#in scream 5 she held her hand because it was over and they finally found each other again

[psychofreakforc]

"I'm gonna hold your hand all the way there"

[sukunas-wife]

What about Y/N and reader having a little baby girl. Sukuna was disappointed at first because he wanted another boy. But she becomes so attached to her papa since she was a baby. Like she sees cuts on his hands (she doesn’t realize he can use RCT yet) and tries to treat his wounds 🥺🫶🏽

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I though tumblr ate your ask when I scrolled 5 times and could find it and I panicked so hard 😭 So cute 🥺 Im pretty sure we’re going with Anya, but I suck at catching her personality so I’m just going to go with general daughter reactions for this 🥹🤍🤍

(Note: I tried, but I feel like I’m always lacking in the daughter area. Maybe I need to borrow my niece ;-; also, its a little short…) finally back into it tho 😎

Your room fell silent, the cries filling the air were almost piercing. You felt like you knew this was bound to happen. Yuji was a miracle, but your second child was born a girl. You knew Sukuna had only ever cared about having heirs, so in the silence you were on edge of what he would say or do.

It was strange watching him in that moment, she was crying in his arms, he was staring at her with that black expression that always appeared like a frown. He shouldn’t have been so openly disappointed, he knew from the start when your stomach started to swell and he hadn’t noticed until he touched your round belly. The child in your stomach had not an ounce of cursed energy to leave a presence, much less for him to be able to tell what it could be. Yet he held out hope for a boy, even if the lack of his presence was due to a heavenly restriction, he could work with that. But no, the little pink haired girl crying and screaming in his arms was enough to leave him perplexed. He shook his head, handing her over to you, you watched him while you began to breastfeed your daughter.

“Sukuna..” your voice was a whisper followed by a cringe of feeling like your insides were coming out. You wanted to comfort your husband but you didn’t feel right. “Sukuna,” your lower stomach kicked in painful cramps, and everything moved in a rush. Sukuna was pushed out of the room and heard the panic of your caretakers clearly.

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The day had passed and he sat outside your room, they had persisted he did not pass. So he sat out there waiting until the early hours of sunrise when they brought out his daughter. He took her in his hands, you couldn’t see it past her pink hair and eyes, but to Sukuna she had your face. She was small and round but to him, she looked so similar he was in disbelief you had won over that part of his genes.

He sat there all day, holding her to his chest, while his head leaned back against the wall. His eyes were closed but he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t rest, he could tell you were alive, but it felt like you were just barely there. He looked down in his arms, the little bundle of clothes moving around slightly as your daughter moved, crying out. He wanted to hand it off to a servant as his hand came up to uncover her face more to look at her, that was until her hand slipped out taking a tight hold of finger. She stopped crying for a moment just sniffling, her little nails falling digging into his skin. “Come, stop your crying.” His free arm came to lightly run over his little wrinkly cheeks, “my child.” He was looking at her with such a soft look, the servants found it endearing. It was then he decided he would take care of her as he did Yuji, his child, his pride.

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Years passed, and you were outside with Yuji. Watching Anya’s big eyes growing in size as an emperor butterfly slowly fluttered around the garden. It had been a month since Sukuna had left on one of his little excursions, you were curious why his supposed two week trip became a month long trip. But you had your 13 year old Yuji who was laying in your lap passed out from his own Ventures of the day and your 3 year old girl keeping you busy, you didn’t feel as lonely as when it was just yourself. “Mama!” Your hand kept running though Yuji’s hair, “Yes sweetheart?” Your little girl came running up to you, “Papa!” You could see the stars in her eyes as she pointed behind her, past the garden. You looked seeing the all too familiar and burly silhouette in the distance. You faked a gasp, “It is papa! He’s almost home. Do you wanna go get him the sweets you made?” She perked up more, “Yeah!” You watched as she ran off inside the house singing a song as her steps padded on the ground. Yuji slowly sat up, eyes squinty as he looked around “Dad?” You laughed while rubbing his head, “Yes.”

You started to get up, Yuji rushing up and offering to help you as you struggled to get up, “my leg is tired from being in one place too long.” You laughed and Yuji grinned, “Sorry’ was tired.”

You simply rubbed his head, “It’s fine, go get your sister, she’s been away for a while already.”

Yuji ran off to find his sister while you tried to ignore the feeling in your legs. You moved closer to the edge of the garden Sukuna was approaching in fresh blood, the closer he became the more you noticed the minor scrapes and cuts on his body. You rolled your eyes with a smile, he shrugged off the top of his robes once he had realised your eyes were trained on his body. It would be a lie to say you didn’t find him attractive in this form of glory, but for the sake of your kids you wouldn’t touch his chest and give him that look. It was when he stood in front of you that your dominant hand pulled your handkerchief from your obi, your free hand cradling his face before cleaning his face of the foreign contaminant.

“I see my husband is home, sturdy, well and revelling in his victories.” You hummed as you finished cleaning his face, pulling him towards you gently so you could kiss him. As you pulled away from what was going to be a soft kiss he pulled you back in to catch your lips longer, “Mhm.” Was all

He hummed against your lips, aside from the hand on your head, two of his free hands came to your waist to pull you closer. Placing your hands on his chest you pushed yourself back a little to stare up at him, “Your little girl has been asking and crying for you to come back. She even made you a little treat everyday for when you arrived.” He hummed, eyeing you, your hands moving to rest on his biceps, “They should be here. I sent her in to retrieve what she worked so hard on.” Your head turned exposing your neck to him, his last free hand coming up to run his nails over the tender flesh, “I’m sure she’ll be back soon enough, as for now I’m craving the feeling of something else.” His hand angled your head away, teeth and lips running over the plush pulse point on your neck, until he huffed at your resistance, “how impervious.” He pulled away, hands sliding from your waist as he looked away visibly upset. You couldn’t fight the smile, “We should go, it might be a waste waiting longer out here then if we go find them.”

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That’s how you ended up in this situation. Yuji was sitting by his dad with a big smile listening to the story of how he single-handedly levelled another city. Anya was sitting on his lap bouncing along as his body shook when he’d let out a louder laugh or was jostled around with his movements. That was until she noticed the smallest cut on his stomach and let out a loud gasp making all of you turn to look at her.

”Papa! You’re hurt!” Sukuna looked down, seeing the small surface wound that left a red line of broken skin over his side stomach. “Oh, I suppose I a-PAPA NEEDS BANDAGES” she was rushing off feet pattering over the floor as Yuji mumbled, “But.. can’t dad use reverse cursed technique…” he looked confused as he closed his eyes tilting his head to the side. You looked at your husband who sighed with a faint twitch at his lips and placed a hand on Yuji’s head messing up his already tousled hair. “Interesting, I remember another brat with pink hair who did the exact same thing.” Yuji smiled under the weight of his fathers hand.

Anya came running in with a bowl of water spilling everywhere and other things tucked under her little arm. You watched as Ryomen steadied her after she spilt water onto his lap trying to clean his wounds as she had watched you done when your husband would crave your attention and purposely not heal his own wounds leaving you to tend to him. He cringed as more water spilt onto his lap as she un purposely smacked his stomach with a soaking rag rubbing at the small flesh wound, Yuji tried not to laugh as you laughed quietly behind your hand watching as Sukuna tried to help only for Anya to yell at him “No! I can do it papa! You’re hurt!”

The screen was cute as he cringed more at the cold water, relieved when she stopped only to become stressed when she pulled out the roll of wraps. She had seen you use those wraps on Yuji many times when he would become injured or hurt. What she didn’t see was how her father was much larger in size, those tiny wraps wouldn't circle his waist even once.

When they couldn't, Anya became frantic, rushing to jump off her father and run to get more bandages. This was until Ryomen caught her mid jump, “Lemme go daddy! Need more wraps!” He sat her back on his lap, “No you don’t brat, I'll show you something better.”

Anya looked up at her dad with glossy eyes and a wobbly lip, “Press your hands here.” You watched as he guided her small hands to his stomach over the wrap, “Put all your force behind it.” She forced her eyes closed, pressing both her hands against his stomach with all her little muscle. Using the slightest bit of his reversed cursed technique he pulled her hands away, “See.” Her eyes opened slowly and the red mark on his stomach was gone. Her eyes lit up as she looked up at him, “I DID IT!” Ryomen couldn’t fight back the twitch of his lips that pulled into a smile, “You did.” Her hands clasped together with starry eyes, her stare locked on Yuji, “I can fix you.”

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[xxblairexxss]

Who are you?

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Fluff, I think?

Word count : 2.4k

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Part 2 Part 3

You got into an accident on your way to work with a guy who drove Ferrari Pista 488 with the number 16. Weird thing was that everyone kept calling his name as if he was a celebrity.

Just a light one. Haven’t proofread!

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"The audacity of him! And then what did you say?"

Your mom thought your decision to accept an internship in Monaco out of all countries was solely because you could talk to your best friend, Linda, without having a problem with the time difference. It just happened to be on your side, though. Instead of listening to her story about her stupid ex before you went to bed, you had to get ready, so she had become your favourite podcast to listen to on your way to work.

"I said nothing." She winced, even before you screamed.

"What?! You let him disrespected you like that! Oh my God! Why?! I would have punched —“ The sound of a car horn kicked through your AirPods, taking over the voice of your friend. There wasn’t enough time for you to react when the black car came approaching so fast, cringing along the sound of a car honk that seemed to be echoing within the small town that you would have thought it would send you straight to heaven. It turned out your mind wasn’t ready for today to be your last day on earth, so you tried to run across the road and fell flat against the friction.

You were expecting to wake up surrounded by clouds, just like how the cartoons pictured the afterlife, until you felt a touch on your shoulder. "Fuck! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Are you—"

"I would have punched you in the face." You muttered, what was supposed to be something directed towards Linda’s ex boyfriend.

"Woah, okay. I’m really sorry. Here," He offered a hand and pulled you up; that was when the pain hit your nerves, making you bend over and wince. 

"Ow! What is wrong with you?!" The man was pushed away and staggered at the outburst. "It was a red light. Are you blind?"

"Okay, I’m really sorry; that was totally my fault. Let me take you to the hospital."

You retracted your arm from his hand relentlessly, limping your way to the roadside. "Leave me alone."

"You are bleeding!" He argued and tried to offer his hand for you to hold as he was you struggled to walk.

"I know! I have eyes."

"You need to treat those cuts. Just let me take you to the hospital."

You tried to hobble away from the man, but the pain had set a limit to your pace. "I don’t even know you. Go away."

"Okay, my name is—" 

"Charles! Everything good?" He looked up, surprised to hear his name being called out so sudden, and gave a thumbs up back to the waiter of the restaurant.

"You heard him. I’m Charles. You have a witness there," You looked back at the direction he pointed with his chin. “if I do something bad to you. Can you get in my car so I can take you to the hospital now? I’m kinda in a rush."

"If you are rushing, then you can just go. Don’t let me hold you up." Charles shut his eyes, tilting his head back. He knew he had misspoken because you were going to say yes before he mentioned about time. "Okay, okay! I’m not. I’m not in a rush at all. So, please, get in the car."

"Are you sure? Cause I can just —“

"No. I mean, yes. I’m very sure." He extended his hand, which you finally held while you limped your way to the car.

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This was your second tissue, which you had been pressing on your cuts. You just found out your chin was bleeding as well when you saw the reflection on his window.

"Do you need water?" He twisted open the mineral water bottle and offered it to you. You were so quiet, it made him feel restless. He would rather hear you curse him out than this eerily silent. "The hospital is 5 minutes away. Does it hurt a lot?"

"It’s not that serious. Don’t worry." You turned from looking out the window, eyes scanning through the buildings of the city, towards him, frowning in suspicion. "How did he know you? The waiter."

"He has seen me a lot. It’s a small town, after all. Are you a student?" He saw you were carrying a bag of laptop with a few files, which he had placed at the back of the car, so you were obviously not a tourist. It left him with two answers. Either you were a student or you just moved here, because if you had been living here for a while, you wouldn’t ask the question. He wasn’t saying everyone would know him, but they would at least aware of who he was.

"No, I’m doing my internship."

"How long has it been?" He queried.

"2 weeks, I think." You looked out the window as he drove into the hospital area. "You can just drop me here. I’ll be fine."

"No, it’s okay. You need help from a local, so that would be me. Can you walk?" His seatbelt retracted as he clicked on the unhook button and helped you register your name and details at the registration counter while you were asked to just sit and wait.

"Hi, Charles!"

"Oh my God! It’s Charles!"

"Are you Charles Leclerc? What are you doing here?"

It felt like you must have had a permanent wrinkles in between your brows, as you had been frowning for minutes whenever people called out his name. Sure, it was a small town, but did that mean everyone knew everyone to this point?

"Are they your friends?" He leaned in, moving his ear closer to hear your question.

"No, they are not my friends. They have seen me a lot too." The way he replied was so nonchalant, but it still didn’t make any sense to you.

"That doesn’t really make any sense." You commented, still frowning.

"It makes sense in Monaco." He looked away and bit his lips, trying to hold his chuckle.

The medical staff explained to you every cream and medicine you needed to take and when it was needed, while Charles joined in as well, listening as if it had anything to do with him.

"Can we get your phone number so we can call for a follow-up treatment on your sprained wrist?"

"Oh, my Monaco phone number? Give me a second." You just happened to find out that your phone was badly damaged in the accident right when you tried to turn it on. It probably had to do with you trying to stop your fall without realising it was in your hand, so the screen was cracked and it was just a black screen. You were forgetful and had written your new phone number in your notes so you wouldn’t get charged for accepting calls from a foreign country, but it was impossible to check your notes if your phone couldn’t even turn on.

"Use mine. If anything, just call me." Charles stepped in and wrote down his phone number, leaving you stunned. "And here’s my card. I’ll pay for everything."

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"Thank you for sending me home. Oh, my phone!" He had helped you bring your stuff all the way to your apartment, though you had assured him that you could carry your own things. Just when you were about to take the last thing of yours in his possession, he moved his hand away before you could take it. "I need my phone back?"

"It doesn’t even work."

"Okay? But that doesn’t mean I’m going to throw it away." Charles brought the phone higher when you tried to snatch it, smiling like an idiot when he saw you were glaring at him.

"I’ll get it fixed and give it back to you."

"I don’t need your help anymore. Give it back! I’ll get it fixed myself." You disagreed, refusing to owe him even more, but he stepped back and slipped the phone into his back pocket.

"You still need me for your follow-up treatment. You used my phone number, remember? I’ll see you in a few days once it’s fixed. Don’t forget to put the cream and your medicine." He walked away after giving you a nod out of curtesy.

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"Was he hot?"

Though your phone was broken, you still wouldn’t miss a daily update from your best friends. After explaining everything, including every single detail of what happened earlier, Linda’s main focus was to ask that. Not your sprained wrist, not your cuts—nothing about you, but all about the man you had told her about.

You rolled your eyes and continued to spread the cream on the cut on your leg, still engaging in the conversation from the video call on your Macbook. "He was cute. You know, apparently everyone here knows everyone. Crazy, isn’t it? Everyone kept on calling his name ‘Charles! Charles!’ as if he were some kind of celebrity, but it was actually very common. I was shook because—"

"Wait, what did you say?" She intervened.

"I said I was shook."

"No, before that. What was his name?" Linda asked, seemingly typing something on her laptop.

"Charles? Charles Lec something?"

"Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She shrieked, making you jump and scream along.

"What the heck?" You bawled as she started talking nonsense. "Slow down! What are you trying to say?"

"Is this the guy that helped you?" She brought the phone and switched to the back camera so you could see the picture on her laptop.

"Yeah? Why is his face everywhere in the Google images?" That was weird. Though you were treated like a celebrity in Monaco, why would you put out your pictures on the Internet in public, with not just one but more than what seemed to be normal for someone who just lived in Monaco?

"He’s a fucking F1 driver, you idiot! Oh my God, you are so dumb, Y/N!" Linda called out, feeling frustrated for her friend, who had to be the smartest in class but not street-smart.

"What?! But he told me that everyone knew him because they just saw him a lot." You argued back and tried to make it make sense to your friend, who seemed to be so disappointed.

"Yeah? Because he’s driving for Ferrari and he’s a Monegasque? Obviously, everyone has seen him a lot. You are so dumb."

"2 weeks in this new country, and I have already humiliated myself. I’m just going to ask him to leave my phone in front of the door so I don’t have to see him again, right?" You don’t think you could look at him in the eye anymore because you were so embarrassed that you might need 2 to 3 months to move on.

"I don’t know. To me, it sounds like he wanted to get to know you."

"Cut the crap, Linda."

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"I can’t just leave your phone out here." Charles came and rang your doorbell a few days later. You had been yelling behind the door, trying to make him go so you wouldn’t have to see him again, but he just wouldn’t let it pass.

"Just leave it there!" You replied back the other side of the wood door.

"Are you hurt?" He replied back, knocking on your door this time.

"No!"

"Okay, then why can’t you come out?" Charles could have just done what you asked him to do, but he wanted to see how your cuts were doing, if they were still bleeding.

And he also wanted to see you because he just felt so.

"Fine, I’m leaving it here. Make sure to not leave it outside for too long. Someone might steal it away." He remarked before walking away, knowing you had been peeking from the peep hole.

"Finally!" The door pulled open after you waited for two minutes, giving him enough time to take the elevator and left.

Until you saw him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He had this smirk on his face, as if he expected you to be dumb enough and fell in his trick, which you actually did.

"Finally what?" He strode closer, arms still crossed, as he looked down on your legs to see the cut had started to heal. "Hm?" Charles carefully tilted your face up to see your chin and nodded when it wasn’t as red and bleeding as it was a few days ago. "Did I do something wrong? Why can’t you just come out?"

You grinned and walked back into your apartment, pushing the door shut with your body. "Okay, you can go home now. I’ll call the hospital to ask them to change the phone number back to mine. Thank you!”

"Wait! Why are you acting so weird?" He blocked the door and tilted his head, trying to catch your eyes because you had been looking everywhere but at him.

"Why didn’t you tell me who you are? Here I thought everyone in Monaco would call out people’s names as if they were celebrities, and you actually turned out to be one?" Your tone went higher while you pointed your hand at him, as if he were an artefact in a museum and you were a museum guide.

"I’m not exactly a celebrity. Just an athlete. How did you know?" He asked in a very light way, like this whole situation was fun for him.

"My friend showed me your picture, and I still didn’t trust her, so I went on Google myself and typed…" You pressed your lips, squeezing your eyes shut, because you knew you were just going to humiliate yourself even more if he found out about this.

"And typed in what?" Charles repeated your last sentence.

"Charles Monaco." Your hand covered your eyes instantly while he burst out laughing. He would have left with a bruised nose if only you could slam the door in his face right now, but you wouldn’t want to be charge with assaulting the famous guy in this town. "Yeah, whatever. Can you step back because I’m trying to close the door?"

"So, that’s it?" I nearly hit you with my car, sent you to the hospital, fixed your phone, and that’s it?"

You furrowed your brows. "What else do you want?"

"How about I give you a tour around the town? I’ve lived here all my life. No one knows every corner of this town except me." He rested his hand on the door when he saw you try to close it again. "Are you sure you want to miss this one chance to be with Charles Monaco?"

"You are so annoying!"

“Your next appointment is in two days. I’ll pick you up at 10 a.m." He walked away, still wearing the cocky smile that made you want to punch him so bad.

"I can go on my own. I’m not going to open the door for you next time!" You stood outside the hallway, shouting back as he went even further.

"Then I’m gonna barge into your apartment. I’m Charles Monaco; I can do whatever I want."

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Seeing Clearly - Chapter 7. The Black Wolf

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, angst, reference to former SA - Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: You try to move on with your new life in Jackson and Ellie and you bond. 1.2K

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Chapter 7. The Black Wolf

It took you a couple of days to unpack the two small boxes of items you brought with you to your new place. It was too painful to face the fact that you really were here on your own, away from Ellie. Away from Joel. After work, you walk yourself home and decide enough is enough, you need to get this over with and start trying to live in this space of yours. You begin going through your boxes and fine, Carrie, the book you brought home from the library on your first day. You wonder if Joel ever read the book you brought him. Ellie had already talked your ear off about the graphic novel you found for her. But Joel never said anything, and you never saw the book anywhere in the shared area of the house. You imagine it, forgotten on the dresser in his room, ignored. That’s how you felt. Like Joel just forgot you, left you aside.

You found a blanket that you’d grown fond of stuffed in the box, you don’t remember putting it there. Maybe Ellie did. As you pull it out, you hear something else in the box. It’s the wooden carving of a wolf, the one you saw the first time you entered Joel’s living room. The one you commented on the night you both couldn’t sleep. Except now it wasn’t the light, almost ivory color it once was, it was painted black. Your heart squeezed in your chest. Had he done this? Did he do this for you? At the same time, you felt warmth and comfort, you felt so sad. Because even this, still felt like a goodbye.

You held onto it tight, closing your eyes and setting it on your bedside table before falling into your mattress and crying yourself to sleep for another night in a row. The nightmares came back that night, more real than ever before. Hands pulling your legs apart, metal chains cuffed to your arms, cutting into your wrists as you struggled. A faceless vile man pinning you to the floor. But this time you wake up alone, screaming, no one lived near enough to you for you to disturb them, only empty storefronts. You take a cold shower to try and soothe your skin that felt like it was burning from your memories. You couldn’t fall back asleep, so you sit up in bed trying to read but your eyes keep wandering to your wolf.

That weekend, you finally have a visitor. Ellie comes by and you both enjoy tea and fresh baked bread and jam from the bakery downstairs. Ellie tells you about the drama in her friend group. How Jesse and Dina keep fighting, breaking up and then making out the next day and breaking up again. “It’s really fucking stupid if you ask me.” Ellie says, irritated. “Yeah, teenagers are like that sometimes, fucking stupid. But really… so are adults,” you respond and Ellie nods knowingly. You have learned that Dina is the pretty brunette you saw with Ellie on the first movie night. You wonder if there might be more to this for Ellie than she’s letting on. You don’t want to pry but you also know what it’s like to be confused or worried about your sexuality at that age. It was Before when you realized you were bisexual, and back then, in the south, it wasn’t easy to come to terms with that or explain it to your friends. Everyone assumed it meant you were lesbian just not ready to say it yet, but you didn’t feel that way. And having people tell you who you are rather than accepting you for you, made a big fucking impact and if you can help Ellie through a time like this, you will.

“So, Dina,” you start cautiously, “she’s your best friend?” Ellie looks at you and nods, taking a sip of her tea, so you continue. “Must be tough, watching her go on this roller coaster. It’s probably not easy for you, is it?” Ellie, looking at you skeptically, whispers “What do you mean?” You look at her, a soft smile on your face, “When you care about someone, it can be hard to be there for them when every day they seem to be going back and forth about their feelings.” Ellie starts to visibly relax, “Yeah, it is! Like one day she wants to spend all her time with me and says Jesse doesn’t matter. The next day, when we have plans or something, she’ll just run off with him.” You answer, “Yeah, Ellie, that sucks. Especially when it maybe plays with your feelings a little, do you know what I mean?” Ellie takes a deep breath, “Yeah, Dina will be only interested in me, and then run back to Jesse and it just makes me question if she even likes me at all.” “You like her, don’t you?” you say, quietly. Ellie looks at you for a while, like she’s deciding if she’s going to open up or not. And you wait patiently, this is her truth to tell you, not anything else.

“I do, and as more than a friend. And she kissed me last night, but I don’t know what that means.” She breathes deeply after her confession. You smile warmly at her, “It’s okay, Ellie. It’s so nice to like someone, even when it’s complicated. And if I were you, I would talk to her about it, tell her how you’re feeling and ask her what she’s feeling.” Ellie responds almost sarcastically, “Really, is that what you would do?” Ouch. That stings, this kid already knows you so well. You sigh, “No, it’s not what I would do, but it’s what I wish I would do. So, it’s my advice to you.” Ellie looks at you with her eyes filled with sadness, like she knows how hurt you are.

