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Could we get some love for Valus here? I don't care in what form this love and/or attention comes in... I just miss that overprotective tinker giant 🥺💙
This would be the perfect time to finally drop that final chapter of The Quiet Man that I've been avoiding for literal years.
Smh can't believe I left Valus trapped under that rubble for all this time...
The Quiet Man - Chapter 2 - Culpa
Valus X Reader
Crushes, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, self-hatred, g/t, gentle giant, protective Valus
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“He's under here!”
A muffled shout tugs insistently at Valus's dwindling consciousness, drawing the Forge brother from the darkness behind his closed eyelids.
To the silent maker, it almost seems cruel to be forced back into the realm of wakefulness wherein exists nothing but the crushing pressure of a mountain piled upon his spine and the agony that's settled deep inside powerful muscles that have long-since gone numb from keeping a temple from collapsing.
Blinking something wet – blood? - from his eyes, Valus wrestles them open as far as he can bear, and soon finds himself squinting down at the dull, grey floor sitting scant inches beneath his visor, barely visible through the meagre light that trickles between the hairline cracks of his prison.
Blearily, he rolls his gaze to his forearms, both of which are still settled around his head and keeping his chest aloft, as if even in his unconsciousness, his body knew there'd been something important occupying that little pocket of space created between his considerable bulk and the solid ground.
Creator, his head hurts... Why is he awake again, instead of slumbering peacefully beneath the temple's rubble until his body eventually succumbs to the immeasurable weight bearing down on top of it?
“Hurry, Eideard! Please!”
Ah, that's why...
With his jaw clenched tight enough to set his face ablaze, Valus strains his ears to hear past the shrill ringing that's taken up residence inside his left orifice.
He's almost afraid that the distant voice is nothing more than a fleeting dream, or perhaps the last imaginings of his dying brain as his body shuts down and he embraces the stone around him, as all makers do, eventually... Though hopefully not under such painful circumstances...
Valus himself would have joined the old ones whose souls have already gone to the realm of the Stonefather were it not for the simple fact that someone had asked him to promise that he wouldn't give up.
A sudden spike of pain lances through his skull, forcing him to screw his face up into a tight ball before the sting abates once more, flowing away down his spine and allowing for a single, clear thought to press in. As soon as it does, Valus's eyes shoot open again and his face goes lax with horror, all at once recalling the tiny human who had shared this claustrophobic space with him, and who had told him that help was coming...
Y/n... You... His smallest and dearest friend.
Suddenly restless, the maker tries to shift his weight, to test the give of the stone around him. Where are you? Did you get out okay? Did you make it back to Tri Stone safely!?
As if in protest of his attempt to lift it, the temple piled on top of him groans, and several tons of rock slides out of place, causing his shoulders to buckle and scream like they've been set alight with the fire of Hell itself coursing through his veins.
The maker's neck strains against the weight above him, but he grinds his teeth together and braces his burning muscles, replaying the same mantra over and over in his head with the fervour of a man on the brink of madness.
'Promise me you won't give up!' Your voice echoes around inside his skull.
He hadn't been able to force his ragged voice box to reply with the confirmation you were probably seeking, but he'd uttered his response in a whisper, the gentle 'yes' only loud enough to breach the slit in his visor.
He knows you'd never have heard him, not in ten thousand years.
Yet even still, he's kept that promise. Of course, he's kept it.
You're the one who asked him to make it.
Just then, his ears fill with a new sound - footsteps scrabbling over loose stone - getting louder as the darkness tries to creep in again around the edges of his vision.
“Stand back now, stand back. Thane, keep a hold of her.”
Eideard.... That's Eideard...
The mountain above him groans once more, as though it too is lamenting the maker below it, and Valus barely has enough wherewithal to recognise that it isn't necessarily a good sound when suddenly, finally, the boulder digging into the base of his spine grows... inexplicably less heavy.
Somebody – probably him – draws in a wet, gurgling breath, allowing half-flattened lungs to expand for the first time in hours.
“I just heard him!” that same, melodic voice chimes, one that's been filling his heart with light and hope for days now, “He's alive!”
Valus's lips hang ajar, blood oozing between his teeth and falling into an ever-growing puddle beneath his visor, mingling with the dust on the ground. It's an unwelcome taste, like copper and salt dripping off his tongue.
The voices outside his prison are growing louder, but they're muffled, as if he's trapped underwater instead of in a cage made from solid stone.
Oblivion, it seems, is still trying to draw him back into its unfeeling embrace.
This time, the forge brother manages to emit a soft, thrumming groan, letting his head drop once more as darkness continues to creep in from the edges of his vision, swallowing the soft, blue light that's begun to seep through ever-widening cracks in the rubble surrounding him.
“You're all right, lad...” Eideard's voice cuts through the fuzz, and it wouldn't surprise Valus if he discovered the Old One can speak directly into his mind. “We've got you... You're all right...”
And that, Valus thinks distantly, is the perfect affirmation to hear just before his eyes roll back into his skull and his burning shoulders collapse at last.
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“-...'s all my fault, Alya.”
If Valus had his wits about him, he might have found some poignant meaning behind your voice being the one that can pull him out of Oblivion's clutches.
The sound of you crying is the very last thing he'd ever want to wake up to though...
A single ear twitches as his body tries to single out the location of your voice before his mind has even chugged itself back into the waking world.
There's a weight settled on his chest, but this one isn't crushing, isn't suffocating. In fact, it's barely there, small and constant, tugging the maker's brain out of the heavy fog of unconsciousness the longer he registers its unfamiliar presence.
Another voice, one he immediately recognises - as familiar to him as his own heartbeat - pipes up, a little further away.
“For the last time, Valus wouldn't blame you, and neither will I. You tried to do somethin' kind for 'im, and it went wrong. Ain't nobody in this village blames you for an accident.”
He'd know the sound of his sister's voice anywhere...
“But I hurt him, Al! After I promised I wouldn't! The first thing I did was go out and nearly get him killed!”
That's you again... But Valus is more fixated on the miserable sobs that catch in your throat than the words you're speaking. Why are you crying?
Don't cry...
“You promised you wouldn't break his heart, and you didn't... Y'know what would've broken it?" Alya asks, "Seein' you get killed.”
Battered eyelids gradually manage to unglue themselves from one another, peeling apart measure by measure as Valus's desire to see overtakes his unparalleled weariness. Even the eye that's been fused partially shut by an age-old burn fights its way open, squinting narrowly at a familiar, stone roof.
Like the voice of his sister, Valus knows those cracks in the ceiling way overhead, the spiderweb of moss that clings stubbornly to the damp rock, the sound of water dripping into a cavernous pool somewhere nearby, the steady rumble of lava growling away in its reservoir...
He's in the maker's forge.
“But if I hadn't tried to go after Splinterbone-!”
Splinterbone?
"- Then Valus might've gone lookin' for it without you anyway. An' that temple might've collapsed on him just the same. But there wouldn't be nobody there to know it."
Stirring, Valus blinks once before he eases his gaze down slowly, edging it towards the weight on his chest - the source of the pretty voice.
The maker's heart gives a desperate lurch when he blinks through the dim light and sees a figure sitting on his chest.
Not just any figure.
This one isn't a maker.
It's Tri-Stone's first and only human resident.
You... you, you, you.
You're okay! You're alive! Stone's breath... You really did come back for him...
You're currently hunched over on top of the maker's immense sternum, right above his thumping heart, your knees drawn up to your chest and your face buried inside the palms of your hands. More distressingly though, you're shaking.
The forge brother's throat constricts.
Are you frightened?
Who frightened you?
With a sudden sense of urgency, he tries to sit upright, though his spine only makes it an inch off the slab below him before he crashes back down onto it, uttering a low groan from the back of his throat that startles your hands away from your face.
Dazed, Valus blinks up at the ceiling once more.
So, evidently, moving was not a good idea.
He blinks again when your face abruptly appears in his field of view, and the maker's brows twitch together in concern at the sight that greets him, the pain in his back and chest momentarily forgotten.
Fat, glistening tears roll steadily down your cheeks to drip off a wobbling lip and splatter onto the maker's chin. Something in the feel of them against his bare skin strikes him as... off, but he's quick to brush aside the creeping sense of wrongness in favour of finding whatever it is that made you cry, and crushing it to dust beneath his fists.
“Valus!” you sob the giant's name frantically, leaning over his face to peer down into his sea-green eyes, “Val, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!”
