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[deeptrashwitch]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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Do you guys think Logan ever cried for his dad and brother while in the pit?

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(A little hint and spoiler of the COD Ghosts OC, named Casper, that I’ve been working on!)

Woman, was taking a smoke before looking down at the little boy: You know…I was beautiful before I got pregnant.

Casper: I know……

Woman: You ruined me, [Name].

Casper: I know……

Woman, pointed her cigarette at him with a disgusted glare: You better grow up to be something GREATER to make up for the damage you’ve done.

Casper, tearing up: I will……

... I haven't even met him and I want to adopt him already! Taro, let me guess, I have to brace for a lot of angst, don't I? 🥺 (I love that HAHAHAHAHA)

Let me swing at the mom, please! Let me swing at her! *with a bat ready*

[deeptrashwitch]

M! MY DEAR!! I MISSED YOU TOO AND I MISSED RARES, VAL AND AURA AS WELL 🥹😍💖

How have u been?

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🤗 for Alicia, because I think she deserves one <3

Alicia just chuckles and hugs you back with a soft smile. "Well, thank you for the hug. I gotta say I did need it."

(Thanks for asking!!!)

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BESTIEEEEEEEEE <3 I LOVE U!!!

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A One-shot about Alicia after being MIA

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Alicia stared at her hands in silence. She heard one drop, two drops, three drops, was it the water of that hellish cell? Or was it something else? The moonlight kept her up, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to close her eyes without seeing that place or hearing the screams.

For some minutes the beeping from the monitors was the only company she had, mostly because even if the man on the other bed was awake, he wouldn't be able to speak just yet. Like that, the hours passed and the sun came out with her not having even an hour of sleep.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked exhausted when she felt the stare.

Captain Taylor Smith simply grabbed a paper and a pen to write. “You couldn't sleep, right?”

Alicia just shook her head and looked at the window, trying to focus on the landscape. As sterile as it looked being a military base, she'd take it any day over the prison site. The IV on her hand gave her a bit of pain, but other than that…she honestly couldn't feel much after she snapped in Angola.

“Did they…?” She asked in a whisper, just to see Taylor write again.

“They'll hold their funerals soon, they want you there if you feel like you can bear it.”

“I don't know if I can. It wouldn't feel right.” She murmured exhausted.

Taylor just wrote again and gave her the paper, just for her to read. “I get it. But you were with them in that hell for a long while, Marchant, it's alright if you don't want to, but maybe this should be the end of that horror chapter.”

“Taylor, I barely can look at myself, how can I see their graves after I failed them?” She whispered, feeling a knot in her throat.

After that, Taylor just put down the pen and grabbed his phone. Meanwhile Alicia kept staring outside, basking on the sight, still wondering if she would wake up soon back in that site. The whole day she stayed still, not even reacting when the nurses came in to help her, just flinching when someone got too close to the wound on her face and neck.

One of the many nights inside that hospital room, she managed to sleep. But far from the peaceful nap she wished more than anything, the nightmares began. Whispers, muffled screams, begs and a maniacal laughter, all of that formed a whirlwind in her head.

She felt like she was drowning.

Without knowing how long it was, Alicia tried to wake up feeling the panic grasp her neck relentlessly. Her eyes bolted open and the darkness was identical to what she remembered from down there.

A hand took hers gently before she could scream. “Breathe, Alicia, you're in the hospital.”

“Dominique…?” She whispered, still in panic. “What are you doing here?! Don't tell me they also captured you!”

“No, they didn't-”

The beeping on Alicia's monitor spiked while she had trouble breathing while trembling like a leaf.

“I-I need to take you out of here.” She whispered while the beeping became the sound of clanking metal in her mind. “You shouldn't be here.”

“Alicia.”

The sound became even louder for her, making her cover her ears. “Please stop. Stop the clanking.”

“Alicia.”

“Make it stop, please make it stop!” She exclaimed, curling up while still covering her ears.

