#he probably worries about how she'll survive after he's dead

[nias-keca]

miorine!!! miorine she was smiling so you wouldnt be frightened!!!!!!

[doueverwonder]

I'm so sorry if I'm bothering you, I just love all your OC's.

I kinda wanted to hear about Austria-Hungary, more specifically how Aushun reacted to her death.

oh boy, and no your not, absolutely I can talk about Edith. I'm gonna put the whole thing under a cut bc major tw: for death, mentions of war, and people neglecting their own health because of guilt.

okay so, Edith Stafania Rosemarie Edelstein; she's the as you said representative of the Austro-Hungarian empire, she was born June 8th, 1867 making her 148 years younger than Liesl, 52 years younger than Ludwig, and 109 years older than Franz.

She's terribly stubborn and overdramatic, the second one especially when she's proven wrong; like no one likes being proven wrong but she'll be driven to full out fits over it. The stubborn one more pertains to when she decides something is true it must be true, there's no other way things can be. In her defense on both of those she was very small.

She started counting Ludwig as her best friend as soon as she was old enough to know what a best friend was, Ludwig thought it funny that his little cousin was so attached to him if anything. He called her 'Ditte' which is technically the Danish diminutive of the name but I thought it was cute so it stays.

Liesl as all older siblings do got annoyed by Edith more than most but also would have thrown herself in front of a movie vehicle for her; y'know as all older siblings would. There was a fairly large age gap in between them that made their relationship somewhat odd, Liesl was good at helping take care of Edith when she was a baby, but once Edith was old enough that she wanted to play with Liesl they didn't spend nearly as much time with each other because Liesl didn't want to play most of the games Edith did. (She would fairly often though indulge her little sister in playing castle and being the queen of said castle)

Edith was Roderich and Erzsébet's for lack of better term "miracle baby" (even though considering physical age the title would probably be more accurately applied to Franz) after they lost their second child they decided they still wanted more kids, and tried for a couple decades before giving up. Then when they made up and resumed their relationship in the mid 1860s in comparatively no time at all they were expecting Edith. So she was special, the only one of their kids that was planned and the only one that was born in wedlock (not that important now but this was the late 19th century so bit more important then); as much as they don't want to admit it their world revolved around Edith.

in 1918 she was eight years old, physically. She had been sick the whole war, that wasn't unusual. It didn't make it easier to bear, but they weren't that worried either. Until the end, unlike the last person in the family to pass--Heidi, Holy Rome--there was no gradual decline at the end. She was the same amount of sick she had been the whole war, no concern, she'll be on the mend any day now. Then one morning someone went to go check on her and she was dead.

as for their reactions; by the time Edith actually passed in September on 1919 Erzsébet had already gone back to Budapest and would find out about her daughters death through a far too cold and formal letter. This would happen on both sides but Erzsébet would blame herself a lot, way too much "if i had just stayed with him she could have survived, if I hadn't left, if-" ignoring the fact that their were a dozen reasons the empire crumbled. Her staying might have not changed anything. But she was convinced for a few years this was all her fault, it woukd effect her even years later when she would find out she was expecting Franz; her initial reaction would be to be terrified at the idea of having another child, because that brought about the possibility of losing another child.

Roderich blamed himself sure, but unlike Erzsébet he didn't stop there. It was everyone else's fault too, it was the ww1 Allies who killed his daughter. It was Vuk's fault for killing the archduke and setting off the war. It was Adéla and Evžen's fault for leaving the empire. He even blamed Gilbert and Ludwig at some point. It was everyones fault, her blood was on their hands as far as he was concerned. He buried his daughter because of everyone else's actions, not his own. It would take him years, decades even, to get over this mentality Victim theory. And when he finally would, it would have gathered a lot from both the world wars, and even some things before to the point that his entire belief system would crumble around him. The entire thing would be set off on Edith's Birthday.

as he did every year Roderich would walk himself down to the cemetery with some flowers and some new little trinket he thinks she would enjoy. And he has a conversation with his daughter, "good afternoon. Happy birthday Mäuschen; you're how old now? 120? impossible you were born just yesterday" starting in 1992 Erzsébet & Franz would join him. By 94' so would Liesl, and a year later so would Ludwig.

Roderich and Erzsébet spend a lot of time questioning what could have been done differently, what could have changed how everything turned out, if there could have been a way to save her. But sometimes, like on sunny days in June, they have to stop asking 'what if-' and just start remembering the happy little girl they had.

[vinxwatches]

the bad batch season 2

really liked season one, trough probably too much because i headcanon Omega as trans.

Omega is badass now? cool.

Cid is damn manipulative... by having a valid point.

the call for adventure of the season: help people. they are good people, helping when the opportunity arises, seems like they'll be making the step to looking for places to help.

i just realized something i really like in this over clone wars: people can't die. don't get me wrong, it was neat, but it also meant you wouldn't get to know the cast. in this the cast is an actual cast.

oh, that's one fucking cliffhanger, strong opening.

stop being stupid, you can't run on a broken leg... i mean you can, but you shouldn't.

they were hunted by Wilco... the name sound familiar, but my memory for names is ass. also he's dead now, so not that it really matters. i literally caught it on his death grunt.

i do like the message, but i wonder where they'll be going with it.

Crosshair episode? also cody again, probably about to die too.

there's always something neat about a sniper just sniping overly well.

maybe not, maybe cody is able to leave and live. more likely not. the only reasonable way to achieve that is by linking up with Rex or task force 99. and i don't recall him being with Rex in rebels.

well damn, he went awol. hope we'll see him again.

i love a good race, especially layed out well, and it was. good episode

ok i'll admit it my gay hart is losing it over phee, worried she'll turn out to be the villain, or at least not trustworthy.

pre jedi stuff. how will not force users make it trough here. also they're going big with the music.

i was sure it would be a kibar cristal (lightsabre core). oh, it's big.

so i really did recognise him... HOW?!

the message of the show seems to me "people need their people". now this isn't a bad message, but is easily malformed.

ah, so wookies are argonians.

"don't stand where i'm flamethrowing"

i really like where she moved. how she seems to have grown... it's probably going to get her killed isn't it? ep 7 btw.

i love the leitmotifs.

damnit two parter? i need to prepare, not need to watch part two... oh well.

Echo's role is always the most questionable to me, but here they really found a role for him.

fuck he's such a politician. (yes that is obviously an insult)

feels fitting for Echo, the old squad reuniting... yet also we know this isn't where he ends up. after all i watched rebels.

hello purple hair, should i know you already?

and it's given proper weight, nice.

tech is autistic isn't he? because my god can he be almost stereotypically oblivious. damn growth for tech. also yea you'll always lose against water.

oh, this really just is the neurodivergent episode... and i think it's handled pretty well. episode 9. Techs and Omega's conversation around 22 minutes is very good.

nope purple hair is not someone we know, and definitely doesn't have cool feather hair.

ugly and disabled means evil... not a fan.

the workers suffer while and to increase the profit of the company? what a new story, good thing such things never happen in the real world /s. if only the solutions were ever more realistic. revealing the truth never changed anything. but obviously disney doesn't want to tell that.

a broken space dropping out of hyperdrive?

oh shit, they're continuing with what i thought was a dropped plotpoint. but why though? what do they plan to do with this plot now?

Rex? doesn't look like him, but certain talks like him. and i don't just mean same voice. i mean how and what he says. ep 12

oh, is this the deserting episode? they have been building it up.

in case it wasn't obvious enough the empire was evil and a bunch of dicks.

welcome to cold, the cruellest, slowest killer. the cruellest part may be the hope. there's nothing you'll survive better then cold, because while it kills you it also preserves you. you can hope to make it, until the moment you die. and the people who find your body will feel that same hope until your corpse is warmed up. it's a blessing too, for you'll survive it more often then drowning, but the hope is cruel.

damn that ending though.

are they planning to split to group up further? i mean probably the right decision, but not healthy for the series i think. they are making this play too idyllic, like 80% sure it'll either be destroyed or secretly evil. the only reason i'd say maybe not is because they seemed to have put too much afford into the assets to throw it all away. of all the enemies to throw at the it, this is one of the most mundane and with that cool. especially in it's accuracy.

also did they hint at this ship before? i didn't notice it but i'm notoriously bind to this type of ship. or did they introduce it in this episode.

that ship sure looks like the ghost.

"i suggest i you proceed before i come to my senses"

two things i still really like: Wrecker is allowed to be afraid of heights and it's not a flaw. a hinderance and a weakness, sure. but everyone has those. it's not something that's wrong with him that must be changed. Omega is trusted with important tasks and is competent. she's not just a tag along kid, she's an actual member of the team with useful skills like any of them.

there's going to be more then one team working here, that'll be a problem. called it, and called it... fuck. this season won't end in a successful rescue. they better be getting a season 3.

on no. i see the solution, Tech does too. please don't. yet you must. fuck. come on, it's too early in the episode for a mayor character death. right? unless the rest of the episode it to come to terms with the loss. i'm wrong... right? i mean... the start of the episode did set it up, but, like.. no?

this feels like an episode where they all die... but that can't be. they have an unresolved plot. whatsit fuck face needs omege, she needs to be captured and then rescued. that's how those plots go. everyone can't die, not yet at least, the plot demands it... right?

ok... they "salvaged" him. that has to mean he's alive... right? fuck i already know a friend of mine would call out my hopium.

another female clone? the fuck? also how can you be here? do what you do? that just doesn't make sense? trying to improve the system from the inside? that won't work with the empire, and if you were a mole you'd be a shit one. they're really hoping they'll get another season.

[concubuck]

If you've been talking to mothers of babies with full demon parentage—or if you've had a child by another demon yourself—you're probably expecting your little one to announce her arrival as loudly as possible! Many new cambion mommies are surprised to discover that most newborn cambions are quiet. Science hasn't settled on an explanation for why cambions rarely cry at birth, but some theorize it has to do with their lung development and the fact that they aren't breathing at birth.

And that's not the only thing that surprises some new mothers: when your little one is born, she'll probably look human!

Since most cambions are born to human mothers and most humans look poorly on demons, appearing human at birth is an invaluable survival tool to ensure cambion babies live long enough to learn about their true heritage and make their way to Hell.

But don't worry, you'll get to see your little hellion's apple red cheeks before you know it: if a newborn can tell that she's surrounded by other demons, she'll reflexively shift back into her true form.

It usually takes between one and fifteen minutes for a newborn cambion to change; but if yours takes longer, try not to worry. While this might be a sign of larger issues—such as vision problems or a nervous system disorder—it could have many other benign causes. Maybe your midwife's face registered as "too human" to your baby's brand new little brain! If your baby hasn't change an hour after birth, your doctor will examine her for some common known causes. Sometimes the reason a newborn is a shy shapeshifter is never discovered, but they grow up into a normal, healthy toddler. And remember that if there's a human, living or dead, in the room when your child is born, she probably won't change at all until he's left!

