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sunnysviolin · 4 years

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au where kel shatters (i use shatter instead of snap bc snap implies anger) and just. stops trying. like completely fading into the background, giving up on everything except his visits to sunny and maybe basketball. - ⚜️

A wild nonnie appeared! Hahaha lol my stupid jokes only make me laugh. BUT! Welcome to the club fleur de lis <3 I saw you and immediately gasped and began to work on this. I saved it and scheduled this to go out after Mari’s birthday so uhhh Happy Tuesday! I’ve gotta catch em all LMAO. Also what an ask to start off with I love it so much! I feel bad because it’s clear who my favorite characters are and which ones I neglect, but alas. People who say they don’t have favorite children….liars...all of em. Anyways here take some headcanons for this nonnie.

ALSO Honestly this isn’t even really an AU, It’s like a soft sort of canon shift that butterfly effects outward. I’m also going with the suicide ending where both Basil and Sunny end up dying so trigger/spoiler warning. Usually I put this kind of thing under a read more if I put a trigger warning, but I don’t think I will because it’s not like explicitly discussed here. I will put it in the tags though…. Haha I lied! I’m putting this under a read more because it got long as fuck and also it’s actually really sad….geez

I think that there’s a lot in canon that supports this au idea. Honestly it’s crazy to think that somehow he held onto his positivity and that’s what saved everyone. If Kel hadn’t continued to reach out to Sunny for all of those years and continued to treat all of his friends with love and determination...they might’ve all ended up being consumed by their grief

So what if….he didn’t continue to reach out

After Mari dies Kel does his best to try and hold together a rapidly sinking ship. He does his best to be there for Hero, to check on Sunny, to defend Basil from Aubrey even though Basil is increasingly pulling away.

It’s hard work and he has no support system, but he knows that his people need him. He still has his optimism and it gives him strength

But what would be enough to shatter that? What would be enough to push Kel into giving up?

Hero

Hero was able to make a shift after the night that he and Kel argued. In canon he says terrible things to Kel, but almost immediately apologizes and comes back into being himself somewhat. His parents tried to take him away, but Hero persevered past that and probably saved himself and Kel that night.

Everyone was alone after Mari died, but after that night Hero and Kel at least somewhat had each other. I think it’s because of that that Kel is able to keep up his hope in canon.

So this is the one shift in this AU. Hero lets his parents take him away. He didn't come back that night. Kel was left alone after their argument.

That night is Kel’s formative experience. His brother and his parents leaving him and letting him be all by himself drowning in his grief and his pain. It’s a terrible night, but he’s still alive the next day. Still alive, but he’s different now. Hero still makes him breakfast and still apologizes, but the damage is already done.

Kel takes the plate and picks at the food, but he doesn’t tell his brother it’s okay. He doesn’t forgive him. Hero thinks that Kel is angry with him and needs time, but Kel isn’t angry. Kel is just tired and he has given in to what the rest of them already gave into

Kel goes to school that day and he doesn’t look to see if Basil came today. When Aubrey and her group try to provoke him, Kel doesn’t take the bait. After school he goes to the park and plays basketball by himself. He doesn’t go home until late in the night. Practicing basketball is the first thing that has felt good to him in a long time. Sinking shots is a simple motion that brings success over and over.

He gets home after dark, long past curfew.

Hero was worried sick and his parents are angry, and Kel just...doesn’t care. His brother is shaking him and his parents are yelling, and all of it just bounces off of Kel. He isn’t scared by their reactions, isn’t annoyed or irritated. He’s just...mute.

And that’s how it continues. Hero keeps trying to reach him, but Kel won’t be reached. He heard exactly what Hero thought of him that night, and he’s done with trying. It’s not even a spiteful or angry thing. He just doesn’t have any hope that things will get better anymore.

Kel stops knocking on Sunny’s door everyday afterschool. He stops looking for Basil in the halls. Aubrey’s insults and taunts roll off of him and she slowly stops trying to get his attention. Kel focuses in on the few things he knows he still understands. The feeling of dribbling a ball. The faint heart race of running across a court.

Kel makes it onto the varsity team when he’s 14. Freshman normally don’t, but he’s good. He’s really good, but there’s one key thing that holds him from being the best. Kel is not a team player. It’s not that he hogs the ball or has some negative energy, he just has no interest in bonding with the rest of the team.

((He had people. He had people and he lost people. Kel doesn’t want any new people))

There is only one thing that gives him a tiny amount of hope. When he’s 16, he finds out Sunny is moving. He takes the last meagre amount of will he has and knocks on Sunny’s door. For the first time...Sunny answers.

Those three days bring Kel back to who he used to be. Running around town with Sunny, solving problems, even fighting feels good. It’s like a dream. First he gets Sunny back, then Hero, and then even Aubrey. Falling asleep in Basil’s house that last night is the first time Kel sleeps soundly. Everything is going to be okay now, he’s sure of it.

Then he wakes up in the middle of the night.

He hears someone crying. His heart drops. He moves out of the living room and sees Aubrey collapsed on the floor and Hero standing in the doorway of Basil’s room. Kel peeks around him.

Basil is dead in his room. Kel looked inside, and he had to go into the bathroom and throw up afterward. That night is long, but the morning is worse. Kel and Hero walk back home together, and as they round the corner to their house, they see a familiar sight

Ambulances and police cars surround the house next to theirs. When Mari died they created a blue and red halo around the house. The same halo is around it now. Hero goes to talk to one of the officers milling about, but Kel goes into the house. He doesn’t need any confirmation to know Sunny killed himself. Of course Sunny killed himself.

After that any part of Kel that still had hope is permanently snuffed out.

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triplexdoublex · 4 years

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Alpha Omega

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦

A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)

College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.

“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.

“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.

“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.

Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.

“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.

“Hey Cols, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”

“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.

“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.

“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.

“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”

“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”

“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’

“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.

“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.

“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”

“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.

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The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head

“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.

“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.

“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”

“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”

“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”

“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.

“You threw up on them,” he answers.

“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”

“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”

“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”

“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.

You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.

“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”

“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.

He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?”

You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.

“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”

“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.

“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”

“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.

“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”

“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.

Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”

“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.

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“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”

“Awww, you have a daughter?”

“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”

“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.

“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.

“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.

“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”

“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”

“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.

“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.

“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.

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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.

“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”

“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is! My girls always cum,” he smirks.

��Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”

“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?

“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.

“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”

“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.

“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.

The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.

“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence

“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”

“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”

“Are--are you saying you wanna — “

“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”

“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.

“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.

“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”

You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.

“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.

You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.

“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you.

With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.

“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.

All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.

Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.

“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.

“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.

“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.

“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper.

“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.

To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.

“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!” you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.

“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.

‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach.

“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.”

“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”

“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.

“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”

#mkg #mkg smut #machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly smut #colson baker #colson baker smut #colson x reader #mgk x reader #machine gun kelly x reader #EST #XX #Pete Davidson #colson baker x reader #alpha omega #AU #mgk fanfic #machine gun Kelly fanfic #Colson baker reader

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totally-correct-genshin · 3 years

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I got it ;) 👍 under the read more bc the tag is Full with good fics and this is turning really long

Amber/Lumine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33495622/chapters/83217547

"About Us: Gliding

When I'm teaching you to glide, I feel like I can go even faster than usual... Huh? What are you laughing at? I'll prove it! We can race - right now!"

-no tags i see relevant to say

Me: if you know rwby you're gonna love this one, but its not needed to watch it to understand the fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33365356

"After arriving in Inazuma, Lumine writes to her girlfriend about her experience and how much she misses her."

-love letters, tooth rotting fluff.

Me: just lumine being a sappy sapphic, a lil bit of Inazuma spoilers

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33327094

In a quiet moment stolen away, with only the whisper of the sea breeze in the wind, Lumine pulls Amber along the shoreline; fingers and hearts intertwined.

-fluff, tooth rotting fluff.

Me: this is one of my favorites in the tags

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33085228

"Domestic Lumiamber after Amber falls off her skateboard [again]."

-blood mention, estabilished relationship, modern au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32848369

"Witch Lumine gets an anonymous potion request but gets a surprise in return."

-fantasy au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33185512

"The wind blew ever so lightly, ruffling Lumine’s hair and dress, the sunlight was donning on her like a ray of gold. With her pack on her back, Lumine brushed a lock of hair away from her face. The wind fluttered around her like an infant child, teasing her by messing her hair. She was… breathtaking…"

-hanahaki disease, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, blood mentioned and described.

Me: IM A SUCKER FOR HANAHAKI AND THIS ONE IS PERFECT

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31725022

"Cold. That’s the first feeling that Lumine knows. Space has always been cold. Space has always been cold and empty and lonely. Space is dark and vast and Lumine wants something more than that. What exactly does she want? She has no idea."

-Among us au

Me: L O O K, it loojs crackish, its probably crackish but its also very good

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30975731

"It didn't take long for the nightmares to grow worse for Lumine after her run-in with the Abyss. Fortunately, Amber is there for her even if she doesn't know everything."

-hurt/comfort, fluff, nightmares

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30490731

"Lumine and just how much she has a thing for Amber's hair"

-fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30338580

"Lumine’s back. There’s no better time to talk about flowers, absent family, and dead traditions."

-fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29985339

"She's happy. She's smiling, ear to ear, and giggling like a fool as she pulls up the ears of her bunny hoodie."

-short, tooth-rotting fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29823564

"As the sole Outrider, Amber prides herself on her ability to agilely traverse Mondstadt's wilderness with ease. And yet somehow, she still finds herself stumbling over her feet, heel cracking over a branch, and she gasps when suddenly, she's meeting the keen gaze of two golden eyes."

-canon divergence, kinda angsty??

Me: its so beautifully written and interesting that it found its way onto here even tho i find Amber a bit ooc in the ending

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29729769

"It's junior Prom night, an event awaited by all students in Mondstadt School. Amber is also looking forward to having fun with her friends - but when an unexpected someone asks for a dance, how will her evening change?"

-school dances

Me: dhajcjsjcjjsjdj also i love the friendship group in this, we need more fics where they're friends.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29340228

“This is… probably not going to go the way we want it to.”

-zombie au, hurt no comfort

Me: uhhh lots of trigger warning ig, blood, d*ath and uhh someone almost s*iciding, it made me cry i love it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29251521

“I joined the Knights because of my grandpa, I stayed because of Jean. ...And now, you're the one that showed me the world outside Mondstadt. I couldn't be happier.”

-angst, hurt no comfort, major character death

Me: i said it was every fic, it does count angst filled fics that make me cry cnejfj

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29092419

"She loved her like she loved the grass, the sky, the stars, and everything else in between. Like a breath of fresh air during Spring, and a splash of cool water during Summer. Finding the words was harder than she expected it to be."

-fluff, yearning, mutual pining

Me: READ TBE LAST AUTHORS NOTE IM BEGGING YOU ITS SO FUNNY

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28899048

"Lumine just wants to finish her stupid College work in her favorite cafe so she can go home and sleep. She didn't ask to deal with pretty women giving her free coffee and remind her just how much of a lesbian she is."

-fluff, gay panics

Me: if you wanna kill me and the authors for the angsty fics, just read this one to laugh i love it sm.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28826478

"How unfair that she had so effortlessly stolen Amber's heart as easy as the winds of Barbatos flows through the city."

-fluff, gays pining

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27851726

"Lumine has to leave eventually. Amber has always known this to be true. But as that date looms closer, she finds it harder and harder to say what needs to be said."

-fluff, bittersweet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27671372

"The wind brings her peace. The wind makes her brave. The wind gives her hope . The wind reminds her that there is a whole world out there that she does not know yet and really, the sky is the limit. "

-soft, fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27574013

"Amber nodded, still not entirely sure she was awake. "This is a third-story window, how—" she paused, taking in the device strapped to her back. "Did you glide to my bedroom window in the dead of night?""

-fluff

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27264493

"Paimon doesn't understand why Lumine isn't straightforward with her feelings for Amber. After all, being blunt always works for Paimon."

-Paimon's pov

#mod amber #lumiamber #genshin impact #Amber's fic reccs #shit this was long #lumine genshin #amber genshin

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queenof-literature · 4 years

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Could you maybe do a story when Wild experiences a flashback near the other links?

Thank you for the request @dawn-wild-star !!!

To those who saw my WIP game tag, this isn’t the same fic I’m sorry this one just got done first.

This turned out with more Time & Twilight & Wild fluff and angst than I intended.

TW: Panic Attack

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Time watched the various groups of Links from his place leaning against a tree. He was often the one who would need to keep the group moving, not that it was hard with no many antsy Spirits of Courage, but they had some leeway to camp early today. Time continued to play soft melodies through the ocarina at his lips. He couldn’t name the tune, he simply played whatever came to mind.

The Links had arrived somewhere on the surface of Sky's Hyrule, the young man hoped to make it to Skyloft in two days to see his Zelda once again. Time truly hoped whatever force opened the portals let Sky have time at his home with his Zelda and his friends. Hylia knows the young man deserves it, all the boys do.

Four, Hyrule, Sky and Wind were all sparring before it turned into an odd game of tag. Time didn’t really understand the rules, but he didn’t think the boys playing did either.

Twilight and Warriors were down by a small stream the group had found, washing Epona and chatting idly.

Legend sat near Wild as the younger flipped the variety of vegetables and rice within the simple pot on the campfire. Wild said he couldn’t do much without a larger pot found in his Hyrule, but even what he could do in his portable pot was always amazing.

Time didn’t know what the two were talking about, choosing not to eavesdrop, but the two looked content to just chat while Wild cooked. Time had to admit, he was always excited for dinner now that Wild was around. Not only was the hero amazing at cooking, it was a hobby he enjoyed as well.

Time took the lull in action to simply relax and observe the world around him.

“Uhhh… Time?” Legend called out, and it wasn’t the boy’s calling out that worried him, it was the hesitance hidden in his voice. “I think that… thing is happening again.” He gestured to Wild. Looking closer Time noticed Wild was staring at something. Glancing over, he could see the Master Sword, leaned carefully against a mossy rock.

“Wild?” Legend questioned. “You gonna keep staring and burn our food?” Legend hesitantly reached up to Wild’s shoulder and shook gently. Time quickly walked over to check on their cook, expecting Wild to flinch out of zoning out as he often did with a touch or shake.

For a moment, nothing happened. Time and Legend were so focused on the lack of response, they didn’t notice Wild’s right hand slip, right onto the edge of the pot. It only took a few seconds for them to notice, but those few seconds allowed for the side of Wild’s hand to smoulder and burn.

“Shit!” Legend cursed, swiftly pulling Wild’s hand away from the fire. The burn was already starting to blister. “I… I didn’t know moving him would…” Legend trailed off in an unusual sign of surprise and guilt.

“It’s not your fault.” Time assured as he gently took Wild’s hand. The boy hadn’t even flinched, still staring off. Time couldn’t see a hint of life in the boy’s eyes. Time didn’t want to admit how hard it was looking at Wild’s normally expressive face, now completely blank. “I didn’t notice either.” Time glanced up from Wild’s hurt hand, and into Legend’s icy eyes, not liking the guilt he saw swirling in them. “Legend, I’m serious.” Time stared into Legend’s eyes.

