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eyesxxyou · 1 year

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Monster

Miguel O'Hara x FEM!reader

rating: mature

word count: 2.9k

warnings: biting, aggressive sex, creampie (wrap it up y'all), porn w/ a little plot, size kink, mentions of bodily fluids (saliva and blood)

synopsis: you and Miguel work on a serum to help him escape from the clutches of Alchemax but your efforts take a turn

Miguel finally lets you know how he really feels about you

Note: this is based off of what I've read about Miguel's origin story but it's only a vague version and not entirely comic accurate so don't try to pick apart the details. This is for the horny ones out there.

“Miggy…are you sure this is gonna work?” You stand in the middle of your and Miguel’s shared Alchemax lab, watching your co-worker pace about his workspace with stress written in big, bold letters across his face. You’ve seen him like this before. Many, many times across your many years of working together. Sometimes, you were there to calm him down, other times you had to stop him from destroying his life’s work.

“No,” his voice is gruff and strained behind his frustration. He’s frantic and you’re not sure if it’s from withdrawal or the risk of what the two of you are about to do. “But I can’t be a slave to them.” Miguel looks at you, his eyes that were always brooding and stressed were now softer, a tad more desperate. “You know I can’t.”

You had your reservations in helping him make this serum. It was all so hasty and rushed, made on such short notice after Miguel chose to quit. Alchemax was doing human testing on an inmate, leading to their painful death, and he simply wouldn’t stand for it. So Alchemax drugged him, got him hooked on this drug only known as Rapture. And the only way for him to get it was to stay working at Alchemax. He was one of their best researchers after all.

He came to you for help. You were his closest friend, his greatest confidant. You two have spent years together, always bordering on something more than just research partners but never fully crossing that line into unknown territory. The two of you worked together to create a serum that would jumpstart his body in a way, reset it to its natural state. A secret kept just between the two of you, shared between stolen glances across the room.

You come to him and force him to sit down which is a difficult task on its own. Miguel was something otherworldly. Well over 6’5” tall, he towered over everyone in any given room, including you. Broad shoulders, small waist, and frankly, an amazing ass, you can’t help but find yourself admiring him from afar every once in a while. “What if you die? We don’t even really know what this will do to you.” It was slapped together using some of Miguel’s blood, spider venom known to neutralize a key element in the Rapture’s chemical makeup, and some other haphazard ingredients. The most testing the two of you ever did was injecting it into some rats. All 5 of them had fallen into a deep coma, almost resembling death before awaking with red eyes and ferally tearing away at their cages.

They all killed each other.

Miguel didn’t answer you. His jaw clamped together, teeth grinding. “What other option do I have?” The answer was clear. The both of you were silent for a moment, both staring at the syringe full of the serum.

“Let’s get on with it then.” Miguel began to roll up the sleeve to his button down shirt until the soft flesh of his inner elbow was exposed to you. He watched as you pulled on your gloves and grab a wipe to sanitize the injection sight. Your hands were trembling with terrible anxiety for how horribly this could all go.

You look up at Miguel one last time, hoping that he might change his mind about all of this, but he only nodded for you to continue, clenching his fist so his veins would pop to make things easier on you. God, why did he always have to be so determined like this? Even at the cost of his own life? Maybe even the cost of your life. But he gave you the choice. “I can do this by myself,” he told you. “You reason for you to be involved in this at all.” He was asking you to jeopardize everything just for him and you said yes regardless of the risk you were about to take.

You proceed, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you place the needle against a vein. You steady your hands before you inject the needle and push the plunger down until it could go no further. You’re quick to remove the needle and move away from him, just as a safety precaution. “Ar– Are you okay? Do you feel any different?” He doesn’t look any different, still as large and intimidating as ever. Miguel doesn’t respond to you.

“Miggy?” You ask slowly, timidly, with worry laced in your voice as he slowly stands from his chair. He’s bracing himself against the desk, fingers gripping the edge as he takes a unstable step forward. “Y/N.” He let past trembling lips before suddenly collapsing to the floor in a harsh, dull ‘thud’.

“Miguel!” All your reservations wash away as you run to him and drop to your knees beside his body. Your hand is against the thick column of his neck, feeling for a pulse. It was so faint, you almost missed it, but it was there. “Miguel, Miggy. Wake up, come on. I need you to get up now.” You began to gently pat his cheeks but that was doing nothing. He was out cold and working up a sweat against his hairline. You ran your fingers through his hair more to calm yourself than anything.

How is it that you’re in the most technologically advanced building in Nueva York and still feel so powerless to do anything to help him? The most you can even think to do is to grab a cold rag to place on his forehead to bay his growing fever. He’s alive. That’s all that matters right now. You just have to keep him that way. You can deal with whether he was going to attack you once he woke up later.

You kept checking his pulse, pressing your ear to his chest to ensure his heart was still beating, hovering your hand over his nose to ensure he was breathing. Everything seemed to be okay. You could give yourself some peace of mind after half and hour of making sure he would be okay. What would you have done if he had died, right then and there? Known that you contributed to his death? The toll that would have taken on you. You didn’t even want to think about it.

You stood up with the most exhausted sigh you’ve ever let out in your entire life. Who knew one person could cause you so much stress? It was usually you playing jump rope with Miguel’s nerves, not the other way around. You should be more lenient on him from now on if your piss poor jokes made him feel anything like this.

You sat at your desk, drawing rough circles against your temples to soothe your stress. You wondered how long this would last. It was the dead of night. Neither of you were supposed to be here. The building was mostly empty besides a few janitors. Push comes to shove, you don’t want to have to drag his limp body out of the building and into your car.

You don’t know when you fell asleep, or how you even could at a time like this. You only realized you had fallen asleep when you were awoken by a loud crash. It startled you awake and you leaped up from your chair. Your eyes immediately strayed to where Miguel had been only to find that he was gone and the cloth you had placed on his head was lying on the floor. Immediately, you searched for him and looking for someone so big shouldn’t have been a problem, but he was gone.

“Miguel? Where are you?” You called for him. It seemed illogical to look up, but you did. Something in the far recesses of your mind told you that you were being watched. You looked into the dark corners of the room where the light didn’t reach and in one of the corners, you saw two red, glowing dots, eyes unmistakably.

You began to back up until your back hit the wall. “M-Miggy?” Your heart was in your throat and as you watched the shadow in the corner dropped down from the ceiling to the floor, you thought you might just cough it up. Somehow he seemed even bigger, his usually slicked back hair falling in his face and covering the wilderness in his eyes.

Miguel seemed to move at lightning speed. He was across the room and then he wasn’t. He had you by the throat, claws pressing into the soft flesh of your throat but not yet breaking skin. His breath dusted your skin, your trembling lips and glazed-over eyes. “Please, please, please. Miguel, it’s me. You know me.” Begging for your life was not something you’d ever expect to do staring at Miguel O’Hara. Sure, he can come off a bit rough around the edges, but you’ve never felt unsafe around him.

There was something feral in his eyes, animalistic almost. His lips, the lips you always wanted to trace with the tips of your fingers and kiss softly in the middle of the night, curled, revealing giant, sharp fangs where his otherwise nonexistent canines would have been. Miguel leaned in close to you, the tip of his hooked nose tracing your jawline. Your breath caught in your throat and your body completely stilled.

“Mía.” He whispered, voice deep, almost growling. “Mi amor. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you.” There’s something dark in his voice, something attempting to claw its way out of him. “You always come into work with that tight pencil skirt on and those heels you know I like so much. You know what you’re doing, Y/N.” That serum had brought out something carnal in him, desperate with desire.

His tongue was against your throat, his fangs just barely pressing against your pulse. You swallow. “Miguel…what’s happening to you?” His body is pressed against yours, warm and solid, pinning you against the wall. Your toes barely even touch the floor.

His nose was against yours then as his eyes burned holes into yours. Those were not the eyes of the Miguel you knew, scarlet red, blood red. But you know he’s in there somewhere, you just have to coax him out.

You bring your hand up slowly, unsure of what he may do if you move too fast. He let you place your hand upon his cheek and stroke the curve of his jaw. “Miggy.” You curl some of his hair around your finger. His lip twitches softly so you whisper again. “Miguel.” You don’t expect him to kiss you. It’s aggressive and seeps at the seams with lust. You don’t fight him, don’t even try because you know deep down you don’t want to.

You melt into him, let his tongue prod at the seam of your lips and you open for him while your fingers run through his silky brown hair. His hands are on your thighs, shoving your skirt up your legs so he can hoist you up. Your legs wrap themselves around his narrow waist, the heels of your pumps digging into his firm ass.

“Miguel, Miguel, Miguel.” His name is a prayer on your lips as he places sloppy kisses down the the length of your neck, his fangs always threatening to sink into your supple flesh. You weren’t against the idea, the exhilaration of it all, of this beast you’ve created. You pull him closer if that’s even possible, exposing yourself to him and his wild whims. It seemed he liked it as a satisfied grumble left him.

“Mi corazón.” You could feel him, his growing erection pressing against where your warmth concentrated itself. He was rutting himself against you, like he’d somehow make his way past all the fabric that prevented the two of you from becoming one in the middle of the mess you’ve made. Miguel hated it, you could tell and he made it very apparent.

He began by tearing open your blouse, forcing a gasp to break from your panting lips as buttons broke away from their assigned positions and clattered across the floor. The speed with which he shredded your clothing with those large, monstrous claws of his. Your bra, your skirt, your panties. They hang off of you, ruined entirely.

Miguel let you down. “Turn around.” You weren’t about to disobey him now so you turned, back facing his towering frame. He had a hand on your back, pressing, forcing you to arch for him. You were all exposed, hands pressed flat against the wall, your breathing stalling as it was. It was almost embarrassing how wet you were, how ready you were to accept him even now. You shuddered when he dragged his fingers between your soaked lips, from your puffy clit all the way to your gushing entrance, desperate to be filled. “Miguel, please–”

“Shhh, mi amor.” He grabbed a fistful of your hair and whispered in your ear. “I gotta make sure you’re wet enough, sí?” There was no doubts that you were. You know, full and well that he could hurt you. You didn’t know what was going on, what was happening to him, but you knew that if he wasn’t intimidating before, he certainly was now. The anticipation of it didn’t help, the idea of not knowing what he was going to do next, the idea that anyone could walk through that door at any second.

You could hear the jangle of his belt buckle as he undid it, the zipper of his slacks that hugged his thighs in all the right ways. You began to turn around to look, but his hand pressed your cheek against the wall, his hand so big that it nearly covered your entire fack. “I didn’t tell you to turn, did I? Stay right where you are, mi amor.”

Miguel placed his foot between yours and forced you to spread your legs further. You shuddered at the feeling of the cold air against your exposed pussy, the way he held you in place and slowly dragged the tip of his leaky cock against your clit. He was rough and you liked it, cruel and you liked it even more.

He was not gentle with you. He didn’t prep you. He had you just the way he wanted you. You whimpered again as he began to press the tip of his length against you entrance, guiding inch after inch into you constricting walls. His intrusion was more than welcomed, the way he thrust himself into you like he’s been waiting for this all his life, for you all his life.

He was so big, so torturously big. He stretched you out, forced you to take all of him until your legs were trembling. It’s alright, he supported all your weight with ease, wrapping a strong arm around your middle to hold you up. “You’re taking me so well, mi vida. Just like that. I knew you’d let me have my way with you.”

“I…ah~” Your’re choking on your own words, unable to conjure up any sort of coherency in that foggy brain or yours. There’s something feral about the way he goes about it, like this spawned from something far deeper than just lust. He fucked you like it was a necessity, like he’d simply die if he didn’t.

He bit you, let his fangs sink into you until they punctured skin. You cried out and suddenly it felt so impossible to even speak. Miguel was brutalizing you, showing little mercy in his tender licks to the wounds he made. Bite after bite, lick after lick, until your neck is covered in bruises and puncture wounds, framed by the marks of his flattened teeth.

Your strangled moans echoed off the four walls that seem to make up your entire world at the moment. You could feel him deep within you, touching parts of yourself you didn’t even know were there to be felt. Your feet where no longer touching the floor, heels hanging from your toes before clattering to the floor beside his feet.

Miguel groaned into your neck. “So good, so good, mi amor. Keep taking it.” His fingers were in your mouth, claws weighing against your tongue until you were drooling. You wished you could watch the way he split you open and you could only imagine what you looked like to him right now, letting him shove his cock into you without so much of an inch of resistance. You wanted this for so long, fantasized about this after so many long days of the two of you working side by side.

Miguel tells you how good you’re doing as your saliva dribbles down his fingers. Your eyes are half open, face hot and flushed, tongue swirling around his digits while bracing yourself against the wall like he’d ever let you fall. You got rougher the closer he was to cumming, leaving you quivering into your own orgasm that makes every muscle in your body seize.

You could feel him twitch with the effort of his orgasm, the way he grunted and growled with his teeth sinking into your neck so hard it draws blood. It’s the way he thrusts himself as deep into you as he can before coating your walls in white that drives you crazy. How feral and primal it all is. You’re warm, your mind is all cloudy, and all you can feel is him, him, him.

What a monster you’ve created.

#miguel o'hara #spiderman atsv #spiderman #smut #miguel o'hara fic #mature

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twstbookclub · 1 year

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Hello ! I just read the spins with silver and I cannot tell you how heartwarming it was, if I had to rate 1-10 about how melted my heart it I'd rate it 10/10 HAHAH

If it's okay with the admins, I'd like to request a Silver x GN!Reader where the special moments between them are Silver's most precious memories ! (aka: their first date, first kiss, etc.) it doesn't even have to be the major stuff, it can be the small things in life that he appreciates (maybe reader brewing him a coffee everyday, or him noticing reader's little doodles on his notes and helping him finish them when he accidentally dozes off, etc.)

(this is my first time requesting so please point out any mistakes i did when requesting !)

don't forget to take as much time as y'all's need, as well as prioritizing y'all's health first !!

thank you so much ! :DD

Recaptured Paradise

Summary: Silver takes time to himself to reminisce about the past that lead up to the romance story you both shared now. POV: 2nd Pronouns: Gender Neutral Admin/Writer: Kai⚔️ Tags: Silver, Fluff, Romance, Looking at the past, First memories, Silver looks at the past

Word count: 2,463

A/N: Hello our lovely readers!!! I was very excited to write our first ever request!! I do apologize since it did take a very long time but we did have other projects being done at the same time and there are life events currently, but regardless of that I hope you all enjoy!!!

Silver sat on the couch in the small apartment home that you both shared for a few years now, trying to keep himself awake as he searched through the internet quietly. He was looking for a gift for his partner in marriage, you.

He would take occasional glances at your resting body that used his shoulder as your pillow. "My sleeping beauty," he said quietly to himself with a gentle smile, and his eyes drifted from you to your hand. The ring on your finger twinkled in the moonlight that shone through the windows.

He suddenly started reminiscing when his eyes wandered and landed on your lips, instinctively making him leave a kiss on your head as you slept.

He couldn't help but look back at a few memories. "How did we get here?" He thought, then sat back to remember moments of years past.

The image of your genuine expression when you asked him on a date to the arcade shocked him at the time. Though, it was his fault since he mentioned that he wished to experience something new despite his busy schedule.

"Why don't I take you to an arcade?" He remembered that day as if it was only a few months back. The moment he agreed, your eyes lit up and looked like they held an entire galaxy in them.

"Honestly, I was hoping you'd say yes. I've been wanting to ask you on a date for a while!" Your words caused the entire world to stop, because little did you know at that time, he also wanted to ask you. Though, he never knew how.

You both had met the following day. As both of you ran out of class and down the hall to meet at the courtyard, every student watched, confused as to what was happening. That part didn't matter to either of you.

Meeting under a tree and staring into each other's eyes felt magical. Straight out of a fairy tale book. You were both laughing at how out of breath you two were from running, and knowing that you had the same idea made the atmosphere sweeter before it even started.

From showing Silver tons of games inside of the arcade building to him winning a stuffed animal out of a crane game, he truly experienced something different that day.

The date was followed by a short walk in the park to watch the sunset. You had insisted on it. It was worth it, because it gave him the chance to confess how fond he was for you.

He still vividly remembers how flustered you were from his sudden confession. He continued to ramble about how surprised he was that he didn't fall asleep halfway through. It was all because he was nervous after pouring unknown emotions out to you the best he could.

Silver smiled to himself at the memory. He couldn't help but remember how you two shared your first kiss.

