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voidwritesstuff · 2 months ago

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Birds of a feather die together

Summary: in his coma,Allen meets the ferry of the dead and takes a few shots with the reaper himself.

Cw: Alcohol as a coping mechanism. Death and near death experiences, descriptions of being burnt alive.

->Ocs mentioned: Rick and Noa ( @graceandtheidiotsquad ) // Decay/Lazaro Castro and Sweetie Wells/ The Hare (mine)

First,There was the heat. Then the flash of flame, Burning Bones, and the sickly scent of flesh charred. Splintered tears taste of salt and pain,ever growing to the peak that caused the mind to crash out like a ship on the cliff on a dark night.

Stars fill Allens vision, he can taste iron in his mouth like a Penny under his throat as hes sent on his way to meet the ferryman of the dead. Weeping soul wanders with shaking legs,among the debries at his feet. One,two,three steps before his body gives out and falls like an oak tree at the hands of a blazing axe.

The white hot pain Fades into dreamless unconciousness, his head light as a feather- Quickly the white of the bristles and the white of his vision turn black.

Nothing but the lapping of the waves that engulf his form. The Fear of the dark would be almost too much for him had it not been for how peaceful he felt on the shore. The liquid fills his bloody mouth and he rolls down the wet sand.

The Ocean greets him with greed,used to taking the dead. He floats,his form going down the River Styx calmly- The Fire that once bit him now gone. Down the River he goes,rocked like a baby to sleep.

Sparks of blue,magenta and green slowly light up the black water he rests under. He can see them past his eyelids like neurons firing, like fireworks. He cant move but he doesnt want to,the beauty of the multicolor stars fill his view and he almost smiles.

Voices call,he hears the grit of a captain yelling orders to no-one, he hears sailors asking about the shipps damage. They all float with him down the Styx to meet the ferryman.

His form pushes to the soft sand of some distant shore. Allen feels his strength return as the waves rock his stranded whale looking form to the side as if urging him to get up.

His eyes Open,heavy and tired. His mouth is dry and tastes bitter and heavy like tar on his tongue. He coughs up a Penny sized black ooze.

On his knees,his locks feel heavier than normal. His body feels wobbly like hes made of gelatin.

One foot.

Then the other.

His hands hold his thighs and he swears he feels his bones in his grasp.

Steps dig into the sand,he feels something at his foot stretching like he has gum on his shoe. Unburdened of pain,only the dragging feeling, looks down to see himself completely black. Bubbly void of nothing.

He blinks once,twice,before he grabs his face and begins to scream like a madman. He runs uphill to the empty Patmos beach, he runs leaving a black trail behind. His Burning,desintegrating touch melts everything he slams against in his panic.

Through the forest,he brings down trees and he feels himself be dragged. He stumbles, he falls to the ground and yet still he runs. The dark Sky is filled with stars and yet he cant see where he is- settling into fear.

"Its elysium forest" he says to himself "im on the south trail" he says again. But the more he walks the more he gets lost.

Past the ren faire he got Turned around. Maybe because of the smell of smoke that made him even more anxious and the distant Orange Fire that seemed to walk hand in hand with a light he once thought to be the moon. But theres not two moons,not visible anyway.

He must have gotten Turned around.

Why is there a bar in the middle of the forest? The River infront of it with an old stone bridge lit by red and blue flames that flicker and dance beautifully. Ominous,gorgeous. Multicolor darkness of water crashes to the sturdy, cobblestone bridge he cant help but walk- Not run- Across.

"Hades Bar" reads the neon sign of crimson and cerulean with spider lillies and wine vine wreaths. The tall,gothic and rustic architecture of pale yellow plaster and black iron support beams seems somewhat cozy in his imposing figure. It seems small,and huge in only one blink.

The Windows, with curling bars of inky metal,let out a light blue light enter. He hears the faint sound of jazz. He has to go in.

And then, then there was the cold.

Freezing,absolute bone chilling cold that froze his form but for a moment before his shoulders drop and his body feels sturdier. Allen looks with panicked eyes at the people...

...people?

Black shadows all around. Laughing and drinking. Men and women, loudly speaking in jumbled garble.

The band playing,they glow blue and wear lion masks of white. They play the jazz and some wear a captains hat. Theyre Clad in cerulean clothes like those of old,beaurocrats. The singer is a woman of tanned,sun kissed skin with freckles. Her white dress has a sweethearts necklace and her hair is wavy and short with blue eyes that peek Through her rabbit mask.

She has a scarf around her hips,attached with a red spider lily and a clasp that showed a skeleton with a spiky crown.

--Help!--He screamed-- There's been a crash in Patmos bay!People need help-!

--They dont care. Dont waste your breath.

Ragged, wheezing voice with crystalizing breath of pure ice speaks behind him. Out of breath like he didnt have lungs,distinctively male.

Slowly,Allen turns.

And there,stands the ferryman.

Tall,imposing in his skeletal form. Pale,dry marrow with eyes dark as voids. A spiky,almost moth antennae sits on his head,decorated with skulls that emanate cold mist and red spider lillies. He wears black jewelry,a choker and harness around his bones. A cloth wrapped around his hips,a cloak that hides a pair of moth wings,both being a pale blue. He seems to be wearing heels given the way his feet click when he walks to lean over the bar

--Youre New-- The skeleton said-- Whats your name?

--...Allen- Allen Shore-- He answered,the anchor of fear and confusion falling down his throat and taking his tongue with him-- Whays uhm. Whats your name.

The skeleton waved his hand,as if to say that names dont really mean much to something like him.

--Folks call me the ferryman,or charon. But my name's Decay. -- he answered-- sit, ill make you a drink.

--I- Well. I cant-!-- Its then Allen sees himself in the reflection of the Window

His hair is Long and dripping black,a dragging weight as its grown in size. His eyes are bright beacons of yellow,his skin still brown. His dark blue turtleneck and trench coat fade into black,his feet almost elephant like and black as night. His scarf seemed greyer now, but held fast around his neck.

--This- this is a dream. Or a nightmare. This has to be-- Allen began,approaching the bar where Decay watched him with pity. Or something close like that.

--Youre here because youre dead. Or,well,soon to be-- decay answered-- Youre in my realm. Its a limbo of sorts.

--No im not-! The ship..and the flare gun..--he began,but the more he spoke the more things clicked.

Decay noticed,and simply said-- I have the worlds supply of alcohol. C'mon,this one's on me.

Allen walks with shaking steps. He sits without any Will as he leans over and grips his head in agony. He sobbs quietly,and he then feels decays hand mess with his inky hair. The coolness of the touch prevents Him from drowning in his own sorrow.

--Its okay-- the skeleton cooed with warmth in his icy breath. Still so raspy and devoid of life in his tone-- Look,theres a chance you'll survive.

Its then both see a long like of sailors come in. One after the other the shapes of ghastly black walk in and sit,with mild confusion and almost robotic way of moving as if they already knew.

-- Dont lie to my face-- Allen answered at such sight.

--No. Im not lying. You'd look like that-- he pointed at the ghosts-- Not like this. Youre on the edge, and id say on the good side of it since you still look so human.

Allen let his head hit the bar with a loud thud. He groans in both annoyance and exhasperation and with his hands on the back of his head he says in a muffled, honestly quite defeated..

--What do ya got...?

Decay scoffed-- Anything and everything. Just say the word.

--Can you like..make me the greasiest fries ever...and,Like, scotch or. Whiskey...or...

-- we got good scotch. Comin' right up-- Decay looked towards the kitchen's Windows leaning back like a bending tower-- Hey Noa! Tell Wheeler to make some greasy fries! And dont let Rick into the kitchen!

Decay then goes to work on that drink,and as he does so he explains what this place is. The collective unconcious,how this is technically a version of the dyonisus bar in Milton-Haven. Stuff begins to make sense somewhat,and Allen is just content with his food and his drink.

He takes maybe a glass of scotch before he turns to something lighter. Just a couple of light,foamy beers. It had been a spurr of the moment.

--Ive been getting people more recently now. -- Decay said-- You might wanna chat with the doc over there-- he pointed at a woman in the far corner.

Shes made of light and radio waves. She bends the space around her crackling with electricity that makes her eyes shine bright white. Glasses Sit on a tired and elegant face that is kisses by bangs and her hair is tied in a ponytail that sways like the frequency of radios.

-- Shes kinda in the same boat. Might be good for your mind. Or you can talk to Max and Virge over there-- He pointed to the opposite corner.

A Man with bull horns sat in a booth,drinking what must be his third glass of whiskey. He looks sad,and angry. He exhales black smoke and his eyes burn like fires. His skin has metal plates that give off so much heat you can see the waves. Theres a tail,barely visible,That sways impatiently.

He seems to be keeping watch over a smaller form. A girl of scarred face like cracked glass. Her hair is down yet it sways like it was under water. Her neck is black yet theres still traces of jagged lines, her pale dress is covered in dried blood and It hovers like its infront of a slow fan. She drinks some fruity cocktail and seems somewhat comfortable in the presence of the bullish man.

--Youre the only ones that dont look like shadowy figures. You and Flash,and my sister-- He explained.

--Flash? Sister?-- Allen asked

--Do you know the jungian concept of the shadow?

--No...?

Decay sighed and went around the bar to sit with him. He explains the concept of the shadow,the repressed emotions and thoughts and desires. He says he's a manifestation of Lazaro -Allen knew about him,his sister likes the beach. Hes heard theyre both sweet kids

Blaze was a firey,dragon Lady who roamed the ren fair in the forest. She was having something with flash, one of the veteran shadows around. A tall,spotlight carrying,heavily armed radio tower. While Flash has been around for some time,some 30 odd years, Decay had always seen him far away until now.

Max and Virginia were New,having arrived two months ago. And Rose was the most recent one,she seemed to have met Flash's human counterpart before she passed.

--Well,Why cant they...I dunno...ascend?

--Everyone here has unfinished bussines. Wandering souls-- Decay explained with almost fatherly warmth. So gentle for a Man of his looks-- Rose has a score to settle,virge and Max have yet to move on. Not everyone talks about what happened to them,so I dont know.

--Its not like the alcohol has much Effect.. -- the other Man pointed-- id be drunk by now.

--Its a placebo,mostly-- Decay agreed-- I have stuff to take care of but..-- he made a short pause,mulling over the idea un his head-- You sure you'll be good on your own?

--Ye-yeah? Its uhm..a lot to process..

--Just..tell the staff to come get me or flag one of the hounds in the kitchen. They'll be happy to help.

Decay got up, and began to walk away. But Allen calls out. Soft few Words.

--Decay?...thank you

The skeleton smiled,or did do to the best he could. He nodded-- Its nothing.

Allen stayed until closing hours,which seemed to be when the ferrymans human counterpart woke up. He didnt have to courage to talk to Max, nor did he think Virginia would want to exchange a few words and a dozen existential questions,and Rosemary seemed.. too bitter, nursing glass of whiskey after whiskey in her table

The "hounds" were friendly enough,yet they ran like headless chickens trying to manage the increase in costumers.

In the end,he was alone. But maybe its better,he wpuldnt be able to think of much else aside from...this

--Where do I go now?--Allen asked, standing beside Decay outside the closed bar.

The skeleton wore his cloak closed,hood passed over his head to shroud himself in frostbitten darkness. He seemed to move to face him,and simply said

--You came from Patmos beach. I can take you there. And maybe you can stay at home..-- He said,a voice so soft like a whisper made of silk-- The bar is always Open for you,and whoever else needs it.

--Okay...thanks-- Allen answered,and with his hands clasped together like a kid, he walks with Decay to his home. Silence in the air,all that can be heard is the distant rumbling of whatever else lived here

Theres not much to talk about that wouldnt trigger an existential crisis. But in this silent figure of Decay,he found comfort. Companionship,content. At least he wasnt alone.

Hes dropped off at his house,he sees the skeleton stand under a spotlight. Charon had stayed at the edge of the entrance out of respect,and he stands there in the mist. Allen had seen him remain standing there until he made sure the New shadow had entered his house

Then he turns,the cold air moving with the sway of his cape.

And the ferryman returns to the Styx.

