#*shakes rebecca* HOW ARE YOU ALIVE

[flecks-of-stardust]

bug fables fic writers, how do you look at the absolute shitshow of the worldbuilding of this game and not start foaming at the mouth

[xmalereader]

DI Leon Kennedy X Bunny! Male Reader

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Authors note: The horny police came for me. Also expect a lot of hybrid shots.

Summary: Leon is in need of a vacation and wants to spend more time with his bunny boyfriend, perhaps start his vacation with some welcome home sex?

Warnings: Fluff, backstory, mentions of Jill and Carlos, death island spoilers-ish, NSFW, MDNI 18+ only, kissing, dirty talk, pet names, collars, mentions of heats, sensual sex, Leon’s a tease, more romantically sex then rough, reader is a hybrid rabbit, rabbit traits, bunny ears and tail.

Word count: 3.3k

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Leon wasn’t kidding when he said that he needed a vacation.

After the events of Alcatraz and going against Maria and Dylan, Leon knew that he needed a break from everything to at least get some time on his own before Hunnigan finds him another mission to take.

Once they were picked up from the island and flown back out, he returned back home with the rest of the others, making it to the airport in one piece as the all board off. Leon had already told Hunnigan that the minute he lands home he won’t be accepting any missions since his vacation starts now. Jill had reunited with Carlos an ex-umbrella agent who’s she’s been seeing for awhile now, while Chris and Claire had each other.

Leon didn’t really expect anyone to wait for him at the airport since he actually never told anyone that he would be home early. Before he could leave he’s invited out for some drinks by Jill, waving him over while the others wait for him only for him to turn down their offer.

“Leon S. Kennedy turning down a drink?” Said Chris while chuckling, “Are you still infected?”

Leon shakes his head with a laugh. “No infected, Rebecca cleared me up.” He responds back, holding his duffel bag in his left hand while he slows walks backwards and away from the others. “Besides, I’ve got somewhere to be.” He adds on, eager to get home while he gives everyone a smile, leaving them all confused and asking themselves why Leon was so eager to leave.

No one would have thought that Leon had a partner waiting for him back at home. After everything that he’s been through, no one would think that he would find someone that he would settle down with or perhaps devote his time too due to him being busy with the work and the amount of things that he goes through a daily bases.

After the events in China, Leon had given up on chasing after Ada, chasing after someone who he knew he couldn’t have and finally made the choice to move on with someone who he could actually have a possible future with. Imagine his surprise when he ends up finding a special experiment during one of his missions.

He was assigned to locate an old lab that belonged to umbrella searching for classified information that could help them for any future bio weapons that they were to stumble upon only to find a special experiment locked away in the deeps of the lab. Leon didn’t expect himself to find someone there alive still, but when he took a good look at the lab he noticed how recent the technology was used and the different types of medicine and chemicals that were used.

He had reports back to Hunnigan, letting her know that the lab he was assigned to search was still being used and had found someone still alive. He thought he had stumbled upon another dangerous bio weapon only to find a man with animal characteristics chained up to a wall, looking very malnourished and thin. What caught Leon’s attention was the pair of rabbit ears on his head along with a tail that peaked out from underneath his shirt and pants that he wore.

Leon had freed him that day and took him back to base where Rebecca exams the man and get further medical attention. Both Hunnigan and Leon were able to search through the files under the lab and found various files under the name Project Zero giving them further information about the hybrid that lied asleep in their own lab. Turns out that the man wasn’t entirely human since he was first found but a rare hybrid that hid from society, taken from his home at a young age only to be experimented on for who knows how long.

They kept the hybrid a secret in order to keep him safe until they found out more about his species and where he came from. When the hybrid first woke up he was in shock and panic, destroying the lab and fighting back whenever someone approached him. Leon had stepped in to help only to be caught by surprise when the hybrid jumped into his arms, holding onto him tightly and not letting go. The agent himself was in shock by the sudden move.

It wasn’t until later that he finds out that the hybrid felt safer around him since he remembers him rescuing him from the lab and taking him out of that awful place. Rebecca was able to check up on the hybrid without any issues due to Leons presence in the room and from then on it took time for them to find out more about the hybrid and finally getting him to talk and to give them his name.

Y/n was able to tell them everything from the time he was take to the time that he was rescued by Leon. He was very young when he was taken along with his family. Being experimented on and losing everyone but himself, due to him being the youngest the scientist kept him alive the longest in order to see how he grew and developed with time.

Even though Y/n was able to tell them very little he still held a fear of being used by them and closed up every few days. They knew that they couldn’t keep the hybrid locked inside a lab forever, triggering his traumas whenever he was around the room it wasn’t until Leon volunteered to take care of him, getting Hunnigan to find him a secluded area for the both of them in order to grant the rabbit a bit of freedom without society knowing about him just yet.

When Hunnigan found them a place to stay for both Leon and Y/n for the time being until they were able to figure out more about his species and with the time that Leon and Y/n’s spent alone in the cabin he was able to find out more about the hybrid, reporting back to Hunigan and letting her be know that Y/n reacted in the same manner as a rabbit.

He had a great sense of smell, hearing, very calm and of course, faster than Leon whenever they went on runs together. His ears were sensitive to him along with his tail, having to cut holes in all of the clothes that Leon got for him. He also discovered that even though Y/n was a rabbit he was able to tolerate meat and not always relied on vegetables only eating small amounts of it before focusing back on something he can eat without any problems.

The one things that Leon never reported back to Hunnigan due to embarrassment was Y/n’s heat.

It started off with Leon’s shirts going missing, surprising the man whenever he opened his drawer or closet only to notice the shortage of clothes. He ignored it at first and simply bought himself more clothes.

The next was how much the rabbit was eating, finishing his plate rather quickly and getting seconds without needing to ask. Leon told himself that he was perhaps getting adjusted to getting proper meals again due to the amount of time he was locked away and fed very little.

The breaking point was when he noticed how close and affectionate Y/n was being towards him. He was either leaning in close to him whenever they would watch a movie together or would find the rabbit in his bed the next morning, curled up to his side without a care. That’s when Leon looked into his behavior only to find out that it all pointed towards the hybrids heat, knowing that its something that rabbit have all year round, but for Y/n it was only every few months.

Leon never reported back to Hunnigan the things he did that night with the hybrid the way he sounded and the way that Y/n’s back would arch whenever Leon fucked into him. The agent knew that he should have said something, but didn’t.

Ever since then the two have grown closer, deepening the bond that he had with Y/n until he was finally off the hook.

The Hybrid stayed with Leon after 3 years the two have gotten closer than ever and knew each other like the back of the hand. Leon needed someone that he could talk too that he can come home too whenever he completed a mission instead of coming home to an empty house full of silence.

When Leon arrived home from the airport and stepped inside his home he’s greeted by a faint smell of his favorite food being cooked along with some music playing. His lips twitch into a faint smile as he sets his bag down and closed the door behind him and makes his way towards the kitchen where he finds his little bunny cooking.

He’s humming along with the music while stirring the pot the smell of various different spices that he’s cooking blinding his sense that he doesn’t notice the familiar scent that belonged to Leon until his floppy ears perked up when he hears the sound of his familiar heartbeat causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Leon!”

He turns the heat down and rushed over to Leon, hugging the man and smiling widely as Leon returns the gesture and chuckled. “I’m back…” He breaths out tiredly, clearly jet lagged from the long flight back home.

“You said you wouldn’t be back until next week.”

Leon chuckled. “I finished earlier than I thought.” His fingers brushed against Y/n’s check, holding him close before leaning down to capture his lips into a soft kiss when the kiss is returned he doesn’t stop himself to deepen it. Y/n can feel Leon’s hand trail down his back and pull him closer he tries to break away from the kiss, but Leon keeps leaning in. “Leon..the food…” he’s able to breath out between kisses only for Leon to guide them towards the stove, reaching over to turn the knob off.

“Food can wait.” Leon finally says then went on to remove his jacket and Y/n swore he was salivating at the sight of the man’s broad shoulders and biceps now out in better view. His shirt clung well to his form and made his waist look smaller and his torso bigger and god, Y/n was about to hyperventilate. “Missed you while I was gone, missed the way you feel against me.” Leon had mumbled out, lips hovering over his as he guides him towards the living room, hands on his hips while he walks them over.

“Finally got that vacation, told Hunnigan that if she needs someone for a job she will have to bother someone else.”

Y/n whimpered, unsure what to do or say next. “Y—you—we-“

The man pounced.

Leon’s arm shot out to pin him against the large couch, getting the hybrid to gasp in surprise by his sudden strength. His ears falling back against his head while he stares up at Leon who towered over him. His skin on fire, with his back pressed straight against the couch underneath him and his insides burning for anything to happen. He could already feel his thoughts officially turn to mush and his instincts just come alive with want, please, want, want, want.

Y/n hadn’t been aware he would be so desperate for something like this after Leon’s return. He’s handled longer missions and never felt such way until now. His head was light, almost to the point of dizzy, as he found himself looking up at Leon. “Look at you, baby. You’re so ready for me. You’ve been starving for this for some time, hm?”

“Y-Yes.” Y/n groaned, face growing hot in embarrassment as Leon got closer to him, one large hand reaching down to his thighs. Leon can only smirk, leaning down close in order to continue teasing his rabbit. “Eager I see, want me to fuck you?” Y/n could moan like a dying man, “Yes.” He can feel Leon’s hands trailing down his legs, eyes roaming down his body.

The agent can only chuckle by Y/n’s squirming, knowing how much he missed and craved for the hybrid as he slips his hand underneath his shirt, fingers exploring his chest and stomach until his thumb grazed over his nipple. “I’m going to make you feel good, back blowing--”

“Leon!” Y/n whines out in desperation.

Leon chuckled and blew against his ear, “Let me finish, baby.”

Y/n was about to cry.

“I’m going to make sure that our neighbors are able to hear you from here, let them know that you are all mine and how much I missed the tight little hole of yours.” Leons hand founds its way between the hybrids legs, cupping him over the shorts he wore while his middle finger stroked over his entrance.

“P-Please.” Y/n whimpers out while fighting back a moan from escaping past his lips. “You’re cute when you beg.” Said Leon and the hybrid is quick to know what he wants, knowing that he won’t do anything until he hears him beg for it.

“Please…j-just fuck me. Please. Fuck me. God, Leon, please, please. Want you. Please!” He could paw at Leons pants if he didn’t feel like it would be too much effort to try and move. “Ok, baby, whatever you want.” And then he gripped Y/n and hoisted him up pressing himself against him. “Legs around me. Now.” Y/n scrambled to do so, wrapping them around the man’s waist, and whined.

Instantly, Leon started to move. He gave a few experimental grinds between Y/n’s legs and the hybrid nearly shrieked with joy. Then the sinful mouth found its way to Y/n’s neck and without any sort of timidness or pause latched on to it. Leon nibbled and sucked to the point Y/n knew it would leave a bruise and nearly orgasmed right then from the thought. Y/n’s fingers found their way into Leon’s hair, tugging on them and is rewarded with a bite.

“Fuck, been waiting to have a taste of you ever since I got back.” Leon gave him another bite on the neck before he lapped at it with his jaw. “How about we remind our neighbors your pretty sounds, hmm? I want to hear my name spilling from your pretty lips more but let’s just hear how good it sounds.”

Y/n broke out into a drawn-out whine as Leon positioned himself to angle right up against Y/n’s short covered cock and began to slowly, but with more authority, thrust up against it.

“Say my name.” Leon ordered.

“L—Leon.” Y/n fumbled out and gave out another cry when that earned an even harder thrust. Leon moaned out. His voice sounded like sin. “Now, lets get started on getting you filled up.” Y/n’s face grows bright red. “Gonna stretch this pretty hole of yours and make sure that my cock is the only one you need.”

Y/n released a broke, high-pitched whine that dissolved into a moan which caused Leon to start rutting against him, grinding as if they were in some filthy club, and Y/n did his best to keep up but he felt himself just losing his mind. It was like he was floating away and getting drunk. Leon’s mouth and attention was actually making him go insane and he couldn’t help but love it.

He wanted more.

The two kissed like they didn’t have enough time together, tongues battling against each other, lost in the moment while Leon works on getting the hybrid undressed. Finally getting rid of the shirt he wore and quickly fumbling with the shorts he wore. Y/n moans when he feels the cool air once Leon removes his shorts along with his boxers and Leon smiled and went back to kiss over his face, trailing down his neck, to his chest.

He licked at a nipple and growled when his hybrid lover gave a gasp. His fingers trailed up and down his side, tickling over his chest and hips.Leon went back up to the hybrids chin and began to nibble, it was one of his favorite places on his lover, and smiled to himself when he earned another little rush of air. It was adorable.

With another nip he pulled back, smirking to himself when he gave off a little whine, trying to reach out to him in desperation. “Hold on, impatient little thing.”

Leon was quick to remove the blue shirt he wore. He started to unbuckle his belt when he heard another little noise. Staring down, he smirked when he saw those eyes looking at his bare chest with clear want and hunger. “You’re staring…you can’t hide anything can you?” Y/n’s eyes snapped back up to him in embarrassment.

Leon chuckled, “You have nothing to be ashamed about. I like it when you stare.” When Y/n avoids his look he smiles with amusement and leaned down to kiss him again, barely able to resist the skin. “A-Ah…” Y/n whimpered and Leon paused a moment over the hybrids collarbone but then trailed up to the neck again, lips playing over the collar. “Baby,” Leon began to push his pants off, groaning when they came in contact with each other completely bare and with a whimper, Y/n’s clenched his eyes shut, trying to catch his breath.

Y/n bites his lip when he felt Leons harden cock graze against him and tried to keep his breathing under control. The man was large, probably larger than Y/n ever handled before, and he simultaneously felt excited. With a noise that sounded like a squeak, Y/n’s body arched slightly as those larger hands wrapped around him and pressed against his back, smoothing down till they grabbed his backside and squeezed and pushed the cheeks apart. Y/n released a silent choking sound, surprised at the aggressive grip, eyes wide towards Leon. “Oh, gods.” He moans out.

Leon doesn’t need to prep him due to how wet he already is and easily slides inside, earning a chocked out moan. It takes Y/n a few minutes to adjust to Leon’s size again after not doing it for some time before he finally grows comfortable and gives him a nod to move. Leon doesn’t need to be told twice as he began to move his hips, leaning down to capture his lovers lips into a kiss.

Y/n meets him thrust after thrust, finally breaking their kiss when he’s doing little more than gasping and panting and moaning Leon’s name over and over and over again into his mouth. Leons eyes begin to burn, he’s so overwhelmed and frantic and on fire that he’s not sure how much longer he can last. He ducks his chin to press his lips to Y/n’s flushed chest, before Y/n curses and drags Leons mouth back to his.

“I love you,” Leon breathes when he can’t take it anymore - his blood is searing through his veins like lava, he’s surrounded by Y/n in breathtaking ways he never could have hoped to be. On top of it all, amongst their slapping skin and gasps and moans. He rests their foreheads together, bringing a trembling hand up to Y/n’s face and pressing his thumb against Y/n’s cheek. Y/n swipes his tongue against his swollen, kiss-bitten red lips and flutters his eyelashes Y/n rolls his hips on Leon’s cock only once more before he’s coming, too, impossibly tighter around Leon while he’s still riding his own high. It draws a long, satisfied moan from deep in Leon’s chest that has him wondering how soon he could go again, or how quickly he could coax Y/n to hardness again.

“I love you, too,” Y/n breathes against Leon’s lips, trembling and panting and sweating. “Welcome home, too…”

That causes Leon to laugh, hearing the sudden welcome home after everything. “I am home.” Leon breaths out while claiming the hybrids lips into another deep kiss.

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Chameleon, as your psychology professor pt.2

An: Here we go again... 😀 The way that I never anticipated that it would gain so much traction... 😶 I think I wrote this while I was visiting the Floptropica islands...