Just like wrapping her hand or tail around your finger, this is a reflex your child can't help. In her first few months, all sorts of things will trigger it: seeing humans on the street (or on TV, or in picture books); loud noises; angry or fearful faces; being left alone for a nap (most baby cambions sleep in human form!); even the names of humans she's come to recognize. If you live in Pride or regularly take your child to Earth, you might rarely see her true face!

Her shapeshifting reflex will reduce over time, and between six and twelve months she might even start remaining in her demon form around a few humans she's seen interacting nicely with other demons. Most parents can start training their cambions to deliberately switch forms between 18 and 36 months.

Studies of baby cambions' brainwaves have shown that they're more alert when they see a human face, but they're not stressed or afraid—and they also react to their caretakers' faces the same way whether they look human or demon. So if you're all dolled up for a trip to Earth and your baby automatically changes to her human look, don't worry that you might have scared her or that she doesn't recognize you. It also doesn't say anything about how much she loves or trusts you. She probably just thinks that if mommy's a human right now, you must have a good reason and she'd better follow suit!

When Alastor was alive, the age of tales about cambions and changelings and demon children was mostly over; but whenever the old folklore came up, they were always stories about fearful, monstrous invaders who wormed their way into families and communities, disguised as helpless children.

It's strange, reading about the same story from the other side, where a human is assumed to be an obstacle you might meet in the streets rather than something you'd find in your home—hearing the monstrous invaders described with warmth and love, their mysterious magic explained with frank modern science the same as any biological function, seeing what humans describe as deceit being framed as self-defense. A reflex to help helpless children in a hostile land live long enough to find their way home.

Alastor likes to think he's firmly pro-Hell, and sometimes even flatters himself by thinking he's completely unbiased against demons. It's the ideas that surprise him that show him how human his thinking still is.

[silencedrage]

She's the only one who doesn't have someone waiting for her when they land. They are herded into a tiny little room that feels more like a cell after 19 months in the wilderness. She taps her feet nervously in the corner, scraggly red hair falling in her face as though it might hide the scars the stretch across her skin. Van had grown accustomed to people not looking twice at her because there were so many other things to worry about in the wild, but ever since they made their way back to civilization, she couldn't avoid the stares.

So many eyes pitied them, the team of teenage girls who had their innocence stripped away in the most brutal way possible. A few turned away in horror or disgust when they saw how the jagged scar along Van's cheek had healed unevenly, the best they could do with a dull needle in a dimly lit cabin in the woods. The fluorescent lighting overhead hurts Van's eyes and the hum of electricity seems way too loud. She can hear someone talking, Misty probably, but most of them are silent, still processing the fact that they made it out alive.

Most of their families show up at the same time, all of them racing towards the Newark airport where the team landed, desperate to see which of the girls survived and which hadn't. The police lead them all to a big conference room in the airport and Van stubbornly stays in the corner and tries not to press her hands over her ears to block out the clamor. Loud, too loud. She's skittish, like a wild animal, and she feels no different than one. There are shouts and tears, horrified screams when some of the hopeful learned about the fate of their loved ones. Van still remembers the way Mrs. Taylor collapsed in her husband's arms when they heard Jackie hadn't survived.

Van isn't surprised when her mom wasn't part of the initial group. She expected the woman would show up in the morning, hungover as hell, whenever she remembered to check the message on the machine. She tries not to let it sting, and keeps up a cheerful face when Tai approaches with her parents, a worried expression on her face. One look at Mrs. Turner's pinched face behind her daughter, and Van knows what she's expected to say. The woman never liked Van, probably suspected that things are more than just friendly between her and her daughter. Were. Tai still looks after her, even though they aren't together anymore and a part of her knows that this is the last time she'll see her best friend for a very long time.

Van waves her off with a smile, ignoring the grimace on Mrs. Turner's face as her cheek stretches abnormally, the scar marring the one part of herself she had liked. After Tai leaves, it's just Van and a few broken parents, and she isn't prepared for the wave of survivor's guilt that threatens to drown her. She keeps her head down again, as though she can hide, because she doesn't know how to talk to them. "Sorry that your daughter died but she was actually one of the lucky ones." Somehow, Van didn't see that going over too well.

She's almost dozed off when two pairs of shoes stop in front of her, and Van jumps in her seat when she looks up to see Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, both looking utterly miserable, yet somehow managing to still pity Van. It makes her bristle, defensive from years of being looked down on by people like the Taylors and the Matthews, and she opens her mouth to lie to them as well.

"Your mother isn't coming. She died a couple months after you all-" Mr. Taylor cuts himself off with a barely choked off sob, clearing his throat roughly as though he would be shunned for crying in public. "She lost control while she was driving." Van can read between the lines enough to know that her mother had been drunk.

Suddenly, Van has an armful of a weeping WASP, as Mrs. Taylor sobs into her shoulder. Within two minutes, she has to process that her mother is dead, she's waiting on no one after coming back from the dead, and she has to comfort the parents of the girl she literally ate to stay alive. She lurches to her feet, almost dropping Jackie's mom in the process but the room is spinning. "Excuse me," she says, before walking away from the stunned couple.

She goes to the bathroom because it's the only she can think to get a little privacy, and she reaches into her shirt to grasp the smooth bone that is warm as it lays flat against her chest. Van doesn't know how to feel, what to think, too much sensory input tumbling through her head. She stays in the bathroom long enough that by the time she emerges, the Taylors are gone.

Everyone is gone.

Even the police seem to have forgotten that she was still in the airport, and Van picks up her abandoned backpack before walking out the front door. The sound of honking and aircraft engines grate against her ears, and Van can feel the panic rising in her throat again. She looks up at the sky desperately, trying to find the same stars that had kept them company every night for nineteen months, but the thick smog over the city blocks out most of them and none of it looks the same.

She wanders back into Wiskayok three days later, heading for the trailer that she and her mom shared before everything happened. There's a new family living there now, and Van watches two children play in the front yard. Whatever was left of her belongings is long gone, but Van doesn't feel much of anything as she turns and walks away from the only home she'd ever known.

Her feet take her to Tai's house next, standing outside across the street from the gorgeous brownstone under her neighbor's magnolia tree, staring up at the second floor that she knows leads into Tai's room. It's one she's snuck into many times before, but it doesn't feel right to Van anymore. If she were to shimmy up the trellis and pull herself to the window, would it still be unlocked as it used to be? A part of Van hopes that yes, Taissa is more careful after their experiences, but she also doesn't want to know if she's been locked out. She doesn't even know if Taissa has looked for her, and it's a question that Van doesn't need answering.

She goes into town to grab some water, not bothered by the slight pinching in her stomach that she was well-accustomed to at this point. When she checks out at the gas station on the corner, she catches the clerk staring at her face and she doesn't feel bad about taking a chocolate bar on her way out. She eats half on her way to the bus station, carefully wrapping the rest for later. Her hood is up, hair once again arranged to cover the worst of her scars, and Van wishes that she still had the mask that Tai had made for her in the wilderness.

But there is no wilderness, there is no Tai. No before or after, just what is. Van steps onto the first bus that drives into the station, squinting up at the sign to see that it was headed towards Chicago. Good enough. She drops a few crumpled bills and coins into the dispenser and finds a window seat in the back. As they pull away from the station, Van takes her last glimpse at the township where she'd grown up, but knew she couldn't stay. Her fingers clasp again over the smooth bone shard that keeps her safe.

Onward.

[cityandking]

🧱, 🤷‍♀️, 🙏 for dai, minah and bran!

thanks my dear! // prompts I'd like to receive

[ 🧱 ] how would you describe your muses’ morality? what are their core values?

DAI — he's just an upright guy. save what you can, leave places better than you found them, defend those who need defending. he's a big believer in doing what's Right(TM) and helping those in need. his oath of the shield tenets are valor, discernment, resolve and character which pretty much sums it up.

MINAH — she's sorta *wiggly hand gesture* tbh. she's a rogue so obviously she's not an Upstanding Citizen, and she's also pretty selfish at the end of the day. it's easy to be open with little things, but with anything big or meaningful she's going to keep it close and be unwilling to share and unwilling to help if it requires her to stick her neck out too far. she's so used to living and surviving for herself, and unlearning that might take some work. but when you get past all of that she has a fairly decent sense of moral responsibility. mostly she just values Being Alive (for now)

BRAN — while bran does crime(TM) and says Fuck The Empire she's still got a heart of gold. very much the noble robber character. does she want to keep the cool shiny treasure? yeah but she'll also rescue someone from a bad situation at the cost of her own safety and stand for the defense of your city and adopt your band of ragtag adventurers when left saddled with them before someone slips away in the dead of night with only a letter left behind. she cares about people a whole lot. she values freedom above all, for herself and for anyone else who seeks it—freedom from station, tyranny, and also taxes. seriously fuck the empire

[ 🤷‍♀️ ] how does your muse approach strangers? how does this compare to how they interact with close friends or lovers?

DAI — if it's a situation where there's a clear goal or defined rules of engagement he's perfectly happy to step in and just say whatever needs saying. he's awkward yeah but he's pragmatic and a big fan of getting shit done. if it's small talk or making friends or something without a defined purpose or rules he's just an uncomfortable little dude. he's much better with people he's close to. he just doesn't do well with artifice and he hates lying and being lied to (and the high insight means he almost always knows when he's being lied to)

MINAH — with a smile, and often a cap out for a few coins after the show. she's pretty charming and personable and while she doesn't love strangers as a rule she's good with people and good at meeting them. sorta have to be as a performer. honestly it's not all that much different with how she acts with people she's close to—she tends to keep her most important cards close to the chest

BRAN — is great with strangers. she likes people! she likes stories and entertainment and especially loves being both of those things to others. she's gotta perform, babey! there's a very very small core group of people who get to see past the performance and know bran herself. not that the performance is artifice—she really is that big and bright and friendly—but she keeps the quieter sides hidden from everyone except, like. well honestly hakson. the party was starting to get close when the game ended I think, but not quite there yet—they were too busy with their own shit for Branwen to worry about sharing hers

[ 🙏 ] what does your muse need? this can be something material or something abstract.

DAI — a rez

MINAH — oh god. therapy probably. a whoooooooole lot of therapy.

BRAN — her fucking SHIP BACK and the endless horizon

[lingeringscars]

A couple more harper s2 yj things

Does not help pick up the birds. While she'll eat the soup mari makes, she listens to nat about them potentially being sick, especially after the sick deer

Is on Nats side during 2x04, but she makes a point to check in and tell lottie that she doesn't have to do that because she is rational enough to see that lottie isn't equipped to do this, especially without a weapon. The bear happened, admittedly, but this still isn't Her Thing. She talks to the wind, not this

Would go after to help with the moose.

Probably ends up staying up for a long time making sure that both nat and lottie are breathing after almost freezing to death (like jackie)

Is very excited about the baby shower but still is not good at crafting. Someone help her.

She's calm throughout most of 2x06 but breaks down when shauna is talking about hearing her baby crying

She's a dumbass and like. Probably would have tried to run out into the blizzard because shauna tai and crystal are out there. Someone hold her back I promise she'll listen after an initial but-- djdksfkd. She does recognize it's foolish.