“He doesn’t know yet,” Ellie says, “that I like girls. Not sure what he’ll think.” Your eyes cast down to your hands that feel heavy in your lap. “Ellie, I know it’s hard, you don’t know how people will react. I never had the chance to come out to my family as bisexual. I was too scared and then everything happened.” Ellie’s eyes light up like she had a feeling you might have actually understood, and she knows now that she’s right. “But I can tell you right now, that man loves you more than he loves anything in this world. And he wouldn’t let who you love change that one bit. I can promise you that.” She smiles and then does something that startles you, she hugs you tight. “Thank you, Ash. You’re really fucking cool. And Joel is a piece of shit if he doesn’t fix things with you.” You smile, “Don’t call your dad a piece of shit.” “Fine,” she says with a deep sigh that reminds you of him, “he’s just being fucking stupid.” And with that, Ellie takes off looking for Dina and you feel a little bit better, like you might be able to stay here and make a difference. A little at a time.

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[ughgoaway]

i guess this would be pre teacher/reader but i saw a tiktok about baby wearing and all i can think about is matty trying it with annie when she was much younger and him just going about his day with annie strapped to his chest asleep especially in the studio with the boys 🥺

anon. this has literally been rotting my brain since you sent it. I can't stop thinking about it.

I'm envisioning new dad matty, his mum has been staying with him for a few weeks and has just left and he is so fucking overwhelmed. it's been 2 hours and he can't get Annie to go to sleep, any time he tries to put her down she just screams bloody murder. and to make matters worse, he absolutely has to be at the studio in an hour to fix this song.

matty is shushing her and bouncing her around when he remembers something carly and Adam got him before Annie arrived, some weird baby wrap thing he never thought he'd use. he quickly scavenges around her room for it (Annie is still in his arms because he values his ear drums) and manages to find it squished behind some piles of clothes he has yet to put away.

at first when he pulls it out of the box, he is fucking baffled. it's just a long strip of stretchy fabric and matty has no idea what to do with it. but the second he puts her down to try and figure it out, the screaming starts again.

so he looks up a YouTube video, props his phone up against the kettle, and tries to follow this lovely woman's tutorial. it looks easy enough, tie a knot here, loop this bit through there, and so on.

it takes him a few goes. The first couple attempts look like matty lost a fight with this fabric, but soon enough... "Aha! fuck you stupid fabric!" he says triumphantly. he had to put Annie down to really figure it out so the last 10 minutes were filled with the desperate cries of his 3 month old but he thinks he's got it.

so he picks her up and slips her in, and there she is, wrapped up against his chest. and finally... silence. no cries. no screaming. just silence.

well annie might not be crying, matty feels pretty fucking close considering how exhausted he is. but any anger or frustration just melts away when he looks down at her, Annie's eyes have finally fluttered closed and she's fast asleep on his chest.

it brings him back to the day she was born, the skin to skin he did with her just minutes after. he'll never forget the instant love and complete devotion he felt in that moment. and having her now, slightly less gross, sitting fast asleep on him brings everything back.

before he starts crying (again) over how beautiful his daughter is and how much he loves her, he gets a disgruntled phone call from George who has been waiting outside for 5 mins to walk with matty to the studio.

now with both hands free matty can grab the baby bag, his phone and his keys and run down to meet George.

when he comes out George is leaning on the wall outside fully engrossed in his phone, that is until he catches a glimpse of matty and immediate begins to crack up.

"Oh, mother dearest, what do we have here?" he teases, walking over to matty whose eyes are sunken and hair is sticking up in every direction. last time George saw him this frazzled was after he first found out he was having Annie and wasn't exactly coping well with the news, how times have changed.

"Oh shut up, will you. she wouldn't stop crying unless I held her, and I quite like having 2 arms, so I grabbed this thing carly gave me and wrapped her up. and look how cute and happy she is, George. "

matty spins around and shows George Annie's sleeping face, and he's never seen his friend just immediately melt before his eyes. George simply gasps and brings his finger up to gently stroke her cheek, Annie grumbles slightly and wiggles but soon settles back into her place in her dad's chest.

"Dude." George says, flicking his eyes from Annie to matty, "she's the cutest baby ever. don't tell Adam and carly I said that, tho"

matty just laughs and nods, both men staring with such love at little Annie Healy.

she sleeps the whole walk there and through Adam and Ross arriving, who both have similar reactions to George. After the initial teasing, both men crumble at the sight of their best friend being a dad.

"god, how did you make something so cute??" Adam jokingly says.

"Can I try this wrap thing too??? you look stupid, but she's so happy I just need to do this, " says Ross, who's rubbing her back softly through the layers of fabric.

matty agrees and says once she's awake, he's free to have a try. She stays asleep for a little bit, but as soon as mattys voice rings out of the speakers, she perks up. Big brown eyes blinking up at matty with a gummy grin to match. Once each man sees that, they all want a turn wearing her.

of course, they somehow turn this into a competition.

Ross claims he's her favourite because Annie simply stares up at him with wide eyes the whole time she's strapped to him, smile not leaving her face. he even plays bass with her still attached to him, a new skill he's very proud of. he keeps his hair safely in his bun, though, not wanting her to get a grip. (Annie does later become obsessed with Ross' hair because who wouldn't?)

George claims he's the favourite because she makes the most gargling noises when he has her. he walks her around the room, talking to her and explaining the studio. "So this is soundproof padding Annie, basically it's so other people don't have to hear when your dad does a shit take" "Oi! don't swear at my child George. and don't slag me off!!"

adam claims he's the favourite because, "I'm just a natural. look how chill she is. " Annie is very chill with him, just kinda enjoying life and vibing. no nonsense, just a happy little girl.

matty knows she's happiest with him though, as soon as she feels the rhythm of his heart and smells her dad, she just falls right asleep. the closer she can get, the better.

so needless to say, the baby wrap is a hit, and Annie becomes the hottest fashion accessory for the men of the 1975. the day she finally grows out of it is a sad, sad day for them all.

(this is what I mean when I'm talking ab the wrap btw <3)

more blurbs for this au here!!

[mylifeisactuallyamess]

Sanctuary part 2

Chapter 6: Ghosts of Kamino

A/N: I posted this on AO3 and forgot to post it here 🤣 whoops!

Warnings: Description of panic attack, disassociating, canon violence, Hemlock being an intimidating bastard, Stitch is having a rough time, mentions of reconditioning.

Word Count: 3.6k+

Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

Masterlist

A soft noise brought you to awareness, your entire body stiffening as you tried to figure out who was in the room.

The infinite smoothness of Nala Se flooded your mind and it forced your eyes open. The Kaminoan was sat down, her long limbed body almost folded in half to sit in a human chair. Large, dark eyes blinked at movement from the bed and she seemed to suck a quiet breath in. A touch of relief reached you as the first groan left your lips. Your entire body was on fire, muscles screaming from the rough workout they had been put through recently.

“Why are you so relived to see I’m alive, Nala Se?” Your throat was dry, sticking and causing you to cough. Slowly you sat up, gently taking the offered glass from the pale hand that held it out.

She didn’t answer right away, her eyes travelling over the floor and back up to you while she tried to form a reply. “All the specimens are important,” she finally said and you paused mid motion.

“All? You mean the clones?”

“No. There are others.” You wanted to say you were surprised, but the depths that Hemlock would go when it came to prisoners did not surprise you.

“I felt them,” you murmured. Remembering walking past the large double door and feeling the faint shimmer of another presence, one that resonated with yours. “They are kept here, others like me.”

Nala Se bent her long neck slightly, gesturing slowly with an open hand. “There are others. But not like you.” Her voice was light and firm, breezing through the small room. “You are different.”

Taking a long sip of water you quickly assessed the creature before you. She didn’t seem hurried or anxious today. In fact, she was down right chatty. “How am I different from any other human you have taken blood from?”

“I knew you were special, from the moment you were pulled out of the pod.” Everything you thought you knew zeroed down to this specific point as you repeated what she’d said, your lips moving around the words as if it helped you process them.

“A pod.”

“Yes. Jedi Master Sifo-Dyas came to us, talking about a brewing conflict within the galaxy. He wanted to help his fellow Jedi.” Your fingers gripped the cup, the only solid thing that was tying you to reality. “He offered his genes to create more Jedi. We tried, of course, but the failure was widespread. Most of the units did not survive infancy, much to our dismay. Their M-counts interfered with the healthy development, Master Sifo-Dyas declared the Force was not allowing them live. Apparently it tipped the balance,” she explained quietly.

“What does any of this have to do with me?” Your heart beat erratically, tension prickled down your scarred arms and you began to chew on your nails.

“You were the only one to survive.”

“That’s impossible,” you scoffed. “Tech found that Sifo-Dyas was—was my father, not my…donor.”

“CT-9902 would not have found anything linking you to Kamino, because I erased it,” she stated as calmly as someone commenting on the weather.

You winced, but still your teeth pulled anxiously at your skin. “This is insane,” you told her with a nervous half laugh. “Why are you telling me this? Does Hemlock know?”

“He does not.” Tugging on your lower lip you rocked slightly on the bed. “I fear what he will do to you if he does find out.” Your thoughts were swirling, each breath hitched a fraction in your throat as your eyes lost focus. The man you had been told was your biological father, wasn’t your father at all. He had shared his DNA with the Kaminoans to make Jedi clones. They didn’t survive, none except you.

“Why did I end up with Jango?”

“Master Sifo-Dyas was worried his actions would draw the attention of the Jedi Council or others who might use this information to their advantage. He looked at you like the daughter he could never have, and I let him take you. Hiding you within the Mandalorian community was both a good and bad idea.”

“Why did he leave me behind?” You whispered, not sure if Nala Se would have the answer.

“Jango Fett did what he thought was best for you. With whispers of the growing hostilities, he decided to hide you before he came to Kamino.”

“Ridiculous,” you mumbled, blinking back tears that burned your eyes.

Nala Se leaned forward, her large arms dipping between her folded legs. “You must be cautious. Dr Hemlock is showing more interest in you after the incident with IC-1309 and IC-1262.” Your mind scrambled around, linking the designations to the clones and the fight in the training room.

“What will he do to me?”

“What he does to everyone,” she responded with an air of regret.

“Which is?” You prompted, watching the way she gracefully rose in a single fluid motion.

“Take everything he can from you.”

“W-why did you tell me this? Won’t he know you’re in here talking to me?”

“Dr Hemlock has left the facility,” she explained. “I have told you so you know to hide this part of yourself from him.”

“It’s not something I can control, the visions…” you trailed off, wanting to tell her everything and yet, still not sure if you could trust her. For the millionth time you wished yourself parsecs away, with a bunch of defective clones that had looked after you since they found you.

“I have altered your blood results in an effort to keep what you are, hidden,” she added softly, as though she assumed it would reassure you.

“What is he looking for?”

The Kaminoan regarded you with unblinking, emotionless eyes. “He is working for the Emperor.” You knew this, you weren’t sure how but this information wasn’t new. “I will do whatever is within my power to keep you safe.” You waited a couple of beats before looking back up.

“Nala Se.” She paused facing the door. “Is there a way out of here?”

“No,” she whispered, confirming your worst fears. “Not for us.” You let her go. Frozen on the bed as you tried desperately to stave off the gathering emotion that clawed at your chest, threatening to spill out in waves that had no end. Staggering to the shower, you quickly shed your clothes, diving under the stream of warm water and letting your tears quietly mingle with the drops on your skin.

It was crushing. Realising that, once again, you had no idea about your own past or who you were. Your hands curled against your arms, squeezing you in a hug that you wished was coming from someone else. You tried not to think about them, the Batch. It was agonising not knowing if they were ok, where they were or what they were doing. More than once it had crossed your mind that the Empire might have them.

Your legs gave out, the close walls of your tiny shower barely managing to keep you upright as you slumped onto the floor. Your teeth were chattering, a reaction of shock and stress mixed together while your body tried to muddle its way through. A soft groan left your lips at the tightness in your chest, each breath felt like you were pulling glass into your lungs. This will pass…this will pass…

Logic never prevailed in these moments, sweeping you away on a flood of intrusive thoughts that had you sobbing. The heels of your hands dug into your eyes, trying to press the horrific images of dead clones and empty armour from your mind. You despised the fact you were here, surrounded by everything your friends were fighting to destroy and you couldn’t do anything. Nothing. You were useless. Trapped like a womp rat in a cage with nowhere to turn, the unknown pressing in from all sides.

Your breaths quickened, dark spots danced in your vision and the shower suddenly become suffocating. You didn’t even turn it off, spilling out from the cubicle to lay bare and wet on the floor as you shivered.

This hell was your life now. Who could say for how long.

You waited a few days. Staring at the greys walls in a blissful state of disassociation. You could barely bring yourself to eat, it all tasted like ash in your mouth anyway. Crying did nothing to alleviate the pressure in your mind, so you spent all the time trying to distance yourself from it.

Until the day Scorch came back.

His grey and sunshine yellow armour splashing across your eyes so harshly you had to squint for a moment. Something had changed. His presence felt darker, more threatening and you shrank away from him. “Up.” He demanded harshly through the vocoder. “Move.” The end of his blaster jabbed you in the shoulder and you felt that warm flare of anger spark in your gut. You held onto it, relishing in something that wasn’t lifeless and hollow within you. You quietly followed him down the corridor, eyes drawn to the double doors on your left. You could feel them, bright spots at the edge of your senses, as though they were just beyond your fingertips.

The red glow of the barriers made all the tiny hairs on your body stand on end, an uncomfortable feeling and one you wished would end as quickly as possible. Scorch led you out the other side, turning left this time and leading you to a turbo lift. The doors opened and the light sucking black armour of Niner was revealed, a shadow in the glaring whiteness of the lift. Scorch seemed to hesitate, a swift flare of frustration rose from him but he pushed you into the lift anyway.

Niner’s visor turned to look at you, the blue against the black was unsettling and you wrenched your gaze away to watch the lights on the lift display change. Scorch shifted beside you, seemingly adjusting his position as casually as possible, but then you sensed Niner tense up behind your shoulder. They were communicating within their helmets, much like the Batch could.

The lift glided to a stop and the door opened smoothly. “Move out,” Scorch practically snarled. You went first, stopping after a few paces when you realised you had no idea where to go.

A hand gripped your arm and you yanked yourself free. “Don’t touch me, di’kut.” Niner pulled back his hand, helmet tilting as he regarded you.

“Now where did you learn that word, verd’ika?” Your anger flared at the veiled insult in his tone but Scorch shoved you in the back.

“Enough. Don’t make me change my mind.” He wasn’t looking at you, his helmet facing Niner.

The shadow clad clone retreated a step, a sigh coming through his helmet. “Fine.”

You were still seething, making a note to take Scorch’s blaster and shove it where the sun didn’t shine, when a door a few meters away opened.

His blue eyes were like shards of ice. Now they narrowed, pining you to the spot and your steps ground to a halt. Doctor Hemlock’s presence rolled over your senses like oil slicks over water. Thick and cloying it muted everything, snuffing out your anger and replacing it with fear.

“So good of you to join us.” His voice was like a hydrosnake hissing in your ear. The unspoken threat of his menace, a shadow on every word and it had you wanting to flee in the other direction. “Escort her inside.” Hemlock turned and you had no choice but to follow, looking at the clasped hands behind his back. His black gloved hand flexed, clearly trying to ease some discomfort he suffered from.

The commandos flanked you, Niner on one side and Scorch on the other, giving you nowhere to run. As if you could anyway.

It took you a moment to realise where you were, but when you did, the dread raked forcefully down your spine. A chill permeated the air, filling you with something cold and lifeless that spread down your limbs. The room was larger than you thought, no mist shrouded your surroundings and the red glow was muted to the four large tanks on the edges of the platform. The machines you had seen in your nightmare were huge, not leaving much room to move around. Bulky and intimidating, the nearest one to you had dark stains near the straps and you swallowed down a nervous lump in your throat.

Hemlock looked around, like a man surveying a kingdom, his attention running over the tanks and for the first time you noticed the screens. Each one had a read out for the occupants vitals and your stomach flipped in disgust.

A presence loomed behind you as Niner almost pressed his armoured chest into your back. Clearly an effort to keep you in place. You’d rather take your chances with the commandos than you would the Doctor. His presence was twisted into something dark and ugly, something that screamed at you to run away.

“You have been holding out on me.” Hemlock turned slowly on his heel, his eyes running over the equipment until it finally settled on you. He cradled his gloved hand in the other, a weirdly vulnerable gesture coming from a man who held nothing humane within him.

The ability to speak had fled, Nala Se’s recent revelation about your origins, kept your lips tightly sealed. Trepidation made your insides quiver as he took a threatening step in your direction. He looked almost disappointed when you didn’t respond. “No curiosity?” He asked in that liquid velvet tone. “Where is the fire you brought with you?” He stepped closer, causing your heart to skip a beat and your breath to hitch in fear. He terrified you.

Hemlock hummed quietly in contemplation, so close now, you could taste the rank tang his presence gave you. The lines on his forehead were thrown into sharp relief, tracking like permanent scars across his skin.

“I have spoken to the Emperor, about you.” He spoke softly but you were not in danger of missing a single word. Still you kept your lips pressed together, watching him step even closer to you. You sunk into Niner, hating how the clone was stopping you from leaning away as Hemlock tipped his head towards you, bringing his face uncomfortably close. “He knows what you are.”

You trained your gaze over his shoulder, trying desperately not to react to the whispered words as they ghosted across your throat. “He has been watching you for a while now,” Hemlock continued, turning his face so he could gauge your reaction. “I have been granted permission to bring you to your full potential. I was told how invaluable you would be to our efforts here.”

“I will never help you!” The words were like acid, spilling from you in a rush. You were breathless, struggling to fill your lungs with air that didn’t make you choke.

“There she is,” he murmured, drawing close enough to brush his nose along your cheek for a brief second. When he stepped back you were helpless against the power of his clear blue eyes, reluctantly magnetising your own to them. He gave the smallest smile but it did nothing to soften the severe features of his face. “I apologise, for giving you the assumption, that you had a choice.” His gaze drifted and firm hands closed around your arms before you felt their intention to grab you.

Instantly you reacted, heaving your body in the hope one of the clones would lessen their grip, but it felt like you were fighting statues. They were rigid, their hold on you like beskar cuffs. Hemlock watched with a sick satisfaction in his expression, allowing you the illusion you could fight, when in fact you were as helpless as a babe. You tried to find something on the smooth floor to dig your heels into when the commandos moved you to stand beside one of the massive machines. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you eyed it, hoping your intuition was wrong.

“Do you know what these do?” Hemlock asked you, his tone mild and conversational. Again, you refused to answer. Blowing an exhale through your nose and glaring at him with as much hatred as you could muster. “This machine has the potential to reshape an individual, to wipe the slate clean, so to speak.”

A dull memory surfaced, one of a clone in a box. He had no name, no designation…he had been wiped clean. You tried again to shake off Scorch and Niner, even though your exhaustion was growing. You refused to be erased. To have your memory wiped until you couldn’t remember anything except what Hemlock told you. To lose what little shreds you had of yourself; the brief months of happiness with the Batch, with Tech, was soul wrenching. Tears teased the corners of your eyes and a small whimper broke free as you squirmed.

“You know what that means.” He looked pleased at your reaction.

“You can’t do this!” The smile that toyed with his lips became crueler.

“But I can. No one can stop me.” He backed away, curling his hands behind him as the triumph gleamed in his eyes. He gave a nod to the clones before turning away and some tether of anger forced you to speak.

“You are just another monster, in a long line of monsters,” you shouted. “Whatever you do to me, will not break me.” Hemlock’s shoulders flexed slightly, his hands gripped each other and you thought he was going to continue walking away.

He turned, a deep lined frown marked his brow, his eyes were so intense they almost glowed as they burned into you. He stepped forward and you automatically tried to shrink away, but Scorch and Niner still had a firm grip on your arms.

Hemlock sighed, heavily. The heat of his gaze tracked over your features, making you more nervous the longer he scrutinised you.

“I admire your sentiment,” he spoke softly, reaching out to run his fingers along the tense edge of your jaw. You jerked away, revolted by the feel of skin on yours, but he snatched at your chin with a bruising grip. “But you have never faced a monster, quite like me.” The volume of his voice did not changed but his words became harder, losing the pillowed edge he usually softened them with. “And, I can assure you…” he sucked in a breath, revelling in how helpless you were against him. “You will break.” His fingers pressed painfully into your cheeks, forcing your jaw to open. He watched you try to fight his grip, gaze trained on your mouth, a faint curl lifted his lip when he succeeded in causing enough pressure so you had to comply. “See?” Hemlock’s velvet tone teased your ears. “No one goes against me…” his eyes locked with yours. “And wins.”

The Doctor finally released your face, the sting in your cheeks a hateful reminder of how helpless he made you feel. “Put her in.”

Your body reacted. You had no idea what you were saying, words spilled forcefully from your mouth. Your feet left the floor, kicking and hitting whatever you could reach, but it did no good. You were pleased to hear Scorch grunt with exertion while he fought your legs into the bindings. Niner had a harder time with your arms as you arched your back and tried to find purchase on his armour with your fingers.

“Hu’tunn!” You screamed, spitting at Niner. You were too worked up to notice he froze beside you, or the way Scorch looked at him from the bottom of the machine. “Ni’duraa!” The bindings rattled with every jerk you gave, ignoring the pain as they lashed tightly against your skin. The tangy smell of blood reached your nostrils but you didn’t care. You just wanted out of this machine.

“A fascinating display,” Hemlock murmured. His soft voice cutting through the screaming chaos in your mind. Your entire body was pounding with each frightened pulse in your chest. Being restrained like this — trapped with no way of getting out — made your panic a living, breathing creature. One you thought you had left behind.

“Please,” you whispered through dry lips, eyes searching for Niner’s visor. Hemlock followed your gaze, his glacial eyes narrowing for a moment.

“You will remain here until you give me what I want.”

Your arms were still moving, shifting and slicing your skin on the restraints. Tears slid out of your eyes, wetting the inside of your ears.

“What do you want from me?” You cried out to Hemlock, desperate to be free while hating how pathetic you sounded.

He smirked, bending at the waist to lean over you slightly. “I want complete control over you.” Hemlock reached in, pressing his thumb in the middle of your forehead. “You have something hidden inside you that I want, a gift you will not acknowledge.” You tried not to sob, grinding your teeth against the urge to wail, ignoring the pain he was creating in your head. “You have secrets,” he breathed, clearly enjoying the reaction he was getting from you. “And they will belong to me, eventually.” You hiccuped quietly, eyes fluttering as the pressure between them vanished and he straightened. “Proceed.”

The machine hummed to life, causing your muscles to tense as you readied yourself for what was to come.

But no amount of bracing could stop the searing agony that ripped through your body, and stole who you were.

[icarusignite]

An Eye for an Eye (part 4)

parts: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /  5 / 6 / 7/ Future parts: MASTERLIST

A/N: Pretty angsty again. I promise we will get more angry badass Daenys soon, Right now she’s just grieving and going slightly insane.

Warnings: mentions of self harm, blood and scars.

Word Count: 1555

It had been four days since Aemond had last seen Daenys. Four days since the letter and their last great argument. He had to admit to himself that he had been terribly insensitive. He told his wife that none of the other ladies in court wanted to marry him because of his eye. His very own wife. The woman who had chosen to marry him, the woman who had always chosen him. How would that have made her feel? Aemond was waiting for a chance to see her again, to apologize for being so awful, but he never saw her. She refused to step out of her room and didn't even let any of her ladies-in-waiting inside. Every night Aemond opened her door a crack to check in on her. He watched her twist and turn fitfully in her sleep and sometimes cry. He could not bring himself to approach her though, he knew his presence would only make it worse. Tonight was like no other, but as he made his way over to her room he heard a commotion. There seemed to be hysterical screaming coming from inside and Aemond rushed in.