- A few months have passed, Rebecca had made you her favorite student to talk to 🤨 Your anxiety around her lessened, but it didn't mean that you didn't have it anymore. After the class, she would ask you to stay behind sometimes, making people suspicious between about your relationship with Rebecca... Like wdym stay behind class? 🤨🤨🤨 Are you secretly Rebecca's cousin? Or MAYBE you're her long lost younger sister??? 🤩🤩🤩 Do ya'll even look alike??? 🤔 This people smh... 😶 You and your professor talk about normal stuff, ranging from the how was the class to your anxious state, in which you happily reported to her that you weren't too anxious there days. Girlie is curing you slowly but surely by the power of ✨psychology✨ - Though, you started to suspect something about your professor, making it a little difficult for you to talk to her, because you recently found out about "Suspect R" from the news, and how eerily similar the descriptions were matching between her and the suspect... 😨😨😨 Sis, what is going awnnnn? 😫 Of course, your professor didn't miss the way how your behavior changed, causing her to chat with you one day, pocket watch in hand. Typical hypnotism, of course.. 😐 EXCEPT, it didn't work??? 😯 on YOU??? 🧐🧐🧐 POOKIE was confused, very confused. Like wdym it didn't work??? You're supposed to get hypnotized? 🙄 You unknowingly made things harder for her. 🤐🤐🤐 - After staring 👁👄👁 at the pocket watch just like she asked, you start asking her about how she came to this job. She answered that she knew a friend, and that friend recommended her to this university. You didn't buy it 😃 Sis, you were ON to something 🤫🤫🤫 You have a feeling that things weren't just this simple. In fact, it was TOO simple 🧐 that you decided to investigate like Scooby-doo 🍦🐕‍🦺 Sis didn't anticipate that. Maybe you should've just stayed, curious? 💀 Oh, she definitely COMING to get you, you think? 😔 Count your days pookie... 😰😰😰 After that, there was this... weird tension between the two of you whenever you talked with her. 😟 Pookie... Remember when I said I cannot keep giving ya'll plot armor...? Now is the correct time to rethink your decisions in life pooks 😿😿😿 I FEAR 😨 you are NOT coming out of this ALIVE ☠☠☠ - You decide to research more about "Suspect R", finding out more and more similarities between the two, you start to get more suspicious day by day... Even after two semesters have passed, you COULDN'T just shake the feeling that she was NOT who you thought she was... Meanwhile, Rebecca was STRUGGLING 😰 to get you to STOP from finding out more about her ✨mysterious✨ background like girl... Don't ruin the mystery 😩 You're making it harder for her to keep her job 🥺 Sis, I beg of you to STOP before she gets sniffed 🤧 out by local police force and co. 🛐🛐🛐 Pookie... What you didn't know Rebecca already had anticipated the arrest when she was at her clinic... So, when she disappeared suddenly, you kinda missed her??? 😔😔😔 Like wdym where your favorite professor was??? 😕 The way you searched 🔍🔍🔍 for her endlessly, asking teachers, students left ⬅and right ➡ The title was misleading guys, she ain't your professor no more 😶 - That it was so BAD, that it cured your anxiety ridden state, after initiating conversations yourself 😶 Congrats??? Years passed, and you finally graduated from the course, without signs, from your professor Rebecca... Sis was probably your roman empire... You went on with your life a bit, becoming MBCC's resident psychologist. Surprise, surprise, you're chief's cousin 🤪🤪🤪 so, your cuz personally recommended you to work at the MBCC as their psychologist, making you a menace for both sinners and Nightingale to watch out for 😈😈😈 Like wdym a sinner walked out crying from laughing too much??? Or adjutant Nightingale GIGGLING because of YOU 😔 Pookie, phone down rn... I just want to talk 😊 (Give me your humor rn)

- Chief was talking about an individual who kept going in and out of jail. She was an elusive individual, she sneaky in 5 year old terms 🐱‍👤 Sis had to explain to you like you were 5 since you asked her to translate in Spanish because your 5-month streak in the green bird app 🦉🟢 wasn't all for NOTHING 😇 Chief was NOT having it lmao, she made you TIMEOUT like you were 6 😭😭😭 Girl, don't try to play with Chief because she DON'T play, she's TIRED 😑 24/7. So sis hands you a file and pookie, you were in for a shock. REBECCA?? 👩‍🦰 As in the PROFESSOR REBECCA??? 👱‍♀️👱‍♀️👱‍♀️ Your psychology professor from before??? 😲😲😲 WHAT? 😰 Sis, turns out you WERE right about her. But like still, your psychology professor who disappeared mysteriously for 3 years suddenly showing up and suddenly came back with milk 🥛 on HAND... - Imagine her surprise seeing you walk right in for HER psychological evaluation... Babes was amused to see her student from before, became her psychologist... Like wow, the tables have turned. Okay then, sis she was like show me what you got 💅 Before you went straight down to business you were like "SISTER, where have you been???" Making her flabbergasted 😮 at the 360 personality switch, like was this the same student she was talking to from before??? ���🤨🤨 Girlie couldn't believe that you casually sat down and went on to say like "Sooo, this is where you've been 😊 babes where were you??? How'd you even get into prison? Okay like... I know you were doing something illegal and stuff like that but, still? They allow you to SLAY in prison uniforms??? 👠👠👠 Sister, you look SNATCHED with orange 🤩🤩🤩 - Sis was still recovering from the shock on how you basically went on a half-hour rant about how you got into the MBCC, and how you are chief's cousin, and like how you was SEARCHING for her because her favorite professor went missing... Wait. You considered her as your favorite professor? 🥰 Pookie was happy to hear that, but she needs to sit down first because she was too shocked to see the CHANGE in you that she forgor (intentional misspell 😌) to SIT down 🧍‍♀️

She was sitting in this SLAYING pose that you couldn't help but say "GIRL, What's with the..." Fingers snapping "Pose... It's giving... Office siren like yasss slay queen 💅💅💅" Again, your professor didn't expect the personality change like??? What happened when she was gone and what's with the slangs pooks...? 🤭 You had to explain what that meant and she was like "Thanks... Pookie?" Ooh the way we all giggled when miss maam attempted to use the slangs 🤭🤭🤭 Okay, after the interrogation you two became BESTIES 😌 Yes, you heard that right you two, besties.

There would be a couple of times where you guys end up collaborating or it's either you were assigned on a dispatch mission, yes you can also SERVE❗❗❗ The country 😾 You're giving FIERCE while she serves FACE the whole time, we all know that her face card never declinesss so, obviously you would drop a few comments like "Stop serving FACE, I'm getting distracted babes" And she's like "I need to keep SERVING pooks so we can stay alive 🥰🥰🥰" The way that you FOLDED when she was using the language of slaytology when you guys talk, like it's exclusive for YOU 🥺🥺🥺 Pookie... Wdym the Rebecca, talks to you in ✨slay✨ terminology??? 💅💅💅

Anyways, she asked you how you were able to resist her hypnotism before, and you just basically responded, my LASHES were too long from that time, and oh you wore CONTACTS? 🤨 How does that affect her hypnosis??? 😃 Sis, maybe it's genes that ran between you and chief... But you didn't know that.. 😶 An: I ran out of brain juice on how to proceed with the second installment because head empty, thoughts are FULL of air 💨 rn... *Goes mia for now, be back writing for the other stuff* TOODLES!

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

green, bag, tea, and/or spring for the word thing!

thank you my talented friend :)

My only green is technically not new but in an updated version of a prompt response I posted last week that I'm tinkering with maybe continuing, and fixing up to post on ao3 to have everything together.

 If someone was calling him this early, it wasn’t a social call, no if someone was calling him this early, something was terribly wrong. Briefly, he entertained the idea that some terrible car accident meant Ruth was being called to work, but that hope was destroyed when Roy glimpsed the name on the caller ID.  Jamie Tartt. “Jamie?” Roy answered on the third try, his shaking fingers missing the little green button the first two tries as nerves wracked through him.

Bag from thought i wanted love ('til you showed me what it was):

“Oh fuck off. I had a couple drinks. It’s no big deal. I’ll go to a meeting tomorrow.” Jamie stormed upstairs to the guest room where his Dad was staying. Jamie grabbed a duffel bag from the closet and filled it with everything he bought his father the past week. New clothes, toiletries, trainers, anything the man needed. James was standing in the foyer when Jamie returned downstairs with the packed bag. Jamie inhaled deeply as he placed the bag at the front door, preparing for his father to dig in his heels.  “I’m done, Dad,” Jamie said. “This was your last chance. Get out.”

Tea from False Confidence:

“Did he wake up?” Roy pulled Ted from his thoughts, handing him plain water while the assistant coach sipped his tea.  “Yeah for a bit, the doc was here but he was more confused than I was that time I got lost in the corn maze at Old Mister McGuirk’s farm.” “Yeah, don’t talk like that when he wakes up. What’d the doctor say?” Roy asked.

Spring from you inherit the sins, you inherit the flames:

No one told you how devastating it was to lose your father while he was still alive.

No one told you there could be a moment from which you viewed everything as before and after.

For Rebecca Welton, that moment happened when she was sixteen and walked in on her father with another woman. After that terrible fall Friday, there was a distinction in her life. Where before, she had a Dad, and then that man was her father. There was a difference between the two. One that she didn’t know existed until it happened.

She spent the fall and winter waiting for her father to beg her forgiveness, but by spring, when the ground thawed but her heart remained frozen, she knew he never would.

[bucknastysbabe]

Let the Right One In

“To labor and toil as we harvest the coals, we silently pray Lord please harvest our souls.”

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,372

Synopsis: Down in the holler the women work with dark entities. The mining company employs them to keep the coal flowing. Therein lies the problem, two souls that want to break the wheel.

Tags: Historical!Au, Mining!Au, Southern Gothic/Folk Horror, v!fingering, pnv!sex, loss of virginity, mention of rituals and dark magic, innocence kink, no one is particularly a saint, Bucky is losing it, southern twang

A/N: This is part 1/2 Can you tell I love supernatural/paranormal stuff? On my country bullshit HONK HONK LETS GO SOUTHERN UNITED STATES SKEE *truck noises* YEE where I totally am NOT from help pls

West Virginia, 1883

The last thing Bucky remembered was shouts, a bright light, and burning hot fire. That’s what the young woman gathered from his clouded mind. She tucked a dark strand of hair behind his ear, eyes roaming over his scruffy face. A voice came from behind.

“Are you just going to stare at him all day or put the salve on?”

The girl frowned, turning back to face her mother. She was a grim woman with a stern face and austere clothing. The elder had taught her daughter everything she knew. The same as every female in the family did, keeping that secret magic alive. Magic that kept the crops blooming and the miners back from the afterlife. Whispers at night were the only talk of the strange women in the holler.

That’s how the young miner missing an arm ended up in their care. His sister Rebecca had appeared in the morn, crying and begging to bring her brother back. They had no source of income besides the dutiful brother, their father dead of blackened lungs. Your mother had warned the girl of the powers that she was begging for, but Becca carried him relentlessly forward on shaking legs. She said the foreman told her to bring ‘Bucky’ to the dark holler.

The ritual to keep his life force on this plane had taxed the small coven. A dark energy swirled around Bucky. His soul was blindingly strong but held together precariously. That always attracted the leeches dwelling deep in the mountains, soaking in those coal seams. Her mother and the others dabbled with those dark creatures, but she tried to stay away, wanted to keep the people they helped away too.

The witch knew those eldritch malevolent things were much more powerful than the average forest spirit.

“Fine. He’ll leave eventually. They always do, y’know.”

The young woman bitterly replied, “I know. S’nice to look. He seems…good.”

“Do you want to keep him?”

She really, really did. But she couldn’t.

“No, his family needs ‘im.”

She dusted off her dress and got up to grab the salve for the mess of Bucky’s left shoulder. It had been blown off in that horrible accident at the Howling Commando coal mine. It had taken 15 lives so far. Another man laid broken in the neighboring witch’s house. Sam was his name.

Slowly the woman worked the poultice into the scarred flesh, watching his unconscious face for any discomfort. He’d need a binding ritual to receive another arm. The company would pay for them sometimes. Workers already proficient aided with a supernaturally strong arm or other appendage were quite popular with them.

They provided the materials, the witches would commune with the powers. It didn’t take much, most of the overseer business lacked a soul anyways. The man grunted in pain under her fingers, she stilled with wide eyes. Backing away cautiously, her gaze kept focused on him.

Blue eyes groggily blinked open. She bit at her lip in anticipation of the wave of emotion. He looked around before registering the pain. Then the lack of an arm. A wounded noise left Bucky. He gasped, “What?” Struggling to sit up he cried again in pain.

“Stop- please stop movin’ it’ll make it worse,” she begged.

“What the hell is going on?,” he half-sobbed. His eyes kept flickering to the ruined stump of what was an arm— like if he looked again it might magically reappear. The daughter spoke, “Your sister Becca brought you here. We’re helpin’ out. M’sorry bout that accident of yours.”

Bucky flopped his head back with a weak groan. Tears fell down his scruffy cheeks. He sobbed softly, right hand holding the ruin of his shoulder. She felt her heart go out to his confusion and pain. The witch padded closer, sitting back down on the chair next to the cot. Bucky rasped half to himself, “What am I goin’ to do? Ain’t worth a damn.”

“The company is helpin’ out. Said you’re an invaluable worker.”

Skeptical eyes met her own softened orbs. He growled, “Company put me out here with you witches? Same shit they did to Steve and the others, I reckon.” Bucky looked at the wooden ceiling, a painful sob tearing from his chest again, mournful prayers leaving his lips.

She remembered Steve. Came in a bag of bones and a stones throw from death, came out full of muscle and strength. He was a sweet soul, somehow uncorrupted by the ritual. She worried about Bucky surrounded by inherent darkness— the same she carried.

“I’m sorry,” she offered again, eyes low.

“When do I get the arm?,” he asked hoarsely.

“Next full moon. Couple’a days.”

Bucky’s sobs had quieted down to tears again, eyes glossy with shock. The witch frowned again, unsure of what to say. She didn’t get to talk to the other sex much. Her mother never mentioned a father, shunning men unless they had a purpose. The zombie-like creatures at their beckoning didn’t count.

The best she could come up with was grabbing his big hand, squeezing it. Icy eyes flickered to the woman, his dark brows furrowed. He managed, “You’re more different than I expected.” She stared on with doe eyes.

Bucky would’ve chased her tail around town, laid it on thick before. He elaborated, “Always was told you witches were these hags up in the hollers.”

“My momma is one of ‘em,” she deadpanned.

Bucky laughed at that, the reaction deliriously bubbling out of him. The witch by his side sure was pretty but mighty strange. Hell, he might as well make the best of the worst. Slaving away in the mines for the company and the devil was his reality. She murmured, “I don’t like those rituals, they take a little piece of ya.”

“A big piece a’me is gone, little witch.”

Her hand grabbed his tighter, a pink tongue nervously darting against soft lips. She urged, “Jus’ do me a favor and don’t let ‘em in. Ever.” Bucky had an inkling of what she meant and nodded along. He didn’t want to think about that, instead wondering how the woman’s hair would feel against his skin. The throbbing pain of his shoulder was easing up a bit, some cool substance covered the area.

“What’s your name?,” Bucky asked.

She shook her head, declining the miner an answer.

“Call me what you wish, but I can’t do that. M’sorry,” she apologized again. Bucky pondered over a name, surveying the witch intensely. She blushed and stared down at her lap. He figured she didn’t speak up much for herself, baring her sweet neck at the slightest provocation. Like a little shy bunny.

“Bunny,” he said.

Her mouth fell open, a blush high on her cheeks. Bucky liked that look. He continued, “You remind me of a sweet lil’ bunny. Cute as one too.” Her grip on him faltered. She muttered, “Don’t let my momma catch you callin’ me that. But I like it.”

A screech echoed from outside, Bucky’s newly christened bunny bolting upright. She pressed an urgent peck to his cheek and hurried out the room, sounds of wood creaking after.

Bucky laid in the cot, pondering his reality and the pretty witch accompanying it. He just wanted his arm back, not the twisted silvery shit he’d get. He saw the hollow looks in their eyes when they returned to the mine. They rarely spoke, worked to the bone, and ambled out as if in a daze. Steve was the only one he’d seen who seemed fine. But he didn’t get a new appendage, instead a new body. Stevie was too pure.

Maybe he’d fuck the little bunny as a last laugh before his soul was sucked out. She seemed interested enough, he could almost see her trembling to get closer. Bucky would make her scream, poor bunny probably never even been touched right. He’d show them.

Bucky hated his inability to barely move, worn out from the slightest movement. His bunny later explained it was from being brought back so close to death. She took care of him, feeding Bucky and tending to his wound. He’d met her mother since, the woman glaring at him and warning him to be good.

The haggard mother kept away for the most part, Bunny had mentioned she led the coven of witches and was often busy. Bucky considered it perfect for when he defiled the innocent thing. He enjoyed the caretaking in the meantime, never receiving anything like that in his cold life. She was very attentive and a good listener.

A day away from the ritual Bucky asked, “Ya got a straight razor around here bunny?” She was mashing ingredients up with a pestle across the room. The mother was gathering energy in the forest from what he’d heard, garnering him to take action. The woman hummed, “I think so, why?” Bucky rasped, “Need a shave, face is itchin’. A bath too if ya got it.”

Her breath hitched. Carefully she put down the mortar. Silently she stepped to a drawer and pulled out a razor. Bunny said, “I’ll have to boil water. Think you can get into a tub?” Bucky joked, “I think I’d jump into one if I could.” Her pretty lips quirked into a smile and she disappeared.

Bucky began to grow restless at her lack of presence. He shifted into an upright position, wincing at the pain in his shoulder. The miner stretched the best he could, the bones in his back grinding and popping. He was exhausted from the haul up, feeling his eyelids slip. Bucky felt himself doze, unable to stop the descent.