“Alicia, look at me.” Dominique, well, Wraith, called her worried sick.

“Make it stop! Not again, just make it stop! That goddamn sound-!” She screamed while her eyes were wide in fear. “They’ll hear it, they'll be back, they'll find me…”

The next thing she felt was a single sting before everything went dark and she fell unconscious.

When she woke up again, it was mid afternoon, and she just stared at the ceiling with exhaustion. The panic backed away and became distant booming in her chest.

“Better?” Dominique asked calmly.

She just nodded, unable to say anything.

Wraith looked at Alicia in silence while thinking about what Taylor Smith wrote to her in a piece of paper. She hasn't had any reaction, not even to people other than him and her. Now Dominique was worried for Alicia, her behavior was erratic to say the least, and the fear was bottling up…with who knows what else.

“You'll be sent to get psychiatric attention.” Wraith said surprisingly gently. “Alicia, please, don't do anything rash, okay?”

She didn't say anything but neither moved, which left Wraith uneasy. With a sigh, the agent simply stayed with her until the visit hours ended.

“I'll be back tomorrow, Alicia.” Wraith said, patting Alicia's hand gently. “And if you feel like it, I can bring someone with me.”

“...Who?” Alicia asked, exhausted.

“You'll see.”

And so, Wraith left for the night. Meanwhile, she remained staring at the ceiling, too exhausted to move at all. Alicia started to murmur to herself as if to drown the voices that slowly kept started to rise on the back of it. At the same time, she smiled brokenly while the distorted voices of the 267 echoed in her mind, and she started to cry in silence while the guilt drowned her again.

The next day, she could just stare while Taylor was moved somewhere else, then Alicia closed her eyes with an exhausted expression. Alone once again, that was all, now she just had her thoughts there.

The morning passed in silence while she remained staring at the landscape, until Dominique knocked softly on the door.

“How are you?” She asked calmly with a raised eyebrow.

“Tired. Why are you here today?” Alicia asked, still looking outside.

“I said yesterday I'd come today.” Dominique said as matter of fact. “Also, I'm not here alone, are you up for visits?”

“That is for the doctor to decide, don't you think?”

“They have permission.”

“They…?” Alicia asked, turning around just to freeze in surprise.

Everything remained in silence for a moment, but Alicia's lip trembled and she tried to cover her face with her hand, looking down, suddenly ashamed. On the door were waiting Jack and Andrea Marchant, who seemed also surprised. Wraith nodded in silence, patted Alicia's shoulder and left quietly. Alicia looked down, trembling and shrinking into herself like she wanted to disappear, slowly feeling the tears running down her cheeks out of pure shame.

“Andina…” Andrea whispered sadly.

“You shouldn't be here.” She said, feeling a knot in her throat. “None of you.”

Jack tried to walk towards her and touch her shoulder, just to freeze when she flinched scared. “Alicia, what-?”

“I-I don't know, please, please tell me Cami and Nico aren't here. Please.” Alicia basically begged, still trembling like a leaf and still crying in silence, looking at the hospital blankets. “They don't need to see me like this, I-I promised them I'd be fine, please don't let them see me like this…”

Andrea sat on the bed, leaving a bit of distance between her and her daughter. “Look at your dad, Andina, please.”

Alicia just shook her head vigorously.

“Alicia.”

That tone made Alicia freeze for a second, but she looked up. She looked at Jack, who was looking at her worried, just to pale when he saw what had happened to his daughter. In silence he reached to touch her shoulder gently, waiting to see if she would recoil away.

And once she didn't, Jack simply reached and hugged her, trembling as well, but saying nothing. Then, Andrea also hugged Alicia carefully, not touching her wounds that were barely scarring.

“You're home. At ease, soldier, you can rest now.” Andrea whispered softly, feeling pain at Alicia's state.

That was enough for Alicia. She started to sob painfully, clinging onto them both.