You snuck out to see him as he patrolled around the Diasomnia grounds late at night. That day, you were convinced to confess your feelings to him, since you were so confused about whether he felt the same for you or not.

He tried to escort you back to the dorm so you weren't caught. You were stubborn enough to stay, but it was so worth it.

"No! I won't go home! I want you to hear what I have to say!"

"Prefect, please–"

"I like you! I have feelings for you! Even before the first date we ever had together! I have to say it now, or I'd give up trying any moment after…"

Those words had shocked him to his core. Deep down, he was so happy to hear them. His facial expression stayed blank as he was overwhelmed with emotion at your words.

Nonetheless, you had continued, but he was determined to hear it in the morning. Instead, he wanted to send you home. You didn't listen at all though.

"I know you might not like me back, but-"

Silver had cut you off by giving into his own temptation. His lips were so gently placed on yours, clueless on what to do next. He hoped to get you home, so it was easier to do that in a place where he knew people couldn't catch him.

You were utterly shocked, and you didn't know how else to react. The boy you fell for back during the Spelldrive Tournament was there, and he returned your feelings.

The kiss felt too quick. After Silver broke it off, you could say he was an absolutely flustered mess. You were too, so it felt like a perfect accidental moment.

After that day, that's when you two began dating. Funny enough, neither you nor him asked each other to make it official. Diasomnia students had seen you and Silver that night, and talked about it immediately. Word had spread around like wildfire.

Neither of you complained though, and neither of you noticed until later.

It took everything in Silver not to chuckle at the memory, holding back a laugh at how silly you both were back at the NRC.

Right after that, Silver started to remember the day you graduated. He was nervous around you, but he had a reason. They'd thrown you all a party to celebrate, but all he'd wanted that day was to spend it with you.

Lilia had helped him get a pretty hefty gift for the two of you a few months prior, and he was excited to take you there. The party didn't end until late at night, but he was still focused on showing you this gift since the longer he waited, the more nervous he got.

He'd taken you to an unknown building in a small city near Briar Valley. To your surprise, that building had the apartment you both lived in now.

At that time, the small home was empty, but it had so much potential to hold so many memories for the both of you, as long as you accepted it.

"Silver, what is this place?"

You were so confused as to why he brought you to an empty apartment, but it was insane to you that night. He let you roam around the place, and by the time you ventured around the last room, you found him on a knee in the middle of the living room. The same spot where he’d sit at the moment of reminiscing.

“I know that this is sudden and rushed and not as romantic as I hoped, but I don’t think that I can let another second slip by without doing this.”

Silver was nervous. Your expression then was pure surprise as he continued his speech.

“When I first met you, I only knew loyalty to the only family I knew and had. I was stuck in a constant loop of the same daily routine. The day you asked me out to the arcade, my whole worldview changed, and before I knew it, my loyalty extended to you.”

Silver paused as you had only listened to him. Your body had fallen onto the floor in front of him. Your heart felt heavy as there was a small lump in your throat at that moment.

“I realized that all of my thoughts had been overrun by you, by us. When I’m with you, you keep me awake, and are part of the chain that keeps me tethered to reality. I don’t think life could be the same if it’s not with you. No…”

Silver paused as he took a ring from his pocket, but your reaction to seeing it made his heart race through the entire moment. He knew what ring it was all too well, but you had only a brief understanding of it. He mentioned that the ring had been with him since birth, but that was all. Now, he was proposing with that same ring.

“It wouldn’t be life if every waking moment is not with you accompanied by my side. Not when I’ve grown to love you more than words can say in the past few years. So…”

Silver had called your full name before continuing, his free hand had taken your left hand into his own and held on tightly. He remembered how shaky his voice was by the end of his emotional outburst from the moment.

“Will you do me the honor of letting me be your partner, my spouse, even after death draws our final breaths?”

He let out a sigh of relief as he finished his words. He could only stare at you in anticipation. Your eyes felt teary at all of his words striking your heart in such a warm manner. You smiled at him as you gently squeezed his hand in the empty apartment.

Silver got distracted as you shifted around in your sleep before he could finish the memory. He fixed the blanket on your body when his eyes landed on the door, another memory coming up to him.

This one was the day you both had finally moved into that apartment. Silver helped bring in heavier furniture with the help of Jack and Sebek, even though Sebek was mostly yelling orders to the other two to get everything done a certain way.

Ace and Deuce were helping take items out of boxes and asking you what rooms they belonged in. Your job was to clean up the place and make sure that nothing went to chaos along with Epel.

That same day, everything had been moved into the right rooms, the only place set up being the living room. They had agreed to go out to eat since it was still pretty unorganized in their new shared home.

Afterwards, they’d come back to the door and open it when Silver suddenly scooped you up and carried you inside bridal style. It surprised you as you weren’t married yet, but you could only hold onto him as the sensation was making you laugh at the time.

You two didn't share a room as he felt it wrong to sleep in the same bed regardless of being in a relationship and under the same roof, but it didn't bother you either.

After that moment though, he would leave you on your bed but you didn't let him go. No one had slept by themselves that night, well… not really slept at all.

Silver snapped back to reality as he felt a small blush come up to his cheeks from the flashbacks. He looked around the room as his eyes stopped on the few pictures that hung up on the wall. Specifically, the one of your wedding day.

The smile on his face was so full of love and genuine care as the memory of the day played in his head, and his arm wrapped around you, gently bringing you closer.

He'd been a nervous wreck that whole day, and you'd been worried that something would ruin it. Though the wedding was small, it was fun for everyone invited. Sebek and Jack were crying together which made you and Silver laugh mid reception.

An afterparty held by all your close friends to celebrate was a big moment for the two of you. They all congratulated your marriage as Jade, Floyd, Leona, and Riddle had become like protective brothers towards you, telling Silver to take care of you more than he already had.

Everyone was great and made the party a night to remember. Once it was over, they all sent you on your way and took care of everything else, giving time for yourselves as they were all ready to say goodbye.

For a so-called "honeymoon", Silver had taken you on a horseback ride through the forest behind NRC, of course with permission from Crowley. The night was so sweet that it felt as if it happened only a few weeks ago.

Since then, the marriage life between the two of you felt just right. You helped make the small place a true home, while he supported you through everything.

Silver was so in love, and you equally. He stopped his daydreaming when you slowly opened your eyes from your slumber, sitting up and looking around.

"Morning, sleepyhead." Silver said as he gently patted your head, messing up your ready tangled bedhead.

"Sleepyhead…? Right back at you…" You responded with some tiredness behind your voice, adjusting to the moment. "What were you doing while I was asleep?"

Silver smiled with a small chuckle, and took a glance at the ring on your finger. "Nothing much, just looking back at some things from the past."

Your eyebrow raised in confusion but you shook it off, using his shoulder as a pillow again. Silver wrapped his arm around your shoulder, bringing you closer to him.

Him mentioning the past made you reminisce as well. This warm embrace of his made you remember other times.

Running through the forest to lay in a quiet spot after and watching the clouds move. Making him a cup of coffee in the morning to get him through at least the morning. You made their home a true home.

Your moment was interrupted as a sound was heard from another room. Your old room since you moved into Silver's once you both began sharing a name.

"Seems like duty calls, doesn't it?" Silver said as he looked at the open door then at you, letting go of your body to rise up from the couch.

"It never will." You responded and got up after him with a big smile, heading off to the room while holding his hand. He followed behind, squeezing your hand out of excitement.

The bassinet in the middle of the room moved slightly as small, happy noises were made. Once seeing your faces, a giggle was heard as Silver took the baby into his hands. He made silly faces and sweet coo's to the little one, getting happy and loud reactions which made him laugh in return.

You watched while leaning at the wall nearby. The sight of Silver being a father was one you loved seeing everyday, and you were happy with all that happened so far.

Your actions stopped as you caught him looking at you, a cheery smile on his face as he said the words "I love you!" in a sweet voice as if he was speaking as his child.

You laughed and stepped closer, taking the baby into your arms and kissing Silver on his cheek as a thanks. "And I love you too." Silver said, making you freeze in place.

You smiled and leaned onto Silver as he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your head.

"I love you both."

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pinesfamilyguidetotheweird · 6 months

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Fragmented AU -- The Cipher Zodiac Powers

Another thing that I was debating on to reveal, but I've decided to do so.

Proceed if you dare!!!

So, in Journal 3, Soos theorized that if they were successful in sealing/banishing/destroying Bill with the magic circle thing, they were all gonna get superpowers. A theory that Dipper didn't think was gonna happen.

Well, maybe not in Dimension 46'\.

But was made possible in Dimension 46-Delta, the version that the Fragmented AU takes place.

Perhaps due to a disturbance in the multiverse, the Cipher Ten was born with powers or would usually start to appear at around 13 years old. Whenever they use their powers, their eyes would glow a color. While they would share some specific ability, each of them have a unique power.

(I am using terms from the Superpower Wiki; one of my favs)

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Dipper -- Cyan -- Personal Energy

For any My Hero Academia fans, it's sorta similar to One for All in that a powerful energy generates and flows throughout Dipper's body. And I make the comparison because, in a way, Dipper reminds me of Izuku (nerdy characters, bullied, penchan for journaling, kinda talks out loud, deep idolization of their respective mentors...etc)

Mabel -- Magenta -- Imagination Manifestation

Couldn't think of any power better than this for a dreamer like Mabel. Now, granted, I was a little hesitant on giving Mabel this ability as it can easily be OP *Cough*GremmyfromBleach*Cough* coughing...However, I hopefully manage to come up with a limit. It depends on the scale of her imagination as well as her attention span and where she is.

(Note: Neither's powers manifested until the week of their 13th birthday.)

Stan -- Yellow -- Fire Generation/Manipulation

...I'm sure someone might make a connection of sorts. Also, blame @factual-fantasy for this (I love their AUs). Some back story time: as mentioned, some powers come around at birth, but for the Pines twins (both generations), theirs come later near the age of 13. So, Stan's powers manifested one day and he was surprised that the fire didn't really burn anything unless he willed it to. He wanted to show Ford, but decided to keep it a secret because...well he didn't want the bullying to get worse for both of them. It wouldn't be until later in life that Stan will show Ford, who has become aware of people with superpowers (ie, Fiddleford). Ford reacted... Well, Ford reacted in a way that Stan didn't expect and decided to not show it to him again. Interestingly enough, Ford had forgotten all about it, but Stan still remembers and refuses to let Ford see it again. He has a similar resolve to the kids due to what happened to their parents.

Ford -- Crimson -- ??? (Unknown)

As far as anyone is concerned, Ford hasn't shown signs of having any unique powers. Stan is curious, but figures that his high IQ is the power. Is that the case, or is it that he just doesn't have one? Or it just hasn't manifested yet, even into adulthood? Or maybe its because I have yet to make up my mind about what I want to give him? Who knows! lol

Soos -- Spring Green -- Stomach Storage

Only in the realm of cartoon logic would this make sense. Basically, Soos has access to a pocket dimension where he can store things via swallowing them whole and not chew it. Because if he does, it'll just go straight to his actual stomach. And while Soos is generally unbothered by it, the others took time to get used to it. And even then, it was still mildly unnerving to witness.

Wendy -- Amber -- Ice Generation/Manipulation

I originally wanted to give her something like super strength, but then I figured that it could just be a Corduroy trait. So, I gave her ice powers. There was a scrapped episode of Wendy getting weather-based powers and I am so curious as to what that would've entailed. Like, what was the story gonna be? How did she acquire that power? Would the episode reveal something about her mother?

Fiddleford -- Green -- Scanning

Whenever I get stumped on giving a character a power, I just take inspiration from their zodiac symbol. So, for Fidds, I just picked an ability called Scanning. He's like a human USB or 'data' storage of anything he sees, analyzing the data and information of anything not just technological and digital, but also biological, chemical and all that. He can also scan vitals (sort of like Baymax), which is proven to be useful when you have a friend who has a tendency to ignore his biological limitations.

(Note: I will say that both Fiddleford and Stan kept their powers a secret throughout their childhood and young adulthood, as one can imagine that once the word of their powers gets to the wrong person...well...things could've gotten bad for them.)

Pacifica -- Violet -- Animal Empathy

Another instance of me taking inspiration from the zodiac symbol. Not necessarily a Dr. Dolittle kind of thing, as she can't communicate directly with animals, but she can understand the animal's emotions and intentions. The same is said the other way around.

Robbie -- Gray/Silver -- Symphokinesis

I have seen four anime where singing/music is used in combat, Symphogear, Macross Frontier, One Piece, and Cross Ange, and I love it. I love music in general. So, Robbie can use this power via his own singing voice and guitar playing. Plus, he can expand the effect if he harmonizes with others through music. The effects and intensity of his powers usually lie in his intentions and emotions. After all, some say music speaks from the soul. From the heart.

Gideon -- Azure -- Telekinesis and Telepathy

Because why not? At least I didn't have to think too hard on what power to give the little menace. I'd imagine that with the amulet, he had very little limitations to what he can do with his telekinesis. But, since now it is his own power, it's very limited to what his mind can handle, which is surprisingly strong for a 10/11 year old. Remember: He's still a kid with kid-level emotions. Now, he can't read every mind and thought. Some mental walls are stronger than others and his telepathy usually works better on trusting/gullible/innocent people. Of course, it doesn't work on Ford for obvious reasons.

#gravity falls #stanford pines #grunkle ford #ford pines #stanley pines #grunkle stan #mabel pines #dipper pines #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #fiddleford mcgucket #pacifica northwest #robbie valentino #gideon gleeful #fragmented au

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stoopid-turtle · 9 months

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BTS in Order Addendum 1

I know what you're thinking. There's more??

Well, I found a playlist that had some sparse translations of the bts in order through the end of June. I figured I'd fill in some of the unknowns. Most aren't too exciting, but there are a few notable things to point out.

I added all this in the original BTS posts, but I'm doing this post for those who don't want to crawl through the timeline they've already read through to pick out what's new.

This is April + May. I'll do June next. This playlist was not near as comprehensive as the bilibili one. But this had the advantage of translated dialogue, which really, obviously, helps contextualize some of this.

On 4.17, the first day of filming with gg, DD yelled about needing to take a shit from off camera. GG reacts to the camera. Yep. Our gremlin did that on his 2nd day of filming.

On 4.18, when gg is rehearsing, dd asks, "Why are you [wwx, I'm guessing] being so fierce to me?". The translator notes that he uses a cutesy way of saying "me".

On 4.19, on the cloud recess lectures set, GG and dd talk about how to portray LWJ across the timeskip

On 4.29, the translator notes a famous scene of DD staring at gg and his (DD's) PA noticing. DD is at a distance from the camera, so it's kinda hard to see where he's looking, so it doesn't seem obvious to me.

On 5.1, GG tells the bad joke, the pun based on LWJ's name, to DD

People seemed interested in GG's codeswitching so I tried to keep an ear out for it. I'm not gonna commit to any certainty here, but GG may slip into it on 5.3. His comment is so short, though, so it's hard to tell. He is talking to DD though.

On 5.3, we have the clip of dd talking about how cute Xue Yang with gg responding by rainbow farting about LWJ

5.3 also has the scene of gg complaining about how useless he is in the yi city action bit and DD says it's cute.

On 5.4, during the clip where DD is complimenting gg's singing, it sounds as if gg slips into the voice again

There's a clip on 5.4 I've seen some refer to as DD getting jealous at yb teasingly flirting with gg. There's no sound so it's impossible to know the context beyond them setting up a scene. DD does look angry for a few seconds and he does appear to direct that look at yb. But YB's back is to the camera so we can't see what he's doing. Also, earlier, yb and dd had been making faces at each other, so this may be more of the same.

On 5.5, dd mentions that gg's body double looks like him from the back. When gg says to choose him, dd says he's already chosen gg.

I was wrong! GG calls dd gouzaizai on 5.5 when DD refuses to return his bamboo flute. So there's 2 times documented of GG calling dd that.

At one point on 5.5, gg says to camera that he envies dd for being able to stay up late. Then he acts like he got caught saying something he shouldn't have. Not sure why.

On 5.7, when dd playfully betrays gg with the clans, gg asks if they can replace dd. The director says DD has charmed everybody already, while gg just starts repeating that dd is so handsome.

I was also wrong about there being no hostility towards WQ or her actress on set! On 5.9, during the shooting of GG in the Wen dungeon, he has an exchange with the director about a line having been removed that was part of the WWX/WQ storyline. GG asks and the director confirms that they've canceled that, and GG looks jazzed about it.