When he woke again he felt warm, glancing around for the reason why. Bucky dimly registered he was in a tub now, his remaining arm gripping at the side to tether him. His eyes wildly darted around for another person. He noted that his growing scruff was shaved.

“Shh, s’fine, I’ve got you,” she soothed.

A small hand caressed his mottled shoulder, Bucky feeling better with her presence guarding his weakened side. He cocked his head to look at the witch, a slight smile gracing Bucky’s features. She held some soap in her other hand, a rag hanging on the edge of the tin tub. He had many questions on how he ended up here but decided to ignore it. Probably for the best.

Silent as always his bunny lathered up the rag and rubbed circles on his sore skin. She made sure to get his torso thoroughly, face schooled into single-minded focus. Bucky sighed at the feeling, heat spreading under his skin. As the rag neared his thighs, he couldn’t help but swell at the touch.

Bucky could easily excuse this to corrupt her. He found himself saying anyways, “Ah- bunny, you may need to stop yourself.”

“Why?”

He huffed a laugh at her innocent response. She frowned in confusion— the look marring fine features. Her hand grazed against his length under the water, a little ‘oh’ filling the awkward silence. Bucky murmured, “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He held her gaze with a molten look, lips quirking into a smirk.

“Buck,” she blushed and turned her head, “Do y’find me pretty or somethin’?”

The woman chewed at her lip nervously, quite overwhelmed with it all. Bucky drawled, “I think you could feel it for yourself, bun.” She glanced up, an eager look flitting across her face. Bucky laid it on, “Course I find you pretty. Prettiest thing I’ve seen in West Virginia.”

This usually was his hook, line, and sinker for the ladies. Bucky threw on a charming grin to seal the deal. The little witch trembled, faltering over a response. Her hand rested dangerously close to his cock.

“I want you. Please,” she whimpered. Her eyes were watery with need while hands wracked with shakes. Bucky beckoned her closer, the woman dropping to her knees, hand still so close to where he needed it most. His cock throbbed with blood, swelling painfully so.

He puffed against her lips, his blue eyes almost blackened by inky pupils. She whimpered softly, lips grazing Bucky’s own. He closed the minuscule gap sealing their mouths together with a feather-light kiss. His little bunny’s hand gripped at his thigh in an attempt to tether herself from floating into the ether.

Bucky led the way with insistent presses of his lips, his only hand holding her soft cheek. She gasped into his warm mouth, opening up like one of those morning glory flowers curled on the path to the mine. The man tenderly coaxed her lips into an lazy dance, soaking in her sweet scent and taste.

She shyly pressed her forehead against his own, eyes fluttering in pleasure. The brunette deepened the kiss— gently sliding his tongue across her own wet muscle. She cried softly, Bucky swallowing the sound with another greedy lick. His thumb slid across the witch’s skin, sending goosebumps down her arms.

Slick smacks and her beautiful noises swam in his head. Bucky was utterly intoxicated by the innocent eagerness, seeping into his flushing veins. He wanted to consume her wholly, never in a way he’d felt before. A dark thought slid from the sap in his skull— Probably put a spell on you, young blood.

Bucky didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore except defiling this paragon of purity surrounded by vast darkness. Where he’d soon reside after the ritual.

He drawled against her swollen lips, “Get in with me, Bun, c’mon sweetness.”

Her lithe fingers frantically unbuttoned her plaid top, Bucky holding the woman’s mouth hostage. She whined his name— breasts exposed to the chilly air. She undid her skirt and petticoat to his gaze, shivering under the intensity. Bucky wished to something higher up that he had his other hand to feel her.

The little witch murmured against his insistent maw, “Do I please you?”

He drew back to drink in her body, glowing with something he couldn’t name. Bucky thumbed at a pebbled nipple, rumbling out, “More than pleasing me, c’mon now bunny.” Her breath hitched, a flush deepening her skin. She climbed into the tin tub, crying out when her sensitive cunt pressed flush against Bucky’s desire.

Bucky nuzzled her neck and murmured, “Y’feel how much ya please me?” His bunny jerked her head in a semblance of a nod, struck by the onslaught of new sensation. The man rubbed his nose against hers, his hand running down her belly and hips. She keened his name, eyes fluttering helplessly.

“Ya gonna let me touch your pretty pussy, Bunny?,” Bucky groaned filthily in her ear.

“P-please Buck,” the girl in his lap begged.

She steadied herself with hands on his shoulders, cautious of the left side. Bucky didn’t feel as much pain from it— sometimes a burning itch or dull throbs. He grinned as his fingers slipped against her slit, feeling the collected slick even in the water. Bucky’s cock jumped at her thighs trembling in response.

She seized his lips again with a desperate whine, pressing her tits against his own muscled chest. The miner circled his thumb around her clit a couple of times, testing the waters with one finger sliding into her heat. He swore, “Fuck bunny- you’re tight.” Bucky could cum from her virgin cunt sheathed around his one digit.

He eased the single finger in and out, eyes checking her own for pain. She seemed dazed, full lashes sweeping over her cheeks, puffy lips lax and wet. Bucky crooked up into her sweet spot, groaning softly at her warbling yelp. She squirmed in his lap, bumping his rigid cock with another wrecked cry.

Bucky slid another finger in, aiming to stretch her out now. Regardless she’d be a tight fit, he knew that much. He scissored his fingers with practiced ease, enjoying her needy lips mouthing against his neck. She shivered and mewled, “Another, ‘nother one Buck.”

Who would James Buchanan Barnes Jr. be if he declined the beautiful bunny in front of him? He cooed, “Such a nice bun takin’ my fingers like that.”

“Mmh, yes, wanna be good,” she rambled.

Bucky reverently watched her writhe and sniffle at the third finger forced it’s way in. He swore again at the tight fit, pausing to gather himself from shoving his cock in her pussy like a rabid dog. Bucky mumbled, “You’re a real prize, y’know that?” She blinked and hid blushing cheeks. Apparently that was one compliment too far.

He pumped his fingers a few more times and asked softly, “Y’ready for it? Want me to fill ya up?” His bunny nodded and rolled her hips in agreement, whining at the loss of the brunette’s digits. The witch nestled her forehead into the crook of Bucky’s neck. He stopped and chided, “Look at me. I wanna see you.”

She focused on him.

Bucky guided his cock into her virgin cunt, his chest filling with warmth at the press. She bit off a cry, teeth clamping down on her full bottom lip. Bucky groaned, stretching her inch by agonizing inch. She whimpered in pain, a heartbreaking little cry of his name. Bucky shushed her, rubbing comforting circles on her tightened back.

“Easy now, you’re doing okay, it’ll stop pinchin’,” Bucky promised, “Gonna make ya feel s’good bunny.” He slipped his hand back to her pussy, thumbing gentle circles into her clit. Her pained whimpers subsided, a minute roll of plush hips made Bucky see stars. The witch panted, forcing herself up and down.

Bucky tried to slow her roll but she shook her head and kept it up, back arching in blooming pleasure. He rasped, “Y’sure?”

“Mhm, yes!”

Bucky rolled his hips up, canting his cock into her slick heat. He moaned deep in his throat at the impossible squeeze, balls already beginning to draw up in anticipation. Bucky thrusted faster, aiming for her sweet spot. Sharp teeth latched onto his shoulder when he made contact— her yelling into the thick muscle.

The water sloshed and rolled at their racing movements. Bucky couldn’t help but groan, “S’good bunny don’t stop.” She cried, “Never- y’feel so damn good.” He breathed into her ear teasingly, “Yeah? How I feel?” He roughly drug his cock against her walls with a grin.

She shivered and mewled, “So full, so big Buck.”

The witch’s tight heat pulsed around his thick cock in waves, her noises growing higher and higher. She tossed her head back, giving Bucky the ride of his damned life. His bunny babbled, “Oh fuck- oh my, my, you’re perfect.” Her glinting teeth were tinged with his blood, making him even harder.

A voice echoed in his head, “Serve her. Make her your goddess, yes, yes!”

Pleasure surged through Bucky’s veins. He pinched at her clit with a ragged wheeze, feeling himself come unraveled. She fared no better, pretty tears on her cheeks. Bucky begged, “C’mon baby, c’mon and cum on me please sweetheart.” She nodded in agreement, biting down on his bruising skin to hide the wailing.

With a burst of colors behind the brunettes eyes, she seized with a hiccup, milking his dick at the same time. His bunny gasped and writhed around him, whimpering his name. Bucky moaned deeply, pulling out and finishing in the water with milky blooms. He held her close as he could, laving at her salty skin.

“Aw hell,” she whispered, wide eyes and heavy pants.

“Nah bunny, s’perfect,” Bucky slurred.

She traced the familiar symbol into his neck with a shaky finger, hoping something would click. With a sigh she murmured, “C’mon. Need’ta clean you up ‘fore mama gets back.” She felt hollow now, just wanting to rest in his arms. Bucky was the same mindset but kept his mouth shut. Reality of what was to occur was hitting him like a ton of coal.

After resting from the exhausting climb from the tin tub, his eyes flickered open to the moonlit room. No one was in the cabin anymore— only her sweet scent lingering in the air. Bucky’s blues caught on a shiny reflection. On the wooden table sat a silvery arm. One with a horrific red star stamped on the shoulder. He was suddenly very scared.

[altschmerzes]

It’s my birthday so… 🌹?

and a happy happy birthday to you!! i hope it's been a good one <3 this is a scene i've posted a piece of before, but it's a much longer clip of the context leading up to it. it's much later in the fic than we are now, after the au version of 2x08. this is right after ted and roy - and beard and rebecca, who went with them - got back from manchester where they went to retrieve jamie's things from his dad's place. they left jamie at the higgins house while they went to do this, because while he's obviously old enough to stay home alone, he's hurt pretty significantly and he's had an extremely traumatic like. week or so. so they don't want to leave him on his own. this is when they go to pick him up.

When they arrive at the Higgins house, it’s dark. Evening is wearing on, and the sight of the cosy home with the light shining through the curtains makes something in Roy’s chest give an almighty yank. This is a day that has lasted a lifetime and he feels so tired he could lie down on the pavement and sleep for an age at the same time that he feels alive with nervous energy that won’t quiet until he gets eyes on Jamie. Even lifting his hand to knock on the front door it shakes. Roy can feel the same sort of anxious buzz radiating from the person behind him on the porch and, far from the first time, he is extremely fucking glad that Ted is here with him. Maybe it’s a bad sort of thing to think, but Roy is beyond grateful that he isn’t feeling everything that he’s feeling - about what they did today, about the whole situation, about Jamie - alone.

Higgins answers the door with a smile and waves them inside. He doesn’t ask why they didn’t stay in Manchester for the night, or how things went, or what the man they’d gone to see had been like, and Roy could kiss him for it. The only thing he says, huddled with Roy and Ted in the front entry, is, “Alright?”

Roy gives one stiff nod and Ted mumbles something unintelligible. Higgins nods back, and steps into the living room, both of them following behind him.

“Jamie,” he calls softly as he crosses the threshold. “Jamie, Ted and Roy are back. They’re here to get you.”

Jamie is laying on the couch. He’s curled on his side, a throw blanket tucked around him - a sight that kicks that lurching yank in Roy’s ribcage back to life again. It hurts to look at him there with the blanket so carefully tucked in at the edges. For a moment, Roy can’t hardly breathe. Then he notices that Jamie isn’t wearing the sling he’s supposed to be wearing so that his shoulder heals right. He sees it off to the side, set on an end table, and then he’s walking before he remembers deciding to do it. As he goes, he sees Jamie sitting up, a trajectory slowed and made awkward by sleep and pain.

“Roy?” the kid asks, voice clumsy with the same.

“Yeah,” Roy says. He picks up the sling and turns with it, sitting down on the couch next to Jamie. The fabric is rough and he’s not quite sure how to get the straps open, but he figures it out after not too much fumbling.

Holding out the sling, now opened as far as it will go, Roy gestures towards Jamie with it. Jamie looks at him and doesn’t move at first. When he does, it’s a slow shift, a hesitant raise of his bad arm that stops when it’s held out between them. He doesn’t put it into the sling. He just sits there with it held out between them, already trembling slightly from the pain of holding his wrenched shoulder at that angle.

It’s an offer. A silent gesture of hesitant trust and Roy almost can’t do it. He almost can’t bring himself to accept what he’s being given for fear that he’ll break it, that he’ll take this chance Jamie has given him and ruin it. Hurt him. Roy has to take the chance, though, because if he doesn’t, if he rejects the offer, he knows Jamie will be hurt. Something between them will fracture. So he reaches out a faintly shaking hand and gently takes ahold of Jamie’s wrist. Jamie jolts at the touch - not much, just a twitch really, but Roy stops. He sits still and holds Jamie’s wrist, waiting for… Waiting for something. What, he doesn’t know exactly. An indication that he hasn’t made things worse? Someone else to speak, or move, or breathe? Something, anything that will tell Roy that things are steady, that the ground under their feet isn’t ice about to crack.

The room feels like it’s holding its breath. Roy doesn’t know if Ted came in or is still in the doorway, if Higgins is here or if he’s disappeared somewhere into the rest of the house. He can’t pay attention to either of them. All his attention is focused on Jamie as he slowly, carefully starts helping the kid maneuver his arm into the sling. Mostly, it goes just fine. His arm fits into it easily with only a single moment where Roy twists the fabric to get it settled and Jamie lets out a hiss. Roy pulls the offending part of the sling out of the way and swipes his thumb over the bone of Jamie’s wrist in apology.

“Feel okay?” Roy asks, once it’s all settled, with all of its fiddly straps and velcro bits arranged in the way Sarah had showed him before they left the hospital.

Jamie doesn’t answer. He just keeps his head ducked down the way it has been while Roy’s fussed at his arm, watching the process with detached fascination. There’s an odd expression on his face and his eyes flick away from his arm, up to Roy every so briefly, then back down again. It takes Roy a moment to notice, but he’s chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“The sling, I mean,” Roy corrects, chastising himself internally for being an idiot with how he worded the question. Of course Jamie doesn’t fucking feel okay. What kind of a stupid, nonsense, ridiculous… “Does it feel alright, do you need me to…”

Whatever he’d been about to say is cut off by Jamie. The boy moves in an unexpected, sudden moment, wrapping his good arm around Roy’s waist and ducking his face into the side of his neck. The grip at Roy’s waist is tight in a way that’s almost desperate and Jamie is pressed as close as he can get despite the bulk of the sling getting in the way. There’s a tremor running through his body that Roy hadn’t been able to see but can sure feel now, and he’s breathing in heavy, laboured pushes of his chest like he’s about to cry.

It’s wrong, knowing that. It’s wrong that Roy knows so acutely and so surely what it feels like when Jamie is on the verge of tears in his arms, and he realizes with a lurch of his gut that he hasn’t actually reacted at all. Jamie is clinging onto him like he’s the last steady thing in the world but Roy’s arms aren’t around him. It’s been several long seconds now and he hasn’t responded, and he knows Jamie, knows that means Jamie’s probably already convinced he’s done something wrong. He’s got to be going ten rounds with himself inside his head but he still hasn’t let go, which means the only thing worse to Jamie right now than clinging to something he’s afraid doesn’t want him is not having anything to cling to at all.

Slowly, hesitantly, still so haunted by the inescapable knowledge of just where the worst of the boy’s injuries are mapped onto his body that a large part of Roy is terrified to touch him, he responds. Roy’s hands lift and hover behind him, trying to decide where to put them, eventually settling with one palm pressed to the nape of Jamie’s neck, the other gently eased around the part of his upper arm swaddled in the sling. If he can keep the pressure off Jamie’s shoulder, if he can avoid pressing on his injured back, then maybe Roy can justify staying here like this with him for a little longer. Maybe Roy can justify leaning his cheek on the top of Jamie’s head and feeling him breathe, which is proof that he’s alive. Proof that he’s not okay yet but he is safe, which means that okay is in reach, even if it’ll take a while to get there.

They stay there like that for a long time.

[thebetawolfgirl]

Memory Of The Heart

Pairing:Timmy x Reader

Warnings: light smut, mentions of trauma and injuries.

A/N: Wrote this at 11pm at night.

Memory of the heart

Timothée was on the other side of the world when he got the call from his sister Pauline telling him that y/n had been in a terrible car crash near the Brooklyn Bridge.

‘She’s alive, the doctors are working on her now. She suffered sever head injuries,’

Timmy heard his sister let out a sob on the other end of the phone and fear struck him.

‘Pauline what is it?’

‘They said there are signs of brain damage. They won’t know until she wakes up.’ Pauline sobbed over the phone as Timmy fell against the nearest wall and slid down to the floor.