"What is going on here, it is late, people are trying to rest!" he exclaimed.

"My prince, the princess has gone insane. She has lost all reason," wailed one of her handmaidens, Lyra.

It was then that Aemond noticed the three girls who were trying to wrestle Daenys away from the open window. It was their screams that caused the ruckus he had heard earlier, as they begged Daenys to step back. Daenys on the other hand surged her way forward, as though trying to leap from the window. Aemond's pulse skipped. What was wrong with her? He told the maids to step away and they all fearfully took a step back. As if seeing her chance, Daenys's arms hooked around the window sill and just as she was about to launch herself out, she was pulled back. Aemond wrapped an arm securely around her waist and hauled her, pressing her against his chest as she thrashed in his arms. Her hands reached up to claw at herself and Aemond struggled to wrench her fingers away from her own throat.

"What is wrong with her?" Armond pressed his hand against her face and immediately pulled away as if burned. "And why is she so warm? She is burning up!"

"We do not know what to do. She hasn't let anyone see her in 4 days and she refuses to eat or drink anything. The queen sent us to check up on her tonight and we found her like that," tears streamed down the tears of one of the younger handmaidens.

Aemond finally turned towards his wife and was promptly horrified. She was no longer squirming but now she slumped lifeless as her eyes stared straight ahead. Her arms though, her arms held the true horror. They were lined with deep bleeding welts as if she had tried to claw her own skin off. Even her throat bore the same fingernail scratches. And then there were the deeper cuts that Aemond imagined could only have been made by a weapon of some sort. She was muttering something quietly and Aemond brought his head closer to hear better.

"Silverwing. I called Silverwing. She's going to take me home. I wanna go home."

"The princess is delirious from her fever. She has been calling out for her dragon repeatedly," Lyra's eyes were downcasted as she added, "I know it isn't my place but perhaps it would do her well to go home for a little while."

Aemond's patience was running thin.

"Yes, you are right. It isn't your place. Bring me something to clean her up with and leave. All of you," he snapped.

As the girls hurried out of the room, Aemond gently lifted Daenys into his arms and settled her on the bed. He got to work cleaning her wounds, wincing every time he found a new bruise or injury. Daenys herself remained listless, staring straight ahead with clouded eyes. Lyra was right, she must have been barely conscious, with her fever running so high. She'd never allow him near her if she were not. There were an endless number of bruises to wrap up and when he was done with her arms, he moved to her throat, but the moment he did so, she grabbed his hand. He went still, not wanting to scare her, but when he looked into her eyes, they were unfocused. She didn't even seem to recognize him.

"Aemond..." she whispered softly.

So perhaps she did recognize him. Then maybe she had forgotten who exactly he was then. Forgotten what he had done.

"Aemond I want to go home. Please let me go home. Let Silverwing come to me. Please," she pleaded, her voice hoarse from all the screaming earlier and the gashes on her throat.

"Shhh my love, do not speak, let me take care of you," Aemond pressed a kiss to her forehead before carefully bandaging her neck.

He chose to ignore her pleas of returning to Dragonstone. She would not be allowed to leave. He knew that. And even if he were to let her go, he did not know if she'd ever come back, and a selfish part of him wanted to keep her with him forever. He wondered if he'd truly never be able to let her go, even when staying meant killing her. It was clearly killing her now. She didn't eat, she barely slept, and she had started to hurt herself in her grief. Aemond did not know how long she would last like this, but he knew Otto and his mother would never let her go. Aemond knew he had started a war with the death of Lucerys, but he wondered how much wrath he'd incur from Rhaenyra if he cost her Daenys as well, her firstborn, her only daughter. He'd take care of her, he vowed. He would not let her hurt herself anymore; she could not die. He would not allow it.

Daenys stirred in his arms, a timid whimper escaping her lips as he shushed her again. Instead, it only made her start crying, burying her face in his chest. Aemond wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. It reminded him of better times, when she would seek comfort in him, when he was not the source of her pain. Aemond didn't know how long he sat there, cradling her in his lap, wanting to savour each moment because he knew once her fever cleared, she would go back to hating him.

"Aemond."

"Yes, my love?"

"I really need to go home."

"Daenys..." he warned lightly.

"No," she insisted, "it is important. It will be Luke's name day soon. I must go home. What with the boys' engagements as well, there will be so much to do."

She paused for a minute and frowned. Aemond waited for her to remember, for the crying to start again but her brows only wrinkled further as she started babbling about how she did not know what present to get him and how she would help her mother prepare for her brothers' weddings. He truly worried for her now, she had driven herself to the brink of insanity. Whether it was truly the illness talking or she had somehow deluded herself into thinking all was well, he did not know. Eventually, she stopped her mumbling and simply looked at him, something akin to wonder in her eyes.

"You're going to leave aren't you?"

"Leave? Why would I go?" Aemond responded hesitantly.

"You love your brother and I love my mother. I have heard what the people say, so one day you will have to leave. It makes me sad. Sometimes I start to miss you before you are even gone."

Aemond brought her face a hairsbreadth from his.

"I won't leave. I promise I will never leave," he declared fiercely.

"And be nicer to my brothers. They are only children. They will come to adore you like I do, if you only try a little," she smiled as though she was in a dream. Aemond couldn't tell, maybe she really was.

"Yes I will try," he looked away from her guiltily but fed into her delusion all the same.

Daenys brought her hands to cup his face before slowly, she took off his eyepatch. Aemond sucked in a sharp breath as she pulled impossibly closer. When she placed a feathered kiss on the scarred skin under his sapphire eye, his entire world collapsed in on itself, the only feeling that of her lips on his skin. The blue stone in his eye twinkled in the dim firelight as tears welled in his uninjured eye. He wished this was real. With everything in his entire being, he wished this was real. He wished he had never gone to negotiate with Lord Borros Baratheon. Whether he would lose her to the war he had inevitably begun or to herself and the madness he saw in her eyes, he would lose her all the same. He hugged her close and sobbed into her hair, mourning her loss even as he held her still breathing form in his arms. Even as she stroked his head and murmured loving nonsense in his ear when he fell apart in her arms.

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[biblio-smia]

blood runs thicker than water — one.

first series!!! woooo!!! this will be an eventual ethan landry x reader but will start with scream 5 because i wanted to set up the reader as part of everything from the beginning — i hope you dont get too bored agkngjsk

masterlist | requests are open!

pairing: eventual ethan landry x reader

warnings: mentions of substance abuse/alcoholism, brief mentions of violence.

[one.] [two.]

You were eight years old when your parents give you the Talk.

They sat you down with grim looks and tense statures that made your small fingers fiddle with your shirt.

Your eyes dulled in fear and the nerves in your body could barely be contained; the feeling that you did something to cause this, to upset your parents was unshakable and your eyes watered before they even began.

Your parents exchanged a glance and then your mother's voice spoke — the quietest you'd ever heard her — and the small world you lived in began spinning out of control.

When you were twelve years old, your family picked up and moved from the suffocating city of Woodsboro to New York City. The attempt to run away failed and within months you were back.

There was no one to miss you when you left and no one to celebrate your return. The city was small but your circle was smaller, the change in you after that day when you were eight changing your friendships, too. The house and the white picket fence could not hide the innate differences between you and every other child in Woodsboro and while many tried to look past them, you could not. A piece of you died that day, innocence about the world gone with it.

When you were thirteen, your father come home — to the trailer you now lived in — drunk out of his mind.

And you spoke to him, asking him the questions he always danced around with avoidant eyes and clammy hands as he changed the topic. Maybe it was awful, but you were a fresh teenager who had to google how to take care of a drunk person at four in the morning.

It was that day you found out you were an accident and the weight of the truth never left you. It was a truth that only solidified your beliefs created over the years as you watched the love in your parents' marriage fizzle out.

Their relationship had been built on a shared, life-altering experience, broken down, and built up again on the same premise. And then, they were held together by something much bigger than that; you. But you were a mistake your parents never meant to make and were either too afraid or not afraid enough to take back. Their worries had eased over the years and they no longer lived shrouded in fear. Your existence defied the odds and your parents put their faith in the low chance of your birth meaning something; a sign to begin something new with the lives they had been graciously given.

Though, as you got older, the looks of love and adoration towards each other slowly became ones of resentment and anger. Your mother dreamed of more and your father, no matter how hard he tried, could not give it to her. But the raised voices and the arguments could not be hidden from you and wordless blame sat on your shoulders each time; you could tell by the look in their eyes they were only together because of you.

So when your parents had decided to divorce, you were relieved. Maybe they would finally search for their own happiness and the burden of preventing it would be lifted from your shoulders.

You had reached a year back in Woodsboro and your mother was desperate to see you. Thus began the arrangements for you to fly out to New York each summer — which worked until the summer you were fifteen, when your mother became so busy she rarely saw you. Your trips became shorter and shorter until you did not see your mother at all and spent your days travelling into the city.

High school began with stares and whispers beginning the first day. People talked and rumors floated as you entered the school that produced the original killers and a few of their successors. The comments grew worse as you neared the age of the killers, but none were ever made to your face. People knew who your parents were and those who didn't care learned to.

However, your progression through high school didn't come without a looming fear of danger. It was one you would never admit to your parents, who, that day, prepared you on what to do in the case of a Ghostface attack as if it were a commonplace emergency like fires or break ins. You’d reassure them that the attacks were over; yet you engraved their advice in your memory, the hint of paranoia taking over.

Time passed by and with the changing of the seasons came the start of senior year. The color of the world changed you along with it. Dull colors of dead leaves sparked a childish joy in you, bright smiles and increased energy making your dad suspicious and teasing. Something had changed, not caused by any particular event. The wilting of old leaves promised a fresh start for you and your father; you were sure of it.

Perhaps the last year of high school made you care-free, encouraging you to step out of your shell and make your life worth living for once. Maybe you'd finally realized that being alive was a gift, the jar of your aunt's ashes and the scars littering your father's body a constant reminder.

There was a skip in your step on the way to school and an aura surrounding you, warm and inviting even to strangers.

And then, the light went out.

Your father had his issues and his way of dealing with them. You would never understand the former, so you never questioned the latter — but September was always a hard month. Your father had his episodes but he always pulled himself together for you. But now, alcohol was used as a crutch and any optimism you had for your future disappeared as the bottles of liquor drained. The nights he'd come home drunk became more and more often, leaving you to take care of him each time. And though he had good days and bad ones, he never hurt you. He never raised his voice or got angry.

You found him one night, coffee table flipped over in the small space the two of you shared, laying in a puddle of his own vomit. He was sobbing so hard he'd woken you up.  He was muttering something over and over, choked out so roughly you could barely understand him.

"I'm sorry."

His tone haunted you, bringing goosebumps to the surface of your skin and tears to your eyes. Yet you cleaned the mess your father sat in and guided him to bed as he reached unconsciousness, pressing a shaky kiss to his forehead. The two of you never spoke of the incident and you weren't sure if he didn't remember or if he didn't want to remember.

But that night pulled you out of your daydreams; you had no choice but to grow up from any childish fantasies you once thought you could live in.

「 … 」

The Woodsboro High halls were filled with hushed whispers and disapproving looks from teachers that made your skin crawl. The tension in the air made your heart beat a little quicker, waiting for the right words to float by you.

The moment came in your psychology class when an empty desk and lack of response during attendance made the room mutter, half in excitement and half in pity.

"Didn't you hear? Tara's in the hospital. She got stabbed, like, a million times."

You froze. Your stomach churned unfavorably at the poorly whispered words and an alarm in your head went off. There was no confirmation, but there was speculation; Woodsboro seemed to be due for another Ghostface attack. But it didn't make sense. All the previous Ghostface killers were mainly tied through blood relations and as far as you knew, all family members of the previous killers were dead. But the fans... they would always have fans.

You didn't know Tara personally but you knew her circle of friends because it was impossible not to. As you left school with the announcement that classes would be canceled trailing behind you, you couldn't help but stop and stare at the table where Tara's friends sat. If it was Ghostface again, it had to be one of them.

You came home that day expecting information from your dad. If your suspicions were correct, he had to let you know. Despite his retirement, he had been Sheriff. He had been attacked by Ghostface. Four times. If anyone in this town knew the truth, it should've been him.

An empty fridge save for condiments greeted you, forcing you to eat instant noodles for the fifth time that week. You headed straight to the couch with a groan. Silence engulfed you for hours, leaving you alone with nothing but your thoughts. They were suffocating.

The mere idea of the return of Ghostface left you haunted, sitting there with an empty ache in your chest. Your mind traced every possibility of what could follow, a shudder passing through your body as your imagination wandered. Your hands rubbed shakily against your thighs as you tried to grasp back onto reality, pulling yourself out of outcomes you couldn't predict. But with a nod of your head came a silent decision; you would stay by your father's side, no matter what.

The sky behind you darkened, orange hues turning black through the small gap between the blinds. Sleep helped you pass the time. Next to you, your phone buzzed in an attempt to notify you of an incoming call, vibrating until it fell off the edge of the coffee table. It wasn’t enough to wake you; you remained uninterrupted until your eyes blinked open at the sound of the door of your home squeaking open. Your father was home, you realized groggily. Too late — your father had gotten a call and left once more, before you could break the haze of your sleep.

It wasn't until later, once you had rubbed the tiredness out of your eyes, that you realized what the voice over the phone told him.

The stabbing of Tara Carpenter did not strike you as a coincidence. Your dad knew it wasn't a coincidence; but he didn't want to admit it, so he got a drink and pretended it wasn't happening.

You waited on the couch as the hours of the night crept on, the hint of a headache threatening to take over if you didn't get proper rest soon. You slipped in and out of unconsciousness with your body in an uncomfortable position. With a developing stiffness in your neck and a far-fetched dream contained in your mind, Dewey Riley entered your home with a grim look and a developing bruise decorating his face.

[atomicladytimetravel]

If It’s Wrong, I Don’t Want to be Right Part 5 - The “L” Word

Summary: Joel accidentally confesses something; two strange men come to Jackson.

This part contains smut. 18+ ONLY, MDNI. Oral (f receiving) squirting, soft!Joel

Word count: 2,751

You could hardly move your legs as the infected advanced on you. It felt like there were weights tied to your ankles. Running was impossible. You whipped around and tried to raise your gun but it was too heavy. It was then that you recognized the faces of the infected rushing towards you. It shouldn’t be possible - you had shot them all to ensure this didn’t happen to them. Looking back at you were the faces of your friends, the ones you had lost right before coming to Jackson. Their eyes were filled with bitter resentment, silently blaming you for their predicament.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I tried. I tried so hard.”

They began to attack one by one. You were knocked to the ground and you screamed and thrashed, begging for their forgiveness as their teeth sunk into your flesh.

“Hey!” one of them said in a perfect imitation of Joel’s voice.

“Hey!” you heard it again, but this time your eyes shot open to see Joel leaning over you. Concern was etched on his features. Relief flooded your body when you realized you had been dreaming. You thought you were done with the nightmares; it had been at least a month since the last one.

“Are you okay?” Joel asked. “You were thrashing around and making a lot of noise.”

“Yeah, sorry. Just a bad dream,” you mumbled, rubbing your forehead. You bit your lip and tried to control the overwhelming urge to cry. It didn’t work. A tear slid down your cheek and you let out a choked sob, your hand sliding down over your eyes in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry,” you blubbered through your tears. “You don’t have to stay and watch me cry.”

You felt his weight shift on the bed and for a second, you thought he might actually leave. He pulled you to his chest instead and pressed a soothing kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you. He stroked your hair while you sobbed into his chest. All the guilt and sadness you’d kept pent up for the last several months came flooding out with your tears.

“Tell me about it,” he coaxed gently once your sobs turned to sniffles. You took a few moments to compose yourself before speaking.

“A few days before you and Tommy found me, the group I was with was attacked by some infected. I tried to save them, but they weren’t strong fighters and they all got bitten. I…I had to kill all of them. It’s been over a month since I’ve dreamed about them. I thought it was over.” Your bottom lip trembled again.

“I miss them Joel,” you whispered. “We were like family.”

He rubbed your back in soothing circles but didn’t offer any words of comfort. He was quiet for a long time while he held you tightly to him.

“I know how you feel,” he finally said. “I lost my daughter on day one.”

Your head snapped up and you met his eyes; they were wet with tears but none had fallen yet.

“Your daughter?” You never considered Joel having family other than Tommy. He nodded.

“Her name was Sarah. She was only fourteen,” he continued sadly. “We were with Tommy trying to escape the chaos. An officer stopped us and took a shot because he thought maybe we were infected. I tried to get out of the way but he got her right in the abdomen. She…she died in my arms.” His voice cracked and a tear finally slid down his cheek; you reached up and wiped it away.

“Joel…I’m so sorry,” you said quietly. You didn’t know what else to say.

“It’s been twenty-three years and I still miss her.” Fresh tears were falling down his face. You were shocked; you’d never seen Joel this way before and you weren’t really sure how to react, not wanting to upset him further.

“Of course you do Joel. She was your daughter. It’s okay to miss her. I bet you were the best dad.”

He gave you a weak smile.

“I tried. It wasn’t easy being a single dad but I had good neighbors and Tommy helped a lot.” His voice was stronger and he wiped the tears away with the palms of his hands.

“What happened to her mom?” you asked tentatively.

“She split when Sarah was a baby.”

“Wow…” You really didn’t know what else to say. You decided to try lightening the mood. “Personally, I would’ve stayed for the dick.”

He laughed - a genuine laugh came from his chest and actually reached his eyes. You laughed with him, the anxiety from your nightmare fading away.

“You like that huh?” he grinned.

“Your dick? Nah, I just keep fuckin you ‘cause I’m bored,” you teased.

“Such a brat,” he said playfully, shaking his head. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Anything you want,” you whispered, lips to his ear. You pressed a soft kiss behind his earlobe.

“Anything huh? What if I wanted to eat you out until you were begging me to stop?” he asked, his hand slowly trailing up your body. You tingled everywhere he touched, the sensation making you wet.

“I say go for it.”

He threw the covers off to expose your bare body - neither of you had bothered to get dressed from the night before. He kissed each of your breasts before sucking your nipples.

“You’re so pretty,” he whispered as he peppered kisses down your body. He settled onto his knees and spread your legs open. He kissed the inside of your left thigh, his beard lightly scratching your skin. He brushed his nose over your mound before pressing a kiss to your right thigh.

“Joel…,” you whined, lifting your hips slightly.

“What baby?” He smiled up at you innocently. Baby. He’d never called you baby before. It felt so personal, so intimate. It made you want him even more.

“Please…I need you to touch me.”

“Like this?” he teased before using the very tip of his tongue to kitten lick your clit.

“Mmm, fuck,” you sighed. It was enough sensation so that you felt some relief but not enough to get you where you needed to be.

“Oh shit!” you cried out when he sucked your clit in his mouth. Your fingers threaded through his hair and you bucked your hips. “Fuck you eat me so good.”

The comment spurred him on and he buried his face in your pussy. His tongue prodded your hole before swiping up to your clit; he repeated this several times until you were cumming and squeezing his head with your thighs. You were practically crawling up the wall behind the bed by your fifth orgasm in a row. You were by no means finished with him yet, but you needed to breathe.

“Kiss me,” you panted. He put his hands on either side of your head and kissed you softly.

“You ready for me to stop baby?” he smirked.

“Only if you’re gonna put your cock in me,” you quipped.

“God you’re so dirty; I fuckin love you.”

You both froze. He looked at you with a panicked expression. Did he just…?

“I’m sorry, that was stupid, I -,” he started quickly, but you put your finger on his lips.

“Do you really?” you asked, your voice coming out in a whisper. He stared at you for a moment as he tried to decide how you would respond if he was honest.

“Yeah,” he finally said, albeit nervously. “It scares the absolute shit out of me but yeah…I do.”

You grinned wider than you’d ever grinned before.

“I love you, too.”

Relief passed over his face and he kissed you again. This kiss was deep and passionate. He grabbed your leg and hooked it on his waist before sliding into you. He kept a tight grip on your thigh as he thrust slowly.

“Love the way you feel baby. So fucking wet and tight f’me,” he groaned. He put your leg over his shoulder and pushed himself to the hilt.

“Oh god, Joel,” you moaned. “Fuck that feels so good.”

He kissed your calf lovingly, looking into your eyes as he fucked you.

“You’re so beautiful. Look at my baby, doing so good f’me.” It was like having sex with a different person. He looked like Joel, sounded like Joel, but this Joel was in love with you. His praise and adoration made you want him that much more.

“H-harder baby,” you whimpered.

“Yeah, I know you like it rough baby girl. Let me fuck you like this for a little bit longer and I’ll give you what you want,” he promised. His thrusts were slow and intentional. He reached down and grabbed your tit, kneading the flesh in his hand and swiping his thumb over your nipple. When he thrust particularly hard, you covered your mouth to muffle the shout that came off your lips. It was morning and people were bound to be milling around outside. To your surprise, Joel moved your hand away.

“Let ‘em hear you, I don’t care. Let ‘em know whose pussy this is.” He began to thrust hard and fast, his hand coming down to toy with your clit.

“Oh fuck Joel, just like that,” you panted.“Please don’t stop, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Don’t worry baby, I got you. Cum for me sweet thing, let me see it,” he urged. You let out a strangled cry as you started to cum. You pushed his chest and he pulled out, watching with smug satisfaction as you squirted a fountain. He pushed both legs over your head and slid back in, pounding into you relentlessly.

“Give me one more baby girl. Doing so good,” he grunted. The new angle at which he was drilling you caused his dick to brush against your g-spot with every thrust. You were on the verge of overstimulation.

“T-too much,” you whimpered. “I’m so sensitive.”

“I know you’ve got one more in you,” he cooed. “Let me have it baby.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you whined. “So fucking deep in my pussy.”

“That’s right baby girl, take my cock.”

“‘m gonna cum again,” you breathed.

“Yes baby, cum for me. Wanna see you explode,” he murmured. He was pounding into you relentlessly and by the look on his face, he was close himself. You came around him with a shout of his name and he pulled out so he could watch the spray. He wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked himself while your orgasm coated his lower half. You put your shaking legs down on the mattress and Joel painted your chest and belly with his cum.

“Fuck,” he panted. He flopped down beside you on the bed and you turned your body to face him.

“So you really love me huh?” you smiled. He chuckled.

“After that nut, I think I love you even more.”

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After finding out that you and Joel could tolerate one another, Tommy started pairing you together for patrol more often. After spending the morning rolling in the sheets, you both showered and got ready for your afternoon patrol shift.

Joel didn’t bother sneaking out of your house this time. He walked out the front door behind you and a couple of people that were in the vicinity shot confused looks at the two of you. Confusion turned to pure shock as Joel grabbed your hand and interlocked your fingers with his. You ignored the double takes and whispers as you continued walking towards the stables. You and Joel were certainly going to be the talk of the town.

“Did you see the looks on those people’s faces?” you laughed when you got settled at the patrol station. Joel grinned at your amusement.

“Yeah we got ‘em talkin’ for sure,” he replied. “Old grumpy Joel with the town’s most beautiful woman.”

“Pfft, maybe you think that.”

He shot you a quizzical look.

“Darlin’, everybody thinks that. I’ve almost given us away more times than I can count because I wanted to punch some guy for talkin’ about what they’d do if you were theirs.”

“Well this is news to me,” you giggled. “Plenty of women want what I’ve got too.”

“Right,” he scoffed.

“You might be unapproachable but you are hot,” you teased. He glanced at you sideways and you saw a smile tugging at his lips.