“Stop looking at me and take care of him.” Legend scoffed, and Time sighed.

“Pup!” Time called loud enough for the young man to hear from the creek. Carefully Time dragged Wild away slightly from the fire, making sure no stray limbs touched the flames.

Time heard rustling and fast approaching steps.

“Time?” Twilight called out, rushing over at Time’s urgent tone. Time assumed Warriors would bring back Epona. Time simply gestured to Wild, Twilight knew more about this. “Cub?” Twilight asked, kneeling down besides him. At first he thought the boy was upset or hurt, but this reaction, or lack thereof, spoke otherwise. “How long has he not been responding?” Twilight asked Time, eyes falling on Wild’s injured hand. “And did he burn himself?” Legend looked away at this.

“It was an accident.” Time replied, refusing to blame Legend when he had no malintent. “He hasn’t been responding for a few minutes now.”

“Is everything okay?” Four called as his group rushed in from the woods.

“Everything is fine.” Time called, loud enough for Warriors to hear down near the creek. “We think Wild is having another memory.” Time ended with a small question, receiving a nod from Twilight. The four Links all crowded around Wild to see for themselves.

“Don’t crowd him too much.” Twilight warned. “He could wake up anytime, and we don’t want him panicking.” The others backed up slightly, murmuring small apologies.

“What happened to his hand?” Hyrule asked, noticing the bright red skin that Time was cradling in his hands.

“It got burned, I was just about to ask you boys to get bandages and water.” Time gently held out Wild’s hand for Hyrule to look at.

“I got it!” Sky called as he ran off to their pile of supplies. Hyrule began healing Wild’s hand without any prompting, allowing a small amount of Life to filter itself into Wild. Twilight heard more rustling, and turned to see Warriors and a newly rinsed Epona coming up from the creek.

“Thanks for finishing washing her.” Twilight called as Warriors hitched Epona, giving her plenty of leeway to move around.

“No problem. What’s going on?” He asked the group gathered around their cook.

“Memory.” Legend grunted out.

“Rice is burning.” Warriors called out. As worried as he was for Wild, Warriors felt it his job to make sure everything else was alright so the others could tend to him. Carefully removing the rice from the fire, Warriors scrunched his nose. “There’s no saving that.” The captain said as he set the rice aside to cool.

“Wild’s gonna be pissed.” Wind joked, looking worriedly at Wild.

“He’ll be okay, we just need to treat the burn.” Twilight assured, noticing Warriors shift at the mention of a burn. Just then, Sky returned with the requested supplies, handing them to Time. Time opened the container of water, preparing to pour it and clean Wild’s burn.

“Heat up the water first.” Warriors snatched up the container, bringing it over to the fire.

“Won’t that hurt?” Wind tilted his head.

“It’ll take the sting out.” Warriors explained. “I won’t boil it or anything. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of burns.” Warriors held up his arm with his Volga burn scar and winked. The others looked at Hyrule.

“It’s not open or extreme, so we should be fine.” Hyrule shrugged, trusting the captain's knowledge.

“Try to hurry, I don’t really want him to snap out of it at the same time we’re pouring hot water on him.” Twilight spoke while placing his hand on Wild’s other shoulder.

“Do we know how long this will last?” Four asked Twilight, who shook his head.

“No, it could last from a few minutes to a few hours. I just hope it’s a pleasant one.” Twilight murmured that last part mostly to himself, but the others had heard. It set the group on edge that they truly had no idea what was going through Wild’s head, no matter what, his face remained blank.

Hyrule finished healing Wild’s hand as much as he could and put one finger under Wild’s nose.

“His breathing is completely normal.” Hyrule marveled, expecting some sort of stutter, or quickness, any sort of irregularity. But his breathing suggested he was merely asleep.

“The best way to describe it is he’s dreaming.” Twilight suggested, not quite sure how to explain what Wild was going through.

“More like a coma sitting up.” Hyrule mused.

“So… he can’t feel anything?” Legend asked, and Twilight noticed the careful hope in his voice.

“He’ll feel it when he wakes up.” Twilight looked down at Wild’s burn. “Which is why I want to hurry and treat it.

“Calm down cowboy, it’s almost hot enough.” Warriors rolled his eyes from where he was heating up the container of water by the fire. Although he too hoped Wild wouldn’t ‘wake up’ before they finished treating his burns.

Whatever Wild was going through, it scared Warriors, not that he would say it out loud. There was no reason to panic the others. He had seen his soldiers, his brothers in arms, have flashbacks similar to these, but they never lasted this long. They also had some sort of trigger, something that brought back memories. Sometimes they were loud noises, sometimes they were the sight of blood or a wound, sometimes a yell or a panicked order, but they always showed it. Their breath would quicken, they would panic, something. They could also feel what was going on around them to some extent. Wild though, Wild was just… gone. What triggered whatever Wild was going through? It was as if he wasn’t in his body. Perhaps he wasn’t.

Warriors lifted the bottle from the fire, feeling the side. Perfect. Hot, but not scalding.

“It’s ready.” Warriors called lowly, turning around to the group loosely surrounding Wild. “Can I see his hand?” Warriors asked Hyrule, who still held Wild’s partially healed burn. Hyrule nodded and gently passed it over.

“This will hurt.” Warriors looked over to Twilight, silently asking permission to continue. Warriors knew that in reality, he probably didn’t have to ask Twilight’s permission to do what would make WIld feel better in the long run, but it felt right. Especially when Twilight knew far more about the state Wild was in than the rest of them. Twilight nodded at him.

Carefully, Warriors poured a small amount of water on the burn. Really it would be better to do it all at once and get it over with, but he had to check. Could Wild even feel it? His thoughts were confirmed when Wild didn’t even twitch.

“Damn he’s really out of it.” Warriors mumbled, continuing to pour the hot water. The stunned silence he was met with confirmed his statement. After the water was poured, Sky handed him a cloth to dry it. Warriors gently padded the burn, just because Wild couldn’t feel it didn’t mean Warriors was going to be careless. Besides, what if he could feel it and he just couldn’t express it? Warriors steered his mind away from that.

“Bandage?” Warriors reached a hand out. Before Sky could place the bandage in his hand, Legend stopped him.

“Here.” Legend took the bandage, taking a potion out of his smaller bag. He poured a small amount of potion onto the bandage before handing it to Warriors, who nodded in thanks.

“There.” Warriors said as he finished carefully bandaging Wild’s hand. “It’ll be good as new in no time.”

“What do… What do we do now?” Wind glanced at Wild’s expressionless face. He looked so closed off, and yet so open at the same time. Usually the group would be thankful at Wild not hiding his expressions behind a hood or a placed emotion, but this was different. This was just wrong.

“We wait.” Twilight sighed. The rest of the Links deflated, none of them enjoying the idea of not doing anything to help. “But we should probably move him.” Twilight said, glancing towards the fire.

“Is that a good idea?” Four questioned, and Twilight nodded.

“I’ve gotten him to sit down before and it was alright.” Twilight stated, easily bending down and scooping up Wild. Still there was no reaction from the prone figure, still head rolling onto Twilight’s shoulder.

“He’d kill you if he knew you did that.” Warriors smirked.

“That’s why no one’s going to tell him.” Twilight threatened with a glare. He walked over to a log further from the fire. This really was the perfect camping place, logs spread everywhere and carefully placed trees.

Twilight slowly knelt down and leaned Wild against the log, ignoring the shuffling Links in the background who didn’t know what to do with themselves. To be honest, Twilight was grateful to have something to do for the time being. After adjusting Wild to stay against the log, Twilight adjusted the boy’s limbs, straightening his legs slightly so he wouldn’t be sore later. He had no idea how long this would last, but he had a feeling they would be in it for the long haul. He felt a presence behind him, glancing up he saw it was Time.

“Is there anything else we can do?” Time asked softly, trying not to look into Wild’s empty eyes. Twilight shook his head sadly.

“Not that I know of. Just be here when he comes back.”

“We can do that.” Time clapped his hand on Twilight’s back, sitting on another log a short distance away.

“There’s no saving dinner.” Legend glanced in disgust at the burnt meal.

“We can stick with rations tonight.” Time stated, hearing no complaints. Sure they were all used to great food on the road, but as long as WIld was alright they would go back to rations in an instant.

“He’s… really vulnerable.” Hyrule observed awkwardly, glancing at the prone form of his friend, still not even a twitch as afternoon began to turn to early evening.

“I was thinking that too.” Sky agreed.

“What if a Yiga, or a monster, or something just carried him off while he was like this. In his Hyrule how did he survive this?” Wind asked.

“There’s no point in focusing on what ifs.” Time chided. “He’s here now and that’s what’s important.”

“Well yeah. But what if he wanders off a trail and this happens?” Legend crossed his arms. “And some monster comes by and just gobbles him up-”

“Legend!” Sky interrupted.

“What? I’m not the only one thinking of it.” Legend defended.

“Now is not the time for this conversation.” Twilight spoke up. “Let’s get through this one first, it’s only fair for Wild to be aware of this conversation.”

“Shouldn’t he have been up by now?” Four too glanced at Wild, still not moving a muscle next to Twilight.

“Yeah, but I don’t know what else to do.” Twilight sighed.

“What happens when he comes back?” Warriors asked Twilight.

“He just kinda slowly comes to. He sometimes seems a little tired but that’s all.” Twilight answered all of their questions the best he could, although he himself didn’t know all the answers.

“So he doesn’t… panic?” Warriors asked again, and Twilight wondered what the captain was thinking about.

“Not usually, he sometimes seems sad.” The reason Wild was sad didn’t need to be explained. The others could imagine remembering your life from 100 years ago, a life you would never have again, would be painful. With no more questions the group fell into idle conversation once more. There were no grand stories or competitions or comparisons, just small exchanged words as they waited for Wild to wake up.

About 15 minutes later, their waiting ended.

With a heaving breath, as if escaping from the claws of a monster, Wild awoke.

“Wild? You back with us?” Twilight turned around to meet panicked blue eyes. Wild curled in on himself, bringing his knees up to his chest in self comfort, hands reaching to clutch his hair. His panic obviously overshadowed the pain he would feel in his hand.

“Wild, Link, it’s okay.” Twilight sprung up and placed himself in front of Wild. “Your name is Link, we call you Wild.” Twilight reminded gently. “You’re safe, you’re just sitting near a campfire.” Wild’s breaths began to slow.

“Twi…” Wild’s voice spoke up, rougher than it had been for a long time.

“Yeah Cub. You okay?” Twilight looked into Wild’s panicked eyes, and the answer was apparent.

“I-the M-Master Sword it chose me I-”, the entire group looked on, sadness in their eyes as Wild panicked.

“Cub, just breath for a minute. Don’t think about anything else, just focus on me.” Twilight told the boy gently, slowing down his breathing so Wild could copy. Whatever he had seen, they could sort it out in a minute. Right now he just needed to calm down. Twilight had never seen him so panicked after a memory.

“H-He… I don’t understand…” Wild breathed out heavily.

“Cub, shh, it’s okay.” Twilight leaned closer, carefully placing a hand on Wild’s shoulder, frowning and pulling his hand back when he shrunk away.

“I-I didn’t… w-want it… I don’t know why…” Wild was mostly mumbling to himself at this point, and none of the other Links knew what to do.

“Wild, please just breathe.” Twilight practically begged, glancing around for help no one knew how to give. Wild continued to mumble, hands tightening their grip in his hair despite the bandaging, desperate to ground to one of the realities he was currently between.

“Cub.” Twilight called softly, placing a hand on Wild’s shoulder again, hoping to help ground his protege. Wild tensed once again, but Twilight didn’t let go. “You’re here with me and the other Links. We’re in Sky’s Hyrule on the surface, it’s the evening and we’re sitting and talking.”

“Daytime…” Wild mumbled, confused.

“It was daytime.” Twilight confirmed. “But it’s evening now.” A shaky bandaged hand released strands of hair and gripped Twilight’s hand on his shoulder.

“Real?” Wild murmured, mostly to himself but Twilight answered.

“We’re real. That was just a memory, Cub.” Twilight soothed, scooting to sit beside Wild once again, letting the younger take in his surroundings. Wild looked at all the different Links faces, studying them closely. The rest of the Links tried to wipe their horrified expressions off their faces, Sky going as far as to awkwardly wave when Wild’s eyes met his. Twilight noticed Wild’s confused glance at the bandages on his right hand.

“You got burned, it was an accident. You’ll feel better soon.” Twilight promised. Wild only nodded slightly, putting all his trust in Twilight’s words.

“They took me away. I pulled the sword and-and they didn’t even give me a chance to say goodbye.” Wild whispered shakily, eyes still far off, flashes of fighting against knights as they pulled him away. Twilight wrapped his arm fully around Wild, loose as to not trap him. After some silence, Wild latched onto Twilight, throwing one arm across the older’s back, and the other gripping his pelt. Both hands held on desperately, wanting more than anything to anchor himself. Wild felt Twilight’s body wrap around him, the familiar warmth and smell of pine grounding him further.

“Careful of your hand.” Twilight warned softly, but WIld either didn’t hear him or didn’t care.

“Zelda. In a memory she said my father was a knight. Was he there? Why would he let them… There was someone, someone important I never saw again. Why did they take me away?” Wild shivered. Later he would be embarrassed at how thoroughly shaken he was, but right now he was scared and confused and barely knew where he was. His world was crashing down on him and it felt like Twilight was the only one keeping him from tumbling down.

“Keep breathing, Cub. I’m here.” Twilight soothed again, looking up as Time approached carefully, obviously not sure if he should interject.

"Time?" Wild looked up slightly from Twilight's shoulder.

"Yeah Cub, we're all here. You're safe now."

"Why did he let them take me? Do fathers do that?” Wild sounded so lost, and Time froze. He wanted to say he didn’t know, he never had a father. But he saw Malon and Talon, and really him and Talon had grown closer over the years. If Malon was being taken away to a castle to ultimately save the world? Would Talon let them take her? Would he be able to fight off an entire army that would just keep coming? No, but he would try. The truth was, Time didn’t know Wild’s father… but neither did Wild.

“Wild.” Time softly gained the boy’s attention. “What happened to you wasn’t fair and I’m sorry. Even if the world needed saving, they shouldn't have sacrificed the wellbeing of a child to do it. None of it was your fault, and it shouldn't have happened." Wild buried his head into Twilight's neck once more.

"I didn't think I'd really pull it." Wild whispered. "I thought I could try it and go home. I never went home, Twi." Twilight felt his neck grow wet with tears, Wild wasn't outright sobbing, yet his tears ran freely. Twilight doubted he was entirely coherent after a memory like that.

"I'm sorry Wild." Twilight whispered, looking at the other Links, all clearly upset that they had nothing to do to help. Twilight hesitated, before speaking. "You're home now. It's not the same I know but you'll always have a home with us." The other Links nodded determinedly.

"Home…" Wild spoke from his neck.

"Yeah, Cub." Twilight finally felt Wild's grip lessen, he glanced up at Time, looking for confirmation.

"Yeah he's asleep." Time stated.

"He didn't fall asleep. He passed out." Legend pointed out.

"Hopefully he’ll be more aware when he wakes.” Time told the group.

“I knew you all were young when you pulled the sword but…” Twilight trailed off, not knowing what to say.