“I'm sorry, mom, dad. I'm so sorry.” Alicia whispered between sobs while feeling choked. “For a moment…I thought I would die there. I was so scared. I-I thought I would never see you again, and I…was forgetting your voices and faces, that scared me more than anything”

“It's okay, Licia.” Jack said, gently making her rest her head against his chest. “Your mom and I are simply glad you're back alive, that's all we care about.”

She clung onto them until she was too exhausted to say anything else, but she didn't move, she couldn't. After that breakdown, she was silent for the rest of the day no matter what Andrea and Jack tried, Alicia didn't mutter another word. And neither allowed her siblings to visit her, as much as they tried to pass messages through their parents, she didn't let them in at all.

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Kanoa, is talking with the twins: So kids. Do you think Uncle is a COOL uncle or a MEAN uncle?

Leo: Um…uh…

Olivia: A SINGLE UNCLE!

Kanoa: ……………

Olivia, smiling: A single uncle!

Kanoa, making sure he heard it right before laughing: Oh my gosh! You really are like your mom!😂

I love that Leo was trying to be delicate and Olivia went all "you're the single one of the family and that's final" 🤣 and Kanoa just laughing while Alicia most likely is somewhere else also cackling.

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Ask away! I'm ready to get back on shape for this blog 🥳

Comfort My OCs Ask Game!

Let's give the OCs some comfort in their life! Send me something from this lost and choose one of my ocs and I'll give them that comfort :)

Inspired by this post! Some of these are duplicates, but I wanted a post more tailored to my ocs. Feel free to use this version but give the original some love too!

💤- A pleasant dream

🧸- A huggable plushie

🌲 - A day outside

🍫 - A tasty treat

🗨️ - Words of comfort (specify if you want!!)

🛁 - A hot bath

🤗- A warm hug

🛌- A soft weighted blanket

🐈- A day with cute animals

🌕 - Post-nightmare comfort

🎁 - A gift tailored to them

🤝 - Some help with a simple task

🩹 - Someone tenderly patching their wounds

💭 - Some fond reminiscence

😭 - Someone to cry to

🪀 - A stress or fidget toy

💌 - A message from home

💰 - A shopping day

🆓 - Free space! Is there something I missed you think my ocs would like?

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*Kanoa, Alicia and Alejandro were just talking before a car drove in and a woman stepped out*

Alejandro, saw a beautiful woman stepped out as he was curious: Woah. Who is THAT?

Alicia, saw the woman before she smiled and leaned in to whisper to Alejandro: Oh her? That’s Kanoa’s MOM~

Kanoa: Hm?

Elei (the mother), smiled to see Kanoa as she waved at him: KANOAAAAAA! PELE!

Kanoa: Oh! Hey mama!

Alejandro, whistle: Wow.

Alicia, sigh: I know.

Kanoa, slowly looking at the two: Seriously you guys?

Alejandro: What? We were just enjoying the beautiful VIEW, hermano~

Alicia: There’s nothing wrong to look at the view, Noa~

Kanoa: Well that VIEW is my MOM! QUIT GIVING HER GOOGOO EYES!💢💢💢

(P.S. this is what the mother looks like. The FC for Elei is named Nicole Scherzinger)

You can't blame them, Kanoa 🤣 they can't avoid whooing over such a beautiful lady! No wonder where the beauty of the siblings came from! Seriously, Elei's beautiful, Taro ^^

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Beneath the Willow

Summary: In which Beth dies. That is literally the fic

TAGGING: @shanadraws / @shanatypewriter @imagoddamnonionmason @wildmayhemz @gunnrblze @seraphiixiao @islandtarochips @frenchfriesandhawtguys @milkteaarttime @enigmaue @fleshqounds @deeptrashwitch @ll7esxs

The flowers looked beautiful.

Beth limped through the grass, a hand pressed to her abdomen as blood seeped through her fingers. Every step felt a like a searing, hot knife being stabbed into her gut and she winced, biting her lip to hold back a sob of pain.