“I bet you were a ladies’ man before huh?”

He shook his head, “Ha, hardly. I was a single father. Didn’t have much time to be Casanova.”

“What did you do before?” you asked.

“Construction.”

You closed your eyes and pictured a younger Joel, hair and beard all solid brown. You pictured him shirtless and all sweaty from working at a construction site.

“What’re you doing?”

“Picturing you as a young construction worker. I’d definitely let young Joel ruin my life.” You opened your eyes and looked at him and the two of you burst into laughter.

“Think you could settle for old Joel?” he asked. You gave him a big smile.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The next couple of hours passed uneventfully. While you and Joel were talking, you caught a glimpse of two people walking towards you.

“Joel.” You nudged him and nodded your head in the direction of the figures walking in the distance. He stopped talking and followed your gaze.

“Stay here. Let ‘em get closer,” he said. You obeyed and watched as the pair advanced on the two of you.

“Stop right there,” Joel called when they were maybe fifty feet away. The two of you raised your guns in unison and the men raised their hands.

“We don’t want trouble,” one of them said. “Just passing through. Know of anywhere we can get food and water? Not much out here.”

You exchanged glances with Joel. They didn’t look sick, but something about them made you wary.

“You been bitten or anything?” you asked. They both shook their heads.

“Go get Tommy and the dog,” Joel instructed you. “I’ll stay here.”

You rode back to Jackson and came back with Tommy and his dog, Shiloh. Shiloh was trained to smell the infection. He sniffed the newcomers and when he didn’t give the signal, it was decided they were safe.

“What are your names and where were you going?” Tommy asked. The guy who had been doing all the talking spoke.

“My name is Gil and this,” he gestured with his thumb to his companion, “is Dirk. We’re mostly looking for food and water for now. We’re on our way back to our community.”

“Well, we can help with that. Follow me,” Tommy said. He lead them towards Jackson and you looked at Joel. He looked as uneasy as you felt.

“I don’t trust them,” you muttered. “Something about them…I dunno.”

“I know what you mean. I don’t have a good feeling either,” Joel agreed.

When you got back to town and stepped into the Tipsy Bison, the place quieted down as everyone stared at Jackson’s newest couple.

“Yeah yeah, Joel and I are together. Big deal,” you huffed, rolling your eyes. Everyone took the hint and resumed whatever they had been doing before. You found Tommy at one of the tables and joined him.

“So what’s up with the new guys?” you asked.

“We gave ‘em some food and water and a place to rest for the night. They’ll be on their way tomorrow,” Tommy replied.

“Yeah well, the sooner the better,” Joel said. “Don’t like those two.”

“You don’t like anybody,” Tommy laughed. “Except your new girlfriend apparently. You two are all anyone’s been talking about.”

“Great,” Joel muttered.

“Don’t worry about it Joel. They’ll get used to it,” you assured him, patting his knee. You yawned and stood up, tugging on Joel’s flannel. “C’mon, I need a nap.”

Joel stood with you and followed you outside.

“Want to sleep at my house? I know your bed is covered in dry cum,” he smirked.

“Your house it is then,” you chuckled.

“Hey, why don’t we move you into my house?” he suggested. Then he looked at you sheepishly. “Is that too fast?”

You smiled and shook your head.

“No, I’d love to do that.”

“Good,” he grinned. “We’ll do that tomorrow.”

You fell into bed and snuggled next to Joel, both of you blissfully unaware that tomorrow, moving house would be the least of your worries.

[2dmenenthusiast]

Last Night on Earth Pt.5

(Ethan Winters x Gn!Reader)

part 5 babeyyyy. Lemme know what y'all think!

Also quick note, I did change Ming's name to Lee because I thought the name fit her better.

Warnings/other info: description of injury, minor character death

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Pt. 8 Pt. 9

There was a strong ringing in your ears, the voices of your fellow comrades muffled, as well as the firing of ammunition that was deadly close to you.

“Baker! Baker!!”

You shook your head to get rid of the noise, and glanced at Harding. Concern filled his eyes, and you gestured to him that you were okay.

“Baker! Harding! What’s your guy's position?!”

Lee’s voice crackled from your radio, and you ducked back into cover to respond.

“We’re pinned down. You got an opening out there?”

“I could carve a path to you, provide help.”

Harding spoke into his radio. “Negative, Lee! You’ll get yourself killed!”

“And you guys will die without my help!”

You groaned, peeking out of cover again and immediately moving back when bullets came flying your way. Fuck, you were completely screwed in this position. Harding was already injured, having taken a bullet in the shoulder, and there were way too many enemies for just the two of you to handle.

Harding put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed. “You go get Lee. I’ll radio for bravo to come help.”

You immediately shook your head. “We don’t even know if they’re alive! They haven’t made contact with us since we landed.”

“We have to do something!”

He huffed, reaching out and clasping your hand in his. He held it so tight it almost hurt, the look in his eyes intense. You knew. Everything in you denied it, but you knew.

“Neither of us are gonna make it if we���re stuck here. Go. I’ve got your back.”

With a determined nod, you gave Harding’s hand one last squeeze, and ran out of cover as soon as he started shooting. Your boots skidded against the dirt with each sharp corner you took, bullets following your path and your heart jumping into your throat. When you finally made it behind sufficient cover, you made sure to stay down the rest of your way to Lee, only ducking out when you were certain you could get a shot out unharmed.

“Lee!”

Her short, black hair whipped at her face when she turned to look at you, clearly relieved to see your face. You crouched down beside her.

“Alright, from this position, I think we can take out most of them and get Harding out of there—”

The sound of an explosion cut you off, and you glanced out of cover to see the field you were previously in engulfed in flames.

No…

“Harding—!”

Something zipped past, followed by squelching, and Lee’s body fell to the ground, her face torn up from the bullet that went through it.

Everything around you went silent. Your brain tuned out the gunfire, the shouting. The only thing you could hear was the rapid beating of your own heart, pounding in your ears. Reaching forward, your hand found Lee’s vest, subconsciously feeling for a pulse. You didn’t even see the grenade someone had thrown just beyond your cover, the stone wall exploding to pieces. Your body went rolling, and a large piece of stone slammed down on your thigh. You screamed, from the physical pain, or from losing your friends, you didn’t know. Maybe it was a combination of both. The only thing you knew was that you couldn’t move. And the last thing you saw was a member of bravo before darkness overtook your vision, all the noise fading out into nothing.

***

“Fuck, I think some of that thing’s vomit got on my clothes,” you said, grimacing as you tried to wipe it off your sleeve.

“Well don’t touch it.”

“Thank you, I was gonna eat it next.”

Ethan sighed, clearly not amused by your sarcasm. You gave him a grin and took note of the bags under his eyes. He was tired. You both were, in more ways than one. You keep telling yourself that it’s almost over, and you want to believe that. But there’s a part of you that can’t fathom it, can’t rationalize it. Maybe it’s the fact that Zoe’s trapped somewhere you don’t know that’s making you feel a little hopeless. You have no idea if Lucas plans on killing her or not. He’s so fucking unpredictable, all you can do is pray to anything and everything that he spares her.

Your gaze remains on the man next to you, and you wonder if he feels the same way you do. You know he doesn’t. He’s as determined as when he first got here. After everything you’ve both been through, there hasn’t been an ounce of doubt he’s verbalized or expressed, no talk of regret or hopelessness. You were strong, sure, but Ethan was so much stronger.

You repeated the code you found on a corpse in your head over and over again so that you didn’t forget it, saying it out loud as you entered it into the keypad. The light above it turned green, and you turned to Ethan with a thumbs up.

Finally, something somewhat favorable happened to you.

But, as soon as you went to push on the door, you were blessed (cursed) with your brother’s beautiful (grating) voice again.

“Yo, this is a test of skill. So no cheatin’. That shit you’re carrying— get rid of it.”

You pressed your lips together and raised your gun, letting out a shaky breath.

“What if I just—”

“Don’t.” Ethan pushed your arm down, giving you a disapproving look. “Let’s just do what he says.”

Letting out a dramatic groan, you stripped yourself of your weapons and gear and threw them into a storage container, Ethan doing the same.

“I literally cannot wait to murder that slimy asshole.”

Ethan sighed. “I know.”

The door squeaked open as you entered the room, and the lights immediately shut off, leaving you in pitch black darkness. The only source of light came from a singular lit candle in the hand of a clown statue, which didn’t at all give you the heebie-jeebies. You made a disgusted sound when Ethan took the candle.

“Not fond of clowns either?”

“Um, I’m not fond of anything that puts on ridiculous makeup and harasses me with a horn while trying to make me balloon animals.”

“You got another example?”

“Yeah, my first foster father.”

He scoffed and moved further into the dark space, trying to illuminate his way with the limited light the small candle provided. You tried to watch out for any traps, but, you know, it’s a little difficult when you can’t fucking see anything. Ethan stepped through the threshold of the next room, and you heard a weird sound and the candle went out.

You thought he was done for at first, only catching a bit of relief when the lights came on and you saw he was okay. Just a bit wet.

…He’s wearing a white shirt too—

Focus.

You stepped in behind him, getting sprayed as well— must be motion censored— and spotted the crudely made cake sitting on the table a few feet away

Definitely a real cake. For sure.

“Alright, whadya say we play a little game?” Lucas spoke. “All you gotta do is light the candle and put it on the cake.”

“Kiss my ass!”

“Ethan, language! You don’t wanna hurt my baby sibling’s ears, do ya?”

You rolled your eyes. “Get fucked.”

“Hey! There are children in the building— somewhere— I think. I’m not sure anymore.”

Your brother laughed, and the sound was like nails on a chalkboard. Hopefully you’ll get a few minutes of peace without hearing from him. Walking over to the “cake,” you inspected the chicken scratch written on the card haphazardly stuck in the icing.

Happy Fucking Birthday. Got a light?

Yeah, when I shove it up your ass—

“Hey, I got something over here.”

You turned to Ethan who stood by the stove, cautiously testing out the knob to see if it’d turn on. You were almost ninety-nine percent sure it’d explode the second it started clicking too long, but you were pleasantly surprised when the burner produced a small flame. Ethan quickly relit the candle.

“Alright, let’s… try to solve this thing, I guess.”

Resisting the urge to make another sarcastic and pessimistic comment, you followed his lead, keeping an eye out for anything useful. You remembered a weird combination lock in the other room, as well as a—

“Hey, there was a turning key attached to that barrel in there. Maybe we could use it to turn on the clow—”

“If you even think about bringing that demonic thing to life, I will turn you over to the first monster we meet if we make it out of here alive.”

“Okay, one: ouch. Two: we will make it out of here alive.”

You wanted to laugh. He was like one of those motivational posters you’d hang over your desk at some grueling day job. He wasn’t annoying about it either. No overly enthusiastic “You got this!” or “You can do it!” No, you think you’d end up killing him before the creatures got to him if that was the case.

Looking around, you could tell Lucas had a lot planned out for you. There were so many different pieces and parts scattered about, like some sick little puzzle he wanted you to put together that ultimately led to your death. You hated to admit it, but he was clever. Far more than you probably understood. He was also, however, a complete fucking idiot. You knew this kid back when he was getting shoved into lockers and his homework stolen. You’d like to think you knew him well enough to get around whatever riddles he wanted you to solve.

“Hey, there’s a piece of rope over here. I can try burning it, maybe?”

You shrugged, figuring it was worth a try. He held the flame up to the rope and watched it burn away slowly, giving you a satisfied grin afterwards.

“You also could’ve just untied it.”

His smile dropped. “It’s… a complicated knot, alright?”

You hummed and opened the door, eyes wideninging when almost a hundred grey balloons came into sight.

Gotta give him credit, your brother is certainly dedicated. Fuck popping all of them if that’s what he expected you to do.

Ethan tried the door off to the side and groaned when he couldn’t open it. “Dammit. Another fucking locked door.”

His frustration was slowly building to match yours, and you gently pushed him aside to get a closer look at the lock. It was a simple letter combination lock, probably not that hard to break. Too bad you didn’t have a couple bobby pins with you. Spending all that time in neglectful foster homes gave you some good practice on getting in and out of locked rooms.

The letters currently spelled out “HAPPY”, and if you knew anything about Lucas, which you’d like to think you did, he probably made the combination something moronic and insulting. His typical fashion.

Flicking through the different letters, you were happy to discover that not every letter of the alphabet was on each dial, making cracking it a little bit easier.

“You’re gonna solve it? What if it’s trapped or something?” Ethan asked.

“Then we die in a horrible, fiery explosion.”

You could practically hear him roll his eyes.

“Fine. How do you know you’re gonna figure it out then?”

You huffed through your nose, slowly turning each dial until you found the letter you wanted. “Well, my brother may be an evil genius sometimes—”

L

“But he’s also incredibly predictable.”

O

“And while he loves to make everything overly complicated, he lets his immature brain get the better of him.”

S

“He carved it into my fuckin’ bedroom door when we were younger.”

E

“How are you so sure?” Ethan asked.

You turned your head to look at him, lips turning up into a small grin. “I’m not. So this better make me look cool.”

R

LOSER

The lock clicked open, and you stood to your full height and faced the man behind you, your expression most definitely smug. You were glad to say he looked genuinely impressed, brows raised into his hairline as he looked at the solved combination.

“Not bad.” He walked past you, brushing against your arm. “Although, I would’ve still thought you were cool, even if you got it wrong.”

“Mm. I don’t think my ego would allow me to believe that.”

  Spotting a water valve handle on top of a couple crates, you eagerly snatched it up, glad that you and Ethan didn’t get seriously injured going through the entire rigamarole of Lucas’s game. He would definitely be disappointed. The thought made you laugh.

Ethan stayed on the other side of the threshold while you went under it, getting sprayed with ice cold water again. Because of course it had to be freezing. You stuck the valve in the pipe and gave it a few good turns, metal rubbing against metal and squeaking loudly. You turned it until you finally met resistance, and signaled Ethan to come through. Taking a cautious step forward, he waited for the water to come and let out a sigh of relief when it didn’t.

Great, one step closer to getting out of here.

The lights suddenly shut off, and a version of Happy Birthday started playing. Ethan hesitantly placed the candle on the cake, and you immediately had a bad feeling.

“Hey, what’s that ticking sound—?”

The explosion knocked you both off your feet, and you frantically reached out to try and touch Ethan, making sure he was all right.

“Motherfucker!” Lucas raged. “You’re supposed to die!”

A bundle of TNT attached to a timer fell through the ceiling, and you and Ethan both looked at each other with the same expression.

Shit, shit, shit!

You practically fell over when you raced to pick it up, pointing towards the loose board in the wall.

“There! Pull that out and I can get rid of this thing!”

He quickly did as you said, fingers gripping the board and pulling and as hard as he could. You looked down at the timer.

Fifteen seconds.

“Today, Ethan!”

“It’s almost there!”

Ten

Nine

Eight

The wood creaked and groaned as it finally came off the wall, Ethan shouting for you to throw it. You shoved the bomb through the small space and immediately backed up, gripping the man’s arm and pulling him with you.

“Oh, shi—”

You stepped in front of him and pushed him down to the floor, shielding him with your body as the wall exploded into bits. His arms came up and wrapped around your head, pulling your face down into his neck. Some debris slammed into your back, but nothing pierced you, thank god. You could hear the crackling of flames burning up the wood, and you wondered if it was even remotely safe behind you.

“Are you alright?”

You lifted your head, Ethan’s hands falling down to your waist. You had one arm resting underneath his skull so he didn’t slam it into the ground when you shoved him down, and the other pushed against the floor next to his head so you could lift yourself up a bit.

“Yeah, I’m okay. What about you? Did I hurt you at all?”

Ethan shook his head, thumbs unknowingly rubbing over your sides. “N-No. No, I’m fine. Thank you…”

A quiet laugh escaped you. “Come on, you think I’d let you die after all this? You’re just startin’ to grow on me, Winters.”

His face split into a grin, and you’d be lying if the sight didn’t make your heart speed up a bit. However, the moment was cut short when the speaker came to life again, and Lucas’s heavy breathing came through.

“That was s’posed to be for you, god damn it!”

Ethan pointed behind you. “Hey, look.”

You craned your head back and quickly noticed the once hidden doorway in the wall, hurrying off of Ethan and helping him get back up on his feet. You did your best to try to not breathe in too much of the smoke, holding your breath as you both hurried through the fire. There was a secret room a few feet beyond, desks with monitors piled on them and a single chair. No doubt Lucas’s base of operations. You could imagine him sitting there with a bowl of popcorn, laughing until his stomach hurt whilst he tortured you and Ethan.

The sick bastard.

The image on the screen in front of you made you stop in your tracks, and you rushed forward, hands slamming on top of the desk and your face a little too close to the monitor.

Zoe. She’s okay!

“Zoe! Oh thank god. Are you both okay?”

Both of them sat with their hands tied to the wall. The picture was heavily pixelated, so you couldn’t make out the state of either of them, but from what you could tell, Mia didn’t look too great. Her head was slumped forward, like she was passed out or dead. You hoped for the former.

“We’re alright.” God she sounded exhausted. “We’re just beyond the pier outside that room. Hurry!”

“We’re coming, Zo! We’re gonna get you both out of there.”

You couldn’t hear what your sister said next when the picture began to distort, their image being replaced by your brother’s.

“Well now, hello to you both!”

Ethan came up behind you, hunching over you to look at the screen. “The fuck do you want?!”

“You… Dead.” Lucas laughed, and your jaw clenched so hard your teeth began to grind together. “Guess that’s not in the cards. Not yet.”

“Yeah, lucky us. Look, unless you have any more surprises up your sleeve, I suggest you—”

Lucas scoffed and shook his head. “Now that would be tellin’, Ethan. And I don’t do spoilers.”

“I’ll give you one then. Because the next thing that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna bash your fucking face in—!”

He cut off the feed, and you slammed your fists into the table.

“Dammit!”

Ethan’s hands were on your shoulders in the next moment, turning you around to face him. “Hey, we can’t worry about him right now, okay? Your sister and Mia are the priority.”

He was right. You were starting to hate that. But you had been getting so caught up in your anger and revenge plotting it practically made you blind. You’d never forget about Zoe. Even if it meant letting that asshole escape to save her. It didn’t stop the sting from letting him go, though.

You nodded, and Ethan let go of you to look in the open suitcase next to the monitors. His hand carefully reached out, pulling out the D-Series head you both had been practically killing yourselves over.

The serum. We really can make it.

“Come on, let’s go get them.” 

The idea of creating the cure was almost unfathomable to you, even more so now that the reality of that idea was just within arms reach. You never fully believed you’d be able to make it out. After three years of nothing but pain and dashed hopes, you start preparing for the worst. Your inevitable, painful end being one of them. But now, with the arm and head in your possession, you could feel your heart racing in anxious anticipation.

You’d get out. All of you.

“What are you gonna do when we get out of here?” you asked.

Ethan glanced back at you, a bit surprised by your question. “I don’t know. Go back home with Mia, try to start over.”

“Where’s home for you?”

“Los Angeles.”

Fuck, that’s far away.

Your heart sank a bit. You’d both get out, get cured, and then… he’d leave.

Of course, you never expected him to stay. Leaving is the one thing you knew he’d do. With Mia. He’d take her, and be out of your life forever after this. The thought made you… sad.

Your own emotions surprised you a small amount, and you slightly shook your head a bit.

“What about you?” Ethan asked. “What are you planning on doing after all this?”

You paused. You’d never given it much thought. After spending so long trapped here, you never thought there would be anything after. You never planned far ahead when you didn’t expect to leave. Truth is, you didn’t know what you’d do. And that terrified you.

“I… I don’t know, honestly.” You sighed, arms falling limp at your sides. “I can’t stay in Louisiana. There’s— There’s too much pain here. I don’t know if I have enough good memories of this place to outweigh the bad. So I guess I’ll just… leave.”

Stepping up to you, Ethan reached out and brushed his hand over your arm.

“Well, I’m sure there’s plenty of places out in California you could settle into.”

You couldn’t stop the quiet gasp from leaving you, eyes searching Ethan’s face like it held the answer to all your questions. Like if you looked away, he’d fade into ash like your mother, and it would all just be a sick dream.

“I don’t know. Big state, big cities… Not somethin’ I’m used to.”

Ethan smiled. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

You couldn’t stop your bottom lip from trembling, eyes burning with the promise of fresh tears. Your name was softly muttered along Ethan’s lips, and you threw your arms around his neck, gripping tightly at his shirt. He didn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms, warmth encompassing you as his hands splayed over your back. His touch sent lightning coursing through you, overwhelmed with his touch and his scent and him completely surrounding you.

He was here. With you.

“I mean, you don’t have to cry about it. You could just say no—”

Your fist gently connected with his gut, pulling back to look at his growing smile.

“Jerk.”

He chuckled, and as quickly as the moment began, it had to end. There was still a clear objective ahead, the window getting smaller and smaller with each passing moment. And while you would’ve gladly stood around in Ethan’s arms all day, good things must come to an end. Some sooner than you’d prefer.

The wood along the pier was damp and rotten, the algae growing along it providing a real challenge for you to not to lose your balance.

Hey, your first walk along the pier with a handsome guy. And some lights and some music and you could make a real romantic night out of it.

The monster jumping out of the water and landing in front of you quickly soured your imagination.

Ethan pumped a single round into it, its head violently exploding into smaller pieces, and its body wriggled around violently before falling limp. You think you hate these versions of Evie’s monsters the most.

No. Wait. Fat vomiting guy definitely took first place.

Your heart was in your throat by the time you made it across the pier and to the boat house, racing up the rickety stairs and slamming the door open so hard you heard it splinter.

“Zoe!”

Her eyes were tired as she lazily raised her head to look at you. SHe could barely muster a small smile. You raced over to her and pulled out your knife to cut the rope binding her wrists, putting your hands on her shoulders when she started to fall forward.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine. Do you have the ingredients?”

You looked back at Ethan who was untying Mia, settling her practically limp body against the wall before he handed you the head and the arm. Passing them to Zoe, relief filled her expression as she gazed at the mummified parts in her hands.

“We’re so close.”

She looked up at you, lips splitting into a smile as you let out a laugh of disbelief. You could fucking cry right then and there if the adrenaline wasn’t currently shooting through your veins. She quickly got to work on the serum, and you turned to watch Ethan comfort his wife.

“How is she doing?”

He brushed her hair away from her face, her pale skin covered in sweat. She barely looked alive.

“I think she’ll be okay.”

Mia shook her head, gripping at the front of Ethan’s shirt. “He’s coming. Daddy’s coming.”

Ethan grabbed her hand and stood, watching your sister mix the serum. “So after we make the cure, what’s next?”

“There’s a boat outside. We’ll take it through the swamp.”

She turned around, a syringe in each hand. She gave you a knowing look.

There’s only enough for two.

Ethan came forward and took them out of her hands, and Zoe’s lip curled up in a snarl.

“Hey! One of those is mine.”

You didn’t have the luxury or time to argue when the building suddenly shook, your feet stumbling for solid ground. You and Ethan looked behind you. Large, glowing, orange eyes stared back at you through the wall, the wood falling away like paper, and a giant hand reached out and lifted Ethan in the air.

“Daddy, no!”

“Kids! Get your asses back to the house! I’ll deal with you later!”

His body was launched across the room, and you looked on with horror at what monster your father had become. He was disgusting, a black lump of infected mold with multiple eyes and limbs. He was like some mutated monster that escaped from a science lab. The anger that you held for Mia surged through you again. You didn’t know the truth, you probably couldn’t fathom it. But from what you were sure of, you couldn’t help but blame her for everything that’s happened.

You looked back at her, her body frozen in fear as she watched her husband get thrown around like a rag doll. You felt a similar feeling settle deep inside you. Because this thing, yeah, it was fucking terrifying. But, you gripped your gun tight in your hand and rushed to Ethan’s aid, ducking under your father’s long, mutated arm.