“We all were too young, no one is denying that.” Warriors spoke softly.

“They just… took him away? Forever?” Sky spoke in disbelief.

“Sounds like it.” Four nodded, eyes dazed and lost in thought.

“It’s too late to change the past.” Time spoke, voice rough and full of regret. “But Twilight is right. We have each other now.” The other Links looked a little comforted, but they still dwelled on what they just saw.

“Will he be like that again when he wakes up again?” Wind asked, sad at the thought of seeing his friend like that once more.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so, I’m hoping some time asleep will help his mind reset.” Twilight said as he shifted Wild to be more comfortable for the both of them.

“Should we set up his bed roll?” Warriors offered.

“I don’t think he should wake up alone.” Twilight told him, trying to look down at the boy curled into him. Wild wouldn’t really be waking up alone per say, being surrounded by other heros and all, but Twilight didn’t want him to wake in a panic without Twilight knowing right away.

“I don’t think he’s gonna let go anyways.” Legend smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“I know you all probably aren’t tired, but we should decide watches and think about getting to bed soon, or at least settle in.” Time made sure to look pointedly at Twilight.

“If he doesn’t feel up to travel, we shouldn’t make him.” Sky spoke up. WHile he was eager to get to his home, it wasn’t worth it if Wild would be miserable.

“We’ll have to see how he is tomorrow before we make plans.” Time agreed, before turning to Twilight. “You need help getting him settled?” Time offered.

“Nah, I got him.” Twilight told him, attempting to get up. But between Wild’s octorak limbs, the unsteady terrain, and the odd position, he barely got off the ground before plopping back down.

“Uhh maybe a little.”

By the time they got Twilight’s bedroll down, Wild was still clinging to him in his deep slumber.

“He really isn’t gonna let you go.” Four joked with a strained smile.

“When you don’t know what’s real, you look for something to cling to.” Legend spoke with an obvious air of experience, eyes distant.

“I just hope he’s alright.” Sky’s concerned frown hadn’t lifted.

“He will be. Perhaps a bit of misplaced embarrassment and guilt, but we can sort through everything in the morning.” Warriors stated confidently.

With Warriors as the first watch, and the sun long past set, the group settled in. Not many tried to sleep right away, some turned to their quieter hobbies like writing or carving. Many glancing at Wild often to ensure he was still alright. Time helped Twilight and Wild settle into the older’s bedroll.

“Do you need anything, Pup?” Time asked, covering both boys with a blanket and ignoring Twilight’s protests to ‘stop babying him’.

“I think we’re fine.” Twilight said back.

“I asked if you needed something.” Time squinted his eye.

“I’m okay, Time, really. Just worried.” Twilight replied, more convincing this time around.

“I know, Pup, but if Wild isn;t alone, you aren’t either. This isn’t all on you.” Time looked into Twilight’s eyes, seeing a mess of emotions swirling in his dark blue eyes.

“Thanks, Time.” This round the message got through better, and time was grateful.

“Anytime.” Instead of moving away, Time settled on a nearby log, keeping all the boys clear in his sight.

“Time?” Twilight called.

“Yes, Pup?” Time checked over the two once again.

“The same goes for you.” Twilight told him, referring to their previous conversation. “‘This isn’t all on you.’” Twilight smirked as he threw Time’s words back at him.

“Thanks, Pup.” Time smirked at Twilight’s sass.

He wondered where Twilight got that from.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Time: Wow. I finally have the chance to relax!

The Universe: Lol sike.

I know Wild being taken away doesn’t quite match with BOTW canon/AoC canon, but I thought it was an interesting idea to explore.

I enjoy how this turned out, so this may be a part of my Hero of Wild series one day, but this is pretty far ahead of where that series is right now.

I’m also probably going to have to rearrange my timeline and rewrite some stuff to make sense, but that will come later :)

Also I’m not saying to pour hot water on burns, that's just something my old fashioned cowboy family says, and something a lot of people in ye olden days did. It helps with sunburns and minor burns, not so much major burns.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #wild #warriors #time #legend #four #hyrule #sky #twilight #wind #wild centric #fluff #angst #panic attack #omg I forgot to tag this oh no #QoL Story

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I’ll Always Be Here To Bring You Back (Hope Solo x Reader)

@lena-t-oxton Request: Love your fics, they have kept me going through quarantine. Can I request plz a Hope Solo fic with a buff reader who has come back from the military. Reader acts tough and sassy for a while, messes around with the team, yet is broken on the inside. She has a ptsd attack in from of the Uswnt when something happens (I will let you decide, could be a firework or someone jumping on her back.), Hope helps her through it. Thank you so much ily!

I was to be like 100% clear, I did a LOT of research for this story, but I am in no way a medical professional, I am not, well versed in PTSD and did the best I could with what information I could find, I just hope you all enjoy it!

Trigger Warning: PTSD, Mentions of blood.

“Have you see the new trainer?” Emily whispers as she makes a beeline for the team, hazel orbs wide.

“Uhhh no... Why?” Lindsey snorts and Emily ducks down behind Hope, one of the goalie's perfect brows arched.

“Listen, you scare me, but the new trainer looks like she could eat us all for breakfast.” She peeks around Hope.

“No one is eating me for breakfast.” Hope scoffs, blue orbs widening when she spots you making your way towards them, Vlatko Andonovski at your side, but you easily tower over the man.

“BREAKFAST.” Emily whispers in terror and Hope smirks.

You weren’t just tall, you were incredibly well built, your muscle tee straining around your biceps.

The sun glints off what Hope can see is a pair of dog tags around your neck and briefly wonders what your position in the military was, most likely a Drill Sergeant.

“Girls, I’d like you to meet Y/N Y/L/N, she’s our newest trainer.” Vlatko smiles slapping your back and you smirk.

“It’s nice to meet you all, but I hope you’re ready...” You arch a brow and Emily squeaks, peeking out from behind Hope.

You snort, your arms crossing across your chest, it’s then that your eyes lock with Hope Solo’s a smirk stretching across your face.

“I’m sure we can handle whatever you throw our way.” The goalie smirks back and your brows arch.

The team watches as you take a step towards the goalie, a good few inches above her head.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll see Ms. Solo.”

The team’s heads are on a swivel as they look back and forth between the two of you.

“Yeah, we will.”

***

Surprisingly, you weren’t as terrifying as you seemed, a bit on the brazen side, funny, but still large and incredibly intimidating.

“COME ON LADIES, THIS ISN’T A FUCKIN’ NURSERY SCHOOL, LET’S GO.”

“You were a drill sergeant, weren’t you?” Your eyes widen when you turn, smiling softly at an incredibly sweaty, red faced Hope Solo.

“Why? Does it show?” You smirk and she rolls her eyes.

“You did just say, ‘this isn’t a fucking nursery school’.” She quotes and you snicker.

“Hey, made the recruits do what I needed them to do.” You nod towards the players, Emily swallowing hard when your eyes lock with hers.

You wince when you see her ankle contort at a strange angle, and you leave Hope to go towards her, kneeling down beside her, her teammates following suite.

You examine her ankle with a sigh, the woman wincing when your Y/E/C orbs lock with hers.

“You know you don’t have to be afraid of me.” You give her a shy smile and one of her hazel orbs crack open.

“Wait, you aren’t going to literally rip my leg off and beat me with it?” She asks, earning a flick on the ear from Kelley.

You shake your head.

“I didn’t have it planned.” You shrug, moving to your feet, aiding the blonde in getting up as well. She gives you a toothy grin and you smirk.

“I didn’t have it planned yet.”

You turn away, moving across field, leaving Emily behind to stare at you go, wide eyed and pale.

Hope snorts, shaking her head.

“I think I like this one.”

***

You can’t help but smile when Hope takes a seat beside you at dinner a few weeks later, the goalie giving you a grin.

“Are you following me Ms. Solo?” You tease and the woman grins.

“Please, call me Hope.”

The team couldn’t help but notice the two of you had gotten closer, the woman talking with you during every practice and making excuses so the two of you could spend time together.

Hope noticed you jump slightly when someone drops a plate on the floor, your eyes slamming shut.

“Hey.” Hope whispers, placing a hand on your back and you gasp, the woman’s brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

You clear your throat nodding, hand instinctively grabbing the cool metal dog tags around your neck.

“Ye-Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumble, grabbing your drink and throwing it back.

Hope eyes your profile intently in concern, the remainder of the dinner being quiet between the two of you, your body noticeably ridged.

The two of you didn’t talk much after that.

***

After the incident at dinner, Hope had started to pay more attention to you, eyes drifting toward you at practice and even during games when things weren’t happening near goal.

She’d noticed the way when fans would cheer, you’d grab your dog tags, giving them a squeeze, your eyes slammed shut and on the off chance she was on the bench, she’d see you’d go noticeably stiffen after any loud, startling sound.

“What’s on your mind?” Hope jumps at the sound of Tobin’s voice, the woman giving her a small smile.

Tobin follows her gaze, her lips splitting in a grin.

“Ohhhhhh...” She teases, giving the goalie a nudge and she rolls her eyes.

“Shut up, she’s just...”

“Attractive?” Tobin snickers.

“Attractive and scary.”

Hope’s eyes widen when she realizes every one of her teammates have somehow silently made their way over to her and Tobin.

“She’s a little jumpy...” Alex comments, eyeing you across the field.

Megan shrugs.

“Ehhh, probably not used to all the screaming.”

Hope hums, eyeing you intently.

“Yeah, probably.”

***

The crowd roars with excitement, the semi-finals of the She Believes Cups finally here, USWNT and Spain going head to head.

It’s right before the start of the game that Hope notices you’re slightly stiffer than usual.

“Fuck.” You mumble, jumping slightly at the sound of a ball smacking hard against a goal post.

“Hey.” Hope whispers, making sure not to startle you any further, quickly realizing you’re again clutching your dog tags.

“Take a deep breath.” Hope frowns and you do, through your nose, before exhaling loudly out of your mouth.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concerned and you nod, clearing your throat.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Hope’s eyes narrow.

“But you just-

“It’s nothing to worry about.”

Abruptly you take your leave, Hope watching you go with a frown, her heart aching with concern for the newest trainer.

***

It’s during the USWNT’s She Believes Victory Celebration that she realizes it’s not nothing to worry about, not that at all.

The second confetti bursts from the cannons on stage and the crowd screams, your eyes go wide, sweat forming on your brow as you stare forward.

“Shit. Not now...” You mumble, turning around and abruptly taking your leave, unaware that a pair of blue orbs are on you.

Suddenly, you still when you see someone in camouflage gear, gun at the ready moving towards you.

You shake your head, covering your face, the smell of blood filling your nose, the sound of gunfire piercing your ear drums.

“You aren’t real, you aren’t real. This isn’t real... I’m not here.” You mumble the mantra, moving forwards, eyes still closed.

You eventually can’t walk anymore and sit in the sand, your back pressed against a building’s dilapidated wall and drop your gun, your arms curling around your head.

“Y/N...” You hear a voice and shake your head rapidly.

“No, no, no. You aren’t real. Get away from me.” You sniffle, your body trembling.

“Listen to my voice Y/N, whatever you’re seeing it’s not real, it isn’t real... Give me your hand.” You open your eyes, realizing the solider in front of you has a pair of familiar bright blue orbs and you hold your hand out, your flesh stained with blood and covered in sweat.

Hope takes your hands between her gloved ones, caressing it gently.

“Do you know where you are Y/N?” She asks and you shake your head.

“N-N-No... I-I don’t...” You stammer, cracking one eye open to glance around.

The sandy desert flashes, becoming an empty hallway for a moment before snapping back to the vast terrain, its sand’s soaked in blood.

“You’re in Texas.” She whispers and you shake your head.

“This isn’t Texas.” You sniffle. “I’m still there, I’m still there... Can’t you see the blood? I’m covered in it.”

Hope feels a lump form in her throat and attempts to swallow it.

“It’s not Y/N, you’re in Texas.” She whispers again and your eyes flutter open.

The desert still surrounds you, but instead of a random soldier in front of you it’s Hope Solo.

She opens her arms.

“Can I...?” She asks and you glance around turning away abruptly when you see an enemy solider getting shot down, falling to the sand beside you.

You lunge forwards into her arms, the woman holding you tightly.

You blink rapidly, your eyes slamming shut.

“Senses... Senses, focus on senses.” You mutter under your breath, the feel of Hope’s sweaty jersey beneath your fingertips, the smell of sweat perforating your nostrils.

Hope’s sweet voice in your ear, coos softly as she tries to calm you down, the woman rocking back and forth with you in her arms.

The salty taste of your tears makes your eyes flutter open and it’s then that you see the bright neon green of her jersey.

Slowly, the desert fades away, the back rooms of the arena you’re in swimming in your vision.

You grab fistfuls of the woman’s jersey, her arms tightening around you.

“You’re okay... It’s okay.”

***

You don’t talk after that.

You, don’t talk to Hope, avoiding her at all costs, but after dinner one night, you can’t avoid her because she’s literally on your heels when you leave the dining room.

“We need to talk about it.” She says obviously upset, and you shake your head.

“No.” You mumble slapping the elevator’s button.

Hope sighs sadly, glancing down at her feet.

“Look, I won’t force you... I just want you to know that you aren’t alone.” She shrugs, turning her back to you.

You swallow hard, staring at her back as she walks away, your heart clenching in your chest.

You turn away, moving into the elevator.

Maybe you did need to start trusting someone.

***

Hope startles awake that night to the sound of a scream, her tired eyes narrowed.

She leaps out of bed and races out of the room to the one next to hers, knowing exactly who the scream belonged to.

“Excuse me, is something wrong?” A nearby janitor asks and Hope turns to her, eyes wide.

“Open the door, she has PTSD and I need to wake her up.”

Surprisingly, without question she opens the door and Hope moves inside, shutting it behind her before making her way towards where you’re sleeping, thrashing around wildly.

Well, were thrashing around wildly, because the second the door clicks shut you sit upwards, gasping loudly, slapping your hands over your ears.

Hope flips the light on as she steps into the room, her hands in front of her.

“Y/N.” Hope whispers your name and your eyes flash open.

“H-Hope?” You swallow hard and she nods, slowly moving towards you.

“It’s me.”

You take a deep breath, covering your face with your hands, shaking your head back and forth.

Blindly you fumble around the night stand, grabbing your dog tags and holding them against your chest.

“H-How did you get in here?” You ask, trembling and Hope frowns, motioning to the bed, earning a barely visible nod.

“Janitor.”

You slowly nod, breathing through your nose, and out of your mouth to calm your heart racing.

“You don’t have to be here... I’m... I’m sorry if I woke you.” You glance away sadly and Hope frowns, taking a deep breath.

“I’m in here because I care.” You pick your head up, your Y/E/C orbs locking with her bright blues.

You shake your head, glancing away again.

“You shouldn’t... I’m just...” You shrug and Hope clears her throat, getting your attention so she can move closer.

“I care Y/N, no matter what you’re going through...” She whispers and you swallow hard, one look in her blue orbs making you realize she’s being truthful.

“It was hard over there...” You murmur. “The nightmares have never stopped.” You frown and Hope slowly nods, laying her hand on the bed, palm up.