I don't think she joins lotties circle at any point but idk this could change and if it does probably bc of tai

She'll do whatever chore she gets but there might be complaining about it. The card process does help so it doesn't feel like an order

Would offer to go with nat in 2x03 if just because she doesn't like the idea of nat going alone, but she does ultimately understand if this is something nat needs to do for herself

Tries to talk to javi, is probably a mixture of van and mari in that she probably is like tai did you give javi the bear meat while also being like it's not stealing he's one of us and he needed to survive too :(

It's tais connection to the wilderness that makes her less of a skeptic because when the skeptic falls...what's left. How did tai find javi v pressing

Goes out to search for Crystal but is pretty sure she's dead. Doesn't totally buy Maris argument about misty killing crystal, but definitely doesn't buy Misty's worried performance about how they need to go search now

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 18/?

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: Y/N - your name, A/N - any name (your best friend's name)

Warnings: Mentions of court, mentions of Jason's injuries, swearing, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Jason walked out in a few minutes, just in his boxers. She looked at him before letting out a slight laugh at the absurdity of it.

"Don't laugh, you're the one who tore my clothes."

She sighed, "And you're going to have to go home in torn boxers, Bruce is going to kill you."

"God, don't remind me," he said before sitting beside her.

She laughed, "You could just not go home?"

"I wish. But I have a life. You have a life."

"It's unfortunate, isn't it. Can't spend all day with you but you're all I want to do."

"Funny."

"Thank you, I really tried," she thought, "You remember how I seem to have a fascination with vigilantes?"

"Yes, why?"

"I remembered why. So, when I was in high school, graduating year, I had law class. I was bored, so I did law, don't question it," she laughed. "Anyway, in my law class, they split us into groups. Specifically, Pro-Justice-League-Association and Anti-Justice-League-Association."

"Pro and Anti?"

"Yeah, apparently it was relevant? I guess the JLA doesn't use conventional methods to get evidence? Don't care though. Anyway, I was on the side of Pro, obviously."

"Obviously."

"Wait I'm not done! By the end of the class, I had debated every member of the Anti team and converted them. It actually introduced me to the Robin-Forums, which is just smack dab full of conspiracies."

"Robin-Forums?"

"Oh my god? You don't know those? You're all over them. Some people are convinced you're Kid Flash, some are convinced you're Robin, it's crazy."

"That is crazy but seems funny. What about my family?"

"Someone in my class posted "Why Clark Kent is Batman: An Essay" which has like, 20k likes? It's very popular."

"Well, I swear he isn't Batman. He's just very fond of the night."

"That's what I said, but that man is convinced otherwise."

"You would know if any of us were vigilantes. We're not good at hiding secrets."

"I'm sure you have your secrets, I just find it funny people think you have time to be Kid Flash."

"People spend all their time worrying about me, when will it end?"

"Ha! That's fair. Tabloids running your name probably doesn't help the conspiracies."

"I remember one of my ex-friends from high school mentioned me being Kid Flash, I was so confused, I guess it makes sense now. I'm going to have to show everyone that. They'll get a kick out of it."

"I bet they would. I'm waiting for the day I'm on it as someone who's a hero. Hoping they say I'm Wonder Woman or something. I think it would be funny."

"You get Miss Martin because everyone thinks you're too beautiful to be human."

"Aw. That's so corny that I hate it! Well done."

"Thank you. I learned it from Dick."

"Of course you did."

"Where else would I learn it from?"

"If you're genuinely asking, the internet, probably."

"That's fair. That's completely fair. I think Dick learns a lot of his lines from the internet, honestly."

"Oh yeah, there's no way he comes up with everything on his own. No way."

"So, what other dumb stories do you have?"

"Well, I think my sister is either a vigilante or really, really, weird."

"You think your sister is a vigilante?"

"Okay so, she's a businesswoman. No big deal, right? Wrong. She's always out, more often than she has to be, she's always spending nights away from home."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Okay well Adrianna, Aria, whatever you want to call her, she's being suspicious."

"I'm sure you're looking too far into it."

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The Night Jason Was Stabbed.

Aria clutched the scythe in her life hand. She had failed. She had worn her best dresses that she could hide beneath her capes, she had drugged him, she had stabbed him 6 bloody times, and he had still survived!

She was angry. She walked up to the Red Hood on his time off while he was catching a drink, looking stressed. She didn't care if he accepted her offer to go to her room, she just cared about that moment. The one where she could slip in the crushed-up pills and no one would stop her.

And she had done it. She waited until after he chugged the whole drink to strike. He was stumbling around, like an idiot. She hit his head with the back of her blade, knocking him to the ground where she proceeded to stab him 6 times in his right side.

She kissed his forehead before leaving, which required her to removed her mask a bit, saying "Goodnight, sweet Prince," before running into the darkness.

But the blue one, Nightwing. He got to the Red Hood before he could die. And she was pissed. All that hard work, just for him to not even die.

The scythe was still bloodied from the Red Hood. Her lips were still warm from his forehead. But now, he had possibly seen her face! Her plans were foiled every way when of her goblins came up to her.

"Ma'am, your weapon."

She passed it over without second thought. She wanted it rid of the blood of a living man, she wanted it soaked in the blood of a dead man.

Her plague doctor mask fell a bit as she began to tear up. She had failed. She had never failed at knocking "Heroes" down a peg.

Call it crazy, but she knew the fights between her and the Red Hood were far from over. She even felt as they'd grow closer.

As she looked at the walls covered in the photos of the vigilantes of the world, she knew this was only the first battle. The war was hers. They didn't know what was going to hit them.

But there was an issue. Her sister, Y/N had become close with one of the Waynes. She needed the Waynes to get to the "Heroes" which meant possibly hurting her sister.

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"I hope I'm looking too far into it."

She wasn't.

One night when they were both 17, it was just Aria and Y/N in the house when Y/N was awoken by a loud crash from the downstairs window.

She went to investigate, bat in hand, to find her sister, stumbling over the coffee table. Bleeding out and clutching her side from the blood. Stabbed.

Y/N took no hesitation to take care of Aria. Stitching her up like they had as kids when Y/N would sitch up Aria after shut cut herself on skates, or if Y/N ran straight into a car.

Those images still dance in Y/N's mind to this day. Something was up with the way that her sister had a mask, a long bird-Esque plague doctor mask. A cloak. Knives. Guns. A scythe.

The best outcome would be her sister was attacked while LARPing in the park. The worst? She was a villain. Midway? A hero of the night, a vigilante. Anything was better than a villain.

If only she knew the pain Aria had caused her until this point. The fact that Aria was the one who drugged and tried to kill Jason. The pieces of the story were unravelling in front of everyone's eyes, they just needed to connect them properly.

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Aria had a plan. Kidnap her sister and her lover's family. Get ransom. Get them hurting. Locate the "Heroes". The only issue was that Y/N would recognise the cloak, the mask. She knew the get-up.

Aria was not about to redesign her entire outfit for the sake of not alerting her sister. She figured it would be unlikely that Y/N would focus on the cloak when she's being used for ransom money.

Or at least she hoped. She wasn't certain her plan would even work. Breaking into the Wayne Manor, after one of the kids had been stabbed, in a mugging was going to be difficult.

They had employed security, something that was never common at the Wayne Manor before this moment. She was upset. If only her sister had met the Waynes before the stabbing.

Then she thought.

Red Hood is a Wayne?

It made sense, sure. They got stabbed at the same time. But was it reasonable? She didn't know. Why would an 18-20-year-old be a vigilante? He couldn't even legally drink?

She thought it didn't make sense. That the Red Hood was never, could never be the Wayne kid. But if he was, what could that mean?

She was certain he wasn't. But the thoughts swirled in her mind as if beckoning her to come to the conclusion.

She was crazy, she knew that. She was obviously crazy, she became the villain, the opposite of her twin in every way. She was insane. Arkham would like her. But there was something about the Red Hood being a Wayne that kept coming back to her. Haunting her like the night she was stabbed by Green Arrow back in Metropolis.

She was on their radar. They knew her. They would come to get the Waynes.

She knew the Justice League Association knew of her. But the people didn't. This stunt would make the people know of her.

The name Hour will ring through the streets of Gotham. The streets of Metropolis. Smallville. Anywhere she could get her hands on. She would begin her reign of terror.

No one could stop her now.

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Jason had left after Bruce had called him. She assumed he needed to work or one of his siblings did a dumbass move. It was upsetting that they couldn't spend every moment together, but she knew that it was par for the course with Jason.

She was bored. She didn't have a job, her parents paid her bills if she focused on school. But she wasn't something to do, a reason to be having down days. She knew school gave her this, but it wasn't like it was every damn day.

A job would be every damn day. Hopefully. A reason to do so much in her life.

She figured she could work at Wayne Enterprises. But she didn't want to be that girl. The one who's fucking the CEO and is subsequently untouchable. You can't befriend her and talk sit, she'll tattle.

She wanted to be a normal working person. A colleague, not a boss.

Wayne Enterprises was a last resort for her. If she couldn't get hired anywhere else, she'd go apply thee. You don't fuck company property, she thought.

But she also thought fucking Wanye Enterprises "Property" was fun. and no one was really going to stop her, not even Bruce. Even though Bruce tried to lecture her and Jason, there was only so much he'd do. Barbara and Dick both worked at Wayne Enterprises and hadn't been reprimanded for that.

And obviously, they were having sex. They had been together for a while, Jason said.

Which, obviously they were having sex if they were together for that long.

She scrolled a little while for jobs, marking down a few she'd look further into. Not really anything exciting, she was still young, 1st year in college, a freshman. Not many prestigious places would hire someone her age. Especially while they're still in school.

There were only unpaid intern jobs in her field. And she wasn't about to fuck with not getting paid, even if it was her line of schooling. She didn't think it was worth it to put all of your efforts into a job that you weren't getting paid for.

A lot of kids thought her way, including her sister. Both of them grew up thinking that getting paid for work was necessary, her parents had always told them that. Even if her parents had strict religious views, they would still back her up if someone wasn't paying her, even if they fell out.

She thought if Bruce felt the same, that kids should be paid for what they do. He figured he did since he employed all of his kids once they were old enough to work at Wayne Enterprises.

She noticed Lexcorp, who had recently put up a building in Gotham, was hiring. She thought it would be funny if she went to work for her boyfriend's dad's competitor. She was tempted.

Worst comes to worst, she'd be a Lexcorp employee.

She, of course, would have to dress up for these interviews, and she had the clothes to do so, but she didn't, per se, want to wear them.

She also didn't want to go outside when trials were still raging. So, she figured she'd call Christopher's parents about getting him a lawyer and then scroll the pages for shopping. His parents finally had the time to deal with their son, because Christopher didn't want to interrupt his parents with him being an idiot.

She dialled.

"Hello?" his mom asked.

"Hey, Laura. It's Y/N."

"Y/N! Sweetheart, we've been wondering about you ever since, you know."