#in sound mind #ism #ism lucas #ism desmond #lucas cole #desmond wales #ism allen #ism virginia #ism max #max nyygard #in sound mind oc #ism oc #oc: lazaro castro/the decay #oc: sweetie wells|the hare

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joannasteez · 1 year ago

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i thought it would be nice to fill you all in on my WIP’s! i usually will share little snippets every now and them but, feeling generous today.

also!!! welcome to all my newest followers! when youre ready head over to my masterlist. i think theres a little something of everything to enjoy especially if youre a roman girlie, cody as well! and even a little cm punk

the john wick au for CODY is steadily in progress. a have a standard banner made but othet collages were recently made for me so ill drop those down below. theyre amazing. thanks so much to @crxssjae heres another little excerpt for your reading pleasure:

"they're blanks anyways", emptying the magazine as the faux bullets fall to the floor. your hand settling down the gun and its magazine on the coffee table. "just wanted to see how thin your patience has worn".

your chin jutting over to the couch. hands full of medical supplies as you pad over to him softly. his body aching and slow as it rests into the tender leather of the seating, but moving without delay still. always under the gentle charm of your voice, his being falling under this servile sort of subjection. making him bristle silently within himself. all that time and distance amounting to nothing for his resolve.

cody surrenders. mind over matter no longer needed. succumbing to the full weight of his pain. hair messy with red droppings of other peoples blood. his muscles sore and the hammering about his skull diligent and taunting.

"my pain has always been a funny little joke to you".

you pull the coffee table closer to the wide spread of cody's legs. your own slipping over to straddle the strength of one of his thighs. your body warm and comforting against his skin. an old feeling blooming in his chest. you were doing this on purpose. he's sure of it. to see him waver and yield to the charm of your presence. gentle touch tabbing to rid his cheek of dried blood before you went about cleaning the wound. his fingers itching to form to your body, desperate to push dull nails into your skin again. to form in and caress with the intent to renew his memory.

your eyes flit to his crotch. "its a lot more than little. give yourself some credit", you muse. applying butterfly stitches.

how do we feel about lumberjack!roman?… cuz im like 600 words in:

his beer is cold. wet glass slipping against his skin. a crisp hoppy taste on his tongue that settles till his belly excites with warm. the ache in his hands seeking a temporary remedy, holding to the chill of the bottle. thick fingers working with a diligent memory of axes and chainsaws. an all day affair thats old and tedious. the smell of walnut and oak and maple, chips of fly away wood and the hard sun. a good cold beer after a hard day was a must. mandatory. so friday's meant a beer plus two extra. but never four because jey always overdid shit and he had to be the dad of the group. had to take care of baby boy jey. and sometimes seth. and sometimes dean. because dean loved to play and fuck around, car keys jingling between his fingers, feigning the mind of a sober man. cackling and teary eyed, because panic about roman's face was just so fucking funny.

hope everyones day is productive and safe!!💋

#roman reigns #lumberjack au #yes another au #we love aus in this house #hitman!cody #cody rhodes

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perlapulido · 6 months ago

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Fight or Flight ROB

Summary: Urd Haddock is known for her great skills of fighting throughout the village of Berk. But she was different from the other vikings that she is afraid that will ruin her life or have a huge change in it along the way.

Ch16

(A/n: i dont own these pictures. I found these on pinterests.)

Urd woke up to the smell of something off and something dropped making her scream. She turned to see the boy squatting down to skin a freshly killed animal. "Rune, why did you bring dead rats and raccoons? In the hut." Said Urd watching him take out his knife. "Seems like more people are around here." Said Rune gutting the rat. "Let me go check it out. Could be my friends and my adopted brother." Said Urd as Rune placed his skull cloak on her. "Geeze how heavy is this thing?" Said Urd. "You get used to it. That skin and fur belonged to a huge black wolf which i hunted down." Said Rune using our finger to scoop out the insides. "Good to know. Now im gonna leave before i throw up from this scene and the smell." Said Urd standing up. "Ah. Ah. All fours like i told you." Said Rune looking at her. "Theres no one put there. I got it." Said Urd leaving the hut. She looked around and walked holding the cloak close to her. Walking around for some time Urd decided to crawl on all fours like an animal once she began hearing voices. "I dont get why Astrid makes this challenge so hard." Said Snotloud from what Urd recognize. "She's always been for a challenge thats over the top. But at she did brighten up a bit after hanging out with Heather since Urd left." Said Fishlegs. Urd crawled behind the trees not far from them using the clock and human skull cover herself. "Speaking of. Do you think she'll come back?" Said Snotloud. "Mildew and the mob were harsh and demanding towards her. She had no choice. Plus the Xynakas are just kids stories." Said Fishlegs walking down Urds way. "I dont think so. Stoick didnt want talk about her after Astrid told him and Hiccup that she straight up left." Said Snotloud swinging his medium size double axe around. "Careful where you're swinging that. We need to cross the island and got our dr-ahhhhh!" Fishlegs let out a scream seeing Urd running off on all fours. "What was that?!" Said Fishlegs. "I dont know but is it me or did i see a human skull." Said Snotloud looking at her climb up the tree easily. He and Fishlegs watch Urd jump from branch to branch from different trees put of their sight.

Urd took her time looking around seeing Toothless and Ragnar with the other dragons. She jumped down landing the same way as Rune did getting their attention. Toothless growled happily to see her and approach her then stopped to looked hat outfit. Her shoulder pads, metal armor near her hips, and boots were gone. Her hair grew a bit long passing her breast, her feet were slightly bare except that she had them wrapped up to her ankles and her corset top was off leaving her with a top similar to Astrid's but it was beige brown with a splash of blood. "Im adapting my culture from my cousin Rune. Listen you guys are in danger. Dagur is here on the island with his men." Said Urd. Toothless narrowed his eyes wit his fin ears down growling and smelled something then hissed with other Dragons feeling scared. "I had eels and snakes for weeks along with other animals Rune taught me to kill. Stay low. Dagur will not stop until he finds you and Ragnar." Said Urd. Toothless purred licking her face that has a small splatter of blood and dirt. Urd hugged him and heard someone coming making her face them ready to fight but saw it was Rune. "Wow. You werent kidding about the riders huh?" Said Rune touching Toothless. He let Toothless then going to Hookfang who growled. Rune didnt seem faze going to his belly scratching it making roll over like a dog. "Huh?" Said Urd then pulled Rune away. "Listen im gonna need your help on protecting these guys. If they're then so are the riders. You cant let the Berserkers or worse dagur to see them. Im gonna find Astrid or Hiccup and warn them." Said Urd. "Alright. Be careful. If you need me. Blow that whistle. It may be small but its extremely loud that it screams. I got mine." Said Rune holding a small animal bone necklace like the one on the cloak. "Just a single blow to the head and im right there." Said Rune.

Urd nodded as they hugged each other and split up with Rune heading off first to look for any Berserkers. She climbed up the trees going around the island best as she could until Hiccup was found wondering by himself. Hiccup looked zoned out for a moment until Urd landed a few feet in front of him. He raised his shield in front of him as Urd stood up taking off the skull a bit to show her face. "Urd?! Oh thank Thor." Said Hiccup dropping his shield to hug her but she pushed him back. "I wouldnt hug me if i were you. Listen im here to Dagur?!" Said Urd seeing him stepping out of his hiding spot from behind a huge log. "What are you doing here? And why do you look like that? Is that blood?" Said Hiccup looking at her. "Its animal blood. I happened to live here before Dagur came. Why im dress like this is for another time." Urd says gesturing Dagur with her eyes at rhe last part. "Wheres that wild boy?" Said Dagur seeing the cloak on her. "What wild boy?" Said Hiccup. "I'll explain later. Hes around." Said Urd. "Good now. We hunt those Night furies together. Let me get the fire started." Said Dagur. "You two can catch up while i get some wood." He says leaving them alone. "Why are you with him?" Said Urd in a slight whisper. "We ran into each other. Now explain to me about what is going on." Said Hiccup. "I ran off after Mildew exposed me to the village. Im a Xynaka. They're real and i know because Ragnar and Night Caller brought my cousin Rune here." Said Urd. "Wait Cousin?" Said Hiccup. "Yes and more in my family. I let him teach the Xynaka ways and right now is keeping the dragons safe from the Berserker soldiers around the island." Said Urd. "So the blood is from hunting huh?" Said Hiccup. "Yeah. And you dont want to ask what i ate. Its completely different than the viking way." Said Urd noticing him staring at the skull. "Its real and so is the black wolf skin and fur." Said Urd. "Im just glad to see you again. We were worried mostly me and Dad. The gang too but still. We really want you back home." Said Hiccup as Urd looked at him. Urd looked down thinking over this until Dagur came back with wood. "Im back brother and my beautiful bride to be." Said Dagur dropping the wood to set up the bonfire. Urd didn't say anything and helped grab some stones while Hiccup set the wood up.

#fanfic #how to train your dragon #riders of berk #hiccup and toothless #dagur the deranged

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singnied · 2 years ago

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Mine or His?

Lee Siyeon x F!Reader

Warnings -> Cheating, degrading, extremely quick burn, uhh... horny Siyeon. :)

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Rain. Rain hitting against the soft umbrella is all you could hear as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up.

You check your watch, he's late again, isnt he. This is the 4th time he's been late to pick you up. His excuse is always that something came up, but you don't really believe him, do you?

There's a female co-worker that he always tells you not to worry about. But, the way she acts around him.. tells you something different. The way she's so touchy with him, holds his hand, gives excuses for him to come hang out with her; to the point where he's started to drop stuff with you just to be with her.

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Sighing deeply as you turned your phone off, you hear a car in the distance. Its a green mustang. You see the car slowing down, but don't expect much. Probably another person getting dropped off at this shitty place. You don't even know why you come here anymore, probably your addiction to drinking gives an explanation- but you refuse to acknowledge it.

Getting out of your thoughts, the mustang pulls infront of you and rolls the window down. You look at the drivers seat to see a tall red haired woman. Your heart skips a beat, she's pretty, isn't she?

"Whats a pretty girl like you doing out here, baby?"

You pause for a moment, your mind forcing you to remember your boyfriend (soon to be ex).

"Uh... waiting for my boyfriend.."

Theres a pause for a second. The silence gets too loud to bear, until she speaks up again.

"I don't think he'll be here anytime soon, how about I get you where you need to be. Get you out of this nasty rain."

You consider for a moment, thinking she could be an axe murderer or some shit. But her gorgeous eyes and flirty smile gets you too much in a daze to refuse.

"Sure... I don't see why not."

You see her press a button on the side of her door, unlocking the car. You slip inside as you close your umbrella and put it against her dashboard. The moment you put on your seatbelt, she pulled into the road.

"So... whats your name..?" You say in a shaky voice, shivering from the cold air you just had to put up with.

"Lee Siyeon, what about you sweetheart?" She replies, her eyes not leaving the road infront of her

Your head falls back against the seat, taking a deep sigh as your legs finally relaxed.

"Y/N." You mumble.

Theres silence, again. This girl isn't that quick with her replies, huh?

"Cute name, uh.. by the way. Where are you off to?"

You sit up quickly, apologizing for not telling her the moment you got in. All she replied with was a giggle.

"U-uh sorry! I got distracted.. I.. I dont know if I want to go home right now. I'd rather not see... whatever he's up to- if he's even there.."

"I assume that "he" is your boyfriend, yeah? Dont worry, I have room for two at my place" Siyeon says with a sly tone.

You give a quick "thank you", checking your boyfriend's location to find out its turned off. You decide to just stop thinking about him and focus on the pretty girl next to you, driving you to her place to spend the night. I mean.. it's not like this is cheating, it's just.. girls helping other girls right?

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A little later, after chatting and chatting. You get to her apartment. She gets out first and runs over to help you out, her hands are soft. She has a firm grip, but it's soft. You look up at her, eyes making contact, you pause.

"Hmn? Getting distracted?" Siyeon giggles at your embarrasment.

"A-ah- sorry..." You dismiss your little moment as you both run off into the building; forgetting your stuff in her car. She holds your hand while you both speed-walk into the elevator.

"So... tell me about this boy of yours."

You think for a moment, your heart switching from love to disgust.

"He-... I think he's cheating on me, I dont wanna talk about it though."

You hear a sigh emit from Siyeon's mouth.

"I see, don't worry about him. I'll make you forget that dude real quickly."

What was that supposed to mean? Whatever, doesn't matter, anything to get him off your mind.

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Walking into her apartment, you realize you left your stuff in her car- whatever, you're too tired anyways... you'll just get it in the morning. You shuffle over to her couch, slumping down on the soft fabric. You pratically melted into it, your body merging and twisting to get comfortable.

"Someone's burnt out. Heh, I don't blame you." She spits.