“You turned my children against me!”

Shielding Ethan, you fired multiple rounds into one of your father’s infected eyes, watching it split open with puss seeping out of it. He was back on his feet in no time, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“You better not die on me now, Ethan! Not when we’ve made it this far!”

He gripped your arm and pulled you out of the way of an oncoming swing, Jack’s limb smashing into the wall.

“As if you’d let me!”

Your head turned to Zoe, who looked on with disbelief. “Get you both to the dock!”

She nodded frantically and grabbed Mia’s hand, pulling her out the door. At least they were somewhat out of harm's way.

You could barely keep track of how many eyes your father had, finding one before he would shift out of the way and you’d lose it again. Something gave you pause, though, when he began to sob, body swishing around in the murky water.

“Marguerite!” he cried.

Your jaw clenched, eyes steeled whilst your hands tightened around your gun and you aimed.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

He thrashed and cried out as another eye exploded, and the already unstable ground shook with each slam of Jack’s hands against the wood. The floorboards splintered, and the next thing you knew, you were falling. Your body hit the water, the cold sending a shock through you, and you didn’t have a moment to catch a breather when Jack’s tail(?) came swooping around and slammed into your side, knocking you down again. You gasped for breath, coughing up water, and scrambled to your feet.

“My own child… trying to kill me!”

Your eyes burned with the fresh promise of tears, emptying your gun into the large eye in front of you. Fear surged through you and lodged in your throat, practically certain that this was the end for you. You wished there was another choice. God, you would give your life a million and one times just to see your family alive and happy. And the crippling reality that you couldn’t fix this practically killed you.

There was a desperate cry of your name, Ethan reaching down the ladder for your hand, and you quickly jumped up to grab it. He dragged you up the ladder with a grunt, your body jostling into his. With a muttered thanks, you hurriedly jammed a full mag into your gun.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t get to answer when a slimy hand came crashing down between you.

“Ask me later!”

Barely dodging another attack, you rolled under one of your father’s swinging limbs and steadied yourself on one knee before firing at another exposed eye.

“Try flanking him!”

Ethan took your direction and rushed to the other side of him, hoping to catch some of his weak points. What you didn’t expect though, was acidic vomit to come spraying out of your father’s mouth right in your direction. You barely missed it in time, crying out as pain shot through your arm. The skin was red and raw, the acid bubbling over the wound. Ethan shot you a concerned look, but you couldn’t stop. Jack was going to kill him, and you couldn’t let that happen. Not when you’ve made it this far.

“How many you countin?!”

His eyes frantically searched Jack’s mutated body.

“Uh— five?!”

“Fuckin’ mutated freak,” you muttered, aiming for another eye. It exploded with a disgusting pop.

“That’s four!”

It was almost like a game. An incredibly gross, fucked up game that almost certainly ended in death. And wasn’t remotely fun. But you’ll take what you can get. You tried to ignore the pain you felt everywhere, especially in your arm, as you and Ethan frantically raced around Jack, trying to dodge every oncoming swing. You cursed loudly when you officially ran out of ammo, the telltale sign of your gun clicking letting you know it was empty.

“This is gettin’ old, Jack!” Ethan yelled.

Your father roared, swiping at him. “I’m gonna kill you!”

You pulled your knife from your belt and whistled loudly, catching your father’s attention.

“Over my dead body!”

Throwing your knife, it sunk deep into the large eye on Jack’s face, and he screamed and thrashed before falling from the second floor and collapsing into the water. Chest heaving, you took deep breaths and rushed to Ethan’s side, taking his face in your hands. He looked just as worried as you felt, and you searched him for any serious injuries.

“Shit, your arm.”

He grabbed your arm just beneath your elbow, examining the burn that extended over the length of your bicep. It definitely needed some form of medical attention.

“I’m okay. Shit.” You sighed, head falling against his shoulder.

It felt like your heart was racing a million miles a minute, so caught up in your worry for Ethan that your own pain barely even registered anymore. Fuck, it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours, and second to losing your sister, you think losing Ethan was one of the most terrifying things that could ever happen to you.

“You keep fucking scaring me like that.”

He scoffed, an arm resting across your shoulders. “I’ll make sure to be more careful next time.”

“Hey.” You pulled away from Ethan, looking at your sister who stood in the open doorway of the room. “Boat’s this way.”

You nodded, taking your sister’s hand so she could help you up the large step. 

“Have I told you you’re my favorite sibling?”

She scoffed. “Don’t think there ain’t much competition.”

You laughed, and god it felt so good to see her again. To know that she was okay and safe. Well, almost. You were so close you could practically taste it. The beginning of your new life. You could barely believe it.

The ground shook, and when you thought Ethan was right behind you, he was being picked up by your father who was very much still alive.

Fuck.

You were ready to jump back into hell when Zoe grabbed your shoulder, firmly stopping you.

“Use the serum on him!”

Your eyes widened. Was she serious?!

“You want me to cure him?!” Ethan asked incredulously.

Zoe shook her head. “He’s too far gone. I think it’ll kill him!”

Ethan fumbled in his pocket for one of the syringes and jammed it into Jack’s eye. He immediately began screaming and thrashing and let Ethan go, his body slowly calcifying just like your mother had. He made one last attempt to reach the man before fully solidifying, his hand suspended in mid air. It was then that he slowly began to crumble, and watching it happen the second time did not make it hurt any less. He was still your father. Somewhere in there. But Zoe was right. He was too far gone.

You quickly took Ethan’s hand and helped him up to the dock, more than relieved that he was alright. But—

“I had to use one of them. There’s only one left.”

Mia stared out at the water and shook her head, turning towards her husband. “What? There can’t just be one left.”

“What are we gonna do?” Zoe asked, fear evident in her voice.

Your heart absolutely ached for your sister. It ached for Ethan, and it surprisingly ached for Mia. You knew she never intended for this to happen to your family. She was just as much of a victim as all of you. And Ethan came out all this way to save her…

He looked at you, brows furrowed. You could read his expression like the back of your hand. He was conflicted. You were too.

He softly muttered your name, and with a sigh, you grabbed the syringe from his hand and stuck it in Mia’s arm. Zoe recoiled with a gasp.

“What— Why?!”

You could practically hear the betrayal in her voice, and it hurt more than anything you’ve experienced tonight.

“They need to get out, Zo. They…” Your eyes locked with Ethan’s. You couldn’t decipher what he was thinking, you just knew he looked upset. “They can send help.”

“There won’t be anyone to help!”

She stormed off, and you refrained from shouting out after her. If she was right, she’d probably die hating you. That was something you couldn’t stand to think about. As Mia stepped into the boat, Ethan appeared in front of you and shook his head.

“Why would you do that? This whole time, you and your sister have been searching for the cure and you just… Why?”

Your lips pressed together in a sad smile, hand landing on his arm before sliding down to grab his wrist. “Would you?” you whispered.

His eyes slightly widened, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t even attempt to. You could feel Mia’s eyes on you, so you let him go and sniffled. Any effort to hold back your tears was futile.

“So,” you pressed your finger against his chest, voice shaking, “don’t you forget about me, okay?”

Before Ethan could answer, you stepped away from him and walked down the dock, feeling his gaze on you every step of the way.

You’ve experienced heartache in many forms. You’ve lost friends, family, spent countless nights in foster care wondering why families never wanted you. This unsurprisingly ranked right up there with them, and you wanted nothing more than to run back to Ethan and have him take you with. 

It felt unfair in a way. Your family was the unintented target of unfortunate circumstances, this curse laid upon your doorstep that you had no choice but to live with. For three damned years. And then you looked for the cure. You dealt with the horrors of Evie’s monsters. You had to kill your parents! And yet she got to leave.

You shook your head, reminding yourself that this was the choice you made, and it was one you’d make again given the chance. 

You finally caught up to Zoe back at the house, watching her stomp towards the trailer.

“Zoe, wait.”

The door slammed behind her, and you quickly followed, letting out a huff. She paced the length of the tailor, hands on her hips as a million different emotions cycled on her face. The only consistent one being pissed. 

“Just listen to me—”

“How could you do that?!”

You paused, hands wringing together. “Zoe—”

“After everything we’ve done, all that we’ve been through, you gave it to her!”

“She’s been trapped just as long as we have. Hell, maybe even longer! And she’s his wife, Zo! He came all this way for her, fought through hell to get her back, and you expect me to deny her freedom?!”

Zoe collapsed on the bed, head in her hands. You sighed and settled down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She immediately leaned into your side.

“Ethan will get help. I know it.”

She sniffled, shaking her head. “How can you be so sure?”

You rubbed her shoulder with a small smile. “He’s a good guy. He won’t leave us behind.”

Standing from the bed, you grabbed a beer from the fridge and passed it to her. After the night you’ve had, you both needed it.

“So, how much do you think we’ve missed?”

You sighed with a shrug, sitting back down on the bed and  thumbing at the peeling label on your bottle. “Well, we definitely missed elections by about a year. And that show you like so much probably has a new season. Though, I think we’ve lived enough of a zombie nightmare, you don’t have to watch a show about it.”

“I mainly watch it for that one girl. The one with the sword?”

You chuckled. “She is pretty badass.”

She rolled her bottle between her hands, and you sighed. You know your decision hurt her. Definitely more than it hurt you to make. The last thing you ever wanted to do was make her feel like you betrayed her. Since this whole thing started, you swore on your life you’d protect her. Were you breaking that promise by not giving her the serum? Possibly. You hoped not.

“Am I still your favorite?”

She laughed, and the sound physically made your shoulders relax.

“Don’t think there’s much competition.”

You smiled, resting your head against her shoulder.

“No, there’s not.”

She chuckled again, and you followed with your own laughter. This was the best you’ve felt all night, despite the fact that neither of you were cured, and you were still stuck on your family's property. But, you were together, and for once, you were positive about the future ahead of you.

Zoe’s laughter was cut off with a sudden gasp, and you lifted your head to look at her.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Her beer fell to the floor with a loud ‘clang!’, and she froze in her spot.

“No! Evie!”

Your eyes widened, and you grabbed Zoe’s shoulders. “Hey! You gotta snap out of it! She’s not here, Zo. Don’t listen to her!”

“I-I’ll be good! I promise…”

You watched with horror as white crystals traveled up her body and completely froze her, her hair and skin turning ghost white. You shook your head and carefully laid her back on the bed, jaw tightly clenching as anger coursed through you.

God dammit!

Breathing heavily through your nose, you ripped open the weapon’s crate and restocked on ammo, as well as strapping a new knife to your belt considering you lost your old one trying to kill your father. You then barely took the time to bandage your burn, your injuries not even mattering to you compared to the safety of Ethan, Mia, and your sister. But, if it kept you from possibly losing your arm, you’d take somewhat care of yourself.

“When I find that little bitch…”

With one last glance to Zoe, you stormed out of the trailer and made your way down to the bayou. If Evie got Zoe, then that meant she got Ethan and Mia. You’ve lost enough people to this fucking brat. You wouldn’t let her take any more.

[mi-rae07]

Park Seonghwa : Him And I (Part 2/3)

Pairing : Park Seonghwa (Ateez) and named character (Kim Soo-hyun)

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5 years ago :

Soohyun : hwa?

Soohyun entered their apartment with flowers in her hands, hoping to find seonghwa and gift it to him as their 8th anniversary gift. Except seonghwa was nowhere to be found. But soohyun heard sounds of small shuffling in their room, quickly walking towards it, knowing that was where seonghwa was. But as soon as she opened the door to their room, the flowers fell from soohyun's hands, a choked gasp falling from her lips as she stared at the sight in front of her with wide eyes.

Her boyfriend, his hands covered in blood and bundles of cash lying on the floor in scatters. Anyone would understand what that meant. And it broke soohyun.

Seonghwa : soo-soohyun.

Soohyun's eyes filled with tears at the obvious sight, realization crushing her like a truck. Seonghwa just stared at her, his eyes beginning to tear up as well.

Soohyun : you…no.

Soohyun walked towards seonghwa, holding him up by his collar as she screamed

Soohyun : TELL ME THIS ISN'T TRUE!

Seonghwa flinched but said nothing, his teary eyes staring into the floor in shame. Soohyun shook him harder in her grip, tears falling from her eyes as she said

Soohyun : how…how could you. How could you hurt someone and steal from them AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE TOLD YOU PARK SEONGHWA!

Seonghwa : I had no choice, hyun-ah.

Soohyun : BULLSHIT! You did have a choice! You had a choice but you chose the wrong fucking one.

Seonghwa : I know this is wrong, but I have to do this for our sake-

Seonghwa cut himself off with a gasp as soohyun slapped him, seonghwa's head tilting towards the side as the edge of soohyun's family ring cut through the side of his lip, drawing blood. Seonghwa felt his heart drop.

Soohyun : don't you dare say that. I could never, I would never rob someone off of their hardwork for my own benefits. I could never be a monster.

Seonghwa looked up at soohyun with hurt eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Soohyun : remember what I told you, seonghwa? That a person who loses their morality is nothing but a mortal being? That's what you are, seonghwa, because when you do things like this, you are no longer human. And I'm sorry I ever thought of you as someone I could be with for my entire life.

Seonghwa : no-

Soohyun : we're done.

Soohyun turned around and was about to walk away when seonghwa quickly held onto her arms, his sobs filling the room as he said

Seonghwa : I swear this won't happen again. I'm so sorry, I won't do it again. I promise, please?

Soohyun : let go of me.

Seonghwa sobbed, shaking his head as he got down onto his knees and said

Seonghwa : I have no one except you, please! Please listen to me, I…I just wanted to be bet-better, hyun-ie, I swear-

Soohyun : THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TURNED INTO A THIEF!

Seonghwa flinched, his sobs growing louder as soohyun tried removing his grip on her. Seonghwa shook his head, quickly standing up as he threw his arms around her and wailed against her shoulders. Soohyun shut her eyes as she felt seonghwa's tears wet her skin, his wails breaking her heart. But she couldn't stay with a man like this, she just couldn't.

It went against everything she knew.

Seonghwa : please don't leave me. I'm so sorry, I swear I'm so sorry. Please don't stop loving me.

Soohyun : I stopped loving you the second you had your hands stained with someone else's blood, seonghwa.

Seonghwa sobbed as soohyun finally pushed seonghwa away, his body falling on the floor with a thud as soohyun said

Soohyun : I never should have loved someone like you.

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Soohyun was now sitting next to the hospital bed seonghwa was currently lying on, her arms crossed against her chest as she stared at the person who was peacefully sleeping in front her. The doctors and nurses, if anything, looked shocked when soohyun had entered the hospital with seonghwa in her arms, blood all over them. None of them would have expected a police officer to enter the hospital with a criminal in her arms, but it had happened.

Soohyun had then asked for the VIP room at the top levels of the floor, knowing the security and privacy there would be much higher than it would be on any other levels. Plus she could afford it well enough, and if she couldn't, seonghwa could. Soohyun hoped the people here wouldn't tell her mother about what had went on, but this was her aunt's hospital. It was obvious her mother would know, and it would only be a matter of seconds before she rushed in here.

Soohyun ran her eyes along seonghwa's sleeping figure, the man she once loved glowing under the lights of the hospital room. He had always been beautiful to her, until he wasn't anymore. But even then she loved him, and she hated every part of it. The both of them had kept their distances from each other, knowing their relationship could never proceed anymore. Seonghwa was a criminal now, and soohyun was against every inch of it.

Soohyun looked up as the door burst open, revealing Joo Yena, soohyun's mother. Soohyun shut her eyes as her mother quickly closed the door behind her and said

Yena : is this what you've come to, daughter? An affair with a criminal you're supposed to be putting behind bars?

Soohyun : eomma-

Yena : no. I will not stand this, you must break up with him, soohyun.

Soohyun : there is nothing to break, we are not having an affair.

Yena looked baffled. Soohyun sighed as she stood up, facing her mother before saying

Soohyun : he was getting attacked when I saw him tonight, eomma. He had a stab wound in his stomach and was bleeding terribly. Would you rather I had just let him die?

Yena looked away, understanding the situation now. Except it was all lies, but soohyun was going to keep that to herself.

Soohyun : you have taught me to go by the law, by my morals. And I promised you I would, years ago when I became an officer. If I had let him die, I would've broken that promise of mine, and I refuse to do that.

Yena : soohyun-ah.

Soohyun : that's why I saved him, so that he can be alive when I put him behind bars. So that he can go through the torture he made everyone else go through. He means nothing to me more than just that.

Yena : then why did you opt the VIP room?

Soohyun : because it's more comfortable for me, what else.

Yena chuckled as soohyun gave her a small smile before saying

Soohyun : I will not ever let you down, eomma, I promise.

In what way, soohyun wasn't going to specify. Yena sighed and nodded, looking at seonghwa before saying

Yena : alright then, I will go tell the others that there is nothing to worry about. Stay here, hmm?

Soohyun nodded as yena gave her a small kiss on the cheek before walking out of the room. Just as soohyun was about to walk over to have some water, a voice interrupted her

Seonghwa : I mean nothing to you except being a tool for acquiring more power, soohyun?

Soohyun turned around, the sight of seonghwa staring at her with cold eyes almost shocking her

Soohyun : you're awake.

Seonghwa : quite.

Soohyun sighed as she said

Soohyun : mr park-

Seonghwa : the best torture you could put me through is to just have let me die, officer. Knowing that I died despite having the person I always thought would protect me, standing next to me? It would've been the perfect torture.

Soohyun : stop thinking I would protect you, then, mr park. You and I have been history since a long time, I have no intentions to protect you, or love you.

Seonghwa smiled as he nodded

Seonghwa : of course, of course you don't.

Soohyun was about to say something when seonghwa cut her off

Seonghwa : then leave.

Soohyun : what?

Seonghwa : I thank you for having saved me just so you could punish me, but I don't need it any longer. So you can leave now, leave so you can find evidence against me as fast as you can. Then we can finally get this over and done with, right?

Soohyun : do not make it sound like you're the victim here, park seonghwa.

Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head

Seonghwa : neither I nor you are the victims here, the victims are the people who come to my casino. And you're the person who's supposed to save them. So go ahead, try and save them if you can. Save them all before you lose them for good, officer.

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A month later :

It had been a month since that incident and soohyun was still trying to find evidence against seonghwa. She refused to give up, soohyun was not used to giving up. And she knew seonghwa best, she was going to try and find the virus seonghwa was using to kill the people, no matter what it took.

The will was there, but the proofs weren't. but something in soohyun still said she was getting closer to finding it. And once she did, she was going to do what she must. As for right now, what she must do is prepare herself to deal with the crowd of people she was going to have to face at her friend's birthday party. It was more like a business party though, except there would be a birthday cake. Which was why soohyun had to attend it, because being at the highest rank of police also meant having to socialize with other people at high ranks.

Soohyun handed over the key of her Porsche to the valet before walking towards the inside of the hall, the low music and the people drinking and dancing coming to her immediate view. Before soohyun could step forward, a voice interrupted her

Mina : soohyun-ie!

Soohyun turned to face the friend whose birthday party she had come for, her face twisting into a smile. But that soon disappeared as she saw the man who was standing next to her friend, a smug look on his face.

Soohyun : what the hell is he doing here?

Mina : him? Park seonghwa? Don't you know who he is?

A criminal, for her and a few people who knew about his doings in her close circle. But for everyone else in the world, he was only park seonghwa, the owner of one of the richest casinos.

Soohyun : I do know who he is, mina. What I do not know is why he's here, with you.

Seonghwa : what, you're jealous now, officer?

Soohyun glared at seonghwa, that only causing him to smile. Mina seemed to understand the tension between them.

Mina : oh no no! seonghwa's only my friend, really. He agreed to keep me company when the others were too busy socializing with other people.

Soohyun eyed seonghwa with dangerous eyes. She didn't trust him, trust the things he could do with her friend. He can always just add posion into mina's drink, and no one would ever know. But if something were to happen to mina, soohyun was sure she would kill him.

Soohyun : then go ahead. I'll go down and have something to drink.

Soohyun looked at seonghwa one last time before leaving, her mind a mess. She really needed a drink.

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Seonghwa let out a tired sigh, taking another sip of the alcohol as he looked around the place with bored eyes. He hated parties, he almost always had. But this one was unavoidable, as it had been his friend's birthday party as well. And he had come here for another reason as well, the more important one, even, because his rival was attending this party. And seonghwa needed to find a way in order to slip poison from the vial in his sleeve pocket to min yohan's drink. He hadn't gotten that oppurtunity yet, but he was waiting for it.

Seonghwa suddenly flinched as a loud scream cut through the hall, followed by panicked whispers and lighter sounds of confusion laced with panic. Seonghwa frowned as he stood up from his chair, looking around. His eyes widened as seonghwa finally realized the reason for the scream, fire. The top levels of the hall had been caught in fire, that slowly spreading to the lower levels as well.

The people inside the hall had already started running out through the main entrance, taking along with them whatever they found precious. Seonghwa let out a breath as his eyes searched around to find the thing that he found precious, a person. Except she was nowhere to be found, and that was when seonghwa remembered. Soohyun had Pyrophobia.

Seonghwa ran further inside the hall.

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Soohyun had been knocked out by the amount of alcohol in her system. And she would've laid asleep on that table even longer if it wasn't for the large amounts of heat searing into her skin from a side. That caused soohyun's eyes to shoot open, her entire body sobering up at the sight of fire in front of her. Soohyun screamed as she quickly moved away from the fire, causing her to fall down the chair as her breathing got unsteady.

Soohyun : n-no.

Soohyun was a woman who was scared of nothing, except fire. Because when it came to fire she lost all control of herself, she couldn't even think anymore. Because when it came to fire, she wasn't the 30 year old commissioner general of the Korean police, she was just a little girl who needed to be rescued.

Soohyun clutched her chest as she felt her breathing almost stop, her breaths coming out in small gasps instead. She didn't care about getting out of the way of fire, she couldn't even stand up let alone run away. Soohyun just sat where she was on the floor, tears streaming down her eyes as she looked around in panic.

Seonghwa : soohyun!

Soohyun flinched at the sound, turning around as she saw seonghwa running up to her. His hair was a mess, his eyes worried and scared. Why…why was he here?

Soohyun : seong-seonghwa?

Seonghwa quickly bent down on the floor as soon as he reached up too soohyun, holding soohyun's shaking arm as her eyes widened at the contact. Seonghwa scanned her worriedly before asking

Seonghwa : are you hurt anywhere?

Soohyun : I-I do-

Soohyun cut herself with a shriek as something cracked from behind her, seonghwa quickly moving forward to shield her body with his. Soohyun gasped as seonghwa hugged her body, letting the heat of the fire hit him instead as a pillar crashed a few meters away from them.

Soohyun : no, no move-

Seonghwa : soohyun, listen to me.

Soohyun : no you're gonna get hurt-

Seonghwa : soohyun! Please, I do not care.

Soohyun looked up at seonghwa teary eyes as he shook his head and said

Seonghwa : we have to get out.

Soohyun : I can't…can't move seonghwa, the-the fire-

Soohyun flinched as another crash was heard, her body shivering as seonghwa quickly put his hand to cover her ear. He leaned closer to her before saying

Seonghwa : look at me, focus on me.

Soohyun shook her head, looking around with panicked teary eyes. Seonghwa used his hand to force her to look at him, his eyes soft

Seonghwa : no, soohyun. There is no fire, alright? It's just me and you, I won't let anything happen to you.

Soohyun sniffed as she said

Soohyun : but…but the fire-

Seonghwa : soohyun.

Soohyun looked at seonghwa now, his eyes gazing into her as he whispered

Seonghwa : you have to trust me. There is no fire, there is nothing here that could hurt you while I'm alive.

Soohyun pressed her lips together, trying to block out the fire as she focused only on the man in front of her. And it seemed possible now, even though it wasn't supposed to.