For the first time in a long time, you trust someone enough to take comfort in her, slowly sliding your hand into hers, dog tags still in your closed fist.

“You don’t have to talk about it.” Hope smiles, placing her other hand over yours like she had a few weeks ago when she pulled you out of your PTSD episode.

“Just know I’m here.” She whispers the last bit and you nod, licking your lips.

“I do. I know.”

***

Hope gravitates closer to you, there to comfort you after each nightmare and each time a sound makes you jump.

In all honesty, you couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe someone wanted to comfort you... No one had ever gone out of their way to comfort you, not even your previous relationships, they wanted nothing to do with it, even going so far as to complain when you’d wake them with one of your night terrors.

“Hey.” You turn to Hope, the sound of the woman’s voice able to pull you out of your trance without a violent reaction.

You noticed quickly that she was becoming your anchor and that scared you to death, you’d quickly become attached to her. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t help it, the woman being there for you when you needed her most, in your most vulnerable times.

“I keep losing you.” Hope chuckles and you glance away with a small smile.

“Sorry about that.”

Hope shrugs.

“It’s alright, I’m not going anywhere.”

You quickly realized that if you were alone, you would’ve cried after hearing that.

It was the first time you’d ever heard that, from anyone and it only made your attachment to her grow.

***

It’s later that night that you hear a knock at your hotel room door and move to your feet, slowly tiptoeing to the door and peering through the peephole.

You immediately pull the door open, eyes wide when you see Hope standing behind it, wearing a small smile.

“I thought you went out with the others...” You glance around and Hope shrugs.

“I thought maybe you’d like some company. I’m sure there’s some shitty straight to T.V. movie we can watch.” She smiles and you chuckle, stepping to the side.

“I suppose you can come in.” You wink and she snickers.

“I suppose I can.” She winks slipping past you and you shake your head with a smile.

You take a deep breath nodding to yourself before you close the door shaking your head again when you see Hope lounging on your bed.

“Comfy?” You ask and she nods, smiling when you slip into bed beside her.

“Yeah, now let’s find a movie.”

***

Hope’s presence brings you comfort, as per usual, though you note she keeps the T.V. low, seeming as if she knows loud noises bother you.

You clear your throat, taking Hope’s attention away from the T.V. and to you.

“Thank you.” You whisper glancing at your lap and Hope’s brows furrow, the woman muting the TV before turning to you.

“For what?” She asks confused and you snort.

“Seriously?” You ask and she nods.

“I mean, I haven’t really done anything.” She gives you a tender smile and your lips split into a grin.

“Yeah, you have...” You instinctively grab your dog tags, smiling.

“You’ve been there for me in ways no one else has... And I can’t thank you enough.” You smile softly.

Hope looks at you for a minute, a look you’d seen before and you nod, the woman immediately shuffling closer, her arm against yours.

“You don’t have to thank me.”

You swallow hard, your cheeks flushing as you nod to yourself, grabbing your dog tags, something Hope notices right away, though before she can ask what’s wrong, you work up the nerve to rest your head on her shoulder.

Hope’s eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing.

A smile stretches across her face, her eyes fluttering shut as she rests her head on top of yours.

“Is this okay?” You whisper and Hope hums.

“More than okay.”

***

Hope’s brows furrow, her tired eyes cracking open as she glances around the room, realizing the movie is well over.

“Y/N?” She whispers, realizing you too are fast asleep. She smiles, resting her head against yours, her eyes again fluttering shut.

Hope takes a deep breath, picking her head up.

“Let’s get you laid down.”

Delicately, Hope guides you back, your head eventually meeting the pillow behind you.

“There we go.” Hope whispers, pulling the covers over top of you, the goalie looking down at you for a minute, smiling at the relaxed look on your face, the muscle in your jaw not jumping, your face not scrunched up in fear.

Hope, against her better judgement cups your face, smiling when you don’t jump, instead staying fast asleep as she traces your jawline.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers before taking her leave, heading towards her own room next door.

***

You don’t have a single nightmare that night, sleeping through the night entirely for the first time in a long time.

The more time Hope spent with you, the better you start to feel, your symptoms, though still incredibly present, had tapered down when she’s near.

In no way were you saying Hope Solo cured your PTSD, that was impossible, but you did feel a sense of calm when around her.

Hope was there whenever she could be, a hand on your back as she whispered in your ear, staving off an episode with her hushed words.

The team of course had noticed your relationship changing, but they didn’t know that it wasn’t as more than friends, at least at the moment.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want more, your heart skipping a beat when Hope’s blue orbs locked with your Y/E/C orbs.

Again, Hope is there for you when you need her most, the woman by your side when you wake from another nightmare, covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Hey, I’m here.” Hope shushes you softly, waiting for your permission to take your hand, knowing that grounding yourself is important for you to start the process of calming down.

Soon your ragged breathing slows, Hope’s gently caress on the back of your hand bringing you back to reality.

“Th-Thanks...” You pant, giving Hope’s hand a squeeze.

“Like I said before, you don’t need to thank me.” She grins, squeezing your hand back before moving to her feet.

“Wa-Wait.” You hold her hand tighter, the goalie’s brows furrowed.

“You...” You swallow hard, glancing away, your free hand again clutching your dog tags. “You could stay...” You mumble, afraid to look at the woman who you don’t see is sending you a soft smile.

“If you want me to.” She grins and you turn to her abruptly, eyes wide.

“Are you... Are you sure?” You ask, swallowing hard, your heart racing and she nods.

“I’m sure.” She whispers and you bite your bottom lip to stave off a massive grin.

Hope pulls the covers back and you clear your throat, cheeks flushing as you glance away.

Thankfully for you in the darkened room Hope can’t see the scars that liter your body from your time on the battlefield.

You can’t help but stiffen when she slips into bed beside you, clutching your dog tags tighter, but when your heart slows, her warmth brings a comfort you’d never really felt before, soon feeling drawn to her, wanting nothing more to be closer to her.

Hope shuffles closer, her blue orbs on you, waiting for you typical nod of consent before she wraps her arms around you.

You stiffen in her hold for a moment, the goalie about to pull back, but you shake your head.

“Just... Give me a minute.” You mumble and she nods, your body eventually sagging when your brain realizes there is no immediate danger.

Hope smiles when you duck your head, burying your nose in her hair.

“This is okay?” You ask, nervously, gasping when Hope’s hands run down your back.

“More than okay.”

***

Waking up in Hope Solo’s arms was something you would need to get used to, your body going into fight or flight mode, but the second the smell of her shampoo filled your nose your body immediately relaxed.

Hope nuzzles against your chest and you smile, your eyes again closing.

Letting someone close was something you thought you’d never be able to do, or thought no one would want to do, but then Hope Solo came into your life and turned it upside down.

“I can hear you thinking.” You jump at the sound of Hope’s raspy voice and you smile softly.

“Sorry...” You mumble, grinning when Hope’s lips brush your collarbone.

“Don’t be sorry.” She whispers, yawning as she shuffles closer.

The two of you go silent again, the two of you snuggling, cheeks dusted pink and smiles stretched across both of your faces.

You frown when abruptly, Hope shuffles backwards.

“Are you okay what’s wrong?” You ask worriedly, eyes widening when Hope cups your cheeks, her thumbs caressing them gently.

You inhale softly when Hope traces a small scar across your cheek.

“What’s this from?” She asks and you lick your lips.

“A bullet grazed my face.” You frown, a frown she returns.

Your eyes widen when Hope leans in, pressing a kiss to the indented flesh.

Hope’s pulling back when your hand slips to the back of her head, keeping her in place, her nose brushing yours.

You close your eyes, leaning your forehead against hers.

Hope’s fingertips stroke your jawline.

Your heart ceases to beat as you lean in, your eyes fluttering shut. You can feel Hope’s hot breath on your lips, but before she can close the distance between the two of you, there’s a knock on the door.

“Shit.” You growl, your eyes fluttering open, Hope rolling her eyes as she slips out of bed and jerks the door open.

Blue orbs widen when the lock with Vlatko’s the man’s eyes widening, his brows arched.

Hope clears her throat, glancing at you, your eyes comically wide as you clutch your dog tags.

Vlatko smiles.

“I’d like you to come to my room before breakfast so we can discuss a few exercises.” He nods and you grin.

“Ye-Yeah, I’ll be there.”

He takes his leave with a smile, Hope kicking the door shut behind him.

“Well that was uncomfortable.” Hope mumbles, but makes her way back to you nonetheless, falling in bed beside you.

“Just a little.”

***

“Whoa, what’s that from?” Sonnett asks, her brows furrowed as she points at a deep scar running down your forearm.

You’d had a habit of wearing long sleeve on the pitch, but today you’d decided to wear a cut off, Hope making you feel fine with showing off the scars you’d been hiding.

Kelley flicks Sonnett in the side of the head and you clear your throat, glancing at Hope the woman nodding.

“Shr- Shrapnel. Humvee... Ummm... Drove over a landmine and I didn’t move fast enough to get away from the blast.” You trace the scar, Emily’s eyes narrowed.

You glance at Hope, the woman nodding with a grin. You’d told her how you wanted to open up to the team more, but your fears had held you back.

“What about that one?” Mallory points at the one of your bicep and you clear your throat, voice stronger than it had been before.

“A graze I got during a fire fight.” You rub your bicep, smiling softly when you realize just how easy it was to open up to the group of women who were curious, but kind.

Hope crosses her arms across her chest with a smirk, watching as you tell tales about each of your visible scars, her teammates listening intently.

It’s a nudge that pulls her out of her trance, and she turns to Tobin who grins cockily at her.

“Shut up Heath.”

“Didn’t say anything Solo.”

***

It was inevitable, you knew it was inevitable, but you’d hoped and prayed it would never happen, but deep down, you knew it would.

It’s at a practice when the inevitable happens, the loud pop of a firework making not only you freeze, but Hope freeze as well, her blue orbs darting to you.

You shuffle backwards, your hands balled into fists as they shake uncontrollably, your hand jumping to grab your dog tags.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Vlatko asks in worry, a cacophony of voices asking the same question in different ways.

Hope hurries out of goal, her teammates about to approach you when she holds a hand up.

“Stay back.” She says sternly and they nod, watching as you drop to the ground, curling your arms around your head.

“Y/N.” Hope drops to her knees a few feet in front of you, though you can’t hear her, the sound of gunfire piercing your ears.

“Wh-What’s going on?” Emily asks, voice trembling and Kelley places a hand on her back.

“I don’t know.”

Soon, each and every one of them lower themselves to the ground, watching as Hope crawls towards you, stopping nearly a foot away.

You shake your head, your breath hitching at the sound of your squad’s cries, the injured men crying your name, pleading for help, some even pleading for death.

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. You aren’t real, this isn’t real.” You whisper over and over again, not realizing your team is a few yards away, in no way understanding what’s going on.

Christen’s green orbs widen.

“She’s having a flashback...” She mumbles, everyone except for Hope turning to her.

“Because the fire cracker?” Megan asks and Christen nods.

“I think she has PTSD...”

Hope glances over her shoulder, nodding.

“She does, she’s just been scared to tell you guys.” She whispers before she finally reaches you, stopping a few inches in front of you.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” She asks and you shuffle backwards, your arms uncurling from around your head.

You stare at the soldier in front of you, shaking your head.

“Yo- You’re not real...” You mumble, slapping your hands over your ears as you rock back and forth.

“Y/N.” The soldier again says and your brows furrow, the man’s orbs a familiar shade of blue.

“H-Hope...?” You swallow hard and he nods, the man’s appearance flashing between him and Hope Solo, the goalie knelt down in front of you.

“It’s me.” She whispers. “I’m here. Focus on your senses.”

Hope holds a gloved hand out and you take it, the glove’s material soft and sweaty beneath your fingertips.

You take a deep breath, catching a whiff of the freshly cut grass.

You shuffle closer to Hope until you’re in her lap, the woman whispering in your ear as she holds onto you for dear life.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She whispers in your ear, rocking you back and forth.

You eventually still, body sagging in exhaustion, a bead of sweat sliding down your face as you bury your nose in her neck.

“They saw...” You sniffle. “They’re going to think I’m crazy.” You cry against her neck, the goalie shaking her head.

“We don’t think you’re crazy.”

You pick your head up, realizing it’s not just you and Hope anymore, but her teammates as well, the women watching you with concern.

“Guys, back up.” Hope growls at them, the women shuffling backwards, but you shake your head.

“No, they’re fine.” You turn to Hope who looks at you for a minute before nodding.

You catch your breath slowly, swallowing hard.

“Like I told Hope when she helped me through my first episode...” You swallow hard, closing your eyes. “It was... Difficult over there... Certain noises set me off...” You glance away, ashamed.

The team slowly gravitates towards you until they’re surrounding you, the women waiting for your consent before they all wrap their arms around one another, circling you in a group hug.

You close your eyes, tears streaming down your face, never feeling so much love from this many people at once.

“We’re here Y/N.” Tobin whispers and you sniffle, nodding.

Emily’s hand runs down your back and you smile.

“We’re not going anywhere.”

***

Hope sticks close as you follow the team to the locker room, her gloved hand in yours as the team, reluctantly heads into the locker room, each and every one of them sending you a worriedly glance before heading inside, leaving you and Hope behind.

The goalie turns to you with a small smile, her blue orbs darting around your face.

“We all care about you Y/N...” Hope swallows hard. “I care about you... A lot.”

You lick your lips, taking a step towards her, the goalie’s blue orbs widening.

Nervously, you cup her cheeks, the woman’s hands moving to cover your own.

“I care about you a lot too.” You whisper, your eyes darting from her lips to her blue orbs and back.

Your tongue swipes against your lips as you lean in, the last thing you see is Hope’s blue orbs fluttering shut.

The second your lips meet Hope’s, the air is knocked completely from your lungs, the caterpillars in your stomach bursting from their cocoons, their fresh wings flapping wildly as the two of you kiss.

The kiss is tender, passionate, everything in your life had led you to this moment, led to your lips pressing against Hope Solo’s, the woman holding you delicately as if she worries you may break.

The two of you eventually part, eyes fluttering open at the same time, smiles stretching across your face, lips splitting into grins.

Hope smiles, her hands leaving yours so she can slip her arms around your neck, your hand sliding from her cheeks, down her arms until you’re gently holding her waist.

You swallow hard, your eyes downcast.

“Are you sure I mean-

Hope silences you by leaning in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before she pulls back, her forehead resting against yours.

“I only see you.” She whispers and you close your eyes, brushing your nose playfully against hers.

“I want you to know, no matter what I’m always going to be here, no matter what you go through, I’ll always be there to bring you back.”

You feel a tear streaking down your cheek as you close the distance between the two of you, the taste of salt on your lips as the two of you kiss.

Again, the two of you part, your foreheads resting together again, your glassy orbs locked with her equally glassy blues.

“Does that mean I get to take you on a date?” You ask, grinning and Hope beams, pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, yeah it does.”

“So?” You ask hopefully and Hope chuckles.

“Did you think I was gonna say no?” She giggles and you shrug.

“I mean I don’t-

Hope leans in, cutting your rambling off with a kiss.

“It’s a definite yes.”

Your eyes widen, a grin stretching across your face.

“Really?”