All you could reply with was a groan, you didn't have the energy to do anything but lay there. Ignoring the noises of Siyeon putting her keys away and walking off into her room.

A few minutes pass, you almost fell asleep- actually. Until you hear movement behind you. You weakly turn your head to see Siyeon with a hoodie and a pair of shorts in her arms.

"You're a smaller size than me but, I dont want you to be uncomfortable while you sleep. The shorts have a string to tie up if it gets too loose." Her hands move forward, holding the clothes out for you.

"O-oh, thank you.." You sit up and grab the clothes from her.

"Bathroom is around the corner in my room, I'll be waiting." Siyeon winks at you and before you could ask what she meant, she walks off into the kitchen, not giving you time to respond.

You sit there hotwiring and red as fuck, this lady really needs to stop being so smooth with you. The touch deprivation you felt because of that dumb boyfriend, really affects you, doesn't it?

You finally get out of your train of thought and quickly waddle away into the bathroom to get dressed.

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You walk out the bathroom, all dressed up in Siyeon's clothes. The shorts rested on your waist, faintly showing your underband. Your eyes scan the room and land on the girl on the bed.

"Hey, (Y/N), come here." Siyeon motions for you from her bed.

You trot over and crawl up besides her, layinh your phone on the nightstand and sinking into the sheets.

"You want the left, right, or bottom side?" She asks, referring to the side of the bed you want.

"...Bottom?" You tilt your head, confused.

You look at Siyeon, her eyes staring right back. Until, in the blink of an eye, you end up underneath her. Arms pinned, face equal to eachother, and legs trapped on the outer part of her's.

"S-Siyeon?.." you stutter out.

"Mhn? What? You don't want this?"

You want to respond, but, her eyes stare into you like bullet. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach forming and fluttering around. Your head turns in the opposite direction, backing down.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Siyeon smiles and immediately dives into your neck.

She leaves hickies and kisses all along you. Forcing and dragging out whines and whimpers from you.

"Fuck..." you whine out. Your wrists pushing up against her strong grip.

"Stay still for me, be a good girl." Siyeon slowly moves down, her hands leaving your wrists and tracing her nails along your exposed stomach.

You look down at her, arms landing besides you as you push yourself up to get a better look at her. She sinks lower and traces her tongue against your inner thigh. Again, leaving her kisses on you. You sigh deeply, seeing such a pretty woman teasing you is enough to make you cum on the spot.

A sudden though runs through your mind, what about your boyfriend?

You open your mouth to talk, but a sudden moan emits from your throat as you feel teeth sink into your thigh.

"W-wait..- what about m-my- b-bo-" She cuts you off, her finger resting against your lips.

"Ah-ah. I don't wanna hear about him, this is about me and you. Not him, be a good girl and shut that pretty mouth of yours, all I wanna hear from it is my name, understand?"

You nodded, the dominance she showed towards you shut you up immediately. Apparently, you annoyed her because the moment you stopped talking, you felt your (her) shorts and panties get tugged off of you, forcing a whimper out.

You barely had time to recover until you felt her fingers press against you, forcing two of them into your hole. You let out a sharp cry, the sudden intrusion making your eyes widen and throat burn. Giving you no time to process, Siyeon forcefully and roughly scissoring into you at a constant pace.

"Stop whining so much, you know you can take it..."

You couldnt even respond to her, too overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt. Your hips jerked down into the sheets, causing your back to arch.

"Oh? You're a sensitive one." Siyeon smirks, her head leaned against your thigh, holding it in place with her free hand. All she did was keep a pace pressing against your sensitive area's, while keeping the cockiest expression printed on her beautiful face. Her heavenly brown eyes stayed glued to your wet cunt giving out the most unholy sounds you've heard. Nobody else could make you this wet, and you know it.

You just met this girl, how could you already be such a dumb mindless girl for her, useless thing.

It was only a matter of time before you felt yourself coming to the edge. You desperately reached your hands down to tap on Siyeon's wrist, trying to signal to her the best you could that you were close; you couldn't talk anyways.

"Oh... someones close isn't she? Cmon, cum for me, pretty girl." Siyeon increased her pace, now using her thumb to stimulate your clit as her fingers pounded you into a new reality.

"F-fu-..- S-siy-eon..~!" You came on sync with her name, whimpering and spewing out the most devilish noises, you didn't even know you could make them.

Siyeon's body moved up to become equal with yours, her fingers slowing down and getting to a point of stopping.

You felt her slowly pull her fingers out, making you twitch. A few seconds passed by under you felt a strong grip on your chin. Siyeon pulled your head in her direction, giving her acces to leave a big lipstick mark on your cheek.

You weakly turned your head to look at her, still panting heavily from your orgasm.

"You look irresistable."

Siyeon licks her fingers, your juices leaving a sweet taste on her tongue. She pulls her fingers out of her mouth and flops ontop of you, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you close to her.

Fuck your boyfriend, he wouldn't treat you like this anyways.

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... erm hi so like ive never written shit like this b4 so if theres mistakes then tell me cause... yeah! Hopefully this isnt too bad, and atleast someone likes it. ;) <3

Also its pretty rushed bc of exams n shit. I'll probably have more detailed stuff after exams lmao.

(this is barely proof-read btw..)

#lee siyeon #siyeon #dreamcatcher smut #dreamcatcher #siyeon x reader #gg smut #girl group #girl group smut #spotify

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who-is-shades · 2 years ago

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raz dnd 25

last time uhhh bye teya :(

awkward silence as they walk. android is just steaming in rage. kay is listening in since teya is gone lol.

walking for hours and we hear something stommping? here comes a giant metal beast made of random bot parts and peoples bodies strapped to it? already dead lol.

parsley and wheatley are so fucking tired lol here we go again. roll initiative!

android is pissed and just starts shooting at it. parsley hurls his axe at its head and hurls the other one then uses rage. wheatley uses heat metal. the creature attacks! it opens its mouth and fires out gas! senna is paralyzed! it attacks zen! but zen dodges nice. zen attacks! good job and he paralyzes it! senna unparalyzes herself nice but that uses her turn fuck.

android just keeps shooting. parsley yeets his javelin then misses his sword stab. wheatley uses branding smite on his gun nice. the beast is paralyzed lol. zen punches it nice. senna uses witchbolt nice. the beast falls apart!

parsley goes to collect his weapons. senna starts removing the organics bodies and parsley begins pulling it apart. it looks welded together. old circuits and one of those soul jars in it. parsley manages to take it out! wheatley gives him a thunbs up. senna tells him to break it. 'on it boss.' he flies up and yeets it at the ground. good job.

senna finishes removing the bodies. she inquires their souls were used in that power jar, and hes trying to control organics the same way he controls robots. (cave johnson is william afton) zen sighs and says its camp time, cause were all just tired. long rest!

we continue! nothing happens, more awkward hours. wheatley holds sennas hand this time. parsley carries SP. we come to a clearing in the woods. theres an abandoned building, looks like one from the time bubble but its ancient. an old outpost? wheatley drags senna with him toward it. he thinks its a mimic hes so sick of it lol.

its covered in foliage. its mostly empty with some panels. racks on the walls with robot bits, super rusty. wheatley ponders how he missed these things for 800 years. wheatley taps on the consoles but nothing happens. android finds a more intact screen and taps away and it flickers.

senna opens a door and inside is a stock of weapons. old, rusty, and broken. she goes to open the other door. a big metal table with a big old map with specific points on it. she picks up their current spot on the map. outpost map nice. she calls out and tells them.

zen comes in to check the map. he compares it to his projection. most are out of the way but 2 of them are on the path their taking. they'll talk about it at camp, since those might be too dangerous. he puts the pins on his map.

androids tablet turns on and displays files! theres an introduction file. goddamn cave johnson aperture sound lol. they can hear zorbolts voice. parsley walks in to hear this. senna comes in cause she hears parsley. zorbolt explaining the outpost, prepping for invasion. sleeping quarters down below for handlers. then its over.

wheatley asks if theres more files. theres a crackle of blue energy! theres a big flash of light! its spingledorf jingles crust. teya sent him? oh he brought teya!? shes dressed like a witch. spingledorf gave it to her and a magical broom lol. space core makes happy beeping noises and wheels over. wheatley looks distrustful. 'you chose to forget us. to leave them behind.'

android starts trudging over very pissed. she didnt wanna forget us. he punches her in the stomach ouch. 'yep deserved that one.' he walks away. zen gives her a big hug awww. 'am i allowed to just join back up?' wheatley says she chose to leave us behind. 'i couldnt do it.'

parsley asks if she got it out of her system. 'fuck you.' 'yep, there she is.' 'damn make up your damn mind.' 'want me to leave again?' 'that would be kinda funny.' sunnie convinced her to return? wheatley brightens up at that lol. sunnie read her journal xD wheatley says its gonna be a long time before he can trust her again. shes hopeful though.

senna slowly walks over and asks zen to put teya down. she just stares at her for a while. she slowly takes teyas hands and kisses her forehead. 'welcome back teya.' senna is holding back her tears a bit. (is she not mad? hmm) 'hey parsley. missed you.' 'fuck off!'

zen glows yellow again. he was just about to send bots to her lol. shes got lots of people to protect now. hes pissed, so many lives are in danger when she left. she just didnt see herself at able too. but he chose her. shes not alone. he says if she decides to jump again he will take her memory immediately. teya wants everyone to agree to let her in. android grumbles but allows it lol. wheatley says teya's negative talk is what made her leave the first time.

zen is back to normal and he hugs teya again lol. wheatley walks over and looks at her complicated. 'please dont leave me behind.' then he hugs her awww. then he tells her about the videos. gotta find the bunker. android slams on the floor and opens a hatch. now they wanna know wtf a video is lol android vaguely explains it. he gives up lol. wheatley explains it better.

wheatley wants to plug into the fucking tablets and project his memories oh no. senna talks him out but now hes trying to project with his eye. he finds one from when he woke up. waking up in a field of wheat.

back to the tablet video files. 1 more file, the others are corrupted. Plan of attack oh no. its asking for a password. android cant get in darn. parsley shoves wheatley over and asks him to try. he wouldnt know he was cannon fodder xD android gets it though lol. it was his name.

a map projection. army formations. outposts attacking certain kingdoms and projections of the areas. one with a giant wheat field in the background. its the closest to Novis. capture people or kill them if they fight back. bring back damaged bots for repair. wheatley is disgusted what he was made for. but he did fight wars after waking up.

senna goes down the hatch. parsley and wheatley follow. theres skeletons. parsley lights his torch. teya wants to put the skeletons in the token lol. dorf finally speaks up lol. no one cares teya wants the bones lol. wheatley asks if she can speak with dead but she cant.

teya stores 7 skeletons in her token nice. wheatley wont give her back the sending stone though. he squints and slowly hands it back when she says shes not going anywhere. teya suddenly gets launched at the ceiling lol. dorf says the broom is temperamental. then wheatley says he doesnt like spingledorf DX

parsley keeps lying that he missed teya and gets hurt lol. time to leave. wheatley is upset he isnt sp's favorite, its teya lol. senna thanks dorf for bringing teya back. time to go! 'may the wind be at your back spingledorf.' he disappears. wheatley fucking says he hopes he never comes back the bastard. parsley says senna has bad taste cause she likes dorf and is dating teya lol she hits him.

back in the woods! senna tells teya about the beast robot and the god juice stuff lol. zen says robotgod used the wards to understand the evil stuff and made better wards for them nice. as we walk teya gets pulled into the ground lol that broom is a dick. senna tries to lift her and the broom shoves teya right into her. senna is gonna try carrying her lol. the broom is tugging her backwards lol. teya threatens to put the broom in the token lol. gonna keep carrying her.