Seonghwa : do you trust me?

With her life.

Soohyun : yes.

Seonghwa nodded as he lifted soohyun along with him before standing up, carrying her bridal style as soohyun's arms quickly wrapped around seonghwa's neck. Seonghwa quickly started walking towards the step before saying

Seonghwa : close your eyes, hyun-ah.

Soohyun did as she was told, closing her eyes as she focused on the warmth seonghwa's body provided her. She felt seonghwa climb down the steps, sometimes swiftly moving to the side probably to avoid the fire. Soohyun could feel her heart racing, the sound of fire all around causing her fear. But seonghwa's hold on her never weakened, even when she heard him let out light curses, and that calmed her down. That was until she heard a loud crack sound, her eyes quickly opening as she noticed a pillar breaking away from the wall behind them.

Soohyun : seonghwa!

Seonghwa looked up with widened eyes as he quickly moved away from where he was standing, missing the pillar only by a few inches. Soohyun let out a small whimper as she buried her head into seonghwa's neck, her arms around him tightening. Seonghwa laid one of his hand on the back of her head before whispering

Seonghwa : shh, nothing's happened.

And soon enough seonghwa ran out of the hall just a few seconds before the entire thing exploded behind them, soohyun's head still buried in seonghwa's neck. Seonghwa lowered them both onto the floor as soohyun finally let go of seonghwa's neck, her hands still trembling.

But it was gone now, she was safe now.

Seonghwa : does it hurt anywhere?

Soohyun shook her head, looking up at seonghwa who was breathing heavily. And only then did she realize that seonghwa was hurt, his entire body covered in small burns and cuts.

Soohyun : no. oh no no, seonghwa.

Seonghwa : I'm…fine.

Seonghwa hissed as soohyun's finger lightly grazed a burn on his shoulder, his lips pressed together.

Soohyun : why did you come back you bastard! You should have left!

Seonghwa : and you? What, you would've been fine just dying in there?

Soohyun shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks as she said

Soohyun : I don't want you to get hurt bec-because of me-

Soohyun cut herself off with a small sob as she realized how hurt seonghwa was, small patches of his clothes burned through, revealing wounded skin under it. Seonghwa seemed taken aback by her cries, thinking that she was probably this way because of the sudden trauma she had to through back in the hall. Of course she wasn't going to be worried for him?

Seonghwa : soohyun, shh, I-

Seonghwa cut himself off as soohyun pushed him away from her causing him to let out a small groan of pain, as soohyun stood up with tears in her eyes

Seonghwa : soohyun-ah!

Soohyun : I hate you!

Seonghwa stood up, trying to hold soohyun's arm as he said

Seonghwa : soohyun, please-

Soohyun : why would you do this to yourself just to save me, park seonghwa! You-you can't! you're supposed to fucking hate me!

Seonghwa : I am not capable of that, soohyun. So stop!

Soohyun : you should've let me die. Because if I…if I had, there'd be no one to find evidences against you.

Seonghwa : what if I want you to find evidences against me?

Soohyun paused, staring at seonghwa as he stepped closer to her and said

Seonghwa : if it means you get to be alive, then I don't care whatever happens to me. Find evidences against me, put me in jail, punish me, torture me, DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT! I just want you to be alive, be alive and do whatever you want to me.

Soohyun : seonghwa-

Soohyun cut herself off as seonghwa lost his balance, soohyun quickly holding him up as she lowered them to the floor with tears in her eyes

Soohyun : no. no please-

Seonghwa smiled up at soohyun with hazy eyes, touching her cheek with his hand before whispering

Seonghwa : you left me, but I would never leave you hyun-ah.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hellhound

(1-3)

Short story # 17

✨Fandom(s) - Wednesday (series) & Misfits (sorta)

💍Pairing - Tyler Galpin X (Y/n) Wolfgang Von Frankenstein

🕯Summary - You're new to Nevermore, and already you've made a few friends. And despite having different styles, you agree to go into town with them to go shopping. But when that gets boring you decide a nice hot drink would be a perfect way to kill some time. Who knew you'd also meet a cute boy while at it.

⚠️Warning(s) - General cussing probably, but other than that this one's okay.

📝Note(s) - You are now the little sister of Doyle and Jerry from the Misfits. I'm changing the Misfits timeline to fit this story better, as the guys are only a few years older than you. (Like 5 or so) Also in this world the Misfits are Outcasts, they ain't Normies!

🗝Key information - We're pretending that Wolfgang Von Frankenstein is your families last name because it's wicked.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading time roughly - 6 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Pt.) 1 | Pt.) 2 | Pt. 3

"Awe please please please!" Natasha bugged her deary new friend, who gave her an unamused look before sighing dramatically. "Yes!" Natasha threw her arms in the air in victory, knowing she'd finally convinced (Y/n) to go shopping in town. "You do realize this isn't exactly my scene right?" (Y/n) pointed out while Natasha texted the others to meet them in front of the school. "Oh I know." She mused sarcastically as she observed (Y/n)'s outfit. (Y/n) in turn rolled her eyes fondly as she followed her friend out of their shared dorm. "Finally!" Enid gushed as they approached her and their mutual friend Kayla. "You two took forever!" She added with a pout. "Please." Natasha scoffed, leading the group out to the bus that would take them into town.

Once they reached town the girls lead (Y/n) into several corny stores, that just screamed girly. And as they neared the third store, a dress shop, (Y/n) decided she'd had enough. "Hey I saw a coffee shop just down the street, I'm just gonna go hangout there until you guys are done." (Y/n) explained before they could rush off into the store. "But we're having so much fun." Enid pouted making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "You guys are." She pointed to the various bags each girl held, before sticking her free hands into her back pockets. "Well... Okay." Enid agreed begrudgingly, smiling brightly when (Y/n) gave her a grateful nod. "I'll see you guys in a little while." She called out before spinning on her heel and heading for the coffee shop. The girls all waved then rushed into the store in a fit of excited giggles, as they had with all the other stores as well.

"How can I help you?" The young man working the register asked with a prim smile, something (Y/n) had found rather amusing. "I actually have no idea what I want." She peered at the menu, unaware of how intensely the guy was observing her. "Well I know I want a hot drink." She mused before looking back to the rather attractive guy. "You know what, just surprise me." She shrugged, making him chuckle. "Okay three dollars then." He knew just what to make her. "Oh and I need your last name." He added after storing the money away. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein." (Y/n) chimed without a second thought, an amused chortle escaping her at the bewildered look on his face. "My first names (Y/n) if that would be easier." She peered at his name tag. "Tyler." She added with a playful wink, Tyler chuckled nervously as he ducked his head to hide his blush. "Yeah that'll be easy." He agreed before getting to work on her order.

(Y/n) hummed in contempt as she walked over to a booth, sitting to where she was facing the store her friends were in. And within just a few minutes Tyler came over with her order. "Here you go (Y/n), one white chocolate latte." He smiled as he placed it in front of her, the decorative skull in the foam making her grin. "How'd you know?" She mused as he slid into the booth across from her. "I'm really good at what I do." He shrugged casually. "So why ask for my name if you were just going to bring it to me?" (Y/n) pried as she grasped her cup, the warmth of the drink warming her chilled hands. "I wasn't sure I could convince my coworker to let me take my brake early." Tyler admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "And what makes you think I want you pestering me?" She asked with a playful grin. "I can tell." He fired back with his own smile. "Very well." She shrugged with a dramatic flourish, effectively making him laugh.

After a few short moments of simply observing eachother, Tyler broke the quiet that had settled. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein huh?" He tilted his head with a thoughtful look. "Seems like an odd name." He added without thought. "To you perhaps, but to me it is all I've ever known." (Y/n) stated before sipping her drink, a soft moan of approval escaping her at the taste of her latte. "So you must be a student at Nevermore." He wondered. "Yep I just transferred this semester." She nodded her head. "Made any friends yet?" He crosses his arms on the table. "A few. People really like me so it's never difficult." (Y/n) let her fingers dance along the side of the cup. "Were you born with that?" Tyler suddenly asked, his eyes locked onto her hands. "No... It's an affliction from something that happened a few years ago." She peered down at her inky black fingers, while Tyler looked to her mouth decorated with black lines.

"Even that part?" He asked. And (Y/n)'s pitch black stained tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip, revealing that her gums and teeth even had a black hue to them. "Yes." She nodded her head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Tyler shook his head, embarrassed that he'd brought it up. "It's okay, you're only curious." (Y/n) brushed it off with a shrug. After a few long moments, Tyler once more broke the quiet. "So do you have any siblings?" He asked with honest curiosity. "I have two older brothers." (Y/n) nodded her head as she pulled her phone out, quickly pulling up a picture of her brothers, and showing him. "The one on the left is Doyle, we're as thick as thieves. And the guy on the right is the eldest, Jerry, we're pretty close, but we don't quite bond the same way me and Doyle do." (Y/n) smiled as she thought about her brother's, whom she hadn't seen in nearly four months.

"They seem interesting." Tyler chuckled softly. "Their trouble." (Y/n) mused with a cheeky grin "Okay so I gotta ask... Is it a tattoo? Or just makeup?" Tyler asked as he pointed to Doyle. "Ah well neither actually..." (Y/n) chuckled softly at the confusion on the young man's face. "An affliction?" He wondered. "Nope." She shook her head. "I don't get it." He admitted. "Well it's the byproduct of dabbling with eastern dark arts." She shrugged casually. "What kind of dark arts?" Tyler asked as he scooted forward a little, clearly intrigued. "Necromancy to be exact." (Y/n) admitted before sipping her latte. "Why was your brother messing with necromancy?" The barista wondered aloud. (Y/n)'s eyes cast out the window, catching sight of her friends exiting the dress shop. "Maybe another time." She excused herself to follow after her friends. "I'll call you sometime." Tyler hollered after her, making (Y/n) chuckle as she spun on her heel to look at him. "I never gave you my number." She pointed out. "Maybe next time." She added with a wink, making Tyler chuckle as she left.

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contains:fem!reade, gore, gun, knife, torture device, violence, murder, use of the nickname 'doll' kidnapping

You knew what you were getting into by being in a relationship with Sanzu Haruchiyo. He's one of Japan's most wanted criminals, but you were blinded by love. And soon enough it was too late to back out.

Sanzu is problematic as fuck, the amount of times you've had to bail him out should probably have been a sign. A sign telling you to leave and never come back.

And tonight you finally decided this isn't what your 16 year old self wanted to do with her life.

Hence you packed your shit up after Sanzu sent you a message telling you he'll be late tonight. By late he means he won't be home till McDonald's starts selling breakfast. Giving you enough time to leave.

You called your cousin who had always worried about you while you were in a relationship with Sanzu and told her that you wanted to start your life over. Of course she was happy to help.

・🔪・🔪・🔪・🔪・🔪・

You were finally starting to live the normal life you always wanted to live.

You became a primary school teacher in the city your cousin lived in. Honestly you were never happier.

One day, you were cleaning up the classroom before leaving when you heard the click of a gun.

Thank God that the kids had all gone home you thought, you waited for the person behind your back to speak.

“Do you know how long I was looking for you?" He spoke.

You almost fainted when you heard the familiar voice, unable to say something because of the shock.

Just when you were starting to settle down and stop worrying. He had found you. After 5 years he still couldn't forget you.

You were about to look for something to hit him with, but then you started feeling sleepy. As you were about to shut your eyes from tiredness, you glanced at the drink on your desk, a student had given it to you. Maybe now you understood how the kid knew your favourite drink.

You woke up with your hands cuffed to a metal pole, bodies were laying all around you, and when you tried to scream for help you realised your mouth was taped shut. Sanzu appeared from one of the two doors at either side of your shoulder. In his hands he held thumbscrews, a bunch of knives, and guns.

“Don't worry doll I won't be using these on you”

He pulled one of the many men who were tied up and mouth taped shut, the same as you. He sat him on the chair and began to speak again

“I always loved the way you reacted whenever I'd beat someone up in front of you, now I'm gonna make you watch me absolutely ruin these bodies”

Your eyes swelled up with tears, regretting running away from Sanzu. Knowing who he was, you were so naive to think he would leave you alone.

Blood was oozing out of their skulls, nails missing from their fingers, it was like he was disecting a body, eyes missing from their eye socket, heads laying around you. He even cut up someone and taped him back together so you could have a buddy. But he ended up throwing him out the window and into a dumpster because his head fell onto your lap.

And finally, after he was done messing with you mentally and physically. He ended your misery.

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Day 5: Bloody | Prompts by @fruit-of-infidelity | Masterlist

“It’s so peaceful when it’s just the two of us,” Yui turned to Sayo with a smile. 

The two had stopped at a park on their way home from school. They didn’t have any of the Sakamaki brothers with them for once, which was a blessing for the both of them. They could just enjoy their time together. That’s why they had stopped. They wanted to take advantage of this alone time while they could. 

“It really is. I wish we had time like this more often. Maybe we should start sneaking away?”

Sayo grinned, indicating it was a joke. Sayo didn’t care about sneaking off but knew it was a different story for Yui, who would get into trouble for it considering the difference in their freedom. 

“I wish we could,” Yui giggled. “But I suppose if it happened too often, it wouldn’t feel special anymore, right?” 

“You always look at things in such a positive light,” she couldn’t help but smile. “I really admire that about you.”

“R-Really…?” Yui’s cheeks flushed, considering she didn’t expect the sudden compliment. 

“Yeah,” she chuckled at the girl’s reaction. “No matter the situation, you find something good about it. That’s pretty amazing. I couldn’t do it.”

“I don’t know about that…”

“Just take the compliment, silly,” Sayo laughed. 

“O-Okay,” Yui laughed along with her. 

All of a sudden, a howl interrupted them. They glanced around in surprise.

“Have you heard? There have been wolves spotted in the area recently,” Yui said. 

“Wolves? What are they doing all the way out in town? That’s strange…” 

“I agree,” Yui frowned. “That howling sounds really close…”

“Yeah…as much as I don’t want to go back, we should probably get going,” Sayo sighed. 

As she went to grab her bag, she spotted the source of the howling a ways away from them. There were four wolves hiding in a group of trees. 

“Yui…stay calm. The wolves are right over there,” she said, motioning in their direction. “We need to slowly make our way out of here, alright?” 

“R-Right…” 

Sayo took Yui’s hand, leading her away as carefully as possible to avoid drawing the attention of the wolves. But unfortunately it was them the wolves were tracking in the first place. No amount of sneaking around would help now that the wolves had finally found them. 

To the girls’ horror, the wolves immediately followed them. 

“W-What do we do?!” Yui exclaimed under her breath. 

“I’m not sure…” Sayo muttered. “I’ll think of something. I don’t know if we can outrun wolves, but I guess that’s the only thing we can do for now.”

“O-Okay!”

And so, they ran, but as expected, the wolves were hot on their trail. It didn’t take long for them to catch up. 

Yui screamed as one lunged at her. Sayo stepped in front of her, slashing at the wolf with her pocket knife. It yelped, falling back for a moment. The wolves paused, not expecting their prey to fight back. 

“Yui, run! Go get one of the brothers or something! I’ll hold the wolves off!” Sayo yelled, standing her ground, pocket knife held out in front of her. 

“I can’t leave you!” Yui shook her head, tears in her eyes. 

“You aren’t, you’re going to get help. Now hurry and go! This is just wasting time!”

Yui hesitated. She didn’t want to leave Sayo….but there wasn't anything she could do. If she stayed, Sayo would be at a disadvantage trying to protect her. The best thing she could do was try to get the brothers, like Sayo said. 

“I’ll be back!” Yui finally exclaimed as she ran off. 

Sayo let out a sigh of relief once she was gone. One of the wolves tried to run after her, but Sayo immediately attacked it. The wolves were aggressive to begin with, but now it seemed they were even more so…because they were angry one of them got away. And they were turning that rage against Sayo. 

“What have I gotten myself into…?” She grit her teeth, bracing for their attacks. 

Sayo was clinging to consciousness sometime later as she coughed up blood. 

She was no match for four wolves. She knew that when she let Yui run away. She knew that someone probably wouldn’t come in time to help. That was proven now as she limped from tree to tree, using them as supports to walk. 

The wolves had run off after a while, but not after doing a lot of damage. She was badly wounded from their attacks. And yet somehow, she managed to get back to the Sakamaki manor after quite some time.

The brothers were gathered in the entranceway along with Yui, who was still trying to convince them that Sayo needed help. 

“Sayo?! You’re hurt!” Yui cried out when she saw Sayo. 

She immediately ran over to the girl, helping her to a seat. 

“So you weren’t lying…?” Ayato muttered. 

“We need to get you help!” Yui continued to fret over her. “We should take you to a hospital!”

“That will not be necessary,” Reiji sighed. “I will take care of it. Just give me a moment.”

With that, he walked upstairs to his room. 

Laito opened his mouth to make a comment, but noticed Sayo’s eyes were closed. He moved to get a closer look, only to see she had passed out from exhaustion. 

“Her scent is too damn strong…” Ayato decided to leave the room. 

Kanato and Shu followed his lead. The only ones to stay were Laito and Subaru. 

“Think she’ll be okay…?” Subaru muttered after a moment. 

“She’ll be fine. Reiji is taking care of it, after all,” Laito replied. 

As much as he had a problem with Reiji when it came to Sayo, he had to admit he had talent when it came to this sort of thing. Everything would be fine. And sure enough, her injuries began to heal when Reiji forced her to drink the concoction he came up with. 

He stayed, along with the other three, as they waited for her to wake up. It didn’t take much longer. 

“God…” Sayo scrunched up her nose when she glanced down at herself. “I need a bath…I’m covered in blood…”

Laito smirked, opening his mouth to make a comment.

She glared, speaking before he could. “Don’t even start.”

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5 Ranger(s?) of the Immune

Ghoul/FemOC . Lucy&common characters

Summery - Altered by Vault Tec to withstand the radiation, Carrion walks the aftermath plagued with a guilted sense of servitude since she can withstand what they can not. The Ghoul has found her again and needs another favor. Their dance of crossing paths sparks another adventure. But… after what happened last time….

Chapter 5: The Last Glass

A/n - This chapter was horrible. Cursed. Uploaded. Deleted. Reloaded with so much going wrong.. ugh. Thank Prozac it's finally up. Spelling errors because I was just so mad at the editing. 

Chems is what she relied on, but they never fully deterred her dreams and there were nights she cried in her memories, and twitched against what haunted her. With as close that time had brought them, Rambler could read how Carrion slept with learned experience and there were nights he'd stay awake because of how her body turned.

He'll watch over her as she travels her trauma while himself in a fog of massive guilt the chems never cover. 

He knows what she's dreaming of.

They came in the night, but she had been awake.  

They knocked on the door very quietly, but she had heard.  

They asked her to come, and she asked where? The only glared and asked her again. 

“Who are you?” 

“Vault Tec.” 

“You're not dressed as Vault Tec.” 

They held up a paper with her signature at the bottom. A contract she signed regarding a relocation she agreed to. As long as she was supplemented and they shoved her way a stack of money and told her to come. There was no more asking. 

She asked to gather some things.  Reluctantly they gave her 5 minutes, but how they hadn't offered this upset her greatly. 

“5 minutes before what?” She chuckled but they only looked angry. 

“Before we enact clause 5.”  

In clause five she agreed to let them force her. 

She shoves clothes and toiletries in her bag with some little keepsakes that meant the most. She then takes the polaroid of her and Cooper off the fridge, scribbled on the back a short message, and told the group that there was one thing she needed to get out front before quickly sticking the polaroid under the empty bottle of brandy from that very first time they talked.  

“Ready.” She shifts the bag in her hand.  

“Vault Tech thanks you for your sacrifice.” 

Life was hell after that. 

In darkness. In pain. In endless time.

Right through the door all her clothes were stripped and she was given a single light blue jumpsuit. No shoes or socks. Her number was marked in orange on her back and either arm. 

6262 

A number branded into the side of her neck like she was cattle. Forever to be covered by a scarf as it made her feel the weakest when eyes rest upon it.

The first day they all were told to pick a new name. The old them was dead. The new, to be born. 

The unimaginable abuse came quickly after this.  

They were all shoved into a dark bunk room with propaganda posters and metal bunk beds and nothing else but a hip height wall and a single toilet. Assigned by their sex, here they would go through a violent detox in the low lit and hot room. 

Screaming. Sweat. Hallucinations of Cooper and other people from her most recent conversations. Her cheek is touched by her mother as she lays dying in her bunk, a woman with a featureless face who sings her a song she had long forgotten while she cried real tears that mixed with her sweat on the cheap rubber mattress.

The first of the weak died during this time. Time she was blind to but heard all of. They perished from detox… or hunger… 

"You failed because you were weak. VAULT TEC aims to make you strong." She replays the poster was hung outside the chamber door. 

The detox killed off her body enough for a state of mind she never experienced before. 

Extreme hunger

Extreme thirst.

She’d never admit to what happened after that to anyone but Cooper. A short, traumatic story of how she opened a woman who had lay a few bunks from her. A woman Caroline had watched slowly die. 

It wasn't her fault.  

She was delusional. 

It had been so long.

The darkness concealed her.

The others understood.  

There was no other way. 

Or they would die to.

Carrion was born in the dark of the mass murder cell, her psyche scarred by the shadows of faceless screaming and wailing as everyone suffered. Hot sweat dripped off her body, the humidity of flesh dripping down the walls.. That hour where she knelt over the dead and ate and drank she did so like a beast in primal survival.

Number 5324.

A tattoo she later got inked across the knuckles of the hand that fed her her first bite.

Once those who survived detoxed from more than just drugs, but also their human morals, they were forced to shower publicly at the mercy of masked women with hoses. The disgust on the front of all their suits sent a message to each other they all ate into someone, the filth showing they all came from the same hell. 

Sent into a jail-like holding general population space, now cleaned off and redressed to feel a shred of human, the steel tunnel space was quiet the first few days as the sun was heavily missed as the space was cold and fake.  

Carrion decided she did not like The Vaults and that she missed her little trailer very much..

Rambler watches her body change from a mourning whimper, to a tense, jaw clenched and body twitching sleep.

“I'm sorry." He whispers an apology of personal accountability that he can't seem to say in front of her. Gently, he lays his hand on her back.

Doctors took everything they could from her that first day when they called her from her cell.

A finger nail is unceremoniously yanked from her finger as she screamed. A tooth from her mouth just the same way. A strip of skin cut off the back of her arm.  A needle is then shoved into her gums, the bottom of her eye and then her spine, all for her fluids.

“Through pain, you shall prosper.” Said the poster pinned to the wall across from her.  

She'd fight the others because she had to. Mentally ill, suddenly trapped and caged and sober, the next batch would taper off slowly, but only a couple.  

This is where Carrion gained a vicious, deep and jagged scar across her shoulder and back. A shard of something she’d long forgotten the material of because it didn’t real matter to remember.

Another dead.

But this time at her hand a nd this brought a new, worse living situation that was sold as a reward.

Glass boxes. 

“To Have Change. You Must Withstand Chaos.”

The next batch died when they started Injections. Tests of various kinds, and she watched the horridness of humans as she sat up, strapped to a bed, covered in wires, tubes and machines for the majority of her first while there. 

She watched people turn into feral animals; people slamming their heads against walls until their skulls broke or neck snapped as they wrack their faces against something or nothing. She watched People bleed out every orifice as others pace their cells, screaming conversations to people who weren't there. And of course to God. The man across from her, she’d watch him dig his own eyes out before soon after biting off his own tongue.

She seemed to keep surviving, though not without her own agony and side effects. At some point she just shut down as she lived in a box aside others who lived the same beside others. Each with blacked out walls but clear fronts. 

She documented her results in her mind.  

She gained weight but in muscle and bone density. 