She should have seen that ambush coming, but now everyone was dead. One of them had gotten a stray shot in her as she ran, and looking at how heavy the blood flow was, she knew a major artery had been hit.

The ground crunched beneath her boots, as she left a bloody trail behind her, and disappointment and sadness filled her as she watched the purple hue of the flowers become stained red with her blood.

The flowers looked beautiful.

The last of her strength sapped away, Beth's knees buckled, and she collapsed.

Guess I'll be dead soon, she thought sullenly, laying on her side and unable to move, as so much as a twitch caused pain to shoot through her.

Her hand fell from her abdomen, and the blood flowed freely, steadily pooling beneath her.

The flowers looked beautiful.

They would be the last thing she would see.

Elizabeth Ashford, the girl that she was, whose luck had finally run out.

Her vision began to swim and darken, and many thoughts rushed through her head.

Was there an afterlife? Was there a Heaven and a Hell? She wondered if her father had been right, the religious man he was.

Perhaps, she would find out, soon enough.

Would the team find her here, dying in her own pool of blood and laying in the meadow?

There was a certain irony to this. Surrounded by a beautiful, peaceful atmosphere, and yet her end was the opposite.

Beth took a deep, shuddering breath. Blood bubbled at her lips, and it became increasingly difficult to breathe.

I'll never see Dad or Eva again, she thought, sadly.

She cast her eyes up weakly, unable to move her head. The stars glittered in the night sky, and Beth found herself appreciating the beauty of them, of their... simplicity.

Death had a funny way of clearing things up, she supposed.

The flowers looked beautiful.

Her breathing began to slow and quiet, as her eyes took on a glassy look, and her face fell into a peaceful expression.

And as the sun rose, her heart, beating so fiercely within her, finally stilled.

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✦ 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: They rejected you because they are not into you. ✦ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Logan walker, Hesh walker, Elias walker, Keegan russ, Thomas merrick, Kick. ✦ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: X G!N! Reader. ✦ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Headcanons. ✦ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 / 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐞: Angst ✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Unrequited love, emotional rejection, hurt feelings ✦ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𖦹 ⟡ summary: You were teammates—side by side through fire and fury—and somewhere between the chaos, you found yourself drawn to them. It was easy to admire them… too easy to adore. So you gathered the courage, heart pounding louder than gunfire, and confessed. A moment suspended in hope. But their answer came swift, clean, and final: "No." And somehow, that hurt more than the bullets ever did.

Logan Walker

He doesn’t enter relationships lightly — if he’s not all in, he won’t pretend.

His mind is always split between the job and survival. He doesn’t allow himself distractions.

There might even be some guilt there — like you deserve more than what he could give.

He respects you—hell, he really does—but no way is he ready to just spill everything or break it all open right now.

So he goes quiet. Not because he’s awkward or caught off guard, but because he respects you too much to rush or blurt something out he can’t take back.

No fidgeting. No stammering. Just stillness.

He takes a breath, thinking through what to say, weighing every word.

And you? You catch that look—the rare, unreadable pause—and can’t help but say with a knowing smile feeling your heart punded you know the answer, “Oh... Logan...”

He exhales softly, finally breaking the silence with a low, honest tone: “I didn’t expect that.”

Another pause hangs between you—heavy, deliberate. Not because he’s unsure, but because every word matters.

His eyes lock with yours, steady and unflinching.

“I respect you. A lot. You’re good—good to work with, good to be around. But I don’t think I’m…I'm in the right place to give you anything back.”

The words hit bluntly, but there’s no cruelty behind them. No dodging. Just raw honesty.

His shoulders tense, not from indifference, but because he cares—and it hurts him to cause that pain.

Even now, after breaking your heart, he won’t let you walk away shattered.

Before you turn, he adds quietly: “You’re stronger than most people I know. Don’t let this change how you see yourself.”

You shrug, trying to mask it with a casual “I’m fine!”

And then, he lets the silence fall—no chasing, no empty promises. That’s just not who he is.

