave but if Nate forgives me it’s okay before she lets us leave. Nate and I mockingly shake hands before we get up and it’s… nice. 

The bell has already rung, so we turn in opposite directions, me to physics and him to gosh knows where when he turns to me.

“Hey, want to go to the mall on Saturday? You can buy me a pretzel for my troubles.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll throw something at you?”

Nate grins his Macauley grin. “I think I’ll risk it, Rojas.”

My smile is his answer.

[beastenraged]

Say. How would Clint meeting with a decidueye go? Him being just done over the fact that there's a Pokemon who literally shoot arrow. With a bow and all. Ha. Maybe he found a hurt rowlete and took it home? Because really. They're cute! Or the little rowlete just see Clint using bow and arrow like a pro and go !!!! My human! And got attached. Unfortunately they didn't account for the fact that Mama Decidueye would come looking and shooting arrow at Clint to get her hatchling back.

Oh no, you've inspired me! Have a short ficlet.

"Your partner fits you pretty well," Kate notes from Clint's side as they both watch his Decidueye take potshots at the Hydra agents below.

"Huh. I guess." Clint shrugs. Birdlike partner with arrows, next to man with bird codename and arrows? Yeah, he can see that.

-

But it wasn't always that way.

-

At ten years old, every child gets a partner. A protector, of sorts. 

Some of those partners will grow and evolve right side along you, changing as your life does. Others stay the same forever, only varying in what powers they could bring to bear. 

A lot of people think you can predict a person’s future by what shape their partner takes at ten years old. 

Just having turned ten himself, Clint Barton isn’t sure how true that is. 

For one thing, he didn’t expect to get an owl. A plant owl, that only stares at him uselessly. Does nothing as Dad beats him and Barney every night, after drinking his way through the money. 

He guess he couldn’t really expect more out of it, when even Barney’s Stunky can’t do much against Dad’s Rhydon. Still hurts. 

All it does catch mice. That’s it. 

He lays his head on his arms, looking at the owl as it looks at him back. 

“You’re kind of useless, aren’t you?”

Rowlet watches him with round black eyes, before it tilts its head back to choke down a mouse. 

-

Rowlet becomes Dartrix the moment Clint learns his parents are dead. Barney’s partner doesn’t evolve, and they never figure out if that’s a good or bad thing. 

Dartrix is even more of a pain in the ass than Rowlet was, and Rowlet was pretty useless already. 

The bird’s fussy about how clean it is. It won’t let Clint get any sleep until it’s properly groomed, a real pain in the ass. 

Barney laughs at him and Clint throws the grooming brush at him. Stupid thing’s full of Stunky’s stinky fur again, asshole. 

Dick.

Once they run away to the circus, Dartrix becomes a little more useful. Still fussy, still demanding those daily cleanings. But also...

Clint practices his shooting, his trickshots, Dartrix right by his side. The owl contributes razor sharp leaves alongside razor sharp arrows. Twinned together, landing in each other’s shadows.

A two in one act, just like the Swordsman and his Bisharp. A way to really make a living. 

For once, Clint thinks he’s done it. He’s found his place. Finally.

(But that’s not true, is it?)

-

Seeing the Swordsman stealing, Clint steps in without any expectation that Dartrix will too. Even against another person’s partner. 

It never did against Dad’s Rhydon, after all. 

It’s just Clint. Like it’s always been. Just Clint. 

Before Bisharp cuts him, a flick of an arrow flies between them. Making the partner back off. Clint looks up. 

It’s his Dartritx. But not. Bigger now, colored brown and red, evolved one last time.

He knows its new name. 

Decidueye. 

It nods to him and Clint knows what it means without a word needing to be said. 

I’ll stand beside you. 

You won’t be alone. 

Never again. 

-

Deciding to split ways, to not see each other again, that’s when Barney’s Stunky becomes a Skuntank. 

Clink decides not to read too much into that. Or the fight they have afterwards, the one that ends with Decidueye standing triumphant over a dazed Skuntank. 

(He has to, for the sake of his own state of mind.)

-

When he’s recruited by his first spy agency, they look Decidueye over. One intern excitedly tells him that his particular Decidueye is the rarer Grass-Fighting variation, instead of the expected Grass-Ghost. 

“Best for fighting the Dark Types that are common around criminals. Pretty lucky for you!”

“Yeah.” 

He thinks back to that moment, when that arrow was the only thing standing between him and his mentor’s Bisharp. A Dark type. 

Of his brother’s Stunky. Skuntank, now.  

Decidueye tilts its hat at him. Clint looks away from the intern and their too bright blob of a companion. 

“Pretty lucky.”

A feathered wing reaches out to pat him on the shoulder. Wordless comfort. 

Clint smiles. 

What else can he do? Just him and Decidueye. Against the world. 

[kraekat29]

Chapter Two

After the ceremony I got to meet his cousin coven from Denali, Kate and Tanya were nice but Irina didn’t care for me too much, she blamed me for the death of Laurant.

JJ tried to interject but I held up my hand, “ I didn’t know about the wolves at that time Irina.. Laurant was going to kill me- and I was going to let him.” I said and JJ looked over at me, I never told him what I went through while he was gone, “ I don’t believe that. He wanted to be like us. “ Irina said and stormed off.

I took a deep breath, she wasn’t going to ruin my wedding, I turned toward JJ and smiled as he led me away from them.

Only I wasn’t expecting him to kneel down in front of me, making all eyes go on us once again, “ what are you doing?” I asked but he smirked and lifted the hem of my dress- oh no , no no no please not the garter.

But unfortunately I was right, he carefully bit the garter and drug it down with his teeth making my cheeks turn seven different shades of red as I avoided looking at anyone.

JJ smirked at me and twirled the garter around his finger, I glared at him from embarrassment as everyone laughed at me.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, “ another guest just arrived” he said and I looked at him confused, everyone invited was here.

JJ just smiled and led me towards the further end of the beach, “ I figured you might like to see him..” JJ said and I gasped seeing Rafe.

I immediately ran over and hugged him, “ how? I-i thought you ran away” I said in disbelief, “ yeah well I decided to come back for one night “ he said and hugged me back.

I turned and saw JJ was gone, I silently thanked him for the privacy, “ mind if I get one dance in?” Rafe asked and I smiled, “ always “ I said and wrapped my arms around his neck.

We danced in silence for a while, “ y’know I’m gonna miss you like this.. warm skin, bright smile.. two left feet” he teased and I laughed, “ you still got time” I said and he pulled back slightly.

I sighed and looked up at him, “ I didn’t want to spend my entire honeymoon writhing in pain so we decided I’d be changed once we came back” I said and he put the dots together, looking at me in disgust, “ are you stupid Ruby? Not while you’re still human” he said and I stiffened, “ that’s really none of your business “ I said and he growled, “ he’ll kill you” he said and gripped my arms painfully.

I squirmed in his hold , “ Rafe-“ I started but he gripped me tighter, I finally found my strength and pushed him off, “ let go!” I shouted and suddenly JJ was by my side, shoving me behind him, “ are you serious?! You’ll kill her!” Rafe yelled as Sarah and a few other of the wolves tried to pull him back.

And just like that Rafe was gone, I shook my head, tonight wasn’t about him, he’d made his choice and JJ was just trying to do something nice for me, with that thought in my mind I returned to everyone else.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Kiara zipped up my other dress, it was a white spaghetti strap thigh length dress with matching white heels, she slid my engagement ring over top of my wedding band and took my hair out of it’s low bun, letting the waves spring free.

I finally recognized myself as I walked out to JJ, blue button up and black pants, finally he was almost himself again.

He held his hand out to me and I didn’t hesitate to take it, I looked around, my mom couldn’t come because Phil had a baseball game- but my brother was alone in a corner.

My heart ached and I squeezed JJ’s hand before going over to John B, “ hey big bro..” I said quietly and suddenly he was engulfing me in his arms, he hadn’t hugged me this way since we were little kids.

I hugged him back just as tight, “ you take care of yourself alright? You know you can always come home..” he said, “ I know.. I’ll be careful, I promise “ I said and stepped back slightly.

I took one look at him and it almost made me not want to get in the car with JJ, but he had Sage now and I knew he’d be fine, “ everything’s all packed and ready to go” Kiara said and nodded towards the car, “ well you better get going..” he said and I nodded, giving him one last hug, “ I love you JB..” I said and he hugged me back, “ I love you too Rubes.. always will” he said and released me.

I took a deep breath and got in the passenger seat of my truck, I looked over at JJ, “ yeah.. I’m ready” I said and moved over to the middle seat.

He smiled and put his arm around me and just like that we were gone, it was only us now.

The thought made me smile, we finally had each other and that’s all that mattered.

[notallthosewho-wanderarelost]

Hawkeye 1x04 spoilers

Further random thoughts on Hawkeye episode 4 because why not. Also some Black Widow spoilers below.

No cut cause I’m on mobile, sorry.

Loved Kate bringing Christmas stuff and movies so Clint can celebrate. That sequence was adorable. Plus you can tell she feels bad that he’s stuck in New York because of her and is trying to make it up to him as best she can.

Clint teaching Kate how to aim a coin with that little round ornament was a great scene. That is, after all, what Clint’s real talent is. Not just archery, but the fact that he can use anything as a projectile. Now thinking about the Avengers Assemble episode where Clint’s in the tower alone, Zemo comes in trying to take it over, and Clint uses everything available including a slice of pizza as a weapon. That’s a great episode.

The marker thing was really funny. Although very much a thing CLINT would do in comics, not Kate. They really did just swap their roles and personalities around for this show.

The Grumpy Cat sweater! Yes. (I wish Coulson could see this, we know he’s a Grumpy Cat fan!)