Later, on 5.11, when YB and GG are goofing around with the bow and arrow, they pretend point at the top of the waterfall and gg says, "And then WQ is over there. And then she's going to fall down from over there." Later saying, "And that's how WQ ends her shooting".

I'm guessing that the famous "delete it" scene may have been on 5.4. That scene talks about gg filming a WWX/WQ scene with the bunnies the next day, and there are 2 different bunny scenes filmed on 5.5 that we know of.

JL is hella flirty with DD! I didn't realize but the scene where it looks like dd's doing a "watching you" gesture (on 5.9) is actually JL mouthing "I love you" to dd. DD then jokingly stares and says "silencing spell" over and over.

On the same day, during the big clan gathering in the burial mounds post-timeskip, gg is studying his script, and dd puts his sword to JL's throat. JL then praises him in a weirdly flirty way. DD says "You said your inner thoughts out loud" and JL says "So be it."

Also in random dd moments, on 5/22, DD tells JC that his purple robes are the most coquettish (骚) of all robes.

DD calls gg something that gets translated to "coquettish" or "flirty" a lot. Not sure if it's the same word he uses here.

All that said, after this, I'm honestly kinda attached to my theory that SOME significant development happened in GG and DD's relationship around 5/3 and 5/4. They are noticeably closer physically after that point.

#yizhan #bjyx #the timeline of ggdd love yue #prezzie for turtles #Gg said 'gay wwx or fuckit'#He had no patience for wq/wwx

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what i'm listening to 9/5/2023 (song notes under cut)

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Laura Les - Haunted: haunted. by laura les.

Laura Les/osno1 - ditch a body in the laundry (feat. Dylan Brady): i'll make no secret of it; i've been a sad little dog this past month. and this song is like PERFECT sad little dog soundtrack material (the whole ep is, and lots of laura's work if we're honest... but more on that later). there's this absolutely ice-cold novocaine hatred instilled in it, the kind of agony that stings the skin because the very action of having to exist as a physical animal hurts so bitterly. i'm really terribly obsessed with it and have also cried a lot to it and i really like the addition of dylan because while his part is short it's very good. links to this post also

House Of Pain - On Point: i lovvvve house of pain omg ^-^ their second album is kind of a cult classic and while idk if i'd say i like it better than the first, it's still real good. and this is a banger single. that horn riff? awesome. we did this one for videos night (which i am still planning more of!!) and it was fun. there is a little surprise slur moment in the last verse which is. y'know. but as far as the sound goes i think this is basically unparalleled, i could listen to songs that sounnd just like this forever and ever

Radiohead - How To Disappear Completely: did i mention that i was sad. bc i was. this was another song i turned to when lying in bed late at night and just really going through it. the idea of being able to disappear off to somewhere, anywhere that wasn't where i was...... well you get it. tears a gal up. it's almost like this is a good song on a good album or something

Madness - One Step Beyond: yeah okay a couple songs from the skaugust WILT stuck around. i just adore that fucking deep growly riff that comes in after the spoken intro, i can never ever get enough of it. and it's so danceable but still maintains that narstyness. good good shit i love ska so terribly much and especially the rockingest rocksteady beat..... of MADNESS

Nirvana - Blew: this should probably be higher tbh but it's close competition. despite remaining relatively unknown when held up next to something like about a girl, blew is SUCH a highlight from bleach (and i do really like bleach). the way kurt's voice lays over the main riff makes it so chunky and layered but it also feels dissonant, like it was accidental or improvised. every day i become slightly more of a nirvana fangirl.... there's worse things to be

Ada Rook - UNDERNEATH IT ALL: GOD i fucking love this album. it can be really dumb sometimes but it's so just. grrrrrrrrrh. ada rook is one of those musicians who just Gets It, i've often said that her music is the type of music i wish i could make. and the addition of ash nerve on this one creates that nice balance between abrasive screaming cyber rage and prettier clean sung choruses and harmonies. kind of the same effect the two achieve on angel electronics projects but i prefer the overall sound of this a lot

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard - See Me: does anybody have the video of that weird as fuck animation with this song over it....... i watched that and was like idk what to do with this but the song jams i wonder who this is. and i found it in the notes and was like ahhhh that makes sense. the glizzard. and yeah idk the descending melody that kind of quavers around the lead line is just really otherworldly and takes me in right away each time i hear it. it's cool

The Specials - A Message To You Rudy: i feel i've said pretty much everythingg i wanted to say about this song. it's just one of the catchiest damn things ever

House Of Pain - I'm A Swing It: hey they're back!!! this one doesn't stick in my head as much as on point but again the sound is just immaculate and there's always so many corny-but-actually-really-good lines. it also always interests me how much everlast referecnes rock musicians and the like. he knows the audience lol

laura les/osno1 - nothing just hanging out: less of a song really, but still so representative of that coldness that represents me. none of the cemetary stuff is gonna be available on spotify, those are my local bandcamp files, and i don't have an individual upload of this track on youtube nor the time to create one, so i just put in an upload of the full ep. just listen to the whole thing it's really good and not that long. but yeah sorry lol

Mark Morrison - Return Of The Mack: i think this appeared on a previous WILT but i mean. talk about the catchiest things ever!!!!

Crisis Sigil - Blood Semen Box-Elder: a favorite album cut from the new crisis sigil. this release my first proper exposure to the project and mannnn that shit is brutal. this one esp methinks. once again. rook music good

Nicki Minaj - Roman Holiday: was listening to this one because of worstsongever and being like whoever nominated this doesn't know shit. this slaps hard. i was never like especially a nicki fan but this just straight up goes. weird as fuck but that's kind of the appeal. if you want a REAL bad song, that will come later

The Front Bottoms - Au Revoir (Adios): no not this one!! well. maybe a bit. idk i like folk punk but never really cared about these guys that much? but i've met some people recently who do like them and was like yeah i could give this another spin. i do admittedly alwways think of the post that's like "this gif is silent but it still manages to sound like shit." it's not as deep of a song as it's probably supposed to be, but i still think there's something there. a lot of folk punk songs focus around character writing that acknowledge their flaws, including (and sometimes especially) the narrator and this is a good example without coming out and stating it. it piqued my inch rest

Roxy Radclyffe - Exemption's Dominion: i'll be real i don't exactly "get" what this song is about but it is freaky and cool. i was really interested to see the music video when it popped up in my subscriptions. the part of the song that does get stuck in my head is the little two-word pitchshifted phrases in one of the verses

Haggus - Uneducated Politician: someone recommended "mincecore" to me, and these guys in particular. weird as fuck sound but i think it's fun! maybe it's just the bad recording quality but the growls on this track in particular come out sounding reallll fucked up, which is what drew me to this selection in particular. still got a lot to learn about this whole scene but it's made it this far with me!

MC Boing - Car Song: tbh i don't tend to really like danny harle, i don't mind him but it's just not really my deal. this one got me, though, despite being dumb as all fuck. we are driving in a car car car car car car. mc boing indeed

Eminem - FACK: you did this to me, worstsongever (R.I.P.). it's annoying to me that i actually don't completely hate this thing.... it manages to be so stupid it loops back around to being funny for about a minute and then it just gets so old so quickly. but somehow still found itself stuck in my head :( many such cases

#i am on a fucking time budget rn i hope i didn't mess this up at all. it's rpobably fine #*char noises*#talking pop

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almondest · 2 years

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Pediatrician Zhongli checks on your son, unknown to him that he's the father all along.

"I detect no complications at your son at all. He's quite healthy, as per usual" your sons pediatrician, Mr. Zhongli said as he tucked back his stethoscope that was just previously used.

You softly smiled at him, mouthing a 'thank you' while opening up your arms to welcome your son who was approaching you with a big smile.

"You two look greatly alike, it's amusing to see." Zhongli complimented, staring into your irises with his arms crossed.

"Thank you Mr. Pediatrician, I see that you still are quite the charmer after all these years" you responded back, chuckling before bowing and completely exiting the room.

He smiled for himself, slumping his body back at his chair— Eyes closed as he heard faint noises from outside his clinic.

"Did you enjoy your monthly check up buddy?" Your companion and a childhood friend, Childe. asked your little boy with a wide grin plastered on his face.

As you watched the two bond, a hole deep in your heart that you thought was long forgotten came around again, the feeling of something missing would always linger on your mind. And that was keeping the secret you hid from Zhongli, it was making him think that the child was the fruit of you and Childes'. Rather than his.

Soft knocks were heard from a distance, causing your leisure time to cook dinner greatly interrupted.

With a sigh, you subtly let go of your apron, dusting yourself up tidy before opening the door for the unknown visitor.

In the back of your head, you least expected that the visitor would be Childe. As per usual— but to much dismay, it wasn't.

Rather, it was your sons pediatrician, and his father.

Maybe it was a sign, a sign to stop running away?

"Ah, Mr. Zhongli! What brings you here at a fine evening?" you ask, your eyes gazing from his build towards his dragon-like eyes.

"Don't you think we need to talk?"

Your eyes widened, all sorts of thoughts ran wild with just one word from him.

"I guess I shouldn't really run away from all these things after all..." you mumbled, his vision switching towards you, curiosity conveyed on his features.

"follow me"

You sat right in front of him, your hands clasped together as you tried forming words in your mind.

It was like a wave of nostalgia, as if the scene before you was just like before. Times where the two of you were talking about breaking up.

"listen-" the both of you started, quickly pausing as soon as you both heard each others voice.

"you go first." Zhongli offered, his gaze shifting to a near corner.

Mind clouded, fingers fidgeting, trying to look for perfect words to explain everything.

"-y son..."

His ears perked at the mention of her child, his mind entirely focused on what you're about to say.

"My son. There's something you need to know about him.."

His head was slightly tilted, his face was vividly featured in great confusion.

"He isn't Childe's."

"what?"

He didn't expect the sudden news. That the child he thought was his best friend and ex-lovers' kid , wasn't after all.

"You're the Father. His doctor was his dad all along."

So it was his.

"Ah..."

"-Once again, I've failed my responsibilities towards you. Didn't I?"

NOTE: this wasn't proofread, and may have poor grammar (English isn't my first/main language, and I'm still learning more thoroughly about the language, so apologies for that)

A/N: this is like, the second time I wrote for Zhongli, and I swear this will be the last. Also, I'm sorry if you might have been confused about this drabbles initial plot, i swear I'm going to explain it more thoroughly if you want ^^

#𔘓 ﹏ almondest's works #genshin drabbles #genshin impact #genshin fluff #genshin writing #genshin x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin zhongli x reader #genshin morax #genshin modern au #genshin rex lapis

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hiramaris · 2 years

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Dusk til Dawn

Part 8

Summary: Following Episode 9. And spoilers for Episode 10.

Author’s note: As Episode 10 is just released I just want to say heads up for those who are not yet finished. Completing the game without spoilers really made a difference, and as much as possible I want everyone to experience that. And for those finished, I’ll gladly welcome you to my domain where MC took a different route.

Disclaimer: I do not own Duskwood or any of the related characters. Duskwood is created by and owned by Everbyte Studio. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. I am not making any profit from this story. All rights of the original Duskwood story belong to Everbyte Studio.

Warning: Mentions of blood, suicide, violence, pedophiles, drugs, gun, murder, sex offenders, kidnapping

Gif by weheartit.com

"Yes!" Jessy exclaims. "Haven't you mentioned that name before?"

You hummed, maintaining a composed exterior while your thoughts raced with utter excitement. To say you were surprised would be an understatement. "I've been after Ted for a while now."

"How fitting!" She exclaimed, "I'm sure the missing file is that of the AMC Gremlin. And that Ted Madruga signed that exact file."

She hit the spot right on. "Which means he is the owner of the Gremlin." You turn to her with eyes lighting up like a child getting his gift on Christmas. "This is a very good find, Jess!"

"You really think so?" she asked, her smile matching your enthusiasm.

"Hmm, we finally bridged the gap between Hannah and Ted." You told her. But something is still missing. If it's not Hanson, it could have been Ted, but he's in prison. The reason why is still unknown to you. But it couldn't have been because of the murder of Jennifer because it would seem whatever the culprit is doing is nonsensical if the killer is already found.

"Ted must have stolen the file." She assumed. "Because it would have incriminated him!"

You hummed thoughtfully, a hint of skepticism in your voice, "possible, but Ted's in prison."

"He is?" she questioned. "How sure are you about that?"

You paused. You haven't really thought about it that often. Back then, you were satisfied with Jake's findings about him. Plus, Lilly has already traced him all the way to prison.

“Based from what we gathered, we know he’s in prison,” you answered truthfully. “But right now, I’m not so sure.”

But you're sure it got to mean something. If Hannah ran over Jennifer using the AMC Gremlin that Ted owns, will that be the reason he's in prison? And the reason she tried to contact him is to admit the crime she did.

"Maybe he just sent someone else to steal the file for him?" You were snapped from your silent stupor when she spoke again. And then she added, voice cracking for a bit, "Y/n... is this why Richy has to die?"

Grabbing her hands, you shook your head. "He's not dead, Jess. We're going to find him, okay? Richy's strong. He's got to be with Hannah." That was the mantra you kept repeating in your head. As long as there's no body, you will refuse to believe he's dead.

You spent the next few minutes calming Jessy down, and probably yourself, too. As of now, Richy is still a sensitive topic for both of you. And you still can't erase the image of his blood coming out of his mouth, asking for your help and you have no choice but to watch.

"Hey... I need to discuss this with Jake first." You announced after a while. You're sure he'll find this information useful. "Will you be okay to watch over for a sec?"

"Of course." she nodded.

You squeezed her hands for the last time, smiling at her warmly. "You did really well, Jess."

She only smiled and squeezed back in appreciation.

Deciding to take a moment for yourself, you headed to the comfort room first, splashing cold water on your already pale and cold-to-the-touch face. Hopefully it would alleviate the persistent headache that seemed to have taken up residence.

Staring at your face on the mirror, you can't help but see your reflection staring back at you, with your face drenched with warm blood. It's been months since that incident happened and you can't seem to forget it. That day, you hoped it was actually your blood smearing your face, but it's not, and that's the horrible truth.

You shook your head to wipe away that memory, and all you can feel is the cold air against your damp face. No sightings of blood, only water.

Okay, focus on the task. You told yourself.

You stepped back outside the room and attempted to call Jake to share the news, but his line went straight to voicemail. You decided to let him be for a bit. He might be preparing some new leads you can focus on. You texted him the deets before pocketing your phone again. You went back to the room to find Jessy pacing back and forth. Seemingly nervous about something.

You approached her, worry drawing across your features. "Hey, Jess. You good?"

"Hey, Y/n." She looked startled, not expecting you to be back so soon. "You talked to Jake?"

"He's still busy," you replied with a casual shrug. "Anyway, are you okay? Something the matter?"

"Well, since you're already here..." she drawled on, tugging you towards the dresser. "I want to talk to you about something. Do we have time for that?"

That piqued your interest. Based on her behavior; sweaty palms, shaky hands and her twiddling her thumbs, and quivering lips, she is indeed nervous. But why?

"I know you're busy and all that but it's important— at least I think it is." She babbled, practically tripping on her every word.

She avoided your gaze, her eyes darting around the room. You gently caught her other hand, trying to get her to focus. "I can always find time for you. What's it about, hm?"

This time, she found herself looking at you. Her eyes held so much emotion in them that you were taken aback a bit. "Well, we can be open and honest with each other, right?"

"Of course, we can, Jess." You answered truthfully, not quite sure where this is heading. You chuckled, "What is it? You're making me nervous."

She groaned softly, using her free hand to cover her face in embarrassment. "This is harder than I thought. And..." she sighed. "It's not exactly good timing either."

"Hmm, well, we don't have much good timing around here but I assure you it's not bad timing right now." You smiled warmly, encouraging her to go on. "You can tell me anything."

"Well..." she chews the bottom of her lips nervously, and you found your eyes wandering there. You mentally shook your head when you found yourself staring at her mouth, and why the hell you are thinking how her lips would feel like if you kissed her then. "I know you already told me that you don't like Cleo like that, but about Lilly. I kinda noticed you two are okay now, and I'm glad about that."

"But?" You encourage her to continue, sensing that there's more she wants to say.

"But, I was wondering if you like her? Y'know? Like like-like," she laughed nervously. "Haha, I guess I used the word 'like' too much in one sentence, but you do know what I'm talking about, right?" She rambled, avoiding eye contact once again.

You find it cute when she asks things like this. You were definitely catching onto where this conversation was headed, making you nervous as well.