He sat there feeling numb as his sister explained how it was a head on collision and that y/n’s friend, Sarah who had also been in the car had died on site and the doctors said it was a miracle y/n even survived the crash because there was nothing left of the car when the paramedics reached them.

After a while Timmy hung up the phone and just lay there on the floor before slowly standing and looked around the room in his rented apartment. He was hoping y/n would be joining him overseas and they would spend much needed time together, with both their work schedules they had barely seen each other before he had to leave for shooting.

But now here he was in a big luxurious apartment while the love of his life was fighting to cling to hers in a hospital on the other side of the world.

He picked up the desk chair and flung it against the wall smashing it to splinters in his rage, before picking something else up and hurling it across the room. He continued trashing his room until he felt someone wrap their arms around him from behind restraining him from destroying anything else, he recognised the tribal tattoos instantly.

‘Jason LET ME GO!!’

‘Not until you calm down little brother.’

Timmy struggled against him desperately trying to get free from the large man’s grip.

‘C’mon man you being arrested won’t help y/n.’

Timmy struggled harder and clenched his jaw and began growling. Trying to wrench free,

‘Timmy please stop this you’re gonna hurt yourself PLEASE!’

He heard the female voice and spun round and saw Zendaya in tears with Rebecca and Oscar behind her at the door way.

‘You’re not the only one that’s cut up about this horrible situation, we all love y/n, you’re not alone in your pain, little brother.’ Jason whispered to him before Timmy deflated in his arms and allowed Jason to guide him to sit on the bed where Zendaya walked over to sit beside him and lay her head on his shoulder.

Timmy sat in his room with his movie family and fixed everything that wasn’t broken and put everything as it was as best they could.

It had been two weeks and Pauline called Timmy every day and kept him updated, now he was at the airport back home walking to his ride when he got a hyper call from his sister saying y/n was awake.

Timmy told his driver to step on it to the hospital when his sister told him y/n had no memory of anything or anyone and wouldn’t let anyone near her.

Timmy rushed to the hospital and sped up to the second floor to y/n’s ward, when he entered he heard voices and hesitantly entered y/n’s private room.

Y/n looked up scared and met the eyes of someone strangely familiar but still strange to her she watched him intently as he approached her bedside slowly and careful.

Who was this man, and why did she instantly feel, KNOW she could trust him. She held out her hand for hint to take and looked into his green eyes.

‘Do you remember me, my love?’ He asked hopefully.

Her head was blank, but her heart was screaming at her ‘HES YOURS!’

‘I’m Timmy. Timothée.’

She frowned shaking her head and whispered ‘No’

He looked at her heartbroken about to let go of her hand and she gripped them hard pulling them back to hers in a panic.

‘Don’t let me go. Don’t leave me.’

He gripped her hands and kissed her knuckles and she sighed relaxing a little.

He leaned forward hesitantly and kissed her forehead and is hopeful when she closes her eyes leaning into him.

Y/n was allowed to come home after a few more tests and although her mother wanted her home with her, y/n insisted she was going home with ‘the kind man who held her hand’

She still wouldn’t call him by his name. Insisting that wasn’t what she called him at home.

Timmy helped her out of the car and she looked up at the modest house.

‘I wanted to buy you a bigger house, so you could-

‘Live like the Queen I am.’ They looked at each other in shock. He nodded slowly and breathed out a ‘Yeah. That’s right.’ He smiled helping her in to the house as she looked around the house taking everything in.

‘I’ve set up a bedroom downstairs if you don’t want to risk the staircase just yet, and I’ve got all your favourite snacks in and I’ll make dinner for us tonight, or if you prefer I can order something in.’

She walked up to him and lay her hands on his chest before laying her head on on his chest and closes her eyes, he gently wraps his arms around her body and kissed the top of her head rubbing her back.

‘This feels normal.’ She whispers against his hoodie and his heart swells in his chest.

She pulls away smiling at him before turning and walking around and heads upstairs having a look around.

Timmy decides to put her things in the makeshift bedroom through the back while she familiarise herself with their home.

Y/n walks along the hall and finds the master bedroom and walks in and opens the wardrobes seeing his clothes hung up or folded neatly, she pulls out one of his hoodies and walks to the edge of the large bed and sitting down and brings the hoodie to her nose, inhaling. She was beginning to remember the boy she knew from high school, but still couldn’t remember his name. He said Timmy, but she knew him by another name, she was sure of it. Her heart didn’t know him as Timmy or Timothée.

She saw a photo on the bedside table and picked it up and got a flashback of a memory slamming into her mind.

‘Hal.’ She heard herself whispering in the flashback, she was all in white and he was in a black tuxedo. She dropped the photo on to the bed as she returned to the present and stood up slowly and walked back downstairs and found him in the kitchen she watched him finish cleaning the dishes and dry his hands.

He heard her voice before he saw her.

‘Hal.’

He stopped dead and turned slowly to face her to see her standing at the kitchen door watching him as his breath became heavy.

‘What?’

She smiled at him and walked over resting her hands on his chest looking up at him ‘Husband’

He grabbed her waist and slowly moved his head to the side and kissed her jaw gently before moving to her neck leaving a small trail of kisses down to her shoulder before burying his face in her neck holding on to her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

‘I’m home.’

He held her tighter before lifting her on to the kitchen counter in front of him letting her wrap her legs around his waist, before capturing her lips in a gentle kiss which she returned whispering his middle name like a prayer in between kisses.

‘Hal’

She opened her mouth letting him deepen the kiss and gripped his shirt in her fist while tugging on his hair gently as he pulled her closer lifting her off the counter and carried her upstairs to their bedroom.

‘Y/n. My wife.’ He whispered as he lowered her back onto the bed and removed her top over her head and kissed down her neck, she reached up pulling his shirt off messing his hair even more and smiled as he carefully removed her sweatpants she had put on coming home from the hospital taking her underwear with them and tossing them aside.

She removed his own bottoms before pulling him on top of her whispering in his ear ‘Husband’ making him nuzzle her neck before moving up and kiss her slowly.

They had sex many times and had made love many times, all over the house, but this time was different, she had remembered him after so many weeks of waiting for her to do so.

Tonight he got her back, he was her Hal, her husband. She was his

y/n, his wife.

Tonight would be the first time they would be together in months.

He pushed into her as he kissed her slowly swallowing her gasps, as she clung to his arms digging her nails in and wrapped her legs around him making him push in further and deeper. He began moving against her slowly taking his time and buried his face in her neck and entwining their fingers together on the pillow and began thrusting into her a bit faster still taking time as she ran her hand up his back then dragging her nails lightly down again making him gasp against her throat and nip her shoulder gently causing her to gasp his name ‘Hal.’

He began thrusting a bit harder hearing small whimpers to escape her lips with each thrust of his hips.

‘Y/n.’ He wrapped his arm around her waist lifting her from underneath slightly making him go deeper as she gripped his shoulders with her nails pulling him up to kiss him deeply.

He kissed her back as they both came together, clinging to each other and breathing hard.

She ran her fingers through his hair as he lay on her chest catching their breaths in the aftermath,

he moved off her and rolled them so she lay on his chest and ran his fingers up and down her back watching her fall asleep.

‘I love you.’ He whispered and saw her smile sleepily.

‘I love you.’

‘What brought you back to me?’

She looked thoughtful entwining his other hand with hers.

‘My mind didn’t remember anyone, but my heart remembered you almost instantly. Without hesitation, I knew I trusted you. The second I saw you I felt my heart scream at me, she looked up at him ‘He’s yours.’

She saw his eyes flash before tearing up ‘Always’ he responded before pressing his lips against hers in a heated chaste kiss.

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Hello @g0th1cqu33r I am your secret Santa! I will also post on a03, I hope you enjoy your story!

The building was practically empty, and her boots echoed down the hall. Many have left early because of the day, but criminals never stop so she decided to stay later than most. Now that she had finished up dealing with the latest tests, she was determined to find her friend. Every year he seemed to escape, running off alone into the night, and she has had enough. Leon was the kind of guy who kept his feelings close to his chest. She knew he had a heart of gold, but after all the blonde had been through he took to shutting down his emotions to stay alive. Especially after one mission in particular.

Rebecca sighed and pushed open a door, she had been the first to notice. Leon came back broken, though only his closest friends could see it. Something in his eyes told her and the others this wasn't normal. Leon was never healthy on missions, he wouldn't sleep, and would push himself until the mission was finished, his body running on anger and adrenaline alone. Once home he would crash for two days, and unless they used the key to his apartment to make sure he was breathing no one would hear from him. This case was different, something else happened on that mission and Leon refused to talk about it. He'd grow tense, angry, and he would refuse to answer anything.

“Did you find him?”

Rebecca looks up, her heart jumping before she smiles sadly at Chris. “No. He got past us again.”

“Damn it Leon” Chris shakes his head, his hands on his hips. “I hope he won't spend another Christmas in jail. He's going to get himself killed.”

“I know, I am worried too” She answers “I don't know what to do. We could check every bar”

Chris shakes his head. “He's already drinking by now and once he's like that there is no reasoning with him. We should stick with the plan”

She nods softly and shakes her head. “I hope he will be okay.”

The bar was quiet tonight, many of the regulars were home with their families, however one in particular was a regular even now. A heavy glass knocks against the worn wood, and he leans forward, his arms resting on the counter top. He was five drinks in already and he felt his chest begin to loosen up. The emotions welling seeping through the cracks in his foundation like a crumbling dam. He wondered how much longer he could last, how long until his body gives out?

Leon waves his hand and watches as the bartender pours him another drink. The amber liquid swirled in his glass, and the longer he looked, the worse he became. Flashes from what felt like another life began to appear, voices echoing through his head, though one in particular was agony. Leon tightened his grip on the glass, as the bartender walked away. He had known Leon for a while now and he knew when the man needed space.

“What do you think Leon…People can change right?”

Leon hung his head, his hair falling over his face. It has been nine years, nine long years and his voice still sounded as clear as the day it happened. The blonde shook his head, his chest tightened while his jaw began to ache. Jackson wouldn't judge him, he never did, however knowing that didn't make it easier and he downs another glass of whiskey without a flinch.

“December 24”

“Huh?” Leon looks up from his attache case, his eyebrow rising in question.

“You said earlier you wanted to know me. Who I was, why I was doing this” Luis smiles and leans against a couple of crates, his eyes following Leon's every move. “It's my birthday”

“July 31” Leon answers softly, his attention returning to his case to hide the blush creeping over his cheeks.

“You're younger than me aren't you?” Luis tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“I don't know, how old are you grandpa?” Leon tossed back, his own smirk forming when Luis touched his chest, his mouth open like he had been scandalized.

“I am only twenty eight, pequeña mierda sarcástica” Luis huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. However there was no bite to his words.

“Twenty seven” Leon answered with a smirk. “Little shit only proves my point”

Luis rolled his eyes, an action Leon couldn't help but find adorable. They had known each other for less than twenty four hours and yet there was something about Luis that made Leon's heart race.

“Why are you looking at me like that sancho?”

Leon jerks and he finds himself back in the bar, tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes another glass of whiskey to keep it from being audible, his heart cracking as he finally finds the courage to speak. He was talking to himself, but it didn't change the message. Taking a deep breath Leon reaches into his pocket and pulls it out, it was worn, dirty, and had more dents in it then it's original owner would like. Leon has taken it everywhere, every meeting, every battle, it sat in his pocket against his thigh. The feeling is a reminder, one that keeps him going through it all, why he refuses to give up.

The lighter had lost its shine years ago, and his thumb runs over a particularly bad dent in the cover. It happened during his mission in the Eastern Slav Republic, and it turns out the lighter saved his life. It stopped a piece of shrapnel from entering his leg, with how the battle had gone, a wound that bad would have killed him. Two tyrants, and running out of ammo, even without the wound it was a miracle he survived. It had taken Leon days to fix the dent, he was able to get most of it back in shape, however there still remained a small mark.

He runs his thumb over it gently, he couldn't help but feel like Luis was watching over him. Saving him even now from the grave. Leon sets down the lighter and picks up his drink, once again it has been refilled. He raises it to the lighter and licks his lips.

“Happy birthday Luis” he whispers softly, his eyes tearing up as he downs the liquor, his throat burning though it was a pleasant feeling compared to the pain in his heart.

Jackson looked up as the front door opened, his eyes following the newcomer as he made his way to the bar. He had the thought to warn the man about Leon, but before he could the man dived head first into the definition of reckless. A move that left Jackson flicking and making the sign of the cross over his chest. He was hoping Leon wouldn't be arrested tonight, but it seemed this newcomer had a death wish.

The newcomer reached forward and scooped up the lighter, the dented metal gliding through his fingers, before using it to light his cigarette, the smoke rolling over his lips and up his face slowly. The man had been ready for it, he had thought about it many times, but having it happen still made him jump, his heart nearly beating out of his chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you are!” Leon snarls slamming the man against the bar, his fist knocking into his chest roughly.

“Now that's the sancho I remember” the man spoke up, the cigarette dangling from his lips. His Gray eyes, smirk, body language, it all burned Leon, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.

Leon stood frozen in place, his fingers twisting in the man's leather jacket for stability. He felt like the room was spinning, his heart slamming against his ribcage. He had finally lost it, he was now hallucinating. It felt so real though, he could smell the smoke, feel his warmth, and hear his voice. Leon closes his eyes for a moment, taking it all in before it could disappear, his stomach twisting as the tears drip down onto the leather coat.

“Leon?” He sounded so real, it hurt. It was too much. He wanted to scream, but his throat tightened, refusing to let a sound out. “Hey, stay with me. Come on sancho.”

Leon sways and his eyelids flutter open, the man's…Luis’ hands burn into the skin on his shoulder. He was so warm. So real. The blonde took a deep breath, the tears coming against his will now, the stream unending. If he was crazy it was worth it.

“I have finally lost it” he laughs softly, it was a sad sound, like a man accepting his fate. “that or I'm dying”

“Don't talk like that” Luis replies, his hands coming up to cup the blonde's cheeks. “You are not crazy”

“I saw you die. I held your hand as you took your last breath” Leon whispers, his voice cracking as all the pain comes back.

“I thought I was dead too. I thought I was a goner, but then I woke up, someone had bandaged me up, and left me with a way to escape.” He whispers softly. “I've been in recovery, and rebuilding my life. Now finally, I had the ability to find you”

Leon shakes his head and tries to pull back, his hands shaking. “stop, just stop. This isn't real”

Luis shook his head and pushed himself through Leon's arms, his hands pulling Leon in to meet him for the kiss. It was soft and slow, one sided for a few moments, but soon Leon’s mind caught up with conversation and he returned the kiss, his fingers digging into the back of Luis jacket. His grip was so tight his fingers began to ache. He was scared, scared Luis would disappear.

“I'm here, I'm here amor.” Luis whispers against his lips, his eyes locking with Leon's.

“Luis…” Leon whispers, his jaw tightening against a sob that threatened to leave him.

Luis held him close, hovering over Leon like a protective guardian against the outside world. His hair had gotten longer, the length resting on his shoulders now and it suited him. What didn't suit Luid however was the weight loss. It wasn't much, but it was enough to show how the brunette had been living. Leon wanted nothing more than to feed him, to watch Luis eat until he was satisfied, but he also wanted to kiss him, to feel his facial hair scratch his skin, his hair tickle his cheeks, and to run his fingers through his chest hair.

“stay with me” Luis whispers softly, his thumb running over Leon's left cheek. “Do you live nearby cariño?”

Leon shakes his head, his head beginning to feel fuzzy. “got my bike”

“no, I don't think so,” Luis smiles and slaps some money on the table. “Come on, my place isn't far.”

Leon puts up a bit of a fight, but it doesn't take much to get him moving, however once the cold December air hits his face, he lets out a gasp, his body jerking softly before he coughs.

“Sancho!” Luis calls, his arms wrapping around Leon for support, but the blonde raises his hand, his skin turning pink from the cold.

“I'm fine” he takes a deep breath, his eyes suddenly looking clear and bright. “Than- Luis…”

“Ah now you are awake” he smiles softly, his hand running over Leon's back in small gentle circles. “It seems the cold was enough to wake you up”

Leon leaned up and moved closer, his hands twisting in Luis' jacket, his eyes scanning the man's face.

“Amor, I know” Luis hands close over Leon's “I'll answer anything you want, but first let me get you somewhere warm”

Leon hums and considers it, taking a moment to run through the options before he lets go. “Alright, you said you were close?”

Leon didn't know what he was doing, let alone what he was thinking. He was blinding following who he believed was Luis but how did he truly know it was Luis? The blonde kept his head low, following the brunette through the streets like a wounded puppy, however it wasn't until he registered Luis' voice that he realized they were there.

“You are worrying me amor.” Luis whispers from the open door way. His brow furrowed in concern.