Hope rolls her eyes, leaning in for another kiss.

“Really.”

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Finding You (Part Five of ??)

Good morning/afternoon/even/night (which ever one applies to you)! I have another update for you guys! If you’re just joining us, the link to Part One will be down below. You can find the links to the next part at the end of each part (if something is wonky with the links, please just let me know!)

Part 1

F!Mc / Satan

Tags :D : @simpingforsatan @naimena @hachimochi @wrathandgreed

Word Count: 2,083 (story under cut)

Triggers or warnings: angst

Satan growled as he redid his bowtie once again, Lucifer’s words still echoing in his head.

“Are you sure you need to go tonight?” Lucifer was standing on the ground floor of his room, while Satan got ready on the landing at the top of the stairs.

“Yes. How many times are you going to ask me that?”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea for you to go opening night.”

Satan hoped Lucifer could hear his eye roll, “I can’t imagine why, unless the fact the artist is an angel has your panties in a twist,” the indignant noise Lucifer couldn’t contain made Satan snicker quietly.

“That isn’t the problem.”

“Then what is? You have never had issues with me going to an art show before. I heard Lord Diavolo will be there, so I can’t begin to imagine why I shouldn’t go.”

“Why do you want to go?”

Satan walked all the way over to the railing to give his brother an incredulous look, “Did you seriously just ask me that?” Lucifer took a stance that meant he wanted an answer, making Satan sigh, “Well, why wouldn’t I? I’ve heard about her art in the human realm. I haven’t been able to see any of her works unfortunately, but I’ve read the reviews. If nothing else, I want to say I was at the opening night of the first art show for one of the Celestial Realm’s up and coming artists, which you know doesn’t happen very often. The last angel I can think of who received any mark of recognition for their work outside of the Celestial Realm is Simeon.

“I also think it’s important at least one of us brothers attends the show, which I figured you’d agree with. You’re constantly going on and on about how important our image is and how we need to make sure to ‘understand the gravity of our positions down here as demon lords and as the Avatar’s of Sin’. You’ve already stated you won’t be going, and I have been planning on attending since I heard about it. I really don’t see what the problem is.”

Satan saw a flicker of worry cross Lucifer’s face multiple times while he was talking. He must really not want me to go. But why?

“And you’ve made sure none of our brothers can go with you?”

“Yes. In fact, I’ve asked Levi twice and had a soda bottle thrown at my head the second time for “making him lose the level he was on. I asked both Beel and Belphie three times, which they both declined, Beel stating he would rather stay home because they never had enough food at show openings and Belphie saying he didn’t want to get thrown out of one again for curling up in a statue to sleep. Asmo would come, but he got invited to some party the same night.”

“... What about Mammon?”

Satan blinked a couple times before his brain even began to process what Lucifer had asked, “Huh?”

Lucifer seemed to blink himself, though it could’ve been a trick of the light, “You didn’t mention Mammon.”

Satan opened and closed his mouth a couple times before being able to respond, “You want me. To ask Mammon. The Avatar of Greed. Who steals. And is loud. And uncouth. To go to the opening night of an art exhibition. For an up and coming artist. Who has never shown in the Devildom before. And is an angel… Do I have that correct?”

Lucifer’s resolve looked to be in tatters, and Satan thought he’d drop the whole thing before his resolve returned, “Yes.”

Damn pride.

“You must be joking.”

“If you don’t ask him, I will personally assign him to go with you.”

Satan really couldn’t believe his ears, “Assign him to go with me? Do I look like I’m nine? I do not need a chaperone. I-” the look in Lucifer’s eyes made him stop mid-argument. Is he really that worried?

“Fine, I’ll text him if you’re going to be so insistent. I will only ask once however, and if he does come, I am NOT responsible for his behavior.”

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“I’ve never been ta a art… Whas it called again?”

“And art exhibition.”

“Right, right. Thanks for invitin’ me Satan.”

“Mammon, we need to go over some ground rules here.”

“Course. Whadda ya wanna talk about?”

“First thing, art exhibitions are places of class and refinement. Please, stay quiet and respectful of the atmosphere.”

“Course I’ll do tha’. I’m great at blendin’ into the backgroun’.”

Satan cringed, but continued, “Second, if you steal anything from anyone, I will personally see to it that you are ejected from the show, and thrown into the labyrinth below Diavolo’s castle.”

“OI! Show ya big brother some respect!”

“We are not getting out of this vehicle until you promise me you’re not going to steal or otherwise take things that don’t belong to you.”

“Fine, fine! I promise. Geeze.”

“Third, just please don’t embarrass me. I sent you that page on gallery etiquette for a reason.”

“I read it, don’ worry… Uhhh, Satan. Not to change the subject, but why da ya have a long tie on, an’ not ya bowtie?”

“I… felt like it.”

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Satan was extremely suspicious. They had been at the show for over twenty minutes, and Mammon had been better behaved than he’d ever seen him before. He’d even made fairly intelligent remarks about the art. He hadn’t left Satan’s side, but had been quiet enough Satan had forgotten he was there multiple times. Lucifer would’ve been more conspicuous. Satan kept expecting to have to reprimand him, but the time never came.

The gallery space was very large, one that was reserved for shows the demon prince hand picked. The space was set up like a labyrinth, and each bend had something new to display. The center of the show held a large, site specific installation. The art itself was very good, better than what Satan had assumed he’d see, but what really struck him was the breadth of the work. He marveled at how one person could produce so much art and in such varying mediums.

“Enjoying the work?” a random demon drawled, sidling up next to him.

“Yes,” he replied, taking a step back.

“You know, there’s a dead end just around the corner. The art in there is extremely… Exciting. I can show you, if you’d like,” the demon closed the space he had created, and reached out, their hand lightly grazing his arm.

“I’m fine where I’m at, thanks.” Satan started to walk away, and an exasperated sigh followed.

“I’m not sure you understand. The art is extremely stimulating. I really think you’ll enjoy it,” a hand was now grasping his arm.

“I said no,” Satan stated, extracting his arm from their grasp.

“Oi! Satan! You gotta come see this photograph,” Mammon interrupted the exchange, his loud behavior back, but eyes keenly trained on the unwelcome newcomer.

A strangled gasp came from the demon, eyes growing large, “Ah, hello Mammon,” another gasp and an audible step back, “Lead the way. Excuse me.”

The second born started rambling, but got quieter the further from the demon they got, until they both fell into silence. “Thank you,” Satan acquiesced finally.

“No need for my brother ta have ta deal with that,” Mammon said softly. Satan didn’t push any further, them both saying what they needed to.

The continued walking for another while, when the soft music that had been playing overhead was replaced with a voice, “I would like to thank you all for coming out to Jane Doe’s exhibition. As all of you know this is her first show in the Devildom, and I am so pleased at the turnout. As much as we’d love to have you all here at the center with us, but we hope that putting the artist talk over the loud speakers will be enough for all of you still in the labyrinth.”

“Jane Doe? Ain’t that wha’ they call dead humans?” Mammon asked, talking over Diavolo.

“Well, often it’s used for unidentified female human bodies to be specific, usually a murder victim. The use is mostly as a placeholder for unidentified, anonymous or hypothetical parties to a court case in some human countries. An obvious pseudonym, and one I find rather amusing and clever. I’m rather put out we’re still in the maze. I was hoping to be at the center by now. I guess this will have to do. It’s really smart to-” Satan stopped, his eyes growing huge and intense.

“Ya okay?” Mammon asked uncomfortably.

“Shhhhhh!…” Satan demanded, his ears now only trained on the voice above him. He could’ve sworn he heard…

“... And of course, I had to see if she would hold a show here in the Devildom. I’m just so excited to finally have her art down here. Anyways, I’ve taken up enough of her time. Everyone, please welcome, Jane Doe.”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo. That was such a kind introduction. I for one am so excited to have been invited to show my work…”

Satan was moving before he knew what he was doing.

“Oi, Satan, wait fer me!”

“Then move faster!” Satan called behind him, starting to run. He had no idea where he was going though. He wasn’t good with directions at the best of times, and this was meant to confuse him. Mammon caught up with him quickly, seeming very conflicted.

“Mammon, you’re better at directions than I am aren't you? Get us to the center of the maze, now!”

“Bro, I don’ think I can-”

“Are you deaf?! Did you not hear her? That’s Mc! I need to get to her, now!” Mammon didn’t seem surprised at the revelation, instead looking a little sad. Satan felt his anger flare as the realization hit him, “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Only cuz Lucifer told me, an’ that was earlier this evenin’. He wanted to make sure someone was aroun’ ta keep ya from goin’ crazy.”

Satan quickened his pace, his anger lending him more speed, “Of course he knew about this and didn’t tell me.”

“He was watchin’ out fer ya.”

“I don’t care what he thought I was doing. Now, are you going to help me or not?”

Mammon looked extremely conflicted, but eventually burst into demon form and flew up to see over the walls. Many demons were aghast at seeing someone flying in the gallery, it being against etiquette, but Satan didn’t care at the moment.

Mammon started flying forward, and Satan followed, only looking down enough to make sure he wasn’t going to crash into an art piece. That did not account for other demons however, and many indignant cries and shouts followed him.

“We’re pretty close ta the center Satan,” Mammon called down.

“I’ve always thought…” Mc continued, but Satan couldn’t focus on the words. He could only marvel at her voice once again in his ears and focus on going as fast as he could. Her laugh rang out, and Satan’s heart jumped. It’d been so long...

“Hmmm… What was that? Oh, okay. I didn’t realize I’d been talking for so long. Apparently my time is up, but I’ll finish this up on Devilgram. You can find me at...”

“Quicker!” Satan shouted to Mammon after hearing Mc.

“We’re not gunna make it,” Mammon yelled back down.

“We need to go faster then!”

“I’m followin’ ya pace! If ya wanna go faster, you gotta go faster.”

Satan finally relented, and switched into his demon form. With his new power, Satan moved faster and Mammon matched his pace.

“It’s the next bend!”

Satan threw everything he had into covering the final distance of the hallway. He rounded the bend to find…

People milling about, discussing the talk, some extremely confused as to why it had been cut short. Satan looked on the stage, carefully crafted into the installation piece. Nothing. They were even removing the podium.

He sank to the floor, breathing heavily. Mammon touched down beside him, not wanting to bring attention to himself.

“Is she in the Devildom for long?”

“I dunno.”

“Where is she staying?”

“I dunno.”

“How close were we?”

“Real close.”

“Did you see a way out? I’m going to start breaking things if we stay here.”

“There’s a underground passage in the room,” Mammon held out his hand to Satan, who took it, not looking at him.

“Let’s go then.”

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 4 years

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Love Isn’t Always On Time Part Forty Two

Previous Part | Next Part | Masterlist Notes: Not Beta-Read. I hope everyone’s having a good week! Warnings: Uhhh angst? Beyond that, none Summary: Wakanda had been in a state of upheaval shortly after we’d taken up residence. Steve had been out of the country when it had happened, helping Wanda and Vision get situated.

“Are you here to see your friend?” I turned at the sound of Shuri’s voice, smiling at the questioning look on her face. “No, I was looking for you, actually.” I tentatively held a plate of cookies out to her. “Just... A thanks for, you know, everything you’re doing for us.” I’d already dropped some off to Okoye, as well as Ramonda and T’Challa (who had all been very confused and amused - I was sure no one had ever bothered to just bake them cookies before, but what the hell else could I offer literal royalty?). Shuri plucked a cookie off of a the plate and gave it a whiff before taking a bite, chewing it over carefully. She hummed then, delighted, and took the plate from my hands, walking over to her work station. I trailed behind, tucking my hands into my pockets. "How’ve you been?” I asked. She shrugged, setting the plate down. "I haven’t had any previously unknown cousins try and murder or usurp my brother this week, so,” She gave me a thumbs up. I gave her a sympathetic smile, leaning against the table. Wakanda had been in a state of upheaval shortly after we’d taken up residence. Steve had been out of the country when it had happened, helping Wanda and Vision get situated. T’Challa’s choice to open Wakanda to the world made me a little wary. Ross still didn’t know where we were, I was sure, but it felt like tempting fate. “Okoye said you’re going to train with her,” Shuri mentioned as she began to pull up her work. I nodded. “I don’t know if... ‘train’ is exactly the word for it. She offered to give me some pointers. But I’ve seen her in action, I think she’s just going to kick my ass.” “Please let me know when that happens, because I’d like to see that,” Shuri grinned toothily at me. I laughed. “Hey! I’m never bringing you cookies again.”