Speaking of shirts- the Laika shirt made an appearance! Interesting that they gave it long sleeves as the original in comics was a short sleeve t-shirt. I think we have pictures of Hailee filming in a different location with that shirt on, so I’m expecting to see it again. :)

We got a closer look this episode and that is definitely a menorah in Kate’s aunt’s apartment. 🤔

The “Thanos was right” mug is funny but in a way that makes me mad. I hate that it feels accurate that people would be like that.

I like that Kate figured out Clint was Ronin, and she didn’t judge him for it. That was a great scene.

Got emotional when Clint talked about Natasha AND THEN HER VOICE PLAYED AND WE GOT NAT FLASHBACKS AND I CRIED. Loved hearing from Clint about how they met though. And poor Clint having those flashbacks. He’s clearly not okay.

Eleanor saying Natasha’s name when she was talking to Clint about how she doesn’t want Kate working with her though. Ugh. Leave her name out of your mouth, lady. And Eleanor is super shady? I have a feeling she’s working with Kingpin. (Or whoever else is behind the tracksuit mafia, but signs are really pointing to Kingpin imo.) Can’t decide if Kate having an overbearing-but-villain mom in the MCU is better or worse than the negligent-but-villain father she has in comics. Though, wasn’t there a reveal that her mom was secretly alive and also a villain? Guess Kate qualifies for Runaway membership lol.

I keep thinking that it’s weird that they got rid of Kate’s sister, but I guess they didn’t want to juggle another character and aside from the fact that it was at her wedding that Kate first become a hero, her sister is unfortunately kind of inconsequential.

Kate is really not close to her mom and it shows. She was not having it at all when her mom tried to tell her what to do. Just like the first episode when Eleanor wanted her to wear a red dress and she wore a black suit instead, only more serious now.

It’s kind of funny that Eleanor didn’t comment at all on the dog Kate suddenly has. But also kind of sad, like she doesn’t even care that her daughter has a dog now.

Kate being excited about LARPing and thinking the LARPers were cool was so wholesome. I really hope they give that lady her bag back.

Clint and Kate are going to get their final costumes from LARPers, I LOVE IT AND THAT’S SO ON BRAND.

Alright. The big one. YELENA SHOWED UP THIS EPISODE. YESSSS. Kind of hilarious that she shows up at the most inopportune moment to try and kill Clint. And Clint saying that “someone hired a Black Widow assassin.” Does that mean Natasha told him that the Red Room survived their purge and there are other Widows out there, or did he just recognize Yelena’s moves and equipment and connect some dots?

I’m wondering if this means he’s going to stumble across Valentina and/or the nascent Thunderbolts team while looking into where Yelena came from, or if he’s going to try to find out where this “hired” assassin came from and find absolutely nothing because Yelena is mostly going after him because she wants to as “revenge” for Natasha’s death. Not going to lie, the latter would be hilarious and I’m voting for that. Though Clint was a Thunderbolts member in comics at one point, so they may go the other route so he somehow winds up on the team? (Via blackmail because of his Ronin activities perhaps? Total shot in the dark there.)

I said this in tags already somewhere, but Kate not taking the shot on Yelena paralleling Clint’s story about the shot he didn’t take on Natasha makes me want to see them be superhero best friends who get into the craziest situations together. Kate gets into situations like she always does, while Yelena makes fun of her from the sidelines because that’s what Yelena does, and then she jumps into said situations in the nick of time to help Kate out because we know Yelena enjoys doing crazy death-defying stuff for fun. (The avalanche being “a cool way to die,” Yelena saying that the reunion to take down the Ref Room “was fun” as her last words before taking out Dreykov’s helicopter suicidally, she gets a kick out of these things and I love it.) It would be such a fun dynamic! Give me the crazy adventures of Yelena and Kate please!!

...Wait, I just realized, they both have dogs! Lucky can meet Fanny!!!

I’m now imagining Kate and Yelena roadtripping across the country with both of their dogs and getting into crazy superhero situations trying to take down small-time villains/gangs the entire time. Or small-time villains/gangs with one bigger villain behind them. (Madame Masque? Let’s make it Madame Masque please.) Yelena makes fun of the amount of stuff Kate packed to move cross-country (it’s everything she owns because she’s done with New York) and teaches her spy skills, while Kate teaches Yelena Americana pop culture stuff and appreciates the amount of pockets in her clothes. They can be on their way to LA. Obviously they stop in Ohio and visit Nat’s grave, and the house they lived in. They end up starting the MCU version of Hawkeye Investigations in LA at the end, only it’s a team effort so it’s Hawkeye and Widow Investigations. They bicker a lot about whose name gets to be first. Maybe it could be a running joke and they turn it into a competition that Kate somehow manages to win at the last minute. Someone write this fic please

To finish off, I feel like it’s worth pointing out that at the end of the episode Kate still has the watch, and Clint took the Ronin sword from Jacques earlier in the episode. I feel like both of those things are going to be important.

[avengerscompound]

The Surrogate - Chapter 16

The Surrogate:  A Clintasha Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Clint Barton x Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Word Count:  1714

Rating:  E

Warnings:  Pregnancy

Synopsis: A freak end of the world incident leads to meeting your two best friends, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff.  While your friendship with the two Avengers is anything but conventional, they are your all-time favorite people.  When you find out that Clint and Natasha want to start a family but have exhausted all their options, you realize your powerset might allow you to give them what they want.  Having your best friends’ baby might seem like a good idea on paper, but when you are as close as you, Clint, and Natasha are, will doing something so intimate mean feelings get a little mixed up?

Chapter 16

Natasha and Clint had both been attending birthing classes with you.  It made sense really, they both planned to be there and this was their baby you were growing, even if you had started to think with the word ‘our’ more now.  The classes were a little scary.  Having to watch birthing videos made you worry there would be some kind of complication.  It was one thing for your body to stretch to let out the little girl growing inside you, but if they had to do a cesarean then you were pretty sure she was going to get stuck.  There was no way your body would allow itself to go unhealed long enough to cut her out of you.

Still, even though the classes were a little stress-inducing, it was nice to see Clint and Natasha respond to them.  They each had their specialties and weaknesses and seeing them working together, it was easy to understand how they worked so well as a team.  While they both were fine watching the birthing videos, Clint watched on like it was a horror movie and he was waiting for the Xenomorph to punch its way out of the mother’s chest.  Natasha was much calmer about it, like seeing a baby passing out the birthing canal was just another standard day for her.  Clint was terrible at helping you with breathing exercises, he just couldn’t take them seriously and if you followed along you’d be prone to hyperventilating.  Whereas, Natasha was nothing if not calm and serious about them.  On the other hand, Natasha struggled to change a diaper on a doll, whereas Clint could do it blindfolded and with one hand tied behind his back.

The classes were just held by the doctor who would be delivering your baby at the compound and a couple of the nurses too.  Obstetrics wasn’t used a lot on-site, and while the doctor and one of the nurses were both experts, the rest of the staff were more versed at emergency patch-ups so they’d come along to brush up their knowledge before the big day.  It was good to not have to worry about people treating you strangely because Natasha and Clint were celebrities or because there were three of you.  Everyone at the compound was used to what the three of you had now.

As you left the class Clint was babbling about whether or not drugs would work for you for the pain.  “I don’t see why the drugs wouldn’t work.  I mean, my body would probably physically reject the needle if I got an epidural, but pethidine would be okay and they said they’d be me Nitrous Oxide if I want.”

“Can I use it?” Clint asked.

“No, you can’t, birdbrain,” Natasha teased.  “Go get your illegal drugs elsewhere.”

“You can just squeeze Nat’s hand extra tight,” Clint said.  “But not mine.  I need them for my job.”

Natasha laughed.  “And I don’t ever use my hands?”

“Not the way I do,” Clint argued.

You laughed and opened the door as you looked back at them.  “You guys are such…”

“Surprise!!”

The shout of the group of people currently in the apartment made you jump and you spun around to see the room filled with people to almost breaking point. The place was decorated with pink streamers and matching pearlescent balloons.  There was a banner along the wall that spelled out ‘Baby Shower’ in a gold script.  Pink pieces of card cut into circles hung from various points of the ceiling with the words ‘Baby Shower’ repeated again and again in the same font.  The dining table was laid out with fruit, finger sandwiches, dips, cheese, and crackers.  At the center of it all,  sitting on a raised cake stand was a round cake with pale pink frosting.  A banner made out of sugar paste flags spelled out ‘BABY GIRL’ around the side and a sugar paste stork stood on the top holding a pink bundle.

The coffee table had been moved to the side and was stacked high with gifts, all wrapped in some combination of pink, white, silver, and gold.

At the front of the group was Kate Bishop and Wanda Maximoff stood holding out glasses of champagne with what looked like red flowers blooming in the bottom of the glass.  “Happy baby shower, guys,” Kate said.

“You bad girls,” Natasha scolded, kissing each of them on the cheek and taking a glass.  “I thought we were doing this in the function room.”

“Yeah, but a surprise is better,” Kate said.  “Don’t you think?”

“I think you’re both lucky none of us were armed,” Clint said, taking a glass for himself.  “I was ready to kick some ass.”

“Why do you think we chose immediately after your birthing class to do this?”  Kate teased, handing a glass of champagne to Clint.  “We know Doctor Harding doesn’t let you take weapons with you.”

“Here this one is for you,” Wanda said, handing you a glass.  “Non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice.  I know it’s not that exciting, but at least you can participate.”

“It’s lovely, thank you, Wanda,” you said.  “What’s the flower at the bottom?”

“It’s a hibiscus,” she said.  “Kate and I were looking up ideas, and it seemed nice and fitted with the theme.”

“Is the theme pink?”  Natasha asked.

“I wanted to go purple,” Kate said.  “But Wanda wouldn’t let me.”

“Damn it, Wanda,” Clint joked.

“It’s not just your baby, Clint,” Wanda huffed.