He wishes he could find his voice, to ask what you're sorry for. Your eyes have already shed so many tears for so many things. It always burned his sensitive heart to hear you stifling your sobs at night, knowing that for as mighty as he is, he could never be strong enough to give you what you really want – your species, your home, your family. He's just a maker. He couldn't bring those back to you, no matter how badly he wants to see you happy.
With a slow, deliberate ache to his every motion, Valus strains against his own muscles to raise a colossal hand from his side and bring it towards you, shakily extending his forefinger and laying it gently across your back where he begins to stroke downwards in delicate, soothing sweeps.
He intends it to be a comfort. He doesn't expect it to make you cry harder.
Your whole body convulses below his touch as you heave in a harrowed gasp of air, slapping your palms over your mouth to try and capture the wail that attempts to slip through your teeth seconds later.
Just before he can utter a sound of distress however, another shout rings in his ear.
“Valus!”
Ah. That'd be Alya-
The forge brother's shoulder is suddenly awash with fresh ripples of fire as a strong, calloused hand wraps around it, and then, his sister's wild-eyed face is pressing into view right alongside yours, her auburn hair unkempt and frazzled from being tugged at for hours on end.
“Valus! You're awake!” she hollers, raising her head and – somehow – her volume along with it, “Eideard! Muria!”
She doesn't notice him wincing at her shout. Nor does she seem to remember that his body has suffered an ordeal as she aims a hard thump at his bicep, pulling a startled wheeze from his lips.
“You sorry sack of shite!" she roars, though her voice cracking at the apex of the sentence betrays worry, not rage, "Don't you ever scare me like that again!”
“Alya! Stop that!” You're quick to rush to her brother's defence. “He's hurt enough as it is!”
Grateful, Valus tries to aim a smile at you, but at that moment, your head flings up as the heavy doors to the forge suddenly burst open and the sound of hurried footsteps swiftly approach.
Throughout it all, Valus's eyes remain fondly fixed on you, unable to tear his gaze away from the little miracle sitting astride his chest.
Creator... He's just glad to see you safe. You made it across the Forge Lands, you brought back help, all while standing no taller than a maker's kneecap. To say he's proud would be an understatement.
Within seconds, the comforting Muria is at his side adjacent from Alya, shooing his sister's hand away from his shoulder, much to the forge brother's private relief. His shoulders sag minutely, yet he still keeps his finger stroking tender lines up and down your back, revelling in the sensation of your little heart fluttering away beneath his fingertip.
Only moments behind the shaman, Eideard appears as well, his snowy brows knitted together to form great chasms in the space between his eyes as he moves close to the youngling's head, peering down at him like a saint from on-high.
“There you are, lad,” he rumbles, “Gave us all quite the fright. Always thought I'd be lifting a temple off Karn's sorry skull, not yours.”
From your spot on his clavicle, you shake your head rapidly from side to side, whimpering the words, 'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry,' over and over again.
Hovering her hands above his chest, Muria spills a dose of healing magic into Valus's aching ribcage and twitches her head towards you, voice gentle and earnest, “Please, dear one, you must stop punishing yourself. Valus is safe, thanks to you.”
You let out a cry of contention, raking one hand through your hair and jabbing the other at the maker laying below you. “Valus nearly died because of me!”
“Now, that simply isn't true...” The wizened voice of their village elder eases over your shout, attempting to soothe you out of your spiral. “... You were not to know that the temple would collapse. Your efforts to reunite Valus with his old friend were noble, and came from a place of kindness. What happened was unfortunate, but it was not your fault.”
The Old One sounds as firm as Valus has ever heard him, in that perpetually soft, patient way that's hardly firm at all.
The temple's collapse...? Is that why you're crying? You think it's your fault?
Heart clenching, he's about to shake his head and coax your chin up with a finger to meet your gaze, but then, from the corner of an eye, Valus spots gnarled, withered hands reaching out towards you, Eideard's hands, clear in their intent to lift you from the forge brother's chest.
"Come here, little one" the elder hushes, "You'll have no hair left if you keep pulling it like that."
Valus can't stop his arm from springing to life, tearing something in his bicep in the process as he closes his fingers gently, but possessively around your torso. You let out a bleat of surprise as he pins you to his neck, guarding you from Eideard's encroaching appendage.
In an instant, the Old one's movements go still and he blinks down at Valus. Several, terse seconds tick by without a word passed between anyone before the village elder finally dips his ancient head in a nod.
“All right, youngling. She can stay there,” he hums calmly, “You got her out... You kept her safe.”
The forge brother's shoulders slacken bit by bit as he processes the words, breathing hard, reminding himself that Eideard would never hurt you. Regardless, he's still reluctant to relinquish his hold.
Lowering his eyes again, Valus's expression softens as he meets your fretful gaze.
You're safe... That's what matters. More than the pain that's slowly fading as Eideard and Muria administer their healing magic.
As the ache in his body abates, Valus muscles his way upright until he's seated on the sturdy, stone bench, making sure to tilt his hand slowly so that you're eased down into the cup of his palm. Only once you're there does he unfurl his fingers, one by one, as if any sudden movement might cause you to disappear.
At his side, Eideard and Muria draw back, exchanging a knowing smile between themselves which goes unseen by the young maker and his little human companion, both of whom are too busy taking in one another's faces to notice anything besides each other.
“There, see!” Alya announces, relief colouring her words, “Didn't I tell you he'd be all right!? Tough bugger, aren't you, Valus? Already up and about!”
The sob that spews out of you is accompanied by a breathless laugh, as relieved as it is distraught. “Yeah,” you cough, swiping roughly at your burning eyelids and forcing a wobbly smile onto your face, offering it up to the forge brother, “Yeah, he... he's gonna be okay.”
Valus's steady heartbeat quivers to see the clench of your teeth as you bite down on your tongue, a clear sign that you're trying harder to keep your tears at bay.
Using the pad of his thumb, he scrubs tenderly at the dampness on your left cheek, grunting a wordless apology when you screw your face up at the intrusion before he moves on to the right, giving it the same, careful attention.
He almost doesn't notice at first... as he gazes down at you, vigilantly scanning you over for any visible injuries but thankfully finding nothing but dust on your face, but the longer he looks, the more it dawns on him that his field of view seems... wider, somehow.
Squinting his good eye closed, he draws his unoccupied hand up towards his face, aiming to readjust the visor, wondering when it had slipped out of its usual alignment.
The truth hits him like a hammer to the face as soon as his fingers brush against the rough stubble that peppers his chin.
His visor...
It's gone.
The sound that leaves his throat is as far from dignified as it could possibly get – something that's halfway between a choked gasp and a strangled shout.
Valus isn't afraid of anything. Or so Alya would claim, and he's never really worked up the courage to correct her.
But to have his gruesome face – his shame – exposed to the prettiest creature he's ever laid eyes upon scares the almighty forge brother far more than he'd care to admit.
Even the knowledge that you've already seen his features doesn't keep him from throwing a meaty hand up and slapping it over the burned half of his face, twisting his neck around at a painful angle to try and hide himself away from your eyes.
He doesn't like anyone seeing it. Hell, even Alya can barely catch a glimpse if it anymore, hidden as he keeps it under a safe wall of thick, sturdy metal.
His sudden movements jostle you in his palm, and he can only throw you a mental apology, his eyes wide and wild behind his fingers.
What must you think of him now? Someone as delicate as you, gazing upon the face of a marred and brutish man whose features are so clumsy and dense in comparison? At least with his visor, he was permitted the illusion of a disguise – a way to keep his most hated aspect from the outside world.
“Oh, tits.” Alya's curse dimly registers in his ears.
At once, Muria turns to clear her throat admonishingly in the youngling's direction.
Perhaps understanding better than most that there's a very simple way to alleviate the youngling's distress, Eideard speaks up. “Alya. His helm. Have you managed to fix it?”
Fix it? It's broken?
Valus's lungs constrict around an aborted breath.
“A-aye, it's over on the anvil.”
Hurried footsteps take off as the forge brother screws his eyes shut.
“Val?”
The gentlest touch presses into the back of his hand, the one currently trying to conceal an entire swathe of his warped and burned face from view. A single, sea-green eye cracks open and swivels down to land on your face.
You're leaning forwards on his palm, balanced on your knees with a hand outstretched to brace yourself against one of the fingers that obscures half of his expression.
You shouldn't get so close. What if he scares you?
Oh, Maker's bones, what if he's already scared you?