But he makes damn sure you leave knowing this isn’t about you being not enough. It’s about him—not ready, not able, not whole enough to give you what you deserve.

Hesh Walker

Hesh is a man of duty and responsibility, often putting the mission and those depending on him first.

He knows relationships demand time and emotional investment, and he’s wary of letting someone in only to pull away.

He doesn’t want to lead you on or waste your time if he can’t fully commit.

Hesh pauses, his strong gaze locking with yours—eyes heavy with a mix of shock and regret.

He broke the tension with "Jesus christ" A breathing laugh.

Calm and deliberate, he speaks “Look, I’m damn honored you feel that way. Seriously. But I’ve got a lot going on that keeps me tied up—more than most people know.”

He steps a little closer, his voice lowering but steady, unwavering.

“I can’t promise you what you’re asking for, when it comes to this... I gotta be real. I can’t give you what you deserve.”

Then, in a rare moment of warmth—no pity—he places a strong hand on your shoulder, grounding the silence between you.

“You’re solid. Don’t settle for less than what you’re worth. And you damn sure don’t owe me anything.”

His eyes never leave yours — making sure you understand this isn’t about you, not a rejection of who you are.

Hesh wants to keep things clean: professional, respectful — no awkwardness, no bitterness trailing behind.

A small, half-smile quirks at the corner of his mouth — serious, but soft enough to ease the tension, that trademark Hesh way.

His rejection is honest and firm, never cruel or dismissive. Respect matters more to him than romance or fleeting chances.

Elias Walker

Elias prioritizes duty above all else, sometimes to a fault.

He’s well aware of the sacrifices and hardships that come with a life in service — and he doesn’t want to drag someone else into that.

His sense of tradition and responsibility makes him cautious about starting something he can’t fully commit to.

He’s likely to worry about the consequences more than the feelings at the moment.

He stiffens, jaw tightening slightly, eyes narrowing not with anger but with weighty consideration.

“I appreciate your honesty. That takes guts. But I’m a man with responsibilities that don’t leave much room for anything else.”

He steps back, keeping his distance but with no malice.

“I’ve spent my life making sacrifices for the mission and my family. This... this isn’t something I can take lightly or act on.”

Elias’s tone softens just a fraction, showing a flicker of genuine care beneath his stern exterior.

“You deserve someone who can give you their all. I’m not that man right now.”

He looks at you, not to dismiss but to convey respect.

He hope you do not mistake him for underestimating you and that he is just find no place with you to act on these feelings.

He nods once, signaling the end of the conversation.

He walks away with purpose, leaving you with that weighty respect and an unspoken hope that you’ll find someone better suited.

He hopes nothing to you, but to focus on your missions on your surviving.

Keegan P. Russ

This is keegan.

He keeps emotional intimacy extremely guarded.

He views relationships — especially in high-stakes environments — as distractions or vulnerabilities.

Keegan values honesty and clarity, even if the truth stings.

He doesn't believe he can meet expectations emotionally, so he cuts it off before it can start.

Keegan doesn’t flinch from the moment — he never does. But something in his eyes tightens, just barely, like a muscle pulled too long.

“You really picked the worst timing for that, y’know.”

His voice stays low, measured — not because he doesn’t care, but because it’s the only way he can care without breaking his own edges.

Well shit...He did not see that coming.

“I don’t think I can give you what you want.”

His tone is direct, honest. Not cruel — just disconnected from emotion, like he's offering facts in a debrief.

"if you’re looking for something more than what this is… I’m not wired for it."

Despite the bluntness, Keegan makes sure you don’t feel small.

He will just go with a simple thing "It is not about you" when you try to leave.

He nods once then turning around to leave, without any other glance.

Thomas merrick

Erm actually that is not hard for him lol.

There’s no shock in Merrick’s face. He listens the way he always does — completely, without interrupting.

He takes a breath, long and steady. His posture straightens, even more than usual — the kind of stillness that only comes from someone used to delivering hard truths with care.