-- “Hey, Buck.” It felt stupid -- was this stupid? I’d read somewhere once that it was good to speak to someone that was in a coma because it could help trigger awareness in the brain. But Bucky wasn’t in a coma, he was cryogenically frozen. I tried to push down the distinctly stupid feeling in my stomach, clearing my throat. I shifted from foot to foot, looking down at the floor. “You’re missing all the excitement around here... But maybe you’d prefer it that way, you’ve had probably enough excitement for a couple years...Or a century, I don’t know, jesus... Steve’s not here right now, which is... I don’t know, he says it’s just for this now, to get the others in a good place, but I feel like it’s something I’m gonna have to get used to until we get you back. I don’t think I’m enough to bring him back anymore, I think it’s just you, Bucky, honestly.” I could feel my resolve weakening just a bit as I lifted my head to look at Bucky’s peaceful face. I bit my lower lip to keep it from wobbling, frustratedly scrubbed a hand over my face to stop the tears that were set to fall. “And I’m not-- I’m not jealous, Buck, it’s not that. I’ve gotten to spend plenty of time with Steve, I’ve been spoiled rotten with time with him, and you two need that, too, I know that. You two have always had that bond more than I’ve ever had with either of you. I always felt like I was just intruding on your life-- I was never supposed to be in it in the first place, S.H.I.E.L.D really fucked that one up-- I really fucked that up. I should’ve just let you two alone. I tried to, you know? Tried to cut the chord once and I just couldn’t. Steve thought it was because I found out about you two, it wasn’t that. I mean, obviously.” I stared at Bucky for a few moments - at the cut on his cheek and nose, at the cap that had been fitted over where his metal arm had been. “I don’t know if I can stay here,” I admitted in a whisper, “Without you and--And with Steve so in and out... Nat and Wanda and Vision and Sam are all over the place, right? For their safety, and Wakanda’s. What sense does it make for me to stick?” -- “You’re sure about this?” T’Challa had asked it once before, when I’d come to him and asked him for a transport to Cairo. I was in contact with a couple of friends of mine that lived there, ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and I knew I’d be able to lay low for a little while. Leaving for now didn’t mean leaving forever, and Ramonda had kindly told me that Wakanda would be open to me, whenever I needed to return. “Yes.” I said it with more confidence than I felt. Steve was supposed to be back days ago. It had been total radio silence from him. I knew he couldn’t have been captured by Ross; it would’ve been all over the news if that had happened. T’Challa cocked his head to the side, either in disbelief or disapproval before he nodded. “You’ve left a note for Captain Rogers, I presume.” I had, short and sweet, because everything that had been longer had just read messily. "Are we ready?” Nakia asked. I turned to look at her, brow furrowed as I repeated, “We?” "We have a mission to attend to in Cairo. Nakia will be traveling with you-- I hope that won’t be an inconvenience,” T’Challa added. I raised a brow. Something told me such a mission had had to be invented as cover to ensure I wouldn't travel alone, and I was a little grateful for it. “Of course not,” I shook my head, “And, yes, we’re ready to go.” Nakia and I left the throne room, heding for the transport in companionable silence. Until, “If you don’t mind my asking,” Nakia said, “Why are you doing this?” I pursed my lips, trying to find the best way to explain. “Because... Once Shuri finds a fix, and Bucky is awake and Steve is back, they’ll need that time to themselves to sort everything out. I don’t want to get in the way.” “And it wouldn’t be solved by going into another room? You have to go to an entirely different country?” I frowned as we boarded the Royal Talon Fighter. “It’s not safe for me to be here-- For them. The fewer of us are congregated in Wakanda at any one time, the safer it’ll be for Bucky, and the less scrutiny Wakanda will come under if anyone finds out we’re here. Bucky needs time to heal in peace. Steve’ll be better for him, he’s gone through this, adjusting to a new a world-- Properly adjusting.” “You care about them a great deal,” Nakia said softly as we settled into our seats. I nodded. I did. But I was also selfishly hiding behind that care rather than speaking my fear: once Bucky and Steve had one another again, once they were able to begin healing the way they never could before, they wouldn’t need me or want me around. They’d never needed me before - if I’d never gone back and met them, nothing would’ve changed, they would’ve still loved one another. “It looks like Captain Rogers is back,” Nakia drew my attention to Steve’s aircraft as it settled on the tarmac beside us. I felt my heart begin to pound in my chest, my throat go dry; if I tried to explain to him in person, if he tried to make me see reason, I’d never go. “I can wait, you can go and say goodbye,” Nakia added brightly; her smile wavered as I shook my head and looked out through the windshield. “Let’s go,” I said firmly. When the engine didn’t kick on, I turned to face her again, pleading, “Please.” Nakia lowered her eyes to the controls. She cast one more glance in the direction of Steve’s aircraft before doing as I asked. I let the sound of my heartbeat be drowned out by the sound of the engines as Wakanda, and Bucky, and Steve all dropped away. Tag list: @gloryevans @redryderdesigns @winter-scolder @aactuaaltraash @secretagentben @staplerrrr @elliee1497 @adayinmymeadow @allonszassbutt @mannls @witch-of-letters @niallssweetheart22 @uneniffler @rinthehufflepuff @panic-angel3314 @firstangeldragonranch @kaetastic @mcuwillbethedeathofme @skeletoresinthebasement @i-dont-know-what-im-doing-yay @kkaos15 @iamnotoverlyfondofwhatfollows @bassclarinety @tomshelbystits @rvgrsbrns @marvelmenarebeautiful @tenaciousperfectionunknown @intricate-melody @stuffandstuff-stuff @fanfuckingtastic04 @messybunnyartist @anescapefromtheworld @shesa-riott @bihoeofmanyfandoms @martyniasz @mamooska8 @silver-winter-wolf

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smallpumpkinboi · 4 years

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I've been working on my new wip a bit and wanted to post the unedited version to see if its worth committing to rn or if I should wait a bit

Huge trigger warning (They'll be all in the tags) but it's also missing a few parts so bare with me

Tonks looked down at the picture, the pale man had blood dripping from his nose, leaking from his mouth, eyes blood strained.

"Harry, it happened again" she shoved the file into his hands. He flipped through it, looking at the torched body, deep cuts ripped black robes, blood pooled underneath him, Harry was far too comfortable with the scene. Throwing the file onto the pile of similar murders he rubbed his head.

"Again?" Harry glanced at the pile, a high stack of grotesque pictures nearly toppling over, unsettling papers sticking out.

"Yah'' she sighed, this was the 16th poisoning ever since Voldemort's defeat. All people found the same way cases seemingly unrelated, it seems like his death brought the worst out in people. Attacks where becoming more frequent, suicide rates shot up and serial killers running lose. There wasn't enough people in the whole ministry to help build their world back together

"Got any leads on the stabbings" she picked up another file, thinner then the others but deaths just as violent.

"Yes actually!" Harry smiled "er well it's kind of a lead anyway but we discovered that it's not a spell that's doing the killing and whatever is being used is tainted with dark magic, like dark dark magic." He finished up, most dark objects were being confiscated but if they could trace the magic they could find the object and the owner!

"That's brilliant, keep it up and maybe we can put away one of these nut cases" Tonks said, relieved to finally have some good news. The war might've ended 6 months ago but it hadn't stopped the death eaters from fighting, people were still going missing, being kidnapped, killed. Last month they put away Fenrir for trafficking magical creatures, selling werewolves and seers to god knows who for god knows what. Harry picked up his file, tired eyes scanning the sheets looking for answers he gave a big yawn before turning to the next page

"You can go home you know" Tonks politely took the file from his hands, she occasionally caught Harry sleeping in her office and was getting concerned.

"No, there's too much work to be done" Harry picked up the previous file, turning the pages but not looking at the pictures.

"Hermione's not there, it gets kinda lonely you know? She's busy reading journals from last week's raid but lots of them are burnt up. She wants the piece together what she can, I mean she thinks it's some kind of dark magic they are talking about. Hey maybe it's the same magic that's in my victims!" Harry shot up, throwing the file back into Tonks desk and taking his,

"I'm going to go see her" he got up. "Coming with? It might say something about your victims too" Harry opened the door, waiting for Tonks to leave.

"Sure, whatever I can take" she looked at her watch "shit i'm going to be late! Sorry Harry but I'm going to have to take you up on that offer later, I have another meeting" she smiled rolling her eyes, being head of the Auras was hard on her but before Moody died he put in a request for her to be trained as his successor.

"Ill catch you later then!" Harry waved, running off, Tonks watched him disappear into the crowd. Harry had been a big help in putting away the death eaters, Hermione as well, but they were just children and would soon burn out. Tonks shook her head, a smile still on her face and both kids would do anything to help. Looking back at her watch she swore, swinging her office door shut and making way to her next meeting.

Rushing along the corridors she looked at the wanted pictures on the wall, most faces of death eaters others who used the war for exploitation. One face always stood out, the young rosy cheeks stood out against the hardened faces, the innocent life vivid in his eyes. She tried to keep Ron off the wanted wall for as long as she could, keeping him with the missing persons, alongside her friends and family but after a while and debate he was slapped into the wanted side, poster saying "traitor, found dead or alive."

"Oh excuse me! Uhhh- of- oh hi Tonks'' someone ran headfirst into Tonks, making them both fall.

"Hey Hermione'' Tonks picked the bushy haired girl off of her. Hermione scrambled, grabbing the fallen papers and tucking them back into her arms ``you know Harrys looking for you" she handed Hermione some papers, ink slightly smudged.

"Oh really? Good I need to talk to him, in some of the books I found the mentions of horcruxes and I think somebody was doing experiments with them, it kept mentioning the " devils fire" and " the others" I don't really know what it means but Harry has destroyed more then me so he's the experts." She said in one breath, eyes wide and full of curiosity. Her hair bounced down her back, papers slowly slipping out of her arms. "I'll catch you later okay?" She smiled, starting to walk off. "I gotta go talk with Harry" her voice waved as she noticed the picture of Ron. His disappearance hit her hard, she could barely go to the burrow neverminded talk the other Weasleys but she was slowly healing, she was even going over for dinner on Sunday. Remembering her previous task she ran off, being late for her meeting.

"Did you find my baby?" Miss Chang ran up to her, hope in her eyes. Tonks barely has walked into the door before the sad lady interrogates her.

"Miss if you'd sit down?" She gestured to the couch. She hated this part of her job but no one else was willing to do it.

"But did you find her?" She clung to Tonks robes as she guided her to her seat. "You found her right? My babys okay?" Tears welled in her eyes,

"We are following up on some leads today, I promise I'll let you know what happens okay?" Tonks tried to reassure the crying woman, she has had far too many "meetings' ' with grieving families and just once wanted to give somebody good news. Cho went missing in february, snatched away from her bed no one knew who took her or where she went but because they never found a body they are going off the motion that she's still alive, even if the chances are slim.

"Sorry I'm late" Tonks sat down at the head of the table, two auras where waiting for her full aura gear, ready to go out.

"Where are we heading off too?" He asked

"I got note of an abandoned death eater hideout, it was mostly used in the first war and was used for transporting hostages in the second. Cho was moved and I believe there might be evidence there, if not for her for somebody." Tonks said in a breath, anxious for her mission.

The door creaked open, noisily scratching against the concrete floor. It echoed throughout the room, a dim light lit up a cell, blood soaking the floor beside it. A table sat beside the cell, blood dripped off of it, an axe and blood soaked chains draped over each other

"Hey boys!" Tonks froze where she stood, the voice came from the cell, sounding familiar.

"Aura Tonks show yourself" she announced, standing up straighter. Hearing the rattling of chains she stepped forward, coming closer to the cell but keeping her distance. The man shook the door, proving it was locked and rested his hands on the bars, pale skin was covered in blood, it dripped off his long fingertips, falling into the huge pool underneath, dirt matted the parts of his arms that weren't covered in blood, building up under long fingernails. Tentatively making her way over she noticed the man moved, hearing the chains clanking around,

"Are you coming?" He mocked her, the chains moved again, clanking against one another. Angry she marched forward, and held tightly in her hand wanting to tell off this man for mocking her, but the sight she saw surprised her.

There he was, thick red hair, bright blue eyes, well over 6ft and silvery scars wrapping around his arm was Ron Weasley.

"Took you long enough" he spoke to the ceiling, he was lying on his back, legs raised up against the fall and arms folded under his head. Thick chains clasped around his wrist, connecting to the ground, he laid in a pool of blood, it coated the back of his head, drenching his dirty hair. He looked as if he hadn't taken a bath in weeks, hair covered in dirt making it black, his clothes hung from him, sticking to his body and smelling of sweat, his legs where exposed, all he had on was a pair of shorts, clearly the rest of the jean had been torn off, his bright freckles were invisible under the brown and red, large purple bruises covered his skin, cuts and scrapes alongside them.

He's been considered missing, no one really knows the true date he disappeared but he hadn't been seen since he left Harry and Hermione

#ron weasley #tw: murder #tw: suidice #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: strong language #harry potter fic #yes this one is also Ron centric its all I know how to write

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the fall part sixteen - the calm

basic summary: chase gets his kids for the weekend. anti makes three mistakes. some other stuff happens. this entire chapter is a disjointed mess and i am sorry.

trigger warnings: murder, blood, unwanted touch

tagslist: @synonymsforzombie @spicydanhowell @skyewardlight @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars @cest-mellow @graveyardlettuce @lower-your-expectationss

a dialing tone had never sounded so scary in all of chase's life.

by the time lucas picked up, he was sweating nervously, gripping the steering wheel of his car tightly with white fingers. he wasn't driving yet; just sitting in the car park outside the flats awkwardly, glaring at his reflection in the rearview mirror. he stuck his tongue out at himself as the tone clicked a voice came from the other end. "chase?"

chase immediately started talking. "hi, sorry, fuck, i didn't mean to stand you up, i swear on my life i didn't, i just - i - i got really distracted and i - i don't think properly sometimes, i am so so so so sorry -"

"it's fine," lucas interrupted. he sounded tired. "you don't have to apologize."

"but i do!" chase despaired, and leaned forward to knock his forehead against the wheel. "i'm so sorry, i - i didn't mean to forget, and i should have called you last night but i was in a bit of a state and i don't know what happened." he hesitated. "i'm not trying to - to make you forgive me or anything, cause obviously you don't have to, but i've… been stressed. i guess it's messing with my head. and i did want to meet up with you, i did. i swear."

there was a moment of silence, during which the ocean of chase's self hatred grew and he gave a small shuddering sigh, pulling the phone away from his face so lucas wouldn't hear. then, in a quiet voice, lucas said "what did you want to meet me for anyway?"

chase swallowed, scratching the back of his head beneath his hat. a car drove by his, and he watched it go, trying to think. "to - ironically, it was to apologize in person for freaking out on you like that," he said with a slight laugh. "i suppose i have more to apologize for now."

lucas paused. "how were you planning to apologize?"

a smile broke chase's lips. "well, i was going to buy us gregg's and a coffee or tea or something, and then i was gonna walk down the high street and give you the apology speech i had prepared, and then you were either gonna forgive me or throw your drink at my head and walk away."

lucas laughed loudly, a deep hearty burst of surprised warmth. chase found himself grinning at the sound. "chase, there wasn't much to apologize for," lucas chuckled. "you were panicking over something in a public space and you wanted to get away. i can understand that, i can. you don't have to tell me what set you off, and you don't have to try and justify not sticking around. i only wish you would have told me where you were going or let me drive you home or - or something. i was worried."

something swelled in chase's chest. "you're not mad?"

"i was a little miffed you stood me up, but i honestly can't stay mad at you too long," lucas said. chase could hear his smile on the other end of the line. "you're definitely under a lot of mental stress, considering the - everything that's been going on lately. but don't worry about it, k? you don't need more to stress over."

"let me make it up to you," chase said. "i'm - actually going to pick up my kids right now, but i'd like to see you sometime soon. to, uh. buy us gregg's." the peak of romance indeed, chase thought, then immediately squashed that thought as far down as he could in his mind and mentally hit it with a mallet. now was not the time to think about that. he turned the car key, waiting for the engine to start. "if that would be ok?"

"i - of course!" lucas exclaimed. "i'd love to, honestly. that sounds… that sounds fun."

chase's car wasn't starting. he turned the key again, listening to the coughing, spluttering sounds the car was making. he heard lucas speak up again. "uhhh… are those noises your car?"

"mm-hmm," chase grunted, practically kicking the brake pedal. "it's not - fucking - working. i swear to god, i cannot do this right now, ugh…"

lucas sounded almost amused. "well then, i suppose it's a good thing you're on a call with the professional chauffeur of hecate, am i right?"

chase's heart skipped. "you - you don't have to do that," he said weakly. the car made another rough wheezing sound, and chase hissed through his teeth. stacy would kill him if he was late, and while he could maybe take a bus, louise got anxious on public transport and he didn't want that for her. "my kids are a bit ridiculous sometimes, and i - are you sure?"

"absolutely!" lucas said certainly. something jingled on his end of the line. "i'll drive right over to yours to pick you up. what's the address we're going to?"

chase told him. "cool," lucas said. "see you in like, ten minutes. g'bye."

chase sighed and got out of the car, gently kicking the side of it before heading back inside. henrik was in the kitchen drying dishes. "did stacy call?" he frowned. chase shook his head, tossing his keys onto the shelf next to the door.

"car's bust. lucas is picking me up. i know, i thought he was gonna fucking hate me after yesterday." he winced. "ok, i should practice not swearing if i'm getting the kids, shouldn't i."

henrik raised an eyebrow. "ok, alright. what's wrong with the car?"

"it's not fucking - it's not fudging starting," he said, plopping down at the kitchen table. henrik snickered, and chase flipped him off. "fudge off. i'll cuss you out later, i swear."