SP is doing donuts around them shouting about the broom lol. after hours we find a big plain. we see a giant structure in the distance. old crumbling walls its huge. a small kingdom? the road we follow doesnt go there but there is an old path that does. zen says we can go yay!

the grass is long. parsley and sp are too short lol. wheatley sees something in the grass. its an old rusted bot missing parts! wheatley covers sp's cameras. he asks parsley to take SP. senna asks if hes ok. he shoots a bolt directly into its head making sure the processor is destroyed. he wont let them get back up. zen says it wasnt necessary, its gone.

zen pulls out a scanner. its the battlefield. wheatley looks ill. the drone finds something! one of the bots isnt as damaged. time to go find it. parsley is still on babysitting duty. wheatley is pulling out some rope. we find a rusted but good condition bot. senna offers to tie it up for wheatley. gotta be careful and all that. we yank it from the ground cause its stuck. tie it up nice.

the switch is already on. oh. he turns it off and on. nothing happens. god shows up to help! its still affected when god turned them off. wheatley has us move out of the way. (rick portal lol) wheatley is checking him out. he asks about the war. wheatley asks android for help. android feels uh complicated. he does explain tho.

he can feel things! his mind is free! yay! no more control! but his purpose is gone. wheatley tells him he can pick his own. and god can help him if he wants. hes got nothing else going on so wheatley unties and helps him up. very rusty. wheatley hugs him lol. they talk about their handlers. rick asks wheatley his designation. its just wheatley now.

meanwhile senna and teya talk about war. and teya pisses off parsley about treating kids like pets lol now senna is trying to message him.

rick says he wouldve been on the frontline if he hadnt been shut off. wheatley wishes him the best. he introduces us to him nice. protecting us is his purpose ;-; rick can make his own choices! he introduces himself to us. senna shakes his hand. he registers her in his database lol. teya also greets him. a milipede falls off him and lands on teya lol. wheatley takes it off.

parsley tries to find us lol. wheatley pings him. rick has an alarm he thinks parsley is attacking and tries to tackle down but just falls over. wheatley introduces parsley lol. senna and wheatley pick him back up. Parsley hands SP back to wheatley and rick registers that fairies can fly. he gets to meet sp nice. robotgod grabs him and clears up the rust. he registers him as my lord lol.

rick is accessing old files. he knows god cool. he can access files easily, they are mostly undamaged. rick says wheatley can have files imported. androidis in his files ooo. wheatley corrects rick on the name. rick says it may be best to delete the corrupted files but says he can do what he wants.

#senna #dnd #dnd adventures

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kurthorton-moving · 1 year ago

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the camp massacre is actually something I love talking about so much w kurt bc of how intensely it affects him. like obviously it does bc a bunch of people die its traumatizing but also the. nightwing is such a safe place for him its away from his parents and he's the one in charge and he has the freedom to just exist as a person there (albiet he still trains and diets the same as at home). tommy is one of the nicest counselors at camp and i think he and kurt have been really good friends since they were campers and he trusts tommy wholeheartedly. joans probably someone hes had an eye on a while and potentially hooked up with a few times before, they're fond of each other despite being from such different worlds.

and then after sex with her, after a quick shower, he comes out to find her dead. it may not have been the bloodiest in the movie, but it was still rough. he doesnt hesitate at all to run out of the cabin in just a towel, looking for everyone else, trying to find out what to do and what happened. its nick he finds first which is definitely for the best cause anyone else would've been looking to Him for guidance and he was too panicked to do anything. he gets his instructions to gather the campers and get them on the bus and get them out of there and he follows through wholeheartedly. he runs around the woods barefoot and freezing, feet probably in a lot of pain, but he gets all the campers and gets them to the bus. he sees tommy bloody and holding an axe. he gets hurt protecting a kid. he gets on the bus and tries to take care of his wounds while someone else drives, still in nothing but a towel. old scars on display for the first time but too focused on everyone else to realize the vulnerability. counts the kids and knows theres A Lot that arent on the bus, either already dead or hiding and hoping someone will come to help — but kurt knows that no one will. has to battle with the knowledge that someone he loved and trusted was doing this, battle with the knowledge that joan was killed while he was one room away, battle with the fact that nick isnt on the bus with them, all while trying not to bleed out.

and when they finally get to the hospital its still just chaos. cameras and reporters everywhere, questions directed at kurt that he cant answer, blame for being the guy in charge even though hes maybe 19 or 20, still practically a kid himself in so many ways. facing it all down while knowing his parents didn't rush to the hospital when they heard what happened. they didn't come to make sure hes okay. no one did. until, finally, the next morning. nick comes to him and kurt feels relief for the first time since it all happened. his parents come soon after and he's back to dread as the doctors tell his parents that he won't be able to do gymnastics anymore, at least not competitively, not the way he used to. his whole world has collapsed and changed forever and he never knows why. everyone just says tommy snapped and kurt sobs not understanding why, just knowing that when tommy attacked him that he looked in tommy's eyes and it wasnt tommy looking back at him. he never knows that it was nicks fault, never knows that for whatever reason nick had chosen tommy to curse. he's left to just believe the most kind amazing guy he'd ever known had snapped and killed people, had tried to kill him.

he mourns all the kids that didnt make it, visits their families and learns all he can about them. keeps a notebook. carries it everywhere. vows that he'll never let anyone in his care get hurt again, no matter the cost.

#headcanons.#anyway went kinda insane thinking ab this

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wackyquacky · 29 days ago

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Revered Stars

CHAPTER TWO

So this is it?

The broken down cabin in front of me looks nothing like what I remember. It’s smaller for one, and the porch is a little busted. I don’t know how the hell I’m going to be able fix it. The porch had never broken down or degraded enough to the point of this.

“So, you’re the new farmer! The old man mentioned his granddaughter, that must be you come to take on the family business, huh!”

“Holy fuck!” I place my hand over my heart, feeling it beat wildly in fear. It’s just a middle aged red-headed woman, standing there with her hands on her hips and grimacing at Grandp-my property.

“Can I help you?” I raise a brow, standing up and crossing my arms.

The red head apologizes. “Ah, I’m sorry. I got so excited I completely forgot to tell you, my name. I’m Robin. Excuse my poor manners.”

She holds out her hand for me to shake, and I introduce myself. “I’m Seren. Yes, I’m his granddaughter.”

“Wonderful. It’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry to hear about your grandpa, he was a nice man. He’d come up to the shop in his later years when he couldn’t chop the wood down anymore. Absolutely refused to let me do anything about this old house though. But hey, if you’re ever feeling like you need a change, I’m just north of the village! I can fix it right up for you, sweetheart. Oh! Then you can meet my children! You should meet everyone, they’re just as excited to meet you as I was.”

Great.

“Robin, will you be easy on the girl?” A man’s voice calls out in the distance. He’s a older man with greying hair, and he’s trotting up to us.

Robin leans in to whisper, “That’s Mayor Lewis.”

Mayor Lewis is out of breath by the time he reaches us, and he leans down with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “We meant to…greet you at the bus stop…but we weren’t fast enough apparently.” He grins in a way that reminds me of Grandpa.

“That’s alright.” I say, staring at the pair of them.

Mayor Lewis rubs the back of his neck and stands up. “Geez it’s hot. It’s supposed to be spring. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, livin’ here all these years.” When I don’t respond to him, he starts again. “Not much of a talker, are ya?”

“Mayor Lewis!” Robin scolds, and makes a face as if to say, “Go easy on her, she just lost her grandpa.” Shooting me a pitying look, she grabs Mayor Lewis’ arm as if to tell him they needed to go. He, in turn, shoots me a look of the same family tree and follows in suit.

“Just think about those upgrades!” Robin calls behind her, immediately getting scolded by Lewis as they walk away.

I crack a smile and survey the yard. There’s a lot to do. Greet the other folks, and-yikes-get this yard in check. When was the last time Grandpa did any upkeep? Sticks lay everywhere, scattered about amongst small stones, and the trees! There were less of them when I last visited. When did all these trees get here?

Theres a wood pile next to the door, it’s got an axe stuck in a piece of wood. It takes a couple of yanks and my foot, and maybe cost me a few gray hairs at the ripe age of 24, but I got it out. I survey the yard, decide it’s too much work to do for today, and commit in my brain to start tomorrow.

Okay, here’s to hoping that the inside looks much better than the outside.

The front door creaks open to the dark, one room cabin from my memories. I don’t know how Grandpa ever survived without a kitchen, but I can’t. I remember what Robin said about a house upgrade. I’ll have to work on that later.

I make my way to the fireplace, stick a few logs in there, and set it alight with the lighter I had the good sense to bring. The cabin is now illuminated, and it’s a lot cleaner than I was expecting. There’s no dust anywhere. The old oak table my grandpa and I made together sits in the corner, fresh flowers and a box sit on top of it.

Swiftly, I open the box and blindly pull whatever is in it out. They’re…parsnip seeds, and they’ve got a note attached.

“New Farmer,

Here’s a little something to get you started!

P.S. We did the best to clean up the cabin that we could.

-Lewis”

Gingerly, I toss the packet of seeds onto the table and turn around. The bed is in the corner by the door. I’m not fond of it, and add it to my list of things to change. As I plop down, I wonder if this is how Grandpa felt when he first bought this farm. This feeling in my chest, like floating. It fills me with a light; a hope.

For the first time in maybe my life, I feel hope. And I fall asleep.

My mother sits across from me, in tears after I’ve chased away her latest conquest. She’d asked me to protect her. I’m protecting her. Why is she so angry at me?

“It’s all your fault.” She sobs. “How am I gonna pay the bills now?”

I step towards her, I shouldn’t have. “It’s okay Mommy, we’ll figure it out.” My little voice whispers gently as my arms wrap around her.

She stands up and pushes me away. “And just how are we going to figure it out? Huh!” I flinch. “Answer me! You little fucking bitch!” My knees tremble, tears well up in my eyes as I watch the looming figure of my mother cornering me into the couch. I don’t answer her. My brain rips itself to shreds, looking for an answer to make her love me again. What do I do? What can I say?

She doesn’t like my silence. She doesn’t like any more that I’ve slipped off to the slide and leaned against the table. She leans closer to me, menacing grin plastered on her face. She’s enjoying this, she likes making me scared. But if I’m scared, will you love me again, Mommy?

I lean back, my shoulder catching a glass on the table that plummets off of the table and shatters. I flinch again and try to run. She chases after me.

“Oh, don’t run now!” She demands, laughing after me. She’s scary, like a monster from one of those storybooks in my toybox. I don’t listen. I run, I run really fast and, maybe, just maybe if I run fast enough, she’ll forget she was ever mad at me, and we can play tag instead?

She catches my arm.

“Mommy, it hurts!”

“I really don’t give a fuck.” She spits, dragging me back to the glass. “Now clean it the fuck up.”

My hands tremble when I lean down and begin to scoop the bigger pieces into a pile. My tears still run hot, my whole-body burns. I just want to go to sleep. She shoves a convenience bag into my free hand. “There. I helped.” She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest, watching while I place the big pieces in the bag. She doesn’t stop me when I reach for the small pieces I can hardly see.

Will you love me if I do this, Mommy? Will you love me again, like you did before?

“Ow!” I complain, holding my bleeding finger up to show her. “Mommy I have a boo-boo!”

“You’re getting blood all over my floor.” She snarls, snatching my arm again and leading me to the bathroom. My tears don’t stop, revitalized by the worst pain my 6-year-old body has ever endured. I hold my hand to my clothes, thinking that it’ll stop so I don’t make her madder at me, but no matter what I do, everything always makes it worse.

She grabs the bag of glass, tying it into an angry knot. I know what’s coming next, this always happens when I make her mad like this. I bend over, covering my neck with my hands like they taught us in tornado drill in preschool class.

The first strike hurt.

My back bends, my body’s way of telling me that it doesn’t like this very much. I agree with it.

She strikes again. And again. She doesn’t stop even when I start sobbing again. She doesn’t stop until the bag breaks, spilling the broken glass everywhere again. I take the chance to run. She doesn’t chase me this time.

My bed is soaked in sweat when I finally sit up. The fire is dulling, and I climb out of bed to toss in another log and head outside onto the porch. The sun has barely risen, the thicket of trees hiding most of the view of the sunlight over the farm. I take a deep breath, sitting on the porch and taking in the views I haven’t gotten to enjoy for the last 9 years.

Above me, somewhere off in the trees, the mourning dove sings her peaceful melody. I wish Grandpa were here. I wonder how many times he sat where I sat, admiring the same views. Did he think of me?

I head back inside, choosing to grab some fresh clothes out of the backpack I’d packed as a carry on, sliding my adult documents under my bed for now. I’ll deal with it later. For now, I dress and hurry to tidy the yard.

The grass is a tyrant, the sticks have almost killed me a million times, and I swear if I trip over another fucking rock I’m going to scream in frustration. But I’ve spent almost all morning since 6 a.m. cleaning the area around the cabin, and I can finally plant these fucking seeds. Sweat beads at my brow when I hoe at the dirt, creating pocket spaces for the seeds before sticking them in the dirt and watering them.