"Yeah, yeah. We can talk about it later I swear. So, I already told you about what Christopher did, right?"

"You did."

"He needs a lawyer, the man is pressing charges."

"Well, that's stupid. He has no right."

"Apparently he does."

"We'll get Christopher a lawyer. But how are you, darling?"

"I'm okay. Could be a hell of a lot better. I have faith in the court system."

"We're all worried about you, kiddo. You've wrapped yourself up in a lot of a mess recently."

"I know. It's weird. But I swear I'm strong enough to pull through, you've known me for what, 13 years? Give or take? I know how to handle myself."

"That doesn't mean we can't worry."

"I know, new city, new people. I swear behind the scandals I'm in that I actually have friends."

"I assume we'll meet this Jason eventually?"

"Eventually. We need to find the time between court dates, work. Adulting."

"You don't have a job?"

"Jason does. And I'm thinking about getting one to pass the time."

"Working to pass the time is a new thing, fascinating, you kids are."

"Nothing can make sense of all these things I've done, I know."

"Those sound like song lyrics."

"Sometimes songs are the best way to get all your thoughts compiled into one place, you know. I starred as Katherine Howard, Laura. I know how to convey emotion through art."

"I know. That's still one of the performances Metropolis holds on to, you know."

"I wish they didn't. But it is what it is."

"It's a good performance, kiddo."

She laughed, "Anyway. You get onto that lawyer. Christopher needs it right now."

"I will. Be safe. We love you."

"I love you lot."

Click. She thought about Christopher, and the bullshit he went through to save her.

She brushed the thoughts off and pulled out her journal. Scribbling down her sister's bird mask. She couldn't get that off of her mind. She could have sworn her sister made the thing out of actual bone.

It was like she threw a steampunk aesthetic into a plague doctor. She was certain there was more to it that she didn't know.

Literally Aria LMFAO

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Here I am... laying flat on my face asking for you to write Vik and V admitting their love for one another 🥺

idk how this turned into a 5+1 series but hERE WE ARE

five times they almost said I love you, and the one time they did spoilers for A Lot, including the endings. (plus my own fanon ending shh) this also includes a drabble I’ve posted before! sorry for reusing it but it just felt Right ykwim

Read it on Ao3!

1.

Vik's been watching V like a hawk, knowing she's stabilized but not knowing when she'll wake. He wants to be there when she does, needs to be there. He knows she'll be confused and in pain and terrified, probably. She's young and full of brass and gives the world a two-finger salute whenever it stomps her down; but this - this is a lot to take. Even for someone as bright and ballsy as her.

He holds her hand gently in his own, watching her sleeping face. V looks peaceful, healthy even. The colour had returned to her cheeks, her breathing deep and even. The bandage over her head is without blood, the only physical evidence she'd taken a bullet to the skull is a small necklace with the slug hanging from it; a reminder that she'd literally died and still had the spirit and sheer fucking will to get back up.

Vik's in awe of her, if he's being honest. The chip's been invaluable in repairing the damage to her brain, but the rest of it - the fight to survive, not just when Takemura had shown up with her in tow -and that's something he'll never forget; V's face soaked in blood and a frenzied look in her eye- but after he'd started performing surgery on her broken body. She'd gone into shock, twice, but was still fucking fighting, even unconscious and with her light flickering out.

V wanted to live, so desperately; Vik wasnt sure he would be able to hold himself together when he told her she was going to die anyway.

He allowed himself to cry, silently; pressing his forehead to her limp hand in the dead of night. Tears spilling down his cheek as he shook his head, eyes glued to her face. His heart ached, more than he thought possible.

"I'm sorry, V. I'm so fucking sorry, God - I love you, please, I'm sorry -"

V kept on breathing, still and silent on the bed.

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2.

V's curled up on her side, head spinning. The light spilling into her apartment burns against her eyes, and she pulls the blanket up higher to cover her face. She's half on the floor, head pillowed by her arm on her low bed, the rest of her sprawled on the cool flooring. She feels dizzy, and ill, and like her head is about to split in two, and holy shit she's going to kill Johnny.

Was a night out with Rogue really worth all this? V snorts, mentally begging Johnny not to answer, not in the mood for him to start going on about how he'd fucked up their friendship with his selfishness, or how much he'd missed her. Or her tits. Probably her tits.

She groans, blowing a strand of hair from her face as she dares to peek out from under her blanket, squinting at the light. She had called Vik earlier, desperate enough to ask him to come help take care of her; the small feat of dragging herself to the shower had become herculean, and V admitted to herself that maybe she needed a doctor.

Vik promised to come as soon as he could, sounding exasperated over the call. V felt guilty about that, but knew he was mostly just worried about her. The thought made her stomach clench and her heart pound, and she had sat there, grinning at the phone in her hand for a good five minutes.

He cares about her.

V smiles, burrowing herself deeper into the blanket.

She's still grinning like an idiot when there's a quick knock on her door before it slides open, and V looks over her shoulder to see Vik standing there, bang slung over his shoulder and a tired smile on his face. V lifts her hand to give a small wave, when her eyes suddenly widen when she sees what he's holding.

"Is that -"

Vik only chuckles, shaking his head. "'Course that's the first thing you notice. Yes, V, it's a coffee. Extra large, plenty of sugar. Just the way you like it."

She's already throwing the blanket off of her, staggering to her feet. V trips over to him, reaching with grasping fingers. Vik hands her the cup with a shake of his head, brows furrowing when he notices the way she's trembling.

V ignores his look as she sniffs the coffee and groans. She's pulling back a deep swallow before be can say another word, Vik rolling his eyes as he moves past her to put his bag down.

"You are, without doubt, the best doc in this whole city," V says, leaning back against the closed door. Vik looks at her, crossing his arms over his chest. She looks like shit, but the smile she beams at him is enough to make his heart clench.

V moans as she takes another swallow, Vik laughing as he turns back to his bag. "God, I love you," she says with a groan, her eyes closed as she slides slowly down the wall. She doesnt see the way Vik nearly drops his bag, eyes going wide as he turns to look back at her. But she's only sitting there, eyes still closed and a look of bliss on her face. Vik breathes out deeply, shaking his head.

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3.

V looks up at the sign over Misty's door, breathing a deep sign of relief. She turns to wave at Panam over her shoulder, grinning as the nomad drives off.

It was over.

Alt had rewritten the chip, slipping V's engram over Johnny's. Her body was hers once more, for good this time. Her heart still lurched when she thought about him, out there past the Blackwall somewhere. But they had parted as friends, his smile as they said goodbye permanently burned into her mind. Johnny would be alright, and V -

V's home.

She steps into the Esoterica, smiling wide as Misty gasps her name. V nearly gets bowled over as Misty crushes her into a hug, grinning into blonde hair. She holds her tight, the both of them laughing even as tears start to fall. Misty pulls back, smile wide even as her mascara runs. V presses a kiss to the shorter woman's forehead, explaining hurriedly what went down at Arasaka.

Misty shakes her head when V's done, all but shoving her to the back door. "Tell me the story later. Right now, there's a doctor pacing his way through the floor waitin' for you."

V laughs breathlessly as she steps into the alleyway. She turns back, but Misty just shoos her away, making her laugh louder.

The gate at the bottom of the stairs gets wrenched open, Vik appearing a moment later, tripping with a curse. V stares down at him, brow cocked, a grin slowly curving her lips.

Vik just stares right back at her, mouth dropping open. "I heard your laugh," is all he says before taking the stairs two at a time.

V feels her heart clench, her breath leaving her in a quiet sigh. She moves to meet him at the top of the stairs, arms thrown around his shoulders as her eyes fall shut. Vik grabs her around the waist, gripping her tighttighttight, nose pressed into her hair. He lifts her up, making her laugh breathlessly. She squeezes her eyes against the sudden burn of tears, burying her face in his chest. He smells like antiseptic and oil, feeling impossibly solid and warm against her.

V feels a sudden flood of emotion that threatens to tip her over. She squeezes Vik tighter in her arms, hoping he understands what she's too afraid to say.

"Had me worried, sweetheart," he says quietly, voice low.

"Can't get rid of me that easily," V replies, leaning up to kiss the underside of his jaw.

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4.

V's laying on her couch in naught but her underthings, head cradled in her palm. It's been a hell of a week, adjusting to the lack of Johnny in her brain. She tries to comfort herself with the thought that he's out there somewhere, smoking a cigarette and waxing poetic at any poor fool in earshot. Even if it's beyond the Blackwall; she keeps telling herself he's happy and well, because if she faces reality she isnt sure she'd be able to live with the guilt, regardless if it's what he wanted.

V bangs her head back against the armrest of the couch, blowing the hair from her face. She cant think about Johnny, not right now. Instead she focuses on the mass of muscle laying between her legs and on her stomach, fast asleep.

Vik fell asleep with his head on her chest about an hour previous, glasses tilted on his nose. V cards her fingers through his hair, smiling softly. She doesn't have the heart to wake him up, not yet. He's gotten about as much sleep as she has, recently. Which is to say: not a lot. When V wakes in the middle of the night from nightmares, he wakes up with her and holds her tight, making sure she knows she's safe. When she just cant turn her mind off enough to sleep, he stays up with her. He'd always been there for her whenever she needed him, and this was no different.

But Vik's a busy man, and he needs his rest more than she does. So V watches him breathe against the curve of her breast, grinning every time he snores. He's a solid weight against her, familiar and comfortable and feeling suspiciously like home.

V's fingers stutter over his scalp, and let's out a shaky breath as she studies his face. He doesnt know how much she's come to value his presence in her life, how much she's come to care. He's always been steadfast in his support, thoughtful and kind and - and incredible, really. He's been her friend, guardian, teacher, healer, lover. And everything in between.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," V whispers softly, heart in her throat. Vik doesn't move, doesnt respond; she feels relief at that, terrified at what his reaction would be. So she continues to run her fingers through his hair and grin each time he snores, heart feeling lighter than it has in a long time, confession finally freed from the confines of her heart, and feels content.

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5.

They're at a street party in Heywood, though what they're actually celebrating is a mystery to Vik. Latinos, according to a smirking V, love to throw a good party. It had been a good while since she'd joined a proper fiesta, asking Vik with those wide eyes of hers to come with her. He'd agreed after minimum grumbling, smiling as V laughed against his mouth.

Two whole blocks were closed in by gilded cars. There's loud music playing, tables full of food, some games for kids, a dance floor, even some shops popping up with gold clothes, jewelry, and guns on display. A bit of everything, really. They're even making use of the basketball court and small park situated on the block, kids running around and shrieking with laughter. It's a good time, the Valentinos welcoming their wayward daughter and her old man with open arms.

V's sitting in Vik's lap on a lawn chair, beer in her hand threatening to spill at any moment as she gestures wildly towards Padre. She's telling him in rapid Spanish about a recent gig she pulled off, exaggerating only a handful of things. Vik's not paying attention, admittedly; eyes repeatedly drawn to the sectioned off area of the park, where fights are being held. He feels that familiar itch, that desire to get in there and show 'em all how it's done.