Her nails became unbreakable, so, they shaved them down regularly into claws and forced her to test them.

Wood. Brick. She could even puncture metal. They could be used to climb and shaped to cut like the sharpest blade. All this and they never broke and her fingers never strained.

Her lungs are toughened with each forced submersion into water in sessions that lasted until she fell into unconsciousness. Trials where she was trained to fix various machines with little time and no air.

Surface. Or suffer. But never allowed to die.  

The exercise was rigorous and took place in large rooms with high heat and low air. Mixed athleticism of parkour and melee combat that went on past the point of her vomiting. Whenever she went down. They were sure to get her back up.

  “Through pain you will overcome.  Through knowledge you will succede”

The worst was the radiation chambers.  

Stripped naked and shoved into a box filled with radiated gas until her skin melted off her and she eventually passed out. Her cries were muted in the walls. Her blood mixed with the memories of others. The only thing they could never seem to clean away were the panicked scratches left on the walls from everyone before and after her. Longer and longer each time which only meant more and more painful torture.

“You signed up on your own freewill.” 

There came a day after countless days later where they won and she died. Not physically. That has already happened a few times… But the day after they took her uterus she went numb to everything she assumed she'd spend the rest of her life experiencing. She ate when given food without an opinion of what it was. She drank when she was thirsty. She sat for hours unmoving, and did her tasks robotically and correctly. She sat in her chair and learned the lessons of nature survival like healing and foraging and camping. She took her torture with black ringed eyes and a quiet demeanor. 

She only felt a life within her when one day she was presented with a puppy. A little shepherd in a little harness with her little leather leash. 

Nuka.  

Her jumpsuit changed to a suit she was fitted for and would describe more as a adventures outfit that was green, brown and a blue accent. A long brown coat. A cowboys hat. The guns she was best with, she was presented with. Arm cuffs are strapped, a mechanism is taught to her how to extract the indestructible curved blades within. Her boots are far more comfortable and slightly more heavy.  

“These shoes were made for walking,” someone from some show she watched had once said.  

And then there came graduation day.

A pipboy is strapped to one arm as on the other a tattoo gun brands her wrist, a metallic gun injecting a chip quickly after just below. The pinch and pain she wont feel as such a simple pain is far past her. And with that, after days on top of countless days that felt like a lifetime and a single week all in one wrapped maddess; on an unknown month she was taken from the vault with a group of six others and flown with their puppies to a new location. 

Cave 331. 

Ranger Headquarters of New England.  

Road Island.

…..

Post bomb-

Where as long as humans have been studied there's been one rule that has remained a constant, and that is that human beings are incredibly easy to manipulate.

Apparently, so are ghouls.

As long as Carrion had walked the ragged wasteland with Cooper Howard, she had sat in the front row of his ghoulification. It had been steady and slow process downward. She was not there for the very beginning of it, but would remain long enough to see the man change substantially physically as well as mentally. One trait in particular that stuck out to her was the ever growing aphrodisiac-like drive that fresh fallen blood that had befallen over him and when last tested, now teetered on the edge of his control.

It had started small and with the animals and things that they had killed by taking his meat a little too rare, soon advancing to tasting from the spot of the kill they just made when he thought he was alone. He never drank the blood of another human for a very, very long time as much as she was aware, but she did know that she was his first.

That started slow just like everything else. A lingering look on a cut, to the twisting grab of his hand on her body as he examined her wounds with a little bit too much attention.. To one day outright asking her if he could taste her.  

Perhaps, one of her biggest mistakes was that she had said yes.

He had always played his cards and always supplied the situation accordingly to coerce his darkness in his favor. And she fell with a grace and let him bite her lip a little too hard that one time. She had let him caress her with the edge of a blade and both went on to act surprised when her skin broke, and both said nothing when his tongue made its way across the bleeding slice. It turned out it was her weakness too. Not so much blood, but an arousal for pain, where on that first night where she let him push his boundary and cut an intentional line down her back he had ended the night for both of them in a hot, aggressive finish. 

For her to feel the tease of the knife before the sharp nitch into her flesh, the lustmade damage he'd hush her discomfort over smoothly with the darkened tone she loved, to the warm lines of her dripping blood that followed the curve of her body perfectly….. It was the attention… Oh, she loved the attention he gave her when she was met with such a violent hunger. Feral in nature, his hands would grip her tightly and his nails would dig into her skin as he clawed himself in, prying to be deeper inside her skin and drink her to the marrow. His movements were whatever she wanted but with heavy intent until he didn't care anymore as the more blood he took, the more drive he did incur.

These were her games; violent games that he would come to openly admit to learning to love as well.

So what she had done that morning was more than a tense awakening, but a coerce to the already weak psyche of the ghoul. Another game to pull at the tendrils of the human drive for physical release. She was ignorant to the fact that he had spent most of the last 30 years in a coffin, which made his desire to be in her skin even greater, but when she laughed into his body that morning as the scribe walked away and the world woke up, she laughed because she knew what she had done to fracture his stance.

Rambler wouldn’t leave her side for the entire day, hardly wondering further than the chains around her ferals. She goes on to act indifferent to his occasional side-swept reminders of his madness. He could hardly keep his hands off her, a few times, putting himself in a precarious view with an out-of-the-way motion he normally wouldn’t have made. The drive for her is not an unfamiliar one but one of madness he hasn't felt, or had to control, for decades.

Maximus, Lucy and O’Conner would lead that day, then Ghoul, then Carrion who nudge him ahead with her foot when he lazied his way by her stirrups. He’d grunt, and then pick up speed. 

The forest would break slowly, trees and foliage spotting away and thinning out. The terrain would turn rocky and against what Ghoul advised, they’d take the curving mountain road upwards past the burnt out cars and decayed kills. Which, besides that, would be a beautiful travel and one that would take them from that day into the next. Their goal, the town on the other side of the crest, a place Carrion advised for more than the rationalization of Mclaine stopping there too, but also it was the last settlement she held direct long term communication with for the last 20 years. The last town the actions of The Filter Change touched. She hadn’t been there for a while, but knew she was known enough to buy what she needed at a discount for her services. Her name may have been known there, but past the upcoming point of Old Monterey, she had hardly dedicated more than a days work and nights stay for decades. 

The hours ran together. They walked the well worn away road, the dogs cleared the way, crew searched the cars and corpses and at night they stopped, set camp between a circle of crashed cars that held the remnants of other campers. Like other nights, when the fire was out and Carrion deemed it safe, she would scamper away behind another car to take her drugs out of the sight of the group. And like the other nights, the Ghoul would follow her soon after.

But there was a crack growing in the privacy of their rekindling, O’Conner started catching on to something nefarious in nature, as that night before he fully fell asleep he grumbled to a stand to take another piss to find the two of them gone and a sort of chatter and soft mechanical hissing seeping from the shadows of walled privacy. He didn’t intervene, but kept this in mind with a disgusted curl of the lip. 

Ghoul fuckers were a heavily hated type across the wasteland; a damning factor for any human, but the situation between Carrion and The Ghoul was hardly explained enough to be understood. O’Conner would have rather not known though… at least.. not right now.

The only people they came to an injunction with they outnumbered, the towering power armor with leg lacing snarling dogs just on its own created a pathway as those who also wondered chose to step over the edge and allow all the group by as the rear lead ferals and the ranger on horseback kept from any flank attack. Ghoul had wondered the wasteland for a very long time, though for the first time in a group of this build. It was far easier, though, far more noticeable. Perhaps they should have stayed to the woods?

As the land flattened and eventually the road leads them to the end where a heavily populated pass-through town sits, Carrion would push to the front as they cleared the landing of the mountain pass late that afternoon.

Using her influence for favor, the guards at the built up boulder walls of the old mining town only questioned her for a moment before pulling the old lead gate open.  The group would walk into the tall between gated space where the sky was opened but the walls were bulilt to tall and to slick to escape from. The old mining town, Thistle, was rebuilt from the remnants of what used to be.

Carrion would dismount and tie the horse and ferals to the holding posts that lined either side, Max convinced eventually to leave behind the powerarmor and then pressured again into passing over the fusion core that he gave to Carrion who pocketed it.

At the second gate they’d be checked in at, The Ghoul was stopped with a hand amd adjusting of guns.

“You know him,” Carrion snapped. 

“Not in the last 15 years I’ve worked here.”

Ghoul and Carrion passed each other a look before she walked up to the guards shoulder and pushed down his arm. 

“He’s here on my invite.”

The two guards look at each other before the second guard shrugged and the first turned back to her, 

“Ya. Just. Keep an eye on him.”

“Like a leash.” She sighed as Ghoul walked by the guards with a turn off his lip. 

“What was that about?” Lucy asked as they closed into a group. 

“New generation of guards,” Carrion addressed nervously, another glance over the back of her shoulder at Ghoul who was busy survaying their surroundings.

The actual homes are built in the mines here, leaving only shops and stalls a story or two tall to make up a settlement.

“You got anything you need to buy?” She asked him, and he’d nod before passing a bag of caps into her hand.

“They won’t sell to him.” Maximus explained quietly to Lucy as she watched the transaction. “Watch, he won’t go anywhere without her.”

“We eat. We trade. We either stay and sleep in a place we can shower and have a bed.. or we carry on. What’s the plan?” O'Connor asked as they joined under the awning of a building.

“I think Rambler and I should get what we need as a group… at least while we are at peak acceptance. Don’t need a fucking kid hustling and causing an issue... I don’t think enough people remember him.”

“Should they?” Lucy asked as both her and Ghoul nodded.

  “We used to be quite notable. He’s held his own title of course, a notorious bounty hunter... But his less than clean job history and physical asthetic was carried by me with money transfers and settlement restrictions.” 

“So he relies on you.” O’Conner chuckled and Ghoul snarled. 

“Ghoul bias is real. Regardless of job history.”

They’d meet at the tavern and pay for two rooms. 8 walls. 2 doors that locked. A rare sense of security for Ghoul. A bed something he had not experienced in a very long time.

Carrion and him went to resupply as the others did their thing, internally between them hopeful their presence would pull their past partnership out of the cobwebbing corners.

They had once been notorious. Not long for the 200 plus years they had walked the wasteland, but a lifetime for the children of the new generation that stood by and watched them. Now they were adults, and Carrion could tell that some stories hadn’t been shared in a very long time. 

She was well known and waited on with a warmth of reputation. But her companion was a deter. The sons and daughters of the shop keeps looked at her with a side eye as she passed them caps and they passed her goods. They whispered until their parents smacked them and set them straight as the two walked out the door. But not all of them had parents to correct these brash assumptions. 

It would take about an hour before Carrion was passed a key by Lucy and sheepishly told she would be sharing the room with Ghoul. Carrion tried to reason with her. Maybe the men could sleep togeather? But Lucy just looked at Carrion with pleading eyes. She wanted time with her man as well. Howeve slow and awkward what they’d had was. 

Sighing, Carrion grabbed the key and would lead her and Ghoul out.

Carrion groaned internally the moment she saw the room. Listless, dull red walls. A drsk with a chair. A buro. 2 windows with red listelless and dull curtians. A bathroom. A closet and... one bed. There was also small couch she'd make him sleep on. Or the floor.. like he was used to. Like the dog he was... with her dogs. 

She smiled to herself as they unloaded the amo, rations and whatever else onto the couch, her ignoring the cooking feeling at her side. 

"Been a while since we shared a bed."

"I figured you'd sleep on the floor."

"I figured you'd say that," Rambler takes a few stimpacks from the pile and loads them into his inner jacket. "So I figured you have to make me."

"You'd enjoy that to much."

He'd chuckle as a responce. 

The tavern was full, rowdy and excitable. An energy that only faltered when she and the ghoul walked by, still at Carrions shoulder, still with his main goal to avoid a conflict he really didn’t mind settling to remind these kids of who he was. To him it didn’t matter, if they didn't know of him, then they just hated Ghouls in general and he was used to that. But those etchings of the stories that were told of him, he knew were the only thing currently keeping them back.

All if this is normal for him, but as the time in the town wore on, he noticed Carrion becoming quite bothered and, in an attractive nature, quite protective of him.

“Ghoul fucker,”  The whisper was loud enough for the table to hear, but most importantly Carrion, who at first ignored it, before she heard it again..

“These fucking Ghoul Fuckers piss me the fuck off. You can smell em, they smell of rotted semen.”

She’s out of the chair against the hissing objections at the table, circling and landing at the table over. These boys couldn’t have been more than 30. Of course they didn’t remember, she looks them over as they pass bashful grins across to each other.

"What did you call me?”

“Why would I call you anything, oh, ms. Ranger of the Immune?”

Even this was a mocking, and her eyes narrow as a simmer of chuckles swept the table. 

“Right,” she looks back at her table, all of who look at her. Max and Lucy pleadong with their eyes for her to not escalate while Rambler and O'Conner sat ready to go.

She then glanced around the tavern at those who are starting to peak attention.

 “So you know who I am. You know what I’ve done for this town.”

The boy shrugged before finding his balls in his throat. “Just don’t know why we need someone like you touching our machines.”

“And what is “someone like me?”

“A ghoul fucker.”

The tavern is silent and Carrion nods her head before looking over the table. She takes the glass of water in front of the boy and drinks down the entirety of it, ahhing when she’s finished and placing the cup where it was before tossing a few caps on the table. 

She nods at the boys and gives the young man a smile before saying loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Everything that is about to happen, is your fault. But the punishment is shared with everyone who never taught you properly, and to everyone who didn’t step in now.”

And with that and her dogs, Carrion leaves the tavern. The space is silent for a moment before the severity of the situation sets in and cups and utensils are slammed on tables and everyone is getting out of their seats.

Of course her team catches up first, the dogs allowing only them in before snarling and spitting at the approaching crowd who are all calling her name. But Carrion registered none of it as she walks straight and determined. 

Where’s she going?” Lucy asked Ghoul, who walked with a pep in his step and a light in his eye. 

“Well. The water filter, of course,”

The water filter was not like the one from the town Lucy first met Carrion in. It was a domed electrified fenced cat walk that seemed to be first a military base, and had remained secure.

She took from her waist her keys and put one into the lock without question of which one, before putting her wrist under the barcode scanner. Her ranger ID brought her access into the catwalk, and she quickly slammed the door shut behind her, continuing unnerved and unapologetically down the path to the computer system as the town gathered at the pier of the catwalk.

The Ghoul has a dark grin on his face as he laced fingers over the handrail as he watches her go, while Lucy and Max and O’Connor express concern at the growing crowd.

The towns cries echo the lake as they gather on the dock on eitherside of the catwalk. They are calling after her, begging for something to change and telling the young man to apologize, but she has none of it. She's dragging her nails over the surrounding fence, shots of bright sparks igniting behind her, glaring out her face.

She walks until she hears one voice out of the crowd that draws her attention and stops, now a little more than halfway down the cat walk. An older woman with a shaky voice calls her name, and this one out of all of the rest, she not only hears but acknowledges turning to look through the fence with care at the late aged woman who stood at the piers edge.

“Please,” the old woman speaks as the town quiets, “he knows not of what he says, he’s just a young man.”

This only seems to frustrate her further, she slides her nails over the gate as the people wait and watch her. She looks around before speaking for all to hear.

“They are not children if they run your shops and buy your wears. This is now the next generation, and I can tell that only half of my stories have been told to the point where those who once looked up at us when we walked past when they were children, speak out right to me nothing but degrading commentary like I haven't done the world for all of you. So how is this? I will take what I have given, and I will leave the land to rot, and when THEY tell the story of what happened to their town, I’m sure it will not be left out how unmerciful I had become when I had once been so kind.”

With that, she turns away and continues down the cat walk. Theres another gate she opens by pushing her finger down on a pad that punctured her finger and took her blood, opening the door into a covered section with a dull lit screen of a computer at the back.

She connects her pipboy, puts in a few codes and with a rumble and a squeak in a mechanical brake, the water filter and distribution machine grinds itself to a stop.

She pulls the connecting chord out and turns back to the crowd brandishing her guns just as Cooper and Max do the same since there’s a growing anger that now sits in the air.

“You can’t do that!” someone cries, forgetting who they talk to yet again.

"Rangers have built this and we have maintained it for over 200 years, and I can choose what I continue to provide in my jurisdiction today.”

“We will die!” another townsperson says as she clears the gate, her finger on the trigger of her gun.

They’re all ready for a fight, but they know the town will not give them one. This is the moment of bargaining and of apologizing, and for attempting to right the wrong for a time that has has passed without her. Instead of darkening any chance that she would ever come back again, the town quiets and moves out of their way.

The mayor steps forward, announcing himself as he does so. He asks Carrion to explain exactly what happened, and she does before the town echos a murmur of dissatisfaction at the young boy, who would go down before the towns courts and later be punished before outright banished until the return of the water, much to the cry of his mother. 

“So you’re just going to leave us?” The mayor winced, his eyes sad, his expression lost

“The rest of the wasteland has survived all this time without the benefit that I have supplied you. Learn from them, and you will survive just as the rest have… and if not, well, again, my story will reign true. I was once merciful before I was unkind..”

They would not spend the night in the motel rooms to the dissatisfaction of literally everyone around her. But Carrion had given Lucy and Max the option to stay, but she had made it known that she was not about to. With tensions high now around his entirety and with his loyalty known, Rambler would leave with Carrion without question as Lucy and Max would give each other a sad expression as everyone went forth to the rented rooms and gathered up all of their belongings. O’Connor seemingly most upset, for he had missed the days of having a basic cot and wished to be able to lay in a bed for even just a couple of hours.

Within a couple of hours, the crew was resupplied and left behind them a meaningful message that would travel the land far faster than they could. Everyone in the town qnd towns traveled would be told their story.

True to her ways, Carrion does plan to come back and turn back on the water. She understands how now their travel as a group has been announced, but to her it is worth it, because news of her and Ramblers reuniting would curve far more than insults from the ignorant in the future.

......

Prebomb Era:

Mister, Howard?”

The cowboy turned around with the trademark smile on his face to greet the black suited Vault Tec associate he's never met. Upon his lepel he wears an unfamiliar silver pin along with silver accents on his features. Not a trace of blue and he walked with a rather stiff motion to his joints, the small suitcase in hand wouldn't even swing with his step. How very odd. Coopers smile falters.

The suitcase was handed over fluidly though they were in public which was awkward and he looked around before taking it. A sense of discomfort washed over him as the man wore a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“What's this?” He chuckled, taking the case and laying it out in his hand as he fumbled the latches with the other.

“For your Sacrifice to Vault Tec. This is the first of what we hope will be a continual payout overtime.” 

He opened the suitcase, money in fresh bills flash before him but he doesn't smile. His stomach churns as he feels the beginning of a curse rot in his organs as he thanks the man with another uncomfortable look over his features before he turns around and races off to Caroline's trailer as calmly as he could outwardly present.

He finds a ghostly silence that is felt more than heard. He somehow knows theres no point in knocking. Going around the trailer he finds their polaroid left behind, placed under a familiar empty whiskey bottle on the side of the table he had always sat.

With his mouth drying and breathing caught in his chest, Cooper flips the picture to the back

 “Coop. Adventure time. Wish me luck.

<3 "

…..

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TDC Episode 2: All Aboard part 2

A/N: *This season of TDC all players are adults even the reboot ones. they are 20, PI are 24, ROTI are 25 and the Original cast are 27.*

Previous Episode:

All Aboard part 1

Recap Voice Over:

"Last Time on Total Drama Cruiser! 36 crew member were brought back for an exciting new season, divided in to 4 teams of 9. some liked their teams others not so much. We learned why some people didn't return to the game and we also found out who might be this season's antagonist jajaja. We also found out the way of elimination the plank of shame. who will be the first one to dive into shark infested waters? and who will be setting foot in our economy class? Find out right here on Total! Drama! Cruise!"

Chris and the crew mates were all on the beach of Hawaii a familiar beach for everyone who was a spectator of the World Tour Finally "Today's challenge we will be divided into 3 parts. first part you will decide who will sit out of the second and third part of the challenge." Chris smirked as he pointed to the four cages "That person will sit there on their first half and they have to eat disgusting food prepared by today's surprise guess. World Tour's Winner, Alejandro!" As Chriss announces who would be preparing the disgusting food, a Helicopter drops Alejandro with him Heather. "Al Buddy, I am only needed you. That who I'm paying only 50 dollars. " Chris said "Well, I don't go anywhere with out Alejandro" Heather spoke as she held Alejandro's hand. "So these are the pathetic looser you chose for your new season?" Alejandro sneered as he saw everyone "Oh looked an Eel dipped in Grease." Noah said. "Al" Justin said "Justin" Alejandro replied. Justin glaring at him while Alejandro just smirked.

"I hate that smooth talker! He thinks he is better than me because he could get more people to fall for him! He is nothing compared to me! I'm the original pretty boy! He is just a copy!" Justin's Confessional.

"The Last person to puke their disgusting food would get a 5 min head start in the next part of the challenge." Chris said "Alejandro and Heather will make the grossest food, while each of you choose who is going to eat from your own team." Everyone looked at eachother and they got in circle. Screaming Eagles: "Okay Team, we need someone who isn't grossed out easily and cost us the advantage." Carlos said taking the lead "Blainley can't do it because she cheated during her gross food challenge." Blainley glared at him "Who volunteers? Kyle? Julia? Your season had really disgusting food." Carlos pointed out "Yeah but I wasn't the one to eat a type wyrm that was Julia." Kyle smirked as Julia glared at him "Gross! No I am not Doing it! Why not you big guy?" She points to rodney "You were raised on a farm" Everyone turns to Rodney "Me? I.. Uhhh.. well you see...." Rodney began stuttering before he shrugs. "It might be the best plan, most of us here dont tolerate gross foods" Trent said thinking back to season 1. "And I can't eat anything gross! Not Even Chef's Food!" Anna Maria said. "That's because paying attention to your physical appearance is a cry of help! and you secretly love the fact that you can get to be yourself with daniel." Dawn said as Anne Maria glared t Dawn.

"Carlos and maybe Kyle, Julia and Rodney seem to be the only other strong competitors in our team... Blainley should go out as soon as we get a change and Carlos and Trent agree. But right now I need to focus and don't let my anger take over" Eva's Confessional.

"So Rodney is our pick?" Eva asked. "Seems like it." Kyle said smiling. Julia then pulls Kyle aside "Hey We need to talk" She told him as he pulled him away from the team "Yes Julia?" He asked "You know we are at A voting dis advantage right? If we lose, Eva, Carlos, Trent, Dawn and Anne Maria could team up to vote us off. We are the newbies and despite our differences we have to work together at least until we reach the merge." Julia said as Kyle listened "Yeah but how can i trust you? You aren't exactly trustworthy Julia. I Haven't forgotten what You did to Caleb and Priya." Kyle said with his hands on his hips "True I am not exactly trust worthy. But. If we could work together we could ride the challenges." She said. "Yeah but if we work together our team will avoid most eliminations, Not Counting Blainley and Anne Maria the rest of us are good at challenges." Kyle said "That what we need. Work together and not Kill each other in the prosses." Julia though about it "You are right..." She said.

"Kyle, is smart. and He knows how to play well as a team... which is why he can't stay longer that 25th place. I'll keep him for as long as I can and then Boot him. Like his Cousin Eric he always make it far and I am planning to stop that." Julia's Confessional.

"I don't trust Julia One bit! But if I can help my team work together we could ride off every challenge without going to the poop deck and manage to avoid elimination. With me, Carlos, Julia, Eva, Trent, Dawn and Rodney. we have a fair chance. I'm doing this for Wayner and Rajie.... and Bowie. and to get back into the Hockey team. If i prove that I can be a team player the coach has to let me back right?" Kyle's Confessional.