"You’re brave for sayin’ that."

His voice doesn’t waver — not cold, but controlled. Like every word has weight.

"But that path... it ain’t mine. Not with you."

He’s not someone who beats around the bush — but he never belittles feelings.

"I’m a man that carries too much, and I know what happens when people like me try to make room for more."

"You deserve better than someone who’s only halfway here."

He doesn’t leave it cold — His gaze stays on yours, solid and unwavering. He doesn’t retreat or deflect — he just stands there, willing to let you see him as he is.

"You’re good. And you’ll find someone who sees that and gives you what you deserve. That just... ain’t me."

He gives a nod of finality—subtle but resolute—and leaves you space to step back with dignity.

Merrick treats you no differently afterward. There’s no awkwardness, no condescension. He’s a man of structure and respect.

Your courage didn’t go unnoticed—he holds that in regard. But he keeps a line drawn, and he never lets it blur.

Kick

Kick is painfully aware of how chaotic, dangerous, and unstable their lives are — especially his.

He might not trust himself with something real, especially if he genuinely good with you.

He may flirts by nature, but serious emotional commitment scares him, more than he'd admit.

Damn. You’re really brave, y’know that?

That is what he thought to himself.

Kick will try to talk it out by complimenting you, and he is not lying with every word in his feeling.

“You’re smart. Got your head on straight. Too good for me, honestly.”

There’s no joking here now — he drops the sarcasm when it counts.

He shifts his tone to something softer — not pitying, not dramatic, but real.

Oh yeah he thinks you are good but not for him, and his mind never got the idea of you both pairing.

So he would tell you by how busy he is.

“I’d just mess it up. Or disappear on you halfway through something good. That’s not fair to you.”

Then he chuckles lightly, almost a sad sound.

“I’d rather keep you around than ruin something real by pretending I’ve got my shit together.”

If you press for more or just want to know why, he doesn’t shut down — he’s honest.

“I care. That’s the problem. I care too damn much, and that gets dangerous real fast around people like us...think about it y/n”

He won’t let this ruin what you have, but he won’t pretend it didn’t happen either. That’s his quiet way of saying he respects you too much to string you along.

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A Haunting Past (part 18)

We're getting to the end, people! Since I finally have some free time before going full force into my final exams for the semester, I'll be trying to post the remaining parts of this fic as soon as possible! Then I'll start with Freedom Cry :D

As usual, thanks to @islandtarochips for being my beta reader! Love you, bestie!

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Tw: Violence, death, blood and a bit of torture towards the end

Alicia arrived at the place the coordinates pointed at, simply staring in silence at the sketchy building. It was obvious why Oliver wanted to see her there. That man, even thinking about him made her blood boil, but she kept herself calm for now. First she needed answers, then the rest can happen.

She fixed her mask and gloves as she walked her way to the building.

In silence, while looking around being cautious. She saw it was a house that seemed well kept despite how old it appeared. To her surprise it was a refined sugar cane. Eventually she arrived at one of the rooms where she saw a group of mercenaries and Oliver in the center, smiling like nothing happened while his eyes were cold as ice.

“Sugar cane, huh? Any special reason?” She asked calmly, staring at him with a blank expression.

Oliver chuckled calmly. “Simple convenience. I assume you know why you’re here?”

“Certainly, Major, or do you prefer Red Dragon?” Alicia asked coldly.

“So you know. Let’s speak, yeah? Get her weapons.” Oliver ordered the mercenaries.

Alicia didn’t say anything and stayed still, simply letting the mercenaries look for weapons while she stared at Oliver. Once they made a sign that she was clean, he walked towards her with a raised eyebrow.

“Not even a gun, just this?” He asked, grabbing the karambit she always carried with her.

“I don't need my gun.” She answered calmly while her eyes looked at him indifferently. Something that this man had expected from this Captain.

“Is that so? Then you came to the butcher on your own, huh?”