“Oh, Wanda,” Natasha soothed.  “It’s lovely, you both did a great job.”

The three of you were practically dragged into the party and began to mingle.  Kate and Wanda had done a great job with the guest list.  All the Avengers were there, as were a lot of the other staff you, Clint, and Natasha were close to.  There were also family and friends from your old life pre-avengers, though they looked very overwhelmed by the whole experience.

Unfortunately, the sheer number of people at the party meant the apartment was over capacity.  There was barely any room to stand let alone sit.  As you mingled shoulder to shoulder with your friends, you started to long for a comfortable seat.

There was a tapping of glass and you turned around to see Tony standing on the arm of a chair.  “I think we all agree that surprising these three was a lot of fun, but this apartment is too small for this.  So how about they open gifts and we all move it to the function room?”

There was a cheer and you, Nat, and Clint were shuffled to the couch where you were made to take a seat and open gifts.

There were a lot of gifts.

It wasn't long before you started losing track of everything among the cute little onesies and tiny shoes, the three-tiered cakes made of diapers and bottles, stuffed toys, rattles, teethers, and little wooden pull-toys.  There were a few standouts.  Kate had gotten a little onesie with a purple chevron that looked like the exact copy of the t-shirt Clint practically lived in.  Carol brought an onesie that had I love my mommies and daddy on it with three big cartoon bunnies around a much smaller one.  Tony, Pepper, and Morgan bought a stuffed giraffe that was so big his horns brushed the roof.  Pepper made it clear it had nothing to do with her and all Tony and Morgan’s doing.

When all the gifts were unwrapped everyone started grabbing food and party games and carrying them over to the main building.  It was amusing seeing the huge flock of people moving through the halls carrying plastic babies and plates of sandwiches.

When the group arrived it spread out like fluid, expanding to fit the function rooms’ much larger space.  Food was laid out on the tables.  Games were set up.  People started helping themselves to drinks from the bar.

You grabbed yourself a drink and a selection of food and took a seat on the couch, putting your feet up.

“Is it wearing you out?”  Steve Rogers asked, coming to sit beside you.

“Yeah, I’m always starting to wane by now, she’s really active in there,” you explained.  “And with the birthing class as well.”

“Is she kicking now?  Can I feel?”  Steve asked.

“Sure,” you said, taking his hand and pressing it where she was currently kicking.  It took a moment, but she soon shoved against his hand with what felt like all her might.

“Wow, she’s a strong one,” Steve said with a smile.

You chuckled. “Well look at who her parents are,” you agreed.  “She’s going to be a fighter.”

“I guess she is,” Steve smiled.  “It was very selfless of you to offer to do this for them.  Especially given you must have had feelings for them when you did.”

“Well, the sparks, I guess,” you confirmed.  “They were my best friends - are my best friends.  This was their only chance to have kids, and you of all people should know what it feels like when there’s a good that can be done and it’s in your power to do it.”

Steve smiled affectionately at you.  “I guess I do.”

“It’s moot now anyway, we’re all in it together,” you said.

“How do you feel about that?”  Steve asked.

You smiled and nodded.  “It’s a little scary.  Didn’t exactly plan to be a parent.  But I’m excited.”

“Well, good,” Steve said.  “It’s not really conventional, and I’m not sure I totally get it, but I understand love, and Nat and Clint were never conventional.  I think the three of you have got this.”

“Thanks, Steve,” you said.  “That’s always good to hear.”

“Attention everyone!” Kate called out, over the P.A.  “I think it’s time to play some games, and I don’t know about you, but I’d like to see which of the three future parents can change a diaper the quickest.  So get up here you three.  Anyone else, if you’d like to challenge them, we have plenty of dolls and diapers, and there’s a prize.”

Steve chuckled.  “Sounds like you’re up.”

You laughed and shook your head as you pulled yourself to your feet.  Today was going to be a long and very strange day.

// NEXT

[dweetwise]

Dummy but make it thicc

[i have no idea what you're on about anon so my brain took an idea an ran with it. here’s a ridiculous dummy thicc reader sequel no one asked for]

warning for non-consensual ass slaps i guess?

Pyramid Head X dummy thicc f!reader (crack)

After the clapping incident with the Doctor, you felt ready to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. Nea kept snickering for days and Ace, the bastard, went on to tell the entire survivor camp about your unfortunate assventure at Léry’s. At least Jane shared your mortification and stayed by your side in solidarity while the others joked about you and the Doc.

When a harrowed Laurie returned from a trial with a new survivor in tow and announced the arrival of a new and terrifying killer, you were elated to have the attention shift from you.

It was only a matter of time before you woke up in a trial in the unfamiliar map of a crude replica of a school. You’re alone but eventually find a generator in one of the classrooms, crouching to repair it while listening to the ominous screeching of metal on concrete coming from somewhere within the building.

When you hear a heartbeat, you sneak away to a hole in the wall in a corner that you spotted earlier, ready for a quick escape. It’s impossible to tell if the killer is coming for you or chasing someone on the floor below you.

While sneaking over, you trip over something and pain flares up your leg--razor wire? What the fuck? You try to get loose, the wire digging into your ankles. Fuck. You need to get somewhere safe to pry off the sharp item. You glance at the vault leading to another room.

You carefully begin to squeeze through the opening in the wall, minding your injured legs. Shit, it’s a tight fit! You use your arms for leverage and manage to fit your ample bosom through the opening, but your hips are just way too thicc! You kick your legs for momentum, but the damn wire gets them tangled up together! You try to back out through the hole, but now your boobs are stuck. You sit there for a second, uselessly hanging from the vault with your thicc ass sticking out one one side of the wall and your generous breasts from the other. You scream out in frustration; why does this keep happening!?

“H-hello, y/n? Are you ok?” Dwight calls out from the hallway, peering into the room where your front half is currently situated. “Does it look like I’m ok?? I’m stuck, help me out!! And don’t you dare bring up the hospital--” you warn. “I wouldn’t! J-just tell me what to do!” Dwight assures, blushing from second hand embarrassment, no doubt. “...Go into the next room and push my ass.” “W-what!?” Dwight exclaims, beet red and looking scandalized. “I’m not getting back the way I came! So help me through!” “I couldn’t--” “Shut the fuck up and do it!”

Dwight disappears from the doorway and you hear him pitter patter to the other room. You hang your head in embarrassment and try to tell yourself that Dwight finding you is probably the best possible scenario. The boy is painfully shy and surely wouldn’t even dream of letting the others know about any of this--

“I’m gonna get one of the girls!” you hear Dwight’s muffled squeak through the wall before he sprints off in search of the others. “DWIGHT YOU COWARD! GET BACK IN HERE AND TOUCH MY ASS!!” you yell in frustration, uselessly pounding on the wall with your fists.

Before you can make too much of a scene, you hear the heartbeat approach again and ease up on your tantrum. You hear heavy footsteps in the room you were just in (and where half of you technically still is) and hold your breath while the heartbeat keeps getting louder, praying to whatever deity that the killer doesn’t find you in this embarrassing position.

There’s the familiar sound of a generator being kicked, and then the heartbeat vanishes. You let out a sigh of relief; seems the killer didn’t want to waste time looking around in the room--

You let out a startled yelp when you feel something smacking playfully against your behind. Trying to twist around to glare at the perpetrator, you remember the wall is blocking your view. Who the fuck would--

A dark, echoing chuckle through the wall interrupts your thoughts, followed by the heartbeat blaring in your ears. You feel cold sweat start trickling down the back of your neck; the killer had found you! But instead of slashing you with his weapon, he had... spanked you?? What was he playing at? Your feel another swat against your buttocks.

“Hey! Stop it, you creep!” you yell out, trying to kick the killer with your legs but end up just floundering like a fish on dry land, the killer chuckling in amusement at your antics. Suddenly a metallic ‘clank’ through the wall can be heard, followed by the killer letting out a surprised grunt.

“Back the FUCK off, you bastard!!” you hear Yui’s voice, sounding absolutely pissed and ready to throw fists on your behalf. “Yeah! G-get away from her, or else!” Dwight’s voice follows, clearly trying to be brave for you. “You heard him, assface!” Yui keeps taunting the killer while Kate sneaks into the room you’re in. “Are you okay y/n? What happened?” Kate whispers, barely concealed panic on her features. “I got stuck and the killer found me and is slapping my ass,” you mutter in defeat, more embarrassed than anything, just done with the whole situation. You idly listen in as Yui has proceeded to yell Japanese profanities at the killer, who is clearly trying to communicate something by interrupting her with the occasional grunt and groan. “Aww geez, I’m so sorry,” Kate offers, cringing in sympathy. “We’ll get ya out of this hun, just hang in there,” she encourages, kneeling down beside you to offer companionship. “Not like I have a choice,” you say, rolling your eyes.

The argument of the other side of the wall abruptly stops, and soon Yui’s head pokes in from the doorway.

“The killer’s gonna help us get you unstuck!” Yui announces. “How the fuck did you even--” you try to ask, wondering how she could have possibly arrived to the conclusion from the unintelligible shouting match. “We’re gonna push from this side, Kate you pull, ok? On three!” Yui interrupts and bolts back to the other room. 

You feel someone start untangling the barbed wire from your feet, but before you can even stretch your legs as the wire comes loose, the trio apparently gets into position to start pushing you. You feel cool metal against the entirety of your buttocks, flinching from the sensation but steeling yourself as Kate grabs your arms.

“One... two... THREE!” Yui shouts.

On the cue, Pyramid Head shoves against your ass with the flat side of his helmet, while Yui and Dwight push the bottom of the helmet from either sides, and Kate pulls on your arms, feet flat on the wall for better leverage.