And now that’s done, I throw my tools to the side and wipe my brow. I lean against the stairs and just…breathe. It feels good to be productive, it feels good to garden. The familiarity wraps around me like an old friend, seeping into my bones. The ache relaxes, no longer as burning as it had been before. My shirt clings to me, and I stare at the open sky.

Joy bubbles in my chest until I release a laugh. I’m free. I don’t have to go back to the city anymore. I can stay here. It’s mine. My eyes look towards the wood pile I’d acquired through almost-death and tripping through the forest on my farm that feels like it grew twice the size overnight.

Right. Maybe I should pay Robin a visit to get an estimate on how much it’ll set me back for that kitchen. I rise and start the walk. It’s not far, I think. It doesn’t look that far on the map at least.

It takes me thirty minutes to get there by foot, and when I finally stumble into Robin’s shop around 2pm, she looks almost happy to see me.

“The new farmer! Seren, is it? It’s good to see you, dear. Would you like to take a seat? You look exhausted.” She greets me cheerfully from behind the counter, gesturing to a stool by the door.

I shake my head, approaching the counter and leaning against it. “So, I have all this extra wood on my farm, and I need to check some prices on things so I can budget for some upgrades.”

She gives me a small, understanding glance. “No kitchen.” She doesn’t have any question about it; she’d been there before I arrived. She slides a catalogue my way, and I flip through it. Silos, sheds, barns, ponds, house upgrades. The pages are worn and weathered, so I’m careful when I flip to the page I need.

“While you’re here,” Robin’s voice is sudden, my body reacts faster than my brain, and I flinch. She doesn’t notice, making me breathe a small sigh of relief, I really don’t wanna explain that right now. “You should meet my family. Everyone is here, I think?”

She calls 3 names; I don’t catch all of them. My eyes are focused on the page I need. There’s two sets of steps that approach me, one of them is lighter; a woman, if I had to guess. The second is a little heavier, the small thuds that slightly echo give away that it’s man. I look up and Robin, and then the two people who approached.

“This is my husband Demetrius, and our daughter Maru.” Robin points to a petite, mixed woman with curly hair and round rimmed glasses that make her eyes appear big. Maru smiles and waves at me, small dimples appearing in her cheeks as if she’s actually happy to see me.

“I’m Maru! It’s nice to meet you, Mom told me about you. Your name is Seren, right?”

I nod.

Demetrius is a taller man, and he steps forward with a hand held out. “Demetrius, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Seren.” I take his hand, his grip is tight when he squeezes.

“Okay that’s two, but I called three. Maru, where’s your brother Sebastian?”

Maru shrugs. “I wish I knew, but he doesn’t tell me anything.”

The door behind me chimes, and all three of us turn to look at the person coming in. It’s a guy around my age, about 5’9 in height. His hair is messily styled and black with purple streaks, his clothes mirror those of the emo fashion back home in ZuZu city. His lip ring glints when he opens his mouth to take a drag of his cigarette, puffing the smoke out when his gaze settles on me. He pushes his hair back to reveal another glint in his eyebrow, another piercing.

He's…super-hot.

The guy, Sebastian, I presume, puts out his butt before scanning the room again. “What?” He raises an eyebrow again with enough attitude to put a teenage girl to shame.

Robin laughs nervously. “Sebastian, this is the new farmer, say hi.”

Sebastian looks at me again, his eyes are a deep brown. They don’t get any warmer when they travel down my work-worn body. “You’re the new farmer?” If I had a nickel…

“Yeah. Seren.” Did that sound cool? Fuck I wanted it to sound cool.

“Of all the places you had to live, why’d it have to be Pelican Town?”

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littleperson404 · 8 months ago

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ok so i got a brainworm. was listening to music and Sound the Bugle plays. i love this song. as it ends, i get a brainworm about the lambs fucking BACKSTORY to the tune of this fucking song... so here that is. putting a cut just in case yall dont wanna see it. got a whole ass worded storyboard bc i could not draw this

:00-:35 - "instrumental" slideshow of lamb either on the run or hiding as family/friends are murdered :36 - "instrumental" lamb hiding somewhere as the realization that they could be the last sets in while crying :49 - "instrumental" time jump? time speed up? to lamb depressed and empty eyed from crying. with the louder "dum. Dum, dum." zoom in on their tired, lifeless eyes with each beat :55 - "sound the bugle now" cut to a wide view of a clearing. lamb laying on their side/back with a gash in their leg, wrapped with random cloth they found to help the bleeding. blood showing through the cloth 1:01 - "play it just for me" cut zoom in closer 1:05 - "as the seasons change, remember how i used to be" either something showing the seasons changing as they get dirtier from running OR flashback of living with and doing things with family 1:13 ish - "now i cant go on. i cant even start" quick cut to the present, late fall or winter? 1:22 - "i've got nothing left" holding and looking at a small dead bell (nothing to make it ring. dented and scuffed from running in the past) or maybe a small figure? photo? 1:25 - "just an empty heart" cut to their face, tired, depressed, that look of given up 1:30 - "im a soldier" showing a scavenged sword to help hunt and fight off heretics. obviously old and well used, probably not clean, a bit of rust 1:33 - "wounded so i must give up the fight" cut to a bad cut on their leg, making it hard to move let alone run. maybe hear heretics coming? idk what would have caused it 1:38 - "theres nothing more for me" a single tear running down their face (due to depression and god only knows what else in their head) as they feel like they've failed 1:42 - "lead me away" the heretics come in to find them on the ground. the sword is out of reach so theres no chance to fight. not that they would. 1:50 - "or leave me lyin here" they close their eyes and accept whatever happens 1:52 - "instrumental" theyre chained up and forced to walk. probablysong: Sound the Bugle - Bryan Adams (from the Spirit: sotc sound track)

ok in this bit i dont have as much vision so its a lil more vague

2:07 - "sound the bugle now, tell 'em i dont care" coming up to the temple 2:16 - "theres not a road i know that leads to anywhere" 2:24 - "without a light i fear that i will stumble in the dark" stumbles up the steps to the chopping block (idk the actual name for it) bc dark (i love when scenes match lyrics fight me) 2:33 - "lay right down 'n decide not to go on" head is now on the block, axe raises. they close their eyes 2:41 - "then from on high, somewhere in the distance" one last memory, or maybe a vision before death, their mother comforting them or something 2:50 - "theres a voice that calls 'remember who you are'" their mother telling them to remember while cupping their face 2:58 - "'if you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow. so be strong tonight'" still their mother, now looking them in the eyes. more crying from lamb.

and now more a bit more detail lol

3:14 - "'remember who you are'" we leave the vision, a single tear falls from their face as the axe falls. not sure on the emotion. we dont see the decapitation, only the axe falling towards the screen 3:16 - "instrumental" i dont imagine this animated at all, just a slideshow of events. scene cuts from the axe with the cymbals here. and suddenly, white. lamb's eyes are closed, then open, and we switch to see narinder. he holds out his hand with the crown. 3:23 - "drums" their face hardens as they look at it and him, realizing they have a chance for revenge 3:25 - they put their hand out and the crown flies to them 3:30 - "yeeeaaaaaahhh" the whole resurrection bit with the red light beam thing lol 3:32 - "youre a soldier now" everyone is shocked, including lamb. the crown already a sword in their hand, red fleece and bell collar around their neck as well 3:37 - "fighting in a battle" they look around 3:40 - "to be free once more" they turn to see the path they came from now lit with sun (it was night before, thus the tripping) 3:45 - "yeah thats worth-" we see them smile for the first time as light and determination fills their eyes, probably a closeup on their face "fightin for" freeze frame as they lunge forward with their sword raised

#brainworm #cotl #how the fuck #this took me an hour to type out somewhere else and reformat here #fucking help #blabbin

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crows-of-buckets · 6 months ago

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#dragon age#oc: aviae surana#crow rambles#you look into the assassins eyes and you see a twisted mirror of yourself. of the internal struggle between the want of survival and the#want of it all to end. you hold your hand out to him. this will change both of your lives forever#and when the archdemon is dead and your lover has left you and the pieces you had been frantically trying to hold together fall apart and#shatter. he holds out his hand to you.#THEY MAKE ME SICK. SICK. IM NAUSEOUS OUGGHHHHH#both of them are living for the first time. both of them grew up trapped in a gilded cage. they recognize it in each other#theres a certain instant understanding between them. maybe neither of them notice it but they both warm up to each other very fast#aviae has reason to be wary of everyone in the party: alistair was almost a templar. morrigan is. well morrigan. wynne is too pro circle for#aviae to truly let down her guard around. leliana is too attached to the maker for her. ironically the assassin is the one she bares her#throat to willingly. she sees the reflected desire and WANT of survival in him. the longing for freedom. it just. oughhhh#ive said it before but if zevran had showed up sooner he would have been her canon love intrest#however i MUCH prefer their friendship it does something to my brain chemistry#she can just be so??? bare and honest with him?? when she tells him about the circle and its horrors#about waking up to friends missing. about templars eyes lingering where they were unwanted. about the constant surveillance she went through#he GETS it. i get why people are so ill avout zevsurana bc their friendship alone has me about to sob#it is 2:38 am and i cannot fall asleep bc i am thinking about them. insane

okay no apparently im not done with this i woke up thinking about it. Aviae and her breakdown post origins is so fascinating to me. Shes lived her whole life, head on a metaphorical chopping block, and now the axe has swung and by some miracle it missed her neck. Now there's nothing hanging over her head, and for the first time her life cannot revolve around surviving. Because she's done that!! She survived!! Now she has to figure out what exists outside of that and it. oughhhh. Freedom feels weird and she doesn't know what to do with it. This is also around the time where she starts to realize that the wardens are just another pretty cage shes trapped in and she starts to resent them so much for it.

Theres so much guilt and conflicting feelings about the fact that she even is alive. She wants to be alive. But she doesn't know what to do with it. She's tired. She needs a break but god knows shes not going to get one. The archdemon is dead and now she has no goal, and is just? There. She has no goal. She has no one telling her what to do. For the first time in her life shes aimless. The blight is done.

Now she has to figure out how to live without being in survival mode, and it manages to kick off one of her worst depressive episodes of her life. Aviae Surana and the no good, very bad Awakening DLC

Thinking too hard about Aviae and Zevrans friendship and it's making me Ill

#dragon age #oc: aviae surana #crow rambles #im playing through zevs romance and somehow its making my aviae brainrot Worse #idk. shes my specialist little gal ever #my ocs

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starssunsoftheinfinite · 2 years ago

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Yandere!Loki x Cat!Male Reader Chapter 1

what happens when you want to make a catboy fic but also a more serious fic but dont want to write two fics? this is what happens. This was also a little test for me to see if I could find a way for catboys to be serious in some way.

warnings : blood (quick mention), themes of memory loss, mention of murder/death

Names used : Y/N, 'cat burgeler', 'little thing', 'little one', 'pet', 'sweet pet'

vaguely spicy, theres tension but no one is touched in that way.

Read over by me and corrected with the help of an app.

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You don't remember much of anything before your time as a thief really. You remember being a child but there is such a large gap in your memory. Like it had all just disappeared. Besides being young, all you know is that you were cold and alone and discovered rather quickly that the stars, as beautiful as they are, were not a kind place. So you found your own place among the dark, forging your own life when no one would lend a hand. You knew enough of your existence before your thieving began to create some sort of life before all this. You knew you were from Midgard, you knew you liked the music from that planet and you knew that killing came easy to you which probably meant something not so good but you didn't like to dwell.