“Give me answers, Oliver, that's all I want from you.”

“Why should I?”

“Pity, ego, bragging, whatever, I don't care. I want answers.”

Oliver sighed as he rolled his eyes at her words. “Fine, fine, ask before I shoot you.”

Alicia crossed her arms and then made a sign towards the mercenaries. “Why?”

“Just to be sure.”

“Alright, then tell me, what did you have to do with Carabalí?”

“Let me guess, you expect the big answer saying I ended up disappointed the Marine Corps and Carabalí offered a different way?” Oliver asked mockingly, smirking at her. “How idealistic, Guardian.”

Alicia raised an eyebrow.

“It was mere greed for power and money. It's true I get good money as a Major, but Carabalí gave me a better offer.”

She sighed and glanced at him. “Where’s Taylor?”

“Captain Smith? You shouldn't worry about him, he's already long gone.”

“So you did kill him and the Rangers that survived.”

“Of course I did, loose ends are a bother.”

Alicia frowned at his uncaring words as she started to feel her anger boil again. “Why William?”

“Artemis? C'mon, if you were in my shoes, you would've done the same.” He said almost indifferently. “He was too near to know the truth and being the loyal bastard that he was…he would've eliminated me immediately.”

“I get why, I still hate you for that. But why kill him with the diagnosis he told us in confidence?!” She snarled, trying to step forward, just to be stopped by a rifle aiming at her head from one of the mercenaries. “He was our mentor, you bastard!”

“The old bastard was a risk I wouldn't let go! if only he stepped aside from this goddamn thing, nothing would've happened!”

“He wouldn't have backed down anyway.”

“Exactly, that's why I used the haloperidol.” Oliver said with a wicked smile. “It's a shame he got to enjoy his retirement so little, but you understand. Business is business.”

“Son of a-”

“Tch-tch, don't. You aren't one to speak now, Alicia. You think I don't know why you have gloves and a mask?”

“You…”

“Tell me, you really think you'll kill me?”

“Just answer me, why betray us in Angola?”

“Is the question serious? Look at you, Guardian, you were a bigger threat than Artemis. And with the 267 being loyal to you and only you, I needed to get rid of you to get what I was promised.”

Alicia laughed bitterly as she looked at him. “What were you promised EXACTLY? A barren land? Imbecile, the weapons Carabalí had were enough to make complete countries inhabitable.”

“You think I wanted the land? No, no, I wanted further. If you didn't kill that bastard I would've taken over his work…but you had to survive, didn't you?”

Alicia glared at him as Oliver glared back.

“Surprise, surprise bastard. I don't die that easily.” She said angrily.

“I'm aware, but I should've gotten rid of you as well. If only I pressed slightly further, you would've done the work yourself.” He said, knocking on her forehead with a mocking smile. “You always were a hardhead, weren't you?”

“Well, too bad, you left me alive.”

“Not for long, and y'know? It's a shame history has to repeat like this, the 267 were quite an interesting group, but this one? The new one? Damn, Guardian, where did you get them from?” He said with an insane look and a sharp grin. “I wonder how long it'll take until they break? A week? Two? A month? I know their past AND their pains, all I need is time.”

That made something snap in Alicia's head and she tensed up like a wire while she kept glaring at Oliver.

“You know what? You're right on something, you should've killed me, because only one of us will get out of here tonight.” She hissed furiously. “Also, you forget something about me.”

“Forget what? That you're the grandkid of a demon?” He asked sarcastically with that grin on his lips. “You live on other’s glory, and without a single weapon, there's nothing you can do.”

Alicia laughed coldly again and looked at him, this time her smile was gone. “No, you forgot why I left that place alive. And so you know, look where we are, machetes aren't just to cut plants or cane…they cut heads too.”

“Huh-?”

Then, many little balls covered with aluminium fell from Alicia's hands, and when they touched the floor, the place got filled with smoke. No one was able to see anything, and some mercenaries even shot blindly out of surprise, but when the smoke was gone…they were alone.