Leon approaches him, his steps more like those Luis remembered, his heart skipping a beat as Leon kicks the door closed. “Show me”

“What? Leon…”

“Show me” Leon repeats his fists clenched at his sides. “I won't believe it until I see it”

Luis sighs and unzips his jacket, his eyes locked with Leon's as he works. “Alright mi cielito, I understand.”

Leon holds his breath, his eyes wondering over Luis' body, taking in every inch of him. The tail of his belt that hung out, the curve of his hips, the hair on his chest. Leon took it all in with greed, his eyes feasting on every inch of skin that became exposed. It wasn't long before Luis stood before Leon, his chest completely exposed. The blonde's eyes wandered over Luis' chest following the hair down until it disappeared beneath his pants, his own growing tight.

“Turn around”

“Dios mio sancho, at least buy me dinner” Luis grins, before he turns around exposing his back to the agent.

Leon rolled his eyes and took a few steps forward, his eyes first caught sight of the scar near Luis shoulder blade, and he ran his fingers over it gently. It wasn't what he was looking for, but it only served as more proof. Leon lingers for a moment, his fingers tracing the mark before he turns his attention to Luis' lower back, right by his left hip. It was jagged and small, but it was what Luis had asked for, 073119770, his tag number. He traced the numbers gently, his heart swelling. It was Luis. He was alive.

“Believe me now sancho?” Luis asks softly, Leon could tell he was smirking without even looking.

“Shut up” he whispers, his arms wrapping around Luis' chest, his head dropping against the brunette's back.

Luis smiles and relaxes, letting Leon have a moment, but it doesn't last long. “Show me” he returns

Leon shivers and feels his cheeks begin to warm. “You know it's me”

“I want to see it” he turns to face the blond, his eyes darkened with hunger.

Leon shivers softly, and he swallows the lump in his throat before he raises his shirt with one hand and opens his pants with the other, before pushing his waistband down enough to reveal the mark. There near the junction of his thigh and groin was a burn, a cigarette burn to be exact.

Luis' nostrils flare and he lets out a low growl. “It's been so long, that night has been burned into my memory” he whispers, accent thick, his voice deeper than normal.

“Luis…” Leon whispers softly, melting as the taller man crowds Into his space.

“Si leon?” He hums leaning over Leon ever so slightly. “If you say no I will stop”

“If you stop” Leon starts, a finger from each hand slowly sliding into the loops on Luis jeans. “I will never forgive you” he finishes jerking the brunette forward so their bodies pressed together, their lips meeting for a messy but passionate kiss.

Luis lets out a soft hum, his head tilting as he leans into the kiss, his tongue dominating Leon’s with ease. While Luis had plenty of experience, more than Leon it seemed, he was a switch depending on the day. Right now he was at war with himself, it had been nine years, he craved claiming the blonde, but also craved being claimed by him. For Luis there weren't enough hours in the day to get both done. He was to horny, needy and desperate to focus on both, Leon was warm, his skin soft until Luis’ fingers ran over the scars that littered the blonde's body. Luis felt like each one told a story, ones that Luis’ wanted to hear. He wanted to know everything, what did he miss over the time they spent apart.

Leon lets out a soft whine and pulls Luis as close as possible, his hips grinding up against the brunette’s gently. He was becoming impatient, and Luis seemed to be focused on driving him mad. Leon wanted to complain, however he decided to take advantage of the situation. The blonde turned quickly using his hold on Luis’ jeans to flip them, forcing the brunette’s body against a nearby wall. Leon let out a deep growl, his face burying into Luis' neck, but before Luis could crack a joke, the blonde rips a cry from his chest. A mix of surprise and pleasure, as the blonde's hands grip Luis’ thigh and lift him up into the air, forcing the brunette to wrap his legs around Leon’s waist.

“Better” Leon growls his teeth sinking into Luis’ neck leaving mark after mark as he slowly grinds their covered cocks together.

Luis gasps and his head slams back against the wall, his hands flying up to tangle in Leon’s golden locks, the grip only spurring the younger man on. Luis chokes and arches off the wall, his hips slamming down to meet Leon on every thrust. It wasn’t enough. He needed more, he needed skin on skin, his jeans unbearably tight. Leon however didn’t seem interested in moving, his hot breath tickling Luis’ throat as he admired the dozen’s of marks he’s already made. Luis’ had no way to hide them, unless the man owned a turtleneck -something Leon didn’t imagine Luis owning- the world was going to see Luis was taken. That the brunette was his. The thought brought another growl deep from Leon’s chest and he smiles when Luis moans.

“You like that? God you make me feral” He snarls his fingers digging into Luis thighs. “Look at you, Fuck. I thought you were beautiful before…” He whispers before running his tongue up the front of Luis' throat. “If you cut your hair, I will kill you”

“Dios mio Leon” Luis pants heavily, his eyes slowly opening to look down at the blonde. Leon wasn’t as skinny as he used to be, he had filled out a little, but in the best possible way, Luis wanted nothing more than to suffocate between those thighs. “Stop…admiring and do something before I die”

Leon grins and pulls away from the wall, holding Luis up by his ass as he blindly yet skillfully moves through his apartment, and up the stairs to his loft. “I am going to destroy you” He whispers, his voice deeper and rougher than normal. “You won’t be able to think of anyone else, i'm going to claim every last inch of your body and make you scream my name.”

Luis chokes and his head falls back, his fingers twisting into the long hair at the base of Leon’s neck. “Joder…Leon what has gotten into you” Luis mumbles his hips rocking down to grind against the blonde as best he could. “You weren’t like this nine years ago”

“I was, but I thought I had time, I thought it could wait until after the mission” He answers dropping Luis down onto the bed, leaving him splayed out like a wet dream, his hair a messy halo around his head, his tan skin littered with bruises, and thick patches of hair. Leon’s eyes darkened, his pupils almost swallowing the sapphire color of his eyes. “I won’t make that mistake again”

Luis attempts to argue, but his brain short circuits when Leon rips his jeans from his body, the button snapping, and the jeans tear with a satisfying sound. The brunette lets out a sinful cry, his body jerking up from the strength and Luis hands fly up to cover his face, his heart pounding against his chest, threatening to burst from his chest.

“Did you just cum?” Leon smirks, his head tilting to the right as takes in his lover's reaction.

“Shut up!” Luis answers, his yell muffled by his hands, the blush slowly creeping down his throat.

Leon hums and crawls onto the bed, pushing himself up near Luis' closed legs; he had never seen the brunette embarrassed. He didn’t think it was possible, Luis was cocky, confident and anything but shy. While Leon felt bad, he couldn’t help basking in the moment. Luis came from his display of strength alone, the thought left Leon feeling proud, his heart fluttering softly. After a moment though Leon moves to rub Luis’ knees, his gaze softening as he waits for the brunette to calm down.

“So beautiful. Come on baby let me in” he whispers softly smiling when Luis’ breath hitches, his knees knocking together. “You are so cute like this, shy and innocent for me. Fuck Luis” He leans down and kisses over the brunettes knees, his hands sliding down towards his elders thighs. “Let me see you.”

Luis pants heavily, his fingers sliding apart so he could peek at the blonde, his legs shaking. This wasn’t the man he was used to. God he loved it, but he hadn’t expected it. Leon was attentive, treating him like he was more than a body, Luis had never been loved so thoroughly nor had he ever cum so fast in his life.

“Mi cielito, por favor te necesito. Voy a perder la cabeza” Luis mumbles, lifting up off the bed as Leon’s fingers dig gently into his thighs. “Dios…”

“I’ll give you what you need baby, but I need you to let me in” He purrs and nuzzles Luis' knees. “Come on let me see how pretty you are”

Luis trembles, his hands staying over his face, however his legs relax allowing Leon to spread them and push into the space between them. Leon let out a pleased hum, and he slid up the brunette's body, his hands coming up to remove Luis’ from his face, pinning them above his head gently.

“There you are” He whispers “Fuck baby, you are so perfect”

Luis shivers and arches, his cum soaked cock grinding up against Leon's gently. “Por favor…Leon”

“I’ve got you, and I am never letting go, you are mine Luis. Do you hear me” he whispers in the brunette's ear, before he nips at it gently.

“Si…Si mi amor” Luis trembles, his body completely at the blonde's mercy and he wasn’t going to complain. Luis felt like he died and this was heaven.

“That’s my baby,” Leon purrs softly before he begins to work his way down Luis’ body, pausing only for a moment to nuzzle and tease Luis' chest before he lays down and lifts Luis' legs.

Luis arched and whined, thighs twitching under Leon’s tongue, the blonde intent on covering them with just as many bruises as his throat. He didn’t know how much time passed, but it took him longer than he’d like to realize the blonde was calling his name. The brunette opened his eyes slowly, tears staining his cheeks, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was covered in bruises, like he had gotten the shit beat out of him in paintball. Leon was above him, his smile warm and full of love, his hand moving gently. It was only then that Luis registered what was happening, his body having been lost in his second orgasm of the night.

“Agh! Leon, wait!” He reaches down holding Leon’s wrist gently, his thighs closing around the blonde.

“Shhh baby, you are doing so good for me” Leon whispers. “You look so beautiful, you were so lost in the pleasure, god I almost came just from watching you”

Luis gasps and chokes on a moan, his legs squeezing Leon’s sides as painful overstimulation turns to pleasure. “Please…Joder. I can’t…”

Leon thrusts his cock over Luis thigh, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “You think you can take it?”

Luis eye’s widen and his head drops back as a wrecked moan rips from his throat. Leon was massive, at least eight inches or more and thick. The brunette felt like he was going to cum again from the sight. Everything about Leon was perfect, even down to his cock, and while Luis would never admit he was drooling for it, he in fact was.

“Si…por favor. Follame, por favor” Luis begs, his hands flying up to grip the headboard as he pressed back against his god of a lover.

“You don’t need to tell me twice baby boy” He purrs and removes his fingers, Luis’ hole loose and arching to be filled.

Leon leans down and covers Luis' body with his own, his hand guiding one leg over his shoulder, as his cock rubs over the brunette’s loose opening. He teases his lover for a moment, grinding gently over his hole and just when Luis was about to complain Leon slams home, taking him in one long thrust. The cry Luis’ lets out almost ends their fun, Leon’s body tensing as he stays still and tries to calm himself down, his eyes slowly opening after a moment to look down at the wrecked man beneath him. Luis looked like he had lost his mind, his hands gripping anything he could reach for support, his chest rapidly rising and falling, lashes clumped together as he tears up from the pleasure. Leon hums softly and takes Luis hands bringing them up to his body. He wanted the brunette to grip him instead, it didn’t matter where or how, but he wanted him to feel safe. Leon swore he was seeing a god in human form, like the women who witnessed Zeus he feared he’d die because he laid eyes upon his beautiful form.

“Luis” He whispers softly, lowering Luis' legs so they could wrap around his waist, the brunette's hands moving so his fingers dug into his back. “I have never seen anything so beautiful”

“Hnn…you..better fuck me” He huffs softly his nails digging into Leon’s back. “Mas!”

Leon chuckles softly “You asked for it baby”

Leon shifts his weight and pulls out until just the tip remains inside his lover's sweet warm hole before he slams back inside, his pace quickly becoming rough, the bed rocking and slamming against the wall violently. Luis cries out, his nails digging into Leon’s skin hard enough to draw blood, the brunette quickly giving Leon marks of his own as the blonde destroyed him, stars flashing in front of his vision everytime the younger hit his prostate.

“Leon! Mas! Dios! Por favor!” He begs, his hips rocking down to meet Leon thrust for thrust, his cock rubbing against Leon’s stomach when their bodies press together.

Leon growls and picks up the pace, his thrusts brutalizing Luis' prostate. “Cum for me baby, Cum on my cock” He whispers in his ear, the brunette's eyes rolling back as he’s sent over the edge.

“Leon!” Luis cries, his head slamming back against the bed as he cums over Leon’s stomach, his vision darkening for a moment before he jerks, his body suddenly overwhelmed by Leon’s brutal thrusts. “C..Cum inside me…Amor”

Leon trembles and manages to thrust a few more times before he slams as deep as he possibly could and releases inside his love, warm cum coating Luis insides like a permanent mark. Leon pants softly, his face pressed against Luis' throat as they bask in the afterglow of their love making. Leon didn’t want to move, he knew dry cum was the worst, but he didn’t want to leave Luis' side for anything. However after a moment he leans up and looks down at the brunette, his hand coming up to gently brush Luis' hair from his face.

“Happy birthday Luis” He whispers softly, watching as the brunette takes a moment to recover before beautiful gray eyes lock with his own.

“Te amo” He whispers softly, bearing his heart to the blonde above him, his body tense as he waits to see what Leon will do.

“I love you too…I have for so long Luis” Leon whispers and kisses him slowly, this time it’s soft, and gentle, nothing like the heated one they shared in the kitchen.

“I like my birthday and Christmas gift amor, but I think you broke me.” Luis chuckles, running his fingers through Leon’s hair.

“I’ll take care of you” he hums before carefully sliding out of his lover. It took Leon a moment to get out of bed, but he returns with a warm cloth, his touch gentle as he clears Luis' body. “Luis…”

“I am not going anywhere” He whispers and takes Leon’s hand, bringing it up to his lips. “If you will have me, I will stay with you for as long as I live”

“Of course I want you” He answers crawling back onto the bed once the rag was tossed aside, his arms wrapping around the brunette, his back stinging softly.

“Move in with me” Luis whispers, turning so Leon’s head rests against his chest, his fingers running through the blonde's hair.

“Yes” Leon answers honestly, his grip tightening on the elder. “I love you”

“I love you too Leon” He whispers, holding him close. They didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but they had each other, and that was all they needed.

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Honesty. Horrible, Horrible Honesty. (Chapter Two)

Summary: This is Part Eighteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Referenced Domestic Violence and Threatening Behaviour (these are warning tags for a brief scenes with Ty), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, A Brief Scene of Violence, Mild Injury, Swearing, Characters Working Through Trauma, Repairing Relationships, Fluff, I Swear There are Funny Bits Along with the Emotional Bits

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arcs exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Bex

Bex showed up at Mouse’s place late Sunday morning, fully prepared to do what was needed.

Adam had come through and everyone was set to meet up at the designated location.

All she had to do was get Mouse there.

“Mouse!” she called as she knocked on his door. “Open up. I know you’re in there.”

No answer.

She kept knocking, gradually increasing the force until she heard shuffling inside.

But he still didn’t answer.

“Open up this door or I’m going to pick the lock,” Bex threatened. “Jay taught me how when I was twelve. I can do it.” She might be a little rusty, but it would come back to her. Especially since she was willing to stay and work at it as long as it took.

Mouse must have realized that because after another few minutes, he finally opened the door. He stood there, one hand braced on the door, the other on the frame, clearly trying to block her from entering.

“Oh, good, you’re alive.” She ducked under his arm and made her way into the apartment.

“Bex,” Mouse said tiredly, closing the door behind her. “What are you doing here?”

He looked like crap. He had dark shadows under his eyes, a patchy beard in the works, and hair that was way overdue for a wash. There was a blanket lying messily on the couch so he probably wasn’t sleeping in his bed. Something Jay did too when he was stressed.

“I’m here because you’ve been ignoring me,” she said, finishing her inspection and turning back to face him in time to see the flinch. “Yeah. Exactly. What the hell, Mouse?”

Bex was proud her voice only wobbled a little bit despite the fact that she fighting so hard not to burst into tears.

“During our talk,” she began, waiting to continue until Mouse was finally looking at her again. “When you—when you said no…you said that it was because you didn’t want to lose your family, right? But here you are pushing us all away. Why?”

He scrubbed a hand over his face and leaned against his couch, mumbling something she couldn’t make out. Bex wanted to reach out and grab him by the shoulders and shake the answers out of him.

Why?

What was the point of breaking her goddamn heart if he was going to turn around and let everything slip away anyways? How was this better?

“Are we not still friends?” she asked him quietly.

Mouse’s head snapped up. “Bex, yes, god, I—I want to be,” he said haltingly. “I just—I’ve been worried I messed everything up.”

A short, mirthless laugh escaped her. “That’s my line,” she said which seemed to only confuse him. “Mouse, I’ve been freaking out worrying that I’ve ruined everything. That I asked for too much—pushed too hard—and now I’ve lost you forever.”

He looked totally stricken at the idea of that. “No—”

“No, I didn’t ruin it or no, I haven’t lost you.”

“Both.” He sighed, shoulders sagging. “No to both, Bex.”

“Okay, well, same for you,” she said. “You haven’t messed everything up—” He started to protest and she waved a hand at him. “If I haven’t, then you haven’t, okay? We just—we need to figure out how to be Bex and Mouse the Really Awesome Friends again.”

“You, uh, you got any suggestions on how to do that?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

An encouraging little glimmer of her Mouse coming through.

“First, you’re going to go have a shower because you stink—”

Mouse gasped a little before sniffing his shirt and nodding. “No, you know what? That’s fair.”