“Woah!” you yelp as your ass finally slips through the wall and you land on Kate, sprawling out inelegantly on top of the blonde. “That’s what I’m talking about!” Yui cheers through the hole, no longer muffled. She gives Pyramid Head’s helmet an encouraging smack. “Thanks for the help! And, uh, sorry for throwing the flashlight at you earlier.”

Dwight rushes into the room to help you up on your feet, with Yui and the killer following shortly after.

“Soo...” Kate drawls, dusting off her tank top. “Ya gonna kill us, or...?” she glances at the killer, who shakes his head and motions for you to follow him. “I think he wants to farm,” Yui, apparently now fluent in monster lingo, explains. “Works for me,” you say, relieved to have the whole thing over and done with. The three of you start to follow the killer through the school, practically getting a guided tour of the unfamiliar building.

Later, when Dwight is opening the exit gate and Yui and Kate are arguing over a purple med-kit, you sneak up to the unsuspecting killer, giving his ass a hard SMACK. The killer flinches in surprise while you blush in embarrassment, not expecting the flesh to be so... firm. You stare at the generous, round globes and barely resist the urge to grope.

“Uh... That’s for earlier!!” you say when the killer turns around to face you, puffing yourself up in challenge and trying to hide your blush. The killer snorts, crossing his arms and tilting his head in a silent challenge.

“B-besides--you got two slaps on me! If anything you owe me one!” you ramble on, embarrassment setting in at the words flowing out of your mouth. The killer gives a hearty chuckle, before--you can barely believe it--turning around to indulge you.

“What the fuck,” you hear Yui mutter.

The killer proceeds to further surprise you, bending to grab the hem of his apron, before starting to pull it up to reveal his--

“OKAYWE’RELEAVINGBYE!!” Dwight squeaks out in mortification, bolting out through the now open exit with a giggling Kate and stunned Yui in tow, leaving you alone with an eyeful of bare killer ass.

[i had way too much fun writing this. inspired by that one dbd screenshot of ph’s ass]

[peppersonironi]

Batfam Whumptober Day Five

{Read on Ao3}

No.5: On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

Summary: Damian is sent to rescue Red Robin from a sting-gone-wrong, but finds Tim more than a little roughed up. Damian panics at the sight of his heavily wounded brother, and strains to keep him alive long enough for help to arrive.

A/N: I think this might be my favorite work this month! It took way longer than expected, and I'm sorry for that, but I hope it's worth it. It actually has angst this time!

Tw: Light blood and injury (not graphic) and some torture (not graphic I think?)

Damian blinked down seriously at the Gotham warehouse. It was highly guarded, with twenty-seven security cameras in, on, and around the premises. There were also over a dozen guards with heavy machine guns patrolling the perimeter. Whatever they were protecting was important. Unfortunately, Damian knew what it was.

“What have you gotten yourself into, Drake?” He muttered to himself.

The assignment that Red Robin had taken upon himself for the week was supposed to be simple: an out of town drug trafficking ring. The criminals were newcomers, so they’d be easy to take care of. In theory.

Instead, the cave had received a distress call from Tim twenty minutes ago. Batman was off-world with the League, Grayson was in Bludhaven, Cain was in Hong Kong, Todd was off doing whatever the h*** he did with the outlaws. The only ones on patrol that night besides Drake and Damian was Brown and Aunt Kate. But they were handling a robbery in progress across the city.

And so, Robin being the only vigilante in the near vicinity, Damian found himself causing the origin of Red Robin’s signal.

He was not having fun.

But Damian was determined to save his idiot of a brother by himself. Otherwise Thomas would have to be awakened from his ‘normal’ sleep schedule and sent out. Damian didn’t need help.

“Robin, how’s it looking?”

Damian startled at the sound of Gordon in his ear. “Fine, Oracle. The adversaries are heavily armed and have high security for foreigners, but nothing I am unable to handle.”

“Alright, Robin,” she answered cautiously, “but alert me immediately if that changes. The Signal can be up and out at a moment's notice.”

Damian scoffed as he pulled out his grappling hook and made his way to the roof of the warehouse. “Signal is not needed. And I hardly think he’d appreciate being awoken.”

“He’s well aware that he’s on standby for emergencies,” Oracle replied, “especially when Bats is out of town.”

Damian grunted as he took out a few guards standing by the entrance to the roof. “Can’t talk,” he replied, “I’m going in.”

*****

Damian crept around the warehouse silently, starting with the upstairs offices. He found countless damaging contracts, and paper files. Pictures, and evidence. He recorded it all and sent it to Oracle, but there was still no sign of Red Robin.

That is, until he reached the stairs leading down to the main warehouse.

When Damian reached the door at the bottom of the stairs, he paused. There was something off, but he couldn’t quite place it. He strained his ears, searching for some out of place sound. He found it.

A moment later, a scream cut through the air, causing the boy to stiffen. He knew that Scream.

Drake.

He slowly eased the door open, heart pounding, Damian slunk in the shadows, approaching the source of the moans, grunts, and sounds of pain. He made his way atop the ctreates, and flew up into the rafters. Then ran along the beam towards the center of the building.

What Damian saw next rooted him in his place.

“I’ll ask you one more time, brat!” Bronte Jones, the Boston drug king in charge of the Gotham branch, yelled straight at Drake.

Oh, Drake.

Damian gagged at the state of his brother. Timothy Drake was tied down to a metal chair, his cape ripped off and tossed to the side. The rest of his uniform was in equal disorder, ripped, burned, and bloody. The exposed parts of his skin were bruised, cut, or in some other way harmed.His mask was mostly left alone, probably due to the anti-tampering measures built into every mask and cowl.

Tim coughed, and spit blood to the side. “Nope.”

Bronte growled, before launching forward and punching Red Robin in the jaw. Hard. So hard that the chair rocked backwards, and one of the goons needed to hold it steady.

“You will tell me the identities of yourself, and the other Gotham vigilantes. You will tell me the best drug parts in this town. Or else you will die in this warehouse. Wouldn’t want your little clan dealing with that, now would you?”

Tim grinned. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Damian scowled. No, no, no! Don’t antagonize the kidnapper! It’s protocol!

But Drake didn’t hear Damian’s silent pleading. He only laughed.

Bronte didn’t seem to know what was so funny, so he continued on with his beating. A few punches later, and Damian found himself gripping the rafters. He should do something, he knew that, but he just. Couldn’t. Move. All he did was watch on in horror.

Bronte paused with his punches, taking a breath. “This clearly isn’t working,” he stated, “let’s kick it up a notch.

Jones walked over to a crate, atop which an array of tools lay on it. The man passed over newly quenched cigarettes - oh god, he’d use those on Drake, hadn’t he? The burns matched up - wrenches, knives, and garrotes. His hand landed on a batton that Damian recognised immediately.

“Oh no,” he whispered, his face going white.

Jones turned back to Red Robin, and shoved the baton into his ribs. Tim let out a scream at the sudden crackle of electricity that even Damian could hear from high up.

“How about we wait for the other bats to show up?” Bronte asked conversationally, still torturing Tim. “What do you think they’ll give to get one of their birds back?”

Tim laughed, though the sound came out more like a hacking cough. Blood leaked down his chin. “No one’s coming for me,” he said, “they’re all too busy. Or they hate me.”

Damian startled. What? No, that wasn’t true. He and Drake were past their hatred, weren’t they? Hadn’t he proven himself? Hadn’t he showed he cared?

Bronte growled, before signalling to his goons. “Fine, I guess there’s no reason to keep you alive then.”

Damian gasped. No, no this couldn’t happen! He glanced around, searching for something to aid his rescue attempt, there were too many men to handle on his own.

“Oracle, send Signal.” Damian muttered, knowing the microphone would pick his words up. He didn’t have time to listen for an answer though, it was time to act.

Robin leapt down from the heights of the warehouse, drawing his katana mid flip. He landed efficiently in front of Bronte Jones, glaring at the man who had dared to hurt his brother.

“Step away from Red Robin,” he said slowly, rising to his full height of five feet, two inches.

The man laughed. “You little brat. You’re outnumbered and outgunned.”

Damian tilted his head, radiating confidence that most definitely did not feel. “Very well,” he stated stiffly. “It is your funeral, as Nightwing says.”

A moment later, and he attacked. It was not as clean as he usually would, he was still fighting down panic, it was wild and desperate. But he still fought.

He downed four goons before he realised his current tactic wasn't working. He dodged a volley of bullets, he eyes falling upon Drake. The young man had slouched down in the chair, his eyes closed. Damian let out a curse in arabic. That idiot! He needed to stay awake!

Damian leapt forward, past the goons and Jones, past the table with horrid tools, past the downed bodies, and towards his brother. He threw down a smoke pellet to disguise his movements, and continued on his way. Once the area was completely covered, he attacked one more thug, intent on keeping up an illusion of his constant attacks.

Quickly, he made his way towards the out of commission vigilante, efficiently removing the rope bonds, and pulling him gently close. Damian could recognize broken ribs when he saw them.Once he was certain that Red Robin was secure at his side, he lifted up his grapple, and they rose swiftly out of the smoke. A moment later, along with a few more grapples, they were on an opposite roof.

Damian set his brother down, glancing behind for followers. The coast was clear.

“Red Robin?” Damian asked, leaning close. “Are you alright?” he cursed himself. Of course Drake wasn’t alright! Of all the times to act like Grayson, this was hardly it.

There was no response to his query, causing Damian to throw aside his self-flagellation.

“Drake?” Damian demanded more harshly. “Wake up! You are needed! You can’t die, that’s an order!” More silence. “Did you hear that? An order! From me! You hate me commanding you, so stick up for yourself!”

Damian breathed heavily, silently shaking. No, no no no! Drake couldn’t die!

“I…” Damian blinked, trying to figure out a course of action, but he couldn’t. He was frozen in place. mHe closed his eyes and breathed slowly through his nose, trying to calm himself.

“Dami?”