“There he is,” you breathe, shooting him a wobbly smile as you meet the eye that's trained on you, withdrawing your hand and letting it flop into your lap, “Can't believe you've been hiding eyes like those from me, big guy.”
Valus blinks, and for just a moment, his mortification is put on hold as a steady heat creeps up the back of his neck and into his pointed ears.
“Here! Here it is!”
Startled, his gaze shoots up to see Alya barrelling back towards him, the familiar sight of his helm clutched between her fingers.
Eideard is forced to retreat several steps as the youngling skids to a halt at her brother's side, holding the precious protection out towards him.
“Here y'are! Good as new! Had to take it off to clean your grubby mug.” Hesitating, she glances down at you and adds, “Why don't you put Y/n down so you've got a hand free-”
Her suggestion is swiftly cut off when, quick as a flash, Valus peels his hand away from his face and grabs the visor from her as she presses it towards him, a move that leaves his face exposed for all of a second before he slots the heavy, metal band around his forehead and flips the shield down, hiding himself away behind a mask of impenetrable tungsten. Not once does he use the hand that's caging you protectively to his sternum.
The warmth sinks into his skin immediately, not unlike the touch of a familiar, old friend, drawing a sigh from the maker that resonates within the confines his helm.
Craning your neck back to try and peer through the slat in his visor, you softly ask, “Better?”
And in response, the maker bobs his head, rubbing at the base of his neck and uttering a quiet grunt, “Mmhm.”
“Good,” you sniff, your eyes roaming him up and down,“Ah, you should... probably be resting. Alya's right, you can put me down, if you need to...”
To this, Valus replies with a firm shake of his head. “Nhh mm.”
He's pleased to see your eyes pinch closed when your cheeks strain against a watery smile, but his delight is short-lived, for all too soon, that toothy, little smile begins to change, tilting down at its edges into something far more sombre. Your eyes too, droop, losing their shine as you lower them to the bottom of his visor, staring at it glassily.
"Valus," you start, spilling the words you've been playing on repeat like a broken record, "I know I've said it before, but I want to say it to you now. I can't... I'm.. I don't know how to apologise to you enough."
A warm sigh spills out of the slat in his helm, breaking like a wave across your face and blowing some of the dust out of your hair. He hums a wordless sound then, and the deep resonance of his voice vibrates through his palm and up your spine until your thrumming heartbeat is lost among the gentle rumble.
Beside him, Alya opens her mouth, likely to translate her brother's vague noise, but before she can utter a word, you continue, clutching at your elbows.
“I really messed up... Big time,” you squeeze out, “I wanted to prove I could be useful to you guys, but I just ended up needing rescuing and I... I mean, I didn't even find Splinterbone after all that, for god's sake!”
Valus gives a start. Splinterbone?
The maker's head shoots up to send an inquiring grunt at Alya, who shrugs her shoulder and gestures to you with a sweep of her hand. “Aye, s'like she says. Went off lookin' for your old pal. Don't know how she expected to get it back here with those wee, little arms of hers.”
Valus is hardly listening.
You went to find his favourite hammer... You, a lone, vulnerable human, went out into the Forge Lands – a place teeming with demons, monsters and corruption - to track down something of his... Because you thought you weren't useful?
Valus doesn't know whether he wants to throttle you, kiss you, or forge a wedding ring for you.
The pad of a cautious forefinger slides up the nape of your neck, nestling in the hair on the back of your head and stays there, an easy pressure that coaxes you to tip yourself forwards as Valus lifts you towards his visor.
Exhaling a put-upon sigh, you bite on your lip to hide a smile and allow your forehead to be guided gently against the maker's helm.
Valus's heart undulates when you finally make contact, feeling the tiniest 'thunk' against the metal above his visor.
The delicate warmth of your breath wafts through the gap, and his eyelids flutter closed as he exhales a serene sigh,
“See,” Alya pipes up smugly, folding her arms across her chest and grinning at the side of your head, “Told you he wouldn't blame you.”
“Mm,” Valus concurs, blinking his eyes open to peer at you from beneath the metal.
Fragile fingers have hooked themselves into the slat of his visor, anchoring you to him, clutching with a determined grip, as if you, like him, are afraid to be separated.
“Thank you,” you whisper through the hole, “For being okay."
'Of course,' he thinks in return. He made a promise, after all.
"I've lost everyone, Val..."
The maker's forehead nudges just a little more insistently against your own.
"If I lost you as well, I'd..." You trail off into silence, but nothing more needs to be said. He can extrapolate.
He can only imagine the kinds of demons you have to battle with on a daily basis.
It's for this reason, among many, many others, that the besotted giant will extend his promise. Corruption has eviscerated his people, stolen his home from him, destroyed a future he might have made in the maker's realm. But for you, he'll keep his head up. For you, he'd shoulder much more than a simple mountain. And if Death tries to take you with him when he inevitably leaves the Forge Lands, he's going to have one Hell of a fight on his hands, because Valus doesn't plan on ever letting you out of his sight again.
#darksiders#darksiders 2#Valus#Maker#giant/tiny#Crushes#Protective#Valus worries#You blame yourself#Could potentially be set between chapters of CHWH
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The Flowers Always Know
Chapter 1 - Welcome Home
Description: As you came home from your vacation in Europe, you knew something was wrong. Hoping it was merely jet-lag, you tried to ignore it, but that was a mistake.
**Beware! Author chooses NOT to display warnings on the individual chapters of this story. Read at your own risk!**
Author's Note: This was my third ever series, and I've learned so much as a writer since then that I wanted to take another stab at it and make these characters richer and the writing easier to follow. The original posts seem to be trapped in the past, however, so if I want to use the updated editor I have to re-post them, which means there might be a minor Marcus Moreno spam on this account for a while. Sorry about that in advance. (Not that one could ever have too much MM...)
Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Word Count: 811 (133 words added) Masterlist (this story)
Somewhere in Egypt, a woman sits strapped to a chair. She’s clearly been tortured and is bleeding from her nose, ears and a multitude of cuts and abrasions. She’s connected to several machines by tubes as well as wires, and a dark figure moves through the shadows around her, waiting and hoping that his experiment will succeed this time.
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The sun seemed brighter than usual when you stepped out of the airport. Normally, you loved basking in the sun, feeling that heat going all the way into your bones and seeming to soften you from the inside out. But right then, it felt so bright it was blinding. Almost as though you could feel the rays burn your skin in mere seconds, even though you knew they weren’t.
You wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible, so you ducked into a cab, stealing it from what looked like a banker, who was just about to get in when you all but wrestled past him through the door. You didn’t even bother apologizing as you closed it in his enraged face with a loud bang, and sank into the mercifully dimmed backseat as you gave the address of your home to the driver.
God, what was wrong with you? When had you ever stolen anything from anyone? You let people ahead of you in the que at the grocery store, for fuck’s sake.
Once home, you dashed inside and hurried around the house to close all the blinds and curtains. You’d never done that before, not since buying the place six years earlier, so little puffs of dust were disturbed as you roughly yanked at the fabrics, making you cough. You had changed the curtains, of course, but you weren’t the most prolific duster of a person, so the curtain-rods had never been cleaned despite the swaps of fabrics.
Not that you cared about the dust now either. You were more concerned with why the daylight was suddenly bothering you so much, since you weren’t a damned vampire. With the entire house plunged into a wearisome gloom you stepped into your bathroom intending to take a shower, hoping that washing the hours of travel off your skin might make you feel less sensitive somehow. But you stopped on the threshold, suddenly worried that even the bright light of the bathroom ceiling lamp was gonna hurt you.
“Stop it, girl. Light doesn’t hurt you,” you admonished yourself, and then flipped the switch.
You were relieved when the artificial light didn’t seem to bother you at all, but then you caught your reflection in the large mirror above the sink, and flinched when you almost didn’t recognize yourself. You were pale. And not just pale but slightly grey as well, to the extent that your veins were visible through your skin. The whites of your eyes were bloodshot, and your irises seemed to be the wrong colour, turned deeper and darker than they should be. Even your hair looked completely lifeless, and somehow, the roots had turned grey.
Suddenly you understood why the light was bothering you so much, as you seemingly had no pigmentation left to protect you from it. But how did that even happen? And especially considering that you’d been alright less than twenty-four hours ago. Something had happened to you in Egypt, you knew that much. But unfortunately, you had no recollection of it, and therefor couldn’t guess at the severity of it.