His gaze is drawn away as V says his name, smiling down at him. She glances where he was looking, understanding lighting up her eyes. Pushing herself off his lap, she waves to Padre before pulling him towards the mats.

"Thought you'd enjoy this bit," V says to him over her shoulder, grinning. They stop at the edge of the small crowd, Vik throwing his arm over her shoulder as he gets a closer look at the fight, V threading her fingers with his.

There's two women facing off, both of them breathing heavily, grinning and taunting in Spanish. Eddies are changing hands, several people cheering the women on. Vik thinks the blonde might have it cinched, the quicker of the two. But just as he's about to say as much to V, the brunette fakes a left and wrenches her right fist up, connecting solidly with the other womans temple. The crowd shouts, and Vik groans sympathetically as the blonde staggers back, blood starting to run down the side of her face. Both of them drop their fists, going for a hug before stepping off the mats.

"Fights only go til first blood," V explains, looking up at him. "If you got a choom you need to work something out with, or just wanna get something off your chest; you do it here. No one gets shot, you can make some scratch; everyone's happy."

Vik nods; makes perfect sense, really.

They stand there to watch the next few fights, both of them slowly getting louder as they shout and cheer.

At some point, V looked up at Vik, watching him smile and cheer and gripe at the bouts. And she just .... keeps staring. There's a funny feeling in her chest, making her knees weak. The feeling of this combination of her worlds, the things that make V, V. The people that had raised her and loved her on the streets of Heywood. The man that cherished her. The reminiscence she feels, being among everyone again, combined with the tight feeling in her stomach at Vik's touch. Her life as Marina the street kid, ex-Velentino and the girl you called when you need an extra gun. Her life as V the solo, merc extraordinaire and the woman who will always get the job done. Everything coming together. Her life with Vik merging with her life as Marina, and it. It fits, perfectly, and V nearly staggers at the realization.

V pushes her face into the side of Vik's chest, whispering wordlessly over and over and over; I love you I love you I love you I love you I

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V's in a rush to leave, muttering to herself as she ties her hair back. She's hopping around the clinic, one foot bare and the other shoved into her boot. Vik had spotted her other shoe a couple minutes ago, but was too entertained to bother letting her know. Not yet, at least. They'd spent a better part of the morning laying together on the couch, talking and laughing and other things. She'd been on his lap, ready to take him deep when she caught a glance at the time, all but launching herself off of him when she realized she was late.

"Shit, shit, shit," V's muttering to herself, gathering up her guns and strapping them on, leaning down to check under various pieces of furniture for her other boot. "Got ten minutes to get to Japantown and you know traffic's gonna be shit -"

Vik snorts a laugh as he pulls his shirt on, watching her hop around with a fond smile. He takes pity on her and moves to the table, leaning down and picking up her shoe. He waves it at her wordlessly, walking towards her. He kneels in front of her, slipping the boot over her foot and giving her knee a quick kiss before he stands. V brightens, smiling as she kisses him deeply. She bats his hands away when he tries to grab her waist, laughing breathlessly.

"I gotta go," she says against his mouth, pulling away reluctantly. Vik groans, hooking a finger in her belt loop to pull her back for one last kiss.

"I'll be back tonight. Gotta run a couple errands," V's saying over her shoulder, walking to the gate. Vik leans against his desk, watching her hips sway with a smirk. She unlocks and opens it quickly, turning around to smile at him. She laughs before running back into his arms, throwing herself at him. He laughs and kisses her, holding her tight to his chest.

"Okay," V says, pulling out of his embrace, "I really do have to go." She half-runs to the gate, stepping through and sending him a little wave. "See ya tonight. I love you."

And then she's gone from his sight, running up the stairs. Vik stands there for a moment, brain threatening to blue-screen. Did she just - ?

Running footsteps. V stumbles down the stairs, catching herself on the wall. She looks at him with wide eyes, and Vik feels his heart stutter.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he finally says, breaking the silence. A look of relief floods her features, and her grin shines bright enough to light the place up.

They move at the same moment, meeting in the middle. Vik slips his arm under her ass to lift her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she kisses him deeply. She cradles his face with her hands, kissing him with enough passion it makes his knees weak. She's grinning against his mouth, and Vik has to stop kissing her to laugh, pressing his face to her chest.

V tilts his face up to catch his eye, smiling down at him. "I love you," she says, almost forcefully. His throat feels tight and he nods, staring right into her eyes.

"I love you," Vik whispers, and she leans down to capture his mouth.

(She's late for her meeting with the client, unable to stop smiling the whole time.)

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Part 2!

and now for part 2. @vixenofcourse Let's talk Eric and Quest!

Who is the most affectionate? In public? Neither but Quest does touch him more than she does anyone else. And lets him touch her.

Big spoon/Little spoon? Eric is the big spoon.

Most common argument? Eric: "Stop calling Nicole the love of your life!"

Favorite non-sexual activity? Quest enjoys watching Eric fight. Eric likes to watch Quest in her Roller Derby games.

Who is most likely to carry the other? Eric is more likely to carry Quest. Probably because she was sleeping and is impossible to wake up.

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Eric likes her hair. Quest likes his muscles.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? Actual feelings? Nothing really except that Eric is more outwardly possessive.

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? Quest calls Eric everything under the sun including calling him the wrong name like Aaron or nicknames like handsome, hot stuff, pumpkin...First, she did it just to irritate him. Now she does it for fun. Eric calls Quest by her name since it's technically a nickname.

Who worries the most? Quest probably does because she has to deal with everyone who wants her dead due to what she knows

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Neither of them remembers. Let's be honest. (it's probably Eric)

Who tops? Mainly Eric. Sometimes Quest if he lets her. She doesn't mind either way.

Who initiates kisses? Both of them do. Eric initiates the very first one.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first? Honestly, if there's a time that they do, it's probably Eric. Unless Quest is trying to keep him from murdering someone.

Who kisses the hardest? Eric. ;)

Who wakes up first? Eric. Quest sleeps like the dead.

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Quest. Sleep is the best in her opinion.

Who says I love you first? Neither of them does it straight out, but they say it in different ways. Such as making sure they have what they need, Eric moving Quest in with him without asking. Quest making things for him. Etc.

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) Quest would leave drawings. But they eat in the cafeteria for the most part.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? They don't have to. Quest tells Nicole and Leo who are both like "yeah we know."

What do their family/friends think of their relationship? Nicole thinks it's hilarious that Eric's jealous of her, even if he won't say it. Leo thinks it's good for them both. Everyone else is a little relieved that someone can handle Eric but also a little worried because she's a bit vicious in her own way.

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? Quest. Eric will dance if he thinks she's being hit on or he's tired of watching her dance with her friends.

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? Quest is a better cook but neither of them cooks much. They don't have to.

Who comes up with cheesy pick-up lines? 100% Quest. She'll say the most ridiculous things to get a rise out of him.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? They both do. It's a bit of a competition to see who can break first.

Who needs more assurance? Eric does lol. Not that he'd admit it.

What would be their theme song? Genghis Khan by Miike Snow

Who would sing to their child back to sleep? Quest would.

What do they do when they’re away from each other? Do their jobs. Quest hangs out with friends. Eric tries to ignore the worry that someone will hurt her when he's not there (after she survives the chasm)

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart: They start as a fwb situation and they are both reluctant to want more, to admit that they want more because that involves being vulnerable with the other. Neither of them are good at being vulnerable.

one headcanon about this OTP that mends it: They show it in other ways and Eric will eventually just ensure she knows that they belong to each other. She's not allowed to leave him. lol

[bookwyrminspiration]

hi! i just read the theory about Eleanor being Glimmer, and i would like to add onto that. What if, Ethan worked for Gislea, and then he decided to quit bc she asked him to do smth that crossed a line of his, and so she sent Keefe to give him a “warning” or smth and then killed Ethan when he said no, or he just ignored her and continued w/ his life. But. Eleanor survived (barely maybe?) and Gisela took her in. (and maybe like after she sent a “clean up crew” pt 1

pt 2) and Ethan is like imprisoned somewhere, barely alive. Glimmer reveals herself, everyone’s like “omg what that’s crazy” they get her dad back in some inadvertent way and it’s not the entire plot of the book, thoughts?

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oh hooray I can finally answer this one!! For the past like week the first part to this ask just mysteriously vanished from my inbox (it was there and then it wasn't and it wouldn't come back when I refreshed), but now it has reappeared and I can actually answer it! this is fantastic

I don't think this is unrealistic, as that letter could've contained any matter of things and we don't actually know what Ethan's relationship to Lady Gisela was or why she was interested in him. Given that Ethan was a human with a daughter and Lady Gisela is a prominent figure in a dangerous rebel organization, perhaps Gisela is willing to do a lot more immoral things and endanger people than Ethan would've been. That's not a guarantee as the reason Gisela was interested in him could've been specifically because he would do those things and have a capability due to the ruthlessness of humans. But either way I bet they had different perspectives, and that would tie into your "she asked him to do smth that crossed a line of his"

Oh! Here's a random idea that has a lot of holes in the reasoning: perhaps the very thing she wanted from Ethan was his daughter (haven't thought of a reason why yet), and she was something he wasn't willing to bargain with. Since Ethan wasn't cooperating, Gisela then could've had him killed and taken Eleanor (now Glimmer) with her in order to do whatever it was Ethan wasn't willing to do. There's a few things there that don't make sense like how Eleanor wasn't with Gisela in that screenshot Forkle found, and I'd think Gisela would want to take her immediately herself.

I personally don't think Ethan is alive, as it would negate the panicked guilt Keefe has been going through worried that he had something to do with Ethan and Eleanor's deaths. It would be a little anticlimactic for Keefe to be so obsessed over what happened to them because he things he did something and is guilty about it, only for it to be later revealed "oh hey they're actually both alive!" Shannon has had a history of reviving dead characters, but it adds more drama to the story to not have access to Ethan. It makes it harder on them. They can't just find him and ask him to explain everything they don't know because he's dead, which sends them on a chase for the information in a way that it gets slowly revealed and is more tense.

Eleanor was young enough and probably not involved in whatever her dad was, so her being alive doesn't make her an easy source of information about all of their plans which makes Glimmer being Eleanor a little more plausible of a theory.

However! Like I said Shannon has a habit of reviving the dead, so maybe she'll pull that again and Ethan really is somewhere and the drama is instead getting to him. If my earlier guess that Gisela wanted Eleanor is true (which I doubt), then perhaps Gisela could've taken her in and convinced her her dad was dead, meanwhile she gets Ethan to finally go along with what she wants by having Glimmer and threatening her.

This doesn't answer the question of how Eleanor would be an elf, but we're focusing more on Ethan right now.

I do think that if Glimmer is Eleanor and Ethan is alive and imprisoned somewhere with a lot of the information they need, it would be a major endeavor to get him back and probably go wrong in at least a few ways. That kind of mission tends to take up more space in the books, so given we have two left I'd assume if this happens it'd be the main crux of book 9, some kernel of information Ethan shares is used as the cliffhanger, and then taking down the Neverseen with that information would be the major thing in book 10.