Killer Hornets: "Okay so which of us has the most Iron stomach?" Daniel asked as all The girls looked away avoiding Daniel's eye. "Great.. None of us have guts." Noah said as he looked at everyone "Yeah, My Great Great Great Great Great Great-" Daniel sighed "For Crying out loud Stacy be useful and shut your damn Mouth for once!" He snapped. "I Vote Staci for the eating part!" Sadie said as she raised her hand. "Me too." Katie said smiling "What?! Why me" Stacy replied. "I'm not against it" Daniel smirked "Sure why not. Nichelle? Sammy? Jane? Beardo?" Noah asked "Fine by me! I don't like disgusting foods" Sammy said. Both Beardo and Jane agreed. "I also agree with that." Nichelle said as they all looked at Stacy who is worried and confused.

"I had to take the leadership role of my team. we are the worst team. Worst than the grips. Maybe I need a new game strategy this season." Daniel's confessional.

"It's strange to see Daniel take a leader ship role. He usually stays in the back hidden. But I don't blame him. Have you seen our team?" Noah's confessional.

"My Great Great great Great great great grandfather created prisons, Before him, people used to walk cuffed all around and even ran away and policeman had to round them up.... And My great Great great great great-" Stacy's Confessional.

"So yeah, this team sucks.... At least my previous teams had good players, but this one?! This one is the worst! The other three teams are better especially the Pidgeon's, They have a mutant! A Mutant! They have the advantage." Jane's Confessional.

Ferocious Pidgeons: "Okay we all have to agree that Dakotazoid will do the first part of the challenge right?" Bryan said as he rounded up the team. "And why should we listen to you man?" Tyler asked as he looked at Bryan "You haven't been the best player in previous seasons and a cheater mind you." Geoff added. "Sam yeah... You are like Alejandro and Heather but Worst" Sam said.

"I am nothing Like Alejandro or Heather! And I learned strategy, My girl back home aka Courtney taught me a few strategies i could use to make it far, And one thing is being a team player. She made me watch every season of total drama, learn from everyone's mistakes." Bryan's Confessional.

"I fine with Bryan's Plan" Dakotazoid said as Bryan smiled "Alright who is against it?" He looked at the others and they stayed silent "Good, with Dakotazoid we might win this first half." He smiled.

Turkeys of Death: "I volunteer myself for the challenge" Ezekiel said "With my toxic saliva i could dissolve the food and when i eat it I wont have must taste." He said as everyone looked at him "But isn't eating Toxines dangerous for you" Millie asked. "Not since i got mutated in Chris' mine." He said nodding. "I like you enthusiasm Zeke, but Ripper is the grossest one here, I bet he can eat without vomiting" Sierra said. "Me? why?!" He asked. "Mmmm I don't know.... Be who do you think should do the challenge?" Brick asked B and B pointed at Ripper. "agreed." Brick added. "I think Zeke should do it if he want's to do it" Justin said smiling

"If Zeke's looses us the advantage guess who the team votes for.... Yeah Mutant Homeschool. This is my season. I need to show them that I'm a better version of my Action self." Justin's confessional.

"What do you think cutie" Justin asked Amy who had been staring at him. "Oh me? Uh I vote Zeke!" She smiled and looks away blushing. "okay that's 3 votes Zeke, 3 votes Ripper. Millie? Topher Ripper?" Sierras asked them "Definitely I vote ripper!" Millie said. "And I vote Zeke I don't want to eat disgusting Foods!"

"Justin is so attractive!" Amy's Confessional.

"I won't eat anything disgusting! I made a deal with Axel's brother that i will refrain from gross things!" Ripper's Confessional.

"I vote for....." Topher began as both Zeke and Ripper waited with anticipation for him to choose. "Zeke. It's the best choice! The toxic Saliva sounds like a good plan!"

The time to choose their prisoner was over as Chris told the selected person to walk forward. Rodney, Stacy, Dakotazoid and Zeke walked forward "Okay! You four step into your cages! Heather and Alejandro are finishing the gross food you four have to stomach." He smirked "The brough from the most disgusting trash they could find. While they finish, I'll give you the rules for the second part of the challenge, 7 members of each team, will create a sacrifice with no pineapple head, off Heather or Alejandro. If you have a female contestant in the cage you will build an Alejandro dummy, if you have a female you build a Heather dummy." Chris said. "Excellent! I wanted some revenge on Al, and now it is time. Even if it's a dummy" Bryan's Confessional.

"After building the dummy from those 7 , 3 will work together to the volcano and throw their sacrifice, after than they will race back down and run towards that side of the beach where depending the order you arrive in with is the order we will have the one on one part of the challenge. the first one to win 3 fights win immunity and get to travel to our next destination in first class. the team that losses 3 fights will get the poop deck and are forced to send someone home." Chris explain the rules, just as Alejandro, Chef, Heather and a red Head Inter. "Izzy?!" Everyone gasped when they saw the familiar crazy "Yep, Izzy Agreed to be my intern in exchange for fix her image, after her out burst on set" Chris smirked "Give the prisoner their, food." Chris said as the four went to each of the person in the cage, Chris press the airhorn signaling for the challenge too start

"This is so entertaining, Watching those loser eat disgusting food , for a million dollars. I Know I wanted the Money but, seeing them squirm is more entertaining. But I still want the Million don't get me wrong." Heather's confessional.

Dakotazoid and Zeke were having an easy time with the challenge, Zeke's saliva making it easy for him to eat, while Dakotazoid's stomach allowed her to eat without vomiting. How every Stacy couldn't eat one spoon full as she tried to eat she couldn't help but vomit. "And Stacy is Out!" Chris said as the Hornets sighed. Rodney wasn't that behind when he vomited. "And Rodney is also Out! Only Dakotazoid and Zeke's left maybe it's time to see some of the most disgusting blunders from total drama history, gotten from Sierra's blog." Chris said as Chef brought Chris' monitor. Izzy notices Al and Heather weren't there so he left into the boat to find them. While the challenge progressed Izzy was looking for Heather and Alejandro around the cruise ship

"If I had to think like those two, They'd be looking for the briefcase with the money in Chris quarters. He hired me as a Inter but I'm more like security. and Maybe explosive will get to Boom Boom!" Izzy's Confessional.

Heather and Alejandro were in the production suite of the production. Alejandro was looking near Chris' room while heather kept look out. "Hurry Up Alejandro! we need the money and then leave out of here." Heather said as she gave Alejandro a side eye as she kept watch. "Don't rush me! McLean's Room is disturbing! he has pictures of himself everywhere in this suite." Alejandro said from the room "And there is no way of knowing where he would hide the case.": he added. "There should be a safe around there." Heather said as he kept watch. "Ugh this is so frustrating!" Alejandro groaned. "That's How I wanted to catch you two jaja" Izzy said as Heather notices her "Oh Crap! Alejandro! IT's the Crazy girl!" Heather shouted at Alejandro. "What?! She was with Chef and Chris!" He said walking out and his eyes widening as he saw Izzy standing there "You two are not supposed to be here." She smirked "Production team and staff only! You two are only here to Demo the challenge.". Heather back away "I got lost Izzy... I was looking for the Confessional." She said trying to get away. "Yeah that's what we were doing" Alejandro said calm. "OH i do not believe that...." She smiled "Prepare to Face the power of Izzy" She began charging towards them, as Heather first instinct was to bolt out of there. "I am Out of here" Heather said running. "Pft I am not scared of You Izzy" Alejandro said

"Alejandro Is Crazy For challenging Izzy like that. I know he is muscular and a force to be reckoned with but Izzy is unpredictable and she can go on a head to head fight with Chef so I know he is risking loosing. But right now I needed to save my ass" Heather's confessional.

"I delt with Izzy during season 3 and she is nothing but a joke. I can easily take her" Alejandro's confessional.

"Heather is a smart cookie for running from the Izzy! But Alejandro will see just how capable this nut case is!" Izzy's confessional.

Izzy and Alejandro began having a hand to hand combat. Their fight were head to head as they fought, an Intense battle for two of the strongest ex competitors. Heather was running off from the Production suite. While they fought for a long time, and it appeared liked Alejandro had the upper hand when Izzy slowly changed the tides, tripping Alejandro and then tasing him "Izzy wins!" She exclaims as she then puts cuffs on Alejandro's wrist "Time to take you to the boats punishment cells" She said as she took Alejandro to the lower parts of the cruise ship where there were cells and she pushed Alejandro towards one of the cells "Now I need to find Heather" She said as she closed Alejandro's cell and left to go find heather.

"Izzy won't find me if I hide in first class right?" Heather's confessional.

Back with the Challenge They were still seeing disgusting scenes of Total Drama of people vomiting and Dakotazoid couldn't take it anymore. She had an Iron Stomach and she couldn't take much more of seeing past people vomiting. "And Zeke wins the advantage for the Turkeys of Death! they won the 5 min advantage in the Sacrifice Building Challenge!" Chris said as the Turkeys of Death celebrated. "Now teams choose who is going to be waiting at the other side of the island for the third part of the challenge.." Chris said as the teams reunited again

Turkeys of Death: The team were together except Ezekiel "Okay Who is the strongest member of our team?" Millie asked "I am!" Both Ripper and Brick spoke at the same time. "What? You are not the strong one I am!" They continued to talk at the same time "No I am!"

"I need to prove I'm the alpha male of the team! and show them I am the strongest here!" Ripper's confessional.

"I have military training, There is no doubt I am the strongest one!" Brick's confessional.

"Ugh, Can we just not Argue!" Amy said crossing her arms "Ripper will take the last part challenge and that's final!" She said as everyone stared at her. "Wow oaky miss bossy pants, Brick is the best choice he has military training!" Sierra said crossing her arms "But if we choose Ripper we could blame him if we loose, and he can be booted off" Justin said "Hey! I am not that bad! My girlfriend's brothers taught me how to be strong so i can keep their sister safe!" Ripper said as everyone exchanged glances at him "Okay Fine!" They all said at the same time. "If that's who is going to take the final challenge, then Me, Brick and B will take the Dummy up to the Volcano." Sierra said smiling.

Ferocious Pigeons: "Okay who will we send to the last challenge?" Bryan asked as everyone exchanged glances. "I could-" Tyler began but Bryan stopped him "Not you Tyler...." Bryan said

"No one here is good for the last challenge.... this is so.... UGh! Maybe.... Axel? I don't know Sam, Tyler, Leonard and Ella are no good for the one on one challenge. Geoff, Axel and Damien seem perfectly fit but Geoff is too much of a nice guy and Damien.... well is Damien... and there is no way they'll beat the eagles if they pick Eva." Bryan's confessional.

"Axel? Will you do it for us?" Damien asked "you are the strongest one of out team" Everyone turned to Axel. "And you could beat the crap out of who ever you are placed against to." Axel looked at Damien and smirked "I accept it!" She smiled. "Great we have our fighter!" Geoff smiled. "Then Me, Tyler and Bryan will take the dummy to the volcano" Geoff added.

Killer Hornets: None of the team spoke up to take the last spot of the challenge. they were all glancing at each other hoping for to volunteer for the last challenge.

"The sacrifices we have to take to lead a team of complete dumb shits. Noah is the only smart one but we don't need brain in the final challenge. Jane is just a flexible girl but not good in fighting challenges and Nichelle.... welll yeah" Daniel's cponfessional.

"Okay, okay. I'll take The final spot!" He sighed "But you guys better be fast and carry the heavy Alejandro Sacrifice." Daniel said. "We will, There is nothing I'd like more than to see Alejandro fall into that volcano even if it's just a dummy." Noah said as Daniel nodded. "As for who will take the dummy, it will be Nichelle, Jane and Beardo" Daniel said "Sure I see no problem with that."

Screaming Eagles: "Eva you want to go to the last Challenge?" Carlos asked her "Yeah, I'd bring our team the win." Eva said with no hesitation. "To have a better chance to arrive first to the volcano and the beach, me, Trent and Kyle will take the Heather dummy up the volcano." Carlos said hoping the team agreed. "I'm fine with that" Julia said as she just looked at her Nails. "Yeah because there is no way my good looking body will get near the heat of that volcano" Anne Maria said. "And I'm not risking letting my body get burned by lava Blainley Said.

Meanwhile Izzy finally found Heather and Heather began running off from Izzy "I almost got you!" She laughed crazily as she ran. "You can run as much as you Can Heather! But you can't hide from the E-scope!" Izzy said as she chased Heather "Come on Izzy! We were friends! Can't you just let this slide?" She asked laughing crazily and Tackling Heather "I got you Now! Wait till Chris Hears this" She smiled as she took Heather toward the cell and locked her up in the cell next to Alejandro's.

"You think Chris, would give me a raise for what i Did?" Izzy's Confessional.

Chris Blew the air horn and the building challenge began. The turkeys of death began their 5 minute head start to build their sacrfice with Dekotazoid's intructions. When the 5 mins were over the other teams following the guidance of their caged teammate began their sacrifices, Sadly the Hornets were getting nothing since, Staci was focused on talking about he great great great great greet. "Yeah! My great great great great great Grandfather, invented Logs! Before him people used to burn trees with out cutting them... and my Great great great great great great great -" Staci continued "Ugh! Tgis is Frustrating!" Jane complained as she covered her ears tired of Staci "Can't we just glue her mouth shut?" She asked as the other shrugs. "Staci! Can you just tell us what to get? We are going to lose if you don't help us." Noah yelled "This is so Humiliating The other team will win!" Sammy said frowning. Beardo nods making a losing tune. as The other teams kept working on their sacrifices slowly the teams finished their their sacrifices and the 3 for each team began taking the sacrifices up. leaving the hornets behind. Chris walks towards the last place team "If you don't put the work your team automatically loose the challenge and head to the poop deck." He laughed at them. They all glared at Stacy. "Okay I Am Done with Mrs Nice Girl!" Jane spat "You will shut you mouth up and tell us what to do or So help me You will be the one going home tonight!" Jane yelled ar her

"It's obvious who is going home if we loose" Jane's confessional

"Honestly.... Why is should we win at this Point. The other 3 teams are ahead by a lot!" Nichelle's confessional.

"Why is she sooo Useless!" Noah's Confessional

"Is she kidding? Who here buys her lies?" Beardo's Confessional

"Not even me and Sadie are that annoying!" Katie's Confessional.

Eventually they managed to build their Alejandro Sacrifice, So that allowed Nichelle, Beardo and Jane to began working together to carry the Alejandro Sacrifice towards the Volcano. Meanwhile the other three teams were far away from them They were basically just finishing throwing their sacrifices. "Trent, Carlos, we Should go Now!" Kyle said as he began running down the volcano the mentioned guys following behind him. Once Tyler, Geoff and Bryan threw their sacrifice they began running behind the first place team, Tyler then tripped and began falling down the volcano. Geoff and Bryan exchanged glances. After Throwing the the sacrifices the three members of Turkeys of Death began running towards the beach. B had offered Carrying Brick and Sierra so they could arrive together. The three teams in the lead were head to head, except Tyler who had fallen from the side of the volcano.

"Chris never said that the whole 3 members should arrive to the beach together so, We should yell at Tyler to run towards the beach. But first...." Bryan's confessional.

Bryan pushed Kyle, and he provoked Kyle to tumble and and make the rest of his teammates fall.

"What is Wrong with Bryan! I know this is a race but he doesn't have to push me!" Kyle's confessional.

"Wow So typical of Bryan tripping the enemy, I better keep an eye on him...." Sierra's Confessional.

"Tyler! Run to the beach! Hurry! IF we cross first Axel will have her 3 fights firs!" Bryan yelled still running down the volcano just in case. Tyler groaned as he got up from the floor and began making his way to the beach. "Oh No he is not arriving First!" Carlos said as He got up first than Kyle and Trent and he began running down as fast as he could. Behind Him followed B carrying Brick and Sierra. Finally reaching the top of the volcano was Jane, Nichelle and Beardo, They threw their sacrifice as Nichelle observed a faster way to climb down the Volcano.

"I need to reach the beach first! we could give Daniel the chance to win the challenge.... But I am Tempted to stay back so we could Vote off Staci" Nichelle's confessional.

"Look Nichelle!" Jane said as Nichelle and Beardo looked at her "You could climb thru there and reach the ground first that B, and Carlos. and Since you will land safely you could beat Tyler to the end." Jane said as Nichelle smiled and Began climbing down the way Jane said. Jane smiled.

"I want to win. Even if I dislike Staci and she made us fall behind.... I still don't want use to lose a teammate, No matter how useless they are" Jane's confessional.

The race was close, Tyler going slowly to the end. B and Carlos running at the same pace as Nichelle had just landed in at the ground and she began running towards the beach. "This I going to be close! Tyler has the lead! but Nichelle just landed first to the ground! and But Carlos and B are both running at an Alarming rate! First class is on the line! first fights will be given to the team who arrives first" Chris said as he watched thru the monitors the 4 four main runners. "chef should we make the fight the way to chose a real looser between 3rd and 4th place?" Chris asked Chef. "Yes! That'd be excellent!" Chef smiled. from where he was Bryan could see that Nichelle was going to beat Tyler.

"Desperate Times calls for desperate Measures!" Bryan's Confessional.

Bryan grabbed a coconut and tossed it towards Brick, The coconut hit him making him fall from B's arm and by pure change he fell on top of Nichelle. Seeing that Provoked Sierra to tackle Bryan and began beating the crap out of him. Carlos too advantage of this and speed up towards the finish line Just as Tyler was about to win Carlos passed By Tyler. "And The Screaming Eagles! Won first place!" Chris said as Carlos crossed. "What!? What about the fights!?" Eva asked. "Well! The fight will still happen but that to choose the ultimate loser between the last two team and It appears that the fight will happen between Daniel and Ripper because the Ferocious Pigeons win second place." Chris said as Tyler finally crossed the line.

"This Is Bryan's fault! It's really un fair that Bryan's team got second Place!" Sierra's Confessional.

As the sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the arena, Ripper and Daniel stood atop platforms, each armed with jousting sticks, their eyes locked in a battle of wills. Ripper flexed his muscles, a cocky grin spreading across his rugged face. "You ready to taste defeat, Daniel?" Daniel smirked, adjusting his grip on the jousting stick. "I wouldn't be so sure, Ripper. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve." With a Air horn from Chris, the duel to avoid elimination ceremony began. The platforms rocked as Ripper and Daniel charged towards each other, their jousting sticks clashing with thunderous force. "Is that all you've got, Daniel?!" Ripper taunted, his voice booming across the arena. Daniel gritted his teeth, his focus unwavering. "You haven't seen anything yet, Ripper!" Back and forth they battled, neither willing to give an inch. The tension in the air was palpable as the spectators held their breath, waiting for the decisive moment. Suddenly, Ripper unleashed a powerful strike, catching Daniel off guard and sending him staggering backward towards the edge of the platform. "You're finished, Daniel!" Ripper roared triumphantly, preparing for the final blow. "Go Ripper Beat His ass!" Amy shouted. "Don't let that Jerk beat you Daniel!" Nichelle shouted. But Daniel wasn't about to go down without a fight. With a swift maneuver, he regained his balance and countered Ripper's attack, sending him reeling. The rest of Daniel's erupted into cheers as the duel reached its climax, the combatants locked in a fierce struggle for dominance. As the dust settled, it seemed as though Daniel had gained the upper hand, poised to send Ripper tumbling into the shark-infested waters below. "Any last words Ripper!" But then, Ripper unleashed his secret weapon. "Ah, what's that smell?!" Daniel exclaimed, his nose wrinkling in disgust. Ripper grinned wickedly, raising his arms to reveal his potent secret. "what you smell is my natural yeast smell." The foul stench emanating from Ripper's pits was enough to make Daniel dizzy, his senses overwhelmed by the noxious fumes With a final shove, Ripper sent Daniel plummeting into the waters below, victorious in the ultimate showdown of strength and strategy. "And Ripper wins it for the Turkeys of Death!" Chris shouted in his mega phone as the team cheered and the Killer Hornets groaned.

"I don't Blame Daniel for loosing.. Ripper stinks like crap" Jane's Confessional.

"Anyone would have lost that fight even Eva... well not Axel.... Some how she can handle his stink" Kyle's Confessiona.

"Well Killer Hornets, You are the first ones to go to the Poop deck to eliminate your first Team mate." Chris laughed as Everyone from the team glanced at eachother.

Soon it was dark and the Killer Hornets were sitting on lounge chairs in the poop deck Chris was Standing Near the Plank of shame as the team looked at him "Welcome to your first elimination Ceremony Killer Hornets. Just like in season 3 You will vote in the confessional by stamping a red X on the passport of the desired crewmate you want to vote off." Chris smirked "Now Chef is going to remind you what you did to be here." He smiled as Chef walked next to chris "Daniel, You let something as simple as Ripper stinky pits to make you lose the jousing fight which caused your team to be sent here." Chef pointed to Daniel "You would have too if You smelled those really stinky Pits!" He said trying not to vomit. "Nichelle you almost reached the finish line but you let Brick fall on top of you and that caused your team to end in 3/4th place." He said pointing to Nichelle. "I couldn't anticipate that Brick would fall on me! Those stinky Pigeons are cheaters" Nichelle growled. "And Lastly, Staci, your excessive lying, caused your team to be left behind in the race. if your team hadn't threatened you you would have automatically lost." Chef said "Well, My great great great great-" Chris interrupted him "Shut it! Nobody cares!" He said "Get to voting Loser!"

"Nichelle could have arrived first if Bryan didn't knock Brick on top of her, Daniel Lost to Rippers stinky pits... but" Jane stamps Staci's passport "Ms Lying got my vote"

"Is it debatable?" Nichelle stamped Staci's passport without saying anything

"Daniel lost the tie breaker... sorry buddy" Noah said stamping Daniel's Passport.

"Yeah Daniel.... I know he is evil" Staci Stamped Daniel's passport.

Daniel aggressively stamped multiple times Staci's passport "Bye Bye girly!"

Sadie and Katie together stamped on Staci's Passport.

"we are all tired of her stories... she seems nice but she should interact instead of lying" Sammy stamped Staci's Passport.

Beardo making sound effects stamped Staci's passport.

Chris was holding a plate of of chocolate made cruise tickets as he stared at the team "The crew mate who doesn't receive their cruise pass, will have to walk the poop deck and jump out on the plank of shame, and you can never come back... Ever!" Chris smirked "Before i give the passes if anyone here wants to use the Hatchet Totem to chose someone else to be booted? If you found it." Chris asked as everyone glanced at each other. "Very well, The pass will go to...Sadie!" He tossed the pass to Sadie "Katie!" He tossed it "Nichelle, Jane!" He tossed two more passed "Noah, Beardo, Sammy" He said as he tossed 3 more passes. Having now only one pass left "We got now 1 pass left and 2 crewmates." he said as Daniel and Staci exchanged glances "The last pass goes to....." Chris said as he extended the tension as Daniel began looking worried for a minute and Staci was almost biting her nails. ".... Daniel!" Chris said as he tossed the pass to Daniel "Yes!" He smiled and then quickly put on his sorry mask "Ooops Sorry Staci...." He said . "First Boot again!" Staci sighed frowning "Plant of Shame that Way stacy." Chris smirked pointing to the dock of shame.

"I can't believe I am being first boot again! I did good this time and shared interesting facts of my relatives with my team... why do they have to be such haters!" Stacy's Last Confessional.

Staci walked towards the Plank as Chris and the rest of the ream followed behind her. "Any last words Staci?" Chris asked. "Yeah!, My Great great great great great-" Chris nods to chef and chef pushed Staci off the plank "Greaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh" She fell and splashed. "What will Bryan do next? Who will be winnign next time and Will Julia backstab Kyle? Find out next time on Total Drama Cruiser!" With that the camera pans away and the camera fades to black.

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A/N: I almost never finished episode 2 of TDC, I was having a hard time to write the challenge the protagonist of this challenge were the killer Hornets. I hope you guys enjoy it!