You’d just woken up in a hospital the day before you were meant to leave, and the doctors had told you how you’d most likely suffered heat-stroke, since they hadn’t been able to find anything wrong with you. You had found it strange that you seemed to be missing two whole days of time, but since the doctors had given you a clean bill of health, you’d decided not to worry about it. And yesterday, when you’d left for the airport, you’d felt fine.
This was not fine. You were not fine. You needed to go to the hospital. But the thought of going outside again while the sun was still up felt so distressing to you, that you decided to wait. You’d have your shower and then try and eat something while you waited for it to get dark. But you did make a stern promise to yourself to call an ambulance if it got any worse.
It was strange how you could look so abhorrently ill, and yet not feel all that bad. You were tired, sure, and your appetite could have been better, but you didn’t feel anything close to as bad as you looked. Although, if you’d had any idea of just how bad things were about to get, you’d have slapped yourself silly, and gotten your scrawny fucking ass to the hospital the moment you saw your reflection.
#marcus moreno fanfiction#marcus moreno x female reader#marcus moreno x reader#we can be heroes fic#we can be heroes au#au fic#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal character fanfiction#sirowsky stories#superhero stories
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Ocs as song lyrics
Thank you so much for the tag @dirty-bosmer and @mareenavee 💖💖 I love this idea so much!
Rambles will be under the cut! Also, I am tagging @thelavenderelf @kiir-do-faal-rahhe @bougainvillea-and-saltwater @shitty-drawer and anyone else who wants to join in!
For Ravonna, I chose something more angsty and serious, as I'm currently writing the chapters where she will eventually be forced to come face to face with her grief. The song I chose is "The drug in me is you" by Falling in Reverse. This is like her angsty anthem in WYGTYA! The lyrics really represent how she refuses to deal with unpleasant emotions and to always hide behind the "cheery, fun bard" mask. Also, the last line could be an exploration of her feelings towards being the last dragonborn.
I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house I wrestle with my thoughts I shook the hand of doubt Running from my past I'm praying feet don't fail me now!
I've lost my god damn mind It happens all the time I can't believe I'm actually Meant to be here
I've said it once and I'll say it again, "Iris" by The Goo Goo Dolls is Miraak's song! The pining!! The softness!! The suffering!! And these lyrics really fit into his arc of how he wants to get rid of the 'Miraak' persona once and for all because that's not who he is. He doesn't want the world to see him as 'Miraak' because they wouldn’t understand. They don't know what he's been through and how he was forced to join the Dragon Cult and become their leader. He wants people to know who he really is. And he is Fenrik, the healer from Atmora with a heart that is too soft.
And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
For my beloved Hjaldir (who *will* be in my fic at some point, I promise), I think that the perfect song is "Slipping through my fingers" by ABBA. As of where the story is now, we don't really know what happened to him. One day he was living at the Emerald Bar Tavern as the bard, laughing and having a great time and going on several trips to High Rock to resupply the Tavern, and the next day, Ravonna’s adoptive father was assassinated, and both her and Teldryn were gone. So they all slipped through his fingers :( But Ravvy's absence hurts the most. He knew her from when she was a little kid. He watched her grow, he's been there for her in all the stages of life.
The feeling that I'm losing her forever And without really entering her world I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time Do I really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time
And now for my beloved Dragon Age ocs, because I cannot do this without including them!
For Max Trevelyan, I chose "The little things give you away" by Linkin Park. Wow, I really woke up today and chose angst, but these lyrics really fit with his family and how disapproving they are of him even just for the fact that he exists. And how becoming the Inquisitor and the one with the ability to close the rifts was the best think that happened to him, because he finally cut ties with his family. Really ironic, considering that The Anchor was slowly killing him. BUT HE IS FINE NOW, LIVING HIS BEST LIFE WITH HIS HUSBAND AND HIS ORANGE KITTY.
Don't want to reach for me, do you?
I mean nothing to you
The little things give you away
And now there will be no mistaking
The levees are breaking
And for Aedan Cousland, I went with the angsty option again. I chose this wonderful song called "Burning Daylight" by Dion Cooper and Mia Nicolai. This song could fit with several ocs of mine, but it encapsulates Aedan's feelings towards his dangerous quest and being a grey warden. It perfectly encapsulates the pressure of wanting to be a grey warden to honour his father's deathbed wish, but hating every part of being a grey warden, especially how everyone in the order hid the gory details from him before he joined. He feels like he is running out of time, but he wants to burn daylight, he wants to slow down and just live, while he still can.
From all to zero Where did I go?
Between falling and running I've been trying to get on my feet in time I've never been good at crying Always wanted to be the tough type
I'm sorry, I'm just human I'm losing myself while chasing highs I'm losing myself while chasing highs And burning daylight
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Whumptober 2023 October 5, 2023 Debris | Pinned Down | “It's broken.” Charlotte James and Spike Trivet
Even if it was her job, Charlotte James hated to be the one to tell anyone that she worked with that they would have to be on the injured list for any length of time. As a medic however, she had done this several times. She had been the one to tell the young man known in the ring as Kid Lykos that he would miss most of the 2018 year due to repeated shoulder injuries. It broke her heart every single time. This time was no different. It was several hours after progress wrestling 's biggest event yet, hello Wembley. The largest independent wrestling event in British wrestling history. Now, here she was sitting in an accident and emergency department waiting to hear from the team overseeing the care of one of her talents. She hated turning the care of those that she had been entrusted to look after over to the care of the local hospital, but there were times that it simply couldn't be helped, and this was one of those times.
She knew the moment that she saw Simon land that something was seriously wrong. She had gotten used to being able to tell which ones were going to need her care as soon as she saw the moment happen. Her years in the business had made it easier for her to detect at this point. Sitting in the hospital she knew the news wasn't going to be good, and she knew that Simon wasn't going to take it from anyone other than her. She had explained her possession as the company's head medic to some of the team who were taking care of Simon now that he was in the hospital and asked them if she could be the one to deliver the news to him whenever they officially had his diagnosis. She knew that Simon had a... difficult medical history, known to those closest to him as a years long battle with hypochondria. She expected anxiety disorder, and form of obsessive-compulsive disorder started when Simon was quite young. It wasn't uncommon for some traumatic event to be the cause of a condition such as this one. She knew because of his past that she would have to be the one to deliver the news. Even if he heard it from another doctor, he wasn't going to believe it until he heard it from her.
They had developed a mutual respect, and he had developed a trust in her that she wasn't sure he held in anyone else. What she didn't think that anyone else on the roster knew was it the two had a shared trauma that they had bonded over in her years with the company. She wheeled herself over to a seat close to the nurses’ station, and waited for word of what was going on with the young man in her care.
“Charlotte?” A young woman moved slowly in her direction. She recognized her as one of the nurses she had spoken to earlier in the evening. “We just finished his X-rays; he didn't even want to look at them.”
“I didn't suspect that he would,” she said shaking her head slightly. “That's why I warned you he wouldn't take the news from any of you. Even if all he had to do was turn his head and look at that X-ray, he didn't want to hear it that way. If it's all right with you, I'll take the films and I'll head into his room. I have a feeling this isn't going to be an easy conversation.”
The nurse said the folder of X-ray films on the smaller woman's lap. “You can find him in room seventeen,” she explained. “If things get ugly, I've already alerted our security. He hasn't been in the greatest of mood since he got here, but we're used to that kind of thing.”
“I don't think that'll be necessary, but I appreciate it nonetheless,” she turned her chair to face the hallway she would head down to make her way to his room. She had had enough X-rays in her lifetime to know that if they were developed this quickly, the hospital staff had the same suspicion that she did. She made her way slowly to room seventeen and knocked lightly on the open wooden door.
“I told you I didn't want to see anyone until you were able to give...” The younger of the pair began to rattle off, not even looking up from his phone.
“I can go if you want me to, sugar,” she said with a slight laugh. Of course, he wasn't going to expect them to give the films directly to her. She had prepared for this though. She always wanted to be the one in charge of the care of the talents that she worked with even if this wasn't in her jurisdiction.
“No, wait I do apologize Charlotte, I wasn't expecting you so soon. These damned A&E people don't know what they're doing.”
She sighed softly and wheeled herself over to his bedside, her hands coming to rest folded above the folder that would determine how long it would be before this young man would see and ring action again. It was this moment just before she told them what the outcome was that she always dreaded the most. Those last few seconds before they knew what their future held always seemed to drag on like eons. “You're talking to Chuckie?” She asked softly, “he coming to pick you up?”