"Are you jealous?" You teased, a playful glint in your eye. You bit your lip, trying to hold back a grin as you watched her reaction. You couldn't help but notice her eyes briefly flicker toward your mouth, making your smile grow wider. "Of Lilly?"

"No!" Her denial came fast. It would have been a bit believable if the color of her cheeks aren't rivaling her hair right now.

"You're blushing," you poke her cheeks, which she immediately swats away. You tried to lighten the atmosphere. Because she literally has nothing to fear about. You were never discreet about your feelings, and neither does she. Everyone knows what you feel about each other. You, who are supposed to be the embodiment of neutrality; always side with her at every chance possible to the extent Jake has to remind you each time to be objective with everyone, including with her. And she, the ever short-tempered redhead only ever calms down when you tell her to. "You're pretty cute when jealous, Jess."

"Just answer, okay?" She folded her arms, attempting to look indignant but failing miserably as her cheeks continued to burn bright. "And stop smirking!"

"Well, Lilly's a nice girl. A bit feisty but I guess that's a part of her personality." You told her, deciding to be serious now. To be honest, you don't have any idea why she'd thought you liked Lilly. You never liked her that way, not because you both started as enemies, but because you just never see her in a different light. Plus, Jake will probably kill you if you even dare to try and hit on his sister. "I see her as like my sister. She reminds me of my little sister back home. Why'd you ask?"

"Well..." She hesitated, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her blouse.

"You can tell me, Jess. You don't have to worry."

"I'm a bit scared to ruin our friendship, Y/n," she admitted bashfully, looking at you. Indeed you can see the fear in her eyes, and you want nothing more but to smooth the crease of worry across her forehead. But you also know how important this is for her. So, you opted to encourage her by flashing her a nice, warm smile to wash away whatever doubts she's feeling right now.

"Not gonna happen." You declared with finality. "Whatever it is you're gonna tell me, you're not losing me."

That must have been what she's been waiting to hear. From the look of uncertainty to determination. You waited patiently on what was about to happen. You had an idea, but you don't really want to set expectations for yourself.

She closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, and then blurted out "I have feelings for you, Y/n." This time, she opened her eyes, pure honesty and adoration dancing across them. "Like a lot. Pretty strong feelings."

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as her confession sank in. A rush of emotions flooded your chest, and you found yourself struggling to form coherent thoughts.

"You mean..." you managed to utter, your voice a mix of surprise and realization. "more than friendship?"

This woman, this incredible person in front of you, just said she likes you. A part of you before thought she was just being friendly with all the times you and her flirt back and forth. Hearing her say this wiped all your remaining doubts about yourself.

"Yeah..." she breathed.

You look down at her, and she stares back. The hypnotic swirls of brown and green in Jessy's eyes are stark and profound. At this close proximity, you can make out specs of gold in them reflecting the illumination of the lights. It almost reminds you of the setting sun, summer infused with a bit of spring. They remind you of forest and gentle flowers, allowing you to rest and breathe. You only then noticed the barely noticeable freckles dusting across her cheeks, and how they complimented her hazel eyes well.

You can't practically hide the adoration spreading across your features right now, but it doesn't seem that obvious to Jessy who was waiting for a response from you.

She carefully watched your expression, her brows furrowing as she saw a flicker of surprise in your eyes. Her face fell. Her hopeful expression began to waver, and disappointment crept into her features. "You see? Really bad timing! But it's always a bad time somehow."

Worried that she might be reading your reaction wrong, you swiftly reached out, your hands instinctively finding their place on her hips to steady her. "Hey, hey. Hey now. It's not a bad time, Jessy."

"What do you mean?" Your cheeks burned a bit by the close proximity, but she didn't seem to mind. "So, do you... like me back, or?"

"I have pretty strong feelings for you, too." You whispered as if it was some sacred secret you kept for a long, long time. "Really, really strong feelings."

She blinked, clearly taken aback by your response, her blush returning full force. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'," you echoed with a soft laugh. "So, no need to be jealous of Lilly, alright? It's always been you, Jessy."

She let out a contented sigh, and without hesitation, she nestled herself against your collarbone. Your arms instinctively wrapped around her in a protective embrace, tucking her under your chin, and you wonder how you two seemed to fit like some sort of puzzle piece. Her warmth almost lulled you to the rest you achingly want to have. It made you think about how can you crave someone's touch whom you have never touched before.

"You don't know how I'm so relieved to hear that. I really, really haven't felt this way in a long time." She confessed in a mere whisper. "My last relationship didn't go so well, you know?"

"Would you like to talk about it?" You ask tentatively, afraid it's still a sour topic for her.

"He..." she paused, her voice faltering slightly, "cheated on me. After a three-year relationship."

"Name please, so I can punch whoever the bastard is." You joked half-heartedly and her giggles slightly rumbled against your chest. Though you took note of this conversation if ever the name of the idiot arises out of her, you'll definitely be smacking the living daylights out of him.

"Haha, you sounded like Dan just now," she teased, her laughter laced with warmth. "Don't worry, you might cross paths with him if you stay here in Duskwood longer."

"How did you find out?" You asked once more.

"He confessed it to me." You noticed her grip on you tightened a bit. "The day it happened."

"Wow," you can't help but remark in annoyance. "Did he expect some sort of reward for doing the bare fucking minimum?"

"He also apologized and said it meant nothing," she chuckled dryly. "That it was nothing but a mistake."

"Yeah, as if." You scoffed. This only adds to your growing list of reasons why you have to beat him up. "It always means something."

"I was stupid enough to believe him." She shook her head a bit like she can't believe she'd do something like that. "The following weeks were horrible. I was torn apart. I really wanted to forgive him. But it hurts so much."

"It's difficult to forgive an affair." You whispered.

Cheating is a matter of choice. There's no valid excuse in this world for it. For you, if you don't like your partner anymore, why can't you just be honest with it? Because selfish people like them want the best of both worlds. They only care for their own satisfaction, not for their partners, and definitely not for others.

You plant a gentle kiss on her hair to soothe her growing nerves. Even though she'd move on, it would still be difficult to talk about it, especially something like that. "You left him though, right?"

"I wish I had, Y/n." Jessy looked up at you, her eyes wandering, searching for something in your face. "Instead, I held on to our relationship but we just argued all the time. Because of everything. Until one day he just didn't come back. I guess," she sighed, "he realized that his mistake did mean something after all."

"I'm gonna punch him hard. I'll even take Dan with me." You declared, anger rising in you. It wouldn't really be bad to take Dan with you. You're sure he wants to give the cheating fucker a piece of his fist, too. "Anyway, do you know who the girl was?"

She shook her head. "I don't want to know. You know how small Duskwood is. So, I'm pretty sure I know her. And I was scared her name would be burned into my head forever."

"That makes sense." You hummed. "I'd still like to punch your ex in the face though."

"Haha, I think he does deserve a punch or two." she giggled a bit, and you're glad she's smiling again. You didn't like seeing anything but happiness in her. "Has anyone ever hurt you like that?" she questioned innocently, curiosity thick in her voice.

That question almost made you lose your smile, but you tried to keep it in place but still failed. No one had ever hurt you like that, and you were determined to keep it that way. But the thought of you hurting someone else? That was a different story. There were too many instances to count, but only one ranked to the very top and the only thing you regret doing. That horrible moment coming back to you like a fucking harbor wave.

"I've hurt someone before..." You confessed quietly.

She held your cheeks with gentleness. "I think you're incapable of such thing, Y/n."

"I couldn't protect her, Jess." You shook your head, lips quivering. "She... died because of me." You let out a harsh breath. Swallowing down the accumulating sob in your throat. "That's why I was so keen on going here after you got attacked. I can't afford to make that mistake again."

Imagine the panic you felt that time to the point Jake has to talk you out of it when you were already ready to pack your shit and go to Duskwood.

"I'm sure it was never your fault, Y/n," she whispered, her fingers tracing a soothing pattern on your cheek. You wanted so badly to believe her.

To tell her everything but it's too risky. But you couldn't, at least, not right now. There's too much at stake already but at the same time, you wanted to tell her the truth. You want to give her you're all even if you don't have it. When Jill died, it's as if you died alongside her. You couldn't do anything but blame yourself. You kept this wound for as long as it became a scar.

You fear the same would happen to Jessy, and you wouldn't know what the hell would you do if it happens for the second time around.

"But it felt like it is," you murmured. Your fingers instinctively reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, your touch gentle and affectionate. "I have never felt this way for a long time, Jess. You made me feel like I can protect someone again. That I have someone to treasure."

It's true. After losing Jill in such a manner, you have convinced yourself that you couldn't protect anyone. So, you closed off to anyone that dares to try to get to you. Hell, you even wanted to quit your job. What's the point of saving others when you couldn't even save the person you cared the most about?

When you joined the group, you tried hard to stay aloof as possible, not believing you can actually solve this case. But when Jessy starts believing in you, it made you feel things again. That someone, despite not really knowing you that well, believes in you unconditionally. You tried to deny what you felt for her is just merely adoration, nothing else. But you couldn't fool yourself anymore.

"The first time I felt it," you went on. "I was afraid to act on my feelings because I thought you have something going on with Dan."

She was surprised at the mention of him. But you wanted to address the elephant in the room. It's pretty much obvious to everyone the silent rivalry going on between you and Dan. You're just both too headstrong to actually mention it, and decided to resort to sarcastic remarks to each other that is entirely not that insulting though. He has become your pal after all, and you like to assume that's what he sees in you, too. That's why both of you never actually showed hostility with each other regarding fighting for Jessy's attention.

"He's... a different story," she sighed, her gaze shifting as if lost in thought. "There's nothing going on, really. You already know we're all childhood friends, and he's just really overprotective of us girls. He began pursuing me after my ex and I broke up. But I wasn't really ready for any relationship, and then you came. And you make me feel like it doesn't feel bad to fall again anymore."

"Because I'll be there to catch you," you said, tucking a loose lock of red hair behind her ear. "Thank you, Jessy, for telling me this. It was never a bad timing when I spend time with you."

She smiled at that, making your lips quirk upwards as well. "I can't wait for all of this to be over, Y/n. I want to recreate that date with you. I'm sure the others will also want to spend time with you after this."

"Well, that depends if Miss Jessica Hawkins is willing to share me with the others." You wiggled your eyebrows.

"I don't really do sharing." She told you with a straight face before letting out a soft laugh. "Just kidding, of course, I'll let you spend time with them, as long as I'm included," she said with a wink.

"Well, I wouldn't mind having you by myself." You flashed her a charming smile.

She chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. "Hmm, I might consider it if you promise not to flirt with every girl you meet in Duskwood."

You feigned offense, placing a hand over your heart. "Me? Flirt with other girls? Never!"

"Oh, I believe you," she teased back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But just in case, I'll be keeping a close eye on you."

"Deal," you replied, pretending to zip your lips with an invisible key. "You've got my word, and I promise to be the most well-behaved investigator you've ever seen."

She laughed, the sound like music to your ears. "We'll see about that."

Seeing her like this, all happy smiles and grinning eyes, for a second you thought that maybe, just maybe, everything will turn out okay.

Looking at the hazel eyes you have learned to love over the course of days, you realize you wanted to see them for the rest of your lives. This isn't exactly what you pictured yourself to meet her personally but that doesn't stop you to be enchanted by the mere presence of Jessica Hawkins. And you note to yourself that once this is all over, you'll give her the date you promised her before.

She stares at you for a minute, eyes searching for something in yours. And as if she finally found it, a small, tentative smile crept over her features. Her smile has always been your favorite. It's far by the prettiest thing you have ever seen in your life, for it extends to her eyes and deep into her heart. It was a rare sight to be seen and you always made sure to capture it with your own eyes.

Your eyes never left her own ones, unable to look away.

What was once a heart pounding like a drum in your chest, fast and hot in an uneven rhythm is now a heart steadily beating. It no longer feels like storms of uncertainties colliding in the middle of the ocean.

This love is calm and silent.

"Hey, um, would you mind if I..." she hesitated, her eyes wandering down your lips and then back up to meet your gaze.

"If you what—" you started to ask, but before you could finish your question, she closed the gap between you, eyes half-lidded. Like some sort of magnetic attraction, you find yourself drawing closer, her lips meeting yours in a gentle, tender kiss. It was like a spark igniting a fire, and all the worries and doubts seemed to fade away at that moment.

You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. Her lips were soft and warm and you can literally feel yourself short-circuiting. However, the tingling of your stomach and pounding of your heart so violently against your chest like it wants to come out didn't stop you to pull her closer to you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, but the smile on Jessy's face said it all. "Wow," she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness.

“Yeah,” you can only chuckle at her choice of words, staring back through drooping eyelids, seeing red dusting across Jessy’s cheeks. Your eyes wandered back to her lips, and then you met her gaze again. "Wow," You murmured with a dopey smile.

Lips still merely inches from yours, she breathed, “I adore you, y’know?"