"remember when you never used to swear cause you trained yourself out of it?" henrik grinned. "ah, good memories. let's go back to those times." he caught the look on chase's face and laughed. "oh, don't look so outraged. what are you going to do, call me a poopy head?"

they bickered for the following ten minutes, until they heard a car drive up outside and chase paled. "shit," he gasped, forgetting his no-swear rule in an instant. "ah, shit, i can't do this."

henrik clapped a hand to chase's shoulder, looking him right in the eyes. "chase brody, i have known you for exactly four years now, almost to the day, and you have never been a pussy bitch about anything. i've seen you fall through the porch and stab a piece of wood through your leg and still be making jokes on the way to the er. you are not a coward." he tilted chase's head up and yanked him to his feet. "now go out there and stop being a little bitch baby."

and maybe that inspirational pep talk was exactly what chase needed, because he felt strangely calm as he walked out and waved at the familiar car in the middle of the cul-de-sac, engine still running. "hey there," he grinned as lucas threw open the passenger seat door. "thank you so much for this, man."

"absolutely no problem!" lucas insisted. his hair was tangled and curly, his shirt rumpled and… chase squinted at him as he buckled his seatbelt.

"your shirt's on backwards," he told him.

lucas flushed and grabbed at the front of his shirt, twisting it to look for the tag. chase glanced away. "ah," lucas said. "so it is."

their eyes met, and they both burst into peals of laughter. it wasn't even that funny, but both of them were so glad for a distraction that it didn't even matter. "so tell me about your kids," lucas said as he turned the car to go up the street. "you told me their names, but not much else. what are they like?"

chase smiled, laughing softly. "well, louise is older. she's a papa's girl. she's just the sweetest kid, she's not great with people but she had the greatest imagination. she's told me all about this big world she has created in her head and she talks about it a lot, about all her characters that she says she wants to base books off one day." he paused to take a breath, watching the streets fly past out the window. "and connor loves his mama, he's younger by two years and he's a very sweet boy. he's better with people than his sister and spends a lot of time with his friends, and he loves baking and going out to exercise. not even sports. funnily enough, he doesn't like them because they're "too competitive." he just like running around in circles or doing roly polies across the grass."

he blinked, suddenly realizing how he'd been rambling. he glanced at lucas only to see him smiling wide, eyes crinkled. "no, go on," he said. "tell me more. what are louise's stories about?"

they talked the whole way there. by the time lucas pulled into stacy's driveway, he was feeling much warmer somehow. then he gasped, a sudden icy cold trickled down his back. "oh, sugar. i forgot to tell stacy you were - she might not recognize the car." he made a face, hissing through his teeth. "it's cool. she'll see it's me." he opened the car door, hesitating. "you coming? louise might feel more comfortable with a stranger if she meets you before we're all in a car together."

"uh - sure, yeah!" lucas agreed with a nervous smile, and chase's heart thumped in his chest as they stepped out of the car and up the pathway to the dark red front door of the house chase had once lived in with his wife and kids. this was never normally such an anxious experience for him, but with lucas by his side, it felt so much more personal. even the perfect ring of the doorbell hurt chase's ears. he clenched his fists as the sound of footsteps grew louder, a shadow appearing at the window, someone opening the door.

it was stacy. wavy golden hair, dark brown eyes, a bright blue blouse paired with red cutoff jeans. her face brightened at the sight of chase, then immediately dimmed into confusion as she caught sight of lucas. she shook it off, turning back to chase and quirking an eyebrow. "you're late," she said, as way of greeting.

"sorry, stace, my car wouldn't start," chase explained awkwardly. then he gestured to lucas behind him. "my friend lucas drove me here. he's gonna, uh, drive us back too."

stacy looked suspicious. "uh huh. nice to meet you, lucas."

chase winced at her dry tone, but couldn't really blame her. stacy had a lot of trust issues after anti had taken the kids two years ago. despite stacy's clear distrust, lucas stepped forwards with a warm grin. "nice to meet you too, miss…" his grin faltered, and he glanced at chase. stacy answered instead.

"wilson," she said. "stacy wilson."

"ah!" lucas said. "nice to meet you, miss wilson, and apologies for intruding like this. i'm just doing a favour for chase here. i can show my driver's licence if it'd help put your mind at ease at all about me driving with your children."

stacy blinked, then blanked her face again, showing no reaction. "i think i'd like that, if it's ok," she said softly. then she turned and called into the house. "lou, connor, papa's here!"

immediately, the sound of shrieking picked up, and the pounding of two pairs of feet crashed down the hall. "papa papa papa!" cried two loud voices, and then the kids burst into view, pushing past their mother and latching onto chase tightly. little blonde connor, with his hair falling in his eyes and toothpaste stains on his overalls, and blue eyed louise, chestnut hair tied into intricate braids that fell down the back of her pink hoodie. they laughed as they held him, both babbling so quickly chase could barely keep up.

"papa, papa, we made brownies with ice cream yesterday and they're so nice!"

"we went to the youth club again on wednesday and i got to make a house out of lolly sticks!"

"oh, and i found a cat and i named him johnny but mama wouldn't let us keep him - who's that?"

both children peeked round their father's legs to look at lucas, who was looking considerably more nervous than he had before. he waved, shoulder's almost at his ears. "hey there," he said with a reassuring smile. "my name's lucas. i'm a friend of your papa's."

they were silent for a moment. connor was the first to speak. "what's your last name?"

lucas looked taken aback. "ah - ross. it's ross. why do you ask?"

connor tilted his head. "you look like a teacher. should we call you mr ross?"

lucas suddenly laughed. "that won't be necessary." he put his hands into his pocket, silently rummaging for something. "connor, is it? your father tells me you like running and baking. honestly, that sounds like a fun combination to me. i really like baking too." then he turned to louise, who shrank back behind her brother slightly despite being taller than him. "and you must be louise. very lovely to meet you. i hear you like writing and drawing! that does sound fun. i bet you make really cool stuff." he suddenly pulled out two five pound notes from each pocket, grinning at the way the kid's eyes lit up. "you guys could buy some cool stuff with this. maybe you can go on a shopping trip this weekend."

connor shrieked with excitement as he took both notes, passing one back to his sister, who was still lurking quietly. "thank you, thank you, thank you, mr ross! we'll spend these on good things, promise!"

chase chuckled in disbelief, grinning at lucas's proud expression. "are you trying to make my own kids like you better than me?" he laughed, knocking his arm against his friend's. connor, meanwhile, was leaping up and down in front of stacy, holding up the blue and green note.

"look, mama, we got money! we can buy cool stuff!" he crowed. stacy gave an uncertain smile, glancing up at lucas with concern in her eyes. she was still worried. chase could see that. so, it appeared, was louise. she clutched her note close to her chest, staring shyly down at her blue trainers, although she had a little smile on her face at the same time. stacy, though - for a moment chase was worried she wouldn't accept it, that she'd tell the kids to give the money back. she hesitated, looking down at them, then sighed.

"well - you're not spending it on sweeties, you understand?" she said, forcing a smile. it was just that one sentence that made chase feel an immediate sense of relief. she'd approved. and while chase would probably have to talk to her more about this on sunday, this was happening now, and chase couldn't have felt better.

"come on, kiddos. let's get this going," he beamed, and connor cheered as he bounded into the car. louise was much quieter about it, but as she went by, chase heard her murmur a small "thank you" before climbing in beside her brother.

"please take care of them," stacy said softly. she ran her hands through her hair, suddenly looking exhausted. "they've been through so much already. don't let them hurt more."

she was speaking directly to lucas, despite not right looking at him. lucas relaxed, tapping his shoes against the path. "i won't," he said firmly. "i promise. oh, and here's my license, since you wanted to see -"

while lucas spoke with stacy, chase buckled up the kids into their seats. "mr ross is super nice, papa!" connor exclaimed, kicking his legs. "are we gonna go shopping? what can i buy with this money? how much is this money? there's a - ooh, there's a five in the corner, and it's got winston churchill on it - we're learning about the world wars in school, so i know who he is, papa, i'm so so so so clever!"

chase laughed as his son rambled, then turned to his older daughter. "you ok?" he asked quietly. louise nodded, clinging to her sonic plushie and smiling.

"tell mr ross thank you," she whispered. "he is nice. is he your friend?"

chase sighed softly. "he is my friend," he murmured, guilt still heavy in his chest. he was going to have to make this up to lucas with far more than just a trip to the local bakery. "and you two can call him lucas if you like. no need to be so formal."

he heard lucas say goodbye to stacy then walk round the side of the car to get in the driver's seat. "are you guys all ok?" he asked, looking at the kids in the rearview mirror. they both nodded, louise ducking her head shyly. chase and lucas exchanged smiles. connor and louise liked lucas, albeit maybe due to a little bit of bribery. stacy hadn't freaked out. this was starting off well.

"let's go!" chase said, and the kids cheered as he turned to lucas. "thank you," he said softly. "i'll make it up to you."

"no need," lucas grinned, glancing does at the dashboard. "your kids are sweet. it's my pleasure, honestly."

chase leaned back in his seat, listening to lucas chat with the kids and the ac blowing into the car to cool them down. this was good. maybe things could be good. maybe this was the start of things looking up.

anti hadn't meant to do it. at first.

two men had jumped him as he walked down the streets at maybe three in the morning, having gone out to get some supplies from asda before finding a shelter. "what have you got there, tosser?" said one man, grinning. he was holding a knife. so was the other man. they were both big, bigger than anti, both wearing dark clothes and masks over their faces. they looked down at anti like he didn't stand a chance.

honestly, anti just couldn't believe he was getting mugged for the second time in a week. the first time, he'd been caught completely off guard, taken down immediately before he'd had the chance to take his knife out. this time, he had a small switchblade that he'd nicked off a man at the shelter. he could feel it in his sleeve as he held up his hands, warm from his body heat. maybe he wouldn't have to use it. maybe.

but maybe he wanted to.

he thought he blacked out. he remembered laughing - laughing as much as he could in his condition, a wheezing, clicking laugh - and he remembered the blade held tight in his hands, and he remembered dark blood splattered against dark walls, clawing hands, screaming, screaming.

when he came out of his dizzying red haze, two men were lying dead on the floor.

his hands were red. probably. anti was red-green colourblind, and it was very dark, but even with that he could imagine how bright the blood was, scarlet against his pale skin. in his vision, it just looked like ink. thick, disgusting ink, smelling of iron and death. the men had already gone ashen. lifeless. flat eyes. anti used to get high on this, elated by the thrill of tearing a a life away, of hearing agonized screams and pleas for help. now… now he just felt sick.

he hadn't killed anyone since maybe last christmas. that had been the one year anniversary of dapper leaving, and anti had felt so miserable and alone that by the end of the day, at least seven people weren't going home to their families that night. anti had revelled in it. i lost my family, so you get to lose yours too! you're not even real! just characters made by jack to flesh out my world, my world! you're not real! none of this is real! only dapper was real, dapper was real and i lost him, i lost him forever!

seven people. maybe more. it was sickening that anti couldn't remember how many wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, children, aunts, uncles, grandparents, friends, had sat and waited for their loved one to arrive safely, getting more and more worried as the hours went by, cheer fading with the anxiety of it all, until eventually they got a call from the police letting them know that a person of the description that they'd been looking for had been found, mutilated, soaked in blood, under a bench, in a box, shoved under a truck, on christmas day, christmas day. anti didn't care. he was hurting so badly that he didn't give a shit about anything.

now it was nearly october, nearly a year later, and vomit was rising in anti's throat as he looked at the bodies. he swallowed it back - throwing up was so painful that he'd rather stay miserable than let it out at all - and shuddered, stepping backwards, trainers slipping on the wet, uneven concrete. a sudden calm came over him. he'd killed them. him. not red or bat or anyone else. blood on his hands. he should have enjoyed it.

would he have enjoyed killing those seven people last christmas if he'd been able to go back in time and tell his past self that one day he'd be in their exact position, held down as he was tortured, in agony, but unable to die? was that the reason why he'd been unable to feel his normal exhilaration while killing them? had he seen himself in their eyes?

two wasn't enough.

it was dark as fuck. not many people around. there was, however, a brunette woman in a pink jacket walking along, head down against the world. anti's heart raced. he didn't think this was right. he didn't think this was right.

but he did it anyway. as soon as she went by, anti grabbed her and - and - he didn't think. there was just a knife in her stomach, and she screamed, and oh, that sound elated him and made him feel sick at the same time. he twisted the knife and clamped a bloody hand over her mouth. his head was pounding, black spots dancing in his field of vision.

three people dead. so much blood on him.

had he enjoyed it the way he always had? he couldn't even tell.

it was only a moment before his legs gave out beneath him and he sank dizzily to his knees against the wall of a building, fingers scrabbling for a hold so he wouldn't pass out. he had forgotten this. this would usually be the part where he'd glitch the cameras, loop the footage and delete all record of what he'd done, and turn to static so he could travel somewhere through the phone lines to go wash off. he couldn't do that now. all he could do was stare helplessly, little wheezing breaths escaping his lips as his chest squeezed tighter and tighter. why, why, why did this hurt, why was he so close to throwing up? he closed his eyes and breathed for a moment. don't freak out, don't freak out.

too late for that. because he was - all he could think of was -

“excuse me, sir, are you alright?”

he glanced up to see a woman with dark brown hair and a long blue coat peering down at him with concerned hazel eyes. “‘m fine,” he muttered, not wanting to get other people involved. he looked away from her into the street, hoping to communicate that he wanted to be left alone.

anti needed to catch a breath. he wasn't that weak now. he wasn't.

apparently he hadn’t learned enough about human body language, because she crouched down next to him. “why don’t you come inside?” she purred, pointing to a doorway behind her that said ‘"staff only" in scrawled font. “it’s nice and warm. don’t worry, i’ll say you’re with me.”

he was now beginning to panic. “leave me alone,” he said quietly.

no, no, he could feel her hands on him. he wasn't weak anymore, he wasn't, look at how far he'd come since then.

the woman laughed lightly. she was drunk. he could smell the alcohol on her breath. “hey now, don’t be like that,” she hummed. one of her hands touched his arm gently, and he recoiled in disgust. “really, i just-”

for the past three weeks he had been carrying around a knife. it was a switchblade that he could pop up and down. he had stolen it from an antique shop; he assumed it was valuable, but he didn’t care. it comforted him, and he always had it in his pocket, especially when he was out of the house.

the knife was in the woman’s stomach before he could stop to think.

fuck, fuck, stop touching, stop looking, fucking hell -

anti threw the knife away and clutched at his head, bringing his knees up to his chest. he was going to be sick. this was - it was too much. too much. too much happening, he could feel hands all over him somehow and something warm was burning his cheeks, he was retching, why had he gotten so cocky, why hadn't he been able to stop red taking him away? this was pathetic!

doctor had been right. everything he had said yesterday - anti should just be satisfied with the damage already done. why was he feeling like this now? why did he never know when to quit? he was hurting and it was all too much, make it stop, make it stop make it -

stop -

stop…

anti hadn't meant to do it. at first.

but maybe he wanted t-

something banged down the street. all three men whipped round as they heard whooping, a group of people coming out from seemingly nowhere. "the fuck -" said the taller man, and he grabbed his friend's shoulders to drag him away, both of them racing down the alley and out of sight. the group of people passed them by, led by a person who's hood was up to shield their face. on the other side of the street was a brunette woman with a pink jacket head down against the world. she, too, disappeared from view.

and anti was seemingly alone again.

seemingly.

the day before, right after henrik and marvin's conversation on the stairwell

henrik von schneeplestein wasn't a stupid man. marvin just liked to underestimate him. he quietly watched his brother disappear downstairs before sneaking into his room, softly clicking the door shut behind him.

marvin hadn't even tried to be subtle. henrik had heard him talking to anti through the door, a one sided conversation that he obviously couldn't catch the other side of, although it wasn't hard to figure out what was going on. and even though he couldn't immediately see anti when he slipped inside, he knew he was there. he could feel his presence.