Damian gasped ever so slightly and looked down at the beaten and battered form of his brother. “Timothy? You’re alright?”

Timothy let out a light cough. “Seen better. Thanks for coming to get me.”

Damian couldn’t bring himself to make a sharp comeback. He just blinked down at his brother. He was awake. He was alive. He would be fine.

“Kay,” Drake said, “good talk. I’m gonna go to sleep now…”

Damian stiffened. “What? No! Timothy, you can’t!”

But the young man didn’t listen. Damian scrambled forward, grabbing his brother’s shoulders in an attempt to wake him as hard as he dared.

“Timothy?” Damian asked again, unable to strain the worry from his voice, “You can’t die. Father will be mad, and Grayson will stop functioning, and Todd will go on a rampage, and Brown will hide away, and Cain will strain herself to help everyone else while still falling apart, and Pennyworth won’t be able to live much longer with another heartbreak, he’s ancient as is. And Thomas won’t be able to handle it all either. And I…”

Damian paused, taking a shaky breath, before letting out a sentence that brought him both anguish and relief.

“Ahki, I don’t want you to die either!”

There were shouts from the surrounding buildings, feet hitting pavement, and Damian knew it was only a matter of time before they found them.

He reached over towards Timothy’s throat, searching for a heartbeat like he should have done from the beginning. He almost cried from relief when he felt the thrum. But it was weak. Too weak. He needed medical attention immediately, and not the kind at the cave. They needed Dr. Thompkins.

Damian stood up and searched the roof for something that could help them out of this situation. The tiniest part of him, who still thought like a league member, told him to run. To leave Timothy behind and run.

“No,” he told himself, “Timothy is stuck with me. We’re both getting out of this, or neither.”

The sounds of footsteps increased, thundering and shaking. They were closer, most likely from the stairwell leading to the roof both Robins now inhabited.

Damian drew his katana immediately and ran back to Red Robin, standing guard over his limp body. He would go down fighting, there was no other way he knew.

The tousling limbs and marching feet seemed to be all around him now - a part of him knew they weren’t really, that it was just his mind playing tricks. He took a breath, steadying himself.

“You and me, Timothy,” Damian spoke strongly, more to calm his own fear than anything else.

Just then the door to the roof slammed open, and in rushed three hulking thugs. Damian inhaled sharply - in fear, not that he’d ever admit it - and steadied his shaking hands.

But something was wrong. Instead of the goons rushing the pair of birds, they slumped to the ground. Behind them, standing in all his bright yellow glory, was The Signal. He had both escrima sticks drawn, and a grim smile on his face.

“Hey Robin,” he said, stepping over the bodies, “you called?”

*****

They made their way down to the street, able to carry between the two of them, and into the awaiting Batmobile. Thomas took the driver’s seat, Damian for once quiet about his ability to captain any moving vehicle, while the younger boy stayed with Timothy in the back.

The ride had been quiet, Duke not knowing what to say beyond the usual “what happened?” Damian shook when the question was asked, so Duke let it drop. An official report could be made later.

They made their way to Dr. Thompkins clinic, and came in the back way. She was already waiting - most likely due to Oracle calling ahead - and quickly ushered them into an awaiting room. Timothy, however, was brought someplace else.

Damian had resisted at first, panicking at the thought of his brother going anywhere out of sight, but Duke had pulled him back, easily disarming him and settling both of them on a bench. Damian had struggled and pulled and scratched and screamed in indignation, but Thomas hadn’t stopped holding on. Eventually, Damian’s anger gave way to huge, choking sobs. He hiccuped and curled his way into Duke’s chest, holding on for dear life. Duke just hummed and wrapped his arms around the terrified bird.

After a long, slow hour, Damian finally settled down into quiet whimpers. Duke continued to rub his back soothingly, but Damian couldn’t seem to fully calm down.

“He thought we wouldn’t come,” Damian choked out suddenly, and felt Duke steffen in surprise. “He said no one cared enough to save him. But I was right there, I watched them …”

Damian bit his lip to hold back another whimper, and Duke softened. “He was probably just saying that to get his captors to let him go,” Duke reasoned.

Damian hiccuped and shook his head, still tucked into Duke’s armored chest. “No, no he was right!”

Duke rubbed a little harder on his back. “No, he was-”

“I just stood there and watched!” Damian cried, “I came in and I saw what was happening, but I Could. Not. Move. I just … I  just watched.”

“Sounds to me like you froze,” Duke replied. “You’ve been doing this longer than I have Damian, you should know that everyone freezes at one point or another.”

Damian shook his head fervently, but didn’t reply. Couldn’t reply.

They remained silent for some time, every so often Duke offering soft reasurences that went unnoticed by Damian. Eventually, Leslie  came into the room.

“He’s stable,” she said when Duke looked over. Damian didn't have the energy to raise his head. “With some bed rest, he’ll be alright. You’re lucky you got to him when you did.”

Damian shuttered at the last word. No, he hadn’t been lucky. He’d been stupid, and weak. He shouldn’t have roze. He shouldn’t have-

Damian was jostled from his bout of self loathing when Duke stood up.

“Can we see him,” he asked.

Leslie nodded. “Follow me.”

*****

They settled down in the private room where Leslie had placed Timothy, but Damian couldn’t calm himself. He kept looking at his brother, bandaged, yes, but broken. He should have acted quicker.

Duke sat on the chair beside Tim’s bed, still carrying Damian. At another point, the boy would have profusely protested at such babying, but now he had no strength. Now, the most he could manage was tuck himself into Duke’s arms.

After a while, Duke rose, leaving Damian in the chair. He promised to return soon, just leaving long enough to call Babs and Steph & Kate, as well as grab something to eat. Maybe get some clothes as well.

“There’s that tea place near here you like, right?” Duke asked, and Damian mumbled his assent. “You’ll be alright?” he added right before leaving. “I won’t be gone forever. Try not to beat yourself up too much, okay?”

Damian straightened, trying to summon courage. “I …” he sank down, nodding tiredly.

Duke sighed softly and went out the door.

Damian sat staring at Drake for a long time. His brother didn’t move.

“Just wake up, ahki,” he sniffled.

*****

Tim was warm and comfortable. He felt the light fluffiness of pain meds blanket his senses, along with an actual blanket pulled all the way up to his shoulders. It felt warm and safe.

Wait - pain meds?

Tim blinked his eyes open, and briefly surveyed the room. It was one of the private ones in Leslie’s clinic, where they went when someone was seriously injured. Why was he here?

Oh.

The warehouse.

Tim mentally cringed at the flashes of memory that came with the realization. He’s delt with torture before, and honestly this time wasn’t the worst - fun fact: Ra’s Al Ghul lives up to the title “Demon’s Head - but he’d still gotten hurt. Thank goodness he’d sent out his distress signal and had gotten out. But he’d left Damian all alone to deal with the -

Damian.

Tim briefly panicked. Where was his brother? They’d gotten out, right? Maybe Duke had been woken up and provided back up, or Steph and Kate had-

A soft sniffle came from beside him.

Tim blinked and turned his head to find Damian tucked into a chair. He looked small, curled up like that. His hands gripped tightly at his Robin uniform. His eyes were unmasked and red, staring down at the floor. He sniffled again and rubbed at an eye.

“Just wake up, ahki.”

Oh.

It must have been bad.

Damian rarely cried.

But crying was good, in a way. He was alive, at least.

“Dami?” Tim croaked, finding his voice dry.

Damian jerked his face up, staring at Tim. His eyes were wide, and filled with relief. But also fear and … regret? Oh no, what had gone wrong?

“Dami,” he said again, a relieved smile on his face. “I knew you’d come.”

This had the opposite effect than expected. Damian’s eyes widened even more, and he scrambled backwards in his chair. “What?! No! You said-”

Tim sighed, “That was kind of stupid of me,” Tim cut in, “I thought if Bronte thought no one cared about me, then he’d just leave me behind long enough for one of you to grab me.”

Damian frowned. “But I still didn’t come fast enough. You were right. And when I got there I froze, Father would be so disappointed, I didn’t keep my head, and i-”

“Damian.” Tim interjected. “Come here.”

Damian pursed his lips, glancing at Tim’s injuries. But a moment later he complied, gingerly easing off of the chair and coming over towards the bed.

Tim held out his hand, and after a moment, Damian put his hand in his. Tim then pulled him closer, and rested the young boy's hand on his own chest. Right over the heart.

“Feel that?” he asked, and Damian nodded slightly. “I’m alive because of you okay? You came. I knew you would.”

Damian blinked back tears, and Tim was struck by just how young and vulnerable Damian looked. It wasn’t often the twelve year old let his walls down, and Tim felt guilty for bringing this on him. He seemed drained and exposed. Tim made a split second decision.

“Come on,” he said, scooching over as much as he could and patting the bed beside him.

“But-” Damian began, but Tim shushed him.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, Dami.”

Damian sighed and came back onto the bed. Tim pulled him closer, and the boy automatically curled into his side. Tim wrapped his arms around his brother and sighed into his hair.

“I’m alright, okay? And so are you. It’s alright now, Dami.”

Damian sighed, “Thank you, ahki.”

Tim smiled at the arabic word for brother. He liked it when they got along, no matter the circumstances. Tim bent down slightly and pressed a kiss to Damian’s head. The small boy let out a breath, and eased into soft snores. Good, he needed sleep.

Tim settled in and relaxed. A few minutes later Duke walked in in his Signal armor carrying a tray of drinks, the logo showing they were from a middleeastern tea place that Damian loved. He was followed by Kate and Steph, both in their respective uniforms.

“You guys alright?” Kate asked, walking past Duke and sitting on the chair.

Tim smiled softly. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Great,” Steph replied. “Then get some sleep.”