“I adore you.” You whispered back, capturing her lips once again. "You."

~~~~~

The peaceful moment between you and her was shattered once again by a persistent notification from your phone. It felt like the universe was conspiring against your happiness, making every effort to interrupt your time together.

You had the temptation to silence your phone but you can't. Every notification right now is of utmost importance. But you cannot help but sigh, your moments with her are always being interrupted.

When you opened the notification, you saw an unknown person had added you and sent a link. Without thinking, you immediately pressed the attachment leading you to a footage of Hannah and Richy.

Your heart sank at the sight that greeted you.

Jessy must have noticed the sudden change in your expression. "Huh, what is it?"

"You have to see this," you managed to say. You're speechless. Just what the fuck? Both of them seemed unconscious, hands tied behind their back with a duct tape attached to their mouths. Seeing them treated like some sort of animal made your blood boil.

"Oh, my God!" She gasped. "They're both alive!"

"The others have to see this, shit." You fumbled over your phone. Immediately forwarding said attachment to the group.

"What the fuck is he planning now..." you murmured. This is an unpredictable move from Hanson. What is he expecting to get from this footage? That the others will barge in where he kept the two?

"We can save both of them, Y/n," she said beside you, feeling a bit more hopeful now. "They're both alive."

"Yeah..." You agreed, but you can't help but doubt, "but what the hell is Hanson planning now? Sending us this video?"

"It is?" Jessy turned to you.

"Yeah, it said so in the domain." You replied, pointing her the video on her phone. "And you can also see the time in the bottom left of the corner."

From the looks of it, they looked dosed, but you didn't want to jump to conclusions without more information. You knew that alarming them in their current state could potentially make the situation even more dangerous.

"Y/n," Jessy captures your attention again. Her entire demeanor has changed compared to her relaxed state before. You assumed seeing both of them alive arises the hope and motivation she thought she'd lost. "Can you send this to Alan? If he sees this I bet he's gonna want to help us again!"

You nodded, "Yes, I think I should." You sent him the attachment immediately. You waited for him to go online but unfortunately, he didn't. You cursed softly, "damn, he's not coming online."

"Oh, no..."

You immediately went back to you conversation with the chief. You had already sent him the link but he hasn't replied yet.

"Uhm, Y/n." You felt a gentle tug on your clothes, and you turned to Jessy with a quizzical look. "There's something back there."

"What?" Without hesitation, you moved to her side, tugging her slightly behind a dresser to remain hidden from any potential outside observers. You couldn't risk being seen by Hanson or anyone else at this critical moment.

"There, you see it?" She pointed towards the window, and you squinted your eyes in an attempt to recognize what she was referring to. The darkness outside made it challenging to make out any details, but there was indeed a faint light source in the distance. It was so dim that you were not sure what you are looking at. "I'm not sure if it's in the forest or on the road. It's too dark, and far away."

"Shit," you murmured under your breath, your mind racing with possibilities. "Do you think it's him?"

"I don't know." She answered, unsure, typing harshly on her phone. You assumed she was updating the group on what you and her have scouted from afar. "It's really hard to tell. It looks like a lamp or something."

"No, I've seen the road leading to the cabin earlier. It's a dead-end. Whoever that is on the road, I'm sure they're headed right to us," you said, your voice tinged with rising alarm.

"It looks like this lamp is heading towards us."

As if on cue, the light that was barely noticeable at first began to grow brighter until suddenly, it went off. "Shit, the light's gone."

"That's probably Michael..." Jessy tried to steady her shaking breath, attempting to suppress the panic that threatened to overwhelm her.

Indeed, the light had drawn significantly nearer. Fear enveloped you like a palpable, living force, paralyzing your senses. It felt as though a bloodthirsty beast had wrapped its claws around you, holding you captive in its grip. You're not necessarily scared by him, but the fact you might fuck this up.

"There, again!" Jessy's voice trembled with fear as she pointed out the light source. Her panic was contagious, and you couldn't help but feel the surge of anxiety yourself. "Y/n, it's a lot closer than it was before!"

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to regain composure. You couldn't afford to succumb to unnecessary fear. You shouldn't be scared of anything. Despite being inactive for so long, you're still Dolos. And criminals fear you.

You typed a brief message to give the others a warning. You cannot afford to lose your position right now.

Taking a deep breath, you knew that drastic measures were necessary. You grabbed your backpack from the couch and returned to Jessy's side. You have to take offense now before he does. Plus you have the advantage as he really doesn't know you're here.

"Jess," you held her cheeks. You knew she won't like this idea, but you have to emphasize how important this is. "You have to stay here. I'll look outside."

"No!" As expected, she didn't like it one bit. She shook her head, adamant to make her point across. "You're not leaving this room, Y/n. I need you to be safe."

"And I need you to be safe," you countered firmly. "All of you. We can't afford to lose anyone, and I won't take any risks with your safety. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

The sudden darkness caused you and Jessy to gasp in surprise. Cursing softly under your breath, you realized that this was an unfortunate time for a power interruption. However, when you checked the group chat, you discovered that Thomas had shut down the fuse box as Dan thought it might provide an advantage.

Both of you hurriedly made your way toward the window. Jessy initiated a video call to alert the others, her voice trembling with urgency. "Y/n he's really here! There! You see him? He's right in front of us!"

Fuck, it's pitch black out there but you can clearly see the man without a face in flesh, and it sent shivers down your spine. He's carrying the lamp with him, illuminating the mask you saw when he attacked Jessy. That slight fear turned into an unidentified anger when you remember that night.

Fucking finally. You can't wait to hand him over in cuffs. And possibly beat him to pulp if you were given a chance.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"It looks like he's waiting."

"Shit," Dan muttered under his breath, his impatience getting the better of him. "That's not enough. I can't hit him from this distance."

"You have to wait, Dan," you reminded him firmly, trying to keep him focused and patient. "If you miss this shot, he'll know you have a weapon."

"It's exactly with her," Lilly found herself saying in a barely audible voice. "This is exactly what Hannah said. That there is a man standing by the edge of the forest."

"Yes, Lilly." You hummed. "You're right."

"He turned off his lamp. Y/n, I can't see him anymore!" Jessy's hands held onto your shirt in a vice grip. You can't see her properly but the way she struggles with breathing is enough to tell you she's frightened to the core.

"It's so dark..." You say in a low voice. Your hand reached for hers, finding her clammy palm and holding onto it gently, trying to offer whatever comfort you could in this unsettling situation. "He could be anywhere."

"Well," Thomas prompted. "What do we do now?"

"Stay in your positions," Dan commanded. "He's gonna try coming in any second now."

A message from Dan suddenly pops out, surprising you a bit. And you wonder why the fuck is he messaging you now in the most importunate time.

You might just have an idea about what's it about but goddamn it's not the best time to discuss it. And you know where this is going. Like 'whatever happens to me yada, yada, yada.' Like you'll fucking let anything happen to anyone of them.

He wasn't able to reply no more as Thomas alerted everyone that as of now, Hanson is on the porch. And after that, things just escalated.

You should have probably predicted what will happen next. Thomas and impulsive ideas just coexist with one another. And if you're gonna add crude reasoning, it's generally not gonna be a great mix.

Guess what? The idiot wants to go out there.

"Don't even think about it, Thomas." You said in a firm voice.

"I can catch him unaware." Once again, he's not listening.

"Dude, no."

"But he can't see me." He insisted and you fought the urge to smack him upside down.

"You don't know that." You countered back.

"I can see him too."

"Cleo, don't even encourage him." You want to facepalm so bad. Are you and Dan the only ones who actually think this is a bad idea?

"If he turns around now and leaves, that was it!"

"Thomas," this is the only time you heard Dan call him by his actual name, and you knew he's pissed as hell. "Seriously, I'm WARNING YOU."

As if not hearing anything, he left the call. Cleo also left and declared she'll try to help, and Lilly soon followed her.

"Oh, fuck it." Dan also left, ending the call effectively. It's only you and Jessy left, and god knows where the hell is Jake.

"Goddamn it!" The whole position is screwed thanks to Thomas. "They all went outside!"

With no one guarding the entrances, Hanson can easily navigate around the house without them noticing him, especially since the whole house is pitch black. He can easily attack them from behind and they'll never know.

You've easily seen how this kind of situation ends before and damn, you're all screwed in all ways possible.

"What do we do, Y/n?!" Jessy is pretty much freaking out just like you, but you're trained in being composed at all times.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to gather your thoughts and devise a plan. But with no other viable options, you're afraid you have to use your ace now.

"Jess," you gently held her shoulders, making sure she looked into your eyes, "listen, I have to go out there—"

Her eyes widened in alarm as she interrupted, "you're just going to do the same thing! It's too dangerous!"

"You have to trust me. I'll be safe. I'll keep them safe, too." You tried to assure her. If anyone is actually suited to defend anyone, it would be you. "But I want to make sure you'll be safe here first, okay?"

Assuming Hanson is already in the house, you cannot leave her here all alone, not until you know she'll be safe here. You cannot bring her with you, it's not safe, too. She's not a damsel in distress per se but you couldn't afford to risk her safety.

"Okay," she let out a shaky breath. "I trust you, Y/n..."

You gave her a gentle smile, appreciating her trust in you. "Lock the door when I leave. Don't open it to anyone other than me and the others. And not until you hear our voice." You told her. "Promise me you won't leave the room."

"I..." She almost hesitated, but give in eventually. "promise."

You pulled her into a tight embrace and she waited for no second to wrap her arms around you as tight as she could. Like if she holds you too loose, you'll slip away. You planted a soft kiss on her forehead in the most loving and caring way you could muster. If it's for giving her reassurance or for something else, you're not entirely sure. But at the moment, it feels like it's the right thing to do.

"Are you with me?" You asked softly.

"I am. Always, Y/n," she whispered, gripping your shirt a little bit tighter. "Please be safe."

"I will." You promised as you leaned in and gave her a quick but tender kiss on the lips. “Please be safe as well, Jess. I'll come back soon."

Leaving her in that room has probably been one of the hardest things you've ever done. When you heard her trying to silence her cries, not wanting to be heard by you almost broke your resolve but you got to keep going.

This is for her as much as this is for everyone.

The sound of the door locking behind you brought a slight sense of relief. At least that way, you knew she is safe. Now, in the darkness, you could fully embrace your skills and training. Stealth and darkness were your allies, and you moved through the area with grace and precision.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, allowing you to navigate the space with ease. From your bag, you retrieved the familiar item, holding it firmly in your hand. It has been a while since you used it, it still felt familiar as ever, not too light, and never too heavy.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you carefully descended the stairs, your eyes scanning for any signs of forced entry or unusual sounds near the front door. The house seemed eerily silent, and you couldn't shake the feeling that danger was lurking just outside.

In the dining room, where Dan was supposed to be, there was no sign of him. However, the open balcony door indicated that the others might have used that as an exit. You took a deep breath, steadying your nerves before venturing outside.

Guided by the soft moonlight, you cautiously stepped onto the deck, trying to make out any movement or signs of your friends. The tension in the air was tangible, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency to find them quickly.

As you scanned your surroundings, the deck appeared empty. Your instincts led you to the porch, where Thomas had last seen Hanson. But to your surprise, there was no sign of anyone there, except for Cleo and Thomas's parked cars.

A knot of dread formed in your stomach.

"Where the hell are they?" You questioned yourself. It's far too quiet, and that only adds to the growing eariness you feel.

You decided to went further down the cabin's ground floor. The house is not that big of a mansion to get lost in so it's quite impossible for you to miss him or the others. You can't even find Dan for Pete's sake! And he's still in a wheelchair. He can't possibly move floor to floor.

Your blood went cold when the sound of Jessy's scream tore the silence of the night.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Hanson's not anywhere in your perimeter, and if he's not with Thomas and the others, he probably got Jessy. Adrenaline shot all throughout your veins as you ran fast with purpose. God, why have you been foolish leaving her alone? If something were to happen to her, you will never forgive yourself.

You sprinted back to the cabin with urgency, your mind racing with the worst possible scenarios. As you burst into the cabin, the sight that greeted you filled you with horror. There he was—the man without a face, standing before you.

Jessy lay on the floor, desperately trying to escape his grasp. You assumed she went out of the room and came looking for you guys, and was surprised by Hanson appearing at the front door. You thought that was sealed tight, how the hell did he get inside?

Hanson has got no time to be surprised by your presence as you point your gun and pulled the trigger with no hesitation. It didn't manage to hit him in the desired location you want to shoot him but you're sure you were able to graze his arm with your bullet. Another shot soon followed but it didn't come from your Glock. It was Dan!

Though he wasn't able to hit him as Hanson scurried away like some sort of coward. You wanted to run after him but you wanted to make sure she was okay.

Despite her shock and confusion, she only shook her head at you, "follow him, Y/n!"

You hesitated but decided to follow suit, and nodded in understanding. As you went outside, gun held close to you, you saw him running inside the forest, clutching his side for dear life. You debated going after him but it would be too dangerous. Besides, that bullet you have with you has a chemical infused to it that can paralyze a person within 5 minutes after being shot. He won't be able to return to Hannah and Richy anytime soon.

You sighed. That was a close one. You let out a harsh breath. It didn't miss your eyes the confusion on Jessy and Dan's faces when you shot him. Now, you have to explain to the others why the hell you have a gun with you, and how you know how to use one just as you feared.

When you entered the cabin, noting the lights are on again, all eyes are on you. All of them are huddled at the table with Lilly assisting Jessy in drinking her water.

"What happened?" Thomas questioned you.

"Did you..." Jessy panted, trying to catch her breath. "Did you get him?"

"I did, I went after him but he ran away in the forest." You told them. You also told them about him being paralyzed any moment now, and killing Hannah and Richy will be will probably the last thing on his mind right now.

The group fell into a tense silence, their gazes shifting between you and the gun in your hand.

"I'm gonna address the elephant in the room, alright?" Dan broke the silence, his tone surprisingly calm. "Firstly, nice shot, Sherlock!" He chuckled, giving you a small nod of approval. "Second: Y/n, you've been carrying a gun this whole time? Why didn't you tell us?"

A moment of silence occurred. Everyone waited for your response. Each second passing makes your Glock feels heavier than usual. And you guessed this is probably the best time to tell them everything.

Now or never.

"Old habits die hard, I guess," you murmured, reaching into your back pocket and producing your badge. You placed it on the table, revealing the truth about your past. "I'm Y/n L/n," you began, "Agent Dolos of the Gamma Force."

The room fell silent, the revelation sinking in for everyone.

"Wait, what?" Dan's eyes widened in astonishment. "As in the Agent Dolos of the FBI?!"

"Yes, but not anymore.”

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A/N: Alright, sorry for the delay first of all. There's just so much going on with my univ atm 😣 but anyway, I hope this chapter will suffice. Some of you might be confused, but I assure you that whatever questions (especially on who Jill is) you have will be answered soon. Also, I'm editing the previous chapter as I've started to replay the game, and I saw that there are some things that I missed out on. My apologies also for the description of the cabin, I'm still quite confused about which room is located on which floor as I know that it's a two-storey house with a ground floor.

Anyway, thanks for having you here! :)

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Okay, I know i'm late AF asking but I have a MIGHTY NEED to know more abt your Assclass/Hazbin crossover!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OKAY I'LL SPILL AS MUCH OF THE TEA I HAVE

So it's been a long time since I've worked on it but I have made a lot of changes to it. I changed it to be a Koro-Sensei Quest/Hazbin crossover cause it fit better, specifically the KoroQ manga.

Plus it uh....gave me an excuse to write about my own triggers to cope

So big fat Trigger Warning real quick for -Death -"Sewerslide" -Starvation -Murder

So for some quick context, this AU is also sort of intertwined with my main Assclass AU, I'm Still Standing, which also features an OC of mine named MQ/Supaiku. MQ/Supaiku in ISS has a very close older brother and younger sibling like dynamic, and it goes for this AU as well. So Korosensei, aka Yellow Devil, died in the 2020s from starvation, if you've ever read the manga adaption of KoroQ, you'll understand why I chose this, especially considering starvation is a huge trigger for me BUT I cope with it by writing. He has a glowing X hologram like mark on his stomach that can be seen even through his clothes, which indicates his cause of death. He's insanely thin looking and has a scar over his eye from unknown causes.

Yellow is considered an overlord cause of his "Demon King" title in life, he has pretty much all the same powers as Korosensei did in KoroQ/AssClass, alongside psychic powers referencing the hallucinations he experienced in life when things were really rough. Despite his overlord status, he spends most of his time during the day continuing his legacy in life, teaching. He helps native born demon children have better education in Hell.

He's also physically entirely numb to hunger, making him susceptible to not knowing when he's overexerting himself. On top of that, despite his power, he's actually incredibly weak, can't use a much power at once without collapsing, and is nowhere near as physically or magically strong as demons like Alastor or Stolas.

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Supaiku, who's demonic alias is unknown, died in the 2030s after a 6 year long rampage induced by losing someone they considered their brother. They claimed to have died of an assassination at the hands of a hero to most demons they know of, but actually had died of a suicide attempt. They have three X marks on their body, one on their neck and one on each wrist of the first set of arms.

They were considered an overlord due to their association and now continued brother and sibling dynamic with Yellow, and is also quite powerful and considered stronger than him.