"i know you're in here," he said aloud. "i could hear marvin talking to you. oh, let me guess. the rain is too much for you, so you're taking advantage of marvin again. i'm not a fucking idiot, anti."

something clattered in the wardrobe, like something being dropped. henrik stiffened, then walked towards it slowly, still talking.

"jackie told us everything, you know. about how you were taking over his mind, how you were manipulating his nightmares, trying to make him one of your fucking puppets. just like jamie, eh? you needed to replace him. it was your gottverdammt fault that he - snapped!"

henrik threw the doors to the wardrobe open. anti was in there, scowling - henrik presumed marvin had told him to hide, the sneaky bastard - but stepped out as soon as he was revealed, hands flying.

"you think i corrupted him?" he signed, so fast henrik almost couldn't read his hands. "you think it was my fault he ended up an unhinged sick bitch? he was always like that and you just never saw. all i did was nudge him. without meaning to, of course, but apparently a few bad dreams were enough to push him to doing the shit he did. you can't blame anyone else for what happened. even me."

he was breathing heavily by the time he finished, clinging to the door with his good hand tightly. henrik didn't break eye contact with him even as his mind raced with everything anti had just said. he was lying. anti was a liar, a manipulator, a trickster. this had been his fault and he couldn't deny it.

henrik grabbed anti's shirt and pushed him up against the wall next to the window. "stop it!" he cried, furious. "just stop it! haven't you done enough, aren't you satisfied with the damage you've done -"

anti suddenly shoved henrik off him, grabbing the curtain for support. he didn't sign anything. he just glared, rage blazing in his eyes like fire. henrik stared down at him, teeth gritted with the effort it was taking not to scream or break something or throw anti right out the window in the hopes that it would make him feel any better.

"don't - fucking - come back here," henrik spat, voice shaking. his nails dug into his palms so hard he could feel it bleeding. "you hear me? all you've ever done is hurt. aren't you - don't you get sick of it? of being so hated? fuck, i just - stay away from us."

anti sank to the floor under the window, evidently too tired to do anything but hiss softly through his teeth. henrik turned on heel, disgusted, and stormed from marvin's room, listening to his brother downstairs in the kitchen and trying not to break down.

present day

the door to naomi's shop creaked open, the bell tinkling loudly to alert her to a customer's presence. she sighed softly in despair, despite having opened the store with the intention of people coming in. that hadn't meant she wanted to interact with people.

naomi knew she wasn't supposed to have reopened the store so soon after her relapse. but nai's blomma magi was literally her only source of income, and she couldn't afford to keep it closed. although she had considered calling marvin to ask him to come help out, but didn't want to bother him anymore than she had to. she cringed thinking back on how she'd exploded at him already. she didn't want to end up saying anything any worse and have him leave her forever.

she was honestly surprised he hadn't already.

the customer came round the shelves to the counter, and naomi jumped upon seeing who it was. at first she thought it was marvin, but a moment of closer inspection revealed it was anti, a big jacket on and a black scarf wrapped around his mouth. he came right up to the counter, looking down to pull something out of his pockets.

"anti," naomi said, surprised. her accent still made it sound like "andy," and she hoped he wouldn't be too upset about it. "what are you doing here? i mean, good to see you, but -"

anti pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and placed it down on the counter, sliding it towards naomi. she picked it up curiously and read it. have you seen marvin? it read.

"i - yes, i suppose i have," she said, confused. had anti gotten a haircut? it looked nice. she wasn't going to say that though, obviously. "last i saw him was at the park yesterday morning. why? you know where he lives anyway."

anti pulled out a pen and began to scribble, holding the paper down with his left hand as he wrote. need to find him as soon as possible, he wrote. he's not at the same house. i can't find him and i have to.

naomi frowned. "they - they're at the same flat as they've been for almost a year. weren't you just there the other day?"

anti looked up with pleading grey eyes. please just tell me the address, he wrote. this is important. i swear i mean no ill intent.

well, that was a weird thing to say. but naomi's head was still foggy and her thoughts were barely making sense. she quickly gave anti the address, which he wrote down, his eyes crinkling in a grateful smile. "thank you," he said, a sign naomi knew, and she nodded uncertainly, smiling back at him as he turned and left. it was only then that she realized anti must have been wearing some kind of makeup under his eyes, because she couldn't see any of his scars.

there was something off about all of this. something very off. naomi wasn't sure what, and she didn't have the energy to think about it, but she knew.

however, she didn't have time to think about it. as she watched anti go, she could see something odd about the sky outside. her lips parted softly at the sight, and she found herself unconsciously stepping forwards closer to the door to take a look. and oh, the sight of what was happening outside took her breath away.

all she could do was stare at the sky in wonder.

connor and louise had both had a fantastic day with their papa. they had gotten to see uncle henrik and uncle marvy again, and they had all gone to the park for a little while before going to papa's house and watching a movie. uncle henrik had made them popcorn, and papa had bought them each pretty new shelves for their room. on top of all that, papa's new friend had given them money and talked to them so nicely. it had all been good. right up until they woke up in the wee hours of the morning to a strange sight outside.

it was just a bright light at first, making louise screw up her eyes tighter and turn her head away from the window. but the glow was lighting up the entirety of their room, and she cracked her eyes with a soft moan. it was only when she looked properly that she sat up, gasping softly.

"connor," she whispered, shaking off her covers and pressing bare feet to the cold floor, padding over to her brother's bed and shaking him. "con-nor. wake up, please wake up."

connor groaned in his sleep, scrunching up his face and turning away. louise shook him again, poking his cheek. "connor!"

eventually, the boy whined softly and flopped round to face his sister. "what?" he moaned, then threw an arm over his face. "turn off the light, lou, it's too bright. what time is it?"

"i don't know, and the light isn't on," she said. she stepped aside to let connor see the window, and he squinted. "look at that!"

connor sat straight up, breathing in sharply. "woah!" he exclaimed, swinging his legs over the bed and standing next to his sister. "what is that?"

he quickly bounded towards the window, louise hissing words of caution behind him. "louise!" he cried, slapping both hands to the glass and pressing his face to try and see clearer. "the sky is falling!"

and he was right. the sky was falling.

it should have been pitch black outside. instead, the sky was lit up with a thousand vibrant colours, chunks of neon light streaming down to the ground like transparent meteors. wispy ribbons of colour were trailing through the stars to the buildings below, like the northern lights, but far more explosive. the kids gaped, awestruck.

"wow," louise gasped. "the sky is really falling."

the sky was really falling.

#jacksepticeye #boop writes #chase brody #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #lucas ross #the fall

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New Girl Poe Dameron x Reader part two

Part one Title is still WIP, I know it’s cringey please bear with me if anyone has any ideas as to what to name this let me know lol. Content warning, talk of ptsd and abuse later in the story. Words: 1741 Pairing: Poe/FemReader

Poe took Rey’s advice. He pulled back, not following her, or knocking on her door at night when she woke up screaming (which was nearly every single night). He didn’t ignore her completely, he didn’t want to be rude. He smiled when he caught her looking at him, and even said hello to her a few times when he saw her around base. Two weeks went by like this, and he didn’t see a change until he came back from a three day long mission.

He walked back to his dorm, tired, filthy, and sore from the few punches he received. Y/n was walking from the opposite direction, carrying a bag of laundry she probably just washed. Today, she was wearing light wash jeans, a white turtleneck, and a yellow button up. The bright color looked amazing on her, Poe thought.

“Hello, Commander Dameron.” She said, shocking Poe, as she’s never initiated the conversation before. “Tough mission?” She asked.

“I just got into a little scuffle, could’ve been worse.” Poe said with a shrug.

“You look a little beat up for just a single scuffle.” She pointed out, looking him up and down.

“Uhhh, you should see the other guy?” Poe said quoting the cliche like a question. Y/n tucked her lips in, like she was holding in a laugh.

“Could you, um, wait here for a moment? I’ll be back in just a second.” She said before disappearing into her room, emerging quickly holding a jar filled with a cream of some sorts. She kept her foot in the doorway to hold it open, and he could see from the hallway how perfectly tidy it was, the bedsheets pulled taut and nothing on the floor or cluttering the desk. It resembled a monk’s bedroom, while dirty clothes covered the bathroom floor from when he would peel them off before getting into the refresher, and his bed was never made.

“This heals bruises really fast.” She said, holding it out for him to take. Poe grabbed it and beamed at Y/n, who thought she would go blind from the brightness of Poe’s smile, and couldn’t help but smile back. It was small, but a smile nonetheless.

“Thank you so much.” Poe said genuinely.

“Have a good night Poe, it’s-its nice to h-have you back, it was getting too quiet over there.” She said, the last part said so quietly Poe almost couldn’t hear it. He could see a rosy blush rush to her cheeks as she turned around and went back into her dorm room.

“It’s good to be back.” Poe muttered before disappearing inside his room.

He fell asleep that night thinking about how perfect his name sounded leaving her perfect lips.

Naturally, everyone in the resistance was on edge most of the time. But, they were used to looking over their shoulders and not knowing who they can trust and what seemed like a trap. And after the battle on Crete, it only got worse.

But this was different. There were rumors coming from all sides of the galaxy about the first order building something, something huge and powerful. With hope this low the news of that including the uncertainty of just what that something was, it was making people wonder if it was detrimental to the resistance.

“We need to go in and see if we can find any information on it.” Poe said confidently.

“You want to just march in and ask them nicely for the files on what they’re building?” Leia asked. Poe sucked his teeth, knowing Leia would hate the plan he was brewing.

“G-General Organa’s right. Knowing them, they started those rumors. They’ve been suspiciously quiet these few months, so they have to be funneling all of their energy into this thing that they're building, meaning, those files are going to be heavily protected and hidden. They want us to go and try to grab them. There’s absolutely no way you’re going to be able to get those files to the resistance.” Y/n said, voice shaky and quiet. Poe was surprised to hear her speak, she stood behind Leia, back pressed against one of the walls, arms wrapped around herself.

“Nobody’s going to get information on anything. It’s way too risky, we need to wait until we receive more information, this is just an unconfirmed rumor after all.” Leia calls out to everyone, signaling the meeting to be finished.

As everyone exited, Poe jogged to catch up with Y/n, grabbing her arm. She jumped and spun around to face Poe with wide eyes.

“I have been here for more years than you have months, what makes you think you can call me out like that?” Poe said. His volume was level, but his tone felt like a taser stave. His grip was gentle but firm as Y/n wasn’t able to pull her arm out of his grip.

“Your plan was dangerous and was never going to work. Just because something is a suicide mission doesn’t automatically guarantee that will work.” She responded quietly, proud of herself for not stuttered. Her chest felt hollow as Poe stood over her, his frustration coming off in waves, making the hairs on her skin stand on end.

Poe sighed, lifting his hand to push his hair back and Y/n flinched, actually bringing her hands up to shield her face. Poe froze, his heart sinking to his stomach and his hands falling limp to his sides.

“I wasn’t going to- I would never hit you.” His throat tightened on the word ‘hit’. Y/n’s eyes were glued to the ground as she gulped and wrapped her arms around herself with shaking hands, her fingertips visibly digging into her ribcage, like she was holding herself together.

“I was just trying to keep you safe.” She said so quietly that Poe almost couldn’t hear her.

She then turned around and left.

That night, when he was awoken from the screams coming from next door, the longing to be able to be there to hold her when she was having a nightmare was nearly unbearable. To kiss away her tears and hold her shaking hands in his, to be able to whisper in her ear that he’s there, that she’s here, grounding her, reassuring her that the nightmare wasn’t real. A lump formed in his throat when he heard her cry out even after she woke up, muffled by her pillow and she gasped for air, crys escaping her lips whenever she forced out an exhale.

“I fucked up.” Poe said into his hands, his elbows resting on the mess hall’s table. Rey and Finn just nodded in agreement.

“You definitely did.” Rey replied audibly.

“What do I do?” Poe asked, rubbing his hands over his face.

“Well first you need to apologize.” Finn said.

“Yeah? No shit.” Poe said, his hands dropping from his face and resting beside his tray of food as he turned to face Finn, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

“This happened last night right? Apologize tomorrow, give her some space first, and then go talk to her. You should be more mindful around her as well.” Rey replied before taking a drink from her cup.

“I just don’t think-” Poe started.

“We know.” Rey and Finn said in unison.

“If you really do want to get close to her, you need to be aware. Like, for example you saw that, fast movements frighten her, keep it in mind.” Rey added.

“How do you know all of this stuff?” Poe asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Because I’m the smartest person you know.” She replied with a smirk. Poe shook his head, letting out a laugh as Finn chuckled as well before they all went back to their dinner.

The next day, Y/n walked to her dorm after spending all day hunched over while she was working on droids. She rolled her head side to side to try and ease the stiffness in her neck, she stopped still when she noticed a jar set in front of her door. She grabbed it, peeling the note off the lid as she walked into her bedroom

Y/n, this heals nightmares really fast. (It doesn’t, but it will help you sleep) Poe

Y/n couldn’t help but smile as she read the note.

The next night, Y/n stepped out of her dorm when she heard Poe returning to his.

“Commander Dameron? Do you want to come in for a second?” She asked. Poe stood in shock for a few moments before finally responding. “Yeah, yeah sure, of course.” He said, following her into her small dorm room, again noticing how tidy her room was, her wardrobe was slightly opened, and Poe somehow wasn’t surprised that her clothes were sorted by color. “Do you want some tea?” She asked, rubbing her glove clad hands together. “I found this mysterious jar of tea that cures nightmares.” She added. Poe let out a laugh before nodding, watching her pour hot water into two glasses and handing him one of them.

“Hey, I’m sorry about the other night. I had no business talking to you like that.” Poe said, finally being able to apologize to her.

“I appreciate you apologizing.” She replied, bringing her glass up to her lips, breathing in the soothing aroma of the herbs. She wasn’t used to people apologizing. She was just used to people laughing at her when she got triggered. When she would startle seemingly at everything and they would laugh and then scare her on purpose.

But Poe wasn’t like that. She could already tell. She saw the flash of guilt in his eyes when she would startle. She knew he didn’t understand, but she could tell he that wanted to. Embarrassment swallowed her whole when she flinched at Poe when he raised his hand to brush his hair back. But the embarrassment dissipated when she saw the tea in front of her door. Tears almost came to her eyes at the realization that Poe wasn’t scared off. Contrary to her actions, she actually liked Poe.

Of course Commander Poe Dameron had to be both charming and considerate. She would watch him laugh and joke with the other pilots or his two best friends and swear his laugh could prompt the burst of galaxies, with how much light was contained within the sound combined with his smile filled with sunshine.

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