It's hard to theorize about Ethan and Eleanor because we truly have almost no information about them, so we're grasping at straws and trying to make sense of what we see. But I don't think your idea about Keefe delivering a warning and Gisela pushing Ethan to the very bounds of what he's willing to do is impossible!!

I'm curious to see what's up with them whenever it's revealed!!

[mochikeiji]

Rockabye, My Love

↠ Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

↠ Warning: slight fluff, soft father/daughter moments, angst. Trigger Warning: mentions of death, depression.

↬ Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Every lyrics had a deeper meaning in them than just words that'll fit a song. Yours was heavier than anyone could think of, and Akaashi was singing it to his beloved baby girl.

↣ a/n: ohayo world! I'm sorry for late posts, expect the upcoming ones soon. School was giving too much works again. Thank you all for loving my Day 2 fic in Akaashi Week!! Also, the lullaby in this lyrics is the same tune as Isabella's Lullaby from The Promised Neverland.

⇢ Day 3: Single Parent AU

"Love, don't you worry too much,

You're doing fine.

You are the most precious thing I have loved.

I will never allow the cruel world to take you— away nor hurt you any more.

I will sing you this song when the world, caves on.

You'll be fine, I will never leave you.

You are the most beautiful thing that has came.

I will protect you forever, my love."

Life is difficult in many ways. It's either we were born different, have lost someone dear or have lost ourselves. It's no wonder how millions of people from all around the world, evert second, minute, hour— someone gives up on everything. It was cruel, disturbing, most of all heart breaking.

Akaashi never understood your true intentions. He was one hundred percent sure he had kept an eye on you at all cost. He's made you smile brighter, he's understood you more than anyone. He made you feel alive.

Yet now you ended up being dead to your own inner demons.

He remembers coming home after receiving good news from his company. He had received a promotion and a week off just for you. That was when the hospital had contacted him. He can recall his ragged breathing when he was allowed to place a foot in your room. Your monitor beating in an ever agonizingly slow rhythm, he knew it wasn't normal and immediately ran to your side.

He wanted to yell, scream, ask you why, why did you do this to yourself but he couldn't, not when you looked at him so scared and weak. The doctors had told him that he had only a few minutes with his wife, the drugs you've intake was too much, not everything was removed nor pumped out of your system. Akaashi never felt so depressed in all his life after that situation as he buried himself into your chest, listening to your lullabies that soon died down along with the light in your eyes.

That was the only reminisces he's had with you,the lullaby you would sing to yourself as a teen who strived to survive the world, a lullaby for his anxieties and own demons to be tamed, and the last thing you ever said. He was happy that over the years before your death, you had given him a customized music box that had the right notes of your song, only this time no one was singing it.

Fingers tapping anxiously on his work table, Akaashi started to fiddle with his thumb and then his index, losing his focus despite looking at the same drafted page lit up on his computer screen. He kept eyeing the pack of cigarettes that was just on the edge of his window— he needed one right now. Cigarettes were the last options he has for when he couldn't calm his beating heart or let his emotions out. But he knows how wrong it was to be damaging his health, and he knows he's going to get an earful from Bokuto since he visits his apartment every weekend. Even if Akaashi tries to hide his dirty deeds, Bokuto wasn't stupid to read through his eyes like before.

Foot was starting to bounce, his eyebrows were beginning to furrow, as if he was irritated, in trouble, or something. It wss getting harder for him, who wouldn't after losing their wife? The person he's loved since his teen years, the one he's vowed to never make her feel like how she did in the past. He failed you. He blames himself for all that matter, if he's added more precautions, maybe you'd still be here.

He bites his lips and whimpers, hands ruffling through his tossled hair and holding his head as his elbows were supporting him on the table. Everything was closing in once more, the walls to his workspace became suffocating, how he wishes one of his friends or yours would come knocking at his door even though it was already 2:30 am knowing how reckless he's getting. He swore he wasn't going to die sooner as you did. He promised to himself to let you and his memories live on, because once he dies, no one will ever remember the battles you've fought for, the good things you've done to many, and the love you've shared with him throughout the years.

"It's so hard without you, love.."

Eyes finally cracking with tears behind his glasses, he lets them stream down his face with his body shaking on his chair. Soon enough he was bound to get another headache from extreme emotion and will probably lay the whole day about it. But none of that mattered to him anymore.

He just wanted you back.

But his cries weren't the only ones that can be heard in his apartment.

Jolting up to realization, he carelessly wipes away his tears with his sleeves and tumbles our of his chair straight to his room. His heart was beating fast in worry and adrenaline, he thought the source of the crying in his room had been taken away or worse.

But it turns out, it was just his little baby girl crying in lonliness.

As he got closer, her cries were getting deafening, but he didn't mind. Not when his heart was swooning with guilt when he thought of giving up and caving to his own needs when he's forgotten he has a reason to continue on.

With the night lamp on at the side of her crib and his bed, he cooes at the sobbing baby with sweet nothings to catch her attention. Th cries immediately died down and replaced with sniffles and the baby looking up hazily at the dark figure above her.

Smiling, Akaashi carefully picks her up from the crib to cradle her on his chest. Giving her small pats on her back with hush whispers when he feels her stretch on his body.

"Shhh, I'm sorry, were you lonely?"

Grabbing on the string of his lamp shade on the nightstand, he pulls the string, allowing more light to glow in his room, and for his little girl to finally see that she wasn't alone anymore. Akaashi swayed gently as he remained in eye contact with the baby, smiling ever so slightly at the unreadable expression his daughter was possessing and played with her fingers.

"Maybe I should work with you around, you never really like it in the dark, do you, baby?"

His little girl cooes at him, curious of what language he was speaking to her and hopes he understood what she was saying as well. Akaashi's heart swelled at the adorable sound and nuzzled his face softly on her stomach, the baby still confused as ever but just clenches her hands in wonder.

His anxieties and thoughts disappearing in the air whilst he sat down on his bed and held his baby near to where his hesrt was beating. The same day you died, was the same day you had given birth. It was a miracle for the baby to be healthy despite what you had intake. He remembers after your announced death, the nurses had to usher him out, but only to drag him into another room where lies a bassinet and a couple of IV's attached and treatments.

When he got closer, his world was shaken that day. The sight of you and his baby alive and now existing after 9 months of waiting was there right before his eyes. But his heart broke at the thought of him being the only one to raise her, and her not having to meet her beloved mother. He was so emotional that day that he almost lost it when he realizes why she was kept in there and why there were so much stuff in this room. He didn't want to think thag he was losing another one when he had just met her.

The nurses explained that there was nothing wrong with the baby, just taking further check ups and to ensure she was absolutely healthy. He was already been forced outside your room that no longer held light, he wasn't going to leave the room where his daughter was until he holds her in his arms where he knows she'll be at the safest.

As time went by to now, Akaashi feared her growing up in the future. She resembled mostly to you. She was a dead carbon copy of you and he was terrified she'd experience what you have as history might repeat itself. The very thought of his daughter having something inside her little head without telling him scares him, Akaashi knew how cruel the world can be and hoe each second in life matters because we are unaware of the deaths happening at those time.

He prayed his baby girl wouldn't go through what you did as a child and carry it until she grows up. He hopes and believed in his own strength that he wasn't going to fail her this time— that there will be no person by her side and will lovd and protect her other than her daddy.

His tears blocking his vision of her as he held her tightly. He whimpers at remembering his thoughts earlier. He wanted to curse himself from thinking of leaving his daughter to fend for herself in this world and to find a way to be back to you. But he knows he was still with you, your daughter was the last love you could ever give him and he was going to love her more than anything.

The trembling of his body stops when his baby started to cry and squirm in his hold. Her whimpers breaking his heart when he couldn't solve her distress, it seemed like she was in pain and he knew this situation like in the past.

"Shh, shh, I'm here. I'm always here. I'm sorry."

Reciting out the same line he's used when he held you against his body that night. You cried and held a hand to your heart that day as he hugged you tighter. The demons inside you he had curse to go away and leave you alone. But they didn't.

An idea popped in his head and reached out inside his nightstand drawer. The little music box you have crafted for him still looked the same as it was before since it was taken with good care. He proceeded to wind it gently to let the soft tune play as he stood up once more to cradle his crying baby.

"Love, don't you worry too much,

You're doing fine."

He sings the first verse of the long memorized lullaby you sang for him. Using his thumb to wipe away the little tears that had escaped his daughters eyes. Her cries were stopped momentarily and were replaced by sniffles. Her dazed eyes making eye contact with her father's.

"You are the most precious thing I have loved."

Akaashi would be cringing thinking his voice was terrible, but the little girl in his arms seemed to be intrigued and loving the harmonized voice of her daddy and an unknown tune from the background.

His voice was smooth and soft. Completely out of character from his monotone one, but enough to capture the attention of someone.

"I will never allow the cruel world to take you— away nor hurt you any more."

He couldn't tell if he was singing the lullaby to her or he was making a silent vow to her. The lullaby you sang to him for the first time he tried searching for in the internet what the lyrics meant and who wrote it. Sadly, there were no results that came up that day.

And you never really told him how you got that song and who it was referring to in the lyrics.

But nevertheless, the lyrics could never be at the right time as it was now. It felt like he was reminding himself of what his role was from now on and what his daughter should always remember as she grows up.

No one was going to hurt her on her watch.

"I will sing you this song when the world, caves on.

You'll be fine, I will never leave you."

At the end of that line his voice cracks as he held back his own tears. He can hear only now your voice and hoe you would thread his hair during nights of distress. How he missed so many cracks of your voice from being too intrigued with the song. How he missed the fact that you needed him the most those nights of terror, yet you chose to make him feel secure and loved without leaving anything for yourself.

Slowly, his mind was connecting all the lyrics and your actions in his head. You were a self reliant person.

You sang this song in reminder that you were loved, beautiful and was protected by the few people that truly loved you. This song was meant to keep you alive.

To keep him going.

And now

It was a vow from him to his daughter.

"You are the most beautiful thing that has came."

Smiling sadly down to his baby now calmed down and listening intently to her daddy, Akaashi leans down to press kisses on her face with his tears sliding down.

He should've sang this to you when you needed it the most. A reminder of what you truly were to him. He hopes deep inside, somewhere up there or in his room you were listening. Listening to him remind you and his daughter— his world and universe, that he was going to be stronger and fulfill his own promises.

One day he was going to meet you in another life he believed, where he'd make you stay, where you and him will raise your little girl once again and he'll wake up next to you. Where he'll be the one singing this lullaby tune as he hold you both in his arms.

But for now, it was just going to be him and his baby girl.

"I will, protect you. Forever, my love."