“Just get on with it, Charlotte.”
“It's broken,” she said simply “it isn't a break that requires surgery, in fact I would say you could even appear in ring with the cast on. That's up to Jim and the others of course, but even so I would recommend you take some time off to get some rest. A break like this needs time to heal Simon. If you don't give it time to heal it's just going to cause you pain for longer than it needs to.”
“Charlotte, you, and I both know that I have been in pain for a very long time. There isn't much of my life where I don't remember pain. Perhaps this pain is some sort of karmic justice for the evil deeds that I have done. Either way, pain is nothing new to either one of us. I will take some time if you insist, because I know you can simply refuse to sign my medical release form and I know that you will,” he looked up at her with a smirk, almost a smile on his lips, “just know that I am most certainly not happy about it, Missus James.”
She knew despite the look on his face that Simon was probably more unhappy about the situation than he was letting on, but he respected her enough to hold back his anger. The fact that she had given him at least a partial green light to appear in the ring with the cast on probably gave him more hope as well. At least in this case there was a somewhat positive outcome, and she would be sure to check in on occasion to make sure he was holding to his recovery plan over the next several months.
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high schoolers/gen-z
I have been teaching high schoolers in a dual enrollment class for the past 4 months now. Dual enrollment meaning they are able to earn both high school and college credit.
I started out with 11 students and it's since whittled down to 5 -- these 5 are seniors and going various routes and pathways, but they are 5 close friends. It's endearing to have 5 close friends in class. It's something that you won't find too often in college at least. I appreciate them and I like having them, I think they're hilarious in their own little Gen-Z ways.
One time, I had walked into class, late, and I saw that one of the students was crying. There were 2 other students I had never seen before who were comforting this student. She had looked up at me and resumed crying. I was about to start class but noticed she had her face buried in her hands still, her elbows on the desk. So I paused and I asked, "Are you okay? Do you need to see a counselor?"
I kid you not she was faking it. She then launched into a verbal attack against a fellow classmate and claimed, "He fucked my boyfriend for the 4th time!" To which some of the class exploded in unstoppable laughter and I, being an adult who wasn't sure to take this seriously or not, repeated again, "Do you want to see a counselor?" They then proceeded to "pretend fight." It was one of the worst classes I had with them. They later apologized for having a "Fake Jerry Springer episode" but I wasn't pleased with that at all.
I've noticed over the past 4 months that they enjoy opportunities to touch each other.
The student who was fake crying for their fake Jerry Springer episode has attempted to squat several of her classmates.
Today, another student wrestled another student to the ground.
There was another pseudo, less dramatic Jerry Springer-esque fight that took place but because I had given those students 0 (zeroes) for participation and attendance that last time, they had quickly stemmed it before it became an episode.
And maybe touch is a way to communicate. Touch through an act of playfulness, touch as an act of recognizing each other, seeing each other, attempting to connect with one another.
I wanted to write about this and reflect on it because I saw someone I went to middle school with post on their IG Story, "Remember how in middle school you used to hug everybody you knew."
In high school we stopped and then in college I resumed my freshman year and then I became cognizant of touch and became uncomfortable with touching, with hugging, with any display of affection.
I long to hold my friends' hands, to give loved ones kisses on their cheeks as greetings. I just don't know where to start.
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all i want (for christmas)
fem!reader x roderick strong
it’s been four months since reader and roderick strong broke up. It’s been four months since they last talked, until they’re both invited to the same Christmas Eve party ... “all i want for christmas is for you and me to fix this”
word count: 3k+
warnings: angst, a little fluff, sad!reader, cheating accusations, mentions of cheating
— this is kinda based on liam payne’s “all i want (for christmas”. i love this christmas song so much —
masterlist || part 2 || request an imagine here
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"Yeah, of course," you say, forcing a smile as you talk to Adam Cole. "I'll be there. I'm not going to let what happened get in the way of holiday celebrations."
Adam smiles, happy. "Yay," he says. "I'm sure the guys wouldn't mind see you there. It's been a very long time. Britt's even been saying how she misses hanging out with you and seeing you."
You give a little laugh and say, "Maybe I'll just steal her away from you for the night."
His smile fades and he jokes, "Don't you dare. I'd like to see my girlfriend at some point during the party."
"I'll think about it," you say. "See you in a few hours then."
Adam nods and walks off. The smile you've been managing to force drops immediately after he turns his back to you.
You would rather do anything else then attend a Christmas party that you know your ex-boyfriend will be attending. It's the Undisputed Era's annual Christmas party. They wear their green Undisputed Era sweaters and rent out a rental hall for the night from about seven until midnight the day before Christmas.
It's about three in the afternoon and there are four hours until the Christmas Eve party. You leave the Performance Center gym at four after you're done working out your anxiety about the party.
You head back to the house that you bought with said ex-boyfriend. You never found a place to move to after the breakup so you've been living here for the last four months.
After showering and blowdrying your Y/H/C colored hair, you curl your long locks and do your makeup. You do a dark red eye shadow with matching lipstick.
Once your hair and makeup are done, you walk to your closet. You look for anything that you could wear to a Christmas party. You find a dark red sequin dress.
The dress is short. ending about halfway down your thighs, with three-quarter sleeves. The sleeves cut off about halfway down your forearm, not quite reaching your wrists. The neck cuts right across your collarbone area, not showing a hint of cleavage. Usually, you'd wear something that shows off your chest but you decide against it tonight.
To complete the look, you put on a pair of dangly red diamond earrings and a silver bracelet. You wear a pair of dark red heels to match the sparkly dress.
As you finish getting ready, your phone begins to ring. You walk over to see that Kyle O'Reilly is calling. You sigh and answer the phone, saying, "Yes, Kyle. Relax. I'm about to leave to go to the party."
"Adam made me call," he says. "I told him to relax and that if you said that you would be there then you would. You're not one to back out on promises."
You close your eyes and sigh. Adam didn't make him call. You one-hundred percent knew that it was Roderick who made him call. You also knew that it was Roddy who made Adam ask you if you would come to the party.
"Tell Roderick that I'll be there," you say. "And don't tell me that it was actually Adam that made you call. I know it was Roddy."
Kyle stammers, "It definitely wasn't, uh, Roddy. He's, um, busy?"
You roll your eyes and say, "Sure. See you in a few, Kyle."
You hang up the phone and make sure you have everything you'll need. You take your car keys and leave the house.
The drive to the rental hall isn't that long. Well, it's close to forty five minutes that's not long enough to calm the anxiety you're feeling and the butterflies in your stomach.
It's been four months since you and Roddy broke up. You see each other at work all the time but something about an unprofessional atmosphere that is sending you into an anxiety attack as you drive.
Your hands are sweaty and your breathing is a little labored as your mind races. You have no idea what could happen tonight. You're terrified.
After you pull into a parking spot, you sit in the car watching several other wrestlers walk into the large building. It's close to seven before you get it together.
You form an objective as you click into the building. Find Britt Baker and don't leave her side.
Britt is your friend outside of WWE. You met her through Adam. You have several other friends that wrestle in AEW because of Britt introducing you since she wrestles for the brand. You hope that they're here too.
Christmas music blares from almost every direction of the room. You spot several pieces of mistletoe hanging on the ceiling as you look around at the decorations.
The boys definitely go all out but it's mostly Britt that makes them go all out. If it were up to the boys then there's be one tree and a few lights. But the room is full of decorations. A few trees are stationed throughout the room with bright bright lights. Gold garland is draped throughout the ceiling, almost hiding the green mistletoe.
The tables have red and green covers on them and each table has a little winter or Christmas themed figure in the middle.
"Ahh, Y/N!" you hear someone shout. You look to the left and see Britt Baker walking toward you with her arms out. She hugs you. "It's been too long, Y/N."
You smile and hug her back before you say, "It definitely has."
Britt pulls back and asks, "You holding up okay? I know how hard it must be to be here."
You nod and say, "I'm okay, I think. I'm just going to hope that I get through the night with no tears."
She smiles and says, "Well, you can stay by me. I was just hanging out over there with Reba and Brandi until I saw your cute ass walk through the door. That dress looks fabulous on you."
"Thank you," you say. "That dress looks good on you too."
Britt's wearing a strapless form-fitting red dress with a black belt around her waist. The top of the dress and the hem of the skirt is trimmed with white fluff. She's definitely dress as a more modern version of Mrs. Claus.