“Then we’re going to have lunch and I will reveal the next stage of my plan,” she said.

“Why am I not surprised that you have a multi-stage plan?” His mouth quirked up in his little crooked grin.

“You know me pretty well.” Bex murmured and both of their smiles turned sad which no, that would not do. Sadness defeated the purpose of today.

Only aggressive normalcy allowed.

“Go! Shower!” She shooed Mouse out of the living room as she headed for the kitchen.

The space looked clean in a ‘hasn’t been used much’ kind of way. Check not eating properly off the list then too. Any lingering doubts she had about barging in were quickly vanishing.

She pulled open his fridge which wasn’t barren, but wasn’t great either. There was enough to work with though.

Grilled cheese sandwich time. Classic.

By the time Mouse was showered, dressed, and walking into the kitchen, she was plating up his sandwich and the little side salad to go with it.

“Eat,” Bex said, gesturing for him to sit down before returning to the stove to check on the pasta she had boiling. “Also, a bunch of your veg was on its last legs so I’m making you a pasta salad to eat this week, okay?”

He made a little noise as he swallowed down his bite. “You didn’t have to do that. I can—”

“I know you can,” Bex interrupted, not wanting them to veer off into awkward territory again.

Or rather…even more awkward territory.

“I just…I needed something to do while I was waiting. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Mouse shook his head. “No, it’s—that was nice of you. Thank you.”

The kitchen fell silent as he ate the rest of his lunch and she finished up the pasta salad. Once everything was squared away, she sat down across from him at the little table.

“Okay,” she said. “Phase two.”

Mouse crossed his arms and leaned his elbows on the table, listening intently.

“We’re leaving the apartment and meeting up with everyone.”

“Bex…” He instantly leaned away from the table—from her—with a groan.

“It’s not a game night or anything,” she said quickly, trying not to leave room for arguments. “It’s going to be really chill and I promise you’ll have fun.” Maybe.

Probably.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to see J—to see everybody yet,” he said softly.

“I think the longer you wait, the harder it’s going to be,” she countered. “I’m worried about you drifting too far.” Now she was the one who couldn’t meet his gaze, not wanting him to see every huge, screaming emotion that had to be clear on her face right now.

He sighed. “I’m guessing there’s a phase three to this plan if I say no?”

“Absolutely,” Bex said, allowing a grin to spread even though she was also deadly serious. “Phase three is kidnapping you. I will bodily carry you out of here.”

Mouse barked out a surprised laugh. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I could do it.” She was mostly sure about that. “Chris taught me how to do a firefighter carry and I’m pretty sure I could handle your weight. Might have to roll you down the stairs though.”

“And in this plan, I just let you haul me out of here?”

“I figured I’d have the element of surprise on my side to at least get you out the door,” she said. “But I’ve lost that now so I’m debating trying the Vulcan nerve pinch versus hoping you’ll go along with phase two.” She was not above appealing to his nerd side.

“Vulcan nerve pinch, whoa,” Mouse’s eyebrows flew up his forehead. “Pulling out the big guns.”

Bex nodded, making a pinching motion in the air. “I’m not leaving here without you, Mouse, but I’ll leave the exit method in your hands. What’ll it be?”

He stared at her for a minute, his face gradually softening into that familiar look—the one he’d been giving her before everything went sideways. “Okay,” he said with a nod.

“Yeah?” She was a little bit shocked he gave in this quickly. She thought for sure it’d be a bigger battle. “You’re really going to come?”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He got up to hunt down his shoes and Bex scrambled out of her seat after him. She didn’t want to give him a chance to change his mind.

Minutes later, they were out in the hall as Mouse locked up. Once that was done, Bex started down the hall only to not have Mouse follow. She turned and…

He was standing there with his arms held out to the sides. “I thought I was getting carried.”

“You are such a—” She strode back over and before he could move, she grabbed his right arm, pulling as she dipped down, and carefully slung him over her shoulders.

Miraculously, they didn’t fall over in a heap.

“Bex!” Mouse yelled. “Okay, okay, okay, put me down, oh god.”

She carried him the five steps over to the stairs just because.

“Never doubt my kidnapping skills,” she said.

“Noted.”

***

Mouse

They managed to make it down to Bex’s car with both of them using their own two feet.

They’d spent a solid minute giggling after she finally set him down—settling each other off every time they made eye contact.

It felt good. Normal.

Almost normal enough to offset the growing dread in his stomach about this rapidly upcoming get together.

He still had no idea where they were headed. Early afternoon on a Sunday narrowed down the possibilities a little bit, but not enough for any kind of accurate guess.

Bex wasn’t the only person he’d been avoiding lately. Steering clear of Jay had been pretty high on his list of priorities too.

The thought of spending any length of time in close quarters with both of them was enough to get flickers of panic traveling up his spine. Before he could get too worked up, Bex was pulling into the market of a strip mall.

“We’re here,” she announced, turning off the car.

He peered out the window at the place they’d parked in front of and—

What.

“A paint your own pottery place? Seriously?” He turned to her and she shrugged.

“It’ll be fun,” she said as she played with her keys.

She wasn’t telling him the whole story here; he could feel it.

“You don’t think that’s a little bit dangerous with our group of friends?” Another shrug. “Bex, come on. What are we doing here?”

Huffing out an annoyed breath, she turned in her seat to face him. “It’s a group activity so it’s less pressure than hanging out one on one,” she said, ticking points off on her fingers. “It’ll give you something to do with your hands if you start feeling stressed.”

Wait.

“And when we’re done, you’ll get to go home with something to add to your shelves,” she continued. “Keep sprucing the place up a bit.”

Shit.

This was for him. Bex had planned this thinking about—

He glanced over and saw her chewing on her lip, watching him nervously, waiting for his reaction.

She’d come to check on him, manhandled him into some self care, and marched him out the door so he could see their friends at an event she’d organized with his needs in mind?

And he was supposed to try to not be in love with her?

Fucking hell.

“Plus,” Bex blurted out after he’d clearly been silent for too long. “We can make fun of Adam and Jay for whatever monstrosities they come up with.”

He forced himself to chuckle even though the mention of his best friend was a reminder that Jay was one of the last people he wanted to see right now. He didn’t know if he could sit there with the two of them and not scream at Jay while pointing at Bex, saying ‘look at everything you’re making me give up.’

Look at what I’ve lost.

Except Bex was sitting here beside him looking nervous and hopeful and so…amazing, like she always did, and she was right. What was the point if they lost everything anyways.

He would take these crumbs.

And he would smile like it was a five course meal.

“That sounds awesome,” he said.

“Okay!” Bex brightened up immediately. “Let’s go!”

***

Bex

Things were not going as great as she’d hoped.

Adam had managed to gather the gang so they had a full group: him and Kevin were there with Kim, Hailey, and a slightly perturbed looking Jay. Julie and Shay had brought along Sylvie which was nice. The more the merrier. And Will and Connor had made it.

Emery had elected to go over to Ben and Faith’s place. She wasn’t ready to hang out with that many strangers yet and Bex wasn’t about to force her to.

They were all sat around a gigantic table with their chosen pieces of crockery and conversation was…stilted.

Everyone was feeling the awkward vibe of the room.

She felt bad for Hailey who was still so new to 21 and for Sylvie. Apparently, Kevin had invited her and Bex seriously needed to find out what was brewing there, but that could wait. The issue at hand was that this was not the best introduction for Sylvie to get to one of their hangouts.

Maybe she should have gone for a game night.

No. The potential for blood would have been even worse than whatever was going on here.

She wished she could figure out what the heck was going on here. Mouse being awkward she understood, but Jay’s weirdness was a mystery.

The rest of the PD crew seemed to be picking up on those vibes more heavily than everyone else. At least Shay, Sylvie, Will, and Connor seemed to be having fun at their end of the table.

Bex wracked her brain, trying to figure out how to break the ice—

“Man, what are you trying to paint?” Kevin’s voice broke through her thoughts as he choked out a laugh at Adam’s mug. Sylvie peered over his shoulder with wide eyes.

“It’s lilacs,” Adam said, concentrating as he painted. “They’re my grandma’s favourite flower.”

“You can not give that mug to your grandma,” Kim gasped out, slapping a hand to her mouth after like she hadn’t meant to say it quite that vehemently.

“Why not? She loves ‘em.” He squinted at his artwork.

“Ruzek, seriously,” Jay said, fighting hard to keep a straight face. “Don’t do it.”

Adam looked around at everyone else stifling giggles. “What—”

Hailey broke first, cutting to the chase. “They look like purple dicks.”

“No way! They’re lilacs, see? They’ve got that top part that sticks up and the two side petals…hm.” Adam tilted his mug, looking at it from different angles. “It’s just missing that yellow part. That’ll fix it. Hang on a sec.”

He dabbed a brush in the yellow glaze and added a streak in the centre of one of the purple…’lilacs’. “See?” He held the mug up proudly.

Connor coughed. “Now it looks like a purple dick that needs antibiotics.”

Everyone burst into laughter while Adam grumbled and in that moment; the tension began to bleed out of the room. People kept talking and joking with each other and Adam…

He caught Bex’s eye and winked.

She had already forgiven him for his birthday party shenanigans and had admittedly been milking things when she asked for his help today.

But now—

He was going to get so many cookies. Like, cookies for life, Adam Ruzek.

She mouthed a heartfelt ‘thank you’ at him and he grinned back with a little chin dip.

And then went back to diligently finishing his purple penises despite the continued ribbing.

The rest of their pottery painting adventure was smooth sailing. Everyone finished up their projects and Bex had an itemized list of whose was whose and would pick everything up after it had been through the kiln.

Everyone started to head out and Jay offered Mouse a ride home. She figured he would take it and that would be the end of their time together today.

And that would be okay.

Today was good. They made a lot of progress.

But then Mouse said, “Nah, I’m good. Bex is dropping me off.”

Jay looked like he was going to protest, but Mouse was already headed her way. Will shot her a quick look, checking in to make sure she was okay, and she nodded.

This—

This had to be a good sign.

They chatted easily on the car ride back to his place. Keeping things light and joking about all of the goofy creations that had come out of the afternoon.

Adam wasn’t alone in the dubious artistic skills department.

After she pulled into his parking lot, they stayed in the car for a moment.

“Thanks, Bex,” Mouse said, quietly. “For today. For all of it…coming to get me and not letting me hide. I, uh, I really needed that.”

“I meant what I said, Mouse.” She looked over at him. “You have us, all of us, no matter what. Nothing will ever change that.”

He stared back, nodding slowly, and finally, finally, she felt like her words might be sinking in.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” he said. After one last look, he went to get out of the car. “See you soon.”

She pointed a finger at him. “Don’t you forget it.”

Rolling his eyes with a little laugh, he headed inside.

Bex sat back in her chair with a sigh. Still kind of awkward, but miles better than where they’d been. Hopefully, with enough time, things could get back to where they were.

She had to believe they would.

Her phone buzzed and she checked the message: Emery, asking if she could swing by to pick her up when she was done. Bex texted that she was on her way and started up the car.

Flipping on the radio, she focused on letting herself unclench.

“You made it,” she whispered to herself. “Good job.”

***

Will

Jay stood beside them, watching Mouse leave with Bex.

The whole afternoon had gone way better than Will had expected. He’d been worried it would be a total disaster, but despite some—okay, a lot of initial tension, things seemed to level out and everyone had fun.

Well, mostly everyone. Mouse and Bex not fully relaxing the whole time, he could understand, but Jay? He had no idea what was going on there.

Maybe Mouse or Bex had confided in him and told him about what was going on. Jay had been shooting enough concerned looks at the two of them that that seemed the most likely.

Will couldn’t help feeling a little hurt at the idea that Bex might have talked everything out with Jay instead of him—he knew the two of them were close, always had been, but he thought he and Bex had come far enough for that too.

Not the point, he reminded himself. Bex talking to someone was the thing that mattered.

Maybe Jay could fill him in on what he knew.

He stepped closer to Jay as Bex’s car pulled out of the lot. “I hope those two can figure things out,”

“What?” Jay startled and then Will’s words sunk in. “Wait, what?”

Okay. That was interesting.

Mouse must not have said anything to him either.

“You don’t know what happened?” he asked, testing the waters.

“Something happened with Bex and Mouse?” Jay frowned at the empty spot where Bex’s car had been before turning back to him. “What happened? What do you know?”

He didn’t want to spill Bex’s business, but the more support they could offer her, the better. Mouse too.

“Bex asked Mouse out,” Will explained. “And he turned her down.”

“She what?” Jay rubbed at his mouth as he frowned and Will was starting to wonder if he knew anything about this situation.

“You know she’s head over heels for him, right? Has been for awhile and the feeling is definitely mutual.”

Jay’s face went grey. “I didn’t know it was—I thought it was a crush—”

“No, it was—is way more than a crush.” Will shook his head. “But Mouse got all freaked out and is convinced that them dating would be a huge mistake that would ruin everyone’s friendships.”

“Oh, no,” Jay whispered.

“Bex has been devastated, but she won’t talk about it,” Will said, all of the frustration he’d been feeling bleeding into his voice. “She’s worried sick over Mouse because he’s been isolating himself which is why she organized today. I think it helped, but both of them are still hurting—”

“The way they were looking at each other when the other one wasn’t watching was breaking my heart,” Connor chimed in.

Will nodded. “We need to help them through this, Jay. I don’t know how. Bex has been struggling so much, but she won’t let me in—”

“It’s my fault,” Jay blurted out, looking like he was going to puke. “I think—I think I did this…”

…what the hell did that mean?

Will felt Connor move in closer to his side. “Jay,” Will said slowly. “What are you talking about?”

And Jay started talking, started telling them about how he’d noticed Bex and Mouse getting closer and his worries about what that could mean and how instead of talking about those worries, when his best friend came to him for advice about dating his sister—

Both of whom were fucking in love with each other—

Jay told him that it would be a mistake.

Will didn’t even know what to say.

“I’m going to straight up murder you,” Connor growled out.

“Excuse me?” Jay’s head snapped up and he squared his shoulders as Will turned to his boyfriend in surprise.

“Babe,” he murmured and Connor flushed a bit, but remained unrepentant.

“You heard me,” he said, biting off the words. “What the hell, Jay? What were you thinking?”

“He’s not wrong,” Will sighed. “How could you do that to Mouse? How could you do that to Bex?”

Jay’s face took on that bullish edge that Will knew meant he was working on convincing himself he was right even though he knew he was so wrong. The meddler.

“I was helping them,” Jay said. “I know what happens when you date your friends and you break up and I didn’t want them to go through that. I didn’t want us to lose what we have. I was doing it for them.”

Oh, Jay.

“No,” Will said. “No, you didn’t. This was about you and you alone. You were being selfish, Jay.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes. You were.” Will said firmly. “I know you’ve been having a hard time with everything that happened with Erin, but just because that’s how things ended with her doesn’t mean that’s how it would end for Bex and Mouse. They’re different people!”

“I think they both deserved more credit,” Connor said softly. “And the chance to make their own choices.”

Jay tried to keep arguing, talking about how if they dated and broke up, then it would break up their family and wouldn’t that be worse?

“Were you here for today?” Will pointed at the store behind them. “Bex organized a special event, designed to help Mouse feel comfortable hanging out with everyone again. She went over to his house and made sure he came here today. There is no situation where Bex would ever leave a member of her family behind. Including you. How do you not know this?”

Jay sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face. He was silent for a few minutes and Will waited him out.

“I fucked up,” he finally said.

“You did,” Will agreed. “And I hate to tell you this, but it’s even worse than you think.”

He really hated sharing Bex’s personal life without her consent, but Jay had to know the full scope of what he’d done. How deep the damage was.

Will told him about AJ.

Jay, predictably, exploded. “Who is this asshole?” he demanded. “Where is he?”

“You are completely missing the point right now,” Will said, grabbing his shoulder to stop his pacing. “Take all of the heartbreak you’re picturing past Bex going through and multiply that by a thousand, okay?”

“Shit.” Jay drooped as all of his righteous anger drained out of him.

“Add on the fact that she’s not actually dealing with any of it,” Will said. “And now maybe you have a sense of what we’re dealing with.”

“I have to fix this.” Jay clutched at his arm with desperate eyes. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“You have to talk to them—Mouse and Bex—and tell them the truth,” Will said. “They deserve that. I don’t know if knowing that will change things between them, but it’s a start.”

Jay nodded, clenching his jaw. “Yeah, I—I’ll do that.”

“We’re doing our best to help Bex,” Will added. “But you need to step up with supporting Mouse. It can’t all be on Bex.”

“He wouldn’t let me—”

“Because you were being a dick, Jay,” Will snapped. “Get it together and be his friend.”

Jay left shortly after that and fair enough, he had a lot to process. Will hoped he did it quickly and that he’d actually step up to the plate.

He liked to think he knew his little brother well enough to say he would, but this—

This had surprised him.