Tim laughed lightly, but he was warm and tired - which may have something to do with the pain killers Duke was not so subtly putting in - and had his little brother willingly snuggling him. He smiled again as the darkness washed over him.

They were alright.

Tagging: @starrystories2

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Hi. Thanks so much for your hard work on this blog. I’m looking for some long (more than 20k) fics with Peter/Chris pairing.

I got you some loooong fics, @lololovescheese!

The Autumn Moon by ChestnutPatronus14

(14/? I 46,397 I Mature)

There were two distinct moments in Peter's life that he could remember his world crashing down around him. The first was the night of the fire where his family was slaughtered. The second was in the hospital when he had no choice but to end his relationship with his mate. He convinced himself he was fine, that he could make it and move on from the past, but things are never that simple. A rogue werewolf is threatening to cause devastation to Beacon Hills, the murders drawing the attention of the hunters. And Peter's world is about to be shattered again with the return of his mate, the hunter Chris Argent.

All The Memories I Hold Dear by ready_to_kick_some_ass

(10/10 I 46,822 I Mature)

"When someone does come, it isn’t Derek. It isn’t Deaton. It also isn’t McCall or a member of his pack. It’s Chris Argent."

Chris finds Peter in Eichen House and can't leave him there. While Chris tries to figure out what to do with a traumatized werewolf in his house - a werewolf that wanted to kill him when they last met - their shared past catches up with them.

Werewolf courtship 101 by Screaming_Towards_Apotheosis

(20/? I 46,963 I Teen)

Step one: Obtain the alpha’s permission. Step two: Signal your intentions to your intended with a gift of wolfsbane. Step three: Show your ability to protect your intended Step three: Prove that you can provide….

Peter’s thoughts crashed into a halt when Stiles’ words impacted him with their full force.

Allison’s dad saved your sorry ass.

Allison Argent’s dad.

The same goddamn Argent who had given Peter the wolfsbane that was the reason Peter had this hangover. The wolfsbane retrieved from a witch’s lair, while hunting said cat-murdering psycho bitch, with the cost of a ruined shirt and blood loss for Argent in lieu of missing internal organs.

Or: When Peter explains to Stiles how to woo Derek properly, Chris Argent's recent actions are seen a new light. But surely the hunter could not be courting a werewolf? No, it must all be a mistake, a coincidence.

The Hollow Prince by runningwithwerewolves

(15/15 I 56,441 I Explicit)

And now the darkness approaches, my appetite whetted by the rising moon, ravenous thoughts consuming me, forcing me to madness at the lush pain of it all, I raise my voice to the stars and surrender

--

Or the one that was inspired by a Grimm fairytale about a big bad wolf and a beautiful young girl with a bright red hood that got totally out of hand and ran away from me to spin into an angsty/fluffy medieval AU. It's got magic, mystery, death, romance and one sided pining; multi-ships and happy endings. Did I mention the Hale's are royalty?

all the pain of yesterday by Spikedluv

(5/5 I 66,025 I Teen)

Chris retires from hunting and moves back to Beacon Hills with Allison.

The Mercy of Wolves by rufferto

(25/25 I 66,874 I Mature)

What if a past relationship with Chris is just another thing Peter is dealing with? What if when they were teenagers Gerard loved to play mind games and completely fucked up his child whose only chance at a dream coming true was to run away with a werewolf? What if Chris, John Stilinkski and Peter all knew each other in high school?

What if Talia Hale was a great Alpha, but not always a nice one? What if later in life, Chris was asked to do the thing with Peter that Kate did to Derek? What if he couldn't go through with it? What if Chris occasionally visited him at the hospital, wracked with guilt anyway? What if John Stilinkski was one of Peter's only friends? Will Chris decide to finally rebel against Gerard for Peter's sake?

Also, What if Victoria Argent was extremely complicated. This is kind of but not really Infidelity since she condones it. Ah, you'll see. She has a Storyline.

This a the story of Peter Hale and Chris Argent. Pain, death and blood. But also of love and a dream.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. Not making money.

Stained Glass Windows by KouriArashi

(19/19 I 85,525 I Mature)

Peter survives the fire and suddenly finds himself trying to raise children with only a vague notion of what he's doing, while trying to cope with his own grief and find his family's murderer. He ends up turning to Chris Argent for help, and nothing goes as expected.

Fortune’s Fool by we_remain_together

(22/39 I 91.417 I Explicit)

Chris Argent was sixteen years old when he moved to Beacon Hills. It was only a pit stop. One more hunt to jot down in the margins of his journal. Elevated supernatural activity, Gerard had told him. There was something drawing the supernatural to Beacon Hills. It was just another easy hunt.

What he hadn’t been prepared for was Peter Hale.

The next year and a half would redefine Chris’ entire existence. Lies, passion, devotion, betrayal, heartbreak, and a love that would leave a cascade of blood and fire in its wake.

Or: The story of how Chris Argent met Peter Hale and how they proceeded to fall in love and inadvertently ruin each other's lives.

Unbreakable by rufferto, SlasherFiend

(10/10 I 116,890 I Explicit)

Chris has an unsettling week alone in the house he used to share with his wife. He has a bit too much to drink and can’t deal with it anymore. So he leaves himself open and practically invites an attack. A little more than ten years ago he had an affair with Peter Hale. At the time, he’d needed someone to put him on the right path. Peter was the reason Allison didn’t get trained as a hunter at a young age. Unfortunately, Chris handled it badly. He’d hurt Peter who had fallen in love with him. It was mutual, but Chris chose his family and never confessed his feelings. There’s only one person who can pull him out of the darkness and put him back on the right path. If he chooses to and Peter isn’t entirely stable himself. This is RP. This will read like RP. Consider it as if many things are happening at once in different scenes. Like in an episode of Teen Wolf.

There Are Many Names In History (but none of them are ours) by GoddessofBirth

(33/36 I 169,131 I Explicit)

Stiles is driving in his jeep when the horrible, no good, very bad thing happens. In which 17 year old Peter Hale and Chris Argent materialize in present day Beacon Hills and things become awkward very, very fast.

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The Lighthouse

This was something else I had brought up in my group chat, and I decided to write it cause I could. Little AU where my trio transforms (save for Lorcan) into different mythical creatures from their homeland. I don't like it, but I wasted time writing it, so it's getting posted.

Summary: When the trio split up for their monthly transformation, Richard decides to go on a little hunt to find each Irishman and make sure they're safe for the rest of the night.

Word count: 2,978

Even if he didn't have the date marked down in his calendar, he would've noticed the signs. Jeremy's exhaustion, Dan's growing hostility, and Lorcan was already starting to drink more, his accent getting thicker to the point it was hard to understand him. The operatives tried to make sense of it all, but there were words that slurred into others and sounded like complete gibberish. By the time he had vanished from the safehouse, no one was able to even give Richard a hint of where the man went.

He was lucky he knew the general location of his whereabouts, and Kate was nice enough to tell Richard that she and her husband was watching over the man in one of the arenas. She had even sent him a short video, and it was always a surprise watching Lorcan knock back shot after shot. His face is already red, and Richard can't even make out anything he's saying.

Still, he makes his way down to the bare knuckle arena, pushing past the bouncer and entering through the old, metal door. The music was loud and obnoxious inside, voices overtaking one another. The building is surrounded with Clan Kelley members, and they all eye him suspiciously, some even trying to stop him. The only reason why he got past the large group that had started to form was because Lorcan had caught sight of him and screamed his name. He could barely walk upright, stumbling over his own feet as he made his way over, reeking of alcohol that made Richard crinkle his nose. He had to wrap his arms around the man and hold him upright, leading him back over to the little table Roger and Kate were sitting at. The woman sat in the criminal's lap, her arm wrapped around his shoulder as she greeted Richard with a smile.

“He started early,” she tells him when he drops Lorcan back in his seat, “The other two already gone?”

“Unfortunately,” he sighs, straightening his tie. He looks down at Roger, the Irishman letting out a soft hum as he takes a sip of his own drink.

“He's been talkin' 'bout Crawley?” A soft laugh comes from Lorcan as he rests against the tabletop, a large grin on his face.

“Bhí sé ag iarraidh a bheith sa choill,” he slurs. This makes Richard pause as he looks down at him. He had never heard Lorcan speak Irish. From what he knew, he wasn't fluent in the language.

“Said somethin' 'bout wantin' to be in the woods,” Roger translates.

“You understand him?”

“'Course I do. Hard to, but I can make it out.”

“Dan's ag an uisce!”

“Dan's by the water.”

“By the water?” He scoffs. “I'm sure he doesn't mean anywhere in London.”

“Well, I'm guessin' Jeremy's out by Crawley, then. You can still get 'im to talk, can't ya?”

“If he's feeling up for it.”

Kate promises they'll watch Lorcan until he finally passes out, and that they would even drag him home, much to Roger's dismay. Still, the Kelley member agrees and the couple wish Richard farewell, with Lorcan drunkenly calling out to him as well. It's still sounding like gibberish, but it's enough to pull a small smile from the man.

Lorcan was always the easiest to find, especially now since he found comfort in drinking in the arenas. But the other two enjoyed hiding, especially Dan. At least Jeremy still stayed within a fifty mile radius of London, just wanting to find solace alone. Dan, on the other hand, enjoyed venturing out farther and hiding away somewhere. He hated that their optiks malfunctioned whenever they would transform. No, he didn't have to go on a wild goose chase to find them, but he always felt better if he did, knowing they were safe.

Getting around the city was decently tricky, but getting out was even harder. He had Bagley change his whole profile, sure, but his face was easy to recognize. So every month, he would abandon his familiar suit and wear an old jacket he had tucked away in his closet, drawing the hood up and keeping his head down. The woods by Crawley. The trio were often close, always telling each other where they were going, especially when the full moon would decide to rear its ugly head. He supposed it was in case one of them never returned.