Supaiku's occupation is currently unknown.

Supaiku is easy to upset, usually by mentions of their life and Yellow's cause of death. They're also prone to extreme bleeding from their X marks, which can last for hours, and while it cannot kill them, it is a horrible experience. Supaiku has a very similar drawback as Yellow, except they are numb to exhaustion/tiredness rather than hunger.

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It's been such a long time since I've worked on this AU so this is all I can think of at the moment! But I'm totally down to DM you more about it if I can find more of my old notes!

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redacted-scp-antics · 1 month

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Looong text coming and please don't ignore the warnings!

I'm bored •^• so I've decided to ramble a bit about my characters. Starting with the guy who was created by myself to function as my own version of Bright. Please note that I'm not trying to attack anyone by using my own 963 version. It is just something I personally feel more comfortable with.

TW for mention of death and torture (NOT highly detailed, but take care). Also a manipulative relationship and memory loss.

-His name is Alkaios, he has no last name.

-Physically 29 years old. His real age is much higher but unknown. However, he existed long before humanity was a thing.

-He can NOT possess other people. Instead Alkaois simply regenerates.

-Is close to being immortal, but not completely. He can be killed, but so far, there are only very few who could take his life.

-Alkaios favorite color is turquoise.

-Adores rodents, especially chinchillas

-Works with MTF Delta-4 “Minutemen”.

-Suffers from recurring nightmares and has had many sleepless nights.

-He can creat tiny stars and sometimes gives them to others.

Alkaios is 1.80 meters tall, he is far from being buff but has some muscles thanks to his hard mtf training. They can be seen the most on his arms and legs. He can either be seen wearing his mtf uniform or simple jeans (preffering white, gray and black) a shirt and trekking shoes. During colder days, he is also wearing a peacoat and gloves.

Alkaois calls a silver-blue colored charm bracelet his own. It has different types of pendants. Two daggers, stars and crescent moons. This bracelet and a blue-silver colored dagger are his most important possessions.

He has the habit of shaving himself because he likes the smooth feeling. But doesn't mind body hair on other people.

His skin is light brown, he has bright green eyes, and his hair is black. It reaches down to the middle of his neck and is slightly wavy.

(Death and torture, manipulative relationship and memory loss are going to be mentioned in the following part!)

Alkaois is not a human, he is a part of an ancient species called the "starborn". His body is mainly made out of stars. As a Starborn he used to live inside a realm between the stars. His species was known for being kind and peaceful, preferring to avoid conflicts. For a long time, they existed in peace and were able to defend themselves from the few threats they had to face.

Everything in his life seemed to be alright until something happened that would change his life forever. Another species, the "Stareaters" attacked them, murdering almost everyone and leaving only five of them alive. He tried everything to protect his friends, but was quickly overpowered and forced to helplessly watch them all die.

During the destruction, he was eventually targeted by Carmient, a Stareater known for his cruelty. He was simply curious about how good Alkaois regeneration was. He destroyed his body and soul almost entirely, over and over again. Before finally deciding that he was done with his violent game. After attacking Alkaois one last time, he left and returned to his own realm. Due to the things he went through, his mind completely shut down, and he spent a long time period in a numb state.

Eventually, he regenerated again, far away from his realm. Having lost all of his memory, he wandered the place he found himself in. Before meeting the Foundation for the first time. Alkaois instinct took over, and he protected one of the agents from an attack. The Foundation expected him to die, and when he stood up again, they knew that he was not human. The agents asked Alkaois to follow them, which he did after a short moment of hesitation.

The Administration was already waiting for him. Making sure that the tests Alkaois went through were safe. He spend a while being closely watched by the Foundation especially the Administrator. Who at this time, was the only one who knew who Alkaois really was. However, Ascian decided to keep the whole thing a secret. He couldn't do it, Alkaois was already lost and afraid, and hearing what happened would have been too much in Ascians opinion.

Eventually, he joined the mtf and had many successful missions, making new friends among the Foundation personnel. He still suffered from his nightmares but felt happiness again, trying to see his future in a better light. This worked for a while before he met someone from his past.

Just like Ascian, Carmient had also noticed his return. At first, he just curiously watched Alkaois, before he decided to take action. Knowing that the starborn had lost his memories was amusing for him. This time Carmient approached him differently. He was kind and gentle, always understanding. Managing to slowly lure him in. It didn't take him long to make Alkaois fall in love with him. They spent months together, and for a while, Alkaois almost stopped caring about his memories.

He did tell Ascian that he had found a new friend, but he never mentioned any details. Up to this day, the Administrator deeply regrets not asking more questions and failing to protect him again.

Carmient eventually decided it was time to bring his new game to an end. He promised to show Alkaois what really happened and to make sure that he would finally understand his nightmares. Alkaois followed him into his realm. At first, everything seemed to be fine. Carmient showed him around, never letting go of his hand. After some time, Alkaois noticed something, the other people were staring at him in a strange, hungry way. They seemed to be mocking him. He was eventually unable to ignore this and asked Carmient for help. The stareater just smiled, offering to take him back "home" after he learned the truth.

Alkaois was by now surrounded by a large group of strangers. While listening to the person he loved so much, tell him what he and the others had done to his kind. Again Alkaois mind was starting to shut down. Carmient made sure that he knew that he was the only one keeping him alive and that a few simple words would be enough to bring him a fate worse than death. However, this time Carmient did not physically attack him. Instead, he escorted him back into the human world and waited until the Foundation picked Alkaois up.

By now Alkaois feels a deep hatred for Carmient and the rest of the species. Ascian has warned the Foundation about the danger they are all facing, and is more open about his own past. Trying to prevent everyone from being hurt.

#SCP Oc #963 Rewrite #manipulative relationship #tw: death #tw torture #tw manipulative relationship #tw memory loss

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vorpalquickblade · 10 months

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Soooo, I'm really bad about posting updates for MY writing, mostly because long periods between updates are a combination of me not being in a writing mood/not feeling Nephilim Witch (the only fic I'm currently posting) at the moment and then loosing track of how long its been and in those cases there's just... not a whole lot to say? I don't try to make excuses, the long periods between updates are almost always totally on me, and even when its something like me getting busy with IRL stuff it tends not to cross my mind to update here, and I honestly don't know if any of my fanfic readers will see this because of that, but who knows.

Anyway, mostly the long update wait on Nephilim Witch is due to the fact my brain lost interest in SAO completely for a while, so I really wasn't feeling Nephilim Witch or getting any inspiration for it. I'm posting THIS because while I intend to put the above part of this paragraph in my author's notes, when I was thinking about writing and updating recently I realized I was liable to mention that while the rest of it was totally on me, a bit over month of it wasn't, and then I'd want to explain and then I'd end up telling a summary of the story and rambling and end up with a long ass author's note that an unknown percentage of my readers wouldn't care about since it's about personal stuff and would just add a bunch in the author's note and bog it down.

Anyway! For a solid month of the time between the last time I updated and now, I was actually sick as fuck, admitted to the hospital, and then recovering at home. The short version is that I ended up with lesions in my brain, frontal lobe to be exact, and was in the hospital for 2 weeks then recovering at home. Never actually DID find out what was going on exactly since there was some errors and shit about lack of hearing back about test results after I got discharged and sending my reference to the wrong place for follow up appointments which never seemed to get cleared up. Buuut, my discharge papers called me "young woman with abnormal MRI suggesting ADEM" and I looked up ADEM as used in medical terminology and found that from my understanding it's basically when your body gets a viral or bacterial infection (or even rarely occurring when you get vacation shots) and the body flips the fuck out and overreacts like a drama queen, and since other then my recovery period I've been totally fine in the MONTHS since the hospital gave me treatment, while I'll be the first to tell you I'm NOT a doctor in any way shape or form, I'm gonna go out a limb and say they were right.

But MAN, was that a ride and a half in the hospital, of which me telling my dad that I think I needed to go to was a red flag all on its own since there's a long standing joke in my dads side of the family that if a member of his family is going to the hospital of their own volition that you KNOW shits serious. Case in point, no joke, my dad once tried to insist to his girlfriend that he was FINE and get up off the couch to go to work and literally passed out on his feet, and only didn't smash his head on the coffee table because she was strong enough to catch him and managed to get him to fall onto the couch instead of forward. When they got to the hospital, during check in they put one of those sensors on his finger to check oxygen levels, and the lady checking him in glanced over at the results after getting a few pieces of information, frowned and messed with it a moment, went back to getting information, checked again and changed it to another finger and just stared at the readout for a few moments before going "Nope! We can get you checked in later! You're going back NOW!" and unfortunately my family is stubborn enough in the "oh it's FINE its likely nothing serious, I'll get over it soon." way that it wasn't really... out of character for my family.

Anyway, when I went to the hospital, I was so out of it that when my sister visited my parents, who were almost glued to my bedside out of a worry big enough to get my mom to basically drop everything and come down from Washington (the state, not the capital, I live in Oregon, hence coming DOWN) to tell her that, no, the hospital had NOT given me any medication that was making me super loopy and out of it, that was just part of whatever was wrong with me at the time.

Not kidding about it being a RIDE at the hospital. No joke or exaggeration, I had 11 blood tests, a CT scan, 4 MRIs, and a SPINAL TAP, without even taking into account the normal stuff like an EKG or urine test. Hell, at one point they were seriously concerned I might have brain cancer and were telling me that while they were waiting for a few more test results, unless something changed, they were gonna drill into my head the next day so as to get a biopsy sample to see if it WAS cancer. The only reason it ended up NOT happening was because, as my dad put it, the neurologist I had came down the hall damn near skipping, and informed him that the results from my spinal tap had shown a certain kind of cell, that I'm absolutely spacing the name of right now, that's in the brain and spinal fluid and all of the ones in my spinal tap were healthy and doing their job and the chances of them being like that AND me having brain cancer while theoretically possible were astronomical enough that they'd canceled by brain biopsy, which is cool, since they didn't have to drill into my head.

So. Yeah. Anyway! I'm totally fine now, and that DID eat up over a month of my time, and it would be unreasonable as all hell to blame that month at least on me, though again, most of the period between updates is totally on me, either due to just not being in the mood to write, period, or my brain just not having any inspiration for Nephilim Witch in particular. Which is why even though it's the ONLY story I'm posting right now, I technically have 10 planned multi-chapter fics that range from having only part of the first chapter down so I have the premise on hand as well as a starting point if I feel up for that one in particular to.... um.... eight completed chapters and the beginning of the ninth making over 84,500 words in the fic proper... and another 16,000 of later scenes/notes...

But yeah, it took me WAY to long to get the most recent chapter out, I'm well aware of that, and mostly that was on me due to lack of writing inspiration, bring in the mood for it in general, or for Nephilim Witch in particular, but a solid month of that was NOT my fault.

#nephilim witch updates #nephilim witch #update

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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years

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(I apologize if this doesn't make much sense)

Can I have a blurb with Bo helping y/n with a panic attack?

If possible with the use of "Bo's gotcha"?

I've been having a lot of panic attacks lately where I get super shaky an overheated, an just kind of stare off while crying, an the thought of Bo calming me down has been helping them not last long but there bad when they hit...

Ooof I'm feeling this one hard tonight.😩 I'm so sorry you're going through this and I hope you feel better soon! I'm always here if you want to talk!💖

TW; panic attack, swearing, crying, shaking, emotional distress characteristic of a panic attack, mentions of rifles (I needed to give Bo something to do and couldn't think of anything; it's a very lazy plot device).

Please note that this was written first and foremost as a COMFORT PIECE, so any romanticism you may see within the experience depicted in this piece is UNINTENTIONAL. I've based this on the ask I received as well as my own experiences with panic attacks so it may not be relatable to everyone, but I hope it's generalised enough to be something that you can find comfort in.

AS ALWAYS, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO CODED LANGUAGE, "YOU" AND Y/N USED

I want 1234567890 of these forehead kisses please🥺🙏😭

Word count: 1, 342.

You had known when you had got out of bed this morning that it was going to be a difficult day. The trembling had started just as soon as your feet had touched the floor, your body full of anxiety and your mind overridden with fear of the unknown. How on earth you were going to make it through the day, you knew not, but you had to try. There were simply too many things to do around Ambrose and there was no time for you to worry about your emotions; they would come and go but the to do list would always remain, no matter how hard you worked.

You were fine...

... Until you weren't.

The shaking of your hands worsened through the day, as did your overall jumpiness. After the sixth time of making you jump in as many minutes just by walking into the room or tapping upon the nearest surface to get your attention, Vincent had gone to find Bo to tip him off about your deteriorating state. The youngest twin knew all the signs and symptoms of a panic attack and he was highly attuned to your distress. Ambrose was barely big enough for the three personalities which lived in it, so vibrant were they each in their own rights, so when one of you wasn't okay, everyone felt it.

When you became so shaky that your knees could no longer support you, you made your way over from the kitchen sink, where you had been staring out of the window, to the worn sofa in the living room. You had to sit down before you fell down, your breathing picking up just enough to catch Bo's attention, sat on the sofa was he cleaning his rifle. He barely glanced at you when you plopped down beside him, his icy blues trained on the television before you. There was some old movie on, one he had seen a hundred times before, but one he enjoyed mostly for its familiarity.

There was safety in the familiar, comfort, or there was supposed to be, but the quickening of your breathing was a familiar sound when you had woken up on a certain side of the bed and it was most definitely not comforting for the eldest Sinclair to hear. His shoulders stiffened and Bo turned to look at you, knowing before he did what he would find; you, staring off into space, crying and shaking like a damn leaf with your mind somewhere he couldn't follow.

Sometimes, Bo really fucking hated being right.

Your next breath caught in your throat and you tried to inhale, tried to take some more oxygen in, but you sobbed at the same second and seemed almost to choke, the strangled noise accompanied by tears pouring hot and fast down your cheeks as your careful facade crashed around you. You were shaking so hard that Bo's space beside you was moving, too, and you were almost bent over in half with the force of your crying. Bo wasn't as versed in medicine as his twin was but even he knew that that was negatively impacting your breathing.

"Whoa, hey," Bo put the rifle on the coffee table and turned to you, his knees facing you so that you knew he was wholly focused on you. "Easy, darlin'." His hands reached out somewhat awkwardly as he tried to move from the front so that you could see him coming towards you, but you were still staring off into space, your body trembling and you were clearly too hot. That was one of the physical symptoms your body displayed during a panic attack; a prickly heat spread across your skin and through your veins and it was usually one of the first signs you felt. The brothers picked up on your changed temperament, increased jumpiness and shattered nerves, but only you could feel the sickly rise in body temperature.

Bo's hands landed on your shoulders and the calloused pads of his thumbs rubbed circles there as he moved to crouch in front of you. "Can y'talk t'me, Y/N? What's the matter wit' you, huh?"

You shook your head and leaned forward, forward, until your forehead, so hot from the inside that you felt like your brain was cooking, so fried were your nerves, was resting against the sharp angle of Bo's collarbone. Your breaths were coming in harsh pants now and Bo was desperately trying to calm you down, his hands sliding down, down, until he was rubbing up and down your back in strong, rough but fluid movements. Up, down, up, down... you wrestled with yourself and actively focused on the movement of his hands. Up was an inhale, down was an exhale. It was something you had practiced before with him when you had had panic attacks and after the first time it had happened, when Bo didn't know how else to try to help you, he had rubbed your back and you had aligned his touch with your body in a way which was beneficial to you.

It had helped at that particular time and now with how frequent your panic attacks were, it was almost a tradition for you to match your breathing to Bo's touches. It was why he was so slow when he rubbed your back as he muttered the count Vincent had taught him under his breath. When a Sinclair was hurt, the other Sinclairs all pulled together to help out. It was how things had always been and would always be in Ambrose. If one Sinclair wasn't okay, all the Sinclairs felt it until such a time as whatever wasn't right had worked out.

"Shush, shush," Bo angled his head awkwardly as your breathing began to regulate so that he could press a kiss to your temple. "Shush, darlin', I got'cha. Bo's got'cha, huh? Yeah, y're all right. Bo's got'cha. Y'jus' focus on breathing, all righ'? Get some air into those beautiful lungs'a yours. Y'jus' breathe, honey. Bo's right here. M'not goin' anywhere, not so long as y're like this." Bo continued to say sweet nothings to you, but, oh, he meant every word.