None of that was important right now. What was important was that you had a job to do. Recently you had struck up a deal with an anonymous buyer to infiltrate the trophy hall of Odin and bring back a treasure. This statement was rather confusing, usually, people want something specific, but after some prying, you found out it was simply because the buyer wanted to gloat about having something from Odin's halls. This would be difficult. Difficult for someone who wasn't you, that is. You managed to slip your way into the castle easily enough and once at the doors to the hall there were no guards. Immediately something felt off and the hair on your neck stood upright and your fur bristled. Your ears folded back and pressed against your head but you pushed on, pressing your palm against the door, claws out and ready to strike. Standing there, just down the steps was Odin himself accompanied by the guards you presumed were intended originally to sit outside the door. "Oh for fucks sake" You huffed, rolling your eyes as the All-father stood calmly, staring. His lack of anger frightened you somewhat. "Did you not think we would see you," Odin spoke, voice echoing. Your tongue rolled over your sharp canines and you avoided the All-fathers gaze. "Well I knew it was a possibility but you didn't seem to at first.." you huffed before carrying on. You dragged your hands down your face, claws now retracted. "I should have seen this coming" You groaned and Odin hummed "Yes, you should have." You shot him a quick glare. "If you go without a fight we will discuss your sentence and perhaps give you more mercy. The only crime you have currently committed is breaking and entry and while you may have intended to steal you have yet to. " Odin stated and you thought about it for a moment. After a moment of silence you gave a wicked grin, baring your teeth like a snarl, your pupils thin slits and your claws out and sharp as ever. "Go big or go home I always say." You snap and rush toward the two guards. Quicker than they can blink your hand is wrapped around the wrist of the guard on the left, twisting and causing him to yelp and his hand to tense into a claw, dropping his spear which you gladly took. A little too focused on the first guard, you held the spear like an axe over your head but before you can swing it the second guard cleanly punches you in the face. You gasp, dropping the spear and hunching over, holding your face as bruises already begin to spring up along your cheek and blood begins to leak from your nostril.

"I think that's enough of that." The All-Father calls out and reaches out, gripping the scruff of your neck, leaving you to dangle helplessly while the guard you had previously attempted to fight pulled your hands from your face and put cuffs on your wrists. "We have no more empty cells, your liege. Where should we put him?" The second guard asked. Odin hummed. "Put him with Loki, give my son some company. I also fear anyone else may simply kill our cat burglar. " The guards both snickered at the comment and you rolled your eyes as you were ushered out of the hall.

You didn't speak a word as you were dragged to the dungeons, barely even looking up from your feet. Your mind did wander though, to this 'Loki' fellow. You had heard the name, obviously, he's a God, and from what you heard he wasn't half bad looking. You'd never say that to him of course.

When you finally came to the cell, you still didn't look at anything but the floor, not even a glimpse at your new roomie, far too embarrassed over the whole situation. "We are going to open this cell. If you try anything, your sentence will be doubled. Got it?" The guard to your left spoke. "Of course" Oh my. That was certainly a voice. Silky smooth and deep with the tiniest rasp on certain letters. Gorgeous. Your ears flicked up for just a moment but promptly folded back down to fain being uninterested. Loki chuckled and you had to swallow, hanging your head completely down with your mouth slightly agape. My God, if this was his voice what was his face like? You heard a 'shiing' and stumbled ever so slightly as you were guided into the cell, immediately whipping around to glare at the guard both out of anger and also to avoid looking at the man you'd be staying with for a little longer. You kept your eyes on the men as they left, slowly taking steps back from the yellow sheen of your cell's borders. You took another step, then another, then another- warmth pressed against your back and you tensed, practically growing an inch as you straightened out your back and turned, stumbling away from what you bumped into. Green eyes gazed down at you like daggers, beautiful, beautiful daggers. A small gasp escaped your lips and you took another step back. Loki's hands were folded behind his back and he took a step forward, leaning slightly closer. "And who might you be, little thing?" He hummed and you felt yourself melt. You blinked quickly, shaking your head and rubbing your face. "Stop that." You huffed and glared up at Loki with a stern expression. Loki tilted his head, eyes narrowing in confusion "Stop what? Asking for your name?" He hummed curiously and you rolled your eyes, swerving around him to move around your shared cell. He turned to follow you with his eyes. "No, I know about you. You're all magic and tricks and shit and clearly, you're trying to use one on me. " Loki raised an eyebrow "I believe you are simply paranoid. " He stated bluntly and you huffed. "Now, I asked you a question. " The God said and you finally answered, "You can call me Y/N." You stated, finding a place to sit in the corner of your cell, knees to your chest and tail curled around you. There was a moment of silence before you heard Loki's shoes tap against the smooth floor, coming closer to you. He crouched beside you, his legs slightly spread and arms resting over his thighs. "What?" You spoke. "Look at me," He said. You did not. Before you could protest he reached out and grabbed your jaw in his frigid hand, turning your head for you. You felt heat rise to your cheeks but if he saw he ignore it. "I've never seen something like you before." Your face may be held towards his but you kept your eyes away. "Eyes on me," Loki said, low and commanding, and for some reason, you couldn't help but do as you were told. The minute you held eye contact your pupils widened as if to take all of his beauty in they had to grow in size.

"Look at that" Loki whispered breathily, almost praising. "A minute ago they were thin as paper. " He commented before continuing. "You are a Midguardian but... you are more than that. What are you truly I wonder?" Loki muses before letting go of your face and sitting beside you as though nothing had happened. You turned your head to look at the floor in front of you and your pupils became slits once more. "Curious. " Loki hummed beside you and you groaned. "I'm not some pet to observe Loki. " You huffed and Loki let out another warm chuckle that caused warmth to burst throughout your chest once more. "I cannot help but observe, pet" Your cheeks flush at the nickname but you groan to fain annoyance.

"I see the flush of your cheeks, little one. " Loki hums and stares, you can see him doing so from the corner of your eye. You hum and shuffle, turning your back to the God. You gasp, tensing as you feel Loki's index finger run over your spine, starting low and rising. His hand found its place in your hair. You opened your mouth to protest but your words were silenced by fingers running through your hair, scratching at your scalp. Before long purrs rose from deep in your throat and you began to go limp. "That's it.." Loki cooed lowly, using his other hand to guide you from your curled position to instead lay your head in his lap.

"Sleep, sweet pet."

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perlapulido · 4 months ago

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Dragon At Heart

Summary: Not many now about Uchoa in her life growing up in a tribe that anyone has heard of in Kingdoms but that doesnt stop her curiosity making allies and enemies while theres a battle going on that she wants no part of unless its worth surviving. Those who know dont cross her or her people that will instantly regret that they wished to be killed before she deals with them personally.

Ch1

Its was nice chilly day in a large acre of the forest with a near by rivers making it a good time explore or hunting. A group of men built shelter out of broken branches, leaves, and anything that will blend in to keep any danger from noticing them. They may have made their clothing out of animal skin but using mud or dirt helps disguise themselves as well. A man wore light deer skin pants with brown leathery belts which one to hold his arrow and hunting knife made of onyx stone. He looked around seeing that someone was missing while three men left to go hunting having a look around. "Uchoa? Where are you?" said the man looking around. "Papa. I'm up here." said a small voice. The man looked up in the trees to see a little girl sitting very high in the branches looking down at him. "Get down. I need your help with the firewood." said the man. The girl climbed down at ease until the man caught her in his arms when jumped off looking at him moving her short brown hair away showing her dirty face with her thick line of red paint across her face under her eyes with dots below. "I need you to go collect sticks and branches to last us for tonight." said the man putting her down. "Take this along with your axe." he says handing her a knife made out of a goats leg with a hoof as the handle. Uchoa took it placing it in the hidden pocket of her pants and used her shirt as a cover following him to the shelter to grab her axe with spare rope going on her way. She walked around the woods for an hour with very few branches tied in her back stopping to smell something burning. Uchoa went over curiously hearing voices having her stop to see some young boys fighting except one who was on the ground watching by the bonfire with a man next to him. She lowered herself down to not be seen to take off her bundle of branches and threw them up on the high nook of the tree. "Boys collect us some more meat and get water by the river not far from here." said the man. "Yes father." said one of the boys walking with his brothers with their weapons and buckets. "Watch the camp son. im going to get some rest." said the man looking at his youngest. He got up going inside the tent while the boy crawled to sit on the large rock to pick up one of the swords looking interested.

Uchoa quietly crawled on all fours like an animal to have a better look at their camp grounds then stopped when the boy almost looked her way but was really messing around with the sword from the way he was moving it around. She hid in the bushes not far from him seeing his legs looked strange to her from how it was straightened out by the metal bars holding it in place. Thud! Uchoa and the boy both looked where it came from having Uchoa see it was her branches that got knocked down by a hawk. She didnt waste time to run all fours fast like animal grabbing her things hearing the boy calling to her but didnt listen once she fled. After getting her task done Uchoa explained to her father what happened which led them to move up to the river to get away from the Vikings as the told her. Uchoa stood in the middle of the river with the water reaching up to her knees to get fish. She waited for some time with her hands in the cold water waiting patiently and grabbed a live fish ad threw it in the woven basket whole her father used a sharp stick stab through it getting three in the process. They have gotten enough and started preparing it to eat by the gutting before being cooked into the fire. "Meeko. In the morning train Uchoa while we make sure those Vikings don't have others around." said the man. "Very well, Zephyr. Be ready." said Meeko getting up go inside the shelter. "Papa. Is there other tribes like us?" said Uchoa. "Yes but some are not like us. This tribe can be dangerous with so many of them. Their tongues are almost close to ours and minds of animals which we do not want to cross at all even when it comes to battle. They savage for blood with no mercy and have traditions of the warriors hair being cut to show their defeat. I dont want you to have that life when you grow to be in my position." said Zephyr. He used a stick to keep the fire moving while Uchoa listened carefully hearing the water, the winds blowing against the trees, and the fire when something else caught her ears like animal was near.

Uchoa grabbed her knife stalking towards where the sound was coming from. She can hear the soft chirping in the bushes pulling apart to find a baby hawk screeching at her in fear trying to fly but one wing was barely moving. "Papa. Theres a baby Hawk looks to have a broken wing." said Uchoa putting her knife away to pick up the hawk carefully. She sat down with it near the fire to make a sling by a stick and part of her shirt that she ripped off. Uchoa was taught to handle injuries on animals and a person. She let out a yawn feeling tired from helping with the shelter, getting woods for the fire, and their very long walk here for the hunt that she wasn't participating in as she's only seven but came for extra help like healing or something simple. Uchoa petted the hawk gently to calm it down on her lap until it was time for sleep while River and Arrow stayed up to be look out. She went to her spot inside the hidden shelter laying on top of make leaves holding the hawk securely in her arms. Zephyr soon joined them going to his to face them and the entrance before resting with the rest of the group. He just couldn't from what happened back at their home with his being gravely sick and Uchoa ran out of their hut alarm everyone of the passing. Thinking that bring her and himself out to grieve quietly wasn't much help with the Vikings close by of where they are. "Papa." Said Uchoa. "Sleep Uchoa." Said Zephyr already knowing that she was thinking of her mother. He turned to see her sleeping with the hawk looking at him with his head tilted before shaking his feathers chirping a bit. Smiling at this scene reminded him of how he met Uchoas mother when they were just children on their way to find new unclaimed lands before the war broke out. Neither of them wanted to fight but had no choice to survive what was out there and needed to help Uchoa prepare for it if somethin were happened to him or their tribe before its too late.

#game of thrones #khal drogo #vikings tv #fanfic #ivar the boneless

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mydarllinglover · 2 years ago

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Alone || Shit Happens

Carl unlocked the gates once T-Dog called out that the food had arrived.

"What you got?" The kid asked.

"Canned beef, canned corn, canned cans, theres' a lot more where this came from." T-Dog said, carrying it through to one of the cells.

Sully jogged towards Natalia, sniffing the stuff she was carrying as he walked by her side.

"Any change?" Rick asked the make shift infirmary cell.

"Bleeding is under control and no fever" Lori said. "But his breath is laboured and his pulse is way down and he hasn't opened his eyes yet."

"Take my cuffs, put them on him." Rick told Glenn. "I'm not taking any chances."

Carl helped T and Natalia whilst Rick talked to Lori, Natalia was still fuming about what had happened in the cafeteria, she should have killed him and let Rick kill her after, least she'd be taking the creep down before he could do anything to anyone else.

"Nat, T, come on, let's go." Rick called out once their conversation was done.

"Stay with Carl, Sul, I'll be back. Be a good boy, will you." She gave the dog a treat as she rubbed his head, scratching behind his ears.

"Hey, I don't blame you" T-Dog told her as they walked back out the door.

"Least someone agrees with me." She scoffed.

Rick could hear them, he didn't say anything for the moment. Once they got back to the prisoners and Daryl, Rick layed the weapons on the table, for them to choose from.

Tomas picked up the crowbar, looking at it.

"Why do I need this, when I got this?" He asked, taking out his gun once again.

"You don't fire guns" Daryl said. "Not unless your backs up against the wall, noise attracts them, it really riles them up."

"We'll go two by two. Daryl will point with T. I'll bring up the rear with you. Stay tight, hold formation, no matter how close the walkers get. Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down, anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe in the head."

"And that's where you aim, these things only go down with a head shot." Daryl explained.