Still, driving out of the city always made him feel anxious, the worry that someone would recognize him always looming over his head. Anytime he would pass by an Albion cruiser, he would always avert his eyes and lower his head. He was lucky they never questioned him. Hell, maybe they just glanced at his profile as he drove by and decided to not pull him out of the car.

He supposed the drive was nice. He didn't have to be locked up in the safehouse, and he was finally able to see more than just the normal every day life in the city. The two always seemed to be in similar areas. Jeremy was always found in fields, lounging around in the shade underneath a nearby tree. For Dan, however, he always needed to get the precise location from the youngest of the trio. He was the one who liked to travel around the most.

He knew of some decently wooded areas near Crawley, and he was familiar with Jeremy's tastes enough to know where he would be hanging around. Always off the old, beaten paths and hiding away where he thought no one would find him.

“Jeremy!” His voice was always loud enough to carry throughout the woods, knowing that the younger man had better hearing in this state. He walked through the greenery, looking around at everything that made sound. Once more he calls out for the Irishman, brows furrowing.

“Malik?” There's that voice. He turns in its direction, peering up to one of the trees. Sure enough, he's greeted by the sight of the púca, his back against the trunk of the tree as he sits on one of the thick branches. His black fur helped him hide in the shadows, though Richard could easily see his glowing eyes, blue and green as he peered down at him. His paws were folded neatly in his lap, and his piercings still shone even in the shadows.

“There you are,” Richard sends a smile his way, the rabbit-like creature twitching his ear at him as his long tail swayed in the soft breeze. It always amused him, seeing the magenta colored tuft of fur atop his head. Even transformed, he still retained a lot of his original looks. “How are you fairing?”

“Fine,” He stretches out his legs, ears folding back. Even like this, he retained his height and build, his clothes intact, albeit a bit dirty. “Ya found Lorcan already?”

“I have, and he was drunk by the time I got to him.”

“He got an early start,” Jeremy chuckles softly. “So did you.”

“Every time I try to get you three rounded up, you always manage to get away.”

“We're fine, Rich. We know what we're doin'. Why do you always come find us, anyway?”

“I suppose I just worry.”

Jeremy finally moves, sitting forward more. His tail continues to sway back and forth as he looks out beyond the treeline.

“Dan's by Eastbourne,” he tells him, “Said he wanted to go relax in some lighthouse. Suppose you'll go find him next?”

“I will. Will your uncle be coming to get you?”

“Aye. Should be here by sundown? Or just some time after work.”

“Give him my best regards.”

With a nod, the two share a goodbye and Richard makes his way back through the woods. So long as Jeremy had someone to come get him before the night's end, he felt better. Lorcan had the Daly's to take care of him, and Jeremy had his uncle. He knew that by the time the moon rose high in the sky, the trio would be at their peak. So long as they had someone to watch over them, he was sure they wouldn't get into too much mischief. But as for Dan, he knew he was all alone, and he worried about the possible outcomes. The stragglers that would trespass, and the kids that would love to terrorize what they thought was a dog. Even if it wasn't to terrorize, he knew Dan wouldn't be too welcoming of new faces.

He travels southwest, towards Eastbourne like Jeremy had said. He had seen the old lighthouse the couple times he had visited, off in the distance by the rocky shore. Last month, Dan had ended up out in Courtsend, and he was in Thorney Island the month before. He supposed it wasn't unnatural for the man to be near water. Perhaps it reminded him of home? He always did say he liked the lake.

The drive towards the lighthouse would only take an hour, but he saw the sun slowly starting to set. Lorcan would probably be close to passing out by now, babbling his gibberish in the arena, and Jeremy would soon be headed home whenever Robert got off work. He knew they were in good hands. He didn't have to worry. Come this time tomorrow, the three would probably be fast asleep until the next morning.

The smell of the ocean was potent. Off the beaten path once more, Richard drove the little car until he couldn't anymore, the thick brush too much to handle. He tries to park the car somewhere more hidden and away from potential prying eyes. Waves crash on the rocks nearby, a soothing and more peaceful sound than the bustling of the city life. Maybe this was why Dan always preferred being by the seaside; just to find peace. He knew the man loved silence. It was evident in how quiet he was.

“Dan?” The old door creaked loudly when he pushed it open, coughing a couple times when the dust kicked up. He lets the old door slam loudly behind him as he makes his way for the stairs, the rusted metal creaking beneath his weight. Cobwebs hung in the air, and the dust made him choke. Still, he could hear the soft growling that came from upstairs.

The first bark got his heart racing and the adrenaline coursed through his veins. He picked up his pace, his hand gripping the old railing. He knew the stories of the result of three barks from a cú síth: certain death if anyone within hearing range didn't get to safety. He knew he wasn't safe, the racing of his heart was evident of that. The second bark was more powerful than the last, and he felt like he couldn't get up the stairs fast enough.

“Daniel, stop!” He can't remember the last time his cries were so loud. Then again, he couldn't remember the last time he was so close to dying, especially to some unseen force. He didn't want to know if those stories were true.

He's heaving by the time he gets to the top, honey eyes locking onto the shaggy looking dog. Putting his hands up, Richard tries his best to calm himself.

“It's just me,” he pants, taking shaky steps towards the animal. The growling slowly dies down as Dan's braided tail starts to thump against the dusty ground, his dark green fur dirtied by the grime. He lets out a sigh of relief as he crouches down, reaching out to gently run his fingers through Dan's fur. It felt soft, albeit shaggy and dirty.

“You're always the most difficult to find,” he sighs softly, his thumb stroking the braid that always formed. Those hazel eyes always seemed to brighten up, glowing in the dimly lit room. A small huff comes from him.

It was the first time Dan had decided to take refuge somewhere with a roof over his head, but he still spotted the Irishman's clothes neatly folded up, tucked away in the corner. Unlike the other two, Dan was the one who went through the most change, and he wasn't able to respond to him. He always grew during these transformations, and Richard had joked more than once that it was the first time he had to look up to the man.

“A lighthouse, hm?” He slowly sits on the ground, allowing Dan to rest his head in his lap, his tail still softly thumping against the floor. “Lorcan was in one of the arenas this time. The Garage, I believe. He was already drunk by the time I got there. None of you ever told me he spoke Irish...” Dan looks up at him, lips curled back in something similar to a smile. “Yes, very funny, I suppose.”

He stays silent for a bit, admiring the old room. The wallpaper was falling apart, and the bed in the corner was rusted and torn. A soft hum escapes him as he looks out the small window, the sun slowly starting to set.

“Suppose Jeremy is home by now,” he continues, “He said his uncle would pick him up after work.”

Once more he runs his hand through Dan's fur, gently tugging at the knots and earning a soft growl. He smiles, giving him a soft pat.

“You're the only one who's always alone. Surely you trust oneof the operatives enough to watch over you?”

Dan lifts his head up, shaking wildly and making Richard frown. He lets out a yawn, ears pinned back.

“You're so difficult,” he huffs. Sitting upright, Dan stares down at him, shaking slightly to get the braid in a better position. “Why the lighthouse?”

Hazel eyes flicker to the dirty window. Slowly standing up, Dan stretches the best he can in the small space before he gazes out towards the sea. A small smirk tugs at Richard's lips as he stands upright, dusting himself off and joining the canine.

“You like the water that much?” He's given what he can only assume is a nod, watching his head jerk down. If he was correct, France was on the other side of the ocean, a country he hadn't visited in years. “Have you ever been to France?” A shake of the head and he smiles. “Perhaps we all could go visit when London quiets down.”

Another nod and Dan moves away from the window, laying back down on the floor with his head atop his paws. The soft thumping starts up again as Richard crosses over, dusting off the old mattress before taking a seat on the edge.

“I suppose we can't get you back into London looking like that,” The canine stares up at him. “By the time the sun comes up tomorrow morning, you should be fine. But in the meantime, I don't want to hear any barking or howling.”

There's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and Richard groans softly when Dan lets out a bark. Whether it's because he finally feels safe, or because so much time has passed, he's pleasantly surprised when he's still sitting upright and not meeting some horrible demise. He reaches out, gently smacking Dan's muzzle.

“You better behave,” he chastises, “We don't need any silly causalities because you can't keep quiet.”

The growling starts up again, but it doesn't last long. Dusting off the rest of the mattress, Richard removes his jacket and lays it down before resting on top of it. He curls his arm under his head, using it as a makeshift pillow as he looks down at Dan. His braided tail is still wagging, even if he won't look at him.

“Suppose I'm the one that's meant to look after you,” he comments, “Then again, I believe I'm the only one who could actually handle you. You're quite the nuisance.” Another growl. “I better not find you any farther out next month! Honestly, I feel like you do this because you know I'll come looking for you like I do the rest.” Dan picks his head up and cocks it slightly. “Oh, don't give me that look. You and I both know what would happen if anyone caught sight of you or Jeremy.”

He had a good idea of what would happen to the two. Scary looking monsters roaming around? They wouldn't last a second before the police were called to deal with them. At least Lorcan could pass for a drunk. The thought pulls a small smile from him.

“Your friend got lucky,” he continues softly, “The creature he represents already looks human. It's why I don't worry too much about him. The Kelleys seem to be happy to keep their prized fighter protected while he drinks, and they don't even question it!”

A soft huff escapes the canine and Richard slowly closes his eyes. They would leave right after he woke up, and he would get Dan back to his flat so he could rest and regroup.

“Promise me you won't go out and cause trouble,” he mumbles softly. Another soft huff and he takes it as an agreement. It takes some time, but he finally hears the canine start to shuffle, the soft squeaking of Dan's leather jacket making him groan softly. It almost jumps when he feels the heavy material lay on top of him. It makes him stir a bit, but by the time he's opening his eyes, Dan is laying on the floor once more with his back towards him. With a small smile, he pulls the jacket closer to him as he closes his eyes once more.