Your best friend smiles and says, "Thank you. Okay, lets go back to Reba and Brandi. We'll make sure you have fun tonight. No tears shall be shed while you're with us."
You laugh and walk over with Britt to Reba and Brandi Rhodes. Both Reba and Brandi both compliment your outfit. "It was a very last minute decision," you'd say when they compliment you, making both of them laugh.
As you're drinking and laughing with the girls, Adam walks over. He hugs his girlfriend from behind and kisses her cheek. "I hope that Y/N will let you come see me eventually," Adam says. "I'd like to spend some time with you."
Britt laughs and says, "Now now, Adam. She's having fun and that's our goal for tonight."
Adam nods and says, "It is." He looks at you as you take a sip of your egg nog. "He wants to see you at some point tonight, Y/N. He's sulking and staying away from you though. Please just go say hi to him and say thank you to him for inviting you."
You give a shaky sigh and glance around the room for your ex-boyfriend. You find him in a corner of the room as he talks to Kyle, Bobby, and one of the new girls that have started training at the Performance Center.
He's laughing at something the girl said and your heart wretches in your chest. "I think he's fine," you state. "And I think I'm gonna call it a night."
All the fun you were having for the past hour or so has washed away and now all you want to do is curl up on the couch with hot chocolate and watch Christmas movies on Netflix until you fall asleep. You don't want to be here anymore. No, you can't be here anymore.
As you start to get up, Adam says, "Y/N, I didn't mean to upset you."
You look at the leader of the Undisputed Era and say, "No, it's okay. I just promised myself no crying and if I stay then that's what's going to happen if I stay so I have to go."
Britt looks at you and says, "I'll come outside with you. Maybe I can convince you to stay."
The walls begin to close in on you and you shake your head. "No, that's okay," you say. "Enjoy the party."
You take once last glance at Roddy to see that he's looking at you before you start to walk toward door.
Your throat has closed up on you as you hold back tears. You walk to your car as you remember the laughter coming from Roddy as the girl said something.
"Y/N!" someone calls behind you as you reach the door.
The voice makes you almost lose it right then and there. You turn to see Roderick Strong walking behind you with a concerned look on his face. You shake your head and walk out onto the balcony area. On either side of this area are stairs that lead to the parking lot so technically you're just outside. The cool breeze whips through your hair and hits your face as you walk outside.
Roddy follows you. "Y/N, wait," he says. You sigh and look at your ex-boyfriend.
"What?" you ask, voice cracking. "Are you here just to walk out of my life again?"
Things didn't end very nicely between you and Roddy.
***
"Baby?" Roderick asks behind you.
You stand in your shared bedroom, holding his phone in your hands. Tears falling down your face as you look at the text notifications from his ex-wife on the lit up screen.
Roderick says, "Y/N? What's wrong?"
You sigh softly and read, "Roddy, love, when are you coming over? We want to see you tonight. Please text me when you get these." When you're finished reading, you look at your boyfriend. "What the fuck, Roddy? You told me it was over with her."
Roddy says, "It has been, Y/N. For two years."
"'Love'?" you say. "It's over but she still calls you 'love'. Okay, Roderick."
He walks over to you and he says, "It's not what it looks like, Y/N."
You cry, "I don't believe you, Roddy. I don't. I've seen you around her. You're happier when you're around her then you are with me. You constantly flirt with her and you disappear for days on end right after you talk to her."
Roderick says, "That's to see my son. You know that, Y/N. Do you really think that I'd cheat on you?"
"I don't know," you say. "You never let your son come over here and you just go over to her house. I've never even met your son after close to two years of dating. What's your lie for that?"
He looks slightly hurt as he says, "Because he's only three-years-old and he doesn't understand that his parents aren't together anymore. Adding you in there will only confuse him more. I've been waiting for the right time to introduce you to him, Y/N."
Things start to come together in your mind. That's a perfectly valid excuse. Troy is only three. He would be confused if you suddenly appeared in his life. He wouldn't understand why his parents aren't together. Roddy and his wife split shortly after Troy's first birthday and they've been co-parenting for years.
"I can't believe that you'd actually think I'd cheat on you," Roddy scoffs. "After two years, I thought you knew me better than that."
You immediately jump into defense mode as you say, "I'm sorry. I just never thought about how me being in Troy's life would confuse him. You're just gone for days on end and I-"
"Apparently don't trust me," Roderick says. He walks to the closet and grabs a suitcase. He puts clothes in it. "You don't trust me when all I do is go see my son, who I rarely get to see in the first place."
You say, "Roddy, please, I'm sorry. Please stay, let's just talk it out." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, not wanting to let go.
Roderick looks at you and says, "You don't trust me so why would I stay?" You look up at him and stay quiet. "Exactly." He takes his phone from you and walks toward the door.
You stand in the middle of the room, tears falling down your face. He stops, with his back turned to you and for a moment, you think he'll stay.
Your hopes are diminished as he walks down the hallway and down the stairs. Once the front door opens and closes, you start to cry. He left. He's gone.
***
You and Roderick stand face-to-face, alone for the first time in months.
"I never left," Roderick says. "You didn't trust me when all I did was leave to see my son."
Guilt hits you instantly and you say, "You could have stayed and we could have talked. I could have explained why I thought that you were cheating."
Roddy crosses his arms and he says, "So explain."
You say, "It's been four months, Roddy. What's the point?"
"I want to know if there was a reason behind why you thought that I was cheating on you," he says. "So explain."
You lean against the railing and you sigh. "It's because it wouldn't be the first time," you say. "When I first started in NXT, I met this guy and he would leave for a few days every few weeks. He would tell me he was visiting family. I received a DM from a girl who told me that she just found out that he was dating me and told me that him and her were dating each other. She had no idea about me. That's why I freaked out like I did because all I could think about was that message. I'll admit, I freaked out more than I should have but I was scared that it was happening again."
Roderick's expression and posture has softened as you explain your reasoning behind your freak out a few months ago.
Your words hang in the air for a few moments and you avoid looking at Roderick as soon as you're done talking.
Roderick finally breaks the silence when he says, "Kyle told me that you knew it was me that put him up to calling you earlier and that it was me that sent Adam to ask you to come. I wanted you here tonight, Y/N."
You finally look over at Roddy and ask, "Why? I thought you wouldn't want me around anymore after what happened."
"Because all I want this Christmas is for you and me to fix this," he says, reaching out and taking your hand. You look up at him with tear filled eyes. "I've missed you, Y/N. These past four months have been hell for me. I haven't gone a day without thinking about you and what would happen if we fixed things."
The tears start to fall down your cheeks as you listen to Roddy talk. You wait until he's done talking before you ask, "Why did it take you so long to try and fix this? Why did it take you four months?"
A car door closes and Roderick looks at the car. I look to see Roddy's ex-wife holding her son's hand. Her and Roddy's son. Troy.
Roderick says, "I've spent the past four months talking to Troy with Marina. We've been trying to get him to understand that his parents aren't together but that we're still his parents. Marina was talking to him about you, Y/N. She's been trying to get him to understand that she's his mother but that I'm with someone else."
Marina and Troy walk up the stairs and you look at Roddy. He looks at you before walking over to Marina and Troy. You stand in the same spot as Troy is picked up by Roddy. You see Roderick say something to Marina as she hands him a bag that was on her shoulder. She walks away and Roddy walks over to you with Troy.
Troy is looking at you and Roderick says, "So, Y/N. This is Troy. My son. This is the reason I left for a few days every few weeks."
You look at Roddy and ask, "After everything, you still want me to meet your son?"
Roderick nods and says, "I'm hoping that we'll fix things and that the past four months wouldn't have been a huge waste."
Troy says, "Y/N."
You raise your eyebrows and look at Troy. He smiles and holds his arms out to you. Roderick hands the toddler to you and you look at Roddy as you hold Troy in your arms.
Roderick smiles at the sight in front of him. "So what do you say?" he asks. "Give me a chance to fix things with us?"
You glance at Troy before looking at Roderick, saying, "Yes."
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Start again (Kenny Omega)
Emliee's POV
"What do you mean, Yer going a new promotion?" Drew asked me
"Yeah…..I just got my release from the main roster a week ago. Its not a big deal."
Not a big Deal? I helped ye get the contract!" He said raising his voice
"You don't think I know that? Drew... I'm not happy in WWE and I got an offer from..." then I stopped talking as soon as I realized who I got the offer from.
"From where Emilee? Don't lie to me." Drew growled
"I may have gotten it from Tyson." I whispered.