He hadn’t thought Jay was capable of doing something like this to Bex, let alone Mouse.

Will clearly needed to be paying closer attention to his siblings.

“Hey,” Connor said softly, tucking into his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Mostly. Can’t quite wrap my head around what he was thinking.”

“He wasn’t thinking,” Connor said. “He was hurting. People do stupid things when they’re in pain. I think you got through to him though.”

“Saves you from murdering him, I guess.”

Connor hummed. “We’ll see how it goes.” He gave Will a squeeze. “Let’s go back to your place so we’re there when Bex gets home.”

This man.

“Genius plan,” Will said, sneaking in as many kisses as he could on the way to the car.

***

Bex

Will and Connor were hanging out on the couch when she and Emery got home.

Emery took the arm chair while Bex flopped down on the end of the couch with them, snuggling up to Kol.

“Thanks for sitting through that, guys,” she said to them. “I really appreciated having you there.”

“Anytime,” Will said, reaching out to squeeze her knee. “Anything you need, I mean it.”

“I think it went okay, don’t you?” She asked them, biting at her lip. She’d been over it all with Emery already, but she wanted the perspective of people who were there.

“It started out a bit rocky,” Connor said honestly. “But that didn’t last long and I think everyone got into the spirit of it and had fun.”

“Good. That’s good.” She let out a relieved sigh. “I feel like I’m flailing around here, trying to figure out the best way to handle things.”

“You’re doing great,” Will assured her. “I’m so worried about making another mistake and sending Mouse into another spiral,” she confessed. “I wish I had just kept my feelings to myself, you know? I should never have pushed. If I hadn’t told him how I felt, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

The room was quiet after that and she looked up to see Will and Connor having a silent argument with each other. Lots of eye blinks and head jerks. “Okay, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Will said, giving Connor a warning look. “Don’t worry about it.”

Oh, great. The one phrase to always guarantee someone worried about it.

“Do you guys know something?” she asked. “Is it about Mouse? Did he say something? I thought maybe we had made progress today, but maybe I—do you think I made it worse?”

“I can’t take this anymore,” Connor burst out. He leaned over Will to look directly at her. “Bex. It’s not your fault.”

“Connor!” Will exclaimed, exasperated.

Now she was even more confused. “What—”

“I can’t to her keep berating herself over this, Will,” Connor said. “Who knows how long it’s going to take your brother to tell her what he did. She needs to know now.”

Bex looked between the two of them, hopelessly lost. A glance at Emery told her she was just as confused. “What does Jay have to do with anything?”

Will buried his face in his hands for a moment before looking up. “You’re right,” he said to Connor before turning fully to face her. “This isn’t easy, but you deserve to know this…”

And then he proceeded to tell her about Jay and his worries about her and Mouse and the conversation he had with Mouse.

Telling him that a relationship with her would be a mistake.

That it could ruin all of their relationships. Ruin their family.

She heard every word Will said.

Every word Jay had said.

Echoed by Mouse.

Every word piled onto her heart, heavier and heavier, until she started to feel numb.

“Why would he—why—I don’t—” Her own words fell from her lips, cracked and breaking like brittle glass. That feeling that she was going to shatter—shatter and fly apart—was growing stronger and stronger—

And all three of them kept looking at her with such sadness in their eyes and—

She couldn’t deal with this right now.

This was too much.

She had to make it stop.

***

Will

Bex stood up abruptly from the couch. She’d been silent for a few minutes now and Will was getting more concerned by the second.

“Bex? Will you talk to me? Please?”

She ignored him, face completely flat, and walked toward the kitchen. He got up to follow, Emery and Connor right behind him.

Bex was pulling a pitcher out of the cupboard and oh—a bottle of vodka. This was really not good.

“Maybe—”

Emery pulled on his arm, cutting him off. “Leave her be,” she whispered and he wanted to protest because were they not both watching the same scene unfold?

His sister was currently filling a pitcher up to the brim with vodka and orange juice, going way too lightly on the juice.

And he wasn’t supposed to step in?

Bex hefted the pitcher and walked past them without a word, heading into…the bathroom?

“Fuck,” Emery whispered as the door clicked shut. “This is bad. She went straight to tub drinking.”

Tub—

“Please fill some blanks here because I’m about to lose my mind,” Will begged. “Tell me why we can’t stop her right now? And what the hell is tub drinking?”

“Tub drinking is for drinking your sorrows away,” Emery explained as she headed toward the cupboards and grabbed two glasses. “It’s comfy enough, the porcelain cools you down when you get too hot, and you’re already in the bathroom if things get messy.”

“Jesus.” Will rubbed at his face, mind going off in a million different directions. “We can’t let her drink that whole pitcher. She’ll get alcohol poisoning.”

“She’s not going to,” Emery held up the glasses. “I’m going to help and I won’t let her get that far.”

“Has she even eaten anything today?” Connor asked and that was a good question. Will knew she’d had breakfast, but he bet that was it.

“I don’t think so,” Emery said. “Which is why in ten minutes, you guys are going to make nachos and leave them outside the door. Carbs will help."

“There has to be a better way,” Will protested and Emery shook her head.

“You want her to leave and go get wasted out of your sight? Because that’s what’ll happen,” she said. “This is what we were worried about. This—this is the nuclear version of AJ.”

"I never should have said anything," Connor said quietly and it was definitely a little late for that realization.

"No, you were right," Emery said. "Bex deserved to know." She stared in the direction of the bathroom. “All we can do now is get her through tonight.”

“And then what?” Will demanded.

“Then we try and get her through tomorrow.”

No. There had to be more they could do. They needed a plan, they needed—

“You don’t get it,” Emery said, cutting him off before he could speak and the implications of her words stung.

Of course he got it. “I know what Jay said—what he did was a shock,” Will said. “A betrayal—”

“It’s not just what Jay said,” Emery said quietly, eyes filled with pain—like she was taking on everything Bex couldn’t let herself feel right now. She let out a heavy breath.

“It’s that Mouse listened.”

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Chapter 29: survival (Wesker's P.O.V.)

Upon seeing Tabitha's unconscious form being rolled into her medical bay I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The bandages were barely bloody. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, I am positive that she was at rest for once.

"You know you staring at her like that makes you seem more like a stalker rather than her husband," Gale said walking into the room I.V. in hand.

"And you would know that how, Chambers?" I asked a slight tone of irritation in my voice.

He shrugged and started to tap on Tabitha's left arm to find a vein, "So you are back in the picture ay boss? That's good for her. She's a great person when she's not a little lonely and depressed."

"She normally has to get I.V.s in her hand. She has rolling veins Chambers." I said taking her other hand in my own," She is so beautiful, I regret not choosing to come to find her supposed corpse after the Raccoon City incident. I remember when Birkin called me to tell me she passed. I was enraged and inconsolable. He had told me Sergei had killed her and was taking her corpse with Spencer out of Raccoon City."

"I know, I was the U.B.C.S. agent on that helicopter. She was leaning up against me cold as ice. But on oxygen and an I.V. of some drug keeping her alive and unconscious. Spencer handed Vladimir a vial and a syringe." He said poking the needle into Tabitha's left dorsal metacarpal vein.

"That was when he infected her with the angelis virus then," I said stroking her hair out of her face and adjusting my sunglasses.

"Yes, I think so at least. Who's that?" Gale asked and I turned my head.

"Albert, are you in here?" Excella said entering the medical bay.

"Excella will you prep my serum? I'll take it in here. I haven't had my dose this afternoon." I quickly said to get her to leave.

"Yes, Albert," She quickly said rushing out.

Gale looked at me slightly shaking his head ” Damnit Wesker you got a lot of bitches who want a piece of you, but not in hand-to-hand combat if you know what I mean. By the way, does that one bitch just piss you off cuz you told her to scram real quick since you sent her away so quickly?" He laughed and I felt my eyes flared slightly.

"That is none of your concern Chambers. Now back to the previous discussion. How long were you in the Russian base with my precious lotus?" I asked looking back at Tabitha.

"Winter of ninety-eight just after the Rockfort incident. I got infected by a Bandersnatch when Alfred lost control of his base. T was in her sleeper mode as I'd call it and Vladimir had her hair a silverfish color at the time. You might not have known it was her at the time but she was the one who caused the explosion where your face got badly burnt in Antarctica. She doesn't remember anything from her sleeper modes. Vladimir enjoyed telling her what she did when we returned. She damn near committed suicide. I had to stop her that time."

"I should get her in to see my psychologist based at the Tricell base. She was caused so much trauma by that bastard Sergei. My goddess deserves the best care." I said caressing her cheek.

She was going to be the mother of our new world, with Uroboros and the Angelis virus we are unstoppable. I just need my delicate lotus to be stable enough to keep herself safe when I'm not around. I was gone for so long from her life but still managed to love me enough to come find me. Even if it was under the guise of our daughter.

"There aren't many of us left are there Wesker?" Gale said standing in the door frame holding a picture of Rebecca

"What are you going on about Chambers?" I demanded to know being pulled from my train of thought.

"Us as Umbrellas pawns and S.T.A.R.S. survivors. We are the only three in the world that knew what happened that night and why." Gale said tucking away the photo and going for a lighter.

"You still have that old thing," I asked walking over and taking off my sunglasses.

"It has sentimental value, ya know. Barry gave me this on my first day in S.T.A.R.S. Barry said you might need this in the future kid keep it with ya, and he handed me this lighter. You were right when you told me that we survivors walk a difficult path, but I had Rebecca. You two on the other hand were fucked from the get-go. Sergei keeping you and her apart."

"It was difficult but in the end, we made it back to each other. How is Rebecca anyway?" I asked genuinely curious but was met by a dangerous glare.

"Leave my sister out of this Wesker. She is finally in a safe place and I'm not letting her back in the field just yet." Gale said turning to face me.

"I seemed to have touched a nerve, you are as hot-headed as you were in S.T.A.R.S. Chambers," I said with a smirk.  

"Bet I could beat out your sorry ass now. I'm twice the combatant I was when I was vice-captain of the Bravo team." Gale said smugly.

"You couldn't even beat Tabitha when she had her ankle in a brace." I  scoffed.

"Alright, we spar and if I win you keep Rebecca off the table with your plans." He said offering his hand out.

I was intrigued I used to take these bets with Tabitha, "What do I get if I win then Chambers?"

"I'll go back with you to Africa as long as I can continue my work with Phoenix Corps." Gale offered his hand still and firm.

"Alright deal but I must warn you even in her equinoxal state I still have not lost to Tabitha," I said.

"Follow me," Gale said walking out of Tabitha's med bay.

The walk was not long on the left-hand side of the vehicle bay was a large gym. Next to that was a glass room with judo mats along the floor. An Emblem of a blue and green Phoenix on the wall.

"This is where I train the recruits. Takea the best to make the best." Chambers said tossing aside his jacket and getting into a starting stance.

"So you think you can beat me Chambers? Let us see if what I taught you is still in that thick skull of yours."  I said lunging at Gale at full speed landing a cobra strike on his chest.

Gale chuckles “Ok, wesker that was a nice little move there” Gale dashes forward towards me as I prepped my counter however, Gale sidesteps to the right and hits me square in the jaw.

"Not bad," I smirked wickedly grabbing onto the fist he just hit me with and slamming my heel into Gale's side holding on to his fist attempting to dislocate his shoulder, "but not good enough."

“Trying to break my arm this early wesker,” Gale says sarcastically.

Gale turns his body towards me trying to go for a body kick but I quickly catch him and throw him against a wall “Had enough yet Chambers”

"Come on we both know your wife hits harder than that." Gale cracks his neck standing up from the floor and unsheathing his Rambo knife, speeds behind me. In the blink of an eye, the tip of his blade snagged my left shoulder tearing it mildly into flesh.

"try and keep up Wesker." Gale mocked.

“You’ll pay for that dearly Chambers” I said slightly frustrated and charged for Gale.

Gale smirked quickly sidestepped and slashed my side.

Grabbing  my side I growled, "Hmm and I know my dear lotus taught you not to get cocky."

I grabbed the blade, dislodging it from Gale's hand and throwing it into the wall. quickly spinning and I landed a palm strike on Gale's center of gravity.

Even though watching Chambers struggle to regain balance is entertaining I knew I had to end this. With a quick roundhouse kick to the face, I knocked Gale to the floor. Pinning him with my knee and resting my arm on his throat, “You may be faster Chambers, but your technique is severely flawed when it comes to superiors such as myself."

"Not bad boss not many can get me down." Gale coughs.

Tabitha walks in clapping, "Not bad for the first spar in years between my best student and my greatest treasure."

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here I partnered up with my co-writer to bring you this chapter have an amazing weekend next chapter will be a good one My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

[devotioncrater]

snippet from the last chapter of my tedtrent fix-it fic since @oceansfailson so amazingly responded that they’d want to read it (btw i am at your door with flowers):

So, no, Ted realistically could have reached out to someone here. Rebecca or Keeley or Roy or — most glaringly — Beard. A quick, Hey fellas how’s it going? Quick update: I’m doing as good as Gone With the Wind at the box office :)

That would have sufficed. Christ, that would have been better than this nothingness. Something to prove wrong the cynical voice which whispers they’ve all been hung out to dry. Discarded away out of sight. Duller than dirt.

And it’s not like Trent ever expected Ted to reach out to him again. Their night of goodbye was a one-time thing. Final. A closed chapter. They’d been close coworkers, barely friends outside of work. Two people with a gravitational attraction to each other that ultimately broke into what? A few kisses? A novel-length love letter? The latter of which is set to release in less than a month, thank you so very much. 

In the grand scheme of things, Trent had not been a big part of Ted’s life. He’d turned nothing into everything. Same way as he had done over twenty-five years prior in boarding school with Callum.  

Because Christ alive, Trent thinks with sourness. That’s the thing, isn’t it? If you find an unloveable boy hounding you, you might be tempted to give him an act of kindness. If you give him an act of kindness, he’ll probably become attached to you. When he’s attached, he might ask to write about you. So on and so forth in one, big, gay snowball effect until that unloveable boy becomes lovesick enough to kiss you in the dark. And then you will act as though you return his affections, but you will not stay. You will not be there when his writing is made public, every word seeping out his adoration for you.

Trent inhales, exhales. Shakes out his head and his shoulders. Reminds himself that he’s been here before. Although, mercifully, it’s not the same. At all. For one, this time he chose to blow apart his life over another man. The agency was his and not some homophobic, wrinkled dean’s. For another, he’s found a supportive family because of it. Whatever anger he feels is anger for them at the no contact situation, and not for himself. They deserve to hear from Ted. They meant something to Ted.

[ageofpiracyrp]

PLOT DROP 33: BOUND

April 22, 2024.

Daphne Rux's 43rd birthday would not be one of her favorites. It had been nice to have so many birthdays on the ship in succession, but Daphne rarely wanted attention drawn to herself on the date, so she had been spending much of the day holed up in the captain's quarters doing research.

A tap on the door.

She ignores it, absorbed in what she was doing.

Two more taps.

"Yes, come in," she sighs, not looking up.

The door opens to reveal Muffy and Hero, both looking grim. Daphne gestures at them with concern, and offers them something to drink by gesturing to the grape-like soda cans currently sitting on her desk. Hero accepts one, but Muffy shakes her head.

"It isn't good news," Hero said, much quieter than usual.

"How... not good of news?" Daphne asked, curt in tone but still concerned. "Did someone get hurt? Did we leave HJ or Greg somewhere? Tell me. Please."

"Not anyone on our ship. Our crew is well. It's The Bat Ray." Muffy pressed her lips together, not sure how to continue.

"What do you mean it's The Bat Ray? Did Julia do something stupid and get all of those people hurt or- Muffy, what happened to Julia!?" Daphne wasn't completely unhinged, but her pitch was starting to raise.

Muffy waved her wing around carefully. "Everyone is alive. A couple of the crew may have gotten injured but- Those galx that we all thought were so foolish managed to capture their ship."

Hero cut in. "We spent all day together decoding the weird video message that we got. It was from Kenna."

Pursing her lips, Daphne said, "Show me. Please."

Hero placed a screen tablet in front of Daphne.

"We thought we could evade them, but it was like a game to them- trying to capture us. They looked so pleased with themselves. Officers Yrgus, Gekro, and Imontz. The Romoquele- Imontz- was the most dangerous. Not because of how he looked, but how he didn't seem to comprehend that he had just apprehended a bunch of people that had others who cared about them. I know I may not look like it, but there are a fair amount of people who are valuable to me. Most of them are on that ship, with me now, or on your ship. I'm the only one who managed to get away. We put it to a fast vote. We were so pressed for time. Who would make sure the kids would get away safe? I voted for Seetha. Everyone else voted for me. They said they all knew the captain would never give it up. Julia said it was only right to- make sure the kids had a parent with them who would love and protect them. Everyone agreed that I was the only choice. I couldn't argue with them. I had to be there for my kids. I'm making my way toward Kraysha. Very slowly. I need you to send a message to Julia's family. I don't know how to reach them. You're the only ones that I know how to contact that can notify them. I don't think you'll be able to respond to this message but... The Bat Ray's crew lives. I expect they''ll go on trial by the end of the year. They might call some of your crew as character witnesses. I don't know what's going to happen, but you may want to prepare."