"You ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man"

"They ain't men. They're something else."

"Just remember, to go for the brain."

The prisoners picked up their weapons to get ready.

"And what about you little lady, ain't got a partner?" Axel asked.

"She can handle herself just fine." Daryl told him, catching her off guard.

"Nat here was on her own, been surviving like that for a while, hell, she damn near saved our lives and ended it." T joined in.

"You broke into my house and refused to leave." She scoffed, walking after the others.

"Why'd ya call your dog Sully?" Big Tiny asked her, they'd clearly seen her bidding the animal goodbye.

"You ever seen Monsters Inc? One with the monsters who have jobs?"

"Yeah, once." He replied.

"The big blue one, he's called Sully."

"You picked that?" Axel asked.

"No."

"It's a stupid name, who'd you let name your dog that?" Andrew included himself into the conversation.

"What you do to end up in prison, show the world how much of a fucking brainless idiot you are?" Natalia turned on the man, the people in the group slightly thrown off by her sudden aggression.

"Jeez, was just a question, uptight bitch" Andrew grumbled.

"Well mind yer own business." Daryl told him in a low voice.

"Man, it's too damn dark in here." Oscar complained as they walked through the dark hallways.

"Gotta hold it up high out In front of you." Daryl told him, gesturing to raise the flashlight.

"You're gonna hear them before you see 'em." Tomas whispered.

A clanging sound came from behind a corner, unsettling some of the prisoners.

"It's coming!" Axel called out.

"Shh." Rick hissed.

A lone walker trudged past the corner, Daryl raised his hand in the air, counting down, but before he could reach one, the prisoners ran at the dead prisoners yelling and shouting.

The four watched as the prisoners punched, kicked and beat the other walkers that came out.

"These guys are idiots, why are we helping them?" Natalia asked.

"Cause we have a deal." Rick sighed.

"We're wasting time." Natalia scoffed, pulling out two knifes, pushing Axel out of the way so that she could plunge one in the head of a walker that was getting its gut punched in, then handling the one Oscar was kicking, before taking out the third, as the prisoners stared at her. "Are we done? Can we move on now?"

"Let's go" Rick ordered, nodding at T and Daryl to lead the way again.

Once again, a walker by itself walked round the corner.

"It's gotta be the brain" Daryl said, shooting it in the head with his crossbow. "Not the stomach, not the heart, the brain."

"I hear you, the brain." Axel repeated as another one came at them.

Oscar, Axel and Rick took out three as more kept coming.

"Stay in tight formation, no more prison riot crap." Rick told the group.

Natalia noticed the biggest member of the group step back as everyone took out the walkers, one with long curly hair had followed him, she went to help when a walker that had been handcuffed struggled to get his hand's free, had managed to slip one out, although his hand had slid off the bone.

"Look out!" She called as it reached for Big Tiny's back. She threw a knife at the walker, causing it to drop dead as the knife imbedded itself in the skull of the walking dead prisoner.

Though what she didn't account for, is the walker that had sized her up as a meal, falling into her and sending them both to the ground, She struggled to get it's face away from hers as it snarled and spat at her.

It had ceased when a metal arrows head poked through, almost firing into her.

Natalia pushed the walker off of her, Rick quick to help her get to her feet.

"You alright?" Rick asked.

"Fine." She caught her breath.

"You saved my life." Big Tiny expressed, picking up the woman as he hugged her, almost crushing her bones.

"Don't mention it." She patted his back. "You can put me down now."

"Oh, right, my bad." He smiled shyly, dropping Natalia down so she could stand on her own feet.

As they went to continue, another walker had walked round the corner, Big Tiny hadn't noticed it until it was biting into the mans side.

"Argh!" He screamed out.

Tomas was quicker than everyone else, shooting two bullets into it's skull.

"Oh my God!" Natalia gasped, looking at the bite as Rick stared down Tomas, before coming to his senses and gently nudging Natalia out of the way so he could get a better look with the flashlight.

"I'm telling you man, I don't feel anything, it's just a little bite."

"I'm sorry, man." Rick sighed, knowing what would happen.

"I can keep fighting!" He argued.

"You cut that old guys leg off to save his life." Andrew brought up.

"Look at where the bite is"

"Guys, I'm fine! Just, I'm fine." He repeated, trying to reassure Rick.

"It's slow, you don't always get hit with it so soon." Natalia sighed.

"Look at me... I'm not changing into one of those things."

"Look, man, there has to be something that we can do." Oscar said "We could just lock him up."

"Quarantine him." Axel joined in.

"We gotta do something. Why you just standing there? We gotta save him."

"There's nothing we can do." Rick disagreed.

"You son of a bitch" Andrew cursed.

"I'm all right."

Tomas charged forward, shoving Natalia out of his way and onto the floor, before bashing his weapon into Big Tiny's head, letting the man fall to the ground as well, he looked at the bloody weapon for a moment, bringing it back down onto the mans skull repeatedly, sending blood and brain matter splatting everywhere.

Natalia crawled back as she watched the scene unfold, her eyes wide, she had killed many times before, but never so gruesomely, never like the man had just done, she was a survivalist, he was psychotic.

Two hands gripped her arms, pulling her up, she looked behind her quickly before noticing that it was T-Dog, Daryl beside him.

"You alright, got hurt?" T asked.

"I- I'm." She looked back, letting the rest of her sentence die down in her throat.

Once Tomas was satisfied the job was done, he looked back at Rick before walking ahead once more.

Daryl walked toward the handcuffed walker, pulling out the knife and wiping it on the overalls, passing it back to Natalia as the others headed after Tomas.

"Thanks" She muttered. "And for..."

"Let's go." He grumbled, nodding for her to go first.

Rick, Natalia and Daryl stayed behind the others as they walked down the dark hallways.

"You see the look on his face? How he threw Nat?" Daryl asked Rick.

"He makes one move." Rick told the pair.

"Just give me a signal." Daryl finished his sentence.

"I shouldn't of let you stop me earlier, told you I got a knack for this kinda thing." Natalia gritted.

The group made it to the laundromat, inspecting the empty room, just in case anything jumped out at them.

Snarling and banging came from the double doors in the room.

Daryl chucked his ring of keys at Tomas as they neared it.

"I ain't opening that." Tomas said.

"Yes, you are." Rick told him. "If you want this cell block. You're gonna open that door. Just the one, not both of them. Because we need to control this."

With a sigh, Tomas bent down and picked up the ring of keys, looking at the group before stepping towards the door and unlocking it.

"You bitches ready?" He asked, he struggled to open the door. "I got this."

Tomas pulled one more time, opening both doors before jumping back.

"I said one door!" Rick shouted at him.

"Shit happens."

The group fought off the overloading herd of walkers that followed out from the double doors, spreading everyone out.

Natalia pulled her knife out of one head, dropping it to the floor as she watched Tomas purposely try and take Rick out, who had narrowly missed it, causing her to almost forget about the walker that came straight for her.

Natalia dealt with it before running to Ricks side, who was now on the floor from a walker being thrown at him by the Hispanic.

She plunged the knife through its head, letting the man push it off him as she helped him get to his feet.

"T, mind the gap!" Daryl shouted out, also seeing what had just happened.

"Thanks." Rick said to the woman.

"Just paying you back." She said, fighting against another walker that came at her. "Now deal with our other problem."

He nodded at her in agreement, Rick knew what he had to do.

Soon enough, the laundromat was rid of hungry walkers.

Daryl aimed his crossbow at Tomas who shrugged off Ricks heavy stare as he walked towards him.

"It was coming at me, bro." Tomas said.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Rick agreed. "I get it. Shit happens."

The laundromat was silent as Rick and Tomas had a stare off.

Until Rick swung his arm back, the one carrying the machete, before bringing it down onto Tomas's head, pushing it down so that he landed on his knees before dropping to the ground.

"No!" Andrew cried out, attempting to hit Rick with his bat. Natalia tugged out her handgun from her waistband, aiming it at him.

"Easy now" Daryl said, moving the aim of his crossbow.

Andrew looked at the pair before turning back to Rick, realising he had no options here. He spun around, running out of the door.

"I got him" Rick told the three as he chased after the prisoner.

Daryl and Natalia pointed their weapons at the other two prisoners, T-Dog quick to copy with his own gun.

"Man, get down on your knees." Daryl ordered.

"We don't have no affiliation to what just happened!" Axel told the three. "Tell him, Oscar!"

"Stop talking, man" Oscar said, his hands up in surrender.

Rick soon enough came back, raising his own gun at the prisoners.

"We didn't have nothing to do with that." Oscar said.

"You didn't know?" Rick asked him. "You knew, let's end this now." Rick moved to point his gun at Axels head.

"Sir, please, listen to me!" Axel cried. "It was them that was bad, it wasn't us."

"Oh, that's convenient."

"You saw what he did to Tiny! He was my friend. Please, we ain't like that. I like my pharmaceuticals, but I'm no killer." Axel pleaded, Natalia scoffed at him.

"Oscar here, he's a B and E, and he ain't very good at it neither. We ain't the violent guys, they were! Please, I swear to God! I wanna live!"

Rick turned back around and aimed his gun at Oscar.

"What about you?" Rick asked when he still had said nothing.

"I ain't never pleaded for my life. And I aint about to start now. So you do what you gotta do."

Natalia eventually put her gun back on safety, tucking it back in the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.

Rick took this as a sign, lowering his own gun, letting the pair stand up.

Daryl grabbed a hold of Axels overalls pushing him to walk forward to cell block D, using his keys that he picked back up to unlock the door, throwing the man onto the ground.

The Cell block was full of dead prisoners lying on the ground just outside their cells, their hands zip tied behind their backs and blood coming out from their heads, where they had clearly been shot.

"Oh, man." Oscar sighed.

"I knew these guys." Axel whimpered. "These were good men."

Natalia couldn't help the thought that they were in prison not let her fully believe what he said.

"Let's go." Rick told the three.

"So, you're just gonna leave us in here?" Oscar asked him. "Man, this is sick."

"We're locking down this cell block. From now on, this part of the prison is yours, take it or leave it, that was the deal." Rick shrugged.

"You think this is sick? You don't wanna know what's outside." Daryl offered.

"Consider yourselves the lucky ones."

"Sorry about your friends, man."

Natalia followed after Rick and Daryl.

"A word of advice, take those bodies out and burn them." T-Dog finalised before leaving as well.

"What a day" Natalia sighed, stretching her arms up high.

"Yer lucky yer still breathing." Daryl told her.

"Yeah, well, falling on my ass twice and saving a mans life before his horrific death, all without dying, I would say that's pretty lucky."

"Lets just get back and see how Hershel's doing" Rick told them, scratching at his beard.

"Hey, that was pretty badass, what you did with the machete and the dramatic pause, but I still think my idea was way better." Natalia told Rick.

"It wasn't really for a show. Your way was barbaric"

"I know, but it would of been gratifying, would make me feel a damn lot better." She shrugged.

"Hershel stopped breathing" Carls voice could be heard as the group walked into the cell block. "Mom saved him."

"Its true." Glenn clarified.

Natalia slid down the wall facing outside the cell as everyone filled it, Sully jogging to her side as he nudged his head against her chest, making her raise her hands to hold his face, scruffing up his fur as she kissed the top of his head.

"Daddy?" Maggie called to her father, followed by a more excited Beth as the man opened his eyes.

Hershel had made it, and Rick was to thank for that.

The sun was shining as Natalia walked round the field with Sully, throwing around a ball she found for the dog to catch and bring back as Rick, Daryl, Carol and T-Dog brought in the cars.

"Hey, Nat, you helping out today?" Daryl shouted over to the woman, gesturing for her to come over.

"Come on, boy." She called to her dog, walking over.

"It's gonna be a long day." T-Dog told her. "Collecting and burning bodies."

"How exciting, so glad you asked me to help out." Natalia teased.

"Where's Glenn and Maggie? We could use some help." Carol asked.

"On watch, right?" Natalia asked, looking around for the pair.

"Yeah, up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed up at the tower.

"Guard tower, they were up there just last night." Rick reminded.

"Must've been a lot to scope out."

"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl called up.

The head of Glenn popped up through the window, unlocking the door and walking out as he was in the middle of getting dressed.

"Hey! What's up, guys?" Glenn called down, doing up the button of his jeans.

"You coming?" Daryl asked him.

"What?"

"You coming?" He repeated.