[piracytheorist]

(laa) oh Ethan's far from my first obsession or hyperfocus (earliest RE were OG chris, Jill and Claire in early 2000s), but normally these last a month or 2 then fade to 'man I really like this thing' and I occasionally revisit them when something pops on my feeds or any tracked tags in some sites,,, but with these characters? so far it's been nothing but 'Ethan! Rose! classic!RE lore revisit! sometimes Venom! rarely the lords+miranda! then back to Ethan! Rose!' and and the whole loving a chara that *loves*? aw yisss

like I'm at work, and sometimes if there aren't any customers or things to write on the pc, there's just fanfic in my mind 'hm *Ethan doing mundane stuff I do at home - or teaching Rose how to play piano* ah yes happy hcs ♥' or 'enough of Ethan survived and was picked up by the Connections bc Lucas told them about him and/or their mole in the BSAA found out his moldy status and now Rose is going to find him while on a completely unrelated mission and they've experimented on him and hurt him so much during all these years she thought him dead (I need the whump (ʘ‿ʘ✿) ), she could barely recognise him, it was only bc of the emotion in his eyes when he looked at her and when he tries to whisper her name (and ofc the mold itself probably screaming at her that's Daddy!!) and she well she rains absolute hell on them and brings down the entire facility - chris being disturbed is a must, he understands why she did it but also serves as a nice reminder of how powerful she is and how much she loves her dad and how far she'll go for him ok just like that agent said 'you're a lot like him, you know?' (did this guy know Ethan or just heard about him? why say 'today of all days', was it a special date, what about? they both know chris (and she's not v happy w him) so whats with the sniper? i have questions! capcommm! these years of waiting - also i need sleep rn)

Oh, yeah. Like Ethan's a pretty simple character, he doesn't really need much to work as he does, but the things he does are so in sync with what I like.

Like on my first watch of a playthrough, at first I was both "He seems kinda boring lol" and "Aw poor dude. Don't worry Ethan, we're in this together. But your screams of pain ARE kinda doing it for me..." at the same time XD It was through his continuous refusal to give a shit and to accept he's in a horror game and through his love for Rose that moved him forward that took me from liking him straight into loving the shit out of him.

Coming up with fic ideas during boring work hours is a must. How else are we gonna spend our time? XD Ethan teaching Rose how to play the piano 🥺🥺 Im lov. I want this, sweet moments between a daughter and the father who fought like hell to save her 😭😭 But this:

"she could barely recognise him, it was only bc of the emotion in his eyes when he looked at her and when he tries to whisper her name (and ofc the mold itself probably screaming at her that's Daddy!!)"

sadafdsgfadgafsdgfdv!! I want this!! I want them to reunite so bad! And if it's after Ethan has been tortured and experimented upon... well, the more whump the better! Like you know, make him suffer hell and then give him a happy ending. That's how it works for us! They deserve to get to know each other 🥺🥺

I'd honestly love to see how Rose grows up to see Chris as. She says to that agent "I can show you things even Chris doesn't know I can do" so Chris knows a lot, and is supposed to be the guy who knows THE most about Rose, at least when it comes to her mold powers. And I'd really like to see the dynamic of those two.

About that agent, I've heard the theory that he was one of the guys who gave Ethan military training before re8. Otherwise, if he's just heard about Ethan, it doesn't make too much sense, because it's different to get to know a person and to just hear stuff about them. Or maybe Ethan's story became a BIG thing in whatever team they've got going on (I'm guessing it's not BSAA) and he knows a lot of stuff about him. He says "Today of all days" because it looks like it's Ethan's birthday. Like Rose says "Sorry I missed last week" when she puts the flowers down on his grave, but I don't know if that means that she missed his birthday which was last week, or if she missed her weekly visit to his grave, and the day she went happened to be his birthday.

And about the sniper, I'm pretty sure they're afraid of her. I don't think them having a sniper on her was approved by Chris - in fact, I have a theory that her working with that agent is happening completely behind Chris' back, like Chris has a team training Rose and this guy is with them and secretly working with her, perhaps because he's a Connections/BSAA mole and they want to use her or something - but in any case they probably think she may get uncontrollable and unpredictable, so they're having a failsafe in case she tries something. Super creepy, by the way. But it's also an awesome sequel hook, as soon as I saw it I was like "So Rose for protagonist on re9, right? Is it coming tomorrow or what??"

[amynatural]

I know I said I'll write as soon as I get out of here, but one thing led to another and I kind of forgot. Anyways, I survived!

I was planning to get out of there before Sam and Dean gets here but it seemed nearly impossible for me. The place was literally surrounded. There were at least four of them, according to what I could see from the windows. Four, being the ones I actually saw. There were probably others as well. So my plan changed from "get out before they arrive and run" to "get out while they were distracting the demons". That made me sound like a selfish person, but that's actually what Sam told me to do, when we were talking about these situations before. So that's on him, not me.

After a few hours of captivity and trying to form a plan, Sam called me. I answered the phone with a whisper, as a precaution.

"Sam? Did you find the place yet?"

"Yeah, we are almost there. I called to see if you were still okay."

"I'm okay. I'll be better once you arrive." Then I added, with a voice as worried as I was. "Sam, I checked from the windows, there are at least four of them. How will we get out of this?"

"We'll deal with it. Don't worry. You try and get out if you find any chance. But don't put your life on the line. We'll be there in fifteen."

"Okay. Stay safe." With that, he hung up.

After more than a fifteen minutes, I started hearing some stuff from downstairs. Glass breaking, objects falling or being thrown, people falling or being thrown... So I did a smart thing before I do the stupid. I checked the windows. Three men I saw was gone, which meant this was my chance. I checked my door in case it wasn't, but I knew it was locked. So I decided on the windows.

It took me a while but I managed to break one of the windows. I was cautious about the noise it made, but nobody seemed to notice. From what I could guess, a loud fight was going on downstairs.

I was at the second floor so it wasn't hard to get out after that point. I jumped without any issue and found myself completely alone at the back of the abandoned hotel.

It wasn't what Sam said, but I walked around the hotel and checked out what was happening. Seeing Dean pinned to a wall by a demon and Sam fighting another demon with a knife sent shivers down my spine. The demon I talked with upstairs was nowhere to be seen. What I did next, was probably the stupidest thing I've ever done but I don't regret it. I looked around and I quickly found a chair close to me. I grabbed it and threw it to the demon holding Dean. It didn't have much affect on him but he was surprised, which was in Dean's favor. He managed to escape from his place and turn the situation upside down. On the other hand, Sam and the demon he was dealing with saw me.

"Amy!" As the demon changed his target from him to me, Sam tried to warn me but it was a bit too late. Demon came forward and grabbed me by my sweatshirt.

"Now now... Calm down, boys, or she'll be dead in a second." Other demon walked up to the one who's holding me tight. I could see worry in Sam's eyes, while Dean looked pissed.

"You're gonna let us leave. With the girl." Said the demon.

"Not gonna happen." Dean said firmly, bowing his head in the slightest.

"Or she'll die." The demon sounded confident.

I looked at both of them. I was sure that we were thinking the same thing. I gave Dean a slight nod, as if to say 'Give me the sign and I'll deal with this one'. His eyes wandered to the other demon who was pacing the room and then looked at Sam. As Sam's eyes found Dean, I realized they were communicating non-verbally once again. Dean looked back at me and gave me a slight nod back. The sign. I turned around in a flash and kicked the guy on the nuts, and while he bowed, I elbowed his head. This made his grip softened. As I ran away from him, my eyes searched for the boys.

As soon as I was out of the demon's reach, Dean attacked him and they both fell to the floor. On the other side of the room I could see Sam killing the other demon with the knife he has.

Right when Dean killed the demon and turned to me, a hand reached from my back and wrapped around my neck. It was the one I talked with upstairs. The last demon I saw from the windows was with him as well.

"Dean and Sam Winchester. What a nice surprise."

They didn't respond but I could see them tensing up, once again.

"It's an honor to meet you, really." The demon continued. "Something is bugging me though. Why do you care if we kill her or not? Is she important or something?" His voice was mocking, although he sounded genuinely confused.

"Why do you wanna kill her?" Sam asked, sternly.

"Because she was a mistake! I told this to her too, it's nothing personal. One of us went to kill a hunter, it was a matter of revenge I suppose, and this one was so happened to be there. To be honest, I blame Jeff. He had to gather more info, I mean, how could he not know she had a daughter?!"

"You're gonna let her go." Dean's eyes were focused on the demon.

"See, I can't do that. I kinda made a promise."

"You'll tell them she escaped."

"Yeah? And how do you expect me to live after I said that?"

"Then you tell them she is a Winchester." Dean said, a daring smile forming on his face.

The demon's arm around my neck was softened. I quickly got away and found my way behind the boys.

"That bastard sent us to hunt down a Winchester!?" He took a step back, horror was forming through his eyes.

I didn't expect his next move to turn around and run with the other demon, but that's just what happened.

We got out safely after that.

As I walked to the Impala, I thanked them. They shared a look before Dean stopped walking and turned to me. I looked at him, questioning what was in his mind.

"Look, I'll keep it short. Come with us."

"...What?" That was sudden.

"You'll be safer with us. Plus, we can teach you."

I knew I would be safer and I knew I could learn a lot of things from them, but I didn't think they would be the ones offering. Especially Dean. I kind of thought I would be the one asking -begging- to join them.

"You mean it?" I asked, unsure of what's really happening. I looked at Sam, who was standing next to the Impala. He wasn't near us but I was sure he knew what we were talking about, as he reassuringly nodded.

"Decide before I change my mind."

"Yes! Yes, of course I'll come with you!" I said, quickly.

"Good choice." He smiled, his eyes are focused on his Baby. He threw an arm over my shoulders as we walked to Sam, who had an adorable little smile on his face.

I found my way to the back seat, my mind was surprisingly calm. I felt safe. Safer than I expected to feel. I suppose that's how it feels like to have someone to rely on, even when you're kidnapped by a bunch of demons.

[artsyxloner]

Not just a Monster

Warning: violence, blood,

16: life or death

We were both shaking, even though if Eun-Yoo did open up the door for Ji-Su to use the restroom she still would have passed out. " come on help me lift her!" I pleaded to grab her one side while she got the other.

We both counted to three lifting her. Pulling her arms around our neck making our way out of the girl's restroom. I called for help,  not knowing if anyone knew what to do.

Seeing Eun-Hyuk and Jae-Heon they ran over to us. Jake-Heon took Ji-Soo first. " what happened?" Run-Hyuk questioned. I was about to answers until Eun-Yoo did. " she collapsed in the restroom."

There were tear stains on The girl's face, " she been acting like her side has been hurting her for a few days now haven't you all noticed?"

" we've asked but she just denied it." I bit my lip, " what are we going to do?" Eun-Hyuk shook his head " take her to a couch, she needs to lay down so we can figure out the problem."

And we did just that, laying her on the couch moving some of the pillows and blankets off them. She groaned while we were doing this. " how much does it hurt?" We have all gathered in behind.

" I'm fine." Ji-Soo Urged but Eun-Hyuk put his hand on her side and pressed down. She cried out in pain, " I'm going to lift my hand now." After he did she cried out more. " I think it's appendicitis?"