"As in Yer ex that works for AEW?" He said eerily calm.
I thought of words to say but I couldn't so I stayed quiet.
"I assume yer taking the opportunity." Drew added
"Yes."
Then Drew walked upstairs and packed my stuff within a matter of minutes.
"Drew! Can we at least talk about this?" I yell from downstairs
"You've awready made yer decision, Emilee." He said
"Yeah.. but we can work this out.. look at Jon and Renee. "
"Emilee, lassie,Tis bin leadin` up tae this fur a while. Drew said sighing.
Finally I just grabbed my things and left. Saying goodbye to my Wwe career and my relationship.
*timeskip to her first taping of aew dynamite*
I put on my ring gear and walked out to the backstage area.
I walked to where matt and nick were hanging out.
"Hey Emmy! You actually look Happy!" Nick said
I Smiled.
"Yeah.. I don't have to please old Vince McMahon. And where's omegaman?"
They both laughed at my nickname.
"I just got a text from him, he said that Traffic's Shit but he'll be in time for your match though." Nick smiled
I hugged him.
Then I got called to the gorilla and waited for britt to finish her entrance.
"And her opponent from Gainesville,Georgia......Bella Styles!" Justin Roberts said
"Bella has been wrestling since she was sixteen... Wrestling runs in her blood." Jr said
We started to fight with britt taking me to the corner and punching me several times but I quickly capitalized switching our places and getting on the top rope while punching her just when I was getting ready to jump I heard jon Moxley's music. "Shit." I thought to myself but went on the frog splash.
After a few minutes of the match, jon got a mic and said "Sorry girls but this is a little more important than you two.. Bella I have a question for you, where is your "boyfriend" Kenny?"
I immediately yelled "he's not my boyfriend you asswipe."
Then I grabbed britt and hit a surprise Styles clash and pinned her.
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I Smiled as the ref held up my hand
Then I walked past jon and went backstage to where Tyson was.
He immediately hugged me.
"You did amazing em!" He said
"Thanks Ty."
Then he looked around.
"Could we go to my car to talk?" Tyson asked
"'Course."
Then we walked to the parking lot.
"Hey,Emilee....I have something to give to you.." he said pulling something out of his pocket
It was a bracelet that he bought me in Japan 5 years ago.
"Tyson you...you still have this?"
"Yeah... I literally carry it everywhere I go.." he said laughing
"Emilee i still love you... I've never stopped. When you and your dad went to Wwe... I was heartbroken.... I tried to move on but i...." he said but I stopped him midway with a kiss.
"Tyson... you're the whole reason I was excited to leave... I would take you back in a heartbeat..."
"I didn't say.." Kenny said
"You didnt even have to... I knew."
KennyOmegamanX:this woman is my whole world... BellaStyles...If anyone in the Aew men's roster touches her... Bitch run.
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Better Man // Part 2
Hey guys! Hope you liked the first part of Better Man, my newest fanfict for Ashton! I'm really enjoying writing this, and felt inspired recently as I have just returned from a holiday! Enjoy this second part.
Warnings: light smut, swearing, slight mention of controlling relationships.
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"He called you cute?!" Camila squeeled with delight, as I recalled the events from earlier in the day.
I sighed, but smiled a little. For once Camila actually sounded invested in one of my guy stories.
"And then... His mate just walked off with him?!" she asked confused.
"Well, Luke his friend, and band mate, basically dragged him back to have a nap, he'd had so much to drink Cami" I scoffed.
"He's in a band?!" Ed gasped.
"Go Y/N! You've pulled! " Camila cheered, clapping.
"Comeon guys, I was just providing support. He was quite drunk so I bet he doesn't remember any of it". I chuckle, picking up my drink and heading back to the bar after finishing my break. I wasn't try to make a big deal out of the chat with the boy as it wasn't a big deal, but he was kinda cute. And it was nice that he felt comfortable talking to me.
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"Lucky number 7, numero siete" I hear the entertainer Sami shout from the stage. Bingo was a very popular game in the hotel, especially as the old folk found it fun. I'd noted that the hotel was busier tonight, filled with all ages, which meant good business. I'd already had to stop 2 guys on a stag do from having more alcohol. I continued to make my favourite cocktail for a lady at the bar, Love On The Beach, which had vodka, strawberry flavouring with peach schnaps and a dash of lemonade. I presented the lady with the drink, to which she lightly clapped.
"Excuse me miss?" I hear a voice say at the bar. I turn around and see the curly haired boy, looking rather sleepy. His hair was messier than usual, and he was dressed in the same clothes are he had on 5 hours earlier. He rubbed his hand in the back of his head in an awkward fashion.
"Well hello rockstar, back for another drink?" I jokingly ask.
He smirks, sitting down at the bar, placing his head in the palm of his hands. I decide to make him a special drink. It was my first drink I learnt from Camila, a hangover cure! Orange juice, lemonade and a few other secret ingredients. I make the drink up, and place it in front of him.
"Please tell me there's no gin in this" he groans, lifting his head up from the bar table to inspect the drink.
I chuckle. "None what so ever sir".
He goes to give me a €10 note to pay for the drink. I wave my hand across my chest.
"No charge, its on me" I smile, pushing the drink closer towards him. He replies with a wide smile, I note his big ___ eyes, looking at me.
"Thanks Y/N" he replies, taking a sip. He subtlety moans.
"That's lovely".
"Enjoy... D'you know, I never got your name." I chuckle.
"Really? How rude of me." the boy laughs, offering me his hand.
"My names Ashton" he says, shaking my hand.
"So I wanted to apologise for earlier, I wasn't myself, and normally I'm not that much of a drinker like that" he said.
"It's okay, I've heard a lot worse stories over the past few months. I witnessed a divorce at this very bar, so you're good" I reply.
"Wow" is all his reply is. He takes another sip of the drink, followed by 2 headache tablets.
"Did you have some dinner?" I ask.
"Not yet, I'm waiting for Luke and Sierra and then we'll head out for the night" he replies.
"So is Luke a friend in your band?".
"Yup, he's the guitarist and vocalist, I'm the drummer" he says proudly.
"That's so cool!" I smile. As I attempt to find out more about Ashton, I hear a clicking of a finger and find a big old gentlemen trying to beckon me over to his side of the bar. I sigh.
"Excuse me Ashton" I say, walking to the gentlemen.
"Finally! I've been waiting for service for ages!" the old man moans.
"I do apologise sir, how may I help?" I reply awkwardly.
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Its 1am, and the stag do have finally left the bar to head into the town centre for a night out. I sigh in relief, tidying up so I can close up and head home for the night. It was my day off tomorrow so I was looking forward to a lie in. I decided to start clearing the tables first, filling my tray with cocktail glasses. I hear a smash of glass, I turn around and see Margot by shattered glass.
I groan, heading over to her with a brush and pan. I smile at her, and let her get on with cleaning up the mess. She just shrugs at me, and proceeds to clean up. Throughout my shift, all I've thought about is Ashton, and how lovely he was. For the rest of the night before Luke and Sierra returned, we talked about lots in between me serving customers. We spoke about living in England, something both of us had done.
"Don't you miss home?" I questioned.
"Yeah, but the boys and I knew that we had to leave Aus a bit to try and get known musically. It was brilliant, living on our own, no rules, no nagging mums-" he says.
"No cleaning" I interrupted, laughing. He gives me a playful nudge at my comment.
"So did you live alone in England before moving here?" he asks.
"I actually lived with my Dad until he remarried, which became difficult to I decided to stay here for good!" I reply with a smile.
Ashton pouts. "But do you not miss home?" he asks.
"Not really. I have bad memories of home, with family and other people, so it was nice to start all over here again" I reply.
"I get it, like I miss home but so much has happened since I moved out and focused on the band" Ashton smiles.
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I continued to clean the bar, and manage to finish around 2am. I sigh looking at my Apple Watch, noting the time. I head to reception to sign out, and am greeted by Ashton, sat on the chairs, like he was waiting for someone.
"Hey Rockstar" I smile tiredly, trying to hide my yawn.
"Hey Y/N, going home?" he asks.
"Yup, off tomorrow which will be nice".
Ashton looks somewhat disappointed. "Oh? So I won't see you tomorrow?" he replies, looking at the floor.
"Not at work nope, but if you're in the town or about maybe I'll say hey" I wink, confused at why he appeared so disappointed.