The camera panned to Jenn and Jack sleeping- with Jack napping on his sister's shoulder.

"Tell Rebecca that I wouldn't dare let anything bad happen to them. We'll reach out once I'm on Kraysha."

Daphne pursed her lips. "We show Robin first. Then we show the whole crew. There's nothing we can do now except tell the Derringers carefully, but we can't keep this from the crew."

[arugula2048]

please recommend me more female fronted bands or female singers!!

Artists' fame get relative depending on which country/interests we have, so I'll (reasonably (I hope)) list every female artist I listen to and pick out a few songs per. This is long.

Key:

+: has 3 or more albums

*: has some male members in the band but the vocals are all female

[text]: vague genre

green name: I follow them actively

+ Ahn Ye Eun [modernized traditional folk] - Sailing, Changgwi, RATvolution

+ Amber Liu [pop, kpop] - Shake That Brass, neon, Three Million Years

+ Ashnikko [alt-pop, rock] - You Make Me Sick!, Daisy 2.0, Slumber Party

+ Daoko [pop] - 拝啓グッバイさようなら

+ Deb Never [indie, alt] - Stone Cold, Swimming, In the Night

+* Elephant Gym [math rock] - 中途 Midway, Finger, Underwater

+ FKA Twigs - home with you, mary magdelene, fallen alien, cellophane

+ Girls' Generation [pop] - FOREVER 1, Villain, Oh!, Gee

+ Gregory and the Hawk [folk, indie] - Boats & Birds, Oats We Sow, Ghost

Hail Your Highness [alt/indie] - Parallel

HVDES [dance/electronic] - Ember, When I'm Alone, Parasyte

+* JAURIM [pop, ballads] - Twenty-five, twenty-one, 있지

+ Jessie Ware [disco pop] - Spotlight, What's Your Pleasure, Ooh La La

+ Julien Baker [indie rock/alt] - Favor, Repeat

+* Kero Kero Bonito [electro-hyper-pop]+ - The Princess and the Clock, Flamingo

Lang Lee [folk, indie] - 신의 놀이, 삶과 잠과 언니와 나 PRIDE

+ Lauren Babic [rock, covers] - Since U Been Gone, Toxic, Chop Suey (if you like her, check out Violet Oriandi and Halocene!)

+ Lingua Ignota [experimental, industrial] - DO YOU DOUBT ME TRAITOR (be warned, her stuff is very heavy and powerful)

* mamerico [bedroom indie, lullaby-ish honestly] - carioca in paris, esper, natsu no stole

+ Megan Thee Stallion - NDA, Scary (please it's so good)

Nova Twins [rock] - Play Fair, Devil's Face, Antagonist

+ Perfume [pop] - Clockwork, Moon

+* Purity Ring [alt] - fineshrine, begin again

Rebecca Black [pop] - Erase You, Destroy Me, Sick To My Stomach

+ Reol [rock] - 煽げや尊し, drop pop candy, 切っ先

+ Rezz [dubstep, electro] - Puzzle Box, Sacrificial, Paper Walls, Not Enough

* Se So Neon [rock, alt] - 난춘, 긴 꿈, The Wave

SINCE [hip hop] - Let It Go, SWALLOW, BACKSPACE

Su Lee [indie pop] - I'll Just Dance, Dancing in the Wild, Socially Alive

+* Thao & The Get Down Stay Down [folk/alt rock] - Holy Roller, Meticulous Bird, Temple

+* tricot [math rock] - 混ぜるな危険, potage, artsick

+ WEDNESDAY CAMPANELLA [pop, EDM] - Edison, Hot Pot Commander, Melos,

XYLØ [alt pop] - Tongue in the Bag

Yaeji [chill house] - Drink I'm Sippin On, Year to Year

bonus, someone curated a list of some banger kpop girl group songs. if you're a little sus of kpop song quality, that's ok, I vouch for around a third of this - that's how far I got into it so far

[oh-surprise-its-me]

ron/chris prompt. we’ve seen how Chris is when Ron gets hurt but what about if the roles were reversed and Chris got hurt on a call? Imagine if Ron was on deployment at the time although i’m not sure how that would work because with DADT would they even be allowed to be each other’s emergency contact? I don’t know. I think it’d probably be Sarah and she would then have to inform Ron or something. Just wanna know your thoughts.

PS I don’t know why but I love this pairing so much!

I’m so glad you love them!!

Technically speaking they could have each other listed and claim roommates. That’s the entire point of don’t ask don’t tell. Their superiors can’t ask unless someone says something that implies or a soldier tells about homosexual behavior. (1994)

So yes. Ron would be called. He could show up to the hospital but medical treatment is another thing. Unfortunately boyfriends/girlfriends couldn’t make medical decisions for them. A family member would have to. It was fucked up. So in Ron’s case that would be Sarah. In Chris’s it would be his sister Rebecca. (Keep in mind they would have to keep it this way until 2010.)

That being said it’s time for me to cause them pain.

In 1995 Ron was called into his superior officers office.

He has to just stand there and nod as he’s told that Chris is in a coma. Chris is in a coma, and Jake is with Chris’s sister.

Oh god Jake.

Freak accident they’re saying. Load bearing beams fell on him. They don’t know much other then he’s stable, has broken ribs and a leg.

When Ron comes back to their room and sees Tom he whines. It makes Tom’s head shoot up. “Ronnie? What’s wrong.”

He opens his mouth and closes it again. He can’t be here on a ship thousands of miles away from Chris and Jake. How dare he do that to them. “Chris.”

Ron watches as Tom process what was just said to him. “Okay is he alive?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay where’s Jake?”

“Becca’s.”

Tom comes closer and pulls Ron onto the couch. He sits so Ron can lean against his chest. “And Chris?”

Ron shudders. He starts crying for real. “Coma. Some broken things.”

Tom inhales. God. He feels his own tears start for Chris. “Can we leave early? Get to Texas?” Ron shakes his head. “Asked. They said no. Have to stay the rest of the month.”

Tom wipes at his eyes. “Mav can go. Bradley can stay with Sarah.”

Ron sits upright. He scrubs at his face. “What kind of boyfriend am I. What kind of father. Christ I’m just like my dad.”

Tom smacks Ron. “You are never allowed to say that you are nothing like him. It’s not like you wanted to be on a ship when this happened. We got called for flight we aren’t even technically supposed to fly anymore. How were you supposed to know Chris would be in a freak accident.”

Ron nods. He knows this. But god. Jake is only 8. He should have one of his dads around.

Tom pulls Ron back down, he starts running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll be okay. He’ll wake up, I’ll call Mav in the morning he’ll show up and tell us how bad it actually is.” - “I want to throw up. I can’t loose him.” - “you won’t.”

—

When Mav sets foot into the room the first thing he thinks is he’s never seen Chris not moving. It’s a very unnerving sensation.

He flips through Chris’s chart. Shit. He’s got some burns on his leg under the cast. He’s going to be pissed about those.

Otherwise it seems like they are waiting for him to come out of the coma on his own, a good sign.

He walks to the nearest phone and dials the number he was given. “He’s fine. Waiting for him to wake up on his own. New burns but not bad. He’ll be okay Sli.”

—

When Ron gets the message he collapses into Tom’s arms. They don’t care who sees them this time around. “Mav says he’ll be fine.” Tom lets out a breath he didn’t know he was still holding.

“Three weeks until you’re back home. We can do that.”

Ron grabs onto Tom’s wrist. “Can you come for a day. I know you’ve obviously gotta get back to Bradley but please.” Tom hugs him. “Course. I gotta make sure that fool of yours is okay.”

-

When they show up in Texas Chris is on crutches. His ribs are wrapped, Jake is helping him cook.

Ron just walks in and Tom follows. He gets a yelled dad from Jake. The kid slams into his legs. “Hey chickie you take care of your dad while I was gone?”

Jake nods, “yeah! But aunt Sarah helped some once Mav left.”

Tom moved to take over things at the stove, but before he did he held onto Chris. Tom kisses his head and then gently pushes him to Ron.

Ron is crying a bit. When Chris reached him he puts his arms around Ron’s neck. It’s a stretch and the doctors probably said not to do stuff like that because of his ribs. He doesn’t care. It’s now he’s always hugged Ron. That’s not going to change.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, sorry you had to get that kind of phone call.”

Ron shakes his head. He picks up Jake, Chris kisses the side of Jake’s head. “Chickie here has been a fabulous help. Some of the guys from the station are helping out also. But Mav was a lifesaver that first week.”

Tom laughs “don’t tell him that.”

Ron looks at his family. He can’t believe he almost lost Chris. But if he keeps thinking about it he’ll go insane. Chris is fine he’s breathing.

He’s going to have nightmares about this for months though.

[cannonfullofcanons]

         Most weren’t really having the best day in Raccoon City, this NOT-SO-FINE September. Brad knew this all too well. Yet, he couldn’t help feeling a little sorry for himself, getting dragged into a situation like this twice. Granted, he missed most of the first incident...he supposed this was karma for taking off and leaving Alpha Team in the forest. But really, what could he have done? Those dogs were...rotting. And yet still moving. And they were coming straight at him, clearly with the intent to kill! Was he supposed to just sit there and die? Not on his watch, no way!

         He ducked down an alleyway, hiding just out of sight as a group of the undead freaks wandered by ahead of him. Why was it always him? No matter what it was, if it was bad, he always seemed to be a victim of it. But this wasn’t the time for self-pity. He shook his head; eyes narrowed. He had to stay on task, focus his mind. He couldn’t give in to fear. STARS had taught him better than that.

         Brad had come to this conclusion when he thought about Jill. She had been...so brave in the mansion. She and Chris, Barry - Rebecca. Poor Rebecca...she was a kid, and even she handled that situation better than Brad was handling this. But Brad was in a panic. He had just had an encounter with a B.O.W. sent after the surviving S.T.A.R.S. members - himself included. Nemesis. It was pursuing them - it would KILL them - he was sure of it. But thinking of his fellow S.T.A.R.S. members had stirred him from that spiral into despair. On the helicopter ride back to the city, Chris had been so...calm. So resolute. Determined, just as he always was, to survive. It made Brad realize how pathetic he was acting; he was ex-military, for crying out loud! Granted, he was a pilot, but still! And he was a special tactics officer! He had to start acting like it!

         And now, here he was. On his way to the Police Station. Running for his life. It was almost funny, how quick his resolve could fade. He reached the front gate. Barred. Shit. He looked back; the horde of infected were still right behind him. He was a sitting duck out there. Thinking fast, he hopped onto the roof of a police car next to the barred gate, and leaped up, grabbing onto the ledge. He was quick to scramble up the wall and throw himself over - but now he found himself in another predicament. There were some on the other side of the wall; 5 of them. He was quick to dispatch them using his trusty Samurai Edge, though he was starting to run out of ammo.

         He knew, if anyone was still alive in the station, they were watching the cameras. And he knew where one was, having worked there for years. He made his way around the side of the building - luckily, he was on the left side of a boarded-up doorway, and didn’t have to kick a board out and crawl under to get where he was going. But, after getting where he needed to go, he busted open a window and hopped through, into the west hallway. He made a mad dash through the hall, quickly reaching the stairwell; he was being followed by quite a few of those things, and he was pretty glad he went for the camera. He knew the doors would be locked or barricaded by now, and the only way he was getting into the main hall was if he was let in. So he approached the camera in the corner, waving frantically, before turning and firing off what little ammunition he had left.

         “Hey! Officer Branagh, are you there?! Ford! Edward? Crap- come on, if you’re seeing this, send backup! The stairwell, by the darkroom! I’m not gonna last long out here by myself! Please!” He looked back at the camera, then at the group of shambling corpses approaching. Shaking his head, Brad dashed into the darkroom, out of the camera’s field of view. From the sounds of things, he blocked the door with something; the dead weren’t getting in, backing up that theory. But how long would it hold?

{ @hauntedreality hit the starter call! }

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/17/2022: WOLFEN

WOLFEN is a fascinating thriller that is unflaggingly compelling in spite of its somewhat clunky social commentary. Its broad indictments of manifest destiny, and of the scourge of capitalism, are easily grasped in comparison with the collection of details and red herrings one has to chew through to get to the heart of this murder mystery about a series of apparent animal attacks plaguing New York City. Political aspirations aside, though, the visually stunning film is as much about the nature of perception as it is about anything else.

Adapted from a Whitley Strieber novel by director Michael Wadleigh (best known for the Oscar-winning documentary WOODSTOCK) and David M. Eyre, Jr., WOLFEN begins with the bizarre murder of an elite business mogul. The police have identified a revolutionary terrorist group as the guilty party, but the unusual killings continue with other, more innocent, less fortunate victims. Captain Dewey Wilson (Albert Finney) realizes that there is more to the story when he discovers that these specific acts of violence could only have been perpetuated by wolves—and further evidence ties these slayings to Eddie Holt (Edward James Olmos), a Native American who claims he can shape-shift into an animal form.

Wilson may be an enforcer for white, capitalist civilization, but he himself is only half-domesticated. He has been retrieved from an early retirement to work this case following an unspecified personal implosion, and his cagey demeanor suggests that whatever traumatized him then isn't done with him yet. When his reluctant partner, criminal psychologist Rebecca Neff (Diane Venora), asks why he became a cop, he replies, "I like to kill. It's a habit I picked up, and it's hard to shake." When she presses him, he first claims that he simply wounded a fellow officer while cleaning his gun; when she asks again if he's really killed before, he replies, "Why don't you ask how many?" We never find out exactly what is haunting Captain Wilson, but the film makes a sharp distinction between the importance of what we are told, versus what we perceive.

Coroner Whittington (Gregory Hines) introduces Wilson and Neff to a zoologist named Ferguson (Tom Noonan), who puts the team onto the idea that the murders most resemble wolf attacks. Ferguson is a classic wolf nerd, which is a whole Type in my personal experience: a usually-male fan of the species who jealously lauds Canis lupus's advanced form of society and perceived nobility, along with their hunting prowess. And, like many wolf nerds, Ferguson has a fetishistic attitude toward Native Americans, onto whom he transposes many of the qualities he so admires in his favorite animal. He seems to accept the notion of shape-shifters, too, as he excitedly declares, "The body is just a physical expression of the soul…reality is just a state of mind!"

In WOLFEN, reality is linked less to accumulated legal evidence, and more to the senses, which are extended in various ways. One of its more fantastical elements is the state of police surveillance, which involves a high tech command center that looks like something out of GHOST IN THE SHELL. In addition to the ability to monitor parts of the city, they are able to monitor the inside of a person, as Neff rakes various terrorist suspects over the coals in a chamber that is alive with finely tuned sensors. "The whole room is a lie detector!" its operator remarks, as he reviews thermographic readouts and voice analyses, looking for signs of stress and deception. These borderline sci-fi touches are unusual in the werewolf genre, which is usually rather earthy. However, the somewhat trippy aesthetic of these scenes is mirrored by the innovative, infrared-like photography (later used in PREDATOR) that represents the roving wolves' first-person point of view.

WOLFEN'S innovative ways of depicting sensory perception are complimented by the vision it offers of New York City, which is rarely accessible for most people. The wolves' hunting ground is the South Bronx, which in 1981 resembled the Berlin of 1945, utterly devastated and abandoned by all but the most desperate survivors. Even if you are aware of the state of such places and how they got that way, Gerry Fisher's extensive photography of this location from above and below is deeply shocking. In contrast, Fisher also gives us a stunning view of prosperous lower Manhattan from the very peak of the Brooklyn Bridge, from which Eddie Holt and other Native construction workers can see how the other half lives.

Late in the film, a battered and beleaguered Wilson wanders into the Wigwam Bar, a dive populated by Eddie's community. There, he hears about the Wolfen, semi-divine shapeshifters that the police cannot hope to defeat. "You've seen them, haven't you?" Eddie says, observing Wilson's fascinated acceptance of this story. The spell is suddenly broken by another man, who remarks dryly, "This is all just Indian jive. We've been watching too many cowboy movies!" Eddie sneers ironically at Wilson as he chimes in, "Don't even think about believing any of this shit. It's the 20th century. We got it all figured out." In this scene, the key point is about what Wilson has seen. His direct, sensory experience is elevated in importance above data, documentation, circumstantial evidence, and cultural prejudices about the nature of reality. Those other, indirect items that make up our perceptions, but that do not belong to us, are a part of how larger forces control the narrative of what happened to the Native population of America, and what still happens to places like the South Bronx.