Ji-Soo repeated after him,

" Appendicitis?" She asked not knowing what he was talking about. " Your appendix." Everyone started whispering, " appendix, how does he know that?"

" you should know that we were poor but he still went to med school." Eun-Hyuk explained, " so what do we do?" Su-Yeong wonder, " she'll be okay." Mrs. Cha rubbed the little girl's head.

" the golden hour is running out on both sides." Hye-In implied I frowned, staring at her. I don't know if she was going to be alright? What if we ran out of time on the golden hour?

Soon Eun-Hyun, Jae-Heon, me, and Eun-Yoo were talking amongst ourselves while everyone was in the day-Care-Center.

" if her appendix burst it'll become Serious. In her peritoneum, she could get an infection and Bacteria can spread out through her entire body."

I leaned back on the hall, thinking this over, it wasn't good. " she'll need surgery?" Jae-Heon pronounced, " there's nothing we can do here," I heard Eun-Yoo grumble. " and I'm not sure if I know how?"

Well knowing some medical stuff is better than not knowing at all. " so you're saying you're not going to do anything about it!." Eun-Yoo got up fussing at her brother.

" We can't just let her suffer?" I butted in but I understood, that he was put in a difficult situation. Someone's life was in his hands with just a little experience. " do whatever you can do because I need to get even with her!" Eun-Yoo demanded.

I bit the inside of my lip my nerves her racking up as we got done talking about what was going to happen. Now here comes the hard part. " so there's a chance I might die?" Ji-Soo admitted.

Eun-Hyuk nodded, " yes." I felt bad for her and I don't know how she was taking the news. Probably not well. " there's a higher chance of dying than surviving... It's your call."

He told her, but it didn't take long for her answer because she murmured a yes. " if I don't, there's no chance of surviving at all." She was set with her answer that and Eun-Hyuk left the room.

Everyone was in here even Hyun-Su, " I'll perform surgery. I need antibiotics, anesthetics, saline, and surgical instruments." Eun-Hyuk informed, " I'll go," Jae-Heon Volunteered, it was nice of him but it would be trouble since she's only got one good arm.

" are you trying to die?" Sang-Wook walked up, " you'll just be a burden in that state." That was kinda harsh.

"Okay, I'll go too." I looked over towards Yu-Ri, " no you. won't." Gil-Seob declared, " there are dozens of surgical tools unless you're going to bring the whole hospital, You need someone who we will get the right equipment."

Gil-Seob stood up walking over towards Yu-R, she nodded her head as If saying I'll be okay. " please help us." It was Eun-Hyuk you couldn't tell by his face but he was serious.

So we all began working on getting ready for Ji-Soo surgery. Wiping down the table with hot water, disinfecting everything that was gonna be used. Like the Surgical tools. Hanging up plastic around the room.

Once I was done helping I grabbed my duffel bag, knowing I'll need it for the medical tools. And my machete Du-Silk fixed it to where a bat was Screwed into it.

It was pretty badass, going over to the back seat of the newly reinforced car I opened the door throwing in my bag about to get in when a hand grabbed my shoulder Stopping I look over to see who it was.

Eun-Hyuk stood in front of me, " if things go south just go to the hospital. Getting food is optional Saving Ji-Soo is the main goal." I nodded, " we'll be back soon." I got in and closed the door.

It was great to know he was thinking about others' now and not being so selfish. When everyone that was going got in the vehicle Sang-Wook who was driving started the Engine and we took off. Hyun-Su decided to come with us even I didn't want him to.

Thinking about going outside again, we're it all began. We're I survived with no one, because of what I didn't mean to do. I knew I was still responsible but Did I want to live with the Constant guilt?

That's what I use to think, not knowing when my time would be up if I went out on a run wondering if I might not come back alive. Dying from hunger or dehydration or anything else in this damn world that would do the job.

I didn't want to though at least not know or ever. Yes, I would have to live with it there death but keeping their Memory alive is what I want. To be able to never forget my loved ones.

Going down a dark tunnel I saw the exit and bright sunlight And clear blue sky's it gave me hope, knowing the group I was with is my new friends possibly family and for some reason, I couldn't leave them.

It's maybe because I found a connection with Hyun-Su that we both have held out for this long it's August 25 year twenty-twenty. I have passed the 15-day mark since the 8th of monsterization.

You could say I was holding out but I haven't been fainting having no nosebleeds, or Hallucinations. It's not that I was worried about not having those things I'm just worried when IT comes back I wouldn't be able to contain the monster and finally turn.

I was a ticking time bomb, to say the least. As we rolled out on the ground the ground began to rumble. Feeling the car shake I Gripped my weapon looking outside.

I didn't have time to react because are were rammed into. Feeling the impact of the hit on my side I felt the door close in as we were thrown through the air. Screaming could be heard as the glass was flying everywhere.

Crashing landed on an enormous pile of sand rolling down it the car flipped over a couple of times until it stopped. Blood was dripping from my face clouding my vision as if it was blurry enough from my head swinging back and forth.

I yelled out it see if the others were alive. But I didn't hear a response. Please God don't let them be dead I thought, trying to get out of my seat. But where the door was caved in on me and that my seatbelt was completely stuck I couldn't free myself to help anyone.

Yu-Ri was laying on the roof of the car that was upside down, blood was all over her face passed out so was Sang-Wook searching around I couldn't find Hyun-Su he was in the front passenger seat but he wasn't there.

Looking around Frantically I saw his body lying outside on the ground he wasn't moving. Tears began to fall from my face, I needed to get out and help them. I didn't see my machete bat anywhere to cut myself out.

But there was a large piece of glass stuck in my leg it was big than my hand. I had to pull it out, taking ahold of it I clenched my teeth jerking it out real fast. I cussed sucking in a breath, that fucking hurt.

Taking the seatbelt, I Started to saw on the thick material moving it back-and-forth. Then then the rumbling came back. My breathing quickened as I was trying to cut faster.

" come on you stupid piece of shit!" I mumbled Anxiously, I was finally able to cut myself free slowly I made my way down until I got on the ground. I took my hand shaking Yu-ri but she wouldn't get up. Signing Looking through the car's window I saw Hyun-Su waking.

I was afraid the giant monster get to him before he would have time to react. I screamed out his name to get his attention. " Hyun-Su!!! Get up!!!" I Cried seeing him glance over to me eyes wide when he saw the monster warning him about.

He got up staggering a little bit, grabbing his spear. He Launched at the monster trying to stop it in its thigh but it was no use it ended up flinging its hand hitting Hyun-Su sending him flying crashing into more sand construction equipment.

I screamed out, and the giant monster looked down at me and smiled with its bloody mouth. It picked a concrete cylinder and checked it at Hyun-Su. But he dodged it just in time.

I let out a shaky breath, there was a movement in the front seat it was Sang-Wook he pulled himself out of the car. I began to smell smoke inhaling the fumes, making me cough It was going to catch on fire soon.

I hurried to cut Yu-Ri's belt, hearing I banging noise. Sang-Wook jerked open the door. I soon was able to cut her free, heaving her up I dragged myself over to the opening Sang-Wook made.

It was a tight space so I laid Yu-Ri in front of me first so he could grab her. " here take her, I'm fine."  I stated not needing help. I was about to crawl out but then remembered my Field guide journal with my family picture in it. I found it near the front.

I was close enough to reach and unzip it, searching around my hand to touch the cover of the pages. Getting it out I held it close to me while dragging my Injured leg that was bleeding heavily out.

I clutched my leg adding pressure as I got up limping, to get away it was going to blow up any minute. But my leg was in too much pain, I fell to the ground, landing on my side.

I grunted cussing out,  " damn leg!" Trying to get up but then I smelled gas. My eyes widened trying to pull myself up again.  The smell was getting thicker and stronger.

I didn't know where Sang-Wook went with Yu-ri but I hope they were safe. Off in the distance, I heard someone calling out my name. Looking up it was Hyun-Su, he was running.

I hadn't noticed the big red fire truck that had come in all this ruckus. The person that was driving it was ramming the monster with it. Just then I began to feel the heat and something grabbing me yanking me out of the way when the car exploded.

Knowing it was Hyun-Su he wrapped his arm around me as we tumbled to the ground. Making a thud sound, I landed on him my face got shoved in his chest.

I stayed there for a minute taking short hard breathes, I could feel his arm tighten around when I started to move. " Are...you alright?" Hyun-Su breathed out.

Wondering if I was okay, I was quiet for a minute but then answered. " I gashed my leg open, but I'm fine." I wiggled out of his grasp sitting up, he did also.

Seeing the huge slash that was oozing a lot of blood by the minute. " can you try and stand?" He asked, but I shook my head. " no, I can walk." Hissed in pain when I moved it.

" Okay, " was all Hyun-Su said grabbing my arm he wrapped it around his shoulder. " I'm going to lift you, can you get on my back," he added, I nodded as he Crouched down.

Climbing on it, I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving the clear he stood up and walked back to the apartment building. Feeling tired I laid my head on his shoulder.

This is kinda long but I hope you enjoy it!! ☺️✨

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so Zevran needed a little convincing. but we got there in the end! honestly Zoloft did feel disgusting when Zevran said it like that. i mean that was exactly what she was going to do but Zevran's voice actor is so good and I felt really bad. its just she's killing the very people she modeled herself after, and this isn't about her at all.

its about a broken father and innocent people who are suffering because their ancestors were shit. and Zoloft does not care at all. everyone there, except Lanaya a singular elf that wasn't even born Dalish, didn't trust her. at this point Zoloft doesn't even feel elven. she doesn't know about Arlathan, or the gods, or speak elven. all she has is pointy ears and without that, she's basically human. and no human that slaughtered elves were considered to be decent people, except for the chantry. and that thought leaves such a bitter taste in her mouth.

so now Zoloft either has to choose a different path that involves not killing the people that made her hate herself (very bad. this is how she deals with people she hates), or admit that she's a terrible person. and at this point, she can't really lie to herself anymore. like she's fucking awful. Connor is going to be possessed, that little girl from Shale's quest is already dead, the circle is destroyed, Shale doesn't know where they came from, she helped Branka enslave people, she lied to Alistair about his mother's amulet, Morrigan is going to die and she doesn't even know it, etc. like she's gone all this way and did not even consider the ethics. and now Zevran is confronting her with it.

the templars were so worried about Jowan and Uldred being maleficars that they completely ignored the true evil blood mage. Uldred at the very least wanted something good for other people before he got possessed anyway, and Jowan did what he needed to do to survive and he didn't even kill anyone! Zoloft probably wouldn't even be fighting the blight if she had the choice. she'd probably be scamming travelers without a care in the world.

So Zoloft is pretty sure that at this point, if the maker ever cared for her, he probably doesn't anymore. like there has got to be a cutoff point somewhere and she's killed enough children to reach it by now. so.... there really is no turning back now. its not even pride or anything. she just resigned herself to being like this until her calling where she'll probably be turned into a broodmother and undo all her hard work. she envies Leliana for being a normal human instead of an elven mage because at least Leliana had sanctuary and healing in the chantry. elven mages can't have that ever.