[mohdeep237]

I never knew how quickly the world could fall apart, not until today.

“Breaking news, an asteroid bigger than the moon is hurtling towards Earth--”

“Scientist by the name of Andy Stevenson invents first ever human compatible exoskeleton--”

“It is said that the asteroid may contain a certain specimen of bacteria closely resembling the organic structure of a virus--”

“Andy Stevenson has made Earth’s first extraterrestrial defense system comprised of fully automated defense robots--”

“An interview with a local from hometown of famous Andy Stevenson is on now- ‘Them killer bots will end us all! That bastard only wants destruction! Heed my warning! He’s crazy! He’ll kill you and your whole fami-’ Well, that’s, um, not quite what we expected--”

“This just in, the asteroid has hit Earth--First contact in Russi--Earth is on the verge of--How will we surv--”

Chapter 1

It has been five years since the asteroid made contact. We now call that event “The Turn”. The supposed virus that was on the asteroid turned out to be deadly, however, not in a deadly kind of way. Once you get infected, your brain shuts down after a couple days, but you don't die. The virus makes sure you don't die so that it can live inside you. If you happen to come into skin-on-skin contact with one, you’ll be infected immediately, but the effects will still take a couple days to begin. It doesn’t control you or anything, it just makes you stand there in a lifeless state, and those who are infected for long enough start trekking along the land, searching for more bodies to infect. Basically the longer you are infected, the more rabid zombie-like you become. However, if you were to get one’s attention, you’d be attacked on the spot.

As for how the world is doing, I’d say pretty terribly. The UN have decided to make designated “Quarantine Zones”. They’re basically huge cities that are protected by fifty meter concrete walls, and within those walls are defense robots by, you guessed it, the “world famous” Andy Stevenson. Nobody really likes him, in fact, most of us want him dead. There’s concrete evidence of shady dealings and corruption within his company, but they ignore these details and secretly kill anyone who goes against them. How do I know? Because that’s how my parents died three years ago.

My parents had a baby boy when they were in their twenties, which happens to be me. They were really outgoing people and they loved me a lot, as I really loved them. My parents always seemed to be fighting for the right cause wherever they went and I wanted to be just like them. They had been put in life and death situations before and lived to tell the tale, but it seems that their luck had run out this time, and I was there to watch it. Those damn robots, said to be for any “alien activity”, turns out that old man was right, they are for destroying us instead. That madman only cares about his wealth.

As for me, I am now twenty-one years old with semi wavy medium length black hair, dark brown eyes, I am about six feet tall, I have a light beard going on and what young hipsters would call a “killer moustache”. I live alone in a one bedroom apartment in the Vancouver QZ (quarantine zone).

Unfortunately, the only way to make some decent money in this place is to work with the government, either in an office job or on duty as an officer. The job ain’t that bad considering the benefits, but it’s still considered working for that lunatic Stevenson. Most people in the officer position praise Stevenson like he’s their god, but there are a few of us here that really hate his guts. It’s only a matter of time before we make a move.

Chapter 2

I started on my way to check in at work when I was caught off guard by Jimmy, a co-officer of mine. Jimmy has light brown hair that was just about an inch off his head and has bright blue eyes. He’s just a tad bit shorter than me, which I nag him about everytime I start losing an argument to him. “Hey Dean! Over here!” he hollered, as he does every morning at work. I get closer to him, “Would it kill you not to yell every time I get here?”

“Hey man, can’t tell me how to be a friend.”

“Right, whatever you say,” I say, trying to prevent him from being a megaphone any longer. “Hey,” I whisper, “Have you seen Kate by any chance?”

“Man I’m telling you, just give up on her dude. She’s way out of your league.”

“I know, I know, but I can’t help but try. Maybe she’ll give me a chance?”

“That is if you even ask her, chicken”

“Don’t taunt me, it’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend. You’re as much of a loser as I am.”

We begin to enter the check in point which is around fifty feet away. In the slight distance we see a metal fence topped with barbed wire, and within that fence was two gates, one lets vehicles in and out, the other solely for people. We go through the gate and check in to work. As we walk into the waiting area I see, out of the corner of my eye, a stunning woman with silky dark hair, deep brown eyes, and the most gorgeous smile. Kate.

She looks beautiful as always, I think to myself.

Just as we settle in, the general shows up. I would talk to her more often if she didn’t look so scary with that scar across her cheek . “Alright then, let’s make this quick. I haven’t had my coffee and am in the need of some serious rest.” she said firmly, nearly everything she says is said in that “hardcore general” kind of voice, it’s another point that makes her so scary.

The general continued to list names of the people in groups and where they were going out to patrol today. “And finally, Dean Wood, Jim Smith, Kate Williams, you’re patrolling the west in sector A5,” said the general in a gruff voice.

Yes, I get to patrol with Kate! I think to myself.

“Hey, we get to patrol together!” Jimmy says, practically screaming in my ear.

“Yeah, woohoo.” I reply, almost too sarcastically. Kate walks over.

“Looks I’m with you guys,” she says in that sweet angelic voice.

“Yeah, glad to patrol with you again” I say.

Me and Kate have spoken to each other quite often, especially while being in the same patrol group, but there’s never really been anything special between us.

“Well let’s get going,” Jimmy says as he nudges us towards the supply unit.

We each put on light, but highly protective, metal gear and hook up high tech exoskeletons which enhance our every action that are made by, the one and only, Andy Stevenson. As much as I hate to admit it, he does make some quality combat gear, plus he does fund the military so I guess I should expect us to be able to use such powerful technology. We also take a couple weapons and ammo with us to ward off or just eliminate any infected we might see along the way. I grab my usual shotgun, long-range rifle (basically a sniper but they won't count it as one), and my trusty revolver. They don't understand why I take the revolver instead of the regular pistol that can shoot more at a time and more quickly at that, but I've always had a special connection to it. My father used to teach me how to use it and it just seemed so cool to me so maybe that’s why. Once we finish gearing up, we head to one of the jeeps and climb in. Sector A5 is about fifteen minutes away, but with Kate here too it’ll feel like just a few for me.

We arrive at the patrol area in just short of the time we would normally. Maybe it’s because of the complete lack of traffic and road laws during the apocalypse. I’ve been in this area once before, there are plazas filled with stores on all sides of an intersection. Just means more places for the infected to be lurking. We get off the jeep and start the patrol. All three of us walk together making sure that we are covering each other's backs. One usually doesn’t see many infected while on patrol, maybe three or four. The highest I’ve seen on patrol is eight. They aren’t too hard to kill, given that you can shoot quite well and can aim for the head, but the more there are the more dangerous the situation becomes. That’s why we go in groups of three, for complete safety.

We start checking inside buildings to make sure none are hidden.

“Let’s split up, it’ll make this much faster,” Jimmy proposes.

“What about the ‘safety in numbers’ thing?” I ask concerningly.

“Yeah, shouldn’t we just stick together and stay safe?” said Kate.

Yes! Kate agreed with me!

“We haven’t seen one infected this whole time, plus it means we can go home sooner,” Jimmy argued, and to be honest, it was a good argument. I did want to go back. The sooner we got back in the jeep, the sooner I could focus on Kate’s beauty.

“Fine, but don’t take too long. And if something happens shoot a flare into the sky. Make sure the flare is red.” I say. We all agree and go off to patrol alone.

I head to a supermarket because I feel it would take the most time. I head inside and start looking around. It’s solely lit by the sunlight outside which gives it a dark, ominous look inside. Nearly all the shelves are empty.

I guess people were getting desperate to survive huh.

As I walk further in, I start hearing some kind of deep noise. The noise grows louder and louder as I go more and more into the supermarket. I turn the corner into a big open area and I see tens, no, hundreds of infected just standing there.

Where did they all come from?

I instinctively take a step back, but my foot knocks over an empty can. It clangs as it hits the ground. One of the turns and looks up at me. I panic and fire a flare into the glass ceiling and start to run. The infected don’t take long to realize I'm there and start to chase me. I rush for the exit and I see Kate at the entrance.

“Hey, are you done in there?” she asks.

“Run!” I yell, “Go, go! Run for it Kate! Too many infected!”

She didn’t seem to understand until she saw the massive crowd of infected chasing after me. She bolted right away and yelled for Jimmy to start the jeep. Jimmy quickly understood and put the jeep in gear. Kate got in and looked at me.

“Come on Dean! Let’s get out of here!” She yells.

“By the time he gets here we’ll be overrun by infected,” Jimmy says.

“We can’t just leave him there.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll start driving just fast enough so he can catch up and we can make it out of here alive.”

“As long as we get Dean.”

They start driving onto the road while I’m running as fast as I can to make it in time.

I have to make it. If I don’t they’ll have to drive off leaving me to…

No, that won’t happen. I will make it.

I desperately try to run and make it to the jeep.

I just need to get close enough for someone to pull me onto the jeep.

The hoard of infected just keeps getting closer and closer, louder and louder.

The jeep is starting to pick up the pace. I need to hurry if I want to make it back alive and well.

“Dean! Grab my hand!” Kate yells as she reaches out to me. “Hurry Dean! There’s a tight corner we have to turn in fifty meters, if you don’t catch up you won’t make it!”

I try to be faster, faster than I’ve ever been. My legs are starting to get tired. My heart is beating rapidly. I’m slowly running out of breath. I run and I run, trying to get just close enough for Kate to reach my hand. I’ve always wanted to hold her hand, but I never considered it to be like this.

I reach out my hand and desperately try to grab Kate’s. I can start to feel the infected trying to grasp me as well, I even hear their hands slipping off of the armor that I’m wearing.

“Jump Dean!” Kate cries. I desperately try to get my tired legs off the ground as one last ditch attempt to save myself now.

Then the jeep turns the corner.

Chapter 3