Bo pushed forward into you so that he could wrap his arms around you into a hug when your breathing finally came down and you melted into him so much that he could feel your heart racing against his own. "C'mere, darlin', I got'cha." Bo stood, still hugging you, and moved himself so that he could sit beside you to resume his previous position to allow you to crawl into his lap and get yourself comfortable. Panic attacks took so much out of you physically that you usually napped right after, and Bo was always there for you for that, too. Hell, most of the time, he napped with you, for even in sleep, Bo would follow you.

He loved you too much to go somewhere without you, and that included those parts within you which tried to destroy you from the inside out.

"Tha - thank you, Bo. Fo - for staying. Thank you." You gripped him tightly, a gesture totally at odds with the uncertainty of your words and the dampness of your cheeks and Bo smiled to himself in relief as he felt you coming back down.

"Y'don't gotta thank me, darlin'," Bo scoffed and pressed a rough kiss to your forehead, his lips pressing so hard against your skin that you could feel the outline of his teeth through his lips. "S'what I'm here for." Pointedly did he lean back against the arm of the sofa and you took the invitation to lay across his body, wrapping your arms around him and getting comfortable. And if you fell asleep and Bo happened to drape a blanket over you to make you more cosy than you already were in the fleshy cage of his embrace, then who was Vincent to snap a picture from one of the many darkened, dusty corners of the house with which to tease his brother with later?

#bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair comfort #bo sinclair x you #bo sinclair x y/n #bo sinclair imagine #slasher fic #slasher community #slasher x you #slasher x reader #house of wax #house of wax imagine #house of wax x reader

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basiccortez · 2 years

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A Song Unknown: Chap 5

synopsis: what happens when the girl-next-door comes home after 3 years with a little boy who looks an awful like the boy in a band

note: finally an update! thank you for being so very patient with me. Also, keep sending in anons! They make me smile:) (even the unhinged ones) p.s I forgot that I had a playlist for my vibes:)

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of depression

A Song Unknown playlist

The thought weighed on her heavy. "Would TJ forgive me?" Sam has assured her that he would but Y/N wasn't convinced. She didn't even know where to begin to explain to a 3 year old that the man he thought was his father really isn't his father. TJ had never called Tayler "dad", he was always just Tayler to the little boy. Y/N guessed it was because deep down, TJ knew that Tayler really wasn't his dad. The two looked nothing alike. Tayler had blonde hair and green eyes, while TJ had the dark coffee colored eyes and curly brown hair.

Sam and Danny had insisted on spending her last day in Michigan with her, before she would be packing up to drive back to Nashville. Sam had told Julie about finding Y/N in the bath tub last night. Julie had talked to her daughter this morning, asking her if she would stay longer. But Y/N wanted things to get back to somewhat normal.

"What's your plan when you get back?" Julie asked her daughter as she prepared TJ's breakfast.

"Back to work," Y/N responded monotone.

"Have you talked to Tayler?"

"Yesterday morning,"

"And what did you say?"

"He's busy, working on the album. We've got a lot of things to get done. I've got a new talent coming in for their first writing session. I've got instrument recordings to accomplish, plus a new band coming in to finish their pre-write,"

"Y/N-"

"What?" Y/N snapped looking at her mom, "I need things to go back to normal. I can't just let this whole thing. . . derail my life,"

Julie nodded and handed Y/N a packet, "I had a collauege at the firm draft this. It's just a sample of what you might be hit with, I think it's best you read it over and ask questions on what you don't understand."

Y/N furrowed her eyes at the envelope in front of her, "Child Custody agreement? What... why would you give me this!?"

"Things are going to change whether you like it or not, Y/N. You'd be foolish to not prepare yourself for something like this. I put the number of a good attorney-"

"NO!" Y/N yelled startling the whole house, "Over my dead fucking body am I going to pull my son into this mess. Jake is just a fucking sperm donor, he's not a father!"

"You didn't give him-"

"Don't even finish that sentence,"

Julie looked appalled and set her coffee mug down, "I am not sure who the hell you're talking to, but remember, you're in my house. You might be a mother, but i'm still yours, young lady," Y/N bit her lip and turned away from her mother, "I know you made your choice for what you thought was best, and you know i support whatever you wanted to do, but Jake is now in the picture. He's a fighter and so are you, and you need to be prepared."

"He can't take him away," Y/N said, her voice cracking. Julie looked at her daughter, and saw the young scared girl breaking through her tough outer shell, "You know how messed up I was after dad. . . TJ gave me a reason to live. Jake can't fucking take my reason away,"

Julie rushed over to her daughter and held her tightly. Y/N had never told Julie about those first couple months she spent in New York. Y/N made the choice to go to New York after her father died a month before high school graduation. She couldn't stand being trapped within the four walls of the home his laughter once echoed through. Julie supported her daughter, even though it broke her to be alone, but she understood her. Everyone grieves differently and for Y/N, that was running to a new city.

"He won't take him completely away, but you'll have to learn to share. If you guys can work something out without going through the court, than that's great but just know if you can't. . ."

"I know," Y/N answered quietly, "I gotta take him his breakfast,"

Julie nodded and stepped aside as Y/N took the toast and oatmeal she had made for TJ and set it down on the table. She had prayed he didn't hear her yelling in the kitchen and that Sam and Danny had distracted him. Danny held the little boy on his lap, as they pieced together a puzzle and Sam was flipping through one of the children's books.

"Everything okay?" Danny asked when Y/N sat down.

"Yeah," Y/N said setting the plate down in front of TJ and kissing his forehead.

"He wants to come over," Sam said looking at the girl. Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I can take TJ to my parents house if-"

"No," Y/N responded, "He can come over."

Sam nodded and texted his brother that he could come over. Jake must have been waiting outside the front door, cause as soon as Sam put his phone down, his older brother was walking through the door. Y/N refused to make eye contact with him, as he walked over and greeted TJ. Josh sauntered in after him, and kissed Y/N's forehead, grabbing a seat next to her.

"How are you feeling?"

"I didn't try and drown myself in the bathtub," Y/N said, knowing exactly why he was asking.

"I didn't say that-"

"No, but that one did," Y/N said pointing at Sam. Sam held his hands up in defense and wiped the crumbs from TJ's face, "You plan on staying in jammies all day?" Y/N asked her son, who shot her a bright smile and nodded his head, "Nice try. There's the farmers market today, you still want to go and see if we can find that train you wanted?"

"Yes!" TJ yelled.

"Come on, big man, I'll help you," Jake said and picked his son up from Danny's lap. Y/N watched as they both walked out of the kitchen and ascended up the stairs.

"Are we going to act like you're not being fucking weird?" Danny asked.

"How am I supposed to act?" Y/N shrugged, "That's his son, I've already kept him away for 3 years. I can't keep him away any longer,"

"You also don't need to jump into playing house, either," Josh said and the other two boys agreed, "You're TJ's mom, his guardian. You tell Jake what's up, that there are ground rules. Just because he knows the truth, doesn't mean he gets to dictate everything that gets done. You have a routine and a life, you've had that established for 3 years. Don't let my brother bulldoze shit,"

"Josh is right," Sam said and grabbed her hand, "Don't let him control this situation. I know you want the bright, happy family picture, but don't let that be at the expense of your happiness,"

Y/N nodded, but felt like her head was swimming. She had her mom trying to prep her to share custody and the boys telling her to fight for it. She didn't know what was easier at this point, completely ignoring that Jake was even in the equation, or learning how to adapt to it. She hadn't even told Tayler the truth about TJ's paternity.

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"Okay, sharks or. . . sea turtles?" Jake asked holding up two shirts.

"Those are box turtles!" TJ said pointing at the shirt with turtles on it.

"Oh, my bad," Jake blushed, "So the box turtles?" TJ nodded and Jake helped him slip it on over his head. Jake pulled his shirt down and ruffled the boy's growing brown hair, "How do you like Nashville?"

"I love it!" TJ said with wide eyes, "Momma and Tayler take me to the studio. And sometimes Momma will take me to Memphis. I like music, Uncle Jake."

Jake didn't know his heart could grow any bigger with love for the little boy in front of him. Hearing his own son talk about his love for music was everything Jake could ever want. His mind filled with images of Y/N teaching TJ about the history of music and her favorite artists and instruments. TJ was like Jake, curious and eager to learn.

"I askeded Momma for a guitar for Christmas, and she said maybe, but I gotta keep learning piano first," TJ said, "I don't like playing piano with shoes on though,"

"Neither does Uncle Sammy," Jake laughed, "Uh. . . what about your daddy, TJ?"

"I haven't met him yet. Momma says he's really cool though, and plays a magical red guitar," TJ explained and went over to his suitcase and found a beat up composition notebook. Jake's breath caught in his throat at the sight of the notebook. He could remember clear as day Y/N carrying it around with a vice grip. The very words to many of their songs were down on the lines of the notebook. TJ pulled out an old polaroid of a red '61 Gibson Les Paul SG. TJ handed Jake the picture carefully like it would break.

"Momma doesn't know I took it," TJ whispered, "But she said it's my daddy's magical guitar."

Jake clenched his jaw, trying to bite back tears that filled his eyes. Jake could remember the exact day she took the photo, messing around with her new polaroid camera she had thrifted from a local thrift store. Jake had gotten annoyed with Y/N and Josh fluttering around the basement taking picture after picture, that Jake had yelled at her. He would never forget the look on her face as she was trying not to cry. She had left without telling any of them as the rehearsed, and left her camera on the coffee table. It was later after rehearsal that Jake found the series of photos she had taken, most were of him.

"TJ, I-"

"Hey, buddy! You ready to go?" Sam said bouncing into the room. Sam glanced at the polaroid in Jake's hand and the unreadable expression on his older brother's face, "TJ, why don't you go see what Uncle Josh is packing for lunches. I think your mom said something about a picnic in the park."

"You gots it Uncle Sammy!" TJ smiled and ran past him and down the stairs.

"I'm guessing you still have the others that go with that one?" Sam said gesturing to the picture. Jake nodded and fished his wallet out of his jeans. He pulled out one of the polaroids Sam was talking about. Y/N sat on Jake's lap, the red Les Paul resting on her thighs as she strummed some chords, bright smiles on both their faces. On the back of the polaroid in Y/N's faint, cursive handwriting it read: 'Light My Love'. "I don't know why you waited so long to make a move on her."

"I don't know either," Jake said shoving the polaroid back into it's home, "I just thought, I wasn't good enough for her, ya know. I was just Jake, the wannabe rockstar, and she was Y/N, the next editor of Vogue or some shit." Jake shook his head, "I wanted her to soar, to fly, to do whatever the hell she wanted. I didn't know at the time we would be doing what we are doing. Playing to sold out crowds all over the world. Hell, I didn't even think we'd sell out some of the small venues we played back in the day."

"You're a fucking idiot," Sam said, "You both are."

"Thanks, Samuel,"

"There's nothing you can change now, but be there for her as best as you can. You know how stubborn she is, she's not just gonna let you in with open arms." Sam explained, "It would be different if it was just her. . . but it's not."

"I thought I could just tell him," Jake said, "Tell TJ, 'Hey, I'm your dad,' but I couldn't. I thought it would be easy. They made it look easy in Star Wars,"

"Well clearly it's not, or Y/N would've told you 3 years ago," Sam said and Jake suddenly felt guilty for the way he reacted, "She doesn't hold grudges and you know that. She forgave that dickwad Cody for ditching her the night of prom. She'll forgive you too."

"When did you get so wise, baby bother?" Jake asked Sam, standing up from TJ's bed, "What do I do now?"

"Someone had to be the mediator between you two," Sam joked, "You just be there for her. You guys live in the same city, talk it out, set something up. Baby steps, Jake, don't try and do the whole house thing quite yet."

Jake nodded and Sam threw his arm around his big brother. Jake smiled and they both walked out of the room and down to the living room of the Parker house. Y/N looked absolutely stunning in a maxi white sundress, that made her skin look even more sun kissed than it already was. Her long black hair was tied up in a pony tail with a soft polkadot scarf. Jake thought she looked perfect, as she was kneeling down to put TJ's Birkenstocks on his feet.

"You went with the river turtles?" Y/N asked her son.

"Box turtles actually," Jake said walking over to them, "Little man already schooled me on the different turtles,"

"Uncle Jakey needs to study," TJ smiled and Y/N laughed. She kissed the little boy's cheek before standing back up.

"Alright, everyone ready?" She asked looking around the living room, "Who's going with who?"

"Danny, and Sam are coming with me," Josh said and Y/N nodded slowly.

"Looks like it's us and TJ in my car," Y/N said and Jake gave a small nod, "Okay, TJ, how's your head?"

"Tough!" TJ said and knocked on the top of his head. Y/N shook her head as Jake laughed, "Come on, momma! I want to find the train!"

"Okay, okay!" Y/N said and grabbed her purse and the little boy's hand as he bounded out of the house. Jake followed behind them. He watched over her shoulder as she buckled him into his booster seat, "You want to drive?" She asked Jake.

"Yeah, sure. The farmer's market on main?" Jake asked.

"Yeah," Y/N said handing him the keys, "But you're going to probably want to park on Elmwood. Main will be completely blocked off."

Jake nodded and climbed into the driver's seat of the car. Y/N turned on her aux, and then looked over her shoulder at TJ, "Any song requests?"

"Sugar!" TJ yelled and Y/N nodded. She found the song, cranking up the sound. Jake looked at the title of the song on her dashboard and laughed to himself. He looked in the rearview mirror and could see TJ shaking his head around, completely jamming out to the Fall Out Boy song.

"Am I more than you bargained for yet!" Y/N and TJ both sang loudly. Jake couldn't help the smile that flooded his face. His lips moved and sung along to the words of the song. Jake looked over at Y/N, who's eyes met his.

"Remember when we saw them in Chicago?" Jake asked over the music.

"And Sam complained the whole time, but sang every single word," Y/N laughed, "The best 18th birthday gift a girl could get,"

"First time I kissed you," Jake said and Y/N blushed, "Or you kissed me. I can't really remember, how it all went down. But right at the end of this song."

Y/N bit her lip as Jake found a parking spot. They both climbed out of the jeep, and Jake went to the backseat, to help TJ out of his carseat. He put the little boy on the ground, and TJ turned around and held out his small hand. Jake's heart swelled and held out his larger hand for TJ to grab on to. Y/N glanced at the two as they met her on the side walk.

"I kissed you," She muttered, "It was to shut that blonde girl with the horrible high lights up. She wouldn't stop talking about how hot and 'bangable' you were. So I did something about it,"

Jake smirked and at her, "Bangable?"

"Don't flatter yourself, Jacob." Y/N rolled her eyes and spotted the other three boys walking towards them.

The small group of them meandered through the busy Main Street. Living in a small town had it's perks, everyone seemed to participate in the weekly farmers market. You could find almost anything you needed and wanted from fresh produce, to home made honey. Y/N picked up some jams and honey that she planned on taking back to Nashville. She also grabbed some produce that her mom had on her list. TJ found several crystals and soaps he thought smelled good. Jake dug through record bins to find some that caught his eye.

Jake looked over at Y/N who was smiling brightly at a jewelry vender, her eyes locked on a pair of amethyst crystal earrings. Jake smiled at the vender he was currently at and handed him some money for the woven bracelet in his hand. He walked over to Y/N and gently placed his hand on the small of her back.

"Oh!" Y/N said startled, "Do you think your mom would like these? It's your guys' birthstone,"

Jake nodded at the pair of diamond earrings in her hand, "I think so. What about these, I saw you looking at them?" Jake picked up the purple gem stone earrings that Y/N was looking at.

"Oh, I didn't bring enough cash to get both,"

"I got them," Jake said, "How much?"

"Don't worry about it," The older lady said smiling at the two of them, "On the house. You know, Saint Valentine, the patron saint of all romantics wore an amethyst ring,"

"Did he now?" Jake asked, "Interesting,"

Y/N smiled and handed the lady the money for the diamond earrings. She wrapped up both sets of earrings before handing Y/N a cute gift back. Y/N and Jake walked over to where Sam was with TJ, deciding on which train he wanted to buy. Jake kept his arm around Y/N's waist, and she didn't seem to mind it.

"How's it going, buddy?" Y/N asked the little boy, "You hungry yet? I was thinking we could go to Hudson Park for lunch."

"Why? So you can go skinny dipping in the pond again?" Danny asked with a smirk.

"I was 17!" Y/N said holding her hands up in defense, "And you two," She said pointing to Danny and Sam, "Encouraged me to do it, and then took my clothes!"

"I, am the innocent one in this situation," Danny said and pointed at Sam, "The clothes idea was all him,"

"Was it not funny though when the cops showed up!?" Sam added.

"No!" Danny and Y/N both said at the same time.

Sam rolled his eyes and handed Y/N the toy train that was in his hands, "We couldn't decide between the green one or the orange one, so we got both."

"Yeah!" TJ exclaimed, holding up the orange train in his hands, "Uncle Sammy got them for me!"

"What do we say?" Y/N asked her son.

"Thank you, Uncle Sammy,"

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The group ended up going to Hudson Park for lunch. Y/N sat back against a tree in the shade, as she watched Jake try and teach TJ how to skip rocks across the water. She looked down at her lock screen on her phone and sighed, the picture of her, TJ and Tayler stared back at her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do. TJ grew up knowing Tayler as his father figure, she feared it would be confusing throwing in another stranger into the mix. She knew kids adapted quickly, but just how quickly was the answer.

Y/N brushed off the thoughts and sat up straighter as Jake came walking up to her. He looked amazing, his white shirt unbuttoned showing off his tan chest, and green skinny jeans that showed off his muscular legs. Y/N had braided his hair while they ate, and he looked almost too perfect with the fallen strands framing his face. Y/N looked past Jake to check on TJ, who was now trying to catch frogs with Sam.

"Kid wears me out," Jake grunted, laying on the soft blanket, placing his head in Y/N's lap. She smiled and her hands went right to his hair, brushing the fallen strands back, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing," You answered.

"You're a shit liar, you know that. What's up, seriously, I know it's been a lot in the past few days. And I'm sorry for how I acted about TJ."

"I am the one that should be apologizing," Y/N answered, fiddling with her fingers, "Jake. . . promise me you won't take him from me."

Jake sat up abruptly and saw the tears in her eyes, "I would never do that," He said sincerely, "Your his mother, and from what I can see, he's healthy and happy, has clothes on his back, looks well feed, super fucking smart- which I don't know where he got that from, cause it's certainly not from me-"

"Jake," You said brushing your tears back, "I don't think it's wise to tell him."

"Tell him? That I'm his dad?" Jake said confused, "Why not?"

"He's only 3 and he sees Tayler as-"