There was no trace of Alicia other than a discarded machete stash.

Oliver started to look around, getting more tense and panicked by the second.

“Find her, goddamnit! Find her and kill her!” He screamed at the mercenaries.

As the mercenaries moved around the place with their flashlights and the light from outside the windows as the only source of light. The silence became more eerie. However, as time passed, less and less mercenaries started to answer their radios.

Until someone found the first one.

Now, everyone was on high alert, trying to figure out how Alicia moved in such silence. They got away from the corners as sweat ran down their foreheads out of pure nervousness and fear.

“Boo…”

That whisper was the only warning before bullets started raining, barely giving them time to shoot as well. In the end, most of them were on the floor, incapacitated while Oliver looked at the darkness with terror.

Silently, Alicia came out again, dropping the rifle she stole when she killed the first mercenary. In her right hand, a machete shone with the moonlight while blood dripped from it.

“Y-You monster.” He whispered, backing away in panic.

“Yes, I am.” She said, ignoring the blood spill in her face, stepping over the neck of one of the injured mercenaries. Just to stomp on it and let the crack fill the silence without a reaction. “Behold, Oliver, I'm the monster you created down there. This is why you should've killed me when you had your chance.”

“How can you…?”

“Experience.”

“Don't kill me, c-c’mon, there's no need to kill me now. I-I can give you whatever you want.” He tried to negotiate, smiling nervously.

“There's nothing I want from you but I won't kill you.”

“Huh?”

“I won't kill you but you won't leave alive.” She said, moving quickly and stabbing Oliver in the shoulder with the machete, ignoring his blood freezing scream. “Come in.”

Xiao Chen opened the door, whistling impressed despite her own nerves at how Alicia looked. She walked towards Oliver, who looked paled when he saw her.

“You did quite the number here, darling.” Xiao Chen said gleefully, then looked at Oliver with anger and disgust. “Is this the one? Red Dragon is an American Major?”

“Yes, and as I promised, he's yours to kill.” Alicia said coldly as she took back her karambit from him.

“Let's see if you keep your other part of the deal.”

“I will, don't worry.”

“Good, do you have any wounds?”

“No.”

“Then that makes it easier to keep my end of the deal. Since you didn't leave fingerprints or blood.” Xiao Chen said with a chuckle.

Oliver looked at Alicia. “Don't do this, Guardian, I'd rather die in your hands than hers. Don't you dare do this!”

“Stop calling me Guardian, that's not my nickname. She died long ago.” Alicia said annoyed and disgusted, kneeling beside him. “ I'm Origin, not that you'll have the chance to…use that nickname. And while I won't kill you, let me do something.”

In silence she put the tip of the knife over his jaw, staring down at him coldly.

“An eye for an eye.” She hissed before starting tracing deeply the same lines in her face, the shape of the scars that she was forced to live with.

Oliver screamed at the top of his lungs, squirming to try and leave. But the machete stopped him until Alicia finished and cleaned her knife against his clothes. She looked at Xiao Chen when a step echoed, then the underworld queen kicked his nose. She kneeled with a crazed look, grabbing the machete.

“I have a lot to talk with you, Red Dragon, your underlings gave me so much trouble.”

“W-Wait.”

Xiao Chen looked at Alicia. “Any…advice, Origin? Considering your time in Orisha’s prison.”

“...His nickname is Deepwater for a reason.” Alicia said coldly. “Five minutes underwater, that's his limit.”

“Oh-ho-ho! Why are you giving me this great piece of information?”

“He used our weaknesses against us, I'm simply making it fair.”

“Oh~ That's nice.”

Alicia huffed, simply started to walk out of the place in silence. Although, she stopped at the door, looking at Oliver with disgust.

“You tried to shame me for my Captaincy, but you, Reyes? You're truly a disgrace to ours, you don't deserve the title you have, bastard.” She hissed furious, then truly walked away. Letting Xiao Chen deal with that man.

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