Glenn looked towards Maggie unsure of the question as everyone stifled laughs.

"Come on, we could use a hand."

"Yeah, we'll be right down." Glenn raised a finger as a dishevelled Maggie looked down unapprovingly.

"Least someone's getting some action." Natalia mused.

"Maybe you can try your luck with one of them" T-Dog pointed from behind them, causing the group to turn around.

Axel and Oscar had walked up to their side of the fence, looking down on the others.

"Come with me" Rick muttered, walking towards the fence, the other four on his heels.

Natalia slipped the gun out from behind her belt, holding it tightly just in case.

"That's close enough." Rick told the prisoners. "We had an agreement."

"Please, mister. We know that." Axel pleaded as Maggie and Glenn came out from the red door behind them. "But you gotta understand we can't live in that place another minute. You follow me? All the bodies, people we knew, blood, brains, everywhere. There's ghosts."

"Why don't you move the bodies out?" Daryl asked.

"You should be burning them" T added.

"We tried. We did."

"The fence is down on the far side of the prison. Every time we drag a body out, those things just line up. Dropping the body and just running back inside." Oscar explained.

"Look, we had nothing to do with Tomas and Andrew. Nothing. You trying to prove a point. You proved it, bro. We'll do whatever it takes to be part of your group. Just please, please... don't make us live in that place."

"You can always leave" Natalia said.

Axel looked at Natalia before back at Rick.

"Our deal is non negotiable." Rick told the two prisoners. You either live in your cell block, or as Nat said, or you can leave."

"I told you this was a waste of time." Oscar told Axel. "They ain't no different than the pricks who shot up our boys. You know how many friends corpses we had to drag out this week? Just threw them out, like. These were good guys. Good guys who had our backs against the really bad dudes in this joint, like Tomas and Andrew. Now we've all made mistakes to get in here, chief. And I'm not gonna pretend to be a saint, but believe me we've paid our due enough that we would rather hit that road than to go back into that shithole."

Rick turned around, to where Natalia and Daryl were both stood, his eyes asking their thoughts, at first she thought it was just to Daryl until his eyes shifted to hers, each both shook their heads.

"The road it is then." Rick told them.

Daryl escorted the pair into the outer gate where one of the cars still sat whilst Rick deliberated with everyone else.

"Are you serious, you want them living in a cell next to you? They'll just be waiting for a chance to grab our weapons. You want to go back to sleeping with one eye open?" Rick asked T-Dog.

"I never stopped. We let Nat join us, she could of easily done the same thing, now look at her, locking her cell at night so we can't get in."

"Hey, mind your own business, I let you people in, besides, I've never been in prison, from committing a crime!" Natalia defended herself.

"And we're all grateful for that" T-Dog told her. "But what I'm saying is, I think we should bring them into the fold. If we send them off packing, we might as well execute them ourselves."

"If you think they're that incapable on their own, what use are they to us?" She asked him.

"I don't know, Axel seems a little unstable." Glenn joined in.

"After all we've been through? We've fought so hard for all this, what if they decide to take it?" Carol asked.

"It's just been us for so long. They're strangers. I don't... it feels weird all of a sudden to have these other people around." Maggie sighed.

"You brought us in" T-Dog reminded her.

"Yeah, but you turned up with a shot boy in your arms. Didn't give us a choice."

Natalia looked between the group, she had been with them for around two months, she didn't realise how much she actually closed her self off from the group until finding out that Carl had been shot, just now.

"They can't even kill walkers." Glenn brought up.

"They're convicts, bottom line."

"Yeah, both points I've been making, thank you."

"Those two might actually have less blood on their hands then we do, especially Nat." T-dog said, making Natalia scoff as she bit her lip.

"I get guys like this. Hell, I grew up with them. They're degenerates, but they aint psychos. I could have been in there with them just as easy as I'm out here with you guys." Daryl said, seeming to have swayed his vote.

"So are you with me?" T asked him.

"Hell, no. Let 'em take their chances out on the road like we did." He finished with, bringing back Natalia's hope in him.

"What I'm saying, Daryl-"

"When I was a rookie, I arrested this kid. Nineteen years old, wanted for stabbing his girlfriend." Rick started. "The kid blubbered like a baby during the interrogation, during the trial suckered the jury. He was acquitted due to insufficient evidence, and then two weeks later, shot another girl. We've been through too much. Our deal with them stands." Rick finalised, walking away, the rest following except for T-Dog, who eventually came to his senses and caught up.

"Move the cars to the upper yard. Point 'em facing out. They'll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail." Rick told Glenn, chucking him the keys, who jogged ahead. "We'll give the prisoners a weeks worth of supplies for the road."

"Might not last a week." T-Dog sighed.

"It's their choice." Rick shrugged.

"Did they really have one?"

Natalia ignored the conversation, leaning against the fence, Sully by her side as the vehicles were being moved.

"Twin cylinder. is that a Triumph?" Axel asked Daryl as he hopped on his motorcycle.

"Don't even look at it." He threatened the prisoner, struggling to start it up.

"Don't want it bored out?" Axel tried again at making conversation. "Sounds like it could use a tune up. I'm pretty handy with a wrench." He shouted over the revs of the bike starting. "Heads are leakin', I know my bikes!"

"Man, will you just stop?" Oscar asked the blond, also watching the pair interact. "Have some balls."

"Just sayin'"

Natalia leaned off the fence as Glenn was closing it, walking back up with the others.

Carol was moving the red truck as Daryl, Rick and Natalia climbed through the hole in the fence, planning on heading for the woods, Glenn caught up after giving food to the prisoners.

"Should I take her out?" Glenn asked, pointing to the walker on the other side of the water.

"No." Rick told him. "If that armoury hadn't been picked clean, we could spare the ammo."

"I'll start making runs" Daryl offered. "The sooner the better."

"We'll throw as much wood as we can in the dog run."

"Won't fire attract more walkers? Maybe we should bury them." Glenn suggested.

"You wanna count how many bodies that is we'd have to bury?" Natalia asked him, looking over her shoulder to see that Daryl was still stood at the gate, looking into the woods.

"Besides, we're behind the fence. It's worth the one-time risk to get rid of the bodies for good. I don't want to be planting crops in walker-rotted soil."

"I don't get why I'm out here collecting fire like a lumberjack, I could've helped with the cars" Natalia sighed as they began making piles.

"Can you even drive?" Glenn asked her.

"Yes, are you old enough?"

"I'm 22."

"I'm 26."

"Liar. There's no way you were walking and talking by the time I was even born." Glenn rejected.

"Believe it, kiddo."

"We've never seen you drive, we've seen them." Rick said. "When was the last time you drove a car?"

"Uhm, probably nearly three years ago?”

"Why so long?" Glenn asked, surprised by her answer.

"That's a personal question." Natalia said. "But I still know how to, besides, I didn't need to, my boyfriend did, but he's dead, so it's up to me again."

"Oh, uh, well I think this is enough firewood, so we should head back." Rick cleared his throat.

The four of them walked back towards the fence, only three of them carrying firewood as Daryl carried his crossbow, helpful.

"Looky here" Daryl said, holding the fence open for the others to get through.

Natalia was the last to climb out, chucking the logs of wood into the pile the other two placed theirs as they all watched Hershel, on crutches, walk around the courtyard.

"He is one tough son of a bitch" Glenn grinned. "Alright Hershel!"

"Shh! Keep your cheers down" Daryl muttered to Glenn, gesturing to the walkers roaming around outside the fences.

"Oh, man, can't we just have one good day?" The Korean sighed.

"Don't go jinxing it." Natalia told him.

The four smiled at the others, happy for Hershel's achievement, until Natalia noticed something behind Carl.

"Shit!" She cursed, instantly reaching for her knifes.

"Walkers!" Carl screamed, turning around. "Look out!"

"No!" Rick shouted, sprinting down the fences, Daryl following and Natalia right in front, Glenn skidded back to tie the fence back up in order to not get outsiders coming in either.

"Get out of there! Now!"

Natalia reached the gate first.

"Keys! I need the keys!" She screamed out.

Glenn chucked the keys to Daryl, who threw them to Rick who then tossed them to Natalia, who unlocked the gate, throwing it open so the others could get through.

"Move!" She shouted at the two prisoners, running for the other gate to unlock it.

"Come on! Come on!" Daryl shouted.

"I'm trying! It's stuck!"

"Out my way" Rick moved in front of Natalia, trying his luck.

"Got it" He eventually said, throwing the gate open.

"Hey, bro, what about us?" Axel cried out as the four ran up to the prison.

He was ignored.

Rick and Natalia shot walkers, landing headshots, Daryl took a few out with his crossbow, whilst Glenn opted for his machete.

"What the hell happened?" Rick shouted at Beth and Hershel, who were safe in a cage, Natalia could thank the lords above that they had brought Sully with them.

"The gate was open!" Beth answered him.

"Where's Lori, Carl... everyone else?"

"Maggie led Lori and Carl into C block." Hershel replied.

"And T was bit." Beth added.

"Anyone else?"

"I couldn't tell."

"Stay put." Rick instructed, turning around to take out another walker.

"Those chains didn't break on their own." Glenn reported back, once they had got all the walkers in the courtyard. "Someone took an axe or cutters to 'em."

Daryl, Rick and Natalia turned around to find Axel and Oscar walking up.

"How convenient they show up now." Natalia commented, aiming her gun at them.

"You think they did it?" Glenn asked.

"Who else?" Rick said.

Just then, an alarm blared around the prison.

"What's that? Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"

Glenn, Natalia and Rick shot at the speakers, but not ceasing the alarms.

"Kill it!" Hershel shouted.

"How the hell can this be happening?" Rick asked the prisoners, pointing his gun in their faces.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! It must be the back up generators." Oscar said.

"Well how do you turn those on?"

"There's three that's connected to a diesel tank, okay? Each one controls a certain part of the prison. The hacks shut 'em all off when the prison was overrun."

"Can someone open up the gates electronically with full power?" Rick pointed at the main gates.

"I only worked in there a few days. I... I guess it might be possible."

"Come with us!" Rick grabbed Oscar by the overalls, running to the cell blocks.

Once they got to it, there were a few bodies on the ground, but Carl, Maggie and Lori were nowhere in sight.

"We just took out five of 'em in there." Daryl said, grabbing one of his arrows.

"There were four in here but no sign of Lori or any of them." Rick reported back.

"Must've been pushed back into the prison."

"Somebody is playing games!" Rick exclaimed. "We'll split up and look for the others."

"We need to shut this alarm off" Natalia said.

"We will, whoever gets to the generators first, shut them down! Lets go!"

They ran back out the cell block, the prisoners accompanying them.

Glenn and Axel ran off, but before anyone else could they got chased towards the generator room by a large group, forcing them through.

Daryl and Oscar kept the doors closed as Rick and Natalia looked around, guns held high.

"How do you shut these down?" Rick shouted, looking at the machinery.

"Go, help him, Nat, c'mere, switch" Daryl ordered.

Natalia helped hold the door closed as Oscar went to turn off the machines.

"Did you see how many was out there?" She asked, gritting her teeth.

"Was too busy running!" Daryl responded.

"We could take them."

"No!"

A loud cry sounded from the other side, before metal hitting metal.

"What's going on?"

"It's Andrew, he's alive!" She told them as they both struggled with the door, her being able to see slightly better than him.

"Alright, one... two three!" The two stepped away from the door, Natalia readying her knife whilst Daryl reached for his crossbow.

The door flew open, Walkers entering as the pair took them out.

"Shoot him! We can take back this prison!" The voice of Andrew shouted. "What you waiting for? Do it! It's our house, shoot him!"

No one else said anything as a gunshot went off.

Daryl closed the door back up, both looking at each other before moving to see what had just happened.

Oscar was holding Ricks gun, pointed straight ahead. then he spun it, handing it back to the man, Andrews dead body on the floor.

Rick took his gun back, holding it as he moved back towards the machines, turning dials and soon enough the alarms stopped.

"Let's go" Rick told them.

They walked down the dark hallways, only finding a few lone walkers, that Natalia was quick to take out, the others holding flashlights. Soon enough, they met back up with Glenn and Axel.

The six halted behind a corner, running past it quickly to be met with two walkers eating an corpse.

Rick took them both out, the bodies dropping, revealed what was left of T-Dog.

He was dead.

Glenn paced back. Natalia covered her mouth, not knowing what to do with herself.

Daryl bent down, picking up a red cloth, Carols headscarf.

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