"That would be nice, Luke and Sierra were thinking of heading to the beach tomorrow, so maybe see you around" Ashton says.
"Well personally, I'd go to the one further down towards the airport. Its much nicer and better quality sand, if you get me. I head there with Cami and Ed often, it's nice" I smile.
"I take it Ed and Cami are mates?" he asks.
"Yup, Cami is a cleaner here at the hotel and Ed works on reception." I reply.
"That's cool, well maybe I'll say hey to them if I see them around, point out next time? He asks.
"Will do, enjoy your night Ashton" I smile, signing my name and walk towards the exit.
"Goodnight Y/N" he smiles at me, before walking away.
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I couldn't sleep last night, which was weird for me. Normally, I'm out like a light, but last night was different. I had Ashton on my mind and I couldn't work out why. The way he smiled at me, made me laugh all night at the bar. The sparkle in his Hazel eyes got made me feel gooey.
I decided to get up, and head to the local Spar to get some food bits for the day. I parked my car in the car park, and headed into the store. I grabbed a roll, some Lays crisps and a bottle of Pepsi. I turned into the sweet section and overheard a woman with an American accent laughing.
"Luke! There here, come get the candy" she laughed, before walking into the same section as me. I stopped, and recognised the voice as Sierra, Luke's girlfriend.
"Oh hello" I warmly smile, continuing my shopping and placing some strawberry laces in my basket.
"Hey Y/N, Ash said you had a day off today!" Sierra says, grabbing the same bag of sweets.
"Do I hear my name?" I hear Ashton say, as he turns the corner into where we're stood. As soon as he sees me, his face lights up like a little boy in Christmas day. I playfully wave at him. He comes over.
"Hey Y/N, did you decide on a beach day too?" Ashton says.
"As a matter of fact I did! I take it you listened to my suggestion of this beach?" I say, pointing to the beach over the road from the shop.
"Ahhh so you recommend it... That explains a lot." Sierra winked at Ashton.
"Well it would be rude of us to not invite you along to sit with us for the day, if you wanted?" Sierra asks.
"That would be lovely, thank you. It's always nice to have some company on my days off" I reply, excited at the fact that I get to spend time with them, as they seemed like a good bunch of mates.
Ashton smiled over at me, beckoning me over to the sweet counter.
"Now Y/N, what other sweets should we get?" he asks.
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"You're definitely cheating!" Ashton insists, pouting like a four year and throwing the cards onto the blanket.
I laugh, picking up the cards and start to reshuffle the deck. It's the 5th round of Rummy and Ashton had lost every single round.
"What can I say, I'm just too good for you" I wink playfully. Ashton rolls his eyes, poking my chest playfully. I watch Sierra and Luke, who are play wrestling on the beach. Its been good hanging out with the three of them for the day. They've spoken a lot about the band, Luke and Sierra's relationship and planning future holidays.
"They're cute together" I admire the couple dancing on the beach. I look over at Ashton, who is also looking at them.
"Yeah, they've been through a lot those guys, I love them lots" he smiles. "They've both been great friends to me, especially recently".
"Can I ask you, what actually happened with your ex?" I asked curiously, not wanted to upset him.
"Myself and Kay had been dating for 6 months, things were going well, but I found myself not being able to give her my full attention, with everything that was going well with 5SOS. She started to make me feel guilty for being away from her. I tried to make effort more, but in the end she wanted more than I could offer. I tried to end up several times, but each time she'd come up with a different excuse or reason not to. In the end I stupidly invited her on this holiday with Luke and Sierra to try and calm things down. Biggest mistake. She took it as a sign that we would be getting back together, but I kept saying to her that I just want to be friends. We sat down the other day and she ended up storming off. So... That's it" Ashton said, his head facing down the whole time.
I pause, taking it all it. "I'm so sorry, it must have been difficult." I reply, placing a reasurring hand on his back.
"It's okay. I just feel bad that she wanted more from me that I can offer. She knew my schedule. I just wish I could find someone that understands that" he sighs.
"I get you, like a no strings things?" I ask.
"Basically yeah, it's how things with her started, but then it clearly got more complicated. Feelings get mixed up. Sex turns into moving in. It went quickly." he says.
"I get that. My ex jumped ahead, its scary, especially if you aren't ready for it" I reply, sighing.
"You went through the same thing?" Ashton asks, looking at me.
I pause, preparing myself to tell the story.
"Yup, and it ended messy. We dated for 5 months. Started off as a hook up after meeting on Tinder, and somehow he turned it into a relationship. I basically felt forced into it, he kept saying 'it's the right thing' when in reality I didn't want it. He insisted on making it a serious relationship, meeting family and making it official on social media. When I tried to end it, all I'd get is abuse, calling me crazy and stupid. In the end I managed to leave him, but he ended up stalking me for weeks after. In the end I got a retraining order, and I've had no trouble since" I said.
Ashton sat and listened to my entire story in silence, nodding a little and sighing with me.
"Wow, you've been through a lot" he said.
"Yup, but then I look at how happy I am now, at my new job, making new friends and meeting new faces each and every day, it gives me so much happiness" I reply smiling. Ashton smiles at this comment, knowing that I'm hinting at him.
"That makes me happy to hear. I'm glad we met y'know Y/N, you're a lovely girl" Ashton says.
"Thanks Ash, I guess you're alright" I reply giving him a wink. He jokingly pushes me to the ground, and jokingly pins me down to the sand, holding both of my hands. We're both laughing, before it all goes quiet. I look deeply into his eyes, memerizing each part of his face. His cute dimples on his cheek, the crease in his lips. Realising what he was doing, all of a sudden he gets up and walks in a circle.
I pause, confused.
"Is everything okay?" I ask.
"Yeah, sorry, I shouldnt have done that" he replies worryingly.
"It's okay, we were only messing around. It was funny" I replied, shocked at how serious he was taking this.
"If you're sure, just don't wanna hurt you" he replies.
I laugh. "I'm a big girl Ash, I'll be okay" I laugh. He chuckles, rolling his eyes, before sitting back down on the picnic blanket again.
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We get back to the Hotel, and I'm greeted by a beaming Camila, who introduces herself to Ashton, Sierra and Luke.
"Please excuse Miss Y/L/N, she's needed in a room urgently." she requests, dragging me arm away to room 263. She pulls me into the room, and I see Ed is already sat there patiently waiting, on the bed, legs and arms crossed.
"What in earth?" I whisper, realising that we're in a guests room.
"Oh don't worry they checked out an hour ago, no one new expected until later on" Cami reasurres me.
"So, spill some tea sis!!!" Ed chimes.
"Why didn't you tell us you were meeting up with the curly haired boy?!" Cami says.
"OK so his name is Ashton, and he's really sweet. We hung out with his friends at the beach, nothing special" I shrug.
"It looked pretty special to me, looked like a double date" Camila smirked. Ed clapped his hands at this.
"Ashton isn't really looking for... Anything... Or anyone for that matter... At the moment, so it definitely wasn't a date, just hanging out." I shrug, trying to contain my excitement that he was pretty cute.
"But still, he is cute girl, you gotta admit that" Camila said, smiling.
"Yeah, he is, I like him". I said, smiling and dancing around the room a little. Ed and Camila join in dancing with me, before we're interrupted by a knock. Camila forgot to shut the door behind her.
"You lot seem... Happy?" Ashton questions, seeing us all dancing. I can feel myself turning bright red, hoping that he didn't hear what I just said.
"Erm.. Yeah, just happy that it's the weekend!" Ed smiles, trying to cover our backs.
"Speaking of which, cool if I grab Y/N?" Ashton asks.
"You go ahead sweetie, we'll be just here". Camila grins from ear to ear, ushering Ed out of the room, and hide behind the corner so they can hear every word. I roll my eyes at this action.
Ashton chuckeled. "Your friends are funny".
"Yeah they're petty decent. Did you have a good day? I hope you liked the beach and that you liked the food also, because I really was worried tha-" I said.
"It was perfect, Y/N, thank you. Luke commented on how much of a great tour guide you were for us today. So thankyou. Plus you have a good eye for nice food!" Ashton smiles, lightly brushing his finger along my cheek. I can feel myself shudder at this light touch, making me legs feel like jelly.
"Speaking of food, to say thank you, I'd like to take you out for dinner tonight, just me and you. Is that okay?" Ashton asked.
I pause, shocked at his request.
"I-I would love to" is all I manage to reply.
"Great, it's a date" he winks, before walking off.
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Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 //
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