"You're fucking joking."

"I don't think-"

"I don't give a fuck. I'm his dad, I'm the father. Don't you think you've kept enough things from me, and you're going to deprive me even more of it?"

"You can be around-"

"But just as 'Uncle Jake'?" He spat.

Y/N closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried to push away the tears and that sinking feeling in her body. Every thought she had in her mind was going back to Jake dragging her into court and taking TJ away from her. Y/N opened her eyes and looked at Jake, who was fuming.

"I am his mother, and I say, we wait-"

"I know I said I wouldn't take him away from you, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight to see my son," Jake said, getting off the ground. Y/N watched as he walked away and back over to the boys and TJ. Y/N looked away from them and wiped her tears away. This wasn't how she expected her last day home to go.

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The Official Star Wars Fact File: Zam Wesell

(Unofficial translation by me, syn0vial. Please forgive me for any mistakes, I've studied Spanish for some years but it's definitely not my first language!)

Zam Wesell was an exceptional figure that belonged to an equally exceptional species, the Clawdites. The bounty hunter was an unorthodox and extraordinary being who left a mark with her short life and career.

The Clawdites have always been oppressed and never been trusted. It is something that is accepted as natural in life. Their society arose due to a gene therapy that cured a sickness, but also created a new species, condemned to be exiled from the principle habitable zone of the planet Zolan. All Clawdites can change the color of their skin, but only a few are capable of altering the texture of it, and there are even fewer that can change its shape. Only a small number—very capable beings, dedicated and with great self-control—could take the form of another being for an indefinite period of time.

Shape-shifting results in great pain and discomfort for a Clawdite; they must use oils and ointments to stop their skin from becoming horribly cracked. Yet, in contrast to even the best of her species, Zam Wesell could not only change form with relative speed, but could maintain it while resting.

Combat Training

In Zolan society, those that deviated from the rigid secular norms were persecuted. Clawdite society was less restrictive, but even they showed apprehension about some of Zam Wesell's activities.

In the semi-anarchic society on the Clawdite-dominated continent of Sultur, where Zam was born and raised, the clans were governed by warriors known for their boastfulness. In general, the strongest prevailed, but even the boastful owed loyalty to their clan. Among them all, the best warriors of Zolan were the Mabari knights. They were part of a religious order that would not admit sinners among their novices. The religion of Zolan preached that the untruthful were the worst sinners of all. Despite this, Zam, when she was with them, successfully hid her true nature long enough to reach the third level of mastery in the Mabari martial arts, before being forced to flee Zolan.

Zam relocated to the corporate planet of Denon, where skills like hers were in great demand. The corporate security organizations always needed new employees and with Zam's shape-shifting ability, it didn't take much for her to ascend to the rank of sergeant. Nevertheless, this was only the beginning of her career. She calculated each step with utmost care; in this way, she quickly rose to become a very well-paid corporate bodyguard.

She was a self-proclaimed "progressive" and never forgot her planet and her people. She always sent huge sums of credits to Zolan, to radical Clawdite groups dedicated to the emancipation of their species; it is unknown whether she was truly invested in the situation of her species or if she only wished to provoke unrest.

Outlawed: Zam Wesell's journey before she became a bounty hunter was a winding one. She was denounced on her home-planet, Zolan, for being Clawdite and even more so, for her ability to shape-shift. After learning martial arts in a religious sect of warriors called Mabari, she abandoned her planet.

Clawdite Assassin

Since leaving Zolan for Denon, Zam Wesell had accepted work that provided huge profits and little excitement. Not much happened before she left her job as a bodyguard and sought a change of scenery.

Her experience in the risky world of industrial espionage on Denon had perfected Zam's deadly skills, while also allowing her to develop a web of contacts, financing, and gear to start her career in earnest. Finally, she could establish herself as a bounty hunter. She had adopted as her identity the appearance of a short, attractive female human, as a means of securing more work and hiding her true Clawdite face. With practice, although not without pain, she managed to maintain this appearance even while sleeping. She also adopted a uniform, a purple jumpsuit that could adapt to both her human and Clawdite forms, and that helped protect her skin.

Above the jumpsuit, she wore a flexible armored doublet and a protective skirt. The skirt's connected segments concealed an impact-absorbing system that offered protection against attacks from behind. Her helmet had its own light and incorporated a commlink under the veil that hid her face. In the heat of combat, her true Clawdite face could emerge, which the veil helped hide. Zam's belt had a series of compartments and essential devices for her profession, including the holster for her KYD-21 blaster. In front of her doublet, she carried a small respiratory device. These tubes inserted into Zam's body and allowed the device to function through her lungs if it was required by the atmosphere. The uniform came complete with a certain number of Mabari objects, among them an ancient cape clasp, an emblem on her helmet, and combat gloves. All these objects were ingraved with inscriptions from sacred Mabari texts.

We're bounty hunters, Zam, not heroes: The partnership of Zam and Jango Fett began long ago, long before she was contracted to kill Padme Amidala. The two bounty hunters respected each other. Zam had the honor of knowing the son of Jango, Boba Fett.

Elite Assassin

It was fated that the paths of Zam Wesell and Jango Fett would meet, but it would prove a very dangerous crossing.

Zam Wesell was considered one of the best bounty hunters of her generation, and she believed it. So it was logical that she would come to be known by Jango Fett, considered the number one in their profession.

One of their first encounters [Syn's notes: preceded five years by their true first encounter in the game Star Wars: Bounty Hunter] took place after Antonin Vigo, of the Black Sun, contracted Zam to kill Dreddon the Hutt. She took the form of a red-headed slave and successfully carried out the mission. Just as she was about to take her leave, Jango Fett appeared. Zam discovered that she was not going to be paid, nor was Jango, who had taken out Antonin at the behest of Dreddon.

Zam and Jango both knew of each other's reputations. The mutual respect that they had and their simiar ethics led them to allow one another to go on their way. However, the two would meet again shortly afterwards when a dug named Fernooda contracted Zam.

We've Got To Stop Meeting Like This: Zam and Jango were contracted to recover an ancient artifact. She let him do all the hard work; then ambushed him and made off with the idol.

Jango, you're always complaining about my shapeshifting: The mutant power of a Clawdite was very useful in her work and elongating her arm to grab hold of the idol that both she and Jango Fett were searching for. [Syn's notes: The presentation of this information is a little misleading. Zam catching the idol like this occurred well after this job for Fernooda, when both Zam and Jango were working together to keep Fernooda's boss from using it in a terrorist attack.]

I know that there's a man under that mask: Zam managed to get closer than anybody to the mysterious Jango Fett, with the exception of his son Boba. Even so, she knew that a relationship between them would affect her work, and thus decided not to push it further.

It was an awkward situation, since Fernooda had assigned the job to Jango, but had decided to ensure its success by also contracting the Clawdite. The aforementioned mission involved recovering an idol that had been in the possession of Fernooda's boss. Zam, who knew that Jango had also been contracted, let her rival do the dirty work before springing an ambush. This time, she insisted on seeing the face of the man under the mask. She was so transfixed on him, that she didn't realize there was an enormous insect, the guardian of the idol, about to attack her.

Without knowing why, Jango came to Zam's rescue and, recognizing that she was in his debt, she allowed him to leave with Fernooda's idol. Thus began the strange and exceptional relationship, even friendship, between Jango Fett and Zam Wesell. [Syn's notes: As mentioned earlier, their association truly began with the events of Star Wars: Bounty Hunter, but perhaps this is the point things got a little more personal between them.]

Partners: Without a doubt, Zam and Jango worked well as partners. The question was whether they were willing to let their affection become more important than their work.

Mutual Empathy

Although it was nearly inevitable that Zam Wesell and Jango Fett should encounter one another again, the first reunion that occurred between the two bounty hunters did not go as either had expected.

At first glance, the mission seemed simple. It involved an assignment that Vigo Antonin, of Black Sun, had given to Zam Wesell, and the contracts from this organization were always lucrative. Certainly, the jobs offered to bounty hunters of Zam Wesell's level were never easy.

The target was Dreddon the Hutt. It was never a good idea to threaten Black Sun business and Vigo Antonin wanted to make an example of him. Zam used all the resources at her disposal to investigate and infiltrate Dreddon's organization. Her Clawdite powers allowed her to adopt the form of a human dancer that appealed to the Hutt. She needed all her concentration to maintain this form during a prolonged period, but Zam was very good at what she did. The disguise completely fooled Dreddon. Hutts are very difficult to kill.

Poisons and blasters could not guarantee that Dreddon wouldn't have time to call for his guards, so, to end his life, Zam restrained herself to placing a microbomb hidden in one of Dreddon's amphibian snacks when he was about to enjoy a private performance from his favorite dancer. The result was somewhat chaotic, but decisive.

A Private Affair

Just when she was about to leave, Zam heard someone approach. She grabbed her blaster and hid, waiting to see who could be intruding on her mission. She was almost happy to see Jango Fett, the most infamous bounty hunter in the galaxy, next to the corpse of his client.

Zam had successfully completed her mission and would soon receive a rich reward for her troubles. What's more, she could make fun of Jango Fett for the murder of his client. She had him at her mercy, pointing at him with her blaster, knowing who he was and what he was capable of.

Unfortunately, Zam's good humor soon went up in smoke. Jango had returned from completing a contract for Dreddon: killing Vigo Antonin! Thus, neither Zam nor Jango would be paid. Fett took the first opportunity to draw his blaster and with that both bounty hunters were in the same bind.

Zam was the first to lower her blaster, with her trademark style. With a twirl and a grin, she pointed out that the problem was that neither of them wanted to make the first move. She then flounced off, leaving Jango alone with his thoughts.

It's a weird rock: The artifact that Fett and Wesell had to recover was an idol that, as they would discover, bestowed mysterious powers upon its owner. [Syn's notes: ...If "mysterious powers" means "ownership of extremely explosive chunk of rock," then yes, that is correct.]

A New Contract

However, Zam needed work. The matter with Dreddon had left her without anything to show for it. A dug named Fernooda offered a contract shortly after she returned to her base of operations, but he warned her that he had already contracted another bounty hunter for the job in question: Jango Fett.

Zam readily accepted the job, since it seemed simple. Recovering a little statue from the natives of the jungle planet Seylott that had been stolen from Fernooda's boss. She had already decided to let Jango do the dirty work and ambush him at the temple's exit.

Jango's Revenge

It seemed that this time, Zam Wesell had won. She even managed to get Jango to remove his Mandalorian helmet. The scarred face she saw was handsome, if a bit gloomy. Then, a huge carnivorous insect attacked Zam from behind. The other bounty hunter ignored Zam's cries for help, taking the statue and running.

My client offered 50,000 Republic credits: The paths of Wesell and Fett crossed once again when the dug Fernooda contracted them to recover an object that the natives of Seylott had stolen from his boss. Immediately, the instinctive sense of rivalry returned between the two bounty hunters.

Heroes of Coruscant

Zam thought that she was doomed, Jango Fett had taken off, leaving her to be devoured by the enormous monster on Seylott.

While fighting to escape, Zam was surprised to see Jango return. He told her to take out all the explosives that she had on her and prepare to detonate them. Zam didn't have much option but to trust him, although she wasn't sure that he wouldn't get both of them killed. Fortunately, Fett's jetpack got them out of trouble. Zam picked up Jango's helmet from amidst the smoke and the dust left from the creature's destruction, gave it to him, and allowed him to take Fernooda's idol; afterwards, she turned and left, smiling as she told Jango to take care until next time. There would be a next time, Zam assured her rival, although this didn't seem to bother Fett.

However, Wesell wasn't satisfied. She had heard rumors here and there, and soon learned the truth about her mission on Seylott. The idol had been under the power of the Force-sensitive natives. The Annoo-Dat general Ashaar Khorda wanted the idol to use as a weapon capable of generating explosions that could destroy an entire planet. Even worse, Khorda's target was Coruscant.

Zam traveled quickly to Kamino, where she met with Jango and, to her surprise, with his young son Boba. She believed that Boba's mother had been killed and Jango said nothing to the contrary. Instead, he listened impatiently to Zam's story about the idol. Zam ended by saying that, since she and Jango had found the weapon, they owed it to the people of Coruscant to stop Khorda's plan.

Under the Mask: Zam Wesell was one of the few people who could elicit affection from the harsh and implacable Jango Fett

A Matter of Conscience

Jango wasn't interested, since he wouldn't be paid for the work and his son needed him on Kamino, but Zam convinced him that there were countless children that needed him on Coruscant. Jango Fett, an orphan rescued by strangers, softened his position and finally accepted his first time working together with Zam Wesell. [Syn's notes: Again, second time since Star Wars: Bounty Hunter.]

Zam had seen Khorda's right-hand man, the dug Fernooda. Thus, she took on his appearance in order to discover Khorda's and his lackeys' plans. They found out that Fernooda planned to place the idol in one of the planet's central reactors, where the explosion would cause a chain reaction that would destroy the planet completely.

Jango and Zam, along with a solitary Jedi, found the mad killer, after following the clues that he and his gang had left. Together, the three proceeded to defeat the gang and recover the idol. The Jedi could absorb the Force of the idol and leave it without power once more; although at the cost of his life.

Safe Return: Zam Wesell worked together with Jango Fett to seize a powerful Force artifact and return it to its owners. She managed to convince Jango to accept the mission.

Zam and Jango took the idol back to Seylott, earning them the gratitude of the natives. They were requested not to return ever again, something that the bounty hunters had no intention of doing. Upon returning to Kamino, Zam was not fooled by Jango's complaints of not being paid, since she knew that, deep down, he knew that returning the idol had been the right thing to do. It was the same impulse that had saved her on Seylott. She said goodbye to Jango with a kiss on his scarred cheek, so he wouldn't feel it had all been for nothing. It seemed that Zam had won again.

Altruistic Mission: Zam's desire to prevent the deaths of millions of people in a terrorist attack shows that she had a certain sense of conscience.

The Final Mission

Jango Fett made an atypical decision: subcontract Zam for the most dangerous assignment.

Jango wanted to spend more time with his son Boba. The boy's education was very important to him. However, the most famous bounty hunter in the galaxy had many offers of work. He accepted most of them and the rest he passed on to Zam Wesell. She worked alone most of the time, although they worked together occasionally, to the benefit of both of them.

Assassination Contract

A man that Jango knew as Tyranus, the same that had given him work with the Kaminoans, requested that he accept a special mission. It involved the killing of a high-order politician who had interfered in Tyranus's business. The pay was very good and Jango was happy to be able to pass it on to Zam Wesell. It seemed like a simple job.

The target was a senator dedicated to public life, something that would make her an easy target for an intelligent assassin. However, the target was also a queen of Naboo, friend of the Jedi and a central figure to the supreme Chancellor of the Republic.

Direct Hit: Ostensibly, Zam Wesell had killed the senator Padme Amidala with a bomb on her ship, but the victim ended up being a decoy, making it necessary to take another approach.

Reckless Driving: Zam realized that she was being pursued by Jedi. Her skill at the wheel of a speeder allowed her to traverse the busiest districts of Coruscant, but her pursuers wouldn't give up the chase.

To Kill a Senator

Zam chose the occasion carefully.The target was to return to Coruscant for a crucial vote, and her landing would be predictable enough. Zam used her capacity for shapeshifting to discover the time and place of Senator Padme Amidala's return.

With her usual cunning, Zam managed to place a bomb on the target's landing platform and then left to observe from the heights of a building a kilometer away. From there, she waited for the moment of truth. Amidala's silvery ship landed, flanked by fighters. The senator came down from the ramp and the moment her foot stepped onto the platform, Wesell detonated the explosive. There were few survivors and the news was full of stories and images of Zam's success.

Double Action

Zam Wesell believed she had completed the mission, but her satisfaction was short-lived. Amidala was apparently alive in the rotunda of the Senate at the end of the day, a very irritating outcome. The woman killed on the landing platform was a double. Fett was angry, along with his client. There could be no more mistakes.

Fett spoke with Zam and gave her a glass tube with two kouhuns inside. He cautioned her that they were extremely venomous, since she wasn't an amateur.

The bounty hunters counted on an ASN-121 droid, programmed with the location of Amidala's quarters, to deposit the deadly cargo. Then, Zam sat and waited for the return of the robot.

It was emiting an alert signal. Zam saw through her scope a Jedi holding onto the droid. Not even the droid's destruction could shake the Jedi, and soon she was being pursued through all of Coruscant, with her skills as a pilot put to the test.

Just when she thought she had lost them, one of the Jedi jumped onto her speeder. In the subsequent skirmish, her vehicle was damaged and she was forced to land. She sought refuge in a bar with the Jedi close behind.

Death of a Hunter

Seeing one of the Jedi at the bar, Zam approached as close as she dared, knowing that he could deflect a blaster bolt if warned in time. Unfortunately, the Jedi was much more astute, igniting his lightsaber with a twirl and severing Zam's hand that held her blaster. The pair of Jedi dragged Wesell's wounded body into an alley to interrogate her.

Ground Chase: Zam, without her speeder which had been damaged, had to flee on foot. She got into a bar, where she intended to ambush her pursuers, but Obi-Wan Kenobi attacked her with his lightsaber before she could fire; Wesell was badly injured.

One of them, the younger one, pressed Zam to reveal the name of her client. At first, she resisted, but then, after the Jedi spoke again, began to tell her captors what she knew.

The poison dart that Jango shot ended Zam's life before she could speak a word. She died quickly from the venom's deadly effects; she didn't suffer. This was the last thing that Fett could do for a friend.

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